#the two of them will stay up impossibly late watching stuff

[someonealreadyhadmynickname]

Dad headcanons | Leon S. Kennedy

warnings: pregnancy

I picture Leon being in absolute bliss when you break the news to him. He’ll be laughing while hugging you. He’s never had a normal family, and I believe he would want children of his own. He’ll be so happy he won’t be able to erase a dumb smile from his face for the rest of the day.

Reads lots of articles on parenting and baby development.

A worrywart. One day several noises woke you up late at night and you discovered your husband babyproofing everything in the house. Turns out he was so worried he couldn’t wait til’ the morning.

You have to be very careful about mentioning your cravings because this man is driving in the middle of the storm if that means getting what you want. You’ll have to physically stop him from going out at ungodly hours just because you crave some donuts.

If it were up to him, you wouldn’t even get out of bed. He has to be holding your hand when you use stairs, no matter how many times you’ve tried to convince him you are totally capable of doing it alone.

“What’s next? I’m not allowed to use scissors?”

Your laugh slowly quietens as you notice Leon’s thinking face.

“... I don’t see why you would have to use scissors”

One day he came home with a big present box and when you opened it a german shepherd jumped at you. He got a trained police dog to keep you company. (Not before making extensive research on the best family dogs, of course).

On top of that, he would want to hire someone to help around the house because the thought of you being alone makes him worried sick.

He’s so silly. Talks to your belly all the time. When he comes home he always greets you with “how are my babies doing?”

He goes crazy with baby stuff. Clothes, plushies, bottles, toys, everything he sees in stores ends up in the baby room. The room is so full of stuff you two had to keep some things in the attic. He has promised to stop buying things several times but there’s always something that catches his eye and he has to get it.

“And this is a baby monitor— I know that face, you don’t like it”

“No, I love it, it’s just…”

“Yes?”

“You already bought one of those, love”

“Aha! No, I bought a different one. Now, you see, the one we had doesn’t had all the features this one has…”

Strikes me as the kind of guy who would want to wait a bit before telling people about the pregnancy… However, he ends up spilling the beans two or three times. Also, people kinda catch onto it because all he talks about is about children’s development.

Sometimes you wake up at night to find your lover lying awake, watching at the ceiling. Truth is, he can’t help but worry about your child’s future and spends hours thinking about it; but when you ask him what’s keeping him up, he always answers that the excitement of becoming a dad won’t let him sleep.

Will do the impossible in order to be with you during the delivery. He has warned his superiors months in advance that he needs to rest during the days when is probable the baby is coming. In the worst case scenario, where he isn’t able to make it in time, he is gonna be regretful for a very long time.

Definitely cries the first time he holds his baby.

He randomly wakes up at night and goes to check the baby. He’ll sit in front of the crib and stay there for a while, sometimes he picks the baby up and just holds them. Will always give them a kiss on their forehead before leaving.

Converses with the baby. He could be feeding them, or changing their diaper, and he talks to them as if they could understand him. Tells them about his day, how work is going. If you two were ever to argue (which is very rare and, if you do, always with a certain joke air), he is bringing the baby and puts them on his side. He looks at the baby and asks “can you believe this?”

You’ve found him watching baby cartoons not noticing the child is long asleep.

He is beyond cheerful because everytime you are carrying the baby, they raise their tiny arms to his dad wanting to be held by him.

Asks Claire to babysit whenever you two go out on dates.

Which he later regrets because now, everytime the baby sees Claire, they reach out for her. Even if Leon is carrying them. Makes him a bit jealous.

Your baby walks and talks very early on because of how much time Leon spends with them.

Every parent believes their kid is exceptional, but Leon could win the proudest dad competition. As your child grows up, Leon is so amazed by every milestone they complete. “I’m telling you, this child is going places”, he tells you the day your baby learns to roll over.

You mentioned to him once how cute you thought albums were, so now you two keep one for your kid. He takes terrible photos, but you think those are very adorable and keep them in the album.

Takes playtime seriously. He isn’t like those parents who don’t even care about what’s happening and leave at the middle of the game. Tea party? He is wearing his best clothes. Pretending to be spies? Won’t break character. He will be bashful if you catch him tho.

He has this ongoing thing with your child where they try to build the biggest sandcastle everytime you go to the beach.

He always says ‘I love you’ when saying goodbye. Once your child hurriedly kissed his cheek and pretended to leave, but Leon stopped them and said: “Everytime I tell you I love you, I mean it, it’s not just mindless words. Do you mean it?” He knows that, and god forbids it happens, he could not come back home one day. So it’s crucial for him for his child to understand how much he loves them.

It breaks his heart to leave his family so often. On one occasion he overheard your child begging you to talk to their father and ask him to please stop going on missions.

I picture him having a daughter.

The kind of man who takes his daughter to dates. Everytime he brings you flowers, he has another bouquet for his princess.

Your daughter is a performer. She makes up dances and songs and performs in front of you two.

Once, when she was young, she told him she wanted to marry him. He answered he couldn’t marry her because he is already married to you, to which your girl replied “Can I marry uncle Chris then?” Leon hasn’t recovered from that.

Maybe a bit delusional but you two invite over his D.S.O friends for Christmas, Claire and Chris included, and everyone brings a present for your daughter.

He’d like more than one kid, but often worries about what would happen to his family if he ever goes missing, so for now, another one isn’t in the plans.

Lying by your side at night, he sometimes thanks you for the opportunity to have a family.

#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x y/n #re2 #resident evil #resident evil 2 #fluff #leon headcanons #tw pregnancy

[bubblybloob]

Whoop I finished my reverse Damsel idea. I briefly discussed her in two other posts but I’m going to go further into her here with a better grasp on what she’s about

Pretty long ramble below, so watch out.

Basically, instead of warning her/resisting the Narrator in chapter 1, you, thinking you can’t overpower him, attempt to slay yourself. The Princesses stares at you in horror as you cut into your own neck (this is the route where you don’t initially bring the knife so she’s the more sympathetic version).

She attempts to wrench the blade from you because she has no idea why you’re doing this and doesn’t want you to die. Whether or not she gets the knife though doesn’t matter, because it’s too late and you die.

(Still am stuck on what sort of voice I want. Had a lot of suggestions on stuff like a Martyr sort of voice or one similar to the old Meek voice but the problem mostly stems from characterizing them in a different way to the other voices, which is something I can’t figure out given the situation).

Chapter 2 is titled “The Fae”.

The main room is primarily made of stone, with many unidentifiable chiseled metals and rock, but you don’t stay here for long, nor get given the option of taking the blade, as choosing to approach the blade or the basement will activate a trapdoor that will send you falling to your death. Just as you’re about to meet your demise, something grabs your palm. Looking up, you see the princess, swinging from the ceiling with you in hand.

The Fae is strange, originally she was going to be similarly shallow in nature like the Damsel, but I would compare her uncanniness more to the Razor, with a constant smile, eerie stare, and maybe an off putting voice.

She’s pretty blunt on what she wants, the satisfaction of saving you from this awful cabin and leaving together! Despite her more than ginger attitude towards you (she acts like you are made of glass), she’s actually quite egotistical, with her occasionally praising herself and puffing up whenever she receives applause from you.

She makes unintentional jabs at your incompetency and reminds you “it’s not your fault you’re not cut out for this, really! I’ll get us out of here my handsome corvid!” and sort of talks down to you and always acts like she’s the smartest in the room (and she probably is depending on what voice I make up for the route). She’s also weirdly fixated on your safety and goes above and beyond to protect you from even the smallest splinter, she’d act like you were dying if you got so much as a scratch.

(All of her traits are exacerbated to a worse degree in chapter 3).

Edit: I forgot to mention all of her behavior is inspired by the fae. I forgot that some people aren’t as well versed in fae lore. Fae are, from what I have heard, pretty selfish, manipulative, and possessive all while being downright ethereal, so I gave her a dose of all of those traits and toned it down a smidge.

Her appearance is also meant to be slightly unnerving. She has long elf like ears and eyes that are surrounded by shadow, with large black pits in the center of her eye that are impossible to tell if they are part of her pupil or not. She also gives off a very faint, white light, it’s almost imperceptible but it’s there.

Her dress is more of a skirt than anything with a sash that has long ribbon like ends that are every length all at once at any given time. They easily wrap themselves around objects even if it shouldn’t be physically possible, and she uses them to swing from the ceiling (spider princesses). Her “crown” is made up of a few translucent butterflies that seem attracted to her like magnets, occasionally they flutter about but usually they sit on her head.

I like to think that there are hints to the fact her butterflies aren’t real, just extensions of herself. They might flicker in and out of existence if she’s upset with you or stressed about something.

Another thing of note, like with some other princesses like Nightmare or Thorn or something, she has no chain. (Maybe there’s some creepy dialogue option where she reveals she broke it with her teeth or something more crazy).

Anyway, the princesses states that everything is fine and that this time around she’s going to be the one to rescue you. She fully intends for both of you to escape, and for you to just follow her lead, because she’s going to make sure you’re alright and that nothing will hurt you.

If you follow along she will save you from the dangers ahead, the basement of the cabin has been increased in size and there are rooms with rolling boulders, pits of spikes, etc. These sections aren’t too long, there’s probably like five explore options along with two or three choices you can make per room and there’s only like three of said rooms.

At the end she literally carries you out of the cabin and swings you around all like “We did it! I’m out and you’re safe! Not even a scratch on you, didn’t I do a good job?” Before mentioning how cold it is and getting taken to Ohio by the Shifting Mound.

There is another way this can end however. There are two potential ways to get to this I think.

If you keep questioning her when shes says something’s wrong at some point you get killed by some random trap while you’re distracted. You get killed and probably end up with the Skeptic.

If you don’t let her do the work and instead try to do too many things yourself you also eventually get killed by a trap and probably end up with Stubborn or Contrarian depending on your actions.

There might be a different third chapter that you can get to from another princess but idk what it would be so I’m sticking with the more direct continuation chapter.

You still don’t get the knife here and fall through another trapdoor. This time she doesn’t catch you and instead has already prepared something beneath where you fall to catch you. It’s probably just a plush room, somewhat reminiscent of the Stranger route’s soft stairs, but less existentially horrifying.

Here the princess thinks that maybe leaving the cabin with her is why you keep dying and so tries to convince you staying is the only option and that something bigger is trying to kill you off when you try to leave with her (she’s not wrong that there’s something bigger at play but she isn’t exactly right either). She’s too selfish to just let you leave without her even if her weird logic states that you’d be fine as long as she doesn’t leave with you, so all protests are shut down and she tries to force you if you complain.

If you got Skeptic there is the option of actually convincing her and that no matter what you’ll listen to her every word and you’ll escape together. She’ll listen and similar events to last time will play out, only this time the traps are deadlier but are made much more traversable due to the fact that she gives no fucks and will destroy every obstacle with ease. This time you actually leave and once again Ohio comes and gets her (I like to imagine The Narrator pulls the locked basement door trick and here she just punches through it and stares expectantly at you to turn handle from the other side with the newly created hole).

If you have Stubborn you can attempt to fight her. It probably won’t work at first because she’s the literal fae. But the Narrator, knowing you’re trying to fight now, will make the blade magically fall from the same trapdoor you fell from. And its iron touch can sizzle faerie skin. She doesn’t necessarily want to fight you, but if she has to rough you up some to get you to see things her way, she’ll do it. If you fuck up you’ll probably break something that you need to move or attack with and lose the fight, and she gets taken. If you don’t fuck up and win, same result except she’s got a knife in her chest when the mound comes and nabs her.

With Contrarian you choose to stay with her because funny boy wants to mess with the Narrator. I think maybe one of the traps somehow ends up infiltrating whatever “safe room” you’re in (probably because you’re thoughts spiraling on the thought of not actually being safe and dying again because that’s all you’ve done so far, so your perception kills you. Not sure what trap would kill you, maybe the rolling boulder crashes through the roof or something idk) and ends up fatally wounding you, making it the third time she couldn’t protect you, she stands over your body because “I had this planned, you should’ve been safe, how could this happen???” Before Ohio comes.

Whatever ending you get, she will make for a courageous heart.

I like to think you can kill her with Contrarian and get stuck with her with Stubborn, it’s just that they’d prefer and encourage you to do the opposite. The Skeptic is the only one where you can actually try to leave with her, again you can do the other options but having him is the only path where you can try to escape in the 3rd chapter.

I do have a 3rd chapter design in mind, but I’ll probably need to work on it some.

#slay the princess #stp the princess #art #my art #The Fae #this was a long one wow #I took well over an hour typing all of that #because I’m insane

[harmshake]

Midnight Snack

Your late night guest, Daniel Garcia, has a sweet tooth...but not for food.

Daniel Garcia x Fem Reader (1st person, black fem) | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | ~5k words

a/n: This story is based on a sexy lil dream I had about this cutie. 🤭

Happy reading! Read my other Danny fics and stuff here, if you'd like. ✨

Living in Manhattan was a luxury I never thought I would be able to afford. It's New York City and the penthouse apartment I rented would be almost impossible to afford with my salary alone. Since I lived by myself in a three-bedroom and two-bathroom loft, I learned to get resourceful and decided to sublet the spare space to whoever needed it. 

I usually attracted tourists who visited NYC for a few days. I always made my home inviting with a welcome tour; complimentary snacks in a special cupboard and shelf in the refrigerator in my kitchen; and a candle with the scent of their choice for their temporary bedrooms. It was a good gig that paid the bills and then some—and it suddenly got even better when I noticed two familiar names book a night for this weekend.

As I sat in bed with a glass of wine and scrolled through my reservations to gather a list of groceries and goodies to buy beforehand, my usual routine on Sunday nights, I nearly coughed up my Chardonnay when I saw Chris Jericho and Daniel Garcia appear as two upcoming guests. I was a huge pro wrestling fan and adored All-Elite Wrestling—especially Daniel, my favorite member of The Jericho Appreciation Society.

When I watched him wrestle (or "sports entertain" as he would rather people call it), my eyes would be glued to him and his handsome babyface, his lean yet toned body, and his adorable, little hip dances he would taunt his opponents with. He was hilarious, sexy, and a treat to watch on television…and he would be staying a night in my penthouse, oh my god.

I knew exactly why Daniel and Chris were in Manhattan: The AEW House Rules tour passed through NYC this weekend. I already had my ticket. I was a bit shocked that they hadn’t booked some fabulous hotel in town where the venue was, but I figured since they seemed to be traveling alone together they were trying to save money where they could—and I did have pretty great rates. Either way, I was thrilled, no, losing my ever-loving mind that they decided to bunk here.

I spent each day until they checked in agonizing over every detail of my apartment as it had to be perfect for them. Cleaned until it was spotless. Stocked the kitchen with an assortment of sweet and savory goodies. Extra soft linens for the bedrooms. By the time Friday night arrived, I was confident Daniel and Chris would enjoy their stay—but my heart was still trying to escape my chest as I waited for them to emerge from my private elevator. 

I couldn’t help it…Daniel Garcia was about to be here, in the flesh, and inside of my home. I tried and failed to not pace near the lobby as I checked my cell phone a dozen times. Chris gave me a heads up that they would be here late, like past midnight, and he apologized in advance for keeping me awake just to let them in, but I didn’t mind at all. It was only 12:12 am and I was wide awake and ready to greet them.

As the elevator's double doors slid open and two tall men carrying duffel bags strolled into my sight, I fought not to squeal in excitement. It was really them, like, actually Daniel Garcia and Chris Jericho ten feet away from me. They both looked slightly exhausted like they’d been riding in a car all day, but they both wore warm, friendly smiles as they spotted me. It made a stupidly big smile spread on my face, too.

I prayed I looked as decent as two hours' worth of teasing my afro into a puff ponytail atop my head; coordinating my burgundy, crop-top sweatsuit to match my furry slippers that showed off my cute, pastel-pink-painted toenails; and moisturizing every inch of my coconut-brown skin until I was soft and smelled like vanilla.

And when Daniel's deep brown eyes fell on mine before they dropped over my round, yet curvy body, I believed those two hours were well worth it...

It felt like he could see right through my clothes the way his gaze lingered before he looked into my eyes again and flashed the most beautiful smile. “Hey, thanks for waitin’ up. We promise we’re the nicest guests you’ll ever have,” Daniel said in an apologetic tone yet his deep voice was a bit teasing and flirty.

“Yeah, sorry again we got in so late,” Chris said, pulling his sunglasses to the top of his head as he came over to shake my hand. Both men towered over me and made me feel shorter than I already was, but I liked it…and I liked how Daniel looked down at me with a sexy, little smirk on his full, pink lips. 

“No worries, guys. Welcome in.” My heart was pounding hard again but I refused to be a Fangirl™ who couldn’t handle meeting her fave. I took a discreet, deep breath to steady my nerves before I touched my hand to his when he extended it for a handshake…and dammit, he had the biggest, softest, and warmest hands. It made me twitch and I knew he felt it when his lips twitched into another smirk as he let me go. 

“Lemme give you a lil tour before you crash. Y’all look tired,” I replied in almost one run-on sentence as I spoke a bit fast from my nerves, and Daniel’s hands, making me feel delightful yet jumpy. The lobby opened up to the kitchen, dining, and living room so the only spaces to guide them to were their bedrooms. As I led them through my penthouse and opened the door to the first bedroom, I said, “This is your room, Daniel.”

"Is that your room there?" he pointed to the door down the hall.

"No, that's Chris's. I'm in the master across the loft."

He nodded but there was something in his eyes that read like disappointment...

Not only could I read those eyes, I could feel them on my ass as I walked ahead of them to show them the rest of the place. It made my nerves want to act up again until he soothed them with his easygoing charm. The entire time he threw out little quips, making me giggle, and I teased him back, making him chuckle, too.

“What do we do if we need to get a hold of you for…emergencies?” he asked.

“For emergencies, call 911. For more toilet paper, you can just text me.”

“Hmm. I'll just knock on your door if you don’t mind...”

Afterward, both men retired to their bedrooms to shower and unwind. I wound up in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and Daniel showed up, too...and of course, we brushed past each other when he grabbed a red bag of Doritos from the snack cabinet. My ass accidentally grazing his thigh made us both give each other a heated look, but we pulled away…

I thought I would be sleepy after waiting all day for Daniel and Chris to show up, yet I was wired as hell and couldn’t shut my eyes. I'd threw on my pink tank top and Soffe shorts and crawled into bed, but I was just too excited to have one of my favorite wrestlers (and my pathetic crush) in my home. I laid there for an hour wide awake as my mind tortured me with visions of Daniel lying in his bed across the loft…under the sheets…in his pajamas…or completely naked.

It truly was torture so I pulled out my laptop and watched some old Botchamania episodes on YouTube, my favorite thing to do when I couldn’t sleep. While I could have stayed in my bed to do that, I decided to lounge in the dark living room, sprawled out on my sectional sofa with AirPods in my ears and my laptop as the only light source on the coffee table. I was hyper-aware that Daniel was only a few feet away and I kind of hoped he would pop out so I could see him...but I tried to be normal and just watch my silly, little wrestling botch web series.

Yet when I heard a nearby door creak open and saw light spill out that flooded the living room, it took everything in me not to crane my neck and watch him. I could see the silhouette of his shadow stretch across the living room when he opened my refrigerator, probably in search of another midnight snack. But then his shadow grew bigger as he approached the couch...

“Whatchu still doin’ up? Watchin’ a movie?” Daniel quietly asked behind me. I felt his weight shift the backrest cushions as he leaned his elbows on them. I took out my earbuds and put on the coffee table before I glanced up at him and his eyes shifting from my laptop to mine, making warmth spread through my chest. He had such gorgeous, brown eyes that had an impish glint in them, even in the soft, blue lighting from my laptop screen.

“If you must know, I’m watching Botchamania,” I said, trying to hide the impish smile threatening to grow on my lips at the fact that he chose to talk to me instead of going to bed at this hour—especially when I noticed his hands were empty after rummaging through the kitchen…

“Oh, you a wrestlin' fan? Ah, shit. Hope you don't catch me on there lookin’ stupid,” Daniel said with a smirk.

“I don’t think you don't need much help with that,” I teased him with a smirk, too. It made him laugh before he rounded the couch and loomed over me by my feet. He looked so good in his black tank top that exposed his bulky arms and hugged all of his other muscles. He had it tucked into matching sweatpants and I strained to keep my eyes away from his crotch where his bulge peeked through...

“Well, damn. Lemme watch witchu.” He went to plop down but then let out a grunt at my feet on the cushion under his butt. “Ay, you hoggin’ up the whole couch. Ain't this supposed to be the ‘living room?’ Scoot over and let me live, please.”

I giggled before I replied, “You can live it up over there on the armchair,” and pointed at it on the other end of my coffee table. Daniel shook his head like that just wouldn’t do.

“Nah, I wanna sit right here…” He dared to grab me up by my ankles and take a seat, throwing my legs over his lap. His sudden touch made that warmth in my chest move lower on me, the heat between my legs rising to feel his heat on me. Yet I did my best to hide my surprise as I playfully glared at him.

“So you just makin’ yourself comfortable in my space?” I said and he shrugged as a cute grin tugged at his lips.

“While I’m here, this is my space, too,” Daniel joked. He’d been cautious to keep his hands off my legs, tucking them behind his head after he sat down. But then he slowly placed them over my bare calves, his soft palms on me making me shiver. “Besides…I ain’t got comfortable yet.”

“Oh?” I breathed as his touch carefully massaged up to my knee.

“Yeah…if we cuddled, I think we’d both be more comfortable.” His fingers brushed along my thigh and I bit back a moan as this felt unreal. Daniel being a guest in my home was one thing…but flirting with me with his hands on me was a whole other thing. Yet the look in his eyes as he waited for my response let me know he had more in mind than cuddling…and I was down for that.

“Okay, but this is a small couch. How are we gonna cuddle comfortably?” I challenged him, licking my lips.

“It's simple. You put this thigh here…” He rolled onto his knees on the cushion and softly gripped my right thigh to put around his left hip. I could feel my heartbeat in my chest and my pussy as he spread my legs…

“And this one here…” He rested my left thigh on his right hip. Then he leaned down to gently rest his weight on top of me. My breath hitched to feel him between my legs, to feel his warm breath graze my face as he hovered a few inches away…

“My hands go here…” Daniel said in a hushed tone as his hands slid beneath me to hold me in his arms. “And my lips go here…”

He pressed his pillow-soft lips to mine for a kiss that made that warmth swallow my entire body. I closed my eyes and melted into him instantly, letting his lips lead the slow kiss that made slight smacking sounds as it grew deeper quickly. My hands reached for him, fondling both sides of his face and savoring his flavor, half minty from his toothpaste and half his natural taste, my pussy responding to both as I felt it throb from his saliva on my taste buds when he teased his tongue into my mouth.

The quiet moan I’d been fighting back escaped me as Daniel’s lips fell to my neck. I heard him breathe a chuckle as he kissed my collarbone, as well as my cleavage that peeked through my tank top. “You smell really good. That vanilla?” he murmured against my skin and I nodded with a shy grin. Then one of his hands found their way to the hem of my top that he lightly tugged. “May I…?”

“Yes, you may,” I whispered and he tugged it until my bare, big breasts spilled out. He scooped them into his bigger hands and covered them in kisses, his lips suckling my nipple before he moved on to the other one. I struggled not to moan again as I was acutely aware that we were not alone in my penthouse like I always fantasized…but my heavy breaths threatened to dip into groans as Daniel kissed his way down my stomach. 

And he kept going, scooting back on the couch to fit his head between my thighs that he kissed as he held them to his lips. He gazed up at me with that impish glint filling his eyes before his lips planted a kiss on my pussy behind my shorts. He felt me shiver again as he rubbed his cheek on my thigh. “Can I ask another question?” he asked.

“What's that?” I asked back, already willing to say yes...

“May I…get a taste?”

I nodded almost immediately and he moved just as quickly to pull my shorts to the side with his thumb. Feeling the cool air of my living room caress my humid heat compelled a desperate sigh from me…but that sigh rolled into a hushed moan when Daniel’s warm tongue gently caressed my soft pussy lips as he made them blossom like petals of a flower into his mouth. I slapped a hand over my mouth as I watched him cover me with long, slow flicks up to my clit and down to my little hole. Over...and over...and over. I already felt my body giving into hot tingles of pleasure as a long, raspy moan spilled out of me that was too much for my palm to catch, and I prayed Chris didn’t hear it.

“Oh, shit...that sounded sexy,” Daniel pulled back to tell me. “I need these off you so I can hear you moan like that again.”

He went to roll down my shorts and I nodded helplessly, craving more of his mouth. Once they landed on the floor, his mouth landed back on my pussy, lapping between my wet folds like he wanted them wetter. I couldn’t stop my fingers from wriggling into his hair to hold him right where I needed him: his warm, wet tongue dragging along my clit in sweet circles. I could feel my wetness starting to drip down my cheeks and onto the cushion, but I didn’t care…I was more concerned with that tingling, hot pressure building below his tongue on my clit that had me ready to scream.

“Unnhhh, I'm close…” I softly cried before I clapped one of my hands back to my mouth.

“Yeah? I wanna hear how you moan when you cum...” Daniel mumbled to my pussy as his eyes met mine. “Unh unh, now. Take your hand off your mouth. Lemme hear them sexy sounds you make.”

“But Chris might hear,” I complained.

“Fuck him,” he grumbled, and then I giggled.

“But he's trying to sle—”

Daniel shut me up by dropping his head back down and tracing my clit with those luscious circles until I moaned for him again. I felt his lips curl into a smile before they wrapped around my clit. “Whatchu was sayin’?” he asked and I couldn’t help but grin as I bit my lip. 

“Nothing…” I gave in and let him lick more of those circles around my clit until my chest heaved up and down, that searing hot pressure swelling inside me as he devoured me. And when he worked his thick, middle fingers into me, pushing them up on my g-spot that needed that stroke, my thighs trembled around his head as I moaned, “Mmmunhh, right there…I'm cumming.”

Daniel didn’t let up until my heated orgasm finished seizing my body which convulsed on the couch and in his grasp. Damn, I hadn't cum that hard awhile...

...And he was prolonging my pleasure as he didn’t seem to be in a rush to remove his fingers, instead studying me as his pretty eyes caught mine. I was embarrassed by how my attempt to stifle my moans turned them into squeaks and squeals, but he just smiled that impish smile at me when he felt my pussy throb in his hand as he gingerly rubbed his thumb on my tender clit. 

“Fuuuck,” I whined with another ripple of my afterglow that wouldn’t settle with his fingers still nudged up on my tender g-spot.

“I would pull out but your pussy is still grippin’ on my fingers...that nut was powerful, huh? Damn, I'm good,” Daniel goaded me as he licked me off his pink lips. He left teasing kisses on my thighs that felt as sensitive as my pussy and it tickled, making me giggle and moan at the same time.

“It was aight,” I teased him back and his cute face scrunched up as he feigned being hurt.

“Let me try again then…” 

He took his time sliding his fingers out that he then slid into his mouth to clean them of my sticky nectar. The sight made me want to moan again but I held it together…but then he sat up on his knees again to reveal his bulge that was hard and long as it twitched behind his sweats. It made my pussy twitch just looking at it as he laced his fingers around it to squeeze it and show off how thick it was in his right hand.

“Can I try with this?” Daniel asked quietly and I nodded, anxious to see it in the flesh. It flopped out over the hem of his boxers and sweats when he slowly pulled them down to show me. Thick, heavy, and chocolate-brown…I wanted to taste it.

“Yes…” I replied just as quietly before I leaned up to skim my fingertips along it, lifting it to my lips. He let out a sexy, breathy grunt when I let my tongue sweep across his tip, back and forth, keeping my rhythm along his shaft as I sucked him into my mouth. I got an inch beyond halfway before I realized I wasn’t going to be able to fit anymore without gagging. I thought about pushing myself to swallow him, especially when I could taste that he was close as his flesh grew saltier with his precum flowing onto my tongue. I wanted him to finish down my throat...but when I looked up at him he was looking down at me with lust for something else swirling in his eyes…

“You don’t wanna cum in my mouth?” I held his dick in my hand to ask but I licked along his length as I waited for his answer, making him moan to me.

“While you grind on me...”

“Oh okay...then hold on a sec,” I said with my coy yet impish smile and Daniel shot me a smirk before I shot off the couch and to my bedroom to look for the box of condoms I stashed in my closet. When I came back to the living room, he was sitting on the couch with his legs spread wide, his sweatpants on the carpet next to my shorts. The sight of him half-naked with his hard dick in his hand as he slowly stroked it made heat shoot through my body…

I fell to my knees and rolled the condom on him as he held himself still for me. He looked into my eyes as I stood up again and he asked softly, “You ready to sit on this dick?"

Another heatwave trickled through my body as I nodded, biting my lip as I climbed onto his lap to straddle his waist. It had only been a few months since my last hookup, but this felt like my first time as my heart thudded again to feel his lips on mine…and his blunt tip as it pushed inside me as I sat down on him slowly.

“Mmmm, shit,” I mumbled into our kiss. Daniel felt big and even with his hands on my waist to help me ease him inside, I was getting woozy from how drunk and full he had me already. His dick nudged on my every sweet spot as he took his time nestling himself inside of me. I hid my face in the crook of his neck and shoulder to hopefully hide my moans as he started to grind into me, slow swivels that made me grab at his tank top with both hands and nip at his neck with my teeth as fuck, that felt good…

“This must be your spot…right here…isn’t it?” Daniel whispered to me as he buried himself in me, grinding his dick on my g-spot. He was right as my body was heating up like I was catching fire, my pussy feeling warm and vulnerable to his every thrust. I couldn’t respond with words as I merely let out a soft moan in his ear, trembling against him. “Yeah, I can feel it…look how I got you shakin’ on me. I'm too good,” he answered for me and made me grin.

“Shut…up,” I managed to whine but it was quickly cut off by another moan as he held himself on my sweet spot.

“Nah, I like talkin’ while I'm in it and I think you do, too. Listen to how you moan for me…” Daniel said softly as he gripped my ass in his hands now, kissing my neck as I kissed his while he broke me down into another whimpering, panting orgasm. “Music to my ears…fuck, mmmn. I feel you grippin’ me again...go ahead and nut on this dick...”

I was at a loss for words again as I felt my body leave my control with those succulent heatwaves that matched the rhythm of my pussy spasming around his dick. I adored the breathy sounds that Daniel made as he moaned with me, squeezing me in his hands. I didn’t know when I came to and regained control of the pace, but somewhere within seeking every last drop of the intense pleasure he made drip from me, I wound up holding onto his shoulders and bouncing on him until our hips were slick and squelching with my juices and our sweat. I knew the sounds of our sloppy sex probably echoed throughout the silent loft at this point, but I couldn't...stop...

Not when pouncing on his big dick like this made him hit deeper, made it hurt so good. I was determined to take all of him—even as it made me feel damn near lightheaded. 

And not when the sultry look that seized his handsome face, his lips pouty and eyes squinted as he watched me fuck him, made me want to feel him cum…

“Goddamn…ride this dick. Mmmn, no pares...móntame. Just like that,” Daniel grunted with that sexy, breathy moan of his before he bit his lip. My pussy clenched around him to briefly hear his native tongue in my ear, making him moan and slap a hand to my ass before he grabbed at it again. That was loud yet the slight sting and the way he bottomed me out with each thrust made me nearly yelp louder. He covered my mouth with his as he grasped me in his big hands before he quietly gasped, “You're gonna make me cum…unnhh, shit.”

I couldn't help but sob and gasp, too, feeling him hold me still as he wedged himself into my stomach and came hard. It felt like my head was spinning to witness and feel something so beautiful from a man I never thought I’d meet, let alone have inside as his dick throbbed for me. It felt surreal but his hands, his mouth, and his body on mine felt so warm, so soft, and so hard at the same time as his muscles tensed while he crushed me in his arms, his lips crushed to mine.

I didn’t want it to end, but when I finally crawled off his lap and rolled the filled condom off of him, I could tell from his cute, droopy eyes he was satisfied and spent. A yawn flew out of me at the same time because so was I, but I didn’t want to go back to my room alone…

“Guess you're goin’ to bed now?” Daniel asked as he observed me as I went to throw the condom into the kitchen waste bin. I noticed the time on my microwave read 2:32 am. I came back with a couple of hand towels to clean up myself and handed one to him as he slowly stood to do the same.

“I think so...it's late and I am pretty sleepy now,” I replied with another yawn, covering my mouth and watching him wipe my juices from his groin as his face broke into a naughty grin. "What?" I asked as we pulled back on our pants.

“I wore that ass out, huh?” he said haughtily and I went to mock-punch him in the arm, but he snatched my fist into his and kissed my knuckles. “Come cuddle with me,” he added in a whisper and I felt myself shiver with a blush.

“That’s all we’re doing, right? Because I see how you like to 'cuddle' and I’m ready for bed,” I whispered back as he kissed my wrist and then my arm before he pulled me into his arms altogether. I blushed harder to feel his body surround me as I rested my head on his chest, feeling the soft pattering of his heartbeat on my cheek.

“Me, too. It’ll be innocent, promise,” Daniel assured me. And when we tiptoed to his room near Chris’s and fell into his bed, he made good on his promise. He snuggled up behind me as the big spoon, securing me to his broad chest again, our bodies so close, warm, and cozy under his comforter that I fell asleep before he could finish telling me good night.

He was a heavy sleeper as the next day I woke up before him and pried myself from beneath his hefty arm to sneak back into my bedroom across the loft. I would have loved to cuddle with him all morning, but I didn’t want Chris to realize I’d spent the night in Daniel’s room. I was a grown-ass woman but I rather he minded his business.

Yet as the three of us stood in the kitchen a couple of hours later, the men sipping on coffee I just brewed and munching on blueberry muffins from the glass cake stand on my island counter, Chris glared at Daniel from behind his steaming, beige mug. 

“Were you watching fucking porn late last night in the living room?” he asked him and my eyes widened. Thankfully Chris’s eyes were steadfast with disgust on his travel partner. “I was too exhausted to get up and tell you to turn that shit off, but I was like, ‘What the fuck is going on?’"

Daniel shot me a smoldering look of his own that made me tremble in my black, silk robe, a hint of a smirk on his lips, but the entire thing was so fast Chris didn’t seem to notice. But then he looked my way for validation about Daniel and I struggled not to choke on my bite of muffin in my mouth.

“Uh, yeah. I, um, heard it, too, and it woke me up. Very rude," I murmured after I swallowed, playing along and glaring at Daniel, too. I could tell he had to stifle his laugh when his lips quivered and he took another sip of coffee.

“My bad. I guess I shoulda worn headphones, but I didn’t think this place had crazy reverb like that…” he apologized, throwing me a phony, dejected pout with sad puppy eyes that made me bite my lip to keep from giggling.

“Jesus, I can't take this guy anywhere. Sorry about that," Chris then apologized and I nodded devoutly. Neither Daniel nor I could make eye contact after that unless we wanted to burst out laughing.

It wasn’t until they were packed up and headed out shortly afterward that we finally caught each other’s gaze. We stood in the lobby together as he let his smoldering eyes bore into mine, making that familiar warmth hug me all over before he dared to take a step closer to me and put his arms around me.

“You better hope Chris takes a while in the bathroom,” I warned as he leaned down to plant a kiss on my lips. Yet the way his mouth moved on mine as he tasted my tongue and held me close had me suddenly not giving a damn if he did catch us…

“What's he gonna do? Stop me from comin’ to see you? He ain’t my dad.” Daniel sucked his teeth and I giggled.

“When are you comin' to see me?!” I asked in an incredulous breath, my hands on his chest. I was fully prepared to savor the experience for what it was since what we did last night still felt wild, like once-in-a-lifetime wild…

“Next time I’m home in Buffalo…if that’s cool with you,” he replied and gave me another quick kiss that made my heart pound between my legs before we heard footsteps coming up the hallway. 

“It’s cool,” I purred, my eyelids a little low from his dreamy kiss and his strong hands slipping from around my waist. 

We were still standing awkwardly close when Chris appeared, yet he swiped up his duffel bags from the wooden floor and thanked me for a lovely stay. I had to convince myself that it wasn’t all a dream as they piled into my elevator with their luggage and waved goodbye.

Yet as Daniel locked those devilish, deep brown eyes on me and mouthed, “I’ll call you,” as the double doors closed, I knew he was going to bring my delicious fantasies to life again. I couldn’t wait for another taste.

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Thanks for reading! 💜

Hey, my first AEW fanfiction! And it had to be Daniel because that's my baby boy and I miss him on my screen. 🥹

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[vex91]

Cho Miyeon - Gorgeous

Pairing: Cho Miyeon x Female Reader

Fandom: (G)I-DLE

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Miyeon and reader established relationship imagine where they stop having sex with each other because every time miyeon initiates it reader rejects her. Miyeon gets sad because she thinks it has something to do with her not being able to "perform" well or reader doesn't find her attractive anymore but reader ends up telling her it's not that but actually because she's insecure now(because she (reader) put on weight. Even though it was barely any). But anyways yeah super angsty and suggestive w/ fluff ending. Thanks!

Summary: Miyeon starts to get worried about her abilities in bed after you started avoiding having sex with her.

Warning(s): Suggestive

A/N: I actually love writing for her so much❤

3rd's POV

"Come on tell us, what's happening between you and Y/N?" Minnie asked the older girl, a curious look visible on her face. Minnie knew Miyeon like the back of her hand so she could see that something bothered Miyeon and after pestering the older girl for long enough, she was sure that it was about your relationship. She just wasn't sure what could be wrong, you still looked like you only saw each other and the affections between were still there but still something bothered Miyeon.

"It's... nothing serious" Miyeon tried to change the subject but unfortunately for her Yuqi came into the kitchen where the two were talking and now she also had her on her back "If it bothers you this much then it is serious. Come on tell us, you'll feel better when you vent to someone" Yuqi took a sit on the kitchen counter much to Miyeon's dismay and with a smile she took an apple and started eating it, waiting for Miyeon to start talking.

"Okay something is bothering me but it really isn't that serious. It's about... well our intimate life" At that Minnie's eyes widened before she jumped on the counter along with Yuqi who looked just as serious. Miyeon only observed how they got themselves comfortable before giving her all of their attention "Now that's serious. Don't you know that? Tell us what happened" Yuqi said before fully focusing on Miyeon.

"That's the thing. Nothing happened, we didn't had sex for a month now. Everytime I try to initiate it, she pulls away and I don't know why" Miyeon vented to her friends who thought about this carefully "Do you guys think that she doesn't find me attractive anymore" Minnie shook her head at that "Impossible" Sighing Miyeon looked down "Maybe I don't give her pleasure anymore. Maybe I'm just bad at it" Yuqi jumped off the counter and stood in front of Miyeon, taking her by her shoulder and giving her an encouraging smile "I think that you should try again tonight and if she rejects you again then just talk it out with her. I don't think that it's anything with you... hopefully" Miyeon nodded, thinking over what Yuqi said.

She was right. Instead of thinking about all the reasons why you didn't wanted to get intimate with her, she should just talk with you about it. Communication is a key in a relationship after all. Despite being unserious most of the time, Yuqi cared about her members and often helped them a lot in stuff like this so Miyeon appreciated her because now she had a courage to talk with you about it.

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You sighed when you felt Miyeon's arms wrapping themselves around you the moment you layed down next to her on your couch. Since the group had some time off before resuming their preparations for their new album, Miyeon decided to use it to spend some time with you. That's why she came over to your house with intentions to stay there with you for these few days.

You just came back home from work so both of you decided that it will be a good idea to just lay down and watch a movie on your couch which you did but Miyeon had other plans in mind. She was craving you, lately she has been so busy that she didn't had time to spend with you so now she really needed to feel and taste you. The problem was the fear of you rejecting her again with another excuse as to why you didn't wanted to have sex with her.

At some point during a movie Miyeon placed a hand on your thigh which she thought you didn't noticed since you looked focused on the movie but what she didn't know was how you surely noticed it. Truthfully you were more focused on her rather than a movie, having her so close to you after not being intimate for a long while was a torture for you, all you wanted was for her to touch you but you couldn't help but distance yourself from her whenever she tried to get closer to you.

And it was not different tonight. Everytime Miyeon tried to get closer to you or initiate something, you would very noticeable back away leaving Miyeon frustrated until she finally had enough "Okay baby? Can we talk about it?" Your girlfriend turned herself more so she could face you fully, the movie's volume lowered to let you both have a conversation that you definitely needed. You looked down immediately, guilt starting to build up the longer you felt her gaze on you.

Seeing this Miyeon felt bad, she didn't wanted to pressure you into anything and that's the last thing she wanted "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to say it like that. I'm just confused about why you don't want to have sex with me anymore. Is it because I'm bad at it?" You quickly looked up, frantically shaking your head "Then do you not find me attractive anymore?" You shook your head again "Then what is it?" Miyeon held your hand the whole time, trying to give you some support and reassurance.

"It's not about me not finding you attractive anymore but more... me being scared that you won't find me attractive anymore" Miyeon looked confused at what you said so you continued "I've gain some weight lately and I just... don't think that I'm attractive enough for you" You finished before looking down again. Silence filled the room as Miyeon was processing what you've just said.

You're scared that she won't find you attractive anymore because you've gained some weight? She didn't even noticed and even if she did she would be happy that you're eating well. Plus for her it's impossible to not find you attractive, you were the most beautiful woman to her and she wanted to prove that to you.

She wanted you to know that you were gorgeous to her.

So Miyeon used her free hand and took your chin to raise your head up again so you could look at her and when you did, you saw only love and sincerity in her eyes "Don't you ever think that you're less than perfect in my eyes. You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen and everyday I'm asking myself how I got so lucky to have you. It hurts hearing that you don't think that you're beautiful so please baby, let me show you how much I love you" She looked for any sign of approval from you so she could do anything to make you feel loved.

And when she did she didn't hesitated in connecting your lips in a loving kiss that was only a beginning of the night. She was going to show you that for her you're the most beautiful woman on this planet.

#vex writes #(g)i-dle x reader #gidle x reader #(g)i-dle reactions #gidle reactions #cho miyeon x reader #cho miyeon

[baileypie-writes]

hii again!! Could i request another velvet x fem reader? Maybe the reader could have a softspoken but sweet personality that compliments velvet's, and reader likes cutesy things and dresses cute. And in the fic velvet and reader have been together for a while and its them spending their anniversary together! Velvet used to be more reluctant to be affectionate but is opening up more and getting more comfortable with it, and reader is really clingy but understanding, and both are affectionate even if its in their own way. I hope this made sense! Thank you so much i love reading your velvet fics 😭🩷

A/N ~ Sure! And thanks for liking my stuff🩷 Hope you enjoy!

~More Affectionate~

Velvet x Fem!Sweet!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Female, sweet, soft spoken, cutsey

Relationship: Romantic

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: It’s you and Velvet’s six month anniversary, and you realize how much more comfortable she’s gotten with showing affection.

Warnings: None!

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“Wow.” You breathed out at the sight of your girlfriend, Velvet.

She looked stunning. Well, she always does, but especially now. Her fashions sense has always been the best, but she really knocked it out of the park with this outfit. She was decked out head to toe in purple and gold. Her dress and makeup were so sparkly, you could go blind. Luckily, your eyes were used to this level of brightness, as it was normal for Velvet.

She strutted over to you, fully aware of the stares she was getting from others. She was a celebrity, so it’s impossible to not be looked at. She ignored it this time though. The only person she cared about was you.

“Hey Velvet!” You said, a bit flustered. One hand fiddled with the hem of your frilly dress, while the other did the same with the strap of your bag.

“Hey (name).” Velvet said cooly. She flipped her ponytail from over her shoulder, to behind her. She was smirking, looking at the color of your flushed cheeks.

“You look beautiful!” You complimented.

Velvet chuckled. “Yeah, I know.” She said confidently. You assumed she wouldn’t say anything else. She wasn’t the most comfortable with showing affection. But she surprised you. “Same to you. That color looks good on you.” She avoided eye contact as she said this, and her cheeks turned a bit more pink.

“Oh, thanks!” You said, and Velvet smiled.

She held out her hand for you to take. “Ready to go?”

You nodded, and took it. Then the two of you began walking to your destination.

The purpose of this date was to celebrate you and Velvet’s six month anniversary. It’s a big milestone, so what better way celebrate than to do both you guys’ favorite thing: shopping? And to be sure you wouldn’t be interrupted, Velvet brought a bodyguard. He’d stay at a good distance, so you two would have your space. But he’d prevent anyone from running up to you guys, or even taking pictures from afar.

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You made it to the entrance of the mall, and you opened the door for Velvet. She thanked you, and you immediately clung back onto her arm. Velvet sighed, but not of annoyance. She didn’t mind your clinginess.

The first store you went to was full of things that peaked your interest. There were tons of cute clothes and accessories, you felt you could die from happiness! Velvet watched with a smile as you circled around the store, picking up and looking at various things. Each item, you made sure to hold up and show her. Velvet made sure to give an honest opinion on each of them. But none were really negative, as she thinks anything in this style looks good on you.

At the checkout, your arms were wrapped around her. “Thank you so much Vels!” You said happily.

“Oh, don’t thank me yet. We’re just getting started!” She leaned down for a kiss, which you gladly accepted. It was a bit of a surprise though, as Velvet wasn’t usually the one to initiate them, especially in public. Though, lately she has been getting better at showing affection, much to your delight.

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The sun was setting, and you and Velvet just got back to her house. The bodyguard carried most of the bags inside. But you insisted on carrying at least some, felling bad for him. After all, he was a bodyguard, not a servant.

Once everything was inside, you and Velvet cuddled up on the couch. You decided to put everything away the next day, since it was getting a bit late. With the TV remote in her hand, Velvet flipped through channels, trying to find a movie to watch. As she did so, you sneakily snuggled a bit closer to her. She noticed, and you expected her to just leave you alone. But instead, she copied your action. She wrapped an arm around your waist, and scooted closer. She then rested her head on yours, before continuing looking for a movie.

You smiled. Looking back to when you first started dating, Velvet really didn’t show any physical affection at all. You figured that it made her uncomfortable. But fast forward to now, she’s gotten much more used to it. While she’s still not the most affectionate, she shows her love in her own way. The two of you have come so far in the last six months, and now you can’t wait to have another go by so you can celebrate your one year anniversary.

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~~baileypie-writes

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[cinnajun]

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: like clockwork | njm

summary | fights with jaemin are impossible because he never takes them seriously. so, when you get into a relationship-ending fight with him, you decide on an ultimatum: if he doesn’t apologize first this time, you're going to cut the string of fate.

genre | non-idol! jaemin x fem reader. angst and a little fluff like at the end (if you consider it that)

warnings | over-dependence (from both sides), generally just a toxic relationship whoops sorry jaemin

wc | 2.1k

a/n: this is like a part two? i guess? to nct dream after a fight, except i don’t think jaemin is very nice when it comes to arguments

jeno’s ver

YOU’VE BEEN SITTING in your ex-roommate’s living room for three hours, crying into her blankets while she tried to console you. You weren’t sure what to feel—anger, sadness, confusion, or maybe all three—at this point.

Jaemin was, in all senses of the phrase, a perfect boyfriend. Your friends fawned over him and his consideration, the way he bought you bouquets and little teddy bears from time to time, the way he agreed with you on everything you said. They fawned over the way he planned out your whole future, from beginning to end, as if you were never going to break up.

And, to be honest, you thought there’d never be a chance you would break up. Seriously, you’d started dating in your last year of high school, and you’d never gotten close to breaking up in the years that followed.

Now, you weren’t so sure.

You had to fight sometimes. No matter how unargumentative he was, how he never cared about how late you stayed out or who you were friends with, there were always going to be bumps.

Your roommate helped you realize that, after every single fight, you were the one to apologize. Without fail. An hour ago, you’d gone through every single argument you had (you could count the number on one hand), and, no matter who started it, you always had to be the one reaching out for forgiveness.

None of those fights were as big as this one, but you knew it would stay the same.

Today was your fifth anniversary of being with him. You’d spent weeks saving up for a gift for him, working extra hours and budgeting so he wouldn’t notice such a big purchase in your shared expenses. It was simple, a thin bracelet with a few fancy gemstones and his initials engraved onto it, but it meant a lot to you.

Jaemin didn’t get you anything.

You’d never especially celebrated anniversaries, at least not with presents, but you had made it clear that five years was a big deal to you. On the day of, today, you spent hours preparing your apartment, even taking the day off so you could prepare.

Then, at around 5, Jaemin sent a text saying he was going to get drinks with Donghyuck. Then, you hinted that you’d prepared dinner. Then, he asked you to put some in a tupperware for him so he could savor it the next day.

By that point, you were near tears, and the only thing you managed to type out was: what about our anniversary?

He caved at that, saying he was on his way home. By that point, though, the night had been ruined for you; maybe you should’ve let him go so you could calm down, take a few deep breaths, and complain to your friends. But, something in that naive mind of yours said this could be fixed, and you believed that inkling.

Jaemin returned home looking annoyed. You watched as his face morphed from mild discontent to shock as he stared at your decorated kitchen, with flowers everywhere and a cute sign you’d spent the whole morning making.

“Babe, when did we do stuff like this?” was the first thing he asked. At that moment, you saw concern, guilt, but that was the only time that night you saw remorse at all.

“We didn’t,” you agreed briefly, taking a sad bite of the cookies you had made. Your dinner was cold now, uneatable by your standards. “But five years isn’t a short amount of time, Jaemin, and I have been talking about it for months.”

The rest of the fight was a blur. When your voice raised, he implored you to calm down, to just listen to him. He kept a level head throughout the whole thing, spitting logic and reasonability at your emotional outburst. Things about how he hadn’t budgeted for gifts, how he never thought it would be this big of a deal, how you never told him it would be this big of a deal.

The way he spoke to you was condescending, as if he had everything under control, everything figured out, everything according to his wants. You recognized his tone of voice well because it was nearly identical to the tone your superiors, male superiors, took when they spoke to you at work. You knew he felt like he was the rational one, and that you were overreacting.

Nothing was fixed. You remember grabbing your jacket, slinging it over your shoulders, all while Jaemin told you to stay and “figure yourself out.” You didn’t listen, yanking one of the kitchen drawers open and pulling out the small, velvet box where the bracelet lay. In your anger, you threw it at him, leaving him to stare while you took yourself (and the pretty dress you’d put on) elsewhere.

“I think you need to tell him to apologize,” your ex-roommate suggested, handing you a bowl of popcorn intermixed with M&Ms. “I’ve never heard of Jaemin acting like that much of an asshole.”

That night, you set an ultimatum. If Jaemin couldn’t take your concerns seriously, your needs seriously, then you obviously couldn’t be together. If he could not take this seriously, then you would not be together.

So, you sent a text:

If you aren’t the one to apologize this time, we need to have a talk about our relationship. I’ll give you a week.

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Four days pass, and you’re regretting it. Jaemin has been your entire adult life, and you’re not sure if you can live without him.

All your friends are on your side, telling you that, if this is the end, they’ll be here to help you recover. They give you tips on separating your bank accounts (when you and Jaemin decided to do that about a year ago now, you had been giddy, thinking this meant marriage was now in the picture), how to find an apartment on your own, ways you can keep yourself safe and sound when you were home alone.

Still, you were nervous. His only response to your text had been a small “okay,” all lowercase, with no emotion behind it. You hadn’t even opened the text at your ex-roommate’s behest, as she claimed “opening it means he knows you’re thinking about him.”

You were going to regret this, one part of you said. The other part insisted this was good for you, that you couldn’t live your whole life dependent on someone who wasn’t dependent on you. That your relationship with Jaemin might’ve been toxic anyways, maybe even suffocating, because who wants their entire life planned out at 22?

Deep down, you know that your breakup will destroy your life. You’d probably go back to your parents for a bit, wondering if Jaemin talked to his friends about how you always told him that you’d never been too fond of them. You’d watch as his life sailed on perfectly fine without you, always planned to a T, always ready for an unexpected iceberg or two.

Jaemin’s life was like clockwork: constant, yet moving forwards with no chance of looking back. No matter the clock he was adorned by, his ticking would not end until the clock was destroyed beyond repair.

Yours was not. Yours was planned around his planning, every move decided upon with his opinion, every decision made with his watchful eye leading you through.

You were his clock.

No clockwork could exist without a clock, though. 

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You stood outside your apartment door, key in hand, ex-roommate parked outside. Part of you didn’t want to go inside, didn’t want to face reality if reality meant the end of your life’s only constant. But, a week had passed, and you would not let yourself fall now.

You shoved the key into the doorknob, clicking it open with the slow turn of your wrist, and pushing it open. Jaemin was sitting on the floor, scratching the chin of your shared cat.

“Are you ready to talk now?” he asked, not turning his attention away from the cat. He assumed the tone of voice he’d kept that night, a tone that made your stomach churn.

“I don’t think you understand this, honestly,” you replied, slipping your shoes off and trudging farther into the apartment. He rose from the floor, following you into the living room, where he’d sorted your flowers into one of the many vases he’d bought a couple of ago.

“Enlighten me, then. Let me understand,” he replied, sitting down on the sofa. You sat in the single chair across from him, leaning your elbows on your knees.

“I took extra shifts to buy you that bracelet, Jaemin. I talked about our anniversary for months, and you pretended to listen to every word I said, but, down to the wire, you don’t even acknowledge it,” you breathed out, trying to keep yourself as level-headed as he presented himself to be. “You didn’t even plan on coming home for dinner.”

“Who said I was pretending? Listen, [First], your months of talking were just little ideas and hints. You never said anything outright, so I didn’t think it would be such a big deal—”

���I’m not here to fight again,” you cut him off, clenching your fists and biting back the tears in your eyes. “I’m here for an apology, and if you can’t give me something as simple as that, I am going to break up with you.”

Jaemin’s eyes widened as if that was the last thing he expected to hear. The whole room went silent, save for the quiet meows of your cat, who was currently rubbing her back against your leg. Jaemin didn’t seem like he knew what to say, or what to do, which was the last situation he wanted to be in in most cases.

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He squeezed his eyes shut, covering his face with his hands, as if he was in some sort of shock. Not wanting to speak until he decided on his response, you just leaned back in the chair, staring at him.

Jaemin dropped his hands from his face, staring at the coffee table. Your cat took off elsewhere, blissfully unaware of the gravity of your situation.

Finally, he said, “You can’t do that.”

“Excuse me?”

“You can’t break up with me now,” he repeated, looking up at you. “Not after—”

“After what? You planned out my entire future for me, to fit your tastes?”

“Not after I planned my whole life around you.”

You went quiet at that. Something in that statement didn’t feel right, at least not to your mind. There was no way Na Jaemin’s perfect life plans had you in mind, not at all. He was the center of the universe, and you were the stick threatening to pop his perfect balloon. In what world had everything been planned around you?

“If an apology is what you need, I will give it, but you have to promise you won’t leave now. Not over something like this,” he continued, letting his voice crack. A single tear fell down his face, and, you swear to god, you have never seen him panic like this. “I’m sorry, [First]. It’s my fault your anniversary plans fell through, and it’s my fault I didn’t think the ideas were anything more than ideas. I loved the bracelet and will never treasure anything more in my entire life. Okay? Is that enough?”

You didn’t know what to say. Jaemin immediately began wiping at his tears, sniffling, trying to get himself in order, trying to keep the clock ticking. Slowly, you stood up, approaching the sofa. You took an awkward seat next to him, trying to hold back the reactionary tears at him crying.

So, instead of verbally agreeing, you wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him tightly. He kept wiping at his tears, desperately striving to return to his usual calm self. After a few seconds, though, he gave up, returning your embrace in earnest. He buried his head in your shoulder, repeating “I’m sorry” every few moments.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, shocked that he was just as scared as you were. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he responded, pulling you closer. “Our sixth anniversary will be the most extravagant thing you’ve ever seen. Same with our twelfth, our eighteenth…”

“I can’t wait,” you hummed.

At the end of the day, you learned that, although they are separate in theory, a clock can’t work without its clockwork, and the clockwork has no function without a clock.

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So Cold

Pairing: mainly Jake Lockley x fem!Reader (established relationship), Steven Grant x fem!Reader & Marc Spector x fem!Reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, suggestive stuff [making out, dirty talk, smutty undertones etc], gun violence, car accident, near death situation [drowning], angst, vulgar language, mentions of blood, hospitalization, character death [you and the moon boys will be fine], hurt/comfort

Word Count: 9,5K

Summary: Your date gets interrupted by Jake’s enemies and you end up trapped underwater.

A/N: Not my best but this concept has lived in my head rent free for weeks. @davosmymaster​ has been lovely enough to brainstorm with me and also help me with most of the Spanish parts <3 Any and all mistakes are mine!!! 😤

Please don’t come at me for any technical stuff. I don’t know what it’s like to be in a car that’s stuck underwater nor am I a medical expert (I’m basing it on personal experiences). Just enjoy the vibes <3

YOUR POV

“Jake, oh my god!” Your laughter filled the car and his ears, his name fitting somewhere in between the joyous erupts. The sun was setting below the horizon, directly in front of you as the final rays of the day bounced off the deep, dark sea. Everything was golden with hints of pink and orange. Late autumn leaves were carried by the gentle wind, cascading down onto the ground and some landing on the hood of the vehicle surely to be blown away when you’d eventually drive home.

When he looked at you trying to contain your adorable laughter after the terrible joke he told only moments earlier, he swore he felt his heart expand in his chest. Tearing his eyes off of you was impossible, not even the picture perfect sunset being a match to you, the love of his life smiling so wide it reached your eyes. If telling bad jokes always made you laugh like that, Jake would never stop.

Jake was happy.

Truly happy.

He hadn’t known this kind of love and pure bliss prior to meeting you. Before, his existence consisted mainly of protecting others and dealing with the worst of the worst. Every touch he felt was rough and cold, with violent intentions. When he felt your loving touch, he was hooked. It took time but Jake learned to long for it. Jake hadn’t lived much for himself nor had anyone ever protected him. Not that he really needed protection, not like that. But the way you loved him and made him feel was enough. You protected his heart.

That day had been wonderful so far and there was no doubt in his mind that the night would be just as good. Since it was Jake’s day, he had taken you out on a date to surprise you. Sure, there were some bumps on the road; the restaurant he had wanted to take you to was closed due to water damages, the plumbing had seen better days at that place. 

That didn’t stop you, no. You and Jake opted for fast food instead and drove to a remote area to watch the sunset and eat your food in the car instead. Sure, it had felt a bit ridiculous to walk into a fast food place in your fancy clothes but in a way, it was amusing. The heels, the dress, the suit Jake was wearing that made it hard for you to keep your hands off of him. If the weather had been nicer, you would’ve eaten outside but winter was nearing quickly. Staying in the car where it was warm, especially when you were only in a thin dress, was much better.

Somehow, that was one of your best dates so far. Just the two of you, the sunset and a lot of privacy which allowed opportunities for you to get all touchy and hands-on with each other without being judged by strangers. Jake never loved the way some people, especially other guys, would look at you. He couldn’t blame them though, because you were an absolute goddess. He felt so lucky to be with you, to be able to call you his girl. People who knew what was best for them knew not to even think about getting between you and Jake. The same applied for you and Marc and Steven. The harmony you all had was beautiful and nothing could possibly disrupt that.

Even the music was excellent tonight because the car was connected to your Spotify account. Jake had put some of his favourite songs in the queue. Right now, you were listening to a tune he always loved to sing and whistle around the flat, más allá del sol. It reminded you of the time he had completely surprised you one evening as he played the song and swayed with you in the living room. Jake Lockley was more romantic than you had ever expected him to be - and you loved everything about it.

“You have something there,” Your laughter faded after a while and you pointed at Jake’s cheek with a mischievous smile on your face. It was clear as day you had something up your sleeve.

“Here?” Jake raised an eyebrow, playing along. He pointed past the moustache he had been growing. They had decided to let their facial hair grow after they all learned how much you liked that. Besides, it looked good. Fantastic, actually.

“More like…” You began as you leaned closer to Jake and wrapped your hand around the black tie around his neck. As said, you two were definitely overdressed for a fast food date. Then you tugged at it, pulling Jake’s face close to yours.

“...right here,” You whispered and shamelessly kissed his cheek, concealing the fact that there hadn’t actually been anything on his face. You just wanted to kiss him. There was no harm in that, right?

Jake felt all warm and fuzzy inside when your lips pressed against his skin. He was sure you were able to tell it made his cheeks heat up, not that he’d admit it. The fact that you were acting like this just to smooch his cheek made Jake feel a lot of things. He wanted to return the favour before you’d drive him mad with your little antics.

“If you wanted a kiss, mi amor, you could’ve just asked,” Jake explained. Yup. He had definitely turned soft but he didn’t mind because it was all for you. He looked in your eyes, willing to get lost in the beauty and mystery that was hidden in them, something magnetizing behind your coated lashes that tried to captivate him time after time - and it worked. They said eyes were the doors to one’s soul, there was no doubt about that when he gazed into yours.

“Making you blush is more fun,” You teased. Of course, you did.

“Oh come here you,” Jake had finally reached the point of not being able to keep his hands off of you any longer. He cupped your face with his hands, fingers resting against the back of your head as he kissed you. It was fierce and passionate, a kiss that instantly took your breath away and wiped away the playful gleam. That was replaced by a burning desire, a need that only he could satisfy and you were willing to do anything for.

Jake’s tongue slipped past your lips as he tasted you, his needy and unabashed kiss making you moan. Not even the music could hide the fact. Your closed your eyes and tilted your head, needing him to get closer somehow. In a desperate attempt, you tangled your fingers in his dark locks, pulling him closer while also holding onto him for support as the kiss threatened to make you swoon. Just one kiss was all it took, the feeling of his soft stubble poking lightly against your skin and his hands now roaming down your body, toying with the straps of your dress.

As Jake pulled back from the kiss with glistening lips, it was his time to smirk.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Jake wondered in a low voice, sending shivers down your spine. It didn’t help that his breath landed on your neck, making you think about just how amazing his lips would feel on the sensitive skin. The answer to his question was quite obvious but he thought it was fun to tease you too.

“Please,” You nodded, running your fingers down his neck and then beginning to work on loosening his tie, “I’ve wanted you from the moment you walked out the house in this suit.”

“Really?” Jake acted surprised, peppering light kisses on your neck, right above your increasing pulse and inhaling the sweet, sweet scent of your perfume, “Maybe I should wear it more often. Had no clue you so into men in suits.”

“Liar,” You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well he knew what he was doing.

“Well you’re in luck, cariño,” Jake rolled one strap off your shoulder, kissing the newly exposed skin rather tenderly, “because I’ve been thinking about fucking you dumb ever since you put this dress on.”

This was the Jake you knew, being so shameless with his words yet the boldness did wonders to you. Those words went right to your core. If he kept talking to you like that as his lips were on a journey to touch every inch of your skin, you weren’t sure you’d be able to wait until you got home. You needed him now.

“Jake…” You whimpered his name, feeling your heart thundering in your chest. It wouldn’t be the first time you two got adventurous outside the flat but you wanted to make sure no one could accidentally see you.

Jake knew that. There was no way in hell he’d ever expose you like that, not when he knew what kinds of creeps existed out there. With a quick glance, he looked past your shoulder and in the side mirror. Now that the sun had set, it was darker outside but not dark enough to let anyone hide in the shadows. In fact, it made it clearer than before that there was a car nearby, parked sort of behind you two. That was definitely odd as your car was blocking the view, there was no sensible reason for anyone to be there.

When Jake put his hand on your thigh and sat up straight, you just knew something was wrong. The look on his face said it all. It’s like his mind shut out everything else and focused solely on the fact that you had to get away.

“What’s going on?” You tried to look behind and out the window, but Jake didn’t let you. He urged you to fasten your seat belt as he started the engine with a roar.

The people in the other car realized they had been caught. Their headlights turned on when they prepared to follow you for whatever reasons they had. It couldn’t be good. Suddenly the mood had gone from excitement to genuine fear. The kisses and butterflies had flown out the window, replaced by confusion and worry. Jake got on the road and began speeding up immediately, knowing the best option was to put distance between you and the people who had interrupted your date.

“There’s a gun in the glove box,” Jake told you with a flat tone. He tried so intently to stay neutral for your sake because he didn’t want to scare you. Jake recognized the car that was now tailing you and that plagued him. If anything happened to you now, he would never be able to forgive himself.

“A gun?” You didn’t know why you were surprised. As the initial shock disappeared, you followed the unspoken instructions and opened the glove box. Just as he had said, there was a gun there. The sight made you feel uneasy. What was happening?!

“Do you remember how to use it?” Jake wondered, needing to know that in case things got ugly.

“Are you serious right now?”

“It’s a yes or no question!” He snapped, not meaning to sound so harsh but neither of you had time for bickering. As he took a look in the rear view mirror, he saw the car coming closer and closer. Cars. There were more of them now, each car speeding toward you at a dangerous rate. Something flashed in the reflection. They had a gun too. Most likely guns.

“Yes! I remember how to shoot, Jake.”

“Good,” Jake hit the gas pedal, taking a rough turn to the right. The road was bumpy and in terrible condition, leading you down the hill. There was water surrounding it which meant that this road was the only way out of there. Either that or a swim in the cold, murky water that was quite the long fall away. Walking through the woods wasn’t an option either.

“Joder!” Jake cursed, angry at the fact he hadn’t noticed the car earlier. His mind jumped to the worst places, thinking about every possible scenario from start to finish. Every what-if was already taunting Jake. What would’ve happened if they had gone by unnoticed for longer? What did these people want from him? From you? Guilt was already creeping up to Jake, squirming underneath his skin like a worm and making him feel sick.

He should’ve been more alert. Letting his guard down for just one damn day had been foolish. Jake couldn’t believe this was happening.

You shook your head in disbelief as you stared at the empty road ahead, squeezing the gun in your hands. Although you were prepared to fight, your mind tried so desperately to distance itself from what was going on. The weapon was heavy in your soft hands. You didn’t want to use it but knew you would if someone threatened to hurt Jake. The thought of anyone wanting to hurt him made you sick, it sparked a raging fire you would never be able to tame. So you took a few deep breaths, chasing away the crippling fear that threatened to get the best of you. This was not the time to freak out.

“I'm sorry, mi vida,” Jake hadn’t meant to snap at you but the situation was stressful to say the least. Stress brought out a different side of him. Jake was a protector to the core but he wasn’t used to working like this. Jake preferred going solo against these assholes. Surprisingly gently, considering the circumstances, he reached out to grab your hand, giving you a squeeze before taking the gun away from you. That was simultaneously a relief and incredibly alarming.

“Who are they?” You wondered, trying to put the pieces together, to focus on facts instead of the terrifying and unreliable conclusions in your head. Everything happened so fast. One moment you had been all over each other and now some shady people were tailing you. Jake was holding the gun. You were awfully aware of your own breathing and it became more and more difficult to control it.

“Bad people,” Jake groaned, being vague on purpose. He was aware of the fact you weren’t doing well and it was killing him on the inside. Truly, it shattered his very soul to know you must’ve been scared out of your mind, not knowing the whats and whys. You had done nothing wrong and yet here you were, being hunted like an animal. If only he had a chance to comfort you, he would’ve. Right now though, he could only focus on getting rid of these people and driving far away from here.

As if to confirm what Jake just said, a shot echoed and the rear window shattered. It was loud and it made you flinch. In an instant, Jake pushed your head down as far as you could go, not giving those people a chance to aim at you. He’d rather catch those bullets in his arm than to have them anywhere near you.

He made sure the road ahead was clear so he didn’t have to focus on steering for the next second or two. Another gunshot was heard which came from Jake’s gun. This one was louder. It made your ears ring painfully which seemed to be the least of your worries. He had the gun pointing at the nearest car from behind his headrest, forcing the ‘bad people’ to dodge too. Jake pulled the trigger again, successfully breaking the windshield and disarming the man in the passenger seat. His bullet seemed to have gone right through his shoulder.

After firing behind a few more times, Jake had successfully gotten rid of one of the cars. It lost its steering and ended up spinning around on the road and disappearing into the rear view. Before you knew it, it was far out of sight.

This was getting nasty.

Another round of shots forced Jake to dodge, giving him a chance to look at the road and make sure nothing was in your way and that you weren’t driving into a ditch. He had been in car chases and shootouts many times before but never like this, never with your life on the line.

Jake had Khonshu’s protection, you didn’t.

“Jake, let me help!” You were fighting your tears, hating how useless you felt.

“Please.”

He opened his mouth to protest, thinking there was no reason to make you do anything unless it was absolutely necessary but when he saw your determined expression, Jake couldn’t just say no. The situation was dire. Focusing on the road ahead while dodging bullets and shooting at people when you were right there was too risky. There was a reason they all had trained you to fight. It was now or never.

“Aim at the tires,” Jake instructed you as he handed you the gun, trusting you. He had to. He wanted you to aim at the tires instead of the driver because he knew taking a life wasn’t easy. Jake didn’t wish that burden upon you.

With a deep breath, you pointed the deadly weapon at the enemy, struggling to see properly through the thousands of cracks and holes in the window of the nearest car that tailed you. As well as you possibly could, you tried to control the tremble in your hands. 

Focus...focus!

Before you got a chance to comprehend what was really happening, something hit the side of the car completely out of the blue and it hit you hard. The impact steered you off road instantly despite Jake hitting the brakes so hard that they screetched. Everything became a haze and you lost your sense of balance, dropping the gun in the process. Whether you were upside down or sideways, you had no way of telling. Thud after thud, it became harder to even guess. Hell, it was so sudden you didn’t even get a chance to comprehend what was really going on.

The last thing you picked up before hitting your head against the side of the car was Jake’s voice. He yelled out your name with panic and fear in his voice you had never heard before. It completely broke your heart.

             “Wake up, you idiot!”

What the hell?

“You need to get out of the car, Lockley. You’ve got no time to waste.”

Followed by Khonshu's echoing words, Jake felt the brutal sting of the cold that had enveloped his entire body. His eyes opened up wide in surprise and fear. Not only was it cold to the point it felt like his muscles were burning, it was so dark that he couldn’t see anything at all. How long had he been out?

Water was rising rapidly, pouring into the car from bullet holes and rising up Jake’s legs. It had already reached his waist, soaking his clothes and threatening to take the rest of him too. Jake didn’t fear for himself, he found himself worrying over someone else entirely.

You

Were you okay?

“Y/N!”

Jake snapped his head instinctively to his side and reached out to make sure you were there. After blinking a few times while trying not to freak out, he managed to find the light switch on the ceiling of the car. Miraculously, the lights still worked but they were already flickering. They revealed the murky water that was pulling the vehicle deeper and deeper below the surface, with no promise of ending any time soon. It seemed like an endless abyss.

Then Jake saw blood. Crimson had painted your skin and hair, dripping into the water below and washing away into the vast sea. There was a wound on the side of your head that made Jake feel ill. If the water hadn’t frozen his body by now, the sight certainly did. It’s like his heart stopped for a moment when he realized how hopeless this situation seemed. Jake couldn’t believe he had failed to protect you.

You were unconscious, the seat belt being the only thing keeping you from hunching over into the icy pool below your waist. There was a notable dent in the side of the car, the metal compressed together like a crushed soda can. Whether your legs had wiggle room or not, Jake couldn’t tell. Judging by all the blood, the answer was more gruesome than he wished for it to be.

Jake summoned his suit, feeling how the material wrapped around his body and offered some shield from the biting, frosty water. Without wasting any more time, he ripped his seat belt off with ease thanks to his powers. They really came in handy now as the water pressure had trapped you like bugs in a jar. The belt snapped in half loudly and caused Jake to stumble to the side a little bit. He didn’t know if he was injured or not - it didn’t matter. Jake felt the water rising past his waist and chest, ever so surely making the air bubble smaller and smaller.

Khonshu hadn't been lying when he said there was no time to waste.

“Come on…” Jake groaned through gritted teeth, kicking the already smashed dashboard in order to free your body from the trap the crash had created. His movements were slower than he wanted them to be underwater. Either way, the car bent due to the force, freeing your legs. The damage caused more water to flood inside. It splashed around as he searched for your seat belt, hardly feeling his hands at this point. As he eventually found it, he yanked it out of the lock with a snap and caught your body that slumped forward as the belt no longer secured you.

"I've got you," Jake didn't know if you could hear him but he needed to believe you could. It made him feel less lonely.

Jake’s body was trembling uncontrollably, his teeth beginning to chatter as his breaths became forced and sharp. Despite all that, he managed to pull you toward him, guiding your legs up from the leg room and praying to whoever heard him that you weren’t in too much pain. To his horror, he didn’t feel your body heat. Your skin was ice cold - it must’ve been normal under these circumstances. Jake refused to believe there was any other explanation.

In the poor lighting the car offered, Jake could see that his breath was foggy. However, it was more than just alarming when he realized you weren’t breathing at all. Your eyelashes rested against your bloody cheeks and you looked like you were sleeping. Why weren’t you breathing?!

“Amor,” Jake hoped to catch your attention, that somehow you would reply to him and open those pretty eyes of yours. Oh what he would give to see you looking back at him.

Jake needed to drag you out of there and get you the help you needed. That’s exactly what he was going to do. If doctors couldn’t help you then Khonshu had to. If not, Jake would make that old bird regret it for the rest of his goddamn days.

When he didn’t get a response from you and you looked like that, so tranquil and relaxed as death crept around the corner, the entire world around him shattered. There was no way he’d give up on you this easily but Jake had seen enough bodies in his lifetime to see the striking resemblance.

“No, no, no,” Jake had never felt this way before. This hopeless and terrified, like a child in a room full of corpses. It was like hell had frozen over. Everything about this situation was obscure and so fucking unfair. This was not how it would end! Not like this… Jake couldn’t let that happen. You had so much to live for, so many things yet to see and do. He would give his life if it meant you got to keep yours.

If Marc and Steven had been co-conscious and speaking all this time, Jake didn’t notice until now. He was holding you as Steven’s voice broke the silence, carrying above the sound of water filling the space nearly to the brim. At the very same time, the lights gave out, abandoning you all in a void. That made the bone-reaching coldness all the more brutal as it was overwhelmingly the only thing Jake could really feel. Adrenaline was coursing through his body but even that couldn’t block out the chilling temperature.

“Jake, you’ve got to get us out of here! Now!” Steven was frightened, feeling the panic growing stronger by the second. His sense of survival was stronger and so he urged Jake to do something - anything that would ensure you’d live to see another day.

“Ya lo sé!” Jake wasn’t angry, at least not with Steven. He was just frustrated because of the pressure he was under. He knew he had to get out of there and having his alter freaking out too wasn’t really helping.

“Oh my god, why isn’t she breathing? Jake?! Jake…”

Marc couldn’t even speak. There were no words that did justice to how he felt as memories of his past flooded him and merged with the present. He had caught a glimpse of you slack and boneless in Jake’s arms as water surrounded you all the way up to your shoulders, rising up and up.

  Steven’s voice faded into the background as Jake got into action. It’s like he spaced out and worked on autopilot. He had one mission and that was to get you out of there alive. Nothing else mattered.

How cruel was it that fate threatened to put you through the same torture as it had put Randall through? At that very moment, Marc was convinced his existence was cursed.

Jake needed to stop ‘fate’ before it was too late. It better not dare take you now. This was not your time! 

He pulled you as close to him as he possibly could, making sure his grip was secure because he knew that the moment you’d plunge out of the car, he couldn’t risk losing you. Not when it was so dark. Not when you weren’t even breathing on your own! One wrong move and he feared he’d lose you forever. That was simply not an option.

With one last, deep breath, Jake pushed your face into his suit as if to shield your face from the water and then he kicked as hard as he could. It took a couple of tries but eventually, he kicked off the entire door, which disappeared into the shadows instantly. The air bubble was lost as water surged into the car, rushing in so fast it forced Jake to hold onto you even tighter. Finally, he made it out of the car, using his powers to move up instead of sinking to the bottom like the car did. It was probably going to stay down there for a while.

The only way to tell which was up was by blowing out air and following the direction of the bubbles. In the pitch-darkness, he relied on his other senses, feeling the bubbles moving up his face. Jake felt disorientated and dizzy, but he trusted his senses as he surged through the water and hoped it was toward the surface.

Then, at last, he began to see something again. Distant lights were guiding him in the right direction. Street lamps and city lights from far, far away. Jake reached the surface of the water and immediately sucked in another deep breath, relieved as his lungs expanded with air instead of water. As he breathed in and out a few times, he tasted mud and blood on his tongue.

He soared above the surface with you limp in his arms. The cape was drenched, weighing heavy on Jake’s shoulders. It was the first thing to reach the ground, instantly followed by his boots. As he felt secure on the ground, Jake examined his surroundings through narrowed eyes, not daring to let go of you until he knew it was safe. The shore consisted mainly of countless of rocks and dirt. There was a steep hill that lead up to the road. Right now, that offered you some shelter. Jake couldn’t see any of the cars that had been chasing you. They must’ve assumed you wouldn’t make it out of there alive.

As much as Jake wanted to go and find them, anger boiling in his veins as he thought about what they had done, he stayed put. Vengeance could wait. You couldn’t. He lowered you on your back ever so carefully and knelt by your side, the black and white cape pooling around you two. Jake made sure your head was positioned in a way that wouldn't cause further damage to the gnarly wound. Under the faint, blue glow of the moon, Jake made out your relaxed expression. That scared him beyond comprehension.

Not only that, the dress you wore did little to hide the damage the crash had caused. Cuts and bruises were scattered across your body but seeing your legs out of the water for the first time really showed how bad it was. It didn’t take a doctor to know something was broken. Jake saw the bright, red blood that gushed out of a deep wound on your thigh. After all this time, it was still pumping out blood at an alarming rate.

He cursed as he ripped his cape, not giving a damn what Khonshu thought of it as he used the material to stop the bleeding. Not that it mattered anyway, as the material reappeared out of thin air. Jake secured it around your leg as tightly as he could, hating that he had to use this kind of force on you although he knew it was for the best. If he didn’t stop the bleeding, you’d bleed out. That was much worse.

As he was done with stopping the bleeding, Jake parted his quivering lips as if to say something but nothing came out. Jake brushed your wet hair to the side, gently caressing your face in doing so and then he tried to feel your breath with the back of his hand.

Still nothing.

It only took a moment and he had pulled your head back gently to open your airways as his hands pressed together above your heart. Then without hesitating, he started to push down in a steady rhythm. Everyone always said to give chest compressions in the rhythm of a few certain songs but when the moment arrived, that was the last thing one could think about. Jake relied on Steven's help to merely count the compressions. The black and white fabric vanished from around his head so it wasn’t in the way.

An unfamiliar sting blurred Jake's vision as he tried to resuscitate you. The longer he knelt by your side, pushing your ribcage down in a way that felt way too rough, the more he dreaded the outcome. Why were you still not breathing?! He bent down to meet your lips, pinching your nose shut as he tried his best to breathe air into your lungs as steady as he possibly could. It was difficult to think that only moments before he had kissed your lips, not knowing it could’ve potentially been the very last time.

Jake pulled back, shoved his dark thoughts away and used all his strength to focus on the compressions. This was repeated again. Again. And again...

"Por favor!" Jake cried out like never before, begging for you to be okay. You had to be okay!

Truth be told, Jake began to lose focus. He never lost focus on missions. This was different. When he was faced with the chance of losing you, it shook him right to the core. The very foundation he had built with you, the safety net of knowing you were there was now threatening to slip through his fingers. Dread was making Jake feel sick to his stomach. Nothing he was doing seemed to help and that was the single most haunting realization of his life.

Jake had failed to protect you.

"Abre los ojos, mi amor. Por favor," he pleaded with raw desperation in his voice. Had Jake's enemies seen him now, they would've thought he was a man possessed. His brows furrowed in a sorrowful manner, deep brown eyes filling with tears. Jake Lockley was crying for you. His tough and cool demeanour was nowhere to be seen. How could he possibly keep a grip on himself in a moment like this? Even Jake was just a man who loved with his entire heart.

"Breathe for me. Just breathe." That’s all he asked for. He was sorry but he didn’t ask for forgiveness. Only for you to breathe.

“Lo siento mucho,” numerous apologizes slipped past his quivering lips. Could you even hear him? Did you know how sorry he was for this? 

Then it happened. Seemingly out of the blue, your eyes opened as a coughing fit forced you to turn to the side. Jake pulled his hands back from your chest and looked at you in shock. Although, as he heard the struggle in your breath, he instantly rushed to your aid. Jake rubbed your back and encouraged you to let it all out and then fill up those lungs. The coughing fit came to a halt and you were taking in deep and shaky breaths. They revealed that you were in pain but god was it a relief to know you were alive.

It was a miracle if Jake had ever seen one.

Whatever hope and joy he had felt for only a moment was quickly wiped away when he heard the pain in your voice.

“Jake!” You sobbed his name, hands trying to reach your thigh where the shooting pain came from but he stopped you. Tears welled up in your eyes instantly. Everything hurt in a way you had never felt before. You wanted it to stop.

“You’re okay. You’ll be fine, I promise,” Jake gave you his word but that was hard to believe when you writhed on the rocks in pure agony. His words went in one ear and out the other. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t find comfort in them. Not when it felt like every cell in your body had been torn apart.

“It hurts!” Those two words absolutely shattered Jake’s heart.

“I know. I’m so sorry,” Jake didn’t know what else to say. Words couldn’t heal you magically, could they? So what was the point? Knowing that you were in any kind of pain was just awful, truly awful. He wished he had the ability to take it all away in the blink of an eye. Somehow, he needed to take you to the nearest hospital but he was terrified of touching you and hurting you furthermore.

In a state of panic, you tried to sit up so you could see what was causing you so much pain, but moving your body was almost impossible. When you tried lift your head from the ground, a sharp sting in your neck forced you to stop. Flashes of what happened came to you, reminding you of the car chase. Where were the others now? Had Jake dealt with them? Or were they out there, waiting for an opportunity to strike again?

“What h-happened?” You wondered as hot tears rolled down your face. God it was cold. You didn’t notice until now how badly you were shivering. Even Jake was cold, his hands not warming up yours like they used to. Even in the state of shock you were in, you realized you were both soaking wet.

Jake didn’t know what to say or do. He just wanted to get you somewhere safe where people could help you. But how? The car was in the bottom on the sea and he had no idea if it was safe to move you. Did you have whiplash? Inner bleedings? Would lifting you make it worse? How could he call for help when you didn’t have phones and the nearest house was probably miles away.

A gush of wind went right to Jake’s bones, making him shiver because of how cold it was but it also revealed that Khonshu was standing right behind him. He didn’t even have to look to know the god was looming over his shoulder. If not to help then Jake didn’t care. He had no patience for Khonshu’s games now.

“I suggest you get up. You’ve got company,” Khonshu warned Jake in a calm and collected way. The god’s words changed Jake’s demeanour. The people who had put you through so much already came back and it was the worst mistake those people had ever made. The spiraling panic and fear were wiped to the side as Jake nodded, acknowledging Khonshu’s warning.

There was no way in hell he would let them hurt you again.

As Jake heard an engine roaring nearby, coming closer and closer, he knew he had to protect you no matter what the cost. He looked down at you, silently apologizing for what he had to do. Even when he did it to make sure you were safe, he felt incredibly guilty for having to leave your side. Just a second was enough to make him feel rotten deep down to the core.

“Everything will be alright,” Jake bent down to your face level, looking you right in the eye as he spoke, “I promise.”

You heard the car as well which filled your every vein with terror. So you hadn’t managed to escape from them after all.

“Be careful,” You could hardly get the two words past your bloodied lips. You knew he was going to face them, there was no doubt about it. You had to trust he would come back for you.

He placed the softest kiss on your forehead, refusing to speak of the thoughts that tormented him. A kiss would have to do. It would have to express how sorry he was. It had to express his promise that he’d come back to you. That soon you wouldn’t feel all that pain anymore.

Then he got up, summoned the hood and the mask so he was fully suited and he got up the hill before the bad guys could come down and find you. If they did, Jake had zero doubt they would aim for you instead of him.

When Jake saw a familiar car parked on the other side of the road, he saw red.

The driver looked scared out of his mind when he faced Jake in his ceremonial armor, much darker than Marc’s, much more intimidating than Steven’s. His cape was now flowing in the wind and his eyes were glowing, glaring daggers into the man’s head. Jake looked furious even when the dark fabric covered his face. Rage was radiating off of him and the driver must’ve realized his mistake; coming after you again.

The driver pointed his gun at Jake and pulled the trigger. Twice. Three times. Then he stopped because the bullets seemed to do nothing to Jake. He kept walking toward the car with only one goal in mind - to defeat the enemy.

“Stop!” The terrified man yelled, trying to intimidate Jake Lockley. He needed a lot of luck if he wanted to succeed in that.

“Don’t come closer!”

Jake noticed another man in the passenger seat. He was already dead, presumably from the bullets that flew their way during the car chase. The driver would join his friend soon. Wherever they went to after this life.

As Jake reached the man, he tried to open the car door and use that to push Jake. Worth a shot, but Jake saw it coming so he slammed the door shut and trapped the man inside. The window was already rolled down so it made it easy for Jake to reach into the car and wrap his hand around the man’s neck. There wasn’t a single part of Jake that felt bad for crushing that man’s windpipe. There were worse things he could do but he didn’t have time. Oh if it was up to Jake, he’d rip his fucking spine out of his back. This was merciful when compared to what Jake would’ve done if you weren’t currently bleeding out on the rocks.

In a last, desperate attempt to come out of this alive, the man pointed the damn gun at Jake’s head. In just a split second, Jake used his other hand to grab the barrel of the gun. His grip was so tight that the solid metal barrel bent under his touch, forcing the bullet to get stuck somewhere in there. Now it was rendered useless and Jake didn’t hesitate to throw it out on the road, smashing it into bits and pieces in doing so.

“No debiste ni mirarla,” Jake made sure that the last thing this poor excuse of a man ever did was regret coming after you. He would have to die realizing the cost of that one mistake.

The man let out a silent scream or plea - it didn’t matter. His nails dug into Jake’s suit, trying to claw his way free from the deadly grip but to no avail. In fact, it just made Jake squeeze harder, pushing the man’s head into the seat because of the sheer force he was using.

As Jake stood there with his arm inside the vehicle, he looked around the empty road and deep into the dark woods. The silence was ominous. The loneliness a reminder of the fact no one was going to help you. Clouds swirled around the moon in the ever darkening sky. It was the only witness to this man’s early demise.

No one else had been stupid enough to follow you there.

                      Seeing you in that hospital bed was the worst thing Jake had ever seen in his entire life.

Hooked up to all these machines with needles and tubes sticking into you to the point he could hardly see your beautiful face. Instead of hearing the soft sounds of your relaced breaths, he was forced to listen to the beeping of a heart monitor and the low buzz of all the other machines that did things Jake didn’t even know about. That repeating beep was tantalizing. 

But it was also a sign that you were alright. In a way, the worst sight he had ever seen was also a relief. You had gotten the help you needed and were now on the path of getting better. There was no place he’d rather be with you now than this hospital, surrounded by skilled experts who could rush in without wasting any time if you needed help.

Getting to the hospital felt like such a distant memory now. Jake had thrown the bodies out of the car and used it to get you from the middle of nowhere to the nearest hospital. Despite the fact that driving was the reason you had gotten hurt in the first place, Jake drove again without hesitation. What were the odds of getting into another accident right after the first one, right?

He barely remembered what he had said when you reached the building. Nurses and guards had swarmed you, taking you away from Jake because they knew you needed urgent care. Letting them roll you away from him had been difficult to do. Jake was so scared someone would try to hurt you again. Trusting strangers with your life, even when they dedicated their lives in helping others, was incredibly difficult. By the time he realized the security guards were refusing him to follow you any further, Jake stopped. 

You were getting the help you needed. There was nothing more he could do. Knowing that your fate was out of his control was scary. Jake had to trust these people to give you the care you needed and deserved. He didn’t trust easily.

Jake learned that they were performing emergency surgery on you when a doctor had walked up to him and asked all sorts of questions. The police had arrived too. Everything had been a bloody mess, as Steven would’ve said.

Hours later, it was all over. The questioning, the nauseating feeling of having to wait for you to get out of surgery. Just to hear that everything went well. Jake needed to know you’d make a full recovery. It took some convincing to do but finally, he was by your side in a hospital room and Jake wasn’t going anywhere.

What if more of those guys decided to find you? What if they found out where you were staying? Would they kill you if Jake left you alone for even a moment?

That was a risk he refused to take. He would rather sit on the uncomfortable plastic chair by your bedside and hold your hand all night long. Was it night or was it morning? Jake had no clue. 

“Mate,” Steven’s careful voice snapped Jake out of the bubble of thoughts he had been in. He raised his gaze from your sleeping face to meet Steven’s in the reflection in the small mirror on the wall right above the sink. He looked worried sick. Worried about you and Jake.

“What?” Jake was beyond exhausted. His eyelids were heavy and he didn’t feel like talking to anyone right now. He had done enough talking with doctors and police who had the audacity to suspect that Jake had hurt you. The fucking nerve of some people.

“You should go home-”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Jake didn’t even let Steven finish that sentence. By shooting another glance at the mirror, Jake realized Marc was still not there. Great. Just great.

“Look at yourself!” Steven put his foot down, trying so hard to look after everyone. “You’re covered in blood and dirt. Do you think that she’ll be relieved to wake up to that?”

Jake clenched his jaw and ignored his alter. He hated to admit that Steven had a point. Then again, he didn’t want to leave your side. Not even when he had dry blood on his face and hair and he could smell it on his torn up shirt. His dark locks were disheveled. 

The nurses and doctors who walked in to check on you from time to time must’ve thought Jake looked terrifying. One of the nurses had even offered him a chance to shower at the hospital, seemingly out of pity but Jake had refused. She even let him know when the hospital cafe opened if he needed anything from there.

“She’ll be fine, Jake. She has all the help she needs right here. Just go home, take care of yourself and come back after.”

A shower sounded nice, it really did. Also food wouldn’t hurt. It felt like forever ago when you and Jake had eaten the fast food on your date. It had only been less than a day but had someone told Jake weeks had passed, he would’ve almost believed them.

“I can’t,” Jake sighed eventually, his shoulders slumping down as he leaned against your hospital bed. He studied your face and brought his still trembling fingers to your cheek, ever so carefully caressing your soft skin just below the tubing of the nasal cannula. Were you dreaming? If so, Jake hoped you had the sweetest dreams. Perhaps the medication caused you to dream of nothing at all. Maybe it was for the best. He knew you needed the rest.

Steven didn’t want to leave your side either, no. But he also knew that Jake wasn’t able to help you when he was in that state. A shower and some food, maybe even a nap would do wonders. Besides, Steven knew you’d be safe here. The hospital security had definitely noticed that something odd was going on here. They had been patrolling the corridor ever since you had been wheeled into the room after surgery. If anyone tried to come visit you that wasn’t Jake or family, they would be stopped.

Steven fronted now, sensing that Jake just didn’t have it in him to fight. Part of Jake wanted to let someone else front, to give up control for a while. So when Steven was in control, he wasn’t really surprised that Jake didn’t even argue with him. It was better this way.

“Oh, love,” Steven felt a pang in his chest as he felt everything so much more vividly. The smell of the hand sanitizer that was a distinct smell all over the hospital. He could feel the exhaustion in his body, feel how the thin hospital blanket felt like against his skin. Despite Khonshu’s healing, it felt like Steven had gone through hell. If he felt this way, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what you were going through. Steven was afraid to touch you but he fought that fear as he placed his hand above yours. It didn’t take long for him to feel the tears in the corners of his eyes.

How could anyone in their right mind ever wish to hurt you? Steven couldn’t understand that. He just couldn’t.

“I’ll be right back, yeah?” Steven tried to smile. He pressed a feather-light kiss on the roof of your hand, relieved when he realized your skin was warm. That alone was a good sign.

“I’ll bring you something from the flat. I promise it won’t take long,” Steven gave you his word as he stood up, taking in the sight of you resting in a hospital bed. That one would haunt his nightmares and memories for a long time.

But he had to go. Steven knew you would stay here for a while so he already planned on bringing you things that would make you feel closer to home. Should he bring a book so he could read to you? Perhaps your own clothes would make you feel more comfortable than the ones provided by the hospital. Surely no one would mind if he brought your favourite movies. It’s not like the hospital TV had Netflix on it. He’d figure something out.

                                        Steven had been right. Jake was too stubborn to tell him though. He felt much better in clean clothes and without blood all over him. Some of it had been your blood, which only made it worse. He had even packed a bag full of clothes and other things he figured you would need on your stay.

Just as promised, you were alright when they came back. Steven hadn’t taken a nap at the flat because he too wanted to waste no time. There was a need to take care of you and that need told him to make sure you wouldn’t wake up alone. Steven had just made it back to the plastic chair. The moment he sat down and knew you were okay, he fell asleep right by your side, his hand never letting go of yours.

Jake was fronting when you woke up. His eyes snapped open as he watched you take in your surroundings. The relief on your face when you saw him was visible. Seeing him made you feel safe.

It was obvious you were in a hospital although you didn’t remember getting there. Not that it mattered. You felt an odd sense of joy when you realized Jake was holding your hand. Perhaps you just felt odd in general. You swore your vision was hazy, almost dream like. Focusing on something was near impossible. There was something on your face that felt uncomfortable and you tried to pull it off. Jake grabbed your other wrist ever so carefully to stop you.

“I can’t let you do that, amor. It helps you breathe,” He explained and then let go of you, knowing you wouldn’t try that again.

“...you…mkay?” You mumbled tiredly, frustrated as your body didn’t co-operate with your mind. Moving your lips when they felt numb was strange. Just finding your voice proved to be hard. Must’ve been the morphine. All you wanted was to know Jake was alright.

Jake knew what you were trying to ask and it made his heart tighten in his chest. After everything you had been through you worried about him. Jake felt undeserving of your pure love and concern. If it wasn’t for him and the entire ordeal with Khonshu, you wouldn’t be hospitalized in the first place!

“I’m okay,” He let you know.

That made you smile droopily, your lips curving slightly more to the left side than the right. At least the drugs were working.

“I’m gonna go get a doc, alright?”

You squeezed Jake’s hand weakly before he could get up. Just for a moment longer, you wanted to be like this. You knew that when the doctor would walk in, reality would crash over you. Honestly, it was terrifying. You didn’t want to hear the awful news they most certainly had nor were you interested in knowing how long you had to be there. For just a brief moment longer, you wanted to be with Jake and tell yourself everything was perfectly fine. Granted, the dull ache in your body told another story.

“Not yet,” You muttered, tilting your head to the side and forcing your body to relax against the stacked pillows. Fear and anxiety were beginning to torment you, whispering terrible things to the part of your brain that wondered what would happen next. That brought tears to your eyes without you even realizing it.

“Okay,” Jake wasn’t going to argue with you. He suspected there was a reason for this request. “I’m not going anywhere yet.”

After he confirmed that, you nodded as if to let the words sink in. In a moment of clarity, you looked down your body that was covered in blankets. You tried to move your legs cautiously, remembering the pain from before. When you felt how restricted your movements were, Jake closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. He knew something you didn’t. His reaction caused your anxiety to spike.

If something was wrong with you, you wanted to hear it from him instead of a doctor who didn’t know you or care about you. Not personally, at least.

“Baby,” You swallowed the lump in your throat, “how bad is it?”

Of course, you asked that. Jake would’ve been a fool if he believed you wouldn’t. This was your life and your body you were talking about.

“They said you’ll make a full recovery,” Jake started with that, failing to meet your eye as he continued, “but it will take some time.”

“And the…the people who did this?” That question didn’t need any clarification.

“They won’t bother you ever again,” Jake hadn’t taken all of them out but he would stop at nothing to make sure vengeance was delivered upon each and every one of them. 

“I promise.”

“Okay,” You believed him. That didn’t make it hurt any less. Without even seeing most of your body and with strong medications concealing the true amount of pain you were in, you knew it was going to be a long time before this could be put in the past.

That made you feel defeated in so many ways. 

Would they stick by your side through it all? Or would this scare all of them away from you forever? 

Jake saw the tears rolling down your face, glistening in the corners of your eyes as you held your breath in order to keep your sobs and whimpers to yourself. He had never seen such a miserable expression on your face and neither did he want to. If someone had a time machine, he would steal it if that would undo what had already happened. Jake would do anything to make sure you’d never have to feel this way.

“Oh, mi amor,” he didn’t hesitate to move from the chair to the edge of the hospital bed, being incredibly cautious as to avoid hurting you as he wrapped you in his arms. When Jake pulled you close to his chest and you felt his tender embrace, it was impossible to keep the cries at bay any longer.

Jake swayed from side to side ever so softly as you clung onto his shirt and let it all out in violent sobs. At the worst of it, you couldn’t even bring yourself to speak. Jake was quiet too, knowing that no words could fix this. He offered to hold you in his loving arms as you let the pain out.

Eventually, your cries calmed down but neither of you let go of each other. Jake felt your chest rising as you took in shaky breaths, working so hard just to steady them. You wondered if he knew that his cologne was calming you down. It was constant, something that reminded you of good things. It reminded you of home. You wanted nothing more than to go home but you knew you couldn’t. Not like this.

As Jake held you, his eyes peered out through the blinds. The window gave him a view of the hospital parking lot. Cars were driving in and out, struggling to find a parking spot and others struggling to navigate their way through the concrete mess. Somewhere out there, near or far in the distance, were the rest of the people who stood behind this. Living their lives and going on about their days with far less damage. Perhaps they were trying to come up with a new master plan to catch Khonshu’s avatar. To destroy him by hurting the one thing they truly loved.

Jake was heartbroken but if anyone saw his expression, they would see a man full of rage. He shot death glares out the window, only thinking about what he’d do once he found them. It wouldn’t be pretty. He wouldn’t have to go after them alone, no. Steven and Marc would be there too.

A/N: Should I write a part 2? If you enjoyed it pls let me know. The next part would be more focused on hurt/comfort and recovery. Maybe even smut, who knows 👀

#Jake Lockley fanfiction #Jake Lockley x you #Jake Lockley x Reader #Jake Lockley x Y/N #Jake Lockley/You #Jake Lockley/reader #Jake Lockley x fem!Reader #Jake Lockley angst #angst #whump #Moon Knight fanfiction #Moon Knight x fem!Reader #MK system x reader

[yup-thats-me]

— more than best friends • bill denbrough

pairing: Bill Denbrough x reader

movie/series: IT (2017)

summary: your suppressed feeling for Bill finally gets surfaced

warning: cheesy teen romance, this is bad tbh, feelings, language (I mean it's IT), a bit angst, negative self image. Also not everything goes as per the movie.

note: don't hate. I take criticism not hatred. If you don't like it, KEEP. IT. TO. YOURSELF.

DON'T COPY/STEAL. NOT COOL

"You sure they got the right stuff to fix you up?" Beverly asked Ben with a sly smile.

You watched Bill staring at her. Looking as if she's the only girl he's ever seen. As if, she meant the world.

Whereas he was yours.

"Hey, y/n," she greeted. "Hi, Bev."

Richie seemed confused as to why you were talking to her. "You know her?" He questioned stupidly.

"We have history together you dimwit," you replied annoyed.

You noticed Beverly has cut her hair, now she looked more beautiful than you, you thought. You stood no chance with Bill your mind told you, breaking your heart to millions of pieces.

However, you were not the only one who noticed Bev's hair.

"Your h-h-hair. It looks b-beautiful", Bill noticed too and seemed quite fascinated with it judging by the look in his eyes.

Beverly muttered a small thanks and they both stood there awkwardly. No one making a sound. It was making you want to gag with the looks they sent eachother.

"We're going to the qu-quarry tomorrow. You can come too." Bill offered with the same smitten smile.

You huffed. It was a ritual only for the losers to jump from the cliff at the Quarry. You did that every year and just the five of you.

It's not that you didn't liked Bev. But having a crush on Bill with Bill having something with Beverly made you jealous. You wanted to be the one Bill stared at with those loving eyes. But seeing them two standing next to each other, it was pretty clear who he wanted. And it was most certainly not you.

"You dipshits stay here or do whatever the fuck you want, I'll go home. It's getting late anyway. Fuck you all!"

The losers stared at you as you rode away. They knew something was up you've never acted this way before. Bill knew something was wrong. You sounded annoyed to him. He needed to find you and had to talk to you. You meant more to him than anything else. If you were sad, he wanted to make you smile. If you were angry, he needed to know why.

"Come if you can, B-ev. I have to g-go," he told Beverly and the gang collectively, he too picked up his bike and rode after you.

"When will they get together already. It's getting kinda annoying honestly," Richie sighed the others humming in agreement.

"Wait, what?" Beverly asked confused.

"Oh Bill's got a crush on y/n. Everyone except y/n knows it." Stan answered on behalf of everyone. Beverly nodded walking away.

Bill found you sitting by the lake. The place you always go to when you need to be alone. He slowly parked his bike and progressed towards you.

"Why you here?" You asked bitterly knowing it was Bill. He always found no matter wherever you were.

"What? A-m I not a-a-allowed to check on m-my best f-friend?" He said, sitting down beside you, looking over the lake.

Best friend. How you hated the word. "Shouldn't you be hanging out with Bev in your room or something? I don't know man. I don't seem to be important enough anyway." You muttered with your head low.

He sighed. Both of you knew he didn't allow anyone in his room other than you. "Okay I-I know some-thing, something's wrong. What is it, y-y/n?"

You finally looked up at him from your lap. Eyes red with tears

"I can't pretend anymore Bill! I-I love you, and and I hate myself for it. I know you like or much rather love Beverly. She's so beautiful and perfect. It's impossible to not love her," you paused taking a breath. "I'm tired of being best friends! I want to be more than that to you, Bill but it's pretty sure it's not going to happen!"

Bill sat without a word processing what he heard. Everything was so silent the only sounds are of your quite sobs.

"What d-do you think I l-like Beverly?" He questioned back.

"What?"

"I asked, Why do y-y-you think I like h-her?"

You breathed in softly. "Well, there's the way you look at her in school and now too. As if she means everything to you.".

"It's b-been you, Y/n. It's always been you s-s-since the fourth gr-grade. It's been four y-years and still you've been th-the one," Bill was now turned to you, holding your face in his hands. "I feared you'll n-never like me t-t-that way s-so I thought it was best fo-for me to just m-move on. But, you've always b-b-been the one to have m-my heart," his thumbs wiped the still falling tears from your eyes.

He touched your forehead with yours, staying that way for several minutes on the quietness. "Can i-i kiss y-you?" He whispered softly.

"Yes, please."

His hands held your face so tenderly as if you'd break any moment. The kiss was slow, your lips moving in sync with his. You pulled away, bright red blush covering your cheeks.

He seemed rather surprised when you pulled away. "Woah th-that was b-better than the pl-play," he chuckled, making you laugh.

"W-Will you be my g-girlfriend?" He asked with hopeful eyes.

You nodded your head quickly. "Yes!"

He pulled you in by the waist to kiss you again.

"You guys do know we can see you two right?" Richie shouted from across the road.

"Shut up, Richie!" You and Bill both shouted back in unison, smiling at the gang.

#bill denbrough #bill denbrough x reader #bill x reader #it x reader #it chapter one #jaeden martell #jaeden lieberher #beverly marsh #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #stanly uris #bill denbrough x you #it imagine

[poopwons]

Thinking about Artist!Jean being just the SWEETEST boyfriend when his girl isn’t feeling herself. 😭😭

Modern Au, Fluff, fem reader, No use of y/n, this is purely self indulgent, and my first ever fic I’m actually posting, sorry if it’s bad writing 💀

TW: anxious thoughts, insecurities, reader doesn’t feel good enough, I think that’s all??

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You come into the apartment in a huff, putting your things down and going to the fridge to get some water.

“Hey,” Jean starts, as he walks into the kitchen from his studio down the hall, before he stops and takes in your expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Just had a bad day,” you say, not really wanting to go into all of it, all your insecurities and the anxiety you’ve dealt with throughout today.

None of your clothes fit the way you wanted them to, making you feel like nothing you put on looked even remotely good. You were sporting an acne break out from stress? Hormones? Who fucking knows, but it’s annoying. The fact that in every window you walked by today, you saw your reflection and just felt…not pretty enough. And you do all of the things your therapist recommends when you’re feeling low like this, you’ve been working out, eating right, trying to drink more water. Not to mention the affirmations you had scribbled on your mirror in the bathroom. But some days, the irrational side of your brain wins out. Today you could not see past any of the things you don’t like about yourself. You weren’t able to view the whole picture and instead focused on the small flaws. Even going to lunch with your friends was discouraging, watching them all sport smiles and feel confident in themselves. It seemed effortless for them. And nothing ever felt effortless for you. You felt like you had to work so hard to even feel some semblance of the confidence your friends exude daily.

“What happened?” Jean asks, coming around the counter, wrapping his big arms around you pressing a kiss to the top of your head before moving down to your lips. “Do I need to beat somebody up?”

“Not unless you wanna beat up your own girlfriend.”

“Mm. That kind of bad day, huh?” He says softly, tilting your head to look at him before he kisses you again.

Jean knows about your struggles, you’ve been together for a while now, so it would have been impossible for him not to notice. He tries to do the most for you when it gets like this. He knows you can’t help it, that it tends to come in waves. You’ve been stressed at work lately and that usually bleeds into your anxiety.

“Come here, Pretty.” He says, pulling you by your hand to lead you to the couch, sitting you down and getting the blanket off the back to wrap it around you. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He turns to go back to his studio, but not before turning on your usual comfort show for you.

He comes back into the living room and sits down with you, sketchbook and pencil in hand.

“You don’t have to work out here.. I know you have a deadline.” You say softly from your spot on the couch, not wanting to distract him from his work just because you had a bad day.

“I got that piece done already, this is something different. It’s not work, so I’m gonna sit with you. Besides, I haven’t seen you all day.” He says leaning over to press another quick kiss to your lips, before leaning with his back on the arm of the couch, knees up with his sketch book pressed to them.

It’s pretty normal for Jean to draw in his free time when he’s not working on commissions for clients. It’s his chance to work on stuff he actually likes and lets him get more creative without the constraints of a clients wishes. You turn your attention back to the show, finding comfort in this cute little routine you two have. The warmth of his body next to yours while he scribbles on his page, the faint sound of the pencil scratching the paper, when the two of you get time like this everything else in the world kind of drowns out.

While half your brain is still going on and on about the ways you’re not good enough and ways you could improve, you try to focus on the show, trying to ignore all those other thoughts. You laugh at a part you’ve seen probably a hundred times, but you still find it just as funny as the first time. You glance over at Jean who’s smiling down at his paper, his eyes flitting between the tv and the paper. He doesn’t normally show you his free time stuff until it’s finished, so you don’t bother asking him what he’s working on, knowing that you’ll find out eventually.

The two of you sit like that for a couple hours, just enjoying being in each others company, chatting idly about the show and some stuff the two of you have going on over the weekend. After a few more moments, Jean shifts again, sitting closer to you, his sketch book splayed open to the page he was working on as he puts his arm around you. When you finally glance down at it, a look of surprise spreads across your face.

“Is that..me?” You ask softly, taking the book in your hands to examine the drawing further.

Jean simply nods, offering you a small mumble of affirmation with a little grin on his lips. As you look over the paper you see how he’s drawn you, plush lips turned up into a wide grin, you’re laughing. Your eyes are bright and you look..happy, your hair is in beautiful waves, no frizz in sight. There’s another small drawing in the corner of the page, it looks like he’s just drawn your eyes alone, shining and bright. It hits you then that when he lifted his head up from the page earlier, he hadn’t been watching the tv, he’d been looking at you.

Taking the book you look at the front cover and realize that this isn’t his usual sketch book. You flip to the front of the book and go through the pages, as you flip through it you have to fight back the tears that well in your eyes. Every page, is filled with you, sketches, drawings, some with color some without. Some pages are just studies of your features where he was trying to get your smile right, or your eyes. Some of them are full body drawings, and you recognize your own clothes, days when you’d send him selfies of your outfits with a big happy smile.

You look over at him with a soft smile, “what is this?”

He leans over and presses a kiss to your temple. “It’s you, baby. Whenever I’m having an art block or can’t think of what I want to draw, I just..draw you.”

“You drew me so pretty..”

“You are pretty. More than pretty.” He says, leaning into you to press another kiss to your temple, resting his head against yours. “Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I thought about it when you came home and said you felt bad, that I wished you could see yourself the way I do. I thought, maybe I should just show you.”

You continue flipping through the pages, they aren’t all happy drawings. Some of them are clearly from some times when you weren’t feeling your best, but even in the ones where you have a sad expression, or tears in your eyes, he still drew you beautifully. Even when you felt your worst he still thought you were beautiful.

“Thank you…for this.” You say softly, turning towards him to softly kiss his lips, setting the sketchbook down on the table and pulling yourself into his lap to wrap your arms around him.

“Just drawing what I see, nothing else.” He murmurs as he buries his face into your neck, pressing a kiss there before holding you tightly.

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✨I want this man so bad, that is all.✨

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[munson-blurbs]

Kinkmas Day 7 (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), food play (obviously), fingering, oral (m! receiving), p in v, brief mention of Steve's bad childhood

WC: 1.4k

Kinkmas 2022 Masterlist

A/N: Big thanks to @corroded-hellfire and @trashmouth-richie for their advice and input <3

Growing up, decorating gingerbread houses was an annual Christmas Eve tradition among your family members. You’d spend hours carefully adorning them with peppermints and gumdrops, like something from a Norman Rockwell painting. For Steve Harrington, the only constant was that his parents would work late, leaving some money for pizza. If he was lucky, his babysitter would let him stay up late and watch Frosty the Snowman. 

Now that the two of you had moved in together, you were determined to spread some holiday cheer. 

You present the cookie house to him excitedly, extending your arms in a ta-da fashion, but he doesn’t mirror your enthusiasm. 

“So we decorate it just to…eat it?” he asks, furrowing his brows and wrinkling his nose. “Can’t we skip the whole ‘effort’ part and pig out on candy?”

You sigh dejectedly. “Yeah, I guess, if that’s what you wanna do. I just thought it’d be something fun we could work on together.”

The only thing Steve hates more than seeing you upset is being the one to make you feel that way. “‘M sorry, baby,” he relents, pulling you in for a tight hug. “Just not used to all this yuletide cheer stuff.” His plush lips crash against yours, and he only pulls away when he needs to take a breath. “I’ll give it a try.”

Your pout quickly turns into a grin. “You’re gonna love it, Stevie!” you promise, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

Steve begins derailing your plans not even two minutes into his feeble attempt at decorating. He’s got the tube of icing dangling over his mouth, squeezing it on his tongue. “Steve!” you hiss, but you’re laughing so hard you can barely breathe. “You’re gonna waste it all!”

He raises his eyebrows at you and smirks; you can immediately tell he’s up to no good. “You’re so right, babe; I’m being selfish. Here, let me share.” Before you can protest, he smears some icing on your cheek.

“How am I supposed to even reach that?” you whine. You’re stretching your tongue out as far as it can go, to no avail. Steve’s big hand brushes your face, collecting the icing along his middle finger. He starts to bring it to his own mouth, but you grab his wrist and take the thick finger between your lips, sucking off all the icing.

Steve’s jaw drops in shock. “You’re a menace; you know that?”

“What’d I do?” you feign innocence, batting your eyes sweetly. “I thought we were gonna share!”

Icing bag still in hand, Steve pushes you against the wall. You hook your finger into his belt loop, pulling him impossibly closer. His burgeoning erection presses against your thigh, and he lets out a moan at the contact. 

“Something got you excited?” you tease, murmuring into his mouth. You suck harsh bruises into his neck, mentally reminding yourself to have him wear a turtleneck to Christmas dinner tomorrow.

A chill hits your chest suddenly; when you look down, you see a dollop of icing has fallen from the bag and landed between your breasts. “Steve.” Your voice is barely above a whisper as you try to get your boyfriend’s attention. “You spilled some…” 

He swoops down, flattening his tongue to clean off the mess. There’s a mischievous glimmer in his deep brown eyes when he looks up at you. He laces his fingers into yours, dragging you into the bedroom.

“Wait right here,” he instructs, starting back to the kitchen before adding with a wink, “you should take all your clothes off, though.”

You do as he says, stripping off your jeans and panties, then pulling your shirt over your head. You’re unhooking your bra as Steve saunters back in the room holding the icing and all of the candy that should be used on the gingerbread house.

“Lay on your back, sweet thing,” he coos, appreciating his own double entendre. “Tonight, ‘m decorating you.”

Steve straddles your waist, tongue poking out of his mouth as he gets to work. Frosting trails down down the front of your neck, and he can’t help but lick it up greedily. The light touch of his tongue against your larynx has you arching your back and bucking your hips into him. 

“Stay still for me, just like that,” he tells you. “That’s right; that’s my good girl.” He swirls the frosting around your hardened nipples and carefully places a gumdrop on top of each mound of sugar. He bites his lower lip, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You feel the coolness of the frosting on your stomach as he pipes on it delicately. He ruts against your leg, using the plush of your thigh to ease the ache in his throbbing cock. His hands ghost against your hips as he reaches over for some candies, dotting your torso with Sprees and jelly beans.

“Y’know, y’always look good enough to eat,” Steve muses, “but you’re just giving that a whole new meaning tonight, aren’t ya, pretty girl?” He tips the piping bag downwards, squeezing it as he meticulously spells something along your pubic bone. You crane your neck to see, and you smile when you decipher what he’s writing: S-T-E-V-E.

“I like that,” you breathe, “‘m all yours, Stevie.” You relax as he adds some sprinkles to his name. 

His cock twitches in his pants at the sight of his handiwork. “All finished,” he tells you, eyes roaming your body. “But now I’ve gotta clean it up.”

“You might wanna take those off,” you say, pointing to his clothes. “Wouldn’t want you to get dirty while you enjoy your dessert, hmm?”

Steve nods, quickly removing his yellow sweater before dipping down to suck the frosting off of your tits. He flicks his tongue over your pebbled nipples, making you moan deeply. Instinctively, he slips a finger into your wet pussy.

“Feel s-so good for me,” he stammers. He slips another digit inside you and pumps them in and out. “I love this body…I love you.” You mewl when he withdraws them to continue lapping up the sugary sweetness that contours your curves. He pauses, unbuckling his belt and pulling out his length before smearing his name with it.

“Can I…? You prop yourself up on your elbows and motion towards him. He nods, but leans over to the bag of jelly beans, lining them on the frosting that covers his shaft. Twelve in all.

“I want you to get all of them f’me.” His words are slurred; he’s drunk on you. You get on your hands and knees and start to lick each candy off, one at a time, but Steve stops you with a chuckle.

“All at once,” he growls. “I know you can do it.”

Opening your throat, you take him in your mouth. You swipe your tongue from base to tip, feeling your upper lip graze along the jelly beans. The sweetness of the candy mixes with his salty precum, and you groan with pleasure at the taste.

“Baby, baby, baby.” Steve wraps his fingers around his cock as you smugly eat your treat. “I need to be inside you.”

“N-need you, too,” you agree, pressing him onto the mattress. You put one leg on either side of him as you position yourself. He rubs himself along your folds before gently pushing himself inside, grabbing your ass to give you leverage.

He won’t last long with you bouncing on his dick, but he’ll never refuse you being on top. Grinding yourself against him, you feel him hitting your most sensitive spot over and over.

“Steve,” you moan, “gonna cum, help me cum, please.” He grips you tighter, thrusting up into you as you clench around him, your release coating his cock. Steve follows soon after, chanting your name like a prayer as he covers your walls in thick, hot ropes.

You keep him inside you, laying down on his sweat-slicked chest. He kisses the top of your head as the two of you pant short, ragged breaths in unison.

“So, uh,” he says finally, tracing circles on your back with his fingernails, “can that be our Christmas tradition?”

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[alwritey-aphrodite]

one

Chapter 1 of I’ll Be Back Again To Stay

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x single mom!reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: parenthood/kids, if that isn’t your thing

Author’s Note: Santiago is quite literally not even mentioned in this chapter… I had to set it up, ok? He’ll be here, don’t worry

The blaring of your phone wakes you up: it seems like no matter which alarm sound you use, it always yanks you aggressively from your slumber. You can feel a chill, even through all of your blankets, and a glance through your curtain gap shows you snow falling, powdery and fat.

Reluctantly, you get out of bed and start your day. It’s earlier than you’d normally wake up, and you’re especially exhausted with how late you had to stay up packing, and then it was practically impossible for you to fall asleep with your brain running through all of the worst case scenarios.

A glance at your weather app tells you the flurries should be stopping within the hour, and you feel like you can breathe a little easier. The last thing you need right now is getting your flight delayed.

You hurry through your morning routine to pack up the rest of your toiletries, and then move on to packing up your carryon, crossing things off your list as you go. As soon as you feel decently prepared, you go wake up Inez.

In her five years of existence, Inez has never been one to wake up before she’s ready. She’d sleep in till noon if she feels like it, and if you wake her up a minute sooner, you’ll be dealing with a grumpy kindergartener. So, you know the only way she’ll get out of bed and ready to go is if you bribe her.

“C’mon, baby, we can’t be late to see Aunt Sydney.” It’s been at least five minutes, and she still has a death grip on her blankets, her head completely covered.

“She can wait.” You really were raising a stubborn little girl.

Most of the time, she was well behaved, but she always had a little bit of sass. During parent-teacher conferences, Inez’s kindergarten teacher had told you she was “a leader”, which really meant that she wouldn’t let the other kids tell her what to do.

Which was fine by you. All that mattered was that she listened to you and her teachers, and always used her manners. You know for a fact that there are other kids in that class that are far bossier than she is.

Now, though, she’s letting all that stubbornness shine through.

“I’ll let you pick out any donut you want at the airport. And watch movies on my phone.”

“Deal,” she responds, springing out of bed, making a grin bloom on your face.

She didn’t know that was your plan all along. Sometimes, she just needed to feel like she was making the rules, and that’s fine by you.

You help her brush her teeth and pick out her outfit, letting her get dressed while you pack up her toiletries, along with the stuffed animals she’s picked out. She can’t sleep without at least three, and when you left her unsupervised with the luggage last night, she had tried to stuff ten of them inside.

You do one last double check of all of your luggage, before bundling Inez up in her winter jacket. Naturally, she complained about it, so you told her she could take it off once you got to the airport. You already had a lighter jacket for her in your carryon, knowing she’d get cold as soon as you got to security and the suitcases were checked.

Still, she was a little pouty, and understandably so. You woke her up early to bustle her off to some place she’s never been. It’s her first time in an airplane, and she’s a little bit nervous, even though she claims she’s not.

But, surprisingly, the terrifying horse outside of the Denver airport seems to cheer her up.

“Momma! Look at that scary horsie!” Her face is all pressed up against the window, but she still has a giant grin on her face.

While Inez was mostly a pleasant kid, wrangling her and two large suitcases was nothing short of a miracle. Lucky for you, there was no line at the check-in desk, and the worker seemed charmed by all that Inez had to share, even giving her a sticker which she immediately stuck to the front of her t-shirt.

Someone out there must be looking out for you, because there was barely any line at security either. So far, the day has been smooth sailing. You just hope that Inez keeps her good mood and high spirits throughout the flight.

After making it through security, finding a donut for Inez, and figuring out where your gate was, you still had plenty of time before your flight. You shoot Sydney a text that says 30 minutes til boarding! and she quickly responds with a bunch of cheering emojis.

When you look up from your phone, you have to stifle a laugh at Inez, who somehow managed to smear frosting up onto her forehead, in addition to the ring around her mouth.

“Will Santa bring me presents at Auntie Syd’s house?” Inez asks you as you do your best to wipe all of the frosting off her face.

“Of course he will.”

“Good, because otherwise we should stay here.”

Inez absolutely adored Sydney, who had been your best friend all throughout college. She’s had your back through everything, all the ups and downs, she was your entire support system most of your pregnancy. She even lived with you for the first few months of Inez’s life, and the two of them continue to have a strong bond, even now that Syd lives in a different state.

Sydney had to move to North Carolina for work two years ago, and had always come back to spend the holidays with you and Inez, who Sydney lovingly called Squish, a nickname born only shortly after Inez, because she was such a chunky little baby.

This year, though, Syd had invited you and Inez to spend the holidays with her and her now long-term boyfriend, Will. You’d been hesitant at first, terrified of intruding and making what should be a happy time awkward, but Sydney had insisted and Will promised it would be no trouble at all.

You’d only met Will one time before, when he flew out with Sydney for Inez’s birthday back in May. He was a sweet guy and nothing short of a gentleman, indulging Inez in any game she wanted to play. He arm-wrestled with her and let her win every time, played tag and hide-and-go-seek with her, and let her hang off of him like a little spider monkey, all without complaint.

So you agreed to spend the holidays with them, along with a few extra weeks. It really was a win-win scenario: you were able to work from anywhere, and Inez was only in kindergarten, so she can miss more school without it being completely detrimental to her. And you get to spend time with one of your favorite people ever. So really, a win-win-win.

You don’t have a long time to get settled before they’re calling you for boarding, so you juggle Inez and your backpack and the tickets and make your way onto the plane. Everyone seems enthralled by Inez this morning, and you can’t help but smile at her interaction with the flight attendant that’s helping with boarding.

And she gets to add another airline sticker to her t-shirt.

Lucky for you, it’s not a full flight, so you and Inez get a whole row to yourself. She claims the window seat and demands you sit in the middle, so you oblige her, because her peace of mind is more important to you than how physically comfortable you are.

She looks out at the snow covered ground as the plane takes off, and then promptly forgets about the window for the rest of the flight. You’d been worried about her getting bored, so you packed her coloring books and crayons, picture books, even activity sheets you’d printed out.

But, it seems she had no interest in those or the movies you’d downloaded onto your phone for her. Instead, she cuddled up with Blob the Monkey, and then in some impressive contortionist impression, she practically sits herself in your lap and falls asleep with her head on your chest.

You’re glad you decided to throw your book into your carry-on at the last minute, because Inez is down for the count. You manage to reach it without jostling her around too much, and you thank your lucky stars that she doesn’t wake up.

You spend the rest of the flight reading and rubbing small circles onto Inez’s back, trying to keep her asleep for as long as possible. With waking her up early for a big travel day and the next few weeks being full of excitement, you knew she needed every second of sleep she could get.

Three hours later, the plane finally lands, and Inez wakes up from her nap. You’re amazed at the fact that she doesn’t have a single sore spot in her body from the way she was sleeping, and is more energetic than you’ve ever seen her.

You shoot Sydney a text to let her know that you’ve landed, and that you’ll probably be ready for her to pick you up in 45 minutes. You had told her that it would be just as easy to rent a car, but she had insisted on picking you up. You didn’t mind, because it was less work for you, but Sydney was almost always late.

You exit the plane, hanging onto Inez’s hand as tight as possible while you try to maneuver your way to baggage claim, where Sydney promised to meet you. You can tell Inez is getting antsy with the way she pulls against your hand. She’s so excited she’s practically vibrating.

And, to your surprise, Will and Sydney are waiting for you when you enter the baggage claim area. When she notices, Inez slips out of your hold and sprints over to them, right into Sydney’s arms.

While Sydney squeezes Inez as if she’ll never see her again, you pull Will into a hug of your own. You’d only met him the one other time, but he really was a great guy and you were just counting down the days until the two of them got married.

When they came to visit last time, you’d told them, “Better make it quick, Inez is at prime flower girl age.” You’d been joking, but not really.

Sydney was your family, and Will wouldn’t be a terrible addition.

Once Inez is released from Syd’s grip, you’re the one being pulled into a bone-crushing hug. Even though the two of you talk to each other every day, it’s really not the same as seeing each other in person. You’d take her crushing your ribs over not seeing her any day.

“I’m surprised you were here on time,” you say as the four of you make your way over to the baggage carousel, Inez seated on Will’s shoulders.

“That’s because of him,” Sydney responds, “I was going to keep you waiting.”

“Well, thank god for Will.” That earns you a chuckle from the man in question, who hauls Inez off his shoulders to pull your suitcases from the carousel, despite your insistence that you could do it. You really didn’t mind, you just didn’t want Will to feel like he had to help you.

But, from what Sydney told you, he likes to feel needed, to feel helpful, and if that means he hauls your heavy suitcases and carries around your daughter, you really don’t mind.

There’s a definite chill when you finally step outside to make your way to Sydney’s car, but it’s nowhere near as bad as back home, where it’s been regularly below freezing since Thanksgiving. Here, you definitely need a jacket, but it’s not so cold that you feel like you’ll get frostbite the second you step outside.

The drive back to Sydney’s house is relatively short, but still long enough for Inez to sing along to the holiday songs playing on the radio. You haven’t been to her house since you helped her move in two years ago, but it looks just as cozy as you remember it.

It’s two stories, and painted a deep navy on the outside, with a red door that Inez had demanded was included, to match your door back home. Syd, of course, indulged her.

When you enter, bags and Inez in tow, you take in all of the changes Sydney and Will have made since you last visited. It looks different, but it still feels like home.

And, the picture of you and Sydney with newborn Inez is still in the spot of honor on her mantle. If she sees you tear up when you spot it, she doesn’t mention it.

The holidays are always a highly emotional time, both for positive and negative feelings. And spending them alone, or practically alone, only amplifies that. So, you’re eternally grateful to Sydney and Will for inviting you to stay with them.

Logically, you know you aren’t an imposition, and that Syd has been itching to spend more time with you and Inez, but it still feels like they’ve made some sort of huge sacrifice in including you.

Really, it wasn’t as if you had any crazy holiday plans. Christmas Eve was going to be spent with Sydney while Will visits with his buddies, and then Christmas Day has you and Inez relaxing on your own when Syd and Will spend the day with his family.

So really, no sacrifices are being made, except of their guest bedroom.

Since they only have the one room with the one bed, you’re sharing with Inez, which wouldn’t be an issue if she wasn’t a sleep-kicker. You’ve ended up punched in the face more times than you can count.

After a simple lunch, you spend the rest of the afternoon unpacking and settling in, actually putting your clothes away in the closet and dresser, something you wouldn’t have done if you weren’t at your best friend's house and if you weren’t staying for almost a month.

The hours pass by with you and Sydney catching up, making up for all of the times that texting or FaceTime just weren’t enough. Inez and Will have more arm-wrestling matches than you can count. Honestly, you’re amazed at how well he interacts with her, possessing a patience you don’t often see outside of parents.

Following your quick dinner of delivery pizza, Inez is bathed and put to bed early to make up for the time difference and the early start to her day. And, luckily, she practically passes out as soon as her head hits the pillow, barely staying awake for the entirety of her bedtime story.

Now, you find yourself settled on the couch, wrapped in a cocoon of fuzzy blankets and warm lamp light, the cheesy Hallmark movie playing quietly on the TV only adding to the cozy atmosphere.

“So… we have something to ask you,” Sydney starts, breaking the almost silence that had naturally settled over the living room.

“Yes, I will be your maid of honor.” Your comment earns you an eye roll from Syd and a swift but gentle kick to your outstretched leg from Will. You can’t help but to fall into a fit of laughter.

There’s nothing you love more than teasing your best friend.

“Haha, you’re hilarious.” Syd deadpans before continuing, “No, we wanted to talk to you about Christmas.”

“What about it?”

Sydney shifts to sit up, swinging her legs off the couch to turn her body towards you. Will hunches forward, leaning his elbows on his knees and his chin in her hands. Their body language screams we know you won’t like this.

“So, every year, Will and his buddies and his little brother all do this casual Christmas Eve thing, and Frankie’s daughter’s almost the same age as Inez, and we just thought-“

“Syd, slow down,” you cut her off, sitting up from your relaxed position on the couch, “you really aren’t making a lot of sense.”

“Maybe we all go? I think you’d love ‘em, they’re great, really.”

“I’m sure they’re amazing, but I’ve never met them. Wouldn’t it be weird to spend a holiday with a group of guys I’ve never met before?” While it’s not unusual for Sydney to have some out of the box ideas, you truly weren’t expecting whatever this is.

“We could all do something before? And you could get to know them.”

“And if you’re still not comfortable, we won’t push it anymore.” Will, ever the calming presence, adds.

“Fine,” you sigh, even though you aren’t really upset. Sure, you’re a little confused as to why Sydney suddenly thought it was a great idea for you to meet Will’s friends, but you could tell she had some sort of ulterior motive.

Before you call it quits around 10 PM, you spend the rest of your night idly chatting and tuning in and out of the awfully cheesy made-for-TV movie that Will seemed to love. And, as you snuggled up underneath your covers, trying not to wake Inez, you wonder why Syd was so insistent on changing your Christmas Eve plans.

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[cuddlepilefics]

Persistent fever

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Mingi

Caregiver: Yunho

Prompt: @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

It had been almost a week since Mingi had come down with what had originally seemed like a bad cold. His throat feeling scratchy along with the general fatigue was not enough of a reason to keep the rapper from attending his schedule. As time progressed though, Mingi developed a fever and spent most of the nights coughing his lungs out, barely getting any sleep. That was how he soon found himself stuck in his room while the other members were out working. He had set up the humidifier in his room and tried to sleep as much as he could. Yunho had brought him tissues and cough drops, always making sure the younger also had some water on his nightstand before they’d leave for the day. Though Mingi was usually glad to have a room to himself, he did eventually start to feel isolated. The members sure did check in on him when they got home and before they’d leave but they’d sneak in and out if he was asleep, so he rarely ever saw them.

As his temperature tended to fluctuate over the course of the day, Mingi tended to have two or three hours after eating a late breakfast and taking his medicine, that he could actually be up and do stuff. Since none of the members were home, he chatted with them during their breaks and watched dramas while they were busy. Bundled in his blanket, Mingi would sit in the living room, sipping his tea as he glanced at the screen. He could only do that for so long though before his eyes started to water, the thudding in his head growing more intense, making it impossible for the rapper to keep ignoring his symptoms and forcing him to take another nap.

Dinnertime was approaching and knowing his groupmates would be out late, Mingi shuffled to the kitchen to heat up some soup. A shiver ran down his spine and he pulled the blanket around his shoulders tighter as he leant against the cabinets, weakly stirring the pot in front of him. He hated this. Mingi snapped out of his thoughts as his phone started to buzz. Originally, he had silenced it, so he wouldn’t be woken up from a nap but feeling lonely, he was desperate to wake up for any call from his friends. “Hey, how’re you holding up?”, Yunho greeted not sure whether he should be happy about his friend being awake or not. Clearing his throat, Mingi replied quietly: “I’m okay, just heating up some soup for dinner.” – “That’s good, should also be time for another dose of medicine”, the older smiled, “What have you been up to today? Were you able to get a decent amount of sleep?” – “I-I think I slept enough”, the rapper sniffled, lifting the corner of his blanket to rub his nose, “Not in one go but I took lots of naps. Watched TV too till the screen irritated my eyes.”

Though it was clear that Mingi still wasn’t feeling well, Yunho was relieved to see some improvement. For a day or two, the younger hadn’t even been able to watch TV, too sick to do anything really. “How’s your day going, hyung?”, Mingi rasped, lowering the phone, so he could muffle a cough into his blanket. When Yunho was confident his friend could hear him again, he commented: “That still doesn’t sound good. Work’s alright today and I’m glad we won’t be getting home all that late. Might see you in a few hours.” If Mingi was still awake by the time he came to check on him but Yunho didn’t want to say that out loud, afraid the younger would try to stay awake for him. “Hyung, can you- can you wake me in case I’m asleep when you get back?”, the rapper asked hesitantly. Sure, he knew he needed rest but he was tired of being alone all the time, wanting to talk to his friend face to face for a bit before both of them went to sleep. Yunho hesitated but realized this was better than Mingi staying up late, so he sighed: “Yeah, I can do that. Under one condition that is. You need to promise me you’ll at least try to get some more sleep before we get home.” The younger was quick to agree, though disappointed that Yunho had to end the call as his break was over.

Mingi sat on the couch, legs pulled close to his body as he felt his skin prick with goosebumps. He could tell his fever was rising by the way he felt progressively colder. Good thing he’d take medicine once he had finished his soup. Sadly, the warm meal didn’t help Mingi feel any warmer but placing the bowl into the sink, he decided he could take a warm shower before going to bed. He quickly rinsed down his medicine before shuffling to Yunho’s room to steal one of his hyung’s hoodies. Once he had compiled a cozy looking outfit, Mingi stepped into the bathroom. Shuddering as the cold air hit his skin, he undressed and hurried to get in the shower, so the water could keep him from freezing. The sudden warmth made his skin tingle but as the minutes passed, he felt more and more comfortable. Mingi braced one hand against the shower wall as he coughed, the steam loosening the congestion in his chest. Though his nose started to run, it didn’t take long for him to breathe a little easier.

Washing off the sweat had done a great job at making Mingi feel more like himself. Already drowsy, he dried himself off and made sure his hair was dried completely before he made his way to his room. Once Mingi had curled up in his bed, he was out like a light in minutes.

The dorm was completely quiet when the group returned, which wasn’t very surprising. Yunho was glad his friend stuck to their agreement and was resting but everything in him screamed to let the younger sleep. He knew he couldn’t do that though, so he quietly slipped into Mingi’s room, smiling at how peaceful the other was sleeping. The past few days, Mingi had always been tangled in his sheets from the restless tossing and turning in his sleep, so seeing he was actually getting a good rest, Yunho bit his lip. He couldn’t wake the other now. Not when he was sleeping so well. He knew Mingi would be upset if he didn’t though, so the older hesitantly reached out his hand and brushed the backs of his fingers against his friend’s forehead. ‘Still feverish’, Yunho realized with a wince. He smiled softly when Mingi’s eyes fluttered open, glossy with fever. “H-Hyung”, the rapper yawned, stretching his sore shoulders for a moment. Yunho hummed: “Yeah, we’re back and I’m glad you actually slept even though I don’t know how long.”

They chatted for a while and Mingi was happy to have some real face-to-face interaction again, Yunho passing up his turn showering to be with his friend instead. Once all the members had showered though, the dancer whispered: “I should probably take a shower now but if you want, I’ll come back afterwards and sit with you for a bit.” He knew Mingi was probably feeling lonely but didn’t want to address it. His worry was confirmed when the younger’s eyes turned sad as he gave a nod. “I won’t be long”, Yunho promised, hurrying to his room to grab some clothes.

Mingi didn’t want to be alone though and now that he knew his entire group was at the dorm, he quickly threw off his blanket. Getting to his feet, he was hit by a dizzy spell and had to steady himself against the wall for a moment before wandering out into the hallway. He heard laughter from the room Yeosang, Wooyoung and Jongho shared, already knowing where he’d go. Before Mingi got there though, Seonghwa ran into him. Though both of them startled, the oldest was quick to steady Mingi by the shoulders, afraid he’d knock him over. “It’s good to see you up”, Seonghwa smiled, brushing his dongsaeng’s hair out of his face to feel his forehead, “That’s fever’s really not budging, huh?” Mingi shook his head, clearing his throat. With his voice even huskier from not using it in a while, he rasped: “Not really, took some medicine but it only helps for a short time.” He gave a scratchy cough after that, frustrated with his body. “Aw, that sucks”, Seonghwa hummed sympathetically, “Were you at least able to rest with that cough?” Mingi nodded, admitting quietly: “I was mainly really bored while the medicine worked and when it didn’t, I slept. It sounds like they’re playing video games, so I thought I’d go bother them for a bit before going back to sleep.” He glanced towards his fellow maknaes’ room, making Seonghwa laugh.

After lightly tapping the door, Mingi slipped into the room and pouted at San, who had made himself at home on Wooyoung’s bed. With two members already sitting there, Mingi decided that Jongho would be the next best target, afraid he wasn’t close enough with Yeosang to bother him. The youngest shot Mingi a smile when the rapper plopped down next to him. “Long time no see”, Wooyoung teased, earning a scolding from Yeosang. Lowering his controller, San hummed: “He’s not wrong. How’re you feeling?” – “Mainly, I’m bored”, Mingi pouted, leaning into Jongho’s side. The younger in turn reached up to feel his forehead, commenting: “Bored and still feverish. Shouldn’t you be in bed, hyung?” – “I am in bed”, the rapper pointed out making San and Wooyoung laugh. “Sleeping, I mean”, Jongho specified, rolling his eyes. Pulling his legs up to his chest, Mingi huffed: “What do you think I’ve been doing?” A shiver ran down his spine and he scooted a little closer to his dongsaeng. ‘As long as he’s still bickering he can’t be feeling that bad’, Yeosang chuckled, grabbing a fluffy blanket from the foot of his bed and throwing it at Mingi.

A few minutes after Mingi had gotten comfortable next to Jongho, the door opened and Seonghwa slipped into the room. He placed a steaming cup of tea onto Jongho’s nightstand before telling the boys goodnight and heading to bed. Closing his eyes, Mingi rested his head on Jongho’s shoulder, too tired to look at the TV, just glad not to be alone. Though the youngest was not that happy about the rapper sniffling right next to his ear, he didn’t comment on it. Yunho would most likely come and drag Mingi back to his own room anyway. It was kind of cute though that Mingi sought out their company while he wasn’t feeling his best as they would’ve expected him to withdraw completely, wanting to be alone.

“You should drink your tea before Yunho-hyung comes looking for you”, Jongho whispered, amused by how protective the dancer got when it came to Mingi. Knowing the maknae was right, Mingi accepted the cup and slowly sipped his tea, a tired smile on his lips now that he was surrounded by his group again. It only took five more minutes for the door to creak open, Yunho frowning: “You know where Mingi went?” – “No idea”, Wooyoung muttered, the others cracking up. “Here”, Mingi yawned, lowering his cup. Rolling his eyes, the older scolded: “I really didn’t take long, so what are you doing here?” – “Drinking tea, being comfy, annoying our maknae, I dunno, pick one”, the rapper shrugged. Leaning against the door frame, Yunho sighed: “Seriously?” When he got no reply, he announced: “In that case, I’ll be heading to bed now. Good night, guys.” – “Nooo, hyung, wait!”, Mingi pleaded, “You promised you’d hang out with me after taking a shower.” – “Well, seems I’ve been replaced”, the older shrugged, turning his back. Barely able to get up fast enough, Mingi rushed after him, making the others laugh. “Come on, let’s go cuddle”, Yunho chuckled, wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulders as he guided him back to his room. Pouting at the dancer, Minhi whispered: “You know I could never replace you, hyung.”

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[supernaturalfic]

Baby’s Day at the Beach

I created this blog account for 1 reason only: posting a Supernatural fic I wrote two years ago. I only just found it again on my laptop. I don't want to post it on main, I have never posted a fanfic before.

This is a oneshot featuring a female protagonist, Dean, Sam and a little bit of Castiel. Oh, and Baby of course.

Trigger warnings: err... light swearing, partial nudity... That's it, I think.

It's fluffy, written in a you-POV, and it's about a female hunter who lives with Sam and Dean in the bunker. Almost 3K words.

I hope I didn't leave any essential information out. I'm 35 (which is really old in Tumblr-years) and not familiar with fanfiction etiquette, sorry.

Anyway, enjoy!

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You softly sighed as the wind blew through your hair. It would get tangled and almost impossible to comb out, but right now, you didn’t care. The first weeks of Summer had been unbearably hot, so you simply enjoyed the feeling of the cool ocean breeze on your skin as you sped along the coast highway with hardrock music blasting through Baby’s radio. 

You weren’t exactly a fan of Van Halen, but there wasn’t much choice in Dean’s car. Most of the cassette tapes didn’t even have anything written on them, so who knows what would come out. You were already incredibly happy that by some miracle, Dean had accepted to lend you his car to spend the day at the beach. That man was too attached to his car, and you had often heard him compare her to a beautiful woman. Weirdo.

You smiled as you recalled how he had given Baby a pat on the motor cap whilst looking at you menacingly. ‘Crash her, and you’ll live to regret it’, he had growled. 

You switched the lever of the right turn signal and deserted the highway. The sun already felt very warm on your skin and it was only 10 AM. You were very much looking forward to spending a day at the beach. Lazing in the sun, reading a book, swimming in the ocean, maybe even eating an icecream or two. As a monster hunter, days like these didn’t come along very often. This day was all about relaxing and having some well-deserved you-time. 

You turned left and reached the big parking lot by the beach. You slowed down and let out a curse. ‘Darn it’, you muttered under your breath. It seemed like everyone had had the same idea. Cars everywhere. You circled around for fifteen minutes, but there wasn’t a single parking space left. With a sigh, you left the parking lot and drove to the nearest coastal village. It was more than a mile away, so you’d have to walk quite a bit to reach the beach, but so be it. You were determined not to let this minor inconvenience ruin your day off.

*****

You took off your sunglasses to admire the magnificent sunset. The beach was almost deserted now, most people had gone home an hour ago, probably to avoid traffic, but this had ironically caused a major traffic jam on the highway. You didn’t mind driving in the dark, so you had stayed a little longer. The day had been an utter success. You hadn’t felt this calm and relaxed since… Actually, you didn’t think you had ever felt this calm and relaxed. 

As you watched the sun’s last fading light dim and slowly disappear behind the horizon, you stood up from your beach blanket, shook it out, and started gathering your stuff. You had even bought gifts for the boys as a thank-you for letting you borrow their car: cherry pie for Dean, and a funny English-to-French dictionary with only curse words and rude words for Sam, that you had found in a quaint little bookshop. You picked up your bag and started walking the long way back to the parking area you had found in the nearby village. 

About halfway, you suddenly realized you were still only clad in your bikini. Even at this late hour, it was so warm that you hadn’t even noticed. You opened your bag and rummaged through it, trying to find the T-shirt and shorts you had worn over your bikini this morning. You couldn’t find them. You quickly understood that you must have left them on the beach. If you had come in your own car (not that you had one), you wouldn’t have bothered. But with Baby… you didn’t want to get any residual sand or seawater from your bikini on Dean’s precious seats.

You turned around and walked all the way back. Shoot, your feet started to hurt. You shouldn’t have left your sneakers in the car this morning, those beach slippers were not meant for long walks. 

Back at the beach, you searched around for a while, but your clothes were nowhere to be seen. Great. Someone must have taken them by accident, or maybe even by design. You scanned the coastline to see if any beach shops were still open. Not a chance, there were no more lights to be seen. You shrugged and started to walk back to the village. If Baby’s seats got stained, you would personally pay for the dry cleaner’s and Dean would just have to deal with it. 

After what seemed like an eternity (you were tired after all), you finally reached the village and the parking spot. Which was empty. 

You looked around, confused. Wasn’t this where you had parked Baby? There were no other cars to be seen. Were you at the wrong parking lot? You checked Google Maps on your phone. Nope, this was the right place, you had saved the coordinates on your app. Sweat broke out on your forehead. If this was the right spot, then where the heck was Baby?

You looked around some more, even went into the neighboring streets, searching for the Impala ’67. ‘No no no’, you started to whisper, panic taking over. You were worried before about Dean’s reaction if you stained his car. How would he react if you had lost it?

You walked around some more, wrung your hands, tried to breathe evenly, looked for Baby everywhere… But you couldn’t deny it any longer. Baby was gone. Someone had stolen Dean’s precious car. And it had happened under your watch, and now you had to tell Dean.

Ten minutes later, you had finally gathered enough courage to call the Winchester boys. Your fellow hunters. You lived together in the bunker, you hunted together, you were the best of friends. Surely… surely Dean wouldn’t be too mad? Just at the last moment, you chickened out and decided not to call Dean, but to call Sam instead. You dialed his number. 

‘Hey, what’s up?’, Sam asked with that ever-friendly tone of his.

You swallowed. ‘Hi Sam, it’s me. I have bad news. I err… I sort of lost Baby’. Silence. ‘Sam?’, you tried again. ‘Yes, I’m here’, Sam said. ‘Did you just say you lost Baby?’

Suddenly, in the background, you heard Dean’s voice. 

‘WHAT?!’

‘Listen’, you continued, ‘I didn’t do it on purpose, okay? I had to park her really far away because the beach was crowded, and now she’s gone. I think someone must have stolen her. I mean, an Impala ’67 isn’t exactly a discreet car, and…’

Your nervous rambling got interrupted by a beep on your phone. You took it away from your ear and looked at the screen. 

‘Shoot, Sam, I have to go. I’m running out of battery, and I still need to call a taxi to get home’, you said urgently. 

‘Wait…’, you heard Sam say, but your phone beeped again so you quickly hung up with a shuddering breath.

*****

You looked out the window of your taxi cab into the dark night. You were almost home. Luckily your battery hadn’t run out before you were able to call a taxi. You weren’t sure if Sam and Dean would have called one for you if you hadn’t shown up. You were pretty sure Dean wished you dead right now. Or at least cold and alone. You hoped he would go easy on you when he saw you had to take a taxi in nothing but a bikini. You’d had your share of embarrassment today.

The car stopped about a mile from the bunker, since you never wanted anyone to come too close to its hidden place. You thanked the driver, paid him, and saw him leave, a big grin on his face as he eyed you over one last time. At least it would make a great story for him to tell to his friends. I once picked up a chick at midnight wearing nothing but a red bikini and flip-flops…

You started to walk the last mile home, your feet weary, but your heart even wearier as you thought about your impending doom aka Dean loves-his-car-more-than-humans Winchester. 

After a few minutes, you suddenly saw a tall figure looming in the dark. You quickly put your hand in your bag, searching for the demon knife you always carried with you. But you relaxed as the figure called out your name and you recognized the voice. ‘Sam?’, you yelled back. 

Sam came running toward you. 

‘Hey, are you alright?’, he asked. You smiled despite your foul mood. He was always so considerate.

‘Yes, I’m fine. Tired and very scared about what Dean’ll do to me’, but fine’, you replied. ‘How did you know I would be here at this exact time?’

‘I didn’t’, Sam said. ‘It was guesswork. I figured out which beach you had probably gone to, how long it would take a taxi to get there, and how long it would take to drive you back. I’ve been waiting here for fifteen minutes. I didn’t like the thought of you walking through these woods by yourself, in the dark.’ 

He suddenly stopped, finally taking you in. If it hadn’t been too dark to see, you could’ve sworn he blushed a little.

‘Umm… are you wearing a bikini?’, he asked. 

You were too tired to explain. ‘Yes’, you simply said. ‘I lost my clothes too.’

Sam seemed to struggle between hilarity and pity. ‘Come on’, he said while putting an arm around your shoulder, ‘let’s get you safe inside.’

*****

As soon as you set foot in the bunker, Dean jumped out of his seat at the wooden table and came running towards you. 

‘Please tell me that you drove back in Baby’, he said, his voice gruff with emotion. ‘Please tell me you found her.’

You simply shook your head.

Dean’s hand flew up and he ran it over his face. ‘This can’t be happening’, he said. 

He let out a strangled sound, somewhere between a moan and a grunt. He bent over, putting his head between his knees. His breathing became shallower, labored. ‘This can’t be happening’, he repeated. 

He was full-on hyperventilating now. Sam shot into action, took his brother by the arm and gently pushed him backwards. Dean staggered a little but let himself be guided onto the nearest chair. 

‘Dean, calm down’, Sam said with a frown.

‘Calm down?’ Dean’s head shot up. ‘CALM DOWN?! SAMMY, SHE LOST BABY!!’

Your own breathing became shallow. Oh boy, here it comes, you thought. Dean turned his head towards you, his eyes almost as red as Crowley’s on a bad day. 

‘HOW COULD YOU HAVE LET THIS HAPPEN?’, he shouted at you. You could only stand there and look down at your feet. ‘We’ve had her all our lives. I lend her to you once, and you lose her. Didn’t you lock her?’

‘Of course I locked her, Dean’, you said, anger now rising in your stomach. ‘Someone probably just broke the window to steal her! She’s such an old car, she doesn’t even have an alarm system.’

‘SOMEBODY BROKE THE WINDOW OF MY BABY??’, Dean shouted.

‘I SAID PROBABLY’, you shouted back. 

Sam held up both his hands. ‘Okay, guys, time-out. Take a breath’, he said in his soothing voice. This instantly calmed you down, but didn’t seem to have the same effect on Dean. 

‘BABYYYY’, he sobbed, placing his arms on the table and dramatically lowering his head between them.

Right at that moment, Castiel appeared out of nowhere in the bunker. When he saw Dean sobbing on the table, he cocked an eyebrow. 

‘Dean?’, he questioned. 

Dean lifted his head and looked at Castiel through teary eyes. ‘My Baby’s gone’, he managed to croak before letting his head fall down again.

The angel looked utterly confused. 

‘I didn’t know you had a baby’, he said in his deep voice. 

‘No, Cas, he’s talking about the car’, Sam chuckled. 

‘Oh.’ 

Castiel looked a little lost. You were suddenly hit by the absurdity of the situation. There you were, clad in a bikini, standing next to an angel in a trench coat and a flannel-wearing hunter even though it was at least 82 degrees, while Dean was going through the 4th stage of grief. 

Before you could stop yourself, a small laugh escaped your lips. 

Three heads immediately turned your way. Oops.

‘You think this is funny?’, Dean said hoarsely. ‘You see, Missy, this may just be a car to you’, he said, pointing a finger at you, ‘but to me, she’s everything. And if you…’ He suddenly stopped and looked her over. ‘Are you wearing a bikini?’

Sam cleared his throat, and Castiel fixed his eyes on you. You felt very self-aware. 

Dean’s eyes shone with a familiar glint, despite himself. He was obviously still mad at you, and incredibly depressed, but this was an incorrigible ladies’ man. For a second, his instincts took over as he let his green eyes slide over you and his upper lip curled upwards almost imperceptibly in an appreciative smirk. But just as soon as it had come, the moment was over, and he narrowed his eyes again. 

You tentatively took a step in his direction. 

‘Dean, I’m really, really sorry’, you said. ‘I didn’t mean for this to happen, and I swear that I was careful. It was just bad luck. I will do anything to make it up to you.’

Dean lowered his shoulders and relaxed a little. Suddenly, the little smirk was back. ‘Anything?’, he teased.

You could almost hear Sam roll his eyes next to you. ‘There he is’, Sam sighed. ‘Welcome back, Dean. Glad you’ve finally calmed down.’ ‘Hey, Sammy, I will never calm down about this’, Dean said heatedly. ‘But I do know that it’s not your fault’, he added with a gesture towards you. 

You sighed in relief. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Castiel was still staring at what you were wearing. You shifted a little uneasily. ‘I’m err… going to change’, you said, and you quickly hurried to your room, leaving the three amigos behind.

*****

The next morning, you happily sipped your tea in the kitchen, laughing at Sam’s jokes. You were in a far better mood today. Sam was flipping through the pages of the silly dictionary you bought him, trying to pronounce various French insults. And you were just having breakfast at the kitchen table. You could hardly wait for Dean to wake up and tell him the good news!

As if summoned, Dean stumbled into the kitchen, wearing the black T-shirt he wore last night and nothing but boxers underneath. You tried not to stare. He touched his forehead with his hand and groaned. 

‘Urrrr, I should never have drunk that last couple of beers last night’, he complained. 

‘Yeah, I never saw you drink that much before’, Sam scoffed. 

‘Hey, I was grieving, all right?’, Dean replied. Then, he groaned even louder when he remembered the reason he had been grieving. ‘I’ll never forget you, Baby’, he declared theatrically while placing a hand over his heart and looking up at the sky.

‘Why are you looking up?’, Sam asked. ‘Baby has been stolen, she’s not in some sort of car heaven!’

‘Shut up’, Dean said gruffly. He walked over to the kitchen counter and started pouring some juice into a glass. 

He suddenly put down the glass with a bang. ‘Is that pie?’ he asked hopefully. 

You laughed. ‘Yes, and it’s all for you. I bought it yesterday at the beach.’

Dean dug in without another word and moaned blissfully. ‘You’re a doll’, he told you, his mouth full of pie. 

You smirked. Now was the perfect time to tell him, you decided. 

‘By the way, Dean, the County called. Baby’s in the Tow Park over at the beach. We can go and get her this afternoon.’

Dean choked on his pie, wheezed and started coughing his lungs out. Sam looked at you with big, bright eyes. Some pie blew out of Dean’s nose and onto the floor. You laughed uncontrollably.

‘For real?’ Dean shouted when he finally stopped coughing. 

You nodded with a big smile on your face. ‘Yeah. It turns out Baby wasn’t stolen. I parked her in a spot that was reserved for local residents only’, you added with a feeling of shame. ‘I hadn’t noticed. They had her towed. The fee to get her back is 109 dollars. Which I will entirely pay out of my own pocket, of course. It’s my fault. I’m very sorry.’

Dean just beamed at you, forgetting all about his hangover, his beautiful smile as big as a child’s at Christmas. 

He took three steps, lowered himself behind your chair and gave you a big, warm hug from behind. He planted a kiss on your cheek and said: ‘It’s okay, all’s forgiven.’

Sam laughed and you patted Dean’s arm. 

Dean stood up again, all smiles and with a glint in his eyes. 

‘I’m never lending you my car again, though’, he added with a grin. ‘So, who wants to go to the beach today?’

THE END.

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[masterwords]

rest

Summary: A virus sweeps through the Morgan-Hotchner household.

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: illness, snot, fevers, meds...but soft and fluffy.

Notes: This is fluff. Just some sickfic fluff set in the Chicago semi-retirement years. How each member of the household deals with it when they get the cold that's going around. All because I wanted to write about Hotch and Clooney, old men napping together. Clooney is the goodest boy and ageless, really. I've had this in my WIP folder forever and it's one of those not getting any better or any more of a plot scenario so...I cleaned it up and now I give it to you. Making room for some new WIPs!

** The Chicago Times Masterlist **

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The first sneeze of the season was always a benchmark.

In Spring, it let them know the pollen was on the move and that the trees were calling to the bees to do their thing. Derek would pull out the Claritin first, choosing not to even mess with the itchy eyes one moment. Hotch, on the other hand, would wait. His system was already inundated by pills of varying shapes and sizes, medications that ranged from benign to downright sinister, so a stuffy nose and some dry itchy eyes were not the end of the world.

Virginia hadn't ever treated him too badly, but he was convinced that Chicago meant him harm. Still, he persisted with a handkerchief stuffed into his pocket and saline drops for his dry eyes. He could wear his glasses now without fear of ridicule...it was almost expected of a man in his position. They may have clashed with his suit and tie, but they were the perfect accessory for his sweaters and khakis.

So, the first sneeze of Spring didn't worry him much.

The first sneeze of Autumn, however, set off the alarm bells. It was almost always Jack first with Derek hot on his heels. Hotch and Hank were sitting ducks, waiting for whatever germs the two of them brought home to fully culture inside their walls.

“Already?” Hotch asked, watching Derek rummage through the medicine cabinet for that damn box of DayQuil he knew was in there. “It's awfully early in the school year for this.”

“Tell that to my students. Jackson was puking in the trash can at football practice last night, Burkhardt was spitting loogies all over the damn field and where the fuck is my DayQuil?”

Hotch didn't even look up from the stack of papers he was grading. “Top shelf, right. Behind the contact solution.” His classes didn't start until 11, he really didn't even need to be up yet. Derek, on the other hand, should have been out the door a half hour ago and was certainly going to be late.

“It's not there.”

Hotch hummed. “Check under the sink, maybe you need to open a new package.”

Sick days were a menace at best. Everyone was grouchy, not a kind word in sight. Jack trudged around the house with kleenex shoved up his nose like walrus tusks and insisted on staying home while simultaneously refusing to actually rest. A nap was out of the question, which was a cause for more than one argument when Hotch demanded to know why he wouldn't nap when he was sick but he was nearly impossible to get out of bed in the mornings. Tensions ran high. To top it all off, his kleenex never quite seemed to make it to a trash can and Hotch found himself walking around picking up wads of the stuff from every surface of the whole house, scarcely wanting to imagine the state of the kid's room. That task he made Jack deal with on his own. He had his limits.

Derek was terrible at being sick. The minute he had a sniffle, he was grouchy. Angry at his body's betrayal. “Why do I workout so much, huh? Drinkin' those nasty green smoothies every damn day and for what? Huh?” Punctuate that with a cough or a sneeze and he was a mess. Hotch would only find it in him to smile, to press the back of his hand to Derek's fevered forehead and tell him to sleep it off.

“You always fight it off faster when you sleep,” Hotch said, guiding him toward the bed. “Take the day off.”

“I can't.” Cough, cough, wheeze. “We've got varsity tryouts today. I got some real boneheads thinkin' they're gonna make it and that damn assistant coach they gave me this year is a bleeding heart.” Sneeze. “He'll tell 'em all they got the job just to avoid the talk.”

Hotch had to smile at that. Derek had been complaining about his assistant coach since the summer, but he was a nepotism hire so Hotch understood and there wasn't anything he could do short of taking on twice the work himself so he could save himself the trouble on the back end. Unfortunately that meant going to work sick, pumping himself full of Sudafed and DayQuil at what he deemed to be safe intervals though Hotch had other opinions on the matter.

“Go lie down, I'll make you some tea. At least go in late. Take a half day.”

Thoughtfully, Derek considered the option. He was already late. Tryouts weren't until 4 anyway. “Yeah. Okay. Yeah...good idea.” He slept all day, right on through the tryouts, and didn't have enough energy to be upset about that when he finally did wake. Hotch stuffed him full of tea with honey, vitamins, extra water and a few more kisses right to the top of his head before leaving him to sleep.

He slept on the couch that night, his final attempt to stave off the germs. Clooney slept behind his knees, curled up in a ball there.

It only took a few days before Derek and Jack were on the mend, were carrying around the last of the dry coughs and stuffy sinuses. They would wake up in the morning and hack hack hack, then be fine by the time their showers were over.

Being the newest kid on the block, it only took a few days to take Hank the Tank down entirely. After that, Hotch knew it was only a matter of time before he followed suit. His immune system would fight the longest and crash the hardest. If you looked at most of the scattered pill bottles in their medicine cabinet, you would see plenty that read with simple, off-putting language like do not consume with alcohol, or may cause drowsiness, but then you would stumble on that token few that claimed that they might make it harder to fight off infections. He did a damn good job of not getting them in the first place, at least until now...until Hank. But he couldn't resist the little guy and his weepy eyes and snotty nose, his fevered skin and damp curls. Hank would hold his arms out and beg to be held by Hotch and Hotch alone, and what could he do but say yes and scoop him up? How do you tell a squishy little two-year-old no when all they want is a hug (and to rub their snot all over you)?

“You're toast,” Derek muttered, breezing through the room to try and find his slacks. The nice ones. He had meetings all morning with athletic scouts, setting up dates and times for them to come and check out his players. “You know that right?”

Hotch nodded and pressed his cheek into Hank's curls, closing his eyes. He was well aware that he was absolutely in for it. Didn't stop him from kissing Hank's forehead and humming little songs to him while the kid drooled all over his t-shirt.

Waking at 2am with the chills wasn't exactly out of place, except when he was buried beneath three blankets already. He pushed further beneath the covers and huddled there, basking in Derek's warmth, until he fell back asleep.

Waking at 7am dizzy, unable to focus his eyes...that one was a little more concerning. Swiping one hand over the nightstand, he found his glasses and that helped tremendously with one of the problems. It did nothing to ease the swaying dizzy feeling as he sat himself up, but at least he could see. “Derek?” he asked, pawing at the bed behind him until he touched the lump of blankets that he presumed was his lover. “Derek?”

“Mmmfff...” Derek grumbled, his face deep in a pillow. “Mmf?”

“I need your help, please.”

He'd gotten good at that, recently. Asking for help. One of the stipulations, agreed upon up front, like forging a treaty between warring villages. Derek wouldn't put up with him collapsing, excusing himself to do so, not again. No more avoidable scares. And Derek, to his credit, took every plea for help with alacrity. He never so much as batted an eyelash at it, he would drop everything to come and he always did so with a brightness that made Hotch feel at ease no matter what situation he found himself in.

This morning was no different. The minute he said the word help, Derek was sitting upright rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “What's up baby?”

“I need to use the bathroom,” Hotch started, a little sheepishly. “But I'm too dizzy to stand.”

“Hank the Tank's cooties got you, huh?”

“Looks like it.”

With Hotch settled against his side, hand possessive and firm against his hip, Derek walked them to the bathroom. He nudged Clooney's sleeping form out of the way and flipped on the light. The bathroom was always warmer than the bedroom, a fact that was not lost on Clooney and his old bones. By the time Hotch was leaning against the sink, staring into his pale and drawn features reflected back at him, he wasn't feeling quite so bad. The dizzy feeling had all but passed.

“Thank you,” he whispered, and Derek took that as his cue to leave him to his business. Clooney had taken up residence on the bed in the warmth they'd vacated, he noted with some sourness, when he exited the bathroom. Hotch wouldn't mind. He'd call in sick and spend the day in bed with the dog now that he was the only one sick in the house. Everyone else would leave, let them to their peace and quiet. Two old men who genuinely adored hearing the creaks of a settling foundation over loudly talking voices. The hum of a refrigerator over music. The whistle of wind through their sparsely treed yard over the television. They love their family, but in times like this, quiet was the best medicine. Hotch was willing to ask for help, but he still wanted to be by himself when he didn't feel well.

“You call in?” Derek asked, bringing Hotch tea in bed. Hotch nodded and shifted his hips, trying to get comfortable around the deeply settled ache in his joints. He was radiating heat. Derek had already taken his temperature once, not alarmingly high yet but he'd take it again when he came home from work...or maybe he'd send his mother over to check on him in a few hours. She would have Hank for the day anyway.

“Go to work, I'll be fine.”

Clooney was lying beside him, the length of his back firm against the length of Hotch's side. Pressed in heavy. Hotch let one hand rest on Clooney's chest, against his ribs, delighting in the gentle rise and fall of the sleeping animal's breath.

“Your nurse is sleeping on the job.”

“He does that.” Hotch didn't cough, and he didn't sneeze. The cold settled deep into his sinuses and his chest, but only made everything ache and feel tight. Like he was pulling in on himself and expanding to his limits all at the same time. His skin hurt and his eyebrows hurt and his head hurt. More or less, everything hurt. It made his ears get stuffy, for a few days his hearing would be shot.

But there was no snot, and he considered that a win.

There was a time in his life when he would have pushed through, gone to work, pretended he was okay. He'd moved through one of the worst cases of his life feeling as bad as this once upon a time. He'd come face to face with George Foyet, handed him his glasses and told him that they'd catch The Reaper...he'd hung up on the man in his own hotel room...all with a fever high enough to warrant medical attention, and he'd watched Derek hold up the bullet intended for his head while that fever broke and left him chilled to the bone and hoping no one could tell he was sweating it out. Of course, Derek knew, had confronted him after, a fact that later led to their current ask for help agreement. Well, one of many facts. His life was a list of such occasions, such learning experiences.

You can teach an old dog new tricks, he thought hazily, his eyes heavy and unfocused as Derek kissed him on the forehead and told him he'd see him later. Maybe, maybe not. He intended to sleep well into the next century, the way he felt right then. Tired didn't even begin to cover it, and he dozed off thinking of every word in every language he knew that could account for how tired he was. None came close. Probably, he thought as he lost his battle with conscious thought, there was a phrase in German that would perfectly sum it up. Something about being so tired your bones ached, that would do.

He wouldn't remember that when waking. A pity, too.

Fran delivered chicken soup to him, secret Morgan family recipe that she claimed could kick any virus' patootie, and kept an eye on him while she cleaned up their house. It didn't really need much, they kept things tidy, but they didn't get into all of the cracks and crevices. She could do that to keep herself occupied while she waited for Derek to return home. Hotch and Hank slept soundly, flanking Clooney, all afternoon and well into the evening without stirring. It was Hank that woke first, hungry and weepy. His cold was mostly gone but he was crying a lot more than usual, and exhausted.

Hotch only woke once to sit up, wonder at the fuzzy face of the clock, trying to reason out the numbers that blurred one into the other. Deciding it wasn't of any real importance because he didn't plan to do anything other than roll over, he adjusted himself to the other hip, curled around Clooney, and went back to sleep.

“You have a lovely family,” Fran said, pulling Derek in for a hug before leaving for the night. “I adore each of you very much. But if I get sick...”

“You're sending me the bill. Got it.”

She patted him on the cheek and smiled up at him. “Good boy. I love you dear.”

“Love you too, moms.”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jack hotchner #hank morgan #hotchgan #hotch x morgan #aaron hotchner x derek morgan #sickfic #FLUFF #criminal minds #fanfiction

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hi!! i love your writing and reading all of your izzy/reader stuff has been fab but i'm wondering if we could get a little stede/reader love 👉👈 ?? maybe a little drabble or headcanons about how he would react if the reader spoils *him* just as much as he spoils them??? giving him flowers and making him tea and petting his hair and setting up baths for him etc etc i just think he deserves to be taken care of too your honor ,,

☆ This sweetheart deserves everything. Hope you enjoy it! ☆

Stede x Reader

-> Summary: Several fluff headcanons and scenarios

Tags: GN!Reader, fluff, established relationship, stede x reader, romantic relationship, headcanons, scenarios, Blurb.

-> Triggers: None?

Please!! Tell me if you find any mistakes! [Not proofread]

Brushing his hair

- Once you have started this habit, you are unable to stop doing it

- The soft hums and the way his breathing slows when you pass your fingers through his golden locks...

- He would constantly praise you and your gentle movements

- If you kind any hair knot he'll probably whine a bit but won't ever blame you.

- It's very probable that he'll fall asleep in your arms like a baby

- He'll sometimes let you give him different or special hairstyles. He also comes to you whenever he needs a fancy hairstyle for some special event, brush, wig and hairstyle products already on his arms as he watches you with pleading eyes.

Giving massages

- This man seems so tense he looks just about to break

- But you'll have to drag him to his headquarter's sofa and forcefully sit him to make him stop for a moment.

- The deep sighs and soft moans he gives when you touch all the right places are totally worth it.

- If he's had a stressful day, your massages are as an oasis in the middle of the desert. He swears you are able to erase his worries with them.

- No doubt he's got plenty of massages oils and you will have "massage-days" where both of you take turns to help the other relax.

Brewing tea

- The first time you brew tea for him he feels very flattered that you remember his favourite "recipe", every cube of sugar included.

- Since then, he will gladly share with you different teas and various infusions so you can enjoy them together.

- If your taste buds choose a favourite beverage, he won't doubt in returning the favour and brew it for you whenever he cans, but I hope you don't mind sugary drinks.

Making breakfast

- Waking up to the smell of delicious food being served is like heaven to him, only surpassed by waking up next to your sleepy figure cuddling into him. Honestly, that one's impossible to match.

- If he feels energetic, he'll scoop to the kitchen to see if he isn't too late and still can help.

- Seeing you laughing together with roach as you're covered in flour does make him a tiny tiny bit jealous

- But he probably just stays on the doorframe, smiling to himself as he watches you having a great time, you always telling roach things like "he's going to love this!" or "Add this, it's his favourite!" while the crew's cook, humorous as always, swings around all kinds of fruits and flour.

Bathing (together or not)

- Taking relaxing baths together was his idea!

- Although the bath is quite small for two people, you really have a good time laying on eachother between bubbles and warm water.

- Discovering that you prepared him an aromatic bath after a stressful day will probably bring a few tears to his eyes. Good luck breathing after he squeezes your soul out of you with a hug.

- And if you offer to wash his hair he'll be the happiest man alive, he's always on with anything that involves you playing with his hair.

Sleeping

- Sleeping with Stede is heavenly —sleeps still, snores softly and is like a human pillow, what else could you wish for?—.

- He loves to cuddle when sleeping

- His favourite position is when his head is laying on your chest so you can caress his hair while he hugs you, your legs tangled together. Your heartbeats help him relax and tie him to reality so he doesn't have too many nightmares about his youth.

- The only "imperfection" that you could remark is that he loves to get up early, sometimes because he isn't able to stay still on the bed awake or because he wants to take an eye on the crew.

Chatting

- He loves talking to you about anything in particular.

- Of course, he'll tell you everything about his plans with the crew and his dreams around piracy, his dreams around that world that he admires so much.

- If you are a pirate on the crew, he would love to listen some stories too! This man will never get tired of them so don't worry if you happen to repeat anyone.

- Will ask you for pirate advice about some troubles that he encounters as how to deal with pirates or how to handle a gun —he even asked you once if you could help him get used to rum—.

Reading

- He'll read to you when you're on his room together.

- As he sits on the caramel sofa of his room holding a book on his hands, you dreamily lay stretched out with your head resting on his laps. You've got your eyes closed as you imagine and reproduce the events that Stede narrates, sometimes giggling or gasping when the story's scenarios invite to it.

- Oh, of course, you also have VIP access to the continuation of the stories he reads outloud every night on deck. (Only in exchange for some cuddles and just because it's you.)

- If you like reading he will also recommend and give you books, he has plenty for you to choose, too. If you don't know how to read [I don't know man, I'm just doing my job. Paradoxes are fun] he'll make his goal to teach you, waking you up every morning only to make a tower of books in front of you that he chose as the easiest ones. He then will sit next to you, grab a book from the pile and start helping you read the title and summary of it so you can decide if you are interested on it.

Flower crowns

- He doesn't know how to do a Flower crown but he's open to a sweet teacher that could help him out and teach him. wink wink

- As a child, he always saw little girls wearing the prettiest daisy crowns and he always felt so sad that that was forbidden for him. So when you told him that he could freely wear them and appeared with the most beautiful flower crown on your hands just to set it on his sea of golden locks... You didn't seem aware of the fact that you had just cured his inner child as he hugged you tightly.

- He didnt take it off in the entire day and he felt at he verge of tears everytime that someone of the crew complemented his beautiful ornament.

- Stede loves saving little, special things as reminders of adventures, love, friendship... And your flower crown is no different. He will keep it safe in his room, always at sight.

- Now everytime you arrive land he will bring a basket with him and collect all the pretty flowers he can find, so you can make him a new crown. He will also keep some for himself so he can try returning the gesture and make one for you, too.

Imagine being assaulted by a couple of pirates that wear matching flowery crowns. Terrific!

Flower bouquets

- He'll probably understand the meaning that each flower carries so be careful not to give him some "rude flower" —This cute overthinker will spend the whole day thinking about why did you give him that flower—.

- If you are interested in knowing more about flowers and their meanings for the bourgeoisie he'll gladly sit with you as he shows you different drawings of flowers from his book while he reads outloud and explains everyone to you.

- Stede is a sweetheart and will always have prepared different vases for your flowers, even if it's just one. He hates to see them die.

- He will also gift you bouquets! And if you don't understand their meanings he will explain every flower to you with bright eyes, as he is confessing his deep love to you through colorful flowers.

- But don't get me wrong, it doesn't have to be so intricate always. If you like some kind of flower he will also buy a bunch of them to you and place them in his finest vase with no problem!

#stede x reader #stede x y/n #stede x you #stede #our flag means death stede #you make stede happy #omfd stede #ofmd #ofmd stede #fluff #x male reader #x gn reader #stede x male reader #stede x gn reader #x gnreader #gay #headcanons #scenario #scenarios #our flag means gay #our flag means death #stede bonnet

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Send in the Local Matchmaker | Steddie

Prompt: Leak

Words: 2465

Fandom: Stranger Things

A/N: Late Writer's Month entry again oops. I don’t think I’ve ever written this much for one fandom during Writer’s Month as I have this year. Steve’s been questioning, Mike is repressed, Will wants everyone to be happy, Jonathan’s a good bro, and Dustin already refers to them as his parents. Mentions Jopper and Jancy. Pre-Byler.

Summary: Fixing up Hopper’s old cabin takes a whole traumatized found family and Eddie is eager to help. Steve doesn’t want him to because he’s still healing and they continue to argue throughout the day until Murray arrives and decides to sort them out.

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The repairs to Hopper’s cabin had been headed by Jonathan as they worked to get the necessary materials with what little money they had and cover up the damage that happened last summer. With Hopper back, the weight on his shoulders lessened. He even walked up to Jonathan, patted him firmly on the back and told him he did a good job. It wasn’t any form of a professional repair and there were bound to be times where they’d need to refix things, but it was something.

They hadn’t exactly taken into account the heavy rain that could occur in Hawkins. It had been a while since it rained this much and so soon. The repairs weren’t completely finished and now there was a leak in the roof. They had to place buckets under the leak to catch all the rainwater and planned to wait until morning to fix it.

As soon as the others heard about it, they pitched in to get better supplies and came over to help. The boys, excluding Lucas who was at the hospital with El visiting Max, were with Steve and Jonathan at the local depot, Nancy and Robin having prior obligations at school. The Byers weren’t sure how they were going to sort their own schooling situation out, but at the moment, it was the least of their worries. Vecna had just been defeated, many of them were still recovering both physically and mentally, and the government had been trying to find a way to bluff out of this interdimensional shit show.

“I’d offer you guys to stay at my place, but my parents are trying to sell it,” Steve said, keeping an eye on the boys that were walking ahead.

“Really?” Jonathan frowned. “Where are you going to live?”

If he was being honest, he thought they would have sold the house once Steve graduated. They were rarely home and when they heard that Steve couldn’t get into college, they cut him off from the bank account. For a while, it was amusing to watch Steve Harrington, Hawkins’ rich golden boy, check the price of each item and search for the ones on sale.

“I’m going to stick around Hawkins for a while,” Steve admitted, “Apartments are cheap nowadays.”

“Yeah? I wonder why,” Jonathan said sarcastically.

“I’m surprised that it took hell breaching into town for people to start moving out. With all the mess that the government was doing for all these years, this place could have been cleared out and left as a supposed ghosttown while they carried on with their experiments and stuff.”

“Don’t give them ideas.” Jonathan stopped to grab a couple of tarps, then continued on. “Have you heard from Eddie yet?”

Steve sighed, leaning his forearms on the shopping wagon as he pushed. “His uncle said that he should be able to walk on his own now, but he shouldn’t be doing anything strenuous. Knowing Eddie… that’s near impossible. He can’t even walk into the room without making a dramatic entrance. Oh, and he never listens to directions!”

Although he sounded annoyed, there was a fond smile and a far off look on his face. Back in high school, those two didn’t even give each other the time of day, but as the monster hunting group, and especially Jonathan, knows, that shared trauma can really bring people together. It also helped that they practically co-parent Dustin whenever his mom was busy. According to the kid, his mom had been able to work more hours because of Steve and Eddie. 

Dustin was glad that his two favorite people were finally getting along, but Will was the one to point out that there was something more going on between them. Hearing Steve talk about Eddie now, even for a brief moment, Jonathan started to see what his brother meant.

“Sounds like you two are close now,” Jonathan said.

Steve shrugged. “I mean, yeah. We’re friends now. About time, too, honestly. I… I haven’t been the best guy in high school –”

“Really? Haven’t noticed.”

“Okay, Byers, enough of that.” Steve smacked his arm as Jonathan chuckled. “Anyways… There's a lot of stuff I regret that I hope I’m making up for it. Like, Robin is my best friend now, but she’s one of those band geeks, right? Old douche Steve wouldn’t have even looked at her. Eddie was known as the, you know…”

“Freak?” Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I know. Freaks are allowed to call each other freaks.”

Steve nodded, internally wincing as he thought back to when he used to bully Jonathan and insulted him and his family. They’re cool now, but Steve couldn’t even forgive himself for doing that. 

“Eddie’s a lot different than I thought he was,” Steve said softly, having that far-off expression again. “A pretty good dude.”

When they got back to the cabin, Steve saw a familiar van parked outside. The owner of the van paced around on the front porch until he heard the cars approaching. Steve got out of his car first, heading straight for Eddie using big strides like he was on a mission. Eddie had the decency to look sheepish as he waved at him. Steve stopped in front of him, using his mom pose with his hands on his hips.

“Oh, man,” Dustin muttered, climbing out of Steve’s car. He came over and leaned on Jonathan’s, joining the peanut gallery as they watched Steve scolding Eddie.

“Shouldn’t Eddie be resting?” Will asked, gesturing over to the two men as his brows furrowed in worry.

“Exactly. You know how stubborn Eddie is,” Dustin said.

“Steve is also stubborn,” Mike added, “He’s not going to let Eddie do anything besides hold a small piece of wood. Jesus, they’re going to be so annoying.”

“I think their banter is funny,” Will said with a shrug.

“It is, but it also feels like watching my parents flirt,” Dustin said, scrunching his nose.

“But they’re two men, Dustin,” Mike said sternly. 

He just barely noticed Will stiffening next to him, but the quick glare that Jonathan sent him felt like a sniper bullet to his head, then it was gone as the older boy climbed out of the car. He opened the backseat and Will followed his brother to the trunk to take out some of the supplies.

“I wanna help, man,” Eddie pleaded, “I can’t just stay indoors. I’m gonna go mad!”

“And get your stitches ripped open? I don’t think so!”

“Eddie can help sort out the materials and pass us things we need,” Jonathan interjected, pushing through them to get to the door. Eddie flew a hand out towards Jonathan as if saying ‘See!’.

“Hi, Eddie!” Will said shyly, giving him a small wave.

“Hi, little Byers,” Eddie greeted, pushing Steve aside to wrap an arm around Will’s shoulder, leaning down to whisper to him. “I planned out a new campaign. I’ll tell you about it if you can convince Stevie here that I could help.”

Will looked between the two and smirked. “I’m sure if you give him the puppy eyes, he’ll cave in,” he whispered back before heading in.

Eddie smiled, spinning around to face Steve who was still scowling at him. “Oh, come on, big boy,” Eddie said, standing merely inches from him, his eyes grew impossibly wider. He could already see Steve’s resolve crumbling. “Let me feel useful. I promise I won’t carry anything heavy, or climb on the roof, or throw the hammer around or –”

“Okay, okay,” Steve sighed, rubbing his face. “Just… if you start hurting, tell us and take a break, okay?”

“Yes, mom,” Eddie teased.

Steve and Jonathan had finished laying out the tarp on the roof when a car drove up to the cabin. Jonathan recognized it instantly, climbing down the ladder to greet the man. Dustin and Lucas stopped fighting over the radio to see who it was. Murray looked around with a disgruntled face, climbing out to meet Jonathan halfway.

“Your new dad’s out working still?” he asked.

“He’s not –” Murray raised an eyebrow, stopping him “ – He’s trying to work with the government to fix up the mess in town. He’ll probably be back later tonight. Did you need something?”

Murray let out a tired sigh. “I’ve got some recordings Jim could use if the government goes back on their word or starts pulling bullshit like the Hawkins Lab again.” He spotted Steve climbing down the ladder and snatching a long plank of wood from Eddie with a glare. He nodded over to them and asked, “What’s up with those lovebirds over there?”

Jonathan twisted around to see Eddie throwing his hands up in exasperation and Steve panicking, shouting something about his stitches. He chuckled, turning back to Murray. “I don’t think they’ve figured it out yet,” he said, shooting a conspiring look at the man.

Murray’s eyebrows raised as he caught on to the situation. “I see. You think I should make a side hustle as a couple’s therapist?”

“Your methods aren’t exactly ethical.”

The older man smirked, pointing a finger at him. “But, they work! Speaking of, how’s you and Nancy?”

Jonathan smiled, thinking back to when they first met this eccentric man and how they got together. “We’re good. We sat down and talked it out. Crisis averted.”

Murray hummed, patting his shoulder. “That’s good. Communication! Goes a long way.”

He looked back to see Steve checking on Eddie’s bandages, his dirty hands lifting the older boy’s shirt. Eddie’s face was flushed as he muttered something to Steve. He straightened up, a soft look on his face as Eddie continued to talk. Murray’s eyes strayed over to Mike and Will who were sitting closely on the porch, talking quietly amongst each other.

“Now, where do I start?” Murray wondered, clapping his hands together. “You boys hungry?”

There wasn’t much to work with that wasn’t Eggos in the kitchen, but Murray managed to find spaghetti noodles and sauce in one of the cabinets. He made quick work of cutting up a sausage from the freezer and throwing it in, adding some flavor with what spices he could find. At least they weren’t completely hopeless.

After the boys washed up and passed the plates around, they served themselves spaghetti and sat around the small living room. Only the Byers brothers had said their thanks while the others simply took before stuffing their faces. Steve and Eddie were the last ones to get food, having checked Eddie’s bandages again. 

Murray eyed them from his designated reclining chair, watching as Steve gently pushed Eddie forward to take food first. Eddie then turned his head to smirk and tease him, Steve not making a move to put any distance between them. It might be easier to straighten them out than the other couples, seeing  how openly affectionate they are with each other.

As soon as they sat down on the floor, Murray got straight into it. “So, how long have you two been together?” he asked with a wide innocent smile.

It took all of Jonathan’s willpower not to choke as both Steve and Eddie, and Mike and Will, froze in their spot, staring back at the older man like a deer caught in headlights. He let out a cough, swooping down for his water before clearing his throat. Dustin looked up from his plate in confusion, a noodle still hanging from his mouth and sauce somehow on his cheek.

Murray smirked. “You two are just so adorable,” he said, “You really take care of your boyfriend, don’t you, Stevie?”

Steve sputtered, putting his plate on the coffee table before he spilt anything. “No, he’s not my – Eddie’s my friend,” he said defensively.

“Yeah, yeah, no, man,” Eddie said, shaking his head, “Me and Steve Harrington? Impossible.”

“He’s right,” Mike spoke up, frowning, “Steve’s like the straightest guy we know and Eddie’s a guy and –”

“You’re next, stickboy,” Murray snapped, waving a dismissive hand at him.

Mike huffed, looking between the older boy he looked up to and the one that, while he wasn’t his favorite person, did protect them whenever he could. He felt weird, watching them interact and it was frustrating not knowing what it meant. He thought that it was because of his break up with El that was causing him to get angry. He thought that it was because his friendship with Will wasn’t the same as it used to be and seeing someone like Steve take away someone who he saw as a close friend and a brother-figure made him upset. Maybe it was his father’s recurring words bouncing through his brain when he spoke of people being attracted to the same gender.

Murray leaned forward, an amused glint in his eye. “Aw, come on, guys. Why would you think it’s impossible? You guys have chemistry, you bounce off each other, you both care about a kid like you’re both filling the void of that absent father that all of you have. Steve Harrington, so touch starved, so desperate for affection that you’d put your loved ones before yourself. Eddie Munson, overflowing with so much that you can’t help but express it with physical affection and reach out to those that you see yourself in. I don’t see why we’re still over here waiting for you to either confess or bone each other in the next room.”

Mike and Dustin stopped eating, but for different reasons. Mike didn’t want to think of those two making out, especially while they were all still in the cabin. Dustin waited in anticipation, wondering what they would choose to do. After Will had mentioned how there was some tension between them, Dustin was all too eager to see them together. Will looked at his brother with wide eyes, confused by this brash man. Jonathan shrugged with a smile. 

“He does that,” he simply said, “This is good spaghetti, Murray.”

“Why, thank you, Jonathan,” Murray said, as if he hadn’t lectured two friends to get over themselves and get together already.

Steve inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly, standing up without a word. Eddie’s hand shot out to grab his wrist, but he stopped himself before he could do anything stupid. What that guy said was right, but Eddie couldn’t tell if Steve was upset about it and if he was, what part of it he was upset about.

“Steve?” he asked tentatively.

Steve reached down for Eddie’s hand and pulled him up. “I think we need to talk,” he said, jerking his head towards the front door.

Eddie looked at his outstretched hand, then at the others who were waiting with bated breath. He nodded, taking his hand and letting the younger man lead him out to the front porch. Jonathan watched them leave with a smile, feeling confident that their conversation would go well.

Murray clapped loudly, catching everyone’s attention again. “Now, you two.”

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