#And now I prepare for the terrible duck dick jokes that will come...

[uas-art]

For a heartbeat in early Fandom, I vaguely recall people shipping Shamura and Clauneck.

I could have dreamed it though.

[sunjaesol]

my sweet romantic teenage nights

juke | high school + diner au | title: scenes from an italian restaurant // billy joel

Magenta’s Palace was an artefact from the glorious American Dream; a fluorescent gem wrapped in that 60s architecture and old-fashioned uniforms. It was also the hang-out spot of most LF Arts students, right in the heart of Los Feliz and on most kids’ path.  

Luke used to roll his eyes at the place, thinking it was corny and certainly not the place a punk-rocker like him would go… until he tasted their gnarly waffles. And burgers. And milkshakes. His love for good food trumped his desire for street cred and ended up like the rest of his peers: a regular at MP.

Alex and Reggie never had qualms with it. The former was rather happy Luke got over himself and Reggie was simply pleased to spend more time with his friends. It became tradition to eat there every Friday after school. Sometimes they stayed until the early hours of the night talking, sometimes it was to fuel up before a gig.

Settling in their booth (theirs - Luke has made sure to carve the underside of the table with their names), Luke sighed contently. “Boys, this gig is gonna be fire.”

“I still don’t know how you convinced the guys at Raven’s Nest,” Alex mused, glancing around for a waitress in a candycane-coloured uniform.

Reggie nodded gravely. “Yeah, they’re scary.”

“Used my charm,” he smirked. “Dialled it up like I always do.”

The blonde snorted. “Sure.”

Luke’s face crashed. “Fine. I used our fake’s when he didn’t believe we were eighteen.”

His friends grinned, Alex snapping his fingers. “There it is.”

The chipper Nora glided towards them, slaloming between tables with her notebook. Alex’ remark didn’t bother him, crossing his arms with a shrug. “Does it matter? I got us in. They’re gonna love us. Nay! They’re gonna eat this set up!”

“You better be right - hi, Nora - cause it’s a bar for bikers. Real ass bikers,” Alex replied, shooting Nora a smile.

“Hello, boys,” she greeted, her signature red hair tied in a messy bun. Reg used to have a crush on her when they first visited, until they realised she was twenty-three and in a committed relationship with a guy from USC studying medicine. Yeah, he had no shot. Luke had to console him by buying five chocolate shakes and blasting Elvis Presley in the car.

Despite this, Reggie still had a soft spot for her, smiling kindly at the waitress. “Our usual, please.”

The notebook got tucked in her apron with a bright nod. “Coming right up!”

As Nora swiftly returned behind the glossy bartop, parlaying the order to the kitchen, the entrance opened. The bell above chimed, three girls appearing beneath it.

Oh, shit.

When Luke enrolled into LF Arts as a green fourteen year old, he had planned to only focus on music and nothing else. He’d blaze through his classes and become the best in music and then, with his obsessive nature at a peak, would launch the band into the next stratosphere. That was the plan. Music, music, music. (And food from Magenta’s.)

Fourteen year old Luke wasn’t aware girls like Julie Molina existed though. That changed on the first day. She came to the front of the class, blew everyone away with a Taylor Swift cover and shot a toothy smile when she finished - like it was nothing. Like she didn’t have the voice of the century. (Like she wouldn’t mess with Luke’s plans of becoming the best, damn it!) Though his initial reaction was envy, he quickly realised it was rather a disgruntled crush than actual dismay.

She was cute. Still cute. After every summer break, he expected her to be less pretty so that his nerves could calm down for once. Nope. Julie Molina was pretty as hell.

He has never seen her here on Friday’s. Why now? Why now when they were mentally preparing themselves for a gig that could get them their asses kicked if they didn’t perform well? Luke needed to focus! Not think about where she’d sit and what she’d talk about and what she was going to eat.

His eyes tracked as Julie, Flynn and Kayla were in busy conversation, barely aware of their surroundings. Her head rolled back in a laugh at something Flynn said, eyes shut in glee. Luke flushed red, averting his gaze to the scratched up table. His friends were snickering, Alex muttering a ‘Jesus…’ under his breath.

Luke snapped his arm. “Stop being a dick.”

“Why don’t you just ask her out?”, Reggie pondered, absentmindedly making origami with the thin napkins.

“I think he needs to talk to her first to do that,” Alex teased before Luke could respond, earning another glare.

It wasn’t like he and Julie never spoke. They were seniors, they had multiple classes together and spent many hours cooped in the same music classroom. He was even part of her group project in junior year! They’ve talked! But it never lead to anything, his lingering stares falling for her oblivious profile, her never once looking back at him.

The connection Luke always craved hasn’t been there, though he always felt like they could have that. Musical spirits were alike, right? At least his crush wasn’t as hopeless as Reggie’s on Nora.

The girls chose a booth right next to theirs, Julie in his direct line of sight. Alex was buzzing in his seat from stifled laughter, visibly trying to not turn his head and address them. The guitarist felt like dying, not even the steaming plates of burgers set in front of them enough to lift his mood.

Luke leaned forward, voice a hiss. “I can talk to her. I just… haven’t felt the need to.”

Reggie patted his shoulder sympathetically. “It’s okay, buddy. You don’t have to lie to us.”

Frustration began simmering his skin, the scowl deepening. He wasn’t lying! Maybe a little! He’s been waiting for the right time to approach her, say and do the right thing to sweep her off her feet like the fucking rockstar he was. Had he been preparing his lines since he was fourteen? Also maybe. They were being revised.

Alex often told him he shouldn’t put Julie on a pedestal. That she was just a girl. It made him wonder if he was the only one that first day of high school that felt it. That awestruck whooping in his chest from seeing her curls dance around her almond eyes and hear how each lyric was laced with a passionate smile. Even at fourteen was he aware of how special that was. Julie wasn’t just a girl. She was the coolest girl he’s ever met and he didn’t even know her that well. He couldn’t imagine actually becoming friends with her, uncovering all facets of her personality and not get overwhelmed by her Julie-ness.

Huh. His crush went deeper than he thought. Yikes.

At the end of the day, Luke could admit that he was simply a teenage boy nervous to talk to a girl. ‘Nervous’ was like a curse word to him though, that admission a secret he’d take with him to the grave.

“Eh,” Alex quipped, egging him on. “Luke’s a terrible liar. He doesn’t have to tell us for us to know it’s true.”    

His hands slammed down on the table, words spouting from his lips. “Girls! Can we get your napkin dispenser?!”

Fucking fantastic, Luke.

All three perked up in surprise, Flynn twisting in her booth to curl her nose and tilt her head. “Why?”

“It’s empty,” he bluffed.

Kayla craned her neck and instantly caught Reggie’s handiwork scattered across the table. “No, it’s not.”

Julie sat next to her, blinking in confusion. “Why do you need our napkins?”

Her smooth voice directed right at him caused a thrill up his spine, a grin involuntarily tugging on his lips. “Cause Reggie needs them for his crafts.” Playing along, the bassist lifted a janky frog with a wink. “I’m very dedicated.”

She matched Luke’s smile, amused. It was the most interaction he has had with her in months, the utter euphoria of it all bursting at the seams. Propelled by her smile, he slid out the booth and into Alex’ side, throwing his arms over the seat right next to Flynn’s head. The girl remained deeply unimpressed by him, gaze flicking past his physique. Damn. If he ever wanted to get anywhere with Julie, he had to get in Flynn’s good grazes. Kayla seemed chill though.

“What’s with the frown, Felicity?”, he joked.

Kayla giggled at the mention of Flynn’s actual name, the girl in question rolling her eyes. “All I’m wondering is why you have to bother us about napkins, Lukas.”

“Flynn,” Julie shook her head with an exasperated grin, “maybe wait for your strawberry shake? I think you’re being hangry.”

Her friend loosened up, sinking back in her seat with a playful pout and mumbling a resigned ‘fine.’

Luke took that as his sign to continue. His gaze fell back on Julie, hoping he wouldn’t sound too eager. “You guys come here a lot? I haven’t seen you here on Friday’s.”

“Who’re you asking?”, Julie asked, looking between her and Kayla. Oh, man. Small talk really wasn’t his forte. He couldn’t charm himself out of this one with music jargon or fake IDs.

His smile turned stressed, flailing his hand around. “Uh, all of you.”

“Sure,” Flynn snorted.

Alex slapped a hand on his mouth at her retort, almost in pain of not laughing his ass off. The prize of ‘Worst Friends Ever’ went to Luke’s - for fuck’s sake, couldn’t the drummer at least try and help him out?!

“Just wanted to celebrate Kayla’s good mark on her new song,” Julie continued, wilfully ignoring the other’s behaviour. Slinging an arm around her friend, she shot her a bright smile. “Her bridge was amazing, right?”  

All three boys nodded fervently as Kayla ducked her head bashfully, murmuring a ‘thank you’ and then relieved from all the attention when Nora walked up to them. Luke’s body didn’t twist to sit normally again, too invested in finally speaking to them, finally having that contact, that he didn’t even care if he seemed like a weirdo. Julie and him! Conversing!

“Speaking of music,” he casually uttered when Nora was off again. His signature smirk crawled on his lips. “We’re playing a gig tonight.”

This peaked Flynn’s interest. Perhaps the prospect of food made her more amicable. “Where?”

“Raven’s Nest,” Reggie proudly proclaimed.

Kayla frowned, worried. “Isn’t that the bar with all the bikes outside?”

“Thank you!”, Alex exclaimed with a sigh. “It’s insane!”

“It’s not,” Luke bit back. If Sunset Curve wanted to make it big, they had to play big! Gigs like these would get them on the stages they dreamed of. Soon, it was goodbye, Raven’s Nest and hello, The Orpheum! “Real Californians go there to hear real fucking music.”

To his surprise, Julie hummed in agreement. “My dad says it used to be where the subculture kids hung out before MP got cool.”

“Yes!” His grin was huge now, overflowing with joy. This was enough adrenaline to get him through three gigs at once! His finger pressed into the cracked leather. “Exactly! And we’re gonna slay it. You should come watch!”

The latter blurted out without wanting to, his eyes growing wide in panic as Reggie and Alex stilled in their seats and Flynn peered up at him with laser-focus. Shit. Was he telling on himself? Did she pierce through the charisma that this was just a poor attempt at flirting? God, he really should’ve prepared his speech for impulsive moments like these.

Luke still needed to endure some growing pains before he got good at flirting.

Julie chuckled, a hint of red appearing on her cheekbones. It enthralled him. Was she embarrassed or flattered? “Uh,” she bit her lip, “I don’t know if I can get in. Don’t you have to be eighteen?”

He raised his brow. “C’mon, you don’t have a fake?” At those words, Alex dropped his head on the table with a thud. Luke had enough of his own shit too. ‘Mortified’ didn’t even come close to how he felt about his blabbering mouth.  

Levelling his challenged look, however, he realised he wasn’t lost quite yet. Julie’s eyes glittered with mischief. “I do, actually.”

Breath caught in his throat. Yup. Coolest fucking girl in the universe. Julie Molina had a killer voice and a fake ID and probably did a whole lot of other dope stuff he hadn’t found out yet.

“Julie,” Flynn but in. “It’s a biker bar.”

“Where our classmates are playing,” she argued. “I can always try.”

“You’ll die.”

“I think I’ll be fine. Like Luke said-” No. She could not say his name and expect him to keep his cool. His fingers gripped the conjoined couch tighter. “-everyone’s there for the music.”

A careful smile slowly grew on Kayla. “We can tell your dad you’re with us.”

Flynn gaped at her. “We-?! I- okay.” Lifting her hands in surrender, she added: “Fine, we’ll tell Ray you’re at the movies with us.”

Wait, was Julie turning down a movie night with her friends to see him play? Did that mean something? Has he been so focused on trying to find or create a ‘vibe’ that he forgot to actually look for signs of her own? Damn. Now he really couldn’t screw this set up. Sunset Curve was gonna play until their hands bled, hopefully impressing her just a little bit.

It was settled then. After both groups had eaten, Julie separated from hers and joined them on their trek to Raven’s Nest. She was mostly talking to Reggie behind Alex and Luke, animatedly recounting a story about Carlos nearly crashing his drone in her keyboard. Jitters began to tingle his skin, that building excitement right before a gig mixing with Julie’s presence. It felt like one of his dreams materialised out of thin air.

How many times has he dreamt about catching her eye in the crowd as he crooned love songs he never dared to write? Granted, those dreams were centered in a hazier setting, Raven’s Nest quite unromantic opposed to that, but he would take what he got.

(And after, they’d worm their way through the masses of people, meeting halfway, and she’d sling her arms around his neck and he’d pull her into a kiss and it’d be electric. She’d kiss like she sang. It was a recurring dream that left him in a good mood for hours.)

Without much hesitance, the bouncer let Julie in. Luke, unable to keep his giddiness at bay, squeezed her shoulder as a dazzling beam was glued to his cheeks. Julie got in! Julie was going to see him play!

Raven’s Nest was expectedly filled with bearded, burly men. It reeked of beer and strong liquor, raucous chatter spilling from ever corner. They all probably looked like babies in comparison to these dudes, but he supposed his unfaltering confidence made up for it. Luke would get his boys (and Julie) through this. The stage was already prepared for them, amps and mics set up, Alex’ drums waiting in Reggie’s van behind the establishment.

“I’ve seen you play before, you know,” Julie mumbled beside him.

His heart soared without trying, its rate going a mile a minute as his jaw fell slack. All his nerves intensified till a blush crept on his cheeks. “You- you have?”

Her curious eyes flitted from the people to him, sheepish. “Yeah. At Ecliptica. You guys were good.”

A clammy hand raked the ends of his hair. Holy fucking shit. “You sounded like you never heard us before.”

“I didn’t want to seem like a fangirl, or something.” A secretive smile formed on her lips as she leaned into his side. “You know how school is. Everyone trying to be the best, but then act super casual about it?” Her eyes sparked in the yellow lighting, too close for him to think straight. “I didn’t want it to inflate you guys’ egos.”

Luke sputtered out a disbelieving laugh. “You’re doing it right now, Julie.”

“Then you better kill it,” she teased, nodding at Alex and Reggie hauling the drums onstage from the back door. “I think that’s your cue.”

There were two things he thought of right as he ascended the stage.

One, Julie was fat better at this whole back and forth than he was.

Two, he had to direct at least one song to her from their thirty minute set. Just one. Just so that his feelings might come across. Where words ended, music bled from his soul instead.

And so, the band exploded into what they knew best: burning the fucking house down.

So we’re taking the long way home 'Cause I don’t wanna be wasting my time alone I wanna get lost and drive forever with you Talking 'bout nothing, yeah, whatever, baby So we’re taking the long way home tonight We're taking the long way home

The giggly teenagers ended back in the diner after the incredible gig, shouting from the adrenaline and jostling arms to get points across. Even Julie joined in, much to his delight, tucked between him and the wall as she had a heated debate with an excited Reggie - harmonies versus basslines. Lemonades filled in condensed glasses gave them sticky fingers, hers once pushing his chin away when he told a particularly dumb joke and leaving an imprint. Luke was on fucking cloud nine.    

Taking the upper hand in the debate, Julie sang a bit of one of their songs (“Let's seize the day, let's run away, don't let the colours fade to grey!”) with all the tricks in the book, silencing Reggie just like that. Alex high fived Julie, the bassist admitting she won this time. Deeply relishing the sound of her singing voice, Luke barely caught what she was saying after.

“This time?”, she laughed. “There’s another time?”

“Why not?” Reggie wiggled his brows, unsubtle as hell when he shot Luke a wink. “Diner Friendship Memories Still To Be Made!”

Alex blinked. “What?”

Her eyes tracked past the boys, the smile turning more timid. It settled on Luke, the boy unable and unwilling to look away. He wanted this night to never end. Clasping her lemonade, she nodded firmly, as if signing Reggie’s silly Friendship Contract.

“Yeah… why not.”

Magenta’s Palace became Luke favourite place in the entire world. Every Friday, Julie joined the boys at their booth, sometimes Kayla and Flynn too. Huddled in those red leather seats with mountains of fries, they shared the first slivers of newfound friendship. Luke has always been very cautious about who he let in his circle (Sunset Curve against The World), but six people in a booth felt cosy rather than suffocating. Like it was always to be like this.

Reggie found an equally enthusiastic jazz lover in Kayla. Alex confided with Flynn that he followed her playlists on Spotify and was obsessed with her DJ skills.  

Luke and Julie created their own bubble without trying to.

It was weird. Maybe Alex was right and Luke did put her on a pedestal for so long. Julie was genuinely chill and easy to talk to, probably turned off by him before cause he had been acting like a blubbering idiot. Simply being himself was, surprisingly, more than enough for her. It lit a fire inside of him. Snarky banter about music that challenged him to keep up, overt flirting from him that kept her blushing, sudden ideas about lyrics that threw either for a loop. He wouldn’t admit it at first, but she made him a better songwriter.

Who knew his best songs would be found on stained paper napkins?  

One Friday night, long past midnight, the group stood outside as they bid each other a good weekend. Bathed in the pink glow of the LED lights, Luke felt it in his gut. He had to tell her. These past weeks his feelings had only grown tenfold, this incessant buzz rippling every atom of his body whenever she was close. Whenever she smiled, talked, sang. Stealing his beanie, eating his fries, sharing AirPods. Luke loved it all.  

It was a lot more than a simple crush.  

After Julie hugged Alex, Luke grabbed her into a tight hug. She instantly responded, wrapping her arms around his waist and burrowing herself in his red hoodie. His infatuated smile was hidden by her curls, so fucking happy he’d been impulsive enough to ask for a dispenser that day.

“Hey, Julie,” he whispered.

She looked up, eyes alight with an emotion that left his shivering. “Yeah?”

“Uh…” A smile trembled on his lips, unsure whether he wanted to drown in the pretty brown of her irises or continue talking. Now or never. “You wanna get breakfast tomorrow? With me?”

He didn’t have to live in the fear for long, a smile stretching across her cheeks as she shyly nodded. It was the first time he’d ever seen her this flustered, their hold on each other securing with quiet glee. Had he not been so mesmerised, the awestruck Luke would run a mile from the adrenaline rush.  

“Yeah,” she grinned, nose scrunched. “Sounds fun.”

They found themselves in the same spot the next day, the taste of syrupy pancakes melting with his as he kissed her on the parking lot of Magenta’s Palace. Julie’s lips curled into a smile and Luke figured there was no better feeling in the world then that.

(Yeah, he could get used to this.)

Saturday’s mornings had never been sweeter.  

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@blush-and-books @willexx @bluefirewrites @unsaid-emily @ourstarscollided

[blazedgraysons]

Positions

You’re in love with Grayson, and some days, you just have to let him know it. 

A/N: Everyone thank Miss Ari for inspiring me to write this. This is also inspired by the lovely @punani and her fic “Sweet, St. Catherine” Everyone go give it a read if want to see this fic, but done better. 🤍

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: yeah this is pretty much only smut and Grayson being hot

Sometimes, you're just insatiable.

It wasn't like Grayson was doing anything that attractive.  He was simply being himself, which if you're honest, is more than enough to turn you on sometimes.  His smile is warm when he turns to check on you, noticing you've more than checked out of the current conversation.

It's a game night at a mutual friend's house, something that has become a weekly tradition during quarantine. Usually, you'd be able to hint to him what you want. A slight glance here, a lingering touch on his thigh, a subtle bite of the lip, and Grayson knows it's time to start saying goodbye. But with the two of you placed on opposing teams tonight, his competitiveness is coming through, and he's entirely focused on the game at hand.

The issue is he's close enough, but still too far away from you at this moment. He laughs at whatever joke that you missed and reaches up to stretch, unintentionally flexing as he does so. You bite your lip, watching him, wondering if his friends would mind you letting him blow your back out in the middle of the room.

"You okay? It's your turn." Your friend nudges your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. Grayson sends you a confused look, slightly concerned at how spaced out you seem.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just not really feeling," You look down at the game. "Monopoly?" You were pretty sure you were playing something else, too distracted by your boyfriend to realize what was even going on. You roll the dice and go back to boring holes into Grayson's head, hoping that he'll mentally pick up it's time to go home now.

Unfortunately, as incredible as he is, Grayson can be rather dense sometimes. It takes another 45 minutes until the game finally ends when he does come to check on you.

"You okay, angel? You seem out of it tonight." He sits next to you, leaning into you to whisper into your ear.  

"Yeah. Just not really feeling game night anymore." You sigh longingly. You take this chance to fully appreciate Grayson. He's not even dressed that special, only in his Kids See Ghost sweatshirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. His beards grown in a bit and his signature chain is peeking through. His cologne is warm and expensive, and any chance of you calming down has flown out the window.

While Grayson can be oblivious sometimes, he's perceptive enough to pick up the change of tone and the very slow once-over you give him. You watch as his eyes darken, pupils almost immediately turning his eyes black.

"Yeah?" His voice has dropped an octave, and he's leaning even closer, pulling your legs over his.  At this moment, you thank the universe for your friends being too occupied by another game to notice the intimate moment between the two of you. Any closer, and you would be completely sitting on his lap as he started to trace loose circles on your thigh.

"Yeah," You repeat. "Think I'm ready to go home." He kisses your temple lightly before pulling you up and announcing your departure. You duck your head a little, embarrassed by the way your friends yell and laugh about the obvious reason the two of you are leaving. Grayson, ever the man, just holds his head proud, not even trying to hide how he's half-hard.  His hand is low on your back, and you could kill him at the not-so-subtle wink he throws Ethan on the way out.

"So, that was embarrassing." You grumble once you're finally in the car.

"Please, as if they didn't notice you practically eye-fucking me half the night." Your eyes widen, and you hit him on the arm.

"You saw me! Why didn't you do anything earlier?" Grayson moves his arm to avoid your assault, mumbling something about how he's still driving.

"Angel, it was funny. Besides, it's hot when you get all needy like that." He moves your hand to your leg once you finally stop hitting him, rubbing up and down in hopes to get you to forgive him.

"I hate you." You cross your arms, ignoring the way his hand is slowly moving up your thigh.

"You sure about that?" With that, his hand disappears underneath your dress, immediately zeroing in on your clit and rubbing small circles over your underwear. Your legs open instantly, and already your whining softly.

"Gray." You whimper, want replacing whatever irritation you were feeling. His touch is light, teasing you just enough to want more but not enough for you to really feel anything due to the cotton fabric in the way. "More, please." You plead. Something, anything would be better than the feather-light touches he's currently giving you. Luckily, Grayson's just as needy and slips his hand underneath your waistband.

"God, how are you so wet already." He groans, circling some of your slick before inserting a finger slowly. Two loud thumps are heard as both of you lean your heads back.

"Gray, focus." You remind, jumping when the car swerves considerably to the left. You grip his hand to stop his pumping, and he finally refocuses, righting the car immediately.

He removes his finger, and both of you moan: you from the loss of contact and him from the shiny wetness left on his hand, almost seeming to glow in the moonlight. Your eyes widen, and another wave of arousal floods your center when he takes a long suck, cleaning off everything you left on his hand, eyes never leaving yours.

If it wasn't for the streetlights, you would've missed the way his intense stare darkens even more, and your chest tightens. You slightly whimper, and he takes a sharp inhale.

"Just wait until we get home."

If you thought the want you felt during game night was terrible, being in the car with Grayson was even worse. The air heavy with anticipation of the rest of the night, both of you taking long glances at the other, wanting to have each other then and there. A part of you was surprised that Grayson hadn't just pulled over for car sex. Still, you did pick up how his speed considerably increased and the low curses whenever he was stuck behind a slow driver.

It didn't take long after that, only ten minutes before you were pulling into the driveway. Both of you taking a moment, silently preparing yourself for whatever laid ahead.

"Ladies first," Grayson smirks, coming around to open your car door for you. He pulls you towards him, giving you a deep kiss while simultaneously trying to get you even closer. It's messy and desperate, teeth knocking into each other and tongues frantically colliding. You were almost positive that if you didn't stop this soon, Grayson would just take you on the hood of the car.

"Baby, the door." You suggest, not really in the mood for another complaint from your neighbors. He obliges, sucking hickeys onto your neck while walking you to the door.

It was safe to say you were distracted, more occupied with whatever Grayson was doing with your body than unlocking the door. It only took the third time of you dropping the keys before he chuckles,

"Need some help?" He takes the keys from you and unlocks the door before continuing to make out with you. It's dark, and your grateful for Grayson's sense of direction as he moves you back towards his room, stripping you of your dress along the way. You break the kiss, reaching around to pull off his hoodie, leaving a nice trail of clothes on the way back.

You're both panting heavily when you finally reach his bed, both only in your underwear. He looks down at you for a moment, uncertain of what he wants to do you first. You, however, had your mind made up from the moment that stupid game night began and sink to your knees.

You place an open mouth kiss on the wet spot forming on his briefs, slightly sucking on the tip of his erection. He groans somewhat, letting you indulge for a second. However, once your hands reach for his waistband, he pulls you back up and pushes you back onto the bed.

"What was it I said earlier, ladies first?" He has a shit-eating grin, and you roll your eyes at his childness. He starts to pull your underwear off, blowing soft air onto your clit and watching as you clench around nothing. He leaves soft kisses on your inner thigh, sucking dark bruises while you moan. You place a hand in his hair, hoping to guide him where you need him most.

"God, it's like heaven sent you to me." He whispers before finally diving in, giving your  pussy a sloppy kiss. If you weren't overwhelmed by pleasure, your heart would melt. Forgoing any teasing, Grayson continues to make out with your lower half, desperate to get you to cum and slurping any wetness you leak out for him. He's hopeless for you, snaking one hand up to play with your nipple while the other starts rubbing circles onto your clit.

Already you know you're not going to last long, waves building in your stomach as you feel your orgasm slowly approaching. You start to subconsciously grind your hips into his mouth, moaning louder and louder before he leans back, removing both his hands and his mouth, leaving you to whine as whatever pleasure you were feeling die out. You take a long look at Grayson, almost crying at how wrecked he looks. His mouth is swollen, glistening with your juices, and his hair is sticking up from where you were raking your hands through it. His eyes are dark, and you watch as he slowly stares at the way your ch before looking at the ceiling, palming at his dick.

"Gray?" You ask, a little concerned, and leaning up to reach out for him. He lays a large hand against your stomach to push you back down.

"Just... just give me a second." He grits out, still not making eye contact with you and nostrils flaring. Any other time, you would probably oblige, giving him, however long he needed to calm down in order to continue. However, you've been waiting for hours to cum, and after feeling your orgasm so close, you were sure you would start crying if you didn't cum soon.

So you move a small hand down to your clit, and start circling softly. You begin leaking onto the mattress, wishing it was Grayson touching you instead. You swipe up some more of your wetness, inserting a finger and pumping slowly.

Grayson looks down at you, heart dropping when he sees you fingering yourself.

"Y/N." He says, warningly, not being able to tear his eyes away from you. You add another finger, curling deeper, so you're hitting your g-spot.

"Gray," You mewl, "wish it was you instead." He leans down, moving your legs so he has a better view, and already you feel your orgasm building again.  There was something unbelievably hot about this, watching Grayson watch you get yourself off. You've never thought about this in your deepest fantasies, and yet, you were already addicted to the way his eyes followed your finger's movements.

It only takes a few more pumps of your fingers and a slight pinch of your nipple before your cumming hard, waves of pleasure overwhelming your body. You pant heavily, Grayson stroking your hair as it works through you.  You look up at him, noticing how desperately turned on he looks. From the way his pupils have almost covered his iris to his heavy breathing, you would've thought he came with you if it wasn't for his still solid erection forming a tent in his briefs.

You reach over for his waistband, mouth drooling, and ready to go again with how unbelievably sexy he looks. He understands and pulls down his underwear before standing over you. Your mouth drops slightly. You look up at your boyfriend, even more attracted to how wrecked he looks.

"You're too good to be true." You whisper, always amazed by the sight of your naked boyfriend. He's so pretty like this, tattooed thighs framing his cock. It bobs slightly as he moves up to kiss you, tip red and leaking precum.  You make out briefly before he's leaning back, spitting on your clit.

You moan loudly. "Gray"

"Yeah."

"Fuck me, please. I need to feel you inside me." His breath hitches as you reach down, rubbing a thumb over his tip and spreading his precum across the head. He shudders slightly, leaning down to spit on your pussy again before slowly inserting you.

You both moan, knowing this isn't going to take much time for either of you. Grayson thrusts slowly, rolling his hips into yours, so his pubic bone brushes onto your clit. The pleasure is overwhelming, and you dig your nails into his back, leaving angry indents of crescent moons.  You link your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

"Gray," You whine out. "More, please." Your voice sounds so broken, and that does it for him, snapping his hips into you unrelentingly. Your eyes roll back into your head, not being able to cope with the pleasure his harsh thrusts are giving you.

The coil in your stomach starts to build again, and you clench involuntarily around him, causing his rhythm to stutter.

"Fuck, you're so tight." His voice cracks, and you could've cum then and there. It only takes a slight pinch of your nipple and a few rubs at your clit before your cumming loudly and dragging your nails down his back.

He continues to fuck your through your orgasm, balls tightening at the blissed, fucked out expression on your face.

"Gray, cum in me please. Fill me up" And even though Grayson knew he wasn't going to last much longer, that does it for him. His thrust slow, sloppily cumming inside you before stopping completely.

You're both still, each other's heavy breathing the only sounds in the room. Grayson is the first one to speak,

"I think that's the best sex we've ever had." He reaches over to dap you up, and you snort, rolling your eyes while returning the gesture.

"Love you."

"Love you more." You kiss him softly, knowing your love is forever infinite for him.

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If it inspires you... maybe you could write an established relationship Steve and Bucky where they are completely in sync when it comes to the battle field and the kitchen but there’s one place they are like fumbling idiots. I don’t know where. No hard feelings if this sparks no ideas lol 😂💖💖💖

Oh Kay - this wonderful prompt you gifted me could have gone in so many different directions. And it most definitely inspired me to write something...

But it's neither a clever take on your words or a twisted storyline, therefore I have no apologies and I went the obvious route when filling your idea 😂 (why does my brain always try and get these boys naked?)

So this turned into something a little longer (of course), a little more ridiculous than anticipated, and features some very well intentioned Avengers and two idiots helplessly inept in love...

The fic made it to almost 5.5k and is also on ao3 here (with all tags necessary) if you prefer to read there instead, it'll be part of my stucky bingo fills - 'Sex Magic' and rated E for explicit sexual content 😉 so proceed below with caution...

Oh it's also the first time I've ever tried established relationship... hopefully I've pulled it off!

Steve was happy. 

He finally had a home to call his own, a brilliant team of coworkers, a place in the future and he had Bucky Barnes. After more years than Steve could count, Bucky and he had finally found themselves on the same page - different century, but on even ground. They’d kissed in the heat of the moment after a brutal mission, stated their affections clearly and decided after a breathless confession - to give forever a go.

Having been on the battlefield together for years, Bucky at his six and always there for Steve when he needed, and Steve, having had Bucky’s back no matter the situation (or trouble it got him into) - meant they had a solid base to grow from. And as soon as Sam took over the mantle of Cap, Steve was free to be himself for once, and although Nomad made appearances on the odd occasion, he and Bucky still fought flawlessly together, seamlessly, almost at one in their movements.

It was magical.

But not only were they in sync when under pressure and danger, that same energy continued into their modest but homely kitchen in their brownstone as they unlearned that boiling was the only way to prepare food. They wove around each other, hot pans and knives flashing in a dance as intricate as fighting while they spun about the kitchen, preparing dish after dish, including sweet treats for themselves and cat treats for Alpine.

Bucky and Steve were essentially one unit, an extension of the other in every aspect of their lives - except one…

They’d shared their first kiss, a declaration of intent less than a month earlier on the battlefield in the midst of chaos, and Steve had never felt sweeter lips against his. But it wasn't just the kiss that floored him, it was the all-consuming knowledge that Bucky was his, would always be his, that they were made for each other - that's what made it a perfect moment.

Afterwards, when they'd arrived home tired from the week-long operation, 'congratulations' and 'about times' ringing in their ears, they sat on the sofa staring at the other until Steve leant in, cupping Bucky’s cheek and slowly pressed forward. Bucky having the same idea, lurched up and they smacked heads hard enough to see stars. Chuckling with small smiles, they tried again, with Steve accidentally biting Bucky's tongue, and the third was a kiss so awkward and sloppy, it made Steve feel like a thirteen year old practising on the back of his hand again.

Steve wasn’t sure how he'd got it so wrong.

Bucky had laughed it off at the time, asking Steve if he wanted to watch TV, and with nothing left to do, he agreed. For two overly large war-torn men, they fit wonderfully; wrapping limbs around the other, holding tight like they'd never let go again. It was soothing, comfortable - right. And as Steve pressed soft lips to the crown of Bucky's hair while a documentary played in the background, he wondered why their attempt at kissing when alone, without an audience hadn’t worked.

Steve could only put it down to nerves.

Bucky was his best friend after all, he was the only one who remembered and knew Steve, knew everything about him in fact, there were no secrets - except for the almost one hundred year pining between them. The awkwardness had to be because of a change in dynamics, they were now more, they wanted more, and were so nervous and scared to adapt to something new, it had become an issue of self-confidence.

It would get better.

It had to.

The next morning when Bucky left for a briefing, he placed a kiss on the corner of Steve’s mouth, and when Steve jerked his head to the side to capture Bucky's lips, he somehow managed to press his teeth into the soft pink flesh, tasting blood. Bucky pulled back with a huff of laughter and licked his lips to capture the red stain before leaving with a wink and a goodbye. Steve flushed red, the heat on his cheeks burning enough that he jumped up and organised an impromptu run with Sam to escape the memory. The whole time Steve lamented to a cackling Sam, that he'd somehow forgotten how to kiss.

Sam was a dick.

It had officially been three weeks, three full weeks of 'dating' and even though their actual dates were wonderful, full of laughter and fun and exploration, it was when they crawled into bed next to the other that suddenly every kiss, every touch was fraught with danger and peril. And maybe it was because they were both supersoldiers, both familiar and unfamiliar with some of their strengths, they'd overlooked they were still prone to the usual calamities that befell non-serumed folk, they just bounced back quicker.

So when Bucky ground down hard enough it bent Steve's dick practically in two - well, it wasn't pleasant, and took over an hour for the tears to stop streaming, all while he yelled to a panicked Bucky there was no way he was calling Dr Cho over it and that it would heal.

It healed, but Steve winced each time he went to the bathroom for the following two days.

The love bite Steve sucked into Bucky's upper thigh on the way to taste his gorgeous dick for the first time, erupted into a blood blister almost immediately and Bucky instinctually jerked away, kneeing Steve in the temple.

He only saw stars for two minutes, but the mood died in a flurry of apologies while the mark on Bucky's skin disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

By Steve's count, they'd tried a total of ten times to initiate sex, to make each other feel good, and every single time something had happened to thwart their attempts.

Steve wondered if the universe was trying to tell them they were not supposed to get physical. That they were destined to be best friends without any benefits.

But Steve wouldn't give up without a fight.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“You can stop laughing now,” Steve said with a sigh, taking a sip of his espresso while trying to ignore the spluttering of his other best friend.

“Oh I know, but I can’t. You kicked Bucky in the hip so hard it somehow threw his body out of alignment and he was walking with a limp for two days. And not the type of limp you want.” Sam was practically heaving in mirth by that stage.

“Why did I come to you for advice? I'm leaving.”

"No, no don't. I'm glad you came to me. But Barnes? I understand your reaction because I'd kick him so he couldn’t walk for days too - but obviously under different circumstances,” Sam added when Steve scowled at his words.

"I don't get it though," Steve complained with an exaggerated shrug. "We sync so well everywhere else. Christ, we even snuggle in such a natural way, that neither of us have had a real nightmare in a month. We are more than ready for the next step. Sam, you have no idea how much we want to take it - but the minute we try to get… intimate - it falls flat."

Sam took a long sip of his iced coffee, thick cream bobbing over the surface as he tilted the glass up. Steve winced at how sweet it had to taste, but he said nothing, remained quiet, knowing that Sam would have some advice at least.

"Maybe it's the way you say intimate? I'm joking, jeez Steve, don't give me your disappointed face. Look, I think you should set the mood, you know - music, candlelight, silk sheets and no distractions. Maybe some aromatic oils too, do the whole, 'I think you're sexy and I want you' gesture - make it obvious you find him desirable.”

“Aromatic oils?”

Sam smirked and waggled his eyebrows, “for a special massage of course.”

Steve flushed at the thought of having Bucky’s naked skin and hardened muscles under his hands, sliding and slipping as he loosened him up, ready to make Bucky fall apart, make him languid and hazy with want. Sam coughed and Steve realised he was letting his imagination run too wild, especially in front of company.

“You know what? I think I chose wisely for my replacement.” Steve grinned as Sam ducked his head, a pleased look gracing his features. “Thanks, Sam. I’m sure it’s a timing thing, we just need to make it sexy.”

Sam clapped his back, and with a wide toothy grin and a wink, said in a low deep voice, “you’re an overachiever Steve - you’ve got this.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Steve in fact, did not have it.

Maybe his first mistake was to massage Bucky on the sofa, not in their bed. He used too much oil and when Steve raised himself up, eager to flip Bucky over and finally take his hard dick in hand, the vinyl fabric in conjunction with Bucky’s skin was soaked and slippery. Steve found himself sliding and flailing uncontrollably, right off the sofa to smack his face into the coffee table, the mood disappearing in a peal of Bucky’s laughter. Steve couldn't even blame him, it would have looked a sight.  

After a long hot shower where Steve contemplated his choice in friends and their terrible advice, Bucky and he sat on a freshly cleaned sofa and watched Animal Planet while eating Thai. They ended up cuddling under Bucky's weighted blanket, falling asleep entwined, and just before Steve blacked out, he wondered if maybe Sam wasn’t the right choice for Cap after all. His plan stunk.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“You do know I’m not that kind of Doctor, right?” Bruce reiterated for the third time, and Steve shrugged in response.

“I know. But at this stage it’s worth a shot. So Doc, any advice for me?”

Bruce sat back on the lone stool in his lab, hand cupping his chin as he thought. At least Bruce appeared to be more contemplative than Sam had been. “Have you tried to romance him? Take Bucky out for a nice dinner, partake in some Asgardian wine to loosen things up, before dancing, showing him that you're a gentleman - prove to Bucky how special he is to you. In my limited experience, the rest will flow from there with no problems.”

Steve nodded along as Bruce spoke, holding Bucky against his body as they danced across the floor wouldn’t be too different from fighting together, and they were in perfect harmony while out in the field. Bruce’s idea made perfect sense to Steve, had more of a familiar feel from Bucky and his early life, before the war than what Sam’s had. Sam's suggestion centered on the physical between Steve and Bucky, whereas Bruce was suggesting something subtle, emotional.

“You know what Bruce? Thank you, I think it might just work.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

It did not work. 

Halfway through their fifth dance as their bodies started to meld together, barely moving on the dancefloor, holding each other's gaze as they whispered words of desire to each, Steve leant forward, their lips barely touching. And as Steve took in a breath, feeling Bucky’s returning exhale on his lips, the back wall blew out in an explosion, Bucky headbutting Steve in surprise, and suddenly they had Hydra operatives swarming them. Steve, as he took out three hostiles with his shield, wondered if he should talk to Dr Cho about the effects of concussion and if he could suffer them, due to his head seemingly taking the brunt of recent mishaps. 

Bucky and Steve fell into tandem together, their natural ability to fight kicking in, keeping the other safe. It was much more natural than dancing and Steve sighed, knowing romantic nights out might not be the right course of action for them. 

It took three days of intense fighting to take down the Hydra faction, and afterwards they were both too tired to speak more than a sentence, and fell into a deep sleep curled around the other immediately. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Steve ignored Tony's unsolicited advice to take Bucky to a ski chalet and teach him how to toboggan, knowing freezing conditions and a small metal tube wouldn't be the best way to loosen them both up to get frisky. Plus Steve was still trying to work out how Tony even knew Steve had asked other people for advice about sex? Maybe JARVIS was spying again, though the AI had promised Steve he wouldn't.

But what was worse, was Peter Parker, at barely even twenty years of age coming to Steve, red faced and stammering, saying that he thought Steve should take Bucky to laser tag and the arcade to have some old fashioned fun. 

Steve at that point was at his wits end, so he tried Peter's plan. When Steve was confronted with all the bright, colourful and confusing machines, he almost gave up. Actual 'old-fashioned' and Peter's idea of it, were poles apart. Though, Steve found he was really good at Tetris and Bucky excelled at zombie shooting games. But it was when playing laser tag it all fell over, Bucky and Steve getting too competitive, and a tad physical, which ended up with them being kicked out and banned, after having to apologise to a bunch of wide-eyed yet excited fifteen year olds. 

Bucky's exclamations that there wasn't that much blood, fell on the deaf ears of the twenty year old manager who reprimanded them, saying that at their age they should know better.

It did not induce a night of passion afterwards. Although, Bucky purchased a console online and a bunch of zombie games that evening, including a bundle that included Tetris, so it wasn't a complete bust.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“So basically what you’re saying is that nothing has worked? You’ve been tiptoeing around each other for what? Almost two months now?” At Steve’s nod, Nat grinned, crouching down and did a handspring, legs wrapping around his neck, pulling him to the floor. “The way you are with each other, I honestly would have guessed you’d been screwing for years. If I didn't know you better.”

“That’s not helpful. I’m serious. We have a real issue.” Steve looked up from his twisted position directly into her green eyes and sighed, she loosened her legs and Steve ran a hand over his face and stayed on the ground. “What if we’re just not meant to be?”

Nat’s expression softened as much as it ever did, meaning her left eyebrow turned down for less than a second before reasserting itself into a perfectly sardonic position.

“Okay, my advice for what it’s worth, and just note that I’m extremely offended that you didn’t come to me first, I mean Sam - come on. But let it happen naturally, organically. Just like it took you a hundred years to own up to your feelings, wait until it feels right to have sex.”

Steve groaned, and stood up, “I’m not waiting another hundred years, Nat.”

“Jesus, Rogers. Fine. Go see Wanda then.”

“Wanda?”

“Use that big brain of yours, not the small one. She’s a witch, I’m sure she can help you out.”

Steve knew the surprise on his face wasn’t feigned. He’d not actually thought Wanda could do spells or the like, but the more he thought about Nat’s words, the more it appealed. Could some magical interference help them?

“Thanks, Nat - I’ll definitely think about it.”

In the space of him finishing his words and a smile forming - Steve was on his back again, Nat’s thighs wrapped around his neck as she squeezed with intent.

“You’ll see that I was right.”

~*~*~*~*~

That night when Steve tried to let things happen naturally, organically as Nat had suggested, Steve slid a hand up Bucky’s side, light as a feather, only for Bucky to squirm in laughter and throw his head backwards, smashing into Steve’s poor battered nose - which broke. It healed within seconds, but blood spurted out in a gush, coating the back of Bucky’s hair and neck. It took an hour to clean up.

~*~*~*~*~

He went and saw Wanda the next day.

~*~*~*~*~

“Well, I’m one lucky girl, first a visit and latte from James this morning and now you this afternoon with a pastry.” Wanda took a bite of the flaky dessert, one Steve knew was her favourite. “Alright Steve what can I do for you today?”

Steve’s immediate reaction was to ask why Bucky had been there, but knew that the two of them had a strong connection, Wanda helping Bucky through some of the residual trauma with her powers, and then their fast bond over Alpine - Bucky’s terror of a stray cat that took up residence in their apartment. Or took over would be more apt.

“I… err, I need your help with something... delicate.”

Wanda gave Steve the smallest smile, a knowing look in her eyes and Steve lost his train of thought for a moment, not sure he really needed another Avenger to know about his intimacy issue with Bucky. He almost chickened out, but Wanda leaned forward and grasped his forearm.

“It’s okay, Steve - you can tell me, ask me anything.”

Sighing heavily, Steve steeled himself, he was out of options.

“Alright -” Steve laid out plainly what had been happening, the awkwardness, the injuries, the sheer unluckiness they’d suffered each time they’d attempted to move their relationship forwards physically.

“And you came to me for...?”

“Help, I guess,” Steve said and looked at Wanda pleadingly, “Can you? I mean, with a potion or a spell or something of the like?”

Wanda slumped back in her chair, mouth opening to speak, but nothing came out, she remained silent. After a minute, she swallowed audibly then looked up at the roof, and if Steve didn’t know better, he would have thought she was rolling her eyes at him. Yet he knew that wouldn’t be the case, Wanda was polite to him, always had been, they were a team. Friends. Only Nat would take those liberties with him.

“Alright,” Wanda finally spoke and stood up, walking over to her kitchen cupboards, pulling out jars and bottles holding different liquids. And before Steve knew it, he was holding a small glass vial filled with a substance that smelt like vodka, but had rosemary and a slice of orange and a few other items bobbing around inside.

“What’s this?”

“Well you asked for a potion, didn’t you?”

“Really? I actually didn’t think you’d -”

“- Do you want the sex magic or not?”

Steve grasped the tiny bottle in his hand, careful not to crush it in his huge meaty hands.

“I do,” he said quickly and stood, pulling her into a warm hug, which she returned readily.

“Just take half an hour before you want to… well, you know.”

“Thanks, Wanda, you were my last hope.”

And as he walked out  the room, Wanda called out after him, “you’ll be fine Steve. I know this will work for you.”

~*~*~*~*~

It worked. 

Bucky was on his knees, mouth wrapped around Steve’s thick dick, swallowing and licking like his life depended on it. And Steve, well, he couldn’t articulate, could only stare down into those familiar grey-blue eyes that gazed at Steve like he was a conquering god, stare at the way saliva dripped down Bucky’s chin as he drew in as much of Steve’s hardness as possible, Bucky’s plush lips stretched taut until they’d lost most of their colour.

It was the most glorious sight of Steve’s entire life.

He didn’t want to think about Wanda in that moment, but he was eternally grateful to her. Bucky had disappeared into the bathroom about half an hour earlier - leaving enough time for Steve to drink the potion in one go, and before he knew it, almost half an hour to the dot, they launched at the other. For once there were no injuries, awkwardness, or pain - just hungry kisses, curious hands and moaning. A lot of moaning and grinding.

Then Bucky dropped to his knees, yanking impatiently at Steve’s pants until they all but ripped off, and sucked him down in the same breath.

Throwing his head back, Steve looked to the ceiling, fingers tangled in Bucky’s hair as Bucky hummed and gasped around his dick, sucking loudly, slurping and choking at times. But Steve couldn’t keep his eyes away for long. Bucky was too compelling, too perfect.

“God, you have no idea how you look right now do you, on your knees, mouth full of me?” Steve husked and involuntarily pumped his hips a few times. Bucky’s eyelids fluttered shut as he listened to Steve’s words, not complaining about the added pressure. “Born to take me, weren't you, Doll?”

Bucky practically squirmed on the spot, moaning and whimpering and Steve realised through the haze and bliss of what Bucky’s clever tongue was doing to him, that Bucky clearly had a thing for pet names.

“Do you want this large dick inside of you sweetheart? Do you want to sit on it? Take it deep into your body, let you take control and ride me until you come?” Steve should have been taken aback by his words, about where his filthy mind was taking them. But he was running his mouth, not thinking, letting what felt good flow off his tongue. And Bucky - he loved it.

Popping his mouth off the end of Steve’s dick, tongue immediately lathing up and down the shaft so as to always have a point of contact, he moaned loudly, wantonly. “God yes, Stevie - want you to fill me up, stretch me, want to feel you for days after, I want you to own me…”

Steve growled possessively, his fingers tightening in Bucky’s hair, pulling back so Bucky was jerked away from his dick, Bucky whining at the loss. Oh christ - that jar of sex magic needed to be marketed - it was phenominal. Steve had never felt so in control of a situation, so ready for anything, not scared, just willing to make Bucky feel good. “I want that too, baby, want everyone to know you’re mine.”

Yanking Bucky upwards, Steve devoured his mouth in a kiss, completely surprised that the potion had worked so well. Not only were they finally on the same page, they were doing it with no shame, telling each other exactly what they wanted and when, pleasuring with sensations and not overthinking, and the teasing - it was natural, it felt right. And Steve knew he was forever in Wanda's debt for the gift of her magic.

“I want to watch you prepare yourself, gorgeous. Want to see your fingers sliding in and out of your tight hole - a hole I’m going to own from tonight onwards.”

“Jesus, Steve, you’re killin’ me here.”

“Not quite yet, I’m not. Give me an hour and we’ll circle back to that.”

“Don’t speak to me like a rookie learning the ropes.” Bucky grumbled.

Steve smiled, “But aren't you?”

“Jerk.”

“Punk.”

Steve swallowed the rest of his retort when Bucky stripped naked to crawl up on their bed, spinning around to lay amongst the pillows, spreading his legs wide like he couldn’t wait to be railed. And Steve was unable to tear his gaze away from Bucky’s hole, his gorgeous and perfect entrance, one that would be puffy and leaking before the night was out - the superficial damage caused by Steve and no one else. A tight sensation welled in Steve’s gut, lurching when Bucky grabbed the lube, pouring liberally before starting to finger himself.

That was the point where Steve knew he'd made a grave mistake.

He wasn’t going to be able to watch Bucky open himself up, Steve was too wound up, too impatient and also too much of a control freak. He needed to ensure Bucky did a good enough job, knowing his girth alone was more than most people were used to. So when Bucky was two fingers in, sweat beading, eyes never leaving Steve’s face, Steve jerked forward and climbed up on the bed, positioning himself between Bucky’s legs. He lubed up his fingers to test the tightness himself, Bucky’s eyes opening in shock at the probing.

“Steve…” he stammered, “What are you doing?”

“Helping.”

Bucky sighed out a breath, relaxing into the intrusion as Steve pressed a finger in next to Bucky’s, and Steve shut his eyes, groaning; Bucky was so tight and hot, perfectly wrapped around Steve’s finger. Steve knew he was going to lose himself in Bucky’s body, was going to transcend, never be the same again and he couldn’t wait.

Steve ensured Bucky was a writhing panting mess before he even contemplated sliding into his tight heat. No matter how much Bucky asked for it, no matter the pleading, the begging (of which Bucky did so prettily, especially with the beginnings of frustrated tears in his eyes), Steve wanted their first time to be free of pain and injury, and by god was he going to deliver.

When he deemed Bucky ready, who pouted back to declare he was, hours ago, it only confirmed a surly Bucky was absolutely gorgeous to Steve, and Steve pulled him down the bed, spreading Bucky’s legs wide. Bucky sank back, allowing himself to be positioned, holding Steve’s gaze hotly as Steve pressed the tip of his dick against the loosened muscle of Bucky’s ass.

The first testing push felt like Steve was going to split Bucky in two - there was no way he would fit. But Bucky grabbed Steve violently by the back of the head, holding him tight in his superhuman strength.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop - not now.”

“Alright, sweetheart,” Steve said placating, “just don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t.” Bucky replied adamantly, and Steve still wasn’t sure until Bucky husked out, “Trust me.”

And Steve did. He trusted Bucky more than anyone else in the world, the universe, and so he continued to press past the tight muscle and...

Oh.

Oh fuck.

He wasn’t expecting Bucky to feel so good, so tight, so perfect. Steve kept pushing, further and further, almost endlessly until he had to pull out an inch to gain more leverage, and the whole time he did this, the whole time he tested and pressed forward again, Steve watched Bucky’s face, looking for signs of discomfort. He saw none.

Bucky was slack-jawed as he stared into Steve’s eyes in a completely blissful state, and pride welled up inside of Steve, he was making Bucky look like that, giving Bucky what he wanted, desired. Steve and no one else.

It was both heady and compelling.

When Steve could push no further and was fully seated within Bucky’s body, he took a breath, then another, and although his instinct was telling him to thrust, take, pound, he didn’t. He’d promised Bucky something.

Grabbing Bucky’s waist, he spun them quickly; Bucky yelping suddenly at the change in position, and looking a little dazed, he ended up straddling Steve, thighs stretched taut over Steve’s large frame.

“Ride me baby.” Steve said simply, and Bucky melted, falling forward to kiss Steve’s lips passionately. Steve held Bucky close as a tongue snaked into his mouth, lips frantic and hot on his, so Steve jerked up into Bucky’s body, reminding Bucky of what he was supposed to be doing, earning him a gasp directly into his mouth.

Sitting up, Bucky pressed his hands against Steve’s stomach for leverage, and tested his breadth of movement, wiggling side to side before he started to move in earnest. Soon Bucky was bouncing on Steve, pulling up and slamming down, taking the pleasure he wanted for himself, and Steve, he lay back and watched the love of his life take every inch he could, and adored it.

After a while, sweat started to pour down Bucky’s temples, his eyes squeezed shut tightly in concentration as he speared himself again and again on Steve’s hardness, wringing pleasure out of every pore, and Steve knew Bucky was close - could tell by the shortening breaths. Licking his palm, Steve reached forward to grip Bucky’s gorgeously rigid dick as it bobbed freely before him, mesmerizing in its movements.

Bucky snapped his eyes open, capturing Steve in his intense gaze, a pleading spark in them, and what Bucky was asking for, Steve wasn’t sure - so he grasped harder and began to stroke. He was methodical, brutal, unrelatening and soon Bucky was clenching around him as come erupted from his dick, coating Steve’s stomach in sticky stripes, and Steve was desperate to taste. So he did. 

Trailing a finger through the mess while Bucky caught his breath, Steve relished Bucky holding him deep within his body, clenching and twitching around him as Steve slid one wet and come soaked finger between his lips, moaning at the unique and tangy taste. It was pure Bucky. His essence, and Steve was addicted already.

“Oh Buck, I’m going to suck you so good one day. You’re the sweetest thing, aren’t you?”

Bucky nodded his head in return, sated and hazy, his breathing returning to some semblance of control, and with a refractory period only superserum enhanced soldiers experienced, Bucky’s dick started to fill again, not quickly, but enough Steve knew from experience that the sensitivity would have abated enough to touch - to continue.

“My turn,” Steve growled, spinning them back over, crushing Bucky into the bed under his weight.

Steve didn’t wait for a response, just immediately pounded hard into Bucky’s limp, open and languid body. And at odds with the rest of his self, Bucky’s dick hardened against Steve’s stomach with every stroke, but Steve had become lost in the sensations, in how good it felt to be encased in Bucky’s heat, his warmth, of finally being closer than ever before for the first time and he couldn’t think straight.

Grabbing Bucky’s chin in one hand, Steve pressed their mouths together, panting into Bucky’s as he whispered words of love tempered with a stream of filth that had Bucky’s eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Thrusting harder again and putting all his strength behind it, able to without hurting Bucky, Steve went into a frenzy as Bucky writhed and moaned underneath him, nonsense words falling from his throat. Steve held on as long as he could, but it was too much, had taken too long to finally be inside of Bucky, and with a litany of ‘oh god’s’ Steve came deep inside of his lover, his friend, his forever and basked in the moment, knowing it was all thanks to a little potion bottle. 

As he caught his breath, inhaling Bucky’s scent, smiling down and kissing his lips reverently, Bucky looked up at him grey-blue eyes full of wonder and happiness.

Their smiles couldn’t be any larger.

Maybe magic wasn’t so bad after all.

~*~*~*~*~

“Judging by the way they couldn’t keep their hands off each other this morning at the team breakfast, I assume you gave Steve and Bucky some help and advice?” Nat asked Wanda as they sat in a wine bar downtown that night on their weekly catch up.

Wanda smirked, holding her glass up in a cheers to Nat. “Yep, Bucky came to me yesterday morning and Steve in the afternoon. Both seeking the exact same help.”

“And did your ‘sex magic’ work?”

“Of course it did - I used my best Vodka.” Wanda affronted that Nat would even question her, knowing the redhead was really teasing.

“What about the spell you used?”

“Well, I wriggled my nose for theatrics, added a sprig of dried rosemary that was stuck to the back of my fridge, and made my hand glow for a second. Some of my finest acting work I think.”

“Those boys just needed some inner confidence - I knew it would work.”

“Of course you did.”

“Damn straight. Tequila shots here please!”’ Nat yelled to the barman who looked way too eager to assist, even though the bar was packed. Nat left a hefty tip when their drinks landed before them less than a minute later, and picking up the glasses she handed one to Wanda. Wanda knew she was going to regret their night the next day. 

Clinking their glasses, Nat declared, “to sex magic and dumb idiots in love.”

“And to us for being excellent enablers and smarter than the lot of them.”

“I couldn't agree more.”

Wanda woke up the next morning wishing she could infuse potions, if she was able to, then her headache might not be so epic. She hid under the covers for the rest of the day. 

Romanoff was a bad influence.

[jaefluenza]

Make It Up | L.Taeyong

Genre: single parent!au, suggestive content, fluff with a little bit of angst

Pairing: CEO!Taeyong x Secretary!reader

Word count: 11,2k words

Summary: Spending a lot of time with your boss’ daughter was probably a bad decision for you. Before you even realize that you dipped your feet in the water, your body was already drowning. Will you able to escape the maze between your feelings and professionalism?

singledad!ty is a dream periodt

“Do you want me to bring you coffee, sir?” You asked him calmly. During an intense meeting like this, no one could approach him just to offer him a drink, except you.

“Yes, please. Oh, and this meeting will not be finished until we solve the problem. So, I want you to pick taehee up from her daycare.” He ordered.

“Yes, sir.” You bow politely to your boss before proceeding to leave the room. You sneak a glance at Johnny on your way out, cringing along with him as you cheer on him and the rest of the team with your body language.

You work in a game development company as the main secretary of the CEO, Lee Taeyong. The company stocks were expected to be increased by the end of the month. But someone decided to be a dick and spread some false rumors about one of the game made by the developing team. So the stockholders were complaining against the CEO and now he’s as angry as a hungry lion.

The sound of your heels clicking could be heard all over the hall. You walk at a fast pace in your pencil skirt to the parking lot. Mr. Lee never trusts his daughter to anyone except you, not even his personal driver. You don’t understand why you’re the only woman he could trust his daughter to, even though he has a girlfriend. You spend a lot of time with Lee Taehee, the true heir of your company, more than your family.

You smiled in satisfaction when you reach the luxury daycare. You lock your boss’ car as you walk into the huge lobby. You greeted the receptionist, smiling politely. “Hello, ms. Y/n. I’ll bring Lee Taehee for you.” The woman greeted you back before calling the teacher from the toddler’s class to bring Taehee.

A minute later, a joyful kid runs towards you. You smile and squat down to welcome her in a hug. “Our beautiful Taehee!” You greeted. “Hi, Y/n!” She inhaled your sweet scent before pulling away. “Where’s daddy?” She asked.

“Well, daddy’s got a meeting and he couldn’t pick you up. He said sorry though,” You explained.

You can feel your heart melted when she pouts, “Uh, did he told you to buy me ice cream though?”

You laughed as you took her arms and bow politely to the staff before walking her out to the car. “Of course, let’s go get ice cream!” 

After helping her to put on the seat belts, you start the engine and goes to the little princess’ favorite ice cream parlor. 

���Actually, daddy promised to take me and kkoma to the pet park. But I don’t think he’s available tonight.” The little girl pouts. You always feel sad for Taehee. With her dad always got drown in work, she plays alone most of the time. Taeyong never hires a nanny or a babysitter into the big penthouse because he could never trust any stranger to be in the house. You’ve been working for almost two years that he could finally trust his daughter to you. 

“It’s okay. I can play with you. You’re gonna show me the book you bought last week, right?” You comforted her before you wipe some ice cream leftovers around her lips. Taehee’s eyes lit in happiness after knowing she’ll have someone to play with tonight. “Really? Yeah, let’s play with the new toys daddy bought me yesterday, too!”

Your phone rings continuously as you unlock the big penthouse in the middle of the frenetic Seoul city. You told Taehee to go into her bedroom while you answer the call. “Good evening, Mr. Lee. What can I help you?”

“You forgot to hand me the rest of the schedule. Well, what am I supposed to do tomorrow? No meetings, right?” He chuckled. You feel relieved when you heard his relaxed tone as an indication that he’s no longer angry like he has been since this morning. “Oh, yeah, I’m very sorry, sir. Well, you got no more team meetings tomorrow. You only need to meet some of our directorates and that’s all.” 

You heard Taeyong groans over the phone, “Urgh, those old men again, huh?” You chuckled before you reply, “Actually, you missed a very very important schedule for tonight, boss.”

He furrowed his eyebrow upon hearing your words. “What- Oh shit. Yeah, my god, I’m a terrible dad. Yeah, please tell her I’m sorry and I promise I will take her tomorrow evening.”

You smiled before you reply with a nod, “Already did that.”

“And please be with her for tonight, I will stay in Jennie’s apartment. I need some kind of stress relief.” Taeyong said nonchalantly. You frown because you know he can’t see you. “Alright, good night, boss.”

You sigh, feeling terribly sad for Taehee. For you, Taeyong’s girlfriend is being really selfish. She never wants to stay at the penthouse because she can’t do chores or cook. She barely voluntarily spends any time with Taehee, and she bluntly told Taeyong that she doesn’t really like kids. You can’t believe that your boss chose that kind of girl to be his future second wife but then again, it’s none of your business.

“Y/n? Are you finished with the call? I’m shivering..” Taehee called from her bathroom. You mentally facepalmed yourself as you rushed into her bathroom. “I’m sorry! I’ll bring your squishy ducks!”

“Taehee, I’m staying with you tonight. Daddy said he won’t be able to go home tonight. He said he’s really sorry that he couldn’t take you and kkoma to the pet park and that he promised he will bring you tomorrow evening.”

Taehee sighs, “Another promise... It’s okay, as long as you’re here, I’ll be fine.” You feel a motherly happy feeling when she said that and something inside of you melted from the warmth feeling. “That’s my pretty girl. Come on, show me what daddy bought you yesterday.”

You open your eyes slowly at the ray of the morning sunshine. You look back at Taehee who’s still sleeping soundly in your arms. You gently untangled her hands away from you before pulling up the blanket to cover her more. You get out of bed to prepare breakfast until you stop in your track because of a picture on Taehee’s little study desk. 

You recognize your boss’ writing under the picture: “Mommy.” You look longer at the picture, noticing how much resemblance this woman has with Taehee. “She has her nose and lips.” You mumbled. In a brief time, you remembered what Taehee told you about her mother.

“Daddy told me that mommy has gone to heaven. I never got to see her face, but this is the only picture I got from grandma. She said mommy died when she delivered me into this world. I don’t even know what that means.”

You glance back at the sleeping toddler, feeling sorry for her to not having a mom at such a young age. Your boss never tells you anything about his private life but spending a lot of time with his daughter makes you know everything because you know how little kids don’t lie, right?

You put the picture back on the study desk before leaving the bedroom to cook breakfast. You remember Taehee wanting to eat some soup yesterday so you decided to cook a chicken soup for her and also you. You were chopping some onions when you heard the door getting unlocked. You furrowed your eyebrow at how he got home early in the morning.

“Good morning, boss. Did you have breakfast?” You greeted him as he lets himself fall on the couch in the living room. “Hey, and nope. Give me a bowl of whatever of that thing you just cook, please.” 

You simply nod even though you badly want to ask him why he didn’t have breakfast at her home but you know exactly what the answer is. “Why don’t you go to her room, sir? She’s still sleeping, I guess.” You suggested. Taeyong nods in agreement before walking wearily to his daughter’s room.

Taeyong crept into the cute kiddy room before jumping down on the bed to wake his little monster up. “Good morning, my princess. It’s time to wake up!” He coos as he cuddles into taehee’s little arms. “Hm,” Taehee groans cutely at his dad who bothers her in her sleep before opening her eyes slowly, “Hi, daddy.”

Taeyong showered the smaller one with kisses, smiling at how she reacts cutely to the kisses. “Where’s Y/n? Did she went home?” Taehee asked before wriggling out of her dad’s arms. “No, she’s cooking. Let’s bath you up before we have breakfast.”

You finished cooking the soup at the same time when your boss has his daughter in his arms, walking together to the kitchen with growling stomachs. “Wow, chicken soup! Thanks, Y/n! you’re the best!” Taehee claps her little hands when she saw the meals you put on her high chair. You nod happily as you see Taeyong digging his food already. “At this point, I may be applicable to be your housemaid, boss.” You smile teasingly. He laughs it off, “Don’t worry, I’ll raise your salary.” He smirked. Oh, that goddamn smirk, you thought. 

“No, sir. I’m just joking.” You laugh along with him, before taehee speaks up nonchalantly. “I think, at this point, you may be applicable to be my mom.” She copied your word while chewing on the chicken innocently. You glance awkwardly at your boss who chocked on his soup. You bring him a glass of water before laughing awkwardly. 

“Taehee, you can’t just say things like that to Y/n.” Taeyong scold his cute daughter gently. Taehee nods as she grins on you. “Excuse me, sir. I think I have to go home. I will meet you in your office.” You bowed politely to both your boss and the smaller boss. “Bye, taehee.” You wave her goodbye and she waved back. Gosh, that was so awkward.

“Why can’t we just compensate them with free diamonds or a new special customized weapon? Why do we have to lose millions of stocks just because of some morons?” Taeyong groans with his hands folded in his chest.

His directorial advisor sighs, “No, we can’t just do that, Mr. Lee. The developing team may be able to do that by noon but our directorates will not tolerate that kind of compensation. It’s not fair to our in-app purchasers. And people will just spread more rumors for us to give them more free diamonds and weapons.”

You knocked before you enter the room with CEO Lee’s prepared meeting suits and his proposal papers.

“Excuse me, Mr. Lee. Our directorates are coming in ten minutes. We should be getting ready for your proposal.

Taeyong nods, thanking you mentally for saving him from the frustrating conversation.

You bowed to the middle-aged man before trailing behind your boss to the meeting room.

Being alone with your boss after the awkward conversation with his daughter this morning is killing you softly.

You distract yourself by organizing some papers and preparing drinks on the table. You feel a pair of eyes on you as you pass around the room.

Taeyong cleared his throat before speaking up to you, “Uhm, I remembered you didn’t have breakfast with us earlier, have you eat?” He asked.

You glance at him awkwardly, “Y-yeah, I.. have, thank you for worrying.”

“You don’t have to be all formal and polite to me you know. We’re almost at the same age.”

You smile, “It’s alright, Mr. Lee. You are my boss and this is office hours, also I’m two years younger than you, so this should be my preferable manner to you, sir.”

“Well, that’s understandable. Uh, and about our conversation this morning. You didn’t wholeheartedly take her words, right?” He asked.

Ah, those awkward goosebumps are coming back.

“Of course, no, Mr. Lee.” You fake a smile.

“Good, then, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around Taehee and I. Afterall, you spend a lot of time with her more than Jennie and I did these past few years.”

You only nod, not wanting to continue the conversation.

You thanked the directorates for coming in a great timing just so you can immediately leave the room. You walked wearily towards your table beside Johnny’s before leaning your head onto the table.

“What’s with the frown, Miss Secretary?” Johnny glance at your table beside him with a teasing smirk.

“Shut up, John. You don’t know what I’ve been through.”

“Tell me, maybe this wise oppa can give you the right answer for every question you have.”

You rolled your eyes before turning into him, “Taehee literally just asked me to be her mom this morning.”

Johnny didn’t show any expected reaction, which makes you furrowed your eyebrow.

“Aren’t you her mom already? You practically live at his penthouse more than his girlfriend does.”

You hit his arms playfully before protesting, “Shut your mouth! You and the developing team are the only people who knew I helped Mr. Lee’s daughter, okay? Don’t be a big mouth..”

Johnny laughs quietly, “Yes, ma’am.”

You keep thinking about Johnny’s words earlier. Every staff in the daycare know how you act motherly towards taehee. Some of her friends’ mom even called you taehee’s mom before you clarified that you’re only her dad’s assistant.

You remember bringing Taehee to your family’s Thanksgiving dinner because Taeyong decided to go to a romantic dinner with his glorious girlfriend instead of spending time with his daughter. Your family loves Taehee, even allowed Taehee to call them family names. You remember Taehee being very happy that night, “this year’s thanksgiving is better than any thanksgiving year with my grandpops and dad.”

Your concern is, does taehee really think of you as her mother, just because you spend time with her more than her future mother did? You don’t exactly think so, but the situation tells you otherwise.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your alarm, reminding you about the meeting. You immediately move from the snack bar, and leave to assist your boss after the meeting.

“How’s the meeting, boss? Did it went well?” You greeted.

He smiled in satisfaction before nodding at you, “Yeah, I managed to convince them about the compensation. We made a great deal. Well, I don’t have any working schedule left, right? Let’s take taehee and kkoma to the pet park.” He suggested cheerfully.

You smile along with him, feeling glad that everything went well. “Alright, sir. I’ll have Mr. Han ready with the car. Have fun, sir.” You bowed politely.

He stopped in his track before he turns back to you, “No, you’re coming with us.”

Your jaw drops. Is he seriously asking you to go with him and his daughter, on a private trip? “Why am I coming with you, Mr. Lee? Perhaps, Miss Kim is not available?” You asked.

“I haven’t asked her yet. I just thought that Taehee would be happy if you tag along.” He explained with a smile. “Well, if you have another plan for today, it’s okay.”

You nod immediately. “No, I’m completely free, Mr. Lee.”

“Aye, you can drop the formalities. It’s past office hours. You can be comfortable around me and Taehee. Just call me Taeyong.”

“Taehee!” You greeted Taehee as she ran to hug you. So, Taeyong and you decided to pick Taehee up from the daycare before getting kkoma the poodle in the penthouse. She looks at her dad with sparkly eyes, “Is she coming with us?” She asked excitedly. Taeyong nods, smiling at his daughter who seems to like being with his assistant more than him. “Thank you, daddy!” She pulls away from you to hug her daddy’s legs. Taeyong smiled even wilder, before lifting his daughter to give her kisses. 

“Now, it’s time for you to get in the car and put the seat belts on.” 

You watch as Taeyong puts his daughter on the car seat. You get on the passenger seat in front, putting your own seat belts, listening to the father and daughter playing around. 

“Alright, let’s go!”

Fifteen minutes later in the parking lot, Taeyong and you are debating about who’s going up to get kkoma. You insisted to go up so Taehee declared that you win the debate and the three of you laughed. 

“I’ll be back with kkoma.” You smiled before closing the car door.

“Bye, Y/n!” Taehee waved at you.

You went to the penthouse, walking towards the only front door on that floor, before stopping upon seeing someone standing in front of the door. 

You immediately bow, “Good afternoon, Miss Kim.” 

Jennie looks at you with a furrowed eyebrow, “What are you doing here? Where’s your boss? Why are you alone?” 

You felt sweaty before trying to explain calmly. “I’m here to get kkoma. Mr. Lee and his daughter are going to the pet park.”

She tilts her head, seems to be astonished by your explanation. “Don’t go in. I’ll get the dog instead.” You bowed politely before she unlocked the door and walk into the house. “Urgh, why didn’t he tell me.” She mumbled.

You were about to leave when you remember that you left your things in the car, and his girlfriend probably doesn’t know where the car is parked. So, you wait until Jennie comes out with kkoma. You noticed that she only brought the dog without the leash. 

“Uh, Miss Kim? I’m sorry but you forgot the leash.” 

Her jaw drop cockily. “Are you seriously telling me to get a dog’s leash?”

You stutter, “I’m sorry, Miss Kim, but you told me not to go into the house.”

She rolled her eyes in a sassy manner, before walking back into the house, groaning angrily. You bit your lip, trying not to laugh at the situation.

You walk behind your boss’ girlfriend. You were about to lead her to the car but she stopped walking. “You can leave now, I’ll call him.” 

You bowed before explaining that you left your things in the car. 

She glares at you, “What? Did you come here with him? No way, did you also go to the daycare with him?”

You only nod, not wanting to explain more. She just groans and leaves you in front of the elevator. 

Taeyong saw you from an angle and he felt somehow relieved after worrying about what possibly took you so long until he saw his girlfriend. He lifted his eyebrow before getting out of the car to greet his girfriend.

“Jennie, what are you doing here? Why are you holding kkoma?” He asked, glancing at you with a disoriented look. You just bit your lip awkwardly.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you have a date with your daughter? Did you possibly think I wouldn’t want to join? Of course, I would. Why did you bring her? It’s past office hours.” She ranted.

“I’m sorry, okay. Let’s just go. Taehee’s very excited if she comes along.” 

Jennie gets in the car immediately, greeting Taehee with a made-up smile and an awkward sentence of, “Hi, did you eat?”

Taeyong looks at you, “Aren’t you going with us?”

“Ah, I’m sorry, Mr. Lee. I think I can’t join you to the pet park. Let me get my things in the back seat.”

Taeyong was about to speak when Taehee opened the window and scream out. “No! Y/n, you said you’re going with us!”

You cringed at how the situation become before glancing at Jennie who’s signaling you to leave immediately.

“Taehee, Y/n said she got something important came up and-”

“No! If Y/n is not coming, then let’s not go. Daddy, this is not what I want!”

Taeyong sighed heavily before opening the back seat door beside his daughter. “Let’s go, Y/n. I know you leave far from here and you didn’t bring your car. Just go with us, I’ll drive you home after we leave the pet park.”

You can’t disobey your boss and after looking at Taehee’s pleading eyes, you decided that you can’t win over the boss’ daughter. You get in the car as Taehee immediately hugs your hand, feeling glad that you finally agreed to join. 

Jennie glares at her boyfriend angrily. Taeyong mouths, “What? This is my daughter’s day, not ours.”

You let Taehee out of her car seat and let her play with Jennie and kkoma. Taeyong walks with you behind them, as he smiles in satisfaction upon seeing two of his favorite people get along well. “I’m happy Jennie could play with Taehee like that. I think, going to the pet park today is the best decision I have ever made.”

You agree to what he said, but there’s a part inside of you that feels a little bit heavy upon seeing the strange pair hanging out together. You only smile as you watch Taehee running around chasing kkoma in the field. Jennie gives up running. Well, she’s wearing a 10 cm heels, of course, she can’t run freely like the little toddler.

Taeyong approaches his girlfriend, starting to talk to her and laughing around instead of playing with his daughter. You keep on watching the little girl running around until you heard her crying loudly.

“Taehee!” You scream as you run towards Taehee who just fell into the ground.

Jennie and Taeyong quickly take a look at the screams, and soon Jennie was left with nothing but kkoma’s leash and a groan.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay, Taehee.” You look at Taehee’s injured knee and you sighed. You managed a smile and told her to only look at you, not the wound. Fortunately, she’s being a good girl.

“Taehee! Daddy’s here. It’s okay, baby girl.”

Taehee was about to cry at the sight of her dad, but as soon as kkoma sit beside her and sympathetically stay in her side, she becomes calm and her sobbing starts to stop.

“Mr. Lee, can you get me the aid kit in your car?” You asked calmly. He nodded and immediately runs off to his car. You glance at Jennie who’s only looking with her phone in her hand, probably not knowing what to do.

A minute later, she tried to walk across to you and Taehee, looking like a tired marathon player when she was only walking.

“I’m sorry but I can’t squat down, I’m wearing a skirt.” She said cockily, which makes you want to puke on the spot.

I’m also wearing a skirt, duh. You thought.

Another minute has passed, and Taehee stops crying and starts to play with kkoma beside her, you tried to cover the wound with your hand, as you saw Taeyong walking closer with the aid kit.

“There you go.” Taeyong watches as you treat his daughter’s wound, feeling embarrassed with his girlfriend only watching and fanning herself.

“Let’s go. We need to talk.” He drags his girlfriend to a spot where no one could see them.

“What are you doing? Did you seriously just stand there, wearing a shade, while my daughter is injured?”

Jennie’s jaw drops, “I’m wearing a skirt, Taeyong! I can’t squat down, are you looking down on me now? Oh, you think I don’t care about your daughter, huh?”

“I was not thinking about that but now I’m kind of convinced that you actually don’t,” He paused, before sighing in disappointment. “really care about my daughter.”

Jennie blinked before reaching out for his hand, asking for forgiveness. “I’m sorry, Taeyong. I just.. I just didn’t know what to do. It’s not like I don’t care about Taehee, really.”

“If you love me, you should have known what to do when one of my favorite people, my child, is injured. You should’ve known that Taehee is important to me, Jen.”

Taeyong decided to bring Jennie home by ordering a taxi for her. He knows that she’s probably not going to talk to him for a few days but he’s trying not to care.

He sighed heavily before going back to the field where you treated taehee’s wound. He smiled softly when he saw you and his daughter laughing together, amazed at how capable you are to make his daughter stop crying.

“Hey, baby!” He carries his daughter and lifts her up, playing with her as he loves to hear her giggles.

You smiled upon the view of the daddy and daughter moment, until you notice the absence of his girlfriend. “Mr. Lee, may I ask but where’s Miss Kim?”

He turns at you after giving his daughter a kiss, “Well, She went home. She’s not used to outdoor activities like this. I’m sorry that she didn’t know what to help earlier. Also, like what I said earlier, please drop the formalities when we’re outside the office like this.” You only nod at him, smiling politely at him.

“Daddy, I’m hungry!” Taehee shouts while rubbing her tummy cutely. “Alright! What do you want to eat, baby?”

So you ended up at an Italian restaurant with the father and daughter. Since Taehee wants to eat pasta, you ordered a creamy fusilli carbonara for her, while Taeyong ordered some dishes for you and him.

“Since we’re eating informally like this, can I ask something that I’ve been curious about?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“So, you said you can’t trust your daughter with anyone in her daily life, when you actually could send her to your parents. Why wouldn’t you do that?” You asked him carefully.

He sighs while looking at Taehee who’s playing with the napkin on the table. “I did. There was one time when I sent Taehee to my parents, but as a matter of fact, I’m not that close to my parents and my brothers. I was taught about business since I was in elementary school, so I always have this little thought that there isn’t any real love in my house except from my mother. My brothers’ thirst for money and power disgust me as much as I hate living in my own house.”

You look into his eyes deeply, feeling moved that he’s voluntarily opening up to you. “Too much information, right? Well, the point is I don’t find it comfortable to put my daughter in my parents’ house because she will be lonely there. Besides, my parents didn’t fancy my late wife. We were together without my parents’ permission so it was difficult for me and her until we had Taehee.”

You nod understandingly, feeling so warm inside. “It must be hard for you, Taeyong. It’s a good thing that you endured all of the hard times for Taehee, and now, as you can see, she grew up as a happy kid.”

Taeyong stutters, glancing at how your hand unconsciously reaches for his hand. “Y/n...” You looked at your hand on his, before your eyes widen in embarrassment. You immediately brush your hand away from his. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...”

He smiled softly, “It’s alright. Thank you for understanding my situation. A lot of my friends say that I’m not being a good father for not spending lot of times with my daughter, but they don’t understand how hard it is to manage a company and taking care of a toddler at the same time, cause they have a wife.”

“Of course, they wouldn’t know. Well, I’ll always be available for Taehee. She’s a sweet baby, I love being near her. I’m always ready whenever you need my help.”

Taeyong never sees someone this dedicated to his daughter except you. He stares in amusement when he saw you feed his daughter delicately. He also noticed how much Taehee feels comfortable around you. This is why he trusted you so much with his daughter. But one thing that bothers his insides like butterflies are flying inside his stomach is your motherly feelings towards Taehee, the one he couldn’t find in anyone besides his late wife, especially Jennie. He finds it odd.

After the pet park ‘date’ with your boss, everything went back to normal, except your relationship with Taeyong. He kept wanting you to be very comfortable around him past office hours. He finds you as a friend, and a literal mom for Taehee. You picked her up from the daycare, it becomes your new routine. Sometimes, when Taeyong has to stay up in the office, you’d bring Taehee to your house and let her play with your twin nephews. Taehee really adores you, and his father weren’t so oblivious about that.

“Hey, Taehee said she wants to visit your nephews tonight, is that possible?” Taeyong asked with a visible pair of eye bags under his eyes. He looks so tired and uneven.

“Yeah, sure. Don’t worry, I’ll pick her up.” You smiled at him. “Mr. Lee, are you alright? You look tired...”

He gives you a soft smile as he replies, “Well, just a few problems with the diva. You know that. By the way, I won’t be able to come home tonight so can she stays in your place tonight? I’m so sorry...”

You nod, “That’s nothing to apologize for.”

His face lit up in delight upon seeing you agreed to help. “Alright, since I’ll be away for a moment, you can’t use my car. I’ll have Jaehyun to drive you and Taehee around, alright?”

So, you ended up waiting for Mr. Jung in front of the office lobby. You were replying to a message from your aunt when a beep from an expensive car chimes in front of you. “Hey, Y/n.”

You smile and bow to Mr. Jung. He’s a childhood friend of Taeyong, and he’s the closest uncle Taehee has among all of her father’s friends. “Good afternoon, Mr. Jung. Thank you for picking me up.”

“Aye, drop the formalities and just get in.”

“Y/n! I miss you already!” You open your arms widely as the little princess runs towards you.

“Be careful, honey, or you’ll fall.” You uttered gently.

Jaehyun smiles softly behind the both of you as he plays with his car keys, examining you and his friend’s daughter. Jennie could never, he thought.

“Hey, is that uncle Jae?” She lets go of the hug and goes towards the cheeky man. “Yeah, he came with me to pick you up. Say hello to him, please?” Taehee only sighed before waving to Jaehyun weakly, clearly missing his dad more. “Where’s daddy?” She asked while pouting.

Jaehyun scoffs, “Hey, why aren’t you excited to meet me? Aren’t I the coolest uncle you have in the city?” Taehee shakes her head lightly, her head hurts upon seeing the overconfident man. “Let’s go, Y/n. I’m hungry.” She takes your hand and drags you softly to the car, knowing which car to go to for its eccentric color. “Hey, wait for me! Ugh, she really takes after her dad.��

You spoon the rice and pull a nice trick into feeding little Taehee. After five spoons and she nearly finishes her meal, Jaehyun wants to try to do a trick while feeding her. “Let me try,” he said. You nod and give the meal to him, while Taehee focused on her iPad. “Hey, taehee.. look at me. Here goes the airplane~”

The spoon ended up in front of her mouth, but Taehee keeps an unamused face as she eats the food. “What was that, uncle Jae? You’re so lame,” she shakes her head as she continues to focus on her videos. You hold your laugh, but people around the three of you laugh at the silly scene. Jaehyun covered his face in embarrassment, before whining to Taehee playfully. “Oh, taehee, can you at least work with me? Pretty pwease~” Taehee can’t help but leaves her iPad and laughs along with you. “Uncle Jae is so funny, and ugly hahaha,” she clapped happily while chewing on the meat.

Night comes, and you stay in Taeyong’s apartment again since he said he’s going to come home late and you haven’t cleaned up your apartment so you didn’t bring Taehee to your place. After putting her to sleep, you sit quietly on the couch with a snack you bought earlier to keep you up while waiting for your boss to come home. Thirty minutes later, you found yourself flinching at the sound of the door opened by the owner of the penthouse. You quickly tidy up the room and stand up to greet him, but when you do, you were met by a pair of lethargic eyes. “Mr. Lee..” you went up to him before helping him to walk properly.

Jaehyun groans behind him. “It is so tiring to bring him up here, even though they got a rich and pretentious ass elevator here. Today is the most tiring day of my life, and now I still gotta drive you home.” He complained. “Mr. Jung, you might want to rest a little bit. I’ll help Mr. Lee to change and stuff.” You said to him while assisting your boss to his bedroom. After helping him changing his shirt, you walked out of the room for him to change the rest of his clothes.

“Today is rougher for him, he... uh.. he caught his girlfriend cheating on him with his close business partner. I was lucky enough to catch him quickly earlier before he drinks his ninth bottle for the night. He’s a mess right now.” Jaehyun explained.

You sighed, “That’s so horrible. I don’t think I should leave him alone with Taehee. I’ll stay to make him some hangover soup tomorrow. Thank you for taking care of him, please have a good rest.” Jaehyun nodded before leaving the penthouse, sighing in relief that he finally gets to rest at home.

You knocked on his door, “Mr. Lee? Are you ready to sleep? I’ll help you clean your face.” There is no answer from him, so you decided to come in. Taeyong sits on the edge of his bed, his upper half body leaning on his hands, covering his face while small sobs could be heard. You gulped before approaching him. You say nothing but instead, sitting beside him and pulling him into your body, hugging him tightly. “I gave her everything, whatever she wanted, and she chose that bastard,” Taeyong mumbled and you only listen. “I accepted her even though she didn’t get along well with my daughter, but... that was.. man, that was terrible. This hurts more than when I lost taehee’s mom.” He sobs and you, once again, only listen.

“Y/n... can you take care of me tonight?” He asked before pulling away from your arms. You blink in confusion, “How can I do so?” you asked while stuttering. He says nothing but leans down to you, putting his lips on you gently. You close your eyes and reply to the kiss, enjoying the moment he savor you with his tongue. Taeyong’s drunken limb starts to roam around your body, and he found his hand near the hem of your shirt, before pulling away to catch a breath. “Can I?” He asked while panting. You only nodded, before letting him raise your shirt gently as he gives wet kisses around your neck, and you only moan softly.

Later on, you found yourself asleep next to him, hands and legs tangled up with each other. You smiled at the sight of your naked bodies pressed against each other, before falling asleep hearing the sound of his soft breath.

The next morning, you woke up at the sound of your alarm ringing and you know right away that it’s already six in the morning. You try to untangle your arms but the man you called boss won’t let you go. “Mr. Lee, I have to wake up,” you mumble softly. He only groans, “Urgh, five more minutes. My head hurts.” You smiled and put your free hand on his head, running your hand through his hair. “That’s why I need to wake up first, I’ll cook some hangover soup.”

A minute later, he let go of you with kisses and you only giggle to his touch. Taeyong pulls the blanket to cover himself more as he gets some more sleep as you wear his shirt and leave to the kitchen.

After cooking the breakfast with love, you went to Taehee’s room to wake her up, and to your surprise, she was already awake. You greeted her with a tight hug, before carrying her up to give her drink. “Y/n, you smell like daddy.” She mumbled. You chuckled awkwardly before putting her on her high chair, “Really? Maybe it’s because daddy lent me his blanket last night.”

To your surprise, Taehee sighed in relief while putting her hand on her chest cutely, “Finally daddy treat you right, I’m always upset whenever he let you sleep in my room. You know how small my bed is and he only gets to sleep on that big bed alone. But now I’m happy that you get to sleep on that big bed too!” You laughed wholeheartedly at her cute remarks while at the same time feeling relieved that she didn’t find it weird that you’re sleeping with her dad. “Oh, he lent you his shirt as well!”

After the little princess finished the breakfast, you let her take a shower by herself since she insisted that she’s now able to clean herself. By that, you also have time to wash the dishes while you wait for her. You were busy humming like a chirping bird while cleaning the dirty dishes when you felt hands surrounding your waist.

Taeyong leaned his head on your shoulder, before kissing your shoulder blades gently.

“You look good on my shirt.” He mumbled against your skin and you can feel heat surrounding your body. “But you definitely look good without any shirt on.”

You blink in nervousness, “I thought you wouldn’t remember yesterday’s event, since you were heavily drunk.” You feel him shaking his head, “Of course I would, the moment I got to taste your beautiful lips, that was when I sobered up.”

You blushed madly, at the thought of him fully sober when he did things to you last night. “The soup’s on the table, have it before it’s cold.” You stuttered. “No, I prefer you for breakfast.” Taeyong continues to tease you while caressing his thumb against your waist, until a loud cute voice comes from the sub room bathroom, indicating that the little princess has just finished her bath and needs her bathrobe soon.

You let go of Taeyong with a giggle, caressing his cheeks softly, “Your daughter needs me more than you do. Now finish your soup so your head will stop ringing.” He smiled and nodded at you.

“It’s weekend! What should we do today?” You asked taehee as you dry her hair with a towel. “Hm, what about coloring? And also, let’s have watermelon before lunch since it’s summer.” You nod, “such a perfect plan! I’ll inform your dad right away.”

So, you stayed another day in his house, but one thing, he hasn’t made it official yet. You convinced yourself not to expect anything from him but his affection to you convinced you otherwise. But time passes and Taeyong treats you the way he does to you that particular night. He remains professional during office hours but when you stayed at the penthouse for Taehee, he’d get super affectionate with you.

Taeyong hasn’t heard about Jennie nor he wanted to look for her. He let himself forget about her and relies on you, his lovely secretary, instead. He took you on several dates, but he hasn’t confirmed the real thing yet. You wait patiently for the right time he would confess to you, but reality slaps you so hard for you to wake up.

Today, which is Friday, you took a day off to help your family move, and Taeyong gladly let you go with a careful hug, avoiding being caught by the workers. Until you received a call from Jaehyun informing you that Taehee got injured while running around with her friends. It went so bad that she got a cast wrapped around her little arm.

You drove as soon as possible to the hospital, with flowers and a cute teddy bear in your arms, you run towards the room Jaehyun told you. You smiled as soon as you spotted Jaehyun in the hallway, greeting him in a hurry. “Where is she? I brought her-”

Jaehyun cuts you off, “Uh, Y/n. I don’t think you should come in right now, I think they’re busy.” He stuttered so much that you find it suspicious when he covers the door with his body. “What happen?” You asked. Jaehyun blinked before he sighed, “No, Y/n, I think you deserve to know.” He caress your shoulder gently before walking away from the door.

That was when you felt thunder wakes you up loudly, as the clear image of your boss and his ex-girlfriend leans against each other in front of the sleeping toddler, lips brushed against each other. You dropped the flowers and the plushie bear, tears dropping heavily down your cheeks.

“Y/n... are you.. are you alright?” Jaehyun asked you before putting your head up to him, distracting your stormy mind. “No, I... I, have to go.” You leave him and the things you brought for taehee as you run out wiping your tears harshly.

How can you be proud that he touched you so many times you thought he loved you or something. Reality hurts, and now you’re awakened with false hope. You weren’t disappointed with him, but you. How can you dream about being together with him, when in reality he was far away from you to reach him. He only has her in his mind, since she was the one suitable enough to match his class. You downgraded yourself to the point of your big decision today.

Monday comes, and you determined yourself to come to work, and to submit the resignation paper yourself to him. You couldn’t let personal feelings go through your work, so you decided to quit this job and find another one that’ll be easier for you to forget him. The only one who knew about it was Johnny. He tried to make you think about it twice but in the end, he respected your determined decision.

“Good morning, Mr. Lee, do you want to have some coffee?” You greet him formally, leaving him uptight about the awkward tension. “Oh, no, I’m okay. Please do continue your work. Oh, and Y/n, are you okay? You look unusually under the weather.” He asked. “I’m okay, thanks for asking. By the way, Mr. Lee, I’m here to submit a paper.”

He narrowed his eyes, “What paper?” You slowly put the white envelope on his table. “What is this?” His voice changed into a stern one, as he takes the envelope with doubt. “My resignation letter. Please put your signature under the stated letter, so I could apply for another-”

“Wait, no, are you gonna quit? I mean, why?”

“-job at the end of the month.” You finished your words without letting him cutting in.

“Why? Why are you quitting? Your work has been perfect and you never make a mistake, why in the world should you quit?” He is now standing up while putting his fist on the table.

“I made a mistake, and it’s a big fatal mistake.” You uttered. “What? What did you do? Tell me and we can work it out.”

“I made a big mistake by putting my heart and expectations on my own employer without realizing that it would damage my work value and now I will be no longer able to work properly under this company without having my own personal feelings intervene my work so... I chose to quit, and please respect my decision, Mr. Lee.” You try so hard to hold your tears not to come out but you have limits so, you decided to bow and leave the room quietly.

“Y/n, you’re okay-” Johnny passes by but you have no intentions to stop walking so you leave him behind and go forward to the nearest toilet. Now I have 2 weeks to work under his presence, so I gotta withstand everything, you thought.

“No, mom. I will not stay in the company. Besides, it’s a chance for me to try out new things out there. And if I can’t get a new career, I’ve got enough experience and value to apply as a secretary.” You explained to your mother.

“I know you can’t work under his company anymore, but what about his daughter? What about that child, huh?” Your mother’s words hit different, and now you fall into a deep silence. “Mom, I’m sure he can take care of her by himself and that she won’t be needing me that much. Besides, him choosing her shows that he didn’t actually need me to babysit his daughter.”

“Since when do you become this selfish? Are you even my daughter? You said you were the only one she knew and trusted, not even his rich and pretty girlfriend.” Your mother retorted back, and you just groaned in annoyance. “Did you just call her pretty?”

“Did you just roll your eyes on me?” She flicked your head with one hand while the other hand stays kneading the dough. “I’m sorry,” you apologized.

“I’m just telling you that Taehee has become my grandchild too, just like the twins, and the thought of her being lonely like she used to be is terrifying for me. I’m sure despite the pain you felt for her father, you’re feeling the same too. Are you sure to leave her alone as if you never knew her?”

You sighed, I don’t know what to do with that, mom.

And that is true, even though you continue working for the rest of your work hours before your resignation without Taeyong asking you to take care of his daughter, you still think about her. You think of how she might need you since her little hand was cast but there’s nothing you could do about it.

Jaehyun still communicates with you about her condition without her father knowing, so you feel grateful that at least you’d know what’s up with her.

On the day before your farewell, Taeyong got himself wasted on the bar, as much as Jaehyun could reminisce to the day when his best friend was wasted over a breakup. He only sighed upon seeing his drunk friend before paying the bills for him.

“I don’t know a well human being like you could be this wasted, of course, after knowing that spoiled little bitch.” Jaehyun muttered. Taeyong turns to look at him, “you called her what?” He mumbled.

“Yeah, Jennie, the spoiled little bitch, who cheated on you with your best partner.”

“Don’t call my girlfriend that unless you want a punch from me.” Taeyong balled his hand into a fist until his knuckles turn white. “Try to punch me with that weak ass punch, you idiot. Please reflect on what you’ve done.”

Jaehyun holds himself not to order a liquor since he’ll be driving his best friend back to his penthouse, and he praised himself for being a perfect bestie. “Dude, do you even know why Y/n quit her job?”

“No, I don’t understand why she would be that stupid to quit after I paid her million dollars every month.”

Jaehyun closed his eyes, trying hard not to punch his best friend into oblivion, “What an idiot, you slept with her, several times. Took her on a date and make her live with high expectations around you, and in the end, you chose that bitch who cheated on you? I can’t believe you didn’t consider yourself as a jerk by now.”

Taeyong sighed under the influence of alcohol, “Everyone makes mistake, and deserve a second chance. She promised me to get better, and who I am to reject her, a god?”

“I know you’re trying to be saint about it, but don’t let it makes you blind. For this time, please think of your daughter, and consider who has been next to you, and would she break her promise again? You have a lot of things to make sure, bud.”

After bringing Taeyong home, Jaehyun drove again to the hospital, where he asked his girlfriend, Chaeyoung, to stay with the poor little toddler. As soon as he opened the door, a crying baby and a frowning face of his girlfriend was the first thing he saw. “She won’t fall asleep,” she complained.

“Is she still looking for Y/n?” Jaehyun asked and Chaeyoung only nodded.

You rushed towards the hospital as soon as he called you desperately, looking for help. And it mesmerized both him and Chaeyoung that you managed to get her to sleep in only ten minutes.

After jaehyun and his girlfriend left, you caressed taehee’s back gently before you fall asleep next to her. You made sure to text your mom to bring taehee breakfast tomorrow so she’ll get to eat as much as possible.

The next day, you were awakened by the sounds of Taehee crying, and the first thing you saw was Taeyong with his angry-looking girlfriend. “No, just go daddy! I don’t need you! I have Y/n over here and I don’t wanna be with aunt Jennie!” She whines and you only shushed her with soothing words, and she managed to stop.

“Alright, we’re leaving. Y/n, uh... I’m sorry for keeping you busy with her.” Taeyong scratched the nape of his head before leaving with the girl.

After the pair leave, you managed to calm the wailing toddler down, and luckily she was fast enough to stop crying. “Taehee, why wouldn’t you want to be with aunt Jennie?” You asked carefully, while caressing your hand gently on her head as she cuddles into your side. “I don’t like her. She takes daddy from me, and daddy doesn’t care about it either. My arm is hurting every night, but daddy is busy working or playing with aunt Jennie, I hate it.” Taehee pauses as she sniffs, “Maybe daddy hates me.”

You let out a heavy sigh of your mouth as you get a little bit too emotional about the little poor girl. “No, Taehee, daddy loves you so much, but sometimes, he just doesn’t know how to show it.” You wipe her tears gently and make her look up to you. “He really loves you, he prepared a lot of things for your future. And as much as you need his love, daddy needs it too. Daddy needs aunt Jennie as much as you need him. You’re a good baby, Taehee. You’ve been supporting your daddy and he only needs to know that.”

“Does he look happier when he’s with her?” You were tongue-tied when she gives you the sharp but sad question. You don’t know the answer, because to be honest, you’ve been thinking of the same thing too. “I think he’s happier with me, and with you! He’s so happy when the three of us are together. Y/n, why won’t you be my mom?”

You blinked, startled by her sudden request. “Taehee, I am only being a helper-“

She starts to cry again, “Do you hate me too? Do you not want to be with me?” You quickly make her stop by rejecting her remarks. “No, Taehee, I want to be with you. We spent a lot of time together. I love you, baby, and you should never doubt that. Now enough talking about adult stuff, your arm will hurt more if we keep stressing about it. How about watching paw patrols while waiting for my mom to come here with your breakfast?”

Her eyes immediately lit up in delight upon hearing that her ‘grandmother’ will come with food. “Grandma cooked for me?! Yaay! Finally... urgh, The food here sucks.”

“Wait, I think I left my wallet on the sofa,” Taeyong mumbled as he roamed around his body to check every pocket he has in his clothes. “There’s no way I’d walk back again, we’re already in the basement.”

Taeyong sighs, “Alright, just go to the car first,” he handed in the car keys before running back to his daughter’s ward. He was about to open the door when he overheard the conversation going on between his daughter and you. “Does he look happier when he’s with her?” Taeyong furrowed his eyebrow while waiting for your answer, but then he heard nothing from you.

“I think he’s happier with me, and with you! He’s so happy when the three of us are together.” The words quickly ring repetitively in his head, which makes him question the same thing, does he look happier when he’s with you, and his daughter?

He walks back to the parking lot, hands empty without his wallet, but a brand new decision. He goes to the car with no emotion drawn on his face, but so many things in his head.

“Where are we heading to? This isn’t the right way to the coex. Are you.. taking me home?”

“Yeah, I didn’t manage to get my wallet back so let’s just eat ramen in your house.”

Jennie narrowed her eyes suspiciously before Taeyong shuts down all of her thoughts with a glare.

“This is weird. I don’t like instant noodles, and you cooked for me right in my own house, are you gonna break up with me?” She joked. But then Taeyong nodded, after slurping his last ramen. “Yeah, after all, I do realize that I’m not exactly happy when I’m with you.”

Jennie loses her smile and she makes sure that she hears wrong from him. “Wait a minute, no, you’re only joking, right? No, yong, not cool. Not funny, you need to learn another joke.”

“No, I’m not joking. You never let me do whatever makes me happy. You always had me listen to you every time, like a puppet. And the most important thing, you never, let alone love my daughter, you never have any interest in her. How could I be with someone like that? You should’ve dated any single man without any kids, like that man you cheated me on with, Kim Jongin.”

Jennie lets out her tears fall like he hurts her intentionally. “I thought we talked about that, yong. You said you forgive me for that.”

“No, Jen. This is not working out anymore. We can’t work it out anymore.” Taeyong was already standing up, ready to leave the house when Jennie pulls his hand back tightly, preventing him to leave. “No, yong. I promise I will make things right, please. Please-”

Taeyong holds her hand for the last time, giving her the best of his smiles, along with his sad glaze over his eyes. “I’m so sorry for being a jerk, Jen. But you really need to meet someone else other than me. Someone who will love you fully for you. Someone who will not ask too much from you, like me. I appreciate all of our times together but we can’t be together, so, goodbye.”

A week after your resignation, you spend your time resting in your apartment. Taehee was discharged from the hospital and now she can move as much as she wants so you no longer stays with her. You never heard of Taeyong or his little daughter, the last time you heard of him was from Johnny, where he said Taeyong got himself drown in work more than usual. You, on the other hand, are the opposites of him. 

You spend your days mostly laying on your bed, sometimes splattered on your sofa, stuck with Netflix and tubs of ice cream. Even though you weren’t really adjusted by only lying around sluggishly at home, the feeling of emptiness without your work and Taehee make you feel like doing nothing would be the best option. 

You know very well that the moment you lay your application forms on any company mailboxes, acceptances will come to you like a waterfall. No doubt, you have the experience of working in a big and reputable technology company, and your educational background is no joke. But lately, you have no interest in working and trying out new things, like you used to be. It’s like you’ve changed into another person, and you, of course, find it weird.

Like now, in front of your full body mirror, you started to question your whole being the moment you grabbed your old party dress. “Seriously, who are you? You never go into clubs or bars in the past few years, and now you want to get drown in alcohol? That is so not you, Y/n.” You talked to yourself like a madwoman. 

“Urgh, fuck it. I’ll get wasted tonight,” you mumbled. 

You engulfed your ninth bottle on the bar chair, eyes getting heavy every second as you put down the empty bottle. You were about to order more bottles when a stranger sits next to you. “I’ll pay her bills. Hey, miss. Even though you’re quite a hot mess right now, your look still being an eye-catcher.” 

You narrowed your already blurry eyes at the unfamiliar man. “Uh, I’m sorry. I don’t drink with strangers.” You were about to leave when he holds your wrist tightly. “Where are you going? I’m paying your bills, at least chat with me here.”

You brushed his hand aside weakly, “No, I’ll pay-”

“Let go of her, you trash.” With a sudden force, you were pulled behind someone’s back. At one moment, you quickly notice the man in front of you from his hair color, and especially his peculiar scent. Lee Taeyong?

“I’ll pay her bills. Please be quick.” He brings you along to the cashier and as you watch his back under the influence, you can’t help but adore his familiar figure. “Those back... and those arms, used to hold me every night.”

“Let’s go, Y/n. Oh wow, your cheeks are so red.” He chuckles as he helped you standing properly by holding both of your upper arms. “Really? It’s because Mr. Lee is really handsome tonight,” you mumble sweetly. Taeyong chuckles louder when he heard the compliment out of your own mouth, knowing very well that you won’t exactly say that kind of thing when you’re sober. “No, you’re just really drunk, right now.” He noticed your skimpy dress before taking off his coat to cover your revealing outfit. “Let’s go.”

“Mr. Lee, why are you so perfect that It’s so hard to get on your side?” You mumble in your drunk state, while Taeyong only listens bitterly on his driver seat. “The harder I tried to chase you, you’ll be ahead further, away from me. You’re too far for me, Mr. Lee. I’m scared, about the fact that even though you’re not someone I can reach so easily, it’s hard for me to erase you from my mind.”

Taeyong was about to say something when you continue talking, “You and taehee, has become a part of my life that I can’t just erase so easily. Huh, am I too drunk? Am I dreaming?” You let out a heavy sigh as a drop of tear rolls on your cheek. “Can I actually say these things to you? Whatever, It hurts.” 

This time, in his sober state, Taeyong fully understands that you truly had something special for him. Only now that he realizes that the only person he needed all this time was you. The only missing piece to his and taehee’s life was you. He no longer questions why you decided to leave your job. And finally, he understands what Jaehyun meant and he knows what to do.

“No, don’t go. I hate being drunk alone,” you mumble as you put your hand weakly in his, preventing him from leaving. “But, Y/n...”

“Please, I promise I won’t get wasted and be a trouble for you. Just this one night, please.” Taeyong sighs as he leads you back to your bed. “Alright, now let’s change your clothes first.”

He tries so hard not to touch you like he used to do when you sleep in his place. He smiles softly when he sees you shift around in your sleep. When he finished putting your pajamas on, he quickly covers you with a blanket before heading out of your room to check on his daughter.  “Hey, Jae. Thanks for taking care of taehee, is she asleep?”

“Yeah, yeah. I know, you’re gonna sleep there tonight, huh? Don’t worry, Taehee’s already sleeping with Chae in my bedroom. Take care of her, she deserves it. I’m always ready to help you, bro.”

Taeyong laughs when he hears his best friend yawns from the other side. “Alright, thank you so much. And also, I want you to arrange the whole thing we talked about yesterday. Please?”

“Dude, if only I can take back what I said earlier about always being ready to help you, I will. But no, alright, I’ll take care of it by tomorrow. You owe me a lot, dude.” 

“I sure do, thank you a lot Jae.”

After hanging up the call, he goes back to your room, only to see you curled up against your pillow, snoring softly like a little baby. He lays down next to you, eyes wide awake while admiring your sleeping figure. “Why only now that I realize, that you were meant for me? I don’t deserve you, Y/n.”

Later on, he fell asleep with his body hugging yours, spooning you cozily and the warm fuzzy feeling makes you feel loved even in your dream.

“Good morning.” A familiar voice greets you the moment you open your eyes. “Oh, it’s Mr. Lee. Why would I hear him, especially on my bed? Oh, and now I can see him. Wow, hallucinations are either real these days.” You rub your eyes to get a better view, but he’s too good to be true. Taeyong stays still with a remaining smile on his face. “Am I still drunk? Ah, my head hurts.” You stretch out your hand to touch his face, and your eyes widen as you feel his cheeks against your palm.

“Mr. Lee?! Wait, you’re real?” You jolts up in shock as he chuckles sweetly. “You’re funny, Y/n. Yeah, I’m real. You’re the one who asked me to stay last night,” he muttered.

Distracted by his raspy morning voice, you think hard about how he ended up on your bed. But you were too drunk to remember everything. His face turns serious when he speaks up, “Don’t ever get drunk like yesterday, someone almost put something in your drink and I can’t even imagine what could’ve happened if I didn’t come sooner.” 

You sat on the bar chair as he cooks some hangover soup for you, still confused about what just happened last night. Taeyong smiles upon seeing your puzzled expression. “So one of my business partner were having a celebration in the same bar last night, and he recognized you drinking alone on the bar, he only remembers you as my secretary so he contacted me and I thanked him a lot for that. If I was a little bit late, you could’ve been dragged to anywhere by that bastard.”

“Mr. Lee, we didn’t do anything last night, right?” You asked him bluntly, before covering your mouth out of embarrassment. Shit, I shouldn’t ask him that.

“Haha, no. You only asked me for cuddles. No more than that.” He put the soup on the counter before sitting down next to you. “Eat it before it cools down.” He gives you his sweet smiles as he pats the top of your head gently. You nod before you spoon the warm broth. 

“Mr. Lee, is she okay with you being here?” you asked carefully. “Who? Taehee? Uh, I asked Jaehyun to take care of her last night, and I just checked up on her and she just ate her breakfast.”

You smiles bitterly, “That’s good, but I mean Miss Kim, does she know that you’re here?”

Taeyong sighed before licking his lip nervously. “Uhm, I broke up with her, Y/n.”

You tilt your head, how come I never know that...

“I realized that I’m never happy whenever I’m around her, and she was one of the reasons why I can’t spend more time with my daughter, so... I decided to call it off with her.” 

“Ah, I’m sorry for you, Mr. Lee.” you bowed politely to him, feeling sorry that he had to end his 3 years relationship. “It’s alright. I’m okay, why would I be with someone who doesn’t cherish my daughter as much as I do, right?”

Seeing you staying still as you stare at nowhere, he takes it as a chance to give you a little bit of clarity. “Y/n, would you listen to what I’m gonna say?”

You turn your vision to him, and right at both of his brown orbs, you decide to listen without any expectations. “What is it?” You muttered. He closes his eyes while you set yours on him still. He gives out a small soothing smile as he speaks up, “What I did to you was unforgivable and shameful. I am very sorry for that. I regret hurting you and not realizing it. While being with her, I was blinded by greed and fraud. And maybe that’s why I couldn’t see what’s in front of me. My true tendency, my happiness.”

You were taken aback as you expected none of those words to come out of his mouth. His eyes wander to yours, looking for any answer from them. “Y/n, do you still love me? Do I... deserve a precious second chance from you?”

You gulped down in nervousness, “If I say I do, will I lose you again, Mr. Lee?”

His lips pull themselves up into a smile automatically at the sounds of your question, “I promise you no promises, Y/n. But I’ll hold onto you forever. Let’s not let go of each other.” He took your hand gently before putting a kiss on your delicate palm. “Don’t let go of me again, yong.”

He nodded as he leaned down to press his lips into yours, and you close your eyes along to the kiss.

Hours later, he brought you to a place where his daughter, along with Jaehyun and Chaeyoung have waited for you both. You feel your tears of happiness flowing like a river when the little girl holds the banner with a growing smile on her face, there written, ‘Will you be my mom?’

“Yes, honey. Yes,” you muttered as you hugged her tightly, before Taeyong joined the hug as well. “Well, our mission here is accomplished, so now please excuse me and my love to go on a nice date, Mr. Lee.”

“Haha, thanks Jae, I owe you a lot.”

little sequel

jaefluenza masterlist

[1kook]

skirt chasers - drabble i

a skirt chasers drabble bc they are my fave fictional couple to date <333

tags: coupley and domestic, jk’s terrible attempts at seducing via text, making out, dry humping, spitting (ik idk what came over me), too much talking for this to be sexual pero hey here we are wc: like 3k

entirely based off jungkook from bv3 that man had NO right to look that good and  the holy jirkenstocks (jungkook birkenstocks). wont lie this has been completely written in my drafts since November (yes 2019) and i hoarded it under the belief i would make this a whole part 2 which i did not 

que dios los bendiga <3

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Much to everyone’s dismay, Jungkook’s spring break in Vegas with the boys is cut three days short when Jimin’s dog sitter suddenly cancels, citing a case of homesickness as enough cause to abruptly go home. When you first hear news of this, you’re preparing yourself for the return of a mopey, useless Jungkook, too drained from four glorious days in Las Vegas to carry on. What you’re not expecting is the mysterious text he sends you before boarding a five hour flight with no service (he was cheap).

kook still on vegas lockdown. Have that pussy ready when i get home

“The fuck does that mean?” Chaeyoung is the first to see the message, your screen lighting up on the kitchen counter beside you as you scrub through a mountainous pile of dishes. You try to play it off, after all, Chaeyoung had seen parts of you you hadn’t even seen, but there was no worse embarrassment than having your homegirls see your clown of a boyfriend’s ridiculousness. “He’s so romantic,” she swoons, and you shoo her away from the offending device as you wipe your hands down on your t-shirt. 

you for what?? One 20 second round 🤥

Chaeyoung suddenly cackles from over your shoulder, and you swear your soul leaves your body. 

You don’t get a response until exactly five hours and thirteen minutes later, your phone vibrating like crazy on the edge of your bathtub, and if you hadn’t given it a hearty kick and sent it flying across the room, front screen shattering into the most intricate spider web of glass shards, it would have fallen into the water. The terror. 

kook pls pick me up 

kook also haha. U r soooo funny 😑

You’re halfway to the airport, idly sitting in traffic and giving the public a free, Beyonce-like experience of The Script’s Breakeven, when you realize you’re not wearing any pants. You’re not exactly sure which part of Jungkook’s long t-shirt had tricked you into believing you were decently dressed, but you’re not too mad. After all, Jungkook’s trip with the boys had been a last minute decision that did not take into consideration your never-ending thirst for your boyfriend, so a little payback never hurt anybody. 

He’s sitting on top of his suitcase outside the airport when you get there, cute Birkenstock-clad feet swinging back and forth as he waits for you like the good boy he is. He crouches down by the passenger window, “Uh, yeah, is this the Uber?” 

You can’t even bother hiding the smile that consumes your face, and it only grows tenfold when he finally gets in and immediately leans over the center console to kiss you. “Look who’s finally back from their little bachelor party,” you murmur, eyes lidded dangerously low when he breaks away. 

“Oh, the party where I accidentally sleep away my life-savings to a stripper named Aries and then have to go home and beg for my wife’s forgiveness?” He responds immediately, devious pink tongue swiping out to lick at your bottom lip. 

You snort. “Joke’s on you, because our hot pool boy kept me company and treated me better in four days than my husband had in six years,” you mumble, finger looping into the silver chain around his neck to pull him close again. 

“Not our hot pool boy,” he whines, smile pressed adorably to your lips. 

You almost retort, but a ten-second horn blast from the car behind you has the two of you jumping three feet from each other, like teenagers caught making out in the school parking lot. 

-

Just as you’d predicted via text, Jungkook barely has the energy to walk up the steps to your apartment, much less fuck you like he’d promised. “Fuck, stop being healthy and let us take the elevator,” he grunts, pushing his suitcase onto the final platform leading to your floor.

“Nope,” you concede. “The stairs give me a good view of your ass going up.”

He shoots you a scandalized look, like you’re an old man who’d just catcalled him on the street. “Pretty sure that’s my line.”

It’s when you’re unlocking the front door, sending out a little prayer to the heavens (Chaeyoung) for the blessing of an empty apartment, that he notices your lack of proper clothing. “Oh, hell no,” he groans, immediately crowding you against the armchair nearest the door. 

You laugh, struggling to turn to face him as he nuzzles his face into your neck. “What seems to be the problem?”

He sighs against the shell of your ear, and you’d be a liar to say it didn’t send a gush of wetness to your core. Jesus, just a single puff of air from Jungkook was enough to turn your coochie into a Fruit Gusher. “Not your sexy legs again,” he whines, and you giggle when he presses those pouty lips to yours. 

“Thought I was supposed to have this pussy ready for you,” you tease, tilting your head up until your noses brush against each other. Jungkook lets a soft huff of a sigh go, eyes fluttering shut at your close proximity. 

There’s a hand that creeps along the back of your thigh, fingers pressing into the soft skin until he finally guides it upwards, hitched over his hip. The new position has your body curving backwards, tilted over the edge of the couch as he continues crowding closer and closer to you. “Baby,” he whines, and the tone and sudden usage of your favorite nickname wipes the teasing smile off your face. “I missed you so much,” he purrs, in that tone that says he knows he has you under his complete control, all he has to do is take care of you. 

Still, you try to put up some sort of a fight. “I’m sure your eyes were kept entertained in Vegas,” you retort weakly, not even bothering to hide the jealousy in your tone. 

Jungkook laughs, before puckering his lips and smothering you. Instantly, you throw your arms around his broad shoulders to pull him closer. His hair tickles your face from how long it’s gotten, and when you brush it back, collecting it into a makeshift baby ponytail, you can’t even enjoy the sight because Jungkook is pressing his rock hard member against your inner thigh. 

“You think I’m a cheater?” He muses when he finally pulls away, a little entranced by the saliva that coats your lips in a thin sheen. “Couldn’t be even if I wanted to.” Before you can ask what that even means, he’s hauling you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his tiny waist, his cock now cradled between your thighs, right where you want him most. You moan immediately, head lolling backwards at the touch you’d craved for days. “Feel that? No one gets my dick hard like you do, baby.”

Even though his adrenaline is on one hundred, and he’s clearly blinded by his lust, Jungkook still sets you down on the bed like you’re made of glass. Any comments you may have made are smothered by his lips on yours, fingers gripping your waist like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you. When he pulls away, his eyes are dark and his breath is a little heavy where it fans against the lower half of your face. 

“So pretty,” he huffs, rolling his hips against yours. You groan, eyes rolling back as the familiar feeling of your boyfriend between your legs consumes you. Jungkook presses his mouth against the skin of your neck, where the faintest sheen of sweat had begun to form the moment you unlocked the front door. 

If you thought you were loud, the sounds leaving Jungkook’s throat are teetering on the edge between a pornstar and a yodelling-enthusiast. You can’t help the smirk crossing your features. “Are you really gonna come?”

Jungkook was many things, and drama queen was definitely very high on that list. He gives you the most scandalized expression, stopping the movement of his hips to scoff. “As if,” he snorts, but you know that little eyebrow furrow a little too well. 

You snort, reaching down to his sides as you try to discreetly urge him to start up again. “Baby, your jaw is twitching,” you point out, a soft whine leaving your lips when he shifts your leg up. It’s this same sound that has him finally moving again. 

“Yeah, well,” he groans, one hand deathly gripping into your hip now, pressing you down onto the bed so hard you feel the comforter will swallow you up any minute now. “I just got my wisdom teeth removed, ‘member?”

Your retort is briefly cut off by the cry you let out when he ducks down to suck a mark beneath your jaw. “M-Months ago,” you weakly respond, 

Jungkook ignores you in favor of using his Hulk strength to fold you in half, groans borderline animalistic as he grinds his cock into your soaked panties. His jaw is tight like you’d said, but you can tell he’s holding himself back. He hated coming before you, seldom doing it unless it was one of those rare days where he wanted you to pamper him. 

“Fuck,” he grunts, swallowing your pitiful whines before pushing his tongue down your throat. There was something sexy about your boyfriend being so turned on that his saliva production was off the charts. “You’re gonna ask me to do that thing again, aren’t you?” He predicts. 

All you can do is nod, and Jungkook smirks. “Ah,” he says, much like a doctor would, and you comply, mouth wide. You see the muscles beneath his jaw twitch, and a moment later he’s leaning over you with puckered lips, a glob of saliva begging to drip down. 

The moan that catches in your throat has him smiling, tongue peeking out to cut the bridge of saliva that connected the two of you, and you want to tell him you love him, but then he’s raising his eyebrows at you, motioning for you to swallow, so you do. “Absolutely filthy,” he grins, and then returns to thrusting against you. 

As much as you liked to tease him, he’s good at fulfilling the sexual aspects of his boyfriend role, and he guides you to your orgasm moments later. Of course, he does so by toying with your tits just the way you like, lips pressed firmly to yours as you become a boneless heap beneath him. “That’s it, pretty baby,” he murmurs, pressing one final kiss to your lips before he’s shifting back onto his haunches, tugging you closer until the backs of your knees are cradled carefully in his elbows. 

Despite your transcended state, you love watching Jungkook get himself off, and your eyes flutter as you watch him thrust sloppily against your soiled panties. They’re soaked by your own arousal, and had Jungkook’s sweats not been as dark as they were, you’re almost certain you’d see how they stained. 

He comes a moment later, body twitching and fingers tightening against your skin. His chest heaves, head lolling back as he tries to regain his senses. Silence envelopes the room. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You blurt, no longer able to pretend like something isn’t completely wrong. 

Jungkook rolls his neck out, a satisfying crack resounding, as he angles to look at you again. His tongue is poking against his cheek in that cocky way it does sometimes, and he furrows his brows at you. “What?”

You shuffle up onto your elbows, motioning towards him with the vaguest wave possible. He blinks. You groan. 

“What did you do?” You question, and immediately his eyes go wide and shiny in that way they do when you’re reprimanding him and he doesn’t see the wrong in his ways. 

Cute little lips forming a pout he remains as confused. “Nothing? We really just went to fuck around and get drunk—“

“Kook.”

“You don’t actually think I cheated, I thought we were just joking? Unless…” he trails off, doe eyes suddenly filled with fear. “You weren’t?”

“Jungkook—“

He intercepts you, “did you do something while I was gone? Who was he? Or she? Wow,” he huffs to himself in disbelief. “I don’t even know you well enough to know if you’re into more than just men.” The frown on his face is getting deeper with each word he utters and you almost can’t believe how dumb he could be. “No wonder… am I a terrible boyfriend?” He asks, voice louder and more concerned than it’s been all night. 

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” You say, and Jungkook looks just as lost by your response as you are with his. “Because I’m talking about whatever this is,” you explain, reaching up to drag a hand through his dual-colored locks. 

They’d been carefully tucked under his bucket hat when you’d picked him up, a tuft of blonde peeking out from in front of his ear. It wasn’t until he’d tipped you over the side of the couch that it had tumbled off. Of course, at the time, there had been other pressing matters at hand than wondering why your Hannah Montana blonde boyfriend had returned as Todoroki, which is why you’d waited until now to revisit the topic. 

Jungkook doesn’t move for a solid ten seconds. Then, as if processing the emotional episode he’d just given you, he gives you a sheepish smile. It’s one of those smiles where his lips press together thinly and cutely and the apples of his cheeks seem like the squishiest things in the world. “Oh…” he says, voice soft and nothing like the man that spit in your mouth five minutes ago. “You like it?”

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

After Each Midnight Begins A New Day

[3zun fixit extra #2 - I have to stress right away that this has spoilers for upcoming plot points, as in you’ll be able to kind of know where I’m planning to go with at least one aspect of the story. If you want to avoid spoiling the main story for yourself, read part 9 before you read this extra.]

[Masterpost]

[Extra #1]

Nie Huaisang sweeps into Cloud Recesses with little fanfare.

He’s brought a few junior disciples with him who need to get used to traveling as well as two experienced, more seasoned cultivators as a sort of ‘guard’, but other than that he travels lightly. Times are peaceful, after all. He and his two guards can handle anything that might accost them on the way, and they have nothing to be wary of in Cloud Recesses proper.

They’re greeted at the gates by Wei Wuxian, looking cheerful as ever.

“Nie-xiong!” he cries, flinging his arms wide with a grin and Nie Huaisang is quick to snap his fan open to hide his pleased smile. The disciples he’s brought along haven’t yet had a chance to meet anyone who would treat him so flippantly - not that many exist - and he can feel their scandalized glares at Wei Wuxian over his shoulders.

“You can’t greet Sect leaders like that, Wei-gongzi,” Nie Sizhen sighs from her spot just behind his left shoulder, long-suffering as ever, and Wei Wuxian throws his head back to laugh, thoroughly undaunted by her looming presence despite the fact that she’s fully capable of snapping him in half without breaking a sweat.

“I can when your Sect leader is my childhood friend, don’t be so stuffy! Come in, come in! I’ve asked for the best guest rooms to be prepared for you. How was the trip?”

Nie Huaisang steps forward into Wei Wuxian’s one-armed embrace, the other Nie cultivators falling into step behind them as Nie Sizhen begins outlining the few interesting details of their trip. Nothing terribly alarming - reports of a yao, a few hauntings, a water ghoul that they were able to quickly dispatch of on their way; nothing that the Nie couldn’t handle - and Wei Wuxian nods along as he listens.

The conversation lasts them long enough that by the time the report is over and Wei Wuxian’s few questions for more details have been answered, they’re in position to disperse into their separate guest quarters and relax from the trip for the afternoon.

“Oh no no, not you Nie-xiong. You’re coming with me,” Wei Wuxian says easily enough when Nie Huaisang begins to pull away but there’s a glint in his eye hinting at something further below the surface.

“Aiyo Wei-xiong,” he whines - his first words since setting foot in Cloud Recesses. He would never admit to the cause being a desire to escape Wei Wuxian’s immediate attention, but, well...it wasn’t not that reason either. “I’m tired, can’t it wait until after I’ve had a nice nap?”

“Nope! Come on, come on,” Wei Wuxian teases, ushering him down the hall with ease. “I’ve got wine, you know, and some of those osthmanthus cakes you like.”

“Bribery,” Nie Huaisang replies in open approval with another smile behind his fan. “Alright fine, but you don’t get to eat any of the cakes.”

“We’ll see about that!” Wei Wuxian’s laugh rings through Cloud Recesses as they take the quickest path to the Jingshi, the one that cuts straight through the pavilions of classrooms full of students. None of the adults walking serenely through their home even flinch at the sudden disruption of the quiet atmosphere. Wei Wuxian babbles about nothing much at all as they walk through his home, his chatter loud and familiar.

Anyone who didn’t know him well would miss the edge of tension underneath it without missing a beat.

They reach the Jingshi but Wei Wuxian only stops to pick up a basket from the porch before gesturing for him to follow again to lead him to a path - the entrance of which is tucked away at the side of the house - that stretches back into the forest behind it. He eyes it a bit warily and distracts the eye away from studying his face too closely with an artful snap of his fan to shut it and gesture in the direction of the path.

“Does this go all the way to the back hill?” he asks, not really caring about the answer, just aiming to stall. What’s alarming is that a couple of days ago he had received a letter from Wei Wuxian entirely out of the blue. A letter full of thinly veiled threats, to his surprise, and now the author of said threatening letter is taking him into the woods while Nie Huaisang’s own cultivators are all the way back in the guest pavilion resting. Not that he can’t defend himself, of course, but Wei Wuxian is of a completely different caliber than...well, anybody but the Twin Jades. He feels it’s perfectly valid to feel a bit alarmed.

“Nah, just a little ways into the forest where we keep the rabbit hutches. A-Xiao is in bed with a bit of a fever going through the student dormitories and Lan Zhan and Madam Lan are tending to him, I don’t want to disturb his rest. Picnic?”

Nie Huaisang taps his fan once on his palm and then takes a confident step forward to fall into step next to his friend. The silence as they walk is all the more stark for Wei Wuxian’s talkativeness on the way to the Jingshi.

“This is supposed to be the part where you tell me why I’m here,” Nie Huaisang observes once they’re stepping into the little clearing teeming with soft white, black, and spotted rabbits. Wei Wuxian’s sharp look at him has him twitching his fan open again to wave it lazily under his own chin to add to his air of innocent nonchalance.

“I wanted to see you, do I need another reason?” Wei Wuxian asks with convincing sincerity.

“Your letter made it seem more urgent than an excuse to see my pretty face,” he teases with another flutter of the fan.

“How dare you accuse me of having ulterior motives, Nie-xiong.” Wei Wuxian’s pout as he steps further into the clearing to plop down with the basket and start pulling things out is almost believable. Nie Huaisang watches him out of the corner of his eye as he ostensibly looks around at the rabbits going about their little lives, hopping around and snuggling together, a few of them munching on grass.

“Come on, sit down. I know you’re tired,” Wei Wuxian calls once he has everything laid out and Nie Huaisang obliges with a quiet sigh behind his fan. At least they’ll be getting this out of the way soon, whatever it is.

“Do you really expect me to believe that you didn’t have a specific reason for wanting to see me, Wei-xiong?” He reaches his free hand out to pluck a cake off the dish and he hides the bite he takes behind his fan, eyes dark and wide as he watches Wei Wuxian over the edge of the silk. “You forget I know you so well.”

“So direct! Where’s the famed delicate touch of Nie-Zongzhu? Is this what you teach all your spies to do? For shame, Nie-xiong, if this is the best you can do it’s a wonder any of your cultivators can actually be at all sneaky.”

“Aiyo! Why shouldn’t I be direct? You know I don’t hide anything from you, Wei-xiong.”

“Don’t you?”

Even the rabbits go momentarily still as tension suddenly blankets the clearing. Nie Huaisang stops the gentle fluttering of his fan and his gaze goes equally sharp as the two childhood friends study each other across the hodge-podge picnic spread between them.

Wei Wuxian breaks it first, shaking out his shoulders a bit before lounging back in the grass to rest on one elbow, a jar of wine in his other hand.

“Er-ge’s not feeling well,” he says idly as if commenting on the weather, the seeming non-sequitur making Nie Huaisang frown ever so slightly.

“Did something happen? Da-ge and san-ge haven’t said anything.” Not that they’re his only sources of information on what’s going on in Cloud Recesses, of course, but they’re his most reliable sources for the relationship between the two of them and Lan Xichen.

“We’re keeping it pretty quiet. But this is where I think you can help.”

“Me? Lan Sect has the best healers out of all of us, and you’ve got Wen Qing near enough to send to for help as well. Why me?”

“He’s being treated by the healers too, don’t worry about that. You don’t even have to see him if you don’t want to, but I’ve got some questions for you. Actually -” Wei Wuxian’s gaze becomes, if possible, even sharper, “I’ll tell the story, and if it makes you recall something you can tell me.”

Nie Huaisang freezes. It’s been a long time since anyone has been able to make him feel like prey, and he certainly doesn’t appreciate the feeling now. But - what he considers one of his greatest virtues is to know when to accept defeat gracefully.

“Oh...I don’t know.” Despite the words and the way he’s ‘shyly’ ducking behind his fan, his tone is sly and he watches triumph flare, bright and hot, across his friend’s face. “I really don’t know.”

“I knew it,” Wei Wuxian breathes and then he laughs, loud and genuine with his head thrown back until his laughter echoes off the bamboo around them like the peals of a bell. It’s...a far cry from the reaction he had expected based on the tone of Wei Wuxian’s letter and his behavior leading up to this point, but he also knows his friend uncommonly well and he knows that there’s truly nothing else to be done in such a situation. So after a moment he joins in, laughing quietly as he collapses the fan to set it on his lap and then leans forward to snag another cake. He breaks a piece off just to have something else to do with his hands.

“Alright, you’ve finally caught me. Be open with me now Wei-xiong,” Nie Huaisang hedges when Wei Wuxian has calmed again and is back to watching him like a hawk. “What’s wrong with er-ge? Why are you so sure I can help?”

“He’s like us.”

Nie Huaisang snorts and makes a joke like he would have in their youth before the reality of that statement sinks in.

“Yeah that’s not news, we all like a good dicking down, what - oh! When did that happen? He certainly hasn’t been like us before now, I would have noticed while he was courting da-ge and san-ge. They’ve all three been blissfully unaware so far.”

“A couple of days before I wrote to you. I sent for you when he started feeling unwell. We can talk about it in a moment though, it’s not an emergency and he’s being very well attended. I want to know when you got here. You were a child when Lan Zhan and I got here, I met you. Even a skilled liar like you can’t pretend to be a four year old that convincingly.”

That draws him up short and he blinks for a long moment as he does the math.

“You came back when you were five? That must have been miserable. Dealing with puberty twice was enough for me, I didn’t need to relive my entire childhood.”

“So when exactly did you come back?”

“The summer we all studied here. I woke up in the middle of the night and I was just..here. 15 years old again, in the guest dormitories.”

“We had already been studying for a while? It was around this time of year?”

“Yes, we were well into our classes. You said er-ge began feeling unwell after a couple of days?” he suddenly asks - it’s been a while since he had ruminated on how his life had suddenly changed one night, or the weeks that had followed, but as he thinks on it it comes back all at once in a burst of clarity.

“Yes. Why?”

“Is he seeing things? Nightmares?”

“Okay, this is going to keep us going in circles. Why don’t you tell me the story and I’ll compare it to what I already know.”

It’s a fair enough request so Nie Huaisang nods and finishes off the little cake in his hands as he gathers his thoughts.

“Before, in our first life - your second life, I guess -, I came to Cloud Recesses to talk to Hanguang-Jun. I wanted...I wanted his advice on Sect business, and I wanted to see if I could see er-ge. I just wanted to talk to him, Wei-xiong, I swear. I knew he was still in seclusion and..not that I think I could have helped, but I figured if he’d been in seclusion for so long then I probably couldn’t hurt him any more than I already had, you know? And maybe I could have helped, I don’t know. Anyway - I was in Caiyi Town, I was going to come up the mountain the next day for my visit, but when I woke up in the middle of the night that night I was already here. It was so strange, but not as strange as waking again in the morning and watching you and Lan Zhan go walking by hand-in-hand as teenagers. I thought I was going mad - you were both so young but he wasn’t keeping you at a distance like when we were actually young, he was already letting you hang all over him. I watched you for half a day and it was like seeing you married as teenagers and I figured you had done...well I didn’t know what exactly, but clearly you had done something.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? This whole time and you’ve known Lan Zhan and I have been..as we are.”

Nie Huaisang picks up his fan again to flick it open to start fanning himself, leaning forward to rest his elbow on his knee as he watches Wei Wuxian.

“It’s not my business,” he replies and he has the pleasure of watching Wei Wuxian’s lips twist in the way that means he’s secretly annoyed but determined not to show it. “I wanted to watch and see what was going on, and after a few months it was clear you had it all well in hand. Though I do appreciate you letting me decide how to handle da-ge and my sect. That was thoughtful of you.”

Wei Wuxian snorts, shakes his head, and chugs a few more mouthfuls of wine.

“It was just supposed to be me and Lan Zhan. This is getting out of hand,” he mutters to himself and Nie Huaisang wonders - as he’s sure Wei Wuxian is wondering as well - if he and Lan Xichen have come along on this...whatever this is, how many others are there out there that they don’t know about yet? “Well go on then, keep going. Tell me what happened that means you know what er-ge is experiencing.”

“It started a few days in,” he says softly, his fan going still as he looks over Wei Wuxian’s shoulder towards the forest. “Nightmares from our old life. I kept dreaming of the night da-ge died. Everything I had to do to take Jin Guangyao down. The world turning on you. Watching A-Cheng become angry and bitter as he withdrew from everyone but Jin Ling. They were so vivid...they weren’t just idle dreams, Wei-xiong. They were memories, and I started having them while I was awake as well. Visions, I suppose. I looked at er-ge one morning at breakfast and he was fine one moment, a happy teenager..and then the next moment he had san-ge’s blood all over him and he was looking at me in horror, like at the temple. He was normal again a moment later and he wasn’t even looking at me but I couldn’t stop it, everything just kept flickering like that. This life, the old one, then back.”

“When did it stop?”

“I really don’t know. Genuinely!” he protests when Wei Wuxian gives him a skeptical look. “I don’t! It was slow, and gradual. I started getting flashes of memories of this life instead, things I had never seen before but they were vivid like the others. And then one day I realized I hadn’t had a vision of any kind in months, and then years, and then I realized when I needed to I could recall anything from this life, and anything from the other as well. It’s like I’ve lived twice, even from before I was 15, though both childhoods are still sort of..murky, I suppose. Equally so, though. I remember da-ge having to take over raising me, and take over the sect, all of that. But this time er-ge came to visit us a lot and he and da-ge would sit close together and flirt, and that didn’t happen last time. I remember both.”

Wei Wuxian takes a deep breath in and another long pull on his wine. “What a mess,” he mutters with a sigh once he’s finished, swiping his sleeve across his mouth.

“Wei-xiong?”

“Mhm?”

“Thank you.” Wei Wuxian looks up at him and Nie Huaisang drops his fan, his pretenses, his walls. He lets Wei Wuxian see the relief in his eyes, and the affection that he has for him as well, this dear friend of his that he’s lost and found again far too many times even for two lifetimes.

“Ah?”

“You gave me da-ge back. A chance to do it again. It might be a mess, but it’s the good kind, and we’ll get it figured it out. We’ve already cleaned up one much larger mess rather thoroughly together, haven’t we? We’ll clean this one up too, if it goes beyond me and er-ge. As it is, I’ve already long settled into it, and I did it without letting on to anybody. Er-ge will be alright.”

“He’s just..he’s been so lost.”

“And I wasn’t?” Nie Huaisang allows a bit of irritation to snap in the back of his voice and that makes Wei Wuxian pause, the jar of wine pressed against his lips for another sip he hasn’t taken yet. “Not all of us had the luxury of disappearing from the world after we all helped Jin Guangyao tear it down around our ears. Some of us were just as lost and alone we had to pick up and carry on anyway. Without revenge, without a target, knowing I’d been neglecting my people for years for a scheme, you think I wasn’t lost when it was all over? My...My brothers, Wei-xiong. I lost all three of my brothers, years apart in a slow torture that I forced myself to have a hand in. You never truly trusted me again. A-Cheng wouldn’t come near me. You think I wasn’t lost?”

“Okay thank gods, that’s better than being thanked,” Wei Wuxian chuckles around the mouth of the jar as he takes another sip. “I know you were lost, Nie-xiong. We all were to varying degrees, that’s why Lan Zhan and I did this in the first place. But you have to understand, we never expected anyone else to be part of it. The fact that you’re here, and Zewu-Jun…”

“Give him some credit. He’s stronger than he seems, and he has plenty of support. It’ll be better when he starts remembering this life, too, don’t forget. Things will settle.”

“Aiyah. Since when do you offer such good reassurance, Nie-xiong? You should visit more.” Wei Wuxian grumbles and Nie Huaisang has to laugh at that, snapping his fan up to cover his face as his eyes perhaps water quite a bit more than the situation outwardly calls for as relief floods through him. He composes himself quickly and lowers the fan again to stop hiding, though he keeps it open just in case.

“You should come see me, Wei-xiong. I do actually run a Sect this time you know, even if da-ge and san-ge help me. You can take some time off from terrorizing the Lans to come terrorize my disciples instead.”

“Hm...I think I’d like that,” Wei Wuxian muses with a bemused sort of smile as he looks up at the clouds scudding their way across the patch of sky visible amongst the bamboo. “The little ducklings you brought with you today looked as scandalized as Lans when I called you Nie-xiong. If they’re all that easy to tease I’ll have lots of fun with them.”

“It’s because they’re terrified of me,” Nie Huaisang says flippantly as he leans forward to take another cake and nibble on it as daintily as he can manage. “And even A-Cheng doesn’t call me anything so familiar in public, you know.”

“Well that’s just because he’s a coward who cares about propriety,” Wei Wuxian replies with a grin. “Not my fault your own husband can’t bear to call you anything but ‘Zhugong’ where others can hear. You’re my Nie-xiong, you always have been, and I’ll address you as such.”

Nie Huaisang has the urge to hide his pleased smile behind his hand, but instead he forces himself to let it show and in doing so earns himself a wink and a toast from Wei Wuxian in response.

[im-weapon]

LAKE + SKIN

I love writing context free porn. In this case, it’s extremely unsanitary but absolutely hilarious sex on a lake.

Having sex in a rowing boat was a terrible idea. Truly, the worst Steve had ever managed to (successfully) persuade Bucky was actually a good idea. In this case he had persuaded Bucky so very thoroughly that Bucky had not only volunteered to drive them to the lake but even used his own good money to rent the boat. And look where it had got him—bent backwards over a gunwale screaming while Steve laughed and held his balls too tight.

“This is the worst,” he cried, grabbing and clinging on to the bow of the little dinghy and trying, with very little success, to get himself into a slightly more dignified position. Unfortunately, Steve was also knuckle deep with three fingers in his ass and every time he squirmed, a combination of tenderness and pleasure kept him from getting much done. “I’m going to drown, Steve, I’m going to drown with three of your huge fucking fingers up my ass!”

Steve merely hiked his thigh up a little more securely and continued to grin and watch his fingers where they plunged in and out in short little thrusts, his t-shirt splashed with enough water to be bordering on obscene. Not as obscene as Bucky probably looked though.

“Please, Steve,” he whined, trying in vain to fit more of his body back inside the boat.

The brutal assault on his prostate let up for about 0.5 seconds when Steve decided that he wanted to bend Bucky over the bench of the boat instead of hanging him halfway into the damn lake. The drier situation was very welcome, though the way he was now required to hold himself up from the boat’s less-than-pristine floor wasn’t quite ideal.

“Look at all this nature,” Steve smacked his ass with a resounding clap, “stunning.”

Bucky bit his lip on a moan of pain and pleasure, “Shhhh, Steve someone’ll hear.” They were floating on a quiet and deserted little bay of the lake right now, but surely people weren’t far off.

“If no one came running with you splashing and squealing the moment I touched your needy little cock, no one’s going to come now, Buck,” Steve spanked him again, and he must have dipped his hand into the water because the cracking sound, the stinging pain and the exquisite sensation of water dribbling down his thighs sent Bucky’s sense straight to sleep.

Cheek pressed to the floor of the boat and every inch of his skin exposed to the open air, Bucky groaned in ecstasy. He felt Steve rub the blunt, hot head of his cock over the wet rim of his hole while several more sharp, wet slaps were laid on his ass. If anyone could see them from the shore, Bucky estimated that he was mostly hidden from view by the sides of the boat, but there was very little ambiguity in the way Steve was kneeling behind him, hands busy. On the other hand, Bucky couldn’t find it much in himself to care how far they drifted into public view at this point, he just wanted Steve’s to fuck him, hard. “C’mon, Stevie,” he wiggled his hips, ignoring the sensation of rough wood against his belly, “put it in me.”

Steve chuckled and then moaned obscenely as his dick sank past Bucky’s rim, sloppy, wet hands everywhere, “All that complaining, but when it comes down to it,” he leaned down until his lips were right against Bucky’s ear, “you’re just a little slut.”

Vaguely, Bucky felt his brain telling him that letting Steve trick him into ‘truth or dare kink bingo’ while they had been quietly sitting at home on a Tuesday had been a terrible idea. But it was a very distant part of his brain and it was only a very weak thought, because most of his energy was going into pushing back on Steve’s hips as he got pounded until the boat was rocking wildly and their combined obscenities were enough to set a flock of ducks quacking in competition.

By the time Bucky had got the floor of the boat extremely dirty with his come, Steve was panting and mouthing kisses at his neck, his release all fucked out and his huge, bulky body exuding so much heat that Bucky thought he might just fall asleep with all the gentle rocking.

“Before I get up, you better look around, thoroughly, and tell me no one saw that,” he mumbled into his arm.

Steve peeled himself off Bucky’s sweaty back, “I don’t see anyone, but honestly, what would you do it someone did, huh? Pretend I was swabbing the deck?” he laughed loudly at his own joke.

Bucky slowly pushed himself upright and looked around to confirm that they were still floating in their little secluded cove, and there were no shocked or horrified faces anywhere. He turned to look at Steve, who was infuriatingly calm and collected, mostly looking like he was preparing to enter a wet t-shirt competition, buckling up his jeans and pushing his floppy blonde hair back into place. Bucky meanwhile, was naked, probably covered in dirt from the floor of the boat, sopping wet and dribbling come all over the seat.

“I will end you, Rogers,” he grabbed his clothes and tried to put them all on at once.

Steve watched him with an infuriatingly fond glint in his eye. “I didn’t write ‘being ended’ on my bingo card, sweet thing, but maybe I’ll let you anyway. You did just give me the ride of my life on this lake, after all.”

Well, what was Bucky supposed to do but kiss him after that?

FOR @SILVIAETC_

[thestarsaroundyourscars]

110 - 111 with Reddie for the smut prompts ? :)

110. “Do you think they can hear us through the tent?”

111. “Yes we can.”

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NSFW

The camping trip was Mike's idea. 

This time instead of making six different phone calls, he pitched the idea in their recently created group chat. 

That was how, almost a year after defeating It, the losers got together again. This time to spend a weekend in the middle of the woods, sleeping in tents and singing Kumbaya around a bonfire. 

Or at least, that’s what Richie was picturing.

Bill, Ben and Bev didn’t need much convincing. The first one, because he would say yes to anything Mike said and the other two, because they were the type of people who were always ready for an adventure. As if fighting a fucking spider clown wasn't enough adventure to last them a lifetime. 

Stan had agreed for the bird watching potential but had to cancel, with Patty so close to her due date he didn't want to leave her alone. 

Surprisingly, Eddie had agreed rather quickly, probably due to his new therapist. He was doing so much better with her help and the fact that he was willing to spend three days in the wilderness surrounded by mosquitoes, bears and no real toilets was proof of that. 

Richie was happy for Eddie. He couldn't possibly feel more proud, but he really wished Eddie was on his side for this, because then Richie wouldn't be the only one opposed to the idea. He pointed out that a bunch of forty year olds with back problems sleeping on the floor was a terrible idea, but even then no one backed out. Eddie even threatened to withhold sex for a month if Richie didn't come with them. 

So of course Richie reluctantly agreed.

But now he was wondering if it was worth it. 

(Of course sex with Eddie was worth it, but right now Richie had mosquito bites all over him, including places he didn't think a mosquito could reach. He was cold from falling on the lake after he stepped on a faulty rock. And he was pretty sure every muscle in his body ached from the short walk there.)

"I have some calamine. It will help with the itch." Eddie said, ducking his head to enter their tent where Richie was wrapped up like a burrito inside his sleeping bag, trying to warm up. Eddie pursed his lips.  "But I'm gonna need you to get out of there and out of your clothes to put it on you."

"You just want to get me naked." Richie said through gritted teeth, he had finally managed to get them to stop chattering from the cold. 

Eddie smirked, closing the flap behind him. "You caught me." He said, kneeling next to him. "All those hives are really doing it for me." 

Richie snorted, reluctantly exiting his warm cocoon. "Don't joke about that Eds, right now sex is the only thing that could turn this trip around."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Come on, you big cry baby." He said, uncapping the calamine and applying some on every mosquito bite. Richie sighed in relief, feeling the itch beginning to disappear. Having Eddie's hands on him was also helping him with the cold, his body conditioned to heat up under his touch. "Feeling better?"

Richie nodded, relaxing when the need to scratch his skin off was gone. Eddie put the little bottle aside before returning his hands to Richie’s body, applying more pressure to his touch and relieving some of the ache on Richie’s muscles.

"Yes, fuck. That feels good." 

"I can't believe you're sore. We didn't even walk a mile." Eddie chuckled, running his hands up and down Richie's body, kneading his muscles and eliciting groans of pleasure from him. 

"I'm not like you Eds. I don't run every morning. I'm not ripped. I'm⎯ oh." His words were cut off by a moan when Eddie's fingers brushed over Richie's nipple. "I'm⎯ I'm getting a little worked up here, Eds." He said with a breathy laugh, feeling his dick start to harden in his pants. 

Eddie bit down on his lower lip, a half smirk curling at his lips. Richie noticed his eyes were slightly hooded and fixed on Richie’s rapidly growing erection. "I know, I thought I’d help you relieve some of the tension." He winked, moving to straddle Richie's legs, leaning forward to work on his chest. This time he brushed over Richie's nipples on purpose. 

"Oh fuck, okay." 

Eddie shushed him. "Just relax Rich. I'll take care of you." 

Richie bit down a whine. Eddie's hands moved lower, until they reached the hem of his shirt. He bunched it up under Richie's armpits and racked his fingernails down the exposed skin. Richie had to bite down on his fist to keep from shouting as pleasure shot through his spine. Eddie's fingers played with the hair on his chest, scratching and pulling. Richie was practically writhing by the time Eddie was undoing the cord of Richie's sweatpants. 

He palmed him through the fabric and Richie push his hips off the floor, hoping to get more pressure.

"Eddie, please." He whined, squeezing Eddie's thigh. "Touch me."

With a devious smile, Eddie dragged down Richie’s pants and underwear, just enough to expose his dick. The cold air hit his heated skin and he shuddered. Then Eddie was wrapping his hand around him, giving Richie a few strokes.

"Oh fuck. Holy shit." Richie groaned, pushing his hips up desperately but Eddie held him down, setting a slow, torturous pace. After only a few strokes, Richie was writhing. He had long since stopped feeling embarrassed for how fast Eddie was able to drive him to the edge. "Please Eds, I wanna come."

Eddie shook his head, running his thumb over the slit. "Not until you're inside me." 

Richie's breath caught in his throat, eyes widening behind his glasses. Richie didn’t think he would get to have sex with Eddie on this trip. And when Eddie started touching him and feeling him up earlier, he thought all he would be getting was a handjob. He never imagined he would get to fuck Eddie tonight. Suddenly, all thoughts about aching muscles and mosquito bites were gone. 

"Don't worry. I'll do all the work, you lazy ass." Eddie smirked, reaching for his toiletry bag. Richie let out a whimper when he let go of his dick to rummage inside. He wanted to grab Eddie's hand and put it back on him but he knew they would need the supplies, so he waited.

Eddie fished out a condom, a bottle of lube and wet wipes. Richie let out a snort, "I wouldn't have given you so much shit about bringing a toiletry bag to the woods if I knew what was in it." Eddie sent him a look while shucking off his sleeping shorts. Richie grinned. "I would've given you shit for bringing a fucking sex kit, instead."

"Shut up." Eddie snapped with no heat. He squirted lube on his fingers and Richie watched as his hand disappeared behind him. "I like to be prepared."

"Prepared to be dicked down?" Richie asked, reaching up to hold Eddie's hips and help him keep his balance.

"Shut the fuck⎯ ah!" Eddie moaned, mouth falling open. Richie couldn't see what Eddie was doing but he could see his arm moving and that was enough to imagine Eddie's fingers disappearing inside of him, having seen it before. "Fuck Rich, I'm still⎯ ah. I'm still stretched from this morning." He gasped, fingers speeding up. 

Richie had fucked him that morning before leaving, bending Eddie over the back of the couch. It was hard and fast because they didn't have much time before Bill picked them up. Eddie was probably sore and more than a little sensitive but based on his blissed out expression as he fucked himself on his fingers, he was loving it. 

"Fuck Eds, you look so hot." Richie groaned, running his thumbs over Eddie's hip bones eliciting a moan from him. "Yeah baby, hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."

"Richie." Eddie whined, Richie's voice going straight to his cock, bobbing up and down between his legs as he fucked himself on his fingers. "Fuck fuck fuck. Grab the condom. I'm ready." He said, panting heavily.

Richie grabbed the condom, hearing the urgency on Eddie's voice. He ripped it open and rolled it on himself, hissing when his hand touched his dick. Eddie had pulled out his fingers and was pouring lube over Richie, giving him a few teasing strokes. He positioned himself over him but before he could lower himself on his dick, he leaned forward to kiss him.

Richie moaned against his lips, mouth parting to slide his tongue with Eddie's. It was wet and sloppy and it sent a spark of pleasure straight to Richie's dick.

Eddie pulled back, grinning and Richie watched in adoration as he lowered himself on his cock, head falling back with a breathy moan when he bottomed out. 

"Eds jesus christ, you feel so good." He groaned, grabbing onto Eddie's hips with a bruising grip. 

Eddie hummed, eyes closed and face scrunched up as he focused on getting used to the feeling. He started to slowly roll his hips and Richie had to bite down on his lower lip so he wouldn't cry out.

"Fuck Rich. I love how you feel inside me. So good, shit." 

Richie keened at the praise, unable to stop himself from arching up. The movement made Eddie gasp and spurred him into action, he braced himself against Richie's chest and pushed himself up until only the head of Richie's cock was inside him and then pushed down. He did it repeatedly, setting a fast and brutal pace. 

Despite what Eddie said, Richie did some of the work, planting his heels on the floor to push his hips up when Eddie pushed down. Soon, his legs were killing him and there was a dull ache on his back but Eddie's breathy little ah ah ah's had him pushing through the pain.

"I'm close, I'm fucking close Eds." Richie cried, heat burning and fizzing in his stomach. 

Eddie nodded, picking up the pace. "Me too Rich, fuck. Touch me, please."

Richie wrapped one of his hands around Eddie's cock, hard and throbbing. The contact made him cry out, it was the first time either of them touched it since they started this. It was a loud sound, they had long since forgotten they should be trying to keep quiet. After all, the others were not that far.

"I think we're being too loud." Richie said, panting.

"What?" Eddie asked, distracted. He was too focused on bouncing on Richie's dick like his life depended on it. "Faster Richie, come on."

Richie nodded, stroking Eddie faster and pushing his hips up harder, aiming for his prostate. "We're being fucking loud. Do you think they can hear us through the tent?"

Eddie moaned when Richie circled the head of his dick with his thumb, his answer dying in his throat.

But Bill shouting "Yes we can" was really all the answer they needed.

"Big Bill, you perv!" Richie shouted with a laugh.

Eddie slapped him on the chest. "Focus, Richie." Either he didn't realize their friends could hear them having sex or he didn't care. "I'm so fucking close."

"I got you baby." Richie said, his friends disappearing from his mind. He tightened his hand around Eddie, moving faster. Eddie keened loudly. "That's it Eds, come on."

"Fuck Richie. Fuck!" He moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he exploded all over Richie's hand. 

He continued moving his hips, clenching around Richie. "Eds oh my god, you're so⎯ fuck!" He couldn't form words, so close to the edge that he could feel his toes curling. 

Eddie pushed his hand away from him, leaning forward to place open mouthed kisses on Richie’s chest, hips still moving. "Come for me, Rich." He whispered and when he bit down on Richie's nipple it was like an electric shock going through his body and Richie was coming, emptying himself in the condom, inside Eddie.

They stayed like that, Richie sprawled out on the floor and Eddie's head against his chest while they got their breathing under control. Richie ran his hand through Eddie's sweaty hair distractedly.

"That better be your clean hand." Eddie muttered after a few seconds of silence. 

Richie snorted. "Of course it is. I value my life, you know." 

Eddie lifted his head, smiling softly at Richie in his post orgasmic haze. When he reached over for a wet wipe he groaned, feeling Richie slip out of him. They cleaned up as best as they could but Eddie still wrinkled his nose when he laid down next to Richie, on top of his sleeping bag. 

"I need a fucking shower." He said, glaring at the ceiling. 

“Sorry we’re out of those.”

Eddie pushed him lightly with a snort. “I feel gross.”

"You? I'm covered in sweat and fucking calamine."

Eddie chuckled. "We didn't think this through." 

"Yeah dude, for a risk analyst you fucking suck at your job Eds." 

"I was trying to make you feel better, asshole." 

"I know, I know and you did." Richie said, rolling onto his side and throwing an arm over Eddie. "But just so you know, I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow. I'm too fucking old to have sex on the ground. I'm pretty sure you made me throw my back out."

Eddie let out a snort, turning his head to kiss Richie's temple. "You're a whiny bitch you know that right?" 

"We all know that now!" Bill shouted, voice slightly manic. "We know more about you two than we ever wanted to!"

Richie snorted, Eddie covered his face with his hands, embarrassed. "Go to sleep Bill!" He could picture his friend flipping him off in the dark. 

"They're so going to make fun of us tomorrow." Eddie groaned, careful to keep his voice low. 

"Definitely. We should totally hide in here for the rest of the weekend." Richie said, moving closer to Eddie. "Safe from the mosquitoes and our friends."

Eddie laughed, tangling their legs together. "I like that plan."

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[thepilgrimofwar]

Business as Usual

The note was small, plain, the wax seal of the Crows the only thing that hinted at the true depth of the words within.

If I was you, I would search for new pockets and keep those not-expendable outside the walls.

“Now we wait. Not for a reply, but for what he does. Alynne, I want you and your team to watch the manor, make note of their patrols, number of guards, the usual. I want to know exactly what he does. Tyrelius isn’t stupid, but from what I hear he might be one of those honourable sorts, so we might have to do this the hard way.” Garris waved their sniper off as she sighed and took her leave, grumbling about having to miss the action. 

Running a hand over the stubble on his chin, he turned to the three other women and the lad around the table with him, briefly contemplating making a harem joke and deciding against it, figuring that at least two of them might attempt a stabbing. 

“Right. Elithys, that was your name wasn’t it? Once we figure out where’s the best point of entry, I want you to get us in. Preferably without alerting everyone in a five mile radius with a big fucking sign-” he lifted a finger when she opened her mouth to question him, “Your predecessor. Don’t ask.”

“Oookay then,” Elithys lilted, figuring it was best to let sleeping dogs lie. “But I hear you, I’ll get us in. Silently at that.”

Standing, he smoothed out the rather poor map on the table, more of a scribble really, hastily drawn by Solendis when it emerged that all the blueprints were kept in Kearn, far out of their reach. “If Tyrelius withdraws, we go by the fastest route possible, directly to what's-his-nut’s chambers. If not, blow up the garrison and we’ll deal with whoever survives that. Snatch and grab, though if Lirelle’s right more of snatch and shove. Might be the most exercise he’s had in a century.”

Vissehn leaned against the table, head canted as he watched Garris take point in the operation. The man was very chatty, a characteristic that endeared him greatly to the equally-chatty Hawk. Curling his lip as he listened to the plan, he tapped the parchment. “Oi, and where’s that leave me’n Our Lady of Carrion? Don’t leave me hanging.” He waggled his eyebrows, but there an actual focus to him that had been absent at the warplanning.

To be fair, he also looked more the part, out of the ill-fitting finery he had tried to wear out of politeness sake and back in his Hawk uniform; the crimson and cream suited him far better, and despite its bright colors, seemed to actually help the lad blend in. He could be any one of the many Hawks that made their way into this part of the kingdom, and nothing about him gave indication to his prowess at combat-- or his allegiances.

Garris swung over to face Vissehn, raising an eyebrow at Lirelle along the way as if to question where she had picked up the urchin. “We’re doing all the heavy lifting. One explosion isn’t going to take out all the mercs in there, and whatever house guards the man has. The ones on patrol or in the toilets will come running, although,” he scratched his chin, “We’re recruiting. Might be worth a shot, save a bit of blood on both sides even.”

He eyed the boy, even though anyone associated with Lirelle was able to hold their own like as not, he was just that, a boy. “Is there something in particular you’d like to do in this? You look fast, you reckon you could get inside and make sure that he’s safely stuck in his chambers until we collect?”

“I can get in anywhere.” Vissehn boasted, tossing his tousled hair out of his eyes. “I can get in, check the chambers, keep him there if necessary.” He scratched one finger over the hastily drawn map. “My issue is, do we know if he’s got his lads in the ROOM with him? If he’s got muscle in his bed, I dunno, whackin off, I’m gonna be in a sight more trouble than if he’s fondling his cock solo.”

There is a pause around the table as the four adults take a moment to fully digest what the youth was saying before loud laughter breaks out, Lirelle’s impassive visage even twisting into some semblance of a grin. 

“I’ll go with you, don’t you worry dear. I’ll have a look round the door first so you don’t have to see anything improper, hm?” The blonde lady next to him spoke up, justling him lightly with her elbow. She followed her gentle words with a smile, genuine and soft, looking so out of place amongst the present company. “I’m Seria, my apologies for forgetting about introductions.”

“Nice t’meetcha, I’m Fish!” His voice was bright. “Or, Vissehn. But I earned Fish fair and square so I’m fond of it. An’ no worries about impropriety, I doled out mail in the Big City. I seen more flaccid dicks and magically pert tits than a brothel.” The laughter seemed to inflate the youth, and his smile was bigger and his pose jauntier than before. Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, he looked around the table. “Anyrate, nice meetin ya Seria, I foresee a blessed future for us in kidnapping fat men.”

Looking around the table, he slid a hand towards the map. “Any of you lot know the servantry in this heap? They’ll be the ones what know which ways the Lord’s likely to duck out if he senses the noose tightening, and are usually willing to part with that information nice like if you show them the door out of the mess afore it starts.”

“Well Fish,” begins Seria, “Normally I’d be the one to do that, but someone decided that our schedule was two days.” She flashes him a smile before turning to cuff Lirelle, the gesture full of almost sisterly affection. 

“If I know anything about Garris, this is going to be right in the dead of night, and if our new recruit is as good as her reputation, he’ll barely have time to wake up, let alone try to slip out. Alynne and hers will have eyes on any exits from the manor anyway, and I’ve not seen her miss a shot. It’s a good suggestion though, if you ever want to do more than delivering letters you can come work with me, people with a quick mind are sometimes hard to come by.”

Elithys pulled her ears back. “I’ll let my work speak for itself when the time comes,” she says, looking at Vissehn. “But no complaints so far, if you’re considering it. The pay is good and the company is colourful.”

Vissehn grinned at the offer, swelled ego growing. “Well, I promised m’self to a little lordling for a space, but if’n he tires of me-- which he will afore long-- who know, I could kill kings for a time.” He scratched his throat consideringly before lifting his hands.

“You lot are the experts; I’ll do my part as best I may, and we’ll see this done yeah?” His gaze slid over each of the others, their certainty and casual professionalism leaving him without doubts. “Point yer Fish where it oughta swim and I’ll get there for ya.”

“Well, if we’re all up to speed on what we’re getting up to, make sure whoever you’re bringing with you is caught up as well. Once Alynne sends word, we move that night. We just need the way through the mountains from Lirelle’s other-” He cuts off as the door is flung open, the mess of brown curls now clothed in the colours of the Emberglades and not the peasant garb she had snuck in with.

“Everyone’s looking at me, did you all miss me that much?” With a cheery smile, Aravel made her way to the table, sweeping Garris’ map away and laying down her own and tapping on a spot behind the manor. “I talked to the others, there’s a tunnel that can spit you out right here. We have to start from inside Dawnveil itself, so I’d suggest we make our way there now and wait at the closest outpost. I’ll have to change again, so you all best appreciate the sacrifices I’m making for this. Guardians’ll be happy for the company, but they won’t ask too many questions. I will warn you that it’s a hard walk in the tunnels, especially the ones on their side. Always watch the person in front and the person behind, don’t make us hunt for stragglers. Me and Derrel will take you through and wait for your return. Sound good?”

As the rest of them murmured their assent, Garris leaned over to Vissehn, raising an eyebrow and stage whispering, “See, if you join us, you get to collect your very own harem. Perks of the job.” Immediately after the words left his mouth he cringed away, prepared for the inevitable retribution to follow. 

And it did, first from the deceptively gentle woman, who flicked the tip of his ear, the snap of the impact followed by another one as Lirelle made contact with his shin. Aravel looked put out for a moment, then gave in to the joke after deciding that he wasn’t serious, and even Elithys managed to get an elbow in his ribs, before bursting out in laughter despite herself.

Vissehn glanced up at Garris as he was soundly reprimanded for his comment, and the wryness of his smile was matched only by the wicked gleam in his eye. “I’ll keep it in mind, looks like ye get all the best pleasures outa life with this pack of damsels.” He wagged his brow at them. “Every one of ye as delicate as a snowdrop, right?”

If it wouldn’t have ruined every part of who he was and had been, he would have added that Garris was still the only thing with a cock in the room. But even his terrible humor had to be overruled by the sheer desire to survive, and that’s what the mask-- gender-- was.

“But I gotcha, keep up with the herd and don’t wander off fer the wolves to pick off. I think I follow.”

The bickering group of them might as well have been the same age as the boy, for all they were behaving. It was at odds with what they were perhaps, more suited to a tavern than a discussion amongst professional killers. Aravel retrieved her map from the table, folding it up and tucking it into her belt. She leaned down to ruffle Vissehn’s hair on the way out. “Get your things packed and be back here when you’re ready. Wear something inconspicuous, we’ll be passing off as some of the last merchants into Dawnveil. I haven’t worked with that lot before, but from what I’ve heard from Lirelle, they’re the ones that’ll win this thing for us.”

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@retributionpriest @stormandozone

[younghosbitch]

my hero-jaemin x reader

future avengers mcu au || fluff || super hero!jaemin + super hero!reader || warnings: some blood and injury

note: these are the avengers of the future in relation to the current cannon of the mcu (meaning only phases 1-3 as i'm writing this). the reader is the grand daughter of quicksilver (he survived in this universe), and jaemin is not related to any of the original avengers. peter parker is well into adulthood (about tony stark's age) at this point and is the leader of the avengers. there is a new avengers tower at this point, which all the avengers live in. jaemin IS from south korea in this universe, you're from an english speaking country (or can just speak english fluently, where the reader is from isn't mentioned). for no reason other than convenience, jaemin is fluent in english. I also tried to base all other avengers not previously in the mcu on existing marvel comics characters!

"quicksilver, on your left!" your leader shouted into his ear piece. "mr. parker-" you started, getting cut off by a skrull attacking you. "i appreciate the help, but uh-" another swing at you. "you shouting at me is pretty-pretty distracting-" another. "i can hear you, you're in my ear!" ironic that you shouted into his ear, but hey, you'd just been chucked a good fourty feet by an attacker, this was different.

"you alright there, quicksilver?" and despite trying to avoid getting stabbed, the name brought a smile to your face. after being recruited into the avengers by peter parker, ypu assumed the super hero identity of your grandfather, someone whom your aunt loved to tell funny stories about whenever something sparked a memory.

"yeah, mr. parker, i'm alright, sorry about that," you replied to him hastily, stabbing an enemy quickly. "it's alright, kiddo, behind you!" you ducked, planting your hands firmly on the ground in front of you before swinging your legs under and behind you, effectively tripping the nasty skrull attacking you.

"nice moves," one of your mission mates-another avenger, sean cassidy-commented, having seen your defensive maneuver.

"i don't want to hear it right now, cassidy!" you shouted, struggling to push a pending stab away from your body. "who's yelling now?" snickered another misson partner of yours-nico minoru-under her breath. "yeah, last time i checked, that was my job, (y/l/n)," sean commented.

"leave it," you heard peter warn over the intercom, which effectively shut the three of you up. you loved sean and nico, they were great, but they just loved making fun of you over the dumbest of things simply because you were in high school still. well, you and jaemin, who was currently still at the avengers tower, not allowed on this particular mission.

you watched nico struggling with some skrulls, and as you tried to get over to help, a sickening blow to your back knocked you onto your stomach and stole the breath from your lungs. it was getting very difficult to breathe, espescially since the dust from the ground was right in your face now. you heaved into your suits intercom scratchily once you attempted to flip yourself over or get up-anything that wouldn't leave you as vulnerable as being face-down in the dirt.

but somebody beat you to it, rolling you over with sevral harsh kicks to your already sensetive side. it was a skrull. you could tell he was the leader of this raid by the slight alterations in his clothing, and you immediately began to panic. "you humans just fall so easily when others are in danger," the thing scoffed at you. "empathy i believe you call it. pathetic,"

you realize all too late anna wasn't even in any danger, it was a skrull posing as her. "you bitch," you spat at the alien towering over your still heaving frame. "as if you've the right to pretend to be nico-the sister grimm. you wish," but the creature just laughed, pulling out some weapon you didn't even want to know the name of and pointing it right between your eyebrows.

you crossed your eyes trying to look at it, feeling the cold metal of the object touch your hot and sweaty face. "a little help maybe?" you murmured into your intercom. "i'm about to have my brains turned to jelly, and i'm still a virgin, damnit, somebody come get this dollar tree beast boy away from me before i come to haunt your sex lives for the rest of eternity," you complained quietly.

you could feel the weapon charging up whatever the hell it was going to shoot, and your eyes widened. you were only half-joking before, but being a cock-block for sean cassidy was looking more and more realistic of an option as you felt the heat of the weapons ammunition preparing to put a hole in your head. as well as a hole in the surrounding area. this really could be anything about to pop out of this thing.

just as you heard the noise of the blast, you really did think you were done for, but you didn't see any pearly gates or fiery tombs, so what gives? you slowly opened your eyes, just to be met with the face of none other than avengers leader peter parker standing over you. "did you die too?" you ask stupidly, causing the older man to shake his head as he leaned down to scoop you up in his arms. "we're heading home, kiddo," he told you simply.

as his bare hand made contact with your arm, you flinched, feeling mild discomfort quickly and strangely morph into terrible, awful sharp pain. you felt hot tears roll across your face, letting out heavy sobs and pleads. "i- what happened mr. parker?" you choked out. "it hurts so bad, i-i want it to go away. make it go away please,"

you were hit with a rush of cold air as you entered the ship, the coolness of your metal seat soothing the pain ever so slightly. "is my arm still there?" you asked, terrified. "yeah, but by the time i got to you, there was no stopping the blast. you were shot in the arm, and it probably hurts so bad because we don't know what he shot at you. you're gonna be okay, alright? morgan is gonna take a look at it, bub, everything is fine," peter tried to soothe you, but your sobs continued.

"it hurts so so bad, please," you understood fully well there was nothing to be done, but you really were in such pain to the point that's all you could do; beg. beg for anybody who could fix it to just stop being a dick and make it stop hurting. you felt a hand grasp yours. "you're alright kid," it was sean. he was never one to soothe, (refer to the time you found out you'd been cheated on by a boyfriend, to which his response had been 'at least you're single now') but his larger hand engulfing yours calmed your nerves, even if just slightly.

-

you staggered into the avengers tower, and the happy rest of the team who was waiting eagerly to greet you with smiling faces immediately began asking questions. your eyes searched for jaemin, your boyfriend, but he was nowhere to be found in the small group of avengers.

"jaemin, where's jaemin?" you started questioning, panicked almost. "morgan is taking a look at you now, he can wait," nico scolded, and you had no choice but to give in, the still mind-numbing pain in your arm taking all of your attention.

-

after a lengthy procedure you were asleep for and your arm getting put in some fancy sling, you were finally allowed to go find jaemin-or rather jaemin was finally allowed to come in and see you after waiting right outside the door the entire time morgan and shuri were working on you. "(y/n) ! hey are you okay?" he looked at morgan, "is she okay?" "chill out kid," morgan told him, even though she knew he really couldn't do that when his girlfriend was all bruised up, barely awake on some freaky operating table.

"she'll be okay," shuri told him, making sure to look him in the eyes. he nodded and let out a massive breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in the first place. the minute he'd heard you'd been badly injured, he had rushed to where you were and jumped to conclusions about how badly you would be affected.

"in case you're still worried," morgan began. "the worst she'll have is a sick battle scar, she really is okay," jaemin just nodded. "take her back to her room and help her with the small wounds, yeah? we didn't wanna mess with them just in case," which is shuri's way of saying 'we love her but we didn't want to do any extra work'.

as soon as you woke up a bit more, jaemin took you to your room where he finally got the chance to pepper your face in little kisses. "you're not ever leaving to anywhere ever for anything," he pouted into your hair as he hugged you. "except for your bed so i can clean you up and so you can sleep," you rolled your eyes and sat, to which jaemin pulled up your rolly-chair and began cleaning up your face of dirt with warm water and a wash cloth.

"does it hurt?" he asked you softly. "no, baby," you told him, smiling as a signal for him to continue. he brought out the alcohol and seperate cloth, and once he began dabbing your wounds with the disinfectant, you winced and flinched. "am i hurting you?" he asked worriedly, to which you simply shool your head.

a few minutes later and your face was all cleaned up. "just don't wear makeup until they all heal," he reminded you. "not that you need it, that is," you giggled in response to his sweet compliment. "thank you for cleaning me up, jae," you said, grabbing his face with your good hand.

"of course," he responded as he kissed your forehead. "you're my hero."

[admiralty-xfd]

manu ad coxas

Mulder POV after Scully asks him to father her child.

She wants to have my baby.

That’s what Scully said, in so many words. “Mulder, be the father of my child, if you wouldn’t mind.” What does this mean? What does she even want it to mean? Does it mean anything, really?

She’s driving away from me in the FBI parking garage, wheels on pavement, squealing around corners. I really can’t quite process what’s just happened.

I know she wants to be a mother. It was refreshing when she told me about her infertility; rather than the typical “I’m fine, Mulder,” brush-off, she let me in. It’s only occurring to me now how serious she must have been about wanting children,  to circle back on that terrible truth; to put herself through hearing that all over again.

If I’m being completely honest with myself, I’ve tried to forget the information I’d learned about her infertility. It was just one more thing I felt responsible for, one more thing I blame myself for.

But now it’s coming back into my life again, at the speed of light.

“Mulder, I’m asking you to be the donor. If that’s something you’d… consider.”

I’ve never really wanted children. It’s never really crossed my mind as a priority. Diana never wanted children either when we were together so it wasn’t something we discussed, and without a partner in the picture it’s not something I’d have come up with on my own.

But a strange sensation is coming over me right now as I stand alone in this parking garage, her presence fading away into the ether, her perfume lingering around my head: a real desire to have a baby with Scully. I can still hear her car exiting the garage and I already know I’m going to do this for her.

I would do anything for her.

I suspect she knows this about me. Why else would she have asked me to do this? Did she think ‘no’ would even enter my mind?

It’s unfathomable to imagine Scully giving birth to a child that isn’t half hers and half mine. More unfathomable than Big Blue, or a white whale.

More unfathomable than imagining her with some other man, any other man.

If I say no, who then would get to mix up their genetic material with hers? Some stranger chosen with the harsh touch of an index finger on the page of a repurposed trapper-keeper? Some menu of traits Scully would sit and leaf through, looking at face after face of men who would give her a baby but not a second of their time?

I slowly start to walk to my own car, deep in thought. My mind races to the future, images of Scully cradling a baby, smelling a baby, kissing a baby. I can’t see myself at all in these images. I’ve never imagined such a thing in my life. But I can see her, and she’s glowing. She’s happy. Thoughts of abductions and serial killers and conspiracies and cancer are far from her in this picture. It’s what I want for her, truly.

As for me? I don’t know. I don’t even know what she wants me to be. Just a donor? Or… a father?

A father. Jesus. I haven’t even had a chance to prove myself to Scully as a romantic partner, a lover. A boyfriend. A husband. Does she even want any of that with me? Could she? For fuck’s sake, I haven’t even kissed her. She’s off limits to me in that capacity, at least that’s where I feel like we are right now. Trusting me with her child seems like such a leap.

What if she asks me to help her raise this child? Can I do that? Am I even capable? Why would she want someone with as fucked up a family history as mine to help her do this? No one would ask me. I wouldn't ask me.

But she did.

I’m not trying to talk myself out of doing this. Regardless of what our future holds, she needs me right now. And I would never deny her anything. I just want to curse the gods for putting us in this situation in the first place. This isn’t how this is supposed to happen, not for her. She shouldn’t be forced to awkwardly ask her best friend to do this with her. She should be comfortable. Comfortable asking the man she loves to do this with her.

Whomever that may be.

Have I gotten in the way of that? Is she asking me because she has no other choice? Or could she conceivably be asking me because she loves me? It’s gotten me thinking, really thinking about the possibility I could be that man for her.

I do know I love her. More than anything. I’m going to tell her again, you know, eventually. It didn’t really take the first time. Time travel, luxury liners, morphine, hospital beds. She didn’t believe me then. But now, when I do tell her… will she assume it’s just because I think it’s what she wants to hear? Because now we’re going to be having a baby together?

Suddenly I’m so frustrated I scream, loudly and piercingly in the cavern of this parking garage. I can’t tell her I love her now, she’d suspect an ulterior motive.

What do I do? What do I do?

A couple agents walking to their cars hear me and glance in my direction.

“Sorry,” I say, lifting my hand in acknowledgment. Heads shake, eyes roll. Crazy Spooky Mulder again.

Where the fuck is my car? I can’t remember where I parked. I honestly can’t remember. I don’t think I’m in a state of mind to drive even if I could find it.

Fuck it. I pull my coat up around my neck and walk. I walk and walk and walk. My feet carry me out onto the sidewalk and past the Freedom Plaza. Past the White House. I don’t realize it but my feet are taking me straight to Scully’s apartment.

***

I approach her door and take a deep breath. It took more than an hour to walk here and I’m tired but I feel more determined than ever. If there’s a thing in my power, something that I, Fox Mulder, can do to make Scully happy, I will do it. Never a question.

I knock and she lets me in. I have no idea why but I’m grinning like an idiot. Her apartment is so warm and cozy, and… well, Scully. I wish I could be inside it more often. Picture frames perfectly straight, candles that smell of the ocean, thick impenetrable walls.

Scully.

“Can I take your coat?” she asks.

She wants me to stay. She doesn’t even know what my answer is and she wants me here. I’ve never wanted to stay more than I do right now but I have to go back to get my car.

“I can’t stay, I gotta get back to the office for a while.”

“Obviously you’ve had some time to think about my request,” she says haltingly. She sounds all business, which she thinks is some kind of cover but I know her. She does this when things are hard.

She won’t meet my eyes. I’m pretty sure she assumes I’m going to decline politely, then we’ll just go back to work tomorrow without ever talking about this again. Without ever acknowledging the fact that she wants to make a baby that’s half mine.

“It’s not something I get asked to do every day,” I grin. She still won’t look at me. I can tell dragging this out is driving her insane. “But I am absolutely flattered.”

Her face falls and part of me feels bad she’s misinterpreting what I’m saying but I have to get this out. It’s irresponsible not to.

“Look, if you’re trying to politely say ‘no,’ it’s okay, I understand,” she says quickly. She looks so disappointed and I know, I know she predicted the wrong outcome. She’s probably been preparing for it since she left that parking garage. The thought of her toiling over this, questioning my devotion to her, even for only a couple of hours, makes my insides ache.

I want to end her suffering but I need to make clear before I answer that whatever happens, we’re in this together. This… thing … we’ll be doing together, it’s not going to get in the way of us. It’s important I say this, for the both of us. Introducing a third party into this dynamic I love isn’t something I ever considered.

“See, what’s weird is… and this sounds really weird, I know, but... I just wouldn’t want this to come between us.”

She doesn’t realize it, I’m sure, but if I said no to her it would come between us. There would be a child in our lives, some Tom or Dick or Harry’s child, that I would look at every day and know in my soul I made a huge mistake. Because I would never leave her, ever. And on some deep, forbidden plane neither of us have the courage to explore she has to know this much. This has to be the reason she asked me in the first place.

“Yeah, I know. I understand, I do.”  Her face falls again and it occurs to me that my words have come out wrong, probably, as usual. She doesn’t understand, not really, and it isn’t her fault. It’s mine because I don’t say what I’m really thinking. I don’t say Scully, I could never, ever say no to you. Because I’m in love with you. You have to know this.  

She still won’t look up at me so I reach out to touch her chin and her eyes finally meet mine. I can’t let her think I’m letting her down, I hate seeing that face.

“But… the answer is yes,” I say. I smile so she doesn’t misunderstand. About a dozen emotions cross her face and I wait, I wait until the one she lands on is happiness. It’s all I ever want to see.

She doesn’t say anything, because we suck at this. She only steps close and wraps her arms around me. I can’t recall her hugging me this tightly in a long time and I can fully comprehend what this means to her. She finally pulls back and looks up at me, and it’s as good as done in my head: we’re going to have a baby. Me and Scully.

Wow.

“Well, I’ll call Dr. Parenti and… I assume he’ll want to meet you and go through the... donor procedure.”

Oh, right. I need to go jerk off in a cup first.

“At that part, I’m a pro,” I smirk. She laughs at my joke but I can tell her mind is elsewhere, thinking of babies and diapers and laughter and warm downy heads and powdery smells and all the nice, normal things she deserves to have.

I smile at her one last time and duck out of her apartment. A few steps down the hall and I can’t get the image of how happy she was out of my head. I know what a long shot this is. I know we’re only part of the way there. But I can’t think about that right now. All I can think about is the fact that we’ve declared our intent to be bound together for life. Scully might think having this child is some kind of validation for her, or even for our relationship. But the truth is, her act of simply asking me is validation of me. She wants me in her life forever.

We are going to be parents.

I run back and knock again, and she opens the door, surprised.

“I just want to tell you something, Scully,” I say. “It probably feels like this is going to be an uphill battle but I’m going to be there with you every step of the way, okay?”

It’s all I can say to her without saying what I really mean. Which is that I’d be by her side regardless of potential babies. I’m in this with her forever. Whenever she tolerates my presence for a mere second I hang onto that scrap of time like my life depends upon it.

She nods and smiles again, and this time I go to her. I pull her tiny body into mine, her head nestled underneath my chin, breathing in the scent of her shampoo just quietly enough that she won’t hear me and think I’m a creep for doing it.

“This is gonna work, Scully, I know it,” I say quietly as she clutches my coat. “Imagine a miracle and you’re halfway there.”

***

At the first doctor visit I shake hands with Dr. Parenti, who makes a comment about my appearance which I can only interpret as a come-on of some kind. I’m already a little weirded out by the guy but I don’t want to upset Scully so I keep my mouth shut.

Scully nervously taps her thighs as the weight of this entire operation presumably settles upon her, its veracity further illustrated by the pregnant women filtering in and out of the office. I take her hand in mine and hold it in my lap, feeling her immediately calm.

A nurse calls my name and I give Scully a last look and a last squeeze of her hand. The nurse shuffles me into a tiny room quickly and closes the door. Men don’t matter much in this office, just their sperm. There are a few magazines and tapes for those in need of assistance but I wasn’t kidding when I told her I was a pro. I unbuckle my belt and stick my hand, still warm from hers, inside my jeans. I grip myself and think of Scully.

Afterwards, flushed and sweaty, I look down into the cup. Suddenly this doesn’t feel like enough, and yet it’s the biggest thing I can give her. Genetic material. Life. Essence. I imagine it co-mingling with her own, making a new person, some completely unique entity. Someone half Mulder, half Scully. It makes me smile.

I would give her all of me if I could. Would she take it? I would give her the moon if I could only reach it. Pluck it out of the inky atmosphere, that vast expanse of nothing, of everything. Present it to her like an offering for the goddess she is.

“That was quick,” she says after I exit, that perfectly manicured eyebrow leaping skyward.

“Don’t read anything into it,” I say before I can stop myself. I’m not even sure why I said it; if I were ever lucky enough to get inside Scully I’m sure I’d be spent faster than my clip at the shooting range.

On the second visit Dr Parenti appears not to recognize me, and I idly wonder if he’s a clone or a pod person or even some kind of alien replicant. I turn to Scully to make a joke but think better of it. I ask if she wants me in the room with her for the implantation procedure but she declines, probably to spare me from awkwardness more than anything else. I would go anywhere she needed me but I also know she can handle herself. She tells me staying in the waiting room is fine. I do what she asks.

“Two weeks,” she says as we exit the office. I help her with her coat and before she can protest I grab her hand, squeezing it gently, pretending we’re just a normal couple doing something perfectly normal. She shouldn’t feel awkward about something so wonderful. She deserves better than what she’s having to go through.

“Then we’ll know?”

She nods, and as we walk to the car she again has that distant look on her face which means she’s dreaming about a future that has not yet solidified. Before I unlock the car doors we stop and regard each other. I don’t know what possesses me, maybe it’s sentimentality, or maybe it’s just this uncontainable love I have for her finding itself more and more difficult to hide, but my hand hovers over her abdomen, not touching her, but looking right at her, seeking permission. I touch her cheek softly with my other hand and my thumb grazes her temple. Without hesitation she takes my hand and pulls it to her, holding it against her stomach, closing her eyes.

We stand in silence and hope.

My fear is real, the fear this may not work, the fear of disappointing her again. Mostly the fear of seeing that look on her face I never want to see. I want to tell her to be careful with her hopes and dreams, that hope is not a fact, not yet. But I don’t.

I want her to be happy. It’s all I want for her.

***

A couple days later we’re in the basement office again on a weekend. I tell her she should be resting but she insists her doctor told her to resume her normal activity. I tell her schlepping huge reference books from the FBI archives isn’t exactly normal activity but she “shut up Mulder”s me and does it anyway. She just wants to be near me and this delightful fact is not lost on me.

Box scores, vending machines, Tofutti Rice Dreamsicles. I don’t want to taste that nonsense, I want to taste Scully. I think if my hints were any more obvious at this point I’d have to literally throw her down onto the desk to get her to understand I’m ready for this, ready for her. All I can gather is that she is not ready for me. So I wait.

Later that night I wrap my arms around her from behind and smell her hair, which is heaven, if I believed in such a place. It would be right here, holding Scully, thwacking baseballs into the cool night air. All of my favorite things. Throw in a UFO and I’d be crying with joy.

She laughs and flirts and these moments are all I’m living for. I’m living for her smile, and for the tiny life hopefully forming beneath my fingers as I sell “hips before hands” as a legitimate swing technique, rather than just an excuse to touch her. I joke about her biological clock because of this secret we share, that she’s far from hopeless in that regard at the moment. I’m overcome with hope myself and can’t imagine we’ve ever been happier together.

We duck into a diner afterwards, neither wanting the evening to come to an end. I order a coffee, Scully a decaf. This baby hasn’t left her mind for a second and I’m cognizant of that fact. I brush the hair out of her eyes and cover her hand with mine on the counter. She thanks me for the baseball lesson and touches my forearm and rubs her foot against my calf under the counter. She leans into my shoulder and we just sit in comfortable silence.

I mark and remember every touch, every new thing she tries, every new thing I try that she’s receptive to. I can feel us changing, slowly, but as surely as time moves forward in an endless line, racing towards the unknown.

***

For the next several days we live in hope, feeding off it and each other, keeping this dream alive. She invites me over to her apartment, her sacred Scully space, and I accept, night after night. We spend time together, real time.

The afternoon of her appointment she tells me she wants to go alone and that she’ll see me later. I stay at her place, quite comfortable here by now. I walk around, from room to room, imagining a baby in here. A baby would belong here, it would feel right. We’re so close, I think, so close. Not only to her dream, but perhaps to mine. Perhaps close to getting to a place where I can tell her what she means to me.

Hours pass and I start to feel sick to my stomach. The sun is going down and she should have called by now. I lay on the couch to wait and must fall asleep because the door opening wakes me up. I know instantly from her face the news is bad and I can feel everything crashing down around me, around her. Around us.

She hugs me so tightly I can physically feel her aching. I say something about miracles and not giving up, just words, words to make her feel better because all I want is to make her feel better. I feel as if there’s no hope anymore but I can’t let go of this dream now, the one I hadn’t considered two weeks ago that was so close to being a reality before being ripped away from us.

But Scully made it real in my head and my heart, just by saying words to me. Just by saying Mulder, I want to do this with you.  Those words alone had the power to change us, to make it real.

Maybe my words can make this real for her. And if they don’t, maybe I can be enough someday.

She doesn’t let me leave and I sleep in her bed for the first time, wrapped around her, listening to her sob quietly. There’s nothing I can do. It’s the most gut wrenching thing I’ve ever gone through, and that’s saying something, for me.

“What’s the point?” she whispers suddenly. Her face is so close to mine, I’m hypersensitive to the fact that if she weren’t suffering I’d never be allowed to be so close to her and I feel momentarily guilty for this self-indulgence.

“The point of what?” I ask.

“Hope,” she says. Hearing her spirit so broken makes my heart hurt. I don’t know how to respond to that so I lay still. She’s quiet for so long I don’t want to leave it there.

“I guess… it’s the only thing that keeps us going. Hope for something better, something that could be just around the corner.” I haven’t really thought too deeply about it before but it rings true. “Without hope, there’s no point to anything, when you think about it.”

She pulls my hand close to her mouth and drags it over her lips, not really kissing but just making contact. For a moment I wonder if she’s making a sexual overture but I banish these thoughts, which feel highly inappropriate in this context. This isn’t the time or the place for us to take such a step. She just wants contact, just touch. She wants to feel something, anything.

“Thank you,” she says into my hand.

“For what?” I reply, opting not to remind her this endeavor didn’t even work.

“For being here. Not just now, but all the time. When I need you.” She sniffs a little and it sounds like she’s finally stopped crying.

“Anytime, Scully.”

Maybe she won’t get her miracle baby. Maybe we won’t get to be parents together after all. But in the end, what we have is each other. This thing she and I share together; well, isn’t that a miracle too?

I hold her close, the words “I love you” screaming to get out, again. But I keep them in this time. Just once I’d like things to be normal for us, and happy. Not laced with grief or pain or terror. Our lives may never be that way, not for good at least, but those tiny moments… the ones where we’re hitting baseballs, where we’re drinking coffee and our fingers touch. The moments where nothing is holding us back; I will keep waiting for those.

We’ll keep living for those.

(Manu Ad Coxas translates to "hips before hands.")

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[bohrapbois]

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Chapter 7

A Joe Centred Chapter! A thing no one requested but I wrote anyway woo!

Description - Ben just so happens to fall head over heels for a Mysterious Man who loves baseball and cracking terrible jokes. Mysterious Man also turns out to be the father of one of Ben’s students.

Warnings - Full blown relationship Hardzello, with plenty of angst, fluff and future smut.

Word Count - 1,442

After tossing and turning most of the night, Joe had been thankful when Beth climbed into his bed and straight into his arms. Although he was feeling like shit and was still shaken up by the whole ordeal, having his daughter with him gave him something to concentrate. The rest of the night consisted of Joe stroking Beths hair over and over, long after she had fallen asleep, and with her steady breathing ghosting his collarbone, Joe managed to get some sleep in as well. 

In the morning, Joe spent extra time cutting his daughter’s toast into dinosaur shapes and using extra jam on the pieces he messed up. Beth didn’t take much time admiring the artistry of her breakfast and managed to scoff them all down in the time in took Joe to pour himself some cereal. 

After breakfast, it took some convincing to get the Mazzello’s off the sofa they had draped themselves on, but Joe needed to do some things today and slowly but surely, the hours were ticking by and escaping him. Closer to mid-day than intended, they locked the front door and made their way into town, hands clasped tightly.

Joe lived close enough to the town centre that he didn’t need to use the car all the time. Their house was bigger than many on the street, had a good yard and plenty of growing space - handed down to Joe from his parents who moved to the town over. The small area Joe called home was good enough for him but he understood it didn’t appeal to everyone. 

Beth preferred the quiet community anyway - always outside doing something. Her favourite at the moment was making mud pies and prodding Joe until he ‘ate’ it. His lovely colourful flowers had long since been destroyed and dug out in favour of his daughter rampage of mud-pie-cafe. There was a small plastic play house in the corner of the garden, full of spiders and other insects. It had been gifted by a lovely neighbour whose children had long outgrown it, but Beth prefered to be outside in all that means. The amount of times Joe had had to chase a tiny naked Beth around the garden and pull a worm from her hand/ear/mouth.

But right now, with no worm in sight, Beth dragged her feet. She was grouchy from lack of sleep - already so concerned for others - and slightly sticky from residue jam (also known as dino blood). Joe tugged her along for a few more minutes but when she simply stopped walking and dragged her feet under her, Joe gave up, stopping and leaning down, placing his princess on his shoulders as he continued into town. 

Walking into main street with his daughter clinging to his ears, Joe stopped to greet some familiar faces. It wasn’t unusual to find the young Mazzello on her father's shoulders, and a friendly shop owner was even prepared with a lolly for her to suckle on as Joe stopped and nattered about the changing weather to anyone and everyone. 

An hour later, Joe’s bag full of the weeks groceries, he made a familiar turn down a certain street. Beth, now back on her own two legs, squealed and started running towards the big building. Joe had to run after her, grasping his bag to his chest so the lettuce wouldn’t escape. Beth bounded up the stone steps and rushed through the open doors, still squealing. 

Joe finally got inside, only panting slightly as he stopped in the main lobby. Having been here for the last couple of years, Beth hadn’t really known a time before her dad worked at the museum, and although small, she still gave every piece her full attention. 

It doesn’t really change all to often, sometimes a travelling piece comes in for a couple of weeks, but the permanent features still needed to be cared for. Joe ducked behind the reception desk, greeted John as he left his groceries on the floor before following his daughters noises deeper into the museum. 

Hearing some familiar voices, Joe couldn’t stop the smile on his face even before he fully came into the Egyptian area. 

Rami was kneeling next to Beth, both talking a million miles an hour about the one mummy the museum has. They have a tradition to talk to the mummy as if it was a real person and quite often would make up stories about who they were and what they did. This time, sounds like the mummy was called Mary and she was a very pretty dancer. 

“And-and-and she was really good at doing twirls!” Beth demonstrated to her godfather what she was talking about and stumbled her way through a twirl.

“What did you think of Beth’s twirl, Mary?” Rami stared up at the silent mummy before turning to Beth with a grin, “said you were magnificent, darling”. Beth squealed, blushing her way through a curtsy.

Joe hung back, leaning against the large doorway, happily watching his daughter and best friend interact. Truth be told, Rami was an important part of this rag-tag family. He helped Joe through his toughest times and loneliest hours, and when Beth started to ask questions about her Mommy and why she didn’t come over much anymore, Rami would always distract the little girl and leave Joe some alone time. When Rami told him he was dating the cute veterinary nurse from down the road, Joe had been privately anxious - would this new woman pull Rami away from them? Would she not have time for Beth or Joe? Would he be alone again? But the moment he met Lucy, he knew he worried over nothing. She was brilliant, fitting in as if she had always been apart of the group and the three soon became a four. 

He already had his best man suit picked out. He liked to be prepared.

After he broke up the little moment and he, Rami and Beth had wandered through to the little canteen, the events of last night came up again.

“Man, come on,” Rami had his arms wrapped around Beths waist, who was now dosing on his lap after finally giving in to the sleep her body craved, “Lucy has his address”.

“Yeah, but it’s a bit weird to turn up to the house of your daughters teacher just to ‘check up’ on him”. Just so happened that the teacher was hot and he had a crush on him, but that was for a different crisis moment, “and anyway, what would I even say!” Throwing his arms up in the air, Joe leant backwards, plastic chair creaking as it was pushed up on to it’s two back legs.

“Um, maybe something along the lines of ‘Hope your ok and that dick didn’t hurt you too bad’?” 

“Nah, sounds weird,” Joe stretched further, trusting the thin legs more than he probably should.

“Why don’t you just admit you’ve been having wet dreams about him?” Rami shuffled Beth so she snuggled into his chest, freeing up one of his arms and allowing him to drink his room-temperature coke.

Joe spluttered, losing balance and crashing his chair back forward, checks red and eyes wide as he rapidly checked around the very empty room to make sure that the people who weren’t there didn’t hear that. “What the heck man!”

Rami just shrugged.

“No, no, you know what, no, it was a stupid idea anyway and I shouldn’t have even listened to you,” Joe crossed his arms and glared at Rami, ignoring his flaming ears.

“But you did, because you want to go see Mr. Hotty and need an excuse,” Rami took another slurp from his drink as he stared down his best friend. They had known each other for ten years, there was no reason to play coy and pretend not to know each other's mannerisms. Like Joe shifting his eyes just over Rami’s shoulder meant that he was right but Joe didn’t want to admit it.

“Turning up at his house ain’t cool though,” Joe mummered, “‘Oh yeah, hope you don’t mind,’” Joe began in a mocking voice, “‘My bestfriends girlfriend happens to work with your housemate and gave me your address because I think your hot and was wondering if you’d like to go get a drink sometime?’” He finished with a pointed stare and arched an eyebrow.

Rami just shrugged again, “maybe you don’t have to go in so much detail and maybe some small talk before you ask him on a date, but yeah, that’s the right idea”.

Joe just groaned, letting his head fall heavy on the table.

(Did anyone pick up on the tiny, one word cameo in this chapter?)

Tag List-   @benhardy-1 @hey-holtzy @watercolouredreams @ellie-hegeman @cyndagoaway  @kiraling88

[drkoestersmithrpg]

So You See My Problem

The First Time

He should have been nervous, the first time he met Tony Stark, but on that occasion he had no time to prepare.  The man simply showed up in his apartment, there were no time for nerves.  The Nerves started after the man left (after he cut the man free after webbing him to the doorknob, of course.)

He was nervous the first time he met a group of Avengers.  Of course, he was only there to attack Captain America, of course.

He was nervous the first time he met a large group of Avengers.  (Around Cap it was particularly awkward.)

But nothing compared to how nervous he was now.

It was easy, playing it cool at the Avengers Compound.  No matter what insane thing his comedian said (“You’ll have to suck a lot of dicks to get that kind of tech, and sucking dicks is Spider-Man’s job.”) but that was because he had a mask over his face most of the time. Had he been nervous, the first time he kissed Tony on the mouth?  Maybe not – he had had that move planned for ages.  And he wasn’t nervous, texting Tony and demanding a rendezvous while the Avengers around them debated Earth-Asgard treaties.  (Again, mask.)

But back in New York – there was no denying it now.  He was as nervous as hell as he entered the Stark Tower penthouse.  Which wasn’t fair.  He had never been nervous in his fantasies – and he had played this particular fantasy out many times.

Although it occurred to him when he arrived – maybe Tony was nervous too?  

But that couldn’t be – his comedian wasn’t fazed by anything.    

Peter was nervous, but he certainly wasn’t too nervous to lock eyes with Tony as soon as he entered the open door, just like he had planned.  

(But wait… Tony wouldn’t know that they had locked eyes because his suit was on, so he pressed his hand against the center of his chest let the entire suit fall away.  THEN he locked eyes with Tony Stark.  Underneath he was NOT in his boxers, oh no, he was wearing the jeans and a t-shirt he had very specifically picked out for this night.)  

Stepping out of the suit he walked toward the man, then they walked toward each other.  The met in the middle and Tony kissed him hard.  Peter wrapped his arms around him, only to find himself lifted off his feet.

They kissed passionately, just like in Peter’s fantasies, until Tony had bodily carried him and deposited on the bar where he divested him of his shirt and then his jeans. The older man made a hungry noise that made Peter’s spine light up like a Christmas tree as he ran hands, mouth and tongue over the biceps and pectorals Peter had grown proud of.  Tony was paying a lot of attention to his chest, licking and trying to suck bruises – he might have achieved a few except Peter kept ducking down to catch his mouth in one more kiss.  (It’s not that he didn’t want Tony’s mouth on his chest, he wanted it, he loved it.  He just needed to feel Tony’s mouth on his mouth more.)

He tried to pull of Tony’s shirt as well but Tony wrestled his hands away – so he went for the belt and had more success.  Everything was like a wet dream come true…

…until Tony opened his mouth.

[ instert joke here ]   (something like – do I get to fuck that sweet ass that all the twinks in Boystown are craving?)   That’s crude, but not a joke exactly.  “I’m going to fuck you into the middle of next week” or “I’m going to fuck you so hard your grandpa will feel it” would still work in the moment - it has to be a joke of some kind.  I’m looking for something along the lines of “I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school.”]

…and Peter roughly pushed Tony away.

He certainly used more force than he had intended – Tony stumbled back several steps before he could regain his balance, and for a terrible silent moment they just started at each other, Peter’s eyes wide, Tony’s mouth gaping.

And suddenly Peter had a terrible vision.

“Little girls get their ponytails pulled by boys who have crushes on them every day” Nat had said, and for one ugly moment Peter could see it.  That girl. On the playground.  In a primitive time when girls were expected to take such abuse as a sign of affection.

He could see that little growing up to date that grown-up boy.

And continuing to accept the pulling of hair - and the causing of pain – that abuse -  as a necessary price to pay for affection.

“Tony who are you talking to?” Peter asked, but he didn’t ask it, he yelled it.

“Who is this comedy routine for….who’s your audience? We’re all alone.  Is this your…are you still trying to seduce me? I’m already here!?”

“And I’m here in spite of your nonstop stream of lewdness, dirty jokes and straight up raunchiness, NOT because of it!”

That’s what he wanted to say, but didn’t.

Because Tony’s eyes were getting hard.  And while Peter had just as many sexual fantasies about Angry!Tony as he did about Romantic!Tony, dammit they were not the same as his FirstTime!Tony fantasies and this was not how it was going to go.

“Tony, I’m already here,” Peter said softly, slipping off the countertop and moving gently toward him.

“There’s no one else here to perform for,” he thought, but it sounded a little harsh so he didn’t say it.

“It’s the first…..it’s our first time.

“Be gentle with me.”

He tried to put his arms around Tony’s neck, hoping to touch his hands to the back of Tony’s head, but quite suddenly found Tony’s strong hands grabbing one elbow and pushing him back sharply, holding him at arm’s length.

For a split second a panicking voice in Peter’s head screamed “This is it?  This is all I get?  After a solid year of studying A03?  I sat through all 26 chapters of that Jean Val Jean-Javier-Slavery fic for nothing?”

Of course, all he said was, “What?”

There is a long uncomfortable silence – Tony’s mouth seemed to be working and suddenly Peter was afraid of what was going to come out.

But all that came out was

“I’ll be gentle if you be honest.”

Peter was too surprised to be angry.

“What?!….do you think I…..”   Then he shook his head.  Hard.  Tony the Comedian was also Tony the Expert Deflector and he was good at distraction.  Peter refused to rise to the bait.

“Yes, Tony.”  He said solidly.  “Anything.”

Then he gently forced Tony’s hand away (he was the stronger Avenger, after all) and stepped forward, putting his arms exactly where he wanted them to be.

“Just tell me what you need.”

They kissed again, or rather, Peter kissed Tony, still standing stiffly in his arms.  That wasn’t good, dammit they had been doing so well just minutes before, and Peter was desperate to get back to that place.  He stroked the back of Tony’s head, the back of his neck, and when that got no response, he became even bolder and tried touching Tony’s lips with his tongue.  

He knew that probably wouldn’t work (he knew he was far to shy to make that work) but when he got bold enough to poke his tongue through the lips Tony came to life in his arms.  

In seconds they were back to kissing breathlessly, and Tony was lifting Peter up by his waist, then by his ass, all the time making hungry noises that made Peter’s spine tingle.  

Then Tony ended the kiss just as suddenly and, taking Peter by the hand, led him to the bedroom.

[fangirlofeverythingme]

Friends will be friends

Author: fangirlofeverythingme

A/N: This is for @fredthelegend. You asked, I delivered. I'm sorry it took so long and I hope it doesn't suck much, since broken hearts and healing such isn't really my operating zone. But when you have a friend in need, you gotta pull through, right? I really hope it will help at least a little, Lillian. Love you! 💜

Paring: Queen x Reader friendship

Words count: 2000

Warnings: none really, angst, talking about breakups, fluff, un-beta’d (all mistakes are mine and mine alone)

 A loud banging on your door almost scared you to death as it brutally pulled your thoughts back to Earth.

“Lillian, get ready! We go out to celebrate!” Roger yelled on the other side.

You replied nothing, just pulled the blanket over your head to muffle a sob.

You knew boys had been negotiating a new record contact that day, and it sounded like they'd got it, and they wanted to honor their triumph with a party, but you were as far from the cheerful mood as you possibly could.

When Roger didn't hear from you, he hit the door a few more times, telling you that you had half an hour. Then you heard the door to his own room shutting.

You groaned with frustration. Living with your four best friends, who also happened to be the members of the same band, was fun, even though it wasn't always easy. You loved every single one of those weirdos. Since the day one you moved in to the flat you took the part of mother duck, forcing food down their throats when they got too cough up in work, making sure they stayed hydrated, listening to their constant whining about each other and breaking the fights. And you knew they unknowledged and appreciated every single thing you did for them.

But sometimes you wished you had a place of your own, where you didn't have to deal with them. A girl needs her space, you know? Just like now, when you sat on your bed, listening to them bustling around the house and praying they would leave already, so you could be alone and cry your eyes out.

About forty agonizingly slow minutes later you heard footsteps outside your bedroom again. For sets of them to be specific. The whole band was on the other side of the door. Fantastic.

“Lillian, you coming out?” Roger asked.

God, just get out already! You thought, fighting back tears that threatened to fall from your eyes.

“Maybe she's angry with us?” you heard the drummer say.

“Roger, what did you do?!” this time it was Freddie.

“Nothing!” A moment of silence. “I swear!”

“Maybe she's just tired and sleeping?” It was Brian's whisper.

“Or maybe she just grew tired of your mugs. I know I do sometimes.” And that sassy remark belonged to John.

“Nonsense” said Freddie firmly, before adding loud enough for you to hear him for sure “Lillian, we know you're in there. You better be decent, 'cause I'm coming in!”

The door swung open and Freddie marched in, all dressed up, ready to take on the world, with his black fingernails and perfect eyeliner you were always so jealous of.

“Darling, you have exactly five minutes to prepare yourself, otherwise we're going without you.” He stated in a voice that left no room for argument. But the sight of you cooled down his enthusiasm mid sentence.

You were perfectly aware of how awful you must've looked, sitting on your bed in sweatpants and an old t-shirt, with a handkerchief in your hand and your face all swollen from crying. A look of complete and utter disaster.

“What's wrong, love?” Freddie asked, the  flamboyant rockstar disappearing instantly in favor of the genuine, kindhearted friend of yours. The door closed gently behind him, shielding you from the others’ eyes.

“It's nothing. I feel a bit sick and rather stay home. But you boys go, have fun.” You offered him a forced smile. However, your voice was a little too high and a little too shaky to fool him.

“Bollocks. This isn't your sick face. You've been crying.”

You looked at each other in a heavy silence, him expecting you to talk, you wanting to tell him but being afraid of breaking the dam. Until you felt those rogue tears running down your cheeks all over again.

“He left me.” you choked out, hiding your face in your hands, and broke for good. “He left me. Not as much as a warning or a word of explanation. He's like ‘it doesn't work for me anymore' and he just dumped me!”

Freddie’s arms wrapped around you, when he sat next to you, to pull you closer to him and before you knew it, you were baring your guts to him. He held you through it, his long fingers running soothingly through your hair. He murmured calming words to the top of your head, placing a gentle kiss there every now and again.

“What's wrong with me, Fred?” you sobbed, your head on his shoulder. You were undoubtedly staining his blouse with your tears, but he didn't seem to care. Instead he grabbed your arms and pushed you up right to look at your face.

“Nothing is wrong with you, love” he said with determination. “If anyone is fucked up here, it's him. Someone who fails to see you as an absolutely wonderful, caring person, a beautiful soul that you are, is a goddamn fool.”

“You just say that to make me feel better” you mumbled, wiping the wetness off your cheeks.

“Do I ever lie to make someone feel better? It's true and you should know it. We should tell you that more often. And if that dick was to dumb to see it, that only means he's never been good enough for you in a first place.”

There was confidence behind his words and his dark eyes looked into yours with focus and purpose. It made you want to believe him. You drew in a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself. His face lit up when he noticed he was able to get through to you.

“In fact, I think you need to get someone who deserves you” he said, standing up from the bed. A well-known spark showed in his eyes, the one that was always there when he thought he came up with a fantastic idea. “In fact, you need to get him like right now. Dry your eyes, darling, we are going out to find you somebody to love tonight!” he grinned, extending a hand to you.

“...Or not” he added after a short pause, when instead of taking his hand, you gave back a murderous look.

“Princess, I realize you're hurting but you can't lock yourself in a tower for the rest of your life” he sighed, dropping down beside you again. “If you do, who's gonna force Roger to study for his exams? Or make Deaky ask that Veronica girl out finally? Who's gonna listen to Brian's ranting about space? I don't want to deal with him and his magical dust. And most importantly, who's gonna help me choose an outfit for the next gig?”

That last remark made you smile a little. Like you thought, a mother duck.

“Freddie, going on a boyfriend hunt is the last thing on my mind right now. Need to get over the previous one first. Even though he seemed to get over me pretty quick” you said, exhaling deeply to keep yourself from tearing up.

“Love, it may look like that, but take it from the guy, as soon as he realizes how good he had it with you, he will know how terribly wrong his decision was. Soon, he will miss you, your voice, your laugh, your touch...”

“What if I'm the one who misses that already?” you whimpered, feeling the burn of tears in your eyes, but you pushed it back.

“Roger's pretty touchy if the touch is what you crave…” Freddie smirked, turning his head to look you in the eye. The glare you gave him was a mixture of anger and disgust and it made him laugh out loud. “Relax, I'm just trying to bring a little smile to your face. Listen, whatever he thinks he's doing, he's never gonna find anyone who compares to you. If you've been half as good to him as you are to us, he'll soon know he fucked up enormously. But by that time it would be way to late. Because you will be out there, living your life to the full, having the best time without him, showing everyone around that you don't need him. Maybe not today, not tomorrow, but the time will come when he's gonna drown his sorrows in vodka, 'cause it'll be your time to shine.”

He made sure to burn out every single of those words deep in your soul with the strength of his gaze, his eyes not leaving yours for second through his speech and when the last sentence rolled off his tongue you were cring all over again. But this time the reason was a little different. You throw your arms around his neck, hugging him tight and his own hands sneaked around your waist.

“I love you too, Freddie.” you whispered.

The intimacy of the moment was interrupted by another knock on the door. Brian's hairy head poked through the crack and you quickly hid your face in the crook of Fred's neck. You didn't want your favourite guitarist to see you like that.

“I was sent to check if we're still on with the party thing” Brian said shyly.

“You go ahead, darlings. We'll join you in a bit” the dark hair singer was quick to answer and you were thankful that you didn't have to use your shaky voice.

The door closed quietly and you pushed away from your friend.

“You should tag along. They need the forth horseman to start the apocalypse” you laughed gently, wiping your face for god knows which time that day.

“No, I'll pass. I'd much rather keep you company this evening.”

Before you could protest, the bedroom door opened again. God, you needed to put a lock on them.

“See, even if I wanted to lock myself in a tower, I can't. They just keep coming in like it's a damn stable!” you joked before turning to look a whoever was standing in a doorway that time. It was Brian once again. “I thought you went out already, mates?”

“Not without our best girl” your tallest friend said with a wide grin. “You're not gonna stay home alone, eating your heart out while we party.”

“I've got pizza!” you heard John yell downstairs, front door shutting behind him.

“And I have alcohol!” Roger already let himself inside, caring a bottle of tequila in one hand and glasses in the other.

“And I have dick's adress. Rog and I are paying him a visit tomorrow” Brian said with determination and the blond man nodded eagerly, fighting to open the beverage with his teeth.

“But how did you boys find out about this?”

“You know, contrary to popular belief, we do have brains and we use them from time to time” said John, placing plate on your lap and pushing a full glass in your hand.

“It really wasn't hard to put two and two together” Brian added. “You weren't there when we came back from the record company today, though you always are. And you never mad at all of us at the same time, we figured if it's not our fault, it must be his.”

“And you always here for us, no matter what” Roger said. “We want you to know we're here for you too. We're going to take care of you today. Now, who's making a first toast?”

You looked at Freddie with the corner of your eye, searching for some kind of explanation. But he just shrugged and took a bite of the pizza slice.

You smiled to yourself, sipping your drink and watching four of your favourite people spread out on your floor, bantering, teasing each other and laughing. Whichever god brought those beautiful men to your life, you needed to sincerely thank for that. They were the force that kept your world spinning. Your best friends.

[skeletorific]

I Like My Coffee Like I Like My Skeleton

The name changes. To some its known as Reaper’s Grind. To others, Bones and Brew. To still others, MarshMarrow. It depends who’s in charge that month. Regardless of the name, it is always painted in black script on a driftwood sign, carved so that it appears to be cradled by giant skeleton hands.

Most see this sign and assume its some kind of Halloween or Goth themed establishment. However, the caffeine addicted of the city know there’s no better place to get your fix. As long as your willing to put up with the quirks of the owners.

The cafe is a cozy space, varying levels of clean depending on who’s on staff. The walls are beige, with abstract murals of black paint covering the walls. Frequent patrons will notice that the murals seem to expand as time goes on. Every now and then they’ll come in to the walls completely blank, having apparently been painted over, only to start again. Rumor has it that if you squint you can make out swear words, or even bad jokes in the design. Squinting is not encouraged. There is also a shelf of books for customers to peruse or even purchase. Mostly trashy romance novels for reasons no one has ever been able to figure out, as well as joke books, science textbooks, car magazines, and, most bewilderingly, puzzle theory. 

The cafe has 8 owners, usually with only two or three on staff at a time. They all look so similar that most believe they’re related. Some will even call each other “brother” or “bro”, which seems to confirm it, but everyone worries it’d be racist to ask.

Papyrus is usually on staff in the mornings, which is a good thing. He’s a bright and perky presence to start your day with, and he does his best to create a welcoming environment for those on their way to an early morning commute. He specializes in perk ups, something to get help you shake off those last remnants of sleep while preventing those midmorning crashes. He’ll usually try to coax customers into the healthier versions. “REALLY, ALMOND MILK IS MUCH BETTER FOR YOU!” He also is very good at remembering small details about his regulars. Some of them come to depend on him as a daily reminder to take their meds. Now if only he was better at remembering names...he tends to come up with nicknames for people he sees a lot and they stick with him more than their actual names. An absolute sweetheart who keeps the store spotless, but if he tries to get you to sample his latest pastry invention, politely decline.

Sans is a less energetic presence to be sure (he can usually be found asleep and propped up in some corner if no one on shift bothers to wake him up), but he’s also a well-liked staple of the cafe. He has an easy, laid-back small talk that can set even the most agoraphobic introvert at ease, and writes bad jokes on coffee cups. His coffee is mostly pretty basic stuff, but if you know him well and ask him for the secret stuff....well, you’d be be prepared to deal with the fallout. That particular menu option is the last resort of grad students trying to get through their thesis. The effects are somewhere between Red Eye and Speed. One girl reported a full week of being unable to close her eyes, by the end of which she could taste color and was carrying on active conversations in a language that she did not know. It is varying levels of legal depending on who you ask. Just dont narc. And don’t ask in front of his brother. 

Its easy to tell when Red is on the clock, his motorcycle is easily the most ostentatious thing in the parking lot. So much so that he insists on a two parking spot bubble around it to avoid scratches. He also refuses to take off his leather jacket, wearing it over his uniform. No apron. Not a fuckin chance. His customer service is at best ehhh (unless he considers you attractive, in which case, prepare your flirtatious barista fantasies), but the boy makes a pumpkin spice latte so good it should be illegal. Spiced drinks as a whole are his specialty. When fall and winter roll around he brings customers in like flies to honey to get a taste of it, and it make the cafe smell amazing. Don’t tell anyone but he has a habit of “forgetting” to make people pay for their coffee when they look like they’re having a rough time. Not that he’d ever admit it, but he’s kind of a softie. Abysmal cleaning, and he’s usually making drinks for himself on the clock, but once you get to know the guy, he’s a pretty good dude. Also his music taste is fire and the cafe playlist gets infinitely better whenever he’s on staff.

Edge is a different story. While all of them technically own the store in equal parts and no one is legally in charge, it was pretty quickly discovered that mixing Edge with customer service was a recipe for disaster. So he takes on a more managerial role, dealing with finance, shipment, rent, and advertising deals. Everything needed to keep the place afloat. When he’s on shift (and he usually is), he can generally be found in the office unless the place is absolutely slammed. Though he’s not much for dealing with customers, he’s excellent at making gourmet drinks. His skills were made for Instagram. He also has just a biiiit of a soft spot for the kids that sometimes come in,  and may have quietly slipped in some more child friendly options to the bookshelf, as well as a couple action figures that Red swears look familiar. 

If you want a high octane burst without risking your life, Blue is your guy. I mean, the dude’s practically a walking five hour energy. He is more than generous with his definition of what a shot is, and blends in truly irresponsible amounts of sugar and sweetner for an extra kick. Kids naturally love the insanely sweet taste but it is not recommended that parents let them finish a full sized one. If Edge is on the clock he will straight up slap it out of his hands before people start bouncing off the walls. Blue is also incredibly sweet and friendly with the customers, and has amassed a decent sized collection of regulars who only became regulars due to a crush on him. He flirts shamelessly but never lets it go too far.

Stretch likes doing novelty drinks. Did someone say Unicorn Frappucinnos? The weirder and more poorly conceived the better. He also does most of the baking for the cafe. Muffet taught him a lot about pastries back underground, although it took a while to make the transition from spider carcasses to just...you know, normal flour. He switches the menu up a lot when he gets bored of making the same thing, although for some reason corndogs are always an option. The kitchen really is the best place for him. Leaving him unattended on the front tends to lead to miscief, especially if his brother is there to egg him on. He’ll loosely detach his hand only to enjoy the horrified looks when it pops off as he hands a drink to the customer. They get more negative Yelp reviews that way, but a lot of customers enjoy his sense of humor. He has absolutely tried to pull the Salt and Pepper diner bit by editing the playlist for the cafe 

Black is a bit of an odd duck in the cafe. He doesn’t have the patience to sit still long enough for managerial responsibilities. He’s terrible with customer service. His drinks arent bad, but the coffee is as black as his soul regardless of what they actually ordered. Even when forced to make something a little less straightforward he makes it incredibly bitter, because to him, coffee should never be sweet! If you don’t want bitter, don’t get coffee!! some wonder why the others even bother to let him on staff. But Black’s role is vital. Its inevitable that asshole customers pop up in a coffee shop. Entitled, being a dick to either the other baristas or even other customers. And this is where Black shines. Come hell or highwater he can get any customer out in less than a minute with little to no scene, both reducing the time they’re  in the store and the risk that watching the altercation might cause an anxiety spike in one of their customers. He just up and carts them out of the store, then returns a few moments later, quietly checking in on everyone involved to make sure no one was hurt or too shaken up. When asked what happens to these guys the only thing Black will ever say is “NOTHING YOU CAN PROVE”. He also keeps the place spotless. May or may not help Blue and Stretch with the pranks, though he’ll deny it to the bitter end.

While Blue may lowkey flirt with a few and Red may highkey flirt with a lot, Rus is flirting with everyone. No, seriously. Everyone. Not being creepy, but chances are you’re leaving with red cheeks that have nothing to with the hot drink in your hand. He’s fairly popular for precisely this reason, though very few have ever gotten a serious date out of it. The man makes a mean cappucinno, great herbal  teas and has those smoky bedroom eyes. There’s buzz that he’s also the one responsible for the ever evolving mural, though he never confirms it. Rus takes far too many smoke breaks and doesn’t clean worth a damn but is responsible for nearly half of their consistent customer base. He has a sixth sense for creeps. If he sees a date going on where one of them is looking exceedingly uncomfortable, he can effortlessly swoop in and charm the pants off them until the other asshole leaves in frustration. If he sees someone looking nervous he has ways of subtly getting out of them what the problem is. And if he ever gets the vibe that someone is being harassed he may or may not sic Black onto them without batting an eye. Much as he seems not to give a damn about anything regarding work, Rus takes it as a minor point of pride that their cafe is a safe space for people to get away from it all, if only for a couple minutes.

Bonus:

Axe is their maintenance man who comes in whenever equipment breaks, while Crooks is the night janitor who will often come in with his brother on daytime calls. Both of them are a bit too...unstable for regualar shift jobs. Maintenance positions allows them to be on their own if they need to be and generally avoid stressful triggers. Still, Crooks loves the cafe. On his good days he helps Stretch with the baking, and when the day is really slow Blue and Papyrus will teach him how to mix drinks. Axe is a little more grumbly about it but even he admits its kind of a calm space to be in. The man drinks exculsively black coffee though so he kind of misses out on most of the menu. When he’s in a good mood he competes with Red over flirting with customers. 

Special thanks to @jezziconvair who gave me the idea for a lot of the drink specialities and who Tumblr isn’t letting me tag for some reason!