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hwathinker · 3 months

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"no one's going to look at that dress on you except me."

pairings ; idol!boyfriend!seonghwa x non idol!fem!reader warnings ; just pure smut (mdni lol), yes i have a thing for fingering and licking </3 wn ; i've been very lazy lately but i felt like writing something haha (just want hwa's cock fr) lmk if there are any errors thanks

its your dinner night with your co-workers today, now you're unpacking your things out on the floor one by one. seonghwa had a day off from work after their world tour as they're already finished. he booked a room in the hotel you're going to have dinner at, but instead of booking for one person, he got a bigger room as he's going to accompany you along. honestly the best idea to let him be with you. really.

you and seonghwa went to the mall after you've checked in and already had your stuff in your hotel room. now, hunting for foods to stay in the night. "baby, are you sure you're going to the dinner night? i got a bad feeling about it.." seonghwa said. he didn't want you to go simply because he don't want anyone to look at you with the dress he got you on your birthday. you looked at him, smiling and confused at the same time. "why wouldn't i? its my first dinner night as a co-worker. of course i'd go." you grabbed three to four packs of chips, along with some instant noodles and put it in the basket seonghwa was holding.

"i know but... ahh you know baby?! Sometimes it's quite best to listen to your boyfriend! I mean.." he stuttered, not wanting to let you know about his jealousy over the dress. You didn't bother to say something, bringing him to the counter and pay for everything. After you both had shopped for foods, you head back to your hotel room. To get some rest before going to have fun tonight.

you plopped down on your shared king sized bed leaving the foods unpacked from its plastic bags. seonghwa was still at the front door, taking off his shoes before joining you. he moved closer, grabbing you by the waist. "baby, please? i don't want you to go." he pouts. you caressed his cheeks as you smiled. "its just for about.. until midnight. just like how we're away when you're busy with your schedules." you said, pinching his nose as he smiles. "fine. i'll let you. lets take a nap, shall we? wouldn't wanna let my baby gets tired before her best night." seonghwa said. little did he know, he won't let you go tonight anyway.

8:25pm

strawberry perfume filling the room, with your heat curled hair just on the right length. the red satin dress that seonghwa had bought for your anniversary months ago, hugs your body so well, with a little cut to your knees. everything goes so well along with your perfect makeup you had practiced for tonight. also, your black purse making you look elegant. seonghwa was in bed, already in his favorite black pajamas. behind being busy with his phone, he was too nervous to look at you. "hwa, do i look good?" you said, turning back from the mirror for him to look at you clearer. seonghwa cleared his throat, eyebrow furrowed but his eyes didn't shift a little to even glance at you. "uh.. yeah... it looks very pretty, baby." he said. the reaction he had doesn't excite you that much. you walked towards him, putting your purse down on the bed. hovering over him sweating a little by little. you took his phone away, throwing it somewhere only god knows.

seonghwa, once again cleared his throat. folding his hands over his chest as he looks away except you. you quickly grab his face by his chin, eyes locked to his big ones. seonghwa finally giving in, making an eye contact with you, slowly going down to your dress. scanning your whole profile, he felt himself growing erection. you backed off, giving him more view of your whole look. seonghwa was in awe, sitting up as he's still looking at you up and down, slowly. "so? any comments now?" you said, feeling impatient for his answers. seonghwa simply got up, basically hovering over your still small body even wearing the high heels. he held you by your waist, pulling you closer to him . caressing your hair, gently grabbing some to admire. you smiled, throwing your arms over his shoulder, approving his silent compliments. "oh baby, i bet everyone will love this look of yours." he said, cupping your cheek as he kisses you passionately. his other hand, going down to your ass, gently squishing them.

you melted into the kiss, slowly forgetting about the dinner you're going to have for about an hour. seonghwa pulled you closer, slowly walking backwards to the bed. as you both pulled away from your kiss, he's finally sat on the bed, with you hovering over him. hands on his shoulders, your left leg placed beside his, as his hands are still glued on your body. you looked at the clock on the wall, 8:49pm. "shit, its getting late. i have to go now-" you were about to let go but seonghwa had his arms around you as soon as you noticed. you looked down at him, his eyes were.. full of lust. his tongue pressed on the inside if his cheek. "baby i have to-" "no one's going to look at that dress on you except me." you were once got cut off again by him. looking at him ever so confusingly, you laughed it off. "so.. you begged me not to go because of this dress i had from you?" you said, placing your hands on his shoulder once again.

"i don't think i allow my princess to go around so sexy like this. this look on you.." he hissed, furrowing his eyebrows together as he looks at your curves along with his hands tracing them. "its only for me. for my eyes only, baby." he leaned down, bringing you along as you're now hovering over him again. "do you know how much i've been imagining you with this dress on but you never put it on back then.. i'd love to hear my name moaned out by your sweet voice.. in this dress." he said again. his eyes still admiring your body non stop. you smirked at him, rolling down next to him, signaling him to go on top of you.

"obedient... and controlling much? love, you have no idea how hot you are." he said, grabbing the both of your hands and holding them with one hand over your head. "you love it hm? love it when i use this kind of clothing so that you would have an excuse to fuck me out with your aching dick?" you teased, wiggling your feet to let go of your heels and place them around seonghwa's waist. "you're one to talk." seonghwa kissed you, not rough, but also not so gentle. just the way you love it. he leans closer to you, resting his body on yours as his other hands rests on your neck. you felt his crotch pressed against your wet core, so you tried to thrust upwards to meet his aching dick once again. he noticed that, stopping every movements as he backed off an inch away to look into your eyes. "i thought you were more into the dinner more than me." he said, getting up from you. he flipped you around and took off his pants. you looked back, noticing a patched on his boxer. you smirked in his current state. seonghwa gently press on his erection, eyes only locked on you. "you see this..? this is your fault, babygirl." reaching to your back, he unzips your dress.

exposing your back, naked without a bra. (shh.. you used a sticky(?) bra thing on ur tits ;D) seonghwa licked his bottom lips, caressing your waist as he slid the dress down till it fell on the floor. "baby.. where is your bra hm? really was expecting this moment don't you?" he said, now ripping off your laced black panties. you whined at his hands roaming around your body, basically tickling you in a hot way. "please.. stop." you begged, not wanting to be in the teasing session anymore. seonghwa leaned to you, holding your face up by your chin making you look at him. "please what..?" he licked your earlobe, pecking on it all the way to your shoulder. "p-please.. just fuck me already..!" you whined, feeling his soft lips going down to your wet core.

seonghwa finally reached your heated cunt, looking at every curves as possible. "i need you to turn around for me baby." he said, tapping your thighs twice. you obeyed, rolling to your back as you sigh in relaxation. seonghwa put your legs up, locking them down on the mattress with his arms to get a clear view on your leaking core. seonghwa breathed to your pussy, knowing you would feel it. "baby, you're already so wet now? you are so.. so naughty." he licked your folds, wanting to hear the pretty voice of yours. after giving them kitten licks, he went looking at your cunt again. this time, you're constantly twitching as you wanted more of his tongue. he loved the way you just breath so hard without your words, but your cunt says everything you need just by twitching so much.

seonghwa caress the outside of your folds before inserting one finger in, eyes focusing on your reaction to it. he loves.. like really loves you making those faces while you hold in your moans. "louder love, don't hold them in if you love it." he said, increasing the pace of his finger. "a-ah, mm.. hwa.. please.." you moaned out. seonghwa slowed down once more, "please what hmm..?" sucking on your clit and flatten his tongue on them. your mind was spinning at how good he's making you feel. "just... let me cum.." you quietly said, stopping seonghwa's hand from moving again. instead, his tongue was teasing your clit. "please.. hwa, i just want to cum on your face.. your dick.." you breathily begged. he kissed your inner thigh as approval, inserting another finger inside you as he pump them faster. along with his tongue licking your pussy so good. you rolled your eyes back, pleasure waving over. your thigh was shaking, winning over his arms that was holding them back as you squished his face with your thigh.

when you were close, he pulled out his finger as he gets up. he licks them until they're clean, it made you shiver. "oh baby, need you to cum all over me now." seonghwa went back to his position, this time he's licking your cunt until you cum. his tongue works so perfectly inside you, rolling them smoothly and hitting the right spot. "yes.. more.. ah, i'm gonna-" as soon as you were going to finish your sentence, you moaned out in pleasure as you came onto his tongue. seonghwa cleaned your release so well, not missing any drop behind.

after he licked them clean, he gave your puffy cunt a peck before getting up to get off his boxer. his dick springs out, almost touching your lower stomach. "don't think i am done yet with you. that was only a warmup. well, for me."

haa omgg shai posted another seonghwa smut omg ! bro yall have no idea how HORNY i am over the recent concert like... seonghwa be fucking the thin air and i'm here with my aching pussy like... GOD just fuck me already

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hairyjocktf · 5 days

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Greek Vacation

It was finally June, and Alex could barely sleep. He’d worked his ass off the last year in college to avoid having to take summer classes, which meant he could join the rest of his family on their trip to Greece. His mom had apparently won tickets or miles or something through her job, he couldn’t remember. All that mattered was he was going to Greece! It was finally time to relax and unwind from the insanely stressful last few months. He’d gone over his packing list six, seven times now; he was absolutely sure he was ready. His family was meeting him at the airport, so he was just pacing now, waiting on that text to start moving. The phone on the countertop buzzed and he lunged for it. It was time.

Alex grabbed his oversized suitcase and lugged it down the stairs of his apartment building out to the street. He hopped on the bus and found a seat. He was giddy, this trip was his dream trip as a kid, and now he was finally getting to go. He’d helped plan out their whole itinerary, from the Acropolis to the ruins at Delphi and so so many more. Before he knew it, they were dropping him at the airport. Inside the chaotic lobby he managed to spot his parents, his dad was already wearing a massive sun hat which helped. The next hour was a blur getting their bags checked, through security, and corralling everyone to the gate. Then began the longest part of the trip: the flight. Alex had brought noise canceling headphones and an extra strong dose of melatonin that he prayed would do the job. And miraculously, it did. Nearly ten hours later he woke up to the sounds of the plane landing, and next thing he knew they were in a cab headed into Athens.

The cab pulled up to their hotel, depositing them and their bags at the foot of a beautiful white building with a grand entrance. This part was his mother’s domain. She ushered everyone inside and got them to their room in no time. Alex was unpacking and setting his stuff out when he realized he couldn’t find his phone charger. He tore everything out of his suitcase and backpack, trying desperately to find it. Nothing. He must’ve left it in his haste getting out the door, after all his phone was plugged in while he was waiting.

Shit, he thought, before solemnly announcing the news to his family.

“We’ll stop by a store or something and get you a new one, it's fine,” his mother said, buried in her own suitcase. What a start to the trip. Alex sat on the side of his bed looking out the window at the building next door, kicking his legs waiting for them to get going. Finally, after another 30 minutes, they were getting back out the door.

Alex and his family started wandering through the massive metropolis of Athens, surrounded by white buildings and the intense noise of a city. Only a few blocks away they came upon a massive street market, with locals selling everything imaginable. Fruits, street food, bags, shirts, phones, you name it. Surely, Alex thought, they would sell a phone charger here. He squeezed up and down through tight corridors of shops, flooded with people. He was deep into the market when his path was blocked with a crowd. He turned around, only to find the way he came in also packed tight with tourists. He was stuck. As panic started to set in, Alex heard a deep, husky voice from the stall behind him.

“You there, tourist boy,” the voice said, and Alex whipped around to see a large man with dark olive skin, and the hairiest body he’d ever seen. It was on his fingers, hands, forearms, and crawled out of his open shirt solidly up to the thick bushy beard on his face that nearly hid all his features. Alex was frozen, taking in the sight of this man. He was snapped out of his daze by the man speaking again.

“You look tired, boy. Did you just arrive?” he looked Alex in the eyes.

Alex was jumbling his words, “Uh, yes, yea I did. But I slept! I shouldn’t be tired.. I don’t think…”

The man grabbed his hand and pulled it towards him. “Here boy, this will help you,” he said in his thick accent. He took out a small beaded bracelet and slipped it onto Alex’s wrist, tying it tight.

“Uhh, thanks?” Alex remarked, a little confused about the whole situation. The moment was interrupted by his mother’s voice piercing through the crowd.

“Alex!! Alex!! Are you over here?” Alex jerked his head towards the voice, starting to back away from the man.

“Enjoy your trip, boy,” the man said, releasing his arm and giving a slight wave. Alex turned away and pushed through the throng of people in his way, eventually reaching his mother.

“Alex! Thank god you’re okay, we lost you immediately. Here, we found someone selling chargers,” she handed him a cord, not even noticing the bracelet on his wrist. “Alright, let’s get back on track today, shall we?” she put some pep in her voice. As the family squeezed through the crowded Athenian streets, Alex failed to notice a slight itch where the bracelet clung to his wrist.

The summer sun beat down on them as they slowly made their way up the hills of Athens. Alex was sweating buckets, the back of his shirt absolutely drenched. He looked over in envy at his dad’s sun hat that he had mocked earlier. After what felt like an eternity, they made it to the base of the acropolis. Alex’s dad groaned at the sight of not only immense crowds, but another massive rock they had to climb. Alex was undeterred however, his eyes lit up with the sight of the ruins atop the hill. This was what he’d been waiting for, and he let nothing get in his way as he dragged his family into the crowd to get closer. The slight itch under the bracelet continued, unbeknownst to Alex. His skin under it was darkening to an olive shade, slowly creeping up his arm and down towards his hand. Where the darker tone had spread, hairs began popping up, thick black hairs in contrast to his light brown wispy hairs. They continued to sprout, growing in between the last, creating a dense, curly coat. The back of his hand was next, the same black hairs wriggling out. Soon enough, his forearm stuck out like a sore thumb next to the rest of his pale body, yet no one seemed to notice.

The next couple hours were heaven for Alex. He explored the acropolis with his family, pointing out everything he’d researched and explaining even more. Between the numerous ruins and museums, the rest of the day was jam packed with artifacts. Alex even found himself remembering facts about spots he didn’t remember researching. The other constant of the day was the sun. It beat down on them from above with the full force of a Mediterranean summer, sweat constantly dripping from his forehead. It seemed like significantly more than usual for Alex, but he chalked it up to the different climate, and how much they’d been walking. Under his soaked shirt, however, his body was adapting. The deep olive color had spread all the way up his arm, with the forest of hair following, coating his upper arm. The hairs crawled over his inflating shoulder, sprinkling it with black wisps. His bicep has also grown substantially, almost like he was a regular gym-goer, matching his now beefier hand and forearm.

The sun-kissed shade continued to spread, imposing itself over his chest. Not long after, his chest began growing. It pushed out two meaty pecs, skin stretching to accommodate the immense muscles growing in slowly. His chest was sore as years of workouts applied themselves at once. The crisp definition melted somewhat as his form softened, fat layering itself onto his chest and further down as a thick muscle gut grew in. His stomach pressed tight against his shirt, stretching it to its limit. As the muscle pushed out of his frame, so did the hairs. Small black hairs began rearing their heads around his growing nipples, pushing out like thick shoots of grass. The hairs radiated away from his nipples, surging across the open fields of his pectorals, burying them in a black, curly forest. They grew longer and thicker, matting together into a rug across his chest that scratched against his shirt. The fur coat grew denser in the center of his pecs and right below, making them look like real pillow cushions. His gut tingled as the hairs began erupting, swirling together and giving his belly a thick black coat to match. By the time Alex and his family were headed to dinner it looked like he’d eaten plenty, putting on dozens of pounds.

They sat down at a street-side restaurant that Alex had recommended, exhausted after a very active first day. While they browsed the menu, Alex scratched loosely at an itch above the neckline of his shirt. The wave of darker skin tone had slowly been inching up his neck, leading a wave of black hairs. His chest fur had overtaken his collarbone and continued to spread. His neck remained bare until, suddenly, a single dark hair sprouted above his shirt. It was black, thick, and curly. Seconds later, a second hair joined it, shooting out from his shirt collar. More and more began sprouting, giving Alex a thick dark tuft of hair curling over his shirt. This was just the beginning, though. The dark hairs climbed up his neck, following the wave of olive complexion. Alex’s lean face cracked as it widened, jaw growing thick and square. His brow jutted out and his nose grew more prominent as his face took on the darker tone. His wavy brown hair pulled back some, turning black and more curly. The itching grew as a shadow developed across his jaw, darkening as thick stubble emerged from the bare skin. The scruff seemed to age Alex up a good few years, he seemed like a real adult with the stubble, hairy forearms, and chest hair pushing out of his shirt.

As they ate, Alex briefed his parents on their plan for the next day, starting with an early bus out to Delphi. He already knew the exact times, costs, and routes to take for the perfect day. His parents were impressed at how well researched he was, not noticing the dark scruff covering their son’s face. They finished up dinner and caught a cab home, knowing they had to be up at the crack of dawn the next day.

The next morning came quickly, and with some disgruntled grumbling from his parents, they were off on their bus to Delphi. It was a three hour trip, so they settled into their seats and his parents tried to get a little more rest. Alex stared eagerly out the window, watching the mountains rush past with the sea behind. As the ride went on, he found himself shifting uncomfortably in his seat, like his body was agitated and he couldn’t figure out why. He tried to focus on the beautiful scenery and the maps of their destination instead. In reality, beneath his clothes, the slow moving wave of Mediterranean skin had crossed his muscle gut and reached his groin. It swept through his crotch, seeding the growth of new hair. His existent bush was sparse, and was quickly engulfed by the torrent of dark curly hairs that erupted from the base of his cock, spreading outward. Black hairs wormed out of his skin like weeds coating the entire area, pushing up towards his navel in a triangle pattern, and out onto his thighs.

Alex tried to subtly scratch at the area as the itching grew intense, using his map to hide his meaty hands groping the area. His flaccid cock absorbed the same olive color, and a thick foreskin stretched itself back over the head. It didn’t stay soft for long, engorging and pushing six, seven, eight inches in his pants. Alex shifted again to try and keep comfortable in his seat, but the growing rod was not helping him, leaving a massive imprint on his shorts. His bush continued to thicken, hairs sprouting between others, curling together into an impenetrable forest. The hairs even started climbing the base of his cock, popping out a ways up. There was a thud on the seat when Alex’s balls suddenly inflated to the size of baseballs, his sack growing furry as the same curly black hairs engulfed them. Alex had spread his legs as much as he could, he was practically on top of the guy in the seat next to him, and he was still feeling squeezed. He was about to reach his limit when the bus came to a stop. They had made it.

Like it was instinct, Alex gathered his parents and started their exploration of the site. He took them to the Temple of Apollo, the museum, and the spring. It was another relentlessly hot day, and within minutes he had started sweating buckets. He ignored it to continue guiding his parents around, but it began to take a toll. Underneath his arms, his paltry smattering of hair was starting to soak up some color, growing thicker and darker. The more sweat dripped from his pits the more hair began to shoot out of them, catching the drops and adding to the stench that began to waft from him. Throughout the morning, more and more hairs poked out from under his arms. His beefy arms weren’t able to hide the enormous tufts of hair that were pushing out of his pits, kept nice and damp from the heat.

They stopped briefly for lunch at a spot Alex knew and recommended, taking a break from the heat before they continued walking through the town. Alex scratched at his face, his fingers pulling through a little more hair than they had the night before. The meal was a nice reprieve, showcasing some delicious local cuisine to his parents. He took the chance to explain their next destinations, and before long they were back walking up the hills. Alex was glad he’d worn shorts today, it was brutal even for June. His exposed legs had begun taking on the same tone as the rest of him, no longer standing out as pale twigs. Curly hairs brushed against his shorts as they grew en masse, traveling from his pubes downward. The hairs pushed out of his growing thighs, a burgeoning field of dark curls spreading across them. His calves experienced the same, putting on size before getting engulfed with black hair.

They’d made it to the stadium and viewpoint at the top. Alex left the couple to take in the vista and address his current problem; his shoes were way too tight. Luckily, it seemed he’d worn sandals for the day. He bent over to loosen the straps, giving some breathing room to his now size 15 feet, not noticing the coarse hairs popping out across the tops of them. Even his toes were hairy now. He stood back up and looked out over the valley, scratching his ass that had been a little itchy. The same thick curly hairs had started bursting out of his crack, creating a furry mass between his cheeks. The hairs spread out, growing like weeds over the expanse of his ass. The sweat dripping down his widening back helped the hairs take root, and they shot upward sprouting from the small of his back. His lats grew darker as black fur erupted before climbing up to his neck and blending with the thick coating on his shoulders. The coarse curly hairs grew dense and long enough to push his damp shirt nearly an inch away from his body all around. Curly black hairs poked out of the back of his shirt collar too, mirroring the front side.

The sun had begun to hang lower in the sky, signaling it time to head back to the bus station. Alex’s legs had bulked up enough to handle the constant walking up and down, as he should be used to it by now. He guided the couple back down to the town and they got on their way back to Athens, another multi-hour journey. He felt his seat was even smaller this time, his body having swelled with muscle and mass throughout the day. As the bus bumped along the mountain roads, Alex stared at his reflection in the window. His short beard was pushing out. Hairs grew longer, curling together. More hairs sprouted to fill the gaps, climbing higher on his cheeks. The beard grew incredibly dense, adding another couple years to his face. He finally gave in and scooted over, taking up both seats. The bulky man then closed his eyes for an hour until the familiar noise of Athens began leaking through the windows.

They stopped at the station, and he grabbed the couple’s bags from the rack. WIth that motion, his short sleeve shirt that had been taught against his massive chest all day gave out, bursting open. His thick chest and belly and the incredible rug that covered them were exposed, but that was nothing out of the ordinary for him, especially in the summer. He lugged the bags to the curb and handed them over. The woman was exhausted looking, but still had a beaming smile.

“Oh, thank you so much Alexios! You’ve been amazing these last two days.” He swallowed, a large adam’s apple bulging out of his throat, “You’re very welcome. Enjoy the rest of your visit to Greece,” he said with a baritone voice and accent.

The man handed him a large stack of bills as a thank you, and the two headed off towards their hotel. Alexios sighed, it had been an exhausting day. And after all that, he needed to prepare for the new tourists he was to guide the next day.

Hey y'all, I was going to start on the poll story but it's been so close I couldn't predict it! So enjoy this race change tf in the mean time. Speaking of which, if you havent yet, go vote in the poll for the next story! There's still 2 days left.

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malice-ov-mercy · 5 months

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Somewhere Along the Way - Part 5: She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not

Pairing: Will Ramos x fem!Reader

Content Warnings: 18+!, a little angst, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, praise kink

A/N: I worked on this particular part for two weeks. I also wasn’t going to use this pic, but uh it kinda fits a scene soooo….. strap in cuz it’s a fucking long one but well worth it. It’s the final part, so I hope you enjoy it :).

Word Count: 6.1k

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While Will showered, I took it upon myself to start unpacking for him. There was a lot, so I knew he’d greatly appreciate it. I didn’t touch any of his gear or equipment since I had no clue where any of it went. I expected the smell of his tour and stage clothes to be worse, but I still scrunched my nose when I opened the suitcase. I sorted through everything, compiling the dirty clothes in a neat, organized pile to be washed whenever Will got the chance.

I opened a smaller bag, finding toiletries and an assortment of hair care products. Either he forgot to grab it, or he had more in the bathroom. I decided to leave the contents inside, setting it on his dresser and rummaged through my own stuff for some pajamas. I settled for an oversized t-shirt.

“(Y/N)?”

Will’s voice accompanied his knock on the door.

“You can come in!” I hollered.

“I forgot my hair goop.”

“Goop?” I snickered, grabbing the bag of his hair care products.

I turned to hand him his bag and my breath caught in my throat. Will’s hair was sopping wet. Water droplets dripped onto his shoulders, trickling down his bare chest. A towel hung loosely—and lowly— around his hips, his v-line exposed. He might’ve as well not been wearing one.

I didn’t realize how blatantly I was staring until Will grabbed the bag from me, an amused smirk on his face.

“You’re staring, flower.” He teased.

“Sorry. I—“

Will chuckled fondly and pecked my lips.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.” He reassured me. “You can stare as much as you want.”

Will gave me another chaste kiss followed by a wink before leaving.

I buried my face in my hands. My face burned fiercely. I knew I was as red as the roses Will gave me.

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I found any excuse I could to busy myself so I didn’t think of Will. I reorganized his pile of clothes about three more times. I peeked in his other bags to see if there was anything else I could sort through and put away. I even sorted through my own bag to make sure I had everything packed to leave tomorrow. Nothing I did scrubbed the image from my mind.

I breathed shakily as I fidgeted with the two bouquets of flowers on his dresser, ignoring the ache and dampness growing between my legs. The scent of the tulips and roses was pleasantly overwhelming, helping to calm my nerves. I needed Will to hurry so I could go make a beeline for the couch and get to sleep.

“There’s nothing better than a shower after a tour.”

Will’s voice tore through the silence in the room, startling me. I glanced at him then quickly busied myself with the flowers again when I saw he was still sporting just the towel.

He stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. His body was enticingly warm. My eyes fluttered shut as I subtly inhaled the scent of his body wash. It was a stark contrast to the soft floral aroma in front of me.

“Do you like your flowers?” Will whispered in my ear. His fingers grazed my skin as he brushed my hair away from my neck.

“Yeah.” My reply was breathy.

He hummed, lips ghosting across my nape.

“I like mine too.”

My fingers gripped the edge of the dresser when he pressed a hot, breathy kiss on my neck. His hands slid over my chest, just barely above my breasts. He trailed his hands down my arms, his touch gentle and soft. Will closed the already minuscule space between us, his chest flush to my back, fingers lacing with mine. Heat from his body against mine enveloped me, turning my blood hot.

“You’re sleeping with me, right?”

The low rasp in Will’s voice and innuendo went straight to my core. Regardless of whether or not he meant it the way I interpreted, my heart and mind started racing. It was impossible to decipher any of the thoughts in my brain. They were loud but incoherent, tangled in variously complicated webs. The voice in my heart, however, was the loudest it's ever been. It knew what it wanted and what it forever and always wanted was presenting itself, finally. But the noise trapped in my skull won in the end, and hesitation spoke.

“I’m fine with the cou—“

My sentence was cut short by Will biting my neck, eliciting an unexpected, quiet moan from my throat. He rutted his hips against my rear. I could feel the outline of his semi hard erection confined under his towel.

“Will,” I don’t know what I wanted to say.

“Yes, flower?” He husked.

“I…” I still had no clue what I wanted to say. My mind went blank.

Will spun me around so I was facing him. Without much thought, I rested my hands on his hips, pulling them flush against mine. I noticed him clench his jaw as he brought his hands to my face.

“We shouldn’t.” I whispered, sneaking my index fingers in the towel.

“We don’t have to.” Will stared deeply in my eyes.

His eyes always put me in a trance. They were so inviting and sweet and kind. The cacophony of shouting silenced for a moment while we gazed at each other. There was a thread holding me together, and I felt it fray the longer we stayed like this.

“But I want to.”

I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him into a bruising kiss. He groaned into my mouth, not wasting any time in tangling our tongues together. He held a vice-like grip on my waist. The voice in my head was now much clearer and yelling at me to stop, but I willfully chose to ignore it.

It got louder as I pressed against Will, pushing him back towards his bed, toppling onto the mattress. I pinned him down with my legs, straddling him, grinding down on his erection. His nails dug into my skin. He forced my hips down, rocking them forward and back while he arched, shamelessly and desperately rutting against me. My pussy throbbed and clenched. I was grateful for the towel between us because I didn’t want him to know just how wet seeing him in just a towel made me.

I moved my mouth to his jaw, nipping softly and leaving a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses all over his neck. His tattoos would likely mask any marks I made, so I wasn’t shy or soft with my bites. I scraped my teeth down to his collarbone, nipping every inch of his chest.

His hold on my hips was starting to hurt. I managed to free myself from his death grip, and lifted myself slightly, just enough to slip my hand between us, and started palming him. Will’s heavy breaths filled the room. I reached for the slit in the towel, slipping my hand inside when I found it.

An airy gasp escaped Will as I wrapped my fingers around his cock. He thrust lightly while I leisurely stroked a few times, long enough to tease and be rewarded with a quiet whimper when I stopped. I brushed my lips below his collarbone, ghosting soft kisses down his chest, down to his belly.

This was the only place I could completely ravage with lovebites and bruises, and I intended to do just that. I covered every blank spot of his skin, biting and sucking after every kiss. His taut ab muscles flexed under my lips.

I ventured further south, getting closer and closer to his dick. I peered up at him as I took him in my hand again.

“This towel might be a problem.” I said coyly.

Will lifted his hips so I could fully free him from the thick fabric. His gaze held firm on me as I slowly brought his dick to my lips. Precum was leaking from the tip. I tentatively licked it clean then closed my mouth, swirling my tongue all around.

“Shit.” He panted.

The sound transformed into a low groan as I lowered, taking him fully in my eager waiting mouth. I bobbed slowly, enjoying the quiet little gasps tumbling from Will’s lips. He thrust his hips, urging me to go faster. I picked up my pace and hallowed my cheeks. My tongue curved and pressed against the underside of his shaft.

“Oh fuck,” Will groaned. “That feels so good. Just like that.”

I purred at the praise. His fingers threaded in my hair; the tender caress of his hand at the back of my head had my skin buzzing. I dropped my jaw and once again filled my mouth entirely with his length. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. Saliva pooled at the corners of my lips. The sound of my gagging prompted Will to hold my head in place.

“You sound so pretty choking, flower.”

He kept me there, relishing the sound of my struggling. Tears pricked my eyes. I tapped Will’s hip and took a gasp of air. Drool and spit covered my mouth and chin.

“Look at you. Such a messy girl.” His heated gaze made my stomach flip.

I gripped his spit slicked dick and began stroking him, twisting my hand as I pumped. A strained sigh emanated deep in his chest.

“You’re doing so good, flower. Could you do that while you blow me?” Will asked.

Who was I to say no to that?

I happily obliged. Will’s chuckle at my eagerness swiftly switched to a pleasure filled moan as I closed my mouth around him again, closely following the movement of my hand. His hand gripped my hair and set a quick pace. Every time his cock hit the back of my throat, I groaned, hoping he would shower me in more praise— or at least be rewarded with more of his noises.

“Just like that.” Will gasped. “Fuck, I’m getting close.

Wet slurping and a barrage of low guttural moans filled the room. Will stopped bobbing my head and instead thrusted staggeredly. I kept up the pace he set.

“Can I cum in your mouth? Fuck!“ He whined. “Please let me cum in your fuckkng mouth.”

When I looked up at him, he was already staring at me. The muscles in his neck were taut, his jaw hung slightly open, desperation clung to his expression. He was doing his best to hold until I answered. I hummed and did my best to give an approving nod.

He came with a choked grunt, the bitter saltiness of his semen coating my mouth and tongue. My eyes fluttered shut. Typically, I hated the taste, but there wasn’t anything I hated about the way Will tasted. I loved it, if I was honest. I kept my mouth around him, slowly and softly sucking as he continued to spill his load into my mouth.

I peered at him. His eyes were closed tight, face scrunched in pleasure; his other hand was tangled in his hair, tugging it firmly. It made my heart swell seeing him be so lost in pleasure and satisfied, how good I made him feel.

“Fuck,” Will whined through gritted teeth. His hand at the back of my head flexed, like he wanted to pull my hair. “Flower, please. Enough.”

I stayed a few moments longer, teasingly running and pressing my tongue along the underside of his shaft before pulling away from him. He sighed breathlessly. His chest heaved, eyes still closed, breaths deep as he tried to collect himself. I laid my head on his hip and just looked at him, admiring him. A relaxed calm settled over his face, stress and worry free.

Will gently massaged the top of my head. His eyes finally fluttered open, his breath catching when he saw me. He gave me the kindest, softest, most heartwarming and sincere smile I think I’ve ever seen. It told me everything I needed to know.

He beckoned me to him with a curl of his finger. I laced my fingers with his, allowing him to pull me closer. I dipped my head to kiss him then nestled into his side. Will draped his arm over me, his embrace warm and comforting. I felt my heartbeat synchronize with his. The delicate touch of his fingers grazing my skin had me melting further into him.

There were countless times throughout the years that I could pinpoint specific moments where I knew I was in love—even before the realization hit me like a truck. This was another one of those moments, in the afterglow of intimacy.

The signs were always there, but neither of us could see them. I knew it as a teen, though I chalked it up as nothing more than a silly little crush. Another telling instance was the shift in our friendship after his first Europe tour. Will wouldn’t let me leave his sight and always found an excuse to be near me. He kept me so close after coming back. I hope he keeps me even closer this time.

And then this most recent tour. This moment right now. The night before he left. The kiss at the airport. The three little words that were spoken that had me in a tizzy for a month. I thought of nothing else the entire time he was gone. It plagued my every waking thought. I lost sleep over it.

Everything came bubbling to the surface. We hadn’t talked yet, and here we were again, doing more of what we did a month ago. Maybe now wasn’t the time to ask, but it couldn’t be ignored any longer. I knew how I felt. And if I didn’t ask now, I never would.

“What did you mean when you said you love me?”

The question sucked all the air from my lungs. I was terrified of his answer, but I needed to know. Will stopped tracing his fingers on my arm. He hooked his index finger under my chin and titled my head so we were eye to eye. His brows furrowed.

“What do you mean?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“At the airport. Before you left.” I swallowed the knot in my throat. “You said you love me.”

“Yeah, I know that. I meant what do you mean, ‘what did I mean?’”

Now I found myself confused. I propped myself up enough so I was looking fully at his face, but still in his embrace. His arm slipped to my waist.

“Will,” my gaze held firm on his, “You don’t get intimate with someone the night before and then tell them you love them the next morning at the airport moments before leaving for a month. Especially when they’re your best friend.”

I heard my voice crack as tears pricked my eyes. I didn’t bother trying to hide it. Everything I bottled up was now pouring out of me.

“Do you have any idea how much that fucked with me? And now this? Are you aware of how much you’re screwing with my head and heart?”

“Flower—“

“And the fucking nickname.”

Unable to bear being next to him any longer, I pushed out of his hold, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. A chill crept up the side of my body that was pressed to him. I cradled my head in my hands, a violent sob ripping through my body. Every labored breath I took seared my lungs, burning from the inside out. There was so much pressure in my head, it felt like it could explode. My heart started to crumble. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Will would harm me. Maybe he wouldn’t be as careful with this stupid thing in my chest as I used to think.

My shoulders tensed as Will cautiously sat next to me, running his hand across my back. The screaming in my head told me to shove him away and leave, but I didn’t have the strength. My limbs and muscles were limp, weak. If I tried to move, I feared my body would crumple to the floor.

“Flower.”

Will tentatively pulled me to him, nestling my fragile figure under his arm; my face was still buried in my hands. He placed his hands over mine and I pressed my hands harder against my face.

“(Y/N), look at me. Please.”

I reluctantly let him uncover my tear soaked face, but I refused to look at him. He tightly clasped one set of fingers around my hands while the others rested under my chin. I kept my eyes closed as he turned my head towards him.

“Can you please let me see you?” Will whispered, his breath ghosting over my lips. The closeness made me dizzy. I dug my nails deeper into my palms.

“I’ll beg if I have to.” He pressed his lips to mine.

A beat of silence passed. The space next to me shifted and Will’s body left mine. I heard shuffling in front of me. The soft warmth of his hands slowly caressing my calves and his arms wrapping around them startled me enough to peek; my breathing faltered at the sight before me. Will was on his knees, chin propped on my knee, gazing intensely at me. His brown eyes were pleading, tender.

A surge of emotions festered in my blood. I snapped my lids closed again, unable to hold his gaze.

“I don’t have anywhere to go for a while.” Will spoke. “Would it calm you any if I told you I love you now?”

I sucked in a sharp breath. “Will—“

“Because I do.” He kissed each of my knees. His hands slid up to the sides of my thighs, squeezing them gently. “I love you.”

My skin buzzed under his touch and declaration. The pounding of my heart thudded loudly in my ears. I could feel my blood pumping in my veins. I gripped the edge of the mattress so hard my fingers ached. Will brushed his lips higher up my thigh.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology prompted me to open my eyes once more. A sincere and unconditional gaze greeted me, piercing straight into the depths of my heart. The thread holding me from finally falling head over heels was fraying rapidly. It was never that strong, and truth be told, I’m surprised it didn’t break a month ago.

“Sorry for what?” I swallowed thickly.

“Everything.” His breath was so warm. The muscles in my thighs twitched. “Especially for playing with your heart. I never meant to.”

A painful lump formed in my throat. “You’re still doing it.”

“What can I do to show you I’m sorry?” His hands rubbed the tops of my thighs, setting my senses ablaze.

“I don’t know.” My voice sounded weak. Tears threatened to fall again.

I kept my eyes locked on Will’s as he stood. He stepped between my legs; his hands cradled my jaw, thumbs brushing away the wetness that stained my face.”

“Let me return the favor.” He whispered, smiling sweetly. “I’ll spend the rest of the night making it up to you if you let me.”

My cheeks reddened at the thought. Will quickly picked up on my hesitation.

“I meant what I said. You’re stuck with me. No matter what. You mean far too much to me. I’m not letting go unless you tell me to.”

The protesting voices I expected to be screaming in my head never happened. They fought and yelled at me all night, but now there was dead silence. The only sound in my head being that of my heart and Will’s words.

“I swear to fucking god Will, if you fuck me over, I’ll never forgive you.”

“Never. Not in a million years.” He said with a shake of his head.

I took a deep, shaky breath and focused my gaze intensely on Will.

“Then tell me. Show me.”

“Lay back.”

Slowly, I slipped from his grasp, shimmying so my body was further on his bed. Will followed suit, straddling my hips.

I let my eyes wander his body. I’ve seen him shirtless thousands of times, but never this way. So little of him wasn’t covered in permanent images. His tattoos were committed to my memory. He happily told me the meaning and significance behind each one any time I asked. I’ve traced my fingers over the ink on his arms and neck in once hopeless attempts to grab his attention— and tonight, for the first time, my lips and tongue.

Small bite marks and bruises were spread across his belly. I sunk my teeth so deep into his skin on my way down. I’m glad there’s evidence somewhere on him.

“You can tell me to stop at any time, okay?” His voice lured out of my thoughts.

I nodded. “Okay.”

Will fiddled with the hem of my shirt. “Can I take this off?”

I nodded again. He locked his eyes on mine. His hands slipped under my shirt, caressing my hips and his thumbs pressing softly into the skin above the waistband of my panties. I sucked in a short breath. He delicately gripped my waist then splayed his hands over my stomach, tenderly and affectionately kneading higher. The cool air of the room hit my skin, making me shudder.

“Cold?” Will chuckled lightly.

My reply stuck in my throat as his fingertips grazed the bottom of my breasts. He tenderly massaged them, circling my nipples with his thumbs. Goosebumps pricked my skin.

“Don’t worry, my pretty little flower,” He said, helping me remove my shirt. “I’ll keep you warm.”

The soft thud of the clothing hitting the floor was the only sound other than our heightened breathing. The last remaining piece of clothing between us were my panties—and at some point soon, they would be peeled away just as easily.

Will planted his hands back at my waist, his eyes roaming my mostly naked body, soaking in the sight of my chest and its heavy rise and fall. He looked lost in his thoughts. His touch was gentle up my stomach, pressing his palms into the soft tissue, fingers crawling to my breasts once more. A different type of shiver spread across my skin.

“There are so many things I love about you, (Y/N).”

My heart fluttered at his words.

“Like what?” I croaked. My mouth felt dry.

“For starters,” Will bent down and pressed his forehead to mine, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

He softly captured my lips with his, a kiss so lovingly and sweet, I swore I levitated. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. My teeth nipped his lip. His tongue licked my bottom lip, enticing me to part my lips and tangle my tongue with his.

One of his hands wandered my body, delicately caressing every dip and curve, while the other held a firm grip on my hip. He kissed a path to my ear.

“Your smile lights up the room.” His voice was soft, airy. “You’re kind. Caring. Thoughtful.”

He trailed his lips to my neck, sucking kisses all over.

“You take such good care of my cats.”

That one made me giggle. Will’s lips curved into a smile.

“I love your laugh.” He said, pressing kiss to my pulse.

Will nuzzled the crook of my neck, his hair tickling my jaw. He kissed down to my collarbone, all tongue and hot breath. His teeth softly nipped the expanse of my chest. A quiet moan escaped me. I didn’t want to rush him because fuck if I wasn’t enjoying him almost worshipping me, but I was aching. I needed so much more than gentle touches and praise between kisses.

“Will,” I said, my voice strained.

“Yes flower?” He replied, taking my left breast in his mouth and squeezing the other with hand. His tongue swirled around my nipple. “What is it?”

“I need you.”

“Yeah?” The low rumble of his voice sent more heat to my core.

The hand on my hip slipped under the waistband of my panties, inching painstakingly slow to my slick folds. I wiggled my hips, trying to urge him to move faster.

“Aren’t you a needy one?” He tsked.

I nearly cried out when I felt one of his fingers reach the top of my slit. I bit my lip to keep me silent, but ultimately failed as his middle finger glided past my clit and spread my lips open.

“Oh fuck. My flower is soaked.” He palmed my pussy. “Is this all because of me?”

Will took his time exploring my pussy. He stroked my outer lips softly, slipping between them to feel and coat his fingers in my arousal. I clutched at his sheets. He’d barely even started touching me and I was already going mindless and turning into putty, waiting to be played and toyed with.

“Will, please. I need you to do something, anything.” I shamelessly begged.

He hummed, removing his hand from my panties much to my dismay. Will’s soft lips wandered the rest of my body. His kisses were sopping wet down my stomach, deliberately pressing his tongue against my skin. He crawled off of me and settled once again between my legs. The firm yet delicate caress along my thighs had me whimpering.

Will hooked his thumbs in my panties and peeled them away. I knew they were absolutely drenched. I could feel how wet I was before Will teasingly touched me. I was prepared for the remarks, however, I wasn’t prepared for him to sniff my panties. Something told me that if he were wearing pants, he would have shoved them in a pocket.

He tossed the garment over his shoulder then spread my legs completely open. I watched as he hooked his arms under my thighs, pulling my lower half closer. My ass sat dangerously close on the edge of the bed. His gaze was fixed on my glistening pussy.

“I can’t wait to taste you.” He licked his lips, and delved his tongue between my folds, licking from my entrance to my clit.

A deep moan erupted from me. My hands shot to his head and tangled in his soft hair. I’d seen his vocal covers and one takes. I’d been with him when he practiced. I saw first hand the capabilities of his tongue. He knew the perfect way to move it.

Will closed his mouth around my clit, audibly sucking the sensitive bud between his lips. I scratched his scalp and gasped breathlessly. He groaned. His tongue left no part of me untouched, practically licking my pussy clean and replacing my slick with his saliva.

“You taste so good.” He husked. “I’ve been dying to feel you again though.”

He easily slipped a finger deep inside, already curling and reaching for my sweet spot.

“You feel even better than I remember.” He slipped another finger inside and pumped slowly. “I wonder how you would feel clenching around my dick like this.”

That thought alone almost made me cum. I was already so close.

“Hm, fuck. You’d like that wouldn’t you, flower?” Will attached himself to my clit again, relentlessly flicking and swirling his tongue.

I closed my eyes and nodded.

“Eyes on me, love.”

Love.

Love tormented me the very moment I met Will. It tormented me for years. It mocked me endlessly and relentlessly for thirty days. I almost started to hate it, and more specifically, Will. But right here, right now, I couldn’t fathom how I would ever hate him. He made all my worries and fears disintegrate into nothing. Between his confessions and touches, it was blindingly clear that my feelings were reciprocated.

I glanced down at Will. His eyes were blown wide. Love poured from his gaze.

What do you see looking back at me?

Love. Pure, unconditional love. That’s what I saw— and that’s what I felt as my orgasm came crashing through me, the thread holding me together finally snapping in two.

I wanted to keep my eyes open, keep them focused on him, but I couldn’t. They rolled back in my head as my back arched off the bed, pushing my pussy further into his face. Will held my legs open despite me trying to clamp them around his head. All I could do was grip Will’s hair tightly and moan as he lapped at my juices, greedily and hungrily like a man starved.

The relentless movements of his tongue and mouth combined with his fingers quickly brought me to another intense climax, pulling me towards my ecstasy again and overwhelming my body. I cried out his name and pulled his hair, desperately trying to unlatch him.

“Will, no more.” I begged.

He slowed down, but didn’t stop completely. I felt him smirk when I whimpered.

“I could listen to that forever, flower.” Will said, detaching and removing his fingers.

I released my grip on his hair and sighed heavily. My bones felt like gelatin. I blinked my eyes open then glanced at Will. He was sitting back on his legs, looking at me with an adoring, satisfied smile. His mouth and chin were drenched in my arousal, glistening like the morning dew. Will hoisted himself up and crawled over top of me, gazing lovingly in my eyes. He rested his forehead on mine, the scent of me heavy on his breath.

Softly, he pecked my lips, then whispered against them, “I hope you love me too, because I don’t know if I can’t pretend this never happened.”

“Me either.” I replied, threading my fingers in his hair.

Will kissed my cheek, then carefully laid on top of me, nestling his head in the crook of my neck. His skin was so warm. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him close. I softly raked my nails up and down his back. He sighed, his body relaxing and sinking into me. He shifted his weight slightly, and I felt his semi hard dick brush against me.

“Will?”

“Hm?”

“Do… you have condoms?”

My voice was so quiet, I wondered if he heard me— he did. He snapped his head up and stared at me.

“(Y/N), we don’t—“

I cut him off. “I know, Will. But I want to—if you want to.”

Will searched my face. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He cupped my cheek, then kissed me tenderly.

“Let me check.”

I immediately missed the warmth of his body. I propped myself up on my elbows. Will walked to his dresser and opened the top drawer. He rummaged through it.

“Bad news, no condoms.”

I bit my lip. “I mean, you could pull out.”

Will chuckled, glancing over his shoulder. “No way. I barely held it together earlier. I’d one hundred percent bust in you. I’m not ready for human kids.”

“Me neither. Though, I think you’d be a fun dad.” I laid back on the bed. “Hm, papi might be more appropriate, actually.”

His eyes darkened. “Watch it.”

Noted. Checked. Save that for when condoms are available.

With curious eyes, I watched Will pluck a sunflower and rose from the bouquet he gifted me. A playful gleam twinkled in his eye.

“She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she loves not.”

He made a dramatic show of plucking the sunflower petals. I couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from my chest.

“Well, this flower says she loves me,” Will said, setting the plucked sunflower aside. He grabbed the rose and pointed it at me, his eyes fixed on mine. “But what does this flower say?”

I smiled wholeheartedly. “She does.”

Will placed the stem of the rose between his teeth and sauntered the bed. He hovered over my body, caging me beneath him. A deep desire burned intensely and brightly in his eyes. It radiated off of him and spread over my skin, seeping into my blood and setting my heart ablaze.

He took the rose out his mouth and brushed the petals against my nose. “‘She does’ what?”

I grabbed the rose from him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“I love you.”

His face lit up and broke into a wide grin.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Will lowered his head and I let go of the rose, threading my fingers in his hair. His lips captured mine in a heated kiss. The taste of me was heavy on his breath. I licked his lip, eager to tangle our tongues together and taste what he did. Both of us moaned into each other’s mouths. I moved my hands to his back and softly raked my nails across his skin. Will dipped his hips, his growing erection grazing my center. I gasped breathlessly.

“I could kiss you forever.” Will husked, attaching his mouth to my neck.

“I wouldn’t stop you.”

He sunk his teeth harshly into my neck. “You have no idea how badly I wanna fuck you.”

I arched my back, causing me to brush against him. The growl he let out made me shudder. It took every ounce of restraint to not reach down and stroke him. He hurriedly slid his hand to my pussy, slipping his fingers between my folds.

“You’re so wet again.”

Will grabbed his cock and ran the tip from my clit to my entrance. A soft whine fell from my lips.

“Don’t make that sound,” he growled, biting down on my neck again. “I might lose myself.”

“I wouldn’t stop you.” I repeated, digging my nails into his back.

My breath hitched as he gently pressed the head of his dick to my waiting entrance. He quietly cursed as I shifted, pushing myself against him more. My pussy throbbed, desperate to coax Will inside..

“Will.” I whimpered.

“Everything about you is so tempting.” His voice was hoarse and strained, his breathing ragged.

I hooked a leg behind him and cautiously pulled his lower half closer. He let out a breathy whine. The tip of his cock was dangerously close to slipping inside. I could feel precum leaking. He clamped his mouth into the crook of my neck.

A soft meow broke through our lust filled haze, followed by the cat jumping on the bed. Will collapsed on top of me, both of us erupting into a fit of giggles as the feline crawled onto his back and laid down.

“I’ve never had one of them cockblock me before.” He said through his laughter. “I’m gonna be stuck here for a while, I think.”

Will laid his head in the space between my breasts.

“That’s okay, I don’t mind.” I lazily stroked one hand up and down his back and pet Dusty with the other.

Comfortable silence and subtle purring surrounded us. My mind wandered, my thoughts not bearing near the weight they held earlier. A few what ifs and negative scenarios tried to overtake the pleasantries, but I was quick to dismiss them. They had no place in my head anymore.

“I have something to ask you, flower.” Will turned his head, pressing a kiss over my thumping heart.

“What is it?”

“Can I call you mine?”

The question caught me off guard—and so did my reaction because panic flicked across Will’s face.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Yes, but it’s fine if—“

“No, no— I mean yes. Fuck.”

I laughed nervously and took a breath. I placed my hand on his head and affectionately scratched his scalp. His eyes fluttered shut.

“Yes.” I said confidently. “I’ve been waiting years for you to ask.”

“I’m sorry it’s taken me so long.”

I smiled sweetly at him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

It’s true what they say: Distance makes the heart grow fonder. There were countless times throughout the years that I could pinpoint specific moments where I knew I was in love—even before the realization hit me like a truck. His heated lingering gazes, the gentle affection filled gestures and hugs. If there was an opportunity to hold my hand, no matter how long, he always grabbed it. He never let me stray too far.

This was another one of those moments, in the afterglow of intimacy and the hopeful promise of a future together.

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Hellfire's Newest Member (Eddie x fem!Reader) Pt. 1

Quick note: i got impatient and posted this lol. This has been on my wattpad for months and I wanted to post it here lol. This is just part 1, I've got like 16 more chapters I'll be posting soon! Lmk what y'all think

Warnings/summary: some family trauma, nothing too spicy yet, this is just backstory (and Dustin) so we can get into the good stuff next time

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You stepped into your new room in Hawkins, Indiana, a town which seemed to have just about as much personality as the bottom of a shoe. Glancing around the empty, but spacious room, you thought about how many rooms just like this you had lived in before. With your dad working some secret government job, you moved around the country a lot and hardly ever had time to really settle into a space or get to know the people around you.

It felt like just when you started to get used to a routine somewhere new - finally started decorating your room and hanging out with people outside of school - your dad would be relocated and you'd have to go with him. Your mom wasn't in the picture anymore, she had been gone since you were 13, and the only explanation your dad every gave you was that "she didn't want to live this type of life anymore, and we weren't enough to keep her around," the last bit always stung when you thought about it.

Dad was quiet after mom left, and he didn't really seem to care what you did with your time as long as your grades came back fine and you weren't gone for an unreasonable amount of time. Plus, working most nights meant he hardly had the schedule to keep tabs on where you were.

Nevertheless, a fresh start in Hawkins felt necessary. The last place you had been was LA, which was waaaay too big and waaay to noisy for your taste. That was another thing that set you apart from people your age: you weren't really into parties and shopping and sports like most high school seniors were. How could you be? You were never anywhere long enough to play anything or get invited anywhere. You kept yourself busy with books, movies, music, and most of all Dungeons and Dragons.

The game which was being shunned as a satanic cult was your escape from reality and the only constant thing in your life. Yes, it was hard to find a group to play an entire campaign with, but you managed, plus your favorite part was creating characters and imagining fantastic new worlds you'd love to explore. In fact, a good amount of the boxes you brought with you, which contained everything you owned, were full of binders, manuals, books, and figurines you had collected in your years of playing.

You started unpacking, throwing your childhood stuffed animals on your queen sized bed in the corner of your room, and stacking your plentiful collection of books and movies on the floor and on your desk. You were about to pull out your favorite books - The Lord of the Rings trilogy - when your dad knocked on your door

"Hey y/n, sorry to interrupt...uh I just got called into work so I'm gonna head out, but I'll leave some money on the counter for you"

"Oh okay, thanks. Do you know when you'll be ba-"

Before you could finish, he was out the door. You shook your head and returned to your packing, hearing your dad's car drive away outside.

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By the time you finished packing it was already dark outside and you could hear faint talking outside your window. You walked over, pulling your curtains aside, and looked to your neighbors house to see two young boys, probably around 14-15, standing in between your house and the next. One of them was wearing a hat that said "thinking cap" on it, which you thought was funny, and the other was taller and had wavy black hair. They seemed to be arguing about something

"No Dustin, Lucas said he has his championship game tomorrow and there's no way he's gonna make it to Hellfire"

"Eddie is gonna KILL us man!"

They we're talking pretty loud, and you were pretty tired and didn't want to hear their bickering while you tried to fall asleep, so you opened your window

"Hey, idiots!"

The boys shut up instantly and looked over to you

"Listen, I really don't mean to interrupt, but I don't know who you are or who this Eddie guy is, but your bickering over him is really getting in the way of my sleep and I have had a very, very, long day of unpacking"

They looked at you, wide-eyed, before the shorter boy in the hat moved closer to your window

"Oh um, sorry, our bad. And I'm Dustin by the way, I live just there," he gestured to the house next to yours, "and this is my friend Mike"

"Pleasure, I'm y/n," you didn't want to be mean to them, so you figured you'd go ahead and introduce yourself, "well I'm gonna go get that sleep I mentioned, and please just keep your voices down."

"Aye aye, captain," Dustin said with a salute before he and Mike walked away from your window towards his house.

You closed your window, took off your sweaty clothes, turned off your light, and crawled into your new bed, nervous for your first day at school tomorrow.

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Part 2

#eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie fic #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut

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right okay i dont know exactly how persistent an issue this is bc i almost never go into the tags on this website, but even ive noticed this happening so i feel like that’s justification to make a post about it. the whitewashing of julian bashir as an established Thing not just in the fandom but in official merch has been discussed before, but recently i’ve noticed the inverse happening with martok and b’elanna, a white character and a lighter latina character who people seem to often draw darker than they are in canon. and there’s like. a Lot going on there to unpack.

so this video goes into some detail about the racism baked into the origins and design of the klingons in tos, it’s very informative about the anti-asian stereotypes especially in a 60s context but i feel like it doesnt really cover the way that antiblackness becomes a more significant factor in the next gen era so like. if you didn’t know, the majority of the klingon characters in the next gen-ds9-voyager era are either played by actors with dark skin or Very frequently by white actors in heavy dark makeup. if you look up the actors of grilka, alexander, kehleyr, and sirella for example you’ll see what im talking about like the difference is Stark and these are some of the main recurring klingons across both shows. hopefully i do not need to explain why packing white actors in brown makeup to play members of a species characterised as violent, warlike and animalistic is racist. i say hopefully bc who knows with this website. anyway i’d recommend this video for a wider context on the legacy of blackface in tv!

martok is a rare example of a klingon played by a white actor who, as far as i can tell, does not have his skin significantly darkened. so to see him frequently being drawn with darker skin is uh Slightly Concerning given everything in the previous paragraph! ive even seen art where he’s drawn darker than julian in the same post which... anyway im not trying to blanket condemn reinterpreting the design of alien characters in fanart, but i am asking white fans like myself in particular to think critically as to why, out of all the white characters and aliens on ds9, martok is the one you want to do that with.

because b’elanna is not a white character i think its a slightly different situation, but at the same time she does have lighter skin and i have seen fanart of her drawn much much darker and once again, im not condeming it especially in works ive seen which explore the relationship bewteen her latina and klingon identities, but its something white fans need to handle carefully. in the voyager episode Faces where she gets split into a human and klingon version of her (dont have time to unpack all that) you can see the difference in undertones between human b’elanna and klingon b’elanna (also included a pic of regular b’elanna for reference). the brown makeup is obvious here too and if you can see why it might be racist to attribute a person’s rage and violent impulses to a part of themself that is then personified as darker skinned/more brown, then you might also see some of the wider problems going on here and can understand that this is something that demands a lot of thought and consideration.

i’d like to reiterate that this is a very complex and nuanced issue, especially considering the intersection of fictional race within the setting and the racial biases operating behind the scenes/metatextually, and i’d love to discuss it more (and to cite better sources than youtube videos when i have the time). but for now i’d just like to say yeah just ask yourself what the implications might be to drawing these characters in particular darker than they are in canon, especially if theyre the only characters you do that for, or you’re intentionally contrasting them with other characters (e.g. b/7 fanart) or yk. drawing a white character darker than a character of colour like ive seen people do with julian and martok.

#disclaimer that i am a white european and if anything ive said here has been not my place to discuss i would be so grateful to be made aware #but like. i see a lot of this and while some of it is definitely like intentionally engaging with this aspect of the text conscientiously #a lot of it clearly comes from people thinking klingon = dark skin and not bothering to unpack Why thats been established #sorry anyway.#long post #star trek #tlhIngan #ghItlhpu'wIj

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I Can’t Believe You (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister imagine)

A/N: I've had this idea for awhile and then an anon on asked me about Beary so I figured I'd write this (Note: This is not part of the Seasons of PD/Med universe, I just wanted Beary to be in it. It is a total separate imagine from that series).

Anyways, enjoy!

"You're both leaving for an undercover assignment?" you asked Jay for the second time today.

"Yes, I already told you, Y/N," Jay said as he worked on packing his bag. "Voight needed it to look like we were a married couple, and since Hailey and I are already married, he thought it would work perfectly."

"Don't tell me I have to--"

"I already called Will. I'll bring you over to his place tonight at eight."

"Why?" you whined. "Jay, I'm eighteen. I can handle myself just fine."

"Y/N, this op could go on for weeks. So that means, bad guys have more time to figure out who I really am. And if they figure that out, I don't need you being here by yourself."

"But Will doesn't even own a gun!" you argued.

"Uh, yes he does," Jay said and you cocked an eyebrow. "If you two had bothered to talk for the past year and a half, you'd know he owns one and knows how to shoot it."

"It's his fault with all of this. I told him the truth."

"Yeah, well, we didn't find any evidence to back either of your claims, so you guys have a bit of time to work this out."

"You really can't just have patrol sit on the apartment?" you asked desperately.

"No. I can't have them sit outside our apartment building for who knows how long. You're staying with Will. End of discussion. Now, go pack a bag."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. Now go."

"Jay," you whined. "I'm eighteen and it's the summer before college. I'm gonna spend it all being babysat?"

Jay laughed. "Not all of it. A couple weeks max."

"A couple weeks too many," you muttered as you walked away and to your room.

You and Will had never been super close siblings, but you had been closer before everything popped off a year and a half ago.

You had just turned sixteen a couple of months ago and relished your newfound freedom. And now, it was the holidays, which typically meant that Jay took a bit of furlough and Will came back from New York to spend time with the two of you. Jay's new girlfriend, Hailey, might also spend Christmas Eve with you three. You didn't mind; you really liked her. Plus, it was nice having a girl around for a change.

You were sitting at home watching a movie with your friend, Megan, when there was a knock on the door.

Jay had always told you to either look out the peephole or not answer the door at all when you were home alone. He always told you that he made a lot of enemies with the job he did, and he didn't want you hurt because of it. You were just about to get up and look out the peephole when your phone rang.

It was Will.

"Hello?" you asked.

"You mind opening the door for me? I look like I'm homeless standing outside your apartment with a suitcase."

You laughed. "Yup. I'm coming."

The minute he came inside, he gave you a bone-crushing hug. "Ugh, I missed you."

"Missed you, too," you replied as you pulled away. "But can we not do all this here? I have a friend over."

"Aww, I'm embarrassing you. That's a rite of passage for us," Will joked and then messed with your hair.

"Stop it," you said and moved away from him.

Megan laughed. "Hey, I think it's cool that you have older brothers who are nice to you. I only have an annoying little sister. I wish I had big brothers."

"No, you don't. Any mention of boys around them sends them both into lecture mode."

"Well, I guess I'll go unpack and leave the two of you girls alone," he said and left the room.

What he didn't realize was that he had left his medical bag on the kitchen table in plain sight.

***

"What do you even keep in here anyway?" you asked curiously and pointed to Will's medical bag, a few hours later when Megan had left and Jay was home.

"Stuff that Jay might need because he's injury prone."

"Haha, very funny." Jay rolled his eyes. Then, he moved and started opening the medical bag.

"Hey!" Will yelled. "That's for doctors only."

"And if I'm gonna be the patient, I have a right to know what you're using on me."

Then, Jay started rummaging through the bag, but Will quickly pulled it away from him. "Fine, if you two are that nosy and want to know, then I'll just tell you."

He told you what was in there and then you thought he was finished, but instead, he furrowed his eyebrows and started frantically rummaging through the bag.

"Forget something?" Jay asked.

"Yeah, I can't find the Norco I put in here."

"Isn't that the stuff they gave me when I got my wisdom teeth out?" you asked. "That stuff just made me tired all the time."

"Yeah," Will said. "And I swore I grabbed some--and went through the entire process of getting it--but it's not here."

"Maybe you just left it at home?" Jay suggested.

"No. This is a controlled substance, Jay. I know I had it." Will's eyes locked on yours. If he had left it in the kitchen while he was unpacking, then you could've taken it. "Y/N, did you open my medical bag while I was unpacking?"

"What? No!" you exclaimed. "If you're saying that I took the meds, then you're wrong. You seriously came back in here after being away and just blame me for something going missing, seriously?"

"Nobody's blaming anybody," Jay said quickly. "It was just a question."

"Yeah, well, it sounded like he was blaming me," you muttered.

"Maybe I am," Will shot back.

"Guys," Jay said. "Just hang on a sec. There's no way Y/N stole the meds."

"You weren't even home, Jay! So how would you know?"

In the end, Will left to go back to New York a few days later because he was convinced that you had stolen the meds. Jay even tossed your room because he had been siding with Will. But, really, Jay had no idea who to believe because he hadn't found them, so you were neither guilty nor innocent.

But, when winter break was over, you caught Megan selling them at school. You thought about telling Jay but didn't want to wreck her life this early, so you kept quiet and just stopped being friends with her. You thought about calling Will and explaining the situation, but you knew he'd just tell Jay. So, you kept quiet. And by doing so, you lost your entire relationship with your oldest brother.

"You all packed?" Jay asked after he knocked on your bedroom door.

"Yup. I'm coming." You quickly grabbed your favorite blanket and your pillow and then stuffed your Build-A-Bear, Beary, into your pillowcase, and then stuffed your pillow into your bag.

You had had that bear for as long as you could remember and couldn't sleep without it. Even though you were old enough now that you didn't need to cuddle him up to your chest to fall asleep, you still wanted him within arm's reach. For example, whenever you went to friends' houses to stay the night in high school, you'd shove Beary in your pillow case and then you'd sleep with your hand in the pillowcase to hold his paw or you'd slip him out of your pillow once everyone was asleep and have him next to you, but covered with your sleeping bag so no else could see.

Jay of course knew that you still slept with Beary, and by default, so did Hailey.

"Got everything?" Jay asked when you left your room.

"Yeah. Toiletries are in the duffle bag, too."

"Beary?" he asked. "I don't want you coming back here when both me and Hailey are under."

"In my pillowcase," you answered.

"Still in the same pajamas he's always in?" Jay smirked.

You whacked him on the chest. "Yes. You know as well as I do that all my old Build-A-Bear stuff is in our storage unit."

"Just checking. C'mon. Let's get outta here. Hailey's already waiting for me at the district."

He grabbed your blanket for you and slung his own black duffle bag over his shoulder while you did the same with yours and carried your pillow in your hands.

Time to go see Will and talk to him for the first time in a year and a half.

This was definitely going to be interesting.

***

"Hey, man," Jay said when Will opened the door, and then you and Jay walked into his house. "Thanks for doing this."

"No problem. Well, I mean it was a bit of a problem given--" Jay gave Will a look that made Will shut his mouth immediately. Will cleared his throat. "You wanna stay for pizza?"

"No, I gotta go. But, if you or Y/N need anything, call Adam or Kim. They'll be able to tell Voight to get in contact with me. Y/N has all their numbers."

"Got it," Will said.

You just stood awkwardly in the entryway and watched the exchange with your duffle slung over your shoulder.

"Anyway, I gotta go," Jay said. "Be good," he told you.

You laughed. "Jay, I'm not a little kid anymore."

"Yeah? Well, you're still younger than me, so you know what that makes you? A little kid."

You rolled your eyes and then he pulled you in for a hug.

"Be safe," you told him as tears pricked your eyes. "I can't lose you, too."

Jay smiled sadly. "Always am. You don't need to worry about me. I've got the best team in Chicago watching my six."

And then he went and gave Will a hug and he left, leaving you and your brother who you hadn't talked to in a year and a half alone.

"So," Will started, "I, uh, ordered pizza if you're hungry."

You were a little hungry. "Okay."

***

Dinner went well...as well as it could have gone considering the circumstances. The two of you didn't really talk much. He asked you about school and where you planned to go to college in the summer and you told him CCU, but also assumed that Jay had already told him that you planned on going to CCU anyway. You asked him how work was and he said it was fine. You asked him if he saw any interesting cases lately and he said that he couldn't get into a lot of them because of HIPAA regulations.

Then, you put your plate in the dishwasher and he showed you to the guest bedroom, which was where you'd be staying for the next week or however long Jay was undercover. At least there was a tv in here and a lock on the door. So, you could always hide in here if you needed to get away from Will for a while.

You sighed and opened your duffle bag to grab your pajamas, headphones, and phone charger. Only, the first thing that you saw on top was a pair of jeans, which were definitely too big for you. Okay, so maybe Jay accidentally threw his jeans in your duffle by accident. They were identical black duffle bags after all.

So, you started digging through the bag.

When you got to the bottom, that was when you began to panic.

It's not like you couldn't have Adam or Kim come with you to your apartment to help you get clothes and you could always buy a new phone charger and a cheap pair of headphones that would last you the few weeks you were here. No, the problem was that Beary had been in your duffle bag.

And, he wasn't in this one.

You don't think a day had gone by since you were the age of two that you didn't sleep with that Build-A-Bear. And, you'd be damned if you started now.

Jay had only left an hour ago, so maybe he was still reachable.

You pulled out your phone and quickly dialed Jay's number. No answer. You tried again. No answer. You tried one final time. No answer.

This time though, you decided to leave a voicemail. "Call me. It's an emergency."

You flopped onto the bed and ended the call. You sighed in frustration as tears pricked your eyes.

There was a knock on your door, which caused you to bolt upright.

"What's an emergency?" Will asked from the hallway.

"Uh, nothing! Everything's fine!" you yelled back quickly.

"Doesn't sound fine," Will said and then he paused. "I'm coming in. Are you decent?"

"Yeah," you answered and then sat back down on the bed and crossed your arms over your chest.

"What's going on?" Will asked when he entered and saw your sour expression.

"Nothing," you lied again.

"Didn't sound like nothing."

"I'm not lying to you!" Will threw his hands up in a sign of surrender. "Plus, you'd think it's stupid anyway."

"Contrary to popular belief, I am trying here or else I wouldn't have you staying here. Sure, you're not the easiest person to get along with because of everything that went down, but I can still be decent with you."

You sighed. Maybe he was being truthful. Maybe you should tell him what's going on. After all, you weren't going to call Kim or Adam for this. So really, Will was your only hope.

"I accidentally grabbed Jay's bag instead of mine and...um...Beary's in there and I can't sleep without him," you finally admitted.

Will stared at you for a few seconds and you could've sworn he was going to burst out laughing and tell you to grow the fuck up. Instead, he surprised you by sitting down next to you on the bed.

"I can help you...if you want."

You looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. Who was this guy and what has he done with your brother? "Really?"

"Yeah. After everything between us, we're still family." You started to say thank you, but he quickly cut you off. "This doesn't mean that we're good. It just means that I'm helping you so that you'll be able to get some sleep while you're here."

"Noted."

"We'll check the apartment first. C'mon."

***

"Jay told me not to come here without a cop, so Adam or Kim," you told him as the two of you entered the apartment.

"And you didn't tell me this before, because...?" Will asked.

"Because I knew you wouldn't let me come here if I told you that."

"No, I'd just make you call Kim or Adam so that they could meet us here."

"Well, I don't need them knowing I sleep with a teddy bear."

"Aww, you're embarrassed."

"Shut up. Last I checked, we're not friends, just family."

"Ouch. I never said that."

"Yeah, well you implied it. Now, are you gonna help me look, or are you just gonna stand there?"

"Where do you want me to look?" Will asked.

"Kitchen, living room area. I'm gonna check my room. But, I could've sworn I put him in my bag when I was packing."

Then, you walked off to your bedroom.

First, you looked at your bed and even patted down your pillows. You knew you had shoved him into your pillowcase, but maybe he fell out.

Nothing.

Then you looked around your bed on the floor and even under your bed.

Nothing.

You checked everywhere in your bedroom and in your closet. You checked under clothes on the floor and even in your hamper.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

You sat on your bed and put your head in your hands.

He was gone. If he wasn't in your room, you highly doubted he'd be in the kitchen or the living room or anywhere else that Will was looking.

You assumed at this point, that your comfort item was with Jay since he had probably had your bag.

Then you had a thought: What if you never saw Beary again?

After all, Jay was undercover. Anything could happen.

"No," you muttered as tears slowly started to roll down your face. "No."

You and your mom had gone together to get that bear. And now, you might lose the last piece of your mom.

That was what finally broke you. Your body began to rack with sobs as you had that thought.

"I couldn't find him-- whoa. You good?" Will asked as he walked into your room.

You looked up with a glare. "Do I look like I'm fucking good, Will? Of course, I'm not good!"

"What's your problem? I'm trying to help you here!"

At this, you shot up and off your bed and got right up close to Will. "No, Jay made you watch me! I know you didn't choose to do this! You didn't even come to my fucking graduation or see me on my birthdays or send a birthday card! The only reason I saw you on Christmas is because you came to see Jay! I know you blame me for losing your job in New York. You fucking hate me, Will! Just admit it."

Without waiting for Will to respond, you marched out of your room and into the bathroom, slamming the door and quickly locking it.

You remembered the last time you had hope of Will showing up for something. It was a few months ago, at your high school graduation.

Anything from Will? you had texted Jay as you sat in a chair in your high school gym in your cap and gown. You had scanned the crowd where Jay, Hailey, Adam, Kim, Kelly, and Stella were sitting at least ten times by now.

Nothing yet, Jay replied. Then, he sent another text. I'm really sorry Y/N. I've reminded him almost every day for a month.

It's okay, you replied and took a deep breath to keep your tears at bay. You were supposed to cry after your graduation, not before. Then you sent another text. I'm used to it.

Up in the bleachers, this text broke Jay's heart. He knew the two of you had your history, but he never thought it would've gone on for this long.

Unbeknownst to you, Jay had been watching for signs that you were using or dealing after Will had accused you of stealing his Norco. And, he hadn't seen anything. But, he also didn't know anything about this Megan girl because you stopped hanging out with her after she had been at your apartment when the meds went missing. So, he was 95% sure that you didn't steal them, but since he couldn't be 100% sure, he didn't mention anything to Will. He knew that it was your and Will's issue to work out. But, he never thought that Will would hold a grudge against his own sister for this long.

Sure, he had missed things such as your seventeenth and eighteenth birthdays, but that was only because he had been working...at least, that's what Jay had told you. On your seventeenth, he was still in New York, so you had at least expected a card, but one never came. So, when he was back in Chicago for your eightieth birthday, there was a small part of you that hoped for a birthday card, but a large part of you that knew that you wouldn't get one. The larger part of you was right.

But, today was different. It was the culmination of years of late nights and crying over math homework and stupid teachers and projects and exams. You thought Will would at least show up to this since it was his regular day off during the week, a Wednesday, but he wouldn't even do that.

***

"Where do you want to go out to eat, kiddo?" Jay asked after you had gotten pictures with Jay and the rest of the people who had come to see you graduate.

"Can we just go home?" you asked desperately as you tried your hardest to hold back tears. "Please?" Your voice cracked on the last word, giving you away.

Jay smiled sadly. "If that's what you want to do, then we can do that."

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you said quickly and then started walking away. You didn't want to cry in front of everyone.

Once in the bathroom, you leaned your head against the bathroom door and let the tears fall. How could you have been so stupid to think that Will would've actually shown up? You should've known he wouldn't come. He still hated you.

You had heard him on the phone with Jay one time saying that he got written up for not having documentation of what patient that Norco went to and what it was administered for. And then, a month later, Will got fired. So, in Will's mind, you had gotten him fired from his job as a plastic surgeon in New York.

"Y/N?"

It was Hailey.

You sniffled. "In- In here," you told her. Then, you unlocked the bathroom stall and stepped out. "Sorry." You frantically began wiping your tears, not even caring about your makeup being messed up at this point.

"No, honey," Hailey said quickly. You don't have anything to be sorry about," she told you.

At that, you almost broke. "I don't- I don't want anyone to see me like- like this," you cried as quietly as you could, but loud enough so that Hailey could still hear you.

"Don't worry. Stella's guarding the door. She even has her CFD badge with her so people believe her when she says a pipe burst and no one can come in here."

"I know- I know I shouldn't care because he doesn't, but I wanted him here. Will should've been here!" you wailed.

"I know, I know," Hailey soothed and then quickly gave you a hug. "I know."

"Mom and Dad aren't- aren't here. Will's not here. I barely have any- have any family left."

"I know it's not the same, but you'll always have people there for you. Me, Kim, Adam, Kelly, Stella, Matt, and everyone else at 51, and Med has your back."

"But why do I still hope that he'll change, Hailey?" you asked. "Why do I keep thinking he'll finally show up?"

Hailey sighed. She knew this feeling far too well. "Until you finally decide in your head and your heart that it's time to let go, then you'll never stop hoping. And then one day, you finally realize that they won't be in your life and you make peace with it. It took me years, Y/N. Years. And, it's okay to have hope that Will will come back into your life; you just have to be realistic about it."

You didn't know what to say to that, so you stood there and hugged her.

"You ready to go back out there? I'm sure if you wanted some takeout Jay wouldn't have a problem getting it."

"And ice cream?" you asked and looked up at her.

"I'm sure I could convince him to stop for ice cream on the way home, too."

"Did I hear something about ice cream?" Stella asked three minutes later when you had wiped your tears and blotted your face with a piece of wet paper towel...which didn't do much, but it had been worth a shot. "Because, if so, I'm ditching Kelly and coming home with you guys."

And that was how you ended the night, instead of dinner, you and everyone who had come to your graduation went out for ice cream. And, on the way home when it was just you, Hailey, and Jay, you stopped at Wendy's to get an actual dinner.

You still wished that Will had been there, though.

"Y/N?" Will asked as he knocked on the door. "You in there?"

"Where else would I be, huh?" you yelled back.

"I dunno, you could've climbed out a window or something and scaled the drainpipe. It's dangerous, but I wouldn't put it past a Halstead. Anyway, I'm sorry."

"Ha. Yeah right."

"No, really I am. I just- can you just let me in?"

You sighed and reluctantly stood up and unlocked the door. "What?"

"I thought you could use some space."

"No, really? Why would you think that? And, if you thought that so much, then why are you bugging me?"

"Listen, you have every right to be upset."

"About you or about Beary?" you asked and cocked an eyebrow and put a hand on your hip, a tactic you had learned from Hailey when she'd ask Jay a question that she knew that he knew she already knew the answer to.

Will sighed and pushed past you into the bathroom, which left you with a frustrated expression on your face. He turned to face you and then you hopped up on the counter and sat there. You crossed your arms over your chest. What could he possibly say that would fix things?

"About me," Will finally answered your previous question. "You didn't deserve to be treated like that. I should've let you explain yourself."

"I tried, Will. I really fucking tried to explain! Hell, I even saw her selling them at school the day we got back from Christmas break!"

At this, Will's facial expression changed from one of forgiveness to one of shock. "What? Did you tell Jay?"

"Of course, I didn't tell Jay!" you snapped. "You would've known about it if I had told him right when it happened, wouldn't you?" You paused. "Sorry."

"No, no, it's okay. I, uh, I probably actually deserve that. All this and the stuff you said to me earlier, I mean. I haven't been the best big brother. I know that."

"The first step is admitting you have a problem."

At this, Will cracked a smile. "You've been spending way too much time at the district, haven't you?"

"Probably."

You thought that the two of you were good enough at this point, maybe not close, more like acquaintances, so you started to walk out of the bathroom.

"Y/N, wait," Will called to your retreating back.

"What?"

"There's something else I need to tell you."

You made your way back into the bathroom so that you were standing directly in front of him. "Which is...?"

He pushed himself onto the counter and then sat there. "You didn't get me fired. Sure, the missing documentation for why the meds were used, did give me a write-up, but I wasn't fired because of it."

"So, it wasn't because of me?" you asked. You needed confirmation on this. You had believed, for a year, that it was your friend's actions—which Will thought had been your actions—that had gotten him fired.

"It wasn't because of you. I guess I pissed off the wrong person at work when I told them that they shouldn't be having more plastic surgery because it wouldn't have any benefits. And, it wasn't medically necessary." He paused and cracked a smile. "Yeah, don't say that to someone whose husband is one of the hospital's biggest donors. I only got a small write-up for not having documentation of who the Norco went to and why it was used."

At this, tears began to fill your eyes. "I thought you hated me. You made me believe that it was my fault, that everything was my fault."

"It wasn't your fault. I guess I should've sided with you in the first place. I trusted you more than I trusted this random friend of yours after all."

"I saw her," you said. "I saw her selling them at school. And- And I didn't tell Jay because I didn't want to ruin her life before she even graduated. If I just would've—"

"No, she sold them. You had nothing to with this."

At this, you stood on your tip toes and hugged Will from where he was sitting on the counter.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," he reassured. "It's okay."

"I thought- I thought I'd never talk to you again. That you'd hate me."

"Well, I don't hate you. And, we're talking right now, so I'd say that was wrong."

At this, you laughed a little. "I guess so."

"Now, I'll give you a few minutes to get cleaned up, and then we can figure out the next steps to go and find Beary."

***

"I cannot believe you're making me call Kim and tell her I still sleep with a stuffed animal," you grumbled as you scrolled through your phone to Kim's contact.

"If you don't want to find Beary, then don't call her. But, if you want to find him, calling Kim and Adam is probably our last chance."

You pressed Kim's contact and she surprisingly picked up on the second ring.

"Burgess," she said.

"Hey, Kim, it's Y/N. Is Jay still at the district with you?" you asked and tapped your foot anxiously.

"He just left about two hours ago. Why? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine. It's just that...Jay took my bag instead of his and um...uh..." Will rolled his two pointer fingers in the circular motion, silently telling you to wrap it up. "My Build-A-Bear that I sleep with every night is in there and I can't sleep without him. I know it's just a stuffed animal but--"

"Hey, it's a comfort item. Makayla's got her platypus, you have your bear. I'll give Jay a call. He and Hailey haven't had a ton of time yet, which means they're not in super deep with---" She caught herself before she revealed who the team was going after. "They're not in super deep with them yet, so I might be able to get a location for you guys to meet. I'll call you back within an hour."

"Okay, thanks, Kim. And, uh, can you try and not tell everyone the reason for this? Just say I grabbed the wrong bag or something?" You didn't need everyone in Intelligence knowing you slept with a stuffed animal. After all, now half the team, Jay, Hailey, and Kim knew you slept with one, you didn't need the other half knowing as well.

"Will do. I'll call you back soon."

Then, she hung up.

"Good news?" Will asked once you had put your phone back in your pocket.

"She's gonna call Jay," you told him. "She said he shouldn't be in too deep undercover yet, so he might be able to get Beary to me somehow. Said she'll call me back within an hour."

"So, what do you wanna do until then? Just go back home...as in my house?" he asked.

You shrugged.

"Or, we could go split an ice cream mountain?" he suggested.

You laughed. "You're kidding."

"I'm dead serious. C'mon, let's go get some ice cream."

***

The two of you sat at a picnic table outside your favorite ice cream shop in Canaryville. You had been coming here since before you could even remember. And, they had this thing called Ice Cream Mountain, which was three mountains of soft serve ice cream with hot fudge, caramel, Oreos, whipped cream, and cherries all served on a Frisbee.

"You want the first bite?" Will asked.

"You're offering to let me have the first bite? You and Jay always argued over the first bite."

"After everything that's happened, I think it's only fair if I give that up."

"Don't mind if I do." Then, you dug your spoon into a mound of chocolate soft serve ice cream and made sure you had as many Oreo pieces in it as your spoon could manage. "Mhhhhm."

"Good?" Will asked.

"Amazing. Your turn."

And that's how the two of you spent the next fifteen minutes: eating ice cream just like you were kids again. That was until your phone rang.

"Can you get him back?" you asked as you put your spoon down and answered the call from Kim.

"We can get it back. Jay said to meet him in the back parking lot of IHOP. The one near CCU," she answered.

"Okay, we'll be there." You quickly ended the call and then relayed the information to Will. There were only a few spoonfuls of ice cream left which you called dibs on before Will and then ate them.

Then, the two of you were off to go retrieve Beary.

***

"That's him," you told Will. "Unlock the car."

Will quickly did so and Jay looked around and then walked casually to Will's car and hopped in the backseat.

"So, how's the night been?" Jay asked.

"Why's it matter? Give me Beary," you answered quickly. "I swear to God, Jay if you don't have him--"

"Relax, I have him. I just want you to answer the question first."

"It's been good. We got ice cream," you told him. "Ice Cream Mountain."

"So, are you too good now?" Jay asked.

"I think we are," you said. "Will?"

"Yeah, we made up. I even gave her the first bite of Ice Cream Mountain."

"Good. Glad to hear it." Then, he grabbed his phone. "We're all good, guys," he said into it.

"Thank god I can go home now," you heard Adam's voice come from the other end.

Then, the door to the backseat opened again and you froze.

"It's just Hailey," Jay answered.

"You said this would take at least a week," she started. "It only took a few hours."

"Must've been an easy case then," Will said.

"Case? You didn't tell them?" Hailey asked.

"Tell us what?" you asked and looked back and forth between Hailey and Jay.

"There was no case," Jay admitted.

"What? Then why'd you do this to me?" you asked. "You made me freak out and lose Beary for nothing!"

"Technically, he wasn't lost," Jay started to explain. "A few weeks ago, I decided enough was enough between you and Will, so I talked to Hailey and then Kim and Adam and we set this up. There was no case. Me and Hailey were just gonna get a hotel until you made up. But, then I figured it might happen faster if I grabbed the wrong bag and took Beary, so that's what we did."

"You're an ass," Will laughed.

"But, it worked, didn't it?"

"I can't believe you," you stated.

"What's there not to believe?"

"That you would intentionally take Beary from me!"

Jay opened the duffle bag. "He's right here. Safe and sound." He held the open bag to you and he was right. Beary was right where you had thought you had put him in your duffle bag.

"I say we all get IHOP to celebrate," Hailey suggested.

"And that's why we were supposed to come here, too, isn't it?" Will asked.

"Yup. But, you guys just had ice cream, so we can just go home if you want," Jay answered

"Halstead movie night?" you asked.

That was where each of you picked a movie and you watched all three of them together. But, now that Hailey was a Halstead, there would be four movies to watch.

"What's a Halstead movie night?" Hailey asked.

"Of course, he didn't tell you," Will said. And then Will quickly explained what it was.

"Me and Hailey will go get the snacks and you two can go back to our apartment and start figuring out what you want to watch," Jay told you.

"Okay," you said. Then, Jay and Hailey left the car and when they were safely gone, you said, "We're leaving Jay's bag at your house. Karma."

"Deal," Will agreed and then started driving.

You never thought Beary would be what brought you and your oldest back together, but hey, crazier things have happened.

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A Jolly Odd Christmas- Chapter 000, Prologue

HI GUYS UH, sorry for the long wait between my last few fics, some stuff got in the way and I needed a breather from the deadline of posting a long spanning story. Still! I love writing content related to Christmas (oddly enough more than Halloween but no need to unpack that), and wanted to do something for a long long long time. A note! Fics are probably gonna be no longer than about 5k words, as I wanna be able to make something I can write before Christmas, but if there's ever anything you guys want me to expand on, just tell me and I can do that! Until then, enjoy the prologue!

Next Chapter ->

Christmas was less than a month away, and things were busy up north. All year there was work being done, and this was the big day to get everything packed and organized. Manufacturing the toys was only a part of this process. Organizing, checking which gifts go to which locations, and it wasn’t just childrens gifts being packaged either, and because teens and adults didn’t exactly write Christmas wish lists, it was much harder creating gifts for that population. Elves all around the building and factory were busy, when one took a break, another immediately took the helm while they rested from the busy schedule from today. However, none were busier than the head supervisor, who looked over the entire operation with the help of some assistants.

The big old guy couldn’t be too busy monitoring the manufacturing of toys, consoles, and clothing, so he had others become his eyes and ears. That was Cardamom Cedar, who had been around for quite some time, and seemed to be getting up there in age, and seemed to have a more distinguished, mature aura to him. It helped that he was taller than the average elf, still under 5 feet, but his height had him towering almost a foot above his subordinates. He hadn’t had a single break all day, and when things were down to the wire like this, he was working from sunup to sundown (astounding for the little light they got at this hour). The only thing keeping him awake was a very caffeinated cup of peppermint tea, and was walking amongst two of his other elves looking at various forms.

“Alright so these are the last few days for the boss to update the nice and naughty list,” one elf to his left said. “Tomorrow we can get that and see which presents are gonna end up stowed away to save time on production for next year.” “I hate how he pushes the deadline for that so late, it makes my job worse!” Mr. Cedar sighed, stepping out the way of a group of elves wheeling a stack of computer parts past him.

“With all due respect sir…what’s the point of the list if we don’t keep track of it consistently?” the elf on his right asked. That got him a glare from Cedar, stopping in his tracks to give him a very tired, very stressed scowl. The poor elf went silent, and just nervously looked at his notes.

“Oh gods…I can’t wait till after the holidays…I heard the hot springs in the mountains are gonna be especially lovely after all this is over,” Cedar took another sip, his eyes wide as another elf seemed to be running full force his way. She looked worried, and she seemed to be from the organizing department.

“Mr. Cedar! Mr. Cedar!!” she exclaimed, taking a few breaths as she approached him. “Please come with me! This is serious!”

“What do you mean serious? Can’t one of the managers come see this? I’m far too busy to deal with base level issues” he replied.

“Sir…sir it’s a code Black…” she said that in a much more quiet voice towards him, just barely enough for him to hear amongst the busy rush in the halls. That…that wasn’t good. Mr. Cedar shoved his forms into the hands of the elf to his left and immediately rushed to follow the worried elf woman.

“Okay, tell me, how’s the security at the door?” “Guards didn’t see anything come in or out any major entrances.”

“Any places they could’ve snuck in?”

“We’re investigating, nothing out of the ordinary so far.”

“Did…did you check the…?”

“As far as we know, “that” gate has not been opened, won’t be open until Christmas eve. If it was, Mr. Claus would’ve been here.”

“...that is a fair point. Then how in the world did this outsider get in?!” Mr. Cedar ended up in the organization department, where there was a crowd of elves around someone…a human. An outsider. Mr. Cedar started pushing several elves out the way, going to approach the person in question once the others got wise and just cleared the path for their superior.

You looked scared, confused, unsure of whatever the hell was going on. Mr. Cedar had noticed that you were just in a pair of matching pajamas, and you looked like you were just woken up from sleeping, which…you were! At one moment, you had fallen into a deep sleep for the night, and the next, you ended up on an assembly line out of nowhere, smushed between presents, your apartment nowhere in sight.

“Where did you come from?!” Mr. Cedar approached you, glaring up at you. Despite the major size difference, you were still taken off by the strict authoritative tone this man took, and you just scooched back on the assembly line, bringing your knees up to your chest.

“I-I dunno! I don’t even know where this is!! Is this some like…event…why are you all in costume…?” you asked.

“Costume?! You think this is all a game?!” Mr. Cedar scowled. “I don’t much like your tone, we are EXTREMELY busy, and we have to figure out what you’re doing in my goddamn workshop!”

“Sir…they came in through the gift line…maybe there’s an error?” one elf spoke up. “A person’s never ended up here...” Mr. Cedar’s expression seemed to soften a bit, and he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“This is a bad time to have an error…” he grumbled. “Take them to my office, but make it discreet. If word gets out there’s a human in the workshop not only will things start to get messy, but this might spread out into the city.”

“Yes sir!” Several elves responded in unison. At that moment, about 6 elves picked you up off the assembly line, and you were actually sorta shocked at this display of strength amongst such small fellas.

“Also, bring me a maple pecan dark roast, I need the energy for this…” With that, Mr. Cedar left the room, leaving your line of sight, and leaving you to be carried away like you weighed next to nothing.

“Hey!! Hey wait! I can walk!” you exclaimed. All of a sudden, a larger present box was pulled out from a pile, and just like that you were dropped inside, on top of a bunch of gift box tissue. Once the lid was put on top of you, you knew that this was…a pile of weird inescapable nonsense you ended up in. Where the hell were you, and more importantly, who the hell sent you here?!

#cuppimagines #uhhhh what do i tag this as #guess ill just tag the title #nsft #nsft text #a jolly odd christmas

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The Happiness We Deserve

Chapter 6

Read it here on ao3

Rated E

Words: 2.3k (10.5k total)

CW: mention of past abuse

Ian comes by for drinks

Start from the beginning here

“Hi, Mickey.”

Mickey stepped aside and waved Ian into his apartment. “Hey.”

Ian held up a six pack of Old Style with a grin. “Like old times, yeah?”

Mickey laughed and took the beers, shutting his front door and moving past Ian to head towards his kitchen. “Old times?” Mickey asked as he opened his fridge and added the six bottles to the other half dozen already filling his top shelf. He pulled out two of the older ones and kicked the fridge shut. “This is every Wednesday night for me.”

Ian hummed. “Doug’s got me drinking fancy shit,” he said as Mickey popped the caps off both bottles in quick succession. He took one, taking a long pull.

“Sorry, I should have asked-” Mickey realized belatedly.

Ian waved him off, understanding immediately what Mickey was talking about. “It’s fine. All things in moderation, and all that shit. I’ve been on my current shit for years now. I’m still a lightweight, but alcohol doesn’t screw with anything anymore.”

“Right,” Mickey said, taking a sip of his own beer. “Well come on, I wanna hear about the shit you get up to in New York.”

They settled on either end of Mickey’s couch. Mickey laughed as Ian toed off his shoes and folded his tall frame so he could sit sideways, back to the armrest and feet shoved between the couch cushions. Mickey propped his feet on his coffee table and marveled at the surreal feeling of it all. Being around Ian made sense to him, and being here in his own home made sense, too, but something about the two things coming together, having a friend from his youth in the space he’d made his as an adult, was a little odd.

“Right. Well. How much have you already been told?” Ian asked, shifting in his seat and settling his bright gaze on Mickey.

“Nothing. I showed up on your brother’s doorstep a few years ago and he said you’d gone. Then, you showed up again. Haven’t heard anything other than that.”

“Right,” Ian said, sighing and scratching at his jaw. “Well. You went to prison. And I was…” he trailed off for a moment. Mickey recognized that Ian was nervous as he dug his toes into the couch and squirmed and looked away from Mickey again.

“You don’t have to tell me any shit you don’t wanna,” Mickey said. “Life’s been rough, and I get that. I just wanna know how you’ve been, man.”

Ian smiled, but it didn’t meet his eyes. “I know. I know, I just- I feel like I owe you an explanation. Or some shit like that.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“I know.” Ian paused again and took a few more sips of his beer before leaning over to set his bottle on the coffee table. “But I want to tell you. I wasn’t in a good place. You know that. I was sick. I got real low, Mick, but eventually the meds started to pick me up again. At least enough that I felt like I could reach out the way I needed to. In the middle of all of that, I ended up saving someone in an accident and made friends with some firefighters, and was encouraged to become an EMT. To be perfectly honest, there isn’t much I remember about the time between you getting locked up and me winding up in EMT training. My brain still has a lot of that on lock down.” He chuckles but there isn’t much humor in the sound.

“Yeah, makes sense,” Mickey says, because it does. There’s plenty his own brain still hasn’t been able to completely unpack from his own past. “What led you to New York?”

“Well, I started working as an EMT here in Chicago. Did it for, fuck, two years, I think?” Ian rubs at his jaw again. “Loved it. Still do, ya know? Wouldn’t be doing it otherwise. At first, I thought the whole bipolar diagnosis was going to get in the way, but my boss, she, uh, vouched for me. Ensured that I could keep my job. I owe her everything, really.

“Anyway, couple years driving around Chicago, and I was desperate for something new. So I just- I left. I packed my shit in a couple bags and took what little savings I had and took off. Hopped on a plane to California.”

“California?”

“Not the good parts, not like Mandy,” Ian said with a grin. “The ticket I could reasonably afford landed me in Sacramento. Middle of California. Too far north for good beaches, too far south for real mountain views.” Ian reaches for his beer again, taking another few swallows. “I kinda miss it, actually. I ended up in this shitty little studio apartment on the north side of the city. North doesn’t mean nice out there. It was like living southside all over again. I got a job as an EMT, thanks again to my boss in Chicago, and was encouraged by my team out there to train as a paramedic.

“I stayed there for six years. Moved around a little. By the end, I was renting this nice little house in the suburbs. It wasn’t perfect, exactly. Even when my meds are as balanced as they can be, I still have highs and lows. I think I experienced my worst high while I was there. Apparently, I have a thing for stealing vehicles. Ended up manic, stole an ambulance. I was halfway to Fresno before I gave myself up. I’m actually kinda surprised you guys didn’t hear about that all the way over here; it was a pretty big deal in Cali. Paramedic loses his shit, goes nuts, all that crap. Ended up doing time in another facility. They wanted to keep me for 72 hours, but I ended up staying nearly two weeks. Mostly ‘cause the mania was settled, I slipped in the other direction. Went real low again. When I was released, I was sacked from my job. Not a surprise, really, but a real blow anyway. Two weeks later, I was packing my shit again.

“See, I’ve got this friend, Crystal. I met her in group therapy not long after I got to Cali, and she and I became friends pretty quickly. She’s like me. So she gets it. She’s been my support for the last… fuck, ten years? She was there for me when I got out. But she’d been planning on moving. I’d thought about going with her, but me losing my job was the real nail in the coffin. Or, not really a coffin, actually, ‘cause going with her was a great idea. We left three weeks after I got out. Landed in a shared apartment in Brooklyn. That’s where I still live. Crystal has gotten married since then, so she lives with her husband in Jersey, but I’m still in New York.”

Mickey listened and sipped his beer as Ian talked, taking in every detail that he could. When Ian finished, he settled back again, reaching out with one of his feet to poke at Mickey’s thigh.

“What about you?”

“Did time,” Mickey grunted, still trying to imagine Ian and his pale ass living anywhere in California. “Got out. Ended up in contact with your family again.”

“Seems like more than just ‘in contact’,” Ian said with a grin. “My nieces and nephews have no clue who I am and call you Uncle Mick.”

“S’what happens when you fuck off,” Mickey said, hoping to come across teasing rather than accusing. He was successful, if Ian’s chuckle meant anything. “Yeah, okay, so maybe your family and I are pretty close. I showed up on Lip’s doorstep and he took me in.”

“Like a stray cat.”

“You gonna interrupt me every other word, or can I tell you my story?”

Ian continued to smile around the mouth of his bottle.

“Right. Landed on his porch.” He doesn’t mention why he’d been there in the first place, but then he doesn’t think he really needs to. “He invited me in. And then invited me back. About six months later, V and Kev mentioned wantin’ t’sell the bar and move. Carl was between jobs, and I was working security, so we did some talkin’. We ended up buying it from them for way less than it was worth. The rest is fuckin’ history, I guess.”

“I’m glad,” Ian said when Mickey paused for more than a few seconds, “that you went to the house. I know Lip is, too. You two seem close.”

“We are,” Mickey said. “Carl and I are, too, of course, but. I dunno. Lip’s a good friend.”

“So what about Jay, then?”

“What about Jay?”

Ian picked at the corner of the label on his bottle. “How’d you meet him? Are you happy with him? Are you-” Ian paused, twisting the bottle around in his hands. “Sorry, unless that’s too- I don’t know. I don’t know what’s normal in this situation, I guess.”

“When have we ever been normal?”

“We were for a little while. Hidden, maybe, but we were a proper couple for a while.”

Mickey watched as Ian’s cheeks turned red. Neither of them said anything for a few moments; Mickey was staring hard at Ian and Ian was watching anything but Mickey.

“Want another beer?”

“Please,” Ian rushed out. “Sorry.”

“You gotta stop saying that, man,” Mickey said as he stood and plucked the empty bottle from Ian’s fidgeting hands. “This is weird, we can agree on that. And occasionally, one of us is gonna say something that’s fuckin’ awkward. You can’t apologize every time it happens or we aren’t gonna get anywhere.”

He wandered into the kitchen, putting the two bottles by the sink. He leaned against the countertop for a moment, taking in a few deep breaths. This was proving to be just about as strange as he thought it was going to be. He was really glad they were hashing this out now and not around their boyfriends. There was only so much discomfort he could take.

Two fresh beers in hand, he went back to the front room where Ian was still sitting on the couch, face flushed a light pink as he picked at the corner of a cushion. He glanced up when Mickey came back in, muttering a quick thanks when Mickey sat again and passed him the cold beer.

“So,” Mickey said, tipping his head back against the couch, “Jay. Yeah, he’s, uh, he’s a good guy. Like I said, the guy wandered into the Alibi about six months ago. He’d been drownin’ in the rain while waiting for an Uber. One of our regulars invited him in. Sat at my bar, we got to talking, and, yeah.”

“He seems nice.”

“And normal as fuck.” Mickey doesn’t even realize he’s said it out loud until Ian laughs, long and loud. “Fuck. I just mean-” Mickey said, trying to not sound like the world’s worst boyfriend, “I mean that, compared to other partners I’ve had, he’s pretty normal. Like, he’s got a job in finance. He lives in a house on the northside.”

“Spend a lot of time there?”

“Nah. He mostly comes here. I dunno, it’s weird up there. The life he lived as a kid was really- I dunno.”

“There’s a lot you seem to not know,” Ian pointed out.

“It’s a different world, y’know? It’s great, don’t get me wrong, but not for me. I don’t fit up there.”

Ian hummed. “Yeah, I do know. He doesn’t seem to mind.”

Mickey snorted and shook his head. “No, he just keeps his trap shut.” Mickey knew Jay wasn’t always comfortable in his world. Of course he knew; it was hard to ignore the way Jay tiptoed around the Gallagher home, or constantly looked to Mickey for reassurance when they were out on the southside. He was trying, though, so Mickey couldn’t really fault him.

“Doug doesn’t,” Ian grumbled. He stared down at his lap and picked at the fresh label in his hands. “He’s been pretty vocal about what he thinks of this part of Chicago.”

“Not his favorite place?”

Ian laughed. “Not at all. I warned him. We live a very different life in New York than I ever did here. But he still insisted. He’s here for another shoot, and I figured… But now I’m wondering if it wasn’t a good idea.” Ian rubbed his hand against his face nervously. “He’s a good guy. Really, he is. I know it hasn’t really seemed like it, but when it’s just him and me, he’s different. Sweet.”

Mickey had heard that before. Teenaged Mandy was the first person to come to mind; claiming that a guy was good, was different around her, a few days before she would mysteriously gain a new bruise. He always felt like he could call her boyfriends out, though; she was his sister, had been so young, and it was his place to protect her, even from the scum that she brought around.

But he wasn’t sure if that was his place with Ian, not anymore. Besides, he didn’t know nearly as much about his relationship with Doug. He’d seen them interact once.

So instead, he admitted, “I’m glad you made the trip.”

“Yeah?” Ian asked, perking up.

“Yeah.”

A comfortable silence fell over them for a few blissful minutes before Ian cleared his throat. Once again, he was looking around the room and not at Mickey.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, “for the way we left things. I know-”

“We don’t have to have that conversation.”

“I know, but-”

“Fucks sake, Gallagher. Alright. But I am way too sober for this. Do you still smoke weed?”

Ian offered him a small smile. “Gotta bong?”

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Old Tapes and Sunny Days|| Chapter 1: When everything feels like the movies

By this point in her life, Ahn Nabi was used to packing and unpacking her whole life inside cardboard boxes, going from one house to another, from one city to the next. The expectation and novelty feeling she used to feel every time her parents told her they were moving had now turned into something different, something heavy and uncomfortable.

Even though she was getting used to living in Seoul, she still missed Busan. She couldn’t get quite used to the pace of the capital, where everyone seemed to be in a hurry. Even her parents, who had sworn they would get more free time since they wouldn’t have to travel too much for work, seemed to be hectic all the time. Of course, by this point, she was used to being on her own. After all, that was the only constant in her unpredictable life.

“But there’s a lot to do in Seoul,” her father said one night he picked her up at school. “Name something Busan has that Seoul doesn’t,”

“A beach,” she said.

“Well, that’s one little thing,”

“Nice people,”

“People here are nice, too,” her father tried again to cheer her up.

“When is mom getting home?”

“Tuesday,” her dad said as he went through his texts, even though he always complained about people who drove and texted at the same time. “Did you see the pictures she sent? Greece seems pretty, we should go in the summer,”

“Sure,”

“Did you decide which club you’re joining yet?” her father had been quite insistent about her joining extracurricular activities, saying how she was wasting the great opportunities that her fancy international school offered.

“Not yet,” was all she could say.

“What about de United Nations Model?” her dad suggested. “Or the Mock Trial Club?”

“I was thinking Mu Alpha Theta,” she said. “Or robotics,”

The reason why Nabi didn’t want to join any clubs was the exact reason why she never fully unpacked: she knew she had to leave soon. But, this time, as months passed her parents seemed more and more comfortable with their new lives. Within the first year, her father got a promotion. He was part of a significant firm and was now the official lawyer for one of the most prominent technology corporates in South Korea. They moved to a bigger house in the private sector where her dad’s rich friends lived.

“It’s your birthday soon,” her mother said as they walked together in the supermarket, which was probably Nabi’s favorite activity. “Do you have any plans in mind?”

“Not really, I was thinking maybe we could eat out and go a museum later,”

“Uh, sounds cool,” her mom said while walking down the wine aisle. “What if we go to Jeju for the weekend? It’s been a while since we’ve gone home,”

Nabi didn’t have many memories of living in Jeju, even though it was the place she had spent most of her childhood in. She had been born there and moved until she was around 12, but all she remembered of those years was her busy schedule of all kinds of classes, that kept her entertained while her parents worked so she didn’t have to be home alone.

“Sure, sounds nice,” Nabi said, knowing her mother had already made up her mind on the subject.

At home, once her father arrived, they discussed their weekend escapade to the island. Initially, he was hesitant, not wanting to skip an important meal with his boss and some important people.

“But it’s her birthday!” her mom complained during dinner.

“It’s okay, we can just do something here,” Nabi proposed, trying to calm things down. “I have a presentation on Monday, anyway,” “She’s turning 16!” her mom fought back. In different cultures, turning 16 was something significant. But for Nabi, it was just like any other day, she didn’t understand what the big was.

“But we were hosting, Hye-Sun! You know how important this is!” her dad said, raising his voice.

“Well, then let’s host in Jeju!”

And that’s how Nabi spent her sixteenth birthday with her parents and her dad’s old coworkers at her childhood home. Nabi’s dad and his coworkers prepared the meal, while her mom and the other wives talked about adult stuff she found unpleasant. One of her father’s coworkers brought their kids with them, and they made Nabi babysit them.

“When are we going to the aquarium?” the 8-year-old girl asked her.

“The aquarium?” Nabi asked.

“Mom said there was a pretty aquarium in Jeju,”

“Is there?” Nabi didn’t want to be mean to the kids, but she was too busy studying for her French presentation.

“Do you have a Nintendo?” the little boy, who was probably 10, asked.

“No, I don’t,” Nabi said.

“Do you want to play Mario Kart with me? I brought mine,” the kid offered.

“Can we go build sandcastles?” the girl asked.

“Why don’t you guys watch a movie?” Nabi tried her best to keep them both entertained and safe, or at least alive.

“Hi,” The other teenager that had been forced to join her parents in this awkward trip entered the room. “Your mom said I could join you,”

“Hi, yeah, please,” Nabi didn’t want to sound too eager, but the prospect of talking to someone closer to her age was probably the most exciting thing about her birthday so far. “You are Dani, right?”

“Yup,” the girl said, sitting close to Nabi. “Sorry I didn’t talk much on the way here, I get dizzy during flights,”

“Yeah, me too,” Nabi lied only to sympathize with her.

“You go to Yongsan, right? I go to Dulwich. What grade are you in?”

“Second,” Nabi smiled. “You?”

“Third,” Dani said.

“I’m also in second!” The little girl said, meaning primary school, but still wanting to be a part of the conversation.

“How is your French?” Dani asked, looking at Nabi’s notes.

“Not well, to be honest,”

“What about English?”

“I feel more confident there,” Nabi admitted.

“Cool, I don’t think these dwarfs understand what we’re saying. They can barely speak Korean,” Dani effortlessly switched to speaking in English with a natural British accent that caught Nabi by surprise. “I guess you were also tricked into coming. Dad said Mr. Kim’s hot son was coming,”

“Isn’t this kid Mr. Kim’s son?” Nabi asked, quickly glancing over the kid playing with his Nintendo DS on the couch.

“No, the other Mr. Kim,” Dani said. “The one that came alone,”

“Oh, I still don’t know everyone’s names,” Nabi admitted. “Is Dani your English name or your given name?”

“It’s my name-name,” the older girl laughed. “My mom’s family is from Dublin. Have you ever been there?”

“No, but I’ve been to Scotland. It’s kind of close, right?”

“Yeah, sort of,”

Nabi’s homework was soon forgotten after Dani joined her. They talked for hours, getting to escape from the kids to walk around the island with their parent’s permission. Dani was exactly what Nabi thought a cool girl was; she had one of those new fancy touch phones, she was rocking the pixie cut like that one girl in those vampire movies, and she was so confident while speaking. Nabi wondered if that self-confidence was something that came with age.

After chatting and walking for a couple of hours, Nabi and Dani went back home, where the adults were already sitting at the table. It wasn’t until she took her seat next to her mother that Nabi realized there was someone else in the room that she hadn’t met before. Next to Mr. Kim sat a young and handsome guy, with dark long hair and piercings in both ears. Nabi gave a quick glance at Dani, who nodded as to confirm this was the hot guy she had told her about.

The dinner was as amusing as a business meeting could be. Nabi was happy that her father, and his friends from work, seemed to be having a good time. Everything would have been perfect if it wasn’t for her mom’s surprise cake. She had to sit uncomfortably at a table full of adult strangers who awkwardly sang Happy Birthday to her. Feeling her cheeks burn, she only thanked and refused to meet people’s eyes.

By the end of the day, only Mr. Kim, Dani’s dad, and Nabi’s parents were left. The other two couples had left earlier in their shared private flight, while the rest of the adults comfortably talked while sharing some drinks. Nabi had always admired her parents’ ability to make friends. Her mom and Dani’s mom were comfortable speaking in English, just like the daughters had been a couple hours prior. The men were laughing in the garden, looking much less formal now their boss was gone. Nabi thought she could at least keep talking to Dani for the rest of the night, but she had disappeared with Mr. Kim’s son, and she thought it was better if she gave them some privacy. So, that’s how Nabi spent the final hours of her 16th birthday studying alone in her childhood room.

Almost every weekend after Nabi’s birthday, her dad would meet Mr. Kim and Mr. Lee, Dani’s dad, for casual plans like golfing, cooking, or fishing. Sometimes the wives and kids would get invited, but due to her mom’s busy agenda, Nabi was left alone with the weird combo. At first, it wasn’t that bad. After all, Dani was always friendly to her and she didn’t feel so alone. But whenever Mr. Kim’s son came, she felt like she was third-wheeling; it was clear the older guys had something going on. The guy was a bit douchey; he never spoke to Nabi, acting as if she was never in the room. Dani tried to convince her that he was just too shy, but she knew she only said that because she fancied him.

As the end of the school year approached, it got harder to see Dani. She was in her last year of high school, and it was in her plans to get into a fancy university in the UK. Nabi’s father would constantly bring up the subject, making it clear that he wanted his daughter to be like Mr. Lee’s daughter.

Soon after she graduated from high school, Dani visited Nabi to let her know she was going to Bristol to study Economics. She also confessed that she and Mr. Kim’s son were no longer seeing each other since he was now officially dating some girl from his college. It was a bit weird to Nabi that Dani didn’t look upset about it, probably because she was ready to start her new life abroad.

Something about that last day with Dani made Nabi feel something weird. As she walked down the Han River with her friend, she realized up until this moment, her life had always felt like a movie. To be very specific, her life felt like the VHS in her dad’s collection, where the tape randomly jumped from one scene to the other, not giving many contexts to the characters or the situations they were in. And, somehow, Nabi was in every scene, but she didn’t feel like the main character of her own life. All the experiences belonged to somebody else, and she just happened to be there for the ride.

“Have you thought about college yet?” Dani asked her, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“I think so,” Nabi said, not convincing even herself.

“Well, you still have a year to decide,” Dani said with a sweet smile. “Maybe you can apply to Bristol and we can be flatmates,”

“Yeah, that would be nice,”

“Promise to text me, ok?”

“Ok,”

In her third year of high school, Nabi decided she was done wasting time. She was determined to excel in her classes, join a couple of extracurriculars, and get top grades in her university exams. She had a plan, and that was applying to precisely 10 universities. She would apply to three in Korea, two in China, three in America, and five in Europe. She was going to become a Neuroscientist, and, most importantly, she was going to live far from home.

The weekend before the first day of school, her father changed their plans (as was now usual), taking Nabi and her mother to a fancy dinner with one of his coworkers. That day, Nabi was planning on dying and cutting her hair to start the term with a fresh look, instead, she had to doll up to have dinner with the people her father wanted to impress, though she couldn’t care less about it.

“That’s a nice dress, you look pretty,” her mom complimented as she joined Nabi in the living room. “Is it new?”

“No, it’s the only dress I’ve had for years,” she sourly said, getting frustrated with the change of plans. “I don’t get why we have to go. Why can’t I stay home?”

“Because this is an important reunion,”

“You always say that,”

“No, this time it really is,” her mom said while putting on her earrings. “It’s Mr. Lee’s last weekend in Seoul,”

“Dani’s dad is moving?”

“The whole family is, didn’t she tell you?” her mother asks, completely unaware that Dani and Nabi had lost contact since the older girl started college. “They’re all moving to Essex,”

“Why?”

“Mr. Lee will run the European division of the company,” “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

“Good for them and the company, but dad and Mr. Kim are sad. You know they are very close,” it was hilarious to Nabi how much these middle-aged men loved to hang out together, even though they saw each other almost every day at work and outside the office. Nabi always knew she was more like her mother in the social aspects, preferring traveling alone than in groups, and actually enjoying the solitude. Her dad, on the other hand, needed to move in packs, and he was usually the leader. Even at home, Nabi’s dad would always insist on doing stuff together, the three of them.

Nabi had only been to Mr. Kim’s house a couple of times, even though he lived only a couple minutes away by car, but higher on the mountain. The Kims were nice, but they felt too much like a family that came out of a TV show for Nabi’s taste. They were always happy and cheerful, which was a bit annoying. Mrs. Kim was the kind of mom that you would read in a kids’ book; she had a very homey feel. Nabi wasn’t used to that. Her mom was a bit of a superstar in the architect world; she collaborated with different international firms and was part of many important projects abroad. Since she traveled a lot, Nabi didn’t get to spend much time with her growing up and had gotten used to catching up on phone calls or during car rides. But I guess one could say that their relationship was good, they were more like sisters in a way.

Nabi had no choice but to join the wives in the living room while the husbands played pool in Mr. Kim’s basement. By this point, Nabi knew how to act to make them think she was part of the conversation; all she had to do was react, answer the usual questions about how school was, and compliment the host’s meal.

“Are you excited for your last year of high school, dear?” Mrs. Kim asked, looking at her with a warm smile.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to graduate,” Nabi said with fake excitement.

“Have you made up your mind about uni, yet?” Mrs. Lee asked. “Dani told me you were thinking about Bristol?”

“Oh, I don’t know yet,” Nabi politely said.

“Are you following your mom’s steps and becoming a great artist?” Mrs. Kim asked.

“Oh, you can forget about that,” Nabi’s mom chuckled. “She’s betraying me and choosing a different way,”

“Are you studying law, like your dad?” Mrs. Lee asked.

“No, I’m more into science,” Nabi said, getting nervous for some reason.

“My eldest was into medicine at first,” Mrs. Kim said. “But he ended up in Architectural Engineering,”

“Really? I didn’t know that” Nabi’s mom suddenly seemed interested, which was a relief for her.

“Yeah, and my youngest had plans to become an actor, then a singer, and now God knows,” Mrs. Kim laughed. “But, honestly, I’m just glad to have him back home,”

“Seokjin is back?” Mrs. Lee asked.

“Yes, he left the company and is ready to focus on his college applications. I think he is still unsure about what major to choose,”

Nabi took this as the perfect moment to excuse herself to go to the bathroom, leaving the moms to brag about their kids alone. There were a lot of family pictures displayed down the entire corridor to the bathroom. Nabi recognized Seokjun, the douchy oldest son of Mr. Kim, and saw a smaller and goofier version of him she assumed was the younger brother. For Nabi, who was an only child, the concept of siblings was almost alien. For a while, she even considered studying something related to genetics, just so she could get a better hold of the complexity of human nature. She always wondered what was the formula that made her look and behave like both her parents, and often thought about how a slight change in said formula would have a significant impact on the result of a human being.

Thinking about the complexity of nature, Nabi made her way into the bathroom, wondering if she should reconsider her career choice once more. She was too busy thinking about it that she forgot to knock on the door, and simply stepped inside the bathroom.

“Jesus Christ!” she gasped and jumped as she saw someone standing in front of her.

“Holy shit!” the guy yelled, equally scared.

“Sorry, it wasn’t- it wasn’t locked!” she stuttered. It took her a couple of seconds to realize it wasn’t Seokjun, but the guy named Seokjin who was standing right in front of her. He looked very different from the nerdy small kid she had just seen in the family portraits.

“I was… just… getting out…” the guy said, blushing furiously and avoiding eye contact. “All yours,”

He said before storming off. Nabi simply got inside the bathroom and locked the door behind her, more interested in genetics than ever. Suddenly forgetting about her bladder needs, she pulled out her phone and texted Dani for the first time in months.

Ahn Nabi: do you remember Kim Seokjun?

After a few minutes, her friend responded.

Lee Dani: Do you think Jesus could forget Judas? Of course I remember that prat

Ahn Nabi: did you ever meet his brother?

Lee Dani: only in pictures, why?

Ahn Nabi: he looks just like him, it’s scary

Lee Dani: I mean they are brothers, they must have some things in common

Lee Dani: But

Lee Dani: Are we talking about the same person?

Lee Dani has sent a picture. Click to download.

Downloading

Lee Dani:

It was clear that the kid in the picture was him, but it made no sense how much he had changed. Nabi had lots of questions in mind the main being “why do I look just like when I was in primary school?” followed by “should I really study Neuroscience or do I explore Genetics?”

Lee Dani: send me a picture of what he looks like now

Lee Dani: is he cute?

Lee Dani: Look, if you want my advice, nothing good can come from someone’s whose brother is Kim Seokjun

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vigilvntes · 2 years

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How do you think adrian would be as a dad?

i am so glad you asked anon i've had to get this off of my chest for WEEKS and this is a lot longer than anticipated so uh . strap in

ok i'm just gonna preface this by saying that i don't think adrian particularly wants to have children. like i think if someone asked him he would probably say no, but if it happens (almost 100% by accident) then it happens, y'know??

i think for the first few months he would be kind of chill about it? like he can just kinda pretend that nothings going on? but as your bump starts growing, and things start changing around your house (buying baby clothes, furniture etc.) i think that's when he would start to panic. he would spend more nights out on the streets as vigilante basically just trying to avoid having to confront the fact that he's absolutely terrified to be a father. it's not that he doesn't like kids or know how to interact with them (i imagine he's always a fan favourite amongst kids at family birthday parties), it's more that this baby will be his and he wants to be perfect and it's only when you assure him that you're new to the whole parenting thing too and that neither of you are gonna get it right the first time every single time that he calms down.

i think he would be incredibly anxious throughout the whole pregnancy. he would hate seeing you in distress if you got morning sickness, and he would just hate having to play the waiting game (he probably had a whole thing with your doctor over due dates?? "what do you mean this is the due date but the baby might not even come on this date wHATS THE POINT IN HAVING A DUE DATE-")

he would be so protective over you during the pregnancy. anyone bad mouths him? whatever, he knows that he probably won't be the perfect father straight away. anyone bad mouths you? they're so done.

he would also want to do EVERYTHING for you to the point that it's ANNOYING. you'd have to remind him that you're just pregnant and that you can still do things for yourself. you know he means well, but you still like to have your independence

in the last couple of weeks his anxiety would ramp all the way up. he'd be panicking about baby supplies, packing and unpacking the hospital bag because he thinks he might have missed out something important and he needs to check just to make sure. you love him, but it drives you fucking insane ("dude, i'm the one that has to push this thing outta me so stop pacing and sit the fuck down, the baby isn't due for another three weeks and you're sending me dizzy")

he would pass out at the birth.

he has seen violence and torture and has committed violent and torturous acts but he would pass out at the birth and you would never, ever let him forget it.

when he holds your baby for the first time he kinda realises that everything will be okay. he's still worried about parenting and being the best father he can be, but looking down at your baby looking right back up at him tired eyes he knows things are gonna work out

i can't help but feel like adrian would be a stay at home dad like hEAR ME OUT. and especially if you earn more money than him?? he's SO down to be a house husband.

you're incredibly nervous to leave him at home alone with the baby the first time you go back work. you cry that morning and he holds you in his arms until you have to leave and then he stands at the door with your baby in his arms and he lifts their little hand and has them wave goodbye to you from the door. then when you're gone he'd be like "huh. what do we do now". i think things would go pretty smoothly for the first few hours, but soon it would descend into absolute chaos. you would come home to toys everywhere and half of your belongings on the floor but then you'd see adrian asleep on the couch with your baby cuddled up on his chest (he probably has food all over his face too) and you wouldn't even be able to me mad about the mess.

WHEN YOUR BABY GETS TO THE TODDLER STAGE HES DEFINITELY THE TYPE TO TALK TO THEM LIKE THEY'RE GROWN LIKE I KNOW HE'LL BE HAVING SERIOUS CONVERSATIONS WITH YOUR KID (NOTHING ADULT OF COURSE) BUT HE PROBABLY WOULDNT DO BABY TALK BECAUSE I THINK HE WOULD FIND THAT VERY AWKWARD?? LIKE HE'D JUST SIT RHERE AND TALK AND TALK AND TALK AND YOUR KID WOULD JUST BE LAUGHING OR FIDDLING WITH THEIR TOY BECAUSE LIKE ????

you heard it here first folks he argues with toddlers.

he's stubborn, toddlers are stubborn. what more can i say? you probably wouldn't even be able to count how many times you had to resolve an argument between adrian and your toddler (and let's be honest, adrian is most likely the problem) because they got into it over idk frozen vs tangled (he bats for tangled)

he shows up to everythinggg for your kid. your kid does ballet?? he's sat right there at every rehearsal (i imagine it'd be like in despicable me when gru goes to the rehearsal and he has all the women swooning over him because . adrian's a DILF ok??? he just is????). your kid does football??? hes right there at every practise. he's there for every game or ever recital or ANYTHING that your kid wants to do he doesn't care he's there for it nonetheless

ok i got carried away so imma wrap up after tHIS LAST POINT. so vigilante stuff. he still goes out pretty often in the suit and takes care of the bad guys on the street, of course he does it's a part of him and you would never ask him to change that. you fell in love with him knowing about vigilante so it's cool, your only ask is that he's more careful. and i think adrian gets that anyway. he has a lot more to lose now if anything happened to him (not that you weren't incredibly important to him, but the last thing he would want to do is leave his child without a father) so he's a lot more careful anyway. i think he'd be more aware of risks and he would find himself asking 'is this worth it?' more often that not. he wants to come home to you and your kid every night, so he does everything he can to make sure that he's safe while still taking care of business and keeping the streets clean

i think he would be the one to ask you about having another baby.

in conclusion: adrian chase has acquired dilf status

#everyone be quiet liz is speaking #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #adrian chase #peacemaker #vigilante #hbo peacemaker #adrian chase hcs #vigilante hcs

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whoreforharlow · 2 years

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Good Space

Author's Note: I know I was dropping fics like hot cakes the other week, so sorry for the delay. I've been on a bit of a spring break bender and this is my first day sober in like a week lol. It's another unspecified reader piece, so it can be Jack or Urban if you'd like.

@linnlake @harlowsfreckles, this one's for y'all🥰

"You do realize we're, like, total opposites right?" You explain further, your brows knitting together in frustration, your eyes still kind but your voice a bit tired.

This was officially the longest break up ever.

"No, we're not! We're like the same person," he argues, his warm eyes still full of so much hope.

"Stop it," you hiss at him, the tiniest smile pulling at the edge of your lips as you snatch the folded shirt from his hand. He was currently in your hotel room, watching you fold and pack away your belongings into your suitcase... well, less him watching and more him unpacking what you had packed.

You had met eight days ago, locking eyes as he stepped into the wrong studio with his friends. You were the creative assistant director for a friend of yours who was in LA to help executively produce an album for a client. You weren't really a creative assistant director, you just really wanted to come and she needed to give you a title within the company to work you into the budget for a free trip. You and the team had gotten settled into the studio space, when in walked Private Garden into the wrong studio. You looked up and locked eyes with him and from that moment on, you two had been attached at the hip; completely and utterly obsessed with each other in every way possible. Everything was so perfect until day eight came along and ruined everything.

"I'm serious! We live two completely different lifestyles, on two opposite sides of the country, mind you."

"So you're telling me that you didn't feel anything in the last week?" He tugs the shirt you were folding from your grasp, forcing you to look at him. "Tell me you felt nothing." His voice is softer, but firm, his eyes a little bit dimmed with hurt. He brings a warm hand to your face, your lip trembling a bit as you try to formulate the lie.

"Exactly, you can't."

He maneuvers closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you close, your own arms going around his waist. You just lay your head on his chest, a few tears saturating the fabric; his chin rests on your head as he just holds you.

"I have to go," you mutter to him sadly, not making a move to pull away at all.

"No you don't, you can stay with me."

"We just met, this is crazy!"

"But we didn't just meet, baby," you pull back to look at him, confused.

"Do you believe in soul mates?" He asks timidly, causing you to pull your head back further to get a good look at him. You could tell where this was going, and a part of you wanted to stop him in his tracks while the other wanted to hear what he had to say.

"Come here, just sit with me a second, okay?" He leads you to sit down on the bed beside the mountain of clothes still yet to be packed away.

"I just-," he shakes his head looking down at his lap, his hands coming to cup his face as he groans in frustration.

"Babe?" You whisper softly, your hand going to push the curls away from his face to look at you.

"Are you-, fuck," he takes another frustrated breath, his fingers briefly pinching the bridge of his nose before turning back to you, "are you in a good space to hear what I'm about to tell you?" He looks at you, his eyes pleading for your reassurance to keep him going.

"Uh, yeah, I think so." You say cautiously, feeling uneasy at what he could possibly say. You feel his hand grasp yours in his lap, you give it a squeeze to encourage him to continue.

"I-, we-, you-, fuck!" He grits his teeth a little at his stumbling and stuttering. You squeeze his hand again, this time bringing it to your lips to place a small kiss to his knuckles.

"It's okay, love; everything is okay, I promise. You can tell me, it's okay." You coo and encourage, your voice soft and your eyes warm with tenderness, a look that has his insecurities melting away.

He take his time to look at you. He really looks at you and all that he's come to know in the short week together; your patience with him, your soft and gentle nature in everything you do, your availability to receive him at his own pace, your reassurance and encouragement, your down to earth spirit, your joyful energy, your contagious positivity, your beauty and humility. You were all he ever wanted to see going forward.

"When I walked into the studio the first day we met, when I saw you sitting on the leather couch all the way in the back of the room, do you remember that?" A small smile played on his face as he looked your intertwined hands, his anxiety forbidding him from looking you in the eye as he feels overcome with vulnerability at his coming confession.

"Yeah, I remember watching you walk in with your friends." You smile at the thought too, a small sad smile mirroring his. You didn't want this to end.

"The room was so dark and smokey, but you were glowing, like your aura or whatever. And when you looked up from that book you were reading, and we made eye contact it was like, I don't know, like something happened, ya know?" You wait patiently for him to continue.

"It was like a movie or something, like a cliché cinematic experience that you hear about but you don't believe unless you feel it yourself. I felt it, baby. Like time stopped, I swear it did, it all stopped and it was like just me and you in the room. I couldn't see or hear anyone else, but I could see you so clearly in that hazy ass room. My brain was going so fast, I couldn't even think to breathe, it was like a blur in my head and all I could do was feel. Is this making any sense?"

You just nod, blinking slightly as you process the words.

"I just had all these physical feelings, like down to the hairs on my body, like everything was electric. And then suddenly I could breathe again, time started to unfreeze a little and I could hear again, and the first recognizable thought I had was... it was, uh-, it was 'soul mate'." His voice lowers as his hand is pulled from yours to come to clasp his own in an attempt to self-soothe, his anxiety feeling like a heavy weight on his chest as he waits for you to respond.

Your heart stopped as he said the words, your brain couldn't process fast enough for his liking, making him stand up and retreat from you a little bit, his body language letting you know he was going into a defensive mode. You wanted to speak, you wanted to reassure and comfort him, but you couldn't say a word.

"You know what, now that I've said it out loud, I'm just realizing how crazy that all sounds. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, you don't need any of this on your conscience."

"We're soul mates."

Now it was his turn to lose his words, not at all expecting you to say those words to him at all.

"I didn't know that that happened to you too," you begin.

"What does that mean?" His words are hurried as he comes back to sit on the bed, his hands grasping the both of yours firmly, his eyes searching yours for an ounce of validation.

"That happened to me too. When we met, and I saw you coming in through the door, walking to the front of your group to figure out what was happening with the schedule mix up... I couldn't help but stare at you, and when we made eye contact, everything stopped for me too." You tell him, tears stinging your eyes at your confession, the intense emotion between the two of you causing you to shake a little bit as you try to contain yourself.

"My first thought was 'he's my soul-mate', and you walked up to me, you didn't look to your left or to your right, you just walked right for me like you were on a mission—like you were searching for me and finally found me."

"I was, even if I wasn't aware of it." His words make you flush a little, your forehead coming to rest against his as his hand cups your cheek.

"I thought I was crazy, I tried to push it down, tried to forget it, tried to talk myself out of it, tried to convince myself that my mind was playing tricks on me. But every time—every damn time—you would do anything, no matter how small, my brain would just say 'soul-mate'. It's only been eight days, and feel like I can't even remember what life was like a week ago without you." You confess.

"Then why would you go? Why would you leave this? Us?"

"I was scared," your tears running freely down your cheeks now. "I still am, hell, what do I know about being someone's soul mate? What do I even know about my own soul for me to even get started learning someone else's? How do I explain to my friends and family 'so yeah, I found my soul mate in LA eight days ago, and now I've decided to stay with him'? I'll sound fucking crazy!"

"Don't worry about anyone else, okay? Don't worry about those things, baby. Just focus on me, on us; we're soul-mates, we're made for each other." Both of his hands cup your cheeks, his face just a few inches away from yours as you both stare into the windows of each other's souls.

You can see the sincerity and longing in his eyes, you knew he was right, everything about the two of you together felt right. He had work to do that week, but he spent every free moment he had with you. You had spent all day together since you technically weren't working, your friend completely understanding you wanting to enjoy your little vacation with your "new boo". You were with him at the studio and whatever shoots he had to attend, he would even rearrange his schedule just to fit more time with you. Dates and hang outs, late night conversations, deeply satisfying sex, and falling asleep in each other's arms. This week had been a dream.

This morning was heavy on you both, starting off with you slipping out of his bed and back to your hotel room before he could get the chance to coerce you to stay in his arms. You'd spent a lot of the morning crying, the ringer of your phone and his profile picture popping up plagued your morning as you began trying to pack up your things. You'd stop periodically to sit on the bed and rehearse what to tell him, trying to figure out what else to tell him but the truth—anything but that you two are soul-mates.

"I'm just so scared," you sigh, "this is just so intense. I feel like there wasn't a build up like normal relationships, it was from the moment I saw you starting on a 10, and now we're jumping up the scales by threes and sevens. Its just so crazy, so intense, so scary. We don't know each other." You see his face wince slightly at that last statement.

"But we do know each other, more than we know, baby. It feels good, doesn't it?" You nod, "then that's all we need."

"I don't thin-"

"It feels good baby, just feel the good." His lips seal against yours gently, your response dying in your tongue as you sigh at the feeling of him.

"Didn't mean to cut you off. Just wanted to kiss my soul-mate, ya know." He teases, a slight flush creeping up your neck as you hear him say the words, his usual charming demeanor returning.

"Everything is going to be okay, baby—even better than okay, okay? We're going to figure it all out, together. We just need time to navigate, okay? Just breathe with me," you nod, following his actions of taking deep breaths, his hands on your cheeks as you look at him as you do it, his smile soft and sweet.

"Everything is going to be okay," you repeat back to him, and he nods to you, securing the statement as truth.

"Just stay here with me baby, I'm going to be here for six more days. I just don't want this all to end so soon. The next few days aren't going to be so busy, I just want to enjoy you in all the ways my soul has missed. Our souls, they missed each other, don't you feel that? We may have just met, but when I look at you I feel like I'm reunited with someone I knew before. I just want to say "I missed you" even though it didn't make sense before, it makes sense to us now."

"I missed you too, I really did," your confession is quiet, almost like it was a secret just for him to know as you close your eyes, resting your forehead against his again. You hear his breathy laugh and you can imagine the exact smile that he has on his face without opening your eyes.

"Stay with me, stay here in Cali for another week, and we can figure it out, I've got some down time after that. Maybe I can come with you back to your city after; I don't think the crew has been there before, you can give us the grand tour," he teases, knowing you love your home city, having boasted many times over the last week about how it's the best in the country.

"I'll stay. Six more days is doable, and then we'll figure it out."

"And then we'll figure it out."

"Together?"

"Together, baby."

#Jack Harlow #Urban Wyatt #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x reader #urban wyatt imagine

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libraryofloveletters · 2 years

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just want to say firstly that’s you are an amazing writer! i was wondering if you could write a ravi fic similar to your spencer one where he takes care of the reader while they are sick? very cute and fluffy :)

Couldn’t Leave You Alone

Ravi Panikkar x Reader

Warnings: mentions of being sick and childhood illnesses, Ravi being the cutest boyfriend on the planet

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

Author’s Note: Thank you for the sweet words! <3 I’ve been a little MIA when it comes to writing so I thought I'd give this to y’all so you know I'm still alive lmao

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You had only started working a few months ago, you're a kindergarten teacher and as everyone knows, little kids are germ magnets.

There was a cold spreading through the class and you tried your best to remind your little ones to wash their hands, cover their coughs and sneezes and use tissues. Yet there you were sitting in the class room with half of your kids out, sick from whatever cold was being passed around.

The kids were out in the yard on recess while you sat at your desk, typing up a little note for the parents. You were sending home a list of things that can be done to help prevent the kids from further spreading the cold which you assumed was common knowledge but just as a friendly reminder.

All of a sudden, you sniffle. Thinking it up to allergies, you ignore it until it happens again and again.

No way you picked up the cold the kids had.

It was only the first recess which meant you still had lunch and the afternoon classes to get through. You were determined to get through it instead of going home because it was just the sniffles - or so you thought.

As the day went on, more and more symptoms appeared. A cough, headache and a constant runny nose and you want to go home and cuddle up in bed but there is only 20 minutes left.

You managed to wrangle all the kids into their seats and get them to work on their art work quietly for the remainder of the day.

Taking the rare quietness of your class to text your boyfriend, Ravi.

To Ravi: What time are you off work?

From Ravi: Should be home by 6:30 if we don’t get called out. Everything okay?

To Ravi: I think I'm coming down with the cold the kids have. Maybe you shouldn't come over tonight, I don’t want you to get sick too

From Ravi: if you think that’s what’s best. Give me a call if you need anything okay ?

To Ravi: I will, love you.

From Ravi: love you more.

Finally the day came to an end, you helped your kids pack up before dismissing them to their parents. Picking up your stuff, you head up to the office to let the ladies know you won’t be in tomorrow and that they’re going to need a substitute teacher before heading head for the day.

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You were laying on the couch after you got in, too tired to move or to change your clothes when there’s a knock on your front door.

Who’s bothering me now?

You begrudgingly get up and drag yourself to the front door, pulling it open without asking who was there.

Your boyfriend, Ravi stood at the front door with two bags in his hands. “Hi,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead before walking in. “Oh do you have a fever?” he asks, setting the bags down on the counter.

Pushing the door shut, you lean against it before turning to look at him. “What part of ‘I don't think you should come over’ do you not understand babe?”

“I couldn't leave you on your own, plus I know how miserable you get when you’re sick.” he starts unpacking the bags. Orange juice, Tylenol and all the ingredients to make chicken noodle soup.

“Do you have a thermometer ?” He turns to you, hand on your back as he shuffles you back to the couch.

“Uh,” you sniffled, reaching for a tissue. “Bathroom probably.”

You settle back into the couch, pulling the blanket over your lap when Ravi returns, thermometer in hand. “It’s not even 6 yet, how are you off work?”

“I told Cap you weren't feeling well and promised to stay late on my next shift.” he smiles at you, checking your temperature.

“You didn’t have to do that, I would have managed.”

“Yeah I know, but I wanted to.” Ravi kisses your forehead once more. “40.6° (105.8°F), you’ve got a fever.” He leaves you on the couch for a few minutes before returning with a glass of water and Tylenol.

“How’d I get so lucky to have such a stubborn boyfriend like you?” you look up at him, smiling as you take the meds and the glass of water from him. Ravi sits beside you on the couch, his arm over your shoulder as you take the meds.

“I’d say I'm the lucky one but I guess whatever you wanna call it works too,” he jokes, pulling you into his side.

The two of you stayed in that position for a while, your head on his shoulder with his arm around you as the tv played quietly in the back.

Ravi glances down at you, checking if you're asleep or not. “Feeling any better?”

You hum, sitting up properly. “Kinda, I think the fever is almost gone but i still got a headache.” you tell him, watching as he gets up. HIs hands stretched out for yours before you grabbed them.

Ravi walks you to the bathroom, turning on the shower as you lean on the counter. “Take a shower, it’ll help bring down the fever.” He tells you, his back turned to you as he checks the water.

“I’ll get some clothes out for you,” he gives your arm a squeeze before he steps out of the bathroom.

You really did wonder how you got so lucky to have him.

Stripping off your work clothes, you stay into the shower and immediately shiver when the water touches your skin. “Ravi!” you shout, your arms wrapped around yourself.

Ravi sticks his head into the bathroom, “what’s wrong?”

“It’s so cold!” you peek out at him from behind the shower curtain. Ravi gives you a small smile, stepping into the bathroom to come check the water.

Technically, this was a problem you could fix yourself before since Ravi was so keen on taking care of you tonight, might as well let him.

Ravi pulls the curtain back slightly to stick his hand in and feel the water. The warm water falls on his face before he glances at you. He reaches over, pressing his hand to your stomach.

“It's not cold, baby, you just think it is because you still have a fever.” He explains, “do you want me to get in with you? Hold you?” He offers like the gentleman he is.

You shake your head, “I don't wanna get you more sick than I'm sure you are right now. I’ll be okay, thank you” you give him a small smile and he returns it.

“Just shout if you need me.” Ravi tells you before pulling the curtain back to where it was before.

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After the shower, you were feeling a little better. Ravi had left your favourite pyjamas on the bed and you could smell something coming from the kitchen.

When you were done getting dressed, you followed the smell out into the kitchen where you found Ravi by the stove, stirring something in a pot. “Feeling any better?” he asks, leaving the pot to help you sit at the chair by the kitchen table.

“Yeah, a little better. Thank you” you look up at your boyfriend when he sets a mug with some sort of ginger concoction in front of you.

“Nani’s recipe for ginger chai,” he noticed you leaving down to smell what was in the mug. “It’ll cure anything, I swear by it.” he tells you, watching you take a sip of it.

“This is really good,” you look up at him over the mug, taking another sip. “Fresh ginger - it’s better than the pre-made tea bags.” he hums, dishing out whatever was in the pot into two bowls.

Ravi sits across from you, sliding a bowl over to you. “Soup- I figured you didn’t eat anything today.”

“You figured right,” you pick up the spoon, slowly taking mouthfuls of the soup. “Nani’s recipe too?”

“Mom’s - this and a cup of chai was all I used to eat when I was a kid” he says quietly, your heart breaking a little.

You knew all about Ravi’s childhood, he would tell you bits and pieces but you never pushed him to talk. He knew you were there if he wanted to talk but it was hard, people looked at him differently after he told him - like he was fragile or like he’d break if they asked him questions so he tended to not tell people.

“I can see why, it’s good.” you smile, Ravi nodded.

The two of you eat in silence, Ravi occasionally offering up bits about his day before the Tylenol was kicking in. As much as you wanted to stay awake and listen to him, your head dropped onto your arms that were stretched out in front of you on the table.

Ravi smiled to himself, clearing the table before coming back and helping you up. “Time for bed yeah?” he walks you to the bedroom, sitting you on the bed.

“Ravi” you whine, rolling over to look at him when he returns with a glass of water.

“Yeah?”

“Too hot in here- I swear it wasn't so hot a few minutes ago”

He pulls your shirt off, leaving you in your tank top before getting in bed beside you. “Better?”

You snuggle into his side as he pulls the blanket over the two of you. “Better.” Ravi smiles, kissing the top of your head.

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bxcketbarnes · 3 years

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Place in Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 6700+

Author's Note: So, this fic is extremely long. I apologize in advance. I also hope you guys enjoy it. I'm worried that it's not up to par but we'll see I guess 🥺🥰 It's loosely based on the song Place in Me by Luke Hemmings. Beautiful song. Uhm, slight enemies to lovers which is unusual for me. Let me know what you though!! xox

"Barnes and L/N, you'll be partnering up," Tony states, and your eyes widen a bit before glancing towards the ex-assassin.

You notice Bucky rolling his eyes while crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back in the chair he's sitting in. "Is that the best plan, Tony? We've never worked together," he questions the man.

"That's the whole point, Manchurian Candidate," Tony mumbles while wagging his finger between the two of you. "You two are the only ones who haven't been on a mission together, so."

You stay quiet as the older man sets the debriefing folder in front of you. Your eyes meet his and you notice a certain emotion swimming in Tony's eyes. He raises his eyebrows slightly and you nod your head.

"You two look those over and then get to the quinjet. It leaves in an hour and your asses better be on it," Tony mentions while walking away from the two of you.

Silence fills the room and you avoid looking at Bucky. Your heart pounds in your chest as a sigh leaves the man's lips. You instinctively lift your gaze towards him, seeing his blue eyes already on you.

Your breath hitches in your throat and you look away, clearing your throat. "So, uh, s-sorry you have to work with me," you mumble loud enough for him to hear.

Bucky tsks before standing up from his chair. Your chest clenches when he doesn't say anything to you, watching the super-soldier walk out of the room. A heavy sigh leaves your lips, glancing down at the files in front of you.

"He'll come around," Steve's voice fills the room and you jump slightly, turning in your chair to see the blonde leaning against the doorframe.

You shake your head at his words, tears pooling in your eyes. "I don't think he will, Steve. H-He'll talk to everyone else except for me? I… I don't even know what I did for him to hate me so much," you sigh, your fingers catching the tears that roll down your cheeks.

Steve walks further into the room and lays a hand on your shoulder. You chew on your bottom lip, breathing heavily through your nose to calm yourself. "He's jus- He's got a funny way of showing people he cares. I doubt he hates you, Y/N," the blonde reassures you, giving you a gentle squeeze.

"Coulda fooled me," you mumble before shrugging his hand off of you, standing up from your seat. "I have to go get ready."

You hold the files to your chest and walk out of the debriefing room, making your way to your quarters. Your lip trembles a bit as you continue to think about Bucky and his cold behavior towards you.

Once you're in the elevator, you let out a shaky breath before glancing at the ceiling. Tears continuously glide down your reddened cheeks and you try to shake the memories from your head.

"Let's just get this over with," you sigh to yourself as the doors open up. You pack all the essentials you'll need for the mission, double-checking that you've got everything before making your way to the quinjet.

You notice Tony standing at the end of the ramp as Bucky walks into the jet, a bag hanging off of his shoulder. "If you truly need to get away from Barnes, let me know okay?" Tony mumbles and you give him a tight-lipped smile, nodding your head in response.

"I should be okay, Tony. Thank you though," you whisper to him before walking onto the ramp of the quinjet.

"You guys got this. I believe in you," Tony reassures the two of you and the ramp proceeds to shut.

You sit as far away from Bucky as you can, fiddling with your fingers for a few minutes before pulling out your headphones. You rest your head against the headrest and decide to rest your eyes.

Bucky looks over at you and wishes that you weren't coming along. In his mind, this mission is way too dangerous for you. You're not a super soldier like him or Steve. You don't have a suit of armor like Tony or Rhodes. You don't have powers like Wanda.

You got your training from Natasha, and sure, Natasha has incredible skills that she learned from the Red Room. But, you're still human. A sigh leaves his lips and tears his gaze from you, deciding to make sure you don't get hurt at all.

"Holy shit," you mumble in amazement, looking around the hotel suite that Tony booked for the two of you.

Bucky walks in behind you, not saying anything as he brushes past you. You bite your cheek, your eyes following his figure as the super-soldier makes his way towards the bedroom.

You let out a slight huff of breath, running a hand through your hair. "I thought Tony mentioned there being two beds?" Bucky asks and your eyebrows furrow.

"That's what he said," you mumble while heading towards where he is. "Is there only on-"

"One bed? Yeah," Bucky cuts you off and you gulp, taking a peek into the bedroom to see one bed in the middle of it.

"I-Great," you whisper as the brunette lets out a heavy sigh. "Sorry, Bucky, I didn't-"

Bucky grunts before making his way towards the living area. "I'll take the couch," he states and you slowly close your mouth, the words dying on your lips.

"O-Okay," you whisper loud enough for him to hear, walking into the room you'll be staying in.

You press your lips together before shutting the door, putting some space between you and Bucky. I should've backed out immediately. You think to yourself while setting your bag onto the edge of the bed.

After unpacking your bag, you organize your things so they're easily accessible. You open the file Tony gave you, looking over the schedule of your target. "Aha!" You softly whisper, pointing at the paper while reading how your target generally goes to the restaurant right about now. "I could eat."

You open the bedroom door and step out of the room, looking around for your six-foot-tall co-worker. You furrow your brows at the space, wondering if he's still here or actually left. He'd tell me if he left… right?

Bucky,

I left to go get some food and a little intel on our target. Schedule says he's in the restaurant around this time. See you later.

Y/N

You place the written note near his things so he'll see it before grabbing one of the hotel room keys. You exit the room and make your way to the elevator before pushing the button. The doors open immediately and you step inside, pushing the button to the lobby.

"Hold the door!" A voice shouts and you stick your hand out, stopping the door from closing. "Oh, thank you so much."

"You're welc-" you cut yourself off as you look up at the man, your heart dropping into your stomach.

The man standing in front of you is Gabriel Price, the target you're currently after. The doors to the elevator close once more as the air around you grows thick. "You okay?" He asks and you snap your head up, your eyes meeting his cold ones.

"Y-Yes, sorry. I was… I was stunned by your beauty," you laugh nervously and the man smirks while fixing his tie.

A chuckle leaves Gabriel's lips and he looks down at you. "Well, thank you, darling. You're a sight for sore eyes, yourself," he winks and you bite your lip.

"I-Thank you, sir," you blush, wishing that the elevator would open right about now.

"Please, call me Gabriel," he corrects you before sticking his hand out.

Your eyes glance from his face to his hand before shaking it. "Nice to meet you, Gabriel. I'm Sylvie," you come up with a fake name.

The doors to the elevator open up and you drop his hand before leaving the small space. "I hope to see you around, Sylvie," he grins before walking into the restaurant.

You can feel your hands shake a bit and you let out a deep breath before fishing your phone out of your pocket. You dial Bucky's number, pressing the device to your ear.

"Pick up, please," you beg, your eyes looking around the place to see if the super-soldier is nearby.

When your call goes to voice-mail, you roll your eyes, not even deciding to leave him a message. You slide your phone into your pocket before heading into the restaurant. You notice Gabriel sitting with three other guys at a table near the corner as you walk over to the bar area.

"Hey, can I get some food to go?" You ask the bartender and the woman nods her head before grabbing her pen.

"Of course, sweetie. What can I get ya?" She asks with a smile.

Your eyes roam over the menu and decide to get something small for you and Bucky. "Uhm, can I get the fish and chips and a bacon cheeseburger with fries," you tell her and you watch the woman write it down.

"Absolutely. Do you want to bill that to your room?" She questions and you nod your head in reply, telling her the room you're in. "I'll put it in for you. Should be ready in about fifteen minutes."

"Perfect thank you so much," you smile as she turns to head towards the kitchen.

After stealthily watching Gabriel while waiting for your food, you finally make it back to your room. You balance the to-go boxes against one hand while grabbing the room key with the other, unlocking your door.

"Bucky?" You call out after shutting the door with your foot, taking a glance around the room in front of you.

"Yeah?" He mumbles and pokes his head around the corner of the wall, noticing the styrofoam boxes in your hands. "What's that?"

You furrow your brows and quickly wet your lips. "Did you not get my note?" You wonder and Bucky shakes his head. A sigh leaves your lips and you mutter to yourself, "figures."

Bucky picks the note you wrote from the table in front of him as you set the food onto the counter in the kitchenette. "Wait, was he there? The target?" The super soldier asks while walking towards you.

"Yup," you mention and hand the man his food, not meeting his gaze. "Actually met him in the elevator, but you would've known that if you answered your phone."

You brush past him, your shoulder bumping into his as you head towards your room. You stop just before entering the space before turning to face him, feeling the anger flow through your veins. "You know… next time you should just ask for a new partner if you don't want to work with me. No need to be a fucking coward and ignore me. That's how people get hurt, Bucky."

His blue eyes glance towards you just as you slam the bedroom door shut, leaving Bucky to his own devices. The brunette opens the take-out container, seeing a cheeseburger and fries sitting in it.

Bucky's phone rings loudly, snapping him from his thoughts and he pushes himself off of the counter before grabbing the phone.

"Hey, Steve," he answers after checking who it is, pressing the device to his ear.

"Buck," the blonde greets, and Bucky can hear Sam yelling in the background. "How’re things going?"

A sigh leaves Bucky's lips and he scratches the back of his neck. "Uhm, alright, I guess. It's been pretty tense between Y/N and I," he informs his best friend while eating a couple of fries.

"Well, have you tried having a conversation with her?" Steve asks and Bucky furrows his brows.

"I- No?"

"You know, after you left her alone in the debriefing room I stopped by," Steve starts as Bucky sits down on one of the chairs, continuing to eat his food, "and she told me that she's got no clue as to why you hate her so much. So, Buck, what's the reason?"

The super soldier feels his stomach twist a bit, not knowing that's how you felt about his coldness towards you. "I… I'm not sure, Steve. I just- she- I don't know how to explain it," Bucky mumbles and runs his fingers through his hair.

"Figure it out then. You two need to be working together. The hostility between the two of you is going to get one of you hurt… or even killed," Steve reprimands the super soldier and Bucky finds himself nodding in response. "I have to go. Talk to you later."

Bucky sets his phone down on the table before glancing towards your bedroom door. He lets out a deep breath through his nose and continues to eat the food you got him.

You sit against the headboard with your knees tucked a bit, staring off into space. You look towards the alarm clock to see it's just past midnight and you press your lips together before leaning your chin on your knees. Your food grows cold as it sits on the nightstand, your appetite is forgotten after your altercation with Bucky.

Tears pool in your eyes as you run your fingers through your hair. "Why? Why? God, why?!" You cry to yourself and before you know it you chuck your phone across the room.

You hear the device smash as it collides with the wall and you see the screen all cracked. A sigh leaves your lips as you watch the lit-up screen turn black before cursing to yourself.

Bucky quickly sits up at the thumping sound echoing off of the walls, his blue eyes looking around the dark space. His eyebrows furrow as everything is in place and the super-soldier gets up from his spot on the couch.

A frown etched onto his lips when he walks closer to the bedroom door, hearing your cries coming from inside it. Bucky wets his lip and feels his chest clench a bit before he raises his fist to knock on your door.

"Fucking hell," he heard you mutter through the door and Bucky lowers his hand, deciding it’s best to leave you be so he doesn't make it worse.

He swallows the lump forming in his throat before making his way back towards the couch. Bucky lays down under the covers and stares up at the ceiling, a deep sigh escaping his lips.

"Steve's right," he whispers to himself, "I have to fix this."

You put your hood up as you follow Gabriel's men down the busy street. You stay a good distance behind them as you can lightly hear their conversation.

Apologies leave your lips as you're weaving through the sea of people, bumping into some of their shoulders as you pass by them. You wince when a burly man bumps into you, your eyes gazing up at the man while pressing your hand to your side.

"Sorry, miss," he smirks and you furrow your brows, mumbling that it's alright.

You stumble around the corner as the pain in your side spreads, removing your hand from the wound to see blood staining your skin. "Shit," you mumble and glance back to see if you can find the man that bumped into you.

Suddenly, your mouth gets covered by someone and you let out a scream as they drag you into the ally beside you. They throw you on the ground before another starts to kick your stomach.

"Don't fuck with us," a man growls and grabs a fist full of your hair, lifting you before shoving you against the brick wall.

Heavy pants leave your lips as the man's fist connects with your face. Pain fills your body as you double over, a couple of gaps leaving your lips.

"P-Please," you beg as another man takes a swing at you, blood dripping from your lips.

Your head gets pushed back against the wall as the older gentleman leans close to you. "Should've thought about that before following us, sweetheart," he snickers before gripping your cheeks. "I'm sure someone will find you."

You don't get a chance to say anything before the man smashes your head against the building. Your eyes roll back into your head as you get punched once more. The man lets go of your body and you drop to the ground as you become unconscious from the beating.

"We'll find her later, let's go."

Bucky knocks on your door in the hotel room, eyebrows furrowed as he hasn't heard from you all day. "Y/N?" He calls out your name before opening the door, peeking his head into the room. He walks into the room and sees the place empty. "Shit."

He pulls his phone from his pocket and dials your number. Bucky presses the device to his ear before walking back out into the main room. C'mon, c'mon. He thinks to himself while pacing in front of the couch.

A sigh leaves his lips when the call goes to voice-mail, his vibranium hand rubbing through his hair. The next number he dials is Steve's, deciding to tell the blonde what happened.

"Hey, Buck, what's going on?" Steve answers the phone.

"Y/N's missing," Bucky states, feeling his body start to panic at the thought of what could've happened. "I-She was here in the middle of the night and she hasn't left her room all day, so when I went to go check, the room was empty."

The brunette sits down on the edge of the couch, leaning his elbow on his knees. "Okay calm down. Did you try calling her?" Steve asks and Bucky scoffs.

"Of course I tried calling her, Steve. I'm not a complete idiot," Bucky mumbles.

"Goddamnit, Bucky. None of us can head out there right now. So, you need to get out there and find her," Steve informs him and Bucky nods his head in response, standing up from the couch.

Bucky goes to speak when the door to the room opens and you stumble inside. "She's here. I-I gotta go," the super-soldier breathes, hanging up before Steve could say anything.

You wince while shutting the door, leaning on it for stability. "Bucky," you whimper as he rushes over to you. You fall into his arms, your hands gripping his shirt tightly.

"Hey, hey, what happened?" He mumbles softly while leaning down to pick you up bridal style.

Bucky gently kicks the bedroom door open before walking into the room, setting you down onto the bed. His eyes roam across your body, seeing the bruises and cuts on your face. The brunette notices dried blood on your hand and his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Fuck," Bucky whispers after seeing blood on your shirt. He picks up your shirt to see a wound in your side, his fingers grazing over your skin.

He walks into the living space, grabbing everything he'll need to patch up your wound. Bucky feels his phone vibrating in his pocket as he wipes the alcoholic pad across your skin.

"Hey, Steve," the super-soldier answers his phone, putting it on speaker before setting it on the table beside him.

"She okay?" He asks immediately and Bucky swallows thickly.

"Uhm, not exactly. She looks like she got the shit beat out of her, and she got stabbed," he informs the blonde.

Bucky runs a hand over his face after patching up your stab wound, turning his attention to your face. "Shit, Bucky. Okay, I'll let Tony know and tell you what he says," Steve mumbles and Bucky nods his head in response.

The phone hangs up and Bucky shuffles towards your upper body, grabbing another alcohol wipe. "God, I'm so sorry, Y/N," he sighs while wiping the dried blood off of your face. "I'm gonna need you to pull through this, alright. I need you."

Bucky throws the bloodied wipes away before gently stroking your cheek. He pushes himself off of the floor and grabs a glass of water and some painkillers, setting them on the table beside your bed.

His fingers glide across your forehead, pushing some of your hair out of your face. "Please come back to me."

A groan leaves your lips as your eyes flutter open. Your vision clears and you see Bucky sleeping beside your bed, his arms crossed over his chest. A small smile comes to your lips as you attempt to sit up a bit, wincing slightly.

Bucky jumps awake at the sound of you, his blue eyes meeting yours. "Y/N, hey," he whispers, pulling the chair closer to you. "How do you feel?"

"Like I've been hit with a truck," you chuckle while holding your side.

"Here," he mumbles and moves to grab the pills and water beside you, "take these." You mumble a quiet thank you before taking the medicine from him.

You notice his nervous behavior as Bucky sits back down in his chair. "Bucky, I'm fine," you tell him after swallowing the liquid, setting the glass down. "Nothing I haven't handled before."

A sigh leaves the brunette's lips and Bucky runs his fingers through his hair. "It doesn't matter if you've handled it before, Y/N. You went out- on your own- to follow a dangerous man and you could've been killed!" He exclaims with a huff of breath.

"Well, if you were capable of working with me, Bucky, then I wouldn't have to do it alone! Don't you see that I'm trying?! I'm trying so hard to be civil with you, but you don't budge. Probably would've been better if I died. Then I wouldn't have to subject myself to your coldness every fucking day," you practically scream, your chest heaving rapidly.

Bucky's eyes soften at your words, his heart hurting a bit when you said you'd rather be dead than deal with him. "I'm sorry," he whispers loud enough for you to hear and your head turns to look at him.

"You're sorry? For treating me as an outsider for over a year?"

"I… Look, Y/N, I don't have a good reason for my behavior. I wish I did, I really do, but can we start over?" Bucky stutters and hesitantly grabs your hand.

Your heart flutters in your chest as his flesh hand grabs yours, seeing the sincerity in his blue eyes. "Can you stay with me?" You mumble, your fingers interlacing with his.

Bucky smiles softly and nods his head. You smile at him, feeling him squeeze your hand. The sound of your hotel room door opening catches Bucky's attention and the super-soldier suddenly gets up from his chair.

"Buc-"

He covers your mouth with his hand while bringing a finger to his lips, silently telling you to stay quiet. Your eyes widen as talking from the other room finally hits your ears.

"Stay there," Bucky mouths to you and you nod your head, your hands gripping the covers.

Bucky stealthily walks towards the bedroom door, pressing his ear to the wooden structure. "The tracking device says she's here," a man states and Bucky furrows his brows. Tracking device? "Check the bedroom."

Footsteps grow louder and Bucky quickly makes his way back towards you before lifting you off of the bed. Your arms wrap around his neck as the brunette quietly hides the two of you in the closet.

Your fingers stroke the back of his neck soothingly, keeping your gaze on his face the whole time. You notice his jaw clenching as Bucky focuses on the sounds around you.

"She's not here. She must've found it and left it behind," a different voice proclaims, another agreeing with the statement. "Let's go. We'll let Gabriel know."

You swallow thickly as Bucky's eyes meet yours. You can feel his breath fan your face, realizing the distance between the two of you is closer than you thought.

"Is it clear?" You whisper and Bucky gently sets you onto your feet.

"Hold on, let me check," he mumbles while his hands grip your waist, making sure you're steady before releasing you. "You good?"

You nod your head in response and Bucky's hands slip off of your waist before slowly walking out of the closet. You run a hand through your hair as you wait for the super soldier to come back.

"It's clear, c'mon," Bucky tells you and holds his hand out for you to take.

You wince a bit while walking out of the closet, grabbing ahold of Bucky's hand as he leads you back towards the bed. "Did he say something about a tracking device?" You ask him and Bucky nods his head in reply.

You lower yourself onto the bed and think about the event of yesterday. Bucky's eyes meet yours, watching your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Can you think of when they might've placed a tracker on you?" He asks while crouching in front of you, resting his hands against your thighs.

"I…" a short gasp leaves your lips as you remember a guy smirking at you after stabbing your side. "No way…"

"What?"

You pull your shirt over your head and Bucky's eyes widen before looking away. "My stab wound," you whisper.

Bucky snaps his attention to you as you take the bandage off of your side, exposing the wound. "Shit," he mumbles and lifts himself off of the floor. "If you can grab a towel and lay on it. We have to get it out."

You nod your head as he leaves the room. Another wince leaves your lips as you walk into the bathroom, grabbing a fluffy towel from below the sink. When you enter the bedroom again, Bucky stands at the edge of the bed sorting through the different utensils.

"This is gonna hurt," he informs you as you lay back on the bed, one of your hands gripping the sheets.

"It's okay," you whisper while nodding your head.

Bucky gives you a small smile before kneeling beside the bed. Your chest heaves rapidly as the super-soldier re-opens your wound. His blue eyes flit up to your face as you stare at the ceiling, trying to keep your mind distracted.

"I'm going to dig around to try and find the device, alright?" He reassures you and you nod your head, swallowing the lump in your throat.

Bucky's flesh hand rests on your stomach, feeling his thumb gently stroke your skin. Two of his vibranium fingers dip into your stab wound, a hiss leaving your lips at the uncomfortable feeling. "B-Bucky-"

"I'm sorry," he apologizes as the metal fingers move around. "It'll be over soon."

You bring your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down harshly. A cry escapes your lips as Bucky's fingers travel deeper, tears pooling in your eyes. Sadness fills Bucky's eyes as you whither beneath his touch, wishing he could find the damn tracker faster.

Bucky's brows raise when his metal fingers graze against something cylindrical. "I got it, doll," the nickname slips out and your heart flutters in your chest, turning your head to face him.

His eyes are already on you, seeing the concerned look swimming in the baby blues. "Agh! Bucky-" you breathe out as the device scrapes along the inside of your skin.

"Sorry," he whispers and manages to pull the tracking device out without hurting you anymore, crushing the tiny object between his vibranium fingers.

You take deep breaths as the super-soldier quickly gets up so he can replace your bandage. You keep your gaze on Bucky the entire time as he tends to the wound. "You're pretty," you whisper, not being able to stop the words from leaving your lips.

Bucky looks up at you through his lashes as he releases a small laugh. Butterflies swarm around your stomach as the man leans forward to press a gentle kiss to the fresh bandage, your breath hitching in your throat.

"You're prettier. Let me get you some water," he mentions before leaving the room once more.

He thinks I'm pretty. You think to yourself as a smile comes to your lips, bringing your gaze back to the ceiling.

"Tony, you don't get it. They know someone's after them. I think we should hold off until they're less suspicious," you hear Bucky talking in the other room. A sigh leaves your lips, the argument continuing on as you inspect the bruises on your face in the en suite.

You wince at the tenderness, rubbing the arnica ointment around your left eye. "Look, Bucky, the best I can do is move you to a different room and extend the mission. We can pull out on this now. We're too close," Tony says before hanging up the phone.

"Fucking hell," Bucky mutters as you leave the bathroom. You walk into the living area to see Bucky throw his phone onto the table before plopping onto the couch. "He's not letting us leave."

"I heard," you sit beside him, tucking one of your legs under the other, "I mean he's right in a way. We're so close to capturing this guy. I should've been more careful, I'm sorry."

The blue-eyed man glances towards you, leaning against the furniture. "It's not your fault. You were just doing your job. It's my fault that I made you believe you had to do this yourself," he mentions and you press your lips together.

"Well, good thing we're starting over, yeah?" You ask and Bucky's eyes widen, his lips parting slightly. You chuckle softly at the shocked look on his face and gently press your fingers against his chin, shutting his mouth.

"Y-Yeah, yeah, sorry," Bucky whispers, running a hand through his hair. You watch as he glides his tongue across his bottom lip, low-key wishing you could taste his lips. "So, we should probably figure out which room Tony moved us to."

You and Bucky proceed to make your way to the lobby and talk to the reception desk, hoping the billionaire already called to make the arrangements. You keep an eye out as Bucky talks to the woman, your fingers drumming along the mahogany desk.

"Ah, yes, I just got off the phone with Mr. Stark. Here are your new room keys," she says with a smile, and Bucky politely thanks her while taking the keycards into his hand.

"C'mon," he mumbles and hesitantly grabs your hand, his blue eyes looking around the place.

Your eyes widen upon seeing the elevator door opening, a few men you recognize standing inside of it and you push Bucky towards the wall.

"Y/N-"

"Kiss me," you whisper and his blue eyes widen as he looks down at you.

"W-What-"

"Public display of affection makes people uncomfortable," you state, remembering Natasha mentioning that if you were ever in a sticky situation.

Bucky wets his lips and nods his head in agreement. "Yes, they do…" he trails off and you let out a huff of breath.

You grab a hold of his shirt, pulling him closer to you as you lean on your toes. Bucky places his hand against the wall, stabilizing himself as your lips connect with his. His vibranium hand grips your hip, a short moan escaping his lips as your fingers card through his hair.

Your heart flutters in your chest at the feeling of his soft lips. It takes Bucky a few seconds before he starts moving his lips against yours, deepening the kiss. You hear the men muttering to themselves as they walk past the two of you.

"Fuckin' kids," one of them grunts.

Bucky leans forward, pressing your back against the wall as he pulls away slightly. You keep your eyes closed and you breathe heavily as his nose nudges yours lightly.

"Are they gone?" He whispers against your lips.

You flutter your eyes open and look over his shoulder, seeing them walking out the main doors of the hotel. "Y-Yeah," you mumble, causing the brunette to take a step back. "Sorry about that, I just… didn't know what else to do."

Bucky shakes his head, mumbling that it’s alright. He reaches for your hand again, leading you towards the elevator. You chew on your bottom lip as the two of you stand in the elevator in silence, feeling the tension between the two of you thickening.

“Why don’t you head to the new room and I’ll work on transferring our stuff?” Bucky mentions and you nod your head in response.

“Sure,” you mumble and grab one of the room keys from his hand, watching the muscly man step out of the elevator. “I’ll see you up there.”

After a short ride up a couple of more floors, you step out of the elevator before heading towards your new room. Maybe one with two beds this time. You think to yourself while placing the key into the lock. You step into the room and let out a gasp, seeing rose petals everywhere. “Oh, no,” you mumble and shut the door quickly, trying to gather as many petals as you can. “What in the actual fuck, Tony. I swear to God,” You mumble to yourself while rolling your eyes.

The door handle to the room begins to turn and you rush towards it, opening it just a smidge. Bucky glances down at you with a concerned look as you try to find the right words. “What’s going on?” He asks you and you press your lips together. “Y/N?”

“Just… don’t take it out on me, okay?” You whisper and Bucky furrows his brows as you fully open the hotel room door.

Bucky’s eyes widened after seeing rose petals everywhere, causing him to curse under his breath. “I’m going to kill him,” he states and a chuckle leaves your lips.

You grab your bag from the hallway before shutting the room’s door. You watch Bucky aggressively pick up flower petals from the floor and furniture. “Maybe this was the only room available,” you chuckle while heading towards the bedroom.

“I doubt it,” he mutters bitterly as you open the secondary door.

“Oh, come one,” you groan as you notice the large king-sized bed sitting in the middle of the room. “Bucky!”

“Yeah?” He calls out, hearing his footsteps grow closer to where you’re standing. You glance over your shoulder and see his lips part in disbelief. “You’re joking me,” Bucky sighs before rubbing his fingers against his forehead.

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and wet your lips. “I’ll take the couch this time,” you tell him and Bucky glances down at you.

“Y-You have bruised ribs, Y/N. I’m not going to make you sleep on the couch,” he mentions and you shrug your shoulders in response.

A sigh leaves your lips as you slap your hands along your thighs, turning to face Bucky. “Well, if you’re willing to deal with me… you can sleep in the same bed. I don’t mind,” you shyly tell him, feeling your cheeks flush. You begin to panic when Bucky says nothing and you clear your throat, scratching the back of your neck. “O-Or you don’t have to. I just wanted you to be comfortable.”

Bucky’s blue eyes soften at your words as he watches you walk further into the room. The man wets his lips before running a hand through his hair. “We can share,” he mumbles loud enough for you to hear.

“A-Are you sure?” You stutter, your eyes meeting his and the brunette nods his head in response. Bucky gives you an awkward smile and you let out a tiny giggle, taking a step towards him.

“What are you laughing about?” He huffs and you bite your lip, bringing your hands to his face before lifting the sides of his lips. Bucky playfully rolls his eyes and swats your hands away from him.

A genuine smile graces his pink lips and your heart flutters at the sight. “There’s a real smile,” you tell him, both of your cheeks heating up. “Should do it more often, Bucky, it looks good on you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Bucky whispers before walking out of the room to gather his things.

“Okay, so, I managed to gather some more intel on Gabriel,” Bucky mentions while walking into the bedroom. The super-soldier grabs the laptop Tony supplied him before sitting down on the edge of the bed. “How are you feeling?”

You lift the ice pack from your ribs and glance down at the bruised skin. “As good as I can be, I guess. It still hurts to bend over a bit, but I manage,” you chuckle as Bucky glances over his shoulder, seeing the purplish skin. “What’d you find out?”

“That he’s got a business meeting in the restaurant later tonight. Turns out the man he’s meeting has ties to HYDRA,” Bucky informs you while typing out what he discovered.

Bucky closes the laptop after finishing the report, making sure it is sent to Tony before fully turning the device off. Your eyes watch him gracefully move throughout the room, feeling a bit useless after getting attacked over twenty-four hours ago. “Do you need help with the meeting?” You ask him and the super-soldier shakes his head. “Buck-”

“You still need to heal, Y/N. I got this,” he mentions, and you sigh, running a hand through your hair.

“Can I at least be on comms when you go? I'm tired of just sitting here and doing nothing," you bargain.

Bucky doesn't answer you while pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it on the chair that sits in the corner of the room. "Fine, you can be on comms," he mumbles and you grin as then throws the covers back before getting on the bed.

"Thank you, Bucky," you whisper as the super-soldier lays on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

He turns his head towards you, his eyes noticing the fading bruise under your eye. He shuffles so he's laying on his side before reaching his vibranium hand out. Bucky notices how you don't flinch, seeing the smile steady on your lips as his metal fingers glide across your under-eye.

"Does it hurt?" Bucky whispers and you shake your head.

His eyes flicker down to your lips for a hot second before meeting your eyes again. "Have you ever kissed anyone before me, Bucky?" You ask him as you shuffle a bit closer to him.

You notice his cheeks blush and you teasingly smile at him. "I- No," he confesses and you tuck your lip between your teeth.

"C-Can I ask you a serious question?" You whisper, feeling his breath fanning your face. Bucky nods his head against his pillow, feeling a bit nervous about what you're going to ask. "Why do you hate me?"

A sigh leaves his lips as his blue eyes flutter shut for a few moments. Bucky wets his lips before sitting up, leaning his back against the headboard. You sit up as well, keeping your eyes on him as you notice the gears turning in his head.

"I don't hate you, Y/N. I really don't. I just… I guess I was jealous of you. I mean," Bucky pauses and slaps his hands against his thighs, "I don't have a good reason for being cold to you. Steve's right, you know? I do have a hard time showing my feelings."

Bucky's hand gently grabs yours and strokes the back of your hand. "It took me getting hurt for you to realize," you mumble softly and Bucky's chest clenches.

"I'm sorry that I let you down. I was so apathetic and I know it's pathetic, but I'm going to be here for you here on out," he exclaims and the corner of your mouth lifts into a small smile.

"Promise me?" You whisper as Bucky brings his free hand to your face.

His blue eyes search yours for a few moments before gently kissing your lips. "I promise you."

You rest your forehead against his, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as your heart pounds wildly against your chest. Bucky's hand slides along the side of your throat before resting on the back of your neck. Your lips meet his again while running your hands along his torso.

The kiss didn't last long before the two of you lie back down, your head resting on his chest. "You'll always have a place in me."

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spacecowboyhotch · 2 years

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Moonlight Pt. 1🌙

summary: Zira takes Aaron camping and it reminds him of how long he’s been without true fun and affection.

pairing: Zira (fem!black!oc) x Aaron Hotchner

warnings: 18+/nsfw, fluff, a little internal angst but nothing crazy, feelings, lust

an: next chapter things are getting spicyyyyy. very very excited for the next few parts my friends, i hope you’ve been enjoying! song inspo is dancing in the moonlight by toploader

word count: 1077

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After they’d packed everything up for camping, they stopped for takeaway, deciding on cheeseburgers and fries. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s watched some eat and laugh and sing to music in a car. She had let the windows down, her curls blowing in the wind. He felt like this was too good to be true.

They’ve made it to campgrounds not far from the b&b and the moon is hanging high in the air, bathing the greenery around them in its pale, bright light. He’s unpacking a bag filled with the supplies for s’mores when she gets up and turns on the portable radio she’s brought.

She does a twirl, her hair following around her like a cloud. “Dance with me.”

He frowns, shaking his head as he looks at her skeptically. “Uh, I don’t think so.”

“You danced with me last night.” She points out, hands on her hips.

“I did. I think that could be the extent of my dancing on this trip.”

“So I guess when I go out this week I’ll just…have to dance with some other guy.” She sits down on the tarp next to him, crossing her arms against her chest.

“Does some other guy have a name?”

“Does it matter?”

“It does.”

She can’t help the grin that spreads across her face. “Are you jealous, Aaron Hotchner?”

He ignores the question, focuses on the warm, conflicting feelings of her saying his full name and jealousy that blooms in his chest. “You know I could have Garcia look him up and she’d know everything about him in the span of 10 minutes.”

“Garcia’s the quirky one right?”

“That’s the mild way of putting it, yes.”

“But you like her.”

“Of course I do, she’s a great colleague and even better friend.”

Zira tries to picture what one of Aaron’s friends could look like and can only picture more of him: dark hair, dark eyes, and serious expression all in suits. “Can I see her?”

He nods, pulls his phone out of his pocket and finds a picture of him and Garcia. She’s smiling, with funky glasses and an array of colorful barrettes in her blonde hair. He’s…attempting a smile, his eyes are dark and dull, his lips just barely upturned and she feels her heart twist for him. He’s clearly unhappy.

“Not what I pictured, but pleasantly surprised. She looks like the type to ask you to dance.”

“She is. She has.”

“Did you say yes?”

“Well of course, you can’t say no to Garcia.” He says it as if it's a well-known fact. Part of him hopes that one day it will be to her.

Feigning offense her eyes get wide, lips pulling down. “Oh, but to me…”

He nods and his mouth twists into a smirk as he tries to look away from her. “I see where this is going. Are you about to pout?”

“I don’t know…will it work?”

He looks up at her and she is in full-on puppy mode, something Emily and Garcia do often when he’s reluctant about joining the team for outings. Its different with her though; when it comes to Emily and Garcia he doesn’t want to hurt their feelings, will say yes even if he doesn’t want to. But with her? He wants to give her everything she wants and more. He wants to give her things she doesn’t even know she wants.

“Yes.” He admits begrudgingly, his voice low and frustrated. It makes her smile again, and she can’t think of a time she smiled this much because of a man.

She hops up and holds her hand out for him. “So dance with me, Aaron.”

He can say that he’s never seen a more welcoming sight, rising to his feet and scooping her up into his arms.

“This didn’t happen.”

“Mr. FBI dancing while camping, your coworkers would never believe it would they?”

He snorts, “They’d probably ask if you brainwashed me with how much I’ve smiled since I’ve been here.”

“I love your smile.” She reaches up to caress his face and he leans into the coziness of her skin against his.

When was the last time someone complimented him in the way she does? And when was the last time that he readily let himself accept it? He strains his brain trying to think of a time; its been so long that he doesn’t remember. He decides that’s not what's important. What is important is holding her, swaying with her under the trees and the stars and moon. It’s holding her so close that he doesn’t forget what she feels like.

Zira rests her head on his shoulder, ignoring that the song is faster and calls for a more upbeat set of steps. She doesn’t care, she just wants to feel him. Neither of them say anything for a while, enjoying the moment. But her mind wanders back to the photo of Garcia and she finds herself wanting to know more.

“What are you like with them?”

Aaron finds himself embarrassed to say how isolated he was from his team before leaving though he knows she wouldn’t judge. “Well, they call me Hotch.”

She leans back, smiles a little at that. “Hotch. Yeah, I see it. Tell me more.”

“I can be…withdrawn.” He continues.

“No, not you.” She says sarcastically, nuzzling her face against his cheek.

“I’d like to say I’ve been pretty open with you.” He gives her a look.

“You have but from what you’ve told me about the job and your responsibility as their boss. And everything that happened with your wife, not to mention you being here, alone.” His eyes get cloudy from her words and she feels a little guilty for bringing it up.

She leans in to kiss him, its the first time she’s initiated. This one feels different, not just because she started it but because it feels like she’s trying to consume him. He can feel how much she yearns for him, her hunger fueling his own. He wants her and when he pulls back to tell her he words catch in his throat because of the raw lust in her eyes. That’s all it is right now, lust, and he’s more than okay with giving in.

Her fingers move up his body, tracing every muscle and curve before coming to knot in his hair as she kisses him again. “Forget about the s’mores.” She breathes, and he nods in agreement, pulling her towards the tent.

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stufftippywrote · 3 years

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not an astronaut

This is based off a personal experience. Tw for fat-shaming, homophobia, and general assholery from an asshole kid.

The bell rings cheerfully as Bitty steps through the doorway. This was one of his favorite places when he was younger. The eclectic curios, every shape and size and color, packing the shelves were an endless source of fascination for young Eric Bittle, and the owners were friends of the family, so they knew Bitty well and didn't freak out when he picked up a ceramic pepper shaker or glass figurine and held it in his hands like an ancient treasure.

He walks through the store with that same sense of wonder now, 30 years later, and brushes his hand reverently over the shelves. They’re not looking for anything in particular today, but Bitty has told Jack about this place so many times, he simply couldn’t help but visit. Besides, you never know when you might find the perfect accent piece for the new home.

Chicken-shaped serving bowls, a porcelain figurine of a girl dancing, a set of silverware in a dusty wooden case. Bitty is spoiled for choice. As he browses, there’s a movement at the back of the store, and he catches a glimpse of someone hauling boxes through a door. He wonders who runs the place now. The sign still says Thompson’s Antiques, but he knows Mrs. Thompson passed and Mr. Thompson is getting on in years. Could it be that…

A prickle of fear runs through him.

The figure in the back drags the box to a nearby aisle and starts unpacking it, placing items on a low shelf. Bitty’s curiosity overflows. He moseys into that aisle and begins to speak, but the man raises his head before he can get a word out. He has to catch his breath all over again.

The man’s face goes slack. “I know you,” he blurts.

Eric puts his hands on his hips and gives a bright smile. “Davey Thompson. So you’re here after all!”

~~~

“Davey, this is Eric. Eric, this is our little boy Davey.” Mrs. Thompson’s smile is bright as she urges her son forward. “Why don’t you two go play at the playground while Mommy and her friend talk?”

The kid is tough-looking, with ruddy cheeks and a thick build. Eric reaches out his hand to lead Davey along the way. The minute they’re out of earshot, Davey snatches his hand back like he’s just touched a hot stove. Eric turns, surprised.

“You’re fat,” Davey says.

Eric blinks.

“You look dumb,” Davey adds on. And thus a quote-unquote “friendship” was born.

~~~

Davey stands up. He still has the same tinted cheeks and stocky build that Bitty remembers, but his face is sunken somehow, and he’s built up muscle where baby fat used to linger on his arms and shoulders. He’s got a tattoo on one arm – a Japanese koi fish, mid-splash.

“Nice ink,” Bitty comments.

And Davey Thompson, for possibly the first time in his life, smiles at Bitty. “Thanks.”

“The shop looks nice,” Bitty says, surveying the shelf like it’s his domain. “Hasn’t changed much since I used to come here.”

“You’re – you’re Eric Bittle, right?” Davey says, sounding almost scared of the answer. “From school?”

“From way before school,” Bitty responds. “You’re looking good.”

“Uh. Thanks. Same to you.” Davey looks uncertain, almost sheepish. There’s a moment of awkward silence. Davey tries to break it. “Um. So. What are you –”

He doesn’t seem to have the strength, or the will, to come up with the rest of the sentence. Bitty picks it up. “I’m a pastry chef,” he says. “I have a bakery and I cater, and I’ve put out three cookbooks. Can you imagine that?”

Davey looks kind of stunned. “Wow,” he says slowly. “Good for you. Where’s the bakery?”

“Up in New England. Providence, Rhode Island, to be exact.”

Davey snaps his fingers. “That’s right, you went to college up there. For hockey, wasn’t it?”

~~~

Bitty takes a swing at the ball. He misses, and it goes tumbling behind him into the net.

“Hah, you’re the worst goalie,” Davey says.

Somehow, Bitty finds the courage to say, “Let me play forward.” But his words are swallowed by the passing of a car on the cross street.

“What?”

“You be goalie.” Bitty gives the phrase all the menace he’s got in an eight-year-old body.

Davey laughs, a cruel laugh that sounds like ripping paper in Bitty’s ears. “Why? I can score on you all I want. That’s why we made you goalie.”

Resentment simmers like a low sun in Bitty’s gut. He wants to challenge Davey to play him on actual ice. He knows Davey can’t skate. As bad as he is, Bitty can’t possibly lose to him there. But the words stay stuck inside, plastered to the inside of his stomach, making him feel sick.

“Worst goalie ever,” Kevin chimes in.

“The worst, the wooooorst,” all four of them sing to him.

Bitty crouches low and is glad they can’t see much through the oversized goalie mask. Someday, he thinks, someday I’m gonna get them.

~~~

“Something like that,” Bitty answers easily. “And you’ve been here running the store?”

“Pretty much.” He doesn’t look very proud of that fact.

“I remember you used to say you were going to be an astronaut.”

“Ah, well –” The rose tint on Davey’s cheeks grows a shade deeper. “We were kids. I figure I missed my shot to make something of myself.”

All of Bitty’s nurturing instincts come alive. “Don’t say that. You’re doing well. Doing good, honest work. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Nah, man. It was just the easiest thing to do, once Mom got sick. I had to be here for her, and I … just stayed.”

Bitty gazes at him. This isn’t the attitude he expected from Davey Thompson, not in the slightest. He seems so defeated, as though Bitty’s arrival has reminded him of everything he isn’t. Bitty doesn’t want to be that for him, but he doesn’t think he has a choice in the matter. He quashes the small, self-satisfied demon that’s cackling in the back of his head. He’s not that kid anymore, either.

Just then, the chimes jingle at the front of the store. The babbling voice of a young child brightens the room. “Ah,” Bitty says, “there they are. He had to keep them outside a while before they calmed down. Little kids just work themselves up into a dither sometimes.” He offers an apologetic smile to Davey and retreats down the aisle toward the front of the store.

Suze is quiet, but it’s clear she was crying her eyes out earlier. She hangs on to her Papa with a fierce fist. Robby’s eyes are bugging out at the sight of the store. “What’s that?” he keeps asking, tugging on Jack’s slacks. Jack himself looks a little the worse for wear, but happy. That kind of tired-happy that they see in each other’s faces every night once the kids are in bed.

“Come on, Rob,” Bitty says, holding out his hands. “Want to see Daddy’s favorite store?”

Robby holds out his hands to be picked up. Bitty obliges, despite the warning creak of his back. He turns to take Robby further into the store and sees Davey standing there, staring them down.

He points. “I know you, too.”

“Ah, here we go,” Bitty says with a laugh.

“Were you in school with us? I don’t think that’s right, but—”

Jack holds out his hand for a shake. “Jack Zimmermann,” he says. “And you are?”

“My old friend Davey,” Bitty fills in. He can’t help but put a pointed emphasis on the friend part.

Davey clasps Jack’s hand but doesn’t seem to want to let go. “You’re Jack Zimmermann? The hockey player?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

Davey pumps Jack’s hand about four more times before finally letting go. “It’s – it’s good to meet you.” He looks at Suze, still curled up in Jack’s other arm. “And these are your kids? Or—” He turns to Bitty, face contorted in confusion. “Are they your kids?”

“Both,” Bitty answers cheerily. “Davey, meet my husband.”

Davey Thompson very nearly has a coronary right there.

~~~

“Hah, you’re just small all over, aren’t you?” Davey says with a pointed glance at Bitty’s crotch.

“You can’t help how you’re born,” Bitty retorts, but he pulls up his boxers right quick.

“Yeah, some people are just born stupid,” Davey agrees. Bitty instantly regrets replying at all.

Kyle whispers something in Davey’s ear. They both laugh.

“You’re right,” Davey says. He turns back to Bitty. “He’s right. They do say things about you.”

Bitty’s heart drops to his stomach. “W-what things?”

“You know! That you’re—” Davey flaps his wrist.

He doesn’t seem to have the nerve to say the word, but he doesn’t have to say it. The others in the locker room laugh.

For not the first time, Bitty is tempted to just ask, “So what if I am?” But he can’t. Not to these people. This isn’t how he wants his coming out to happen. So he just turns away and pulls on his sweatpants, ignoring the rills of laughter that echo against the lockers, and feels small. Small all over.

~~~

Davey recovers from his shock and nods his head rapidly. “Oh, I get it. Uh, congratulations. Uh, Bittle, could I talk to you a sec?”

He has that sheepish look again. Bitty watches as he retreats into one of the side aisles. “Gimme a sec,” he tells Jack, setting Robby down, and follows Davey.

When they're isolated, Davey turns to him sorrowfully. “I, uh—” Davey looks at the floor. “I was pretty mean to you in school.”

It isn’t what Bitty expected, not at all. To be honest, demons in the back of his head aside, this sort of thing doesn’t bother him so much anymore. Why should it? He’s married with two kids and a brand new home. He doesn’t spare a lot of time thinking about the distant past. “Um,” he starts, suddenly terribly embarrassed.

“No, let me—” Davey raises a hand. “Just let me. I said a lot of nasty things to you back then. I’m really sorry about it. I think about it a lot, and I’m just – I’m really sorry.”

There is a piece of Bitty that’s happy, even smug, at hearing this apology. But mostly he just pities Davey at this point. What a thing to carry around your whole life. “We were kids,” Bitty says. “Kids say dumb things. It’s all water under the bridge.”

“Still.” Davey says.

“I can’t say it didn’t hurt me,” Bitty goes on. “But I turned out okay, don’t you think?”

Davey laughs grimly “Yeah, look at you … and look at me.” He shrugs.

“You seem to be doing all right,” Bitty says charitably.

“I’m not an astronaut,” Davey says.

Bitty laughs. “Neither am I. We’re all good.” He pats Davey on the shoulder. A moment passes between them, silent, as they both listen to the sound of the past giving way to a new, kinder present.

After the moment passes, Bitty grins “Come on, I’m going to introduce you to my kids. Do you have kids?”

Davey flushes. “Yeah, I got a teenager. A real smartass. I wonder where he learned it.”

“Pictures!” Bitty declares. “Get that phone out, I demand pictures.”

Davey struggles to pull his phone out of his jeans pocket. This time, he flushes with pride. He narrates the story of each photo as they walk back toward the front.

#i hate writing endings: a novel #check please #omgcp #omgcp fic #omgcp ficlet #zimbits #but more really about bitty himself #stuff tippy wrote

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