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citygirlcharlotte · 2 years

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The Sister Halstead (Part 11)

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Pairings: Hank Voight x Female OC, Will & Jay Halstead x Sister!OC

Warnings: Smut Ahead!

“Charles!” my mom exclaimed.

I knew my dad wasn’t going to be thrilled but I didn’t expect him to be rude.

“Dad come on.” I whined.

“Henry Voight, sir.” Henry introduced himself with an outstretched hand.

“What do you do for work Henry?” My dad asked.

“I’m a sergeant with the Chicago Police Department.”

“Do you work with Jay?” My mom asked.

“I’m actually his sergeant in the intelligence unit.” Henry explained.

My dad gave me a look.

“You’re dating your brothers boss?” He asked incredulously.

“Yes, and he’s fine with it. Now that is.”

Fine may have been a little bit of a lie. Jay was learning to accept and after he got punching Henry in the face out of his system.

“When are those brothers of yours coming in?” My mom asked, changing the subject.

“I’d give them an hour or so.”

“Well come in darling and have a drink.” Mom offered.

“Thank you but I’m trying out a detox, so no alcohol for me.” I lied.

Thankfully, besides some moodiness and horniness, I don’t have many pregnancy symptoms.

“Since when are you on a detox?” My dad asked.

“Can’t a girl just detox in peace?” I laughed.

I made Henry a double, knowing that he was going to need it with my family tonight.

“Chef’s got steak and salmon being prepared for tonight, is that going to be okay sweetie?” Mom asked.

“Sounds great.” I mumbled.

“Henry, a moment please?” My dad asked, standing by the door to his office.

Henry looked at me while I looked at him and sighed.

“Of course.” He replied, downing his drink and following my father in. When the door shut, I turned to my mom with a lazy smile.

“He really makes you that happy?” She asked.

“He’s like a breath of fresh air at the bottom of the ocean. He came in unexpectantly, and I feel like I’ve been able to breathe better since he’s been here. God knows I’ve been able to sleep better which makes everything better. Being with him just feels like something I was always meant to find, you know?” I tried to explain.

“What’s his baggage?”

“His wife passed from cancer a few years ago. His son was murdered too and his grandson lives hundreds of miles away. Honestly mom, that’s the tip off the iceberg with Henry but I don’t care. He made loving me a priority and made sure I knew how he felt. That’s worth more to me than any baggage he could have.”

“I’m only going to bring this up once Charlotte but what about the age gap? There’s 22 years between the two of you and I want to make sure you’re okay with that.”

“I am. I don’t care that he’s older really, I’d still want to be with him until the day I die.”

“If you’re serious about this Charlotte, I’ll support you and I’ll bring this up again but I need you to promise me.” She pleaded.

“I’m serious mom. I could see myself marrying him one day.” I mused, a soft smile gracing my lips at the thought.

“Then I’ll just have to accept that I’m 4 years older than my future son in law.” She laughed, I held my lemonade out as a cheers.

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Dad and Henry were still talking in the office nearly an hour later, so I went ahead and decided to take advantage of the afternoon sunshine and this pre-baby belly body while I could.

“Care to join me?” I asked my mom.

She was in the dining room fussing over the appetizers for Henry and my brothers.

“Be right there sweetie.” She yelled back.

The warm rays of the lake sun brought a sigh of relief to my body. I didn’t how much I would enjoy floating around a pool on a an inflatable rainbow but it was amazing.

“You look comfy.” Someone commented from poolside.

I opened my eyes to see Henry smiling down at me.

“It’s amazing. Come join me!” I beamed.

“I didn’t bring a swim suit. Don’t even think I own one.” He laughed.

Immediately, I got out and led him to our room where I happened to pack a new swim suite for him.

“How was the talk with my dad?” I asked out of curiosity.

“Long story short, he doesn’t really like me. He kind of did a background check and while that popped up clear, he poked around at the ivory tower and heard some rumors. He wanted to make sure that you were safe and wouldn’t get caught up in any of my shit.” He explained.

He sat on the couch, staring out the window as he spoke so I gently made my way over and sat on his lap.

“He doesn’t have to love you, that’s my job. My parents just need to know how much we love each other and accept it. My mom has, we spoke earlier and she said as long as we’re in love, she’ll accept up with open arms.” I re-assured.

“How did you manage that sweetheart?” He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I may have told her that I’d like to marry you one day.” I mused, running my hand down the back of his neck.

“Sweetheart, I’m already hard thinking about you pregnant, I don’t know if I could handle the thought of you being my wife.” He growled, immediately latching onto my neck.

“Fuck daddy.” I whined softly, turning myself in his lap so we were facing each other.

“You gotta be quiet baby girl, your actual daddy’s home.” He laughed.

His fingers slid past the hem of my bikini bottoms as one went up to caress my clit making me mewl out a string of expletives.

“It’s not nice to tease your pregnant girlfriend.” I warned.

Not one to disappoint, he unexpectantly impaled me on his fingers, causing me let out a loud whine.

“You have to stay quiet hunny.”

As if I could be quiet while 2 of his fingers were curling into my sweet spot. I could barely get a hold of myself as I rode his fingers with his thumb pressed to my clit.

“Come for me sweetheart.” He growled in my ear.

“God damn it Henry.” I swore, walls tightening around his fingers as I came with a whine.

I leaned away from his body as I got the pleasure out of watching him remove his fingers and place them directly into his mouth. Henry looked me directly in the eyes as he sucked his 2 fingers clean.

“Fuck.” I cried, immediately launching at him and bringing him into a needy kiss. I felt us fall back onto the bed as I detached my lips from his and latched onto his jugular, leaving marks as I went.

“Please fuck me.” I begged, grinding on his erect cock. I could feel the tent in his jeans growing rapidly as I ran my core up and down his length.

“How could I say no?” He laughed.

I knew Jay and Will would be here soon, so I quickly pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees and slid my bikini bottom to the side. Lining him up with my entrance, I slowly slid down on him, savoring the stretch.

“So good for me Mama.” He praised as I bottomed out on his cock.

“Say that again.” I whined, setting a slow but steady rhythm.

“You like that baby? Can’t wait for you to be swollen with my baby. I’m making you a mommy sweetheart, don’t forget that.” He growled, slamming me down onto his length.

I couldn’t help the sound that escaped me as I bottomed out harshly.

“Those boobs of yours are going to get so big. You’re going to be the perfect mommy to our baby, are you hunny? You gonna let me take a sip too mama?”

His words had me whimpering into his ear.

“Whatever you want daddy!” I promised.

“That’s my good girl.”

Henry flipped me over and jack hammered his cock in and out of me at an overwhelming speed. I tried to grip something, anything really as the pressure in my lower belly was building until it all became too much and Henry stifled my scream with his lips. I could feel his warm seed coating my walls as his hand went down to the small bulge in my stomach.

“That’s my cock today sweetheart, but soon it’ll be our baby growing in your belly.”

He slid out of me with a grunt as his hands went to caress my stomach and his lips came close enough to lay kisses where a very small baby bump was beginning to form.

“6 more months baby.” I smiled. I stared down at the love of my live kissing our babies home as I ran my hand through his hair.

“I can’t wait to meet this angel. Thank you sweetie.”

“Thank me? For what?” I laughed.

“For giving me a second chance.”

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“Charlotte your brothers are here!” Mom yelled from the foyer.

I dragged Henry out of the pool with me as I raced my mom to the front door. I knew both her and my dad were excited to meet them but I wanted dibs first.

“Don’t scare them off.” I playfully scolded her.

“Never!” She laughed.

I thought she and dad would have more of a problem with Will and Jay but they were generally happy I found brothers that I loved and loved me back.

“Jay Bird, William!” I yelled as I ran down the front steps.

I jumped into Wills arms as if I hadn’t seen them in months, rather than yesterday.

“Charlie you’re all wet!” He complained, trying to push me off of him.

“Duh William, I was in the pool.” I teased.

I reluctantly let him go and I went to give Jay a hug.

“Not a chance short stack, back away.” He warned.

I settled for a kiss on the cheek as I lead them up the front steps. Mom, Dad and Henry were all waiting to greet the Halstead Brothers.

“Mom and Dad, I’d like you to meet Jay and Will.” I introduced.

My mom giddily gave them hugs as Dad shook their hands.

“We are so happy to have the three of you here this weekend.” Mom gushed.

“Us as well Ma’am.” Jay answered.

Jay and Henry were still on the fritz, but they did a manshake as they walked past each other.

“You came just in time, dinner is almost served. Why don’t we all freshen up and meet back in a few?” Dad asked, motioning to me dripping water in his entry way.

“Loud of clear big man, let me show them to their rooms.” I smiled, giving my father a mock salute and motioning for my 3 guys to follow me.

As we walked through this wing, Jay took notice of all the photos hanging on the walls.

“Is this where you grew up?” He asked.

“Sort of. This was my grandfathers house, so when he lived here, I was here for summers but when he passed, my dad sold our house nearby and we moved in.” I explained.

As we got to their rooms, I gave them a 20-minute timer before heading into a quick shower.

“You going to join me handsome?”

When the chef served dinner, my stomach was growling for salmon and medium rare steak.

“This is delicious.” I complimented, stuffing my face.

“What kind of detox are you on where you can eat steak and potatoes? I don’t even see a salad on your plate sweetie.” My mother chastised.

“Detox? Since when is she detoxing?” Jay asked confused.

“Since recently.” Henry replied for me.

“She’s given up drinking too.” My mother chimed in.

“We were literally drinking a week and a half ago.” Will reminded me.

Ah yes, the night before we found out I was pregnant. Will and I went out for a late lunch and we were drinking some spritzers.

“It’s a recent thing!” I snapped unintentionally.

The table got a little quiet as everyone stared at me for my outburst. Henry grabbed my hand under the table in support.

“Well it’s great that you’re trying to better yourself my dear.” Dad soothed, sending my anger from across the table.

“Thank you.” I signed.

Suddenly, dinner wasn’t on the forefront of my mind anymore and all I wanted to do was curl up in Henrys arms and cry.

“Are you alright sweetie?” He whispered, leaning to speak into my ear.

“No.” I sighed, fully pushing my plate away from me and getting up from the table.

Henry was quick to follow me out of the dining room and into the den where I curled up onto a couch.

“Come here hunny.” He cooed, sitting next to me and wrapping me into his arms.

“What’s going on with me?” I cried.

“It’s your hormones hunny. Pregnancy will do that to you.” He whispered.

“I feel terrible.”

“It’s going to feel like that sometimes hunny but you’ll move past this.” He reassured me.

I laid curled in his arms until my mother came in a few minutes later with a bowl in her hands.

“I know you’re detoxing but mac and cheese was always your favorite.” She smiled, sliding the bowl into Henry’s hand.

“Thank you.” I signed, taking small bites between hiccups.

“If you ever need to talk about anything sweetheart, I’m always here for you.” She stated, kissing me on the head lightly before leaving the room.

“Now I feel even worse for not telling her.” I sobbed, pushing away the mac and cheese.

“We’ll tell her soon hunny.”

Will and Jay came in afterward, highly concerned at my outburst and looking toward Henry for an explanation.

“It’s been a long day.” Henry said, reassuring my worrying brothers.

“You okay kiddo?” Will asked, taking a seat next to us.

“I’ll be fine, just needed a second.”

“Take all the time you need sweetheart.” Dad smiled, walking into the room.

“How about we do a movie night? Like old times sake.” Mom smiled, rejoining us with blankets and pillows galore.

“That’s a great idea! Charlie loves movie nights.” Jay smiled, helping her grab what she was holding.

That is how I ended up snuggled into Henry, watching some cheesy romcom with my family. This brought me more comfort than I could express to my family, knowing I couldn’t tell them our secret just yet. It felt nice, just being with everyone. The peace was soothing. Before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep as I felt Henry pull me closer.

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The next day I awoke to my mother opening every curtain in my bedroom, excitedly moving around the room with a song in her heart.

“Rise and shine Hunny! The boys are already going at golf. We’ll be meeting them for lunch.” She smiled, jumping on the bed to sit next to me.

“Henry went to play golf?” I mumbled, entirely unconvinced.

“With a little encouragement.” She laughed.

My mother had gifted me a beautiful dress to wear for lunch apparently a strappy set of wedges.

“Where is lunch at?” I questioned, eyeing the elaborate Love Shack Fancy dress.

“Just the country club darling.” She smiled, pulling me out of bed and pushing me into the bathroom.

An hour later I was dressed and we were in her escalade, on the way to meet my guys.

“Tell me, how did dad convince Henry to golf?” I laughed.

“He phrased it as “bonding time.” She laughed.

“My poor man must be miserable.” I chuckled.

“Your brother and him at are odds, correct?”

“They’re getting better.” I reassured.

“Is it because he’s his boss?” She asked.

“For the most part, yes.” I shrugged.

“And the other part?”

“A longer conversation.”

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punchdrunkdoc · 1 year

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Chapter 15

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

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Chapter 15

“Thank you, Counsellor,” the Judge said, after Matt finished speaking. “Prosecution, please call your first witness.”

Matt took his seat and blew out a breath. Foggy gave him a quick pat on the back. “Good job, buddy,” he whispered.

“Thanks,” Matt whispered back. The opening statement was done. His voice had held out, and he’d gotten his message across to the members of the jury. He’d sensed a reaction in some of their heartbeats as he’d described the terror Margaret had felt while in the grips of the drug, so he was hopeful a least a few jurors were open to his argument.

Calina’s angle - playing to their fear, instead of their empathy - had been the right call.

He breathed deeply, sorting past the various smells of the courtroom - the earthiness of the wood panelling, the oil from the bailiff’s gun, the too-strong aftershave of the prosecuting attorney - until he found the fragrance he was looking for.

Strawberries and sea salt.

Calina was here.

He’d picked up the scent the moment he’d walked into the room - she was somewhere at the back of the public gallery - and he hadn’t been able to stop the small smile that had formed at the realisation. Foggy had noticed straight away. “You’re looking strangely optimistic,” he’d commented.

Matt had shrugged. “Maybe I feel good about this.”

Foggy had scrutinised him closer. “You look good, too. The zombie-ness has worn off a bit. Are you getting more sleep?”

“Yeah. Actually I am.”

Last night’s experiment - Calina reading to him - had worked better than expected. It hadn’t just helped him relax and clear his head for a while…it had put him straight to sleep.

A deep, restorative, dreamless sleep.

He’d woken as dawn had approached, still on the couch, feeling rested and refreshed, despite the slight crick in his neck.

And the unfamiliar weight against his shoulder.

It had been Calina, fast asleep, her head leaning against him. Loathe to disturb her so early, Matt had relaxed back into the couch. He could afford to take a few minutes, to enjoy the novelty of this feeling - unlike most mornings, he wasn’t waking in pain from a fight or a fall. He wasn’t still tired from a restless night of tossing and turning. He wasn’t shaking off the lingering grief from a dream about Elektra.

He felt…good. Content, even.

And it was all down to Calina.

For some reason he could sleep around her. Soundly. For hours at a time.

And she could sleep just as soundly around him, judging from her deep breaths and the slow, steady thrum of her heart. That soothing cadence - and the warmth radiating from her - was almost enough to lull him back to unconsciousness. He felt the urge to tip his head to rest it against hers, to breathe in the scent of her and feel the silkiness of her hair against his cheek…

But he needed to get up. He had to drop by the office to gather some more files, and he wanted to make sure he got to the courthouse early. He didn’t want to give Foggy any reason to doubt him today.

He started carefully shifting out from under Calina’s weight, trying not to wake her, but the movement stirred her anyway. She groaned as she straightened up, and the book she’d been reading from last night clattered to the floor. The sudden noise seemed to startle her fully awake. She glanced around the room in confusion before seeing him next to her. “I fell asleep again, didn’t I?” she moaned, covering her face with her hands. “I’m so sorry.”

She jumped to her feet and straightened her clothes. “Your apartment must have soporific powers, or something,” she joked, her voice shaky.

“I thought that was you,” he replied.

“Hmm?” she asked, collecting her book from the floor.

“I’ve had more sleep in the last few days than the last couple of weeks combined, thanks to you.”

She paused as she gathered her bag. “I don’t know whether to feel pleased about that or insulted.”

“Insulted?”

“If I keep putting you to sleep, I must be really boring company.”

Matt laughed, getting to his feet. “Not at all.” He stretched his arms above his head, the joints of his back cracking loudly in the quiet room.

“Ouch,” she winced. “I’m sorry again. You really needed a night in a proper bed before your big trial-”

He grabbed her hand, wanting to put a stop to her self-recrimination. “I needed rest. And you helped me get it. Please stop apologising. I meant it when I thanked you just now.”

“Okay,” she said softly. “I should thank you too. I seem to sleep better here than in my own apartment.”

They stood there, hands clasped, as the unspoken admission - that they only seemed to get a good night’s sleep in each others’ presence - hung between them. Neither of them wanted to comment on the strangeness of that fact.

Or what it might symbolise.

“I- I’ll let you get ready,” she said, breaking the spell of the moment. She pulled away from him and headed for the exit. “Bye, Matthew.”

“‘Matt’. Call me ‘Matt’,” he replied, in what was becoming a familiar refrain.

This time she definitely heard him. She paused at the door - just a fraction of a second between one footfall and the next - but said nothing as she opened it and walked away.

———

Calina slipped out of the courtroom as recess was called for lunch. Coming here this morning had been a spur of the moment impulse. She’d heard Matthew’s opening statement a dozen times over the last few days as he'd rehearsed and refined it - to the point where she could have given the speech herself. But she’d wanted to see him in action in court, and to offer some silent moral support.

So she’d battled the rush hour horde of commuters and arrived at the courthouse just as the other members of the public were filing into the gallery. It had been worth the effort. Matthew was so different here. He held authority in this room, and confidence radiated from him.

It was fascinating to watch.

He held his audience in the palm of his hand. They chuckled when he made a self-deprecating blind joke as he got to his feet, putting them all at ease. Their eyes were fixed on him as he gave his impassioned defence. And she could see more than one person react as he asked them to imagine themselves in his client’s position.

His speech was working. And she felt more than a hint of pride at the small role she'd played in shaping it.

It had been unexpectedly fun, to help Matthew with his work. And surprisingly easy, to imagine the best way to convince a jury of the truth. But it really shouldn’t have been a surprise. It was just another form of manipulation, after all. It was something she’d been taught all her life - how to find the right words and the right arguments to make someone do what she needed them to.

At least now she was putting those skills to use for a good cause - for a woman who'd been forced into violence against her wishes and without her control. It was another reason why it had been so easy to help craft Matthew’s speech - she didn't need any help empathising with Margaret Posen.

“Calina!”

She turned as a familiar voice called out her name. Matthew strode towards her, a smile on his face. Behind him she could see Foggy and a tall blonde woman. The woman frowned and said something to Foggy, but Calina was too far away to hear it.

“Hi,” Matthew said, reaching her.

“Hi,” she replied. “How did you know I was here?”

“Oh, Foggy saw you as you were leaving, and he let me know.”

Calina wondered if that was the truth. Or if his senses had detected her hiding at the back of the crowded courtroom. Were they that finely tuned?

“I hope you didn’t mind,” Calina said. “Me being here, I mean.”

“Not at all. I’m glad actually. I wanted to thank you again for your what you did over the weekend - looking after me, helping with the case. It meant a lot.”

She ducked her head, uncertain how to react in the face of so much gratitude. Especially when her actions hadn’t been entirely altruistic. She’d wanted to spend time with him. Talk with him, eat with him, sit with him in comfortable silence…

And she’d loved every second of it. Despite her reservations about being close to him. And despite the awkwardness of waking up in his apartment after falling asleep.

Twice!

She couldn’t understand it. She’d been trained to always be alert. To be aware of her surroundings at all times. Falling sound asleep in a relative stranger’s home for hours at a time just wasn’t like her.

She could blame it on exhaustion - maybe after so many restless nights, she’d hit a threshold of lethargy, and was liable to fall asleep anywhere now. But deep down she suspected there was another explanation.

She trusted Matthew.

She knew him to be a good man, with a good heart.

And she felt safe with him.

Perhaps that was at the root of her insomnia. Beneath the nightmares, and the way her brain played out her sins on a loop…maybe she felt unsafe. It would make sense - she was so far from her sisters and the only life she’d ever known. She was out on her own in the world, with no one watching her back. No one to stand guard while she let herself sink into unconsciousness.

No one…except for him.

Matthew knew how to fight. He was better at it than almost anyone she’d ever known. He was a man that could handle anything and anyone that might come at him. Which on some subconscious level must make her feel safe. Safe enough to close her eyes and rest.

“I just wanted you to know that,” he continued. “In case I don’t see you much this week. The case is going to keep me occupied all hours of the day and night.”

“I understand,” she said.

“But I have some free time now. Do you want to get lunch with us?” he asked, gesturing behind him to his two colleagues. Foggy noticed the action and gave her a small wave. She waved back. The blonde woman just stared at her with cooly assessing eyes.

“Thanks for the offer, but no, I can’t today. I have a class starting in twenty minutes.”

“Dance?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, enjoy. And thank you, again. For everything.”

“You’re welcome, Matthew.”

He tilted his head, a small smile playing at his lips. “Are you ever going to call me ‘Matt’?”

Yes, she wanted to say. If I no longer have to lie to you. If you ever discover who I really am. If you still want to be my friend, after all that…then I’ll have earned the right to call you that.

“Maybe one day,” she replied instead.

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Calina studied her outfit in the full length mirror.

The sequinned dress was fun, and it flattered her figure. It was a tank-style silhouette - sleeveless, with a racer back - and it draped loosely over her willowy frame. She didn’t suit tight fitting dresses - she’d never had the curves for them to cling to - but she suited mini dresses like this one, the hemline showing off her long, shapely legs. Which appeared even longer, in the four-inch stiletto heels she had on her feet.

But something about the look wasn’t working.

She twisted in front of the mirror, trying to work out what was wrong. The woman in the department store had assured her that the outfit was suitable for going to a nightclub, but it just didn’t feel right.

She felt too…styled. Too prissy.

Too much like a ballerina.

She stared at the tight bun that she’d scraped her hair into. That was definitely giving off ballerina vibes, but the shop assistant had recommended the style, saying it would emphasise her cheekbones and her long neck.

It did…but she didn’t feel like herself.

Calina smiled at the realisation. She was starting to know her own style. Not only what suited her, but what she felt comfortable in. And what impression she wanted to give the rest of the world. She was learning that clothes could be an expression of who you were inside…

And this wasn’t who she was.

Not anymore.

She wasn’t the cold, aloof ballerina with perfect posture. She was a street dancer now.

Calina grinned as she kicked off her heels and shoved on her white converse high tops instead. Then she shook out her hair and pulled it back in a messy ponytail.

The woman in the mirror grinned back at her.

This felt right. This was her.

She looked young, and carefree and ready to have fun - three things she had never felt before. Her smile widened.

She checked the time on her phone - 7:20. It was almost time to go. Her heart started fluttering with anticipation. She was going out. On a Friday night. Clubbing. With a friend!

The invitation had come after dance class on Tuesday. Michelle had started attending the sessions around the same time as Calina. They had been the two novices amongst the more experienced regulars and had gravitated towards each other in the lineup. They shared rueful smiles when they messed up the choreography, and thumbs up when they mastered a difficult step. Occasionally, Michelle would chat with Calina as they cooled down, and twice now they’d walked part of the way home together.

She was a 25-year old grad student, studying anthropology, and she lived with two roommates. Her boyfriend had recently dumped her, and she was online dating and ‘rebounding all over Manhattan’, as she’d put it. She was chatty and outgoing, and didn’t seem to mind when Calina barely shared anything of her own life.

But despite all that, Calina hadn’t really considered they were becoming friends. Until earlier this week when Michelle had cornered her after class. “Are you busy this Friday?”

“No,” Calina has said. “Why?”

“It’s my birthday, and a bunch of us are hitting the town. Do you wanna come?”

Calina must have looked as taken aback as she felt, because Michelle rushed to reassure her. “No pressure! It’ll just be a quick dinner then dancing - it’ll be a chance to show off our newly acquired skills.” She offered her phone, the screen open on a blank contacts page. “Give me your number and I’ll text you the details.”

Calina had, and the text had come through half an hour later with a time and place and an opt-out clause: ‘If you can make it, great! If not, no worries.’

‘I’ll try to make it’ had been Calina’s reply. She’d wanted the option of backing out, in case she lost her nerve. But as the week crept on, she found herself looking forward to the idea of going out on the town. Especially since her late night stalking of Daredevil seemed to be on hold while Matthew was busy with his trial.

True to his word, she hadn’t seen him much over the past few days. Except for this morning, when they’d shared the elevator down to the lobby. He was on his way to court, she was heading out for her morning run.

“How are you feeling?” she’d asked.

“Much better, thank you.”

He didn’t look it. The congestion in his voice was gone, but he seemed tired and run down. She wanted to ask if he was sleeping, but that seemed like such a personal question.

He had none of the same reservations. “And you? Are you sleeping okay?”

She’d shrugged. “Same as usual. How’s the trial going?”

“Nice change of subject,” he replied with a smile. “It’s going well, actually. Foggy’s giving the closing arguments today, then we’ll probably get a verdict next week.”

“Good luck,” she wished him as they walked down the steps of the apartment building and onto the street. They should have parted ways there and then, but they both...lingered. Calina made the excuse of stretching out her arms, and Matthew slowly opened up his cane, as if he too was stalling for time. He played with the stick for a few moments, twirling it between his fingers, and her eyes were drawn to his hands. His lovely, strong, graceful hands...

"Are you okay," Matthew asked.

Realising her breath had quickened - and that Matthew had picked up on it - Calina stammered out a reply. "I'm fine. I-I'll see you later." Then she took off running.

Literally.

Thinking back on the encounter, Calina blushed in embarrassment again. Then debated if she should bring Matthew lunch tomorrow, just like she had last weekend. Given how hard he’d been working, his fridge was probably woefully understocked again.

She wondered where this urge to take care of him came from. And was it just restricted to him - the vigilante-lawyer who worked all hours of the day and night to help the people of this city, but too often neglected himself?

Or would she feel this caring instinct towards any neighbour in need?

Was she a mother hen, just as Yelena had joked?

She shook her head. Those were thoughts for another time. Tonight she had somewhere to be.

She smiled as she gathered her purse. Then paused, eyeing up the bright red coat in her closet. The one she'd bought on a whim months ago but had never quite had the nerve to wear. It felt too...daring. Too conspicuous for someone trying to live an inconspicuous life. But judging from the cold breeze wafting through her bedroom, the temperature had dropped again tonight. She’d pushed the window wide open earlier to let out the steam from her shower, and now a chill was spreading through the room.

She should wear a coat.

She should wear that coat.

It was time to live the life she wanted, on her terms. And if that meant being visible in a show-stopping red coat, that's what she would do.

Calina slipped the garment of its hanger and slung it over her arm. Then she grabbed the top of the heavy sash frame of the window and started to shove it down...only to cry out in shock at the sudden sharp pain just below her rib cage.

She jerked back and glanced down. A metal tranquilliser dart was embedded in her abdomen.

She quickly yanked it out, but it was too late.

The world went hazy…then dark…

And she collapsed to the floor.

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Her mind was sinking.

She could feel consciousness rising - the sounds of the street outside getting louder, the feel of the bed beneath her back more tangible - but at the same time, her mind was slipping away from her.

Falling down, down, down…disappearing, like a stone dropped into a dark well.

She knew this feeling. She recognised it.

They were taking her mind away again.

It would recede from her body until she was nothing more than a bystander in her own body.

Controlled by outside forces.

Compelled to do their bidding.

Calina's heart started racing at the thought, and the adrenaline surge burned off the last of the tranquilliser. She was fully awake now. She could feel the sharp edges of the zip tie that bound her right arm to the metal frame of her bed. She could feel the pinch of the cannula in her left elbow where the serum had invaded her body.

She could hear the steps of the man pacing the floor of her bedroom.

“We’re almost done,” he said, his english heavily accented. “Another five minutes and the neural uplink will be complete.”

She slitted her eyes open. He had his back to her, a tablet in his hands and a bluetooth speaker in his ear. “Yes, that’s right,” he said to the person on the other end of the phone call. ”I’ll be able to monitor her responses, but yours is the only tablet with executive function, as we agreed. You’ll be the only one in control.” He tapped on the screen as he continued the conversation.

She tuned him out. Tried to calm her pounding heart as she worked through her options.

Five minutes.

Just five minutes until she disappeared.

Until she became nothing but a weapon, programmed to hurt.

To kill.

Just five minutes.

She had to make them count.

“Nice doing business with you,” the man bit out, ending the call. “Mudak,” he spat, cursing the other party in Russian. He tossed the tablet onto the bed by her feet and turned towards her.

She took her chance.

She whipped both legs up and hooked her feet around the back of his neck, jerking him closer until he stumbled against the side of the bed. She readjusted her hold, wrapping her thighs around his neck and clamping them tight.

Then she squeezed with every last drop of strength that she had.

He struggled against her grip, trying to pull away. Her back left the mattress, the only thing keeping her in place the hand that was bound to the frame. She ignored the bite of pain as the plastic tie dug into her wrist. She ignored the ache as he pummelled his fists against her thighs. She ignored the sight of his eyes bulging as he struggled for breath...

And she ignored the nauseating guilt pervading her body as she took his life.

Her world narrowed to the horrible feel of his thick fleshy neck between her legs and the clench of her muscles as she compressed his airway.

After what felt like hours - but was barely two minutes - he went slack, his blood shot eyes now sightless. She released her hold and he collapsed to the floor, his head colliding with the hardwood floor with a sickening thud.

She didn’t spare him a second glance.

She brought her right arm down in a sudden, sharp movement, breaking the tie. She tore the cannula out of her arm, grabbed the man’s tablet, and the phone stashed in her beside drawer and raced for the front door.

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Matt was feeling good.

He always got a buzz from trying cases in court. He enjoyed the chess-like strategy of anticipating his opponent’s tactics, and the art of trying to charm a jury. He loved delivering arguments to a hushed room, and the skill of distilling weeks of research and evidence into an eloquent line of questioning that would persuade 12 people of the truth.

And, of course, he loved the thrill - and sheer relief - that came with those two words: Not guilty. He just hoped he’d done enough to get Margaret Posen that verdict.

But it was out of his hands now. The prosecution had rested their case, Foggy had given a killer closing statement, and now it was up to the jury to decide.

Which meant he was free to resume his other duties. His cold symptoms had disappeared, and he didn’t have to work late strategising with Foggy or get up early tomorrow morning for court.

Matt Murdock’s obligations were over…now it was Daredevil’s turn.

The lawyer had tried Margaret's case in court...now the vigilante needed to find the source of the drug that had led to her arrest.

He’d just pulled his tie free of his collar and loosened the first few buttons of his shirt, when a frenzied banging sounded at his front door. Frowning, he moved towards the hallway, stretching his senses out.

He felt panic. Desperation.

Abject terror.

And it was coming from Calina.

“Matthew!” she yelled, continuing to pound with her fists. “Please! Matthew!”

He was at the door in an instant, yanking it open.

“Thank God,” she sobbed, stumbling into his apartment. She slammed the the door closed and rushed passed him into the living room. “You need to help me,” she said, gulping for breath. Her voice was frantic and her heart was hammering in her chest. “You need to stop me.”

He grabbed her arms to steady her. He could smell a faint tang of medicine in her blood, and a strange metallic scent clung to her. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

She dropped something to the floor and grabbed a fistful of his shirt, as if to anchor herself. “I’m not going to be me. And they’ll make me do things.” Her words tripped over each other, the meaning lost. “Horrible things. And I don’t want to. I can’t go through that again.” She started to hyperventilate, and the grip on his shirt tightened.

“Calina,” he called, rubbing her arms, trying to get her to calm down. “Callie! Just breathe!”

She took a couple of deep breaths. "That's it," he murmured. "Now, can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“Th- there's no time.” She thrust something at him, and he grabbed it on instinct. It was an old fashioned flip phone, the kind often used as burner devices. “Call Yelena,” she explained. “Speed dial 1. Tell her to come with the counteragent.”

“Calina, I don’t understand-”

“I know. And I’m so sorry - for all of this. But I need you to stop me. Don’t let me leave this apartment. Please.”

“I won’t-”

“Promise me!”

“I promise.”

“You need to do whatever it takes, Matthew. Do you understand? Whatever it takes, you need to stop me. I need Daredevil to stop me.”

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CHAPTER 16

Taglist: @hollandorks, @yanna-banana, @stilldreaming666, @tearosearts-blog

If you’d like to be added, let me know!

#Daredevil #daredevil fanfic #daredevil fic #daredevil fanfiction #marvel's daredevil #daredevil x original female character #Matt Murdock #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x oc #tabula rasa

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azrielsbitches · 2 years

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okay I literally just asked if you write smut, but then i read the note on the bottom of your masterlist! may I request a Hanna/Azriel (Hazriel? Azrianna??) First Time fic?? Azriel being a soft dom taking Hanna's virginity would be so freaking sweet!

A/N: the words just kinda flowed right out of me for this one lol

request are open for hanna and my other ocs!! :)

here's my masterlist for some background on who Hanna is

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A stifled half moan, half sigh escaped my mouth as Azriel kissed at that sensitive spot behind my ear and trailed down my neck. He lounged on the couch, with one arm wrapped around my back, holding me tightly as I lay on top of him and the other hand gripping my hair, helping to guide which way he wanted my head turned as he attacked me with kisses.

He shifted my body slightly so I was now straddling one of his legs, pulling his mouth away from my neck to whisper in my ear.

“We’re all alone… you don’t have to be quiet anymore.”

I shivered and pulled back to get a better look at him. The shift in position dragged my core along his thigh and I couldn’t help but let out another, less stifled, moan.

“Did that feel good, sweetheart?” he asked me and all I could do was whimper out a soft ‘yes.’

As I rocked my hips against him again, I opened my eyes fully and got a good look at the wild look in his eyes. Azriel and I had been trying to take it slow regarding our sex life, but that didn’t mean we hadn’t done pretty much everything under the sun except the actual act itself. He had given me countless orgasms in the past month since that night he had eaten me out for the first time, but we had yet to take it all the way.

Azriel was… controlling in bed to say the least. But everytime he manhandled me or gave me an order or used his shadows on me, I got so incredibly turned on there was no denying that I loved it. But I could still feel him holding back. He had ensured I understood that I was in charge of when we went further, but I knew that I wanted it to happen before we officially mated. I didn’t want any pain during the frenzy.

But it also intimidated me that he’d had over 500 years of sexual experience before I had even been born.

“Az,” I whimpered again as he gripped my hips and helped me move my hips against his muscular thigh.

“You’re beautiful,” he groaned out, leaning in to wrap his lips around my left breast and lightly grazing his teeth over my nipple before sucking on it roughly. My hips stuttered at that and I would have lost my momentum if he hadn’t been guiding my movements.

“I- ugh, Azriel,” I couldn’t get out what I was trying to say. That now familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach was growing and I was getting close to the edge, but I wanted and needed something more tonight.

“Az,” I breathed out, gripping the hair at the back of his neck to make him let go of my breast and look up at me. “I need… I need you inside of me.”

“You want my fingers, baby?” he smirked at me and I flushed at the miscommunication that I was now going to have to correct.

“No… I want-” I stopped myself, not wanting to say it outloud. I reached down and grasped his member that was rock hard and straining against the pants he wore. “This.”

The smirk was wiped off his face instantly.

“I’m going to need you to use your words,” he half-growled. “So that there’s no misinterpreting what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered after a moment of silence passed between us.

He inhaled sharply and sat up, keeping me in his lap still.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“I need you,” I whimpered, tearing up slightly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said as he wiped my tears away. “I just want to make sure that you’re ready for this.”

“I am so ready, Az,” I reassured him. “Please.”

“I won’t make you beg… this time,” he smirked at me and kissed the tip of my nose. “I’m not going to fuck you though.”

“But-”

“I’m going to make love to you,” he told me sincerely and my heart stuttered.

He then gripped me tighter and then we were moving through the shadows. We landed in Azriel’s bedroom in his private apartment. He knelt on the bed with me still wrapped around him before lowering slightly to lay me back on the soft mattress.

He leant down and kissed me softly, gripping one of my breasts and massaging it with one hand and reaching down to my core with the other. When he felt just how wet I actually was I heard and felt his breath hitch slightly.

“I thought I’d have to prepare you a little to make it hurt a little less, but clearly you were enjoying yourself on my thigh, sweetheart,” he chuckled darkly. “You’re soaking.”

I blushed bright red and squirmed under him as I watched him bring those fingers he had slid through my slick up to suck them into his mouth.

“If it becomes too much, you have to tell me, okay?” he forced my attention back to his eyes.

“I promise,” I assured him. I then watched with wide eyes as he tore his underwear off to reveal his cock. I had seen it before. I had sucked it before. But this was different now.

He leant down again to kiss me gently while he slowly slid inside of me. I had only ever seen his cock before so I had nothing to compare it to, but I just knew that he had to be on the larger side. The pain was there, but it was nothing compared to what would have been if he hadn’t spent the last month fucking me with his fingers.

He finally slid all the way in and I broke the kiss, needing some air. I winced slightly when he pulled back slightly, only to push back in.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Azriel murmured into my ear and my body lit up at his praise. “So, so well.”

“Faster,” I gasped. “I’m okay.”

I heard a low growl come out of Azriel’s throat and he started thrusting at a slightly faster pace.

“I love you,” he moaned in my ear. “You’re beautiful.”

“I love you,” I moaned back to him.

He continued his thrusting and I could feel him holding back still, but that would fix in time. We had hundreds of years together.

I could feel that feeling in my gut again now and I started to writhe against Azriel in hopes to get to my orgasm more quickly.

“Azriel,” I moaned loudly. “I’m so close… please, Az, please.”

“I’m with you,” he groaned. “Hanna… Cauldron, I’m close.”

He reached in between our bodies to rub harshly at my clit and within seconds I was over the edge.

“I’m cumming!” I exclaimed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I clutched at his shoulder with one hand and the hair at the back of neck with the other.

“Hanna!” he moaned loudly as he came inside of me, spurting his hot seed inside my pussy.

My eyes became droopy, feeling the after effects of my orgasm. My limbs felt like they weighed tons as Azriel disentangled himself from my body, kissing me softly before he walked to the washroom.

He returned with a towel to wipe my core clean and I flushed at the intimate act. He discarded it in the washroom before returning to the bed and pulling me to him, spooning me from behind.

“Was that okay?” I asked softly, suddenly getting self conscious.

“What?” he asked me, confused. He rolled me onto my back and leaned over me again.

“Well, I’ve never done that before and I know you’re probably used to more experienced lovers…” I trailed off, embarrassed even more now.

“Hanna,” he said softly, turning my head towards his. “This was the best night of my entire existence. You’re my mate and I love you… that trumps any other lover I’ve had. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.”

“But-”

“But nothing, sweetheart,” he interrupted me. “Being the first to do these kinds of things to you… it makes me so happy. If you had done any of this with anyone else, my instincts would have driven me mad by now… I’m the only one that has seen you come undone like that and that fact turns me on greatly.”

“You’re the only one I’ll ever come undone around,” I smiled at him. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he smiled and shifted me to spoon again. “Forever.”

#asks #acotar #acotar series #acotar imagine #acotar x oc #acotar x reader #azriel #azriel imagine #azriel x oc #azriel x you #acotar headcanon

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jadespeedster17 · 2 years

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A Wrong Turn Into Webs

Warning: Threats of violence, of death, and of pain. Emmet is also going to horny jail, like the rest of you.

POV: Second (You/Your)

Notes: This was mentioned by @peachsodama on her page, so yeah... this is rather short, might continue it later.

Summary: Unplanned turns and stops are nothing for Emmet. He knows this city like the back of his hand! Just your normal human heading home, taking detours due to construction work... running into a spider hybrid who is very hot. As for your part, why do you always get the stupid ones?

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To say you were annoyed was an understatement. Glaring at the humans currently trapped in your large web staring back at you. You took a deep breath, one of your arms pinching the bridge of your nose. “How in the actual fuck did you manage this?” you finally ask the human in white. He was smiling at you, “Well you see, that is an interesting story!” he said cheerfully, you glared at that moving over to him to get him out of your web.

He gave his name, Emmet, through his yammering about how he was heading home and there was work being done on the sidewalk, so he decided to head back here for a detour, as he knew this ally looped around to the other side.

“How you a death wish?” you asked him blankly with a annoyed look, he just smiled back. “Some areas back here are territories to hybrids who eat humans, you moron.” You scowled having to cut away at your beautiful work that you used to catch would be criminals. Emmet didn’t seem to mind watching you work as your four arms pushed away at the sticky webbing that had shocked him to stillness. “Well i suppose I got lucky.” he said to you.

You hissed at that, “Because of you I have to do this work again if I’m to catch the man who uses this area to dump his bodies!” You snapped at him, many eyes glaring at him, Emmet looked at your face, but rather than getting scared like most would, he seemed in awe.

A groan escaped your mouth at his staring, “Will you stop gawking?” You asked him bluntly working down on the legs to free them.

“My apologies.” he said his face turning slightly red, “But... you are quiet beautiful... a Galvantula Hybrid?” He asked you softly now, you could feel his eyes on your face. Looking at the several eyes you had.

Bristling slightly you nodded, “Yes, spider, please don’t scream it’s annoying.” you tell him as now all that was left was his back area and making sure he didn’t hit the ground face first... even though you were tempted to do that. Emmet laughed at that, “No need to scream, you aren’t killing me, so that’s always a positive in my book.” he said cheekily.

“I don’t even think you’d taste good with how sweet your voice is.” You deadpanned to him, instead of looking hurt he just laughed. Would it be wrong to just tie him up and leave him here till morning? Telling your boss that the territory you set up was compromised? “Nah, that would be my brother, I like more sour things myself.” Emmet told you as you carefully caught him before he fell off.

Setting him on the ground you crossed your arms over your stomach and chest and glared. “Right, now get out of my territory human.” you tell him, trying to shoo him along, you had work to do, and not giving into the instinct to just shut him up with a web shot to the mouth.

“I thank you for helping me dear spider, any tips for getting this out of my clothing?” He asked looking at you fully now. You took a breath, “Just wash it in warm water by itself, the webbing should come off from there... Now leave.” you said again.

Emmet however didn’t seem to keen on that, “Wait, can I ask some questions first?” he asked curiously, “I’ve never met a hybrid like you and I’m verrrry curious.”

You turned to him sharply, “Do you want me to bite you and inject venom so you’ll be quiet?” you asked him, flashing your long fangs, hoping that’d scare him off.

Instead Emmet looked at your fangs in awe, “Please do.” He breathed out, before blushing as he said that out loud! You stared at him that a bit taken aback by that statement. A pause lingered before you two, as you looked at him, “Are you not afraid of me?” you now asked him. Since he got here you had threatened him and reminded him your kind eat people... but none of that scared him at all, if anything it intrigued this idiotic man wearing all white.

Shaking his head, Emmet beamed again, trying to hide the lingering blush, “Not at all, I actually breed Joltiks, I’m not scared of bugs at all.” he told you, you stared at him at this, humming faintly to this new info.

“You are...” you stared many eyes narrowing at him, “an unusual human, Emmet.” You admit to him, as Emmet smiled still, his eyes soft as he took in your form still... almost loving and adoring from what you could tell. You held back a blush as he stared, not many looked at you like that.

Taking a breath and looking around, your target wouldn’t be here tonight, not will all the racket made... But, Emmet did say he knows this place well, maybe he could help you... and maybe you could answer some questions for him. “Well... I guess I could answer you questions as I fix my web, but you have to answer some of mine in return.” You told him as Emmet looked giddy near bouncing on his feet.

And you’ll admit... it was kind of cute. Almost as cute as he looked when you found him trapped in your web.

#hybrid reader #pokemon hybrid au #galvantula hybrid reader #human emmet #subway master emmet #submas #oneshot #tw threats #tw mild kinky

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magnoliabutters · 2 years

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• I’LL ALWAYS BE HERE •

pairing: eddie munson x steve harrington (pov)

request: from anonymous; i am getting a little over reading stories where eddie is the cheater. if you have any availability to write a story about his girlfriend’s infidelity. eddie and his oc character have a seemingly wonderful and physical relationship, so this quite blindsides eddie. he then has to choose between making the relationship work, or walking away forever.

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; painful levels of comforttttt for eddie, sad baby eddie, mentions of dwugs and infidelity, confusing thoughts between friends, etc.

word count: ~2k

note: i love this idea! haven’t written anything like it before so please be gentle <3 took some creative initiative here so i’m very nervous c:

When Eddie gave you the call, you had absolutely no idea what to expect. He sounded a bit troubled. He had that quiver to his voice that you only heard once before. When you found him in his old dealer's boat shed. Back when he had that broken bottle against your throat. Funny how close you both have become since that night.

He called and asked, "Hey Harrington, can I come over?" Your mind went straight to concern. Eddie doesn’t ask to come over. He typically calls to let you know he’s having a smoke out in his trailer. Him coming over, plus the quiver to his voice, leaves you in a fit of panic. Of course, you never had to worry about anyone coming over seeing as your family is always out on some “vacation.” You hope that he is okay, but your entire body is confidently telling you he isn’t.

A knock at the door. You brush a hand through your hair. Nerves getting the best of you. “Hey man,” you say as you open the door. There he stood. His hair more disheveled than his usual. You have never seen his eyes more brown. You swear you see ember flakes in them. A reddish pink floods the parts of his eyes that should be white. The tip of his nose particularly pink as well. He’s been crying, you think to yourself.

Without saying a word, you step back and gesture for him to come inside. Eddie shoots you a small smile with a nod as he walks into your living room. He takes a seat on your couch. You follow him on the other end, providing him with space. You intertwine your hands together as you wait for him to say his first word. Something was definitely wrong and you do not want to rush him through this. You rarely get the chance to actually feel your emotions. If Eddie decided yours was a safe place to express those feelings, you sure as shit do not want to rush him.

“It’s Emily,” he mutters as he rubs his face. You slowly look up to see a small tear race down his cheek. He rubs his face once again. “Is she okay?” you ask in a low tone. Involuntarily, your eyebrows pull together as you are concerned for her safety. Unfortunately, you both are privy to life and death situations. “She’s fine. She’s more than fine,” he replies with a scoff.

You remain quiet, knowing that any questions about that statement would be for you and at no benefit to him. Eddie laughs with a shake of his head. “I’ve been holding on to this for a couple days,” he pauses. “I caught her with someone,” he whispers. Despite all the alarm bells going off in your head, you focus all your power into not showing any expression. You are just here to listen and only respond when he would like you to. “She fucking cheated on me, man,” he says with a crack to his voice.

“Eddie, I-” you start. He brushes his hand through his hair. His curly bangs fall back onto his forehead. You watch as his face scrunches together. This muscles continuing to shift between expressing sadness and anger. “I don’t even understand,” he mumbles. “How can I be here for you right now?” you ask, bringing your eyes back to your hands.

Eddie stops, confused by your question. Slowly raising your eyes to his, you note the tips of his eyebrows furrowing together. His eyes innocent and beautiful. His lips parting ever so slightly as his confusion grows. “What do you mean, Steve?” he asks.

He never calls you “Steve.” Just the way he says it leaves shivers throughout your spine. With a clearing of your throat, you rephrase, “Would you like me to listen or help you find a solution?” Eddie scoffs, his light laughter fills the air. A smirk appears on his right cheek. “I appreciate that,” he shares. “I think I want you to listen and tell me what you think. Don’t hold anything back. Harsh truth.”

You nod. “You’re sure?” you ask cautiously. Eddie nods as he rest back into the cushion. He curls into himself. “I caught Emily with another dude. I walked into our trailer and there was some shitty song blasting. And then there he was - fucking her on our bed,” his eyes focus on a point on your carpet. He strains them to force them not to tear. It is abundantly clear that he cares deeply for this girl.

“What did you do?” you ask. Your eyes drop to his knuckles, to his rings. Are they bloody? Bruised? “I really thought I was going to see red. I could see myself choking that dude out. Acting like my dad, but I didn’t. I just made sure she saw me before I walked out,” he mumbles, sulking deeper within the couch.

You nod as you shift your sit to look at him head on. “She was so embarrassed and shocked. You know, the first thing she said to me was ‘you were supposed to be practicing with the band,’” Eddie shares as his lips pull, disgusted. He stands up, ready for his monologue. “Then she started the water works. Telling me that she was depressed after she lost Max and how she was making all these bad decisions. Well, you know who else lost Max? Me!” he yells to the empty space. He shakes his head as he crouches down in the middle of your bland living room set.

You slowly approach him, sitting cross legged beside him on the floor. You gently place a hand upon his shoulder, feeling the rough leathered texture at your fingertips. “She was begging me, begging me to forgive her,” he says. His hands gesturing in front of him, trying to grasp onto some kind of reality. “Did you guys talk about Max?” you ask without making eye contact. “It wasn’t really talking as it was her listening. I was fucked up, you know I was fucked up. I know you were too,” he mutters as he nods your way. “But she... As far as I could tell, she was perfectly fine. She never skipped a beat. Always smiling, being the beautiful, silly girl I always love. When she did have a hard time, I held her while she cried - like I always do, but she never said anything about Max.”

Eddie drags his palms across his face. His face showing confusion. Pain. You bite your lip as you feel all his frustrated energy fill the room. Every part of your body felt disgusted with the thought of Emily. You would have never expected this from her. Their relationship seemed absolutely perfect. Nothing could tear them a part. Just the other day, the two of them excused themselves from a party to go do god knows what. You could remember their giggles and smirks as they snuck out the door, hand in hand. You never saw this coming. It sounds like he didn’t see it either.

“I don’t know what to do, Harrington. Without a doubt, I was sure she was the love of my life. I was seeing stars and shit anytime I caught a glimpse of her. I wouldn’t need to ever worry about being alone anymore,” Eddie says as he finally lands on his bottom. He extends his legs out as he rests his weight back on the palms of his hands. “Now, I’m not so sure. Could the love of my life really do something like this to me?” he asks, turning his head towards you. His eyes still red. The chocolate in his eyes ever so clear. He wanted an answer. His bottom lip slightly trembling.

You sigh as you raise your eyes towards him. “Do you think this is something you can forgive? Genuinely forgive and leave in the past to never think of again,” you ask. Eddie’s jaw immediately clenches in response. Eyes swiftly move away from you. His body language pulls from you. You quickly fear that you upset him. Never would you wish to cause him harm. He was one of your closest friends. Your fellow soldier in war. Someone you trusted deeply. And then there are those confusing feelings about your friendship that you never dare admit. “I’m sorry,” you quickly add.

Eddie shakes his head as he gives you a forced smile. “No, you don’t have to apologize,” he whispers. With a gulp, he looks back over to you. “That’s a really hard question.” You nod as you push your hand through your hair. “I know,” you mumble under your breath. “I don’t think so,” he says but abruptly stops as though something was caught in his throat. He reaches for his throat as tears roll down his cheeks. He looks like he is struggling to breathe. Your hand quickly places between his shoulder blades. You lean over in concern. Your face tauntingly close to his.

Eddie smiles as he comfortingly places a hand upon your back as well. “I’m okay,” he assures. “Just really hard to get that out.” You smile with a sigh, pulling your hand from him. He keeps his upon your back. “I’m happy to hear it,” you add. He nods furiously as he pulls his mouth from one side to the other. “I don’t think I would ever trust her again. And it’s not because she cheated. It’s because of what she said - that she thought I was with Corroded Coffin,” he passionately shares. “That was the first thing from her mouth. She planned to be with him when she knew I would be gone. And then, she apologized.”

Nodding, you share, “Yeah, the timeline is a little fucked.” Eddie scoffs, “Right?!” He pats your back as he finally pulls his palm back. Your body immediately sorrowed as you long for his touch. “Thank you, Steve,” he expresses as he chews on his bottom lip. Once you are able to gain his eyeliner, you reply, “Of course. I’ll always be here for you, Eddie.” A smile appears on his face. The first genuine smile all night.

In an effort to quickly move from expressing any other emotions, you change the subject. “I’m more than happy to keep talking about this, but if you want... we could also have a couple beers. I also got some Famous Amos and brought home those new Harrison Ford movies from the shop,” you share with excitement. You are not ready for him to leave. Eddie laughs, “What’re they called? Jones?” “Yeah! Indiana Jones or something like that. I don’t know. I haven’t seen ‘em yet,” you respond with a chuckle. “I haven’t seen ‘em either,” he says with a smile. “Let’s start with those beers.”

You smile as you quickly stand from the floor. Your excitement leads you towards the kitchen. “If you want, we could totally ring up Henderson. I don’t know why or how, but when I have a shit day that little dude just brightens it up,” you add. Eddie stands and follows you. Another genuine smile appears on his face. The redness from his eyes and nose slowly lessening. You reach into the your cabinet to get two bags of cookies. “I know exactly what you’re talking about,” he laughs as he shakes his head. He leans back onto the counter, resting upon his hands. You grab hold of the fridge door to collect your drinks.“But no, I’m good. I rather it just be us if that’s alright,” he says nonchalantly.

You smile, a full-toothed grin, as you open the fridge, knowing that only your carton of milk will know. You grab your beers as you stand up “Sounds good to me,” you reply as you walk with him towards the living room once again. You hope to fill it with happiness, because Eddie Munson deserves nothing less.

note: hope it was the right amount of emo eddie

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ladyelissarose · 2 years

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Warnings: mentions of past traumatic events, panic attacks, lots of angst in this one, things just fall apart sometimes.

”The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked”

Chp.26

Batman’s POV

After hearing the news from Gordon it crushed Batman’s heart to know that they had come to a decision to ‘bury her’ and completely make her dead to the city. With Gordon’s words running through his mind it began to make him think that she was actually dead, that him bringing her back to life was all just a dream in his head,

‘Why does it sound like it’s true.. like if she’s actually dead and not around.. did I save her? Wait.. no my mind is playing tricks on me I know I saved her.. and she’s safe.. yeah, she has to be, but she was so cold, blue, limp in my arms... oh God.’

He had held some hope that there would be a chance to get Maroni’s business down forever, but now there was no way as it seemed. All he wanted to do was go and make sure his haunting thoughts weren’t true, he wanted to crawl into Y/n’s arms and relish in her comfort, he had to remind himself that she wasn’t dead or drowned at the bottom of the river, that night still terrified him sometimes. So once he left the signal he planned to go with Y/n instead of home, the night was almost over anyways, and Y/b/n should be safe at the Manor by now. So he sent Alfred a quick message stating that he’d be at the safe house soon, so that for him to stay with Y/b/n at the Manor through the night.

Alfred’s POV

Upon receiving the message time hit ‘2:37’ as Alfred checked his ticking watch, sighing he contemplated with Saunders,

“I think we have to call it a night.. Bruce just gave me a heads up that he’s coming to check up on her right now-“

“You see that’s the thing I don’t understand Al, why doesn’t he just stay the entire night? What does he do during that time when he’s not here?”

“Don’t ask me... Master Bruce is always doing his own things that I don’t get into.. all I know is his schedule. And she needs to be here before he arrives, and I need to go to the Manor to make sure it’s in tact while he’s gone.”

“Very well Al, let me let this kid know,”

Turning on the mic Saunders called out to Y/n,

“Hey kid it’s time to clock out, it’s almost 3 and your boyfriend will be here soon. Tomorrow you can try again,”

He could hear Y/n sighing frustratedly as she said,

‘This dumbass didn’t even show up.. I wonder why.. everyone else was here. But yeah, I’m definitely coming back tomorrow. Or until he shows up, all the guys there seemed pretty desperate as they awaited his arrival which never came, I think they’re planning something big, but they said they would only talk it through until Mackenzie showed up.’

“Damn it, all those guys usually have something big planned out, who’s knows what’s up with that crackhead, just come home please, take a taxi and get dropped off at least a couple of blocks away remember?”

‘Yeah I remember Uncle, I’m already heading out the door.’

“Good, I’ll see you soon.”

Y/n’s POV

Y/n could feel the wad of cash she was carrying in her bag from the tips she got, but she refused to keep any of the money, so turning the corner of the building she saw a homeless man going through the trash for food,

‘He could use some cash.’

“Sir? Here,take this.”

Looking up at her with fear that she was probably a burglar or something he tried to cower away, but when he saw her gleaming eyes and soft smile with the cash in her hands, he approached her slowly as he heard Y/n explain,

“Get yourself something to eat yeah? Have a good night.”

Without saying a word he took the money and stuffed it in his jacket and sent her a curt nod of appreciation, she smiled at him one more time before calling out of the taxi that was passing by.

Getting into the taxi Y/n made her way home in a few minutes, after tipping the taxi she got off of it and waited for it to leave before she made a beeline to the safe house on her heels.

Alfred’s POV

Alfred was standing by the door waiting for Y/n to come closer, he then opened the door for her and let her in,

“Get in the shower immediately you smell like that place.”

“Right.”

But before she could run he grabbed her wrist,

“Wait but before you go, where did you leave the money you got?”

“I gave it to a homeless person, I didn’t keep any of it.”

‘Oh... that’s better than what I thought.’

Showing his proudness for her good deed Alfred said,

“That’s very good, I’m sure he needed it, listen put everything in its place and put some cream on that back of yours dear, please.”

“I will Alfred, I’m still disappointed that I got nothing-“

Saunders entered the conversation as he put forth,

“Y/n/n it took your father and I a long while to get as close as we got, just take it a day at a time and get used to your surroundings as you go too. You did well

though, I promise. At least you know something is up, now go do what Alfred told you to do,”

“Of course,”

Giving Alfred an embrace she bid him goodbye,

“See you later Alfred, thank you again, Goodnight.”

“Goodnight dear,”

Y/n’s POV

After 20 minutes Y/n heard a door open from the outside of her restroom who’s door was slightly opened, she stood outside of her shower drying off,

‘That must be Bruce.. at least I put everything away first before getting in.. if not that’d be a disaster.’

“baby?”

Hearing Bruce’s soft little voice call out to her made Y/n’s heart swoon,

“I’m in the restroom baby, I’m coming out of the shower-“

Peering his head through the half closed door Bruce pouted,

“I was hoping you’d wait for me.. I didn’t take one-“

‘Aw my sweet baby...’

“Well come in, I haven’t gotten dressed yet, I can shower again with you.”

Opening the door wide to let himself in he closed it and began to undress,

“thanks baby... why aren’t you asleep and showering at 3 anyways?”

“Just couldn’t sleep and felt like taking one, I didn’t think you were coming tonight.”

“I wasn’t but I changed my mind, I wanted to see you.”

Seeing his eyes drop more than usual made Y/n see something that was bothering him, placing his face in her palms she asked him sweetly,

“Are you ok?”

“Hmm hmm.. let’s get in.”

As they led each other into the shower that was when Bruce saw the large bruise on Y/n’s back, he spun her to face him as he questioned with worry,

“Y/n what happened to your back, this looks fresh?”

‘Oh shit.. forgot about that.’

“I fell earlier today on the stairs, and my back landed on the steps, but I’ll be ok-“

“Are you sure, it looks.. bad.”

“I’ll be fine baby, believe me, and I promise to be more careful.”

Y/n batted her eyes at him hoping her story was believable, which it was when he didn’t push it any further,

“Ok... come on.”

Once in Y/n turned the bar up to start letting out the warm water. Bruce wrapped his arms around Y/n while resting his cheek against her temple. Letting the water run over them Y/n began to relax and relished the feeling of his bare wet skin against hers.

Y/n then asked,

“Do you want me to wash your hair now or not yet?”

Bruce moves his head and let his eyes connect with hers as he shook his head no, he kept his gaze on Y/n pretty steadily as if trying to convince himself that she was actually there with him, and soon his baby blues began to water, she could tell as his eyes turned red quickly and his lip quivered,

‘oh no baby don’t cry..’

“oh honey don’t cry, what’s the matter?”

Refusing to talk he pulled her in for a deep harsh kiss, his breathing grew rapid as his hands touched her all over, trying to convince himself even more that she was real under his hands, that she was really warm and not blue and cold, that the water that was covering them was warm and in her home and not the freezing water at the river, that the purpose of his lips on hers weren’t for CPR or to help her back to life but because he was demonstrating his love through a kiss. The sounds he made during the kiss could’ve been mistaken for soft groans but Y/n identified them as crying whimpers that were leaving his lips. Y/n immediately caught on to what was going on, as she heard him grow more desperate trying to catch his breath,

‘he’s having a panic attack!’

Separating herself from him she grabbed his face and made him face her to pay attention,

“Talk to me baby what’s going on?”

Shaking his head no he grabbed her hips and tried to pull her flush against him, as he choked on air trying to compose his haunting thoughts, but she stood her ground and called for him,

“Bruce, baby, breathe, I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. Ok? Look at me, I’m alive and with you-“

“No, they said you’re dead and gone a-and that they’re having your funeral.”

“Bruce-“

“They’ve made it official with the feds Y-Y/n, you can’t come back-“

“Thats not true and it doesn’t matter-“

“But I watched you die-“

“And you watched me come back to life Bruce... I’m alive, I’m not at the river, we’re not there right now, give me your hands.”

Shaking tremendously Bruce gave his hands to Y/n and she placed them on her bare chest, right over her beating heart.

“Baby, can you feel that?”

“yeah.. yeah I can.”

“Ok... and what does that tell you?”

“t-that.. that you’re ok?”

“yes baby, I’m ok.. I’m ok.”

Bruce’s POV

‘She’s ok.. she’s breathing.. this isn’t a dream it’s real. Y/n’s real, the warm water is real.. just cause she’s dead to the city it doesn’t mean that she’s really dead, she’s safe in my arms.. and alive. Ok Bruce.. it’s ok.. breathe..’

“ok.. I think I’m ok now.. I’m sorry-“

“Bruce never be sorry, that’s what I’m here for, to catch you and remind you that we’re going to be ok, no matter what’s going on outside these walls ok?”

“ok.. thank you.”

Bending down to catch her in a softer kiss Bruce could feel her wrap her arms around his neck as she smiled through the kiss. Breaking the kiss Y/n pecked his nose and began to wash him down completely, from head to toe, whispering sweet nothings in his ear or on every fading bruise she passed by while cleaning him thoroughly.

Y/n’s POV

Sense she had already showered she wasn’t going to do her own, so soon they were wrapped in warm soft towels standing in Y/n’s bedroom as she searched through her drawers to pull out Bruce’s boxers, she was going to give them each jumpers for the night but Bruce protested with his small voice,

“Can we just sleep like this.. l-like- like”

‘He needs sense of touch.’

“Do you want me in just my panties and you in your boxers?”

Shaking his head shyly he signaled yes, his cheeks burned a light pink shade at the thought of how sensitive he was being. For Gods sake he was Vengeance and the freaking Batman, as well as the Prince of Gotham, someone who was unapproachable and insensitive as hell according to outsiders, but here with Y/n, he was melting and dying to be on her skin and feel her warm breath touch his skin, making him feel loved and safe to be just himself, which only she could do that.

Tangling their legs together under the covers Bruce was facing Y/n as they laid on their sides, but putting Bruce in his favorite place, Y/n made sure to rest his head on her bare chest, so that her calm beating heart could lure him to sleep.

He had wrapped his arms tightly around Y/n pulling her impossibly close, but soon as his body drifted to sleep, Y/n could feel his arms loosen slightly, until his body went limp and soft snores began to come out of his pretty lips.

Y/b/n’s POV

He had just gotten out of the shower and walked downstairs when Alfred came into appearance greeting him,

“Jason.”

“You can call me Y/b/n... I mean either is fine.”

“Alright then Y/b/n, how was your first night with Bruce?”

Sitting down at the kitchen table accepting the bowl of fruit Alfred had prepared for him Y/b/n answered,

“It went alright, he asked me to look around within the outskirts of Gotham... he said he’s looking for lost information?”

Alfred adjusted his glasses as he sat there confused,

“What information? Did he tell you specifically?”

“He actually did, he said it’s was something about our father, for the case he was working on. But we came out dry we couldn’t find anything anywhere.”

“Hm... maybe in the morning I’ll speak with him and help you two out.”

“Sounds productive, thanks.”

“Of course,”

Alfred’s POV

After finishing his fruit Alfred and Y/b/n walked together up the stairs into their rooms, but that’s when Y/b/n noticed the opened door leading to a room that looked different, it caught his attention.

“Um, Alfred?”

“Yes Y/b/n.”

Pointing to the room as he walked to it he asked,

“You all have guests? Or did I miss something?”

‘Oh that’s Danny’s room.. oh should I tell him-‘

“Looks like a kids room.. what is this Alfred?”

Turning to look at him directly Alfred said honestly,

“Bruce and Y/n are planning to adopt Danny.”

Alfred watched Y/b/n’s jaw drop with a hint of hurt in his eyes, lowering his gaze to the floor Y/b/n said,

“You all were just going to replace me huh?”

‘Oh no, never.’

Placing his hand on Y/b/n’s shoulder Alfred corrected,

“Y/b/n we could never replace you-“

“Then why are you guys planning on bringing Danny in? Was it because you thought I died and needed to fill the gap?”

“No Y/b/n, your sister saw that Danny needed a home, and she knew he would stay with her, only because he knew her the most, they’ve had a connection sense the beginning-“

“Danny already had a home at the shelter, she didn’t need to bring him in.”

“It’s called mercy Y/b/n.”

Looking up at Alfred as he dropped his hand off his shoulder Y/b/n said coldly,

“I knew I was right, I could never be accepted again, for the new me-“

“Y/b/n stop-“

“No Alfred! She wants to adopt him because it reminds her of innocence, happiness, a new, fresh beginning, if I ever come back into the picture it will only bring back bad memories and pain, because that’s all I ever caused. I can’t be here if you’re planning on keeping him-“

Alfred stood firmly as he spoke,

“Y/b/n you are more than welcome to stay, we promised we could help you-“

“I don’t want your help, I’m a lost cause and it’s clear to me that you all have moved on, or are working to move on, when I still can’t. I’m still stuck in the daze of wanting to kill the people that have hurt me-“

By this point rage grew in Y/b/n’s eyes as he began to step closer to Alfred huffing his anger out through his words as he continued,

“They broke me more than anything in this world, they took away my life and who I was. Beating me and drilling into my head that I was nothing and a whole other person, a monster-“

Alfred had begun to take small steps back as Y/b/n got closer and closer,

“Alfred I don’t fit here. I’ve tried to, you know be different, change a little, but its all too soon, I’m not finished yet. I’m not a hero or a anything like that, I’m a murderer, I’m broken and lost, all I crave to do is ruin the lives of every single person that ruined mine. Trying to become better isn’t going to change anything, what’s happened happened, and there’s no going back. I know you love me and want to help me, but I don’t need your help, because I don’t deserve it-“

Finally coming face to face with him Alfred could see the forming tears of anger in Y/b/n’s eyes as he lastly said,

“Goodbye Alfred.”

He took off his watch and comms and began to walk down the stairs, Alfred ran to the top of the stairs attempting to go after him, but Y/b/n stopped him as he was midway down,

“Don’t Alfred.. it’s over. I only wouldn’t be hurting Y/n or you and Bruce more, but it’d hurt Danny to know that I’m alive and what I’ve become, I can’t let him see me like this. He looked up to me because he saw that I was good, and I’m not good anymore.”

And with that Y/b/n left through the front door with the promise of never returning. Leaving Alfred at the verge of tears. Alfred thought Y/b/n would be happy, thinking maybe it would help him out with composing himself again, but instead he took it the wrong way.

‘Now what are we going to do... he’s gone, and might go back to his old ways.. we never replaced him.. we just wanted the family to grow, we wanted to give Danny a home. When is this all going to be better.. will it ever get better?’

RedHood’s POV

Walking away from the Manor RedHood put on his mask as anger and sadness raged and boiled his blood, he slightly felt bad for Alfred, he knew that Alfred had good intentions, but his mind and heart went against his sister once again,

‘Of course she would replace me...she can’t lie to me. I’ll never be her son again, or ‘their’ son, why ‘their’ son though? Is Bruce marrying her? That doesn’t matter anymore, all I know is that I really fucking hate myself.. I just wish it was all gone or that it had never happened, but they are really going to see what kind of person they made out of me.. who’s the real Jason Todd, the RedHood..just watch.’

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spideyzgirl · 2 years

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↳ *the bookworm 🐛* ༉‧₊˚✧

summary ↠ you’ve been on the waiting list to check out your favorite book for months. coincidentally, a certain hot - but painfully annoying - stranger strolls in with the book, and you make it your mission to get your hands on it.

warnings ↠ swearing, strangers to lovers?

pairing ↠ tom holland x reader

wc ↠ 1.1k

taglist | masterlist

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you sighed in frustration as you heard your least favorite words. “i’m sorry, but someone still has this book checked out.” the librarian stated.

you’d been on the waitlist to read your favorite book for months now, and you were getting extremely impatient. it was last book of the entire series and like the bookworm you were, you were yearning to know what was happening next.

you walked over to a bookshelf to find something to read at home while you waited. “excuse me,” someone spoke. “can you grab that book for me?”

you turned to look at them, being completely thrown off by how attractive he was. he had honey brown eyes, and messy but soft looking brown curls and the cutest smile on his lips.

“uh, sure.” you gave him the book, and he thanked you politely. as he turned to walk away, you caught sight of a familiar book cover and you gasped quietly when you realized he had the book you’ve been waiting entirely too long for.

“you’re the one with ‘The Strike of Ceres’?” you spoke a little above a whisper, successfully gaining his attention.

“oh, yeah. are you interested in checking it out? it’s a really good book-“

“am i interested?” you scoffed. “i’ve been interested in checking it out for five months. what are you doing, just letting it collect dust?” you complained, placing your hands on your hips.

“no, sorry. i’m just a pretty busy guy and i have more things to do than sit around and wait five months for some stranger to return a book.” he snapped at you, eyeing you up and down.

you smile sarcastically, and look down at his library card in his other hand, rolling your eyes at how typical his name was.

“well i’ll have you know tom, i actually-“ the librarian shushes you and gives you a stern look, causing tom to laugh teasingly at you.

“you know,” he starts again. “i was actually here to return the book today. but i think i’ll renew it, i feel like i might want to read it again.” he shakes the book in your face, taunting you.

you gasp and narrow your eyes at him. “you better not. i swear i’ll-“ the librarian shushes you again, and shakes her head.

tom fakes a pout and sighs. “you’re right, i won’t do that. it’d be so evil of me. i mean, you’ve been waiting months to read this book. months. i might as well just spoil the book for you so you don’t have to wait any longer.” he shrugs.

your eyes widened at his threat. how could someone so good looking be so evil and annoying? any politeness he was using with you earlier was long gone. he clearly wanted a war with you.

“you wouldn’t dare.” you shook your head at him.

“oh but i would. every plot twist, every major conflict, every. little. detail.” he smirks evilly.

“no! i would rather die than hear a spoiler. please don’t.” you pleaded.

“are you sure? i think you’ll be surprised when you find out that alexander finds-“

without thinking, you slapped your hand over his mouth before he could continue. “not another word. just give me the book.”

he pushed your hand off of his mouth and decides to take his teasing up a notch. “oh, this book? the one in my hand?” he lifts it up high out of your reach and shakes it around. “you’re gonna have to reach it first, darling.”

you huff in annoyance, and you tried grabbing it out of his hand. “you’re so immature! just give me the damn book!”

you stood on the tips of your toes, but you were still unable to reach it. you started jumping up now, persistent on getting this book from this cocky asshole, who happened to be very attractive.

“you insufferable little-“ you jumped a little too high and ended up pushing him over. he grabbed on to you for support, but he pulled you down with him, the both of you landing with a grunt.

your faces were way too close, you could feel the breath from his nose hitting your face. you started to worry when you noticed the look on his face. he looked like he was in a lot of pain.

“are- are you okay?”

“your knee, it’s crushing the life out of my balls.” he winced.

“oh! i’m so sorry!” you shuffled off of him, and smiled nervously at all of the judgmental looks you received from people.

“hey!” the librarian whisper shouted, storming over to the two of you. “you two need to leave right now!” you both got up and walked out quickly, equally embarrassed about what just happened.

you stormed off towards the direction of your car, fuming at the fact that you embarrassed yourself terribly today, and you’d probably be waiting even longer for him to get done with the book.

tom lingered in front of his car as he watched you storm off, feeling a little guilty pissing you off and embarrassing you.

“hey, wait!” he called after you, jogging to catch up to you.

you turn around, starting to get seriously annoyed by him. he just wouldn’t give up. “what now?” you sighed.

“here,” he holds out the book to you. “you can have it. i’m sorry about that whole thing.” he smiles apologetically.

“no, i’ll just wait. it wouldn’t make sense to take it anyway when it’s under your name. thanks anyway, i guess.” you shrug and you start to walk off again.

“hold on.” you stop again, and watch as he takes a pen from his back pocket and takes your wrist in his hand, scribbling something on it.

“you just carry a pen with you everywhere?” you laugh softly.

“actually i uh, i just had this idea. text me when you’re done with the book and i’ll swing by to get it from you. and maybe… you’ll let me take you to see the movie version of it?”

you raised your eyebrows in shock at his offer. his change of heart completely took you for surprise. “hm… you know what? i’d like that a lot.” you smiled at him for the first time today. “thank you for the book.”

“yeah, of course. i’ll see you soon then. can’t wait to talk about how much better the movie is than the book.” he grinned, knowing it’d probably piss you off.

you watched him walk back to his car, hugging the book to your chest with a smile, but immediately frowned once you realized the monstrosity that just came from his mouth.

“wait!” you shouted. “you meant to say the book is better than the movie… right?”

“nope!” he shouted back.

“why would you even say that? you’re so-“

“hey!” the librarian came bursting out the doors, shouting at you again. “i can still hear you yelling. get off the block lady!”

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sugawaraxo · 4 years

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COCKWARMING THE PRETTY SETTERS

warnings: definitely smut

characters: tooru oikawa, tobio kageyama, kenma kozume, koshi sugawara

a/n: i’m taking request btw :) my inbox is open. also, this is kinda long so grab your popcorn haha

oikawa

- oikawa is obsessed with you whether he wants to admit it or not

- which is wild because no one would’ve expected him to ever be more obsessed with anyone other than himself

- but here you are

- and he LOVES being around you

- just being in your presence makes him all giddy and smiley

- though he does try to compose himself whenever you guys are around his teammates but usually fails

- he’s not obsessed in a weird or creepy way, but just enough for you to know that he’s all about you and only you

- and you love it

- and of course oikawa’s obsession with you rings no surprise that he’s obsessed with being inside you

- as long as he’s close to his pretty y/n, he’s happy

the two of you had just finished a long and strenuous two rounds of sex and were more than ready for bed. but when oikawa got out of bed to get towels for the two of you to clean up with, you felt extremely empty. you were exhausted, that’s for sure. but a big part of you just wanted him filling you up again, even if nothing else happened. you pout, knowing that your attentive boyfriend would notice when he came back, which he did.

“hm, what’s wrong pretty girl?” he asks softly as he starts to gently clean his mess off of your stomach with a warm towel.

“i want you inside of me again.” you say in an almost whisper, a little embarrassed by the words that just left your mouth and he laughs lightly.

“you’re so cute.” he says as he tucks a piece of hair away from your face and gives you a kiss. “but i’m so tired.” he finishes, then plops down on the bed beside you, big spooning you.

“no, we don’t have to have sex again, i’m exhausted too. i just want you inside me.” you say shyly. you feel his dick twitch behind you and can’t help but smile a little, knowing you’re about to get what you want.

“oh, like cockwarming?” oikawa asks and you nod in response. “hm, ok. yeah, we can do that.” he smiles before kissing your forehead. he was already big spooning you so he was in the perfect position to just slip it in. he pulls down his shorts just enough so that his member could spring free, then pulls the panties that you were wearing under one of his shirts down just enough for him to have access to what he needed. he teases your folds with his tip a little bit, causing you to tense up. then he slowly pushes himself inside you, it not being too difficult with you still being wet from earlier. the two of you moan in unison, both sensitive from your previous interactions. once he’s fully in, he stays there and wraps his arm around your waist as he plants a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“does that feel good? is that ok?” he asks before pressing more soft kisses on your shoulder and your neck.

“it’s perfect.” you coo and he pulls you a little closer with the arm he had slung over your waist.

“goodnight princess.”

“goodnight oikawa.”

- you definitely have morning sex when you wake up

kageyama

- let’s be real here, he really doesn’t know what any kinks are

- he just learns what he likes and what he doesn’t like from you and waits for you to tell him if it’s a kink or not

- you end up having to tell him that basically anything sexual can be a kink after he keeps asking you “is that a kink?” every time you two do something new in bed

- you find his lack of knowledge on the subject adorable though, even though you constantly tease him about it

- he honestly just goes with the flow and follows your lead in terms of sexual things

- not that he’s the submissive one, you just know more about sex so sometimes you have to give him extra guidance

- he doesn’t mind it though, he wouldn’t wanna learn it from anyone else but you

- and you just so happened to teach him his new favorite kink

you two are making out on kageyama’s bed. it starts off innocent at first but slowly progresses into a messier and more heated kiss. you’re on top of him, tugging on his hair while he grips onto your hips. you begin slowly grinding against him causing him to moan softly into your mouth. his sounds were always so pretty and always instantly made your core pulse. you continue grinding on kageyama, giving both yourself and him pleasure. but it isn’t enough. in one swift motion he flips you over so now he’s the one on top. without detaching his lips from yours, he pulls his member out of his pants and lifts up the skirt you’re wearing then slowly pulls down your underwear, revealing your wet core.

“pretty.” he mumbles before licking a teasingly slow and soft stripe up your folds. you moan at the sensation and shut your eyes in pleasure. he continues to please you with his tongue before inserting two fingers into you. it hurts a bit more than usual but you shrug it off because the pleasure outweighs the pain. he continues with this for a few minutes more before he can’t take it anymore and positions himself at your entrance. he slowly begins pushing himself in, but as soon as he’s all the way in, you yelp in pain.

“ow ow ow! stop!” you groan, and kageyama does as told.

“what’s wrong? s-should i take it out?” he asks, concern laced in his voice.

“no no, keep it in just let me adjust to it.” you say. the day before, you and kageyama had some hardcore sex. you had unintentionally somewhat intentionally made him jealous so that he would punish you, and oh that he did. but your poor pussy was suffering the consequences.

“ok princess, i won’t move. just let me know when you’re ready.” he says softly and you smile at his sweetness. he starts kissing you again, this time more deep and passionate as opposed to the sloppy, heated kiss that got you here in the first place. you were slowly beginning to relax around your boyfriend while he was losing his mind trying not to bust inside of you. something about not moving but still being inside you, feeling you around him. the anticipation. it’s driving him crazy.

“oh no, i’m gonna cum.” he says shyly as he pulls away from the kiss and accidentally cums inside of you. he hides his face in the crook of your neck in embarrasment and you just giggle at him, as that isn’t the first time that’s happened.

“is, is that a kink? not doing anything, just being inside you? because i think i have that kink.” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“it is actually, it’s called cockwarming.” you say as you gently stroke his hair, trying to relax your still clearly embarrassed boyfriend.

“hm, well can we never do cockwarming again, that was embarrassing.” he sighs before finally removing his head from the crook of your neck and looking at you.

“i don’t think it was embarrassing baby, i thought it was cute. but if you don’t wanna do it again we don’t have to.” you reassure him and he blushes at your compliment.

“maybe we can do it again sometime then, but for now it’s time to get you cleaned up.” he says before picking you up over his shoulder and taking you to the bathroom.

kenma

- anyone who knows kenma knows that he is always preoccupied with video games

- whenever he’s playing, it’s fairly difficult to get his attention

- as his girlfriend, you’ve somewhat learned to accept this, even though you would like more attention from your boyfriend

- but you take what you can get, knowing that’s just how kenma is and you wouldn’t ever wanna change him

- but sometimes you get needy

- really needy

- and kenma isn’t always the best at reading that

- so you take it upon yourself to get the kind of attention you’re craving from your boyfriend

kenma doesn’t really get flustered too often. but when he does, oh anyone in a ten mile radius can tell. the first time you saw him really get flustered was when he gave you his hoodie while you were out on a date. it had gotten colder than you expected so he gave you his jacket to keep you warm, and as soon as you put it on, the boy went red. he couldn’t even form coherent sentences at first and you thought it was the most hilariously adorable thing ever. ever since that day, you’ve worn his clothes whenever you wanted his attention; hoodies, sweatshirts, t-shirts, you name it. today is one of those days. kenma has been gaming all day in some sort of tournament and you’re beginning to get frustrated because of how badly you’re craving his touch, so you pull out the big guns. you put on one of his favorite hoodies, one that you’ve never worn before, and head into his gaming room. he’s sitting is his gaming chair deep in concentration, shooting at someone and talking to who you assume is kuroo on his headset. he doesn’t even notice you at first until you come sit in his lap, your legs resting on either side of his as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“hi kitten.” he whispers away from his mic before placing a gentle kiss on your lips and you hum in response. you played with the hair at the nape of his neck for a little bit before your overwhelming feeling of neediness comes back. you lift your head from kenma’s shoulder, now somewhat blocking his view of his computer screen.

‘i want to feel you inside me’ you mouth to him. he hadn’t even realized what you were wearing until right then, and his cheeks blush bright red. he places a finger under your chin and uses it to pull you in for a kiss. “go for it.” he whispers to you as he pulls away, reverting his attention back to his game that he had forgotten about for a quick second. you easily slip his member out of the sweats he’s wearing and give it a few strokes to get him hard. you were wearing absolutely nothing under his hoodie in hopes that this would be the outcome, and when he notices that as he glances from you back to his computer screen every so often, he mumbles

“dirty little kitten, this is exactly what you wanted hm?”

“mhmm” you respond and he smiles.

you continue what you’re doing and position kenma’s tip at your hole before slowly sinking down on it. your breath hitches at the feeling of being filled up, while kenma clenches his eyes shut and bites his lip in order to hold back his moans. once he’s fully inside you, you lay your head on his shoulder again and just stay there.

“hm, that’s it? you just wanna cockwarm me?” kenma asks curiously.

“mhmm. just wanted to feel you inside me, that’s it.” you say sleepily, slowly drifting as you shut your eyes.

kenma can’t help but smile, “you’re adorable.” he says before planting a kiss on your cheek. you smile a small smile in return before dozing off on kenma’s shoulder, him still buried deep inside you.

every so often you would move around in your sleep and kenma would have to bite his lip to hold back a moan so the friends he was playing with wouldn’t hear, but it was worth the risk because he loves just being this close to you, and you do too.

sugawara

- suga’s high sex drive really surprised you when you two first started dating

- his kinkiness surprised you too

- you thought he would always be very gentle and vanilla

- but you were very mistaken

- not that you’re complaining though

- he’s always open to trying new things

- so when you bring up the topic of cockwarming, he’s intrigued

“is that something you wanna try bunny?” he asks after you finish explaining to him what exactly cockwarming is.

“we don’t have to if you don’t want to, i just think it’d be interesting to try.” you shrug

“i agree.” he says, before leaning over to start kissing your neck. that’s your weak spot, so you take this as suga saying he wants to try right now. the two of you are currently on the couch, in the middle of watching a romcom but clearly that romcom has been forgotten as suga continues to make little love bites on your neck. you lift his chin to kiss him because you know if you don’t stop him now, he’ll cover your whole body in hickies. the kiss is soft, but passionate and you can feel yourself quite literally melting into it. somehow you end up straddling suga, still lost in the kiss. you suddenly notice a pair of familiar fingers making their way down to your most sensitive area. he teases you, rubbing his fingers over your pajama shorts, knowing you’re getting needy because of the way you’re starting to softly moan into his mouth. he takes this as a sign of you wanting more and breaks away from the kiss so he can take off your shorts and your underwear, with a little bit of help from you. once your bottom half is completely naked, he grins and begins kissing you again. the sensation of your bare core against suga’s sweatpants was teasing you, so you began moving your hips to get some friction. suga moans a little at your sudden movements and you can feel him getting harder. he pushes you up off of him slightly so that he can pull his sweats down, them ending up just hanging around his ankles. now both of your bottom halves are naked, and you’re staring at each other in anticipation.

“sit on it bunny.” suga instructs and you follow his orders, sitting down on his length and feeling every inch against your walls. that feeling when he first inserts into you will never get old.

“mm, suga.” you moan. he instinctively thrusts after hearing your pretty noises, completely forgetting what you guys were supposed to be trying.

“no, don’t move.” you laugh at him and he blushes apologetically.

“sorry, i couldn’t help it. you’re just so pretty.” he apologizes and you melt.

“it’s ok suga, you’re adorable.” you smile. “i’m gonna turn around now, but keep you inside me and we’ll finish the movie just like this, yeah?” you say.

“yeah.” he nods in agreement. without pulling suga out of you, you turn so that you’re no longer straddling him but sitting in his lap with your back facing towards him, your face now facing the tv. you guys finish the rest of the movie exactly like this, you sitting on suga’s lap with his member deep inside of you and suga occasionally thrusting up into you just to get your reaction.

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a-cupof-jo · 2 years

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[10:24 am]

#8 hospital au + #63 everybody knows/mistaken couple + Pediatrician!Johnny

warnings: implied chronic illness, language

As the words resonated around the room, you watched the woman in front of you. The sob that came from her was like a knife to the chest. Her husband wrapped his arms around her, trying to give her comfort while his own heart was breaking. They were lucky to have each other to lean on.

It never got easier to share the news with families. With only a few words from you, their entire world changed, shifted in ways that you couldn’t understand.

You clasped your hands together, trying to hide the tremor that was working its way to the surface, “I’ll let you guys have some time. The nurse will follow up with you in a few minutes, please let him know if you need anything from me.” Turning from the couple, you bit your lip to keep the tears that were brimming in your eyes. “Hey, Mark,” you greeted the young nurse who had been hired just a few months prior. “Give the couple in there 10.”

Mark knew more than anyone that diagnosis like those were hard on families. They hoped for the best but lived with the reality of the worst.

“Is it?”

You shook your head. The rates were unspeakable. To say those little words again would have you sitting over a bathroom toilet your entire lunch break.

“Just make sure that they have all of the information they need. If you need anything from me, let me know.”

His eyebrows pinched together slightly as he nodded, “Sure, but- um-” you watched as he shifted nervously on his feet, “Are you-”

“I’m fine,” you tried a smile. “Just a headache. Nothing some Tylenol”-and a long nap- “won't fix.” Departing with a pat on the shoulder and a tight grimace, you made your way to your office. If you got there and locked the door before anyone saw you then you could have your cry.

The door of your office didn’t budge as you jiggled the handle. “Please,” you attempted to open it again. “I just need you to work with me.” Locked. “Stupid piece of shit,” you gave the door a hard kick.

“Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but maybe don’t take it out on yourself,” Johnny Suh leaned against the wall next to you. “I mean. I don’t think you would like me to have to take a look at you, would you, Doctor L/n? I, of course, have no qualms.”

“Leave me alone, Doctor Suh,” your turned your face away. He couldn’t see you cry. If he saw just how vulnerable this part of your job made you, he would just use it against you.

His heat and warm scent enveloped you as he moved in closer, “Come now, Doctor. There’s nothing wrong with admitting that maybe your first judgment of me was wrong.”

You shook your head refusing to answer him. Just opening your mouth you knew that the frustration and anguish you were feeling would come pouring out. The door knob jerked again and you slammed a palm against the door.

“Y/n,” oh no, he was using your first name. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just,” you sniff. “This stupid door locked me out of my office again.” A tear fell down your cheek and you tried to wipe it away before he saw.

Johnny’s hand came up to rest on your arm, “Come on,” the light pressure of his hand guided you away from you door, “Don’t cry.”

Just like a man to not want you to show any emotion because it made him uncomfortable. Johnny is a doctor; he should be able to handle an array of strong emotions. So should you. You shouldn’t feel that much pain anymore. You should be able to disconnect from those emotions while you are at work.

“I don’t know what’s running through that beautiful head of you, but whatever it is, you’re wrong,” the door to a separate office swung open and Johnny quickly led you inside. “Here you go, sit.” His hands slid down your arms, guiding you to a plush couch. “Now you want to tell me what’s actually going on?”

You lip quivered as you tried to suppress a sob. Dark eyes caught yours as Johnny’s finger caught your chin, tipping it up so he could take in your face. A deep furrow pressed in between his eyebrows. His concern finally broke through your barrier. It didn’t matter that he may use it against you, you had to get it off your chest, “He’s one Johnny.” You raised a hand to cover your gasping breaths. “One. And I had to tell his parents that.”

“Shh, shh. It’s okay,” his arms reached for you and pulled you into his chest. “I understand.”

He would, wouldn’t he.

“I know that it hurts to give them that news.”

You shook your head, “I shouldn’t still be feeling this way. I have done this long enough that there should be a disconnect.” His shirt crinkled under the grip of your hands on his back. How was it that the one guy you were always trying to avoid was the one to comfort you then?

“I disagree,” his breath covered the top of your head. “Being able to empathize and sympathize with our patients makes us more humane. It makes the hard time seem less daunting and the good times even better. If we disconnect our patients don’t feel like they are being taken care of or like we just look at them like another lab experiment.” You sank further into him as he rubbed a hand up and down your back. His fingers made small circles across your spine every time your breath hitched and you had to wonder why he did that. “Every single one of your patients love you because you connect with them beyond just a diagnosis. You work yourself to the bone and then you put in more work to check up on families and kids that came in here months ago. Parents appreciate that and kids know that you are one of the safe adults. In this field there is nothing more important.”

“Thank you,” it was a soft whisper into the crook of his neck, but you knew he heard.

He hummed lightly, “They don’t understand how much it takes out of you. But I do. So today, I am your doctor.” Pulling away from you he brushed away the hair and tears that stuck to your cheeks. “As your doctor, I am prescribing you one nap and two Tylenol.”

“How much medical school did it take you to figure out how to make that diagnosis?” you blinked up at him as he pushed you to lay down on the couch.

Grabbing a small pill bottle from his counter he shook it lightly and grabbed a bottle of water, “I think it was my third year.” He smiled down at you, and though you would never admit it out loud, it was kind of nice. Johnny was a nice person to have as a friend.

“Really,” you tucked your hands under your head. “I think it was my second year.”

“I knew you were the smarter one,” he set down the bottles and stepped toward the door, “Though I think that was always obvious. I mean I can’t be the pretty and smart one, can I?” You laughed a long with him. Even through the ache in your head, it did make you feel better. Johnny really was a miracle doctor. “Get some rest, find me later.”

“Thanks, Johnny.”

“Anytime.” The door clicked shut behind him and with a smile on your face you drifted to sleep.

The sly smirk Mark gave you when you wander back to the nurses station an hour later dropped when Johnny wandered up and squeezed you shoulder, “Feeling better?”

“Yeah, thanks,” it wasn’t hard to give him a smile then. "I may have to invade your office more often."

He shrugged, “Feel free to use my couch anytime.” And he walked away from you. No, you didn’t look at his butt, you were looking at the piece of paper he had tucked into his back pocket.

Mark screeched in your ear and you turned to find him quickly typing in his phone, “What are you doing?”

He hid his phone behind his back, “Nothing.” Red colored his cheeks as you continued to stare at him. “Glad you're feeling better.”

He may have avoided your scrutiny then, but if the looks that nurses started throwing your way meant anything, he would be hearing from you again later.

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More Than a Routine | Viktor x Reader (Pt. 2)

Summary: You run a small coffee shop in Piltover. Maintaining your café was your only passion in life before habit turns into yearning.

Word count: 2,203 (Total)

Warnings: None :)

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Chapter 2: Passion

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The grinder whizzed enthusiastically as you prepared your coffee beans for the day, enjoying the light of dawn finding its way through the blinds. Before you could add a new canister to the machine, you were interrupted by the jingling of the door opening, the rapid sound of the hinges indicating that the visitor was in a hurry.

“I’m so sorry, but we’re not open yet- Oh, Viktor!”

He gave a weary smile, approaching the counter more cautiously than usual. “I should be the one apologizing, I just really wanted to see you as soon as I can.”

The lilting of his accent couldn’t help but make you exhale contentedly as you let the conversation pause for a moment to wipe the coffee bean residue from your already speckled apron.

“Don’t worry about it, the door is always open to you. The usual? Or would you like to try some of this, I got a new type of beans for the first time in months, they’re from Bilgewater and it’s said they grow underwater.” You smile inwardly, remembering what Jayce had told you about his companion being interested in your hobby simply to share in your company.

Viktor seemed to have read your mind, nervously coughing, “So, did you and Jayce happen to talk about anything... unexpected?” You raised an eyebrow to which he hurriedly responded, “I don’t mean to be intruding, he just seemed to be quite happy with himself upon returning .”

You debated on divulging the more intimate details of the conversation, before deciding on, “I learned a lot from him; he seems to be very concerned with your feelings and wellbeing.”

If Viktor wanted to be more personal, he’d have to make the move himself.

It was silent for a moment, the only sounds throughout the café the boiling of coffee and the emerging clamoring of the street.

“Well… I suppose there’s something I wanted to tell you as well.”

You perked up, your heart already jumping to your throat. A nod prompts him to continue, as you couldn’t find the words.

“Are those Bilgewater beans certified? I actually would like to try something new, but my body doesn’t adjust well to different environments and I know that Bilgewater isn’t exactly too careful with the quality of its imports and exports.”

Your heart drops back down, this time to your stomach. You could only stutter your answer, the beacon of hope Jayce had instated already diminishing. You couldn’t believe you had let yourself feel this strongly after only a day's worth of knowledge. “Yes, of course. You should know me and my creations well enough to know that I never risk the health of any of my customers.”

Viktor tips his head slightly to acknowledge your words, suddenly becoming unusually fidgety , very noticeable against his typical tranquility. He takes a shaky breath, the tremors matching the ones of your hands as you clutched them behind your back, trying not to show your anticipation of hearing what he was evidently trying to hide.

“No, sorry. I do trust you. With more than that actually,” he mutters. Your beacon glows again, faintly, internally urging him to continue. He quickly adds, “But I actually would like a drink made from them, it'd be a pleasure to be your first customer to experience them."

"Please, Viktor," you laugh, trying not to be distracted by the way that his golden eyes perfectly absorbed the morning rays, a blend of color better than any coffee you could even dream of. "You're my favorite customer, I couldn't think of anybody I'd like to have the privilege more."

Both your eyes widen collectively; your heart had spoke before your brain. You weren't sure who was more surprised by the boldness of your words.

"Speaking of which... There was something different that I wanted to tell you." He gulped audibly, the tension so palpable between the two of you, it was as if you were looking at each other through a wall. Yet, you had never felt closer to someone; the smell of roasting coffee embracing the two of you, coaxing from the tips of your tongues the same thoughts.

"Yes?" You tried your best not to stammer the solitary word, detangling your fingers and placing your hands on the counter to steady themselves.

Viktor's eyes flicked from the movement back to yours, him uncertainly taking your own hand in his, the action seemingly slightly subconscious. The touch was electrifying, but you couldn't help but be surprised.

"Oh- I'm sorry, I thought you were..." he nervously says, you suddenly understanding that he thought you had presented your hands deliberately. He begins to pull away, but you quickly weaved his fingers back into yours.

"Maybe tell me what you've been planning to, and I'll forgive you," you propose, giving a slight smile to show that you weren't seriously upset.

"Of course, right. Goodness, I've given countless presentations in front of the city council, but none have come even close to this." Viktor squeezed your hand, leaning closer, his warm breath fanning your lips. "I feel very strongly about you. I come here every day, but the first time was also because of you. I saw you through the window behind the counter, this magical counter. I tend to be very perceptive of people in order to guard against them, maybe too much so, but this time it was different. You were different, this place was different. There was just something about the way that you seemed to pour a little bit of yourself into those drinks, along with the cream and caffeine you're so knowledgeable of. Coming here isn't a routine for me, it's... a passion. The coffee you make for me may last me only the morning, but it sticks with me the entire day."

You exhale through your nose, your mind firing a mile a minute to process the almost unbelievable news he had given you. There was a moment of comfortable silence before you responded. "Me too. I didn't realize it until you were gone, but your presence in this shop is just as important to me as is my equipment; if I could serve you all throughout the day, I would."

The space between you closed a sliver once more, Viktor's nose now just slightly touching yours. Your eyes caught on his lips as he formed the words. "Then, I think it's safe to say..." You were sure he could hear your heart beating as rapidly as it was, just about ready to burst through your chest. "I love you." Then, almost as an afterthought, he adds, "Would you like to go out for a cup of coffee sometime?"

You couldn't help but laugh, the rapid spread of blush across his face confirming that his proposition was a mistake. "I'm so sorry, I was practicing confessing, and Jayce said to use that line but now I'm realizing it was a joke, that's very foolish of me-" You silence him by taking his chin in your hand, the sharp angle of it nesting perfectly between your fingers.

There's not even time to take another breath before your faces meet, his thins lips unexpectedly soft, all the contact between your bodies blending together, a distinct air left behind when the two of you separate, just as coffee left its own, the aftermath equally beautiful.

"I love you too. That's my hobby."

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myherowritings · 3 years

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PART 1. A VERY WELL-DESERVED TIP

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. my brief work as a barista is finally paying off. i suffered at sbux all to write this fic ✌︎('ω'✌︎ ) LMAOOO i frl had so much fun writing this and i’m very excited to share the next parts ;) i hope you enjoy this fic as much as i do!! xx sof

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You were not looking forward to your new work schedule for the next month.

The employee who usually came in for opening shifts at four in the morning gave her two weeks notice...two weeks ago. And since you had your availability open (you knew you should’ve blocked it off and said you had morning class), your manager asked you to fill her place.

The night before your first—of many—morning shifts, you tried tricking yourself into thinking it was a good idea. And it almost worked! Sort of.

You told yourself waking up early when the sun rose worked with your body’s natural circadian rhythm and this experience may adjust your sleep schedule for a healthier one in the long run. Better health and wellbeing and lower risks of cardiovascular disease. Or something. You weren’t too sure exactly; you never paid much attention in biology but it sounded like something you’d find in a textbook, right?

When you arrived on your first day, the morning shift was just as hectic and chaotic as you expected. People in business suits with name brand bluetooth earphones in their ears and the latest new smartphone in their hand filled the shop and waited for their online order. It was as if they wanted the least amount of social interaction possible, which would be fine if being able to make connections with customers wasn’t the most interesting part about being a barista.

Although the cafe you worked at was a small business who actually (tried) to pay their employees fairly and wasn’t a purely money hungry franchise like the certain green siren, it surprisingly had gained enough traction in the area to rival one of those cheap, chain stores.

Good for the business, bad for sleepy workers who could barely function in the mornings.

But you enjoyed working here and the owners were kind, so you did your best to shove away the tiredness and put a bright and cheery smile on your face. The customers were grumpier than you were used to, but who wouldn’t be a little ill-mannered having to go to work at 5 a.m. and probably not leaving until 6 p.m. or later because of bosses who overworked them? Trying to get them their morning coffee with an amiable attitude to start off their day right was something you were more than happy to do.

It was too bad barely any of them gave you the time of day. They just wanted to get their caffeine and leave with as little human interaction as possible. It was understandable, of course, but it wasn’t the lively cafe environment you were used to during later shifts. You sighed, hoping the atmosphere would be friendlier when it wasn’t a major rush hour.

“Hi! I can help the next person in line,” you called for the twentieth time this hour. When they moved forward towards the cash register, you gave them a smile. “Good morning. I hope your day has been going well!”

“It’s been okay, thank you. And yours?”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you almost sputtered over thin air. Someone who actually replied back to what you said and asked about you in return? Even if the intent was a courtesy conversation that was meant to be quick and brief, the sentiment was there—the upholding of the values of common courtesy and human decency. Something too many people seemed to lack.

“I’m good as well! A little tired but what’s to be expected a quarter ‘til 6 a.m.?” you said with a laugh. “Thank you for asking.”

The customer gave a small smile in return and you internally celebrated for finally seeing your first pleasant expression this morning. “Must be even more tiring dealing with all these people. Doesn’t seem easy. I have to commend you for it.”

He was a tall, handsome man with a pretty face, soft-looking hair, and genuinely nice? There was no way this was real; you had to be dreaming.

You twiddled with the pen in your hands, taken aback and mildly embarrassed by the praise. “Just doing my job,” you said with a bashful look. “Thank you, though.” You cleared your throat, not wanting to hold the line up for too long, even if the customer was one you would rather keep talking to than the others. “Now, what can I get started for you today?”

“Right. Can I get a flat white in the medium size?”

“Of course.” You typed in his order into the register before asking, “And is there anything else I can get for you? Like a pastry? Today we have some freshly baked cheese danishes that are really yummy if you’d like to try!”

He thought for a while before shrugging. You weren’t sure if it was your eyes playing tricks on you or he actually had an amused look on his face. “Sure, I’ll take a couple dozen of those as well.”

“A couple dozen—?” your voice faltered. The suggestion of a fresh pastry was one you made to almost every customer, though most turned it down on the spot.

The cafe had a little weekly competition between workers to see who could sell the most pastries in the week and the one who sold most got...well, a free pastry and bragging rights. Admittedly, it wasn’t much, but nothing revved up sales like friendly rivalries. An order of a couple dozen was sure to land you in the top spot this week! Still, you had to make sure he meant it. You’d feel bad if he was just spending all his hard-earned office work money because he was trying to be courteous. (Or at least, you assumed he was some office employee.)

You cautiously asked, “Are you sure?”

Either your eyes were playing tricks on you yet again, or the look of amusement on his face grew even more than before as he said, “I’m sure. One medium flat white and, say, three dozen boxes of cheese danishes, please.”

“C-Coming right up!” you said, quickly entering his order and celebrating your free end-of-the-week pastry in advance. “That will be $42.81. Would that be card or cash?”

“Card.” He pulled out a sleek, black card with gold detailings on it and you never knew you could be sexually attracted to a credit card until now.

“Perfect! Go ahead and swipe, insert, or scan your card now. In the meantime, can I get a name for your order please?”

He scanned his card over the machine before looking back up at you. “It’s To— Ah, Shouto.”

“Shouto?” you asked in confirmation. You assumed it wasn’t ‘Toahshouto’. That sounded too much like the abbreviation used to remember how to find sine, cosine, and tangent.

“Yeah. Shouto.”

You smiled. “Well, Shouto, your order will be ready in a few minutes. Please wait over to your right to pick it up!”

He nodded.

“It was nice meeting you!” you called, waving goodbye. “I hope you have a good rest of your day.”

“Thank you,” he glanced at your nametag, “Y/N.”

Oh, how nice it felt to be treated like a human by a customer and have them actually address your name— And not to say it in a condescending way either.

“Do individual baristas get to keep the tips here?”

You blinked, feeling your face warm up slightly. “We do, actually.” One of your favorite parts of the job, you had to admit.

“Glad to hear.” Shouto pulled out some crisp-looking bills from his wallet and placed one in your hand that said ‘100’ to you. “Thank you for your kind service, Y/N.”

“Wha—” Your eyes widened. You were expecting something along the line of three dollars. Maybe five at most. But a hundred? By the time you had processed what had happened he was walking away from the cash register. “Wait— Shouto...sir! I think you accidentally gave me the wrong amount.”

He shook his head, only briefly turning back to face you. “Nope. It’s for you,” he said simply. “I’m looking forward to the cheese danishes.”

His words left you stunned, but the next customer in line tapped their foot impatiently, signaling it was now time for you to take their order. You hoped the line died down before Shouto left the cafe so you could return the tip, but seeing as how the queue almost extended out the door, you had the sinking feeling that wouldn’t be a possibility.

“Hello, I can take the next customer in line!” you recited cheerfully, mind still occupied by thoughts of your last encounter.

The next few orders went along uneventfully (though you did manage to sell two more cheese danishes) and by the time Shouto got his coffee and pastry boxes, you still had a handful more customers to get through.

“Pardon me real quick,” you said apologetically to the woman in front of you. “Please give me one moment?”

She graced you with a nod and you thanked the stars above for an understanding patron.

“Wait— Excuse me, sir!” You waved in Shouto’s direction before he could exit the cafe. He glanced at you curiously but walked over. In a hushed voice, you said, “I really appreciate the tip, but there’s no way I could accept this much money from you!”

For the first time today, you say the hints of a frown on his face. “You cannot?”

“No! $100 is a lot! You already bought $40 worth of cheese danish pastries— Are you sure you meant to give that big of a tip?”

“Of course.” He took a sip of his coffee with a satisfied hum. “You getting up at such an early hour to take people’s orders with a kind attitude isn’t easy. Plus, trying to build rapport with each of them all while keeping the interacting swift is a difficult task itself. And it’s probably worth more than your current pay, the $100 tip, and then some.”

You blinked, stunned by his words. This man kept surprising you so many times in just one morning.

“I find it ridiculous how certain occupations are paid an ungodly amount more than others, especially when a lot of it comes from privileges you were born into.” Shouto seemed to mumble the last bit to himself, but you were still able to understand what he said. “It’s bullshit.” Before you could respond, he recollected himself. “Eat the rich, right? All that to say, please accept the tip. You deserve it. And I promise it’s of no detriment to me, so please don’t feel bad.”

Seeing the determined look on his face, you couldn’t help but stare at him before nodding. He didn’t say anything you didn’t already believe yourself, and if someone really wanted to give you $100, you weren’t going to fight them on it. Think of all the dumplings you could buy, you told yourself.

“T-Thank you then.” You gingerly placed the folded bill back into your pants pocket. “I think that was really insightful of you and I’m very grateful.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled before glancing towards the exit. “I’m running a bit late for work now, so I should be going. Have a good day, Y/N.”

“You too, Shouto. And… Thank you again!”

With a glowing expression on your face, you walked back to the cash register ready to face the day and talk to more lovely customers!

“Hey, little barista!” a gruff voice called from the line, snapping you out of your stupor. “Hurry it up already before you force me to complain to your manager.”

You internally sighed. You understood they were in a rush, but they still had no right to be that rude.

“Can you even hear me? Or are you too incompetent?”

Cue another internal sigh.

Yeah, okay. Maybe you did deserve this $100 tip.

Regardless of the rude customers that may have come in, at least you had your thoughts of a cute, kind businessman who went by the name of Shouto to get you through your shift. And you could only hope you’d be able to see him again.

a/n: the end of part one folks!! oh what i’d give to have gotten a tip like this when i worked as a barista BAHAHA only in my dreams. i hope you enjoyed this little intro part and are excited for what’s to come !! :3

what to expect in the next part:

~maybe~ y/n will see shouto again and,,perhaps,,get more tips from him idk who knows

old lady imparts some...helpful(?) advice

we briefly get to see shouto’s pov! ;D

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venomous--fics · 3 years

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@geekgirlofarchangels Requested: Hi! (I just wanted to say that I love your writing, it's amazing)😍

Can I request Eddie Brock x reader, who bake sweets for him, basically try to show her love for him in many ways in a day to day basis, and when she decides to tell him that she loves him, she sees him with Anne and misunderstand everything.

She panics, but ends fluff? Sorry for any mistakes English is not my first language

A/N: No worries!! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!! Day 6! So many more to go!

"I think I need better piping tips." You said, looking over to Eddie for some reassurance.

The man had a one track mind, and right now, the only thing he could think of was the cookies you had in the oven. He's been staring at it for the last five minutes.

"A watched pot never boils." You said, finally catching his attention.

"And watched cookies never bake." he retorted turning around to look at the cake you'd be decorating, "I think it looks nice."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

"You're not just being cute and nice, right?"

"What would I gain from lying? Name one thing."

"More sweets?"

"That is true, but I don't have to lie to get those."

You rolled your eyes with a smile as you moved the cake to the other counter so that way you had room for the cookies. Before you, Eddie wasn't really the type of guy to have a sweet tooth, but oh boy you sure did change that. You worked at a bakery, and you were still practicing your skills any chance you got.

Eddie was a good and somewhat unbiased judge. He never lied to you, but he was never mean about anything either. If something needed worked on, he'd tell you nicely.

"Why are you stressing so much about your decorating skills anyways? I think you're amazing at it."

"My boss really wants me to start helping out in the decorating area..I was just worried that I was totally going to suck." You set your piping bag off to the side and wiped off your hands, "I just want to make sure I can do everything perfectly."

"You got this. It'll be a breeze for you. I mean, c'mon, look at it. It's really good."

You took a moment to really admire your cake. Yeah, it was pretty good.

Eddie really was so nice and loving to you. He was nothing like any of the other people you'd chosen to spend your time with before. Eddie actually wanted to do things with you, and he was constantly dragging you along for new adventures, and actually paid attention to your wants and needs.

You really liked him. Well, if you were being honest, you were really hopelessly in love with him. And you wanted to tell him, and you were sure he felt the same, but you really wanted to make it special.

Should you write it in icing on a cookie? Or maybe he was a bit tired of cookies. Maybe he'd expect you to do that since you're a baker and all. Maybe you should just tell him. Face to face.

You both left for work, saying your goodbyes and sharing a kiss or two. You were going to tell him after work. It'd finally be a weight off your chest to finally say just how you felt.

Despite having a seemingly normal day, you began to feel a little puzzled towards lunch. Normally, somehow, someway, Eddie always found his way to your work. It was bizarre how your lunch breaks always lined up, but you were sure he did that on purpose.

He didn't show up today, so you spent your break alone. You'd texted him to have a good rest of the day at work, but he never texted back. Maybe he just got busy, you told yourself.

You managed to clock out and make your way home, and still no response from Eddie. He wasn't even home yet. It was 6:45. Normally, he's home way before you. You shrugged it off as a late day at the office as you changed out of your work clothes.

Eddie got home at about 7:15 pm, and didn't say much as to why that was. He was his normal cheery self. He doted on you as usual, and you two ate together. Every thing was fine, but it didn't feel fine.

Things continued on like that for a few days. You had this persistent nagging feeling that Eddie was hiding something, and it was getting in the way of talking to him. It was getting far too annoying to ignore.

Today, one of your rare days off, you decided to hell with it. You were going to make Eddie a nice dinner and just tell him. Maybe then the nagging feeling would go away. Maybe you were just nervous because this was a huge thing to say, especially to Eddie.

You were making your way downtown, to the store, to pick up a few ingredients for dinner. Your list was short, so this really shouldn't take too long. You walked passed a café that you and Eddie frequented, and your body froze just a few steps passed the big front window. The hell was that?

You must've been seeing things. Surely you hadn't seen what you thought you saw, right? Not wanting to be seen, just in case your eyes weren't tricking you, you turned your body a little. You couldn't believe it. There was was. Even if all you saw was the back of his head, you knew it was him solely because of who was sitting across from him at the little table.

"Anne?" you asked yourself quietly.

She looked like she was in good spirits today. Her smile was warm and inviting as always, and it looked like she was chuckling at something Eddie had just said. You couldn't look away.

Why would he do this to you? Are you really surprised? After all, he did love her first. Maybe he never really loved you to begin with.

You made your way back to the apartment to gather your thoughts. There was to be a rational explanation for this. They weren't doing anything bad, but, you did find yourself worrying because...Well, you know, it was Anne.

For the first time in years, you felt angry. How could he do that to you? You should just leave and just call him later and tell him that you're never coming back. You froze halfway to the door once you realized what had really happened. Eddie chose her. And you knew that time after time he'd do it again.

You felt stupid. You felt a few tears slip out and you tried to fight them off, but that only seemed to make it worse. The door opened, and the sound of keys hitting the counter caught your attention.

"Oh!" Eddie said, "You're home! Good, I have- Hey, are you okay?"

You just stared at him.

He walked over, attempting to comfort you, but you took a few steps back, causing him to freeze. He looked wounded.

"Did something happen?" he asked, lowering his hands.

"I don't know," You said bitterly, "Why don't you go ask Anne?"

"Anne?" Then it registered, "Oh! Oh, no, babe, that's-"

"I don't want to hear any excuses, Eddie! How could you do that to me? How could you string me along and then just backstab me like that."

"No!" He really wanted to hold you, but he knew he had to refrain, "No, no, no! It wasn't like that. I swear!"

"I can't even look at you." You rushed into the bedroom, slamming the door. "God! I'm so, so stupid!"

Eddie listened to your slightly muffled yelling for a minute or two before moving over to the door to open it.

"I shouldn't even be here anymore!" You shouted, throwing open the door, "I have to go."

You tried to move past Eddie, but as a reflex, he grabbed your arm, "Please don't do that."

You tugged and pulled, but you couldn't wiggle free. He wasn't holding too tight, and he wasn't hurting you. You just couldn't get free, "Let go of me!"

"I swear I'd never do that to you!" He pleaded, "Will you just let me explain?"

You stopped fighting and just stared helplessly ahead, "What is there to explain, huh? You don't love me like I love you, so there's nothing left to talk about."

"You love me?"

"Of course I do! But it's obvious that you don't love me! So, just, let go!"

"I love you too!" He said loudly.

It's like the whole world stopped in that moment as your head whipped around to look at him. He looked like his whole world was about to end. This wasn't how any of this was supposed to go down.

"I love you." he repeated, "I- I'm so sorry I didn't say it sooner. I..I got nervous so I, as stupid as it sounds, I went to Anne for advice."

Your whole body relaxed as you listened to him.

"I wasn't sure how to say it- Or, I guess, say it right." Eddie sighed a little, "I asked her what I should do. She was always better at this stuff. She gave me this bright idea of a movie and dinner...But it seems like that's all out the window now."

You realized your mistake, "Eddie, I'm sorry...I didn't want it to happen like this either. I had a plan too, and I guess I ruined it."

"I should've just told you. I was just scared you wouldn't feel the same."

"Wouldn't feel the same?" You wanted to sound offended at the thought, "Eddie, why do you think I do all these nice things for you? I wanted to tell you for ages, but I just couldn't."

Eddie let go of your arm, and pulled you into a hug. He hugged you like his life depended on it. You hugged back before sighing, "This really isn't how I wanted this to go."

"I know." he said, "Doesn't make it any less true, does it?"

You shook your head.

"I mean it. I really do love you. I just wanted to make sure I did everything right this time." He sounded disappointed with himself, "I guess I'm always going to screw some things up."

"That's okay." You reassured, "I don't know if you noticed, but I ruined this whole thing. Your plan, my plan. All of it."

"I wouldn't say ruined." Eddie pulled back to look at you, "I'd just say this was a little out of the ordinary."

"Do you still want to go out for dinner? Is that still in the cards?" You asked curiously.

"Of course. Why don't we just take a breather for a little bit."

#eddie brock x reader #eddie brock imagine #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #venom imagine #venom x reader

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jaehyunfirstlove · 3 years

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You decide you’re ready to have a baby. The catch? You’re not seeing anyone at the moment. Enter your best friend, Jeong Jaehyun. Will he be the answer to your dilemma?

Pairing: best friend!Jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: best friends to fwb to lovers, fluff, angst, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: mentions of infertility, pregnancy and childbirth, sperm donors, IVF (in vitro fertilization), fertility drugs, mood swings, fingering, unprotected sex, cum play, nipple play, breeding kink, oral sex (f.receiving), dirty talk, pregnant sex, rough sex

Word count: 10.6k

Taglist: @jaehyunnie77 @mrg-jjh @keeach (send me a message if you want to be tagged in future fics)

A/N: this was only meant to be a short fic but it morphed into this monstrosity. I tried to tag for everything but if I missed anything please let me know. Inspired by the fact that Jaehyun wanted to be a teen dad (but they are not teens in this story, just thought I’d make that clear :) Also please excuse my unimaginative name for the baby, I’m terrible at coming up with names lol

Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional so please excuse any inconsistencies.

“So what have you got planned for today?” your best friend, Jaehyun, asked you as he took a sip of his coffee, shielding his eyes from the sun’s rays coming through the window of the cafe.

It was your weekly Saturday brunch, at which Jaehyun would show up, nine times out of ten, hungover, wearing dark sunglasses, a baseball cap, a black t-shirt and sweats. There was never a deviation from this outfit, even on the times when he came not hungover.

“Oh not much, just an appointment at the fertility clinic this afternoon.”

Jaehyun paused, as you took a sip of your latte. You couldn’t see the look in his eyes through the sunglasses but his fork had stopped midway to his mouth. It hovered in the air, scrambled eggs sliding off of it and plopping onto the plate below.

“The where?” he asked, tipping his head to look at you above the top of his sunglasses.

“Fertility clinic. Looking into getting a sperm donor.”

The matter-of-fact way you were saying everything seemed to shock him, his fork still not moving towards his mouth or back onto the plate.

“Excuse me, a sperm donor?”

You put your coffee cup down, and sighed. “I don’t know why you’re so shocked, I told you before I wanted to have a baby.”

“I thought you were joking!”

“Well I wasn’t!” you don’t know why you were being so indignant, maybe because all you’d heard from everyone around you, from your parents to your doctor to the lady that sold you pretzels from a street cart, was negative. You shouldn’t have a baby without a partner, was the main point of contention, but how was that going to happen if you weren’t seeing anyone, and hadn’t had a serious relationship in almost a year.

“But a sperm donor, Y/N?” he asked, after mulling over what you just said.

“Yeah? What’s wrong with it?” you countered. You were so sick of everyone around you criticizing your plan.

“I don’t know, what if he’s like, a serial killer or something?”

“They do psychiatric assessments on everyone who donates.”

“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have an undiagnosed illness-”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Jaehyun!” you’d had it, letting out an exasperated huff, “Do you have a better idea? Do you want to be my sperm donor?”

You weren’t at all serious, you were just mainly upset and unfortunately, taking it out on him, but he actually sat back in his chair, eyebrows raised, as if he were contemplating it.

“Anyway, forget it. I don’t need your approval. I just hoped that you’d support me, of all people.” You couldn’t help but pout. He was your best friend and he’d stuck with you when no one else had. You may have said you didn’t need his approval but deep down you wanted him to be on your side.

He leaned forward, took his sunglasses off and looked you in the eye. “Of course I support you,” he said sincerely. “If this is what you want, then I’m with you one hundred percent of the way.”

You smiled, your heart feeling lighter, and just as you took a sip of your latte he said the one thing that would complicate your life forever.

“But I get to be that sperm donor.”

You spluttered, almost choking on your latte. “I wasn’t being at all serious, Jaehyun,” you chuckled nervously, but one look at his face and you could see he was being completely serious.

“I just don’t like the idea of some stranger being the father of your child,” he said quietly, looking down at his plate of food while he said it, “might as well be me, right?” He looked up at you hopefully.

You didn’t know what to say. This was your best friend, the one you’d grown up with, the one you’d catch tadpoles with, the one you’d drag to the playground with you, the one you told all your innermost secrets to. The one who knew you best. Didn’t it make sense then, that he would be the one to share this with you, in the end? You looked at his face; open, sincere, beautiful. You knew he was attractive, with the trail of broken hearts he’d leave in his wake, but you hadn’t really looked at him in that way before. Suddenly he was a new person to you, and now you didn’t know how to feel.

“Jaehyun, I-” you rubbed your hands together nervously, still unsure of what to say, “it’s a big thing, you know? This will change the rest of your life.”

He nodded, but there was no trace of hesitation in his actions. In fact, he looked as sure as anything. “Yeah that’s a given. But I’ve thought about it and I’m ready.”

“Jaehyun, you’ve literally thought about it for, like, the few minutes we’ve been sitting here.”

He smiled, “Actually I’ve thought about it for a long time.”

“About being a sperm donor?”

He laughed. “No, not specifically a sperm donor. But it’s a start,” he shrugged. “So what do I have to do?”

---

Jaehyun accompanied you to the appointment at the fertility clinic, where they outlined the plan and what was required of the two of you. It didn’t sound too bad, but you did find that having Jaehyun there to support you was really helpful. Every time the doctor explained something that made you nervous you would look over at him and he would smile confidently at you, sometimes squeezing your hand if you looked particularly concerned.

It was the fertility drugs they gave you, that threw your world into chaos. They had warned you of the side effects but you didn’t think it would be this bad. Your mood swung back and forth like a pendulum, one moment you were happy, the next you were crying into your cereal. You were irritable more than you had ever been in your life, and constantly snapped at every little thing. Not to mention that your breasts were sore and you had nausea, making you feel like you were pregnant already. You felt bad for Jaehyun when he was around for your mood swings and irritable moments, but he handled it much better than you thought he would. He’d give you your space when you needed it, but also sit by your side when you didn’t want to be alone. You found yourself thinking about how he would be as a father, but then you would remember that he was just the sperm donor.

One day, when he was sitting beside you on the couch, rubbing your back after you’d cried over your coffee order being wrong, you ended up asking him how much he wanted to be involved.

“We didn’t talk about the ‘after’,” you said, still sniffling. He stopped rubbing your back and looked at you.

“What do you want the ‘after’ to look like?” He asked, his tone level and gentle.

You had visions of Jaehyun rocking the baby to sleep, of Jaehyun seeing the baby walk for the first time, of Jaehyun teaching your child how to ride a bike, piano lessons, soccer games, first day of school. The perfect family. Except he wasn’t your husband, he wasn’t even your boyfriend. You didn’t know what to ask of him.

“I don’t know,” you whispered. He went back to rubbing your back.

“I’ll be as involved as you want me to be,” he said softly, “my only request is that I get to be a part of their life.”

That sounded fair, you thought. This was certainly going to be more complicated than getting a stranger as a sperm donor.

---

You went through several cycles of IVF, but none had been successful and you were losing hope. Not to mention the fertility drugs were really taking a toll on you, and the doctor had recommended taking a break. You were devastated, seeing it as the end of your dream, no matter how much the doctor reassured you that it wasn’t.

“There has to be another solution,” you pleaded at one appointment. Jaehyun hadn’t accompanied you and you felt yourself falling apart without his presence.

“Well, of course there’s the surefire way,” the doctor shrugged.

“What’s that? I’ll do anything!” you were hopeful once again at the doctor’s words.

“Regular sexual intercourse.”

Of course, you thought bitterly. You couldn’t help but think this was society punishing you for doing this without a husband. Undeterred, you resolved to discuss it with Jaehyun.

---

The look on Jaehyun’s face when you broached the subject was one you had never seen on him before. It was a mixture of shock, terror, resignation, and… something else, almost like acceptance, as if this were the natural course of things.

You resolved not to make it weird, it was just sex after all, and you would get a baby out of it, and that was the most important thing. However, your palms still got sweaty at the thought of it, your heart racing imagining him naked. You’d gone swimming with him plenty of times, went on beach outings often, and you realized you’d always avert your eyes from his bare chest. You figured you were just doing it to be polite, but you had no trouble looking at other men’s chests (you were only human, after all). You shook your head of your thoughts, while waiting patiently for him to agree or disagree to your request.

“I know it’s weird,” you began, when he still hadn’t said anything, “but I promise it won’t change anything in our relationship.” You needed him to agree, and at this point you would say anything to convince him. He looked at you thoughtfully, before he nodded.

“Okay, I’m in.”

---

You’d been keeping track of your cycle and had the days you were ovulating marked on your calendar, which you had shared with Jaehyun. It was agreed that he would come to your place after work, where you would have sex in the hopes of making a baby.

The first night you were nervous, pacing your room as you waited for him to come over. When the doorbell rang you literally jumped out of your skin. When you opened the door you were relieved to see that he was nervous too, although he tried his best to hide it. He joked around with you, trying to keep the mood light, and you had to admit you appreciated it. But when you got to the bedroom, you both went quiet. Jaehyun stood at one end of the room and you stood at the other, the bed looming between you.

“Do you want me to turn around while you get undressed?” he asked awkwardly, and you realized you hadn’t thought through the details.

“Um, yeah, sure,” you replied, and when he turned around you hastily undressed and jumped under the covers. “Done,” you advised, and he turned around. He didn’t make a move though, just looking at you pointedly, until you realized and turned your head away. Once he was done undressing you felt him lift the covers and get into the bed with you, and you couldn’t stop your heart from hammering in your chest.

“Y/N,” he said softly, because you still hadn’t turned back to him. “Can I touch you?”

You bit your lip, still not looking his way, and nodded. His touch made you jolt, even though his hand was warm, the electricity you felt made all your nerve endings feel like they were on fire.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his hand moving tentatively across your stomach. You nodded but you realized you were panting already, and he had barely touched you. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like,” he suddenly whispered in your ear, and then he was kissing your neck.

You weren’t prepared for the intimacy, you had really only thought about the intercourse part. You hadn’t prepared yourself for the kissing, and the touching, and how he was so good at making you feel good. You felt like you weren’t supposed to enjoy it, that it was supposed to be “just sex” because you were friends and you weren’t doing this because you loved each other, you were only doing it to have a baby. But the more he touched you, the more he kissed you, the more you fell under his spell. You felt like you should tell him to stop, to just get on with it, but you knew he was doing it to get you nice and wet and therefore more comfortable to take him.

His kisses started to move along your jaw, towards your lips, and when he was finally there, his lips on yours, you felt a panic bubble up in your chest. It was too intimate, too much for someone who wasn’t yours. You pulled away, and he looked at you in surprise.

“No kissing on the lips,” you managed to say, maybe that would be enough to keep it less intimate, you told yourself. He nodded without saying a word, his hand coming up to your breast.

“Is it okay if I touch you here?” he asked, his eyes on yours. You thought for a moment and decided it was okay, and when you nodded he cupped your breast tentatively, all the while watching you for your reaction. When you didn’t pull away he squeezed gently, rubbing your nipple with his thumb.

You pressed your lips together, trying to suppress a moan, because everything he was doing was making you feel so good. He kept watching your reaction, and when he was satisfied that you were reacting favorably he got bolder, his hand slipping down between your legs.

You yelped when he touched you there, your legs involuntarily closing and trapping his hand. He froze, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Sorry,” you apologized, flushing with embarrassment, “reflex reaction.”

“It’s okay,” he said softly, as you slowly opened up your legs again. He moved his hand slowly, gently, just rubbing the inside of your thigh. “You can relax, Y/N, I promise I won’t hurt you.” His words were soft, his tone gentle, and it did wonders to calm and soothe you.

You nodded, giving him the go-ahead, and he reached tentatively with his finger, just lightly touching your folds. The electricity you felt when he first touched you came back with a vengeance, and you almost melted right into the bed. Your reaction encouraged him though, and he pressed his finger further in, rubbing your wetness around. When he was satisfied with the state of your arousal he got into position between your legs, placing the tip of his cock at your entrance. He paused, looking you in the eye, gently stroking your cheek.

“Ready?” he asked gently, “I’ll go slow.”

You nodded vigorously, to be honest the anticipation was killing you and you were very much aroused, wanting him to just get on with it. When he pushed into you though, you realized you should really be careful what you wished for. The feeling of him stretching you was almost too much, every inch he pushed in agonizingly slow amplifying your arousal to a dizzying degree. By the time he was seated all the way inside you you were panting, almost out of breath already.

“Okay?” he asked, through gritted teeth. You could tell he was holding back for dear life, but he purposely went achingly slow to make sure you were comfortable.

“Yes,” you said, having adjusted to his size, “you can move now.” Your pussy clenched involuntarily around him and he hissed.

“Don’t do that, Y/N,” he groaned, “I won’t last.”

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly, and as if to get you back he snapped his hips, making you cry out.

“Fuck!” you screamed, and that definitely encouraged him, and he set a pace, fucking you into the mattress. You felt your toes curl, a familiar knot building in your stomach. Once again, you thought, you felt like you shouldn’t be enjoying it as much as you were, it was more important for him to come inside you. “Come on, baby, come for me,” you whispered in his ear, hoping the dirty talk would encourage him.

“Almost there,” he grunted, and as much as you tried not to enjoy it, the way he was drilling into you felt too good. You bit your lip and grasped at the sheets, trying to keep your orgasm down, but he took it as a sign that you were about to come. He reached between you and thumbed your clit, and at that moment your orgasm exploded out of you without warning. He groaned as you clenched around him, finally spilling his seed inside you. You were dizzy, mind hazy from your orgasm, but you were content at the feeling of his cum inside you. He started to pull out, then stopped.

“Oh,” he said, and you looked up at him to see why he was saying that.

“What is it?” you asked.

“It’s leaking out of you,” he pointed down between your legs. You panicked.

“Well you’re not supposed to pull out right away!” you wrung your hands frantically, “push it back in!”

He looked at you incredulously, before looking down at his already softening cock, realizing it was useless at that point. So he just used his fingers, gathering up the cum that had leaked down and pushing it back into your pussy. You bit your lip again, because the more he pushed in, the more aroused you became, surprised that you weren’t oversensitive at this point. He must’ve noticed your reaction because he didn’t stop, pushing in further and further, in and out, faster and faster, until you were coming again, pussy pulsing around his fingers.

You took a deep breath to regulate your breathing, while he pulled his fingers out of you and sat back.

“Are you okay?” he asked, when you still lay there, unmoving.

“Yes,” you responded, staring up at the ceiling.

“Well, I guess I’ll get going,” he said awkwardly, when you didn’t say anything else.

You nodded, still staring up at the ceiling. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll be here.” He dressed without saying anything more and left the room.

---

He came over again the next night, and you repeated the same awkward scene from the night before. This continued for a few cycles, with no success, and again you were losing hope.

“Maybe there’s something wrong with me,” you said dejectedly one day. Jaehyun looked over at you, concern etched on his face.

“The doctor said you were fine,” he replied, attempting to soothe you.

“Maybe there’s something wrong with you then,” you huffed, but Jaehyun just shook his head.

“Y/N, they put us through a bunch of tests and said we’re both fine,” he put a hand on your knee to reassure you.

“Then why isn’t it working?” you lamented, on the verge of tears.

“Do you want my opinion?” he asked hesitantly. You looked up at him in surprise.

“Yeah, of course,” you replied, curious as to what he had to say.

“Well, I’ve been reading those links the doctor sent, and it said stress is a big factor,” he stated carefully, “I think you just need to relax, and let it happen.”

You were floored. On the one hand you were touched that he had actually read the links the doctor had sent (you had been too impatient to bother), on the other hand, what exactly did he mean by ‘letting it happen’?

“Let’s do things differently next time, what do you think?” he had a twinkle in his eye that was starting to alarm you.

“What do you have in mind?” you asked suspiciously.

“You’ll see.” He smiled, much too widely for your liking.

---

The next time came around and you were more nervous than you were the first night, and if this was his idea of making it more relaxed he was already failing miserably. When he showed up at your door though, you almost didn’t recognize him.

Instead of a t-shirt and sweats, he was wearing a crisp white button-down and jeans that sat sexily on his hips. Instead of his hair flat and falling in his face he had it pulled back, with just a few strands falling over his forehead. He also smelled incredible, a musky scent that forever trapped you in his hold, and made you want him in every way he would let you.

He smiled at you, but not in the way a friend smiles at a friend, and when he leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek you almost passed out from the warmth of his lips and the intoxicating scent emanating from his skin. He walked past you to the bedroom, leaving you standing there with your mouth open and your underwear dampening.

When you finally collected yourself, you went upstairs to hear the bath running. You walked into the bathroom to see him drawing a bath, candles surrounding the tub, flower petals in the water, and the most luscious smelling bath bomb marinating in it.

“Jaehyun, what-”

“Shh,” he put a finger to your lips, and even that act was so sensual you had to squeeze your legs together, “let me take care of you.” He reached down and turned off the water. “Get undressed and get in the bath, and I’ll come back and help you get relaxed.” He left the room and you did what he said, calling him back in once you were in the bath and the cloudy bubbly water reached the tops of your breasts.

He had such a calm and serene look on his face that it almost threw you off, but then he was taking your puff and squeezing body wash on it.

“May I?” he asked, and when you nodded he gently took your arm and ran the puff along it. He did the same with the other arm, and that simple act, along with the warmth of the bath water, did wonders to soothe you. You felt like you were floating, with the calming scents of the bath bomb, and his gentle touch. He started to run the puff along your neck and you bent your head back and sighed. Soon enough he was dipping below the surface of the water, running the puff between your breasts, and you sighed even deeper as he got lower, past your stomach, and lower still. The puff was forgotten, and now it was just his hand, reaching down between your legs. It all felt so good, you spread your legs even wider, wanting more.

“How does it feel?” he whispered, so close to your ear you shuddered.

“So good,” you couldn’t help but moan, and then his hand was there, cupping your pussy.

“I want to make you feel good, Y/N,” he purred, his voice like honey, “will you let me make you feel good?”

“Yes,” the word came out on a long exhale, as he plunged a finger between your folds, and you couldn’t help but fall apart. He fingered you until you came, water splashing all around you as you writhed in pleasure. When you were done he picked you up out of the bath, not caring that his clothes were getting wet, and carried you to the bed. You couldn’t care that you were probably soaking the bed, because his lips were on your neck, hot and urgent, leaving marks that you’d have trouble concealing the next day.

You pulled at his shirt, wanting it off already, and he obliged, throwing the damp fabric to a corner of the room. You rubbed your hands all over his chest, feeling the firm muscle there, then down to his abs. He groaned against your neck when you undid his belt and slipped your hand over his hardened cock.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he hissed, when you wrapped your hand around it and pumped.

“Don’t come yet,” you whispered, taking your hand away, opting instead to pull the rest of his jeans and boxers off. You wrapped your legs around him, encouraging him to enter you, but he pulled back slightly.

“Slow down,” he breathed, and you could feel him smiling against your neck, “this isn’t a race, Y/N,” he continued kissing down the column of your neck, down to your chest, “relax, and let me make you feel good.”

You finally relented, relaxing as he’d ordered, letting yourself melt into the mattress as he sucked on your skin. Your body was on fire, both from the heat of the bath you just had as well as the way his lips were ruining you. When he got down to your lower stomach you realized where he was headed, and instead of fighting the pleasure you were feeling you simply gave in. As soon as his wet tongue collided with your wet folds you let go, moaning wantonly at the feeling. Every sound you made spurred him on, every jerk and jolt of your body gave him the impetus to push you to the height of pleasure, until you were yanking at his hair and convulsing around his tongue.

“That was fucking hot, Y/N,” he almost growled, wiping at his chin as he moved to hover above you, “I almost came.”

“Don’t,” you panted, trying to catch your breath, “you need to come inside me.”

“You want it? Want my cum inside you, fill you up,” his voice was deep, intense, a tone you’d never heard from him, and certainly words you’d never heard from him, but it certainly was doing the job and making you very aroused.

“Oh god,” you exclaimed, unaware that dirty talk was something you liked. Your previous boyfriends hadn’t been this filthy, but you found you loved it.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard, and you’re gonna take all of my cum,” he continued, voice raspy, breath hot in your ear, “I’m gonna knock you the fuck up, and watch your belly grow with my baby.”

“Jaehyun!” you cried out, losing yourself completely. You grabbed a hold of his neck and pulled him down, and for a split second you saw his eyes grow wide as you smashed your lips against his, your no-kissing rule forgotten. He kissed you with the same passion and intensity that he ate you out with, and you wondered why you had ever put that no-kissing rule into place if he could make you feel like that with his lips. You moaned when his tongue entered your mouth, just as he slid his cock inside you.

This time you didn’t hold back, allowing yourself to feel everything. The way his cock slid in and out of you, the way the tip kept hitting that spot so deep inside you. The way his tongue moved in your mouth, the way his hands rubbed up and down your body, sometimes squeezing your breasts and flicking your nipples. Your hands roamed over his back, feeling his muscles move, and when you felt your orgasm start to build you dragged your nails against his skin.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come,” he broke from the kiss to drop his head down to your chest, his thrusts getting harder but more erratic.

“Oh god, do it,” you panted, your orgasm about to burst out of you, “fill me up, baby, I want your cum so bad.”

That was enough to send him over the edge, and he pulled you flush against him as he came inside you, the particularly forceful thrusts triggering your own orgasm and making you clench around him. He let out a loud groan as you milked him, fingernails digging into his back.

When you were both done you held him against you, not wanting to let him go. He obliged, just holding you, his face tucked against your neck. You could feel his hot breath against your skin and that, along with his arms around you and his weight on top of you was all oddly comforting.

“I’m gonna pull out,” he finally said, when he had gone soft inside you. You sighed but nodded, and once he had pulled out you clamped your legs together, trying to keep as much of his cum inside you as you could.

He dressed quietly and you watched him, heart stuttering in your chest, your mind reeling. You had promised him that the sex wouldn’t change anything in your relationship, but you couldn’t believe how wrong you were. You wanted to reach for him, wanted him to stay, but you held back.

“Thanks for that,” you said quietly, and he turned to you and smiled.

“You’re welcome,” he said sincerely, “I’ll do anything for you,” and he brought his hand up and cupped your cheek, his eyes soft as he looked at you, “you’re my best friend.”

You smiled at him, but inside your heart was breaking. How could you ever think you could do this and keep your friendship as it was?

---

A few weeks later you were late, and although you tried not to get your hopes up you couldn’t help but think this was it. You waited to take the pregnancy test, wanting Jaehyun to be there no matter the outcome.

“What is it? What’s wrong? You said it’s an emergency.” He looked so concerned when he came over, and you almost felt bad for not saying what it was about right away.

“I’m late, Jaehyun,” you announced nervously.

“Where do you have to be?”

“No, I mean my period! I haven’t gotten my period yet!”

He paused, the pieces finally falling into place, and his face suddenly lit up. “Oh shit!” He covered his mouth with his hand as he looked at you with wide eyes.

“Come with me, I’m gonna take a pregnancy test.” You led him upstairs where he waited outside the bathroom door while you took the test. You placed the stick on the counter and opened the door to let him in.

“Well? What does it say?” he asked, rubbing his hands in anticipation.

“It’s gonna take a few minutes,” you answered nervously, “I can’t look, tell me what it says.” You turned away, so anxious you thought you would pass out.

“One line, so far,” he stated, and you tried to stay calm but your heart was beating out of your chest.

“Hold my hand,” you reached behind you and he took your hand in his, squeezing to comfort you. He was silent for a while, and you couldn’t take it anymore. “Well? What does it say now?”

“I see…” he started to say, and you so desperately wanted to turn around but you were too scared.

“What?! Just say it!”

He pulled you to him, turning you around and lifting the stick up to your eye level. “Two lines.”

You blinked a few times, wanting to make sure you were seeing it right, but every time you opened your eyes there were two solid lines. You were pregnant.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, both of your hands going up to cover your mouth. Jaehyun whooped in celebration, jumping up and down with glee. You saw the genuine happiness in his face and so many emotions ran through you that the only thing you could do was burst into tears.

“Aw, Y/N, don’t cry!” he laughed, gathering you into his arms, thinking you were just crying from happiness. But it was so much more complicated than that. You were getting what you wanted, a baby, but you hadn’t prepared yourself for all the complications of having a baby with your best friend, who you may have developed feelings for.

---

The first trimester was hell. You were throwing up every morning, and feeling nausea for the rest of the day. You had an aversion to most food, even hating the smell of certain things, like meat. The only things you could keep down were bread and noodles, and you wondered how the baby could grow when that was all that you ate. But at every appointment the doctor reassured you that the baby was doing well and developing at a good rate. Jaehyun insisted on going with you to your first ultrasound and as much as you wanted him to, you also dreaded it.

When the fuzzy form of your baby showed up on the screen for the first time you felt a surge of happiness overcome you, tears springing to your eyes at the sight of the tiny figure on the screen. You heard Jaehyun inhale sharply and turned to look at him. The awe in his face was so endearing it made the tears run down your cheeks, and seeing your reaction he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a hug.

“That’s our baby,” he whispered, his voice almost breaking, and you cried harder.

“Congratulations!” the technician said, patting you both on the shoulder. You felt like you should correct her, tell her that although the baby was technically yours and Jaehyun’s, you weren’t together and wouldn’t be raising the baby as such. But how do you explain that to a complete stranger? You looked over at Jaehyun, who was smiling from ear to ear, shaking the technician’s hand and making no move to explain the situation.

Later, as you were getting ready to leave the clinic, you saw the technician hand over a copy of the ultrasound picture to Jaehyun. He took it happily in his hands, as if it were the most precious thing in the world. As he walked towards you he slipped it into the plastic window spot in his wallet, where your drivers’ license should be, but his now housed a blurry black and white photo of your baby.

“Hey, wanna get something to eat to celebrate?” he asked, slinging an arm around you as you both left the clinic.

You shook your head. As much as you wanted to spend time with him, you found it hurt more than it helped. Once the baby was born you’d have to deal with him being around more often, so it was better to save up your strength for that.

“I’m actually really tired, I just want to go home and rest,” you answered without looking up at him, “besides, I’m still off most foods.”

“Oh, okay, makes sense.” He said, removing his arm from around your shoulder and stuffing his hands in his pockets. He didn’t sound upset or offended, but when you looked at him out of the corner of your eye you saw a flash of emotion cross his face, almost like hurt or disappointment. You felt bad, knowing you had been avoiding him, even giving up your weekly brunches, but you felt it was better this way.

“Listen, I’ll let you know when the next ultrasound is, okay? You can come with me again.” You wanted just to wipe the look of disappointment off his face, and luckily it worked.

“Yeah, that would be great! Thanks so much, Y/N,” he leaned down and hugged you, and it was the closest he’d been to you since the last time you’d had sex to make the baby. You held him close, committing the feel of him and the scent of him to memory, before you pulled away and walked towards your car.

---

If the first trimester had been hell, the second trimester was heaven. Miraculously the nausea disappeared, and you found yourself actually craving food. You felt more energized and less tired, and slept so much better. Your belly was starting to grow, and you actually had to start shopping for maternity clothes. Your mood was so much better, but what really came back with a vengeance was your libido. During the first trimester you couldn’t even think about sex, but now, it was all you could think about.

Usually your vibrator would do the trick, but there were always moments where you’d think about Jaehyun, think about how good he could make you feel. Sometimes just thinking about him fucking you was enough to get you off, but when you really thought about him, about the feeling of his cock parting your folds, or the feeling of his strong hips pounding into you, his face sweaty and his scent overpowering the air between you, nothing was better than the real thing.

Which is how you found yourself one night, holding your phone and dialing his number without hesitation.

“Hey, what’s up,” he answered, his voice sounding distant. You realized you hadn’t spoken to or seen him in weeks, and instantly you felt terrible.

“Um, actually nothing. I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“You didn’t wake me,” you could hear him shuffling around, like he had been lying down and started to sit up, “is something wrong, Y/N?”

He always saw right through you, you could hear the concern is his voice, and there was no turning back now.

“Could you come over? I think I need some… company.” You didn’t know if you could just ask for sex over the phone, and was it really only sex that you wanted? Or did you just want him there, with you.

“Yeah, yeah, sure, I can come over,” you heard more shuffling, like he was getting dressed, “are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’ll be better when you’re here.” You answered truthfully.

When he showed up at your door you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling him towards you and hugging him tightly. He didn’t protest, just held you and rubbed your back gently.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked softly against your hair.

“I miss you,” you admitted, voice muffled against his chest because you were too ashamed to look at him.

“I’m around, you know,” he chuckled, “you’re the one who cancelled our brunches.”

You pulled back and forced yourself to make eye contact with him. “No, Jaehyun, I miss you.” You touched his chest when you said it, giving him a look laden with meaning. He understood right away, his eyebrows rising slightly. You took him by the hand and pulled him inside, leading him upstairs and to your bedroom. He let himself be led, but once you were behind closed doors he suddenly took you into his arms and kissed you. The kiss wasn’t subtle, or gentle, it was intense and forceful, his intent surely to rile you up. It definitely worked, because you could feel wetness pooling in your panties as he stuck his tongue down your throat.

“You want my cock again,” he growled, breaking from the kiss to suck a line down your throat. You gasped at his aggressiveness, but you had to admit it really turned you on.

“Yes,” you breathed out, as he stripped you of your clothes and pushed you towards the bed. You fumbled at his clothes, trying to get them off but you found your limbs were weak from the way he was handling you. He took over, stripping off the rest of his clothes, his cock springing forward when he pulled his boxers down. You admired it for only a second before he turned you around, pushing you onto your hands and knees on the bed.

“You like my cock, don’t you, you like me fucking into your little pussy,” he spoke so low, his chest flush against your back so you could feel the reverberation of his voice.

You didn’t have a chance to answer, because he rammed his cock into you, a scream tearing from your throat as he went as deep as he could.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he started to pound into you. You weren’t sure how pregnant sex would feel, since so many things were changing in your body, but you weren’t prepared for what you got. It felt like your entire body was on fire, pleasure coursing through every part of you. He hit places inside you that you’d never felt before, and all of it was like nothing you’d ever experienced.

“Jae,” you panted, “Jae, oh my god!” your orgasm was coming on, super fast and beyond your control.

“You’re gonna come already, baby? Alright, come on, come all over my cock,” he reached down, and although it was a little awkward because of your belly, he managed to get to your clit and rub it with the pad of his thumb.

Your vision went white when your orgasm hit, your fingers and toes going numb as your pussy clenched around his cock. You could barely hold yourself up, your upper body falling to the bed as you convulsed around him. He kept going, fucking you through it, and when you stilled he pulled out and lay you on your back. He gave you a moment to catch your breath, before he entered you again. You cried out at the oversensitivity, but he went slowly, and soon enough you started to feel pleasure again.

“I can keep going,” he said, as he fucked into you at a slow but deliberate pace, “you want more, don’t you?”

You nodded vigorously, already feeling another orgasm building. He propped himself up then, and pounded into you, the bed shaking from his harsh thrusts. You gripped and pulled at the sheets, unable to contain the needy whines and moans coming up out of your mouth. You forced your eyes open to see him hovering over you, a look of intense concentration on his face, his brow sweaty, hair falling into his eyes. When he saw you looking at him his concentration faltered, and he bent his head down for a kiss. You were expecting a kiss to match the intensity with which he was fucking you, but instead it was soft, gentle, lingering. You felt something in it, something above and beyond what he was doing to you, something that carried you where you most wanted to be but didn’t dare go. The orgasm you had then was different, not just purely physical, not just filled with lust, but something more elevated, more emotional.

He broke the kiss to grunt loudly as he came, spilling more of his seed inside you. When he was done he pulled out, and sat at the edge of the bed.

“Y/N,” he said, and you don’t know why he sounded so defeated. You sat up, preparing yourself for what he was going to say.

“Jaehyun,” you reached for him but thought better of it, your hand dropping into your lap.

“I can’t keep doing this with you,” he said, his voice quiet but determined, “it’s fucking me up and I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Your heart sank. He was pulling out of your life, and it was all your fault for doing this to him. “I’m so sorry, Jaehyun.”

He got dressed hurriedly, without looking back at you, and before he opened the door to leave he turned back.

“You need to decide for yourself what you want me to be,” he still didn’t look at you, opting to look at the floor instead, “I’ll always be here for you, but I need to know where I stand.”

The door closing behind him echoed in the room, the absence of him already settling into your heart.

---

You went through the rest of the second trimester on your own, too ashamed and heartbroken to see Jaehyun, and too confused to sort out your feelings. He’d text you once in a while to ask you how you were doing, how you were feeling, but there was no talk beyond the pregnancy. He didn’t come to any more of your doctor’s appointments, nor did you ever invite him to any more in the first place. The third trimester hit even worse than the first, your belly was now so big it was almost uncomfortable to do anything, you now had constant heartburn, and you were going to the bathroom every ten minutes because of the weight on your bladder.

About a month before your due date, you were making dinner in the kitchen when you felt an uncomfortable tightening in your abdomen. You clutched your stomach, gripping the counter in alarm and wondering what you should do. The feeling came and went, but returned after a few minutes. Concerned, you called your doctor, who advised you to come in to the hospital just to get checked out. As you were getting ready you got a text from Jaehyun, asking how you were doing.

Jaehyun: hey just doing my check-in

JH: how is it going today

Me: well it’s probably nothing but

Me: just going to the hospital to get checked out

JH: wait what

JH: let me take you

Me: i should be ok

JH: Y/N pls let me take you

Me: ok

JH: thank you i’ll be right there

You sighed, wishing you had never told him and made him worry. Luckily you didn’t have to wait long since he lived nearby, and soon enough he was pulling up to your house. You didn’t bother to wait for him to come to the door, coming out as soon as you saw his car. You were locking the front door when the uncomfortable feeling came back, making you double over, clutching your stomach.

“Y/N!” you heard Jaehyun yell behind you, and soon enough his arms were cradling you as you crouched over. “What happened? What’s going on?”

His voice sounded frantic, terrified, and when you looked up in his eyes he looked so scared that it made your chest ache.

You smiled weakly, trying to placate him, “Don’t worry, it’s probably just false labor,” you patted him on the arm and soon enough the feeling went away. “My doctor just wants me to come in and get checked out, just in case.”

He nodded, but didn’t look reassured at all, creases of worry still lining his face. He also didn’t let you go, holding onto your arm as you walked to the car. At the hospital he didn’t leave your side, until the doctor came to do your examination.

“I’ll wait outside,” he said hesitantly, but you could tell he didn’t want to leave at all, eyes looking longingly back at you as he left the room.

After the doctor examined you and reassured you that it really was just false labor, you were cleared to leave and found Jaehyun in the hall, pacing. Once he saw you he ran up to you, searching your face with frantic eyes.

“Well? What happened?” he’d taken your hands in his, and his palms felt cold and clammy.

“It was nothing, just false labor, the doctor told me to go home and rest.” You reassured him, squeezing his hands and smiling softly at him. He let out a long breath, collapsing into a nearby chair.

“Oh my god, Y/N, I almost died!” he passed the back of his hand over his eyes dramatically, and you suppressed a giggle at his overdramatic show.

“Don’t laugh!” he sat up and looked at you incredulously, “I lost ten years of my life just now!”

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry,” you pressed your lips together trying not to smile. He broke into a wide grin then, pleased with himself that he had managed to lighten your mood with his sense of humor.

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

---

The drive from the hospital had been quiet, both of you realizing that there was still this huge wall between you, and neither of you were brave enough to breach it. He walked you to your door in continued silence, and once you reached your doorstep he turned around to walk back to his car.

“Jaehyun,” you called, unable to stand it anymore, “do you wanna come in and talk?”

He turned around, a mixture of hope, fear, and resignation on his face, and nodded.

The time apart had made you realize how much you missed him, and seeing him again had made you realize how much you still wanted him to be a part of your life. You were hoping to salvage something of your relationship, but you were fully aware that you could never go back to what it had been.

You sat him down on the sofa and took a deep breath.

“Jaehyun,” you began, getting more and more nervous as you went on, “I know I made things weird, even though I promised I wouldn’t,” he opened his mouth to say something but you stopped him, determined to get out what you wanted to say. “I was so focused on having a baby that I didn’t think about what involving you would mean, and what it would do to our friendship. I think I was just naive, I didn’t think anything would change, and I was so wrong.”

He sat across from you, and even though he was just inches away it felt like he was miles away, like an unfathomable chasm had opened up between you. Then he looked up at you, hesitant, but determined.

“Y/N, we can’t go back and change things anymore. What’s happened has happened.” He tilted his head to regard you, taking a deep breath before moving on, “so I just need to know one thing.”

“What is it?”

“Do you want me to be a part of your life?”

“Yes. Always.” You answered truthfully, without a doubt in your mind. He smiled, but there was still something behind his eyes.

“Hey, do you remember that pact we made in eighth grade?” He suddenly asked, his eyes twinkling.

“The marriage one?” you scanned your eighth grade memories and that was the only pact you could think of.

“Yeah, the one where we said if neither of us are married by the time we’re thirty, we’ll marry each other?”

“Yes, I remember.” It was during PE class, when you and Jaehyun were sitting in the field while everyone else was running around chasing soccer balls. You don’t remember how the subject came up, but soon enough you were doing pinky swears and Jaehyun was fashioning rings out of blades of grass for you and him to wear. You both had a good laugh over it, and never thought about it again until this moment.

“So what if we didn’t wait?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if we didn’t wait until we’re thirty, what if we just did it now? I mean, we’re having a baby together already.”

“Jaehyun, are you proposing right now?” you said it as a joke, even chuckling to yourself, you weren’t taking the whole thing seriously at all, except Jaehyun wasn’t laughing.

“I mean, I don’t have a ring, but…” he looked around the room, and seeing your spider plant on a nearby table he picked a leaf off and rolled it around itself, making a ring out of it, and slipped it on your finger. You were speechless.

“Jaehyun, you’re serious.” You managed to say after the thoughts stopped running through your brain. You hadn’t really thought about marriage, none of the guys you’d dated had ever made you think about it. You knew you wanted kids, but marriage was something you figured you couldn’t achieve, never having found the right guy. Yet here he was all along, Jeong Jaehyun, your best friend, someone who knew you inside and out. A dawning realization hit you then, that maybe none of your relationships ever worked out because you kept comparing them to Jaehyun, and no one ever held up. You were in love with your best friend, and you didn’t even know it.

“Well?” he asked, with raised eyebrows and hopeful eyes. You stared at the leaf ring on your finger, turning it around and around, your heart and mind finally finding peace in your realization. You looked up at him, cupping his face, and he looked like he was bracing himself for a possibly negative response.

“Yes.” You answered, smiling brightly at him, and it took him a moment to realize you weren’t turning him down. His face broke out into a wide grin, his dimples as deep as ever, his eyes shiny. He pulled you in for a hug, but your belly made it somewhat awkward.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you’re huge!” he looked down at your belly in awe.

“Jaehyun what the fuck!” you smacked him on the arm, slightly offended.

“No, I meant I was too busy being worried about you that I never noticed how big your belly had gotten.” He reached out his hand tentatively. “Can I touch?”

“Of course,” you said, happy that you could share this with him. You took his hand and placed it on your belly.

“Can you feel the baby move?” He asked, eyes growing wide when his hand landed on your stomach.

“Sometimes, mostly when I’m lying still though.” You let him rub his hand over your stomach, endeared at how awestruck he was, his mouth forming a little ‘o’ as he moved his hand around. He suddenly leaned forward, his face getting very close to your belly.

“Hey little one,” he called softly, and your heart clenched at the sight of him talking to the baby in your belly, “I’m your dad.”

Suddenly you felt a jolt in your ribs, as the baby stretched and kicked inside you.

“Oh my god, Y/N! Did you feel that?” Jaehyun clapped excitedly.

“Damn right I felt it,” you groaned, patting your stomach, “keep it down in there, kicking mama in the ribs really hurts!”

Jaehyun burst out laughing, gathering you in his arms and hugging you tightly. “That was adorable!” he exclaimed, and your heart felt warm as you wrapped your arms around him.

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You decided to just do a small backyard ceremony for your wedding, neither of you fond of big parties that meant even bigger expenses. Jaehyun moved into your house since he had been rooming with a friend, and once all of his things had been moved in and installed, you were left alone with each other once again.

You don’t know why, but your first night as a married couple felt like the first night you’d had sex, awkward as hell. Once again you stood on either side of the bed, unsure as to what to do.

“Bed?” he finally asked after you’d both stood there for too long.

“Bed,” you answered, and you both got in at the same time. You couldn’t help but laugh at your awkwardness, and that certainly broke the tension. You turned to your side, the only way you could get comfortable with how big your belly was, and he slotted his body behind you, wrapping an arm around you and resting his hand on your belly. You sighed contentedly, loving the feeling of being in his arms.

“This is nice,” he whispered, but his breath against your ear made you shiver, and suddenly contentment wasn’t the only thing you were feeling. Not to mention his hand that was on your belly had moved to your hip, fingers tracing wide circles over the fabric of your sleep shorts.

“Jaehyun,” you didn’t mean to, but his name came out in a moan, and his hand stopped its circuit, the faintest bit of pressure being applied to your hip.

“Y/N?” he questioned, but you were taking his hand and moving it up to your breasts. Once he cupped them you moaned again. “Holy shit, Y/N, your boobs are huge!”

“Jaehyun!” you reprimanded him, but he apologized quickly.

“Sorry, sorry, I just-” he cupped and squeezed, feeling the weight of them, “wow,” was all he could say.

“Well they won’t be this big for too long, so you better take advantage of them now,” you encouraged, and he did, tweaking your nipples until you were moaning into your pillow.

“Tell me if I do anything that hurts, or makes you feel uncomfortable, okay?” he whispered into your ear, before he started to plant wet kisses along your neck and shoulder. Your mind went hazy at the feeling of his lips on your skin, and soon he slipped a hand down, past the waistband of your shorts.

You inhaled sharply when his fingers found you wet, when he gathered some of your arousal to rub it around your clit. You moaned loudly when he made circles around your bud, pressing your face further into your pillow.

“Don’t do that, baby, I wanna hear you,” he pulled the covers off and pushed your pillow away, helping you take off your shirt and the rest of your clothes so you were fully exposed to him. He looked at you, lust and hunger clouding his eyes. “Fuck, you look so gorgeous knocked up with my baby.”

Your pussy clenched at his words and you pulled at his own clothes to get him to take them off. “Come here and fuck me, husband.”

Your words ignited something in him, and he bent down, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and pushing into you. You cried out, not caring anymore how loud you were being, the feeling of his cock inside you throwing you into the heights of pleasure. Once you started though, you couldn’t stop, moans and whimpers and whines tumbling out of your lips as he pumped his cock inside you.

“You like it, don’t you?” he growled, “you like my cock so much you let me knock you up.”

You moaned even louder at his words, your orgasm starting to build in the pit of your stomach. “Yes, god, yes!”

“You want my cum, baby? Look at where it got you, huh? You let me come inside you and now you’re knocked up.” His voice was raspy, deep, and it cut right to your core.

“Fuck, Jaehyun! I’m gonna come!” you warned him, grasping at the sheets as your orgasm hit you, your pussy pulsing around his cock. It didn’t take much longer for him to come, one last thrust that took your breath away, and he spilled his seed into you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, brushing aside a strand of hair that had fallen into your face, “did it hurt at all?”

“No, not at all, it felt good,” you smiled at him, wanting to alleviate his concern. He looked relieved, before he bent down and kissed the swell of your stomach.

“Sorry, baby,” he said sheepishly, addressing the baby, and you could only laugh, rubbing a hand through his hair as he smiled up at you.

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The next day Jaehyun had left for work, and you were almost out the door yourself when you felt something gush between your legs. You figured you knew what it was and, resolved to stay calm, you quickly called Jaehyun.

“Babe, what is it?” he answered on the first ring.

“I think my water broke.”

“Okay, stay calm, I’m on my way back.”

It didn’t take long for him to come back since he’d just left, and you drove to the hospital all the while holding tightly to his hand. The contractions started then, not too bad at first but as time went on the pain was hard to bear. By the time you reached the hospital you were grimacing in pain and Jaehyun was yelling for someone to come and help you.

You labored for hours, Jaehyun never leaving your side, giving you strength even when you felt like you had no more to give. You wondered how you could have ever done this without him, without his unwavering support, his cheerful but calm demeanor raising you up when you felt like giving in. Soon enough you had a healthy baby in your hands, a boy that an ecstatic Jaehyun had already dubbed his ‘mini me’.

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If you had known what the first few weeks with a newborn would have been like you would have seriously rethought having a baby in the first place. You were exhausted more than you had ever been in your life, catching sleep for only those precious moments when the baby would sleep. Your breasts were sore from breastfeeding, and if you never saw another poopy diaper in your life it would be too soon. What made it all worth it, was the look of pure innocence in your baby’s eyes, and the way your husband would stare at him like he was the most precious person in the world.

One night you were woken again by the baby’s cries, and trudging to his room you were surprised to see Jaehyun already there.

“Sorry to wake you,” he whispered, “I was changing him and he lost his binky.” You stood in the doorway and watched as your husband expertly handled your son, swaddling him in his blankets and making sure the pacifier was situated in his mouth. “Go back to bed, I got this.”

Jaehyun had done many things during your time together that you considered sexy, but this was probably the sexiest thing he had ever done. You walked back to your bedroom, mentally reminding yourself to reward him when you were more awake.

You lay in bed though, unable to fall back asleep. Your mind was racing, anxieties resurfacing at that dark and quiet time of night. Jaehyun eventually came back, sliding into the bed and spooning you, his arm coming to wrap around your waist.

“Jae?” you whispered, hoping he hadn’t fallen back asleep right away.

“Hm? I thought you were asleep.” He sounded tired, tightening his arm around you.

“Is this the life you wanted?” you asked him, rubbing his arm that was wrapped around you.

“Absolutely.” He answered, without hesitation.

“No, I’m serious.”

“So am I. Why wouldn’t you think I was being serious?” he suddenly propped himself up on his elbow so he could see your face.

“Because you had a life before this, and now it’s just-” you waved your hand in the air, “me and the baby.”

“Just you and the baby? Y/N, you and Yuno are the most important things in my life right now.” He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Yeah I had Friday night drinks and Sunday basketball games, and that was fun and all, but you two are my family now.”

“Don’t you miss it?”

“If I did I’d just go and do it? So no, I don’t miss it right now. Maybe eventually? But that doesn’t mean I’d love you and Yuno less.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d told you he loved you, but you knew you’d never get tired of hearing it. You’d been surprised when he’d told you he’d been in love with you for a while, not daring to say anything about it for fear of ruining your friendship. When you’d told him that you wanted to have a baby he knew that there was no one else in the world that he wanted to bear his children except you, and he was relieved when you accepted his offer of being a sperm donor. He had been prepared to be just that, but the sex threw everything into chaos, including his feelings for you and his resolve to keep your relationship as just friends. He felt himself falling even deeper for you, but his heart couldn’t handle the push and pull he was feeling from you. He never wanted to pull out of your life, and he spent more time staring at his phone waiting for you to call or text than he dared to admit. Bringing up the marriage pact had been a gamble, and he was terrified that you’d say no, but when you said yes, he could barely contain his happiness.

“Listen,” he said, taking your hand in his, “this life is more than I could have ever asked for.”

“Really?” you asked, turning to look at him, “With me?”

“Baby, it’s always been you.”

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