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katiexpunk · 8 months

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Crying Over Spilt Detergent | Joel Miller x f!reader

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader Rating: 18+ Minors DNI Word count: ~3K Warnings: A bit of an unrealistic fuck, emotions, cheating, fingering, unprotected p in v, soft!Joel, feelings, crying, praise kink, size kink. There are no physical descriptions of reader apart from clothing and reference to a “red line” in her palm from holding a laundry basket. Read on AO3 A/N: Well, this was a surprise. Had a pretty shitty day :( and just needed to write to get out of my head so I decided to do a one shot. This fandom always makes me smile, and I hope you all enjoy this. Still new to writing for Joel, and fics in general, so please be kind. If you like it, consider liking, commenting or reblogging -- really helps encourage me to keep going, and tbh, it would be a welcome distraction. Thanks hunnie bunnies, ilysm.

The laundry basket wedged onto your hip is starting to get uncomfortable, heavy from the clothes you’ve neglected the past few weeks. Your grip on the plastic edge is beginning to leave a red line in the crease of your fingers.

The laundromat wasn’t a far walk, but it wasn’t particularly short, either – the distance just enough to be a bit of a burden.

You don’t mind.

You need to clear your head after the shitty day you’ve just had.

After what you’ve just learned.

The sun dips below the horizon, and the typical Americana summer night rolls in.

You amble down the narrow sidewalk, taking the town in for what it is – what it’s always been.

The air was thick with the sweet smell of barbecue smoke from the nearby grill. The yellow street lights started to flicker on, staining the darkening streets with their harsh, synthetic glow. The sound of cold beers being toasted rings out from the nearby bar.

The asphalt, still warm from the summer sun, hums beneath your feet. The aging brick buildings, with their chipped paint and well-worn charm, watch over the streets like silent sentinels, their windows reflecting the moonlight.

You pause to move the basket to your other hip, and that’s when you see it.

Sometimes the smallest towns hold the biggest secrets.

The title of the book reflects back at you through the glass pane of the bookstore window.

You smirk.

It’s not the town.

It’s the people.

You should know. X X X

The bright red LAUNDROMAT sign lights the night sky. The OPEN sign hangs in the window.

You step through the threshold, relieved to finally have some respite from the stickiness of the humidity.

You walk toward the washing machines, and release your now-aching grip on the basket onto the counter in front of you.

As you gaze around, you’re grateful to find that nobody is there.

Not that you expected anyone to be there – not at this hour, anyway.

The worn-out linoleum, the rhythmic hum of the old machines, the scent of detergent and bleach – as weird as it is, you’ve come to appreciate it.

You like doing your laundry at night.

Alone in your solitude.

Alone in your mind.

With your laundry now loaded into the drum, you’re fumbling with the oversized detergent bottle.

Damn thing.

Before you know it, it slips from your grasp.

The cap pops open and a cascade of neon-blue liquid spills onto the floor beneath you.

Shit.

God damn it.

Holding the now-empty detergent bottle, your heart lurches, the weight of the accident pressing down on you, compounding everything that’s already happened today.

The detergent puddle expands slowly, seeping into the grooves between the tiles, lacing the air with an overpowering scent of artificial freshness.

You clumsily step back, your sneakers slip on the slick surface and you fall to the floor.

The overwhelming scent of the detergent fills your senses, and the now literal pain in your ass exacerbates the sudden sting of tears welling up in your eyes.

Great. This is just what you need.

You sit there, head down, covered in goo, your face warm and your cheeks wet, when the familiar ring of the bell above the door catches your attention.

A man steps through.

His boots thud softly against the ground and the door swings shut behind him.

Through your blurry gaze, you look up and are surprised at who you see.

Joel Miller.

You’ve never talked to him before, and only know his name because…well, people talk.

Not many people come into this town, and especially not people that look like him.

All you know about him is that he’s new in town, here for a few months to oversee the construction job of the new hospital. He’s single. Lives with his teenage daughter, Sarah.

Apart from that, he’s a total stranger.

While you haven’t actually spoken with him, you’ve definitely stolen a few glances at him around town – at the hardware store up the street in the paint section; in the frozen section of the grocery store with a Hungry-Man in his hand; nursing a glass of whiskey at the bar after a long day.

Joel pauses at the entrance of the laundromat and stares at you and the soap-painted canvas you’ve turned the floor into.

“Shit, honey. Are you alright?” he asks with delicate caution, voice low, as he walks towards you.

Even in your state, you pause to notice the sweetness of his southern drawl.

He crouches down, facing you, and the tread of his boots grazes the puddle of detergent.

You look up at him, eyes red and swollen from the torrent of tears that had moments before been cascading down your cheeks. The harsh fluorescent light overhead reflects off your glistening tears, playing across your distraught features like a lachrymose prism.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." your voice cracks, the lie too heavy on your trembling lips.

For a moment, silence claims the laundromat, before you drop the act entirely.

"No…no, I'm not," you admit, your voice shattering the quiet.

He’s only just met you, but the visible pain in your eyes causes his heart to hurt.

“C’mere, let’s get you off this floor,” he says as he offers you his large palm.

You place your hand in his.

With a gentle pull, he helps you up from the cold, hard ground. As you rise, you slightly stumble, and he instinctively pulls you into a comforting embrace.

His kindness, his warmth, catch you by surprise.

You find refuge in his arms, your body sinking into his as he wraps you in a protective hug.

You notice a faint, distinctive scent swirling around him - a mix of woodsmoke, fresh laundry - although that’s probably you - and an underlying hint of pine and aftershave. It's a comforting, welcoming smell, a smell that somehow feels like home.

Nestled in his strong arms, you find unexpected solace to the harsh reality of your pain.

“So, ‘m guessin’ you’re not just cryin’ over spilt detergent,” he says. Joel Miller is an observant man.

You release your grip around him, and take a step back, now painfully aware that you don’t actually know him, but you could have stayed in his embrace for hours.

“No, I…um. No. It’s not about the detergent,” you pause to lock eyes with him. “It’s just, I’ve had a no good, really awful fucking day, and now,” you pause to take a breath, your arms lifting and falling by your sides in exasperation “...this.”

Joel looks around at the mess, at you, and places both of his hands on his hips. He wants to ask you what’s wrong, about your day, but he doesn’t want to pry.

Instead, he simply says, “Yeah, I’d say this is quite the mess you’ve got yourself into here, sweetheart.”

He has no idea.

“C’mere, I’ll help you clean it up,” he offers as his head tilts to the janitor's closet in the back.

You normally wouldn’t be so quick to accept a stranger's help, but you’d be there until the morning if you had to clean up the mess yourself.

It's not like you wanted to go home anyway, not after what happened, but you don't particularly want to spend all night in the laundromat, either.

In the closet, you find an old mop and bucket and a handful of extra towels.

You grab them, walk back to the sea of soap, and you both drop to your knees to begin to clean up the mess.

While the floor gets cleaner, you both get dirtier – wet and soapy from the mundane and repetitive task of swiping the detergent off the floor, rinsing it in the water in the bucket, and bringing it back to the floor.

You don’t speak.

Halfway through your cleanup job, Joel is the first to break the silence.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks gently, his voice soft yet inviting, sincerity and genuine concern reflected in his tone.

You stop cleaning.

“My boyfriend – he, um. He’s cheating on me,” you cough out, feeling the tears begin to well in your eyes once more.

You go back to cleaning to distract yourself, noticing the scuffs from countless footsteps etched into the tiles.

“With my sister,” your confession hangs in the air.

Joel inhales sharply, his heart aching for you once more.

“I guess it’s been going on for a while now,” you continue.

“I came home from work today to find a note on our kitchen table –”

“He told me –” You trail off, and you’re full-on crying again, unable to keep your tears at bay, the droplets falling to the ground create little soap bubbles as they mingle with the detergent and the friction of the towel.

“He told me it’s over. He packed his stuff and he left.”

“Seven years and the fucker couldn’t even tell me in person.”

Your sadness was starting to be replaced with something else, something grittier and darker – rage.

You furiously begin cleaning the floor – there’s hardly any detergent left, yet, you scrub.

Mid-sweep of the rag, Joel places his palm over the top of your hand to stop the movement.

His touch is warm and reassuring.

"Damn…’m really sorry, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. It's a simple response, stripped of any pretense. “You don’t deserve that.”

As he looks you directly in your eyes, you can’t help but notice the flecks of amber in his gaze.

It stirs something low in your belly.

Joel admires the soft features of your face as you stare back at his. Your beautiful, somewhat bloodshot eyes – your swollen and pillowy lips.

Fuck.

He knows you’re sad, but did you have to look so hot like this?

Joel knows it’s wrong, he knows he just met you, but for some inexplicable reason, he just wants to make you feel good.

He pauses, swallowing the lump in his throat, and edges closer to you on his knees so your knees straddle the empty space between him and his thigh.

Gently, he lifts his hand, the calloused palm coming to rest against your soft, tear-streaked cheek.

The world around you seems to fade away as he brushes away the remnants of your tears with his thumb, his touch as light as a feather.

Your eyes meet, and a silent exchange of emotions begins to swirl in your depths.

Joel watches your breathing hitch, your eyes reflecting surprise. Slowly, cautiously, he moves his thumb down to trace the contour of your trembling lips.

He pauses, waiting for you to pull away.

You don’t. You’re not really sure why.

The anticipation builds as he leans in, your faces only inches apart.

Your breaths mingle together momentarily, and then he plants a soft kiss on your lips.

You hum in delight at the feeling of his lips.

You happily accept his eager tongue and swoon when you notice he tastes like mint toothpaste. It’s intoxicating.

Joel pulls away, realizing that what he’s doing probably isn’t a good idea.

You’re sad, and you’ve just had the worst day ever, and he doesn’t even know your name for christs sake.

“I – shit, sorry. I don’t know what came over me there…I just realized I don’t even know your name,” he says, brow creased in concern and the starting looks of regret.

“You’ve had a bad day, and you’re sad. I don’t wan –” you interrupt him, lips crashing fiercely into his.

Still on your knees, you put your arms around his neck and intertwine your fingers through his hair.

This whole day has felt like a living nightmare. Completely out of your control.

But this? This you can control.

You’ve just met him, but god, you’ve never wanted someone so fucking bad.

Joel holds you by the waist close to his chest, and you can feel his hard cock beginning to strain against you in his jeans.

Your lips part with his briefly and you lean forward to whisper your name in his ear.

He groans in response. Learning your name, shit, even the sound of your name causes more blood to flow to his already hard dick.

With one hand on your waist, you start to feel the other one slowly inching down the curve of your ass, around your hip, and into the space between your two bodies.

The tips of his fingers find the elastic waistband of your cotton shorts and thin underwear you’re wearing. His hand slips below both, and his fingers quickly find the soft skin between your legs.

He begins to spread your folds, feeling your stickiness.

You’re wet. You’re so fucking wet.

He slowly pushes a finger into you.

“Gonna make you feel you feel real good, sweetheart, just like you deserve,” he says.

With his finger inside you, he watches you closely – he drinks in the way you hold your breath as he fills you.

He adds a second finger and scissors them in and out until your breathing is ragged and you’re limp against his chest.

His fingers retreat from your tight hole, and he begins to draw circles over your clit, finally giving you the friction you need.

His fingers remain relentless, and the rising heat of your orgasm quickly approaches.

“Joel, mmmm,” your breathless moans echo in his ear, and your face goes tight, then unravels into a rush of sticky sweet release.

“That’s it, baby. Look so beautiful like this,” he praises.

Joel removes his hand and raises his glistening fingers up to his lips, and licks them clean of you.

“Need to fuck you, sweetheart,” he says as he palms at his length.

You both rise to stand, and he lifts you up on top of the washer.

You quickly reach out to unbuckle his belt and release him from his jeans.

Shit.

He’s so big.

He takes himself in hand and swipes his length a few times, using his pre-cum as lube.

As if to know what you were thinking, Joel says, “It’s okay, I think we’ll make it fit.”

Joel positions himself between your legs and then notches his heavy cock and its red weeping tip at your entrance and begins to push himself inside you.

You gasp.

“Fuck –”

“So tight, such a sweet little cunt,” he says during his pause, letting you adjust to the size of him before he starts to move.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and tug at the fabric of his shirt, and he pulls you closer into him with each thrust of his hips.

You’re dripping for him, practically gushing – his thick member glides in and out of you with ease, and you savor each thrust he gives you.

You just met, but by the way he fucks in and out out of you, you could have sworn your bodies were made to be connected.

He can feel his release starting to build, but he wants to get you there before him.

He snakes a hand to your core, rubbing tight circles against your throbbing clit and he thrusts into you harder.

“Good girl,” thrust, “such a good girl,” thrust.

It’s almost enough, his praise. You’re almost there.

Your fingernails dig little crescents into his back, and he coos, “Want you to come for me again, baby. Come on my cock –”

His voice and the command he gives you are enough to send you over the edge.

Your mind goes blank for the second time tonight as your orgasm ripples through you.

Your tight walls clamp down on him.

He watches as you throw your head back, moans spilling from your lips as your body releases subtle shakes.

“Fuck, that was pretty,” Joel growls. “Gonna cum, need to cum,” he pants.

He gives you a few more rolls of his hips before he quickly pulls out, and shoots his hot milky load onto your belly.

Both of your breaths come to a slow, and he looks at you affectionately, “you okay?”

You nod. “Yes,” and for the first time today, you actually are.

“Looks like we have another mess to clean up,” Joel quips as a smile washes over his face.

He helps you off the washer, and helps you clean yourself off.

You both finish what you entered the laundromat to do – laundry.

You talk while your clothes dry.

He helps you fold yours. You help him fold his.

Once done, you walk out of the laundromat together, unsure of where to go from here.

“Come on, I’ll give you a ride,” Joel says, as he nods towards his truck.

You accept his offer, no longer needing a walk to clear your head.

Both on the passenger side of the truck, Joel pauses as it suddenly dawns on him that he never told you his name.

“How’d you know my name?” he asks.

“It’s a small town,” you say, “everyone talks.”

And has their secrets.

END

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chaotic-iguana · 11 months

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Based on this ask here. Here’s my masterlist and ao3 link.

Summary: Reader teases Joel all day, seemingly getting away with it until a few days later when he decides to get his payback, with a little bit of angst and plot sprinkled in. based on above request. (no/pre-outbreak AU.)

Pairing: husband! joel x reader (no use of y/n)

Wordcount: 4k (yeah i know. i know)

Warnings: bondage, dacryphilia, edging/denial, overstim, mean daddy dom! joel basically just fixing your attitude, smut and fluff, a little angst but its ok he takes care of it, implied/referenced age gap, husband! joel, soft joel but also most importantly malewife! joel ofc. MDNI please

A/N: so i went way off the prompt here and fleshed this out into a whole fic (my longest one yet actually); i hope you dont mind. i did change some elements, but it is still a pre-outbreak fic with an established relationship, and joel does technically punish reader for the pool party. i sprinkled some (~2k words) plot in to sort of have the forgetting about it element yk? and also im just feral for husband joel so this was an extremely experimental fic. i really hope you like it!

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So far, it had been a really good day. Your newly-moved-in next door neighbors invited you, Joel, and Sarah over (along with half the block) for their housewarming party. For the first two or so hours, you sat on a reclined chaise next to the pool, watching Sarah splash around with the kids down below while Joel sat next to the grill with the other men, drinking a beer and in a seemingly animated conversation with someone.

You wanted to laugh at the scene, witty comments about white men crowding to gossip about one of their three common interests - football, grilling or women - sitting just on the tip of your tongue while you chatted with Mia, your long-time neighbor and friend. Lying in the sun with a mimosa in hand, a book on one side of you and a companion on the other made something itch in your brain; a need to break the comfortable lethargy that had set in your bones.

You were just this close to melting into the lawn chair out of boredom - lifting your head to scan your surroundings for Joel again, squinting underneath a furrowed brow when you can’t seem to find him. He was just there. Huffing, you grabbed the overshirt you had on-his flannel, actually, and pulled it up over your head. Gesturing for Mia to pass over the sunscreen, you took some out in your hand before starting to rub it in circles all over your arms, chest, stomach and legs.

You were about to turn and try and get some on your back as well, when a man you don’t remember meeting before walked up to you and asked if he could “help you out”. You stuttered and told him it was alright, your husband would do it for you, swiveling your head to find him but gritting your teeth when once again, you couldn’t find Joel. Growing increasingly irritated, you turned to your friend, rolling your eyes at her teasing grin. “Where is he?” you mused, equal parts irritated with Joel for going MIA and with the creepy man you could see still hovering just a few steps away. “Why don’t you go find him? I’ll look after Sarah and yell for you if something happens,” she offers, smiling with a knowing glint in her eye.

He’d been busy with some big construction contract these past two weeks, and the one morning you thought he’d be able to spend with you was spent with him passed out on the couch; apparently Tommy had needed to be bailed out late the previous night and he’d slipped out while you were sleeping. You missed Joel. He should have been the one helping you with sunblock, not some random guy-John, you’d learned, from two streets down with a chihuahua and a dentistry clinic not too far-who also evidently lacked the ability to shut up, because now your head was swimming with useless things about him he’d offered up to catch your attention, obviously thinking your “husband” was an excuse to end the conversation.

So maybe you conveniently forgot to put the shirt back on and decided to find Joel in your skimpy swimsuit. Maybe you even batted your lashes at a few of the men gathered on the other side of the pool, and laughed a bit too sweetly and easily at their terrible jokes and obvious flirting. Just as you were about to ask if they’d seen where Joel went, the man himself materialized behind you. You felt a possessive hand grip your waist as he peered at the guys you were talking to with something in his gaze aggressive enough to suddenly make all the men stuttering, bumbling fools who were instantly unable to meet your eyes, sheepishly muttering excuses before turning back to each other. Suppressing a grin, you turned to him and brought a hand up to his cheek, peering up at him through your lashes. “So evasive, Mr. Miller. I was having such a hard time finding you, I had to settle for spending some time with other people, instead.” You watched his gaze get darker, hardening as he trailed it over your form. Got him.

“Let me introduce you to my new friend, John. He’s a dentist and he has the cutest dog,” you grip his wrist and tug him behind you before waving at John enthusiastically and walking up to him. John, you found, was also a complete idiot, because he choked on a greeting when he caught sight of your nipples through the swimsuit. Nevertheless, you persisted. “Meet my husband, Joel.” You point at John, explaining to Joel “Y’ know he’s also really kind? Offered to help me apply my sunblock without me asking. I was struggling with my back and chest, wasn’t I John?” you turn back to the man in question with another deceivingly charming smirk, watching him wither under Joel’s scowl and nod meekly; mumbling an apology and slinking towards the drinks.

Catching sight of Joel’s thunderous expression, you innocently raise a brow at him before stretching exaggeratedly, palming his bulge subtly as you move your hands over your head. “Sitting around in all this heat, think I need to cool off for a bit. See ya later” is all you offer to him, slipping into the adults’ side of the pool before he can retaliate, biting your lip in an effort not to snicker at the frustration teeming from him: clenched fists and tightened jaw, narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. He let out a long, shuddering breath before waving back to Sarah and stalking back to his friends.

Overall, the party was pretty boring. But holding Joel’s gaze every time you bent forward just a littlemore than necessary, giggled at someone’s musings more than was warranted, or bit your lip in that way you knew drove him crazy before turning away from him and back to whoever you were speaking to? Priceless. You’d be willing to pay to do it again.

His breaking point was when he saw you get out of the pool, water dripping from your hair and mascara smudged just enough to send images of you with his cock down your throat flashing in his mind - him slamming his beer bottle down before smiling tightly at his companions and thanking the hosts, grousing something about an early morning before his hand was around your wrist and Sarah bundled in his other arm - barely giving you any time for goodbyes as you were being dragged behind him in the direction of your home.

Laughing at his desperation, you cocked a questioning brow at him before feighning naïvety to the situation. “What’s wrong? I thought you were kept plenty busy at the party, no? Why’re we leaving so soon?” you questioned, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth as you frowned at him and searched his face. “Not early. Been five hours, sweetheart. ‘S a school night, remember?” was all he remarked to you before opening the door and carrying Sarah up to bed.

You honest-to-God waited for him in bed, but the fatigue from such a thrilling evening caught up quickly after the adrenaline faded. Before you knew it, you’d fallen asleep in your new set of lingerie, blinking awake when your alarm went off at 5 am the next morning. Blearily pulling yourself out of bed, you groaned in frustration at the fact that you still hadn't gotten time with Joel and it was Monday again. Which inevitably meant he'd be caught up in his important contract this week too; coming home late, leaving early, the whole spiel.

The week passed by in a monotonous blur, and you got increasingly snappier with Joel in the short minutes that you did see him, frustrated with the distance that had developed between you two. On top of everything at home, work had gotten more stressful lately as sales didn’t meet the quotas and your boss decided to take it out on all of you. Normally, it wouldn’t have bothered you; he was a dick to you most of the time, but you couldn’t even rant about it to your favorite person because you barely saw him. You needed Joel - not just on top of you - holding you, talking to you, comforting you as before.

Friday rolled around, and turned out to be extremely shitty while it was at it. Your alarm didn’t go off, thanks to which you reached work thirty minutes later than usual after dropping Sarah off. Some intern had fucked up paperwork, and the fallout was promptly handed to you with a jeering tone and sharp glare as if it was somehow your fault. You’d forgotten lunch at home, so you had to spend the day on stale coffee and somehow bitter biscuits, and when you reached Sarah’s school to pick her up as usual they told you Joel had done it already. Feeling tears of frustration build up in your eyes, you dialed his number while climbing back into your car. Was it so difficult to communicate simple things like ‘I’ll pick her up today’? A text or quick call would have worked; saved you the trip and your boss’s biting remarks about your “priorities” while you walked out of the office to get to Sarah’s school in time.

When he didn’t pick up, you drove straight home. Fuck going back to work. You needed your bed. And Joel, but he clearly was too busy to so much as pick up a fucking phone. Wiping your eyes, you slammed the car door shut and started trudging to your bedroom, too overwhelmed to notice that the door had been unlocked. Jumping, you gasped in surprise when you walked it and saw Joel sitting on the bed, holding two wine glasses and looking up at you. “What the fuck, Joel? What are you doing here?” you bit out at him. He blinked up at you, frowning at your anger and the tear-stains on your cheek while you glared at him with eyes red from crying.

“Told the boys to handle it today, thought you looked a bit rough lately, wanted to spent the evening together. Dropped Sarah off at her friend’s house an’ was just about to call you to take the day off. You okay?” his tone was so gentle, concern evident in his voice as he reached a hand out towards you.

“Call me? Oh, so suddenly you’re capable of using a phone?” you bat his hand away and continue “And I’ve been looking rough?” your laugh is bitter, but your anger morphs into something sharper. “Maybe I’d look less rough if I saw my husband more often or if he could just pick up the damn phone and text me when he’s picking our daughter up so I don’t get into deeper shit with my stupid fucking boss!” You’re yelling by the end of it, but you can’t stop the words tumbling out now. “And I’ve missed you so much, tried so hard on Sunday, but you just didn’t come to bed. This week has been absolute dogshit-fucking interns messed everything up and somehow it’s on me-and you’ve been so distant,so I’m so sorry for looking rough, Joel.” Your tears return with a vengeance, and you turn away from him as you feel them spill over your lashline, pressing your hands into your eyes as your shoulders shake.

And suddenly he’s in front of you, solid and warm and there again, crowding you into his arms and holding you tight against him. “I’m sorry, honey. I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been here, and it’s been tearing me apart too. Missed you every damn day, shoulda seen how I’ve been at the site all week. Been snapping at everyone left and right. And I’m sorry I didn’t pick up - my phone was chargin’ an’ Sarah was telling me a story the whole way there so I didn’t see you’d called till just now.” His hand cradles your head under his chin as the other strokes your back, and he’s so gentle you want to cry harder.

You stay there for a while until you feel calmer, pulling back to look up at him. His eyes are wide, swimming with worry as he wipes your cheeks with his thumb. You sniff, bringing a hand up to swipe your nose, and grimace apologetically at the wet patch of snot, tears and makeup on his chest. At the quizzical way he raises a brow, you clarify, with a grin: “I’ve completely ruined your shirt.”

“Could think of better ways to ruin shirts, baby. An’ don’t think your effort on Sunday went unnoticed either. Was so damn ready to rip that lacy set off ya, but some idiot kid told Sarah a ghost story an’ I had to check under the bed n’ in the closet every two minutes till she fell asleep. By the time I crawled into bed, you were asleep and looking so peaceful I didn’t wanna wake you. ‘M sorry, honey”. His thumb was rubbing circles on your cheek now as he looked down at you, regret written all over his face.

Softening, you reached up to press a kiss on the corner of his mouth. And another on the other side. And another, until you were just ghosting your mouth all over his face and jaw, giggling when his lips twitched into a smile. “There’s my girl” he whispered into the kisses, making you beam as your kisses got more feverish, more urgent. All the need from the past few weeks came rushing back, making you dizzy with desperation as you caught his bottom lip between your teeth and tugged, moaning softly at the hitch in his breath.

Suddenly, your wrists were caught by one of his hands and he was stepping back. “Then again, honey, found it really fuckin’ difficult not to notice you at that party when you were teasin’ me all evenin’. Did ya enjoy putting on a show for our neighbors, hm?” his thumb trailed your jaw, fingers curling under your chin as you nodded. “That’s not something good girls do, is it now?” And then he was ducking his head, sucking bruises into your neck and soothing them with his tongue. He chuckled at the whimper that escaped you, his hand coming down to swat your ass. “Answer me, sweet thing. Do good girls go around begging for attention when they know daddy’s gonna take care ‘f them?” the rasp of his voice cut through the haze building in your head as you gasped when he nibbled your ear.

“N-no daddy. Plea-please take care of me,” you whined, trying to pull your hands from his unrelenting grasp as you felt him swat your ass again. He just gripped them harder, nipping at your neck before he pulled away completely, chuckling at your alarmed whimper.

“Relax, sweetheart. Course ‘m gonna take care of you. But I gotta punish you, too, remember? Didn’t think I forgot John and his adorable dog so quick, did ya?” His smirk became animalistic as he nudged you to the bed, pawing at your clothes to guide you to take them off.

“Wouldn’t know how it works at your age, old man. Thought your memory mighta started to go by now,” you coo up at him, eager to see him undone. His answering snarl prompted your smirk to widen before he looked down at you with a tight set to his jaw.

“Got such a mouth on you, babygirl. ‘S okay, I’ll take care ‘f it,” was all the warning you got before his hands were everywhere, groping and grabbing at you while his mouth resumed its assault on your neck. His bites got harsher, making you yelp, and he grinned against your skin before lapping at the near-broken skin before trailing his lips downwards.

He pinched your nipples harshly, rolling them between his thumb and forefingers before ducking down to catch one between his teeth and tug cruelly, making you release high-pitched moans as your back arched into him. Switching sides, he starts flicking the other one and smoothing over it when you whimper before trailing hot open-mouthed kisses into your sternum and moving down your body to settle with his head between your legs. Turning to the side, he started nipping the inside of your thighs; rolling the flesh between his teeth and sucking at it till they were matted blue and purple. Leaning back to admire his handiwork, he brought his mouth down to press kisses just above your mound, moving back to your thighs before you huffed and bucked your hips. His eyes glinting dangerously, he smiled up at you before tilting his head. “Need somethin’, baby?” his voice was laced with amusement as he drawled the question up at you, watching you buck under him.

At the stubborn shake of your head, he laughed before dragging a thumb down your folds, holding it up for you to see the slick coating it. "Y'sure, pretty?" you could hear the cockiness creeping into his voice and it just made you needier, whining down at him to do anything. His mouth ghosted over your clit, stubble scratching right there before he moved down to your thigh again, making you wind a hand into his hair and pull, albeit harshly. Tutting, he pushed up onto his elbows. "Wasn't very nice, now was that?” his lips quirked to the side at the sight of your frustration before you stuttered out a pathetic "t-touch me, please", at which he laughed again.

“Needy little thing. Let’s fix that attitude, hm?” and he pushed off entirely, stalking to the closet and pulling out a tie. Looming over you, he weaved the strip of fabric between your headboard and secured your wrists to it. “Too tight?” he checked, looking down at you to sense any discomfort. When you pulled experimentally to check and showed him it was alright, he went back to his earlier position. Blowing a breath over your cunt, he relished in your squirming before grazing your clit with his teeth and pressing down softly before lapping at it. Pressing kisses against you, he slid a finger inside you and began pumping it at an agonizingly slow pace. Feeling your orgasm approach embarassingly fast, you opened your mouth to warn him, but just as you began clenching against his finger, he pulled away to pull the hood of your clit back and blow on it again, making you keen.

Smiling, he inserted three fingers into you roughly before using his teeth on your clit again, your sensitivity making you mewl and rock your hips away, but his other hand attached itself to your hip to pin you to the mattress before his fingers began fucking into you in earnest. Pulsating in his mouth, you felt yourself about to clamp down again before he pulled out and away once more. Whining and kicking your legs out in aggravation, you frowned down at him and watched him smirk at your tantrum.

This time, he kept his head up to maintain eye contact with you while he ground his palm against your clit and squeezed three fingers into you again. Bringing you to the edge once more, he answered your devastated whimper at the denial by slapping your clit in rapid succession, each hit harder than the last and making your thighs twitch.

He continued for what felt like hours. The sun went down, and with it the lingering scraps of your pride and expectation to come. He edged you until you were a mumbling mess, babbling broken pleas down at him; till your clit was painfully red and swollen and your slick was running down your thighs. Tears were flowing down your face as you bucked your hips in search for his fingers, but his merciless chuckle taunted you again as you sobbed. “P-please, please, ple-please, gonna be g-good, please…” Your voice broke with every word you wailed, and he contemplated for a second before nodding and entering you in a single thrust.

You could feel the tip of his cock kissing your womb, overwhelming you to the point of pain. A wince marked your features, making him pause and strum your clit before starting to fuck into you at a brutal pace. You were yanking against your restraints now, eyes rolling back into your head every time he entered into you - hitting the spot that made your thighs begin to shake uncontrollably.

Your babbles were reduced to mono-syllabic moans, rendering you unable to warn him of the release you felt coiling in you. When you started clenching against him, he just doubled down the force of his thrusts and the movements against your clit, delighting in the way you twitched at the oversensitivity as he drew out your orgasm. “D-daddy, nnh-D-Da-Daddy” was all you could get out as the oversensitivity consumed you, making you go limp as his pace didn’t falter.

He gripped your chin and leaned forward to spit into your open mouth, eyeing the drool dribble down your chin as your jaw hung slack. “What is it pretty girl? Use your words.” Another thrust. You opened your mouth to answer him, to beg him to slow down, but all that came out was a pathetically shrill “ca-can’t” as he rolled his hips into yours halfway through your word, making you choke. “Eager enough to whore herself out in public, but when she gets what she needs she can’t? Too bad, pretty girl, you’re gonna get it now.” He stopped for a glorious second, reaching down to rest his forehead on yours before planting kisses on your face and forehead to give you a second to breathe. Glancing up at your straining wrists, he pulled at the knot of his tie to free them, then resumed his previous speed.

Raking your fingers down his back, your eyes fluttered shut at the continued drive of him impaling you on his cock, meeting his mouth in sloppy kisses as his fingers came down to flick over your clit again. “Again.” His command sent a jolt through you, pulling you taut as every cell in your body pushed itself to overdrive to obey and every sensation seemed to multiply tenfold. Joel was everywhere, consuming your entire being, and you felt your joints lock up as your hips arched off the bed before you were cumming devastatingly hard, soaking him with the force of your release. His fingers kept abusing your clit, your whole body jerking with the force of the hypersensitivity. He pressed in impossibly deeper, sobs hiccuping from you and weak hands pushing at his chest. He pressed into you languidly, in slow, deep strokes that left you ruined before gasping in your ear and cumming deep inside you.

Going limp on top of you, he pressed his face into your neck and lay on you as you both caught your breath - ruining the peaceful moment by looking up at you with a boyish grin and a twinkle in his eye, glancing down at your joined forms and snickering like a child finding much-coveted candy. At the furrow in your brow, he elaborated - “Who knew all it took was a little edgin’ to make you squirt, huh?” And judging by the tone of his voice, you knew it wouldn’t be long before he was going to test that theory. And he did - twenty minutes later. And again. Over and over, until your cunt was convulsing and throbbing with oversensitivity - only then did he pull away, gathering you in his arms and holding you to him before suggesting softly, “Sarah wanted to stay over for the rest of the weekend. Let’s pick her up on Sunday, and how about you and me take some time to ourselves, hm?” You nod into his chest, voice too hoarse to reply, and hum in contentment as he starts stroking your hair. You needed to act out more often.

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My Friends Uncle

Chapter 2:The Barbecue

Relationship: Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: Sorry this kept getting pushed loves, I was lowkey lacking on this one and I just had school and work on top of it, but thankfully it’s finally yours! Also I apologize if this seems rushed for y’all, I was trying to finish it as soon as possible for you guys. But it’s finally here! So here y’all go! Hope you like it!

Summary: Being invited to another families barbecue is a chivalrous act, welcoming feeling, well let’s just say Reader gets more than a barbecue feast

Word Count: 9.3k

Warning ⚠️: Kissing, Smut, Fingering, P in V, you know the tags. (18+) {NO MINORS!!}

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Three weeks. Three long fucking weeks it has been since the night with Chris occurred. And from those weeks, neither one of you had any sort of contact whatsoever, merely because neither of you were able to exchange numbers. When you had awaken around noon and made your way downstairs, you realized the only people who were awake in the kitchen were Lisa, Ashley’s mom, Ashley herself looking completely dehydrated and still drunk, and right beside her was her younger brother, CJ, who was devouring a plate of waffles. The man of the house was nowhere to be seen or heard, as well as Chris. It was later that day you learned they had left to buy some supplies they needed since they had promised Lisa they’d finished building her gazebo. Unfortunately, by the time they had made their way back to the house, Lisa had already driven you back to your house.

That was three weeks ago, and if you were completely honest, you were desperate to see him again, yet the day never came. Whenever you’d go to Ashley’s you’d always hope he’d be there, but would always be left in disappointment when he wasn’t. You understood why neither of you were able to see each other, you were busy with school, family of your own, he was busy with work and his own personal issues he might have that the day to see one another just isn’t able to happen. However, what you didn’t know was how much Chris craved you just as much as you craved him. Ever since that night he hasn’t been able to get you off his mind, it’s all he can think about. The way you weighed underneath him, the way his named slipped from your mouth with each thrust he’d sent you, the way your whole skin glowed under the kitchen light, the way you smiled, laughed, you. He just couldn’t stop thinking about you. For the past three weeks, work has been a challenge for him considering his mind was always replaying the night’s events, nearly chopped off his own thumb while cutting a plank of wood when his mind had drifted off once again.

You were addicting and he was absolutely hooked on you. He needed you, he wanted you, yet the right day just hasn’t come. He’s thought about asking for you, but didn’t want to seem like a weirdo, nor did he want to rise suspicions from his family. He didn’t have any sort of social media so searching for your name was a bust, so he kept quiet. Quietly suffered until he eventually was able to see you again, so for now he’ll enjoy his families and friends company with some homemade barbecue and a couple of beers, after a long day at work he sure needed.

Chris sat on the bench, facing the house, beer bottle next to him as he prepared the barbecue sauce, while his brother and father hovered over the grill, his mom was somewhere inside the house grabbing whatever she needed along with Lisa and his two younger sisters baking desert in the kitchen. Some nephews and nieces were inside while some played outside.. let him rephrase that, the boys were inside playing the Nintendo while the girls played outside. Everyone was enjoying the day laughing, talking to one another, sharing stories and beers, it made Chris feel at ease, made him feel at home, but he wouldn’t lie when he admitted he’d enjoy it even more if he got to see you again. Hell, he wished you were there, maybe not sitting next to him with your hand interlocked with his, but just being there enjoying the day would brighten his day even more.

“You done with the sauce boy?” The sound of his fathers rough voice breaks Chris out of his thoughts, apparently he’d been mixing the barbecue for over 20 minutes now,

“Uh-Yeah,” He quickly says as he extends his hand with the bowl to his father, cheeks slightly heated when he gets a couple chuckles from his friends,

“I don’t know pops, I think he should mix it for another 20,” Sebastian, a good friend of Chris teases over his shoulder, smirk wide on his lips when he brings his beer to his lips,

Everyone, including Chris chuckle at his comment. He’s really gotta keep it together.

“Hey guys,” A small voice rings from the side of the house causing every pair of eyes to turn,

Walking towards the bench with full arms of plastic bags was Ashley, however, the smile that was plastered on Chris’s face falls the same time his heart beats rapidly in his chest when his eyes land on the other small figure appearing behind his niece. Mirroring the same figure as Ashley, you too had loads of groceries in your hands, even tried balancing a small watermelon underneath your arm that nearly slips from its hold when you lock eyes with those bright blue orbs that you haven’t seen for three weeks straight. A shy smile begins tugging on your lips the longer you remain eye contact, but was soon interrupted when Ashley yells at every men staring in their direction for help.

Chris was the first one off the bench and quickly made his way to the both of you. He quicken his steps when he heard someone else walking behind him, but let’s pretend he just quicken his pace when he saw how you and Ashley were struggling in holding everything.

“Let me give you a hand,” Chris tells you once he stood in front of you,

“Thanks,” You softly respond, shy smile still visible on your lips as he quickly took the plastic bags from your hands, yet, he made sure to brush his hand on your arm before gently taking the last bag from your grip,

Your eyes grow slightly wide at the contact and immediately look over at Ashley, but she was too busy handing her own groceries to Sebastian to even notice what was happening. Plus, Chris’ hulking frame was blocking the whole scene. Smirking at your reaction with a short chuckle he turns around and begins walking with the groceries, leaving you with only the small watermelon and a slightly flustered look. Once gathering yourself, you walk beside Ashley and begin greeting everyone outside.

“Your mom is inside,” Ashley’s father tells her before turning back around to the grill,

“Oh shoot! I forgot the sodas and ice in the car,” Ashley claims, but before she can turn around you stop her,

“I’ll go, I forgot my phone in the car,”

“I’ll give you a hand,” Chris quickly volunteers before anyone else can, Nodding her head and not thinking much about it Ashley hands you her keys before making her way inside the house the same time you turn to walk towards the side entrance of the house with Chris following right behind,

Butterflies soon begin to stir in your stomach when you walk in silence but can hear the way his heavy steps crunch against the rocks as he follows you. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous around him, or so intimidated, this is what you’ve been wanting, what you’ve been wishing for, to see him again but now that he’s right here, following in step with you, your nerves are skyrocketing like a madman wielding a machete. But with a deep inhale, you do your best in pushing down the buzzing feeling in your stomach and press the button on the remote to unlock the 2015 Land Rover. Walking towards the passenger side you open the door and look over your shoulder to find Chris standing behind the door. Blue eyes staring deep into your own.

“The ice is in the back,” You tell him, which he silently nods his head before making his way towards the trunk while you turn back to the passenger side,

As you grab your phone you can hear the trunk opening before hearing the sound of the ice being dragged against it. Once checking any messages and sending a quick message to your mom that you’ve arrived at Ashley’s, you make your way to the back of the car. However, the moment your frame was visible from the side of the car, a large hand is grabbing you by the elbow and shoving you against it, then feeling a pair of lips roughly colliding with yours. Earning a muffled groan and moan from you at the sudden moment, but react almost immediately to the kiss. One large hand cradled your cheek while the other gripped you tightly by the waist, squeezing every so often. Your own hands had already been lost in those brown soft locks of his, slightly pulling on his hair or massaging his scalp as you kiss him feverishly. However, the feeling of his knee slotting in between your legs and using that same hand that’s settled on your waist, he forces you down on his thigh earning a loud gasp from you which he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue into your mouth.

The only sounds that can be heard is heavy breaths being shared and lips smacking with one another. It was risky, having a heated make out session right outside your friends driveway, where anyone can appear or catch you if they angled their heads, even people who can be casually walking down the sidewalk would have a full blown view of you two, but that was the least of both your concerns at the moment. The only thing you two cared for was each others mouths, arms, warmth, and nothing else.

You two were so lost in the moment that things quickly began escalating when he slightly changed the angle to where he was now thrusting his hips into you, earning another gasp from you but also a muffled groan from Chris, however, the moment he tried to pin you down inside the trunk a muffled yelp leaves your lips when your shirt had risen and your heated skin made contact with the ice.

“Sorry,” Chris whispers against your lips, causing a chuckle to erupt from the both of you,

Still placing gentle kisses against your lips, Chris effortlessly pulls you with him until you’re in a seated position in the trunk. Legs spread apart as he stands in between them, lips not once parting from yours and only continuously places feather like kisses on your soft lips. With one final peck on your lips, his large hands cradle your face as he slowly pulls away. Bright beautiful blue eyes staring down at you with a small smile on his lips.

“Hi,” He whispers, smile slightly widening as his thumb rubs soothing circles against your cheek,

You softly chuckle, (E/c) eyes staring upward with pure light and happiness, “Hi,”

You both stare at one another, same smile plastered on your faces and just enjoying each other’s presence.

“I missed you,” You finally admit, heart fluttering when his smile slightly widens,

“Me too,” He claims, thumb still rubbing soothing circles on your cheek before bending down to place another gentle kiss to your lips, “Let’s head back,” Chris mumbles against your lips after the third kiss to your lips,

As much as he wanted this moment to last, to have your warmth near him, your lips molding with his, he knew you two had been gone for too long already and needed to go back before anyone began having suspicions or having them come looking for you both. So with a small sad smile you nod your head at him as you begin climbing off the trunk, but once your feet hit the pavement Chris bends down once again to place a chaste kiss to your lips one last time. Breaking the kiss with a wide smile, Chris slightly steps to the side to let you walk away, but is quick to grab your wrist before you can stand by the car.

“Hey wait, gimme you’re phone,” He says, dropping your wrist to let you pull out your device from your back pocket,

Unlocking it you hand him your phone, where Chris begins tapping on your screen without hesitation. A couple seconds later he hands you your phone with a smile, looking down you noticed his name was displayed on your screen with a message of a heart emoji at the bottom of the screen. As you were staring down at your phone a notification rings, looking up you watch as he digs into his front pocket before pulling out his own phone and turning it to you, right on his screen was your phone number with the same heart. You smile with a short chuckle as you bring your eyes towards his, he smiles at you before quickly typing on his phone and pocketing it back in its place.

“C’mon, let’s go,” He motions his head to the side before picking up the bag of ice from the trunk and stepping aside for you to grab the soda cases before closing the trunk behind you,

Locking the car you both make your way back towards the backyard and joining the rest of the group as if nothing happened. The both of you got separated the moment you two appeared, you get dragged by Ashley inside the house to help her finishing baking the dessert, and Chris by his friends as they just started a game of poker. You both give one last look before being dragged away, yet, you were able to catch the way he sends you a small wink before walking inside the home, which of course causes your face to heat up.

Asshole. Is all you can think of with a small smirk as you walk into the kitchen, which did not help with your heated features as the memory from three weeks ago come to play. Luckily, the room was already warm due to the oven being on, so you could’ve easily used it as an excuse for your heated cheeks. That might’ve been a good excuse, but it sure didn’t subside as you helped mixed the batter in a bowl in the same goddamn counter he fucked you in.

Was it wrong to have such a forbidden dangerous secret? Absolutely. Was it wrong to feel turned on as you mixed the batter in the counter? Definitely. Did it stop the wide grin from tugging on the corner of your lips? Definitely not.

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9:30 pm

“You gonna spend the night again, (Y/n)?” Gavin, Ashley’s dad, asks you while you help with picking up cups and plates from the table,

You shake your head as you reach for a napkin that nearly falls off, “Not today, I promised my mom I’d be home to babysit tomorrow,”

“Alright, you want us to drive you home or is your mom coming?”

“No I was planning on getting an Uber,”

“You’re not getting an Uber,” Chris’s deep voice joins in on the conversation, noticing how his voice sounded firm and clear,

Both you and Gavin turn to him where he too was tossing beer bottles into a trash can, however, your eyes grow wide from the way his voice sounded heavy and demanding. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit it sparked something inside of you.

“Yeah c’mon, let one of us drive you,” Gavin agrees with his younger brother and waves a hand in the air, referring to the people who were still at the house,

“No it’s okay really, it’s too much of a drive for you guys and you guys we’re drinking,” You try again, it’s not that you didn’t want a ride, it definitely would save you money but you felt too much of a burden if they drove you home, you didn’t exactly live two blocks away and you also didn’t want to risk them being stopped by the cops,

They can be real assholes if they want. Plus, knowing that Chris would be the one to drive home was dangerous, very dangerous for many reasons and the thought of being alone with him again made those same butterflies rise in your stomach. Not from fear, but from nervousness and excitement.

“You’re not taking an Uber (Y/n), I’m taking you home,” Chris firmly demands as he throws a heavy trash bag into the trash can before turning to you, blue eyes staring directly into yours, almost as if challenging you to argue back,

You didn’t. You couldn’t.

“It’s settled then. You’ve got a ride,” Gavin says, clapping his hands with a small smile before patting his brother on the shoulder and thanking him,

“Just give me a sec to throw the trash and we can head out,” Chris tells you, hands filled with black bags,

You nod your head, “I’ll go say bye to Ashley and everyone else then,”

Nodding at you he turns to leave towards the trash cans while you make your way inside the home where the rest of the family remained chatting and cleaning the kitchen. Once bidding your farewells and telling Ashley her uncle will give you a ride home, which she smiles with a breath of relief when she knows you’ll be getting home safely, you ended up giving them a hand in washing the dishes meanwhile Chris was ready to leave. It was after rinsing the fifth plate under the sink when you hear his voice echoing off the walls of the kitchen. Glancing over your shoulder you watch him give his own farewells to everyone, hugging and laughing with them before his eyes settle on your frame. You send him a small smile before turning back to the dish and rinsing off the remaining soap, while doing so you feel a large body stand next to you and a heavy hand settling on your lower half of your back.

“Ready?” He asks you, blue eyes looking directly into your own,

You smile at him with a nod before placing the clean dish on the rack with the rest of the dishes and wiping your hands with the towel dangling from the stove. You say your farewells once again and thank both Lisa and Ashley for always inviting you to their family gatherings, which they only wave you off before wrapping their arms around you with a wide welcoming smile.

Chris stood in the entrance of the kitchen admiring the whole thing, smile not once faltering from his lips as he watched his sister-in-law and niece embrace you, hugging you with warm, welcoming arms. It was something he’s always loved witnessing, it made him feel whole knowing you have always been accepted and welcomed into their family, and only wished you continued to be welcomed and accepted for whatever for the cause.

Once parting away from the mother and daughter, you turn to your left, locking eyes with Chris who stood leaning on the doorway with hands tucked into his pockets. Small smile on his lips.

“You ready?” He asks once again,

“Yeah,” You softly respond as you make your way towards him with Ashley following right behind you,

“Thanks again Uncle Chris for giving her a ride,” She tells him with a wide smile as she wraps her arms around his torso and burying her face into his stomach,

Chris smiles down at her as he wraps his own large arms around her, “You’re welcome Pug,” He places a peck on the crown of her head before looking up at you, eyes glimmering with deep lust, “Anytime,”

The look in his eyes was easy to hypnotize you, looking away from him seemed like a challenge, it was as if it had a hold on you the longer he stared at you, but eventually he ends it when he pulls away from Ashley, allowing you to exhale a soft shaky sigh through your nose. Stepping aside he lets you walk through the doorway as he waves goodbye to everyone one last time before hearing his heavy footsteps following you. Once outside, you wait for him to guide you to his car before walking. After walking past a couple of cars on the sidewalk, he eventually stops next to a black Audi A5 with the windows slightly tinted and rims colored black. It was a beautiful car for a beautiful man, making you fall even more. You stand and watch as he unlocks the car with the remote before opening the passenger side for you, making a shy smile form on your lips as you thank him before carefully climbing inside. The interior was just as beautiful as the rest of the car. Just like outside, the seats and dashboard were black leather, blue LED lights were visible underneath the door alongside where the gearshift rested in the middle, and it smelled like black ice mixed with his own cologne. It just screamed Chris all over it, making you fall in love with the car.. and him.

As you continued in admiring the car, the door to the drivers side opens up before Chris slides inside. Giving you a short smile he turns on the ignition and asks for directions, once placing it on the gps and revealing the minutes to your house Chris can’t help but let out a soft chuckle, causing you turn to him.

“Can’t believe you wanted to take an Uber,” He claims as he straps himself in and begins driving down the road,

“I didn’t want to be a burden,” You admit, fingers playing with the seatbelt around your waist,

A scoff leaves his lips, blue eyes turning to look at you but notices how your eyes are casted down on your lap. He didn’t like that, “Hey,” He softly says waiting until you meet his eyes, “You’re not, okay? My house is literally ten minutes away from you. It’s fine,”

Only ten? You thought to yourself. You couldn’t believe this entire time he was only ten minutes away from your parents home, from you. What a small fucking world. The ride to your parents house was in comfortable silence, except for his music playing softly through the speakers or both of your voices as you two would easily fall into a conversation. Literally about anything, from how the week treated you both, how school was going, to stories being shared between you two on what had happened throughout the weeks you both hadn’t seen each other. You both easily fell into conversation without any problems and that only made you realize just how much you two felt comfortable around each other, making a small smile tug on your lips from the realization.

After another few minutes driving, Chris eventually pulls into your street and within a couple blocks your house comes to view. Stopping a few feet away from the front lawn, Chris puts the gear in park and leaning his arm on the armrest.

“So who’s home?” Chris questions, eyes scanning the partly lit two story home before looking at you,

You glance out the window to see the living room light on along with the kitchen light, “Should be my parents and younger brothers,”

Chris hums watching the house once again before averting his gaze at you, only to already find your own eyes watching him in silence. You both stare at each other, waiting for the other to say something, to do something, anything. So Chris speaks first.

“You got a curfew I need to know about?” He whispers, hand reaching to place a strand of hair behind your ear,

You swallow, same butterflies building once again but you managed to slowly shake your head, eyes not once breaking away from his, “No.. just as long as I’m home to babysit tomorrow,”

Chris stays quiet, blue eyes darting from your eyes to your inviting lips to your covered chest then back up to your eyes. God how much he didn’t want the night to end, he barely even had you to himself since you’ve first arrived to his brothers house, you were with Ashley most of the time while he was with the adults by the grill. Although, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t spare a few glances your way, but it did mean he wasn’t able to get you alone for a split second without risking you both. But now, now it was just the two of you, no one else to catch you two, to stop you both from wanting each other. So, clenching his jaw with a soft exhale through his nose he lets the words slip.

“Wanna go for a ride then?”

“Yes,” You answered a little too quickly but you could careless, hell, Chris could careless on how you responded because the moment your answer leaves your lips he’s making a u-turn to head down the street he came back from,

With shaky fingers you managed to send out a quick message to your mother, letting her know you were still at Ashley’s and possibly might spend the night, but that you’ll let her know. About a minute later you receive a message from her, letting you know it’s fine just as long as you kept your promise for the following day. You smile down at the phone and message her back, simply telling her ‘always’ with a heart emoji.

The ride back to what you were assuming was his home, was in comfortable, thick silence. Soft music still played through the speakers but even that wasn’t enough to keep the thick tension from fading, if you were being honest it only seemed to get thicker the closer you got to his home. Just like he had mentioned, ten minutes later and a couple turns later, he was parking his car by the curb. Once putting the gear in park, he gives you a small smile before climbing out the car where you follow in getting out yourself. Standing before you was a tall bricked building which gave you an aesthetic vibe from its faded grey color, to the fire escapes mounted on the side of the building. The sound of the car locking behind you brings your eyes away from the building to Chris who stood near the hood of his car, smile on his lips as he watched you admire the building, then motions his head to the left indicating to follow him, which you do with nervous feet.

Opening the main doors to the building, he lets you enter first before following behind you and leading the rest of the way. Not before grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers together as he walks towards the elevator’s, definitely not causing heat to rise on your cheeks at the unexpected action, but allow his fingers to slot themselves with your own. As you both waited for the elevator you took the time to observe your surroundings, noticing just how luxurious this building was, with a splash of rustic architecture displayed around the entire lobby. Nicely waxed wooden tiles laid on the floor, a few couches with coffee tables were scattered throughout the lobby, a black marble front desk stood by the entrance of the building with a man around his late forties sitting behind said desk, plants were also displayed in every corner as well as some dangling from the ceiling, a couple TV’s were hooked on walls showing the News or advertising certain promotions the building had. In your opinion, everything screamed rich, which had you wondering.

“So are you like.. a lawyer or something?” You suddenly asked, turning your gaze at the man who was quietly watching the elevator reach their floor,

The question brings out a wide smile along with a deep chuckle from him, “More like a construction worker. Me and my brother work with my old man,”

“Ohh that’s right, Evans Construction,” You claim with a smile, remembering the time when you had asked Ashley on what her uncle did for a living,

You were asking for a friend obviously.

Chris continues to smile down at you, “Yeah,” He starts as he looks around the lobby, “Guess it kinda pays the bills,”

Kinda? You think to yourself.

“Might need to work for your dad then if I kinda wanna pay for my college loans,” You joke, earning a soft chuckle from him,

“Would definitely love to see you in a tool belt,” He says, eyes raking your entire frame before settling on your eyes and continuing with, “Just.. a tool belt,”

A large smirk spreads on his face when he sees the way your cheeks flush bright red at his words, then chuckles once again when you shake your head in embarrassment and shove him away with the hand interlocked with his, but all he does is pull you with him as he walks inside the elevator, causing you to bump against his firm chest. Pushing a button on the panel behind your shoulder, he lets his blue orbs glance down at your own eyes. You feel a hand rest on your hip while the other softly cups your cheek, then feeling the way his fingers place a strand of hair behind your ear before watching the way he slowly bends down towards your lips. Your lips connect the same time the doors to the elevator shut close.

The kiss was gentle, caring, slow, but passionate. Both your mouths were molding together while your hot, warm tongues danced with each other, fighting for dominance, then before you knew it he began pushing you backwards until your back gently collided against the left side of the elevator and immediately slotting his leg in between your own, earning a soft gasp from you when he forces your hips down on his thigh once again. Not only did your clothed core rubbed beautifully against his firm thigh, but you too felt the way his harden member poked against your own thigh, letting you know just how much he wants this, how much he craved you, how much he missed you.

Annoyingly, before things can get more heated the sound of the elevator ringing breaks you two apart. Chris quickly looks over his shoulder then back at you with a smile as he pulls away before grabbing your hand and leading you both out the elevator.

Taking a glance up at the number on top of the elevator doors you noticed you had stopped on the eighth floor, making your eyebrows raise when you catch a glimpse of a view from the window to your left as you got off the elevator. You wondered if he had a view, guess you’ll find out in a matter of minutes.

A couple doors later, you both stop in front of a black door that read 8F in the center. You stand behind Chris as he unlocks it then watch as he steps aside for your to entire first, he’s such a gentleman, you thought to yourself as you entire his home with a smile. Just as you step foot inside, the sound of something rattling and nails scraping against the wooden floor can be heard from down the hall and itching closer.

“You have a dog?!” You say with excitement as you watch the overly excited dog make it’s way towards the both of you, bending down you pet the handsome dog who excitedly ran towards you instead of his owner,

Chris chuckles as he places his keys on a small key bowl by the door, “Yeah, rescued the big guy a couple years back while we were working on a house in Savannah during the summer, his names Dodger,” He explains with a loving smile as he watches the way Dodger curls on the floor, stomach exposed as he waits for your loving scratches,

You let out a giggle as you go ahead and give him scratches on his belly, “You’re a handsome one ain’t ya?”

You receive a loud, happy, excited bark from the boxer-mix on the floor, widening your smile as you continue to give him belly scratches. A few belly rubs later, you rise from the floor with a satisfied smile on your lips as you watch Dodger get up from the ground, does the usual dog shake off before walking away with a wagging tail. Nails clicking against the floor is all you can hear in the home, causing a soft chuckle to escape from you. Turning around you notice how Chris is just staring at you while leaning against the wall, hands tucked into his front pockets as he scans your entire frame with a knowable look in his eyes. Without saying another word he slowly makes his way towards you then let’s his hand reach out towards your shirt before gently pulling you against his chest, where he immediately slots your mouths once again.

Like a machine programmed, your arms easily wrap around his neck, fingers getting lost in his dark locks at the base of his neck as you melt against his lips. A certain tug on his locks causes a muffled moan to be heard from his throat, which he can’t help but deepen the kiss as he forces you to walk backwards until your back softly collides with the wall. His large frame traps you against the wall once again, but only for a split second before you start feeling one hand gripping the side of your waist while the other settles behind your thigh and in a swift motion your off the ground. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist while your hands hold onto the back of his neck in a firm grip, lips not once parting from each other as he begins walking further into the home.

You’re not really sure where he’s leading you both, but you’re assuming it’ll be either the couch or his bedroom, didn’t matter, just as long as you’re able to feel his warmth soon. The feeling of your body slightly bouncing in his hold answers your previous question when you can hear and feel him climbing up some stairs. Then hear how his boots stomp on the wooden floor as he makes his way down the hall and in a short time you suddenly feel him laying you down against cushion, which you assumed was his bed. Without breaking the kiss, he uses the arm he has wrapped around your lower half to shift you higher on his bed, which he does so easily, as if you weighed nothing. Knowing he can easily manhandle you without any effort definitely turns you on even more, igniting a kink that you didn’t know you had and only making the whole situation a thousand times more arousing.

A soft gasp escapes from you when he firmly knocks his hips against your clothed core, where he then uses the opportunity to lavish your neck at the new exposed skin.

“Chris.. please,” You beg with a breathless tone, small moans slipping from your lips every few seconds at the way his harden member teases you through thick layers,

“I got you,” Is all he whispers against your lips, pecking them one last time as he begins undoing the button on your jeans and not wasting time on lowering them down your legs along with your underwear,

It has been three weeks since he’s last had you, three weeks since he’s had your warmth, your taste, so matching the same eagerness as you he wasn’t going to waste another second. The moment he slips off your shoes and undergarments, tossing them somewhere behind his arm he spreads both your legs as wide as they can go before diving in. The first long, firm, hot lick against your core has your back arching off the bed with a breathless moan, hands immediately latching onto his hair and gripping tightly as he soon picks up the pace. His tongue lavishes your walls and clit, making firm circular movements against your bundle of nerves ripping moan after moan from you.

“Oh.. f-fuck,” You breathlessly moan when his tongue continues to attack your clit, but what causes your hips to slightly rise from the mattress is the feeling of his thick finger pushing its way inside,

The noise that rumbles up your chest and out your mouth is pure bliss as the new sensation buzzes throughout your body. The way his tongue feverishly laps against your clit with his thick finger pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace creates the most delicious friction at the pit of your stomach. The knot only seems to grow as he plunges another thick digit inside of you, bringing another noise from you as he picks up the pace. The sounds of your moans and filthy slurping noises coming between your legs bounces off the walls in the room, yet, they only seem to grow louder as you near the edge.

Your hips begin to move against his face as you near the end, but a firm arm pinning your hips to the bed halts your movements, making a whine escape from you but before you can plead to him he’s soon pumping his fingers and lapping at your clit in rapid pace.

“Oh my-..” Is the only thing that slips out your mouth as the pleasure only seem to increase as he vigorously pumps his finger inside of you,

From the way his thick fingers pumped inside of you to his tongue lapping away at your bundle of nerves and his beard rubbing deliciously against your thighs was becoming too much, the knot forming in the bit of your stomach was becoming too tight for you to hold. Chris must’ve known or must’ve heard the way your breathing was coming in harsh puffs because he only seems to pick up his pace, pumping and licking at an incredible speed that has you once again arching off the bed while your hands grip onto his soft locks.

“Chris,” Was the last thing you breathlessly say before your orgasm hits you like an anchor reaching the bottom of the ocean,

Chris’ fingers and tongue continue their rapid movements as you ride out your orgasm, causing a few twitches to erupt from your body when you become a little sensitive, but with one final lick to your clit Chris pulls away from your soaked core, slightly cursing under his breath at the sight. You had completely drenched his fingers, causing his member to throb painfully in his jeans at the delicious sight and god how he missed this. How he missed you.

With slow movements he begins placing gentle kissing against your thighs, beard slightly tickling against your skin, causing a small flinch from you and a small chuckle from the man who continued in lavishing your skin with feathery kisses. You on the other hand just laid there as you slowly came down from your high, you had definitely came harder than you’ve ever had, literally draining half of your energy from its intense orgasm. Chris must’ve noticed your relaxed, quiet form because you hear another deep chuckle coming from him. Opening your eyes, that you didn’t know were closed, you lock eyes with his, noticing just how dilated they were.

“Still with me baby?” Chris asks, smile spreading on his lips as he continues to take in your flushed form,

“Mmhmm,” Is all you’re able to mumble out which ends up in a short chuckle when you can picture just exactly how you look at the moment,

Smile still on his face, Chris furrows his brows as he removes a strand of hair from your eye, “Was that your first time?”

He couldn’t help but ask, not because he wanted to pry into your previous sex life but because the way you responded made him curious if you ever been on the receiving end. With an embarrassed look you slowly nod your head, answering his question.

Then it clicked.

“W-We’re you a vir..—,”

“No,” You quickly answer with a shake of your head when you knew the question that was coming, “I guess just… I guess they just didn’t know how to please a woman yet,”

You explain, slightly throwing shade to your ex, yet, you didn’t regret the words. Not one bit.

Chris chuckles, deep and dark, “Well, get use to it sweetheart because there’s plenty more where that came from,” He promises with a deep kiss,

“Looking forward to it,” You whisper against his lips, smile tugging on your own as you bring him down for another kiss, this time allowing his warm tongue to explore and face with yours,

The same time you feel his large hand sliding under your shirt and slowly treading upwards until he grips tightly on your covered breast, which of course brings another gasp from you, you allow your own hands to reach down towards his belt where you quickly undo it. Once unfastening the button of his jeans you let your hand reach down, firmly palming the large bulge that hides behind his navy briefs, earning a loud, muffled groan from the man above you. However, a deep animalistic growl vibrates from his throat the moment your small fingers wrap around his girth and begin stroking up and down.

“Fuck,” Chris whispers against your lips, body going absolutely stiff when your grip tightens around him the same time your strokes get faster,

Although, before you can continue or do more than stroking, he quickly shrugs off his shirt before pulling your hands off him to remove his own briefs and jeans. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him, his large, leaking, girth of a brick rests heavily in between his legs and curling upwards towards his toned stomach. Just because you’ve already seen all of him that one time in the kitchen doesn’t mean you still don’t get speechless at just how big he really is. Hell, the sight of him again after three weeks has your mouth watering for him, it has you craving him, it has you desperate for him all over again.

Trailing your eyes up towards his chest you meet his eyes, noticing how they were already staring at you, wide smirk on his lips as he crawls towards you again. He latches his lips against yours again in a gentle, caring, slow manner before feeling his hands sliding your shirt off your frame then your bra. Settling back against the cushions you watch him scan your now exposed breast, watching the way his eyes slowly blink as his mouth slightly parts as he continues to admire the new fresh of skin.

“Fucking beautiful,” He whispers, large hands rising to grip both of your exposed breasts, letting a heavy sigh leave through your nose and heat to rise up your cheeks at the affection you currently were receiving,

His blue eyes trail up from where they were focused on the way his hands fit perfectly against your globes to your own blown out orbs. Licking his lips he bends down to latch against yours once again, at the same time he teases you by rubbing his leaking tip against your aching clit, earning a pathetic whimper from you, but it was pure music in Chris’ ears so he repeats his actions until those whimpers grew more desperate for attention. Yet, he couldn’t deny his own desperation, he’s been thinking of you and wanting you for three weeks and now that he has you splayed out beneath him, he’s not gonna waste another second.

With one last thrust of his hips, he removes one hand from your breast to dig through a drawer on your left. You hear him rummaging for a few seconds before feeling him pull away, opening your eyes you see him kneeling in between your legs as he tears a packet with his teeth. His blue eyes meet yours as a soft scoff escapes from you.

“Can’t be too careful,” He claims as he spits out the piece of plastic and pulls out the rubber from its hold,

A soft chuckles leaves your lips as you watch him slide it on, “Like we were the first time?”

Chris closes his eyes as a deep chuckle rumbles off his own lips, “I know I know,” Slightly opening your legs wider, he hovers above you once again and bends down to peck your lips before feeling him rub against your core and feeling the way he slowly starts pushing in,

A gasp falls off your lips as you feel the way his large girth stretches you open. As he continues to push in a deep groan rumbles in his throat when he feels your walls clamping down on him from the large intrusion, causing a large hand to grip the side of your waist to keep him grounded.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight,” He curses under his breath as he slowly continues to push the rest of his member,

In less than a second he’s soon deep into your core, earning a heavy sigh to fall from your lips as you get accustomed to him. Angling his head he pecks gentle kisses on your lips to distract you from the discomfort, but after a short while you mumble in between the kiss, letting him know he’s good to move. And boy did he do just that. The moment he gives your forehead one last peck he doesn’t waste time in pulling his hips back before slamming them back into you, earning a loud, choked whimper to escape from you. His pace quickens right after that, not once faltering, and not once did he fail to bring out beautiful noises from you with each thrust he gave you.

Soft grunts and groans can be heard deliciously in your ear as he rests his face in the crook of your neck, however, one particularly loud growl vibrates in your ear when you rake your nails against his back, which only arouses you even more. After a while, you feel him pull away and watch him lean back on his knees, large hands gripping onto both your legs and spreading them as wide as they can go while his bright, dilated, blue eyes looked down to where his cock pushed in and out of your glistening cunt. It was such a beautiful sight for him, loving the way his cock is splitting you open, loving the way your juices covered him, loving the way your lips looked red and raw. Everything.

“Fuck,” Chris whispers when his eyes trail up towards your body, watching with wide lustful eyes the way your breast bouncing with every snap of his hips,

Although, something inside of him snaps when his eyes land on your beautiful flushed face. Eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly open with small moans escaping from you had him completely feral at the sight. Without thinking, he drops one hand from your knee and replaces it around your neck, earning an erotic moan to slip from you at the new added pressure. Fuck.. she’s perfect. Chris couldn’t help but think as your moans only grew as he picked up his pace and added a little more pressure to his hold. Not enough to cut off your airway, but enough to bring you back down to his cock.

“Oh my—,” You cry out when you feel him hoisting your leg to rest on the crook of his elbow and feeling the way the new angle allows him to plunge deeper inside of you,

Your hands are on your sides hold onto the white sheets with tight grip as your second orgasm approaches much quicker. With the way his cock is hitting your cervix in a brutal pace has the knot building in the pit of your stomach. Yet, what finally made the bridge collapse was the rough feeling of his thumb rubbing against your clit, bringing a loud gasp from you and causing your whole body to arch off the bed once again when your orgasm hits you hard.

“That’s it baby. Come for me,” Chris comments, blown eyes watching the way your whole body shakes at the intensity of your release, yet not once did he stop thrusting into you,

He eventually does slow down when you place a hand on his chest as you try pulling away due to being overstimulated, but of course he doesn’t let you. He stops his movements, but doesn’t let you pull away by gripping onto your hips and slamming you back down on his cock, earning a small yelp from you at the feeling.

“Ohh..fuck,” You breath out, hand still on his chest as you try and gather your breath,

Chris only smiles down at you before grabbing your hand that rests on his chest to place gentle kisses against your fingers, wrist and down your arm until he’s leaving a trail of kisses against your glowing skin till he reaches your burning, awaiting lips. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling themselves into his sweaty locks at the base of his neck and gently massaging there.

After a few seconds of letting you rest, Chris pecks your lips, cheek and forehead before feeling him pull away and carefully slipping out of you. The empty feeling brings a shutter out of you, but watch as he gently turns your body till your stomach now lays against the comforter. You feel him place kisses along your neck and back then feel him slightly lifting your hips before feeling him sliding inside of you once again. Bringing a breathless moan from you when the new position feels tighter and deeper.

“Fuck baby,” You hear him behind your ear as he slowly rocks into you before once again picking up his pace, slamming his hips into you,

A gasp and a whimper falls from your lips as you grip onto the pillow in front of you, “C-Chris,”

“I know baby, just one more yeah?” He tells you, voice vibrating against your ear as he continues with his thrusts,

No words were able to form out of your mouth except for breathless moans and whimpers as he repositions himself behind you. Slightly resting a heavy hand on your back while keeping your hips up with his other, left your body slightly bent on the bed which not only allowed him to dig deeper into your core, but it also made the knot in your stomach to form quicker than you thought. In fact, it didn’t take long for your third orgasm of the night to hit you, causing pleasured cries to fall from your lips as your body shook from its intensity once again.

Due to your walls fluttering and clamping around him, Chris soon reaches his own peak with a loud groan behind your ear. With one final deep thrust he buries himself deep inside you as he empties inside the condom, hands barely catching his weight on either side of your head to not crush you when his energy drains from his release. You on the other hand could care less if he did or not, the last energy you had left had been washed away with your third orgasm that now you laid completely limp on the mattress. Your eyes fluttering close every now and then at the exhaustion that washes over you, yet you knew sleeping wasn’t an option. Not now anyways. As much as you craved sleep you knew you couldn’t.

As you fought your eyelids to remain open and fought the exhaustion that tried overpowering your body, you can hear the breathless pants coming from behind you as Chris gathered his breath. His hot breath fanned against your sweaty skin awhile leaning his forehead against your shoulder blades, then noticing how one of his hands still gripped tightly by your waist and feeling the way his—now soft—member was still buried inside of you.

“Shit,” Chris breathlessly says against your skin as he continues to gather himself,

Then, after taking another minute or so, he slowly begins pulling out of you, bringing another shutter through your exhausted body at the empty feeling once again. Without looking, or even attempting to rise your head from where it laid heavily against the bed, you hear him hiss under his breath, then a soft noise on the floor before feeling the bed dip by your side. Opening your eyes, that had been closed for nearly five minutes, you notice how he laid down on his back, eyes closed as he continued gathering his breath. Then watch as those bright blue orbs of his land on yours, small smile creeping its way on his face as he observes your own worn out eyes.

“Still with me?” He asks, letting the back of his knuckle rub against your cheek,

You hum, slightly nodding your head as best as you can while still leaning against the mattress, “Never better,”

A soft chuckle slips from his mouth, knuckle still rubbing soothing circles against your cheek as he reaches over to place a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling you against his chest. With as much strength and energy you can build, you slide over to him, leaning your head against his chest. Calm, soothing heartbeat thumping against your eardrums as you two laid there in each others arms, breathing, relaxing, talking quietly amongst each other about anything and everything. However, as much as you wanted this night to last, to just spend the remainder of the night in his arms till you both fell asleep, you knew you couldn’t. You had to get home before it get any later, so with an exhausted sigh you begin pulling away from his grip, but right as you managed to somewhat pull away from him he pulls you back down against his chest, earning a small chuckle from you.

“Chris,”

“Stay,” Is all he says, eyes closed as he kept you in his large arms,

“I can’t, I gotta go,” Chuckling once again you gently tap his peck before rising from his hold once again, but only settling into a sitting position beside him,

His arm falls around your waist at your new position, but doesn’t stop his fingers from rubbing patters against your skin as he watches you.

“Thought you didn’t have a curfew?” He asks, placing his other arm behind his head,

You smile down at him, “I don’t. But it’s getting late,”

He stays quiet for a few seconds. Eyes admiring your still slightly flushed face as he continues rubbing his pattern against your skin, “What time are your parents leaving you to babysit?”

You furrow your brows as you try to remember the exact time, “By noon, I think,”

“I’ll get you home before then,” He states, eyes not once parting from yours,

A smile tugs on your lips as you consider his offer with narrowed eyes, and knowing he knew you were debating on accepting his offer by the way his smile only widens. Then knowing he knows you’ve accepted it when he motions his head to the side.

“Stay,” He repeats, smile forming into a smirk when you roll your eyes at him with a shake of your head,

Quickly reaching over the edge of the bed to pull out your phone from its pocket, you sent a quick message to your mother letting her know you’ve decided to spent the night at Ashley’s but promise to be at the house before they leave. Once placing your phone on the bedside table, you quickly cuddle next to Chris who invited you with warm open arms. Placing a long gentle kiss on the crown of your head he wraps his arms around your frame before closing his eyes. Fingers now dancing along your shoulder blades as you both settle into conversation once again about random things, however, in a matter of minutes you both quickly drift off by the sounds of each others steady breathing.

In all your years of sleeping, you will admit, this was definitely by far the best nights of sleep you’ve ever gotten. A bit risky, but definitely worth it.

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yiiyiiwrites · 2 months

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John B x burnt out, overachieving Kook

She’s an only child, not heard from her father for months. His job giving him an escape from the outer banks and allowing him to travel for months on end. Her mother long gone and happy with another family, one her daughter couldn’t bring herself to admit she wanted.

Her father an eccentric man, leaving her subjects and courses to learn. If she can get a certificate or a grade she’ll complete it. The collection of extra skills longer than a bookworms reading list.

It doesn’t matter what credit she gets, it still won’t bring her father home. She’s resorted to emails, the only way she can reach her father and wait for his late response. And even then it’ll be all about him, the discoveries and adventures.

She remembers most of her childhood on her father’s ship. A random guy acting as her tutor, teaching her the basics and bizarres in education. She’d learnt more about sea life and men during those trips. The salty waves, disgruntled replies of men when their search didn’t go as planned. She knew when to be quiet and stay out of their way, knew that asking too many questions annoyed them.

So when she meets John B, she can’t help but not ask too many questions. The boat she’s stuck on, the engine not starting. She knows the look, that one of “poor kook doesn’t even know anything about boats”. Except she does, she just can’t open the hatch to look at the parts to fix. The night darkening and she expects to be sleeping on the boat until John B shows up.

She explains that she can’t open the hatch, the torch dropping as she shines it on his flexing biceps as he attempts to open it. John B notices her silence, only a thanks escaping her lips after allowing him to fix the boat with no questions asked.

John B passes her a few times on his boat, gaze flitting to him briefly with no acknowledgement. It’s not until Kiara tells him how she sailed around the world with her father, that he becomes intrigued. He’s not heard much of her before, she didn’t go to the schools here and was always a mystery.

So when he catches her in passing on her boat again, he stops and steps back on her swaying boat. She asks what he’s doing. He says that his boat sounds a bit clunky and needs someone to hold the torch up for him so that he can see what he’s doing. She fights the grin, knowing that there’s nothing wrong with his boat, something she’ll admit later when she’s more comfortable around him. He tells her to go fishing tomorrow morning, not leaving any room for a no. But she doesn’t want to say no.

The wallet in the boat storage holds all of her qualifications. John B finds it when she asks him to get the first aid kit from there, the cards unraveling and touching the deck. The gash on her shin taped together with what ever in the kit, one of the certificates in first aid and life guarding. John B can’t help but laugh, but is silenced when told that she did it to fill the absence of her father. She doesn’t know anything else but the sea.

She finds herself either on the John B’s boat or the chateau. Her boat pulling up alongside John B’s. Once again he’s resting in the hammock, as if waiting for her. It’s become routine, a crate of beer tucked away in the cooler box in her hand. He reaches out and tugs towards him, body falling into the hammock. A few whistles and howls from Pope and JJ who make their way to them. The fish they caught now on the grill. Kiara giving her the rundown of their day whilst she was away.

The more time she spends with John B her curious nature starts to come back and she asks him questions. He’s never heard her talk so much, that he tells her to slow down. She thinks she over stepped, apologising for annoying him “I’m sorry, just tell me to shut up if I’m annoying you. You know.” She shrugs it off, eyes not meeting his. “It’s alright, no need to apologise. Just you talk so damn fast I can’t keep up.” He massages the tension out of her shoulders, reassuring her that he likes the way she always asks questions.

John B asks just as many questions, she lights up every time she gets the opportunity to tell him about certain memories or facts she’s learnt. And if they don’t know, they work it out together. Both looking over maps and searching for the next best thing. All whilst being in each other’s company. Anything to spend some time together.

You can read the other outer banks character prompts with burnt out over achiever kook on my profile. - Yiiyii

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dephellseed · 11 months

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Fourth of July specific Headcannons

• John makes the entire holiday his own personal runway, always has. His parties back in Atlanta were the biggest and most exclusive events in the state. He had the best food flown in, the best music, the best drinks, and the best people. Sure, now in Hope County he can't exactly fly in anyone to cook but he can cater, and yeah there's no liquor allowed but what Joe doesn't know won't hurt him, will it? Lightly spike the punch bowl. Live music is just the Eden's Gate choir now but hey, they learned new songs for this and they're quite proud. But no one, and I mean no one, can stop him from dressing up for the occasion. It'd be a sin not to, wouldn't it?

• Joseph spends the entire day reading old historical texts from the nation's inception to Jacob, hoping it helps soothe him. He pretends its just because he's concerned about Jacob but he also just really hates parties. He makes an appearance at the end to make a speech about how this country might have failed them now, but it started with a dream very similar to theirs: freedom, faith, and guns.

• Jacob hates this fucking holiday. Hates it. The fireworks sound like mortar fire to him. This country has done nothing but use and abuse him his entire life. But, his brother likes it, so he tries to. Demands to be in charge of grilling, absolutely destroys the dance floor. Knows exactly what's in the punch, steals the entire bowl for himself. Locks himself in his room before the heretics start their firework displays so he can't accidentally hurt someone during a flashback.

• Faith absolutely adores any excuse to make everyone in Eden's Gate be outside and cheerful. Everyone's so sad and pale! They need fresh air and Bliss! They need joy! They need to celebrate The Father! Like she does! The Angels set up the entire party, she's the queen of decorating. There's fun activities, corn hole, water balloon fights, sparklers. She's in charge of deserts so there's cute little cakes and candies. The priestesses brings the kids out to celebrate with them.

•On the flip side, The Rye family has hosted a Forth of July party every year as well. Chad's bbq is there, there's usually some recreation of the Teasty Festy treats, Nick flies all the little kids around in his plane to see the fireworks from the sky. Pretty much everyone who doesn't show up here is at the Spread Eagle doin half price shots or doing whatever the hell Sharky is doing. The Ryes really just love any excuse to gather everyone together for something positive, something happy. Kim's Canadian. Nick has average levels of patriotism (aka hey! Its an excuse to grill and drink)

• Charlemagne Victor Boshaw is holding his own shindig at his place. There's pizza, and beer and weed. Do many people show up? No, but its hard to compete with Chad so he isn't complaining, really. Plus it means more for him! He and Hurk spend the whole day drinking, watching movies, and then spend all night lighting their ridiculously complicated homemade firework setup with flamethrowers and watching the whole sky turn white. God bless America for not making laws about flamethrower ownership.

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grapenamjams · 2 years

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Soap going to a carne asada Headcanons 🌮 🌯

He already loves the atmosphere once he steps out of the car with you. The pulsing music mixed in with the different conversations and Harty laughter. He doesn’t miss the smell of meat coming off the the grill.

Nonetheless it was still a bit overwhelming deciding in following your lead when you went around greeting everyone.

Of course He would charm your tias and grandmas right away when he greeted them with the Spanish he knew, surprising your family members.

He honestly tries to remember the names of everyone he meets but they were just to many.

His hand constantly interlocks with yours or places his hand on the small of your back in order to not lose you.

He tried to stay close to you towards the beginning of the festivities but that was short lived until your uncles whisked him away to drink and cook by the grill.

He did pretty well considering his limited Spanish. Not minding Already having a beer in hand and help tend to the meats on the grill taking notes how it is prepared for future use.

I feel like John is not a picky eater and truly enjoys tasting different kinds of food. so he WILL eat anything that is Given to him by you or family members. Unfortunately his Spice Tolerance is not the greatest but he likes it nonetheless.

If it’s a kids party he most definitely want to be the one to handle the ropes of the piñata.

Playing with Little cousins? absolutely.

“Uh, love? Why is there a child sleeping across three chairs and using the table cloth as a blanket?”

Okay soap is a dancer in my opinion, man’s loves dancing and will jam out but when it came to learning he was so stiff at first the poor man kept stepping on your toe’s when he was trying to lead.

After a few songs tho he got the footwork down, now he just needed help loosening up.

Caballo dorado? He. is. there. (The one he knows by heart) makes it a competition between you too.

For sure will be taken out to the floor by your family members each of them taking turns, his eyes saying “help” glancing at yours.

“So….when do these things usually end? It’s already 2am and your aunt is asking for another dance with me.”

If you have more headcanons pls tell me this is my favorite thing.

#headcanons #modern warefare 2 #john mactavish x you #john mactavish #call of duty #john soap mactavish

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insideliascrazyhead · 8 months

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Oya´s great camping adventure

Summary:Fujio has the great idea of a camping trip and manages to convince them all,even Murayama,who draggs his beloved Cobra along for a trip to the local woods for a night.Crazy chaos happens wherever they go,so what could go wrong?

Pairings:Cobra/Murayama,Fujio/Tsukasa,Odajima/Todoroki

Warnings:None I guess

Authors note:Enjoy<3

They´re leaving civilisation when Odajima runs up towards Todoroki,dry heaving then breaking out in a coughing fit.He shakes his head.“God,I hate running!Heya<3!“He exclaims with a little wave.Todoroki tries to hide his smile.“Kinda late aren´t we Odajima?“He teases.“I need my beauty sleep.“He nudges back.Tsukasa looks at them confused.“What?It´s a great place for fishing.“Todoroki defends and Tsukasa snorts.“Sure.Whatever.“He turns towards Fujio.“At least I don´t need to stalk them to see that with my own two eyes.“Fujio barks out a laugh.„Fishing buddies my ass their fishing husbands.“

It´s a exhausting and long hike fueled by energy drinks and candy when they finally reach their destination near a lake. Fujio and Tsukasa throw their stuff against the nearest tree and go explore their surroundings.Odajima and Todoroki search the greatest place to fish.Nakagoshi and Nakaoka get the party started with some music and get seated,taking a long desired break,sipping soda.Shibaman and Tsuji meanwhile try to start a fire for the grill later.Miserably failing as the cheap lighter they brought turns out to be empty.Swearing and cursing they try it with sticks until Cobra had a great laugh out of it and shows mercy handing them a working lighter.

Yasushi and Kiyoshi just ran off and Tsukasa dearly hopes they don´t try to hunt anything.Jamou starts building a tent as he explained earlier he doesn´t wanna get eaten by any creature that crawls around at night.“Oi Jamuo!Wanna tell us about the apocalypse you packed for or what?!“Nakaoka exclaims.“At least I´m prepared!I´m not gonna die by those creatures killing brutally after attacking in the middle of the night.“He explains dramatically.

Cobra get´s seated with Murayama observing them as he lights a cigarette and is handed a beer by Murayama who looks a little nervous.“Relax.This is gonna be great.“Cobra rolls his eyes at his boyfriends twitchiness.“Ehh?!You don´t know those crazy ones like I do Cobra-chan!Let me explain what is gonna happen;Fujio-kun will tame a deadly animal because it will be cute and while trying someone dies probably Sleepy Lion who tries to stop him.Those two crazy pyromaniacs will burn down the whole forest.“He points towards Shibaman and Tsuji who now have a great working fire but still wanna try the way with the sticks on seperate wood.Shibaman swearing it´s gonna work.“The two man party those two throw is gonna lure and a crazy guy that kills us all straight out of a horror movie.Kiyoshi is killed by him.Yasushi will try to human sacrifice Jamuo to the nature gods,failing miserably and Jamuo snaps then smears war pain across his face and hunts Yasushi like an animal!“Murayama describes dramatically making Cobra break out in laughter.“You´re crazy.Trust them at least a little.How do they learn otherways?!Also how about Todoroki and his Housen friend then?“He teases.Murayama shakes his head.“No.They got the local braincell.They´re gonna have a great time and leave like scheduled.“

That´s when the screaming starts.They´re all near the water “Oi what´s that in the lake?!“Yasushi exclaims jumping back in (faked) fear.Kiyoshi rushes over.„What?!Where?!“ Yasushi points towards the water biting his lip.When Kiyoshi then bends over to get a better look he frowns.„I can´t see shit.“Kiyoshi grumbles.“There in the damn lake!It´s a wild Kiyoshi!“He screams,kicks Kiyoshi´s ass who falls foreward into the water.Kiyoshi swears and insults Yasushi in ways that make even Cobra flinch.

Tsukasa whispers something to Fujio who eagerly nodds. Tsukasa would hate himself if he misses that opportunity. Yasushi has tears of laughter stream down his face when Tsukasa puts his soda down.Fujio´s and Tsukasa´s eyes meet when they get up smiling.They run towards Yasushi, both throwing themself on the teen,all three flying into the lake.Yasushi let´s out a nearly unhumanly high shriek.When they all break the surface again Yasushi is trying to punch Tsukasa who dodges with ease.They others break out laughing at their antics.

„They´re insane.“Cobra tells Murayama.“Yeah,they´re great kids.“He leans against the nearest tree,closing his eyes while Cobra shakes his head.“No.Murayama.Your beloved Sleepy Lion it trying to drown Yasushi.Ain´t in a fun way,he´s trying like crazily eager too.“ Murayama´s eyes nearly explode out of his head as he jumps up or at least tries to as he stumbles.Knees hitting the dirty ground.“Oi Sleepy Lion!No killing!“He screams histerically voice breaking.Cobra meanwhile films it sending it to Yamato and Noboru.“Murayama´s babysitting adventure.“

That´s when they all come out of the lake dripping wet.„Oi Yasushi you look like a wet rat!“Fujio exclaims.„I hate you,you crazy bastard!“Yasushi laughs.„Aww I love you too.“Tsukasa teases.„Someone will end up dead by nightfall.Yasushi probably did it then I´m taking.“Odajima chuckles.„I mean if it stops Yasushi from killing someone then I say chloroform that bastard and throw him in the damn lake again.“Todoroki shruggs.

As Tsukasa takes of his soaked shirt leaving him in a top,Fujio get´s redressed revealing his interesting choice of underwear.“Oi Fujio!Sexy undies!“Nakaoka laughs.All eyes land on his heart shaped underwear and he turns as red as a tomato.He quickly gets redressed. The only thing that distracts from Fujio´s underwear is Shibaman and Tsuji´s discussion of the meat on the grill.“Man that meat is still so bloody I bet it´s gonna make moo if you bite it.“Shibaman grunts looking at the meat.“Then teach me your ways oh mighty barbecue dickhead.“Tsuji laughs trying to poke Shibaman with the grill tongs.

„Oi Yasushi?!The fuck are you eating?“Kiyoshi asks.„Magic mushrooms.“Yasushi groans sarcastically.Nosy fucker.„Really?!“Jamuo shrieks.„No dumbass.Found them over there.“Yasushi hints towards some plants with his head.„Anyone that does drugs get´s drowned in the damn lake!“Cobra screams not even turning towards them,sipping his beer.„You eat something you literally just found in the woods?!“Nakagoshi asks shocked.„If you vomit blood Yasushi I swear I´m gonna kill you to death!“Fujio shrieks color draining from his face.„What?!“Yasushi and Kiyoshi ask at the same time.„You know exactly what I mean.“He growls trying to sound threatening.„I´m great.Relax.“He barks out a laugh when his eyes roll into the back of his head and he collapses.

“Yasushi!“Fujio and Tsukasa scream as all eyes land on them.Cobra is about to freak out as he and Murayama run over when Yasushi sits back up with a shit eating grin. “Yeah?!Anything wrong?!“He asks in a sugary sweet voice.“I´m just joking,relax.That shit´s not deadly.“He breaks out laughing and Fujio and Tsukasa hit him over the head while some others groan angrily and either swear and curse at him or take a breath of relief that Yasushi didn´t in fact dropped dead.

Cobra shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose.„You sick freak!“He groans.“Yasushi you ain´t allowed to drop dead you know that!“Kiyoshi growls angrily kicking his friend.“You crazy fucked up bastard!You worried your leader.Is that what you wanted?!To worry your leader?Then congratulations you worried your leader!“Murayama adds,pointing towards Fujio who´s color still isn´t back in his face.“Yeah.“Fujio grumbles.“You worried the shit out of all of us.“Tsukasa rolls his eyes helping Yasushi up to violently pull him closer.

“If you drop dead,someone will need to give you CPR and I´ll do it.I won´t hesitate and maybe even with tongue...“ Yasushi spits out the other fruits he just threw into his mouth.„Sorry you´re not my type Blondie.Hanaoka can keep your scrawny ass.“He whines.“Use your imited 2 braincells to focus not to kill yourself.“Tsuji exclaims angrily throwing a full soda can at Yasushi.“Oww.“He dramatically exclaims and drinks said soda.Mumbling a fuck you,you ain´t my nanny.“Just please don´t eat anything deadly.“Fujio says shaking his head.That leader duty does hopefully not involve any death soon or ever.

Cobra and Murayama are eyeing the fruits in Yasushi´s hand.„Deadly?!I would say there´s one way to find out.“Cobra snatches one and eats it while the others watch with horrifyed expression.“I´ll let you know what deadly complications are gonna occur.“Cobra says taking another beer heading towards his seat from earlier.Murayama runs up to him.“You know excatly what that is Cobra-chan,don´t you?“He asks.“Yeah,it´s edible.“He chuckles taking a sip of beer.“Where did you learn that?!Survival expert Cobra-chan.I love that!“Murayama says jumping excited.“A lot of long ass road trips during Mugen times,not everywhere are luxus hotels Murayama.“He smiles.

„Fuck you,you squirrel looking bitch!I can climb higher then you.“Comes a scream from the backround that he´s just gonna ignore.That´s an issue for future Cobra, Murayama has babysitting duties.God he never wants kids.Especially not when some of them piss off to search for monsters.They probably making out or get drunk or something.No,he just leans back and takes a sip of beer enjoying the beautiful view.Murayama can search for HIS fulltimers when they get lost later.Crazily enough,who would have thought (Cobra) that they ain´t back when night comes,the full timers go search for them.

Cobra and Murayama stay back at the fire to at least make sure the woods are not burning down like Murayama feared earlier.It´s meanwhile dark and the others search the woods for the crazy bastards of Oya High,that´s great they love that.They´re also sarcastic.They´re about to give up and leave the Yasu-Kiyo leaders for dead or at least on their own for the night when they jump out of the trees wearing clown masks scaring the shit out of all of them.Shibaman and Tsuji´s reaction though,was not screaming,it was violence.They punched them so hard it nearly knocked them clean out.„Oww the fuck´s wrong with you?!“Kiyoshi groans as they pull down the clown masks.Kiyoshi wiping the blood of his nose when Fujio complains that they should head back cause he´s hella hungry and Jamuo squeaks from behind Tsukasa that he nearly pissed himself.After a few of them manage to land a hit on Yasushi or Kiyoshi´s head they leave.

They come back towards the camp where Cobra and Murayama are seated and all search a comfortable spot near the fire.“Woah you´re bleeding!“Murayama exclaims.„Yeah we punched those two clowns after they scared the shit out of us.“Shibaman explains rolling his eyes.Todoroki still loves the idea from earlier with the chloroform.“Holy shit not that blood!“Jamuo exclaims pointing towards Yasushis sleeve that´s meanwhile sticky with blood.“Oh my god did you end up vomiting blood?!Cobra-san did you vomit blood too?!“Fujio asks panicking.„No you dumb pisshead.I fucking fell holding a beer bottle alright it kinda cut up my damn arm.Relax Hanaoka.“Yasushi hisses.Cobra now leaves his seat going towards Yasushi,guess he´s doing a nightshift in adulting dumbasses.

“Lift up that sleeve and let me see it.“Yasushi looks like Cobra turned insane.“I dealt with it.“He groans.„Fucking beautiful.But when you bleed to death or die from blood poisoning because of a nasty ass broken bottle,they´re gonna blame it on the adult gang leader that shouldn´t be in the woods with underage teenagers in the first place.Then my ass goes to jail,and even if it´s crazy enough in your future it ain´t gonna be in mine.Look at me.I ain´t gonna do great in jail.Now lift it.“Yasushi does as he´s told as he explains towards Murayama that his boy toy lost it.Murayama barks out a laugh.A ripped shirt with blood spreading on it is tied around his underarm.“At least you treated it somehow.“Odajima offers.Oya is a chaotic bunch for sure.Tsuksasa scoffs.„Fuck yeah I did I ain´t stupid.I poured vodka over it and yanked the two shards out.That´s easy as fuck.“Cobra hits him across the head turnig towards Kiyoshi.“Vodka.“He holds his hand out.“I ain´t gonna listen to a guy with boy band hair telling me how to party.“ Kiyoshi grumbles.

Cobra for a hot second thinks back towards Nonoru,Yamato and his three man party containing vodka in his Mugen times,before he switched to tequila,thanks to the nastiest hangover ever.The two tumbled wasted through Sannoh. “Oi!Itokan Diner man!I fucking found it!“Yamato slurrs.„Hell yeah!“Cobra exclaims nearly falling down. „Great!All we needed were four hours,seven busses (cause they kept taking the wrong ones) and nearly two bottles of Vodka.“Noboru says when Cobra runs against a hanging flower pot he could´ve sworn wasn´t there earlier.The damn flower pot knocked Cobra to the floor with a thud.Yamato cleaned that wound with vodka too.He shakes his head.

“At least I dont look like I have a vagina or a weird ass pastry on my head,gimme the liquor.“He hands hit over with a screw you.Cobra rolls his eyes.„Did any of you meatheads think of a first aid kit that doesn´t get you wasted?“Todoroki explains that he and Odajima didn´t plan any deadly injuries so they don´t have one.Jamuo hands him one.“Thanks.At least one is prepared.I love this kid.“Cobra starts treating his wound as Todoroki exclaims;„You literally belong under constand supervision of a person with a normal amount of brain cells or at least on a leash for crazy children that keep running off...“He sighs heavily.„That would be a human right violation.“Yasushi grumbles.“Woah big words Yasuhsi!“Nakaoka laughs. „The leash is a great idea.“Tsukasa nodds.“Kinky.“Tsukasa groans.“Will you shut your cakehole!“Fujio snaps.„They mean against deadly accidents and STD`s,Yasushi.“Odajima explains.

Even though they had this little escalation they do end up having a great time,when the wound is treated,they´ve eaten and relax with a beer and soda.„How about horror stories?!“Fujio offers.„What?Cannibal Hillbilly Misfits that make a human barbecue out of Jamuo?!“Yasushi snorts.Jamuo moves closer towards Tsukasa eyeing Yasushi with care.“That´s the plot of Wrong Turn kid.Relax.“ Shibaman states.“Yasushi and Kiyoshi scare them away anyways.“Nakagoshi nodds.When Cobra hands Murayama a beer he shook before making his boyfriend take a forced beer shower and crazy enough he laughs it off.“Call it a cocktail!“Tsuji laughs.“The beer explosion!“Nakagoshi adds.Cobra snorts shaking his head.“Oh don´t judge the creator of a cocktail without ever inventing one Cobra-san!“Fujio states happily.“I did 2013,Cobra-Twist strong enough to twist your organs.“Cobra explains drinking his beer.“Yeah so it´s a cocktail you´re named after then Cobra-chan!Do you suck at wrestling suddenly?!“Murayama teases.Cobra puts down his beer and cockily strutts towards Murayama who´s eyes widen.“Cobra,no!“He squeaks as he Cobra twists his boyfriend and the others break out laughing.

#high and low #high and low the worst #oya high #hanaoka fujio #high and low cobra #tsukasa takajo #todoroki yosuke #odajima yuken #nishikawa yasushi #kiyoshi #nakaoka #nakagoshi #shibaman #tsuji #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #murayama yoshiki

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evita-shelby · 3 days

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What Happens in Vegas

Or the modern!Jack Nelson x Eva Smith(oc) prequel to What Happens in Vegas where Jack and Eva elope in Las Vegas

Chapter 1

“Is this seat taken?”

John Fitzgerald Nelson could forget his own name, but never her.

How could he when they had the best Vegas experience in his life? One moment he’s sharing a crappy hotel room with his friends, the next he’s living it up in the penthouse with a hot girl with a lot of cash to burn.

She had mentioned starting business school, just never mentioned the college. She had heard him brag about how he did the impossible to make it into Harvard and gave him a sample of the life he’d soon live.

Now she was here, looking like she came off a modeling catalogue and ready to continue what they started. Or else she’d be pretending he doesn’t exist, wouldn’t be the first time his flings ended badly.

“Saved it just for you, sweetheart.” He can’t even hide his grin as he speaks.

It started out as just sex amongst friends, they partner up for class often and by winter break Jack knows no one better to ask for Katie’s stupid destination wedding in Cozumel.

He needed someone to pretend to be his girlfriend who could survive being grilled by his mom and sisters about their fake relationship. No woman he’s been with knows him as good as the gal sitting on the passenger seat of his car wearing his old hoodie because they couldn’t find the shirt in the mess back at his place.

Eva would be perfect as his fake girlfriend. All she has to do is agree to spend the week after Christmas with him and his family where everyone will believe they have been dating for a while now.

“Katherine is trying to set me up with one of her sisters-in-law and I may have lied and said I was already seeing someone.” Jack has never been timid and yet here he was feeling a sudden shyness as he shares his predicament with Evie while they share a beer and tacos as part of their post midterm celebration. “She called my bluff and now wants me to take my nonexistent girlfriend to Cozumel or she’ll unleash her desperate bridesmaids on me.”

“Promoting me from fuck buddy to fake girlfriend, what an honor!” Evie teased wiping taco grease from the edge of her lip with the sleeve of his hoodie. “On a scale from 1 to 10 how committed are we?”

Jack has no idea why she’d agree so quickly. He knows she has family that wanted to spend time with her and has been dreading the open invitation to Mexico City this Christmas. That she’d accept a trip to Cozumel with him and his family, who barely knows her, over it is rather baffling.

Her aunt was bitchy but nice enough, adored her from what he’d seen. Her cousins were great guys too, Nacho had covered for him when Livia de Souza asked him what the nature of his relationship with her nice/adopted daughter was.

“Enough to make my family believe we’re in love and all that bullshit. Sorry for springing this up on you at the last minute.” He drinks his beer hoping to settle his fears of her backing out.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve got nothing else to do besides avoiding my family this December.” The dark-haired beauty dismissed his apology and added, “Would make up for my abysmal birthday gift two weeks ago.”

“You shouldn’t have opened it in front of your aunt, Evie.” So, he’d gotten her a thong with the words ‘breakfast of champions’ that he saw at a novelty shop while out with his friends, how was he supposed to know her aunt would be visiting from Mexico City that day?

Or that her aunt would turn as red as her hair when she learned Jack was not just her friend but friend with benefits who she’s been seeing since they met in Vegas.

“The deal’s off if you make me fly coach, Nelson.”

#eva smith #evacore #jack nelson fanfic #jack nelson x oc #peaky blinders fanfiction #modern au

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artificialgrinder · 1 year

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THE DARK SEEPING IN (BRATZ FASHION PIXIEZ REIMAGINING) CH. 2

AN: In which the Devlin girls' father returns from a business trip. Breeana is excited as always, but Cymbeline, on the other hand, is acting strangely.

Here we see a revamped version of the opening scene from the actual movie. Enjoy!

"Daddy!" Breeana bolted out the front door, her arms already opened wide for her father.

The tall gate was just about closing behind Melvino when the car pulled up to the front of the Devlin house. The man didn't even drive the vehicle to the garage or power the thing down. He pulled the handbrake, left the car and ran to his youngest.

"There she is!" Melvino hugged Breeana like they hadn't seen each other in centuries. Two weeks sometimes felt like that. "I hope you've been behaving." He jested.

He didn't know about the party at Nevra's, nor did he need to. Breeana pulled out of the embrace, her smile somewhat mischievous. "Actually, we've had parties in the house every night. The kitchen burned down, and Cymbeline's pregnant."

As the two made their way towards the front door, Melvino chuckled. Fuck, he missed Bree's witty comments. "Cymbeline? She detests men."

"Oh, well, I'm glad you've taken the other stuff well."

Melvino ruffled his youngest daughter's hair. "Never change, honey. Where is Cymbeline anyway?"

"Inside . What about the car?" She looked over her shoulder to the still-active vehicle.

"Don't worry about it. The car will park itself."

As if on cue, the car began to move, the wheels turning towards the direction of the garage. In any other situation, or with any other family, everyone around would scream in sight of the spectacle.

Not the Devlin's, though. Breeana just smiled warmly. And with the flick of her hand, the front door opened, with no one on the other side to open it.

"That goddamn ghost again." Melvino quipped.

Breeana only giggled as the two finally entered the house. Her joy was diminished, however, seeing her older sister sitting on the stairs and sulking.

Cymbeline had been in this state for days now – slumpy, a word both she and Breeana used to describe moods like these, when the only emotions they could feel were negative, without explanation for why. Cymbeline may have been slumpy for days now, but the youngest Devlin somehow knew there was a reason.

Breeana let her eyes do the talking, demanding Cymbeline stand and greet their father.

There was a subtle eye roll from the green-eyed sister, which Breeana didn't miss.

"Home sweet home!" Melvino said with a relieved sigh, hanging up his coat by the door.

Cymbeline only smiled, just for a moment, before it was gone again. And yet, she still stood up from the stairs, made her way to her father and allowed him to embrace her.

Breeana almost commended her, like the girl was a baby, having just learned how to show such affection. But Cymbeline was not a child. This was not normal.

After kicking his shoes off, the reunion was moved to the kitchen. The youngest Devlin offered to make tea, to which Melvino opted for a beer instead, as he usually did after returning from a business trip. It sickened Breeana now, remembering the taste of tequila burning her throat.

"You both hungry? Let's get the grill going," Melvino made his way to the back door leading to the patio, "I can fill you in on the trip; you girls can fill me in on your week alone."

Breeana finished brewing her tea, glancing over her shoulder to her father, "the grill? It's like 9PM."

"Who cares? I'm an adult. I can do what I want." The patriarch of the Devlin family entered the outside world again.

"Cool," was the only response from Cymbeline.

Before Breeana could go and join her father, she glanced at her older sister. "Slumpy?" A small smile found its way to her face as it usually did when she made this assumption. Cymbeline would then smile back, probably following up with some self-deprecating joke.

But now, the green-eyed teenager only let her gaze flicker to her sister. "I'm fine, Bree'."

Breeana's smile disappeared.

Fuck, she was never more relieved to get out of the now claustrophobic kitchen.

Melvino was preparing the grill, seemingly unaware of Breeana's unease and how Cymbeline was just being…off. He continued to dwell in blissful ignorance as he cooked the beef burgers and took swigs from the beer bottle.

Breeana listened intently to the tellings of her father's latest business trip. By the sounds of his revelations, nothing was out of the ordinary in his world, everything operating as it should have been. Hearing this was always a huge relief, for the Devlins weren't always this lucky.

Melvino knew when something was on the horizon when some sort of threat slowly made itself known. But only sometimes did he know how to prepare for it.

As nervous as this made her, Breeana appreciated these discussions. One day, this would be her responsibility – to keep her family safe.

Sitting on the wall next to the grill, she tried her hardest to focus on her father's words, but Cymbeline would draw her attention away every so often. The older sister sat on the pool's edge, her feet brushing through the water.

Was she even listening?

"Okay, well, maybe this one will make you laugh," Melvino's voice drew his daughter's attention back to him. "I used to work at a blanket factory. But the factory…folded."

Confusion took Breeana over, just for a moment. When had they transitioned from business talk to dad jokes? When that confusion changed to amusement, she laughed. "Oh my God…"

Melvino smiled proudly, flipping the burgers.

"Dad, your jokes suck." But Breeana still laughed.

"Hilarious…" came a sarcastic comment.

The laughter stopped. Breeana turned her attention back to Cymbeline, Melvino doing just the same.

The older sister didn't turn around, her feet still dragging along the water.

"Cymbeline?" Melvino uttered, disregarding the sizzling of the cooking meat behind him.

Finally, she turned. She was smiling, her pretty face lit up.

But Breeana saw right through it. This was fake.

"It was a good joke, Dad," Cymbeline smirked, Breeana hearing the insincerity.

But Melvino's concern was diminished, his smile returning. "At least someone appreciates my humour."

Cymbeline's smile twitched. She blinked, looking away from her father for a moment. Obviously, something was wrong. But what? Breeana maintained her smile, but it was a quick beat from dropping.

"You seem kind of quiet tonight, honey. I mean, maybe it's girl stuff," Melvino turned back to the grill, checking the burgers, missing how Cymbeline scoffed. "Or…the fact it's almost your birthday." Glancing over his shoulder, he grinned again.

Cymbeline was really smiling now, red staining her cheeks. She was always the opposite of Breeana. Instead of liking things quiet, especially a birthday, she relished in all the attention.

"You excited, sis?" Breeana spoke to Cymbeline for the first time since stepping outside.

"Thrilled," Cymbeline's smile remained, but she spoke with the same enthusiasm she had when commenting on her dad's joke.

"Now, I know it's not for another while, but," Melvino placed the spatula on the counter beside the grill, "I think she deserves an early gift. Right, Bree'?"

"Sure. Go for it!" Breeana was overly enthusiastic now.

"Dad." Cymbeline finally stood, little droplets of water dripping down her feet. Her face and tone had softened. "You don't have to."

"I want to, though. You're my little girl. Both of you are," Melvino glanced between his daughters. "And I know you already know it, but I love you and think you deserve this."

The older sibling dropped her face, playing with her hands. There was something about this moment, how she was holding herself. Her shoulders tensed, mouth wobbling, as if she were about to break out into excited laughter.

Nothing really out of the ordinary for someone about to receive their first birthday gift.

"Ready? Close your eyes," Melvino said.

And Cymbeline did as she was told, letting the darkness shield her vision. She was starting to shake, anticipation rattling her. This was happening. This was really happening.

A hand found her own, lifting it up and placing something in her palm. Something cool to the touch.

"Alright. Open up," Melvino's voice sounded.

And she did it. She opened her green eyes, confusion already taking her over. For in her hand was a gold necklace with a sun pendant.

Her smile was slowly disappearing. "Oh. Wow."

"Do you like it? As soon as I saw it, I knew you had to have it." Her father explained.

"Yeah. It's… It's very pretty." Cymbeline spoke quietly. "Thanks, Dad." But she didn't lift her face, staring down at the shining object in her hand.

Her father stood there, waiting for his hug, for the excited little squeal his daughter would let out upon seeing something so precious. But when she didn't, his smile faltered. Glancing over his shoulder, he finally noted Breeana's curiosity, how she watched her older sister carefully.

"You…" Melvino looked at his eldest, "you okay, honey?"

Cymbeline's smile was gone, non-existent. She lifted her face, but her eyes faced down towards her chin. "It's just…" she shook her head, "I kind of thought…from the way you were speaking just now…it was going to be…."

If only there were a huge person-sized rock, Breeana would have just crawled right under it. Secondhand embarrassment; that's what she was feeling right then and there. Her eyes trailed off to the pool as if it would take her away from the awkward situation.

Melvino's brows were knit tight together, "it was going to be…."

Cymbeline was silent. Her gaze lifted, looking away to the pool, sucking in her bottom lip. Melvino encouraged her to speak again, so she sighed before saying, "It just wasn't what I wanted."

Fuck. That drew Breeana's attention right back. There was a statement on the tip of her tongue – who are you, and what have you done with my big sister? For it wasn't like Cymbeline to be like this. Fuck, she had scolded Breeana that one time she didn't say thank you after receiving a Valentine's card from a classmate. Cymbeline had her wild side, but she never forgot her morals.

Melvino rubbed the back of his neck, sighing heavily. Breeana couldn't determine if this was from frustration or embarrassment. Maybe both.

"Well, is there anything in particular that you'd want? Maybe I can fix this." Her father tried. God, he was the best. Even when his sister was having a brat moment, he was willing to go out of his way.

A smile returned to Cymbeline's face. But not like the one she displayed before.

There was something…almost sly…with a hint of wickedness. Finally, she looked back at her father. Stepping forward, she licked her lips, the smile widening. And she leaned forward, whispering in his ear.

Discreetly, Breeana moved closer as if she could hear what was being said. But Cymbeline was speaking too low. And, fuck, judging by her father's reaction, how his eyes slightly widened, lips parted, this wasn't going to be pretty.

Melvino pulled away abruptly, looking down at his eldest daughter. "Why?"

Cymbeline's smile remained, "Because I'm old enough. I'm mature and sensible. Come on, Daddy. You know I deserve my wish."

Realising his eldest wasn't going to scream SIKE at the top of her lungs, Melvino sighed again. How to go about this. How to go about this… "Cymbeline. Can't you just wait until your actual birthday?"

"Wait. So you want me to wait a whole month?" Cymbeline's brows were connecting, her mood evidently shifting.

Breeana's lavender gaze shifted between her father and sister. What was it that Cymbeline wanted? Her first car? $1000?

"It'll fly by faster than you know it, Cymb'. I promise. And when the time comes, I'll make sure they're extra beautiful." Melvino lifted his hands at his sides, "How about it?"

Breeana hoped her sister would just smile already, apologise for her out-of-character moment. But that didn't happen.

Cymbeline lowered her eyes, shoulders sagging. "Okay."

Not the response the youngest had hoped for, but it was the best they'd get.

The touchy subject was brushed under the table. Melvino continued to grill the food whilst Breeana resumed her post on the wall. Even though it was over, the tensity still lingered. And it was becoming painful for Breeana to fill the silence with words that didn't really matter.

Once the food was cooked and prepared, she could have screamed. What was going on in her father's head that made him think eating altogether, after a heated exchange like that, was a good idea?

Sitting at the bench, Cymbeline at her side and Melvino opposite her, Breeana tried her damned hardest to focus on the burger in her hand.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Her lavender gaze flickered to her father, the man casting too many glances at Cymbeline to be discreet.

The older Devlin sister was much more content in playing with her food rather than eating it.

"These are really good, Dad," Breeana uttered after swallowing.

Melvino only spared her a quick look, a small smile appearing and vanishing just as fast as it was there. The man was solely focused on Cymbeline at this moment. Concerned even.

This was uncomfortable. So fucking uncomfortable. Not at all normal for the Devlin family, especially when the patriarch would return from his trips. If there was ever tension between them, it was simply because someone was waiting for their turn to speak already.

And now, with so much space to speak, no one had anything to say.

But Melvino couldn't let it continue. "You okay, Cymbeline?"

His eldest daughter lifted her head, face sort of puzzled as if their discussion hadn't happened at all. "What?"

"You alright?"

Cymbeline's green gaze flickered to Breeana briefly before looking back to her father. "Do I…seem alright?"

Melvino played with fallen leaves of lettuce on his plate. "I…I don't know. Just… you're very quiet."

Something about that…Something about what he just said clearly hit a nerve with Cymbeline. Her brows joined, a quick breath of a laugh escaping her nostrils, " quiet ? Why would I be anything but quiet when you could potentially piss me off even more."

"I pissed you off?" Melvino stopped messing with his own food now. "How did I piss you off?"

"Oh, you're not a stupid man, Dad. You can figure it out, I'm sure." Cymbeline laughed sarcastically.

"No - no. Just say it, Cymb'," Melvino leaned forward slightly, the agitation in his voice becoming more evident.

"Guys," Breeana's gaze shifted between the pair.

"I will not say a thing." Cymbeline practically spat. "You should know…why I am feeling the way I do right now."

"You're usually an outspoken person. Just answer the question." Melvino's tone was becoming sharper.

"Look, if you continue to patronise me, I'll fucking leave this table."

And that was it. Melvino cracked. His palm slapped down on the bench, the plates bouncing in place. The patriarch stood, pointing a finger at his daughter. "Do not use that fucking language with me!"

Breeana's heart was pounding.

Cymbeline was next to stand, nostrils flared, "What are you going to do about it, Dad? What are you going to fucking do about it?"

As the echo of her voice carried over the garden, the burning fire pit flickered a little more for it to be natural. Somehow, Cymbeline had shouted louder than her father. And that scared Breeana even more.

Melvino seethed. But under his daughter's gaze, the fire of the pit reflecting in her green eyes, he sat down again.

"I," Cymbeline breathed deeply, her voice shaking, "am tired of you and the way you…you fucking shelter us," she was becoming frantic, exaggerating with her hands as if trying to convince herself of her words, "you need to open your fucking eyes!"

"Oh, I need to open my eyes?" Melvino held a hand to his chest, brows raised. "Cymbeline, I shelter you, girls, because I need to. I have to protect you both in case - -"

"I told you not to patronise me," Cymbeline leaned forward, pointing her finger at Melvino. "You are nothing but a bigotted pig. Y-You think us poor little girls can't fucking protect ourselves when in reality, I have protected myself from so much in my teen years." Cymbeline's voice raised. "Jesus, you don't even know me! You - You got me a fucking gold necklace. When have I ever worn gold necklaces? Dad, if you really - really knew me, you'd open your tiny ass eyes and fucking see that all I want is freedom!"

Freedom? That's what she wanted? Now, it was Breeana's turn to be confused. Yes, their father may have sheltered his daughters, but to a certain degree. Never once had she personally felt caged by the man who raised them.

Of course, Melvino was seething. "Cymbeline, you are a smart girl. But you're not yet mature for such a big change in your life."

And with that, Cymbeline breathed out another laugh. "Well…if I'm so immature to handle something like that, then why the fuck do you leave me to babysit her for weeks on end?"

Breeana's heart stopped. Something about that statement…that word… her. As if she were a burden on Cymbeline's life. As if "babysitting" her was too much to ask.

Melvino didn't respond for a moment. In fact…he didn't respond at all.

A triumphant smile worked its way onto Cymbeline's face. "See? You're a sexist cunt."

The youngest had enough. "Cymbeline!"

Finally, her older sister acknowledged her. "I'm sorry, but who invited you to this conversation?"

It was just getting worse and worse. Who was this girl? Where the fuck did the real Cymbeline go?

Breeana was lost for words, her eyes doing the talking.

As for Cymbeline's, they burned right through her baby sister, almost as if she had been harbouring some blazing hot resentment toward the younger Devlin girl.

This was not a slumpy day.

This was not Cymbeline.

"Fuck this," the older Devlin sister grumbled, sliding out from the bench and storming toward the house.

Sure, there had been arguments. There had been disagreements. But never as bad as this.

Breeana watched her sister from the moment she left the table until she disappeared into the house. Melvino, on the other hand, just stared down at his plate. His daughter watched him, trying to figure out the look on his face. Strange, because after what just went down, she expected him to look hurt – maybe his chin would wobble, or his eyes glisten with tears he tried to keep from falling.

Instead, his brows were still crossed. His eyes shifted back and forth as if looking between his knife and fork. He was thinking, deep in thought.

"Daddy?" Breeana spoke quietly, uncomfortable. "Are you okay?"

Melvino didn't answer, as if he hadn't heard her at all.

"I'm really sorry about…" she paused, sighing. She wasn't the one who needed to apologise, "I don't even know what's wrong with her. What did she ask you for?"

Finally, Melvino acknowledged his youngest again, the confusion shifting. "Nothing."

Pfft. Clearly, not nothing. Breeana's hand found its way around her glass of water, the condensation soothing to her now-tingling skin. She stared at the fire pit, thinking about how it flickered the moment Cymbeline snapped…how chaotic it was.

"I'll… I'll talk to her later," Breeana glanced at her father, the man quickly gobbling the burger like it was his first meal in months.

Now wasn't the time to discuss Cymbeline's outburst.

But when would it be?

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wheeler-beretta-harwood · 2 years

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Fourth of July is the holiday when Americans get to day drink usually on the beach, backyards bbqs, or pools while eating way too many hot dogs and hamburgers. Than shoot off fireworks while trying not to burn your fingers off. How are you and your AEW bae celebrating?

I have had a little bit of writer's block with this one, that's why I didn't get it out there on time. Just pretend it's still the Fourth of July (although it isn't that important here). I am also not really happy with it.

This is a prequel to sunburn aftercare, so to speak.

"Christine!!!" I almost tackle my friend down when I hug her. She tumbles a bit, but doesn't fall.

"Calm down, Sweet Tits, it's just been 3 weeks", she replies and giggles.

Next to her, her now husband Trent just shakes his head at me.

"Stop giving me that look, Beretta. You stole my best friend for your excessively long honeymoon! 20 days!! Who does that?!" He just chuckles at my remark and wraps an arm around Christine as I let them into Cash's and my home.

We walk outside to the pool, where Dax and Cash already stand in front of the grill, each a cold beer in hand. As soon as Trent sees, his male sense tickles and he, too, stands next to the grill. I will never understand what it is with men and staring into open fire, watching meat cook itself. I laugh at the sight before pulling Christine along with me, over to where Maria sits on one of the loungers.

Cash knows I do not care much for the holiday itself as I am not American, but I love having our friends around. That's why he suggested we have a little get together at our place. It's just us 6: our newlyweds Christine and Trent, Dax and his wife Maria, and the two of us. We'll have a little BBQ with our best friends before we go to the beach and watch the fireworks there.

As the two ladies get comfortable, I walk over to get some drinks - wine for Christine, and tequila for Maria, she is her husband's wife after all, as well as a beer for myself. When I return, the two are already deep in conversation about Christine's honeymoon. Her eyes are glowing while she talks about all the things they did, the amazing food they had, and just generally about how great Trent is. I smile because I adore how happy she is with him and that they've taken the next step in their relationship. She deserves all the happiness in the world and more.

When she is finished with her story, we all look over to our men, who are in deep conversation themselves. It's either about the same we talked, or they still discuss the beauty of a good ol' BBQ. I think it is option number 1.

My eyes lock with Cash's, and for the first in a long time, I have no idea what the look he gives me means. His focus shifts back to Dax, and it seems our food is about to be ready.

When I turn back to my girls, they both expectantly look at me.

"What?!"

Maria is the first to speak. "You do realize that you're now the only one NOT married?"

I give her a weak smile. "So?"

Now Christine chimes in, looking over the frame of her sunglasses. "Soooo, when are you tying the knot?! You guys haven't even talked about it yet!"

"We actually have...at least we mentioned it. After your wedding, when we had our extended weekend. You know, the sunburn incident."

Both their eyes grow big, and I can't help but laugh. "Chill! We're not engaged. We both just said we wanted to get married to each other eventually. That's it." They both squeal, because they know it is a big step for the two of us to even just say that. It's not that we are afraid of the commitment that comes with marriage, but we both have had our trouble with accepting love. It's like we never felt worthy of love, and needed to learn just that. And it is still a process.

"Keep it down, will ya?" I try to hush them. I freak out a little when Cash walks over to us, but he just tells us the food's ready. I get up and he takes my hand and leads me over to where I set up the table earlier on. Then we enjoy our steaks, burgers, and hotdogs. It is a wonderful evening among friends, filled with funny stories and lots of laughter.

When it gets dark, we drive over to the beach, and I watch my two friends and their significant others walk in front of Cash and myself. It's not that I am jealous, but their comment keeps ringing in my ears.

I'm the only one not married...

As we walk along, Cash puts his hand on the small of my back and presses his lips on my temple. I grin and lean into his embrace. No matter how long we have been together, I still get flustered when he gets all soft with me. It makes me weak in the knees and my stomach turns in the most delicious way imaginable.

We find a nice place and wait for the fireworks to start. As soon as they go off, I notice in the corner of my eye that Trent is making out with my best friend, like a bunch of teenagers. I chuckle lowly and lean against Cash who's standing behind me. He, on the other hand, watches how Dax holds his wife close to him and kisses her cheek.

They are all so happy...

Then I feel his arms wrap around my stomach while he rests his head on my shoulder.

"Marry me please, Cash." I hear the words come out of my mouth before my brain can even process what they mean. When I realize what I just said, I feel...relieved. Free. Those words needed to come out.

Behind me, I hear Cash puff out a gust of air before he kisses my neck and whispers in my ear. "You always have to beat me to it, Buttercup." I notice him fumbling in his pocket and then he holds a velvet box in front of me. When he opens it, I see a beautiful ring with a single mint green gem.

"How long...?", is everything that comes out of my mouth as I turn my head to face him. His eyes are watery when he answers me. "Two months." My eyes tear up as well, and I press my lips against his. "I love you so much, babygirl", he says when we pull apart, "And I have known for quite some time that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So yes, I will gladly marry you." Then he slides the ring on my finger.

"I love you too, baby. Can't wait to brag with my handsome, talented husband." We kiss again, and I feel like I am on cloud nine until Christine's voice brings me back down to earth.

"Did....did you just get engaged!?!" Our only answers are cheesy grins on our faces. She jumps up and down like a child and then throws herself at me, congratulating me. The kerfuffle she causes makes everyone around us notice what just happened and all the strangers start clapping. I hide my face in Cash's neck. "Oh God, make it stop, baby." I say, lips ghosting over his skin.

He laughs at my comment. "Oh come on, Buttercup, let's give them a show." Then he cups my face and brushes his lips against mine before passionately kissing me. I melt into his touch and don't care about anyone else around anymore. He's all that matters. When we stop kissing, I tell him the Fourth of July now is my favorite holiday.

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gallawitchxx · 2 years

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Okay I LOVE that head canon! Post-orgasm nap Mickey would definitely still be horny if he woke up to Ian being a tough guy. He might even think it's a dream ... Thank you for joining our fun Anna (:

Now that I think about it, Mickey feels like a technophobe. Like, there's no way that guy could even figure out Instagram. But Ian probably has it so, Liam helped him download it and he's only following Ian and commenting inappropriate shit on a picture of Ian's tomatoes because he doesn't give a shit if everyone can see his comments! Ian still uses Facebook because he's in all the Gardening Tips Facebook groups.

However, I'm still a slut for a good Tumblr AU and will always be a slut for a good Tumblr AU (I wonder if there's an Instagram AU)

OKay here's a thought - What do you think Mickey discovers that he actually enjoys from Ian's west side activities? Does he enjoy yoga or Pilates ? Ian liked him flexible Does he learn how to swim and actually does it on his own? They have to cook now, is Mick any good? New friends??

And also, do they get tattoos together ? (I bet Mick wants the boobs covered up, Ian forgets they're there, but Mickey makes a face every time he looks at the tattoo)

As always, you are a treasure (:

-anon xx

hello xx anon! 🥳

you sneaky sneaky anon, i've seen you popping into other people's inboxes... spreading the headcanon love... you gonna make that question blog that @ianandmickeygallavich suggested? lol ANYWAY I HOPE YOU HAVE BEEN HAVING A NICE DAY! 🥰

first of all, i am such a slut for a good tumblr au. i'm sure you know all about @/hornygaythug by @whatthebodygraspsnot & YQHBR by @celestialmickey? so so good, so so different lol. also you know i'm hot for tumblr!mickey--he made me develop a whole glove kink during the spicy collab last year! LOL.

instagram au's... there's this one by @jackieq where ian's an ig influencer! but that's the only fic i can think of off the top of my head.

now for your new questions: this got embarrassingly long, so it's under a cut! xx

oh the westside...

i'd personally like to think that they move back to the southside later. buy a nice little house and host the niblings on the weekends... but maybe mickey could get down with the pool & grill life while he's on the westside? he loves a cold beer & a hawaiian shirt, so why not? i could see mickey getting comfortable in the pool enough to float on his back? turn his brain off a bit? but i don't see him being a big swimmer or even liking too much chaos while he's in the water. he'll gladly throw a child in though!

do i think mickey would enjoy yoga or pilates? hell no. the only workout that man needs is kev-fit & fucking. but ian could probably talk him into going anyway. especially after he loosens up a bit & feels how much further ian can bend him in half.

i do think that they likely make friends, some guys who are more their speed or even some chicks that live in the building & give mickey a hard time in a way that he likes. oooohmygosh now i want them to get lesbian friends LOL. someone write the fic! & yeah, i think they both get pretty handy in the kitchen, especially after ian starts growing vegetables. it's a fun way to be together & they both start to enjoy food in a way that they never could before. plus, i don't think mickey wants to be embarrassed in public, like if he doesn't know what something is or doesn't like something, so he feels more comfortable experimenting at home.

tattooooos!

i do think that ian would do something to commemorate mickey on his body, a la ian galager. but they're definitely not going to be rocking matching tattoos or any fairy shit like that. i could also see them getting their wedding bands tattooed, but they're both so sensory, they probably love the feel of wearing it... of cool metal on their skin... feeling each others on their bodies... yeah....

as far as the tits... eh, i think mickey probably doesn't give a shit. they're just there. s'not like he has to look at them that often. maybe ian covers them up one day with a real tribute piece? but i'd like to think it becomes kind of funny. like, i could totally see mickey being like, "this f-slur's got a pair of tits on his back" during a drinking game at a party. but i also think because they're unfortunately attached to monica, he's probably pretty careful about it?

as always, these were spectacular questions! thank you for blessing me with them 🖤🖤🖤🖤

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 2 years

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HEART'S REDEMPTION - CHAPTER 7

*Warning: Adult Content*

The more Ian Foley knows about Sam Asato the less he knows what to think of him.

Sam had told Ian all about Demons and stuff over the seven hours they spent on the road today but to be honest he didn’t understand much.

There were too many names to remember, too many ‘levels’ and ‘realms’ and too many rules.

In the end, Ian gave up trying to learn anything and just listened.

It keep Sam busy and Ian liked the sound of his voice.

The most important thing, as far as Ian was concerned, is that Sam can see the damn things and tell if a person is possessed or not.

‘That’s good enough for me.’

There had been no trouble since the diner but they’d stuck to the back roads and they’d barely stopped all day.

Ian’s truck already stands out an with a few bullet holes and and a busted rear window, it’ll be hard for anyone to miss it.

‘I need to get it fix as soon as possible.’

So when their route took them through this little hamlet and Ian spotted the garage with the sweet pick-up out front, he knew it was time to call it a day.

Ian can tell Sam is nervous about stopping but he hasn’t had a good nights sleep in three days and he’s determined to sleep in a real bed tonight... demons be damned.

Now that they have both settled in, Ian figures they might as well get some supplies and some things for Sam.

‘Sure it’s not my habit to shell out cash for a guy I just met but Sam id different. He needs me and I want to help.’

The town is small... just a few streets... but it has a thrift shop and after making sure it’s demon free, they go in and manage to find Sam a few decent outfits.

The rest of what they need they get from a drugstore nearby.

As they are walking back to the motel, Ian’s eyes are drawn to a little street-corner pub and he proposes a detour.

Sam ensures it’s possession-free and then Ian treats himself to curly-fries, a cheeseburger and a rich dark stout.

‘Not exactually heart-healthy but nobody lives forever, right?’

Sam orders a grilled-cheese and a cola and they pick a small table near the back, away from the window.

When the server brings the food, Ian eyes him with suspicion... he’s not the same one that took their order... but Sam shakes his head in reassurance.

Not a demon this time. Just a waiter.

“Here you go, handsome,” the waiter says, putting Ian’s plate down with a wink.

“Enjoy.”

“Oh. Uh... thanks,” Ian replies, looking up in surprise.

The waiter flashes Ian a big smile and he’s almost certain Sam’s eyes flash red for a second but it might be a trick of the light.

“Name’s Carlos,” the waiter says.

“My pleasure to serve you this evening. If you need anything. Just... give me a call.”

He winks again and saunters away and Ian finds himself checking him out.

He looks to be in his late-twenties, has long dark hair in a ponytail, a medium complexion and a nice face.

“Is that your type?” Sam asks and Ian looks over at him to find him watching with an unhappy turn to his mouth.

“Er... no. Not really,” Ian says.

“I was just surprised. People don’t usually peg me for being gay at first sight.”

“I don’t think he did,” Sam says, rolling his eyes.

“I think he just took a chance because you’re hot.”

“I am?”

“Well... Yeah.”

Sam blushes, a light pink flush spreading across his cheeks.

It’s adorable and Ian clears his throat and takes a sip of his beer to hide his smile.

Unlike at breakfast, is almost too good and after the fourth time Carlos stops by to check on them, Sam tells him ‘We are fine’ with a tone that clearly translates as ‘fuck off’ and the waiter leaves them alone until they have finished their meal.

When Carlos brings the check however, Ian notices the waiter has written his name and phone number on the copy of the receipt.

“Carlos, eh?” Sam smirks.

“Are you going to answer that?”

“Nah,” Ian shrugs, leaving the receipt on the table with a nice tip.

“I’m not after a casual fling and we won’t be here long enough for anything else.”

“But otherwise... you might?” Sam asks Ian as they leave and start walking back to the motel.

Ian considers for a moment before answering.

“No,” Ian says.

“Probably not.”

“Why not?” Sam asks, frowning.

“He’s hot and clearly into you.”

Ian doesn’t answer and Sam doesn’t press.

Ten minutes later they are back at the motel and so much time has passed that Ian thinks that maybe Sam has forgotten about it and will let the issue drop.

No such luck, as it turns out.

“You should have keep his number,” Sam comments, dumping the bags of clothes on his bed.

“I mean, you never know.”

Ian takes a long breath, studying the awful, confetti-themed carpet at his feet.

He’s been thinking how to say this or even if he should but Sam was leaving him no choice.

“Maybe I look like the kind of guy that goes after anything that moves,” Ian says slowly.

“But I’m not. Not anymore, at least. My last relationship ended almost two years ago and I’m still not ready to try again.”

“Your boy broke your heart?” Sam asks, halting his inventory to look up at Ian.

“No it was my fault,” Ian says, wiping a hand over his mouth.

“I hurt him.”

“You found someone better, you mean?”

“No,” Ian says quickly.

“There was no one better. That’s not what I mean. I mean, I hurt him.”

Sam looks at Ian for a moment, startled.

“You mean... like... physically?”

Ian Foley nods shamefully.

“Just once. But like he said, once was more than enough. And he wasn’t the first. I had done it before.”

Ian takes another breath and scrubs his fingers through his hair.

“It’s like I get to a point in a relationship when the other person knows me pretty well and I just can’t believe that they still like me anyway. I feel like they shouldn’t... like I have to make them hate me as much as I hate...” Ian trails off, leaving the rest unsaid.

“So... you hurt them?” Sam asks quietly.

Ian nods again, feeling the shame burn his face and sting his eyes but refusing to look away from the young man.

‘It looks like Sam likes me for some reason and he needs to understand why it’s a bad idea.’

“Sometimes when I lose my temper or if I drink too much, I talk with my fist. You know, the ‘Form’ you take when you ‘Shift’ reflects your true nature?” Ian asks Sam, trying hard to conceal the crack in his voice.

Sam shakes his head but Ian goes on anyway.

“Ever since I first ‘Shifted’ and took the ‘Form’ of a bear, I’ve been afraid it means that I’m just a stupid brute. That it means... something inside me is bad.”

“But bears are really smart,” Sam says, frowning.

“They are like really resourceful and playful too. Like if you were an alligator or something, I’d be worried,” he smiles.

“I’ve watched a lot of nature shows the last few years.”

Ian looks up at Sam, realizing his eyes must be red with buries tears.

“Yeah? Well I’ve only met one other Shifter who took a bear form. He was my boss when I was working to get my contractor’s licence. At first it was such a relief. Another bear and a decent guy. And then,” Ian takes a deep breath and runs his hands over his hair.

“He got arrested for all kinds of terrible shit... not the least of which was murdering his first wife.”

“Ian,” Sam frowns at him.

“Just because he was a bad guy doesn’t mean that you’re a bad guy.”

Ian casts Sam a glance.

“I’ve hurt people, Sam. People I’ve cared about. People I’ve loved. They get hurt either by me or because of me and I’m pretty sure that’s bad.”

Sam looks like he wants to argue but Ian goes on before he can.

“That’s why I’m going to Alaska. There are a clan of Shifters up there that are all bears. I want to meet them... to understand what makes us take that shape. maybe if I see it with my own eyes, good people with the same nature as me... i’ll be able to forgive myself for my mistakes and maybe even convince myself that I won’t make them again.”

Sam regards the handsome red-head with his head tilted slightly to one side.

“I don’t know, Ian. I’ve seen a lot of bad people and you don’t look like one to me.”

‘His reassurances carries the lure of some sweet drug and I want it bad. I just can’t let myself have it.’

“Like I said. I hurt the people I love,” Ian snaps.

“Not random kid-demons I barely know. Anyway, I’d rather be alone for the rest of my life that hurt someone again. So, No. I wouldn’t call ‘Carlos’ even if I wanted to.”

Ian looks at Sam for a moment and sees he looks suitably upset... and well he should after finding out the guy he picked to save him was no Knight in shinning amour after all.

“I’m taking a shower,” Ian says and retreats to the cramped mildew-scented bathroom to do just that.

When Ian is finished, Sam is sitting on his bed, watching T.V.

He takes his turn in the shower and comes out in nothing but a pair of underwear and a tank top.

Ian doesn’t know what he expected... pajamas or something... even though they didn’t buy any.

He takes Ian off guard and the red-haired man’s eyes go on a little journey before his higher brain function can stop them.

‘Sam is not tall compared to my six-four frame but he is trim and compact, his skin looks almost impossibly smooth and he’s got barely any body hair.’

‘I feel like a ginger beast by comparison.’

‘His form is graceful and his beauty lands somewhere just to the masculine side of androgynous.’

‘He looks back at me and dark lash-veiled eyes flicker up to meet mine and his pink lips part as though he too is taken by surprise.’

‘I feel a shock like a little bolt of lightening through my soul.’

And then the sexy human-demon hybrid laughs, breaking whatever spell he’d been weaving.

“Gotcha,” Sam smirks flopping onto his bed.

“But you know,” he adds.

“If you want this... it’s all yours.”

He trails his own hand up his leg to his hip and across his taut stomach.

“You said you would stop that,” Ian reminds him, feeling a little angry.

“So, stop it.”

“Fine. But damn. You’re no fun, you know that?” Sam says, lying back with a puff of frustration.

“There are other ways to have fun you know?” Ian grumbles.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Fuck, I don’t know. You have to find that out for yourself. Where your passions lie... all that crap,” Ian informs him, lying down on his own bed and turning off the light.

“You’ll help me though, right?” Sam asks quietly.

“I mean, I don’t think I know where to start.”

Ian doesn’t answer right away, letting the silence settle between them like a curtain.

Finally the older man lets out a breath he’d been holding and answers the young man.

“Sure,” Ian says.

“I’ll help you.”

“Thank you, Ian,” Sam softly.

“You’re a good... friend.”

Ian makes a noncommittal noise in return and closes his eyes.

But the vision that was played in his brain... as the song says... still remains and he finds himself in a very uncomfortable state.

A hard pinch and a good mental shake takes care of it though and pretty soon he falls asleep, listening to the quiet drone of the T.V. as Sam sits up late.

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