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toxophilitis · 3 years

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The Night Shift Nurse cont.

CHAPTER SIX

Dr. Harbo thought that he was being secretive, but Nancy saw his hand squeezing the candy-striper's ass as he stood beside her and read from the charts on the two new patients on this floor.

"I've got to make a call to check on a patient," he said, looking at his watch as he pushed his thumb as far into the crack of Kitty's ass as he could. "If you need me, Nurse Cherry, you can reach me with the beeper."

"Fine, Doctor," she answered.

"Isn't it about time for Kitty's break?" he asked, trying to sound innocent as he fondled Kitty's ass behind the desk.

The blonde candy-striper was pushing back at his hand, grinding in that suggestive way as when he had fucked her doggy style.

"I suppose she could go now," Nancy said with a smile as she watched the naughty action in the mirror behind the desk. "But let me check with emergency first."

"I'll buy you a cup of coffee, Kitty," Dr. Harbo said. "Come on with me while I make that call. Uh, Nurse, we might be a little longer than usual for her break. Is that okay with you?"

Nancy nodded as the doctor's hand left the young girl's ass.

He turned, then saw the mirror behind the desk. He could see Nurse Nancy's face from this angle. With a start, he realized that she had seen everything that he had been doing to Kitty for the last five minutes.

The door to the in-patient unit opened as Nancy and the doctor stared at each other in the mirror.

Bill McMartin called to Dr. Harbo. His timing couldn't have been more perfect.

"Hey, Doc," he yelled. "We need you to make a run with us. We got a hot one!"

"Shit!" the doctor muttered as he picked up his bag and started down the hallway.

"I'm going to make the rounds and then see if I can help the girls out downstairs," Nancy announced as the pouting little candy-striper sat behind the desk. "You take care of any calls, Kitty. Don't leave the desk for anything. Okay?"

"Yes, Nurse," Kitty answered, disappointed that she wasn't going to be fucking the handsome older man again.

Right now, Nancy had plans of her own to take care of. She had checked in on Eddie when she came on duty. His leg was fine. In fact, she found that he had to do some fancy talking to stay one more night in the hospital. His new cast let him move around without any problems, and best of all, it was down to his knee and not all the way up around his crotch.

Looking down the hallway, the anxious young nurse finally saw what she was waiting for.

Vic came strolling into the small unit. He had a package of doughnuts.

"Time for a break, girls?" Vic smiled.

"Sounds good," Nancy answered. "You can keep Kitty company while I do my rounds. I'll be back."

The horny nurse knew that she wouldn't have any problems for the next half hour or so. No one would get past the station to catch her with her favorite patient.

As she entered Eddie's room, Nancy smiled. Without saying a word, the horny woman reached under the sheet. Her hand found his bare left leg. She slipped up, seeing his shiny eyes watching hers. She went up, feeling nothing blocking her way. He was totally naked, waiting for his nightly visit from the big-titted nurse. As her hand reached for his crotch, she felt a horrendously hard cock sticking up over his belly.

She flipped down the sheet to bare the lovely stiff cock. She slowly slid her hand back and forth over his prick. Staring at the young man who had brought her back into the sexual world, Nancy was thrilled by the way his cock felt. The thick veins pulsing just under the tightly stretched skin told of his horny needs.

She had promised him a nice, good-bye fuck tonight, and the thought of this boy's throbbing hunk of cock-meat slipping up into her tight fuck-hole had been on her mind all day. She was ready. Her voluptuous body shimmered as she pulled her fingers away from his prick, running them up over his chest to his cheek.

"I was afraid that you wouldn't come," he whispered.

"Oooh, I'm gonna come, Eddie," she cooed, looking right into his eyes. "So are you. Right up in my hot little pussy."

Moaning her eagerness, Nancy kicked off her shoes. As he watched, she pulled down on the zipper at the front of her new uniform. As each new inch of luscious skin came into view, it became obvious that she was naked under the white material.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Eddie hissed.

The young man had never seen anything as lovely as the nurse stripping in his dimly lit room. He felt those massive tits dragging over his chest as she leaned over and kissed him wetly.

"Mmmmm!" Nancy moaned as she sucked his tongue sweetly. "Let's fuck, baby."

Neither of the hot couple needed any foreplay tonight. He helped her climb up on the bed. Almost out of her mind with lust, the big-titted nurse faced the young man. She straddled his loins. To her delight, his cock was sticking up rigidly, pointing up at the ceiling. She braced her hands on ibis hairless chest. Her juicy pussy was hovering over that marvelous hardness.

"Ooooh, Eddie!" she moaned as she stopped with her steaming hot cunt squirming over the tip of his swollen cock-head.

Her groan was because she felt the rubbery head of his cock brushing against her slippery cuntal slit. Her body quivered with excitement as she felt him humping his hips upwards. Her cunt was on fire. She was dying to feel this cock fucking her, and he was even more anxious than her.

She crouched over Eddie with her knees hugging his hips. Her toes touched his cast. With a wild groaning sound, she dropped down. The thick knob of his stiff prick-head slipped through the juicy lips of her tight fuck-hole. The heavenly pleasure went on as he pushed up with the shaft of his hard-on entering her hot grasping cunt.

"Oooooh, Eddie!" she groaned. "Yes! God, yes, baby!"

Eddie was whimpering softly as he watched the beautiful brunette nurse sliding down his stiff cock. Her pussy was all wet and hot and wonderful. He could see her pretty features as she covered his cock with her melting softness. He saw that awesome pair of tits totally naked as she pushed her arms together around them, forcing her big firm titties into inviting mounds of pure white excitement.

Nancy was teasing him. She lifted her hips, riding over his cock in that old dry-humping technique that she had perfected in high school before she let her husband go all the way with her. Her cunt-lips massaged his cock with steaming wetness as she humped up and down. She wantonly dragged her big tits over his chest.

"You want me to put him in?" she teased in a whispering moan.

"God, yes!" he hissed.

Pulling her feet up under her squirming ass, Nancy kept her luscious young body in a squatting position over his. She balanced on the balls of her feet, keeping her hand on his chest.

Grinning down at her anxious patient, the nurse lifted her hips up until the head of his wonderfully hard cock was sticking upright again. She reached between them with one hand, rubbing the head of his hard-on back and forth between her wet pussy-lips.

"Don't tease!" he groaned.

"I like teasing," she whispered. "It gets you in the mood for what I'm going to do next."

"What's that?" he asked, shuddering from the feelings that she was already giving him.

"This!" she purred.

The horny nurse lowered herself just enough to take two inches of the lovely young man's cock into her cunt. The smoothly swollen head was in her squeezing tightness. Nancy's eyes were smoldering with passion as she used her inner cunt muscles to draw out a hissing groan of approval from Eddie's throat.

"Ooooh, God!" he groaned.

The only spat touching on the wild couple was that naughty junction where his hard cock was sticking into her clutching pussy. Her cunt squeezed around his prick-head as he humped his hips up. He felt that wet heat surrounding his boner.

"Please!" he whimpered.

Nancy let her sweet body drop down over the upright fuck-pole of his cock. The velvety tightness he had been begging to feel slid down on his prick. She pushed down until his cock was buried completely, her nibbling pussy-lips mashed around the base of his straining boner. His lovely hard cock gave a wild throb as she felt his balls pushing against the creamy softness of her asscheeks.

Starting her inner muscles working again, the heavenly built nurse kept up the squeezing ripples over his hard cock.

His hand moved, finding her heaving tits.

With a squeal of delight, she lifted up and started to fuck him.

"Jesus!" he gasped, pistoning his raging hard cock up into her teasing cunt-hole. "Ooooh, Nancy!"

"Shhhh!" she whispered. "Just stay still, baby. Let me ride you. Let me show you how nice I can use my pussy, Eddie."

With, a gasping hunger growing in her belly, Nancy tightened up every muscle that she could control and raised up over the young man's upright prick. Her cunt was creaming all over his cock. As he squeezed her big firm tits, she reached the top of his long stiff prick. The talented young nurse twisted her hips in a tight swirl as she let her pussy relax as much as the tight sheath of pure passion could with a nice hard cock sticking up into it. Dropping back down, her cunt engulfed him back into her hot fuck-hole.

This was a fantasy coming true for the young man. He had made it with his steady girlfriend a few times, but that was nothing compared to this smoldering woman. Nancy's full, voluptuous body was riding his like a jockey. Her tits pushed into his hands as she fucked him with her tight cunt. His balls ached, eager to empty out into her hot cunt.

"Yes, Eddie!" she groaned as he pinched her sensitive nipples. "You're so big up in me, baby! I can feel your cock! I love it! It's so hard!" The night nurse pounded her fiery cunt up and down as she flexed her thighs. She was upright over his body, her big tits pushing out as she arched her back to take in every last fraction of her inch of his hard cock up into her fuck-hole. He cupped her soft tit-mounds, his fingers digging into the firm flesh. She could feel her nipples burning into his damp palms. She was doing it. She was getting fucked by one of her patients, right in his hospital bed.

Moving his hand down to her thighs, Eddie started to fuck up into her clutching wetness in time with her awesome up-and-down motion. He guided her with his hands as she picked up the pace of her fucking. Those massive globes of tit-flesh were swinging and bouncing as she rode him. The luscious, melon-shaped tits weren't the only thing for him to see as he drove his hard cock up into her pussy, but they held his attention as each deep fuck-lunge brought him closer and closer to creaming his load out in a shuddering jet of cock-juice.

Nancy whimpered and writhed as she moved her body over the lovely hard cock impaling her pussy so wonderfully. Her ass twisted and pounded up and down in a fury of excitement. In her nurse's cap and white nylons, she knew that she made a naughty sight for the young man. He was watching her naked jiggling tits as he squeezed her thighs, his fingers clutching hard.

Nancy could feel the first stirrings of her orgasm starting.

"Ooooh, that's nice, Eddie!" she cooed.

"I can't believe that we're really doing this!" he panted as she squeezed his cock with her milking pussy again.

"I promised," she whispered.

"I'm getting close," he warned. "I'm sorry, Nancy. It feels so good to me. My cock is going to come if you keep fucking me like this. I won't be able to stop it!"

"Let me finish you off nice," she whispered, scooting down as she lowered her aching nipples down to his face. "I want you to come really good for me, baby. Fuck up into me now. Let me feel your big cock, Eddie! Fuck me!"

Nancy's smooth thighs slid along his flesh as she pushed her soft tits into his face. Eddie fucked up into her cunt as she wiggled over him. He started giving it to her, fucking steadily faster and harder. His cast wasn't bothering him at all, now. All he wanted to do was to get this beautiful nurse off so he could shoot his hot cum up into her pussy.

As she leaned forward, her clit rubbed against the stroking smoothness of his hard cock as it fucked harder into her sizzling pussy. Nancy's cunt dripped slippery juices around his cock as she humped up and down. His teeth captured one of her hard nipples, biting down as she pulled the aching bud from his sharp grip.

"Ooooh, Eddie!" she groaned. "Suck 'em! Suck both of my nipples together, honey! God! Push'em together and bite my nipples like you just did! Aaaahh, yes! Just like that!"

Eddie held both of her long stiff nipples about an inch apart from each other. He licked over them, going back and forth as he used his teeth for her pleasure. As she moaned louder, he tryed to finish what she was begging for. The dark-brown buds of her nipples touched. Using his thumbs, he rubbed them together as he licked over them. Now he had both of her trembling nipples in his mouth as she poured her creaming cunt-juices over his cock.

"Yes, Eddie!" she hissed. "I'm gonna fuck you off so nice. So nice. Keep fucking up into me like that! Oooh, God! This is so wonderful! Keep fucking up into me, Eddie!"

"Jesus!"

"My cunt is going to suck your cock off, baby," she went on, seeing the way her naughty words were thrilling her patient. "I'm going to get it, aren't I, Eddie? I'm going to feel your nice hot cum up in me. Oooh, shit! Bite'em like that, honey! Make me come with you! Make me come!"

"Ooooh, God!"

"Feel it?" she cooed.

"Yes!"

"It's throbbing way up inside me, baby!" she groaned. "Right on the edge! Right on the fucking edge!"

Eddie stroked the nurse's naked body as she tortured him with her voice and her tight wet pussy. Her fantastic fucking cunt was hotly nipping at the base of his hard-on. She wasn't moving her body at all, other than pushing her tits at his mouth, but up inside her cunt it was as if she were jumping up and down. She was milking him off as his cock pounded her pussy.

"Now!" she shouted.

The young man tried to hold back, but the exciting woman drew out his load as her pussy went into convulsions all around his cock. There was nothing he could do about it. With a wild yell, he felt his hard cock gushing out a boiling wad of his cum.

The first spurt finished what the big-titted nurse had been building for all during her naughty fuck. The splashing cum sent her into a wild series of mind-numbing climaxes that grew even better as his hot sticky jizz gushed up into her pussy.

The passion in that last orgasm was so good for Nancy that she passed out for a few seconds.

As she came to on top of the young man, she shivered in response to his still-twitching cock up in her cunt. A heavenly smile was on her face as she kissed Eddie.

"God, I love fucking," she whispered.

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animefan299110 · 6 years

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Hiya folks! Told you guys the next installment would come quickly. By the way, I do not own Boku no Hero Academia, its characters, or its locations. They are all owned by Kohei Horikoshi, Jump Comics, and Funimation. Now without further ado...here is the newest installment for Family Matters!

"Where are you going, Mama?" Eri asked as Uraraka put her shoes on. It was a crisp Saturday afternoon in Japan; the trees were almost completely bare and the heating system was slightly on. Most of the students were wearing scarves and leather boots, and everywhere you turned, there was always something pumpkin-related being sold. Some of the 1-A students were busy crunching down on their midterms while others were trying to do some fall cleaning.

"I'm heading off to see Gunhead for some training." Uraraka said as she put on a scarf. "I was taught by him during my internship this past spring. I've been slacking a bit in my martial arts, so I set up a training seminar with him to help me out."

"Cool!" Eri said as her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "Can I come too, Mama? Please?"

"I don't know, Eri." Uraraka said. "I'm not sure Gunhead would allow someone as young as you-"

"But I want to watch you train." Eri interrupted, a slight hint of desperation in her tone. "I've already seen how Papa fights; I wanna see your fighting style. Plus, I wanna meet this Gunhead person. Pleeeeeeeeease?" She pleaded as she gave puppy-dog eyes in order to sweeten the answer.

"Maybe we should bring her, Uraraka." Midoriya said. "It would be good for her to get out of the house. Besides, I kinda want to meet this Gunhead. From what you've told me, he sounds like a really great guy."

Letting out a sigh of defeat, Uraraka knelt down in front of Eri and gave her a stern look. "Fine," she said, "You can come with me to meet Gunhead and watch me train. But..." She added as soon as she saw the little girl's face light up, "You are not allowed to interrupt either me or Gunhead when we are training. What we are doing is dangerous and I don't want you getting hurt. You will have to stay with Papa on the sidelines until I am done. Understand?"

"Okay." Eri muttered, looking slightly disappointed.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Midoriya's head and knelt down as well. "Hey, how about this?" He said. "If you behave yourself while at the dojo, maybe we'll watch a movie of your choice tonight before you go to bed."

"Yay!" Eri said in excitement. At this, Uraraka stern face faltered and she couldn't help but smile at Eri's adorableness. With that, Midoriya buttoned Eri up in a warm fall coat and wrapped a wool scarf around her neck and mouth. Afterwards, Uraraka put little brown gloves on her hands to keep them from being cold.

"Ready, Eri?" Uraraka asked as soon as the little girl was snug and warm. Eri responded by giving a small thumbs-up through the glove. "Alright then," Uraraka exclaimed as she and Midoriya each took one of Eri's hands, "Let's get going!"

After walking through the city for about thirty minutes, the small family arrived at a large building with glass windows and a sign that said "Gunhead's School for Martial Arts." Walking inside, Eri noticed that the floor was completely covered with floor mats. There were also punching bags hanging from the ceiling, dummies, and weights to help with muscle growth.

"Ahem!" A voice called out to them. All three pairs of eyes turned to see a muscular man with grey spiky hair walk towards them. Eri and Midoriya noticed that he wore what looked like gun barrels around his lower arms that stopped at his wrists. He also wore a white mask that had four holes in it. 'I guess that's why they call him Gunhead.' They both thought. As he stopped in front of them, Eri and Midoriya both gulped at how intimidating he looked with his bulky structure and gun-barrels on his arms.

"Uraraka!" Gunhead exclaimed in a chipper voice. "It's been too long! How are you?"

"I'm well, Sensei. Thanks for asking." Uraraka responded as she placed her fist in her palm and bowed before her teacher. "By the way, Sensei," she said as she gestured toward Midoriya, "This is Deku; he's one of my classmates at U.A."

"I see." Gunhead said as he looked at the green-haired boy. "So you're the boy who called Uraraka during her internship."

"Y-Y-Yes sir." Midoriya said nervously. "And m-m-my name's actually M-Midoriya."

"I see." Gunhead said as he stuck his hand out. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, boy." Reluctantly, Midoriya took Gunhead's hand and shook it. Once he had let go, Gunhead's gaze then turned to Eri. "And who might you be?" He asked.

"M-My name's E-E-Eri, Mr. G-Gunhead." Eri said, who was just as nervous as Midoriya.

"My goodness," Gunhead said as he nestled Eri's head, "What a cute name for such an adorable little girl!" Gunhead's adoring nature caused Eri to calm down a bit and smile up at the man. "And who are your parents?" He asked.

At this, Eri perked up and swiveled to look at the two students. "Papa….Mama." She said as she pointed first to Midoriya and then to Uraraka.

Gunhead turned his gaze from Eri as he looked at the two friends, who had deep blushes on their faces and were sweating profusely. "Oh my," Gunhead said as he placed a hand over his mouth, "I swear they get younger every year."

"NO-NO-NO-NO-NO, I-I-I-IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!" Midoriya and Uraraka both cried out in embarrassment and shock as they waved their hands back and forth and had faces as red as bricks. Eri looked up at her Mama and Papa in confusion as they tried to explain.

"IT'S JUST THAT…!"

"WE WERE TASKED TO LOOK AFTER HER!"

"I MEAN, WE'RE JUST FRIENDS!"

"I'VE NEVER EVEN KISSED A GIRL!"

They stopped, however, when they heard Gunhead laughing. "I know, I know." Gunhead said through chuckles. "All Might and Eraserhead told me everything about your situation. I just wanted to get a good laugh."

'Not cool, Gunhead/Sensei.' Both students thought as they felt like they had died a little inside. 'Not cool.'

The rest of the day was uneventful. After that little fiasco, Uraraka trained with Gunhead while Eri and Midoriya watched from the sidelines. Of course, that didn't stop Eri from imitating Uraraka by doing mock punches and kicks. This caused Midoriya to hold back a stifled laugh when he noticed how cute she looked. After an hour and a half of training, Uraraka packed up her things and the three of them said their goodbyes to Gunhead, who gave off a salvo of doting comments to Eri as she left.

"Well then," Uraraka said as soon as they were outside and she squatted to meet Eri's gaze, "Since you were so good while Mama was training….what movie do you want to watch tonight?"

Eri pressed a finger to her scarfed chin in thought until she said "Can we watch Moana?"

"Sure, Eri." Midoriya said with a chuckle. "After you eat your dinner and get ready for bed, of course."

"YAH!"

After Eri finished her dinner, she ran up to her room so fast that she could have rivaled Iida. Twenty minutes later, she came scurrying down in a green nightgown and stars in her eyes. After Midoriya and Uraraka explained that they had to prep as well, Momo pulled Eri aside for her daily bedtime story just to occupy her. After another twenty minutes, Uraraka and Midoriya came down wearing their own pajamas, and the rest of Class 1-A left the three of them alone for the night.

As Eri watched in awe at the amazing music, the animation, and the unique characters in the movie, Izuku and Uraraka couldn't help but smile at the little girl. This was a perfect example of what she deserved: a happy life with people who cared about her and would protect her from any danger. As they looked up, they soon realized that their faces were mere inches from each other. Their faces turned a pinkish hue and they quickly looked away in embarrassment.

While the family was watching their movie, Mina had snuck into the kitchen to grab a bottle of strawberry milk from the fridge. As she slowly closed the fridge door, she glanced at the three and gave a small smile. As soon as her foot made contact with the fourth step, however, she stood in shock by what she saw. Slowly, she poked her head out and smiled at how adorable Izuku, Uraraka, and Eri looked. Instantly, she took out her phone and started texting like mad.

Instantly, every 1-A student's phones, except for Bakugou's and Mineta's, pinged. As they glanced down, all of the students saw the exact same message:

Downstairs

Living Room

NOW!

Within a minute, Class 1-A came to the top of the first story stairs.

"Mina," Kirishima asked as he saw his friend looking giddy, "mind telling us wha-"

"SHHHH!" Mina said as she put a finger to her lips. She pointed to something downstairs while making a silent yet high-pitched squeal. The students looked at where she was pointed and gave wide-eyed stares at the image of Eri, Midoriya, and Uraraka watching their movie.

"That...is so...adorable!" Momo said softly as she placed her hand over her mouth.

"Seriously, they look like one big happy family." Sero said with a toothy grin.

"Yeah, definitely." Shouto said, though he was looking more toward Momo and her enthusiastic face when he said that. As his gaze shifted to the living room, an image began to play in his head of him and Momo all grown up sitting on a couch while she cradled a baby girl with black hair in her arms. Around them, two little boys, one with red hair and the other with white hair, ran around the couch playing a silly sort of game. As the future Momo and Shouto laughed at their antics, they faced each other and lovingly pressed their foreheads together. As the image played out in Shouto's mind, he couldn't help but smile a little at the thought of a future like that.

"Maybe we should head back upstairs." Iida said quietly. "I'm sure none of us want to disturb them."

The others nodded in agreement; it was best to leave the family alone. As they quietly made their way back upstairs, Shouto thought to himself as he looked at Momo walking ahead of him. 'Maybe someday I can have that life with her.' He thought, 'Someday.'

If only he had known that she was having those same thoughts about him as well…

And with that, the first side story for Family Matters has ended. Kudos to Discord members Deadliest Sin Bin and Rio and Grape (Black Fuego Rio) for editing this chapter. Just so you know, I will be taking a month-long break from this story so that I can write a KiriMina fanfic for KiriMina Appreciation Week during the last week of August. But afterwards, the next chapter will be epic! It will feature: -grandparents -a mall Santa -snowball fight (Ochako and Eri vs Bakugou) -Christmas goodness and fluff -birthday celebration for Eri... -and the introduction of a certain boy who wears a horned hat. (wink wink)

As always, this is AnimeFan299110 telling you all to go beyond...PLUS ULTRA!

#eri #family_matters #boku no hero academia #urakara ochako #midoriya izuku #IzuOcha #family fluff #humor #todomomo

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whispersandwhiskerburn · 6 years

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It’s a Terrible Tree

Angel’s 2017 Christmas Drabble #9 (Christmas Drabbles List)

Request: @plaidstiel-wormstache said: Sam with the sad Christmas Tree: I'm thinking decorating anything that resembles a tree, even a dead branch, cause this way it's "officially" Christmas with a "decorated tree"?! Pairing: AU?--Sam Wesson x Reader Word Count: 1,830 Warnings: Negative Christmas themes portrayed realistically: Financial struggle, stress of the holiday? Combined with the angst of how Sam Wesson felt in that episode canonically... but it has a fluffy ending. :D Flangst? Author’s Note: This was a weird combination. I try to write canon-style, but I could only picture this request working with an AU-Sam...which led to Sam Wesson, for whom I’ve never written. But the prompt also reminded me of something my dad did to my mom on their first Christmas together.... but I wanted to end with fluffy Christmas feelings. Idk if it worked well, but thanks for trusting me to write it anyway!

“Hello, my name is Sam Wesson, and how can I help you today?”

He was so tired of this job.

“Yes, ma’am, I understand.”

Every day was the exact same thing. Over and over again.

“Have you tried turning it off? Go ahead, I’ll wait.”

Over and over and over again.

“Give it a moment.”

The monotony was going to drive him insane, and soon.

“Okay, ma’am try turning it back on again. It’s working now?”

He finished the call on auto-pilot, much like the life he was living.

“That’s great. No problem, ma’am, I’m glad to help. Happy holidays, and thank you for calling Sandover Tech Support.”

He disconnected the call and leaned back in his tiny desk chair, which barely fit in his tiny office cubicle, which never seemed to fit him.

It wasn’t just the stress of the holidays, the overtime he was working just to earn enough to pay the bills, the loss of his buddy in the cubicle behind him. He would never understand how Ian would kill himself like that. Or Paul for that matter.

Maybe the Christmas stress was what got them.

Sam Wesson felt that nagging thing in the back of his mind, an urge that something wasn’t right, that nothing was right. Once again, he fought to ignore it. Just like he fought those ridiculous dreams where he was fighting things that didn’t exist.

When his cell phone vibrated in his pocket, he took it out with a sigh, hoping it wasn’t another bill collector. When he saw Y/N’s face and name though, the first genuine smile stretched across his face and he leaned into his cubicle to take his non-work call.

“Hey babe.”

“Hey, yourself.” He could hear her smile in their usual back and forth response. Even though it fit the pattern of his life, this part never felt wrong, never felt monotonous.

“I know you’re busy and everything, but I just got off the phone with my mother--” Sam could practically hear Y/N’s eye roll, “and she’s really insisting we nail down a date for for when we can go visit them for a Christmas dinner. I know it means a half-day of work to take the drive, but… it’s my mother. And it’s Christmas.”

Sam let the silence sit for a moment. He knew this was important, but he’d just gone over his work schedule with his floor manager after the morning meeting.

“I’m sorry, babe, we’re short staffed and Richards has me working almost every shift. What about inviting her over to our place instead?” At least that way his boss couldn’t complain.

“Are you sure, Sam? I mean, our place is kind of small, and we haven’t decorated or anything…. Mom would love to come; she’s been bugging me about inviting her over ever since we moved in together, and I don’t mind cooking but…”

Sam pictured her chewing on her bottom lip the way she did when she was worried about something.

He smiled, “It’ll be fine, Y/N. Look, you’re out late tonight with Beth, right?”

Her friend was having a bachelorette party and Y/N, as the maid of honor, had been fielding a lot of responsibilities with that, adding to her stress.

“Yeah, probably till midnight or so. Quite a few in the bridal party have to work tomorrow.”

“Well, I’ll decorate when I get home--” She scoffed in disbelief.

“What? I can decorate. As I was saying, I’ll decorate when I get home, make it look really nice for you and your mom and Christmas. Your mom can come by tomorrow night, then we can have our own holiday to ourselves. What do you think?”

There was a silence and Sam took a moment to lean out and look around, making sure that Richards wasn’t creeping up on him. His work phone was ringing now with two calls on hold. He really needed to get back to work.

“It sounds nice Sam. See you tonight?”

“Yep. Bye for now, babe.”

He put his phone away, then opened up his line 1: ““Hello, my name is Sam Wesson, and how can I help you today?”

Sam woke up from a new nightmare. This time, he and a guy who was routinely in his dreams but whom Sam had never met in real life, had been hunting/been hunted by some kind of monster in the woods--something with long claws that moved way too fast and ate people.

He shook off the remaining oddness, trying to figure out what had woken him, when he heard a noise from the living room of the small apartment Y/N and he shared.

A glance at the glowing digits on the alarm clock made him realize it was probably just Y/N coming home, but he sat up and got out of bed anyway. Sam walked on softly across the room and through the door, searching for his girlfriend, hoping for a kiss to knock the memory of that nightmare away and ground him in reality again.

He found her in her favorite chair in the living room, staring at the little Christmas tree he’d put up that evening.

Sam had decorated the place festively but logically he thought--there were lights around the railing posts outside the door, a wreath and bow hanging on the door, and inside, a tree.

Well, part of a tree.

He didn’t think they’d have the room, time for upkeep and clean up, or the need for a full size tree, so he’d found a suitable one in the woods behind the complex and had cut off the top foot and a half of the tree, snapping off the lower branches to make a “trunk” at the bottom, then stuck the whole thing in a large Christmas bowl with potting soil and watered it.

The whole thing fit on top of the radiator (in a fire-safety approved place of course), and after he’d strung a five foot length of white lights around in with a star on top, he’d congratulated himself on a job very well done and gone to bed.

But now Y/N was sitting there, staring at it with a look on her face that made him wonder if--

Then she just started crying.

“Y/N? Babe?”

He crouched down next to her chair, his eyes just below hers, or where hers would be if she hadn’t buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed.

What the hell? Had something happened on her girl’s night out? Had he done something wrong?

“Babe, what’s wrong?” His hands stroked her upper arms, his knees resting on the floor to better his balance as he tried to comfort her.

She sobbed again, but a hand gesture towards the tree gave him a hint.

“I’m so sorry, babe, I thought you’d like it. I can get rid of it, get you something better. Please don’t cry….”

He stood up, scooping her into his arms in the process then turning and sitting in her chair with her in his lap as Sam held her close to his chest.

“Please stop crying, babe, shhhh. Talk to me….”

He held as her sobs quieted, her nose runny and sniffly against his chest. His own heart was in his throat--he knew Y/N well enough to know this had to be about more than the stupid little tree.

A moment later she confirmed it, “it’s not just the tree, Sam.”

He waited, holding her tight, worried about what could be coming next.

“You’ve just been so… distant, lately. Nightmares, and hating your work, and silent and unhappy all the time. You’re not talking to me about what’s bothering you, and my mother’s coming, and my best friend’s getting married, and for all I know we’re going to break up because you’re not happy, andthetreeistoosmalland--”

Her words started to run together as her sniffles turned to crying again and Sam shook her a bit, trying to distract her, to get her to listen to him.

“Hey, hey, breathe, Y/N. Deep breath…” she took a half a gasp and he shook her a little, “better than that, come on, deep breath,” she filled her lungs, only one small sniffle interrupting her inhale, “okay, now breathe out…. Good.”

“Okay, first of all, I’m sorry I worried you.

“Yes, I’ve been out of it recently. I didn’t want to bother you with it--work is stressful, so much so that two guys on my floor committed suicide within a day or so of each other about a week ago.”

She looked up at him, her face so close to his where he was still cradling her frame. He placed a quick kiss to her cheek, wiping away a tear drop. Then another as he continued.

“And yes, I’ve been having weird nightmares lately. I don’t know what that’s about, but I didn’t want to worry you, so I kept it to myself. I’m sorry I’ve been hiding so much, but I need you to listen to me right now.”

He shifted her a bit so she was sitting more on his lap, her eyes closer to him as Sam looked at her seriously. He didn’t want her doubting his sincerity in this moment.

“My not being happy has nothing to do with you. In the weirdness of my life, the boredom of my job, the strangeness of my dreams, you, Y/N, you are the bright spot that keeps me going. You keep me together, make me happy--and I care way too much about you to let anything else get in between us, okay?”

She nodded a watery smile across her face. Sam kept eye contact with her for a moment longer, just to make sure she understood he meant every word, then he pulled her close for a kiss.

Her lips were a little salty from her tears, and he kept the kiss gentle, comforting, pouring his unspoken love into her in a way that his crappy words would never be able to show her.

When he ended the kiss, Sam pulled her into his chest again, hugging her as she sighed, seemingly over whatever had brought on the worried crying. He was thankful she wasn’t crying, even if he still didn’t fully understand what had brought on such a strong reaction.

Women were strange, wonderful creatures.

“Sam?”

Her mumble was low, but her mouth was close enough to his ear that he couldn’t miss it.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Tomorrow you’re going to go get me a better tree, okay?”

He leaned back and smiled at her, tear-stained, puffy-eyed, and swollen-lipped. Completely beautiful.

“Sure thing, babe. And I’ll text you a picture before it comes home with me, sound good.”

She nodded and snuggled back into his chest. Sam gladly held onto the one thing in his life that fit better than anything else.

“Merry Christmas, Sam.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

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Chaebol!AU: Soft Preggo Yoongi and his Excited Walking Encyclopedia Hubby

-Yoongi realised he’s bound to be pampered sick despite only getting into the 1st week after their hospital visit (where they found out that he’s really knocked up with Taehyung’s baby) when he came into their shared bedroom after a long nap one afternoon to find Taehyung digging around their walk-in closet

-Pooling by Taehyung’s knees were some of Taehyung’s old worn-out shirts, hoodies, sweatshirts and sweaters.

-Turns out they were all for Yoongi to wear since all Yoongi had were mostly normal medium-sized fitted shirts.

YG, picking his way through the massive pile: I’ll take this, this one, this and- no I am never wearing these ugly wide pants- oh I like this one-

-Taehyung, being a permanent prisoner of the Harry//Potter franchise, has a Gry//ffindor scarf that has now been taken permanent hostage by Yoongi

TH: *Dramatic gasp* A Sly//therin fraternising with a Gry//ffindor? SCANDALoUS

YG: STFU I’m cold

-When Yoongi started to show, he lounged around in loose gym shorts and looser pregnancy clothes Taehyung bought for him over the Internet (Yoongi was still grumpy about travelling to malls to shop for comfortable clothes more suited for his baby bump, so Taehyung decided it was best they opted for online shopping instead)

-Yoongi insisted that he could still travel back-and-forth between the studio and their home but his colleagues eventually coaxed him into working from home instead (where he managed to crank out a fabulous single; pretty sentimental lyrics but paired with a really fitting EDM drop that had Taehyung jamming on a continuous loop for days on end after Yoongi first let him listen to it).

-Taehyung making huge efforts to make sure that his hubby was getting all that love and attention he deserved even when he was not around to make him feel it (bcs hospital shifts can be a major pain in the butthole). e.g. changing the vase on their nightstand with freshly picked flowers from the local florist on a regular basis (Yoongi didn’t particularly own a favourite but Taehyung got some that fell along the lines of “relaxing and calming”, as went by World Wide Web), stocking up their refrigerator with buckets of ice cream, their pantry never running out supplies of chocolate, setting up their bedroom with really nice stuff like fairy lights, dim lightings, some IKEA soft toys (one of Yoongi’s favourites was the miniature cat doll that made soft rattling noises) really nice scented Yankee candles, placing stuff he knew Yoongi likes nearer to the bed so Yoongi wouldn’t have to travel around the house too much, installing an additional landline/house phone near to Yoongi in case his phone went missing like how it usually does. -One time Taehyung had Jungkook come over to help him move furniture while Jimin and Yoongi were at the kitchen scrolling through baby stuff on the internet

JK: Istg dude. He’s pregnant. He’s not gonna disappear if he walks 2 cm away from the comforter.

TH: Shhhh I don’t wanna hear it

-Taehyung made it a habit to fluff up Yoongi’s pillows, change his blankets to new ones, tuck Yoongi in nice and warm with a thermos of hot chocolate ready on the nightstand and finally planting a kiss atop the crown of Yoongi’s head before leaving for work

-Taehyung calling the rest of BTS to check in on Yoongi if he noticed that Yoongi hadn’t replied to his calls/messages like how he usually did -They usually all visit together but if they were busy, they’d take turns -When they visited they always came with lots of comfort food (like home-cooked meals, egg tarts, doughnuts, or freshly cut fruits) with movies so they’d keep him company when Taehyung has long night shifts.

-One time Jimin suggested they do a sleepover; they ended up doing maternal exercises all night together (Hoseok did his research and found a really good certified website with videos meant for that specific scope) with JK practicing with JM, Jin with Yoongi, Hoseok leading the lot and Namjoon filming all of them (since he wasn’t exactly well versed in pilates nor was he exactly ready to get kicked in the ass by Taehyung if he happened to accidentally do anything to Yoongi)

-If Yoongi got bored, he’d call up any of them (usually Jimin and Hoseok since JK, NJ and Jin were usually busy with office work)

-They mostly just go to the arcade or eat stuff at the nearby mall etc -At some point in time, Yoongi’s made the sofa in their living room his permanent man cave/nest where he has his laptop with him. Because Yoongi can’t handle a long-distance relationship with the refrigerator.

-He’d alternate between munching on chocolate coated biscuits with songwriting or mowing through online catalogues upon catalogues of baby names (he’s totally made a list) while he waits for Taehyung to come home

-Yoongi being absolutely baffled that he’s managed to write three pages worth of rap on babies and love and all that good sappy stuff

-Of course Yoongi talks to his baby bean

YG @ Tae//gi Jr. : Ugh why are u playing soccer at 3:30 AM

YG @ Tae//gi Jr. : Stop making me eat ice cream

YG @ Tae//gi Jr. : *scribbling on his notepad* What even rhymes with babies. Speak to me my child. I need some serious 3rd person POV.

-Taehyung coming back from work to find Yoongi asleep on the massage chair with one hand buried deep in a bowl of chocolate-coated popcorn

-Taehyung carrying Yoongi bridal style up the flights of stairs to tuck him into their bed -When on nights Taehyung manages to catch Yoongi still wide awake on his laptop and headphones on in the living room, he’d help run the bath with one of the bath bombs Jin bought for them as a housewarming gift and assist Yoongi to get in

-Taehyung would wear his prescribed glasses and scroll through The List Yoongi made and they’d survey it together as he sits on a stool by the tub with the tab on his lap and Yoongi takes his time soaking in the fragrant bath

TH: Oh! I like this one. So//mi. If our bean is a girl, of course.

YG: What about Hee//chul

TH: *scrunches up his nose* I have a colleague with that name and- well, he’s nice but freaky so nope

-Taehyung eventually bought Yoongi a daybed and placed it in the middle of the living room. The coffee table was prolly discarded someplace else. -Taehyung was mostly calm at work… NOT -He’s an expecting father. Of course, he gets anxious. -he periodically checked his handheld between his rounds -Making sure to slip in a call during lunch break to find out what Yoongi’s up to -When Yoongi was up for it, he’d find a secluded area (usually the open park outside of the hospital’s cafeteria) to facetime Yoongi with a cold turkey and egg sandwich on his lap -Taehyung always maintained a close-knit relationship with his colleagues so sometimes when they are all lax, he’d lounge near the reception area to talk to the nurses, namely Je//nnie, Baek//hyun and Jack//son or some of the other doctors like Jae//bum and Su//ho. -he asked for tips and their opinion on certain necessities since most of them were already with children/have nieces or nephews

-Taehyung was reluctant to share pics of Yoongi when the nurses first asked

-When he deemed them trustworthy enough, he always stopped by their desks to gush over his hubby’s sexy form with his colleagues where 40% them make adoring chortling noises and the other 60% choke on their vomit bcs Taehyung was just too grossly adorable with his husband.

#writing stuff #chaebol!au #if u guys arent comfy with mpreg u can just totally ignore this lol #but I have a major soft spot for preggo Yoongs and his loving hubby TaeTae #also supportive loving bts #they love preggo Yoongs and take care of him as much as how Tae would

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