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americasass91 · 4 years

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Bad Day

I know what you’re thinking. Another one? Yes, I can’t help my Shameless Hoe self. Steve brings it out in me and the picture above sure as fuck didn’t help. Plus it’s that time of the month and I’m hormonal and horny. This is another entry for the #shamelesshoeforchris by @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817. I hope you enjoy!

Prompts:

“Oh god, did I say that out loud?”

“We’re not done yet”

“Please don’t go”

Words:4.2k

Rating: Explicit(seems to be a theme with me lol)

Warnings: Bad day, smut, period talk, language, unprotected sex, cockwarming

Well, today can officially go fuck itself.

It’s one of the worst days you’ve had in quite awhile.

Your alarm decided not to go off this morning so that made you late and threw off your whole day.

Then you couldn’t find your damn keys. You thought you put them in the bowl by your door but they just weren’t there. You had to spend an extra 20 minutes looking for them(they were in the fridge, how the fuck they ended up there, you’ll never know).

Now you were super late to work. You don’t even have time to stop at Starbucks to get your cold brew. And to top it all off, you started cramping. Signaling your oncoming period. You always got cramps a few days before the inevitable blood bath began. ‘That’s why I’ve been super moody and horny the past couple of days’ you think to yourself as you make your way to your car.

You manage to make it to work unscathed. You head into the Avengers Tower and put your head down to avoid any unnecessary eye contact as you practically run towards the elevators.

Just as the doors shut, your phone dings. Signaling a text.

From: ManChild

Hey, Y/N. Just wondering if you’re planning on coming in today.

You roll your eyes and throw your phone back in your purse not even responding knowing you’ll be seeing your boss in just a minute.

When you got the job as Tony Stark’s assistant you thought it’d be a dream come true. Try nightmare! He’s the biggest child you have ever met. He’s all over the place and it’s your job to try to keep him together. You’re damn good at it too. Some days you don’t even know how you pull it off.

The elevator stops on your floor and you head towards his office. Nat passes you on your way there. “Good morning, Y/N/N! Where’s your cold brew?”

“Good morning, Nat. And ugh don’t even get me started on my horrible day. I didn’t have enough time to stop at Starbucks.” You know you sound whiny but you don’t care. You wave bye to her and pick up your pace a little.

As you continue down the hall, you get a feeling in your lower abdomen that can only be described as a hot knife slicing through your skin. You grab at your stomach and rub as if that’s going to make the pain subside. Shocker, it does absolutely nothing to alleviate the pain.

You start rummaging in your purse trying to find your ibuprofen. You round the corner with your head still down and run straight into what you assume is a brick wall. You brace yourself to hit the floor, accepting your fate, when a hand grabs your arm to steady you.

You look up into the apologetic, blue eyes of Steve Rogers. That’s about the time you feel how wet and sticky you are. You look down and notice you are covered in some kind of brown substance.

“Oh my god,Y/N! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t see you round the corner. Are you alright?” He asks as he stands you completely upright, noticing your stained clothing.

“What is all over me?” You try to start brushing yourself off, making the stain even worse. “My protein shake, I chose chocolate instead of vanilla today. I’m so sorry! I’ll go get you some paper towels.”

“No, I don’t have time. I’m already late and Tony is already pissed at me. I gotta get going. Just make sure to watch where you are going next time. Wouldn’t want your cute, righteous ass to get hurt.” You wink at him and continue your way to your office. Your eyes widen as you realize what you just said. What the fuck is wrong with you? You’ve never said anything like that before to Steve. Jesus, you must be hornier than you thought.

You finally walk through your office door and head to your desk. You hang up your purse on it’s hook and head over to the little bathroom in the office. You wet some paper towels and try to start wiping at the stain on your shirt and pants. You know they are ruined. Not even worth saving. You shrug your shoulders and throw away the soiled paper towels and head back to your desk.

Before you even get the chance to sit down Tony comes strutting out of his office.

“Oh, so you did decide to show up today! You could have at least let me know you were going to be late, Y/N. And not only are you late but you come in all sloppy! I thought you were better than this?” He raises his eyebrows at you expectantly.

Apparently he wanted an answer. “Sorry sir, I have not had the best morning. And on my way here I ran into Steve’s protein shake.” You sigh and look down at your ruined clothes once again. You can feel tears start to well up, god damn hormones. “And to top it all off I’m cramping really bad and could just really use a warm hug, chocolate, an orgasm, and a really long nap.”

Tony’s eyes went wide. “Uh, listen kid I-”

“Oh god, did I say that out loud?” You smack your hand to your forehead. “I’m sorry sir, can we just start over?”

“Actually no. What you can do is go home and get some rest. You clearly need it. And we can try again tomorrow.”

“But I need to work, I can’t afford a day off. Please I promise I’m fine. I won’t cause anymore trouble.” You beg, you really needed the money.

Tony walks over and takes your purse off the hook and hands it to you. “I wasn’t asking dear, I was telling. And don’t worry about the money, I’ll make sure you get paid. We’ll call it a sick day.”

Wow, he’s the best boss ever. You feel the tears welling up again. You reach forward and pull him into your arms for a quick hug, careful not to get any of the protein shake on him. “Thank you Tony, I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t worry about it, kid. We all have off days. Now get going before I change my mind.” He winks at you and pushes you near the door.

You already start feeling a little better. Knowing your bed and heating pad are waiting for you at home.

You pass by Steve and Bruce on your way towards the elevators. They seem to be having an important discussion about something. You can’t help but take a minute and let your eyes travel over Steve. God he’s fucking beautiful. You’d give anything to be able to climb him like a tree. Just let him fuck your bra- ‘Ok I really need to get out of here before my hormones make me mount him’ you think as you shake your head and start chuckling at yourself.

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You somehow make it home without anything else bad happening to you.

You head straight to your bedroom and strip out of your ruined clothes, throwing them away. You take a moment to grieve silently. Those were your favorite work slacks.

You jump in the shower and turn it as hot as you can stand it. You start to shampoo your hair when the water suddenly turns ice cold. “Jesus fuck!” You shriek as you jump backwards out of the offending water. You try turning the shower off and back on. But nope, the hot water was not working. “God fucking dammit” you murmur as you try your best to finish your shower in the freezing cold water.

You finish quickly and dry off as fast as you can. You grab a pair of snoopy pajama pants and a big sweatshirt. You also decide on a pair of fuzzy socks. You brush out your tangled hair and throw it up into a bun.

You then go call your landlord to let them know about your shower. He can make it there sometime tomorrow evening. You thank him for being able to come so quickly and head to your bedroom to grab your heating pad.

You stop by the kitchen on the way to the living room to grab something to munch on. You open your pantry and spy the jar of Nutella. You snatch it up and realize it’s empty. Oh well, probably don’t need it anyways. You grab a bottle of water from the fridge instead and head over and plop down on your couch.

You grab the remote and start up Netflix. You plug in your heating pad beside the couch and put it under your sweatshirt right up against your pulsing abdomen.

You start searching through Netflix, looking for something to put on as background noise. You know you’ll end up playing on your phone anyways.

You pick Young and Hungry. You’ve seen it multiple times but decide to start at Episode 1. It never fails to make you laugh.

You press play and then it hits you. You don’t feel any heat on your lower abdomen. You turn around and make sure it didn’t come unplugged. It didn’t. You pull it out of your sweatshirt to see the green light is still on. It isn’t heating up at all. Of course it would break on today of all days. That was the last straw. You break down and start crying. God you really hated your period.

You sit there and self wallow for about 5 minutes before you hear a knock on the door.

You quickly wipe at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweatshirt and walk over to the door, having no idea who it could be.

You open it up and are pleasantly surprised to see Steve standing there with a bouquet of daisies.

He takes in your appearance quickly and smiles at you. “Hi doll, I stopped by your desk but Tony said you went home for the day not feeling well.” He hands you the flowers, which you accept gratefully. “I just wanted to apologize again for this morning. And offer to give you money to replace your clothes.” He goes to take his wallet out of his jeans. You put your hand on his arm, “Really you don’t have to do that. It wasn’t your fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going. But thank you for the daisies. I’m having the shittiest day and you’ve just made it a little less shitty.” You then give him your best smile.

He feels his heart rate pick up. “Are you sure? I don’t mind paying. And I’m sorry you’re having a bad day. Do you want to talk about it? I know sometimes that can help.” He gives you a smile that makes your insides melt. “You don’t have to listen to my problems, but you can come in and hang out if you don’t have any prior engagements.” You step aside and gesture for him to come in.

He crosses the threshold and heads towards the living room, seeing your heating pad lying on the floor. He furrows his brows and wonders why you’d need a heating pad.

You head into the kitchen and quickly put the flowers in a vase with some water, wanting to get to Steve.

You head into the living room and see him looking at your useless heating pad. “Oh, that’s broken. I need to throw that away.” You head over to pick it up and go toss it in the kitchen trash.

You head back into the living room and see that Steve has taken a seat on your couch. You go sit beside him and turn to look at him. “Thanks again for the flowers, Steve. You didn’t have to do that.”

He turns towards you and smiles. “It’s the least I could do. Why were you using a heating pad? I didn’t hurt you when I ran into you did I?”

You blush and look down. “Oh, no. Don’t worry about that. I’m just having some pretty bad cramps.” You can’t believe you just admitted to Steve that you’re cramping. How embarrassing.

He gives you a sympathetic look. “I can’t say I know what those feel like but I’m sorry you’re in pain. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Unless you give off heat, no unfortunately there’s not. I already took pain meds when I got home.”

He then reaches and grabs your arms and lays back on the couch, bringing you with him until your back is pressed against his front. “Steve, what are you doing?” You ask as you go to sit back up. He tightens his hold on you. “Just wait a second, doll. I’m helping.” He takes his right hand and moves your sweatshirt up just a bit making you gasp. He places his giant hand on your abdomen and starts massaging gently.

You melt into him. “Oh my god, you feel better than my heating pad. Why are you so hot?” You moan and realize how that could’ve sounded. He just chuckles. “Just one of the side effects of the serum. Is that feeling any better?” You nod and snuggle back against him, your arms curling around his.

“What else happened today, doll?” You start by telling him about your alarm and end with you breaking down after you realized your heating pad broke. “I still can’t believe I told my boss I needed an orgasm, I mean how fucking embarrassing. He probably sent me home because he was afraid of me.” You shake your head at yourself as Steve chuckles behind you. “Well, aren’t orgasms supposed to help with cramps?”

“What are you reading on the internet where you would’ve gotten that information Steve?” You tease. His hand has now dipped below your pajama pants just a little, settling on your lower abdomen. “Actually, I heard Nat talking about it one day. She said it really helps hers. Is that true for all women or just some?”

You close your eyes as he starts massaging your tummy again, “It makes my best friend’s cramps worse. I guess it really just depends on the woman.”

“Well, what about you? Do they make you feel better?” You couldn’t help but notice something hardening behind your ass. You gulp and whisper out “yes, they have in the past.” You can feel him press against you a little more, a small groan escaping his lips. “Well, why don’t you let me help you feel better?” His hand starts moving towards your panties. Then he stops suddenly and pulls his hand out.

“Wait, are you bleeding? I don’t want to make a mess on your couch.” You turn around and face him, “No, I’m lucky enough to get cramps a few days before shark week starts.” You say sarcastically. “But Steve, you don’t have to help me. I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it for awhile now.”

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen free from your messy bun. He looks into your eyes and smirks, “But what if I want to help you? Would you let me?”

You think about it for less than a minute and scoot a little closer to him, “If you really want to Steve. I’ll leave that up to you.”

He moves his hand to the back of your neck and pulls you in for a sweet kiss. You reach up and run your fingers through his hair as his left hand moves under you to rest on your back, pulling you closer to him. He moves his right hand down your body and grabs your leg to hitch it over his hip.

You gasp into his mouth as you feel how hard he is, pressing right into your core. He takes this opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue. You kiss back eagerly and start rolling your hips against him. He pulls away from your mouth and moves slow kisses down your neck. “That’s right doll, take what you need from me. Make yourself feel good.”

You whimper as you roll your hips harder into his. The friction is delicious on your clit. He moves his right hand to your ass and pushes you into his erection even harder making you moan out his name. “That feel good, doll?” You nod your head and continue grinding your hips against his. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the coil tightening in your belly. You’ve been horny all day. Your breathing picks up and you pull his hair to move his mouth back to yours. He pulls back to look at you, “You gonna come for me, Y/N? Gonna make a mess in your panties?”

You can only nod as you feel the coil winding tighter and tighter. You’re almost there. You just need a little something more to push you over the edge.

Steve moves back to your neck and starts kissing it again. He then bites down where your neck meets your shoulder and that’s what does it. You fall over the edge with a surprised shout. Steve’s name falling from your lips.

He continues grinding into you until you come down from your high.

He removes his head from your neck and smiles down at you. Placing another sweet kiss on your lips. You pull back, “Thanks, Stevie. I’m already starting to feel better.”

He looks at you confused. “Oh, we’re not done yet, doll. I can give you a better orgasm than that. If you’ll let me.” He looks at you, waiting for your answer. Your pussy clenches in anticipation for the possibility of another release.

You smirk at him and push him back and maneuver yourself so you’re resting on top of him, straddling his hips. You pull him in for another kiss, this one more urgent than the last. You take his hands and place them under your sweater. He gets the hint and moves until he’s cupping a breast in each hand and pinching your nipples, eliciting a loud moan from you. He smirks up at you. “Yeah, you like that?” You can only nod. “Oh yeah, they are always extra sensitive around this time.”

He sits up and yanks your sweatshirt off and tosses it away. He attaches his mouth to one nipple and starts sucking. His other hand continuing his pinching on the other.

You roll your hips against his, trying to pull his t-shirt off of him. He pulls back long enough for you to remove the offending article of clothing before attaching his mouth to the other nipple, sucking hard.

You throw your head back and moan, grinding your hips down against his bulge. “Please Steve, I need you.”

He takes his mouth off your breast and stands you both up. He quickly discards his jeans and boxers. You can’t help yourself as your eyes travel down his body. You take in the sight of his cock and you feel a new rush of slick gather in your panties. He was big. Not so big that it would be painful, but still bigger than you’ve ever taken. He must notice your expression. “Something wrong, Y/N? Does my big, thick cock scare you?” He smirks cockily at you.

You step forward and wrap your hand around his impressive size and lean up to whisper in his ear, “Not at all, Captain. I just can’t wait to feel you inside of my tight pussy.” You grin in satisfaction at the shiver that wracks his body.

You decide you’re not waiting anymore and push him with enough force that he lands on the couch. He looks up at you surprised and then smirks when he sees you look him up and down again. He starts stroking his cock slowly, waiting patiently for you.

You snap out of your gaze and quickly remove the rest of your clothes and walk to straddle him. He puts his hand on your stomach to push you away a little. You look at him in confusion. “Do you have any condoms? I don’t keep any on me.” He asks as he looks hopefully at you. You shake your head. “We don’t need one, I’m on the pill. We’re safe.” He nods his head in understanding and wraps his hand around your arm and tugs you forward.

You fall ungraciously on top of him and let out a laugh. You straighten yourself and throw your arms around his neck, leaning down for a kiss, “Someone’s eager.” He chuckles and returns the kiss eagerly. “Sorry doll, it’s just been awhile.”

You pull back and look down at him. “We really don’t have to do this, Steve. I’ve heard you talk about sex before and I know you think it’s special.”

He smiles at you. “It will be special because it’s with you, Y/N.” You can feel the butterflies in your stomach at his words. You nod and move your hand down to wrap around him once more. He hisses at the contact and grabs onto your hips. You move him towards your entrance and run the head of his cock back and forth against your slit, getting him nice and coated with your slick.

Once you decide it’s enough, you slowly start to sink down on him. You moan at the deliciously painful stretch of him filling you up. He throws his head back against the couch and tightens his hold on your hips. You continue slowly sliding down his girth until you are fully seated on him.

You give your body a minute to adjust to his size. You pull him into another kiss and start moving your hips against his. He matches your pace and moves one hand back until he’s gripping your ass. You start moving your hips harder against him, his cock hitting your g-spot in just the right way. He keeps up with your pace as he moves his mouth from yours and attaches it to your nipple again. He bites down and it makes you clench around him. He groans and pulls back to look at you. “That’s right, doll. Take what you need from me. Use my cock. You feel so good wrapped around me. So tight and wet.”

You can feel the coil in your belly, threatening to snap at any second. But you don’t want it to. He feels too damn good inside you. He can tell you’re trying to hold back. He can feel you fluttering around his cock. He moves the hand that’s on your ass and moves it to the front and continues his path down until his thumb is circling your clit. “That’s it, doll. Come for me. I wanna watch you fall apart. Wanna feel you come around my cock. Let go, Y/N. I’m right behind you.”

You speed up your hips a little more and tug your fingers through his hair as you feel the coil snap. The most intense orgasm you’ve ever had wracks through your body, making you shake. Steve’s name falling like a prayer from your lips.

He wraps his arms around you and continues thrusting into you as best he can with how hard your pussy is squeezing his cock. Trying to prolong your pleasure as he seeks out his.

It only takes him a couple more thrusts before he releases himself inside of you, coating your walls with his seed. You moan at the feeling and pull him into another kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You need him close to you. He must feel the same way because he moves you both onto your sides and hugs you against him, still inside of you, his face pressed into the crook of your neck.

You feel so warm and content. A happy sigh escapes your lips. Steve chuckles, “You feeling better, Y/N?” You nod, running your fingers down his back. You don’t even feel the cramps anymore. “Oh, yes. Thank you so much, Steve.” He pulls back and plants another sweet kiss on your lips. “I really hope this isn’t just a one time thing, Y/N. I know we are doing this backwards but I’d really like to take you out to dinner and see if this goes anywhere?” He asks looking into your eyes. His are full of hope and fear. Not that you’d want to, but how could you say no to that face?

You smile wide and pull him in for another kiss, “I would love nothing more than that, Steve. But I’m super tired now. Can we take a nap and then go to dinner?” You stick your bottom lip out earning you a chuckle from him. “Of course we can, sweetheart. But I don’t plan on moving from inside you, you’re too warm. Is that ok?” You nod and grab the blanket from the back of your couch and drape it over the both of you. “Yes, please don’t go. I’ve got you right where I want you.”

He smiles and tucks his face back into the crook of your neck, moving his hands up and down your back. You close your eyes and fall into the most blissful sleep you’ve had in ages.

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jae-canikeepyou · 4 years

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| right here & now | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: alternate universe + youtuber!yn

a/n: thank you for the request and i really loved writing this so much even if the idea of having yuno as my bf will never happen lol ;-; anyway, i hope you enjoy reading my lovelies! 💕~j.

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the curtains swayed with the wind spells that entered your room, marking a new morning. this morning however, was a very special one that you planned this for months hoping it would pull off like you wanted it to. you stretched in your bed, kicking off the blankets that trapped the heat around your body. the clock said 6 a.m. and you had more than enough time to prepare for the flight scheduled at noon.

pressing the button to record, you began your vlog by doing a gwrm routine and choosing your ootd, in which you were always always indecisive for because sometimes you would find yourself facetiming him and he’d pick the right one for you. perks of having a fashionable boyfriend, yes?

“guys..” you let one a little whine as you pat lightly on your face with a concealer. “i’m really nervous because even though i texted yuno that i’ll be having a meeting for a collab with another channel, i can’t imagine how he’d feel if i didn’t reply him for the next hours. or maybe if i don’t reply him at all.”

of course being the busy people you both were, even a message from each other was a big deal because hello, a long distance relationship was a struggling kind and some instances, fall-outs were common. although you did understand the need of physical comfort from a loved one, it was a matter of trust and patience on a daily basis that you would eventually end up in his arms when that time came.

and that time was today.

how you met nct 127’s jaehyun was definitely unexpected. you were one of the few singer-songwriter youtubers invited to a performance at an event along with other renowned singers. the group came as a special guest, giving fans and fellow artists greetings and basically hyped up the entire hall with their music as if it was their concert alone. you weren’t that interested at first since the event was your very first invitation, so you were more conscious on yourself than having the time to appreciate others, but you were a fan of nct 127’s music.

jaehyun too was lowkey, a fan of your channel. he didn’t want to show how giddy he felt when you stood on that stage; a guitar in hand and just a microphone by your lips. he was aware of the hand-held cameras the staff pointed him with, and tried to keep a straight face. however, when you reached the peak of your unplugged version of your song, the feels hit him differently. you sounded soulful, gentle, that it grew the urge for him to want to do a collab with you.

so when the event finished and you were told to meet other artists at their respective tent / booths, he ran into you— he couldn’t hide his smile anymore. you shook hands with him, realizing that he didn’t took his eyes off of you. “you were amazing out there.” you shyly complimented him, his shimmering suit shone like his eyes did.

“i’d say the same with you y/n.” he smiled and liked the way how your name rolled on his tongue. “i hope we can do a collab some day.”

“that’d be nice.”

jaehyun itched to have contact with you since then; that was three years ago. the last time he saw you in person was when you went to seoul weeks after for an interview. his friends could see the pink dusting his cheeks when you posted a new song, cover or vlog. sometimes he’d forget there was practice because he was too immersed into you. it was up until a couple of months after the event had he built up the courage to direct message you in instragram, finally having to connect with you.

then the rest was history and soon reaching the third year of your relationship. both of your feelings were mutual and came to a decision that you both were a couple. for jaehyun the most, it was quite difficult to dodge the questions at talk shows/interviews relating to love life when all he had in his heart was you and you only. on the other hand, you had to ignore questions on insta live whether you were seeing anyone; because they noticed a different aura within you on every video you upload.

“if you’re wondering how i’m planning to ‘ignore’ yuno.. well, i chose to not use my phone for the next 14 hours. i have to pretend that i’m ‘busy’ and ‘occupied’ with work.” you now entered the lift to exit your apartment and headed to the taxi waiting for you. “hopefully it’ll convince him why i couldn’t use my phone.”

you continued to film your surrounding for aesthetics, choosing the suitable background music. so far in the day, you talked about how hard long distance was. not seeing jaehyun personally for three years was a challenge. sometimes when you knew that he’d visit the city for a tour, you’d be filled with work and filming and bummed out because you wouldn’t be able to see him.

johnny messaged you just before your breakfast that they just finished rehearsal and were now taking a break. you sighed a lot more today as you knew he’d be sending you a message any second.

or so you thought.

♡ yuno ♡ would like to facetime you.

you panicked because right now, you were at the airport. however, luckily enough, you were at a fastfood chain located a little far off from the departure hall, so he wouldn’t notice that you were at the airport and just pigging out at some random restaurant. you placed the phone just beside your laptop, pretending to ‘edit’ videos when you were actually chatting away with johnny for the plans when you reach seoul. the camera was at the other side of your belongings, seated at a blind spot where only you could be seen in his perspective.

“hi babe.” he greeted you with a flying kiss as his sweat rolled down his temples. “oh? you’re outside this early?” he moved sideway as if he could see anything behind you.

“i’m having breakfast.” you showed a subway sandwich and an orange juice. “yeah well, i’m preparing for a meeting later.”

gosh i hate lying to him.

he moistened his lips, brushing his hair back with a headband. “what meeting?” he raised a brow, making you chuckle that he obviously didn’t see your message.

you rolled your eyes, turning the phone to the laptop screen and showed him the chat from the night before. “i told you i have a collab with another channel, didn’t i? anyway, i have to finish up and head for the meeting. call you later?”

“ah..” he whined. “we didn’t even talk for a minute, but okay. i’ll wash up and call you again. take care babe! i love you so much.”

“i love you too.” you said before ending the call. clenching your chest, you sighed deeply as you faced the camera that recorded the whole conversation. “this is hard. i never expected him to call me. i’ll make sure i won’t use my phone starting from now.”

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you yawned quite loudly as you watched the airplane icon reach the borderline of south korea at the screen before you. now that you thought about it, you haven’t recorded anything since the departure and it was a perfect timing because the sun was just rising by your side of the window.

“okay, hello everyone. i’ve been flying for hours that i lost count. but, i’m reaching seoul in about thirty minutes, so i’ll make this quick.” zooming into the ombré sky of blue, pink and orange combined, you hummed a tune that jaehyun used to sing to you to sleep. “see that beautiful colors. my boyfriend sees this morning every day and i’m seeing him really soon.”

once you were out of the aircraft and walking along the hall the leads to the exit, your heart stopped in realization that not only you were seeing jaehyun as a fan after three full years, but actually seeing him officially as his girlfriend. and this thought made your eyes well because you couldn’t believe it was really happening. mixtures of excitement and nervousness took over your body that perhaps other passengers recognised you, and you waved at them in response that you were in seoul for collaboration.

the boys’ manager dressed- rather disguised himself as your guide and picked you up at the airport. he waved at you to catch your attention. when you did so, johnny dialled to call you as he was seated at the car parked outside. “y/n!” he greeted. “turn around! i’m in the car!”

you opened the door and he hugged you quick. his camera was pointed directly at you, obviously recording the moment for jaehyun to watch later. “hi johnny! it’s been so long!”

“too long! we missed a lot of chances to see other whenever the group visits your city. sometimes jae would tear up- or cry but don’t tell him i told you that.” he giggled and helped you sit comfortably in the car. “are you vlogging right now?”

“aw that’s sweet of him.” you pout. “yes i’ve been vlogging since i left my apartment. say hello to the fam.”

“hey what’s up it’s your boy johnny.” he waved and curled his fingers at the cringiness of himself.

johnny felt his phone vibrating. it was a call from mark who updates him of jaehyun’s movements while he was out of the studio. the call was on speaker so you would be able to hear the conversation. “hyung. should i wake him up now?”

you giggled at how that was exactly jaehyun’s habits. “i think you should, mark.” your voice alerting him of your presence.

the younger boy held his reactions in a whisper, afraid that he might awake your boyfriend. “oh my g- hi y/n! i love your acoustic cover of ‘love me now’. jaehyun hyung teared up last night after watching it.”

“really? he teared up again?” your heard sank to the ground knowing how he really felt behind the cameras separating the both of you. your arms weakened at the point but continued to vlog.

“yeah. hold up i’m just gonna-” mark paused and all you heard was the fall of headphones and low groans. “hyung, johnny said he’ll get us food. what do you want?”

a groggy voice contemplated the events of today before yelping in shock that he has a recording to finish. “agh crap what time is it?” jaehyun asked, even if you wanted to speak, johnny refrained you from doing so. you shouldn’t blow your cover now.

“it’s quarter past two.” mark said and helped the dude up on his toes. “we’re getting fried chicken.”

“tsk i was about to call y/n after i washed up.” jaehyun rubbed his eyes. “oh yeah johnny, better come here quick. taeyong hyung said we still have some parts to record.”

you held in your laughs as you covered your lips, sharing identical expressions with johnny. he breathed out before speaking. “uh yeah sure, but i did my part of the cover already. so it’s just you left. see you soon.”

the car was pulled over the studio the boys have been gathered at. some were practicing their choreography while others were resting up. you walked slower than usual and johnny noticed this gestures of yours. who wouldn’t be nervous at a situation like this? it has been three years, so he could imagine the tension between you and yourself only.

mark told everyone to take caution because jaehyun has a sharp eye, that he could read the atmosphere of anything was fishy. even the slight percent of that feeling he could crack an egg open, and the plan would fail. they didn’t want that to happen, this was a special moment for him and you came all the way to surprise him. the effort alone was already precious.

you vlogged again, your chest began its countdown whilst you hid behind a drumset at the recording booth. gladly though, your frame was petite compared to the instrument so you wouldn’t be seen immediately at first glance. cameras were set up and hidden at corners where jaehyun couldn’t see them. all there was was a foldable compact device attached to the mic stand.

the plan was to let jaehyun sing his part of high school musical cover of ‘right here, right now’, due to that one time he playfully joked about being your troy bolton. so you kept that request in mind and chose to do the recording on the day you came to seoul. you pre-recorded your part last week, and you would wait for him to finish his part.

“this is it guys. my hand is shaking, my heart feels like its about to come out of me. i’m already tearing up because i’m going see yuno in less than five min-”

the door swung open causing you to jolt, making one drumstick slide to its abyss, but you managed to catch before it fell. flutters of papers were then placed on the black metal stand, and a low baritone clearing throat for a vocal exercise sure revealed it was yuno. just the impact of careless actions alone, you could tell the person in the studio was indeed your boyfriend.

you exchanged looks from the camera and to jaehyun, repeating this several times because it was hard to catch the timing.

“which part do i have to re-do?” jaehyun’s voice sent shivers down your spine and you fanned yourself keep your calm. “hm? this is a new song cover? okay, but this is a duet though.” he said, checking the titles for the second time. the guys had to bend down slightly from where jaehyun was standing as he was very clueless. “ah so it’s the reprise version? it’s pretty short.” he cleared his throat again.

“can you imagine what would happen, if we could have any dream?..” gosh how honey like his voice was. “i’d wish this moment, was ours to own it and that it would never leave..”

“then i would thank that star, that made our wish come true.”

jaehyun’s eyes grew as your voice was heard through the headphones. he tried to keep his cool, even though his expression changed a little. “‘cause he knows that where you are, is where i should be too.”

in a few seconds the chorus was about to be sung, you left your camera at the bass drum when you pulled him for a back hug, after when he sang.

“right here. right now?..” jaehyun lost tune at the latter word, turning to see the person who was hugging him; soon revealing your beaming smile. he looked back at his friends who were jumping and cheering, he squinted at their phones and cameras that were up to capture the moment.

he removed his headphones as reality punched him in the gut, arms quickly wrapping you for a longing embrace. “y/n..” he said, carrying you slightly to enjoy the surprise. the boys came into the recording studio, your ears ringing at their volumes of woohoo’s and yeah’s.

he finally saw you in the flesh, the real deal. not behind low quality screens or hours of long phone calls. you were with him now, and that was all that mattered to him.

“surprise?” you tiptoed to kiss his cheek but he nuzzled himself at the crook of your neck to hide his tears. they were dampening your clothes a little. “aw babe.”

“is he crying?” johnny asked with a teasing voice and when he didn’t get any response, he turned to the camera. “ladies and gents, and johfam, our boy jae is finally crying in front of cameras.”

“shut up.” jaehyun butt back, his nose pink and his eyelashes were slight wet. “you’re here.” he hugged you again like how a koala would do.

you held his hand and intertwined them with yours. “yeah, i’m here- oh wow you’re shaking.”

jaehyun’s chin rested on top of your head, his dimples deepening as he gave the same smile whenever he’d facetime you. “i thought you had a meeting with another channel?” he asked, swaying you from side to side as you all came out of the recording booth.

lunch then was placed on the table, you sat amongst them, they dug in like they haven’t eaten good food. “i did. the channel’s called johnny’s communication center.”

the said boy gave you a wink and jaehyun caressed his neck in bewilderment. “hyung, you were part of this?”

“maybe, maybe not.” he popped a kimbap into his mouth, savouring the flavours. “i picked her up at the airport and the boys knew it all along.” he said, later noticing jaehyun’s attention was full onto you. he nudged the others to give you both space and left with their fair share of the food.

jaehyun rubbed circles at your back, he loved keeping you close. the smile never left his face and his ears went to a deeper red. “you planned all this for me?”

“because i missed you a lot more than you think.” you poked his dimples that he smiled widely than before.

“i missed you too.” he stared into you. “when are you leaving though?”

a chuckle of faux disbelief escaped your lips. “yuno, i just got here and you’re asking me when i’ll leave?”

he brought your hand up for a small kiss. “i’m asking because i don’t want you to, y/n. just stay with me.” his voice practically begging you, and you softened your gaze at him, wanting the same as well.

“i don’t know when i’ll see you next..” he trailed off as you wait for his response. “..i meant that in person.”

you inclined yourself to him and hugged him tighter. “let’s think of that later. we can make arrangements. all that matters is i’m here right now.” you giggled with pressed lips.

jaehyun stared down at you, leaning in for your first kiss. “gosh i love you so much.”

#nct 127 #nct jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun au #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun oneshot #nct yoonoh #yuno #jaehyun nct #jung yoonoh #jeong yuno #jeong jaehyun

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newhologram · 3 years

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Now that I’m home, I expect Keith will be back to say that I only pretended to be sick for the dRuGs. Random hospital stuff:

(tw for suicide attempt mention a bit below)

This was my first time being admitted, surprisingly. I’ve never been hospitalized like this, only had short ER stays. I realized that it was the longest I’d stayed at a hospital since I was born and had to stay in the incubator. I took a walk with my IV and wondered what the halls of the hospital looked like in the late 80′s.

Two weeks ago during my first visit, the poor receptionist had to ask so many people to put their mask on. They’d just march right into a hospital with nothing covering their faces?? One of them put a mask on (wrong) and then sat to charge his phone and grumbled to the person next to him about “oOOooo we’re supposed to believe this place was just FILLED with dead bodies a few weeks ago” wat

These past two times the ER had some splashes of chaos that I had not experienced before. It’s usually quiet every time I go. The first time there was a teenage girl in so much pain and then having a screaming panic attack. I felt so bad for her. Eventually both of us were in wheelchairs in the lobby awkwardly facing each other. We were both so tired and slumped in our seats.

(TW suicide attempt) A while later two people brought their friend in. They couldn’t stay because of the patients-only rule for covid, but they were very thorough and provided pictures of bottles for the staff. This young man ended up in the same room as me and so I heard them pump his stomach. Sounded absolutely miserable. I hope he’s okay.

A guy was wheeled in at like 6am with a broken ankle from a skateboarding accident. I heard them behind the curtain getting him to sign a form so they could knock him out and pop the bone back in aaaaaaaaaaaa

The man next to me was admitted for hearing voices. He sounded very distressed and they brought in a remote robot-doctor to talk to him. They could barely get him to focus enough to talk about medication.

I was running to the toilet so much during the colitis attack the first visit so I had to unplug the IV/monitors constantly. The nurse said she could bring me a thing to go in (not the sample hat) but I was so worried I would make a mess or something. I’m sure they deal with that kind of stuff all the time but I didn’t want it to be me T_T

All of my nurses were awesome but especially the first and last ones. The first one very cheerfully got the blood thinner belly-shot ready for me. I was nervous because my belly is so sore already obviously but I asked, “this can’t be worse than a butt shot, can it?” and it wasn’t. But she was still apologetic and asked if I was still her best friend when she injected me. xD

This same nurse helped me with the enema before the scopes. It says a lot about how desensitized I am to having to constantly deal with butt stuff that we were able to do my enema, painful and bloody and all, while having the nicest conversations. She trusted me enough to ask about certain things like gender identity and vocabulary around queer stuff. It’s so nice to talk with adults who are accepting and supportive. She told me that she believes in things being meant to be and she expressed that she was happy that she was meant to be my nurse. BAW

I was having a hard time waiting in the GI lab for my scope. I was just feeling awful, physically and emotionally. But the team that did my scopes was awesome and instantly cheered me up. The doctor was like, “so I hear you’re a gamer?” and I was surprised he knew (learned from the nurse lol). He asked what my fav game is and he told me excitedly his was Pong. The anesthesiologist was getting ready to knock me out and she said regarding my pick, “aww, I never got to play that one, but I played 1-3!”

She also asked about my cervical spine issues since it was on my file and so she made sure that they were really gentle with my neck for the upper scope. I appreciated it so much, the last thing I needed was a neck flare up on top of this. They put my mouth guard in and she began zonking me. I said “byeeee... seeee yaaaa” and next thing I knew I was concerned about Anna Nicole Smith in the recovery room.

As usual I was incredibly raw and sore after all the biopsies. The swelling and abdominal pain persisted and so I was calling the night nurse a lot. Eventually he stopped waiting for me to ping him and just came in every 4 hours to give me more morphine which only seemed to give me like 20 mins of relief each time. It was a really rough night and I didn’t sleep much at all. Lots of night sweats and waking up gasping, which is a problem for me anyway, but I had hoped the drugs would help. I think the stress was just overwhelming.

Eventually I asked if they had toothbrushes because I felt nasty and I joked that I hadn’t even thought to bring my 12-step skincare regimen. The night nurse laughed and said “ohh, that’s why your skin is so nice, we were wondering about it. What brands do you use?” and so we had a nice chat about skincare which is always welcome :D

My last nurse was really spunky and fun. She kept my spirits high and even went out of her way to find me a heating pad which finally allowed me to get a much needed nap in.

Overall, unpleasant because hospital stay, but all of these good people really made a big difference. I felt heard and cared for.

#teku #personal #long post

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desiraypark · 4 years

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When the Sun Sleeps in Canto Bight [8]

Previous Entire Series CHAPTER PLAYERS Kylo Ren, Leader of the Knights of Ren Ruby Girard Solo, The Beautiful Singer and Wife of Kylo Ren CHAPTER CONTENT Fluff and romance quickly turns to angst and annoyance. Mild sexism TW. Also, Kylo may have a newfound breast-related kink lol

Kylo and Ruby have been married for just over a year. They live in a stunning four-bedroom home in the vibrant heart of Canto Bight. Word Count: 1,780

Before Kylo stepped inside, the scent of Ruby’s cooking hit him in the nose and the sounds of jazz hit his ears. He walked inside and closed the door behind him, excited to see what was waiting. Ruby was in the dining room putting down plates of a pork chops, mashed potatoes, and green beans on the table with glasses of ginger ale. He leaned in the archway. “You tryin’ to get me to stay home tonight?” he asked. Ruby shrugged and walked to him.

“Maybe,” she said. She gave him a kiss on the lips, and they took their seats. Kylo went straight for his pork chop. “How was your day?” he asked.

“We recorded four songs today. I provided vocals for all of them. It was so much fun, baby.” Kylo nodded and took a sip of his ginger ale. “We’re going to introduce one of them at the Galaxy.” “That’s great, Babydoll.” Ruby knew that Kylo wasn’t going to detail his day with her, but she always asked anyway. “And what about you? How was your day?” He shrugged a shoulder. “It was alright. Usual shit.” She nodded and let the clink of their silverware fill the silence. Then, she dabbed her mouth with a napkin and smiled.

“I did a little shopping before I came home.” Kylo met her smile with his own. “Oh, yeah?” Kylo always encouraged her to spend his money up. And she did occasionally, only to buy stupid shit like appliances and cookware. For once, he wanted her to shimmy down their steps in a fur or some diamond rings. He always had to be the one to get those things for her, but he didn’t mind it. And neither did she, for that matter. It’s not that she didn’t like looking nice--quite the opposite--but why get a three-hundred credit coat, when you could get one nice coat, a waffle iron, and a nice radio from the Nears catalog for just over a hundred credits?! “What’d you get?” he asked. Ruby got up and disappeared into the kitchen. Then, she returned with a little bag and placed it in front of him. She beamed as she rested her hip against the dining table. “What is this, a pair of measuring spoons or somethin’?” he asked, moving the wrapping paper around. “Just open it, Kylo,” Ruby said with an eye roll. Kylo pulled out the smallest pair of shoes he’d ever seen in his life. Both shoes fit in just want one of his hands. He looked up at Ruby, then down at her belly. It protruded only a little. Then, he put the shoes down, pivoted to face her and pulled her down to his lap. Ruby giggled on her way down. “This ain’t no joke, is it?” he asked--eyes almost pleading. Ruby took his face in her hands. “No, it ain’t no joke.” He looked at the shoes and picked them up by the openings with his middle and index finger. “I’ll be damned.” He looked up at her again.

“I’m gonna be somebody’s Pop?”

Ruby laughed and nodded. “Yes, Kylo. You’re about to be somebody’s Pop.” She pushed her forehead against his, and he held her jaw, pulling her in for a kiss. “I’m losin’ my fuckin’ mind,” he said. Finally, he let out the heartiest laugh that ever fell upon Ruby’s ears. He pulled her close and kissed her once more, passing ever ounce of passion he had to her. And she received every bit of it. “Bedroom,” she mumbled. Kylo pushed the chair back and carried her through the dining room, and into the living room. He placed her on the couch. “I ain’t waitin’ that long.” They tore at each other’s clothes until they were both naked.

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LATER

Eventually, Kylo and Ruby finished up their cold dinner and bathed together. She ironed some fresh clothes for him--just a pair of pants and a shirt. Then, he’d leave her for a night of overseeing business at The Garden Lounge. “You sure you don’t wanna come, Babydoll?” He stepped into his warm pants. “I’m sure, Sweetie. I’m a little tired now,” she said, running the hot metal against his shirt. “Gosh, honey,” Ruby said, her mind having drifted away. “Everything is gonna happen so fast. I still haven’t talked to Finn and Poe. I’m not going to be able to perform for months.” “Months?” Kylo asked. He sat on the bed beside his jacket, undershirt, and socks. He grabbed the latter and slipped them over his feet. “Yeah. When I start to show, and then for a little while after the baby is born...”

She lifted Kylo’s shirt and looked it over. Kylo grabbed his undershirt and pulled it over his head. “You’re still gonna work after the baby’s born?” Ruby looked around the shirt at him. “Well, yeah, honey. Work doesn’t have to stop because we have a child.” She walked over to him and handed him the shirt.

“I just assumed that...”

She went to unplug the iron. “Assumed what?” She put the iron on her dresser and closed the ironing board. “I assumed you’d want to slow down on that life when we started havin’ kids,” he said, working on his shirt’s bottom button. “I don’t know why you made that assumption...” Ruby carried the ironing board out of the room and to their linen closet. Kylo drew in a deep breath, and released it. “I just think it’s better for a child if their mama is present. Wouldn’t you agree?” he asked. Ruby walked back toward the bedroom--her footsteps heavier than they were when she left. She stood in the doorway. “What makes you think I won’t be present? Both my parents worked and both of them were present, too.” Kylo buttoned the last button on his shirt.

“But you went to work with your mom,” he said. “You were always with her. At least, that’s what you told me. You can’t take a kid to a saloon.”

He reached down and grabbed the shiny black shoes that sat inches away from his feet. “Well, neither one of us can. But somehow you’ve decided that I’d be the only one taking our child anywhere...” Ruby said. She walked into the room and stopped to face him. “Besides, we have friends and family. I mean, Leia and Han are both dying to get their hands on some grandchildren. My parents, too...” “Leia and Han are dying to fix their fucking mistakes with grandchildren,” Kylo corrected. Ruby shook her head and marched to her dresser.

“Either way, Kylo. I’m not about to give up my career.” She began to wrap the cord of the iron. “And it sounds like you’re expecting me to be the only one taking care of our children, and that’s not gonna happen, either.” Kylo looked over his shoulder at her, then back down as he stuffed his foot into his shoe. Ruby continued. “We’re both gonna do the feeding, the changing, the burping--all of that shit.” “I didn’t say I wouldn’t do any of that.” He examined a small scuff mark on the toe of his shoe. “You implied it, though. You said it’s good for a child when their mama is present,” Ruby responded. She grabbed the rubber band she kept specifically for the iron cord and tied it around the bunched strands.

“I can’t take a child into a saloon. What about you? You work in a saloon. It’s good when a child’s daddy is present, too. But you didn’t say shit about yourself.” She slammed the iron down on the dresser.

Kylo sighed, stood up, and ran his fingers through his hair. “We’ll talk about this later.” “There’s nothing else to talk about,” Ruby said. She carried the iron out of the bedroom. “Enjoy the fucking lounge.”

“Hey, look!” Kylo shouted from the room. “We can fuckin’ talk about this later but don’t start fuckin’ cursin’ at me like I’m some fuckin’ asshole in the street or somethin’.” Ruby flew back into the bedroom.

“Shut up, Kylo.” She yanked her drawer open and pulled out her silk headscarf. “You curse at me all the fuckin’ time, and now you want to talk about language?” She slammed the drawer closed and started tying the scarf around her head. “I just fuckin’ curse. I don’t curse at you. So, calm those fuckin’ milk-filled tits of yours down,” Kylo shot back. Ruby tightened her scarf and glared at Kylo in the mirror. Her face softened and she laughed. Kylo shook his head, and started laughing, too. “That’s why you were squeezing them so hard, to see if milk would start coming out?!” Ruby asked. Kylo started walking toward her. “I couldn’t help myself, Doll...” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. “That’s weird, Baby,” she said. “I just wanted to see what would happen,” he mumbled into her neck. Then, he ran a circle around her belly with his right hand. Ruby stared at their reflections. “I don’t want my kid to be fucked up like me,” he whispered. “You’re not fucked up, Kylo,” she said. “And look, Sweetie...” Ruby turned her head to look up at Kylo. He looked down at her. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but can you go easy on your mom, please? She’s really trying to make things right with you.” Kylo averted her gaze and opted to look at their reflection. He added his second hand to her belly, then caught a glimpse of his scar. His eyes quickly fell down to Ruby’s belly; the silk nightgown she was wearing. He noticed the glow. She looked so radiant in his arms. He planted another kiss on her neck. “Get some rest, Babydoll...” He removed his hands, kissed her cheek, and grabbed his jacket. Then, he walked out of the bedroom, leaving Ruby to look upon her glowing reflection. Glowing, but suddenly singular. Kylo’s scent and the remnants of his touch quickly dissipated from her senses... ____________________ “Hey, Sheev. It’s Kylo...” Kylo held the phone to his ear as Vic sat on the other side of the desk, smoking a cigar. Kuruk sat on the sofa, doing the same. “Your offer is still on the table, right?” Kylo asked, the handset of his Western Electric suddenly feeling warm to his ear. “Good. I’d like to meet with you to discuss some details...” He rolled his eyes and nodded. “Yeah. I’m glad that you’re glad. But I want to come right out and mention the thing that’s suddenly got my interest. I hear you’ve got dealings with a few of the big recording companies. Any truth to that?” ____________________ TAG LIST @aloneandsleepless @tsarinastorm If you’d like to be tagged, leave a comment here, or on my official tag request post!

#when the sun sleeps in canto bight

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 5 years

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Firefighter Finn

Like a woman possessed, I had to get this story out. @free-rami, my dear sweet friend, this is for you 💖

Warning: Smut, duh--stay away if you’re under 18

It was well after 7 pm when you pulled into your driveway, exhausted after meeting an endless stream of parents, pulled along by their excited children who wanted them to meet their favorite teacher during Back-To-School night.

Tired as you were, your face erupted in a grin when you walked into the house and were greeted by the smell of garlic bread and by a mess of dishes in the sink and on the counter from Finn’s excursion in the kitchen.

“Hey babe,” Finn said, looking up from the table where he was busy filling out some kind of form. “How was it?”

“Not bad,” you answered, scooping up pasta and putting it on the plate Finn had left out for you beside the stove. “Most of the parents were nice, but of course some of them wanted to hold personal conferences about their child’s progress, which is super awkward when there are fifteen other parents milling around the room all waiting to meet you.”

“Parents are the worst,” Finn answered in a distant echo of what you often said.

After you added sauce and grabbed a piece of garlic bread, you went to sit at the table with your too-cute, too-sweet boyfriend, and too-distracted boyfriend.

Twirling a forkful of spaghetti, you asked, “What are you working on?”

Finn put his pen down and looked up from the paper. He looked sort of nervous, which made you furrow your brows with concern.

“You know how I feel about you teaching. It’s so awesome that you see it not just as a job but as a way to give something back. Do something good for the community.”

“You want to be a teacher?” you asked, your fork poised as you turned your head to the side in confusion.

“God no. You’re a saint, babe. I couldn’t do what you do. But, well. I was thinking there was something I could do.”

“Yeah?”

“After Tobey’s car got wiped with that tow truck when they tried to take him out of the race, I kinda started thinking about the other side of racing or even just driving. It’s dangerous and people crash all the time.”

I listened, finally taking a bite of my pasta but still unsure where Finn was going with this.

“Soooo, I’m filling out an application to join the Mount Kisco fire department,” Finn stated, his eyes lowering back to the form and then darting back to your face, waiting for your reaction.

You put your fork down and wiped your mouth on your napkin, your face breaking out into a grin. At your smile, Finn lit up, his own face splitting into that grin that still made your stomach do a flip.

“Do you think it’s a good idea? I mean, do you think I could do it?” he asked.

“Of course I think you can do it,” you answered just as excitedly as he had asked. “And I can’t tell you how proud I am of you for wanting to do something for the community. You know the Mount Kisco VFD does the fire and safety program for our students? They seem like a great group of guys.”

“Tobey’s cousin, Mac, volunteers there, so I talked to him about it. He said they’re always looking for new members.”

You got up and wrapped your arms around Finn’s neck and kissed his temple.

“I love you, babe. You’re always surprising me in the best ways.”

“Love you, too,” Finn said, looking up at you with bright eyes, his face still shining with happiness.

* * * * *

“How was it?” you asked from the sofa as Finn came in the door after his first Monday night meeting at the firehall.

“It was great! The guys are cool and Mac made it a point to show me around. I even got fitted for my gear tonight.”

Your eyebrow shot up. In all of your happiness that Finn was getting another interest other than cars, you had completely forgotten he would be donning a firefighter’s uniform. The pants. The boots. The helmet. Goddamn, he would look so hot—

“Hmm? What was that?” you asked, having completely missed what he was saying.

“It’s an app—on your phone. So anytime there’s a call, it comes right through and you can see all the details.”

“That’s cool, babe. Way better than a pager or something bulky you’d have to wear around.”

“Is it wrong I can’t wait for a call? I mean, I don’t want anything bad to happen. I’m just excited to go. And you know what?”

“What?”

“They need drivers. Granted, it’s not a mustang, but how cool would it be to drive a firetruck? I just have to take an EVOC class and boom—I can drive a truck.”

“And here I thought you were excited about something other than cars. You’re just finding bigger vehicles to drive,” you said with a laugh.

“Even bigger than the Beast,” Finn said with wide eyes and an even wider smile.

You laughed and leaned into Finn’s side, settling into his familiar warmth as you snuggled up on the couch. As the two of you relaxed and watched some TV, your mind couldn’t help but wander back to the thought of Finn in his gear, sweaty and dirty from putting out a fire, those too-big pants with their little suspenders, and a helmet covering his curly hair.

You gripped his thigh and smiled to yourself, thinking that this was turning out to be the best idea Finn ever had.

* * * * *

Finn had been a member of the fire department for a few months when he sent you an excited message while you were at school to tell you he was finally headed to fight his first fire. He had been so attentive at his trainings and he hadn’t missed a single Monday night meeting since he joined; while you were a little worried, you knew he was well-prepared, and you knew he was in good hands.

Your day went by in its typical blur of balancing too many tasks and answering too many questions too many times, so that you had almost forgotten Finn had texted you about his first fire. As it turned out, he had ridden to the station with Mac and was wondering if you could pick him up on your way home so Mac didn’t have to drive in the opposite direction of his own house.

You told him no problem and asked the how call went.

F: Garage fire—ironic, huh? lol

You chuckled and shook your head while gathering up your things.

When you pulled into the fire station, the trucks were in the parking lot being washed and the hoses were laid out getting drained before they got rolled back up. Finn was busy straightening out one of the hoses and your mouth fell open at the sight of him.

His hair was mussed, curls sticking out and up with some sticking to his sweaty forehead. He had discarded his bulky fire coat, but his pants and boots were still on, his pants held up by red suspenders.

You could see the muscles shifting underneath his tight t-shirt as he picked up one of the rollers to begin squeezing out the hoses. His biceps flexed as he clamped down the roller, and you could see a vein or two standing out on his forearm when he began to walk along the hose.

Fuck me, you thought.

You took a deep breath and walked closer to Finn, some of the other guys checking you out as you walked by. As soon as Finn noticed you, he greeted you with that megawatt smile, and you noticed that his forehead and his cheeks were smudged with soot.

“Looks like you saw some action,” you said trying to keep your voice steady.

“It was great—I mean not great, like the people’s garage burnt down, but you really shouldn’t leave anything plugged in, especially in a garage. Speaking of unplugging things, did you remember to unplug the microwave? Three housefires started last year from microwaves.”

Finn didn’t even give you a chance to reply before he continued.

“Anyway, we masked up in the truck, and when we got there we could see smoke coming from the building, so after we got the hose off the truck, we crawled in and looked for the fire and it was coming from the back wall so my partner opened up the nozzle, I was in the middle on the hose, and—

Finn stopped as an older man approached.

“Hey—Chuckie, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Chuckie is one of the Assistant Chiefs.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said, giving him a small wave and a smile

Chuckie returned your smile and said, “Well, Finny here didn’t lie. You’re clearly much too good for the likes of him.”

You shook your head in disagreement, but Chuckie only laughed and turned to bark out an order to another fireman.

“I’ve just gotta finish rolling this hose, then I’ll be ready to go,” Finn said.

“Take your time—I’m enjoying the show,” you said with a wink, which earned you another one of those smiles from your boyfriend.

You watched as Finn worked, occasionally chatting with some of the guys as they introduced themselves. Eventually, Finn came out of the firehouse dressed in his usual clothes.

“Can’t wait to shower,” he said as he sat down in the passenger seat.

“You keep your gear at the fire station?” you casually asked as you put the car in gear.

“Most of the guys do, yeah. Unless they’re officers or older members. Some of them keep their gear on them and drive right to the call.”

“So, could you, uh, bring it home sometime?”

You could feel Finn’s eyes on you and you knew you were blushing.

“What a bad girl,” Finn said, his voice low and sexy. “You wanna play rescue?”

You laughed and snuck a glance at him before returning your eyes to the road.

“Pardon me, but who still asks me to wear that pirate wench costume from Halloween?”

“Babe! I am not complaining! It’s just that you don’t suggest things often so I’m kinda…surprised at this particular request.”

“All I’m doing is innocently asking a question. How you interpret that question is entirely on you.”

“Uh, huh,” Finn said, and you could hear the cockiness in his voice without even looking over to see his smirk.

* * * * *

Who the fuck is knocking on the door at midnight? you thought as you checked your phone. You rolled over and felt for Finn, but he wasn’t in bed. Being that he was the lighter sleeper out of the two of you, you figured he was on his way to answer the door.

Except that the knocking continued.

You groaned as you got up, not bothering to add pants. If it was one of the idiots from the garage, they could deal with you in your t-shirt and underwear since it was so goddamn late. You wondered what they could possibly want as you pulled back the curtain of the little window that framed your front door.

But it wasn’t anyone from the garage.

It was Finn—in his firefighter gear.

Fuck me, you thought as a wave of desire shot through you, waking you up better than any alarm clock ever had.

You swallowed audibly before opening the door slowly, and Finn pushed his way in.

“There’s been a report of a smell of smoke coming from inside this residence, Miss.”

“Uhhh,” you said as your eyes roved over his fully uniformed body, practically dying at the site of him in his helmet.

“So, there’s no danger, Miss? You do know you could get in trouble for falsely calling for the fire service?”

“Uhhh,” you said again, struggling to slip into this role because your boyfriend looked like a fucking calendar model come to life in your entryway.

“Miss?”

“Uh, trouble, no—no, I don’t want any trouble.”

“You don’t want any trouble?” Finn said slowly, his face still serious.

“No, I don’t.”

“Then I guess we’ll need to work something out,” Finn said, biting his lip and opening his fire coat.

Your breathing was shallow. Your chest and your cheeks were flushed, and your hands were balled into tiny, tight fists.

“Babe—are you okay?” Finn said breaking his role and looking genuinely concerned.

“You’re just so fucking hot, Finn. I can’t—Oh god. I can barely function.”

Finn fought hard not to laugh at the state you had worked yourself into, but damned if he wasn’t already half-hard knowing how excited you were just at seeing him in his gear.

You watched as his face shifted back to serious and he resumed his role.

“You look a little feint, Miss. I should probably get you back to bed.”

You nodded, and Finn shot forward to scoop you up, bridal style.

“Which way to the bedroom?” he breathed in that sexy voice of his.

“Up the stairs. To the left,” you said with a shaky voice.

“You mean the right,” Finn whispered, his eyes dancing with mirth.

“Fuck. Yeah. To the right.”

You watched him, the muscles in his neck straining as he carried you, his jaw set in a determined line not to break character.

Once he got to your room, he laid you gently on the bed, and as he had carried you up the stairs, you had willed yourself to pull it the fuck together, so when Finn stepped back and asked if you needed anything else, you sat up a little against the headboard and let your knees fall open.

“I’d really like to thank you for your time,” you said in a surprisingly steady voice.

Finn’s eyes lost their laughter as they darkened with desire. He reached up and took his helmet off, tossing it on the floor as he ran a hand through his hair. His coat followed next and he was left in the same state as when you first saw him—his black undershirt a perfect background for his bright red suspenders that held up his firemen’s pants.

Finn kicked off his boots before crawling onto the bed and between your legs, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You wrapped your legs around those big, stiff pants and moaned, your mind filling with the vision of Finn out there in the parking lot, rolling up a hose, sweaty and dirty.

The kiss was filthy and left you both panting for breath, your body in complete control now, wanting nothing more than to fuck your fireman.

“I want you,” you breathed, your hands on Finn’s face, scratching at the little bit of stubble that lined his jaw.

He pressed into you, kissing you again, but this time he soon left your lips in favor of kissing down your neck, sucking tiny little spots of skin into his mouth, not enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to make your hips buck into his. As he was kissing your neck, you slid your hands over and under his suspenders, enjoying the feel of the material on your fingertips before pushing them off of his shoulders.

Finn was working his way further down your body, your t-shirt now pushed up over your bare breasts. You reached down and pulled it off, flinging it to the other side of the room.

Finn looked up, his lips wet, his mouth just a little open as his eyes ran over your naked torso.

He crawled back off the bed and moved around to stand at the side. He reached over and pulled your legs so you were angled over the edge of the bed now. You straightened out and he didn’t hesitate before pulling off your already soaked underwear. He tossed them behind him and got on his knees.

You moaned as Finn positioned your legs over his shoulders and lowered his mouth to your wet sex. He slowly licked over your outer lips, circling and teasing before he moved to your entrance, your wetness coating his tongue and making him moan, the vibrations sending a shiver through your body.

“So fucking wet,” he said as he moved his tongue up to flick across your clit.

“Oh my god, Finn—I’m gonna—FUCK!”

You came hard on his tongue with a look on your face that showed how shocked you were at coming so quickly, which made Finn chuckle as he stood and wiped his mouth with his hand.

He finally shucked off his t-shirt but paused with his hands on the button of his firemen’s pants.

“You want me to leave these on?”

A breathy, gargle of a moan was the only answer you were able to give him as he unbuttoned the pants…which then promptly fell to the floor.

“Shit,” he said, looking at his feet.

“Leave them,” you said through a laugh at the look on his face. “I really just need your cock right now.”

Finn groaned as he stepped out of his pants and then pulled his underwear off, his cock hard and ready to give you exactly what you asked for.

Finn pulled you forward and lined up with your entrance, the bed the perfect height for him to fuck you while he stood.

He hooked his arms under your knees and pulled you onto his cock, slowly, his eyes slipping shut as the heat of you surrounded him.

You both groaned, and you stretched up above your head to clutch at the sheets as Finn began to fuck you in earnest. He reached for your ankles, spreading your legs into a perfect V so he would watch himself fuck you.

You looked up at him, his arms outstretched like fucking Jesus on the cross but with your ankles in each hand, his face a perfect mess of blissed out pleasure, and you thought you could come from that image for the rest of your life.

Finn thrust his hips into again and again until you felt him hitting that sweet spot inside, and you felt that familiar build of pressure around your core, and this time you knew your orgasm was coming, tearing through your body like an electric shock of pleasure.

You knew the instant your walls contracted around Finn that he was done, his hips stuttering as he came inside of you, breathing out your name over and over until he had pumped every last bit of cum into your swollen pussy.

Finn collapsed next to you, his muscular chest rising and falling, highlighted by a slight sheen of sweat as he caught his breath.

You appeared over him, peppering soft kisses along his jaw, and when you got to his ear you whispered, “Thank you.”

Finn opened his eyes and turned to look at you, his grin quickly turning to a laugh as he reached out and swiped at your nose.

“You’ve got soot on your face.”

“I wondered what that smell was, but I was way too distracted to ask.”

“Firefighting is dirty work.”

“Soot. Grease. Welcome to my life. But you know what?”

“What?”

“I wouldn’t trade it for the world,” you said, your words pulling that gorgeous smile from Finn as he leaned over to kiss you, his hand cupping your face.

#Finn #finn x reader #female reader #rami malek #rami malek character #A Need For Speed

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Hope ~ Peter Parker (pt. II)

Summary: it’s been five years since the Decimation, and a lot has changed. Y/N has yet to give up hope and move on from the death of her best friend and the love of her life, Peter Parker. But when Ant-Man reappears from being stuck from the quantum realm, could there be a way to reverse the effects of the snap, and bring everyone back?

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Warnings: INFINITY WAR AND ENDGAME SPOILERS, swearing as always, sort of mentions PTSD and depression, angst, sad, dad!tony x daughter!reader, doesn’t really follow endgame canon

Word Count: 4910 (13.7 pages)

A/N: had to repost because for some reason the tags weren’t working lol. Anyways hope you enjoy! Tony isn’t actually the reader’s dad, but he sort of takes her in after the decimation y’know.

If you haven’t read the first part I would suggest reading that first before reading this one! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

READ PART 1 HERE

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Five Years Later…

Y/N pried her eyes open, feeling the warmth of the summer sun soaking into her room. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes before stretching her arms over her head. She lay back down, confining into the comfiness of her mattress, turning to her side to see the time on her alarm clock, which read 10:03 am. It was a little later than she usually woke up, but she did fall asleep a little later than usual last night.

Y/N threw the covers off of her body, standing up and stretching her arms over her head, the oversized white shirt she wore rising up her thighs. She walked over and grabbed a pair of shorts, slipping them on under the shirt, although the illusion that there were no pants remained. She walked back beside her bed and unplugged her phone, grabbing it off the table. She pressed the button which illuminated the screen. She smiled at the background, the one that used to make her cry every time she saw his face. Pocketing her phone, Y/N opened the wooden door and walked down the hallway, the cold floor tickling the bottom of her feet.

Soon she could here pitter patter of small feet hitting the hardwood floor. Small giggles echoed off the walls throughout the house, the sound could bring a smile to anyone’s face. As she turned a corner into the kitchen, she found the source of the sounds, the young girl turning quickly, her laughter increasing as she flings herself onto Y/N.

“Y/N!” Morgan screams as the girl mentioned crouched down to pick up the four-year-old, placing her on her hip. Morgan Stark had become like a little sister to the woman and had helped her through more than the little girl could ever understand. Y/N placed a kiss on the younger girls messy brown curls, bringing her into the kitchen.

“Good morning, Morgan,” she says, smiling at her as she gets a small toothy grin back. Y/N sways with the girl still on her hip to the soft melody of the music playing in the kitchen, spinning around every once in a while, causing a string of laughter to escape the child’s lips. “What are you up to this morning.” Y/N dropped the girl back onto the floor gently, thought Morgan still held tightly onto Y/N’s hand, dragging her further into the room, where you see two other familiar faces.

“Daddy is making pancakes!” Morgan says, giggling as she goes up to her parents. Y/N laughs, going over to Pepper Stark and giving her a kiss on the cheek before replying.

“Oh boy. That must not be good,” she jokes as Morgan pulls on her father’s sleeve, causing Tony Stark to lean down and pick up the girl who was curious about the process of flipping the batter. Tony turned around to face Y/N, a girl who he’s become close enough to consider a daughter as well, an expression of faux hurt painted on his face.

“I take offence to that,” he says sarcastically, tilting his head. “I am the ultimate maker of pancakes, and I’d bet you’d love them.” Y/N laughed, shaking her head and passing by him, bumping his shoulder lightly.

“I’ll stick with cereal, thanks,” she says. Tony scoffs, his attention going back to the now burnt pancake as he urgently tries to flip it. Morgan slips out of her fathers’ arms and goes over to Y/N, tugging you down to whisper into her ear.

“I think you and mommy are much better at pancakes than daddy,” she says not-so-discreetly. Pepper laughed from the other side of the kitchen, taking out plates and cutlery to set the table with as Tony brings his attention back to his stubborn daughter. He furrows his eyebrows, looking at the girl as she stared back at him, her nose scrunching up and a giggle escaping her lips. Tony rolled his eyes as he goes back to the task on hand: breakfast.

“Wow, betrayed by my own daughter,” he says, using the spatula to put all the pancakes on a plate before pointing the flat handed tool at her. “Just for that, you are getting the burnt pancake.” Morgan laughed again, going down and grabbing onto Tony’s leg, clinging onto him like a monkey.

“Nooooo, daddy,” she smiled as he walked, slowly with the extra weight of the toddler on one leg, to the kitchen table. Y/N decided to make his life a little easier and take the plate and put it on the table, before sitting down in her usual spot. She lifts up Morgan, after pulling her off of her dad’s leg and placed her into the high chair so she can reach the table. She placed a smaller pancake onto the little girl’s plate, cutting it up in little squares for her before grabbing one for herself and doing the same. The house was silent, the only sounds being the soft music still playing from the kitchen radio and the soft sound of chewing and forks scraping against the ceramic plates. After a few minutes when everyone except Morgan finished her food (it was harder since she lost her tooth just a week ago), a conversation started to flow.

“Oh, Y/N,” Tony interrupts the quiet, catching the girls attention as her eyes go up from her plate pooled in syrup to meet his. “Nat wants you at the compound this weekend for some training. It’s been a while since you’ve gone.” Y/N nodded, making a mental note.

“Yeah. Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I miss those dorks,” she laughed, and Tony smiled. Although he still wasn’t on the greatest terms with the rest of the Avengers team, he’s happy that she had gotten closer to them all. It really was true that the team was like a family to her, they’ve all helped her so much the past few years, more than they know. Even the ones who she had just met the first day she came to the compound, and the ones she didn’t get along with at first.

“Alright, great. I’ll send her a message,” Tony says as he pulls out his phone, which was quickly snatched from Pepper, explaining how “there are no phones at the table, you can do that after,” earning an eye roll from the billionaire, but accepting the rule none the less.

Y/N grabbed the empty plates and went over into the kitchen, washing them in the sink. As she was drying them with a towel and putting them onto a dish rack, a photo caught her eye. She placed the plate she was cleaning and reached up to grab it on the shelf, having to go on her toes just a bit.

The frame held a photo of Tony and her old friend Peter Parker, who had died after the snap. It was the two of them holding Peter’s Stark Internship certificate, both smiling goofily and holding bunny ears on top of the others head. Y/N had never seen the photo before and wondered why Tony had never shown her before, or how she had never noticed it before, although it did seem to be hiding behind everything else.

“I love that picture,” Tony said from behind her. Y/N almost dropped the frame in surprise, quickly turning around to face the older man. “It’s okay, you’re not in trouble. I just hide it because it makes me sort of emotional seeing it,” he explains, his eyes not leaving the photo. Y/N could only nod, watching as tears start to form in his eyes.

“This is a great photo, it’s very… him, y'know?” Y/N says as she tries to smile at him. Her eyes also trailed back to the photo, noticing how happy he looked. “I remember when he came home with that, he was so proud… He really loved you, Tony.” She confessed, now not even trying to hold back tears. Tony smiled softly, finally ripping his gaze to look at the girl, only to see her own eyes looking at the boy in the frame.

“He loved you too,” he says, so quietly she almost missed him saying it. “You both loved each other so much, I could tell even when I first met you. And I know you still do.” The words made a sob escape her mouth. It had been a long time since she had cried for Peter, not that she was sad that he was gone, but she had finally accepted that he was gone. He was never coming back, and although it was harsh it was the truth, no matter how hard she and the other Avengers tried to find a way to reverse what happened. Y/N pursed her mouth into a thin line, squeezing her eyes shut to try and control herself as she nodded at Tony’s words. They were true, he was right.

Although he was gone- and she realized and accepted that a long time ago- she could never stop loving him, maybe in a way more than she was supposed to.

Tony watched the girl trying to hold herself together in front of him. It was sad but even sadder that he had gotten used to the sight. But trying to fix her was like trying to put an expensive vase back together with craft glue, as much as you try and even though it will hold for a moment, everything will come crashing down again, breaking even more than before. Tony held her shoulder, before pulling her into his chest, letting her cry into his chest. He could feel his shirt getting wet from the salty tears but he didn’t mind. He closed his eyes, letting a few warm tears of his own slide down his cheeks, disappearing into the girl’s hair.

They stood there for a few moments, letting her calm down in his arms. Once she stopped shaking, he pressed a kiss to the side of her head, before pulling her away from him, holding her by the shoulders again. She looked back at him, her eyes already bloodshot. She sighed, closing her eyes in a longer-than-normal blink.

“Do you miss him?” She asks him quietly, although she knew the answer. He smiles, nodding at her question.

“Of course,” he says, replying in a small voice so she wouldn’t hear it crack. “To be honest, there isn’t a day that has gone by in the past five years that I hadn’t thought of him at least once, or what happened.” Y/N nodded, her eyes dropping onto the floor, letting out a cold laugh.

“Yeah me too,” she sniffles, wiping her extra tears away before her eyebrows pull together in confusion, looking back at Tony. “God, has it really been five years already?” She asked, thinking of all that has happened. Tony laughs, nodding.

“I know right, all feels like yesterday,” he says, not really meaning it in the way your mother would say after explaining a fond memory from when you were a child. It was meant more in a way like the event was so tragic that it stuck with and haunted not only the two, but everyone who had lost someone that day.

“Daddy?” a little high-pitched voice says from the kitchen entrance. The two looked over to see Morgan standing at the doorway, a stuffed bunny hanging limply from one of her hands, dragging along the floor. “Are you okay?” she asked, this time the question was directed more at the other person in the room. Y/N gave her a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, of course,” she said, crouching down so Morgan could run into her arms. Y/N placed the ever-growing girl on her hip and she kissed her cheek, the girl in her arms immediately making her feel so much better. “I was just thinking of my friend, remember I told you about uncle Peter?” Morgan nodded, smiling.

“Spidey!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands. Y/N smiled, a laugh escaping her own lips as she nodded. Even though the girl had never met Peter, she already loved him, always listening intently to all the stories Y/N told about him and his adventures as Spider-Man. Tony smiled at his two daughters, even though one wasn’t his blood, he loved them both. He went over and patted Y/N on the back, kissing Morgan’s still messy hair.

“I’m gonna go text Nat that you’ll be there tomorrow,” he said, winking at the smaller girl being held by her. He walked out of the room, leaving the two girls. Y/N bounced Morgan on her hip a bit before turning to her.

“How about we got get you dressed, okay?” Y/N suggests. Morgan nods, placing her head on her shoulder, closing her eyes. Y/N smiled at the girl, carrying her to her room to pick out a nice outfit for her and maybe even do her hair.

~~~

“Oof.”

Y/N hit the ground hard after her legs were swept from under her. She groaned, propping herself up on her elbows and blinking to make the stars appearing in her vision fade away. Over her stood the red/blonde woman, Natasha Romanoff. She shook her head, although she had a small smile on her lips.

“You gotta pay more attention, Y/N,” she said, holding a hand out for the girl under her to grab. Y/N only rolled her eyes. “You can’t let your enemy see your weaknesses, you can’t give them a chance to take over you.” Y/N reached up to grab Natasha’s hand, only to pull her down and roll over, pulling her arm behind her back in a lock, standing on her knees over her.

“How’s that for seeing my weakness?” Y/N asked sarcastically, smiling down at Natasha, who had the side of her face squished down on the mat below them, unable to move from the position Y/N had her trapped in. Although half of her face was pressed against the mat, she could see the smirk growing on her trainer’s face. She tries to nod the best she can in her current situation.

“Well done, Y/N,” she compliments, trying to kick herself up again to set the girl off, but was only met with a foot on her back to keep her side. “You’ve learned so well the past few years.” Y/N finally let her go, releasing her grip on her wrist and taking her foot off of Nat’s back. She quickly jumped up, dusting herself off and looking back at the girl, who shrugged.

“I learn from the best,” Y/N says, winking at her as they both make their way out of the training room into the locker room connected. Nat smirked as looked over and offered her a towel, before grabbing one for herself.

“And this is why you’re my favourite one here,” she laughs. The two of them get changed into your normal clothes before going into the conference room. Natasha sat down in a chair and called Rocket, Okoye, Nebula, Carol and Rhodey while Y/N offered to go to the kitchen to make them both a peanut-butter sandwich, to which she happily agreed to one. She quickly went in the kitchen and pulled out four sliced of bread, lightly buttering them before putting on a smack load of peanut butter on two and a little bit less of jam on the other two. She put the peanut butter and jam slices together, making two sandwiches, and also poured the two of them a glass of chocolate milk.

Y/N’s past experience with being a waitress at Delmar’s made carrying all of the items easy, setting a plate and a glass down in front of her mentor before taking a seat beside her and putting down her own. By the time she got back, only Rhodey was standing, talking to her about who she assumed was Hawkeye, or used to be Hawkeye. Natasha sat teary-eyed while talking to the War Machine.

“Will you tell me where he’s going next?” She asked, voice shaky. Y/N felt horrible for her, knowing that they used to be close and she couldn’t imagine what it must be like to have your best friend turn into something you thought they weren’t. She couldn’t even imagine if Peter had gone off randomly killing people just for the hell of it, but she knew it would destroy her too.

“Nat…” Rhodey trailed off, giving her a silent warning to her actions. But she persisted.

“Please,” she asked again. Rhodey looked at her with sad eyes for a second before responding with a small “okay,” and walking off the screen, the blue light dissolving. Nat out her head in her hand, trying to hold herself together. Y/N reached out and placed a soft hand on her arm. She knew Natasha wasn’t exactly one who found physical contact more comforting like she did, but Nat looked over and gave her a smile, putting her bigger hand on top of hers.

“I’d offer to cook you dinner, but you already look horrible,” Steve says, leaning on the doorframe. He gives Y/N a smile, to which she returned before they both brought their attention back to Natasha. She looked up at him, rolling her eyes as they had small banter. Y/N drowned out of the conversation, focusing on the small meal she prepped for herself before something caught her eye.

“Hey, there’s someone at the door?” Y/N said, pointing at the notification that popped up from the table. Nat swiped it to open the front door camera and was met with a sight that none of them were expecting.

“Hi? Hi! Is anyone home?“The voice of Ant-Man called from the screen. Y/N had to rub her eyes because from what she remembered Scott Lang had disappeared too after the Decimation, yet there he stood, just outside the front door. She stood up immediately, checking for a date on the camera.

"Is this an old message?” she asked, and she didn’t know what answer she was expecting. Hell, she didn’t even know what answer she wanted to hear. Natasha and Steve stood as well.

“It’s at the front gate,” Nat said breathlessly. Y/N shook her head, her ears starting to ring and her head feeling dizzy but she paid no mind as she sprinted out the door, going to see Scott Lang, the two Avengers followed closely behind her.

~~~

Y/N, Natasha, Steve, Scott and Tony stood on the latter’s porch outside his new house in woods, the same one you had been in just a day ago. Scott was trying to explain how he was stuck in the quantum realm for the past five years, even though it was only a few hours for him. He then used this information and thought about how you might be able to use that to go back in time and reverse what happened. The idea was extremely intriguing to the girl, thinking of the possibility for if it were to work. But she didn’t want to get her hopes up too much.

Because last time she put all of her hope into something, it ended up destroying her.

“That’s not how quantum physics works,” Tony sums up. Y/N sat in a chair beside him, taking in his words but not really processing them. She picked on her lip in a nervous habit as she undevotedly listened into the conversation.

“Tony,” Nat steps in, standing up. “We have to take a stand.”

“We did stand,” he replies quietly, looking down at his hands before looking back at the group. He glances at the girl beside him. “And yet here we are.”

“I know you got a lot on the line; you’ve got a wife, a daughter. But I lost someone very important to me, a lot of people did,” Scott said, the statement catching her attention as she stared at him, pleading him to go on. He spares a glance at her, he’s going through the same thing she was. “But now we have a chance to bring her back, to bring everyone back! And you’re telling me that you won’t even-”

“That’s right, Scott, I won’t,” Tony interrupts his speech. Y/N looked at him in disbelief.

“But Tony, what if-” Y/N tries to speak in, but Tony interrupts once again.

“I said NO, Y/N!” he says, his face turning red as he looks at her. “Kid, you don’t understand. It’s never gonna work, okay? It’s not worth the risk!”

“I’m not a kid, anymore! Stop calling me that!” She yells back. “And I don’t give a shit about what you think. We have a chance! I’m gonna do whatever I can to get him back, and honestly, I thought you would too…” her words are silenced by her trying to hold back her sobs as she standing up, the metal patio chair scratching harshly on the porch before storming off the balcony and down the driveway. She ran down the dirt road and into a path of trees that she’s grown familiar with, it would be her safe spot when she first arrived at the cottage with Tony and Pepper and the sound of the nature around her and the green tinted light from through the leaves of the trees would silence her crying.

After a few minutes, she sees Steve emerge from the thick packet of trees. He walks over to the girl hunched over herself, the sun perfectly reflecting the tear tracks staining her cheeks, and crouches down in front of her, squeezing her arm in reassurance.

“We’re gonna be on our way now,” Steve says quietly, causing the girl to look him in the eye. “Tony wanted to know if you’re still staying for the week. I think it’d be good for both of you.” Y/N averted her gaze back to the mossy forest floor and nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a few minutes,” she says, her voice drowned out by the rustling of the 50-foot trees in the warm wind. Steve wouldn’t have heard it if his hearing wasn’t enhanced by the super serum, as well as pretty much all of his other senses. He gave her another pat on the shoulder, before standing up and making his way back to the little cottage. Y/N sat in the clearing, watching the small river flowing steadily just a few inches beside her, the quiet trickling of water crashing over small pebbles steadying her nerves. She closed her eyes, intrapping herself in the sounds surrounding her, wondering why her life couldn’t always be this peaceful and carefree.

After she felt she was good to go, she carefully stood up, walking through the shrubs and out of the woods, walking back down the rocky driveway and opening the screen door. She smiled at Pepper, who offered her a grilled cheese and garden salad for lunch, but Y/N politely declined, telling her that she’d be downstairs.

In the basement is where Tony’s little lab was set up. She liked to come in every once in a while when she was bored or had nothing to do, helping Tony with new technology or even updating her protocol suit. She never even put it on, but she had it ready just in case. Tony called it the “Silk” suit. The design was very similar to that of Spiderman’s, but instead had the colours of white, black, and pinkish-red. The torso was white, with light webbing details in the red, and of course the infamous symbol in the middle of the chest. The arms and legs were black, with light white webbing details that could only be seen when reflecting light, and lightning like designs coming down on the shoulders and things in the same colour. And the last detail was a thin material that covered half her face, which was a beautiful shade of red. It was breathable, but still a tight fit to reassure that it wouldn’t fall from her face and reveal her identity while fighting.

She walked up to the suit, which was encased in glass and stood proudly beside past suits of Peter’s. Her slim fingers delicately traced against the glass, admiring all the tiny specifics of the suit, and how the webbing reflecting a certain way in the light. She averted her gaze to walk over to the glass table, to do what she really came here for.

What Scott had said about using the quantum realm for time travel had intrigued her, and although Tony couldn’t see how it could ever work, Y/N had seen it as an opportunity. She brought up the pop-up screen and started making models, mixing certain materials and chemicals to see if anything could be stable enough to go through with the idea. She spent hours with her head swarming with possibilities, trying every single combination. And soon enough 1 in the afternoon became almost 11 at night, but it made no difference to her. Y/N let out a long yawn, rubbing her eyes before speaking to FRIDAY again.

“Hey, FRIDAY, one more sim before I head off for the night,” Y/N spoke to the AI, turning the holographic model, looking for points of improvement. “Umm, try an… inverted mobius strip? Please?” Y/N watched as the hologram shifted and turned into the shape she asked for, turning the model around and inspecting certain particles. “Also, do you mind giving me the eigenvalue of that particle there? Factor it into the spectral decomp, yeah.” Y/N points at a certain point, which shifts immediately after she says the command.

“Processing, this might take a few minutes,” FRIDAY responded, changing the model into different structures to see if any of them fit with the girl’s idea. Y/N watches intently, not noticing the small Stark girl climbing down the stairs looking for her sister. She sat on the steps, watching her work. It reminded her a lot of her dad.

“Don’t worry if it doesn’t work out. I’ll be back on it tomorrow,” Y/N states, looking down at the glass table, watching the reflection of the changing model. After another minute or so, FRIDAY finishes up, a sound notification letting her know that the model had rendered. When she looked up she couldn’t believe her eyes, bringing her hands up to her mouth and falling into the chair behind her. There, in big letters stood tall and proud.

‘MODEL SUCCESSFUL’

Y/N felt tears spring up into her eyes, staring at the large words printed beside the efficient time travelling device she created herself. “Shit,” she spoke quietly into her hands, before springing up again and starting to pace around the table, a smile making its way onto her face. “Holy shit! Fuck! Oh my god, oh my…” she rambled on, spewing profanities as she looked onto the device until she heard the smaller voice.

“Shit!” Morgan said from the stairs. Y/N whipped her head around, shock taking over her features. She shook her head, giving Morgan a stern look.

“Morgan, no no no, we don’t say those words, okay?” She said, as Morgan stood up and walked over to her, Y/N going up to her as well. “Those are very bad words, I shouldn’t have even said them.” Morgan only giggled at her.

“Fuck!” she said and then laughed. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, thinking of how yes, she was most definitely a Stark. Y/N picked her up, shushing her before bringing her over to look at the model.

“Yeah, fuck is right,” she whispered, more to herself. She felt Morgan lean on her shoulder, probably trying to fall asleep. Y/N held the little girl close to her, rocking her back and forth to soothe her to sleep as she felt hot tears fall off her cheeks. She sat back down on the chair, still carefully holding Morgan as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, silent sobs raking through her body. She didn’t really know how to feel, but she felt the need to cry.

Tony came down a few minutes later, he saw Y/N crying on the chair, still holding his sleeping daughter, and beelined towards her. “Hey, Y/N calm down, okay. What’s wrong?” Y/N could only shake her head, looking at him before looking back at the screen. Ton looked behind him as well. He straightened his legs quickly standing up and turning towards the model. “Holy shit,” he whispered, looking back at her for a second before turning his attention to the screen again.

Y/N stood up with him and leaned into his side. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his embrace as he continued to stare at the model, not even bothering to blink. He placed a kiss to the top of her head, before guiding them up the stairs and into their bedrooms, Y/N saying she didn’t mind if Morgan slept with her that night.

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The Lady in Black Leather (chapter 10)

The Lady in Black Leather (chapter 9)

All too soon your alarm is going off and you moan and shut it off. You roll over and then stretch and get up. You yawn as you grab your phone, unplug it and head into the bathroom. You look down at your phone and see someone texted you.

You open the text to see: “Morning! Thought you might like to have these” then there was a series of pictures. You with Phantom, you with Amanda and Scarlett dancing as if it was taken from the deck, and one of you, Scarlett, Amanda, Aiden, Rich, and Martin dancing to Pretty woman and another of you six dancing to the Abba songs from last night. You don’t recognize the number and text back, “Thanks for the pictures of the fun afternoon and evening I had, but Who is this?”

A couple moments later you get a reply, “Who else, Lass? Lol.”

You grin and text back, “Graham?”

and a moment later you get, “😉 see you in a little while, Sweetheart.”

You giggle. He reminds you a lot of your dad. “You wonder if he misses his family. You feel bad he is always the odd duck in your group. Everyone is paired off except him.” You wonder what he thinks about when he sees all of you dancing happily. Does he dance with his woman when he sees her? You wonder what she is like, and what his family is like.

You get ready for work and re-braid your hair in a pair of French braids. You laugh when your 6am alarm goes off in the middle of the last braid, causing you to roll your eyes and let it make noise till your hands were freed from your hair.

You dig through your closet and put on a black t-shirt, your leather corset with the metal hooks and your tight black leather pants. You don your leather jacket and look at your jewelry. You put on a black choker with a sapphire stone on the front, then your set of sapphire studs your Dad gave you for your last birthday he celebrated with you before he had the heart attack.

You sigh and say, “I miss you Dad.” You head into the bathroom and put on your smokey eye makeup and dab on your ylang-ylang perfume oil. You grab your high heel boots and put them on then grab your phone and head out into the living area. You spot your messenger bag on the counter where Richard left it along with your keys.

You see a note from Aiden and Scarlett thanking you for letting them tag along yesterday and thanking you for the fun they had last night.

Aiden scribbled at the bottom of the note. “Haven’t seen Richard so goofy in a loooonnnnggg time! You’re amazing! Thanks for getting him to cut loose and have some fun for a change! =)”

You chuckle and tuck the note into your messenger bag. Digging in the fridge, you find something for breakfast and sit down by Richard’s flowers he gave you and you smile. You pull out your phone, take a selfie of you with the flowers from him and type, “Thinking of you, Sweet Cheeks! 😉 Have a good day at work, Love!”

He replies back, “Mornin’ Sunshine 😊! Same to you. Can’t wait to see you after work! Love you! Xoxo! -Rich”

You smile and look around the apartment. You wonder what the day holds for you today.

When you finish eating, you go and brush your teeth and apply some lip gloss, then head back to the kitchen. You notice a text and open it.

It’s from Graham. “Be there in a few minutes if you want to head down. I’ll meet you by the doors.”

You reply, “Ok, Pops, be there in a jiffy. 😉

You grab your stuff and head out, locking the door and skipping to the elevator. You wait for it and then ride it down to the ground floor. When you exit it, you see Graham waiting by the doors for you in leather chaps and Kevlar jacket. He grins and comes walking over.

“Morning, Sweetheart! You look spunky today! Ready to ride?’ he grins. You nod and he follows you outside. You look around confused. “Graham? Where’s the car?” you ask.

He grins and says, “No car today, Lass…” he points at the Harley Motorcycle and you let out a squeal. “Oh my GOSH!!! I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before!”

Graham chuckles and picks you up and sets you on the back seat. He shows you where to put your feet and hands you a helmet. “Here, put it on. It has a microphone and earpiece in it so we can hear each other talking.” He tells you.

You nod and put it on. He puts his on and gets on the bike. “Hang on to my waist tightly, Lass. You definitely do not want to fall off!” he tells you as he tilts the bike upright. You hug his waist tightly, making him chuckle again.

Graham starts up the bike and you jump. “Wow, they are loud!” you say grinning. He just nods and chuckles. “Ready?” he asks you.

“Yup,” you reply.

He puts it in gear and the two of you take off. You squeeze his waist as the bike lurches forward and you let out a squeak of surprise making Graham laugh.

“Oh my gosh! This is SO FUN!” you tell him after a little bit.

“I figured you’d like it. Your name suits you, Lass.” He says with a chuckle. “I had fun watching you all dancing last night. You are the first one to get Amanda out on the dance floor for more than one song since Martin met her!” he tells you. “She raved about you all the rest of the night, Martin told me when I got home.”

You laugh. “Well I had fun with her and Scarlet too! Graham, how come you don’t join us when we go dancing? You always are just standin by the railing, watching.” You ask.

He chuckles. “My dance partner is back home.” He replies. “I don’t need some asshole taking pictures of me dancing with a friend and twisting it into some kind of scandal to ruin my marriage and family.” He tells you. “My wife knows I love her to the moon and back, so do my kids and that I would never want to risk that. I told her about you and she says, “Welcome to the family. She said to tell you that you will always be welcome at our homes whether it’s in New Zealand, America or wherever I’m filming.” He tells you.

“Thanks, Graham… Do you miss them?” you ask.

He sighs and nods, “Aye, Lass, I miss ‘em. But they understand why I travel as much as I do. I try to keep a decent length of time between trips away so I can see my girls grow up. You remind me of my girls.” He tells you.

You give him a squeeze. “You remind me of my Dad. I miss him a lot. He died of a heart attack a few years ago and mom went shortly after.” You tell him. He reaches down and pats your hand and then puts his hand back on the handlebar.

“If ya want a substitute, I’m here for ya, Lass.” He tells you.

“Thanks Pops!” you say cheekily, earning a chuckle from him.

“Want me to drop you off at the studio or at your job.?” He asks when you realize you’re a few blocks from the studio.

“The studio please, I want to walk a little too.” You tell him. He nods and slows down. Pulling up along side the entrance to the studio, you get off the bike not seeing Richard standing by the gate grinning at how sexy you look on the back of a motorcycle.

You hand Graham the helmet. “Thanks for the fun ride, Pops.” You tell him with a smirk.

He grins, “Any time, Lass. See you later.” He tells you. You nod and he watches as you head to the corner, then cross the street. Your steps are in time to ‘Pretty Woman’ which suddenly pops into your head and you grin and happily walk to work, your braids swaying to the music in your head.

Graham chuckles and looks up to see Richard grinning and leaning against the entrance, watching you walk down the street.

Graham walks the bike up into the parking area, Richard following. “Nice bike!” he tells Graham, who chuckles.

“A friend owns it and lets me ride it whenever I want. Thought I’d pick her up on it and show her what a Harley Motorcycle is made of and why her folks named her after it.” He says grinning.

Richard raises an eyebrow. “Aww, don’t get all jealous, Rich. She thinks of me as her substitute dad!” he teases and gives Richard a friendly punch to the arm. “Come on. Let’s get going. The sooner we get recording, the sooner we can get outta here!”

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You happily strut down the sidewalk humming the song stuck in your head and arrive at the shop at 6:55am. You lean against the retaining wall by the front door, and look at the pictures Graham sent you.

You glance up when you see movement out of the corner of your eyes. It’s a sketchy looking person walking on the other side of the street. One that normally wouldn’t be up at this time of the morning. You frown and watch him walk down the street till he is out of your sight. You look back down to your phone and then hear a ‘click’ and look up to see Todd grinning at you.

“Morning Sweetheart! How was your weekend?” he asks as he holds the door open for you and lets you in.

“Morning Todd, it was a great weekend! Look! I got to pick out my guard dog!” you tell him. “His name is Phantom!” you say as you hold out your phone and show him the pictures Graham sent of you and the dog.

Todd chuckles. “He looks like a ball of black fluff! What kind of dog is he?” Todd asks.

“Um… Belgian Something. I can’t remember the names. He was a mix of two different Belgian breeds.” You tell him.

He chuckles. “Well he sure looks like he suits you.” he tells you. “So, when do you get him?” he asks.

“I have to go to training tonight after work and tomorrow after work to do the training and learn all his hand signals.” You explain. “So… I think either tomorrow night or sometime Wednesday.” You say.

He nods. “Well, he is welcome to be here with you. We’ll just have to find a spot for him to hang out in here, so he isn’t under foot.” He tells you.

You look around, wondering where Phantom will want to lie down. “What if we moved that chair by your desk and set a dog bed next to the desk? That way he can see what is going on in the kitchen without being in it and can see what is going on behind the counter without being underfoot. Plus, he will be near if anyone tries to hurt me or rob us.” you suggest.

Todd looks for a minute and chuckles. “You’re a smart little thing aren’t you! That’s a great idea! I will even give him a little salary for being the shop’s ‘guard dog’ when we’re open… how about that. Then he can be an employee too!” he chuckles.

“Really?” you ask.

Todd nods. “Sure, why not! I’ll get him a dog bed, and bowls and a few toys that he can play with if he wants when it’s slow, and some treats. That we’ll keep here for him.” He tells you.

You grin. “Thanks Todd!” you say.

The morning goes by fast for you and you’re busy making drinks today for customers. Your back is to the door as you make some cappuccinos for guests when you hear the familiar wolf whistle and giggling.

You turn and see Aiden, Graham, Scarlett and Richard all grinning and smiling at you. “Hi!” You say to them happily. “How’s work going?” you ask as you hand a customer their drinks and turn back to them.

They order their drinks from Todd and then come round and wait on the side of the counter for you to make the drinks. They tell you how work is going, and they ask how it’s going for you. “It’s been unusually busy this morning!” you tell them.

Graham chuckles, “That’s probably cuz word got out around the studio that there’s a hot chick working here, and they started filming a couple new movies on set.” He tells you.

“Ahhhh, well, I don’t know about the hot chick working here… but soon we’ll have a new employee. He starts on Thursday or Friday. We aren’t sure yet.” You smirk and Todd chuckles.

“Oh really? Can’t wait to meet him!” Graham says. “This is my favourite place to disappear into when it gets too hectic at the Studio.” He grins.

Richard laughs, “Well now I’ll know where to send the scouts when they are looking for you!” he teases.

“You mean the wargs?” Graham says giggling. “Don’t you dare send them here!”

Richard just laughs and shakes his head in amusement. “They’re about as relentless as PJ said the wargs were!” he replies.

You just laugh. “You guys have a good afternoon. I’ll see you after work so we can go train with Phantom.” You tell them as they head for the door. “Bye Love, see you later.” Rich says as he blows you a kiss and you blow him one back and wave.

The afternoon passes and you notice the same person throughout the afternoon walking back and forth on the other side of the street, that you saw in the morning. You frown.

“Todd, who is that person over there on the other side of the street? Do you recognize him?” you ask. He looks out and sees the person walk past on the other side of the street. The person is looking at the shops on your side of the street.

“No, Honey, I don’t recognize him, why?” he asks as he looks over at you as you wipe down the tables in the front of the store.

You suddenly get a bad feeling about the person. “Todd, he has been pacing back and forth outside since this morning. I passed him on my way to work!” you tell him. He walks by about once every half hour.” You tell him.

He frowns. “He’s casing the area lookin’ for something… or someone…” he says. “I’m gonna call Alex and have him come talk to the guy and find out what he is doing here.” He tells you and grabs the phone.

A few minutes later, Alex comes in and talks with the two of you. You tell him what you’ve been seeing and give Alex a description of the guy. You tell Alex he comes by about once every half hour and has been doing so since at least 6:30am. You tell him the guy is creeping you out and making you uncomfortable.

Alex tells you he’ll have a plain clothes officer sit and wait for him and go talk to the guy to see who he is and what he is doing. You thank him and he heads out.

An hour later the plain clothes officer comes in and says they talked to the guy. “He is the one who bailed out your ex. One of their friends said he saw you at a local bar last night dancing with a guy and told your ex. He said your ex was livid and he was sent to find out where you were and deliver a message. ‘Get away from that guy you danced with at the bar, or you’ll be sorry.’ He apparently still thinks you’re his.” The officer tells you. We arrested this guy for harassment and he’ll probably be out on bail by tonight. He tells you.

You look at him with wide, glassy eyes and head back to the kitchen. Todd thanks the officer and the officer tells him that Alex assigned more officers to patrol the area today to make sure your ex and his men leave you alone for the day.

Todd goes back and tries to calm you down. “You’re safe in here Harley. I won’t let them harm you if I can help it. I still pack heat on me at all times, and have one under the counter in a holster as well.” He tells you. “From now on, though, I think you should have one of your male friends escort you to and from work until you get Phantom.” He tells you.

You’re trembling and ask, “What about Richard? My ex threatened to hurt him if I don’t stay away from him! This was why I was reluctant to get involved with anyone!” you cry.

“Let him know, Sweetheart, and let him decide how he wants to handle it. If he wants added security, he can jolly well afford it. Ok?” Let me make you something to drink and have something to eat.” He tells you.

You take your break and text Graham.

“Graham, I don’t know what to do! The guy that bailed out my ex has been spotted pacing back and forth in front of my job all day. He saw me coming to work and every half hour has walked past the shop since then!

Todd called the cops and they came and talked to the guy. He told them my ex sent him to deliver a message. to ‘Stay away from the guy you were dancing with last night, or you’ll be sorry!’

He told the officer, that was the message, and that it was for me. Someone they knew saw me dancing last night with Richard and told my ex, who apparently got irate. What are we going to do?!? I’m scared!”

He replied right away. “I showed Rich your message. He’s pissed, but don’t worry about him, he can take care of himself. YOU be safe. We’ll talk about it after work. What does the guy look like so we can let the gate guard know at the studio?”

You send Graham a description of the man you’ve been seeing all day and also the pic of your ex from Christmas and tell him who the picture is of.

Graham replies that they will come pick you up in front of the shop after work. “Sorry, Sweetheart, no more walkin’ to work by yerself till you have Phantom with you. What time are ya done today?” He texts you.

You ask Todd what time you’re done today and he tells you that you can head out at 4pm or whenever your friends are done.

You message Graham back, “I’m done at 4 but can stay and work till you guys are done.”

He messages back, “We’re done at 5:30. Stay there until we come get you!” he texts back.

“Ok, Pops!” you message back, “Thank you!”

“No problem, Kiddo. See you then! Be safe! <3” you receive back.

“Todd, they are done at 5:30 and will come get me after that.” You tell him.

“Ok, Sweetheart. No problem.” Why don’t you take tomorrow off and finish up your training with Phantom and spend the day letting him get used to you and your friends? Maybe you being gone from here for a couple of days will deter your ex’s spies from hanging around.” He tells you.

You look down at the floor. “Ok. I’m so sorry it’s been such drama since you hired me. I don’t like this any more than you do.” You apologize.

He comes over and tilts your chin up to look at him. “Sweetheart, you didn’t ask for any of this. I understand that and am not upset with you. I just know how these guys think and operate. Take a few days and just disappear for a while. Stay with someone who makes you feel safe, don’t go out in public if you can help it and just lay low. Let your trail go cold and it’ll make it tougher for them to find you.

You keep seeing that Richard, though, don’t let him slip away! He seems like a great guy for you. I can tell by the way he looks at you that he absolutely adores you.” Todd says with a grin.

You nod. “He does. He treats me like a precious treasure.” You say quietly.

“And that you are, Harley. Not just to him, but to me, to Alex and to all your friends! You are not alone in this fight, Sweetheart. We’re here and we got your back. Just keep me or Alex informed about your whereabouts so if we spot him or any of his lackeys, we can let you know.” he tells you.

“Ok, Todd. Thanks.” You tell him.

“Now how about you take the tub and a dishcloth and go see if you can find where our guests have hidden the dishes in the bookstore?” he tells you, making you chuckle. You nod and head back to the sink, then head into the bookstore.

The rest of the day at work goes by uneventfully and before you know it, Richard and Graham are pulling up in Richard’s BMW. You’re sitting at the table and see them pull up. You holler to Todd that you’re heading out and that Richard and Graham are here to get you.

He hollers back, “Ok, Harley, see you on Thursday with Phantom! If anything changes or if you have any other problems let me or Alex know!” he tells you and you tell him, you will.

You grab your coffee and adjust your messenger bag and head out to the car. “No motorcycle?” you ask.

Graham chuckles. “We’ll do that when we head home, Sweetie.” He says and pats you on the shoulder. “How ya holdin’ up?” he asks.

You sigh. “I’m scared. I didn’t want to put other people in danger and that was why I was so hesitant to get involved with anyone. I knew he’d pull something like this.” You tell them. “He is incredibly possessive and despite him dumping me at Christmas, he apparently thinks he can just have me back as a fuck toy now.” you say and drop your head as a few tears run down your cheeks.

Graham looks up at Richard and sees his jaw set and his knuckles white on the wheel. “Well, that ain’t gonna happen, Lass. He’ll have to tangle with all of us and yer dog before he’ll be layin’ a hand on you!” Graham assures you. “You’ll never, be his ever again.” He tells you and gives your shoulder a squeeze.

“But what about you Rich?” you say scared.

“Don’t worry about me, Sweetheart, between all the fight training, sword training and such for the different movies I’ve been in, I think I can handle protecting myself pretty darn well. He or his buddies try anything, your officer friends will be receiving a call and a beaten up person to arrest. Our gate guards have the photo of your ex, and a description of his accomplice so they won’t be allowed anywhere near the property.

My home is secure and so is yours. So, don’t worry, Love. They have a lot of people to deal with should they try to hurt you.” He tells you and puts a hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze.

You nod. “Thank you, both.” You say. “Todd suggested I take tomorrow and Wednesday off and just disappear for a while and lay low with people who make me feel safe, so my ex and his accomplices can’t track me. He said if they don’t see me showing up at work, they will leave and go look elsewhere for me. Tod said to keep him, or Alex informed where I decide to disappear to, and they will keep me posted if they see or hear anything.” You tell them.

Richard grins. “Good!” you look at him confused.

He chuckles, “I have tomorrow off from work, the scenes they are recording tomorrow don’t involve my character, so I don’t need to be there. We can go disappear for the day and find something fun to do.” He tells you.

You grin. “Todd suggested seeing if I could complete the training tomorrow morning and then take the rest of the day to just spend time getting used to Phantom and having him get used to me and my friends.” You tell him.

Richard smiles and nods. “That we can do.” He tells you as he pulls into the driveway of Mark’s place. Graham and Richard get out of the BMW and Graham helps you out. “Thanks, Pops.” You tease him, earning a smile and a quick hug from him.

You three head up into the yard and Mark comes out and meets you. “Hi Harley, Richard, Graham! You ready to start the training?” he asks.

You nod. “Mark, would I be able to come out here tomorrow morning to finish the training? My ex is sending his lackeys to stalk and harass me now and one showed up at my job this morning to give me a message from my ex, that was a threat. My boss gave me the day off so I could get the training done and get used to Phantom for a couple days before I go back to work with him.” You explain.

He nods. “Of course! We can do that! Hopefully having Phantom around will deter them from doing that anymore.” He tells you. “Regardless, though Phantom will be able to sense that kind of intent and will alert you to it.” He tells you. “Come on, let’s get started.”

The four of you head to the barn and as soon as Phantom hears your voice, he is at the gate of his kennel whining quietly and wagging his tail like a propeller on a plane. Richard laughs at the sight. “He’s not excited to see you, not at all, Harley!” he tells you.

Graham nudges him and teases, “Rich, that’s how you look when you see her!”

Richard rolls his eyes at Graham. “Do not.” He grumbles and folds his arms across his chest. Making graham laugh, “Do too!” and Richard rolls his eyes.

You chuckle at their bantering back and forth. “do too” you think.

Mark walks over and opens the gate for Phantom and the dog just wiggles and can’t wait to have your attention. He gives Phantom the sign to ‘sit’ and the dog sits, but his tail doesn’t stop wagging a mile a minute, which makes his butt wiggle. You laugh and squat down and smush his face and pet him and talk to him for a minute to assure him you were back for him. He is excitedly licking your face and hands and giving you soft ‘wuffs’ and whimpers back.

You are giggling at his reaction to seeing you and Mark chuckles. “He whined for a good hour after you left!” he tells you. “I think he thought you weren’t coming back!” he says with a grin then hands you the leash after hooking it to Phantom’s harness.

He teaches you the sign for ‘come’ and Phantom follows you right at your side. “He will always put himself between you and the street or you and whatever he may consider a potential threat.” Mark tells you.

Then he teaches you the sign for ‘sit’. You make the sign and Phantom sits. Mark hands you a treat to give to the dog. “Don’t give him treats all the time, petting him and praising him work just as well.”

One by one he teaches you the signs for the different commands. You all walk out into the field and he puts the practice service vest on Phantom and then has you go through the different commands in various orders to help you memorize them. Once you have them all down, and Richard does too by this point, then Mark has his assistant put on the padded armor again and he teaches you the different commands for attack.

Mark calls Richard and Graham over to learn these as well. “We teach the dogs the attack signals in both verbal and hand gestures. He will respond to either of them. We found a dictionary for Khuzdul from Middle Earth, (my favourite book series) online and chose to use that for the words since there are so few who know or understand their meaning. Forgive us if we got some of it wrong. He tells Richard and Graham with a smirk.

Mark taught you the words and hand symbols for each attack command and when Phantom heard the words, he did what they commanded.

“HRESTVOG!” means DESTORY! (which we use instead of Attack.)

“ETZIL!” means STOP!

“THORV!” means SHIELD!

“HEFTHYN!” means GUARD!

Phantom will shield you with his body by getting up on his hind legs if you were standing and he’d lean against you as he put himself between you and the attacker or danger.

He’d stand over the top of you if you were on the ground (injured).

If you told him to guard something, he would not let anyone but you near it unless they knew the word for STOP.

When he’d hear the word for destroy, he’d attack whatever you indicated with no mercy until you or someone knowing the word for stop told him to.

Over and over, Mark focused on this part of the training, explaining it was necessary for you, so you’d remember the proper words if you were in a panic or fight/flight response. You needed to be able to recall the commands if you were stressed, scared or upset. You nodded.

Finally, it was getting close to supper time and Mark called it a day for you. “Come back tomorrow and we’ll work on this and some other commands for you.” He tells you.

You thank him and he hands you a sheet with the words and pictures of how to do the hand symbols so you could practice.

He takes off the service vest from Phantom and lets him run and play for a few minutes with you. Then you signal for him to ‘come’ and he follow you off lead all the way to the barn. You pet him and tell him he’s a good dog and he thumps his tail on the floor and gives you a soft “wuff” and licks your face.

Mark signals him to ‘go’ and points to the kennel and Phantom looks at you sadly and heads for the kennel, whining. “Awww!” you say. “It’s ok, Phantom, I’ll be back for you tomorrow, ok?” you tell him. He wags his tail and licks your hand through the fencing. You stand and move over to Richard and Graham. They chuckle as Phantom looks at you with his sad puppy dog eyes and whines quietly.

“Ready to go, Lass?” Graham asks.

You nod.

You thank Mark for the training and put the sheet he gave you in your bag. The three of you head to the car and Graham helps you in then gets in the back seat. Richard gets in the front and starts the car. He backs out and the three of you are off back into town.

You’re quiet for a while and just trying to absorb all you learned. The two men grin when they see you practicing and mumbling the different commands trying to remember them with out pulling out the sheet to look.

After about 10 minutes, Richard asks, “You hungry, Sweetheart?”

You shrug. ‘Not really. I don’t eat much when I get stressed.” you reply.

He puts his hand on your leg. “You need something in your stomach, Honey, or it’ll be growling at you all night.” He teases, trying to get a smile out of you.

You sigh, “I know, Rich. I’m just nervous, with my ex and his cronies on the loose. I don’t know any self defense except to kick a guy in the shins and the nuts.” You tell them, making them both wince and giggle.

“Well, that’s a start, Sweetheart.” Graham tells you.

“Maybe I’ll do some research on self defense and see what’s available.” You mutter to yourself.

“It wouldn’t hurt, Lass.” Graham encourages you.

“In Israel, both men and women serve in their army.” Richard tells you, “They came up with a special self defense for the women to be trained in so that if they are attacked or targeted for rape, they could defend themselves and get away to safety. The methods they used are banned in the competitive self-defense courses and competitions because of the potential to kill the attacker.” I would suggest you learn that one, Sweetheart. If it’s good enough for a country’s women military personnel, then it’s what I’d like to see you learn.” Richard tells you.

“What is it called?” you ask him.

“If I remember right it is called, Krav Maga”. He tells you.

You search for it on your phone’s internet and pull up a video demonstration of it. You and Graham watch it and a few others you found. He chuckles when he sees you watching one video of a girl like you being attacked by three big guys his size and the girl takes all three down in a matter of seconds!

“What do ya think of that, Harley?” he asks, grinning mischievously.

Your eyes light up and you grin impishly. “Ooohh! I’d love to be able to do that! I don’t know if I’d actually be able to, but I sure would like to try it!” you say with an impish smirk.

Richard just grins. “I’d love to see you do that, Love. Just don’t use it on me!” he says with a chuckle.

“The only way I’d be using it on you, Hun, is if you were winning in a tickle fight or I was practicing the techniques at half speed.” You tell him.

Graham just laughs when he sees the astonished look on Richard’s face.

You look at Richard from your phone and smirk. “You know I’m teasing, Hun. I’d never use it on you… unless you want me to…” you grin.

He reaches over and ruffles your head, forgetting you had braids in so there wasn’t much to ruffle. Making you all laugh.

The three of you arrive back at the Studio. Graham gets out and leans down at you. “I got some steaks in the fridge thawing, so I think I’ll head home. You two go get some food and have a good evening….and behave yourselves!” he tells you both sternly and then winks at you.”

You giggle and reply, “You got it, Pops!” he chuckles and pats your arm. “See you two love birds later.” He says and heads over to the gate and the guard lets him in.

A moment later you hear him start up the bike and you watch him head out. You look over at Richard and he is smiling at you. “Did you have fun riding on Graham’s friend’s bike?” he asked.

You get a big grin on your face and nod. “Now I see why Mom and Dad named me after it!” you giggle. “Dad would’ve loved that bike. Graham reminds me a lot of Dad.” You say. “I miss my Dad, but I’m glad Graham’s around and I have you and the rest of the group.” You tell him.

Just then your stomach growls. “I suppose I should feed it before it tries to eat me from the inside out again.” You giggle.

Richard smirks. And takes your hand and kisses it. “Let’s go back to my place and I’ll make you supper and we can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.” He tells you.

You nod and he starts to head home. “Oh! Can we stop somewhere so I can pick up a couple of things? Since I’m at the mercy of those driving me and I don’t always seem to make it home at night, I need to pick up a few things to keep in my bag.” You tease him.

He grins and nods. Pulling into a pharmacy, he parks and helps you out of the car. The two of you head in and you look around. He tells you he’s gonna go look at some stuff and let you shop. “I’ll meet you at the cash register when you’re ready.” He says with a kiss. You nod and he walks off.

You look at the makeup and pick out a black eyeliner, waterproof mascara, a small bottle of eye makeup remover, a small pack of round cotton pads, and a small grey palette of eye shadow.

Then you go to the travel section and find a collapsible hairbrush and a comb, a toothbrush and toothpaste. You find a travel pack of small containers in a heavy-duty plastic travel bag and toss it in the basket.

You smile when you find your hair oil there and grab that too. You grab a pack of hairpins, and hair ties as well and a pretty hair claw clip. You find a travel size deodorant and toss it in the bag and try to remember if there was anything else on your list.

You can’t think of anything, so you head over to the cashier. You wait in line and Richard joins you. He chuckles as he sees what’s in your basket. You move up to the cashier and set the basket on the counter. Rich hands you the keys to the car and says, “Let me get this, Sweetheart, how about you head out and get the car started for me?”

You shrug and take the keys. You head out and stand outside amazed by the beautiful sunset. Standing off to the side of the doors you happily lean against the warm concrete wall and enjoy the riot of colors.

Richard pays for the stuff in your basket. Once it’s all paid for, he takes your bag and heads out only to find you leaning against the wall of the building, with a contented look on your face as you gaze off to your right. He glances over to see what you’re looking at and smiles at the breath-taking sunset.

He moves up next to you and puts an arm over your shoulder. “It’s a beautiful sunset tonight.” He tells you.

You nod. “Yeah. I thought I’d just stand here and enjoy it till you came out to the car.” You said as you turned and smiled up at him. He looks down at you and gives you a peck on the cheek. “Here are your purchases, my lady.” He says cheekily as he bows and hands you your bag.

“Oooh, thank you kind sir!” you reply putting a hand on your chest, and grin up at him as you take the bag. He chuckles and goes to open the door for you after you hand him the keys.

He helps you in, then gets in and starts the car. The two of you head to his place and when you get inside, he heads up to his room. “I’ll be down in a minute. I gotta get out of these and into something more comfortable.” He tells you.

You head over to the living room, take your jacket off and and dump your stuff out on the coffee table. You open the packages and toss the wrappers into the plastic bag and put your toiletries into the heavy duty zipper bag, then you put your makeup in the bag, as well as the hairpins, hair ties and toothbrush and toothpaste. You toss that travel bag into your black messenger bag and then put the hairbrush and comb in one of the pockets and carefully poured some hair oil into one of the containers and sealed it, then poured the make up remover into another one. You sealed that one too. Then you stuffed the rest of your purchases into your bag and went to the kitchen with the two travel bottles of liquid, and the plastic bag of garbage. You tossed the garbage in the trash bin and then put the travel bottles in small zip bags you found in one of the drawers.

You heard Richard coming back down the stairs and you giggled to see him in just his sweatpants. He grins and grabs you on your way into the living room. He takes you in his arms and gives you a hug. “Will you stay here with me tonight?” he asks in his velvety smooth baritone voice.

“As long as you behave.” You tease. He gives you his Guy of Gisborne smirk and ever so slightly raises an eyebrow at you; making you giggle and run into the living room to put your bottles in the black messenger bag.

Richard sneaks up behind you and wraps an arm around your middle, then takes his other hand and starts to pull your corset strings loose. “Richard!” you exclaim trying to turn around to face him. “What are you doing?” you say laughing as you try to squirm out of his arm. He holds you tight, pinning your side against him, and he leans down to your ear.

“I’m helping you get more comfortable, Love. We’re not going anywhere else tonight and I’m not opening that door for anyone but a cop.” He tells you.

You look up and sigh, “All right, Richard.” You reply and stop squirming. He kisses your ear and neck and shoulder. “That’s my girl.” He tells you as he loosens the laces. Once they are hanging loose, he gently turns you so your back is against his chest and he uses his hand that had been holding you against him to flip the hooks open on the front of the corset, one… by… one… as he peppers your neck with kisses and his hand caresses your side.

When the last hook opens, he gently takes the corset and slips it off of you and sets it on the side chair along with your messenger bag and coat.

He holds you now, finally feeling your body against his without the corset. He revels in how soft you are and how wonderful you feel. “Are you comfortable now?” he asks.

You giggle. “Well, I’d be more comfort able if these boots were off.” You reply.

He grins and picks you up and lays you down on the couch and picks up your foot and grabs the zipper on your boot and oh so slowly unzips your knee high boots, kissing the now exposed skin of your leg where the cut outs were in the leather, as the boot falls away. When he gets to your ankle, he pulls the boot off and moves to your other leg and repeats the process of unzipping the zipper and kissing the exposed skin.

Once both boots are off, he massages your feet, earning some tantalizing moans from you. “Oh, God! Rich! I don’t remember the last time someone massaged my feet like that! You’re gonna melt me like butter doing that!” you tell him, earning a deep, rumbling, chuckle from him.

“Now, you lay here and relax, and I’m gonna go make us some supper. Let Scarlett know what happened this afternoon if you haven’t already and tell her you’re with me and we are ‘disappearing’ for the evening, to not contact us unless it’s an emergency.” He instructs you.

You nod and he gets up and kisses your forehead, then goes to the kitchen and washes his hands then starts to make supper.

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louhooo · 5 years

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Hello My Old Heart | Chap. 8

Chapter Summary: Bucky helps you out with a problem

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader [AU]

Warnings:Swearing, FLUFF, mention of adult themes (maybe?)

A/N: A second chapter this week ‘cause I wanted to lol

All feedback is welcomed! 💘

“Steve, how many times do I hafta tell you, you don’t hafta knock when–” You flung the door open, only to reveal a brunet boy instead of the blond you were expecting. “Oh. You’re not Steve.” He chuckled.

“Glad you haven’t lost it since I saw ya yesterday.” You rolled your eyes.

“Har har. So funny, Barnes.” You pinched your brows, “What’re you doin’ here? Where’s Steve?”

“His dad surprised him this morning with tickets to a Yankee’s game. He said you needed help with somethin’, so,” he held his hands up, “here’s the help.” You grimaced.

“Oh, you don’t hafta help me, Bucky. It’s not really that bigga deal.” He lolled his head and gave you a look.

“You told Steve you desperately needed his help, but now when it’s me, it’s ‘not that bigga deal’?” He pursed his lips skeptically. “What is it?” You rolled your eyes and sighed. Clearly he wasn’t going to let it go.

“I have some Christmas lights that I wanna hang up on the ceiling in my room, but you don’t–”

“How’re you gonna hang ‘em?” You shrugged.

“I was just gonna use nails.” He raised a brow, not impressed with your answer. “Don’t give me that look; I don’t have anything else.”

“Nails won’t work. Put your shoes on. We’ll walk to my house and get some stuff from my dad.”

“But–”

“Oh my GOD…!” He groaned, his head tilted up. He looked back at you, “My dad won’t get mad. He likes you. Says that you’re a good influence on me.” You slowly smiled, a feeling of pride washing over you. Bucky smirked, “You just wanted to hear me say that.” You laughed and nodded unashamedly. Bucky shook his head softly with an amused smile on his face, “Now can we go?” You nodded and slid on your flip flops by the door and shut the door and started walking to Bucky’s house a few blocks over. “Is your mom really gonna let you put stuff in the ceiling?” You shrugged.

“She’s not home, so she won’t know.”

“Well, she’ll probably figure it out at some point.”

“Doubt it.” You walked in comfortable silence the rest of the way to his house. Becca was sprawled out on the driveway, playing with chalk.

“Hey, where’s dad?” Her pigtails bounced when she looked up at you.

“Watching baseball. Hi, Y/N!” You grinned.

“Hi, Becca!” Bucky motioned with his head.

“C’mon.” You followed him toward the backyard and climbed the back steps to the deck, going through the French doors of the kitchen. “Dad?” Bucky shouted once you were inside. He shut the door behind you and walked towards the noise of the ball game.

“Yeah?” His dad shouted back.

“Can you help us?” You stood in the doorway and George looked at you both and smiled, kicking down the recliner.

“Hey, kid, how are ya?” You smiled.

“I’m good.”

“Where’s the other musketeer?” He chuckled at his own joke, which Bucky promptly groaned at.

“He’s with his dad. Y/N wants to hang some Christmas lights on her ceiling, but we don’t know what we should use to hang them.”

“So, you’ve come to the expert.” You laughed, and Bucky groaned some more at his dad. Bucky really needs to tell him to lay off the ‘dad jokes’ while Y/N was over. “Well, I’d use hooks, but depends on how you’re gonna hang ‘em.” They both looked at you.

“Well I was thinking they’d be kinda draped from wall to wall. Kinda like a canopy.”

“I might have some out in the garage,” he started walking out to the garage, and you and Bucky followed. You watched him as he searched through the drawers and cupboards in the garage, as Becca came in and spun on the stool he had at his work table. “Well, shit. I don’t think I have any. You kids get in the truck and we’ll go to the hardware store and get some.”

“Dad, we can just walk.” Bucky looked at you, “That’s alright, right?” You nodded quickly. Truthfully, it was hot and you didn’t want to walk, but you also didn’t want George to take you, either. Last time you went somewhere with him, you, Bucky, and Steve got stuck waiting two hours for him to stop talking to people before you could leave. George Barnes could never let a stranger stay a stranger.

“Alright, if you’re sure?” You both nodded, “Okay, well, call if you need any help.”

“I will.” Bucky turned and started walking back down the driveway. You waved to George and Becca and caught up with Bucky. You turned left, towards the direction of the hardware store.

“Hey, can we go back to my house so I can get my money?” Bucky waved you off.

“I’ll just buy what we need.” You stopped walking. Bucky did a double take and stopped walking, heading over towards you. “What?”

“I’m not gonna let you pay for ‘em, Bucky.”

“Dude, it’s fine. I was just gonna charge ‘em to dad’s account anyways.” You gave him a look.

“Can we please just go and get my–” He sighed softly and put his hands on your biceps.

“Sunshine… think of it as payback for all the pencils you loaned to me last year.” He had a soft grin on his face.

“Ya know, we’re gonna be in high school this year, so we aren’t gonna be together in every class, so you’ll have to keep track of your own shit.” He laughed making you grin.

“Yeah, believe me, I’m already stressed about the responsibility.” You snorted and Bucky’s laughter died down, “So, is that a ‘yes’?” You let out a deep sigh and nodded begrudgingly. Bucky smiled. “Great.”

You got the hooks and Bucky ended up paying for them with his own money. When you asked him about it, his face got red and he started stammering over his words and quickly changed the subject to who your teachers were. You had history, math and lunch together, which you were relieved to hear, and Bucky was relieved you bought the distraction. You stopped by his house long enough to borrow a ladder from his dad and went back to your house.

He screwed the hooks into the ceiling how you wanted, and you were in charge of handing him a new one, and holding the ladder steady. Bucky seemed to drag it out on purpose by making you break down in crying laughter and making it way too difficult to work efficiently.

It was dark by the time you finished getting the hooks in and the lights strung up. You turned off your lamp and plugged in the lights, smiling up at the ceiling.

“I love it. Thanks for your help, Buck!” You looked over at him and his eyes went wide and he looked back up at the ceiling.

“It’s no problem. And there’s no way Steve would’ve been tall enough to help.” You smirked as he looked back at you, his own smile forming. He checked his watch, “When’s your mom gonna be home?”

“Sometime tomorrow, I think.” Bucky’s eyes shot to yours.

“What?”

“She went to see her boyfriend.”

“So… you’re gonna be here by yourself?” You shrugged, trying to make his questions stop.

“It’s not really that big of deal. I don’t mind.” He had concern pretty obviously sketched on his face.

“Y/N… you’re gonna be alone, though.”

“Bucky, it’s really–”

He sighed deeply. “I know, I know….” He looked at his watch again, “It’s not that late yet. Do you wanna watch a movie?” You shrugged.

“Sure. You pick the movie, and I’ll go get extra blankets.” You pointed to where your movies were at and headed to the hallway closet to get blankets. You came back with a stack and Bucky helped you lay them on the floor. You took the pillows from your bed and set them on the blankets, situating them how you wanted them.

Bucky picked a random movie and set it in the DVD player and the clicked through until the movie started playing.

“Hey, is it alright if I unplug the lights during the movie?” You nodded and sat forward, pulling the plug from the wall. You got settled again and noticed Bucky send a text and push his phone to the outskirts of the blanket. He glanced at you, “You comfortable?” You hummed.

“Who did you text?”

“My dad. Wanted to know how the hooks worked.” You nodded and focused back on the movie, resituating your pillow. It was his dad, but it was only to tell him he was staying at your house because you’d be alone otherwise. It wouldn’t be the first time Bucky or Steve had done it, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

“Here, pick your head up.” You obeyed and picked your head up. He moved your pillow closer to his and held his arm out and looked at you expectantly. You blinked.

“Uh….” He crossed his eyes.

“Dude, just lay down so I can watch the movie.” You chewed on your cheek as you slowly brought yourself closer, and laid down. You sighed and settled more, pleasantly surprised by how comfortable he was to lay on. You felt your eyes start to droop about halfway through the movie, and you didn’t think twice before curling into Bucky’s side. You laid your hand down on his chest by your face, and felt his arm go around you.

“What cologne are you wearing?” Your eyes were closed, but you were still hanging onto consciousness.

“Uh… none right now?” Oh, shit! Did he remember to wear deodorant? He was pretty sure he did, but–

You hummed. “You smell like rain,” you sighed contentedly. “I like the rain.” Is his heart beating faster?

“You smell like peaches….” He pulled you a little closer. “I like peaches, ya know?”

“I know, Buck….” You silently thanked your past self for buying that peach-scented shampoo as you sank into unconsciousness, dreaming of thunderstorms and a brunet boy with blues eyes.

After dinner (and barely avoiding the discussion of yours and Bucky’s relationship), you dealt with the awkwardness of deciding where you were going.

Did you go back to your hotel room by yourself? Did Bucky stay with you? Did you just go to the house, and do the walk of shame (minus the knowledge of having sex) tomorrow?

“Just come home.” You looked over at Bucky. You were still parked in front of Peg’s with the truck off and the sound of crickets chirping outside.

“Buck… we still have so much to figure out. I can’t–”

“What’s there left to figure out that we can’t figure out at home, as a husband and wife that live together?”

“I…” You wanted to go home, you really did, but how could you? It wasn’t that easy.

“Come home, peaches.” Tears immediately went down your face.

“Why are you like this?” His face twisted in confusion. “Why are you so fucking sweet to me?” He chuckled and thumbed away the tears. He cupped your face and you sat, staring at one another until the lights in Peg’s went out and the staff went home.

“I know we’re still not 100 percent, I know we’re really fuckin’ far away from 100%, but I’m willing to work on it, if you are. I want to work on it if you do.”

“I do,” you mumbled softly. Bucky took a deep breath and nodded. “I can’t go home with you, though. That wouldn’t help us.” Bucky felt his shoulders drop as he exhaled.

Oh. “Yeah. You’re probably right.” He turned the engine over and wrung his hands on the steering wheel. “Would- Would you go to lunch with me tomorrow?” He glanced at you, “It could be like a… date?” You blinked.

“A date?” Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah, ya know the thing where people usually eat and talk and try to get to know one another?” You gave him a look.

“Yes, I know what a date is, Bucky, thank you. I meant it more as… why?”

Bucky shrugged, dropping his hands to his lap, “Same reason anyone wants to go on a date with a pretty girl.” You tried giving him another look, but the bashful grin overtaking your face made it slightly less convincing. “We can just eat a good meal and talk about nice things, nothing heavy or serious. I mean! Unless you want to, then we can! But I don’t think you do, but maybe you do, but that’s not really great ‘date’ conversation, but I also know that–” You giggled, promptly shutting him up.

“If I say ‘yes’ will you stop freaking out?” Bucky breathed out a laugh and angled his body towards you.

“You remember how I was when I first asked you out; I can’t help it.” You snorted and shook your head.

“For the millionth time, you didn’t ask me out first, I asked you first!”

“Eh, semantics.” You laughed, still shaking your head at Bucky. He grinned, resting his arm against the seat, “So, is that a yes?”

Your laughter subsided and you grinned tenderly at him. “Yes. Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.” Bucky nodded, biting his lip to suppress the giant smile he was toting. You clicked your seatbelts and drove to the house, making plans for the next day. Once you were to the house, you both lingered outside your car door and kept the conversation going, neither of you ready for it to stop, even if just for the night.

After you yawned for the fifth time in a row, Bucky leaned and opened your car door for you.

“You need to get to bed.” You looked at the door and shook your head, gazing back up at Bucky.

“No, I’m–” Another yawn escaped your mouth, making your eyes water. Bucky raised a dubious brow while casting a teasing grin.

“What was that?” You sighed, pursing your lips.

“Oh, shut up. You’re such a smart ass.” He smiled, popping his hip against the edge of the door.

“You love it.” Your breathing hitched just a fraction, but you quickly played it off with a chuckle.

“Yeah, keep tellin’ yourself that.” You took a step towards your car, but just before getting in you turned back around, looking at Bucky. Don’t overthink it. You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You know how whenever a cartoon character is in love, their eye’s turn into hearts and they smile at everything their love does? Well, that’s exactly what Bucky felt. He watched you pull out of the drive and onto the gravel road back towards town, and it was a few minutes before he realized he was still standing there with a dopey grin on his face.

You got back to your room and exhaled, a grin almost permanently fixed on your face.

Tomorrow just couldn’t come fast enough.

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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Numbers, Numbers Everywhere

How old are you? I turned 22 last April.

What day of the month is your birthday? It’s on the 21st. It’s exactly a week after my brother’s birthday and six days before my parents’ anniversary, so April tends to be a hectic month for us. What's the last digit of your phone number? It ends in 5.

What's your favorite number? I don’t pick a favorite number because the idea just doesn’t make sense to me. If someone asked me to pick a number though I always go with 4 just because it reminds me of Beyoncé lol How many bedrooms does your home have? It used to have three but my parents had the balcony renovated and transformed into another bedroom after they realized my siblings and I were all getting older, and that it would be the most appropriate decision to let us have our own rooms.

How many people do you live with? Four people and two dogs. How many exes do you have? I’ve only had one, but we got back together. How long is the song you're listening to? (If you have music going.) Not listening to any music right now but the last song I played a few hours ago was Thick and Thin by LANY, which is 3 minutes and 32 seconds long. What time did you wake up, today? I woke up at 8 AM. I surprised myself today because it meant I had slept for 11 hours, something I don’t remember ever being able to do lol. I was asleep by 9 PM last night because overthinking all day tired me out and also because I didn’t have my afternoon coffee. How many siblings do you have? I have two. I don’t speak to one of them. How many gaming consoles are in your home? We have three consoles that we currently use – PS4, Switch, and my siblings also recently re-unboxed our PS3 to play older games on it. We also have other consoles that we haven’t used in a while but just never thrown out – Wii, DSi, PS2, and two PSPs. How many pets do you have? I have two dogs :) Kimi’s a 12 year old half-aspin half-we never actually figured out what his other breed is, we’re thinking shih tzu? and Cooper is a three month old beagle. How many schools have you attended? Just two. I attended the same school from kindergarten to high school then I went to a different one for college. How old were you when you had your first kiss? (If you've had it.) I was 16, but was turning 17 that year. How many movies have you seen at the cinema this year? Zero. This would be a lot sadder to answer if I loved going to the cinemas, but tbh I only watch movies in the theatres like twice a year so I’m not too bothered. Still, I miss having that option. How many windows does your bedroom have? It has two big windows but each of them have six panes that I can open. How many TVs are in your home? Four. There’s one in the dining room, living room, parents’ room, and brother’s room. How many pairs of shoes do you own? I don’t feel like getting up just to count them. I wanna say around 15-20 pairs. How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Already mentioned this, but 11 hours. That’s a feat for me, considering I’ve only been getting 4-5 hours a night lately. I even wanted to sleep more, but Cooper wanted a playmate and I felt bad. How many inches long is your hair (at it's longest point)? Idk 8, 9 inches? Not good with exact measurements, but the longest it’s been was right above my waist. How many chairs are in your living room? We have an L-shaped couch that can seat five people, which is how big my family is so it’s just the right size for us. We don’t have chairs per se, though we used to a few years ago. How many pairs of sunglasses do you own? Zero. Not a fan of them. How many cell phones have you owned/had? My current one is my 8th. I’ve switched phones so much because I lost them a lot (as a kid) or I broke them a lot (as a teenager). Was never good at taking care of my valuables so my parents made sure that with my iPhone 8, it had the toughest phone case and the thickest tempered glass we could find. I still ended up ruining them both loooool but the phone is still staying strong with me, so at least that’s something. How many apps are on your cell phone? 99. How the fuck do I have that many??? I always just thought I had around 25. I need to clean up my phone, damn. How tall are you? 5′1″. How long have you lived in your current home? 12 years. What percentage is your phone's battery at right now? It’s at 33% right now. I’ve been horrible at charging it lately because I keep unplugging when it hits around 45% so I can use it wirelessly, whoops. How much your home's rent (or mortgage) each month? I’m not sure about the amount; my parents pay for the house. How many surgeries have you had? Zero. How many doors does your home have? 13. How many times did you drink (alcohol) last month? I’m not sure...maybe once or twice? I try to save up my alcohol because I only have five bottles of soju and I don’t think I’ll be getting another set soon. How many pillows are on your bed? Two. How many letters are in your first name? R-o-b-y-n, five. How many times have you been in love? Once. How many pieces of jewelry are you currently wearing? None right now and none for a while. I haven’t had a reason to wear jewelry at home. What is the age difference between you and your significant other? One month and around two weeks. We’re the same age - we went to school together and were part of the same batch. How much cash do you currently have? I have a little over ₱700. It’s the last of my school allowance, aw :( How many contacts are in your phone? A lot. I don’t think my phone has an option to view the total number. How many best friends do you have? Two. How old is your mom? 48, though she’s turning 49 in September. How old is your dad? 49. How many keys do you have (on your keyring/chain or whatever)? Just two – house and car keys. I’d put trinkets on it but I’ve lost the ones I’ve tried hooking onto my keychain.

How many keychains are attached to your keys? ^ How many video games do you own? My best guess would be 50-60. I’d say we have around 15 per console. How many monthly bills do you pay/have? We have the internet, phone, electricity, and water bills, but it’s my parents who pay for them. They also pay for the house and the cars. Until recently we also got monthly bills for our cable subscription, but my dad canceled it after he realized no one in the house watched TV anymore because we’re all on either YouTube or Netflix now. If you get an allowance, how much do you get weekly? My parents gave me ₱2000 a week in college, which would be enough to gas up my car for the next five days, feed myself in school, and have one or two nights out with friends. It used to be ₱1000 but that was super little and I used to starve myself in school, and for the longest time I had just been too shy to tell my parents to increase my allowance. If you have a job, how much do you earn (hourly)? No job yet. What is your town/city's population? (You might need to look that one up.) A little less than 780,000.

How long have you lived in the town you currently live in? More or less 20 years. We only lived in Manila until I was 1. How long have you lived in the state/province you currently live in? Again, 20 years. Manila is in a different region from where I currently reside. How long have you been with your significant other? (if taken) A little over four years. How long were you with your most recent ex? (if you have one) My only ex is also my SO, and during our first relationship we were together for eight months. How many blind dates have you been on? Zero. Not for me. How many email addresses do you have (that you use)? Three. I have two Gmails and one Outlook, but the last one I barely use anymore. How many times have you traveled outside of your home country? Three. The first was a joint vacation to Singapore and Malaysia; the second was a trip to Indonesia; the third was a cruise that involved three countries, but we flied to China because that’s where the ship was stationed. How many times do you usually sneeze in a row? Four or five at most. But that doesn’t happen a lot. Usually I’d only sneeze once. What time is it right now? 5:22 PM.

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jazy3 · 5 years

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Thoughts on Grey’s Anatomy: 16X03

I really liked this week’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy! It had a lot of twists and turns and was fun to watch! I’m already liking this season better than the previous one. Jackson is out hiking with Vic and is struggling to keep up! LOL! Careful what you wish for Jackson! In other news, AMELIA HAS DECIDED TO KEEP THE BABY OMG!!!

Zola has all the jokes and I love her for it! The actor who plays her has really grown into the role which is great to see. I loved all of the Amelia and Link scenes in this episode! Link’s the best! He’s so sweet and supportive. I love the smile Link gives her when Amelia talks about her fears and why she’s happy with their decision. I also loved that they decided to share the news because Amelia is finally happy and stable and she wants to share the happy! My heart!

I loved the scene at the end where Amelia decides to tell Meredith that she’s pregnant and that she and Link have decided to keep the baby and Meredith is overjoyed for her! She’s going to be Auntie Mer! Amelia is so used to receiving bad news and being on the receiving end of how her Addict/Brain Tumour affected actions made Mer feel that she is surprised that Meredith is happy. But of course she is because Amelia is healthy, their relationship is good, Link is good to her and for her, and Mer is happy that she’s happy.

The two of them find an elderly Asian woman wondering the halls who seems confused and is looking for her bird. They take her to the ER where, while waiting for an interpreter, we learn that she is from South Korea and luckily for them Nico, whose nearby, just happens to speak Korean. More fun with languages! I love that the actors on the show are getting to use the other languages that they speak more. It’s really wonderful to see them showcase linguistic diversity on such a popular show.

I knew something was up when Maggie’s elderly heart patient Burt convinced her to go for a walk with him to get his steps in. I just had a feeling. And then Bird turned out to be Burt! The Korean woman turned out to be Burt’s lost love! The scene where Nico helps them communicate and they tell Amelia and Maggie the story was so beautiful! Bird! Maggie and Amelia are really leaning on each other while Meredith is off doing community service this season and honestly I’m here for it. I loved Maggie’s line, “Honest and privacy are not mutually exclusive.” Well said.

Still not into Meredith and Deluca (and probably never will be) but I’m glad Mer’s working on her article! The think the scene at the end at Meredith’s house is the first time we’ve seen DeLuca hangout with any of Mer’s friends or family and the first scene he’s had with Amelia in ages. It’s progress at least. We also find out that Bailey has benched DeLuca at work! Yes! He finally gets what he deserves! Justice! As a result he’s doing scutt and overseeing Schmitt do simple procedures. Only, Schmitt screws up one of those very simple procedures when he drops a guide wire into a patient because Schmitt is a clutz and DeLuca is a horrible teacher.

I loved the scene towards the end where Schmitt was upset about what had happened so Nico insisted that they go to the skills lab and practice running central lines so Schmitt could get it right and feel confident. My Schmico heart! I’m starting to like Nico again.

Interesting tid bit from this episode: Pac North has a very fancy entrance way and super fancy elevators for such a crap hospital! There’s a cool Art Deco pattern on the elevator doors if you look closely. Also Gemma’s back! And she’s working at the Billing Department at Pac North! It's there that we get a Charmed Reunion (wink wink) ala ABC’s Cast from the Past Week.

The two sisters of the brain dead patient are hilarious! My favourite line? “A psychic is NOT a therapist!” I thought Webber handled the situation very well. I literally jumped when they unplugged what they thought was their sister Heather and then the sister’s phone went off! It scared the bejesus out of me! But it was worth it when we found out the patient wasn’t their sister! OMG twist!

Meanwhile, Jo is working as an Attending and loving it! Qadri is not feeling the enthusiasm. The patient they treat is hilarious! She wants Meredith Grey not some other doctor and she won’t settle for second best. Also, Parker is back and I love Parker so I’m happy. Teddy is still struggling with motherhood but it looks like Owen has started to step up more so that’s good. I’m surprised Teddy isn’t getting involved with the restraining order business. She’s partly responsible for why Owen and Koracick hate each other after all.

In the end, after spending a day at work with each other (and Baby Allison) Teddy and Owen decide to swap places so they can both be happy. Good for them. I loved Maggie’s outfit at the end of the episode when her and Vic awkwardly talked in the hallway. The situation may be fraught, but Maggie’s outfit game is on point! Swish swish.

I did not see the ending with Qadri coming at all! Qadri was right and Bailey was way out of line! I get why she fired Meredith but why is she punishing everyone else for it? Is Bailey just firing everyone who doesn’t agree with her now? WTF?!?! Also how are DeLuca and Schmitt still working there when they’ve royally screwed up? Why is Qadri being fired for being rightfully upset? I don’t understand.

We end the episode with Richard, after trying and failing to get his wife Catherine on the phone, agreeing to go out to dinner with his AA friend Gemma. Catherine needs to pick up that phone damnit! Onto next week’s promo! And wow does it look intense! It looks like the website Meredith sent her article to took her words out of context. Yikes! A storm is brewing for sure. Maybe this will finally get her back into Grey Sloan. That’s all for now!

Until next time!

#grey's anatomy #Meredith Grey #review #critique #season 16 #16X03 #16X3 #reunited #charmed #grey sloan memorial hospital #pac north hospital #schmico #amelink #cast from the past #abc #lost love

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Demons II

hey babiesss! how are you? our boy is going through it in this one so sorry lol. this is kind of a filler / a chapter to set up the rest of the story so it’s not amazing but i’ve already started working on part three 🖤

TW: mentions of self harm, depression, eating disorder, swearing, age gap (19/24)

It was a week later now and Billie was doing slightly better. After tidying her room with Harry, he practically forced her to shower and get dressed so they could go and get her phone fixed. He was worried that her parents could be calling her and be just as concerned as he was when she wouldn’t pick up (he was also selfish and wanted to talk to her more). Once her phone was fixed, they spoke just as much as they used to - maybe even more. Billie found some sort of comfort in Harry and as much as she hated relying on him, she couldn’t help it.

Billie’s parents were back and they had no idea about what happened (she forced Jacob not to say anything and they didn’t ask anyway). They thought everything was ‘normal’, the only thing out of the ordinary was that she refused to leave the house. She hated doing that anyway, but now, she wouldn’t go on walks with Jacob or go to therapy. She feared that she would see Willow with her new girlfriend and go right back to square one.

Billie smiled at her phone and hopped off her bed, finding something to throw on. She didn’t care much for her appearance these days, but Harry was very well dressed and she didn’t want to look gross next to him. So, she decided on a pair of mom jeans and tucked in her favourite yellow Champion sweater and laced up her vans. It wasn’t much, but she looked like she tried. She let her hair fall naturally, she wasn’t bothered to even try with it.

Billie went to unplug her phone from where it was charging when her mum walked through the door. “Did you forget how to knock?” She rolled her eyes, she knew she shouldn’t have spoken to her mum like that but every little thing annoyed her and she couldn’t help but take it out on those around them.

“Where are you going?” Is the first thing Ruth asked her daughter.

“Out,” Billie pointed to her outfit, “clearly.”

“Keep talking to me like that and you won’t be going anywhere.” Her mother crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow.

“You can’t fucking stop me.” Stop it, Billie, she told herself. Just be fucking nice.

“Yes, I can.” The mother raised her voice. “I came up here to tell you that dinner’s ready but I don’t appreciate your attitude. If something’s wrong, talk to me. But if you’re just trying to act like a moody teenager, I don’t need this. I’m your mother-“

“Yeah? Start acting like it then!” Billie basically screamed. She was right to an extent, all her mother did was send her places for other people to deal with her and get embarrassed about Billie’s situation. Yes, she tried to be patient and kind, but did she really care?

“What’s going on?” They heard Jacob ask as he opened his bedroom door. Ever since he was young, he hated fighting. He’d hide under his bedsheets when his parents argued and tried his best to drown out the constant screaming with Billie.

Billie felt bad, she knew how her brother felt and she was always selfish and yelled anyway. She hated herself in that moment. “Don’t worry, J, I’m leaving anyway.”

“Leaving?”

“Yeah, I’m going out. I’ll see you later.” Billie stuffed some cash into her front pocket, picked up her phone, and pushed past her mother to head downstairs. As if on cue, she got the ‘outside’ text from Harry which she was thankful for because she couldn’t be in that house for another second.

Billie didn’t say goodbye. She didn’t care what her mother had to say or even where her dad was. She just left. Billie was angry now. The fact that her mum called her a ‘moody teenager’ really pissed her off. Is that what she really thought?

Getting into Harry’s car, she slammed the door and folded her arms. “Hey,” she huffed.

“Hi, are you alright?”

Harry barely got his question out before Billie was venting. She told him about the fight with her mother, about all of the things they both said. He listened as he drove, turning down the radio and taking in her words.

“I just can’t believe she fucking said that. ‘Moody teenager’?! I’ll give her a fucking moody t-“

“Let’s,” Harry cut her off, “not think about that right now.”

Billie usually hated when people never let her finish a sentence but Harry was right. She needed to ignore that for now and enjoy the fact that she was out of the house for the first time in a while. “Okay... let’s see what’s on.” She let out a heavy breath and turned up the radio.

***

“Why are we so early?” Billie complained, holding the popcorn that she didn’t even want.

“Stop complaining, will you? Didn’t realise it would-“

“Billie?!” Harry’s words were cut short by an all too familiar voice. Fuck, she thought. What the fuck am I gonna do?! Willow was talking towards her and Harry with the same girl she saw her a couple of weeks before. She was completely fucked. “Gosh, I haven’t seen you in ages! How are you?”

“I’m fine, Willow.” Billie had no emotion in her voice, she wasn’t even trying to act like she cared or was doing well.

“This is my girlfriend, Claudia.” She signalled to the girl next to her. Billie was sure her heart broke all over again, but she’d be damned if she let it show. “We just watched that new horror film, you know the one-“

“The one we said we’d watch, yeah.” She pursed her lips and looked at Harry. “This is my friend, Harry.”

It was all so awkward. Billie was trying not to cry, Willow was trying to make conversation, and Harry and Claudia felt so out of place. Billie had never wanted the ground the swallow her up more than she did in that moment. Harry and Willow greeted each other with a smile, and Billie caught a glimpse of Claudia. It killed her to say, but she was beautiful. And she seemed nice. Billie wished she was horrible so she could have a reason to hate her but the poor girl had done nothing but fall for Willow the same way she did.

“Our movie’s probably gonna start soon so we should, uh, get going.” Harry tried to sound as nice as possible, but it was clear he was trying to wrap up the conversation (if one could even call it that). “It was nice meeting you both,” he smiled, before placing his hand on Willow’s back and walking away. Billie looked back once just to smile at her ex-girlfriend so she didn’t seem rude, but she truly could have gone without seeing her at all.

Before Harry could ask if she was okay, Billie was venting with a mouth full of popcorn. “You know what kind of sucks? Willow is so happy. I’m not saying I want her to suffer or anything but I got all the bad stuff and she got to good side. I hate it.”

Harry told Billie that all she could do now was try to move on. Not by dating anyone else or anything like that, but just by getting over Willow. It would be hard and it would hurt but there wasn’t much she could do. All Billie did was nod and listen to Harry - she realised that she really did need to try to move on.

***

The movie was done now and Billie sighed. She didn’t care for the movie that much, but she really didn’t want to go home. All she would do is think about Willow and on top of that, her mother would probably have another go at her. She just wasn’t up for that tonight. Her mum has left her several missed calls and texts since she’d left and they weren’t very nice ones either.

“I don’t want to go home.” Billie announced once herself and Harry we’re back in his car. “I just - I can’t.”

“Because of your mum?” The teenager nodded at the question. “I’m sure she-“

“You don’t know what she’s like, H. Once she starts, she doesn’t stop until she makes me feel so bad that I have to apologise. I can’t handle that right now.”

“Billie, we can’t just drive around all night.”

“I know,” she sighed again, “it’s fine, just take me home. I won’t-“

“You could stay at mine?” Harry suggested, he knew Billie wasn’t going to be able to handle her mother and seeing Willow all in one night so he suggested the first thing he could think of.

“Aren’t you staying with your mum?”

“Nope, been staying on my own for the past couple of days.” He smiled. “I can set up the spare bedroom is you like?”

Billie thought for a minute. It’s not that she didn’t want to, she just didn’t want to burden him anymore than she already was. “Only if you’re okay with it. If you aren’t, it’s fine. I get it. Don’t feel like you have to do this.”

“Wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t okay with it.”

“Thanks.” She smiled.

***

Harry’s house was massive. Billie was confused when they pulled up outside. She’d never seen anything like it. What. The. Fuck.

“Are you a billionaire or something?” She blurted as Harry unlocked the door, she had a habit of thinking out loud.

“Do you live under a rock or something?” Harry bit back jokingly, making her raise her eyebrows.

“That wasn’t a no....”

“My dad - real dad - is a CEO. I work for his company.” Harry explained. “I’m not a billionaire. Not yet.”

“Not yet?! That’s wild... guess it explains your car, and outfits, and rings-“

“Come on, let’s get you set up.” He chuckled, shaking his head as he lead her up the stairs.

***

Billie couldn’t sleep for the life of her. Her phone kept going off with her parents and Jacob asking where she was but she’d turned it off almost an hour ago. She was exhausted, her body was so fucking tired but her brain wouldn’t stop going.

It was late. Almost 3am. Billie needed a glass of water or a cup of tea or something. She’d only eaten the popcorn (out of stress) at the cinema and that was it. Though she wasn’t very hungry, she needed something. Trying to remember her way around her friends’ massive house, she walked down the stairs. As she got to the bottom, she heard someone crying. She followed the sobs, and she was met with Harry in the living room. He was crying to his hands and running his hands through his hair.

“Harry?” Billie asked quietly, trying not to startle him. She did anyway. His head snapped and he turned to face her. Billie’s heart broke for him - he looked so sad. “What’s wrong?” She whispered, rushing to sit next to him and rub his back.

The older man shook his head, aggressively wiping his tears away. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

Billie sighed, resting her chin on his shoulder and moving his hands from his face. “Talk to me, H.”

“Found this,” he croaked, handing a single piece of paper to Billie. Opening it, she skimmed over the words, realising it was from his step dad. “It’s dated the day before he died.”

“Oh, my god.” Tears filled her eyes, she didn’t know why. She hasn’t know Harry that long and she’d never met his step dad but she couldn’t help it. Billie shook her head and put the letter on the coffee table in from or then. “I-I can’t read this, Harry.”

“I miss him, B.” Harry started crying again, not just a few tears. No, he was sobbing. Hiccuping and heaving - Billie even thought he might have a panic attack at some point. She’d never seen him like this before. She knew when he was down and if he wasn’t in a good mood but she’d never seen it with her own eyes. He was crying so much that he could support his own weight, so Billie held him. Harry’s head was pressed against his chest and he soak her - well, his - shirt with tears. Her arms were around him, and she used one had to push his hair out of his face. “I miss him so much.”

“I know, H, I know.” She didn’t know what to say or how to help him. All she could do was try her best to be there and let him be sad for a minute. “It��s okay, I’ve got you.”

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kpopfromtheblock · 6 years

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a/n ⇾ thank you, thank you, thank you for the amount of love you all have shown me on the first installment of this series! I hope you enjoy the second installment just as much - this one is a little less goofy than the first! I hope you don't mind✨ thank you for reading!

LIFE WITH BANGTAN | ot7

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genre ⇾ fluff-idy mcfluff fluff fluff

pairing ⇾ bts x fem reader

summary ⇾ the boys (especially Jungkook) miss you a lot while they’re away on tour, so much so that you become the topic of their conversation in Jin’s hotel room. In result, they decide to FaceTime you to check up on you...

warning ⇾ some cringe-worthy goodness (AS ALWAYS), a lot of cute shit, swearing & if you squint… you might see Yoongi saying some freaky deeky things… dassit

words ⇾ 2,6k

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Twelve midnight and the members of BTS are finally back in Jin’s hotel room, relaxing after a long day of rehearsals and a three hour show.

They sit around the living room, food and cola surrounding them as they talk about the events of the day. Whilst everyone is discussing how happy they are with how the concert went, the youngest of the seven men, is in a world of his own, thinking of nothing and no one else but you.

“Has anyone spoken to our girl today?” Jungkook asks before taking a sip of his cola.

“No, not since she texted the group chat this morning.” Jimin informs the younger male before shoveling chop sticks full of ramen into his mouth.

“She texted us?” Jungkook’s eyes brows furrow in confusion.

How could he have possibly missed a text from you? He’s always the first person to respond when you contact them via group chat.

“Yup.... Did you not get it?” Hoseok responds then lets out a strained burp that has been stuck in his chest for almost five minutes. A sigh of relief falls from his mouth as he slouch a little in the spot he’s taken up on the floor. A few minutes ago he felt like he was going to explode from all the ramen he had consumed but after letting out some built up gas, he feels a lot better.

Jungkook gets up immediately and walks to the bedroom where his phone is charging. He unplugs it and the screen lights up. He doesn’t waste time going through the notification. JK unlocks his phone and opens the green messaging app. Surely enough the first conversation in his inbox is the group chat that consists of his members and you.

‘How did I not see this?’ He thinks.

His eyes scan over the screen and his notices the little crescent moon icon to the right side of the conversation.

“Ah” He says, coming to a realization that he must’ve put his phone on Do Not Disturb last night and had forgotten to take it off.

Now, come to think of it, he thought it was a bit strange how he wasn’t getting any notifications all day unless the phone was unlocked. It all makes sense now.

He walks back into the living room to reclaim his precious seat next to Yoongi on the other couch. “My phone was on do not disturb.” Jungkook explains.

“You fool.” Jimin teases causing a few of the other members to laugh. Jungkook opens the group chat label ‘Y/N AND THE CHIPMUNKS’: a name you came up with and no one has decided to change it as they knew you’d just change it right back.

Jimin tried to once and the impending name war went on for a month... You obviously won though.

Jungkook looks at the group chat, scrolling past all the responses from his Hyungs until he finds the messages you’ve sent.

Yesterday 8:30 AM

Y/N

hiiiiiii, it’s yo girl 😏 lol

Y/N

this messages is a bit long bc i know you guys are busy and can’t answer the phone so a text is the next best thing!

Y/N

just wanted to wish you guys good luck and tell you i love you! i know you’re all gonna do great! and Mr. Jungkook, pls stop lifting Chim’s shirt up during shows... it’s hard enough as it is that you guys aren’t here, i don’t want to be tortured by videos too 😭

Y/N

oh and speaking of that, i’ve decided to go back to my apartment for the remainder of the month... it’s too hard to be at the dorm when you guys aren’t in it... it’s too big and feels so much loner...

plus i have a lot of school work to catch up on which is a good thing. it’ll keep me busy until you guys get back...

and don’t worry Mr. Seokjin... i locked up and set the alarms perfectly, everything is fine!

Y/N

anyways that’s all i wanted to say! pls don’t skip your meals and don’t get sick or hurt. come back to me the same way you left me! i love you guys so much, have fun!

Jungkook’s heart swells in his chest. You are the girl of his dreams and he can’t believe he ‘s lucky enough to have you in his life, let alone share you with six of the the people he loves and trusts most in the world.

He couldn’t be any more content than he is now, right in this very moment.

“I miss her.” Jungkook sighs, capturing the attention of the older men in room. “We all do.” Namjoon replies, knowing good and well that the her Jungkook was referring to is you... “I wish she would’ve came with us this time around... I don’t like being away from her for so long.” Jimin chimes in as he uses the chop sticks to push the leftover ramen around in his bowl.

“You know how important school is to her... We couldn’t let her miss three months of classes for us.” Jin reminds them. “Not that she wouldn’t if we begged her but, you know… We beg her to miss school” He adds with a shrug of his shoulders.

‘Stupid school.’ Jungkook thinks.

Although he’s not happy with the circumstance, he understands and accepts them just like the rest of the guys do. Jungkook knows you want to become a veterinarian, he knows you have dreams of one day opening up a vet/animal shelter and he wants nothing more than for you to do just that and achieve your dreams but he just misses you so much when you’re apart and he’s sure the others feel the same way, they’re just better at keep themselves distracted.

“I told her to take those online classes...” Yoongi remembers the day he told you that taking classes online would be the best for your schedule. You’d be able to relax at home but still get the lessons you needed to graduate and not only that you could spend more time with them, at the dorm or on tour.

The idea sounded tempting to you at the time but you decided against it. You wanted to get the full college experience and you didn’t think you’d be able to do that from inside the boy’s dorm.

“Then she’d be able come with us everywhere...” Yoongi adds. He takes a sip of his drink then leans back in the chair, spreading his legs out to get a bit more comfortable.

“Do you think she’s still studying?” Jungkook asks curiously. The eagerness he felt to talk to you had grown since you had become the topic of conversation between the seven of them.

“Maybe? Either studying or asleep by now.” Hoseok thinks out loud.

“Tae called her not too long ago. She sounded like she was exhausted.” A little pout forms on Namjoon face as he thinks about how tired you must be from a full day of classes and work.

He hopes that you are resting well as he’s caught you more than once going days without sleeping or eating because you’re studying or too focused on an assignment due. Even though Namjoon is also a victim of this vicious cycle of not eating or sleeping, he doesn’t want you to fall into the habit.

“Oh...” Is all Jungkook says in response.

“I hope she hasn’t fallen asleep at her desk again.” An image of you pops into Jin’s head. One where you are hunched over your desk, with your head resting uncomfortably against one of your text books.

“She’ll wake up with a cramp in her neck.” He adds, concern laced in his voice.

“Should we call her now to see if she’s okay?” Jungkook suggests as he perks back up in his seat.

“We shouldn’t disturb her. It’s really late.” Tae points out as he stands to pick up the trash from around the room.

“It’s only two am there.” Jungkook protests.

“That’s late Jungkookie.” Yoongi leans his hand up and ruffles Jungkook’s hair fondly. He then gets up and makes his way to the bathroom.

“But Hyung…” Jungkook starts. He turns to Jin, his doe-eyes widen slightly before he speaks. “Can’t we call quickly to check on her? I just want to hear her voice before bed.” Jungkook pleads.

Jin doesn’t hesitate when he says “Okay.” It’s hard for him to say no to Jungkook when looks at with those bright doe-eyes of his.

Unfortunately for Jin, Jungkook isn’t the only one he has a weakness for. You also have Seokjin wrapped around your finger and both you and Jungkook know it.

From time to time the two of you will team up together and use your charm to persuade Jin into getting what you want and this only happens after you two have failed with Yoongi.

With Jin? It works every time and as much as he likes to act like he hates it, he secretly lives for it because he loves when the two of you act cute for him.

Jungkook smiles brightly and brings his attention down to his phone. He taps the green telephone icon then searches for your name. He quickly presses the FaceTime button and waits...

The phone rings three times before your sleepy face comes into frame. Your hair is a mess, your cheeks are slight puffy, your eyes are tired and there are bags starting to form underneath them and in this moment.. You are the cutest thing Jungkook has ever seen.

“Baby~” Jungkook calls cutely. You smile sleepily at him through the screen. The sound of his voice immediately puts you at ease. “Kookie… I miss you.” You say and the words make Jungkook cheeks flush a subtle shade of red. “I miss you too.” He confesses.

“Let me see her.” Jin requests as he get up from his spot on the couch. He takes a few steps across the room before coming to plop down on the other couch where Yoongi had been sitting.

Jungkook stretches his arm out to holds his phone out further so he can capture both himself and Jin in frame.

“Ohhh, Jin. You look so handsome.” You tell him sweetly.

How he’s able to still look so good and well rested after a full day of preforming is beyond you.

“Of course. My name is Kim Seokjin.” Jin says confidently and you laugh. “Of course!” You agree through laughter. “Only Kim Seokjin is able to look this good after a full day of entertaining millions of fans.” You egg him on and he smiles proudly at you. “I miss you Mr. Seokjin” You speak again. “I miss you too Princess. We wish you were here.” He tells you before blowing you one of his infamous flying kisses. You pretend to catch it and he laughs. “What about me!?” You can hear Jimin yell from across the room. You can almost envision the sulky pout of his lips from you not giving him attention. You giggle at the thought.

“Of course I miss you Chim. I miss you all so much.” You say loud enough for them to hear you.

“We miss you too darling.” Tae shouts from the kitchen.

Namjoon comes from out of the bedroom and sits on the arm rest of the couch. Jungkook turns the phone to Namjoon and you are greeted by his deep dimpled smile. “Hi Joonie.” You say as sweetly as you always do. “Hi baby girl… You look tired.” He says immediately upon seeing your face.

You laugh at the fact that he’s so worried about you after he’s just finished preforming for a stadium full of adoring Army. If anyone looks tired, it’s him.

“You shouldn’t worry Joonie. I’m fine. You on the other hand… I hope you are resting well. I hope you all are getting enough rest.” You say truthfully. Namjoon smiles at how considerate you are. “I’m fine. We’re all resting well.” He reassures you. “Good. Keep it up.” You say sternly and he chuckles in response. “What are you doing baby?” Jungkook asks as his face pops back up on the screen.

“I was studying but I guess at some point I fell asleep.” You inform him.

“At your desk?” You hear Namjoon’s voice from a distance.

You hesitate a bit before answering “…Yes.” You know a good scolding is come so you sit patiently and wait for it.

Yoongi has come out the bathroom in time to hear the conversation between you and the boys. He hears when you say that you did indeed fall asleep at your desk, yet again. He leans against the wall with his arms across over his chest. “Kitten...” He says. You can tell by the tone in his voice that he is a little bit upset with the info he’s just heard from you.

“Don’t worry my love…” You start before he can reprimand you. “I’m gonna go to bed right now.” You try to convince him.

Yoongi walks over and takes the phone from Jungkook. His heart breaks just a little when he see the exhaustion behind your eyes. “Imagine if we hadn’t called… You’d still be sleeping at your desk.” He says. “Not true…” You object. “I would’ve gotten up eventually.” You mumble but of course he hears every word with you being so close to the phone. “Kitten, please rest properly… Or I’ll have to punish you when I get back home.” There’s a hint of playfulness in Yoongi’s voice but you know him well enough to know that that playfulness is only there to cover up the dominate and lustful tone in his words.

You blink a few times before responding, a little thrown off by his sudden assertiveness. “Okay...” You say and he raises and eyebrow at you… “Okay?” He questions, not pleased with the way you’ve chosen to respond to him. You feel a small shiver run down your spine as he speaks to you. “Okay daddy.” You answer him correctly this time and he smirks at you. “Good girl.” He compliments you. Before you can say anything else, you see a very tired looking, Jung Hoseok coming into frame behind Yoongi.

Hobi rests his head on Yoongi’s shoulder and smiles at you through the screen. “My Angel.” Hoseok speaks softly. “My Hope.” You respond in the same tone. “I love you.” He says straightaway and your heart skips a beat for what feels like the hundredth time since you’ve been on this video call with them. “I love you more baby.” You tell him and smiles wider.

“We’ll see you soon. Okay?” He reminds you.

“Okay.” You nod your head. “You guys get some rest.” You encourage them. “I love you all very much.” You shout loudly enough for all your boys to hear from where ever they are in the hotel room.

The sounds of ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I’ll see you soon’s’ and ‘I’ll talk you later’s’ and some flying kiss which you know are all from Jin, come booming through the speaker of your phone.

You laugh loudly and return the flying kisses, putting your lips up to the phone to make kissing noises. “Bye Darling!” Taehyung bids you a farewell and you do the same to him. “Bye!" and with that the call ends.

You can’t wipe the smile off your face. How did you get so lucky? Most girls have one amazing boyfriend but you? You are blessed enough to have seven and everyday you are grateful that they have chosen to love you…

#bts fluff

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Eliot- Violin, Marimba, Fiyero- Bagpipes, Jason- Harp, Jonathan- Oud, Sparks- Recorder, Matthias- Organ, Axel- Harpsichord, to the mod- Marimba, Hai Lin- Trumpet, sorry for such a long one, you don’t have to do them all!

mSorry I took for literal ever, I wanted to make sure they were all good, hopefully I succeeded! I’ll try to be faster next time Eliot

Bravon’s going to call me an ‘emo bitch’ for this, but- I don’t get sad all too often. Never have. Usually it comes out as me being pissed, which I personally find much more useful. Even at things that do make me sad instead of the much more useful anger, I do everything in my power to turn it into anger- to find a problem and solution and do it. I don’t believe in lying down and accepting whatever happened. You move on and you break whatever did it to you, or you die trying.

As for my ‘defining trait’? I have no fucking clue- let me go ask Bravon and Axel.

(Ten. Minutes Later)

Well Bravon said it was that I’m bottom, and Axel said it’s that I can make great hot chocolate so they’re useless.

I guess if not those, I don’t fucking know- I guess I’m resilient? If that’s the word? I don’t like inaction, not doing anything to me is worse than self destruction. Humans weren’t meant to take being pushed down, you keep going even if it hurts you more.

Fiyero:

How sweet of you for asking ❤️

My heritage is my lifeblood. Why wouldn’t it be? Not everyone is lucky enough o be a Deamorte, why wouldn’t I show it as much as I could~ We’ve been celebrities since Venice, what’s there not to be proud of! ❤️ 💖

As for country wise, while I admit I’m not the largest fan of my hair, I love my Irish background from my father’s side, they’re such a fiery people, how could I not? And my mother’s Roman ancestry is the reason I have the gifts I do- the bedrock of civilization and all that. And nothing in this world could compre with the marble streets of Italy.

Of course, I would love to add some more Irish to the family line, right, @liliesinwrittendreams ?

Jason:

Bagpipes? Really? You pick the most lame-ass instrument there is? Whatever- least I got a better ask than Johnny. Good luck to that creep explaining his shitty parents.

Anyway- pride? In my heritage? I mean, gotta say, I’m white as fuck. We’re Mayflower bitches. Some of the first police officers in the state, went back since for literal ever. Pretty proud I guess, police, generals, pretty badass. But I don’t really like relating to my old man unless I have to.

Fuckin’ dick.

I drink a lot of beer? That count as ‘showing my heritage’? Fuck it, sure, love German beer. We’ll call it that.

Jonathan:

I don’t know why Jason would think I wouldn’t want to answer this, I love my family, all of them, even the...problem child, Jason grew up to be.

Well, not ‘grew up’. He was always like this. Throwing my dolls in the river and all that.

It’s a hard call, honestly, between Jason and my ma, but, I’m sure you’ve all heard enough about Jason to last a lifetime.

[”Jonathan you creepy fuck stop trying to write me ou-]

Ignore him. He got his attention seeking from father.

Besides that, I’d say my ma’s the one who taught me. She fell sick when I was younger, so I was the one who took over the farm work, especially when Jason left to move to the city with father. Seeing her so weak, helpless, the woman who gave life, who held me when I was crying as a child, protected me from my father’s rampages, would jump in front of his fist in the name of protecting her child, I learned just how important it was to protect the weak.

That’s why I know it’s my callin’ in life, protecting what can’t protect themselves. Animals, children, weaker adults. Even if my mother is no longer in this world-bless her heart- I’m still around to keep her legacy around.

And, if I can say anything about it, I’m goin’ to make a world safe for people like her.

Sparks:

Oh, gosh, I-I, I don’t remember much of when I was a kid. I spent a lot of time inside, we were traveling all the time, s-so I didn’t get much of a chance to make friends. I had a lot of siblings, though, who were always with me, I loved a lot! I don’t keep in much contact with them anymore, my older sister, Mai, tries to call me sometimes but, u-usually it’s to try and get me to join It Works...

Oh! I remember it. It’s like a really really specific thing but...

When I was a kid, really young, I got picked on a lot. I was kinda weird, had- have- a gaptooth, didn’t really get other kids. A couple kids started messing with me, pushing me to the ground and I hurt my arm really bad on the school steps.

I guess...I just remember really clearly how I felt in that moment. Well, that, that I didn’t feel. I’d seen in every movie, seen other kids in that moment, they’d cry, they’d feel bad and...

I didn’t.

I wanted to. I tried to talk mean to myself while they did it. I repeated the names they called me, I called myself ugly and stupid and a freak, but, I couldn’t make myself sad. It was weird. I wanted to know what sad felt like, if nothing else than curiosity.

That was when I realized why I was different, I think. I didn’t know why mom was taking me to doctors before that, I didn’t understand. I do now though. It’s been hard but, I’ve worked through it. I just needed an ù̶̟͋p̶͇͈̑d̷̦͊a̴̠̳͗̔̇t̶͇̬͆́e̷͇̜̋͑̿.

Matthias:

LOL, thought you said Organ. Like, ya know. A dick. Is a dick an organ? BRB, gotta google that.

Well I’ll be danged.

Anywhoswhatevers. Blowy thing. Duuude, we watched the Ring, it was sick. Dad and I have horror movie Mondays, which, yeah, tehcnically god doesn’t like or whatever, but, dad says as long as we get permission from the pastor ahead of time, we’re good.

And, when ya’ got the pastor’s nudes, anything is good by him.

It’s so funny, that movie scares the poop out of anyone, so watchin’ dad watch it was so freaking funny. Wish I had a vid. He started crying once, unplugged the phone, it was great. 10/10, would recommend. V good.

Axel:

I got one! ;LDKFDSAKJ That is so cool!!!!

This whole thing is cool, I haven’t heard a harpsichord, what’s that? It’s like a super big piano right, with ploppy keys? I should learn to play one- it’d be so cool I could play that cool song from Rainbow Rocks with the siren peopl-

Eli says I need to get back on point because he has homework

Oh...when I was told I was ‘weird’? It’s not super happy I guess but, I get called that a lot at school. There’s a group of girls who like making fun of me a lot, say my clothes are all raggy trash and stuff, and throw stuff at me, say I’m weird...but it’s okay! I don’t mind really, if they think I’m weird- they can think I’m weird, since it makes them feel better!

If I’m weird, it means they’re not, and not feeling weird is nice, so, it’s got to make them feel good to throw things at me right? That’s what matters? Right?

Right?

Hai Lin:

Blog. You people. Started. A blog.

I’d say I’m surprised, but honestly- this is not the dumbest thing you people’ve done. Not that it says much.

Alright, though, I’ll bite. Sue’ll be happy about it.

Honestly? I’d say I’m almost there. I’ve clawed my way from poverty to queen of the underworld, there’s not a soul who wouldn’t refuse to kneel before me...well, one who’d live to say anything about it.

I guess, if there’s one thing I do still wish for though, is a life for my little sister. I know she doesn’t like this life, even if she knows little about it, but, I don’t want her forced into the same world I was. I want to give her a good, safe, life.

I know sometimes she gets swept up in the romantic idea of the thief, she thinks she’s the kind to swing from masts and find a Romeo and Juliet love story, with her as the criminal and them as the good boy, but, I just can’t see her as anything other than my little bird. Maybe that’s on me, but, that’s the last milestone I have before I’m where I feel I can really rest.

Rosie! (Me)

Fun fact, when I first signed up for band, I tried to get the Marimba. I cried trying to hold two mallets because I have really sensitive skin thanks to childhood eczema. Then tried Timpani, couldn’t figure it out, freaked out, quit, and refuse to go to the half of the school where the band room is to this day.

I know. I’m a wreck.

My defining trait, I’d say, is probably my...for lack of a better term, ‘fuck it’ mentality. I’m the kid who, and this is true, rolls around school in Heelies with a yeet or be yeeten shirt. I was voted Most Unforgettable for Senior Superlatives. Generally, in life, I try to assume that nothing matters so I may as well have fun with whatever I’m doing :)

#ask #ask challenge #I'm so so so sorry I took like fifteen years for this #thank you so much for sending this in!#Anonymous

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