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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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Hello 👋 I just wanted to ask if it's ok to request and if it is can I ask for an alpha Jason Todd x Omega chubby female reader smut plz. Also I really enjoyed your Mando and Logan story they were really good.

A World of Colours

Alpha!Jason Todd x omega!reader

Jason thought all the good had been drained from the world, but he has been wrong before

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (reader is on bc), Jason has a slight fear of pregnancy, pull-out method

WC: 1k

Minors DNI

When Jason came back from the dead, he thought that everything good in the world died along with him. Everything was bleak and stuck in an eternal grey, the colour drained from his life. He spent his days training, getting bigger and stronger, determined to never be caught off guard again, even by his own family.

He was distrusting, brutish, violent and a borderline feral alpha. Even his own father was terrified of him (not that he would admit it).

So it was quite the shock when, on a surprise visit to his apartment that totally wasn’t to make sure that Jason was still alive, Dick found the place spotless and with the distinctive scent of an omega soaked into every inch of the small studio.

And even more shocking was his little brother standing in the small kitchenette fucking crooning to the plump woman sitting on the counter as he cooked her breakfast. “Did I have a stroke? Am I stroking out? Does anyone smell toast?” Jason rolled his eyes at his older brother and stepped forward as if to shield you.

“Of course you smell toast Dickhead, I’m making some.” Your laugh carried through through the small space like the ringing of bells and Dick watched as Jason’s posture relaxed and his scent became sweet with absolute love.

It was then that Dick noticed both their states of undress (him being just in boxers and her in a shirt that must have been his) and the potent smell of sex. “I think I’m just gonna go.” He started backing out of the room.

“Yeah how about you do that?” You slapped Jason’s shoulder and hissed a “be nice”. Still thoroughly freaked out, Dick increased his pace.

“Just uh, just remember that B wants everyone at dinner this Friday. Bring your girl.” He slammed the front door behind him, fully convinced he was having a very strange dream.

You watched the entryway for a moment before you were distracted by a soft brush of lips against your neck. “Jay.” A moan slipped from you involuntarily as Jason’s huge hands traveled from laying on the countertop to cupping your wide hips, squeezing the already bruised skin.

“Yes princess?” He mouthed at your sensitive mating gland, applied just enough pressure to the raised skin to make your back arch forward with arousal.

“We just had sex ten minutes ago. Haven’t you had enough?” Offended, he pulled away for just a moment to look into your eyes.

“I could never have enough of you, and right now princess, I’m feeling very greedy.” You yelped when suddenly your ass was hanging off the edge of the counter after Jason tugged you forward. There was a dull thud that you knew was the sound of his boxers hitting the old kitchen tile.

The musky smell of tobacco and hot chocolate filled the air as Jason’s eyes got darker with desire and you felt his hard cock against the soft skin of your plump thighs. He was already throbbing, with beads of pre-cum bathing on the uncut head. Slick pooled between your legs in response, your omega perfectly happy at the progress of this morning so far.

Reaching between you, you grasped him tightly and guided him to your entrance. “Go on then, alpha. Sate your hunger.” His massive paws skirted down your body to settle on the small of your back. The tip of his nose brushed against yours in a loving manner.

“Yes, omega.” He answered dutifully and then slammed forward.

“Alpha!” You mewled. Pleasure shot through you with each roll of his hips. “Feel s’good.” The counter dug into your hips as he thrust into you.

“That’s it, that’s my girl.” Even though your love had fucked you mere minutes before, your pussy still burned with the stretch of his cock. The thick ring of muscle of his knot pressed tingly to your already stuffed hole whenever the head of his cock bashed against your cervix.

As you wrapped yourself around him, Jason buried his face into your neck. He covered his teeth with his lips so he could bite down on the spot that would bind you to him forever without actually leaving his mark. But it resulted in the same outcome: your body jerked forward and forced his growing knot inside of you.

“Fuck princess.” He growled against your heated skin. “Gonna make me cum already like some fucking teenager.” Your nails dug into his muscular back as your orgasm grew and grew, spurred on by the way the tick patch of hair at the base of his pelvis hit your clit with every thrust.

“‘M close.” You gasped between desperate moans. Jason groaned into your ear as his muscles tightened with his own end.

“Go on, cum for me. Cum for your alpha and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Yes yes yes!” You clamped down onto him as ecstasy washed over you in a huge wave of pleasure. Your vision whited out but he continued to thrust, needing his release.

“Fuuuuuck!” Ripping himself away from you, he pulled out of your warmth just in time to spill his hot cum onto your plush belly. “Holy shit.”

The massive man slumped into your arms, all the energy suddenly leaving his body. You just chuckled and ran your fingers through his dark hair. “I thought you were gonna make me your twinkie.” You joked, laying a kiss to his head.

He chuckled into your throat, giving you a playful nip. “Couldn’t remember if you took your birth control this morning. Didn’t want to risk it.” Gently cupping his cheek, you guided him up to meet your eyes.

“Jay,” You cooed while debating on bringing up the subject but then quickly decided against it, “Will you at least finish making me breakfast? I’m absolutely starving.” He kissed your cheek.

“Stay right there princess, I’ll take care of you.”

The world used to be black and white to the feared vigilante but with you, it was a world full of colours and he wanted to share it with you.

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drops of jupiter pt. 2

author’s note: lol i accidentally posted the beginning of this part in part one, so if you saw that, no you didn’t. again, this is not a super light read, deals heavily with depression, though it’s never explicitly stated. think liability by lorde/this is me trying by taylor swift. also i’m sorry for the amount of shrugging and sighing in this fic and the first part. every character is in a constant state of idk.

warnings: cursing, drinking/getting drunk, depression

summary: being friends with your ex wasn’t the dumbest thing you’ve ever done, breaking up with him took that slot.

prompts: “I thought I was going to lose you.” / “i just need you.” / “what the hell were you thinking? / “i don’t know who you think i am but i’m not leaving.” / “feel my fucking heartbeat right now and tell me i don’t love you.”

then

“we need to get up,” jack mumbled into your neck, his arm strewn over your waist.

“why?” you asked. “we’re on vacation.”

“vacation with my family. i wouldn’t put it past my brothers to harass us any minute now.”

you hummed and snuggled further into your pillow.

a bang pounded on the door that had you both flinching. you clutched the comforter to your chest even though you were both fully clothed.

“jack get up! we’re going to work out.” you heard quinn’s voice on the other side of the door, and if you listened closely, you could hear luke snickering.

“we’re on vacation!” you called back. “come back at a reasonable hour.”

“7 is reasonable!” quinn replied.

"in what world?” you groaned. but jack got up anyway, tossing on a clean shirt and a pair of joggers. “wait, where are you going?”

jack walked over and kissed your forehead. “go back to sleep, i’ll see you later.”

you watched him walk out before shutting your eyes and succumbing to sleep once more. when you woke up next, you went downstairs and were met with ellen standing at the kitchen island eating toast and eggs.

“you’re awake!” ellen greeted. “want some breakfast?”

you nodded and took a seat at the island. “but i can make it--”

“absolutely not. you’re a guest here, and guests don’t make breakfast for themselves.” she turned around and started cracking eggs into a pan before tossing some toast in the toaster. she seasoned the eggs and let them cook before turning back around to you. “did you sleep well?” she asked. you were fully expecting a teasing tone since you did sleep in the same bed as her son, but she was being genuine.

“slept fine,” you said.

“i bet,” ellen started. “all of you were very busy yesterday.”

and she wasn’t wrong. you spent most of the day on the lake, whether that was sunbathing on the boat or wake boarding. by the time the sun set, you were exhausted.

you glanced around the downstairs. “they still aren’t back yet?”

ellen tossed her head back and laughed. “sweetheart, it’s only been an hour since they’ve left. if anything, they’re probably headed to the ice rink by now.”

“but it’s summer, the rink should be melted?”

ellen grinned at you knowingly. “there’s a public indoor ice rink just ten minutes away. they probably went there after working out at the gym.”

“did jim go with?” ellen nodded. “so it’s just us?”

“just us.” she turned back around to plate your toast and eggs before she placed the plate in front of you. “how have you been? how’s school?”

you shrugged. “it’s been alright. nothing to write home about.”

“jack said you seem to be enjoying it.”

“it’s a step to getting where i want to be.”

“that’s what life’s about, hon. taking it step after step.”

now

you stared at your phone for what felt like years. there was no way this was your life, no way that you deserved any of the kindness that’d been shown to you. there was no earthly explanation for why jack hughes was insisting on you attending one of his games against ahaheim.

“you need to be social,” was his explanation. “besides, the boys missed you.”

quinn was in town for his game happening the next night, trevor was playing against jack and nico that night, and the plan was to go to dinner afterwards.

you were nervous to see quinn again, this being the first time you saw him since the break up. you weren’t sure how his family took it since you made a point not to text or call regardless of how much you missed them. it just wouldn’t be fair to jack.

but he met you outside the arena with a small hug and smile. “it’s been awhile, how have you been?”

you really wished people would stop asking you that.

you shrugged. “nothing much has been going on. how’ve you been? i haven’t kept up with hockey much lately.” truth be told, you didn’t want the reminder and couldn’t bear to keep using jack’s logins. you wondered if your account was still on his netflix.

quinn shrugged as well and nodded his head toward the arena so you both could start walking in. “life’s been normal, busy, but normal.”

“how’re your parents?”

quinn tucked his hands in his pockets. “they’re fine. they ask about you, miss you.”

you almost stopped walking. you never once considered yourself important enough to be noticed, let alone missed. “and luke?”

“still at michigan.”

you fell into a comfortable silence after that, something you’ve always loved about quinn, your ability to just be without any expectation of conversation. as you made your way to your seats, quinn stayed quiet, waiting until you were seated to finally say something.

“what made you come to this game?” he asked.

you wanted to shrug off his comment, to say something flippant, but you’d always been honest with quinn in the past. “jack invited me and i couldn’t say no.”

“but why?”

“i--” you paused. “i don’t know. i don’t think i could deny him of anything if he asked me.”

he nodded, seemingly content with your lackluster answer, maybe because it was the most honest one you’d given in awhile.

as the game began, quinn would make little comments here and there, mainly about jack and his performance. “he’s playing really well,” he’d say.

after jack scored a goal, you saw him scanning the crowd as nico and his teammates rushed him. but he didn’t smile until you two locked eyes. and if you smiled as well, who was to blame you? surely they’ve never seen jack hughes embody the full weight of joy. in the corner of your eye, you could see quinn smirk, but you ignored it in favor of looking at the players.

the both of you walked down to the locker rooms, flashing your lanyards jack had given quinn earlier that day. you stood outside, bouncing on your toes.

“what’s got you so antsy?” quinn asked.

you stopped. just now noticing that you were wringing your hands together. “i--uh--”

“you made it!” nico came out first with his hands open and arms spread wide in greeting.

“why wouldn’t we be here?” quinn asked. “we made plans.”

it was a brief second, but you caught it nonetheless, the glance nico made toward you that said everything all at once. before you could comment, trevor and jack appeared, the latter having the biggest shit-eating grin you’d seen in awhile.

“who’s ready for dinner?” jack asked.

then

“if i was a worm, would you still love me?”

“what?” jack laughed, hands buried in your hair as you rested you head in his lap.

“if i was a worm--”

“no, i heard you. i was just giving you an opportunity to say something else.” you slapped his chest lightly with your hand and abruptly sat up before scooting towards the other side of the couch. “hey no, come back.”

“not until you say that you’d still love me as a worm.”

“would i even know it was you? how did you turn into a worm?”

“an evil wizard came down and turned me into a worm. does that answer your question?”

jack grabbed ahold of your ankles and dragged you back to him. he pressed his lips to the side of your head and smiled. “i’d love you even if you were the smallest worm.”

now

jack picked out a small italian restaurant twenty minutes away from the arena. when he finally pulled up to the building (all of you riding together), your stomach sank. it looked all too familiar.

the last time you’d been there, was the last date you had before you broke things off. part of you wondered if he selected that place on purpose, but the more rational part knew it was his favorite spot in town.

the five of you walked in and got a table. it didn’t go unnoticed that as you all sat down, the only seat left was next to your ex boyfriend.

“it’s nice to have the gang back together,” nico said. “i missed you guys.” you wanted to look down at the table, but when nico made eye contact with you and smiled, you were glad you didn’t.

“are you ready to order?” the server came up and asked. “i can give you a few minutes if you’d like.”

you panicked and looked down at the menu. you hadn’t been here in so long you couldn’t recall what you enjoyed the most. by the time it made it to you, you were no closer to figuring it out.

“you okay?” jack mumbled.

you looked up to see his earnest eyes focused on you and you alone. not the boys, not the pretty server, just you.

“i can’t remember what i usually get.”

jack reached over and pointed to the top left spot on the menu. “you used to get the carbonara.” but you weren’t looking at the menu. no. you were looking at his profile, how focused he was at reading the ingredients to make sure it was something you liked.

you knew it because it’s what he used to do all the time.

“i’ll get the carbonara, please,” you said with a small smile.

the server walked away to place the table’s orders and conversation picked up again.

“so,” trevor started, staring you down across the table with something akin to smugness on his face. “are you seeing anyone?”

“trev,” jack cut in.

“no, i think we should let her answer,” nico said. “i mean, it’s been awhile since we’ve all been together and caught up.”

“i--” you choked out, your heart beating hard in your chest.

“guys cmon,” jack started. “just leave it.”

there was something in you that sparked up at hearing his insistence you keep quiet. something that rebelled against the idea of staying silent.

so you spoke.

“i’ve been on a few dates.”

and the absolute devastation of jack’s face was enough to make you want to take it all back.

then

“do you really think that baseball cap is gonna hide your very recognizable face?” you asked him as you walked into yost ice arena.

“i’m hoping people will be too busy focusing on the game to look at me.”

“how could anyone ignore this handsome face?” you asked, taking your hand and squeezing his cheeks into a fish face.

he smacked your hand away and gripped it in his own, swinging it between both of your bodies. the both of you walked over to the row of seats his family saved.

his mother and father smiled at the sight of you. bringing you into a hug like you were a part of their family. and maybe, to them, you were. you and jack had been together for the better part of three years at that point.

despite not having seen his family in a few months, jack still sat on the outside with you tucked in between him and his mother with his hand resting on your thigh.

a shiver went up your spine spontaneously. jack shot you a look before he threw an arm around your shoulder, bringing you in as close as he could with an arm rest between you two.

“you okay?”

“just forgot how cold ice rinks are,” you replied in hopes he wouldn’t notice your flushed face. three years and that man could still do that to you.

"you get used to it after awhile,” he said as he kissed the side of your head.

no, you thought. i don’t think i will.

now

dinner wasn’t as lively as it once was after your confession. trevor and nico tried to compensate, hell even quinn was making an attempt at conversation, but it was obvious you and jack’s hearts weren’t in it.

he wouldn’t stop staring at you from the corner of his eye and you couldn’t help but stare at the food he remembered you loved right before you shattered his heart again.

it wasn’t long before the five of you were headed home after nico covered the bill. jack drove, leaving you in shotgun, and everyone else in the backseat pretending the tension wasn’t suffocating. jack dropped the boys off at the arena, with nico saying he could take quinn and trevor to their hotels before they all but scrambled out of the car.

which just left the two of you idling in the parking lot.

after jack saw them get into nico’s car, you fully expected him to drive off and take you home. but he just sat there.

“how long did you wait before trying to find someone else?” he asked while staring out the windshield.

“it wasn’t like that--”

“then what was it like? what was i supposed to think? we’ve been broken up for five months now and you’ve been on multiple dates?” his voice escalated.

part of you wanted to shrink back into the seat until you disappeared into the leather, the masochistic part of you fully believed this was what you deserved, the third part felt like a cornered predator.

and that’s what won out in the end.

“oh don’t act like you haven’t gone out with some girls--”

“i haven’t!” that shut you up really quickly. “i haven’t so much as looked at another girl since you broke up with me.” he finally looked at you, but you wished he wouldn’t have. the tears in his eyes triggered that part of you that you’d stifled the past few weeks, the part that constantly reminded you how fucked up you were.

so you did the only thing you knew how to do.

you unlocked the door--

and bolted.

then

you were signing discharge papers when jack burst into your hospital room sweating and disheveled. you smiled when he came in, using one hand to wave him closer.

“what the hell were you thinking? falling off a ladder? what was so important you couldn’t wait until i got home?” he walked over to you and straight into your arms anyway, despite his chiding tone.

the nurse took the papers away to be filed and left him with you.

“it’s just a broken ankle,” you said like one would talk about the weather. “it’ll be healed in a matter of weeks.”

jack pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “i don’t like it. i hate that you got hurt and i wasn’t there.”

“the only one at fault here is me, jack. i was trying to hang up...” you trailed off.

“hang up what?” he asked.

but the nurse came back in with a wheelchair and a smile. “you’re free to go, hon.”

jack wheeled you out to the lobby. the nurse waited with you while he pulled his car up. when his car was parked in the front, he ran back inside and helped you get settled onto your crutches, walking behind you with his hands prepared to catch you should you slip. he helped you into the passenger seat before jogging around the front of the car to drive off.

“so what were you hanging up when you fell off the ladder?”

you smirked. “you’ll see.”

jack rolled his eyes. “if it’s the pictures we got printed, i told you i’d get to it.”

“like i said, baby, you’ll see when you get home.”

he parked in the driveway and told you to stay put until he could help you get out of the car. once you were situated on your crutches, he glanced at you, your leg, and the stairs you would inevitably have to climb before he squatted down and gestured for you to climb on.

“jack, i don’t think this is necessary--”

“i think it’ll go faster if you just hop on and get it over with.”

you sighed and climbed on his back with one arm loosely wrapped around his neck, the other holding onto your crutches, his arms holding your legs in place around his hips. jack went up the stairs with little to no struggle, which just baffled you. even after living in your third floor apartment for eight months, you still found yourself winded after going up all those steps.

“each and every day you find a new way to impress me, hughes,” you commented,

“yeah? what is it this time?”

“how you don’t feel like dying every time you walk up these stairs.”

he laughed but didn’t offer a response.

“no, i’m serious,” you said. “what’s your secret.”

“being a professional athlete,’ he deadpanned.

you threw your head back and laughed as his foot hit the final stair. jack gently placed you down on the ground while you got situated on your crutches again.

“you good?” he asked.

you nodded. “i’m fine.”

jack unlocked the front door and nearly fell backwards into you when a loud “happy birthday” erupted from inside your apartment.

you nudged him forward with your non injured foot but he took a moment to glare at you. “you broke your leg to hang up birthday banners?”

you leaned in and kissed him. “happy birthday, jack.”

now

“get in the car.” jack had opened his door and gotten out almost as fast as you had.

but you shook your head and kept walking. “no.”

jack caught up to you rather easily, being in better shape than you for professional reasons. he gently grabbed your wrist and turned you around. “i don’t know who you think i am but i’m not leaving you here. it’s late, we’re in the middle of a parking lot--”

“it’s well lit--”

“and you’re not wearing a coat,” he continued on like you weren’t even talking. “you’re gonna get sick or kidnapped so please just get back in the car.”

“i can’t,” you whispered.

“why not?”

“because you keep looking at me like you hate me.”

that stopped him dead cold in his tracks. any movement he had, whether it was his hands running through his hair or his pacing back and forth. “what?” and you wanted to take it all back just so you didn’t have to hear how broken one syllable could sound.

and then the tears started, the embarrassment and humiliation and the shame from your confession earlier catching up to you finally. “and i don’t blame you because i was awful to you."

“why would you think that?”

“because everyone does!” and you’re so close to tearing your hair out in frustration. with whom? you weren’t sure if it was frustration aimed at yourself or jack or the situation.

“i’m not everyone,” he said in the quietest tone you’d ever heard him speak. “okay? i could never hate you, even if i wanted to.”

you kept sobbing. “you are way too good for me, jack hughes.”

but he shook his head and brought you into his chest, lips pressed to the top of your head. “that’s not true,” he said. “not even remotely close.” a beat passed. “i love you.”

“jack--”

he took your hand and placed it over his chest. “feel my fucking heartbeat right now and tell me i don’t love you.”

“i can’t do this,” you whispered.

“why not? do you not believe me?”

“i’m no good for you, jack! this won’t work. please, just take me home.”

then

a knock drew you out of your reverie from staring at the mirror and obsessing over your flyaways.

“it’s for you!” your roommate called. you giggled. actually giggled to yourself at the idea of jack standing in your living room with your roommates.

you rushed out, dress flaring at your thighs. jack turned around at the sound of you coming out of your room and smiled with a bouquet daffodils in his hands.

“you uh--” he stuttered. “you look amazing.”

“do a little twirl,” your roommate giggled.

you spun around before walking over to jack. “hi.”

“are you ready?” he asked once he got his bearings.

you nodded. “just let me put these in a vase--”

“i got it!” your roommate said. “you two have fun!” she said before all but shoving you out of the door.

“so what do you have planned?” you asked once you were on the road. you weren’t nervous per se, having known jack for a year before he finally asked you out.

“would you stop?” he laughed. “you’ll find out when we get there.”

you huffed and sat back in your seat, looking out the window while jack played some country music on his phone. when he finally parked, you recognized the arena almost immediately as the one he played in regularly.

“you took your day off from the ice rink to bring me...to the ice rink?”

jack rolled his eyes. “have some faith. stay here,” he said before popping out of the car and jogging around to your side to let you out.

“i could’ve gotten out myself,” you said.

“i know,” he shrugged. “but thank you for waiting anyway.”

you walked inside together, hand in hand. jack led you to the locker rooms where he picked up a bag and took your hand again before leading you to the rink.

before you was a blanket in the middle of the rink with a basket full of what you assumed was food.

“you didn’t,” you said.

jack shrugged.

“but how are we gonna get out there? i don’t have skates.”

he unzipped the bag in his hand and pulled out a pair of skates. “your roommate told me what size shoe you wore. i figured we could eat and then i could show you how to skate.” he explained.

“you bought these?” you asked.

he shrugged again. “yeah, but it was nothing.”

but it wasn’t nothing to you. it was everything.

now

you get the call at 4pm from an athletic trainer asking for your name. your heart settles in your throat when you hear the mention of jack’s name.

“there’s been an accident at the game tonight, he’s being rushed to the hospital right now. we called because he has you listed as his emergency contact.”

“o-okay,” you whispered into the phone. “which hospital is he going to?” the athletic trainer gave you the information as you hurried out the door in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and slippers.

you didn’t remember to go the speed limit, hell by the time you got to the hospital, you weren’t even sure if you ran a red light or not. all you could focus on was jack.

jack was hurt.

you needed to call ellen. you needed to call jim. you needed to call that old lady who lived across the hall and ask her to check if you locked your front door. but all of that took a backseat because jack was hurt.

when you parked, you were taking up two spaces, but didn’t give a fuck because you were sprinting to the front doors of the hospital. “hi,” you greeted the front desk woman. “i’m here for my boyfriend?”

“you’ll have to be a little more specific, baby,” she said.

“i--”

you heard your name being called and whipped your head around to see the athletic trainer standing there. “i can show you to his room, follow me.”

you nearly cried in relief and followed the trainer. “do you know what’s going on?”

the trainer shook her head. “we had an idea, but we’re not doctors.”

you nodded, unable to say anything else, even as you entered the elevator. the both of you walked out of the elevator and headed down a long hallway to the very end. she gestured at the door and nodded for you to go in.

you couldn’t breathe. not when even when you saw him laying in bed laughing at a tiktok on his phone with his left leg propped up.

he looked up when you walked in the room. “hey--” but he didn’t have time to finish before you were sprinting across the room, grabbing his face in your hands, and kissing the life out of him.

it took him a second, but he responded fairly quickly, his own hands winding around your waist. you weren’t sure how much time passed before you were pulling away and looking him in the eyes.

“are you okay?” he nodded, rendered speechless by your display of affection. “i’m sorry, they called me and i freaked out and i didn’t even get to change--”

“did you--” he looked at you, more specifically what you were wearing. “you’re not wearing pants or a coat. are you insane? it’s freezing outside and you’re not even wearing real shoes!”

“they said you were hurt,” you said like it explained everything. “i couldn’t think, i just dropped everything and...”

“why?

“i--”

“you rejected me the other night, which is fine, it sucked, but it’s fine. but it doesn’t explain why you showed up. i think i at least deserve an answer.”

you do, you thought to yourself. that and so much more.

“i’m your emergency contact,” you replied.

“shit,” he said. “sorry i forgot to change that, i’ll--”

“and you’re still mine.” he stopped his rambling as you stroked his cheeks with your thumbs. “when i got the call, i thought i was gonna lose you.”

“you’re never gonna lose me, baby.” he moved your hands off his face so he could hold yours. “i’m yours, always have been, always will be.”

“i love you,” you smiled.

and it was like the sun came out in the middle of that hospital room when he smiled back at you. jack pulled your lips to his, or at least tried to. you both kept smiling too much for it to fully be considered a kiss.

“do you remember,” you said against his mouth. “do you remember when you moved out and took all our stuff?”

“mhm,” he hummed, but he was too busy chasing after your lips.

“i kept the skates.”

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360iris · 1 year

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POV: dating boris pavlikovsky as teenagers

You have to be outside to catch the school bus by 5:55am, so the term is full of sleepy mornings. The two of you sitting towards the back of the bus, huddled together for warmth after having to wait outside in the chilling, desert cold by yourselves in the dark.

Heads leaning against one another, your cheek presses into the soft fabric of his overcoat on his shoulder as you dose off almost immediately, blanketed in the tinted night blue, glad to gain even a meager ten minutes of sleep before you’re forced to start the day. Boris gently fiddles with your fingertips as he looks down at your form and out towards the passing scenery.

You eat the school provided breakfast in the cafeteria, listening to Boris and Theo’s early morning banter and chiming in at certain points as you gain energy. These mornings were filled with Theo’s infectiously mischievous smiles and Boris’ playful grins. Their laughter never failed to provoke pools of serotonin, no matter how despondent you previously were, you’d always find yourself feeling better in their company.

Teasing kisses that were one-thirds sharing a breath, one-thirds your mouth accepting his almost inaudible laughs as he gently nudged your head back while your lips pressed forward again, self-consciously seeking out his own. Notes of peach chapstick, the bitter tang of cigarette tobacco and the sweet taste of sprite spreading between the two of you. A small reminder of the soda passed between yourself, Boris and Theo at lunch- your odd group each chipping in what you had to buy it from the snack stand.

Boris is black jeans ripped and fraying at the knees, swiping greedy swigs from opened bottles in your parent’s alcohol cabinets and sentences with Russian and English chopped and screwed together.

Being with him is like staining your tongues red and blue with gas station slushies and feeling immensely pleased with the vibrant purple you both end the afternoon with.

It’s sweltering hot Vegas nights unable to turn the air conditioner on, so the evening is spent clad in your undergarments, splashing around in a tub filled with cool water- a dingy, plastic white box fan placed in the doorway.

And weekends sprawled out on the couch in front of the television, laughing too loudly at the seven o-clock sitcoms and piddling around in the kitchen searching for something to eat even though you already know there isn’t anything good hidden in the cabinets.

Summers spent sticking as much of your torsos as you can fit into the fridge to enjoy the coolness before grabbing an ice-pop.

Winters plopped down at the dinner table, happily failing at making mini gingerbread houses, feeling utterly pleased with the monstrosities you create. “What the fuck is that, Potter?” “Uh guys.. Popchyk ate my fourth gingerbread wall- I think I’m going to have to settle for a gingerbread hut.”

Boris tends to just know things with you, and those he spends a lot of time with and cares about. It’s mostly the eyes that give themselves away to him, thoughts and feelings becoming tangible with a simple glance. He’s able to pick up on when you’re upset or disappointed. And in the moments when you swear you’re just looking at him, (whether he’s taking a sip of his drink, knocking the ashes from a cigarette or brushing his hair from his eyes) he knows that you love him, without even having to say the words- though he always smiles when you do just for the sake of it.

He’s all hands. Whether he’s ghosting the pads of his fingers against your lower back as you’re walking, cupping your neck or sneakily pinching your thighs from under the table- his hands practically have a mind of their own.

And sometimes you think he’s all mouth. Pink lips nipping at the exposed skin of your neck, subconsciously biting your shoulder or indulgently kissing every inch of your face just because. Theo teasingly referring to you as Boris’ personal chew toy with how often he can be found softly gnawing on you in some way, shape or form.

#boris pavlikovsky #the goldfinch #donna tartt #boris the goldfinch #boris pavlikovsky x reader #headcanons

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Cruel Summer - Part 9

Jake x Reader x Sam

Warnings: Angst, infidelity if you squint, breath play, choking, spanking, biting, scratching, edging, rough, unprotected sex. :)

A/N: Thanks for waiting a day. Life has been a little wacky lately. Thank you to all of you who read my silly story. There's only one more chapter after this one. <;3

After a quick adjustment of the seat, you’re backing out of Sam’s driveway silently. It’s almost 8:00 and the sun is starting to set. You flick the headlights on and mute the radio, beginning the ten minute drive back to Jake’s. There’s so much going on in your head and the last thing you need is a soundtrack to the chaos.

You never, ever suspected that Jake had any interest in trying to be more than friends with benefits. As you drive, you pore over the moments you spent together. Up until he brought you flowers after your show, there was no indication. The gesture was kind, sure, and he tried to get you to come to his house afterwards and decompress, which was thoughtful. But did he think you had picked up on his intentions that easily? Even after

Pulling into his driveway, you still have no idea what you’re going to say. Adrenaline fuels you as you slam the car door and stomp through his grass, no time to take the brick path up to the porch. Fear courses through you as you stand at the door, still in his old worn t-shirt and your black jeans, and knock three times.

A few seconds pass and he doesn’t answer. You don’t hear anything behind the door, so you knock again.

“Alright, alright,” you hear, his voice clearly irritated and getting closer. The front door swings open and he stares at you, not saying a word.

“Can we talk?” The voice that comes out of you is winded but strong. He turns around and walks into the house, leaving the door open for you. You quickly scurry inside and close it behind you, following him into the kitchen.

He’s leaning on the counter, his legs crossed at the ankles, and there’s a shit-eating grin on his face.

“I knew you’d be back.” You flush red at the accusation, your pulse pounding in your ears.

“That’s…” You let out a breathy laugh. “That’s not why I’m here..” There’s no real reason for you to be stammering, but you are. He’s looking at you with a quirked brow as if he sees right through you. “I’m here to apologize.”

Jake nods slowly, still smirking, as if he doesn’t believe you. You stand before him, fiddling with your hands, trying to figure out what to say.

“I’m sorry. It’s not what I planned. I just…” Words are failing you, your head spinning as you catch your breath. “You were away for so long… and Sam was there for me,” you ramble, no clear focus, just words spilling out of your brain.

“I know I was.” Jake pushes off the counter he’s leaning on and steps closer to you. “I missed you, you know.” He pulls once gently on a strand of your hair like a kid on the playground. He leans in, whispering in your ear. “I didn’t fuck your sister, though.”

“I’m sorry.” Your reply is weak, your voice wavering as you swallow thickly. He’s so close that you can smell the whiskey on his breath paired with the tea tree shampoo you’ve borrowed too many times.

Jake’s chuckle is so familiar to you, but you’ve never heard it in this way.

“If you were trying to prove a point, you’ve done it. I get it.” His hand pulls you in by the small of your back and you stumble a bit. He places a kiss to your forehead laughing once more as he takes a sip from the glass in his hand. “I hear you. Loud and clear. May not be what I want, but-”

“Jake, no..” You try to interrupt, but he keeps going.

“But I’ll do it for you. I will.” You’re frozen as he holds you, looking into your eyes. “Or I’ll try. I don’t fucking know.” He’s a little frustrated underneath it all.

“I don’t… I don’t think you understand. If you’d just let me explain..” You’re trying to find your voice but his proximity has you breathless and your nerves are shot.

“You don’t have to.” He sighs and puts his glass down on the counter behind you. “I know why you did it.”

“I don’t think you do,” you answer, taking a step back, but he follows you. He shakes his head before pulling you in by both of your cheeks for a hard, searing kiss.

Immediately, you shake your head against his gentle hold and let out a surprised hum. He breaks from you for a moment, but then kisses you again, this time his tongue grazing your bottom lip. You feel your stomach flip as your body betrays you, but your mind is screaming, pleading for you to stop.

“No- Jake!” You finally push away, trying to catch your breath. His hands drop to his sides and he stares at you with a furrowed brow.

“I love him.” Your voice is bolder now. You’re almost angry with him. How many times has he just ignored you, talked over you, disregarded you? It’s starting to become clear as you let yourself feel more than just guilt.

It’s silent for a few seconds. He seems to finally be letting you speak. “I love Sam. And I… I have for a while.” You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and step back from him again.

Jake starts to pace the length of the kitchen counter slowly, silently. Your anxiety makes you feel the need to fill the silence. “I’m sorry.”

“How long?” He stops, looking into your eyes from a few feet away. You wring your hands, chewing on your lip nervously.

“Since… Since the wedding. After you told me you didn’t want to be with me, I-” Jake doesn’t let you finish your sentence. He just laughs.

“He cheated on her with you, didn’t he?” He tilts his head, the smirk back on his face as he waits for your answer. It seems he already knows.

“Not… Not really.” You try to come to his defense. “We didn’t really do anything physical until the night of the wedding. They had broken up that morning.”

“The night of the wedding?” He exhales a puff of air, rolling his eyes. “It’s been that fucking long? Surely you didn’t just randomly come to the conclusion you loved him that night.” He says it in such a derogatory way you’re taken aback, but he doesn’t seem to care. “You’ve been going behind our backs longer, if I know my brother at all.” His tone is so bitter and condescending you feel like you’re about to cry.

“We were just.. We were spending time together! Because you were gone! And you told me I could go find someone who wanted the same things I did because you didn’t!” Your voice raises in pitch as you go on defending yourself.

“That’s the joke of it all!” His voice is louder now, matching yours. “He doesn’t! You can’t seriously believe him. He lives in a constant cycle of the same bullshit- he dates a girl, he gets tired of her, he lets her hang around just long enough until he finds his next target, then kicks the old one to the curb. You know you’re like the fifth fucking girl he’s done this to, right?” He laughs, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“It’s not like that.” Your voice is quieter now, anger simmering behind your eyes. You take a deep breath, your nostrils flaring. “I came here to apologize. Not to be insulted. I just… I just wanted to make things right.”

Jake runs his hand over his face, clearly feeling just as many emotions as you are. He leans forward over the counter, looking into his glass as he swirls the amber liquid around. You can’t help but keep trying to talk, trying to make things right.

“I heard what you said to Sam. About… wanting to try. I didn’t know.” The sadness in your voice is real. You didn’t do any of this because you wanted to hurt him. “You never told me. I would have never… If I knew… but you told me to go find someone else.”

Jake just nods slowly, avoiding your eyes. He seems to be embarrassed about being vulnerable now, rather than angry. It feels like the tension in the room settles just a little, the two of you processing, albeit slowly. You’re still frustrated and although he’s acknowledging you, he’s still not talking.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize again. Eventually, he looks back up at you.

“It’s… It’s fine.” He clears his throat, downing the last of his drink. “Just don’t be stupid. Don’t let him play games with you. I know how he is.”

You fidget a little nervously, realizing it’s not worth the fight to keep defending Sam.

“Okay.” There isn’t anything else to say. You listen to the sound of the kitchen clock ticking and stare down at the floor. “I’ll let you get to bed. I’m sure you’re tired. From traveling.”

All he does is nod, humming a little in agreement. You start to head towards the door, slowly, awkwardly.

“You should eat something.” You pipe up once you reach the door, knowing that he doesn’t like eating at airports and hates eating on a plane even more. “You can’t have whiskey for dinner.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll uh. I’ll figure something out.” He puts his glass in the sink, letting out a disheartened chuckle. He meets you at the door, standing at the bottom of his staircase. “You get home safe, alright?”

You can only nod, pulling the door open behind you and slipping out of it. You traipse back through the grass to Sam’s car and get in, pulling the door closed. The tears come, hot and heavy as you let yourself feel. The panic and stress had been holding the absolute sadness you were feeling back. It was only a matter of time.

You give yourself a few minutes before realizing you can’t sit in his driveway and cry all night, so instead, you drive. You drive home to Sam and Rosie, and your pickles and plants, and the softest, warmest bed you’ve ever known. There’s nothing to cry about, you tell yourself, refocusing on what’s waiting for you just a few miles away.

When you get back you see Sam left the porch light on for you. You head inside, gently opening the door and you’re greeted by Rosie. You hear gentle music coming from the living room, and when you shuffle in, you see Sam’s on the couch playing his guitar, laid back on the couch.

“Hi.” The sound of your voice catches his attention. When he turns to see you, your eyes are red, your face a little swollen, but there’s still a small smile on your face. He immediately puts his guitar down, standing and rushing to your side. Within seconds you’re wrapped in his long arms, your head pressed to his shoulder.

“Are you alright?” His voice sounds like home. You sigh a little, nodding your head against him. Sam holds you by your shoulders, gently pushing you back so he can look into your eyes. “Are you sure?”

You sigh, rolling your lips between your teeth, trying to forget. But you can’t and you won’t, and you need to tell him.

“He kissed me.” It feels like you dropped a bomb in the middle of his beautifully decorated, colorful, comforting home. His arms drop from your shoulders and he immediately starts off towards the door, big, quick steps, mumbling angrily under his breath.

“Sam, Sam, wait- Sam. I told him no!” You reach for him, barely grabbing his narrow wrist before he shakes you off of him.

“I should have kicked his ass earlier,” Sam says, reaching for the doorknob. You jump, placing yourself between him and the door, your hands splayed behind you, blocking it.

“NO.” Your voice is strong, firm, and exhausted. It’s obvious in his face, the way he’s clenching his jaw, the way his usually sweet eyes are dark and determined. You can’t take another minute of all of this. “It doesn’t matter. I love you. I want you.” You plead with him, a little breathless.

He’s still for a moment. Almost too still. You should have seen it coming; seconds later he’s lightning fast as he pulls you in with a big hand on the back of your neck. His kiss is harsh and his grip is firm. You latch onto him, the two of you reduced to nothing but moans and hands and teeth and heavy breathing pressed against the front door of his house.

“Say it again,” he breathes into your neck, his hand sweeping your hair over your opposite shoulder.

“I want you,” you moan back, catching your breath. Even though the two of you had just fucked in Jake’s shower a few hours ago, you’re not lying. It feels like you’ll never get tired of him.

“Not that,” he says again, gritting his teeth as he pushes his hips against you, the thin material of his shorts doing very little to conceal how hard he is for you already.

“I love you,” you say, a little louder, now knowing exactly what he wants. “And I’m yours.”

It’s a surprise as he picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he walks you to the bedroom. You can’t help but laugh just a little as he carries you, pushing his hair behind his ear. He doesn’t break, though. He’s dead serious.

Sam tosses you gently onto the bed, looking down at you… with disgust? You furrow your brow about to ask what’s wrong, but he answers your question.

“Take.. this fucking…” He starts, his hands taking the neckline of Jake’s worn old Pink Floyd t-shirt and ripping. “Shit… off.” He finishes tearing it completely in half, the poor thing in shreds underneath you.

“Sammy!” you say, your voice full of shock. His hand shoots to your throat, but immediately eases as he runs his fingers and palm down your neck and chest. Your heart skips a beat as he does it, your eyes shooting to his, arousal sparking where he stands, between your thighs.

“I saw that,” he says, a devilish smirk on his lips as he undoes the buttons on your jeans. You watch him as he pulls them off and then, you decide to own it.

“Do it again,” you whisper. He stares at you for a moment before he throws your pants to the side, shaking his head with a knowing smirk. It’s only a second before he’s back, his long fingers gripping your throat while he looks down at you. His other hand slides in through the front of your panties, finding the mess he’s inadvertently made.

“It’s all starting to make sense to me, pretty girl.” He muses, his grip not restricting your breath, but making it a little difficult. You can’t speak, so you offer a questioning hum. He slips his finger through your folds and finds your clit, rubbing tight, perfect circles that make your breath hitch. He leans down, whispering in your ear, his hand still holding your throat.

“You like it when I’m a little mean to you, huh?” He squeezes a little tighter. “Makes you all wet in your bloomers. That’s what you liked about Jake, isn’t it?” He slips a finger inside you, pulling a raspy moan from your restricted airway. “But it’s no fun when someone’s mean to you all the time. You like me because I’m right in the middle, goldilocks. Not too mean, not too sweet... Just right.” He lets go of you and backs away from your ear, sensing you’re getting a little worked up and need more air.

You know he’s right. There’s no denying it. You’re panting, writhing, whimpering at his hand.

“Tell me I’m right.” He’s speaking quietly now, watching your face. You nod once or twice, squeezing your eyes shut. You’re getting close and don’t have the extra brain cells to elaborate.

He pulls his hand from your panties, snapping the elastic of the waistband against your sensitive skin. You whine at the loss of his fingers and the sting of the snap. “Sammy,” you plead, reaching for him. He’s busy sliding his already unbuttoned shirt off his arms and dropping the matching shorts to the floor.

“You’re not listening,” he says, tapping your calf so you’ll scoot up further on the bed. You do so quickly, leaving Jake’s torn shirt behind and resting your head on Sam’s pillow.

“Sorry.” You give him the sweetest doe eyes you can muster as he pulls your underwear off and down your legs. He chuckles, making his way on top of you. He leans down, his hair falling over your chest as he takes your nipple in his mouth. You gasp, lacing your fingers through the locks of hair splayed across your body, pulling gently. He huffs what you think is a moan, and you store it in the back of your mind for another time.

“Now use your words and tell me I’m right,” he says as he makes his way to the opposite side, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake.

“You’re right. I like it. And you’re… mmmmf… You’re just right. Perfect for me.” He exhales a gentle laugh at your words through his nose before biting your nipple, a little harshly, pulling an obscene cry from the back of your throat.

“That’s better,” he says, rewarding you with his fingers inside you again. You gasp softly, and he twists his wrist in the most delicious way, his middle and ring finger pressing against the sweetest spot inside you. “Now what do you say? Where are your manners?”

The knot in your stomach tightens at the tone of his voice. “Thank you,” you croak out, the timbre of your voice absolutely pathetic. His fingers move at a perfect pace; not too fast, not too slow; just right. You’re starting to think there’s some real evidence behind the Goldilocks claim.

It’s not long before he can feel you tightening around his fingers. He lets out a strangled groan, pulling out of you.

“Wait, Sammy, no, please-” You can’t believe he’s edged you again. You feel tears of frustration threatening at the rims of your wide, submissive eyes.

You’re silenced as you watch him stick his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean, wetting them with his spit before stroking himself beneath you. You feel your cheeks heat at the obscenity of it all.

“Can’t wait any longer, pretty girl. Wanna feel you around me when you cum.” He stands on his knees, smacking the outside of your thigh. You hiss, but get the hint, turning over.

“There you go. On your hands and knees.” He’s looking you over, his hooded eyes heavy with desire. He spits into his hand, stroking himself once more before burying himself in you completely. It pulls an obscene groan from you as you arch your back, pressing back against him until there’s nowhere left to go. He pulls out slowly, the drag of him against you making you weak.

“Taking me so well,” he praises, his hand sliding up your thigh affectionately. “You always do.” You feel your face and chest flush at his praise, basking in his attention. Your legs begin to shake as he carries on fucking you into his mattress, the coil in your belly threatening to snap.

“Sammy, I’m- I’m so close. Please.” Your voice is muffled from the pillow in your face, but you’re sure he understands you, because he fucking pulls out. Again.

“Sam, please, god, I can’t do it anymore,” you plead, your voice hoarse and desperate, your body so weak from being pushed to its limits three times now.

“I wanna see your pretty face when I make you cum.” He pushes gently on your hip, encouraging you to turn over. You immediately do as he wants without any shame, as you’re too fucked out to care.

He leans over you, his necklace dangling in your face. You look up at his perfect chest, his neck, his jaw. He’s not even inside you and you’re moaning at just the sight of him.

“I’ll take care of you, baby. Promise.” He presses inside you with ease, rendering you speechless. It’s not like you would disagree if you could, even as frustrated as you are. He hisses through his teeth as he watches himself sink inside of you. He doesn’t go in too deep- he seems to enjoy the view too much as he teases you with just a few inches of himself. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So pretty. Wanna take a picture.” He grits through his teeth, trying to keep his composure. “Who’s this pretty pussy belong to?”

You’re breathless at the way he speaks to you- it’s out of character for Sam.

“You,” you respond immediately. “Only you.”

He doesn’t respond. He just lets out an airy chuckle and keeps watching himself slip in and out of you.

“Sammy, please.” His eyes shoot up to look at you, his head still downturned. “Deeper, please.”

“You want it bad, don’t you?” His hand comes down from your thigh to rest on your belly. “Deeper? Wanna feel me here?” He presses with his hand gently, his thrusts getting just a little deeper. “Greedy girl wants all of it?”

You nod, looking down at his big hand across your abdomen. He pushes a little harder as he leans his weight forward, giving you just a little more.

“There it is,” he says, his devilish smirk making your head spin. He finally rewards you, coming down to kiss at your cheeks as he buries himself to the hilt. You feel yourself already on the edge of cumming around him, your legs shaking as they wrap around his waist, desperate to keep him inside you.

“I’m not going anywhere, pretty baby. Let me have it.” He pets your hair, looking down at your face. You pull him closer, intertwining your arms underneath his so you can hold him tight to you.

“Sam, I’m.. I’m so close. Please, this time, please?”

He carries on at the most perfect pace. It feels like he’s wringing the orgasm out of you, the drag of him with every thrust sending your eyes rolling back in your head.

“Doing so good for me,” he says, still petting your hair as he peppers your face with kisses. “Ask me nicely.”

You immediately do as he asks. “Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease,” the word falling from your lips like a prayer you need desperately answered. He chuckles, slowing just a bit, and you notice. “Please, fuck! Please!”

“Now tell me again. What you said earlier.” His voice is low and almost frantic. He’s not teasing you, messing with you. He needs it.

“I- I need you, Sam. I don’t want him, I don’t want anyone else, I don’t need anyone else, I’m yours Sammy, all of me is yours. All of me,” you mumble, uttering everything, anything he could want to hear. He’s still not picking up his pace. You let out a frustrated whine, tears falling down the side of your face and into your hair. Then you remember. “Fuck, I love you Sam, I love you.” You pull him closer, your nails digging into the skin of his back as he finally picks up his pace.

He snaps his hips so severely, you swear he knocks every thought from your head. You fall headfirst over the edge, tightening around him, your fingernails scratching as you desperately need him closer to you somehow.

He lets out a strangled groan, burying his face in your neck. He’s right there with you, meeting his end as he murmurs weak, unfinished, hoarse iterations of “I love you” while he finishes deep inside you.

As the two of you come down, he rolls the both of you onto your sides. His warm brown eyes are heavy-lidded, looking at you with the most blissed out, soft, sweet expression. You let your eyes flutter closed, catching your breath, just feeling the closeness of him.

As you lay there together, your mind starts to wander. It’s in the quiet moments that doubt creeps in. Jake’s words about Sam’s last few relationships were still bouncing around in your brain. You can’t silence the nagging voice in the back of your head. Are we only biding time 'til I lose your attention and someone else lights up the room?

@reesetrippingthelight@samstopochico@jordie-gvf-admin@jakesgrapejuice@spark-my-nature@gvfcinema@joshysgirl@hellowgoodbye@ageofwagner@katelynn-gvf@ohgodthefeeling-gvf@fwzco

Part 10

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cariantha · 8 days

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A Chance Encounter (3/3)

Book: Open Heart (Pre-Series) Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Teen Category: Fluff Word count: 1.3K Series Summary: Ten years before meeting at Edenbrook, Ethan and Sawyer have a chance encounter during spring break.

Chapter Summary: Almost two years after moving to Boston and meeting Ethan Ramsey, Sawyer realizes her spring break dream guy and current boyfriend are the same person.

Part One | Part Two

Part Three: The Realization

March 2024 - Boston, Massachusetts

“Okay, okay! Truce!” Sawyer surrendered with breathless laughter. She and Ethan, and most of the surfaces in the room, were dripping wet in the aftermath of their impromptu water fight at the kitchen sink.

Ethan playfully swatted her bottom with a dish towel before he started mopping up the countertop. “Hey!” she jumped with a laugh. “You started it, mister.”

“Uh-uh. You did when you gagged at my recipe idea.”

“Sorry, not sorry. But it was a terrible idea. Who puts raisins in pasta? Who puts raisins in anything? Gross,” she shivered in disgust. Changing the subject, “Hey, speaking of terrible things… did you hear about all those spring breakers who ended up in the E.R. last night?”

“I did. I saw it on the news as well. It’s a miracle no one drowned. Fifty people crammed onto a pontoon boat… what a bunch of drunken idiots,” Ethan commented and shook his head.

“So, I take it you never did anything crazy or reckless on your spring breaks?” She stopped what she was doing and turned to face him. “Did you even go on any spring break trips?”

“Once.”

Nearly a year and a half since meeting in the lobby of Edenbook, Sawyer still hadn’t remembered their encounter over a decade ago. And Ethan didn’t want to tell her. He wanted her to realize on her own and was still hopeful she would. Something would eventually jog her memory and he wanted to witness the moment she finally connected the dots. The more senior doctor had always been fascinated with how his protege’s mind worked, how an everyday random thought became the key to unlocking a medical mystery. He wondered if it would be like that when she finally remembered. But then again, Sawyer didn’t even know there was a mystery to be solved, so maybe not.

“Once what?” Sawyer asked, walking to the dining table to collect the wine glasses, “Once you were reckless or once–” She cut herself off as her foot slipped out from under her. “Whoa!” she yelped, clipping her elbow on a metal cabinet handle as she fell on her rump. “Owww,” she whimpered, cradling her throbbing funny bone.

“Shit! Are you okay?” Ethan rushed to her side and crouched down. He peeled Sawyer’s hand away from her elbow and saw red. “Come here.” Scooping her into his arms, he stood and gently deposited her on top of the kitchen island. Reaching for a roll of paper towels, he tore a couple off. “Here, keep pressure on it. I’ll be right back.” A minute later he returned with a first aid kit.

Needing a distraction from the throbbing pain, Sawyer watched him sort through the kit. “Tell me more about your spring break. I can’t quite picture you partying on the beach in Florida. Isn’t that where all the east coasters go?”

“It was during med school,” he answered. “Tobias’ stepdad had a house at the beach, right on the water. We spent a few days there with a couple of other buddies from school. It wasn’t anything wild like the scene in Florida… pretty upscale… but Tobias did throw a big party while we were there.” Having gathered the needed supplies, he lifted the paper towels and examined the gash on her elbow. “What about you? Let me guess… Mexico? Lake Havasu? Vegas?”

She shook her head as she also assessed her injury. “I was on scholarship. I couldn’t afford to go anywhere. But sophomore year, my roommate invited me to go with her to New York. She was a nanny for a super-rich family from L.A. They let her bring a friend since she was giving up her spring break to travel with them.”

Standing between her legs, Ethan cleaned the wound. When Sawyer turned her head and flinched from the sting of the antiseptic, he leaned down and blew on her elbow.

Sawyer snapped her head back to him. When he lifted his eyes to meet hers, memories of her time in the Hamptons with a handsome young stranger came rushing back. The stranger who traveled with three friends and whose roommate had a wealthy stepfather who owned a house on the water. A medical student at John Hopkins. A coffee snob with eyes the same color as the ocean.

“You– You didn’t say where you went for spring break,” she commented quietly.

Ethan stepped away to dispose of the bloody gauze and paper towels. His back was to her when he answered. “The Hamptons.”

When he turned around, he saw the realization dawning in her glassy eyes.

Sawyer stared back at him for a moment. "Moondoggie?" she asked softly, her throat suddenly tight as she swallowed her choked-up tears.

Ethan smiled as he returned to the counter and rummaged through the first aid kit for the right size bandage.

“You’re… it was… it was you?" she stammered, putting the puzzle pieces together. As he applied ointment to her wound, her mind wandered to the countless times he had lovingly kissed and caressed the barely there scar on her thigh. "Why haven't you ever said anything?"

"It was complicated. You were an intern. I was an attending. Cracking that door open would have made it even harder to keep things professional.”

"When exactly did you realize?" she wondered.

"In the waiting room of the E.R. The moment I saw and called you over to help,” he admitted, tearing the wrapping away from the bandaid.

“But you acted like you didn’t know me.”

“I recognized you immediately. How could I ever forget these bewitching green eyes?” he said, his knuckles caressing her cheek. “I just didn’t know your name.”

She held her tongue as he concentrated on placing the butterfly bandage just right. When he was done, Sawyer slugged him.

“Ow! What was that for?” he moaned, rubbing his shoulder.

“We met. We had this incredible connection. Had a magical night together. And thennn, we meet again ten years later, unable to resist each other, and you still don’t believe in soulmates?!”

Ethan shrugged. “You know I believe in science, not star charts. There’s a perfectly logical explanation–”

Sawyer shook her head and cut him off before he bored her to death with scientific reasoning. “Ethan… I can’t believe this… you were my… my–”

“Spring break hook-up?” he tried to finish for her.

“No… well yes, but you were my– my first.”

He stopped what he was doing and looked her in the eyes. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, clearly it was not very memorable,” he poked fun at himself as he started to move away and clean up.

Sawyer quickly grabbed his shirt and tugged him back. “Are you kidding?! I’ve never forgotten that night, Ethan. I never forgot how you made me feel,” she told him, wrapping her hands around his wrists to keep him close. “You know, the first time I saw a picture of you, I thought you looked like him. The guy I met on spring break. It was always at the back of my mind, but I figured it was just wishful thinking...” She trailed off, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “It's probably why I didn't recognize you as my medical hero when we saved that woman's life. Seeing you again short-circuited my brain," she chuckled. Locking eyes with him, her tone became more serious. "That guy from the beach was my dream guy. I’ve never forgotten him and I compared everyone who came after to him.”

“Is that so?” he asked in a near whisper, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Yes.” Sawyer shrugged her shoulders. “I’m sorry I didn’t remember right away. I suppose once I started to get to know you… once I found the real thing… I didn’t need to hold onto the memory of the dream guy anymore.” She locked her legs around his waist and her arms around his torso, drawing him as close as possible.

“I see,” he said, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “Well, maybe if I play my cards right, I can be your first and your last.”

“Take me to the bedroom, Moondoggie,” she smiled. “You can be my first, last, and right now.”

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lemonflavouredchaos · 11 months

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Cherry Pie

You're lonely while baby-sitting your brothers' kids and call your best friend for some backup... of course, things go a little sideways when the kids go to sleep.

AKA I'm now on an Eddie kick and no one can stop me; some needy, cunt drunk, gentle switch Eddie for you guys.

If there's one thing you know about Eddie Munson, it's that he's great with kids. Calling him in to make baby sitting duties easier wasn't quite what you had in mind this Saturday, but any time with him is time well spent. He comes into the house like a hurricane and within five minutes he's embroiled in some complex game which seems to revolve around him chasing Piper and David while they compete to see who can scream the loudest.

The neighbours will be pissed, but at least you finally have time to make the mac and cheese they've been begging for all afternoon. As you drop a handful of sharp cheddar into the pot, Eddie skids into the kitchen, red-faced and panting,

"We need juice," he says, and you laugh,

"Fridge, Eds, they're not allowed coke or cream soda before dinner, give them orange juice or water... or milk. Whatever they want," you say, "and there's beer for you, too."

"Well alright," he says with a grin, but you feel him turn as he passes you and when you look over your shoulder he's standing by the refrigerator with a strange smile on his face,

"What?" You frown,

"Nothin' Princess," he says, but there's a flush on his cheeks still, "don't see you wearing a dress that often is all. Looks good, it new?" His eyes flick down and you feel a flash of heat go through you. You turn to the steaming pot and start to stir again - damn him, why is he so... delicious?

"No, well, kinda," you say, "I bought it a while ago but it's the first time I've worn it. It was so hot out today." It's true, and a total lie; you were wearing an older, less flattering dress before you called him. You changed into this, not sure why you were doing it, after Piper spilt paint on you.

It's so not you; light and fluffy and skimming the middle of your thighs. Buttery yellow with spaghetti straps. You're starting to realize you wore it for him, and that's a mortifying thought you can't settle with. He's not interested Y/N, if he was, he would have said something by now. Get a grip, girl.

A cold, condensation-beaded bottle of beer thumps onto the counter beside you and his broad hand rests next to it. You can feel the heat of his body behind you, hear him take a swig, smell the sharp aftershave and chemical soap and cheap shampoo he uses,

"Seems a little... fancy for babysitting," he says, voice low and heavy,

"I was... wearing an older one," you say, "Piper spilt paint on me."

"Shame," he says, "but this is a nice dress. You should wear it more."

"I might," you say and your voice is a low, shivering whisper. Piper runs into the room,

"Come play Eddie," she stamps her tiny feet,

"On my way," he says and hands her a cup, "here's your juice." For a second you'd love to throttle her. Jealous of a six-year-old, fuck I'm pathetic.

"Mac and cheese in ten," you call after them and he turns to look at you, his eyes dropping to your chest for a second, then he blushes and nods,

"Ten minutes, yes ma'am," he repeats with a mock salute and disappears. The screaming starts again; all you can do is pray you don't hear a crash any time soon.

They eat like they've never been fed before; all elbows and lowered heads, and Eddie widens his eyes at you, smirking before he takes a bite and theatrically rolls his eyes,

"You're right David," he says, "Auntie Y/N makes the best mac and cheese. What's in this?"

"Oh, you know," you say, "cheese, milk, butter," you shoot the kids a glance and mouth, "mustard." He raises his brows,

"Really?"

"Mmmhm," you say and he winks, reaching over to ruffle David's hair. The gesture almost makes you melt. Is it bad, you find yourself wondering, to picture him as a father? It seems weird; neither of you is twenty yet, and he's still trying to get out of high school... but he would be a great dad. You can feel it. Hell, you can see it.

And that makes you... well, feel things.

They protest being sent to bed and wheedle an extra long bath to compensate for going to bed at the same time they do every night. You can't say no, though; they're too cute, and when you come back out into the living room he's lounging on the sofa watching TV,

"All sleeping?" He asks with a smile,

"I think so," you sigh and flop down next to him, smoothing your dress self-consciously, "thank you, Eds, they were too much for me today."

"Hey it's all good," he says, "they're good kids. "

"They are," you sigh and press your head to his shoulder, felling him stiffen a little, "tell me you brought weed?"

"Of course," he snorts, "outside?"

"Yeah."

It's not hot anymore; it's not even warm. The cold night air kisses your bare legs and makes you shiver as you take a drag, and he drapes his heavy jacket over your shoulders,

"Thanks," it's hard to think of anything else to say; the smell of him on the fabric is dizzying,

"You're welcome, Princess," he sighs and leans back against the wall. "So I take it they're staying here tonight?"

"Yeah, Mom and Stan are in Portland for their honeymoon, Jade and Chris have gone down to Ohio for a wedding. They're here till Monday." You shudder. "It's gonna be a long weekend."

"You want me to head off and let you sleep?" He takes the joint from you and draws in smoke,

"No!" You say it a little too loudly maybe because he narrows one eye and smirks at you, "no, Eds, please I haven't talked to anyone over the age of six since Friday morning." He snorts and nods,

"Ok, well, I have time," he holds out his hand, letting you take the joint carefully, "I can come back over tomorrow and help if you want?" You nod,

"That would be great, as long as you don't mind?"

"Sounds like a good day to me," he says, "we can hop in the van and go out to the lake if you want?" And just like that it feels a little too intimate. Like they're your kids. Like they're his. You shake your head and then shrug,

"Uh, maybe, let's see how the weather is, radio says it might rain." The sudden cold in the night backs that up; it's like you can feel the thunderclouds rolling in as he takes the mostly gone joint from you from you and stares up at the sky,

"Halfsies?" He nods to it and you smile,

"Sure," you say, but he doesn't move,

"You look really good in that dress," he says suddenly, and there's no hint of teasing in his eyes now.

"Thank you," hot, blushing, unable to raise your voice, you almost whisper those words, feeling tiny and strangely exposed in his oversized jacket,

“I mean it,” he shifts so he’s facing you, “shame you don’t wear it more often.” Then he narrows his eyes and raises his hand to his face, hesitating as your eyes fix on his thick fingers and the chunky rings that they always hold, “sure you only wore it because of a wardrobe malfunction?” He asks suddenly, and though his voice is steady there’s a hint of anxiety on his face, take the plunge. This is it.

“No,” you say, “I wore it because I wanted you to see it.” He nods and looks down, then draws the last of the smoke into his lungs, before reaching out to pull you forward. Inches from your face, he blows the smoke gently into your mouth, and the rush you get breathing it in has little to do with the weed.

He takes a low, slow breath when you break apart, rubbing his nose against yours before he grins and whispers,

His hand slips under the heavy jacket, slides across the fine material of your dress, and pulls you against him just before your lips touch. Just like that, he’s not your best friend anymore... or at least he’s not just your best friend.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so fuckin’ long,”

“Why’d you wait till now?” You whisper back,

“I would have waited longer...” he said, “but I nearly had a nosebleed when I saw that dress.” You snigger and shake your head, try to step back, but he drags you forward again and buries his face in your neck, “I swear to God, Y/N, you better wear this again... not... for other guys though.”

“No?” You ask, and there’s a giddy smile spreading across your face,

“Absolutely not,” he almost growls,

“So when can I who should I wear it for then?” You ask though you know what he’s going to say,

“Me,” he murmurs, and drags your hips closer, stealing any reply you might have had when he presses himself against you and it becomes clear just how interested he is. Maybe it's the giddy exhilaration, maybe it’s the weed... or maybe it's just him, but you know you’re about to make a bad decision when you take his hand and drag him inside, pulling him to your brothers' bedroom, hushing him as you close the door.

All that bravado, all that presence melts away when you push him back onto the bed; he just stares up at you with those big doe eyes and lets you climb onto his lap. He’s so passive, so still that you feel a moment of panic,

“You... do you want to...?” You ask, blood chilling until he nods eagerly and he tugs your hips,

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Eddie mutters, but he still doesn’t take over. Not like the other guys, well the other guy, you dated; he pushed and tugged and manhandled you... and it was fine. But the way Eddie lies back and stares at you as if waiting to be told what to do... it makes you feel itchy and needy and hot.

“Take your shirt off?” You ask tentatively and he almost tangles himself up in the material in his eagerness to comply, leaving you giggling, God he’s so perfect, as you trace the lines of his tattoos with shaking fingers, “you’re so beautiful,” you whisper and he blushes.

“That’s my line, Princess,” he mutters, pushing his hands up your thighs, all the way under your dress to toy with the lace of your panties. There’s something new about him, something vulnerable and tender and so achingly soft that it almost makes you want to cry... but there’s something else under that feeling. You want to sink your teeth into him, just devour him. He strokes your legs, shifts his hips, but doesn’t try for anything else, even when you kiss him. Even when the kiss goes on and on and on until your head is light and he’s whimpering and gasping,

“Shh,” you murmur and cover his mouth; his eyes flutter shut and suddenly you get it. “You gonna be a good boy for me Eds, hm?” He nods. “You gonna be quiet while I ride you.” He whimpers into your hand but nods nonetheless, so you lean down and take your hand away. “If you make a sound,” you whisper, watching emotions flit across those big, dark eyes, “I’ll stop, and you’ll have to wait until next weekend to get what you want, ok?”

“Y-yeah,” he whispers back and you can feel him shaking under you, big bad Eddie, shaking like a puppy... why does this feel so right?

“You sure you want this?” The question is genuine, but he gives you a look of such stupified contempt that you have to stifle a giggle.

“Then shut up and stop squirming,” you murmur, running your tongue across the shell of his ear, “keep your hands to yourself, and do as you’re told, ok?”

“No,” he draws it out rolling his eyes, “I’m terrified, all five-foot jack shit of you is so much that I couldn’t leave if I wanted to - ofcourseifuckingwantthis.” He whispers the last part so urgently that it almost sounds like a shout.

“You’re a little freak,” he whispers, but he’s grinning,

“You know where the door is Munson.”

“Wild horses couldn’t get me out of here,” he lies back and lets his arms fall back beside his head, “not a peep.”

“We’ll see.”

The heavy belt buckle takes a little more work than you had thought, but his jeans slide down easily once it's undone. He’s hard, almost painfully so, and there’s a wet patch on the front of his boxers; you raise your eyebrows at him, and he flushes, looking away. There’s a shiver of apprehension; he’s big, maybe not huge, but bigger than your one and only boyfriend... and when you pull down his boxers his cock twitches. His eyes are closed, breaths coming in slow, measured waves until you run your tongue across the velvety skin at his hip.

The little hitch is like music; you chase it, nipping and sucking the skin on his belly and hips until he’s twitching and letting out soft, desperate huffs. When you run your tongue along his length he makes a stifled, strangled grunting sound, but stays still, just like he promised.

His cock twitches in your hand as you line him up with your entrance, and when you sink onto him, taking every inch so slowly that it makes you dizzy, his eyes roll back and his mouth moves.

“Please, please, please,” he’s whispering over and over again like a prayer, but when you shush him he clamps his mouth shut,

“Good boy,” you murmur and run your hand down his chest to the start of the fine, dark hair between his legs, feeling him twitch in you when you utter those two simple words. “Look how good you look in me,” you whisper, not quite believing that the filth is coming from your mouth; when his eyes open they’re hazy; he’s wrecked, holding on by a thread, and the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you almost destroys him; Eddie jams one knuckle into his mouth and bites, a strange, growling sound exiting his throat. Still, he does exactly what you told him, and the feeling of power mixed with the desperate need that’s been building in your belly becomes so heady you think you might break too.

And that’s how it goes; slow, almost silent, both of you trying to make no sound until you’re shaking and you slump over him. It’s only then that he takes over, rolling the two of you, pulling you down onto the floor on the side of the bed farthest from the door, tugging the neck of your dress down as he murmurs nonsense words and phrases that jumble together in the hot, slick spaces between you,

“so fucking wet for me - should’ve done this months ago- fuck, that’s my girl, -”

Eddie goes on and on and on until you can barely think, and then it’s his turn to cover your mouth, growling in your ear as he rolls into your, slow and hard, the sheer weight and bulk of him making your hips ache and your body shake while he worms one hand between you to toy with your aching clit. When you cum it rolls over you like a thunderstorm, muted by the way you focus on keeping silent, wrapping your legs tight around him, so tight that he has to force them open to pull away before he fills you. Then it’s just the silence of the house, the muted sound of the TV still playing in the living room, dogs barking in the distance.

“Fuck me,” he pants, half whispering, “where the fuck did that come from, Princess?”

“I dunno,” the words are dreamy and soft; he kisses your forehead and helps you up, putting you back together before you step out into the hallway, quietly makes his way to the living room before you peek into Piper and David’s room on the other side of the bathroom. They’re sleeping peacefully.

Everything is exactly as it should be... except he has to go. That’s the part that sticks in your throat, even though he peppers you with kisses and soft words and promises; it feels wrong for him to go, now.

But he’ll be back tomorrow.

#eddie munson #eddie x y/n #eddie munson smut #st4 #size k!nk #cuddling #friends to lovers #fluff #fem dom reader #switch eddie

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neowinestainedress · 2 years

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jaem/hyuck + teeth rottening fluff ?!

a/n: i hope i had to pick one of them, if you wanted them both please let me know I'll come up with something else. AND i hope it's teeth rotting enough but I'm not really sure about this one, sorry

You had arguably the worst day ever, it was so terrible that you don’t even want to think about it, but it seems like nothing can make you feel better. So even now, that you’re lying on the bed with your boyfriend Jaemin at your side you don’t feel any better.

“Come here, let me hold you,” Jaemin whispers pulling you near. “Are you cold?” He asks when he feels you cuddle closer to him, but you shake your head.

“Just tired.”

“Today was hard, wasn’t it?” His voice is soft, puffs of air blowing in your hair while his fingers caress the back of your hands intertwined with his.

“You have no idea.” The tone of your voice is low and sad. You didn’t say anything when you came back home because you didn’t want to ruin his mood too, but Jaemin knows when something’s wrong. He simply respects your space and waits for you to open up. “I feel so tired, like… mentally tired. I do so much and yet I feel like it’s not enough.”

“No, baby,” he replies, kissing your cheek. “You know I’m proud of you, right? And so are all the people that love you?”

“I guess,” you say, not totally convinced.

Jaemin smiles and then starts kissing your face and neck, tickling you and making you laugh.

“You think I’m a liar?” He pretends to be offended and in a second he’s over you, tickling you.

“No, no, I would never,” you laugh through huffed breaths as he keeps torturing you.

“Good,” he smiles, finally stopping and kissing you again and again. “Don’t think that of me ever again.”

“Fine, I won’t… but I still feel so tired and lately we’ve barely seen each other. I miss you.”

“Oh, so you’re in a lack of my love, that’s why you’re sick.”

“I’m not sick.”

“No?”

“I told you… it’s life and I don’t even remember when was the last time we spent some time together.”

“See,” he teases you, nose brushing against your neck, making you giggle. “You’re sick, not enough levels of love are running in your body, we gotta do something,” he jokes before he carries you outside of the bed.

“Jaemin! What the hell! What are you doing?”

“I’m worried about you. We need to fix this.”

You try to fight him but then give up, it is quite late, almost ten p.m., but you can’t really complain when he leads you to the kitchen and picks out your pink apron.

“Do I look good?” He asks, doing a twirl to show you how good it looks on him and almost falling on the floor. “Don’t laugh! I could’ve killed myself.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you say, gasping for air and fanning yourself as you try to stop laughing.

Jaemin glares at you but in reality, he’s glad he’s making you laugh, he can’t stand seeing a pout on your face, and if falling like a fool is what he has to do to make you happy, he gladly will.

“You can’t cook for me right now,” you chuckle when he turns on the oven, but then you see him grab the corn and cheese and your eyes light up. “Wait! Are you making corn cheese?”

Jaemin turns to you, now that you’ve reached his side to see better what he’s doing and lifts a brow. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to cook this late.”

“No, shut up! I love it. It’s my favorite midnight snack.”

“I know it is, that’s why I’m cooking it for you.”

You smile, hugging him tightly, resting your head against his arm and say, “You know I love you so, so, so much?”

“You’re such an opportunist,” he jokes.

After mixing all the ingredients together and putting the baking tray in the oven, it takes less than ten minutes for it to cook.

You almost miss the timer going off, too busy dancing in the kitchen with the music Jaemin turned on because he didn’t want to just sit there and wait for it to be done.

“You almost burned it,” you say when he takes it out.

“You like it better when it’s crunchy,” he replies, placing it on the table before he turns around and grabs the bread chips to eat it with, he knows you like to use them instead of a spoon or chopsticks.

“I’ll pretend to believe you did this on purpose.”

Jaemin rolls his eyes again before he brings the food to the living room, placing it on the coffee table waiting for you to sit next to him.

“Here,” he says, wrapping a soft blanket all over you.

“Hey, I look like a burrito,” you whine when he ties the front so well that you can’t even move your hands.

“Yummy, I might eat you after I finish this all to myself,” he jokes, picking up the first bite of the corn.

“Na Jaemin, don’t you dare,” you warn him, struggling in the blanket and doing so falling behind on the floor.

“Dumbass, get me out of here!” You scream, trying to sound menacing but his laugh makes you start laughing again.

“I’m sorry,” he says, turning your body around, trying to keep a straight face but your ‘angry’ face being the only thing peeking out of the blanket makes him start laughing again.

“You’re sleeping on the couch in three –”

“Okay, okay, I’ll get you out of here.” He doesn’t let you finish, immediately freeing your arms from the hold. “I just wanted to keep you warm,” he pouts when you sit next to him again.

“Then let’s put it here,” you say, wrapping the blanket around both of your shoulders, and keeping it still with one hand. “Better, don’t you think so?”

Jaemin hums, scooting closer to you, but it’s still not enough. So he pulls you between his legs, his body keeping you warm while he places the blanket on your legs. “Now this is better.”

“You’re so cheesy,” you mumble mockingly, but the smile on your face can be heard in your words.

“Not as cheese as this,” he jokes, pointing at the pot full of corn cheese in front of you. “We better start eating before it gets cold.”

You two stay up for more than an hour, eating and talking about anything, but especially making plans together for the upcoming weekend. And when your eyelids get heavy, Jaemin carries you to your bed, laying you under the bedsheets before he joins you on the other side, his arms wrapping around your waist, his heartbeat against your back, and his nose between your hair.

Sleep takes over you soon in that cosiness, but before you completely fall into a deep slumber you can still make out his words.

“I love you so much, baby. And if I could take all the weight of this world off your shoulders, I would do it with no hesitation.”

#anon answered #jaemin fluff #na jaemin fluff #jaemin scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct fluff #once again this is not in the tags tumblr is tired of me ik

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bloompompom · 1 year

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Puzzles - Chapter 11

Completed, multi-chapter fic (11/24)

Pairing: eren jaeger x female reader

Want to start from the beginning? Find Chapter 1 here.

Word count: ~5.3k

Chapter summary: your hangover tradition takes a nose dive as friendships become a bit more complicated.

Content warnings throughout this fic: explicit sexual content, explicit language, alcohol/drug use. reader discretion advised.

Eren didn’t bother trying to fall back asleep. The air mattress was far too wobbly, filled with barely enough air to keep him off the ground. He laid there uncomfortably, listening to the fit of giggles that came from the kitchen. It acted as his alarm clock, set to snooze every two minutes to remind him to get up. He heard your and Sasha’s muffled voices go on and on about whatever it was that had Sasha all worked up.

He eventually stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his eye with his knuckle to try and wake up. You and Sasha sat beside each other at the kitchen island, hands wrapped around mugs filled with steaming coffee. He rested his forearms on the counter and slid your mug right from under you.

“You’re going to have to give me back my shirt, you know.” He took a sip of your coffee.

“Good morning to you, too.” You made a face and yanked your cup back. Looking him once over, he was standing in just his jeans from last night, his chest on full display. He didn’t seem to mind much.

You looked down at the oversized shirt you wore. It covered just the cusps of your legs as you sat with one foot on the seat of the stool, the other dangling toward the floor. You caught a glimpse of your inner thigh. The flesh was splotched with purpling bruises and lovebites. You tugged the hemline lower. Eren shot you a flashy smile.

Sasha poured Eren a cup of coffee, and the three of you chattered on about the night. Correction: Sasha did most of the talking. You and Eren just listened. She continued her rambles about the guy she danced with last night. She had been gushing all about him to you from the moment you woke up.

Funnily enough, she couldn’t remember his name, only the fact that she had his number. You had spent the last thirty minutes watching her type and then delete at least ten different drafts of messages she wanted to send to the poor fellow. It was a bit entertaining, watching her throw herself into a tizzy over a simple ‘hello.’ She still hadn’t settled on the perfect opening.

With your coffee finished, you headed to Sasha’s upstairs bathroom to find your clothes from yesterday. Eren left not too long after you returned his shirt, mumbling something about having to take Armin somewhere. Eren didn’t even really seem to know. He just told you it had something to do with ‘nerd stuff.’

You lazed around Sasha’s house for another hour or so just to pass the time. After every night out, you had a ritual of meeting up with your friends at the usual hangover spot. You didn’t even need to text Jean or Connie to know they would be there at noon.

Sasha kept her mouth shut about the whole Eren thing for most of the morning, and you thought you had managed to escape the topic altogether. But it wasn’t until Sasha had you locked into her car, unable to physically escape, that she finally decided to interrogate you. She might as well have had a cigar hanging from her mouth and that moody detective lighting because she was about to pry every detail out of you. You were ready to plead the fifth.

She waggled her thin eyebrows at you while she drove to the restaurant. “So, you and Eren, huh?”

The thought of rolling out of the car, even on this 45-mile-per-hour road, sounded more appealing than having this conversation.

“‘Me and Eren,’ what?” you asked.

“Sittin’ in a tree. K-I-S-S-I–”

“Sasha!”

“Right, right.” She laughed to herself. “You only cuddled. Just like you did when you spent the night at his house because, apparently, that’s all you do.”

Not exactly. “Yeah.”

She parked the car in the spot just outside the diner’s front door. The parking spot should be reserved for her at this point. The diner was never busy, leaving plenty of parking and tables open for the four of you. It only made the service all the better. Nothing beats having your waitress know you by name.

The diner was the standard get-together place for you and the three amigos. In fact, it was the very place where you met Jean and Connie for the first time.

Ah, memories.

You and Sasha didn’t need to take a second look around the place to find the boys. You always sat in the same spot like the creatures of habit you all were. Connie peered over the back of the booth, and he waved his hand above his head as if he were hidden in a crowd.

“Cheeseburger – everything on it. Side of curly fries. Vanilla malt. Did I get that right?” Jean recited to you as you slid into the booth next to Connie.

“Impressive,” you said with a grin. You had pronounced that exact order as the ultimate hangover cure, and while you weren't hungover this morning, it still sounded just as good.

“Julie came by a couple of minutes ago, so I figured I’d order for you since we knew you were close by.”

“Did you or Julie know my order?” you teased. She not only knew you by name but also by order.

“Very funny.”

“I told Sasha that I could have picked you up,” Connie said. “Woulda saved her some gas money.”

Sasha gave him a nasty look. “Not happening.”

“But–”

She folded her arms across her chest to add to the drama. It really sold the whole motherly effect she had going. She said, “You are still banned from driving either of us anywhere.” Connie let out a whiny groan.

Sasha was still grumpy about the night Connie drove you to Jean’s apartment for a late-night smoke session. You know the night: when you ate your weight in Wendy’s and got embarrassingly baked off of one hit. By the time you finished your frosty, the three men were toasted beyond recognition. Left stranded at Jean’s, you had no choice other than to ask Sasha to pick you up.

If you thought Sasha’s mother act was a bit much now, well, it was nothing compared to that night. They all got an earful from Mama Sasha, that was for sure. If you hadn’t been in total nirvana after your ice cream, you would have jumped in to remind her that you can take care of yourself.

That was one of the qualities you liked the most, and sometimes the least, about Sasha – she always came to your defense. She knew that you were more than capable of handling yourself, but she couldn’t help but feel a bit protective over you, especially around the dunces she called friends.

“The three of you are absolute idiots when you’re high, you know that?” Sasha said.

“But we’re your idiots,” Connie sang.

A flicker of a smile ran across Sasha’s face. With a small shake of her head, she said, “Hate to say it but it was nice to see you all like that – you know, getting along. Seems like you had a good time, at least.”

“Define ‘good time,’” Connie’s voice was flat with sarcasm. He shot a glance at the other culprit of the night that was just across the booth.

Sasha, being the smart aleck that she was, started to rattle off different definitions of a ‘good time.’ She didn’t even notice the way Jean awkwardly averted Connie’s glare. He was all red in the face just thinking about that night.

Shortly after Sasha drove you home, Eren passed out on the couch – nothing out of the ordinary – and it gave Jean the opportunity to spill his guts to Connie. And, boy, did he spill. The sucker, high off his ass, just couldn’t stop talking about you.

Connie was used to it. It wasn’t the first time that Jean had been all riled up on his own emotions. Normally, Connie would be all about hyping his friend up. But this time was different. This time, Connie just sat there and took it, failing to utter even a single word in response. He couldn’t do it, not in good faith. He just helplessly stared back at Jean, now in on the secret that you had a thing with Eren.

Jean questioned why Connie wore such a pained look on his face that night, not wanting to accept the obvious answer that snored beside them on the couch.

As usual, it didn’t take long for your food to arrive. Your stomach gurgled just at the sight. You reached past Connie for the ketchup and squirted some beside your fries. Before you could even take a bite, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

The text read, Coming over tonight?

A simple message from Eren, something that you had come to expect. You were starting to realize that no matter how close you became, he would always be a dry texter.

Sorry, can’t tonight, you typed.

The phone vibrated without giving you the chance to set it down. Your stomach growled, and your fries had to go yet another moment before being devoured.

Whyyyyyyyy. Eight y’s and all. That set a new record for the biggest reaction you had gotten from him over text.

With Sasha, Jean, and Connie for the day. Send.

He responded with a frowning emoji – that little face with the ridiculous, upside-down ‘U’ for a mouth. It was followed by a second message that read, ‘Ugh.’

You asked if he wanted a raincheck. He messaged back quickly, Tomorrow?

You reacted to the message with a thumbs-up and put your phone back into your pocket.

“What’s got you all smiley over there?” Sasha asked, and you felt your face drop. You didn’t even realize that you were smiling. “Or should I say, ‘who?’”

“Nothing. Eren’s just being dumb,” you said quickly. You needed to change the subject. “Hey, that reminds me. Why did Eren stop by your place a couple of weeks ago? You know, that day my car broke down.”

Sasha crumpled her face in confusion. “Huh?”

“Yeah. I bumped into him outside your house.” You thought about that day and how Eren avoided answering your question directly. “He didn’t tell you?”

“No,” she said. “Why is he so weird?”

“Beats me.”

Jean butted in, “Maybe he was finally trying to get some after all these years.”

Sasha made a gagging sound. “Gross, Jean. No way.”

He picked up his hamburger with both hands and took a large bite. He didn’t bother to swallow before talking again. “I wouldn’t put it past him.”

“I don’t know about that. Armin said Eren’s stopped hooking up with girls.” You didn’t like how she looked at you when she was talking to Jean.

“What, is he hooking up with guys now?” Jean teased.

Sasha shoved his arm. “You know what I meant.”

“Well, I highly doubt that.”

“Are you questioning the all-knowing Armin?”

“I just think it’s hard to believe the guy can go a weekend without whoring around before he implodes or something.”

“Hey!” Connie interrupted. “Don’t shame our little slut.”

The three of you grimaced at his choice of words. He tossed his head back in a howl of a laugh. No one liked Connie’s jokes more than Connie himself.

Your eyes darted between your friends while they bickered. You scooped some milkshake with a french fry and plopped it into your mouth. There was nothing left to do but sit back and watch the show.

“Don’t be hatin’ because Eren can actually talk to a girl,” Connie said. He desperately wanted to point out that Jean had tried and failed to ask you out at least five times. He figured that Jean was smart enough to get the hint.

“That’s funny coming from you,” Jean sneered. He got the hint. “The guy who still cries about his one-night stand from eight months ago every time he’s drunk. Say, I’m surprised you didn’t cry last night.”

Connie looked down and twirled his straw around in his milkshake. “Low blow, dude. Low blow.”

The four of you continued to aimlessly pick around at your meals. Actually, three of you did. You, Connie, and Jean were pensive as you tried to finish your plates. Sasha, on the other hand, was chowing down as if nothing happened. There was never a single thought in her pretty little head as long as there was food in front of her.

She gulped down her shake. “You wouldn’t believe who I saw snuggling up together this morning.”

She didn’t.

You wanted to slam your head into the table. Why would she even think to bring that up? Jean was right there. He looked pissed.

But Sasha didn’t care at all. Not even a bit. To be honest, she had switched to Team Eren a long time ago – from the very moment she saw how you looked at him.

Even though Jean was one of her best friends, she was exhausted by him and the silly crush he couldn’t admit. More than that, she knew that Jean could have had you at any time. That is, if you wanted him back.

She saw how you spent all your free time with Eren, having sleepovers that she now knew were filled with cuddle sessions (and more, but she wasn’t aware of that). Unlike Jean, you continuously put in the effort with Eren. It was obvious that you were falling for her friend, and fast. She was just pleased that the ice cream date she’d set up helped the two of you hit it off. She should start calling herself Cupid.

“Why do you keep mentioning him? I’m trying to eat,” Jean grumbled.

“Gee, I don’t know. Maybe because he’s our friend?” Sasha said.

“Speak for yourself.”

“Oh, quit it, Jean. You’re just saying that now ‘cause you’re all pissy.”

“I am not pissy! I’m just failing to see why you’re so pleased about Jaeger being all over your best friend.”

It was like you weren’t even there. And, god, why did he have to use that phrase again? All over. It just about made you want to puke all over.

“I just thought it was cute, that’s all,” Sasha said.

“You won’t be singing the same tune when she ends up on the wrong side of Eren’s temper.” Jean motioned in your direction as he spoke, and then he fixed his attention back on Sasha. The duo sat closer than before, fully engulfed in the heat of their argument. “You can’t tell me he hasn't bitten even your head off in the past.”

Sasha opened her mouth to defend Eren, but she bit her tongue with a frown. “It was only when I stole his star in Mario Party, and he turned the game off. That was years ago. I doubt he’d do that now.”

“Oh he’d definitely still do that now,” Connie laughed.

“My point is proven.” Jean proudly tossed a fry into his mouth.

Sasha waved her arms around. “Whatever! This is a dumb conversation.” She reached over the table and clasped her hands over the sides of your head like earmuffs. A bit dramatic, but she was always like that. “She doesn’t need to hear this.”

“I can still hear you, you know.” You sighed and peeled her hands from your face.

“You’re the one who started it!” Jean said.

“And I’ll be the one to end it!” Connie said before aiming his straw at Jean. He blew into it, and a spitty wad of napkin landed on Jean’s cheek. He squealed and swiped at his face until the chewed-up paper fell to the table.

“They’re just friends, anyway,” Sasha quietly said, giving you a look. You couldn’t quite pinpoint her expression.

“Ah!” Connie shoved his fingers into her face. “I said the conversation is over. Dead. Buried. Rest in peace. Funeral is being held tomorrow.”

“Yeah, just friends,” you said. Connie glared at you next. You zipped your fingers across your lips.

Sasha was right. You and Eren were just friends. As far as she knew. As far as you knew, for that matter. It was easier to keep things like this to yourself than to try and catch your friends up on a situation that you didn’t even understand.

No one had anything to say after that. You each went back to poking around at your food, even Sasha.

What Jean wanted to tell you was to watch yourself around Eren. But he knew better than that. He knew you wouldn’t listen. Who would listen to that? It was a major cliché – the whole ‘watch out for that guy’ warning. It never worked.

Either way, you were a grown woman and could make decisions for yourself. Jean wanted to respect that, even if it ended in your eventual heartbreak. Jean was sure that Eren would get what he wanted from you and then grow bored, just as he always did. Eren would toss you aside like you were nothing. He was like a giant, hyperactive kid going from one plaything to the next.

The last thing Jean wanted was for you to get hurt. Really, it was. But he thought that if he just waited things out, eventually, he would get the chance to tell you his feelings. It seemed a lot less messy than trying to prove himself to you. You would probably end up hating him for trying to make Eren seem like the bad guy.

After all of this was said and done, you would want someone more serious. Someone like Jean. At least, that was what he told himself.

You stared at Jean. It was obvious that there was a lot on his mind. You watched his eyes skirt around between the three of you. They settled onto you before he looked back down at his plate.

You weren’t sure if he meant to say it out loud – maybe he wasn’t even sure if he meant to say it out loud – but just under his breath, you heard him mutter, “You’re too good for him.”

There wasn’t anything you could say back to that.

When the waitress came back, you asked for a to-go box. You hadn’t even touched your cheeseburger, and you weren’t sure if you would later. You limply carried the box at your side, following your friends out of the restaurant.

You still didn’t have much to say in Sasha’s car. She let you sit, just for a moment, before asking, “I take it you don’t want to go to Connie’s anymore?”

“Not really.” You stared at your lap. Jean’s words still festered inside of you.

“I get it.”

You wished she said more. Anything would have helped. Even a simple, ‘well, that was fucking awkward’ would have been nice to hear.

She added, “I’ll take you home.”

You waited for a second and imagined going home. You saw yourself curling up in your bed for the night like the pathetic little pill bug that you were. It didn’t sound all that great. “Can you take me somewhere else, actually?”

She weakly smiled at you and started the car.

She dropped you off outside of Eren and Armin’s apartment, sending you off with a wave before driving off. It wasn’t like you to show up unexpectedly, but if Eren could do it then you figured you could do the same. And while nothing sounded better than getting out of these clothes and into a hot shower, you welcomed a distraction.

You knocked on the door. The sound instantly made you regret even showing up. You braced yourself with a deep breath when you heard the door unlock. No going back now.

Armin opened the door. His soft face was contorted into a look of confusion when he saw you. He said your name with a questioning tone.

“Hey,” you said. You didn’t like how glum you sounded. “Eren here?”

“Just left,” he said. His hand still rested on the knob as he glanced over you.“Do you want to come in?”

“Oh, no, that’s okay. I don’t want to bother–”

“It’s fine.” He wasn’t much of an interrupter, and you could see on his face that he even shocked himself. He looked stricken. “I just mean you can – you don’t look so – uh, I ordered pizza. Come in.”

He opened the door wider, and you took the offer. He followed behind you, collected his thoughts, and said, “What I was trying to say was that you look really sad, like you need a friend, and pizza always helps. There will be more than enough if you want some.”

He looked more composed than before, but he still swallowed hard. You let out a small chuckle. “Thanks. My leftovers don’t sound so good anymore.”

You headed for the kitchen and placed the styrofoam box into the refrigerator. You planned on conveniently forgetting it. There wasn’t a chance that you were coming back for the cursed meal.

The pizza arrived not long after you did. Armin brought it back into the kitchen, and he fetched two plates.

“How much do you want?” he asked. He started to place a slice onto a dish.

“I’m okay. Thanks,” you said.

He knitted his eyebrows together, still looking at you while he grabbed another piece. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

He chewed slowly. You could tell he was analyzing you. You sat hunched in your seat, all crumpled and folded over yourself. As you said before, you weren’t the best at hiding your emotions.

“So what happened at lunch?” Armin asked.

You felt your face drop, your lip curling in thought. “How did you know that I was at lunch?”

He shrugged. “You always meet up with Sasha, Connie, and Jean after a night out. Everyone knows that.”

Sasha was right about the whole ‘all-knowing Armin’ thing. You really weren’t up to relaying the story. It wasn’t like there was much of a story to begin with. What could you say? Sasha and Jean got into an argument about Eren and – oh, yeah – Jean practically blurted out how you should be with him instead of Eren.

He didn’t say it in that many words, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to read between the lines on that one.

You played with a piece of your hair between your fingers. You focused on it instead of Armin’s eyes when you finally asked, “Why hasn’t Eren had a girlfriend before?”

To be honest, it felt wrong to ask such a question. It was nosy and intrusive. More than that, it felt like you had just laid your hand of cards straight onto the table. Hey, Armin, wouldn’t you like to know that I have a big, fat crush on your best friend? You pretended that this wouldn’t come back to bite you in the ass.

Armin appeared bewildered. His eyes were scanning over you again, more intently than last time, like he was trying to decipher if you were looking for a specific answer.

He was seconds away from blabbing about Eren’s confession. He shoved that urge down, knowing he had to be more calculated with his words than that. He had his own cards to play, and it wasn’t fair to show Eren’s entire hand yet. If anything, this was Armin’s chance to try and play wingman for Eren.

He started talking but it was too fast for it to sound convincing even in the slightest. “I think Eren’s just looking for ‘the one.’ He’s sentimental like that. Did you know he once–”

You cut him off and said, “Don’t tell me he saved a baby from a burning building. Or, wait – let me guess – was it a kitten in a tree?” Armin looked down in shame. If he was going to lie openly, he could have made it a little more believable. “It’s not like he can hear you or anything. You don’t have to defend him.”

It was like Armin needed confirmation that Eren wasn’t there before he spoke. You watched him lean forward, looking past the doorway to ensure no one else was home. He finally let out a sigh and said, “Eren’s a good guy. A great guy, really. He’s just–” Was emotional the right word? “Hard to get sometimes.”

You let out a ‘hmph’ sound, unsatisfied by his answer. It seemed like no one in this friend group wanted to tell you anything straight. It was all hush-hush and secrets, playing cute and beating around the bush.

“I just don’t get it,” you said. “Everyone makes him out to be some sort of loose cannon or something, but I’ve never seen him like that.”

Sure, Eren could tease you. There was no arguing that. And, yes, he was a cocky little shit more often than not. But it never meant that he treated you badly. He was the guy who took you for bubble tea after a long day and always bought your takeout no matter how much you ordered. And he definitely let you get away with stealing his stars in Mario Party on more than one occasion.

That was the confusing part of developing feelings for a mutual friend. You were still trying to get to know all of the different sides of Eren. Your friends were more than well-acquainted with those sides, so much so that they apparently felt the need to outrightly warn you. And there you were again, trying to describe the plot to someone who had already seen the movie.

Armin was conflicted at the moment. How do you be truthful while still sparing the gritty details of it all? Eren was a loose cannon. Not quite as much as he was during his younger years, but his immaturity still reared its head from time to time.

“Eren’s just–” He paused to choose the right words again. You wished he wouldn’t. You would have preferred to hear the first words that came to his head. “He feels things deeply. All of his emotions are big. I just think he doesn’t know how to deal with them. He talks without thinking. Does a lot of things without thinking, actually.” He scratched his head and his voice quieted. “I don’t know if that even made any sense.”

Does a lot of things without thinking.

“It does, I think.” You wished you stopped there, but you said, “That explains all the hook-ups then.”

Did that sound judgy? It certainly felt judgy. You stiffened with unease when the clunky words left your lips. You hated how you sounded like a jealous girlfriend or something. Worse than that, you were just a jealous friend who had no reason to be jealous in the first place.

Armin sensed your discomfort. “I can say that, truthfully, everyone blows that out of proportion. They just like to give him a hard time, as friends do.”

You weren’t sure if he was just telling you what you wanted to hear. You broke eye contact with him and started to pick at your lip in thought.

“I mean, sure, he gets around, I guess. But no more than your average smooth-talker.” He stopped to chuckle. It was the only time you had seen him smile today. “I personally think that Jean and Connie are a little envious.”

You didn’t look up. You were still processing what he had said. He lowered himself to meet your eyes, looking under the hair that swept over your face.

He finally asked, “You like him, don’t you?”

You felt panicked just by that simple question. It was innocent enough, but those kinds of questions made all of your muddled-up feelings resurface. You thought about last night and felt a tug in your chest.

You didn’t have to answer, though. The conversation was interrupted when you heard Eren stepping through the front door.

“Okay, Armin. They didn’t have blue, so I got you the–” Eren stopped when he saw you and tilted his head. He had a plastic bag draped at his elbow, his other hand holding a red Gatorade. He raised an eyebrow at you. “Huh. So you can hang out with Armin but not me?”

“You caught me,” you said as you smiled at him. “Should have told you I was here, could have had you pick me up something, too.”

He playfully clicked his tongue at you before tossing the bottle over to Armin. “Had to get my boy something. He can’t have even a beer without getting a hangover.” He slumped his arm around Armin. “Gotta replace those electrolytes.”

“Yeah. Thanks,” Armin said, entirely unenthused. He shimmied Eren’s arm off of him. Eren laughed and started to dig through the bag of groceries.

You placed your hands on the counter and stood up from your seat. “I was actually about to get going.”

“Didn’t see your car here. How exactly do you plan on getting home?” Eren asked. You eyed his car keys and then looked back at him with a grin. He let out a sigh. “Fine. C’mon.”

When it was just the two of you in his car, he jestingly said, “I can’t believe you like Armin more than me, and I still am the one giving you a ride.”

“I came to see you, but you weren’t home!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said and brushed you off with his hand. There was silence for a moment, like he wasn’t sure if he should say what was on his mind, but he spoke up. “You know I would have dropped everything and come home sooner if I knew you were there.”

He didn’t look at you when he said it. His eyes were still glued on the road. You wondered if he would blush the same as you were right now if he looked at you. You turned to the window to hide your face.

“Armin can get his own Gatorade, anyway.” He laughed, but it sounded strained and awkward. He hoped the joke would make you forget what he just admitted.

You didn’t say anything the rest of the ride. You just watched his hands. They gripped the steering wheel tighter than usual, knuckles turning white if he held it for too long. At each red light, you watched him release his grip. His fingers would return to their fleshy color as he repetitively tapped at the peak of the wheel. The cycle continued until you were back at your apartment.

You unclasped your seatbelt. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Always,” he said. The corner of his mouth twitched into a half-smile. “Are we still on for tomorrow?”

“Obviously,” you said, matching his smile. “By the way, I put some leftovers in your fridge. It’s a cheeseburger. You can have it.”

His eyes lit up for a moment, but then his face slumped with realization. “If I know anything about you, then I know there are pickles on that burger.”

“You would be correct.”

Eren hated pickles. So much so that you were the one that had to pick them off and eat them yourself if his order was ever wrong. Not that you had any room to complain. You simply enjoyed the little symbiotic relationship the two of you had created.

“I’ll just leave them for you,” he said.

“How considerate,” you sarcastically said with a laugh before stepping out of the car.

Once you were back in the comfort of your apartment, you took a shower and slipped into cleaner, cozier clothes. When you returned to your living room, you found that Eren had texted you. You opened up your phone and read the message with a tired groan.

Armin said you seemed bummed. You good?

It hadn’t even been that long since Eren dropped you off. He must have gotten home and talked with Armin immediately. You hung your head at the thought, wondering just how much Anchorman Armin revealed.

I’m good, you typed. What else did Armin say?

You stared anxiously at the screen once you sent the message. You carefully watched the three little dots that appeared when Eren started to type. You scrutinized just how long he was taking to craft his message, trying to determine if he was revising what he wanted to say.

Thankfully for you – and your racing heart – it didn’t take very long.

It read, Nothing. Why?

You sighed with relief. Another text message came through just a few moments later.

That’s so unnecessarily cryptic. You can’t leave me with that.

You laughed and set down your phone, knowing you were most definitely going to leave him with just that. Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

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Nothing was better than sitting around with your closest friends and just having fun. We were all hanging out at my house, spread at various angles in front of my lit fireplace. We had been laughing and drinking like this for the past two hours. The alcohol helped combat the insecurities and worries that came with being adults. When Kirishima jumped up from his spot on the couch.

"I think we should play a little game," he said in his bubbly voice. I don't think anything had ever soured his mood. "Like seven minutes in heaven. Everybody write a number on a small piece of paper and if your number matches you occupy one room in the house."

I heard Katsuki scoff next to me. "Tch. No one wants to play that, spiky hair."

"Actually I'm down to play, Kiri" I stood up from the floor, taking a sip of beer before tilting the tip to Bakugou. "You scared, Bakubitch?"

He didn't get to reply before Shoto handed out small pieces of paper to everyone, designating rooms to us since this was his house. There were ten of us. Uraraka, Momo, Mina, Jiro, me, Shoto, Denki, Izuku, Kirishima, and Katsuki. I put the paper with my number in my back pocket and waited.

Any one of them would've been nice to be in a room with but my eyes were on Shoto. He'd gotten his ear pierced since I saw him last, the barbell through the top curve of his ear almost covered by his white hair.I'd always had a crush on him in school and now I just wanted to know if the half and half applied to all of him.

"Okay!" Kirishima clapped his hands together, his booming voice capturing our attention. "I'll read off the guys numbers and ladies you will meet them in the corresponding room."

The first to pair off was Denki and Jiro, they headed upstairs while the girls cheered her on with little catcalls. The next was Momo and Katsuki, they also disappeared upstairs. Izuku and Uraraku were the next two and I gave her a thumbs up in encouragement. Soon it was just Shoto, Kirishima, Mina and I standing in the living room.

"5," Shoto said as I took a sip from my bottle, nearly choking on the liquid.

"That's me," I said, raising my hand. "Lead the way, sir."

He smiled, holding out his hand to me. I took it and let him lead me out of the living room and into the kitchen before he closed the door behind us. When he turned to face me I saw a devilish look in his blue and grey eyes that made my core clench in anticipation.

"You know I've had a thing for you since we were back at UA?" He said as he took slow steps towards me, like a predator trying to catch its prey. "I thought you were beautiful back then but when I saw you again today...I had to stop myself from taking you right then and there, y/n."

He'd backed me up until my bottom hit the kitchen counter, placing his hands behind me on the countertop and his legs on either side of one of mine effectively trapping me. I opened my mouth to speak but all that came out was a small squeak. I hadn't expected the mysterious Shoto to have this level of big dick energy. I wanted more of it.

"That was a cute little noise, baby," he chuckled softly, his voice sliding across my skin like velvet. "I wonder how many more noises I can get that pretty mouth to make tonight. What do you think, y/n?

"If I'm going to be completely honest," I said, my voice a little husky from desire as the alcohol finally started doing it's job and smothered my insecurities and bashfulness. My e/c eyes met his eyes that were lidded from desire. "I've had a thing for you since school as well. Spent a lot of time thinking about you at all hours of the day."

He pressed against me until his lips were inches from mine, a soft growl falling from his lips. "Let's make those fantasies a reality then, baby."

My lips met Shoto's in a passionate kiss, my hands sliding up his hard chest to tangle in his hair. He bit my bottom lip making me moan softly, using the opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth. I rubbed my body against his, desire coiling in my lower belly and my core hot with need.

He picked me up and set me down on the counter before pulling his lips from mine, I whined at the loss of his lips on mine. He slid his hand up the side of my thighs until he got to the edge of my skirt. He looked at me for approval, his lips pink and swollen from the passionate and needy kiss we'd shared.

"Lay down, y/n," Shoto groaned out softly and the way he said my name should've been a sin. Words shouldn't be attractive. "Let me take care of you, baby."

I laid back and he slid my skirt up before hearing a chair slide across the tile floor. Before I had time to question it his fingers were tickling the inside of my thighs, working their way up to my panty clad center. I had started to pant softly, my heartbeat thundering in my ears when I felt him nip at me through my panties.

"You're such a mess down here, baby." He groaned softly his hands gripping my thighs and pulling me closer until my sex was inches from him. I felt his tongue flick against my panty clad clit, releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding. "Completely soaked through your pretty panties for me."

His hands squeezed my thighs before slapping them both at the same time, the pain and the pleasure of Shoto teasing me through my panties caused me to arch my back and moan long and low. I felt his hot breath through the fabric and I clenched my core, desperate mewls falling from my lips.

"Shoto, I- OH!," I gasped softly when his finger slid down my covered mound, chilling my sex deliciously.

"Do you need my attention somewhere, baby?" He said softly, before he sucked on my core pulling a groan of frustration from me. "So fucking tasty, baby. So intoxicating."

His growl deepened with every word until i heard fabric rip and a cool breeze touch my aching hot sex. I felt his finger slowly part my soaking wet folds, moaning as he chilled me with his touch. I looked down my body, biting my lip as I watched his pink tongue glide across his lips.

I felt his tongue touch my sensitive flesh and it nearly broke me. His hot wet tongue and hot breath on my cooled flesh made me cry out his name so loudly I was sure everyone heard. My body felt hot on the cool kitchen counter, raising my hips to meet his tongue. He slid his tongue inside my hot core making me clench around his tongue and earn an approving groan from Shoto's mouth.

I knew what he was waiting for when he swirled his tongue just inside my entrance teasingly, drawing a keening noise from me that I'd be embarrassed about later. "Shoto...mmm please fuck me."

He looked up at me from between my legs and gripped my hips before sliding me off the counter and onto his lap. His rock hard cock stood up at attention between us, the underside pressed against my pussy.

"Is this what you want, baby?" His voice was deep and feral, stroking me just as well as his tongue did. Gripping my hips tight he lifted me up just enough for his cock to brush my entrance. I bit my lip and nodded as I looked at him. "Such a pretty, needy slut I have in my lap. You want me to pump you so full of my cum don't you, sweet baby? You want me to ruin this pretty pink pussy?"

I whimpered softly, my nails digging into his shoulders as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my wet slit. After a moment he thrusted up, entering my body in one movement. He almost stretched me to the breaking point, his hands moving to cup my ass while I adjusted to the feeling of being impossibly full.

He leaned forward, capturing my lips in a hot kiss as he thrust up. A deep moan slid from my throat as I followed his rhythm, a thin sheen of sweat covering my body. He kissed down my neck as he mumbled a litany of praises, his voice going deeper as he began to go feral. He hit that special spot causing me to bite his shoulder harder than I meant to in an attempt to stifle a scream, my eyes closed tightly in pleasure.

Without warning Shoto stood up, lifting me and wrapping my legs around him as he continued to pound into me. This new angle allowed him to go deeper and I couldn't stop the lewd sounds from leaving me. The pleasure of him stroking my insides and the slight pain of him hitting my cervix was too much stimulation.

"Cum for me, baby." He growled, his thrusts harder and faster. "I want everything you have to give me. Give it to me!"

I came so hard I saw stars behind my eyelids, my core pulsing and throbbing around Shoto's cock that was pumping erratically inside of me. With a roar he came soon after, painting my insides white with his cum. He sat back down in the chair, holding me to him as I panted against his neck.

"So that's.." I swallowed to moisten my dry throat. "What I was missing this whole time huh?"

He chuckled softly and I felt the rumble through his chest before he slapped my ass playfully. "Baby we aren't done yet. I distinctly remember saying 'until the sun comes up' and by my knowledge we've got 5 more hours until that happens."

His hand grabbed my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck. I felt him stir inside of me as desire began to coil in my belly again. I was going to be sore as hell in the morning but that was a problem for future y/n.

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dragonmuse · 1 year

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the ducks!! can we please hear more about jim and their duck collection?

(yes, yes you can!)

"And for you, Jim," Dolly set a little box into their hands.

Holiday gifts at the Boodharis were pleasantly simple. All three kids put money toward one big gift for Dolly (a new stand mixer this year which she'd been thrilled about, especially the cheery orange color) and Dolly would give out small thoughtful ones in return. The two grandchildren would get a few things, but there was a price limit. ("There's only so much room in the apartment!" Zuri would remind everyone each year.)

Oluwande had gotten a subscription to Make magazine which made his birthday gift easy this year. Jim already mentally bookmarked an intro to welding kit he'd like. Zuri had put in her new earrings right away and Ada was showing the kids how the bee-themed tea steeper would work.

In short, no one was looking at Jim and they got to open the box observed only by Dolly.

"Thank you," they said as they peeled off the tape.

"I found them when I was hunting around a mineral table for Oluwande," Dolly told them.

From tissue paper, Jim pulled a carved bit of amethyst just a little bigger than their thumb nail. The purple duck caught the light. Then two others even smaller in pink quartz. The little family setteled into Jim's palm.

"Oh," Jim lifted them to their eyes. "They're really detailed."

"Amazing what people can do, isn't it?"

"Thanks," they said again with more feeling. "They're great."

Stuffed full of food, ducks tucked carefully in their pocket and the lingering smell of baby powder and rosewater hugs on their clothes, Jim and Oluwande got on the subway. Oluwande was holding his magazine and bag full of leftovers.

"What'd Mom get you?" He asked.

"I'll show you when we get home. You like the magazine?"

"It's great," he nodded. "Wonder how she even found out about it? I'm going to give them to Pete after I'm done reading them, he'll love all the LED circuitry stuff. I know he wants to make that dress of Frenchie's programmable for light effects."

"Wonder if we could do something for the chainsaw."

"Roach would fucking love that. Good idea."

The apartment was well-warmed when they got in, taking the chill of the afternoon off them easily. After Oluwande slotted the leftovers into the fridge, Jim took the ducks out of their pocket and approached the little shelves.

They were only half full. Jim was picky about what they added and despite Ada's dire warnings, there hadn't yet been a gifting cascade. The salt and pepper shakers, along with the sugar bowl, sat on the kitchen table, too useful to get relegated to display.

Some of their favorites were on the top shelf, the most visible. There was the duck sitting on a comically large egg with a gobsmacked expression, the obsidian one with it's wings outstretched, one painted like a traditional china pattern with it's beak dipped in gold and one duckling carrying an umbrella.

There were only ten or eleven others, but Jim spent a few minutes carefully rearranging and then setting down the new acquisitions next to the obsideon one. They looked like they belonged together.

"Oh cool," Oluwande put a hand to their back, so he could lean in and look. "You like 'em?"

"Yes," Jim tapped the amethyst one gently. "Never seen one like it."

"Yeah, it's good when they're all unique."

"I got you something," they announced.

"Oh, I mean, you already got me the new shoes, I thought that was my gift."

"Those were for Teal. This is for you."

"You know I am Teal, right?" Oluwande laughed. "You don't have to do both of us."

"I wanted to."

They slipped out of his reach and went into the bedroom. They didn't really have to hide gifts from Oluwande, he was a weirdo who didn't go looking for them. They knew he'd taken to keeping their gifts at other people's houses which was annoyingly smart.

This was just an envelope anyway. They handed it to him without ceremony.

"Gift card?" he teased, opening it. They waited as he teased out the contents. "....Jim."

"Yeah?"

"How?"

"We can afford it," Jim shrugged. "I did the math, set aside tips for a bit.

"Longer than a bit."

"You said you wanted to go."

"I did. I do! This is awesome, really. How long?"

"A week. I already told Stede we were going, he's cool with it."

"Singapore...holy shit, we'll need hotels."

"Done."

"Done?" He blinked at them, then dug into the envelope and pulled out the itinerary that they'd carefully put together.

"You plan all our trips. I figured it was my turn."

"Day trips! This is massive. Holy shit!" He put the paper down and then drew them into a hug. They hugged him back smiling over hsi shoulder. "This is so cool! I haven't left the country in...forever and that wasn't far. This is going to be a real adventure."

"It's all real." They kissed his neck. "But yeah, it'll be a big one."

They were ready for that again. Oluwande made them want to take on the world.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #paint me orange and teal #jim jimenez #oluwande boodhari

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multifandomrandomgirl · 9 months

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The Ropes that Bind Us - Peter Tork x female!reader PART 11

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Taglist: @strawberry-sunset-skies

“Peter!” Micky popped out of his room and grabbed Peter’s arm before the man could go upstairs to his bedroom. Peter groaned and turned to the drummer.

“What Micky? It’s late, I want to go to bed.” Micky forced Peter down onto the sofa before he plopped down opposite him with a smirk on his face.

“I want to know, do you have a crush on our little Y/N?” Micky pointed towards where the girl was sleeping, Peter’s face turned into a bright shade of red and he looked down at his knees in the hope of hiding it from Micky. “Aha! So you do! Gosharooney, they grow up so quickly.” Micky pretended to wipe a tear away from under his eye causing Peter to roll his eyes.

“Mick, you can’t say anything to her, please. I do really like her. I mean, she’s so sweet, she was so lovely to me when we were trapped, she was constantly reassuring me and making me laugh. Now she’s here, man, she’s even more perfect. She’s gorgeous, she’s even funnier, and her hugs. Her hugs are my favourite thing ever.” Peter began to gush about Y/N, Micky smiled at him and let him continue ranting about her for another ten minutes or so.

“You need to tell her babe.” Micky cut in after having had enough of hearing about how soft her hair is. “You really ought to tell her.”

“Oh, I can’t Micky. I can’t. I don’t stand a chance with her, I think she’d laugh at me. She’s too clever and pretty to want someone like me.” Peter frowned, Micky felt a pang in his heart. Did Peter really feel this way about himself? And how blind was he? Micky could tell that Y/N liked Peter, even if Davy hadn’t confirmed it for them, he would be able to tell. She was patient with him when he struggled with something or said something stupid. She wouldn’t mock him the same way other people do when he said something dumb, she would reassure him that he was clever. She would laugh at all of his jokes, even when they didn’t make sense. The night they had rescued Y/N, Mike and Davy had looked troubled, so Micky asked what had happened and they told him that Y/N had said that Peter thought they wouldn’t come and find him because they were sick of him being a dummy. They told him everything Y/N said she had done to try and reassure Peter that they cared. Micky knew she was perfect for Peter.

“Hey Pete, I think you stand a big chance with her, I do. I think that you have the biggest chance out of everyone! You’re perfect for her. Don’t put yourself down, man.” Micky placed his hand on the bassist’s back comfortingly.

“You think?” Peter’s eyes light up happily, and Micky confirms his agreement with a nod. “I’ll think about it, I don’t want to destroy our friendship accidentally, it isn’t worth it.” Micky groaned internally, maybe Peter was a slight bit dumb.

“Goodnight, Micky.” Peter stood up and climbed up the stairs to his bedroom, Micky sighed and made his way to his own room, tiptoeing in so as to not wake Michael up.

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“Good morning Michael!” Y/N said cheerily to the Texan who was leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping a cup of coffee.

“Good morning Y/N. How was the new bed?” Michael poured her a cup of coffee and handed it to her, she took a large sip before answering.

“Thanks for the coffee! The bed was amazing, thanks. It was great.” Y/N gushed about the bed, Mike held back a giggle, he’d never heard someone so happy to have been sleeping in a bed before, but he knew he shouldn’t laugh, she’d spent three years tied to a chair so having a bed must have been the best thing ever.

“I’m glad it was good!” Mike smiled, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Hey Mike, I was wondering if you’d help me with something please?” Y/N asked quietly, she wasn’t sure as to whether or not she should do what she was about to ask for help with, but she decided to ask anyway, it couldn’t hurt to get some help with this and she didn’t want to ask Peter as she knew it may upset him.

“Sure, what’s it you need help with?” Michael placed his mug down on the counter, he was hoping that she’d ask him for help with talking to a certain blond bassist, but from the slight frown on her face, he wasn’t sure as to what she would be asking his help for, but he was fully prepared to do anything to help her.

“I was thinking of writing a letter to my family, I still know what their home address is, unless they have moved, but I doubt they will have, they’ve been in that house since they got married at eighteen. Anyway, I want to let them know that I’m alive, even if they don’t care, I just want them to know that I’m okay, but I’m not really sure if I should.” Y/N explains and Mike catches her voice cracking whilst she spoke, did she really think that her family wouldn’t care? Mike knew that if he were them, he’d be ecstatic to know she was alive after being missing for three years, hell, he had been ecstatic when they’d gotten Peter back after only a few days, and he had seen how happy Pete had been when they’d gone back to rescue her. If her family didn’t care about her, then screw them. Mike would be her family, and he knew the other boys would be her family. It made Mike upset that she thought no one cared about her, he felt the same way that he had done when Y/N had told him that Peter thought they wouldn’t come and save him because he thought they’d gotten fed up with him and no longer cared. He knew that everyone needed some sort of family, blood or not, and he would happily ‘adopt’ another ‘child’ into his very strange family. Fuck that, he already decided that she was his new child, he didn’t care what she nor her family thought, she belonged to his little family now.

“O’course I’ll give you a hand with that! But hey, why yer asking me? Surely you’d want Peter to help?” Mike pushed, he knew there must be some sort of reason as to why she didn’t want Peter’s help, he knew it wasn’t because he was dumb, she told him he wasn’t dumb every time he said he was, so there had to be a deeper reason than that.

“Mike, listen. I think it’d destroy Pete if he knew, I will tell him I wrote to them after I send it, I just don’t want to hurt his feelings. If he knew there was a chance I could go back home, I think it’d break him and I don’t want to tell him without thinking about the best way to do it, I don’t want to hurt him Mike, I really don’t.” Y/N said, she glanced at the floor slightly embarrassed. Mike grinned while she wasn’t looking, he got the reason and was happy, Y/N did really care for Peter and it was sweet that she wanted to find the best way of telling him without breaking the poor boy’s heart.

“I agree. Thank you for thinking about Peter, that’s really sweet, and I’ll definitely still help you. Let me finish this coffee and we can start if you want?” Michael asked, Y/N nodded gratefully, they both finished their coffees in silence, Y/N washed the mugs up whilst Mike went on a search for a notepad and a biro so they could write the letter.

“Ready?” Mike asked, sitting down next to the girl at the dining room table, she nodded, picking at her fingers nervously. “Hey, Y/N, it’s okay. I can see you’re nervous and it’s okay, I know it’s scary, I mean, it has been three years. But I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to hear from ya! I’m sure they’ve been really worried and I bet they’re still waiting on you to come home. And you know the boys and I are all always here for you no matter what, okay? Remember that. Come on, let’s write this letter. It might make you feel better. Let’s start with the address of this place.” Mike handed her the pen and placed his hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her.

“Thank you Mike.”

1334 North Beechwood Drive, CA.

Dear Mom and Dad.

Y/N put the pen down, what the hell did she write? She couldn’t just drop the ‘hi Mom! Guess what, I’ve been alive this whole time! I’m going to come home.’ on them, that wasn’t fair.

I hope you’re both doing well.

I’m writing to let you know what happened. I was kidnapped by someone by the name of Lord Reynolds.

Y/N scratched that bit out, she didn’t think it was necessary.

“This is too hard, forget it. Thanks, Mike.” Y/N screwed up the piece of paper in frustration.

“Hey, hey. No. We’re writing this letter, come on. I’ll give you ideas, you do the writing.” Mike rubbed her shoulders and handed her the pen again. Y/N pulled out a new sheet of paper from the notebook and began to follow Mike’s lead.

1334 North Beechwood Drive, CA.

Dear Mom and Dad,

How are you?

I know this letter is out of nowhere, but I’m writing to let you know that I’m alive.

Three years ago, I was kidnapped and taken to California where I was held hostage for three years. However, about a week and a half ago, another person was kidnapped by the same person and his friends came to rescue him, then they came back for me because he refused to leave me but at the time it was necessary that they left me behind. Since then, I’ve been staying with them while I try to figure things out, like sending this letter to the both of you. I am safe now, I promise. Mike, Micky, Peter and Davy are keeping me safe, which I am extremely thankful for.

The person who kidnapped me was truly awful, he hurt me, physically, mentally, and sexually. It was horrible. He had me tied to a chair for three years straight, only untying me when he needed pleasure.

Really, I am writing to ask if I’d be able to come home, please? I understand that I have been gone for so long, but that wasn’t especially my fault. I’m free now, and I miss you all. Please, may I come home?

Love from

Y/N.

Y/N put the pen down and glanced at Michael who was now smiling gently at her, he knew she wouldn’t want to disclose too much information in the letter, as it was easier to speak about it as so much happened, but Mike was alo sure that she wouldn’t want her family to know absolutely everything that happened to her, hell, he didn’t, he could only imagine how bad it must have been for her to be trapped and in fear for so long.

“What do you think?” Y/N asked, going to pick up the pen in fear she hadn’t written enough or hadn’t written well enough, Mike placed his hand on hers to stop her from any further editing.

“I think it’s perfect Y/N, I’ll get you an envelope and a stamp and then we can go out and post it.” Mike stood up and made his way to a small cupboard across the room from them. Y/N wrote the address of her parent’s home on the front before sliding in the piece of paper and sealing it shut. Mike pressed the stamp onto the top right corner.

“Would you like me to come with you?” Mike asked, watching her slide on her tattered trainers, Y/N nodded slowly, she was scared that Mike would find her ridiculous for needing help with another small task. Mike had realised that one, she didn’t know where the closest post box was, and two, she was probably afraid to go out alone after having been kidnapped and held hostage. Mike also didn’t want to risk losing her, he nor Peter would ever forgive him for that.

“I’ll get my shoes on then.” Mike smiled, reaching for his boots. Less than a minute later, Y/N and Michael had left the pad and were making their way down the street. Mike watched as Y/N took in all the new scenery, she was glancing around at the beach to one side of the street, the trees, and the busy road. It was all new to her, sure she hadn’t seen the sun and sky for a while, but three years ago she was in Chicago, this was a big change for her. “Here it is.” Mike pointed to a post box, breaking Y/N away from her thoughts. She started to push the envelope into the box but hesitated. Was she doing the right thing? Mike picked up on her ‘cold feet’ and glanced at her sympathetically, this was a really big thing, but he thought it was a good choice, although he did want to keep her for Pete’s sake.

“You can post it, I believe you can!” Mike encouraged her, she smiled at him and slid it through the post slit. “There! Well done!” Mike hugged her, he stepped back unsure as to whether or not he had overstepped there, he wasn’t sure if she was comfortable hugging anyone that wasn’t Peter yet. Y/N grinned at him.

“Thanks, Mike!” They headed back down the street, towards the Pad again, Y/N was still taking in the scenery of L.A. Once they arrived back at the pad, Micky was sitting at the dining table holding a bowl of cereal to his chest, he swivelled around when he heard the front door open.

“Oh thank God it’s you guys. I thought you’d given up on us and ran away, Mike. You weren’t there when I woke up and couldn’t find you anywhere. Then I couldn’t find Y/NN and I got scared that you decided to steal her and leave forever. Leaving Davy, Peter and I to fend for ourselves.” Micky jumped up dramatically, Mike sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Micky, you three would be dead within a few days if I weren’t here, I couldn’t abandon you all, even if I wanted to. I couldn’t let y’all die.” Mike said, Y/N held back a smile, Michael really was like a dad to the boys, she had been able to tell that from the stories Peter had told her while they’d been held hostage, and she could see how true that was from spending time with them. Michael was their brain and seemed to do anything to help his odd little family.

“Okay, fair point. Anyway, where were you two?” Micky raises an eyebrow, Davy and Peter appeared before either could answer the question.

“Who was where?” Peter said groggily, wiping the sleep out of his eyes.

“Michael and Y/N just came back, I’m in the middle of questioning them.” Micky responded, picking his bowl of cereal back up off the table.

“Okay, so, it’s a long story.” Mike started, unsure as to whether or not Y/N was ready to share with the other three, Peter especially, what she had done.

“We have time!” Davy piped up, taking a seat between Micky and Mr Schneider. Mike glanced at Y/N who gave him a little nod. She took a step closer to the table, a step closer to Peter.

“Just as a preface, I don’t want to upset any of you with this,” She glanced over at Peter, who was leaning closer to her as if he couldn’t wait to hear the story. “I decided this morning to send a letter to my family.” Peter’s face fell. “I’m not sure whether or not they’re in the same house that they were in when I disappeared, so there is a chance it will go undelivered, but I just wanted to let them know that I’m okay. I thought they’d like at least a bit of closure. I did ask if I can go home, I don’t know if they’d want me now, considering it’s been three years, they’ve changed, possibly moved on from any hope of my return, and you know, I’m not the same person that I was three years ago, being abused constantly for three years changes a person, I’m sure you guys understand that. But I just would like to know that they’re all okay, that they know I’m alive et cetera, and also, I’m aware that I’m taking up your space and don’t want to burden you guys with my being here. I really appreciate everything you’ve done to help me, but I feel bad being here, under your feet.” Y/N said, her voice began to wobble slightly towards the end of the sentence. Peter’s crestfallen expression morphed into a more sympathetic one and he pulled the girl into a tight hug.

“Hey, hey, listen to me okay? You’re not burdening us, you aren’t under our feet, okay? We’re happy that you’re here, if we didn’t want you here, would we have gone back for you? Think about it Y/N, we want you here. I’m happy that you’ve contacted your family, that’s great, I’m sure they’ll be happy to know that you’re okay, and if not, that’s just rude of them. I’d be happy to know that you were okay after all this time. But anyway, the point is, you aren’t bothering any of us, in fact, it’s nice having you around.” Peter stroked the back of her head in an attempt to comfort her as she began to sob into his chest. Mike looked at Peter with a proud look on his face, this was exactly how the other boys were when Peter was upset or felt the way Y/N was currently and Mike was pleased that Peter could take that and use it to comfort someone else, it made Mike’s heart swell like a proud father during his kid’s graduation or something like that.

“Thank you Pete, I’m sorry for crying on you.” Y/N whispered hoarsely, Peter chuckled and shook his head fondly at her. “But really, thank you, I appreciate it, and I’m glad that you don’t think I’m in your way, and again, sorry for soaking you with my tears.”

“It’s okay, I’m still in my pyjamas so it doesn’t matter, I ought to get changed anyway.” Peter pulled back from the hug slightly so that he could see Y/N’s face, he thought that she looked gorgeous still, even whilst she had puffy eyes from crying and tear tracks staining her cheeks, he thought she was perfect. “Hey, how’s about I get changed and then we could all go for a walk to the beach? I saw you looking at it last night and I think it’d be nice to have some time down there.” Peter smiled at her, she looked up at him and nodded.

“That sounds good! I’m just going to go and wash my face, if that’s okay?” Y/N looked between all the boys, wanting to make sure that she wasn’t taking the bathroom away from them, the four boys gave her a nod of approval and so she pulled away from the bassist and made her way over to the bathroom. As soon as she shut the door, Mike turned to Peter.

“I’m proud of you shotgun, you handled that extremely well, and you calmed her down well.” Mike patted Peter’s arm before going to grab a glass of water, Peter smiled, a big smile. He was happy that Mike was proud of him for a change and that he had managed to do something without messing it up accidentally. Micky and Davy mumbled in agreement and then Peter went to get dressed.

Less than ten minutes later, the five had all met up at the front door of the Pad and were making their way down to the beach, Peter watched as Y/N looked around the beach in absolute awe, Peter just thought that she looked adorable. She took off her shoes and began to tread through the sand slowly, making her way towards the sea. The four Monkees stood and watched her as she hesitantly put her toes in the water and then quickly retracted them from the sea before dropping her shoes and wading in as far as her knees, the boys quickly made their way over to her, Mike picked her shoes up and moved them further away from the water, he didn’t want them getting swept out. The whole time, Peter had a loving look on his face which Micky and Davy silently mocked behind his back, earning a glare from Mike.

Peter soon joined Y/N in the water, they began splashing around, throwing water at each other and trying to push each other over.

“They know that she has no spare clothes, right?” Davy asked, watching as Peter tripped her up and Y/N tumbled, landing on her bum in the sea.

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m sure Peter will have a t-shirt for her to borrow while her clothes dry.” Micky winked, Mike held back a laugh. Micky was dead set on trying to get the pair together and of course, he had taken this into account, of course, he had thought of every single way the two could get closer to one another.

“We really should look at getting her some more clothes. She can’t keep wearing the same ones. I mean, I have some old T-shirts that we could try and sew to fit her? I also have a few dresses from the time we tried that audition that wanted a mixed group and I had to be a girl. I’m sure those could fit, and if not, we again could try and sew.” Davy suggested.

“That’s a good idea, thank you Davy.” Mike nodded, Micky frowned.

“Hey! What about my idea? My idea was equally as good, right? Right? Someone give me some validation on this otherwise I might die!” Micky squealed, Mike and Davy both remained silent and Micky dropped to the floor. “I’m dead! I’m dead! How does it feel knowing your silence killed someone, huh?” Micky glared up at the two boys who were now shaking their heads at him.

“Y’know, for a dead person, you’re talking quite a bit. C’mon Davy, let’s leave the body and go join Pete and Y/N.” The pair walked over to the edge of the sea and took their shoes off and paddled out towards the two who were still pushing each other over.

“Hey! Wait for me! Don’t leave me Mike!” Micky ran over from where he had been left laying in the sand.

“I liked him more when he was dead.” Mike mumbled, making Davy laugh. At that moment, Y/N had snuck up behind Micky and pushed him over into the sea. Micky bobbed back up, overdramatically pretending to gasp for air.

“How dare you! Get back here you little shit!” Micky got up and began to chase Y/N who squealed and went and hid behind Peter who laughed and wrapped his arms around her protectively.

“You’ll never get her!” Peter yelled happily, picking her up and running off with her as fast as he could against the tide. Micky chased after them, the three all giggling like maniacs.

“They’re such children.” Mike laughed, watching the scene unfold in front of him, they looked like absolute idiots.

After a few hours of running around, Micky, Y/N and Peter had worn themselves out and so they slowly walked back to the Pad, shoes in hand as their feet were still sandy, Mike made them wipe their feet at the door though, he wouldn’t let any of them anywhere near his carpet with sand on their feet.

“Guys, you know how I said that I couldn’t remember how I got kidnapped?” Y/N said, she was sitting on the sofa, head resting against Peter’s shoulder as they all recovered from their time on the beach. The boys nodded, Peter gave her a curious look. “I think I remembered. I’m not a hundred percent certain, so, please don’t take my word as the full story, but I think I know now.” Y/N said, Peter took her right hand in his left and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“If you’re comfortable sharing, please, go ahead. We’re willing to listen.” Peter smiled down at her, she nodded, glancing around to see if any of the other boys felt the same, they all gave her small nods, she tightened her grip on Peter’s hand and then began to speak again.

“One day, I decided to go out for a walk, not far, as I never went far alone, I didn’t like it, the streets are too busy. Anyway, I decided to go into the local library, as I hadn’t been in for a while. It was quiet in there, not a lot of people go in on a Tuesday morning, I assume it was a Tuesday as that was the day I usually had free roam without needing to be at home for anything. I remember that I went over to the classics section as I was hoping they’d have some more Dickens or something like that. I also remember a tall man whose face was covered by a book, but I didn’t take much notice of him. The last thing I can remember was crouching down to pick up a book from the bottom shelf and then a pain in my head. The next thing I know, I was tied up on a chair in a dark room. I don’t remember anything else which sucks. I wish I knew how he managed to move me from Chicago to L.A, I’m kinda intrigued.” Y/N said quietly. “I know that wasn’t a lot of useful information, you were probably all expecting some big exciting story, but that’s all I can remember I’m afraid. Sorry to disappoint.” She looked down embarrassed, she felt as if she had let them all down.

“Y/N, hey. It’s great that you’ve been able to remember even that much, we’re all proud of you for that, considering you couldn’t remember anything beforehand. And no, we weren’t expecting some big fantasy sequence, Lord Reynolds took Peter while he was out shopping, so we weren’t expecting anything ridiculous.” Davy gave her a smile of encouragement, Peter squeezed her hand again.

“Exactly! We’re proud of you Y/N. That was a big step!” Micky grinned from the other sofa, Mike nodded in agreement. Peter moved slightly closer to Y/N.

“We really are proud. Thank you for trusting us and telling us.” Peter pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Y/N blushed and looked at her knees again, both of them missed the looks that Davy and Micky gave each other as they saw Y/N’s reaction to Peter’s affection.

“Oh my gosh!” Peter jolted forward suddenly, catching everyone off guard, Y/N practically jumped off of the sofa in fear. “I just realised, Y/N has never listened to Pet Sounds!” Peter ran over to the cupboard which housed the small record collection that the boys owned and pulled out Pet Sounds by The Beach Boys. He slid it onto the record player gently and started it up. ‘Wouldn’t It Be Nice’ echoed throughout the room. Peter tried to dance his way back over to the sofa, but tripped and flew over the back of the sofa, landing near enough on Y/N’s knee instead. ‘God Only Knows’ played next. Davy and Micky sniggered as they realised the first two songs could literally be Peter and Y/N if they stopped being clueless to each other’s feelings.

At the end of the album, Peter turned to face Y/N excitedly. “What did you think of it?” Peter and Y/N discussed the album between them for ages before Micky stepped in.

“How about we play a gig here? Specially for Y/N?” The boys all agreed and went to the bandstand and grabbed their instruments, Micky scribbled something down onto a piece of paper and handed it to the boys.

Micky’s setlist to woo Y/N Saturday’s Child (Peter said he sang this for Y/N when they first met) You just may be the one Papa Gene’s Blues Sweet Young Thing The kind of girl I could love When Love Comes Knockin’ Your Auntie Grizelda (Wink Wink PEter) (I’m not your) Steppin’ Stone (Pete, DO YOUR DANCING WITH YOUR BASS, SHE’LL DIG THAT) I’m a Believer I can’t get her off my mind Words

P.s, Peter, be cute, be charming, woo your girl.

Peter turned around and glared at Micky who was grinning goofily from his drum set.

They started ‘Saturday’s Child’ and Y/N’s face lit up evidentially recognising the song, she grinned and tapped her foot in time to the music, Micky noticed that she was staring at Peter the whole time. Even though Peter only sang lead on one song, she watched him closely when he was singing back up, especially during ‘Words’, she smiled when he thrust against his bass in time to ‘(I’m not Your) Steppin’ Stone)’. No matter what he did, Y/N watched him, which is exactly what Micky wanted. He knew music was the best way for Peter to flirt, even if Peter had no idea that his hip thrusting and facial expressions made him extremely attractive.

When they were done, they all jokingly took a bow, Y/N clapped as loud as she could.

“That was great! And Peter, Saturday’s Child! That was the one you sang when you were telling me about your band when we first met! That was amazing! You guys are brilliant! Peter, you’re such a great bassist! Why didn’t you tell me?” Y/N jumped up and hugged a now-blushing Peter once he had placed his bass back on the stand.

“I’m not that great!” Peter mumbled into her hair.

“You’re my favourite bassist. I absolutely loved it, Peter!” She grinned, letting go of him and turning to the others. “You were all amazing too! Sorry, I realised that I kinda only focussed on Peter! But I really liked ‘Papa Gene’s Blues’, that one was great! You’re all so good!” She hadn’t noticed how red Peter’s face was as she faced away from him, being called someone’s favourite bassist, in general, was a great compliment, but her favourite bassist? Peter wanted to combust from happiness.

“Thank you, Y/N. Hey, Peter mentioned that you were in a band in high school the other night?” Micky raised an eyebrow, he knew that if he could get Y/N to sing, he’d cause Peter to go an even brighter shade of red as he’d be even more in love with Y/N.

“Oh, yeah. I played lead guitar and lead vocals. We were a cover band though, and never wrote any of our own stuff. I don’t think I’ve played the guitar since ‘sixty-three though.” Y/N said.

“How about I play a few songs and you sing them?” Mike had caught onto Micky’s little scheme and leapt up to grab his guitar once more. “What do you know?”

“Um, I mainly used to cover Buddy Holly, Bobby Darin, some Beatles, from Please Please Me and With The Beatles, and Roy Orbison.” Y/N mumbled, she was embarrassed that she had to sing in front of Peter again, this time with an audience.

“Write me a small list, five songs minimum. I’ll play them for you.” Mike grinned at her and handed her a blank piece of paper.

In Dreams - Roy Orbison

Dream Lover - Bobby Darin

Every Day - Buddy Holly

All My Loving - The Beatles

I Walk the Line - Johnny Cash

Little Town Flirt - Del Shannon P.s tell Micky to sleep with an eye open, or else. I know exactly what he’s doing. Thank you, Mike.

Mike laughed, and shook his head at Y/N before he started to play ‘In Dreams’.

After Y/N had finished singing, Peter grinned from ear to ear. He had fallen for her even more now he'd heard more, Mike handed her his guitar.

“Try something, see if you remember how to play anything.” Mike offered, she took it and strummed aimlessly for a few moments before starting to play ‘Peggy Sue’ by Buddy Holly, Peter watched her in awe, she was amazing.

Once she had finished, all four boys applauded her, she turned red and handed Mike his guitar back. “Thanks, Mike.” She grinned.

“You were great!” Peter smiled at the still-red Y/N. Davy, Mike and Micky couldn’t decide who was redder, they were equally as red as each other, which was hilarious to them three. They then decided to clear out and give the blushing pair some space.

“You were brilliant Y/N, you really were.” Peter pulled her into him again, hugging her tightly, his arms wrapped around her lower back, she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest.

“Thank you, Peter, so were you.”

After a few minutes of them hugging in silence, the boys came back in with a few dresses in hand and a sewing kit that Mike kept for emergencies.

“Hey Y/N, we have some dresses for you, they were Davy’s, I don’t know if Peter told you the story where Davy had to dress as a girl for an audition?” Micky asked, she nodded in response. “Ah, brilliant, less talking for me then. Anyway, we’ve got them back out for you, we have a sewing kit for any amendments that may need doing. Mike can sew a bit, but I hope you can help him because I wouldn’t trust him anywhere near me with a needle. Ow! Mike!” Micky yelped as Michael elbowed him in the ribs.

“Thank you! That’s really kind of you Miss Jones.” Y/N said playfully, Davy jokingly rolled his eyes before handing her over a colourful striped dress which was the only one he wore, he had hated the others, he could barely tolerate that one but he had to do it.

“Money, money, anything for money” as Micky had put it at the time.

They spent the rest of the afternoon putting Y/N in dresses and pinning them in places where they needed some alteration so they could fix it. She and Mike spent hours trying to sew them properly and by the early evening, all five of them were flat out on the sofas (except for Davy who had been sitting on the floor all afternoon).

A/N: In the Google Doc I wrote this on, I had the setlists in fonts that I felt represented the handwriting of Micky and Y/N well, but it wouldn't copy and past into Tumblr, Wattpad or A03, I'm heartbroken bc I spent a long time choosing them :(

#peter tork #davy jones #michael nesmith #micky dolenz #the monkees

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avexhq · 1 year

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STRAWBERRIES & CHOCOLATE

(+ hc Chifuyu from the UK, Baji from Mexico, Kazutora from Spain, Hanma from France and Madarame Shion being Masaway's biological son)

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“ - Hurry up, you'll be late !

- Yes yes I do my best… ”

The golden-haired teenager rushed into the kitchen where his mother was sitting while wobbling and trying to put his uniform blazer over his shoulder.

“ - Mom ! I don't have enough money to buy my breakfast for today !

- Look in my wallet but kiss me before you go, brat.

- You are the coolest ! See you after school ! ”

In a hurry due to his big lateness, he ran directly after kissing her cheek towards the bag where the wallet was kept which had been mentioned earlier and took the lowest bill, being careful about the money of his mother.

Almost stumbling on his cat in front of the entrance door, he took advantage of this incident to cuddle him before going out in a rush to join his best friend who was already waiting for him for ten minutes at the downstairs of the building.

“ - Chifuyu ! We'll be late again because of you, and I'm sure we'll go to the bakery first, right ?

- Of course, but this time I even have enough to buy you candies ! So don't be grumpy. ”

His friend's expression brightened up and Chifuyu felt like he was dealing with an overexcited kid, as they were approaching high school years.

“ - Watch Takemichi ! Here we are. ”

The two young boys greeted the old lady at the counter who knew them well now.

“ - I will take a chocolate croissant today ! I will also want a sweets mix and as usual add the chocolate covered strawberries ! ”

Directly after stating his order, the old lady prepares it and asks him to pay as usual.

“ - Aren't you afraid that he'll understand that it's you ?

- No, shut up, you know that's impossible.

- Or that he doesn't even see the strawberries in his locker, how stupid he is !

- You're the stupid one ! ”

Takemichi was completely bisexual, he had a girlfriend, who was completely bisexual too.

She had a big crush on a girl at school, and he had a big crush on her brother.

But Chifuyu didn't care about his friend's affairs, he was too busy with his own.

When they arrive at the school, they are clearly too late.

Then, surprise : they see Baji Keisuke AKA Chifuyu's crush with Hanemiya Kazutora, his best friend.

These two were laughing like idiots in front of their lockers and suddenly, a silence when Baji opened his.

“ - ¿ No hay sorpresas hoy ? (No surprises today ?)

- Cállate, estoy seguro de que vendrá más tarde hoy (Shut up, I'm sure that will come later today)

- ¡ Oh, mira, hay dos niños atrás, parece que se equivocaron y tuvieron que ir a la escuela primaria jajaja ! (Oh, look, there's two kids in the back, they seem to have made a mistake and had to go to elementary school hahaha !)

- JAJAJA BASTARDO (HAHAHA BASTARD) ”

They stare at them for a long time and leave.

Chifuyu didn't even understand what they were saying but knew it was probably not good.

He was embarrassed and started to blush a lot.

“ - Your boyfriend is a real asshole !

- HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND ! ”

The two young guys are now heading to Italian class, and luckily for them, the teacher is lovely and lets them attend the class even with their huge lateness.

“ - You can write him a note in Spanish !

- Okay, that's all well and good, but do you know anyone who can help me write in Spanish ? Seriously, this idiot… ”

At the same time, the door opened on Mrs. Baji, a teacher.

“ - I'm sorry Masaway, but Keisuke forgot his lessons, he's so stupid I can't stand that kid.

- Ah, don't worry haha, Shion used to do the same to me, luckily Draken is not like that. ”

While everyone was laughing at the adults' stories, Takemichi stared at his friend, as if to say something.

“ - No, not even in a dream.

- She's the only one who could help you with those notes.

- I hate you. You and Baji. ”

×××××××××

After lunch time, which they spent laughing on the roof, the two little blondes headed to Mrs. Baji's sports class.

Everyone thought she was beautiful, like her son, they had the same personality, they were always pissed off in fact.

She is super nice and super strict at the same time.

In fact she expected her students to do some crazy stuff at seven in the morning.

At the end of the class, full of sweat, they go to talk with her discreetly.

“ - Excuse me, I need help with something in Spanish…

- Oh, you're hitting on me early, little boy !

- NO, NO, NO IT'S NOT ABOUT YOU MISS !

- Actually, he's tutoring and he needs help…

- Kids your age lie well now… Anyway, sit down and take a paper.

- Uh, on the grass like this ? Okay… ”

Chifuyu has never enjoyed learning the basics of another language more than Japanese and English, which are his native languages.

He now had his own little note, all decorated, all cute, which he had carefully prepared with Mrs. Baji, who is surprisingly sweet when she teaches something other than sports.

“ - I hope you get the meat you little rascal !

- Uh… ”

When they walk away and take their things back to the break area, Takemichi hits Chifuyu's shoulder quite hard.

“ - If she only knew…

- Shut up ! ”

The golden blonde was just as red as a tomato, and the flashy blonde was laughing at him.

“ - We should probably go put the strawberries and note in his locker anyway, right ?

- Yes ! We should benefit from it while he has class. ”

Chifuyu was running as if his life depended on it, while Takemichi was struggling to catch up with him.

“ - You're going to damage everything !

- But is it your crush or mine you moron ?! ”

×××××××××

“ - Deberíamos revisar tu casillero antes de ir a la biblioteca a revisar tus clases de literatura. (We should check your locker before we go to the library to review your literature classes.)

- Sip. (Yep.) ”

What they do directly.

“ - ¡ Hay una cosa más que los dulces ! (There's one more thing than sweets !)

- ¡ Sí, cálmate, espera ! (Yeah, calm down, wait !) ”

The long-haired man first takes the strawberries in his mouth before taking the note, priority to the food as he says well.

“ - ¡ Así que ! ¿ Qué dice ? (So ! What does it say ?)

- Está escrito en español. «Espero que te gusten mis dulces, xoxo» (It's written in Spanish. «I hope you like my sweets, xoxo»)

- AHH, ¡ SUPER HOMOSEXUAL ! (AHH, SUPER HOMOSEXUAL !)

- Tal vez sea una chica… Entonces no tienes que decir nada, eres como el menos hetero. (Maybe it's a girl… Then you have nothing to say, you're like, the least straight.)

- Te romperé el cuello. ¿ Y las fresas de chocolate con la notita con pegatinas de gatos ? Tan gay. (I'll break your neck. And the chocolate strawberries with the little note with the cat stickers ? Pretty damn gay.)

- Además, las pegatinas me resultan familiares… (Besides, the stickers look familiar…) ”

They start walking between all the lockers, Baji scanning them one by one, then stops in front of one, quite different from the others as it's filled with cat stickers, similar to the ones on the note.

“ - ¡ Llama a Shuji ! (Call Shuji !)

- Eres molesto, soy demasiado perezoso. (You're annoying, I'm too lazy.)

- ¡ LLÁMALO ! (CALL HIM !)

- Sí Jefe Cachondo… (Yes Horny Boss…) ”

The one with the haircut similar to bananas went to look for his probably boyfriend and came back rather quickly, since he runs every time he goes to look for him.

“ - What, enfoiré (bastard) ?

- Whose locker is that ? You know everyone, gilipollas (asshole).

- Yeah, Matsuno Chifuyu, in second year. ”

Hanma shows pictures to Kazutora on his phone using social media, and banana boy looks down on his shoulder like a Goal Couple.

“ - Ahhhh ! It's the idiot from this morning !

- Wait, the good looking one or the ugly one ?

- Don't be selfish, both are ugly ! That's the one with the beige sweater.

- Oh, the cute guy… Wait, stop kissing your boyfriend in front of me now, I'm going to puke.

- You're just jealous. ”

He gives a last hug as a sign of farewell to "Hanma Shuji" then returns to his friend.

“ - Well, go ! ”

×××××××××

“ - You always let me down when Hina is around, damn it !

- But, it's natural, we never see each other ! And you' re with your mangas so it's okay, right ?

- Fuck you ! ”

Now the manga fan was alone, on a table in the library.

He was super stressed, for no reason, but understood as he looked up.

Further away, Baji is standing.

And he approaches, letting go of Kazutora.

“ - Be discreet, be discreet… ”

The young man literally hides behind his mangas in a completely non-credible way.

Suddenly, he hears the chair in front of him move and raises the eyes to cross those of his prince charming.

“ - Can I settle in ?

- Uh, yes ! Sure ! ”

Chifuyu swore to himself that he'd take out a boxing ring on Takemichi as soon as he saw him again.

He didn't have to leave him alone, not now.

It was as if everything had been planned.

“ - I love chocolate strawberries, I didn't have them before, you know. And thanks for the effort of writing in Spanish, it's so cute ! ”

The dark-haired boy looked at him with a big smile as the blond hid even more, surely as red as earlier.

“ - Would you like to come home with me when I'm done studying ? We could get to know each other you know, you have a nice presence… ”

In Chifuyu's head it was similar to a party or a game on Among Us.

You could almost see smoke coming out of his ears and sweat running down his forehead.

“ - Of course ! ”

In the background, Kazutora could still be seen.

Baji stared at him and began to yell into the room so he could hear him.

“ - ¡ No te atrevas a decir nada ! (Don't you dare say anything !)

- ¡¡ NUESTRO KEISUKE YA NO VA A SER VIRGEN !! (OUR KEISUKE IS NOT GOING TO BE A VIRGIN ANYMORE !!!) ”

This put our blond in an even worse state, as red as… as red as strawberries.

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Hi everyone !

Thank you very much for reading, this is my first TR OS, I hope you enjoyed it !

Feel free to share and give me tips, but be kind and respectful, this is a safe place (:

I'm also sorry if my English is shaky, it's not my native language.

Same thing for Spanish.

I also take requests, I'm open to anything !

Bye-bye ♡

#baji x chifuyu #tokyo revengers chifuyu #takemichi hanagaki #tokyo rev #toman chifuyu #kazutora #baji keisuke #kazutora hanemiya #chifuyu matsuno #hanma shuji #shuji hanma #tr hanma #tokrev hanma #tokyo revengers #one shot #os #fluff

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fadingjellyfishcollective · 2 months

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I thought I had a normal childhood and that everyone forgot years of their life ,until I started telling people about it.

When I was four my dad was drinking with his friends, my sisters and mom were not there but the sun was still out, I told my dad I was thirsty he opened the fridge and the only thing in it was alcohol so he closed it and let me try his wine cooler. I lied and said I liked it everyone laughed at me.

My next memory was standing in front of our house with my mom. I told her that I can calm dad down but she wouldn't let me. She said she was gonna call Granny (Dad's mom) and left me outside. She came back out disappointed Granny was sending my uncle (dad's brother) over. When he got there they both went in the house, my mom came out alone, then a few minutes later my uncle came out with his eyebrow bleeding. We went to the neighbors house, the adults talked while our neighbor cleaned my uncle's wound, her daughter tried to keep me distracted but I kept going into her backyard and tried to look at my house. I didn't know why they wouldn't let me see my dad.

My next memory is at my grandma's house I was in her living room. Granny and my mom were in the kitchen whispering to each other than my granny loudly said he wouldn't do that.

In my next memory I was 6 my sisters and I lived with my grandpa (mom's dad), he yelled at us everyday, threatened to take us to jail, threw away our toys if we didn't pick them up and we were only allowed to play in the backyard unless it was the weekend and when he had his retirement party we had to stay hidden. We watched his coworkers kids swimming and eating, my sisters were hungry so we went to the kitchen to make a snack. A female coworker saw us and asked why we weren't at the party. My sister said we weren't allowed to. She told us to join them.

My next memory my grandpa was teaching me how to ride a bike, I got hurt and wanted to stop. He said if I did he was going to throw my bike away and I'd never learn. The neighbor let me use his driveway to turn around.

My next memory my mom let us go back to my dad's mom's house to visit. Granny was nice until she figured out I didn't know how to tie my shoes, she told me Santa Claus, the Tooth fairy and Easter Bunny aren't real and your mom never wanted to have you.

My cousin decided to go through a box in her room, she caught us and told us what the news article that was in the box was about. She said the girl was kidnapped, raped, had her breast cut off and was left for dead by her school janitor. Strangers still scare me, I was six how could she tell me that?

My only other childhood memories are my mom having me take the "skin" off my four piece happy meal because it was unhealthy, watching my uncle (dad's brother) get arrested multiple times, I watched him kick the window out of a cop car once and trying to help my cousin his son get through it, when he was a toddler he'd lay on the floor with his dad's picture and cry.

When I was ten we moved back in with our mom, she stayed in her room or was gone. When she was around we had to do what she wanted and pretended to be a family when people came over.

When Mom was around without other people she never tried to stop my older sister from trying to drown me or stab me, my sister was mad mom paid attention to me without me having to throw a fit like a toddler like she had to do.

By the time I was 15 I had an eating disorder my mom always commented on my weight and put me on diets. I weighed 135lbs and she told me I was overweight in a building full of strangers, I went to eating one meal a day to lose weight to make her happy, I went from a size 14 to size 0.

My sister's and I spent summer breaks with our dad, his new wife and their daughter. It was the only time we got to see him. He was always busy so it was mostly us taking care of his alcoholic wife she drank from when she woke up until she passed out and their daughter. When she learned to talk she asked to to help her mom because she's sick and fell asleep outside, dad refused to help her.

Now that I'm typing it all out I get what they mean when they say I had a bad childhood I thought that was normal.

#bad childhood #wtf #why am i like this

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resonating-kitty · 3 years

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Has this been done or......?

#all jokes of course #i thought of this an spent like ten minutes standing in my kitchen laughing #technoblade #technoblr #bladeblr #hybrid smp #osmp #mcorigins #memes just memes

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scarlettriot · 3 years

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Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

Word Count Starting Below: 2,461

You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"

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