#its like planning tomorrow when you already know how next week will go. too much context. go away

[welsknightenjoyer]

Oh no. I didnt finish writing my post dl life series fic and s4 is starting soon. My view of the narrative will be irrevocably changed to include new events that will never happen in that world. Screaming

[sister-lucifer]

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Genre: Fluff, a bit angsty but has a happy ending, not explicitly romantic

Summary: It’s been raining all day, and the gloomy weather has you thinking about what could’ve been, and especially what never will be.

Content/Warnings: Brief mentions of alcohol, brief mention of death/suicide, it’s a little sad, I guess? But that’s it. Reader just speculates on how life would’ve been if the Operator hadn’t fucked them over and gets down about it, but theres a happy ending. 

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It’s raining again. Not that that’s new. Springtime out here sees its fair share of storms. Normally you’d observe the rain from inside, but today something inside was gnawing at you for some fresh air. 

The old rocking chair creaks beneath your weight, moving to and fro softly as you watch the rain. It comes down in sheets off the sides of the cover, splattering to the muddy ground and making a shallow moat around the patio. It lands loudly on the old tin roof, rattling and groaning in a manner that is far too dramatic. It obscures anything beyond the perimeter of the cabin and hides everything in a misty haze. 

It’s going to be foggy tomorrow, you think. It usually is when it rains like this. It’ll be cold for the next few days, too, and the ground will be soggy for weeks. Miserable weather, that is. Not that that’s new. 

It’s a good day to wonder, that’s all. You’ve been doing plenty of that lately. A bit too much, maybe, but there’s no helping that. 

You’ve been living out here with Tim for…shit. How long has it been? Almost a year, you think, but your perception of time is unreliable at best. It’s just one of the many things you lost when your world turned upside down.

That’s what it’s really about. The loss. Tim doesn’t like to talk about it, but you know you both feel it, him even more so than you. He was going to go to college, get a degree, and he’d be damn good at it, too. He was going to find a place of his own, maybe adopt a dog, a big old Saint Bernard like he had when he was a boy, the only type of housemate that wouldn’t annoy him. That’s what he’s told you, anyways. Not sober, of course, not even close; he’d never tell you anything that personal without at least a bit of alcohol in his system. He’s been drinking less since you showed up, though. You noticed he was cutting back a couple months after you moved in. You wonder if you’ll ever get him to open up like that again.

But those were Tim’s plans. He was already in his mid twenties when things really went south, you were barely out of high school when everything started. You didn’t really have plans. So…what are you mourning, exactly? 

You don’t really have an answer to that. 

You didn’t really have a set path for yourself. Your plan barely existed, and it’s feeble skeleton was little more than an intention to simply float around until something caught your eye. You’d find your way eventually, there was no need to worry. At least, that’s what you used to think. 

Now where do you go?

You didn’t have any real plans, no, and you can’t mourn something that never existed, but it there’s this heavy feeling that comes with knowing you’ll never be able to choose. 

That’s what it comes down to, you realize. Choice. 

No, you didn’t have any plans, but that was because you had all the options you could ever want. Now, you don’t have any plans because you’ve only got one. 

Tim does everything he can to keep you entertained out here. Hell, he risks his life every time he walks down the path to his truck to go to town for you, or when he just steps off the porch to refill the bird feeder he knows you love to watch. Nothing outside of these walls in these woods is safe. If it weren’t raining so hard, he’d tear you a new one for even sitting on the porch. 

It’s a miserable existence, but it’s so nice to have someone to be miserable with, even if he can’t change anything. 

You just wish that was enough to push away that yearning for more, that subtle thrumming ache that only wells up in your stomach late at night, that want that urges you to just take the truck and leave, to forget this cabin and Tim and everything in these godforsaken woods. 

But you can’t. 

You’d die. And even if you didn’t, the guilt of stranding Tim would eat you alive, especially knowing he’d kill himself before letting that thing get him. 

You don’t want to think about that. You push the thoughts away before they can take root in your mind. It’s better to just not consider that possibility at all. 

You jump when you hear the front door open. You look back to see Tim standing there, one hand buried in his pocket and the other still on the door handle. 

“The hell are you doin’ out here?” He huffs, “I been yellin’ for ya, thought you up and ran off.” 

You give him a weak smile, but you can’t keep it up for very long. You pull your knees to your chest and rest your chin on them, curling up as if trying to make yourself look as small as possible. You mumble an apology, but don’t look at him. 

He pauses, then, and you can imagining his expression changing to confusion and then concern before he covers it up again. His footsteps come up behind you, the wooden porch creaking beneath him. His hand grabs the back of the rocking chair and forces it to still before he pulls it backward to get a look at you.

“…What’s up with you, kid?” 

You shrug. It’s an easier response than an explanation, but it doesn’t satisfy him at all. 

“C’mon, we both know that’s bullshit,” He says with a dry chuckle, and he’s entirely correct. “What’s goin’ on?”

You sigh, thinking for a moment about your answer. 

“…It’s just…I dunno. Do you ever, like…think about what would’ve happened if you hadn’t…you know…”

It’s a stammering, stumbling attempt at explaining yourself, but he understands. He nods, crossing his arms and leaning back against the house. 

“Yeah, sometimes,” He replies, scratching at his stubble, “But if I’m bein’ honest, it ain’t gonna do you any good. That sorta thing only gets ya down.”

He’s right about that, too. If only it were that easy to just stop. It’s just so hard not to wonder at least every once in a while, it’s human nature. You just wish you knew when to stop. You just wish you were able to ignore the ‘what if’s that piled up in the back of your mind until they couldn’t stand anymore and toppled over into a pathetic mess of rubble. They’ll crush you one day if you aren’t careful, but such an idea seems almost inevitable. 

“Do you think—“ You start, but stop short before you can get any further. Tim quirks a brow, and you don’t have to look at him to know he’s making that skeptical face. 

“…Do I think what?” He asks. 

You hesitate to answer. Is this really a question you want to ask? If this starts an argument you won’t be able to take back, will it ruin the comfort you and Tim have finally managed to establish with each other? You can’t just not tell him now, though, or you’ll just piss him off more. He doesn’t care for secrets, but he can’t stand when someone wusses out of a conversation at the last second. 

“…Do you think if you had the chance you would…like, go back in time? If you could make it to where none of this ever happened, would you?”

You feel stupid asking that, and it doesn’t help that Tim is silent for far too long before he answers. You’re already regretting this. 

Tim finally opens his mouth, and he stammers for a few moments before his sounds turn into words.

“…I don’t really think I can answer that, kid. That’s a tough one.” 

He sounds monotone, almost uncaring, but you can tell he’s doing it on purpose

to conceal whatever he doesn’t want you to know he’s feeling. You finally turn to look at him with a look that says ‘Can you please try?’ 

His eyes widen for a moment, his shoulders tensing in that subtle way they only do when he’s scared. His lips part slowly, and it sounds like he’s forcing his next words out. 

“I don’t know. Maybe? I…”

He trails off, and you turn away again. Then there’s silence for another few moments. 

Then he’s beside your chair, slowly lowering himself to sit down and doing that annoyed groan he does anytime he has to strain his back. He takes a moment to get comfortable, and you see him reach for his pocket to grab a cigarette only to sigh in disappointment when he realizes he left them inside. You feel bad for smiling, but at least he won’t be able to hide behind his smoke the way he likes to when a conversation makes him uncomfortable. 

He accepts his fate, leaning back on his hands and staring out into the rain with you. 

“I might,” He finally says, “But it wouldn’t be an easy choice.” 

“Why not?” You ask, and for some reason he chuckles at that. 

“Good question. This isn’t how I expected things to end up, no one does, but…I couldn’t just up and leave this.” 

‘This’ he says. ‘This?’ That hardly answers your question. You quirk a brow at him, and he begrudgingly continues. 

“You know, I just…I’ve gotten attached to all this—“ 

“What’s this, exactly?” You interrupt, and he winces like he was hoping you wouldn’t ask that. “I can’t imagine there being anything here worth sticking around for.”

“…There wasn’t. Not for a long time,” He says, and now it’s your turn to pause. 

“…What did you say?” 

“There wasn’t,” He repeats, “Not until…not when I was alone. But now…” 

‘You,’ you realize that’s what he’s trying to say, ‘You are the only thing worth staying for.’ 

For some reason, that hurts. Maybe you feel guilty that you ever thought about leaving him, or maybe you feel bad that you of all people are his only friend. The bar for happiness is really low around here. 

You slowly unfurl from your spot on the chair, letting your feet rest on the porch as you slump down a bit. 

“So…you’re saying you wouldn’t?”

You expected an immediate answer. Stupid of you, really. He’s hesitating again. You’d thought you’d get a quick yes or no. You’re not sure if this is better or worse. 

“I’m not…saying anything,” Tim assures you, “I’m just saying that…I’d at least have to think about it.” 

“Yeah, but you have to make a choice,” You say with an eye roll, and the words coming out more forceful than you intended. Fortunately, his stoney exterior deflects any vitriol you could spew at him. 

The silence that settles over you this time is heavy. It makes you slump even further down in your chair. You hate the silence that always follows when you say something that turned out far too mean. 

You don’t breathe until Tim speaks again.

“Okay, yeah…I would.” 

You don’t know how you feel about that answer, but you don’t have much time to think before he continues. 

“But only because I’d know where to find you this time.” 

That surprises you. You sit back up in your chair, looking down at him with an unmistakably confused look. 

“Huh?” You blurt out, and your cheeks warm a bit when he chuckles at your noise of bewilderment.

“I’d do it, yeah, but I couldn’t just leave you to fend for yourself,” He explains, “I’d do it, but I wouldn’t abandon you. Now I know who you are, what you liked to do, where you’d hang out, all those things from before shit hit the fan. I just don’t want you to think I’d, ya know…forget about you like that. I’d come find you, that’s all. I think we’d find each other anyways, though.”

Something in your chest aches as he speaks, and it makes you want to curl up again, but you can’t move. You stare at him for a long few moments, and you’re lucky he doesn’t look up at you because you wouldn’t be able to pull your eyes away. You can’t even blink. 

“I told you kid,” He adds, “I care about you. I always have.”

What do you say to that? 

You don’t know, so you stay silent. You want to say something, to return the monument of emotion he’s just offered to you, to somehow express reciprocity, but you don’t know how. You’re silent. 

You don’t move as Tim stands back up, cracking his back and stretching his legs. He puts a gentle hand on your shoulder, giving a small, affectionate squeeze. 

“I gotta go start dinner,” He says curtly, “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me. Don’t spend too long out here. If you get sick, Imma say I told you so.” 

You nod, but give no further response. He pulls his hand away, and you think that’s the end of it, but just as you realize you haven’t heard him go to leave you feel him leaning over you. 

You tense. You’re not sure why, but you do. 

You feel him press a brief kiss to the top of your head before he pulls away again. It wasn’t even a kiss, really, he just pushed his lips against your head for a moment, but for that moment it was like everything you’d ever worried about up until that point was arbitrary. It doesn’t last long, but it lingers in the air like the smoke from Tim’s cigarettes as he pulls away and walks back into the house. 

You’re alone again.

Now what? 

You weigh your options for a moment, but once Tim’s footsteps disappear into the house it feels far too quiet out here, even with the rain beating down on the roof above you. 

You wait for only a few moments more to make sure you won’t seem too eager to follow him before you get up, lazily making your way back inside. 

You find yourself wondering again, this time about what Tim is making for dinner tonight, and you take a second to appreciate the pleasure in such simple problems. 

There are things that will never be now, and there’s no changing that.

But for tonight, this is pretty damn nice. 

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[whoistartaglia]

catching genshin men wearing your sweatshirt—part two

part one

xiao

the adeptus did not think himself overly fond of mortal attachments such as your sweatshirt, but once he puts it on, all of his preconceived notions die a swift death in the wind. it’s just so comfortable and warm and totally unlike his typical attire that he’s just grown attached to it—unfortunately for you, who hasn’t worn the sweatshirt in over a week now.

you’re laying next to xiao and he’s still wearing your sweatshirt when you drop the bomb on him.

“xiao, i want it back.”

he pretends to look hurt and possessively wraps his arms over his chest, hugging himself in the sweatshirt.

“[name], you can’t possibly be so cruel.”

“you’ve been wearing it for two weeks straight now.”

“two weeks is a blink of time for an adeptus,” he replies nonchalantly.

“but xiao…”

“you may have it back… one day.”

that day evidently wasn’t today. it’s not tomorrow either. when you start to question him, xiao disappears, teleports away. you need back up apparently, but even when you ask zhongli, hu tao, the entirety of liyue, xiao refuses to return it.

“it smells like you.”

“so?”

xiao shrugs, like his point has already been made, even though you’re more confused than before. but one day, you catch him lacking. you actually can’t believe your eyes when you just see it laying on your bed—it’s even folded, would you look at that. it also smells clean, freshly out of the wash.

you think you’ve won, victory in your grasp… until you come across xiao. wearing. your. sweatshirt.

“i got you another,” he explains. “now we have two.”

you’re so impressed at his tenacity that you can’t even be mad at him.

childe

in childe’s eyes, he’s done nothing wrong. yes, he snuck into the bedroom and grabbed your sweatshirt when you weren’t looking, but he’s the one who bought it for you in the first place. he’s a free man, honestly.

yet you still don’t budge on his stance he “stole” your sweatshirt when childe explained this all to you.

“i don’t want to hear your flimsy excuses.”

“they are not excuses!” childe says, pretending to be shocked and offended. he places a hand over his chest for dramatic effect, and you roll your eyes.

“give it back,” you demand, pulling at the sleeve. “it’s mine and i’m cold.”

“i thought sharing was caring—especially in such a loving a relationship like ours.”

you cringe at the word loving and childe grins.

“loving isn’t the word i’d use to describe you right now.”

“oh? would you rather use handsome, dashing, clever, extremely handsome—“

“you already said that,” you point out. childe merely shrugs, and you groan, exasperated. he’s definitely not going to give it back to you of his own free will.

an idea clicks in your head, and as if seeing the lightbulb go off, childe steps a self-preserving step back.

“[name], let’s talk it out here,” childe says nervously, giving you a smile you think he thinks is charming, convincing, not afraid.

“i already gave you that opportunity,” you tell him sweetly, advancing like a predator stalking its pray.

you don’t give him a second to think, to plan, before you pounce, knocking childe down onto the couch behind him. you’re on him, childe looking up at you with surprise, slight fear.

“you had your chance. i’m getting this sweatshirt back, whether you like it or not.” you smile triumphantly, and you think you’ve won, until childe slowly matches your sweet smile with a sugary one of his own.

“do you know how hot you look right now?” he asks.

you groan again for the thousandth time. maybe you should have just let childe keep the sweatshirt if these are the types of comments you’re gonna get while taking it off of him.

alhaitham

alhaitham has the audacity to laugh in your face when you ask for it back. well, you know he has a rather dry sense of humor, but isn’t this a little too much? when he sees your glare, alhaitham will calm down and explain his actions. according to him, since you always borrow his sweatshirts and wear his clothes, it’s only fair he does the same.

he thought it was fair, an equivalent exchange, except that now alhaitham is opening the doors and staring at a half-empty closet. so that’s how it’s going to be. alhaitham can picture your house, your room, filled with as many of his clothes as you could grab and hide.

when you see him later wearing clothes he foraged together, you laugh in his face, except that your smile faded and laughter dies down when you realize.

“you’re still wearing my sweatshirt?” you ask, glaring daggers at the familiar garment.

“yes, of course i am. you didn’t leave me anything else to wear.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

this earns you a dry smile and raised eyebrow.

“then some other deranged fool broke into my house and stole all my clothes—including my shirt that you’re wearing right now?”

your cheeks heat up when you glance down. you didn’t even realize it was his—but given all his clothes littering your room, you suppose it was natural you’d grab at least one of his garments.

“maybe it was kaveh?”

“a good try, but no.” alhaitham poses for you like a model on a magazine. “i don’t know about you, but i think i look good in this. i’ll be keeping this sweatshirt for myself.” any protests fall on deaf ears; your sweatshirt has been sacrificed, and alhaitham had gained the knowledge of fashion in return…?

[mortuarywriting]

Its 1am and I should sleep but that's not happening so I'm thinking about this thing I've been turning over in my head.

Anyway here's how your softness as a fat partner to the 141 + whoever comes to mind with as a bonus is a grounding force

The mission was supposed to be short and easy. Drop in the bucket compared to some of the others, but when does it ever go like the brief? They're a week over, now, and while no news was good news you'd kill for a text. An emoji would be fine, you'd settle for a garbled keyboard smash as proof of life.

Still, civilian life doesn't stop while your partner is out risking their lives so the populace doesn't see just how close some calls get to total destabilization. You had to work and that meant in the evening you had to unwind before you lost your shit. So here you were, sat on the couch and distracting yourself and decompressing.

The click of the key in the door perked you right up, you paused whatever you were doing to turn and watch the door open, "welcome home! How did-oh," your happiness was paused, replaced by concern by the haunted look in the eyes you love so much. This was a rough one, so you went back to past experience, "do you need space, a pillow, or a weighted blanket?"

Price would stay quiet as he put down his duffel and take off his boots. You were already thinking through contingency plans to get him out of his head if this didn't work, but he sits himself on the couch next to you instead of in the armchair. He about collapses into the plush material more than sits down, but the raised arm is an invitation and you're not one to ignore it. You snuggle in, head on his chest and your weight a comfortable softness where he's hard muscle and strength holding you close. The both of you sit there for some time, you listen as his heart rate mellows as his thumb traces idle patterns into your side. You know eventually you'll both wind up out back sitting in the rocking chairs you gave him shit about getting, but there's nothing like it. You'd take sitting and rocking side by side out there while he has a smoke any day of the week, it meant you had each other and what else do you really need?

Ghost would stand in the doorway for a beat longer than he usually would, and you weren't sure if he'd stay or not. Hell, wouldn't be the first time he arrived on your doorstep just to go back to base without crossing your threshold. It's a pleasant surprise when he walks in, though, and his duffel falls with a thump. Sometimes he needs to put himself away and sometimes he needs your presence. This time it's definitely the latter as he just crosses the room, boots and all, just... climbs onto the couch to lay on it, pinning you where you sit within his grasp and his face pressed to your stomach. You feel your face soften as you run a hand along his back, a soothing presence as he holds you close. You feel him squeeze softly at your sides, fat moving just so in his grip to confirm he's in the present, he's safe, and if you were ambitious you might even say he's home. At some point you'll prod him enough to get him to bed, you were well aware he was too big to sustainably sleep on the couch without hurting his neck or back. Tomorrow you'd heckle him for the boots on the furniture but for now you were glad he was back in your arms.

Gaz offers you a smile when he opens the door, but you know that fake 'trying to reassure you' smile when you see it. He goes through the same home routine but it's more muscle memory than anything- duffel in its spot, boots off and away, hat and keys on the little table- but you don't need to call to him for him to come to you. No, he's dragging himself to you, exhaustion written in his features but you know he won't let himself go to bed without at least checking in. You smile and pat your lap, the easy compromise that has him giving you a soft but sincere smile. He settles onto the couch, laying on his back with his head in your lap as he fights to keep his eyes open. You know he's likely jetlagged to hell, so you start talking- about what he's missed since he was gone, which shows you two need to catch up on, only the hottest neighborhood bird feeder gossip- and you watch as the tension eases from his shoulders. He doesn't need to be on high alert in a combat zone- he's home, he can relax safe and sound.

Soap wastes no time- duffel dropped, door kicked shut, boots pulled off and dropped as he crosses the room to you. You yelp as he scoops you off the couch enough to flop on his back and hold you to his front, burying his face in your neck as he let's his hands roam. You huff, amused more than annoyed at him man-handling you. Well, among other feelings, but those come later, for now you hum and wrap your arms around his shoulders where you can, hugging him close. Sometimes he needed the extra grounding force, too much energy buzzing below his skin and your rocksteady presence a balm. You're happy to do it, you love this man through thick and thin and there were worse things than mandatory cuddles.

Bonus:

+ Kate gives you a weary smile before she stops through the kitchen. You smile as she comes back with a drink for both of you, though you know yours will be touched significantly less as you rest your head in her lap and hear her out as she talks about what she can. She runs her free hand down your shoulder, tracing patterns down the side as she does.

+ Nikolai you know is a 50/50, either he needs to keep his hands busy doing something else or he'll take you up on your offer. The odds seem to be in your favor, though, as he sits with you. You aren't exactly suprised when he pulls you into his lap, or when he takes a few minutes to just sit and listen to your heartbeat and steady breathing. He'll be back and bantering before you know it but for now he holds you tight, waves of soft weight pulling him back to a safe harbor.

Aaaaand now it's 2:30 time is an illusion (oops)

[desideriumwriter]

Anyone But You | Chapter 5 | F.W. x Fem!Reader

Chapter Summary - Reader makes her way to the Quidditch World Cup using a map of confusing directions and a portkey, she finds out who will be at the games with her. After the games, she gets stuck in the midst of an attack, left injured and on her own.

Pairing - Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Category - enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, slowburn

Content Warnings - cursing, arguing, the quidditch world cup attack, depictions of torture? mentions of blood, mentions of fire, crying, injuries, trampling, mass chaos + fear, (tell me if i missed anything)

Word Count - 4.4k

A/N: not really sure what to say for this one! it's truly chaotic is the most i can say lmaoo, hopefully you enjoy it! feedback is greatly appreciated!

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You folded your pajamas in a neat stack and shoved them in your bag. 

You’d spent the past hour packing for tomorrow's events. The Quidditch World Cup games had already started, but you didn’t care all that much. 

You tend to claim you're not a huge fan of quidditch, but there has been one or two times you’ve lost your voice from screaming and cheering during a school match.

Anyways, you stood up, taking a billionth look around your bedroom, making sure there was nothing you needed laying around. 

Preparing for a single night away from home should not be this stressful.

As your eyes traveled around the room, they stopped once they saw the necklace sitting on your dresser.

The moonstone necklace the twins gave you. It sat there, untouched. It’s stayed in that exact same spot since you tossed it out of your suitcase from when you got home for summer break. It’s been like that all summer. 

Until, your mum saw it and fixed it with some simple spell. 

Even though it was fixed and in perfect condition, you still hadn’t worn it, nor touched it.

You walked up to it slowly, moving at a pace that made it seem like you were expecting the damn thing to jump and attack you somehow.

Picking it up, you wondered if you should set it along with the outfit you already had laid out for tomorrow. Or if you should shove it in your bag. Or just keep it in its previous spot.

You set it back down, turning away from it and walking to your bed. Only for you to change your mind. Turning back towards it quickly, snatching it up and shoving it into your bag.

You laid in bed, eyes unable to stay closed, and a grin on your face.

Though you knew that in the next week you’ll most likely be stuck with crowds of people in Diagon Alley, gathering school supplies. You had the same excitement as a kid on Christmas Eve, too eager to sleep.

There wasn’t much information given on what today’s plans were.  

You didn’t know how you’d get there, or if there would be anyone else going with, or how long the game would last. All you knew was that you were going to the Quidditch World Cup and staying at the campsite for one night.

And a strange list of directions. It had you take a few stops on different trolley cars to get to your spot. The last place you were dropped off was at another stop, so you decided to walk the rest of the way.

The handwriting on the paper with the directions looked familiar, it wasn't Cedric’s however, it was too messy. Maybe it was his fathers. Maybe he’d got it from a friend.

Thinking of it, the paper was never directly given to you by Cedric. Your father gave it to you when a stack of mail came in.

You let your thoughts wander around, imagining how today would go as you began to get closer to the designated spot the directions gave you. It was at “a hill with an old boot on it” according to the paper.

A tall, older man, with wired glasses, a scrubby beard and brown hair stood on top of the hill. Amos Diggory. Cedric’s dad.

As you got farther up, you could spot Cedric, laying down on the grass next to his father, using his bag as a pillow.

Both of their heads shot up and faces changed into a smile once they looked up, seeing you heading towards him.

“Y/N! Good to see you!” Mr.Diggory reached out to shake your hand.

“It’s good to see you too, Mr.Diggory.” You accepted his greeting, shaking his hand and giving him a warm smile back.

“It’s been quite awhile! How’s mum and dad? Doing well?” He asked while the boy behind him sat up. You gave a small “mhm” and nod in response. 

Cedric hopped up from his spot on the grass, giving you a tight hug, purposely ruffling up your hair once he pulled away.

“So how’s your summer been? I didn’t get many letters from you.” He jokingly gave you a dramatic pout.

“It’s been lovely. No work, no uniforms, no getting up at the crack of dawn, and no annoying twins.” You sighed happily, you didn’t catch how Cedric’s expression faltered when you mentioned the twins.

“So, shouldn’t we get going? What are we waiting on?” You tried your best to sound as patient as possible, ignoring the excitement running through your veins.

“My dad invited a work friend. We’re just waiting on him I suppose.”

“Should be any moment now!” Amos added in, smilingly nervously and rocking back and forth on his heels.

“He said that about an hour ago.” Cedric whispered to you, “Anyways, what's that?” He gestured at the paper in your hands. You gave him a blank stare, expecting him to know what it was, he was the one who sent you it, right?

“The directions?” You said hesitantly, holding the paper up. “That you sent me?” Cedric's brows knit together, tilting his head to get a straight look at what was written.

“I never sent any directions?” He copied your tone. “Plus, that is not my handwriting.” He scoffed, amused at the scribbles on the page.

“Then who-” Your thoughts were interrupted once chattering and footsteps were heard in the distance.

"Amos!" A voice shouted from a distance. The shout came from Mr. Weasley, who was grinning as he strode closer. A group followed behind him. 

All the excitement and joy in your veins was drained out once you saw who was part of that group. Those two dreadful boys. Your jaw tensed at the sight of them.

“Are you kidding me? You didn’t tell me those gits were coming along!” You hissed as you turned back towards Cedric.

“Don’t say that, y/n. The Weasleys are nice people.” Cedric scorned, you rolled your eyes. You were sick of people telling you that, of course they were nice people, they were the sweetest people you ever met, except for two of them.

“I know that! I’m not talking about the Weasley family Cedric, I'm talking about the Weasley twins!” You groaned, the bickering stopped between you two as Mr.Weasley began to speak.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone," said Mr. Weasley. "He works for the

Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures! And I believe you

know his son, Cedric?"

“Hi.” Cedric let out, his eyes darting around them all. Everyone greeted back, except the twins, who gave barely a nod, they looked as if they were already miserable.

“Oh, I’m sure everyone remembers Y/N!” Mr.Weasley gestured, you gave an uncomfortable smile and a small wave.

Mr.Weasley and Amos went back into their own separate conversation, as you and Cedric did into your bickering.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You kept your voice low and stern.

“I didn’t tell you because you wouldn’t go! They didn’t have any idea you’d be here either, they don’t even know where we're going!” He scoffed. “Mr.Weasley and my father set this whole thing up! Can’t you push aside your hatred for one night? You won’t even be in the same tent as them, you’ll have your own bed…or you can share one with me.” He joked, giving you an exaggerated smolder.

“You wish.” You shoved him in the chest and let out a slight laugh, slowly forgetting about your bad mood.

The both of you turned your attention back to the older gentlemen. At this point, Amos was gawking at Harry’s presence, he began to unknowingly boast about Cedric and how he beat Harry at Quidditch last year.

The twins were scowling, you caught on quickly to that. It seemed as if they were still upset about losing to Hufflepuff and getting beaten by Cedric in the first Quidditch match of last year.

Cedric, obviously embarrassed, tried to explain it was due to Harry falling off his broom. His father only shrugged that off and continued to speak.

It looked like with every word Amos spoke about his son's win, the scowls on the twins' faces grew. You wanted to laugh, you wished you could laugh. You could only attempt to bite back your smirk.

You turned your attention back to Cedric. 

“They don't seem very joyous.” You mocked as you jerked your head in the twins direction.

“Oh come on, I’m sure it’s not personal.” The hufflepuff shrugged it off, you raised your brows at him in disbelief. “But, I would really like to get going now.” He said through gritted teeth, eyes pointed at the boot in his fathers hand.

“So, what is it?” You asked, relating to the shoe.

“It’s a boot.” Fred's voice appeared from beside you. He was standing right there, it scared you for a second. Causing you to whip your head around quickly, you were unsure how he got next to you so quickly and silently.

“Yeah I know that, dimwit.” You sneered at him, “How are we going to use a ruddy old boot to get there?”

“It’s a portkey, dimwit.” He shot back, using your insult. “I’m sure you remember learning about those.” The redhead raised his brows at you, unamused. 

“Well, I assume it’s time to get on our way!” Mr.Weasley spoke out, fortunately cutting off all the tension in the air. “Now, all you need to do is touch the portkey.” He said happily as he laid a hand onto the shoe, which was being held out by Amos.

“Glad to know you got here safely with the directions George and I wrote down for you.” He shot you a sarcastic smile as he walked up to the boot, nodding his head at the paper in your hand while passing you.

Your face went from confusion then dropped into irritation.

Everything made sense now. Of course those assholes sent you those puzzling directions.

The paper crumpled around your grasp once you tightened your hands into fists, you wadded up the parchment and shoved it in your pocket.

Once everyone was crowded around in a tight circle, a hand or finger touching the boot. Mr.Weasley stared at his watch and began to count down from three.

Suddenly, you felt your feet detach from the ground, you were flying through the air, it looked like you and everyone else was stuck in the middle of a tornado. You accidentally banged into others while being stuck in the swirl of wind.

Then, you were falling from the sky and heading towards the ground. You used your forearms as a shield for your head as you hit the rough grass.

However, Mr. Weasley, Cedric, and his father were literally walking on air. Their legs moving as if they were walking down an invisible staircase. They landed neatly onto the ground, standing, while everyone else was scattered around them.

You were just about to push yourself up before a body came flying towards you. Letting out a small yelp as you covered your head once again, feeling a weight hit your legs.

Once you removed your arms from your face, Fred was laid uncomfortably across the bottom half of your body.

His back pinning down your left leg while his head and arms were laid across your right.

“Ow! You landed on my legs!” You cried out.

“Whoops, sorry.” Fred smoothed back his hair. “They're not broken are they?” He smiled. You moved around your legs, they were sore, not broken.

“No.” You muttered as you waited for him to fully get off your limb and stand up. “Get off!”

“Right.” pushed himself up and dusted his clothes off from any grass.

 “M’lady,” He jokingly bowed and reached out a hand to you, waiting for you to grab it so he could help you up. You ignored his gesture, picking up your bag while getting up without his help, rolling your eyes and shoving past him.

“Everyone up! We still have some walking to do before we get to the campsite!” Mr Diggory called out, everyone else began to pick themselves and their belongings up as they muttered and sighed under their breaths.

Thank Merlin you had your own room in this tent. You would’ve gone mad if you weren’t able to get some amount of isolation to cool down. It was shocking how easily the smallest interaction with Fred could ruin your mood.

You had about an hour before you had to get going. That’d be more than enough time for your irritation to go away.

“I’ve got great news!” Cedric jokingly sang as he pushed open the flaps of the tent leading into your space, making his dramatic entrance.

“What now?” You sat up amused. You assumed from his sarcastic tone that maybe the match had been postponed to a later time or you’d somehow got moved to shitter seats.

“Mr.Weasley invited us to go over to his tent tonight, after the game ends.” He let out quickly, knowing that you are not going to be pleased.

“What?” Your expression dropped. “That means- no! I’m not gonna be stuck in a tent with Fred and George!” You exclaimed, you’d already had your interaction with one of them today, now you would not be dealing with both.

“Well, my dad already agreed. So…” He trailed off. You groaned and fell back on the bed, you were too tired to argue.

“Fine, whatever. Just let me have a moment to myself, please.” You ran your hands down your face.

“Yeah, yeah. Oh, take this also!” He threw a red and black scarf at you, “We’ve got to sport some pride, right?” He shrugged before disappearing behind the flaps of the tent.

Merlin knows how many stairs you had to climb to get up there, your legs began to hurt once you made it to your seats.

Cedric and you were the first to make it to your spot. The seats that were set at the highest point of the stadium. The Weasley party was not far behind you.

As Fred walked up, you let out a small laugh of disbelief due to his appearance. He had a large three-leafed clover painted on his face, a white and green scarf hung around his neck, and wore a cartoonishly large white and green top hat. 

While George only had stripes of white and green painted on his cheeks and Ginny wore a large Leprechaun hat.

Fred had truly outdone the others and himself.

Cedric noticed the laugh you let out and was not going to let you get away with that.

“Are you smiling at him?” Cedric looked at you with disbelief, but he sounded excited that you were smiling, almost like he was waiting for this to happen.

“I’m laughing at him.” You corrected him. “And it’s only because he looks like an idiot.” The small smile was still on your face. Cedric's eyes analyzed your expression.

“Sure.” He narrowed his eyes at you. You ignored him, looking around the large stadium.

A tall figure slid up next to you, and it sure as hell wasn’t Cedric.

"Aw, did you miss me?" Fred cooed, tilting his head.  

"Absolutely not." You spat out the last word, your smile dissolving and a grimace taking over your face instead.

Just before you could get another snarky response out, a string of players flew past your head. The strong wind from their brooms nearly made Fred’s hat fly off.

The stadium roared and boomed with cheers from excited fans as more players from the teams flew out. You felt like your eardrums would burst with how loud the twins were.

They only got louder once Viktor Krum flew out.

“Who’s that?” Ginny shouted to her brothers.

“That, sis, is the best seeker in the world!” George exclaimed as he pointed at the Bulgarian wizard excitedly.

“Aren’t you supposed to be cheering for Ireland?” You narrowed your eyes at him and scoffed.

“Yeah, but who doesn’t love Krum!” Fred and George said in unison, George went back to screaming and cheering as players flew past on their brooms. Fred’s eyes averted to your neck, you noticed.

Do not let them ruin your night. Do not let them ruin your night. Do not let them ruin your-

“You know what I haven’t seen in a while, George?” Fred nudged his twin, getting him to look back over. “That necklace we made for her.” A smirk took over both of their faces as George decided to join in.

“Yeah, what happened to that? I reckon you wore it for a bit, then one day it just vanished.” George added in, peeking over Fred’s shoulder.

“I got rid of it. Could you two just watch the bloody game?” You turned your attention to the stadium, not wanting to be reminded of that embarrassing day in the library, the day you stopped wearing the stupid piece of jewelry they’d given you.

Not long after, Cedric returned, and this time, he stood between you and those red-headed boys. Freeing you from being pestered any more.

Despite the final game lasting over two hours, it went by fast. 

And despite being near the twins, you had a good time overall. 

The twins nearly fell out of their seats when Ireland won. They were screaming joyfully at each other. It was something about money and winning a bet. You could barely hear them over the rest of the stadium.

You secretly giggled as they jumped up and down like little girls.

Your time at the Weasleys tent wasn’t as bad as you expected. You talked with Hermione and Ginny some, while Ron preached about Krum to the entire tent. 

“There's no one like Krum!” Ron shouted as he stood up on the small ottoman next to a chair. 

“Krum? Dumb Krum?” Both Fred and George began to repeat this nickname to Ron, acting as if they weren’t cheering for him in the stands.

“He's like a bird the way he rides the wind!” He went on, sounding as if he was performing slam poetry.

“Dumb Krum!” The twins chanted as they ran around him, flapping their arms, mimicking the look that baby birds have when learning how to fly. Fred took the flag he had draped around him and threw it over Ron’s head.

“He's more than an athlete! He's an artist!” Ron cried out as he took the flag off.

“I think you're in love, Ron.” Ginny giggled, Ron only let out a muttered “Shut up.” in response.

“Viktor, I love you!” George began to sing loudly as he grabbed onto Ron’s hand, Fred grabbed onto his other.

“Oh Viktor, I do!” Fred sang mockingly while getting down on one knee. This led to Harry choosing to sing along.

“When we're apart my heart beats only for you!” The three sang to a frowning Ron, who was still standing on the ottoman, shoulders slouched.

Screams and blasts coming from outside interrupted their singing. 

“Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on.” Fred said amusedly as he stood up, not bothering to get a full look outside at what was happening.

He grabbed a cushion and was preparing to join in on a fight between Ron and George when his father came rushing in.

“Stop!” Mr.Weasley shouted at them, getting the attention of everyone in the tent.

“It’s not the Irish.” His voice was stern and there was panic filling up in his face. “We’ve got to get out of here. Now.” His tone of voice didn’t make it sound like a suggestion, everyone began to run out the tent.

Outside was pure chaos. 

Terror. 

Tents were crushed and lit on fire. People were running into the woods, screaming, apparating, trying to get away from something.

You stood frozen in fear at the sight not far from you. 

A group of hooded, masked wizards had their wands pointed upright, above them was a group of four floating in the air. Their figures being contorted and twisted into disturbing shapes. Something you’d see out of a horror movie.

“We’re going to help the Ministry.” Mr.Weasley's voice got your attention, he was standing next to Cedric’s father. “You lot, get back to the portkey and stick together!” He ordered as he took out his wand. Automatically you began to move towards Cedric.

“Fred and George, Ginny is your responsibility!” Mr.Weasley shouted before running off. Fred grabbed onto Ginny's hand and started heading towards the forest with George. 

Harry, Ron, and Hermione grouped together and ran off with them.

“Here, I think I know a separate path!” Cedric shouted as grabbed onto your arm.

“You think? Or you know?” You questioned him, your feet stuck in place.

“Can you not do- Would you just trust me?” He bellowed out before he began to run, his hand still gripped around your arm, pulling you with him.

You ran for what felt like ages, constantly bumping into people and dodging fallen over remains of tents and trees.

You could see the forest in the distance when you heard a blast right next to you.

Suddenly, you were being knocked over by strong, hot, wind. It was strong enough to where Cedric lost his grip on your forearm. You hit the ground and your head hit something too.

Cedric tried to turn and run back to you, it seemed impossible due to the crowds pushing him, he could move with the crowd and not against, leaving you there. 

You brought your hand to the side of your head, feeling a warm liquid smudge onto your fingers and you put your hand in front of your eyes, blood.

You weren’t able to process the fact that your head had just been busted open for long once more crowds of people began to run through, many accidentally kicking or stepping on you while rushing to get out.

All you could do was just lay there, groaning and trying to stay conscious as you were repeatedly hit. Your weakened limbs weren’t much help when trying to pick yourself up.

Even if you could get up, you wouldn’t know where to go. Cedric was out of sight and people were running in different directions.

You don’t remember how long you were stuck on the ground for. Maybe it was only a minute, maybe five, maybe ten. Who knows. It felt like forever. 

Only remembering the horrible feeling of hundreds of scared and panicked feet running over you, on you, or accidentally kicking you, few people tripping over you, only to get back up and continue running. The wet tears sliding down the side of your face and the taste of metallic in your mouth, the smell of sweat and smoke filling your lungs.

You could see the dirt footprints from peoples shoes all over your legs, stomach, everywhere, some blood too. 

You couldn’t tell if it was others or your own.

You started to lose all hope of someone helping, you chose to close your eyes and depressedly wish your body would go numb or that you would fall unconscious so you wouldn’t have to feel the pain anymore.

“Hey! Help me get her up!” A voice shouted as you felt someone lift you up by the underneath of your armpits. You were being dragged away from your spot on the ground and through the fiery campsite, you couldn’t even hold up the weight of your own head.

Eventually you heard the same voice mutter the words  “Fuck it.” and you were no longer being dragged, you were being picked up and held bridal style. You were able to use enough of the little strength you had left to get a good look at who was holding you. 

You lifted up your head and saw the last person you’d expect to see.

“Fred?” You mumbled, your eyes squinted and your head dizzy.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’re gonna get you help.” Fred said as he ran, his breathing heavy and panicked. 

The orange flames all around lit up his face, you scanned it with your eyes, taking in the details.

Has he always had so many freckles?

Has his hair always looked so soft?

Have his eyelashes always been so long?

It must've been the fumes of the smoke getting to you, causing these thoughts.

Fred would occasionally look down at you while running, making sure you were still conscious. You saw the look on his face, the look of shock, of worry, of panic, of fear.

Your eyesight began to get blurry, it was getting more and more difficult to keep your eyes open and your head up. Your body gave in, your head fell back, you went limp. Fred was cursing to himself.

“Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit.” He uttered, breathing heavily as he caught up to his family.

You had small moments of consciousness, constantly fading in and out. It was a struggle to keep your eyes from going blurry, you were only able to get a clear look of the night sky, trees above you, and occasionally Fred's face. 

You remembered bits and pieces of conversation between the group once he had reached the rest of them.

“Where were- oh Merlin, what happened?” A similar voice to Fred’s called out, most likely George.

“She must’ve tripped or got knocked over, people were trampling her.”

“Fred, is that your blood?” Ginny pointed out, she noticed the fresh stains of blood covering the sleeve of his cardigan.

“No. It’s hers. Possibly. I think she hit her head somehow, she’s injured somewhere.”

Large running footsteps were heard coming towards you. 

“Dad!” You heard Ginny call out.

“Are you all- oh dear, is she-“ It was an older man's voice, most likely Mr.Weasley. You cut off his question with a groan of agony.

“Well, that shows she’s alive.” George quipped in with some poorly timed humor.

“Wait, where have Ron and Harry and Hermione gone?” Mr.Weasley stressed.

One of the loudest explosions shook the ground, you felt the vibration as your arms and legs dangled around when Fred ducked down.

“We’ll search for them, get the girls to the portkey, go!” Arthur commanded, Fred shook his head frantically, you felt him begin to run, stress filling his face.

“Don’t get her hurt anymore than she already is!” Arthur called out from a distance.

You couldn’t remember anything after that. You’d lost consciousness for the last time.

Fred kept his eyes on you the entire time you were both flying and falling through the portkey, focused only on you, he used his body as a shield when you both hit the ground, hoping neither of your bones broke.

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the rust that grew between telephones - c. pulisic

authors note: saw a video on twitter where christians parents called him a 'shy, soft spoken kind of guy' and I got really soft over him gif credit to owner word count: 2.6 k

you’re dead asleep when the phone screen begins to light up the room. you blindly reach for the it on your nightstand, refusing to fully exit your slumbered state. surely you had set your alarm clock to the wrong time last night, because there was no fucking way it was already time to start the day. you’d bet your life that you had just fallen asleep, at max, an hour ago. 

it’s okay, you try to convince yourself. it’s probably only midnight and I have many, many hours of sleep left. 

yet, as you peek one eye open, it is not your blaring alarm illuminating your screen and room. you’re met with christians contact photo. suddenly, you feel wide awake. the sleepiness and appeal to go back to bed is long forgotten, now only eager to hear his voice. 

answering the call, his raspiness indicated he’d also just woken up. you hear his low voice, “hey baby.”

oh.

oh how you missed his voice, especially as the first thing to hear in the morning. if you closed your eyes, you could perfectly envision waking up by his side. tired eyes and soft giggles, as he pulls you close to him. you feel slightly pathetic over how your heart begins to hurt. it had only been a few weeks since you’d last seen him, yet the yearning was unbearable. you missed him. you always do when you’re apart, but recently it has been worse. your skin itched for his, lonely nights spent counting down the minutes until the season would be over and he’d be coming back home. 

“hey you,” trying to sound as awake as you can, stifiling a yawn that wants to escape you. he must not realize how late it is on your end. sitting up, you pinch yourself a few times to become more alert. you manage out a somewhat energetic, “everything okay?”

“yeah, everythings okay over here.” his voice is softer than usual, sadder if anything. he pauses for a moment, you can feel his hesitation before speaking. soon enough he whispers his confession, uncertain and slightly embarrassed. you might have missed it if you weren’t hanging on to every word he was saying. “I just really miss you.” 

your heart aches even more, if possible. “i miss you, too.”

“like, really bad y/n,” he’s always struggled with properly articulating his feelings. he prefers to affirm his love for you with simple, small acts and sweet, shy touches. telling you his true feelings always resulted in him turning a blushing and stuttering mess. therefore, you know how much this must really be affecting him, for him to outwardly say this. your heart breaks as he goes on, “do you know how much it sucks to wake up and not have you right next to me? it’s horrible.”

you do know, you always feel like that in his absence. 

“i know, my love.” you sit up, trying to wipe away the weariness from your eyes. “but we’ll be together soon, yeah?”

“soon.” he confirms, it’s the only promise that's managed to keep him sane. 

hoping to keep him on the line and distracted from the ungodly hour he woke you up, you ask him about what he has planned for the day. its meaningless talk, really. he goes on about the scheduled training and new tricks they’ve been working on, occasionally complaining about the team's current slump. once in a while you hum, letting him know you're attentive to every word he’s saying. yet you’re more focused on how soothing his voice was, it was all warmth and safeness to you.

still clueless of the time, he asks what your plans are. you begin to mumble about the exams and work you have planned for tomorrow- well, for today. you too, in return, complain of how exhausted uni life has been treating you and the endless pile of assignments you can never seem to finish. 

your error is droning on about how tiring it all is, because it just makes you revert back to your drowsy state. you don’t even realize when your words begin to die off and a rather large yawn breaks loose.

“y/n? are you falling asleep?” christian frowns. he had been too wrapped up in the horrible mood he had woken up in, he hadn’t thought of the wretched time difference. “wait, what time is it?” 

“uhm,” your hesitation lasts too long for his liking. instantly, it all clicks for him.

“fuck”, he groans. “it’s the middle of the night, isn’t it?”

“no.”

deny deny deny. 

if he realized it was so fucking late, he’d send you back to sleep. that was the worst fate he could condemn you to, you were sure of it. with him training all day and the drastic time difference, moments to properly talk were rare. you weren't going to give up this precious, stolen time with him. your scarce phone calls consisted of quick recounts of what you'd both done that day and gentle whispers of how much you’d missed each other. too soon, one of you would have to hang up to either get started on your day while the other had to unwind from their day already spent. 

you didn’t care how childish you sounded, you weren’t going to let him make you go to sleep. he couldn't make you! 

“y/n.” he was much more serious, more stern. when he got like this, you liked to tease him, calling it his ‘captain voice’. that’d usually leave him with reddened cheeks and arguments long forgotten.

it comes out more of a question, then an assurance. “I was already awake?”  

“y/n.” he repeats. yeah, it was a long shot that he’d believe that. 

you mock him, “christian.” 

you hear him begin to huff out his disapproval of your childish antics. much to your dismay, another damned yawn escapes you. no point in trying to win now, you rest your head back on the pillow and accept your defeat. you sigh, “okay, I was asleep.”

he makes a noise that sounds like a mixture of a disappointed groan and a victorious ‘hmph’. 

oh my sweet boy, how I miss you. 

“i’m so sorry,” he’s sputtering out apologies faster than you can try to assure him it’s all okay. “I was dreaming of you and then I woke up and you weren’t here. I felt horrible. I needed to hear your voice before I went insane. I called without thinking, i’m so sorry I woke you. go back to sleep, please.”

your reply is automatic, “no.”

“yes.” he tries (and fails) to reason with you, “you just told me how busy you’re going to be in the morning!”

“you can’t make me!” you argue.

“y/n.”

“so i’ve been called.”

“go back to sleep,” he tries again. you’re tempted to do it just because it’s him asking you. you would do anything he’d ask of you, it's quite humiliating how you’re putty in his hands. no, you have to stand your ground. you had missed him too much and you weren’t ready to say your goodbyes. back to his shy state, “i’m now very embarrassed that I called.”

that irks something in you. you’re stupidly obsessed with him, you’d go days without sleeping if it meant you could always talk to him. the fact that he doesn’t get that offends you quite a bit. if he’s embarrassed over how much he misses you, then you should be utterly humiliated. 

“christian,” your voice comes out harder than you’d planned. “listen to me.”

instantaneously, his protest had stopped and the line had gone silent. you pull the phone away from your face, unsure if he’d hung up to make you go back to your unwanted slumber. no, the call was still connected. putting the phone back to your ear, you barely caught his faint, “yeah?”

“i’m glad you called.” suddenly, you feel as shy as you imagined he did. you also struggle to express your feelings but you’re desperate to keep him on the call, not wanting to part ways yet. “i’ve missed you terribly.”

another pause, “really?”

“I can’t believe you’d even question it,” you utter in disbelief. “of course idiot, ‘m always missing you.”

“i’m not questioning it!” all the clatter on his end of the line has stopped. you’d assumed he was getting ready to leave for training and now you were both left in silence. it takes him a few seconds to gather his thoughts and words. eventually, “i’m sorry, i’m just in my head right now. have i told you how much this distance sucks?”

“i know, my love” the urge to hold him and kiss him is borderline pathetic. trying harder to distract him from the sad thoughts and prior argument, you have to think fast. you drop your voice a tad lower. you try your best to sound as alluring as possible, “that’s why we should really take advantage of the time we have right now. c'mon, think of the fun things we could do at this late, late hour.”

you begin to mumble half-hearted details of what you had in mind, yet christian hums his disapproval.

“y/n, stop trying to seduce me.” the ‘captain voice’ reappears. “it’s only late for you and you’re about to go back to sleep, or else.” 

it’s a teasing threat. you both can’t deny the smiles you’re fighting as the conversation unravels. scolding words but you know him, this was your usual banter. 

“oh, yeah?” you counter back. “what are you going to do when you’re thousands of miles away, huh? and like i’ve said countless times, i’m not even tired!” 

“you yawned three times as you told me ‘all the filthy things’ you wanted to do to me, i’m positive you’re tired.”

“oh baby, I think you need to get your hearing checked because I was not yawning.” you scoff, scolding yourself for getting caught. your brain fumbles trying to think of a good comeback. you blurt the first thing that comes to mind, “that's just how I breathe.”

“then you’re the one who needs to go get checked because thats some weird fucking breathing.”

you snort, “has anyone ever told you how good of a flirt you are?”

“no,” he deadpans, the captain voice more present than ever.

“hmm, I wonder why. should we, maybe, try to figure out why that is?” 

“y/n,” he’s not letting you sidetrack him again. “please, go to sleep.”

you whine once more, “but I wanna keep talking to you.” 

“i know, pretty girl but you have to sleep.”

you feel yourself losing this fight. trying to find some common ground, “will you stay on the call if I go to sleep?”

christian weighs his options, “promise to actually go to sleep?”

“promise to keep talking?” you counter back.

“if i promise, will you stop answering my questions with a question?”

you force yourself to hold back your laughter, “will you?”

he laughs and you’re unashamedly proud that you’re the cause of it. you’re sure you hear him call you a ‘smart ass’ but he swiftly denies it. 

much to your delight, christian begins to tell you an in depth play by play of their last game and how he thought they could improve. half of you wants to fight the sleepiness and continue listening to his rambles, but the sane part of you begs for some needed rest. you don’t even notice when you drift off, slipping back into dreams of the next time you’ll see christian. 

meanwhile, christian chatters on, even after you’ve fallen asleep. as he gathers his things to leave, he talks about everything and nothing. he tells you about how mason gave up on learning chess within the first ten minutes of christian trying to teach him. he tells you about how he found a new restaurant for the both of you to try next time you visit. the whole drive to the bridge, he recounts funny things that had happened with the guys and the latest gossips he knew you liked hearing about. he even managed into sneaking in a few, shy ‘i love yous’. as he went on and on, he knew you’d want to hear this again, once conscious, but he didn’t mind. he’d happily repeat himself a million times for you. 

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he’s gotten even more handsome, you’re sure of it. you hadn’t thought it was possible but here he was, in all his glory. big brown eyes and now close enough to chart the freckles across his cheeks. those stupid phone calls and banter don’t measure up to the way he’s looking at you right now.

he had told you there was no need to pick him up from the airport, that you shouldn’t subject yourself to the hassle. clearly you went against his wishes, tackling him as soon as you had sights on him. that's how you were now, pressed flush against him, arms entangled around each other with promises of never letting go. 

“hey baby,” he whispers, lips pressed to your ear. “lets go home, yeah?”

instead of replying, your wrapped arms give him a gentle squeeze. unaware of the few curious glances directed towards the pair of you, you wonder if it’s physically possible to get any closer to him. 

“i’m never leaving your side again.” you mumble, face pressed to his chest. you try to peek up a glance at him, looking away immediately when you see his heavy gaze already on you. why does he have to look at me like that? it makes me feel like i’m on fire. slightly shaking your head, “i’m serious, one day they’re going to have to pry my corpse from yours.”

his dimple is more prominent than ever, “y/n, you really need to stop trying to seduce me.”

you both laugh, basking in each other's presence. christian presses a kiss to your hair, reaffirming how much he had missed you. his left arm never unwrapping from your waist, even when you begin to walk to the car.  

it’s a quick drive from the airport to your shared home. after unpacking and dinner and intimate touches were shared, you’d found yourselves laid in bed. your head resting on his chest, your fingers were mindlessly tracing the outlines on his tattooed arm. 

christian lets out a content sigh, “you have no idea how much i’ve missed this, missed you.” 

“i missed you more.”

after the busy evening you had just spent, it’s no surprise when you see him begin to snooze off. you don’t mind, you finally had him in arms reach and reassurance that you had many days to have the conversations that had been too scant. 

 

you murmur, soft and quietly, “go to sleep, baby.”

“hey,” he barely peeks one eye open, the corner of his lip threatening to quirk up. “that's my line.”

you roll your eyes, giving him one final kiss to his bare shoulder “night, i love you.”

instead of responding, he wraps his arms around your waist and flips you to your side. you let out a surprised yelp but nonetheless, your body automatically finds the perfect way to fit with his. instantly, he pulls you close to him, leaving a delicate kiss on your earlobe. you barely hear his low, “i love you too.”

after that, his faint snores are all that is heard. you follow in his steps, eyes growing heavier by the seconds. yes, sleeping is much better when christians voice rings right next to you and not through a phone.

feedback is greatly appreciated please!

[lawva-girl]

Historically.. We don't mix. pt. 2

Law x fem!Reader, College AU

Pt. 1

Notes: Sorry i took forever, i kinda forgot i even posted this... HERES PT 2!!! let me know about any ponderances or possibly any errors... i dont have a beta reader or anything.. ALSO i could not come up with a nickname for reader..... so in the chat rooms i put "Y:" for "You". PLEASE tell me suggestions i will go back and fix it :D

WC: 2526

Back at the dorm that Law and Bepo shared, there was no chatter. Law was simply laying in bed with his laptop open to 5 tabs, one for each of the classes he was taking. He was taking all history classes this semester, since his counselor told him to. He would definitely miss the bio information but he did like history. Scrolling through each class, he breezed through all of the syllabus quizzes. Once he felt satisfied, it was onto checking his email, with one catching his attention. 

“DIRE!! MAKE AN APPOINTMENT OR TEXT ME ITS EMERGENT!” The email title felt like a scam but he knew it was not, in fact it was a daily burden. The man who had sent it, his counselor and adoptive father, always communicated like this. After opening the email, he found himself irritated again, Cora had only wanted to remind him that classes start today. 

“How would I not know?” Law muttered to himself. Reading through the email, then deciding he had been too neglectful of the man Law opened up their chat.

L: I know it was the first day, I got to my first two classes on time.  C: Good!!! I miss you! <3  C: Any new friends?!  C: Do you like your professors?? I hand picked them :D  L: Hand picked? You are making me socialize on purpose.  C: Not true! Nico Robin is the smartest! She already had her masters by the time most have an associates!  L: The classes are fine. Bepo made a friend, her name is Perona. C: Oh! Mihawk’s kid! Good to know she’s here! Is his step-daughter here too? Maybe y/n?  L: Yes.  C: Oh! I heard she’s similar to you! Maybe you two can be friends or something?  L: How long did you have to think to come up with this plan of yours?  C: No idea what you are talking about…. L: Cora.  C: … C: Anyways, have you gotten all the textbooks you need?  C: I want to make sure you find them all!  C: It's my job, you know.  L: I still have two more classes to go to tomorrow, but i’ll be fine.  L: Thanks.  C: Anything for you! We should meet for lunch soon! I can make you salmon rice balls! Like when you were still a baby… remember? You loved my cooking! L: I did not. You should not be in a kitchen alone, Ill meet you on friday at 11.  L: Don’t start until i'm there. Please.  C: Okay !!!!! C: I'll see you then law! C: Cant wait ! C: Sleep tight <3<3<3 

Law closed his laptop, relaxing his shoulders. He glanced over and Bepo was already asleep. He kicked off his blanket and got up to go to the bathroom. After he finished his business, washing his hands like any good bio major, he strolled to the microwave area. He had only wanted water but he saw the picture of him holding a letter, standing next to Cora. Staring at it, he wondered why the giant had wanted him to socialize so much. It’s not like he never sees human faces, or stays inside all day everyday. He just liked being alone when he could, no one to ask him stupid questions. 

After finishing his water, Law went back to bed. 

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The two went through the rest of the week, meeting each other an embarrassing amount of times. Neither one had any reason to talk to the other, so they didn’t. Until Wednesday rolled around, and they were back in Nico Robin’s class. 

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“Someone has it out for me. I know it for sure” You wrote in your journal, along with the date and class name. Looking at Law, like you had these past two days, made you realize it more. 

“I have pissed off whatever god actually exists and they want me to repent. There is no way that all four of my classes are naturally shared with Trafalgar.” You finish scribbling away in your journal, just in time. 

“Okay, pass forward the paper I handed out to you. This was just a fun assignment to see what areas we, as a class, are most interested in.” She spoke smoothly, with an even tone. It was almost like she didn’t care, or like she had done this 20 times. 

You heard some of your classmates groan and while you agreed, you thought it was inappropriate to voice that. Tapping a pen on the paper of your journal idly, you waited for more instructions. Even though your classmates weren't raised well, your father had done a fine job with you. You were nice, respectful, studious. Sure you are shy but it's not like it mattered. 

Why speak to people and risk being embarrassed if they don’t want to talk to you? 

“Okay, as I said before this class is based in groups and communication. Please tell one person about what you studied for this assignment.” Robin had said before sitting at her desk with a book in hand. 

Suddenly everyone was talking but you and one other person. 

“My assignment is on the Five years war. I chose it because of a coin flip, I found the sources in the library database.” Already you were irritated. Another interaction with the man who had no manners. 

“Hello. That is how you start a conversation, who raised you? Anyways, my assignment is on the First Crusade. I chose it because it was the first war I thought of-” “Really? The first? Liar.” He interrupted you, of course a man like him would. 

You squinted at him, before responding with “Not lying, I was watching a documentary on the pope a day before class, which made me think of all the holy wars. It's not polite to interrupt people.” 

“Okay. I think we have discussed enough.” “Fine.” You scoffed at him mentally, before turning back to face the front of the room. 

“Okay now, I want someone to tell me about their partner's work! This is worth participation, as a friendly reminder.” She smiled eerily 

You did not raise your hand, in fact you looked away. If you were called on you would end up having to lie, since stupid Trafalgar didn’t tell you anything about his assignment. 

“Okay, randomly generated, we will have Mr. Trafalgar, Mr. Reyes, and Ms. Churchill. In that order please.” “My partner researched the First Crusade, she told me that she learned about the context of the war. Specifically Pope Urban the second’s motivations for launching the crusade, who was mainly following the lead of the Byzantine emperor. She also learned about the cost of the war, not only economically but also what it did for the Pope’s approval rating.” Incredible. He pulled all that from his ass? Wasn’t he a double major? How long ago did he even learn that? How was he able to say it so confidently? He is actually smart?! Hold on, he could’ve seen the same documentary you did and just so happened to remember important stuff. But even then, he didn’t even hesitate, he was so confident, even with a professor like Nico Robin. 

“Very good, point earned. Mr. Reyes?”

As he relaxed into his chair, you couldn’t help but stare. His hair was sticking out, a bit unruly from his beanie. It was white with weird black spots on it, maybe a statement about faux animal fur? Could he be vegetarian or something? Maybe he likes to hunt? His sideburns went right into his weird facial hair, “should be shaved” was scribbled into your journal, along with “spots?” and of course “T is smart?”. You saw his black hair under his beanie and thought of your father, who would never slouch like the man in front of you was. 

“Okay good to hear. This wraps up our class for today, I’ll see you all on monday.” 

You started gathering your things, excited to go back to Perona. She promised she would have your favorite food ready for you as soon as your class ended. It was a little weird, but you two always were close. 

“Are you always the last to leave?” The sudden voice pulled you from your thoughts, and made you drop your pencil case. No pencils escaped but the case clunked right under whoever had just shocked you. Law, with no expression on his face, immediately thought of his giant  adoptive father; who was extremely clumsy.  

“No. Are you stalking me? I feel like the campus police or a trusted adult should know about this.” You looked up at him, not reaching for your case at all. 

“I’m not, somehow, we have the exact same class schedule. With the exception of my online class.” “That's crazy buddy… Will you grab my case?”

“You can’t get it yourself?” He scoffed and folded his arms. 

“I think the reason why I dropped it should be the one to get it for me, no?” You thought he looked childish, folding his arms like he just got told to go to his room. 

“Fine.” He reached down, grabbing the case and placing it on your desk, “even though you were closer to the floor… I'm sorry.” He looked away as he said it. Once again you thought he was childish. 

You found yourself staring again. This time you noticed his hands, the word ‘death’ tattooed on his fingers, and the heart on the back of his hand. Shocked to say the least.

“Holy shit.” Huh? You said that outloud? Maybe you weren’t nice. 

You looked up to see Law’s face, somewhere between shock and disgust.

“Oh uh.. I meant, holy shit your tattoos are cool. They look like they hurt.” Maybe you saved it, you really did mean it in admiration. 

“It was painful, but worth it. Bearable at times.” He looked at his hand and held it up between the two of you. Shocked that he held it up for display, you raised your eyebrows. Staring at the tattoo, you were about to reach out and hold his hand closer so you could get a better look at the line work. Then your thoughts were interrupted.

“I know we aren’t on the best terms, but you heard the professor. I think it would be a good idea to bite the bullet and partner up.” He said it so matter-of-factly you almost agreed without realizing you were lost. 

“Huh? Partner?” you blinked up at him. “Of course you weren’t paying attention. The collaborative presentation that you and another student must present on the 18th?” He sounded annoyed, but his face wasn’t telling. 

“Yes! Sorry I got lost in my thoughts, we might as well partner up. I don’t have anyone else in mind, so I can stick with you.” You finished packing, finally, and stood up. Swinging your bag onto your back, you held out your hand towards him. 

“Okay… What is that for?” He nodded down to your hand. 

“Give me your phone. I’ll put my email in. We can make a google slide and share it that way.” 

He paused, with a semi frown on his face then gave up. He put his phone in your hand, and watched intently as you typed in something. Then you returned his phone, much to his delight. 

“Bye then. Just do 5 slides on the First Crusade or whatever other war the pope has started.” He put both of his hands in his pocket as he casually strolled out, leaving you to the room. 

“Hey! We should at least pretend you won't be a dick this whole time! Don’t boss me around!” You realized that you had said that just a bit too loud for the circumstances. Maybe you weren’t nice. 

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Y: Okay! I just left class, do you have my salmon nigiri?  Y: You won't believe how good I was today. P: WHST  P: who are you?  P: The y/n i know would never ever say that.  P: Yes i do have it ready :) Y: I had to partner up with Him :/  Y: The strength  Y: Also he has finger tattoos?  Y: What the fuck.  P: You didn’t see them before?  Y: Sir traffy has been through it P: I wonder if hes like some ex-gang member? P: That is such a gang member thing to get tattooed P: Why aren’t you responding?  P: Helllllooooooo  P: y/n P: y/n P: ….

“Rona! You are literally crazy. I was walking over here, that's why I wasn’t responding.” You closed the door behind you, making sure to lock it. 

“Anyways! I’ve never seen you have such a strong reaction! To a guy no less, did he like to recite everything in the declaration of independence?” Perona called out to you while you entered and took off your shoes.

You walked over to the kitchen, where she wasdoing some dishes. Tossing your bag on the couch, then taking a seat at the bar that was connected to the kitchen. “If he did that I would’ve proposed on the spot… He just is kinda smart? It’s freaky! One second he’s brushing me off and not wanting to talk to me at all, the next he's explaining the cause of the First Crusade? Well… Kinda.” Perona turned with two plates in hand, and took a seat next to you. She placed the plate of sushi in front of you, “Well honestly i'm not surprised… Bepo says he is always studying.” 

“You talk about him with Bepo? Perona…” you made a disappointed face at her as you pulled your plate closer to you. “Noooo it’s all kosher! Bepo just offers up info about everyone he knows. I think he just doesn’t have a filter or whatever.”

“Yeah…” you took a piece of nigiri and dipped it, then ate it. As you chewed and swallowed you thought of your dad, “Do you think your dad would come visit us here?” 

“Hmmm only if your dad forced him to. I can picture it now ‘don’t you miss our girls?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Then lets go! You pay and ill bring the beer!’ ‘beer isn’t allowed on a plane shanks’ or something like that…” Perona tried her best but didn’t really get the overall attitude of your dads. You decided not to comment and just take another bite. 

“Do I get to know why you asked?” Perona said, food in her mouth.

“Traffy, as you call him, has hair as dark as Mihawk’s. It made me think of him today…”

“Sigmund Frued would have a lot to say to you right now.” “No he wouldn't, he’s dead.” 

“Not for long…” “What the fuck?” You both burst out in laughter at the same time, something you had only ever done with your sister. 

After dinner it was off to bed, except you weren’t actually sleeping. Your laptop was open on your lap, on the google slides page. The document was created, named, and shared to Traffy. It wasn’t the most well-mannered thing, but you decided that nicknames meant you’re friends. Your sister desperately wanted you to have friends, and this would make her think you had them. You didn’t like the deception, if you could call it that, but it's not like you were gonna go out and get real friends. 

You started typing away, filling out 3 slides with information and pictures before deciding to get actual sleep. 

[munson-blurbs]

Eddie, diary, detention ^^

Oh, y'all are getting sick of Eddie fluff fics? Too bad, sorry xoxoxo 💚

Warnings: none, all fluff!

WC: 1.2k

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“Goddamn Carver,” Eddie mutters to himself, slinging his backpack onto the desk and plopping into the attached chair. “Always running his goddamn mouth and then pulling the ‘But I have basketball practice’ excuse to get outta trouble.” He brings his voice up to a grating falsetto, mocking the jock’s whiny tone. “But does Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson get the same courtesy for his Hellfire campaigns? No, sir, he does not.”

“Wonderful monologue, Mr. Munson,” Mrs. O’Donnell says dryly, heels clacking as she walks through the open doorway. “Perhaps you’ll be a playwright in your next life.”

“Like one lifetime isn’t enough,” Eddie grumbles, low enough so his least favorite teacher can’t hear him. 

O’Donnell peers at him over her horn-rimmed glasses. “You know the drill better than I do, Mr. Munson,” she scoffs with a wry smile. “One hour. No talking, no music, no funny business. You may do homework if you’d like, though I don’t anticipate you choosing now to act like a star student.” 

Eddie slumps down into his seat. He’d already counted all the ceiling tiles last week when he ended up here after shoving Patrick for picking on Dustin Henderson. Guess I’ll start on the floor tiles now, he thinks grimly. 

He makes it to 28 before something catches his eye. In one of the baskets underneath a desk is a purple leather-bound notebook. The way it’s resting halfway out of the basket looks like it had fallen out of a backpack or accidentally left behind. It’s too fancy to only be used for school, and it piques his curiosity. 

“Uh, Mrs. Oh-Dee?” Eddie blurts out, shooting his hand up in the air. “Can I grab a textbook? I think I’m gonna take you up on that homework offer.”

The teacher rolls her eyes. “Fine,” she quips. “And for the last time, stop calling me that.”

But Eddie’s already scrambling to the seat, plucking the journal from its spot and shielding it with a history book. As soon as he opens the cover, his eyes widen. 

This diary belongs to is printed on the first page, with a name handwritten in neat cursive underneath. 

“Shit,” Eddie breathes, earning a scowl from O’Donnell. This is your diary. 

Eddie doesn’t have too many classes with you; you’re in mostly honors courses, while he’s in his third senior year. But you do take health together, and he constantly finds himself stealing glances at you whenever he can. 

He knows he shouldn’t read any further; he can close the diary and turn it into the Lost and Found box. But Eddie Munson’s never been known for his impulse control, and before he knows it, he’s skimming the pages. 

Most of the entries don’t draw too much of his attention. There’s one from a few weeks ago about an argument you had with your best friend, but Eddie’s seen you two laughing together since then, so he assumes all’s well. A few days ago, you’d just written, “that history test was a bitch” accompanied by a frowning face. Eddie laughs quietly, knowing you’d probably aced it. 

It’s the entry after that where he finds what he’s looking for. 

Mr. Ellison paired me up with Eddie today! We had to work on an anti-smoking poster together, which was ironic, because he reeked of cigarettes. He asked me what I was doing this weekend, and I thought he was going to ask me out, but he didn’t. Guess he’s not into shy nerdy girls. Then again, who would be?

Eddie’s heart sinks into his stomach. If you only knew how much he wants to take you to dinner, hold hands across the table, maybe kiss you after splitting an ice cream sundae. He had planned on asking you out that day, only to wimp out at the last second. 

He hastily tears out the page and pulls out a number two pencil that’s sharpened down to a nub. In the margins next to your entry, he draws and arrow and writes:

He’s definitely into shy nerdy girls, but he didn’t think you’d be into loud metalheads. Meet me at my locker tomorrow before health?

He slips the diary into his bag, vowing to put the note in your locker after his prison sentence—erm, detention, is over. 

~

The next day, Eddie waits by his locker in between second and third periods. His heart pounds in his chest, and his stomach is doing that flip-flop thing it does before a gig. He relaxes a bit when he sees you walking towards him, note in hand. 

“Hey,” you say softly, holding up the sheet of paper. “Did you…”

Eddie laughs nervously. “Y-Yeah, that was me,” he admits. 

Your ears heat up, suddenly bashful. When you found the note, you’d assumed it was some prank by one of the jocks. The fact that it actually was Eddie gives you heart palpitations. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me,” you manage. 

“I didn’t know you felt that way about me till, y’know, I read it,” Eddie mumbles, hoping you’re not too angry about that. 

You cross your arms over your chest. “So, we’re just snooping through diaries now? A bit juvenile, dontcha think?” But your tone is light, despite the truthfulness of your statement. 

“It, um, wasn’t my finest moment,” Eddie’s cheeks turn pink as he reaches into his bag, “which is why I wanted to show you this.” He pulls out a tattered composition book and hands it to you. “It’s not as cute as yours—oh, which I also have, heh.” He offers you your beloved purple journal. 

“Thanks,” you mutter, ensuring that it’s now safely stored in your own backpack before bringing your attention back to his notebook. “What’s this?”

Eddie bites his lower lip anxiously. “It’s my lyric book,” he explains sheepishly. “But not the one I show the guys. This has all my lovey-dovey songs in it. Y’know, shit they’d kick my ass for.” Another nervous chuckle. “They’re, um, they’re about you.”

“Me?!” you ask incredulously. 

“Yeah,” he smiles, letting his fingertips graze your hand. “Figured it was only fair, since I totally read your stuff.”

You flip through the pages, heart warming at the words etched on them. Lyrics like, her smile melts me like snow on my tongue/grow old together but we’ll always feel young make you giggle. “These are really good,” you muse. 

Eddie wrinkles his nose. “Not too corny?”

“Oh, no,” you tease him, “they are extremely corny. But I’m a sucker for a good rhyme scheme, so…” You trail off as Eddie grins. 

“Maybe I could play them for you sometime? Like after school today?” He winces, hoping he doesn’t sound as desperate as he thinks he does. 

You nod. “I’d like that.”

“Cool.” Eddie closes his locker and turns to you slowly, a mischievous twinkle in his chocolate brown eyes. “Actually, what do you say we ditch health and hang out at mine? I promise I’m a lot more interesting than whatever Ellison is going to lecture us about today.”

You peer around the hallway, making sure it’s clear of teachers before slipping your hand into Eddie’s larger, calloused one. “Let’s blow this joint.”

“That’s my girl.”

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[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 29 “Ripped Ripper” [Episode List] Dave’s gym is closed due to maintenance so he decides to do some working out at home. Lazy Tim doesn’t want to join him, but Dave knows how to make things more… interesting for his kinky bro.

POV: Tim

Ripped Ripper

Another lazy Sunday evening, a great reward after a busy week like the one both me and my friend/roommate Dave just had. I was in my bedroom minding my own business, reading stuff on my laptop, listening to some music: perfect pre-Monday night for a guy like me, now 30, too tired at the idea of doing something that demands a bit more commitment than, well, this. I even closed the window shutters this morning so the Sun couldn’t bother me with its very inappropriate life-bringing light.

Luckily, Dave is a fellow lazy man, so I know I have a good roommate when it comes to just chilling in silence, without even interacting, after a long week. I’ll ask if he wants pizza though, least I can do for not, well, not making up any plans for tonight.

“Babe, come here!”

Speak of the Devil.

I heard my bro from his room, next to my own. I know him, he probably didn’t even need me for anything important, as his voice had that tone he uses to mess with me (and our other buds) like the idiot prankster he sometimes can be.

“Here I come.” I replied, very maturely putting a lot of emphasis on that last word.

I… took my time to actually go on check on him, ‘cause I liked the song I was listening to. Once it was over, I managed to get up, almost tripping on my own sweatpants and slippers somehow.

I walked to his room, knocked a couple of times on the door, which was open, and looked at him with the most bored expression I could muster. 

“You rang?” 

Faint rock music was coming out of Dave’s smartphone on a desk while he was sitting on his bed. He was wearing a blue t-shirt, a pair of grey basketball shorts, and sneakers.

“Not interested.” I then said, walking back to my room.

I heard Dave laugh and then his own footsteps right behind me. He grabbed my left arm and pulled me back to his room. I didn’t fight back ‘cause I know I couldn’t; not because of Dave being strong or anything but because I knew he won’t leave me alone the whole evening.

“Not gonna let you dump me for the fourth time this week.” he said.

“I said I’m not interested.” I replied.

He let me go, sat again on his bed and looked up to me.

“No, you said you wanted to exercise.”

“…eventually!”

“You didn’t say ‘eventually’, you said ’next week’.” He got up and patted my shoulder. “Come on, give it a shot.”

I sighed, defeated, but I still wanted to slip my way out of that situation in a way or another.

“I already tried the gym with you once and I got bored pretty quickly.”

“Oh shut up, you stopped showing up because you were too busy crushing on that hot guy, so much so you got too afraid to work in with him.”

I looked at him with a puzzled look, pretending to have no idea of what was he talking about.

“Also I’m way hotter than him and I’m very offended by your poor taste.” he joked.

I rolled my eyes in response, even though, yeah, I do think Dave is quite hot, regardless of my kink obviously.

“Look.” I said. “I just don’t feel like it today, I hav-“

“I have to work tomorrow” he completed my sentence, also doing a very poor imitation of my voice. “So do I, man. It’s not even 4:00 PM. The Sun’s still up. Do you even look outside of your window sometimes?”

I literally shook my head in disbelief.

“Wait, what?”

I sincerely thought it was, like, almost dinner time. Maybe Dave’s got a point, after all.

“…maybe you’re right.”

I noticed a small exercise mat on the floor by Dave’s bed; I simply sat there, waiting for my friend’s instruction.

“Alright, lead me to a healthy life of wellness where I don’t trip on my own slippers.”

“Well you’re in the wrong place!” Dave excitedly said, in a bit of self-irony since he’s not super fit himself, but he’s better than me at this no doubt.

The room was big enough so the two of us could lie on the floor. He pretty much lied on his back next to me as a way to “guide” me through the first exercise, one I was actually familiar with: crunches.

“Should I do some warm-up first?” I asked.

“Yeah, you should have, but since you’re right here just… give it a shot. It’s not like you’re gonna die.” He placed his hands on the back of his own head, starting the exercise. “…I think.”

Even though the fact that I’m into farts and that my friend right here constantly blasts me should be the most embarrassing thing about myself, my performance during this first, relatively easy exercise was definitely more painful to watch: I couldn’t even finish a set (around 20 crunches), while Dave was humiliating me. I struggled so much and felt pain in my chest for some reason; I was already sweating and panting.

Not even 5 minutes in and I already wanted to quit.

“Yeah.” I managed to say, lying on my back, as my bro kept crunchin’. “Not my cup of tea.”

“The hardest part is getting started.” he commented.

“Wow. Thanks Master.” I replied, sarcastically.

He stopped mid-crunch, and turned to me, looking me at funny.

“Tim, blasting you with my farts doesn’t make me your Master.” he said, with a mocking tone.

I instantly sat back up as if I woke up from a nightmare. 

“What the fuck.” I turned to him, as he resumed doing his crunches. “Where did that come from?!”

“It’s fine bro.” he kept teasing me. “You can keep calling me ‘Dave’ if that’s fine for you.” he laughed.

Hearing my straight friend just casually making references to my fart kink, let alone the fact that he constantly face-farts me, will always be wild to me, like a fever dream. And also insanely hot, dammit.

“Is this because I suck at doing crunches?” I asked, not very politely.

“No, it’s because you’re already giving up.” 

“It’s just…” I sighed. “That’s just my thing bro, sorry. But thanks for trying to help, really.”

I lied on my back again, defeated, as Dave kept exercising. I could sense my friend looking at me, probably with his usual smirk, completely unfazed by me moping around, exhausted.

“Well… maybe I can do something to make things a bit more interesting for your lazy ass.” I heard him say, finally breaking the silence.

A silence that soon became a distant memory as the sound of Dave’s sudden, loud fart shook the entire room, easily surpassing the faint rock music coming from his phone. I’m used to my bro’s blasts and trust me, they are almost always loud, but this one felt even stronger somehow. It was also, but that goes without saying, long, like 9 seconds long. 

As ridiculous as I may sound… I had to see it. 

I sat back up one more time so I could get a good view and I saw Dave still lying on his back, one leg up to ease the blast out. How the grey fabric of his basketball shorts could endure that stream of gas is a mystery to me. His eyes were closed: he had the facial expression of someone surprisingly struggling to keep that blast going, a sign that he was holding that gas in for a while, which is unusual ‘cause my friend usually can rip monstrously long and loud blast with relative low effort.

Whether the case… that was a very hot sight, the tent I pitched in my sweatpants being the undeniable proof.

As the fart kept going, Dave lifted his left leg even more, as if there was a recoil, making it even louder.

The fart lasted around 14 seconds and my friend let out a quick sigh of relief as he ripped one last toot out. That sounded (and looked) more exhausting than me trying to do crunches.

The teasing bastard winked at me, ‘cause he knows how to press all the right buttons of my fetish.

“You know what I’m capable of…” he said. “Now imagine my skills, like, powered up by protein shakes.” he laughed and let another loud, but shorter (around 3 seconds) toot out to prove it, not that he needed to, as his farting skills are always jaw-dropping.

Still, he’s a teasing bastard.

The scent of his ass polluting the room reached my nose and I coughed a bit for how rancid that was.

“Are you seriously… bribing me with farts?” that’s a sentence I just said, fuck my life.

“Maybe.” another quick toot followed. “Is it working?”

“I’m going to punch you.” 

“Can’t finish a set of crunches and he wants to punch me.” he laughed. “Pissing you off is so easy bro.”

“I’m not pissed off.” I wanted to clarify. “You… you’re just making me hard.”

Even though Dave knows about my kink and fully accepted me, I still have a hard time letting him know that his farting skills (and teasing, nonetheless) never fail to give me a massive boner.

Dave looked at me funny, faking a serious expression. Then let out another loud rip in response, around 4 seconds long. Why do I even worry…

“Of course.” I simply said, too embarrassed to even look at him though.

As usual, he didn’t care, and only found my awkwardness hilarious. Disgustingly hilarious.

“It’s fine… at least you tried.” he then said. “We’ll give it another shot tomorrow.” 

I turned to him, appreciating the encouraging words.

“Still.” he said, adjusting his position. “I’m still gonna need a spotter to count those.”

“Yeah.” I nodded, without thinking. “I can do that.”

He let out an evil cackle in response, with that smug, hot smirk drawn on his face.

“So, what are we counting? Pushups? Crunches? Stars?”

I remained seated on the floor as Dave stood up, easily towering over me. He looked down to me and I, silly me, realised too late where this was going, even though I should have known.

“Who said anything about pushups and crunches?”

My gassy friend turned around and, simply put, sat full weight on my head as if it was a stool, his very gentle way to force me to lie down, with yet another loud toot thrown into the mix for good measure, one that I could properly smell this time.

The protein shakes are a powerful fuel and the scent reminded me of rotten eggs, which made me cough again as I lied down, letting my bro’s ass crush me.

However, that didn’t happen, not as violently as I expected at least. Dave’s ass was actually hovering only inches from my face; he could easily simply sit on me and let his ass roar but for some reason he didn’t.

“One.” I heard Dave say.

A fart quickly followed, loud, high pitched and wet-ish. I had to close my eyes as I literally felt the rancid gas erupting on my face, the thin grey fabric of Dave’s basketball shorts being the only thing separating me from his raging anus.

After a couple of seconds, the fart ended, and my bro got back up, but he wasn’t done at all. He let me took some breaths of (relatively) fresh air, only to bend his knees again mere moments later.

He was squatting over my face, basically, his ass barely tickling the tip of my nose.

“Two.”

Yet another impressive fart, the stench adding up to what was left of the previous one. Things were already getting too exhausting even for my trained nostrils: this is why I should never leave my room again.

But as much as I could “hate” what was happening, as Dave’s ass roared all over my face, my boner only got harder. My bro is not the hottest man in the world but he is quite hot and having a guy like him blasting me so effortlessly, no strings attached, will never cease to amaze me. 

I was definitely enjoying the sound more than the smell however, which made me feel like I was drowning in a sewer.

“What the fuck did you put in that protein shake, man?!”

I managed to ask, my voice being almost nothing compared to the loudness of the fart Dave was still ripping all over me. However, he did hear me, as his ass “bounced” a bit over my nose, a sign that he was laughing like the jerk bully he sometimes can be.

After a total of 12 seconds I was greeted with newfound silence and my bro got up, but before I could do or say anything or, you know, breathe, he squatted again.

“Three.”

Another loud rip, this time shorter, about 4 seconds, but still extremely dangerous stench-wise. Also, those were getting wetter and wetter. The sweat dampening Dave’s asscrack through his grey shorts didn’t help at all and only made the fart wetter and the stench stronger.

My bro’s ass went silent and I quickly asked a simple question.

“How many squats are you planning to do exactly?”

Dave laughed in response, as usual. “You tell me, it’s leg day.”

The second part of his answer was him squatting again on my face, this time making sure to crush my skull. He then made sure to shove down my throat and nostrils another powerful, protein shake-powered blast.

A wet one, a fully wet one, but Dave was a pro, so I knew it was just very nasty gas. Still, a good challenge to test the limits of my already disgusting kink. The blast was so powerful it made droplets of sweat from his ass rain all over my face: whether Dave was sweating because of the squats or the endeavor of pushing such big farts out I shall never know.

What I did know, is that after 9 seconds, Dave got up again, and at this point I couldn’t even remember what pure oxygen tasted like as not only my face, but the entire room was now basically engulfed with gas.

Dave instead, towering over me, proudly took a deep breath, showing off his muscles (which wasn’t a lot, but he definitely looked ripped when compared to me) and then stared down at his victim.

“And you wanted to quit.” he stated.

I couldn’t even come up with a proper comeback because his ass was already in my mouth, hastily erupting yet another fart, one I could actually taste.

He kept squatting on my face, repeatedly, each time ripping a fart, a loud wet rip, each time sweating more and more. My friend was wearing a pair of grey basketballs shorts but all of that sweat made his asscrack completely visible, basically proving he went commando for some reason, which also meant that there was basically nothing between me and the sheer force of Dave’s anus.

My bro farted so many times in my face over the last months I couldn’t even count it, but things rarely got this… filthy.

I got my face soaked wet in sweat which wasn’t even mine, but rather from Dave’s ass, fart-scented and fart-flavoured sweat; kink or not, my limits were being tested here.

And apparently, Dave’s job is completely ignoring such limits.

For his 20th and final squat, he just completely sat on my face, spreading his legs wide, so my nose could easily fit in his sweaty, ripe asscrack. He wiggled his ass as if he was wiping the sweat off of it using my face, and then I felt him push.

Bubbles, that’s how I can describe it. That display of flatulence was as wet and disgusting as you imagine, a mix of gas and sweat engulfing my nose and nostrils, making my entire head shake, so rancid I could smell it without even breathing in. 

The fart was so thick I could taste it and my eyes were burning for all that gas.

I feared that Dave’s limit were also being tested here, given how wet that fart was; but no, it was just terrible, terrible air coming out from his sweaty ass.

After almost 20 seconds of torture, I was done.

The sewer comparison I made before was now in full effect: truth to be told, I couldn’t take it anymore, I was drowning, suffocating, and I wanted to get out of there, I needed air, like actual air, oxygen.

Mustering all the strength I have in what passes for “muscles” in my arms, I managed, not without struggle, to actually push Dave’s roaring ass away from my face, which actually surprised him as he tripped over.

I coughed my way to freedom and took deep long breaths. The air in the room was still filthy but it felt like pure fresh air compared to the source, the depths of my friend’s ass who, in the meantime, actually stopped farting. I remained there, lying down, wondering how I could even survive those blasts.

Despite being disgusted, pre-cum leaked from the tip of my hard cock, so I guess this wasn’t beyond my limits after all. 

As I kept trying to clean my nostrils by taking more deep breaths, I heard Dave, lying next to me just like before, slow clapping, as if he was some kind of villain of a heist movie being (falsely) impressed by the heroes.

I scolded him with an annoyed glare. “What the fuck are you doing now?”

“Not bad for a first day, huh?” he simply said, with a smirk. “You managed to lift me, that’s impressive.”

“Those were my survival instincts kicking in.” I remarked.

I lied down, exhausted, staring at the ceiling, Dave doing the same. I could once again hear the faint rock music coming from his phone on the desk: good, I was afraid today’s ass-thunders made me deaf.

“I wanna try again tomorrow.” I admitted. “No farts though.” I quickly added.

He laughed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

We remained silent for a few moments, as I tried to ignore the massive boner I still had.

“Look at us.” Dave said. “Covered in sweat, panting. It’s like we just had sex.” he joked.

“You wish.” I replied.

A few more moments of silence, a silence that Dave broke one last time by doing a deft leg-lift to rip a quick, loud, wet toot.

“Told ya it’s leg day.”

The End

[mxsonxmountx]

MM x Blonde

Word count: 596                                                                                                Requested: Yes/No

Bold: Mason

Italics: you

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Masons been debating to change his hair colour for months, he wanted to go blonde, you wanted him to stay darker since dark hair was one of your weaknesses. You’ve always seen him with dark hair, so maybe seeing him going blonde would maybe break you a little. “I have an appointment tomorrow… are you coming?” “What sort of appointment? Where is it?” “It’s at the hair dressers…” “If you’re going blonde, I don’t want to see it” “why? Please come with me, I promise it will look nice, then if you really hate it I’ll change it back to dark for you” “blonde won’t even look good on you, I might come. I’ll see Mase” “what other plans do you have for tomorrow instead of staying in the house?” “I might already have plans… what time is it?” “I’m booked in for 1:30”. You didn’t have any plans but you just didn’t want to see him go blonde. The following day came round quicker before you knew, he was up early doing a morning workout and you was getting ready do to some shopping with a few of the girls. “I’m going now, hopefully see you soon. i love you” “we’ll see Mase… i love you too” you wasn’t upset that he was going blonde, but it was going to break you more than you’d thought. Once Mason left you headed out with the girls, quick shopping trip before you and Mase go on holiday next week. You felt your phone go off and it was Mase, you knew it wasn’t going to send well when you knew he didn’t finish any messages off with any x

You made you way to where he was after you dropped off one of your friends.

“Well… what do you think? It’s not too bright is it?” “I love it, it’s not the bright blonde that I had in mind. Its perfect Mase” “you do?” “yeah, I find it pretty hot” “if I knew you was going to be like this, I would’ve done it sooner” “it’s a favourite, shame you didn’t do it when you had it longer though” “lemme grow it out and you can have it anyway how you want too” he said whilst giving you a quick kiss on the lips. “What do you want for dinner? We can pick something up” “Chinese? We haven’t had that in a while?” 

You drove to the Chinese which was roughly 25 minutes away from where you lived, thankfully Mase had called the order through so you didn’t have to wait around ages for it. “Maybe we can have a chilled night tonight after the Chinese? Maybe you can do your skin care on me or something?” “of course we can Mase” soon as you got home, you plated up the food whilst Mase got the living room ready with blankets, pillows and of course fairy lights. “what’s on your mind Mase?” you said whilst running your hands through his hair, it was something you did when you was friends and it helped him relax so much quicker “nothing, just worried you know” he had his hand tracing the tattoo that you had on your thigh, Mase rarely does something like this, but you could tell he was worried about something “about what?” “What if the fans don’t like the new look? The deadline for the transfers, nobody is safe. It’s all just piling up” “who cares if the fans don’t like it, your girlfriend loves it. We’ll be safe, whatever happens, wherever you go, I’ll be there with you” “thank you”

[c1garettesduringsex]

𝙎𝙏𝙐𝙋𝙄𝘿 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀 | 𝙀.𝙈

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: Eddie and you are in a happy relationship, until your asshole of a brother tries to ruin it all.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: Angst to fluff, established relationship, implied virgins (Eddie and Reader) suggested sex, swearing, bullying, Jason carver being an asshole.

Requested by @borhapgirlforlife19

A/N: its not as long as I'd like it to be, but this was kinda hard to write for me, and I am not sure why...

Having the reputation of being Jason Carver sister, comes with many advantages and disadvantages. you’d like to think the advantages out-way the bad ones. but really its just not true, not when the love of your life is at stake. not when Eddie is out there waiting for you. out of everyone, he’d chosen you. his enemy sister? it would be foolish if Eddie didn’t know what he was getting into with you.

regardless, Eddie adored the shit out of you.

you had given him most of your firsts, kiss, date, prom. it was only a matter of time until it was all of your firsts, sex, and the “i love you” but Jason would never let that happen, no. not on his watch.

needless to say, Jason carver doesn’t like Eddie Munson. because he for one, Worships the devil, is a freak for having different style…oh and the freak is dating you…Jason carver’s sister.

Jason had already “expressed” his feelings when he found out, which you’d both already been dating a few weeks before he even took notice. his first words to you were

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” followed by his friends behind him as he burst through the door of your bedroom. you hadn’t been doing anything in particular other than sitting on your bed reading a magazine. you had answered in something close too “meaning what?”

he then continued to have an extremely angry rant in your bedroom about how hes a freak and bad influence…or something? you hadn’t really listened at all.

you couldn’t bare to hear him talk about Eddie, your Eddie.

a few weeks later, when you’d been at school awaiting the love of your life by his locker, he had yet to show up…in fact he never showed up. you’d figured he had probably gone home early and hadn’t thought to much about it.

however when he didn’t show up to his locker the next morning, you took that as a sign to maybe you’d done something towards him.

nonetheless ‘one more day’ you thought, if Eddie isn’t there tomorrow. you’ll actually do something about it. because what if it was all for nothing? and he really just was busy after all?

while approaching your house, you made notice of Jason’s friends cars parked outside. not unusual they all practically lived here anyways. that was until you walked inside…and they were all huddled around a piece of paper, pen inside Jason’s fist.

“What are you all doing?, I know you don’t do assignments” slipping off your shoes, then dropping the school bag. the second you tried to get a peek of the paper, you were pushed away, a scowl instantly making its way to your features.

“nothing, don’t worry about. go to your room or something” Jason muttered, continuing to write on the mysterious paper. “whatever, wasn’t interested anyways” you muttered, walking halfway up the stairs before listening to them. it was muffled, but it was something along the lines of “that will teach the freak” or maybe “he will learn to stay away” you kept in mind to tell Eddie tomorrow he was planning something. then rushed off to bed.

you’d expected to not see Eddie at his locker, but he was there. instantly making your way to wrap your arms around him, in a hug. but when he didn’t wrap his hands around you. and whisper your favorite sentence “hey sweetheart, looking gorgeous” you almost instantly recoiled. looking up at him with a confused gaze.

it was a few seconds before he seemed to finally gather the words to speak. “Get away from me.” what? that was absolutely not the thing you had hoped to hear from your boyfriend. “Eddie? Baby, what are you talking about?” that only seemed to make him more mad, he used his hands to cover his eyes. most likely to shield tears from your vision.

“how are you still talking to me, right now? after the shit you said?” now the tears had made way to your own eyes, they leaked down your cheeks. hot, wet and shameful.

“w-what did i say..?” your voice was quiet, shaky. he seemed to notice but took no care in that moment, instead walking the other way, nose sniffling. your heart shattered, watching him walk away angry. something you wished to never see.

you thought about following him, but chances were that he’d just leave again. so you waited until he had no where to go.

Hellfire.

the one place that Eddie would be no matter what. no matter the time or day, he’d always show up.

so you did exactly that, waited…and waited, in fact you waited hours until hellfire had started. a little anxious to enter the room, had he told everyone what you ‘said’? did hellfire now hate you? a million thoughts rushing through your head, but eventually just opening the door. deciding to face the fears of your relationship.

as soon as you opened the door, it was all eyes on you. a few eyes rolled, a few sighed and looked the other way. but not Eddie, oh no. his eyes were locked onto you.

“…I’ll be right back, boys.” Placing his keys on the table, he walked outside the Hellfire room. shutting it behind you both.

“What are you doing here?” He immediately whispered, clenching his fists by his sides. “Eddie…I…I never wrote any note to you, i never said anything about you” the tears came rolling back in against your will. hands clawing at his chest, trying to get him to believe you somehow.

“save the act, i have the note right here. Carver” You think, you might’ve actually flinched at the last name, ‘Carver’ as Eddie shoves the paper in your hands, they immediately go to open the scrunched up note. hands shaking and wet with tears.

eyes widening as your eyes scanned over the harsh words on the paper.

Dear Eddie,

It took me too long to come to my senses about you, i should’ve listened to my brother and my friends when they said you were a weird freak.

i am not even sure why i said yes to go out with you, other than feeling bad for you. I am over pretending that i love you. goodbye forever.

from, your Ex-girlfriend.

it was cruel note, and you understand why he didn’t wanna talk with you. hands ripping the paper the second you had finished reading it, “this is a disgusting note” you looked up at him, “yeah no shit” he answered, still convinced that maybe it was you who had written it.

“Eddie, i swear i didn’t write this! it must’ve been Jason. I-I Swear, i saw them writing something a few days ago—” it was like something had clicked, he looked at you differently.

like he had now believed you.

eyes red, puffy from crying. hands shaking, in fact your whole body was shaking like a leaf. you were many thing, talented…gorgeous, a sweetheart. but not a liar. no, you hated liars. and never wanted to be one.

he almost in an instant, wrapped his arms around you in an embrace. chanting “I am so sorry, baby” over and over into your ear. it seemed to calm you almost instantly. god, you loved him.

“what did you say” shit.

“uh, n-nothing” did you say that you loved him, out loud?! it was true, you did love him. you’d meant it for awhile now. but you hadn’t planned for it to go like this.

" Nuh-Uh...you can’t take it back now, Princess” your stomach burned, a matching blush on your cheeks. " I love you…Eddie” then he gave the biggest, goofy grin ever. one you’ve grown to adore.

“I love you too, sweetheart” leaning down to kiss your lips, which were also. wet with tears.

you had gone through so many emotions at once, confusion, anger, sadness, love. you feel in love all the time when his in a certain distance of you.

that night was full of many ways to show love, hard panting, loud moaning, the loud screams of “i love you” over and over, and over again. you opened it with open arms. any time of everyday.

you’d give him all your firsts any-day.

“Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold.” – Zelda Fitzgerald

<3

-Summer

[btsarmymoonmoon]

Penthouse

54 days left till sunshine is back. That called for celebration. Here is a 5k words one shot that I wrote based on my dream. Haven't spelled checked it. Incredible fluff, domesticated Hoseok.

You were excited and really couldn’t fall asleep that night. Because tomorrow early in the morning your still new and fresh husband is going to be released from the military and your life together is finally about to start.

You knew each other for a while, dated for a bit but it wasn’t really anything official or intense. You were definitely very much excited about the prospect of seeing Jung Hoseok, him and only him. But before things progressed anywhere near you two being in an established relationship he had to enlist. It was planned and part of the future for the other members and that wasn’t a negotiable.

How did you end up married then before actually dating? He really wanted to see you, he tried really hard to progress the relationship but it was so difficult and he wouldn’t be able to use all of his holidays the way he wanted. He called you a few times, texted a lot and send you pictures every week. It was going on for months. And when he finally managed to see you in person he just sat you down and went into it straight without thinking too much about it and said ‘I know we haven’t been official, i know we haven't done a lot of the things that people do when they date. But once i get out of here there might not be another better time to do this’. He knew the media wouldn’t let him in peace and someone would of leaked the fact that he got married. ‘You mean a lot to me, and i always dated with the idea of dating to marry. So lets just do it. You can move into my flat and make it homey before i actually leave here. I know its a crazy idea but.. just think about it!’. His idea was indeed crazy. So according to him he you were already dating and he just wanted to ensure that your life will be easier, with him as an idol constantly in the spotlight. This was the only way to keep you as a secret whilst having you around and taking things slowly as you both please. Jung Hoseok was the most interesting and loyal person you met. He was so good to you, he treated you with upmost respect from the day you started hanging on more of a personal level. He was really handsome, really sharp features on his face, pointy noise, gorgeous eyes always locked on you and the most gorgeous smile you have ever seen in your entire life. And he was interested in you. HA! He wanted to marry you in secret during his military service and have you move into your future house. You must have been crazy to say yes right?

‘Yes!’ You said after a few minutes of silence and your not really proper consideration.

BTS’s J-Hope Acquires Luxurious $8.6 Million Penthouse in Cash - the next thing you see are this headlines in the news.

‘He did what?’ You think to yourself. ‘He lost his mind!’ As you read another article about how he purchased this very luxurious place. And you couldn’t help but think, that you will indeed be living in that place in few weeks.

He wore his full dress uniform, you wore a very plain but beautiful beige dress, that definitely looked like a wedding dress. It was the right length but without the awkward whiteness you didn't like. It was very official, there was nobody around but him, you and the official in the cities office. The poor man was made to sign an NDA and so were you. And you hesitated, but you did hire a lawyer before it was drafted. So you knew exactly what were you getting yourself into. All of those details took away any romantic atmosphere. Everything but the way he was looking at you. He really wanted this and you couldn’t help but get butterflies every time he looked at you this way.

There was no kiss, no party. You did however share rings and had a cake in a tiny cafe around the corner from the office.

‘I can’t believe we have done this’ you said still in shock, giggling and sipping your coffee through a straw.

‘I promise i make it worth it’ he said lovingly, slightly brushing his hand over yours. The very first sight of his affection that day.

Two weeks later all of your luggage arrived at the exact same luxurious penthouse that Hoseok bought for 8.6 million USD. ‘This is ridiculous’ you said to yourself looking for furniture online. He left you his card, he didn’t expect you to furnish the place especially because it was ridiculously big and as much as you declined his offers to combine your finances you couldn’t afford buying anything for this kind of place. Knowing he will be going live from home, taking so many selfies for his socials. The place needed to be cool. You really like the main room with the huge windows with a view out for skyscrapers in Seoul. You knew exactly what kind of sofa would look good there so you went straight to the search.

But tomorrow. Tomorrow morning is the day he will finally come home. You still had no idea what to expect. He called you regularly, once a week and texted at least once a day after you got married. He often told you what he ate that day and did mention few times that he misses you. But there was still so much ahead of you. You were so excited you really couldn’t sleep, so you ended laying on the sofa you ordered few months ago and lay and look at the huge windows and enjoy the sunrise. But because you haven’t slept, your eyes were getting heavier and heavier from minute to minutes. You knew you could sleep for hours, because you were sure there will be events planned for Hobis discharge, v live at the company, drinks with the members. You will be lucky to see him today. But you were still so so excited. And you gave up to your eyes and finally fell asleep. Covered only half way with a fluffy blanket, with your phone on the floor. It buzzed few times but you were really gone for good.

Card beeped and the door unlocked. Heavy boots slowly tapping on the wooden floor. Red baseball cap on his head, full uniform, huge backpack that he left by the door. He went into all of the rooms partially admiring the furniture he saw from the pictures you have sent him. But he was definitely looking for you. And then, he finally found you on the fluffy sofa in front of the gorgeous view. Sound asleep.

He couldn’t help but smile. He slowly made his way to the sofa, covered you more with the blanket and sat by you legs. Admired you for a minute, with a wide smile on his face. He couldn’t believe you waited. He leaned forward, sniffing the sweet scent you had about you, and slightly moved your hair to the side to place a warm kiss on your forehead.

You moved. Your legs slightly felt resistance and you opened your eyes. And there he was. Right above you, caught red handed with a huge smile on his face, still holding your hair to the side. You froze.

‘I’m finally home!’ he whispered and your mouth slightly opened. Your eyes got bigger as you realised how close he was.

‘Hoseok I didn’t expect you so early! What happened?!’ You managed to put together a sentence still in shock, as he hasn’t moved an inch. He didn’t respond, but widened his smile and started softly brushing your cheek with the back of his palm. ‘I thought you had an entire schedule for today! You need to let Armys know! The members need to see you too!’ You continued but he chuckled starting at you lovingly.

‘I needed to see my wife first. She always comes first, even before the members and armys’ he answered and grabbed your hand and closed in his two.

‘I’m hardly your wife Hobi. We still have so much to…’ he didn’t let you finish your sentence, as he pulled you to himself and kissed your lips very softly. You accepted the invitation, as much as in shock you were you were daydreaming of kissing him since the day you saw him in the office in his full dress uniform. Nah. Since the day he asked you to marry him, when be wouldn’t stop explaining his great idea. And he was finally home. Musky scent mixed with sandalwood of his perfume lingered around him, as the kiss progressed further and he was now exploring your throat with his tongue. As he kept pulling you closer to him, you ended up getting up slightly and crawling onto his lap, without breaking the kiss. He grabbed your ass and sat you closer as he aggressively attacked your lip and bit it so much it broke and started bleeding. You hissed but didn’t stop kissing him back and exploring his back with your hands.

When you finally broke the kiss, he sat back on the sofa and sighed loudly.

‘I was having dreams about this’ he admitted, softly touching your bleeding lip with the tip of his finger.

‘You did and forgot to inform your wife about it? I could have been more prepared’ you giggled, leaning forward a little bit more relaxed and placing a kiss on his cheek ‘Welcome home husband’ you pouted into his face and chuckled afterwards.

‘My wife sounded really innocent and cutesy over the phone, she was really shy and I didn’t expect her to sit on my lap the second i walk through the door’ he pointed out as he looked at you again and he froze. His eyes were glistening as he stared so deep into your eyes almost like he was staring into your soul. And he was smiling. It was the warmest smile you have seen. And it was now all yours.

‘So about the schedule..’ you muttered under your breathe not really knowing what will happen next. You were a little anxious as now he will be in your space a lot of more, or rather you in his. You knew you would have to be more careful now around media and leaving the place with caution.

‘I’m going to Hybe later. I need to do the vlive like Seokjin hyung did. And I know I didn’t discuss it with you yet but I have invited everyone here in the evening’ he looked a little bit nervous, but you didn't have any plans and the place was in a presentable state, so there was no objections for this to not happen.

‘Of course, that sounds like a great plan! I will stay at my friends tonight then..’ you smiled hearing the plans for today. You reached for your phone that was still on the floor instinctively but he stopped you grabbing your wrist and bringing you back to his face.

‘Why? You live here, we live here. There is absolutely no need for you to leave when the guys arrive. Besides they need to finally meet you’ he added holding both your hands in his. He was just so sweet and considerate and he was providing it to you over and over how serious he is about the two of you.

‘But I thought we, and I have to be kept a secret’ you hesitated.

‘Not from the members jagiya. I trust them with my life’ he chuckled at your words and patter your head lovingly.

‘I will follow your lead’ you smiled and fell on his chest. You weren’t sure were all this confidence came from but you really just felt at home for a second so you didn’t overthink it and just acted on it. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him.

‘I really did miss you. I was really excited for this. And… I am really grateful that you waited. I certainly don’t deserve to be waited on for this long, not even mentioning the marriage…’ he whispered into your ear, whilst slowly glowing through your hair as he kept you in his embrace.

‘You are special’ you answered into his chest loud enough for him to hear. His perfect fresh scent kept lingering around you as you were holding onto him. His heartbeat was crazy, but the longer you layd on his chest the calmer it became.

‘Right sunshine, I need to take a shower and change my undershirt before I head out again’ he slowly pulled you up and you swiftly moved away to make room for him and he got up from the sofa. ‘The place looks better than on face-time and the pictures you have sent me’ he added looking around with a little bit levelled head.

‘I kept space for the pieces I told you I wanted you to pick, but it doesn’t look too empty without them for now’ you eagerly added as you got up from the sofa and you grabbed your phone and slid it into your sweatpants pocket. He picked up his backpack and started unpacking few bits, clearly looking for something through the pouches inside.

‘Lost something?’ You giggled invested into his search.

‘Just shower gel and shampoo and..’ you stopped him and grabbed his wrist.

‘Put it down’ you instructed pointing at the backpack and he did. Then very intrigued looked where were you leading him. And you lead him through the dining room and a hallway to the master bedroom and then left to the bathroom. ‘Everything is ready here in your room and your bathroom’ you pointed at shelf in tiles, fresh towels ready to be used and a cloth for his skincare. He smiled widely and he felt really warm inside. You really did prepare it for him and waited for him. He felt so lucky. But then he realised and dwelled on your words. He also noticed the bed was spotless and clearly unused.

‘Thank you, this… this is perfect but hold on a minute. My room? My bathroom? Where do you think you are staying?’ He got a little bit nervous, because he didn’t want to pressure you and wanted you to be comfortable but at the same time he was really excited to explore all the unexplored with you.

‘I slept in the guest room for the past few months. Its your house Hoseok.. i cant just, put myself everywhere like…’ you didn’t finish because you saw his expression change to slightly less happy and more disappointed ‘Besides, i will still be around. We promised to take things slow and as they feel fit and natural. And up until before 5 minutes ago we never even kissed..’ you continued and became nervous. You weren’t rejecting him but it was only natural to not skip steps and get comfortable around each other. His expression changed again to more pouty.

‘I understand and thats okay. But i cant promise i wont wander into your room and bed to get some cuddle time’ he pouted and started walking towards you.

‘Thats fine’ you chuckled but you stopped him few steps before he reached you ‘besides its nice to get ready in my own bathroom. Which speaking of you need to shower and get ready. You cant be late the first day back because of me. I will already think im no good for you’ you added and slowly pushed him towards the main bathroom.

‘Aiiishhh fine. I will still have a minute when im done. But before that…’ he grabbed you and pulled you into the bathroom and stood in front of a huge mirror that was covering one of the entire walls. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and grabbed you from behind ‘Say kimchiiii’ he giggled as he pointed the camera to the mirror whilst holding you with his other arm. You grabbed his arm and smile wide looking straight at the camera. When he clicked the picture you let go and turned around.

‘What was that?! Dont you think this is a little bit dangerous? What if you post it by accident..’ you pouted at him at the same time trying to see if the picture came out nicely.

‘I wont have an accident like that, besides i still want to have all the first memories with you documented. We are married after all..’ he chuckled, left a quick kiss at your cheek and let you go. Your heart flustered. You loved it. Every minute of this and the way he was and the way his lips tasted. The way he grabbed you with his strong arms, how soft he was around you and how genuinely happy he seemed.

You were nervous. Of course you worked with several idols before, ha you were now married to one but it was still really stressing you out to meet the 6 men who were the entire world to your husband. You wanted them to like you, you wanted them to be impressed with you, you wanted them to be happy for Hoseok. But none of them even had been in a official relationship, not even mentioning marriage. You straightened your shirt and french tucked it into your jeans.

‘Please dont worry, you have nothing to stress about’ he whispered into your ear as he stood behind you in your room seeing you play with the shirt for a while. Somehow he felt it. Somehow he knew you were stressed and he came to comfort you.

You didn’t answer but you reached for his hand and you squeezed it. You quickly let go of it as the door bell rang. You took a deep breath and swiftly followed Hoseok to the door. Three tall men with buzz cuts stood In front of the door.

‘Taehyungie, Jiminaahhh, Jungkooksieee come in please’ Hobi the host. They bowed in front of him and moved towards the hallway were you were standing.

‘Hoseok hyung… there is a woman here’ Jungkook turned his face to Hobi and froze for a second.

‘Yes. There is. Now stop acting like you have never seen one’ Hoseok chuckled and kind of scolded him for making things ever so slightly more awkward.

‘Ah, really nice to meet you’ Taehyung bowed and shook your hand. He never questioned anything and just accepted things as they were.

Jimin followed and also introduced himself and followed Taehyung into the room. Jungkook still half frozen just took his shoes off.

‘But hyung! Who is this’ this man had zero filter on this night.

‘I will explain everything when everyone arrives, i dont want to repeat myself’ he pushed him slightly towards the room others already gathered. Hoseok moved towards you and brushed your hand with his and whispered ‘I promise it will be okay’ and he lead you towards the room, holding onto your shoulder. Before you reached the dinning room the door went again. You looked at Hobi worrying but he nodded and you went into the dinning area whilst he took the door. Luckily it was the other three so no more trips to the door anymore. As you reached the room you heard Jungkook hassling Jimin ‘But why would Hyung do something like this’ and as you walked in they both stopped. You smiled politely and started looking for glasses for the table. Occupied with that task Hoseok walked into the room with Namjoon, Seokjin and Yoongi.

‘Oh! Whos this?’ Seokjin also didnt stop himself from a free comment.

‘Right everyone, lets get it out of the way before we get all into gossips’ Hoseok started and grabbed you closer. ‘We got married, six months ago. I wanted to do it when we are almost all still enlisted because i knew it would be bad if we decided later’ he just spit it all. Jungkooks jaw dropped. Yoongi started laughing quietly but he was the first to congratulate you.

‘Its just unexpected Hoseok, but we are happy for you. We all knew you will be first in these things anyway’ Yoongi smiled at the both of you and pulled his hand out to shake Hobis hand.

‘Ya, thats crazy. Hoseok you could of told us before…’ Seokjin came to hug Hobi and smiled at you politely.

‘We didnt really date for that long, so please dont drill or ask her any silly things. It was the best decision in the perspective of time and PR’ Hobi continued as he saw Jungkook still completely freaked out.

‘Hoba, im really happy for you. Looks like double celebration today!’ Namjoon hugged your husband and sat back down. Jimin and Taehyung holding hands under the table giggled but both also clapped their hands in approval. It was just Jungkook.

‘Hyung… I dont understand. I really thought you would be honest with me when I asked you who you were texting every time I saw you. Its not like we couldn’t keep your secret!’ He was just a little bit hurt and Hoseok hyung had a special place in his heart ‘im happy for you Hyung’ he huffed out and sat back still shaking his head in disbelief.

‘He wanted to tell you but I asked him not too. You see i didn’t even think we were dating when he thought we were. We saw each other quite a lot but it wasn’t ever on any of crazy serious terms, I had no idea I was even able to stick around until today.. please dont be upset with him’ you decided to tell the boys the truth, because at the end of the day it wasn’t Hoseoks fault this was kept in secret. The boys nodded and some of the awkwardness went away because Jimin was rocking on his chair back and forth and eventually hell from it. Everyone started laughing but you panically ran to him and asked if he’s fine.

‘This happens all the time, please dont bother yourself with worry. He has some unexplained beef with chairs’ Namjoon pointed out whilst Seokjin was nearly brought to tears with laugh. The evening went uneventful after that, Hoseok brought some alcohol from the pantry, a stack of food was ordered and delivered and devoured within few hours. Everyone explained how jealous they are of Hobi being finally free and Jin was excited to have his partner in crime back. They reminisced old times, concerts and events they really missed and as the night went by you were more involved in the conversations that you ever expected. Everyone was really sweet and kind and as Hobi promised, there was nothing to worry about. You saw he was getting progressively more red on his face as he drunk and because of that progressively more quiet but it gave you the chance to get to know the other members a little more. You weren’t star struck anymore, because they were just so normal and down to earth.

You were taking your make up off in your bathroom in the opposite side of the apartment. It was a long day, very exciting day but also very tiring because of all the emotions that you had to go through. You felt a little bit dizzy, every time you were reminded that Hoseok is indeed currently cleaning up from the table. All the little noises coming from the room made you chuckle as be was drunk and swearing to himself and to the dishes he was trying to put away. You continued with your routine to the sounds of the dishes when then all of a sudden they stopped. Complete silence surrounded you. And then you saw his face poke at your bathrooms door.

‘Hey’ he said smiling widely and staring you in the eyes through the mirror that you were using.

‘Hey’ you answer and smiled back at him. He took another step into the bathroom.

‘I cant believe you’re here and I’m home and i dont ever have to go back there…’ he started, heading towards you. You put your cream down and turned around to face him. ‘You know I really care.. you know I was really looking to getting all the steps done with you..’ he was drunk and his words were slightly slurring but he was incredibly sweet. From that sweet face however it soon changed into a cheeky expression and you thought to yourself maybe… but then you remembered he was drunk and thats not how you wanted the both of you to remember.

‘Hoseok you're tipsy’ you muttered lovingly towards him, severely downplaying the state he was in.

‘Just a little bit. At least I won’t be as shy..’ so he is shy. So you do make him nervous. Your eyes widened for a second. You were definitely thinking of checking out what is under that uniform. Realistically you did half know. There is no escape from the online world and you came across some of the half shirtless or shirtless pictures of him. But they were from years before and you expect for him to look different. Hes older, hes been through a active military service. And took one step closer to you and you gulped out loud. He noticed and immediately froze.

‘Its okay, im sorry I..’ he grabbed the back of his head and brushed through his really short hair.

‘Its okay, how about we stay in your room today?’ You asked and leaned over and grab his hand. It was a sweet move, it wasn’t suggestive at all and all you planned to do is maybe make out for a bit and go to sleep cuddled to him.

‘I thought you didn’t want to.. you know?’ He got all flustered which was incredibly sweet especially as he was so drunk.

‘Lets take it easy’ you turned the lights off in the bathroom and lead him out of your bathroom and bedroom across the hallway and dinning room to the master bedroom ‘Cuddles only! But first, get ready for bed’ you pointed at his bathroom and he nodded and followed your order. You made yourself comfortable in bed, untucked the fresh sheets and slipped inside. It felt so nice to be finally in bed. You heard him drop few things but eventually he turned the light off and emerged from the room. He run to the other side of the bed skipping from excitement. He untucked his side of the sheets and slipped inside. Instantly turned around to you, moved closer to you so now both of your faces layed on the same pillow. And every time he was so close to you, you felt this electric tease when your eyes locked. Your stomach would flip. You were absolutely obsessed with him. And it was only day one of your new life. He moved himself even closer to you, and you didn’t decline. He wrapped his arms around you, slowly dragged your body closer to his.

‘Im finally home’ he whispered and placed a kiss on the tip of your nose. You twitched slightly under his touch and smiled. He softly moved to your lips and started kissing you. Your brain went numb, your stomach flipped again and the butterflies started. His lips were so much softer now, his tongue so tempting trying to break into your mouth. But you let him. You got closer to him, he wrapped himself even more around you and you get kissing and the passion started growing in between the two of you, until one of you broke the kiss and cooled the atmosphere off. He turned you around and his body stuck to you. And because he was still slightly drunk and tired after an entire day of chaos, he stuck his nose behind your ear and whispered 'Goodnight Jagiya' and he closed his eyes. Both of you fell asleep, tangled together for the very first time.

***

Its been a month, exactly a month since he came home. 17th of November. The air has gotten really cool, there was occasional snow but never really lasted for good. It was the evening and you were walking down the road, towards a near by park with your not so new anymore - husband. You weren’t holding hands, because it was already risky to be outside together like that but it was really, really late and it seemed like the perfect weather for a walk. You could never shut up. Both of you. You absolutely adored each other and everyday whether it was on the phone or in person, at home would debrief about your day and what have you been up to and sometimes even shared pictures of what interested you or when either of you something interesting to discuss with one another. Your relationship remained a secret and you were both really happy about it. There was only one rule. Every time when Hobi came home, he was obligated to keep his ring on. Because he couldn’t really wear it outside even for the walk, it was too risky. But at home, at both of your sanctuary it was a very important part of his routine of coming home.

‘I can’t believe it has already been a month since I got discharged’ Hobi said to you, slowly walking by your side.

‘I know! It has been so crazy, but I haven’t regretted anything. Every since we met, ever since we got married. Even the wait, it was all worth it’ you smiled at him and you focused your eyes on him. It was a really good time to confess but you were really nervous, so you just kept putting it off.

‘Thank you for waiting for me. And for the faith you put into our very early on relationship that I feel has bloomed into something really beautiful’ he couldn’t stop smiling and giggling. He was so relieved and happy and finally felt like home.

You decided you won’t confess this time around and the two of you wondered around the park for a little longer and finally made your way back home.

You still haven’t done the deed, but every time the both of you went to sleep next to each other, you both wondered to make a move. Today however, coming home from that walk some kind of heavy, humid steamy atmosphere built up in the lift. You had your back to one side of the wall and he stood and was staring at your through the lifts mirror. When it finally made it to your floor and the door made a very specific sound, both of you rushed out of it towards your apartments door. Both just occasionally checking on each other. And when the door finally slammed behind you and both of you were safe at home, it all turned into chaos. His lips on yours, your lips on his neck, his hands undoing your bra under layers of clothes, your hand tangled into his slightly longer now hair. Both of you grasping air in between the passionate kissing and then it just slipped. Just like that.

‘God, I love you so much’ you moaned into his face. Hoseok froze. He didn’t move, he stopped his hands were they were at the time, he opened his eyes and locked them with yours. Both of you still heavily breathing, just staring at each other.

‘Come here, let me show you how much I love you’ he smirked back at you and picked you up bridal style, continued to aggressively kiss your lips whilst he made his way to your homes master bedroom, he shut the door behind the both of you and whispered to you ‘We won’t be leaving here for a while’.

[shesmyboot]

Personal Matter: Chapter 3

*Gif belongs to its rightful owner, it is not mine*

Pairing: Matthew Casey x reader

Summary: You and Matt go on your first official date

Words: 754

Warnings: blood, pregnancy, Author chooses to not use additional warnings out of fear of spoilers, if you would like warnings, please DM and I will be happy to help you out

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You looked around the dark restaurant as Matt raised his hand and stood up. As you walked towards him, his smile lit up the room. 

“Hey,” he said, pulling out your chair, “how was your first off shift day?”

“Good, good. Had a nap,” you chuckled, “how was the construction gig?”

“Good. Little girl helped me pick out the colours of her new bedroom furniture before I left.”

“Oh, speaking of kids, I booked a doctor’s appointment for me and the baby.”

“When is it?”

“Tomorrow. I know it’s soon, but it was the only time they had. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to or if you’re busy.”

“Do you want me to come?”

“I’d love for you to come.”

“Then I’ll make it work.”

The waiter interrupted your conversation to order drinks. 

“Water for me, thank you,” you smiled.

“Water works for me too.”

As the waiter left to grab your waters, you leaned across the table to Matt.

“You could’ve ordered a drink, y’know?” You laughed.

“Severide wants to meet for a beer after at Molly’s. I don’t know if you’re up for it, you’re welcome to come, but I figure I’ll abstain in solidarity with you,” he chuckled.

“I’ll be okay if you have a drink while we’re having dinner, Matt.”

The rest of your dinner was like every other dinner out you’d ever been on, but it didn’t feel like a first date. It felt weirdly comfortable and safe, but that’s could just be because you had already skipped the dating part and went straight to the bedroom part. 

At the end of the night, Matt walked you out of the restaurant.

“Did you drive or Uber?” He asked, standing on the sidewalk beside his truck parked out front. 

“Uber, I didn’t want to drive,” you laughed, “why?”

“I know I made plans with Kelly, but wanna come back to my place instead?”

You smiled and hopped in his passenger seat as he drove you to his apartment.

“Ever been here before?” He asked, unlocking the door to his place.

“No, but it’s nice. I like your place.”

He grabbed your hands and held them in his,“I’d like it to be our place.”

“Matt? Are you sure?”

“We’re going to be a family in like 8 very short months. I’ve got 2 bedrooms, one for the baby, one for us. Great view, close to work. What do you think?”

“Matt, I- I don’t know what to say.”

“Does that mean you’ll move in?”

“Yes, I’ll move in.”

Matt was ecstatic. You leaned in to kiss him and you knew it was where you were meant to be. 

“Wanna see the baby’s room?” He asked.

You smiled and he led you towards the small bedroom next to his. 

“Here,” he pointed, “the crib can go here. A rocking chair here, changing table over here.”

You were silent, looking around the room and the plans Matt had made in his head.

“What do you think? Is it too much too soon?” He asked, worried he’d come on too strong.

“Matt, I love it,” you smiled.

You hugged him and he leaned in for a kiss.

“Stay the night?” He asked, pulling back for a moment.

You kissed him and he pulled off your coat.

“Hell yeah.”

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You woke up to the birds chirping outside his window. The sun shined through as he rubbed your thigh to fully wake you up.

“Good morning,” he hummed.

“Good morning,” you stretched, “your bed is warm.”

“Warmer when you’re in it.”

His smile made you feel the safest you’d ever felt. 

“What time is it?” You asked.

He checked his phone, “10. Why?”

You sprung out of bed, throwing your clothes back on. 

“Where you going?” He laughed.

“Appointment is in an hour. I have to get home and change.”

He got up, finding the clothes he wore last night and putting them on.

“I’ll take you back to your place and then we’ll go to the appointment. Don’t rush, I’ve got you.”

“Thank you Matt.”

“Breakfast on the way?”

“After. Let’s go for pancakes,” you smiled.

“Pancakes? You got it.”

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“We’re gonna be late,” Matt tapped the dash as traffic came to a halt. 

“Matt,” you winced.

“What’s wrong?”

“Something doesn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean?”

“The baby,” you started shifting in your seat.

“Do you want to go to the hospital?” 

“We can’t go anywhere right now, we’re stuck in traffic.”

“Babe…” he said worriedly, “you’re bleeding.”

[meiliarotten]

Libido

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Paring: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Medic creates an aphrodisiac, and it goes exactly how you would expect.

Tags: Aphrodisiacs, masturbation, edging, teasing, hair pulling

Word Count: 5k

The Masterlist

Whenever Medic called you into his lab you knew to prepare yourself for the unexpected. It was becoming an increasingly regular occurrence for him to ask you for assistance with whatever odd, and usually ethically dubious experiment he was working on. These could often go on far past midnight if the two of you were invested enough in the results.

However tonight seemed to be going in a different direction. Medic had sought you out, not to request your help, but to show you something he had already finished working on. It was, as he described it, ‘the result of weeks of testing and research,’ and you couldn’t help but be intrigued.

When the two of you entered the lab Medic immediately approached a counter, picking up two small vials full of a bright red substance. He shook them slightly and you instinctively took a few steps back. It wouldn’t have been the first time one of Medic’s creations spontaneously combusted, and you had learned to take precautions.

“This is something I have been working on for quite some time, my dear,” Medic said, turning back towards you and lifting one of the vials as if it were a glass of champagne.

The crimson liquid splashed within its container slightly, but showed no signs of bursting into flames, so you cautiously looked closer.

“Alright,” You said, sitting back and preparing to wait out the usual fanfare that came with most scientific breakthroughs that Medic made. You didn’t mind, though. Seeing him get so excited when sharing a new creation was something you found rather charming.

“It took a bit of trial and error- well, actually a lot of trial and error- but now it’s finally complete,” he declared with a flourish and an eager grin.

“And what exactly is it?” You asked, mirroring Medic’s grin as you waited for the ‘big reveal.’ Perhaps it was for a new weapon, or an additive for the Medigun. Maybe it was just something for yet another experiment that you could help with.

“It’s an aphrodisiac!” Medic said enthusiastically. He was so confident, as if he had said something completely mundane.

“Um- I’m sorry? A what?” You asked, slightly taken aback. Surely you had heard him wrong.

“An aphrodisiac,” he repeated. “It’s a substance that increases one’s sexual drive and stimulates-“

“No, I know what an aphrodisiac is,” you said, quickly cutting off his explanation. You tried to figure out how to pose your next question in the most polite way you could. “ Why exactly did you make it?”

“Well, I assumed that much would be obvious, meine kleine Labormaus,” Medic said, turning to you with a smirk. You smiled at the use of that little pet name, but you were still curious about what Medic planned to do with the substance that he had created. It wasn’t like desire was lacking between the two of you.

“I would like to propose a little experiment, one that I think you would be willing to participate in,” Medic said, his smirk never wavering.

“I’m listening,” you said, leaning in as your interest grew.

“We would both take a dose of this first thing tomorrow morning,” Medic explained, holding up the vials once again for emphasis. “Then we will simply see how long we can go on as normal before temptation becomes too much for us.”

You barely kept yourself from rolling your eyes at his clinical language. What he really wanted was obvious.

“So, you just want to see how horny we can get before we inevitably end up jumping each other?” You asked, fixing him with an incredulous look.

Medic’s proud expression faltered slightly. He almost looked bashful, which was certainly an odd emotion to see on the normally self assured doctor.

“Well, when you put it like that it hardly sounds scientific at all,” he said.

“With all due respect, it didn't sound very scientific by your description either,” you retorted, a playful smile on your lips.

Medic scoffed, but he couldn’t hide the soft blush that confirmed your suspicions. This was, in fact, just a way to spice up the sex for one night. It wasn’t the first time Medic had proposed some bedroom related activity under the facade of an ‘experiment.’ Plus he loved to test your limits, so the idea of holding yourself back probably made this whole idea even more alluring to him.

Not that you minded, of course. Ironically, the clinical language sometimes made it sound more appealing to you, and you were always up for a challenge.

“My dear, do you want to try it or not?” Medic asked, seeming to give up on trying to justify the situation as anything remotely professional or scientific.

“Sure,” you said, not hesitating for a moment. “It sounds fun.”

***

The next morning you met Medic in his lab bright and early. You rubbed your eyes, trying to fight off the drowsiness that permeated your entire being. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, barely lighting up the sky. Every fiber of your being wanted to fall back into bed and return to the unconscious bliss of sleep, but Medic had insisted that this all had to be done at the break of dawn. Something about the aphrodisiac taking effect at the right time. You didn’t quite understand his logic, but you accepted it.

“Now, I can assure you that this drug will not result in any kind of intoxication. It will heighten desire and arousal, but I promise, you will be in full control of yourself while under its effects,” Medic explained as he handed you your dose of the aphrodisiac.

You nodded, still eying the vial with some suspicion. Medic’s strange concoctions rarely worked as planned, but he had apparently been testing this extensively. Plus, he seldom led you astray when it came to his experiments. In fact, he had only ever left a dove in your rib cage once. That was a pretty good track record, especially for him.

“Well then, I guess there’s no point in stalling,” you said. With a nervous, but eager smile, you raised your vial as if to give a toast before drinking the medicine within.

It tasted bitter, but not in an overwhelming way. It was the kind of bitterness one would taste in very expensive dark chocolate. That eventually gave way to a sweet aftertaste that lingered on your tongue for quite a while.

Now all that was left to do was wait.

You were surprised at how long it took to feel anything. The sun rose and breakfast passed by with no signs of the drug taking effect at all. By the time Medic and the others were preparing for the upcoming battles, the only symptom you noticed was a pleasant warmth, as if you were curled up next to a campfire.

The countdown to the first round of the day would begin any moment now. Medic approached you just before leaving with the rest of the mercenaries, pulling you aside to speak in relative privacy.

“If you would be willing, I would like to add a rule to this little game of ours,” he whispered, glancing around to assure that no eavesdroppers were nearby.

You nodded rather than answering aloud, as you were also nervous about anyone listening in.

“I will be away for most of the day, obviously,” he said, motioning to the Medigun he currently held. “The effects will most likely take full effect while I’m gone.”

He leaned in even closer, his breath tickling your ear and sending a shiver down your spine.

“I don’t want you to touch yourself. I want to be the one to give you all the pleasure you crave. Do you understand, mädchen?”

You tried your best to calm the blush rising in your cheeks. It was difficult to fight the urge to hide your face in your hands to keep anyone from seeing how flustered you were.

“I understand,” you finally managed to respond, voice shaking slightly as you accepted this new challenge.

“Perfekt!” Medic said, backing away and immediately returning to his normal, jovial tone. Some might say it was a bit too jovial for a man who was about to venture onto the battlefield to hack away at his enemies with a bonesaw.

As he practically bounded away to join the rest of his team, you tried to assure yourself that you could handle this. If anything, he had it harder than you, needing to concentrate on fighting the rival team while also withstanding the effects of the aphrodisiac. Surely, it wouldn’t be too difficult to resist temptation until the end of the day, right?

***

It was around mid morning when the drug began to truly take effect. You occupied yourself with various books you found in the infirmary. Most were medical textbooks, detailing various injuries and diseases. That type of content managed to quell your arousal for a while.

You also managed to catch glimpses of Medic between rounds, and allowed yourself a satisfied smirk at how he seemed to get more disheveled and less focused with each battle that went by. You also noticed how he seemed to hold his Medigun a bit lower than normal, as to cover anything that might arouse suspicion or cause some unwanted stares.

That was one advantage you held over Medic in this situation. While the constant arousal was uncomfortable for you, at least it couldn’t make itself obvious to anyone else.

Still, it wasn’t long before you found yourself struggling to concentrate on the books you were reading. You skimmed mindlessly over the words, far more focused on the heat building between your hips, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the discomfort a bit.

“Are you enjoying your reading, schatz?”

You jumped, not realizing that Medic had come up behind you during a break between rounds. You tried not to shudder at the feeling of his hand on your shoulder. It would be mundane or comforting in any other situation, but right now it just made you think of all the other places you would rather have him touching.

“As a matter of fact, I am,” You replied, rather proud that you kept your voice from trembling.

“How interesting. Especially since that particular text is in German, dear,” Medic whispered, trailing his hand further down your arm. You were so focused on not letting yourself react to the feeling of his touch that it took you a moment to actually register his words. You looked down at the page. Damn, that certainly was German.

You blushed, shutting the book. Medic laughed as he rejoined his team for yet another battle and you tried not to let your frustration show. Had you really become that distracted? You were at the point where you were staring blankly at books you couldn’t even understand.

You were worried that your resolve would begin to crack soon if you didn’t get some kind of alleviation, and so, a little after noon you retreated to your room. You just needed a bit of relief, and it wasn’t like you were breaking Medic’s rule. No, you were just bending it a bit.

You removed your pants and underwear, tossing them haphazardly to the floor before kneeling on your mattress. You stroked yourself very slowly, reminding yourself that self control was key. You couldn’t let yourself come yet. You bit your lip to keep from moaning as you pressed your fingers into your soaked entrance.

A small sigh of relief managed to escape as you savored the feeling. It felt so good to finally have something filling you, even if it was just your fingers. It was so tempting to curl them into your g-spot, to just fuck yourself with your own fingers, but you were already bending the rules, and you weren’t about to outright break them. You wanted to keep your promise.

Besides, it would feel so much better for Medic to do this to you. His hands were so much larger than yours, and they never failed to make you feel good. Then again, maybe he wouldn’t have the patience to do anything other than fuck you outright, stripping you and slamming his cock into you the moment you were alone in his room, or maybe even his lab.

“Fuck,” you gasped, moving your hand away just before you were able to tip over the edge. You hadn’t even realized when you started desperately grinding against your own fingers. That was close.

You were panting and quivering from the thrill of edging yourself. With a sigh, you shakily reached for your discarded clothing. You glanced at a nearby clock to see that it was only 2:00 pm. It would still be a while until you had the chance to get Medic alone. You gritted your teeth to keep from moaning in sheer frustration.

“Medic should consider himself lucky if I don’t jump him the moment he gets off work,” you muttered to yourself as you got dressed again. “To hell with the others watching. Maybe he’s even the type that would enjoy an audience.”

Another jolt of arousal ran through you at that thought. You really weren’t helping yourself. You shook your head, trying to clear your mind. A quick reality check reminded you that, even in this condition, you probably wouldn’t have the confidence to pull a move like that anyway. Probably being the key word there.

***

As it turned out, you did not end up throwing yourself at Medic the moment the daily battles ended. The temptation was most certainly there, though. Especially at dinner that night, when he reached out to you from beneath the table, gripping your thigh whenever he thought no one was looking. You practically spent the entire meal with your jaw clenched and your hand over your mouth, praying no one would notice how red your face was.

Medic had to be feeling the same way you were. Despite this, he seemed to be holding himself together relatively well. It was all the more frustrating.

When he finally excused himself it took all of your willpower not to immediately chase after him. That would be much too suspicious. You stayed to help clear the table at least, but the moment that was done you found an opportunity to slip away, marching to Medic’s quarters with one purpose in mind.

The sun was already beginning to set by now, and you were sure the other mercenaries would soon be settling down for the night. They probably wouldn’t hear you, but even if they did, you didn’t care. To be blunt, you could not fucking take it anymore.

You almost laughed when you reached Medic’s room and found him at his desk attempting to do paperwork, of all things. Perhaps he thought the boredom that came with doing something so mundane would somehow drown out the arousal.

If so, it didn’t seem to be working. You only got a glance at the paper, but it was enough to see that the doctor had barely filled out a few sentences. All it took was a simple touch on Medic’s arm to set things off. He quite literally flung the documents off his desk the moment he was aware you were there, turning to face you with surprising speed.

You could barely get a word out before Medic was upon you, pressing a rough kiss to your lips. When he pulled away you could see how flushed he was, and that desperate, lust-filled look in his eyes took your breath away.

This was the culmination of what you had been hoping for all day. You leaned in for another kiss eagerly, desperate for his touch after such a long day of abstinence. You needed all of him.

You moaned and begged softly between all consuming kisses and wandering touches. However it seemed that Medic was already way ahead of you, maneuvering you so that the back of your thighs were pressed against the edge of his now empty desk. Frantically, he started to push your pants and underwear down, simply letting the garments fall to the floor before he hoisted you onto the desk with ease.

“Schönes Mädchen, endlich…” he muttered, fumbling desperately with his belt until it finally came undone and fell to the ground, the metal buckle clattering loudly on impact. His pants soon followed suit, finally freeing his cock, which had no doubt spent most of the day straining against the fabric.

You took a moment to look down at yourself, noticing just how drenched you were. You hadn’t known it was possible to be so wet. You reached down to stroke along your slit, sighing at the stimulation. It didn’t last long, as Medic quickly grasped your wrist, pulling your hand away despite your whine of protest.

Quickly, he brought his own hand down to stroke you, sliding his fingers along your entrance. You immediately bucked against him and you saw a self-satisfied smirk stretch across his face.

“You’re positively soaked, liebe,” he purred as he continued to rub teasing circles around your entrance, just barely dipping his fingers into you. “You barely need any preparation, do you?”

“No! I can take you now, please!” You gasped, desperate for him to stop toying with you. Logically, you knew that Medic didn’t have the patience to postpone this any longer either, but rationality had fled your mind long ago. The very suggestion that he may try to drag this out any more was enough to reduce you to a begging mess.

Medic moved his hand away and you squirmed at the loss of sensation. However, you quickly went still as you watched him lick his fingers clean with a delighted expression that sent another impossibly strong pang of arousal through you.

“So süß, meine liebe,” he sighed before leaning forward and finally pushing himself into you.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, but even that wasn’t enough to completely stifle the shrill moan that ripped from your throat at the feeling of finally being filled by him. You had waited for this for so long, and after craving it all day it was impossible to keep yourself quiet. Medic had thrust in to the hilt and stilled for a few moments, his eyes rolling back and his breath hitching as he savored the sensations he had been longing for as well.

“Gott, so nass und eng. Fraulein, you feel so good,” he moaned, leaning down to catch you in another passionate kiss.

It wasn’t long before Medic was thrusting into you at a rapid pace. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he drove into you. One of your hands held a white knuckled grip on the edge of the desk while the other was still at your mouth, smothering your moans.

“Oh nein, my dear. Don’t do that,” Medic said, taking your hand and pulling it away from your mouth. “I want to hear you. I want to hear every sweet sound you make. I want to listen to you cry out for me.”

“What about the others?” You asked, some concern peeking through your lust laden tone. Admittedly, a few moments ago you couldn’t have cared less what they heard. But you also hadn’t expected to be so loud, to lose yourself so thoroughly in the pleasure like this, and with that came a certain amount of shyness.

“Let them hear us,” Medic growled, gripping your hips tightly, almost possessively. “Let them know that I’m making you feel this good. I want them to know that I’m the one making you moan like this. I’m the only one who can make you feel this way.”

That was way more of a turn on than you expected it to be. Then again, in the state you were in, almost anything could be a turn on. You let your hand fall away from your mouth, no longer smothering the sultry noises Medic drew from you.

You wrapped your arms around Medic’s shoulders, pulling him close to you. His thrusts grew harder, faster, and more frantic. Both of you were so pent up, and neither of you were going to last long at this rate

Medic moaned in your ear in a manner that was almost feral. It sent a shiver down your spine, and you responded with your own animalistic cry as you felt yourself come undone.

“Oh Gott, mein schatz, mein gutes mädchen,” Medic groaned through clenched teeth as he finished soon after you, stilling within you momentarily as he rode out his own climax.

You went limp on the hard wood of the desk, panting as if you had just been running for miles, and thoroughly blissed out. It wasn’t until you caught your breath again that you realized Medic wasn’t stopping.

“Medic? What-” you were cut off once again as you were lifted off the desk. Within moments you found yourself pressed up against an adjacent wall, being held up with surprising strength. Your legs remained wrapped around Medic’s hips as he rutted into you, not softening at all despite his previous orgasm.

“Oh, you didn’t think I was finished, did you, meine liebe?” He asked, starting to kiss and suck on your neck, leaving small marks in his wake. You could only gasp and moan in response, grasping desperately at the thin shirt that he couldn’t be bothered to remove.

“After waiting for this all day- this entire torturous day- did you honestly think I would be sated with just one round?” He moaned as he continued to mark up the sensitive skin on your neck and collar, his grip on you tightening and holding you firmly aloft as you were pressed against the wall.

As the merciless thrusting continued, you couldn’t help but notice that you felt no sense of overstimulation. You would have expected at least a little discomfort, but it was pure pleasure. You squirmed and even tried to buck up to meet his thrusts, desperate for more.

Medic’s hands were holding onto your thighs firmly, his grip tightening in response to your movements. His strength, coupled with the adrenaline that currently coursed through both of your veins allowed him to hold you up with relative ease.

“Don’t squirm too much, mädchen,” Medic said, playfully scolding you with a devilish grin. “I wouldn’t want to drop you.”

You tried to obey and keep yourself still, but sometimes you couldn’t resist the urge to grind against him. You just weren’t content to lay back against the wall and take it, and Medic noticed this, laughing wickedly as he watched you writhe.

“You’re so desperate, aren’t you. Does it feel so good that you just can’t keep still?” He teased, whispering in your ear and punctuating his words with soft kisses against your jawline.

“Fuck, I want more!” You cried, barely able to get the words out, as most of what you tried to say came out as unintelligible moans.

“That’s right, beg for me,” Medic said, spurred on by your desperate plea.

“Please Medic, please keep going! I want you to fuck me into this wall, I need you to!” You said, blushing at the crudeness of your own words. His shirt was wrinkled in your grasp as you felt him speed up.

“That’s it, liebe,” Medic said, wrapping one of his arms around your waist, pressing you against his body to better support you. Now with just one arm holding on beneath you, you wrapped your legs more tightly around his hips, doing your part to keep yourself aloft. Once he was sure he wouldn’t drop you, he moved the arm that had wrapped around your waist, his hand traveling down to your clit and rubbing firm circles around it as he continued to tease you.

A sharp moan tore from your throat as Medic thoroughly ravished you. You wouldn’t be able to stifle your noises even if you wanted to at this point, and all you got in return was a low, knowing chuckle.

“Yes, that’s it, my good girl. Look at you, with your eyes rolled back like that. I can feel you still bucking up to meet my touch, like a little lust-ridden beast,” he said. You knew Medic was just as desperate as you were right now, and yet he somehow managed to keep enough composure to continue teasing you with vulgar words like that. It would have amazed you if your mind wasn’t so clouded with pleasure.

“It’s not like you’re any better right now,” you said, trying your best to offer some kind of comeback. However, the fact that you basically moaned half of the words probably dampened any effect they could have had. There was no real bite behind your retort.

“Gottverdammt,” Medic groaned, once again starting to lose control. You felt his thrusts grow uneven. “I want you to come for me again. Bitte, arch your back against the wall and scream for me, liebling!”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. The feeling of being ruthlessly fucked coupled with the firm ministrations on your clit soon became too much for you, and you were overcome by a climax just as powerful as the first. Medic finished very soon after you, the feeling of you clenching around him driving him over the edge.

This time Medic did pull out, apparently sated for now. He was still holding you aloft, although his arms were shaking with the effort, and also probably from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

But still, despite having just been thoroughly fucked up against the wall like an animal, you found yourself tempted to grind against his abdomen. You still wanted more, and of course, Medic took notice, feeling your legs tighten around his waist as you squirmed in his arms.

“Still so needy, hm?” He asked, chuckling softly. Your face would have flushed with embarrassment, if it could have gotten any redder.

“Yes, I’m sorry, I just need more,” you said in a breathy voice, averting your gaze. You rested your head against Medic’s chest, and you felt the soft vibration of his laughter just as much as you heard it. Hesitantly, you looked up to meet his gaze.

“Don’t apologize, meine liebe. I love seeing you desperate like this,” Medic said, and you yelped as he suddenly moved you from the wall. He carried you to the nearby bed, laying you down on top of the sheets. He remained leaning over you like that, simply admiring the sight. “So gorgeous. I’ve never seen anything so alluring.”

With you beneath him like this, there was no way to hide your flushed face. However, you found that you no longer wanted to. In a moment of boldness, you wrapped an arm around Medic, pulling him in for another kiss. You felt him smirk against your lips as you bucked your hips against him, still desperate for some kind of stimulation.

Medic moved from your mouth, peppering kisses all over your face, then your neck, and then down to your chest. You smiled down at the doctor as he gradually traveled lower, gradually making his way over your body until he was on his knees, gently kneading your thighs in his hands with you on the bed in front of him.

“You must be so sensitive still,” he said, admiring you in an almost clinical manner. “And so wet as well. The aphrodisiac worked just as planned.”

He observed you like that for a moment before finally leaning forward to drag his tongue along your slit. He held your hips to keep you from bucking up against his mouth.

“Just sit back, liebling. Let me do all the work for now,” he said, before quickly returning to his ministrations.

You reached down, tangling your fingers in Medic’s hair and gently tugging whenever he did something especially good with that mouth of his. He glanced up at you with narrowed eyes before delving his tongue deeper into you. You gasped in response, throwing your head back against the mattress.

He moved one of his hands lower, and soon those talented fingers were working circles around your over-sensitive clit. His other hand also released your hips, traveling down his own body to palm at his cock, which was already becoming erect again. Apparently the aphrodisiac greatly shortened refractory periods as well.

Now with nothing holding you back, you wrapped your legs around Medic’s shoulders, pressing him against you as your one hand continued to pull his hair, becoming slightly more rough as you felt the pleasure begin to build again.

Medic groaned, both at the feeling of his hand on his cock and at the rough tugs you continued to inflict on him. As he stroked himself faster, he became more vocal, and each moan sent pleasant vibrations right against your clit. You gasped, finally releasing Medic’s hair to grasp at the bedsheets as a third orgasm overtook you.

It wasn’t as mind blowing as the previous two, but you found that it was a welcome change, a gentle pleasure that flowed over your body in waves. You trembled and moaned softly as it overtook you, savoring the feeling of warmth and contentment that remained.

Below, you heard Medic groan as he released into his hand. You removed your legs from his shoulders, allowing him to clean off with a few tissues from the nearby nightstand. Rolling over, you reached out to pull Medic onto the bed with you the moment the tissues were discarded in a conveniently placed wastebin.

Finally satisfied, and thoroughly exhausted, you felt yourself giving in to sleep the moment Medic joined you. You sighed softly as you were pulled against his chest, strong arms wrapping around your body.

“I wouldn’t get too comfortable liebling,” Medic whispered. Your eyes snapped open almost immediately and you looked at him incredulously.

“Excuse me?” You said, the idea of sleep having been completely forgotten for a moment.

“The effects of the aphrodisiac may be dulled for now, but there’s a chance you and I might be waking up to ‘take care of things’ far into the night,” Medic explained, coyly refusing to meet your gaze as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“God damn,” you muttered. With an exasperated sigh, you settled back down into Medic’s embrace. “Well then, that’s all the more reason to get what little rest we can.”

Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on sleep rather than the pervasive heat already working its way back into your core. You could tell it was going to be a long, but highly pleasurable night.

[judebelle]

hiii i wana request an imagine for angst/smut w pedri where the reader and him are friends with benefits and the reader catches feelings for him and is in love with him but he doesn’t love her and eventually the reader ends up having to stop seeing him completely . tysm!! <33

do you love me? - p.g. x reader

a/n : thank u for requesting! also sorry this is kinda long but i didn't want them to just start fighting and confessing love out of nowhere without a proper plot. regardless, i hope you enjoy this!

pairing : pedri gonzález x fem!reader

word count : 2.09k

cw : light smut, angst, sad stuff, cursing, basically what the req said

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you quickly slid on your best friends large shirt over your bare body and climbed out of bed and made your way down the hall, dragging your feet. pedri's sweatpants were hanging dangerously low while he poured himself a glass of water in your loft kitchen, probably thirsty after what had just occurred between you too. the both of you had agreed to be friend with benefits. pedri was too busy to have time for a real relationship, and you had just gotten out of a nasty break-up, needing release and a distraction. it seemed like it was a fair trade, but that was before you had slowly started developing feelings for your friend.

"hey.." was all you could muster up nervously as you leaned against the wall with your arms crossed. "hi" was all pedri replied with - evidently calmer than you as he sipped the cold refreshment. you envied how he could shift from your kind and caring best friend to the man you had just slept with, as if this arrangement didn't affect him in the slightest.

"um there's some um- food in the fridge if you want some.." you spoke - mouth suddenly going dry, desiring the glass of water in his hand. "nah that's okay- i gotta get home soon. i got early training tomorrow and it's already late-" "oh yeah that's- that's um.. yeah that's fine." you interrupted, not wanting to hear his reasoning to its full extent.

"okay so i guess i'll see you later, yeah?" pedri quickly replied as he set down his empty glass on the counter and made his way towards you. "yeah that sounds good." you uttered, mustering up as much of a smile as you could. pedri's hand snacked around the nape of your neck as he lowered your head - laying a sweet kiss to your forehead before putting on his shirt that was sprawled on the floor from earlier, grabbing his keys and leaving through the front door. you hated when he would kiss you on the forehead. it was too intimate. you couldn't handle the sweet and innocent gesture when it would make your heart grow three sizes, but these unrequited feelings were leaving your heart hollow.

you lay alone and awake in your bed that night, knowing that just a few hours before, you weren't alone, but you were still lonely.

the next week went as smoothly as it could. you slept with pedri twice since that night in your kitchen. him being busy with training and you being swamped with work made seeing each other harder, which was both a blessing and a curse. on saturday night, you were planning on just relaxing. you had had a crappy week and just wanted to spend time with yourself. that was until you had got a text from pedri.

"i need to see you."

that was all the text read. those 5 words always made your stomach drop. it was a simple sentence really. it could mean anything really, but you knew what he wanted. it was always the same. you didn't want him over. you knew it wasn't good for you, but you just couldn't say no to him. your thumb hovered over the notification, before just giving in. you replied with a quick "the doors unlocked", then turning off your phone and rubbing your eyes out of frustration. why did you keep doing this to yourself?

around 20 minutes later, you heard the front door open from your bedroom. as soon as you heard pedri kick off his shoes, you quickly left your room and made your way to your front door, greeting him with a soft smile like always.

"hey pedri. what happened? why'd you need to see me so urgently?" you mentioned softly, knowing that something must have upset him.

"i just had a really shitty day at training," he said as he made his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "and you always know how to make me feel better." he hummed as he dipped his head in he crook of your neck, sucking and biting on your neck, which he knew you liked.

"pedri i'-" you wanted to tell him that you both should stop. that if he went further it would only make things more complicated for you, but it was hard to get any coherent words out when he was touching you like this. you were backed up against the wall, your body melting into his touch even though your mind fought against it. your hands were tangled in his damp hair as he left marks on your smooth skin.

you said nothing to object as he slowly backed you into the kitchen, kissing your lips and resting his hands on your ass as he pushed you against the kitchen island. the shower he most likely had right after training made his body smell fresh. "dios mío." pedri slurred against your lips. ["my god."]

something about the way he picked you up from the underside of your thighs and placed you on the counter without a struggle turned you on. he spread your legs with his warm hands - tracing them towards your shorts. your own hands slid down to his sweatpants, palming him painfully slow. pedri groaned and pulled away from your lips. he looked over your body with hazy eyes and a fist between his teeth. he then pulled your shorts and underwear down quickly and rough, making you yelp in surprise.

he silenced you by going back into the kiss even harder than before. you reached for the hem of his shirt and guided him as he took it off himself. your soft hands grazed over his soft abs and torso before he took your shirt off of you as well. you weren't wearing a bra, leaving you naked in front of him.

pedri quickly leaned down to take one of your breasts in his mouth causing you to gasp - your hands pushing his head closer to you. he removed his mouth from you too soon for your liking and gave you a kiss on your forehead before reaching into his pants.

there it was again. his kiss suddenly made you feel sick. you couldn't let this go on for longer, not when you felt things that you weren't supposed to feel. this arrangement that you two had was toxic - at least for you. but the way he looked at you while he stretched you out cleared your mind.

one last time, and then we'll stop.

pedri groaned into your ear and you let out a soft moan at the way he filled you up perfectly. pedri placed his hands onto your hips as his own snapped into you with much force. you hissed at the way his short fingernails dug into your skin - most definitely leaving crescent shaped marks.

"ah pedri i-" you tried to form a sentence - not sure why, or what you wanted to say, but the way his cock hit that spot inside of you repeatedly made your mind go blank. pedri cursed and panted in the crook of your neck as you clenched around him - causing his cock to twitch inside of you.

"mierda nena estoy cerca." pedri moaned softly as the movements of his hips became sporadic. ["shit baby i'm close."] "yo también- ah!" you replied to the best of your abilities as you felt that familiar warmth spread around your lower body. [me too- ah!] your legs were wrapped around pedri's hips and your arms around his neck as you both reached your highs in unison. he pulled his cock out of you before pumping it harshly - cumming all over your lower stomach with a loud groan.

you both panted as pedri let go of his cock and wrapped his arms around you, giving you a kiss on your forehead. "oh y/n- te quiero.". [oh y/n- i love you.] pedri whispered into your disheveled hair before he picked up your clothes and placed them on your lap, turning to pick up his shirt off the floor as well.

"you love me?"

you asked him softly as he watched you slowly put on your clothes while you gazed at him. pedri chuckled as if it was obvious. "well- yeah you're my best friend." he smiled softly at you as he slid on his shirt, but you didn't look amused.

"no i mean- do you love me?" you uttered with little confidence as him calling you his best friend brought your mood down. "what are you saying y/n..?" pedri asked with furrowed brows as he turned and fully looked at you. you had slid off the counter and were standing before him, now fully clothed.

"well?" you interrogated. "y/n i thought that we established that this wasn't supposed to lead to any type of relationship! i told you i don't have time for that!" pedri groaned at you in annoyance. "my god! i'm sorry but i feel completely lost here! one minute i feel like you like me but then you don't like me, and i just don't know how to deal with this! it's like i'm constantly wondering if you actually care about me or not!"

"i do care about you!" "then why doesn't it feel like it?" you were yelling now. you didn't plan on crying tonight. in fact, you were supposed to be curled up in bed watching your favourite show. but now, you're standing in front of the person you love the most teary eyed, waiting for him to give you a good reason on why he doesn't love you. what a peaceful saturday night.

"y/n, you're making this more complicated than it has to be! we're supposed to stay friends. my career doesn't leave room for a girlfriend - you know that! and frankly, i don't think i'm in the right space mentally for a relationship right now."

you felt stupid. he was explaining this to you like it was the most straightforward and simple thing in the world. unfortunately, you knew this wasn't his fault. you assured him that this arrangement was okay and he told you about his situation beforehand. you knew all of the rules but yet you still broke them.

"i can't do this. you know- i'm so fucking delusional!" you complained while crossing your arms. "y/n.. don't say that-" "no it's true! i so stupidly obliged to this idiotic agreement. i knew that this would be bad for me but i still did it. and you know why? because i wanted you to be happy! i wanted to give you what you needed- and i succeeded. but i thought maybe- just maybe that you would return the favor. that you would see that i love you and that i always have! that you would see that i needed you in a different way than just sex! i want to go out for dinner with you, and cuddle up in bed together. i want to spend time with you knowing that we aren't just fucking friends! i always held on to any word you would say and any forehead kiss that you would give me hoping that it meant something. and now i see how stupid and gullible i am." you hands were moving along with each word that you shouted at him.

"y/n." pedri whispered with his head down. "what?" you said. you had stopped shouting - completely drained and tired of this situation. "i'm sorry but- but i don't feel the same way."

pedri's words were carved into your skin. they repeated on and on and on in your mind. they were dragging you down, and you felt the embarrassment creep up your ears. part of you was taken aback. you never expected him to be this blunt and cold. but the rest of you knew that he never felt the same way about you.

''then get out."

"what?" pedri said shocked, eyes finally meeting yours. "you're kicking me out of your house because i don't fucking love you?" "no! i'm kicking you out because your being here is fucking killing me! i can't see you anymore, pedri, i can't." you were so mentally and physically drained and it was evident in your voice and eyes. your salty tears flodded your cheeks and your breath was shaky.

pedri pursed his lips and nodded slowly, his mouth going dry. he took a deep breath before grabbing his jacket and leaving out the same door he came in.

[loverofcats14]

Under the Table... FemMc x Lucifer

Lucifer x FemMC

Poor Lucifer,his unhealthy habits and Diavolo keep him a workaholic. Hasn't seen you for 2 weeks! Well, except dinner... why can't he have some fun?

     "Lucifer, this event will be the greatest one yet! Though we need paperwork to host The Fall,we should consol the owner..And ask Luke and Barbatos to bake goods!" Diavolo was ranting on as he was scrapping the paper with ink. "How long do we have to work on this...event Diavolo?" Lucifer signed rubbing his temples.

"Aw come on Lucifer its only the first week of October! We have 3 weeks to go! Don't worry you see MC at dinner you'll be fine! Besides after this we will have a month break on event planning!" Diavolo still playing attention to the bundles of binders. Three weeks.. Lucifer clenched his pen to the point it almost broke.

  "Now my lord,I know you're excited about the Halloween Dance,but give Lucifer a break for the rest of the night. It's already 9 p.m." Barbatos said as he placed down tea on the table.

"Alright Barbatos, go to dinner Lucifer." "Thank you Diavolo,I'll be here tomorrow at 6 a.m." Lucifer walked out thanking Barbatos.

I hope MC is still awake. Lucifer felt gulity for not sleeping with you much less giving you a goodbye kiss as he leaves. Lucifer just wanted to be with you seeing your face He'll make it up soon he thought.

"Should we start without Lucifer?" You asked staring at your plate. Thinking how busy Lucifer was to not even text you without sleeping. "I swear man he needs to lay off and chill!" Mammon groaned. "Aw Mammon it seems you care about your older brother." Asmo laughed. "Don't joke Asmo it's obvious he just wants Goldie back." Satan said as he was almost finished with his plate. "Come on you know how Lucifer is guys, he works too hard for Diavolo and does it again at home." Beel said as he gulfed down a burger.  "WHAAA Beel you said something smart!" Levi yelped.

"What are you talking about my brothers?" "ACKKK! LUCIFER CAUGHT US!" Levi starting to hide under the table. "Sigh,let's start dinner."

As Lucifer seated down for dinner next to you as  he saw you look happy as you listened to his brothers antics and laughed when Mammon made a fool of himself. He knows after dinner he'll fall asleep. He stared at your thighs seeing how you wore thigh highs and a short skirt to dinner. Why did she wear this to dinner? Was it for my attention? My brothers attention...? Lucifer didn't like the thought of you showing off to his brothers,especially since he hasn't seen you for weeks. He needs to show how he is still yours.

As he starts testing waters,he put his hands on your thigh. You shot him a suprised look wondering why all of a sudden he did this. He started to eat his plate somewhat paying attention to Mammon's and Levi's fight about what to spend money on. He realized your face has blushed as you try to move his hand away with your thighs. Oh wants to disobey me-? Lucifer smiled to himself.

Your heat felt hot considering Lucifer hasn't touched you in 2 weeks exactly. You didn't want him to know this simple gesture made you hot and heavy. As Lucifer moves his fingers iches closer to your heat he realized your underwear was wet. Oh this he can't let go. He moved your underwear to the side and started playing with your clit making circles and presing hard on it. The gloves made much more easier to make you feel aroused.

"Mc come on! Who's right!? Me or Levi!" Mammon yelled at you while Levi was trying to choke him. "Lucifer break this up! This is making wrinkles on my face!" Asmo said as he massaged his cheeks. "Yeah come on Lucifer! They're annoying the chapter I'm reading!" Satan irritatingly putting ear plugs in. The twins were minding their business as Belphie was sleeping and Beel eating away.

Lucifer looked at you trying to eat to not showing your blush. He just wanted to tease you just a little. "Now MC, only you can break this fight up who's right? Levi or Mammon?" He chuckled as he started to put his fingers in your folds. Your thighs started to frantically separate as you patheticly tried to keep them together. Lucifer felt great seeing you scattered with pleasure because of him."Come on Mc lets stop this pointless fight who's right?"

You didn't know why Lucifer was teasing you.He was the one who was late all the time to dinner and hasn't payed attention to you. Just the one night you dressed more premisculusly he came early. You missed his touch so much even though it's at a table! But your body just wanted him to keep going so you went along with this.

  "Well um-" Lucifer pushed his gloved fingers all the way in as you started talking. "Mhmgh! It's Levi! Levi's righht!" You slapped your hand over your mouth and put your head down. As Lucifer kept pumping his fingers in and out of you. "WHOOO SUCK IT MAMMON!" Levi rejoiced as Mammon was trying to choke him now  "Come on Leviathan and Mammon see how much stress you're putting on MC! So much she's hiding her face on the table!" Beel grumbled. "Ah yes Beel,Mc do you want to stop and sleep in my room as my brothers handle this themselves?" Lucifer felt your liquids seeping on his gloves. Thus he realized his erection was straining on him as you looked at him with lust painted all over your face.

"Yes! Please!" You slurred. Lucifer smiled as he took his hand out of you,and wiped it on the table cloth. The brothers were starting to yell louder too much to pay attention to you two sneaking off. "Mc,I missed you so much." Lucifer said as he groped your ass as you felt his erection. "Promise me you'll take off more time,so we can have more pleasure." You said cupping his pants. "Hahah, of course Mc." Lucifer said as he opened the bedroom door. This was going to be a long night.

Thanks for reading! This is my first fan fic so I hoped you liked it!!