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arqhaive · 16 days

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surprise, surprise ! | jmm21

genre: fluff. | pairing: pepe martí x reader (gender not specified) | word count: 1.4k

a/n: first fic ever!! took me a whole month to finalize whattt. hope you enjoy!! feedback is welcome!

-> baking cookies. ahh.. a classic solution to up lift moods. i mean it's definitely better than violence.

3:29 PM

you had just had the worst week ever, the most draining one ever, might you add. think of the most clichés to ruin someone's day, it happened to you. for every. single. day. of the week.

missing the bus, flunking a test despite studying, spilling your drink onto your clothes, burning your breakfast, forgetting your umbrella when it rained, dropping your phone and cracking the screen protector; you name it, it happened.

the worst of all: missing your boyfriend. pepe was away for the aurtrian grand prix. after what was a 2nd place in the sprint, you weren't there to celebrate with him, but he made sure to send you a bunch of photos and videos of the afterparty. he was due to come home yesterday, however, his relatives who lived overseas was also to come over to his house and he was tasked to accommodate them.

even though you facetimed and called every night, explaining how your day went and hinting that the week deteriorated your mood; you still didn't want to make it seem like the world revolved around you and pontentially shift pepe's focus from the his race.

so you were left to comfort yourself. which is easier said than done.

you'd honestly had enough of this week and what better way to end it than to bake cookies to stuff in your mouth while binge-watching some shows.

standing in the kitchen for, what felt like hours, mixing all the ingredients while following your so-called 'perfect recipe' for chocolate chip cookies. you could feel the relief rush through your body as you put the final batch of cookies in the oven and dust off your hands against your apron–

DING DONG...!

almost as an instinct your feet walk towards the kitchen door, "i'll get it" your mum beats you to the door. you try and sneak a glance for who's at the door but your mum's frame covers more than half of your view, "well hello, darling..." she exclaims with a definite surprise to her tone.

as you try to pry for another glance, your brain starts to go through everyone your mum could possibly be calling darling: dad? he isn't going to be home until tonight. your sister? she's out with friends. grandma and gr–

the train of thoughts is interrupted by your mum, "__, someone's here to see you".

who could it be? you run to the front door and see–

"pepe! oh my god!" you practically jump and wrap your arms around him. he chuckles at your reaction and returns the gesture by hugging you tighter. "hi, mi amor" he sets you down and hands you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. you bring the flowers to your nose and the scent makes you instantly smile.

"..but i don't understand, i thought you had family over?" you inhaled the scent of the freshly picked bouquet. "well.. yes, i actually had to excuse myself and thought we could go out, especially after you had such a rough week.." pepe's expression softens as he explains himself.

wait. rough week? how did he know?

"how- how do you know" now your brain was really using all it power to understand how on earth he knew. "you didn't seem too like yourself when we facetimed and you implied you had a bad week so.." he smiled softly and shrugged it off like it was normal to do.

your boyfriend is truly one in a billion.

you couldn't help but grin to yourself while letting your inner self squeal, because how did you actually get so lucky.

once you returned to your normal composure, you asked "where exactly are you planning to take me to?" your eyes meet his brown ones. "so.. i might've stolen my uncle's pick-up truck and bought tickets to the drive-in movie theatre that just opened up.." you blankly stare at your boyfriend after his newfound revelation. a few seconds go by and your boyfriend takes this as the queue to add "oh! and if you're worried that you're not prepared, i've got everything set: loads of blankets and pillows, soooo many snacks plus your favorite crisps and soda" he grins widely while reading your face anticipating your reply, god that smile somehow manages to convince you right then and there. "hold on, i've got to get the cookies out of the oven and then we'll be off" your giddy self rushes back inside the house to get ready, hastily.

pepe pulls into a parking spot, you have finally arrived at the place. the atmosphere is lively with a lot of couples, mostly around your age, cozily snuggling against their significant other. as soon as you spot an empty parking space, you gesture to pepe at the space and he wastes no time in putting the car in park.

you both get out of the car, taking a look around before helping one another set the trunk for a cozy movie time. placing the blankets and pillows in ways that covered the whole trunk floor, while pepe catches you up with everything that has happened since he landed back home. at the same time, your eyes flicker between the huge bag of snacks sitting in the middle of the trunk and your boyfriend's face, who's telling you something crazy that happened before the free practice. this distraction seems to get noticed by your boyfriend "do you wanna start eating the snacks?" your face emits a look of surprise, which earns a chuckle from pepe.

before you even try to protest, he pulls the huge bag full of snacks and plunges his hand, trying to dig down the bottom. after a while, his hands emerges with your favorite bag of crisps and your face immediate lights up.

you waste no time in popping the bag open once he's handed it to you, and before you know it, you've stuffed your face with the crisps. "woah.. woah.. slow down, don't wanna end up choking now do we?" he wipes the sides of your mouth with his hands cupping your face while doing, and all you do is just smile like a kid.

before long, an announcement could be heard blasting from the loud speakers, notifying everyone the movie is going to be projected soon. you were too busy munching on your crisps to pay attention to the a word it said. however, the shuffling behind you was difficult to miss, you tilt your head to face behind you and focus your gaze to your boyfriend, who's making himself comfortable in between the blankets and pillows you guys laid out. he notices your stare and grins at you before patting the space next to him, gesturing for you to sit next to him.

you take your shoes off and kick them to the side before nestling beside pepe, before getting back to finishing your chips. once you've dusted off the crumbs and made sure your hands were clean, you let yourself lean on to your boyfriends' shoulders, the feeling of relief with the mix of exhaustion leaves your body with a sigh.

suddenly all your problems seems to leave your mind, the horrible luck that was persistent throughout the whole week? all gone. all that was left was the extreme peace you felt right at this moment, shared with your boyfriend. you smiled to yourself as you feel your boyfriend's head lay on top of yours.

the movie soon starts, and you were barely paying attention to the movie with the jar of freshly baked cookies on your lap, god knows how many cookies you've downed so far. your eyelids can't seem to keep open for any longer, it gets heavier by the passing second.

before you knew it, your eyes were closed and light snores came out of you. pepe's face softens as he glances to admire your peaceful state, with stands of hair lying on your face, he moves your hair and tucks it behind your ears, settling you as you snuggle closer to his figure. this gesture melts his heart, he felt so bad for leaving you behind while you had a horrible week and he was out racing and celebrating without you. he wishes he would be with you every day, every time, every second if possible. your boyfriend plants a kiss on your temple, smiles, and admires you one more time, "sleep tight, cariño"

he promises to be next to you, forever.

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munson-blurbs · 3 months

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@corrodedcoffinfest Day 13: Sex, Drugs, & Rock n Roll

Word Count: 677/Rating: M/Pairing: None/CW: drug use (marijuana), mentions of sex, moaning, general debauchery with the guys/Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, Jeff, Wayne Munson, competition

Divider credit to @silkholland

“Dude,” Gareth drawls, taking a long hit from the joint, “y’know what we should do?”

Grant laughs before his friend can even finish his sentence, plunging one hand into the bag of pretzels to his left.

Eddie plucks the joint from Gareth, earning a scowl from Jeff who was next up in the rotation. “What’s up?”

Gareth grins. “We should record a song—”

“Already did that,” Jeff cuts in.

“Shut the fuck up! Anyway,” Gareth takes an exaggerated breath, “we should, like, record a woman moaning and put it in the track. Like in Rocket Queen.”

Grant drops a pretzel. “You’re a fuckin’ genius!” He tries to clap Gareth on the back but misses, sending the two into a fit of giggles.

“Yeah, a genius.” Eddie rolls his eyes. “Except for the fact that we’re not exactly drowning in moaning women.” He stretches, exposing a sliver of torso. “In fact, I’m pretty sure you’re all still virgins. The handy that Jeff got behind the Hideout doesn’t count.”

Jeff elbows him, but Eddie’s too high to notice. “Maybe we don’t need women,” Jeff muses. “Ed, you still got that tape recorder?”

Eddie’s brows shoot up. “Yeah. Somewhere around here.” He digs around under his bed until he finds it, blowing off the dust.

Jeff presses the PLAY and RECORD buttons in unison. The cassette’s wheels spin. “Check, one, two,” he mumbles into the mic.

And then he lets out one long, shrill moan.

“What the fuck,” Gareth guffaws, “was that?”

Eddie yanks the recorder away from Jeff. “Someone’s gonna think we’re torturing puppies and call animal control.”

“Seriously, dude. What porn are you watching?” Grant adds. He takes the recorder from Eddie. “It’s gotta be sexy. Like this.”

He holds the microphone close to his mouth, breathing out moans in short bursts. After ten seconds of that, he glances around the room to gauge everyone’s reactions.

“Well…” Eddie starts, taking another hit, “that was…less bad than Jeff’s.”

A triumphant grin stretches across Grant’s face. Eddie’s too stoned to elaborate that their other guitarist had set the bar in hell.

Instead, he turns his attention to the drummer. “Gare? You willing to give it a shot?”

Grant snickers. “Should be easy for him considering he’s barely hit puberty.”

“That’s not what your mom said last night,” Gareth shoots back. Grabbing the mic, he lets out a series of what sound like pained yelps.

Eddie scrambles for the tape recorder. “So that’s gonna be a hard pass from me,” he says with obviously feigned kindness, “but we’ll keep you in mind if we ever need an impression of someone being electrocuted.”

“Whatever.” Gareth crosses his arms over his chest. “Why don’t you give it a try, Sex God?”

“Just because he’s gotten laid doesn’t mean he’s made her moan,” Jeff points out, earning a high-five from Grant.

Eddie flips them off. “Fuck all of you. I’ll have you know I’m a goddamn giver.”

He double-checks that the cassette wheels are spinning, then indulges the guys in the most realistic moaning they’ve ever heard outside of Family Video’s adult section.

“Oh my god! H-oh my god! Yes, yes, yes!”

“Boy, what the hell are you doing?”

Wayne Munson stands in the trailer’s entrance carrying two brown paper bags filled with groceries.

Eddie’s cheeks turn bright red, sobriety infiltrating his brain. Long gone is his hazy high. “N-Nothing.” He drops the microphone. “Just messing around.”

“Sounds like a goddamn brothel in here,” Wayne grumbles, shoving Chef Boyardee cans into the pantry.

“Wait.” Eddie forces himself to look at his uncle. “Like, did it actually sound good? Did I sound like a woman moaning?”

Wayne studies him with a look of sheer disappointment and disbelief. “I’m gonna go out to the truck and get the last bag,” he says slowly, “and when I come back, I want these numbskulls gone, and I want you to never ask me something like that again.”

“Got it.” Eddie nods, but the second Wayne leaves, he turns to his bandmates.

“Looks like we have a winner, boys.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #fanfic #wayne munson #corroded coffin #corroded coffin fest #gareth emerson #jeff corroded coffin #grant corroded coffin

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queenmayor23 · 11 months

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How do we tell our son?

Y/N, Buck, and Eddie leaned on the kitchen island, watching Christopher play his video game.

"So, how are you two planning on telling him?"

"Yes, Eddie, how are you planning on telling your son?"

"Oh, so he's my son now."

"He's been your son since he was born. I inherited him just a year and some change ago."

"Yeah, this one's on you."

"Why don't you tell him?"

"And have him hate his favorite Uncle Buck? Not a chance. Have you even tested the waters on this conversation yet?"

"I asked him if he liked Y/N once."

"And?"

"And he asked if he could have his sleepover party at your place, and I had to tell him no because I was horny and we were fighting, and I didn't want him and his friends to wake up to us…. doing us. You know how much I love angry sex."

"Was that when you brought Chris to Maddie's, and we did that thing with the rope and the nipple clamp…"

Eddie stood behind Y/N, signaling Buck to stop, but it was too late.

"You what?"

"Bebe. I'm sorry-"

"Edmundo. Diaz."

"Somebody's in trouble."

"Not helping Buck."

"Are you serious? That was supposed to be our thing. The one thing that we didn't share with Buck. We share clothes, food, beds, but not that."

"I was upset, and I'm so sorry. Can you forgive me for the sake of our son?"

"Yes, just because you said "our son," and it sounds so nice when you say it."

"If you like that, you should hear me call my husband's name."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Eddie and Y/N were chest to chest. They would have burned down the building if their sexual tension were a fire.

"You mean we could live with Y/N forever? Awesome!"

Y/N and Eddie look at the sofa to Christopher and Buck looking back at them.

"I helped."

"Dad, when do we move to Papa's house?"

"I thought you liked living here."

"I do, but Papa has a park across the street, and last time, he told me that he would teach me how to play basketball so I could beat a meatball."

"A meatball?"

"You are looking a little beefier than usual."

"Me? You think you two can beat me?"

"You are a man of many talents, but basketball is not one of them."

Y/N pats Eddie on his shoulder, earning a disheartened frown. Chris turns around to resume his game, and Buck enters the kitchen to refill his water bottle.

"Great, now that's over. Now, all you have to do is tell the crew."

"You didn't tell the 118?"

"No, I thought you did."

"Why would I tell them you spend all day with them?"

"Who doesn't know? Hen knows that means Chim knows; therefore, Maddie knows."

"Buck knows."

"Ravi was your best man, so if he doesn't know, he's more of a himbo than me."

"Bobby knows from our anniversary dinner."

"Did you tell Athena?"

"No, she scares me. But she's not stupid she has to know."

"How about this? At the Halloween party, just announce it. You'll have everyone in the same room and only have to do it once."

"That's not a bad idea."

"Look at you, Buck-a-roo."

"I help."

Buck smiles like a puppy dog, receiving a cheek rub from Y/N as his face falls in thought.

"Same room?"

"What? What's wrong now?"

"The holidays. Last year, we were in Cancun with the crew for Thanksgiving, and-"

"You were in the hospital for Christmas."

"So, which family gets what holiday?"

"My family hates Thanksgiving, so we do Christmas in Texas."

"My family will kill me and send a search party for me if I miss a New York Christmas two years in a row."

"You are just adding to the headcannon."

"Here we go again."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Eddie thinks I'm in a mafia family just because I'm a New York Italian."

"Your father's name is Don. You have a weird fascination with gold chains and wearing sunglasses all day, you have a cousin named Vinny, you call people meatball, you said they called you Baby Gambino when you were a kid-"

"Because I was a chubby kid and snuck off to our family's bakery..."

"It's not just a bakery; it's bakeries, meat markets, pizzerias, wine shops, grocery stores, and that's just the stuff you've mentioned."

"... and I don't know how many times I have to tell you my father's name is John, but with his accent, it sounds like Don. You know what, how about you ask him? We do Thanksgiving in Texas and Christmas in New York, and when we're all at the table, you can ask him in front of my whole family."

"Maybe I will."

"If you want to die."

Y/N playfully nudges Buck into a light chuckle.

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baby-alien11 · 1 year

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Y/N Ulrich and Jack Champion instagram interactions

yn.ulrich, jasminesavoy, dylanminnette and 104, 266 more

jackchampion this is from the day we adopted baby dragon jake... oh, and our first date (the photo was taken by our parents)

tagged: yn.ulrich

yn.ulrich best fisrt date ever!!

yn.ulrich please come back, the kids (butter and jake) and I miss you

› jackchampion I just went to the kitchen for a glass of water, running quickly to you

usser2351 I want what they have

masonthegooding please tell me that after this they went to get kids meals at mcdonalds

› skeetulrich actually they ate corndogs before getting on a rollercoaster, they puked after that

› yn.ulrich omg dad, don't say that on the internet

usser6761 they are so perfect

jackchampion, camilamendes, melissabarreram and 10,593 more

yn.ulrich I left my phone alone for two minutes and this is one of the fifthy photos that I found in it

tagged: jackchampion

jackchampion I was bored and you left me alone

› yn.ulrich totally valid reason

usser430 y/n is feeding us with content

jennaortega that was the face he used to practice how to ask you on a date

› yn.ulrich aww, this makes this photo more special

jamieflatters I have more photos and videos of him when we were filming Avatar, do you want them?

› yn.ulrich YES PLEASE

› jackchampion jamie, no

yn.ulrich, jennaortega, misstrinitybliss and 125,114 more

jackchampion look how cute she looks when she sleeps

tagged: yn.ulrich

misstrinitybliss i love Y/N room

julrich21 we call that the calm before the storm

› naiia she is like a bomb of energy once she is awake

› yn.ulrich please don't say anything humiliating

usser139 did she actually fell asleep with the candles light on??

› jackchampion no, I light them up the moment I arrived

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yn.ulrich Butter has a new hairstyle, and also smells good

tagged: jackchampion, thebutterschronicles

jackchampion I haven't seen him so calm during a bath until today

› yn.ulrich what can I say? animals love me

vanessamorgan that is the most adorable sphynx cat I've ever seen

usser769 Butters seems so happy

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jackchampion please don't ask

tagged: yn.ulrich

masonthegooding HAHAHAHAHA

usser241 i'm curious about this

baileybass context please

› yn.ulrich we lost a bet to my sister, that's the context

› naiia I'm glad I won

› jackchampion yeah, we know

jackchampion, skeetulrich, madelame and 63, 571 more

yn.ulrich if my boyfriend, dad and uncle can be ghostface, why can't I?

jackchampion YESSS LET'S BE GHOSTFACE TOGETHER

› yn.ulrich PERFECT COUPLE ACTIVITY

skeetulrich that's my little girl

matthewlilard WELCOME TO THE CLUB NIECE

deadmeat does this means you will have a mayor role in next movies?

› yn.ulrich I actually did this for fun, but I don't know anything about the next Scream movie

› yn.ulrich I'm a big fan of you, James and Chelsea

lianaliberato let's have sparkling ghostface robes

› yn.ulrich OMG YES

BONUS

yn.ulrich, jackchampion, kjapa and 249, 083 more

skeetulrich this is what I found when I arrived at the kitchen, they told me that they had something important to show me, please get this kids out of my house

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kjapa send them to us

› madelame yess! we want to meet baby Ulrichs boyfriend

yn.ulrich dad, we aren't kids

› jackchampion yeah, we are eighteen

usser7989 they're so random

melissabarreram I love their chaotic energy

#jack champion imagine #jack champion x you #jack champion scream #jack champion x reader #jack champion #ethan landry #skeet ulrich

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mrsevans90 · 9 months

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 9

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller

Warnings: Smut, Sy overthinking, PTSD, talk of period, threats to punch someone, language.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own.

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 8

The work week feels as though it’s going terribly slow. Monday night I made plans with Walter to meet up for dinner and a beer. I wanted to thank him for getting to my girl so quickly last weekend and asked him to keep a close eye on the situation. He informed me that Colin bonded out Monday morning but that he was beyond pissed about being locked up for the weekend. The jail doesn’t do releases on Sunday so he ultimately had to sit and wait until someone could bail him out Monday morning which probably enraged him more than just initially being brought back in. I updated Walt on the security measures taken at Emma’s house and then let him know she was having a professional security system installed on Tuesday. I made sure to text Emma throughout the day when I could and called her every night before bed but I found myself really missing her. By Monday night, our texts started getting flirtier and Tuesday we found ourselves straight up sexting. I felt like a teenager telling her all the things that I wanted to do to her and even sent her a picture of me shirtless after a workout before getting into the shower. After my shower, I saw that she replied with a daring picture of her in lingerie laying in her bed and I swear I thought I had a stroke from how long I stood there staring at her picture. Her hair was curled and laid out over her shoulders, she had her bottom lip tucked in between her teeth and was wearing a deep purple lace lingerie set that instantly had me sweating. Without thinking, I immediately video called her even though we hadn’t done that yet. I was surprised with how quickly she answered the phone.

“I was wondering if you either died or just didn’t like my picture.” Emma says as she answers the phone. She was still lying in bed but had the covers pulled up under her arms.

“Sugar, I think I just about had a stroke when I got out of the shower and saw what you had sent me. Sweet Jesus babygirl, you are beautiful.”

“Thank you. I definitely looked at your picture for longer than I care to admit.” She smiles shyly.

“Oh yeah? Like Ol’ Sy all sweaty from a work out?”

“Mmhmm.. reminds me of when I get you sweaty from other workouts with me. Cardio specifically.”

“You naughty little minx. How about now that I’m all cleaned up?” I pan my phone down to show my raging hard on not concealed by anything since I didn’t bother with boxers once I got dried off, too distracted by Emma’s selfie.”

“Jesus Sy! Looks like you might be missing me a little bit.” She says cheekily.

“Just a bit. I’d be willing to bet that you might be missing me too?”

“Mmm, the little wet spot on my panties says yes.”

“Fuck, darlin! Let me see, please.”

Emma throws the covers off of her and spreads her legs to show me and I growl through the phone. She surprises me when she slides her thong to the side and shows me her petals glistening with her want. She arches her back and unclasps her bra to show me her perfect tits, begging to be sucked on.

“Oh, babygirl. I need you to touch that sweet little peach for me. Would you want to do that?” She nods and I start slowly stroking my cock.

“Pretend it’s me baby, put two of your fingers in that tight little pussy and curl ‘em up just like I do.” She breathily agrees and follows my instruction. I place my phone where she can see me stroking myself and I hear her moan.

“My fingers are too small. Yours fill me up better.” She whines.

“Oh, but I’m picturing those little hands wrapped around me before you spread your mouth and put your gorgeous lips on my cock.”

“Yeah? Mmm keep going baby.” She mutters as she continues to work herself towards her high.

My voice gets deeper as I’m thrusting into my fist, “Oh I’d be spinning you around so I could get my tongue on your tasty little peach while you choked on my cock baby. I’d have your sexy ass cheeks spread above my face while I shoved two fingers in you and make you squirt all over my tongue while you swallowed my cum.”

“Ah, Austin! I’m cumming!” She cries out and I fuck my fist harder until my release spurts all over my chest and abs. Damn, I’ll need to shower again. I hate cum on my chest hair.

“Damn, darlin’!” I say as I lay back and look at Emma through the screen. She looks back at me shyly and fixes her panties before leaning forward and tugging a t-shirt over her. I am immediately jealous that it’s not my t-shirt and think I should give her one to sleep in so that maybe she’ll dream about me.

“Don’t get all shy on me now, Sugar. We’ve done much dirtier stuff than that.” I laugh as I use my towel to wipe my spend off of myself before tossing it in the hamper and listen to her giggle.

“It just feels different not being able to snuggle up to you right after and feel you.” She murmurs.

“I know, angel. How about we have dinner tomorrow night so I can at least see you, if you’re free.”

“That’d be nice. Want to come to mine and we can just order take out? Maybe from Gia’s?”

“Sounds perfect, Babygirl. Everything go okay with the alarm system install today?”

“It did. The guy taught me how to use everything and I got all of the accompanying glass break sensors as well as the fire alarm and carbon monoxide connections too. It’s fully armed and already feel more relaxed knowing that the whole place is being monitored by the alarm company. Maybe that’s why I sent that spicy picture to you.”

“Well, that definitely makes me so happy and relieved. Plus, you got me acting like a teenager practically cumming on myself the second I saw you. You always look so beautiful, Sugar. Even now you’re stunning in just a t-shirt, although I wish it was my t-shirt you were wearing.” Her cheeks blush into a bright pink at the compliment I give her and I make it a new goal to get her blushing like that every time I talk to her.

“If I had one of yours, I would sleep in it.” She says with a yawn.

“Guess I better get one to you then.” She nods enthusiastically and I can tell she’s getting sleepy.

“I’m going to let you go and get some rest now, beautiful. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, alright?”

“Mkay, goodnight Austin. Sweet dreams.

“You too, Darlin’. Night.” I tell her before hanging up. I decide to not bother with rinsing off again since I’ll shower after my run in the morning and brush my teeth so I can turn in for the night.

I jolt upright from a nightmare and feel the sweat trickle down my chest. Fuck. I brush my hands over my face and look at my phone as I try to catch my breath. 1:56 am. Aika whines at me and slowly patters over to the bed in the moonlit room.

“I’ll be alright girl. Just the usual shit. Sorry I woke you up.” I gruffly tell her and point for her to get back in her bed. At least someone should get some sleep. To my surprise, Mills is still unconscious on his side in his little dog bed. Normally, my yelling or grunting during nightmares has Aika, whose hearing abilities have started to fade in her old age, up and by the bed in a matter of minutes in an attempt to comfort me. I stretch my bones and head to the restroom to relieve myself and cool off with some cold water on my face and head. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. What am I doing? I can’t get involved with Emma. She deserves the perfect guy and a picket fence lifestyle. I’m fucked up and can’t even sleep for more than three hours some nights. What if she had been here tonight and saw this? I could hurt her in my sleep. I got lucky the two nights that she stayed here, but I also don’t think I’ve ever slept so well. That could be because she wore me out with her sex abilities. God, I wish I could just turn it all off. All of the trauma and the nightmares. I would give anything not to see the blood, smell the gunshot smoke, or hear the sounds of assault rifles firing around me. She’s beautiful and delicate and already scared enough from the loser she used to date. The last thing I would ever want is for her to be afraid of me. I toss some more cold water in my face before I head to the fridge and get a bottle of water. I try to lay back down knowing it’s hit or miss if I’ll fall back asleep. If I do, I’ll either pick up right where the nightmare left off, or I’ll be so exhausted that I’ll sleep without any dreams at all. That’s what I’m praying for. I close my eyes and try to think of nothing other than Emma’s smile. Emma’s happiness as she loves on the dogs, and her peaceful face while fully relaxed in sleep.

My alarm startles me awake at 5:30 and unlike most days I don’t want to get up. I was lucky that I was eventually able to fall into a dreamless sleep. I toss some shorts on and brush my teeth while the dogs do their business out back. After feeding them, I grab my earbuds and my phone, tie my tennis shoes and head out for my run. Pounding the pavement with Led Zeppelin blaring in my ears helps me clear out my head. Some people run to think through their problems. I do the opposite, I run to empty my head of anything and everything. Choosing to focus instead on the nature around me and the difficulty of the path I have chosen. Inhaling and exhaling is my focus. Everything else gets pushed away for another day.

Luckily the day moved on a bit quicker, probably since I was so tired. After listening to my Nana rave about Emma again and ask for updates, which I had none to give, I was able to get on to work and push my focus onto the project at hand. After work, I went home to shower and put on some clean clothes before loading up the pups and heading out. I even remembered to grab an old faded green army t-shirt to give Emma before I left. I was on my way to Emma’s house for dinner and was still feeling a bit conflicted about our relationship. It’s obviously all my own bullshit, but I can’t help but feel like Emma doesn’t know what she’s truly getting herself involved with because I haven’t shown her that side of me. I know nothing has been made official, and that’s my own doing but I don’t know how far I should let this go. I absolutely wanted to see her and spend time with her, that wasn’t a lie. I just worry about getting attached or involving her in my problems, more than she already knows of at least. I decide not to allow my self-loathing to ruin the night, so I talk myself out of that headspace before pulling into Emma’s driveway.

She answered the door and immediately loved on the dogs. Mills still has limited manners so I had to reprimand him a bit for jumping on her. Didn’t need him scratching up her gorgeous legs in those tiny little shorts. After the dogs made it inside, Emma wrapped her arms around my neck and stood on her tip toes to give me a kiss. It wasn’t overly passionate, but it was definitely more than a peck. It reminded me of our kiss that day on my back patio.

“Hi.”

“Hey, Babygirl. You doing okay?”

“Mmhmm. Is it lame to say that I missed you?”

“Nah, not if that’s how you’re feelin’. I missed you too, Sugar.” I say as I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. There’s that blush that I’m always aiming to see. I smirk at her.

“As always, you’re looking delicious.”

“Delicious? Like something edible?”

“You know I’m a man of my word and I’d love to eat every inch of you. I could show you if you don’t believe me.” She shakes her head incredulously as I smirk while my hands roam up and down her body. She bites her lip and I groan. She giggles and places a quick kiss against the scruff on my cheek before turning around and walking to the living room.

"I brought you something." I say and hand her the shirt. She beams at me before lightly kissing my lips.

"Thank you!" She inhales and I arch my eyebrow. "It smells like you."

"I hope that's not a bad thing." I chuckle.

"It's a very good thing." Wow, this is some real boyfriend shit, Sy.

We sit on the couch and I pull her legs across my lap, so that I can run my hands up and down them.

“I’ve already got my food order in the cart, what do you want to eat? I’m starving!”

“Hmm… I guess I’ll do some fettucine alfredo, and get some of those garlic knots please.”

“Mkay! Do you want a salad too?”

“I guess I ought too.” I say patting my belly. She rolls her eyes dramatically.

“Yeah, you’re almost at risk of losing one of your several abs. Can’t be too careful.” She says in her little southern sarcastic drawl. I arch my eyebrow at her. “Was that sass, lil’ miss? I’ll have you know, my abs aren’t going anywhere unless you start cooking for me every day. I’m still dreamin’ about those biscuits.” I tickle her sides and she attempts to fight me off.

“Okay, okay. I give up! No more tickles. Please, I can’t take it.” She says breathlessly and clutching her stomach almost in pain. Maybe I was too rough with her. She’s so small compared to me, I guess I need to be gentler.

“I’m sorry, Darlin’. Was I too rough?”

“Nope, just got a stitch in my side.” She replies.

After placing the order for our food, she shows me the alarm system that was installed so she can get my opinion on it. We head back to the couch and are involved in quite a heavy make-out session with Emma sitting in my lap. I start to unbutton her shorts so that I can slide my fingers into her warm, wet destination and am surprised that she shakes her head while pushing my hand away and says “not tonight.” I’m fine with it if she doesn’t want to do anything, I’ve never had an issue with being told no, but now I’m just curious as to if I’ve done something wrong. She’s acting just a little bit off towards me. I’m about to ask as the doorbell rings with our food order. After Emma receives the food, we sit down and start eating.

“You alright?” I ask her.

“Mmhmm.” She smiles over her glass of sweet tea but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“How’s work been so far this week?” She asks.

“Usual, busy with projects coming up but I’m not complainin’ about job security.” I tell her. “What about for you?”

“It’s been busy, I feel like I barely get a chance to sit down but good. I have two surgeries scheduled tomorrow, just regular neuters, but who knows what else may come up. Did you know there is a man in town who has a 28-year-old tortoise named Fred?”

“Yeah, that’s the young family that moved here a few years back. Jonathan Turner.”

“Yes! Fred was so sweet. I haven’t gotten to care for a tortoise since I was in vet school and even then, I mostly was just observing. He was healthy though, which is good. It took three of us to get him in and out of the owner’s car, but I got Janet to take a picture of me feeding him lettuce today.” She says while showing me the picture on her phone with a smile. There she is smiling widely while holding lettuce to a giant turtle. I love how passionate she is about her job.

“Well ain’t that the cutest. Send it to me.”

“I meant to send it to you earlier, but just got swamped with charting and forgot.” She tells me as she sends the photo to my phone. We’d been sending each other random candid pictures throughout the past couple of days.

“You never told me how your dad reacted to the whole Colin thing?” Maybe that’s what’s bothering her.

“Oh, it was essentially a two-hour conversation where he listed all of the reasons I should come back home to live with them, and then all of the reasons I’m not safe here. He feels like I’m ‘not hearing him’ or I’m ‘taking unnecessary risks in the name of independence.’”

“Why does he think you aren’t safe here?”

“Mainly because I’m alone, I don’t have friends or family close by, and Colin now knows my address and place of work.”

“He knows where you work?”

“Yeah. At work on Monday, Janet informed me that a man had called last Saturday and asked if I would be working that weekend. She explained that I wasn’t on call and for the weekend but that if there was an emergency, she could recommend an emergency veterinarian. He didn’t give her his name, but it had to be him.”

“Fuck.”

“Yup, that’s probably what he attempted first. I mean, it’s not hard to google my name as a veterinarian and find what clinic I’m associated with. That’s likely how he found out I was here in town.”

“Well, what’s the plan if he shows up at work?”

“I’ve given Janet his name and description. If he shows up, she is supposed to discreetly notify me and call the police. That’s really all I can do. I’m sure the entire town will know by the end of the week because she seems to be quite the gossip.” Emma says embarrassed.

“Baby, you’ve done nothing wrong and everyone will see that. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“It’s just that I was loving the fact that nobody here knew about my past. I wasn’t judged or pitied immediately. I was starting to get to know people and being viewed for my job and personality rather than some crazy sob story that everyone talks about. I’m just frustrated that it’s over now.”

“I can have a talk with her if”

“No, no. I appreciate it but I just don’t want to bring it up anymore.” She interrupts.

“Alright, how’d you leave things with your parents?”

“Well, Dad wanted to come out immediately but I still don’t have anywhere for him to stay. I'm not going to let them waste money on a hotel. I’ve convinced them to wait until the weekend after next to come and visit. So, I have to get all of the furniture for the guest bedroom figured out this weekend.”

“I’m happy to help if you’d like.”

“I might take you up on that offer because otherwise I planned to hire someone to help me get a bed inside.”

“Nah, sweetness. Sy’s gotchu.”

“Yes, he does.” She grins.

“I’m ready for dessert.” She says while I’m cleaning up the plates from our dinner.

“Whatcha got in mind?” I ask because I’m thinking it’s not the same as what I had in mind originally.

“Ice cream!” She opens the freezer door and pulls out a large gallon of blue bell vanilla ice cream. That brand is about the closest to homemade that you can buy. That’ll do.

She brings it to the counter and reaches on her tiptoes to bring down two bowls from the cabinet.

She hands me the scoop and I get started scooping some out for us as she scopes out some chocolate syrup.

“I need chocolate.” She smiles. We take our bowls to the living room and pile up on the couch but she leaves a little bit of space between us which feels unusual.

“Something I did to bother ya, Sugar?”

“No, not at all! Why do you say that?”

“You just seem a little off tonight. I’m not saying anything’s wrong, I just wanted to make sure I didn’t piss ya off without realizing.”

“God no. It’s not you. It’s me, I’m just not feeling great.”

“Coming down with something?” I ask.

“Not necessarily. It’s… sorry, it’s awkward to say, but it’s that time of the month. Started around lunchtime today and the cramps can be pretty painful.” She whispers with pink tinted cheeks.

Duh. The chocolate, not wanting my hands in her pants, holding her tummy after I tickled her.

“Babygirl, I’m a grown man. Nothing to be shy or embarrassed about. I ain’t afraid of a little blood. You coulda told me and I would’ve brought you some medicine or sweets. It’s natural, Sugar.” She fidgets with her fingers while I’m speaking.

“Sorry, Colin was always weirded out if I said anything about it. Heaven forbid he saw me buying tampons. He acted like I was disgusting and I guess, old habits die hard.”

“He’s a pussy.” I say and she laughs at my response.

“He is. One time, I bled on the bed when I got my period in the middle of the night and he was so freaked out. I apologized but he threw the sheets away. He wouldn’t let me wash them. Just threw them away and told me to buy some new ones. He made it more embarrassing than it already was. It was right after we moved in together so I just assumed he wasn’t used to living with a woman but he never got comfortable with ‘feminine things.’”

I sigh. Poor thing. “I’m not like that. Periods are natural and I don’t have a problem with any of it. I’ll even buy you tampons if you need me too. Even rub your little tummy.” I say with a grin and she smiles back. “You don’t have to be worried about telling me. In fact, next time, please tell me so I can come prepared to make you feel better.”

“I just didn’t want to gross you out. We still haven’t been seeing each other that long and I guess I was just embarrassed.”

“I swear if that douchebag ever shows back up, I’m not showing restraint again. I’m going to punch that asshole straight in the face for ever making you feel bad.” I tell her as I set the bowl on the coffee table.

“I appreciate the sentiment but you don’t have to do that. Hopefully we’ll never see him again. Maybe he got the point last time.”

“Come ‘ere.” I tell her as I pat my lap.

She climbs up on my lap and I shift us so I'm spooning her on the couch with my arm under her head. I reach under her the edge of her shirt to gently place my hand across the width of her little abdomen. She sighs and snuggles her face into my arm.

“Thank you.” Her muffled voice says against my skin.

“Don’t have to thank me for a thing. In fact, thank you for telling me what was going on. I was worried I made you mad somehow.”

“How would you have made me mad? You’re perfect. You literally never do or say anything wrong.”

“Sugar, I do a lot wrong, not intentionally of course. I’m a typical man so I can sometimes be an idiot. I might say or do something wrong and not even realize.” I chuckle and so does she. “Just promise me you’ll tell me if I fuck up and don’t realize?”

“I promise.” She says. We sit there in silence just cuddling a bit before she speaks.

“Would you tell me about your mom?” It catches me off guard.

“What do you want to know?”

“What was she like? Did she look like you? What do you miss the most about her.”

“She was the most incredible mother I could imagine having. Very loving, not very subtle when she didn’t like something I did, but she loved me anyway. She had long dark curly hair like mine before the chemo made it fall out. She was a great cook; got that from Nana, and she loved gardening. She always had the prettiest yard with all kinds of different flowers. She was a teacher when I was growing up, taught first grade at the elementary school. She loved reading and made sure I had hundreds of books to read. I guess I miss just talking to her the most. She always had a way of calming me down. She was extremely wise and would listen patiently before dropping the most prophetic advice you could imagine.” I smile at the thought but then images of her sick and weak from the chemo pop into my brain and I stop.

“I’m so sorry she got sick and you lost her. She sounds incredible.”

“She really was. I miss her a lot. She died and I guess I lost all sense of direction for a while. Decided to focus on the military and let it harden me a bit.”

“It was how you chose to grieve. I certainly don’t know what I would’ve done in your position… Do you regret serving in the army?”

“Not at all. Serving my country gave me purpose when I didn't have any. It definitely kept me from going buck-wild and down a dark road. I shouldn’t even be alive, but I am so I have to make the most of the life I was given when others weren’t so lucky.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just…I just got lucky. Good men died out there in front of me. Under my leadership. It’s hard to go on from that and act like life is normal when you’ve seen some of the things that I have.”

“You could tell me about it… you know, if you wanted too. You don’t have to carry that alone.” She turns in my arms to face me.

“I can’t.” I tell her, my voice almost cracking. She looks at me and nods.

“I’m here if you ever want too.”

“Thanks, Sugar. Don’t worry about me. I’m alright.” I rub the scruff on my head.

We lay there just cuddling and watching tv before she yawns and I know I need to head on home. We both have work tomorrow.

After several goodbye kisses and the promise of Friday lingering in our minds, I load up the dogs and head on home.

Part 10

Author's Note: Just a heads up friends, I am still in the first trimester of my pregnancy and the morning sickness (ALL DAY SICKNESS) is making it so hard to write when I want too. The doc put me on meds to help, but they make me super sleepy. I also have other littles that require a lot of time and attention. Just to let y'all know, updates may be slow but I will be working on it when I have time/feel well enough. Thank you for your patience with me and THANK YOU for following along on Sy and Emma's journey!

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Hostile Territory - Chapter 23

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 6.5K

Warnings: Party time, Family Drama, Hand Job, Dom/Sub Undertones

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Day 204

After they’d finished setting up, Leah went to the bathroom to change. When she returned, Sy momentarily forgot how to breathe. She wore a black long-sleeved dress with thigh high socks and a pair of simple black Vans. The flowy skirt of the dress was short, ending a few inches above the socks and showing off her tattoos.

“Please tell me you’re wearing underwear under that,” he blurted out before he could think better of it.

Leah closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Wanna check and make sure?” she teased.

Sy hesitated for a second but decided to trust that if Leah was offering it was because she was prepared for the possibility of him saying yes. His hands followed the curve of her ass downwards, slipping under the hem of her dress and following her soft skin all the way to the edge of the boyshorts she’d put on under her dress.

“Good girl,” he praised, reassured that he wouldn’t have to threaten anyone with bodily harm for catching a glimpse of Leah’s ass.

The next hour passed in a blur of names and good food. Caleb knew his way around a grill, that was for sure. Throughout their dinner, everyone took a moment to greet Leah and welcome her home.

Once the plates had been cleared, a few of the guys prepared the fire pit. Sy was happy to see that it was one of those chiminea style ones. Fire combined with dozens of drunk boys was often a recipe for injuries or forest fires but that was less likely with an enclosed flame.

The music was turned up as guests started moving to the open space that apparently served as a dance floor. Leah was chatting with Killian and Trevor—two of her friends from high school—along with Camden, Lachlan and his girlfriend, Isobel.

At first, Camden and Lachlan had used every possible opportunity to grill Sy but eventually they either gave up or decided he wasn’t so bad and they turned their focus back to catching up with Leah.

Killian was in the middle of telling a story about some girl he’d been seeing when Sy’s phone rang. He frowned as he saw the video call request, briefly hesitating whether or not to ignore it, but he eventually decided he should take the call.

“Sorry,” he kissed Leah’s temple as he stood, “itʼs my sister. Iʼll be inside.”

The cabin was surprisingly well insulated, the sound of the music being nearly completely muffled as he closed the door behind him.

“Hey Liv.”

His sister didn’t return his greeting, jumping right into what she had to say.

“I called mama to know what night we should come over for family dinner and she said you’d gone chasin’ after some girl! Ya didn’t think to say goodbye?”

The old couch in the lounge area creaked as Sy’s weight sank into the cushions.

“To be honest, I didn’t think you’d notice. Ya didn’t mention y’all were plannin’ on comin’ by again.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Sy winced at what could only be described as a high pitched squawk. He wasn’t sure why she was so offended. If anything, he was the one who should have an issue with her.

“The other night y’all were only there for like two hours before goin’ home and ya said maybe three full sentences to me in that time.”

Olivia’s mouth dropped open as she scoffed. “It was a school night and the kids had homework.”

“Ya couldn’t have maybe written the teacher a note explainin’ that their uncle was back on American soil for the first time in years and that they could catch up on schoolwork another time?”

Sy didn’t know much about kids and schoolwork but he was pretty sure they could have played the returning hero card if they’d wanted to. Didn’t schools still say the pledge of allegiance every morning? And if not, how much trouble could they really be in for not doing their homework? The oldest wasn’t even ten years old yet.

“They can’t just skip homework, education is the most important thing at their age.”

It was Sy’s turn to scoff.

“Don’t I fuckin’ know it. I’ve been comin’ second fiddle to your education since the day I was born.”

“That’s not true.”

Sy suddenly snapped, not managing to keep his cool any longer.

“Isn’t it?” he half shouted. “Do you know how many teachers I had that were excited to have me as a student until they realized I was the Syverson sisters’ dumb younger brother? Do ya know how humiliatin’ it is to be the only seven year-old in your class who can barely fuckin’ read? No, ya don’t ‘cause whenever I came to ask either of y’all for help, Abi was always out readin’ in the garden and you were yellin’ at me to get outta your room.”

Just like that, Olivia went from combative to defensive.

“That’s not fair. I was eleven, it wasn’t my job to play teacher.”

“No, you’re right, it wasn’t your job. As for fair? Is it fair that after barely showin’ me the time of day ya call me up to yell at me ‘cause I decided to go after somethin’ I want instead of puttin’ everyone else first for once in my fuckin’ life?”

“Ya can’t be that self-absorbed. When have ya ever had to put anyone else above yourself?”

Sy counted out on his fingers as he spoke.

“When I was six and ask my friend’s older brother to fake mama’s signature on my failed tests so that she could focus on takin’ care of two newborns instead of worryin’ about me. When I enlisted at eighteen so that our parents would have one less mouth to feed while they worked to put you and Abi through college. When I gave up on buyin’ my own place to help pay Jackson and Austin’s tuition and all four of your weddings. Where the fuck do you think our parents got thirty-five hundred dollars for your designer dress?”

Olivia’s face fell as she realized he wasn’t talking out of his ass.

“I— I thought that with mama goin’ back to work full-time and daddy’s promotion—”

“Mama’s a file clerk in the county records office and pops is a shift supervisor at a warehouse. Ya really think that’s enough to save over a hundred grand in less than ten years? ‘Cause that’s how much I’ve sent them.”

“Ya shoulda told me,” she whispered as she sank down on her pristine white leather couch.

“Why? Would ya have treated me differently if ya’d known? I shouldn’t have to pay ya to give a shit, Olivia.”

“I do give a shit! Itʼs just kinda hard to get along when you’re never here. Ya may have helped pay for our weddings but ya werenʼt there. You left us, not the other way around.”

“Iʼve got better shit to do than sit here and listen to ya have a tantrum. Say goodbye to the kids for me.”

“I hope sheʼs worth it,” she spit right before ending the call.

The sound of footsteps coming down the hall alerted Sy to the fact that he wasn’t alone. He looked up to see Caleb holding out a fresh bottle of beer. He must have been in the bathroom when Sy moved inside.

“How much of that did ya hear?”

“Basically all of it. It’s a small place, sorry man.”

“Honestly, that fight was a long time comin’. It was bound to happen at the most inconvenient time.”

To Sy’s surprise, Caleb fell into the seat across from him. He hadn’t planned on discussing the subject any further but it seemed the younger man had other ideas.

After a long moment of silent staring, Caleb finally spoke.

“You’re fucking perfect for each other, you know that?”

Sy wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting him to say but it sure as hell hadn’t been that. Feeling a little more at ease, he leaned back and finally took a sip of the cold beer.

“How do you figure that?”

“You’re basically the same, except that you had two really different upbringings.” Caleb looked over at the wall which was filled with happy family photos. One of them showed Caleb at what must have been his high school graduation. Another showed Leah half-way up some mountain she was climbing. Another was of the two of them with a man who was the spitting image of the both of them. Sy continued his perusal as Caleb began listing his observations.

“She wasn’t as strong as me in school despite trying really hard. For a long time after dad died she basically made herself invisible because she didn’t want to distract me. When she enlisted, she made me take her half of the inheritance so that I could pay for med school.”

Caleb was right. They were more similar than either of them had ever noticed.

“I wasn’t sure about you. It’s hard to accept that my baby sister is getting involved with a guy who’s not only a decade older—”

“Nine years, actually.”

Caleb smirked, shaking his head.

“A man who’s both almost a decade older and her superior but… I think you’re exactly what she needs because you’ll understand her. I think she’ll always want to put you first and that you’ll do the same for her.”

“Yeah, I will.”

Standing, Caleb clapped Sy once on the shoulder. “Just make sure you keep her alive and happy or I’m gonna show you that Leah’s not the only one who picked up a thing or two from our dad.”

Sy couldn’t help but smile. He believed with one-hundred percent certainty that Caleb would, in fact, follow through with his threat and the only thing it did was warm his heart.

“You know,” Sy stood to follow him out, “she doesn’t make the keepin’ her alive part easy. She’s fuckin’ stubborn as a mule and acts like she’s got nine lives.”

Caleb had one hand on the door, pausing before he pulled it open.

“Yeah, I do know. It was my job for four years. Why do you think I needed five other guys to help me take care of her? Tag, you’re it.”

The two men were laughing as they stepped outside, Sy making his way back to Leah’s side. Most people had joined the dancing but it seemed she was either uninterested or she was waiting for him to get back.

A familiar beat began to play over the speakers and a few of the guys were immediately hyped.

“Ooh!”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re far too kind!”

As Caleb and a guy he knew from the hospital began singing along, Sy realized the lyrics were wrong. He returned to Leah’s side, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. “What the hell is this?”

“It’s Encore by Jay-Z mixed with Numb by Linkin Park.”

As he thought about it, it wasn’t that strange of a mix. He’d never been a big fan of hip hop but he found that it worked over the beat.

“Yo Caleb!” one guy called from the crowd of people. “Run it back, run it back.” The dancers parted to let him and his girlfriend through. “Killer! Get your ass over here!”

Leah vigorously shook her head no, trying to wave him off. “No way. V, this is your dance.”

The woman, who Sy now remembered had introduced herself as Valentina and her boyfriend as Victor, pulled Leah up from her seat.

“It’s yours too and it’s not nearly as fun with a pregnant partner who can’t do half the moves. Go make his night, I’ll keep your man company.”

Victor’s girlfriend dropped down across from Sy who tried not to think too hard about how much he liked being called Leah’s man.

“How do you know Leah again?”

“Me, Vic and Leah were in the same performing arts program in high school. I got hurt two months before our final performance and Leah offered to sub for me since she was a year younger and wasn’t doing the senior showcase.”

Vic dragged Leah out to the makeshift dance floor and Caleb started the song again from the beginning. Everyone gave them space as Vic began leading Leah through a routine that Sy guessed might be tango mixed with more modern styles.

It was clear Leah was not as skilled as Vic but she seemed to remember the routine well enough, jumping for the lifts and following along to the fast footwork. They were dancing close together—intimately close—but Sy wasn’t jealous at all. He could tell by the expression on her face that Leah was having fun and nothing more. Vic kept his hands in safe territory, never straying from her back or thigh unlike when he’d danced with his girlfriend earlier.

Out of nowhere one of the single girls took the chair at the end of the table and leaned in to catch Valentina’s attention.

“Are you seriously okay with her grinding all over your boyfriend like that?” She huffed, shooting a dirty look over at Leah. “I don’t know why everyone is so hung up, I swear even the girls are drooling over her.”

Valentina was stunned silent but Isobel jumped in without a second of hesitation.

“Tammy, you’re new around here so maybe you hadn’t realized this yet but if you’re looking to get with someone, whining over the fact that Leah’s getting more attention than you is a bad way to do it. I can guarantee that any guy here would drop you like a hot potato if Leah came calling, not because they want her in their bed but because they respect the fuck out of that girl and love her even more. If you can’t handle that then I suggest you find somewhere else to be.”

Tammy sat there, mouth agape. She looked at each guy in turn as if expecting one of them to come to her defense but none of them said a single word. Seeming to realize she’d just screwed her chances with every available guy present, she threw her purse over her shoulder and stormed off.

The strange remix song had ended and the couples returned to dancing as they’d been before Vic interrupted them. He and Leah walked back to the table together where Vic wrapped his arms around Valentina from behind and cupped her belly. If he had to hazard a guess, Sy would have said she was about five months along—far enough that she was noticeably pregnant. Sy looked away, feeling like an intruder in their intimate moment.

“Do you dance?” Leah asked, gulping down a few sips of water as she caught her breath.

“Not like that.”

Leah only laughed, motioning for Sy to get up from his seat. “I barely dance like that.” Reaching out a hand for him to take, she walked backwards as she led Sy towards the other dancers.

“I’d never really danced until I offered to help Vic.”

Her statement took Sy by surprise. He would not have been able to follow that choreography as a new dancer much less perform it at a showcase with only two months of practice.

“Then why’d ya offer to sub for Valentina?”

Nibbling on her lip, Leah looked almost embarrassed. “Because growing up I watched a lot of dance movies and I wanted to be just like those girls except I was too busy with martial arts and learning the best ways of skinning a deer.”

It was the first time Sy had ever heard Leah express anything but complete happiness with the way she’d grown up. He could understand how it might feel like a betrayal of her father who’d done everything for her. As much as she might look like a tomboy, she had a more feminine side hidden away as evidenced by the outfit she was wearing. He was willing to bet that his mama would be more than happy to have a little bit of girl time with Leah and give her all the motherly love she was missing growing up.

Leah wrapped her arms around Sy’s neck and his hands easily found her hips. A slower hip hop song began to play, giving him the perfect excuse to hold her close though he tried to keep things PG considering she had a half dozen pseudo big brothers around.

“What about you, where’d you learn to dance?”

“When I started goin’ to bars I was told girls like a guy who can dance. And that line dancing didn’t count.”

Leah let out an exaggerated gasp. “I’d take a guy who can dance to Fake ID over a guy who can tango any day.”

“Guess I’m in luck then.”

Her face lit up with excitement and she immediately ordered Sy to pull his phone out of his pocket, making grabby hands as she did. She’d explained earlier that they’d set it up a Spotify playlist so that everyone could contribute a handful of their favorite songs and they would play on shuffle throughout the night to keep things fair. Leah found the song she was looking for and queued it so that it would be the next one to play.

Fake ID was not a known line dance. Most people only learned it if they were big fans of the Footloose remake. It was harder to learn than most since it had a longer series of steps to remember before it repeated. Then there was the fact that it was fast-paced and was hard to pick up on the spot.

Sy’d learned it for his brother Jax’s wedding so that he could surprise his bride with a big dance performance but, in the end, Sy hadn’t been able to make it home. He’d look like a dumbass following the YouTube tutorial led by the movie’s choreographers in the barracks but he’d really been hoping to make his brother happy.

When the song came on, there was a round of cheers from the girls. Like a well rehearsed routine, the pairs came apart and everyone fell into place by forming two lines—one for the guys and one for the girls. Leah kept her eyes on Sy, watching him follow the steps as if he’d done the dance a hundred times before.

Giggling with the girls around her, Leah had a broad smile plastered on her face. She moved with confidence, hitting every mark and looking damn good doing it.

Just before the bridge one of the girls shot her a wink and tipped her chin towards Sy. He didn’t realize the wink actually meant anything until the song slowed its pace and all the girls turned towards the line of men who had all stopped dancing and instead begun walking backwards as the girls strut towards them looking like hungry felines. It was obviously something they had practiced before, twirling and shaking their hips as they kept their eyes on their boyfriends. The onlookers whooped and hollered at the sexy display before them.

Leah was giving off the strongest fuck me vibes he’d ever seen—so strong he almost missed the last chorus starting up again, causing him to jump back into the dance a few steps behind the other men.

When the song came to its end, it was followed by She Doesn’t Mind by Sean Paul. Despite the odd change of pace, it was a perfect follow up to the previous song because all the boys dragged their girls flush to them. Caleb had found himself a partner in one of the single girls who’d scored an invite and was completely absorbed by her. It was a good thing because the way Leah turned her back to Sy and ground her ass against him was downright salacious.

“What do I gotta do to get ya all to myself for a while?” he murmured just loud enough for her to overhear over the music. She looked back at him over her shoulder, biting her lip.

“Go get a couple of drinks and meet me around the front.”

Leah reluctantly pulled away, heading inside as Sy watched her walk away. He collected a few beers as well as two sports drinks. He was not the type to tell a woman when she’d had enough but he also didn’t want Leah blackout drunk for whatever came next so he preferred having the option along just in case.

When he walked around to the front, Leah had retrieved her backpack from the bedroom and was stuffing something inside. She held out a hand for the drinks, dropping them in the bag and zipping it up.

“Where are we goin’?”

Leah smirked as she straightened. “Up.”

Sy’s gaze moved up the facade of the cabin all the way to the roof. “What is it with you and rooftops?”

“It started because I liked climbing things that weren’t supposed to be climbed. I kept it up because it was a good way to escape and clear my head.”

Leah jumped up, catching the rafter with both hands. She lifted her legs, hooking one knee over her opposite elbow and using the hold to free the weight from her other hand. Catching the vertical post, she switched her footing again to plant down on the bottom rafter and heave her other leg over the rooftop. Sy was too impressed by her skills for his attention to linger on the flash of skin caused by the movement of the skirt of her dress.

“You know I’m not gonna be able to do all that.”

Leah laughed as she reached a hand out. Sy raised the bag over his head, not wanting her to reach down and lose her balance as she gave him instructions. “Just do a muscle up and lift your leg onto the beam.”

“Why didn’t you do that?”

“Because the other way looked cooler.”

“You sure this old thing will hold my weight?”

“I could get you a ladder if you don’t think you can climb.”

That was the perfect thing to say to get him to stop asking questions and start climbing. It was lucky that his five day break was the longest he’d gone without a workout in over ten years. He did as suggested, easily pushing himself over the beam.

The porche’s frame was a triangular shape with a wooden beam going from the center of the main beam to the peak and two more going outward at an angle. He planted a foot and caught the center beam like Leah had and hefted his weight over the edge. He was much less graceful as he rolled onto the roof but at least he didn’t break his face.

Getting down would be much easier since the lowest point of the angled roof was only about eight feet off the ground.

Leah had unrolled a thick wool blanket above where the stone chimney sat, presumably so that they wouldn’t risk slipping off. It was by the front of the house where the living room was so they were out of sight from the people out back.

“I can see why you like this,” Sy said, stretching out on the blanket next to Leah and looking up at the unobstructed view of the night sky. It reminded him of summers back home in Georgia.

Without the trees’ protection from the wind or the fire, it was much colder but it seemed Leah had planned for everything. Pulling a second blanket over them both, Leah stretched out halfway over Sy with her head resting on his chest.

“I’ve never brought anyone here before.”

“What, ya never dated anyone who could do a muscle up?”

Leah shifted to put a hand on his chest and laid her chin over top. “I meant the cabin in general but you might actually be right about the muscle up thing.”

Sy folded his arm behind his head, propping himself up so he could meet her gaze. His gorgeous blue eyes were normally framed with dark circles and frown lines, a consequence of the hard lifestyle he led, but now his expression was softer, filled with fondness.

“Good. Ya looked fuckin’ sexy out there tonight, I don’t like the idea of anyone else gettin’ to see my girl like that. This outfit has been drivin’ me crazy all night.” His hand found her thigh, threatening to slip under her dress.

Until she met Sy, Leah had never thought she would find possessiveness attractive but his statement lit a spark of excitement within her. It was the same feeling she got whenever he praised her or said the words ‘good girl’. It was just another thing to add to the list of conflicting feelings she had towards sex.

She didn’t have much experience but she was pretty sure that made her submissive in some way though she wasn’t sure how that made any sense. Her knowledge of the subject was limited to what she’d read in books and those dom/sub relationships had all heavily revolved around sex.

“Hey…” Sy’s fingers tracing Leah’s brow pulled her out of her head. “Where’d you go just now? Your entire body went stiff as a board.” As if to prove his point, Sy put his hands on the back of her neck, using gentle pressure to knead the tension from her muscles. “Did I do something wrong?”

She hated that his honest question made her feel guilty for causing him to worry. That was another thing Leah had never realized until she met Sy. Her previous relationships had messed her up more than she ever thought they had.

“Leah, look at me.” That was his ‘captain’ voice—low and assertive. Leah had no choice but to obey. “You made me a promise,” he reminded her.

“No,” Leah licked her lips before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Hoping he was reading her body language correctly, Sy slid his hand from Leah’s nape to her throat. He didn’t apply any pressure, only keeping a light hold that could easily be broken.

“You like when I call ya mine?”

She swallowed thickly, her throat moving against his palm before nodding.

Keeping his hand in place but being careful not to jostle her, Sy rolled Leah onto her back.

They were nose to nose as he spoke. “I got the impression you were in a particular mood earlier when you offered to let me check your panties. Am I right?”

“Yeah.”

“You still feeling the same way?”

“Yes.”

Getting to his knee, Sy took the blanket from where it had fallen as he flipped Leah over and quickly folded it up to tuck it under her as a pillow. He planted his hands on either side of her head, holding his body off her.

“Do you wanna take orders like a good girl or would you rather take the lead?”

“The first one.”

“Okay, then I need you to tell me exactly what you want. Where I can touch you, how much clothing comes off, how far you want to go.”

Sy was pleased that Leah took a few seconds to reflect on her answer, giving him confidence that she wasn’t pushing herself past her limits to please him.

“Clothes can fully come off. Legs, ass and everything above the belt is safe to touch however you enjoy. I’m not sure about oral but hands for sure.”

Lowering himself down, Sy placed a series of kisses down her jaw. “Thank you.”

Leah turned her head, capturing Sy’s lips in a sensual kiss. When she began to lift the hem of his shirt, Sy caught her wrist.

“Don’t wait for me to check in to tell me you don’t like something. You’re trustin' me to stick to your limits and I’m trustin' you to tell me if they change.” Sitting back on his haunches, he let go of her wrist. “Take my shirt off.”

The cold wasn’t a concern for Sy but he didn’t know if his body heat would be enough to keep Leah warm so he didn’t want to undress her just yet.

She didn’t seem in a rush either, studying his body as her fingers explored his skin. Unlike the first time she’d touched his stomach, her touch didn’t cause anxiety to spark in his chest. He hadn’t expected for it to feel freeing for her to know the story behind his scars and for her to accept it but it was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

When Leah sat up, Sy expected for her to pull her dress off but, instead, she slid a hand to the small of his back, holding him close as she placed gentle pecks along his collar bone. Her movements were tender, almost reverent as she worked her way over both shoulders before moving up to tease his neck with open-mouthed kisses.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been on the receiving end of this kind of affection. Maybe even never.

It felt amazing. How had he made it over fourteen years without ever realizing his neck was that sensitive?

The soft scratch of her teeth as she nipped his throat pulled an audible groan from him, leading her to move her hand up to hold him in place as she repeated the action with more force. His head fell to the side in a silent message for her to do with him as she pleased so she took the opportunity to lock her lips over his pulse point and suck.

Eyes tightly shut, Sy relished the slight sting of his blood being drawn to the surface. With how badly his cock was throbbing, it was hard to imagine there was even any left to leave a mark but when Leah finally lifted her head, she made a pleased sound at the sight of the newly formed hickey.

“You like seein’ your mark on me, baby?” Sy’s hands gripped both of her thighs, possessively kneading her flesh. “You like knowin’ that I’m yours as much as you’re mine?”

For someone who was not normally a big talker, Sy was surprisingly proficient at dirty talk. It was still quite tame all things considered but it still made her heart race.

“Yes.”

Looking down at her spread legs, Sy caught sight of the black lines poking out from the skirt of Leah’s dress.

“Lay back,” he ordered, taking a moment to undo his pants and give himself a bit of relief. “It’s my turn.”

Her breath hitched as she obeyed both from the arousal brought on by his command and the worry of what Sy might do next.

Sensing the shift in her body, Sy made his intentions clear. “I want to see your tattoos up close. I wanna memorize how each one fits your curves just right.”

He dragged the hem of her dress upwards, pausing only long enough for Leah to lift her hips and allow the fabric to pool around her stomach.

With the clear night sky and the distant glow of the bonfire, Sy could clearly see the intricate patterns dancing across Leah’s creamy skin, only obstructed by her underwear.

“Can you take these off for me, darlin’?”

She’d already said that clothing could fully come off but he was about to get up close and personal with her thighs and he didn’t want her to feel over-exposed. He was giving her the option to refuse but she didn’t take it, simply working them down her legs at what felt like a torturously slow pace.

Sy could see the glistening of her arousal at her apex and he made a mental note to ask her about that later. She’d been clear the night before that she wouldn’t want Sy to reciprocate if they did something intimate but she hadn’t said if that meant that she didn’t want to come at all or simply not by his hand.

For now, he turned his focus back to his task and traced her ink with his lips. Once he finished exploring her right leg, he moved to her other side, being mindful not to touch the fresh tattoo with his hands or his mouth. The last thing he wanted was for it to get infected and cause problems once they got back.

“Fuck babygirl, you are so goddamn beautiful,” he mumbled as he pushed the dress higher and made his way up Leah’s stomach, seeking out her final tattoo. “Nothing I imagined over the last months even came close to the real thing.”

With her dress completely removed and her bra following soon after, Leah was left in only her long socks and the look was way sexier than it had any right to be. It somehow simultaneously looked innocent and dirty and Sy couldn’t help picturing Leah kneeling for him in that same outfit.

He’d never ventured into BDSM further than giving the occasional order during sex but if Leah was amenable, he’d take great pleasure in learning what they both liked.

As Sy gazed down at Leah with obvious adoration, all Leah could think was how lucky she was. She wanted to express her happiness but her stupid feelings left a giant lump in her throat and the words just wouldn’t come so instead she tugged on Sy’s beard and brought his lips to hers.

It was nothing like the gentle caress they’d previously shared. This kiss was dirty and frantic like they were both afraid that the other would disappear at any moment.

Needing to give his aching dick some relief, Sy palmed his crotch over his underwear but it only seemed to make him more desperate.

“What should I do with this, baby?” he asked when they both took a second to catch their breaths. “You wanna watch me get myself off or do you wanna help?”

“Help.”

“Then take me out,” he growled, removing his hand to lift his body into a push-up position.

Leah slid his underwear and jeans over the curve of his ass. When she couldn’t reach any farther, she pushed them the rest of the way down with her foot. They got caught around his ankles since neither of them had taken the time to remove their shoes but it was good enough.

Sy could have wept when Leah finally wrapped her hand around his erection. Despite coming just a few hours earlier, Sy already felt like he was teetering on the edge and about to tip over at any moment.

Forehead to forehead, they both watched with rapt attention as Leah’s hand moved up and down his shaft. Then, in a completely unexpected but immensely arousing move, took her hand away just long enough to collect the wetness that pooled at her entrance and use it as lube.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot.”

His head fell to the crook of her neck, his hot breath fanning her skin as he panted. With Sy’s shoulder presented so nicely, Leah didn’t think twice before sinking her teeth in the defined muscle. Cute aggression was a real thing. Tangling his fingers in her hair to keep her in place, Sy released a deep groan.

It took all of thirty seconds afterwards for thick ropes of cum to paint Leah’s stomach. Sy’s entire body shivered as the pleasure coursed through him, the hand on his cock not stopping until it milked every last drop of his release.

Feeling boneless, Sy rolled onto his side before he collapsed over Leah and crushed her under his significantly heavier weight.

“Give me a second and I’ll find something to clean ya up.”

He needed to recover from the out-of-body experience brought on by that orgasm because he had never come so hard in his entire fucking life.

“There’s baby wipes in the bag.”

Sy huffed a laugh. “Life of a soldier.”

Reaching behind him, Sy retrieved the bag and found the plastic packet at the very bottom along with meal replacement bars, a knife, a flint and a paracord bracelet.

“What kind of kinky shit did you have planned for us up here?” he teased, pulling out one of the wipes and diligently cleaning Leah’s stomach and chest.

“That’s my cabin bag,” she defended, “those things are always in there.” She had to admit that with a bit of creativity, those items would, indeed, make for some kinky love-making.

“Hand,” he requested as he pulled a fresh wipe from the pack.

Once he had finished with Leah, Sy took care of himself and set the soiled wipes aside to be dealt with later. He pulled his pants back up but left his shirt off for the moment.

Leah followed his lead, redressing before pulling their drinks out of the bag.

“How long have we got before they come lookin' for ya?”

“They won’t really be looking for us unless one of them is about to leave but I’d like to go spend a bit more time with them before the evening is over.”

“Of course,” Sy agreed, shuffling around so he sat with Leah between his legs and wrapped them both in the soft blanket.

They stayed that way until they had finished their beers then Leah showed Sy the best foot holds on the stone chimney to help them climb down a few feet before having to jump the rest of the way.

Valentina shot Leah a knowing wink as they rejoined the dancers while the boys glared at Sy when they noticed his neck but none of them attempted to punch him in the face so he considered it a win

There were only a few people left by the time the fire had almost fully died down, most of the people having carpooled to have a designated driver. Everyone had pitched in to clean the yard so all that was left to do was load the speakers back into Camden’s car and fold up the remaining lawn chairs that had been arranged around the fire pit.

The music’s volume had been lowered to serve as background sound for the quiet conversation. Leah was falling asleep on Sy’s lap, bundled in one of his hoodies, but she refused to go to bed until all her friends had gone home. In the end, Sy had to carry a sleeping Leah to bed under Caleb’s watchful eye.

Out of habit, Sy walked Caleb to his car as if it were his own home. Before getting in, he offered Sy his hand to shake.

“I was planning on meeting Leah for lunch next week. I hope you can join us.”

Sy clasped Caleb’s hand in his. “I’ll be there.”

Chapter 24

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harveywritings92 · 2 years

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[Price and Gaz arrive at Reader’s name(R/n) foster home, ever since Roach’s death something’s been bugging the captain, he asked for a copy of Roach’s autopsy report to be sent to him, while waiting for the results he decided to look a little deeper into R/n’s background. He asked Laswell to look for any relatives or someone close to one. And that’s what lead them here, Price knocks on the door, and a tall lady answers.]

Lady: Yes?

Price: Good afternoon I’m Captain John Price, Is Mr. [Uncle’s name] in?

Lady: You’re talking to her.

Price: Oh! Apologies ma’am,

A/n: It’s fine, call me (Aunt’s name-A/n)

Price: A/n, the university must’ve given us your old info.

A/n: Considering I haven’t worked there in years it wouldn’t surprise me. So, to what do I owe this little visit?

Price: I’d like to discuss something about your niece?

{A/n stands up a little straighter and narrows her eyes at Price.]

A/n, defensively: What do you want with her?

Gaz: Easy ma’am, she’s not in any trouble. We’re here regarding her parents?

[A/n looks around before ushering the men inside, they sit down in her livingroom.]

A/n: What do you want to know?

Price: What happened to them?

A/n, was hesitant: I don’t really know, everyone has their own opinions about it, but the main theory was that they were murdered. possibly because of R/n’s father....Poor girl. She was the one who found the bodies y’know?

Price: Her father? [checks his files] Professor L/n?

A/n: Yes, he was my mentor. in the months before he and his spouse passed (Father’s name-F/n) had video called me, he said they found something very strange under the ice during an excursion in the artic...

Gaz: Did he explain what he found?

A/n, shaking her head: He didn’t, he said he would send me a report when he could, but never did. I went to visit F/n to ask him about it, but... Something was wrong. He-...they were wrong, when I spoke to F/n and his spouse. It felt like I wasn’t talk to them but rather at them. Their eyes were hollow and their mannerisms were stiff almost puppet like... My instinct told me to run and I got the hell outta there, a few days later I found out they were killed and their daughter was alone. I took R/n in, put up my lab coat and never looked back.

Price: You’re retired?

A/n: Yes, I figured whoever killed F/n and his spouse, must’ve had something to do with whatever it was they found in in the artic. And I sincerely hope I never find out what that something was… It’s not worth dying over.

Price: Alright, I think we have clear view of things, thank you Ms. A/n.

A/n: Wait... There was something else, The autopsy, their bodies? When the coroner called me. They said the muscle decomp was estimated to be 2-3 months old, but that would’ve been impossible...That would mean F/n had been dead long before he returned from the artic expedition.

[Price and Gaz thank A/n for her time they left, later that night Price got Roach’s autopsy report. The captain felt weak in the knees as he read it over and over in disbelief. According to the report, Roach was already dead for weeks! long before he was supposedly murdered! that meant Kamen Rider Rebel was innocent! And Price had stop Ghost before it was too late!]

{R/n’s Kamen Rider is Rebel.}

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Jeon So-Hee meets Han So-Hee

So this is a drabble for my slice of life series! We aren't at this point in time during the story yet, but I realised I gave their daughter the same name as Han So-Hee, who was in the Seven MV, so I thought this would be super cute!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 621 M.list

Yours and Jungkook’s daughter, so-Hee, had been bouncing off the walls all morning, telling anyone who would listen that she’d be watching her daddy film his new music video.

Things like this were no new rodeo for the young girl, having been exposed to her fathers career practically as soon as she was born, but her excitement never dwindled. One of her favourite things in the world was watching her dad and uncles perform, she’d even gone as far as to say she wanted to be an idol just like her dad when she was older! But that was another conversation for another time, one that Jungkook would be all too happy if she never bought up again.

You’d arrived on set a while after jungkook. Neither of you wanted your daughter to be stood around needlessly for hours. Even though she loved being on set, they weren’t the best place for children.

As soon as the assistant walked you on set, So-Hee was already bolting away from you and towards her dad. You noticed they weren’t currently filming so you saw no reason to stop the excited child. Jungkook was stood to the side of the set with the actress Han So-Hee. They were both wrapped in towels, having just finished filming a water scene.

‘Daddy!’ Jungkook’s eyes lit up when he heard his little girls voice. He kneeled down as she ran to catch her and keep her at arms length since he was wet and didn’t want her to catch cold. She pouted at not being able to hug him.

‘Ah baby! I’ve been waiting for you!’ he ruffled her hair, causing her to squeal and bat at his hand.

You smiled brightly at the interaction as you made your way over and stood next to the actress. She looked over and smiled at you.

‘Hi! You’re Y/N right?’

‘Yeah that’s right. Nice to meet you!’ She looked at you for a second before smirking.

‘And I’m guessing this song’s about you?’ Your face lit up with a harsh blush at her insinuation. God, you could have killed Jungkook when you heard the explicit version of Seven, even your closest friends had began making jokes and comments about the song, though it was all in good fun. Plus it’s not like he was lying and you knew deep down that you loved it really.

So-Hee tilted her had back with laughter.

‘I’m kidding! I’m So-Hee by the way.’ She reached her hand out for you to shake, which you did. You were about to reply by saying that you knew who she was and that you were a bit of a fan, when your daughters head snapped to the woman, eyes wide like saucers.

‘Your names So-Hee? But that’s my name!’ All three adults began to laugh.

‘Baby, more than one person can have the same name!.’ Jungkook explained through giggles. Her small face scrunched up, as if she were considering this new information, before turning back to the older woman.

‘So...Since we share the same name, does that make us best friends?’

‘Ah yes 100%!’ Han So-Hee didn’t miss a beat before enthusiastically responding, even bending down so she could look the young girl in the eye. ‘You can even call me unnie if you like!’ Your daughter bounced up and down with excitement as she continued to fawn over her new friend.

‘I would hug you, but I’m soaking wet.’ You turned to see Jungkook now stood beside you with a coy smile.

‘Shame. Guess you don’t get a kiss either then.’ You smirked back

‘You’re evil.’ He chuckled, leaning in a kissing your cheek anyway. ‘Oh yeah? Then why’d you write a song about me?’

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iamknicole · 10 months

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Prologue

A/N: Bare with me the holidays are a busy time for me so it'll most likely be week day uploads when I do start posting chapters! Enjoy! Comment, reblog & share! Updates depend on engagement! 🌻

Warnings: A bit of cursing, 18+, Minors DNI

Masterlist

The sound of kids talking and playing filled Shania's ears as she entered the three year old classroom. A few kids noticed her, running to give her hugs then went back to playing. She watched them for a moment then went to the connected boys restroom, peeking in.

"Hey, Ms. Martina. You buzzed for me?"

Martina stood from her kneel in front of the middle stall. "Yeah. Jaden has a stomach thing and no clothes."

Shania walked in to check on the child, giving him a soft smile. "Not feeling good, buddy?"

His voice came out weak and sad. "No ma'am."

"I'll get somebody to bring you some ginger ale and extra clothes while I call mommy and daddy. Sound good?" Giving him another pout, she turned to Martina. "If you want when he's cleaned up, you can bring him to the office with me. Tell me the last name again."

"Fatu."

Leaving the classroom, Shania power walked through the daycare back to her office and to her desk. After going through her software, she found his profile and dialed the first number.

"Good morning, Mrs. Fatu. This is Shania Taylor at Busy Bees. Jaden's not feeling well and he's had an accident so you're gonna have to come pick him up. Thank you. See you soon."

Shania left the same message three times with Jaden's mom, dad and uncle. She sighed softly realizing there was only one more number to call. Dialing the number, she put it on speaker so she could pull her curls away from her face.

"Hello?"

The deep voice startled her a bit as she honestly wasn't expecting anyone to answer.

"Helloooo," the voice sang out, "Somebody there?"

"Sorry, yes." She picked her phone up, moving it closer to her. "Hey, I'm sorry to bother you. This is Shania Taylor from Busy Bees. Is this Joshua Fatu?"

"Uh, yeah, this Josh. Busy Bees?"

"Yes, Busy Bees. Your nephew, Jaden, is enrolled here."

"Oh shit, my bad," he said quickly, "I don't think I ever knew the name. He aight? He need something?"

She glanced at her office door when she heard a light knock, finding Martina standing in the doorway with Jaden in tow. She waved them in, pointing at the ottoman in front of her window.

"He's actually not feeling well and had an accident. He didn't have any clothes but I keep extras here so that's taken care of. You are gonna have to get him though."

Josh went silent for a moment, Shania could hear rustling around in his background.

"I don't mind at all but did you call Jon or Trinity first?"

"Yes sir," she said softly as she rolled her chair over to Jaden. She covered him with her throw blanket. "I called them and the other uncle they had listed, no one answered."

"Aight, I'll try to call them. I'm on the way though, Ms. Taylor."

"Thank you, see you soon."

The small monitor on her desk chimed and real time video popped up fifteen minutes later. Easing up from her spot, Shania checked the monitor then went to the front door of the center. She pushed the door open for him, a small smile on her face.

"Hey, Mr. Fatu." She watched him as he stepped inside. "Thank you for coming."

He looked around the foyer then at her, giving her a small nod. "Josh. Just Josh. I gotta get em from the class?"

"Nope, he's actually been in my office with me. Fell asleep not too long ago. He had me watching toy videos so the nap was a blessing in disguise for us both," she joked. "Since he is asleep, I can go ahead and get a copy of your license."

He frowned a little at that. "Why?"

"I make copies of everyone's licenses when they come to pick up one of my babies. State law. Keeps them safe. You can step into my office."

The two stood in silence while she made her copies. Josh grabbed Jaden's backpack, bag of soiled clothes and the small bottle of ginger ale beside him. He watched Shania move quickly around her office from the printer to the filling cabinet then to her desktop, lingering there for a few minutes. She wrote something down on her post it before peeling it off. Going to Josh, she held it out to him smiling. Slowly, he took it then looked at her.

"What's this?"

"Your family's code to get into the door so you don't have to wait to be let in whenever you come get him."

"Thank you," he stuffed it into his pocket then carefully picked up his sleeping nephew, "I need to sign em out?"

"I'll take care of it. You just take care of my buddy. When you talk to his parents, let them know he can return when he's been symptom free for 24 hours."

"Gotcha. You the boss lady huh?" He joked adjusting Jaden in his arms.

Her smile grew a little wider, her cheeks pushing her eyes into small slits. "I wouldn't say boss lady but I am the owner."

"Shit. Forreal?"

"Yes and we don't talk like that in Busy Bees, Josh." She chastised playfully.

He flashed her a quick smile, giving a peek of his gold fronts on his bottom teeth. "My bad, Ms. Taylor. Ima let them know though. Have a good day, don't work too hard."

Walking in front of him to the door, she propped the door open for him to exit. She watched him effortlessly unlock his truck, put Jaden's things in then Jaden into his seat. She called out to him before he could open the driver side.

"What's up?"

"Call me Shania."

His fronts made another appearance. "Yes ma'am."

#MOYL #jey uso x black reader #jey uso #Josh & Shania #the bloodline

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eds6ngel · 1 year

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Hello love! Could you do a Steve x Munson!reader?? I want like protective big brother Eddie and love sick Steve and reader I think it’d be so cute! Btw you’re so talented and I absolutely adore you and your writing 💘💘💘

of course i can my love! and thank you ever so much for the compliments, it means a lot to me <3

warnings: fem!reader. munson!reader. no physical appearance mentions so r could be biological or adopted sibling. swearing. a lot of comedy. fluff. comfort. a love confession!! [1.5k].

You started dating Steve at the beginning of ‘85. Your Uncle Wayne had taken a great liking to him, Steve being extra polite when you first invited him around to dinner with your family. When he called it a night and headed home, Wayne closed the door with the words: “He’s a very good kid, Y/N.”

But, there was one person who wasn’t fond of your boyfriend at all, and that would be your brother, Eddie.

Eddie was a prime victim of Steve’s ‘King’ era, recklessly getting bullied by Steve and his friends at the time. So, when you eventually broke the news that you were seeing Steve, it’s safe to say your brother did not take it lightly.

Eddie actually stopped speaking to you for a good day and a half, and then sulked around you for the remainder of the week.

He had eventually gotten used to it, Steve acting nice enough when you invited him over and Wayne wasn’t home. But, just because he was used to it didn’t mean he liked it. If anything, he despised it.

So, instead of leaving you two alone when he would come over, he would become extra annoying.

And boy did he enjoy it.

“Hey, Wayne?” you ask, walking into the living room where he was lounging on the couch. “Is it alright if Steve comes over tomorrow night?”

“Course it is darlin’,” he replies, signalling over to your brother, “But, I am out for the night, I have a shift. So, you should really be asking Eddie.”

“Yeah, whatever…” he mumbles, not looking up from his Heavy Metal magazine, obviously listening in to the conversation between you and Wayne.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you say optimistically, “Thanks Eds!”

You skip back to your room, running to the phone so you could let your boyfriend know, unaware of the conversation that was happening in the living room.

“You gotta accept who they are son, you can’t be sittin’ here all grumpy any time she brings up the poor boy.”

Eddie sighs out frustratedly, “He’s an asshole Wayne. He bullied me for two years!”

Wayne looks up from his newspaper, “Has he bullied ya recently?”

Eddie pouts his lips, avoiding Wayne’s gaze, mumbling out a “No.”

“Exactly boy,” he replies, “He’s obviously changed, people can do that. Your sister wouldn’t date him for no reason.”

Eddie shakes his head, groaning out, until a little idea pops in his head. An idea that he could accomplish tomorrow.

You and Steve were sat on the couch, snuggled up to one another, some cheesy horror flick on the TV which Steve had rented out from Family Video.

“How’s your week been, beautiful?” Steve asks with a smile, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“Not bad, Mrs. Click only gave me a B- on that damn History homework, again! Like, I really don’t understand what this woman wants from me, honestly,” you softly laugh.

“Babe, I think you forget that I get a C in every class, so anything above that is incredible to me,” he tangles his hand in your hair and presses a kiss to your cheek, “I’m proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you too,” you whisper back, “Grades are technically just a reflection of the teacher’s working. If most of your kids are failing, technically that’s your fau—“

But, your sentence gets interrupted by the loud sound of clashing from behind you, Eddie shifting through the cupboards to grab something.

“Hey Eds,” he looks up at you, “What are you doing?”

“Oh, I just fancied a grilled cheese, so I thought I’d make one,” he smiles.

“You know Wayne left that soup in the fridge that Mrs. Johnson gave to us. You just need to heat it up,” you remind him, your patience wearing thin.

“Nah, I don’t feel like that,” he looks between the two of you, innocently saying, “Oh, I won’t interrupt you guys. You just keep being cutesy and all that shit.”

You sigh as you snuggle back into Steve’s side, trying to focus on the movie. But, you could’ve sworn Eddie was being extra loud on purpose, slamming the fridge door shut and throwing the frying pan on the stove.

It went all quiet for a while, the low sound of sizzling being the only distraction in the background, silent enough for you and Steve to focus back on the movie.

However, that was until Eddie called to you, “Hey Y/N!”

You roll your eyes as you turn around and look behind you, “Yes Eddie?” you ask with a sarcastic smile.

He signals you to come over with his arm, “Would you say this is cooked enough?”

You pinch your forehead with your fingers, “When it’s golden brown, it’s cooked Eddie.”

“Yeah, but what is ‘golden brown’? Just, get your ass over here.”

You groan out as you get up from your seat, stomping over to Eddie and looking down at his food sizzling away in the frying pan.

“Eddie, you haven’t even flipped it over yet,” you stare at him with a deadpan look.

“Oh yeah, so I haven’t,” he smiles back at you, a smile you wanted to wipe right off of his face, “See, this is why I need you sis. Where would I be without you?”

You walk back to the couch, mumbling under your breath, “Away from me, that’s for sure,” laying completely on top of Steve as he wraps his arms around your back, yours around his neck as your face squishes into his chest.

Although you can’t see, Eddie’s frustrations are growing. How did that make you two even closer? Eddie smirks to himself as he thinks of something that would definitely get you to move away from Steve.

You haven’t looked up from the screen in over five minutes. With the grilled cheese sizzling away behind you, you believe Eddie has everything under control for once. That’s until you smell the sense of burning behind you, followed by the loud blaring of the smoke alarm.

“What the fu— Eddie!” you yell, leaping off of the couch, Steve covering his ears with his hands at the loud noise as you turn the hob off and move the frying pan onto the worktop.

Eddie returns from the bathroom, you yelling at him, “What the hell were you doing?”

“I needed a piss!”

“Well, you can’t just leave food unattended!” you shout, smacking the smoke alarm with your fist, knowing from experience that the worn out item died down from doing that motion.

“Jesus,” he holds his hands up, “I’m sorry.”

You huff as you head back over to Steve, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as you say, “I’m heading to the bathroom, okay?”

He nods as you exit the room, leaving just him and Eddie alone, Eddie assembling his burnt sandwich, although he didn’t mind, since it got you away from Steve.

But, maybe this was worse, because now he was stuck in a silent atmosphere with his former bully.

Steve speaks up, “I’m not going to hurt her, y’know?”

Eddie doesn’t look at Steve as he continues making his sandwich, “What?”

Steve turns around, looking at Eddie in the kitchen, “I said I’m not going to hurt her. I’m not like I used to be. King Steve died a long time ago.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t believe that,” Eddie mumbles back, throwing his grilled cheese on a plate and heading towards his room.

“Dude, wait!” Steve yells, getting up from his seat and jogging over to him, Eddie turning his back as he leans against the kitchen countertop, “Look, I know why you don’t believe me, hell, I wouldn’t either.”

He sighs, “The reason Nancy Wheeler broke up with me is because I didn’t care about her problems. When she needed me most, I wasn’t there. I don’t want to be that again for your sister, man,” Steve admits. “I love her, I can’t lose her. I’m not like I was before, I’m not friends with Tommy and Carol anymore, I couldn’t give two shits about popularity, all I care about is being a good boyfriend to your sister. And all I ask of you is to accept that because if you started dating my sister, I would accept it in a heartbeat.”

“You love me?” you whisper as you come out of the bathroom, looking at Steve with a loving gaze. You walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he cups your cheeks, “Yeah baby, I love you.”

You smile, your insides burning alive at the confession, “I love you too.”

Steve sighs happily as he slots his lips in between yours, the two of you sharing a soft kiss, expressing all of your love and admiration for each other.

Eddie slides past the two of you and heads to his room with his food. Did he 100% believe Steve had completely changed? No. He was still pretty convinced that the old him was buried away in there somewhere.

But, was he undoubtedly in love with you? Yes. And although he feels protective of you after everything the two of you had been through together, the one thing he could let you do is be happy with your boyfriend.

You deserved love, and he wasn’t going to take that away from you.

i really hope you enjoyed this fic! i had a lot of fun writing it <33

#steve harrington #eds6ngel #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x munson!reader #steve harrington comfort #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic

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Babysitter ♡

warnings: none :)

genre: fluff

pairing: dad! eddie x fem! babysitter! reader

summary: You start babysitting for your coworker,Eddie, but will it turn into more?

a/n: This is my first fanfic I have ever written AND my first time writing in tumblr so bare with me please 😭😭 REQUESTS OPEN!!!🫶🫶🫶

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October 20, 1989

It all started with a text from your coworker, Eddie, asking if you could babysit his daughter. Of course you said yes, you didn’t have any plans for tonight. You got dressed in a sweater and jeans and headed out. Before stopping at Eddie’s you went to the grocery store for some snacks so you could be remembered as the “cool” babysitter and made a stop at Family Video to pick up the new movie The Little Mermaid.

When you got to Eddie’s trailer you noticed his van was already started so he probably was going to be leaving very soon. The door was already open so you just walked in.

“Eddie!” you called out. You admired all of the mugs on the walls and the living room that looked messy and cozy at the same time. You saw the little dining table for two in the corner and the small kitchenette, just down the hall you saw a bedroom covered in band posters and reeked of weed. Assuming the room was Eddie’s you walked in.

“Hey Eddie” you repeated now that you were in close quarters with him.

“Y/N HI! i’m so glad you made it on time.”

Eddie was dressed up in his normal attire except he was wearing a T-shirt that said Corroded Coffin on it with a black leather jacket on top. You’d be lying if you said Eddie didn’t look extremely good right now.

“Let me introduce you to Maggie”

Eddie led you down the hallway to a bedroom that was covered in princesses, unicorns, and all things girly. Maggie was sitting on the floor with her Barbies brushing their hair and dressing them up. Maggie was no doubt Eddie’s daughter they both sported long curly brown hair and big brown puppy eyes.

“Maggie, can you say hi to Y/N? She will be watching you tonight while Daddy is out.”

Maggie gave you a little wave and immediately curled into her fathers arms. Eddie was in complete awe and wrapped is arms around his daughter and gave her a tight hug. “How old are you, Maggie?” you asked softly. She held up three fingers with her hand, you couldn’t help but smile at her cuteness.

“Daddy is leaving now, but Y/n is going to take really good care of you.”

“Yep, I brought snacks and a movie. Have you ever seen The Little Mermaid?” you questioned. Maggie shook her head and looked up at her Dad to respond for her.

“I’ve been meaning to take her to Family Movie to rent it, she’s been begging to see it since it came out”

Eddie and you walked out of Maggie’s room leaving her to play with her dolls until she was done. Eddie was fidgeting when he spoke up.

“I had her right out of high school and i’ve never left her with anyone alone other than my uncle, so i’m a little nervous.”

“You have no need to be nervous, I babysat since I was in middle school for pocket change and worked at a daycare for a little bit in high school. This is definitely not my first rodeo.” you reassured him. You saw the weight come off Eddie’s shoulders.

“Sorry for the late notice.”

You waved him off and called Maggie to the front door. Maggie walked in very timidly. You knew it was going to take a minute for her to warm up to you.

“bye-bye, Daddy”

Eddie waves goodbye to his daughter and you and heads to his van. Maggie looks at you then grabs your hand and leads you back into her bedroom.

“This is Chelsea, I’m going to play with her because i’m little. You can be barbie cause you’re pretty.”

You thank her for her kindness and play barbie’s with her for about and hour until you hear her stomach growl. “Are you hungry?”

“a little bit, but I want to keep playing”

“you should never ignore your body when it tells you you’re hungry. We can come back and play after we eat if you would like?” Maggie agrees with you and puts her toys back into the play box and makes her way to the kitchen. You look around the kitchen to see what you can make. Yep. There definitely is not a woman living in this house because all that is in here is milk, spaghettios, mac n cheese, and leftovers from Dennys.

You begin boiling water for Mac n cheese when you notice Maggie sitting on the couch watching a black screen. “Would you like me to put in a movie while dinner is cooking?” Maggie bounces up and down and nods her head. You smile at her innocence and turn on the TV. You put in The Little Mermaid and go back to the kitchen to finish dinner. You find a small pink bowl and spoon and hand Maggie her Mac n cheese.

“yummy”

You sit with Maggie when you realize she is starting to fall asleep. “let’s go get you ready for bed.” you tell her while picking her up and taking her to the bathroom. You brush and braid her hair, wash her face, brush her teeth, and get her changed into pajamas.

“I want to finish the movie.”

You carry her back into the living room and finish the movie. Before the movie was even done Maggie was knocked out, so you decided to clean up the house a little. You dusted the fans, wiped counters, cleaned dishes, folded laundry, cleaned Maggie’s room, and cleaned the bathroom. All of the cleaning wore you out so you went back into the living room and cuddled with Maggie and fell asleep to the sound of the rain outside.

The sound of Eddie’s van woke you up. You watch Eddie trying to be quiet thinking you are both asleep. You start to stand up to grab your things when Eddie stops you.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting ready to leave?”

“You should just stay here for the night.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because it’s twelve in the morning and it’s pouring outside”

You hesitated for a moment, you were not prepared for spending the night, so you don’t have any extra clothes, a toothbrush, and you have a very strict skincare regimen you cannot skip. Eddie noticed you’re hesitation.

“I would never force you to stay if you would rather go home, but can you at least stay here until the rain calms down”

You decided to stay because you were terrified of driving in the rain and if Eddie was okay with you staying for the night then might as well.

“okay, i’ll stay. Do you have any extra clothes I can borrow?”

Eddie heads to his room to get you an oversized T-shirt and some loose pajama pants and hands them to you.

“You can get changed for bed in the bathroom, I’m going to put Maggie in her room.”

You headed to the bathroom to change looking at yourself in the mirror and washing all of your makeup off. You headed out to the living room and notice Eddie making up the couch. “Thank you, but I could’ve done that” you tell him not wanting to be too much of a burden.

“Y/n you already cleaned up the whole house the least I could do was make my own bed.”

“Your bed?”

“Yeah, i’m going to sleep out here you can take my room.”

“I can’t do that, you’re already letting me stay, I can’t take your room too.”

“If my uncle ever found out I let a beautiful woman sleep on this old couch while I slept comfortably in my bed he would flip.”

You silently thanked Eddie for the change of clothes and for letting you stay in his room for the night. You walked into Eddie’s room and layer in his bed and admired all of the art on his walls his guitar he used to play in high school. You wondered if he still played, you quickly fell asleep in his soft and warm bed.

A boom of thunder rang through the trailer and you shot up in the bed startled. You were so terrified of the storm you could not bring yourself to go back to bed. You got out of bed and slowly walked trying not to make the floor creek. You finally made your way to the kitchen and read the clock on the wall 3:30am. You slowly opened the fridge and took out the milk and grabbed a cup out of the cabinet and quietly poured the milk into the cup. Just as you were about to put the glass into the microwave you heard Eddie’s groggy voice.

“can’t sleep?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you”

“Sweetheart, I’ve been up, don’t worry you didn’t wake me”

“so, you saw me creep into the kitchen?”

“yup.”

You began your walk of shame back into Eddie’s room when you heard him ask.

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

“sure”

“I don’t have many, but I have a couple I rented from Family Video and never returned.”

You chuckled at his statement and begin looking through his collection of VHS tapes. Most of the movies were Maggie’s and they’re were a couple of horror and slasher movies, but what caught your eye was a cute romcom you would’ve never imagined Eddie to have. “When Harry Met Sally?” you questioned as you held up the tape.

“Hey, it was on the new release shelf, i didn’t pick it on purpose!”

“yeah right”

“I SWEAR! i’ve never seen that movie before.”

“You sound mighty defensive right now, Edward” you say to him in a disbelieving tone as you slide the tape into the VCR. You went to press play when you notice the movie was already halfway through. You glanced at Eddie who looked defeated. “It’s okay to admit you like romcoms, Eddie. I still think you’re a hardcore badass.”

“You think i’m a hardcore badass?”

“of course I do”

You rewind and start the movie and sit down next to Eddie on the couch. If you were being honest this was the most comfortable you’ve ever felt in your entire life. Eddie wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close to his side. Your whole body stiffened at the sweet side of Eddie. Eddie must’ve noticed because he whispered in your ear.

“Calm down, Princess. I wont bite unless you ask me too.”

Your whole face was red and hot at this point. You and Eddie stayed like this until the end of the movie when Eddie said.

“Love like this doesn’t exist in real life.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, if it did I wouldn’t be 24 raising a 3 year old by myself.”

“Maybe you just haven’t met the right woman yet.”

Eddie looked down into your eyes and said.

“Tell me, Princess. Have you met the right man yet.”

You shrugged. “I mean no one has ever showed me love like this.” you said as you pointed to the screen. The end credits finally rolled and Eddie looked at you and said.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah”

“You’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen, since the day you walked into Tape World I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Edward Munson, you better not be playing with my emotions right now.”

“ I promise you y/n, I’ve never been more serious in my entire life. I want to get to know you on that deep ooey gooey personal level. I want to know all your strengths and weaknesses. I want to know what you’re favorite food, holiday, and movie is. I want to be the person you come to when nobody else can help. Y/n I want to be the right man for you.”

You could not believe what Eddie just said. You were out of words all you thought of was smashing your lips onto his, so that’s exactly what you did. You felt his plump lips connecting with yours in the perfect way. You cupped his face in your hands and felt the stubble that decorated his jaw. When you finally pulled away you said.

“ I want to be the right woman for you too, Eddie.”

#dad!eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie x plus size reader #eddie x reader #stranger things #x reader #fem!reader #babysitter!reader #fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #fluff

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thetotomoo · 2 months

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AO3 [HERE]

Please do check out Sloane’s many universes! She’s a very sweet and capable MC!

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Sebastian Sallow/ Original Female Character

Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - Regency, Come for Sebastian stay for Papa Sloane and Peter

A/N:

To: speedgriffon aka @sloanesallow , I cannot draw, and I wanted to thank you for being you. A kindred spirit in the Regency brain rot, I could not convey how much your comments meant to me in these odd months. And so, I thank you and hope you enjoy my use of Sebastian and Sloane for this fic.

Summary: In which Sebastian Sallow has quite an uphill battle winning over the one he loves (and her father).

CW: Papa Sloane, Peter the Niffler -> …and smut.

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.”

Jane Austen “Pride and Prejudice”, 1813

“Dare not say a man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death.”

Jane Austen, “Persuasion”, 1817

~~~***~~~

There were a few reasons why Sebastian Sallow thought his past would come to haunt him. Certainly, one issue was the debacle that was his Uncle Solomon. They had not been on good terms during Sebastian’s formative years, often leaving their correspondences, greetings, and well wishes with his twin sister, Anne. So, it was with great surprise that he received an owl, followed by a visit from a Ministry official announcing his inheritance not only to his uncle’s fortune but his title as well.

Viscount Sebastian Sallow.

What a load of dung.

“You realize you’ll need to be more respectable amongst company, yes?” Ominis asked as Sebastian grimly noted the smirk suppressing his laughter.

“I should say I’m already in respectable company, but if it means lowering the great Ominis Gaunt to the position of a peasant, then I am open to better suggestions.”

“My company is neither disreputable nor respectable, Sallow. It’s a blessing—one you will do well to remember,” Ominis snorted, “Especially if you’re to enter into the market.”

“He’s always been on the market,” Anne sighed, her footsteps echoing in the large corridor of their newly acquired estate, “Nobody just wants him.”

“Not true,” Sebastian said, “I have many prospects. I am … biding my time.”

“Prospects? Ha!” Anne laughed.

“And if they’re not jilted lovers, they’re whores,” Ominis chuckled.

“That girl was not a whore!” he said hotly, “She was… a fine instructor!”

“Right…” Anne and Ominis said in unison before dissolving into a fit of laughter.

Huffing, Sebastian turned to walk away, the heat blooming on his cheeks. Despite the many attentions he sought after from women of the night, there was very little he gained from them. They answered to his every need and listened, and yet… the false platitudes and lack of connection grated at his heart.

He longs to find someone to share his life with. Someone kind and gentle.

Gnawing at his lip, he sighed once he reached the newly furnished and decorated Viscount quarters and peered at the closed door beside it.

The viscountess’ rooms.

Among his respectable company now, who would ever be among those he could possibly have an honest connection with? Not when most of the young ladies would likely vie for status now. Except…

‘No,’ he thinks. There was one such woman.

He had never forgotten her— not the soft smile, the freckles dotting her blushes, or eyes that saw through him. Nor the sweet scent of her when she was near or the voice that called him from his darkest memories.

He never told her.

And they never had a chance.

Siobhan Sloane.

Though Anne and Ominis’ laughter rang through the house, he craved to hear hers at least once more.

With his heart thundering, he squeezed the doorframe one last time and glanced at the closed doors beside him. Then he turned and ran—this time toward the open air.

“Where the bloody hell are you going?” Anne shouted.

“Nottingham!”

~~~***~~~

The Muggle rules for courtship, Sebastian decided, were no more different than the Wizarding World’s.

It was bollocks.

Like pieces of cattle, dressed in finery and presented before eligible young men, ladies are introduced to men at balls, in the streets, and at dinners hosted by the most prestigious families in the county. But after countless balls and dinners, Sebastian had yet to secure the re-introduction he sought. And so, on a fine, foggy morning across the township, he made his journey to the homestead he read so much about in Sloane’s letters.

Expansive grounds surrounded by tall trees, wildflowers, tall grasses, and cut wood marked the path to the modest home.

But Sebastian was not victorious in his attempt to knock at the door, and he could not step inside the gate.

No, he found himself flipped over, face planted in mud, and kicked down the beaten path, and hand firmly pinched under the heavy boots of what he assumed was a man.

A large man, if the shadow is to go by.

“Mornin’.”

A large and very irate man, Sebastian concluded, as a very large and very sharp axe came to rest by Sebastian’s head with a loud thunk.

“Sir,” he coughed, tamping down (unsuccessfully) the squeak of his voice, “My name is Sebastian Sallow. I’m a—“

“I don’t care what you are,” the gruff voice said, “State your business.”

“I’m…” he struggled, trying to catch a look at the man behind him. If his assumptions and Sloane’s letters were correct, this was her father. The joy of her life and why she returned home to the Muggle World instead of settling down in a flat at Diagon Alley. He could name many reasons to remove himself from his current predicament— he got lost, he had only been curious, he was hungry and thought to ask if they might spare food.

But Sebastian was sure neither would recommend him to Sloane’s father. So, he took a breath, steeled himself, and spoke his truth.

“I’ve come with the intention to court Sloane.”

There. The truth was out.

And it hung heavily and silently in the air.

“I am Sloane.”

“B-beg pardon?”

“I am Sloane, boy,” Mr. Sloane said more firmly this time, a touch thoughtful as he hummed, “Yes… yes, you’ll do. I could use a new wife of sorts to help.”

“Pardon?!” Sebastian screeched.

“Yes… you will do well in the kitchen and fields I think.”

“Sir,” he turned, scrambling and crawling as fast as he could across the dirt to look up at the burly man, “I think— I believe we have… I did not—“

“Papa!”

Oh, thank Merlin and the gods and goddesses of old— Sebastian thought, his eyes catching his Sloane’s in absolute relief.

“Sloane…” he breathed.

He could only admire her for the few seconds before her father growled. She was still beautiful despite wearing patched field clothes, arms laden with wood piles, and sweat beading her brow.

“That’s Ms. Sloane to you, boy,” her father barked.

“Papa,” she said, giving Sebastian an apologetic smile before turning back to pout at her father, “Trust when I say that Sebastian is quite poor in the kitchen and his fieldwork leaves little to praise.”

“Ha! And he intends to court someone?”

Someone, Sebastian thought with a wince, that was very much his daughter.

“He has magic, Papa,” Sloane said, “And he’s very good at it.”

Papa Sloane grunted, his eyes hard as they raked down Sebastian’s still-shocked form.

“And you like him?”

“Yes,” she nodded, a smile etching itself on her lips as she regarded him, “I do.”

And with a final grunt, a short ‘fine’, and Sloane’s promise to her father not to make it easy on Sebastian, he began his courtship with Siobhan Sloane and his quest to inadvertently woo her father.

~~~***~~~

If anyone had told Sebastian Sallow that the process of courtship required a very meticulous plan to win over someone’s father, he would have laughed and simply told them that he would purchase the largest and most beautiful bouquet and present it to her mother instead. Because mothers had every influence over fathers.

But Sloane had no mother. Not one that would vouch for his character after being given flowers. And he sorely doubted “Papa Sloane” would take kindly to being given such a gift— though Sebastian would only silently admit that he would prefer to avoid another misunderstanding with the man.

So, how did one win over Sloane’s father?

With no magical roots and a distaste for the upper-class gentlemanly ventures, Sebastian was hard-pressed to discern how and what Papa Sloane enjoyed. Indeed, Sloane’s letters described him as a recluse, intent to stay on their homestead. And Sebastian did not begrudge him that– he had everything he needed there, and company was a tiresome affair most days.

He followed Sloane as she gave him a tour of their homestead as she led him back to their gate (under the very watchful eye of her father) and wondered. He could not take him to clubs, or Merlin forbid, wenching. Nor would he think that Sloane would appreciate him taking her father out on a broom.

“And this…”

Sebastian was pulled from his thoughts at the small sound of her voice. Where the Sloane homestead was bursting with wildflowers, free animals, and bits of wood chips scattered here and there among ever-changing pots of plants, this was immaculate. Flowers were well arranged, the grass cut neat, and a bench sat beside a large tree.

“This is my mother.”

Oh.

His feet moved to stand beside Sloane, and his fingers brushed along the back of her palm as he stared at her mother's resting place. A quiet filled Sloane’s body beside him—one that was not from peaceful comfort but raw sadness.

“Sloane?

She turned, her eyes brimming with tears, and his breath hitched. He didn’t fancy ever seeing her cry, and before he knew it, his fingers rose, intent to wipe away the tears when a voice startled him to his core.

“Supper!”

~~~***~~~

Had it been Mr. Sloane’s decision whether to insist that Sebastian stay for dinner, Sebastian was quite sure that not only would the burly man dispense of manners and politeness that befitted any gentleman assisting a weary traveler, he was sure he would have been thrown out of the gate most eagerly and indecorously.

But as it were, Mr. Sloane was a loving father, and at his daughter’s plea and look, he grunted and waved their visitor inside.

As the first days at the Sloane homestead went, Sebastian would have thought it a victory that he was given a tour and offered dinner. However, any small triumph he felt was immediately put out of his mind when he sat at the large table.

For three people, he was certain he would have flanked Mr. Sloane’s side, who sat at the head of the rectangular table and would have been grateful to sit across from Sloane.

But such wishes were put to rest when Sebastian sat two seats down across from Sloane and her father, and the seat he coveted was given to none other than the bane of his existence.

Peter.

He wasn’t sure what was more humiliating, the little niffler being given his own seat— an intricately carved, wooden block set primly atop the dining chair— or the utter fondness Mr. Sloane paid the little bugger.

‘I thought he didn’t like magic,’ he raised a brow to Sloane as a deep frown settled on his face.

She simply smiled again, gave a small shrug, and lovingly shook her head—a habit he had learned back in their formative years that meant her surprising resigned happiness.

“Mr. Sallow,” Mr. Sloane began as soon as Sloane finished their Muggle prayers, “I hope you don’t mind Peter joining us for dinner. Have you been introduced to Peter?”

“Not at all. Hello again, Peter,” he said, smiling tightly as the little bugger turned slowly to give him a sly smile.

“Good,” Mr. Sloane said, taking his knife and fork to cut through the meat on his plate, “Because you see, Peter is part of the family.”

Sebastian nods, taking his time to cut through his dinner while Peter gnawed on what looked like freshly baked pellets.

The spoiled, rotten, arse.

“Peter,” Mr. Sloane paused, smiling self-satisfiedly as he chewed. Peter is a self-sufficient, hardworking, and useful fellow.”

Sebastian could only stuff himself and nod, unsure what horrors his mouth could conjure about the niffler in question. Thief was certainly bred into him.

“He earns his keep around this house,” Mr. Sloane remarked before turning his gaze to fix Sebastian with a hard stare, “Everyone worth keeping earns their keep in this house.”

“Papa,” Sloane coughed, but Sebastian cut in before she could offer her praises in his favor.

“Sir… Mr. Sloane,” he gulped, stiffening his back as he met Mr. Sloane’s eyes, “I am no stranger to hard work. I grew up in the rolling Highlands and have worked at our Ministry before my uncle’s passing.”

“But you do not work now, do you?”

“No, but—”

“Leisure and luxury are not always promised, Mr. Sallow.”

“Yes, I know. But—”

“Idle hands make one poor, but diligent hands bring riches.”

“Yes, sir. And—”

“Siobhan will grow old one day.”

“Yes, and—”

“She could become sick with something your magic cannot cure.”

“If—”

“Or perhaps one day, you lose your wand, what then?”

The silence was deafening, and Sebastian could see a slight blush dotting the freckles on Sloane’s cheeks— from mortification or anger, he did not know. What he did know with absolute certainty was that he was not leaving until her father gave him a chance to prove himself.

“I will use my hands.”

“Will you?”

“Yes.”

~~~***~~~

“Hmm, you really should put your back into it,” Ominis quipped.

If looks could kill and Ominis could see, Sebastian was sure he’d have killed Ominis over many times throughout their friendship. Standing, or rather wobbling, on his legs holding the large Muggle axe Sloane’s father threatened him with, Sebastian raised it again and brought it down to cut the wood block.

Abysmal.

It was far from perfect, with more than half on one end and very little on the other.

Groaning, he slumped back on the back, breathing hard as the sweat ran down his back and seeped into the fabric of his clothes. The use of his hands had volunteered him for various chores and tasks around the homestead in the last few weeks— chopping wood, washing laundry (not Sloane’s, however), cleaning the chicken coops, cleaning the animal pens, cleaning the loos, and cleaning and organizing Peter’s enclosure (which was without a doubt, impossible).

“Best not sit on your arse for too long, Sebastian. Winter is coming.”

“Winter is not for another four months!” He bristled, standing on shaky legs to fix Ominis with a stare, “Why are you here anyway?”

“I’m here to chaperone Anne while she visits a friend,” Ominis leaned back with a smile.

“Anne has no need for a chaperone.”

“All Sallows are in need of a chaperone,” Ominis snorted, “The last time you and Anne were left to your own devices, the castle was set on fire and overrun with animals.”

It was, if Sebastian was being honest, a fitting punishment for his assistance in Anne’s pranks in their youth that he now was overrun by the animals at the Sloane homestead. He was unaccustomed to the temperaments of farm animals without the ease of magic. The chickens, had taken to pecking him if he did not throw their feed fast enough. The pigs would squeal much too loudly if they were given less than the slop they deserved. And the cow? The cow refused to be milked by him.

He sighed, gritting his teeth with a raise of the axe once more. It was worth it, though. Spending time with Sloane, even in passing, and being seated to enjoy dinner with her after a long day made all the difficulties of his past few weeks worth it.

“He doesn’t like you,” Ominis hummed softly, “Does that not bother you?”

It did bother him. Immensely. And Sebastian had taken many extra strides in the first few days to curry Mr. Sloane’s favor by bringing homemade goods from the local bakery, or cured meats from the local butcher, or fresh tea leaves from the local tea shop.

But while buying items proved ineffective in gaining Mr. Sloane’s approval, Sebastian realized quickly that nothing bothered the man so much as rest. Sloane’s father moved around their home often and would grunt and glare if Sebastian was caught sitting on his arse or planning subtle ways to ease the work on the homestead.

“He doesn’t like me for now,” Sebastian shrugged.

“And if he never does?” Ominis asked.

He would still love Sloane– he thought, letting Ominis’ question go unanswered.

~~~***~~~

The grin Sebastian sported was wider than he had ever thought since they left Hogwarts. Though a part of him knew this would likely find and punish him (or rather Mr. Sloane would punish him), Sebastian could not deny how happy he was that Anne had stolen away Sloane for an evening about the town. How exactly she convinced Mr. Sloane would remain a mystery, but she was right to reason:

While idle hands make one poor, and diligent ones make one rich— all work and no play makes Sloane a dull girl.

And so, she stood in their foyer at exactly eight in the evening, looking bright-eyed and excited at the prospect of attending a ball with the twins and Ominis. She was radiant in her silvery pink dress, floral ruffles lining the bottom of her skirts, bodice wrapped in sheer and thin lace, and lips just a tad plump from the rose salve she received from Anne.

He swallowed tightly. Shifted with each step down the stairs at the tightness forming in his trousers.

“You’re shivering,” he frowned as he took her hand. She was warm and slightly flushed as he stepped forward to give a tilt of her chin to inspect her face. Perhaps, she was becoming ill? No– he thought, eyes hardening as his eyes roamed her face to her bodice and the sight of her taut peaks strained against the fabric covering her chest. He coughed, flushing himself and peering back at her, “Are you cold?”

“Yes? No?” She laughed, “Both, I suppose. I’ve… never been to a ball before.”

“Never?” He asked incredulously.

“No,” she shook her head, “I’m afraid I’m not quite sure how to dance either.”

“Surely not?”

And when she shook her head again, Sebastian squeezed her hand and raised it to his lips to press a kiss, “Then allow me to be your first dance, Ms. Sloane.”

“What? Here? In your foyer?”

“Here, in the garden, in the library, in the study,” he said softly, his lips lingering on her knuckles as they stood by the door, “I will dance with you anywhere.”

“But…” she said softly, eyes darting up the stairwell and back to him.

“They’ll be a moment,” he chuckled, “Anne’s not quite gotten used to the idea of formal corsets, and Ominis needs at least fifteen more minutes with his hair.”

“And Mr. and Mrs. Collins?”

“Can wait a bit longer in the carriage,” he said, doing his best not to frown at Sloane’s appointed chaperones for the evening.

He led her, hand firmly in his to the conservatory flanking the back garden— bowing deeply when they reached the center of the room.

“There’s no music,” she pointed.

“Shall I sing for you, then?” Sebastian smirked— Sloane’s eyes widening as she shook her head furiously.

“The last you sang for me involved a verse about cows and toerags.”

“The last I sang for you, I was a few goblets into butterbeer and firewhiskey,” he muttered.

“While your singing voice leaves little to be desired, sir… might I ask if you will at least hum for me?” she laughed at his pout.

“Hum?”

Sloane nodded, and when a blush brushed across her cheeks and her quiet words of ‘I like it’ hung between them, Sebastian swept her in his arms and resolved to find out exactly what else she liked.

Shivering at his touch of her waist, he held her gingerly, fingers trailing the path of gooseflesh down her arm to her hand as he led her in a slow dance. He was careful in his steps, counting the beats with his hums as they turned about the room. When they made the first pass and began to pick up speed, Sebastian grit his teeth as she stumbled.

Not for any fault of her following his steps.

Nor how he thought he should have led her through it.

No… Sebastian gritted his teeth when she staggered into him. Pressed into him by his own hands to steady her.

“Oh,” she cried softly, fingers clasped on his arms as she looked at him through her long lashes.

He dared not breathe when she remained in his arms, the tightness in his trousers stirring at how close she was before him. He wanted her before, but it did not compare to how he wanted her now.

Acutely aware of the thin fabric of her dress, Sebastian tempered the groan that threatened to fall at his lips. He cursed himself for keeping his waistcoat on as he briefly caught taut peaks arched against him.

“Sebastian?” She said. Much too softly, in his opinion. And much too inviting for a proper dance in a conservatory.

“Ms. Sloane,” he replied hoarsely before forcing his feet to move once more.

Watching as she gasped, his grip on her waist bunched along the fabric as he held her firm. And when he moved, so did she— the warmth and softness of her body doing little to ease the tension between his legs.

“Ms. Sloane,” he repeated when they made a third turn, giving a quick twirl of her figure before pulling her close to him, leaving him gasping for breath.

They stopped.

Chests heaving, his hands wrapped around her hips while her hands cupped his face.

“Sebastian,” she whimpered, lips and breath brushing along his jaw.

“Sloane,” he murmured, heart thumping as he dared to dip his head closer.

“We’re ready!”

He groaned. Not in pleasure but annoyance at Ominis’ and Anne’s entry as Sloane slipped from his arms, smoothed her dress, and fiddled with her gloves.

“Why are you in the dark?” Anne snorted before waving dismissively to summon them back inside, “Well, come on! We’re already late as it is!”

“And whose fault is that?” Ominis asked.

While Sebastian ignored the argument that erupted between Anne and Ominis he fixed Sloane with a longing stare.

She smiled, turning away with a bite of her lip and Sebastian wondered if he would be successful in convincing Anne and Ominis that they were still ‘not ready’.

~~~***~~~

“You’re sulking.”

“I’m not sulking,” Sebastian bit out, standing with his jaw clenched in the shadows of the ballroom with Ominis.

“You’re grinding your teeth,” he said, “You’re sulking.”

“Ominis,” Sebastian warned.

“I’m just making conversation,” he said, “If you want to dance with her, you should ask.”

“I’m waiting…”

“For what?”

“To be her last dance.”

Sebastian gazed about the room, following Sloane’s movements as she danced in the arms of a gentleman who he deemed too tall, and then the following gentleman too short, and the others either too awkward or boorish.

Sloane didn’t belong with those gentlemen.

He was sure she felt the same when they danced together under the moonlit sky. And when she melted into his arms, sighed at his voice, and ached just as he did for a kiss, he knew it then.

He was made for her.

Smiling across the ballroom for him, she waved, beckoning him to her for the last dance. Feet padding across the marbled floor, Sebastian wove through the crowd to take her into his arms while the murmur and sound of music grew distant in his ears, and their steps followed his hums once more.

~~~***~~~

“Hmm,” Mr. Sloane grunted, tossing his line back into the water as Sebastian sat beside him.

Weeks passed since his first week at the homestead, and though Sloane’s father was nowhere near giving his approval, he had become accustomed to Sebastian’s presence at the homestead.

“I don’t like you.”

Sebastian winced, gripping the fishing pole harder in hand, watching it bob for any catch. Obtaining his approval and blessing was one task he could muster, but gaining Mr. Sloane’s affection? It was not a truth Sebastian hadn’t already known— likely surmising the older man had never liked him since the first day they met. It still pained him, though, regardless of how reasonable it was for a father to be reluctant to give away his daughter.

And he tried— countless days of cleaning, feeding, chopping wood, hunting, fishing, and even taking an interest in wood carving. The latter hobby even resulted in a perfectly carved bowl, which Mr. Sloane promptly grunted and threw into the fire.

It was ‘too perfect’.

“Yes, sir,” Sebastian nodded, keeping his eyes trained on the water as Mr. Sloane shifted beside him.

“But my wife does.”

“Yes, sir— I’m sorry— pardon?” Whipping his face to stare curiously at the man in question, he received a withering glare.

“The flowers, you leave them,” Not a question.

Disregarding the truth likely written on his own face, Sebastian turned away with a shrug, feeling heat creep up to his neck, “They’re… wildflowers. Picked on my walk here.”

“They’re still flowers,” Mr. Sloane growled, “You think I wouldn’t know if my wife’s grave had new flowers?”

“Sir—” he stammered. He hadn’t known. He had thought to leave some for Sloane’s mother just as he gave her a small handful herself, “If I’ve overstepped, I’m sor—”

“I don’t need your apologies, boy,” Mr. Sloane huffed. And then sighed after a moment of silence, “I don’t need a bloody thing from you. And Siobhan bloody well does not need anything from you either. She’s a perfect daughter. And perfectly capable of doing anything she wants. But I will be damned if I turn a blind eye to her wants. Even if you are not what I envision for her.”

Sebastian mulled over his words. Perfection to Mr. Sloane was only acceptable and tolerable in the case of his wife and daughter. And anything less for them, Mr. Sloane could not deem worthy.

“Sir,” he said softly and firmly, “Your blessing or not, it won’t stop me from loving your daughter.”

“Good. You best be serious about her, boy,” Mr. Sloane growled, turning to level Sebastian with a glare, “Or I’ll make sure you wish you had taken the axe when we first met.”

~~~***~~~

In a few days' time, Sebastian was ready to admit he much preferred the chaperoning from Mr. and Mrs. Collins when he and Sloane were going about town. At least… much more than their attempts to steal away for a few moments on the very large, sometimes secluded Sloane homestead.

Although Mr. Sloane was unable to follow them for most periods at a time, it was singularly depressing and infuriating to be on the cusp of kissing Sloane when Peter the Niffler would seize such moments to enact his chaperoning duties.

Perched atop Sloane’s shoulder, looking imposing with his odd toothless smile baring down up at him, and paws waving threateningly at him, Sebastian had yet to also earn the favor of the little beast.

“Peter,” he nodded as Sloane let out a giggle, fingers fondly rubbing the little bugger’s head.

A series of chittering and what he thought was a hiss came from Peter’s little body. His beady little eyes watched carefully as Sebastian took one step back and another– away from the makeshift blanket and picnic basket he acquired for this particular afternoon.

Sebastian prepared himself for this, however, reaching deftly into his pocket and drawing out an ornate gold ring covered in a myriad of rubies, emeralds, and amethysts. He sighed with a grin and kneeled.

“Peter Sloane,” he coughed, holding out the jewel-encrusted ring, “Will you accept this offering to allow this poor soul to ask your mistress’ hand in marriage?”

Two sets of gasps sounded around him— one from Sloane and a small wheeze of surprise from Peter as he leaned forward with wide eyes. Holding his breath, Sebastian’s fingers trembled as Peter’s hand took hold of his, sniffed, narrowed his eyes, and plucked the ring.

With a terse nod and a little sigh, Peter scurried off down toward the river.

“Yes.”

“I haven’t…” he shook his head in amusement, stepping forward to take her hand in his again, “I haven’t told you… And I should have told you in every minute, every day, and every hour we spent together… that I love you. I have always loved you. I loved you when I could not see you or hold you. I loved you in fear and sadness, knowing that you may have found happiness of your own. And I loved— still love you in every breath I speak before you. Siobhan Sloane, will you—”

“Yes!” she cried.

Sebastian smirked and stammered at Sloane’s eager nod and teary eyes, “Hold on, now! I’ve one for you—”

“Yes!” Sloane laughed, running forward to jump into his arms, sending them both to topple across the soft blanket beneath them.

“Sloane,” he laughed, “The ring.”

“I’d settle for a kiss instead,” she murmured into his neck.

“W–would you, now?” he asked, voice unbearably hoarse as he fought down a groan.

She shouldn’t have looked so tempting and innocent all at once with her blush and freckles. But dark eyes stared imploringly at him, and the ash-blonde wisps of hair that had fallen across her cheek made his fingers twitch to tuck them over her ear.

But where his fingers moved with his body to roll them over, his hands curled and cradled her head against the ground, his legs entangled with hers and her dress, and he found himself staring down and counting the freckles on her skin.

“Siobhan,” he whispered.

“Sallow,” she giggled back, cupping his cheek to pull him down.

She looked lovely in pink and felt delightful and sensuous with plump, pink lips pressed along his. She tasted like summer strawberries, sweet with a bite as he rolled his tongue with hers.

When she moaned softly, arching up to ground herself on his thigh, Sebastian shuddered and whimpered upon her lips.

“Leannan,” he groaned, “We could get caught.”

“We won’t,” she said, voice low and needy.

“We can… wait… just a little longer,” he whimpered as each pass of her heat beneath his dress and on his thigh slowly began to chip at his restraint.

“We’ve waited this long,” she hummed along his neck, “Don’t you think we’ve earned it?”

“Yes… but—”

“Please?”

His breath hitched. Eyes darkened. And restraint broken at such words. Bewitching and sweet, he could not dare to deny her— not when she lay beneath him with her soft blonde hair splayed around her like a halo and so eyes beguiling and daring.

“I think I should be the one begging you, leannan.”

And begged her he did.

He would have, in his youth, thought to hurriedly shred their clothes in haste. But his Sloane was meant to be cherished and savored slowly. And so, Sebastian begged the gods to grant him patience as his fingers trailed down her bodice, unbuttoning, unlacing, and kissing each bare skin with his praises.

And as he moved to pull her skirts and toss them aside, he kissed her. Tracing his lips along her thighs until he kissed her with fervor at her center.

She moaned and pleaded, her hands curled through his hair, and he echoed her there by the riverbank with silent pleas of his own, desperate to have every part of her mark his skin.

He wanted her.

All of her.

Her words were so soft, and yet every sinful ‘please’ she gave shook him to his core. And when she arched at the touch of his fingers and tongue, he shivered as the flutter of her walls around his fingers and her want dripped along his mouth and chin.

“Now, this,” she whispered boldly, grasping at his cock through the top of his trousers, “Please.”

He was not patient with the matter of his own clothes, his trembling fingers and hiss of his breath struggled not to send his buttons flying or tearing the fabric down the middle as she sprawled before him, thighs shifting to welcome him.

“Slowly,” he groaned, bracing his hands along her hips and muttering the words as a reminder to himself as her wet heat began to take him.

“More, Sebastian,” she whimpered.

And he throbbed with each slow push and pull, watching with rapt attention as she took his cock inch by inch until he felt it.

“Please,” she sighed, pressing his palm across her lower belly.

With a final thrust, she took him with a whimper and a moan, her hand firm as they both waited and waited. He could feel himself beneath their entwined hands, eager and needy for more.

And when she said ‘please’ again, he moved. Languidly at first. And shivering with each stroke until Sloane pulled him down and kissed him. Tasted him with herself on his lips and bucked.

She moaned, pupils blown, and nails raking down his arms as he began a frantic pace.

Growling with each moaning cry for ‘more’ of hers, he promised all the ways she would take him.

Him, sinking down to his knees for her every morning, lathering her body with praise and sweet kisses. Him, bending her over a desk as he dreamed before, kneading and palming her with his hands until he was pulsing in her. Him, promising her he would give her every last drop and beg her to take just one more before dawn had broken.

“Sebastian!”

“That’s it, leannan,” he rasped, the sound of his hips snapping and rolling into hers pounding in his ears, “You’re right there.”

“Right there?” she repeated– gasping as she began to flutter around him.

“Right there,” he answered, a strangled cry falling from his lips as he followed her into bliss— shattering and throbbing as she clenched tightly around him.

He breathed shakily as he showered her lips with soft kisses, the pull of her legs and dig of her heels on his back tempting him to press further into her.

“I love you,” she whispered, “Always.”

“Always?” he smiled, tucking a blonde strand behind her ear.

“Always.”

~~~***~~~

“Stop fidgeting,” Ominis growled through the side of his mouth, “You’ll ruin my work.”

Sebastian was tempted to shoot him a scathing look but found that he could not. No amount of Ominis Gaunt’s snark and Anne’s antics today could break the joy and awe he felt.

It was finally here.

The day he dared not hope for when he was young but one he still achieved.

Large wooden doors creaked open while the sound of church bells rang around them. But Sebastian could not hear either for the silence that stilled him— Sloane. His Sloane. Walking arm in arm with her father down the aisle, wearing a beautiful gown and a smile that could open the heavens. And when she reached him and placed her hands in his, he grinned just as he had done before.

“There you are,” she said softly.

“There you are,” he answered.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #gift fic #sebastian sallow x mc #Sloane Sallow #Siobhan Sloane #fluff and smut #regencyaufanfic #regency au

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Ring in the New Year

A/N: I know it's February, but I had this idea, and I wanted to run with it. I hope it's a good one. It's just a one-shot. It's kinda smutty.

18+ MINORS DNI

Summary: Steve and Eddie spend News Years Eve ringing in '87 while everyone else spends it with their families. Robin walks in on the aftermath.

"I'm so sorry, Steve!" Robin exclaimed. "You know I want you there but my uncle Erwin is coming and he already missed Christmas so of course, he can't miss Christmas. You know he feels about your father, and of course, I keep telling him that you're nothing like him, but he doesn't believe because he's heard about King Steve. I mean, it was all from me, so I am so, so sorry. You know mom and dad love you. If they could, they would totally choose you over Uncle Erwin, but Erwin is dad's brother, and if Grandma were still around, she would disapprove of dad's decision because they're brothers. Family is more important, she would say. You're our real family, Steve. . .Are you laughing at me, Steven Edward Harrington?"

Steve was stacking video tapes on their shelves while Robin ranted on. He wanted to see how long she could go on for, to see if she could beat her record and she almost did. She was so close.

"I'm really not mad, Robin. Like always, I'll be fine," Steve said grinning.

"How long ago could you have stopped me?" Robin asked him.

"From the very beginning?" Steve replied.

"I hate you. You weren't timing me again were you? I hate it when you do that," Robin said, glaring at him.

"Your middle name is Edward?!" Eddie exclaimed, popping up from behind the shelf.

Steve and Robin jumped, screaming. The video tapes in Steve's fell as he stumbled backwards.

"Jesus, man! When did you get here?!" Steve exclaimed. "And don't do that!"

"Probably about the same time you started timing Robin," Eddie grinned. "And you didn't answer my question. Your middle name is Edward?"

"Yes, my middle name is Edward," Steve said rolling his eyes as he began to pick up the tapes.

"You've taken more years off of my life!" Robin exclaimed, hitting him, and stormed into the breakroom.

"Ah, she'll get over it," Eddie said giggling. "You know. . .Edward is my name. Has it always been your middle name?"

"What? You think I've become so obsessed with you that I changed my middle name to your first name?" Steve asked, incredulous.

"I didn't say it, you did," he replied, rocking back forth on the balls of his feet with his hands behind his back. "You are always hanging out with me."

"You're always showing up at my house!" He exclaimed as he finished stocking the shelf.

"You could have kicked me out or called the cops at any time but you didn't!" He exclaimed in a sing song voice.

"Yeah, I only did that because Dustin loves you so much and because the cops are probably tired of looking at your ugly mug," he said with a smirk.

"Wow, you're as deep as the river in Egypt with your obsession of me," he said, leaning towards him.

"What are you doing here, Munson?" Steve asked.

"I came here to talk about the fact you're practically stalking me. Showing up to my club meetings, to my house. . .it's a serious problem Stevie," Eddie said mockingly.

"Well, you have your club meetings at your house where I drop the kids off to play your game of Danger and Dragons," Steve replied. "And if anyone is stalking anyone, it's you. Afterall, you showed up at my place of work."

"Likely story, Other Eddie, and let's call it even with mutual stalking, shall we?" Eddie asked, pausing as he followed him to the counter and leaned against it, watching Steve move behind it. "So, from what I've heard is that you are going to be alone on New Years Eve too?"

"Yeah, Dustin and Claudia will still be in Ohio with Susie's family. Max went with Lucas and his family to visit his extended family. It would be weird to spend it with my ex's family and with her boyfriend's family," Steve said. "So, yeah, I will be alone."

"What about your family, Steve? What about your parents?" he asked softly, knowing the answer he was going to get.

"Oh, you know. . . Dad's busy with work and mom's. . .," Steve trailed off, waving his hand as if he wanted push away the conversation.

"Trying to stop your dad from filling a whore's hole with his special cream filled goodness?" Eddie asked.

"Dude?!" Steve exclaimed, scrunching up his face and pinching his nose. "Never say that again!"

Eddie could tell that he was struggling not to laugh and he clapped his hands in victory.

"Stevie, you should know that I will be alone for New Years Eve as well. Uncle Wayne will be working that evening. Want company?" Eddie asked.

"If I say no, are you just going to come over anyway?" Steve asked.

"You know me so well, Stevie, and you say you aren't obsessed with me?" Eddie asked with a knowing grin. "I will be there at 9:30 with bells on. Wear something pretty."

"Ugh, you're still here?" Robin asked coming out of the breakroom.

"Robbie, you know you love me," Eddie said blowing a kiss as he began to leave but then he paused. "You guys want to hear something funny? My middle name is Steven."

"Really?!" Robin and Steve exclaimed, sharing a look with each other.

"No. . .it's James, but wouldn't have that been really weird?" Eddie said laughing as he left.

"I hate that man," Robin said.

"No, you don't," Steve replied.

"Ugh, you're right, I love that silly, silly man even if he is trying to steal you away from me," Robin said.

"By the way, you don't have to worry about me being alone for the holidays, Robin, it looks like I will be spending New Years Eve with Eddie," he told her.

"WHAT?!"

On December 31st, 1986 Steve Harrington prepared for his one and only guest. He had handmade pizza in the oven, a movie for them to watch while they waited, and had dressed to impress. He wore his most tight fitting jeans, a blue sweater that was just as tight, and a string of his mother's pearls around his neck. Eddie did say to wear something pretty. He knew his mother wouldn't care but as he tugged at them he couldn't help but feeling he was doing something naughty.

Steve checked his watch, it was very close to time for Eddie to be here. He looked at himself in the hall mirror, checking over his appearance. He had grown out his hair since Spring Break, now a bit longer than it was when he worked at Scoops. He also went back to wearing lip gloss. He no longer cared about what his dad thought about what he wore. He thought it made his lips look nice.

Steve heard Eddie before he knocked, the sound of bells giving him away, and then came his knock. Was he knocking to the tune of "Master of Puppets"? Steve still couldn't believe that he recognized the song. Shit, maybe he was obsessed with Eddie. He opened the door, a confused look was sure to be on Steve’s face, and laughed when he saw the bells draped over Eddie's vest.

"I told you I would be here with bells on and I see you decided to wear something pretty. Just for me, Stevie?" Eddie winked knowingly.

"Thought it would be funny," Steve replied, blushing.

"Yes, funny. . .hum," Eddie said, looking him up and down, pausing. "Is the bell boy allowed inside the lord's stately manor?"

"Yes, jeeze, just come in," he said, pulling him into the house.

Steve smiled as he watched him move around house, bouncing as he did so. He had been looking forward to this moment since Eddie invited himself over and he wasn't sure why he felt so strongly about this man. He couldn't think straight with him around. He hadn't had a best friend like this. . .well, he never had a best friend like this. Eddie was, in every sense of the word, his best friend. One wouldn't think that this man wouldn't fit so well into his life but he did. Maybe it was possible to have more than one platonic soul mate. It was ten minutes before midnight when all that changed.

"So, is this the first time Steve Harrington won't have someone to kiss at midnight?" Eddie asked softly.

"No, I didn't have anyone last year either," Steve said.

Eddie winced, remembering that Nancy and him had broken up in October of 84 then he had spent many a dates trying to fill the void.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better I've never kissed anyone at all," Eddie said.

"Really?" Steve asked. "But you've told me about the - "

"The one quickie I had in the bathroom at the Hideout. Yeah, he didn't want to kiss me on the lips," Eddie said looking down at his lap. "It was super awkward when I tried. You want to take one for the team and plant one on me, big boy?"

Steve looked at him thoughtfully and then looked down at his lips. They were very soft looking and plump. . .very biteable. Shit, did he want to kiss him? As he thought about it he knew that, yes, he did want to kiss him.

"Sure, I would be a terrible host if I ignored the needs of my guest, wouldn't I?" Steve asked and Eddie laughed.

"You certainly would," Eddie giggled. "You'd tell me first if it turns you gay, right?"

"Nah, I thought I would wait and tell Robin before telling you first," Steve said sarcastically. "Just leave you sitting there hanging."

Eddie laughed and nudged him in the side as they turned to the screen to watch the ball drop. Eddie turned to Steve, the other man doing the same.

"I'd understand if you want to back out," Eddie said softly.

"Nah, man, I'm good," Steve replied.

5! 4 ! 3! 2! 1!

They leaned towards each other at the same time, hearts racing as their lips connected. Steve was right, Eddie's lips were soft and they felt right against his. He cupped Eddie's face and deepened the kiss, touching his tongue against Eddie's lip. Eddie opened his mouth and allowed Steve’s tongue entrance. Eddie tasted like the beer and pizza from earlier with the hint of cigarettes he had smoked before he came over.

Heat pooled into his belly, yearning for Steve to have Eddie closer to him. It was like Eddie had read his mind because a second later the metalhead was straddling his lap, his fingers curled into Steve’s hair. Eddie rocked his hips, grinding down onto Steve’s crotch. That's when Eddie decided to pull away and as he did so, Steve bit lightly at his lip. He caught it gently between his teeth and then let it go, causing Eddie's lip to make a smacking sound as it slapped softly back into place. Eddie's lip wet, red, and swollen.

"Happy New Years, Stevie," Eddie whispered, leaning his forehead against his and they both opened their eyes. "Huh, the powers out. Did we do that?"

"Yes, the kiss was so good it caused the power to go out. Did you forget about the storm going on outside?" Steve asked.

"That kiss made me forget where I was and obviously you thought that the kiss was good too. . .hellooo, big boy," Eddie grinned and then paused. "Or has it just been a while?"

"No. I mean, yes, it's been a while. . . I enjoyed the kiss. I enjoyed kissing you," Steve said, pausing. "I don't know what that means for me, if I like guys or if I just like you. I do know that I would like to kiss you again."

"We should get some light in here so I can look at your face when I kiss it all over," Eddie said softly.

"Well, it's going to get cold in here, we should start a fire," Steve said wiggling his eyebrows.

"If you're suggesting that we start a fire in our pants. . . I would say yes to that, but it wouldn't create light, sadly," Eddie said. "It would be a sight to behold your golden glowing jewels."

"No, I meant we should start a fire in my dad's old study," Steve said.

"Baby, if you wanted to burn down your dad's study you should have just said. You didn't have to seduce me or knock out the power to do it," Eddie said.

"There is a fireplace in there," he replied with a blank expression on his face.

"Well, in that case," Eddie said, jumping up and promptly tripped over the coffee table.

Steve sighed and pulled out a flashlight from the end table beside the couch. He shined it on Eddie's ass that was sticking up in the air.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," he said with a groan. "But this no way in implies what I will be doing later."

Once he helped Eddie up, they grabbed a couple of beers and headed into the study. Steve got the fire going and then went to grab a few blankets along with some pillows. They sprawled out in front of the fire with their beers, drinking and laughing. Eddie was the one to explain to him about Bowie and bisexuality, that it was okay to like both. Steve thought about it and all the times he's noticed a guy without actually thinking about what it meant. He definitely had a thing for Tom Cruise and Judd Nelson. Shit, Harrison Ford too. Eddie climbed into his lap and kissed him hard when he told him about that last one. They made out in front of the fire, beers empty and Eddie straddling Steve. They had to break apart to breathe, Steve whining at the loss of contact.

"Do you want to - I mean, we don't have to - unless you do - it's been a lot tonight and I really like you," Eddie said. "I'm willing to wait."

"Eddie," Steve paused, running a hand up his back. "I want you to fuck me."

"You've got condoms and lube?" Eddie asked.

"Upstairs in my room," he replied.

"When I get back I hope you will be wearing nothing but those pearls," Eddie said with a lewd grin.

Steve grinned as he stripped down completely and laid on the blankets, his arm underneath his head. Once again, Steve heard him before he saw him. . .the jingling of bells coming from the hallway. Eddie entered the study wearing nothing but the bells. After a heated debate, Eddie chose not to wear the bells.

"I'm only looking out for you, babe!" Steve exclaimed.

Eddie pressed his full body against his, kissing him softly. Steve’s hands shook slightly as he placed his hands on Eddie's ass. He broke the kiss and looked down at Steve with a raised eyebrow.

"We really don't have to do this," Eddie said softly.

"No, I want to. Does it make sense that I am nervous about how excited I am?" Steve asked.

"Are you that eager to take my dick, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Shut up and fuck me, Munson."

By the time morning came, the power had returned to the Harrington home. Robin had been dropped off by her mother with a load of food for Steve from last night, opening the front door with her key.

"Heyy, dingus! My mom felt super guilty about not having you over last night so she made sure that you had plenty of food, I think, to feed an army. Hopefully, Munson wasn't too bad last night. Steve? Are you still in bed? Lazy ass! Just kidding, my soul twin! You, of all people, deserve to sleep in!" Robin rambled on as she placed the food in the kitchen and climbed the stairs.

Robin frowned when she entered Steve’s room and found that he wasn't in his bedroom. Where was he? She knew he was still here, his car was in the driveway. She began checking all the rooms, calling out for Steve. Robin opened the door to the study and shrieked.

"What the fuck?!" Robin exclaimed.

Eddie laid slumbering halfway on Steve’s naked back, snoring and drooling while Steve also slept on. They were both naked except for a string of pearls around Eddie's neck. Robin could clearly see a large bite mark on Steve’s ass. She wished she hadn't noticed, she wished she couldn't see. Eddie groaned and lifted his head, glaring up at Robin, then he grinned.

"By the power of my lips and dick I have successfully made Steve gay for me!" Eddie said proudly.

"Don't lie to her, Edward," Steve groaned, sat up and pulled the blanket over the both of them. "I have discovered some things about myself last night. It being that I am bisexual. Yeah, definitely bisexual. Oh, and I am completely obsessed with Eddie!"

"I fucking knew it!" Eddie cheered.

"All this time, I thought. . .I thought you were trying to steal him away to make him your platonic soulmate," Robin said.

"Don't worry, Robin, he's just my boyfriend," Steve said and then looked at him. "You are, aren't you?"

"Yeah, Robin, you have nothing to fear, he is nothing more than my boyfriend," Eddie replied with a grin.

"Thank God," Robin sighed in relief.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Unfortunately, my brain short circuited when I was trying to write them fucking in front of the fire and I was unable to write the smut in detail.

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