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Flowers

Sophie: The last few days had been in engaged bliss. She was sure they were driving their friends, mostly Jack and Rian, crazy with how even more lovey they were but they were in that post-engaged glow. They had told their parents who were all so thrilled for them to become a married little family someday but had been firm for them to understand they would marry when they were ready and they weren’t making plans any time soon. A few days prior the new Miley Cyrus song had been released and Sophie was obsessed which wasn’t a surprise. Though talking about a song about being a single woman and signing it at the top of her lungs while happily engaged was more ironic then anything. After seeing a tik tok she got an idea to do the same thing gathering all the piece and while the babies were napping set up the camera in the kitchen and got all the props ready. While Alex was working away at the counter on his laptop answering emails or doing whatever he was doing she turned on the music and did the little dance throwing rose petals and just singing along to the song shaking her hips to the beat before the clip came to an end.

Alex: The last couple days or week really had been great. Alex was busy with work stuff, but despite the fact that he had been scared as hell of the whole marriage and being engaged thing, he just felt happiness right now. He was sure they were driving the boys crazy with how happy and in love they were, but he didn’t really care, he was just enjoying this too much. On a rare day of not having to be out somewhere, Alex took the quietness of the kids napping to work away on his laptop, sitting himself at the kitchen counter to sip on his coffee comfortably while working. He glanced up when Sophie turned on the music loud and raised his brows when she started dancing, singing along to Miley Cyrus’ new song at the top of her longs while throwing rose petals up in the air and moving her hips to the rhythm. He tried not to but then burst out laughing, taking a moment before he even sang along to the rest of it as Sophie reached for her phone and stopped the video he just realized she was recording. “I mean if you just don’t want me to hold your hand anymore, you could’ve just said the word,” he teased, closing the laptop and sitting up a little straighter on the stool.

Sophie: While they didn’t often post videos of them or photos since they believe their personal life together was private and for them, sometimes it was fun to joke around like they were going to. Even if he didn’t see it coming. She danced through before she felt him come up and reach over turning the camera off that was recording before shaking her head. “Oh no you’re stuck holding my hand for life mister.” Holding her hand up and wiggling her fingers to show off the ring to him. “But the song is just so damn catchy come on I couldn’t resist it!” She retorted chuckling softly.

Alex: He laughed and shook his head at her. “Oh, it is very catchy and I accept you’re an independent woman, but I could’ve gotten you actual roses and not just petals,” Alex teased once he had the camera turned off and reaching down to pick up one of the petals she had thrown in the air. “And what’s that video for, huh?” He asked, reaching for her phone to actually turn the music back on and restart the song, because it was indeed a very catchy tune.

Sophie: “I am definitely independent but I don’t mind my man buying me flowers or holding my hand.” She teased as she leaned against the counter. “I saw it on tik tok and the woman’s partner seemed to find it funny and it seems like you did too.” She pointed out. “So it’s a win win for everyone.”

Alex: "Right, you just want the best of both worlds,” he laughed softly. “A Tiktok? You’re keeping me from working because of a Tiktok?” It wasn’t like he really minded anyway, this was fun and it was a nice change from being on the computer. “Are we gonna get Tiktok famous now?” Alex asked, reaching for her phone to start the music back up. “Are you going to post the video? I think we should have a dance party before we do.” A grin spread on his lips as he reached for her hands and pulled her from the counter, shifting on his feet to dance and sway a little to the music.

Sophie: “Pretty much.” She said when he said she wanted the best of both worlds and if she could have it why not? “Eh no probably not I’m not looking to become tik tok famous too much pressure.” Teasing as if it would be hard in the slightest. He turned the music back on and pulled her into him and started dancing in the kitchen with her and she swayed to the music with him.

Alex: The music wasn’t blasting as loud now, the kids were napping after all but it was fun to be dancing in the kitchen, occasionally blasting out in a sing along to the music until Alex couldn’t contain his laughter and he leaned back against the counter. “Alright, let me see the video,” he chuckled, holding his hand out so she’d give him the phone so he could see. They watched the recording together and Alex laughed at the hilariousness of it, because he looked so confused but then decided to just vibe with her anyway. “I don’t mind if you post it,” he said with a shrug.

Sophie: She let Alex take the phone and look at the video and she could tell it was just a moment for them to be silly and have some fun. Life was so serious with jobs and other things that it was good to just enjoy the little playful things sometimes. When he said he didn’t mind if she posted it, she didn’t even register that her engagement ring was on or it was incredibly noticeable given the diamond was a good size and the sparkle alone. Plus wearing it on that finger she had adjusted to having it on as habit already. “Okay.” She said taking the video and editing it before posting it without really watching it closely. Sometimes they gave little playful peeks into their lives like this. What could it hurt?

Alex: Alex leaned against the counter while Sophie took her phone to edit the video, neither of them apparently thinking anything of posting it other than it was a funny little moment they decided to share with the world where they were usually pretty quiet about their relationship, at least when it came to posting things to social media. Alex pushed himself off the counter eventually to step up behind Sophie wrapping his arms around her from behind and nuzzling into the back of her neck. "Are you done posting it? Think we should get back to dancing.. Or can I get you to make out with me a little bit?" he asked, a cheeky grin curled on his lips.

Sophie: Once it was posted she set her phone down just in time for Alex to wrap her arms around her and nuzzle into her causing a soft giggle as he pulled her back into him. “All done.” She said. Not really thinking as people started seeing it and immediately noticing the rock on her finger that gave away the fact that she was not just dating but engaged to the man with his arms wrapped around her. “Oh make out with you huh? So long as you’re not planning to video tape that.” She teased. “Although we did say we were gonna tape us you know… together just never let it be posted.” She laughed. “we should probably consider that someday before I chicken out.”

Alex: He laughed softly against her neck before starting to pepper kisses there, tugging her back and more into him. "I'm not gonna post a video of us making out." He hummed at her comment and briefly pulled his hands and himself back so he could guide her to turn around in his arms, so they were now facing each other. "If only this place wasn't constantly full of people," he almost groaned as his arms wrapped around her again. About then his phone started buzzing in his pocket, usually that happened if anyone texted him or mentioned him anywhere on social media, and so he didn't really think much of it but rather lean in to kiss Sophie, mind still set on making out with her some until either one if the boys showed up or the kids woke and disturbed them. Except this time his phone didn't really stop and he broke the kiss to reach for his phone and pull it from his pocket. "People need to give me time to snog my fiance," he muttered, ready to just put it on the counter but his eyes caught what he was tagged in and that took him to double check. "Ohhh," he murmured, unlocking his phone to scroll through just a few of the many many comments people were leaving, all very aware about the engagement.

Sophie: A soft mewled noise left her lips when he started kissing her neck. Something she was enjoying very much. “We can get caught making out and end up video taped but as long as you’re not posting it.” It wasn’t like they hadn’t been out in public kissing before. “We’ll that’s kind of your fault… the house is always full with the band.” Not that she minded at all and he knew that. When he leaned in she pressed her lips to his content to kiss and make out together. When he pulled away she groaned not wanting his attention somewhere else other than on her. When he gave a soft but prolonged oh she raised a brow. “Oh what?” She asked furrowing her brows. “Something is more exciting than kissing me?”

Alex: "That's a totally different thing though," he chuckled softly before leaning in for a kiss, happy she so easily kissed him back but a little too distracted by the buzzing in his pants pocket. He didn't mean to get so distracted, but the comments caught his attention and he found himself scanning through some of those. "They caught on quick.. How did they catch up so quickly?" he asked, glancing up eventually and turning his phone to show her a few of the comments, all basically screaming at the fact they were engaged.

Sophie: “They caught on quick?” She furrowed her brows before turning and looking and seeing people practically freaking out that Alex and Sophie were engaged and that they were getting married that some couldn’t believe Alex was going to actually get married again. “What in the..” she murmured. “Oh my god…” she grabbed her phone and looked at the video before holding it up. “My ring they saw my ring and figured it out.”

Alex: "How do they even know we haven't even been out that much," he said, confused as Sophie read through the comments. When she grabbed her phone, Alex took his back and scanned over some more comments, huffing out. "It's great how much confidence they have in me," he sighed. Yes, a whole lot of people where yelling happily about these news breaking but some where very surprised to see them engaged and actually getting married. He looked up at Sophie. "Do we.. Say anything?"

Sophie: They had mostly been home, or Alex out with the boys, or they had been in bed cementing their new stage of their relationship. “Oh stop didn’t you publicly say you’d never get married again …. They’re literally going off what you said and then here you are knocking up a girl three times and putting a ring on it.” She teased chuckling. “I don’t know I didn’t want to have it announced this way… or like I would have thought they wouldn’t assume so… blatantly.” She murmured. “And part of me still wants to enjoy this with just us.”

Alex: "Psh, no i didn't," Alex said but he really wasn't sure. Maybe he had said that. "Don't you complain about any of that," he teased, though he knew she absolutely wasn't. He took his phone and placed it to the side on the counter, ready to ignore whatever people had to say. "Then how about we don't. Let them talk about it however much they want, but we keep it to us. Nothing to comment about?" he suggested, looking at her before reaching out to take her phone from her and placed that aside as well. "I didn't mean to get distracted anyway.."

Sophie: “I will complain that you knocked me up so that I was heavily pregnant every damn summer.” She said grinning at the man shaking her head. “I mean okay it’s a big diamond on that finger but designers do give out jewelry whos to say that it’s an engagement ring.” She murmured. “Well now we’re distracted.” She said. “But we could talk about maybe doing that video for us one day. Jsut have to make sure the boys aren’t here and the kids. Which we will need some planning for.”

Alex: "In my defense I didn't mean to get you pregnant at that exact time for two out of those three pregnancies." Putting the phones away was his way of getting rid of any distractions and he stepped into Sophie a little bit. A grin spread on his lips and he arched a brow." You're gonna make me want to record that tape right now when I was perfectly happy just making out with you."

Sophie: “I mean okay true you may not have meant to try but I think around the time I can be heavily pregnant for summer we should stop having sex.” She teased as if that was going to happen. “We cannot record a tape right now babe but we can at least make the plans. We’re gonna have to be sneaky as it is to make it happen.”

Alex: "Yeah, I don't think that's gonna happen. You can try to tell me that but I do doubt you'd be happy if we stopped having sex," Alex said with a smirk. "The more we talk about it, the more I'm gonna want it right now though," he said with a shrug. "So either we sit down and talk and you're gonna have to deal with grumpy old me wanting to get laid," he chuckled at that. "Or you just shut up and kiss me now." A wide grin was spread on his lips.

Sophie: “I mean if I can wear my normal bikinis during the summer I just might.” She said, “but you realize not being pregnant means more skin showing right?” She grinned to tease him. “What if we talk things out in between kissing you? We can multitask.” She hummed as she pulled him in and pressed her lips against his.

Alex: "That's not even possible because with the bump there was just more skin," he teased, though the thought of her showing so much of her skin had him scrunching up his nose a little bit. "Maybe you can multitask," he murmured as she pulled him in. "I just might not be able to do that." He happily stopped talking when her lips pressed against his and he kissed her back, happily focusing on that.

Sophie: “No I was just huge it wasn’t more skin babe, there will be more skin because I will be back to my itty bitty bikinis.” She said making a promise with that. She hummed against his mouth her lips moving with his in the kiss before breaking. “Amateur.” Teasing against his lips about not being able to multitask before kissing him again.

Alex: He huffed slightly at that, but decided kissing her was more important than arguing about that. Though when she teased, he groaned slightly. "Hey," he muttered against her lips but then leaned in a little more instead to deepen the kiss a bit, happy to fully focus on their lip lock now.

Sophie: He huffed and she knew part of him wanted to protest that for multiple reasons but he wasn’t going to win that. Their lips locked and she shifted agaisnt the counter and pushed her hands against it to make it so her body could be pushed up and sit on the counter her lips moving heavier with his.

Alex: He grinned into the kiss when Sophie shifted and pushed herself up onto the counter. He wrapped his arms around her a little more, then moved his hands to her thighs to spread her legs a little, making it easier to step between them, bringing himself a little closer to her.

Sophie: “Maybe we should.” She kissed him her mouth moving heavily with his in between little soft gasps leaving her lips. “Video tape us in multiple rooms.” She hummed against his mouth now she was just teasing to get him going as their mouths locked and his hands moved her thighs apart stepping between them and pulling her closer her legs wrapping around his waist.

Alex: Alex groaned again at her words, biting at her lower lip lightly as a form of protest to have this conversation right now. He felt her legs wrapping around his waist as he moved between them and his hands started wandering over her sides, then up her back as he kissed her heavily.

Sophie: When he bit against her lip it was a short nip jolting her as she yelped a tiny bit more in surprise not in pain. She could tell this conversation was obviously something he wasn’t having. His hands moved over her as they kissed heavily and she moaned into his mouth kissing harder as she grasped his shirt pressing her body into his.

Alex: He felt her pressing into him, her hands gripping at his shirt and he moaned into their kiss. He parted his lips and let his tongue dip out to pry past Sophie'sr lips, asking for entrance to deepen their kiss more. He was happy focusing on this, enjoying how close they were and he knew he wasn't really bothered if anyone came in, except that would fully disturb them.

Sophie: Hearing him moan brought goosebumps to her skin and she pulled him even closer. His warm tongue prying between her lips as she let him into her warm mouth their tongues tangling. Of course making out like this got them handsy and they were in the open kitchen where anyone could walk in.

Alex: His hands moved, caressing over clothed sides and eventually came to rest against Sophie's hips, or rather around the back and to her lower back, holding her into him as their kiss deepened, became more consuming and left them getting a little handsy and lost in each other. That was until Alex heard the faint sound of footsteps followed by someone calling their names. "Everybody is talking about the two of you!" Jack yelled almost causing Alex to groan.

Sophie: His hands grasped her lower back their kiss getting heavy and messy as they continued to make out in the kitchen. Bit by bit their hands grasped more; touched more, wanted more and she could feel them wanting more. Their breathing heavy and almost desperate before hearing jack yelling through the house. “They have horrible timing.” She groaned as he came into the kitchen and half screamed. “God aren’t you two done celebrating getting engaged but the kitchen now?!” He whined. “We eat at that island sometimessss!”

Alex: Alex reluctantly broke the kiss, but stayed close to Sophie, her legs still wrapped around his waist, his arms still around her. He loosened his grip on her shirt when Jack came into the kitchen and laughed. "This has nothing to do with celebrating," Alex said and a gein curled onto his lips as he locked eyes with Sophie at Jack's comment. If only he knew... "Will you stop yelling, Jack? The kids are sleeping. We don't wanna wake them up."

Sophie: Alex didn’t attempt to pull away from Sophie with her legs wrapped around his waist. She chuckled when he said this had nothing to do with celebrating. “We enjoy just you know being close sometimes too. And that’s not always sex jack.” She rolled her eyes even if they hadn’t come home quite possibly they’d be on the counter half naked but thankfully they hadn’t. When he told him to stop yelling she unwrapped her legs around him and she leaned into his chest. “And we know everyone is talking the video we posted I didn’t realize my ring.”

Alex: They were still close together when Rian followed Jack into the kitchen. "Oh please can't you get a room," Rian groaned and Alex laughed. "This is a room, Ri. In fact it's the furthest away from where the kids are napping." Sophie unwrapped her legs but then leaned into his chest instead and his arms easily wrapped around her. "How did you not realize the ring?" Jack asked, frowning.

Sophie: “And last I checked we pay for this room so unless you’re gonna pay for said room rian…” she raised a brow, maybe a slight tense from being interrupted now has settled into Sophie and normally she wasn’t cranky but they had been interrupted and then screamed at. “Because we were just having fun and I’m used to having it on my hand now so I didn’t think oh better take this off.”

Alex: "Hey," Alex said softly only for Sophie to hear and his hand rubbed over her back gently. He let their eyes lock briefly, offering a silent promise to make it up to her before looking back over at his two bandmates. "I wouldn't even want her to take it off. People are just quick to make assumptions and blow things out of proportion. It's like they wanna make us come out and give a statement now and they are sure as hell not getting that."

Sophie: She heard his soft word and his hand starting to rub her back. She was sure he could sense her tension and it wasn’t even his fault or Rian’s fault but sometimes she did get embarrassed about comments on their sex life. While she has come so far with his help to not be embarrassed sometimes it popped up at the worst times.”what do you mean you’re not going to comment on it? You have to now?” Jack questioned. “I just wasn’t thinking when I posted it. I shouldn’t have.” This was why she didn’t do social media. “Would you mind getting something ready to eat. I need to go check on Avery.” She murmured pecking his lips and slipping off the counter and heading towards the backstairs to upstairs.

Alex: "Who says we have to comment on anything?" Alex questioned as he felt Sophie shift and slip from the counter. "We don't have to say anything at all. Let them talk. We'll tell the world whenever we're ready to. Nobody can make us deny or confirm anything alright?" He sighed when Sophie said she was gonna check on Avery and he glared at Rian and Jack briefly. "I told you to do it, Soph. It's not your fault." He pushed himself off the counter and headed for the fridge to see what would be good for lunch, and once he had settled on something and made Jack and Rian help, he made sure they knew what to do before he slipped off to follow Sophie upstairs." Babe? "he called softly.

Sophie: It was a huge reason they so often didn’t comment on their relationship because so much was expected to be given. She liked having that to themselves. People knew they were together but so much of it was closed off and for them. “You don’t think with any future press or shows people aren’t going to ask?” Rian asked and even Sophie knew that was true. Once upstairs she shifted Avery out of bed and moved to the rocking chair to nurse her before changing her and putting her back in the crib with a full belly. The kids had gone down not long before so everyone was tired before she slipped into their master bedroom and sat on the edge of her side of the bed. “Hmm?” She hummed hearing him call her.

Alex: "So what? I'm fine not saying anything about it if you please just shut up about it," Alex said. So maybe that was a little fault in their plan but he still didn't really care. He didn't want to hide their relationship or where they were at with it, but he also didn't want to spell it out to the world, because that was something just for them. Once the boys were busy preparing lunch, Alex wandered upstairs to find Sophie. She sat on the edge of their bed and he sighed softly when he found her. "I still think we should just take away their keys," he joked, trying to lighten the tension he had thought he'd felt from Sophie before she went upstairs.

Sophie: Sophie was answering a few text messages when she heard Alexs voice. “That would be worse they’d bang at the door and yell from outside.” She said, and while neighbors weren’t close their luck they’d be loud enough to make it heard. Putting her phone down she took a few seconds before glancing over at him. “Are we too sexual with each other?” She questioned and she knew he would know why she was asking and that she was stuck in her own head in the moment. “What did you decide on for lunch or did you order something because if you did you better make sure they’re watching or porky will lose his mind when someone comes to the door.”

Alex: "They'd get tired of that quick enough," he said with a shrug as he walked over towards the bed. "Why would you think that?" he questioned, though he could tell where this was coming from now. "They're just idiots. It's funny to them to tease us about it, but that doesn't mean you and me, we're too sexual." Reaching the bed he stood in front of her and held out his hands for her to take. When she did, he pulled her up onto her feet and into him a little bit." Neither them nor anyone else can make me stop wanting to make out with you.." he murmured.

Sophie: “I don’t know sometimes jokes are just the truth masked to be funny.” She said with a small shrug. She knew she never wanted to come between the boys arguing and she was sure the boys would never just bluntly say it because it might turn into some kind of argument so it was easy to tease and joke about but maybe she did force the hand too much. Taking his hands he pulled her to her feet. “I know maybe we should just be more discreet about it and leave it for the bedroom from now on.” It wasn’t something she wanted she loved being expressive in their passion for each other but the mix of being called out on the internet for missing that she was wearing her own ring and then talking about video taping themselves had put her in a vulnerable state and she felt herself pulling back a little. “If jack is cooking we should probably help him I really don’t want our house burned down tonight. My parents aren’t expecting to host that many people and dogs.” She gave a small smile.

Alex: "They don’t mean it as anything but joke. You know Rian has this whole thing about groaning at us but when he’s with Sav, he literally never leaves her side. And Jack… I mean you don’t know him with a girlfriend, but he gets very, /very/ attached,” he tried to explain to calm her worries. When he had her up on her feet he almost scoffed out at her comment. “No we shouldn’t. They can say whatever they want but when I want to be close to you, I will be, alright? And you shouldn’t think you have to hold back on things you wanna do just because of something stupid Jack or Rian said.” He let go of her hands so he could up her face instead and pull her in for a soft, gentle kiss. “And where’s the fun in leaving it all to the bedroom anyway?” he added between a few kisses, chuckling lightly against her lips. “Don’t worry about Jack. I figured we could just settle for sandwiches, so Rian’s in charge of the knives while Jack just washes the vegetables. I figured a pasta salad would be something you like that can go well with the sandwiches, so the Jack’s forbidden to come near the stove right now.”

Sophie: She knew he was right but when she felt vulnerable her head went right back to that place. It didn’t happen nearly as often as it did years ago where it happened all the time or anytime they had sex or tried something new. “I know. I just I don’t know… I feel weird right now but I’ll get over it.” And she would and she would have witty retorts for them like she typically did. Nodding her head she leaned into him resting her head back against his chest. “I love you.” She murmured he always knew how to be sound when she needed that. When her mind went too far off the deep end. “Mmm good sandwiches and pasta salad sound like the perfect lunch.” She murmured pressing her lips a little more into his a little less timid finally.

Alex: “I don’t want you feeling weird. I promise you’d know if they were actually serious about something,” he murmured, and when she leaned into him, he held her close for a moment. He knew she could get in her own head about things, much like he often did, though it was different things for either of them. Still, he understood how hard it was to get out of that off feeling once you were kind of stuck in there. “I love you, Soph. I also don’t want you to take that ring of just because people are stupid and keep talking,” he murmured, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. “And it’s the perfect food to hand over to the boys to prepare. Though I think I may have to go check on the pasta in a few,” he murmured between kisses before he felt Sophie’s lips pressing a little more against his and he smiled as he leaned in more, returning the gentle force she kissed him with, happy to have her not holding back or pulling back from him anymore.

Sophie: “I know and I’ll be okay I just was a mix of frustrated and then embarrassed and overwhelmed” which made it so much easier for her head to go to that place. When he said he didn’t want her to take her ring off she smiled, “I don’t want to take it off, just because I don’t want to make some big public announcement now or like right this second doesn’t mean I don’t want to wear it and let the world continue to speculate.” She said because she loved Alex. Feeling him return the kiss and press back into her She hummed against his mouth as she wrapped her arms around him feeling safer in the moment close to him before pulling back. “Guess I should let you go check on lunch.”

Alex: “I told them we’re not gonna do any big announcements right now. I think they understood I don’t want them to go out and answer questions about us either,” he said. It really hadn’t often been a topic that needed to be talked about. The boys knew and understood where they wanted to keep their privacy, whether it was their relationship or their kids. Alex smiled as he felt Sophie’s arms wrap around him and he happily enjoyed this moment, so similar, yet less handsy than what they were interrupted with earlier. “You care for the pasta salad too much to not let me go back,” he chuckled softly, but he did lean in for another peck on her lips before stepping back and then heading back downstairs to the kitchen to see how Rian and Jack were doing and continuing to prepare the pasta.

Sophie: “When the time is right we will say something or announce something but just because they saw a ring doesn’t mean they have a right to that information just because they figured it out.” She knew he felt the same way and that either interviews for any of them would be prepped to make sure no questions came up regarding their relationship or none would be given. She was relaxing bit by bit before he said about the pasta salad. “Well it is pasta and if it got ruined it would just make this day horrible.” She said and it had almost been disaster already. “You owe me for earlier by the way. Think we should convince the boys to go out to dinner and mum and dad to take the kids tonight.” She said before letting him leave.

Alex: “Don’t want the day to take a terrible, terrible turn,” he laughed softly. When she suggested the boys go out and her parents take the kids, he raised his brows. “I make out with you once and you already want me all night?” he teased. He forced himself to pull away and head downstairs, knowing he really didn’t want to mess up the pasta. Nobody seemed hurt when he got into the kitchen, though he almost fell over one of the dogs that were sitting around Jack, apparently having realized he kept dropping food. “Dude, you’re supposed to wash it, not spread it on the floor,” Alex laughed as he walked up to the stove and checked on the pasta. He told the boys what to do and soon they were ready to actually prepare the sandwiches, and the pasta salad was just about done. “You know if Zack and Annie are gonna be here for lunch soon?”

Sophie: “You say that as if I haven’t said that before or you haven’t wanted me all night before.” Rolling her eyes though she knew he was teasing. After a little bit she headed downstairs and met the boys in the kitchen hearing the tail end of their sentence. “Annie texted me they’ll be back in a bit but they aren’t staying for dinner Zack planned a date night for them and then they’re driving out to a little air B&B for the night together.” She said. “And guess who just got some early release passes for the new fast and the furious movie.” They were doing early viewing and my publicist got some tickets what do you think about going. I can’t go with the kids but I know rian and jack could at least go.” She offered and she was sure Alex knew what she was doing. “It’s in the heart of London though so you wouldn’t make it back home tonight so only if you’re okay with a hotel unless you want to watch the babies and Alex and I will go.” Though she knew there was no way Jack would want to turn down seeing a movie before anyone else

Alex: Jack’s ears immediately perked up when Sophie mention early release tickets to see a movie. Alex raised his brows, but he knew what Sophie was doing, and mind you she was doing it so well. “I say they can babysit and we get a night out,” Alex said with a smirk, knowing damn well it would trigger Jack to just want to go more. “Oh no I’ll go! I’ll take the tickets!” The man said, much like Alex had predicted. “How many tickets do you have? Do we have to bring Rian?” Alex laughed. “Even if it’s just two tickets, you take Rian, I stay home and help with the kids,” he said quickly before Rian could so much as say anything.

Sophie: Jack was on board immediately, while rian was always going to be a harder sale because he was so damn picky with movies. She was sure he was going to offer to let Alex go but that would be weird to leave rian and Sophie home with the kids. “But fast and the furious?” He asked. “I mean I’ll be able to get tickets to the upcoming marvel release but that’s not for a few more weeks… and I was gonna go with Alex with that.” She said and that she had really wanted to do. “Look what if I get you both a swaggy hotel room and even pay for your dinner our wherever you want to go rian.” She offered figuring the deal had to be sweet enough for both of them.

Alex: "It's gonna be such a great movie, Ri!" Jack said, already super excited to be able to see it early. "You sure you're gonna want to miss this?" he then asked Alex who just shrugged his shoulders. "I can't just leave Sophie with the kids and Rian.” The drummer huffed at that but the prospect of a fancy hotel room and dinner out in London seemed to seal the deal. “Wait, he gets to go see the Marvel movie and I just get Fast and Furious?” Jack chimed in, causing Alex to grin and then laugh. Instead of arguing with that, he just moved about the kitchen to finish the pasta salad and then glanced around. “Anyone as hungry as me? Because I think lunch is all ready..”

Sophie: It seemed like the hotel and dinner sealed it so she got her phone out and called her assistant to set up a hotel that she would normally stay at during press time and would just call whatever place they went to dinner to leave a tab. When jack got offended about marvel she rolled her eyes. “Perks of being engaged to the girl who played Jean Grey.” She pointed out. “You’re going to see the new vin diesel movie before anyone else be happy jack will you?” She said. “And make sure to dress nice I’m sure there will be press at the show before going in.” She said before putting out dishes for lunch.

Alex: He knew Jack would still find time and words to argue about seeing Marvel, but for now Rian and him agreed to go out and see the movie that night. Alex finished preparing lunch as Sophie set table and he started carrying over. Just when he meant to tell everyone to sit down, he caught movement on one of the baby monitors and chuckled softly as he looked at it to find Willa trying to climb out of her bed. “I swear she’s got a seventh sense for when there’s food anywhere. He brushed his hand against the small of Sophie’s back as he passed her and then hurried upstairs to get their oldest daughter before she could start whining about wanting out. “Are you hungry? How’d you know there’s food?” he chuckled softly as he picked her up and let her bury her face in his neck, rubbing her face against his shirt a bit as if she was trying to rub her eyes. Alex carried her downstairs with him.

Sophie: She was sure there’d be more protest later but she didn’t really care so far she had gotten Annie to get Zack out, had gotten the boys out, and her parents had happily agreed to pick up the kids whenever they texted them to come get them. All in all was a good plan she thought. When Willa was heard and Alex disappeared upstairs she waited and not long after Noah followed. “I think it’s a trait they all can tell when there is food.” While Noah was eating solid foods he was also nursing, needing more bonding time with Sophie as he adjusted to two siblings. Heading upstairs as Alex was coming down “Noah’s awake now they both know when it’s food time.” She chuckled as she tickled Willa’s sides before heading to grab the little boy.

Alex: Alex was busy talking to Willa so he didn’t hear Noah waking up but on the stairs he ran into Sophie who was on her way to get him. He shook his head amusedly. “They totally got that from you,” he teased, a grin spread on his lips as he brought Willa downstairs and got her settled at the table. She was awake more now and was already reaching forward, eager to get her hands on some of the food. So Alex put some pasta salad on a little plate for her and cut off a smaller piece of a sandwich she could eat, knowing the more she’d have in front of her, the more of a mess she was most likely going to make.

Sophie: “Speak for yourself you eat just as much it could easily be from you.” She said back chuckling as she went and got the little boy who was now awake. Getting him all cleaned up and changed she then came downstairs and settled him into his high chair and gave him some pasta salad wanting to keep him on things that were easy to chew for the little boy before settling down and making her own plate. “What are you doing rian?” Who was attached to his phone. “Looking for the best spot to eat in London.” He muttered before shaking her head. “You realize you haven’t even had lunch yet.”

Alex: "There's lunch right in front of you, Ri,” Alex added as he put the plate in front of Willa and watched her pick up a piece of pasta. “You should really be using your fork,” he murmured, picking the kiddie fork up to pick up a piece of pasta and hold it out for Willa to take. “Here, like this.” When he had her at least trying, though it was more picking up pieces with her fingers and placing them on the fork to then bring that to her mouth, Alex filled his own plate. “Just put the phone down and have lunch, Rian,” he laughed as he spotted the drummer still busy on his phone. “We’re all starving, if you don’t eat now you may not get anything at all.”

Sophie: Finally he gave in and put his phone down. “If you two are paying im making sure it’s a place that’s gonna be amazing.” He said and she rolled her eyes. “Tust me you’ll find a place there’s a lot of delicious places in London.” She knew that was true and it wasn’t like she was gonna scam him out of dinner. Alex was attempting to show Willa more of her fork and she was more putting the food on the fork with her hand and then attempting to eat it but it was a start while Noah just used his hands stuffing into his face and Sophie started eating. Before long she was done and full and helped clean up the kids. “Alex why don’t you make sure they have something nice to wear for tonight especially jack please.”

Alex: "I'm not gonna wear any of Alex's clothes," Jack argued and Rian added, "I'm not gonna fit into any of Alex’s clothes.” Alex just rolled his eyes and chuckled. “We’ll find you something.” He helped Sophie clear the table and soon was of to dress the boys. Zack and Annie showed up eventually and they all spent some time hanging out before Rian and Jack were off to London and Annie and Zack were getting ready to go out as well. Alex found himself sitting on the ground in the living room, watching as Willa ran around with a sudden burst of energy and Noah babbled to Percy as if he was having a serious conversation with the dog.

Sophie: “I never said you had to wear alexs clothes just have something nice to wear for both of you.” She was sure there’d be a small carpet and if they’d be in attendance under Sophie’s name they would need to at least look nice. Once they were all on their way she was curled up on the couch with Avery in her arms cooing away. “We just have to text mum and dad when we are ready for them to come get the kids and then we have the whole night to ourselves thanks to yours truly. Being an actress does come in handy.” She grinned as she watched the kids doing their own thing to keep busy.

Alex: Alex fell back against the floor, allowing himself to rest back against the carpet for a moment. At Sophie’s words, he turned his head to be able to glance towards her. “We’re going to have to pick them back up early tomorrow morning though. We’re totally lying to Rian and Jack about staying here because of the kids and I am not going to put you through their comments if they come back here and we don’t have the kids,” he chuckled, reaching for one of the kids stuffed animals that was laying on the ground and throwing it up into the air and catch it again, repeating a few times. “Wanna text them once Zack and Annie have left? Zack said they were just getting ready so they are probably headed out soon.”

Sophie: “I doubt they’ll be back super early in the morning between the movie release dinner and drinks.” She knew them well enough or jack well enough to know that he wouldn’t be up bright and early and then it’d take some time for them to get back. “And we could have said my parents came over early that morning to get them for the day.” Shaking her head. “Works for me.” Even if she knew Zack and Annie wouldn’t mind they obviously understood needing time to themselves as any couple did. “Are you excited to have tonight alone because I was thinking?” She raised her brows and wiggled her phone to give an idea to what she was talking about

Alex: “Or, we sleep until we’re ready to face the day, hoping they won’t suddenly show up early and head out to pick the kids from your parents. We can bring a late breakfast or lunch out to them as a thank you for taking the kids?” Alex pushed himself up on his elbows and then sat up more, reaching out to catch Willa as she came running past him, causing her to laugh and giggle as she slumped into his arms. “Where’s all this energy coming from, huh?” he chuckled and tickled her before letting her go again and standing up to walk over to the couch, taking Sophie’s phone from her hand to place it on the coffee table and lean over her to peck her lips. “I think we’re gonna have a whole lot of undisturbed fun,” he grinned.

Sophie: “When would Jack in any world after a soft premiere and free drinks.” Since she was paying after all. “But taking them to breakfast or lunch sounds nice.” And she knew that her parents would appreciate it. “She had a nice long nap let her run around or my parents will need to let her run around like a crazy person.” She laughed. “Oh yes a lot of fun I think.” She murmured. “Maybe.” She grinned innocently as she shifted Avery.

Alex: “Let’s plan on something like that then. We see when we’re up and then go from there. But taking them out might be nice.” Not for dinner or anything, but breakfast or lunch would be a nice way to thank them, right? And it’d mean they wouldn’t have to cook any food until it was dinner time. He let Willa go again and chuckled. “I am letting her run. She just came right at me.” He moved towards the couch and leaned over her for the kiss, then chuckled softly. “Maybe? Don’t say things like that if you don’t mean it,” he chuckled and then stood up straighter again, stretching a bit before turning to look after Willa and Noah, a smile spreading on his lips.

Sophie: “They’ll love it honestly.” She said because they would. They loved Alex and they loved seeing her so happy. Which she knew that she really was. “She’s just being a wild girl.” She teased which she did have a crazy energy sometimes. Like any almost three year old. “Mmh and what are you going to do about it?” She asked raising her brow grinning as he pecked her lips. A little while later Zack and Annie headed off and Sophie texted her parents. “They’ll be here in about 20 minutes.”

Alex: After so unplannedly asking Sophie to marry her, there had been a moment where Alex was terrified about not talking to Sophie’s dad first, so when they told her parents he was a little nervous. Thankfully, they were just happy for them, much like Sophie had told him. When she asked him what he was going to do about it, he shrugged. “Nothing right now, you’re very much holding our baby still,” he chuckled. It didn’t take much longer for Annie and Zack to head out and Sophie texted her parents to ask them to pick up the kids. “Alright, let’s get these little rugrats ready. We gotta pack up a few things.” He moved over to motivate Noah to get up and the little boy held out his arms so Alex picked him up which resulted in Willa running straight for his legs and wrapping her tiny self around his leg. “You’re gonna be staying with grandma and grandpa tonight. Do you wanna bring a toy? Each of you gets to bring one. We gotta get you all packed up so you can have a sleepover.”

Sophie: “See knew you wouldn’t do anything.” She stuck her tongue out not realizing Willa noticed and immediately followed suit and stuck out her tongue at Alex too. “Oh no we don’t do that.” She burst out laughing as she shifted Avery to get up so they could start getting ready and Willa ran straight for alexs legs. “You may want to let her bring two toys or she may stick her tongue out at you again.” She grinned playfully at him.

Alex: Alex looked down at Willa as she wrapped herself around his leg and he laughed softly. “We’re not gonna be able to get you packed this way. And you are so not allowed to stick your tongue out at me. We don’t do that, princess.” Noah was gripping at him while he held him up and Alex started to walk, his one leg straightened so he could move Willa with him the way she hold onto him and he chuckled softly. “Yeah we’re not getting upstairs this way.”

Sophie: “Just pick her up Alex she’s literally no weight.” She said when he said they couldn’t get upstairs this way. Watching Willa lean her head back she saw her stick her tongue out and she had to try not to laugh. “No Willa that’s not nice.” She said shaking her head. “We don’t do that to daddy. Come on we’re gonna go see Grammy.” She murmured taking her hand with Avery in her other arm.

Alex: "And when I have both on my arms then what if they start to fight?" he chuckled softly, looking down to see Willa sticking her tongue out at him. “Hey, we don’t do that.” Sophie came to take Willa’s hand and take her upstairs too. They packed little bags for them and Alex let them each pick a toy, or rather two to bring along and by the time they were ready Sophie’s parents arrived to pick them up.

Sophie: “Noah and Willa will be fine it’s Avery that would be in more danger.” She states rolling her eyes. Once things were packed she helped change them into cute little outfits just in time for them to be picked up by their grandparents helping them into the car with their little bags and kissing them goodbye before watching them leave and heading back into the house.

Alex: Just they were done packing little bags and changing them into cute outfits, Sophie's parents showed up. Talk about perfect timing. They helped settle the kids in the car and said their goodbyes before hurrying back into the house. "It's fucking cold outside. Who's idea was it to spend winter time here?" Though he was very aware that in Baltimore they'd be dealing with snow now, not the constant drizzle and rain that was coming down here.

Sophie: "Uh well you when you decide to schedule UK tours in the late winter to early spring." she said glancing over at him. "and it's not like it's not freezing cold in Baltimore actually it is probably more cold there than it is here." she pointed out as they headed into the house and she closed the door. "Finally house to ourselves, peace and quiet for a few hours."

Alex: "Don't say that. We'd not be so cold there," he argued without really having a point because he knew she was right. Once the door was closed behind them, Alex shook his head to get the few drops of rain out and then looked at Sophie. "Few hours? I thought you said I'd get you all night?"

Sophie: “I mean you do get me all night but in the end those hours are going to fly by so it’s gonna seem like jsut a few hours.” She laughed. Which she knew was right but she’d enjoy them all the same. “But hey i managed to get us a night alone last minute you should be impressed.”

Alex: "Shh, don't say that. Let's just enjoy." Alex chuckled. He decided not to glance at the time, because he didn't want to worry about how much time they actually got. "I am impressed. Though it almost didn't work with Rian being stubborn and picky," he teased a grin spread across his lips. He licked his lower lip and glanced towards the kitchen. "Care to share a glass of wine with me?"

Sophie: "I fully plan to enjoy it babe." she said grinning over at the man, "I was just stating the obvious." Chuckling softly at him, "Rian would have ended up going just so Jack wouldn't keep bugging him." Which was true, just to keep him quiet. "How about you go open a bottle of wine and I'm going to go change into something more... comfortable." she said, "And then I'll meet you downstairs."

Alex: He was halfway to the kitchen when Sophie's comment caused him to turn, a brow arched. "Oh something more comfortable?" he asked, then chuckled softly. "Alright, but don't keep me waiting too long." He was off to the kitchen with that and found a bottle of wine to open. He put out two glasses and filled them, then waited for Sophie return.

Sophie: "Yes something more comfortable." she retorted, giving a short nod of her head. Heading upstairs she headed into the closet and put on a very strappy lingerie piece that hugged her body, hid little to nothing, but somehow still made her look incredibly sexy and then pulled on a little black silk night gown that clung to her body before padding back downstairs. Upon arrival back to the kitchen, "Did you find just the right wine for us to drink tonight?" she asked casually.

Alex: Alex was just putting the opened bottle of wine aside when he heard Sophie's voice. "I believe so, I don't know if you've tried this one before but-" he paused when he turned around to look at her. "Fucking hell. Oh.. You look, uh.. Wow you look.. Great." He licked his lipd as he scanned over body.

Sophie: She walked in casually not wanting to be overtly obvious other than what she was wearing. When he looked at her she felt her cheeks warm a slight pink the way he stared at her. Like he had never seen anyone so gorgeous in his life. "I just wanted to put something a little more comfortable on, thought this fits well." she said giving a smile.

Alex: He couldn't help but stare and he was glad he'd already out away the wine because there was no doubt he would've been too distracted to do so now. "Are you sure 'comfortable' is what you were going for?" he asked, clearing his throat a bit. Alex leaned back against the counter a bit and continued to take her in, eyes following her as she walked casually towards him.

Sophie: “Yeah it’s comfortable. Very flowy and easy to move in.” she said and it was, the lingerie underneath was far more scandalous than what the simple silk nightgown she was wearing. That was strapped around her leaving her bare between her legs but still hooking around her legs to hold the strappy body suit to her body. “So that wine you were talking about?” She raised a brow.

Alex: "Mmh," really was all he could reply to that, eyes lingering on her until she mentioned the wine and he cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah, uh.. The wine." He turned, picking up the glasses and holding one out for Sophie, unable to stop his eyes from falling onto her again. "Cheers," he murmured lifting the glass so they could tap them together before he took a long, long sip of the wine.

Sophie: Taking her glass it was actually sweet to see him stumbling over his words. Sometimes it still surprised her how much he could still find her so attractive after three babies, they being exhausted and all the things. “Cheers baby.” She murmured tapping her glass against this softly before taking a sip of the wine while he took a much longer one. “So.. did you want to continue what we started in the kitchen earlier? We can just you know… make out.”

Alex: He was aware she could tell he was a little taken aback by her appearance, and he just loved every bit of it. How she'd been so guarded earlier, from worrying about being to sexual to now walking up to him so casually while wearing what she was wearing. A soft groan left his lips at her question and he opted to place his glass of wine on the counter beside him. "God yes I want to. But we can't go right back to that if you were serious about recording /tonight/," he murmured. He knew that once they started back up where they left off it wasn't going to happen that they'd actually pause anything to set up a camera.

Sophie: Did she worry about them being too sexual, yes. Was she attempting to push that away with his words earlier and enjoy what they wanted. Also yes. Pushing herself out of that awkward weirdness in her head was the only way to move past it. Including putting on a very sexy outfit for him. He had a point, if they started they weren’t going to stop. “Sooo… where did you want to you know… record us in this house?” She asked curiously.

Alex: Alex let out a soft breath to let go of the urge to just pull her into him and kiss her. He was very tempted. But the thought of recording them, of having something to look back at was so hot and intriguing, he didn't want to just push that away and not make it happen. "We can start right here, baby," he murmured and, picking up his glass of wine, he took another long sip before he pushed himself off the counter and moved to find a camera and a way to set it up so it showed Sophie and where she was by the counter. Alex checked the screen to make sure Sophie could be sind and a smirk spread on his lips as he moved to her again, deciding to stand right in front of her. "Hi," he murmured.

Sophie: She knew he was probably more internally struggling between wanting to kiss and have his way with her or following through on something they really wanted to do. “Right here? In the kitchen huh? That hungry?” She teased as she took a longer sip from the wine as he set up a camera where theyd both be visible. “Hi baby” she murmured her hand reaching out and running up his chest agaisnt his shirt. “You sure about this? You’re really okay with this… you’re comfortable I mean. “With me being naked on video and having you taking care of me in many ways?”

Alex: A grin curled onto his lips. "Don't tell me you're not just as eager," he teased slightly as he looked back over his shoulder at her. It took him a frustratingly long moment to set the camera up but then he had it recording and he moved to where Sophie was, eyes locking on her the moment he stepped in front of her, his breathing already a little bit off at the excitement of this. "I'm very okay with being able to see you... Pretend to feel you when I can't physically be with you," he murmured. "So yes. Just for you and me, I can be comfortable with having you naked on video," he said and chuckled softly, slowly backing her up a few steps until she reached the counter with her back and he hummed softly.

Sophie: “I mean..” she was dressed in a highly suggestive nightgown with more underneath he could figure that out for himself that she was eager. When he came over to her she noticed his already slightly faster breathing. “Just for your eyes okay?” It wasn’t like he’d ever be willing to allow someone to see Sophie’s naked body let alone Sophie losing it during sex together. She also knew there’d be times she couldn’t be with alex and this would help with his own alone times. He backed her up slowly till she reached the counter. “Then I think we should get as much video for you to enjoy when we can’t be together.” She said with a soft husk to her voice. Her fingers pulling down the straps of her night gown and letting it drop to the floor to allow the even more over the top lingerie show on her body.

Alex: "Mine, and yours,“ he corrected her, a grin still curled on his lips. He wanted to enjoy just as much. This was for them after all and it would come in handy when they were separated. Once he had Sophie back against the counter, she reached up to slip the straps of her nightgown over her shoulders, letting the fabric drop to the floor, the soft material pooling around their feet and Alex’s eyes wandered over her choice of lingerie, an outfit he had not expected her to be wearing, nor could recall seeing her in before either. He sucked in a breath and let out a soft, quiet groan he wasn’t sure could be heard on the video, and his hands moved to her waist, wrapping around it and down over her bum. He let them rest there momentarily, squeezing lightly before picking her up and sitting her up on the counter. “You look so gorgeous,” he murmured. “So hot,” he added and let his hands wander over her body.

Sophie: “Mine and yours.” Alex was right, he had said this was for them both of them. Honestly it was better than the alternative of him watching porn to get himself off. Not that she would stop him there was nothing wrong with that if he was away and needed something. This would just be more personal for them. She watched as his eyes literally hazed over once she dropped the night gown to leave the very exposed lingerie around her pale creamy skin. A soft squeal left her lips when he squeezed her bum and was lifted up onto the counter. Not wanting to focus on the camera. Hands already exploring the expanse of skin. “I bought this a long time ago. I know it’s more out there than the normal stuff I wear.” It definitely was given he could take her and there was no need to remove any fabric between her legs. “You know if we’re gonna be making our own homemade videos for you to go away with I kind of need to know what stuff turns you on the most when you watch.” She hummed pulling him forward. “I want you to have enough material you don’t have to search around online.” She admitted.

Alex: His eyes scanned over her again and he groaned as he picked her up to sit her on the counter. “How long ago?” he asked, biting down on his lower lip. “How come you’ve never let me see it before?” His hands wandered, caressing over her barely clothed skin, exploring, gripping here and there. “If I can just see you.. hear you.. I’m so not gonna have to do any kind of searching online, “he chuckled softly as she pulled him in and he easily stood between her legs, still fully clothed while she was so beautifully exposed to him in a new, sexy kind of way. He leaned in to capture her lips in a kiss and he pulled her closer towards the edge of the counter so he could press his body into hers.

Sophie: “I don’t know when I was pregnant with Avery for when my body would be able to fit in it again. I’m just glad it fit.” If she was honestly given she had had three babies back to back. “I was waiting for the right time and you never usually care about lingerie but I feel like this is the right time to be able to wear something like this.” She admitted. “Yeah? Well I just want to make sure you have enough regardless. Just don’t listen to it too loud I don’t need you explaining that’s me they’re hearing.” She teased. He moved her legs apart which just exposed more of her to him. Honestly she was completely exposed other than the straps that covered parts of her skin but hid nothing of the important things. Feeling him pull her closer her hands bunched into his shirt curling it up some as her mouth glided with his her body angled more towards the camera to see her mostly naked body as she slowly dragged his shirt up.

Alex: “It fits perfectly,” he murmured, dipping his finger under one of the straps and lifting it slightly before letting go again. “It’s gonna be great having this whole conversation on video too,” he grinned amusedly at her before finally leaving in, his hands wandering, exploring as they kissed and he tucked her closer to the edge of the counter, moaning softly against her lips. He felt her dragging his shirt up and he only broke the kiss so she could take it off of him, tossing it aside since neither of them cared where their clothes would be. “Don’t shy away from being loud. I love hearing you,” he murmured, before he let his hand wander more, between her legs , the part that was so very obviously not covered by any kind of fabric.

Sophie: There was a short laugh about the conversation. “Consider it foreplay babe.” She teased, “like any porn I would assume you have to work up to the good stuff you don’t just to get to jump in and have me.” She rolled her eyes. Their mouths were on each other and she could feel him moan into her mouth. Once his shirt was removed and tossed somewhere behind him her hands traced down his chest and over his abdomen. His words saying not to hold back vocally. “Mm good thing we have the house to ourselves.” She murmured as she felt his hand slide between her legs. Shifting she let her legs spread wider for him his fingers teasing at her as she moaned out his name her head tipping back pressing her cupped breasts in the lingerie out more to be easily visible.

Alex: “Oh I absolutely understand the concept of foreplay,” he said with a smirk. He broke the kiss only so she could pull the shirt off of him and toss it away, leaving him shirtless as he leaned into her again and he felt her hands on his skin, tracing down his chest. “Thought that was the plan for this. To actually have the house to ourselves. I love when you don’t hold back,” he husked out, capturing her lips in a brief kiss again, his hand sliding between her legs and he felt her spreading her legs wider to give him more room. His fingers found her core and he brushed them up through wet lips, eager to tease, to know how much she wanted him. When Sophie tipped her head back and pressed her breasts out he couldn’t help but lean forward to start peppering kisses on her skin.

Sophie: “Well then you get sex and foreplay don’t complain.” She teased grinning at him. “It’s nice to not have to hold back but you know.” She slipped down and tugged him in by his waistband. “You don’t have to hold back either I like hearing you too baby.” She murmured though she knew that wasn’t as much an Alex thing to be super vocal. Fingers brushed her core to find her wet. A loud moan of his name fell from her lips as his mouth started peppering kisses against her skin before she fell back against the cold counter leaving her exposed and bare to him to watch and touch however he liked. Her hands came up caressing her own breasts, stroking her nipples till they hardened as her hips rolled into his hand.

Alex: “I’m so not complaining at all,” he chuckled amusedly. Alex arched a brow when Sophie pulled him in by his waistband and he licked his lips. “Oh, you wanna hear me too?” he questioned, as if she hadn’t been clear, which she had for sure. He brushed his fingers between her legs, caressing against the wetness before leaning in to press kisses to Sophie’s skin. That didn’t last very long because she fell back against the counter and he groaned at the view the way she was laying in front of him now, offering easier access to her and starting to play with her own breasts. “Fuck, Sophie,” he breathed out. He rubbed his fingers against her clit before sliding down a bit, and enough to be able to slide a finger into her, wanting to tease her, maybe get her off with just his hands.

Sophie: “I mean I want to hear you, see you.” She grinned quoting him. Because it was the same thing if she was watching when they were apart she was going to be more focused on Alex. Her hands continued to squeeze at her breast. Tugging at the hardened nipple between her fingers biting down at her lowe lip. “Yessss” it was drawn out when he started rubbing her clit, bucking her hips before feeling it shift and slide into her. She knew for this video to work a lot of it would be him making her come multiple times and less him coming multiple times so she knew the more ways he played with her the longer their video would be for him.

Alex: He always loved watching her and he knew with how he set the camera up, she should be well seen on the video, and the way she was tugging at her own nipples and squeezing her breasts, he had to admit it was a very hot view. He eyed her, taking her in as he shifted his hand to start pumping his finger into her and a grin spread on his lips as he felt her bucking her hips into him. "Mmh, you're so fucking hot, baby."

Sophie: She was sure that however he had the camera positioned it would be more on her for his interest but she didn’t mind. She wanted him to enjoy these videos. Her hands continued to move and tease at her breasts as his finger slipped easily in and out of her. “Oh fuck Alex.” She groaned out eyes fluttering closed.

Alex: He was aware that it was mostly Sophie to be seen, but he also could easily be made out and he loved the way she reacted to him. His fingers pumped a little quicker, then slowed to tease before adding another one and he leaned over her a bit to kiss her neck, her jawline, her skin.

Sophie: “Fuckkkkkk.” She groaned out her one hand dropping to the counter and slamming agaisnt it and holding on as a second finger was added in and pumped easily in and out of her with vigor. When he bent over to let his mouth reach what it could touch she gasped. “Yes!” She said as his mouth covered the skin.

Alex: He smirked against her skin, nibbling and kissing her skin as he made sure to pump his fingers in and out of her. "Soph.. Baby," he murmured near her ear before pulling back to stand up straighter and using his free hant to even spread her legs a little further so he had more access.

Sophie: His fingers slid in and out of her wetness that only continued to grow the more he expertly moved his fingers against her walls caressing before she watched him stand and push her legs further apart knowing the camera would be able to have full access to what his hand looked like moving against her core. Her body arched as she called out his name. “Yes! Oh god you feel so good faster Alex.” She panted

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BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS ― IWAIZUMI, KUROO, BOKUTO, AND SUGAWARA.

✗ REQUEST: i’ve been seeing all over tiktok the whole lay between your s/o thighs trend (idk if you know the trend) but i wanted to see it with the hq boys. so could i request iwa, kuroo, bo and suga🥺.

― iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, sugawara koushi.

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ warnings: suggestive content (everything i write at this point is suggestive lmao), i got lazy proof reading this but i’ll come back to it

⤷ word count: 3.1k

― a/n: i was very soft writing this hehe, also;

me to me: let’s limit this to 500 words per character

also me: almost writes 1k just on kuroo.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

after two long weeks apart, with iwa having to travel overseas for work, he had finally come back home to you. work trips weren’t uncommon, but often left you alone, missing him more and more with each day apart.

it took everything in your power to hold yourself back from jumping on him, the moment you caught sight of his bulky figure walking out of the airport terminal.

and now the two of you were on your way home. after bickering over who would drive, iwa now sat leaned back in the driver’s seat, large hand engulfing yours on your lap and the other gripping the leather steering wheel; skillfully maneuvering your car down the snowy streets. fiddling with his long fingers entwined between your own, you bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

glancing at you from the corner of his olive eyes, you could see his soft smile under the flickering glow of the streetlights. he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, before his focus turns back to the road.

ten minutes pass relatively quickly, with iwa shifting the gear into park outside your shared home. he trails close behind you, warm breath tickling the side of your neck and duffle bag slung over his wide shoulder, as you unlock the front door.

“welcome home.” you whisper, tilting your face up to look at him.

iwa’s quick to drop his bag, spinning you around by your hips to pull you flush against him. wrapping your arms around his neck, you giggle at the feeling of his hands dipping lower to give your ass a loving squeeze.

“i missed you, baby.” he breathes out, before leaning down to capture your lips.

the kiss is sweet and slow, you indulge yourself in the familiar feeling of his soft lips; before his tongue darts out to trace against the pout of your bottom lip, asking for permission. you moan into him as your tongues brush against each other sensually, dragging your hand from his nape to caress his jaw; you jolt away as your palm brushes against the icy cold touch of his ear.

“haji! your ears are freezing!” you hiss, both hands now tugging at his ears.

chuckling lowly, he grabs at your wrists lightly. “ah, i know...why don’t you warm them up for me?”

“huh?”

overwhelming thoughts of how exactly iwa intended for you to warm his ears up, clouded your flustered mind. in a flurry of movements, he lead you into your bedroom; freeing you from the tight denim of your high-waisted pants, and having you perched up and leaning against your fluffed up pillows. the fuzziness in your head starts to clear up at the sight of iwa stripping off his long sleeved shirt, exposing the toned muscle of his stomach and chest.

crawling towards you and parting your legs, he presses a kiss to the inner side of your knee, before he flips over and slides his read right between your legs. you blink once, then twice, watching as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his neck and squishing his face.

“well, this...isn’t exactly what i was expecting.” rubbing your thighs against his ears to get used to the freezing touch.

iwa hums contentedly, patting the side of your leg. “mmm, don’t worry baby, we’ll save that for a bit later okay?” heat rushes to your face as he calls you out on your thoughts. “i just wanna lay here and feel you like this for now.” you push your hands against your face, feeling how warm your cheeks are, before iwa grabs at your wrists softly, bringing them over to kiss your palms. “just lie with me, okay baby?”

with your hands caressing the sides of his face, you nod, smiling softly. “okay, haji.”

KUROO TETSUROU

working together with kuroo for japan’s volleyball association was amazing. for the most part that is. it’s how the two of you met, he’d charmed you into a first date by his second week, and it was almost three years since then.

you spent every day with your boyfriend at work, and every night together in bed. but sharing a busy week schedule filled with back-to-back meetings, interviews with athletes for potential promotional videos, and late nights in the office filing the never-ending build up of paperwork - meant weekends were very much looked forward to.

lazy sundays being your favourite.

the day usually started well into noon, both of you enjoying the extra undisturbed hours of sleep - since the blare of kuroo’s six a.m. alarm wasn’t ringing in your ears. he’d greet you with a drowsy rasp - “good morning, shorty.” - making you giggle before dragging him to share a steaming hot shower with you; . and with a towel wrapped around your head, bare legs on show underneath the hem of your boyfriend’s large shirt, you’d sway in front of the stovetop flipping pancakes while a shirtless kuroo sliced up your favourite fruits - music from his playlist playing softly in the background.

if the weather allowed it, you and kuroo would sit out on the balcony of your apartment; basking in the warmth of the sun, admiring the way his hazel eyes reflected gold. yet this sunday, a storm was raging outside.

“why is she giving a rose to that prick yamato? fuji deserves it way more than him!” kuroo calls out.

you were only half invested in the bachelorette marathon playing. rain spat against the fogged glass; heavy lidded eyes followed the trails made by the racing raindrops. you were tucked snugly into kuroo’s side, a long arm wrapped around your shoulders, and legs tangled under the softness of the new periwinkle comforter you’d bought the other day. kuroo’s laptop rested on his lap, and you jostled about as he shot an arm out to point at the screen accusingly.

“are you seeing this, y/n?! now she’s choosing sachihiro! over fuji?!”

humming half-heartedly in response, you squeeze yourself closer to kuroo; dragging your hand over his bare chest, and resting it over his heart. you could feel his heartbeat against your palm, thump-thump thump-thump, and the steady rise and fall of his chest began to lull you to sleep.

the sound of your soft snores, pulled kuroo’s attention away from the show.

“shorty, you sleepin’?”

at your lack of reply, he chuckles lowly, shifting around to put away his laptop. you were always the first to fall back asleep, especially after eating good and coming back to bed to cuddle. pulling you closer to him, he smiled at the sigh you released against him; before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and resting his cheek on his pillow. the smell of your strawberry shampoo wafting around him, was the last thing kuroo remembered before he joined you in the dream world.

laying on your side with half your vision obscured by the fluffy pillow under your head, you blink away the sleep as you gaze outside the window. the rain had come to a slow drizzle, with the skies still fairly bright meaning only an hour or so had passed while you were asleep.

“tetsu?” you call out.

usually the rooster head would be pressed right up against you, but you couldn’t feel or see him. attempting to twist your body around, you find your movements constricted. it was only when you tried once again to lift your leg up, that a hand slid around your knee to halt your movements.

pushing yourself up a bit, and resting on your elbow, you glance down to find your boyfriend’s head between your thighs, back of his head pushed against your pelvis. because the two of your are on your sides, the full weight of your left leg over his shoulder has his cheeks smushed together; but kuroo seems completely unbothered, in fact he’s just scrolling through instagram on his phone. when you reach a hand down to tug at his inky hair, only then does he glance up at you.

“are you alright down there?” you ask. “can you even breathe?”

“i woke up here, and i don’t plan on moving any time soon.” kuroo hums, the vibration from his throat are ticklish against your inner thighs. “i’m living my best life, wanna see my new lock screen?”

without waiting for an answer, he shows off his new lock screen - which really happened to be a live photo displaying a collection of pictures with kuroo’s face squeezed between your lush thighs. you can’t help but laugh, kuroo’s cackling joining you. slightly embarrassed at the thought of someone catching a glance at his lock screen, you pull at his hair; complaining about the possibility of being exposed.

kuroo slaps your hands away from his hair, still chuckling. “i don’t care, shorty. i look good between your thighs, don’t you think so?”

flustered, you yank on his hair again. “shut up, rooster head.”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

while waiting for bokuto to come back home to you from his training with the msby jackals, the last thing you expected was to receive a call from his teammates. it was your day off, and as you were loading the last of you and bokuto’s laundry, your phone began to vibrate - the bright grin of a certain tangerine-haired cutie flashing across the screen.

“hello?”

“hi, bokuto-san- ah, um, i mean y/n-san!”

you chuckle lightly at hinata’s correction. ever since you announced your engagement with bokuto, the younger male had started addressing you by your fiancé’s surname. in the background you can hear atsumu yelling out to you, followed by sakusa complaining about his loud mouth. you were more than familiar with bokuto’s close friends and teammates, from the countless team dinners and nights of drinks hosted at you and bokuto’s townhouse, you shared a solid friendship with everyone.

“ah, shou-kun, everything okay?”

“um, well i just called to let you know that bokuto-san didn’t have the best time at training today.”

‘oh no, poor kou,’ you thought to yourself, heart tugging at the thought of bokuto being sad. his somber moods were a rarity these days; it had actually been almost a year since he’d been in a slump, and he usually loved his trainings, so that meant today must have been extra tough on him.

“i see, thank you for telling me shou-kun.” after listening to hinata’s retelling of the events at training, with side commentary from atsumu and sakusa; you all exchanged goodbyes before ending the call.

with the chance to avoid being unequipped for bokuto’s gloomy return home, you were grateful for hinata’s thought to warn you. it gave you an hour, from his shower to the drive back home, to prepare some of his favourite things. normally it involved inviting akaashi over, but with him out of town, it left you to your own devices. though after being with bokuto for so long, it wouldn’t be that hard.

you knew your man like the back of your hand.

he was probably starving after practice, and what better than to cook some barbecued meat for him - his favourite, with the special sauce you always made just for him. after making some side dishes and rice, you set the table for the two of you, leaving the meat to stay warm in the oven while you went for a quick shower. bokuto made it know how much he enjoys the smell of your cherry bomb body wash, yet today you opted to lather on his orange body wash. knowing the smell of him on you made him crazy, you dried yourself off and decided to wear his old shirt from high school; the baby blue of ‘the way of the ace’ shirt, with the faded black characters.

you had just finished throwing your softest blankets and fluffiest pillows onto the couch in the living room, when you caught the sound jingling keys at the front door. leaping over the back of the sofa, you ran just in time for the door to open.

“kou!” you exclaimed, leaping as soon as you see his bulky figure enter through the doorway. his gym bag landed on the wooden floors with a thud, as he caught you easily in his arms. “welcome home! i missed you so much, baby!”

bokuto’s hold on you is tight. “hi, y/n…” there’s none of the usual chirp in his voice, and you squeeze him closer to you, peppering kisses on his face.

“are you hungry? i made your favourite.”

offering him a small smile at his slight nod, you slid out of his grasp, taking his hand to lead him to the dining table. when he saw the table set, barbecued meats on display, he tugged you to a halt; staring at you with round, golden puppy eyes filled with appreciation. you sat on his lap as he ate, with your arm hooked around his neck; allowing him to feed you, as he listened to you talk about your day. and when the two of you were done, bokuto offered to finish off the dishes while you lounged on the sofa waiting for him, netflix loading on the wide screen television.

distracted by the trailer of some netflix original film, your caught by surprise when bokuto slides face first between your thighs. with his cheek pressed against your pelvis, he shifts your legs over his broad shoulders, thighs almost obscuring his face from your vision if it weren’t for the frosted tips of his hair sticking out. running your fingers through the slightly damp, silken strands; you felt you relax in your embrace, releasing a contented sigh.

“kou?” he hums in response, arms sliding around your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your smooth skin. “i know today wasn’t the best, but there’s always a tomorrow. just remember that i love you so much, and i’m here...okay baby?”

lifting his head slightly, thighs resting by his jaw, he sets his chin just below your navel. staring up at you, he takes your hands in his, slippings his fingers between yours.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispers, slightly mumbled. “thank you for everything.”

giving his hands a loving squeeze, you start explaining the new movie you want to watch. and with his interest piqued, the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon in the comfort of each other; bokuto tracings patterns on your leg, and your hands tangled in his hair.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

it had been almost a month since you and suga’s return from your honeymoon. after spending an amazing three weeks on a tropical island with your newly wedded husband; strolling along sandy beaches, scuba diving in clear blue waters, and spending warm nights making love under the stars - it was safe to say you were missing the time away relaxing.

so when daichi called your husband during the week to make plans for the long weekend, you were more than happy for a mini getaway to tokyo with your old high school friends.

and that’s how you found yourself, guava oil spread across your skin, stretched out by the poolside, and sipping your umeshu tonic through a pink swirly straw. the boys had decided to take a dip and cool off in the pool, while you and kiyoko had taken to some sunbathing. it was a little after midday, scorching sun at its peak; and the golden rays captured the sparkle of the princess cut diamond of your engagement ring resting between two matching, diamond encrusted bands.

“you’re going to blind everyone with all those diamonds, y/n.” blinking away the daze you’d caught yourself in, you chuckle at kiyoko’s teasing.

“speak for yourself, soon-to-be-mrs-tanaka.” you shot back, nodding at the glimmering engagement ring on her own finger.

the two of you giggled like little school girls, cheeks flushed and eyes closed in mirth; only stopping when a sudden wall appeared, blocking the warm sunshine, and shadowing over you. the wall being none other tanaka, suga following behind.

“kiyo~!” tanaka coos, leaning over his fiancé. “you look hot- uh, i mean it’s pretty hot, y’know.”

kiyoko simply raises an arched brow, listening to tanaka’s rambling; which quickly turned into the latter throwing the her over his shoulder, and running back towards the pool. she hadn’t even protested at his manhandling, taking to sending you a look that said ‘what can i do?’. with the two of them gone, your full attention was set on the sight of suga.

now standing next to you, his hazel-brown eyes glanced over your laid out figure in appreciation; entranced with the way your bikini top dug into the soft flesh of your breasts, drawing attention to the deep valley of your cleavage. your own keen eyes took in the sight of his slender build; admiring the way his soaked canary trunks hung low on his hips, polyester sticking to his thighs and leaving little to your imagination. with his chest exposed, glistening under the sun as droplets of water slid down his toned stomach - it suddenly felt as if the air had become ten degrees warmer.

“hey there, this seat taken?” suga asks, tilting his head and running a hand to push back the damp, grey strands out of his face.

“oh, this seat?” you ask, gesturing to the lounge chair you were occupying.

your brow’s furrow slightly in confusion, though you gasp when he trails ticklish fingers over your thigh, before squeezing the soft flesh. “no, this one.”

chuckling, you hold your left hand up, wiggling your jewelled ring finger in front of you. “sorry sir, i’m a taken woman.”

suga just grins at you cheekily, leaning forward to press his soft lips against your own. this kiss is brief, but the lingering taste of his mango chapstick and chlorine has you a bit dazed; allowing him to part your legs and slide himself right between them. laying on his stomach, your legs rest by his sides, his fingers teasing the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“ah yes, that you are, sweetheart. and i’m the lucky man who gets to call you mine.” with his cheek is smushed against your thigh, his words come out slurred; but the dreamy look in his eyes as he stares up at you is clear.

“and i’m lucky to have you, koushi.” you whisper in return, the weight of him over you is comforting and you find yourself leaning back into the lounger; as suga nestles himself closer into you.

“mmm, i love this...laying right here between your thighs, sweetheart.”

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OG 911 Character Details from Canon Pt 1

Hi folks! Welcome to my post of character details for fic writers or really anyone who wants to know! All of these details come directly from the show - they’re just things I picked up on watching the show on intense repeat for screen time, so the details are about as canon as they can get. Some of them, like addresses, come from an specific episode, while others are trends I’ve picked up on. If you want a “citation” for a fact let me know and I can provide one if it exists!

I tried to include a good range of information between the 7 main characters, so that it was available for anyone.

I’m going to keep making these posts every time I get enough details collected so you can find them all under “911 canon character details” in the future! I’m committed to rewatching the whole series again for the regulars’ screen time, so I’ll be making more of these posts throughout the summer. If there’s something in particular you’d like to know, let me know and I can keep an eye out for it.

Things I noticed that might be interesting character details, part 1:

Athena and Bobby live at 1810 Fallsgrove St.

Eddie lives at 4995 S Bedford St Apt 403 (Julia made this fantastic post of the layout of Eddie’s house, and I’ve spent my own significant amount of time trying to work it out, so when I say this layout is spot on, I really mean it). (I believe this is more of a duplex situation - ie he has other neighbors attached to his outside walls, but no downstairs or upstairs neighbors.)

(These two locations are 8 minutes apart, which I personally thought was vvvvvv useful if you wanted to have someone rush from one place to another - also makes me think the 118 would be close to that neighborhood.)

Chim and Maddie live in apartment 2B. It’s a one-bedroom apartment, so currently Jee-Yun is sleeping in their room with them. I’ll be curious to know if they move as she gets older or if they magically spring up a bedroom for her - I just know there isn’t one at the moment bc Albert slept on their couch first, and then when he was injured, THEY slept on the couch.

Buck has two bathrooms! There’s one immediately to the left as you walk in his front door, and then one up in the loft, off the platform. Which I thought was a large number of bathrooms for a loft since it’s such a small space, but useful for when Christopher is visiting I suppose...

The hospital they go to for personal stuff is First Presbyterian. They’ve only started featuring its name prominently this season, but it’s the same waiting room and ER they’ve been using since s2, so I’d assume it’s also in the same neighborhood, since it’s fictional.) It’s on Altamont Street.

Given that you can see the Cecil Hotel from Michael’s apartment, I’d assume he either lives on S Spring St or S Los Angeles St. Either way he’s about twice as far from Athena and Bobby as Eddie is, and in the opposite direction.

Alcohol preferences - Athena prefers white wine, but will also drink rose and red, Hen drinks red and beer but doesn’t do it socially as much as everyone else, Chim is p much strictly beer unless it’s a fancy dinner (or tequila if he really wants to get drunk), Maddie prefers white wine, Buck drinks beer or white wine, and Eddie is a beer dude, red wine if it’s a fancy occasion (this is what they choose if they have a choice like at a bar, or if they’re hosting - eg when Athena hosts, EVERYONE drinks white because that’s what she’d choose.)

Eddie does not have the Hildy coffee maker on his kitchen counter - he still has an older model that only makes coffee.

He also likes to decorate in the color turquoise! (Maybe Shannon liked turquoise so that’s what he tends to buy?? That’s your decision, there’s just a lot of it in his kitchen. Also, his laptop case is turquoise!)

Hen gets a new pair of glasses every year. (Which means she’s doing better than me, I only get a new pair when I lose the old ones 😂)

Athena has two big diamond rings, and she wears one on each of her ring fingers (Bobby has good taste). She does not wear her rings while working.

Bobby has a gold wedding band for home, and wears a black silicone ring at work.

Hen wears her wedding ring all the time, and it’s a plain silver band.

Eddie had a gold wedding band while he was married to Shannon, and he wore it while on active duty in the Army (even during the helicopter crash). He is wearing it after Shannon leaves, but he takes it off before he comes to LA. His St. Christopher’s medal is silver with a navy border, hanging on a silver chain.

Chim prefers the short sleeve uniform. He really never wears the long sleeved one.

Eddie likes soft jazz, and will play it in the background during dinner. Idk if it’s his favorite type of music, but he likes it enough to put it on.

Buck has a picture of the ocean (I think? it’s definitely some sort of landscape) in his work locker - no other photos currently. Eddie has also been seen using this same locker.

Everyone has an iPhone and if they have a computer, it’s a Mac (this one is just bc capitalism - the show is sponsored by Apple). Hen has a red phone case, and Maddie has a navy one with gold trim, everyone else’s is super boring black/navy.

Maddie’s contact for Chim is “Howie” in her phone.

In Eddie’s phone, his contact for Buck is just “Buck”.

Bobby is just “Bobby” in Buck’s phone.

Christopher’s current interests are space and dinosaurs. And gaming!

In addition to Eddie and Albert, Chim also seems to like baseball, going off the jersey on his wall.

Every time we’ve seen Buck and Eddie drive somewhere together, Buck has driven and Eddie took the passenger seat.

Both Eddie and the Wilsons have a fireplace in their living room with framed photos of their kids at various ages.

Karen is a doctor! It’s a PhD, so she couldn’t join the team as a medic, but it does make them the future Drs Wilson. Her specialization is something to do w/ physics or chemistry etc, b/c she worked on a project for JPL on Mars, so you can run with that.

Michael is an architect, and David is a neurosurgeon who can help with emergency medicine.

Work masks: Bobby, Maddie and Athena prefer masks with a loop over each ear, while Eddie, Chim, Buck and Hen use the ones with two straps behind the head. Everyone uses the two ear loop ones for personal time.

Buck sleeps with socks on.

I hope the start to this list met up to your expectations, but if you’re looking for more then it will be on the way soon! I just wanted to get this first set out (plus it was looking a little long in my drafts 😂)

Lots of love!

🐝

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〖 her best friend ❣ zendaya 〗

「 zendaya x gender-neutral!reader 」 ┅ 「 2.7k words 」

: a.n : back at it again with the unsolicited fics :)) i hope you guys like it 👉🏼👈🏼

⤷ : prompt : separated forcefully or for reasons you can’t control, run into each other again years later on accident.

“Do you think they’ll ever stop making headlines calling us ‘very good friends’?” You halfheartedly laughed at yet another Instagram post by some magazine that showed you and Zendaya out and about LA. “Like, the minute you hang out with any guy they’re like, ‘Oh! Date alert!’ But I’m just your ‘best friend’” You were ranting now, unable to hide the annoyance you felt.

“Why does it matter what they say?” Zendaya quizzed, her hands playing with the waist string of your sweats. She looked up at you from her slumped down position on the sofa, her faint frown making you sigh.

“Because... don’t you feel is a bit homophobic?” You wondered, placing your phone face down on top of your stomach to give her your full attention. The brunette just shrugged nonchalantly and you let out another sigh picking your phone again to close the app, “I’m gonna head out.” It was best to just leave then, you didn’t want to get in a stupid argument with her not before you were set to leave for New York the very next morning. You began to incorporate but Zendaya’s hands gripped your thighs keeping them draped over hers.

“Y/n, come on.” She said, gorgeous hazel eyes pleading at you. What exactly? You had no idea but for a second, you were about to give in however a loud ding coming from your phone stopped you. Your eyes scanned the screen and the reminder that had popped up read ‘PACK ! 4 ! N Y C !’, you sent her an apologetic glance before getting off the sofa, gathering your stuff and petting Noon goodbye.

Zendaya had stood up from the sofa too, watching your every move intently, probably trying to figure out if you were upset with her. The truth was, you didn’t know if you were upset with her or with the media, it was possible that both had a little part in your now sour mood. “See you next week, best friend. Love you.” You joked before swinging the front door open and leaving. The week was going to feel like a month, you knew, but the hope that making that simple joke followed by the declaration would ease things up was strong.

But what did hopefulness ever bring if not disappointment and heartache?

Seeing medium-quality paparazzi pictures of your girlfriend as soon as you landed from a five-hour flight wasn’t exactly the way you wanted to be welcomed to New York. You sat quietly in the back of an Uber trying not to cry as your eyes stared at the images on your phone. A series of pictures of Zendaya and Tom leaving her house, —they must had been taken that morning while you were on your way to the airport— the further you scrolled down the Twitter trends the more you felt like throwing up. Them in his car. Tom’s hand reaching for Zendaya’s jaw. Both leaning in. Kissing. Laughing.

It felt like a punch to the face, it was the worst feeling you had ever endured and the people that caused it were the last you would’ve thought could ever dare to hurt you. Your trembling hands fumbled with the settings on your account, privating it and blocking her and Tom, doing the same with Instagram followed by their numbers on your phone. It felt like doing a cleansing, the pressure in your chest easing only minimally when you locked your phone and looked out into the running city. You wanted to scream and cry, break stuff, throw your phone away and not show to work, you just wanted to go hide in your Airbnb for the rest of the week and pretend you and Zendaya never happened.

The reality was that you two had happened and it was far too hard to pretend it didn’t, your heart ached both physically and metaphorically and you hated every second of it. For that week you spent in New York no one shut up about the photos, every person you worked with had that hot, brand new ‘goss’ about the pair that had hurt you so badly.

You sat in the quiet living room of the apartment you had been living in whilst in the big city, laptop sitting in front of you as you cancelled your flight back to LA, changing the tab to the Airbnb’s one to pay for a few more days. You had been holding yourself together the whole time you were there, work keeping you busy and sleeping pills doing their magic at the end of the day but it could only go so far. Glassy, stinging eyes stared blankly at the empty inbox of your email, the cursed images projecting over the blank space and you just weren’t strong enough anymore, you couldn’t, so you cried and choked and screamed until your throat and eyes were sore; until your whole body was drained of every bit of energy.

Little by little you were sweeping your life clean of her, clearing out your phone’s camera roll, changing your number. Deleting social media was a big no for your job so filtering everything and anything that had to do with them was the only option, that and spending little to no time online. You had stopped to think one night of the what-ifs of the situation, you were aware that Zendaya’s publicist wasn’t so happy about you and her dating publically and Tom’s was obsessed with boosting the Spider-man movies at all cost, still, giving you a heads up about it would had been the right thing to do.

For a year and a half, you made yourself busy, going back and forth wasn’t something you enjoyed but it worked to avoid unwanted visits and accidental encounters. Enough time had passed, you thought as you stopped booking in so many clients across the country and settled back in your LA home. “You know what? I could go for a thick, sugary milkshake, right now.” Naomi told you as you put down your half-empty box of fried noodles on the coffee table.

“Are you serious?” You asked incredulous receiving an enthusiastic nod from your friend. “Naomi, we just had Chinese and you wanna wash it down with a milkshake?” She rolled her eyes at you when you pointed it out.

“Fine, what about Bubble U? Bubble tea is Chinese isn’t it?” She offered, her question prompting you to send her an unamused glare. “Yep, Bubble U it is, then!” Naomi jumped up, going straight to the door. Reluctantly you got up from the floor, groaning all the way to the door where you got ready to go out, “Come on! It’ll be fun!” She chirped while she pulled you out of the house. You hated to admit it but you had completely modified your life after the heartbreak, once you settled back home you barely left it, you didn’t attend parties unless it was for work or go out with your friends unless it was at any of their houses. You didn’t walk around the city that often anymore in fear of bumping into her.

“I miss this.” You sighed as you walked down Chinatown with your friend, the coldness of your drink pleasant against the palm of your hand. “Just walking around town.” You continued taking a sip of the milk tea.

“I still don’t get why you had to stop going out with us.” Naomi said inciting you to turn to look at her, “I mean, I know why it’s just… you didn’t have to stop.” She rephrased it giving you an apologetic glance. You knew how much your friends hated the idea of you not being able to be you after the whole thing with Zendaya and Tom happened but it was your way of coping with it and even though they didn’t agree with it, they supported you.

“Well, I’m outside now, aren’t I?” You nudged her side with your elbow making her giggle as she nudged you back. “Maybe this is me getting back to my old self.” Hope laced your every word as you looked around the busy street. The way the golden light of the setting sun washed over the buildings made the outing worth the risk.

LA was the second-largest city in the United States, with a population of nearly four million that one could think the chances of crossing paths with a lover-turned-stranger was one in millions, yet, there you were rooted to the pavement as your wide eyes stared at the tall and thin figure coming out of one of the many restaurants that dotted the street. “Come on, let’s go back.” Naomi said, placing her hand on the crook of your elbow ready to pull you out of there but something inside your chest told you to keep moving forward.

So you did, you started walking again letting your friend’s hand slip away from you. She was quick to follow, whisper-shouting at you that whatever you were doing probably wasn’t the best idea. The closer you got to her the more nervous you felt, it’s been over a year since you last saw her and god, was she even more beautiful than before; long legs clagged in camel coloured trousers, feet sporting her beloved black converse. Her top was white, a little see-through and you cursed at how much it still drove you absolutely crazy in the most irritating sense.

Curls tucked into an elastic on top of her head in a carefree and relaxed way, a few stubborn strands hanging out framing her face and gracing her neck. She was laughing loudly at something Darnell said, that laugh you had forced yourself to forget but the second it hit your ears, you realised how badly you had missed it. Then everything stopped, Naomi’s panicked telling off, Darnell’s chatting and Zendaya’s laughing. It all had stopped but the rambling around the four of you.

You stood in front of Darnell while Naomi stood in front of Zendaya, your friend’s usually amicable attitude disrupted by the scowl on her face as she glared Zendaya’s way only the brunette’s pupils were set on you with no apparent intention of averting. “It’s you,” She breathed out, hope barely perceivable in her tone. You only hummed at the observation, your eyes moving from hers down to her hands that were gripping the long lanyard that held her phone around her neck. Her nerves were evident then, the intensity with which she clutched it seemed to be draining the blood flow from her fingers. “I— How—” Zendaya tried to speak but failed, letting out a shaky breath. “How have you been?”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” Naomi protested, you understood where your friend was coming from but you also needed that, you needed to speak to Zendaya just one more time to be able to finally let everything go. You needed her to confirm your theory just so you could move on and Darnell seemed to be on the same page as you for he stepped in between you and Naomi, throwing his arm around her shoulders to guide her away from you two. You heard her object some more but ultimately she complied and walked away.

“I’ve been fine. You?” You eventually spoke after short but agonising seconds of silence.

“I don’t know. There are good days among the terrible ones, so... fine, I guess?” She shrugged a shoulder. With a nod of your head, you looked past her over her shoulder to see a man pointing a camera at you, you were about to warn her when she began speaking again. “Y/n, I’m so sorry about—” Zendaya started but you shook your head no making her stop, you realised then that you did want to talk to her but not on the street in front of that many people and certainly not when there were paparazzi nearby.

“Heard the movie did well.” Your tongue betrayed your brain. Zendaya tried to speak once more but you cut her again. “I’m glad it did. Made it all worth it, didn’t it?” You faked a small smile nearly choking on the words, the anxious lump in your throat threatening to cut your airflow.

“No, It didn’t.” Zendaya denied taking a step closer to you forcing you to hold your breath with the sudden move. “I was a total asshole to you before you left, then Marla wanted me and Tom to do that for a while and I don’t even know why I did it.” She ranted in one breath.

“I upset you.” The statement earned you a furious head shake from the tall girl. “I did. I kept bugging you about the articles,” You carried on, inconspicuously your eyes started to line with tears. The more you talked the more you realised that maybe, just maybe there was a bit of blame in you too, however, that didn��t mean Zendaya was absolved from any. “You never said a thing to me about the stunt.”

“I felt like I didn’t need to, I wasn’t gonna do it.”

“But you did. The morning I left LA.” You mumbled, trying to hide from the second man with a camera that had appeared closer than the first.

“Fuck, I know it was a shitty thing to do and I’m sorry,” She took another small step forward.

“You always told me kissing in public wasn’t your thing.” You exposed, tears irrevocably breaking the surface tension and cascading down your cheeks. Flicking your gaze up at her you saw nothing but hurt and regret written all over her gorgeous face and your heart squeezed at the sight. She had never spoken about it and neither had you asked, you just felt it in your heart that she was scared of how the media would treat you both if they ever found out you were dating, you knew the times had changed but there were still closed-minded people that ran gossip magazines and could make your lives a living hell the moment they caught you holding hands in public or worst, kissing.

The murmuring around you increased, reminding you that you were in a very public place crying in front of your secret ex-girlfriend. “Fuck that.” Zendaya grumbled. One moment she was a small step away from you and the next her hands were cupping your face and her lips were softly pressed against yours. The action took your breath away instantly, still, you found yourself powerless against the familiar taste and feel of her and allowed her to kiss you as long as she wanted to in front of how many people she wanted to. There were yelps and gasps all around the two of you and you started to regain conscience and pulled away.

Wide, watery eyes staring up at the girl mere inches away from your face. “Th-there’s pap—”

“I don’t care.” She whispered before she captured your lips once more, this time deeper and twice as intensely as the first time. Your hands scurried to her waist, bringing her flush to your body as you kissed her back gladly, desperately wanting her lips to make the past year bleep out of your core memories.

The night went by slowly as if the universe was granting you more time to spend in the arms of the girl you loved. She never once let a second of silence go by you, filling it with a whispered apology and a kiss. You talked about everything the time you spent apart brought to both of you, she told you about firing her publicist right after the pictures came out, about how she understood why you had cut her off without any explanation and how bad both her and Tom felt with the whole thing.

Articles flooded the internet that very night as well as the next morning, however, neither of you knew of them right away for any device that could be hooked to a WiFi signal was rightfully turned off while you basked in the presence of each other under the covers of Zendaya’s bed.

“Spider-man Star Zendaya shares intense kiss with BFF, Celeb Stylist y/n l/n in the middle of Chinatown! Swipe to see the pictures!”

It might be 2021 but some things refused to change.

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Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; oral, fucking, stalking, hacking, threats, implied violence.

This is dark!Jake Jensen x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find your pictures on someone else’s Insta but that’s not the only thing he’s stolen.

Note: Yay, another Jensen fic at last. I’m probably gonna try to work in more one shots between my series. I’m looking at Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale, or Lee Bodecker right now for next week but we’ll see.

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The chirp of the chat pierced your eardrum once more as you ignored it for the spreadsheet of dates on your other monitor. Working from home could be both peaceful and distracting but the third bing had you muting and pushing your headset to your neck with a grumble. You switched windows as the chat box blinked.

‘So why didn’t u tell me u had a bf?’ Zia’s bubble blipped up followed by impatient emojis.

“Wat r u talking bout?’ you typed back and clicked back to the spreadsheet to update the status of each course. That noise came again and you flipped back.

‘I’m not stupid! Come on. He’s far away but he’s cute.’

You frowned and tapped the space bar lightly. You were utterly confused. The only activity in your daily life were the general notifications from Tindr. You repeated the question and she sent an emoji rolling its eyes.

‘I’m serious.’ you replied.

She sent a link and then a laughing GIF attached to another bubbled response, ‘I’m not buyin it.’

You clicked on the hyperlink and a new tab opened. You scrolled down on the Insta as the air was knocked out of you at the sight of your own face. Not only were their pics taken from your public profile but several you’d never even posted. Your skin crawled and the bing sounded again.

‘So… an online thing huh.’ Zia pressed on.

‘I gotta work.’ you closed out of the window entirely but stayed on the Insta.

You scrolled through about a dozen or so selfies of you, each labeled as ‘missing my lady’ or ‘she’s so sweet, sending me pics to keep me company’. Your stomached roiled with mortification and the unsettling sensation of intrusion. It was easy enough to guess you’d been hacked but to think this was what the creep did with it was even more startling.

You changed the password on your Insta and went through the process of doing so with all of your accounts and ran a scan on your PC. You would likely have to file a ticket for a proper inspection with a specialist. You couldn’t help but shake as you went back to the profile after checking your bank account and PayPal to make sure it wasn’t worse than just pics.

You went back to the profile and found photos of the culprit. His spiky blond hair and glasses were unsurprising and his comic book tee shirt was even less. Your disgust was quickly replaced with anger as you hit the chat icon above his info.

‘Hey, jackass, care to tell me how you have my photos on your profile?!’

The read icon appeared almost and you saw him typing. It stopped and then started again.

‘You’re so beautiful, I wanted to share it with everyone.’

You scoffed at the message and cringed at the screen. ‘Are you nuts? Like actually. You stole my photos! You hacked me. Creep.’

You blocked him immediately after hitting send and logged out. You opened Excel again and tried to focus on the coloured cells. You could hardly process what you were doing as your phone began to vibe on the corner of your desk. It didn’t let up and you couldn’t focus past the incessant buzzing.

You snatched it up and several messages covered the screen as you unlocked it. ‘You really think that’s gonna work’; ‘You can’t block me’... several in a similar vein that you deleted before blocking the number. You silenced your phone and turned back to your monitor.

Suddenly the screen went black and you blinked. You hit the keyboard and clicked, assuming it fell asleep. It lit up again but all you saw was yourself staring back. Your mouth fell open and you ripped the clip-on cam from atop your monitor. You disconnected it as the notepad opened and typing flicked up across the white space.

‘I didn’t want it to be like this.’

You could move the mouse or backspace. All control was lost and you sat there helplessly watching the scrawl.

‘I think we’d be really good together if you only gave me a chance. Can’t you see I worship you?’

Your phone began to shake constantly and a private number flashed. You picked it up and hollered into the speaker, “leave me alone”. You hung up but it kept on and your screen turned to black once more. Your PC was still on but there was no reaction from the machine.

Fuck, you sat back and looked at your phone. You couldn’t even call work to tell them because the damn thing wouldn’t stop ringing. You put your head in your hands and grunted in frustration. How the fuck did all this happen?

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After your initial panic died down, you disconnected your tower and shut off your phone. You left your cell behind as it was just as useless. You hauled the PC down to IT at your work and filled out the ticket without giving intricate details on everything the weirdo had taken.

You left with a borrowed laptop. You wouldn’t sign into your personal accounts and stick to the company portal. You were embarrassed but happy to have a temporary solution. You got home and set up the new computer and reconfigured your wi-fi. You finished the last of the day’s work and ended the day with a glass of wine.

When you dared to turn your phone on again the next morning, it was filled with notifications from all platforms but each one you clicked on errored and prompted you to sign-in. All your new passwords were wrong and you knew it was him.

You checked the Insta and found a screenshot on his profile from the day before, your mouth agape in horror that could easily mistaken for surprise.

‘Her face when you pop the question on the call’. The caption made your stomach curdle and you nearly flung the phone away. You couldn’t comment without logging in or message. So you created a shell account with a throwaway email you used on Reddit.

‘Why won’t you stop?’ you sent the message through as you waited for your coffee to brew.

‘Stop what?’ he added a winky face with his reply and you growled.

‘You know who this is! Why are you doing this?’

‘Hmmm…’ he let the message hang there and you sat down with your mug and listened to the birds outside. ‘Imagine what someone else would do with everything I have.’

‘Look at what you’re doing. You’re ruining my life.’

‘Ruining? Sweetie, I’m watching over you. Protecting you.’

Your nostrils flared and you burnt your tongue on the coffee and planted it on the table so it sloshed over the sides.

‘Love you, sweetie. See ya soon.’

The chat box turned grey as you realised he blocked you. That pissed you off more than anything and you lobbed your phone away with a shout of anguish. This guy was fucked!

You were shaking so much you couldn’t even drink your coffee. You got up and paced until you could think straight. You dialed into work and told them you were taking the day off for a personal emergency and shut down your phone. You were too afraid he would find a way onto your work laptop and you didn’t want to have to explain that to IT too.

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Zia showed up on Saturday and she wasn’t happy. She buzzed up and banged on your door impatiently. You let her in and she crossed her arms over the strap of her purse as she crooked her hip.

“I know I shouldn’t have snooped but if you’re mad at me, you should’ve just said so. I would’ve backed off,” she scowled.

“I’m not mad,” you said as you backed into the front room and dragged your feet over the rug.

“Sure, you’re just ignoring all my messages by accident,” she stayed at the other side of the room.

“Not exactly, no,” you shrugged, “it’s a long story.”

“And you couldn’t shoot me a message to say that at least?”

“Look, I’m stressed the fuck out. I’m sorry but the only reason I didn’t answer you is because I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

“I can’t even turn my phone on anymore.”

“What--”

“Just--” you touched your temples, “I don’t even know how to explain--”

“Jesus, are you okay?” her anger slaked away as her voice softened.

“No, I’m not,” you sniffed, “I’ve been trapped in this apartment and I can’t think straight and I can’t even talk to anyone because my phone and my life is totally fucked.”

“How about we get a coffee and you can tell me once you’ve calmed down,” she said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so worked up.”

“You don’t know how bad it is. I really fucked up,” you whined, “I don’t even know how it happened.”

“Is this about the boyfriend?”

You huffed and shook your head, “I told you, he’s not my boyfriend-- Let me get dressed.”

After you felt presentable enough to leave the apartment, the thought of getting away ushered you down the winding stairwell and onto the sidewalk. You and Zia walked down to the cafe on the corner where you always overspent on their specialty drink and caught up.

You ordered but when you tried to use your card, the machine beeped in rejection. You tried again but still no luck. Zia offered to pay and you promised you’d pay her back. Anxiety pitted deep in your stomach as you sat. You’d have to call the bank and figure out why eight dollars would bounce.

“So,” Zia said as she shaded her eyes against the sunlight streaming onto the open patio, “he’s not your boyfriend?”

“I don’t even know the dude,” you hissed as you almost overturned your cup, “Zee, those pictures, they were all on my phone. I never sent them to anyone. I don’t even know his real name and when I confronted him, he crashed my whole system and blew up my phone. I haven’t been able to log into anything because of him.”

“You’re shitting me,” she chuckled.

“Zee, I’m not fucking kidding,” you blinked, “don’t you think if I was dating some dude out in who knows where, you’d be the first to know? You think I’m wasting my time with the idiots on Tindr for fun?”

“No way,” she scoffed.

“Zia, look me in the eye,” you said as you gave her a stern look, “I’m freaking the fuck out.”

“Did you call the police?” she asked.

You sat back and closed your eyes. You were so swept up in the panic, you hadn’t even thought. You could report it to the police, just get a record of it even if they didn’t do anything else. You heard horror stories of hackers and how little could be done but you had to at least try.

“I guess I should go down to the station today,” you ran your fingertips along your chin, “I don’t know, I felt so alone, I thought--”

“And call your bank right now,” she slid her phone over, “figure out what’s going on with your accounts.”

You took her cell and dialed the number on the back of the card. You dragged your finger down the side of your cup as you listened to the automated message and hit the buttons to direct you to customer service. The hold song bubbled in your head and finally picked up as you finished the last of your mocha.

You explained the issue after giving your information as Zia sat patiently across from you. She watched the other patrons and looked out across the street as you waited on the representative on the other end.

“Looks like your account has been locked. Your savings and checking have been placed on hold citing possible fraud,” the woman explained.

“Well, can’t you unlock them? Why would they be flagged?”

“Hmm, well I see no suspicious spending so possibly… it could be due to an external lock, not us.”

“What does that mean?”

“I can’t speak to that. Have you received any communications from the Revenue service?”

“Revenue service? I don’t--no,” you gulped.

“I’m sorry, there’s nothing else I can tell you,” she said, “you should consider contacting federal services.”

You hung up and handed Zia her phone back. “Apparently, I’m under investigation for fraud? I don’t know.”

“Shit,” she took her cell, “are you sure?”

“It sounded like it but-- I gotta check my credit card,” you stood and grabbed your empty cup and your purse.

You stormed down the street to the ATM at the corner and inserted your card. LOCKED the machine made a hideous noise and you pulled out your card in irritation. You put your wallet and touched the sides of your neck as the heat swelled through you.

“I don’t understand--”

“Um, you should see this,” Zia said.

Zia turned her screen towards you and your heart dropped to your toes. There was a picture softened by a blush Insta filter and the caption read, ‘just got into town, surprising bae with flowers’. Over the cluster of petals at the bottom of the image were you and Zia sitting at the cafe patio.

You spun and searched around for any sign of the man and the bouquet. You could hardly breath as it felt like you were being squished between invisible walls. You clapped your hand against the wall and steadied yourself as Zia gently rubbed your arm.

“Let’s go to the station,” you croaked as tears welled in your eyes, “please.”

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The police told you everything you expected. Even as you showed them the photos and explained how you never met that man in your life, they only offered you words on a piece of paper. They’d file the report and follow-up in case of any further escalation. It was a non-answer, a cold shrug.

Zia went home with you as she offered to stay the night. You gladly accepted and the two of you cozied up on your bed and spent the night watching early 00s rom coms. You found it hard to relax even with her there. You couldn’t stop thinking about how close he’d been without you even knowing.

You at last began to doze off as Reese Witherspoon triumphed and exhausted by the endless maelstrom of dread, you slipped into a deep but perilous sleep. You were locked in limbo between waking and slumber, almost as if you could hear everything around you but remained blind and unknowing all the same.

You woke with a start as you felt like you were falling. You sat up and reached to the other side of the bed. Zia was gone. She must have got up to get water or use the bathroom. You took a breath and turned your legs over the edge. You got up groggily and lumbered across the room, your mouth dry and head aching. Some tylenol and water would do you well.

You hesitated as you noticed the bloom of light just around the corner from your doorway. Zia must be having trouble sleeping, you guessed as you kept on. As you came in sight of the front room, you heard a whimper and you backed up against the wall as tall figure stood before the coffee table. The flowers laid across the wood, slightly crumpled from a struggle.

As Zia whined, he jabbed her with his foot and she grunted around the rag tied around her mouth. Her arms and legs were bound behind her as the man loomed over her. You recognized his blond hair and glasses, the menacing blue eyes as he raised his chin and crossed his arms.

“Been waiting on you,” he stepped over her, “I was disappointed when I realised it was her. Good friend though, hanging around…”

“Don’t hurt her, please. What do you want?”

“You can’t figure that out?” he taunted, “huh, I’m sure you can guess what it will take for me to leave her in one piece.”

Zia wiggled and received another boot. You pushed yourself forward and he stepped closer, predatory as he dropped his arms and clenched then unclenched his fists. He chuckled as you stopped short and gaped up at him.

“She’s cute,” he said, “she can join us if that makes it easier for you.”

“You’re disgusting,” you snarled and winced as he reached out to touch your cheek. You fought not to shove him away, your eyes on Zia’s bound figure.

“Play nice and I will,” he warned, “every time I hurt her, that’s on you. I wish I didn’t have to do this to show you how much I love you.”

You shook your head as your lip trembled. He pressed his palms to your cheek and ran his thumb along your lips. He leaned in and you cowered as you realised how big he was. You didn’t expect that looking at him from the other side of a screen.

“Do we put on a show for her or did you want a little privacy?”

“You won’t get away with this,” you hissed.

“Oh yeah? I locked you out of your social media, your pc, your bank… do you really want to see how far I can take this?”

He smothered your murmured answer with his mouth and kissed you gruffly. He pulled away and looked you in the eye. He bit his lip and hummed.

“So, do we do this here?”

“You’re sick,” you grabbed his hand and wrenched it away from your face. You yanked him and directed him to the bedroom, “you monster.”

“Now come on,” he twisted his wrist around and grabbed your elbow, “I could’ve killed her. Don’t think I won’t.”

You quivered as he forced you back into your bedroom, the street lights casting shadows between your curtains. He flung you ahead of him, as strong as his thick arms would suggest. You stumbled and caught yourself on the side of the bed. You turned as the door slammed and he prowled towards you like a wild cat.

“Well,” he threw his hands up and you caught a glint of light against the lens of his glasses, “you want me to undress you or you think you can handle that, sweetie?”

You puffed in repulsion and looked away from him. Even in the dark, you could feel his eyes on you. You jittered as you reached to the neck of your loose tee and slowly raised it over your head. You dropped it to crumple on the floor and you touched the top of your shorts. You heard him moving around and shied away as he flipped the switch and light shone across the room.

You pushed down your shorts as you heard a thump from the next room. His jaw twitched as his eyes lingered on you and he reluctantly glanced away. He swung the door open and stormed out into the front room. You went to the door and heard his snarl.

“Stop fucking moving,” he rasped, “every time I have to tell you, I’ll pop another out.”

Zia gave a muffled sob as you heard a sickly crack and you hurried to look around the wall into the room. He blocked your sight with his broad chest and pointed you back to the room.

“I didn’t say you could leave the room,” he spun you and slapped your bare ass, “fast, fast, fast… before I lose my patience.”

Your skin stung from the strike and you tripped through the doorway as he followed quickly. Another slam and he poked you further into the room with his knuckle. You stepped away from him and tried to cover yourself as you faced him in horror.

He quickly swooped his shirt over his head and revealed a buff chest thick with blond hair. He kicked off his shoes and fumbled to undo his fly. He tilted his head as he looked you over and groped himself through his jeans.

“You know what to do,” he said, “I’ve seen the way you touch yourself… cyber security 101, cover your webcam.”

You shuddered as he beckoned you closer. He stopped you and put your hands on the waist of his jeans. He leaned in and nuzzled your temple as his hot breath seeped into your goosebumped skin.

“My turn,” he pushed on your hands until you pulled down the denim on your own strength.

He stepped out of his jeans and snapped the elastic of his boxers. You stood and latched onto those shakily. He ran his fingers along your arms as you pulled them past his erection and they fell to the floor with a whisper. You didn’t look down, instead staring past him as his hand swept up to cup your tits.

His fingers crawled up your chest and his hands wrapped around your neck. He squeezed and turned you so that your back was to the bed. He marched you backwards as you felt his dick bobbing between your bodies. You gasped as he pushed you down onto your mattress, your legs dangling over the edge as he came up to straddle you.

“Such a good girl,” he taunted, “look at you… I bet you’re wet already.”

He pulled a hand away and stroked his length as he raised himself on his knees. He clung to your neck as he leaned over you and planted his hand on the bed above you. He hovered his dick over your head and you closed your eyes.

“Put it in your mouth,” he ordered, “now, or I’m putting it in your ass.”

You reached up blindly and angled his tip against your lips. He dipped his hips down and you choked as he prodded at your throat. Your legs twitched as he forced his cock past your gag reflex and your whole body tensed at the intrusion.

He balanced on the hand above your head and the one on your neck. He thrust harder and harder as sloppy sucking reverberated around the room between his dark groans.

“That’s it,” he purred, “look at you taking my cock. I can only imagine how tight that cunt of yours is.”

Your eyes welled and you flicked your lashes as you tried to bat them away. You kept your hand at the base of his dick as you tried to ease his motion. He ignored your reluctance and only delved deeper as he brought himself to his limit, your lips touching the fuzz along his pelvis.

When you couldn’t breath, you slapped his hard stomach and he reared out of you abruptly. You coughed up spit as he sat back on his heels and released you. He huffed as he looked down at his glistening dick and climbed off of you.

“Stand up, turn around,” he snarled as his eyes flashed.

His glasses were low on his nose and he slipped them off entirely and folded them up on your night table. He squinted as he watched you stand and turn stiffly. He smacked his hand in the middle of your back and pushed you over impatiently. He stepped closer and tapped his tip against your cunt as you were exposed to him.

He bent his legs and poked along your slick folds. You were wet enough for him to glide in and fill you up completely. He was so big it was painful and you arched your back as you tried to take it. He pulled back and slammed into you harshly. You let out a garble and he repeated the motion, taking you off your feet.

He leaned over you and grabbed your knees, lifting them on the bed as he urged you forward. His hand brushed up over your ass and he pressed between your shoulder blades until your face was flush to the mattress, your arms bent around you like a broken doll.

He thrust again and the loud slap made you wince. He jerked his hips roughly until he found his motion, rutting into you with hissy breaths as his other hand groped your ass. He hummed as your body shook before him, ruled by his touch as your walls clenched him.

He pushed his thumb down between your cheeks and circled your asshole. You strained and lifted your head in alarm. His other hand quickly stretched over your crown and pinned your face to the bed. He felt along your cunt and slickened his thumb before trailing back to your puckered ring.

He pushed lightly at first and as he broke through you gasped and whined. You gripped the blankets as he moved his thumb in and out of you, his hips still rocking steadily into you. He slid his thumb out entirely and prodded with two fingers instead. Before you could react, he forced them inside and you cried out in surprise and pain.

“I know you want it, sweetheart,” he groaned, “I can feel…” he kept fucking you, “I can fucking hear it.”

Your holes tightened around you as he carried the pace. A new pressure began to bloom inside of you, unlike anything you’d felt before. The burning in your ass and the stretching of your cunt mingled to an agonized bliss. You sobbed into the blankets as you came uncontrollably around him, shamed by the unwanted release.

“Fuck,” he drew out the word as both his hand and his hips sped up, “look at you cumming for me. Cumming for this creep.”

You moaned and curled your fingers around the duvet tighter. You felt the same knotting deep inside and you came again as he reached a tantamount. This time, you gushed around his cock and felt the deluge down your thighs as the noise grew wetter and louder.

“Look at you, sweetheart, you can’t handle it, can you?” He snorted as he sucked in a breath suddenly and his hips staggered.

He pushed his fingers deeper and kept them there as he fucked you as hard as he could. He slammed into your cunt over and over. Your hips throbbed with each tilt of his pelvis and you smothered your cries as you felt him coat your walls in his release.

He stopped just as suddenly and dragged his fingers out of your ass. He leaned against you until your legs collapsed and fell onto you with a sigh. He covered your body with his as his shallow breaths hazed around you.

Your own heart raced as you stretched your arms out stiffly and quivered. You tried to pull yourself from beneath him. He kept you pinned under his weight and jolted you with a cruel thrust.

“Oh, we’re not done, sweetheart,” he muttered along the shell of your ear, “not even close.”

#jake jensen #dark jake jensen #dark!jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #fic #dark!fic #dark fic #one shot #the losers #dc

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bnhabadass · 3 years

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Pairing: Shinsou x Reader Genre: Angst with happy ending, NSFW Word Count: 4,049 Synopsis: Shinsou is sick and tired of seeing you go out on all these disappointing Tinder hookups, especially when you always seem to ask him to satisfy you afterwards. But there must be a reason why you keep going on these dates, right? A/N: This is my piece for the bnharem roommates collab. I always forget how much I love writing Shinsou’s character but this definitely brought my spark with him back. Make sure to check out everyone else’s collab pieces on the masterlist!

Another night of tinder swipes. Another night of late night walks through desolate and windy streets. Another night of sleepy dinner and listening to the same old boring stories that every date has to offer. Another night of disappointing sex as he can’t seem to find the hole and his finger nails are sharper than they need to be. Another night of two pump chumps who ask, “does that feel good baby?” and another night of lying through your teeth as you fake moans and count the seconds before you’re allowed to leave.

It’s just like any other Saturday night where your toes are crushed in the tips of your heels and you shiver as you walk back to your apartment, keys clutched between your fingers just in case someone tries to pull something and you need to think quickly. You have your routine ingrained in you, like second nature.

The walk back home is cold and clammy. You can’t shake the feeling of the little hairs on your arms and legs springing up like a cat in shock as the wind pushes right past you. The only thing you could think of to keep yourself from toppling over from exhaustion was the heat that would be coming from your room back home, the fuzzy blanket you’d lie under, and the man awaiting your return to greet you with surprises like no other.

When you did open the front door, heat wafted towards you and your achy muscles began to relax.

“Rough night?” The voice from inside cooed.

“‘Oh baby do you like that?’” you mocked. “‘Does that hurt so good?’”

The person sitting on the sofa with a book covering their face laughed. “Please tell me he did not say that.”

You kicked off your heels and rolled out your ankles. “Shinsou, I swear to god, you have to meet some of these people. This one guy was ridiculous. As I was sucking him off he told me I reminded him of his mother.”

The purple haired young man gagged. “And you still sucked his dick?”

“That’s the best part,” you laughed. “He finished right after he said that.”

Shinsou grimaced. “Why do you keep going on these dates when everyone you end up sleeping with sucks.”

You collapsed on the couch next to him. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because a certain someone always ends up taking care of me after.” Laying your head in his lap, you smiled up at him.

Shinsou gave you a lazy smirk back. “So that’s it, huh? I actually know how to use my tongue so you’re purposefully coming home unsatisfied.”

“I wouldn’t say purposefully,” you said with a mock offended tone to your words. “If there ever is a man out there who did know how to please me then I can guarantee I wouldn’t be coming home every night I have a date.”

He propped his cheek up against the palm of his hand. “But that hasn’t happened yet, has it.”

You loved this, the flirty and dangerous aroma in the air. It was intoxicating and you craved every bit of it.

“So what are we going to do about it?”

You leaned up and kissed him, and then that kiss led to another. Soon you had gotten up and moved into Shinsou’s bedroom. Your tights had been stripped down and your dress was pulled up over your ass.

Getting onto his elbows and knees, Shinsou readied himself to lick his first stripe along your folds and make you melt beneath him.

The week went by, like usual, and your relationship with Shinsou remained the same, just like usual. You’d each come home from work, him tired from training and patrols and you exhausted with paperwork and having to deal with bothersome coworkers taking up all your spare time.

Nothing happens during the week. The two of you laugh and joke around like best friends, like neither of you have seen each other naked, and you’re sure you’re happy this way. That’s what Shinsou keeps telling himself anyway.

You never seem to notice the way his eyes linger on you for a split second too long or the way he glares at your phone over your shoulder as you swipe left or right on dating apps. You’d think that if he was jealous he would try to distance himself, to back away from the trouble you might get in and the disappointment you’d find after each hookup. But no, Shinsou cares too much about you to let you go out on your own without knowing who, where and how you’re setting yourself up for disappointment.

“Hey Shin,” you call from the couch on Thursday night. You’re lying down with your feet propped up against the arm rest. Shinsou has to move them out of the way before plopping down himself.

“What’s up.” His large palm rubbed up and down your legs as they rested on his lap.

“I think I matched with someone who won’t be horrible in bed.” You showed him your phone, and as he scrolled through his profile you could feel the itchy heat of embarrassment rising to your face.

Shinsou’s heart seemed to stop. His eyes widened when he read the words “pornstar” and “Onlyfans'' in the dude’s bio. Handing your phone back to you, he kept his eyes trained on the floor. “That’s great. He seems like he knows what he’s doing.”

“Yeah.” You took the phone back and resumed looking through his photos. “He messaged me earlier and we have a lot in common too.”

Shinsou nodded. Why did he feel so weird? He knew that not every guy you matched with would be a disappointment. He had been telling that to himself for months now, but watching the nervous smile that crept up your face as you received a new message from this guy made Shinsou want to scream. “I’m gonna go for a run,” he said, lifting up your legs to stand up from the couch.

“Really? It’s dark out. Are you sure you want to go running?” You didn’t look up from your phone.

“Yeah I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, stay safe. Oh! Did you still want to watch a movie tonight?”

Shinsou froze. “Um, maybe not tonight. I’m not sure. I’ll see if I’ve cooled down a bit after my run.”

You looked up from the screen, slightly deterred. “Oh, okay. Have a good run.” You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that. He hadn’t seemed to be bothered by anything earlier, so why was he acting weird now? You were sure you hadn’t said anything to make him upset and when he told you about his day, he didn’t seem bothered by anything that happened at work.

Rolling over on your side, you continued texting this new guy, a new sense of nervousness clouding your vision.

It’s Saturday night and you’re putting on your makeup. Your hands which have never been shaky before have fucked applying your eyeliner three times now. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous. You’ve met up with guys every weekend for months now. Could it be that this guy is different because he knows what he’s doing? Yeah, that must be it. You’re worried that you won’t be good enough for him, right?

Still, that didn’t seem like that was it. You were so excited talking to him at first. He made you laugh and you wanted to meet up with him so bad, to see his charm in person. But then you showed his profile to Shinsou and things started to feel different, like somehow they were falling apart.

You haven’t spoken to your roommate much in the last couple days. His usual pokes and prods at the men you tend to meet up with were replaced with silence. You haven’t joked around like usual or spent time together unwinding after work, and you were worried. It hadn’t been this distant between you since one of your female friends told you about a guy she knew who was looking for a roommate and the two of you met for the first time.

Since then, you haven't gotten anything but closer. You began your weekly rituals of getting takeout and watching movies and getting drunk after particularly rough days at work. Living with Shinsou was the happiest you have been in a long time. So why did that change?

Stepping out of your bedroom, makeup incomplete and dress unbuttoned, you peered into the living room where Shinsou was working.

He sat shirtless on the couch, legs propped up on the automen with his laptop balanced on his legs. His wild purple hair, which had gotten longer since the two of you met, was loosely tied back with a hair tie. His gray sweatpants were untied and you were sure that if he were to stand up they would ride low on his hips.

As you stared at his profile, you couldn’t help but admire how his chiseled face, adorning a pair of reading glasses, looked so serene as he stared at the work ahead of him. He looked calm, calmer than you’ve seen him in a while, and that made his face more youthful. Shinsou stretched out his arms and you could hear his corded back crack before he went back to typing away.

You ran back into your room and slammed the door. Your face was hot and flushed. Beads of sweat permeated on your temples. How could such a simple act of stretching make you feel so hot and bothered and worked up and oh no. How is it that you were so blind? You were in love with your roommate.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

You paced back and forth, rubbing all of the makeup off of your eyes in the process. You stared at your blackened fingers and rubbed them on your dress, not caring that it would dirty. Thinking back to all the moments you cuddled as “friends” and all the times you would lay together after a disappointing date, you were able to pinpoint each exact moment where your feelings grew.

You sat on your bed and watched as your hands shook. You couldn’t go on this date now. You don’t care about the guy, no matter how good at sex he might claim to be. The entire time, you’d just be wishing you were on a date with Shinsou. Granted, every date you’ve been on, a little part of you has wished it was with Shinsou. Every week you couldn’t wait until it was over so you could be enveloped yet again in his flirty aroma that was so, so addictive.

So that was it, you wouldn’t go on the date and things would go back to normal between the two of you. But would they really? What would you say if he asked why you cancelled? All you wanted were things to go back to the way they were. You wanted to bask in the flirty air and feel Shinsou hold you close and caress every curve of your body with so much love and tenderness.

You stood up and looked at your blotchy face in the mirror. Surrounding your eyes was a mix of black and shimmery gold swarming together. You wiped them off along with the rest of your makeup. You won’t be going out tonight so there’s no point of dolling up.

What am I going to do?

You slid off your dress and slipped into a pair of pajama bottoms and threw on a tank top. The least you could be is comfortable in such a stressful situation.

I can’t act the way I used to, knowing how I feel now.

You may have been an idiot for this, but you decided to face your situation head on. Without doing so, who knows how you wouldn’t go crazy living under the same roof as the man you’re in love with.

You stepped into the living room. Shinsou was still typing away and looking over reports, so you cleared your throat to get his attention.

“Hey, you about to go out?” When you didn’t respond, he looked up and his face fell. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you dressed?”

You couldn’t look him in the eye. As soon as you heard him speak and the amount of concern in his voice, you just wanted to cry. The sting of acidic tears and mucus welling in the back of your throat made you want to throw up.

“Did something happen?” He took off his reading glasses and scooched over, letting you take a seat beside him.

But you didn’t move, just kept staring at your cold feet against the hardwood floor.

“(Y/n), talk to me.”

You looked up at him and tears began rolling down your face. You felt so pathetic, that you would be crying over love of all things. Love was supposed to be magical, right? Not embarrassing and tear-ridden. “Can you,” you started, but you needed to take a step back when you heard your achy throat cracking as you spoke. “Can you give me a reason not to go?”

Shinsou adjusted himself. He was clearly trying to make out what you were saying. “What? If you don’t want to go then don’t. No one’s forcing you to go on this date.”

You couldn’t help crumble at what he said. If only he knew what you really looked forward to after each date and what you were really thinking about when you were out with these other guys.

Shinsou stood up as you crumbled to the ground and squatted down next to you, wrapping his arms around you. You sunk into his chest and sobbed against him. It felt so unfair that with his arms around you, you felt whole, like you were two pieces of a puzzle.

“Why do you need a reason not to go on this date? Is he pressuring you or something?”

You shook your head against his chest. “I don’t want to go on a date with him.” On one hand, you thought your subtle hints would get through Shinsou’s thick skull, but it seemed as though they were a paper plane trying to penetrate a brick wall.

“So find some other guy.”

Why was he being so dismissive? You didn’t want just some other guy, you wanted Shinsou.

“Look, you’ve found plenty of other dates in the past, just because you don’t want to go out with one guy doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world.” He kept rubbing circles in your back. “Why don’t you call up a past hookup or something?”

You pushed away from him. “How could you say that,” you whispered. “I don’t want to go on a date with one of them.” Your voice began to raise. You had never raised your voice at Shinsou before. “I want to go out with you, you idiot.”

There was a moment where all you could hear were the little noises throughout the apartment like the ticking of the clock in the kitchen or a fly buzzing close by. Then, you slapped a hand over your mouth. You didn’t mean to say that outloud. You didn’t mean to raise your voice or push away from him. But you did blurt it out, and Shinsou looked at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

The hair on his arms and the back of his neck raised up like static. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if he should look at you with shock or look away in embarrassment. He was completely and utterly confused.

“Shit,” you whined from behind your hand. “Forget it.” You rubbed the tears under your eyes away and went to stand up. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

“Wait.” Shinsou grabbed your hand before you could fully stand up. You had never realized how small your hands were compared to his until now. “You can’t just say that and then walk away.”

He was right. You sat back down on the ground, his hand still grabbing onto yours, playing with your fingers. “Okay,” you mouthed, knowing you wouldn’t be able to get any sound out if you tried.

“Why do you go on all of these dates?”

You thought about it for a moment. You were never really sure why you bothered hooking up with so many people, but sitting on the ground with him, you had a pretty good idea. “Because we’re roommates.”

“So?”

You kept your eyes on your fingers intertwined with Shinsous. “Because realizing you’re in love with your roommate is shitty, so the least I could do is hope that after an unsatisfying night of sex, you’d be willing to provide.”

He stopped playing with your fingers and instead, squeezed your hand. “And I hated seeing you with these different men so much that any chance you gave me I ate up.”

You blinked once, twice in confusion before meeting Shinsou’s eyes. “You...”

“Mhm,” he nodded.

The heavy weight of tears on your chest finally lifted. You could finally breathe freely. There was silence among you before the two of you burst out laughing. You rested your head on his shoulder as your chests heaved up and down. When you took your head away to look him in the eyes, he leaned in and kissed you. You didn’t hesitate to kiss back and wrap your arms around his neck.

Shinsou dragged your body closer to him, so you were straddling his lap, and weaved his arms around your figure. He was a good kisser, which you already knew, but you had never taken the time to feel his passion until now. Shinsou made sure to tease you with a darting tongue and hands which traveled down your figure and stopped at the base of your hips.

You weaved your hands through his soft hair and pulled his hair tie out. His fluffy purple locks were so fun and tempting to tug on. Kissing him with this amount of love and emotion enthralled you, and you felt a little disappointed when he pulled away.

“Would you like to move this to my bedroom?”

And you bit your bottom lip before nodding, a smile creeping its way up along your face. You stood up and followed him into his bedroom eagerly.

After Shinsou closed the door behind you, he turned around and snaked his hands up your back. You giggled at the contact and let him pull the shirt over your head. You weren’t wearing a bra, so Shinsou immediately leaned over to take one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucked it until it puckered and let it go with a loud pop.

“You know,” he said, backing you against his bed. “I’ve never been able to say until now how truly beautiful you are.”

“Shinsou,” you sighed, taking a hold of his purple locks. You collapsed onto the bed and let him kiss his way down your front side. His kisses were rough but full of love, and you know they would leave bruises behind.

He slid your pajama bottoms and underwear down your thighs until they pooled on the floor at your ankles. “Everything you do is gorgeous, even the way you’re sprawled out under me, under my command just waiting for me to touch you.”

You could feel your pussy clench at his words and your thighs shook in waiting.

He kissed the top of your pussy and trailed kisses around your thighs. You watched as he hiked your legs over his well muscled shoulders while keeping eye contact. His long tongue darted out and he licked one long stripe between your folds and suckled on your little sweet bud.

You arched your back and let out a choked moan. Out of all the nights you’ve slept together, this was the first time you really saw him for all the love he gave you.

Shinsou kept his face right in front of your dripping hole just for a moment and let his hot breath tickle your needy clit. He chuckled at your squirming form and teased you even further with kitten licks and hands that reached up to squeeze your breasts as he dove in to lap up your juices.

Your hands grasped at his, keeping them firmly clenched onto your chest as he delved in deeper and deeper into your wonderful taste. You could feel your orgasm quickly building up. Your toes curled and knees jerked up, hips bucking your clit further up into Shinsou’s mouth. You let out a loud moan and sigh of relief and surprise when you could feel your juices spraying onto Shinsou’s face and watched as they dripped down his chin.

You had never squirted before. You could feel a calm wash over you as you settled down. Shinsou wiped his hand down his chin. “That was fucking sexy.”

He kissed your lower lips one last time before standing up and allowing you to scooch further up on the bed. You were exhausted but it didn’t matter. Watching Shinsou strip down and seeing his cock spring to life only made you want more of him.

He crawled over you and kissed your lips. He tasted like a mix of your juices and honey, probably from that tea you saw him drinking not too long ago. Whatever it was, it was addictive. “Are you ready?” he asked as he positioned the head of his cock in line with your opening.

You nodded, heaving up and down and running your hand along the side of his face. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Shinsou was thicker than most of the people you had slept with, and you always felt the stretch of him penetrating you every time he pushed himself in.

Knowing that it probably hurt a little, the stretch of it all, he paused every so often and kissed your face, allowing you to warm up before he bottomed out inside of you. You were just so tight and welcoming, it took all his strength not to pound into you immediately, to take it nice and slow as he rubbed against your clit with his thumb.

Your face was hot. It was odd to you that it had never felt this way before, that until now you had never been this nervous to feel his cock pulsing inside of you and to feel his mouth nip at your clit and nipples. You had closed your eyes and focused on your breathing.

Shinsou reached over to tickle the palm of your hand. As you looked up at him, he cupped your face and smiled down at you before he started to thrust his hips.

You squirmed and writhed around as he bucked deeper in and out of the hole that seemed to suck him in further and further.

He felt it was so unfair because he never seemed to last as long as he wanted to when he was with you. The way your aching pussy clenched around him so tight was euphoric. He wanted to let his dick bask in your warm, gushing cavern forever.

“You’re beautiful,” you heard him whisper as he sped up, his orgasm fast approaching. “You’re perfect.”

And again, you squirmed around as that cord built up inside of you and snapped, leaving you gushing around Shinsou’s cock and heaving up and down underneath him.

Shinsou didn’t last much longer. He came almost immediately after you did, feeling your walls clench around him oh so tight. He rolled over next to you and laid his head in the crook of your neck. His hair tickled your nose as you nuzzled into him.

“We should clean up.”

“After snuggles,” he yawned.

You laughed. He’d never been this clingy until now. He had never praised you so much until now. “What does this mean?”

“Hm?”

“For us?”

Shinsou rolled over to look at you. “It means you’re gonna sleep in this bed with me tonight, and tomorrow morning I’m waking up early to make my girlfriend a pancake breakfast. Okay, kitten?”

You had to keep yourself from squealing at the nickname. Instead, you closed your eyes with a goofy smile on your face. “Okay.”

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥/𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐱 (𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong's face lit up when your face appeared on the screen, waving enthusiastically at him.

"Hi Joong!" You greeted him.

"Hi baby." He adjusted the laptop so you could see him better

"How was the concert?" You asked him, to which he simply gave a shrug.

"It was nice and all....but you know... I'm really missing you."

You chuckled at how cute he looked pouting his lips out at you. Had you been there in front of him, you would have immediately kissed them with no hesitation.

"I'm missing you too Joongie. Don't worry, just a few more days and we'll see each other soon ok?" You assured him.

Hongjoong let out a whine.

"But baby....I need you now... I'm really missing you..." He repeated himself, his teeth biting down on his lower lip.

"I know Hongjoong, I know you're missing me like I'm missing you." You pouted back at him.

"No baby....I mean I'm really missing you."

Lowering his tone, he placed a hand in between his legs, slowly palming his growing hard on so you could understand his double meaning. Smirking at him, you got closer to the camera.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you show me just how much you've missed me Joongie...."

Hongjoong let out a moan when you lifted your shirt up and threw it over your head, showcasing the fact you weren't wearing a bra.

"Take yourself out baby, I wanna see you touch yourself."

Hongjoong immediately began ridding himself of his sweatpants, eager to please you and obey you as you commanded.

"Just so you know, Seonghwa is taking a shower." He didn't seem too bothered by that fact, and neither were you.

"It's ok..I'll make sure you're cumming before then."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Your hand tried so hard to keep the phone close to your face, your lewd moans resonating through the speaker. Seonghwa could faintly make out the squealching sounds of your fingers playing with your wet hole, and it put a smirk on his face.

"You're doing so good baby, keep fucking yourself like that."

Although you were a panting mess and hearing your boyfriend give you orders over the phone aroused you to no end, you still didn't feel like you could actually cum.

"Seonghwa please-" You began whining.

"Please what princess?" He was practically purring into the microphone.

"Can't- I can't cum by myself. Need you."

He had to stop his hand from moving up and down his length at hearing you beg or else he would have cum right on the spot. Sucking in a breath, he focused his attention on you.

"Yes you can baby. You can and you will cum."

Your whines got more desperate and your fingers started to move more rapidly inside you.

"No! Hwa I really can't."

But Seonghwa knew that was a lie and he was going to prove it to you.

"Yes you can. Wanna know why? Cause you're my good little girl, so obedient and you want to make me happy right?"

You let out a groan as you could practically hear his smug look on his face, his eyes would have that lustful intensity that just had you melting and breaking down at his words.

"So cum for me baby. I wanna hear you."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Having a few spare minutes, Yunho picked up his phone to check if you had sent him any new messages. He smiled when he saw that you indeed had.

"How's practice going?" It read.

"It's going fine. What are you doing now?"

In less than 5 seconds you were already replying back.

"I'm eating."

Yunho was about to reply but you beat him to it when you sent him a picture of you deepthroating a banana that had the caption: "but it's not what I was craving."

Yunho dropped his phone onto the ground when he saw that. Scrambling to pick it up, he was blushing furiously at what you were hinting at and it made him embarrased to know he was already growing a problem rather quickly.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

None of the other guys really paid attention nor suspected anything as they were too immersed on their own phones or goofing off. Yunho practically zoomed into the bathroom, locking the door behind himself so no one would come in. His mood suddenly changed and he felt in the mood to tease you as well. Pulling himself out, he took a picture of him cupping his lower half.

"Were you craving something a little bigger?"

With a sly smirk he sent the message together with the photo he snapped. Of course you replied fast this time as well.

"Fuck yes! I wanna suck that monster cock."

Yunho giggled softly at your dirty words before composing himself once more to send you one last text.

"Don't worry baby. I'll be home soon and I'll be sure to fuck that mouth of yours until you can't talk anymore."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang bit down on his lip to try and muffle his deep moans, not wanting his roommate to hear what he was doing inside the bathroom of the hotel room.

"Don't try to keep quiet baby boy. I want you to be as loud as you can be. Let everyone know what a slut you are."

Yeosang whined loudly as he pumped himself faster at hearing you call him such a degrading name.

"Are you close baby boy? I bet you are." You chuckled, your voice sending shivers down his spine.

"I wish I could see your pretty face. I bet you're already looking so fucked out even though you're just jerking off to my voice. You really are such an easy whore." You let out a mocking scoff.

Yeosang hissed as he felt himself on the brink of his edge.

"Fuck! Mommy- I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" He exclaimed, his voice heaving out pants and hisses.

"Cum my baby boy, I want to hear you. And when you're done, I want you to send me a picture of your mess."

Throwing his head back, Yeosang cried out your name as he began staining his stomach with his cum, some of it spilling onto the floor. He milked himself past his limit, wanting to savor the feeling just a little longer. Pretty soon all you heard were his deep breaths, signaling he was calming down. And then you got a notification from him. Opening it up, he sent you a picture, looking completely wrecked, hair sticking to his forehead, sculpted abs tainted with his cum and you could see a tiny glimpse of his cock. You were more than satisfied.

"You did so good for me my baby boy."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San stared intently at the screen in front of him, tongue running across his lips as he watched you fuck yourself on the dildo he had bought for you. With a click of his tongue, he shook his head at you.

"Come on baby, I know you can do better than that."

You whined as you began grinding yourself onto the toy, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to find your g-spot.

"I can't- San I can't find it." You whimpered, completely convinced you couldn't get off without your boyfriend's dick.

San looked at you with mock pity before snorting at you.

"Of course you can't, cause you're just a stupid slut who needs my cock to fuck her right."

You moaned loudly at his words, your hips lifting up once more and sinking back into the toy.

"Can't even fuck yourself right. Waste of time and money buying you those toys if you can't even use them properly. Such a dumb whore."

San suppressed a smirk threatening to cross his features when he saw you bouncing on the dildo once more, his plan working just as he had hoped. Resting his chin on his hand, he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Tell me babygirl....what are you?"

Through whimpers you managed to answer him.

"I'm just your d-dumb whore who can't fuck herself right without your cock."

San nodded as his eyes were practically fucking you even through the screen.

"That's right. You're my little dumb whore, always needing me to get yourself off.... but I know you can do it. I know you can cum for me now."

Your vision began to blur as you felt the built up coil start to burst inside you, but you could still make out San's satisfied smile when he saw that you were starting to cum.

"Keep fucking yourself darling. Don't you dare stop. Not until you're begging me with tears in your eyes."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Mingi's fingers tightly clung onto his phone, trying not to let it fall as he watched the way your fingers dipped inside your folds. He inhaled sharply as he heard the sloppy sounds coming out of you.

"Fuck, love are you that wet already?" He couldn't believe your guys' previous dirty talk session got you that bothered.

Humming erotically, you lifted the phone up to capture your face.

"Can't help it. I've missed you so much. I just really need you."

Mingi completely understood you, he too had been craving to be intimate with you, weeks without you starting to get to him.

"I've missed you too love. Been wanting to eat out that sweet and wet pussy of yours." He licked his lips as he slipped himself out of his boxers and starting stroking himself.

You let out a whimper and thrusted your fingers deeper in you.

"Oh fuck! I would love that."

Mingi shot you a dark smile through tiny moans.

"You would wouldn't you love? You always love it when I eat you out, especially if you're sitting on my face."

His words, spoken out in that hushed and deep voice of his, were starting to take effect, you were now grinding yourself on your fingers, eyes shut as you imagined one of the many times you had rode his face.

"I love it when you can't control yourself and you grind on my tongue, so needy and desperate to cum, make a mess all over my face."

Mingi could tell by the way your breathing became more labored that you were going to be cumming any second, and he wanted to see it happen. Shooting you a cheeky grin, he pulled his phone closer to his face.

"Put the camera back on your pussy baby, wanna see you make a mess all over yourself when you cum."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

The last thing you expected was to open up was a snap from your boyfriend of his very obvious boner with a naughty caption.

"Someone's been missing you ;)"

You let out a chuckle and quickly thought of a way to get back at him. Lifting your shirt, which was actually Wooyoung's, enough to expose your legs and midriff, you snapped a picture silently patting yourself for wearing the black lace panties Wooyoung went crazy for.

"What a coincidence. Someone's been missing you too."

Judging by the fact he took longer to respond you knew he was up to something. Indeed, this time instead of a picture he sent you a 10 second clip of his hand pumping his erect length, his moans and grunts clearly audible.

"You're lucky you're kilometers away from me or else I would be speeding home to punish you for teasing me like that."

Following his game, you slipped your fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling it away from your hip before releasing it so it could snap against your skin.

"Bet you're dying to rip these off me." Your tone had a mocking tone to it.

2 minutes later and he once again sent you another video snap. This time his grunts became more loud and were bordering on turning into whines.

"Baby please...... take them off for me and let me see that pussy of yours."

You know he must have been hard and needy for a while if he was begging you like that, Wooyoung hardly begged you for anything. So you decided to milk it as much as you could.

"Hmmm...... you wanna see my pussy? Want me to take these off and let you see how wet I am?"

Slipping your fingers inside your panties careful not to let any skin peek out.

"Beg for it harder Wooyoungie.......show me you deserve to see it."

Satisfied, you pressed send, already thinking of more ways to torture your horny boyfriend.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho couldn't keep the smile off his face when he heard you tell him you missed him.

"I miss you too baby. Don't worry, we'll see each other soon."

He giggled when he heard you whine cutely, he could already picture your pouting lips.

"I don't know if I can wait anymore Jongho. I wanna cuddle you, I wanna kiss you, I wanna-"

He smirked as he heard your breath hitch, already imagining what you wanted to say. With a calm and collected voice, he put the phone on speaker and held it closer to his mouth so you could hear him more clearly.

"You wanna what baby? Hmm? Tell me."

You didn't respond, he knew you were too shy and embarrassed to tell him over the phone, just as you were shy to tell him when you were horny in person. Hearing some shuffling in the background, he guessed you were probably putting him on speaker as well and also slipping your hand in between your legs, just as he was slipping his hand in his pants.

"Perhaps you wanna ride my thigh? You're always up for that."

He had a proud smirk on his face when he began to make out your faint sharp intakes of breath.

"Or maybe you want me to pin you against the wall and fuck you against it."

He knew he hit the bullseye when he heard you moaning, the sound of a hand fretting uncontrollably against your folds beginning to sound through the phone. His own hand movements began to speed up as he thought about your weak body being manhandled by him as he slammed himself into you.

"Don't worry. First thing I'm doing as soon as I get home is fuck your body sore against the front door."

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sweetestofchaos · 3 years

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♫ 𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 ♫ Y/N is an American music artist and Seokjin has started to date her. ♫ Part 5 ♫ 2,112

SFW // Interracial Relationship // Strangers to Lovers // Cursing // SOL // Part 4 // Part 6

Taglist: @thickemadame

a/n: dividers made by @benkeibear

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Sure, enough the headlines were filled with Jin and Summer’s hot new romance. The kiss on national tv was all over the web and Twitter was going insane. Both companies were prepared for this, unknown to everyone that Y/N and Jin talked with their higher ups and got permission to make their relationship public. Jin took the time to write a message to his fans and he didn’t apologize for living his life which Y/N was proud of. She hated that most idols felt like they needed to apologize for being human. Y/N’s announcement was much more open. She posted a photo of Jin and herself in her home, they were laying on the couch and Jin was between her legs, arms wrapped around her waist and his head was lying flat against her stomach. Y/N captioned the photo ‘boy, you do something to me’ with Ella Mai’s song Boo’d Up playing over it and everyone couldn’t shut up about it.

Life seemed to settle down once Bangtan started another session of Run BTS. Y/N went back to the states and the relationship shifted to something more precious. The hours spent together in Seoul were missed, but the endless texts, Facetime and voice memos made the distance feel a little less significant. Snapchat turned into a fun way to tease each other and interact with Bangtan as a whole in their own group snap. Y/N found herself smiling at her phone more often and everyone could see a new light shining in Jin’s eyes. He laughed more and Namjoon noticed that he came to the gym more often with him.

Curled on her couch with her laptop on her lap, Y/N smiles at Seokjin as he moves around the living room getting everything ready for their movie night with the rest of Bangtan. Jimin’s bright face pops up on screen and he smiles at Y/N.

“Noona!” Jimin’s eyes turn into crescents as he grins. “Noona, Jin hyung said you are coming to visit soon!”

“I’m going to try to get out to you all. Things over here in the states are a little crazy right now since my label is merging with another.”

“Y/N noona are you going to stay with us when you come?” Jungkook’s voice shouts from somewhere off screen.

“Can she stay here?” Taehyung’s deep voice questions as he comes on screen next to Jimin.

“Ya!” Seokjin throws a pillow at Taehyung, and everyone laughs. “Of course, she’s going to stay here. My girlfriend is not going to stay in some hotel.”

The guys all gather around the couch and Namjoon plops down beside Seokjin with a bowl of popcorn. Y/N giggles as popcorn spills out of the bowl and into Seokjin and Namjoon’s lap. The guys all complain and Namjoon’s face flushes as he quickly tries to clean up the mess with Seokjin’s help.

“What movie are we watching?” The guys all call out different movies and Yoongi asks what Y/N would like to watch. Heat pools under her skin as she mummers her request and the guys are all confused.

“It’s…it’s a really cute movie. Part two is better than one.” By some strange act of fate, Bangtan got suckered into watching Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs along with the sequel and Y/N couldn’t be happier. Seokjin has the hardest time focusing on the movies, he is too distracted by Y/N’s giggles and bright eyes. After the lighthearted movies, the guys put on The 8th Night and Cargo which Y/N watches mostly through her fingers. Laughing and joking around, the guys all head to bed while Seokjin and Y/N stay up a little longer.

“Get in bed, Y/N.” Seokjin waits while Y/N picks her laptop up and carries it into her room. She settles herself in bed with the blankets pulled over her legs and the laptop resting on the pillow beside her.

“Do you want to watch another movie?” Y/N shakes her head with a yawn and Seokjin smiles softly. “I can’t wait until next month, it’s only a few weeks away.”

“I wish I was there now…I never watch scary movies at night.”

“I’m right there with you. I’m not going anywhere.” Seokjin gets comfortable on the couch, so that he is laying down. Y/N yawns and wipes at her blurry eyes. “Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?”

“A lullaby? That sounds nice…”

Seokjin licks his dry lips and thinks of what he should sing. Clearing his throat, Seokjin inhales and starts to sing softly. The lyrics are unknown to Y/N, but the fear in her heart starts to melt away as her eyes get heavy.

yeppeun donghwa sok han jangmyeoncheoreom

nae nunapen nega isseo

gilgo gin shiganeul dolgo doraseo

ireoke neowa unmyeongcheoreom yeah

Seokjin’s lips twitch as he watches Y/N try to fight her sleep and he continues to sing as he hits the screen record on his laptop. The blue bonnet on Y/N’s head slides down her forehead a little and Seokjin chuckles as he stops singing Like a Movie by B1A4.

“Goodnight jagiya.” Seokjin kisses the tips of his fingers and presses them lightly to the screen. He smiles and ends the video chat. Sighing, Seokjin closes his laptop and stares up at the ceiling. Two weeks, in just two weeks they will be together and this heavy feeling in Seokjin’s chest will go away.

Y/N entered the airport wearing a simple outfit to try and get by unnoticed by anyone. Wide legged ripped jeans, a tan crop top layered with a brown button up shirt, black strappy sandals, and oversized cheetah print sunglasses. Y/N didn’t post on social media for a week to hide her new hair style and make it easier to enter Seoul without being recognized. Y/N’s phone vibrates in her pocket, and she checks the message to see that Seokjin is waiting for her by the exit gate. He told her to look for a black Fila bucket hat. Tucking some of her black and silver ombre twists behind her ear, Y/N hurries towards the exit gate.

Seokjin spots Y/N before she can see him and he quickly sneaks around behind her, “I like the new color.” Seokjin wraps his arms around Y/N waist lightly and she is quick to turn around in his arms. Y/N’s eyes are shining with unshed tears and Seokjin chuckles, “Hello babe.” Y/N throws her arms around Seokjin’s waist and buries her face into his chest as she cries silently. The weight in both their hearts now feels lighter and it’s easier to breathe now that they have each other in front of them again.

“Let’s get out of here.” Seokjin grabs Y/N’s hand and leads her over to the baggage claim. Y/N points out her suitcases and Seokjin grabs them easily. A few people recognize the couple and together Y/N and Seokjin wave and throw up finger hearts as their fans snap a few pictures.

Seokjin leads the way to his car, and he opens the door for Y/N to get in while he puts her luggage in the trunk. Pulling her seatbelt on, Y/N pulls the mask off her face and fiddles with the rings on her fingers as she waits for Seokjin to get in the car. Seokjin slams the trunk and jogs over to the driver door. Jumping into the car, Seokjin puts his seatbelt on and starts the car before he grabs hold of Y/N’s hand. “I’ve missed you jajiya.”

Y/N smiles and brings their connected hands up to her lips, “I’ve missed you too Jinnie.” Y/N kisses their knuckles and smiles at the red tint of Seokjin’s ears. Seokjin pulls his mask off and starts to drive to the dorm where the rest of the guys are waiting for Y/N. It’s one of their rare off days and they all plan to just chill around the dorm and relax while Y/N settles into their routine and lifestyle again.

It’s late at night, Y/N is cuddled into Seokjin’s side, and her feet are buried under Namjoon’s meaty thighs as they all sit around, and binge watch some k-drama that Jimin has been talking about nonstop. Seokjin plays with the twists on Y/N’s head, letting them drop from his fingers before he picks them up again. Y/N is passed out, soft snores spilling from her lips and Seokjin grins, she looks beautiful. Feeling eyes on him, Seokjin looks up and sure enough Yoongi is smiling at him.

“What?” Seokjin questions and all eyes in the room turn to him.

Yoongi shrugs his shoulders with a shake of his head, “You look like you’re about to pass out. Go to bed, hyung.”

Seokjin nods his head and Namjoon helps hold Y/N up while Seokjin gets off the couch. Bending down, he scoops Y/N into his arms and mutters a goodnight before he heads to his room for the night. Seokjin kicks the bedroom door shut softly as he enters the room, and he yawns. Looking down at Y/N and lays her down on the bed.

Y/N stirs but doesn’t wake and Seokjin smiles, “How can you be so cute and sexy while sleeping?”

Carefully, Seokjin pulls the covers from under Y/N and pulls them up to her neck. Rolling his shoulders, Seokjin gets himself ready for bed and grabs Y/N’s bonnet off his dresser before he crawls in beside Y/N. The warmth from her body is inviting and Seokjin quickly and carefully slips the bonnet on Y/N’s head. With skilled fingers, Seokjin tucks the twists easily into the protective head piece before his arms slip around her and he rests his head on Y/N’s chest. Y/N’s heartbeat is soothing, lulling Seokjin into a peaceful sleep.

In the morning, Y/N wakes to an empty bed and the scent of food in the air. Light laughter is heard through behind the door and Y/N smiles as she yawns. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Y/N pauses as she feels her bonnet sitting on her head.

“Jinnie…” Y/N pulls the bonnet off and sets it on the nightstand before she checks her reflection in the mirror. Laughing to herself, Y/N can’t get the smile off her face. When was the last time someone made her this happy with such a simple gesture? Fixing her pjs, Y/N heads out the room and the smile on her face widens when she sees Seokjin in the kitchen making breakfast with Yoongi’s help. Happy that she remembered to grab her phone, Y/N quickly snaps a photo and sits beside Taehyung who looks half asleep.

Seeing Y/N beside him, Taehyung whines and drops his head onto Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N’s giggle fills the air and Seokjin turns around with a smile on his face.

“Morning angel.”

All eyes are on Seokjin at his greeting and Y/N can feel her face heating up. Seokjin’s eye widen once he realizes what he just said, and he quickly turns back around to focus on cooking.

Y/N sings to herself as she sits on the floor in the living room between Seokjin’s legs. It’s time to take the twists out and Seokjin offered to help. The rest of Bangtan are out and about doing their own thing, so it’s just Seokjin and Y/N at the dorm. Jimin made a lighthearted joke about keeping the dirty stuff hidden in the bedroom while they are away and Namjoon was quick to pluck him on the back of his head on the way out. Seokjin’s ears were bright red, and Y/N just laughed, choosing to ignore the comment.

“Hey, Jinnie?”

“Hmmm?” Seokjin doesn’t take his eyes off the twist he is working on as Y/N speaks up.

“H-how would you feel if I got a place here?”

“A place?” Seokjin thought about Y/N words and his hands stopped moving once he figured out what she was saying. “A place?!” Seokjin pulls Y/N up into his lap and crashes his lips into hers. “A-a place…Y/N that’s awesome!”

“I-It would just be during the summer months and during winter I’ll go back to the states. I just thought it would make being together-”

Seokjin presses his lips to Y/N and rests his forehead against hers, “Can I help you find a place?”

#soc butterflies #butterflies #bts #soc seokjin #bts jin #ambw #black!reader #interracial relationship #bts fluff #kim seokjin #bts x black!reader #exqueuese me #soc bts

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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SKZ Reaction | Protective Because Of Sasaengs

Chan:

It was the usual crowd of people that followed the boys around but something just felt off today, Chan was holding on your hand tightly while his laptop was in his carry on in the other. He was always the protective one in the relationship but lately, with the newest comeback things had gotten a little crazier, fans were starting to act insane and more Sasaengs were starting to crawl out of the woodwork.

"Chan," You whispered as he tightened his grip on your hand, the place was overly crowded and you could see that the other boys were starting to worry about it as well.

"I know," He whispered back to you making sure to hold you as close as he could get you. He didn't want anything to happen to you while he was responsible for you and he also didn't want someone to grab onto you. While he was busy focusing on you he'd neglected to cling tightly enough onto the case he was carrying his laptop in and someone snatched it.

"Babe!" Chan yelled trying to stop you running after them, his arms grasped you tightly to stop you rushing away so that the security guards could do their jobs. Your breathing was heavy as you got angrier at the thought of someone coming that close to Chan like that, they could have grabbed him or one of the boys, seriously hurt them.

"Hey, look at me. Look." Chan pulled you behind the barriers were fans were being held off from and he forced you to look into his eyes.

"I'm okay, look." You stared up into his eyes as he cupped your cheeks, though his face was covered by the mask he was wearing you could tell he was doing his best to keep a smile on his face and keep you calm throughout all of this.

"We're all okay," You stared into his eyes trying to search for any sign that he wasn't but you could read him like a book, his laptop was returned instantly and you both began walking towards the terminal you needed.

Minho:

Your day had been amazing, not a single person had noticed that you and Minho had taken the day off to go shopping and doing basic tourist things together. It felt like a regular date with him rather than having to sprint away from destinations hand in hand trying to avoid crazy fans who stalked him.

"We should do it again," You said softly as you sat in the back of Soul Cup cafe waiting for your drinks, the date was slowly coming to an end and you were going to have one more drink before you left him.

"I think I have another day off next week, I'll ask Chan when I get back to the dorms." He sat down in front of you so he was facing away from the entrance so no one would notice him if they happened to come into the cafe.

"Yeah that sounds-" You stopped yourself talking when the bell above the door began to chime and crowds of people begin to walk in and began looking around, you immediately knew one of them. You'd spotted her around all day but thought it would just be a coincidence but now it was positive to you that she was a Sasaeng.

"Minho..." You whispered looking at him as she spotted you in the corner together,

"We need to leave, can you get out any other way?" He nodded his head explaining the back exit for employees and you nodded at him.

"Go, go and I'll figure out how to take care of these-" You were pulled out of your seat by him as he rushed you both towards the back exit. He wasn't about to let you try and stop Sasaengs when some security guards could barely do that,

"Just run and don't look back." He chuckled holding onto your hand tightly and headed in the direction of a car park where he could lose them all.

Changbin:

You hated when the crowds picked up whenever you were out with the guys, the last time it got bad like this your bag was stolen because they thought it would have something inside of it but luckily Changbin had thought ahead and told you to put your things in his pockets. This time however someone had just made off with your phone and Changbin was left trying to get a security guard to find it.

"It has everything on their Changbin, your number, the boys, everything." You panicked looking around, you were about ready to kick ass for someone coming that close to you and Changbin when they weren't supposed to. People had been grabbing onto the guys all morning and trying to pull them closer but luckily security had been doing a decent job up until now.

"What if they get your number!?" You panicked looking back at him, his hands cupped your face forcing you to look at him instead of around at the crowds of people.

"Look at me, if they have my number I can change it. That's changeable." He promised you, you knew how much Sasaengs terrified him as well, you'd seen it when one of them had followed him and Jeongin home one night.

"I just can't stand the thought of someone-" You were cut off when your phone was being held up in front of your face, a girl - that couldn't have been any older than 15 was holding it up for you.

"We saw a Sasaeng running off with it so we chased after her," You turned to see three girls all aged around the same age and you smiled thanking them as you took your phone back from them.

"I owe you guys one," You yelled as you began moving with Changbin and the boys again.

Hyunjin:

People had been crowding around the JYP building for hours, you should have expected it since one of the Sasaengs that constantly followed Hyunjin had tweeted out where he was and who he was with - you. STAY had been positive about the relationship finally being out in the open since JYP was hardly one to allow their Idol's to date, they were happy to see Hyunjin was happy with you. However, Sasaengs hadn't taken it great and were using their platforms to tweet out where you both were at every minute of every day.

"We have to get home, the car is outside alright?" You said to Hyunjin, you were ready to protect him through everything and if that meant standing on one side of him while a guard took the other you were willing to do that.

"Hold my hand alright?" You knew how nervous he got around things like this so you wanted to make sure he was going to be okay with everything happening,

"Lets go." You whispered moving in time with the giant guard, as soon as you stepped outside screaming started, begging for pictures and flashing lights. You weren't used to any of it at all but you kept your head down trying to head towards the car when a cup of freezing liquid splashed across your top.

"Car now." Hyunjin ordered pushing you faster and away from the Sasaeng that had thrown the cold drink over you, a couple of them started yelling about how it was your fault they weren't allowed to have photos when it had been the policy that he wasn't allowed to stop at all.

"You alright?" You asked as soon as the door shut and he shook his head at you,

"I'm supposed to be the one asking you that not the other way around." He sighed, searching through his bag for a shirt that you could change into.

Jisung:

Jisung span you around under his arm before pulling you back towards him and smiling down at you, even though the mask covered his face you could still sense how big his smile was.

"You alright? You've been weird all night." By all night he meant the last couple of hours, you'd snuck out of the dorms together at 3 in the morning to go to a local 24-hour store and get ice cream. It was one of the best times to get out because no one would suspect it, no one could guess that you'd been wandering around the streets together. He was in his usual disguise though - hoodie, baseball cap and a giant mask to cover his face.

"I just feel like we're being followed, ever since we left the store." You whispered looking around for any sign that it was true, it wasn't uncommon for Sasaeng's to follow Jisung around but since it had come out that you were together as a couple they'd began following you as well.

"We're alone-" He stopped midsentence when he heard the familiar sound of a camera shutter, that was all it took. You took his hand in yours and began walking in the opposite direction of the dorms, you weren't about to get him and the boys caught up in all of this. You didn't want to have their dorms address spread all over the internet, so you took Jisung through alleyways and back streets to get out of the way of the Sasaeng, you'd take these routes a lot over the last year of dating Jisung, you knew what you were doing.

Felix:

You knew flying with the boys was never easy but you would have thought it would calm down once you were on the plane but it hadn't. Some Sasaeng's had managed to get tickets onto the same flight as you, Felix and Chan. You were heading to Australia for part of their time off but people had managed to find out your flight times despite it being as early in the morning as possible and booked under false names they'd found you.

"They're right in front of us babe." You wanted to do something to protect both Felix and Chan but they didn't seem that phased by it, they had been in the game a lot longer than you had but it didn't stop you worrying about Felix.

"I know but I need to use the restroom, I can't hold it for a 10 hour long flight." You sighed watching as he got up from the chair and made his way down, the moment the fan saw him she got up from her seat. You went to stand up when Chan laid his hand on yours and shook his head, instantly a flight attendant and a security guard was escorting the ''fan'' back to her seat and making sure that Felix was on his own the entire time. They really would stop at nothing to be alone with the boys and it scared the hell out of you,

"See, told you it was fine," Felix smirked at you sitting down next to you again and laying his head on your shoulder. They were probably going to sleep through the whole flight but you couldn't. You felt like you were going to stay awake the entire time just to keep an eye on both of the boys.

Seungmin:

There was a huge crowd gathering around outside the small game shop that you and Seungmin had walked into, you were hunting for a new game for your switch and Seungmin decided to tag along with you - it seemed like no problem at first but then people started to recognise him and tweet out about where he was.

"Y/n?" You looked up at the guard that was manning the door of the shop making sure that no one else had access into the building,

"Hmm?" He pointed at one of the girls standing at the door, she was wearing one of the shortest dresses you'd ever seen and waved at you.

"Claims she knows you?" You shook your head, you'd never seen her before in your life but Seungmin had,

"She's one of them," Was all he said to the guard before moving you away from the door.

"Sasaeng? They're everywhere." You whispered wrapping your arm around Seungmins waist and moving further into the store not wanting to be stared at by anyone that was looking through the window. They'd been getting creative lately, instead of just following the boys around they'd started to follow you hoping that you would lead them back to your apartment or the dorms but you never did. You took shortcuts to lose them but if you couldn't find a way to lose them you wouldn't go home, you'd go somewhere more public where plenty of people could see you and you could lose them in the crowds. All you wanted to do was protect Seungmin from them but some of them were insane.

I.N:

You and Jeongin had lost the guard when you were fighting to get out of the huge crowd that had been to swarm around you both. You'd gone on a day trip to a small mall thinking it would be easy enough not to be spotted but all it took was one fangirl seeing you and it was all over the internet, where you were, what he was wearing so they could easily find you.

"I think we lost them." You breathed heavily bending over on your knees to try and catch your breath, Jeongin held onto your hand tightly trying to keep hold of you in case they suddenly found you again when you heard a camera. You turned to see one of the girls you'd seen a million times, she was always around no matter what, she'd followed you both onto a plane once.

"Jeongin, behind me." You whispered you weren't sure what you were going to do but him being behind you felt like one of the best ideas for now.

"Y/n, you can't-" Her hand reached out to touch him as she started yelling about how much she loved him so you pushed him back away from her before pulling him into a run and began sprinting through the mall together.

"Can you remember the way back to the car?" You asked while running up a set of stairs and towards the in building car park, no one had followed you out yet which was a good sign.

"Yeah, fourth floor." You got into one of the elevators instead and hit the fourth-floor button when you noticed all of them lighting up to say someone was pushing it,

"Out and run," You told him not to look back until he got to the car and that you would just meet him up there.

"All clear?" He asked as you got into the car panting heavily,

"Took them to the top floor and said that you were in the farthest car away, then I ran down the stairs and they didn't follow me." He sighed bringing you into a hug as you waited for the guard to figure out where you'd gone.

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@snowy-meowl @kneel-begyourpardon @jooniesdarlingdimples @yunhoesss

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suituuup · 3 years

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that's the kind of love i've been dreaming of

Has Beca mentioned that she hates his guts? Everything is just too… annoyingly nice. His charming smile, his messy but not too messy hair, his sense of humor, and well, his taste in women, as he’s dating the girl Beca happens to be in love with.

Word count: 2005

Rating: T

Entry for Bechloe week, day one: “Because I'm in love with you, dumbass.”

Beta by the lovely @snowonebutyou and thanks to @green-eyed-weirdo for bouncing ideas with me <3

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The muffled giggle greeting Beca when she steps through the door makes her groan. The deep voice that follows confirms that Chloe is indeed not alone, and Beca briefly considers turning around and… going for a walk or something.

But her feet are about to fall off, she feels gross from her overcrowded subway ride home where she’s pretty sure a dude sniffed her hair, and she is really fucking tired.

She’s just flopped down face first on the pull-out couch when the door to Chloe’s bedroom opens, and two sets of feet grow closer.

“You alright, Becs?”

Beca grunts something inaudible in acknowledgment before she rolls on her back. “M’fine.”

“Hey Beca,” Chicago greets her with a soft smile, and Beca somehow manages to leash in her sneer.

“Hey,” she mumbles, the best she can muster when it comes to Chloe’s boyfriend.

Has she mentioned that she hates his guts? Everything is just too… annoyingly nice. His charming smile, his messy but not too messy hair, his sense of humor, and well, his taste in women, as he’s dating the girl Beca happens to be in love with.

Yep. It’s only been four years and a half; not a big deal.

She was this close to admitting her feelings to Chloe, still reeling with adrenaline after her solo performance, when Chloe ran to Army Boy instead. Beca doesn’t think she knew what a broken heart felt like until that very moment.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Chicago asks, setting his hands on Chloe’s hips.

“Yeah,” Chloe agrees and leans up to kiss his lips. Beca rolls her eyes, grabbing her phone from her back pocket as a distraction from the display of gag-worthy affection.

The door finally clicks shut behind Chicago, and Beca hears Chloe sigh. That kind of content sigh that has jealousy flare up within her because Chloe should be sighing like that because of her.

“I thought he was leaving tomorrow morning?” Beca asks as she scrolls through her Instagram, not really registering the photos zooming past her eyes.

“Not anymore,” Chloe says, biting on her bottom lip like she’s trying to prevent a smile from breaking through. “He’s um, going to be stationed in Brooklyn. His request just got granted.”

A huge lump forms in Beca’s throat as she registers the news and an uneasy feeling seized her stomach. “That’s--” she swallows with difficulty, swiping her tongue over her dry lips. “That’s great, Chlo.”

She soon exits Instagram, opening her safari to look for apartment listings.

Finding an apartment in New York City within her price range, as it turns out, is pretty fucking difficult.

You would think Beca was aware of that given the fact that there used to be one more person living in her current studio, with a simple curtain acting as bathroom walls.

(she definitely has PTSD from that night Amy had food poisoning from Taco Bell.)

When Amy moved out, Chloe took her room, because Beca is the night owl of the two, usually coming home late from work or cooking dinner after Chloe has gone to bed.

It’s pushing eleven by the time she makes it back that night, and she prays that Chloe is already in bed. The past couple of weeks following the news have been… weird, to say the least. Beca has been avoiding Chloe, coming up with excuses whenever Chloe asks her if she wants to hang out.

She makes herself a quick dinner (okay, makes might be a bit of an overstatement: she just pours some hot water over instant noodles. Don’t come at her.) and messes around on her laptop for a while, turning the lights off just after one am.

A moan reaching her ears just as she feels herself dozing off has her eyes fly open. A moan that very much belongs to Chloe, and Beca just wants to disappear off the face of the earth. Quiet laughter follows, and when the bed starts squeaking, leaving no doubt regarding what they’re doing in there, Beca ponders smothering herself with her own pillow.

She grabs her headphones instead, hastily placing them over her ears before she hears something that will most likely scar her forever. It somewhat cancels out the sounds, enough for Beca to fall asleep. She flees the apartment before either of them is awake, drowning her sorrows in a double espresso from the corner coffee shop.

Over the next few days, she excels in avoiding Chloe. She knows Chloe’s schedule well enough to come back when she’s either asleep or not there. Or at least she thought so.

“Hey.”

Beca freezes as she closes the door, looking over her shoulder to find Chloe popping her head out of the fridge.

Beca clears her throat, rubbing her nose with her knuckle as she stares down at the scuff of her shoes. “Hey,” she echoes, setting her keys down on the counter.

“Long time no see,” Chloe says as Beca sits on the edge of her bed to take her boots off.

“Yeah um, I’ve been busy,” Beca mumbles as she undoes her laces.

“Busy avoiding me?”

Beca’s spine snaps straighter at that, and she looks up to meet Chloe’s eyes. “No, just--” her shoulder lifts in a half shrug. “I figured you and Chicago might enjoy some private time together.”

Chloe hums like she doesn’t believe her. “You’d tell me if-- if something was bothering you, right? I feel like I’ve done something wrong.”

Beca swallows. “It’s not you, Chlo. I’m just--” she sighs, feeling her frustration rise as she scrapes her brain for a believable lie. “Work sucks and I feel like I’m getting nowhere, so I’ve been crankier than usual.”

Chloe nods, her lips curving in a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry you’re having a hard time at work,” she says. “We should go out tonight! It’s been forever.”

Beca’s rebuttal lies on the tip of her tongue, out of reflex. She swallows it back, because Chloe is giving her those puppy eyes she’s mastered so well, and Beca knows damn well she can’t resist. Besides, she could definitely use a drink. Or ten.

“Yeah, okay. Sure.”

That’s how they find themselves in an overly too loud, busy club a handful of hours later. Beca is definitely tipsy, and Chloe has just ordered shots, so she knows she’s likely to finish the night with her head in the toilet. But she hasn’t laughed like that in a while, and it feels amazing to be… Beca and Chloe again.

It’s ruined just after Beca downs her first shot, when Army Boy shows up.

“Hi!” Chloe exclaims, springing up from her stool to hug him.

Beca grits her teeth so hard that she’s half-concerned they might break, her eyes throwing daggers at Chicago’s head.

“Hey Beca,” he says, apparently oblivious as he slides on the vacant stool.

Beca simply tilts her chin towards him, along with a tight-lipped smile. As Chicago orders his drink with the waitress, Beca shrugs her jacket on. “I’m gonna go,” she announces over the music, not caring one bit that it’s obvious as to why.

She doesn’t wait for a reply, letting her legs carry her towards the exit as quickly as possible as tears burn her eyes. She bumps into someone in her haste and mumbles a disoriented sorry, sucking in a much needed breath as soon as she steps outside of the club.

The music gradually fades away as she starts down the sidewalk, tugging her jacket tighter around her frame when a chill rolls down her spine. She’s not even sure in which direction she’s going, set on hailing the first cab she finds.

“What the hell is your problem??”

Beca freezes at the familiar voice, swallowing around the forming lump in her throat before she turns around. She barely meets Chloe’s eyes. “I’m just tired, Chlo.”

“Bullshit,” Chloe spits out, a scoff flying past her lips as she shakes her head. Her typically warm eyes are bone-chilling icy. “You left the second he got here.”

Beca sighs heavily, her hands forming fists by her sides in an attempt to tame her growing irritation. “Yeah well, maybe I didn’t feel like being the third wheel. I thought it was just going to be you and I, tonight. But you two have been attached to the hip and all you can talk about is Chicago this, Chicago that.”

“Well I’m sorry if I enjoy his company,” Chloe fires back. “You know, the least you could do is be happy for me.”

“Oh great, the guilty card,” Beca says, eyes rolling skyward. She sucks in a sharp breath. “I can’t be happy for you, Chlo.”

Chloe staggers back as though Beca’s words slapped her in the face. “What?”

“I said, I can’t be happy for you,” Beca repeats, her tone rising along with her frustration.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Chloe asks, a mixture of anger, hurt and confusion surfacing in her features. “Why can’t you be happy for me? That’s what best friends are supposed to do, you know. I mean, are you even still my best friend? Because you haven’t been acting like one those past--”

“Because I’m in love with you, dumbass!” Beca finally blurts, a lot louder than necessary. Her declaration catches the attention of a few bypassers, but Beca is too focused on Chloe to care.

She watches as realization dawns in Chloe’s eyes, and all she can hear is her heart beating madly in her ears. She swallows, glancing down at the crack in the sidewalk. “And I’m the biggest idiot in the world,” she mumbles, roughly wiping at her cheeks when she feels a few tears rolling down her skin. “I’ll be out of the apartment by tomorrow.”

Beca is thankful Chloe doesn’t follow her when she turns around and resumes her journey home. She ends up walking all the way, too embarrassed to break down in a cab like in those stupid rom-coms. She texts Amy when she makes it back to ask if she can crash at her fancy apartment, fishing out her suitcase as soon as her friend agrees. Tears keep leaking out, and Beca wipes them away with her sleeve before she starts shoving her clothes into the suitcase, trying to ignore the way her heart aches.

A key slides into the lock just as she’s done packing. Beca straightens and hastily wipes her cheeks dry, even though she knows her bloodshot eyes will betray her.

“You’re really leaving,” Chloe murmurs, her voice barely audible.

Beca sniffles as she heaves her suitcase off the bed and sets it down. “Yep.”

“Why?”

Beca bites back a humorless laugh. “I don’t know, maybe because I’m not a masochist?” She deadpans. “Seeing you and Chicago together isn’t exactly fun.”

“We broke up.”

Beca’s breathing halts as she registers the words. Her jaw slacks. “What?”

Chloe clears her throat a little, taking a step closer. She’s fiddling with her keys, something she does when she gets shy, nervous or nervous, or excited. “Well, I broke up with him.”

“You did?” Beca croaks out.

Chloe nods, the corners of her lips upturning in a sheepish smile. “Because it’s always been you, dumbass.”

Beca’s lungs flood with oxygen, and her shoulders slump, releasing the tension at once. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Chloe echoes, raising an eyebrow as she takes another step.

Beca closes her eyes briefly, her head tilting as she frowns. “Sorry, I think my brain needs to be re-booted. Could you um, could you say that again?”

Chloe chuckles, finally closing the remaining distance between them. She cups Beca’s cheek and joins their lips in a soft, lingering kiss. Beca’s knees quake as a bunch of butterflies release in her belly, and she can’t quite believe this is really happening.

She licks her tingling lips when Chloe pulls away, feeling a bit dizzy. “Um, I’m not sure I quite got that one, either. Care for an encore?”

The first of many, many ones.

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teenwolfmarvel-obsessor · 3 years

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Coming Home

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Summary: About a year ago, you quit being S/H/N for the sake of your life and everyone else’s around you. When you took a job as an investigative journalist, you never thought you would meet Dick Grayson who you would soon fall in love with. However, Dick knew you were SH/N but he never told you he was Robin. Every now and then your boyfriend would come home with a bruise on his cheek or scars on his back. He claimed that it was from working out at the gym or sparring with someone he new from childhood. You believed him until he came home more hurt than usual.

Notes:

Super Hero Name: S/H/N

You are an investigative journalist

Alex is your assistant for a case

Manipulating the elements is your power

Dick Grayson x-reader

The quiet ticking sound of the clock floated around me as I sat in my office. Two large windows sat on the far side of my office, which overlooked the tall skyscrapers in downtown Detroit. People had small conversations outside my office door. Luckily, my office was separate from everyone’s cubicles. I pulled out my grey notebook and looked through some leads I needed for a case Alex and I were working on. The sirens from police cars raced down the roads in between the buildings. The golden sun slowly sat on the top of a tall building. I smiled at the pastel colors as they blended together. A soft knock was heard from the door to the room. I looked up and saw Alex standing there.

“Hey,” I said, smiling.

Alex walked over and handed me a portfolio of an eye witness of a crime we were researching. “Here’s what you were looking for,” Alex said, setting it on top of my computer. “Thanks,” I said, opening it up. She glanced at the view beside her, she smiled. “I’d never get tired of that view,” Alex commented, pushing her dyed purple hair out of her face. I smiled and looked back down at the folder. My assistant turned on her heel, leaving the office. I turned on my laptop and transferred the information from the portfolio to a document inside the computer drive. I looked up in thought and caught a glimpse of a photo showing Dick and I on our first date.

I smiled at the remembrance of our first time getting to know each other. Dick had gone out of his way to make me comfortable and feel respected. We went to this Italian restaurant I used to go to as a child, it brought back so many memories. When Dick and I moved in with each other, I never really expected him to come home with bruises aligning his arms or the occasional cut along the edge of his brow. He had claimed it was just from working out, but part of me didn’t believe him. Dick was my boyfriend after all, so I had to trust what he was saying was truthful.

I brought my focus back to the transferring of documents. A ‘ping’ sounded from the black laptop, telling me the portfolio was successfully imported into the computer. I dropped the paper folder into my bag before closing my computer. The sounds of people saying their goodbyes to my fellow coworkers was all that I heard as I packed up for the night. I grabbed my phone and shot Dick a quick text.

Me: Hey, I’m packing up now and should be home within 25 minutes. I’ll see you tonight!

I got no response, I had assumed he was caught up in work. I sighed and put my phone into the back pocket of my jeans. I slipped my arm through the handles of the purse, closing the curtains so it covered the windows. I shut off my lights before leaving the office. “I’ll see you on Monday, Alex,” I said, waving goodbye. She looked up from her notebook and smiled as she waved back. I opened the door to the office building, making my way towards my Mini Cooper.

The melody of the soft music floated around me as I drove to my shared apartment with Dick. I stopped at a red light, gazing at the different buildings that surrounded me as I drove back home. Every once and I awhile I regretted not being S/H/N. However, I knew it would put less of a risk on my life and everyone that I cared about. Occasionally, I’d use my powers to heat up some mac n’ cheese on the stove or just some simple chores. I stopped at a red light before turning down a road towards my apartment.

I parked my car, turning it off. I locked my car and headed towards the elevator. The old lady that lived beside me with her daughter sat outside her apartment door, looking through the newspaper. “Good evening, Ms. Y/L/N,” the woman said, stopping me from reaching my apartment door. “Hello, Lizzy,” I greeted with a smile.

“How was work?” she questioned.

“Same old, same old,” I replied, “have a good night.”

“You too honey,” the old woman said, smiling. I grabbed the key to my apartment and slowly opened it. “Dick!” I called, but got no answer. I closed the door and slipped my leather jacket off, setting it on the coat rack. I dropped my keys into the bowl before taking my shoes off. “Dick!” I repeated, walking into the living room. My boyfriend never replied to my exclamation.

I got changed into a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt, I put my hair into a ponytail and made my way into the kitchen. Dick still hadn’t gotten home since I did. ‘I’m sure he’s fine,’ I thought as I tried to convince myself. “Dick can take care of himself,” I said, out aloud this time. I grabbed a bowl and poured some leftover soup from the other night, then set it in the microwave. I took out two glasses, filling them with a glass of wine. I set the second one into the fridge to save it for Dick when he gets home.

The aroma of tomato basil soup permeated the air as I sat down on the couch. I turned the TV on before draping a blanket over my legs. The nightly news showed what happened today along with good things that happened to some people. I smiled at the sight of a pug running to its owner as the news broadcasted the reunion. I checked the clock and realized what time it was. The small round of butterflies from earlier soon resurfaced, my nerves began to become bigger at the empty presence of Dick Grayson.

I shook the feeling away and set my dishes into the sink to clean them, I sipped the last bit of my wine, then put the dirty plates and leaned them against the drying rack. I glanced at the front door in hopes that Dick would walk through unharmed. I shut the TV off before sitting back on the couch. ‘I’ll just sleep here tonight,’ I thought, laying my head down on the pillow.

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Time Skip (Four hours later):

I heard the sound of the patio door slowly creep open, the creaking sound awoke me from my sleep. I jumped up from the couch and tore the blanket off of my lap. I leaned over and turned the light beside the sofa, turning to look at the patio door. Dick was hunched over on the ground with his arms covering his chest, but he wasn’t in his suit and tie like he was this morning. Dick wore the suit of Robin. I let out a small gasp, rushing over to my boyfriend.

Dick groaned as I sat him up, leaning him against the wall. He winced as my hand brushed against his face. I took off the black mask and set it on top of the table where the TV was. A small cut at the edge of Dick’s brow appeared along with a bruise underneath his eyes, he continued to hold his right side. “Okay,” I sighed, “I’m uh, I-I need to get you into the kitchen.” He slowly nodded his head, motioning me to help him.

He set his arm around my shoulders while I put mine underneath his arms. He gritted his teeth as I helped him towards the kitchen. Dick hesitated at first, but soon sat down on the chair. I raced over to the cabinets, searching to see if I could find some bandages. Dick steadily took off his suit and set it beside the chair. I brought a stool over and sat in front of him. I picked up a small band-aid, setting it on top of the cut at the edge of his eyebrow.

Dick persisted to hold his side where the gash was. I dabbed the cut on his shoulder with a damp cloth. My boyfriend smiled at me as I treated his wounds (GIF Above). “What?” I said, looking up at him. “Nothing,” Dick said. I grabbed a clean, damp cloth and pulled his hand away from the wound.

My boyfriend sighed as the cool towel touched the skin around the cut. I took out a needle and thread, beginning to sew the gash. “All better,” I said, finishing off. He slowly nodded and smiled. “You alright?” I asked, raising my brows. I grabbed his suit and draped it over one of the chairs. Dick sat up from the chair and walked towards me. “I love you,” he said, turning me around. The L word made my heart skip a beat in glee, we had never really said it to each other.

I didn’t hesitate to say it back to the one that I loved. “I love you too,” I said. Dick kissed my lips lightly, setting a hand on the side of my face. We leaned back and looked at one another. “Let’s get you to bed,” I said, taking ahold of his arm. I rested an arm underneath his and led him to our shared room.

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The Night Shift part 11 (F!Reader x Frankie Morales)

WC: 3.3k

AN: Yall I'm so sorry this took ages to be updated, my laptop screen broke and the repair place had to wait over a week for a new one, I hope the end of this part makes up for it <3 Parts will also be slower to come out as I'm starting my next semester of uni on Monday and that's going to take up a large chunk of my time, but I'm still going to try and put out a new part at least once a week

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Friday arrived far too quickly for Frankie’s liking. So quickly he had gotten himself into a routine of being with you, and it felt like it was being ripped away from him. Of course, he knew that it would happen, he hadn’t deluded himself into thinking it wouldn’t, but still . . . still he had grown so used to your presence that when it was finally time to “get your shit from that ugly ass motherfucker” (Will’s words, not his), he felt almost depressed.

You were perched on his couch when he woke up late Friday morning, a cup of steaming coffee clutched in your hand, your gaze fixed absently on a point on the wall. He called your name gently, not wanting to scare you. You blinked a couple times, as if coming out of a trance. He knew the look well.

“Didn’t sleep?” he poured himself a cup and sat down next to you. You shook your head.

“Not great. I think an hour, maybe. But like, really shitty sleep.”

“Not fully asleep but not fully awake?” Frankie suggested, having become very accustomed to the feeling during his military time. You nodded, giving him a tired smile. He understood your exhaustion. You had spent every waking moment stressed about the move, online shopping to replace the things that you were leaving at Kurt’s, and then stressing some more. You had picked up the keys on Wednesday and Frankie had gone with you to check the place out.

It was a bright, airy place, seven floors up with huge windows and a tiny balcony off the living area. Frankie had noticed your eyes shining as you took it all in, almost like you couldn’t believe it was yours. You had wiped away a tear, taking in the view of the lake by the apartment complex.

Frankie had come with his measuring tape and notebook from his mechanic days. He measured each room, each alcove where a piece of furniture would sit, and wrote them down diligently with a messy scrawl on a page labelled with your name.

When you had gotten back to his place, you set to work writing down a list of what was yours and what you needed to replace. At the top of that list was a bed, heavily underlined and circled.

“The bed’s mine, technically,” you explained as you clicked on a display photo of a wrought iron bed frame, “but he can keep it. I want a fresh start, and I think I need a new bed to do that.”

“Makes sense,” Frankie said sitting down beside you, “is that the one you’re going with?”

You had nodded, clicking add to cart. The store had next day delivery, and for a small fee would even build the bed for you. You opted for this, despite Frankie’s protests.

“Please, you’re doing so much already, and putting my whole bed together for me . . . it feels like a very unfair trade,” you told him firmly. Once again, your stubbornness had won over. Frankie, rather grudgingly, had to admit to himself that the delivery people were much quicker than he would’ve been at assembling the bed frame, especially after he had taken a quick look at the instructions.

He wasn’t about to tell you that though.

It was almost midday when a knock sounded on his door, followed by the three men he called brothers piling into his kitchen. You emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed and a shy smile on your face. It struck Frankie that this was the first time you were meeting these guys, truly meeting them without the inclusion of alcohol.

“You’re all really excellent for helping me with this,” you said fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt. You had opted for long sleeves throughout the whole week. “Sorry you have to give up your Friday for this.”

Benny was the first one to make a move. He strode forward and enveloped you in a tight hug. Frankie could see the initial shock on your face before it was replaced by a hesitant kind of happiness.

“You like Taylor Swift?” he asked, and you nodded. Benny craned his neck to look at Frankie. “She’s riding with me, if that’s okay?” he turned back to you and you nodded again. Benny grinned and whispered something in your ear, causing you to snort out a laugh.

Santi stood beside Frankie and pressed an envelope into his hands.

“The photo,” he explained. “Again, remember I have several copies, so if you plan on destroying this one, imagine it like a hydra.” Frankie rolled his eyes and put the envelope in his back pocket. You were too busy chatting with Benny and Will to notice, and he was glad. He wanted to surprise you with the photo when you needed it.

Benny and Will had taken a particular soft spot for you since Frankie gave them the bare-bones rundown of how Kurt had treated you. Frankie noticed it now, in how Will stood like your own personal bodyguard, in how Benny had slung his arm around your shoulders, like you were old friends. Frankie felt the briefest flash of jealousy before he stamped it down. Just because he couldn’t – wouldn’t – touch you, didn’t mean no one else could.

“Quit staring Fish, you look like one of those cartoon characters whose eyes turn to hearts,” Santi muttered, elbowing Frankie in the ribs. Frankie elbowed him back, annoyed.

“Alright, gang! Let’s get this show on the road!” Will clapped his hands together. Benny raised an incredulous brow at his brother.

“What are you, fifty?” He turned to you, linking his arm through yours. “Don’t worry, Fish, I’ll drive extra carefully.”

Frankie felt envious of Benny then, even though he had basically had a week straight with you. But knowing it was coming to an end, that tonight you’d be sleeping at your own place, instead of just down the hall. Well, it made him almost sad. He pushed that aside though and forced himself to be happy for you.

As he drove to your old apartment, everyone else following behind, he focused a little too hard on the radio, just to give his mind something to do. A newsreader was talking about how a quick-thinking pilot had landed a plane in a field after something went horrifically wrong with the engines. Zero casualties, minor injuries. People were already calling for the pilot to be given a medal.

Maybe I should renew my licence, Frankie thought. He didn’t want to be a commercial pilot, or a hero of any kind, although the uniforms were nice. But it couldn’t hurt to have it.

He pulled up outside the building, gripping the steering wheel tightly. This was it.

Will and Santi parked behind him, but Benny’s ridiculously lifted pickup was nowhere to be seen. Frankie squinted towards the end of the street, knowing he couldn’t have gotten lost. He had you with him.

Ten minutes passed with no sign of you. “Where the fuck are they?” Frankie grumbled, now worried that you and Benny had gotten into a car accident. He trusted him, but Benny was the worst driver of all of them. He pulled out his phone to text you but was interrupted.

“That’s his truck,” Will said, pointing to the end of the street, where Benny’s truck had just pulled in. The sound of heavy bass reached them before the truck did. As Benny pulled up outside the apartment, Frankie recognised the song as Gimme More by Britney Spears.

“Sorry we’re late,” you called, clambering out of the truck, a tall plastic cup in your hand. “We stopped for frappes.” Benny sipped innocently at his, giving Frankie a look that said he needed to speak with him.

“Where’s my fuckin’ frappe,” Santi grumbled, looking envious. Benny grinned and handed his over to Santi for a sip.

You stood, looking up at the building, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Guess we better go up. I sent him a text telling him I was doing this today, but he didn’t reply, so I don’t know if he’ll be here.”

“Want us to jump him if he is?” Benny offered, but you shook your head.

“Not right away,” you said, “but if he starts up maybe slap him around a little.” Frankie knew you were joking, but the look in your eyes was one of fear. He took your hand gently and lowered his head to talk to you.

“You can wait out here if you want,” he murmured, “we’ve got the list of what we need to get.” You squeezed his hand and shook your head. Yours was cold and slightly clammy in his own, but he didn’t mind.

“No, I need to do this.” You said. Frankie nodded, understanding. You didn’t need to explain the nitty gritty of your reasoning, all he needed was for you to know that you had him, in whatever way you needed.

You kept a firm grip on his hand as you lead the way upstairs to your old apartment, only letting go when you stood outside the front door, fumbling in your bag for your keys.

At first, the apartment seemed empty of life. All the lights were off, the curtains closed, and the place was eerily silent. You stepped over the threshold, followed by the rest of the boys, who immediately got to work.

As it turned out, Kurt wasn’t there. He remained gone for a good half hour while the boys carried your heavier shit down to their trucks. You set to work stuffing the rest of your clothes into plastic trash bags you had picked up from the grocery store.

Benny joined Frankie in carrying a loveseat downstairs.

“Fish, I need to tell ya,” Benny started, grunting as they made a turn. “She’s as into you as you are her.” Frankie shook his head.

“Don’t do this, man.”

“I’m being serious. I talked to her in the truck. She didn’t say it outright, but you should’a seen the look on her face when I talked about you.” Benny waggled his eyebrows. “And her friend Sara agrees, she’s ‘smitten’ with you. Whatever the fuck smitten means. If you want my advice-”

“I’m not sure I do.”

“-Go for it. Tonight, once we’re all gone. Shoot your shot my guy. Don’t waste anymore fucking time. Sara said she wasn’t even sad about the breakup, like she’s been checked out mentally for months now.”

“Wait, did Sara tell you about me punching Kurt?”

“All I’m saying is, she likes you a lot, you like her a lot, don’t waste this.” Frankie mulled over what Benny was saying. There had been more than a few moments that week when he had spied you looking at him and wondered . . . but each time he had pushed the thought out his head. Old insecurities, respect for you, held him back.

Historically, Frankie had never been very good at telling when someone was into him. He could be literally balls deep and he’d still be questioning it. Even sometimes with Portia, he’d wonder if she really felt the same way he did. Santi, who knew Frankie as a kid, chalked it up to Frankie having a rough go of puberty, not growing into his features until almost the end of high school. By then, whenever someone had showed even a slight bit of interest, Frankie had dismissed it as a cruel joke. Unfortunately, those insecurities had followed him deep into adulthood.

The mood in the apartment had become relaxed, all the heavier stuff, like your couch, TV, furniture, and fridge had been taken care of, and now all that was left was to gather all the small shit. Frankie found you in the bathroom, unscrewing the shower head. You tossed it into a box filled with other bathroom items, the loud clang making him grimace. He opened his mouth to speak to you when yelling from the front room interrupted him.

Your face fell instantly, going from focused to almost afraid. Your eyes met Frankie’s own, and he reached out to touch your arm. It’s okay the touch said, he can’t do anything to you. Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and walked out with Frankie to the commotion.

Kurt was being held back with a single hand on his chest by a bored looking Will, screaming a string of expletives and struggling to land any kind of hit on Will, Santi stood behind Kurt, ready to jump in if needed. Benny was hunched over, clutching his sides in laughter. Kurt finally caught sight of you, standing a little in front of Frankie.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” His tone made you wince slightly, but Frankie was proud of the way you didn’t shrink away.

“I told you this was happening today, Kurtis, it was your choice to come back while we were here,” you said calmly.

“You’re taking all my shit!”

“I paid for every single thing I’m taking,” you said. “It’s not my fault you never put anything of monetary value into this place.” You stepped forward, so you were facing Kurt head on, but still behind Will. “You need to calm down, you’re acting like a fucking child.”

“I’M ACTING LIKE A CHILD?”

“Yes. You are. You’ve acted like one almost our entire relationship. So you can either calm down, leave and come back later, or my friends will force you to calm down.”

“Are you threatening me?” Kurt spat.

“Yes. You’ve already been smacked down before, any one of these guys would love to be the one to do it again.”

“I’d like to see them fucking try!” Kurt pivoted and lunged at Benny. Big mistake. With a simple, yet effective, punch to the head, Kurt was out cold on the floor. Benny looked up, almost apologetic. You grinned at him, silent laughter shaking your shoulders.

“I didn’t mean to hit that hard,” Benny said, flexing his fist. “But I also did.”

Santi dragged Kurt’s unconscious body to the now empty living room, carefully posing him so he was curled in the foetal position, sucking on his thumb.

“He actually arrived at the perfect time,” you said to Frankie, standing back beside him. “Cause we’re done here.”

“We’ve got everything?” Santi called, overhearing you. You nodded.

“We’re finally done here.”

~*~

Frankie was glad you had decided to ride with him back to your new place. You were buzzing with a new energy, unable to keep a nervous grin off your face. You didn’t speak on the drive to your new place, but Frankie hoped he wasn’t reading into how much closer you sat, your thighs almost brushing his. Benny had gotten into his head, he knew, and now he couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation.

You were the most beautiful person he had met, both inside and out, and the very idea that you could like him the way he liked you . . . well fuck, it didn’t seem feasible. But then he thought back to the previous week spent with you, and maybe it wasn’t such a ludicrous idea after all.

He pulled up at your new building, parking in the spot designated for you. You turned to him, unlatching your seatbelt as you did.

“Frankie . . .” you started, then leant over and pulled him into a tight hug. Frankie felt like everything you wanted to say was in that hug. You pulled back slightly, so your faces were almost touching. He could’ve done it then, he fucking should have done it. Crossed that miniscule amount of space between you. But then the moment passed, and you pulled away entirely.

You climbed out of the truck, moving to the back to grab some of the garbage bags that held the smaller stuff. Frankie’s phone buzzed in the cupholder, a message from Will in the group chat.

Ironhead: Pussy

Frankie turned and saw Will staring at him. Fuck offhe mouthed. Will flipped him off with a grin. The effort of getting all your stuff up to your new place was considerably easier than it had been the first time around. For one, your new place had an elevator. So even though they had to take turns using it, it was worlds above struggling up seven flights of stairs. The mood was also improved by the fact Will had knocked Kurt out cold. Frankie had begun to wonder if that had become the main highlight of your day.

It was well into the night by the time everything was in its new place. Benny and Will flopped down onto your loveseat, drinking beers that you had kept in an ice chest you had brought in yesterday just for this. You sat on the floor, drinking a fruity vodka thing that Frankie thought looked and smelt like a melted popsicle. The balcony door was open, a breeze that held the promise of summer drifted through.

“Where’s Santi?” You asked looking around.

“He had to get something from the truck,” Will said. As if on cue, which if Frankie knew these boys as well as he did, it was, Santi burst through the door, one arm stretched wide, the other behind his back.

“My dearest,” Santi began, and Frankie groaned inwardly, “over this past day, the gentlemen and I have grown quite fond of you.” What is this, regency England? Frankie rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer. “And as such, we wanted to present you with a housewarming gift.” With that, he whipped his arm around and held out a vase of sunflowers. Your face softened, then broke into a grin.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you pushed yourself up and pulled Santi into a hug, motioning for Will and Benny to join. You hugged the three men as tight as you could, smiling at Frankie over the tops of their shoulders. Frankie smiled back, raising his beer in a silent toast.

You placed the flowers on the kitchen counter, facing them toward the window. It was just past ten when the three boys left, Benny carrying the ice chest along with the promise to bring it back as soon as he could. It seemed like it was only moments before only you and Frankie remained.

Frankie’s phone buzzed.

Benny: Don’t fuck this up.

Frankie saw you move outside onto the balcony, leaning against the railing, silhouetted by silver moonlight, your face turned towards the breeze that coasted off the lake. Everyone else was gone, and he wondered if he didn’t take this chance, would he ever?

He moved to stand next to you, standing so close your arms were touching. His heart felt like it was caught in his throat. He murmured your name.

“Frankie,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of his beating heart. Before he could stop himself, chicken out like he had before, he closed the distance between you. One hand cupping your warm cheek, the other encircling your waist, he tilted his head down until his lips met yours.

It was everything.

Your lips were soft against his, hesitant at first, but then you were wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his. You tasted like candy and those sugary drinks you insisted on bringing. Your touch was like tiny jolts of electricity shooting down his spine.

Fuck.

His tongue darted against your bottom lip, and you let him in almost hungrily. Frankie deepened the kiss, wondering just why the everloving fuck he waited this long.

He whispered your name, the word like poetry on his lips. You were poetry, you were art, you were every beautiful thing wrapped up into one person. He was in love with you.

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dcforts · 3 years

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[day 19: photographs]

Miracle likes Cas right away, from the moment he sees him coming out of the rift, one arm slung over Dean’s shoulders.

One sniff at his boots, one at the hand tentatively offered seem to be more than enough to convince him. He doesn't even have to pet him once.

Dean can’t blame him honestly and he doesn’t mind sharing the morning cuddles if Miracle still chooses to trail after him in the kitchen when he gets up, keeps him company in the garage and comes running to him if he wants a cuddle.

He spends all his nap times with Cas though. At first, he gets in the habit of falling asleep laying across his feet whenever Cas is sitting down and more than once Dean finds him in uncomfortable positions yet unwilling to move, insisting that he'd rather suffer than bother Miracle.

One time Dean happens to have his phone in his hand so he stops to take a picture with an amused smile, despite the annoyed face Cas makes at the camera.

Then Cas and Miracle start napping together.

In the library, in front of the tv, and some nights on the bed leaving barely any room for Dean to squeeze in next to them and then, when they get to their new place, it happens in the study, on their couch, and still sometimes on the bed but Dean doesn’t need to try and squeeze in next to them anymore cause they got a bigger one.

Dean takes a picture the first time he sees them, because it's the first time and needs to be documented. The second time, they're in a weird position and he wants to show it to Cas later and the third time - well, they just look cute.

On the day they move out he takes a picture of Miracle in front of the bunker’s door. Then they stop for gas and Miracle looks so happy with his head sticking out of the car window that he has to take one there, and then another one in front of their new house and then he finds that he just – can’t stop.

He gets him a rubber chicken that makes a sound the annoys the crap out of Cas. Dean takes a picture of him as it happily chews on it.

Miracle tries to get Dean to play one afternoon, pushing his snout against his hands, scratching at his jeans and resting his head on Dean’s tight, looking up at him. The pleading eyes is what does it. Dean closes his laptop shut to concede defeat and stand up but first he snaps a picture of him.

He wakes from where he's fallen asleep on the couch in Cas’ arms and finds their feet trapped by a heavy furry donut. He reaches for his phone on the coffee table and snaps a picture of him.

It gets – a little out of control, but Dean doesn’t realize it, not until Sam comes around one time and he's scrolling through his phone, saying, “Dude, how many pictures of Miracle have you got?”

A very pregnant Eileen rounds the kitchen table to look over his shoulder and raises her eyebrows. “Wow,” she says, “you got a problem.”

Dean leans over to snatch it away from his hands. “What are you talking about?" he says, but from just a quick look at his gallery it's pretty clear that she may be right.

There's Miracle. Then Miracle. One of Cas. Miracle and Cas. Miracle sans Cas. He and Cas. Sam and Eileen from when they all went to that restaurant on Saturday. Miracle. Cas. Miracle. Garth holding a plant? A colour palette for the guest room. Three of Miracle that look identical. The tap he's eyeing for their unfinished upstairs bathroom. Miracle again. Miracle as he's running in the park -

He puts his phone down. "It’s Cas, he’s always stealing my phone,” he says lamely, and he knows he doesn’t sound at all convincing so he adds, “And Jack wants me to send him pictures all the time.”

Eileen nods to herself, “God wants my brother in law to text him dog pics,” she says and signs, "Okay cool. Totally normal."

“Whatever. You’ll be worse than me when that one gets out,” he says pointing at Eileen’s belly. She laughs and Dean looks at her to say, “Sam will be one of those that shows pictures of their children to strangers, you know that, right?”

Behind Sam's back she silently signs, "I know," but Sam catches her anyway and bitchfaces them both, betrayed. “I’m not! And - we were talking about Dean and his obsession. I’m surprised you don’t have them framed all around the house.”

Cas chooses that moment to come in from the back door with Miracle in tow. “Not yet,” he says, amused.

Dean doesn’t even bother arguing, all he has eyes for is that fluffy ball running happily towards him, as if they haven’t seen each other less than an hour before. "There he is!" he says with a silly voice that makes Miracle wag his tail more energetically.

He crouches to take his head in his hands, "Did you have a good walk? Yes?” he says as Miracle wiggles like a fish in a net. He frees himself from his hold just to run around the kitchen table and get himself quickly pet by Sam and Eileen before going back to Dean with renewed energy, jumping on him and licking his cheek. Dean scratches behind his ears, “Uncle Sam is jealous cause he's as not photogenic as you. Well, he won’t get the awesome Christmas card we prepared for him this year, will he? He doesn’t deserve it.”

Cas has put away leash and waste bags and he's watching them with a smile. "We need to wash up," he says, so Dean plants a parting kiss on Miracle's snout and says, "Alright, go," but he stays put.

And yet, as soon as Cas says, "Come on, Miracle," he immediatly runs to his side and even anticipates him out of the room.

Dean stands up, throwing his hands in the air, “Can you believe this? He does everything he tells him, I say ‘sit’ and he licks my face.”

Sam and Eileen laugh at him and then Sam gets to his feet.

"We should go, we still need to go to the store," he says as they put their jacket on.

"Thanks for the coffee," signs Eileen, and then asks "Are we still on for Friday?"

"Yeah."

Sam says, "Cool. And if you find that picture I asked you in Miracle's personal photo book send it my way."

Dean flips him off.

"Add me to your dog mailing list," says Eileen when they get to the door and Dean rolls his eyes but gives her a hug and says, "I will."

Sam shouts "Bye Cas," immediatly followed by a "Bye, see you on Friday," coming from the bathroom down the hall.

Dean stays on the door to watch them as they get in the car and drive away.

Then he goes back to the kitchen, turns the radio on, washes up the coffee mugs and starts dinner.

When the timer dings, he turns off the oven, sets the table for two and goes to find Cas.

Sure enough, he's in the bedroom and he's fallen asleep on top of the covers with a hand on Miracle's back and him curled towards him, his head near Cas' shoulder.

Dean stops in his track. Flipping his family off in his mind, he takes out his phone and snaps a picture of the two.

Then carefully, as not to disturb Miracle, he climbs into bed to lay down right on top of Cas.

Cas makes a oof sound when he drops his weight on his chest but one of his arms circles him all the same.

"If you sleep now you're gonna be up all night," Dean says kissing his chin and jaw and any part of his face he can reach.

"Mh," says Cas cracking his eyes open, "you're heavy."

"Dinner is ready."

At that, Miracles lifts his head and his ears perks up, clearly interested in the conversation. He starts wagging his tail. Dean and Cas share an amused smile.

"Just another minute," says Cas.

"Alright," says Dean, planting one last kiss against his cheek, but when he tries to push himself up, Cas doesn't let him go.

He says, "Stay," and Dean doesn't need to hear it twice to collapse down once again. Miracle does the same; Dean closes his eyes and feels his wet nose against his forehead and his breath on his face as he gets comfortable.

"Wait, you meant that for me or Miracle?"

"Both," says Cas, one hand stroking his back, the other on Miracle's head. "Did you take a picture when you came in?"

"No," mumbles Dean, and then after a moment, "Maybe."

Cas huffs a laugh and Dean gets to feel it against his chest. He keeps his eyes closed and tries to match his breath with Cas' under him and Miracle's on his face and that's how he dozes off, smiling.

joining @bend-me-shape-me in doing this!

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lightsovermonaco · 3 years

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His Good Sweater: Chapter 5

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Shoutout to @acollectionofficsandshit for being my sounding board and beta reader! She's the absolute best a girl could ask for, thanks my love!

Word Count: 3.0k

Recommended song: "The Heart is a Muscle" by Gang of Youths

You woke before the sun, Pierre's bare chest pressed to your back and an arm slung over your middle. You wiggle in his grasp, trying to be sneaky as you turn to face him but ultimately waking him. You run a finger over his lips as they curve upwards before biting lightly. You draw back and he laughs quietly.

"Morning," You whisper, head throbbing slightly. "I feel like I got hit by a train."

"Knocking back four or five shots in a few hours will do that to you." Pierre stretches, arching his back and exposing his neck. The slight mark you left the night before had darkened into a true, unmissable bruise. The reminder of it sent a thrill down your spine, and you couldn't resist ghosting your lips over the hurt.

He sighs, cupping your chin and bringing your mouth up to his. The kiss is lazy, both of you still too ensnared by sleep to put any heat into it.

You stayed tangled in him until Yuki called to remind Pierre they had to be at the airport by eight. You helped him pack as slowly as you could manage, a stone settling in your gut. When the time came, Pierre hadn’t wanted to leave, only relenting when Yuki called again to say the jet was waiting on him.

The longing wasn't something that normally hit you this hard when Pierre left. It was new, the edges raw and unhealed when you poked at it. Everything on campus Tuesday reminded you of him, from the sunlight hitting the lab table to the rare cloudless blue of the London sky.

Just when you’d gotten over the sting of his absence, the news broke. Charles sent you the link to the article, simply captioned, 'You will want to read this.'

Gasly snogs mystery girl in London bar, the headline read. And fuck, that was a grainy picture of you standing between his legs, fingers tangled in his hair. You scroll through the article, heart in your throat, praying you weren’t called out by name.

By some small miracle, whoever had taken the photos hadn’t gotten one of your face. Against your better judgement, you checked the comments.

That was where your name came up. Fans had connected the dots. Your hair had been up that night, but it was the exact same shade as the picture. Your instagram had been filled with photosets of London for months, and Pierre had flown out early before Silverstone. Clearly he had been meeting someone. Anyone with half a brain could figure out that you were the one in the photos, even if the article didn't mention you directly.

The first DM didn’t come for a few hours. It was nasty, the user hurling cruel words at you that struck your chest like tiny knives. Plenty more followed, threats and names alike.

Gold digger.

Does she really think she deserves him?

He could do so much better.

You couldn’t bear attending classes. You sent Pierre the link to the damning article and stayed in your apartment and sobbed. The fans- if they could even be called such a thing- pulled no punches. Every DM and comment struck home, until you eventually had to turn your phone off and curl up in bed, defeated.

People are cruel, you thought, wiping the tears that streak down your cheeks.

You kept your phone off for a few hours before you gathered the courage to check it again. You immediately uninstall any and all social media, unwilling to let it affect you further than it already had. But messages pour in, most from Pierre and a few from your brother.

Hell yeah! Was all your brother sent, along with a screenshot of the article. Your mouth twists, the memory of the comments washing over you again.

Pierre’s messages were the ones that broke you. There were close to a dozen of them, accompanied by missed calls and panicked voicemails.

“Are you okay? Please pick up the phone, my love, I need to hear that you’re okay. I love you. Please call me back.”

The last message, time stamped from a half hour earlier, simply said, “I’m getting on a plane.”

A fresh sob wracks your body. You press a hand to your mouth, trying to silence it. God, he was so pure hearted. You knew the comments would hurt him just as much as they hurt you, if not more. He would blame himself, when in reality, it had been a mutual mistake. Either one of you should have recognized the risks of your actions. But you couldn't let him risk his career for it. You could make it through… somehow.

I’m okay, you type, hating that you had to lie. You don’t need to come to London.

I’m already in the air, He informs you, and you curse softly. He would have hell to pay upon returning to Austria, even if he had somehow convinced Tost to let him leave at the last minute.

I'll be there soon

The flight from Vienna to Heathrow was about two and a half hours, which meant you had that long to pull yourself together. You didn’t want Pierre to see you broken. You shower and change into slightly less ragged sweatpants and an oversized shirt. You grab your laptop, quickly emailing your professors to apologize for missing lecture unannounced and informing them you wouldn’t be there the rest of the week either. You'd need time to sort out your head before facing your peers.

Pierre’s knock came far too quickly. You’d barely assembled your face into a mask of resolve before the door opened. Whatever semblance of control you'd managed to construct came crashing down at the sight of him. He looks just as distraught as you, eyes red and cheeks flushed.

Before he says a word, he gathers you in his arms, tucking your head to his chest. Your lip wobbles, and when he whispers “I’m so sorry,” the tears fall in earnest. For less than a week, you’d been on top of the world with Pierre by your side. You’d gotten to enjoy the idea of being his girlfriend for six days before reality stepped in and ruined it.

You clutch at his shirt, fighting hard to piece yourself back together. Now that he was there, the dam had burst and no amount of willpower could keep the sobs back.

Pierre sweeps you up, one arm under your knees and the other keeping you tight to him as he carries you to your bedroom. He climbs into bed, shoes and all, and keeps you in his lap as he strokes your hair. He sniffles, softly enough that you know he's trying to be strong for you. The realization that he's crying too just makes it hurt that much more.

"I'm sorry," He whispers again and again, as if the two syllables were the only ones he remembered. You can't find your voice to tell him you don't blame him or how much his presence means.

Instead, you press your face into the soft cotton of his sweater. He doesn't move except to stroke a calloused hand over your hair. You let his presence wash over you until your breathing turns more even and your fingers stop trembling.

"H-how were you able to leave Austria?" Your voice shakes, but you tilt your head up to face him. He quickly wipes away the wetness on his cheeks with a sleeve.

"I just left. The only one I told was Yuki. He said he'd cover for me. I saw the comments and I couldn't think straight. I didn't want you to believe them." The look he turns on you is an apology. "When I called and it didn't even ring, I had to get to you."

"I don't think you'll be welcomed back with open arms," You point out, and he presses a tender kiss to your brow.

"They can be pissed at me all they want. I don't care. I needed to be here." You wouldn't admit it, but he was right. The fact that he'd risked everything to comfort you helped you ignore what those users had said. Nothing could ever erase the words, but Pierre’s presence dulled their impact.

“I already petitioned for the article to be removed,” Pierre says softly. “Don’t know if it’ll amount to anything, but it’s worth a shot.”

You nod and wipe your nose on your sleeve. “It’s so much worse than I imagined.” Pierre’s cheek comes to a rest atop your head, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your arm. “I get that I’m not the only one that loves you. But it’s like they don’t remember that I’m human.”

“People are bold when they're speaking to a screen instead of another person.”

"It was so much easier before anyone knew," You say, words dipped in longing. Rumors had never swirled when you had kept your distance, you'd made sure of it. But now that the secret was out… Would your life be spent dodging threats and dealing with negativity?

He pauses, thumb stilling. “Do you… Do you want it to go back to the way things were before? When we were... friends?"

Your head whips around. “What?”

“It isn’t fair that you have to go through this because of me,” He explains. “I hate the fact that I’m the one causing you pain. The way you’re being treated is only because I live in the spotlight.”

“It’s not your fault,” You assert, placing a hand on his stubbled cheek. “Please don’t blame yourself.”

“Maybe it would be easier if we-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” You say sternly. You force him to look at you, his eyes storming like the sea. “We’ll figure it out. Our emotions got the best of us last week. We just have to be more careful, keep this behind closed doors. We don’t need to flaunt it, right? Just tell the press that you want to keep your private life private, and I’ll take a break from social media. We can figure it out.”

Pierre nodded in agreement. His voice is scratchy, like he had swallowed gravel. “Alright.”

“It’s us against the world,” You tell him, “And I couldn’t ask for a better teammate.” Your lips ghost against his in an attempt to reassure him. He returns the kiss, firmer and more confident. Your hand slips to the nape of his neck, drawing him in as your tongue glides against his lower lip.

Last week, you’d fucked. But tonight, the sex was something else entirely. It was soft sighs and languid kisses, whispered words of adoration and promises of endless love. Above all, it was an affirmation. Pierre loved you; heart, mind, and soul. In every sense of the word. He would let nothing come between you and himself. Not his career, jealous fans, or the thousands of miles that may sometimes separate you.

Pierre offered you his heart, and you accepted it without question.

**********

The few precious hours Pierre managed to give you were enough to keep you afloat the rest of the week. The break from seemingly endless lectures helped to reset your mind and give you time to focus on yourself.

Pierre called as often as he could, and texted when he couldn’t. You filled him in on the little things you did to keep busy, like how you spent all of Sunday rearranging your tiny apartment so that your bed was as close to his in Austria as you could get it. Monday night, you fell asleep on Facetime with him as you tried and failed to write a term paper for your architectural history class.

Pierre’s visit and subsequent calls had made you feel invincible. But the moment you walk into the lecture hall on Tuesday, everyone’s eyes are on you: the first test of your newly minted confidence. Chin held high, you meet a few of their stares and take your usual seat at the front. The moment you start to question yourself, if you're ready to face the scrutiny, your phone buzzes with a text from Pierre.

Ignore them. Remember that I love you. I’ll call you tonight.

Once again, he somehow knew exactly what you needed to hear. It amazed you that a handful of carefully selected words could grant you so much strength. But it was proof that Pierre recognized and accepted your fears and was willing to help you work through them.

You take a breath, letting the whispers of your classmates fade until they were nothing more than a faint hum. You turn your focus on the professor as she enters, falling into your usual cadence. Easy. You could ignore the gossip until they got tired of it and left you alone. Their fascination couldn’t last more than a few days.

You made it through the rest of your classes and walked home without incident. No one ran up to you and demanded you explain your relationship with Pierre. Your worst fears had been abated. The stress of it rolls off your shoulders when you make it to your apartment. It was already 7 o’clock, but Pierre hadn’t called yet. Seeing as Austria was an hour ahead, you weren’t sure he would hold to his earlier promise.

Your stomach growls, and you leave your bag next to your bed before heading to the kitchen. Dinner was a box of macaroni and cheese, simple but delicious. You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing at your phone every few minutes, hoping to see Pierre’s name on the screen.

Coming to terms with the fact that you probably wouldn't be getting a call, you settle into your favorite chair and crack open your laptop. Term papers didn't write themselves, and you still had a few thousand words to write. You lost yourself in theories and articles for a few hours before your phone breaks your concentration.

You awake?

A smile splits your face. Yeah. Working on this never ending term paper.

I'll leave you to it. Love you, sleep tight.

You laugh quietly. You agree with his 'school first' mentality most of the time, but there were exceptions to every rule. You call him, heart stuttering when he answers.

"You're supposed to be writing."

"Well, nice to hear your voice too," You say playfully. "It was boring me anyway. Who wants to read twenty pages comparing Roman and Greek columns anyway?"

"I'm pretty sure your professor does," He says with a laugh that warms your bones. If only he were standing in front of you so you could feel his chest rumble beneath your fingertips. Wanting to see his face, you switch to a video call.

"I was wondering how long that would take," He teases, smile wide and welcoming.

"I miss you," You say softly, padding to your bed. You'd accomplished enough that you could push off writing more until tomorrow. "I wish I could come to Japan this weekend."

"Me too, my love," He responds, voice tinged with longing. "It's one of the more challenging circuits on the calendar. And you've always wanted to visit Tokyo."

You weren't surprised that he remembered that silly dream of yours. "Send me something that reminds me of you." You flick off the lights before climbing under the covers, pulling them up to your chin. "Something cute and sweet."

"I fly out tomorrow night to meet Charles. I should have some extra time to do some window shopping."

"You and Charles going on a date?" You tease, propping your head on a hand. Now that you were cozy, it was hard to keep your eyes open.

He shakes his head. "He's been… helping me with the press. Tackling it all."

"Oh." The mood sours. You decide not to dwell on it, turning to humor instead. "Give him a kiss for me as a thank you."

"He would love that," Pierre laughs. Comfortable silence blankets you, broken only by Pierre humming softly. It was a song you recognize as one of his favorites; it must have been stuck in his head.

"What time do I have to wake up on Sunday?" You mumble, struggling to stay awake while he was unknowingly serenading you.

"Do you want to watch the prerace stuff?" Papers shuffle softly on the other end as he figures it out for you. "If you do, probably like 3:30. If not, the race would be at five your time, so maybe 4:30."

"That's early. You're lucky I love you enough to sacrifice my beauty sleep."

He didn't hesitate before responding. "Luckily you don't need sleep to be beautiful."

Your mouth curls in a sleepy smile. "When you say things like that, I hate the distance between us even more."

Pierre scrubs a hand over his face. "I don't have a break for another month or so."

"I know."

Silence falls again, both of you lost in your own heads.

"You should sleep," He says finally, and you nod. Your first class was only 6 hours from now. "I'll sing to you if you promise to close your eyes and try to sleep."

Despite your best efforts, you yawn. You often called him for a song when you couldn't sleep and the time difference permitted it. Just hearing his voice was soothing enough, but a song? It was heaven. "Shouldn't be hard to do." Sleep came within minutes, Pierre's soft song your lullaby.

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