#mmm you know what happened to y/n recently it’s crazy

[cocochannel00]

“Papi’s Grumpy”

Inspired by the supposed picture of Harry and Niall on a walk... Dad!Harry takes his son for a walk and the lack of ice cream sharing makes Harry sad 

(Spanish/Latina Reader for all my bilingual ladies out there- I put the english too so don’t worry)

Your POV:

“Mi amor (my love) can you grab Lucas’ hat from the dresser? It’s chilly outside” you shouted from the kitchen as the sound of little feet shuffled above you. Harry was determined to take your son for a hike despite Lucas’ less then enthusiastic thoughts on having to leave his new toy dinosaur grandma Anne had bought him last weekend.

“Working on it love” Harry shouted as you heard a shriek followed by the noise of Harry’s feet stomping as he chased after your little rascal.

You shook your head at the antics of your two boys. If this baby was anything like your last, you knew you were in for a handful. 

“Gotch ya” you heard your husband shout as your little boy burst out in fits of giggles. 

The voices got closer as you continued to cut up the cucumbers into rings for Lucas to bring as a snack for their trip. Much like his father, your little boy was an absolute nightmare to be around when he was hungry.

“Mama mama no quiero no querio (don’t want to, don’t want to)” Lucas cried as Harry walked into the kitchen, placing the little boy down so he could run to your side. 

You looked at the little boy who was hiding his face in your dress before looking up at your husband who was rolling his eyes at your son’s antics. Steadying yourself against the kitchen counter, you bent down with a groan before picking up your son and placing him on your hip. 

“Careful Love, doctor said not to pick up weight cause of the baby” Harry stated before you gave him a death stare and placed Lucas on the countertop in front of you. 

“Que no quieres hacer, mi amor (What don’t you want to do, my love)” you asked as you ran your hands through his soft hair. 

“No walking Mama. Is bording” Lucas mumbled, mispronouncing boring as he rubbed his eyes.

“But Papi’s taking you, and Uncle Niall is going too! You guys are going to have so much fun” 

“Uncle Niall?”

“Yeah Uncle Niall is going, and if you’re good they might even take you out for ice cream”

“Ice cream Ice cream Papi” Lucas shouted as he kicked his feet against the counter. 

“But the ice cream is only if you’re good, bub. Now come on, lets go get your shoes on before Uncle Niall gets here” Harry said before grabbing Lucas off the counter and walking to your foyer. 

You placed the bag of cucumbers along with a small water bottle into one of Harry’s various fanny packs just as a honk rang outside. You carefully waddled towards the front door, hoping none of Lucas’ toys would be in your path as you hadn’t been able to see your feet since month 6 of your pregnancy. The commotion of voices and giggles started as you finally made it to your front door, slightly more out of breath then you would care to admit. 

“If it isn’t my favorite pregnant mama. Excited for a little alone time while we’re gone?” Niall shouted as he came up to give you a hug before rubbing his hand on your protruding stomach and handing you a box of your favorite chocolates. 

“Mmm I knew you were always my favorite member of the band. Can’t wait to nap on the couch all afternoon” you chuckled in reply as Harry grunted from the ground where he was finishing tying your son’s shoes. 

“Well we better get a move on if we want to make it back before dark. Can you pass me the fanny pack please, Love” Harry asked as he carefully placed the winter hat on top of Lucas head.

“There’s some snacks for the 3 of you and Lucas’ sippy cup. Try and tire him out a bit but not to much, you know how cranky he gets when he’s over exhausted. Don’t forget the bug spray and the sunscreen that’s in the front- “ you began before getting cut off.

“I know Baby, don’t worry. We’ve got everything taken care of, you just put your feet up and get some rest and I will see both of you later” Harry replied as he gave you a chaste kiss on the lips before crouching down to kiss your stomach.

“Ok ok get on with it then. Adiós mi principito, portate bien para Papi, ok? (Goodbye my little prince, be good for daddy, ok?)” You stated as you placed a kiss on Lucas’ hat covered head before zipping his jacket up properly.

“Ok Mama. Wuv you” Lucas replied as he waved and made his way to the garage, the two adult men following closely behind. 

You waved them off before making your way to the couch to get a bit more comfortable. 

“Alright baby, need you to chill out in there for me so I can get some sleep. Know it’s a bit squished in there but you gotta work with it just a bit longer” you mumbled to the baby having a boxing match with your ribcage today. 

“Ok ok I get it, I get. We’ll put Papi on so you calm down” you stated as you shuffle through Harry’s songs before picking “Golden”, making your baby calm down almost instantly. 

You sighed, grateful for the sudden calm before snuggling deeper into the couch and falling asleep.

Harry (3rd Person POV?):

“Papi are we there yet?” Lucas shouted from the back of the car as Harry made a right turn onto a dirt road. 

“Yeah bud, were almost there. Just need to park and we can start exploring” he replied as he pulled into an open parking spot towards the back of the lot. 

Niall jumped out of the car and went to take Lucas out as Harry began to grab the supplies for the hike. 

“Alright buddy do you want to hold Niall’s hand or mine while we walk around” he asked Lucas as he jumped around in a puddle nearby.

“Uncle Niall Uncle Niall” Lucas screamed before latching onto Niall’s hand and dragging him towards the trail.

“Guess I’m the favorite today, huh?” Niall said with a smirk as Harry rolled my eyes at him.

“Give him another 20 minutes and he’ll be whining that he’s tired” Harry mumbled as they made their way into the woods.

The three of them walked through the trail with Lucas grabbing sticks and rocks before Harry could grab them from his hand and put them back on the ground. They continued up the trail for another 10 minutes before they made it to an open field full of flowers. Lucas tried to squirm out of Niall’s grasp as soon as he saw a patch of bright purple tulips. 

“flower mama” Lucas whined as he looked up at Harry with puppy eyes, begging to be let go so he could go grab them.

“You can go grab some flowers, but don’t go to far, ok?” he told Lucas as he nodded his head quickly and ran towards the tulips.

“Is he always this... excited?” Niall asked as they watch Lucas run around grabbing all the flowers he could in his tiny pudgy hands. 

“Yeah. Apparently I was just as anxious as a kid but it’s definitely a lot sometimes.” Harry said.

“How is (Y/n) holding up being pregnant and with you two at home? No wonder she wanted the two of you out of the house” Niall laughed as he sat down in the grass.

“She’s doing good. This baby has got her more tired then with Lucas and she’s been having a lot more cravings but otherwise everything has been going well.”

“Can’t believe you’re going to be a dad again in a couple of months, it’s crazy” Niall replied 

“Yeah, I’m almost more nervous with this one. She’s gonna be my princess and I need to protect her from everything, paparazzi, boyfriends, everyone. Can’t have anything happen to her” he mumbled as kept an eye on Lucas from their spot in the grass.

“Have the paparazzi been bad with Lucas?” 

“Not as bad as we thought but with the pregnancy they’ve been bloody pests. (Y/n) can’t even go to Tesco without a camera getting shoved in her face. I’ve had to bring on Gary to escort her when she’s in public because I’m to worried she’s going to get hurt by someone” Harry replied back.

“I’m sure she didn’t like that”  Niall said.

“Fought me on it for nearly a week before I basically told her that if she didn’t take Gary with her then I wasn’t going to be leave her side the entire pregnancy and I think having me around all the time scared her more” he replied with a laugh as Lucas came running towards them with to handfuls of flowers.

“Papi flores (flowers)” Lucas shouted as he crashed straight into Harry’s chest, knocking him down into the grass. 

“They’re very nice flowers Lu, are they for mama?” he asked as his son nodded his head eagerly showing him the slightly wilted tulips in his hand.

“Oi did you get me any flowers?” Niall asked as he grabbed Lucas from behind and began to tickle the little boy.

“Stop stop!” Lucas shouted, “flower flower” he continued as he held his arm up to Niall with a flower. 

“Ok, I guess I’ll give ya a break since you gave me such a nice flower” Niall replied as he placed the flower in his hair. 

“Papi you” Lucas shouted as he handed Harry one of the many flowers he had picked.

“Thank you, bub.” he said as he kissed Lucas’ cheek.

“No papi! no you, mama” he said as he handed him a fistful of flowers.

“I don’t get a flower?” Harry asked with a pout as Lucas shook his head with a giggle before releasing a loud yawn. 

“You getting tired on us already, mate?” Niall asked as the little boy rubbed his eyes and shook his head. 

Harry groaned softly as he got up off of the ground, wiping off the grass from his pants before looking down at Lucas.

“Caminamos (We walk)?” he asked Lucas as the little boy shook his head and stretched his arms out to his father with a whine.

“Alright bud let’s get you back home to take a nap then” Harry said as he picked Lucas up in his arms, tucking Lucas’ head into the crook of his shoulder.

“Guess you were right about the walk” Niall snickered as he carefully grabbed the flowers from Lucas’ hands so they wouldn’t get crushed. 

The three of them slowly made their way back through the trail.  Niall and Harry made light chatter about their recent music endeavors while Lucas dozed off to sleep. They were nearly to the end of the trail when Harry began to hear a soft music play from the parking lot. 

“What’s that noise?” he asked as he shifted Lucas in his arms.

“Think it might be the ice cream truck.” Niall whispered as the catchy song began to get louder.

“Dear god, please no” Harry mumbled as Lucas lifted his head at the sound of his favorite dessert being mentioned.

“Ice ream?” Lucas questioned as he looked around for the sweet treat while Harry gave Niall a death stare.

Lucas squealed as he saw the truck just a mere four spots away from their car, making it virtually impossible for them to avoid a tantrum without stopping. 

“Papi truck” Lucas shouted as he pointed at the large ice cream cone on top of the truck. 

“Yes I see the ice cream truck” Harry mumbled back as Niall let out a laugh.

“Alright you little lad, why don’t you come with you Uncle Niall and we’ll get ice cream. What flavor do you want?” Niall asked as he opened his arms to Lucas.

“Nilla” he said mispronouncing Vanilla as he tried to wiggle out of Harry’s arms and into Niall’s.

“Only one scoop though Niall” Harry stated as he placed Lucas in his arms and watched the two boys go off to the truck. 

Harry decided that it would be best to prep the car for the mess Lucas was about to make, so he head back to car. After unlocking it, he hastily searched for the box of wipes (Y/n) always had in the trunk for emergencies. Harry placed the wipes in the car door next to Lucas’ car seat and scrolled through his emails as he waited for the two of them to return. 

“Papi papi look” Lucas shouted as he ran towards Harry with a giant cup of ice cream in his hand. The cup had to have been at least two or three scoops and covered in sprinkles. 

“I thought I said one scoop?”

Lucas giggled as he quickly ran to hid behind Niall legs.

“Just a little ice cream H, don’t worry” Niall replied as he ate a spoonful of his chocolate ice cream. 

“Can I at least have a bit?” Harry asked Lucas as he crouched down in front of his small frame.

He shook his head quickly and hid his ice cream more, nearly spilling it all over Niall’s pants.

“Why not, bud?”

“Germs papi” Lucas stated as he shoved a spoonful of sprinkles in his mouth

“D-did he just say germs?” Niall asked as he tried to contain his laughter, but failed miserably.

“Yes” Harry sighed, “(Y/n) has been teaching him about hand washing and how we don’t want to share germs and I guess the little rascal figured out how to use it to his advantage”

“That’s absolutely rich. Come on Lucas lets get in the car before daddy tries to get his germs all over ours” Niall shouted as he grabbed Lucas’ hand and ran towards the open car door behind Harry. 

“I really can’t win with you two today” Harry mumbled as he made his way to the driver seat just as Niall finished buckling Lucas in. 

“Alright boys are we ready to head home?” Harry asked as he started the car and began to pull out of the parking lot.

“Si casa casa (Yes, home, home)” Lucas cheered from his car seat, his face already covered in sprinkles again. 

“He’s going to be on such a sugar high when we get home... the misses is going to kill me” he mumbled as they continued on our drive home.

The drive back was mostly silent, the only sound being heard was the soft rock music playing in the background and the slurping noises coming from the two passengers. 

“We’re about to be home so the two of you better finish your ice creams before mama sees them” Harry said as he pulled up to the gate of his house, waiting for it to open.

“You know, might just have you take the brute of the fall for this one mate. I’ve been in (Y/n)’s good graces this long and I’d like to keep it that way” Niall replied as he pulled out his own car keys, ready to make his escape.

“You Irish coward” Harry chuckled as he parked the car in the driveway and got out.

“Listen I might not know what she’s saying when she yells at me in Spanish but the tone in her voice tells me there not nice things and I want to end the day good” Niall stated as he grabbed Lucas out of his carseat and began swinging him around in the air.

“Careful, boy’s got a stomach like is dad. He’ll puke all over you” Harry replied as he grabbed the empty ice cream cups and put them in the trash can outside.

“Well we can’t have that” Niall mumbled as he placed Lucas on the ground and crouched down to his height “Will you say hi to your mama for me? Maybe we can do this again” 

“Yes yes” Lucas squealed as he gave Niall a big hug before running into the house.

“Still up for a round of golf next week” Niall asked as he made his way to his car.

“Yeah, send over sometimes and I’ll fit it into my schedule” Harry replied as the two men said their goodbyes.

Harry made his way into his house, trying to be as quiet as possible in case she was still sleeping but the minute he heard the giggles coming from the living room he knew she were awake.

He carefully pulled off his sneakers and placed his hat and Lucas’ in the laundry basket before making his way to her.

“Mama, papi’s grumpy” he heard his son say to his wife.

“And why do you think that mi amor (my love)?” she asked as Lucas as she brushed away some of the hair from his face.

“I no share ice ream mama” Lucas replied as he played with the now wilted flowers he had picked for his mother. 

“And why didn’t you share baby?” (Y/n) asked, puzzled by her son’s statement.

“Germs” Harry replied from behind his wife as he placed a kiss to her temple softly.

Lucas nodded his head quickly, “mama said no germs”

(Y/n) laughed at the serious expression her two, almost three-year-old son had on his face as he discussed germs.

“Good listening baby. Germs are bad but a little germs are ok so next time daddy asks for a bit of your helado (ice cream) do you think you can give him some?”

“Yes mama” Lucas replied as he wrapped his arms around (Y/n) in a hug. 

(Y/n) placed a gentle kiss to his forehead, “alright Lu, why don’t you go play with your toys for a couple of minutes before bath time that way we can get all the germs off you before bed”

“Not all mama” Lucas shouted as Harry laughed at the mess his wife had caused with his son’s new germ obsession.

“Ok we’ll leave some” she replied as Lucas ran off to the playroom next door to play with his toys.

Harry made his way around the couch and took a seat next to his wife before giving her a quick peck on the lip.

“How was your peace and quiet?” he asked as he ran his hand up and down (Y/n) very large stomach.

“It was good. Was pretty much asleep the whole time till Lucas came running in. How was your walk with Niall?” (Y/n) asked.

“Was nice until the ice cream situation. Niall let him get two big scoops so he’ll probably be on a sugar high all afternoon” 

“He didn’t even share them?” (Y/n) replied with a smirk as Harry groaned and hid his face in the crook of her neck.

“No because mama said germs were bad so we don’t share germs” Harry grumbled as (Y/n) laughed at his antics.

“I’m sorry, love. Maybe if you ask our other baby really nicely she might let you have some of her rocky road that was leftover from a couple of nights ago.” she replied as she rested her hand on top of Harry’s.

“I’m sure my baby girl won’t mind, right princess? You don’t care about germs yet” Harry stated as he leaned down to place a kiss to (Y/n)’s stomach as the baby began to kick more aggressively. 

“Hate to break it to you H but I’m taking these karate kicks as a no to ice cream sharing” (Y/n) mumbled as Harry glared at her. 

“I can’t win in this house anymore” he stated as he slumped back into the couch with a pout. 

(Y/n) laughed again before leaning over to leave a trail of kiss all over his face before connecting with his lips. Just as the two of them had found a good rhythm, they heard their son shout.

“I ready bath. no germs pwease” 

The two of them laughed as Harry carefully untangled himself from his wife, ready to wrangle his son into the bath. He might not have gotten ice cream but he definitely wouldn’t have traded today for the world.   

@TMZ_TV: Yesterday Harry Styles and his son were spotted out for a walk with former One Direction bandmate Niall Horan. Could a reunion be in the works? Click the link in our bio to find out everything we know.

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[moonlighttfoxx]

The girl with the golden eyes: Chapter Four

Summary: Y/N’s come to some realizations

 Warnings: jealous Steve, smut, dry humping, Bucky, Sam 

A/N: I’d appreciate some comments and tips! :) 

Steve couldn’t wait to spend some time at the gym. Boy, did he need that. Lately he needed it more than ever. He was extremely angry recently. And extremely horny. Not that he would ever admit it. Not even to himself. It certainly didn’t help that his best friend was a huge pain in the butt too. But some gym time would surely do him good. He could at least blow off some steam.

‘Hey, Cap, going to hit the gym?’ Sam’s voice interrupted his thoughts. Steve turned his head around to his left, where his friend was standing now.

‘Yeah, I am. And what are you up to?’

‘Same.’ Sam said shortly. Steve nodded and they fell into somewhat comfortable silence, walking side by side in the direction of the gym.

‘Hey guys! Wait up!’ Bucky’s voice echoed in the empty hallway. Steve rolled his eyes. As much as he adored his best friend, he needed just a little break from him. ‘I’m going to the gym as well’ he said once he caught up with them.

‘Sooo, game night tonight, huh?’ Sam started, obviously attempting to ease the tension that had suddenly filled in the air around them. ‘I wonder what the game will be this time’

‘Probably some Truth or Dare or something like that. I heard Nat talking.’ Bucky answered.

‘Truth or Dare?’ Steve asked.

‘Yeah, you pick one and they either ask you a question, usually an embarrassing one, that you need to answer truthfully or they give you some sort of task to do, again an embarrassing one or maybe a naughty one and you have to do it, you can’t refuse once you’ve agreed to play.’ Sam explained, knowing his friend being over a hundred years old probably had never played that game before. Well, of course it was Nat’s idea. She usually picked those type of games.

‘Oh, I wouldn’t mind a few naughty tasks’ said Bucky. Of course he wouldn’t. Especially if they involved Y/N.

‘We know’ Sam answered, opening the gym door. The three men entered.

‘Oh God’ Sam whispered. ‘Isn’t that a sight for sore eyes…’

Steve wasn’t sure what he was talking about, so he looked up and let his eyes travel around. It didn’t take long before he found the source of Sam’s admiration. Y/N. Of course. She had laid a purple yoga mat on the floor in the corner. She had changed the baggy shirt she was wearing earlier to black sports bra and tight yoga pants of the same color that hugged her hips and defined her ass perfectly. She was currently warming up, Steve assumed or maybe doing some yoga, based on the position she was in. And she was a sight for sore eyes indeed. She was on her hands and feet, stretching with her ass high up in their direction. As if she was trying to torture whoever walked in that gym, begging for attention. She must’ve been doing it on purpose. It was like it was her mission to make him fantasize and think of her. As if it was her mission to make him hard all the time whenever she was in the same room as him. And as if sexual frustration wasn’t enough, she had the same effect over other men as well, which was driving Steve crazy even more. For no apparent reason. Uh.

Now, seeing her in that position, what man in his right mind, wouldn’t just want to go behind her, slide down her pants, revealing that perfect ass and lose himself in the warmth of her depths, stretching her out. Now, wouldn’t that just be nice.

‘Mmm… it’s a sight, alright’ Steve heard Bucky whisper next to him. There it was again – the anger. But Steve was tired of feeling that so he decided to keep it under control this time and instead of thinking too much about it and her for that matter, to actually focus on his workout. So he ignored Bucky’s comment and went over the closest punching bag, not far from where Y/N was, starting his training, his punches slow at first.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Bucky moving in her direction, so that made him circle his punching bag a little, positioning himself, so he could subtly watch what was going to happen. For no apparent reason again.

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You were doing your yoga routine in the gym. Lord knows you needed it. You needed to get full control of your body and mind again. It was definitely an eventful morning, especially after your encounter with Steve. You discovered something about yourself you didn’t know existed: your attraction to Steve. You usually tried to be as far away from him as possible, because you knew he wasn’t very fond of you. And he was right not to be, he didn’t trust you. He had to protect his team, therefore trusting people came hard for him. And after everything you’ve been through, you fully understооd him. If you were him, you’d be the same way. That’s why you decided to give him space until he warms up to you and sees you were no threat whatsoever. You kept your distance, but this morning you were put face to face with him. Both literally and figuratively.

It was just then you noticed how handsome he was. He had the perfect and yet manly features. Everything in him screamed perfection – from his dirty blonde hair to the thin line of his lips. Absolute perfection. He was usually so composed all the time – his expression stern, hiding all the thoughts running in his head behind a pair of stormy eyes, his hair tidily put back, his beard, which was a new occurrence, always perfectly trimmed. But you could tell that this morning his guard was down. Probably because he was still sleepy, his hair was a mess and yet it was still perfect in every way and for the first time since you had joined the team, you could see that the storm in his eyes was quiet. No, there was something else instead, something deep, intense and powerful, something that made those perfect eyes even more blue than they were. You had no idea what it was, but you knew you wouldn’t mind a taste of it. As unwilling you were to admit it, this morning for the very first time you noticed Steve Rogers and that awakened a new craving for you that would haunt you for a very long time if not for the rest of your life, you were sure of it.

Deep in thoughts, you continued to stretch, hoping that the yoga exercises would help you get a grip of yourself and would chase away the memory of this morning. So far, it wasn’t working. But you kept stretching anyway. Child pose. Bridge. Four limbed staff. Downward dog.

Then suddenly, out of nowhere, you felt someone behind you. You were in the downward dog position, your ass as high up as you could possibly put it and there was someone behind you! You could feel them putting their hands on your thighs and sliding them up and down slowly. You looked down, still holding the position and you saw a pair of tracksuit covered legs.

‘Hey, doll… I love that position’ Bucky said from behind. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

‘Jesus, Buck’ you breathed. ‘Is there any reason why you’re standing there of all places? Is there any way I could help you?’

‘Why, yes, there is. Wiggle for me, doll. Wiggle that beautiful ass of yours’ he said, his hands still on your thighs, but he moved his whole body closer. So close his crotch was against your ass. So close you could feel him pressed against you. In normal circumstances this would be considered inappropriate of him. But that’s just how your friendship worked. You teased each other like that. Of course, he was much more open about it. And truth be told, it felt nice. It’s been awhile since you felt anything, but your fingers down there. So feeling him right then, was nice.

‘Oh yeah? Aren’t you excited to see me?’ you laughed, referring to his semi – hard cock, pressed against your ass, wiggling just a slight bit to tease him. He groaned. Yep. The nature of your friendship was definitely out of the box.

‘You’re such a good friend’ he praised. His hands moved up slowly, from your thighs to your ass, caressing it teasingly and then further up to your waist. He held on it firmly. ‘Now… let me help you with your workout. You can improve it a little bit’

You laughed again.

‘Since when do you know yoga?’ you asked.

‘Yoga is all about stretching. I know everything about stretching. I am pretty good at it too. Now, open your legs further.’

‘I’m still not sure about your yoga skills’ you teased not moving one bit.

You heard him growl a little. He moved his right leg in between yours, his knee pushing your legs further apart. Then you felt his grip around your waist tighten and he forcefully slammed your body against his, which earned him a surprised gasp from you. It was weird how his actions in combination with your burning limbs (from being in the same position for way too long) made you feel even more aroused. Jesus.

‘Still not sure?’ he asked, smirking.

‘No, no doubts anymore’ you laughed. ‘Just pure curiosity. What else can you stretch so good, Buck?’

Bucky was about to answer, when a loud ‘bang’ interrupted both his answer and your little game. He moved back, which allowed you to stand up again. Both of you looked around, looking for the source of the awful noise. What you saw in front of you made your eyes widen. Steve breathing heavily, all sweaty and a face burning red, looking at the punching bag in front of him on the floor, torn from its ceiling holder. What the fuck? Did he do that himself?

#steve rogers smut oc #steve+rogers+x+reader+smut #bucky barnes #sam wilson #series

[kpoppwriter]

Ill-Mannered

Anon asked: Could you write a poly!96" were y/n is being bratty?

Genre: smut (Jun x Wonwoo x fem!reader x Hoshi x Woozi)

Words: 2.1k+

Warnings: dom!svt, manhandling, choking, degrading, bondage, impact play, face fucking, hair pulling, anal, creampie, sir kink

a/n: I got carried away with this one lads. I started this last night but just finished it now. I hope y’all like it

You sat in the living room with Soonyoung and Jun, the two of them cuddling on the couch while some movie played. You were in the armchair beside the couch on your phone not paying attention to whatever was on the TV. Jun glanced over to you.

“Hey Y/N,” he scooted over making some room, “Come cuddle.”

You just hummed, disinterested in his offer. You continued to scroll on your phone not even looking up at the older male. Jun looked over to Soonyoung with a confused look. Soonyoung looked just as confused.

“Y/N~” Soonyoung whined, “Come cuddle with us, baby.”

You snickered at your phone, ignoring Soonyoung completely. You got up from the chair and walked into the bedroom. 

“What was that about?” Jun quietly asked Soonyoung

“I don’t know but this feels...weird.”

You sat down on the edge of the bed listening to the boys murmuring to each other. Everything was going to plan. You wanted to try being bratty for once, the boys being particularly soft with you recently. You knew Wonwoo and Jihoon weren’t home yet but once they caught wind of what was happening. You actually heard Soonyoung mention something about texting the other two boys about your odd behavior. You smiled to yourself as you started to execute part two of your bratty plan. 

You took off the large tshirt, probably belonging to Wonwoo or Jun, and the pajama pants you had on. You also took off all your undergarments in preparation for what you hoped would be happening later. You took a very revealing crop top from your closet and slipped it on. You spent a little longer searching for a very specific pair of cotton shorts that drove the boys crazy. Once you found them, you slipped them on quickly. You checked yourself out in the full length mirror smiling cockily when you realized how good your plan was. 

You were about to walk back out into the living room when you heard the front door open. Soonyoung called out for Wonwoo and Jihoon, informing you that they were home. 

‘Perfect,’ you thought

You waited until the boys sat down getting comfortable in the living room. It seemed as if they were waiting for you to come out. Jun retold what had happened earlier, the four boys quietly talking amongst themselves. You took your phone out and began scrolling again as you walked out of the bedroom. The room fell silent. You could feel the tension shift as all their eyes stared at your form. You ignored them all and walked into the kitchen.

You heard someone groan, probably Soonyoung, then footsteps coming in your direction. You took a bottle of water from the fridge just as Jihoon walked into the kitchen. You sent him a side glance before going back to your phone, sipping your water. He clicked his tongue. Next thing you knew, you were pinned up against the counter, the edge digging into your hips. Jihoon’s hand came up around your throat tilting your head back. His hot breath fanned your ear. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice surprisingly calm but stern

“What’re you talking about?” you replied coyly

He scoffed at your choice of words. His hand tightened around your throat, earning a small squeak from you. He chuckled darkly at your reaction.

“I see what’s going on here,” he whispered, “You’re trying to be a brat, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mmm, so that’s how it’s going to be hm?”

Jihoon released your throat but grabbed onto your arms pulling them behind your back. You tried to struggle out of his strong grip but to no avail. He pulled you out of the kitchen and into the living room, pushing you onto your knees in the middle of the room. 

“Someone decided they wanted to be a brat today,” Jihoon tisked, informing the boys of what was going on, 

“Ah, so that’s it,” Jun hummed

“She’s just trying to get a rise out of us,” Jihoon grabbed onto your hair roughly, “Isn’t that right, baby?”

You didn’t say anything. You just tried to get out of Jihoon’s tight grasp, liking the feeling of fighting for dominance even though you knew you’d submit to them in the end. Wonwoo got up from the armchair making his way to your kneeling form. He grabbed your jaw forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark and clouded with lust. You felt small under his gaze but you tried to keep your bratty facade. 

“Looks like we need to teach this slut some manners,” he growled

Wonwoo released your jaw, his hands making their way to the waistband of his jeans. You heard someone kneel down behind you pulling your arms back. You felt a rope wrap around one of your wrists, the realization of what was happening hitting you. You squirmed in the person’s grasp.

“Stop struggling,” Soonyoung whispered sternly, “You’re just making this harder on yourself.”

He began tying your wrists with the rope, quietly reminding you of your safeword. He left a small kiss at the base of your neck before getting up, finished with securing the rope around your wrists. Wonwoo freed his now hard cock from his jeans. 

“Open.”

You kept your mouth closed as you looked up at the male in front of you. You smirked to yourself as you saw his jaw tighten. You felt a pair of hands some down on your shoulders. One hand slipped under your jaw, the thumb pushing passed your lips to open your mouth. 

“Were you not listening, sweetheart?” Jun hummed, “Wonwoo here told you to open up.”

Wonwoo gently placed his cock on your tongue, sliding his length into your mouth. You whimpered, the vibrations making Wonwoo groan. He slowly moved in and out of your mouth at first picking up the pace when you seemed adjusted to his size. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat making you gag. His thrusts were relentless. Your eyes teared up  and spit dripped from the corners of your mouth. You gagged again choking around his cock. Wonwoo pulled his length out of the warmth of your mouth letting you catch a breath. You breathed heavily as you stared up at Wonwoo.

“You already look so fucked out,” he chuckled

“Think you can take some more?” Soonyoung walked over to you, cock in hand

You nodded opening your mouth. Soonyoung thrust his length down your throat, making you gag hard. He was fast and rough as he fucked into your mouth. Jun helped move your head, his hand gripping your hair tightly. 

“That’s it,” Jun whispered into your ear, “Take Soonyoung’s cock like a good little slut.”

Soonyoung removed himself from your mouth, his climax fast approaching. You heard Jihoon call out for Jun. You weren’t sure where Jihoon was, your eyes blurry and your head spinning. You felt someone, probably Jun since he was behind you, pull on the rope around your wrists, pulling you up off of the ground. He pushed you over to where Jihoon sat on the couch. You were bent over Jihoon’s lap, your ass in the air. You squirmed slightly but Jihoon’s hand pressed into your lower back keeping you still. 

“Let’s reteach you some manners.” 

His hand came down hard on your ass cheek. You cried out, not prepared for the impact. His hand smoothed over your clothed skin.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you Sir,” you panted

“Good slut.”

His hand came down on your ass again. And again. And again. Your cries got louder as he continued to spank you. After every hit, you muttered a ‘thank you, Sir’ as you were instructed. Jihoon’s hand smoothed over your clothed flesh, whether he did it to soothe the pain or make your skin sting more was unknown to you. He roughly pulled down the cotton shorts. His fingers played with your now soaked entrance. 

“So wet already?” Jihoon chuckled, “Do you enjoy being used like this?”

You only whimpered in response as you tried to move against his fingers. He removed his fingers and slapped your ass once again.

“So greedy,” he hummed, “Do you want to be fucked that bad, whore?”

“Yes please!” you begged, “Please fuck me! I want you so bad. I need to be filled up.”

You were pulled off of Jihoon’s lap and lifted over Wonwoo’s shoulder. He carried you to the bedroom, placing you on the bed. He tore off your shorts and shirt quickly. He held onto your hips tightly as he thrusted into you. You let out a loud gasp. 

“Is this what you wanted baby? To get fucked into the mattress nice and rough?”

You couldn’t get out a proper sentence, his hard thrusts making you forget how to speak. You felt the bed dip, the other boys joining you in the bedroom. Someone said something you couldn’t quite make out. In one quick moment, you were brought on top of Wonwoo as he still thrusted into you. You fell forward, your head resting on his chest. A pair of lubed up fingers prodded at your other entrance. You groaned as a finger entered you slowly. A hand tangled in your hair pulling you up roughly. Jun stared at you, his eyes wide and lustful. He stroked his hard cock with his other hand. You looked up at him as you opened your mouth for him. He smirked as he slowly thrust into your wet cavern. 

“What a good fuck toy,” he groaned, “You’re taking us so well.”

You moaned around Jun’s cock as you felt another finger enter you. The fingers moved in time with Wonwoo’s thrusts so you never felt empty. Another finger entered you eliciting a loud whimper from you. You felt someone untie the restraints from around your wrists. Jihoon came up beside you, his cock in hand. You replaced your own hand with his, pumping him at the same pace. The fingers were removed from your hole but were soon replaced with Soonyoung’s cock. He inched inside you, letting you adjust to his girth. 

You were so overwhelmed with everything happening. You were taken by surprise when you felt your orgasm rush over you, your body shuddering atop of Wonwoo. You moaned loudly, the vibrations adding to the blowjob you were giving Jun. A swear left Wonwoo and Soonyoung’s lips as you clenched around their cocks. Soonyoung slowly began thrusting into you, only picking up the pace when you tried to fuck yourself on him and Wonwoo. Soonyoung and Wonwoo were quick to find a rhythm again. You never felt empty, their cocks filling you up so well. You could feel your second orgasm building up yet again. You removed your mouth from Jun’s dick replacing it with your hand. Your lips moved over to Jihoon as you wrapped your lips around his cock. 

“Fuck baby,” you heard Wonwoo groan beneath you, “I’m c-close.”

“Me too,” Soonyoung grunted from behind you, “Fuck you’re so tight.”

You stroked Jun’s cock faster, urging his orgasm on. You opened your mouth more, letting Jihoon fuck your throat. He held onto the back of your head as his thrusts got harder and shallower. Jihoon was the first to orgasm, ropes of his cum going down your throat. Once he pulled out of you, you replaced his cock with Jun’s. Soonyoung’s hand slipped between your legs to rub your clit. His fingers were fast, pushing you over the edge. Your walls clenched around Soonyoung and Wonwoo as your climax rushed through your body. Your moans of pleasure brought Jun to his high, his cum filling up your mouth. You swallowed the salty liquid when he removed his dick from your mouth. Soonyoung thrusted once more into you before cumming deep inside your hole. His hips slowed just as Wonwoo came inside you as well. The two of them took a moment to catch their breath before slowly pulling out of you. You whined as they moved still sensitive from your orgasm. 

You flopped down onto the bed, your eyes closing almost immediately. There was some talk going on around you but you were too fucked out to care. The bed dipped, people moving around. You were picked up by someone, your eyes still not opening even at the sudden movement, and brought into the bathroom. You were placed on the counter. You winced, your ass sore from Soonyoung’s fucking and Jihoon’s spanking. After a moment, the cool granite actually started making it feel better. 

Jun was by the bath filling the tub with water. Soonyoung came over to you with a wet washcloth in hand. He gently wiped your face peppering you in kisses as he went. He cleaned your body being extra careful as he moved further down your body. Jun piped up after a moment informing you the bath was ready. Soonyoung helped you off the counter and over to the bath. You sank into the warm water, your eyes closing.

“Relax babygirl. You did so well.”

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[mmimagine-40]

Bad idea

ABO

Alphas! Bucky , Steve, and Sam x Omega reader

WARNING!: Talks about forced pregnancy, rape, and rape on a minor. If you can not handle these topics please do not read! This is just a story! 

“ No! You are not sending her in there with him! You don’t know what could happen!”, Steve yells at Tony pissed off. They recently found out that someone that was working for the Avengers in the tower was actually an undercover Hydra agent trying to get info on Y/n and Bucky. But the alpha wasn’t talking to anyone no matter what they did to him. So Tony wanted to send Y/n in. An unmated omega. Who was also the one to crack the alpha to uncover who he was. She went into heat. As she was getting to her room the alpha showed up going into rut. She tried pushing him off her telling him no. But the alpha just held her down while running his hands everywhere. Whispering in her ear how now he understands why Hydra wants him to bring her back. Lucky Bucky was coming down the hall when all this happen and got the alpha off of Y/n. It's been almost 2 weeks now and they weren’t able to get him to say anything at all. 

“ Look, I don't like this either but we have tried everything else. He won’t tell us anything. We need to know if he has already given them anything. Maybe an omega sent will make him open up.”, Tony says. “ Yeah, you're right Tony. But you want to send in an omega who he attacked and tried to force himself on her.”, Steve says sighing. y/n bites her lip looking between the two. She softly wipers and hunches in her chair. Bucky and Sam sit on either side of her. Both alpha’s were clenched up pissed at Tony. They too thought this was a bad idea. Sam looked at Y/n and his heart dropped seeing her scared. Due to all the yelling and arguing. He reached under the table grabbing her hand. She grabs his back and looks up at him giving him a small smile. “ I get that Steve and I don’t want to send her in but she is the only unmated omega here or we can get in any time soon. We need to break through him soon in case Hydra is planning something.”, Tony says. “ Here’s an idea! Instead of you two arguing about sending Y/n in , why don't you ask her if she even wants to do this?”, Nat asks, breaking the two up before it gets more out of hand. For the first time since the beginning of the meeting Tony and Steve turn to look at Y/n. Everyone turns to Y/n. She looked up at the two. Her eyes are more going to Steve whose eyes are begging her not to do this. Even though she was not mated yet , most everyone knew that she was with Steve , Bucky , and Sam. But they haven't mated her yet not wanting to rush her in to anything. Which is just another thing that made her fall in love with them. Y/n looked down again and gulped. “Tony’s right we don’t know what info he has or has given to Hydra. We can’t wait for another omega...I’ll do. But I would like someone with me just in case he does do something.”, Y/n say finally looking back up at them. Steve’s jaw is clenched as he leans over the table looking down. Tony had a smirk getting his way. “ He is chained up so there isn’t really any way he can get to you. But if till makes you feel better we can send two people in with you.”, Tony says. Tony opened his mouth turning towards Nat and Clint but stopped when the two alphas next to Y/n growled at him. “Sam and Bucky will go with her.”, Steve says in a tone that told everyone not to question him. Even Tony just shut up and nodded. Everyone stands and heads towards the cells where the alpha is. They came to a stop outside the door. Everyone else went to the one sided mirror to watch/listen, while Steve , Sam , and Bucky stay with her. Steve stood in front of her looking at her , “ At any time for any reason you need out signal one of them. Don’t just sit through it. And please be careful.”, he says, pulling her into him and kissing her forehead. “He’s chained up and I have two alpha with me. One even being a super soldier. I’ll be fine.”, Y/n says to all of them. But saying it more to reassure herself. Steve just nodded and looked at Sam and Bucky sending them some kind of message, but Y/n couldn’t really tell due to the nerves building up in her each sec that passes. Steve steps away signaling the guards outside the door to open it for them. Sam and Bucky walk in front of her into the room. Y/n takes a deep breath , taking one more glance at Steve before walking into the room. The alpha laughs at the two as they walk in. He shakes his head not saying anything as he smirks at them. His smirk widens as he takes a deep breath in. “ Mmm you brought me an omega.”, he says growling as his eyes turn black. Bucky and Sam both glare at him not saying anything. Y/n taps their shoulders letting them know it’s okay.  They both break away letting her through them as they stand to the side but close enough to step in if needed. “ Not any omega but y/n”, The alpha says leaning up as much as he can with the chains around him , taking another deep sniff. Y/n looks down shivering as he takes her snit in. Y/n closes her eyes taking a deep breath. This is crazy. She has fought and faced all kinds of bad guys, hell even aliens. But for some reason this alpha makes her feel uneasy. She hated how that day when her heat hit how she couldn’t do anything but give up to the alpha. Thankfully Bucky got there to save her. And for that she was so thankful to him and can’t stop thanking him. Taking one last deep breath she opens her eyes and looks up to the alpha , who is staring back at her smirking. She makes her way and sits in the chair that's about 6 - 8 ft away from him. They stare each other down for a few minutes. Y/n could tell he was trying to intimidate her but she refused to back down. “ I can tell that something is bugging you omega, just say it.”, he says. She adjusts , clearing her throat. “ That day you said you knew why Hydra wanted me. What did you mean?”, y/n ask. The alpha laughs darkly as he rolls his head around. He looks at Bucky then back to her. “ You know I’m surprised I made it this long without finding out who I really am. Kind of hurt you don’t know who I am Omega.”, The alpha says laughing. Y/n’s eyebrows scrunch together at his words. He laughs at her again as she looks confused. “ Does the breeding program mean anything to you? Or have you already forgotten what your purpose was? Just a breeding hole.”, He says smirking as he hears both Bucky and Sam growl at him. Y/n’s breath catches in her throat as the memories she tried to push away come hitting her all at once. She is quick to stand up knocking the chair over as she walks over to the door. The door opened and she rushed out . Bucky and Sam follow her out concerned. Y/n leans against the wall closing her eyes trying to breath. She hears the rest of the team coming rushing over to her. “Y/n”, a voice says softly and someone is touching her shoulder. She looked up to meet Nat’s eyes. Looking around everyone is looking at her concerned. “Y/n what did he mean by breeding program?”, Tony says slow and softly. Not wanting to have her going into another anxiety attack, but everyone wanted to know what she went through. Since she got here no one has found out what happened to her at Hydra. All fury told them was that after Bucky got away they were trying to use her to destroy him. But she tricked them into thinking she was brainwashed and they had control over her. As soon as they sent her to find Bucky that's what she did and told him what was going on. Even lead them to the place that most of Hydra is at. Hell she even helped take them down and almost killed Pierce before he got away. But they didn’t know much else. Like how Hydra got her , what she was used for (besides to get Bucky), and they didn’t even know how her and Bucky knew each other outside of Hydra creating them into killing soldiers. Something not even Steve knew. It was something personal to them two that they just weren’t ready to share with the team. Bucky stepped closer to her taking her hand so she would look at him. “ Y/n it’s time. They need to know.”, Bucky says almost in a whisper to her. She looks at him gulping as she nods. Y/n takes a deep breath looking down. Not able to look at them in the eyes. She keeps holding Bucky's hand squeezing it every so often. 

“I was only 14 when Hydra kidnapped me. I just hit the age for my first heat and had gone through it a couple days before they grabbed me. They put tape over my mouth and kept a bag over my head so I couldn’t see where they were taking me. The only time it came off was when they threw me in a ship compartment. It was full of girls around my age all Omega’s who have only gone through a heat or two. We stood shoulder to shoulder with no room to move. So dark that we couldn’t tell what time it was or even how long we had been in the compartment. Till They opened them again and we were met with snow and a bunch of Bates with Guns. They grabbed us and threw us in the back of trucks. Before closing us in they threw a gas bomb in, that knocked us out. When I woke I was strapped to a table with nothing but a hospital gown on. Next to me where other omega strapped to tables too. They left us like that for what felt like hours till someone came in and told us what would be happening. How we were ‘Lucky’ omegas who would birth future soldiers. The breeding program, Hydra wanted to build alpha soldiers from scratch. They made this serum thing that would be injected as soon as an omega was found pregnant. They would send Alphas into the omegas during their heats and as soon as the heat was done doctors tested for pregnancy. If you were, you immediately got the shot to make the baby alpha. I was part of this but a different group. Me and some other omegas were injected with a small does of the super soldier serum. So we could breed with super soldiers and handle it and a pup from a soldier. They wanted to see if they can just breed pups with the serum already in them. Most omegas didn’t make it. Either from the serum being too much for their bodies or even from super soldier alphas being so ruff they killed them or hurt them to where they were useless to Hydra. I’m guessing that’s why they want me back. I was the only one to really survive it.”, y/n pauses for a bite before looking up at Bucky. Who stares at her wishing he could take her pain away. She’s positive that if she were to look at Sam and Steve they would have the same look. Y/n looked back down taking a breath. “When we weren’t in heat we were used to calm the Alpha soldiers. For them to use us as they needed. That’s how I met Bucky, or Winter as most of us knew him by. He was the only alpha that even through his ruts and when Hydra would torture him if he didn’t , he never laid a hand on us. They tried so much to make us breed. Torturing both of us. They stopped making me breed with other alpha’s and wanted me to have the pup or pups of their best soldier as they called him. But Bucky refused to touch me. They tore us apart when we became attached. So they used that to their advantage.”, Y/n says. “They told me they would kill her if I didn’t kill Steve”,Bucky says, finishing her story. She finally looked up to be met with a bunch of concerned looks. “ That Alpha in there was in charge of watching us in the cell they put us all in. After they were done using us for a bite, he and the other guards should have their way with us if they wish. He was after me since he was ordered to guard us. But he was put under order to not touch me do to them wanting to only be with Bucky. He tried one night but was stopped by the other alphas. So instead he made me watch as he raped a 14 year old omega. Who I held all night after he left as she cried says she wanted to go home….I’m sorry. I should have remembered his face , should have known that's who he was. Especially when I had a bad feeling about him. I should have remembered.”, Y/n says, breaking down into tears as she leans her head on Bucky's shoulder. '' Hey none of this is your fault. You just wanted to forget so your brain blocked his face out that's all. We have him now. He can’t to anything to hurt you or another omega again.”, Nat says coming closer to her rubbing her shoulder. She pulls her in for a hug. “ Come on you have done enough. Let’s get you out of here.”, Sam says holding his hand out. She lets go of Buckys and takes his as him and Nat leads her out of the cells and back up to the apartments. She takes one more glance as Steve and Bucky. They both nod their heads telling her to go and that it’ll be okay. After she’s away a silence takes over the room for a bit. “If one of you don’t kill him , I might let the hulk out to have some fun.”, Bruce says breaking the silence. “As much as I do or even want to see the hulk taking care of him, we still don’t know what he told hydra or what info he has or is after.”, Steve sighs as his hands keep making fist. “Well we know that he didn’t hack into the systems and get anything there or even touch the files we have on people and missions.”, Tony says. “ And we looked through all the camera footage. Even the secret ones no one knows are at. All he did was sneak around spying on y/n and you guys' relationship.’, Clint says, running his mind over all the footage him and Nat sat through looking at. A light bulb went off in Bucky’s head as he made his way back into the cell room. Steve follows after him as Tony, Bruce and Clint rush over to the mirror. Bucky kicked the chair and table out of his way as he made his way to the alpha giving him a glare that made the alpha tremble. “ You were here to see if she was mated to me yet or even pregnant didn’t you?!”, Bucky yelled at the alpha. He tried laughing and acting cool but Everyone could see him shaking and sweating. “Your not so stupid after all Winter.”, The guy says but it came out all squeaky. “That’s what they wanted her mated to the winter soldier or with his child?!”, Steve says standing next to bucky. “Well n..o aand yes. They ..th..they wanted me to bri..bring her in when sheee fell pre..prea..pregnant with either of your babies.”, The alpha flinches. Before they weren’t this up in his face or had this look in their eyes. After their talk no one knew what happened to the alpha. And no one cared to ask why or even look into it. 

 After they were done they made their way upstairs to the apartment. It was Steve’s and Bucky’s technically but they all just stay there and rarely go to their apartments. They walk in to see Sam grabbing every blanket he can find. He looks up when he hears the door open. Bucky and Steve look between him and the blankets. “The princess demanded all the blankets and pillows to make a nest.”, he says, grabbing the last blanket. “One of you grab the pillows and the other grab that mug over there.”, Sam says pointing his head to the small kitchen area. That is never used since they had a kitten/common room that all the avengers in the tower shared. Steve made his way to the kitchen to grab her mug that had hot cocoa in it with whip cream on top and cinnamon sprinkled on top. He also grabbed some snacks. Bucky grabbed the pillows and followed Sam to the room. Y/n was sitting on the bed watching a Disney movie. She made grabby hands as they walked in. Grabbing the blankets and pillows she starts putting them where she wants. Making a big nest thanks to the costume huge bed they have so they can all fit on the bed. After she was done , she crawled into the pillows in the middle of the bed. ( where she sleeps. The 3 alphas switch spots every night almost. One on her left , one in the middle with her, and the other on the other side of the one in the middle.). She purred as she buried herself in the pillows and the blanket around her. Steve set down to the left of her near her head. He put the snacks down and ran a hand through her hair. She purred more leaning into his touch. Steve smiles at this , “Do you want this now doll or do you want me to set aside?”, he asked. She looks up seeing the mug. Y/n jumps up excitedly grabbing the mug from him. Carefully taking a snipe as it was still hot. She closes her eyes moaning at the taste. Sam sat to her right and Bucky took a seat in front of her towards the end of the bed. They sat in silence as she took a few more sips before handing the mug to Steve to set on the nightstand. She opened her eyes and looked at her three alpha before turning her attention to her nails picking at them. “Did he say anything after I left?”, she asked so softly that you almost couldn’t hear it if it wasn’t for Steve’s and Bucky’s super hearing and Sam sitting so close to her. “ Yeah we finally got him to tell us why he was here.”, Steve says pushing some hair out of her face hoping she would look at them. “What he say and what's going to happen to him?”, she asked. “Both aren't important or matter any more. What matters is that you are okay.”, Bucky says grabbing her hand. She looks up at him sniffing. “I’m fine now that all three of you are here. I’m just still a bit shook but. All those memories i tried to forget and haven’t thought of in a year just came rushing back and all these emotions hit me at once.”, she says as a few tears fall down her face. Sam reaches out and wipes the tears away. “It’s okay princess. We all have our dark history's that we want to forget but sometimes they just hit us. You just have to remind yourself that it's over that you're here now. With people who love and care for you. And  want to help you through this.”, Sam says, pulling her into a side hug.  She snuggles into him nodding. “What can we do to help , doll?”, Steve ask. Y/n bites her lip thinking. She looks at all of them before speaking. “ I want my alpha’s to finally mate me. I don’t want something like that to happen again. I just want to be yours and have everyone know that.”, Y/n says hiding her face in Sams chest. They alphas all agree that she would be their omega by her next heat. And they kept that promise.

should i do more ABO? -MM

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[mizumelona]

set me up | atsumu x reader

SYNOPSIS: You’re an ambitious career woman, who’s got everything…except a significant other. Your mom, sick of you showing up to family functions alone, sets you up on a series of (terrible) blind dates. You make these dates meet you at your favorite restaurant, Onigiri Miya, but for some reason the owner’s jerk of a twin brother always happens to be there exactly when things crash and burn.

NOTE: This chapter is dedicated to my lovely friend Sharon who encouraged me to start this blog and helps me with my writing. @Sharon I kept my promise hehe.

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You tossed Atsumu’s sweater into the washer with your other juice covered clothes and made your way to your bedroom. You picked up your phone to text your mom.

Lovely Daughter:

I think I need to take a break from these dates

You still wanted to find a boyfriend and flex on your cousin, but this blind dating thing wasn’t exactly working out. You cringed remembering that your favorite cream shorts might be ruined for good. Taking a step back seemed like a good choice for now. Maybe you’d spontaneously run into someone worth your time. Blonde hair and a cheeky smirk flashed in your mind.

Huh. What was that? You shook your head. That was definitely not happening.

As you finished sending the message you got another notification.

Boss:

Reminder that our team is working from home this week while they replace the carpets in the office. Can you send me the updated prototype of your project by Friday morning?

Ugh. Working from home was bad news for you. Despite being an overachiever, your home was a safe oasis that was completely separated from your work life. When it came to trying to work while your favorite blanket and TV were 2 feet away, you had no self-control. You tried to look on the bright side. Who knows? Maybe this is the week you learned a little self-control.

~

Onigiri Miya. Thursday 6:27 PM

It wasn’t.

You had plenty of inspiration on Monday but took a break to watch one episode of your favorite sports anime and ended up binging the next two seasons. Tuesday you’d pulled up the files you needed to work on but you saw a manga spoiler while browsing Instagram and decided to binge the manga too. Yesterday you were shook about the most recent cliffhanger and got carried away reading fan fiction. It wasn’t until 5 PM that you realized that the prototype was due in a day but by then you were already fucked.

Cut to you grinding like crazy for the past 24 hours. You’d pulled an all-nighter last night except for 20 minutes at 5 in the morning when you crashed and knocked out on your keyboard. When you woke up there was an imprint of the spacebar on your chin. Finally you had most of the prototype completed, so you were crawling out of your cave for some food.

Sweats, glasses, hair messily pulled away from your face. You haggardly stumbled toward the restaurant. You’d exhausted your instant noodle supplies and had been so focused on finishing the damn prototype that you didn’t stop to eat today. You were pretty sure you were going to pass out if you didn’t get some food in your body ASAP.

You pushed the door to the restaurant open.

“Welcom- woah [Y/N]…you doing okay?”, Osamu paused mid rice ball roll and looked you up and down.

“Holy shit ya look like a zombie!”, Atsumu exclaimed from his usual seat at the bar.

You ignored Atsumu’s comment. You had no energy left for making snarky comebacks. “Osamu. Three Minced tuna onigiri and an iced Calpico please and thank you.”

“Sure…”, Osamu gave you a concerned look before turning to get started on your order.

You dumped your things onto an open table and sunk into the seat. You flipped open the laptop that you’d brought with you and started tapping on the keys. There was a big fat error alert on the screen. Great. You tried to edit the file. Another error. Ugh you were so close it was frustrating. You typed a few more edits in. Success! Loading…

Finally. You leaned back into the chair, staring at the ceiling. You heard some familiar footsteps approaching you. Here he comes.

On cue, Atsumu slid into the seat across from you. “Yo what happened?”

“I’m an idiot. That’s what happened.” You closed your eyes and massaged your temples. Your head was aching from staring at the screen for so long.

He snorted. “I know a lotta idiots but you aren’t one of them” He peeked over at your screen. “What’s with the laptop? This isn’t a coffeeshop sweetheart”

“Work.” You bluntly replied. You scrunched up your face. Sure his voice was smooth as ever, but right now anything but complete silence was making your head pound.

“You’re in a good mood aintcha?” He smirked. You glowered in his direction, your dark circles making you look extra ominous.

“Stop irritating my customers ‘Tsumu” Osamu smoothly shut Atsumu down. He placed a tray of food on the table. “I got three minced tuna onigiri and an iced Calpico”

“Bring me a drink too ‘Samu”

“Get it yourself ’Tsumu”

An upbeat ringtone started playing from Osamu’s pocket. He pulled his phone out and took the call. “Hey babe…I’m just at the restaurant…no, it’s not that busy…wait…what!” Osamu raised his eyebrows.”…Okay yeah I’ll be right there.” He turned to Atsumu. “‘Tsumu close the restaurant. I need to go help Sharon”

“Huh? Ya can’t just-“, Atsumu tried to protest, but Osamu took his Onigiri Miya hat off and shoved it on Atsumu’s head. Osamu scrawled a note about closing early and taped it to the door on his way out. Atsumu stood there looking irritated as he watched his brother run off through the window.

He turned to you. “Well ya heard him. You’re gonna hafta take your rice balls and work home sweetheart”

Wait. You checked your screen. 15%. Rip. Starting the process while you ate dinner probably wasn’t the best idea, but you needed this to finish loading and couldn’t risk it getting messed up on the trip back up to your apartment. You turned to Atsumu, “I’m sorry about earlier. Please let me stay a little longer. I really need this thing to finish loading”

“No way”

“It’ll only take a second” You pleaded with him. He turned to walk away. “Please. Atsumu”

He paused. Wait, was that the first time you’d called him by his real name? He turned back to you with that devious smile he got whenever he had one of his “brilliant” ideas.

“How ‘bout this? You help me clean, I’ll letcha stay here even though I really should be closing up”

“Deal”

~

Onigiri Miya. 45 Minutes Later.

“I’m pretty sure when we made our deal you said it would take ‘just a second’”. The bashful smile from earlier had long been wiped off his face replaced with the current impatient scowl. You’d finished eating your onigiri shortly after Osamu left, and you two had been sitting at the same table sipping Calpico and watching the loading bar for the last 45 minutes.

“It’s really almost done now.” You were running out of excuses to stall for time.

“Hurry it up. I got things to do sweetheart”, he said and took a noisy sip of his drink.

Okay [y/n] we need to think of a way to stall. You went through your options. Hm. Actually, complimenting people usually works pretty well, especially when that person has as big of an ego as this blondie. Okay you decided on your plan of attack.

“Hey” You smiled innocently at Atsumu. “Thanks again for waiting with me. You’re a lot nicer than I thought”

“How many times do I hafta tell ya that that creepy smile isn’t fooling me?” Atsumu set his drink back on the table. “And was that supposta be a compliment? When did I ever do anythin’ to piss you off?” He leaned back, crossing his arms.

“Says the guy who crashed not one but two of my dates”

“I didn’t do nothin’”

“You were the reason the strawberry juice was on the table to begin with”

“I’m also the reason why you’re still here even though I could’ve kicked you out an hour ago.”

You couldn’t argue with that.

“Touche” You leaned forward. “How about we call a truce then.” You held out your hand.

He looked at your hand skeptically. “Truce? That implies we were fightin’ in the first place”

“You gonna take it or not?”, You smiled slyly and waved your hand. “Let me tell you now. I’m not someone you want as an enemy”

“Jeez that’s pretty scary sweetheart.” He leaned forward with his trademark cheeky grin…and was he blushing a bit? “Fine. Truce.” He reached out to shake your hand.

“I know the perfect way to celebrate” He said, rising from his seat. He walked behind the counter and rustled around in the fridge. You heard him mutter, “Where did ‘Samu put it”, as he continued digging around. “Aha. Here it is!”, he declared, finding whatever he was looking for. Atsumu walked back and plopped down in his seat, setting two cups of pudding on the table.

“Haha. Nice.” You picked up one of the pudding cups but noticed a little note stuck to it. “Huh. What’s this?” You pulled off the note to read it. Osamu’s pudding: DO NOT EAT. “Wait a second we can’t-“

Atsumu took the container out of your hands, broke the seal on the cover, and handed it back.

“Atsumu!”, you exclaimed.

“You’re welcome.” He opened his pudding cup and shoveled a spoonful in his mouth. “Mmm”

Well it’s not like you could put it back now that it was opened. You scooped a spoonful into your mouth. Your face lit up. Osamu’s pudding preferences were on point.

“I have a question”, Atsumu asked. “Why were ya tryin’ so hard on those dates anyways? Those guys were obviously trash, and ya don’t really seem like the type that’s desperate for romance.”

What he said wasn’t wrong, and you two were kind of having a moment here. You figured it’d be fine to tell him about it.

“Ugh the thing is” You gulped down another spoon of pudding. “I’m trying to prove something to my family”

“Huh?”

“They don’t think I’m capable of romance, and my shitty cousin loves to rub it in my face. I’m trying to find a guy so I can flex on them”

He smirked. “Hah, that’s real petty”

You pointed your spoon at him. “I don’t wanna hear that from you.”

“Fair point”

Your computer chimed. You both turned to look at the screen. 100% Loaded.

“Yes!” You pumped your fists.

“Finally” Atsumu sighed, scraping the last of his pudding out of the cup. “So, ya gonna help me clean?”

“A deals a deal. Where should I start?”, you said combing your hair out of your face.

“I’ll take the tables. You’re on dish duty”

Atsumu went into the supply closet and came back with a rag. You caught yourself staring as he pushed his sleeves up. Okay the man had beautiful forearms, so what? You quickly looked away.

“You okay [y/n]?”, Atsumu interrupted your thoughts, cocking his head. Shit. You hoped he hadn’t noticed your little slip-up.

“Uh yeah! I got the dishes!”

~

You’d emailed the final prototype and you two were almost done tidying up. The only thing left to do was mopping the floor.

“[Y/N], How about we have a lil challenge”

You raised an eyebrow.

Atsumu brought two mops out of the supply closet, tossing one to you. “I’ll race ya. Last one to mop to the other side loses”

This was stupid there was no way you were about to have a dumb mopping ra-

“Unless you’re too scared”

You gripped your weapon. “Hah, You’re on”

You both stood at one end of the restaurant. Mops in hand.

“Ready” Atsumu clenched his mop. “Go!”

You realized that challenging a pro-athlete to a fair race was stupid. That’s why you didn’t intend to play fair. As soon as Atsumu motioned to take his first step you swiped your dripping mop in front of his foot. He lost his balance.

“Fuck!”

“Haha Loser!”, you turned to laugh at him. Thwack!

Atsumu collided with you knocking you backward. You hit the ground with a thud, securely pinned under him. Shit. He hauled himself onto his hands and knees, looking down at you.

“You cheated!”, he shouted.

“That doesn’t give you the right to tackle me!”, you shot back.

“I wasn’t tryin’ to tackle you!”

“So what!”, you grabbed his collar pulling him back so your foreheads were touching. You both paused. Shit. Did you just do something weird?

You were suddenly very aware of the nice smell wafting off his hair. You gulped. There was a pink blush creeping over Atsumu’s nose. He looked dumbstruck at first but soon a cheeky grin spread across his face.

“Wow [y/n], you’re pretty bold huh.”

“Shut up!”

The chimes jingled and the door opened. You both jumped and turned to the sound.

“Oolala”, the girl who came with Osamu was snickering.

“…is that my pudding?”

~

After that, you’d both apologized to Osamu, properly mopped the floor. You were getting ready to go home now. Luckily neither of you had been seriously injured in your little incident, but any time your eyes met Atsumu would shoot you an infuriating smirk.

As you were about to leave, Atsumu called out to you. “Hey [y/n] I’m gonna need my sweater back soon”

“Oh right! I forgot it at my apartment but I washed it so I’ll bring it by tomorrow”

“Sounds good. Good night [y/n].” As he turned to walk away, he looked back over his shoulder and smiled at you. It was a sincere smile like the one he gave you as he handed you his sweater the other day. You couldn’t help but smile back. This guy.

Your phone buzzed as you started walking back toward your apartment. You pulled it out.

Jerk Cousin:

Family brunch two Sundays from now. Don’t forget you’re in charge of fruit. My mom told me to remind you. She also said to tell you that you can bring a plus one, not that you’d need it lol

~

Onigiri Miya. Friday 11:15 AM

You’d slept like a baby that night, and woke up more refreshed than ever. It was like your 24 hours of hell never happened. You pulled open the door to the restaurant.

“Hey Osamu is Atsumu here? I have the sweater I kept forgetting in my apartment” You rustled through your bag pulling the sweater out. Looking up, you suddenly noticed that the restaurant was more packed than usual, and most of the occupants were looking at you.

“Oya?”

“Oya oya?”

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[nekomassetters]

Nineteen

After hearing your coach's voice boom across the gym, the girls' volleyball team members simultaneously whip their bodies across to face their mentor.

"Alright girls I'm ending practice here. You all should try to relax before we leave on Monday and remember we're leaving right in the morning!"

Your friends begin to sigh in relief from finally getting a break. Nakamura especially voices her excitement, forgetting that her coach is nearby.

"And don't go too crazy with partying either," your coach says skeptically, "I'm looking at you 'Mura!"

Nakamura's face immediately goes pale and apologizes for her behavior. After the rest of the lecture, you walk over to Nakamura to soothe her gloomy state.

"She always calls me out," Nakamura pouts as you guide her to the other girls packing their belongings.

"That's so not true," Ritsuko voices, "I constantly get told to check my damn language because I'm the captain! So dumb. It's not like any of you don't say that stuff!"

"Yeah but it's because you're the captain," Mito chuckles.

"No fair," you hear Ritsuko mumble in response.

As you begin to walk away you hear Mito call out to you.

"Hey Y/N you want to get something to eat?"

Behind Mito, you hear Ritsuko mumble to herself.

"Y/N. The one person coach never yells at."

Either you were the only person who heard her or the rest of your friends decided to ignore her complaint.

"Sorry but I'm going to practice with the guys," you tell them.

"Again?!" exclaims Nakamura.

"Well yeah," you say as you observe your friends who all have worried looks on their faces, "but I promise I won't go too crazy like coach said!"

You wave goodbye to your friends and exit the gym, heading to the other one nearby containing the boys' team.

Once you put your bag down, you walk up to Kenma who stands with Kuroo, Yaku, and Lev.

"You really don't want to come?" Kuroo begs his roommate, "It's just going to be me, 'Kaashi, and Bokuto."

Kenma shakes his head, telling his friend that he doesn't plan on going to Fukurodani University with him right now. This immediately strikes an idea in your brain as you turn to Kenma and give him an innocent smile.

"Wanna hang out with me then?"

The group looks at you as if you have three heads before proceeding to look at Kenma in anticipation of his answer.

"Sure," he replies calmly as he shrugs.

"What the hell?!"

You can see the shock on the boys' faces as Kenma's response registers in their ears.

"You won't go with Kuroo but you'll hang out with Y/N-chan? That's a little suspicious, Kenma," Yaku teases.

"Yeah seriously," Kuroo whines, "how is there nothing going on between you two."

Before either you or Kenma could retaliate, Lev comes to your rescue.

"Because they're both friends and have common interests. Besides Kenma probably doesn't want to go all the way to Fukurodani when he could just stay here," he shrugs.

Someone remind me that I totally owe Lev one.

"Huh?" Yaku's voice squeaks, "you really believe that's all that's-"

"Come on Kenma," you say as you interrupt Yaku as begin walking away from the group.

📷

That evening after practice, you and Kenma hang out in his room for awhile. The two of you spend a little over an hour playing video games together until you realize the time.

"Oh shit," you exclaim as you look down at your phone, "I've gotta work on something for my class, is it okay if I finish it super quick?"

"Sure," Kenma says as he nods his head, "do you mind if I call Kuroo?"

Kenma holds up his headset, indicating to you that he was going to join a game with Kuroo and Bokuto.

"Sure you don't have to ask me," you grin.

"Well I just didn't want to disturb you while you're doing your work," he quietly expresses with a bit of concern in his tone.

"Nah don't worry about it," you tell him.

You give Kenma a quick kiss on the cheek before standing up and pulling out your notebook.

Stupid. I shouldn't have done that.

After grabbing the tools you need to complete your work, you lay everything out on Kenma's bed, just above where he is leaning against it.

As you continue to work, you find yourself getting distracted by the game Kenma's playing, not that you really cared about the work anyway.

Once completing most of the work, you finally allow yourself to become fully attentive to the game he's winning. Without real thought, you find your hand playing with Kenma's hair. The only thing making you realize that you had started petting him was after he sat up a bit from tensing to the unexpected behavior.

For a moment, you could swear you saw Kenma's ears light up, and you decided that you could take this to your advantage yet again.

After closing your notebook and packing your things up a bit, you slide down beside Kenma to sit next to him.

"You guys are so damn slow," Kenma's bored voice strikes as he does his best to ignore you staring at him.

As you look over at him, you observe how his cheeks refuse to stop turning bright red.

God he's so cute when he's flustered.

While turning your gaze back to the screen of his game, you place your hand against his shorts. Immediately you're greeted with a hard bulge at contact.

Aaaand, that's why.

Briefly, Kenma makes eye contact with you. You immediately acknowledge the almost pleading look in his eyes as if to tell you to stop although he clearly wanted you to continue.

"May I?" you whisper to him.

After Kenma nods, you position yourself a bit better to face his bottom half and remove his shorts along with his boxers underneath. When you look up at him, the pleading look on his face intensifies.

Swiftly, you position your mouth over him and begin to take in his length. As your mouth swirls around him, you feel him squirm a bit underneath you.

A hand suddenly attaches to your hair. By now you knew that this meant he wanted you to take in more of him. Willing to submit to his nonverbal instruction, you do as he wishes.

"Fuck..."

Small grunts find their way escaping from his mouth as you continue to pump your mouth around him.

"Shut up," you hear him groan.

Remembering that he's still on the call with his friends, you find a smirk crawl across your face.

"Because I hate having to play with you guys," he continues talking as best he can manage, "you've got no skills, Kuroo."

Knowing he was about to finish, Kenma places a hand back on your head, but this time just to feel you as you push deeper on your own.

"Yo Kenma why the hell did you stop moving?!" you hear an unfamiliar, yet loud voice call out.

Kenma doesn't respond to his friend. As he tunes out the others, he focuses on the hot ropes of liquid he's once again shooting down your throat.

"Fuck," Kenma groans, not caring who heard him, "it's Y/N's turn."

You instantly pick your head up in shock as you hear Kenma's words. You begin shaking your head frantically as you know what he's trying to do.

Kenma stuffs the headset on you and quickly tells his friends through the speaker that you wanted control so he's letting you have it.

You feel your face heat up at his statement. His eyes slice into yours as he deviously smiles and backs away from you. After pushing the controller into your hands, you feel your own shorts getting removed.

"Hey Hey Hey!" you hear the same voice from before boom through the speaker.

"Hi," you awkwardly respond as you try to keep your eyes fixated on the game.

"Concentrate on the game Y/N," Kenma whispers to you as he spreads apart your legs.

You shake your head no and do your best to silently protest, but Kenma doesn't listen.

As the game starts for you, it starts for Kenma as well. His warm breath hitting you first as you try your best to stay focused on the task he's given you. You feel your panties being slid down to your ankles before Kenma pulls them off entirely

"Listen Y/N," Kenma says to you after getting tired of your squirming and constant distraction, "don't make a noise."

You shake your head stiffly in response. You then shift your gaze back to the game screen as Kenma dips his head back down between your thighs and beginning to glide his tongue against your folds.

As Kenma plunges his fingers into you, he attaches his mouth to you as well. The sensation of immediate pleasure driving you insane as you do your best to stay on task.

An eventual squeal reaches your lips as Kenma's fingers curl and reach deep into you just the right way.

"That's what you deserve," he mumbles before continuing his own job.

"What's going on?" you hear Kuroo's skeptical voice through Kenma's headset.

"Sorry," you breathe, "I guess I'm just not very good at this game."

You let out a weak laugh as you once more get distracted by looking down at Kenma.

"Hey once this game is over, you and Kenma should come over so I can meet you!" the man who you were recently introduced to as Bokuto randomly exclaims.

"Uhm..." you try to let out as Kenma keeps his hand attached to the inside of your pussy.

"Don't bother Kenma when his girlfriend is with him," you the other voice you were just introduced as well announces.

Once again your face heats up. This time you look down at Kenma who continues his job as if nothing happened, since he can't hear what the others are saying.

"O-Oh no we-"

"Sorry, Y/N," Bokuto sadly interrupts your rebuttal.

Just then you feel your walls continue to contract as Kenma reaches you to your climax.

"Mmm, it's o..." you try to say to Bokuto.

However, the pleasure you're feeling takes over and you instantly turn off the mic. Freeing Kenma's name from your lips, you feel yourself release onto him.

After pulling his fingers out of your sopping pussy, he looks up at you puzzled.

"I muted it," you say as you try to catch your breath, "don't worry."

"No you didn't," he calmly replies.

You turn your attention to your headset, immediately taking it off of your head and staring at it in horror.

"I'm just kidding," he says as he scoots closer to you, "you did."

"Kenma!" you exclaim, shocked that he made a joke, "don't-"

"Don't what, Y/N?" he asks as he gets dangerously close to your mouth, "you look like you enjoyed that so I doubt you're in any position to complain right about now."

He was right. You had nothing to protest so instead of contradicting him, you were forced to settle with defeat this time.

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[chain-unchained]

December 12 - Part 2

It was like déjà vu, walking into the mines; it was hard to believe that their nearly ill-fated adventure was only a few months past. It felt like a lifetime ago, even though the harrowing encounter with the slime boss was still fresh in their minds.

For Abigail of course it was just a brand new adventure, uncharted territory waiting to be explored. “Alright, so how does this work?” Her impatience dripped from every word as the boys filed in behind her. “Do we sign in or something?”

“Yeah—er, well,” Ashe stopped at the sight of the unmanned rescue station, “usually, at least… that’s… weird. I could have sworn that Ellie would be here today…” For Abby’s sake, he clarified, “Usually there’s someone here to check us in.”

“Oh, you’d have loved her Abby.” Sam elbowed her with a grin. “She was a real cutie. Real shy, too. Totally your type.”

Her face fell. “Really? Damn it. I’ll have to sneak up here on another day and try to meet her. Penny’s the only other girl in town that I’d consider and she’s too into Maru to pay me any mind…” She sighed. “You boys have it so easy.”

“Well,” Ignoring that, Sebastian blew on his frigid fingers to warm them as Ashe looked over the log book, “what’s the plan now, Ashe? Are we still gonna go in or what?”

“… It… should be okay.” There was real hesitation in his voice, though his uncertainty was eased somewhat by the sight of Percy’s signature on today’s page. Besides, if something did happen to go wrong, he did have that as a last resort. “I think as long as we sign in we’ll be okay.”

Abby cocked a brow. “Why do we need to sign in if there’s no one here?”

“Trust me, Joja will know and you’ll be banned in a heartbeat.”

He scrawled his name hastily in the entry beneath Percy’s and stepped back so that his friends could do the same. While they did that, he stepped behind the station and retrieved a box full of safety equipment for them to make use of. After what happened last time—not to mention this growing sense of foreboding-- he didn’t want to take any chances.

By the time he returned to the sign in desk, Abby had finished adding her name to the book. At least, he had expected it to be her name, but instead—

“Really?” Sebastian was wholly unimpressed. “You used your Discord handle?”

“Like I’m dumb enough to put my actual name in here.” She twirled the pen between her fingers, wearing a cheeky grin all the while. “I’m not gonna risk mom and dad finding out. They’d flay me alive.”

Both Sebastian and Sam exchanged a long look; after a second, Sam snatched the pen from her and they both hastily amended their sign ins.

“Speaking of Discord,” she pointed a painted nail at Ashe, “you need to give me yours so I can invite you to our server. I’ve been meaning to ask you for awhile now but it always kept slipping my mind. And don’t even think of giving me that ‘I’m too busy’ b.s.,” she added as the farmer opened his mouth, “I know for a fact that you’re scrambling for stuff to do now that winter’s here.”

“I-I wasn’t going to say that--” he absolutely was, “--I was just going to say that I don’t have a Discord.”

“Well you have a phone, right? Or a laptop?”

He shook his head. “Not anymore.” That one day of rotten luck had seen to that.

“… Wait, really? But—” She was aghast. “How do you survive?”

Sebastian paused in the middle of strapping a hard hat onto his head. “Really? You’re just now learning this?”  

“I already said that it kept slipping my mind!” She strode forward and grasped Ashe’s face with both hands. “Seriously, how do you not have at least one of those things in this day and age?!”

Now Ashe was feeling quite embarrassed. “I just—never have the time to use them, so there wouldn’t be a point to replacing—”

“Oh, I so know what you’re getting for the Feast this year.”

“N-No no, actually no, please don’t—” He paused. “Wait. Feast?”

Sam tugged off his gloves and tugged on a pair of work ones. “Yeah. The Feast of the Winter Star.”

“… What’s that?”

“Oh, right, you’re from the city. It’s just another festival. It’s how Pelican Town celebrates Christmas.” He grinned. “There’s a big feast, and everyone does a Secret Santa present exchange. Nothing too crazy, but it’s kinda fun to shop for a gift for a different person every year.”

Sebastian grimaced. “Yeah, it’s fun until you get Haley as your secret buddy. I got her last year.”

“And I got her the year before.” Abby strapped on some protective gear, but stopped short of the hard hat. “God, that sucked. She totally shit on the gift I got her.”

“Haley does kinda have rich white girl tastes,” Sam nodded.

Even if she did… “I know that she can be… hard to deal with,” Ashe fidgeted with his own hard hat, “but she’s not that bad…”

All three of them looked at him like he’d just said the earth was flat.

“Yeah, she’s over the top, and she’s loud, and she isn’t afraid to speak her mind, but… she’s a person too, y’know? And she knows that nobody likes her…”

Now their attention shifted from him to each other. “Are you feeling alright?” Sam finally asked.

“Huh? Yeah, of course… I just… Y’know what, nevermind.” He slapped his own cheeks and unstrapped the pickaxe from his back. “Why are we standing around talking when there’s loot to be had?”

The sudden about-face didn’t go unnoticed by his friends. It was eerily similar to the one he pulled the last time—compounded by him just not seeming like himself recently. But it was hard to have a conversation with someone’s back, and so they had to hastily follow him into the elevator leading into the left mineshaft—well, Sebastian and Abby followed, dragging a reluctant Sam behind them. The blonde had a severe case of claustrophobia and fear of elevators.

“This is new.” Sebastian said, with Sam clinging to him for dear life as the elevator began its rickety descent into the depths of the shaft.

“Mhm. Joja installed it… last month, I think?”

“Damn. You’ve been hitting this place that hard?”

Ashe grinned meekly.

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Because I have no sense of restraint and this is par for the course for me?”

“… Actually, yeah. That just about sums it up.” He patted Sam’s back. “You’re okay, Sam. Nothing’s gonna happen. You can let go of me now.”

“Y-You don’t know that for sure!” If anything, Sam only clung to him harder, and Sebastian just rolled his eyes and put up with it. There was no getting out of that vicelike grip once it was locked.

 ####

 Even though it was the bastion of the very thing that he was once addicted to, Shane still made it a habit to visit the Saloon after work. It was a place to go that wasn’t straight back to ranch—of course he loved the place, but there was something suffocating about heading straight home after an eight hour hell shift stocking shelves. And the free sparkling juice that Gus would slip him was nice. It helped with the cravings.

“Hey Shane!” Emily was the first to greet him as he stepped in through the swinging double doors. She usually was, always with a smile. “Glad to see you! I wasn’t sure if you would be up to visiting with all that snow out there.”

“I mean, this place is right on the way home, so it’s not like I have to go out of my way or anything.” He took a seat at the bar, and on cue Gus set a cup of sparkling something in front of him—might have been cranberry just on first sniff. “Thanks, Gus. This a new drink or something?”

“It is, it is.” The portly fellow was all smiles as well as he cleaned a mug. “Courtesy of our favorite farmer. I thought you ought to have the honors of giving it the first tasting.”

“Well shit, I better not say anything bad about it.” He took a swig and let the flavor mull over his tongue. It was equal parts sweet and tart, and nicely carbonated—it tasted vaguely like the fruity drinks that he once was into, back in his edgy high school years. “That’s pretty nice.”

“As expected of produce from Ashe’s farm.” Emily leaned against the counter. “Speaking of, how’s he doing lately? It feels like an age since I last saw him.”

“Fine, as far as I can tell. Still a crazy busybody always doing something.” He sighed and swirled the deep red liquid around in the cup. “Won’t lie, I’m starting to get real worried about him.”

“Oh? How come?”

“Just—how do I put it? He just doesn’t seem like himself lately. He’s saying and doing all the usual stuff, but… iunno,” he shrugged his shoulders, “I just get this feeling that it’s an act.”  

“Well, if anyone could tell it’d be you. You know more about him than anyone else.”

“But that’s just it!” He threw his hands up. “He’s so tight-lipped that even after—fuck, how many months has he been here--?”

“Nine months,” Gus answered, bemused.

“Thank you-- after nine months, I know basically fuck-all about him.” With his fingers he began to count what he did know, “I know he lived near the capitol, I know he used to work for Joja, and I know—well, I’m pretty sure that his mom died. That’s it. Fuck, I don’t even know if he has allergies. That’s bad, right?”

Emily tapped her finger against her lips, contemplating. “Mmm… Not necessarily? Doesn’t it just mean that that stuff hasn’t come up yet? I mean, are you expecting him to just sit you down and go ‘this is my life story’ like in a badly written movie or book?”

“No, what—of course not.”

“Well then, what’s the problem? If it really bothers you so much, talk to him about it. Tell him that you would love to hear more things about him from time to time.” Playfully she poked him with her elbow. “Some people just need that little extra nudging to open up, after all.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right on that… Maybe I can get the ball rolling on one of our dates. Oh, speaking of,” he set his glass down and turned to Gus, “can I reserve the back room for the next few Sundays?”

Once more Gus looked amused. “Are you finally going to take me up on that offer I made when you first got together?”

“Maybe. This is literally the only thing I could think of to make him take a break, short of strapping him to a chair in front of a TV.”

Emily hid a laugh behind her hand. “I’m glad you’re choosing this instead of that. Maybe you can talk him into stopping by sometimes, too. I miss that sunshine he brings with him.”

“I’ll try, but no promises.” Shane finished off the drink and paid for the reservations. Honestly, he missed that sunshine too…

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New Wardrobe (NSFW)

Request: “Anonymous said: I know you're probably full of requests so no worries about how long it's going to take. But can you write one where Steve's girlfriend never wears a skirt and she shows up with a short faux leather skirt and short flat boots and black pantyhoses? And he just looses and tease her all night and leads to smut and nsfw?

Warnings: Smut, Oral Female receiving, Domish Steve, NSFW Images18+, REALLY NSFW, I’m saying it a bunch of times becaue I’ve been getting a lot of messages saying I don’t say anything when it’s literally in the warning!

Author’s Note: I loved this request and got working on it as soon as I read it, thanks for understanding what little time I have, love. Enjoy!

Masterlist

Maybe the fact that you had been running late wasn’t a horrible tragedy at all. All your usual work clothes hadn’t been washed in weeks due to you being too busy to attend to them so that left you with some birthday clothes Wanda had bought you months ago. You never got around to wearing them simply because they weren’t your type of attire but today that didn’t matter.

1The team was waiting on you downstairs. Today you were all to go to a press conference and answer questions, things like that and you had completely forgotten and slept in. So with so little time you slipped on the most appropriate outfit; a black skirt, black pantyhose, a cream white buttoned up blouse with short flat grey boots.

“You look wonderful Y/N,” Friday says and you smile to yourself while adding perfume. “But I’m afraid the team requests that you come downstairs immediately. They are already late to the press conference.”

“Oh alright.” Quickly you hurry downstairs where for sure the team is all there at the entrance waiting for you.

“Finally, damn girl what took you so long?” Sam asks, clearly annoyed.

When Sam speaks to you, Steve turns around and when his eyes land on you he’s not sure what to think. It’s the first time he’s seen you in something other than your suit or just regular pants. You had told him many of times you weren’t the dressing up type anyway.

It’s taking everything in him to be the gentlemen he is and not take you back upstairs and fuck the living shit out of you though he is really considering it. Your legs look so sexy in pantyhose making him want to bury his head between them and the way your curves perfectly are accentuated through the skirt turn the man on in ways you never would’ve thought of.

“Sorry, I overslept. Steve why didn’t you wake me?” You ask, walking over to him.

He blinks still in a daze from seeing you dressed the way you were. “Oh, I just,” He coughs, trying to regain his composure. “I was just going for a run with Bucky and we got caught up. My bad.”

“No time for guilty apologies, we’re gonna be late so let’s just go.” Tony says and heads out the door, the rest of the team following, talking among themselves.

Steve takes your hand in his, pulling your body against his as you walk out the doors. Camera’s clicking while microphones are shoved in your faces along with lots of questions. It’s an every day thing and it got on your nerves, but with Steve on your side, everything was okay.

During the press conference, Steve is asked a question, so he goes up answering it. The team and you sit behind a stand with a microphone on it all set on a stage. The audience is filled with reporters hungry for answers.

“Steve was totally turned on when you came downstairs.” Wanda whispered in your ear.

You look over at her, eyebrows furrowed. “I beg your pardon.”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you didn’t notice. He was basically eye fucking you.”

“He was?” You had been completely oblivious to his lust filled look.

“Yes, I mean besides that I can read his mind. I know he wants to get it on.” You chuckled at her comment causing a few looks from the audience but they quickly turned their attention back to Captain America, probably not wanting to miss a word.

“Well we’ll see about that when we get back to the tower won’t we?”

“Actually, Tony plans on heading to the club after this, something about wanting to relieve the stress.”

“But it’s still morning?” You wonder, raising your eyebrow.

“From what he mentioned earlier, he said this press conference is going to take hours, and by the time we get out of here it will be dark.”

You try your best not to sulk in your chair and look unprofessional. You couldn’t help it, these things were sooooooo boring and the fact that it will be hours made you want to die.

“Y/N, what is your opinion on the events that recently took place in Sokovia?!” A reporter yelled at you.

“Well, might as well endure it for now.” You say lowly only so Wanda can hear. You get up and walk over to the microphone while Steve returns to his seat.

While you speak, Steve’s eyes wonder on the back of your physique, going over the outline of your hips, down to your round luscious ass. Now he realizes how short this skirt really is and if not for the pantyhose he might be able to see your panties. Images flood through his mind of him bending you over that microphone stand and fucking you into the middle of next week. Your soft moans echoing off the walls. Fuck, he wants you. So bad. This skirt is driving him fucking crazy.

When you return to your seat the next question is for Wanda so she goes up and speaks. Steve’s hand wanders to your thigh, rubbing soft circles there causing you to jump. Luckily enough Wanda is the most talked about avenger right now so all eyes are on her, leaving no attention on the two of you which is great because if word goes around that the famous Captain America is touching you like this, he won’t have that church boy image anymore.

He move his hand closer up your thigh and you can’t believe he’s about to do this here.

“Steve,” You hiss quietly.

“Shh.” He replies then soothes his hand back down your thigh keeping it right above your skirt. Now he’s got you all excited.

For the rest of the conference he keeps his hand there and when one of you guys has to go up you’ll go and when back his hand will return to your thigh, every now and then gripping you. If someone has noticed these actions, they haven’t said anything.

Once it’s over you all head out to the club. With all the teasing going on, Steve wants nothing more but to take you back to the tower to have his way with you but Tony forces you two to the club so in having no choice you go along with the rest.

“How many drinks tonight?” You ask Steve, at the bar.

“None, I need you sober for tonight.” He replies looking at you with dark eyes.

“Hmm, who says anything will be happening tonight?” You say leaning against the bar, sticking your ass out.

Steve’s hand wondered down to your ass gripping it with need causing you to jump and gasp.

“This damn skirt has been driving me crazy, all day baby.” He leans over whispering on your ear sending chills all through your body. You guys are at the far end of the bar where barely anyone is so no one really is taking notice of this. Once again.

“Language, Captain.” You chuckled.

Slipping his hand under your skirt, and over you pantyhose covered ass, he just wants to rip it off.

“Mmm, I’m so ruining you tonight.” He leans over, placing a kiss on your earlobe then leading them down the side of your neck. His hand under your short skirt rubs over your clothed folds.

Closing your eyes in pleasure, you opened your lips, parting them in a silent moan.

“You like that doll?” He says.

“Y/N!” Someone yells and Steve removes his hands from you, standing up straight and you do the same, both trying to act casual. You turn to see Natasha. “Come dance, your favorite song is on!”

You listen to the song and in doing so, you realize it is your favorite song, Me and You by Cassie. It’s literally your national anthem when it comes to dancing. (If you know this song, I fucking love you, if you don’t listen to it!)

“Okay, yeah!” Steve follows you onto the dance floor and once there you began to move your hips to the beat.

I know them other guys they been talking about the way I do what I do

They heard I was good, they want to see if it’s true

They know you’re the one I want to give it to

Steve grips your hips, moving your body against his so your ass is directly on his crouch while you’re grinding on him. Your skirt is rising slightly but he doesn’t mind, if anything he wants it all off.

I can see you on me to, now it’s me and you now

I’ve been waiting, think I want to make a move now

Turning around you sensually wrap your arms around his neck while his hands slide to your ass, making sure to grab a handful. You continue to dance sexually on him to the lyrics.

Baby tell me if you like it

It’s me and you now, I’ve been waiting, think I want to make a move now

Baby tell me how you like it

He leans down colliding his lips with yours, roughly and needy. He pulls your body against his so there is no room between the two of you while making sure to slip his tongue past your plump lips. All the tension between you two was pushing through your actions. You sighed in the kiss, gripping on his neck tighter as the kiss carried on.

“Limo now.” He says, breathlessly pulling away from the kiss. Not giving you a chance to answer he grabs your hand leading you out of the club, practically running but trying not to make it obvious. He wanted nothing more but to get you out of that skirt and pantyhose, just to have you completely naked.

On the ride to the tower, Steve can’t keep his hands off of you. After kindly asking the driver to close the partition, he yanks your body to his, smashing his lips against yours roughly, tongue fighting with yours for dominance. While kissing you, his hands reach under your skirt, pulling down the pantyhose so they fall to your ankles.

As your’re about to take it off fully, Steve hooks himself between your open legs, not waning to wait. He wanted to taste you now. He pulls your panties off of you so they sit on your ankles with your pantyhose, throws your legs over his shoulders, then begins to roughly eat you out, not giving you a warning or anything.

Your hips jerks up in response to the sudden intrusion of his mouth on you. A cry falls from your lips, and you let your head fall back on the leather seat, immediately becoming putty in his hands. If you had known he would become this crazy when seeing you in a skirt, you would’ve started wearing skirts a long time ago.

He ravenously leaned further and captured your clit in his mouth, sucking and licking on it hungrily. He practically moans into your pussy, closing his eyes, loving your sweet taste. His grip tightens on your waist and he moves his mouth down your slit, tongue delving in between your folds. Soft moans and whimpers leave your mouth and your hand flies down to his hair, gripping hard.

He groans, loving the tugging on his hair. His tongue dipped inside of you as his nose brushed against your clit.

“Oh, Steve, that feels s’good.” You whine, chest heaving up and down. Steve responds by moving his hand up to your breast, fondling it in his large hand while continuing to fuck you with his tongue. The feeling of his beard on your burning wet skin and everything else he was doing was pushing you closer to the edge. Oh and when his skillful tongue hit your spot you were done for. You didn’t even have to say anything, Steve knew you long enough that when your tugging got tighter and your moans changed pitch is when you were ready to come.

“That’s right, come for your captain, doll.” He whispered hungrily against you. The sound of his voice was enough for you to let go and so you did. He pulled away for a minute, admiring how your pussy looked coming and then latched onto you again, devouring your clit with hungry kisses.

As he’s finishing you off, the limo is pulling up to the tower so the two of you hurry and situate yourselves. You put on your skirt and pantyhose, while Steve is licking his lips, savoring your taste.

The limo door opens, revealing the driver and he seems to have a face of awkwardness as if he knew what was going on. You get out first, Steve following behind.

Once inside the tower Steve doesn’t even hesitate to make a beeline for the bedroom. Pushing you inside the elevator, he picks you up, pushing you against the wall. His lips attacked yours roughly.

“You must’ve really liked my skirt.” You say against his lips with a smirk.

He looks into your eyes and you now see his are full blown with lust. “I loved your skirt.” He says deeply.

The elevator doors opened and Steve practically runs to your shared bedroom, not wanting to waste a moment more. He wanted to inside you. Now.

He sets you down, standing you in front of him. He turns your body around so your back is to his chest and he gets down on his knees. One hand holds your hip while the other goes to unzip your skirt in the back. He let’s it fall to the ground and you step out of it.

Next he yanks off your pantyhose and panties, then applies a kiss to your ass. While he’s doing this, you take off your shoes and then get to working on your blouse. He stands up and helps you out of it, so that lands in the pile of clothes. He undoes your bra so then it easily slips off and you are now bare naked in front of your solider boyfriend.

He kisses the side of your neck, and leads them all the way to your earlobe, nibbling on it. His hand comes up to grip your breast and you moan loving what he’s doing to you.

“Now,” He whispers in your ear causing shivers to dance down your spine. “I want you to lay down, chest on the bed, no touching yourself and no peaking. Understand?”

“Yes Captain.” You say.

“Do it now.” He commands moving his hands away from you completely. Flushed, you walk over to the bed and do exactly what he says. He rids of his clothes quickly, looking over your perfect body. He loved you in every shape or form.

You felt his hands run over your ass, each hand gripping a cheek tightly. He let go, and slapped your ass-cheek, causing it to jiggle and for you to yelp in surprise.

“Gosh, I love your ass, especially in that skirt.” He says then leans down and pecks your shoulder blade. He gets on top of your body, putting his arms on either side to hold up his weight. “I’m so ready to ruin you.” He says and without further word he enters you.

Your eyes momentarily roll to the back of your head as your top body lifts up, involuntarily. Steve lays his hand on your breast and leans down so you can feel his breath right next to your ear. He sank himself deep inside of you, groaning in pleasure of how your walls immediately clenched around him.

He chokes on a moan breathing calmly. No matter how many times he fucks you, he’s never adjusted to how good you feel. You feel exactly the same way. Once you’re stretched fully he pulls out then thrusts back in, this time a bit more rough but slow.

He wants you to be adapted to the feeling first before he can take it to the next level. Though he really does want to just fuck the shit out of you, he valued your needs first. Always.

“You like that baby?” He asks moving his hand from you breast to your ass.

“Yes, Captain.” You whimper out as you bite your lip, turning your head to the side, feeling his lips against your temple.

“Mmm,” He hums. The sound of sweaty skin and wet sloshing fills the room heating up the moment. After a few more slow soft thrusts he begins to pick up the pace up a bit, getting a little more rough with you.

He puts both hands on the side of your body, fucking you thoroughly so your tits are bouncing everywhere. He watches the way his cock slides in and out of your slick wet pussy, your juices coating over his shaft. When his cock rubs over your g-spot you moan louder, not being able to hold back anymore.

“There it is.” He growls then stands up bringing your ass to the edge. You gasp and turn to see what he’s doing but don’t get to speak as he’s once again plowing into you, hard, fast, and relentlessly.

You let your face fall on the bed seeing as though you’re being fucked into oblivion. The tension in your core heated up ten times more with this position and the coil low down deep in your stomach began to unloosen. Oh you were so ready to come for your Captain.

“S-steve, I’m c-close, baby.” You whimper out, sitting up just a bit, while your body continues to bounce forward.

He replied by speeding up, hitting the spot, four, five, six more times and then you came with a shout all over his cock. You were so fortunate that the team was still at the club or else they would be on your asses for being so loud.

Steve grabbed your neck turning your head to the side and captured your lips with his, kissing your hard and rough; tongue and everything. You moan into his mouth as he doesn’t stop fucking you, wanting to get his fill.

“Ah, fuck, doll.” He groans against your lips. You feel his cock twitch inside of you and then it’s not a moment more until you feel his hot seed planting inside of you. The sensation of his come inside of you added to the pleasure of your high.

After riding out both of your highs, you lie side by side each other, panting, chests heaving up and down.

“I’m definitely wearing skirts more often now.” You say breathlessly.

“Then get prepared to not go on any more missions.”

“Why?’ You asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“Because you’re not gonna be able to walk for weeks, doll.”

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Decryption_Error: “The Server Room, Part I”

Summary: Elliot is locked in the server room by a few of his colleagues to stop him from ruining their Memorial Day weekend. Y/N, Elliot’s manager, finds him and comes up with a solution to fix the broken servers, but because of Elliot’s injuries and his refusal to go to a hospital, Y/N makes him stay at her place for the long weekend. As Elliot and Y/N bond for the first time outside of work, something a little more than friendship starts to emerge.

Summary/Mood Board

Word Count: 5800

Disclaimer: I know 0 things about technology and want to cry real tears for making my narrator Elliot’s boss. I sincerely apologize to anyone I offend for my whack tech references--please let me know if you need me to fix something because it’s awful and I will credit you for saving me some embarrassment!

Tags: @sherlollydramoine @rami-malek-trash @teamwolf2411 @thingsfandom @limabein @lovie-rami @txmel @hopplessdreamer @ouatlovr

Warnings: Physical injuries/blood, language, **=heavily paraphrased from a monologue on Robot

Author’s Note: I won’t be able to update this story as quickly as Remnants because my life is about to get crazy busy. However, I will do my best so y’all don’t lose interest : ) Special shoutout to @alottanothing for helping me get this story organized and underway! Thanks for being my cheerleader 💕

For fuck’s sake! I thought as I changed out of my swimsuit and into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, shoving my still wet feet into a pair of sandals.  

I had made it to my family’s place for Memorial Day weekend for the first time in years only to be called back to work because something happened to the servers. My boss, Miles, was out of town like everyone else in the goddamn city, and he trusted me as the Senior Manager to handle the situation.

CIStech Cybersecurity had been my life for the past four years. Starting as an Analyst really fostered my affinity for data and subsequently put me on the fast-track to become management. I liked working hard, and when I first started at CIStech, I would be mystified when I realized it was 10 pm, everyone had gone home, and I had skipped dinner (again) because I was 5,000 clicks deep into testing a contingency plan I created for scenario 11/1,000 in the event of a security breach.

My relationship with my job was complex--I knew I worked too much, but I needed those long days to help quell my anxiety; data gave me a focus and helped me make sense of a world that seemed to be drifting further and further into shades of grey, a place where evil and good barely served as separate entities anymore.

This long weekend was an important test for me—I needed to prove to myself that I could step away from the office and the world wouldn’t end, nor would my mental stability. 

Except that I did step away from the office and the world did end—sort of. So much for convincing my brain that taking time off was a good thing.

For the first three quarters of the drive into the city, I had gone over about 30 scenarios in my mind and just as I was about to drive myself crazy, I shook my head and cranked up the music. There was only so much I could mentally prep for until I knew whether the problem was physical or within the network.

Because everyone in the city had fled to escape the rising humidity, I was able to park on a side street about a half of a block from work. I swiped my badge to get into the lobby of CNC Precision Machining, our host company, then said a quick hello to the head of night security, Lance. I swiped my badge again to activate the elevator, and as I rode up to the 18th floor, my anxiety curled into a lead ball and made itself at home in my stomach. Something did not feel right, and I almost, almost went back downstairs to ask Lance to radio a guard.

But, how often do we actually act on our anxiousness? For me, I had to talk myself out of so many horrors a day that I always felt silly when I gave in to whatever idea had made itself at home in my mind.

I talked myself down, thinking, It’s almost 11 pm, and all I have to do is check the servers. Maybe one of the fans broke. Maybe a plug fell out. I can fix it and still get back to Mom and Dad’s by 2.

Once again, I swiped my badge. I entered CIStech’s wing, but as I opened the door to the cybersecurity offices and turned to deactivate the alarm, I saw it had never been set. My mouth fell open, and again the idea of turning back flitted through my mind, except being pissed overtook my apprehension.  

Whoever was the last to leave was getting a letter of reprimand. Sure, the building itself was secure, but to not set the alarm in a company’s tech security office? Inexcusable.

Since I was now fuming, the unset alarm compounding with my ire over my ruined start to the weekend, I grumbled away my nagging thoughts as I quickly walked to the server room, swiped my badge and scanned my fingerprint to open the door.

The harsh lights were on an automatic switch, so they popped to life as I stepped a few inches into the room; however, the crunch of plastic and the popping of glass made me stop, one foot poised in the air as I looked down to see what I stepped on.

The remnants of a server, or more than one server, were littered across the ground, and as I scanned for the source of the damage, the last thing I expected to find was a body. Immediately, my mind wondered if this was a trap, and then I wondered if the body was even alive.

My voice emitted a sort of strangled groan which caused the body on the floor to move—and when I saw that it wasn’t just a random body, my heart sank.

It was Elliot, my employee and my friend. 

***Eight Months Ago***

“Next up is Elliot Alderson. Recent grad. Bachelor’s in Computer Engineering from Stevens Institute of Tech. This is the guy with the impressive skill set, knowledgeable in everything we use. His portfolio backs it up, too.”

“Mmm, I remember reading through it and thinking if even half of it is legit, he’s smarter than everyone in that room put together,” Colin said, gesturing in the direction of the office floor.

“I tested his work on the headless Raspberry PI he sent with his portfolio—worked like a charm.”

“That could save us a lot of headaches,” JaLeah said, clicking through the description in Elliot’s portfolio again.

“Did you notice how streamlined his portfolio is? It’s masterfully organized and aesthetically pleasing,” I said, leaning over to look at JaLeah’s screen.

She hummed in agreement.

“Jayne? Bring in Mr. Alderson, please,” I said as I pressed the button on the wireless intercom.

At CIStech, we strived to maintain a comfortable atmosphere. Instead of a panel of interviewers, it was just myself and my two Supervisors. Instead of interviewing in our board room, we interviewed in my office, the three of us seated at a round table so when the applicant joined us, they felt less on-the-spot.

However, when Elliot Alderson walked in the room, his unease was so palpable I doubted anything would alleviate his nervousness.

“Mr. Alderson,” Colin began, extending his hand. “I’m Colin Greene, Supervisor.

Elliot paused long enough for me to give him a onceover, and peripherally, I saw JaLeah do the same.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, Senior Manager,” I said, shaking Elliot’s hand, his grip light as if the last thing he wanted to do in the world was touch me.

As JaLeah introduced herself, I took another quick inventory of Elliot Alderson. He was dressed well, although in clothes that were a bit too big on his small frame. His haircut, however, was immaculate, cut in a close fade on the sides with a mop of styled black hair on top.

His big, greyish eyes were moving around the room as if he were searching for the exit; and then, suddenly they stopped. It was like he reminded himself to pick a spot and focus.

“Go ahead and take a seat,” JaLeah said, sliding over the piece of paper that listed our interview questions.

As Elliot pulled out the chair and settled in, I explained what would happen during the interview, the goal to once again ease the nerves of the applicant. 

“So, Mr. Alderson, I’m going to explain the process for this interview. First, we will give you a few minutes to read over the questions on the paper in front of you. When you are ready, let us know and we will take turns asking those questions. Once the Q&A portion is complete, we will connect our laptops to the one right here via RDP, and we will ask you to complete a specific task. Any questions so far?”

Elliot shook his head no.

“Excellent. Please take a few minutes to read over the questions, feel free to jot down notes in the spaces provided, then let us know when you are ready to begin,” I explained, ending with a smile.

Elliot did not return my smile; instead, his eyes dropped to the interview questions. As I watched him scan the paper, I had to remind myself not to stare. There was something about him that drew me in. His eyes were unlike any I had ever seen, and I couldn’t stop thinking about that damn, overquoted line from one of Walt Whitman’s poems: “I contain multitudes.”

Looking at Elliot, it was clear he contained depths, and I wanted to know everything there was to know about him. I could count on one hand the number of times I felt so immediately intrigued by another person.

After a minute or two, Elliot looked up, his eyes flickering between the three of us, and said, “Okay.”

Colin began, asking Elliot to tell us about his schooling and his professional experience.

Elliot answered carefully, reciting his academic and professional history. His voice was deep, a soothing monotone that was more like a raspy rattle than a melodious note.

“Thank you,” I said once he had finished speaking. “Question two asks about the steps you would take to secure a server. Walk us through that process, please.”  

Once again, Elliot’s answer was correct and succinct.

“To secure a server, you use the SSL protocol for data encryption and decryption. Establish a secure password for your root and administrative users. Create the new users in the system. Remove remote access from the default root accounts. Configure your firewall rules for your remote access.”

I watched Elliot as he answered, his eyes focused on a spot over my shoulder. I made my notes as JaLeah moved on to the next question.

“What are the most common types of cyberattacks? Explain which attack you feel is most common and why it is most common.”

Elliot listed off the usual attacks with ease—phishing, malware, DDoS, password attacks, malvertising, man in the middle, but it was his answer to the second part of the question that allowed us to see a glimpse under his carefully crafted façade.

“People. People are the only reason cyberattacks happen and people are the ones who make it easy for hackers to execute any attack. The most common cyberattack in a large corporation is phishing—people are all too willing to provide information without first checking the origination. People who work in companies operate on autopilot, running their daily programs, usually without interruption, and in order to avoid a runtime error, people will click a link, enter their password, and by then, they have you.”**

We were all quiet for a moment and Elliot looked a bit surprised, as if he couldn’t believe what he just said aloud.

“Excellent answer, Mr. Alderson,” JaLeah said, narrowing her eyes and nodding, still mulling over Elliot’s response. “If only we knew how to prevent human error—but I supposed that would be a billion-dollar answer,” she finished, flashing him a smile.

He shrugged his shoulders and gave her a tiny smile in response.

That was the only real glimpse of Elliot’s personality we got for the rest of the interview, but he absolutely nailed the task, finding each vulnerability we set up in our system and fixing it in record time.

“Do you have any questions for us, Mr. Alderson?” I asked as we closed out the interview.

“I’ve already found out everything I needed to know,” Elliot replied, his eyes meeting and holding my gaze.

I smirked and nodded.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less, Mr. Alderson. You’ll hear from HR within 24 hours, either way,” I said as I hit the intercom.

“Please see Mr. Alderson out, Jayne.”

Elliot left as nervously as he entered, not bothering with any attempt at casual conversation to make his interview a bit more memorable.

As soon as the office door clicked shut, Colin leaned back in his chair and said, “No way. Guy’s weird.”

“Weird?” I questioned. “Since when is being nervous the same as being ‘weird’?”

“He didn’t make eye contact with me once—and not like in an ‘on the spectrum way.’ More like, he has a secret and no one can know it way. I’m not trying to be a dick—I just got a bad vibe.”

“Well, you are being a dick,” I said. “There are a thousand reasons why people struggle with eye contact, Colin. Don’t stereotype. Give me something factual if you really didn’t like him for the position.”

“And I remember a time when you couldn’t look me in the eye, Colin,” JaLeah said, her dark eyes flashing.

Colin rubbed his hands over his face and sighed.

“He didn’t elaborate on any of the questions—he spit back text-book answers on every one, except for JaLeah’s question about cyberattacks. I felt like he wasn’t hungry for this job—he acted like he didn’t really want it.”

I nodded my head.

“I wish he would have elaborated, too. However, I think his tech skills far outweigh any subpar people skills.”

“I agree with Y/N,” JaLeah said. “But I do see Colin’s point—remember when we had those interns? We ended up hiring Steph because she was able to build a rapport with everyone here. Granted, they all had about the same skill set, but her ability to communicate set her apart.”

“Doesn’t it also work in reverse, though--tech skills over people skills?”

Colin nodded in agreement. “It does.”

“So, let me make you both a deal: if any of the remaining candidates perform as well or better than Elliot Alderson on the task, we hire them. If not, we go with Alderson.”

“Works for me,” JaLeah said. “For the record, I did like him. He really spit some fire on that answer about human error.”

I smiled at JaLeah and nodded while Colin rolled his eyes.

“Alright—who’s up next?” he said, already accepting the idea that he was probably not going to win this one.  

* * * * *

I closed my eyes and rolled my neck, listening to the bones pop and crunch. It was time to get up and take a lap around the office before the blood decided to pool in my calves and send me to an early grave.

It was nearly 8 pm, so when I saw the illumination of a computer screen reflected in a set of big grey eyes, I was a bit surprised. Elliot Alderson had accepted our offer and started at CIStech three weeks ago. He was proving to be an excellent engineer, and once he settled in, I wanted to assign him to the white hat team.

However, Colin saw fit to initiate a trial by fire and made Elliot the project manager for the development of a new code that could counter a DDoS flooding attack.  

Colin may have done it to be an asshole, but I permitted it out of curiosity to see if my hire had what it took to climb. It was already clear that Elliot’s skills were unmatched. If he could pitch, he would be on the fast-track to becoming my boss one day.

When he saw me approach, his fingers immediately stilled and a look of apprehension crossed his features.

“Hey, Elliot. Working late?” I asked, surprised at the butterflies in my stomach as I initiated a conversation with him.

“I’m sorry if I disturbed you, Ms. Y/L/N. I didn’t realize how late it was,” Elliot said in his deep voice, his words rolling out in that gentle monotone.

“Y/N. It’s Y/N—we don’t do that Mr. and Ms. stuff once you’re hired. Call me crazy, but I like to think of all 50 or so of us as a family. Distant and dysfunctional, sure. But whose family isn’t?” I finished with an awkward chuckle at my own joke.

Elliot looked at me, his expression unreadable, and said nothing for what felt like an obscene amount of time. I’m certain my cheeks colored at my failed attempt at a joke and his subsequent silence. I began to feel an urgent need to fill the quietness with this almost-stranger I just called “family” when Elliot finally spoke.

“That’s . . . nice.”

I laughed and said, “You’re not much of a talker, are you?”

Elliot gave me a tiny smile, if you could even call the fleeting upturn of his lips before they drew back into a straight line a smile.

“No. I’m not.”

I thought for a few seconds, wanting my first one-on-one interaction with Elliot to be right. A thousand things to say barreled through my mind like Shanghai’s Maglev, and I saw Elliot’s attention turn back to his computer, his fingers twitching, probably wondering if it would be rude to go back to work.

“Do you know what I wish, Elliot?” I said, my words rushed as I reigned in the speeding train of my thoughts.

“No,” Elliot said, looking at me with genuine confusion.

“I wish we had a code we could input to just automatically cut out the bullshit of small talk. Imagine if our minds could input all of that information—we’d know right away whether or not a person was to our liking, whether they would be someone who could become our friend.”

Elliot looked at me, his eyes shining from the monitor in the dark of the office, his mouth a bit agape; he looked at me as if I were either the first human he’d ever seen or the last human he’d ever see—I couldn’t make up my mind on the former or the latter.

“Is that totally crazy?” I asked.

“It’s the least crazy thing I’ve ever heard,” Elliot said, his voice breaking with its normal monotone to convey honesty.  

I smiled, and the butterflies in my stomach finally settled. I moved around Elliot’s desk and leaned on the edge. He scooted his chair back so he could angle it toward me, his hands fidgeting, unsure what to do without a keyboard underneath of them.

“I’m willing to pretend that code is real—we’ve scanned each other, determined we’re cool, and can now proceed along the route of friendship. At least, that’s what my data has output.”

Elliot grinned, and the fucking butterflies came back in full force. There was no part of my 8 pm afterwork self that was equipped to handle how damn good-looking this guy was.  

“My data reads the same,” he said, his smile turning shy, his eyes flickering away from my face and toward the floor.

“Excellent. So, as emerging friends, I want to confess that, believe or not, I’m not much of a talker either.”

“I—I don’t think we are the same kind of not-talkers,” Elliot said, frowning up at me.

“Do me a favor. Tomorrow, pay attention after you pitch the DDoS counter plan. Once the pitch is out, everyone shoots off their own ideas and if they don’t have an original thought, they’ll turn to criticism. I won’t say a word—I never do.”

“Why?” Elliot asked, clearly interested because his response was immediate.

“Because I listen. People are so consumed by a need to have self-validation that they talk just to talk, hoping something that comes out of their mouth is what sparks someone else’s path to self-validation. It’s a . . . circle jerk, if you don’t mind me speaking in my ‘off the clock’ tongue.”

Elliot’s mouth had dropped open a little again as he listened, his brows drawn in as he gave it some thought—well, a lot of thought because once again, the silence bordered on oppressive before he spoke again.

“I thought people only said things like that inside their minds. Especially bosses.”

“Did I reveal an inherent human truth you were unaware of?”

Elliot chuckled, a gravelly rumble, and it was the cutest damn thing I had ever heard.

“No—I’ve thought the same thing for as long as I can remember.”

“See? Our data chose well. Now, do you want to sit there and tell me more about how unalike we are or are you ready to trust me enough to help you with whatever is plaguing you about pitching tomorrow?”

“How did you—” Elliot began before sighing and popping off of his chair to stalk over to the window. It took me by surprise that a little piece of his mask was so readily falling away.

I stayed where I was, even though his form was little more than a shadow that moved against the backdrop of the lighted city.

“I am not good with people,” Elliot said, his voice sounding harsh and too loud in the quiet office. “I don’t know how to talk to them one-on-one, so I sure as hell don’t know how to talk to them in a group. All I can think of when I get in front of anyone is how much of an idiot they think I am. I even typed up a letter of resignation,” Elliot said, his voice returning to its normal murmur with his confession.

This time, it was my turn to nurse the quiet. I thought about saying, Bullshit—you’re talking to me. You can do anything you put your mind to! But Elliot wasn’t someone who needed a pep-talk. He was deeper than that—probably even deeper than I could ever comprehend. “I’m not gonna bullshit you. You could walk out of here and get hired just about anywhere in any one of these buildings with your skill set. But I’d like to believe that you care, maybe just a little, that I am the one who extended you an offer—gave you a shot at your first ‘real’ job. So, yeah, you can run. But you’ll hurt my feelings if you do.” Whatever Elliot was expecting me to say, it wasn’t that. He walked back to stand in front of me and he blinked those big eyes that were once again a reflection of the light blue of the desktop.

“You don’t even know me enough to be affected by anything I do. I’m just another cog in the wheel.” I thought we were on a path to friendship, but if this was Elliot’s response to my admission I cared about whether or not he quit, I knew he was hiding, deep, deep inside of himself. “What makes you think you’re unworthy of general human concern? You are human, aren’t you?” I said, once again making an awkward joke for myself to softly laugh at. “I—I didn’t mean that I—" “Careful, Elliot. You intrigue me. And when people intrigue me, I have to figure them out. Have to.”

Elliot took off toward the window again, pacing as he struggled to convey his fear.

“Like I said, I’m not much of a talker and I’m not very good with people. I can do anything with a computer, but people. I just . . . can’t.”

“Mmm, until I see a T-800 running around and declaring “I’ll be back,” I will disagree with you that you can do ‘anything’ with a computer.”

Elliot stopped pacing and turned to face me, his head comically turned to the side as he decided whether or not to finally laugh at one of my jokes.

This time, he did laugh, a soft little chuckle as he shook his head and shoved his hands in his pants’ pockets.

“Let me make you an offer—”

“An offer I can’t refuse?”

I giggled and shook my head.

“Yes! He jokes! We really are on the path to friendship. . . which means, I want to help you: Fill me in on the details of what you’ve designed, and we can practice. Come on—we’ll go in the meeting room.”

“I can’t ask you to—”

“You did not ask. I gave you a command. All you have to do is type Y,” I said in a sing-song voice, smiling before pushing off the edge of his desk and walking toward the meeting room.

I turned after a moment to see Elliot grab his laptop and follow me.

When we crossed the office to the meeting room, I paused with my hand on the door.

“Actions help us believe what our minds have convinced us not to believe—if I truly thought you were nothing more than a cog, would I give my time to you? Tell me—what’s more valuable than time?”

Elliot didn’t answer me. Instead, he smiled at me, his expression conveying his gratitude.

I turned the knob and walked toward the sofa, plopping onto the cushion.

“So, fill me in.”

* * * * *

Elliot and I passed many nights like this, and I quickly realized Elliot wasn’t going to follow in my footsteps and climb up the management ladder. After his DDoS proposal, Colin followed my recommendation and moved Elliot to the white hat hackers, a small team of ten. The white hats worked a little more in isolation than the other techs, which is what Elliot wanted. 

So, we worked. We talked. We listened. We ate too much take-out and spent too many late hours at the office.

Our data was compatible, which would be Elliot-speak for saying, “We became friends.” 

***Present***

“Elliot! Elliot, what happened?” I asked as I dropped to my knees and rolled him the rest of the way onto his back.

His eyes snapped open and darted around the room, looking everywhere but at me. Elliot scooted away and backed up to the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest and crossing his arms over his legs. He looked like a trapped, feral animal, trying to make itself as small as possible to avoid capture.

I noticed the cuts and the trails of blood that smeared across his hands, and I saw that there was blood on the floor where he had been laying. As I looked him over, I also saw a gash across his forehead that ran into his hairline. Blood was still trickling down the side of his face.

“Elliot,” I said again in a soft, calm voice.

He still didn’t react; instead, he looked around the room and started mumbling, thumping the back of his head off the wall.

I got up and quickly moved to drop down in front of him, placing my hand between his head and the wall. It looked like he already had a concussion and I didn’t want him to hurt himself anymore.

“Elliot. Hey. It’s Y/N. You’ve gotta focus, sweetheart. Focus on my voice.”

I kept repeating myself in the same soothing tone. After a few moments, I slowly reached out and grasped his shoulder, running my thumb over the material of his light grey dress shirt.

Slowly, Elliot stopped moving his head and his eyes stopped darting. I still had no idea what he was mumbling and if it weren’t for the vibrations of his chest and the very subtle movements of his lips, I wouldn’t have known he was speaking.

When Elliot finally fixed his eyes on my face, his brows contracted into confusion.

“Y/N?” he said, his voice raspy, like someone who had been talking too loudly over music or who had smoked too many cigarettes in a night.

“Hey,” I said smiling and removing my hand from his shoulder.

“Shit! The servers!” Elliot said, and tried to dart up, but I held him back.

“No. Don’t move. Your head is bleeding and so are your hands. I need to get you to a hospital.”

Once again Elliot’s eyes began to look everywhere but my face and he tried to scramble up. This time, he broke free from my grasp and I found myself flat on my ass as he bolted up from the floor.

He didn’t get very far because after about three steps he swooned and crashed into one of the broken servers. I scrambled to my feet and helped him sit back down on the floor.

“See? Hospital. Now.”

This time Elliot looked right at me, his eyes filled with tears as he begged me not to take him to a hospital. The display of pure emotion was a shock for me—even though Elliot and I spent a lot of time together, he was always very careful in his interactions and remained emotionally distant. To see him so vulnerable made me rethink my insistence.

“Shh, okay. Okay. Listen—I don’t know if you’re concussed or what, but can you tell me anything about what happened? Or when this happened? If the tapes never went out. . .” I trailed off, unable to even imagine the repercussions.  

“The courier left at 4:48.”

I raised my eyebrow at Elliot’s precise answer.

“Okaaaay.”

“I remember the time because—” Elliot broke off and looked away.

“Because why?”

“That’s when they locked me in here,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible over the buzzing of the air conditioning that kept the server room so cool.

My phone rang, startling both of us. As I talked, Elliot retreated further into himself again, his knees pressed to his chest once more, his eyes fixed firmly on the floor.

“Yes, I’m at work, Miles.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah.”

“We definitely have a problem, but everything’s been backed up—the tapes were couriered out this afternoon.”

“No—you don’t need to come in.”

“Uh, it’s a problem with the a few of the servers themselves, some broken parts. Listen, I promise—I’ll take care of it and everything will be up and running on Tuesday like nothing ever happened.”

“You’re welcome—enjoy your night.”

“I will. Bye.”

I hung up the phone and stood up, leaving Elliot to himself for a moment. I surveyed the damage that was apparently done by Elliot himself. My mind couldn’t even grasp the idea that people I supervised, many of whom I had hired myself, would do something so inhumane.

It was no secret that people avoided Elliot, even his white hat teammates—he was closed off, smarter than most of them, and worked harder than all of them. I wasn’t blind to the way he was he treated, but I also knew him in a different way; I knew he kept to himself because it was so difficult for him to socialize with people he considered strangers.

I also knew Elliot didn’t mean to do this.

After I surveyed the damage, I began thinking outloud, “Towers 2, 3, 6, and 7 are fucking toast, but the rest are untouched. I need to synchronize the traffic to the secondary servers and synch the databases. Since it’s Memorial Day weekend, the traffic is light enough that no real damage should have been done. I have a friend who might be able to get us new towers.”

Elliot was watching me as I talked and figured out how to fix his mess.

“I can—” he began, but I cut him off.

“I have to tell them how this happened, Elliot. I’m not making any promises, but if I can fix it by Tuesday morning, you might be able to keep your job. And I can promise you, the fucking assholes that did this to you won’t.”

Elliot looked to the floor again, his face filled with sadness.

“Sit—do not move while I grab some papertowels and ice.”

Elliot gave me a barely perceptible nod, and I went off to gather what I needed to ice his head and clean up the blood.

When I came back, Elliot was sitting at the desk in the server room, his fingers poking over the keys on the keyboard.

“Damnit, Elliot! I said not to move.”

“This is all my fault. I have to fix it. I have to fix it. I have to—”

I cut him off by lifting his arms away from the keyboard and scooting the rolling chair back. Elliot turned his bloodshot eyes to mine, the rims lined with red and I wondered if he’d been crying.

I sighed and placed my hands on both of his shoulders.

“This is not your fault,” I said firmly, my eyes flickering between his, refusing to release him from my gaze until he listened to me.

Elliot opened his mouth, then closed it, choosing not to fight me.

“Hold this on your head,” I said, tearing my eyes from his face, and reaching for the ice pack I had set on the desk.

Elliot complied, and I turned back to the desk to finish synchronizing the servers. Once I was done, I wiped up the blood on the floor with the wet papertowels, then unplugged the damaged servers.

“Now, let’s get out of here. Your head is still bleeding,” I said as I made a final lap to check for damage.

I helped Elliot up by wedging my hand under his elbow, careful to avoid his fucked up hands. For a moment, the two of us were face-to-face. His eyes lifted up to look into mine and I sighed, reaching up to grasp his chin and turn his head to look at the gash.

“Head wounds are the worst. Never can tell how deep they are,” I whispered, looking closely at his cut.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“I know, El. Come on.”

Elliot followed me out of the server room and I locked the door. After throwing away the bloodied papertowels in the bathroom, I came out to see Elliot at his desk, struggling into his hoodie, hissing as his bleeding and bruised hands slid through the fabric.

“I’ll get your backpack,” I said as I approached and reached under his desk to pull it out. “Is there anything else you need?”

Elliot shook his head no and I shrugged into his backpack. He stayed close as I set the alarm and waited for the elevator, neither one of us wanting to talk.

“Good night, Lance,” I called toward the front desk as I kept walking.

“Eh, Ms. Y/L/N? Do you need me to call—”

“Nope—all is well! Sorry you’re stuck here tonight, though,” I said with a wave.

“Me, too,” Lance answered, chuckling a little.

I led Elliot to the passenger door of my SUV, opening it and then waiting for Elliot to get in. Once I made sure he was settled, I shut the door and opened up the back door to take off his backpack and place it onto the seat.

I got in, buckled up, and put the key in the ignition. The radio started belting out the Britney Spears song I was rocking to on the way in, and I quickly turned it down after Elliot and I both jumped.

“Now you know my darkest secret,” I said shaking my head.

Elliot looked at me, the hint of the smallest smile in the universe turning up one corner of his mouth.

“I’m taking you to my place and I don’t want an argument. I have a friend who is a PA and I’m going to call her. She’s going to look at your head and if she says you need to go to the hospital, you are going to go. Is that clear?”

Elliot frowned and his eyes looked to the door as if he was contemplating whether or not he could escape.

I quickly put the SUV in gear and swerved out into the street to prevent him from making a move.

“Ok,” he said quietly, knowing he had no other choice.

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Pictured with You (Epilouge)

A/n: we have come to an end to this story of mine. Thank you for sticking around for so long.

Summary: It's been a year, and you're looking for something to do on this week long vacation.

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 1.9k

***

One year later

We wanted a week away from the craziness. Just one week for ourselves and our friends to hang out and not care about having to work - me on the finishing touches of the new album, which I'm actually stressing about right now because y/n still knows next to nothing about it. And that's stupid of me because literally every song is about her and if she tells me she doesn't want that then I'm screwed because I have nothing else to give the label.

She's kicking her feet softly from the edge of the pool, looking nothing less than breathtaking as the blinding sun hits her body just right. I swim away from my friends and to my rightful spot between her legs. Y/n looks down at me when I press a gentle kiss to the tops of her thighs. "Whatcha thinking about, love?"

She hums, running a lazy finger down the column of my neck. "Nothing. Just like watching you have fun, is all."

"It'd be more fun if you got in with me."

"I think you have attachment issues, Mendes."

"Yeah?" I bite playfully at her knee and she laughs, trying to push my head away. "Might have a point there… but I'm not gonna fix that."

"Gonna cling to me more?" She teases as my hands snake around her body, resting softly on the curve of her butt.

"Mmm…" I mumble against her neck. "Never gonna stop clinging to you. Gonna hold you like this forever and ever."

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Get in with me," I beg, jutting out my bottom lip as her hands lace through my wet curls. "I'll carry you." That gets her attention.

"Okay," she nods. "Well get me in, rockstar." I smile up at her and swiftly, but carefully bring her down into the pool with me. She shudders at the feel of the cool water against her warm skin. "Fucking hell, it's cold!" Her teeth chatter as she rests her head on my shoulder, arms wrapping tightly around my neck to steal my body heat. We stay like for minute, allowing her to get used to the unfamiliar temperature. "We're good," she mumbles and I slowly move us over to our friends who are goofing around, splashing each other.

"Oh good, she came to join us!" Brian exclaims. Before I know it, y/n is tugged from my arms and being spun around until she's finally thrown into the pool, completely submerged in the chlorine filled water. "There," Brian says triumphantly, with a laugh. "Now you're on our level."

She pushes her baby hairs out of her face with a shake of her head and an exaggerated eye roll, "so thoughtful, Bri. Thanks for that." She splash him once before taking my outstretched hand.

"Sorry, honey," I mumble into her hair, pressing her back to my front. "He caught me off guard."

"S'okay." Her head rests against my chest as we watch them make fools of themselves, not a care in the world. I whisper the words of the song playing into her ear and she falls deeper into me, wrapping my arms tighter around her waist.

"Y/n/n?" I say after a while of comfortable silence drifting between us.

"Shawny," she scrunches up her nose, hating the cutesy nickname, but she can't help that it comes out when she's a little tipsy. I love it though, and kiss the tip of her nose.

"Move in with me," I request, my head buried in her neck.

"What?" She giggles, turning in my arms.

"Move in with me," I say again.

"Where's this coming from?" She wraps her arms around my neck once again.

I shrug, "I mean, you've been going over there a lot more often recently. And… I have a drawer full of your clothes already."

She hums, "well I think I'd need more than just a drawer if we decided to do this."

"I'll get you your own damn closet if you want."

"You'd have to move houses if you did that."

"Then let's look for one. We can find one with a closet just for you, and we can make you your own dark room."

"Whoa there, big spender. That's a big commitment. You sure you can handle all that?"

I nod, "Yes. Hell, I'm ready to marry you right now if you say yes."

She looks up at me with a smirk. "you asking me something, Mendes?"

"Depends on what your answer is," I counter. "What do you say, honey? Will you marry me?"

"I think… my answer is… yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes," she nods, a big smile on her face.

I laugh, pressing my forehead against hers before kissing her deeply. "Oh god, baby. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Let's do it tonight," I plead, my eyes closed.

"Tonight?"

"Yeah. Let's fly out to Vegas and just get married."

"You really want to? I don't even have a dress."

"We'll get you something there. Come on, y/n. Say yes?"

"You," she pokes my chest with her pointer finger, "are completely insane."

I shake my head, "is that your way of saying you'll do it?"

"Well duh," she rolls her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing that we were gonna do this.

"Yo, what is with you two? Do you ever let go of each other?" Connor asks, splashing us.

I hold y/n's head against my chest before I ask. "You guys down for a quick road trip?"

"Where?" Brian asks, shaking out his wet hair.

"Vegas," I say with a cheeky grin.

"What's that look? What are you planning?" Connor questions.

"Y'all feel like being witnesses to a wedding?" Y/n asks, sparing only the smallest of glances to our friends. They're in complete shock. But it only takes a second before they're jumping on top of us, screaming out congratulations.

"Shit, let's go! We hit the road now, we can be there just after sunset." Brian is already pulling himself out of the water.

---

"Nervous?" Brian claps my shoulder while I fix the collar of my shirt.

I chuckle, "dude, my heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest. I've never been more nervous in my entire life."

"Well what's that thing you always say? Nerves mean you care?"

"Yeah," I nod. "But, god, man. I'm getting married. Did you ever think that was gonna happen? Like this, no less?"

"Hey," he holds the sides of my face and slaps my cheeks. "Don't stress about it. The love of your life is just on the other side of that door. You're just minutes away from your forever. This is going to be the best day of your life."

I swallow the lump forming in my throat, "Yeah. You're right. It's y/n." I can't help but laugh. Because I say it like I'm not still a nervous wreck every time she looks at me. Like my heart doesn't skip a beat every time she smiles. Like I don't forget what I'm about to say because I get lost in those piercing -

The door opens and Connor starts walking down the aisle, arm linked with y/n's, and I swear my breath catches in my throat. She looks beautiful in the white blouse we just got her, and the high waisted, ripped jeans that she insisted on wearing because a skirt was just not her. And I agreed, but to be fair she could tell me she wanted to wear a paper bag and I would have went along with it because I just want her. It's not until she's in front of me, wiping at my cheek that I realize I've been crying watching her walk toward me.

"Hey, come on, bub. Marrying me can't be that bad," she jokes.

I laugh, wiping roughly at my face, "Jesus, no. You're just so beautiful."

She flips her hair playfully, "Well then what are you waiting for, Mendes? You gonna marry me or not?"

Mendes. She's about to be a Mendes, and I can't wait.

---

I wake up the next morning, sheets thrown haphazardly over me and the beautiful girl in my arms. I watch her figure for a few minutes, once I've adjusted to the bright light the sun brings into the room. Her hair is all over the place, but still framing her face perfectly as her eyes moved rapidly behind her eyelids. Her naked chest is just barely covered by the white bedsheets, one arm thrown over her stomach. And then my eyes land on that dainty ring she fell in love with the second I slipped it on her finger last night and it hits me that I'm laying in bed next to my wife. And I let myself think about how I get to wake up next to her forever. It's the most perfect moment.

Until my phone rings beside me and suddenly it isn't anymore.

"Hey, Andrew," I whisper as I answer his FaceTime call.

"WHAT IS THIS I'M SEEING ABOUT YOU GETTING MARRIED?!" Andrew's loud voice booms through my phone and I flinch because y/n stirs beside me.

"Shh…" I point my phone to my girl who is still sleeping, thankfully.

"You got married. Don't you think that's something you should tell your manager so that he's not blindsided early the next morning by all of these pap photos and articles and hundreds of texts and emails asking if it's true?"

"Well I am sorry I didn't tell you."

"So you did? Shawn, what were you thinking? This is everywhere right now."

"I was thinking that I have the most perfect woman by my side and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with her and that I wanted the rest of my life to start right then and there. That's what I was thinking. I'm sorry I didn't tell you and I'm sorry that it's online. But I'm not sorry it happened. I have everything I've ever wanted right here next to me." I look over to see y/n looking up at me with a sleepy smile.

"Shawn," my manager tries to grab my attention, but I can't seem to focus on anything other than the smiling woman next to me.

"If you'll excuse me. My wife just woke up and I would like to give her a proper good morning." I shut my phone off and reach over to brush a strand of hair from my girl's face. "Hey there, beautiful." I say quietly and lean down to press a soft kiss to her lips.

She hums, "good morning, handsome."

"Sleep well? You were… very tired last night," I say with a smirk and she moves to slap me, but I'm quick to catch her wrist.

"Nuh-uh, Mrs. Mendes." She giggles into my chest. "What? What's so funny?"

"Nothing," she shook her head, her hands on either side of my face. "It's just the first time I've heard it like that. I like it."

"Me too."

"So Andrew's mad."

I shrug. "He'll get over it. Now come cuddle," I lay on my beck and open my arms for her. It doesn't take long for her to shrink into my side, head on my chest.

"You still want to be married to me?" She murmurs, half asleep once again.

I press my lips to the crown of her head, "for the rest of my life, baby."

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With Love & Courage

With Love & Courage  Words: 983 Reader x Bucky Barnes Prompt: “This is a huge Halloween party and it’s a bit suffocating, but you brought your dog and he’s in the cutest costume and he’s super sweet so I’m just gonna sit on the floor and pet him because I’m about 2 seconds from an anxiety attack” AU from: @itsemil​ & @dailyau​

“Happy Halloween.” You commented to yourself before tossing back the shot in your hand. You had put yourself in a time out in a literal corner of the room. It wasn’t your first Stark Halloween Bash, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. But despite your multiple experiences at Tony’s parties over the years, you still found yourself overwhelmed.

The party was being held, like always, in one of the training rooms at the Avenger’s Compound. It was one of the few places that was big enough to hold all of the Avengers, their family and friends. Regardless of how spacious the room was it still felt too hot and too loud to you. There was music pumping from all around the place and several different conversations were all happening at once over the sound of Michael Jackson’s Thriller.

It was worth mentioning that parties weren’t your favorite thing, but you loved you friends and the team rarely got a chance to socialize. That was how you managed to talk yourself into going to each of these parties. All your friends will be there. You’ll have a good time! (It also helped that you liked Halloween.)

You decided to get yourself another shot from the bar. Tony’s signature drink that evening was a three layer candy corn flavored shot. They were sweet as hell, but they tasted delicious. You were about to leave for the bar when something cold and wet touched your thigh. Surprised and slightly concerned, you looked down. Staring up at you was a cheerful golden retriever. The dog was wearing a lion costume and looked positively adorable in it.

“Why hello cutie!” You exclaimed, crouching down the pet the retriever. “Where did you come from?” You asked. While you stroked the dog, it leaned forward and gently licked your face. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“Oh, there you are.” A voice remarked with relief. You looked up to see Steve’s friend Bucky standing over you. “Oh, hey, it’s [Y/N] right?”

“Mmm-hmmm.” You nodded. You moved from crouching to kneeling on the floor and kept petting the dog. Bucky joined you on the floor. Somehow you found it was easier to talk low to the ground while the rest of the room’s sound floated above you.

“This is Courage.” He told you in an almost normal volume.

“Awww, Courage is a big brave lion, today isn’t he?” You asked, scratching the dog behind the ears. Courage gave your face another appreciative lick. “I didn’t know you had a dog.” You added to Bucky.

“It’s a recent thing. Rogers got him for me. He says it’s going to help me with my anxiety.” Bucky mumbled the last part almost as if he were embarrassed.

“Does it help?” You asked.

“Sometimes, I guess.” He shrugs.  

“Well, Courage really helped me out of a tight spot didn’t you pal?” You playfully asked the dog. “I banished myself to this corner because I was going through a bit of a sensory overload.” You told Bucky. “You know, the flashing lights, the seemingly endless sea of people…I was about to get another drink to try and help my nerves, then Courage came along.”

“That explains why he took off on me.” Bucky smiled. “One minute I was scratching the back of his ears and then he took off like a bullet. Guess he knew you needed him.”

“Thanks for the assist Courage, I think I’m good now.” You began to rise to your feet but Bucky gently caught your arm.

“I think Courage needs to go outside for a walk. Would you like to join us?” He asked. You looked across the room at the overwhelming group of party guest and knew that you weren’t ready to rejoin them yet.

“Fresh air sounds great.” You agreed. You, Bucky and Courage weaved your way through the crowd and exited the training room as quickly as possible. You started walking together down the hall, the almost defining noise of the party fading into the background.

“Soooo, no Halloween costume?” You asked him, gesturing towards his outfit. It was a simple look composed of jeans, a hoodie, a baseball cap and sunglasses.

“What are you talking about? I’m an incognito Avenger.” He told you with a laugh. You paused to think about what he was saying. He was right. Almost every mission you’d been on where hiding in plain sight would be required Steve would tell you to throw on a hoodie, sunglasses and a ball cap. You’d never realized how ridiculous that was. You started laugh.

“Wow.” Bucky sighed. I don’t think I’ve heard you laugh before.

“What are you talking about?” You asked with confusion. “I laugh all the time.”

“Maybe just not around me.” Bucky suggested quietly. “Don’t worry it’s not just you, I make most people uncomfortable. It’s my own fault.” He shrugged. “because of the things I’ve done in my past.”

“Bucky everyone here knows that those things you did weren’t your fault.” You place a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I understand how difficult it can be to forgive yourself for the past but maybe knowing that you have someone in your corner will help.”

“Someone like you?” He asked. You didn’t hesitate with your answer.

“Yes. I’d be happy to help you Buck.” You nodded.

“You’re not scared, that I might hurt you?” He wanted to know.

“Should I be?” You questioned.

“No, of course not!” He assured you.

“Good. And I wont be, unless you give me a valid reason to be. Is that understood?” He nodded.

“You’re either incredibly brave or crazy.” He smirked.

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Don’t You Believe Me?

Request: Could you write a klaus imagine where it’s a couple years post-canon. the reader has been pining for him for ages but swallows it cus they don’t believe he returns their feelings. when he tells them that he loves them they’re just like “lmao sure” cus all of their friends and partners have left them and no one has ever loved them enough to stay so they don’t believe him. They aren’t like sad about it either, just resigned and making light of it to deal with how much it hurts to not be wanted.

Pairing: Klaus x Reader (Oneshot)

“He’s probably lying, though,” you mutter to yourself, chewing on your thumbnail as you pace around your small room, bare feet sinking into Emily’s plush carpet with every step. Your phone is in your hand, screen glowing as it displays the nine-word text that’s causing you so much anxiety. When the screen dims, you tap it again. You just need to look at the text in order to get a feel for it.

“What does he have to gain from lying to you?” your roommate, Emily, asks from where she’s laying on her stomach on her bed. Her hair is curled perfectly and her clothes are fashionable and look cute. You don’t know how she does it. You always look terrible no matter how hard you try and your hair can’t hold a curl to save your life. It’s especially impressive considering how just yesterday she’d been bawling her eyes out.

“He could humiliate me!” you exclaim, your voice loud. Someone in the hall down yells to shut up, which in turn makes other people yell at them, until everyone’s yelling and then it lapses into stony, brooding silence. You hiss, “He could be saying it to stand me up or something!”

“Y/N, we’re not in middle school anymore,” Emily responds. “Trust me, no one’s going to be putting in this much effort in order to stand you up.”

“I don’t know,” you say, your phone screen dimming once more. You tap the screen and accidentally on the new message, which means now Charles will be able to see that you’ve opened up the text. “Shit!” You drop your phone like a hot potato. The offending text glares up at you: You know, you’re actually rly cute. Wanna meet up?

“Haven’t you guys been talking for, like, weeks?” Emily asks, blowing a large bubble and sending her friend a SnapChat. “Yeah, trust me, guys like that lose interest after three days on average.” She should know; she did an actual study on the habits of boys and girls when talking to people on instant messaging, and if the male isn’t interested he apparently gives up after three days. You guess she hadn’t studied how many guys cheat on their girlfriends or she wouldn’t have started dating her boyfriend, but she hardly looks worse for the wear.

“What about the outliers?” you ask miserably. Charles is active on Instagram right now, which means he’s probably waiting for your response. He’s seen that you’ve seen it. He might be getting annoyed that you’re taking too long. He might be laughing with his friends about how they’re guessing you’re freaking out.

“The most extreme outlier was a week, Y/N,” Emily says not-so-patiently. She’s normally pretty good at handling you when you’re like this, but recently she found out her boyfriend’s been cheating on her, and she had to pull an allnighter last night to study for her Calculus quiz. Now she’s plotting her revenge on the cheating Michael. “Trust me. Nobody even finds that all that entertaining, anyway. You’re not going to get stood up.”

Your phone screen hasn’t even turned off before you decide, “No, I’m canceling it. Nope. Nope. I’m blocking him.”

“Y/N!” Emily jerks her head up to look at you, brown eyes widening with horror, but you’ve already done it. Her voice is surprisingly shrill when she exclaims againn, “Y/N!”

“Shut up!” somebody yells again, followed by multiple people shushing them.

“Oh, jeez,” you say, your hands shaking as you shove your phone in your pocket. “Nope, nope, nope. Did not like that.”

“You’re pathetic,” Emily sighs, shaking her head. “He was cute. He seemed sweet. You’re just being crazy.”

“I’m sorry, are you standing up for boys in general now?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips. “Last time I checked, your boyfriend’s a douche.”

“First of all, no, I wasn’t talking about all boys, just Charles. He seemed nice. Second of all,” Emily glares at you, “low blow, dude.”

“Sorry,” you groan, dragging a hand down your face. “I’m just… not good at this.”

“You just need to get over him,” Emily says, standing up. She puts a perfectly manicured hand on your arm and crinkles her brow at you. “Trust me. Pining over Klaus for eternity isn’t going to make you feel any better. Rebound dudes are the absolute best to date, because everything they do feels so crazy amazing!” She’s already got her rebound dude from Michael picked out.

“I know,” you insist, folding your arms. “I’m getting over him. It’s just… I had a bad feeling about Charles,” you invent wildly.

Emily crosses her arms and raises one skeptical eyebrow. “Mmm-hmm, sure.”

“What about you?” you ask, sitting down heavily on your bed and wiping your phone screen on your jean pants. “What are you thinking for Michael?”

“Honestly, I was thinking about cutting three inches off my hair and posting a selfie with the caption ‘Not gonna miss those three inches, Mike’.” Emily flips her hair over her shoulder and sends another photo to a friend. “What do you think?”

You laugh. “That sounds really funny. I’ll be the first to like it.”

“Honestly, now I think about it, why’d I stay with a guy that barely hits four inches?” she muses, tapping her chin with her pointer finger.

“I believe I asked you that when you started dating him,” you mutter. “And you responded that he was sweet.”

“Character is out,” Emily decides. “The length of the dick is all that matters now, as long as he’s not a total asshole and, like, a wifebeater.”

“As you do,” you nod.

It was the whole ‘your boyfriend’s a douche’ comment, you’re sure of it.

Emily has moved out of the room you shared together.

It’s not like you weren’t expecting it, either; since when has anyone ever wanted anything to do with you? Your own parents abandoned you and when you tried to track them down, they had another little girl and were not interested in talking to you. The rare times you’ve gotten a boyfriend he’d dumped you quickly, unable to handle your fears of abandonment.

Even the goddamn cat you adopted from the shelter ran away.

So no. You’re the opposite of a magnet. Nobody ever wants to be with you. They don’t even want to be in the same room as you.

Your phone buzzes. It’s Klaus Hargreeves, your oldest friend, and you’re trying to calculate how long it’ll be until he leaves you too. Everyone else has. It’s only a matter of time.

Klaus: Hey, Y/N, wanna come over? I’ve got a surprise for you!

Honestly, you’re surprised he’s texted you. He hasn’t in the last three days, which frankly isn’t very unusual for him, but your anxieties are in overdrive and have been since coming home and seeing the ‘Goodbye’ note on the door.

‘Y/N, I’m going to be living with some other friends for the rest of the semester.’

Translation: I’m finally ditching you for my better friends.

‘No hard feelings, right?’

Translation: I’m trying to be as polite as possible, don’t get mad at me for ditching you, you loser.

‘I’ll still see you around!’

Translation: But only in passing; don’t try to talk to me in public.

‘—Emily’

Translation: You were super fucking annoying. Thank God I’m out.

Within seconds, you text Klaus back, saying, What time? And what sort of surprise?

You good to come over like rn?

You don’t have any other classes for the rest of the day, and though you have an essay to write, you can do it when you come home later or tomorrow.

Yeah, sure, I’m on my way, you text back and slip on a pair of shoes before hurrying out the door. On the bright side, you won’t be able to get into any loud conversations and get yelled at anymore. You’re pretty sure the rest of the hall hates you and Emily for occasionally shrieking the most.

Come to my bedroom when you get here ;), Klaus sends you, and you have to stifle a grin. Maybe his teasing is what made you fall for him initially, and the way he’s so carefree. It hurts a little bit, though, whenever he makes a joke about being with you. You know you’re not even an option, but still.

Like Emily had said. You need to get over Klaus. Maybe you should have told him you had to write the essay, but…

It’s too late now for that. Plus, Klaus may get annoyed if you cancel plans with him and not want to hang out with you later on.

The Umbrella Academy mansion is quiet when you push open the doors. Grace must be cleaning elsewhere, and Pogo must be doing… whatever Pogo does when he’s not taking care of the kids. You barely even notice your extravagant surroundings anymore; far too used to them after visiting Klaus whenever you’re worried he’s OD’d on drugs or whenever he’s a little less high and wants to hang out.

Nothing’s changed when you see Klaus’s room. Well, things have definitely changed; there are balloons around the doorway like he’s celebrating something, but that’s just Klaus fashion. For all you know, he could be celebrating something—maybe this is his anniversary of getting addicted to drugs or something like that. Something like that would kill you a little bit to see happen, as it would kill all his siblings, but Klaus is just like that.

And you really do love him.

You push open the door cautiously, half-expecting him to throw something at you as a prank, but all that greets you is Klaus standing in the middle of his room, exclaiming happily upon seeing you.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You can’t respond. You have to take it all in for a second.

For one thing, his curtains aren’t drawn for once to keep the sun from hurting his hangover headache. For another thing, he’s shaved and cut his hair a little bit. The last thing that really stands out to you is that he’s wearing color. In all your life, you’ve never seen Klaus wear any color apart from that pink feather boa, but he’s wearing a tie-dye tank top and loose green cargo pants.

You laugh a little hesitantly, stepping into the room and looking around. He’s certainly seemed to embrace the color; confetti’s everywhere. “What’s going on, Klaus?”

“I’m sober,” he beams, holding up his arms. “Ta-da!”

You’re speechless.

“I know it’s taken me a long time,” he continues, “and I’m really glad you’ve helped me through all the years. But I’m sober and I’m planning on staying sober for the rest of my life. Ben’s helping me realize that I can’t just drink away my problems, you know?”

“Are you serious?” you manage to squeak out.

Klaus nods.

You squeal and launch yourself across the room, latching onto Klaus like a koala. “Klaus, I cannot believe it! Why didn’t you tell me you were getting sober?”

“I didn’t wanna let you down if I couldn’t,” he mutters, squeezing you so tightly you can’t breathe for a second. “And I was planning something.”

“What?” You pull away from him, already regretting the hug because it just made you love being in his arms more. Spending time with somebody probably isn’t the best way to get over them.

“Well, I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but I knew I wasn’t gonna be able to until I was sober.” Klaus sits down on his bed, pulling you down with him, and looks in your eyes seriously. It’s unnerving. You’ve never really seen Klaus serious. “Y/N…” He swallows. “Please don’t say anything until I’m done, okay? I just need to get something off my chest.”

You nod. Oh God, is he going to tell me he’s murdered someone? Can you honestly keep a secret like that for him? You nod, squeezing his hands tightly.

“Y/N, I’ve loved you for a long time,” he says, blushing a bit but refusing to look away from you. “I wanted to get sober for you. I want to have a future with you. You’re my best friend and you make me laugh. You’re supportive and kind. I know that people have left you before, but I promise I won’t. I don’t know if you feel the same way, but if you do…” He squeezes your hands for a second. “I’d love to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You want to vomit.

He’s really making fun of you in this way? When he knows how sensitive you are about being abandoned? When he’s probably the only person who knows about your parents and relationship struggles throughout your life?

You swallow around a lump in your throat and croak out a laugh. “Ha, good one, Klaus.” You stand up, avoiding his eyes. “I’m happy you’re sober, though.” You start to turn away, saying, “I have an essay to—”

Klaus grabs your hand gently and spins you around. “Y/N, I’m not making fun of you. I really do love you.”

“Yep, mmhmm, sure,” you say, nodding too quickly, clenching your jaw too tightly. “I know. I’m sorry; I’m not really in the mood for jokes right now; I’m stressed out about this essay that’s due—”

“Y/N, don’t you believe me?” Klaus asks, staring at you. He’d honestly not expected it to go like this—he’s sober; isn’t life supposed to start going right?

You wrench your arm out of his grip. “Sorry, Klaus, I really have to go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“No, you won’t,” Klaus mutters as you escape the room. He’d imagined that going in a million different ways except that one. “Shit!”

“Go chase after her,” Ben instructs. “We both knew she wouldn’t believe you. At first.”

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No more room service

Ok this is my very first hockey fic of Mike Condon. Be nice. After reading an article on the NHL website and reading the quotes he gave is when it just tugged my heart. Well whatever I have left of it anyway. Plus MIKE CONDON DESERVES ALL THE LOVE!!! He’s a precious cinnamon roll.

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"I lived in three different hotels [in 2014-15]," Condon said. "I lived in the hotel when I was up and down between Wheeling and Hamilton. I'm just used to hotel life."

The Penguins claimed Condon from the Canadiens to be Marc-Andre Fleury's backup while Matt Murray is recovering from a broken hand. After falling to No.

3 on the Canadiens depth chart, Condon welcomed the opportunity.

He isn't married and doesn't have children, so moving a family wasn't a concern.

"I'm single as can be," Condon said. "I've been moving in and out of hotels for the past five years. No one's been able to stick with me. No one wants to stick around for the ride. I don't blame them either. It's a tough ride. It takes a toll."

Last season was an anomaly for Condon because he spent all of it with the Canadiens, who gave him the green light to get an apartment on Nov. 1.

"It was weird for me to have my own place, not sharing with roommates or anything like that," Condon said. "I'm not going to get too far ahead of myself, but one day, hopefully, I can get another one. A guy can dream, right?"

You remember the quote to all those years ago and finally looking to today on how everything came to be for Mike.

It was a year ago when you first moved to Ottawa and he recently got picked up by the Senators hockey team. You two met at a charity event the Sens team always had for whatever fundraiser.

You’re a freelance photographer and your friend who worked for the organization that the Sens are fundraising for. She has hired you to take photos throughout the event for the website.

You couldn’t refuse the job because it’s a paying job, free drinks throughout the night and most of all there were going to be hockey players.

Throughout the night you have been taking pictures. Asking the players and their significant others for pictures as well and they happily accepted with wide smiles. Some you noticed were beginning to get quite tipsy, which was completely hilarious and happy you agreed to take the job.

With one quick swing around to walk back to the office your friend has placed you in. You wanted to switch cameras along with getting a new SD card, the one in you camera is getting quite full and fast.

You bumped into someone who was tall, you felt toned muscles as your face met his chest and you fell backwards as your bottom hit the floor. Your camera took a bad fall as well, the lens cracked as you took a better look at it.

Everyone stops what they were doing, gaps throughout the building while the person you bumped into kneels beside you and your friend rushes to your side.

“Y/n are you ok? What happened? Oh no your camera” she says while helping you to your feet

Others ask if you were alright, you nodded as you smiled and looked to your friend.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you. Are you alright?” The man asks looking to you all worried he hurt you.

“I’m fine really. Thank you for asking. Only bad fall was my camera lens” you wave him off and look to your camera.

“I can replace that for you” your friend says while looking between you and the man

“No, please don’t bother. It’s a quick fix and I have extras. Don’t go through the trouble and spending a lot of money on a lens when I have a few at home” you tell her while walking slowly back to the office.

Your friend and the man who wasn’t bad looking. A ginger with adorable blue eyes. Such beautiful blue eyes that you can swim in them forever.

If he looked any deeper into your eyes, you’d allow him to look through your soul and let him have it.

“I’m Mike by the way. I feel bad for your fall and your lens breaking. Let me do something for you” he is basically pleading now.

He looked like a hurt puppy who played too rough and hurt the person he loved so much and trying to make things better by doing anything.

You knew who he was, you followed his playing career since he got signed by the Montreal Canadiens. The Habs are your most favourite team, second is the Sens. You are a third generation Habs fan and knew the rich history behind the team.

“Y/n. Since I’m not going to get rid of you that easily. You can take the rest of the pictures” you tell him as you wave him to follow you.

He followed while your friend remained where she was and continued doing her rounds.

Since then the both of you kept hanging out when he could. When the summer came is when the both of you got more acquainted and had fun.

While it lasted and it was the new hockey season all over again. You were worried he was going to get placed on waivers again and having another team pick him up.

That didn’t happen, the Sens offered Mike an extension on his contract and told him to find an apartment. Which he did and asked you to move in with him right away.

You didn’t want to be apart from him anymore and you graciously accepted. The both of you couldn’t be more happier.

“Hey what are you so deep into thought for?” Mike asks as he enters the office the both of you share

You exit out of the article quickly and making it look like you were working on editing pictures. You pulled up the software you always worked on and luckily a picture is still on there.

A picture you completely forgot to finish but got sidetracked by something else.

“I’m just debating if I should get a Leica Camera or not. Why I’m so deep into thought” you tell him while he sits in the chair that’s in front of the desk and where you are sitting.

“Wow, why don’t you just get it? Plus I think it’s time for you to upgrade anyway. You take amazing pictures and you deserve the very best to work with” Mike says while leaning in closer and in hopes he’s changed your mind and purchase the damn camera.

“You are so sweet you know. Too sweet for me. It makes me puke” you say while you look to him and back to the computer screen

“And you are disgustingly charming” he retorts as he gets up from the chair and walks out of the office

“Wait, I was looking at an old article you were in a few years ago” you finally tell him before he is an ear shot away.

He stops at the doorway and turns around slowly. He leans against the doorframe as he crosses his arms across his chest.

“Which article?” He asks keeping his gaze on you

“The one about constantly living in hotels and how you mentioned no one has ever stuck around because it takes a toll and you as single as can be” you recite the quotes he said a few years ago.

By reciting the very quote causes you such grief because the thought of him being lonely like that is hurtful.

After getting to know Mike, you didn’t like the idea of him being lonely or didn’t like the thought of anything so enduring such as loneliness. You loved Mike way too much for him to go through that. Loved him way too much.

“Ooh that interview. Why would you be deep into that thought?” He asks as he enters back into the office and this time he gets the chair and places it right in front of you.

“Because the very thought of you being incredibly lonely, in between towns/cities, in and out of hotels. It hurts me to even think of the things that you were going through. I mean your mental well being and so forth” you exhale while placing your hands over his and look to him

As you tell him that is when he forms a smile on his face.

“I appreciate you for that. I really do” he replies as he kisses the top of your hand

“It was lonely, especially at night and no one to ask how my day was in general and just talking about it. But I knew what I got myself into and I knew I needed to focus on going into pro hockey. I thought of it more as no distractions to keep me from getting the one thing I really wanted and that got me more motivated to get to where i am” he continues while talking about his journey into the NHL.

You loved how he talked about the hard work he has put into getting that contract. Loved how he talked about the trial and tribulations he endured just to get to where he is at today. Oh you loved this man right in front of you, you loved how he is so devoted to his career, devoted to his family and how much he has devoted himself to you.

“I love how you talk about your trials into getting a pro NHL contract and love how you stuck on being focused on that” you tell him as you get up from your chair and sit in his lap.

You wrap your arms around his neck and begin to kiss him. The way your lips molded together couldn’t be anymore fitting and perfect. It was as if you two are meant for each other. Like what the stories were told in books, how they were brought together by scent or how they imprinted and so forth. It’s how you like to think about it.

“Mmm, what else do you love?” Mike asks as he pulls away from the kiss and looks deep into your eyes

There he goes soul searching once more with his beautiful big blue eyes. You definitely can swim and get lost in them forever.

“You. I love you” you reply while look deep into his eyes as well.

“I love you too. You know, after that interview and just a short couple years. I have found the most incredible, understanding, accepting, loving, beautiful, caring person. Who is willing to join me on whatever path this crazy career of mine will take me” he says with an adoring smile as he closes the gap between the both of you.

“Really? Who is that? I’d like to meet this person” you jokingly reply while he looks to you all surprised and begins to tickle you.

You laugh while trying to move away from his sudden movements as he reaches the ticklish spots you have.

In all seriousness Mike is happy he has found someone like you and at times he felt he didn’t deserve you because of how long he’s gone all the time.

He was happy enough to find you still at the apartment the both of you shared. He thought at times that you have left him because you couldn’t handle things anymore. But no.

You were always right there, patiently waiting for him to come home. You were waiting right there at the airport when he called for pick up. He loved how your face lit up every time he came home. He loved everything about you and didn’t want to lose you over anything. He loved you too much to endure loneliness again. Never again.

No more room service for him.

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[shineebebe]

CRUSH

(Authors note: Fluff and smut. Little warning that this is a billion words long so get yourself a cup of tea. The story was originally going to have sex in it but as you read it, you’ll understand why I thought Jooheon wouldn’t do it irl. This does however contain Body Worship, Dry humping and Face sitting. Stop me writing about this boy smh) 

Your house only really felt like a home when you were hosting a slumber party with the crazy boys of monsta X. It wasn’t the first time you’d all been sprawled out on your living room sofa and carpet, snacking on crisps, marshmallows and ice cream while you asked each other insane questions like: 

“Do you think cows know we drink their milk? What would happen if a cow drank it’s own milk? Do you think insects have feelings?” 

Though, that night was different. As you swallowed a sweet, fluffy marshmallow, you felt eyes on you, his eyes on you. Surely enough, your eyes met Jooheon’s intense gaze and like you’d been holding it in for hours, you let out a deep sigh. Recently, Jooheon had been making you feel funny inside. When you were around him, you could barely breathe, your palms got all sticky with sweat, you suddenly cared about what you looked like around him. Yes, you had a school girl crush on the amazing, talented rapper that was Jooheon. 

‘Hey’ 

You mouthed to him, trying your best to fight your blush. Jooheon smiled, his lips curling up and bringing out his adorable dimples that you were craving to kiss so much. 

‘Hey’ 

He mouthed back before looking down shyly, his mouth still curved with the thought of you. Unbeknown to you, a couple of the guys had noticed this interaction along with seeing the way you were beginning to act differently around him. Minhyuk tapped Wonho on the shoulder and whispered that Jooheon hadn’t stopped staring at you the whole night. Wonho grinned, seeing the way you and Jooheon kept looking at each other to see if the other person was looking too. 

“Hey (Y/N).” 

Wonho said to get your attention as he was sat on the couch, cuddled up with Minhyuk almost like they were a couple with his muscular arm behind Minhyuk’s neck. He had a troublesome smirk on his model face and a glint in his dark eyes; you knew he was up to something. 

“Mmm?”

You replied, raising your eyebrow in curiosity. Minhyuk couldn’t seem to keep a straight face either.

“Would you ever get with Jooheonie?” 

He asked, looking over at Jooheon like he was doing his fellow member a favour. Your eyes darted to Jooheon who instantly looked uncomfortable, scrunching his knees up to his chest defensively. Looking at Jooheon with panic in your eyes, you were stuck for words. What was you supposed to say? Your relationship with Jooheon at that moment was complicated and difficult to explain. He acted like he was in to you and you could be sure he knew that you liked him but it was a very early stage of this crush. Jooheon could barely look at you as you tried to find the right words to say. Your mouth hung open like a fish, racking your brain for an acceptable answer but Changkyun chose to speak. 

“Looks like you hit a nerve there Hoseok.” 

You stuttered, your heart pounding and your pulse racing so fast that your stomach began to twist. 

“I..uhhhh... we’re friends. I mean, Jooheonie means a lot to me.” 

You bit your lip, praying that you didn’t hurt his feelings. When Jooheon excused himself from the room, you knew you made a huge mistake.

You jolted awake from disturbed sleep. Jooheon’s lips were brushing achingly slow across your neck giving you goosebumps, his hands gently running under your night shirt and caressing your stomach. You rubbed your sleepy eyes before turning your lamp on and checking the time. 4.30 AM beamed in neon blue on your alarm clock. The guys slept downstairs while you slept in your own bed; they insisted the lovely hostess had the comfiest place to sleep and though they made things awkward tonight, you loved the guys dearly. Your thoughts soon travelled to Jooheon and the mixture of hurt and frustration in his eyes when he left the room earlier. You wanted to know what was going on in his mind so much and you needed your dream to be real. The tricks your mind played on you when you were asleep were driving you crazy; you had to make him yours, you just had to.

Tip-toeing in to the living room, you discovered a large ASMR group; the mixture of different snores/heavy breathing coming from the members could send anyone to sleep. A large pink blanket was draped around Minhyuk and Wonho on the couch. On the floor, I.M and Hyungwon were paired next to each other in matching kawaii sleeping bags, their mouths slightly open whilst they dreamed away. Shownu was deep in snore land, laying hilariously close to Kihyun’s toes; you could have laughed out loud if you didn’t care about waking them. When you spotted your crush at the other side of the room, your heart yearned for him. He looked so blissful and angelic when he slept, laying perfectly still. You wondered if he’d been dreaming about you too. It might be crazy, no, it was definitely a crazy idea to wake Jooheon up, hoping that he’d take you in his arms in the still of the night and tell you he can’t stop thinking about you too but if you didn’t find out, you’d definitely go insane with your wild thoughts. Carefully, you made your way through the room to him, every inch of your body screaming that you were an idiot. You’d never felt so nervous in your entire life, a sickly feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach. As you knelt next to him, you gently placed your hand on his shoulder and shook it while whispering his name as quietly as you could. Jooheon licked his cherry red lower lip before grumbling tiredly. 

“Jooheonie, it’s me. Please wake up.” 

You whispered again. When Jooheon recognised your voice, he rubbed his sleepy hooded eyes and stared up at you like you were an angel in his dream. 

“(Y/N)..are you okay? wha...” 

You hushed him by placing your finger upon his plump lips.  His eyes widened at your touch; he was silenced. 

“Come with me.” 

You uttered before taking Jooheon’s hand. Just the feeling of his fingers entwined with yours made you tremble. The quilt slipped from his body as he got up, revealing that he was wearing only a white tank top and grey boxer shorts that didn’t do much to disguise the bulge of his manhood. His bottoms fit snugly around his thick thighs that almost made you drool. If anything, it made you pull him up the stairs and in to your bedroom faster. 

As soon as you closed the bedroom door, you desperately crushed your lips upon his, pressing your body against his chest and running your fingers through his platinum white hair. Jooheon let you kiss him as his brain went in to a frenzy. The man was incredibly confused. He wanted this so much but he couldn’t help but over think the situation. Disappointing you, he broke away from your kiss. His dark, insanely wonderful eyes stared at you as he tried to guess what you were thinking. 

“(Y/N) wait...I don’t understand. What you said earlier...you said that we were just friends...”

“Forget what I said. I didn’t know what to tell them Jooheon. I didn’t know what to tell you. I was too afraid to tell you that I can’t stop thinking about you until now.” 

You explained, laying your cards out on the table. There, he knew for sure that you liked him. Vulnerable, your heart was beating so hard. Jooheon moved closer, his hand reaching out and running his fingers delicately through your hair. Your breath hitched at his touch, your body instantly craving more. 

“Don’t be afraid anymore. If only you knew how much I’ve been waiting to hold you. When you said what you did...my heart sunk. I thought maybe you wanted Hoseok or Hyunwoo but you want me. You’re kissing me and you want me. (Y/N), don’t you know you’re perfect?” 

Jooheon placed a sweet kiss on your cheek before peppering hurried yet romantic kisses over your jaw line and down your neck. You whimpered in pleasure, moving your neck to the side to give him better access. It was so hard to fight your urges, to jump on him, ravish him and before you knew it, you were claiming his lips again, your hands going under his tank top and exploring his smooth skin. You’d never kissed anyone as passionately as you kissed him, you needed him so much; he was becoming a hardcore addiction that no one could pull you away from. The kiss was red hot, your tongues teasing each others tantalisingly, your lips moving in unison, bringing the blood to his already pink, juicy mouth. You could have stayed in that moment forever. His hands slowly moved over the curves of your hips and over your behind. As he gave your covered butt cheeks a squeeze, you groaned in to the kiss, feeling your juices leak through your pyjama shorts. As the arousal between your legs got stronger, it was impossible to tame yourself. You didn’t care if you seemed too dominant, pushing Jooheon on to your bed and removing his tank top from his beautiful body. It was hard to understand why he was so shy about revealing himself to his fans, he was such a stunning, truly handsome man who made you feel so important. Once you saw his athletic body, it was impossible to take your hands off him. You straddled him seductively, kissing his chest in a hasty manner, moving yourself upon his hardening crotch. 

“Baby, w...wait.” 

His breath was staggered, his cute cheeks bright red from being flustered. 

“Don’t you think we’re moving too fast?” 

He questioned cautiously before sitting up and wrapping his strong arms around you. Perhaps you were moving quite fast but you knew you were ready. You’d been going over this scenario a thousand times over in your head and it was even more perfect than you imagined it. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell Jooheon how you desperately needed him to fill you, that the dull throbbing between your legs could only be satisfied by him. 

“Please. Jooheonie.” 

You begged. 

“I need you so much, it’s driving me crazy.” 

He could feel how sensitive he was making you by how tight you were squeezing your legs around him. 

“I need to take you out first. I need to make you feel like a princess. I’ve seen arseholes treat you like shit, fuck you and leave you and I refuse to be a dick like that. You’re so precious to me, so beautiful.” 

Though his incredibly sweet words made you want to to ride him more. You bit down on your lower lip in frustration, grinding yourself on Jooheon’s clothed erection for some friction and the romantic man didn’t help your arousal by bringing his lips back to your neck. 

“But I want you so much Jooheon. I need you to fuck me, please. Please I’m so wet.” 

It was embarrassing for you to reveal but he needed to know. He gazed in to your eyes, his mouth hung open in surprise at your dirty words. Jooheon ran his tongue along his lower lip, leaving a glossy trail that you yearned to kiss. 

“Can I?” 

He asked softly as he fingers began to slide under your shorts. Eagerly, you nodded, needing him to feel what he was doing to you. Jooheon held your gaze, his fingers exploring your soaking slit. You gasped at the feeling, wiggling yourself upon his fingers. His eyes widened, his mouth had gone dry. 

“Oh.” 

He whispered, finally understanding why you were so desperate. Jooheon’s fingers were coated in your juices and when he brought his fingers to his mouth to taste you, well, you could have passed out at the delicious sight. 

“Baby I had no idea. You really do need to get off don’t you?” 

He said as his fingers fiddled with the fabric of your top. You nodded your head as you panted heavily. Now that he had touched you, your body screamed for more. 

“Please.” 

You begged once again, bringing your fingers through your lovers locks. Jooheon gulped, his eyes beginning to turn glossy with lust. 

“Agh...I can’t jagiya. I mean, I can’t make love to you tonight but don’t worry baby, Jooheonie will get you off with something else.” 

Before you questioned what that something else was, the way he dragged his tongue along his lower lip and tugged on it with his teeth showed you exactly what he was thinking. Damn, his best work always came from his mouth, his amazing singing voice, the way he moved his lips so prominently when he rapped; you always wondered what those lips could do to you. Breaking your trail of thought, he carefully lifted your shirt over your stomach, revealing your bare breasts that sat at his eye level. You could see his eyes nearly pop out of his skull. 

“Wow. I wasn’t expecting that.” 

His sudden shyness made you giggle. Jooheon’s cheeks were burning up again, those panty dropping dimples on full display as his jaw dropped. 

“Do you like them?” 

You asked, wanting to push them in his face and feel his lips all over your hardening, sensitive nipples.

“Like them?” 

He questioned as his eyes refused to move away from them. Cautiously, as if he was still nervous to touch you, he brought his hands up to gently cup them. 

“They’re perfect. You. Are. Just. Perfect.”

His hands on your breasts sent goosebumps racing all over your body. It was incredible, the power his touch had on you. Feather light, he placed wet kisses upon the mounds of skin, going in circles around your areolas before sucking your nipples in to his mouth. You felt weak, arching your back, whimpering and whining uncontrollably. You were flushed, flustered and the most sexually frustrated you’d ever been in your entire existence. Jooheon sensed your neediness and flipped you down on the bed. You glanced at your alarm clock again. 5.30 AM and you were so far from tired. Jooheon was on top of you, holding your chin so delicately whilst he stole more kisses from your swollen lips. Though Jooheon didn’t want to have sex with you, his erection didn’t agree with his brain. His hard member rubbed up against your crotch, making you buck your hips, wrapping your legs around him and anchoring him in. For the first time that night, Jooheon grinned. The man was a sweetheart but also a bastard when he had control. 

“Is that what you want baby? You know you can’t have that.” 

He teased with an obnoxious smirk. His hard cock was so close to your entrance. It made you want to scream, knowing he wasn’t going to give you what you desperately wanted. However, he wanted to fulfil a little of your fantasy. You gripped on to his arms tight as he began to thrust his hips up and down, humping you dominantly through your clothes. 

“Jooheon...oh my god.” 

You panted, throwing your head back upon the pillows. No matter how much you pleaded for him to fuck you, he still refused, telling you that it was going to be so special if you waited for him. However, the way he was so close to being inside you was pure torture.  From your scalp to the very tips of your toes, your body was crying out for an orgasm. You were so horny that it was beginning to hurt. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried begging for an orgasm once more, your face fuchsia with embarrassment. Jooheon got hold of your waist band before tugging your shorts down your legs. With your eyes closed, you didn’t realise that Jooheon’s lips were so close to your ear. 

“Sit on my face.” 

He whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear. Instantly, every hair on your body stood up stiff. You opened your eyes to meet his burning hot stare. You’d been eaten out before but never in that position. It was so intimate, something you always refused when guys asked you to do it. 

“B..but Jooheon I...” 

Jooheon already knew your argument. He knew you weren’t the most body confident and he was ready to shut that idea down. 

“(Y/N), listen to me, you’re beautiful. You will be at any weight, stretch marks, cellulite, anything you don’t like about yourself. Haven’t you realised the way I’ve looked at you for years? I think you’re so fucking sexy and I want you to sit on my face so I can please your pretty pussy.” 

You were lost for words, your heart melting at this guy who was so eager to please you and show you your self worth. Jooheon laid down on the bed next to you and motioned you to him with a cheeky, confident smile on his pout. Nervous, you steadied yourself on the headboard as you placed your legs at either side of his head. Your heat hovered over his hungry mouth; you’d never been so self conscious about a man being so close to your pussy before and you were about to back out of the idea when Jooheon slipped his tongue between your glistening folds. Your whole body came to life, adrenaline pumping dangerously hard through your veins. You loudly gasped at the sudden contact and the way it felt so good. Jooheon moaned at your sweet, musky taste, his arms hooking around your thighs to keep you still. 

“Lower baby. Sit on my lips.” 

He encouraged, his voice husky and alluring. You lowered your hips, spreading your legs wider in the process. When he sucked your swollen, small clit in to his mouth and flicked his tongue thrillingly fast over it, you knew why he wanted to do it for you. It felt incredible; your knees weakened more and more by the second and in less than a minute, you felt your eyes rolling back in your skull. You found yourself squealing his name as he savoured everything about your sex. He would tease you, picking up a gentle, sensual pace before suddenly ravishing you like his life depended on it. Jooheon tasted every drop of your juices, running his tongue flat across your womanhood, from your entrance to your throbbing clitoris that demanded all of his attention. He encouraged the way you started to move your hips to the pace of his tongue, slapping and squeezing your curvaceous behind. The two of you were in heaven; if he had room to speak, he’d tell you how hot you looked, straddling his face like a goddess. You were too busy closing your eyes and being in the moment to see the way Jooheon was admiring your globes, the stretch marks decorating your hips. He was painfully hard in his boxer shorts. The moans and whimpers coming from you were the sexiest thing he’d ever heard in his life, wanting to record them in his memory forever. Jooheon experimented with what seemed to make you tick which was everything he did. His wet tongue felt other worldly, no matter if he was focusing on fucking your entrance slowly or making the nerve endings of your clit buzz with delight. When he finally made you cum, you threw your head back in pleasure, squeezing the head board to keep you from falling on to him. It was surprising that you didn’t wake anyone up with your cries and mewls.You couldn’t stop yourself from squirting all over his lips. Jooheon chuckled at the way you apologised on repeat. 

“Fucking hell, don’t be sorry jagi. That was amazing...”

He sighed blissfully before licking your dew from his honey lips. 

“You’re amazing.” 

He uttered, his eyes gazing at you like you were an angel, sent from the heavens especially for him. 

“Let me taste you. Please. I just want to worship you.” 

You pleaded, climbing off his face. Seeing his hard on in his boxers made you crave him inside you all over again. There was a patch of dampness where his pre- cum had oozed from his shaft. When he saw you reach for his length, he took your hands in his to stop you. 

“Not today Princess. Go to back to sleep, it’s early.” 

He said before kissing your lips sweetly. His warm arms cradled you as you cuddled him, holding him close to your naked body. The skin on skin contact made your heart flutter, soothing your soul. You’d never felt so warm inside.

“But you’re so hard Jooheonie. I can fix that for you. I want to.” 

Jooheon blushed, glancing down at his erection. 

“I’ll sort it out jagiya. Go to bed, I’ll be with you soon.” 

Your crush kissed your cheek before climbing off the bed and walking to your en-suite bathroom. He was right, it was incredibly early and like he cast a spell on you, your eyes began to fall heavy with exhaustion. As soon as you laid your head down on your fluffy pillows, your mind began to calm down whilst your body was still giddy with excitement. The alone time gave you a moment to think back on the night, from waking Jooheon up, him telling you he liked you back and then the way he touched your body like you were sacred treasure. Like an idiot, you smiled widely to yourself, covering your eyes and shaking your head; it was a crazy dream. Your brain made you stay awake long enough to feel Jooheon’s chest press against your back, pulling the covers over the two of you. His plump lips kissed your forehead lightly, being extra careful not to wake you. 

“Goodnight baby.” 

10.30 am and the boys had a good idea where Jooheon had disappeared to. Waking up and seeing he wasn’t there caused a lot of chattering over breakfast.You hid behind the kitchen door, listening to them gossip and make bets over if you hooked up with him or not. Would you call oral sex hooking up? You grinned to yourself, still in a daze about what happened and when Jooheon came down the stairs to see you looking so happy, his charming face lit up. 

“Do you always look so beautiful in the morning?” 

He questioned, his charismatic eyes twinkling as the morning light shone upon them. There it was, the blush that Jooheon seemed to love giving to you. He chuckled at how rosy he made your cheeks. You kissed his dimples romantically before pulling him in to a passionate kiss which he happily reciprocated. His hands rested on the small of your back as you wrapped your arms dreamily around his masculine shoulders. You felt his adorable smile in to the kiss; you giggled upon his lips, the lips that did the most erotic things just hours before. Suddenly the door swung open, exposing the two of you, loved up in each others arms. Though, Jooheon held on to you, wanting them to know just how he felt.

“Yah! I knew it! You owe me ramen!” 

Wonho cried, grabbing Hyungwon’s shoulders excitedly. Hyungwon did his signature eye roll; he was such a meme queen.

“Woah! Are you two together now?!” 

Minhyuk’s mouth hung open at his fellow member finally getting the girl he wanted, the girl he thought about all the time. 

Jooheon looked the happiest he’d ever been, beaming at you as his ears turned glowed red.

“Yeah, she’s mine now.” 

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[alexiela73]

YoooooOoo that NSFW witchmercy/werewolf s/o piece was sooo good 👀👀 thank you for writing it! Could we get a small follow up to the ladies week with mercy doting on her s/o with some good aftercare, healing all the marks, praising her and asking her s/o to let her know when these urges hit again because it was so fun 👌👌

Sure, absolutely.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked as you were forced into the bedroom. Mercy, your witch girlfriend, had decided of her own free will to take this evening off…it astounded you honestly. It was so difficult for you to convince her to take nights off yet she’d made the decision herself this time…

Giving you a look, Mercy pushed you gently into the room. “Take off your shirt and get into the bathtub,” she commanded, crossing her arms. Why did you always have to be so difficult?

“My my, we’re awfully pushy today,” you muttered but you flashed her an amused smile before starting to undress. “If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask.”

Turning, you spotted the large tub that Mercy would magically poof into the bedroom for you both whenever you needed it.

In the middle of your bedroom was a large porcelain bathtub, full of hot water that bubbled lightly. You knew it wouldn’t be too hot-this was Mercy’s magic and it made the bathtub feel like you were sitting in a hot spring. The water was pink, and a calming scent of roses and honey drifted from the surface.

A smile tugged at your lips and instantly you were excited. It was the beginning of winter and the first snow had just touched the ground a few days before. So much had happened in the last few months that a herbal bath such as this looked rather heavenly to you.

And it was, you thought, a moan slipping from your lips as you eager got into the deep tub and sunk into it. The water came up to lap at the top of your shoulders, and the heat of the water just instantly claimed your body.

“I take it you like the bath,” Mercy said with a smile, watching as your head rolled back onto the edge and you just lay there motionless in the water, eyes closed. “I thought…that maybe it would be a good day to do something for you for a change.”

Slowly your eyes opened, and you forced yourself from the cloud of bliss that was your mind. “What do you mean, Angie? You do things for me all the time,” you said, voice dreamy. How nice it felt, the water on your aching muscles. It encompassed you like a soft blanket.

Pulling up a stool and a small table behind you, Angela sat and gently smoothed the hair from your face. “You’ve done a lot recently,” she said gently. “You’ve fought off murderous travellers for me, and while I’ve been working, you even tended my entire garden for me. Not to mention you went to help the townspeople rebuild the church in town…”

A smile played on your lips at the thought. “I’m glad they don’t mind my being a werewolf. Its nice…like having a huge family, you know? They do stuff for us, and I like to do things for them. It feels…good to be accepted,” you murmured.

It had surprised you when they had asked your assistance, especially knowing what you were. At first you wondered if they’d think you would taint the church for being what you are, but none of them had been bothered.

“I understand, baby,” Mercy murmured, and you sat up when she tapped on your shoulder. Dipping a cup into the water, Mercy began to dump multiple cups of water over your head, wetting the long length of your hair until. “Trust me.”

How weird, you thought sometimes, that the two of you were so lucky. Lucky to have found each other-you couldn’t imagine a love any fiercer then that between the two of you. And then the fact that as supernatural creatures, to have come together as you had…was incredible.

But not as incredible as finding a home like the quant little village that had seemed to take to you both instantly. Not once have you ever heard of another village allowing such a thing, and yet you all lived in perfect harmony.

“Mmm…Thank you for the bath. You were right…I really needed this,” you said softly, closing your eyes once more as her fingers entangled in your hair. Mercy had squirted some home made shampoo into your hair, a mixture of sandsoap and lavender. The feeling of her fingers running through your hair and massaging it in felt nice.

“You deserve to be pampered, baby,” Mercy said with a laugh, soaping up your hair good, till you were fully lathered and bubbly.

It felt good, you admitted, and just let Angela do her magic. There was four minutes of silence as her fingers worked, combing through your hair, before beginning the rinse. The water felt wonderful gliding down your shoulders and over your hair…

Another moan left your lips when Mercy started rubbing your shoulders after finishing with your hair. “Pampered is one thing. Worshipped is another,” you gently said, starting to sit up but her hands wouldn’t let you.

“Y/n…just let me do this, okay? Please?,” Mercy said gently, her fingers massaging your shoulders and neck. They were doing a fine job, too, and you loved the circling motions as her hands moved to rub over your chest and throat.

You wanted to argue but it was hard to when Mercy said something like that. “Okay,” you said finally, with a over-exaggerated sigh of defeat. “Whatever suits you, baby. I can’t deny you, especially when I haven’t felt this relaxed in ages.”

“Well, you certainly treated me out to a fine week not long ago. I figured I could try to at least give you one night,” she said with a smile, and you winced, knowing she was referring to the week you’d gone into heat. The week had been a constant haze of hot sex and crazy fantasies.

The next two hours was spent mostly in the tub. Mercy spoiled you, rubbing oils and lotions into your skin, all of them sweet smelling like flowers and honeysuckle and ocean breezes. Each one left your skin softer, smoother and your muscles loose.

The callouses on your fingers were gone, and your hair smelled like the garden outside the house. Angela had even trimmed and polished your nails, an adorable smile on her face.

You two spoke the whole time, spoke of how you hoped winter would go and how the village would fair. Speaking of one memory led to another, and soon you two were reminiscing over the past.

Getting out of the tub, you forced yourself to hold still for Angela to dry with a towel, despite the urge to shake yourself dry. “Do you remember that time the baker you baked cookies for the first time and they turned out inedible because you’d forgotten the eggs?” you said with a giggle, holding your arms out.

Angela giggled too, rubbing down your feet and slowly moving up. “I do. Oh, they were so terrible too…Cookies are meant to taste….” Angela’s voice trailed off.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” you said looking down at her when she didn’t continue her sentence. You saw her staring at your outer thigh, before she reached up and trailed her fingers across pale scars. 

Immediately you knew the problem. Your body had many scars, not just from the fight a few months ago but from the past too. Werewolves were territorial, and you had without thought gotten into many fights earlier on in your life before realizing this. 

This scar though, was from the travellers. They had stabbed you in the rubs and legs with daggers and pitch forks. It was a fight that had left you on deaths door, and was a painful memory for your lover.

“Angie, don’t think about it,” you said gently, not wanting her to focus on the past. “C’mon, lets get me dry and then we can go make dinner together. What do you say?” 

You watched for a moment, and then sighed softly as Mercy’s fingers caressed the scar. A small tingle went through you, the scar going warm… and then disappearing.

Taking her hand, you made her look at you. “Baby, the scars don’t matter to me. What happened doesn’t matter, as long as you are okay,” you remind her.

For a moment, her eyes looked glassy, as if she was back in that moment. Then Angela blinked and was brought back to the present. “Your right,” Angela said after a moment, stroking her fingers where the scar had been. “But…may I heal the rest? Please?”

The look in her eyes was impossible to resist. “Fine,” you said, letting her move slowly around and over your body, not at all disturbed to be standing there in the nude before her. Angela moved around you quickly, healing every scar she could find, and it took her awhile.

“My girl is a fighter,” she said with a soft smile, knowing those days were behind you. “I think I’m satisfied with the care I’ve provided this evening. Can I ask one favor in return though, love?”

You couldn’t help grinning in return, starting to shrug on a fresh pair of clothes, feeling cleaner and more healthy then you have in a long time. “Yes?” you ask, only to have her catch your wrist when your about to put on your shirt.

“If you ever get, you know…frisky again, I’m more then willing to sate you,” she purred, fingers trailing up your wrist. “ Just let me know the moment your in heat again, okay?”

Immediately your face went bright red and you refused to look at her. Your lack of control while in heat was embarrassing.

“I’ll let you know,” you mumbled, and she giggled at how flustered you were.

The two of you had a wonderful night together, making dinner together and spending the rest of the evening reading to each other in the living room by the hearth.

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Host » Kim Seokjin » Three

▸ Radio Host!Jin x Radio Host! Reader reporter!AU [a]

Y/n and Jin refuse to talk about what happened at his apartment, of course she continued to talk to Ae and have this sort of ‘texting’ relationship with him. Jin invites you out and you bump into an old friend. And mother takes a trip to hospital. 

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You both sat in silence, the soft music of TWICE’s song played as you two stayed in your own personal bubbles. Your eyes stayed glued to your phone and his eyes stay glued to his own screen.

Ae [10:57am] are you okay? You’ve been very distant and weird lately? Is it because I cancelled?

You sighed, part of that was the reason. But this whole Jin thing has been confusing you so much and you weren’t sure who you wanted. You decided to leave him on read, you needed to think over what you say to him.  

You stood up and made your way into the snack room, a small kitchen where you could make coffee. And that’s exactly what you got up to get, straight from the jug.

You turned around and gasped when you almost spilt the cup of black hot water onto his shirt. He looked a little shocked too by the sudden impact.

“Uh—sorry.” You said, walking around him. He couldn’t help but sigh and cock his head to the side as you left back to your chair.

He didn’t understand why you didn’t like him back, and he knew that you probably knew now that he likes you and your whole friendship is going to be ruined. He made his way back to his chair when he heard the song coming to an end.

Placing the headphones on his head and moving closer to the mic before stealing a glance at you.

“It’s 11:16am and that was TWICE’s TT, a hit song loved by all fans. Speaking of fans, y/n do you have anything more on the Got7 comeback possibly? Any information you wanted to share?” You shook your head, not daring to speak.

“Sorry Jin, I am still left with the same information from last time. I can tell you that lots of fans are getting excited for it and are going crazy over the small teaser Jaebum released. I think this is going to be a killer album and I can’t wait to hear it.” You said in a hurried voice.

Jin glanced at you with confusion and a look in his eye that said, ‘calm down’ as he moved closer to the mic once again.

“Now playing once again Ko Ko Bop by EXO, such a hit song that we’ve decided to play it again for you all! This is Jin and y/n and you’re listening to K103.4.” With that he turned the mic’s off and the song played.

Jin finally spoke to you, but it wasn’t about the other night or asking about your feelings towards him. It was to invite you out, so here you sat in the club with your glass of whatever Jin ordered still full and untouched. Your back completely straight and your hands placed in your lap.

The loud and harsh beats of the music deafening to you as you glanced over towards where Jin was, leaning against the bar flirting with some girl. If he bought you out just to flirt with other girls the entire not you were not in.

You stood to your feet, looking down to make sure you didn’t drop anything and taking a step forward. Your body suddenly colliding with another person and you slightly gasped as the heels you were wearing threw off your balance.

Expecting to hit the floor the stranger caught you and pulled you to your feet. You finally glanced at their face and felt your heart sink. Oh shit.

“Jungkook?” You asked and he raised his eye brows, confused as to who you were.

“Y/n? Is it you?” He asked, slightly shocked at your glow up from high school. How could this get any worse.

“Yeah, oh my god. I can’t believe I’m running into you here.” You said and he smiled, he still had his cute little bunny smile. You couldn’t help but blush.

“Are you leaving?” He asked and you opened your mouth but nothing seemed to come out. You glanced over to see Jin still sitting with the girl by the bar and the both laughing and having a good time.

“No actually. Why do you ask?” You asked and he chuckled.

“Maybe I want to buy you a drink? Are you okay with that?” He asked, his lips twitching into a slight smirk.

You wanted to say no and say you should probably call it a night and leave but the loud laughter from Jin and that girl by the bar was so loud and obnoxious you couldn’t get it out of your mind.

“Yes.” You said, he walked over to the bar, far away from Jin and that girl. Jungkook ordered you just a vodka straight. Sitting himself down on the stool next to you and the conversation started.

You both talked about a lot of things, from after school to college to life now. You finished your vodka, and the second one you ordered, and the third. The fourth one was the kicker and is what led you to this moment.

Your mouth moving against Jungkook’s, your fingers tangled in his hair. His tongue moving against yours, this was one of the best feelings ever. You’ve wanted to do this since high school…

Your mouth stopped moving, your hands moved to sit on his shoulders and your eyes opened. You slowly pulled back and Jungkook took the hint and stopped kissing you right away. His eyes opened and he was so unsure of what he must have done wrong.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” He asked and you sucked in your bottom lip, the memory felt like it happened just yesterday. And you wanted to do this, more than anything. But that was when you were in high school.

Things were different now and Jungkook was the same guy he was in high school, a sweet talker and eye candy on the outside, but at heart he only liked the pretty girls.

You had to admit you did have a bit of a glow up and look different from high school so of course he would make his move now. When you’re prettier.

In high school, he would look the other way or avoid your texts or even cancel your plans for other ones with gorgeous girls.

You walked into your apartment, you seemed to sober up a bit. Jin sat on the couch, looking exhausted as the TV played something. You sighed and sat down next to him.

“What happened to your bar hook up?” You asked and he smiled slightly.

“I left her, turns out she was a prostitute. Plus, her laugh was really fake.” He said simply and you nodded.

“What about you? Last time I saw you, you and some guy were going to a room or something? Did little y/n get lucky?” He chuckled but deep down his heart ached at the thought.

“Actually…no. Um, you remember that guy I told you about in high school? That was him.” You said and Jin turned to you.

“Yeah, I stopped it before anything went further from kissing. Because I realised that Jungkook is still the same guy from high school. Of course, now he’s got big ass muscles and all. But Jungkook only wanted to sleep with me because I was pretty now. In high school, he wouldn’t even look in my direction.” You said and Jin had a little trouble hiding him smile.

“I’m sorry.” He mustered up and you just shook your head.

“It wasn’t your fault for what happened in high school. That was then and this is now.” You sighed, Jin sat there thinking for a minute.

“Y/n I need to tell you something.” You turned your head to Jin and he opened his mouth to speak but the sound of your phone ringing made you jump slightly and you quickly grabbed it.

“Hello?” You asked holding it up to your ear.

“Is this y/n l/n?” The person on the other end asked.

“Yes it is.” You said and your eyes met Jin’s.

“This is Grove Hospital. Your mother recently had a heart attack.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jin asked, the drive felt like it was taking forever at this point, you remained silent to his question and he sighed. Turning his gaze from you back to the road. 

You two arriving at the hospital quickly and without another word you were getting out and heading inside, walking up to the receptionist desk.

“Hi my mother had a heart attack. m/n l/n?” You asked and she explained where to go, your heart was racing and your skin was pale. You felt like you were going to be sick, you could feel your stomach trying to produce something for you to throw up but you choked it down.

You walked into the room to see your mother sitting upright on her bed with chords sticking into her arms, hooking her up to the machine by her side.

“Mum.” You sighed, feeling relieved she was doing okay and that she was awake at least. You embraced her into a long hug, feeling the tears sit in your eyes as you curled your lips in.

The doctor came in with a small smile on his face.

“You must be y/n l/n, and is this your boyfriend?” He asked pointing his pen to Jin and you just nodded, not bothering to explain it because you just wanted to know when you could take her home again.

“Your mother suffered from a severe heart attack. It was lucky she got to the hospital in enough time. We are still looking at what caused it but we believe it was stress. Miss l/n have you been experiencing any chest pains recently? Heart burn? Maybe some anxiety?” he asked, clicking his pen and placing it to the paper.

“Well a little, mainly after eating meals or when I do get a little anxious. I’ve dealt with anxiety my whole life though and this has never happened before.” Your mother explained. The doctor talked, using words you weren’t familiar with at all.

In the end, you were asleep in the chair next to Jin’s by your mother’s bed. Long past visiting hours but because you got there so late they let you stay a little over time. Jin’s fingers were locked between yours. Your head sleepily resting on his shoulder.

Your steady and calm breaths made him smile to himself knowing you’ve calmed down. Jin glanced at the clock, seeing how late it was getting and decided to gently wake you.

“Y/n.” He whispered, earning a small ‘mmm’ hum from you as you continued to keep your eyes closed.

“We should get going. Your mum is asleep and it’s been a long day. We can come by tomorrow again, I can ask the girls to cover for us too?” He suggested but you sleepily shook your head while rubbing the sleep away from your eyes.

“No we can till do tomorrow. I’ll visit after work.” You said before standing up and grabbing your coat and slipping it on. Grabbing your bag and carrying it with you as your fingers stayed locked with Jin’s.

You both left and Jin let you crash at his place for the night, seeing how tired you were and himself being really tired as well.

“Night.” Jin said walking away from his bed and towards the door.

“Wait.” You said softly, the word stopping all his movements as he turned back around to see you now propped up on your elbows, your hair slightly messy and your face dripping with sleepiness.

“Can you like…stay? Please, I could really use the company tonight.” Jin didn’t want to over step any boundaries than he already has. But he knew that you needed this right now, and going against everything his conscience was telling him at this moment in time.

He slipped into the empty space in his bed and layed next to you, he was tense and awkward and so to calm him and relax him a bit you wrapped your arms around him and snuggled closer into his side.

“Goodnight.” You yawned before instantly falling asleep, Jin smiled to himself.

“Goodnight y/n.” He whispered back, knowing he was in the safe zone he kissed your forehead before closing his eyes and falling asleep too.  

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A/N - This was the third part to Host. As you all know I went on a bit of a semi-hiatus but I am back now and posting once again! 

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