I Do Bad Things with You - Part 49
It's here!!! The final part of this massive fic. đ I can't believe we're finally at the end. I'm still in shock that I get to close the door on this fic that has taken up the last three years of my life. I have so many emotions running through me right now. đ„ș
The epilogue will be posted during @elriel-month in addition to a little surprise I'm so excited to share with you. Stay tuned!! đđđ
My fanfic account:Â @tswaney17ficsâââ
My ao3 account:Â tswaney17
Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. đ
Catch up here.
Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassianâs nickname, Cash. đ
Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW
This part also features descriptions of birth and complications from it.
Word Count: 7,225
Elain had spent a good portion of the late morning getting ready for the baby shower scheduled for noon. At just over eight months pregnant, they were cutting close to the wire of the twinsâ arrival.
She was beyond exhausted. Growing the babies was work enough, but she ached everywhere at this point. Her boobs, her hips, her ankles. Her backâŠthat hurt the worst. She looked like she swallowed two extra large watermelons. Elain hadnât seen her feet in two and half months and she was praying that her toenails looked well enough for sandals today.
On top of her aching body, she also slept like shit the night before, having woken up in the wee hours with Braxton Hicks contractions that seemed to never want to go away. They were getting obnoxious at this point.
Oh! And her boobs had already started leaking. Aside from the contractions, Elain also woke up to a soaked sleep shirt and an attitude that poor Azriel was desperately trying to keep calm. She felt bad that her irritation got directed at him, but he took her mood swings in stride, giving her the space when she needed it, and focusing on taking care of Kaden and getting him ready for the party.
Her husband knocked lightly before entering their bedroom, shutting the door behind him and locking it when he saw her standing there in an ugly pair of panties and a strapless braâwhich she had no idea how it was going to hold up her tits, but here they were. âHello, my love. How are you doing?â he asked, striding further into their room. He was already dressed in black slacks and a white button-down rolled up to his elbows. It was one of her favorite looks on him. Casual but classy and sexy as hell.
âIâm all right. Better than this morning,â which was true. In the time she took to get ready, she felt her irritation slowly dissipate. âIâm sorry for snapping at you.â
He gifted her a soft smile he reserved only for her and their children. âEl, youâre carrying two babies. Youâre allowed to let out your frustrations. Iâm here to spar if you need it, you know that.â
She knew he meant spar as in letting her yell and shout and hiss words until she felt better while he just took it. Gods, he really was the perfect husband. Elain held out her coco butter lotion towards him. âDo you mind rubbing this on me and helping me dress?â
Azriel took the bottle from her outstretched hands, dropping a sweet kiss on her plump lips before squirting some into his scarred palms and gently rubbing it all over her swollen stomach. He knelt before her, dutifully getting every inch of her covered. âYou are so beautiful, Elain,â he murmured, kissing her at the fullest part of her belly.
She snorted. âI am a beached whale who ate too much.â
âYou are a gorgeous woman carrying life inside of her womb. That will always be beautiful, sweetheart.â
How he always knew what to say was beyond her, but she tugged him up off the ground to kiss him thoroughly. It shouldâve annoyed her with how just a few sweeps of Azrielâs tongue had every concern and irritation simply melt away. He knew when to play that card and fuck did he play it well.
But even his tongue couldnât stop the hiss of pain as another contraction wracked her body.
He immediately pulled back at the sound, eyes scanning her face. âAre you all right?â he asked, concern etched into the tone.
She breathed through the wave that tightened in her abdomen. âBraxton Hicks contractions,â she said as an explanation.
 His brows shot into his hairline. âDo we need to go to the hospital?â
Elain reached up to cup his cheek in her palm, her thumb swiping over the stubble there. âNo, itâs a normal thing this late in the pregnancy. Iâve had a few this morning starting before dawn. Itâs why I was grouchy.â
Understanding lit his face and he carefully ran his hand down her stomach again. âWhy didnât you wake me this morning?â
She huffed a laugh. âBecause I knew youâd go into full-birthing-dad-mode and neither one of us wouldâve slept any longer.â
Azriel shot her an unamused glare. âYou will be thanking me for that birthing-dad mode when youâre in labor and I have everything packed up within minutes.â
This time Elain laughed loud and joyfully. âYes, youâre probably right.â She nodded to the dress on the bed. âHelp me slip that on?â
He grabbed the fabric, bunching it in his large fists, and pulled it over her head. It was an off-the-shoulder, loose, pale pink cotton dress, decorated with roses. It looked vintage, gathering just under her bust, with oversized puffy sleeves that sat off her shoulders, over her biceps. Ruffles accentuated the bottom hem, emphasizing the vintage style. It was the perfect spring dress. When Elain first saw it at the store, she knew she had to buy it for the shower.
Azriel tugged her loose curls from the back of the dress, letting them brush against her spine. He placed a kiss on her bare shoulder before grabbing the rose-pendant necklace he bought to go with the dress and draping it around her delicate neck. âPerfect,â he murmured onto her skin, his smile pressing against her neck.
Elain sighed softly, reaching up to thread her fingers through his dark hair. âHow am I still horny for you?â
He nipped at her throat, a rumble shaking his chest. âBecause you know I can deliver what you need without even blinking.â
This time she laughed, letting his hands run across her body in possessive little touches.
Azriel brazenly cupped her sex through the dress, growling as she let out a mewling sound and began to writhe against those skilled fingers, searching for the friction she desperately craved. âWould you like to fuck my hand, love?â he murmured, mouth grazing her jaw.
Elain fell slack against him, letting his strength hold her up. âAz,â she breathed, eyes fluttering shut as he began to rub her in earnest. âPlease.â
He nipped the curve of her ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth. âYou beg so prettily, El.â Bunching up the dress in a fist, Azriel slid her panties aside, swiping his fingers over her soaked pussy. âFuck, baby. Youâre so wet for me. Always desperate for my touch.â
She gripped him, nails digging into his exposed forearms. âI needâI need,â she panted out, wiggling in his hold. âPlease, Az.â
Giving her exactly what she wantedâneededâAzriel sunk his middle finger into her aching cunt, pumping once before adding a second digit. âSuch a good girl,â he whispered, thrusting in and out of her. The heel of his palm grazed her clit sending bolts of pleasure up her spine.
Elain bit her lip, stifling the moan that threatened to burst from her. His fingers scraped along that special spot inside of her, building her up and up and up until she teetered on the edge of bliss.
Barely conscious of her surroundings, Elain caught the sound of the door handle jiggling, followed by a âMomma!â
Azriel clapped a hand over her mouth as he continued his machinations. âMommaâs getting dressed, Kaden. Weâll be out in a minute,â he called out, pressing his palm firmly on her clit and sending her spiraling into her orgasm.
Too far gone to care, she tumbled into sweet oblivion, coming hard on his fingers. Elain moaned, only quieted by the muffling against her husbandâs scarred hand.
He worked her through her release, slowing his movements when she started to come down from her high. Az peppered her skin with sweet kisses, removing his fingers from her pussy and readjusting her panties back into place before letting the dress fall back down. ïżœïżœïżœBetter, my love?â
âIâm gonna have to change my underwear, but yes.â She twisted in his arms, catching him sucking his fingers clean. Elain brought his mouth down to hers, tongue licking the drop of her release dotting his bottom lip. âThank you, husband.â
He smiled into their kiss, deepening it once more. âIâll go check on Kaden while you finish up. Weâll head out when youâre done.â
Twenty minutes later, they were in the car on their way to Rhys and Feyreâs place. It was a gorgeous day full of sunshine, the air warm with the oncoming of summer. It was as if even the Mother wanted to grace her presence on that day with her radiance. They really couldnât have asked for a more beautiful day for a baby shower.
âMomma?â Kaden called from the back seat. âWhere are we going?â
His speech had improved so much since they first brought him home that the therapist they hired had told them after the end of the school year, that he likely wouldnât need to continue seeing a specialist to catch him up. He was reading and writing the way a five-year-old should be and was on track to pass kindergarten with flying colors.
She glanced over her shoulder at him. âRemember how we talked about going to Aunt Feyre and Uncle Rhysâs for the baby shower today.â
He seemed to think about that. âWhatâs a baby shower?â
Her lips quirked up at his curious mind. Thankfully, he hadnât asked about where babies came from again. âItâs a party to celebrate the upcoming arrival of your brother and sister.â Her hand came to rest on her belly instinctively.
His face scrunched up. âWill I have to take a bath again?â
Azriel let out a snort, glancing at her. âItâs a fair question.â
She laughed. âNo, sweetheart. Not that kind of shower. To shower with love. The party is just to celebrate the babies before they arrive.â
âWill there be cake?â he asked, excitement lighting up his face at the prospect of sweets.
âFor my sisterâs sake, there better be.â Elainâs late-stage pregnancy craving was anything sweet. Cookies, cakes, pastries, whatever she could get her hands on, she was eating it. Azriel was barely able to keep the pantry stocked with desserts for her to snack on.
Her husband chuckled. âIf she doesnât, weâll stop by a bakery on our way home and get each of you a cake. Howâs that sound?â he asked, grasping her hand and bringing it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles.
She grinned. âYou spoil me.â
He looked at her then. âYou deserve to be spoiled.â
They were fashionably late to their baby shower, and Elain completely blamed her husbandâs morning sexual charade for the delay in their arrival. Not that she minded at all. She had another Braxton Hick contraction in the car, Azriel eying her with worry and once again asking if they should make a pitstop at the hospital just in case.
But that wouldâve made them even more late and Elain knew it was unnecessary.
All of their friends and family were waiting for their arrival. And she hated being late.
âWhat am I going to do with you gone for six months, Elain?â Thesan teased, taking a sip of his beer.
She shot a devilish grin at the head nurse sitting on the couch across from her. âIâm sure Viv would love to pick up all the slack.â
Viviane squawked in outrage and pointed a menacing finger in her direction. âDonât put your work on me while youâre enjoying your babymoon, Elain Archeron-Knight.â
The group laughed as she pushed herself up off the couch. Another contraction hit her and she winced, catching the attention of the sharp-eyed nurse. But before she could ask, Kaden came bounding up to her, tugging on the skirt of her dress.
âMomma, can I have a cake pop?â He looked up at her with those damn puppy eyes he knew she couldnât resist.
Elain ran a hand through his hair. âSure, sweetie. Only one. You donât want to spoil your appetite for Uncle Cassianâs good barbeque.â
Said uncle was out in the backyard tending to the grill with her husband, Rhys, and the Moonbeam brothers because, apparently, thatâs where men gathered. Aelin and Rowan had joined them, the former getting an eyebrow raise from Azriel at her companyâs appearance.
She made her way to the kitchen, hoping to perhaps score one of those cake pops herselfâshe was the guest of honor, surely she could snag one too. Feyre, Nuala, and Cerridwen had been busy putting together the final touches for lunch and were just waiting for Cassianâs proteins to serve food.
But just as she reached the breakfast bar, a wave of excruciating pain washed over her. Catching herself on the counter, Elain gripped the side of her stomach, groaning loud enough that the other room went silent. And then she felt it. Liquid surged between her legs, puddling the floor beneath her.
No. No, it was too soon. They couldnât be coming already.
Viviane rounded the corner from the living room as Feyre and the twins approached her.
Somebody breathed her name, but she couldnât decipher who it was over the blood rushing in her ears.
More footsteps sounded as her friends and family came from the living room to see what was going on.
âElain.â It was Feyreâs voice that broke through the fog of fear that had clouded her, but she was too numb to respond. Too nervous. âSomebody get Azriel!â
Her panic grew and her breathing turned shallow. It was too soon. She wasnât ready, wasnât prepared enough. The anxiety of giving birth hit her like a freight train.
She couldnât do this.
She couldnât.
~~~~~
Azriel took a swig of his beer, rolling his eyes at the cad comment Rhys made. His tanned skin warmed in the sunlight even with the sleeves of his button-down rolled up to his elbows. With a glance at the large window, he caught Elain rising from her spot on the couch, Kaden gripping her dress to speak with her.
Gods, that fucking dress. Elain looked like a maternal goddess in it, emphasizing her swollen belly, brimming with the life of his children. Az never realized he had a breeding kink until he and Elain got back together. His desire to fill her with his seed, to watch her grow with life had him hardening in his pants.
Now at eight months, she had reached the stage where little things irked the hell out of her. Honestly, her temper was cute as hell, but he tried to be considerate of her exhaustion and short-fuse, offering himself up to take the heat of her ire. It was only fairâheâs the one that got her pregnant.
It may have made him a primitive, alpha-douchebag, but fuck did he love to see her waddling around, pregnant and barefoot in their home. She was already such a wonderful mother to their boy, Kaden. Cassian had been right. He was so incredibly grateful for Elainâs maternal instinct.
âSomething caught your eye, brother?â Cassian taunted, grinning. His brother knew exactly what he was looking at. Or whom.
He shot him a dry look that had Cash chuckling.
âIf she wasnât already pregnant, Iâd say that look alone couldâve knocked her up,â he teased. âWho knew you had such a kink, Az.â
Azriel opened his mouth to retort, but the sliding glass door opening caught his attention.
Nuala peeked her head out, a worried look on her face that had his stomach tightening in knots. âAzriel! Get in here now!â
But he was already moving, dropping his drink on the table and running after her into the house, his brothers and friends hot on his heels. He froze in the entryway of the kitchen, taking in the scene for a split second before his eyes settled on Elain bent over the counter, a puddle of clear liquid beneath her.
His feet ate up the space between them in three long strides, her name falling from his lips as he cupped her face and forced her gaze on his. Azriel prided himself in knowing exactly what Elain was feeling, what she was thinking by just the look on her face. He read her better than he did himself. So, seeing the blatant apprehension and worry written as clearly as a tattoo on her forehead had his heart racing in his chest.
Her eyes were wet with the tears he could tell she was trying to hold back.
âLove,â he said quietly, unsure how to proceed at the moment.
She blinked like hearing him cleared a bit of the fog that had washed over her. âAzriel.â Her voice cracked.
He folded her into his arms, trying to soothe whatever worries were troubling her. âYouâre okay, my love.â
Elain seemed to melt in his embrace, her tension slowly ebbing away the longer he held her. He gave her whatever time she needed, ignoring the audience they had around them, but it was long enough for another contraction to hit. She cried out, gripping his hand in hers and squeezing tight.
Viviane snapped into action at that. âAzriel, her contractions are about nine minutes apart now. Sheâs going to have at least two more by the time you reach the hospital.â
âNo hospitals,â Elain growled.
That had him pulling back to look down at her. âEl, the babies are comingââ
âNo. Hospitals.â He could see the wavering in her face. âIâ,â she paused, hesitating. âTheyâre not ready. Itâs too early. Too soon. They canât come out yetâŠâ Her head fell until she was looking at the wetness still sitting on the floor. âIâm not ready,â Elain whispered so quietly, that he almost missed it.
Azriel knew that was nerves speaking. While Kaden made them parents, the idea of giving birth to the twins was the primary source of her fear. The books he read said that many expectant mothers experienced this type of anxiety right around the time they went into labor. If they were going to have any success in her having a smooth birth, Azriel needed to get her to calm down. He glanced at Cassian. âCan you get her a chair?â
His brother grabbed one from the dining room, setting it out for Az to carefully guide Elain into. He knelt in front of her, keeping her hands clasped firmly in his. âElain, sweetheart,â her dark eyes latched onto his, needing to hear his reassurance. He kept his voice low, wishing they didnât have to have this conversation in front of their friends and family.
Rhys seemed to sense that and began ushering people out of the room. âLetâs give the couple a few minutes.â
He shot his brother a grateful look before returning his attention to Elain. âSweetheart, I know youâre scared. I know itâs earlier than we were expecting. But if there is one thing that I am certain of is that you can do this.â He squeezed her hands in comfort. âYou are the strongest person I know. Youâve been through so much that once all is said and done, youâre going to look at me and tell me that this was the easy part. I promise you that if anyone can do this, itâs you. And I will be right by your side for every step, holding your hand, giving you ice chips, and bearing whatever you need me to bear to bring our children into the world.â
She sniffed, a small smile tugging at her lips. âYouâre sure?â
âWithout a doubt, Elain. You can do this.â He brought their joined hands up to his mouth, kissing her fingers and letting her absorb whatever confidence she needed. âSo, what do you say? Are you ready to have our babies, love?â
Elain huffed a laugh, his words settling the nerves she had. âYes, letâs go have our babies,â she breathed, her grin taking over her entire face, lasting all of thirty seconds before a look of panic took root once more. âAz, the birthing bag is still at the house.â
He let out an undignified snort. âDo you think after having that contraction in front of me this morning, Iâd leave the house without having absolutely everything packed and ready to go? Come on, baby, you know me better than that. Itâs all in the back of the car.â
She blinked in surprise. âThe birthing bag and my pillow?â
âIn the car,â he confirmed.
âKadenâs overnight bag?â
âIn the car.â
âThe car seats for the twins?â
He scoffed. âYou know I installed those weeks ago, try again.â
Her lips quired up at the corner. âWhat about the slippers I was wearing this morning?â she asked, thinking she had him.
Az rolled his eyes in playful exasperation. âI grabbed them when I snagged the birthing bag.â He kissed her hands again. âIâve got you, love.â
And then she was leaning forward, kissing him with so much love and devotion, he felt it down to the soul she brought back to life. The sound of their familyâs cheers forced them apart, a pretty blush dusting the tops of Elainâs cheeks, but she didnât dare look away from him.
Without looking away from her, Azriel reached into his pocket, pulled out his keys, and tossed them to Rhys. âCan you grab Kadenâs bag from the trunk? The one with dinosaurs. And then Elainâs purple one as well.â
Elainâs brows furrowed in confusion. âWhy is he grabbing mine?â
His lips pulled up into a knowing grin, brushing the shell of her ear as he leaned forward to whisper, âI thought you might like to change your underwear and put on a maternity pad for the ride to the hospital.â
Her cheeks heated in embarrassment, but she nodded in agreement. Â
A little body shuffled closer. âMomma?â Kaden murmured, looking so very worried over the state of his mother.
She held her arms out, motioning him forward. âCâmere sweetheart.â Elain tucked him into her chest, kissing the top of his head. âYouâre going to stay here with Aunt Feyre and Uncle Rhys while Daddy and I go to the hospital to have your brother and sister.â
He looked up at her with those puppy-dog eyes and damn, the kid knew how to work them. âBut I want to go with you!â His lower lip quivered and Azriel could tell he was on the verge of tears.
But his wife took it in stride, cupping his little face in her palms and swiping her thumbs across his cheeks. âI know, sweetheart. I know you do. But youâll have a much better time here with your aunt and uncle. Mommaâs not going to be fun to be around until your siblings are here.â She kissed his plump cheek. âBut I promise that you will be the first to see us once they arrive. Okay?â
Feyre stepped forward, reaching out a hand for their son. âCome on, Kaden. Weâll have lots of fun eating all the desserts left over.â She shot them a wink when he finally relented, taking her fingers.
After cleaning her up as best as he could and getting her a maternity pad from her bag, he and Elain were in the car on the way to the hospital. As Viviane predicted, she had two more contractions on the way, grabbing his offered hand and the âoh shitâ bar as she groaned her way through it. And then promptly went into a third one right as they arrived.
Az timed them out, still sitting about nine minutes apart. âBreathe, baby. Good, love. Just like that.â His thumb grazed the back of her hand. Her grip was tight, on the verge of painful, but he didnât dare let his face flinch or show an ounce of discomfort. She needed his strength and thatâs exactly what he was going to give her.
They were immediately escorted to their private room and Elainâs vitals were checked over. She was sitting at only two centimeters dilated, which meant they were looking at being there for a bit.
Between her contractions, he swapped out his clothes for a fitted black t-shirt and grey sweatpants to get more comfortable and then sent a text to their siblings to notify them that they were in and settled, but it would be a while before they would have any progress.
âCan you check in with Kaden?â Elain asked, taking a scoop of ice chips from her cup.
The corner of his lips curled up at the question. âI already did. Feyre said he wouldnât leave the front window for a while and had to persuade him with his baby cousin and a lot of sweet treats.â
She snorted, shaking her head. âHeâs going to have a mouth full of cavities before we get home.â Elain twisted to look at him. âDo you think we made the right decision by not letting him come with us? It sounds like heâs waiting for us to return. I know that some families let their little ones be present for the birth of their siblings and we discussed itââ
He interrupted her train of thought. âI think we made the right call, love. Weâre going to be here for a while and we both know that things can upset him. I donât know how well heâd handle watching you go through that.â
She nodded but didnât look very convinced.
Azriel reached for her hand, covering it with his own and squeezing her fingers. âHeâs safe and well-cared for. Remember that while we focus on bringing his little brother and sister into the world.â He brushed his lips over her knuckles in a sweet kiss.
Elain smiled softly at him. âOkay.â
And so, they waited.
Per his wifeâs birthing plan, she wanted to attempt to go natural. Azriel admired her strength and resilience in doing so. But after over sixteen hours of hard labor, he could see her resolve fading.
He stroked her cheek, fingers brushing hair behind her ear. âTalk to me, sweetheart.â
Dark circles already lined the underneath part of her eyes. She looked so weary. âIâm so tired, Az.â Her voice came out nearly broken and fuck if that didnât just rip his beating heart from his chest.
Kissing her forehead, he murmured, âDo you want to get the epidural? Itâll help you get some much-needed rest before the delivery.â As of now, she was only at seven centimeters and the doctor had said it could still be a while longer until she reached a full ten.
Her chin dipped in confirmation. âPlease.â
Azriel didnât waste time calling for the nurse. Within ten minutes, he watched as a grossly large needle was inserted into her back, sending that relief washing over her. He peppered her face with kisses during the procedure, murmuring words of praise and comfort in her ear as she gritted her teeth through it.
Elain spent the next eight hours in a fitful sleep, dosing off and waking up not long after each time. Azriel didnât bother to try and sleep, not when she wasnât really getting much at all.
But finally, after just past nine, she was fully dilated and ready to push.
His wife pushed and pushed and pushed for a half hour with nothing to show for it. She was in tears, frustrated, and so exhausted he was practically supporting all her weight having slid an arm around her shoulders to keep her upright.
âI canât, I canât,â she sobbed, half burying her face into his chest.
âYou can, love. Youâre so strong. Just a little bit more,â he tried to reassure her. It fucking killed him to see her like this.
âCanât you do it for me?â she pleaded, looking up at him with wild, desperate eyes.
He gripped her cheek in his palm, kissing her temple. âYou know I would, El. I would give anything to switch places with you right now. But I know you can do this. Just a few more pushes and then theyâll be here.â
Whatever she read within his words seemed to do the trick, her brows furrowing with a determination he hadnât seen since they left the house. Elain pushed herself up, trying to get into a kneeling position, and he was right there, sliding behind her and supporting her weight.
The nurses squawked, muttering something about hospital policy, but frankly, he did not give a fuck, snarling, âHer body is telling her to push like this. Listen to your fucking patient.â
Changing the position was exactly what she needed because their son was born within the next two contractions, entering the world with a healthy set of lungs.
They sagged back against the pillows, his face wet with tears as they placed their new baby directly on Elainâs bared chest. He couldnât stop himself from tipping her head back to kiss her softly on the lips, pausing the savor the moment.
Az traced the pads of his fingers over the curve of their boyâs cheek, just needing to touch him to prove he was here with them. Even covered in fluids, he was so beautiful. The perfect blend of the two of them.
The nurses gave them just a few minutes with the first baby before Doctor Chen said that she needed to start pushing again. She took their boy from Elainâs arms, promising to bring him back for Azriel after he was cleaned up and their daughter was born.
Delivery of their little girl went easier than with their son. But whereas their boy came out crying, their daughter came out silent.
Azriel knew something was wrong just by the silence, but it only grew the anxiety in his stomach when the doctor turned her back on them, taking their little one with her to work on.
âSheâs not crying,â Elain breathed, worry clouding her voice.
He could only squeeze her shoulders in comfort, watching as they shoved things into her nose and mouth.
âSuction,â Chen ordered.
âAzriel, why isnât she crying?â
âSheâs going to be okay, love. Theyâre helping her. Sheâs okay.â The words passed his lips even as his heart dropped into his stomach when they started doing compressions on her tiny body.
No.
This couldnât be happening. They couldnât lose her. It would kill him to lose his little girl, but Elain, fuck, he couldnât even begin to fathom the devastation she would face at this loss. There was nothing he could do. He couldnât pay to fix this or threaten someone to save their baby girl.
So, he did what any father would do.
He prayed.
He prayed to every god, every deity, everything, and anything he could think of to keep his little girl safe and bring her back to them. To take her place if they demanded it. A life for a life. Heâd pay it for his child, his family. âCome on,â he murmured. âCome on, baby. Come on.â
Elain curved her face into the side of his chest, howling in a way heâd never heard from her before.
His arms went around her, that dreaded feeling turning his blood cold. The terror he felt of their little one dead before she lived was unlike anything heâd ever experienced. But still, he did not stop praying, clutching Elainâs shaking body to his. âCome on, little one. Come on!â he chanted. âPlease.â
And then, a rattled cough tore from her tiny body, followed by the sweet, beautiful sound of her cry.
Elainâs wail turned into relieved sobs, as the doctor walked over their bundled little girl and placed her into his wifeâs awaiting arms.
âSomebody was just so excited to meet you, she took a breath a little too early, but we cleared out her passages and lungs and she looks good now.â
His wife tucked their daughter into her chest, kissing the top of her head. âHi sweet girl, Mommaâs here,â she whispered, tears still falling down her cheeks. Tears that matched the ones running down his face.
She was here. His baby girl. Fuck, she looked just like him, with dark hair and tanned skin. He hadnât gotten a look at her eyes yet, but already she was the most beautiful thing heâd ever seen.
âHere you go, Mr. Archeron-Knight,â one of the other nurses said, pulling his attention from his wife and daughter as she handed him his son, cleaned up and wrapped in a soft blanket.
The small bundle was gently laid in the crook of his elbow. Azriel didnât think heâd ever feel the amount of love he did on Kadenâs adoption day, but sitting here with his gorgeous wife, holding their newborn twins, he felt his heart soar in his chest.
Sweaty and fatigued, Elain glanced up at his face, the sweetest, exhausted smile pulling on her lips. âI love you,â she murmured.
He let out a sound that was a cross between a chuckle and a sob. âI love you more.â And then he kissed her, sealing that moment in time with his undying love for her.
~~~~~
Elain woke to the sound of a whimpering cry, swiftly followed by Azrielâs low voice.
âHey, sweet girl. Whatâs wrong, huh?â She heard some shuffling as her husband lifted their daughter from the nursery bed. âMomma needs her sleep so we need to be quiet.â He kept his voice low enough to not disturb herâfuck she loved him so muchâbut she was already awake, rolling over in the hospital bed to face him.
Azriel holding his children was, hands down, the sexiest thing sheâd ever seen. How she could even feel the need for him after pushing two babies out of her currently aching and severely injured body was beyond her, but just watching him bounce their fussing daughter made all those desires come roaring to the surface.
Almost as if he could sense her presence, hazel eyes slid to hers. âIâve got her, love. Go back to sleep.â His voice remained soft as night as if anything louder would disturb her.
She curled up on her side, watching him. âI think we should get used to no sleep now.â
He huffed a laugh, patting Rosalie on her back as she further settled into the crook of his elbow.
Their daughter was almost two pounds smaller than her brother, coming in right at five whereas Ryder was a healthy six pounds, fourteen ounces. The doctor was a little concerned over Rosalieâs lower birth weight, but Elain had managed to get both babies to latch and feed earlier and she ate well, so they were mainly playing it by ear.
Because of her smaller size, Azriel already placed an order for some preemie clothes and sent a photo of her with the twins to their siblings. They asked to give them a day to recuperate before coming to the hospital in the morning. After the scare with Rosalie, both she and Azriel wanted to take some time to spend with the babies. Plus, the medical team was in and out of their room, taking Rosalie for some additional tests just to be sure everything looked good.
It was just after seven that night, and they were settling in for the evening. Tired of hospital food, Azriel ordered hamburgers from DoorDash for them to eat. Elain was starving and it sounded so good that she drooled when she suggested it to him. Both babies had been fed only an hour earlier and she anticipated not having another feeding till late evening or early morning.
Elain grabbed whatever sleep she could, knowing sheâd need it when they were released in a couple of days, but she was sure Azriel hadnât slept a wink since sheâd gone into labor.
She pushed herself up, reclining on her pillows. The nurses cleaned her after the delivery and stitched her up from tearing, but Elain couldnât wait to get home and take a proper shower. âDoes she need to be changed?â she asked, nodding to the now-sleeping baby in her husbandâs arms.
Azriel shook his head. âNo, I think she was just fussing.â His dark hair was still mussed up from when he stripped out of his shirt earlier, taking time for skin-to-skin contact with each of the twins.
Elain had to rein in her laugh at how the nurse blushed as he revealed miles of gloriously tanned, tattooed skin and corded muscle. Her husband was a fine specimen, but he never flaunted it, so seeing another woman react to it was humorous especially since he didnât even seem to notice her blushing, stammering state.
âYou should sleep too, Az,â she said instead.
He looked at her, his lips curving up. It had been doing that a lot since the birth of the twins. The sweetest, smallest smile that crept up the corners of his mouth. Almost as if he didnât even realize he was doing it. It was utterly adorable and made him look younger. âIâll rest later. You need it more than me.â
Her shoulders shook in amusement. âYou know, we can sleep when they do.â
âI just donât want to miss a second of them.â His attention returned to his little girl who already had him wrapped around her finger. To be fair, all of their children did. âFuck, I canât believe theyâre here already. It seems like it was only a month ago you found out you were pregnant.â
âI canât believe our first anniversary is coming up in just a handful of weeks.â
At that, he laughed. âI guess a trip for our anniversary is out of the question?â
She grinned. âNot unless all our little ones are coming with us.â Because like hell was she going to be able to leave them so soon. Plus with her nursing, it just wouldnât be ideal.
He seemed to consider her. âWe could take the jet to the Summer District. Kaden will be out of school then and weâll both still be out on leave. Just a thought.â
Gods, he was fucking perfect. âThat might be nice.â
A knock on the door interrupted whatever he was going to say. He frowned in confusion, looking at her.
Elain shrugged, sitting up further on her bed. âCome in,â she called out.
She thought it might be a nurse or a doctor, coming to check on her or the twins. What she didnât expect was for Rhys to peek his head into the room. Surprise lit her features and she glanced at Azriel, who looked equally as bewildered at the sudden visit from their brother.
âHey,â Rhys said. âI apologize for dropping by unannounced, but somebody really couldnât wait till tomorrow to see you.â He opened the door slightly, revealing Kaden clutching a teddy bear, eyes puffy and red from crying.
Her heart ached at the distress their son mustâve been in for Rhys to come all the way here. âHello sweetheart,â she said, keeping her voice soft. âCome here, my love.â
He took a small step further into the room, Rhysâs hand guiding him at the backside of his head. Kaden took slow steps as he approached the side of her bed. âMomma, are you sick?â
She reached out to cup his cheek in her palm. âNo, baby. Iâm not sick. Your brother and sister decided it was time to come out of my tummy.â Her eyes found Azrielâs as he rose from his seat on the couch, moving toward them. âWould you like to meet them?â she asked, returning her gaze to Kadenâs.
His head dipped in confirmation.
Elain pushed herself back even more. âRhys, can you help him up and then grab me that flat pillow over there.â
He set the boy on the bed between her spread legs, Kaden shuffling backward and bumping into her sensitive lower area.
She hissed out in pain before she could stop herself. A wave of agony washed over her with enough intensity that her stomach curdled with nausea.
Azriel reacted immediately. âEasy, buddy. Mommaâs going to be sore for a while and we need to be extra careful with her.â
âIâm okay,â she spoke quickly, not wanting to upset Kaden any more than he already was, and kissed his plump cheek as she breathed through the pain. âOkay, Rhys. Place the pillow over our laps.â
Adjusting his arms in preparation, Azriel gently lowered their daughter until she comfortably rested on the nursing pillow.
âKaden, this is your sister, Rosalie,â he announced, letting his finger stroke her rounded cheek.
Elain couldnât see his face directly, but she did catch his eyes widening as he stared down at her, his fingers carefully tracing over her delicate features just as his father did.
âRosawee,â he said, not quite catching the ending syllable. It would be something they would have to work on. When she kicked a leg within her swaddle, he pulled his hand back, startled.
She laughed, feeling the bed dip as Azriel sat down next to them, bringing over their son. âAnd this is your brother, Ryder.â
He reached out to trace the outline of his brows, the touch gentle and exploratory. âIâm a brother?â he asked, turning his head to look up at her.
âThatâs right sweetheart. Youâre their big brother, and theyâre going to love you so much,â she told him, kissing the top of his head.
Elain took in her family, her incredible husband, and three beautiful children. It sounded so wild to even think about. She was a wife and a mother. Thinking back, she remembered the day that had changed the trajectory of her life forever. The bank robbery a few years back. It was crazy to think how such a terrifying moment altered her life in the best of ways. It brought her back to the love of her life.
It put her on this very path.
Sheâd face every one of the moments since then tenfold as long as it brought her to this point in time, sitting here with her gorgeous little family.
âPerfect.â
She looked up at Rhys, catching him with his phone out.
âYour first family photo.â
Her lips turned up and silver lined her eyes. âThank you, Rhys.â
He waved her off. âDo you want me to take Kaden back with me?â
âNo,â Azriel said, ruffling his eldest sonâs hair. âHe can stay here with us tonight. Can you put his booster seat in our car? The keys are in my bag.â
âYou got it.â He grabbed the keys but paused on the threshold. âAnd congratulations you guys. Rosalie and Ryder are beautiful.â
Azriel leaned further into her side, kissing her temple. âThank you, brother.â Once alone, he turned her head toward his, bringing her mouth to his for a slow, sweet kiss. âI love you so damn much, Elain.â
His smile was infectious, making her lips turn up at the corners. âThank you, Azriel, for giving me this lifeâthese babies. You have made me the happiest I could ever imagine. I love you.â
âMomma! Sheâs got my finger,â Kadenâs giggle interrupted their moment.
They laughed, looking at their three beautiful children.
Elain knew that this perfect moment was just the very beginning of the rest of their lives.
~~~~~
Remember, sharing is caring! Please reblog if you liked the fic. It helps spread my work and I truly appreciate it. đ
While I have moved most of my fics to AO3 only, I am still going to utilize a tag list here on Tumblr. This as a permanent solution and may change in the future. For notifications, you can follow and subscribe to my fanfic account where I will be reblogging updates and snippets only. You can also find me on ao3. If you would like to be added to my tag list, please leave a comment on this post.
My fanfic account:Â @tswaney17ficsâ
My ao3 account:Â tswaney17
Taglist:Â
@nikethestatue
@reverie-tales
@123moiaussi
@duskwhisperer
@zdenkah
@nyxreads
@shedoessoshedoes
@athena-85
@jasmineandshadows
@nightcourtseer
@nivem565
@debramclaren
@illyrianvalkyriecarynthian
@secretpuppyflower
@justreallybored
@ultadverb
@the-regal-warrior
@roseandshadows
@tcursebreaker
@kingravinger
@mis-lil-red
@eloeloeheheh
@fawnandshadows
@swankii-art-teacher
@miss-bee-cat
@bookhhrelaz
@impossiblescissorspeachpaper
@elrielbaby
@lesolehabitantdelalune
@thoughtsaboutshows
@britishwings
@aelin21galathynius
@saz-griffin
@azrielslight
@bookstaninthesoul
@curiositywoman
@karsyn-b2
@elainsweetcobalt
@emilyondemand
Some tags seem to not want to link, which could be related to your visibility settings. Sorry about that!
20 notes
·
View notes
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!
4 notes
·
View notes
title: Hopefully
pairing: idol!hongjoong x reader
genre: domestic fluff, slight angst, idol!au, secret relationship, hurt/comfort
warnings: anxiety over a relatively new relationship, a sexual innuendo, general fears about abandonment and the future of the relationship, not proofread
synopsis: You havenât seen Hongjoong in a week and itâs starting to take a toll on you.
wordcount: 3k
taglist: @d0nghyuck, @fantasy2wonderland, @niktwazny303, @wonwoospartyhat, @stariightjoyy, @hyneyedfiz, @crazywittysassy, @yeosayang
rating: PG
a/n: this is a bit inspired by âoxalĂĄâ (aka hopefully) by MARO! i know i was going to write something else, but this story came to my mind and i needed to get it outđ
join my taglist
masterlists
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
Youâve got one (1) new voicemail!
âHey, babe, Iâm not going to make it to your place tonight. I got stuck at the studio and lost track of the time- Iâm sorry, I know I said I would come over⊠I have practice tomorrow morning, but maybe I can try to sneak off to you tomorrow evening? I promise Iâll try my best to make it work! Sleep w-â
The beep cut off the message before Hongjoong got to finish. It was the second time you had listened to it. He had called you while you were at work, doing overtime, and you hadnât heard your phone buzzing in your bag. It was typical of the two of you; you always managed to miss each other by a hair. You sighed and put down your phone on the counter. The clock on your kitchen wall said 12:30, and youâd usually be in bed by now but you couldnât bring yourself to lay down in it. Not when you knew the bed would be empty, and the sheets would be cold. Therefore, you sat by the counter with a cup of tea in front of you.Â
You were nursing the cup in your palms as if the warmth of the mug would be as comforting as your loverâs embrace. It was late when he had called you, and it sounded like he was heading off to bed, but you were still mulling over whether or not to call him - you just needed to hear his voice. Your phone was next to the cup on the counter, its dark screen was taunting you with your reflection. The little amount of willpower that you had was not enough to keep you away from him; so you picked up your phone and texted him.
You [12:32]: are you awake?
After pressing send, you quickly put your phone down and sighed. You had lost to your needs and wants yet again. The two of you werenât even official - you couldnât be. It was easy to fall in love with him, but harder to keep loving him. Everything had to stay secret, no matter how much you wanted to shout to the world that, yes, you were very much in love with Kim Hongjoong and he actually liked you back! However, with his line of work came a lot of restrictions. Seeing him was difficult, meeting up with him in public was even more difficult, and telling people that you were dating was out of the question.Â
As much as you enjoyed sneaking around with him, you couldnât deny your want to be his and for him to be yours - you wanted to be his partner, and you wanted others to know that you were his partner. Instead, youâre stuck in an in-between-relationship; where youâre exclusively seeing each other, but unable to do things that partners would or tell anyone that you were partners - a relationship where you were still scared to seem clingy, despite the two of you barely seeing each other. The low buzzing of your phone brought you out of your spiraling thoughts.
Hongjoong [12:34]: yes, but why are you awake?đ€š
You smiled at the message, trying to contain your excitement by biting your bottom lip. The cup was set to the side, the comforting warmth on your palms no longer needed, and you picked up your phone.
You [12:34]: I couldnât sleep.. did I wake you up?
Hongjoong [12:35]: no, Iâm still in the studiođ„Čwhy canât you sleep?
You sighed yet again, trying to come up with an excuse that wasnât utterly embarrassing to type out. Before you could answer him, your phone buzzed again.
Hongjoong [12:36]:Â do you want me to call you?
It was as if he could read your mind. You quickly sent him a yes, and put your phone down to wait for him to call. It only took a few seconds. After waiting for a few seconds, trying to figure out when the appropriate amount of time had passed to answer, you pressed âAccept callâ and held the phone up to your ear.
âHi, baby.â Hongjoongâs voice was raspy like he hadnât spoken for a long time.
Baby. The nickname had slipped out so casually that you almost didnât realize that he had said it. Now it was all you could think about. Hongjoong didnât call you by pet names often, theyâd slip out in the heat of the moment and heâd get shy. He could suddenly go from slightly irritated over you touching something in his studio, to a flustered mess because of you teasing him about calling you babe. You would never get tired of it.
âHey, am I interrupting?â You brought your hand up to your mouth, biting down on your thumbâs nail.
âNo, Iâm packing up for the night soon.â He sighed, and you could hear him push his chair away from his desk. âIâm sorry for not coming over today.â
âItâs okay, I understand,â you murmured. âWork is important.â
âNot more important than you,â he countered a little too quickly. âIâm working on work-life balance. I promise.â
âI know.â You chuckled under your breath.Â
The line went quiet for a moment. You could hear his breathing - soft and steady - and you could picture him, sitting in his chair with a large hoodie draping over his frame. A mixture of comfort and disappointment flooded your veins. Comfort from hearing his voice, disappointment from not being able to hear it in person. Hongjoong cleared his throat, bringing you out of your thoughts.
âWhy canât you sleep?â he asked.
âOh, I donât knowâŠâ you trailed off, but shortly thereafter continued, âI miss you.â
âI miss you, too.â
His words lingered in the air, and you closed your eyes to savor them. A part of you wanted to yell that if he missed you so much he should try to be here more, but you knew it wasnât fair. Itâs not his fault. You shut your eyes tighter, bowing your head down as if to curl into yourself, and tried to hide from the angry feeling bubbling up in your stomach. Tears started stinging in your eyes, and, despite your efforts, a weak sob made its way past your lips.
âY/NâŠâ You could hear the frown in Hongjoongâs voice. âIâm sorry, please donât cry.â
âIâm not,â you lied as you wiped away your tears. âI promise, Iâm not. Itâs okay. Iâm okay.â
The line went quiet again as you sniffled. You could hear shuffling from his end, as he gathered together his things. As you pieced everything together, you quickly tried to protest - telling him that he didnât have to come over and that you really were fine.
âStop it.â His voice was shaky. âIâm coming over, and you canât stop me.â
âI wasnât trying to-â
âI know.â
â... could you stay on the phone with me until you get here?â you asked quietly, your voice coming off as weaker than you wanted it to.
âOf course.â
You grabbed a tissue and wiped your face from tears and snot, and the realization of what you were doing hit you then. It felt stupid to cry over this, but it had gone too long since you had seen him. The urge to cry, kick, and scream was overwhelming - but you kept it inside your chest with a deep breath.Â
âThank you,â you mumbled. âI really didnât mean to pull you away from work.â
âI know, itâs okay,â he assured you. âIâm heading to the parking lot now, itâll only be a few minutes.â
A few minutes until you get to see Hongjoong. You could wait just a few more minutes, right? Despite the assurance that heâd be here soon, the empty feeling in your heart didnât dissipate. In fact, the cavity in your chest only grew larger. You knew he wouldnât get here for a while, but you still got up from your chair and walked over to your front door.
âHow long has it been since I got to see you?â you thought out loud.
âI think itâs been a week already.â Hongjoong groaned. âIâm really sorry.â
âItâs not your fault, okay? I knew what I signed up for with you.â
It was meant as reassurance, but it came out wrong and you cringed as soon as the words left your lips. Hongjoong laughed, making you feel just a little lighter on your feet. You heard the jingling sound of his keys, signaling that he was already near his car.
âThat came out wrong,â you said.
âItâs okay, I get it.â You could hear him open the car door. âLet me put you on speaker, hold on a second.â
You leaned against the wall and listened to the rustling sounds of Hongjoong getting into his car and putting down his phone. The engine started, and he stayed quiet as he focused on getting out of his parking space. The parking lot must have been almost empty because it didnât take long for him to get back to you.
âAlright, Iâm on my way now!â he chimed.
âThank you, babyâŠâ
âBaby?â he teased, laughing as he finally got to take revenge on you.
âShut up-â
âNo, I deserve this,â he argued. âYou never call me pet names, Iâm taking advantage of it.â
âWell, now Iâm never doing it again.â
He gasped on the other side of the line, and you could practically hear the fake-hurt pout on his lips as he muttered something under his breath. No matter the situation, Hongjoong could always find a way to make you smile.
âI teased you once and now youâre revoking my pet name privileges?â He scoffed.Â
You liked him like this. It made you forget about everything else; this was the actual Hongjoong, and only you could witness it. In one slow movement, you slid down onto the floor and crossed your legs. With your head leaning against the wall, you looked up to the ceiling and smiled.
âI thought you didnât like the mushy stuff,â you said, âI would include pet names in that.â
âI donât dislike mushy stuff⊠I just get shy,â he admitted quietly.
âYou donât seem very shy when you go on stage,â you countered.
âThatâs different!â he exclaimed, and added with a hushed voice, âI just get shy around you.â
Your smile grew wider. You wanted to tell him that you got shy around him, too, and all of the other things he made you feel - but you couldnât find the words. His words were saved in the back of your mind, for you to think of later and come up with something equally heartwarming.
âIâm almost there,â he said to break the silence, and you could hear the clicking sound of his blinkers as he was probably driving up to the car park already.
âGood,â you said. âHongjoong?â
âYes?â
âIâll stop teasing you for calling me nicknames,â you said, âif I get to keep calling you âbabyâ, too.â
âDeal.â You can hear the grin in his voice. âIâm getting out of the car now, baby.â
A laugh bubbled up your throat. Partially because of his silly tone, but also out of pure excitement. Your giddiness was apparently contagious, as Hongjoong let out a giggle as well - and you could hear the echo of his shoes hitting the concrete floor as he sprinted towards your building.
âIâm almost at the elevator!â he whisper-yelled.
âHurry!â
He swore under his breath, clicking the button to the elevator multiple times. Eventually, you heard a ding and the doors opening. He was so close. You wanted to run out of your apartment and meet him halfway, but you knew that his being here was already a risk in itself. So you settled beside the door, no longer sitting on the floor. And when you heard the keys you had given him unlock the door, you quickly opened it and pounced on him. He stumbled back slightly, pressing âEnd callâ on his phone before hugging you back. With your arms still wrapped around him, he walked into your apartment and closed the door behind the two of you. Only then did he fully embrace you. You buried your head into his coat, cold from the chill air outside but it smelled like him so you didnât mind. Your hands balled up into fists, creasing the soft material of his coat, and you pulled him even closer to you. Hongjoongâs chin found its rightful place on the top of your head.Â
âIâve missed you,â he repeated, and you felt your tears threatening to spill onto your cheeks again. âFuck, Iâve missed you.â His voice was trembling now.
As you tried to get out of his grip to look at him and comfort him, Hongjoong put his hand on the back of your head. He held you in place, soft enough to still allow you to leave if you really wanted to let go but firm as if he was silently begging you to stay. So, you stayed and pretended not to notice the tears that fell from his eyes and hit the top of your head. He shifted to kiss the top of your head and gave you one last squeeze before letting you go. You watched as he wiped his tears with his sleeve, quickly as if you wouldnât notice. For his sake, you pretended that you didnât.
âHave you eaten?â you asked.
âI ate some take-out for dinner.â He bent down to take off his shoes. âIf youâre hungry we can eat, but I just want to go to bed with you.â
Yes. Bed. The concept that had seemed so daunting before now felt like a long-lost dream that had come to life. He stood back up, and you took a long look at him. He had colored his hair, you had seen pictures but you hadnât seen it in person yet. Blonde always did suit him. He was busy taking off his coat while you watched him. It hadnât settled in your brain that he was actually in front of you, it felt unreal.
âSo?â
âHm?â
âAre you hungry?â he asked with a smile. You had really missed that smile.
âOh. No, I ate earlier.â You held out your hand to him. âLetâs go to bed.â
He took your hand gleefully and followed you like a puppy whoâs just been promised a walk. You brought him to your bedroom. It was clean, and the bed was still made from this morning. While Hongjoong sat down on the edge of your bed, you pulled out some of the clothes that he had left there - an old pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt, that you desperately didnât want to give back.
âIâve been looking for this,â he hummed as you gave him the clothes. âI didnât know I had left it hereâŠâ
âI, uh⊠I may have stolen it.â You sent him your best smile, trying to look as innocent as possible.
âYouâre cute.â Was all he said before he went into the bathroom to change.
You had the sudden urge to follow him - and, despite what he would think and tease you for, it was not with sexual intent. Now that you finally got to see him again, you couldnât stand him leaving even for a second. However, you stood your ground and decided to fix up the bed instead. You removed any throw pillows, and pulled down the covers. Just as you got into your side of the bed, Hongjoong came back from the bathroom. He left his clothes on a chair, before he all but ran to your bed. When he had gotten under the covers, he shuffled closer to you and began peppering your face with kisses.
âIâve missed you, Iâve missed you, Iâve missed youâŠâ he muttered between every other kiss.
You laughed until you were gasping for air, but you didnât dare lean away from him. As he planted a final kiss on your lips, you let out a low hum of approval. Hongjoong pulled you closer, letting you snuggle up against his chest. It was almost impossible for you to stop smiling. As it settled in your bones that he was actually there, right in front of you, you finally relaxed.
âI want it to be like this all the time,â you admitted.
âMe too,â he murmured. âIâm sorry itâs so complicated.â
âItâs okay,â you hummed. âI guess it makes times like these more special.â
âIâll try to make a plan for the future, okay?â he said. âIâll talk to the company and we can figure something out. We could find a good apartment and-â
âYou want to move in with me?â
âYeah, I love you.â
Maybe it was the fact that it was late, or maybe he hadnât been sleeping a lot since you last saw him, but the words slipped out of his mouth so casually that you almost didnât register that he said it. You looked up at him. He was still talking about his plans, not having realized what he had said. Putting one of your hands on his face, gently cupping his cheek, got his attention. His words faltered and you brought his lips to yours for a chaste kiss.
âI love you, too.â
At first, he just seemed shocked, but you could see the gears turning in his head. When he finally remembered what he had said, his face was practically glowing in the dark. He quickly tried to explain how he was very tired, and that he was going to make the moment more special but he had forgotten. You simply smiled and put your head on his chest again, the action silencing the man lying next to you again.
âKeep telling me about your plans,â you said.
He started talking again, and you felt the soft vibration of his words in his chest. As he talked about your future, you slowly drifted off to sleep. Hongjoong kept talking until he finally heard you snore. He brought the covers over your shoulder and hugged you closer. Hopefully, heâd be able to spend every night with you just like this.
480 notes
·
View notes
HEYY!! I love your writing from what i've read and i was wondering if i could ask for a gn reader (yuu) teaching the housewardens about like classic fandom lore- like imagine them turning into matpat to explain fnaf and undertale!! đđ feel free to not do this and have a good day!! Thanks :D
characters: housewardens x gn!yuu
tags: platonic, fluff, crack kinda, imagines format
warnings: swearing
author's notes: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG also all the fandoms mentioned here are all fandoms ive been in at some point :D fun times mhm
Riddle Rosehearts
He knows youâre very passionate about fandom culture but you never really had the chance to infodump about it to him
Until one day, you drop by Heartslabyul for a leisurely visit, when you see a not-so-clearly distressed Riddle sitting in the lounge
Not-so-clearly meaning heâs holding a teacup in his hand yet not drinking it, eyes closed as if heâs holding in all his emotions
You grow worried at this sight and slide next to him on the couch where he is seated, hoping you can help alleviate some of that stress
He sees you and he allows himself a sigh, then musters up a smile for you. He greets you and you cut straight to the point - can you help him with anything?
He releases a second sigh and shakes his head, telling you he only needs some sort of distraction. He just had a long day and needs to take his mind off things
You take a second to think of things that you can distract him with â thatâs when a lightbulb goes off in your head. This is a prime opportunity for you
âOkay, Iâm guessing you havenât heard of Five Nights at Freddyâs since itâs a franchise from my world and all but the lore is crazy. So it starts like thisâŠâ
He wasnât expecting to be paying much attention to the contents of what youâre saying but sooner or later, he ends up leaning towards you with his hand cupping his chin, mouth slightly agape at the story youâre telling
This inspires you to dump even more information about the media somehow at the rate that youâre going
By the end of it, heâs completely forgotten what he was so worried about. His head is full of creepy pizzerias for kids and haunted animatronics
He ends up having some trouble sleeping that night though. Heâll get you for that later.
Leona Kingscholar
He wonât lie, your interest in fandoms is too reminiscent of Idia for him â he doesnât admit this to you obviously, since he hasnât had the chance to
But on one particularly boring day, you decide to skip class with him and he lets you tag along for the hell of it
In the span of three seconds, heâs already off in dreamland. Sometimes you wish you had such a skill
Since you have nothing better to do and heâs way too deep in his sleep to even care anyway, you start rambling to yourself and a slumbering Leona
âWell, Iâve been thinking a lot about Undertale lately so I need to dump it all somewhere. So basically you play as this kidâŠâ
Little do you know halfway through his nap, he wakes up from how much youâre talking. At first, heâs annoyed by your yapping but then he grows interest in what youâre saying
Heâs almost tempted to try that game for himself and almost disappointed that itâs not available in Twisted Wonderland. Emphasis on almost.
When youâre done rambling, thatâs when he stretches his arms over his head and yawn, commenting how noisy you were
You shrug it off. You're used to him complaining about you yapping instead of napping alongside him
âŠBut then he asks you to tell him more about Undertale, if there's any more information youâre keeping from him out of the kindness of your heart
You smile smugly at this and his expression seems to say âdon't make me regret askingâ but oh, you definitely will make him regret even being friends with you in the first place
Needless to say, regrets were not the only thing he held at the end of that day.
Azul Ashengrotto
Similar to Leona, your fixation on fandom culture reminds him too much of Idia. not that thatâs necessarily a bad thing - itâs more of an observation
And he gets more than an observation when you get the chance to show him what youâre made of: useless fandom culture and gaming knowledge
Speaking of Idia, he goes to you as a last resort to ask you to help him understand whatever the hell Idiaâs talking about
You donât know too much about Twisted Wonderlandâs fandom culture just yet but when Azul explains the premise of a certain game and its fandom, it gives you an idea
âSounds pretty similar to Yandere Simulator. Ooh, that one has a lot of history. Let me tell you about itâŠâ
Unfortunately for him, he ended up unlocking your geekiness instead of having you address the things he was confused with
But at least your story makes it a bit easier to understand? Heâs yet to decide that really but at least it sounds like youâre taking his lack of slang knowledge into consideration
Your infodump really gripped his attention though - itâs interesting to know another side of human culture, even if itâs not the humans of Twisted Wonderland
He would nod understandingly (or at least, politely) and thank you and your geekiness
He relays your story to Idia and finds it intriguing how similar fandom culture is in both Twisted Wonderland and your world
He would invite you to Board Game Club meetings so that you can rave and find out more about Twisted Wonderlandâs fandom culture with Idia
Heâd realize that was a big mistake and he may or may not have created the nerdiest pair in the world - but you guys are his nerdiest pair in the world.
Kalim Al-Asim
Heâs very curious about fandom culture - he doesnât know too much about it nor anyone who knows a lot about it so almost all the fandom information in his head are from you
He really wants to know more!!! So of course that warrants a hangout session fabricated as a study session to get Jamilâs stamp of approval
So there you are in his room, books laid out in front of the two of you but most importantly, a laptop
You two watch about a dozen videos on Twisted Wonderlandâs fandom culture and as you absorb all the very-much-useful information, you sneak in tidbits from the culture of your world
âThis one in particular is reminiscent of Danganronpa. Man, that one was a wild rideâŠâ
Itâs exciting to be able to talk about it with someone you trust wholeheartedly, especially Kalim, whom you know wouldnât be so judging
He only nods in understanding at every point you made, his eyes sparkling with all the curiosity in his body
You were on your thirteenth video when you two are interrupted by a rap on the door and an unfortunately-familiar voice
So obviously you and your bestie hurriedly rush to close all the tabs on your laptop and open up something more academically-inclined
Which is obviously aâŠdictionary site
Jamil blinks twice at this, says nothing (but probably noting how it makes sense for you guys since you two are bumbling idiots) and walks away
If thereâs any dictionary being read that day, itâd be a dictionary of fandom terminology, thatâs for sure.
Vil Schoenheit
He doesnât know too much about it - and doesnât bother to learn much about it since he has better things to do - but since itâs you, he tries his best to be a good listener
The two of you sit down in the courtyard one day, the chirping of birds and rustling of leaves music to your ears; beauty truly is everywhere around you when youâre next to him
Heâs talking about something. Youâre not sure what because youâre entranced by the way his hair hangs above his eyes so elegantly. He notices this and calls you out for it
You shrug and excuse how you canât help it - heâs like a dating simulator love interest in the real. He asks you what you mean by this. Nowâs your chance to shine!
âHmm, you know, something like Mystic Messenger? Hehe, let me tell you a bit about itâŠâ
Unluckily for him, your âa bitâ turns out to be a four-hour long ramble about the aforementioned dating simulator a little too reminiscent of Rook for his liking too
Despite his reservations, he really did enjoy hearing you talk so passionately about your interest; itâs a bonus that the topic itself is interesting
He tells you he wouldnât mind trying out the game or at least finding out more about it though unfortunately itâs not available in Twisted Wonderland
You share his shame - until he says heâll pitch the concept of the game to some authorities he know and perhaps make it a reality
Sorry, heâs going to what now?
Youâre a little shaken. Sometimes you forget heâs a world-class model, despite his looks and mannerisms. You save your nerves for if a Twisted Wonderland version of Mystic Messenger actually ends up happening
He thanks you for enlightening him about fandom and video gaming culture. You use this as a cue to add another four hours of ranting about Vâs route in the game.
Idia Shroud
Youâre another victim for him to taint⊠or so he thought. Youâre more of an ally than a victim at this point, considering how nerdy you are
Heâd dump fandom lore on you and youâd reciprocate it right back. Heâs genuinely so impressed with your knowledge, even if they differ by some degree due to being from different worlds
He gets more impressed when you pull up with knowledge about Twisted Wonderlandâs fandom culture like damn, you really brushed up on your talking points already
Friendly rivalry aside, he really does enjoy talking about fandom culture with you and hearing about the things from your world - every story you tell adds a little color into his world
One day, the two of you are leaning on each other, on your phones because of course you are, even if you two are friends, talking still isnât Idiaâs strong suit
Thatâs when you blurt it outâ
âHey, wanna hear about this game called Persona? Itâs a turn-based RPG andâŠâ
Regardless of his response to your question, you ended up babbling away either way. Itâs how conversations start between the two of you
Youâre speaking so fast, he would have mistaken you for a rapper - or a doppelganger of himself even
Consider him entertained - he finds himself smiling by the end of your yapping and intrigued by your story
He then obviously starts to relate it to something from Twisted Wonderland, passing the listener baton to you
You donât mind â you can stay there for hours and hours, just going back and forth with your fellow nerdy-ass friend.
Malleus Draconia
This man barely knows how to use a smartphone so you had to be a little patient with him when guiding him through the fandom culture trenches
Heâs happy that you trust and cherish him enough to talk about your interests with no reservations or shame â and the feeling is mutual
On a certain weekend, the two of you are hanging out as usual. Chatting as friends would do
You donât know why but the conversation reminded you of a certain fandom
âItâs kinda like Genshinâs community, I guess. Theyâre a riot, let me tell you that.â
Oh? Whatâs a Genshin and why is its community a riot?
Youâre glad he asked â because youâve prepared a 100-slide presentation on the history of the game and its fans
He asks you why and how did you find the time to make that. You tell him to shut up and that it doesnât matter, he just needs to listen to you
You start and it feels like youâll never stop â thereâs just so much to say and Malleus has so much time in the world
Seeing his reactions to certain events makes you crack up and at times, youâd laugh at his shocked expressions (or sigh exhaustively, depending on the event youâre explaining)
When you finally stop, he gives you a one-man standing ovation. You blush a little at the attention and unexpected reaction but you appreciate his sentiment nonetheless. He tells you that your presentation has been very informative for him
Youâre relieved to have been able to get that off your chest⊠and Malleus is more than ecstatic to relay the information to everyone heâs ever known. You obviously pretend that you had no involvement in his sudden investment of a game from another world.
531 notes
·
View notes
ă You Like It When I Ride It ă(Bada Lee x Reader)
summary: you have a wet dream and wake up to find yourself accidentally grinding against your girlfriendâs thigh. good thing she doesnât mind, though.
word count: 1.1k
contents: smut, somnophilia, dom!bada, sub!reader, thigh riding, praising, slight degradation, porn without plot, slight fluff at the end, no use of ây/nâ
authors note: this is the first time iâm posting one of my works publicly since like 2020, please be kind! this wasnât supposed to be my first post, but the bada writing community has been a little dry lately so i wanted to help a bit. (also, i quite literally acted out these positions with my pillow to make sure i describe them correctly đ enjoy)
you woke up late at night to a wet feeling in between your legs. you were cuddled up on top of bada, your head laying on her chest. your legs were parted, your right leg resting next to hers while the other was spread over badaâs waist.
you only realize the position youâre in when you feel a firm feeling pressing on your clit through your thin pajama pants.
you suck in a breath, looking down at your bottom half, and just like you assumed, you had been grinding against badaâs knee in your sleep.
you try to think for a second, wondering what could have happened in your sleep to prompt you to start grinding on your girlfriendâs knee, but your thoughts are cut short when bada begins to shift around in her sleep, her knee briefly brushing against your clit once more, and you let out a moan mixed with shock and pleasure.
thatâs when you realize, youâre dripping wet.
the thin material of your shorts have done nothing to prevent your wetness from soaking through and onto badaâs sweatpants.
you try to look up at bada, but you are unable to due to the hand she has on your head, holding you in place firmly, even in her sleep.
âfuck.â you breath out, gulping as you lightly tap your girlfriendâs side.
âbaby?â you call out softly, your voice just above a whisper. all you could hear was steady breathing in response.
you were about to call to her a little louder, when you feel her stir a bit more, her knee pushing up a little higher and rubbing on your clit a little rougher.
âfuck,â you curse, whining softly as you instinctively grind against badaâs knee, riding it as gently as you could as to not wake your sleeping girlfriend.
you continue to rock your hips back and forth, spreading your arousal across badaâs knee.
with your head still faced down, you could narrowly make out the stain you had left on her sweatpants, which only turned you on as much as it embarrassed you.
you kept your pace steady for a while, letting out small whimpers and moans. you try to keep the noise to a minimum, but as your orgasm began approaching, you couldnât help but grind faster and harder, your volume increasing.
only then did your girlfriend start to wake up, the arm she had around your waist moving slightly. you immediately halted your movements, looking up at her without moving your head.
âmmh, babyâŠâ bada groaned, slowly becoming more and more aware of the situation.
âbaby?â she muttered again, a little louder and less hazy. you slowly look up at her, seeing her initial look of confusion turn into a smug smirk.
âyeah?â you whisper, voice a bit shaky.
âare you using my knee to get off?â she asked slowly, a hint of cockiness shining through her groggy, tired voice.
ââŠyeah.â
you stay silent after that, your breathing unsteady. you can just barely make out the smirk on her face growing wider through the darkness.
âwell, why'd you stop?â she pouts, slowly propping herself up on her elbows to get a better look of your messy state.
âyou feel so good against me,â she says, her hand moving down to your ass. you breathe in sharply, shaky and unstable.
âi didnâtâŠwant to wake you.â
ânonsense, babe. in fact, if i could wake up everyday to my beautiful, sexy girlfriend fucking herself on me, iâd be the happiest woman alive.â
you blush at her words, which have seem to gone straight to your pussy since you feel more of your arousal pool at badaâs knee.
she seems to have felt it too, because she brings a hand to your hips, pushing down a bit as a gesture for you to keep going.
âgo on, baby. i wanna see you ride my thigh.â
you swallow hard, nodding softly as you push yourself up onto your knees, adjusting your legs so that badaâs thigh was between your legs, just barely pressing against your sensitive pussy.
bada rests herself against the pillows propped up against the bed frame, her eyes dark and full of lust and desire as she watches your every move.
you begin riding badaâs thigh, too focused on the pleasure to care about how loud you were being â not that bada minded.
as you continue grinding your clit against badaâs thigh, your whimpers turning into desperate moans and your hips beginning to stutter as you get the familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching for the second time tonight.
âthatâs right, sweet girl, just a little more for me. youâre doing so good, baby. using my thigh so wellâŠâ she says, rubbing your back in encouragement.
bada licks her lips as her eyes scan through your body, watching as your tits bounce through the thin material of your tank top, one of the straps trailing off your shoulder.
âyouâre so fucking sexy, baby.â
her praises only make you even more desperate to cum as you whine pathetically, the movement of your hips becoming sloppier.
âpoor baby, needed to get yourself off, so you started fucking yourself on my thigh. itâs okay though, i love feeling your pretty little pussy grinding on me like a little slut.â
that was all it took you.
you let out stuttered moans and gasps, high pitched and breathless. you stop your movements, the pleasure of your orgasm getting too overwhelming.
suddenly, bada places her hands on your hips, encouraging you to continue your grinding on her thigh.
âcome on baby, ride it out for me.â
you whine loudly, but obey nonetheless as you continue to ride her thigh through your orgasm, your moans loud and pornographic.
you bring a hand to badaâs shoulder for support as your orgasm rides out, holding on to her tightly as she brings your other hand into hers and coaxes you through the aftershocks.
once your breathing was back to normal and you stopped shaking, you relaxed, sighing softly in contentment as you snuggle closer to her chest.
bada holds you close to her, kissing your forehead as she giggles softly.
âso pretty, baby~â she coos, cupping your cheeks and pressing kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle as well.
âI love you, my sweet girl.â
âI love you more, baby.â
bada smiles and presses one final kiss to your lips before pulling your head to her chest, gently running her fingers through your hair.
âyou tired, baby?â bada asks, caressing your cheek.
âno, not anymore.â you reply absentmindedly, enjoying the warmth of your girlfriend.
âgood, because watching you ride me has got me pretty worked up. round 2 in the shower?â
475 notes
·
View notes
đđđđđđđ | đđ-đđđ
summary: bi-han comes home wounded, trying his best to keep it from you
warnings: mention of blood/laceration, stitching
notes: i can only think of writing for bi-han rn đ
You knew that Bi-han was hot-headed, ironically. You knew that he liked to fight and even though he would most likely win, he would still have battle scars.
It was something you expected, but never looked forward to. Bi-han has a problem being vulnerable and asking for help, so whenever he would get injured in battle he would do his best to hide it from you. Sometimes he'd get away with it and you'd eventually find out after the fact, but sometimes he's a bad liar.
It was the middle of the night when Bi-han stumbled into the temple, his brothers at his side. "Please brother, let us-" Tomas began before Bi-han shut him down. "I can deal with my own wounds." He beckons as he pushes them off and begins walking to your bedroom, holding a hand at his side.
"He will be fine Tomas, the pain of us helping him would cause more damage than the wound itself." Kuai Liang reassures his younger brother as they turn and return to their own rooms to rest.
A small groan falls from Bi-han's lips as he rips the mask off his face, his teeth grinding together. He swiftly opened the door of your shared bedroom, trying his best to not wake you. As he quietly shuts the door, he turns back to see you sleeping peacefully on your side of the bed. A sigh of relief fell from his mouth at the sight of you, just knowing you were safe was enough to put him at ease.
His eyes darted to the bathroom, thinking that he could make his way there and clean up, while being quiet enough to not wake you. Bi-han would be lying if he said it wasn't difficult with the large wound at his side, but he would rather die than admit that.
He took a breath before slowly beginning to walk towards the bathroom, a small wince caught in his teeth as his hand shot to his side.
As if you had super sonic hearing, you tossed in bed and turned your body to face him as your eyes slowly begin to open. Once you saw the shadowy figure in the dark, you quickly sat up. As you realized it was Bi-han, your heart began to relax for a moment.
"I didn't think you were going to be so late." You whisper, still half asleep.
"We ran into some trouble, it was a quick fight." He bluntly tells you, relieved you weren't able to see his wounded body in the dark. His relief is quickly gone when you reach over and turn on the soft light next to your bed. Your eyes instinctively shut as you held a hand over your eyes and try your best to focus on Bi-han. When your eyes adjust as best they could, you finally noticed the dark red on his blue uniform.
"What happened!?" You ask, now awake and pushing the covers off of your body.
Bi-han just groans before quickly walking into the bathroom. He tries to shut the door on you, but you quickly make your way into the bathroom.
"Are you okay?" You ask with your eyes glued on his wound.
"I am fine." He hissed, keeping his gaze away from you.
"Clearly not." You said, a bit of anger setting in.
You pushed him back and made him sit down on the edge of the tub. You turned to grab a small bit of bandages and stitching kits from under your counter. You crouched down next to him as he exhaled deeply. His hands reached down and tried to take the needles from you but you pulled your hands away from him.
"Stop." You began to open up the sewing kit.
"I can dress my own wounds, go back to sleep." He tries to demand. You look up and give him a sour look before gripping his shirt.
"Take it off." You demanded as you pulled up on the upper part of his uniform.
He reluctantly abides, knowing that you are too stubborn to let him do this on his own. Now with his skin exposed, you could see the wound in full. It was a large cut from his upper ribcage down to the side of his lower abdomen. "Bi-han." You breathe out as you touch the skin around the wound, feeling dried blood around it.
"You act as if I am fragile." He snarls, still looking away from you.
"I know you are not fragile which is why this is a bit much, but I knw you will be fine." You nod before pouring a bit of alcohol on a rag before dressing his wound. The alcohol on the wound causes Bi-han to wince loudly as he tightly grabs hold of your leg as you stood next to him.
"Do not treat me like a child." He shakes his head, his eyes tightly pressed together.
"I am not treating you like a child, I'm treating you like my husband. It is my job to worry about you, to want to help you." You explain, feeling his grip on your leg soften as he finally turns to look at you. "I know you do not want my help even when you need it, but I am always here to provide it. Because I wish for you to be safe and not in pain, just as I hope you'd like that for me." You hold his face in your hands as he looks up at you, his cold demeanor completely faded as soft eyes stare at yours.
"I would freeze the world over to keep you safe."
A soft smile goes across your lips before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, pulling away and pressing your forehead to his.
Although you interpreted his saying as a metaphor, he meant every single word.
405 notes
·
View notes
I read a hilarious Reddit post of a guy saying âcalled my wife after I got shot and actually said âhey honey, I kinda got shotâ and she was mad I said it like thatâ and all I can picture is re2!Leon (maybe RC didnt get destroyed, so heâs a cute lil rookie) getting a call from his s/o and s/o is like, in the hospital or something and is like âHey, just so you know thereâs a dude with a gun mugging people. Oh btw, he tried to mug me and I kinda got shotâ
Poor pookie is gonna be SO distraught.
LEON WOULD LAUGH AND CRY AT THE SAME TIMEđđđ making a short one shot outta this, sorry it took so longđđđ
đđđđ đČđđđ
Leon was working a little late so he made sure to tell you, heâs finishing up his report and check his phone for the time. His thoughts drift you, he wonders how beautiful you sleep in your shared bed and how heâll slowly get on bedâcareful not to wake you up until your feel the bed weight shifts and turn to him and ask him that he just got home in a tired tone.
Files were stacked on his desk; messy and pens all over. He picked the papers he should organize, pens in its case. He yawns and keep himself awake with some coffee, he hums as he thought of you.
As if the noise seems to muffle, leaving Leon on his own in his world. His phone rang, snapping him back and took his phone. Its was your number on display, a big grin planted on his face as he picked up, âhey, baby. Need something?â he asked, his tone sweet and loving, âuhmâŠâ your voice was heard from the end of his phone.
âYeah, baby?â
âIâm in a hospital right now.â Before you could speak further, Leon hang up the call, adrenaline course through him.
Everything is clean in this room, you were lying in a hospital bed with the monitor beeping. You look down at your phone that shows Leon hang up on you, cutting you off before finishing what you had to say.
You place your phone down near the bed drawer and deeply inhales, you pick up a nurse shouting from outside your room, âsir, you canât come in there!â
You flinched, tugging the blanket close to you as Leon burst right to the doorâsweat running down his forehead, heâs out of breath as he spots you in the bed, âbaby, what happened?â he asked, rushing to your side and squeezing your hand as he brought your knuckles to his lips.
âI just want to buy you your favorite food because I was planning to stay up late and wait for you on the dinner table.â He hums and nod, âyeah?â
âThere was this dude whoâs mugging people,â Leon raise a brow and nodded, âwhere is he?â he asked, going to call units to find the smuggler. âHe tried to mug me and I kinda got shot.â Your lips turn to thin lines as Leonâs face dropped and his mouth open.
Silence comes between you as he let out a small, âhuh?â he was distraught, âgot shot.â You repeat and laugh it off, âdonât worry Iâmâholy shit are you crying?â your tone changing to chill to concern, âare you okay?â he sniffle, he just couldnât believe that you would laugh it off and go about your day.
He leans close and bury his head to your stomach, âLeon, Iâm fine.â You assured, âno, youâre not fine.â He mumbles and you could feel warm liquids from your hospital gown, âIâm sorry, Iâll try to get off work as early as I can and be with you and wonât let this happen again.â He apologized to something he canât control, you smiled at his warm words and assurance.
âThereâs no need for that,â you said, âyes it do.â He insist and called up a friend back to R.P.D to catch the smuggler as he promised you to make that guy apologize for shooting and trying to mug you. What you kept in mind is Leon is just super worried and blamed himself when you get hurt and heâs not there to support you when it happen.
âYouâre such a baby.â
âIâm your baby.â You earn a laugh from him as he pulls you into a sweet and tender kiss, ânot going to lie, it was kind of funnyâbut itâs also not funny since you got shot.â
đłđđđđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđđ, đđđđ đđđ
đđ đđđđđđ.
307 notes
·
View notes
good morning, charlie - Leon Kennedy/Reader
read it on Ao3.
Pairing: Agent!Leon/Detective!Wife!Reader
Tags: domestic fluff with the tiniest dustings of background angst, married life, hugging, kissing, and snuggling.
Words: 3k (yes, I'm capable of keeping something this short)
Notes: read this in a WWE announcer voice: THAT'S RIGHT! UNCOUTH HAS COME CRASHING BACK INTO THE RING AFTER YET ANOTHER MONTHS-LONG HIATUS. i'm magical, truly.
here is the first Leon fic I promised last month! There's so much I want to say about this little drabble, but I'll save that for my curious ppl on Ao3. this is going to be a big 180 from my spn content, and I sincerely hope that's okay with the public đ for my RE people: enjoy domestic Leon bullshit!
At two in the morning, Washington D.C. is pouring everything it has into crafting the coziest atmosphere of all time. A pleasant window-tapping storm had rolled in right around when you resolved to stay up working. Some late-night radio host is making soft, fizzing chatter in the next room, and coupled with a stellar view of the city from fancy floor-to-ceiling windows, you have a prime opportunity to pass the fuck out.
Unfortunately, you have made some spectacular life choices that donât mix well with a full nightâs rest. Nope, no sleep for you. Despite all of fateâs attempts to stop you from being a cop, (including throwing a city-wide outbreak at you on your first day), you are still here, gripping your job with both hands. At two in the damn morning.
Since scrubbing your eyes hadnât woken you up the first five times you tried it, you give it another shot as you pace the length of your living room rugâfrom the coffee table youâve stacked with files, then back to the whiteboard pasted top-to-bottom with pictures of missing young women. The whiteboard had been Leonâs idea. After the fourth time youâd transformed a flattened cardboard box into a morbid case-board for work, heâd cajoled you into letting him buy one for the apartment.
But I wonât be able to stab the tacks into it, youâd pouted.
Oh, the agony, your husband had drawled. He was a master of delivering a good, dry look.
Youâd propped your fists on your hips and tried your best to look serious. The red yarn connecting everything isnât just a detective-movie thing, yâknow! Itâs actually really useful. And I need my tacks to stick the yarn inâ
Leon had cut cleanly through your building sass with another look, this time one glimmering with humor. Then Iâll get you magnetic ones, detective. Donât you use whiteboards at the precinct anyway?
Youâd grumbled. Because, yes, you did use whiteboards at the station, and they did have the little tacks with the magnets on the bottom. But youâd refused to deal with Leon being all smug (he was unbearable pretty when he was right), and had teased back instead, Whatever, nerd. Why donât you and the other two angels go call Charlie already?
The reference had gone clean over Leonâs head. Of course, he hated being left out of a joke, so heâd roped you over by your wrist and pinched an explanation out of you until you were squealing with giggles.
Summarizing Charlieâs Angels to Leon had been a lot like offering a paper rocketship to an aerospace engineer. But, hey, picturing him running around in skimpy outfits and escaping action movie explosions on a motorcycle is a whole lot more fun than⊠than the real deal.
You donât want to think about what his missions are really like. Not that youâre even allowed to know in the first place. Being Leonâs wife permits you a government-issued phone with his handlerâs number, and on antsy days you can push Ingrid for details if you want. But after so long youâve learned it only hurts both of youâfor her, in the inability to answer, and for you, in the excruciating pain of being unable to know. Where is he? Thatâs classified.
She canât always tell you when heâs coming home, either. So much of your life is hinged on her check-ins, and even more is forced to live off a simple, Heâs okay.
For the seventh time, you scrub at your tired eyes and suck in a deep breath. Youâd gotten that fabled text from Hunniganâheâs okayâearlier today, and like always you crawled through the rest of your shift roiling with anticipation, waiting for Leon to materialize back into your life.
You force your gaze back to the whiteboard, littered with notes and pictures hung up with magnetic tacks. The faces of five missing women bore back. The ten-ton weight of your caseload slams down in full, and again, you scold yourself for floating back into comforting memories of your husband. These girls have lost all comfort in the world since they were taken. Your Captain gave you the responsibility of finding them, and after all youâve been through, after all the other cases youâve closed, there canât be any room for failure. Think.
Your legs ache from being on your feet all day, chasing leads, but dropping into Leonâs armchair for even an instant will just have you nodding off again. More pacing it is, then. This is your pattern for the next half-hour: pace, re-read witness statements, turn, sip your coffee, pace, cross-reference alibis. Heâs okay. Two of the girls were taken from Queenâs Chapel, two from Takoma, one from Woodridge. Heâs fine. The last victim breaks the profile. Whatâs different about her? Why take her? Think think thinkâ You know what Leon would do. He was the kind of person you could put in front of a problem, and no matter what he would find a way to shoulder his way through. With physical force, sure, but mental force too. He would sit and just look at the puzzle, and sheer willpower would lead him to some kind of answer. But youâd been pushing and pushing for days now, pursuing every lead, pressing every witness, yet nothing will give. The whole thing feels like a punching bag youâre beating at over and over again, knuckles raw and bloodyâ
Keys rattle just outside the front door.
First the big deadbolt scrapes open, unlatching with a heavy thud, and that sound alone is enough to shock you awake. More than any coffee could. Then comes the doorknob. Leon hasnât even turned his key before youâve twisted the lock open, yanked the door out of your way, and sent it whipping into the jamb with his keyring still swinging from its slot. You give him one full blink to register that itâs you before youâre throwing yourself on him without a single lick of shame, legs and all.
Of course, Leon bears your weight with grace. He grunts out an oof! when you come in for landing, and the living, breathing sound drains into one gruff laugh. Youâre scooped up under the thighs and teddy bear squeezed against him. He reeks of cheap motel soap and something faintly copperyâthen mint, a whole world of plush, wet spearmint when he nudges your face up with his nose and lays a hello kiss on you. The taste of his gum and the scratch of his stubble on your chin make your skin feel like itâs fizzing, inside-burning-out, every inch of you stood on end by his static charge. Jesus, this guy. He feels like fucking magic, and youâre confident that the laws of physics donât quite apply around him. Everything in the room, in the too-big apartment thatâs painfully empty without him in it, tilts toward Leon.
You shove your face nose-first into his neck and clutch the back of his jacket in both fists. Swallowing hard, you manage, âHey, angel.â
âGood morning, Charlie,â Leon says.
If you had any resolve for today left in you at all, the wash of his sizzling butter voice would squash the last of it. Youâd been trying to be sweet, but your husband has to be funny about fucking everything, of course. Even after weeks spent apart. You love him so fucking much.
âDonât tell me you found time to watch that stupid movie.â Your voice is muffled by his coat, and youâre grateful for an excuse to hide.
Youâre moving. Leon carries you inside, his wedding band pressing into your leg and his other big, warm hand spooned around your back. âBoring plane ride. I wanted to get your jokes.â
Your front door is toed shut, and with all the efficient maneuvering of a proper agent, Leon gets the place locked up behind you. Somewhere in all the commotion heâd dropped his go-bag by the welcome mat, and you hear the dramatic thunk, thunk, of his fancy work loafers being kicked off beside it. Only then does he slip you onto your own feet again.
Your hands slide down his arms as you make contact with the floor. Somewhere in the back of your mind youâre aware that heâs damp from the rain, but that fact hangs in the little alternate universe heâs made in your front hall. Standing there and being able to look at him straight-on, Leon doesnât feel real. Itâs like your constant thoughts of him have manifested a ghost in his shape, mimicking the smiley rookie you remember.
He greets you with a quiet, beaten-down smile, and you understand immediately that the world has thrown its fair share of punches at him, too. Youâve both had a shit week. The Kennedy surname just brims with good luck, huh?
Your hands work on autopilot as you take him in, slipping under the fabric of his jacket and lingering over his thudding heart. His warm blue gaze swims over your face, and you can almost hear the clicking mechanisms in his head as he forces himself out of operative mode and into home mode by looking at you.
âItâs a really bad movie,â you say, choked up.
Leonâs jacket hits the floor with his shoes. Thereâs a swath of ugly, purpling bruises crawling up his bare arm, old enough to be greening at the edges, and your stomach churns when you see it.
He taps your chin up, pulling you away from the damage and back on him. His voice rolls over you like bourbon in a glass. âAbsolutely. So-bad-itâs-good, even. We should watch it, make fun of it together. Like, why the hell doesâŠâ
Leon flawlessly falls into an analysis of the movieâs poorly-written espionage elements. The movie you made one offhand joke about several weeks ago, mind you. Heâs pulling at straws, saying whatever the hell comes to mind to make you laugh, so exhausted heâs literally swaying on his feet. You canât believe heâs trying to distract you with something so trivial, but this is your husband. One flash of that weary closed-mouth smile, one brush of those callused hands down your wrists, and your whole world resumes its orbit around him.
You laugh at the jokes heâs obviously crafted for your benefit, a weak chuckle your heart isnât in. With his hands looped around your wrists, he guides your arms around his neck and welcomes you back into the toasty bubble of his touch. Leonâs even warmer from being tucked underneath his coat. Pure goodness and safety glows off him like a fucking nuclear reactor, and it dawns on you that you havenât felt safe at all since he left. Anyone can be plucked off the streets here.
One more scratchy kiss and then heâs leading you deeper into your apartment. No one on Earth would believe that heâs a chatty guy, but he talks the whole way through. Too often heâs left to sit in his own mind on missions, and youâre treated to two weekâs worth of his backlog in the next ten minutes. All the little things he wanted to say to you. The streams of smart-mouth commentary he was famous for at the academy are all inner monologue now, but youâre confident the Leon radio show still runs twenty four hours a day. He chatters so much in his head that it slips out of him like water sometimesâ
ââŠthat close to an explosion would disintegrate you, but fuck physics I guessââ Leon interrupts his own flow of thought to squint at you. âQuit looking at me like that. Itâs unfair how pretty you are when youâre tired. What was Iânot like the laws of physics apply to that movie anyway, butâŠâ
âand youâre stupidly charmed by it. He talks to comfort himself, and because the two of you are one unit, one person to him, he does the same for you.
With your hand tethered in his, he clicks off the radio in the kitchen. One of Leonâs side-stories replaces the random late-night station thatâd been playing, floating over the din of the rain like bass over relaxing drums. He pours out the dregs of your coffee. He closes the files full of gruesome crime scene photos on your coffee table, and you watch, barely able to keep your head up, as he flips your whiteboard over to its blank side. Youâll get his second opinion on the case tomorrow.
Leon sweeps the place with you in tow, and once the security systemâs armed and youâre almost sagging against him, the lights come off. Though youâve had plenty of time to adjust to the Leon that returned home from training, youâll never get used to the little alien ticks itâs given him. He navigates to your bedroom in complete blackness. He avoids the creaky floorboard just outside your door without seeing, deathly silent. The broad presence of him looms in the dark.
One wall of the bedroom is nothing but paneled glass, throwing a long square of dark blue moonlight over your rumpled comforter. While the view of the Potomac and Capital Hill is stellar from up here, youâve always felt out of place among the things Leonâs generous salary has earned the two of you: a flat with a private elevator in the nice part of town, fresh-off-the-press sports cars, a getaway cabin up north. So much of it you end up enjoying by yourself. It only ever feels worth it when heâs here, smacking his elbow into the digital wall-panel that controls your A/C.
ââsâ supposed to be a touch screen,â he sidebars himself for the tenth time. Softer, Leon adds, âBrush your teeth. Iâll be right there.â
You rope your arms around his middle and press your face into the heart of his back, careful of the bruises heâs doing his best to hide. âWanna wait for you.â
Leon doesnât protest. Thereâs more little beeps as he screws with the temperature of your mattress or something, deciding, âWe live in a damn spaceship. Are we too good for plain old-fashioned buttons now?â
Apparently you are, since old man Leon fails to figure out how to crank the heat up. You let him play with it for a little while longer (itâs not his fault heâs rarely home), and then intervene with a few quick taps when things get dire. The heater hums to life under the floor a beat later, and he turns in your grip to scoff, mystified by your vast and incredible knowledge.
âMy smart girl,â he hums.
Just that is enough to chip off a piece of your strength. Had he said that to you over the phone, a million miles away in god-knows-where, your knees would buckle. He is the only one who talks to you like thatâwith so much simple, uncomplicated love. Too tired to put your thoughts into words, you flatten a hand over his heart and kiss the sun-freckled nape of his neck.
âClingy,â Leon mutters. Youâre pretty sure itâs supposed to sound dry and funny, another one of his jokes. But then heâs smoothing both of his palms down your arms in two long handsy swaths, and the gesture tells you everything about just how clingy heâs feeling, too.
His stories make getting ready for bed an even slower affair. You couldnât mind if you wanted to. As you help him out of his starchy dress-shirt button by button, he surprises you with a rare explanation of where heâs been for the last weeks. The UK. Truly, your husband is the special secret agent to end all special secret agents: he talks around his job as if it was a bump heâd hit on the way home, entertaining you instead with his Leon-ified vision of London. Touristy as shit. Loud as shit. Smelled like shit.
âJust like DC,â he chuckles, and then a second time when your fluffy head pops through the collar of the sleep shirt heâs dressing you in.
Itâs too much rough, cinnamon spice laughter for one woman to stand. You duck away to brush your teeth and groan into your palms like a schoolgirl over him, but sure enough, Leon trails you, fingers chasing the hem of your shirt (his shirt) in a sleepy daze. He always keeps you in view. Nervous, maybe, to have you out of his sight.
This tradition continues when the two of you crawl into bed. Your eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and so has your body, able to sense him on the stupidly expensive mattress beside you. He thinks you canât tell, but his gaze roves over you again and againâdown your back when you flop face-first into the plush bedding, over the slope of your shoulder when you wiggle under the covers. Leon draws you into the glorious halo of his body heat with a gentle hand on your belly. If you could bottle this feeling, the whole world would be sick and stupid for him in hours. Minutes even.
You feel so safe that the word doesnât even come to mind. Just vague, peaceful shapes of things you know, home, sleep, cologne, cozy. His work-rough palm with his body-warm wedding band slips under your tee to sweep over your ribs. Then comes Leonâs face, just on the right side of stubbly as he shoves it between your shoulder blades without a single lick of shame. The breath he takes of you is so heavy that his whole frame shudders with it, top to bottom.
You remember how youâd burrowed into his jacket the second he got home and think, You are me and I am you. Weâre always on the same page.
With that, the stage is set. DCâs faraway glittering cityscape lights up all the raindrops on your window, and you watch them run as the two of you melt into one another. Leonâs warm breaths slow across your neck. Time for you to deliver your line.
You wet your lips and murmur into your pillow, âDo you want to talk about your mission?â
Legally, he canât say yes. Government secrets, bureaucracy, yadda yadda. Leon isnât always emotionally ready to crack open a coffin heâs just finished sealing, either, but while it is his job to close your case files for the night, youâre his wife. Youâre the only person who can knock on that door. With how little choice he has left in his life, you try to give him options whenever you can. Regardless, you know the man you marriedâstrong-willed on a mythical fucking level, and just as self-sacrificing. Heâll always try to spare you.
Sure enough, Leon says, âTomorrow. Do you want to talk about your case?â
You shake your head at him, exhausted to the point of dizziness. âTomorrow.â
A tender kiss is pressed to the nape of your neck, and the whole world goes silent for the perfect, husky whisper youâve ached to hear. You feel his wry smile against your skin. âWeâre always on the same page, baby.â
189 notes
·
View notes
hi, mango how are you? although it is highly unlikely, what if todoroki used his fire quirk to injure them but he didnt mean to and they're scared of fire? hope you have a great day<33
⥠Nightmares âĄ
Content Warning â ïž: Yandere, characters are aged up, injuries and burns, injury comfort, mostly fluffy comfort, Shoto has nightmares đ„ș
Summary: Shoto has frequent nightmares, but tonight he accidentally hurts you in his sleep while having one of these nightmares (Yan!Todoroki x GN!reader)
ïž”âżïž”âżàšâĄà§âżïž”âżïž”ïž”âżïž”âżàšâĄà§âżïž”âżïž”ïž”âżïž”âżàšâĄà§âżïž”âżïž”
Shoto would never hurt you, he never wanted to hurt you. You were precious to him. You deserved to be treasured. That was always his mentality when it came to you.
Shoto was subject to nightmares often, often times he would wake up and be able to calm himself down before going back to sleep. Most of them consisted of his childhood but the worst nightmares always had to do with you. His worst nightmares dealt with you falling out of love with him, or you getting hurt in some way.
You hum a bit at the movement beside you. Shoto slept with his arms around you, so it was strange that he had migrated so far away from you.
You sit up in the dark, turning to Shoto. You squint a bit, trying to adjust your eyes to the dark. You can hear Shoto muttering in his sleep, most of it is nonsense but the one thing you do hear is your name, he was having one of his nightmares again.
âHmm, ShotoâŠâ you mutter, softly placing your hand on his arm. âShotoâŠâ you mumble louder, shaking his arm a bit to hopefully wake him up. You could tell that his nightmare was escalating, his muttering was louder, he was sweating, his breath was even picking up.
âWake up youâre dreamingâ you say louder, shaking him so that he would hopefully wake up. âSho-â you start, being cut off by a shriek. Shoto jumps up at your scream immediately turning to you, seeing tears in your eyes and you holding onto your arm with he had clearly burned in his sleep while having his nightmare.
âDarling, let me see itâ Shoto says, watching you cry, trembling as you hold out your arm to him. God, he hated himself, how could he want to protect you from the world if he couldnât protect you from himself!? Luckily it wasnât to bad of a burn, but he could see you were shaken up.
âFuckâŠâ Shoto mutters, bringing his right hand up to your burn. He gently runs his hand over your skin, using his quirk to help sooth the burn. You hiss slightly at the feeling but itâs helping, the icy air feels like a cool blanket over your new burn. Shoto sighs, keeping his hand over your burn and cooling it off, you could practically see the pain in his eyes.
âIâm so sorry, my loveâŠâ He whispers, looking into your eyes while still soothing your new burn. An injury that he caused, if he meant to or not.
âItâs okay, ShotoâŠâ you whispered back, your eyes were kind and gentle despite the accidental pain he had caused you. âIt was an accidentâ you whispered, a gentle smile on your face as you look into his teary eyes.
âIâm going to be okay, I know you wouldnât hurt meâŠâ you whispered, letting out a small sigh at the cold air he still puts on your burn. He looks at you, a look of adoration in his tearful eyes. He truly loved you, he would never hurt you.
âI love you so much, darlingâŠâ
ïž”âżïž”âżàšâĄà§âżïž”âżïž”ïž”âżïž”âżàšâĄà§âżïž”âżïž”ïž”âżïž”âżàšâĄà§âżïž”âżïž”
Thank you for reading, darling!!
(A/N: I can totally see him having nightmares đđ Also Iâve been working on a lot of Miguel fics lately so I hope you guys like those because I have A LOT in the drafts)
Masterlist âž âĄ
291 notes
·
View notes
Trent Lane Boyfriend Headcanons! (SFW + NSFW under the cut)
(i just finished daria and have major Trent brain rot⊠but thereâs like no content for him so i guess i have to write it myself :p)
SFW:
He writes songs about you all the time (they donât always make sense but you still appreciate them)
Probably shows his love through physical touch or acts of service because heâs too broke to buy you gifts or take you anywhere nice đ
He always has an arm around your shoulder, a hand on your waist, or is at least linking pinkies with you. If youâre next to him, heâs touching you in some way
And if you ever need help with chores or a project, he offers to do it for you or help you finish it (which is saying a lot because heâs usually lazy af)
Always gives you his jacket when itâs cold without you even having to ask him :)
Loves to lay his head on your chest and fall asleep after late night gigs⊠you struggle to roll him off of you in the morning because he sleeps like a log đ
Calls you his âmuseâ occasionally
But he mostly calls you a cuter version of your name (like how he calls Jane âJaney,â) or just a simple âBabeâ or âHonâ
Most of your dates are at the bars Mystik Spiral is playing at
Youâll hang out there for a while and get pizza afterwards, then probably smoke đ in the tank
He asks your opinion on song lyrics, and youâll help him brainstorm rhymes
The man is nocturnal so you have a ton of late night phone calls
Youâre basically his sugar mama because again, heâs broke and unemployed
You have to reassure him that it doesnât bother you all the time, in fact heâs *almost* considered getting a job just for you because he loves you that much đ
(you can call him a deadbeat all you want. i would have no problem supporting my sweet baby girl đ€)
He also gets insecure sometimes that youâll leave him for someone more educated or successful⊠youâll have to explain to him that you donât care about that stuff and that you love him regardless of it
His idea of a perfect day is just laying in bed with you all day long⊠heâs big on cuddles, either laying his head on your chest or nuzzling up into your neck :)
Although he also enjoys spooning you, or having you lay on his chest while he runs his fingers through your hair (Heâs the best cuddler ever, try to change my mind)
Also loves going to the music store with you, and any other shops you enjoy going to
If you like piercings, youâll go on piercing dates together :)
If youâre nervous, heâll hold your hand and talk you through it đ
Keeping him company while he gets his tattoos
He likes to see what you buy for yourself so he can save up his money to buy you something nice for your birthday or anniversary đ„ș
LOVES when you sleep in his t shirts â€ïž He thinks you look so hot
He doesnât strike me as someone who has a specific type, he just likes whoever he gives with. You could be alternative like him or have the total opposite aesthetic, he just likes you for who you are đ„°
Desperately trying to get him to take care of himself by getting a better sleep schedule and maybe eating a piece of fruit every now and again đ
Watching Sick Sad World with Jane and Daria
The two of them look up to you because youâre one of the few people they think are cool, they mostly ask you for advice on relationships, school, and resolving their disputes
Jane asking you to help her dye her hair after Daria ruined it đ
You always encourage her and compliment her paintings, she sees you as a really cool older sister (except not actually because all of her relatives besides Trent are insane)
You try to help them out around the house with cooking and cleaning and buying groceries since their parents are never home
The other guys in the band tease him so hard because he talks about you constantly and always gets so happy when you call :)
Jesse was actually the one who set you guys up, and it makes him so happy to see you together
He keeps a picture of you on the dashboard of the tank just to make him smile whenever he sees it đ
NSFW: (18+/ MDNI)
Lazy morning sex (even though itâs at like 4 pm) because itâs the best way to wake him up ;)
Having sex in the tank right before a show because heâs convinced he plays better after he fucks you
Heâs a switch for sure, mostly because he doesnât always have the energy to be on top
Really likes long make out sessions where youâre straddling his lap and he can run his hands all along your body
Looooves watching you ride him
But he also enjoys pinning you down and dominating you đ
The cold metal of his rings against your skin drives you wild, especially when heâs fingering you
Will give you hickeys in the most obvious places because he thinks they look hot
Conversely, he loves it when you leave scratches down his back like youâre marking him as your territory
Listen, this man knows how to EAT đ€ (youâre probably the most nutritious thing he eats tbh)
He loves overstimulating you by making you cum on his tongue and then fucking you immediately after
But he also loves it when you return the favor⊠he canât think of any better sight than you on your knees going down on him đ
He knows that his voice turns you on and uses it against you to turn you on in public (which leads to the two of you running out to the tank for a quickie)
Heâs really good at talking you through it đ«
Not super loud during sex, but he does grunt and swear a lot
And when he gets close to finishing he starts letting out some airy moans, mostly saying your name over and over
Heâs not *super* freaky but he certainly knows how to show you a good time ;)
57 notes
·
View notes
Prompt: someone is mean to wrecker and the rest of the batch either chooses violence or chooses to comfort wrecker
Hello there!
I saw this as an opportunity to write about the Batch as cadets, and I RAN with it. Though I broke my own heart having to write a few mean things about Wrecker đ Theyâre sweet babies, and I want to give them the galaxy đ„č
No reader in this, just the boys. Hope it's okay!
Art by @alligatorpie1945 - go check out her awesome art! I kept her 'Through the Ages' series on my screen while writing to help get me in the headspace. All her art is gorgeous!
Brotherly Bonds
The holonet can be a wonderful yet vicious place. When Wreckerâs feelings are hurt, and he questions his place in the squad, his brothers rally together to fix it and comfort him.
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: Bit of whump, Wrecker being cyber-bullied by a Reg, caring brothers, protective brothers, bully gets called out, conflict is resolved, comfort and reassurance, happy ending.
The light of his datapad casts a blue glow over his face as he reads. Itâs late, their barracks dimly lit by the moonlight, but Wrecker canât sleep. His eyes trace the words repeatedly. Slow. Clumsy. Idiot. Each one feels like a vibroknife between his ribs.
It started a few days ago after a training drill with his brothers and a handful of Regs, who had seen him struggling with hand signals and tripping over his feet. It wasnât his fault he was bigger than everyone else and that hand signals all looked similar to him from a distance. Heâd been made this way. He was trying his best with what heâd been given. One day, heâd grow into his size and understand the signals. He was sure of it.
Wrecker sighs softly, turning onto his side to face the wall of his bunk. He pulls Lula closer, tucking her under his chin as he continues to read. He knows he should stop, that heâs only making himself feel worse by continuing, but he wants to know what everyoneâs thinking and doesnât want to walk into the mess hall tomorrow and be caught off guard.
The mean comments continue in the thread posted to the cadet chat boards. He and his brothers frequently ignore them, not caring for gossip, but Wrecker had heard things whispered under a Regâs breath at mealtime â a Reg who hadnât been part of their earlier drill. Other than hearing it through the grapevine, the boards would be the only other place.
Wreckerâs fingers tighten around the edges of his datapad, the cold metal digging into his palms. He takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the hurtful words. Despite his tough exterior, the comments on the chat boards have chipped away at his confidence. The camaraderie he shares with his brothers shields him from most insults, but the online world has found a crack in his armour.
As he scrolls through the thread, Wrecker canât help but notice the lack of empathy in the words of his fellow cadets. The faceless avatars behind the comments donât understand his challenges, trying to fit in a world where he doesnât â metaphorically and literally. He wonders if theyâd say the same things to his face or if the anonymity of the virtual space emboldens them.
Lula provides some comfort amid his turmoil, a reminder that his brothers care and love him, the stuffed tooka being a present from them. He squeezes her a little tighter as he contemplates shutting down the datapad, shutting out the negativity, but a stubborn curiosity keeps him scrolling. Itâs as if heâs searching for that one comment that might offer understanding or support, even though he knows the likelihood is slim.
Wreckerâs brow furrows as he reads a particularly cutting comment. âIdiot canât even understand signals. How'd he even make it out the tube? The rest of them are carrying him.â The words sting, and Wrecker feels a surge of anger, but beneath it lies a more profound, more insidious emotionâdoubt.
He glances at the sleeping forms of his brothers in the dimly lit barracks. They trust and depend on him, yet the doubts the Regs have planted in his mind start to take root. Wrecker wonders if heâs genuinely holding the team back. Maybe his brothers would be better off without him in the squad, with someone more agile and quick-witted in his place.
Lulaâs stitched eyes seem to gaze at him with understanding, and Wrecker can almost hear Techâs voice in his head, rattling off statistics and probabilities to prove that their team is more robust with him in it. But those voices are drowned out by the relentless comments scrolling on his datapad.
In the solitude of the night, Wrecker quietly shuts off his datapad and gets up, careful not to wake his brothers. He steps outside into the bright corridor and starts walking, going until he reaches one of the many bridges connecting different parts of Tipoca City. Itâs cool out, but the earlier stormy weather has passed.
Leaning against the railing, Wrecker looks up at the stars. The vastness of the galaxy puts his problems into perspective. But the doubts linger. As he contemplates his place in the squad, he wonders if he should ask to be transferred. He doesnât want to be the weak link, not when his brotherâs lives are on the line.
A voice startles him. âHey, Wreck, having trouble sleeping?â Itâs Hunter, concern etched on his face as he reaches him, standing at his side at the railing.
Wrecker tries to shrug off the unease. âNah, just needinâ some air.â He slaps on a grin. âWas hopinâ to see that big olâ creature they say lives out here.â His gut rolls with the lie as he gestures to the choppy sea surrounding them, not wanting Hunter to worry. Although they were still cadets, he knew his older brother was already carrying a heavy weight, and he was being primed to lead them once they were old enough to fight.
Hunter studies Wrecker for a moment, his sharp senses missing very little. He sees beyond the forced grin and recognizes the turmoil in Wreckerâs eyes. Without saying a word, Hunter leans on the railing beside him. âYeah, I heard about that creature too.â He says with a faint smile as he plays into his brotherâs lie. âBut I think itâs just a story to keep cadets like us from wandering too far.â He adds on. Silence lingers for a second before he speaks up again. âYou doing okay, Wreck? You seem a bit off tonight.â
Wrecker hesitates, then sighs, the weight of the words on the datapad still lingering in his mind. âJust... things people are saying. About me. On those chat boards.â
Hunterâs expression tightens as he glances at Wrecker. âYou shouldnât let those get to you. People donât know what itâs like for us.â
Wrecker nods, but the doubt remains evident in his eyes. âI know, but sometimes I wonder if theyâre right. If Iâm really holding the squad back.â
Hunter turns fully towards Wrecker, his gaze unwavering. âWrecker, youâre an essential part of this squad. Donât let some unfounded comments make you question that. Weâre not just soldiers; weâre brothers. And brothers stick together. Youâre not holding us back; youâre lifting us up with your strength, both in training and out of it.â His tone leaves no room for doubt.
Wrecker looks at Hunter, a mix of gratitude and uncertainty in his eyes. âYou really think so?â
Hunter reaches out, placing a hand on Wreckerâs shoulder. âI know so. Who else could toss droids across the room like you do? Who else could diffuse a bomb so quickly without breaking into a sweat? We need your strength and steady hands, Wrecker, and more importantly, we need you. We wouldnât be the Bad Batch without you.â
Wreckerâs tense shoulders gradually relax under Hunterâs reassuring touch. The doubt in his eyes begins to fade. He takes a deep breath, absorbing Hunterâs words.
âThanks, Hunter. I appreciate it.â Wrecker says, a genuine smile breaking through his earlier turmoil.
Hunter nods, squeezing Wreckerâs shoulder before letting go. âAnytime, vod. Remember, the opinions of others donât define you. We know your worth, and thatâs what matters.â
Hunterâs words gradually sink in, pushing back against the doubts that had taken root in Wreckerâs mind. As they head back to the barracks together, Wrecker canât help but feel grateful for the unwavering support.
The following day, as Wrecker takes his turn in the fresher, Hunter slips across to Techâs bunk, gesturing with a hand for Crosshair to join them. The three boys gather, and Hunter shares what happened last night. Before heâs finished the story, Tech reaches for his datapad and other equipment strewn around his bunk area, fingers flying over the screen as he starts to pinpoint who started the thread and the names of every cadet whoâd commented.
Crosshairâs expression darkens as he listens, his hawkish eyes narrowing on the information on Techâs datapad. âWeâre going to have a little chat with this individual.â He hisses, anger curling through his body that Regs were daring to pick on his brother. None of them deserved to be tormented, especially not Wrecker â he was the softest.
Tech nods in agreement, his fingers working efficiently on the datapad. âIâve already gathered enough evidence to expose them.â
The day progresses as usual for the squad, with their training and drills occupying most of their time. Though still carrying the weight of the hurtful comments, Wrecker finds solace in his brothersâ unwavering support. Hunter keeps a watchful eye on him, and Tech and Crosshair discreetly work on their plan to confront the Reg who had started the thread.
As night approaches, the boys gather in their barracks after dinner. The atmosphere is tense, a mix of anticipation and determination. Wrecker can sense something is brewing, but his brothers maintain their usual poker faces. He decides not to pry, trusting in their brotherly bond.
They settle in for bed, comfortable in their bunks. Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair wait until they hear the familiar sounds of Wreckerâs light snores before they move, pushing back the flimsy sheets to put their plan into action.
The trio slip out of their bunks with practised stealth, moving like shadows through the dimly lit room. As they exit the room, the hallways of Tipoca City are eerily silent at this hour. Tech guides them towards the quarters of the cadet responsible for starting the thread.
They arrive at the designated quarters, one of many identical doors in the sterile corridor. Hunter knocks firmly, and a moment later, the door slides open to reveal a surprised cadet dressed for sleep.
âHell do you want?â the cadet asks, eyeing the trio suspiciously.
Without a word, Crosshair steps forward, scowl firmly in place, making the cadet uncomfortable. Tech, meanwhile, holds up his datapad, displaying the evidence of the derogatory comments. Hunterâs gaze is stern.
âAxel, right? We need to talk.â Hunter says calmly, but thereâs an undeniable edge to his voice.
Axel stammers, realizing the gravity of the situation. The brothers are not here for idle chit-chat. The door to the next room opens slightly, curious faces peeking out to see the commotion.
âYour comments about Wrecker end now.â Crosshair declares, his tone cold and uncompromising. âAnd weâre making sure everyone knows the consequences of targeting one of our own.â
Tech steps forward, his datapad at the ready. âWe have evidence of every comment you made and the names of those who joined in. You can either stop this now and publicly apologize, or we can take this to General Ti and let her handle it.â
Axel, now visibly nervous, stumbles over his words. âI... I didnât think it would get this serious. It was just banter, yâknow?â
Hunter narrows his eyes. âBanter or not, it stops. Now.â
Axel nods quickly, realizing heâs caught in a situation he hadnât anticipated. âOkay, okay. Iâll delete the comments, and Iâll apologize. Just... donât involve General Ti, please.â
Crosshair leans in, his eyes piercing. âYou mess with one of us; you mess with all of us. Remember that.â
The trio leaves Axelâs quarters, their message delivered. As they walk back to their own barracks, Tech speaks up. âIâve ensured that the evidence is backed up in multiple locations. If they try anything again, we have leverage.â
Hunter nods in approval. âGood. Hopefully, this wonât happen again. Weâre a team, and we protect our own.â
The three brothers slip back into their bunks in their barracks with the same practised stealth. Wrecker stirs slightly, arms tightening around Lula, but he remains blissfully unaware of the nocturnal mission his brothers had just undertaken on his behalf.
In the morning, as Wrecker and his brothers assemble for training drills again with the Regs, thereâs a noticeable shift in the air. Although heâs still feeling a lingering sting from the chat boards, Wrecker picks up on the change. Only when they pause for a break, and heâs approached, does he start to piece together bits of the puzzle.
Axel approaches Wrecker with a hesitant expression. His eyes avoid direct contact, and thereâs a nervous shuffle in his stance. The other cadets nearby glance between them, sensing that something is about to unfold.
âWrecker.â Axel begins, his voice a mixture of discomfort and reluctance. âI... I wanted to apologize. I started the chat board thread, and what I said was out of line. I didnât realize how much it would affect you. It was just stupid banter, and I didnât think about the consequences.â
Wrecker looks at Axel with a mixture of surprise and scepticism. He wasnât expecting an apology, and part of him wondered if this was just another act. Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair watch from a distance, ready to step in if needed.
Axel continues. âI deleted the comments, and Iâm sorry for any hurt I caused. Iâll make sure it doesnât happen again.â
Wrecker studies him for a moment, then nods. âApology accepted.â He says, surprising not just Axel but also himself. Despite the hurtful words, Wrecker knows that people can make mistakes, and perhaps this is an opportunity for growth.
Axel visibly relaxes, a mix of relief and gratitude on his face. The tension in the air began dissipating, and the other cadets exchanged glances, unsure what to make of this unexpected turn of events. Wrecker, however, feels a strange sense of closure, as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.
âThanks.â Axel mumbles, still avoiding direct eye contact.
Wrecker grins, clapping a hand on Axelâs shoulder, being careful not to jostle him. âNo hard feelings. Just remember, weâre all in this together.â
Axel nods, and with that, he retreats to his group, who shoot curious glances in Wreckerâs direction. The training drills resume, but the atmosphere has shifted. Wrecker notices a few glances exchanged among the cadets and the odd appreciative smile as he uses his strength to help them, but this time, he holds his head high.
Later that day, as he and his brothers gathered in their barracks, Wrecker couldnât help but feel a sense of gratitude towards them. They hadnât said anything, but he knew theyâd played a part in Axelâs apology. Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair may not have erased the pain caused by the hurtful comments, but theyâve shown him that heâs not alone. Theyâve stood by him, defended him.
As the evening progresses, the solidarity among the brothers remains strong. They fall into their usual cuddle pile, sharing laughter and snacks salvaged from the mess hall, reinforcing their unbreakable bond.
Wrecker reflects on the events of the past few days in the quiet moments before sleep claims them. The weight of doubt and hurt that had burdened his shoulders has been replaced by a newfound resilience. His brothers, the pillars of strength in his life, have reassured him of his worth and taken action to protect him.Â
As Wrecker drifts into slumber, he clings to the knowledge that, no matter what challenges they might face, heâs part of a united family. In the moonlit barracks, the Bad Batch rests, stronger than ever, ready to face whatever the galaxy throws their way.
Tag list: @clonethirstingisreal
81 notes
·
View notes
Hi babe!
Here's a prompt for lestappen and a little drink to get you away from contract law for a bit
âgod, here- just hold my hand.â
đčđč tagay tayo
DARLING BABYđ„șđđ„șđđ„șđđ„șđđ„șđ love you so much you have no ideađ„șđ Sorry if I'm late but these fucking exams are taking my will to live out of međđđđ
Now here's a little something for youđđ
-
Max loves petrichor. He likes the rain falling softly over things in the summer, the soft gray clouds and the muted lights, cutting through the merciless heat. The thunder in the distance, softly rumbling, playing over his thoughts. He has had many fond memories linked to the rain, many karting wins, race wins, pole positions, championships and Champions League finals won by his favourite football team. Sports and the rain are a fan favourite.
But Max doesn't like the rain now. It's late night, two am or not too much after, and he is pacing nervously in a square metre space. He's in the Ferrari garage at the Circuit de la Sarthe, for his first ever actual 24h of Le Mans, and he's stressed as fuck. He's not supposed to be in the car for another few hours, but the torrential rain is pouring down the track and it's keeping him awake. He has slept for a while after his stint, the adrenaline falling down rapidly, but he woke up after a particularly loud thunder and he's been restless for the past fifteen minutes, worried for Charles, his teammate.
That's just one of the many strange things happening that early Sunday. Like the yellow circle with a familiar looking red bull painting nicely the side of the red car. A little partnership, as Christian called it when Max phoned him one stupid morning to ask him why the fuck did Ferrari offer him a deal to drive for them for the 2032 endurance championship?
The best kept secret in the world, because seeing Charles and Carlos' surprised faces when he appeared in Via Abetone Inferiore, Maranello, was the fucking funniest thing Max had ever seen. But that was over a year ago, now Max isn't laughing, he's biting his nails worried for Charles.
The Monegasque is managing the car beautifully, breezing past the other GT cars as if they weren't even there. He's born for it and Max shouldn't even worry about Charles. But it's Le Mans and it's raining at night.
"CabrĂłn, stop pacing, you're making me anxious!" Carlos says, slapping Max's shoulder. He knows the Spaniard will slap him in the face if he keeps on flapping his hands around. "Fifteen minutes and he'll be out of the car, we have this under control, go back to sleep," Carlos says and Max can't really argue with him. What is settling in his stomach is still not very good.
Carlos ignores him and keeps on preparing for the drive. A mechanic brings Max a warm infusion, to relax a bit, Max. He thanks him and drinks it, he quite likes the fact that Ferrari has both cans of Red Bull and infusions. One for each of his messy mental states.
"Ten minutes, Max, then he's all yours," Carlos says snickering when Max finishes his drink and plays with the paper cup.Â
"Fuck off, Carlos," Max spits as his leg keeps bouncing.
He spends the next minutes with his eyes glued to the TV screen in the box, leaning on his chair. Carlos cracks his knuckles and mutters: showtime. The whole garage turns alive as Carlos grabs his seat and goes out to the lay-by. They load up the tank and Charles gets out. Carlos gets in and drives away. The Monegasque gets in the box among pats on the back and Max looks at him.
Charles looks happy, he'd jump around if he wasn't so tired. He sinks into the chair next to Max and looks at him with those smiley green eyes. He takes off his gloves and Max squeezes the little paper cup in his hands.
"What are you doing up?" Charles asks, his accent prominent, his Rs inexistent.
"Couldn't sleep," Max says as he passes his hands on his face.Â
Charles takes off his helmet and his balaclava and looks at Max with his hair rumpled. Stupid Monegasque, stupid hair and stupid tired brain for making his heart beating wildly.
"Why?" Charles asks, simply. He puts his helmet down on his thighs. A mechanic brings him the same cup Max has destroyed in his hand. Charles thanks him in Italian and spreads his legs a bit wider, touching Max thigh with his knees. Max looks at the point where their bodies are meeting and then looks at Charles. The Monegasque smiles. Motherfucker.Â
"Answer meeee," Charles says, sipping his beverage. Max's leg keeps on bouncing, but now he doesn't have an explanation. Charles is next to him. His brain is fucking weird, Max can't understand it.
"YouâŠ" Max says, trying to make his leg stop twitching. It's useless, so he flaps his hands around too.
Charles smiles at him, a mixture of endeared and surprised. "Me? Were you worried about me in the race? I can keep it in the lines with the rain, even if I'm not a maniac like you and Carlos!"
Max shakes his head and looks at where Charles' hand is resting on his red suit. "Hey, are you okay, Max? Fuck, you shake like a leaf, do you want me to call the doctor?"
Max shakes his head. He should really fucking sleep. Carlos' hypercar is shown on tv and Max tries to steady his breath. It's not very useful.
"God, here, hold my handâŠ" Charles says, opening his palm and pushing it in Max's face. The Dutchman blinks at it. Charles rolls his eyes and takes Max's hand in his. It's warm, not sweaty, and incredibly soft. Charles definitely uses expensive hand lotion.
"Yes, I do," Charles says and Max blushes a little, he said it out loud. "Don't worry, just try to focus on your breathing, Max, then we'll go and lay down a little, is it okay?"
"Yeah, thank you," Max croaks. Charles squeezes his hand and smiles.
Max feels his eyes get a bit heavier and he leans over Charlesâ shoulder. The Monegasque lets him rest there and Max feels sleep coming to him once again. Max doesn't know if he's dreaming of it or it's really happening, but he feels a pair of lips on his hair, mumbling a good night, baby softly. He hums happily anyway.
It's going to be a long nightâŠÂ
203 notes
·
View notes
hair too long / kai havertz
summary: when your boyfriend comes back home after training, he doesn't know why you're acting strange all of the sudden.
wc: 880 words
author's note: referencing a song by the vamps bc i didn't know what to title this. first time writing for kai jaksjsj kinda nervous ngl. had a bit of writers block lately so that's why it's short đ dedicated to @oh-saints bc they're the devil in my shoulder convincing me to not let the idea go. hope you like it either way đ«Ą
it was fairly early to start on with your day, so that's why you were still laying on the bed, too lazy to actually get up and start ticking things off your to-do list. you were about to get up to make breakfast, after becoming quickly bored of your social media feeds, until, a video with your boyfriend's face graced your screen. you smiled at the chance of seeing him, even if you had seen him through sleep filled eyes before his departure to train. he was about to come home either way, but you still missed his presence in the house, and hearing his voice always made you feel giggly inside: even after all this time together.
"oh, i need to go to the barber again," kai joked when the video started, passing his fingers through his dark wavy locks to rearrange his hair to look good for the camera. he then continued talking about his last goal scored, gushing about enzo, amazed at how easily he seemed to have gotten the ball onto his feet: so easy that your boyfriend had initially thought that he was offside.
truth is, you weren't really listening after he had joked about cutting his hair. you liked his current hairstyle too much, longer than the last few months when he had kept it rather buzzed. it's not that you disliked it before, because to you, he was handsome either way, but you preferred it a tad bit longer: enough to run your fingers through his locks, gently caressing them.
the thought almost didn't leave your mind during the morning, thinking about ways you could convince him of keeping this hairstyles a bit longer while you got through the things in your list. you knew that the main reason he didn't leave his hair get this long was to keep things practical and avoid it from annoying him during the games, but you were hopeful that you could find a middle ground.
eventually, your boyfriend came back home, and although you were dying to be on his arms again, you tried to play it off when he started to wander through your shared home, looking for you. it didn't take long for him to find you, already drawn to the kitchen by the noises that the utensils you were making lunch with made.
kai got a hold of your figure, embracing you from behind while nestling his face onto the crook of your neck, leaving a little kiss there that made you squirm under his touch. "what's wrong?," he said, his characteristic accent lacing through his words. he was tilting his head slightly, confusion clear in his features when you didn't turn your head to give him a proper kiss. he made you turn around, gripping your hips a little bit tighter, and trying to find your gaze to see what had gone wrong while he was at cobham. "you don't love me?" you asked seriously, keeping the smirk from forming on your lips. if he got to see even a glimpse of your smile, your lie won't be believable, and you wanted to make him suffer, even if it was just for a little while.
"why are you asking that, liebling?," kai asked, confused about your change in demeanor. he remembered you kissing him goodbye before he went to training, and everything seemed to be fine between you two. "of course i do," he reassured, kissing your forehead lovingly. eventually, you decided to put him out of his misery, only when he lifted his eyebrows in question when you weren't emitting any sound. the smile betrayed you at the end, before your lips confessed the truth. "you tell me, mr. 'i need to go to the barber again'".
kai tilted his head back, laughing in disbelief at your antics. "you like it like this, then?" he asked, one hand departing from your figure to get his fingers through his hair, at which you smiled while nodding. "yeah, it makes you look cute," you pointed out, scrunching your nose while smiling cutely at him. he grinned at your reaction, planting a little kiss on your nose. the words seemed to have sink in a bit after, because when he lifted his head back up he changed his soft expression from before. "cute?" he frowned, clearly dissatisfied with your answer. "i was expecting hot, handsome, not cute".
smirking, you nonchalantly commented, "well, i'm sure it would be hot if i get to pull it when you're between my legs, you know?". kai seemed to get your hint, dropping his head back down to capture your lips into a kiss. it was slow and soft at first, confirming the love he had for you, even if he knew your doubts were only for the joke. eventually, your hands went from his neck to the top of his head, slightly tugging on his hair. he intensified the kiss then, deepening it and biting your lower lip eliciting a moan to fall from your lips. "do you always have these dirty thoughts when i'm not here, schatzi?".
"why don't you figure it out?" you smiled devilishly, and he gripped your waist a little bit tighter before starting to step backwards until you reached your bedroom door.
256 notes
·
View notes
can i kiss you now? (part 2 to âi fucking hate youâ)Â
part 1 part 3
eddie x fem!reader
summary: reader is trying to recover from whatever tf happened yesterday and eddie is getting a litttlleee too jealous seeing reader with other guys.
warnings: jealous eddie, switch!eddie, switch!reader, unprotected piv sex, oral sex f receiving, eddie is down bad, praise kink, public sex, violence! mentions of blood, cuts, bruises, wounds, kissing the devil (billy) SORRY!! ANGST, eddie is in denial, but so is reader honestly. reader and eddie are actually dumb.
5.2k words of filth and angst.
a/n: iâm really proud of this one, i hope you enjoy! please reblog and leave feedback, donât just like!! iâm really enjoying writing this series, i have lots of ideas in my head and i just gotta find the motivation to keep goingđ.
itâs been a few hours since whatever the fuck happened between you and eddie and he hasnât looked at you once, heâs been avoiding eye contact, and you just have had enough of him pretending like he didnât fuck your brains out and just leave you alone,
after he left you alone you slowly got up, you were a little sore, limping slightly to your class, you told the teacher you were on your period which is why you were late and got off with a warning,
when you finally got home, your parents werenât home again, you havenât seen them in so long, itâs like you live here alone at this point. you walk upstairs and take a shower, cleaning eddie off from between your legs, it hurt to think about him just leaving but sure you liked the roughness and everything he was calling you, but you still wanted him to stay with you after.
itâs just sex itâs not like you wanted him to be your boyfriend right? fuck no god he would be such a horrible boyfriend, all he cares about is himself that douche bag god how could you even think about being with him in a relationship. itâs totally reasonable for him to just get up and leave itâs not like you guys are dating or anythingâŠ
you leave the shower and dry off sighing looking at the bite marks eddie left all over you, you feel conflicted about this whole situation, is it gonna happen again? are you guys friends with benefits now? or is it enemies with benefits? you sigh walking out the door with just your towel, you were home alone after all.
you walk into your room and your telephone rings, you look confused at it and walk towards it. you pick it up and answer, âyes? whose this?â
âitâs chrissy! can i come over? we need to get ready for your date with billy tomorrow!â you sigh into the phone forgetting about that. fuck.
âi- chrissy i donât know about that date i might cancelâŠâ you can hear her pout and you almost feel bad, but sheâs the one who put you in this situation.
âwhy not? is something wrong? iâm coming over okay?â you take a deep breath and just let her come over, itâs better than thinking about eddie all night.
chrissy knocks on your door 10 minutes later, she doesnât live very far, you head downstairs and open the door for her, she was still wearing her cheer uniform and you were wearing a sports bra and shorts,
chrissy walks in and hugs you âis everything okay?â she gives you a concerned look and sighs. âif you donât want to go on that date with billy i totalllllyyy get it but i feel like youâll regret it because heâs the hottest guy in hawkins i mean have you seen that ass?â you laugh and look her in the eyes wanting to tell your bestfriend about eddie but was scared of her reaction.
she tilts her head and her eyes soften âyou know you can talk to me about anything.â
you almost tear up you felt so stupid for sleeping with eddie, your whole highschool experience youâve been hating him, and you still do, but how did you guys get to this point?
âchrissy- i-, i have to tell you something, please donât judge me, it just happened and i donât know how it happened it all just happened so fast i donât know what to do and i feel so shitty and i just need to tell someone.â you pant out.
chrissy grabs your hand and takes you to the living room, sitting down on the couch âwhat happened? i promise i wonât judge you.â
âme and eddie⊠we um-â you close your eyes, you havenât said it out loud yet. chrissy nods in understanding and waits for you to continue.
âwe had sexâ you blurt out.
chrissyâs eyes widen and she rubs your shoulder back and forth and you start to tear up wrapping your arms around chrissyâs shoulder. âitâs okayâŠâ chrissy kisses the top of your head and you sigh into her touch. âiâm such an idiotâ you pull back from the hug and the tears stain your cheek, you look up at chrissy and chrissy shakes her head âno youâre not, letâs take a deep breath what happened? tell me how it happened okay? letâs figure it out together.â she wipes the tears off your cheek.
you tell her how it happened and chrissy was fuming. âwhat the fuck is wrong with him? so he just left you? no aftercare at all? what an asshole my god. we have to get him backâ
you laugh at her anger âgod no i donât want to even look at him.. iâd probably break down.â
âbut we need to make him pay! god heâs such a dick. itâs not your fault you know? heâs such a manipulative douchebag. i have a proposition, you might not like it but hear me out.â chrissy grabs your cheek and rubs back and forth with her thumb.
you wipe the singular tear falling off your cheek and nod your head for her to continue.
-
âchrissy are you sure about this?â you look at yourself in the mirror and flatten the little black dress chrissy let you borrow, it was short, it laid right under your ass, it was tight showing off your curves and low cut just enough to show some cleavage, you donât really wear stuff like this so you weâre definitely feeling weird, but you felt good, confident. it was the next day and 6:55 pm 5 minutes before your date with billy.
chrissyâs plan was to go on the date with billy at the hideout, she said that eddieâs band plays there all the time so eddie would see you both and probably shit his pants. you loved concerts so even if you had to deal with billyâs insistent flirting, then so be it, you just needed to get him jealous.
âof course iâm sure! you look so hotâ chrissy walks up from behind you and wraps her hand around your waist putting her chin on your shoulder looking at you through the reflection of the mirror.
you smile and nod, âokayâ you sigh out âdo you think thisâll work?â
âi mean yeah, and you donât have to go to prom with him, or even date him, im sorry i forced you into going to prom with him⊠but that doesnât mean you canât have fun tonight! if you need me please call me, iâll pick you up, call me as soon as you get back home! â chrissy puts your hair on your shoulder and smiles.
a honk from outside cuts your conversation short, and you both take a deep breath. âyou ready hot stuff?â chrissy grins at you and grabs your hand to take you outside.
you open the door and find billy in his car smoking a cigarette looking straight ahead. you speed walk towards his car turning around one more time to wave at chrissy, she smiles at you and waves back mouthing âhave fun!â and you open the door, smiling nervously at him.
âhey!â you fidget with your fingers and look at him.
âhey gorgeous⊠i like your pretty dress, you wear it for me?â he looks you up and down and grabs your thigh, throwing his cigarette out the window.
you shiver and think of how eddie said that yesterday too. why do men think you wear everything for them?
âumm sure, you ready to go?â picking at your nails.
âcourse i am, letâs go.â billy letâs go of your thigh and you sigh in relief.
-
you walk into the hide out and smile widely looking around at everything. it was a dream, people were talking, and drinking, and dancing, and a band was playing metal music, your favorite.
âyou sure you wanna stay in this shit hole gorgeous?â billy touches the small of your back and you nod.
âare you kidding i love it here!â you run to the dance floor to dance and jump up and down with the crowd. the song ends and you sigh standing waiting for the next song, it was a slower song, but you still loved this song. you smile and tell billy to come next to you. he doesnât have an expression on his face but he walks towards you anyway grabbing your hand, you turn around so your back is facing his chest and grind your ass against him, he groans, grabbing your hips and guiding you. you feel his erection pressed on to your lower back and sigh against him.
you couldnât help but wish it was eddie behind you, so you close your eyes imagining it was him touching you like this, him grabbing your ass and kissing your neck, heat pools between your legs at the thought and you quietly moan under your breath,
you open your eyes slowly and find yourself looking at eddie, he was standing in the corner of the backstage for the next band, and you almost fall forward but continue to dance with billy. jesus fucking shit you thought, this is really happening. the song ends and you already know eddieâs band is next.
âand letâs give it up for corroded coffin!â everyone cheers loudly, and you stop dancing with billy. eddie walks out and he makes eye contact with you, his big smile fades and his wander to see billy behind you wrapping his hands around your waist and his jaw clenches but he looks away and starts the song, riffing his gutiar.
you stare at eddie and think of all the things he did to you yesterday, and how he just left you there, how he ignored you for the rest of the day, acting as if nothing happened.
you feel the anger pool inside your stomach and you grab billyâs cheeks and kiss him wanting to forget about eddie, and make him watch.
billy groans into the kiss and his hand on your waist trails down to your ass and squeezes you moan into the kiss. billy bites your lip and you let him inside your mouth, your tongueâs intertwining. you pull his hair and he bucks his hip into yours and you feel how hard he is.
âyou wanna get out of here gorgeous?â billy sighs into your mouth.
âmm not right nowâ you smile into the kiss and your eyes wander to see eddieâs eyes shooting daggers at you both. you keep making out with billy, and want to spice things up so you tell him to kiss your neck.
he obliges immediately, leaving kisses all around your neck and you fake a moan. making direct eye contact with eddie as billy leaves marks on your neck.
eddieâs jaw clenches and he sings the song in pure anger, you could see the air coming out of his nose. and his face getting red. the song ends and eddieâs band is dismissed. eddie gives you one last look before heading backstage you smile in accomplishment pushing billy off of you and saying youâre heading to the ladies room. you just wanted to touch up a bit. you turn your head and find billy already talking to a different girl, not like you care, youâre just here for eddie.
you head into the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror, you check yourself out in the dress and youâre really, really, happy chrissy let you borrow it because it made you feel good.
as you open the door to walk out, eddie is walking in, you stumble back, he looks you up and down and locks the door behind you both.
you smile at him sweetly, âthis is the ladies room munson, if you didnât noticeâ
âoh yeah? did you like my show?â he holds back his smile and walks closer to you.
âmmm not really iâd give a solid D for performance. A for effort thoughâ you hold up a thumbs up. âdid you like mine?â you laugh slightly and eddieâs eyes soften a bit.
eddie laughs in disbelief his tongue poking the side of his cheek. âcouldâve done better than that sweetheart, iâd give the make out a 2/10, not enough ass grabbing in my opinion.â
âoh yeah?â you smirk and put your hands on your hips.
âdid your date like the show?â he sniffs, and lifts his chin up, lifting up his eyebrows in question.
you smile knowing you got to him. you roll your eyes jokingly and start to walk towards the door,âmm not sure lemme go ask him-â
eddie stops you, extending his arm so you canât walk any further. ânuh uh, youâre staying right here with me sweetheart.â
âand what if i donât?â you raise an eyebrow at him.
âyou will, now why donât you go ahead and tell me what the fuck youâre doing with billy piece of shit hargrove out there huh?â eddieâs jaw clenches as he says his name and you back up so youâre standing right in front of him.
âand why on earth would you, eddie pretentious asshole munson care?â you challenge him crossing your arms together, your cleavage showing more, you donât miss the way eddieâs eyes flicker between your chest and your eyes.
âuh uh,â you snap your fingers in his face âeyes up here munsonâ
eddie rolls his eyes and rubs his forehead like he was trying to get rid of a headache, âi wasnât looking-â
âmm yeah you keep telling yourself that sweetheart.â you call him the pet name he always calls you.
âyouâre a fucking brat, sometimes i wish you would just shut the fuck up and listen to me.â
âwhy donât you make me then?â your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek and you smile waiting for his reaction.
eddie shakes his head and laughs in disbelief. he feels all the blood rush to his cock and he walks closer to you, putting your hair behind your ear, âyou sure you want that sweetheart? isnât your little date waiting for you outside?â
your eyes flicker between his eyes and his lips, âoh him? donât worry about him, heâs a big boy.â
eddie hums in approval and leans into your ear, âand what am i?â
âyou? well youâre my little fuck toy baby, what else would you be?â you run your fingers up and down under eddieâs shirt, and eddieâs breath hitches.
âyeah? iâm your little fuck toy now? f-fuck.â you nod and lean up to whisper in his ear,
âcan i touch you eddie?â you scratch eddieâs stomach, he nods quickly, you smile at his submission and your hands reach down to palm him through his black skinny jeans.
eddie moans quietly and you continue touching him, you grab his now hard cock and squeeze. ânow whatâs got you all worked up like this baby?â
ây-youâ eddie starts to breathe heavily when you unbuckle his belt, and unbutton his jeans, you reach your hand down in his boxers and start to stroke his length slowly,
eddie chokes on a moan, âf-fuck sweetheart, whatâs gotten into you?â
ânothing, i just think⊠you need a little punishment.â you bite eddieâs neck and lick the area to soothe it.
âpunishment for what?â eddie arches his neck to the side to give you more access and you smirk against his skin,
âfor being such an asshole all the time.â you take your hand away from his cock and back away, jumping onto the sink and sitting.
eddie gives you his big puppy dog eyes and whines at the loss of your touch. âw-whyâd you stop?â
âi said this was a punishment didnt i? now come over here and make me feel good.â eddie gives a small smile and walks towards you, he tries to kiss you but you hold a finger out his lips touching your finger. he kisses your finger and you pull your finger away.
âno kissing.â you sigh out and straighten out your dress.
âno kissing huh? is that my punishment baby? really?â he smiles and shakes his head,
âoh weâre just getting started with your punishment sweet boy.â you open your legs wider and let him take a look at the black lace thong you were wearing. âtake it off for me?â
âg-god jesus h. christ sweetheart, thatâs so fucking hot.â he grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him so his clothed crotch can rub against your panties. he bucks up into you and you moan grabbing on to his neck to grind back against him.
âyouâre so big eddie fuckâŠâ eddie whimpers at your praise and he kisses your neck, trailing down your whole body, he moves the dress to wrap around your waist snapping the black thong string against your skin, you cuss at the sting.
he gets on his knees and kisses your cunt through your very, very thin panties. you gasp and buck your hips against his face, grabbing his hair and pulling him to get where you want him.
eddie groans at your hair pulling and takes off your thong slowly it was slick with arousal and he took it off with his teeth, he takes it and put it in his pocket. âgonna use this to jerk off laterâŠâ
he leaves another wet kiss on your now bare cunt, and then licks a big fat stripe up your pussy making you cry out in pleasure. âfuck eddie donât be such a tease.â
you could feel eddie smirk against you and he finally takes your clit inside his mouth and sucks. you moan loudly and pull his hair, âfuck just like that baby, yes god my good boy keep doing that.â
eddie moans against you and you hum at the vibration, your eyes close shut and you feel so good, like youâre on euphoria with eddie on his knees for you like this.
you wrap your legs around eddieâs head trying to get him impossibly closer to you, and you can see eddie humping the air trying to get any type of relief, you moan at the sight and continue to buck your hips into his tongue.
âs-shit eddie your tongue feels so good, make me cum yeah?â eddie hums in approval and you sigh in pleasure pulling eddieâs hair so hard you could pull it off when he licks that sweet spongy spot inside of you.
âi-im so fucking close donât stop.â eddie adds two of his fingers on you circling your clit adding pressure onto you with his tongue and fingers, you could scream at this point but you bite your hand to keep quiet.
you moan loudly and clamp down on eddieâs tongue, cumming all over his face. eddie stands up with a smile on his face licking whatever he can reach with his tongue.
âcan i kiss you now?â he smirks and wipes his face with a finger and shoving it inside your mouth. you suck on his finger and look at him holding eye contact the whole time.
you stop sucking on eddieâs finger and look him up and down, âtake your shirt off,â
eddie smiles excitingly and takes his shirt off quickly, while heâs doing that you take off your dress and he finally sees you, in just your black lacy bra, which wasnât doing much in covering your nipples.
âfuck i- god sweetheart you have to be the most gorgeous person iâve ever laid eyes onâŠâ
eddie tries to palm his cock through his jeans to relieve the pressure, he was so painfully hard.
you tilt your head and laugh sweetly, âdoes it hurt that bad baby?â
âf-fuck yeah it does it hurts so bad, eddie looks at you and keeps palming himself, choking on a moan when you open your legs wider and unclasp your bra, finally being fully naked in front of him.
eddieâs jaw drops and he sighs out, taking his pants and boxers off and pants in relief at his length finally being out of his confines.
âare you gonna fuck me? or am i just gonna have to fuck myself?â you give eddie a serious look and put your hands on your clit rubbing circles.
âf-fuck no let me do that,â he slaps your hand away and replaces your hand with his. rubbing small circles, âyouâre so wet, i-i cantâ eddie leans down to your tits and starts to kiss and leave love bites there, he sucks on your nipples and plays with and twists the other with his finger.
âfuck me already.â you whine and buck your hips against his fingers.
âmâ getting there sweet girl, let me take my time, let me enjoy you being spread wide open for me like this.â eddie fingers you faster and you sigh out in pleasure,
âi just want you inside of me⊠be a good boy and fill me up pleaseâŠâ eddieâs pupils widen and he immediately turns you around bending you over the sink so you can look at yourself.
âyou see yourself right there? youâre my little whore.â eddie places his cock at your entrance, and shoves inside without warning.
âlook at yourself getting fucked by me. you like that?â eddie grabs your hips and fucks into you at a fact pace. you moan loudly at the intrusion and grind back against him.
âyou see yourself in that mirror and what do you see baby?â he slaps your ass waiting for your response.
âfuck- i- i see you fucking me,â you drop your head down and moan.
âi see my pretty girl getting fucked by meâ eddie grabs your chin makes you look at yourself âeyes on you.â
âyouâre my pretty girl huh?â
âf-fuck yes eddieâ you hold eye contact with him in the mirror and scream when eddie hits your sweet spot repeatedly.
eddie pulls his bandana from his pocket and gags you with it, putting it inside your mouth.
âstay quiet for me yeah? be a good girl.â you nod and almost scream when eddie hits your g-spot making you see stars.
âshh shh, i know baby, i know..â he coos.
eddie reaches around you and rubs slow circles on your clit with his fingers and you moan loudly, biting down on the bandana,
âyou sound so pretty like this baby⊠fuck yes god youâre so tight.â
âfasterâ you try to mumble through the bandana, eddie takes the gag out and asks âdid i hear you right baby? did you say faster?â
you nod and look back at him pouting.
âbe careful what you wish for sweetheart.â eddie pounds into you at a relentless pace and you choke on a moan, you couldnât even fully moan youâre mouth was just open in pleasure and you grabbed the sink for a grip and kept saying eddieâs name like it was a prayer.
âi-im gonna cum eds.â you drop your head down.
âme too baby, f-fuck you can come sweetheart.â as soon as you get eddies permission you cum on his dick and his cum shoots inside of you at the same time, you whimper and eddie pulls out of you, he grabs his shirt and cleans you both up and he places a kiss between your legs before standing up.
âcan i kiss you now?â
you laugh in disbelief and pull your dress back down. while eddie puts his pants back on, he only puts on his leather jacket since he used his shirt as a cum rag. âshit can i have my panties back? this dress is too short to be walking around like this commandoâ
âmm i knowâ eddie grabs your ass and squeezes harshly. âall mine.â you think about questioning the fact heâs calling you âhisâ but you decide against it.
he takes out your panties from his back pocket and waves it in your face. âfinders keepersâ he shrugs and you try to reach for it but heâs too tall.
âeddie!â you whine.
âiâll give them back to you, if you let me kiss youâŠâ he widens his eyes and smirks, laughing a bit.
you roll your eyes. âha! no way.â
âmmm then i guess youâre never getting em back.â he shoves them back in his pocket and you shrug.
âand i guess youâre never gonna kiss meâ you raise your eyebrows in amusement.
âmm i think you want your panties back more than i want to kiss youâŠâ he smiles down at you, grabbing your cheeks and closing his eyes, it looked like he was trying to regain his composure, he takes a deep breath, opens his eyes, and meets face to face with your soft eyes,
he lets go of your cheeks and puts his hand in his pockets. âi-i should go⊠um uncle wayne is gonna beat my ass if iâm not home soon! so iâm just gonna-â he starts to back away from you and couldnât believe he was just going to leave like that, again.
âwhy the fuck do you keep doing thatâ you snap at him, suddenly pissed off. you step closer to him and point at his chest, he stumbles back.
âdoing what?â he grabs your finger to stop from poking his chest again.
âjust fucking me and then acting like nothing happened? do you think iâm just some hooker youâre gonna fuck whenever you wanna get your dick wet?â your eyebrows furrow and you snatch your hand back from him.
âwhat do you think this is? what do you think iâm in love with you or something?â eddieâs eyes widen in anger. âdid you think i was gonna take you on a date after? tell you how much i love you? this isnât a fucking relationship.â
ouch.
âno i didnât think that but you could at least have some common decency! you cant just act like it didnât happen! when are we gonna talk about it?â you yell at him.
âtalk about what?! there isnât anything to talk about! this-â he points at both of you, âis nothing!â he turns around grabbing and pulling his hair.
âoh you cannot be serious!â you cross your arms and have the urge to slap him. âyou really are the most self centered, most arrogant, most pretentious, most infuriating person iâve ever met! it amazes me how much you donât care about anyone but your fucking self.â
âi donât understand how itâs my fault that youâre in love with me and iâm not in love with you! iâm not going to cuddle you after sex like weâre dating, and if thatâs what you want then ⊠i- just cant give that you.â he sighs and turns back around to face you,
âiâm not fucking in love with you, and i never will. i donât want cuddles and goodnight kisses, i understand better than anyone thatâs not how you roll, youâre just not a sweet guy, i donât want anything more with you than a nice fuck. is that what you want to hear? because itâs true. god i fucking despise you. you are my worst nightmare!â you scream at him and pace around the room.
âi can only give you sex. and if thatâs not good enough for you then maybe we shouldnât do it anymore.â he sighs in defeat and rubs his headache away with his thumb and index finger.
âfine.â you look down at your heels, you felt overwhelmed with this situation, you didnât know how to feel.
âfine.â he crosses his arms together, and leaves walking out the door, leaving you alone. you hear the concert still going on outside and sigh.
you need to call chrissy to take you home, you doubt billy is still here, he probably left with some girl.
you go outside straightening out your dress, you look around looking for a phone box, you hear a sudden loud commotion going on and a crowd gathering up there. you gasp and run over there trying to see whatâs going on,
billy and eddie were fighting. eddie was on top of billy and he was punching him ruthlessly, billyâs face was fucked up thrown back and forth, he was spitting out blood and you scream trying to get eddie off of him.
âeddie!â
eddie stops his punch half way and turns around to look at you. itâs like your voice stood out the most within all of the cheering.
âeddie? stop it, get off of him.â you step closer to him slowly. billy was on the floor close to dead basically. he was coughing out blood.
âyou didnât hear what he said about you.â he looks down at him.
âit doesnât matter what he said. letâs go okay?â you grab eddieâs shoulder and encourage him to stand up, he does but not before he spits on billy. âyouâre piece of shit. donât ever talk about her like that again.â
you grab eddieâs shoulder and push him outside. âwhat the fuck was that? are you trying to get arrested for murder? you almost killed him!â
âj-just letâs go okay? let me take you home.â he grabs his nose and groans in pain. you step closer to him to inspect his face, his nose was bleeding and he had lots of bruises. he also had a few cuts on his face, and his eye looked like it was gonna become a black eye soon.
âyouâre an idiot you know that right?â you laugh and eddie laughs with you.
âyou should see the other guy,â he winks at you and you push his shoulder playfully.
âshut up, letâs go back to my place, i have a first aid there.â you both walk towards eddieâs van and you both sit in silence on the way to your house. neither of you wanting to talk about what happened tonight.
you couldnât help but wonder what billy said that made eddie want to kill him like that. you look at eddieâs knuckles on the steering wheel, they were covered in his blood and you shivered.
âcan i ask you a question?â you glance at eddie.
âi donât know, can you?â eddie reaches into the glove compartment for a cigarette, lighting it up to take a drag, opening the windows.
âumm what did billy say?â you fidget with your fingers and look back at him again.
eddieâs grip on the steering wheel tightened and you curl up.
âhe said he couldnât wait to fuck your-â he takes a deep breath and continues âhe said he couldnât wait to fuck you at prom. and said some other shitty disgusting stuff about you.â
âoh. what made him say that shit to you anyway?â you feel disgusted you kissed that asshole and recoil into your seat.
âhe didnât, i-i um overheard.â he clears his throat and tightens his grip further on the wheel. his knuckles turning white.
âwell thank you⊠you know for defending me like that.â you look out the window not wanting to see his reaction to your appreciation.
he looks at you staring at the window and he smiles softly. his heart flutters at your hair flying through the wind and your eyes closing as the wind hits your face. the moon reflecting off your face perfectly. you were so beautiful to him.
âyeah. youâre-â he clears his throat, âyouâre welcome.â
1K notes
·
View notes
Sleepover âfunâ
Chris Evans x Wife!reader
I got a request from a lovely anon and here it is- Girl could you do one where Chris+Reader are having a family dinner at their house and his fam is sleeping over but he's horny af and haven't had "funny activities" in a while?
Sorry Anon, Iâm a little late but I have my examsđ
Warnings: steamyyy
Note: English is not my first language
âChrisâ you squealed,dropping the spatula on the counter as a hard slap landed on your cheek. You turned around and saw your husband leaning against the counter with a smug look plastered on his face.
âWhat?â he asked innocently with a goofy smile. You just rolled your eyes smiling to yourself.
Chris had been horny rather on top of horniness since this morning. You both have been extremely busy from the past few days and havenât had a steamy session in a while. Chris was craving your âsweet moundâ. You wanted him as well but was resisting as Chrisâ family was on the way for a get together.
âTheyâll be lateâ Chris scoffed, wrapping his muscular arms on your waist,pulling you backwards so that your back came in contact with his chest.
The bell rang making Chris whine and you smirk. âYes, very lateâ you giggled, going to open the door.
âHey guys!â You greeted them with a smile, hugging Lisa,who hugged you back, placing a kiss on your cheek. âMa!â Chris came from behind and hugged his mom tightly. âScottâ Chris laughed and hugged his brother with a laugh. You guys welcomed them inside and Dodger ran towards his favourite people.
âDodgerâ Carly remarked, petting the fluff ball.
âShanna was busy todayâ Lisa spoke softly, âno problem weâll Face Time herâ Chris added, closing the door.
âIs that my favourite lasagnaâ Lisa beamed, âyes it isâ you smiled at her. Lisa was such a mother figure to you, she was sweet and loved you like she loved Chris. âOh dearâ Lisa cried and hugged you, caressing your hair.
The oven tinged, ruining the sweet moment. You excused yourself and went to the kitchen. You turned around and gasped loudly when you saw Chris in front of your face, âyou scared meâ you breathed out.
âSorry loveâ Chris apologised with a soft smile. You shook your head and opened the refrigerator to keep the chocolate cake you prepared.
When you closed the door, you were pulled towards the narrow pantry by your husband. âCan we have a quickie?â He pleaded, âChrisâ you were cut off when Chris cupped your throbbing mound. âStop itâ you giggled trying to remove his hand, âChrisâ Scott called out and it seemed like he came inside the kitchen.
You both hurriedly went out of the pantry and Scott landed his eyes on you both mischievously. âGuysâ Scott narrowed his eyes, âScott, letâs go outsideâ Chris took a hold of his shoulders and took him out before he could say anything, while you stood there blushing.
~~~
It was soon dinner time and the Evans fam was setting the dining table. âGod, this cake smells so damn god Y/nâ Scott grunted, âthanks Scottâ you smiled at him.
âYour cunt tastes more sweeterâ Chris whispered huskily in your ear, which made you shudder.
All of you had dinner and chatted for a while until each of you started yawning. âOkay guys gonna go to sleep, good nightâ Scott yawned again, rubbing his eyes.
âGood night Scottâ you and Chris said unison, âScott, room to the left you know rightâ Chris asked, âyeah I do,Iâve been here loads of timeâ Scott remarked and went upstairs.
âWeâre gonna go to sleep as well Chrisâ Lisa said, getting up. âGoodnight Ma, night Carlyâ Chris said and waved at them, ânight babyâ Lisa kissed his hair, âgood night guysâ you smiled at them, âgood night lovelyâ Lisa kissed your hair and went upstairs, Carly following her.
You leaned forward to get the remote to switch off the T.V, unknowingly giving your husband a view of your ass.
You shut the Tv off and was about to get up when Chris pulled you by your arm, which made you yelp but Chris covered your mouth. You were sitting on Chrisâ lap and Chris was holding you tightly.
âFeel how hard you made me loveâ Chris took your hand and placed it on his groin. You felt Chrisâ cock hardened and twitch, before you looked up at your husband.
âGotta make me get rid of it right?â Chris asked, lust in eyes. âSure Mr. Evans but not here, in our bedroom maybeâ you smirked kissing him softly.
âYouâre in for a long night Mrs Evansâ he picked you up from your waist and you wrapped your legs around his waist.
âGladlyâ you smashed your lips against his and he started kissing you passionately.
He was right, it was indeed a long night.
~~~
The next day you woke up sore but jittery. Despite Chrisâ attempt to have a shower sex, you went downstairs after getting fresh.
Chris soon came downstairs with a poker face while you were making some coffee.
Soon everyone came down and helped you prepare breakfast.
Scott was done with his breakfast and was going upstairs, when he turned around.
âGuys, next time try to be a little quietâ he smirked.
~~~
New ficcc!!!! Hope you liked it anon!
Guys please support my instagram account tumblranxm_ please!!!
Letâs do a q n a, ask me anything!
399 notes
·
View notes
Well hiii!
I'll be making a several requests jsjs, not that much so dw
Soobin sleeping on his s/o's lap
omg hi!! Iâm more than happy to write these for you donât even worry abt it đ!!
oh my god but also thank you so much for feeding into the Soobin brainrot Iâve been having recently ehehehoho
this concept is so near and dear to my heart you have NO idea how much I want need this FR!!
i can see him coming home from work just so tired and only wanting to be with you ;-; . since you get home earlier than him, he would see you sitting down on the couch watching TV or engaging in one of you hobbies just ever so content and his heart swells with joy at the sight of you so focused and in your zone.
but soobin doesnt get to stare at you for much longer when you finally peer your head up and look over at him and you send him a warm smile. "hey baby!" you chirped. soobin walked over to where you were sat in the living room and took the spot next to you. "hey sunshine!" soobin responded with his bright smile, his voice light and cheery as he wrapped his arm around you and placed a kiss to the top of your scalp.
"how was work today?" you ask.
"eh, same as usual." he responded before unfolding his arm from around you and began to rest his head on your lap, his usual ritual when he's especially tired. "i'm just glad to be home with you." he breaths out.
after a while soobin rubs his head against your stomach and you giggle at the feeling. soobin turns his head and looks at you expectantly and raises his eyebrow.
you cock your head to the side curiously and run your hand through his hair experimentally, "whats wrong soobie?" you mumbled. instead of a verbal response soobin keened into your touch which you took as a signal to keep going.
"mmmh, how was your day?" soobin muttered with his face smushed rather ridiculously into your leg. you held back a laugh at how comfortable he was getting and answered him, "ah, it wasn't anything too major. some stuff got delivered really late to the facility and caused a bit of a back up. it was a lot but nothing im not us-" your recap of the day was cut off by soobins soft snores.
he asks me about my day and then immediately falls asleep? the audacity.
if he wasn't so cute you would be a little upset. but alas..you are not immune to a sleepy soobin.
main m.list | txt m.list
61 notes
·
View notes