#the look away too like... ma’am bye

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ughhhh peter always being so oblivious. can’t even listen to his girlfriend when she’s right in front of him, practically begging him 😡 loved your most recent story 🩷🩷 (still can’t believe there’s finally a pink heart emoji)

was this supposed to be angsty? too bad, it's smutty.

*suggestive behavior and words, no real depictions of sex, sorry kiddos.

‘How do you tell someone you want them?’ No, no, wait… ‘How do you tell your boyfriend you want him?’ 

Wiki-how says to flirt with them, been there done that, message not received. 

Teen Vogue just wants to give you ways to say ‘I love you,’ you’ve tried that too, you just get a declaration back. 

Cosmopolitan says to be bold, ‘I want you inside of me,’ is a direct quote. Bold, sure. But with Peter? You’d think he’d collapse. 

On Quora someone took the bullet, ‘how do I let my boyfriend know I want him to touch me?’ Ah, there it was, someone had to have a good answer. A man in his forties says dirty talk, your nose wrinkles. A young mom says, ‘just like that!’ An anonymous reply said to initiate fist, touch them where you want to be touched, but you can’t exactly squeeze Peter’s boobs. 

You wonder if you told Ned he’d tell Peter, you can imagine that conversation. 

‘Bro, Y/N just told me she wants you to like… use her body as a wonderland.” 

“A what?” 

Yeah, not a good idea either. 

Even with a boyfriend, a super hot, charming, smart boyfriend, you were going to die a virgin. 

Every attempt has fallen short, no matter how close you think you are from him finally getting the hint. Last week you had him between your legs, wrapped tight around his hips as you grinded up towards him, mouths refusing to break. And then, right when he finally, finally, moved his hips with yours and you moaned he pulled away and rolled off of you. That quick too, talk about a cold shower. 

“Do you want me to show you how to do that thing now?” He was panting still, he looked over you flushed out and almost pulled himself back in, too dangerous, he had to use self control. Peter uses what strength he had to get off the bed, he’s already going to his computer, you didn’t get a choice, he chose for you, if he had asked you would’ve asked to ride his thigh. 

“I’d rather you show me what your hands could do,” you mumble under your breath, you want to scream into his pillow and then hump it, does he not feel how frustrated you are? Peter hears you, he gives a chuckle, “they can help you is what, come watch,” he pats his arm rest on the chair. 

You follow his instructions, still grumpy. “I’d rather they help me in a different way,” Peter flashes you a nervous smile, you make him lose his grip on reality. He makes sure you're watching as he clicks around, he’s giving you instruction but all you can think about is his hard thigh underneath you, his grip is tight around your waist, his palm that rests over your shirt radiates heat to the skin underneath. He’s driving you crazy. 

You can’t help it anymore, you have to be blunt, it will be awkward for a second but so, so worth it in the end. “Peter, I want to-” A squeeze, an apology when his phone rings. Only three people call him, Ned, May and you, seeing as you’re on his lap that leaves two options. 

“Hey, May. Oh yeah, no I don’t think so. Um, sure. Well, he didn’t say much but he did want, no, go ahead.” You look at the ceiling and curse, Peter’s thumb brushes your hip, he’s giving teasing touches and doesn’t even know it. “I dunno, hold on let me ask,” he pulls the phone from his ear, “baby?” You look at him, “staying for dinner?” You nod, he grins, “yeah she will… okay, yes ma’am, no problem. Okay, okay, okay, alright, okay, love you too, bye.” 

“Is she at the store?” 

“Yeah, think of anything you need?” 

He clicks at the screen, “yeah, condoms.” 

You jolt at his laugh, his chest pressed tight against your back, Peter snorts, “why would you need those?” 

You stay silent and instead look at the screen and wait for him to continue his lesson, the bubble of want simmering.

—-------------------------------------

“Are you okay?” 

Peter has to literally hold you back by your shoulders, he’s gasping for air, his curls frizzy and pulled around, his shirt unbuttoned three down from the top. You attacked him the second you got into his room, nearly throwing him onto the bed before straddling him and marking your territory. 

You had been at it for a half hour, everytime he tried to stop you’d follow his movements and continue, he had no idea how you were keeping your breath. The only time he remembers you pulling away was to tug your shirt over your head before you immediately unbuttoned his collar and kissed down his neck. 

“‘M great, are you?” you’re just as breathless as him. 

He nods, “‘M good.” 

You smile, “great!” Then go to meet his mouth, Peter turns his head at the last second, you connect with his jaw, you frown but accept any skin, you trail sideways and down, sucking at a spot near his collarbone. One hand grips your hip, one settles on your ribcage. He grunts and you skim your lips back to his mouth, he’s slower this time, like he’s trying to edge you down carefully, you don’t accept the change of rules and open into his mouth, he wont talk the bait. 

You try again, you swipe at his bottom lip, he stays closed. Frustrated you grind down on him, he buckles but refuses to open his own mouth, last resort you bite down on his lip. 

Peter pushes you off, “fuck, you’re insatiable.” 

You look down on him, “why won’t you make out with me?” 

His cheeks are pink, his lips are red and swollen, his pupils are blown out. 

“You’re killin me, smalls.” Peter’s hands come to a rest on his stomach, they rise and fall with his breaths, “no matter what I do you want more.” 

You nod enthusiastically, he’s starting to understand. 

“Yes, so yes. What can you give me?” 

His eyebrows furrow, he doesn’t know what you want. 

“I don’t… what do you want?” 

You grind down on his belt line, his hands shoot to your hips, this was new territory. You’ve just started to grind on him the past week and he still can’t fully process it, he’s never had a feeling like it before and he knows that he’s gonna get a hard on if you keep doing that, and that’s really new territory. 

“Baby,” he groans the word but it’s a warning. 

“This, can I have this?” You try to move again but his hold stops you, he’s using too much strength. 

Peter doesn’t want to rush you, not at all. But these last few weeks have been hard, you’ve been much more open with your words and touches and god it kills him. He’s been thinking about sex, how could he not with you all over him, but he needs to hold out strength for the both of you, and god damn if you don’t make that difficult. 

“If you keep doing that do you know what will happen?” 

Are you okay with this, is what he means, because if you go down this path there’s no coming back, it’s a whole new step, he’s okay with that but are you? 

You tilt your head at him, “I’ll cum?” 

Peter exhales through his nose harshly, his voice pinchy, “jesus christ.” 

“Is it okay if I take my bra off?” Your fingers were already behind your back, he’s been lucky enough to see them a few times but not in a situation like this one where he could get to inspect them and enjoy it. “If you want, but you don’t-” he stops speaking when you toss your bra to the ground. 

“Wanna take your pants off?” 

He looks at you, he’s fully clothed almost while you’re now sitting on top of him with only panties on, how did he get here? No pants means no more barriers, you wanted to feel him, all of him, when you dry humped him. 

“Do you want my pants off?” 

How does he not get it? You’re more than half naked on his lap begging for his touch, what did he think you wanted, a milkshake? 

“Peter, where’s your mind at?” 

“With what?” 

You rub your eyes, frustration would do no good here. “I need to know where you’re at with this, cause i’ve tried everything to make it known you make me really fucking horny.” His eyes widened, it was like he had a revelation of ‘girls can be horny too?’ and yeah, he did know that they could but he never imagined he could make someone horny, even if it was his girlfriend. And maybe he did understand a little of what you wanted but he also thought you were joking, that you were hinting at a hookup teasingly but, no you were serious. 

“I do?” 

Well that didn’t sound good, did he not share the same feelings? 

“I… Peter, do I even turn you on?”

The room spins, you’re on your back in a second, Peter holds your forearms to the bed. You couldn’t even take a breath in, that’s how quick he pinned you. He didn’t want you to think, for even a second, you didn’t turn him on. 

“Don’t ever ask that again, you turn me on more than you could even begin to imagine.” 

You giggle, “oh, do I? How much?” 

He kisses your cheek, “cold shower every time you leave.” 

“Then how come I never feel you get hard?” 

Peter takes his turn kissing down your neck, he nibbles a matching mark to his on your collarbone. “Threw you off before you could.” 

You hum when he nuzzles into your neck, he places a kiss to your cheek, you look at him over you. 

“Does that mean you’ll take off your pants?” 

He laughs, “yeah, baby. I’ll take off my pants.” 

Peter sits back to pull his shirt off, you take a moment to appreciate his body. You always feel like you don’t compliment him enough, “you’re pretty,” the words fall from your lips and he grins shyly, his hands working at pants button, he’s about to shimmy them off but you stop him. 

“Wait!” 

Peter’s hands freeze, you nod at his hands, “can I do it?” 

His hands fall away and you reach forward, tension thick the second you start to undress him. You never knew how heavy a moment could be until you had your hands in your boyfriend's waistline tugging them down, knowing it was so you could sit pretty on top of him and rock on his lap. 

You rope a leg over his waist and take mount, already pressing into him further than you’ve ever been, you give a teasing roll of your hips, your eyes shoot open and Peter throws his head back with a groan. 

You whisper at the same time, minds blown. “Woah.” 

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[wowconradfisher]

all of the girls you’ve loved before

pairing: min ho x reader

genre: slight angst, best friends to lovers, they are both so dense to each others feelings..

summary: being best friends with KISS’s resident “heart throb” is not for the weak. falling in love with him isn’t either, so what happens when the line between best friend and boyfriend becomes too blurred?

a/n: hi hello i am back from the dead. i’m convinced this acc is just gonna be a jenny han-iverse fic acc bc if not conrad then i’m writing about min ho. i have ended school so i hope i am more consistent with writing! feel free to send in requests + questions btw :D i hope u guys enjoy this silly fic that is also based off a taylor swift song hence the title!

Sitting outside of your best friend’s party that he throws every year was not something you thought you would be doing. You were convinced that this time was going to be different, and maybe just because you were seeing Min Ho in a different light, he would see you too. Here you still were, all dolled up but with no guts to walk into the party. You sighed, thinking about how pathetic you might be looking at the moment to anyone walking by. It was annoying in your opinion, just a month ago you couldn’t stand the thought of being with your best friend but now you’re starting to second guess and think more about the times you’ve spent together.

It was about 2 weeks ago when you and Min Ho, well more so you, started kind of overthinking the things you two would do together. You used to think that it was just regular best friend things you did, like talking about your past lovers and flings, laughing about all of the late nights you both have spent on your own having lame fights on the phone. But then you start thinking about the other nights, sneaking out past curfew and holding onto each other's hands in hopes of not getting caught. Or the way he would treat you the way he would never treat anyone else, allowing you to see his softer side, doing silly things like letting you do his skin care after he knows you’ve been crying in his bathroom about some dude that said “loved you” not knowing how carelessly he’s throwing out the words that mean so much to you. You see yourself doing the regular “best friend duties” like never saying bye to each other because you know you’ll be seeing each other again anyways, but you know it shouldn’t bother you when you see the new transfer student Madison write your best friend’s name in a heart all over her assignment. 

You shook yourself out of your daze and stood up, you knew it was wrong for you to be feeling this way about your best friend and there was no reason for you to start feeling this way now. Looking at your phone’s reflection to fix up your makeup, you took a deep breath and confidently made your way to the venue. Walking in and seeing a bunch of lights and loud music was expected, but tonight your goal was to forget about how you felt and let the universe tell you what to do. 

“Excuse me ma’am who let you out looking so good?” a voice spoke from behind you while tapping you on the shoulder.

You turned around and to your surprise it was one of your other close friends, “Q oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in like a week!” you exclaimed while pulling him into a hug, not failing to notice Florian behind him. Once you pulled away you waved at the other male who signaled to his flask, basically asking you if you wanted a shot. You grinned and suddenly all of your prayers had been answered and your night had begun. 

If you were being honest, you knew you weren’t a light weight. You always thought of yourself as someone who could just drink enough to not be a heavy weight and be at the perfect level of tipsy where you can feel the buzz. This is the point where you had to go out to the dance floor because of how free it made you feel, not a single care or worry in the world. That was until you felt someone tapping on your shoulder. You turned around to see a guy, a random one you have never seen before around KISS. You could admit he was a bit attractive but not as attractive as Min Ho. 

Looking up at the stranger you let out a forced smile, “Hi?” you spoke, but sounded more like a question

“Couldn’t help but notice a pretty girl dancing all by herself, you looking for someone to dance with?” the guy asked as he tried to put his hand on your waist. 

You backed away before you suddenly felt someone behind you put their hand around your waist, “Baby I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” a boy spoke with an accent you could recognize anywhere. Looking up, you let out a soft genuine smile at the sight of your best friend. 

Min Ho cleared his throat and saw the guy was still there, “Hey man I don’t know if you noticed but she’s my girl, so I would appreciate it if you didn’t hit on her,” 

The guy furrowed his brows at Min Ho before quickly realizing who he was, “Oh shit sorry man I didn’t know,” he quickly muttered out

“You’re lucky I didn’t have you kicked out. Now leave us alone, yeah?” Min Ho replied, shooing the other guy away. 

Once the guy was gone, Min Ho held onto your hand and led you to a more secluded area away from the party. He looked at you and caressed your cheek, “You okay Y/N?” he spoke softly

You looked up at your best friend and took in the way he looked at you. The way he looked at you made you feel so delicate, like you were the only person that mattered to him. You broke out of your daze and just nodded at him, “Thank you Min, I think it’s time for me to head out now though,” You spoke

Min Ho frowned, but it looked more like a pout to you, “But I just found you,” he spoke, “and we didn’t even get to dance yet,” 

You took his hand that was on your cheek and held it, “I know, I’m sorry I’m just not in the mood for it anymore,” you replied softly 

After hearing your response, it was like something in Min Ho clicked, causing him to hold your hand again, “Okay, let’s go then,” he spoke like it was no big deal

“Let’s go? What do you mean? Like you’re gonna just ditch your party?” You asked in disbelief

He nodded, “Uh yeah duh? Why would I stay at a party that my best friend doesn’t even want to be at?” 

There was that word again, it just keeps dangling over you and taunting you everytime you think you guys could be something more than just friends. Hearing his response just made you let out a small smile. Him pretending to be your boyfriend just lets you have a glimpse of what you weren’t but what you could be, truly it does break your heart but what can you really do about it.  After that night, he just dropped you off back at your dorms, you didn’t even have the energy to invite him in like how you guys usually do. It did feel awkward just leaving him but you needed this. Your heart needed it. 

You did feel bad for ghosting everyone. It had been a week since the party and you needed to shut down and take time for yourself to really think about what you wanted to do about your feelings for Min Ho. After being by yourself for a week and doing your work online, you felt like you really did learn a lot about yourself, and that in order to get over your feelings for your best friend, you had to accept that you had those feelings in the first place. 

During this week of you ghosting everyone, you weren’t the only one in question about their emotions. Min Ho to say the least has been snappier than ever to everyone. Most times, whenever you were around he would be at his nicest, you were someone who humbled him and brought him back to Earth but without you? He truly was something and someone you did not want to cross. The boy is a mess, he doesn’t know how long ago you guys haven’t talked for this long. Even if it was just a week, it felt like years. One thing Min Ho will do for you but never admit or do for anyone else is giving you space.

If he’s being honest with himself, he tried so incredibly hard not to fall for you or do anything that can potentially jeopardize his relationship with you but the moment he saw you at his party looking the way you did dancing on the dance floor, he knew he was done for. That’s why the whole week he has been so upset with himself for doing what he did that night, for calling you baby, for pretending to be your boyfriend, all of it, because now you weren’t even talking to him. It wasn’t until you texted him asking if he could come over where he finally felt the feeling of anxiousness leave his body.

Min Ho was standing at your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, debating on when to knock. That was until you beat him to it and just opened the door after hearing his shuffling from behind the door. Genuinely you were surprised, you didn't expect him to show up so fast, and with your favorite flowers too?

"Hi Min," you spoke with a smile before opening your door to let him in, "Come in please, you've been here countless of times so don't get shy on me now,"

He chuckled, taking off his shoes before stepping into your dorm, placing them among your other shoes and then following you to your room. Before sitting down, he handed you the flowers, "Here Y/N, I got you your favorites,"

"What's the occasion Min?" you asked taking the flowers and admiring them before placing them on your lap

"I just missed you that's all," he replied before sitting down next to you

You cleared your throat and started fiddling with your hands, "Min Ho I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a while," you spoke, "But if I'm honest I want to say I'm sorry for ghosting you for a week, I just needed time to figure out what I was feeling,"

Min Ho grabbed onto your hands and held them, preventing you from fiddling with your hands and causing you to look up at him, "It's okay Y/N, you know I would give you all the time in the world," he replied

Staring into his eyes, you knew you had to say it now or else you would never want to say it, "Min Ho, I'm in love with you," you said feeling so much lighter with that confession alone, "I think I always have been, but I wanted to be sure of it before I told you. I don't know when it exactly happened, but at one point the lines between being my best friend and wanting something more with you started to blur. So please tell me now if I'm just overthinking this whole thing and maybe I'm the only one who feels this way but-" you spoke before Min Ho leaned in to kiss you.

Your eyes widened in shock for a second before you closed your eyes finally kissing him back, melting into his touch and putting your hand onto his chest. If you could describe what the best thing that has happened to you, it would be this moment alone. The way your lips moved together in perfect synchronization, like you were both made for each other. Truly it could not compare to anything you've ever felt before.

Once you both pulled away, your forehead rested against Min Ho's, "You drive me crazy Y/N, I never even thought I had a chance with you but I'm so thankful all of our past romances led me here to you," he spoke

You smiled at his response, "So does that mean you love me too?"

"I love you more than words can describe, I mean I can show you in actions too?" He replied with a smirk

"Min Ho!" you gasped, playfully hitting his shoulder

He laughed at your reaction, "I'm kidding! I mean unless you were serious?"

You rolled your eyes playfully at the boy you were thankful to be in love with. At least this time you were sure this would be real.

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[hoshifighting]

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I DIDNT MEAN TO LOOK WHEN MINGYU WAS DANCING BUT I DID AMD THE SIGHT THAT I SAW WITH THEM SWEATPANTS MA’AM COULD YOU PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING THAT HAS TO DO WOTH LIKE WAYCHING THEM DO THIS AMD YEAH OKAY SORRY FOR YELLING. I JUST YEAH OKAY LOVE YOU BYE

Mingyu in grey sweatpants!

YES MA'AM I CAN HSDJSHDSHDSHD LOVE YOU TOO! I'm the biggest fan of grey sweatpants btw 🙏

the practice room was filled with the rhythmic beats of music, punctuated by the occasional laughter and banter between the members. Mingyu and Chan had been recording the "Wait" challenge for hours now, their energy infectious as they danced and goofed around.

but amidst the chaos, you sat quietly in the corner of the room, your gaze fixated on Mingyu's figure clad in grey sweatpants. you couldn't tear your eyes away from the way the fabric hugged his thighs and accentuated every movement of his body.

as the hours passed and the room emptied out, leaving only you and Mingyu behind, you made no effort to hide the hunger in your eyes. you watched intently as he moved around the room, his cock subtly outlined by the fabric of his sweatpants.

when Dino finally left the room, leaving just the two of you alone, Mingyu couldn't help but notice the intensity of your gaze. with a smirk playing on his lips, he sauntered over to where you were sitting, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"you couldn't take your eyes off my cock, could you?" he teased, his voice low and husky as he leaned in close to you. he could see the desire burning in your eyes, and he reveled in the knowledge that he was the one driving you wild with lust.

you swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away from him as he stood towering over you. "I-I couldn't help it," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "you just... looked so good in those sweatpants."

Mingyu chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "well, I'm glad you enjoyed the view," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "but now that we're alone, maybe I can give you an even better show."

with a mischievous grin, Mingyu lowered the waistband of his sweatpants, revealing his hard and sizable cock, which sprung eagerly from his boxers. you were already on your knees, your position betraying the eagerness with which you awaited his touch.

your lips wasted no time in enveloping the salty tip of his cock, sucking greedily as you worshipped him with your mouth. Mingyu threw his head back, a low groan escaping his lips as he surrendered to the pleasure of your talented mouth.

each suck and stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guided you, urging you to take him deeper. your eagerness only spurred him on, making his breath hitch.

you wasted no time in taking Mingyu's cock into your throat, your lips stretching to accommodate his impressive size. you knew that time was of the essence, the risk of being caught making your head spin.

Mingyu's senses were heightened, every sound and movement magnified as he remained on high alert for any sign of interruption.

"If you don't go faster, anyone can enter and see what a cock slut you are..."

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[cntloup]

Fem!Reader fluffy fluff, a lil suggestive at the end

Mornings for the Riley family are chaos... but organized chaos. At 0500, your husband gently pats your back and whispers in your ear “Wake up, lovie!” as you’re sprawled out on the white sheets posing as a starfish. You groan in displeasure and turn on your back with a quiet “hi”, voice hoarse from sleep. “Good mornin’, dove. Breakfast's ready. I'm gonna wake the kids up.” ‘Fuck! How does he do this every single day?’ you think as you set your feet on the floor, slightly shivering from the cold tiles. You finally get off the bed, letting out a loud yawn and go into the bathroom to start your morning routine. As you’re getting on with your “me time”, you hear the kids kick up a fuss, not wanting to get up and not liking mornings one bit. You smile to yourself since you don’t have to deal with that today. Yes, they’re your children and you love them dearly, but you deserve to have some time to yourself and leave the tough part of the morning to the lieutenant. You finish your business in the bathroom, finally shaken the sleep away and make your way to the kitchen to see the kids around the table and your husband by the oven, filling everyone’s plate. “Good morning, guys!” you say with a smile. “Good mornin’, mommy.” they mumble unenthusiastically with sleepy voices. You let out a chuckle since you know Simon had to drag them out of their beds by the annoyed looks on their faces. “Lookin’ good, LT!” you murmur as you slap his ass lightly and he turns around with a smirk and pulls you in for a quick kiss. You take a sit at the table “You didn’t have to wait for me.” “ ‘course we did. We always wait for mommy, right?” he asks the kids, awaiting an answer “Yeeess.” they drag out the word irritated. He chuckles as he shakes his head. He puts your plates in front of you and takes his sit beside you. You eat your breakfast with little to no words. You finish it quickly and get to work; check everyone’s bags for the right books and stuff as the sleepy heads tend to forget and make mistakes sometimes, make every one’s lunch except Simon because you two go to the usual cafe you go every day on your lunch breaks. Get the kids dressed and send them away when the school bus arrives, “Be careful and behave, guys. I love you.” you call out as you stand on the porch waving them goodbye and they turn around and blow kisses with their hands making you smile with contentment. You close the door and go into the bedroom to get ready for work, seeing your husband already dressed in his uniform. “Hey.” you mutter as you pull him in for kiss, this time longer, not wanting to let go. You finally pull away “Fuck! Go before I rip that uniform off you.” “Yes, ma’am.” he replies as he pats your ass and winks “See you at lunch, lovie.” “See you too, Si. Bye.” you wave at him as he leaves. ‘FUCK!! Maybe in the cafe bathroom?’ you think to yourself ‘Nah, that’s nasty... or is it?’ ‘Yea but who cares?’ you finish your thoughts hoping he would agree to take you in the cafe bathroom since you might (definitely) not be able to get him out of your head after seeing him in full gear. Although, he’s always on your mind at every moment of the day. He's the love of your life after all. 

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[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

My Cute Nerdy Boy

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song: Girl I see in my dreams - Twnie)

16-year-old Nanami quietly walked down the hallway. No one really acknowledge him, but every now and then, he would hear whispers about him. No finger pointing, but students aren’t exactly quiet.

“You finished my homework?” A white-haired teen appeared in front of him. Nanami nodded and handed Gojo a folder that contained his essay.

“It should give you an A,” Nanami said quietly while avoiding eye contact. To be fair, Gojo’s bright blue eyes can be intimidating sometimes. Or mesmerizing. Depending on how people see them as. Gojo skimmed through the papers.

“You’re making me sound too smart,” he said.

“Sorry,” Nanami said quietly. Gojo leaned in closer to his ear, hand by the ear.

“What?!” Nanami flinched at the loud volume of his voice.

“Sorry,” Nanami said slightly louder.

“Oi! Where’s my homework?” Geto asked as he walked up behind Gojo. Mentally, Nanami sighed as he gave Geto his essay. Geto smiled.   “Thanks, nerd,” Geto said. “Let’s go, Satoru.”

They turned around to head to class. Nanami sighed and walked to his locker to grab his materials for class.

“OH! THERE’S MY FAVORITE PRETTY LADY!” Nanami looked over to his right. There you were, smiling as you walked down the hallway. He watched Geto and Gojo run over to you. “How’s your morning, Princess?” You shrugged.

“It was fine. Just like every other morning,” you answered.

“Satoru, that’s a lame question,” Geto said.

“And you can do better, Suguru?” you asked with a raised brow. Geto smirked, leaning in closer to you.

“Do you know how your day can get better?” he asked. You stared at him, waiting for an answer. “You and I go on a date.” You giggled. They always flirt with you, but they were always nice to you.  

“Sorry, Suguru,” you said. “Besides aren’t you dating Keiko?”

“I dumped her.” You shook your head.

“That’s a shame. She’s a sweet one.”

“But you’re sweeter.”

“You need better pick up lines,” you said. “I’ll see you two later.” You turned and waved at Nanami. “Hi, Kento.” Nanami, being shy, waved back. You smiled back before unlocking your locker that was close by to Nanami’s. Gojo stood close behind you.

“You don’t gotta talk to the nerd,” he said quietly, but still loud enough for Nanami to hear him.

“Leave Kento alone,” you said sternly.

“Yes, ma’am,” the two said as if their mother reprimanded them. The bell rang and you shut your locker. You said bye to both Gojo and Geto and then walked to class. When you left, Nanami closed his locker, ready to follow you but Geto and Gojo blocked his way.

“Don’t get any ideas thinking you’re all that because she spoke to you,” Geto said.

“I’ll make her mine before anyone else,” Gojo said confidently. Geto sighed and smacked the back of his head.

“To be fair, Nanami would be better for her than you Satoru.”

“WHAT?!”

Nanami slipped away from them. With his head lowered, he walked to class. He found you talking to other students in the back. He blushed to the sounds of your soft laughs. With one last look, he took his seat in the front.

Class flew by. Your teacher asked you to stay behind. As students walked to the hallway, you walked up to the teacher’s desk. Slowly, Nanami was packing his things.

“You need a tutor,” your teacher said. You gave him a nervous smile. “I see your efforts. I see you jotting down notes, but you’re not understanding the concepts too well. I can’t blame you though, Anatomy and Physiology can be difficult for students. You have potential.” He looked around the class and smiled. “Nanami-kun, I have a favor.” Nanami walked over to the two of you.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

“I hope you don’t mind tutoring,” he said and looked at you. You bushed.

“There’s no need, Kento. I can go to tutoring sessions and—”

“Nanami-kun is the best student in your grade and he has the highest grade in class. I would love for him to tutor you, if it’s okay with him.”

“I-I don’t mind,” Nanami said as he slightly turned away from you so you don’t see him blushing.

“Great! I knew I can count on you!” The teacher got up and left, leaving the two of you alone in the classroom.

“If you don’t want to, it’s really okay! I can figure it out on my own.” Nanami shook his head.

“We can go to my house after school if you’re available. Or your house. Whichever is fine.” He watched a smile form on your face.

“Meet me at the front?” Nanami smiled and nodded.

“Sure.”

He helped you take your jacket off and hung it on the coat rack of his house. Shyly, you thanked him, mostly because of his gentleman-like gesture. You followed him up the stairs, your backpack on Nanami’s shoulder and textbooks in his arms. You always knew he was kind, but you found this over-the-top kind. And it made your heart flutter.

When you entered his bedroom, you weren’t too surprised at his cleanliness. Nanami presents himself as a neat student, you can only assume how well put together he is. His bedroom is neat and organized with minimal items inside the room. Nanami placed your backpack on the floor by his bed.

“Do you want anything to drink? Or eat?” he asked, his eyes avoiding yours.

“Tea, please,” you replied. Nanami nodded.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

And swiftly, Nanami left the room. You cautiously moved around, not wanting to knock anything over; if there’s anything to knock over. But you can be clumsy and trip over nothing. Slowly, you sat on his bed and took out your notebook and textbooks. You started to write more notes down, hoping it would help you understand the material better. Chapter of the week, cardiac. But, you quickly lost focus and started to doodle hearts.

“That’s completely different from what we’re learning,” he said with a tray in his hands. You jumped, nearly causing him to drop it.

“I-I’m sorry! I almost made you drop the tray!” you exclaimed with a blushed face. Nanami just gave you a soft smile and placed the tray on the night table.

“It’s okay,” he said. He walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down next to you. “May I?” You nodded and handed him your notebook.

“Cardiac is hard.”

“It could be. Which other topics from the last chapters did you have trouble with?”

“Respiratory. Immunity. Oh! And hematologic! Just wait until we get to neuro. I might you need 24/7 for that.”

The two of you avoided each other’s gaze and blushed. Nanami couldn’t help but smile. The idea of helping you and being with you brought him to joy.

Thoroughly he explained everything step by step. And you appreciated the fact that he dumbed down the information, trying to make the topic more relatable with regular life analogies. He even printed out worksheets for you, something you were attempting to try to do when you get home. By the end of the day, Nanami walked you home.

“You didn’t have to bring me home, Kento,” you said.

“It’s dark outside.” You nodded with a smile, appreciating his chivalrous gesture.

“Can you tutor me again tomorrow?”

“Whenever you need help, I’ll be there,” he said with a smile. His smile made you smile. You love it when he smiles.

“Thank you, Kento.”

To his surprise, you waited for him by both of your lockers the next day for the past two weeks. You get excited when you told him how well you were doing with the worksheets he gave you. It made you excited that you are able to understand the concepts better.

“I guess I’m not so dumb anymore,” you said with a small laugh while he walked you home. Nanami smiled. He carried your heavy backpack with his and both of your textbooks, despite your constant refusal.

“You were never dumb,” he said. “You just need a different way of studying.”

“I-I guess so,” you said. Your cell phone suddenly rang. Without looking at the caller I.D., you answered.

“Are you free tonight, pretty lady?” Gojo asked.

“No,” you swiftly answered.

“What? What better way to spend your Friday night than with me?” he asked teasingly. Nanami could hear everything. Gojo isn’t the quietest person in the world. The man loves to be heard.

“Kento,” you replied happily.

“Aw come on! The quiet nerd?”

“Yes the quiet nerd,” you repeated irritably. “Satoru, quit making fun of him! He’s an awesome guy! At least Suguru is a little nicer.” ‘She’s not wrong,’ Nanami thought. He would rather tolerate Geto.

“Fine, fine. Whatever. I’ll call you tomorrow, pretty lady.” Annoyed, you shut your phone rather loudly.

“Such a jerk,” you muttered. “How am I friends with this headache?”

“Th-Thank you,” Nanami said quietly. Your anger simmered and you looked at him with curious eyes.

“For what?”

“Defending me.”

“Well someone should! Every time I hear someone talk crap about you, I tell them off! Kento, you’re too nice.  You’re the sweetest man alive,” you said.

“You-You do that for me?” he asked slowly. You nodded.

“They listen to me,” you said with a bright smile. “Satoru is naturally a jerk. Suguru feeds off from him, so they’re just stupid jerks.” You were busy ranting to notice Nanami looking at you with the softest eyes. He could feel his heart burst with joy. He always believed that you were way out of his league and here you are, constantly defending him. “What should we do tonight, Kento?” Nanami blushed. In his mind, it was as if you two were trying to have a date. But he knew you wouldn’t go out with someone like him.

“What do you usually do?” he asked.

“Anything that seems fun at the moment,” you answered. “I’m usually with Shoko Friday nights but she’s still on vacation with her family. Maybe we could watch a movie or something. Oh! There’s this new café that opened a month ago. I haven’t had a chance to go try it out.”

“We could go now,” he suggested.

You were excited. You picked out several different pastries: a lemon bar, croissants with whipped cream and berries, blueberry cheesecake slice, and a slice of green tea cake. Nanami just chose a large ham sandwich with cheese that’s on a buttery baguette. When the cashier rang you two up, Nanami quickly gave the cashier his card. He then carried the tray to the table with you following behind him. You thanked him happily and took a bite of the pastries.

“This meets beyond expectations,” you said. “Here, try this.” Nanami isn’t a fan of sweets, but he’ll do it for you. When he took a bite, he smiled.

“You’re right. It is good,” he said.

You got to know Nanami more while he tutored you. You always knew that he’s a kind and sweet guy. He’s also smart, quiet, and a complete gentleman. You get to learn that his favorite food is bread. He prefers coffee over tea. He’s very honest and his blunt statements either make you laugh or feel embarrassed.

“Kento, how come you never had a girlfriend?” you asked curiously. “Any girl would be so lucky to have you.” You watched his face turn pink that reached up to the tip of his ears. “Do you like anyone?” The shade turned dark, and you couldn’t help but continue to tease him now. “I bet it’s me, right?” You giggled.

Nanami couldn’t find his voice. His loud, thumping heart washed out the noises around him. He stretched the collar of his shirt, hoping it would help him cool down.

“I-I do like you,” he slowly and quietly answered reluctantly. “For a while now.” You looked at him with big and surprised eyes.

“You-You do?” you asked softly and shyly. Nanami nodded.

“About three years ago.” And that surprised you even more. Nanami is good at keeping his stoic look. He is usually difficult to read, and to this day, you still can’t read how he truly feels.

“I-I never knew that,” you said.

“You haven’t dated anyone too, though,” he said.

“You noticed?” He nodded. “You’re observant.”

“I-I mean, when it comes to you I am.” You couldn’t help but smile. You started to blush, mustering up the courage to say more.

“Would you believe me if I said that I’ve been crushing on you since elementary school?” you asked. This time, it was his turn to stare at you with big, surprised eyes. “Ever since you helped me get my teddy bear back from Mahito in the playground. You sat next to me while I cried. And in middle school, my pencil broke in the middle of an exam and you were the only one that noticed and handed me an extra one. That same day of the exam, I forgot my lunch and you let me have half of your sandwich. My feelings for you grew at that point but you never looked interested.”

“I’m typically good at hiding my expressions.”

“I see that.” The two of you chuckled. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked, finally feeling the confidence to ask the question and at the same time, knowing you would say yes. Your smile said it all.

“I would love to.”

He held your hand as the two of you walked around Tokyo for the rest of the night. And just like always, he remained a gentleman. He made sure you walked away from the streets, gave you his sweater the moment you shivered, and opened the doors for you. By the end of the night, he walked you home, where the two of you shyly hugged.

“Can I do one more thing?” you asked. Nanami nodded. He watched you grow nervous as you bit the bottom of your lip. He watched you slowly look up at him. You stood on your toes, your hands gently on his chest, and lightly kissed his lips. Nanami froze and before he could kiss you back, you pulled away. “Call me when you get home, okay?”

“Okay sweetheart.” You blushed. Nanami chuckled and leaned down, kissing you one last time for the night.

Nanami woke up early. He planned to arrive at your house to surprise you. He wanted to walk with you to school. And, he wanted to meet up to your expectations of him on being the best boyfriend. He wants you to have the best and he wants to be your best.

“Kento!” you exclaimed in surprise, your hair half up and down and a section is curled. “What are you doing here?”

“I, um…” Nerves got to him, leaving him speechless. He cleared his throat. “I wanted to walk with you to school.” A wide smile formed on your face. You opened the door wider for him to enter inside. “Your parents aren’t home?”

“They left early this morning for a business trip,” you answered. “They’re usually away, so I typically get to have the house to myself. Pretty neat, huh?”

“Doesn’t it get lonely?”

“It does, but you won’t let me get lonely. Right Kento?” Nanami blushed. You giggled and kissed his cheek before going up the stairs. He followed you. Your bedroom is brighter, painted a lilac color with light gray and purple bedding. You had a large bookshelf filled with books and a desk with a laptop and cluttered books on top. Along with that, there’s a mirror against the wall. “Get yourself comfortable, Kento! I’m just gonna finish my hair.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Take your time.”

He laid on your bed. It was so soft that he felt like he was on a cloud. His arms rested behind his head as he looked over at you at your desk. He blushed watching you curl your hair. No matter what you do, you were beautiful in his eyes. He smiled. He felt like the luckiest man alive.

“You always had long hair,” he commented.

“I thought you like girls with long hair?” you asked curiously.

“I just like you,” he said. You turned away blushing a deep red, finishing up your hair. Nanami chuckled, watching your reaction from your mirror.

“Well,” you said as you stood up from your chair. You twirled around, your hair flowing with you. “What do you think, Kento?” Nanami stood up and walked towards you. He curled a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Beautiful,” he said. He leaned in and kissed your forehead. “All ready to go now?” You nodded. Nanami took your backpack off the floor and your textbooks that lay on your desk. Both of the backpacks rested on his one shoulder and he used his right arm to carry both of your textbooks. He held his hand out for you when you two reached the front door. “Let’s go.” Happily, you took his hand and left. You playfully swung both of your arms.

“You sure you never had a girlfriend, Kento? Seems like you know what you’re doing,” you asked curiously.

“I watch how my father takes care of my mother,” he said. “And so, I decided that I have to take it up a notch.”

“Your parents raised you well,” you said happily and kissed his hand.

Nerves started to build up within Nanami the closer they were to the school. He was about to let go of your hand, but you held it tighter. Whispers surrounded you two and curiosities filled the students. The females awed at the sight of the two of you but the males gave Nanami a look.

“Really? You chose him over me?” Gojo questioned with a pain expression. You ignored him, dragging Nanami with you to your lockers. “Oh, is my pretty lady playing hard to get? How did nerdy boy do it? Huh?” Gojo was about to hold you, but Nanami was swift and tightly held Gojo’s wrist.

“Don’t touch my girl,” he said. His voice was low, but even you can hear the slight malice in them. Your heart skipped a beat. You were ready to stop Gojo yourself, but your boyfriend beat you to it.

“And you’ll do what? Nerdy boy is gonna cry and beg me to leave her alone?”

“Hey! Quit making fun of him!” you yelled at Gojo, causing eyes of the students to divert to you three. “You’re being such a huge jackass right now. Leave my boyfriend alone. He’s a way better man than you.”

“Oh come on, babe! You never even gave me a chance!”

“I told you, I don’t date just anyone,” you said with your arms crossed. Nanami watched you. Your eyebrows furrowed and your bottom lip jutted out. If that was you angry, he wouldn’t mind making you angry every now and then. All he could think of was just kissing those pouty lips of yours.

Gojo slightly put his sunglasses down, eyeing Nanami. He took one step closer, far enough where you don’t have to intervene.

“I’ve known her since we were in diapers,” Gojo said. “That’s why she tolerates me and I mess with her. And I let her yell at me. Don’t break her heart. I’ll break your goddamn face if you do.” Nanami confidently nodded.

“And stop making him do your homework. Do your own homework. Both you and Suguru. Treat my man with respect,” you said.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Give Kento a chance.”

“Yes ma’am.” You smiled and patted Gojo’s head like a well-behaved puppy.

“Good boy.” You then held Nanami’s hand. “Let’s go Kento.”

You let Nanami lead the way and to your surprise, he led you to an empty stairwell. Nanami gently closed the door and brought you into the corner under the stairs. You were about to speak, but Nanami cupped your face and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back with the same intensity. When Nanami pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Thank you,” he said softly. “Thank you for defending me.”

“I told you that I tell off the people who aren’t nice to you,” you said. Nanami smiled and kissed your forehead.

“I promise that I’m going to be the best for you. I’ll be a man that you deserve,” he said softly as his gaze never left you and his thumb gently caressed your cheek. “And if you want me to change, I’ll change for you. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

“You’re so sweet Kento,” you said with a smile. “You don’t have to change for me, silly. Just be you. You are the best for me right now.”

Ten years passed. You happily smiled when Nanami made it to the lobby. The two of you finished work, but you stayed the extra hours because you wanted to wait for your boyfriend. He gave you a tired smile and a kiss on the lips as he held you tightly by the waist.

“How’s my favorite girl doing?” he asked.

“Fantastic now that you’re here,” you answered.

“How’s the meeting with my father?” you asked excitedly. The fact that your parents adore Nanami and immediately found him like a son brought a rush of relief to you when he first met them. And once you two went to the same college, they were adamant that he was going to run your parents’ business with you by his side. So now, he’s training under your father.

“Your father is impressed with me,” he said. “So, it definitely went well.” Your smile brightened. Nanami opened the passenger door for you. ‘He never changes,’ you thought happily. Nanami Kento is still the smart and quiet teenage boy you met. But he became a little more outgoing (thanks to Gojo and Geto). His appearance changed from the lean, long blonde hair boy to a masculine man with shorter blonde hair that he likes to part and push back away from his face. He is still a gentleman as ever, if anything, he became sweeter to you over the years if that was even possible.

“I hired Satoru and Suguru,” you said. “That’s okay with you, right?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” he said. “They came a long way and proven their worth for the company.” You sighed in relief. “Want to go the café where we confessed each other in high school?”

“Yes please!”

The two of you sat happily by the window. Excitedly, you took a bite of the croissant filled with sweet cream and berries. Your body relaxed while Nanami felt fulfilled to get a bite of his favorite sandwich. “This place has yet to disappoint,” you said. “10 years later, and its just the same as ever.”

“It is our place,” Nanami said softly as he held your hand. You blushed. It definitely was. The two of you would go to the café weekly after school, even during your college days. “Close your eyes.” You eagerly nodded and did. You wonder what he could surprise you with. You didn’t notice anything on him. But when you felt something slide on to your left ring finger, you immediately opened your eyes. Nanami held a nervous look on his face. His cheeks were pink and he shyly avoided your gaze.

Your eyes slowly moved down to your finger and noticed a diamond engagement ring. You couldn’t help but look up at Nanami with tears welding in your eyes.

“Kento,” you whispered.

“I wanted to propose here,” he said. “But there’s a lot of people right now, so I couldn’t go on one knee. But I also got impatient and—” Nanami stopped himself and took a deep breath before looking at you with confidence. “Sweetheart, will you marry me?” A smile spread across your face and you wiped your tears away.

“Yes, Kento. I’ll marry you,” you answered happily. Nanami leaned forwards to cup your face and gave you a quick, passionate kiss. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”.

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Big Brown Eyes - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You’re a single mom and when you drop your son off at Dustin’s while you go to work, you meet his new friend Eddie. 

Note: So, this really just came about because I wanted cute interactions between both Eddie and Steve with a little boy. I might write more in this verse if people like this?

Warnings: single mom, reader x ex steve, stancy is together, mechanic!eddie, i think that’s it?

Words: 5.6k

[Part 2 | Big Brown Eyes masterlist]

“Hello, you’ve reached the Hendersons. Sorry we missed your call-.”

“Shit,” you mutter. You sigh and rub a hand over your face. You purse your lips in thought and tilt your head from side to side before picking up the phone again. Thankfully, this time there’s a response.

“Hello?”

“Max, hey! Do you know where the goonies are hanging out today? I’m trying to find Dustin,” you say.

“They’re all at his house. None of them would shut up about the campaign at school yesterday. Why? Everything okay?” Max asks.

“Yeah, fine. I just have to head to work and need someone to watch Ev. I know you have the evening shift at the diner tonight or I would’ve asked you.”

“Where’s Steve?” Max asks.

“Out of town for the day with the Wheelers. Holly had a dance recital somewhere near Indianapolis,” you tell her.

“Mike didn’t go,” she says with a snort. “He’s at Dustin’s with the rest of them.”

“What a loving brother,” you deadpan.

“One of the guys can watch Ev. I know for a fact Lucas has no plans tonight so don’t let him try to make any excuses.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you say. “Alright, I’ll try the house again. Thanks, Max.”

“No problem.”

With a sigh, you hang up and pick up the receiver again, your finger jamming into the familiar numbers for Dustin’s house.

It rings. And rings. And rings.

“Hey! Hello?” An out of breath Dustin gasps on the other line.

“You all good there?” you ask.

“Oh, hey. Yeah. I’m fine. Was that you who called before? Sorry, it was the final roll of the dice,” he explains, as if that makes it evident why he wouldn’t answer the phone. You can hear the others shouting in the background. You can’t tell if it’s in happiness that they won the campaign, or anger because they failed.

“Uh huh,” you say. “Listen, one of the girls at work called in sick and I said I’d come help out. Could you or one of the boys watch Everett for me, pretty please? It’ll just be for a few hours.”

“Sure, bring him on by. We all know I’m his favorite.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes fondly. There’s no way to deny it, Everett always lights up when he sees his Uncle Dusty Buns.

“Okay, we’ll be there in ten. Thanks, Dustin,” you say.

“Don’t thank me until you get him back in one piece. Bye.”

You chuckle to yourself as you hang up the phone. A squeak sounds behind you and you smirk to yourself at the familiar sound of Everett’s little sneakers hitting the linoleum tile of the kitchen floor. Slowly spinning around on your heel, you catch a pair of big brown eyes staring at you from around the corner. Out of the many things Everett had inherited from Steve, his eyes were what people noticed first. They were nearly identical to his father’s. His hair was also growing similarly, but Everett was still too young to tell if it would be quite as high as Steve’s.

“Is someone spying on me?” you ask.

“Nooooo,” you hear as his tiny head hides back around the corner. His giggling would be enough to give him away even if it weren’t for the scuffling of his feet against the floor.

“I think someone is. I think I was being watched,” you say. You creep around the corner and snatch him up in your arms. The muscles in your arms and back protest at how big and heavy he’s getting.

“By who?” Everett asks innocently. Those damn doe eyes look up at you under thick lashes. It was truly uncanny.

“You, mister!” You dig your fingers into his side, knowing his left is the most ticklish. He squeals and struggles in your grip, trying to break free.

“Mommy, no!” he calls between bouts of laughter.

“Everett, yes!” you answer before peppering kisses all over his face.

He pulls away from your kisses and the two of you look at each other, similar smiles reflecting each other. At least that’s something he got from you. He reaches up to move some hair that’s fallen into your face. It’s more of a smack than a gentle motion, but you know the intention was sweet.

“You’re silly,” he says fondly.

“Oh yeah? Well guess where silly mommy is taking you, Mr. Troublemaker?” you say.

“Toys?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. As if this kid wasn’t spoiled enough by his parents, aunts, uncles, and everyone else who knows him. His obsession with the toy store has stuck with him ever since Karen Wheeler took him there for his third birthday a few months back. You were thankful she watched him as often as she did, and that she spoiled him like her own grandchild, but this obsession was wearing on both your nerves and bank account.

“No,” you say. “Don’t you think you have enough toys? Never mind, don’t answer that, you. Nope, I’m taking you to Uncle Dusty Bun’s.”

Everett’s eyes lit up and he began to bounce in your arms. “Dusty! Dusty!”

More often than not, he called Dustin “Uncle Dusty Bun” in full, but he often reverted to “Dusty” when he was excited or angry. Dustin was never referred to by his actual name by you or Steve when Everett was born, both of you thinking it would be hilarious to give him the nickname instead. Dustin was less than thrilled at first, but the nickname didn’t seem so bad once you asked him to be Everett’s God father as well.

“Yep, come on.” You set Everett down so he can get his little backpack from his room. Whenever Everett went to somebody’s house he packed his favorite toy dinosaur, one of his coloring books, and a handful of crayons with him in his bag.

He runs off, most likely giving the family that lived in the apartment underneath yours a ceiling rattling boom, and you step into the bathroom. Working at the library meant that you didn’t have a uniform you needed to wear. As long as your clothes looked somewhat professional, your hair was neat, and your makeup wasn’t wild, you were good to go. You fix the hair that Everett had swatted and neaten up the rest of it.

Everett jumps into the doorway of the bathroom, blue backpack on and ready to go. “Let’s gooooo!”

“Can’t wait to get away from your mom, huh?” you tease him. You ruffle his dark hair as you pass him, grabbing your purse and keys from the kitchen counter. His loud footsteps echo behind you as you walk to the front door.

“Daddy home?” Everett asks as you’re locking the door behind you.

“Hmm?” you look to Everett who is gazing across the parking lot at the adjoining apartment building where Steve lives. “Oh, no, Daddy isn’t home right now. But he’ll be back by dinner time.”

“Will he make me take a bath?” Everett wrinkles his nose up in distaste as he slips his hand into yours.

“If he doesn’t, I will,” you tell him. You lead him down the stairs to the first floor, Everett jumping with two feet down each step. He hums a song to himself as you walk to the car. Though he hates sitting in it, Everett has become adept at securing his own car seat, which has saved you countless minutes over the past few weeks. “All buckled in?”

He nods to you in your rear-view mirror, and you pull out of the parking lot. It’s not a long ride to Dustin’s but Everett insists on the radio anyway. You weren’t sure when he developed such a love of music, but you’re pretty sure he recognizes more songs on the radio than you do. Love Shack comes on and Everett begins to wiggle in his seat, dancing along to the beat. You were glad the meaning of the song went over his head, and he just enjoys the silly sounds the song makes.

Everett knows the way to Dustin’s and gets more excited the closer you get to his house. He begins to look out the window, straining his neck as if that will help him see his favorite uncle sooner. As you pull up to the Henderson house, you notice a number of cars parked out front. So, the guys were still here.

“Looks like you’re seeing more than just Uncle Dusty Bun,” you tell him as you swing your car into the driveway. You would only be here five minutes; it doesn’t matter if you’re blocking anyone in.

“Who?” Everett asks.

“Let’s go see,” you say, pulling the key out of the ignition.

While your son has no issues getting into his car seat, he hasn’t gotten the hang of unbuckling it yet. He’s grateful when you free him from the confines, hopping out of the car with his little backpack, and running up to the front door. Even on his tiptoes he can’t quite reach the doorbell, so he settles on banging on the door with his little fists instead.

“Easy, Ev,” you say as you come up next to him. You go to press the doorbell but the front door swings open before you get the chance.

“Hey, I thought I heard the little monster out here!” Dustin grins and bends down, letting Everett run into his arms. “How you doing, kiddo?”

“Good!” Everett says as he wraps his arms around Dustin’s neck. “Got my dino.”

“Well, of course you do!” Dustin says. He lets go of the boy, who rushes past him into the living room. The loud hum of boys talking reaches you at the door and you nod your head inside.

“Whole crew here?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Dustin replies. “Oh, wait! Come here, you haven’t met everyone who’s here.”

Dustin closes the door behind you as you step inside. Your brow furrows in confusion as you slip your hands into your back pockets. The house smells like microwaved pizza and like one of the boys is wearing cheap cologne. It’s dark in the house, which makes you roll your eyes, because the boys always insist the room must be dark when playing DND.

“What do you mean? Not just Lucas, Mike, and Will?” you ask.

“We made a new friend,” Dustin says.

“A nerdy friend, I’m guessing,” you mumble under your breath as you follow Dustin into the living room. You can hear Everett babbling to someone, which doesn’t surprise you in the least. Besides you and Steve, his favorite people in the world are in this room.

“My sister!” Will cries as he throws his arm over your shoulders. You chuckle to yourself, forgetting when the joke that you were Will’s older sister even started. He’d always been like a little brother to you, so it came naturally enough. You turn your head to look at him and frown when you have to tilt your head up.

“Why are you still growing? You’re already taller than me,” you say.

“Have been for a few years now,” he says with a wink, and you playfully push him off you.

You expect to find Everett either clinging to Mike’s legs or being held in Lucas’s arms, but the two are arguing with each other on the opposite side of the room with no toddler in sight. Everett is never quiet, however, so you just have to turn yourself in the direction of his voice.

“M’not afraid of spiders!” he’s saying. “Spider-man is my favorite!”

Everett is leaning against a fluffy maroon couch cushion, his backpack at his feet, and his eyes focused on the boy sitting next to him. But he is not a boy. He’s a man, your age or maybe a year older. He’s grinning down at your son, the smile knocking the breath from you. You don’t think you’ve ever once swooned in your life, but that’s the best word you think of to describe the feeling. Dark curls fell just past his shoulders and his dark eyes – why did dark eyes haunt you everywhere? – crinkled in the corners as he listened to Everett.

“Yeah? I like spiders, too,” the man says. He adjusts his hand on his lap and the glinting of one of his rings catches Everett’s attention.

“S’pretty,” Everett says. He takes the man’s hand in his own little ones and inspects the different rings he’s wearing. You’re shocked. Everett is usually shy with new people. He’ll barely say hello to a stranger, let alone hold someone’s hand.

“Thank you,” he tells your son. He’s smiling so adoringly at Everett that it quickens your heartbeat even further.

“Eddie,” Dustin calls from behind you. The man picks his head up and looks at Dustin, before turning his gaze on you. He smiles again and you feel pinned in place.

“You must be this wonderful little boy’s mother,” he says. Everett lets go of his hand and walks over to you, hugging one of your legs. Eddie stands up from the couch and steps right in front of you, offering you his hand. “I’m Eddie.”

“Eddie,” Everett repeats down by your legs, causing Eddie to chuckle.

“Y/N,” you tell Eddie. You slip your hand in his and notice the roughness of callouses and the coolness of the rings as he shakes it.

“Eddie works down at the garage,” Dustin says, coming up alongside you. “He noticed the DND bumper sticker on my car when I brought it in the other day. Needless to say, we became fast friends. This was his first campaign with us.”

“You have far more patience than I do,” you tell Eddie. “When I try to play with them, they just yell at me.”

“Well, he actually knows what he’s doing,” Mike quips with a smirk as he walks by you.

“When’s that English paper due, Michael? You know, the one on Pride and Prejudice, which you haven’t even read? Didn’t you want me to help you with that?”

“I take it back!” Mike calls from the kitchen. “I love you!”

You smile to yourself and look back to Eddie, who’s smiling at you the same way he smiled at Everett. It should feel patronizing, to be smiled at the same way that a baby was, but it’s flattering. It’s an adoring smile which floods heat to your cheeks.

“I was going to ask how you put up with these guys, but I see you can handle them no problem,” Eddie says.

“Well, when you work at the library and they come there to study and beg you for help, you tend to have the upper hand,” you say with a shrug.

Eddie chuckles. He pats Dustin on the arm. “I’m heading out. Next Saturday, right?”

“Yeah! Look forward to you being the DM. Mike’s been doing it forever,” Dustin says.

“Heard that!” Mike calls.

Eddie crouches down to be on eyelevel with Everett. “It was nice to meet you, little dude. Can I get a high five?” Everett grins and slaps his hand against Eddie’s. It hardly could have hurt but Eddie shakes his hand out as if stung. “Wow! You’re a strong boy. You must eat all your vegetables.”

Everett looks up at you and grins, proud.

“That he does,” you say, petting along his hair. You crouch down as Eddie stands back up. “You’re going to be good for Uncle Dusty Bun, right?” Out of your peripheral vision you can see the smirk Eddie gives Dustin at the nickname.

“Mhmm,” Everett nods.

“Okay, good. I love you,” you press a kiss to his cheek and pull him into your arms.

He squeezes you back tightly and mumbles a “love you too” against your neck. You stand up and Everett takes Dustin’s hand, already dragging him back to the couch.

“Walk you out?” Eddie asks. He motions for you to head out first, so you do. You open the front door, and he steps out behind you. “He’s a cute kid.”

“Thanks,” you say. The two of you walk to the driveway together and Eddie leans against the van that your car is parked behind.

“But it makes sense, though,” Eddie says. “With a beautiful mom and all.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out from your chest and you look at the ground shyly. You feel the heat go all the way up to the tips of your ears. You’re about to respond by saying he looks more like his dad than he does you, but that might sound like you’re trying to interject Everett’s dad into the conversation as if the two of you are still together.

“Well, thanks,” you say again. You were never particularly good at flirting or being flirted with. Steve often used this to his advantage by flustering you on purpose and the look on Eddie’s face says he might be the kind of guy to do the same thing. “I guess I’m blocking you in. I should get going.”

“Do you often come by here on Saturdays?” Eddie asks as you start to turn away from him. You turn back and give him a smile.

“I’m not here for their DND days. Like I said, I get yelled at. But sometimes Dustin will watch him on Saturdays when I’ve got to head to work. Like today.”

“Libraries are open on the weekends?” Eddie asks.

“Saturday until three, Sunday closed,” you tell him with a shrug. “So, I only have to be there for a little while today.”

“You know, you don’t look like a librarian,” Eddie tells you with a smirk. He crosses his arms over his chest, and you can’t help but giggle.

“Well, I’m not a librarian. I just work there. But out of curiosity, what do librarians look like?” You know you need to leave for work, but you walk over and lean next to Eddie against the van.

He shrugs, his leather jacket creaking with the movement. “You know. Usually old. Hair pulled up in a tight bun on the top of their head. Glasses hanging from a chain around their neck. Old lady sweaters and a permanent scowl on their face.”

You laugh and rest your head back against the van. “You just described my boss pretty well, so you may have a point.” With a sigh, you push yourself off the van. You didn’t want to head to work before, but now you really wish you didn’t have to go. “Um,” you say. You didn’t intend to say anything, but your mouth opened anyway. A lightbulb goes off in your head and you look at Eddie. “Dustin said you work at the garage, right?”

“Sure do.” Eddie nods in confirmation. “The one on Blossom Trail off Highway Eight. Or is it eighteen? I’m new to Hawkins.”

“Oh yeah? Where from?” you ask.

“Over near Evansville. My uncle lives out here, so I thought I’d see what Hawkins is all about,” he says.

“And are you sorely disappointed so far?” you ask with a laugh, gesturing to the quiet, empty street around you.

“Definitely not.” He grins at you again and the butterflies feel as if they may actually bust out of you this time. Eddie watches you get flustered again and you lick over your lips, remembering your initial question for him.

“So, what days do you work this week? I need to bring my car in for an oil change. The light keeps flashing and one of these days the car’s just gonna stop on me altogether.”

“For an oil change?” Eddie raises his eyebrows at you, then shakes his head. “Sweetheart, don’t bring your car in for that. I can do that for free. Save your money.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you say. Handouts were one thing you consistently tried to avoid since you’d found out you were pregnant. You hated feeling like people felt sorry for you when they didn’t need to. Was being a young mom hard? Yeah, but worth it.

“No, come on,” Eddie says. “They’ll charge you fees and taxes and for the labor when I’ve got the oil sitting right in my shed at home. Really, it’s just sitting there. It’ll go bad if it isn’t used.”

You had no idea if that was actually true or not, but Eddie was gambling that you didn’t have the knowledge to call his bluff one way or the other. Eddie’s pleading eyes are what push you over the edge. It seems impossible that here was another man with beautiful brown eyes who knew how to use them against you.

“Okay,” you finally cave. “Sure. I can bring it by your place.”

“Don’t be silly, I can swing by after work one day. You’re a mom, I’m not going to make you come to me and take time away from your kid.”

The thoughtfulness makes you smile. You motion for Eddie to follow you over to your car. He watches as you bend over into the car – his eyes taking their time – to grab your purse. After rifling through it, you pull out a pen.

“I don’t think I have any paper,” you say. Eddie grins and offers you his hand. You chuckle and take his hand in one of yours. There’s the slightest bit of grease stains under his short nails and his fingers are long, his palm large. You scribble your number onto his palm and stick the pen back in your purse. “I usually get home from work about six-thirty on weekdays and Ev goes to bed around eight.”

“I get home around seven, so that’s perfect timing. I’ll call you soon,” Eddie says.

“Yeah?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

“Monday if you want,” he says. “Or tomorrow. Hell, I’d call you tonight.”

The bashful grin on your face only makes Eddie want to flirt with and tease you more. It’s addictive in a way he didn’t know possible.

“I’m not sure what my plans are for tomorrow, so Monday works.”

“Monday it is,” Eddie confirms. “Have fun at work.”

“Bye.” You give him a small wave before getting in your car.

Steve had called you at work to say he was picking up Everett from Dustin’s and they’d be home for dinner. So, when you got home you had a precious hour that could have been spent relaxing, but one look around the apartment and you knew it needed to be used for cleaning. Action figures littered the living room carpet, colored pencils scattered about the coffee table, blocks with numbers and letters on them led down the hallway practically waiting for someone to step on them. It had been a while since you had last vacuumed so you figured you might as well get it over with.

It's in the middle of vacuuming Everett’s room that the front door opened and three people entered. Steve puts his finger to his lips to encourage Everett to be quiet as they creep down the hallway towards you. Nancy reaches out and smacks Steve on the back, telling him not to scare you. He shrugs and pretends that he can’t hear her over the vacuum as he follows Everett towards his room.

Normally, it was hard to sneak up on you. Steve had made it his mission to try and scare you way back before you even started dating. He, evidently, passed this trait along to his son as well. Even the vacuum wasn’t enough to keep you from hearing someone coming up behind you. But your mind was wandering as you pushed and pulled the appliance over the blue carpet. Was Eddie just a flirt in general? Or did he like you? Would he actually call on Monday? Was it a big deal if he didn’t? It was just an oil change, after all.

“Rawr!” Little hands grip your thigh, making you jump and let out a squeal. You cut the power to the vacuum and hear Everett giggling madly to himself and he holds your leg even tighter. “Scared you!” There’s laughter coming from the doorway as well and you turn to find Steve leaning against the doorframe, his arms casually across his chest, as if he had nothing to do with this sneak attack.

“What the f-,” you stutter, “fudge, Steve?”

“How did he get away with that when I never could?” Steve asks, referring to the successful scaring.

“Where���s your babysitter?” you snap back at him.

“I’m sorry,” Nancy says, popping in the doorway behind Steve. “I tried to stop him but I think Everett is more mature.”

You smile at Nancy as you scoop Everett up into your arms. “I don’t blame you one bit, Nancy. You’re the only one around here who doesn’t drive me crazy.”

“Hey!” Steve and Everett say at the same time.

“You,” you say, looking at Everett. “It’s dinner time. What would you like?”

“Daddy wants pizza,” he says.

All eyes turn to Steve as he shrugs innocently. “I have no idea how he knows that.”

“You’re paying.”

“Deal,” Steve agrees. You set Everett down to follow his father into the kitchen to call for pizza.

Nancy walks into the room and wraps her arm around your shoulders. “You know he’s never going to let it go that he finally scared you?”

“I know.” You sigh and rest your head against hers.

Nancy was always a friend in high school, but never a close one. After Steve and Nancy broke up and Nancy moved on with Jonathan, Steve eventually found you. Becoming friends to more was easy with Steve, but it came with a catch. It was easy to go on fun dates and spend hours talking with Steve. It was easy to drive the younger teens around Hawkins with him, becoming the “mom” to his “dad” in the group – little did you know that those official titles were soon to come. It was easy to trust Steve because you already had as a friend. It was easy to fall into bed with him because you had always found him attractive and kind. What was hard, though, for both of you, was to fall in love. Being together for almost a year, most people assumed you two were madly in love. You definitely loved each other, but both of you knew deep inside it wasn’t the kind of love you should feel for someone you’re in a relationship with.

It was hard, deciding that the two of you should go back to being friends. You were in agreement that it wasn’t fair to one another to stay in a relationship that wasn’t going anywhere. Two weeks after the breakup, in which you two still remained the best of friends, you discovered you were pregnant. Telling Steve was one of the most terrifying moments of your life, though you knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t let you do this alone. What you didn’t expect was how helpful Steve’s mom would be. Not only was she supportive of you and Steve deciding to raise the baby as friends, but she used her connections as the most well-known real estate agent in Hawkins to get you and Steve apartments in the same complex.

Nancy had been away at college while you were pregnant, hearing about the news from her brother who was stunned at there being someone who would be referring to him as “Uncle Mike.” When Nancy came home for summer break, she was elated to meet baby Everett. You were still pretty sure Nancy seeing how gentle and sweet Steve was with the newborn is what led them to getting back together – even battling long distance.

Steve was a little worried this might put tension between the two of you girls, but it was the opposite. Nancy became your closest friend, talking to you on the phone almost as much as she talked to Steve. She loved and cared about Everett but never tried to insert herself as a mother figure in his life. Everett loved playing with Nancy, especially when he saw how well she shot a water gun at his dad. Nancy was now home for the summer, having one more year to go at Emerson. Everett had been a little shy around her when she first came home, having not seen her since Spring Break, but he quickly warmed up and showed her every new toy he had gotten since she’d last seen him.

Everett was thrilled that Nancy was staying just in the next building with his dad. It meant they could go outside and play with his water guns anytime he wanted to. It was sweet to see Steve and Nancy with Everett, but it always left a melancholy taste in your mouth. It just reminded you that Nancy was the only person Steve had ever been in love with, and you had never been in love ever.

“You good?” Nancy asks you, rubbing her hand up and down your arm.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say. She pulls back and gives you a quizzical look. “What?”

“What is that smile on your face?” she asks. You didn’t even realize you had been smiling and immediately wipe it off your face.

“What, I can’t smile?” But you could feel your cheeks turning pink.

“Not like that,” Nancy says. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” you say, though it sounds unconvincing to both of you. Nancy watches as you unplug the vacuum and wind up the cord. You walk past her to put the vacuum back in the hall closet and she follows behind.

“Something happen at work?” she asks with a smirk. Nancy was never nosey, but she could tell something was going on and she knew she could get you to spill.

“Nothing out of the ordinary.” You turn to her and shrug, not quite meeting her eyes.

She smiles at you and reaches out to poke you in the ribs. “Oh, come on. You know you want to tell me.”

Glancing down the hallway to make sure the guys were still in the kitchen, you lean in towards Nancy and speak quietly. “Has Mike mentioned a new friend at their DND games?”

Nancy pulls back with a frown, that being far from what she thought would come out of your mouth. “Um, no. But to be fair, Mike doesn’t tell me a whole lot about his life. Why?”

You avoid her eyes as you lean back against the wall, head barely avoiding the framed pictures that hung there. “Well,” you start. “The guys have a new friend who plays DND with them.”

“Like a kid?” Nancy asks.

“Nope.” You shake your head, keeping your eyes on the kitchen doorway down the hall. “Like a guy. About our age.”

“Oh,” Nancy hums in understanding. “And you met him when you dropped by Dustin’s, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you confirm, still not looking at her. Nancy scoffs and grabs your arm, dragging you into your bedroom. She closes the door and rests her back against it.

“Spill,” she says.

You sit down on your bed and can’t help the smile that creeps on your face. “His name is Eddie. He’s going to come by this week and change the oil in my car.”

“Oh, is he now?” Nancy’s eyebrows raise and your face blooms red at the smirk on her face.

“Actual oil in my actual car!” You huff a laugh and rub your hands over your face. “He’s a mechanic. Dustin met him at the garage.”

“Is he cute?” Nancy moves from her spot against the door and sits down next to you on the bed. You bunch the yellow floral blanket in your fingers as you bite back an even bigger grin.

“Very,” you confirm. It feels nice to have a friend to talk about these things with. Yeah, there were girls in high school with you that you talked about boys with, but you were in a very different spot in your life than they were now. And Nancy was here and knew your life well. She’d become the best friend you’d ever had.

“When’s he coming by?”

“I gave him my number and he said he’d call Monday,” you say. You were about to tell her more about the conversation you’d had with Eddie but pounding started raining down on your bedroom door.

“Moooooooommy!”

“What’s up, buttercup?” you call through the door.

“Lemme in!”

“Excuse me?” you ask.

A tiny huff. “Can I come in pleeeease?”

You stand and open the door to find a little boy with a big smile staring up at you.

“Yes, sir?”

“Pizza’s coming!”

“Good. Know what you can do while we wait for it?” you ask.

“What?” he asks.

“Tell your daddy he needs to give you a bath.”

“Huh?” Steve asks, coming up behind Everett. He’s holding an apple with a bite missing and you remember why your son is constantly asking for snacks before dinner. “What do I have to do?” he asks through a mouthful of apple.

“Bath,” Everett says with a sigh.

“What?” Steve says as he looks down at Everett. “Why’d you say that like it’s a bad thing?”

“Boring,” Everett says.

“Nothing’s boring with me, you know that,” Steve tells him. He leans down and throws Everett over his shoulder. The little boy giggles and kicks his legs as Steve carries him to the bathroom.

“Please keep my bathroom dry!” you shout down the hall.

“No promises!” Steve answers.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #Eddie munson fic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #bbe

[pholla-jm]

A Kiss A Day

IMAGINE: A KISS A DAY ~ SATORU X READER GENRE: FLUFF WARNINGS: NONE **********************************

You know the saying, an apple a day keeps the doctor away? 

Well, for Satoru, he needs a kiss a day to survive… or rather multiple kisses a day. 

It can’t be kisses from any random person either, they had to be from you. 

He needs a kiss as soon as he wakes up. 

You always wake up before him. He hates the days when he wakes up and you’re not in bed. You’re already getting ready for work and he wishes that you would just spend a few extra minutes with him. 

Just the thought of seeing you wills him to get out of bed and trudge towards the kitchen. There he sees your back towards him. You were making your coffee, unaware that he was behind you. With just a few more steps, his arms wrap around you pulling your back against his bare chest. 

You already knew he was going to do this some time or later. It was his routine. 

“Baaaabbbee.” He draws out like a whining child. With a small sigh and a smile on your lips, you turn yourself around so that you are now facing him. His arms still wrapped around your waist, now your hands were on his chest. 

“Good morning.” A pout forms on his lips as he looks down at you with his bright blue eyes. The sight was too cute for you to handle. But you had to hold out. 

“Why can’t you ever stay in bed? I want morning cuddles.” 

“You know that we both have to get ready for work.” 

Satoru lets out a dramatic sigh, “fine. Can I at least get a good morning kiss.” 

You stand on your tiptoes to give him a small peck on his nose. “A real kiss. On the lips.” “Not with that morning breath.” 

Satoru lets out a dramatic gasp. “If I don’t get my morning kiss, I will die.” He says with complete seriousness. You only blink at him a couple times, trying to figure out if he was serious. 

In his mind, yes, he is being very serious. It is a very serious issue. Not having his morning kiss from you is deadly. 

“You’re so dramatic.” You say before placing a quick kiss on his pink lips. “But you love me for it.” “Unfortunately,” you mutter to yourself so he couldn’t hear, “Now go get ready for work.” 

“Yes ma’am. I’ll see you at your lunch break.” He says and you know he is being serious about that as well. 

Both of your lunch breaks are at different times, but Satoru didn’t seem to care about that. 

“Okay, yes. I’ll see you during lunch.” You say giving him a smile. “Good, you owe me.” 

You raise an eyebrow at him, “owe you? For what?” “You owe me more kisses.” 

You let out a small laugh, “what?” “That last one wasn’t good enough.” “Are you serious?” “Yes. Deadly. And if I don't get my kisses. I will die.” 

He leans down to place another kiss upon your lips. Your nose scrunching up at his morning breath, but you really didn’t care. 

He pulls back with a smile on his face, “bye babe. I’ll see you later.”

#oneshot #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo oneshot #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader

[justmeinadaze]

We're A Family Part 16 (Steddie X You)

A/N: This is very much a Steddie chapter and I love it so much. This is probably going to be one of if not my favorite chapter in this series. I wanted them to really fully embrace that lovers aspect of their relationship and totally be ok loving each other as much as they love the reader.

Warnings: Parent Dads Steddie and Mama Reader, mentions of trying and struggling to get pregnant, SMUT (between the boys <3), lots of fluff, Steve VERY BRIEFLY mentions fears of telling his family they are trying to have another kid. I think that's it. Genuinely just a lot of sweetness in this one.

Word Count: 3116

“Fuck me…”, Steve pants as he throws his arm over his eyes. 

“I just did.”, you giggle as you roll over to face him. 

You and Steve had been spending a lot more time alone in the pursuit of baby number three. Of course, Eddie was still very much involved in sexy time but he insisted if there was a point where he could take the kids out of the house, you three should take the opportunity. 

It had been a few months and still no positive test. The doctor insisted you both were healthy and fine, you just “need to keep trying.” The metalhead did everything he could to help. 

“Eddie, baby, why are you smoking so far away? You can sit next to me on the porch here.”

“I know, sweetheart, but I read online that smoke can affect you when you’re trying to get pregnant.”

“You were smoking around me constantly before and we still got Ro.”, you laugh.

“Baby, I can do the dishes. You’ve been at work all day.”

“Y/N, it’s fine. You and Steve just relax, ok? I got this. Wayne said stress sometimes can make it harder for you two to…you know…”

“Hey, princess! I went grocery shopping today so you don’t have to on Friday after work. I also got some more fruit. I read this book at work that was saying it helps with trying to have a baby.”

Steve grins as he turns to face you as well. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just…I don’t know.”

“Honey, it’s ok. It will happen when it happens.”

“I just feel bad. I feel like Eddie is stressing himself out taking care of us.”

“He has been going a little overboard.”, he chuckles. “Oh, I know that look. Dylan makes that face when he’s planning something. What do you have in mind, baby?”

***

“Mom, this place is amazing.”, Dylan’s jaw drops as he looks around the house the realtor brought you guys to. 

It was a rustic style home that definitely had that country feel. The entryway lead into the kitchen on the right and gigantic living room straight ahead with a gorgeous stone fireplace. The back door was mostly clear glass so you would be able to see outside when the kids were playing. 

“It’s beautiful. It’s not too far from Wayne either and it’s right next to the lake.”, Eddie grins, running his fingers along the countertop in the kitchen. 

“It’s also within your budget and has those five rooms you had originally mentioned, ma’am.”, the man showing you the house guides you around, pointing out the two bedrooms downstairs and the backyard that is much bigger than your current one. 

Steve pats Aurora’s back as she continues to sleep, drooling on the shoulder of his jacket.

“Do you mind if we talk for a minute?”

“No, ma’am. Take all the time you need.”

The four of you lean against the counters in the kitchen as you wait for him to leave. “What do you think, kid?”, Eddie asks.

“I like it a lot especially since it’s by the water.”

“It’s closer to my store but it’s a bit of a drive for the three of you every morning.”

You chew on your nail as you think. “Just an extra 10minutes which isn’t too bad. What do you think, Stevie?”

“I’m fine with the drive. We may need to update some things though like childproofing the locks and stuff. Other than that, I think it’s perfect.”

“Alright, gentlemen. Let’s fill out some applications and pray.”

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“Hang on, Ed.” Steve reaches over and grabs Eddie’s arm as he begins to get out of the car. “You guys have fun! “

“Bye dada an daddy.”, Aurora waves.

They wave back with a smile, waiting for you three to get inside before the man drives away. 

“What’s going on?”, the metalhead asks. 

“Y/N and I thought you needed some time away from the kids and the house so we’re going on a date.”

“Did Y/N not want to come? She should have a night out to.”

“Eddie!”, Steve chuckles. “She’s fine, trust me. Let me show you what a date night with Steve Harrington is like.”

“Oh, someone’s cocky. Alright, Harrington. Wine and dine me.”, he grins. 

***

“Mom? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, can you just…hold my hand. I’m so nervous.” Dylan smiles as he sits on the floor beside you and takes your hand in his. “This anticipation is killing me. With you and Ro it was just like ‘Hey, there’s a baby in there.’ I’ve never really had to utilize a pregnancy test like this.”

“With Aurora, you thought you were sick. Did you think the same thing before you found out about me?”

“Naw, with you, I was doing a routine exam and they had to make sure I wasn’t pregnant.”

The timer on your phone beeps and you sigh before reaching onto the bedside table where the test had been sitting. As you read the results, uncontrollable tears begin cascading down your face while Dylan wraps his arms around your neck.

***

“That band was fucking awesome!”, Eddie exclaims as the other man grins at his excitement. 

Steve decided to take the metalhead to new bar just outside of the city limits. He knew how much he loved music, thinking it would make him happy to see some bands play while they drank and talked. 

“It’s been a while since you guys have been on a stage like that. Do you miss it?”

The man shakes his head as he takes a swing of the beer from his glass. “I mean I still play with the guys but that rush that I used to get being on stage…no it’ll sound stupid.”

“No, come on. Tell me.”

“That rush I used to get…I get now with the kids. Dude, seeing Dylan on his first date and watching Ro learn do those vocabulary card things you got her… that makes me happy. I can’t wait to see what this new baby will be like.” Eddie notices Steve’s posture stiffen and he promptly reaches out to rub his shoulder. “Hey, it’ll happen, man.”

“I know. I hate seeing that sad look on her face with every period or failed test.”

“The doctor said everything was good though, right?”

“Yeah, just have to keep trying.”, he sighs before glancing towards Eddie. “I haven’t told my mom yet that Y/N and I are…you know. I’m afraid she’ll tell my dad and I have no idea what he’ll do.”

“Steve, babe, fuck your dad. He can try whatever he wants but he’s not breaking up our family.”

The man exhales a cute, breathy chuckle. “Did you just call me babe?”

The metalhead grins even wider as he leans closer to him. “Depends. Did you like it?”

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 The bathroom door to the men’s room hurtles open as Steve pushes Eddie through it with his lips on his and quickly locks it behind him. The metalhead groans, shoving his back against it and begins fumbling with the other boy’s belt before lowering himself to his knees. 

“Fuck.”, Steve mewls as the man below him takes his already leaking cock into his mouth. Eddie knows exactly how his husband likes it, you showed him well, and he revels in the sounds he pulls from him as he takes him deeper till he’s gagging around him. 

It’s not just the action itself but his small, tender touches that have Steve moaning. While Eddie bobs his head, his hands roam the other man’s body, tracing the back of his thighs, up to his stomach. Steve can’t help but wonder how he would react if he spoke to Eddie the same way he talked to you. 

“That’s it, Eddie, baby, fuck. Just like that.” His eyes fluttered closed as he tangled his fingers into his hair, guiding him as the metalhead’s rhythm picked up. Steve couldn’t hold out any longer, he needed him now. 

He tugged on the boy’s hair and he took the hint, rising to his feet and hooking his lips to Steve’s sweet spot on his neck. Growling with desire, he lifted Eddie into his arms and placed him on the counter, aggressively yanking off his jeans. Pulling him to the edge, he lifted his leg over his shoulder and guided his cock into the man’s entrance. 

Eddie’s eyes rolled as Steve slid his hand along his stomach, slowly thrusting his hips as he relished the feeling of the man he loved.

Did he tell him that enough? I’m sure if he asked, Eddie would tell him he’s being silly and of course he does. They had gotten much closer these past few years and became more comfortable sexually but there was a level of intimacy Steve felt they still struggled with. 

“Eddie?” The man responded with a��hm as he bit his lip to keep from moaning too loud. “I love you.”

He heard the change in Steve’s tone, promptly opening his eyes to scan him over. Propping himself up on one of his elbows, he reached over to caress his cheek as his thumb glided along his skin. 

“I love you to.”

“No, No. I love you.” 

Eddie blinked a few times before wrapping his hand around the man’s neck and pulling him down till he was hovering over him.

“I love you to. So fucking much, sweetheart. I-I grew up feeling like no one—mmm—no one ever really cared about me. Then I met you and Y/N.” He craned his neck to capture the man’s lips. “Steve, you can talk to me like you talk to her. I like it.”

“Yeah? So, you would like hearing—fuck—hearing me say things about how good you fucking feel, baby, squeezing my cock?”

“Jesus.” Eddie laid back flat against the counter as his hand reached down to stroke his own dick. 

“That’s it, Eddie. Play with yourself while I fuck you. God, you look so fucking sexy right now.”

“Ha-harder, Steve. Please.”, he moans. 

“Is that what you need, honey? I can do that.”

As he rolled his hips into his roughly, the metalhead covered his mouth with his palm, suffocating the urge to scream at the pleasure that ran through his body. His back arched as his abs tensed as rope after rope of spend hit the skin on his stomach. 

“Fuck me.”, Steve groaned as he pounded into the man faster chasing his high. After a few more rough thrusts, Eddie felt him cum inside of him, look up to watch his eyebrows scrunch together and his neck muscles tighten as he did. 

Gradually, he pulled his softening cock out of him and reached over to grab some napkins to help clean Eddie up.

“I’m sorry if these are rough. They aren’t like our towels at home.”, Steve sighs as he tosses the paper in the trash. As he begins pulling up his pants, Eddie abruptly tackles him into a hug, squeezing tightly as he lays his cheek on his chest. “Is everything ok?”

The metalhead nods. “Y/N does this to us after and now I kind of see why. I feel…closer to you if that’s even fucking possible.”

Steve softly laughs as he wraps his own arms around him, pressing him tighter to his chest with his palm. “Yeah, baby. I know what you mean.”

***

As they walk into the front door of the house, they are surprised to find it completely silent. Steve quietly searches the downstairs, turning off lights while Eddie locks everything down. 

When the enter their bedroom, they grin finding everyone asleep in your bed. Dylan was on his side with you behind him, arm draped over him and Aurora who was snuggled up in her brother’s chest as she sucked her thumb. 

Both men quickly changed out of their cigarette, bar smelling clothes and crawled into bed; Steve behind you and Eddie behind his daughter. 

***

“Daddy.”, Ro coos as she lightly taps her father’s face with her palm. “Daddy. Wake up.”

“Ro. Aurora.”, you whispered as you tapped her side. “Leave daddy alone and let him sleep, sweetie.”

“Mama, no. Daddy wake up.”

Dylan groaned in his sleep as he rolled over to face you. 

“Why? Why do you need daddy to wake up?”

She giggles as she falls to her knees and pushes at his arm. “Daddy, I miss you.”

“Well, that’s adorable.”, Steve sighs.

“Dada help Rara.”

“What do you need help with honey? Waking up daddy?” He lazily lifts his arm towards Eddie, trying to reach him with his hand. “Op, he’s too far. I can’t.”

“Dada!”, she growls and you feel the man smile in your shoulder. Aurora begins pushing at him again until he rolls onto his back and playfully pushes her aside with his hand. 

“I think I chose the wrong side to sleep on.”, he grumbles. 

“Hun-gee.”, she points to her stomach. 

“Aurora Munson- Harrington, you did not just wake him up for that!”, you giggle as she beams at you. 

“Whoosh!”, she exclaims as she pretends to throw something in the air. 

“She wants dad’s pancakes.”, Dylan yawns as he stretches. “Which actually sounds good.”

“Can you take her downstairs and put on a cartoon for her, weirdo? Give them some time to wake up.”

Your son nods as he slides off the bed, coming around to pick up his sister and bring her downstairs. Both men immediately scoot closer to you, pulling you into their embrace. 

“Did you two have fun last night?”

“Mhmm. He took me on a ‘Steve Harrington style date’.”

“Oh, you lucky man.”

“Did you three do anything exciting last night?”, Steve asked. 

“We did. Watched a few movies and ordered a pizza. I did go to the store real quick and bought you guys something. Eddie, baby, can you look into your nightstand and grab the thing on top for me?”

He sleepily nodded as he shifted his body to grab what you were asking for. His eyes suddenly snapped open as he realized what he was holding. 

“Harrington. STEVE!”, Eddie shouted startling the other man as he sat up making you laugh harder. The metalhead handed him the pregnancy test and he promptly sat up straighter. 

“Is this…? Are we…? Is this real? You’re really pregnant?”

Your grin grows as you nod. Steve tackles his arms around you, kissing every part of your face his lips can reach. As soon as you’re free, Eddie does the same much more gently. 

“Oh my god. I’m so happy.” Steve lays back down with a big smile on his face as he exhales. 

“You see what I mean, babe? Same kind of rush but better.”, the metalhead grins as he winks at the other man whose own smile grows. 

“Oh wow.” Both men look at you with confused looks as you smirk. “Ok, I don’t know what you two did last night but that energy is back.”

“Are you drunk? You shouldn’t be drinking if you’re pregnant.”

You giggle as you slap Eddie’s shoulder. “No, no, no. Nothing wrong with it. I kind of missed that…electricity…between the two of you. Maybe you both need a date night more often.”

After kissing them both again, you climb out of bed and head for the bedroom door, pausing as you turn to face them. 

“I hope you know you both can be intimate without me. I genuinely don’t mind. I know you both love me just as much as you love each other.” You flash them one final smile before going down the stairs. 

“We don’t deserve her.”, Steve sighs pleasantly as he watches you leave. 

“Yeah, we do. Charlie didn’t deserve her. Fucking idiot.” Eddie lays back down, scooting closer to the other boy. “I still think about the first time I talked to her on the stairs outside of the apartment. He was making her feel bad about him not coming to see Dylan. When I opened the door to sit outside and smoke, I just wanted to protect her. I wanted to drive to wherever he was and kick his ass.”

Steve slid a little closer to him till the back of his hand was barely touching his. 

“I always think about that night at The Hideout when we surprised her while she was on her date and you played that one AC/DC song for her. When she ran out of that bar…I can’t tell you how happy it made me especially after being away from her for so long. She fucking flew into our arms and I never wanted to let her go.”

“We kind of didn’t.”, he chuckled. 

Their fingers intertwined as they turned to smile at each other. Eddie leaned over and brought his lips to his, both men laughing as they pulled away when they heard loud noises downstairs.

“Hey! Are you trying to make everyone lose their hearing?! Turn the tv down!”, Steve hollered over dramatically as they both entered the area. 

“Told you.”, you sang from the sink as you washed some dishes you knew the metalhead would need.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you to his chest as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

“Taking more than her share, had me fighting for air She told me to come, but I was already there 'Cause the walls start shaking, the Earth was quaking My mind was aching and we were making it

And you shook me all night long Yeah, you shook me all night long.”

You grinned at the memory as he sang softly in your ear. Steve turned off the water before circling his arms around you both, kissing the top of your head. The sound of tiny feet slapping into the kitchen had you laughing in his chest. 

“Daddy! Rara and Din hun-gee!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah ya little butt. Come here.” She giggled as she ran into his arms and he lifted her onto the counter. “You’re going to help me?” Aurora nodded her little head as she waited for instructions. 

Steve lifted you into his arms and carried you to the living room, placing you gently on the sofa. 

“Did you tell them?”

“I did. They’re pretty excited.”

“I am to.”, Dylan smiled. “Did you guys want to play a game while we wait for breakfast? Especially since now she’s distracted.”

“I’m not really good with games.”

“Uh huh. Making excuses already, Steve Harrington. That’s ok. Dylan and I already know you suck.”

He jokingly scowls in your direction as your son hands you both a controller. 

“What are we playing?”

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Please may I have a Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood scenario of when you (Maes Hughes sister *same age as Roy and she is Roy's wife and everything and she is currently pregnant with his son and she is a skilled sniper and yeah..she is the wife of a flame alchemist*) were insistent on Roy taking a break when the poor man was on the verge of collapse. You received a call from your worried brother when you were at the hospital having your pregnancy bump checked and you saw for yourself when Edward told you that Roy wasn't feeling all sunshine and rainbows..it was obvious that your poor husband had taken ill and you were absolutely stern when you told him to go home and sleep in a tone that meant "do it or else"..Roy was insistent when he said he was fine but he was not fine and it was clear to everyone else too..when they all told him to listen to his wife (you)..the Elric brothers had to help him home considering that you wouldn't be able to help him not in your condition. You called Roy a numpty for going to work despite he was ill today once he was in bed..

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like the scenario!

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Character: Roy Mustang x afab! pregnant! Hughes! Reader (the reader is referred to as Roy's wife but gender neutral pronouns are used otherwise)

Word Count: 1.0k (1,097 words)

“Uh huh. Yeah. No, I know what he’s like. Yep. I’ll be there soon, don’t let him out of your sight. Bye.”

With every word you spoke into the phone the nurse standing near you grew paler and backed away. You could only guess at the expression on your face.

That damned husband of yours.

“I’m sorry. I’ve got to go. Is that all we need to do for today or do I need to book another appointment?”

The nurse recovered from her stunned state and shook her head. “Everything’s okay. Both you and the baby are doing well. We’ll see you again next month for your next check up.”

You gathered your belongings and stood up from your chair. “Thank you. I’ll see you then.”

As you left the building all you could think about was the conversation you had just had over the phone.

It had been your brother, Maes. And of course, knowing your brother, you expected him to be calling just to rant about his lovely Elicia.

So when you had answered the phone, it had come as a surprise.

~

“Hey sis! How’d the appointment go? All good?”

You smiled tiredly. Your brother was always so energetic. “Yes, Maes, all good. But I’m still in the appointment so unless it’s urgent, I’ll have to go.”

“Well actually…” he paused, “it is a bit urgent.”

You frowned. That was a more serious tone than you’d heard your brother use in quite a while. Maybe this wasn’t your average “my beautiful Elicia counted to ten today, she’s so smart” call.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Roy. He’s overworking himself again.”

You sighed. “That’s my husband. I’m guessing he’s not listening to anyone there?”

“You know him. Figured it was best if you came here to drag him home yourself.”

Another sigh on your part. “I’ll be there in a bit. Keep an eye on him and don’t let him out of your sight.”

“Right on. See you soon sis.”

~

As you strode through the halls of the base, you felt a presence fall into step beside you.

“Hello ma’am. Are you Mustang’s wife?”

You turned to look at the figure next to you. It was Edward Elric. Looking behind you, you saw his younger brother Alphonse. It was surprising how quietly he was able to move despite the large metal suit of armour.

You mostly knew the boy through Roy since, whether your husband wanted to admit it or not, he had basically adopted the Elric brothers following the incident that had taken place at their home a few years ago. Roy had been sparse on details but you’d heard rumours of human transmutation. You didn’t pry any further after that.

You’d see the Elrics around the base a few times and had certainly heard Ed and Roy yelling at each other on occasion. But beyond a few quick greetings in the halls, you hadn’t really had a lot to do with them.

“Yes, that’s me. And you’re the Fullmetal Alchemist aren’t you? To what do I owe the pleasure? Everything alright?”

The boy seemed to be fighting with himself, unsure of what to say. “It’s Mustang. He’s overworking himself and normally, I wouldn’t give a-” he paused and cleared his throat, “I mean, normally I wouldn’t be worried but he’s going to make himself sick if he doesn’t have a break.”

You sighed. “That’s my husband. My brother - you know him, Maes Hughes - called me earlier. I’m here to take him home to rest.” You frowned, “Is he that bad?”

“He’s certainly not feeling sunshine and rainbows at the moment. I think if he keeps working much longer he’s going to get sick.”

Of course he would work himself to the point of collapse when you weren’t around.

“Thank you for letting me know. I’ll be sure to give him a piece of my mind.”

For the first time, Edward grinned. “This, I’ve got to see.”

You had both reached the door to your husband’s office. You didn’t bother with the courtesy of knocking. Instead, you swung the door open, shifting your face into a firm look of fury and subtle disappointment.

“Roy.”

The man looked up from his desk, scrambling to make himself look presentable. But nothing count hide the dark circles under his eyes and the invisible weight on his shoulders.

“Hey sis! How are you and the little one doing?”

You turned to your brother, your face morphing into a smile. “Doing well.”

You looked around at the others in the room. Havoc, Hawkeye, Fuery, Falman, Breda. All people you knew well. All people who were completely loyal to your husband. All people he was ignoring at present.

“The baby’s as strong as ever. But I hear it’s father…” you turned your gaze back to Roy, “isn’t the same.”

Roy shook his head despite the resounding responses to the positive from around the room. “I’m fine dear. Really. No need to worry.”

“Oh don’t give me that. I can see it from a mile away. You, mister, need to go home and rest. Maes told me you’re overworking yourself. Even Edward told me he’s concerned about your wellbeing.”

Spluttering from behind you. “Now hang on, I never said-”

“Brother, don’t deny it. You were worried.”

You walked over to Roy’s desk. “We’re going home.”

“I’m fine hones-”

“Sir. With all due respect. Listen to your wife. Go home and rest. We can handle things here.” You gazed gratefully at Hawkeye who smiled back.

Roy opened his mouth as if to protest again but you interrupted before he had the chance. “Roy. Don’t be a numpty. Let’s go.”

He closed his mouth and exhaled through his nose. “Alright. You win. Let’s go.”

He raised himself from his chair and swayed dramatically. Edward and Alphonse rushed over. “Come on Colonel. We’ll help.” From the teasing glint in Edward’s eyes, you guessed his offer of help was in part due to genuine concern but mostly due to the fact that he could use the situation to tease your husband in the future.

As the Elrics helped Roy out the door, you waved a farewell to the others. “Thank you for looking after him until I got here. He’ll be back once he’s feeling better.”

Assorted farewells followed you out the door.

“When we get home, you’re going to bed and resting, alright?” Your tone brooked no argument and, despite everything, Roy smiled teasingly.

“Yes ma’am. You got it.”

His smile grew softer and a warm look filled his gaze.

“You’re going to be a great parent.”

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blood before sunrise

dallas winston x gn!reader

by-sandy

word count- 988

warnings- angst, language, kinda gory, not proofread and lowercase intended

a/n 💌- this came to me in a dream last night and had to put it to life! this makes me cry. enjoy!

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• the blood was dripping faster every second, you couldn’t go any faster. dallas had been shot and you were speeding down the road to the nearest hospital.

“your going to get us both killed, doll.” dallas said with a groan and a cough that was full of blood

“better than just you dying.” you said, you were furious he was fooling around and look what happened. but more than that you were freaking out, you couldn’t loose him. he is all you had left.

finally arriving at the hospital, you got out faster than light. opening the passenger door, you got him out his arm over your shoulder. him putting all his weight on you, giving him support.

“i am so sorry, doll.” he said, giving you a bloody kiss on the cheek.

“it’s okay, let’s just get you fixed up.” you said entering the hospital, the nurse immediately noticing you and taking dallas into custody.

”i love you, your gonna be okay.” you say not only trying to comfort him but yourself as well

“i love you too. i will be back, doll.” he said getting taken away by a few nurses. “stay here, ma’am.” a nurse said before heading in with the rest, behind those doors only authorized staff are allowed behind

all you could do was nod, looking down at you clothes they were covered in blood splotches from dallas's wounds. you went to the restrooms to try your best to clean up.

soon enough your face was cleaned of blood, pushing your sweaty hair off your face you headed to the nearest phone and entered in the curtis’ house phone number.

“hello?” a familiar husky voice answered

“darry? it’s me, y/n. dallas is in the hospital, he got shot.” you said, you began to hyperventilate at the words that came out of your mouth

“oh shit. we will be there. the town one, right?” he asked, you heard the worry in his voice

“yeah…” you said finally looking around the bleak hospital that provided no comfrot

“listen. he is gonna be alright, he is dallas winston.” darry said comforting you

“yeah, just worried.”

“there is nothing to worry about, he will be okay. see you soon, bye.”

“bye.”

you hung up the phone and placed it on the stand. heading to a chair, that was falsely advertised, it looked comfortable but it was the exact opposite.

you couldn’t do anything but stare at those doors. you were shaking, you needed him to be okay. why did he have to scare you like this.

“y/n?” a voice called, you turned to see all the boys.

“hey.” you said with a sniffle, you feel like crying your eyes out. you walk to them and they start asking what happened.

“doll go back inside!” dallas yelled, you we’re coming out of bucks when your boyfriend yelled that to you. soon yours eyes land on a group of socs, the one in the middle was holding a gun.

“dallas! no!” that was all you could get out before the shot was fired, you heard the thump of his body hitting the ground.

you ran to him faster than ever, holding him asking him questions to keep him awake.

“just get me to a hospital doll and everything will be alright.” he said with a groan

you did as he said, trying your best not to cause him any pain.

”damn socs.” steve said with an angry tone

“excuse me.” a squeaky voice said.

you all turned to see a small and piette female nurse.

“hi, i am looking for who came with dallas winston?” “me.” you said eager to know how he was doing

“i am so sorry, we did everything we could.” the nurse said with a sad smile.

everything stopped, everything. you started crying but you couldn’t feel it. you couldn’t feel anything. your world crumbled around you, only hearing the occasional muffling voices. you were saying something but you couldn’t even comprehend it. your own words and you had no clue what you were saying.

he was gone, this isn’t fair. he said he would be alright. he said he would be right back. “no. no. no.” you said shaking your said, those were the only words you could say between your hot tears.

“he said- he said.” you said starting to hyperventilate

“he can’t be gone. you have to be mistaken. he is my dallas, he isn’t gone. he isn’t.” you said wiping your tears now glaring at the nurse

“i am sorry but…he is. would you like his things?” the nurse said, she looked at darry

“liar. you…you’re lying.” you continued, bawling

“y/n…” darry said looking at you then the nurse “they would like his things, thank you.”

“she is lying, tell her darry. please, he said he would be alright. he said-“ you went on, as darry held you.

the nurse returned with dallas’s things in a hospital bag making you cry even harder. ponyboy looked through it finding his st. christopher necklace and handing it to darry so he could put it on you.

“thank you.” you said sniffling, playing with the necklace, taking the bag from ponyboy. “can i see him? please.” you asked the nurse

“of course, right this way.” she said leading you and the group to a hospital room

there he was, lying on the hospital bed. motionless. un-dallas like.

you started bawling, again. running to his body and hugging it. “why did you leave me, you ass. why? we had our whole life’s planned. why?” you said, the kissing his lips for the very last time. an hour later, darry had to pull you away. he insisted on you staying at the curtis house and that he would pick your car up later. the drive there was miserable. you felt emotionless, he is gone. the love of your life is gone. you have no one.

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The Sun ☀️, The Moon 🌙 & the Stars ✨

Chapter 9: Stormy skies

Pairing: alpha!steve rogers x alpha!bucky barnes x alpha!sam Wilson x omega!reader

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: some fluff, some heavy petting, someone is trying to get to reader

A/N: here is the next chapter I’m so sorry this took forever I really didn’t know how to end this chapter but next chapter will be very fun because it’s Steve’s birthday!!!!!

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Ch. 8

It had been a few days since your friends and mates had spent time together. You felt like you were dreaming. It was a nice way to spend your day at work, it made it go by faster. Just like the last few days, Mrs. Levy would get downstairs and wait for you by the door. Usually you would make sure she got home safe but today there was a certain someone waiting for you.

“Hi, honey.” You greeted Steve cheerfully when you were close enough. His eyes snapped up to watch you get closer. You noticed how his eyes traveled up and down your sundress clad figure and heat creeped up your cheeks.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“This is Mrs. Levy. Mrs. Levy, this is Steve.” You introduced the older woman to your alpha and it was like watching a schoolgirl talk to her crush. When Steve held his hand out and smiled her cheeks were practically crimson with how much she blushed.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you ma’am.”

“No, the pleasure is all mine.” She smiled, then she cleared her throat and scowled in his direction. Using her cane to point at him. “I’m going to tell you what I told her other alpha, if you hurt her you’ll have to deal with me. And I’m worse than Jonah and Ricky.”

“Understood ma’am. Although I would never intentionally hurt her. You have my word.”

“I’ll keep my eyes on you.”

“Yeah you will.” You wiggled your eyebrows in her direction. Your phone goes off. “Ophelia, your Uber is here.”

“Ok, well have a good evening and I’ll see you tomorrow. Remember that’s two alphas and one to go.”

“I’ll make sure you meet Sam soon.” You smile.

“Bye.” Steve waves at her as she gets in the car. “She seems intimidating.” He laughs.

“She can be when she wants too.” You wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest. His scent brings you comfort. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He kisses the top of your head. “So what do you want to do?”

You look up at him and notice how tired he looks. Like he hadn’t slept for days but you knew he hadn’t been on missions. Maybe some nightmares, like Bucky.

“How about we go back to my place, order something for dinner and just relax?”

“That sounds amazing. But are you sure you don’t want to go out?”

“Nope.” You knew he would take you if you asked. “I’m tired and I really just want to cuddle.”

“Well I can do that.”

“You ordered like three meals for yourself. I didn’t know you could eat that much.” You said as you picked up the empty containers of Chinese food.

“It’s because of the serum.” He says as he helps.

“Or because your stomach is a black hole.”

Steve chuckles as he tosses the last containers in the trash. When he turns around he finds you holding a container.

“A blondie for my blondie?”

Steve laughs again as he grabs one of the sweet treats you had made just for him. He takes a bite and moans.

“Thank you sweetheart. This is really good.”

*******

A movie was playing in the background, you weren’t sure what it was about. You were too distracted by the warmth Steve’s body gave off. The serum, he told you as you snuggled closer into his side. His fingers drew lazy patterns on your skin while keeping his attention on the tv. You however were distracted by him. The curve of his plump lips, the way his hair fell out of place, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled genuinely.

“You’re staring.” Steve said without looking away from the tv.

“No I’m not.”

“You aren’t?” Steve chuckles.

“No, I’m admiring. It’s different.”

He looks down at you with a smile, his arm tightens around your waist. You make the first move by pulling him down so that you could connect his lips to yours. Steve pulls you into his lap effortlessly without breaking the kiss. Your hands are in his hair and you swear you hear him groan when you tug his silky strands. He fights for dominance over the kiss and the growl that rumbles through his chest is enough to make you want to present for your alpha. It wasn’t until his hands were on your hips that you realized that you were grinding against him. And it was obvious you weren’t the only one affected by the close contact.

“Fuck.” Steve says breathlessly. “Sweetheart we can’t, not yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because if we do I’ll want to claim you and it can be painful for you.” Steve said before kissing the place on your neck where his mark would go.

“But Steve…”

“Nuh-uh starlight, don’t you want to be my good girl?”

“What do I get if I’m bad?” You say as you close the space between his lips and yours.

You felt his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he laughed.

“You’ll get into trouble.”

“Mmm, trouble with you? Sounds like fun.”

Steve tilted his head up slightly connecting his lips to yours. A small moan escapes you and Steve takes advantage of it. His tongue slips past your lips. He had been dying to feel you pressed up against him like this, to taste you. You were everything he thought and more, sweet like the notes of honey in your scent. Steve’s lips move away from yours and travel down your chin, he nips and kisses along your neck. He finds a spot below your ear that has you preening and tugging at his hair. You feel his teeth on the crook of your neck and your eyes flutter close.

“There we go.” He says softly before kissing the same spot. Your fingers brush up against the area and you feel the bite mark he left although it didn’t break skin. “It’s not permanent, yet.” He sighs “It’s getting late sweetheart and I know you work tomorrow, I should go.”

“Ok.” You say with a pout which he kisses away.

“Call me if you need anything.”

“I will.”

“Oh, Tony is having a Fourth of July party and I put your pack on the list.”

“Isn’t the fourth your birthday?” You ask as you follow him to the door.

“Yup,” he turns to look at you. “Would you consider staying the night with us? Nothing has to happen, we just want to spend a little bit more than a few hours together.”

“I’d like that a lot.”

“Good. I’ll see you soon then.” He kisses you again, his lips soft yet demanding against yours. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

“I’m going to need the coldest shower.” You rest your head against the closed door muttering to yourself.

It was a little after midnight when you were startled awake. You had been in a deep sleep so it took a moment for you to realize what woke you up. A scent. Not just any scent, the one from the hallway a few days ago. It was so strong it almost felt like the person was standing over you. Your apartment was extremely quiet so you hear the jingle of a door knob being turned. Immediately your heart rate picks up. You head toward your bedroom door and open it just a little to figure out if someone broke in. Further down you hear what you’re sure to be the apartment door rattle. Someone was definitely trying to break in. There’s a growl loud enough to make a shiver run down your spine and you scramble to get the baseball bat from underneath the bed. You jump when your phone starts vibrating and when you grab it you see Steve’s face on the screen so you answer.

“What’s wrong?” He says before you’re able to say anything. There’s rustling in the background like he was maybe getting dressed.

“I think someone is trying to break into my apartment.” You whisper.

“Where are you now?”

“In my room.” You gasp when you hear a bang at the door. “I think they’re trying to kick the door down. What do I do Stevie?”

“Can you get out using the fire escape?”

“No, the ladder sticks and won’t go down all the way. It’s too high for me to jump down to the ground.”

“You’ll have to stay in your room, can you block the door somehow?”

“With my dresser.”

“Do that and stay in there we’re on our way ok?”

“Ok.” You cover your mouth with your hand when another bang comes from outside. “Please hurry.” You move quickly to push your dresser against the door. Another bang echoes through the apartment. You were silently thanking Jonah and Ricky for installing the extra locks on your door.

“Darling, what’s happening?” Bucky asked as you moved to the furthest corner of your room.

“They’re still there.”

You were starting to panic. There was a tightness in your chest and it felt like you couldn’t breathe. Tears were starting to form in your eyes. Bucky was talking but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. All of your attention was on the door. The apartment door slams against the wall and you do your best not to scream. It felt like you were sitting there for ages. With shaky hands you hold up the phone to your ear.

“They’re inside.” You whimper at the sound of the bedroom’s handle jiggling. There’s a knock on your window and you practically jump.

Bucky is standing on your fire escape motioning for you to open the window. There’s another bang against the door and it’s strong enough to move the dresser. You feel frozen where you stood, your eyes glued to the door. Bucky knocks again and this time you move quickly and unlock the window. There’s a grunt and something smashing outside of your door.

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” Bucky looks you over. All you can manage to do is shake your head no. He pulls you into his chest, letting his scent surround you. His presence was enough for you to calm down.

There’s a knock on the door and you jump again.

“Sweetheart it’s me, it’s Steve. Can you open the door?” Steve says from the other side.

Bucky pulls the dresser out of the way easily. He opens the door and Steve rushes in heading straight to you.

“Are you ok?”

“I am now.” You lean into his touch as he checks you over just like Bucky had. “Did you get whoever it was?”

“Yes, we got him. Sam is talking with the police now.” He places a kiss on your forehead. “You can’t stay here for now. Why don’t you pack a bag and you can stay with us for a few days. At least until we get your door fixed.”

“Ok.” You hug him before you turn to start packing.

Sam had his arm around your shoulders, Steve stood in front of you and Bucky was next to you both holding the bags you’d packed in a hurry. You weren’t sure how long you’d be staying with them but you know there wasn’t enough clothing, especially for work. But you’d worry about that later, all you wanted now was to sleep.

Steve and Bucky disappeared further in the apartment while Sam led you to the living room. He sat you down and went to the kitchen, coming back a few minutes later with a steaming mug of something.

“Chamomile tea,” he said as he set the mug down. “Try to drink some, it should help relax you some.”

“Why? Do I not look relaxed?”

He chuckles because he can clearly see how tense you are and because he knows you’re joking. Sam sat next to you and he let you settle into his side. You let your head rest against his chest and you could hear his heart beating. It calmed you more than any tea ever could.

“What are Steve and Bucky doing?”

“They’re getting a room ready for you.” He says as his hand moves up and down your arm absentmindedly. “How are you feeling after what happened?”

“I don’t know,” you answer after a moment. “It still feels like a nightmare. I'm a bit confused.”

“Confused about what?”

“Well when I realized someone was trying to break in, Steve called me and asked me what was wrong. But how could he know something was wrong if I hadn’t even had a chance to call the police?”

Sam smiles as he tilts your head back. His fingers trace the area Steve’s bite mark is.

“He knew something was wrong because he felt it through this. Even though this is temporary it works similar to an actual bond.”

“Oh, that makes sense.”

“What makes sense?” Steve asked as he walked back into the living room. Bucky trailing behind looking upset.

“How you knew I was in trouble.”

Steve sat next to you and placed his hand on your thigh. He squeezed lightly before moving his hand up and down. The whole ordeal had been exhausting and you couldn’t stifle the yawn that escaped you.

“You should get to bed. Let me show you where you’ll stay.” Bucky spoke up. Instead of letting you get up and walk he threw you over his shoulder.

“Bucky.” You squeaked in surprise before laughing. “I can walk, you know.”

“Doesn’t mean you have too.”

“Goodnight boys.”

“Goodnight.” Both Sam and Steve replied.

He set you down once you were inside a bedroom. His scent was all over the place and it was very comforting but it wouldn’t be enough.

“Bucky, would you stay with me?”

“Of course.” He smiles and you head straight for bed where either Steve or Bucky had pulled out the blankets you’d brough with you.

It took you a few minutes but you arranged them in a way that was comforting for you. Once you settled in bed you looked up to see Bucky leaning against the door with a smile on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing, you’re just cute. Can I enter your nest?”

“It’s not a nest it’s just-“ you started saying as you looked around and sure enough it looked similar to the nests you’ve seen pictures of. “A… nest. Yes you can come in.”

Bucky kicks off his boots and jacket before climbing into bed with you. He opens his arms and you settle in next to him. You relax immediately and it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

You wake up first. The bed is a mess of blankets and bodies. It seemed like after you fell asleep Steve and Sam joined you in bed. As quickly as possible you get out of bed, hoping not to disturb the sleeping men. Sam reaches over the spot you were just in and instead of finding you finds Bucky, pulling him closer. With a smile you sneak out of the room and head toward the living room where you left your purse. You check your phone and you’re up thirty minutes before your alarm would have gone off.

In the kitchen you start the coffee maker and begin to rummage around for sugar, creamer and a mug. There’s a slight breeze behind you but you don’t pay attention to it thinking it’s the A/C kicking on.

“Good morning.” You hear behind you in a voice you don’t recognize. A scream rips from your throat and the mug you had in your hand almost falls to the ground. The surprise visitor held out the mug for you. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare y-“

The man that had surprised you is pulled away by an angry looking Bucky. Your hand is on your chest and once you realize who it is you chuckle. Steve and Sam are right behind Bucky. Looking as if they’re ready to murder someone.

“Buck it’s ok. Let Pietro go.” Steve said, softly putting a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky didn’t listen, his eyes still held a murderous gaze. You stepped in between him and Pietro and placed a hand on his cheek.

“Hey I’m fine. I was just surprised, that's all. Can you let Pietro go now?”

Bucky lets go of Pietro and wraps his arms around you instead. He pulls you into his chest and buries his face into your neck as he turns his back to the beta.

“I really am sorry. I didn’t realize your omega was in.”

“It’s ok, Pietro. There was a break in at my apartment and I guess I’m still jumpy. It’s nice to meet you though. I’m Y/N by the way.” You say as you lean to the side to look past Bucky.

“It is nice to meet you as well. The team will be excited to know you’re finally here. These three don’t stop talking about you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. You should hear what they say.”

“Ok and that’s enough. Why are you here roadrunner?” Sam asks.

“Steve was going to train with me today. When he didn’t show up I came to check in. Since he’s so old, you know?”

You giggle and hide your face in Bucky’s chest when Steve playfully glares at you.

“Pietro I’m sorry I completely forgot. Would you be ok if we rescheduled for later today.”

“No problem. See you around Y/N.” He says and runs out, leaving before you’re able to say goodbye.

Even after Pietro is gone and it’s just the four of you, Bucky doesn’t let go. You try to walk away from his grasp but he only tightens his hold on you. He lifts you up and sits you on the counter and hides his face in your neck.

“Uh- Bucky?”

“Just give him a minute. You’re not the only one that’s still one edge because of last night. And when we heard your scream and you weren’t in bed well…” Sam says and motions to Bucky.

Nod in understanding and wrap your arms around him. You play with his hair and Bucky starts to relax against you.

“I didn’t mean to scare you guys.”

“It’s ok. We just want to keep you safe is all.” Bucky mumbles once he finally pulls away.

He’s quickly replaced by Sam who also hides his face in your neck. You feel the tip of his nose move up your neck as he inhales deeply. Steve took his own turn scenting you. He finished by placing a kiss on the temporary bond mark on your neck.

After that the four of you spent the morning getting ready for the day. When it was time for you to go to work Bucky insisted on taking you. You couldn’t deny him the request since you were now aware of his worry over your safety.

You weren’t sure what was worse, your alphas and mates fussing over you because they were worried or your pack mates doing the same thing. Jonah and Ricky hovered, even Mrs. Levy would call down to reception throughout the day to make sure you weren’t in danger. And it went on all week. It was somehow endearing and annoying at the same time.

You were grateful it was Friday and that you wouldn’t have to be escorted from the tower to your job for at least three days thanks to the long weekend. When you get outside though it’s not your alphas that are waiting for you, it’s the Black Widow herself. You’d only met her briefly a few weeks back but still you walked up to her with a nervous smile. Mrs. levy eyed her up and down before saying her goodbyes.

“Hey Y/N, the guys asked me to pick you. There was some incident at training and they had to handle it.”

“Are they ok?” You say as you check your phone, there weren't any unread messages from them.

“Yeah, some recruits got overly confident. Happens every time there’s a new group.” She waves her hand dismissively.

“Oh ok. Well since it’s you here and not them, especially Steve, would it be ok to make two stops?”

“Depends on where.”

“The apartment and an art studio.” You look at her hopefully.

At the end of the day it is in an alpha’s nature to want to make omegas happy and apparently the infamous spy isn’t immune.

“As long as it’s quick.”

“Thank you so much,” you say as you get in the car. “I’ve needed to get a few things, especially a gift for Steve’s birthday but they would not take me back to the apartment.”

“They tend to be overprotective when it comes to something or someone they care about, especially if it’s you. Those three have been a pain in the ass since the break in though.”

You chuckle because it’s true but you appreciate what they’ve done for you. “Still, it’s nice someone cares that much for me. I’ve never had that before.”

Nat takes her eyes off the road for a moment and studies you. From what she knew, which was more than she would ever let on, most of your life had been full of abuse and trauma. She hadn’t really looked into your family but she did look into the hospital visits and reports from school which listed all of the things done to you. She did it to protect her friends and make sure you weren’t trying to hurt them. The more she learned the more she understood why Sam, Steve and Bucky were acting the way they were. It’s why she volunteered to pick you up today. She’d seen the reported abuse but now she was really putting a face to the survivor. And you sat in the passenger's seat humming along to the song playing on the radio with a certain lightness and love for life.

When Nat parks the car you don’t immediately get out. No, instead you take a moment and look around trying to find something or someone out of place. Once you’re satisfied you open the passenger’s side door and step out. Nat follows your lead all the way up to your apartment. The door and lock had been replaced and you fished around your bag to get the new key. The stench from the alpha that broke in still lingered in the air. You still hadn’t been told why he was trying to get in though.

“You can make yourself comfortable if you want. I’m just going to grab a few extra clothes and one of Steve’s gifts.” You say as you walk further into the apartment but Nat follows you and stops at the door, not wanting to invade what was supposed to be your nest.

You move around the room gracefully as you pull out an extra bag and some more clothes. Then you dig in the back of the closet for the present you had bought. It was only one of two but it still didn’t feel like enough.

“So, do you have a mate? Or are you courting someone?” You ask as you open your drawers. “I’m sorry, that’s none of my business.”

“It’s ok, I’m courting Bruce actually.”

“I can see that. You’d totally be cute together.” You say while double checking your bag. “Ok I’m ready to go.”

You stopped at the art studio to pick up Steve’s other gift and now Nat was pulling into a parking spot in the tower’s garage. She leads you to the elevators and the stench from the night of the break in hits you again. Immediately you’re on edge as you look around the parking lot and Nat curses under her breath. One of the elevators opens to reveal two agents and two cops escorting a man in handcuffs.

His eyes snap up to yours and he gives you an evil grin. Your breath hitches as he gets closer and he stops right in front of you. He towers over you and his smile turns into a sneer.

“You stupid fucking bitch.” He spits out. “You just had to ruin everything didn’t you?”

“Shut up.”

“You don’t tell me what to do. You’re a worthless broken omega whore. Always have been and always will be.” He tries to lunge at you but the agents pull him back and toward the awaiting cop car. But he’s too strong for them and he just walks back toward you. This time Nat stands in front of you ready to attack if he tries anything.

“Enjoy being their rut toy while you still can. He’s coming for you and this time he’s going to rip out your throat.”

“I’d like to see him try.” You say through gritted teeth.

The cops and agents pull him away but his eyes stay on you the whole time. Nat turns and blocks your view.

“How do you know him?”

“That’s my brother Daniel.” You say as you wipe away a tear and turn back toward the elevator.

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest. Ignoring the rest of Nat’s questions you turned and headed to the elevators. You wanted to be alone. It had been years since you’d seen your brother and it pained you that his scent was unrecognizable.

When the elevator doors opened your three alphas were already there waiting. You ignored them and pushed through to get into the apartment and into the room you’d been using. Panic, fear and worry were all making your scent sour.

“Y/N? Is everything ok?” Steve had called out but you didn’t answer. “What happened while you were out?”

All three alphas turned their attention to Nat.

“You know the alpha that broke into her apartment?” They nodded. “It’s her brother, Daniel. Said some horrible things. And then said he was going to rip her throat out.”

“Who is he?”

“No idea.”

They looked at each other concerned. Then Sam and Bucky walked back toward the room you’d been using in order to check up on you.

“Can you-“

“Already on it, Rogers. I’ll check in with Tony to see if we can look into the men in her life. Though we don’t have much to go on.” Nat looks up at him and studies his face. “She’s good for all of you. I’m glad you found each other. Make sure you take care of her.”

“Of course. I think her pack would kill us if we did anything to even upset her.”

“She has a pack?”

“Yeah, work friends. One of them has a mate. They made their own pack.”

Nat nods. “I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

“Thanks Nat.”

She leaves just as Sam and Bucky walk back out into the living room. Bucky was pacing back and forth. Anxious and worried for whatever it was that happened to you.

“She locked herself in the room and she doesn’t want to come out. She won’t even answer us. What should we do?”

“I’m not sure, Sam. I guess we'll just wait it out.”

“What? No, she needs us. We can’t just let her feel alone and scared.” Bucky argued. He was getting riled up. Bucky didn’t like to see those he cared about be upset especially if he couldn’t really do anything about it.

“Baby,” Sam walked up to him, effectively cutting off Bucky’s pacing. He takes Bucky’s face in his hands. “I know you want to help her but maybe she just needs a minute to gather her thoughts. It’s just like when you need to be alone sometimes after a nightmare.” Sam presses his lips against Bucky’s and the latter relaxes just a bit. “Let’s give her a moment. Why don’t we go get something for her.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, how about some flowers. Something to cheer her up.”

Bucky nods and turns to look at Steve.

“I will let you know the moment she’s out. Go, get our girl something good.”

“Ok.”

Sam and Steve look at each other in silent understanding before they share a brief kiss. Then Sam heads out the door with Bucky and Steve heads in the direction of the room you’ve locked yourself in.

The moment you got to the room you locked yourself in and then you grabbed one of the blankets that smelled just like the boys, wrapping it around yourself. Their combined scents brought you comfort and it’s exactly what you needed even if you wanted to be alone. Bucky and Sam called your name softly through the door but you ignored them. You climbed into your nest and tightened the blanket around you. Everything your brother said to you kept replaying in your head over and over again until you fell asleep.

About an hour later you feel a dip in the bed. Your eyes flutter open and they land on Steve. He smiles and when he reaches out to cup your cheek you flinch away from his touch. His smile falters a little but he doesn’t get upset. At least not with you.

“Sweetheart, are you ok? We’re worried about you.”

“I don’t know. Did Nat-“

“She told us. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“Ok.” You pushed the blanket off of yourself just enough to reach out for him. “Could you stay with me?”

Steve smiles again and lays down behind you. His warmth is welcomed and the weight of his arm in your waist is somehow comforting. The door opens and you see Sam and Bucky standing there waiting. You pull back the covers and Bucky moves first. Sam sits up against the headboard and winks in your direction when you look up at him.

“I’m sorry if I made you worry.”

“It’s ok. It must have been a shock to see your brother.” Sam answers.

“Yeah, I haven’t seen him in years.” You say as you snuggle into Bucky’s chest. “I think something happened to him. He was never that aggressive.”

“Was he protective over you?”

“Not really but if my dad ever told him to punish me he wouldn’t hit me as hard or whatever my dad told him to do.”

All three of them tense at the information and the way you say it so casually. They had all tried to talk with your brother for a week and he didn’t say a word but they could tell something was wrong. However at the moment their focus is on you and only you.

“We’ll figure it out ok. You don’t have to worry about him.” Bucky says.

“I do, he’s my brother. We were treated differently because he was an alpha but my parents were horrible to him too. I can’t just ignore all of that now.”

“That’s understandable but we don’t want to have you meet him again until we can figure out what’s going on with him. Is that ok?”

“It’s ok. I know you just want to protect me.” You turn in Bucky’s embrace to look at Steve. “I’ve never had this before and I trust you, all of you, so I’ll listen to what you say.”

Steve kisses your forehead as you get more comfortable. You can’t help but think of your brother when he was younger and now. How he tried and failed to protect you. It was his instinct not only as your older brother but as an alpha. Maybe he knew back then that you were an omega.

“I think he was trying to warn me.” You say after a few minutes of silence.

“Warn you about what?” Sam asks from behind you.

“Maybe someone is after me? Danny said ‘he’s coming for you’ when we were little he’d always tell me what was going to happen so that I could at least be ready for it.”

“But who is he?”

“Maybe it’s your dad.” Bucky offered but he was really talking to Sam and Steve. Sam gets up and excuses himself. He quickly goes off to find Nat to help her look into who might be after you.

“We’ll figure it out and keep you safe, Darling.”

“I know you will.”

Ch 10

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Yandere jock (Kai Martinez) x reader she/her pronouns for reader.

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TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️- cussing suggestive content, slight alcohol consumption, yandere behavior , reckless driving,speeding , reader lowkey being afraid. POSITIVELY DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED.-enjoy the fall.-🐇♦️🖤

“Gonna hold ya, Gonna kiss ya in my arms , Gonna take ya, Away from harm…”

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“Come on y/n , we’re going to be late!!” Y/f/n says as she walks into the bathroom where you are currently getting ready , as you put down your makeup brush you pick up your phone , looking at the time and the multiple texts and calls from Kai , you decide to ignore them , “y/f/n , it’s 9:20 , the party don’t start till 9:50” you say as you continue to do your make up.

“Yeah so? , we need to pre game!!! , we’re going to our first ever frat party! , theirs going to be so many hot guys there!!” She says as she hops onto the bathroom counter , “I don’t plan on getting shit faced drunk y/f/n , I plan on actually being aware of my surroundings” you chuckle , as your phone vibrates, y/f/n looks down at your phone , and then looks up at you , “still ignoring him huh?” She says as she takes a drink from a red solo cup , you sigh out , “no…well..it’s not ignoring… more like taking a break from our friendship!” You say , “yeah your ignoring him!!” Your friend laughs out , “you do know he’ll be here at the party tonight… right?” She says as she looks at you with a confused look.

“Well now that I know that , suddenly I don’t feel like going” you say as you fix you hair up a bit , “no ma’am!!! , your definitely going even if Kai wasn’t there, you would still be going!” She says as she jumps off the counter , and looks into the mirror fixing her makeup a bit, as you chew on the inside of your cheek , wondering if you should go or not , you finally decide to go , “ugh fine , I’ll go …only because your forcing me too!” You say as you walk out of the bathroom.

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As you and y/f/n enters the big frat house, you immediately smell alcohol and … what is that smell? Smells fruity your mind then connects the Dots as you look up you notice the vape clouds reaching up to the Celling ,you shake your head immediately wanting to leave , before you could turn to your friend, a voice speaks “hey y/f/n!!” A guy calls out , you recognize him , he’s on the football team with Kai , and not only that , him and y/f/n , has been ‘talking’ with each other , “hey y/n , do you mind if I go with him real quick? , I promise I’ll be back before you know it!!” She says as she smiles shyly at you , you can’t deny her from seeing her boy Toy , “that’s fine , just meet up with me in the kitchen , when your done” you wink at her for that last part obviously you know that they’re going to fuck , she waves you bye as she walks away , “now where is the alcohol..?” You say as you walk into the kitchen.

Your already on your second cup of alcohol , your not drunk or buzzed which is good , as you sit on the counter waiting for y/f/n to come back , you scroll through Instagram , you then breathe out before looking up , before deciding to move to the living room to sit on the couch for better back support.

You check the time , 10:47 , y/f/n has been gone for about 30 minutes, your still on you second cup , then you get a message from y/f/n , “just got done lol , fixing up my makeup and cleaning myself up real quick , I’ll give you all the juicy details!! , be down in 10” you laugh , not noticing someone sitting beside you.

“Y/n…” a voice calls out to you , no not just any voice, you recognize it. You turn your head to reveal a taller male with gray eyes and black curly hair , dressed in a black tank top with cargo pants , and black converse. It’s Kai . You breathe out already feeling the awkward feeling between you both , “u-uh hey Martinez” you say as you try to make it not Awkward, “that’s all you can say?…you’ve been ignoring me! , d-did I do something wrong? Please forgive me if I-I did!” He says as he grabs your hand gently rubbing his thumb over your back hand, you sigh out , “look Kai.. you didn’t do anything wrong, I promise, I-I just kinda of needed a break from…everything” you say as you look at him then you look to the crowd, before he could speak your phone vibrates , “hold on , it’s y/f/n..” you say as you pull your hand away , you didn’t notice then but he looked away ,and pure spite , and anger was written all over his face.

“Hey y/n , sooooo change of plans, if it’s cool with you , jacob wants to go back to his dorm with me , but i can Uber back with you “ she says as she giggles at the male in the room with her , you sigh out , you don’t want to ruin her night , cause she barely gets to see her boy toy, but at the same time you don’t want to Uber Alone , “eh…I don’t know…I really don’t want to Uber alone” you say catching the attention of the taller male, “y/n , I can take you back to your place!” He says as he perks up , “I don’t know Kai …” , “it’s fine y/n! , it’s really no problem!” Well you have been ignoring him , but you do trust him, you know he wouldn’t try anything, “fine. Look y/f/n , Martinez is going to take me back to my place, be safe okay?” , “thank you y/n! , you be safe too!” She says as she hangs up. ══✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿════✿══╡°˖✧✿

As you lean back into the passenger seat , looking out the window , enjoying the slightly quiet night , you bop your head a bit to the song playing , “so y/n…I have a question” Kai speaks up as he turns the radio down a bit , you breathe out already feeling the tension, might as well get this over with , “go ahead and shoot Kai.” , “I know your lying to me.” He grips the steering wheel a bit tight , “ you didn’t take a break from ‘everything’… you took a break from me.” He says as he speeds up a bit , your annoyed at this point , so you decide to let everything loose , “yeah and what about it Kai?… I needed a break from you , so what.” You shrug as you look away from the window , then at him, “oh angel… why can’t you see that I love you.” He says as the speed picks up steadily, you get a bit nervous, “Kai slow down, before you kill us.” You say getting more and more annoyed , “s…say you love me y/n.” He says as the speed increases , he has to be going at least 70 on this backroad , “k-Kai stop!” You say getting scared, “why?!!..why don’t you love me?!, i love everything about you….why are you trying to leave me?… i worship the ground you walk on y/n!! , i would kill for you…I would die for you!. One thing I will never let happen is never let you leave … we’ll both be fucking dead before that happens.” He chuckles at that last part then he looks at you. His eyes off the road, as his speeding increases, he hit 100. “K-kai look at the fucking road and slow down you psychopath!!!” You say trying to get his attention back to the road.

“Say you love me… say you fucking love me or I swear to god… I’ll kill us both right now y/n.” He says as he continues to look at you his speed still increasing , If he was in the city he would’ve of definitely hit something. You shake with fear, your stomach having butterflies from the speed. Your on the brink of tears , he then stomps on his foot on the gas , making the car go faster the speed immediately jumping to 130 in seconds “FUCKING SAY YOU LOVE ME Y/N!!!” He yells at you , “I-I love you , so much, I-I’m sorry ignored you!, p-please Kai just slow down..” you say as you look at him , and almost immediately he slows down his speed once at 130 dropping down to 80 in seconds. He looks back at the road. As he continues to drop the speed back down to the speeding limit, “i love you so much y/n..words can’t explain how I feel about you. I’ll forever will love you.” You don’t even respond you just let out panicked breathes , you then turn your body towards the window letting out your tears quietly. ══✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿════✿══╡°˖✧✿

A/n-who knew our sweet boy could be so damn scary 😭 I kinda like when he’s acting crazy but that’s just me personally 🤭-🐇♦️🖤

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere jock #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere series

[beestriker015]

Jealous Mythra x male driver s/o

(This is an AU where s/o is Mythra’s driver instead of Rex or Adam)

After helping a group of traveling merchants recover their stolen goods, s/o and his blade Mythra, known all across Alrest as the legendary Aegis, are graciously thanked by the friendly merchants.

“We owe our livelihood to you both. Is there anything we can do to thank you beyond mere words?”

The leader of the merchants asks as s/o smiles and shakes his head.

“That’s not necessary. Mythra and I are just happy to have helped. Aren’t we Mythra?”

The blonde haired blade simply nods in response.

“Sorry about her, Mythra isn’t all that great when it comes to pleasantries.”

“I understand. You two make quite the team.”

“Thanks. I really am a lucky guy to have Mythra by my side.”

He gives her a friendly hug, causing her to blush before pushing him away with a huff like the tsundere she is.

“On the contrary, I’d say that she is the lucky one. I bet any female blade would love to have a hunk like you as her driver.”

A very attractive female merchant says rather flirtatiously to s/o.

“W-well, I wouldn’t say that I’m a hunk, but I appreciate the compliment ma’am.”

S/o awkwardly tells her, making the merchant giggle as she looks him up and down with a sultry expression.

“Trust me, you definitely are. Here’s a little reward for helping us.”

She kisses him on the cheek, much to Mythra’s anger.

“Did you like that handsome? If so, there’s more where that came from.”

Before she could kiss s/o again, Mythra pulls him away and holds onto him possessively as she glares at the merchant.

“That’s enough! Do you shamelessly flirt with every guy you meet?! We’re happy to have helped you all, but it’s time for me and s/o to leave. Bye.”

She begins dragging her confused driver away as the merchant calls out to her.

“Ooooh, I get it. You want him all to yourself don’t you?”

Her question causes Mythra to stop dead in her tracks and look at her with a flustered expression.

“W-what?! N-no I don’t! S/o is my driver, I don’t have feelings for him!”

“Uh-huh. Your stutter and blush are really convincing there. Just admit it, you love him.”

Not having a good rebuttal, Mythra scoffs and quickly drags s/o away until they’re both alone.

“What is going on with you Mythra?! You aren’t jealous that she kissed me are you?”

“I’m not jealous! Just shut up s/o!”

She yells at him, causing him to flinch and turn away from her with his feelings slightly hurt.

Realization what she’s done, Mythra mentally kicks herself and sighs.

“W-wait s/o, I’m…sorry.”

He glances back at his blade for a moment before giving her a response.

“It’s ok….”

After a long silence, s/o speaks up again.

“Hey. Mythra?”

She turns to him as he looks at her in concern.

“If something is bothering you, please tell me ok?”

“……..”

“Mythra?”

The Aegis sighs before taking a few steps closer to her driver.

“A-about what that merchant girl said to me. I-it’s true s/o, I do have feelings for you.”

Hearing this really catches s/o off guard.

“H-how long have you felt this way about me Mythra?”

“I don’t know exactly, but one day something just clicked that made me realize that I….I love you s/o.”

S/o stares at her for a moment as a smile grows on his face.

“I love you too.”

Mythra looks at him with wide eyes.

“What did you just say?!”

“I said I love you too Mythra.

Uncharacteristically, the light elemental blade jumps into s/o’s arms and hugs him tightly.

“Woah, someone’s happy.”

“Shut up s/o, let me have this.”

To his surprise, Mythra then kisses him passionately on the lips before pulling away with a smug smile.

“There. I bet that kiss was much better than the one the merchant gave you. Am I right s/o?”

“So you were jealous.”

“Answer the question s/o!”

“Yes. Your kiss was a million times better. Wanna know why?”

“Because I’m a better kisser than her?”

“While that is true, it wasn’t what I was going to say. Yours was better….because it was from the woman who has my heart.”

“T-that’s so sweet. Corny, but still sweet.”

“And you love it.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“So, are we like…boyfriend and girlfriend now?”

“Are you seriously asking me that after everything that’s happened?! You idiot, of course we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now!”

“No need to yell, I just wanted to be sure! I love you Mythra.”

He kisses her forehead, calming her down.

“I love you too…idiot.”

S/o smiles as the two hug once more.

“From now on, if any girl tries to kiss you, she’s going down!”

Mythra grumbles as s/o chuckles and pats her on the head, which she secretly enjoys.

“As if I’d let any other girl kiss me but you.”

“Hmph. Good answer.”

She smiles in satisfaction as the two continue to embrace.

With that, s/o and Mythra’s relationship is no longer simply driver and blade, but lovers as well.

#xenoblade chronicles 2 #xenoblade chronicles 2 x reader #mythra #mythra xenoblade #mythra xc2 #mythra x reader #nintendo #nintendo x reader #aegis #xc2 #male reader #mythra x male reader #xenoblade chronicles 2 x male reader

[t3a-tan]

New Perspectives (2/?)

Word Count: 4,914

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Some good ol bonding in this chapter. James is starting to learn to be vulnerable around his friend. Maybe that’s connected to whatever made them switch sizes in the first place? Who knows...

I do. I know. :)

Comments and reblogs are what keep me writing, so any help with motivation is appreciated ^^ @might-be-tiny-gt

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"Oh shit…" James groaned as he remembered he and his ex wife had wanted to call today. She would get upset if he flaked…. Not to mention this was supposed to be about their daughter. James didn't want to back out either— he hated being kept in the dark about his daughter’s life and was thankful that even after his fuck-ups his ex-wife still kept him in the loop for the most part.

Oliver hummed, noticing James's body language was similar to the other times he had to call his ex-wife. He moved aside before leaving James on the counter and going up the stairs, quickly returning with the phone. He took one look at the caller ID before answering— he understood how important these calls were for James.

"Hello there. Sorry, James is a bit sick at the moment, this is his friend Oliver. Would you be able to rearrange the call for whenever he’s better…?" He spoke, awkwardly holding the little device to his ear. He had never spoken to James’s ex-wife, Emily, before but he had called James through other humans’ phones so he didn’t find talking into a phone to be too unnatural.

[“Oh— Yeah sure, that’s fine. It's nice to meet you Oliver– James has mentioned you a couple times before… Is he okay..? Just a minor bug, right?”]

Oliver had only ever heard her voice faintly and unintelligibly through the speaker before so it was quite surreal to hear her voice clearly like this. He glanced down at James who seemed relieved and was now just paying close attention to Emily’s voice with the same forlorn kicked-puppy look he always got when they were on call.

“Nothing serious. I believe it’s only a cold, but he’s running a fever at the moment so he’s a little out of it. I’m keeping him out of trouble though, ma’am, don’t worry.” Oliver assured. A soft chuckle came through the other end of the call.

[“Ma’am? I’m not that old yet, am I?”] She remarked rhetorically before returning to a more serious but still gentle tone of voice. [“Hey Oliver…can I trust you to be honest with me? How has he been doing..? Like…really. I know he doesn’t want to worry me, but… He’s not drinking again, is he..?”]

Oliver blinked, not really expecting for her to want to continue a conversation with him after he told her that James was unavailable. He cleared his throat slightly, shifting the phone in his grip again in an awkward manner. He turned away from James slightly as he responded.

“He’s not been drinking as far as I’m aware… Emily.” The borrower paused briefly as he said her name rather than addressing her through honorifics. “He’s been doing good. He talks about Mackenzie a lot, as usual.”

Her airy laughter sung through the speaker.

[“Yeah? Well, Mackenzie’s school photo was processed today, so I’ll send that through and hey— maybe that will make his cold go away. Let him know that I’ll send him a physical copy too if he wants to put it up.”]

“I will. Have a good day, Emily.” Oliver smiled slightly.

[“You too. Bye.”]

He hung up before turning back around to relay the news to James, only to find that James was gone. Oliver bristled in surprise, slowly putting the phone down whilst glancing over the surface of the counter, only to notice a slight weight at the back of his shirt. Oliver tensed up again, not wanting to move for fear of potentially jostling the human enough that he might fall and injure himself.

“James? What on Earth are you doing..?” Oliver asked, his voice almost a whisper as if talking too loud may have the same effect.

“Climbing to your shoulder so I can listen too…what does it look like I’m doing?” The tiny voice of his once-towering friend replied. Oliver’s brows furrowed in confusion and he let mild exasperation seep into his tone.

“Firstly, you could have simply asked me to put it on speaker phone and I would have done so. Secondly, please do not climb me without my knowledge. You are already weakened due to your attempt earlier, and if I am not prepared to catch you then performing such stunts may end fatally. Do you have a stable grip at the moment..?” He asked.

“Yeah, wh—” James’s question was cut short as a hand suddenly reached down and grabbed him up from the threads he had been clinging to. For a moment the human felt as if time had slowed down, his eyes focused on the fingers that were quickly approaching, unable to do anything. He knew that these fingers belonged to Oliver, but despite that, the terror of seeing such a large living thing grabbing at him sent his mind into a panic.

Oliver was gentle but in order to pick James up from where he had been clinging onto his back he ended up grabbing the man in a slightly awkward position. He quickly brought his hand back around where he could see James again before opening his fingers. He didn’t expect for James to go back into fight or flight from such a motion, startled by how he could now feel for himself how fast his tiny heart was beating beneath his thumb.

It took him a moment or two to react to the sudden panic, at first only staring before realizing his mistake. Oliver opened his mouth to talk and correct this issue, only for James to make a reckless attempt at struggling out of his grip. Subsequently, Oliver’s grip only tightened in response, though Oliver was careful not to press too hard before very quickly lowering his hands to the counter and letting James go.

“I— Apologies. It’s alright, I should have warned you beforehand… Deep breaths again… No James, don’t—” The enlarged borrower attempted something similar to what he had done before, but this time James was not cornered and standing still… right now he was making a run for it. Where to? Nowhere. He was very obviously just fleeing the perceived danger in the only way he could: ineffectively.

Oliver kept his hands to himself and watched as James hid behind the coffee machine, his lips pressed together in a contemplative frown. He waited for the human to stop running before speaking again.

“James…” He began, lowering himself so that he was more at eye-level with the shrunken man. He waited patiently until James met his green-eyed gaze which was filled with nothing but compassion. “That was not right of me, I apologize. You are safe. Everything is okay… Let’s breathe together, hm? In for four…hold for four…out for four… That’s it…”

It took a couple of minutes but soon James was consistently breathing properly, but Oliver stayed silent and waited for the human to speak first this time. James soon did, though he stayed partially behind the coffee machine.

“F-fucking hell, your hands are massive…” He breathed, voice still understandably quiet and reserved after his fright. Oliver really didn't like the feeling it gave him to be so terrifying to someone he now considered a close friend, but this wasn't about him. He was focusing on James.

"Comparatively, yes… proportionately, they're actually quite average." Oliver wasn't even attempting to lighten the mood with that, responding to questions that hadn't been asked in the first place. "Are you alright? I didn't hurt you at all..?"

James shook his head.

"Had me halfway to a heart attack, but I'm physically fine." He spoke a bit harshly after the frightening and somewhat embarrassing experience, but upon looking into Oliver's regret-filled eyes he couldn't find it in himself to snap at him. Oliver had already acknowledged what he did and there was no point in having bad blood, so James sighed under his breath.

"I'm fine, Oliver. I know you wouldn't hurt me— really. But… my instincts aren't catching up to speed apparently." James assured. And I was definitely not going to be able to climb up or down from there without help anyway… Not that I would admit that out loud.

Oliver still looked conflicted.

"Yes, but I should still be more careful. I know I would not hurt you, but I don't want to frighten you either. Especially because if you begin to associate me and my hands with that sensation of panic, that could spell trouble in the future… I don't want to indirectly cause you any trauma." He responded, scolding himself.

James didn't really know what to say because… Oliver was right. As usual. But he didn't want Oliver to feel bad— and he didn't even want to be scared in the first place! He had much more respect for the borrower now knowing how insanely collected he was in the face of so much danger. If only he could be strong like that.

The shrunken man stepped out again before walking over to where Oliver's eyes just peeked over the top of the kitchen counter. A sharp green gaze focused on him, going slightly cross-eyed the closer James got. James crouched down in front of Oliver's face, placing a hand up against the substantial forehead of his once tiny-friend. His heart rate had increased due to the proximity, but he held himself with confidence.

"You're a good friend, Oliver. Probably the best and closest I've ever had… I'm not scared of you. I will never be scared of you. You understand that, mate?" He spoke with a firm and unwavering tone. Oliver seemed like he was about to protest somehow so James cut him off before he could get a word in.

"This situation is fucking weird and absurd, and I can't help that my body is responding to this new…perspective with fear. But I trust you. You startled me earlier, but just as long as you give me a heads up I will keep my calm. Promise." James stood up straight again, taking a few steps back and holding out his arms. "Go on. You can test me if you want. I'm a changed man."

Oliver's eyebrows pinched in confusion at the gesture, but he understood what James was getting at. Oliver didn't particularly want to 'test' James, but it seemed the man was more so asking to validate himself and his own confidence. Oliver relaxed a little again, humming softly. Maybe he could take this time to allow his curiosity to run wild.

"If you're willing… May I inspect you? I didn't want to focus too much on holding you before in case I got distracted… but if you are fine with that I would like to pay more attention to how it feels to hold someone of your stature." He asked. James gave him a deadpan look in response.

"I said 'test me'. If that's how you want to go about it, then go ahead. Hit me." He reiterated. Oliver bristled a little at his words.

"I don't want to hit you, James. I mean only to hold you and shift you around a bit…" He protested. James's arms lowered slightly and he quirked an eyebrow. He could explain that he wasn't asking Oliver to literally hit him, but instead he just shook it off.

"Go on then." He spoke, expression softening. Oliver paused for a few moments before getting up off of the floor again, bringing his hand closer but slowly to observe how James would react. If James seemed too uncomfortable he would stop…

But, James managed to keep his composure. Though he seemed a bit uneasy he still held a determined glint in his eye that showed he really wasn't going to back down about this.

Oliver appreciated that the man was willing to push past his discomfort for the sake of him— even if that was somewhat misguided…Oliver wasn't hurt, he was only concerned, and he understood that James trusted him so there was nothing to prove…not to Oliver at least.

Even so, it meant a lot that James was still holding his ground despite the towering hand coming closer and closer. Oliver stopped putting it off and finally gathered James up into his hand, careful with his movements. After being sure James was handling the situation well still, he brought his hand up closer to his face.

James regretted his decision immediately after he was pinched between Oliver's gigantic index finger and thumb, but he was determined to prove himself regardless. He just pictured the first time he had met the borrower: remembering how calm and contained he had been regardless of what James did or what situation he was stuck in.

"James…. Open your eyes."

James peeked through his eyelids for a moment, seeing Oliver looking down at him with confusion. He had been trying so hard to visualize Oliver's own bravery that he forgot to remember his own. He smiled lopsidedly, a bit nervous being held so close to such a large face.

"Are you still okay? You can tell me to put you down at any moment and I will without question." The giant borrower assured softly, his voice just above a whisper from this close… Even so, his breath rustled through James's hair causing the man to shudder briefly. Oliver tilted his hand a little and raised an eyebrow to encourage an answer from his friend.

"W-what gives you the impression I'm not okay?" James retorted, mentally cursing at how his voice shook at first. Oliver looked him over with an unconvinced look. Dammit, Oliver! Can you be gullible right now please?

"Well… your voice is unsteady, your heart beat comes quickly and your breath hitches when I…" Oliver shifted his fingers a little, his thumb laying over James's chest and causing the human to inhale sharply. Oliver's frown deepened. "...do that."

James hated this. Not being held by Oliver but how vulnerable and on display he was like this— being completely at his friend's mercy. He felt weak, and not just because he was small.

"I uhh…. Those are probably just side effects from shrinking, because I am completely fine. Promise." He lied, hoping and praying that Oliver would just move past his suspicions and stop making James's cowardice more and more obvious. Oliver still looked unconvinced, looking James up and down for a moment.

"Hm. Very well. If you say you are fine I'll believe you… but remember, you can ask me to stop if you need a break or no longer wish to participate. I don't want to cross your boundaries, understand?" The borrower agreed, James nodding in turn and again fruitlessly trying to relax in Oliver's grip.

Oliver's inspection was not quick or easy by any means. He turned James around just about every direction, even upside down at some point which felt embarrassing to the shrunken human. Then when it felt like James had finally gotten used to being tilted this way and that in his giant friend's grip Oliver took a hold of his wrist between forefinger and thumb.

James knew that he was being gentle but all he could hear was his heart pounding in his ears the entire time. As his arm was extended outwards and rotated from within the fingers very delicately pinching his wrist, all James could think about was how easily his arm could snap at a single twitch from Oliver's fingers. Dread crept up his spine and clung to his neck like a parasite, and all he could do was stare with held breath at the scene before him.

When his arm was released it wasn't over— then came his other arm, each leg, and at the end of it all Oliver was gently moving James's head around with a fingertip. Once the borrower was satisfied his invading hand retreated and he let out a hum.

"If only I could feel your bones properly… ah well. Are you still alright?" He asked softly. James continued to stare at his withdrawn hand, seemingly not registering Oliver's words quite yet. Oliver paused, then repeated, "James..?"

The officer snapped out of it, startled after hearing his name spoken out loud again. He wasn't shaking, and his breaths were calm this time, but despite that he could still hear the blood pumping in his ears. Uncomfortable. James met Oliver's eyes and relaxed at the comforting gaze he was met with. He reminded himself again that this was Oliver, his friend, and someone he could depend on fully.

"Are you in a non-verbal state?" The borrower's uncharacteristically rumbling voice spoke softly, coaxing James out of his shocked state. James took a breath, realizing that he had been holding it since Oliver last spoke. He inhaled slowly and calmed down, shaking off the instinctive dread of being so close to such a large being.

"...no. No, I'm fine. Sorry. Got a bit in my own head for a moment." He assured, smiling sheepishly and wondering when he would feel a solid surface underneath his feet again. He knew he had been standing on the counter just moments before but now it felt like a memory from a distant past. It was so easy to get disoriented over the size difference.

"I see." Oliver lowered his hand slowly, allowing James to get his balance first before releasing him fully.

The whole experience of inspecting his now tiny friend was surreal… The fragility of such a small body was obvious but became even more apparent once Oliver was holding him between his fingers— he knew that a single mishap, a single flinch or incorrect judgment of strength could be crippling.

How was James so casual when holding Oliver at such a small size? How was he always so gentle..? Oliver had never really thought about it when he was at his usual height; no human had ever really been anxious about holding him so it was surprising to find his nerves buzzing about as he very delicately took hold of James's limbs and moved them around. He kept his hands steady despite that though. Mistakes were not allowed.

He noticed when he began inspecting James's head that the man had gone unnaturally still and his expression was slightly blank. Oliver stopped when he noticed, deciding to end it there regardless of what James said. He had been thorough enough at this point and going any further may actually traumatize the poor man.

Oliver watched with an unfaltering gaze as James got back his bearings and started to relax. I should have realized he would be too prideful to tell me to stop when he was uncomfortable… I should have been paying more attention. Oliver's expression was calm and unbothered but the slight knit in his brows indicated some concern.

The silence drew on for a few more moments. Oliver wasn't sure if he should apologize for making James uncomfortable or if that would just make the man feel embarrassed— James wasn't sure if he should apologize for his discomfort or not. Oliver was the kind of person who understood regardless, but it still felt emasculating to be in this state…feeling so vulnerable.

"I'm not fearless, you know." Oliver suddenly spoke, his voice unsure yet paradoxically determined. "I am scared sometimes. I cry sometimes. These are natural feelings."

James looked up at Oliver, part of him surprised to hear him admitting such weakness…and then feeling bad immediately after for having gotten so used to Oliver at his best that he failed to recognize that he, like everyone else, had a worst.

"After my mother passed and I knew my father was never to return, I didn't cry as most kids would. I had prepared beforehand. I packed, weeks in advance. I had accepted their deaths before they even happened, and when they did I felt nothing. Nothing…but fear." Oliver began. James's expression contorted to one of pity.

"You were ten, Oliver. Of course you were scared… Anyone would be." He pointed out, but Oliver shook his head.

"Before my mother passed, as she lay in her bed, she didn't look at me. Not once. She told me I was the worst thing that ever happened to her, and cursed my name every night until she no longer had the energy to speak. She told me that I should have been the one who drowned, not Abigail. But I loved her anyway, and I cared for her as my father asked whilst she withered away. I felt scared of myself when she died, because I felt nothing. I thought she was right. I was a demon. How could a child not cry for his own mother?" Oliver continued.

He let out a sigh.

"I did not speak until I was 7. Not a word. Once I was 3 my parents got sick of my lack of temperament and non-verbal nature. My mother began to be violent and, angered by how I wouldn't even cry, she got worse and worse until eventually even when I began to speak she hated me. She hated my face, she hated my voice, my personality, everything about me…." Oliver trailed off, before clearing his throat and getting back on track.

"I've always been haunted by my childhood in that regard… My emotions were not allowed to develop properly. I was devoid of love and attention. What was the point in crying if no one wanted to hear me? Why be afraid if no one would comfort me? I can't ask questions if no one will answer them. I internalized that. That I had to be strong, I had to get by, I had to do everything myself. It made me independent, yes but…" Oliver paused, a conflicted expression on his face before becoming something of a smile.

"It took me a while to learn that I was not incapable of emotion, and that I just had to teach myself how to express it. Through reading. Through observing. Sometimes when I see others cry, I feel enamored. Loud and raw and visible and powerful emotions. There's strength in them. Great strength. There's no strength in being fearless— you overcome nothing. You are not brave, you are simply without fear. Pretending not to be afraid is not strength." He hummed.

"To me, it is a great feat for someone to open themselves up: to cry whether they're heard or not. To be afraid and still lead others forward. To ask questions regardless of the answer." Oliver leaned forward, his eyes softening from their usual sharp inquisitive gaze to one of compassion.

"I'm afraid. I'm afraid that things will become strained between us after our sizes return to normal. I'm afraid I might mess up and hurt you or scare you again. I'm afraid you might injure yourself and I won't be there to help. I'm afraid we'll both be stuck like this. I'm afraid that you're putting your well-being at risk, just to absolve me of any guilt." Oliver's gentle tone lowered, sincerity pouring from his lips. "I'm afraid that you don't want to be heard by me at all…"

James wasn't sure how to react to all of his words, needing a minute just to process all that had been said. He had no idea that Oliver had been abused to such an extent at a young age, and he wasn't sure whether to apologize or to be angry. Either way, Oliver had moved on so quickly that he couldn't do either…

I'm afraid that you don't want to be heard by me at all…

His final sentence played on repeat in James's mind. Oliver was afraid? And admitting it? The more and more James thought over Oliver's words the more he began to play out scenarios in his own head— fears he had. Fears he didn't want to express. Fears he…didn't want to be heard. Everything clicked into place.

Oliver had a very convoluted way of explaining it, but James understood. And when he understood he couldn't stop the tears from welling up in his eyes. His heart dropped and his instinctive reaction was to wipe at his eyes in hopes that he could physically prevent the breakdown from happening. It didn't work.

Suddenly Oliver's hands came forward and scooped him up, holding him to his chest and cradling him. This time James felt no fear, only shame. Shame that he was crying and shame that he was so small— but there was also a new type of shame on top of that. Shame that James had been so preoccupied with trying to act fearless like he perceived Oliver to be that he had only shut his friend out as a result.

James tried his best not to let any sound escape, but silent tears continued to stream down his face like a dam had burst. He was afraid that Oliver would see him as weaker if he said he was scared, but even whilst he was crying Oliver held him as if he was the most precious thing in the world. His heartbeat was steady and reliable behind the sweater James was held against… much like himself.

James couldn't help but let out a wet laugh.

"You're a right sap, mate… I don't even know why you bother.." He spoke, tone joking but hiding a question beneath its surface. Oliver smiled lightly, relaxing now that he could see James letting out his emotion rather than continuing to let it build up and overwhelm him.

"We're friends. Officially. I don't know what you thought you were proving… You are strong to me… being small or afraid or asking for help won't change that." Oliver assured, and James had to bite back the sob that had built up inside his chest. He wasn't sure if he felt happiness, sadness, or something else— but he was fucking feeling that was for sure. Oliver hummed.

"I know that this won't make it any easier for you to be comfortable expressing your vulnerability… But now, hopefully, you understand I won't reject you or judge you for it. I want to be your friend when you're happy and when you're not." The borrower spoke in a soothing tone. James hadn't expressed his emotions like this in a while, even in private. It felt like a great weight had been lifted from him.

"Thanks…" James murmured, but he was sure Oliver didn't hear it. Despite that he knew that Oliver knew he was thankful anyway, and the way Oliver's fingers curled over him no longer felt suffocating but instead secure.

Since meeting Oliver, life had gotten better. He had more of a purpose other than spending all of his time waiting for when he would visit Mackenzie again. Now he was instead waiting for Oliver to come by— waiting to talk to him and laugh with him and just feel good again. Normal again. James had acquaintances from work he spoke to but he didn't consider them as friends. All they ever wanted to do was go out on the town late at night and tell stories from work.

Oliver on the other hand was different. He was open and compassionate— he listened just as much as he spoke. He was dependable. James wasn't sure if he had ever had a friend like that; he had presumed after a certain age that it was impossible and he resolved himself to that fact for years.

Who would've thought that a man the size of his finger bossing him about would change that?

...

Eventually things settled down again; James and Oliver both finished their breakfast and Oliver complained a little about the disorganized state of his house. Now that he was human sized though he could actually do something about it— so whilst James crunched on his piece of crumpet he watched Oliver go wild around his kitchen. The borrower even dusted.

“I ought to pay you if you’re gonna clean up the whole house, mate.” James remarked, a smile on his face still as he watched Oliver rearrange his plates and cups by size and color with about as much passion as he had ever seen the man express; fretting away at the lack of coordination in James’s cupboards.

Oliver hummed in acknowledgement of James speaking, not looking up from what he was doing as he scrubbed away, his brows creasing at the lack of rinsing that had been done beforehand. He didn’t reply. Getting paid would be absurd— what would he even use money for? Once he was back to normal a coin’s only use was as the surface of a table.

“Why don’t you ever rinse your dishes? You understand that not doing so causes the food to dry and makes it harder to clean later, yes?” He scolded lightly, still scrubbing at a particularly stubborn piece of gunk.

“That is a problem for later-me to deal with.” James waved a hand dismissively at Oliver’s reprimands.

“It only takes a few seconds…” Oliver murmured under his breath; the moodiest James had ever seen him. When he finally got the gunk off he visibly relaxed, finishing cleaning the plate before stacking it gently on the drying rack and taking off his rubber gloves. “There. Next time I see unrinsed plates on the side I will be having a word with you.”

He shot a stern look in James’s direction, the shrunken human gulping nervously and nodding as his response. Note to self: don’t get in between Oliver and a clean kitchen.

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crush | lee jeno

☆ warnings; bullying (light), making out, boob play, hand job, loss of virginity ( m & f), fingering, masturbation (m). reader is on birth control (still wrap it b4 u tap it ppl) ☆ genre; fluff & smut.

☆ word count; 1k

☆ summary; you noticed lee jeno always getting bullied on how he rather study than party. people called him a nerd or told him he gets no bitches, even your friends decided to poke fun at him, but you didn’t think it was fair. one morning as he was getting picked on, you helped him but it led to him being your “bf”. yes, you found him attractive, intelligent, and cute. maybe a tiny crush on him. so you talked to him, got to know him, and fell deeper.

waking up was the same as everyday, cool weather, dim sun lighting, birds chirping, smell of freshly made coffee and breakfast. you loved mornings like this. you got up to get ready for school and went downstairs for breakfast. “hey mom” you greeted. “hi my love, don’t forget to take jisung to dance practice after school today” your mother reminded you. “yes ma’am” you giggled. “PARK JISUNG HURRY YOUR ASS!” you yelled. “hey watch your mouth” your mom warned. “I’M COMING LOSER.” you rolled your eyes as you poured your coffee.

“alright i got my things let’s go” jisung hurriedly rushed out the door. “bye mom” you said as you kissed her goodbye. “bye kids, love you!” “love you too” you and jisung yelled in unison. you pulled up into the school parking lot and parked your car. locking it you hear trouble already. you look over to see what’s happening and it’s not good. “hey isn’t that your friend lee jeno” “yeah, i can’t believe this is happening again,” he exhaled. “get up loser, ready some lame book to tingle your dick” bully 1 laughed. “it’s just my chemistry h-homework, ” he stuttered. “stop being a nerd and get your dick wet for once” bully 2 said as he pushed him onto the ground. you walked up next to your friends. “i can’t believe this is happening at 8 am,” you sighed. “i know it’s fucking funny” your friend giggled. you furrowed your eyebrows. “not it’s not” you responded angrily. “what are you his girlfriend? why are you defending that loser?” she said. “someone has a crush.” your other friend said.

“so what if i did, you guys are nothing but assholes who have nothing else better to do but ruin someone’s life” you shout. “come on, get up, fight back,” he said as he pushed him once more. “how about you go fuck off” you got in his face as he backed away. you turned back around to go help jeno up and gave him his chemistry book back. “wow, would you look at that! lee jeno found himself a gf” bully 1 shouts. “s-she’s n-not” he stuttered. “yeah i am his gf and what about it?” you looked around and questioned. jisung couldn’t believe what he heard neither did jeno. honestly you couldn’t believe what you were saying. “come on jeno, let’s go to the lunch room.” you grabbed his sleeve and left. everyone is literally shocked.

“y-your not gonna like take me to your house and give me a super fuck boy makeup look to distract people for who i really am right?” jeno said. “no you’re cute just the way you are” you replied. ‘oh shit i just called him cute’ ‘she just called me cute’ you both stood quiet, ears burning red. “look i’d like to be your friend, my name is park y/n” you said as you reached your hand out. “j-jeno” he stuttered as he shook your hand.

the past couple of months with jeno has been really fun but the tension is seriously getting to you. the hugs he gives you when he’s greeting you, the quality fun who guys have when you guys study, playing video games, even when he sleeps over just to be with jisung, the air gets hot. you noticed little things about jeno that makes your throat dry and your skin burn up. when he focuses on his homework, he’ll lick the corner of his lip or when he’s winning a game his hands are fast and veiny on the controller, or the way he man spreads when he eats popcorn while watching a movie. you couldn’t believe yourself for getting turned on over normal things. you thought about it every night.

your mom was going out on a date tonight so she invited jeno to hang out with us. the doorbell finally rang, you ran to the door. “h-hey jeno” you stuttered. ‘dude did u just stutter’ “hey y/n” he came in closer to you to give you a hug. he pulled away as he saw sungie coming down the stairs. he looked so hot. in that black tee, and grey sweats. and those glasses. you literally felt your pussy throb. “hey y/n can you bring us some snacks in the kitchen” sungie yelled. “y-yeah coming” you quickly went into the kitchen to get the snacks and drinks. “here you go jeno” you leaned down to give him his coke. he gulped as he got a closer look into your shirt, showing your cleavage. it was getting later into the night, jisung felt tired so he and jeno went into his room as you went to yours. “goodnight” you heard jeno through the wall. “night” you replied, it fell quiet it after that.

you woke up to go use the bathroom, you checked the clock. “2 am” you groaned. you slowly walked into the bathroom and opened the door. “oh my god” you shouted quietly. jeno quickly put his sweats back on. “i-i’m so sorry jeno” you apologized. “i-it’s ok.” you ran back into your room. ‘that was kinda hot’ you thought. a few minutes go by, you couldn’t sleep. “i-i’m sorry you saw that” you heard jeno apologize through the wall. “i-it’s ok, i liked what i saw” you confessed. “r-really” he stuttered. you couldn’t help yourself but to feel so horny. rubbing your clit through your shorts just wasn’t enough. “yes, w-would you like to come into my room?” you were waiting for a response but the answer was already opening your door. you turned your lamp on and sat up. patting your bed to let jeno know he can sit.

“you said you liked what you saw, do you wanna know why i was in the bathroom touching myself” jeno spoke up. “why?” “you looked so hot in your pjs and your tits look amazing in that shirt” he confessed. you took your hand and put it onto jenos neck pulling him closer to your face, looking into his eyes, and slowly kissing his soft lips. falling onto your bed, having him on top of you, brining your hand up and down his abdomen. pulling his hair slightly as he moves his lips to your neck, lightly sucking. soft whimpers escaping your lips, he stops as you lift your upper body forward to take your shirt off. “are you sure you wanna do this?” jeno asked. “yes, do you wanna do this?” you asked back. “more than anything” he smiled back at you, kissing your lips once more.

you take your bra off as he stares in awe. “don’t stare.” “s-sorry, you’re just so beautiful” he gulped. you smiled taking his neck again and pulling him into a kiss, you take your hand into his and lead his hand to your right breast. massaging his hand and playing with your sensitive nipple, causing you to moan a little too loud. he puts his hand over your mouth. “jisung is in the next room.” he shushes you as you nodded. you start kissing him some more, taking his shirt off, tugging his sweats to let him know that he can take it off. pulling away he takes off his grey sweats and throws them somewhere in the room. you take off your shorts and kick them somewhere else. jenos mouth latches to your nipples, sucking onto the sensitive bud, making you gasp for air. he takes his hand into your panties, slowly putting in one finger, and fucking you gently until you’re ready for another. jeno loves hearing the sweet sounds you make for him. his cock is so rock hard from how good you look under him, taking his fingers so well. “i’m gonna cum” “let go pretty girl.”

the nickname making you shake slightly on his fingers. you take a moment to breathe before you take both of your hands onto jenos boxers. releasing the biggest girth dick you’ve ever seen, you couldn’t believe your eyes. “h-hey don’t stare” he stuttered. “sorry but you’re huge” you physically gasped. he blushed harder as you took some of his precum into your hand to give him a long stroke down his dick and back up. ‘wow reading all that smut really paid off’ you thought. his groans and slight moans were so hot, you thought you were gonna cum again. “fuck” he heavily breathed out. “i-if you keep going i’m gonna cum” he warned. you ignored him because you were simply fascinated with how easily you’re affecting him. he took his hands to shoulder, laying you down. “i wanna be inside you before i cum” he growled out. you nodded “please” you begged simply. he kissed you lips once more as you took his cock into your hands and rubbed the tip of his cock onto your pussy before slowly entering.

he slowly puts more in. “are you ok?” you nodded “you can move now” he slowly fucks into you just to be sure. once he hears your moans getting louder he knows it feels good for you too. he kisses you again, looking into your eyes as he thrusts harder. “feels so good” “yeah do you love it” “yes i love it, i-i love you” you moan out. “i love you too” he whimpered. “ s-so close” “cum for me pretty girl.” you came undone as he pulled out of you and came on your stomach. “will you be my girlfriend” jeno asks quickly. “yes ofc i would” you answered pulling him into another kiss. “YOU GUYS R FUCKING GROSS” jisung yelled from the other room. “SORRY” you guys yelled back before cracking up.

a/n: and you n jeno lived happily ever after while jisung was traumatized 4 life :)) LMFAOOOO i hoped you guys enjoyed. i’m clearly still on my jeno things <3 this is lowkey wack 😭- em🪬

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[hanjiesgf]

train.

pairing: han jisung x f!reader

contains: 18+, afab!reader, exhibitionism, perv!jisung, masturbation, inappropriate behavior, jisung being a creep in public spaces.

a/n: i’m very sorry but i can’t stop THINKING about this like god damn please help ME (@hyuneater your fault my little delulu) so yeah i’m sorry but i’m not sorry please enjoy don’t judge me and enjoy again yes sir ma’am,, this is also a repost bc I wasn't showing up in the tags and flopped hard HEHEH kiths for y'all

it was almost time for the train to arrive the station he was in, he had some 3racha business to attend in the big city so he got up from his bed too early for his liking.

he had recently bought some brand new headphones with noise cancellation, so they were perfect for his one hour train ride, hoping the train wasn’t that full that early in the morning.

he was still half asleep when the train arrived, jumped in and took off to go to the second floor of the train. it was empty as he thought and smiled to himself. it was almost eight stations to his destination so he relaxed in his selected seat and put some music on.

the train stopped in the first two stations and people got on, jisung was seated on the window seat, he had one free besides him and two in front. people started going up to the second floor and he sighed, bye privacy.

he thought he had his urges under control, but the way you were sitting with your legs crossed, and your skirt slowly riling up, his sight was glued to your upper thighs.

he thought he had his urges under control, but the way you were sitting with your legs crossed, and your skirt slowly riling up, his sight was glued to your upper thighs.

he thought he had his urges under control, but the way you were sitting with your legs crossed, and your skirt slowly riling up, his sight was glued to your upper thighs.

he felt himself growing hard, and he tried fixing his bulge by slowly moving his legs to make some space but it was not complying at all. he looked at you again but you weren't paying him attention, not that he deserved it, you were just looking at your phone, probably texting someone prettier than him and someone who was not staring at your legs and chest right now.

jisung was deep in thought, thinking how pretty you would look sucking his cock right now, in front of everyone. you could probably take him all in your mouth and make him cum fast and hard. or maybe he could fuck you in front of everyone and make you his, marking every part of your body with his mouth and hands.

he could eat you out in this ugly ass train seats, make you cum with only his tongue and fingers, you would scream his name and make everyone look at you two, making jisung feel humiliated, that was what he wanted most.

he was leaking, he felt his thigh getting wet, pulling him away from the best kind of thought he could have. he looked down at his pants, the wet spot growing bigger with each second that passed.

he covered the spot with his hand, looking up again to see you with your eyes closed and headphones in your head. maybe he could get away with it if you weren’t looking. he quickly scanned his surroundings to see if anyone was sitting near him, but he realized the two seats that were occupied fifteen minutes before in the other side, parallel to his seat row, were now empty thanks to god.

he breathed deeply, thinking hard about the thing he was about to do, he couldn’t help himself, he just needed a release soon. it started with his hand slowly rocking on his bulge, looking like he was caressing it, he laughed softly at the thought of that. he felt like a teenager, rocking his hips up to meet his hand and add more pressure.

he shakily sighed, his hand on top of his pants not being good enough. maybe if he could lower them a little, and maybe you could open your legs a little more for him, that would be great.

if god was hearing his thoughts, jisung was grateful as fuck because you uncrossed your legs opening them a little, your white panties making their appearance for jisung. your face looked relaxed, your eyes were still closed and your head leaning against the window.

jisung’s face went red, his hand instantly rubbing his bulge on top of the pants harder.

quickly he unbuckled his belt and opened the zip of his pants. he did his best to lower his boxers and still had his pants almost on the same place, freeing his hard cock out. at this point he couldn’t care less if someone was watching him jerk off to your figure sleeping. but he tried still to be careful, sitting in a way his right leg was covering his cock, so he was hidden between his leg and the window.

he started slow, spitting in his hand silently and grabbing his now very hard dick. he tried his best to not make any kind of sound, slowly jerking himself off, his eyes traveling from your chest to your panties, imagining what he could do to you if you allowed him to touch you.

what he didn’t expect was your eyes opening, looking directly at his cock.

he also didn’t expect your smirk.

he stopped abruptly, his brain hadn’t processed he fact that he got caught with his dick in his hand when you opened your legs further, his eyes instantly going to the wet spot in your panties.

was jisung having an hallucination?

“go on.” your voice was soft, and he was not stopping now.

you quickly looked around, jisung’s eyes wide open while you checked the surroundings. when you were sure no one was watching you both, you stood up and took your panties off, immediately getting back to your seat, with your underwear in your hand.

jisung was speechless, he couldn’t believe this was happening to him after being the creepiest guy ever. your smile caught him off guard, because you threw your panties towards him and fell on top of jisung's hand, that was still around his cock.

“you can use them if you want.” jisung straight up moaned at that.

he wrapped them around his cock, and the mix of his leaking precum and some of your fluids made him shiver, jerking off with them.

he was close, you knew that. the way his movements were getting erratic with each second made you laugh softly.

jisung’s eyes were rolling back at this point, he only wanted one thing more, but he was afraid to ask you. he kept touching himself with your panties now wet from his leaking cock. he made sure to look at your eyes, that weren’t looking back.

you were staring at his cock.

he felt himself blush at this, how embarrassing of him, getting caught with his dick in hand and you encouraging his behavior giving him your panties. how could you do this to him? maybe you were a mind reader because the next thing jisung noticed was your legs opening, showing your pussy in all its glory.

jisung came in your panties at the sight of your pussy with a soft moan, spurts of cum ruining the fabric of your underwear.

“you can keep them, i’ll be going now,” you took your things and stood up, taking a step away from the seat you were just using and looking down at him, “lucky for you that you’re cute, don’t you ever do this again.”

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