#I sat in a car for six hours yesterday

[thesaltyace]

You ever decide to branch out and try a new brand of something, and immediately regret it?

I tried a new brand of menstrual pads because they were out of the kind I usually get.

I should have just gone to a different store.

Never again.

Now I'm headed out on fucking Black Friday to buy the Always brand I should have bought in the first place because they do not leak. 🙃

[thewailingbells]

Hello~~

I discovered your profile not long ago (literally yesterday) and I loved your writing. You made me more in love with Thomas Hewitt than I already am!!!

Could we have a fic where Thomas and S/O are already lovers but for some reason S/O has to leave or travel to another city for a few months and this leaves Thomas completely devastated and stressed. Even Luda Mae and Hoyt notice the change in his behavior while s/o is away and when s/o finally returns home,she has to find some way to de-stress Thomas who is dying of missing her. 😞 (No need to write NSFW if you feel uncomfortable!!!!)

(English isn't my first language so I literally translated this whole thing on google... lmao.)

Always Forever

AN: AFAB Reader. This is my first time writing smut! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Sex, nudity, fingering, rough sex, piv, creampie, general nsfw things.

“Thomas, you know I have to go.”

Your boyfriend was standing behind you, arms wrapped tightly around your torso, and his head buried into your shoulder. Your words only made him squeeze you tighter.

“Tommy, I need to go see my family. They miss me, and I promised I would visit them for the week! I wanted you to come with me; you know that, but Hoyt said no.

He sighed, knowing you were right. His uncle needed him to stay home and take care of the house. God knows what would happen if Tommy wasn’t around.

Since you started dating him, there hasn’t been a day when you two were apart. Thomas didn’t want to let you go, but he knew he had to. He spent the rest of your time together, following you around as you packed your bags. Noon came quicker than you expected, signaling it was time for you to go.

You said your goodbyes to Luda, Hoyt, and Charlie as you walked out the door. Tommy was already outside, having carried your bags to the car. Once all of your luggage was neatly packed up, you smiled at him. You pulled him into a tight hug before kissing him. “I love you. I promise I’ll be back.”

You got inside your car and smiled at him. With that, you drove off. Tommy waited until your car was nowhere in sight to go back into the house.

“Tommy,” Hoyt said, “How’s it feel now that your bitch is gone?”

Thomas ignored his words and stomped down into the basement. He could hear the sound of bickering between Hoyt and Luda Mae, most likely due to Hoyt’s crass language.

Tommy wasn’t sure how long it had been since he had been in the basement. He just kept chopping and chopping and chopping the animal meat laid in front of him. He had been cutting meat for years now, to the point where he didn’t even have to think about it.

“Tommy! Tommy! Get up here now,” Luda Mae shouted. His mother’s voice awoke him from his thoughts. He walked up the stairs. Luda Mae looked at her boy with sad eyes. “Tommy. You’ve been in the basement for six hours. It’s time to stop now, sweetheart. Come on, let’s get you some food and water.”

The next few days, Thomas would go to work at the crack of dawn and come home hours after the sun had set. When he came home, he would wait by the door for a few moments. He thought that maybe you would have come back early, but you didn’t.

The week had gone by. You had promised him you would be back home on Monday by one o’clock in the afternoon. Thomas believed you. Why wouldn’t he? However, it became harder and harder to believe you as the hours on the clock ticked by. Tommy sat by the front door. Watching. Waiting.

Hoyt sighed and came up behind Tommy. He placed his hand on his shoulder. “Boy, I don’t know how to tell ya this, but I don’t think she’s coming back.”

Thomas’s eyes grew wide. He shook his head. You were coming back. He knew it.

“Thomas, it’s six o’clock. She said she'd be home by one. I don’t see her anywhere. Do you?”

Tommy placed his head in his hands. He wished Hoyt wouldn’t say things like that. Things that were not true. But then again, Tommy had never been the brightest. Maybe you never loved him. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity for you to escape from him. When Thomas was about to spiral into distress, he heard a car door slamming.

Thomas jumped out of his chair and rushed to the door. He opened it with such force that it nearly flew off the hinges. That’s when he saw it—your car in the driveway. He ran towards it.

You quickly stepped out of your car, beautiful as ever. You smiled when you saw him. “Tommy! I’m so sorry I’m late. I was-” Your sentence was cut off when Thomas picked you up off the ground and pulled you into the tightest hug you’ve ever experienced. You tried to wiggle out, worrying his grip was too tight, but you gave into the hug and snuggled against him. You knew he needed this.

Eventually, he put you down on the ground. “Tommy, I told you I would be back. I’d never leave you. I love you so much. I’m sorry if I made you worry.”

He didn’t say anything. He leaned down and kissed you. It was rough and passionate. Before it escalated, he threw you over his shoulder and brought you inside.

Hoyt smiled at the sight of you. “Well, would you look at that? She came back! Luda was right,” he muttered to himself.

Thomas brought you upstairs to his bedroom. He threw you on the bed and quickly pinned you down. Your faces were inches away from each other. The room was silent except for the sounds of both of you panting.

Tommy gently cupped your breast. He looked at you with pleading eyes.

You nodded. “Go ahead. Do whatever you want to me, Tommy.”

He immediately got to work, his movements faster than usual. Normally, he would take his time with you. Not today, though.

He roughly grabbed the waist of your pants and yanked them down. You let out a squeak in surprise. He grabbed both of your wrists in one of his large hands, keeping them suspended above your head. He balled your t-shirt up in one of his fists before forcefully tugging it up. He released his grip, allowing you to slide it off.

Tommy let out a desperate whine at the sight of your body. You were dressed in white lace lingerie. It was nothing much; it was very simplistic, looking like it could pass for a normal pair of undergarments. Despite that, Tommy nearly came in his pants at the sight of you.

He leaned down and nestled his face in the crook of your neck. He aligned his clothed cock with your clothed pussy. He began to desperately hump you. Tommy felt shameful; you could tell by the way he hid his face. Never in his life had he been this desperate for anything. He wanted, no, he needed to be close to you in any way. He had to show you how much he loved you.

A breathy moan fell from your lips. “Tommy, Tommy, calm down. I can take care of you.” You began to sit up. He pushed the middle of your chest, causing you to fall back onto the bed. You sighed, knowing he wanted to do everything himself today.

He pulled your panties to the side, exposing your pussy. He ran his thick fingers up against your lips to feel your wetness. He roughly put one of his fingers inside of you, causing you to throw your head back and moan in pleasure. He would usually give you time to adjust to it, but not today. Today, he immediately shoved his second finger inside your hole as well. Your back arched as he roughly finger-fucked you harder than ever before. Tommy then put his thumb on your clit, gently circling it.

Once he felt your walls begin to stretch for him, he removed his fingers. You whined in annoyance. Thomas unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. It was rock hard and dripping with precum. He aligned himself with your hole and then fully bottomed out in one swift movement.

You mewled in pleasure. “Tommy! Fuck, Tommy~”

He immediately began to roughly pound into you. The feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his cock drove him crazy. Your moans got louder and louder, not caring who heard them.

He reached down to toy with your clit, bringing you so close to the edge. You grabbed the blankets on the bed.

Tommy was so close. He needed to come so badly. You looked at him with lustful eyes. “I love you~ cum for me. Cum for me, Tommy.”

With one particular rough thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came. He let out a deep moan as his seed began to fill you up. Thomas nearly collapsed on top of you. He grabbed your waist and flipped you onto him, his cock still deep inside you. Your entire body was pressed tightly against him. He wrapped his hands around your smaller frame to keep you in place.

Once you had calmed down, you sighed contently. You reached up and pushed some of his hair out of his face. “I told you I would come back, didn’t I?”

[whorekneecentral]

Snow Storm

Pato O'Ward x Fem!Reader

Warnings: pato doesn't listen, snow storms, getting stranded, car troubles, reader's mad at him and will lowkey let him freeze, teasing, it's giving dom!pato for like 0.2 seconds, oral (f!receiving), lowkey blackmail, penetrative sex (P in V), creampie.

Word Count: 1,729

Author's Note: this is for the six pato fans out there, I hope y'all like this one :)

merry smutmas series

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Your boyfriend insists the roads are fine to drive despite the massive incoming snow storm; as someone who grew up in cold weather, you knew better. yet, there you were stuck on the side of the road with him in the snow. 

"Do you seriously have to go right now?" You asked him, leaning over from your spot on the bed.

Your boyfriend nods, "yes, because if I leave it back - I won't finish wrapping it. Plus, it's a week before Christmas, the wrapping paper might be sold out."

Rolling your eyes, you sit up properly. "Pato, don't be ridiculous. They're not gonna run out of wrapping paper."

"You never know!" He huffed, arms flung in the air like a child.

You and Pato had returned to your home town to spend Christmas with your family before heading up to Mexico to join his family for New Year. It had been snowing on and off since you got home a few days ago but it really came down last night. Most of the roads were a disaster but Pato was insistent on getting this stupid wrapping paper.

"The roads are going to be a mess, babe. Can we not just go tomorrow?" You asked him but the man was already getting up, grabbing his hoodie off the end of your bed.

"Please," he shrugs you off, "I drive race cars, a little snow ain't nothing to a driver like me."

You can't help but laugh at his dramatics; you grew up in the snow, you know how brutal it can be to get stuck out there and yet, you stupidly follow him down the staircase and to the car.

Pato takes the side street the two of you had taken many times before. See, you lived in a small town in the middle of basically nowhere. When it snowed, people tended to stay indoors but they did plow the roads, but only the main ones took priority. This meant that the road you were on was one of the last to be plowed yesterday and had yet to be plowed today.

With the snow coming down on top of what had already fallen that morning, the mountain of snow piled up along the sides of the road. Pato's focused on the road but as he turns to go over the hill before getting into town, the wheel stops moving. He can hear the grinding, the wheels spinning but it's stuck in something.

You look over at the man, "are you kidding me right now?"

"Wha-" he sighs, "I'll go check." He tells you, pulling the hood over his head as he steps out of the car.

When he opens the door, you shiver. You had not only followed him out of the house but you were wearing sweats and a hoodie, that was nowhere close to enough to keep you warm.

"So," he says as he gets back into the car, looking over at you with a tight lipped smile. "We're stuck."

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock." You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Okay, so I can push the car out-" he says but you stop him, waving him off. "There's no point, you won't make it over the hill and there's too much snow to make it back to the house right now."

His brows furrow, looking over at you. "So what? We're just stuck here?"

"Yeah, for now at least." You pick up your phone and text your sister, letting her know you two are stuck and if she could please call the roadside assistance. Pato sat quietly, not wanting to annoy you further; after all, you did suggest to wait until tomorrow.

"We're here for at least another 3 hours," you tell him, "she says they're gonna clear the roads and then come this way."

The man nods, staring out the window as you unbuckled, shifting in your seat to climb into the back. He looks at you, confused and you pat the spot next to you. "If we're gonna be stuck for 3 hours, we can at least be warm. Come cuddle."

He climbs over the seat, clinging to you the moment he gets into the backseat. While you were cold, you were used to this weather so it wasn't so bad but for Pato, it was as if you had shipped him off to Antarctica. He's shivering, trying to get as close to you as possible; he wonders if you'd let him get into your sweater with you.

You can't help but laugh at the sight of your boyfriend. He huffs, looking up at you. "What?"

"I told you not to come out today." You laughed and he rolled his eyes. "How rude? Don't roll your eyes at me."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll move and let you freeze to death." You tell him and Pato smiles, sitting up a bit. "You won't."

It's your turn to roll your eyes now, moving away from your boyfriend towards the door. Pato ignores your theatrics and moves closer to you again, cuddling into your side. You don't move nor do you react, you simply ignore the man.

Pato holds back the urge to roll his eyes, his lips pressed to your jaw and moves down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind. "C'mon mi amor, I'm sorry."

You ignore the man, not answering him. You'd move away again but if you move another further, you'd end up outside of the car.

He huffs, "fine, if you won't help me warm up, I'll warm myself up." His hand moves from your thigh to the hem of your sweats, shoving his hand down the front.

"Pato!" You laughed, grabbing his wrist. He smiles, "oh so that got your attention?"

"You mean you shoving your freezing hand down my pants? Yeah," you laughed but the man doesn't move his hand- at least not in the way you meant. His fingers rubbed over your panties, he can feel how warm you are, how wet you were.

"Something's got you worked up?" He asks and you ignore him question, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you try not to moan.

Pato's fingers worked slowly, pulling your panties to the side to rub on your clit and you let out a little whimper - by accident of course.

He figured there had to be a fast way to get you to forgive him. He moves his hand away and you give him a look, one he knows too well - why'd you do that. "I know," he tells you, "I'm sorry babe, one second." He pulls you by your hips to lay on the bed seat, your Uggs on the floor as he reaches for your sweats, pulling them off.

"How is this gonna make me warm?" You grumbled, an arm over your face.

"Shut up, will you?" He glances up to you, repositioning himself between your legs.

His hands rub over your thighs and despite his hands being freezing, it felt like every nerve in your body was on fire. Eventually, his hand ends up right where it previously was - exactly where you wanted it.

You let out a breath when you feel his lips on your thigh, soft kisses being peppered across the surface of your inner thigh. Your head falls back against the seat when you feel his tongue on you, he’s yet to move your panties and you're already a mess.

He finally does, smiling to himself “Fuck-” you breathe, fingers tangled in his hair.

Pato glances up at you, his nose brushes against your clit and he doesn't miss the sound coming out of your mouth or the way your hips jut towards him.

"Pato," you whined, pulling on his hair when he stopped for a moment. He chuckles, "do you forgive me?" He asked, a hand running up the side of your thigh.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking at the man. "What?"

"Say you forgive me and I'll give you whatever you want, corazón."

"Fine," you huffed, "I forgive you." You tell him quickly, pulling him back to you. Pato laughs, his face buried between your legs once again.

Your thighs squeeze around his face; he'd die a happy man right there.

You can't wait any longer, you need him in every sense of the word. Pulling your boyfriend up, he kisses you when he meets your face and you can taste yourself on him, the two of you shuffling around a bit. Pato's sitting now, his own pants pulled down half over his thighs and you're on top of him, straddling him.

He lets you sink down onto his cock. Both of you letting out a satisfied sigh, your hands gripping on his shoulders as you set the pace.

He lets out a groan when you clench around him, his hands squeezing your bare thighs, red finger prints on your skin. Pato's face buried in the crook of your neck.

Your hand tangles in his hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss him. You kiss all over his face, Pato cheeks red from the blush forming on his cheeks.

He loves when you love on him like that.  

“You’re so good for me,” you mumble against his cheek, rocking your hips back and forth. “Mmm there,” you breathe, chest pressed to his. His lips find the base of your neck, he bites down softly before kissing up to your jaw.

Pato's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you bounced on his lap. The two of you are tangled together, not sure where one of you ends and the other starts. The windows are steamy, you're no longer freezing but instead, you were sweating.

"C'mon, just like that pretty girl," he edges you on, lifting his hips to meet you halfway.

“My pretty girl, so good for me.” He whispers into the silence.

You pull him down onto you, his chest pressed to yours and your hand rests on his cheek. Your boyfriend kissing you and with a few sloppy thrusts, you feel yourself being pushed over the edge.

He groans, feeling you clench around him and he follows behind you, now coming down from his own high.

The two of you clinging onto each other, his hands slip under the back of your sweater and you giggle, bucking forward on his lap which makes him groan.

"Don't do that," he tells you and you roll your eyes, "then don't tickle me!"

Pato laughs, pulling you in for a kiss. "Warm now?"

"Sweating," you huffed, smiling against his lips.

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[perfectlyoongi]

ROOMMATE!JUNGKOOK who bakes cakes with you in the early hours of the morning when the whole city is still asleep. three or four in the morning were sacred hours in your house as autumn approached. with matching aprons and wine glasses in hand, you and Jungkook followed instructions as disorganized as possible, hoping to find some cake batter or cookies in the midst of your laughter. the music played low, remaining completely silent when you and Jungkook exchanged jokes and visions, but always lulling you into a little dance that lasted the entire morning. at six in the morning you sat at the table tasting your creation before saying goodbye and falling asleep in your rooms. “today i want an orange cake. i know it’s late, but do you want to do one with me? i found two recipes that might be good. i’ll even let you have the first slice.”

ROOMMATE!JUNGKOOK who has a collection of photos and videos of you that you might consider embarrassing. Jungkook seemed to have a certain gift when it came to humiliating you: whenever you were distracted, or too involved in something, Jungkook made a point of saving everything on his phone, creating a folder in his gallery with just your photos. you could say it was a hobby of Jungkook’s that always made him happy, as it was in these more personal moments that your soul truly shined and oh, how he was in love with that light. “you are so done on your birthday. you’ll see, i’ll post the photos i took of you in the car yesterday. you were beautiful. the world needs to see your natural beauty.”

ROOMMATE!JUNGKOOK who always orders your favorite pizza when he doesn’t feel like cooking. you shared the household chores, it was an agreement that was quickly made by you as soon as you became housemates; but there were days when Jungkook came home more tired, or even after dinner, and there was no desire or patience to cook. as such, Jungkook would order your favorite pizza from your favorite pizzeria and, after paying for it, he would call you over for dinner while he went to bed. in a way, you were always Jungkook’s priority. “hi, the work ran a little late today, sorry. i already called for your favorite pizza and you have the money here. i hope you eat well. i’m really tired. good night, angel. good night.”

ROOMMATE!JUNGKOOK who buys letter magnets to communicate with you on the fridge when your are mismatched. there were times when you would get home when Jungkook had just left. there were times when Jungkook would go to sleep when you were preparing lunch. there were days when you didn’t even see each other. but as you shared a house, communication was essential to make that experience comforting. so Jungkook bought a large number of colorful magnets in the shapes of letters for you to use as a means of communication. they were only used for basic things, of course, but it was still a very tender gesture on Jungkook’s part. “buy bread. dinner 8pm. seal.”

ROOMMATE!JUNGKOOK who always gives you a ride in winter, even if it’s just to get bread. Jungkook was so warm and helpful. if you needed something he was there to make sure you didn’t miss anything. and, when the weather was more brutal, with snow and rain decorating the streets, Jungkook always made a point of taking you wherever you needed to go, secretly keeping in his heart all the streets shared with you, shouting the most popular songs in the radio. it could be mere minutes, but it was enough to leave Jungkook completely surrendered to you. “don’t be stupid. with this cold? you may get sick and then what? i don’t know how to take care of myself, let alone you! I’m looking out for your well-being, that’s all.”

ROOMMATE!JUNGKOOK who plays drunk uno with you on long summer nights. when the boredom was a lot and the nights were too hot, you and Jungkook decided to distract yourself with a simple game of cards. changing some of the rules, you and Jungkook agreed to play several games of uno until one of you was too happy to continue. there were screams and laughter, a lot of cheating and distortions, long nights enveloped in pure happiness and complicity. without there ever being a loser, but also without any winner, you and Jungkook repeated the game on the hottest and most boring nights, each of you needing the other’s presence to make that summer something unforgettable. “no, no! you can’t put a +4 after i told you to take 2! stop being a cheater and accept your defeat. no. put the card back into your deck!”

ROOMMATE!JUNGKOOK who declares himself to you when the storm stole all the light in your house. several candles were scattered around your living room in an attempt to bring some comfort in that darkness. sitting on the couch without having much to do, you and Jungkook watched time pass slowly. a long period of silence danced around the various flames, stealing all your comfort and offering Jungkook a small door for him to finally open up to you. and it was when you went to get water that Jungkook followed you to the kitchen and, very confused and nervous, finally confessed to you. “i don’t know if it’s the candles that are making me nostalgic or if it’s really your company, but i want to tell you something. i like you. a lot. i don’t think i should like you this much but i have no control over my feelings for you.”

[pascallftv]

Girl Next Door

Next Part Series Masterlist

Dbf!Joel x F!Reader AU

Word count: 5.6k

Summary: You move back into your dad’s farmhouse in the serene countryside after you graduate college. Your dad hires Joel Miller, his best friend and neighbor, to remodel your private bathroom. Your dad is a truck driver and leaves for a work trip for several weeks, leaving Joel in your company to do his renovations and watch over you. Unbeknownst to you, Joel is just as much infatuated with you as you are with him.

Content: This fic will last multiple parts along with plot. It will be slow burn but I promise it’ll be worth it.

Warning: This first part contains mature content but is mostly plot based. (Mentions of masturbation (m and f), dirty thoughts)

This fic will contain a relationship with a 22/48 age gap. Some parts will contain mature content. There is a plot but chapters may be read separately if desired.

“Hi, babygirl.” Your dad said, pulling you in for a tight hug, swinging back and forth in your driveway.

You had just gotten back from your six hour drive home from your university in Chicago. The past four years of your life were stowed away in your little white compact SUV. Your college career had flown by in a blur; it felt like just yesterday you were a mere freshman on campus without a clue in the world as to what you were doing with the rest of your life. Fast forward and you were moving back home to stay with your father as you began your new fully remote digital marketing job. You were lucky enough to land a full-time position with a digital marketing company after completing an internship with them the summer before your senior year of college. Eventually you saw yourself living in a big city like LA, but for the time being, you decided to move back home to your dad’s house to save up some money.

Besides, you hadn’t seen your father in months. He was a full time truck driver, so your schedules clashed terribly. Over your breaks at school, your dad was conveniently scheduled to do month long drives. You missed him terribly, so you moving back home was going to allow you to rebuild your relationship with your father.

“I’m so happy to see you. I’ve got your bedroom all clean and ready to go.” Your father said as you pulled away from your hug. His eyes were beaming with excitement. Growing up, you had always been extremely close. When your mother left him when you were just three years old, he took on the job of raising you as a single father. Eventually when you were old enough to be left home alone, he landed a job with a trucking company to deliver supplies across the country. The decision was tough because the last thing your dad wanted was to leave you for weeks at a time, but the salary was too good to pass up with you eventually wanting to attend a four year university. Your college education was extremely important to your father, so seeing his baby girl all grown up with a degree and a full-time job made him so proud.

“Great!” You said, looking back at your car. “I have so much shit to carry in. Mind giving me a hand?”

“I guess.” Your dad said, his tone laced with mock dread.

You and your dad spent the next hour and a half carrying all of your belongings to your bedroom. You hadn’t realized how much shit you had collected over the past few years. By the time you were finished, you were both exhausted. You both sat in the living room sofa, biting into delivery pizza and sipping on soda. You sat with your legs perched up on the sofa cushion, and you felt so homey and accomplished. You started your first day of work at the start of next week. You were incredibly nervous for your first day, but you decided to shift your focus on spending time with your dad.

“So,” he began, “you remember Joel, right?”

Of course you remembered Joel. Joel Miller moved into the house next door the summer you graduated high school. You’d see him occasionally that summer, typically when you’d go outside to sunbathe and he was working on various chores in his yard. You both lived in farmhouses on expansive land in the middle of the country. He spent his time doing yard work and various home renovations when he wasn’t doing contractor work for his clients. You’d spoken to him on various occasions when your dad would invite him over for cookouts or to watch football games. He was a rather reserved man, something in his past making him an abrasive person. Joel had never been rude to you, but he hadn’t been overly kind either. However, that was his normal to you.

“Of course.” You said, taking another bite of pizza. Your dad sat his plate down on the coffee table, then settled back down into his couch cushion.

“I decided since you’re going to be living here full time again that I’d hire Joel to renovate your bathroom. It’s so outdated and I’d rather you have a space that’s fully functioning for when I’m gone. Besides, I want your space to be the best it can be.” Your dad explained. You smiled at him setting your pizza crust back onto your plate.

“Aw, well thank you, Dad.” You beamed up at him, setting your plate next to his on the table. “So what will the renovations consist of? Will it be functional or is he ripping it out completely?”

“If he’s going to do it, I’d rather him start from scratch and build you the bathroom to your liking. I’ll have you two sit down and discuss what you want done so he can go shop from supplies and get an idea of what you want. He’s going to get started at the beginning of next week.” He explained further. “But— I leave for a work trip on Monday and I won’t be back for at least five weeks. I figured you two can handle it and Joel is my buddy, so I trust him.”

Your dad went on about how if you needed anything while he was gone with work, that Joel had offered to help you out. Whether that was if you had any issues with repairs in the house, errands, or simply just someone to confide in. It was summer, and the weather typically got bad in your area. Tornadoes and severe weather weren’t strangers in your region, and it made you and your dad feel safer that someone like Joel was on standby.

“Already, honey. I’m beat. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” Your dad said, standing up from the couch. You stood up next to him and reached out for another hug.

“Goodnight, Dad. Thank you for helping me today. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said, your dad squeezing you tight.

Your dad normally wasn’t an affectionate guy, so you knew he was ecstatic for you to be home. This warmed your heart.

The next day, you spent most of the day unpacking most of your belongings. You started with your clothing, and ended with your toiletries and other essentials. When you were finished, you decided to throw on your bikini to go sunbathe in the backyard. It was a beautiful summer day, and you wanted nothing more than to relax and catch a tan before you spent most of your days inside on your computer. You slipped on your black bikini. It was simple, but it was flattering on your curves and showed off your patchwork tattoos. You threw on your black sunglasses, making sure to grab your headphones, then grabbed a towel from your bathroom. Your dad was right— it was very outdated and your shower and sink were showing signs of age. You were surprised both of them still functioned properly.

When you walked outside, you caught eye of your dad sitting across from someone on the patio. The figure sitting in the chair across from your father’s had ashy brown hair with streaks of gray running through it. He was wearing a washed out denim button up and a pair of dark washed jeans, acccompanied with a worn out pair of work boots. You quickly realized it was Joel.

Your dad’s head turned at the sound of you opening and closing the patio door. He immediately cracked and smile and waved at you.

“Hi sweetie.” He squinted at you, the midday sun bright against his bare eyes. Joel turned his head to to the side, locking eyes on you. He observed you with his dark brown eyes and a knit brow. He ran his calloused fingers over his salt and pepper beard as he took in the sight of you in just your skimpy bikini. Your dad introduced you as you walked towards them, you suddenly feeling insecure under his friend’s gaze. You hadn’t realized Joel was over, otherwise you wouldn’t have stepped out in minimal clothing.

“I’m sure you remember each other.” You dad continued, gesturing between the both if you. Joel nodded, his eyes baring into the dim lenses of your sunglasses.

“I do, you’re much more grown now than the last time I’d seen ya.” Joel said, his voice deep and gruff. Your stomach did a flip at his words. Why were you feeling this way?

Get a grip. You told yourself.

“Yeah.” You breathed out. “18 to 22 is a lifetime within itself.”

Joel nodded then looked back towards your father.

“I told her that you’ll be working on her bathroom for the next several weeks while I’m gone. She might run into a hiccup here and there where she might need to call you over for some help. Shouldn’t give ya too much trouble.” Your dad teased, his eyes dancing between the two of you. Joel nodded and took a sip out of the beer bottle in his hand then dropped it to rest on the arm of his chair.

“I won’t have any other gigs lined up while I’m working here. I should be around if you need me.” Joel spoke, his gaze finding yours once again. You sent him a gracious smile.

“Wonderful, thank you.” You replied. After a moment, you glanced down at your attire and cleared your throat. “I won’t keep you. I came out to get some sun before I’m stuck inside working next week.”

Joel’s eyes were still locked on you, his gaze flickering down your body and back up to eye level. Your skin felt on fire under his stare. There was something about how stern and rigorous his aura was that held your attention captive. The newfound attraction you were suddenly feeling for Joel had you puzzled and almost appalled at yourself. He was definitely a handsome man, but he was over twice you age and he was your father’s best friend. You internally scolded yourself. You weren’t sure why you were suddenly feeling this way towards Joel, but you knew you’d have to shun those thoughts away. It was preposterous.

“There’s a chance for storms next week, get that sun while you can.” Your dad said, your eyes moving from Joel to him. You frowned and adjusted the towel in your arms.

“Great.” You said sarcastically. “I’ll leave you guys to it.”

You sent them both a smile and your father waved you off. You ventured off the patio and onto the trimmed green grass of the backyard. You father and Joel’s properties were gorgeous. The expansive land overlooked a spacious field with a forest in the distance. Just before the unruly tall grass of the field was a large manmade pond with a dock that Joel had built the summer he moved in. The country was serene and beautiful. The only sounds were those of the wind whistling and the occasional airplane flying overhead.

You laid your large beach towel down on the grass. You put on your headphones and carefully laid down on your back. The sun already felt amazing on your skin. During the school year, you hadn’t had much free time to do little self care things like this. You knew the sun wasn’t great for your skin in the long run, but it wasn’t often you got to bask in the sunshine.

As you sunbathed, your dad and Joel engaged in random conversations. They discussed the weather, recent football news, the bathroom remodel, and various other things. Your dad did most of the talking while Joel tried his best to interpret what he was saying. Joel’s gaze was fixated on how perfect your breasts looked as you laid on your back taking in the sunshine. Your nipples were peeking through the thin fabric of your bikini top, not leaving much to his imagination. He adjusted in his chair. He felt his cock hardening inside of his jeans, and mentally he was punching himself. You were way too young for him. Not only was the age gap an issue, but you were his best friend’s daughter. Despite how morally distraught these feelings were making him, Joel couldn’t bring himself to take his eyes off of you. He’d avert his gaze to the pasture every so often so your father wouldn’t catch on, but every time he felt his attention reverting right back to your body.

“I hate that I won’t be here when you’re remodeling.” Your father said, rubbing the bottom of his beer bottle in circle on the wooden arm rest of his chair, observing the stains the condensation from the chilled glass left. “But I trust your judgment. And I trust her taste.”

“You know me. I’m a perfectionist.” Joel’s lips twisted into a half smile, lifting his beer to take another sip. Your father smiled back at him, chuckling and shaking his head.

“You’ll probably drive her crazy with how particular you are.” Your dad joked. It went quiet for a second, the both of them sitting in the peaceful quiet in thought.

“You know, I really thought she’d be engaged and off in some big city somewhere by now.” Your dad spoke, his head leaning back and him closing his eyes to feel the sun beating down on his skin. Joel swallowed hard, looking back towards you. You’d flipped on your stomach, your ass on perfect display for him. His cock twitched in his pants, and he quickly adjusted himself before your father reopened his eyes.

“Why’s that?” Joel responded.

“She’s always been such a romantic. Dunno where she got it from, sure as hell wasn’t me. After her mom left, I didn’t even try to date.” He began. “When she was teenager she was obsessed with romance films and novels. She was always crushing on someone.”

Your dad ran a hand through his graying hair and sighed.

“She got her heart broken pretty bad her senior year of high school. She was dating this asshole for two years and then he cheated on her. Since then, I don’t think she’s even tried to date. Makes me sad for her, but then again I guess it let her focus on her school work.” He explained. Joel felt a tightness in his chest at his words. He was almost jealous.

You were one of the most beautiful women Joel had ever laid eyes on. Not only were you pretty, but you were a kind, wise soul. In the times he’d been around you before you left for college, you acted beyond your years. You were intelligent and engaging to speak to. His infatuation with you had started when you were eighteen, but he had always shunned away his attraction for everyone’s sake.

Joel did know one thing for sure. He didn’t know how in the hell he was going to hide his feelings for you for the next several weeks.

Monday came sooner than you had anticipated. You had said goodbye to your father the night before because you knew Monday was going to be chaotic with him loading up his luggage for his trip while you were making sure your setup was flawless for your first day of remote work. You’d spent the rest of the weekend rearranging you bedroom and workspace while also prioritizing spending time with your father. You were used to rarely seeing him while you were away at college, but it still pained you to see him leave for the next several weeks.

You began work at nine in the morning. You were a digital marketing assistant for a company within the entertainment industry, so your daily tasks consisted of editing social media content. As long as you got your tasks done for the day, you could take breaks and technically end your day whenever you wanted. By two in the afternoon you had already finished your first day of work, and you immediately felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. You were worried for no reason. You were more than qualified and you enjoyed your work.

You and Joel planned to sit down and discuss the plans for your bathroom remodel that evening, so you spent a majority of the rest of the afternoon researching renovation inspiration. You saved several pictures of showers, sinks, and layouts that you liked to show Joel. You were nervous to see Joel. You were normally very good with hiding your attraction for people, but something about Joel made you extra nervous. You were terrified you were going to act weird and make it painfully obvious. You sighed and stood up from your desk, deciding to take one last shower in your bathroom before it was out of service for the next couple months.

You grabbed your waterproof speaker and connected your phone to play some music as you showered. You decided to shuffle your classic rock playlist and turned the water as hot as it could go. One of your flaws was needing scorchingly hot shower water. You hummed along to “Beast of Burden” as you brushed through the tangles in your hair. Your thoughts began to run crazy as you disassociated while prepping for your shower. Your mind drifted off to Joel. You couldn’t help but wonder about his personal life. Was he seeing anyone? Has he ever been married? If so, what happened? Your thoughts were running wild as you stepped into the shower, the water almost being too hot to withstand, but it felt perfect on your skin.

The water ran off your skin, your hair soaking as you emulsified shampoo between your palms. A scenario began to play in your head. You imagined it were Joel’s large, coarse hands scrubbing the shampoo into your scalp. You closed your eyes and parted you lips as you imagined him towering over you from behind, his front touching your backside as he massaged the shampoo into your locks. The shea butter scent filled the steamy shower stall, the suds falling down the soft skin of your body. You felt a rush of arousal send a tingle down your abdomen into your core. You felt naughty having such disgusting thoughts about your dad’s best friend, but you hadn’t felt this aroused in months. You hadn’t had sex since your last high school relationship. You’d gone on a few dates in college, but none of them ever led to anything. The furthest you’d gone with anyone was a few steamy make outs at the club on the weekends when you got a little too drunk, but you never ended up taking anyone home.

You nipples began to harden under the flow of water from your shower head. Your eyes flickered up to inspect the shower head. It wasn’t detachable. You groaned in disappointment. You needed friction immediately. Your hand reached up to your breasts, softly toying with the supple flesh of your nipple. You ran gentle circles around the raised skin, pinching the mound between your fingertips. You exhaled deeply, your folds slowly begging to become coated in arousal. You squeezed your thighs together to try and relieve the discomfort. Your clit was throbbing at the crest of your folds. You slowly lowered your hand down your torso to your clitoral hood, lifting it up ever so softly to graze your sensitive bud. Your legs jolted at the sudden wash of pleasure in your lower abdomen. You carefully danced circles around the bundle of nerves. After teasing your clit for a moment, you lowered your fingers to swipe up your vulva, then teasing the soft skin around the opening of your vagina.

You inserted your index finger into your opening, curling it upwards to run over the rough skin of your g spot. You moaned softly as you began to pump your finger in and out of yourself. You added a second finger as your canal adjusted to the girth of your first finger. You couldn’t remember the last time you masturbated, so the intense pleasure was overcoming your senses exceptionally fast. You free hand moved downwards to press against the flesh of your pelvic bone, pushing your g spot further against your fingertips. You gasped as you felt the estranged feeling of your orgasm creeping up on you. The white heat of you climax was in the distance, and you moved your outer hand to run circles around your clit. The added pleasure of the clitoral stimulation sent you into pure euphoria. Your orgasm hit you suddenly, your pussy clenching around your fingers. Your eyes rolled back in your head as your climax hit you like a train, your legs losing their strength beneath you. You moaned audibly, your hand jutting out to stabilize yourself against the wall of your shower.

What you didn’t realize as you were pleasuring yourself in the shower was Joel had entered your house to meet with you about your bathroom. He’d figured you were finishing up your work day, so he took a seat on the sofa downstairs. He had texted you several minutes ago and you weren’t responding. He tapped his finger against his thigh, soon realizing he could hear the shower running upstairs. His mind drifted off to imagine how your naked body would look covered in suds and glistening from the water in the shower. He felt like a horny teenage boy. You had been infiltrating his thoughts like crazy since the day you sunbathed. Embarrassingly enough, Joel had jacked off two nights in a row over the sight of your tits and ass in that tiny bikini. He wanted nothing more than to explore your body without the obstruction of clothing. He felt vile and disgusting thinking so animalistically about you, but the infatuation was overcoming him.

Joel’s ears perked up when he heard your muffled moans coming from upstairs. His brows knitted together as he tried to decipher what he had just heard. You couldn’t be, could you? His suspicions were confirmed when he heard you moan again. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat and his mind began racing again. You were masturbating not even twenty feet away from him. He felt his pants begin to tighten, and he let out a breathy moan as he palmed himself over his jeans. He felt so dirty and desperate. He longed to bound up the stairs and join you, fucking you against the wall of your shower, your soapy breasts shoved up against the glass door. He tipped his head back and he squeezed his penis through his jeans, the tent struggling against the tight material. He could feel himself leaking into his boxers. In a quick decision, Joel pushed himself off the couch and made his way to the downstairs bathroom. He wasn’t sure how long you would take to finish your shower, but he knew he’d have to relieve himself to be able to have a normal conversation with you about this remodel.

Joel closed the bathroom door, locking it behind him. He wasted no time unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles. He gripped the sink with his free hand, reaching into his boxers to pull out his throbbing cock. Just as he thought, his tip was leaky and sensitive. He ran his middle finger and thumb in a tight ring around the ridge between his mushroom tip and shaft, stroking it firmly. He breathily whimpered as he gripped the counter harder, his knuckles turning white. He began to pump himself up and down, picturing your breathtaking body in that god for saken bikini again. He imagined pushing you back onto your bed in that skimpy little suit, the ties around your hips loosened. He visualized untying the strings, slipping the material off to expose your perfect pussy to him. God, and your perky tits were enough to make his length twitch in his hand. He stroked himself faster, feeling himself getting closer to release. He replayed the sweet sound of your moan in his head, the small detail being enough for his release to jump in hot spurts against his hand. He moaned as he came hard, his abdominal muscles clenching as his climax overcame his senses.

Joel took a moment to catch his breath and come down from his high before grabbing a tissue to clean up his hand and tip. He exhaled deeply as he tucked his softened length back into his boxers. He wondered if you had finished as he washed his hands with citrus scented hand soap.

You had come downstairs nearly an hour after Joel had finished. That orgasm was exactly what you needed to relax before facing Joel. Sure, you were consciously fighting the remorse after cumming on your fingers to the thought of your neighbor, but you weren’t nearly as nervous as you had been previously.

You’d gotten Joel’s text, and you internally cringed knowing that he was in the house while you were masturbating to the thought of him. You hurried down to greet him, finding him sitting on the sofa. You noticed his cheeks were more flushed than usual, but you assumed he had just been outside doing chores that day and had gotten a little too much sun.

“Hi, I’m so sorry to keep you waiting. I was in the shower and got carried away.” You apologized, sitting down adjacent to Joel. He glanced up at you with his big brown eyes, an emotion running through them that you couldn’t put a finger on.

“No worries.” Joel responded with his gruff voice. He cleared his throat. He seemed stiff, as though something was bothering him. You kept your suspicions to yourself and opened your laptop to show Joel the inspiration pictures you had saved.

“I have a few inspiration pictures for the bathroom.” You said softly, your finger dragging gently across the touchpad of your laptop to navigate to the file where you compiled several pictures of bathrooms you found online. You wouldn’t be very helpful with the actual construction of the bathroom, let alone the shopping for parts, but you had an aesthetic in mind. You turned your laptop so it would be easier for Joel to see, and scooted closer to him. Your thighs were inches apart, and Joel swallowed when he noticed he could feel the heat radiating off your bare thighs. You smelled lovely, like warm vanilla and cashmere. The smell was intoxicating and Joel longed to reach out and touch the soft skin of your leg, but he knew he couldn’t.

The first picture you showed Joel was of a bathroom with white and black checkered floors with forest green tile walls. Your favorite color had always been green, and you loved the retro feel of the checkered flooring. Joel was a very simple man when it came to designs, but he found himself loving the pictures you’d chosen. They were very much you. You swiped through the pictures, briefly explaining what you loved about each one. Joel observed each photo carefully, taking into account what stood out most to you.

“I love the gold and black accents.” Joel said at one of the pictures you showed him. You glanced up at him with a toothy grin.

“I was worried you’d hate it. But I’m so glad you agree.” You beamed, looking back towards your laptop. Seeing your smile made Joel feel warm inside. Something as simple as seeing you smile really made Joel realize the effect you had on him. His attraction was undeniable, but the realization of the situation sent a pang of disappointment through him. You were so young with so much life ahead of you. You’d never settle down for someone at his age. He couldn’t give you the typical life you deserved; he couldn’t bring you kids, and you were just starting your career. He was nearing the end of his. It would be selfish of him to ever try and hold you back from experiencing life. Joel tried his best to push away those dreadful thoughts for the time being and focus on the present. He enjoyed being around you, and he was going to make the most of it without letting his newfound feelings interfere.

“I’ll have to go to the store and scope out some materials. There’s a chance they won’t have everything we need in store and I might have to order online. If I end up ordering online, it won’t be a big deal considering I’ll have to tear out most of your bathroom first.” Joel explained. You listened attentively as he spoke, you gaze focusing on the way the lines in his face moved as he spoke. You could sit and listen to him speak for hours and not get bored.

“Do you mind if I go take a look at your bathroom and take some pictures?” He asked, leaning back to take his phone out of his front pocket. You swallowed hard as your eyes drifted to the crotch of his jeans, observing the protruding outline. You quickly looked back towards his face, but he had noticed. He decided to not address it, but he couldn’t help but feel the electricity strike through him. Maybe he was overthinking it; you were probably looking innocently to see what he was reaching for.

“Oh, yes of course. Help yourself.” You responded, closing your laptop and placing it on the coffee table in front of you. As you leaned forward, Joel’s gaze fell to watch the way your ass peeked out of the bottom of your shorts. He couldn’t help himself. He averted his eyes as you sat back up. He cursed at himself mentally when he felt his dick begin to harden in his boxers.

“Lead the way.” He said, pushing himself off the couch.

He followed you upstairs, his hand immediately falling to his crotch to adjust himself. The friction only made things worse. It didn’t help that he had a perfect view of your ass as you climbed the stairs. He could only hope you wouldn’t notice the tent in his pants once you got to the bathroom.

You lead him through your bedroom, apologizing quietly at the mess since you were still in the process of unpacking all of your belongings. Your room smelled heavenly. It smelled exactly like you and your delicious vanilla perfume. The smell itself made Joel feel weak. When you made it to the bathroom, you stepped aside to give him room to take pictures and observe what needed to be done. You took a moment to really take in his appearance. His shoulders were wide and his muscles were practically protruding through the short sleeves of his button up shirt. His jeans were tight against his muscular thighs, and even tighter against his crotch. You could’ve sworn the bulge in his pants was even larger than you’d observed downstairs, but you looked away quickly. You felt it deep in your core as you thought about the possibility of him being hard around you. You convinced yourself it was impossible.

Joel began snapping pictures of your bathroom, taking close ups of any details he found important. He opened the stall door to your shower, investigating the impurities in its design. It was definitely aged and needed repairs. It was a good thing he would need to rip out the shower entirely to remodel it to your desired design. This remodel would probably take him a couple months. He knew it would challenge his abilities, but it wasn’t anything impossible for him. He knew it was going to take extra time considering he wanted nothing but perfection for you.

“I’ll probably start tearing out the shower and sink tomorrow. I’ll need to go ahead and replace the toilet too. It’ll take me a few days to tear everything out.” Joel exhaled, taking a step back from the bathroom and peering down at you. “I’ll need to go to the store today and order some materials to make sure they’re here by next week. Would you like to come with me to pick out what you want?”

Your belly fluttered at the idea of running to the store with him. It would feel very domestic spending time with him outside of with your father and this remodel. Although it was still for the remodel, you would be able to spend time with him in public and get to know him better.

“Sure, I would love to.” You said, grinning up at him with your doe eyes.

You were close in proximity, and his musky aftershave was intoxicating. If the circumstances were different, you’d waste no time in pulling him into you and kissing him, but you couldn’t do that. You looked away to locate your purse.

“Do you want to go now? Maybe we can get something to eat on the way back?” You said, wandering over to your desk to grab your purse.

“That works.” Joel said, his voice deep and rich. He ran hand through his hair and put his phone in his pocket, replacing it with his keys in his hand.

Joel was nervous. Nervous to spend time with you outside of this project. You were wonderful and he wanted nothing more than to spend time with you, but he knew how dangerous that was for him. He feared the more time spent with you, the more he was going to become infatuated with you. But nonetheless, he led the way to his truck.

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when did you start to have feelings for the cute stranger on your morning commute and how are you going to be able to tell him?

⇀ pairing yunho x reader

⇀ genre fluff, angst, strangers 2 lovers

⇀ style one-shot

⇀ word count 4k

⇀ warnings food, yunho cries

⇀ reactions from the gc “Okay but why do I have tears in my eyes” “I feel all warm and toasty inside” “I had a lovely time”

note sorry if you hate brown sugar oatmilk lattes, cinnamon sugar bagels, pastries in general, or sushi

getting a new position in your company meant better pay, a new office, and different work hours. you were happy for the shift in your routine, feeling like you were starting to become a part of some machine, but you were honestly happier for the shift in your commute time.

your old hours always had you riding the train at the busiest times, shoved into a car with a collection of other desk workers like a bunch of sardines, and over the years you’d grown used to not being able to find a seat or even have any form of personal space. you’d always accepted it as a necessary evil that just accompanied getting to work at a prestigious corporation in the city but now, climbing into a train car that was next to empty, you were regretting ever settling for less.

you’d quickly grown into a routine with these new hours, grabbing an iced brown sugar oatmilk latte from the cafe on the corner of the station entrance before your train, spending the 30-ish minute ride sipping and reading a few pages from the book you’d purchased most recently, and then using the extra time before work started to grab a cinnamon sugar bagel from the bakery a block away from the company, unless the pastry of the day was particularly appealing in which case you’d grab two of those.

of the people who took the train at the same time as you, there were always a few regulars mixed in with the random passengers. the old lady, you’d lovingly nicknamed mrs. blue, was an every day passenger. she’d already be on the train when you would board, sat in the farthest corner of the car, with a collection of different knit items on her lap, some incomplete and often actively being worked on during the ride. she wore a different blue shirt every day, and although you were months into this new routine she hadn’t repeated any yet. she would get off exactly three stops before you, taking her time to gather her knits as the doors opened and although you worried that one day the doors would close before she made it onto the platform she hadn’t missed her stop yet.

probably the most recent regular you noticed was someone you’d called the flash to your roommate and the name just stuck. he would board one stop after yours, always arriving at the platform at the same time as the train. he’d take about a minute to look at all the free seats on the train but after what seemed like a heavy debate with himself, one where he would gesture subtly with his hands and mutter quietly under his breath, he would take the same seat he’d taken yesterday, and the day before, and every day as long as you’d been riding this line. he would get off a stop before your own and just as with his arrival, his form would disappear from the platform in tandem with the train’s departure.

of course the most interesting of all the passengers, and the first regular you’d noticed, was a man that both boarded and exited the train at the same stops as you. he was tall, you’d estimate around six feet, and although he’d seemed intimidating as you’d stood on the departure platform for the first time since your change in work hours, he sent you a smile that simply melted away all of your worries when he’d caught your eyes flickering toward him cautiously.

he was always waiting at the platform before you, no matter how early you were to the station, and he always wore one wireless earbud. if it was in the right ear he was obviously on a call, talking and laughing with someone he’d called mingi. if it was in the left ear he was silent and you assumed he was just listening to something, likely music or an audiobook. however, no matter which ear was occupied he would always greet you with a warm smile and a slight nod when you would saddle up next to him on the platform.

you’d tried to parse his reasons for taking the train so often and so regularly but it was next to impossible to be sure when he was always dressed so casually and never carried the same items. some days he’d be weighed down by a backpack that looked like it was holding several concrete bricks while other days he’d have nothing but his phone in his hand. every few days he’d have a different bag of takeout food, though the only repeat container was from a thai place you’d googled one day after noticing him carrying a bag with the same logo for the fourth time.

when you both would leave the train after arriving at your stop, you would cross paths, each of you having exited the door of the car opposite to the direction you would head to leave the platform. at first he would just give you another smile and nod but about a month into this routine he’d escalated to telling you to “have a good day” to which you’d return a quick “you too”.

the train on the way home from work held a different set of regulars, a slightly younger and more rowdy collection, but after a couple months into this new pattern you would find your mind wandering away from the words on the page in front of you to the man from your morning ride.

he was certainly attractive, a sharp jaw that complimented sculpted cheeks, a nose that perfectly defined his side profile, and eyes that would crinkle up whenever he would laugh or smile. speaking of his laugh, you’d noticed he had a habit of tilting his head back when he would find something particularly amusing, a tendency that had caused him to bump his head against the wall of the train car behind him several times. each time this accident had occurred, you would dip your own head, lips pressed together in an attempt to suppress the enamored giggles that would bubble into your throat. after you managed to calm yourself, you’d take a peek in the man’s direction to find a light blush dusted over the apples of his cheeks and along the tops of his ears, eyes flicking toward you before his ears would transition to an even darker shade of red and he would hide his own shy giggles behind his hand, his gaze shifting to the train floor.

your routine became familiar after a few months, comfortable even. it gave you a sense of security, knowing that he’ll always be there.

of course that means that the one day you arrive at the station and he’s not stood in his usual spot on the platform you can almost feel the universe poking a hole through your bubble. it lets in a little bit of something that anyone else might recognize as disappointment, but to you it feels heavier. it’s painted with a hint of worry, and you itch to check the time on your phone every few seconds just to triple and quadruple check that you’re not running behind. you try to ignore the way his absence has thrown you off but as you take a sip of your latte it almost feels like even your drink tastes different.

you board the train when it arrives as you would every other time but even mrs. blue seems to notice the lack of your usual companion, pausing a moment in the middle of a stitch with yarn tangled between her fingers, before she returns to her own routine. similarly, the flash takes twice as long to choose his usual seat, eyes lingering on where the man would usually have been sitting before he moves about his day as normal.

your book seems even less interesting today, the story dragging on as the author tries to build suspense that you just can’t seem to bring yourself to focus on. instead, you wonder if he’s okay, you hope he is, dwelling on all of the possible reasons he could have missed the train, because that’s what you assume he did. he must have missed it, his alarm this morning not waking him or construction making him change his usual path to the station. of all the possibilities for his absence, you in no way consider the reality that approaches as you hop off at your usual stop.

he makes his way through the door he would normally exit, boarding the car instead, with a woman following close on his heels. their hands are connected, fingers intertwined, as he pulls her toward his usual seat on the train and he wears the same light blush as when he’d hit his head on the wall. he looks happy and you want to breathe a sigh of relief that he’s okay, but your body refuses to relax at the sight, your stomach turning and heart clenching as you see her beam up at him.

neither of them take any notice of you, too enraptured in the little bubble surrounding them as you make your way toward the rest of your day. something in the back of your mind tells you that you’re not going to have a very good one.

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your day isn’t too extraordinary, the usual tasks and duties taking up your work time, but every so often your mind will drift, as it usually does, to your train companion. unfortunately, instead of the standard admirations of the way he’d worn his hair that day or the opinions on the conversation that you’d parsed from hearing just his half of the phone call, your thoughts seem to be stuck on the way her hand had been firmly captured in his own and the way his eyes had lit up when the woman on his arm had laughed.

as the weeks go on, and his appearances on the train become more infrequent and completely changed by the girl that seems to be his world, you start to consider that this may be your new normal. maybe a regular has shifted into the crowd.

you feel something inside yourself shift in response to this new situation and you try not to harp on it. however, how are you supposed to reconcile something that you weren’t even aware had been happening. when had the boy stood on the platform turned into a crush?

it felt childish to admit, falling for a relative stranger, but it felt even more foolish to realize that she must have been his reason for all those months. that girl was why he took the train, why he was always punctual and bright. maybe you’d purposely ignored the signs, the occasional bouquet and the mention of a jiyoung when on a call, or maybe you’d been too caught up in your own interest, in your own feelings, to realize that he was only a stranger. you didn’t even know his name.

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you’re not even sure how long it had been since you’d seen him on the platform as you approached, your latte in your hand and steps stuttering as you realized that he was there. he looked nice today, more dressed up than you think you'd ever seen him. black tie neat and blazer crisp as he shifted from foot to foot almost nervously. it was hard not to notice the bouquet in his arms, a collection of several different pink flowers wrapped neatly in brown paper, and the container of food from that thai place. you could reason to guess that it was likely her favorite, the portions he’d carried had always been suspiciously small for someone of his stature but you’d never seen a need to analyze that before.

aside from the new surprise that just is seeing him on this platform and taking this train, you’re shocked to find that you can’t see an earbud in his left ear but he also doesn’t appear to be in conversation with anyone. he’s not on the phone, he’s not even reaching into his pocket for his headphones, he’s staring straight ahead at the empty tracks, almost willing the train to arrive faster.

as you approach your usual spot on the platform his eyes flick over to you, sensing movement in his peripheral. you try not to make eye contact, pulling your phone out of your pocket to appear busy.

“hi.”

of all the greetings you’ve ever shared, verbal communication was new. you weren’t anticipating any sort of recognition, as you’d stood further away from him purposely, partly in an effort to avoid any sort of interaction with him.

you didn’t respond aloud, your gaze briefly locking with his as you nod slightly before looking back to the screen of your phone.

he doesn’t seem deterred by your lack of proper response, though, as he takes a step in your direction.

“do you think this is too cheesy?”

his voice is much higher than you’ve heard it previously, when he’s talking with mingi or sending you off to have a good day, and you can hear a nervous shake in the tone.

you venture to glance back up at him, the bouquet in his hands now turned out to you so that you can see the writing on the wrapping paper.

will you be my girlfriend?

the lump that forms in your throat is involuntary and you try to swallow it away as you blink at him.

“it’s cute,” you manage after a moment, trying to avoid further discussion as you quickly return to your phone. maybe you could fish out your own headphones from the depths of your bag.

“i got her favorite too,” he explains with a lift of the takeout container, completely oblivious to the hint that you aren’t in the mood to converse. “i never really liked thai but i don’t mind.”

you bite your tongue to keep from saying anything, urging your brain to ignore the curiosity of what he would prefer instead.

you’re sure that you’ve never been more thankful for the punctuality of the train as it comes quickly into view in the next moment, screeching to a stop in front of you both and cutting off the conversation.

you notice that he makes his way to his usual spot, mrs. blue peeking at him from the corner of her eye before she returns to her latest project.

instead of your usual place, one that wasn’t directly across from him but still too close for whatever your heart was doing right now, you decide to take a different spot, one where you can convincingly be enraptured in the pages of your book while your mind takes in none of the words, too focused on the latest development with your train companion.

you try to think about anything other than the boy with the bouquet but it feels like the length of the ride that you’ve taken for months has suddenly doubled. you’re not sure the doors have ever stayed open this long at each stop, yet each platform is more unusually barren than the last, leaving the car with just the usuals occupying their spots.

at your stop, only you and him are left and you realize that in sitting further away from him you’d managed to sit closer to the door that he would normally exit, both of you almost colliding as you try to fit through the doorway and step out onto the platform.

“have a good day,” he says, and it’s not only different because it’s the first time you’d heard the phrase from him in so long but because his voice is still high and still shaky.

you take a shallow breath, trying to calm the prickling sensation that washes over your skin, and you reply, “good luck.”

you don’t stay to see his reaction, dipping your head and feet leading you in your usual direction. you don’t even realize you were practically jogging until you make it to the bakery almost 10 minutes before you normally would.

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half of your day is spent wondering how it all went for him, your regular duties not nearly as interesting as the turmoil in your heart.

your brain tells you that she obviously said yes, simply based on the brief moments you’d seen of them together, and your heart reasons that you want her to say yes, the smile that she’d put on his face when they were together absolutely mesmerizing, but somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach you wish for her to say no. you try to suppress the thought, reasoning that it wouldn’t mean you suddenly had a chance, but the jealousy only continued to fester until you realize that you’d been typing out your internal argument instead of the report you were tasked to start.

you tussle with your feelings for the rest of the day, even as you pack up and make your way to the station in order to head back home for the night. you’re almost too caught up in your head to notice a familiar bouquet in the hands of an even more familiar stranger sat on the bench just off the platform.

you pause when you first notice him, his gaze set firmly on the slightly wilted flowers, eyebrows furrowed in what appears to be a mix of thought and anger, and you try to decide what to do. you could simply walk past and pretend that you hadn’t noticed him, but as you consider that a guilt starts to replace the jealous feeling that had started to manifest earlier in the day. a voice in the back of your mind tells you that you’re responsible, you’d secretly wished for his rejection hadn’t you, but you quiet that voice as you take a deep breath and approach him.

“hi,” you chirp once you’re at the end of the bench and you realize that you don’t know what else to say. you didn’t have any kind of plan.

he looks up at you, eyes wide and a little pathetic to complement the subtle downturn of his lips. you try not to react when he notices it’s you and his expression lifts slightly before dropping back down.

“hi,” he practically whispers, the word heavy and soft as it leaves his lips.

“this seat taken?” you resist the urge to drop your face into your palm as your mouth moves before you can stop it but if he finds the phrase at all awkward he doesn’t comment, only gesturing to the empty space with his hand as a sort of invitation.

you move onto the bench, angling your body to face him and you can’t tell if you imagine him shift to match you or if he’d always been sat on an angle as his gaze moves back to the flowers.

“she said no,” he supplies with a shake of the bouquet and a few petals fall out, one landing in his lap while the rest float to the ground.

you bite your lip as your hand reaches out reflexively but you quickly pull it back in before you can pick the petal from his thigh.

“did she say why?” you ignore the thought that you may be prying, telling yourself that he’d offered the information first.

he lets out a single humorless chuckle as his eyes close. when he opens them he looks up at you once more, gaze and voice noticeably watery as he replies, “she never wanted something serious. she thought it was just always going to be casual.”

a tear makes its way past his waterline and he’s quick to wipe it away with the back of his hand before he drops his gaze to his lap, noticing the petal there and brushing it off.

you try to think of anything else to do aside from just sitting here and watching him cry when you realize that he no longer has the bag of takeout and are reminded of the question you wanted to ask him earlier in the day.

“what’s your favorite?” you ask, cringing slightly for not being clear when he looks up at you with a confused expression.

“uh, food,” you elaborate and he tilts his head slightly as though he’s never heard the question before.

he takes a moment to think, eyes fluttering around the both of you, before he says, “i guess japanese.”

you nod slowly, pursing your lips as it’s now your turn to think.

“great,” you say after a moment, rising from the bench after you check the time, “because i love sushi.”

he quirks his head at you again, this time his face scrunches up in confusion, as he watches you stand and take the bouquet from his hands. he doesn’t bother to try getting it back as you walk toward the edge of the platform, the train coming into view only a moment later.

when you notice that he hasn’t followed you, you look back at him over your shoulder.

“you’re gonna miss your train,” you call to him and he hesitantly follows as you board.

the car is empty today and you breathe a gentle sigh of relief as you anticipate your plan.

only a few seconds after you’ve taken your seat, your train companion steps into the car, still observing you with confusion, although you see a hint of amusement start to take over his features as you gesture to his usual seat.

he says nothing as he sits down, eyes fixed on you to the point that he almost misses his chair, sliding down into the seat with a soft thump.

“if you keep staring at me you’re going to make this immensely harder for me,” you say loud enough for him to hear as you look down at the bouquet in your hands. you take the edge of the brown wrapping paper into your hand, the material considerably more wrinkled than when you’d seen it earlier that day, and start to tear. luckily the writing is on the outer layer and so you can tear it off without causing the arrangement to change.

you can’t see his face but you can imagine the tilt of his head as you work to remove the phrase from the flowers, crumbling up the paper and tossing it into your bag.

as the train comes to the first stop you peek onto the platform and silently thank the universe for urging those taking the train from this station to climb into the other cars, leaving only you and your stranger sat in the plastic seats of the familiar car.

before the train can start to move again you stand, clearing your throat, and you notice him shift slightly as though preparing to get up before you take a few steps and close the distance between you.

you let out a breath as you take the seat next to him, eyes intently connected with his own, before holding the bouquet in front of him.

“hi, i’m y/n and i’ve seen you on the train before,” you start, his eyes eager and round as though trying to convey that he’s listening. “i think you’re really cute and i’d appreciate the chance to take you to din-“ you cut yourself off as you pull out your phone to check the time and you swear the corners of his lips pull up in amusement. “midnight snack,” you conclude, putting your phone away as you turn back to him.

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, eyes just looking into yours as his lips slowly part to reveal a toothy smile.

“preferably japanese,” you add to break the silence, the words barely audible.

without breaking eye contact he takes the bouquet from your hand, his fingers brushing against your own and causing a heat to climb the back of your neck.

“hi,” he starts, placing the bouquet onto the seat on the other side of him, “i’m yunho and i’ve seen you on the train before. i think you’re very cute and i’d be happy to get a midnight snack with you.”

you try to keep the blush from spreading to your cheeks but you give up as you notice yunho’s own ears and face growing pink.

“i just have one condition,” he adds and you cock your head in confusion.

“the snack has to be japanese.”

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Angel in the House

Ona Batlle x Reader, Part 2.5 of [She's going to be okay.] [La Princesa] [Royalty]

Fluff, just fluff. Okay as I was writing the angsty writer in me came out and there is a little. Whoops.

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“I’ll get her darling, you go back to bed.”

You climb out of bed and walk over to the cot that has a crying La Princesa. It’s two thirty in the morning, Eliana having woken the both of you up three time prior. Being a six-month-old wasn’t easy, she gave both her parents a run for their money.

“What’s wrong my girl?” you ask her quietly, picking her up gently. She’s fussing, you check her diaper but it’s clean. You quickly realize that she’s probably hungry, having been fed a few hours ago. You sigh, kissing Eliana on the forehead softly. You’re going to need to wake Ona, you had hoped you didn’t need to and she could sleep. She had bags under her eyes like you did but you had promised to take the night shifts since she was still on break from football and was home with Eliana the whole day. You slowly walk back over to the bed, rocking the still fussing Eliana.

“Ona?”

“Hm?”

“She’s hungry, hermosa. Can you feed her?”

Ona sits up and rubs her eyes. She looks extremely tired, you feel bad for having to wake her. She nods and silently pulls her (your) hoodie off and slips her bra off her shoulder. You hand her Eliana and she begins to feed her. You walk back around the bed and climb back in, gently sitting behind Ona and maneuvering her between your legs. You look down over her shoulder and admire Eliana, her soft nursing sounds bringing joy to both of your hearts. You kiss Ona’s ear as she leans back into your chest, your arms wrapping around her and holding Eliana too.

“Thank you, darling.” You whisper into her ear; she looks back and smiles, leaning in to kiss your lips softly. “She is perfect, ¿Sí?” Ona asks, hand coming up to stroke Eliana’s cheek softly.

“She is so, so perfect. Just like her Mama.”

Eliana unlatches with a soft pop; you move out from behind them to take her. She burps but spits up all over you, earning a soft scold and a kiss to her tiny nose. You bounce her in your arms for what seems like hours until eventually she does fall asleep. You lay her back in the crib and pull your shirt off, climbing back into bed where Ona seems to have abandoned her shirt too. She wakes up with a start when she feels your side of the bed dip, turning around and facing you. You smile and pull her into your arms, she smiles softly and kisses your chin.

“I’ve got the day off tomorrow.” You tell her softly, she looks up with a surprised look.

“Since when?”

“Since I asked Jonatan at training yesterday.”

“And just when were you going to tell me?”

“In the morning when you yelled at me for being late.”

She chuckles and playfully punches your chest, giggling into it when you lean in kiss her forehead.

“If you’re up to it, I thought maybe we could have a family day out. Maybe drive up to Vilassar de Mar to see Mum and Dad?”

“I’d love that.”

“Good because I called and told them we were coming. Mum’s cooking your favorite.”

//

“Y/N, we’re going to be late!”

“Babe, it’s a half hour drive. We’re not going to be late!”

“You will be when I leave without you!”

You walk out of the bedroom with Eliana’s diaper bag that you’ve triple checked. She’s fast asleep in her mother’s arms, gripping her shirt oh so cutely. You walk over to Ona and kiss her lips softly, before kissing Eliana too so she didn’t feel left out.

All buckled up in the car, you began the drive to Ona’s hometown. She sat in the back with Eliana, softly singing along to the radio. It was a beautiful sunny day in Barcelona, you wondered if everyone would be inclined to go down to the beach for a bit.

//

"¡Hija, te he extrañado!"

"¡Hola mamá, yo también te he extrañado!"

“Y/N! My darlings, come in, come in!”

Ona’s mother was quick to take Eliana out of your hands as she cooed softly at her. You walked in with Ona, hand on the small of her back. She sat in the living room with a loud sigh, leaning her head back. You stood in front of her, eyes full of concern.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes, it’s just, we can finally rest if mamá watches Eli for the day.”

“I think she would love nothing more, darling.”

You both look over at her mother, smiling when she tries to get Eli to smile. It’s heartwarming, a memory that both of you will treasure. Just as her mother pulls another funny face, Ona’s father and brother walk in, loudly greeting you both. Joan pulls you in for a tight hug, scolding you for not bringing his niece over more. Her father joins his wife, efforts doubling to try and make Eli smile. She’s an easy-going baby, she loves the attention she gets from all the people who love her dearly.

Eli is left with her abuelo as you and Ona go into the kitchen to help bring the food out. The patio had a long table set up, the warm Barcelona sun beating down on your necks. Food in Spain was a love language, you all ate and ate until you couldn’t anymore. Ona dipped inside to feed Eli, coming back twenty minutes later with a happy baby swaddled comfortably against her mothers’ chest.

//

“Can you take her bebé, she’s fussing again.” Ona asks as everyone sits inside to enjoy the A/C. A habit that clearly developed when Eli was in the womb was the fact that she calmed almost immediately when she heard your voice. No one else could calm the fussy baby better than sweet words from you. Her eyes were wide and attentive when she heard you talking, a little inkling of a smile etched on her face.

“Hola, guapa, you’re giving Mama a hard time huh? Mummy’s got you, you’re such a fussy girl today. You’re just feeling gassy aren’t you, you cheeky monkey? Aren’t you?”

Eli giggled and cooed softly, eyes wide like she always had. You lean back into the couch holding her, softly whispering sweet nothings to your daughter. Her eyes start to feel heavy as she falls asleep on your chest. Ona records the whole interaction, excited to send it to the girls immediately after.

Ona moves and sits beside you, smiling down at the two of you. Her heart fills with love, proud of how far the journey of starting a family had taken both of you. There were many failed attempts at getting pregnant at the start; her body not accepting the first few implants. When she got the call in the changing room that day, she was more scared than anything. You both hadn’t gotten this far before and it terrified her. Every day she hoped and prayed that it would work and there would be no complications till that night in the emergency room where she feared the worst. Now, as she sat her in her parents’ house with her child in your arms and you beaming down at her fondly; she knew that it was all worth it.

“I can hear you thinking.”

Your voice pulls her out of her thoughts as she simply leans in and kisses you. Its chaste, the kind of kiss that has relief laced into it.

“Sorry, just thinking about how far we’ve come. As a couple and as parents.”

“I would do it all over again baby, as long as it’s with you.”

“You’re getting soft.”

“For the two of you? I don’t mind it one bit.”

//

The both of you were cuddling on the couch, Eliana on your chest as she took her afternoon nap. Everyone had decided to do the same, everyone in a little corner to themselves to indulge in a food-induced coma. Ona was patting Eliana’s back softly, head tucked into your neck. This was your favorite part of your day, when you came home from training to join your girls on the couch as they were usually napping when you got home. You kissed Ona’s forehead softly, leaving a lingering kiss there before pulling back.

“Mamá has agreed to watch Eli for a few hours.”

“What for?”

“I’m taking you out on a date.”

“I don’t have anything to wear; bebita, I’m in sweatpants!”

“You’ve never looked more beautiful, mi amor. We leave at 5, hm? Let’s take a family nap now.”

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She did in fact change; she wouldn’t be caught dead on a date in sweats. You tried to convince her that she looks gorgeous even in sweatpants but she just gave you an annoyed look and whisked herself upstairs to rummage in her childhood bedroom for something to change into.

Her parents were more than happy to watch Eli; beaming proudly at her as we left for our date. Ona was being the worried one, telling her parents to call even if she sneezed.

“Babe, she’s in good hands.”

“Yes, but they aren’t my hands and it’s making me nervous.”

“Your parents are wonderful with babies; they raised you and Joan, no?”

“I suppose, we just haven’t left her without us before.”

“We won’t be out too long then, we can get home early and cuddle after, how’s that sound?”

“Okay, I love you.”

“I love you too. C’mon, I wanna spoil my girl.”

You parked the car right up front of the very first restaurant you and Ona went to on a date. It was a little family-owned Spanish place, she had insisted you try it and she took you. Midway through dinner, you asked if this was her way of taking you out on a date. She almost spat out her wine, coughing loudly as she tried to recover from your question. Red as a beet she answered, “Only if you wanted it to be,” to which you replied “I was hoping so.” You had insisted on dessert later on, after sharing a flan you both went back home with smitten smiles on your faces and sweet texts that never stopped. You made it official at training two weeks later, having gone on about 6 dates, by grabbing her face and kissing her in front of everyone when they were teasing.

“There, she’s my girlfriend alright! Happy now?”

“She sure as hell is.”

“Reservation for L/N?”

“Ah, yes! Buenas noches! Right this way.”

“Allow me, my darling.” You say, pulling her chair out as she walks in behind you.

"Gracias, bebé.”

Looking over the menu, the restaurant was still packed for a Wednesday. You were sat in a quiet corner, away from the hustle and the bustle. You start with a house wine, smiling softly when Ona grins widely, excited for your date.

“You remembered.”

“Of course, how could I forget? You took me out on our first date here. Although I didn’t know that I was on a date at the time. Until I asked.”

“I was nervous you would say no so I was okay with us just going to dinner as friends.”

“I’m glad you didn’t ask, darling.”

You order your food and the night goes smoothly. The food was as good as you remember, Ona laughing when you reminisce about her little wine accident the first time you were here. You both felt refreshed by dessert, needing some time to yourselves to recuperate and be the best for Eliana.

In the car, Ona has her hand laced in yours in her lap. Her thumb brushes across your knuckles softly, the lights of Vilassar de Mar beaming across your faces as you drove back to her parents’ house.

“Hola, guapas. Feeling refreshed?” her mother greeted as walked in the front door. Eliana was sleeping in her grandfather’s arms, as his eyes too were feeling heavy.

“Yes, mamá. It was perfect. Was Eli good?”

“She was an angel. Come on, I’ll pack you some leftovers to take home.”

//

Ona and Eli were both fast asleep in the backseat on the drive home. The streets were quiet; not a soul in sight this late. You got home and quietly brought all the gifts Eli got into the house before waking Ona. Her face was squished into the side of Eli’s carrier, finger resting on her small cheek.

“Darling, we’re home.”

“Already? Hm, I really fell asleep.”

“Yes come on, wanna get my girls into bed. We’ve had a long day.”

“I’ll get her, c’mere.”

You pull Eli’s carrier out of the car and help Ona, holding her hand and walking into the house softly. Eli sleeps like the dead, not even making a sound when the door slams a little.

“Sorry, Pequeño. I’ll get her to bed, darling. You go wash up.”

“Are you sure? I can take her.”

“Go, mi vida. I got her.”

When you use Spanish despite being English, Ona’s stomach does backflips. Just hearing you willing to use her native tongue makes her heart swoon. She melts when you use affectionate terms you made the girls teach you, your pronunciation improving over the years of being together. She listens to you, heading towards the bathroom to wash up. She decides on a little bath, hoping that you’ll catch her in here and join her. You do, smiling at the sight of her with her hair up in a messy bun, goddess-like body hidden by lavender-scented bubbles. Your clothes join hers on the floor, turning the lights down and lighting a candle before climbing into the perfectly hot water behind her. She melts into your arms, sighing softly as your hands caress her legs and torso. She’s had a rough couple months since having Eliana. Her once athletic body slowly going back to normal. She knew she’d probably never go back to her previous look but she was relieved that she had someone like you in her corner to remind her of how beautiful she looked despite the stretch marks and other imperfections. You had stood in front of a mirror with her and kissed it all, leaving her blushing and more confident than before. You loved her then and now, every mark a lasting impression and constant reminder of the bundle of joy sleeping in the other room.

“You’re the best.” She says quietly, reaching for your hands to hold around her. She sighs loudly, leaning into your arms again.

“You deserve the best, querida.”

You both sit in the warm water till it goes cold; Ona and you just made out in the bath, the calming scent of lavender from the water and eucalyptus from the candle made it the perfect wind down. Eliana didn’t wake up at all, clearly the day out with her grandparents made her tired. Drying off, you stand there and watch her; eyes filled with fondness for her. She gets self-conscious, shyly wrapping the towel around herself and walking out into the room before you could say anything.

“Hey, don’t run from me!”

By the time you get into the room, she’s got on the biggest hoodie she’s got and is pulling on sweatpants.

“Doll, it’s 30 degrees in here. You’re trying to cook yourself.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not, don’t lie to me. Talk to me, beautiful.”

“I’m not.”

“Huh?”

You step closer to her, having pulled on a pair of shorts and a sports bra yourself. 

“I’m not beautiful. Not right now.”

“What do you mean, cariño? Of course, you’re beautiful.”

“NO! I’M DISGUSTING! YOU’RE JUST SAYING THAT BECAUSE YOU PITY ME!”

She runs back into the bathroom and locks herself in. You stand there shocked, not knowing what you did or said to set her off. You knew she was struggling mentally too and you had tried your best to be there for her and make sure she knew she was loved, clearly you hadn’t been doing enough. Eliana had woken up to the yelling, you walked over and picked her up, cradling her gently.

“Shh, little girl. Mama’s just a little upset, hm? She’ll be okay, she’s just a little overwhelmed. I need you to go back to sleep so I can check on her, deal?” Eliana settles almost immediately, going back to sleep just as you lower her back into the crib. You walk over to the bathroom and knock on the door softly. You can hear Ona crying, it breaks your heart.

“Baby.”

“Please go away.”

“Don’t shut me out, my love.”

“I can’t do this.”

“There’s more to it than you’re telling me, angel. Let me in and let me help you, gorgeous.”

“Why do you love me?”

Her question takes you aback; you just had a wonderful day with family and a perfect date with the most perfect woman (in your humble opinion) and now that same woman is asking you why you love her.

“There are many reasons why I love you, darling. We’d be here for years if you wanted to hear all of them.”

“I’m not who I used to be.”

“I think you mean your body isn’t, my darling. You’re still the same beautiful, funny, gorgeous, smart, masterful fullback that I fell in love with. You’re still the girl who took me on a date that I wasn’t aware of, the girl who beamed for days when I asked you on a date two days later, the girl who gave me the most beautiful daughter in the world. But I also love the broken girl behind this door and I want to be the one to glue you back together darling. I want to find every crack and fix it.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“I don’t deserve you, my sweet. You’re the best, I can only try to be the same for you.”

“It’s open.”

She almost whispers it and you rush in seeing her sitting in the middle. She begins to cry again when you stand there and look her. The tear stains and the wet t-shirt tell you she was really crying hard. You sigh softly and pick her up, carrying her back to bed. You undress her and put her into more appropriate clothes. She stands there and lets you, tears still running down her cheeks. You cup her face and wipe them away, kissing her nose softly.

“I love you. I’m sorry I don’t remind you enough every day. You are so beautiful, so kind, so loving. You’re such a wonderful mother to Eliana, she loves you very much babe.”

“I love you too. Thank you, it means a lot coming from you. I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

You climb into bed with her, holding her close as the only sounds in the room lull you both to sleep; the fan runs softly as the A/C kicks on and off. She pulls herself onto you, face tucked into your neck.

Just as your eyes begin to close she says, “I’ve been having these annoying thoughts for a while. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to worry you. I was wrong, I should have told you. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.”

“I’ll be all ears, cariño.”

//

The sun poured into the room like a flood. There was just a sliver in the curtains but it lit up the room. Ona was draped over you, your arm around her shoulder as she slept the whole night. Eliana woke up several times but Ona slept through the night. You didn’t mind, she deserved it after the weight on her shoulders was lifted.

“Hola, little one. How about we make Mama some breakfast in bed? She deserves a little more pampering before Mummy has to go to training today, what say you?”

Eliana just smiled, as you pulled her into a swaddle. She bounced happily as you cooked, making tortilla de patatas the best you could. You could cook very well but Ona was better at Spanish food than you were. Ona was already awake when you walked into the room with her plate and a cup of coffee, smiling softly when she saw you both.

“Good morning, my love.”

“Good morning, mis chicas.”

“Here’s breakfast, I’ll bring my plate, give me two seconds.”

You walk back to the kitchen and bring your own plate back to bed. Ona sips on her coffee, sighing when it’s exactly how she liked it. You smile and sit back into bed, leaning against the headboard with Eliana still against your chest. She’s fallen back asleep, drooling all over your chest. You both eat in comfortable silence, sunny Barcelona shining throughout the room.

“This is good, you’ve become better at Spanish food.”

“High praise from the Queen! Means a lot babe, it just never comes out the way it does when you do it.”

“It’s delicious, I love it. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She takes Eli off you, you bring the dishes to the kitchen and clean up quickly. When you walk back into the room, Ona’s feeding Eli and you snap a quick picture. It melts your heart, seeing both your girls having a good start to their day.

“Do you wanna talk about last night?” you ask her as you walk back towards them. She smiles sadly when you sit back in bed with her. She nods softly, eyes looking up at you with pain she knows only you can tell is there.

“I don’t know what happened. When we had Eli, I was so excited. We had been trying for so long, then we finally got pregnant, and then we had the complication and it’s just been so much. I thought it was just a phase, the doctors did talk about PPD but I didn’t think it would be this way.”

“Well, we know now. We can talk to the Barça doctors, they’ll know what we can do to help you. Help us.”

She simply nods, leaning in for a kiss. You oblige her, cupping her cheek softly and kissing her softly. She physically melts into your touch, smiling wide against your lips.

“How about we all go hang out at the pitch for the day? We don’t have a game till Sunday, I’m sure Jonatan won’t mind. The girls certainly won’t. We can talk to the team psychologists when I’m done.”

She nods, her signature wide smile plastered on her face.

“Now, how about we put the little one down for a nap and we take a nice hot shower together?”

//

“You’re going to get soap in my eyes, Y/N!”

“I won’t if you stood still, Pequeño.”

“Just because I’m 3 inches shorter does not give you license to make fun of me.”

You just kiss the side of her head and smile, going back to scrubbing her scalp. You step out of the shower 20 minutes later, both hair washed and bodies scrubbed clean. Once you’ve dressed and not forgotten your kit bag, the whole family drives over to the training center. You walk in with Eliana in your arms, Ona walking behind you with her carrier and diaper bag. You purposely didn’t tell the girls that the both of them were coming, wanting to surprise them with the special guest for the day.

“Nena!” Alexia exclaims when you both walk in, rushing over and taking her from your arms.

“Hello to you too, Ale. I’m doing well, thanks so much for asking.”

“Sí, whatever. How are you, mi vida? Tia Alexia has missed you so much, yes she has!” Alexia coos as the girls surround her. You and Ona can only smile and shake your heads, snapping a few photos to post later on.

“Alexia has become soft since we had Princesa.”

“Don’t make me force you to run laps, Y/N/N.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Watch me. Your mummy thinks she’s funny doesn’t she, cariño?”

“Turning my own child against me Ale, that’s low, even for you.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, I know I’m her favorite.”

//

Ingrid and Mapi walked in later on and had Eliana in their arms in an instant much to Alexia’s displeasure. Mapi was making silly faces with Ona and got Eliana giggling when Ingrid suddenly pulled herself away and walked over to where you were sitting and getting your boots on.

“How is she, elskling?”

“What?” you say, in the back of your head knowing that she isn’t talking about Eliana.

“How is Ona? Is she okay?”

You look at her like she’s got three heads. Ingrid is known to be the more observant one but you didn’t think she would be able to tell that Ona had a rough day. You certainly missed it.

“How did you know?”

“I had a feeling.”

“And yet I missed it.”

“Hey, it’s all part of life. You can’t get everything right.”

“She’s okay but we’re going to see the psych later.”

“That’s good. How about we have a little dinner tonight? I know Mapi would love to have kjære over.”

“I think that’s what she needs, Ingrid. She needs her family.”

[featheredclover]

Orphic

Chapter Seven

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Chapter Six> < > Epilogue

Stray dogs lazed around, with the sun’s rays kissing them gently. A lone car drove by.

Hari Prakash yawned discreetly.

Khushi knew he had a barrage of questions for her. After all, she had woken him up to drive her an hour before the actual timing!

But she couldn’t tell him what even she didn’t know yet….

Even now, she knew it was a gamble to assume Arnav would be there just because Aman mentioned once that he always liked to be in the office before his employees.

What an odd man! 

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Her cold hands knocked on his cabin door.

“Come in, Aman “

Hesitating at that, Khushi took another moment before going in.

He sat hunched over a piece of paper, while a bunch of files lay haphazardly around him.

A strand of hair marred his forehead, his eyes scrunched with focus.

He finally looked up, dropping his pen as he stood up. 

“Khushi?”

“I wanted to ask you about yesterday “

He bit his lip and she resisted the urge to blush at the action.

“So Miss Gupta. You are here an hour early because you wanted to ask me about….?”

“Yesterday “ she repeated innocently.

“What about it?” He pushed the files aside.

“You left me without saying a word-“

“I did say a word”

“ ‘No’ doesn't count!” She almost scolded before seeing the smirk on his face.

Realising he was wearing her thin, he put up his hands in surrender.

“Okay, I admit I was not expecting the news”

“And what about dinner?”

“Your father got the deal, didn’t he tell you?” He stepped around his table and walked up to her.

“So you and your dad came to dinner to celebrate the deal?” She frowned.

“Smart girl, “ he whispered.

“How dare y-?”

He cut her off with an arm around her waist as she was pulled up against him.

“What are you doing?”she gasped.

“What I have been wanting to do since you sat there sipping whisky, dancing and wearing that dress which made me want to rip it right off you” 

His husky whisper made her shiver.

“Arnav” she moaned as he pulled her closer.

“Khushi” he whispered as his nose nudged hers.

Their eyes caught each other for a moment . A moment before he kissed her.

She clutched his shirt as he kissed her softly. Tenderly. Her knees trembled. Her hands shook with desire. She parted her lips, and he thrust in letting his tongue twirl around hers.

Too much. This was too much.

Sensing her need to breathe , he let her lips go. But there was no respite as he kissed hotly down her throat. She felt feverish with lust when his hand wrapped around her breast.

“God” she called out.

“Arnav “ he corrected cheekily.

He claimed her lips again. Another swift kiss later, they held each other as their breathing calmed. 

“Breakfast?”he grinned.

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The majestic view of Lucknow glittered, as Khushi sat on the beautiful terrace of an English breakfast place. They seemed to be the only customers this early in the morning.

She wondered vaguely about Arnav vanishing as soon as he drove them here. 

What’s taking him so long?

She looked around again, smiling when she caught sight of him.

“Where have you been?”

“Oh, Aman called for something “

The waiter set down the pancakes and bowls of banana yoghurt.

Arnav grabbed the teapot and started pouring it into her cup, his hands trembling slightly.

“Arnav?”

His eyes melted something in her. She was used to the devilish glint in them. This new vulnerability he was unravelling for her to see, made her heart flutter.

“Khushi I….” He looked around nervously.

He shuffled his pocket before he set something on the table.

A flask of whiskey. Her flask of whisky.

She looked at him in disbelief, as he smiled helplessly.

“I stole for the first time in my life because of you Khushi Gupta “

He gently took her hands in his own. 

“ I meant what I said….You had me smitten the moment I saw you”

Khushi didn’t know what to say. He was saying what she had wished deep in her heart for him to feel. The desire for him had grown even without her realising.

“I had confided in my father to ask the Guptas for your hand in marriage”

“What?!” She felt a strange joy in the pit of her stomach.

“Yes Khushi. But he wanted me to wait because he felt your family would feel pressured. You know because of the new venture?......I had to convince myself to wait, and yet when you came that day all, looking all guilty…”

“You took the hotel projects away from the Khandelwals?”

“It was never theirs” he flashed her a sardonic smile.

“My brother-in-law, Shyam leaked the false news to the media. He knew dad hates to be known as someone unsure of his decision. So he thought if it was announced that Rocky had the contract, we would be forced to give him the contract!”

“Your sister knew?”

“Of course she did” bitterness clouding his voice.

“She values that crook of her husband more than dad”

“I am sorry Arnav “

“It’s fine Khushi. If Di wants to be with him, I am no one to interfere. She is an adult after all,”

“I guess” she sighed.

“Now there’s no reason to wait”

“To wait?” 

Arnav stood up, his face set in tense lines.

He kneeled down, his hands holding a velvet box.

Khushi gasped.

He opened the box to reveal the most beautiful diamond encrusted in a gleaming gold band.

Her eyes filled with tears, as she raised a trembling hand to her lips.

“Khushi Gupta, wise men say only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you!”

She giggled, “Elvis Presley! Really?”

He smiled.

“You are an orphic mystique, Khushi. The moment I saw you, I felt…something beyond me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you please do the honour of marrying me?”

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[iovetecchou]

Oblivious.

Part 7.

Oblivious Masterlist!

Pairings… Tecchou Suehiro x Reader and Jouno Saigiku x Reader

Contains… fluff. sexual themes. cuddles, angst. (with comfort), jealous!jouno, confession of feelings, non-consentual marking (hickies), one slap (reader is NOT on the receiving end), fake relationships. messy feelings, manhandling (?), choking, boners canon complaint.

AFAB Reader she/they pronouns used.

5,040 words.

boy oh boy, buckle up. this chapter is… something else. also the bracketed bit is a flashback from the reader’s pov!

You wake the next morning, basking in the warmth illuminating from your bedroom window. Still embraced within Tecchou's arms. Enjoying the feeling of his bare body pressed against yours. Tecchou was still asleep, you can tell by his faint breathing. You listened to his steady heartbeat from where your face rested against his chest. You just smiled to yourself, nuzzling into him further. Enjoying the sounds of his beating heart and quiet breaths.

Usually, Tecchou is an early riser… I guess getting him to come so hard like that last night was the best way to make him sleep in. You giggled to yourself at that thought, which caused Tecchou to stir awake. “Y/n…? Are you awake angel? What time is it…?” Ah, his sleepy voice had warmth swirling in your core. It was so deep and raspy, fuck everything about him truly astounds you. “Oh, uh! Let me check my phone really quick...” You pulled away from his warmth to check your phone, which was resting atop your night table. Already missing the feeling of his nude body against yours.

Your eyes widened as you bolted up from where you sat. Startling Tecchou in the process. He was fully alert now, sitting up himself, leaning over you to see what had you reacting like that. “Tecchou! It’s a quarter after six! Fuck we're gonna be so late for work!” You wasted no more time, shooting out of the bed before hastily rustling through your drawers. Looking for a clean work uniform, and pulling it on yourself in a hurry. “Oh shit, Fukuchi is really going to be pissed at us now…” Tecchou said before climbing out of bed as well. Making fast strides towards your bathroom where his uniform was discarded yesterday. Making quick work of putting it on. Looking slightly disheveled in the process.

You exited your bedroom, grabbing your work backpack which was resting on your countertop before meeting Tecchou, who was now lacing his boots up at the front door. You shot him a quick smile before doing the same. “We have to hurry, come on baby!” You swung your front door open, grabbing Tecchou's hand in the process. Before making a quick dash out of your apartment complex, and to your car. Tecchou's face felt warm. Everything that happened last night was playing out in his mind. You were really his now. Officially. 

You and Tecchou arrived at work over an hour late. Hoping that no one noticed your absence. But of course, you both couldn’t be so lucky. Teruko approached the both of you where you stood at the front doors of HQ. “Tecchou! Fukuchi is asking for you in his office. and he is NOT happy. you better get your ass in there, now.” Tecchou only nodded, giving one last look your way. Offering you a tight-lipped smile as he walked down the hallway toward his impending doom. Teruko focused all of her attention on you next before asking, “Y/n! why are you and Tecchou so late- better yet, why did you both arrive together… don’t tell me you-!” You quickly cut her off, not wanting anyone to overhear your conversation, especially not at work. “Teruko! Not here, let's go shopping this weekend and I'll fill you in then, kay?”

You were hoping she would just drop it for the time being. You knew Jouno was listening, you could just feel it. Teruko gave you a pointed look before she reluctantly agreed. “Fine… but don't spare any of the juicy details this weekend! I want to know everything!” You just nodded at her quickly before walking towards the meeting room… wanting desperately for this conversation to be over. The second you walked through the doors, you felt tension. Your blood ran cold in your veins and you felt the anxiety rising within you. Tachihara’s eyes went wide the second he saw you, trying to gesture to you that Jouno was in a mood. You were grateful for the heads up, but you knew immediately. It wasn't hard to tell. Jouno was sitting in his chair with his head down. Bangs covering the top half of his face, and his lips were pulled into a straight line.

Oh, this was not good. He slowly rose from his chair, walking over to you. Fuck your heart was pounding in your chest, he was about to let you have it, huh? You didn’t dare to look up, finding your feet to be way more interesting at this moment. That was until Jouno's voice cut through the air. “Y/n, you’re over an hour late. Not to mention you left three hours early yesterday evening. With no warning. I don’t care to hear whatever excuse you’re about to offer me. This is strike two. If you slip up a third time, I'll have no other choice but to punish you. Do you want me to punish you, y/n?”

You finally dared to look up at him and the face he held had you shaking slightly. His lips were curled into a devious grin, and his closed eyes seemed so dark and shaded. His face was really twisted at this moment. Fuck, he was enjoying this. I bet he wants me to slip up once more so he can punish me… his visage says it all. “No Sir, I’m sorry for being so irresponsible, it won't happen again.” You squeaked out, feeling so embarrassed under all of your colleagues' watchful eyes. And well, under Jouno’s intimidating presence. He just ‘tisked’ at your response. Exiting through the meeting doors before expressing. “Follow me, y/n. We’ve been paired up for another mission. I do hope you have all your necessities in that backpack of yours because this is an overnight job.” Your face fell. An overnight mission… with Jouno of all people. What was your fucking luck right now?! Why couldn’t you have been paired with Teruko or Tachihara! Ah, you were screwed. 

The car ride to your mission's destination was so awkward. He hadn’t spoken a single word to you. Usually, you two would share pleasant small talk on the journey to your missions. But I guess that was before everything that…happened between you two. You’re sure he’s still pissed about the way you treated him in the closet yesterday. And you honestly didn’t blame him, you were pretty harsh. “Jouno, listen… I’m really sorry for the way I acted toward you yesterday. It wasn’t right, and I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.” You spoke, trying to break the painfully awkward silence. “That's Sir, to you y/n.”

Your heart sank. That's all he was going to say to you? Wow… you really messed up. He’s always been stern with you, but not like this. You felt torn at this. Biting your lip and focusing your eyes back on the road. trying to distract yourself from the tears that were brimming at your lash line. Listen, you knew that a lot went down between the two of you with the whole last mission and all but,

You two genuinely built up a friendship over these last few months of you being a part of the unit. He was someone who inspired you, after all. The whole reason you even wanted to be a Hunting Dog. Jouno would let you in on all his little tricks and secrets when it came to combat or making a bad guy squirm. And he would always say, “Don’t mention this to any of the other dogs. This is our little secret, dear y/n.” It made you feel special like he valued you as well to some degree. But now? Was everything you had just broken? Ah, you felt so helpless. Why did it bother you so much? You knew why. But you didn’t dare to think about it. 

Jouno could tell you were distraught. He could hear your heartbeat and your tears as they rolled down your cheeks. Were you really this upset by him simply asserting his authority over you? He was your superior after all. You would have to just toughen up. Especially after the way you made him feel yesterday. He wasn’t going to forgive that so easily, no. You were going to have to work for it. He was going to go easy on you when you came into work today, honest! But then you arrived with Tecchou, and an hour late at that.

He was fucking livid. He knew immediately by the way your heartbeat picked up when Teruko was interrogating you over it. You couldn’t lie to him, Jouno knew everything. There was no doubt in his mind that you and Tecchou were a happy couple now, nothing says making it official like showing up to work smelling like sweat and sex. It made Jouno sick to his stomach, the worst thing that could have happened did. Well, at least that's how Jouno felt. He could be so dramatic at times. 

The rest of the ride was silent after that. No other words were uttered between the two of you. That was until, “Were here, S-Sir.” You adjusted your backpack on your shoulders, before stepping out of the car and following Jouno inside what seemed to be a… motel? Just what was this mission anyways? Usually, Jouno would fill you in on the way there. But he didn’t even give you that much. He must really hate you now… as you reached the front desk, you were both greeted by a shady looking receptionist. “One room for the lovely couple?” Your eyes widened at the receptionist's words, about to correct her before Jouno beat you to it. “Yes! It's our honeymoon so we’ll take the nicest room you have to offer.”

Your- WHAT? Just what kind of mission was this?! I guess if you would have shown up to work on time, you would have known. Jouno just snaked his arm around your waist. Pulling you in close as the receptionist lead you out towards the ‘honeymoon suite’. This is so fucked up. But Jouno is a good actor, pretending that he’s in love with you like this when in reality he hated your guts. At least… that's what you assumed. “Have fun you two. And try not to break the bed, will ya?” Was the last thing the front desk lady said before shutting the door. Leaving you alone and confused... with Jouno.

“Um, Sir? Just what type of mission is this exactly?” You asked, walking over to where Jouno was standing inside this stuffy ‘suite’. “Oh, you don’t know? Maybe if you looked over the report, you would've known. Here, read the file. But be quick about it. We don’t have any more time to waste, thanks to you.” His voice was laced with venom as he pulled the report sheet from his bag, tossing it over to you before rustling through his belongings once more. Pulling out a change of clothes.

Apparently from this report, Jouno and yourself were supposed to be undercover as a newlywed couple. The perpetrator was staying at this motel as well. He was a gang leader, stationed out here. Making highly illegal weaponry with his ability. Trading his dangerous creations for goods. Your mission was to capture him and arrest him at once. But the man was on high alert at all times. Hence the undercover role. 

Jouno began changing right where he stood. Unbuckling his pants before pulling them down. His uniform shirt followed shortly after, he unbuttoned it all the way before shrugging it off of his shoulders. “J-Jouno— what are you doing…?!” He paused in his actions. Turning in your direction before approaching you slowly. The same way a predator approaches prey before they rip their throats out. In one swift motion, he had you pinned against the wall. His one hand clasping around both of your wrists pushing them above your head. While his other hand came up to your throat. He wasn’t hurting you, but he had a firm grip on you. So you wouldn’t struggle.

“That's Sir to you, y/n. I’m getting sick and tired of correcting you… that's it. I’ve had it. That was your third and final straw. Were you really so eager for punishment?” Your face was heating up from having Jouno's half-naked body pressed up against your own. His voice tickled your cheek when he spoke from the close proximity. “I’m sorry S-Sir… I really am, I know you’re upset because of yesterday, and that's partially why you’re acting like this, but, J-Jouno… I really do value our friendship— I don't want all of this to get in the way of that.” His grip on your throat tightened. Your eyes widened, heart rate picking up. What did you say that pissed him off even further…?

“Friendship you say. You are kidding, are you not y/n? Don’t tell me you’re really that dense…” Jouno paused inching his face closer to yours, noses brushing against one another before he continued. “Y/n don’t you see? I’ve... had romantic feelings for you ever since our first encounter. In that treacherous closet, all those months ago. You can’t tell me that after I made you cum so hard on Monday that you truly don’t feel just the slightest bit of love toward me. I heard your heartbeat, y/n. You can’t lie to me, please don’t forget that.” Your face is on fire at this point at his confession and bold words.

You meant to tell me that… all this time, Jouno has been pining for you…? And you had no idea…? Is that why he got so worked up on Monday and came in his pants while he—? Oh god. This is not good. You’re with Tecchou now. You’re finally dating! You can’t entertain the idea of being with Jouno… but you can't lie to yourself either. Ever since the intimate moment you two shared, you’ve had these confusing feelings bubbling up inside of you. There's no way you could go back to just being friends after all of this... but then what did that mean for the two of you?

His grip around your throat loosened up a bit. Awaiting your response. “I-I don’t know how I feel… you’re right, I can’t lie to you Jouno… I did feel something for you at that moment… I’m not sure I would call it love, but maybe it was a side effect from the aphrodisiac, Jouno.” His face fell slightly, pushing in closer to you so his lips were ghosting over yours. “Very well… time for your punishment.” You gave him a puzzled look, it's not like he could see it anyways... but you were stunned. He’s being serious, isn’t he? Shit.

“Question number one. Did you and Tecchou fuck?” You were taken aback. Was he kidding? This was his form of punishment? “Jouno are you—?” He cut you off by pressing his partially naked body further into your clothed one. Squishing you against the wall. “Answer the question like a good mutt, y/n.” Your mouth fell agape at his term of endearment for you. That wasn't endearing at all, might you add. Before stuttering out. “N-no.. not exactly…” He quirked his brow at this before prodding further. “Not exactly? Elaborate y/n… I’m all ears.” You were shifting your gaze awkwardly now, not sure where to look. Is he really going to make you say it in full detail? He was so intimidating like this. Towering over you, face mere centimeters in front of your own, with his breath fanning against your lips. Heat involuntarily spread to your core, causing you to clench your thighs together. And this didn’t go unnoticed by Jouno. His face went smug at your reaction. Seemingly enjoying this form of punishment very much so.

“Well… I s-sucked his dick… and I let him f-fuck my breasts… that's why I said not exactly.” Jouno scowled at your words. His smug look was short-lived, not enjoying what he heard one bit. You’re supposed to be his. And to hear you doing such obscene things with another man made him bubble up with bitterness and envy. His grip around your neck tightened up slightly. “I see… question number two. Did Tecchou pleasure you?” Your face was ablaze, you tried to turn away so you didn’t have to look directly at him while you answered. But Jouno didn’t let you get so far, moving his hand that was resting against your throat up to your jaw. Turning you back his way firmly. Before you stuttered out, “Yes… he f-fingered me…” Jouno's smirk came back at your words, not giving you a second to recover from the embarrassment before asking,

“Question number three. Did he make you cum as hard as I did?” Fuck. Why was he doing this to you? You felt so humiliated and ashamed. You knew you couldn’t lie to him, it would only make things worse. And the worst part is that you did cum harder for Jouno. You just wanted this punishment to be over with. “N-no… Jouno, he didn’t…” You could feel tears welling up again, looking down at your feet to get away from his patronizing smile. But that was a mistake. The second you looked down, you could see Jouno's erection straining against his boxers. Leaving very little to the imagination. Jouno's grip on your jaw tightened, before pulling your gaze back up to face him. Jouno was fully aware that you saw his hard cock poking at his underwear, but he didn’t care. He was enjoying listening and feeling you squirm far too much. “Good pet. Now, would you like a reward?”

And before you could answer back, Jouno's lips were against the side of your throat. Your eyes went wide in shock, and you gasped as he leaned in further. Tilting your head with the grip he had on your jaw for easier access. He continued nibbling up the expanse of your neck, making sure to leave a few marks in his wake. He placed a few kisses against your jawline next, before moving up further. You could feel the smirk he was wearing brush up against the corner of your mouth. You both shared the same air for a few moments. A Slight push and your lips would be moulded against his. You tears were spilling down your cheeks now. You managed to free your wrists from his grasp. Bringing your dominant hand up to slap Jouno across the face, harshly. He pulled away from you at the impact, now focused on the stinging sensation coming from his cheek. He brought his hand up to nurse his wound, before you hiccuped out,

“How dare you Jouno? You’re so cruel. I thought you were different. I actually did care for you, but now? I’m not sure how I feel… why must you make the people you love the most suffer like this?” You were sobbing now. You needed to be alone for a second to compose your feelings. You were on a mission after all. And you wanted to do the job right, not clouded by all these confusing feelings. You quickly made your way to the motel bathroom, grabbing your backpack on your stride over before slamming the door harshly. Locking it in your wake. Jouno’s face had completely fallen. 

He let his jealousy get the best of him, and he took it out on you in the worst way possible. Ah, what has he done? You definitely hated him now. Your words rang throughout his brain making him feel sick.

“Why must you make the people you love the most suffer like this?”

He didn’t know himself if were being honest. His best defense mechanism is making the person that hurt him, hurt worse. It's sick, he knows this. But that's just the kind of person he’s always been. Jouno stood there facing the wall for a few minutes more. He could hear you sobbing from the bathroom and his heart ached. He went too far. Jouno walked back over to his change clothes, making quick work to put them on before exiting the motel room. He knew you needed space. So he figured he would go scope out the perimeter as he left you be.

You heard the front door close, and you assumed Jouno had left. But you didn’t want to exit the bathroom just yet. You felt safe there. You took a few deep breaths, turning on the sink before splashing your face with cold water. Trying to regain yourself. You slapped your hands against your cheeks softly a few times before you shook yourself out of your funk. You were on a mission. The show must go on. And so, you pulled out a sleek black dress from your backpack and a pair of strappy heels. When you said you came prepared, you weren’t kidding. You quickly got dressed, fixing up your face so it didn’t look like you were just bawling your eyes out. Before doing your hair the way you liked. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror. Making sure you looked well put together before exiting the motel room.

You began walking around the motel, looking for any signs of suspicious activity. And that's when you saw Jouno, who was now dressed in a white button-up shirt, and black formal trousers. He was surrounded by a few men with guns hidden under their shirts, you could tell from their bulging sides. As you approached them, you caught the last part of their conversation. The one man's voice boomed through the air.

“You’re on your honeymoon pretty boy? Then where is your partner huh? If they don’t magically appear here in five seconds, I’m going to shoot you dead, you understand, red tips?” Jouno was fuming, but he was undercover, he had to remain calm until he got to the head of the problem. Then, and only then, would he torture them in the worst ways possible… yes that would be fitting for these oafs. Your eyes widened at the man’s words, you needed to act fast or your cover would be blown… the show must go on… 

“Honey? what are you doing over here? I thought we were going out to eat- oh, who are your friends baby?” Now it was your turn to snake your arm around Jouno's waist. Causing him to stiffen in his place before he quickly eased up, not wanting to come off more suspicious. You placed a small kiss on his cheek to sweeten the pot. Hoping it would count for something considering it felt like pulling teeth having to do so right now. “Oh I do apologize, darling, I was just wandering around this fine establishment before I came across these lovely gentlemen.” He smiled eerily sweetly to the brooding men. Before entangling his hand with your own.

The show must go on.

“Oh, I see! Please do forgive my husband, you see he’s blind. So sometimes he happens to stray away from me, anyways we must be going now. So lovely to meet you!” You announced before dragging Jouno off by your interlocked hands. Walking steadily towards your car. He could overhear the men talking about you from this distance. It made his skin crawl. “That's his partner? Damn! It's a shame he’s blind, that's one hot bitch!” You opened the passenger door, shoving Jouno in rather harshly before stomping over the driver's side of the car. Getting in and slamming the door before you scolded.

“Jouno you idiot! This is a two-man undercover job. You almost got yourself killed! You should have just waited for me." He didn’t say a word, simply crossing his arms and scowling to himself. Turning his face in the opposite direction from you. You just scoffed. Starting up your car, and driving off down the road. “What do you think you’re doing…?” Jouno questioned, feeling the car moving in the opposite direction of the motel.

“Well? I told them we were going out for food. And I am pretty hungry. Plus with how much of a jerk you were to me before, you kinda owe me.” That's all you said before focusing your attention back on the road, looking for any food joint. He just turned in your direction. Looking sort of dumbfounded, before returning to his silence. But you didn’t mind it one bit. You were still really upset, so the less talking from Jouno right now, the better. You pulled up to this old-school-looking diner. Located right off the highway before parking the car and entering the joint.

You were seated at a booth near the window. You slipped into it before sighing. These heels were pretty uncomfortable. Jouno wordlessly slipped in on the other side of the booth. Before you began reading the menu aloud so Jouno could hear the food options, knowing damn well these crummy menus weren’t accessible for him. After everything he’s put you through today, you’re still being so nice to him? Why? He knows he doesn’t deserve your kindness at this point. He realized it too late, that he’s taken you for granted. And he’s regretting it deeply now. Wishing there was some way he could turn back time and do things the right way. He finally spoke up.

“Y/n… I’m deeply sorry for my actions. I should not have treated you so harshly. You’re not my enemy, you’re my comrade. It was wrong of me to put you through punishment the way I did. I understand if you want nothing to do with me after this mission.” You peeked over at him past your menu, he looked so defeated. You’ve never quite seen him look so… pathetic? His face was resting in his hand, head turned toward the window side with a small frown adorning his face.

You sighed, placing your menu down before responding. “Jouno… I don’t hate you, I don’t think I ever could. Even after the shit you put me through, I still find you to be extraordinary. Jouno, you astound me. You saved me from danger countless times now and gave me the motivation to give a purpose to my life. I owe you for those things. But at the same time… you can’t treat the people closest to you like that, ever. You really made me cry twice today you asshole!” You chuckled aloud before reaching over the table and slapping his shoulder playfully.

He was facing you now, a slight blush complimenting his features at your words. He was smiling too, like, an authentic smile. Your face softened up upon seeing his. “Y/n. I hope I can make all of this up to you. I’m sorry for forcing myself on you like that. It was truly despicable. But I won't apologize for my feelings towards you... I never will.” You reached for his free hand that was resting against the table, clasping it against your own before speaking once more. “Hey, you’re buying me dinner, aren’t you? That's a good start!" He squeezed your hand softly at your words as a silent ‘thank you for being the most amazing person in the world’ before responding. “I suppose you're right. Now, can you read the menu back to me once more? I was distracted the first time. Hey- don’t laugh y/n! It's not that funny….” 

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You ended up having a really great time with Jouno at the diner. Talking with one another like old times, and gossiping about your fellow colleagues. Your heart swelled. You’ve been in denial with yourself this whole time. You’ve always had feelings for Jouno. You just weren't aware of how deep it went. You truly were oblivious. Always pawning off your feelings as ‘what you would feel toward a mentor’ but that wasn’t the case. You see, one detail you forgot to mention to Jouno when you met again at the Hunting Dogs HQ after those years was that he left an impact on you in more ways than you let on. 

[ The horrible man that tried to rob you was writhing in pain, as Jouno towered over him. Twisting his arm further and pushing him to the ground. In one fell swoop, he had the man lying on his stomach, handcuffing him faster than you could blink before radioing for a car to come take this sorry asshole for booking. As soon as Jouno took care of that, he made his way toward you. Kneeling down to meet you at eye level. You were sobbing, scared over the whole situation. The nameless policeman reached up to wipe the tears away from your eyes with his gloved hand before he spoke. “Don’t cry, everything is under control now. This man won’t harm another soul for as long as he lives.” Adrenaline was coursing through your veins. You bolted up, wrapping your arms around the policeman's neck. Sobbing into his shoulder harshly before hiccuping out. “Thank you, mister policeman, I'll never forget your kindness.” He stiffened at the sudden gesture from a stranger. But he sensed earnestness from you, and let you sob for a few moments longer. Before asking “What's your name, Sweetheart?” You pulled back to look at his face, wiping your still-flowing tears with your sleeve. “It's y/n… what's your name, Sir?” He offered you a kind smile before responding. “It's Jouno Saigiku. Part of the Hunting Dogs Military Division. Come, stand now dear, this ground is filthy. Only mutts like him deserve to be groveling against it.” You nodded at him before standing up, his hands were embraced around your forearms. Helping you on the way back up. Your legs were so shaky still. “Jouno Saigiku. You have no clue how much your service means to me. I promise. I will become strong, and repay you one day! Mark my words!” The white haired man just laughed earnestly. Patting you on the head before saying. “Alright y/n. From your heartbeat, I can tell you’re being genuine. I'll hold you to it, darling. I look forward to being equals in the future.” He then reached up to take his left earring out. Leaving the right one remaining. “Here y/n, consider this a parting gift. Now every time you look at it, you’ll be reminded on why you’re still fighting.” With that, he bowed his head at you once more before turning on his heel. Approaching the criminal as the police car pulled up. “Until we meet again, y/n!” He shouted back. Offering you one last smile before he was gone. You clutched the earring for dear life. You would treasure it for as long as you lived. “Jouno Saigiku… thank you…” ]

You felt it then. You did. But you pushed those feelings to the side. More focused on becoming strong. And meeting him again in the future. Under better circumstances. I think that's how they got lost along the way. But they were always lingering. It just took the events on Monday to unlock those dormant feelings from your heart. Things were so complicated now. How could you love both Tecchou and Jouno without anyone getting hurt in the process? Ah, you’re doomed.

yeah… i really like this chapter! i feel like jouno’s disability is glossed over in canon. so i’m trying to shed some light onto that part of him a bit. nonetheless, i hope you all enjoyed this chapter (: thank you all for your continued support!

taglist: @coco-goat-milk @madelynwolff @tecchoufr @saharei @lyrstybsd

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A Christmas Carol

Summary: You are visited by the spirits of three of your loved ones on Christmas Eve. 

Genre: Family dynamic, Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending.

Pairings: Reader x Tony Stark, Reader x Natasha Romanoff, Reader x Vision, Reader x The Avengers (all platonic) 

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma, grief, and death.

A/N: This fic is based on the plot of A Christmas Carol and takes place yesterday and today in the MCU canon! Flashbacks are in italics. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy it as well. Merry Christmas! 

Every night was a futile tussle of conflicting thoughts. If you sleep, you can forget. If you forget, you feel the pain of losing them all over again in the morning. It was a tragic loop of grief that you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy.

The Battle for Earth had sent you into a spiral of despair and darkness. How could it not? You lost your father, the woman who had become a second mother to you, and one of your best friends. It had only been two months, but those closest to you were doing their best to try and keep you afloat. 

As autumn turned into winter, you receded even more into yourself. The holiday season only served as a reminder of all that you had lost. Before you knew it, Christmas Eve was upon you and a knock on your door broke you out of your grief-stricken thoughts.

“Y/N?” 

You grunted in response, as Pepper slowly opened the door. A stream of morning light breaks through your dark room.

“I’m taking Morgan ice skating, I know she would love it if you came with us.” 

“No, thanks.”

Pepper sighed as she took a seat next to you on the edge of your bed. 

“Oh sweetheart,” her voice cracking. “Your dad wouldn’t want to see you like this.”

“That’s just it,” staring at the same spot on the wall across from your bed that you had been looking at for the better part of two months. “He’s not here to see it. Dad is gone, and he’s never coming back.”

“No, he’s not, and nothing I can say is going to bring him back. I know nothing will ever fill that hole in our hearts, but life doesn’t end for us,” emotion creeping up on her. “All we can do is keep his memory alive. Live life with the same curiosity and love that he did. 

You remembered the day you walked into Stark Tower for the first time. You were six, and your mother had passed away unexpectedly. She rarely ever spoke of your father, only to say that he was very smart. You were frightened, to say the least when your mother’s attorney picked you up from Child Protective Services. It had always just been you and your mom.

What felt like an endless car ride ended with you standing in front of the most intimidating building you had ever seen in your little life. You walked into a large office with full-length windows at the opposite end that overlooked New York City. A blonde woman in a skirt and matching suit sat behind the desk, while a dark-haired man with a goatee in a t-shirt and jeans stood beside her looking very nervous. 

The CPO officer greeted the two, and then there was some brief legal jargon your six-year-old mind didn’t understand. 

The officer leaned down to your level, “Y/N, this is Tony. Your dad.”

Tony just stared at you wide-eyed until Pepper smacked him on the arm. 

“Hi kid,” snapping out of his trance and smiling at you. 

“Hi,” you said shyly.

Your dad never stopped calling you kid, even when you grew up and started fighting alongside him as an Avenger. Tony was so proud of you after your first mission. He celebrated for 24 hours straight, recounting every move you made to anyone who would listen. 

But now there were no more celebrations. No more, “hey kid”, and no more late-night talks with your dad in his lab eating pizza. It all ended the moment your father snapped his fingers. Saving your life, but sacrificing his own. He was your hero, and you would miss him forever. 

You threw yourself into Pepper’s arms. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to come ice skating? Get out for a little bit,” rubbing her hand up and down on your back. 

“No, you two go have fun,” you sighed.

“Okay, we’ll be back in a bit, please try and eat something,” rising from the bed and walking towards the door. She looked back at you one last time.

You pulled the covers back over your head and prayed for unconsciousness.

*^~^*

Your phone rang an hour later. You reached your hand out from under your blanket feeling around for the rectangle. You pulled it back into your cocoon and your eyes adjusted to the light emanating from your phone. It was Yelena. You slid your finger across the screen.

“Hello?”

“Why are you not ice skating with Pepper and the little Stark?”

“Because Christmas activities are for happy people, and I don’t even know what happy is anymore,” you admitted candidly. 

“I see.”

You heard shuffling on the other end of the line before a knock on your door broke through your blanket barrier. You ignored it. 

“What are you doing?”

“Well, I’m trying to get a friend to have a drink with me, but she won’t answer the damn door.”

“FRIDAY, open the door,” you grumbled as you lifted the blanket off of your head.

Yelena stood in the doorway holding a bottle of Vodka. 

“I’m not in the mood, Lena.”

“I don’t care, my sister is gone and we’re having a drink,” throwing the blankets off of you. 

You shivered as the air hit your body. Yelena sat down on the floor with her back up against your bed. You slid out of bed and onto the floor. The blonde took in the dark circles under your eyes and the thinness of your face. She knew you barely slept or ate these days. Her room was across from yours. Truthfully, she hadn’t been sleeping or eating well either, but she was better at hiding it. Yelena poured you both a shot of vodka. You took the shot in one fluid motion. It burned all the way down. 

You could almost hear Natasha’s raspy voice. 

“What happened dorogoy?” Running toward you as you stumbled off the Quinjet. 

You had just come home from a solo mission. A week alone in the field, limited contact. Natasha spotted the blood on your suit but relaxed when she realized it wasn’t yours. 

“I couldn’t save them all, Nat,” tears welling up in your eyes. “I wasn’t fast enough.” 

You started to sway as you grew weak with exhaustion. Natasha embraced you and didn’t let go. Public displays of affection were not her thing, but when it came to you normal rules never applied. She led you inside and straight to her room. She cleaned you up and poured you a shot of vodka. You weren’t much for hard liquor, but you needed it today.

“One fluid motion,” handing it to you.

You drank the shot and slammed the glass down on the floor. It burned all the way down.

From the moment you came to live with Tony, the Black Widow had a soft spot for you. You reminded her of herself a bit. A young girl who was thrown into a new and frightening reality after the only life you had ever known was tragically torn from you. 

Truthfully, there wasn’t anything Natasha wouldn’t do for you. Of course, no one could replace your mom, but Nat had become like a second mother to you. helping you with your homework, staying up late when you came home from your first date, teaching you to defend yourself when you told her you wanted to join the team. 

When it was decided that the Time Heist was your only chance of beating Thanos, your father forbade you from going. 

“No, Y/N! No way. I’m already going out of my mind at the thought of losing Pepper and your sister. I won’t lose you too,” Tony argued.

“I should be there, Dad! I’m a part of this team too. You need me,” you yelled. 

“No,” he said firmly. “I need you to survive,” looking you in the eyes before turning and leaving your room. 

You turned away in anger before picking up a pillow and throwing it toward the doorway. Natasha caught it without a flinch. 

“I know how you feel, Y/N.”

“No, you don’t, you’re going to Vormir!”

“You feel like you’re being sidelined because your dad thinks he can do this without you, but that’s just it, honey,” walking toward you, “He can’t do THIS without you,” holding her arms open wide. “This life. He would never forgive himself if something happened to you… and neither would I,” tears in the redhead’s eyes.

You embraced Natasha as your tears started to fall. “I love you, Nat.” You didn’t want to let her go, but you knew it was time.

“I love you, dorogoy. See you in a minute.”

Yelena’s shot glass hitting the floor snapped you out of your flashback. 

“How long are you going to stay in this room?”

“It doesn’t matter,” your eyes trained downward. 

“She wouldn’t want that for you,” tilting her head to try and meet your gaze, receiving only silence in return. 

“How are you doing it? How are you living?” barely above a whisper. “You had so little time with her,” finally looking up at Yelena.

She sighed deeply. “One day at a time.”

“I feel like I’ve lost another mom,” you cried.

“I know,” Yelena hugged you as her tears began to fall too. 

“You want to go for a walk with me? We can throw snowballs at the LARPers,” trying to regain her composure. 

“No thanks, Yelena.”

“I understand,” the blonde nodded, as she grabbed the bottle of vodka and walked toward your door. “My sister loved you, Y/N. Don’t let the way she died change the way you live.”

*^~^*

After Yelena left, you climbed back in bed. Content to spend the rest of Christmas Eve in the darkness of your grief. You dozed off again and when you awoke this time it was to the faint sound of Christmas music playing down the hall. You couldn’t understand how anyone could celebrate Christmas this year. Not without all of them.

A soft knock on the door preceded a voice you knew and loved.

“Y/N, it’s Wanda. Can I come in?” 

 You made something of a squeaking noise which Wanda took as a yes. The door opened slowly and the redhead poked her head inside. Her eyes wandered the room before spotting the lump in the middle of your bed. Clothes scattered across the floor and your uneaten food on the side table. She couldn’t stand to see you in this squalor. A simple wave of her hand vanished the clutter from your room. 

“Your thoughts are so loud, sweetheart.” 

“Sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry. Truthfully everyone’s thoughts are pretty loud tonight.” 

“Everyone?” 

“We’re having a little Christmas Eve gathering in the common area. No one’s in the mood, but Pepper and I agreed it was important for the kids to have some semblance of a normal Christmas. As best as we could give them, anyway… Please come watch the kids open a Christmas Eve gift. Billy and Tommy have been asking for you,” Wanda implored. 

“I can’t go out there, Wanda. I can’t look at the kids without crying,” your words muffled by the pillow. 

“Welcome to my world,” Wanda muttered. 

You lowered the blankets and were met with Wanda’s green eyes. Emeralds that cut through you with ease. The same bags that graced your under eyes had found a home under hers as well.

“What is grief, if not love persevering?" Wanda said softly. 

“Get that from a Hallmark card did you?” Rolling your eyes.

“No,” her eyes dropped to her lap. “Vis said that to me.”

“Oh, Wanda. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s okay,” caressing your cheek. “I know you’re hurting too.”

“He was my best friend.” 

You sat quietly in the compound library as the sun warmed your face. You came up here now and again for some much-needed alone time. Your eyes chasing the words across the pages of Little Women, your favorite book. 

The door opened, interrupting Jo’s conversation with Laurie. 

“Oh, excuse me, Ms. Stark. I didn’t realize anyone was in here.”

“No, Vis. That’s okay, come on in.”

“Why, thank you. You’re too kind,” shutting the door behind him. 

“What brings you to the only quiet corner of the compound?”

“I’ve come to read my daily book,” Vis stated matter-of-factly.

“You read a book every day?” Surprised by the admission. 

“Yes, it only takes me a few moments, but I’ve made it a goal to read every book in this library.” 

“The Mind Stone is in your forehead, aren’t you already omnipotent?” you giggled.

Yes, but I’ve found humans equal parts fascinating and odd. They think order and chaos are somehow opposites and try to control what won't be. But there is grace in their failings and elegance in their knowledge. Better still, they have taken to writing it all down,” holding up a book in excitement. “What better way to understand them than to read the words they have left behind.”

“You have a beautiful soul, Vision.” 

He smirked. “I’m a synthezoid, Ms. Stark. I was not blessed with a soul.” 

“Not to my eyes.”

“I remember that day,” Wanda smiled, wiping a tear from her eye as she left your thoughts. “Vis floated through my wall rambling on about how you were going to introduce him to your favorite writers, and trade books.”

You nodded silently, afraid if you said anything else that you would break down. 

“I can’t imagine how you feel Wanda. You’ve lost so much already,” unable to look at the witch.

“I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone – you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence,” staring at the same spot in the wall that you were. 

“I’ll tell the boys you aren’t feeling well,” snapping out of it. 

The guilt wracking your mind as Wanda walked away. 

“I love you, Y/N. Vision did too,” gently closing her door behind you. 

*^~^*

It wasn’t long before the distant melody of Christmas music faded away and silence greeted you once more. You prayed for a restful sleep. One that would carry you through the next twenty-four hours so that you could forget Christmas and all that you were grieving. 

Darkness fell upon your mind slowly but surely. As your clock struck 1 am, a breeze broke through the crack in your window. Small and cold, yet strong enough to bring your curtains to life. Golden light followed, illuminating your bed in a strong glow. Your eyes opened just as the light hit your cheeks. You stirred slightly as a voice emanated from the light.

“Kid… Come on, Y/N. Time to wake up.” 

You sat up in a blaze of confusion and fear. The glow softened, revealing the familiar figure standing before you. 

“Dad?” Your eyes were wide. 

No, Santa Claus,” he scoffed. “Who else would it be?” Smiling at you like he had never left.

“This—this can’t be happening. I’m still asleep. You’re not here,” frantically trying to wake yourself up from this nightmare.

Come on, kid. After everything you’ve seen in your life, you’re going to tell me that ghosts are where your suspension of disbelief rests. I don’t buy it for a second.”

“Why are you here?” Gripping your blanket tightly.

“I’ve been watching you, Y/N. I have to admit I’m worried,” arms crossed over his chest. “My daughter doesn’t just give up when the world gets cold, that’s not how I raised you.”

“I’m not who I used to be… not without you,” bringing your knees up to your chin. 

He held out his hand in front of you. “Come with me, Y/N.” 

“No, Dad. I can’t,” choking up at the sight of your father reaching out for you. 

“Rise, and walk with me.”

You hesitantly stood and took his hand. A surge of adrenaline coursed through your body at the feeling of his hand in yours again.

“Close your eyes, kid.” 

You felt his hand resting over your heart as a warmth surrounded you. 

When you opened your eyes, your bedroom was gone. You were standing on a snowbank. The fragile snowflakes were swirling around you and crunching under your feet. 

 “I know this place, you used to bring me here to go snowboarding when I was little,” taking in the winter scenery.

Hmm, until your broken wrist convinced Pepper that snowboarding wasn’t an appropriate activity for my little girl.”

“Hey, you were a great teacher. I felt like I could do anything,” looking around at the snow that blanketed every inch of your surroundings. “That’s how it always felt with you.”

A moment later, a child giggling broke through the muffleness of the snow. 

“Come on, daddy! Faster!” You turned to see a much younger Tony Stark sliding down the small hillside on his snowboard with you in his arms. 

He slowly came to a stop at the bottom of the slope and placed you down in front of him.

“Oh my God,” you whispered under your breath.

“This was our first Christmas vacation together. Right after you came to live with me, you remember? It was when you got your first—“

“My very own snowboard!!” Your younger self squealed as Tony pulled it out of a bag at the bottom of the hill. It was purple with pink polka dots. “Thank you, Daddy!”

You giggled at your innocent excitement. You watched as your dad helped you with your helmet and strapped your little feet onto the binding. “Now the key to snowboarding is bending your knees and keeping your shoulders square.”

“Woah!” Slipping slightly as you tried to gain your balance.

Tony then walked across the snow, leaving about a twenty-foot gap between father and daughter. “Okay, kid. Now bend your knees and turn your shoulders towards me.”

You looked up at your father. It may have only been twenty feet but to your six-year-old eyes, it looked like two hundred feet.

“I can’t do it,” you shouted. “It’s too far!” 

“Yes, you can. Your dad is here to catch you.” Opening his arms out wide. “Every chance you take in life isn't going to be easy. But it will be worth it, I promise. You’re a Stark, Y/N, and we never give up when things get tough,” smiling at you with love in his eyes.

You hesitate slightly before bending your knees and turning your little shoulders towards Tony. Before you knew it, you were sliding down the little slope and into your dad’s loving arms.

“I did it, daddy! I did it!” You giggled with joy.

You sure did, Y/N,” lifting you over his head. “Her very first time on a snowboard ladies and gentlemen, we have a true natural here!” Your father exclaimed. Earning strange looks from the people around you. 

You were overwhelmed by the cherished memory unfold before your eyes. Your father put a hand on your shoulder. 

“You’re a Stark, Y/N. You don’t give up when things get tough. Pepper and Morgan need you, kid. They need you to remember who you are.” 

You threw your hands around your father and sobbed. Even if this was only a dream, you thanked God for the opportunity to hug your dad again. 

“I’ll always be with you, kid.”

You woke up with a shiver in your bed. Your eyes searched the room for Tony, but the room was empty. Of course, your dad wasn’t here. You rolled back over onto your side regaining your bearings.

*^~^*

As you finally began to doze off once more, you could just barely make out the blurry outline of your clock. 2 am. The light illuminating the crack below your door knocked the sleep from your eyes and the cobwebs from your brain. The door creaked opened slowly as yet another glow greeted you. This one was not as harsh, but softer and warmer. As the light gently dimmed, you recognized the silhouette immediately. Natasha.

“Nat?” Your voice cracked as your throat started to close. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here,” the redhead reassured you. 

“No, no you’re still on Vormir,” squeezing your eyes shut tight hoping that when you opened them again she would be gone. 

“My body, yes. My soul, no,” sitting down beside you on the bed.

“I miss you so much, Nat, I don’t know how to do life without you,” words broken apart by tears as you hid your face in your hands.

“I miss you too, malyshka. Please look at me.” 

You wiped your eyes and looked up at the ghost staring back at you. 

“You’re more capable than you know, Y/N. From the moment that little girl walked into the tower, I knew you had something inside you that wasn’t so easily distinguished. Even if it feels dimmed now by all that you have lost, it will never truly go out. I hope it brings you some comfort to know that you’re not the only one who feels this way,” reaching for your hand. 

As you felt her calloused hand wrap around yours, darkness overtook your senses, and the bed disappeared beneath you. When the darkness faded, you were no longer in your room, but in the hallway. Afternoon light still casts shadows on the walls.

“What are we doing out here?”

Natasha gestured toward your bedroom door just as it opened. Yelena emerged holding a bottle of Vodka, just as she had done a few hours prior. You watched as she closed your door behind her and walked back across the hall to her room. You followed Nat into her sister’s room. Yelena tossed the almost-empty bottle of Vodka on her bed before sitting down on the floor. Her lip trembled as tears began to slide down her cheeks. She reached inside her pocket and pulled out a strip of old photos from a Photo Booth. You recognized it immediately, both Yelena and Natasha had told you of their brief time together in Ohio. The mission that made them sisters.

“She seemed to be handling it so well,” you said to yourself.

“Oh, detka. You must know by now that Yelena buries everything until she self-destructs.”

I’ve been watching her. She has become more and more reckless on missions lately, Natasha explained. “It’s almost as if she doesn’t care whether she lives or dies…” 

“That’s not true, that can’t be true is it?” You pleaded with Natasha. 

“I fear if someone doesn’t notice the pain she is in soon, it may be too late.”

You called out for Yelena, but she couldn’t hear you. 

“She needs you, Y/N. Don’t let what happened to me take your heart.”

“My heart left when Clint came back without you,” your eyes welling up again. “I should have been there, I should have stopped you!”

“I made a choice, detka. It wasn’t your responsibility,” wiping the tears that rolled down your face with the pad of her thumb.

“I love you, Natasha,” wrapping your arms around her.

“I love you too, Y/N. I’m always watching,” squeezing you tight. 

All at once, the scene around you faded away. Your eyes shot open as you sat up in bed. She was gone. 

*^~^*

You sat there in shock, unable to cope with what you had just seen. You had already lost so many, you couldn’t lose Yelena too. It was unbareable to ponder. All at once a soft whooshing sound suddenly hit your ear. You slowly backed up onto your bed until you bumped into the headboard. A hooded figure slowly floated through the wall and stopped in front of your bed. 

“Who are you? What do you want?” Your voice trembling.

The hooded figure reached up and carefully removed its hood.

“Vision?” The name softly escapes your lips.

“Hello, Ms. Stark.”

“What is going on? Why is this happening to me?” Shouting in frustration. 

We’re worried about you Y/N. You can’t continue down this path, you have so much more to do. So much more love to give.”

“I can’t do it, Vis. I’m so tired.” A mix of exhaustion and desperation poured out of you.

“Yes, you can, Y/N. Do you think we would have made the trip if we didn’t think you could?”

“I feel so lost,” your voice barely above a whisper.

“The ones you love are lost without you, Y/N. Every day that you spend in this room, the ties that bind this family together wither away. And once they are gone, they are gone forever.”

“What do you mean?”

“Come with me,” the synthezoid ordered. 

You stood as Vision grabbed your hand. Your room melted away once more and you found yourself floating down onto an empty street.

“Where are we Vis?”

He pointed toward an entrance gate that you recognized instantly. You were on the street in front of the entrance to the compound. Snow falling softly all around you. As you walked towards the gate, a sign plastered across the metal came into view. 

Avengers Compound closed indefinitely. Property sold by order of Pepper Stark, Stark Industries CEO. 

“What is this Vision? Where is everyone?”

They’re gone, Ms. Stark. The Avengers are no more.“

“But, but…,” you stuttered. “I don’t understand?” Starting to panic. 

A wave of his hand produced a newspaper that he somberly handed to you. The color drained from your face as you read the headline. 

Avengers Are No More: The loss of the late Tony Stark’s eldest daughter proves to be the final straw for Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. 

“What is this Vis?” You could barely get the words out. 

Fury begged you to go back out into the field. Despite Mrs. Stark’s protests, you are your father’s daughter; stubborn to a fault. You insisted on going alone, but you weren’t ready. Your focus was tattered and your reflexes were dulled. They couldn’t cope with losing you, Y/N. They blamed one another for what happened. It tore them apart.”

You reached for the gate in front of you, your knees going weak. 

“Why are you showing me this, Vision,” tears streaming down your face as you sunk into the snow. 

“Because there is still time, Y/N. Time for you to save your family and to save yourself, but you need to let your loved ones in. Find comfort in their embrace, and let them find comfort in yours.

“I will, Vis.” You sobbed “I won’t let it wither away. Please, just let me go back!”

Vision took your hands in his. You’re going to be okay, Y/N. You’re never alone. We’re always with you.”

Everything slowly faded away into nothing. You woke with a cry. You struggled to catch your breath as you touched your face and pinched your arms.

“I’m alive!” Sitting up in bed. “There’s still time.” You reassured yourself. “FRIDAY, what day is it?”

“It’s Christmas Day 2023, Ms. Stark.”

“Thank God!”

You jumped out of bed and ran out of your room.

“It’s Christmas! Wake up, you guys!” You shouted happily as you banged on Yelena and Wanda’s doors. 

Pepper appeared at the end of the hall. Still in her pajamas with Morgan in her arms.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What’s going on?”

“I'm more than okay. It's Christmas and we're together! Hey, little sis! Come here,” grabbing Morgan from Pepper’s arms and kissing her cheek. “Should we go see what Santa brought you?”

“Yeah!”

You ran towards the living room with Morgan in your arms.

“What is going on?” Yelena mumbled emerging from her room with an impressive bed head. 

“I was just about to ask the same question,” Wanda added. She wiped her eyes as Billy and Tommy ran past her towards the Christmas tree.

“A Christmas miracle,” Pepper whispered.

[sunkissedandseraphic]

My Guardian Angel is Crying: Chapter 3

Story Summary: When Rick and Michonne watched Judith walk onto the school bus, calling out a small "I love you!" before the doors closed behind her, they smiled, knowing their family had welcomed another good day. But merely hours later, they receive a call that shatters their world: while going back to the classroom after their time on the playground, someone had managed to kidnap Judith, and there was no trace of who took her and where she was now. Desperate to find their little girl, Rick and Michonne were determined to get to the bottom of this, even if that meant supporting each other and their son in the midst of their own breakdowns. They had to find her, because if they didn't, they'd crumble into pieces too small to put back together

Chapter Summary: While Rick, Michonne, and Carl struggled with beginning to move forward from the events of yesterday, Shane and Lori were watching their long-awaited plans unfold before their eyes

Warnings: Child abduction, shitty parenting, manipulation and lying

“Mommy, I’m hungry,” Judith announced as she moved her game piece three spaces forward, stacking the card she held in the discard pile. 

Less than twenty-four hours ago, Lori had successfully managed to take Judith from school, unnoticed, and meet back up with Shane, where they checked into their current hotel room that rested just outside of King County. 

Lori and Shane had been figuring out the logistics of how to make this happen without getting caught for just about a month; after Rick once again denied Lori’s requests for even just the right to have supervised visitation with the kids, the couple reached their ultimate breaking point. They felt entitled to see the two, especially Judith. Shane felt that he had a right to see his daughter, even if she didn’t know she was.

So, the two created a plan and set it in motion. Lori had tried to follow every instruction her husband had given her, making sure to carefully cover her tracks, but when she showed up to retrieve Shane afterward in her own car, he– knowing that now the police could track the license plate to her name– made her leave the car behind and take his. 

Now, as the next morning began, she had managed to settle Judith down with a game of Sorry as Beauty and The Beast served as something stimulating in the background. As she drew a card, an aggravated sigh escaped her lips. “You just ate breakfast, Judith. You can have something later, alright?”

“But I’m hungry now,” Judith whined, drawing out the last syllable of her words to add an emphasis– maybe that could convince her. When Lori showed no kind of response to her daughter, she let out a small “humph”. Her eyes gazed around the room as her mother moved her game piece across the board, seeing a bag of popcorn tucked away in a duffel bag. “Can I have a snack?” Her smirk grew, but didn’t last long once she heard her mother’s sharp tone. 

“What did I say? Cut it out, now.”

“You listen to your mother, Judith.” 

Shane’s voice called out from the bathroom, looking at Judith through the mirror as he finished getting dressed. At their dismissals, an uncomfortable silence fell over the three of them. As Judith began to take her next turn in the game, her mind couldn’t help but wander.

She hated being here. She hated being in this stuffy hotel room with these two. She wanted to be home; she wanted to be snuggled up in a blanket on the couch, resting her head on Carl’s lap, feeling Michonne’s hand twirl her curls as she sat in the middle of the father and son, singing along to Mulan playing on the television– Judith’s all-time favorite movie (she liked how “Mulan is a badass with her sword”). 

Judith wanted her family, her real family.  “I miss Carl…” She whispered, shoulders sagging as she moved forward six spaces. Judith was adamant that everyone knew her brother was her best friend, so why wasn’t he here with her? “Mommy, why couldn’t Carl come with us?”

A hint of panic flashed across Lori’s face as she hesitated to come up with a lie on the spot. After a moment, she resorted to simply shaking her head and using the vaguest excuse she was able to think of, afraid anything else would cause too many questions from the younger girl. “Because he said he didn’t want to. He wanted to stay with Michonne and your daddy,” “Then when can I go home and see Mama and Daddy and Carl?” Judith asked with wide, hopeful eyes. As the words left her mouth without a second thought, Lori couldn’t hold back an eye roll and let an aggravated groan escape before she could think to stop herself. 

Upon hearing where the conversation had shifted, Shane stepped out and leaned against the doorframe, scoffing. “Now, Judith–” he started, but Lori was taking matters into her own hands. This was her daughter– her and Shane’s daughter– and now that she had Judith back, she was not going to let her go. If she wanted Judith to stay with them, Lori figured that she needed to know the hard truth. 

“Judith, look at me.” Lori’s voice was low, barely above a mumble, but stern. Granted, it had been some time since Judith had been around her mother, but she never remembered her sounding so angry, so frightening. Fear creeping into her chest, Judith obeyed Lori’s demands and met her gaze, her hand reaching out instinctively to find comfort in her stuffed rabbit. “Mama and Daddy? They are not your real parents. Do you understand?”

As Judith listened to her mother’s admissions, she felt confused; when Rick and Michonne had gotten engaged, he explained to her as best he could that while she may call Michonne her mom, she would be her stepmother rather than her birth mother, and what the difference was. Even being still so young, Judith knew that Lori had been her first mom and that Michonne was just the mom she got to live with– and the mom she liked better. 

Judith’s eyes were mistier by the second. Her heart hurt, too overwhelmed with homesickness and frustration to fight off the impending tantrum building up. “Daddy said you’re my real mom, but he said Mama is my mom too! I wanna go home! I wanna see Mama and Daddy!”

She was screaming now, repeating those words over and over again. Tears had begun to spring from her hazel eyes, the stack of cards from the now-forgotten board game scattered across the carpet. As Judith started to break down, Lori gave up. Like all the times in the past, she simply stood up from where she had been kneeling and walked over to her and Shane’s bed, unlocking her phone to ignore what was happening. She didn’t need to deal with her daughter’s meltdowns; that wasn’t her problem. 

Knowing that he now needed to deal with this situation, Shane joined Judith on the rug where Lori had originally been sitting. He placed his hands on the sides of her face and wiped her eyes, watching her lip tremble as her wails started to quiet down.

“Let me tell you something, alright, Judith?” Shane said, narrowing his eyes down at the girl. She sniffled as her nose began to run, but it was clear that he had Judith’s full attention. He took a minute to breathe, the lack of harbored guilt making him feel justified in what he was doing. 

“Rick, your dad, has been lying to you. He is a very, very bad man. He’s been lying to you, saying that he’s your dad, but he’s not; I am, Judith. Your mommy knows I’m telling the truth. Your daddy and mama? They wanted you all to themselves, but then they realized you should live with your real mom and dad, so they asked us to take you instead,”

“Why?”

Judith questioned, her voice wavering. For a child always so outspoken and extraverted, always yelling and giggling and full of sunshine, it was like someone had turned off the light in her. She sounded so heartbroken; what did Shane mean that Rick was bad? He was lying? 

Rick had been the one to teach Judith never to lie, especially to a grown-up, but what happens if a grown-up was now lying to her? Was he going to get in trouble like she does when she lies? 

“Because they knew that you’d be better with us, Judith,” The lying was easy for Shane: he was numb to it this far in his life. It was a skill he advanced to get what he wanted, and he wasn’t afraid to use it. If lying meant he got Judith, his daughter, he’d do it for the rest of his life. Rick never deserved to be blessed with Judith. 

While the information sank into her mind slowly, piece by piece, she only cried harder. Usually, when she was upset, Judith was met with cuddles from Carl, soft lullabies from Michonne, and peppered head kisses from Rick, but instead of the actions she grew accustomed to, Judith received nothing. No comfort, no hugs, no whispered words of reassurance and love: nothing.

Shane pulled his hands off her rosy cheeks and turned to the desk at the opposite side of the room, typing something Judith couldn’t see into his computer. Wiping her stream of tears, she looked over at Lori, whose head was buried deep into Rick’s Facebook page, stalking every image and post from the last four years. Again. 

“Can… Can we call Daddy? Or Mama?”

She unglued her eyes from the screen and forced herself to look over at Judith, growing sick and tired of her whining. In the days leading up to all of this, Lori never saw her having to deal with her daughter constantly asking about Rick and Michonne and begging to call them so she could hear their voices.  

Judith had asked about five times since they arrived at the hotel last night, and each time Lori and Shane just told her that nobody cared enough to answer the phone. As much as she seemed to be believing it, they were growing weary of how much longer that excuse would work. “I’ll try, but your daddy hasn’t been answering any of the few times we’ve called, but I’ll call him again,”

Seeing Judith’s optimistic expression filled Lori with jealousy. She was her mother, and Lori was seething that Judith refused to be happy that she was with her true parents once again.

As reluctant as she was, Lori saw the look Shane was casting her way, and giving in to her daughter’s request, Lori nodded. She closed out of Facebook and when on the homescreen pressed the screen randomly a few times before placing the phone up to her ear, pretending as if she was listening to it ring. 

After about a minute, thinking she had sold the lie well enough for Judith to fall for it, she scoffed and set the phone back down on the bed. “No answer. I’m sorry, Judith,” Lori’s tone was laced with false sympathy. Judith, even at the ripe age of six years old, felt like everything she had ever known was falling around her. Her parents and brother no longer wanted her, the man she had thought to be her father had been lying this entire time, and her “real parents” seemed to be off in their own little world without her.

Sighing, feeling a hollow sense of loneliness take over, Judith cuddled her raggedy stuffed rabbit close to her heart and chose to settle her attention on the movie playing in front of her. No warm hugs, no singing along to the music, no laughter or love filling the space.

She never particularly liked Beauty and the Beast anyhow.

[doradotcom]

rant so long i reached the word limit somehow also used text to speech so its barely coherent but idgaf 👩‍🍼

my ex friends boyfriend showed up to a party he wasn’t invited to on Friday and she immediately began acting weird and insulting her best friend who has literally never done anything wrong to her ever and her boyfriend came started shitting on her best friend telling her that she’s a whore and that her parents never loved her and then instead of being a normal person and defending her best friend she stays silent and began insulting her too which went on for so long that it couldn’t have been an accident like she dug into her deepest insecurities and later when I confronted her about it she said that she neverinsulted her looks which is insane that she immediately jumped to the conclusion that her biggest insecurity must be her looks yesterday her best friend confronted her about it and they met up for coffee to talk about it and instead of coming alone she came with her boyfriend with then proceeded to threaten her best friend and tell her that the only reason she’s still alive and he hasn’t beaten her to death and ““made her see God” is because she’s a girl and he doesn’t hit women which is an insane statement for someone who beats his girlfriend. after he threatened to literally beat one of her closest friends her to death and say that he knows her home address which she does and he could very easily follow her home we saw her kissing him twenty minutes later. two months ago she went through his phone as a joke and saw his Instagram DM‘s talking to random 40 year-old woman he met in a club.  not only did she forgive him because “he never actually cheated on her” even though he would have had she not seen those messages, but she also fucked him three or four times like 10 hours after she found out.  I mentioned this because that was the first time I actually thought she was going to break up with him. She has been putting up with him for so long that it’s actually insane. The first time I actually began hating him and when he became very weird was when he started groping and trying to kiss our male friend all the time and she just laughed it off and pretended it didn’t happen even though he was visibly uncomfortable.  her boyfriend came up to her and to her friend to ask him for a threesome and she didn’t do anything. and then he called him a faggot and said he was going to beat him up. She had admitted that for the last six months she has been very weird to us because she has secretly begin to resent us because he hates us constantly insults us behind our backs and doesn’t want us hanging around her because he thinks that we will motivate her to cheat because we are such whores one time she went to get a coffee with her friend and he sat outside in his car for two hours 10 meters away from the café while she was having coffee because he was worried she was cheating on him. And then he tried to hook up with a 40-year-old woman. he said that he was worried about her cheating because all of his high school girlfriends cheated on him only for us to find out that HE was the one that cheated on his high school girlfriend. she justifies her horrible behaviour towards us in the past few months to him brainwashing her and that apparently before this she had absolutely no opinion of us which is absolutely insane to say to someone who you’ve been friends with for a few years that you have absolutely no opinion of them and that it was that easy to get to hate them. she refuses to acknowledge how much her behaviour has hurt us and how her best friend is afraid because she thinks the boyfriend might hurt her. she said that when he insults us and threatens us it suddenly a big deal but when he does the same thing to her but 100 times worse no one cares which is just simply just not true because for months we have been begging her to break up with him and being fully supportive of her and wanting the best for herand she has completely ignored all our efforts and told us to stop criticising her boyfriend because we’re not in a relationship and we don’t understand how complicated it is also I wrote all of this with text to speech

[angellayercake]

The Diary of Cardinal Terzo Six

Cardinal Terzo x Assorted Characters | NSFW | AO3 | Intro | Two | Three | Interlude | Four | Five

Based on this funny little article we read about some of Terzo’s creampie adventures in his diary.

disclaimer I know this is the farthest thing from safe sex but let’s pretend in this universe there is a special secret satanic sti and pregnancy protection just for fun

05/04 It is a bit early in the day to be writing this and in fact there is no cream pie to report on yet but I am so so so so bored. I have been tasked with some rubbish paperwork ON A SATURDAY but to add insult to injury I have a babysitter as I apparently can't be trusted. It is already three o'clock, my hand is cramping and there is no end in sight! My jailor, in other circumstances would be very nice company. He is a gorgeous if serious fellow with big strong arms. He has been sat with them crossed for what feels like hours taunting me with his bulging biceps and broad shoulders. How I am expected to get any work done I don't even kno~~ Well I was caught! But it all worked out you will be glad to know. Apparently I was not as subtle as I thought because my diary was confiscated! But upon reading a few entries the Brother was intrigued by my endeavour and didn't want me to fall behind my target so we came up with a compromise. If I focused on completing my work he would help me out. And that was all the motivation I needed. By the time I had finished he was very very eager to help, already palming himself through his robes. We didn't get further than my desk chair but he definitely held up his side of the bargain! Cream pie count: 181

06/04 After such a long day yesterday I was exhausted. When the Brother and I had finished I was tempted to just pass out in my office but thankfully Omega arrived exactly when I had need of him as he often does. He escorted me back to my rooms, brought me dinner from the kitchens and even ran me a bath. He really is the perfect ghoul assistant. Naturally I invited him to stay for the night even if I was only able to fall asleep on his chest before I could thank him properly .But this morning I made sure to make it up to him. I awoke early after a sound night of sleep to find my favourite ghoul curled up behind me. He pulled me close subconsciously as I stirred, pressing his hard cock into my ass. I had the morning off, mass not until the evening and I still needed to thank him for looking after me so well the night before. I rolled over, wrapping my hand around his length and kissing over his face until his purple eyes fluttered open with a low growl. He gripped my hips, rolling us until I was straddling him, giving me perfect leverage to grind against him. I forgot my goal, losing myself in the pleasure of our rolling hips and sloppy kisses but we got there in the end.An early start to my cream pie endeavours and a satisfying one at that.  Cream pie count: 184

01/06 Some days are just made to be enjoyed and today was one of them. It was warm and sunny, that kind of breezy comfortable heat that it would be a crime not to enjoy to the fullest. But I had no plans, well perhaps there was some work I should have been doing but surely one day wouldn't hurt? I knew if I was going to get away from the Abbey if I was going to successfully skive off so I set off for a walk.The further I got the more I was regretting wearing my cassock, unbuttoning as I went until I gave up completely, carrying it over my arm. Reaching the road I carried on instead of turning back maybe I could even go into town. As I was pondering my options a car pulled up beside me.The bright red convertible catching my eye. As did the man behind the wheel. 'Can I give you a lift Father?' I laughed at his mistake. 'It is Cardinale and you can.' He opened the door for me to slide into the passenger seat, throwing my cassock into the back. ' Where can I take you?' He was looking at me in that way I am oh so familiar with so I placed my hand on his thigh watching carefully for his reaction. With a deep breath he put his hand over mine pulling it towards his crotch. 'Wherever you want to take me' I unzipped his trousers as he drove off eager to taste him. Cream pie count:  286

[booboodaddysblog]

Lovebirds

Part six

Warning: smut, oral, p in v, kissing and fluff

Word: 1877

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The alarm clock rang at 5 a.m. Seemingly he was used to getting up at such an early hour, but he wondered why he was doing it... why he was such a masochist. He should be at work at 9 a.m. He still had 4 hours.

Colin rubbed his eyes with his hands and looked up at the ceiling. He sighed loudly. He stretched out on the bed. He got up and headed to the bathroom.

In the kitchen, he turned on the coffee maker and looked out the window. The weather was beautiful.

- Perfect weather for a morning workout - he smiled to himself. He drank his coffee and went to change into his running clothes.

He went outside and started running towards the park. The wind and raindrops falling from the trees, the rustling of leaves under his feet... a perfect morning. Colin stopped at the pond in the park. He rested his hands on his thighs trying to even out his breathing. Suddenly his phone rang.

- Zabel - he answered with heavy breathing.

- Hey, it's me Marg, I just wanted to ask how you feel after last night's dinner.

- Everything is fine, it was great. Why do you ask?

- Do you... I don't know if you have time... - Marg hesitated.

- Depends on what I should have time for? Then I'll think about it - he asked with a smile.

- Could you come for me today? - she said in a whisper.

- Why, your car broke down?

- No, it's about something else.

- Okay, what time should I come? - He asked looking at his watch - It's 5:40, should I be there at 8?

- Or can it be possible earlier? At 6:30?

- 6:30? I won't even have time to eat breakfast - he groaned.

- Relax, you'll eat at my place. Apparently, breakfast tastes best at my place - she hung up.

Colin held the phone to his ear for a while longer, not knowing what it was about. He was wondering, when suddenly....

- Oh fuck, oh fuck! Quickly go home! Move your ass Colin - he ran back home.

He rushed into the house quickly and ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower. He got dressed, grabbed his briefcase and coat. He ran to the car.

He drove up to Marg's house. He only hoped that he didn't break any traffic regulations on the way.

He knocked on the door while fixing his hair.

- You came - Marg opened the door with a wide smile.

Instead of answering, Colin looked at her as if enchanted. He was unable to say anything. He looked at how she was dressed. She was wearing a short silk bathrobe that barely covered her buttocks. He wondered if she had underwear underneath.

- Colin, are you okay? - laughed Marg and grabbed his hand.

They went inside. She led him into the living room and pushed him onto the couch. Colin sat down with a blissful smile on his face without taking his eyes off her beautiful body, which was covered only by a thin piece of cloth.

- Wow, what did I deserve to see such sights? - he finally looked into her eyes.

- After yesterday's meeting, I felt an urge this morning, a great urge... - she slid the robe slightly off her left shoulder.

- For what? - Colin opened his eyes wider and felt his pants become tight.

- For the touch of your hands on my body - she slid the material off her other shoulder.

- And for what else? - He swallowed his saliva loudly.

- For the touch of your lips... everywhere... and especially here - she tilted her bathrobe slightly showing him a piece of red lace panties.

- Marg... - he swallowed his saliva loudly again.

- Yes... Colin? - she knelt down in front of him and started stroking his thighs directing her hands towards his bulge in his pants.

She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the button and slowly unzipped the zipper. Colin was breathing hard looking at all this. He lifted up slightly so she could remove his pants. Marg grabbed his boxers from under which the head of his dick was already sticking out slightly. She slid them off and to her eyes appeared a wonderful sight. She licked her lips and leaned in to lick the tip lightly. She purred when she took the tip into her mouth.

- Oh fuck... Marg... oh yes - he closed his eyes and rested his head on the backrest of the couch.

She put it deeper in her mouth and heard Colin swearing again. She enjoyed it, laughed lightly and continued playing. After a while she felt his thighs tremble, he was close. She moved away and stood up.

- What? What are you doing? I was so close -he said surprised looking at her with misty eyes.

Marg slipped the bathrobe off her body showing herself only in a lacy thong.

- Wow... - Colin grabbed her hand and pulled her close.

She sat on his thighs, grabbed his cheeks and kissed him. Colin stroked her bare back drawing her tightly to him. They kissed as if they were hungry, and they were hungry for their bodies, their divinity. They both moaned into each other's mouths. Marg moved on his thighs rubbing his dick with her covered pussy, which was pulsing can’t wait to be in her hot and wet inside. Colin lifted her slightly and moved her lacy panties aside, then slowly lowered her onto his dick. They both stopped kissing, sighing loudly once he was deep inside. Marg clenched the walls of her hot interior and heard a loud moan.

- Oh God, I missed it, you don't even know how I missed it - he began to kiss her hard and hungrily.

He grabbed Marg’s waist and squeezed her lightly. He began to lift her up and down, slowly, painfully slowly... up... down... up... down... She tried to speed it up, but he held her tight. He wanted to control everything.

- Colin... Oh God... faster, I beg you! I need... harder... deeper... FASTER! - she screamed when Colin starts moving faster.

He began to thrust into her quickly and rhythmically. They looked into each other's eyes, breathed evenly, both had their lips parted. They moaned louder and louder, moved faster and faster....

- I’m about to come, fuck - whispered Colin closing his eyes....

- Come... let's come together - Marg began to kiss him deeply.

She clung to him tightly. Their movements were uncontrollable. The sound of their bodies bouncing against each other spread throughout the living room. Their moans grew louder and louder until finally they screamed together. They reached a climax at the same moment. They kissed each other gently, breathing heavily. Colin broke the kiss, closed his eyes and leaned his head against the couch.

- Oh God, oh fucking God... it was amazing - he said breathing heavily.

- Yes, I admit you are right. I think I need to take a shower. I'm all sticky... - she pointed to the place where their bodies were joined - Here. Wet, sticky... I can’t go to work like that - she laughed and tried to get up.

- Wait, just a moment more. It feels good, so pleasant and warm - he murmured.

- Do you need a dick warmer for autumn days? - laughed loudly Marg.

- Oh yes! I need, every day! - Colin also laughed - Well I'll let you go now, but not alone. I'll help you wash - he said with the smirk.

- Don't be silly, I can wash myself - she got up from his thighs improving her underwear and putting on a bathrobe.

- You didn't have to do it, really? - he said with a sad face.

- Do what?

- You don’t really need to improve that piece of cloth you are wearing and those panties. I would like to tentatively say that you don't need them at all, not at all - he said with devilish smile.

- Really? - Marg bit her lower lip.

- Really - Colin looked at her lips and was starting to get hungry again.

Marg untied the string from her bathrobe and slipped it off her shoulders. It fell to the floor with a quiet rustling sound.

- Take off your panties, too - he encouraged.

She slipped them off slowly, they fell to the floor.

- Do you like the view now? - She asked with the smirk.

- You have no idea how much I like what I see. I could look at you every day. I know it's cold, but remember that I can always keep you warm - he smiled widely.

- I'll think about it. Let me go upstairs now and take a shower.

- Oh well, I'll let you go alone. I got tired, I don't know how you will repay me.

- I'll be back in 10 minutes and I'll make you breakfast - she headed toward the stairs.

As soon as Marg closed the door from the bathroom behind her Colin began to smile from ear to ear.

- Wow, wow, finally something goes my way, fucking awesome!

He got up and went to the kitchen to bring himself to order. He got dressed and looked in Marg's refrigerator.

- Is there anything interesting in there? - asked Marg.

- Gosh, don't scare me! - he laughed and moved away from the refrigerator.

- What do you feel like eating? - she asked taking out eggs and milk - I feel like French toast and coffee. Do you agree?

- Yes, I’m in favor as much as possible.

They prepared breakfast together, but it was going very slowly. They couldn't take their hands and lips off each other, and they were thirsty for each other all the time.

They ate breakfast and drove to work. Colin parked in front of the police station. He looked at Marg with a smile.

- Thank you for this delicious breakfast. You were right, the most delicious - he pulled her to him and kissed her.

- Thank you for the pleasant company at breakfast.

They started kissing again when suddenly they heard a knock on the window from Colin's side. They quickly moved away from each other. Colin opened the window.

- What's up lovebirds, are you having fun? Don't you know that you can't have fun like that in a public place? - laughed Mare.

- Hi Mare. We're just... just kissing, it's nothing like that....

- Okay Zabel, don't explain yourself. I don't give a shit what you do, but I beg you to do it somewhere else. Move your ass Zabel, make yourself a cup of coffee and in 20 minutes we're off to the forest for another search of the area - she said and walked away towards the cafe across the street.

- Sorry for her, she ... ah you know how she is. Maybe we should really do it in a more secluded place. It's not appropriate at work and especially when we work together - said Colin.

- Of course, you're right - Marg kissed him again. She opened the door and got out of the car - See you later Zabel - she winked at him.

- See you later - said Colin with a smile.

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Part one

Part two

Part three

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Study Session Part 1–Steve Harrington

Steve's POV

Y/N is one of the smartest kids in our class. She's probably the smartest. She also happens to be the daughter of my mother's best friend. Which means Y/N and I practically grew up together.

I found out today that I'm in danger of being kicked off the basketball team because of my grades. When I told my parents, my dad was an asshole about it. He instantly threatened to take my car away if I didn't get them up. After my parents went somewhere, I walked outside and sat by our pool. I opened a beer and lit a cigarette.

A few hours later I heard the Y/L/N's back door open. I looked over my shoulder to see Y/N carrying a trash bag. She threw the bag in the trash can and was about to head back inside but saw me.

"You okay?" She asked. She looked toward my driveway and sighed. She cleared her throat and shoved her hands into her back pockets. "You want some company?"

"You smoke?" I scoffed.

"No," Y/N said, clearing her throat. "But that doesn't mean I can't join you."

As hard as I tried not to, I smiled. She took that as an invitation and walked over. I caught her glance at the beer bottles on the ground before sitting next to me.

"What happened with your dad?"

"How'd you know?" I sighed.

"I just. . ." I looked over and saw Y/N's face turn pink. "Whenever you get into a fight with your dad, he goes to the garage or into town with your mom. And you. . . You come out here and sneak one of your dad's cigarettes and a six-pack of beers."

"How do you know all of that?" I asked again.

"I've watched you," she said, dropping her voice. "I just mean, I've noticed you. I mean, we've lived next to each other our entire lives, Steve. I know you. At least, I think I do."

"Sounds like it," I scoffed. Y/N cleared her throat and the look on her face made my stomach sink. "I'm sorry," I sighed. "It's just. . . It's been a rough night."

"What happened?" She asked. She quickly added, "If you don't mind me asking."

"I don't mind." I put down the can of beer I was drinking and put out my cigarette. I turned toward her and leaned my elbows on my knees. "I'm in danger of failing a couple of my classes," I admitted, "which means I'm in danger of getting kicked off the basketball team. My dad is pissed and threatened to take my car away and ground me until I get them up."

Y/N thought about it for a second before softly clearing her throat. "I could help you," she offered. "I mean. . . I tutor a group of freshmen and a couple of middle schoolers after school three times a week. I could help you study, maybe get you caught up in a couple of classes. We could do it during study hall."

"You'd really do that?" I couldn't help but ask. "For me?"

"Of course," she shrugged. "We've known each other a long time. Besides, you're the only half-decent guy on our team."

"Half-decent?" I teased. She looked up at me and chuckled.

"Hate to break it to you," she giggled, "but you're not exactly Prince Charming."

"Ouch," I said sarcastically as I dramatically put my hand over my heart. Y/N's cheeks turned pink as she laughed. "I can't be too offended," I clarified. "I don't have the best reputation."

"That may be true," she shrugged, "but I know you're not really like that."

"You do?"

"Like I said," her voice dropping, "we've known each other a long time, Steve."

                                * * * * *

A couple of weeks later, my grades were improving. All thanks to Y/N. I'm not sure how she did it, but she retaught me in a way that I actually understood it. Ever since she started tutoring me, we've slowly started interacting more. It started with nods in the hallway. Then switched to smiles. Eventually, we started saying "hi" and having little conversations.

Yesterday, I convinced her to go get burgers with me after school. We spent almost two hours eating, drinking milkshakes, and talking. For the first time in a long time, I felt normal. I felt like my old self. I didn't have to put on a fake facade or pretend to be someone I didn't truly want to be.

Today, though, something changed. She didn't say "hi" to me in the hallway, didn't talk to me, and was late to our session.

"Hey," I greeted her as she finally walked in.

"Sorry I'm late," she mumbled as she sat next to me.

"It's okay," I said quickly. "I was hoping you could help me with pre-calc today."

"Sure."

I watched as she slowly unpacked her backpack. I opened my textbook to the lesson our teacher went over yesterday. I waited patiently as Y/N got to the same page.

Y/N went through the lesson but not as happy or Y/N-like as usual. I still understood it better than how our teacher taught it, but it was strange seeing Y/N act so reserved.

"Is that right?" I asked. I looked up to see Y/N's mind somewhere else. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said softly. I reached over and gently touched her hand.

"Y/N," I whispered. "What's wrong? You've been acting strange all day."

"It's nothing. . ."

"Y/N," I gently cut her off. "Talk to me. Please?"

"Do you know William?" She asked, still looking intensely at the page in our textbook.

"He's that guy you've been dating, right?" I asked, trying to ignore the weird feeling in my stomach. "Didn't you start dating last summer?"

"Yeah," she said.

"Did he hurt you?" As I asked that question, I was hit with a sudden wave of anger. "I swear, if he touched you, Y/N, I'm gonna kick his ass."

"He didn't touch me," she whispered. "He threatened. . ."

"He threatened you?!" I cut her off.

"No," she said quickly. "Not me, at least."

"What do you mean?"

"He didn't threaten me, Steve," she sighed, finally looking up at me. "He threatened you."

I opened my mouth to say something, but she started to ramble. "He said that he didn't like me spending all of this time with you. And that if you came onto me, he'd kick your ass. He asked me when I would stop tutoring you. I answered him honestly. I told him that I'd probably tutor you until graduation. . . He didn't like that."

"Oh," was all I could think to say.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "He doesn't have a right to ask me to stop tutoring you. I agreed to help you and I think I am helping you. I mean, am I?"

"Of course you are," I said gently. "Before you, I didn't understand anything my teachers said. You explain it in a way that suddenly makes sense to me. But if you want, maybe we could take a break for a while. My grades are up. We have a couple of weeks before any big exams. We could take a break until. . ."

"No," she quickly cut me off. She took a shaky breath as she added, "I mean. . . I don't care if William doesn't like that I'm helping you and talking to you more. You're my neighbor. I mean, our moms are best friends. He can't tell me who I can and can't talk to. That's ridiculous."

We sat there, neither one of us really knowing what to say anymore. I hated the idea of taking a break from Y/N, but I didn't want to come between them. Even if I didn't like William.

I guess I can't say that I don't like him. I don't know William. He's been in my and Y/N's classes since we were all young, but I've never really talked to him. To be honest, I never really had an opinion of him.

Until I heard that he and Y/N were dating.

The first day back at school after the summer they started going out, I saw them together and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I got this weird feeling in my stomach. After she started tutoring me, that feeling in my stomach got sicker.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked under her breath.

"Of course."

"What do you think of William?"

"I don't really have an opinion," I stuttered.

"Come on," she chuckled. "You can be honest with me, Steve. I want to know."

"I think you could do better," I blurted out. Y/N's eyes widened. She clearly wasn't expecting me to be that honest.

"Oh?"

"Let me ask you something," I sighed, "does he make you happy?"

"Well. . ."

"I know he makes you a little happy. Relationships make everyone a little happy, but I want to know if he makes you truly happy. I mean, happier than you've ever been. So happy you get butterflies every time you see them. So happy you hate going even a day without talking to them. So happy you wonder how you ever survived without them. So happy you feel like an idiot for not noticing them before."

My voice got soft as I added, "Does he do that for you, Y/N?"

"No," she whispered. "He doesn't."

"Does anyone?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know," she said shakily. "Maybe?"

I hadn't noticed that we were getting closer together until our arms touched. I leaned back, clearing my throat.

"Does anyone make you feel like that?" She asked. Maybe I was crazy but it almost sounded like she was hopeful. I looked into her eyes and I knew my answer.

"I think so," I whispered. "It's complicated though."

"How so?"

"She's kinda dating this other guy right now."

"Maybe," she hesitated, "he doesn't make her feel the same way you do."

"You think?"

"It's possible."

We leaned in, our faces inches apart. All I had to do was tilt my head and our lips would touch. I almost did.

"We shouldn't," I whispered.

"You're right," Y/N said, leaning back and looking at the table.

"At least not like this," I clarified. She looked up at me, nervously chewing on her bottom lip. "Even if there is someone out there that makes you feel truly happy, he can't let you cheat on your current boyfriend. He should give you time to end that relationship and heal from it before starting a relationship with him."

"He could help her heal from it," she shrugged. I reached over and gently grabbed her hand.

"He'd be happy to."

Part 2

[duodusk]

hello . ive just woken up and early . why? becoz wilbur says we're gonna drive to iowa. will where are- what are we doing? we're driving to Keokuk. Iowa. why? ??? why? two hours forty six minutes. why are we doing this?? youve not explained to us why we're doing th- I'VE never been to iowa it isnt real. i- as far as i know. i have no intention to ever go to iowa i mean what? are we gonna go to davenport? no. im not going to iowa. ever. exc- par- so i decided im gonna go right now so then i can say to myself "that's it! until the day i die i will never enter iowa."

ive never been to arbys! im so excited for arbys guys! me too! we're going to arbys! THE "MEAT MOUNTAIN". our main goal of iowa wait- the Main Goal of Iowa is arbys?? yes! why?? when you zoom in to keokuk iowa the first thing that pops up is a big word that says ARBYS cuz theres nothing else there because THEY'VE got the meat! they've got the meat! also uh me and ranboo discovered yesterday we got Insider Information that if you order- from someone that WORKED at arbys if you order something called a "Meat Mountain" you get a sandwich with- with every single type of meat on it. three types of cheeses and that INCLUDES chicken tenders and- And he himself said in the time he worked there only THREE people ever ordered it, and every time they did, the- all the waitstaff and all the chefs went :O and they pogged! and they POGGED and they just pogchamped! they POGCHAMPED! me and ranboo are going to split a "Meat Mountain" together and that is NOT what you think it means! what do we name this road trip? Race to "Meat Mountain" is Wheatskins editing this? is Wheatskins editing this? yea Wheatskins. Title Card: Race to "Meat Mountain". Go! [Race to "Meat Mountain" title card plays].

there is a stain on the back seat. ranboo's sat- I'm sitting in it! it stinks of cigarette smoke. the check engine light's on. yep. welcome! we have NO windshield wipers no windshield wipers! wait what?? im just gonna- im gonna use my body to clean the windscreen of its RAIN- drops oh its fine NOW... but theres no windshield wip-- if it rains we're fucked tho. the thing is we- so we went to hertz premium car rentals and they said "we have no cars!" and i was like well thats kind of the one thing ur supposed to have. and then we call up. what was it.. Visco Cheap Cars. Visco Budget Car Rental! oh jesus. and there's- OH MY LORD. so um ive got-- ... it is raining. it IS raining. oh... OH MY GO- wait. that's not. that's not their solution surely. that is. not the solution they made. Open the window. open 'er up! you're doing it, will! oh god. yeah that's- that's MUCH better thanks. i made it worse. "we went to iowa just to eat a sandwich" or you call it-- OR you call it Race to "Meat Mountain". Race to "Meat Mountain" is like a thousand times better. Race to "Meat Mountain". Wheatskins play the title sequence again [Race to "Meat Mountain" title card plays].

this bridge is made of copper. Minecraft! WOAH. wait its copper bridge? great job oxidizing! WOO WOOOOO YO IT OXIDIZED! I actually like that! its like. co- coc- oxidized- cock. cock. why- "it's like cock." I HAVE A STAMMER! bro I STRUGGLE. i think the hotel thinks im having a prostitute come round later why? what??? because i- s- right, so- just dont finish the statement. a- no, no i'm gonna explain- OHH MY GOD. gone fishin'! theres only two things i like in my life: my WIFE and fishin! (and one of 'em dont complain!) canonically your wife is a fish actually wilbur so really mjhhtghh there's a- there's a rest area! oh my god what can we get?? deli. oh! isnt that... isnt that meat? so deli is sandwich and meats i dont know if we should go- the- the prelude to- i need to save myself for the meat mountain! i'm a feeble boy! theres only so much meat i can handle! im hoping the meat mountain's gonna take my virginity.

now we'd been on the road for a good while at this point and, although we were saving ourselves for food, hunger had already began to set in. now, we're all adults! this should've been something we could've handled! but... TEST TEST TEST TEST TEST IT'S SONIC THE HEDGEHOOOOG!!! guyssss, calm down!! i GOT this. wait- there's gotta be a sonic. ive never been to sonic before and i want A Chilli dawg. WE NEED TO GOOOO I KNOW!!! subway! subway! subway! subway! subway! to the RIIIGHT!! NOOOOOW!!!!! they got a rizzo's!!!! just get hashbrowns! just get hashbrowns! theyve got a rizzo's! what the FUCK's a RIZZO'S??? WE DONT HAVE HASHBROWNS AT SUBWAY! WHY DONT YOU HAVE HASHBROWNS AT FUCKING SUBWAAAAAAAAAY??? to- are we- he's gone. where did wilbur go?? where did he GO? where's he going?? i think he- i think he's going to- wait, where'd he- i feel like we should go with him is he just actually going to subway ?? on a quest to find Wilbur Soot in a subway. why dont we just g- ahhh yknow what, im waiting for sonic! that's what im thinkin. should we just wait for sonic? we just let this guy get his subway? ill- i'll go to sonic, too. i got- i got tired of waiting for you so i just came here.

now that wilbur was fed, youd think we'd get on with our mission right? but you're WRONG. i'd spotted something in the distance that i'd never seen before: is that a walmart??? yeah! have you not been to walmart? NO?? we're going to walmart now! we're here. odds on i buy playdoh? for me. buy me some. five. three two one three. one. buy me some anyway sure thank you its for him- youre not old enough to buy your own yet. you might choke! oh they got magic- oh wait! a magic 8 ball!! we can ask it a question! what's your question jack? i dont- i- anything in the world. okay? literally anything where is she? on a remote island in the middle of bermuda. i love how baby yoda was such a hit they just was like... let's just.. let's just put him on everything hold on. I TOUCHED ITS SOFT SPOT! what the fuck did it just do? it like sl- spoke in a deep voice-- HIGH SCORE ELEVEN. Bop it. wait its a bop it! it's a bop it???? its a bop it??? what????? I told you that was a bad idea. he's scary. like im actually sc- that's a saw trap right there it sounds like s- Bop it to start. okay! Twist it. Pull it. you twist its head??? this thing is horrifying! im buyin this. i am buying this.

time for sonic! its sonic time. THE HEDGEHOG! THE FREAKIN HEDGEHOG! we're going! sonic time! this is such an odd sonic what the... my GOD! look at that! its like psychedelic! we're gonna trip out at sonic! ah, whatre you doing? why're you out there crazy? im gonna take a picture of you now. WE'RE ORDERING. what do you want jack? corn dog. that's it?? where are you going? im gonna go wild out for a bit. pff, whats that mean?? yea just the- the corn dog, a small fry, and a small dr pepper SNF SNF SNRK what the fuck is- what the fuck- what the fuck.. um, can i get chilli cheese fries and a large drink- hey baby, hehe and another jumbo- you look like you were really proud of that one, too hhh, hhhhhh t- tell 'em- hhhhfdjkfd hahah. and a large oreo shake shelby tell 'em thanks from me. tell 'em thanks!! i'll pay! i'll pay! I'll pay. I'LL PAY. that's it stop filming my card. i dont want Wheatskins knowing my fucking card. im lookin at you Wheatie. you know what, get it on the Manifold Business we vlogged this. yknow what, do it on the Manifold business account! do it on the Manifold business card! manifold legal is covering this- manifold legal is out of money. cum. uoohhhh ohh :( LICK THE SIDE! lick the side! LICK THE SIDE!! what do you MEAN lick the side?? lick it! LICK THE SIDE! do you see how much th- lick it while i film! LICK THE SIDE!!! LICK THE SIDE! slrrrp. im so sorry i ordered smalls for- that's 5up's, you can eat one of mine please dont eat mine sir please dont eat his fries siir theres not many left ! theyre really hot. whyre you eating em like that, king? slrrrp. i cant get it out. suck harder. i cant get it up! i need your help- you gotta give it that- that good-good gotta give it the sloppy top I'M known for my schlopery. will, film me eating a corn dog! this is my first ever corn dog ever. i've never had one! its really hot. all the way all the way all the way all the way all the way just in one go! all the way get to the stick! i couldnt go any further... its burning my mouth right now, its really hot. crunch crunch. crunch. to like- i have to process the moment like, i have food in my mouth everywhere! ive got worse in my mouth, king! ive had worse in my mouth. 2017. what does that mean?? the year or like. he had two thousand and seventeen things in his mouth. the stick touched my tonsils as i took the last bite. if you gag on the corndog you know she's not a baddie. im sorry to my audience for letting them down! no that's... that's misogynistic, i shouldn't. ✨i'd say all girls are baddies✨well done, will. pffh hahaahaha! if she gag on the corndog she not a baddie! she not a baddie. aint that right, ranboo? thats what im sayin!

now, we may have eaten, but for some reason the crazy hadnt worn off yet. guess you cant take me anywhere! (Wheatskins, you should add like the- the... "she so crazy" yknow with the fuckin chips on her- like the bag of fuckin chips on her head but just, just make it me, i think thatd be funny) I'm a crazy individual. I have deranged thoughts, some of which would land me in the slammer. mmmm hey, wh- Wheatskins, Wheatskins, just make that lean. Wheatskins, wocky slush, make it wocky slush, please. make it that wo- make it, make it that- purp drank. w- Wheatskins, ma- Wheatskins, make-- Why'd you say it with such urgency?? make it that- Wheatskins- you cut yourself off! "make it that-- wheatskins" Wheatskins, no, you gotta make this.. i've been unable to get my codeine fix the whole time ive been here, Wheatskins. you gotta film ranboo wildin' out. he's gonna st- he's gonna wild like i do. he's gonna wild- yeah. wild out, king. go quirky, go insane, th- ...he went right behind the fucking sign! RANBOO! we didnt see you, wild out now! we didnt see you before. you gotta wild out now. (he's wildin). oh yea, he's- he's buggin. no i dont want- i dont want your nug-nugs. no nuggies! no nuggies! roll- roll the windows up, kids! thats what that codeine'll do to you. it's my- my s-- my wocky slush. sonic was great! lets go to connetikuk. kowekuk! iowa! keokuk! keokuk! oiowa! anyone watching this video from keokuk iowa, take a picture of you at the- one of the places that we are at later in this video, and... hashtag MissionTo"MeatMountain" Road to "Meat Mountain" hashtag Road-- race- race to "Meat Mountain" hash- hashtag- what was the- ratio! hashtag RaceTo"MeatMountain" ratio! Hashtag RaceTo"MeatMountain" put that on twitter! put the title screen right now, like the intro guys- put uh- Wheatskins, play the title screen [Race to "Meat Mountain" title card plays].

shelby, how's driving been going? hands on the wheel, please. sorry can we have a ran- can we have a ranboo solo moment? ranboo, hold the camera, pointing at you hi guys :) how you doin? how you been? its been a while since we last spoke! Hey. Don't interrupt my solo moment. this is- this is all i have. hi guys, uhh welcome to the Race for "Meat Mountain" uh- play the- the title sequence [Race to "Meat Mountain" title card plays]. we're driving through, uh, Missouri Unincorporated Territory right now! uhhh, uh- we're about to hit frankfort, which is described by wikipedia as, frankford is an unincorporated place in Unincorporated Territory, Missouri. guys, lemme tell you something about this place. there's fuckall going on. im entertaining myself with the images of my mind. all i can picture is the cymbal monkey, yknow the monkeys that clap their cymbals? Keokuk! Keokuk! Keokuk! Keokuk! Keokuk! oooo, my mans just braked. on a road? what a- what a country! what an unincorporated territory! oh look at that peep! there's a peep! a what? there's a peep on the side of the road! what the fuck is a peep ??? shelby, your eyes are supposed to be on the road, youre staring at purple peeps in the field??? theres purple people?? there was a purple peep! like thanos? or maybe someone whose drank a little too much lean? I've Got Ya Now. don't worry viewers :) youre safe with me!

so far this has been a pretty straightforward journey! we made a couple of stops, but other than that, it was pretty much smooth sailing and having a few laughs! but then the First Disaster struck. auh, guys i need to tell you something. i really need the bathroom, but i'm- i'm gonna be honest, im genuinely a little bit frightened of going to the toilet around here. i think they're gonna smell that im an atheist out-of-towner? just go over and be like, "That Jesus Guy.." oowh, im g- i'm so scared its okay! its okay! you need to let it out! jack can you come in with me with the camera? i dont wanna be dr disrespect and film you while youre pooping, king. no, dont come in the bathroom dumbass oh. bye will! bye! we reassessed, and im not gonna go in and film even the ground, i will get shot. wait- ive got a fucking white button-up shirt that doesnt matter! it doesnt matter, it doesnt matter w-w-w-wait, wait- wilbur dont take your shirt off- He's dead. this guy's buggin! let's lock the car, let's keep the camera down, let's just film our balls. let's just film our balls! how ya doin? good! i'd shake yer hands but its cold. do ya- how ya been? do yall have a bathroom? hhhhhhh . get in, get in! FLOOR IT! you got funyuns!!!! i didnt know what to do so i bought funyuns! i tried to say, "have y'all got a toilet," like, "have y'all," i tried to throw a y'all in there, and i ended up goin, "Have Y'all- Have Y'all Got A Bathroom?"

Keokuk! Keokuk!!! Shelby said- Keokuk! Keokuk! Keokuk! YEAHHHH!!! I'm so excited. i'm genuinely- i cant believe im going to iowa i cant believe- me- me neither! i cant believe we are cause it doesnt exist! imagine if we get to keokuk and like- there's like a man at the road who's like, "When you leave, tell everyone Iowa exists." and we- "I see you recording," he'll say, and he'll say, "Right, here's some footage to splice in to your cam- video. Tell them Iowa's real," and then- but behind him is just black void. you have to like sign an NDA. i believe that, honestly. or they shoot you! or- or they- or they shoot you and then you 'died in a car accident.' WAIT look! jack!! wait, we're on the way! it's just white! it's- there it is! Keokuk! exit half a mile! we're bout to be there! is this the- wait. "the people of iowa welcome you!" "the people of iowa welcome you!" we fuckin made iiiiiiiit!!!! YEEESSS!!!! oh he's going, wow he just went for it. he's gone. ooh it smells like manure we're here! it stinks! it stinks here it smells of poo but we made it! we made it to iowa i'm in eye-oh-wuh! to arbys!!! Will. yeah? we're on the phone now. WOAH LOOK AT THAT LOOK AT THAT AAAAAA WE'RE IN KEOKUK YEAAAAA myyy camera died. Wheatskins add a, the camera died. bwah bum buh doowww wooomp. Wheatskins, play the- play the intro play the intro! [Race to "Meat Mountain" title card plays].

ARRRBYYY'S!!!! THERE IT IS!!! oh it's there!!! YEAA YESSSS this is, a fever dream. this is incredible. we did it! we did it. oh we did it! to the "Meat Mountain!" alright, this might be a crazy one, but i've heard of, like a rumor. is there an off-menu thing called the "Meat Mountain"? yeah, it's- we could still make it. for real?? yeah. okay! we'll get that! it's real! it's real! it's real! it's real. are you sure you can eat all that? probably not. aha i'll give it a go though! that's a lot of meat! i'm aware! hahaha. youre a little- a little one, too! hahaha!! f- fuck! hahahaha-- we're gonna give it a go! oh my lord, jesus. open it open it open it open it i'm opening it! i'm opening it! let's see this- ready? ohh ohhh my god my oh- hhahah, that's too much! wow that is a lot hey jack, how hungry are you, man? chicken, turkey, beef-- 👀

Initial impressions... weren't great! but what can you expect? a burger that tall could never look beautiful! and its not about the outside appearance!! it's the beauty within :) i was in it for the flavors, the meats melting on my tongue. i just wanted to feel my mouth full of meat, and i wanted to taste-- ...........maybe cut that part, i dont know-- take a bite, king. you got this! my god do they have the meats. they do have the meats. unhinge your jaw! ccrrrunch. Oh. oh, oh oh boy that's a good bite! that was a good bite. that's a solid bite! you got- you got the top to bottom! what is it like? oh! i heard a crunch... i could hear how dry that is. okay, he's still... i dont think i wanna take a bite anymore is it just a lot of flavors..? that should- it's a lot of flavors, not all of them i can analyze at once... crrunch. my god. it's impressive! you are good at that! ranboo. ranboo this is- ranboo. we cant film him taking a bite take a bite. you came here, this was yooour plan. this was never my plan. you told me about the "Meat Mountain" i told you about the "Meat Mountain".... good luck! you got this! crunch. that was a solid bite, king. that was a good bite. for those of you at home, Good Bite. that's ranboo jaws. now you know what my jaws can do. how does- how does it taste? give us- in, in one word- Meat. ..he just went in for a bite on his own choice, by the way, like that is just his own choice there. I was hungry. You gonna blame a man fer being hungry? Food's food! .... i have to have a bite. originally, me and ranboo were the ones taught the tale we came all this way you have to have a bite! im not even hungry! we ate, i had a subway! yeah, i dont know why- you dont have to be hungry for the "Meat Mountain" the "Meat Mountain" is hungry for you. oh i cant describe the smell, hold on.. crrunch. get it. my god that was impr- oh my god?? wow. king! thoughts, feelings, any? i hate the mix of temperatures. oh yeah yeah, no that's the thing- the ham is cold, the chicken is hot. yea that's what got me. this is the last bit that hasn't been bitten. crunch ... it tastes like a pastrami sandwich yeah- is this part not bitten? now the Final One. the final bite. this is it. one final bite! we're making the Pentagram of the Mighty Meats. the mcyt pentagram... in a "Meat Mountain".... crunch there's five bites of a "Meat Mountain" ...actually it's just like a little star now. i've been thinkin about it just now. sluuurrp.. why did we drive two and a half hours to iowa for this? wh- haha, why- yeah, wait, didnt we drive past an arbys? we passed three! we passed like several arbys. a good like thirty minutes in. ... Iowa baby! that's what im sayin! ay, Wheatskins, play the title card again! [Race to "Meat Mountain" end card plays].