#oh my sweet mo ran

[star-girl69]

Too Sweet

Caroline (KK) Harvey x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: a niche celebrity yourself, you and caroline try to keep your relationship private and secret- despite the rumors circling. but secrets come out when you’re on live.

a/n: this MIGHT be the worst thing i have ever written… anyways 😍 from this ask, i hope you all enjoy!!

Too Sweet - Hozier

warnings: reader cries like twice, i took this and ran w it lmao, hmmm like hurt/comfort, mentions of sex, kissing, the whole shabang, swearing, pretty chill but suggestive at times so lmk if i missed anything!!

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“Oh, my God!” You shout, sitting up in your girlfriend’s bed, blankets slipping off of you. She groans next to you, head falling off of your shoulder and arm still around your waist.

“I was asleep,” she complains.

“Look!” You shout, shaking her slightly as you shove your phone in her face.

Caroline, your very wonderful and very sleepy girlfriend who claims naps just aren’t the same if you’re not in bed with her, blinks a few times as her eyes adjust. You unpause the Tik Tok video, and the song plays, some emotion forming in her eyes that you can’t quite name. The sound starts looping again, and you shake your phone.

“See? It’s an edit! Of me!!”

She smiles. “Oh, wow, baby. You’re really famous now, huh?” Your stomach twists as she watches the edit in total adoration, pupils blown despite her sleepy eyes. It’s just a clips of you from screen recorded lives or Tik Tok’s from someone on the team, but you can’t help but be happy anyways.

You don’t want that whole famous thing, the spotlight and the pressure- you’re just glad your girlfriend is getting the attention she deserves. She’s the most talented person you know- an Olympian, for God’s sake.

“I like this,” she smiles. “It’s cute. Send it to me.”

You laugh but send it anyways, your eyes catching on the small text that says 12 comments.

Nobody knows you and Caroline are dating. At least, the fans don’t. After Caroline started coming to fame and Laila followed, the Badgers become sort of a social media hotspot. They were all talented and hilarious- they deserved it.

You’ve only been dating Caroline for a few months, but you’d been friends with her for years before that- always teetering on the edge of something more. In fact, the first time you were ever brought up was people questioning who you were in the background of lives- questioning if you were dating someone on the team.

Caroline did love her fans a lot, she often ranted about how cool is was being able to share her life with people and how amazing it was to be an inspiration to so many young girls who feel discriminated in sports, but the talk of introducing you to them hasn’t quite come up yet.

Maybe you’re still in the honeymoon phase. Maybe all the people who deserve to know- your friends and family- are the people who already know.

user-1 ok who tf is she. seriously like i love her but WHO

user-2 @/user-1 her name is y/n!! she doesn’t play for the badgers but she’s friends w all of them and hangs out w them a lot

user-1 i heard a rumor she’s dating kk… i would actually go crazy.

user-4 ok she’s pretty but like kk and i are married sooooo

user-3 i don’t even think she’s that pretty tbh

user-2 um ok wow wtf did she do to you

user-3 nothing i just don’t think she’s that pretty

user-3 if she is dating kk then kk could do a lot better (cough me cough)

You can’t help but frown, reading the words over and over again.

“What?” Caroline asks, cupping your hand with her own to angle the screen towards her. She turns from half-asleep to wide awake in seconds. “They don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about.”

You turn your phone off and let it drop onto the blankets, turning towards KK. She sits up immediately, putting both of her hands on your face- but you can’t quite meet her eyes.

“Hey, hey. Don’t listen to them. Look at me. Please. Don’t listen to them.”

“I’m not,” you say after a moment, eyes still shut. “It’s fine. I just… don’t get it.”

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, and you’re all I’ve wanted for years. And now that I finally have you, I’m not letting you go. And I’m not letting you get it in your head that you’re not good enough for me- because you are.”

You don’t notice a tear has fallen down your face until she’s kissing it away.

“You’re perfect,” she says, with an air of finality you can’t help but smile at. “I love you. Don’t think otherwise. Of course, if you need some reassurance I’m always down to tell you how much I love you.”

“Thank you, KK,” you whisper, softly clearing your throat as you’re finally able to meet her eyes. “I love you, too.”

All you can do is think about when she won the NCAA championship last year, when she was high off of the win and came out of the locker room to find you- smiling so brightly and gushing about how good she had played- and all she did was smile at you, grab your face, and kiss you so hard you got tilted back onto an axis you didn’t even know you were knocked off of.

And suddenly, with her lips on yours, everything in the world felt right. And it’s felt right since then. It feels right now, 4 months into your relationship, with Caroline holding your face and kissing your tears away.

“Maybe we shouldn’t tell them,” she whispers, kind of blurts it out. “I-I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and, well, this kinda sealed it. I don’t want them to get in your head, like this. I… just want you all to myself, really.”

You laugh, and she smiles back, her eyes moving from your lips to the bridge of your nose to your eyes.

“Won’t keeping it a secret be kinda annoying?”

“I mean, not being able to show you off will suck, but if it means you don’t cry about stupid people again then I’ll do it.”

“Okay, then. We don’t have to tell them.”

“Exactly.” She kisses you, once, like she’s sealing a promise between the two of you. “Besides, nothing about you is ever annoying.”

—-

The edit of you ended up going kind of viral, and then more and more were made, until suddenly you had 2000 followers on Tik Tok and hundreds of private messages begging you to go live with the team, or film some kind of video, or do anything.

The first thing you ever posted was a simple get ready with me, and that received so much support you did another one, and then you did a day in the life- that one featured Caroline, so it went very viral- and suddenly you went live one night, and then it all just kinda fell into place.

There was nothing more exciting then getting another sweet comment or message telling you how much they looked forward to your videos, or absolutely hilarious comments people would leave under your posts.

But, with your own social media fame skyrocketing and Caroline’s still staying strong- she was right. They did judge you, they did get into your head.

And they weren’t dumb, you quickly realized. This sort of abstract group of people you called “they” and listened to, they knew something was happening.

There were three instances that caused the fans to guess you and Caroline were more than just friends.

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The girls decided to have another movie night, and all of you were laying lazily about the couches and the floor, Laila on live showing off her fabulous singing skills yet again, and you were sitting with KK on the couch.

You weren’t even that close to each other. Your thighs touched, sure, and she had her arm around her shoulder- but she kept it back, so it was more so on the back of the couch and not touching you. But, her comforting presence was there, and that was enough for you.

Someone had paused the movie a while ago, and it had turned more into a hangout session that was filled with obnoxious singing and laughter.

“I should probably go soon,” you muttered to KK.

“Why?” She frowned, pressing her leg into yours.

“I have a test tomorrow morning, I should go to bed soon.”

You still whispered to each other, even though the room was pretty loud.

“You sure you don’t wanna sleep over? I’ll drive you over in the morning.”

She was always trying to get you to sleep at her apartment. Or just be at her apartment in general- sometimes, you would hang out at their place while they had practice and make dinner for them, and KK would jokingly call you her wife and thank you for having dinner on the table.

You have to cross your legs when she wraps her arms around you and kisses your cheek, saying “thank you, my wonderful wife.”

“I wanna be in my own bed, K.”

She leans in, closer to you so her lips are ghosting over your ear. “My bed is your bed, baby.”

She leaves a kiss to the shell of your ear, pulling away with a small smile on her face and you can feel your cheeks heat. And she knows the reaction she has on you, and she’s very proud of it.

You smile. “I’m sorry, Caroline. Not tonight, okay?”

“Are you sure?” She asks, hand playing with the hair at the back of your head. You turn to her, amused smile on your face she can’t take her eyes away from.

“I am one thousand percent sure that I don’t want to go to your place tonight.”

“You’re no fun,” she teases.

“I’m plenty of fun,” you gasp, faking offense with a hand over your chest. She takes her arm off of your shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you gonna prove that? ‘Cause I don’t think I believe you.”

“I think I proved that Friday night.” You place your hand on her chest, fingertip drawing patterns on her collarbone. She visibly swallows. “You remember?”

“Fuck yeah I remember, but I still think you should show me again.”

“Fuck!” Laila suddenly shouts, and you whip around only to find her frantically clicking buttons on her phone before simply throwing it across the room.

The chatter stops. Ava, another girl on the team, picks the phone up from where it’s fallen by her feet and looks at it.

“Um, what was that for?” She asks, and you can see the live ended screen on Laila’s phone.

“I’m so sorry,” Laila says. “They heard you.”

Your eyes widen. “The thing about Friday night?”

“I don’t know! I wasn’t listening to you, what the fuck were you even saying? I just looked at the comments and suddenly everyone was asking who KK was talking to, and like, ‘wow, KK is so hot.’”

Caroline rolls her eyes. “Okay, whatever. That could have been about anything.”

“Caroline,” you mutter. “It’s pretty obvious it was about sex.”

“Okay, shush,” Laila says, holding her hands out. “First of all, why are you doing that when we’re all in the room? Second, oh, my God I am so sorry.”

You sigh, cracking your knuckles. Caroline immediately grabs one of your hands. “It’s not your fault, Lai. It’s fine- I mean, if we ignore it then they’ll probably just stop talking about it. Right?”

“Probably,” Laila agrees. “They’ll forget about it tomorrow. Hopefully it doesn’t end up in the edits.”

You can’t help but laugh. If you don’t laugh, you might cry.

@/user-1 here’s the screen recording!! side note: i NEED to know who kk was talking to at the end.

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user-2 wait what do they say at the end

user-3 @/user-2 basically kk and another girl are just flirting like crazy

user-4 @/user-3 they could still be friends

user-3 @/user-4 um no that was gay as hell

user-5 WHAT HAPPENED FRIDAY NIGHT KK PLS PICS OR IT DIDNT HAPPEN

user-6 @/user-5 EXACTLY

—-

Your voice felt a little scratchy, and you couldn’t stop coughing- you had been screaming so hard during the entire game that you’re sure you’re going to wake up without a voice tomorrow.

The Badgers just won the last game they needed to win- the qualifying game for the Frozen Four tournament. This was the third year in a row Caroline had gone to the championships, and by the way a huge dog pile had formed on the ice when the buzzer went off- everyone was just a little excited.

You waited as patiently as you could outside of the locker room, but you found yourself again fidgeting with your hands and walking back and forth. All you could think about was just kissing Caroline so hard you saw stars, and telling her how good she did.

You closed your eyes for a moment, finally leaning back against the wall as you thought back to the goal she had scored. Maybe it was weird, but there was honestly nothing sexier to you than watching Caroline in her element like that.

Hockey was where she shined, where she was her truest self- and not only was it exhilarating to watch her in general, but she also looked really good doing it.

The door finally creaked open and your cheeks burned from smiling too hard, all of the Badgers coming out of the locker room and running to great their own friends and family who had gathered outside. It took a second for her face to appear in the line of people exiting, she was laughing with Laila and a few other girls about something, she was smiling just as wide as you were and, God, she looked so pretty.

When she saw you, it wasn’t possible for her smile to get bigger, but her smile changed. Suddenly, you felt so loved just by the way she was looking at you.

You practically ran across the room, half jumping into her arms, pressing yourself as close to her as you could. You kissed her nose as you wrapped your arms around her neck, and her hands ran along down your arms to your shoulders, then down your sides to finally hold onto your hips.

“Holy shit,” she said, smiling, still kind of in disbelief.

“I am so, so, so fucking proud of you, baby.”

Her eyes search all across your face, almost like she’s taking in every inch of this moment. You know that she’s been looking forward to this moment since the buzzer went off- her weird pleasure is that she thinks you’re so hot when you’re supporting her- and she drinks in everything about you like she’s trapped in a dessert and you’re water.

She doesn’t need to say thank you, because the way she kisses you, hands squeezing your hips even closer to her, hard and unrelenting and depriving you of air but you can’t think about anything else when she gets like this with you, is more than enough.

She kisses you like she’s starved, and there’s nothing else you love more than this moment with her.

When she does finally pull away, panting slightly but still chuckling at the way you’re literally about to pass out from lack of air- that’s the one shitty thing about her endurance, you swear she’s gonna kill you with kisses- she presses her forehead against yours.

“Thank you,” she breathes. “Thank you. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

There’s a few tears in her eyes.

Laila suddenly appears next to the two of you, her 6’1 frame quite literally casting a shadow over the two of you and your happy moment.

“We’re having a moment, Laila,” KK groans, but she’s smiling so hard.

“Great, some rando is taking a video, though.”

“Fuck.”

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user-1 IS THAT CAROLINE HARVEY? IS THAT CAROLINE HARVEY KISSING A GIRL??

user-2 kk harvey girl kisser confirmed… this is a win

user-3 KK HOW COULD U CHEAT ON ME

user-4 @/user-3 KK THE KIDS MISS UUUUU

user-5 ok but appreciation for the hand placement.

user-6 @/user-5 THE WAY SHES KISSING HER??? LIKE A WOMAN STARVED??? that’s a hozier kinda kiss bro

user-7 @/user-6 would do anything to be in that girls place rn

user-8 can’t tell very well from this angle but i think the other girl is wearing a harvey jersey!! how cute

user-9 ok but the way laila blocks the camera from seeing them… that’s my wifey right there

user-10 absolutely obsessed with the way kk covers the other girls face when they walk away

user-11 @/user-10 we love a protective gf

user-12 don’t mind me just watching this video for the hundredth time

user-13 okay am i going crazy or is that y/n l/n??

—-

“Ok, hi Live. Y/N, say hi to the live.”

“Hi guys!” You smiled at the camera, keeping your eyes fixed on the boiling pot of pasta you were currently stirring.

“What are you guys making?” Laila reads, before shoving the camera yet again in your face.

“Okay, calm down,” you scold, setting aside your spoon and grabbing her phone. “Don’t bother me while I’m dealing with dangerous liquids.”

“It’s water,” Laila deadpans.

“Boiling water.”

Laila rolls her eyes but doesn’t give a verbal response, so you just smile and switch the camera around.

“Okay so, as you can see we’ve got some pasta boiling and some veggies and chicken cut up, and then we’re gonna cook that, and like… yeah.”

You look back towards the comments, most of them asking for KK. You decide to be nice, looking around the apartment and finding that your girlfriend is nowhere to be found.

“Carolineeeee,” you call, stretching out her name. “The people want to see you!”

The door to her bedroom creaks open, and she walks out carrying a hoodie. “What?”

“Laila went live,” you explain, flipping the camera around. “Okay, smile! Give us a little wave!”

user-1 y/n is so mom core

KK gives you a bored look, but begrudgingly puts on a very fake smile and waves.

“Aww how cute! What’s the hoodie for?” You ask, turning the camera back around and doing a few poses for the camera, admiring yourself.

“You. You said you were cold, like, two seconds ago.”

“Oops. Yeah, I did.”

user-2 kk is such a sweetheart

user-3 kk who were you kissing in that video??

user-4 i’m 99% sure it was y/n

user-5 i don’t think so

user-4 nobody asked you

user-6 KK PLS ADDRESS THE VIDEO

You prop the camera down against a random glass of water someone left on the counter, catching the hoodie Caroline throws at you and quickly putting it on.

“Okay, fit check!” You do a little spin, watching KK smile at the way her last name looks on your back. “Hoodie is from Caroline, bottoms are from… Under Armor, and… yeah, I don’t know where these socks are from.”

A few people compliment you, but the chat is still mostly filled with people asking for KK- or asking about the video.

The video that thankfully hasn’t been connected to you yet… but still, your name has been mentioned as a culprit multiple times.

You sigh, heavily. “I’m not good enough for them, they only want you, KK.”

She smiles but joins you in front of the camera, her eyes catching on your pouty lips for a second before she looks at the camera, wrapping her arm around your waist and standing close to you.

Immediately, the comments flood with questions about the video.

The two of you very pointedly ignore them, and Caroline finally gets up to grab the phone, opening the cabinet above the stove and propping it up in there. You sit on the counter behind them, legs swinging in the air as Laila shows off her vegetable cutting skills before dumping them in a pan to cook.

KK leans right next to you on the counter, her shoulder touching your arm, she squints at the camera before placing her hand on your thigh. You look down for a quick second, seeing that was in fact KK’s hand very not-friendly placed on your thigh, whipping to her with your eyes wide.

“Caroline,” you whisper, trying to subtlety push her away from you.

“Relax,” she whispers back. “They can’t see. You’re still my girlfriend, I wanna touch you.”

You look away, hoping the camera doesn’t catch the heat in your cheeks or the way you smile.

“Y/N,” Laila says, reading yet again from the live. “Someone wants to know why you’re always at our place.”

“What kind of question is that?” KK asks with an amused smile while you laugh. She pinches your cheek with her free hand. “Who wouldn’t want to look at this face all day?”

“You certainly do,” you laugh. Caroline smiles up at you. You’ve long since decided her smiles are your favorite thing in the world, but every time she smiles at you- which is a lot- you still get that same feeling you get when she first kisses you at that game.

“Okay,” Laila says, acting nonchalant as she turns around. “Hello?” She says, so quietly you have to read her lips. “Tone it down?”

You suddenly realize what you said.

You swallow and suddenly find the ceiling very interesting.

Caroline squeezes your thigh to be comforting but doesn’t look at you. You really want her to look at you. You wonder, for just a second, if maybe it would be easier to just tell people.

Then you remember the comments.

You still get them sometimes, the random trolls who don’t think you’re pretty or worthy enough for KK, to be friends with the team in general- and they make you feel so fucking shitty about yourself that KK’s even caught you crying about them a few times.

You know it’s stupid.

You try to listen to her, to not let them bother you- but maybe you’re just not as tough as her. Or you’re stupid, weak, sensitive- they bother you. They cut you deep like a sharp knife.

You hop down from the counter, KK’s hand sliding off of you. “Gonna run to the bathroom,” you mutter.

You can feel Caroline’s eyes on your back as you walk away. And she does come find you, but she waits a minute. She does ask what’s wrong, and you say nothing and she knows you’re lying- so she asks Laila to end the live.

And even though they’re not there anymore, you still carry the fear of their judgement.

@/user-1 screen recording from the live!!! i love kk and y/n’s relationship so much <3

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user-2 if y/n and kk are JUST friends i’ll pay everyone on this planet 100 dollars

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user-3 really?? idk i think they’re just friends

user-4 kk said “who wouldn’t want to stare at this face all day” and y/n said “you do” that’s gay…

user-5 kk literally got a hoodie for her when she mentioned she was cold and then when she came on camera she looked at y/n’s lips

user-3 i just don’t know if i see it tbh like i don’t see them together

user-5 they’re dating mark my words

—-

It’s been weeks since the video came out, since the clips of the lives started circling, since more and more people starting saying your name when discussing who KK was dating- since everyone pretty much knew she was dating someone now, the only question was who.

Thankfully, despite the initial week where your comments were filled with people asking who Caroline was dating- asking if it was you- it finally died down, and people had either forgotten it or gotten bored by the lack of response.

And, you had found comfort in your own account. There was the occasional hate comment- but you didn’t cry anymore. There were always people ready to defend you, and everyone was just genuinely so sweet to you. They wanted to know about your life, your routines, your outfits- and the KK content you provided was just an added bonus.

That’s what you’re doing, Friday night at 4pm. The Badgers had a home game today, and like most home games, you were going to watch from the stands, cheering on your girl and the rest of your friends.

You decided to go live, sitting on the floor in KK’s room in front of her floor length mirror, pulling out her desk chair next to you, placing a stack of books on it and propping your phone up against it.

It was kind of therapeutic, answering random question about yourself and the team while you got ready. You showed the camera each product you used, and then they watched as you put it on- a few people even managing to give you helpful tips. It made you feel kinda wanted, kinda loved, kinda…good.

The door opens, and you look over your shoulder to see Caroline walking in.

“Hi, K,” you greet.

“Hi,” she says back, kind of distracted, already rifling through her messy bedside table, then her dresser-

“Okay, what are you looking for?” You laugh, smiling.

“Hairtie.”

You roll your eyes. “Babe, they’re on your desk, remember?”

“Oh,” she mumbles, eyebrows raising as she suddenly remembers that, yes, she did put the ceramic jar full of hair ties on her desk last night. She grabs one, standing behind you and pulling her hair back into a somewhat lazy ponytail.

She crouches down behind you, putting her arms around your neck. She looks at you in the mirror, and you look back.

“Well?” You say, teasing her, looking for a thank you.

She smiles.

“Thank you, baby.” She kisses your cheek. “Always keeping me in check.”

Your phone suddenly buzzed about 20 times, and you look over to the desk chair, mouth dropping in horror as you realize you’re still on live.

Fuck.

You’re still on live.

“Shit!” You practically screech, grabbing your phone and panicking, hitting buttons randomly before opting to just close the app altogether. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

Caroline is completely frozen behind you.

“Were you… just… on live?”

“I’m sorry,” you breathe, and suddenly tears are streaming down your face faster than you can stop them, and all you can do is watch your pretty makeup get slowly ruined. “Fuck. I’m so sorry, I- I don’t- I’m sorry.”

Her hands come to your shoulders and she fully sits down behind you, massaging your shoulders gently as she kisses the back of your head, shushing you softly.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, sweetheart.” Her lips move against your hair. “Baby, it’s okay.”

She doesn’t try to comfort you beyond that, just calling you baby and telling you it’s okay, even though you want to scream that it’s not. It’s not okay.

She just lets you cry. And you cry, you cry for what feels like twelve hours.

“Y/N,” she finally whispers.

“What?” You moan back, sniffling.

“What are you thinking right now?”

You scoff at the ridiculous question.

But, you can’t help but lean back into her. She wraps her arms around you, keeping your arms tucked to your sides, her legs outside of yours, touching you- you never feel safer than you do when you’re in her arms like this.

“I’m thinking I’m the worst girlfriend in the world, and-”

You’re cut off by another sob.

“I’m so sorry,” you say again, because all you can do right now is apologize. “Are you mad?”

“Am I mad? Baby, I’m fine. It’s completely fine. Maybe this wasn’t the most perfect, thought-out way to launch “us,” but it’s okay. I promise, I’m not mad. And I promise it’s going to be okay.”

“Caroline,” you groan.

“What, baby?” She asks, kissing your cheek.

“I don’t know. Why did we even do this in the first place?”

“You cried. Because of the hate comments. And I don’t want to see you cry. But that was so long ago, babe, now you’re really famous. I mean, you have, what, 5000 followers? That’s impressive. We… we were just so new back then, and I was scared that you would break up with me. It was me. I was scared. I told you, I just want you all to myself.”

“I wouldn’t break up with you over that.”

“Well, I know that now,” she smiles.

You finally manage to open your eyes, meeting her gaze in the reflection. You look like a mess.

“I don’t know how you manage to stay so pretty when you cry.”

You try to hide a laugh, but you can’t.

“I’m sorry that we didn’t get to control how we did it, but I’m not sorry that we kept it for hidden longer. It was time, babe- it was getting on my nerves. All the bugging me about who I was kissing after games… I was done with it. I love you, and this is nothing.”

“I love you,” you repeat.

“And this is nothing.”

“And this is nothing.”

“Honestly,” she starts, loosening her grip on you. “We made this into a big thing.”

“We did,” you chuckle. You glance at your phone, still readily receiving texts. The notifications you originally got were from your friends who were on the live, who had saw Caroline kiss your cheek and call you baby, and immediately freaked out and texted you, realizing you had forgotten you were on live. “Whatever. This is nothing. We’re together, everyone knows, it’s fine.”

“And if anyone has a problem with that, you have 5000 followers to attack them with.”

You roll your eyes. “I would argue your, what, 35 thousand is more impressive and effective?”

“Same difference. Wait, hold on, can I get your autograph? You’re literally my favorite celebrity, like, ever. I would die for you, I love you so much.”

“Oh, no, I’m sorry- no more autographs today. My hand is cramping from writing so many,” you frown, flexing your hand dramatically.

“Can I get a kiss then?”

“Very weird thing to ask a celebrity, but… you’re hot, sure.”

@y/n she chose me she don’t want u 💋

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user-1 most iconic way to announce a relationship ever i fear

kkharvey4 love u baby so glad ur all mine

user-2 @/kkharvey4 hey thanks for ripping my heart out of my chest… happy for u or whatever tho

user-3 GODDDD THEYRE SO CUTE IM DEAD

user-4 fuck she’s beautiful… can’t even be mad

user-5 ok but they ate… power couple fr…

user-6 this reminds me of the day kate martin hard launched. i need to mourn

user-7 bitch i fucking called it

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Xuanyu disrobes unashamedly, hesitating only at the last second with the sleeve covering her left arm.

Jiang Yanli laughs. “Bit late to be modest, I think.”

“Modesty is overrated,” she returns, which is something that Zixuan would say and A-Yao would think. She slips the rest of the robes off and steps into the steaming bath, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

The changes her body has undergone are even more obvious without the thick layers of the robes obscuring her form. The extra weight seems to have settled in ideal places, not only thickening her waist and limbs but settling heavily along her hips and breasts, which hadn’t exactly been small to begin with.

She sits behind Xuanyu, filling a bowl with water and then pouring it over her hair to rinse it of blood and dirt that had been hidden by her dark hair. Acting as a bathing assistant is far below her station, but Xuanyu had sent all the servants away and she doesn’t mind, really. Xuanyu is her sister, likely the only one she’ll ever have considering A-Cheng’s track record with matchmakers, and she’s been worried about her. This gives them time to speak alone. “How has your marriage with Lan Wangji been? Has he been kind?”

Xuanyu pulls a face, which isn’t encouraging. “I guess. He mostly left me alone, and then we had a couple fights and he was a jerk, and now I think he’s trying to make up for being a jerk, but it’s a little – well, it’s nice that he’s making an effort. I suppose.”

Not as good as she’d hoped, but not as bad as she’d feared. “Sect Leader Lan seems fond of you.”

“Oh, Lan Xichen is great,” she says easily. Better than reaction to Lan Wangji, but still not what Jiang Yanli had been hoping for. Then her eyes light up. “Sizhui is wonderful! I’ll give Wangji one thing, he’s raised a good kid. He’s so sweet, and a great cultivator, and he’s always trying to help out everyone around him. I’m glad Jingyi’s always hanging around – without him, I think everyone would just take advantage of Sizhui’s good nature.”

Well, that’s something. Surely Lan Wangji can’t resist Xuanyu’s charms for long, not when she dotes on his son and gets along with his brother.

“What trouble did you get into on the road?” she asks, running her hand over the wound on Xuanyu’s shoulder. It looks nearly fully healed already and there’s another mostly healed wound on her hip, a thin slice on her left arm, and the shadow of various bruises that were likely much worse a couple hours ago. It’s of course a good thing that Xuanyu has a strong golden core, but Jiang Yanli can’t help a moment of wistfulness.

Her own core never lived up to her mother’s expectations, or her own. If she’d had a stronger core, she could have given A-Ling siblings. A child should have siblings. She would have had a calmer childhood without two little brothers underfoot, but a lonelier one too.

Xuanyu shrugs, lazily scrubbing herself down. “Looks like Xiao Xingchen picked up the girl, A-Qing, while he and Song Lan were separated and was trapped in this place that was basically a ghost town.” How could he be trapped by a place that had no people? “And I’d heard some rumors so when we ran into Song Lan I helped him find Xiao Xingchen, but there was a bit of a fight with someone who didn’t want him to leave. I just happened to get caught in the crossfire, so to speak.”

She’s stretching the truth to outright lying. Before Jiang Yanli can call her on it, her stomach growls.

“Didn’t get a chance to eat on the road?” she teases.

Xuanyu flushes, ducking briefly beneath the water to hide her flaming cheeks before resurfacing. “Things were a little hectic. It may have slipped my mind.”

How has she managed to put on weight while also forgetting to eat? Perhaps Lan Wangji deserves more credit.

“I think I have some candies in my room, if you want something before the banquet,” she offers. “I know the speeches take forever.”

Her eyes light up before dimming and she slumps in the bath. “Thanks, Yanli-jie, but I better not. Sizhui gave me some on the road and I usually love them but just putting it in my mouth almost made me sick. It was awful. And weird! They’re my favorite.”

Jiang Yanli blinks then gives Xuanyu’s significantly larger chest a considering look. It could be nothing. It’s probably nothing. She hasn’t even been married a year and it doesn’t sound as if she and Lan Wangji have been seeing eye to eye.

Then again, the same could have been said about her and Zixuan.

“Can I ask you something personal, Meimei?”

Xuanyu nods. “You can ask me anything, Yanli-jie.”

“Are you and Lan Wangji having sex?”

She turns bright red and ducks beneath the water for so long that Jiang Yanli is starting to get concerned before she resurfaces, still red faced. “Um. We did once. Well – I guess, technically, it was three times, but it was only one night.”

Well. Apparently Lan Wangji has stamina on and off the battlefield.

“One moment,” she says, briefly squeezing Xuanyu’s shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”

It takes one whispered conversation with the servant outside the hall and approximately ninety seconds before her personal healer is standing in front of her. Jiang Yanli ducks back inside to see Xuanyu out of the bath, in a thin bathing robe that’s clinging to her as she wrings her hair out. “I’d like my healer to take a look at you, Meimei.”

Xuanyu freezes, slowly standing straight with a wary look on her face. “That’s really not necessary. The wounds were just superficial and they’re basically healed already.”

“It’ll be quick,” she says, because if she’s right then she can’t let Xuanyu go down to the banquet without letting her know. “She’s very discreet – she’s been my personal healer since I was a child.”

“Jiang Xingyi?” Xuanyu asks, some of her tension draining away.

Jiang Yanli nods, trying to think of some reason that Xuanyu would know her healer’s name, or her reputation, but all the servants are terrible gossips and her health is a frequent topic of derision. “Just your wrist, okay? Your golden core has changed a lot. I just want her to take a look.”

She feels bad about lying, but Xuanyu had lied to her first.

Xuanyu relaxes even further. “Okay, Yanli-jie. If it’ll make you feel better.”

“Thank you,” she smiles, then opens the door to usher Jiang Xingyi in.

The old woman doesn’t smile, but Xuanyu grins back undeterred, and says, “Hi, Granny,” before paling and adding, “uh, um. Sorry.”

Jiang Yanli feels a familiar pang of grief go through her. A-Xian had referred to Jiang Xingyi as Granny, the only disciple both bold and beloved enough to get away with it.

Jiang Xingyi ignores her, instead reaching for her wrist and pressing her fingers against it. Xuanyu fidgets, shifting from one foot to the other, but says nothing as the moments stack on top of one another.

Finally, Jiang Xingyi drops her wrist and steps back. Her stern visage breaks, a smile stretching her mouth across her face. “Congratulations, Madame Lan.”

She knew it!

“Thanks,” Xuanyu answers before wrinkling her nose. “Um. For what?”

“You are expecting,” she answers. “At least a couple months along, I believe, although I’d have to do a more thorough examination to be sure.”

Jiang Yanli moves to embrace her, but Xuanyu’s face drops and she turns dangerously pale. “What? No. That’s not possible. I can’t be.”

“Three times,” Jiang Yanli reminds her, trying to goad Xuanyu into laughter.

But instead she just shakes her head. “No, no I can’t, I – this can’t be happening,” she whispers to herself, grabbing her own arms in a white knuckled grip. “It’s not. It’s impossible. I can’t be.”

She’s young, and this wasn’t a marriage of her own choosing, and it’s so new. Of course she’s surprised and nervous. Jiang Yanli touches her elbow, intending to say something soothing, but Xuanyu collapses into her arms, gripping her waist and hiding her tears in her shoulder.

“Xuanyu!” she says, hugging her back just as fiercely, her heart breaking for the younger girl’s anguish. “Meimei, it’s okay, I know this is scary, but it’s going to be fine.”

“It’s not,” she says, voice thick with tears, “A-jie, this is awful, this is – it can’t happen! It can’t, Wangji is going to be so mad, he’s going to hate me, and everything is ruined and awful, I can’t be – I can’t! I’m going to die!”

Jiang Yanli’s whole body goes cold and she grips Xuanyu even tighter against her. “You’re going to be fine,” she says, pushing her conviction into every syllable.

No matter what Jiang Yanli has to do, Xuanyu is going to be fine.

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Craving sum Fluff and comfort from John price 🙏🏻🙏🏻‼️‼️ how gentle and Wholesome he is whenever he's not deployed 😭😭

SNAKE IN MY BOOTS — john price

oh captain my captain we all chant in unison!! cod requests make my brain go brrrrr

warnings: she’s tending to his wounds this is so wattpad. descriptions of injury. ps i think the twisted part of me can’t really write fluff. so checks notes and shoves papers at u take this

IT WAS EVIL, had it not made your heartbeat run wild under your chest. it knocked on your ribs like an outstretched palm to a tall oak door.

john price was staring at you, gaze intent and heavy as his eyes drew. a familiar smile hung tight on his lips.

“i’ve missed ya, princess.” he purred. but his words and his eyes weren’t following what his hands were doing. calloused palms ran gingerly down his sides, cargos stained and caked in crimson that had dried into something brown, unrecognizable amongst the red dirt.

your gaze was menacing.

he was hurt, yet finally standing here infront of you for the first time in four, long, treacherous months. every spark in your brain wanted to jump on him. hold him to your chest and never let him walk out of that door again, world be damned.

“don’t distract me, john price,” is what come out of your mouth as you jumped to the soles of your feet. your hands fell in some sort of synchronous motion, arm looped in john’s thick one as you drug him off to the bathroom.

you let the toilet seat lid down and gesture your head there once. sit.

he huffed. “it’s not bad, just a graze wound.”

your head cocked to the side, eyebrows drawn high and unyielding. “i’ll show you a real graze wound if you don’t sit your ass down.”

his eyes roll, but his knees have already buckled. he sits, and that tight smile is splitting his face. his little spitfire.

he raises his arms high, lets you peel that sweaty dri-fit shirt off of him. you toss it in the sink, already running through the stain treatments you’re gonna attempt to scrub the sin out of it with.

being a military spouse came hand in hand with blood and grime. if it wasn’t caked on his face, or he hadn’t tracked it in, his clothes were adorned with it.

you stare at his graze wound. he meant knife wound in his lower belly, untreated and oozing crimson. you want to kiss his face, thank him for coming home to you in one piece as his beard tickles your cheeks.

a deeper part of you, the one that’s got two rows of pearls gingery grinding against one another, wants to smack him upside the fat of his skull. you throw a quarter in the wrongful conviction jar and hit him anyways.

“why wouldn’t you stop by medic, honey? i need you safe, not bleeding out on your way home.”

his palms find the fat of your hips, soothing. “i know, princess. i just figure only my wife could patch me up like i needed.”

guilt swells in the soft underbelly of you. conniving son of a bitch. john price had always been a man of solemn words, but he seemed to save the best ones for you.

silence blankets the two of you after that. you clean his wound, let the vice of his white knuckles clutch you unforgivingly when you flush it with alcohol. wrap it up nicely, pat his abdomen and place a cool, open-mouthed kiss there on his gauze.

he stares down at you, some filthy idea gaining traction on the backside of his mind when he sees your mouth so close to him.

couldn’t help it, he’d say. pretty wife on her knees, so forgiving and so damn sweet to him that he thought his heart might rot of out of his chest.

later that night, after you’d made him shower while you threw something together on the stove to satiate your husband’s vast appetite, you feel thick forearms wrap around your torso. constricting, yet gentle. like a snake who’d been taught to take his war-riddled boots off at the door.

his mouth finds it’s heaven on the right side of your neck, and he plants a few wet kisses there. the burn of his beard tickles, makes your head jerk and a snort fall from your mouth.

“i missed you,” he says. “i miss you horribly when i’m away.”

you want to reply, to snake your own arms tight around him and vow to let 141 go without its captain. you don’t get the chance.

“i can’t breathe when i’m not without you.” his hands find the supple of your ass, squeezes there and grins when you yelp. he urges your legs to wrap around his waist, and he sets you up on the counter between him.

his eyes are blown, the deep brown like whiskey that ignited heat in your cheeks. he kisses the scarlet there.

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The Curveball Part 7 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Bob is experiencing things he never thought he would. Safe words and submission and love. He was happier than he had ever been, but that was before things with Molly took an unexpected nosedive. Without any warning, he felt everything he wanted start to slip away. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swears, pregnancy test, 18+

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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When the Tiny Eagles tee ball season ended with them going undefeated, Bob really liked how Molly ran down onto the field at the end of the game. She was smiling and laughing as he held her in his arms, and Bob blushed as she slid her hand up inside his jersey. 

"I'm so proud of you, Coach Cute Glasses," she whispered against his lips, and for the briefest moment, he was completely lost in her. The way she smelled, how good her body felt. Then he heard his sister and Piper screaming his name, and he pulled away from Molly a bit, but held onto her hand as he scooped Piper up with his free arm.

Rebecca kissed his cheek with tears in her eyes. "Thank you for agreeing to coach the team," she whispered. He knew it meant a lot to his family that he did this primarily for Piper, but Bob had loved every minute of the season and was already thinking about coaching again. 

He felt Molly pull her hand free, and he scrambled to reach for her. But she just simply said, "It's okay," with a soft smile, leaving Bob with his sister and niece for a few minutes. She went over with Bradley, Everett and her sister instead.

And that was just the thing about Molly. She did everything right. She was sweet and courteous, and she never made Bob feel rushed when he needed a moment to think. She was also absolutely filthy in the bedroom, which he never knew was exactly what he wanted. But the rest of the time when they were alone, she was endearing and funny and loving and sometimes a mess. She could barely cook anything, and she misplaced her stuff all the time. But Bob couldn't wait until she moved in with him.

"You ready to go?" he asked her, taking her hand once more. She led him up to the parking lot with a smirk on her face. "What's that look for, Mo?"

"Well, Bobby, you know how we talked about using a safe word?"

He swallowed hard and started sweating as he opened his truck door for her. "Yes."

She crawled across the seat, and he climbed in after her. "And you know how you told me that you really liked being the dominant one in bed?"

"Yes," he whispered, turning the key in the ignition. It was always surprising to him how blatantly she could talk about sex, but he was starting to love it. Love the way she got him all wound up, even in public.

As he pulled out of the parking lot, Molly's breathing was getting a little heavier as she moaned and whispered, "I want you to show me who's in charge."

Bob was hard as a rock already, and when he accelerated to five miles per hour over the speed limit, he thought Molly might orgasm right there. "Oh god, Bobby! You really love fucking me! You're speeding!"

She was actually moaning his name as he ran a yellow light. "I do, Mo. I love everything about you," he promised, screeching to a halt in his parking spot. She was out the passenger side door and sprinting up to his building before he had the key out of the ignition. And as soon as they were inside his condo, Molly unzipped his baseball pants and started stroking him. 

"You know the safe word?" she whispered, kissing his neck and licking his chin. 

"Sushi," he replied, head tipped back in pleasure. 

When she stroked her hand down to his balls, she said, "Go as hard as you want, Bobby." Then she was strolling away from him, pulling her dress over her head, leaving herself bare. He followed her into the bedroom that they would soon be sharing for real, yanking his jersey and undershirt off on the way. And then he was standing there, just looking at her while his cock hung out of the front of his baseball pants. She spun in a slow circle, gesturing to herself as she said, "Anything you want."

He took a few deep breaths, studying her tattoos and basking in the way Molly toyed with her nipple piercings, giving him time to respond. "Get on the bed, Honey. On your back."

She sighed at him with an open, loving expression, and she did as he asked. He knew now that her physical response to him stemmed from the love she felt, and he was no longer afraid of what he felt in return. So he toed off his shoes and removed his socks. He pulled down his pants and underwear and tossed them aside, all the while watching Molly writhing around on the bed.

"Bobby," she moaned, pressing her thighs together. He climbed into bed and kissed her knees before pushing her legs apart. 

"I love you," he promised, settling between her legs and kissing her lips and cheek. "And if you say sushi, I'll stop."

When she bit her lip and nodded, Bob guided her thighs open wider and pushed her knees back closer to her shoulders. She was wide open for him, anticipating what he was going to do as he said, "Hold the backs of your thighs."

She nodded and wrapped her hands around her legs just below her knees. Then he guided himself inside her, and she felt insanely tight in this position. He had to go slow as she squealed about how big he was and shook her head from side to side. But she was smiling, and Bob had the craziest desire to see tears in her eyes as he snapped his hips against her.

"Fuck!" she screamed, head tipped back in pleasure as her tits bounced. Bob dug his knees into the bed for more leverage and snapped his hips again. "Yes!"

The harder he went, the more incoherent she sounded. And when he put his hands over hers and pushed her legs back some more, she howled. He fucked her so hard and so fast, Bob felt like he was living in the dirtiest fantasy he'd ever had. He had a gorgeous woman beneath him, fully submissive to his desires, and she wanted him to keep going. 

"Do you like that, Mo?" he asked, panting as his pleasure built.

"Yes," she said, the word ending in another keening howl. Bob realized it was Saturday afternoon and his bedroom window was cracked open. He knew his neighbors were probably home and that they could undoubtedly hear what was going on. 

"What's my name?" he managed in a ragged voice as his balls slapped against Molly's ass with each thrust.

"Bobby!"

"Who am I?"

"Lieutenant Floyd!"

His body snapped against hers until she was shaking her head harder, and those first tears in her eyes were beautiful. Bob watched one drip down along her temple and into her hair as she howled for him one last time as he came inside her. 

He couldn't tell if she orgasmed, but it didn't matter. This was for his own pleasure. Sweat dripped down his face, and his glasses were crooked as his movements slowed. He eased himself off of her carefully, but kept himself inside her as he reached up to wipe away her tears. 

"I love you," she gasped, pulling him down for a soft kiss and whining into his mouth. Bob's hand found her piercing and stroked her softly as her chest heaved. 

"You didn't say sushi, so I'm assuming you liked that?"

"I loved it," she whispered, knocking his glasses back into place when she kissed him again. 

"You were so loud," he informed her. "You were howling, Honey."

"Was I?" she asked softly, running her fingers through his hair. 

He nodded, helping her ease her legs back down to the bed. "You were. If you were an aviator, I'd make your call sign Howler."

Molly gasped and giggled as he finally withdrew from her perfect pussy. Bob watched with hungry eyes as his cum oozed out of her, and he caught it with his fingertips and fed it to her. 

"Howler is such a cute call sign," she murmured, licking his hand clean. "I want it."

"It's all yours," he whispered. "Everyone can know I gave it to you."

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Molly started moving some of her things into Bob's place, little by little. She adjusted his Coach of the Year trophy on his bookshelf so she had room for some of the breakable ornaments Everett had made for her. "That looks nice," Bob remarked, walking through the living room with some boxes of her shoes and clothes. 

"You mind if I move your photos up to this shelf? So I can fit my photo collage down here?" she asked. 

He just smiled and said, "Rearrange whatever you want."

Molly smiled and ducked her head, secretly very pleased that he was being so accommodating. She'd never lived with anyone other than her sister briefly and then roommates during college, and right now she was feeling very giddy. She even overheard Bob on the phone with his mom earlier, telling her that Molly was moving in and how happy he was.

The only problem was work. She loved what she did, and she was in the process of switching to daytime shifts in an effort to be able to spend more time with Bob. But it was exhausting getting used to a new schedule and new doctors. And there was one that rode Molly like she didn't know what she was doing. For some reason, he just didn't like her. 

She yawned, ready to call it a day and just go to bed. Tomorrow was Everett's birthday at the Padres game, and Molly had offered to take him to the zoo beforehand. It wasn't that she didn't want to spend the day with her nephew, but she really needed some sleep. She was contemplating asking Bob to fuck her silly so she could pass out for the night, but she hadn't even eaten dinner yet. 

"Hey, Uncle Bob?" she called out. "What's for dinner?"

"Something special," he replied from the bedroom. 

Molly smiled. "Is it a surprise or something?"

"Kind of."

Then there was a knock on the door, and Molly went to open it. 

"Hi," Phoenix said, dashing inside as soon as the door was open. She was carrying a cooler, which was just really strange.

"Nat! I didn't know you were stopping by," Molly said, looking down at herself. She was once again in Bob's oversized shirt and his old gym shorts. Aside from the night at the Hard Deck, this woman had never seen her in real clothing. 

"I'm not. Not really. I'm just dropping this stuff off for Bob," she said, taking the cooler into the kitchen and setting it on the counter. "Just doing him a favor."

"What is it?" Molly asked, trying to peek inside, but Nat swatted her hand away. 

She looked Molly in the eye for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Bob's in love with you, okay? He's going to do anything you ask him to do, because that's the kind of guy he is. So please don't take advantage of my friend in any way."

"Oh," Molly gasped, but then Nat was pulling her into a tight, albeit brief, hug. "I won't."

Nat nodded and then headed for the front door, shouting, "Bob! The stuff's in the kitchen!" on her way out. 

"How very strange," Molly muttered as the door closed and Bob came out to the living room. 

"You ready for dinner?" he asked, pulling her along by her hand. 

"Is that what's in the cooler? She wouldn't even let me look! Bobby, I hate surprises. Just tell me what's in the cooler," she whined. 

He rolled his eyes before he kissed her. "We're making sushi."

She blinked at him in silence. "We're making sushi? Have you forgotten that I don't know how to cook?"

"It doesn't need to be cooked," he replied, opening the cooler with all of the fresh supplies. "I watched like a hundred YouTube videos and practiced at Nat's place the other night when you were at work. And she offered to bring everything over fresh so you'd be surprised."

Molly peeked inside the cooler and gasped. There were containers of fish, sticky rice and seaweed, along with some imported Japanese beers and plum wine. 

"Bob! It's not even my birthday! It's just a Wednesday!"

"I know," he agreed, "but I'm just really excited you're moving in. I wanted to celebrate."

Molly kissed him senseless for about five minutes before her stomach started growling. And then they pulled up one of the videos on his phone and made the ugliest looking sushi either of them had ever seen while they sipped the beers. Despite how the rolls looked, they were actually tasty. Molly plated the ugly sushi in the most appealing way she could and carried the dishes to the coffee table. Bob followed with two glasses of wine and turned on a serial killer documentary for her.

She picked up her chopsticks before setting them back down again and wrapping her arms around Bob's neck. "I love you a lot, Lieutenant Bob."

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Bob really knew better than to let Molly drive, but sometimes it couldn't be helped. She made some plans with her sister to take Everett to the zoo before the baseball game, and he had agreed to let Molly pick him up afterwards. Now he was holding onto the door handle while she weaved in and out of the lanes. But the truly astounding part was that Everett was in the back seat, completely calm, asking Bob to turn the radio up. He must just be used to this.

When Molly pulled into the parking lot, she groaned, "I thought we'd never get here."

"We got here in like ten minutes when it should have taken thirty," Bob muttered as she paid the parking attendant. 

"Don't be salty that I'm a better driver than you," she said as she finally parked and turned off the car. Bob looked at her like she must be kidding, but she looked very serious. 

"RIght," he said, climbing out of the car and unbuckling Everett. Bob ended up giving him a piggyback ride until they met up with Bradley who had a car full of birthday presents. Bob would have said Bradley was just buttering up his girlfriend by doting on her son, but he knew better. Bradley was kneeling and pulling a custom made baseball jersey over Everett's head. The back said Grand Slam which was the honorary call sign all the aviators had given him. And then Bradley scooped him up in his arms. 

After they found their seats inside Petco Park, Molly offered to share her ice cream sundae with chocolate sauce, marshmallow fluff, melted caramel and sprinkles with him. "Absolutely not, Mo," Bob replied, kissing her forehead. "But thank you."

"You have terrible taste in food," she said around a huge spoonful. And then she moaned, and Bob had to adjust himself in his seat. 

When Everett leaned over him and asked, "Aunt Molly, have you ever visited the airplanes and got your own call sign?" Bob's eyes went wide. 

Molly met his concerned gaze with a little smirk. Then she messed up Everett's hair and said, "Not yet! But I'm going to try to visit Bob at work next week."

"You can get a call sign if you do!" Everett told her, clearly still excited about his. 

Molly leaned closer to Bob and licked his earlobe before saying rather loudly, "Bob already gave me one."

"What is it?" Everett asked. 

Bob was shaking his head, trying to keep her from answering when she blurted out, "He calls me Howler."

He covered her mouth with his hand, but it was too late. "Mo!" he whispered, turning beet red. 

Bradley choked on a bite of his food on the other side of Everett. Her sister scolded her, but Bob knew it was useless. He just sat in his own mortification while Molly cackled and kissed his cheek.

"Sorry, Bobby," she whispered, kissing his ear. "Maybe you shouldn't be so good in bed if you don't want me to talk about it." His blood felt too hot as she casually held his hand and let her head rest on his shoulder. And suddenly it occurred to him that maybe he should just own up to the fact that he was doing a good job of keeping a woman as spectacular as Molly satisfied. 

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Absolutely nobody had ever satisfied Molly the way Bob could. When she was pinned beneath him in bed that night, he whispered, "Come on Howler. Show me what you got." And then he proceeded to fuck her for no less than forty minutes without stopping. And then he came all over her face. And then he drew a bath for her. And then he made her a late night snack.

Although Bradley was going to help move her furniture in a few days, she was really already living with Bob in her mind. She never wanted to leave. She was giving up her lease. The only problem was the way he dodged her questions about paying him rent. 

"Bobby," she whispered in bed on Friday night. They had just had the most wonderful evening out at that pizza place everyone loved so much. Nat joined them, and Bob and Bradley drew all over the paper tablecloth with Everett. When the bill came, Bob paid for everyone like it was nothing. And that wasn't fair. Because Molly wouldn't become that person who took advantage of someone like that. 

"Yeah, Honey?" he murmured, stroking her cheek with his rough fingertips. 

"How much is your mortgage? So I can pay half of it starting next month?"

His hand stilled, and this time when it took him a little while to answer, Molly started squirming uncomfortably. It was one thing accepting charity from her own sister in the form of money for nursing school, but this was different. She needed to figure this out for her own peace of mind.

"Bob?" she whispered, planting her palm gently on his chest and sitting up a bit. 

"Hey," he replied softly. "I don't want you to think I asked you to move in with me and expect you to pay for anything. I've got all my expenses under control, Mo. It's not going to change much by having you here all the time. We can split groceries and maybe the utilities. But I've got all my expenses in a spreadsheet, including my bills and my retirement plans and everything else. It's all worked out."

"Bob," she whined, rolling over in the bed and covering her face with her hands. "Why do you even like me? I don't make spreadsheets, and I don't know how to save for retirement, and sometimes I forget to pay my rent on time."

He pulled her hands away and kissed her. "I love you, because you're perfect for me. Because I know how to do all that stuff too well, and I'd be really boring without you."

She gasped and pulled him in for a hug. "You could never be boring. And if you don't agree to let me contribute at least five hundred bucks a month on top of groceries and utilities, I'm not moving in."

As soon as he balked at the idea, Molly knew she was going to have to blow him. And since he had never been edged before, she was able to get him to agree fairly easily. As she licked his cock clean, she kissed his thigh and said, "I'll pay you the first of the month. And I won't forget."

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At first, everything was perfect. Well, other than the fact that Bob now had four couches in the condo. But it didn't matter, because Molly said she wanted them. But it seemed like as soon as she moved in, she started getting a little distant. Work was wearing her out, he could tell. She didn't get along well with one of the doctors she was regularly scheduled with now, and he wasn't sure how to help her with that.

"He's just a douche," Molly told him, over and over. "Nothing I can do about it." 

But Bob noticed the way she was spending more time reading alone before bed instead of bugging him to watch the shows about murderers. She was quieter, citing exhaustion and headaches as her reason for going to bed early. And if she hadn't looked so worn out, he might have questioned things sooner. 

Bob asked her sister if Molly was mad at him. He asked Bradley if this was a sign he was about to get dumped. He even asked Nat for help, but everyone kept assuring him that Molly loved him, and that she wasn't going anywhere. 

But he knew he wasn't wrong. He knew she was acting strange. The worst part was, Bob had been thinking about buying an engagement ring. Not that he would pull a Bradley and propose the next day, but he thought he should have one. For when the time was right. Because he definitely wanted to marry Molly, and he wanted to propose in a spontaneous fashion. He thought she would like that. 

But now he was thinking he'd never get that far. There were some bright spots here and there. They had sex in the bathroom at the Hard Deck which Bob was sure to remember until his dying day. He could get hard just thinking about the way her moans echoed in the stall, not bothering to hide what they were doing whenever someone else walked in. And she tried to make him dinner one night, even though she looked exhausted. The smoke detector went off, and Bob ordered a pizza instead, but he could feel in that moment how much she loved him.

There were some spots that weren't so bright though. One evening, Molly fell asleep on him while they were watching a documentary mini series. When he woke her up before bed, she started crying. "Mo? What's wrong, Honey?" But she just shook her head and kept saying nothing was wrong. And then she stormed into the bedroom without another word. 

Bob was at a complete loss.

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Molly was at her wit's end. The doctor who was constantly riding her ass for no reason was up for a promotion. As much as she didn't want him to be rewarded for anything in life, she hoped he got it so he would be out of her hair. At least as a coordinator, he would be sitting at a desk making pointless decisions instead of terrorizing the nursing staff. 

"Uh, Nurse Molly? Did you forget to log out of the computer?" he asked her yesterday. As if her first name was Nurse and her last name was Molly. Who addressed people that way? It's not like she went home and called her boyfriend 'Aviator Bob'. It was so dumb, she nearly snapped on principle alone. 

But she in fact had not forgotten to log out of the computer! She had merely walked across the room! She was allowed to do that! But she bit her lip instead of calling him an obnoxious prick like she wanted to. 

More distressing than anything else was the fact that she was so tired after work, she could barely keep her eyes open. Had night shift been that much easier? Or was her new birth control pill really messing with her? Now she wished she hadn't switched brands. 

She needed to plan a bachelorette night. She needed to go wedding dress shopping with her sister. She needed to babysit Ev, because she missed him. But she was so cranky and miserable every night, she couldn't even stand herself. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Bob wanted to know what was wrong with her. Hell if she knew! 

When she offered to watch Ev one night to try to cheer herself up, she cried hysterically while the two of them watched The Lion King. Like she had never cried so hard in her entire life. "Are you okay, Aunt Molly?" Everett asked as she wiped her eyes on her shirt. She nodded, but she wasn't so sure. And then after he went to bed, she dug around in the back of the freezer and ate an entire gallon of the expensive ice cream her sister always tried to hide. And then she realized that her sister must know by now that Molly was the one who always ate it. But she kept on buying it. And that thought made her cry hysterically again. 

She was an emotional, exhausted wreck. Thankfully she had Monday off work, and she could spend the whole day resting and sleeping while Bob was on base. He kept looking at her with a sad puppy expression, just wanting to try to make her feel better, but Molly couldn't even figure it out herself. When she woke up on Monday feeling like she had the flu, she started to panic. And after she barely made it to the toilet before she threw up everything in her stomach, she curled up on the bathroom floor and cried for an hour.

She had to force herself to stand up, get her keys and drive to the pharmacy a few blocks away. She had to force herself to look the cashier in the eye as she bought five pregnancy tests. And when she got back home and peed on the tests, she had to force herself to walk around the living room for three minutes while her brain buzzed. Subconsciously, she knew she should have taken a test about a week ago. But she blamed her weird cycle on the new birth control pills. At the time, it had seemed better than blaming herself.

Even before she walked back into the bathroom, she just knew what the result was going to be. There was really no other explanation. She checked the tests and burst into tears. This was all her fault. She was going to lose the person she loved over this. There was no coming back. She sank back down to the bathroom floor, thinking about Bob as she curled up into a tight ball and sobbed until she gave herself a migraine and fell asleep. 

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Oh, Molly. Sweetheart. You didn't do it on purpose. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing!

PART 8

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Bikinis and Tattoos - J. Seresin

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Shy!Wife word count: 800 warnings: smutttyyy and slutttyyy. Mentions of sex, Jake can't keep his hands to himself. Suggestive language. A/N: A lil celebratory blurb for hitting 2k with the characters who got me here:) || Masterlist || Opposites Attract Masterlist || library page ||

It wasn’t very often that Jake and Y/N had a moment by themselves, let alone a whole week kid free. But it was their 10th wedding anniversary and her parents had bought them two non-refundable tickets to the Amalfi Coast. Y/N almost declined and pushed her parents to go, or even Rooster and Dragon, but Jake told her there was no way in hell they were going to miss out on a free trip. So now they were laying out in the sun, catching some much needed R&R. 

Jake leaned against the side of the pool, feeling the sun on his shoulders. The villa they had booked had a private pool, and Jake was loving every minute of it. Their first night here resulted in a midnight dip in the pool, followed by passionate sex against the side of it. 

“Here,” Y/N said, setting a new drink down in front of him, “Looked like you needed a refill.” 

Jake looked up at his wife and smiled, “Thank you, sweets.” 

She nodded and walked over to one of the sun loungers, spreading out her towel. Jake couldn’t help but look over her body, the red bikini she wore left little to the imagination. Her body had changed over the years from having three kids, but she was still breathtaking. Her skin was perfectly sunkissed, and the suntan oil on her skin made her glisten just a bit. Jake had memorized every single curve, line, blemish on her body from the years they have spent together. He knew where to kiss, where to suck, where to touch her to make her go crazy. He liked his lips as he leaned up a bit more, as she bent in front of him, her ass on display. He reached up to smack her ass cheek but faltered, seeing the faintest black cursive ink on her skin. 

Jake squinted his eyes, trying to make out with the words on her skin said, and smirked when he realized what it said. 

“Sweets,” Jake said, as she sat down on the towel covered sun lounger, “When did you get a tattoo?” 

“Oh!” She blushed and lifted her right hip slightly, “It was uh. . . dare.” 

“A dare?” Jake’s bright teeth were on display as he smirked.

“At girls night, a couple months ago. Phoenix, Val, Dragon and Halo dared me to get a tattoo so I got-” 

“My callsign on your ass?” 

“Yeah,” Her ears were burning as she tried to look anywhere but at Jake’s electric green eyes. 

Jake bit his lip as he placed his palms flat on the concrete before pushing himself out of the pool. Y/N looked over the top of her sunglasses as he walked over to her, swinging his hips just slightly. She bit her lip as he leaned down, resting his hands on the armrests of the sun lounger. He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers, running a hand down her side to her right hip. She gasped as he roughly flipped her over onto her front. 

“Why would you look at that,” Jake smirked, and ran a delicate finger over the tiny cursive writing on her ass cheek, “Hangman.” 

“Do you like it?” She looked over her shoulder and Jake looked up at her, his green eyes blown wide with lust. He shamelessly adjusted himself in his swim trunks, keeping eye contact with her as he bent down and placed a kiss on the tattoo. She moaned at the feeling of his warm lips on her skin, her back arching slightly. 

“I love it sweetheart,” Jake said, “Cause it means that you’re mine. All mine.” 

“All yours. . . daddy,” She bit her lip and Jake let out a groan. She couldn’t even process what was happening as Jake quickly picked up her body and slung her over his shoulder. Y/N let out a squeal, followed by a series of giggles as she reached down and smacked Jake’s ass. 

“Hey!” Jake exclaimed, and delivered a smack back to her’s. 

“Oi!” Y/N giggled as Jake tossed her down on the California king bed. Her body bounced slightly off the mattress, making her tits move. Jake wasn’t sure when she bought this swimsuit, or where she had been hiding it, but it had quickly become one of his favorites. 

“God look at you,” He said, feeling himself strain against his boxers. She bit her lip and ran her hands down her body, squeezing her tits slightly and running her hands lower. Jake had loved how confident she had grown over the years. It turned him on like none other. 

“Touch me, please. . . Hangman.” 

“Don’t gotta tell me twice,” Jake groaned and leaned down to place a bruising kiss on her lips. 

And nine months later. . . Jasper and Maxwell Seresin were born.

[happy-beeeps]

for the prompt list you just reblogged, what about "i didn't sign up for this" with either obi-wan kenobi or the bad batcher of your choice?

I’m on the run (with you my sweet love)

Pairing: obi-wan x reader

WC: 1.2k

Summary: after hearing that obi-wan is living in exile, you do your best to find him, determined to live out your lives together as you’d dreamed.

Suggested listening: Chemtrails over the country club by Lana Del Rey

A/N: IM SO BAD AT ANSWERING OH MY GOD. Thank you for the request I’m so excited!!! tbh, I struggled with this so hard because I physically cannot give Obi-Wan an angsty situation but we made it work hehehe. Obi-Wan is both my fav Star Wars man (which surprises people sometimes) and one of the characters I write the least, so this was SO fun! Sorry it’s so short, but I plan on writing much more for him soon!❤️🫶🥰

The house was small, really just a small kitchenette and living space with a bed nook off to the side. Like all houses in the dune sea, it was low in the ground, slatted windows up high on the walls to offer light with as little heat as possible. You wouldn’t call it nice by any means, not compared to what you’ve lived in before, but it had a certain coziness that had excited you. You had flushed out your credits just as soon as Bail had told you of Obi-Wan’s exile, and gotten yourself on the first ship to Mos Eisley that you could. The house had been easy enough to find, there were plenty of people in Mos Eisley eager to sell property to someone, particularly when that someone came with a sack of credits.

The hard part was finding Obi-Wan.

You spent the morning in the center of Mos Eisley, gathering supplies and what small furnishings you could transport for your new home, listening intently for anything. Any word of a newcomer, any whispers of the fall of the Jedi. Unfortunately (or fortunately) no one said anything.

Beru and Owen were the obvious next choice, and they came with much greater information than you had anticipated. You hadn’t met Anakin’s brother and sister-in-law before, but you had seen holos of them during your nights in with Padmé. Owen had been… reluctant to talk to you, but Beru had quickly pointed you in the direction of the cave Obi-Wan had been hiding out in the past few rotations, not terribly far from your home or the Larrs homestead.

Which is how you found yourself here, at the mouth of a cave, a fabric shawl draped carefully over your shoulders to protect as much of you as possible from the blazing Tatooine suns.

It was easy to walk into, and the dark walls and open space gave the whole space a chill in the air that hung itself uncomfortably around your shoulders. He wasn’t here, but there were signs of him present. A rucksack with some rations and credits, his robes and tunic–carefully folded in a pile resting on a large stone, and a small lamp. You ran your hands down the soft fabric of the robe, before picking it up and bringing it close to you. It smelled just like him, and for the first moment in what felt like a millenia, you let yourself ache in your chest. You had missed him something awful, worried something awful. When Padmé had explained what had happened, what he would have to do, you had feared the worst.

When none of them came back, you had all but accepted it.

“Don’t move.”

The voice that came from the cave mouth was cold and cautious, strong and intimidating. It was also home.

“Ben,” you whispered, using the nickname you had given him some night who knows how many moons ago, hoping to show him you were you. You were here.

You removed the shawl slowly as he stepped out of the mouth of the cave, his form no longer silhouetted against the blinding sun. His hair was looking slightly ragged, the tunic he wore now hung awkwardly on his frame–it must’ve been a loan from Owen you decided.

“Is it really you?” he asked, walking up to you cautiously, moving slowly as if you were made of mist that would simply vanish if he got too close. The sun had already begun to bring out even more freckles across his skin, growing ruddy with exposure.

“I’m here to take you home with me,” you murmured, closing the gap between the two of you and pulling him close to you, one hand cradling the back of his head while he pressed soft kisses into the crook of your neck.

“You can’t, I have to stay here. I can’t return to Coruscant with you.”

You pulled back for a moment, brushing the hair away from his face, “who said anything about Coruscant?” Before he could answer, you pressed your lips to his, capturing him in a kiss meant to soothe yourself and reassure him. He was alive. You were here. The rest you could figure out together.

* * *

You hadn’t said much on the walk back to your home, hadn’t been able to. Obi-Wan refused to let go of you, his hand lingering on a spot on your body at any moment. It was as if he was finally allowing himself these open, semi-public touches at last, though you knew the price of this freedom had been costly.

When you approached your home, you led him down to the living quarters and quickly worked at getting a small iced tea ready while he settled in. Well, attempted to settle.

“You bought this? Here?”

“You think I’d rent? In this economy?” You scoffed, and he gave you a lighthearted smile in return as you guided him towards the small sofa in the middle of the room. “I’ve only been here a few rotations, been looking for you,” you moved to settle beside him, knees clinking into one another with a familiarity you had been longing for. “You’re a hard man to find Master Kenobi.”

“I didn’t realize you’d be looking,” he reached over to place a hand on your cheek, steadying himself against you for a moment. It had taken you the better part of the afternoon to get from the cave to your home, and your living room was now painted in the orange and magenta hues of the setting suns, low light making him look even softer than you had imagined. “To be quite honest, I feared you’d assumed the worst.”

“Then you don’t know me at all.”

He pulled your head closer to him, bringing his forehead to yours in a sweet, intimate gesture. “I cannot put you in danger, I will not. You’re a senator, you cannot give up your life for me. You didn’t sign up for this.”

“I’m more than just a senator you know,” you breathed, your eyes fluttering open to look into his while his breath hitched in his throat, “as per that night on Chandrila, I’m your wife. You think I don’t want to be here? That I didn’t sign up for this? I said "till death”, Kenobi, and I meant it.”

“I couldn’t contact you, I’ve had to close myself off to the Force since arriving. I’ve lost so much. I cannot lose you dearest.”

You moved closer to him to bridge the gap between your mouths again, breathing a simple, “you’ll never have to,” as you did. This time you kissed him with the fervor and passion of a woman coming home, and he drank you in like a man lost in a desert. Which, you suppose he was. Here was your Obi-Wan, your Ben, wrapped in your arms and in your home for as long as you’d like. You were free to press yourself against his freckled chest and trace the starlight colored scars across his skin. You could live in the serendipitous bliss of him, his smell of caf and leather and something woody, the kind way he carried himself.

It had cost you both everything, had cost the Republic, but at last you were free to be Obi-Wan Kenobi’s wife in more than just secrecy, your sanctuary guarded by the twin suns of Tatooine.

[greazyfloz]

Okay hear me out…. Can I request a jack hughes smut where the reader calls jack, jacky in bed for the first time and he goes all soft and sweet because of it? 🥺 and he absolutely loves it? Thank you queen 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Smut

What Drives Me Crazy

w/ Jack Hughes

Jack and I are currently in the Bahamas on a vacation with his brothers and a couple of their friends. His team was eliminated from the playoffs last week and we talked about going away after the season for months. 

We were all dressed up as we were eating dinner at a fancier restaurant on the island. Jack were all having a fun time catching up and laughing about events that happened during the day. I was focusing on Jack’s cute sunburnt nose admiring him when Luke brought my attention back to the group.

“Oh my god, then Y/n yelled ‘shark’ and everyone ran for their life out of the water!” Luke laughed teasing me, gaining my attention by mention of my name.

“Okay, no. I thought there was a shark!” I say starting to turn red for the embarrassing event today. 

“There was literally nothing there! Not even a rock” Luke says laughing.

“Okay ha ha, I’m blind” 

“Weren’t you like the only one who ran to shore though Luke?” Jack jokingly says defending me and everyone laughs. 

The conversation continues on and Jack rests his hand on my thigh rubbing down to my knee resting it there. I sit for a while before standing and excusing myself to go to the bathroom. I go to the bathroom at the restaurant to use the toilet. Then wash my hands before heading back out. As I left the bathroom I felt someone’s arms wrap around my waist lifting me spinning me around. 

“Who told you it was okay to be so beautiful” I hear Jack say as he sets me back down on the ground.

“What are you doing here?” I say giggle turning around to face him

“Let’s go back to the room” he says taking my hand in his and guiding me back to the room. We enter the room and Jack throws me over his shoulder throwing me on the bed. He then crawled on to the bed so he was on top of me before I pushed him off. 

“Dinner make you horny?” I say laughing getting off the bed and making my way over to the room’s mirror to take my earrings off. Jack gets up and follows me standing behind me placing his hands on my hips before pressing hips lips onto my neck.

“No, watching your ass in that dress walking away did” he said with his lips still placed on my neck. He begins kissing and sucking up and down my neck.

“You perv” 

“You’re perv” he says making me laugh.

“That didn’t give like you wanted it to” I say and Jack twists my hips so I am now facing him. He presses his lips to mine and I give in. We begin making out waltzing our way back to the bed. He sits on the edge and I put my legs on both sides of him cradling his hips as we make out. Jack’s hands travel up pushing both the straps off my dress, and the top half of my dress falls to my hips. Jack breaks the kiss to take his shirt off throwing it across the room. I stand up shimmying out of the rest of my dress and Jack stand ups to undo his shorts. 

I kneel down infront of him pulling his briefs with me as I do down. His dick stands up as it is released from the briefs and I begin to pump he pushes a hand through his hair looking down at me as I kiss his tip making sure to keep looking into his eyes. I put him in my mouth and start sucking back and forth on his dick before slowing down so I can go further and further until I have all of him in my mouth touching my throat. 

I release him as I start to choke, then stand up to face Jack. He presses his lips against me before pulling away to say, “You’re so fucking sexy” then reattaching his lips to mine. He turns me around and pushes me back on the bed and spreading my legs. Jack gets on his knees beside the bed and pulls me closer. He begins sucking on my clit and I moan out softly. He enter two fingers inside of me pumping them in and out as he flicks his tongue against my clit. 

“Jack!” I moan out softly.

He takes his fingers out and moves his mouth to my pussy aggressive flicking his tongue inside me, eating me out. I moan out loudly again as his hand starts rubbing circles around my clit as he continues to work his tongue against and inside of me.

“Oh, Jacky” I moan out and he pulls away and leans up smiling at me as he comes in for a sweet kiss. He pulls away, smiling while looking at me for a second before leaning back in to reattach his lips to mine making out with me. 

“I need you Jacky” I say breaking away from the makeout session and he pecks my lips once more before positioning himself at my entrance. He wastes no time pushing himself inside of me slowly, speeding up only a little as he begins to thrust. Jack continued thrusting in and out and I moan out softly after each thrust. 

“C-cum inside me J-jacky” I moan out and Jack bucks his hips pushing himself deep inside of me. I feel him twitch as he fills me up. Before pulling himself out of me he leans down kissing me. 

He gets off the bed and says “wait here” before running to the bathroom getting the tub ready. He comes back and lifts me up bridal style as he gets in the tub resting me on top of him so I am laying against his chest sitting between his legs.

“Babe” he says and I look up at him. “I love when you call me Jacky” he continues making me giggle.

[sanjisblackasswife]

How OP Men Ask to Be Your Valentines (SFW/Fuff)

Some are short and some are long. Also they all read poems.

Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Usopp, Ace

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Luffy

Wellll….he didn’t even know that day existed.

He seen Sanji decorate the deck the day before with heart shaped tapestries and making love theme foods and he explained.

When sanji realized that Luffy didn’t know he then asked if he asked you to be his Valentines and he obviously said no after a following “what is that.”🧍🏽

Needless to say after some yelling Luffy went to go find you

It wasn’t the most traditional way, but Lord help him he tried.

He stole some cupcakes and cookies and even a balloon Sanji had put up in the kitchen and rushed over to you.

Unfortunately none of the sweets survived except half a cookie, but you still had a balloon though!

“Y/N! Tomorrow be my Valentines! Okay?”

Before you could say yes or no he shoves the cookie in your mouth and hands you the balloon. He’s so proud of his declaration you couldn’t be upset.

“Oh wait! Sanji said i need to tell you a poem!”

“Violets are red, Roses are blue, please be my Valentines or else…”

“….or else what.”

He just chuckles at you while squishing your cheeks.

You don’t know if he was actually threatening you or didn’t remember the poem.

Honestly you haven’t been more warmed in your tummy to see the slight blush in his face when you nod in agreement and kiss his chubby cheeks

9/10 would love to see again.

Zoro

Only knows about it because of how much you talk about the special love day.

Yet

Still manages to nearly forget to ask you.

All day you been hinting on him asking

“Sanji asked all the girls to be his valentines…”

“Pathetic.”

“…You don’t think it’s cute he asked them?…y’know…seems pretty cute.”

“He made a fool of himself.”

It irked you he didn’t even have a light bulb moment and just ask right then and there and ask. You would have appreciated it, but no.

Forgot.

It wasn’t until Robin and Sanji asked what did Zoro gift you to ask to be your Valentines and nearly smacked himself on the head for it.

“THAT’S WHY SHE WAS ASKING ME THOSE QUESTIONS?! WHY DIDN’T SHE TELL ME!?”

“CUZ IT’S YOUR JOB DUMBASS!”

Luckily Robin was going out to a floral shop and Zoro tagged along. She assisted him on what flowers to give you and even a card with a pretty gold necklace (he now is in debt from nami again)

You were in your room pouting up until you seen Zoro awkwardly walk towards you with something behind his back and plop the flowers and gifts on your side.

He then plops HIMSELF on your lap and buries himself in your tummy while wrapping his arms around you

“Read the card.”

And you do so

“Blood is red. My shirt is blue. Be my Valentines, but either way I’ll screw you.”

….

….

“I’mma beat yo ass, Zo.”

“WHAT! That is IS A WONDERFUL POE—OW!”

Usopp

Poor boy is a nervous wreck asking you (his crush) to be his Valentines.

All week he has been drawing you. You both took a picture together a few weeks prior and since then he has been struggling to draw you the perfect Valentines Day Card

Of course he draws you beautifully but that doesn’t stop him from being a little scardey cat about it

“Hey! Y/N! Uh…can i give you something!?”

You smile and nod. “Of course. You made a another contraption?”

He smiles timidly and shakes his head no before he got lost in thought.

You see a rose inside a pretty pink card and it says on the front “Please open!”

You do and its a small drawing of you, Usopp, and the Going Merry and it says:

“Just as I am brave and smart, you’re even more with your sweet, kind heart. It would be my honor to be your Valentines, and if that goes well will you eventually be mine(s)?”

It was written so funny so you chuckle a little, but you then gasp to see the art he done for you. It was so detailed and gorgeous in contrast to the tiny doodle he did inside the card

“Us….WAIT USOPP!”

Poor boy ran before you could answer

Luckily you caught him and let him know of course you can be his Valentines

And a little more too…because you felt the same way about him.

Sanji

Genuinely surprised why his birthday isn’t on Valentines Day but we move

Obviously Mr. Prince wouldn’t dare NOT to ask you for your hand in being his Valentines, especially since you’re his girlfriend.

He plans out the entire 2 weeks of spoiling you (more than usual).

He acts like youre ganna say no somehow when everybody knows youre not

Zoro absolutely cannot stand him all two week

Everything is heart shaped

The food

The snacks

The desserts

Everything all for you and everybody has to endure it

You swear his eyes are a Crimson pink now this entire month.

And by February 13th he takes you on the deck after dinner and hands you MORE gifts

“Ji! You can’t keep giving me—“

“Just read it.”

The night was perfect, he was wearing a beautiful blue and black suit lighting up his cigarette with one hand as his other was still filled with another gift. He even got you the dress you’re wearing. You felt spoiled rotten. And you were. And Sanji knew that but he didn’t care.

He’d give you the world if you asked it

You open the pretty card and rose petals fall out and it says:

“My love for you cannot be compared. My love for you cannot be tested. My love for you cannot be measured. Even until the end of time my love for you shall never perish. You bring me light, you bring me joy, you are what I think about when I need remembrance of what I am fighting for. You are the calm in my chaos. You are my escape. My love. My Mademoiselle. I love you. -Your Prince, Sanji”

By the time you look up he is putting his hand out to you with warm cheeks and a smile,

“Be-“

“Yes! Sorry…i just..YES I wanna be your Valentines!”

You were overjoyed kissing your now bloodied nose man on the cheek and he hands you one last gift.

It’s a fake flower.

“I’ll stop loving you when that flower dies.”

Fuck he was corny but so romantic with it.

[crazyunsexycool]

Bucky - Lottie baby you cannot kiss Tommy, in fact you cannot kiss boys, they have cooties, it's disgusting

Lottie - Eww daddy

*Lottie sees Bucky and Sugar kissing each other next morning*

Lottie yells - Eww Mommy! You cannot kiss boys! Boys have cooties, Daddy is a boy! Daddy you gonna get mommy yucky! Move away and pushes Bucky away from sugar

😂😭

If she can’t get kisses no one can! Also Lottie is so dramatic that she’s going to take this to the extreme.

Warning: super barely there implied smut...

Boys have cooties

“Doll,” Bucky says as he has yet another conversation about Lottie and her friend that is a boy, not to be confused with boyfriend, Tommy. He’d never allow her to have a boyfriend ever. “You can’t give Tommy kisses.”

“But why?”

“Because 1. You’re not supposed to have a boyfriend and 2. You’re too little.”

“Am not. And mama gabe you kisses.”

“Yeah but…” Bucky had no argument so he did the only thing he could, he went with a childish answer. “Boys have cooties. And they’re yucky. Not cute at all, they can ruin your dresses.”

“No!”

“Yes and your bows. Cooties get everywhere if you kiss boys. You would get green spots on your face and everything."

“I won’t kiss a boy evuh again.” Lottie says before starting to run away.

“Good… wait again? What do you mean again?” Bucky asked but Lottie had already gotten to her room.

~~~~~~~~~

Bucky had forgotten about his conversation with Lottie the night before. He was busy giving his wife kisses and a little bit more. This morning he was feeling extra loving and handsy. Although the kids were used to seeing their parents give each other quick kisses this morning would bring a little bit of chaos.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Lottie shrieked as she ran into the kitchen. She immedietly started pushing her way in between you and Bucky. "Get away from mama!"

"Doll, what's wrong?"

"You gibe mama kisses. Why?"

You look at Bucky confused. "Sweet Angel, daddy gives me kisses all the time."

That was the wrong thing to say because Lottie started crying and trying to pull you down and check your face.

"Why can't daddy give me kisses?" You run your hand up and down Lottie's back trying to soothe her.

"Because... boys habe cooties and cooties are yucky. Daddy says it."

You look up at Bucky who is face palming.

"Really? Cooties?"

Bucky just gives a resigned shrug.

“Sweet Angel, I promise I’m fine. I don’t have cooties.”

“No, daddy says you get sick if you get cooties, mama.”

“Well then how about we go to my office and I’ll show you that I don’t have cooties?”

“Ok, but no mo’ kisses fo daddy.” Lottie pleads.

“I think that’s a great idea.” You look up and smirk at Bucky. “No more kisses for daddy. Lets go.”

~~~~~~

“What did you do now?” Sam asked Bucky as he walked out of Duckie’s lab. He smelled like disinfectant.

“What are you talking about? Sugar called me up here.”

“Yeah well Y/N and Lottie are in there with Doc and they’re having all the guys get a disinfecting treatment.” Sam huffs while crossing his arms over his chest. “Something about getting rid of cooties.”

“Oh for fucks sake.” Bucky shakes his head and walks past Sam.

In the lab were you, Duckie and Lottie with goggles, gloves and masks on. Standing in a line were Tony, Bruce, Thor, Clint, Loki, Vision, Steve and Henry. Wanda and Nat were sitting to the side and pointing out spots that weren’t disinfected.

“What the hell is going on?”

Everyone turns to look at Bucky. The guys were irritated but the women, except for Lottie, were all amused.

“We are treating the cootie outbreak before it gets out of hand. Please join the line.” Duckie informs the line.

All the guys get hand sanitizer, their faces wiped with a baby wipe and a blast from an air compressor to get rid of all the germs. And if they do a good job they get a hug from Lottie. One by one all the guys go down the line to get their treatment. Bucky finally gets to the end, all the women are just snickering and joking about how ridiculous he’s being.

“Wait.” Nat yells just as Bucky’s about to walk out. “I think Bucky’s case of the cooties is at a level 1.”

“Oh no.” Lottie gasps.

“What?”

“Level 1 cootie infection is very dangerous. We have to go into full decontamination.” Duckie adds while trying not to laugh.

“Oh come on. It’s not that serious.”

“Is so sewious.”

“How unfortunate. No kisses for you for the rest of the day.”

“Sugar.” Bucky whines but he’s being pushed into the small decontamination station in the corner of the lab. He sighs and accepts his fate as Lottie presses the button.

“Look at that Lottie, you saved all the boys from the cooties.”

“Yeah and tomowwow I sabe Tommy too. Then I can gibe him kisses.”

“Wait what? No! No kissing Tommy!”

“Can’t he-uh you daddy. The cooties is too loud.”

Everyone starts laughing as they walk out of the lab while you stay behind. You hold up a towel for Bucky but just sent you a light hearted glare.

“Why would you lie about cooties?”

“She told me she gave Tommy a big kiss. She’s too young.”

“It was Tommy’s birthday and Lottie wanted to get him a gift. He loves chocolate so she chose the big chocolate kiss.“

Bucky just stares at you. He remembers you reminding him that Lottie got him that candy.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “But look on the bright side. Now you’re cootie free and we can pick up where we left off.”

“Not in my lab. Get out before I have to burn the place to the ground.”

You laugh at Duckie’s glare and grab Bucky’s hand to lead him out of the lab.

Will Bucky ever be ok with Lottie giving Tommy kisses of any kind? Probably not. But he will always to everything he can to protect her. Even make up fake diseases to do so.

[wyverndollface96]

Sweet Flavor; Bad Aftertaste

Your friends, even Arven, are somehow cursed by some toxic mochi. You and Kieran had to take matters into your hands to break the curse caused by this peachy-looking Pokémon. Mentions of mild cursing and vomit.

Nemona went missing while you, Penny, Kieran and Arven were searching for the remote in the Community Center in Kitakami.

“Where could she have gone?” you asked. “She in the bathroom or something?” Arven asked. “No,” Penny said, “I was over there. I would have seen her go in there.” “She’s not in the backrooms, either,” Kieran said, “I was there the whole time.”

“Maybe she’s outside.” you said. Everyone else nodded. “Well, (Y/N),” Kieran said, “you and I can go out and find her. Arven, Penny, you two stay here in case she gets back.” “Be careful out there.” Arven said.

So you and Kieran exit the building to go find Nemona when you see a couple nearby. For some reason, they were doing what looked like the chicken wing flap with their arms, the tippy toe dance and chanting “Mochi mochi!” Even their eyes were a vivid magenta color and a dark aura was surrounding them.

“What in the name of Arceus is going on!?” you questioned. Kieran was in utter shock. “They’re doing exactly what my sis was doing!” he exclaimed. You and Kieran hurriedly snuck past the couple and continued on, passing the little bridge and going up the stairs to find Nemona. You both come across Kieran and Carmine’s grandparents.

They, too, were doing the same dance, also with magenta-colored eyes and a dark aura. “Not you both, too!” Kieran cried. “Shit,” you gasp, “I hope this doesn’t happen to Arven.” “Well, as long as he doesn’t get his hands on those purple mochi. He or Penny. Though I bet you anything Nemona ate the one at Peachy’s.” Kieran said, before slightly approaching his grandparents.

“Gramps! Grandma! Stop eating those mochis!” he exclaims. The grandparents just glared at you and Kieran and continued doing that weird dance while chanting “Mochi! Mochi!” You and Kieran decided to just battle them, hoping they would snap out of it.

Didn’t work. They were still cursed.

Just then, Arven called. “Yo, sweetie,” he said, “are you guys okay? Have you found Nemona yet?” “Not yet,” you told him, “though we had just came across some folks doing that weird dance Carmine was doing.” Your voice sounded cracked like you were about to cry.

“Whoa, (Y/N), are you crying?” Kieran asked. “Uh-oh!” Arven gasped. “Arven, look up there! It’s the thing I was trying to tell you about!” you hear Penny exclaim through the phone.

“Arven, please! Whatever you guys do-” “AAAAHH!” Penny shrieks, then the call cuts out. “Arven!! Arven!!!!” you begin to panic, tears coming. Kieran tried to calm you. “(Y/N)! Hey, (Y/N), take it easy,” he reassures, “we’ll head back down there to check on them.”

So you and Kieran went back to Mossui Town to check on Arven and Penny. You ran to Arven and hugged him tight, literally crying. “Oh, Arven, thank Arceus you’re okay! I was worried you would get cursed, too!”

But Arven didn’t say anything. He didn’t even hug you back. But you could feel his motion; flapping his arms. He even uttered the word “Mochi!” “Arven, stop messing around. This isn’t funny.” you whimpered.

“Ummm….(Y/N),” Kieran said, “I don’t think he’s messing around. And neither is Penny. Look at them.” You pulled away from Arven to see his eye was magenta. Then you noticed the dark aura surrounding him. Then you looked over at Penny, also with magenta eyes and dark aura and the weird mochi dance.

“No!! Not you guys, too!! Not my boyfriend! Not my friend! Why!?” You fell to your knees and broke down even harder before Arven, who was awkwardly dancing the mochi dance and looking down at you.

“M-mo? Sweet…chi?” There was concern in his voice, even in this curse. Almost like he’s trying to resist the curse that took hold of him.

Kieran was trying to deal with Penny in her mochi-crazed state by battling her. “Cheeeee!!” Penny chants. “I’m snapping you out of this,” Kieran said, “while (Y/N) is dealing with Arven.”

“Snap out of it! Please, Arven!” you begged. Arven may be cursed, but it seems he’s fighting to stop dancing funny. “Mochi-chi-chi-chi? Baby-chi? Oof!” You knocked the wind out of Arven by punching him in the stomach, hoping he would somehow chuck up the toxic mochi.

Arven slightly curled, but he didn’t throw up. “Try sticking a finger into the back of his throat and touch his uvula!” Kieran called to you as he was just now trying that to Penny after defeating her Eeveelutions.

“Oh, dear Arceus,” you groaned, “forgive me.” You grab Arven from behind and forcefully shove a finger into his mouth; reaching for his uvula. You could then hear Arven gag and he was still dancing.

That did it. Arven threw up. You pulled your hand away from his mouth just in time for him to expel the chewed-up mochi. Kieran succeeded with getting Penny to throw hers up, too. She and Arven fell to their knees, coughing and breathing heavily.

“Arven?” you spoke to your boyfriend, hoping he’s back to normal. The dark aura was slowly fading. Both him and Penny groaned. Penny then spoke, “Ugh! Guess…that didn’t agree with my stomach.”

Arven sat himself up, eyes closed; gut acid dripping from his lip. You took a tissue out of your pocket and wiped his mouth with it. “You feeling better, honey?” you asked.

Arven turns his head towards you and slowly opens his eyes. They were back to its original aquatic color. You were relieved, though you still had tears in your eyes.

“I…I feel better, I guess,” Arven said, until he noticed your tears, “oh, sweetie! You’re crying?” You nodded, gently pulling Arven into your arms. “I was scared I lost you.” you quietly sobbed.

Arven hugged you back. “I’m still here, baby,” he said, “you didn’t lose me.” “(Y/N)! Arven! Watch out!” Kieran yelled. You and Arven look up to see the peach Pokémon preparing to fire off more mochi. It looked furious.

It fired mochi at you and Arven, but you both dodged them. You quickly pulled out your Hydreigon. “Hydreigon, use Dark Pulse! Terastallize!” you ordered as you threw your Terastal Orb at Hydreigon. It Terastallized and unleashed its Dark Pulse at the ghostly peach.

The Pokémon, Pecharunt, was defeated and caught in no time. Just then, you see all the people around return to normal. “Nicely done, (Y/N)!” Kieran cheered. Arven hugged you again. “You did it, baby,” Arven said, “you saved us all again.”

Penny shudders, seeing all the purple mochi scattered everywhere. “Not eating those ever again.” Arven looks down at the puke spill on ground. “Was that from me?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said, “I had to force you to throw up. That mochi was the cause of everyone around to act weird. And that Pokémon, called Pecharunt, was using those who ate the mochi as its puppets.”

Arven shudders. “Creepy thing.” he said. Just then, Nemona’s voice was heard. “Guys,” she called, “how did I end up at Loyalty Plaza?”

Kieran shook his head. “Nevermind, Nemona,” he said, “too long of a story to tell. (Y/N) had already found the remote for the TV in the Community Center. Let’s just go and relax.”

“Well, before we do,” you said, looking at the mess of puke and mochi on the ground, “we gotta make sure this gets cleaned up and disposed of. We don’t want to leave it around for some other folks to get ahold of.”

Everyone else agreed. Your Quaquaval, Arven’s Cloyster and Penny’s Vaporeon sprayed away the puke spills while everyone else picked up all the scattered mochi and chucked them in the trash so nobody can get ahold of them again.

Soon after, you and everyone else relaxed in the Community Center and watched a movie. The rest of the week was spent attending the festival.

💕💕💕

[garbbitch]

I have a request! I am desperate for some dominant yet sweet Julien smut (with a strap)

first of all, look at this picture

anyway on with it

dont like it dont read it.

Julien x femme reader

julien was invited to a party and wanted to bring you with her. when you walked out of the shared bedroom in your apartment after claiming you wanted to surprise her with your outfit.

"close your eyes," you said from behind the closed door. julien stood with her eyes closed waiting for you to come out of the room.

"hurry up princess, we're gonna be late." she said waiting for you to come out of the room. you couldn't help bur blush at the nickname as you walked out of the room.

"you can look now." you said smiling at her, admiring the black top she chose for the night. her eyes lit up when she saw the red dress you picked out. a light smirk danced across her lips.

"my my my, maybe we should skip this party." she said pulling you in by your hips.

"c'mon julien," you said softly as she held you close, "let's go have a little fun"

"oh but we could have so much more fun if it were just us" she said as she ran her hands over your hips and moving a hand down to your ass, squeezing it firmly. "we can use that present i bought just for you." she whispered in your ear before kissing your neck softly.

your breath hitched, "juliennn, don't tease. you gotta go to this party" you said feeling her bite the sensitive skin of your neck.

"i don't have to go..." she trailed off kissing your exposed collar bones.

"julien- fuck- arent people expecting you?" you said as you felt her hands move back to your hips.

"they'll survive" she said quietly before kissing you roughly. you moaned into the kiss.

"fuck, julien.." you maoned softly as she moved her hands up to your boobs, teasing them through thr dress.

"no bra? so naughty" she teased before pushing you against a nearby wall softly.

"easy access, for you" you panted as she kiss your neck biting and leaving marks on your sensitive skin as she pushed a knee between your legs.

she chuckled hearing you gasp from the sudden friction. "i figured you'd see things my way."

"when lucy and pheobe get annoyed that you're a no-show don't blame me." you said as julien hands drifted to the zipper of your dress. she unzipped it with ease.

"i won't blame you." she whispered in your ear before kissing your neck again as thr dress fell to the floor around you. "i'll blame that dress" she muttered against your skin. you moaned softly feeling her hands move over your body.

"you're so beautiful," she said as your hands moved to her hair, tangling your fingers through it. she moaned softly feeling you pull her hair gently.

you blushed deeply, she smiled at you. she moved her knee, purposely bumping it into your needy clit.

"ah!" you gasped at the sudden feeling. she only chuckled.

"so so needy" she teased as she toyed with the hem of your underwear, snapping it agaisnt your hips.

"please julien?" you begged as she ran a finger across your clit through your underwear. she felt how wet you were.

"what do you want, baby?" she asked against the skin of your chest as she littered it with kisses.

"you- fuck," you gasped when she dipped a finger into your underwear lightly touching your clit, "please" you said breathlessly.

"so impatient" she teased as she circled your clit with her finger.

you moaned feeling her finger move over your clit. she kissed boobs, teasing them as she worked her finger over your clit.

she moved a finger to your entrance circling it slowly before pushing a finger inside of you.

"fuck-" you gasped feeling her finger move in and out of you.

"shit," she breathed out. "you're so wet" she said as she inserted another finger.

"r-right there, don't stop." you said softly as she hit your g-spot over and over. she chuckled.

"so fucking needy" she said before biting your shoulder softly. she sped up her fingers slightly.

"fuck- i-i'm gonna- fuck julien- i'm c-close" you said between pants moans as she pushed you over the edge.

"there, you go baby. cum for me. so fucking beautiful" she said as your orgasm hit youn hard. she slowed her fingers as you rode out your orgasm. you moaned loudly as you came, your hands tangled in her hair as she kissed you again.

as you came down from your high she took her fingers out of you causing a quiet whine to escape your lips.

"it's ok baby," she soothed rubbing your cheek with her thumb. "you wanna try something?" she asked running her thumb over your lips. you absent mindedly licked her thumb.

you nodded as you licked her thumb. she firmly grabbed your chin, "use your words baby."

"i wanna try something. please?" you said quietly. julien smirked and leaned in to whisper in your ear. "go get on the bed. fully naked. wait for me." her hot breath on your skin made you gasp softly before doing as told.

you walked into the bedroom and quickly removed your underwear, practically tripping on them as you got on the bed.

you sat there unsure of what exactly julien wanted to try with you. you heard her riffling through something outside and wanted to go see what it was but waited patiently.

"close your eyes sugar." she said from outside the door. you did as told and closed your eyes excited for whatever it was as you sat on the edge of the bed. she walked over to you, touching your shoulders as you felt something relatively hard touch your thigh.

"what is that?" you said, your eyes still closed.

"open your eyes and see." she said as she moved her hand to your jaw, stroking it softly. your eyes fluttered and saw a light pink (kinda like her guitar) strap-on strapped to her hips with a harness.

your jaw fell open and julien chuckled at your response.

"like what you see?" she asked with a smirk on her face. you only stared at the dildo.

"mmhmm" you hummed in response. she moved head to face her.

"my eyes are up here baby." she teased. she watched you you blush deeply as you looked her in the eye.

"sorry ss just really pretty." you said softly. she smiled at you before kissing you softly.

"you can touch it, it won't bite." she said softly as she continued to kiss you. you poked it softly, before stroking it.

"lay back baby." she said gently. when you layed down she adjusted your hips to the edge of the bed. she looked down at you.

"you're so fucking beautiful." she said as she ran a hand over your chest and stomach. her touch sent a shiver down your spine. she moved her hand to your clit teasing it.

"julien-" you said with a gasp as she moved her finger to your entrance, circling it gathering the wetness.

"what's the matter baby?" she teased as she lined the dildo up with your entrance, she rubbed it against your clit slowly.

you only moaned as she pushed the dildo inside you. your eyes squeezed shut as you adjusted to the size.

"just breahte, i won't move till you tell me to." she said as she leaned down to kiss your neck softly.

"y-you can move- please." you said as you panted. you looked up at her as she moved her hips slowly. you only moaned, occasionally moaning her name as she hit your g-spot over and over. she continued to kiss your neck as you writhed beneath her.

"so fucking hot." she whispered against your skin.

"harder- please" you said while panting between moans. she moved her hips faster and hit your g-spot harder.

"you like that?" she asked as she squeezed your boobs firmly. you could only muster a moan as you felt yoursled getting close to the edge.

you maoned her name loudly. "i'm close- fuck- dont stop" you said as you panted. she sped up her movement slightly.

"that's it baby, cum for me. you're so fucking beautiful." she whispered in your ear as you moaned loudly. you pulled her down to kiss you as you came. she smirked into the kiss as you came.

julien pulled the dildo out of you before unhooking the harness and letting it hit the floor next to the bed.

"you did so good baby." she said before kissing you. "let's get you cleaned up hun."

she picked you up and carried you over to the counter in the bathroom. she kissed your cheek softly. she grabbed a cloth and wet it before wiping the skin she left hickies all over.

"thank you." you said as she continued.

"don't thank me baby. it's the bare minimum." she said softly as she wiped off your thighs. you moved a hand to her hair, stroking it softly.

juliens phone rang in the other room. "gimme a sec baby." she said before walking out to go grab it. she came back in still on the phone and put it on speaker.

"it's lucy." she whispered.

"where the hell are you guys?" lucy asked sounding quite annoyed.

"that's tonight?" julien asked playing dumb. you smiled as you watched her talk to lucy on the phone.

lucy groaned, "there have better been a good reason." she said.

"there was don't worry." julien said eyeing you.

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Take Care of Me Chapter 2: Remember when?

Chapter mood board:

Chapter word count: 10.2K (I'm sorry I was on a roll lol)

Chapter warnings: Cursing, trauma, tox relationships, toxic men, emotional abuse, gaslighting, abandonment, family issues, pregnancy, Seonghwa was NOT a good person in the past sorry lol

Smut warning: Masturbation, kissing, assisted masturbation, use of sex toy, oral sex (Fem recieving), cum eating, squirting, begging, breast play, fingering, heavy yearning, tipsy sex mentioned

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This had to be a joke, right? No way was this real life. No way was the guy that was just knuckles deep in your pussy 2 days prior standing at your doorstep about to become your new caretaker. You stood there silently then Jonathan spoke again.

"Is everything okay Ms. Y/N ? Were we disturbing you, because if so, we can come back later."

"Um...no I just, thought your nephew looked familiar at first but nope I've never met him ha-ha." You said frantically "I'm working from home today so I'll be around to help your nephew so you can head back Jonathan." Thank goodness you had the option to work from home or from the office when you so pleased. When Rina originally told you about this you didn't really care since you spend the day doing the same boring thing but, in your PJs, instead of work clothes which sounded worse.

"You're all dressed up though Miss, are you sure?"

"Yes, yes we'll be fine, Wooyoung come in."

Wooyoung continued to smile as he stepped past his uncle into the house.

"Uncle John I'll be fine; I'm sure Ms. Y/N will help me with everything I'll need."

Jonathan’s face became relieved, he was afraid that the two of you wouldn't get along, but your warm facade has tricked him good, he waves the both of you off and leaves, you and Wooyoung see him off with a smile then you close the door.

Wooyoung softly bites his lips and pushes you into the door.

"Well princess looks like I got you to myself once again, shall we finish what we started that night?"

You slowly pushed him back.

"Yeah no, that's not what's going to happen, why the hell are you here?"

"My uncle didn't tell you? He needed a replacement and I just mo-"

"Yes, Jonathan told me, but it still doesn't explain why the guy that I did that kind of thing with is now my caretaker."

"Oh, you mean because we were about to fuck?”

You shook your head at Wooyoungs vulgarness, trying to wake yourself up from this dream or nightmare.

“Look, I’m not sure how long this is going to be the arrangement but starting today we are going to forget that that night ever happened okay?”

Wooyoung once again smiled with his foxlike face and stepped back putting his hands up in a surrendering pose.

“Fine Beautiful, I’ll play along.”

“Thank you-“

“Though it sure will be hard for me to forget how good you taste.”

“Sh-shut up, and it’s not playing along, this is nothing more than a professional relationship got it?”

You started to get a bit flustered, you needed Jonathan the sweet old man to hurry the hell up and get back. You sigh and gather back up your work bag and head over to the door.

“Where are you off to lovely?” Wooyoung said while picking up Mister.

“I’m going to work still, and enough with the nicknames, I told you this is a strictly professional relationship.”

Wooyoung giggled at you.

“Right, professional, have a good day at work boss.”

You walked out the door and headed to your car, instead of heading into the office you decided to go over to Rinas house since most of the days during the week she worked from home while Hongjoong was home and not traveling. You got to her front door and knocked, when the door opened you expected it to be your long-term friend but instead was greeted by your favorite frenemy, Hongjoong.

“Y/N, what’s up?”

“Hello, is Rina here?”

“No, she ran to the store, but her car shut off, I’m on my way out to grab her but she is the only one with a house key since I lost mine. You wouldn’t so happen to have the spare one she gave you, would you?”

“Oh no I don’t I leave that at home in my drawer.”

Hongjoong sighed and said, “Of course you do.” Under his breath.

“Look, do you mind just waiting here at the house until I get back with her? Then you two can have all the girl talks in the world.”

Hongjoong was kind of a dick but unlike his brother he was open and honest with his ways, he is the kind of guy that’s only nice to his mom and his girlfriend, which you kind of respected. Even Hongjoong and Seonghwa didn’t always get along, Hongjoong being the honest and blunt one while Seonghwa could lie and convince an orange that its purple. Hongjoong never liked his brothers’ sneaky ways, but he was always going to stick beside him because that is his brother, and he always puts family first. When Seonghwa told Hongjoong that you two had broken up because you didn’t support his dreams and because you were a selfish whore Hongjoong immediately knew that his brother wasn’t telling the full truth, however Hongjoong did watch his brother spiral into a deep depression the entire week before he left for Europe. He was so afraid Seonghwa would do something stupid while he was away all because you broke his heart. Ever since then he was convinced that you broke up with his brother because you were probably just hurt that he was leaving because he knew you to be clingy to Seonghwa. He didn’t know you were clingy because Seonghwa made you feel like he was all you had in this world. You never bothered trying to explain everything to Hongjoong because the next time that you seen him, him and Rina had started dating, you’d much rather not stir the pot between the two of them and just left him hating you as is.

“Yeah, sure I’ll wait here.”

You walked in with your laptop bag and Hongjoong left out, you figured you’d get some work done while you waited. About 45 minutes goes by and you hear a car pull into the driveway, you thought that that was fast and was just happy that Rina was okay. You didn’t hear a second car or a tow truck, so you assumed that the couple had Rina’s car taken to a mechanic. You continued to work then the door unlocked and opened you were seated in the living room and got up to head over to welcome your friend home in the cute way you two usually do.

“My love you’ve returned home safely.”

You entered the foyer of the house and your eyes got wide, the person that had entered your friend’s house was Seonghwa he was taking off his shoes and looked at you with his gorgeous smile.

“Well, hello dear, thank you for the warm welcome.”

“Seonghwa, I-I thought you were Rina…”

“Aw well that sucks, and here I was getting all warm inside hearing you call me your love again.”

The embarrassment hit you like a ten-ton truck but all you could do is move forward.

“Right, sorry about that, have you heard from your brother and Rina?”

You said walking back to the living room to sit down and calm your embarrassment, you picked your laptop back up and continued to work. Seonghwa followed you into the living room and sat next to you giving you some space on the couch so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.

“Yeah, they said they were waiting on AAA to come and see what the issue was with the car.”

Silence filled the room because you didn’t want the conversation to continue and you and your ex end up the same way you were in the club on Saturday, gazing into each other’s eyes and you losing your self-control.

“What are you working on on your laptop?”

“I’m just getting caught up on this project from work.”

“Ah, I see, Rina tells me you and her work at the same marketing firm, and you have a really high up position, I’m happy for you Y/N.”

 “Thank you.”

“…She also told me that you told her that we broke up because we “Couldn’t see eye to eye” about me going to Europe.” He said with finger quotes.

You again chose to stay quiet on the matter, what were you meant to say to that statement? “Yeah, I lied so everyone doesn’t know that you’re an asshole?”. You felt like there was no right or wrong answer to that, so you stayed silent while typing on your laptop. Seonghwa accepted your silence and waited for a moment before swallowing and continuing.

“She told me that when we broke up you were devastated for a while and shut yourself out…she said that you really missed me and have only dated one person since we broke up and you changed a lot of yourself.”

God dammit Rina how much did you tell this guy? This was just something you had to deal with honestly, Rina was a hopeless romantic that only wanted everyone she loved to have a love story too. You loved her harmless attempts at making sure you find the love of your life, a year after you and Seonghwa broke up she started setting you up on blind dates, with either guys she met at the diner, guys at the office or one time even one of Hongjoongs friends. Yeosang from work thought he had to go on the date, or he was going to be fired, but once you explained he had a choice he let you know he wasn’t interested, Mingi, Hongjoongs friend was loud and flashy, your exact opposite, he ghosted you after 2 weeks and told Hongjoong you were kind of boring. Then the guy from the diner, Yunho, He was sweet and actually stuck for a bit, you two started to casually date, even got as far as you two having sex twice then he told you that he felt like your heart wasn’t in the relationship, turns out he just wanted to get back with his ex. After that you told Rina to stop trying to set you up and that you’d find a guy when the time came. 2 years later and you’re sitting here with your ex, days after letting a stranger that ended up being your caretaker finger you until you couldn’t see straight. Wow, what an awesome love life indeed. Closing your laptop, it’s no running from this conversation anymore, you had to deal with this now.

“Yeah Seonghwa, I did take our breakup hard how else was I supposed to feel.”

“You know we didn’t have to break up though Y/N.”

You rolled your neck and shook your head.

“We didn’t? So, tell me what choice did I have? It was either stay with you and throw away the years I spent working on my future or break up.”

“You’re right…and I was wrong for making you choose between me and finishing school, but we could have worked something out.”

“Yet instead of working something out, you chose to berate me one last time before flying thousands miles away.”

He looked down as he recalled the things he said to you that day, Seonghwa then and Seonghwa now were 2 very different people. When Seonghwa flew to Europe he was still hurt about you breaking up with him, but he had to keep moving forward, about a week later he started his internship and got to work. He made friends and life went was going well, he started to meet new people, new business connections and best of all new women. He started the cycle of meeting women, sleeping with them, and disposing of them when they no longer piqued his interest. When that got boring, he wanted to try to take someone seriously he started to date a woman by the name of Alice, a very beautiful European woman he met during his internship, she did whatever he said and didn’t fight or question him. He even accepted a job at the company he interned for just so he could stay, but then the time passed, and he felt like something was missing. Alice didn’t make him happy; she slept with him and did everything for him, but the feel just wasn’t there, she just wasn’t you. During the most recent year he felt himself start to become bored of his life. A good paying job, a nice apartment, a dog, a beautiful woman, yet none of this compared to the feeling that he got when he was with you. He decided to see a therapist after him and Alice got into a fight and he called her your name, he realized that he hadn’t changed and needed to see someone about it.

After many sessions, Seonghwa knew what he had to do, he asked his brother about you and when Hongjoong refused to help you get back together, he knew his next step was to tell Rina that he was coming home to get you back. He flew in the day before and arrived at his brother’s house that night. He exclaimed that he needed to get his baby back and nothing could stop him. When he saw you sitting there in V.I.P all alone all he wanted to do was run over and kiss you and tell you how sorry he was and that he loved you, but he knew it wouldn’t be that easy. He knew that this would require time and effort and hard work to get you back. When he spoke to you, hearing your voice again made him see heaven, his earth angel sitting right in front of him yet so far out of reach. He was determined to make you his once again, even if that meant proving to you that he was a changed man.

“Y/N, the things I said that day, they weren’t right and I’m sorry, you never deserved to have to deal with how I treated you all those years and I understand why you probably hate me, but I’ve changed really I have-“

As Seonghwa was talking the front door swung open and Rina burst into the living room.

“Ah, my eggy, my love, my queen you were here waiting for me to come home like a good wife.” She ran over to jump on you and hug, as she nestled into you, she looked over and realized that Seonghwa was there too, that’s when the heavy tension in the room hit her like a sack of bricks.

“Oh- sorry was I interrupting something?” She said as her eyes darted between you too.

Hongjoong walked in carrying Rinas shopping bags, looking annoyed and tired.

“Don’t be ridiculous Rina this is our house.” 

"Joongie stop being mean!"

He drops the bags by the door and enters the living room, huffing and puffing from having to lug all of Rinas shopping bags in.

"What do you have a tracking device on her or something? Why are you here all of a sudden Hwa?"

He said sternly.

"Hey that's not nice HJ, for all you know I could be here to see my favorite baby brother."

"1 I'm a grown man drop the baby and two we both know that’s a lie, what is it?"

"Joongie, you're being rude, stop it."

You looked around the room a bit confused, you felt tension in the room other then you and Seonghwas. Little did you know that Hongjoong and Seonghwa were not on the best terms. Prior to Seonghwa flying back home he called his brother that he only talked to 3 times a month to tell him how he wants to fly home just to get you back. Hongjoong had 2 issues with the plan though, 1 it involved you and 2 it was going to be a waste of time. Hongjoong hated wasted time or unnecessary efforts, he was a realist, if it didn't make sense to do why do it? He understood putting in efforts for love, he tried his damnedest to be home as much as possible to be with Rina. However, you and Seonghwa weren't him and Rina, you were two people that just shouldn't be together.  He just wanted you two to get over each other and move on, because that was better for everyone involved, that was healthier for everyone involved. Liked you or not he didn't want Seonghwa to hurt you again just as much as he didn't want his brother being hurt by you again.

"Listen Hongjoong, I'm just here to congratulate you two, I'm happy for you."

Your concerned looked turned to a puzzled one, congratulate them for what?

Rina got up and hit Hongjoong in the shoulder.

"Joongie, you told them already; I was going to wait for the ultrasound pictures, ugh why do I spend all that time showing you Pinterest boards."

"Ultrasounds?" you whispered to yourself.

"Ultrasounds? I meant congrats on the engagement, Rina, I didn't know you were pregnant."

"Engagement?" your eyebrows was arched as you stood up feeling like you're the most confused one in the room of mixed emotions.

"En...gagment?" Rina said, seemingly in a state of shock.

Hongjoong stood there staring at his brother in pure anger, he knew Seonghwa only said this to take the heat off himself, he sighed and rolled his eyes while shaking his head, not much to do but commit now.

"Yeah Ri, engagement." He walked off to the back room that they converted into a studio for Hongjoong to work from home and he came back with a small velvet box. He got down on one knee and you were speechless, what the hell is going on today?

"Rina, Marry me, okay?"

Rina was more speechless than you, she just stood in silence then timber she falls backwards, you swiftly moved in to catch her from behind while the two brothers stood in shock. You moved her over to the couch and laid her down.

"I'll go get her some water." Seonghwa said as he rushed to the kitchen.

Hongjoong walked over and kneeled to be by Rinas side.

"Careful with her stomach, she’s pregnant."

And there it was, the confirmation, your best friend was pregnant and became a fiancé all at once, well technically almost fiancé but the logistics don't matter right now. Rina started to come too, her site blurry and she started to get up while holding her head.

"Careful baby, take your time." Hongjoong said holding Rinas other hand.

"Joongie, was it a dream or did you really ask me to marry you?"

"It's true baby, I want you to marry me, I want to spend the rest of my life with you and knowing that you have my baby in your belly right now just makes me want to be with you forever. I love you, Rina."

Hongjoong really loved Rina and it made you smile, if a hard ass like him can find love and figure it out maybe you could too. Rina hugged you and cried on your shoulders.

"Eggy, I'm getting married."

You slightly laughed at Rina and rubbed her back.

"I know Rina but I'm not the one you should be hugging right now and give Hongjoong a proper answer."

She released you then wiped some of her tears as she turned back to Hongjoong.

"Of course, I'll marry you Joongie I love you so much." She lounged and knocked him down on his butt as she continued to cry into his shoulders.

Seonghwa came back with the water and set it down on the coffee table. You took this moment as your time to head back home, you started to gather your things and headed toward the door, once you put your shoes on you Seonghwa was right behind you.

"Let me walk you out."

"Actually Hwa, hang back I have to talk to you." Hongjoong said from the living room. You chose not to get involved and left the house to go home.

"Rina, how about you go upstairs to wash up so I can take you out to celebrate."

Rina once again wiped her tears and nodded her head, looking almost child-like. She got up and headed upstairs to fix herself up and scream at becoming a fiancé. Hongjoong got up and as Seonghwa walked back into the room Hongjoong pushed him.

"Dude what is your fucking problem? I told you if you're going to really pursue Y/N again don't let it affect me and Rina. Why would you say something about me proposing? And don't say something dumb like you really thought I already did it."

"I know I shouldn't have, I'm sorry HJ but I didn't want Y/N knowing I was only here for her, I needed it be seem random."

"So you reveal my plans to propose to cover yourself? I thought you said you changed."

"I have but sometimes even trained dogs can pee on carpets." Seonghwa said shrugging his shoulders because he was out of excuses.

"Fuck you Hwa, don't do it again."

Hongjoong sat down on the couch and relaxed his tense body.

"Didn't you and Y/N fuck again already, how are you still trying to win her back."

"No we haven't done anything yet, but god I'd love too, do you see how she's built now?"

"Wait, if you and her weren't fucking, what happened to you two on Saturday?"

"We took one shot then she ran off to go to the bathroom."

"That’s weird, when she came back, she had this really fucked out expression on her face and her hair was kind of messed up. She said she had gotten sick from the drinks, but her face and behavior said otherwise."

Seonghwa scoffed at his brothers’ accusations.

"As if Y/N would fuck some guy at the club over fucking me, your trust issues are showing little bro."

"Maybe, but that doesn't explain where the hell you went."

Seonghwa sat down at the other end of the couch and scratched his head.

"Weellll about that, you know Rina’s friend Yuna? Well when she said she had to leave early because she forgot to feed her cat she actually took me back to her place and well."

He shrugged his shoulders in a comical way.

"Wait I thought you came here for Y/N, why are you banging other chicks, and why the hell would you fuck someone else in the friend group?"

Hongjoong said as he slow panned toward his brother. No matter how hard he tried he just could not understand what could possibly be going on in his brother’s mind.

"Hear me out okay, when Y/N left VIP, Yuna came over to get another drink and we introduced ourselves, I made sure she had no ties with Y/N, and it was smooth from there. Just because I'm pursuing Y/N doesn't mean I can't get my rocks off too."

Hongjoong shook his head once again.

"Whatever man, I'm going to get dressed so I can take my Fiancé out, once again thanks a lot dick, are you staying here?"

"No, but I'd love it if you gave me Y/Ns address so I can finish talking to her."

"Come on with the creepy shit Hwa, and why should I help you after today?"

"Come on bro, help your big brother out, I would hate for Rina to find out what happened when you came to visit me a year ago in Europe."

Hongjoongs eyes got wide as he was reminded of the horrible mistake he had made when he went to Europe to visit his brother. Rina and Hongjoong were on a small "break" because they weren't seeing eye to eye, during the break they agreed to not see anyone else and wait for each other. To help get over the small heart break Seonghwa invited his brother and some of their mutual friends to hang out with him in Europe. They partied, drank, and enjoyed their time there, on the last night Seonghwa invited a girl he was talking to at the time to his apartment told her to bring some friends. Her and her friends came and at first Hongjoong wasn't into it, he just wanted to be home with his Rina, one of the girls came to sit next to him and asked him why he looked so sad. Hongjoong normally wouldn't open up to people he doesn't know but 2 beers in you would do a lot. 1 conversation about how Rina is wrong and Hongjoong should be with a woman that does whatever he says and 4 beers later Hongjoong was putty in the girls’ hands. He was tipsy but he was coherent, he knew what he was doing and woke up the next day regretting it. Little did he know it was his own brother that organized this, he told his lady friend to bring a girl specifically for Hongjoong, he told her to go over and talk to him and even gave her a condom. He made sure his brother was drunk and could still consent and when he saw them leave the living room and go down the hall, he knew his plan worked.

It was nothing against Rina or the relationship, he just was a miserable person. You and him didn't work out, none of his other relationships worked out, why should anyone get to be happy when he couldn't. Looking back Seonghwa regrets letting it happen, but he still utilized the situation in this moment because in his logic, desperate times calls for desperate measures.

"Fine...but this is the last thing I'll help you with in this whole dumbass situation." Hongjoong said as he pulled out his phone and sent Seonghwa your address.

Seonghwa smiled as the notification noise dinged on his phone, he headed to the door.

"Thanks baby bro."

Once he left, he was on his way to you.

Meanwhile at your house, you pulled into your driveway and just sat there thinking about everything that has happened today. Your new caretaker has made you cum, your ex that made that caused you major trauma is back home and trying to prove he has changed, and your best friend was pregnant and engaged? This was the most eventful Monday you've ever experienced. As you're decompressing in your car Wooyoung comes out and knocks on your car window.

"Welcome home boss, you okay?"

You sighed.

"Yeah, I'm fine, how was everything here?"

"It was fine, Mister is in the back playing and dinner is ready."

You looked at Wooyoung confused and checked your apple watch on your wrist, you now see that it was going on 6pm, you didn't even finish your work for the day but at least you're going into the office tomorrow.

"Wait dinner is ready? What did you order?"

"Yeah, my uncle says you like to order dinner from the same place every night but that’s gotta be boring after a while, so I just made something."

You grabbed your laptop bag and got out of the car and started to walk to the door.

"Look Wooyoung, I know you're supposed to be your uncle’s replacement but that doesn't mean I want you changing my routines."

You opened the door and walked into your home; an amazing smell of food hit your nose.

"I know but routines are no fun, besides won't you feel loved if you have a sexy man such as myself waiting with a hot cooked meal for you every day."

You turned to Wooyoung, and he winked at you. You looked around the house and was shocked to see everything still in one piece. You walked over to the kitchen and saw a pot on the stove. You removed the lid, and the smell of the dish made you want to dive into it and start swimming.

"That's Jjigae, it’s like a stew we make back home in Korea."

"...it smells good."

He brushed past you to get a bowl and a spoon.

"Go sit, I'll make you a bowl."

You sat down in your usual seat on the couch as he started to plate the food. When he came out, he stopped.

"No boss sit at the table."

You got up and sat at the table, Wooyoung put the bowl down in front of you and gave you your utensils. You thanked him for the meal and started to eat.

"Wow this is good, did you make this?"

He smiled at you as you enjoyed the food.

"Yeah, my mom taught me how to cook because she said she didn't want me to be useless when I get married."

"Well, she taught you well."

While you finished Wooyoung let Mister in the house, and you cleaned your dish in the sink, you decided to get changed into your usual lounge clothing of shorts and a sweatshirt with your college on it. When you returned to the living room Wooyoung was gathering his items to head home.

"Wait I don't hear your uncle outside, where are you going?"

"Oh, yeah I'm taking the bus home."

He looked over too you as he put his bookbag over his shoulders and started to put his shoes on.

"Well, I deposited your money into the account that your uncle gave me."

"You can cancel that, send it to my uncle still he needs it more than me."

"Wait but what will you do for money? Your uncle told me you needed this job for honest work."

"Aww boss are you worried about little ol' me? Seeing you in those shorts is already getting a rise out of me."

He shot a flirty smile your way and you won't lie it made your heart flutter a bit, damn was he handsome.

"N-no, I'm just making sure doing this job is worth it."

"Don't worry beautiful coming to see you every day is very worth it, plus I have my job at the club. I do more than finger sexy women in distress."

You met Wooyoung at the door to let him out and just as you were about to open the door, there was a knock. Who could that possibly be?

You opened your door to see Seonghwa with a small bouquet, great 2 guys that have been with you intimately in one room, just what every girl dreams of.

"Seonghwa?" you said in a shocked voice. How the hell did he even get your address.

"Y/N, are you busy? I wanted to talk to you about something." As he was looking at you, he looked up from you and saw the young man behind you.

"Who's this Y/N?" He asked instead of introducing himself, a sense of possessiveness washed over Seonghwa.

You turned to face Wooyoung and stuck your hand out to introduce him.

"This is Wooyoung, he's my caretaker, he helps around the house with my plants and dog and stuff."

Wooyoung gave Seonghwa a fake smile and wave, he remembered that name, that was the ex that made it possible for him to meet you that night.

"Hi, I'm Wooyoung"

"Seonghwa, Y/N can I have a moment with you...alone?"

Wooyoung walked past Seonghwa and out of the door.

"Don't you worry, I was just leaving, See you tomorrow Y/N, and Seonghwa, thanks for all your help."

He walked down the walkway and Seonghwa walked in and shut the door, confused on what the last part of Wooyoungs sentence meant, meanwhile it made you even more flustered.

“I got you these, I hope you still like carnations, I know they are your favorite.”

He handed you the bouquet, you took the beautiful flowers from him and with a slanted lip.

“My favorite flowers are peonies, but yeah come in I guess.”  You said as you walked over to the kitchen to grab you and him some water.

“Have a seat on the couch, I’m assuming you came here to talk to me?”

“You know me so well.” He said as he took a seat on the couch, Mister came over to sniff him.

“You got a dog and he’s black just like mine was when I lived in Europe.”

You walked back over with two cold bottles of water and handed on to him as you sat down, you were confused by his statement.

“What do you mean when you lived in Europe? Don’t you still live in Europe?”

Seonghwa took a deep breath and exhaled, he needed to lay everything out on the table now.

“Look Y/N, I’m going to get this all out now, I love you more then you know, hell more than even I know… how I treated you when we were together was not okay at all and I can’t ever excuse my actions and if I had the ability to take them back I would, but I can’t. That’s why I’m here now, here to say…”

He paused, he was hesitant about what his next words should be, but he couldn’t risk coming all this way for nothing, Seonghwa wanted his girl back.

“To say what Hwa?”

“To say…I need you back Y/N. I sat in Europe for these past years regretting letting you go, I had to come back for you, I packed up and got a job in town and found an apartment. I want us to work Y/N, there is no one out there for me except you.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, was this really happening? This wasn’t some kind of dream or nightmare. Maybe you could pinch yourself to see if you would wake up. Was the man you spent 4 years of your life loving unconditionally sitting her asking for you back after breaking your heart and leaving you behind?

Prior to Seonghwa leaving for Europe, back when you started your Senior year of college, things had become a bit rocky in the relationship. Your schedule had lightened up since you took on extra classes in the summer so you could spend as much time as possible with your boyfriend, Seonghwa had gotten a small job working for a local company and an apartment that was 45 minutes away from campus. He never bothered trying to come see you on campus because he was “Too busy with work” or “too tired from work.” He did however find the energy to come on campus to go to parties that he never told you he attended, usually Rina or your other friends would tell you he was there and would be shocked that you didn’t know. He would tell you that wasn’t him or that he was only stopping by to see a friend. It’s not like you could attend the parties to even know if he was there, you stopped going to parties after Seonghwa saw one too many guys eyeing you in a skirt you just bought, which he said it was your fault for wearing it just for attention. This didn’t stop you or drive you away though, not even the many times you’d wait hours and hours for his text or calls. The text would be short and dry, and the calls were mostly silence and you telling him you missed him. Occasionally you would take the bus to his apartment to see him, the bus ride turning the 45-minute drive to a 2 hour one with 1 train and 2 buses. You had picked up an on-campus job as a lab assistant and started saving up for a car just so you could see Seonghwa. When the time finally came for you to buy a car after 3 months of eating ramen and saving you got an old car that could get you from point A to point B, nothing fancy. From there you started to see Seonghwa a lot more since he didn’t have a car he would ask you for rides, having you drive him around from time to time, to on campus parties and even to work sometimes, you’d ask if you could get a key to go back to his apartment to finish sleeping until your afternoon classes and he said he didn’t want you to lose it.

One night you were on the way to pick Seonghwa to go to a huge party that was happening on campus, you were all dressed up since this was one of the rare occasions Seonghwa chose to not be upset about you showing skin. While you were driving your car started to violently shake, you pulled over and the car stopped completely unable to turn back on. You called your insurance company to get the car towed and called Seonghwa afterward.

“Hey, baby my car stopped and had to get towed, so I can’t pick you up, could you possibly get me an uber or something to pick me up? I’m about 15 minutes away still.”

You could hear him pause then sigh.

“Y/N I have bills now that I’m on my own, I can’t spend money on getting you rides, that’s why I get rides from you.”

“But…I’m here by myself and the last of the money I had went toward gas to pick you up.”

“Don’t do that, don’t make this my fault, you could have easily told me no, no one told you to spend the last of your money.”

“Seonghwa I can’t ride with the tow truck driver because my car is being taken to a shop, so could you please just come get me so I’m not alone on the street?”

You started to get upset and hurt that you even had to ask twice, and you started to elevate your tone.

“Y/N, you’re yelling at me and it’s not helping me or you, I guess I’ll be the mature one and talk to you tomorrow when you calm down.”

Before you could respond he hung up, leaving you there in the cold night. You felt the tears well up in your eyes as they started to stream down your cheeks, ruining the make-up you did for the night. You had to end up calling Rina to come pick you up and take you back to your dorm, you skipped going to the party all around and stayed home in bed in the dark. When you were watching snapchat videos you saw one of the girls from your marketing class, she was taking pictures of everyone and there he was, Seonghwa in the back with a drink in his hand. So now as your sitting here on your couch listening to the same man that left you there that night on the street, the same selfish person that left you in America alone, the same selfish bastard that didn’t even bother contacting you until now, ask for you back. You sat there, frozen in shock, what was there to say? The most logical answer was to tell him to go to hell and kick him out your house…but you weren’t a logical person. The feelings you felt for Seonghwa were real and true, you never experienced something so intense in your life, never had this kind of love for someone. You were already 28 and Seonghwa was your only real relationship.

“So…what do you say Y/N?”

“Seonghwa…I don’t know…I-“

Your statement was interrupted by your front door opening, that’s when you noticed that it was raining cats and dogs outside, there was mentions of a rain and thunderstorm on the radio but there was so much going on today you completely forgot. Both your heads turned to see the reason the door opened; it was Wooyoung soaking wet.

“Sorry to interrupt Boss but, I forgot to give you back your house key so I started walking back and wouldn’t ya know it, it started raining.” He walked into the house and closed the door not actually caring that he was interrupting you two. He didn’t have respect for Seonghwa because even though he didn't know him but what he did know about him, lead him to believe he wasn’t going to gain respect for him. “Could I stay here till the storm calms down?” You shook out your stunned state and got up.

“Sorry Seonghwa maybe you should head home for now, so you aren’t caught up when the storm gets worse.”

He signed, in that moment he wanted to just hear you say yes to him, he was tired of being interrupted and tired of you running but he knew that his time would come, he had an advantage with you, but so did someone else. The young man currently smirking like a sly little fox was that someone, Wooyoung may not have had the advantage of history like Seonghwa, but he did have the advantage of giving you a memorable orgasm. Wooyoung did technically need to come back that day to give you the key, he knew he could have kept it or even given it to you tomorrow but no. Even though you two had just met Wooyoung, he took his job as your caretaker seriously. The night he met you in the club meant a lot more to him then you know.

Seonghwa stood up and headed to the door as you followed behind him, he put on his shoes and turned to you.

“Can I at least get your number so we can meet up this weekend?”

Though you were hesitant you still gave him your number, who doesn’t like a free meal right? You (and Wooyoung) waved Seonghwa off as he headed to his car, and you closed the door.

“Well, I thought you’d need some saving, when he came it looked like you seen a ghost.”

You sighed and once again dropped down on your couch face first groaning. Wooyoung walked over to stand over you.

“I guess I was right huh? Is that the guy you were telling me about in the club?”

“Yeah…” you said with your face still in the couch, so the words came out muffled.

“Want a long hug from a wet and sexy man?”

“Shut up. The bathroom is down the hall go take a shower so you can change, I’ll put your clothes in the washer.”

“Look who’s taking care of who now.” You rolled your eyes and Wooyoung went to take his shower while you loaded his clothes in the washing machine. The rain showed no signs of letting up, so you went to get at a shirt and a pair of pants for him to wear for the night. You knocked on the bathroom door.

“I have some clothes for you I’ll leave them in front of the door.”

When you finished, you kneeled to put the clothes in front of the door, before you could get up the bathroom door swung open, and steam came out. Wooyoung stood at the door with only a towel on that covered him from the waist down, his bare chest was showing, water droplets still falling from it, his wet thin gold chain sat perfectly just below his collarbone and his hair was dripping wet with a slight curl. You were stuck, speechless, frozen in time, truly how can one person have this much sex appeal? He had to be a son of Aphrodite; he was just too gorgeous.

“Come on boss you’re making me shy just staring like that.”

You exhaled deeply and got up with the clothes in hand, you felt your face get so hot you probably could melt ice. You shoved the clothes in his hand.

“H-here’s some clothes, put these on and you can stay in the guest room its upstairs and down the hall on the right, the room on the left is mine, just knock or text me if you need me. You know where food is if you’re hungry. Goodnight.”

He giggled at you and damn even his teasing laugh was sexy.

“Good night boss.”

You went up to your room and took a shower in your personal bathroom. You put on your night dress and laid in bed as you tried to decompress. This was the most eventful Monday of your life, with everything going on you had texted Rina congrats and that you loved her, but she hadn’t responded, she was probably tired from spending the day with Hongjoong. You plugged your phone up, it was not 11:21 at night, maybe your life was going to go back to normal tomorrow. As you laid in bed you closed your eyes, not even 20 minutes had passed before the thumping began. Tonight, was a bit more understandable though, your sexy ex missed you and you had a sexy caretaker across the hall, nothing to be done now though. You hadn’t heard Wooyoung come up the stairs yet, so you figured you had a bit of time. You dug in your bedside table drawer and got out your black vibrator wand. You snuggled your self deeply into the covers and bent your legs as you spread them nice and wide. You slide your free hand under your short night dress and on too your unclothed core. You rubbed your hands over your sensitive pussy, you were already wet from thinking about Wooyoung shirtless, what were you some pervy old lady gawking at the sexy boy next door? Even something as simple as that got you this wet? You chose to keep thinking about him as you turned the vibrator on to the 2nd highest setting so it wouldn’t make noise. You lightly placed it on your clit and let out a small yelp, trying to stay quiet so you wouldn’t be heard. You moved the head of the vibrator up and down your folds while your eyes were closed tightly. You started to think about Wooyoung fresh out the shower again, wishing he would have yanked you into the bathroom and bent you over the sink and fucked you until you couldn’t think straight, how would he fuck you? Would he be slow and sensual or fast and rough. You’d do anything in that moment to find out, but you knew you couldn’t, you knew fucking him was taboo, but how turned on you were, you didn’t care one bit. Though the fantasy was fun and the feeling of the vibrator on your throbbing nub felt good something was missing. It felt good but it couldn’t get you to finish, you continued trying your best to stimulate yourself enough that the thumping would stop, and you could get some rest. Little moans fell from your lips as you held the vibrator in place on your clit, without you even noticing you even slipped up and said Wooyoungs name a few times. You started to buck your hips as you felt a building up sensation, was this finally your climax, just as you could see the light at the end of the tunnel a knock was heard at the door. Your eyes shot open, and you hurried and turned off the vibrator.

“Y-yes?”

“Boss, can I come in for a second?” Wooyoung said from behind the door.

“Um…yeah that’s fine.” You shoved your toy under your other pillow and fixed your dress as you got up to open the door, you immediately walked back to sit by the head of the bed, you knew not stand up for long because your clit was throbbing like crazy after you accidently just edged yourself. You sat back down at the edge of the bed and Wooyoung walked in the room making the situation even worse. He had on your sweatpants that you gave him that were a bit too small, so it showed an obvious print you gave him one of your Nike compression work out shirts and it just showed his perfect body, were you trying to kill yourself?

“What is it Wooyoung?”

Wooyoung came in and shut the door behind him, stopping in front of you, your face was flushed, and your heart was beating at almost getting caught.

“I wanted to thank you for letting me stay here tonight, I know we are still technically strangers, but I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah of course, your Jonathan’s family so I trust you.” You gave him a speedy reply just so you could hurry and get him out your room so you can finish your task at hand. Wooyoung noticed your flustered face and how you were talking and raised an eyebrow.

“You sure? You seem uncomfortable saying that, the rain is still going but I can leave if you want.”

“NO” You abruptly yelled, and it made Wooyoung wince, you didn’t want Wooyoung to leave the house because he was the main thing driving your orgasm right now, if you were being honest, you didn’t even want him to leave the room.

“I-I J-just mean that, no I don’t want you to leave because I’d feel bad if something would happen to you.” You said trying to save you, you were frustrated and dizzy at this point, your head was spinning because the achiness of your core was driving you insane, his vary presence was making you want to scream, you opted to crossing one of your legs over the other to give yourself some sort of friction your leg bounced. Wooyoung put on his sly grin again, he knew exactly what was going on and exactly what you were doing. Due to his past, he moves around very quietly so he could enter a room and you’d never hear him. He had got dressed in the bathroom and went upstairs since he heard you lock up the house and set the alarm system. Once he made it to the second floor, he had forgot which room you said was his, he walked over to the room on the left, your room, just as he was about to open it, he heard a consistent buzzing noise start. Now he was no fool to anything sex related, he knew what you were doing, he could hear you fighting back your moans and shift around on the bed. He was going to let you continue and go to sleep, he didn’t want to seem like a creep if you caught him listening but then he heard your sexy and whiney voice call his name, that was the straw that broke the camels back. He could feel the blood rushing to his rod as it started to get stiff in the sweatpants you gave him. He was going to walk away, really, he was, but this opportunity was just too good to pass up.

“Are you sure that’s the reason?” He said smiling down at you as his slightly curled split bangs covered his low eyes.

“Y-yes, I’m sure.”

He smiled then tsked at you.

“Now boss” he said as he sat next to you on the of side the bed.

“Why don’t you tell me the truth? Tell me that you don’t want me to leave because you can’t stop thinking about how bad you want me to fuck you.”

That’s when you realize you were caught red handed.

“Th-that’s not true.”

“Aww boss, I can’t give you what you want if you don’t admit it. Should I work it out of you then?”

You didn’t answer and he took your silence as a yes, he lifted you into his lap, placing you down as you could feel his semi-hard on on your ass. He wasted no time and started to leave wet kisses on your neck.

“Ah, Wooyoung, what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer you and continued to kiss your neck, one of his hands reached in front of you and started to grope your breast, you never wore a bra or underwear to bed, and you were very grateful to yourself for that in this moment.

“Woo~ please”

“If you want me to stop all you have to do is tell me to stop, I’ll get off you and go right to bed.”

He stopped and waited for your answer, his hands even stopped massaging your breast, you thought to yourself for a moment, did you want him to stop?

“Please…touch me more.”

He chuckled at your neediness.

“Of course, whatever you say boss.”

He slid both the straps of your dress down and began to play with your two fleshy mountains. You leaned your head back on his shoulders as he began to lightly tug on both your hard brown nipples, little whimpers fell from your lips. He spread his legs which in turn spread yours, one of his hands eased down the side of your body and on too your thick thighs. He slid his hand up, moving your short sleeping dress up your hips, he began to rub your bare heat slowly.

“Wow boss, you’re this wet thinking about me?”

He was still playing with your nipple in one hand as he waited for your reply.

“I wasn’t.”

“Aww, and here I was thinking you were going to be good for me and tell me the truth. Come on boss tell me how bad you want my dick in you.”

His two fingers started to DJ your swollen clit and you let out a throaty moan, you needed him so bad but fuck you can’t admit that. He smiled watching you come undone with only a few simple gestures, he wanted to push you even more.

“Naughty boss, you can’t admit you want to fuck me but you’re so wet for me. Let’s see how far I can push you. Where is the toy you were using?”

“…under my pillow”

He took his hand off your burning heat to reach under the pillow, you let out a pouty noise in dissatisfaction. He took out your black wand, then without saying a word pressed the button a few times, turning it to the highest speed. He asked you if that was how high it could go and you said yes, his lack of words made you nervous. He took his other hand and move your chin to turn your head to the side. He planted your lips onto his as he maneuvered his tongue into your mouth, the kiss was so lustful you began to buck your hips because your pussy was begging to be touched. As he continued to explore your wet, hot mouth you didn’t even notice him slowly lowering his hand that held the vibrator until you felt the vibration hit your clit softly. You moaned into his mouth and tried to shut your legs, but his muscular legs made that hard for you to do. He gave your clit a break but only for a second as he started to move the vibrator up and down your dripping wet pussy, he pulled back from the kiss and moved his other hand down to spread your pussy lips apart so the vibrator could really be felt on your plush folds.

“Fuck-“ was all you could get out, you’ve been masturbating for so long and it’s never felt this good, it reminded you of the sensation you felt the first night you met Wooyoung, your entire body felt hot, and his touch was driving you insane.

“Boss your hips are moving like a little slut that wants to get fucked, are you sure you weren’t thinking about fucking me?”

He continued to move the toy on your needy pussy, he held it on the ball of your clit then slid in his two fingers. Your head slung back onto his shoulders.

“Ah fuck, oh my god I’m going to cum, please.”

You begged him for your release as your hips bucked back and forth on the toy and his fingers. You felt dizzy as the rope in your mind felt like it was about to snap, is it possible to be dick whipped for a dick you haven’t even had yet?

“Oh, Boss you’re so cute, begging your caretaker to let you cum. Don’t worry I’ll give you what you’re begging for.”

Wooyoung pushed his fingers deep into your velvet walls as they pulsed around them, he kept going in and out while rubbing circles on your clit with the wand, you were seeing stares.

“Woo, I’m going to fucking cum please.”

He sped up the pace of his fingers and pushed the vibrator into your throbbing nub, thank God you didn’t live in an apartment but if still it didn’t matter, you screamed his name as you came around his digits, but not just his digits, you came on the wand, his legs, the carpet, and the bed. When you were done breathing to calm yourself down and your ears stopped ringing you could hear Wooyoungs amused giggling as he turned off the toy and removed his fingers from inside of you, you looked up at him.

“What is it?” you said with an expression of confusion.

“Look down Boss, you squirted for me.”

You looked down in shock seeing everything wet with your release, this was the first time you ever done something like that, then again this was the first time in a while you’ve ever felt that good.

“That’s so fucking sexy Boss, I’m glad to know you can do that.”

“I didn’t even know I could do that.” You said in a lowly tone, somewhat embarrassed.

“Aww don’t be shy, here I’ll clean you up.”

He slid you off his lap and stood up, his erection being more then obvious now, you assumed he was going to the bathroom to grab a towel, but he did something much worse. He kneeled in front of your legs, hooking his hands under your thighs to pull you all the way to the edge of the bed, the force and speed made you fall back on to the bed, you started to question what he was doing, and it was too late. Wooyoung started to lick long stripes up your pussy, you silently moaned as the overstimulation started to kick in. Your pussy was so sensitive you could have sworn you could feel the taste buds on his tongue. You reached down to grip a hand full of his hair and he flicked his tongue on your nub.

“Oh, my fuck Woo please, I’m going crazy.”

He sucked your clit into his mouth, and you inched up away from his mouth, he sucked it back in and a pop was heard when you pulled yourself upward again. He once again yanked you back down to his mouth, you looked down and you were met with his sharp fox eyes, a serious look in his lustful. He removed his mouth from your pussy, your wetness covered his chin.

“Don’t fucking run from me, understood?”

You were so intimidated, yet so turned on, that was so fucking sexy.

“Y-yes Woo.”

“Good girl.” He went back to lapping up your sweet wetness, you groaned from the sensitivity and gripped the sheets, you wanted to run again but chose to save disobeying him for another time. Another time? Will there be another time? Should there be another time and why were you hoping there would be another time? You were pulled from your thought when you felt Wooyoung slip his tongue into your hole, making you yelp. His tongue started to fuck your pussy just like his fingers did a few moments ago and you started to feel the pressure in your core rise. He removed his hand from under your thigh and placed it on the hood of your pussy, he used his thumb to flick your clit as he continued to dart his tongue in and out of you. You once again grabbed his hair as you bucked your hips, babbling curse words and his name mixed in. As you were about to reach the top of your peak you could feel your mind going blank that’s when you said exactly what he needed to hear.

“Ah FUCK! Woo, I need your dick so bad!”

You came around his tongue, he started to suck all the cum rushing from your pussy like it was his job, which I guess it is since he is hired to “take care of you”.

Once you came down from you high Wooyoung dropped your other leg and got up. He lifted the bottom of his shirt to wipe off all the cum that covered the bottom half of his face, he looked so primal, you wanted him to fuck you right then and there into the bed with no mercy.

“So, you admit you want to fuck me huh?”

You paused for a moment, there was no lying, hiding, or running, you had already said it, nothing to do now but to double down.

“Y-yes.”

“Mm, good to know, night boss.”

He gave you a kiss on the cheek and left the room.

What the hell kind of Monday-, you grabbed your phone to look at the time to see it was not 1:51am, Tuesday was this?

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[rae-writes]

sacrilege

Venti, Zhongli x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings : suggestive, a bit of spice

synopsis : putting their statues to good use

a/n : surprise, new fandom- on another note though, the hc of getting down and dirty near/on their statues sends me so I wrote this

Imagine not yet being in a relationship with Venti, stuck in the ‘more than friends but not quite lovers’ stage. It irritates you, some days, though you don’t do anything about it; Venti’s a playful- flirty -bastard, especially when there’s alcohol flowing through him. You wanted him to make the first move, just in case you were getting all the signs wrong, but…archons does said archon keep you waiting. 

Day after day, compliment after compliment. A suggestive remark here and there, a little affectionate lovin sprinkled in, and a week later before you were at your wits end. 

If you wanted Venti, you’d just have to make him come to you. 

And if the anemo god was so playful and mischievous in nature, why couldn’t you return the favor? 

Instead of frequenting Angel’s Share, like the two of you had planned, the bluenette was scurrying the city in search of you. 

It shouldn’t have been hard, as most of the townsfolk were centered around the plaza tonight, but Venti couldn’t find you anywhere. He was just about to start panicking when a soft melody caught his ears. 

His quiet steps echoed as he made his way to his statue, eyes darting around curiously to find you— he knew your voice from a mile away. 

Oh, but when he finally noticed where you were, his mouth ran dry. The only parts of you that were visible were your arms, which were stretched out to feel the breeze that blew occasionally— you were laying on your back, right in the palm of his statue’s hands. 

Just picturing the sight in his mind had Venti shifting with heat building in his stomach and a twinge of possessiveness ready to be unleashed. And the song, he’d finally noticed, while soft, was entirely too sensual to be sung aloud in such a public place; you clearly knew he’d come looking for you. 

Almost like you could hear his thoughts, you’d turned, draping yourself over the stone and peering down at him like he was the mortal and you were the god. 

There was no shortage of amusement swimming in your eyes, narrowed down at him playfully with a small little smirk peeking out from behind the arm your head rested on. 

“My lord. What brings you here tonight?” 

A deep breath. A moment to feel the breeze blow past him before opening his eyes to meet your self-satisfied gaze. “Y/n.” 

“Something the matter?” You stretched yourself out, smoothly shifting into an innocently provocative pose. “Bar-ba-tos?”

Within a flash, Venti had you pinned down onto the cold stone, eyes dark and lips curled into a matching smirk. He’d easily figured out this entire plan of yours, but it was smart- he could admit - and he could also admit that—

“I like hearing my name fall from these pretty lips. Say it again.”

You grinned. “Venti.” 

Is this what they call getting a taste of your own medicine? He supposes he doesn’t mind, it was your little attitude that finally gave him the push to slam his lips over your own. His tongue met yours a bit desperately but you were all too happy to oblige. 

“Am I finally yours? Are you gonna quit making me wait? Barbatos?” 

Venti actually moaned, “Fuck yes, you’re mine. Always been mine— now show me how bad you want it, hm? Worship me.” 

-

Imagine being in a sweet little relationship with Zhongli, seen as the picture perfect couple that’s sure to get married and live happily ever after in the future. And while you agree wholeheartedly, sometimes you crave a little bit more than soft touches and gentle kisses and slow paces. Sometimes you crave things just a bit rougher. 

Yet how does one bring that up? Especially to someone who came from being a wholly rough individual that treats you like you are glass, simply because he wishes to not hurt you?

You didn’t know. So you thought you might just coax it out of him, slowly, until that molten glimmer in his pretty eyes took over and you were faced with Rex Lapis- Morax - instead of the Zhongli you usually saw. 

It was easy, once you’d gotten the perfect idea. You were to meet with your boyfriend on the outskirts of Liyue, to which you innocently suggested meeting in front of a geo statue, and he agreed. 

And Zhongli isn’t sure if he regrets it or not as he stares up at you with a carefully molded blank look, scanning over your body as you bathe in the sun. 

You were seated directly in the statue’s lap, legs thrown over its parted ones while one of your arms was curled around the back of its neck. It was a downright heat-pooling sight. 

Which you knew, of course, as you peeked one eye open to glance down at your lover, whose hands were now balling the front of his pants. “Hello, darling.” 

“Beloved. May I ask…why you are seated up there?” 

“I wanted to bask in the sun while I waited for you.” Lies. Your eyes told him everything and you knew that too. “Sitting in Lord Morax’s lap is almost like sitting in yours…I wonder why?” 

You knew that Zhongli was Morax— he’d told you before he even dared ask you to be his. You’d never mentioned his former names, though, not having any need to. 

It made him growl.

A single thread was all that was left of his composure. He could feel it fraying. He knew you could too. 

“Please come down from there. You could get hurt, my love.”

You took a pair of shears to that last thread happily as you turned like you were about to climb down, pausing briefly in your kneeling position. You stopped right between the statue’s legs. 

When your feet finally touched the ground, a tail was the last thing you expected to coil around you and drag you forwards, slamming your body into its owner’s. 

Zhongli was gorgeous all the time, but you had to say, the horns, claws, fangs, and tail were an exceptional new addition. 

“My, my. To what do I owe this pleasure, almighty Rex Lapis?” 

Another growl, “You should be careful of what you ask for, Y/n. I assure you that dealing with an archon is more than you are bargaining for.”

“It’s exactly what I’m bargaining for. You’ve claimed me as yours and made love to me countless times before— now I want you to ruin me. Please?” 

Zhongli’s eyes flashed a brilliant gold, “As my beloved wishes. Be prepared.”

[pttwice]

little!smc accidentally dirties nd!mina’s tim bear and mina has a meltdown

poor baby :( she loves tim so much

laundry day

|| littlend!mina, little!smc, cg!jeongyeon ||

"No! I din't do nothin'! You throwed it!" Chaeyoung crossed her arms over her chest as she stood over Tim, Mina's favorite stuffie. Dahyun stood across from her and Tzuyu stood beside Dahyun.

"I didn't throw it! Tzu picked it up and tried to give it to me and you took it!" Dahyun huffed as she looked at Tzuyu and then down at Tim.

"No! Chaengie 'nd Hyun throwed it!" Tzuyu spoke and adamantly shook her head. She knew that they shouldn't have played with Tim and now Mina was going to be upset that he was in a mud puddle.

The three youngest looked down at the poor stuffed bear as it slowly soaked up the water in the mud puddle. The longer they stared at it, the more the guilt started to settle in.

"M-maybe we can jus' wash it 'nd Mina won't notice." Dahyun sheepishly suggested as she picked Tim up by the leg. He was dripping muddy water as she wrung him out with her hands.

Chaeyoung grimaced as Dahyun kept squeezing the muddy water out of the stuffed bear. She didn't think that he'd ever be dry. "Keep squeezin' him, Hyun. I'll get my water 'nd pour it on him!"

Tzuyu watched as Chaeyoung ran over to the park bench and grabbed her water bottle. It was only half full, but it helped a bit as she poured the water over Tim.

By the time Dahyun wrung almost all the water out of Tim, he was still a little muddy, but not nearly as much as when he was in the puddle.

They all sighed as Dahyun held Tim. He certainly looked a little better, but definitely wasn't clean.

"Maybe since his fur is bwown, Mina won' notice." Tzuyu poked Tim, thankful that her finger was dry and clean when she looked at it.

"Hyun, Chae, Tzu! Lunch time!" Jeongyeon stepped out on the balcony of her apartment to the three littles. She was a little confused as they slowly walked back. Usually, they were pushing each other over to get back for lunch. Maybe they were just tired.

"No, no. Put him in Mina's room. She's out with Sana and Momo unnie." As the three took their shoes off, Dahyun quickly waved Tzuyu off to slip Tim back into Mina's bedroom, hoping that she wouldn't notice something went wrong.

//

"We're back, Jeong! Momo and I have to run though! Schedule!" Sana yelled into the apartment after they helped Mina get her shoes off. Jeongyeon just nodded and hummed an 'okay' as she saw Mina out of the corner of her eye.

"Hi, sweet pea. Did you have a good day with Sana and Momo?" Jeongyeon pressed a gentle kiss to the side of Mina's head, feeling the little nod against her.

"Yeah. Wen' to aquarium and uhm and saw the penguins!" Mina giggled and took a step back to show Jeongyeon her new shirt. "Mo and Sana got it!"

"I love it, angel. If you go put your jammies on while I finish washing the dishes, then I'll read you a story before you take a nap." Jeongyeon laughed as Mina ran to her room, her new shirt already halfway off her body before she even opened the door.

Jeongyeon hummed to herself, occasionally glancing into the living room to make sure the youngest three were still watching TV. She checked her watch and made a mental note to turn the TV off once their episode was over so they could take a nap.

As she was about to dry the last dish, Jeongyeon jumped from the loud scream that came from Mina's room. Immediately, she dropped the dish back into the drying rack before she ran to Mina's bedroom.

"What's wrong, angel? I'm here." Jeongyeon looked around, her breathing heavy as she spotted Mina on the floor, rocking and sobbing. "Oh, sweet pea."

Jeongyeon's heart broke as she sat down beside her baby. She gently reached out and pulled Mina close to her, rocking her back and forth to match the tempo that Mina was at. "It's okay."

Mina's sobbing only grew louder as she shook her head. She buried her face in Jeongyeon's neck and shook her head. Her body shook with each shaky breath she took.

"Can you point to what's wrong, angel?" Jeongyeon rubbed a soothing hand up and down Mina's back, her eyes following Mina's finger as she pointed to Tim laying haphazardly on the floor.

"T-Tim! No! No! Yucky!" Mina shook her head again as she wailed. She rocked faster in Jeongyeon's arms, causing Jeongyeon to have to cradle her baby's head so she didn't hurt it.

Once Mina's rocking slowed a little, Jeongyeon carefully stretched her arm out to pick Tim up. She turned him a few times in her hand. Seeing nothing wrong initially, she brought Tim up under her nose.

"Oh crap," Jeongyeon breathed out as she smelled the dirt caked into Tim's short fur. She took a deep breath and set the stuffed bear down, focused on calming Mina down before she did any investigating.

"It's okay, sweet pea. Can you take a few deep breaths for me?" As Jeongyeon slowly rocked Mina back and forth, her heart breaking as Mina continued to sob.

Mina managed a small nod and took a few shaky breaths in and out. She was still crying, but her breathing was more steady as she kept her face tucked in Jeongyeon's neck. Her hands were clutching onto Jeongyeon's shirt, afraid that if she let go then she'd fall apart.

"T-Tim," Mina mumbled again as she rubbed her face against the collar of Jeongyeon's shirt. "Yucky."

"Hey, it's okay, sweet pea. I'll put him in with some laundry. I needed to do it anyway." Jeongyeon tried to lighten the mood a bit as she carefully stood up with Mina in her arms. She picked Tim up with her free hand and walked into the laundry room, shooting a stern glance to the three youngest before she set Tim down.

"Okay, angel. Tim's just going to take a little bath and then he'll be nice and clean aga-"

"No! No!" Mina screamed again and wiggled out of Jeongyeon's arms. She wanted to hold Tim, but as she reached out for him, she suddenly remembered how dirty he was. "Yucky!"

"Minari, I promise he'll be okay for a few minutes. He just needs a little bath because he's dirty. I don't want you to get sick from hugging him, angel." Jeongyeon let out a small sigh and held Mina close to her.

Jeongyeon tossed the rest of the laundry into the washer before she picked Tim up again. She tried to toss him in, but Mina tugged on her shirt hard enough that Tim fell out of her hand. "No! No! No!"

"I'm sorry, angel, but he has to go in with the laundry to take a bath." As quickly as she could, Jeongyeon scooped Mina up and held her tight as she tossed Tim in with the rest of the laundry. She started the cycle before Mina could wiggle out of her arms again.

"T-Tim! Tim!" Mina wailed as she pressed her face against the window of the washing machine. A steady stream of tears rushed down her cheeks as she banged on the door of the washing machine.

"I'm so sorry, angel. I promise you'll have him back soon, though." Jeongyeon crouched down and wrapped her arm around Mina. She pulled her baby close to her, ignoring the light punches against her chest. "I know, angel. I'm sorry."

//

Jeongyeon sat on the floor of the laundry room for an hour before Mina eventually tired herself out. She carried her baby back to her room and put dressed her in her pajamas before tucking her in.

As soon as she closed Mina's bedroom door behind her, she looked down at the three youngest who were now sitting on the couch.

"What happened?" Jeongyeon asked as she stood in front of them, a stern expression on her face.

"W-well we thought that Tim wan'ed to come ou'side with us since Mina wasn' here today," Chaeyoung guiltily admitted as she looked down at her hands. "Tzu was tryin' to give him to Hyun when she got off the swing 'nd then I grabbed him 'nd he uhm... he fell in a muddy puddle."

Jeongyeon closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she listened to their story. She rubbed her hands over her face and looked back down of them. "I know that this was an accident, but I am very disappointed in you three. I want you to go to your room and make an apology card for Mina. And no TV time for the rest of the week."

The three opened their mouths to protest, but the look Jeongyeon gave them left no room for argument. Slowly, they slid off the couch and trudged to their bedroom.

When the SMC door completely shut, Jeongyeon walked back into the laundry room. She checked the time left on the dryer and stood in front of it impatiently.

Once the longest five minutes of her life were over, Jeongyeon quickly threw the dryer door open. She carelessly sorted through the dry clothes to find Tim, pulling him out and safely into her arms.

Jeongyeon quietly made her way back to Mina's bedroom. She opened the door slowly and tip toed beside her bed. Crouching down beside Mina's bed, she placed a gentle kiss to her baby's forehead before carefully tucking Tim under her arm.

"All clean, angel."

[nights-legacy]

Hello, how are you? i would like to ask if you could do a imagine if you don't mind with hawks please where he gave him one of his feathers and at some point he starts to feel an extra heartbeat and realizes that she's pregnant, but no one even knew the reader with fluff please

Hope you like it! This was so cute to work on.

Baby Detector?- Hawks

Masterlist MHA Masterlist

1541 words

Warning: None

+ After a scare, Hawks gives you one of his feathers to give you both some peace of mind. A couple of months down the road, he notices something that sends his mind whirling.

Being the No. 2 Hero is a dangerous job. Hawks has known very little of the domestic, fluffy life of being in a relationship. He honestly thought he would never experience that until he met you. You had completely flipped his world around for the better. He wanted to flaunt you to the world but he had seen how other Heroes' significant others had been in danger. He didn't want that so you both agreed to keep your relationship a secret.

Y/N's POV

I trudged into the apartment after a long day. Working for a publishing company, especially being the head assistant, Lends itself to being a busy job. It didn't help that there was a villain attack just outside our building, causing us to have to evacuate half way through the day.

"Keigo! I'm home." I snogged off my coat. Just as I took off my shoes, I was enveloped from behind by strong arms and wings. "Oh, hi!"

"Are you alright?" Keigo whispered into the back of my neck. I smiled at his concern. I set my head on top of his.

"Yes, baby. I'm fine."

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there. I was knee deep in another attack when I heard about your building and I..."

"Keigo!" I interrupted his rambling. I turned to cradle his face in my hands. "I am fine. I'm not hurt in any way."

"Good." He ran his hands up and down my arms while wrapping his wings tighter. He kissed my forehead. "Come on. I made dinner." He stepped back.

"You made dinner? Keigo Takami made dinner?" I joved. He rolled his eyes as he pulled me along.

"Ha ha. I know it's rare but I beat you home for once. So I decided to whip something up for when you got home." He shrugged. We got to the table and I saw a variety of things.

"Whip something up? You sure you're not trying to provide for a slew of people?" I laughed. He chuckled. "This is so nice, Kei. I'm going to wash up and be right back." I packed his lips and slipped away.

We ate until we were stuffed and well satisfied. We just finished the dishes and he drug me to the living room. He was all giddy and I couldn't help but chuckle at him. He sat me down on the couch.

"Okay. What's gotten into you?"

"I have something for you. Close your eyes." I shook my head but did as he asked. I heard him move away before returning quickly. "Okay hold out your hands. There, now open." I opened my eyes to see one of Keigo's feathers in my palms. It was attached to a beautiful gold chair.

"Keigo?" I looked up at him. He smiled.

"I wanted you to have one of my feathers. So you always know I'm with you. Also in case you ever need me, you have the most direct link. You know how my quirk works. So Yeah." He sat down next to me.

"Keigo... thank you." I leant forward and kissed him sweetly. "This is so thoughtful. Thank you." I put the necklace on before cuddling into his side.

"You're welcome my love." He got comfortable on the couch, cradling us in his wings.

"Buutt ... I know this is a double meaning gift." I felt him tense. "It's also so you can make sure for yourself that I'm alright. Especially after something like today."

"That obvious?" He chuckled before smiling sheepishly.

"Come on Keigo." I chuckled, pushing back to look at him. "You gave me this on the same day I was nearly in a catastrophe. You're slick but not that slick Hawks." I booped his nose. He laughed. He pulled me back down into his chest.

"Can't pull the wool over your eyes." I hummed before kissing him. The kiss started out simple and sweet but after a few moments, I wanted more. I squirmed around to sit on his lap, deepening the kiss. We pulled away, breathing heavily. He picked up the feather. "I can feel your heart beating."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And it's racing." He set his hand on my chest. "Are we excited lovebird? Do you want something?" He ducked under and kissed along my jawline.

"Keigo. If you even think about teasing..." I started but he cut me off with a kiss.

"Sh, sh. Don't worry." He said against my lips. He stood up with me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist. "I know what you want. I want it too."

"Then do something." I mumbled as he walked to our room.

*A couple of months later*

3rd POV

Hawks was sitting on a wall, taking a short break while Endeavor was on the phone with one of his kids. Shoto from the sound of it. It was a nice day. Not too hot with a nice breeze that blew through his feathers. At the feeling, he decided to check up on Y/N. He focused on the feather.

"There we go." He said as he felt her heart beat. He could feel her breathing evenly and that the heart rate was normal. No trouble, good. He thought to himself. He was about to move on when something small caught his attention. It was a small pitter patter that he could have easily missed. He "listened" for a moment to try and figure out what it was.

He wriggled his feather to juxtaposition where it laid on her. He determined it was on her stomach. He was stumped.

"What could it ..." He froze in realization. Soft sound. Pitter patter. Stomach. "She's... Oh man." He fell off the wall at the surprise.

"Good God, Hawks. Pull yourself together." Endeavor said as he narrowed his eyes at the birdman.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course Endeavor." He dusted himself off, shaking out his wings. He was jittery all over and the rest of the day he was restless. As soon as he got home, he was calling for Y/N. "Baby! Baby, where are you?"

"I'm here. In our room." Y/N called. He was across the apartment in a flash. He flew in the bedroom door. "Woah, woah! What's going on?"

Y/N's POV

I stared at him as he caught his breath. He looked like he had run a marathon. I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for him to calm down. I couldn't help but chuckle at his appearance.

"Give me a second." He held up a finger. I held in another laugh. I could tell by his wings that he was excited about something.

"What's got you in such a tizzy?"

"I'm not for sure but I think I may have some big news." He straightened up and took a big breath.

"Okay then what's this maybe big news?" I asked. He took a step closer. I could see he was a bit nervous. I reared up and stroked his cheek. "Keigo?"

"I checked up on you today. Through, you know. When I did, I noticed something." He started. I urged him on. "I noticed a small sound that was barely there."

"You're not making any sense, Keigo." He chuckled. He looked down at my stomach before setting a hand on it.

"I heard what sounded like a heartbeat underneath yours, right here." I looked down at his hand and it took a moment to put two and two together.

"What!" I exclaimed. I looked him in the eyes. "You mean you think I'm..."

"Yeah." He nodded.

"I'm pregnant?" I said breathlessly.

"It's just a maybe but there is definitely something going on. So maybe be a good idea to go to the doctor?" He suggested. I was in a daze, still comprehending his words. "Baby?"

"Yes, yes. Doctor. Yes, I'll make an appointment. Um..."

"I want to go with you so can you schedule it on my day off." He asked.

"Keigo."

"Yes?" He met my eyes.

"That means someone will know about us..." He must have just now realized that.

"Right well. This um..." He stumbled on his words. He paused before a look of determination came over his face. "I will not let you go through this on your own. If you are pregnant, I won't have people thinking you're some type of hussy. They need to know that you are an honest woman and there is someone taking care of you." He said strongly.

"How chivalrous of you." I chuckled lightly. He smiled, setting his forehead on mine.

"Plus, it wouldn't be so bad if people knew, right? At least the people we're closest to us?"

"Yes. It wouldn't be so bad." I agreed. "On both people knowing and our own... Our own baby."

"Can you imagine it? A kid of our own?"

"Yeah. I can." I said, looking down at his hand still on my stomach. I place mine on top of his before reaching up to cup his cheek.

"A mini us." he whispered before kissing me. I sighed, kissing him back. He pulled away suddenly. "Oh! We need to pick a room for a nursery!" He took off running.

"Keigo! Don't get ahead of yourself!" I laughed, chasing after him.

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Salad Days, Chapter 6: Just You and Me, Punk Rock Girl

(Rodrick Heffley x reader)

chapter directory here

Light sex warning for the beginning- 18+ plz

This chapter took me a while - I wrote the beginning the same night I wrote the first and second chapters. Then I realized I think I'm more comfortable writing horrific and sad moments than sweet moments and I kinda froze trying to fill the plot in around it lol.

Thank you so much to everyone reading this!!! The fact that it's actually getting notes makes me really, really happy :)

Also this chapter's run of songs contains a secret song in the spotify playlist oooooh

Oh my mama mama mo-my-mum

Have you kept an eye, an eye on your son?

I know you've got problems, you're not the only one

Since your sugar left, left you on the run

The gas cans felt good in his hands. Heavy. Smooth plastic snug in his fingers. His grip was tight. He reveled in the sound of the liquid sloshing around. The unmistakable smell.

Everybody fucking hated him. Every second of every day, he felt like his brain was on fire. A full body burn begging him to get out.

Get out now.

It's not like anyone was inside. The old library had been gutted weeks ago. They were supposed to demolish it next week. If he really thought about it… he was doing them a favor.

Yeah. So do it. Who gives a fuck.

He busted a window and stuck his leg inside, stepping into the decayed, old building. It smelled like dust. It smelled like school.

Stupid Frank and Susan.

Stupid Heather Hills.

Stupid Rodrick. Going nowhere, doing nothing, being nothing. Stupid.

The smell was strong, but he liked it.

He grinned, he nearly hyperventilated as he doused as much as he could.

Dizzy in his head, laughing maniacally

Breathing in fumes, killing brain cells.

What did it matter.

He shook the last drops out of the second can and tossed it across the room.

He struck a match. Let it burn out.

Struck another. Toss.

The fire erupted.

He stood there to watch it for a second, and ducked back out the window.

He knew he wouldn't have much time to admire his work, so he started running.

Deep into the woods.

He stopped and saw a ball of flames rise in the distance. The ground rumbled. His eyes went wide. He ran all the way home.

Nobody even knew he was gone. He'd left music playing in his room so it'd sound like he never left.

He watched the living room from the top of the stairs. A news report was on.

The library was directly on top of an open gas line. No fucking kidding.

Half the street went up in flames.

It's not like there was much on that street anyway, besides a strip mall with one or two active tenants. Closed for the night. No injuries reported.

His mom was crying. His dad was in shock. Greg and Manny were already asleep.

How could something like this happen? his mom whispered.

They're saying it was just some freak accident. They can't put it out. It's going to burn straight down to the foundation. Frank, incredulous.

Rodrick was silent.

~

Words to memorize

Words hypnotize

Words make my mouth exercise

Words all fail the magic prize

Nothing I can say when I'm in your thighs

“Hey,” a cool hand on his face, “where are you? Are you okay?”

He’s sent flying back to reality suddenly, looking up into your eyes. He looks frazzled. He’s not sure where that came from. All he knows is that he can never tell you.

“I'm fine,” he breathes, his hands moving to your hips, squeezing. Like he’s making sure you’re real.

How could he not be fine? The realization of what's going on hits him like a brick and he squeezes you harder.

He looks up at you like you're a goddess. Hips perfectly situated on his, eyes glinting in the low light of your bedroom. Every subtle movement you make sends a twitch through his body. Breath hitching through plush pink lips, mouth agape.

“I'm fucking amazing,” he sighs.

“Okay, good. Thought I lost you for a second.” you smile, placing a hand on his chest. His heart is racing.

You move your hips, just a little, testing the water.

He throws his head back and huffs, moving with you. He always figured that this- all of this- would be good, but he never dreamed it would be this good. It must be something special about you, he thinks.

You keep smiling down at him.

“If you wanna pick it up a little bit, go ahead,”

“P-pick it up?”

You raise yourself up off him a little, and then send yourself back down. He shudders, a grin spreading across his face. You keep it up, laughing softly, slowly bouncing up and down, skin slapping skin. Obscene, wet sounds. A groan comes from deep within his throat. He's thrusting up to meet you, knuckles white on your hips.

You haven’t had an impressive amount of sex in your life, but you’ve certainly had some experiences. Nothing has ever been like this. Rodrick is looking at you- not your body- he’s looking into your eyes. His eye contact has a sense of pleading, his lips are trembling. You lean down to kiss him. It’s tender. It’s intimate. You’d figured he’d be quick and chaotic. Experienced, maybe, but not learned.

Everything just feels so good.

His hands are gentle on your back, rubbing up around your shoulder blades. You feel his hips roll, and it sends waves of heat through your body. You keep a slow and passionate pace together, it feels like your bodies are perfectly in tune with each other.

“I can't believe that you… I…” Rodrick breathes, his brain turned to mush.

“I know,” a sharp breath leaves you as he hits a certain spot.

You speed up, both of you seeming to know what you need. Your bodies glisten with sweat, and you throw your head back, hands anchored to his shoulders. His hands move up to your chest, gently squeezing, then ghosting down your ribcage. His hands- so large, so strong. They’re slightly weathered, calloused from his drumsticks, and they’re so warm. His bony hips poke into your thighs with every thrust. You can just feel him. All of him.

Then you feel him twitch inside of you.

“I think I…” Rodrick gasps.

You look down at him, your eyes warm, reassuring him. You feel close too, still warmed up from earlier. He ruts up into you, flushed and panting. You feel yourself squeeze around him, your vision blurring slightly, as a rush of tingles runs through your whole body, and that seems to send him over the edge. He stops suddenly, breathing heavily, holding your hip down onto his, the other cupping your face. His eyes squeeze shut, then open wide, and roll back into his head.

You both sit and recover for a second, gasping for air, looking at each other. You roll off of him, and lay next to him, exhausted. He reaches out desperately to grab your thigh, as you turn to your side and throw your arm over his chest. You reach up and feel his cheek. His skin is hot, and slightly stubbled.

“I’m glad I didn’t wait.”

“You were gonna wait?” He pants.

“I don’t usually do that. That fast. But now I know.”

“Know what?” He turns his head to look at you, eyes tired.

“That I really, definitely like you.”

He laughs, pulling you closer to his chest and kissing the top of your head.

“I really, definitely like you too.”

You wriggle the comforter out from underneath you, and throw it over the both of you. It doesn’t take long for you to drift off, hands on each other, legs tangled.

For the first time in a long time, Rodrick dreams of absolutely nothing.

~

I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand

Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man?

Lose sensations, spare the insults, save them for another day

I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away

~

Rodrick wakes up before you, lifting his head in confusion at his unfamiliar surroundings. Until he feels your arm draped over him, and remembers where he is. It’s still early, and you’re dead asleep. He smiles, pulling you closer to him. He gazes over your face, lit up in the early morning light. You stir, coming to rest your head on his bare chest, and he’s so happy he could cry.

“Go back to sleep,” you mumble.

He does.

You wake once the sun is all the way up, blinking at the beams coming in through your window. Rodrick has an iron hold on you, and little snores are coming from him.

You can see your alarm clock from where you are, and it’s a little after 9 AM.

You turn slightly onto your back, and feel Rodrick moving.

“You up?” You look over at him. His eyelids are heavy, and there’s a lazy smile on his face.

“I’m up,” he sighs.

“Glad you didn’t sneak out on me.” You chuckle.

“Why would I do that?” His voice is sleepy, and a little whiny.

“I don’t know. Boys are weird.”

He gives you one last squeeze before he lets you up.

“You wanna shower?” You ask, running a hand through your hair.

The water is warm, and you can finally see Rodrick’s lanky body in all its glory. Steam fills the bathroom, and his face is slightly flushed.

“So, last night,” Rodrick stretches under the stream of water. You find yourself admiring the lightly defined muscles in his back, and fighting the urge to smack his ass. Maybe later.

“What about it?” You smirk, squeezing some body wash onto a washcloth.

“It was… real? Like, it happened, right?” He turns around, eyebrow raised, grinning smugly.

“As far as I'm aware,” you laugh, beginning to scrub yourself.

Rodrick pauses, water running down his shoulders.

“Wow,” he smiles, then his face falters just a little, “and… you enjoyed it?”

You give him a look, wringing out your washcloth. Instead of answering him, you just step forward and kiss him, warm water flowing over you. Your hands travel over his body, slick with water and soap. You pull away.

“Duh.” You smile.

You dry off. Rodrick's wet hair is wild, and he still has a little bit of eyeliner on.

He grabs his clothes from the night before, and you stop him.

“Are you sure about that?”

He freezes, holding his boxers with the tips of his fingers, like a deer in the headlights.

“I can… turn ‘em inside out,”

“Ew. I have clothes you can wear,” you laugh, “boxers make good pajamas, and most bands don't really make women's shirts.”

“Really?”

You toss him a pair of plain, black boxers, then get an idea. You head to your closet, where you keep your band merch.

“Y'know what? I'm returning the favor. You look like a medium.” You root through the box, and toss him a shirt with your band’s logo on the front. He holds it up to himself and smiles. You find your Löded Diper shirt, discarded along with your purse by the front door, and put it on. As you come back, he's pulling the boxers on, and you take your chance.

Smack.

“Hey!” he yelps, turning to face you, blushing just a little.

He sees your shirt, and a giddy grin appears on his face.

You find yourself at the coffee shop across the street, sitting on the little patio. The streets are packed with groups of people, enjoying the spring day. Rodrick mangles a croissant as you sip from a large, white mug. You appreciate the fact that the two of you can sit in a comfortable silence like this. You flip through the local alt paper, The Eye.

“Ooh, there's a Pyramid show tonight, my friend’s band is playing. That'd be a good place to show you. They have an entire wall of pinball machines.”

“Are you friends with all the bands?” Rodrick asks, pouring 4 packets of sugar into his coffee at once.

“Not all of them. But a lot of them. I try to network.” You shrug, reading through the event calendar.

“All the major bars are kind of in one strip, with a few outliers. Then you have your DIYs and house venues.”

Rodrick sips his coffee, makes a face, and adds 2 more sugar packets.

“Do you think we have a chance at any of them?”

“You guys are gonna have good word of mouth after last night,” you nod, “I bet in a week you'll have an offer from Pyramid or Dime Store.”

“Wow,” Rodrick breathes, assuming that must be really good.

“It looked like your guys got along with everyone, too, and Mike likes you. You've got a great start. You might even get to open for a real band once they start coming in the summer.” You smile at him, looking up from the paper.

“We are a real band,” he looks confused.

“Yeah, but, y'know. A touring band. The Casualties are coming back this summer… Circle Jerks usually run through with Descendents once a year, D.R.I. has been on a ‘retirement tour’ for the past few years,” you say, adding air quotes, “your name's on the opener list now. And most of the time, picking someone from that list falls to me… but don't expect any obvious nepotism. I try to match people up by sound.”

Rodrick grins, stars in his eyes.

“Do any bands around here, um,” he pauses, unsure how to word it, “make it?”

“Sometimes,” you lean back, thinking, “it's hard nowadays. There was this super popular indie band last year. They got picked up to be on a movie soundtrack, and they're huge now. That's what sells, these days. I'll let you work out the irony of indie selling.” You smirk.

“So, what? Heavier bands are just shit out of luck?” He takes another sip of his sugary coffee.

“That's how it goes,” you shrug, “you give up most of the hope of being famous to be a real musician. There's a reason that even huge punk bands are still just playing at bars instead of stadiums. It was never marketable. Punk’s not even a genre anymore. To me, it's having the attitude of ‘I’m pissed off, and I'm making it your problem.”

Rodrick laughs, “Okay, I do like that.”

You finish the last of your coffee, and roll up your paper, tucking it in your bag.

“You ready?” You stand up, stretching.

“For what?” he looks at you, draining his mug.

“I'm gonna show you the strip, rookie.”

You smile, holding your hand out, and he takes it.

“The Strike’s back that way, you’ve already seen it. There’s a pretty big gap of old shops and abandoned buildings from here to there.”

You lead him down the street, pointing out bars. Most of them will be closed until the late afternoon.

“There’s Pyramid, there’s Dime store. That one’s cool, the upstairs is a drag bar called Fluorescence, and the downstairs is a dive called Dim Bulb.”

Rodrick laughs, taking in the sights of the street.

“First time I ever came down here, I was with a bunch of friends who were 21, and I was still 19. Dim Bulb is all ages if you put the X’s on your hands, but Fluorescence is strictly 21+. My friends went upstairs. Downstairs was dead that night. They told me to wait in the bar and not go off walking by myself, but…”

“You went off walking by yourself?” Rodrick smirks at you.

“How’d you know?” You chuckle, “Yeah, and I had just gotten these leather pants, and I felt so fucking cool. But I was so stupid. And this gross, old guy stopped me and asked if I was ‘working’, and I said ‘no, fuck off, get away from me’,” you say, your tone nonchalant.

Rodrick raises his eyebrows, his mouth falling open.

“So, he starts chasing me down the street, yelling, ‘I’ll kill you’, and I was yelling back all this bullshit, just totally bluffing,”

You stop in front of a bodega along the street.

“And the guy who owns this place came out and scared the guy off. He’s good people.”

You wave at the man inside, who perks up and waves back.

“That place has everything. 9-volt batteries, first aid stuff, you name it. If you find yourself in a jam, head over there.”

Rodrick looks through the windows as you walk by.

“This whole street is, like… a tiny little town all on its own. Also, I'm glad you didn't get murdered.”

“Yeah,” you sigh out, looking over the strip, feeling proud, “it really is. I love it here. I’m glad I could show you around. And thanks.” You laugh, squeezing his hand.

You keep walking, down towards the point where the bars end and the shops begin. Rodrick walks slowly, swinging his hand with yours. He keeps his head on a swivel, trying to take in all there is to see. Old neon signs, graffiti-covered brick walls, and show fliers absolutely everywhere.

“I think you’re gonna like this place,” you turn to look back at Rodrick, who looks absolutely awestruck.

The bell on the record store door rings, and you're greeted by the familiar woman behind the counter, Jennifer. She’s tall and muscular, with a smoker’s voice, and impeccably curled baby bangs.

Rodrick stops as the door closes behind him. It’s a cozy, dark little room. There are houseplants everywhere, among long boxes of records on high tables. The walls are exposed brick, and light is coming in through two long, skinny windows. An orange cat rests on one of the tables, in a sunbeam. The walls are completely covered in posters, framed records, and old fliers.

“It's you! I have pulls for you,” she looks over thick-rimmed glasses at you, reaching under the counter, then sees your shirt, “what in the hell is that?”

You look down at the bold, white letters on your shirt and laugh.

“Best new band in this town. You really haven't heard of them?” You say, teasingly.

“Diaper…?” she squints, looking at you, bewildered.

“I'm just messing with you, they played their first show last night. This is the drummer, Rodrick,” you gesture to Rodrick. He approaches the counter and sticks out his hand, smiling politely.

Jennifer looks back to your shirt, then at Rodrick.

“Kid, I'll level with you. There are worse names out there.” She barks out a laugh, looking down at her hands, both being used to hold a stack of records.

Rodrick notices, and retracts his hand, laughing nervously.

You kill about an hour in the shop, looking at all the things Jennifer has hidden for you over the week. It was once a very kind thing she did when you were flat broke and new in town, but she kept it up as a tradition, because she said you got it.

Rodrick exhausts each box, looking in amazement at all the different records. 'Dad Rock,' 'Punk Rock,' 'Rockabilly,' 'Psychobilly,' 'Synth Shit for Weirdos.'

The ‘misc.’ box contains a Jane Fonda home workout, a square dancing instructional record, and a full album of canine heartbeats, meant for veterinary students. Rodrick pulls it out and looks at it, reading the cover in confusion.

“See something cool?” You perk up and walk over to him, reading the record.

“Canine Heart Sounds? Is that a band?” You squint. He stays quiet, holding in a laugh.

“‘4-10 acquired murmurs', what the fuck?”

You see the text for ‘Berkeley Medical Veterinary Group’ and let out a cackle, lightly punching Rodrick on the shoulder. He breaks too, putting the record back in the box.

“You totally thought I was all cool and underground for a second.” Rodrick laughs.

You leave the record shop, and you decide to take him to see everything. You try on leather jackets way beyond your means at the biker shop, spiked collars at the goth shop, and hats at the western shop. You point and laugh at each other the whole way, except that some of that leather had looked pretty good on Rodrick… and he might’ve thought the same about you.

By late afternoon, you’re both a little worn out, and you wind up back near where you started, at a tall, yellow building. It’s an ancient pizza joint.

Inside is a massive, wooden staircase, and yellow walls covered in sharpie graffiti. Dumb little messages, from mystery people. From who knows how long ago. It feels like a million little voices yelling at him all at once.

Penelope was here!

Aaron is a cheating douchebag!

George Dubya, suck my dick!

And band names. So many band names.

“Whoa,” Rodrick looks up. It’s even on the ceiling.

You lead him to a large window, with a greyed, wooden frame.

You fish in your purse and find a sharpie, handing it to him.

“When we first started the band, we came here to make it official. I wrote our name, right here, under the window.” You look down, away from him, feeling a little sappy.

Rodrick looks at the smooth, black writing.

The Shrieks

10.15.03

He smiles.

“And, if you’ll notice, there’s an empty space right there next to it…” you say, trying to sound nonchalant.

Rodrick smiles, then crouches down, uncapping the sharpie.

He carefully draws his logo, adding the little horns and tail, with a small safety pin and the date underneath.

He stands up, handing the marker back to you. You look down at your two logos together, then up at your coordinated shirts.

“Yeah. They look great together,” you smile up at him, “now it’s official. Welcome to the scene.”

Rodrick feels a swell in his chest, looking down at your genuine smile. He’s been just a little guarded all day, but… now he gets it. You actually want him around. It’s not a joke. It’s not a trick. You’d wanted his band to be immortalized next to yours on this greasy, strangely beautiful wall.

He catches you off guard, pulling you into a tight hug. You blink once or twice, then wrap your arms around him, smiling against his chest.

“Hey!”

You pull away from each other, and turn to where the voice came from. It’s Ward, in an apron, by the counter.

“I got a job!” He’s grinning.

The two of you walk up to the counter and catch up, refusing to give him any details, no matter how much he wiggles his eyebrows.

~

So we jumped up on the table, and shouted “anarchy!”

And someone played a Beach Boys song on the jukebox

It was “California Dreamin’”

So we started screamin’

“On such a winter’s day!”

~

The two of you sit at your little table, the sun beginning to set outside. You’re laughing at some high school story he’d been telling you- something about how he’d been in love with some girl and ruined her sweet 16.

He pauses, taking a sip out of his glass bottle, beaming.

“God, and she was really into N’Sync, so we spent all this time learning ‘Tearin’ up my Heart’,”

You cackle, slamming your hands on the table, “Oh, god, no!”

“But last minute, I told Ben I wanted to sing, and he could play drums-”

“Can he play drums?”

“Nope!” Rodrick laughs, “And I sang in this high pitched voice- she wanted us in tuxes, but, um, I kinda wasn’t listening when my brother told me that? Also didn’t have the money. But I figured all black was good enough.”

“Did you learn any boy band moves?” You wipe away a stray tear that had escaped your eye.

“I wish. That would’ve been awesome, but, no. We did set off a bunch of pyro, and I jumped off the stage.”

“Pyro?!”

“Ben’s brother is in demolition,” Rodrick laughs, but feels a little pang of anxiety with the words that leave his lips.

You don’t notice his face change, still laughing. Rodrick grins at you, wanting to make the big reveal good.

“This family was loaded, okay? Country club rich. So, the pyro goes off, and it’s chaos. I was, like, dancing around her? And I backed up right into a giant ice sculpture of her head.”

You look at him, in shock, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, and then she tried to kill me with a mic stand, but ended up knocking over a chocolate fountain, and everyone got absolutely covered in chocolate… and then she hated me forever. Still hates me. That’s the girl from last night, by the way- my ‘girlfriend’?”

“No fucking way,” your eyes go wide. “That’s why you were staring each other down.”

Rodrick gives a satisfied nod, chuckling slightly.

“Well, I guess you learned your lesson: don’t trust the rich. First rule of punk.” You tease.

“Yeah, and if she’d actually liked it, I… I would probably be miserable,” He says, a look of realization on his face. You raise your eyebrows.

“I’d probably be at some fancy event right now wearing, like, a polo or something. Oh, god. I’d probably be working for her dad.” He looks down, eyes wide.

You boo him, giving him a thumbs down.

“I wouldn’t have met you,” He stares at you in surprise.

You smile, leaning towards him, your elbow on the table.

“I’m… so fucking glad all that bullshit back home happened,” He shakes his head, smiling, “Because now I’m here.”

“In a greasy, old pizzeria?” You smirk.

“In a greasy, old pizzeria, with you,”

You laugh, at a loss for words. Something about Rodrick seems to have bloomed today, and you like it. It’s like he finally evened out. You lean closer to him.

“I’m glad I’m here with you too,” You smile.

Your lips almost touch, but the buzzing of your cell phone interrupts you. You groan. It's Mike.

“Hey, what's up?”

“They got us! They fucking got us!”

Rodrick hears Mike screaming through the phone, and feels his heart drop.

“What? Who got us? What are you talking about?” Your heart skips a beat.

“They smashed the window! And wrote all over the walls! It's like Sharon Tate all over again!”

Your jaw drops. He's serious.

“Mike, who?”

You hear the sound of glass crunching down the line, along with Mike's enraged muttering.

“How many people did we kick out last night?” He spits.

You take a second to think.

“A lot. It got crazy.”

“Did we have to put anybody on the list?”

You make eye contact with Rodrick. His eyebrows knit together in worry.

“Yeah, there were a few.”

The List is only to be used in extreme circumstances. Any bar patrons found guilty of irredeemable asshole behavior have their IDs taken, photocopied, and returned as their asses are kicked out the front door. You're not sure how legal it is, but it's very effective.

The guy who had punched Rodrick last night, along with all of his friends, had absolutely made The List.

“I know who it was,” your voice shakes, “I’ll be right over.”

You hang up, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Did he say someone smashed the window?” Rodrick breathes in disbelief.

“Yeah,” you put your head in your hands, “do you know the name of that guy who punched you?”

“Ugh. Bryan Kent.” Rodrick frowns.

“Do you think he'd do something like that?”

“Yeah.” He says, without hesitation.

“Fuck!” You sigh, “At least we have a name.”

Rodrick looks at you, guilty, like he might cry. You feel a pang of sadness.

“No, no, sorry. Shit. Don’t feel bad, it’s not your fault, I’m just pissed off.” You ramble.

The bar is like your baby. Though you’ve only worked there a year, it means a lot to you. Mike had drunkenly promised to leave it to you several times, and you feel a strong protective urge over it.

“I gotta go,” you grimace, “Should I take you home?”

He nods, looking dejected.

There are two cop cars parked outside Rodrick’s apartment building, and you notice him gripping the door handle tightly.

“Wonder what that’s about?” You murmur.

“Could you take me around the back?” Rodrick’s voice shakes.

You look at him, raising an eyebrow, but circle around back anyway.

 He opens your car door and gets out.

“Hey,” you stop him, “that was really fun. I hate that it ended this way, but… we’ll see each other again, okay? I don’t want this to be a one time thing. I… I really like you.”

“Me either.” He nods. His voice is cold, and his eyes are void of all emotion.

You know something is wrong, but you have bigger problems on your hands right now.

“Okay,” you give him a weak smile.

He grimaces, and shuts the door. You watch him walk through a grimy back entrance, and pull off.

“Rodrick, dude,” Ben looks at him with bug eyes when he walks through the door, “the fucking cops were here!”

Rodrick freezes.

“Did they leave?”

“Yeah, but they were looking for you, man.” His voice is hushed and panicked.

Rodrick checks the window, and the cop cars are gone.

“What did they say?”

“Something about your name being associated with a crime scene?”

Rodrick turns to look at him, “What?”

~

So while you sit back and wonder why

I got this fuckin’ thorn in my side

Oh my god, it’s a mirage

I’m tellin’ y’all, it’s sabotage

~

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