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kisskissbanggang · 9 months

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Jumpspace Renegade - ep. 16 ✨🚀

[2.7k words, 10min. read - Stray Kids Multi Fic, Scifi!au, Choose Your Own Adventure - Chan x Fem. Reader, Seungmin x Fem. Reader - SFW/Smut in Other Chapters- Navigating Feelings, Platonic(?) Intimacy, Ominous Plot Hints, Miserable Disappointment, TWO SMOOCHES, Coffee in the Morning, Terrible Mornings After, Chan is Such a Dick, Seungmin Might Actually be a Good Boy, Reader has a Terrible Idea, Always Check the Tags]

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You didn't catch a single wink of sleep after what Chan said.

Chan, on the other hand, slept great judging by how chipper he was when you reluctantly awoke.

Fine. You did sleep, but it wasn't nearly enough, and it wasn't good sleep.

And there was a good, extra reason for that, besides the captain nonchalantly making you paranoid of practically the whole crew again in one fell swoop. Judging by the alarm clock on Chan’s bedside table, the two of you had slept in.

“Come on,” Chan whined, lobbing your shirt at you. “Everyone’s probably up by now.” He was wearing his bionic limbs and fully dressed, even smoking a clip before he realized he was publicly being a hypocrite, and now he was rushing you to put your clothes back on. The captain clicked off the clip and shoved it in his pocket before throwing you your shorts next.

You groggily pulled on your underwear and clothes, shuffling out of Chan’s bed so you could put on your shoes. He leaned against his desk, reading something on his tablet. You felt him looking at you. When you hazarded a glance back at him, he only smirked, like he had a little secret.

Chan easily intercepted you when you approached his door, caressing an arm around your shoulder and leading you to his closet instead before he briefly hugged you, his lips pressing to your temple.

“That was fun last night,” he said.

“It was,” you tepidly agreed. It was true, but that didn't mean you had to feel good about it. “Any reason I can't embark on my Walk of Shame?”

“Oh,” the captain chuckled before leaning down to open the hatch to the service access, “it’d be weird if the guys know we slept together again, that's all.”

“You can not be serious!” you groaned.

He flipped open the hatch. “I am!”

“Well, you should apologize!”

“I won't!”

You gawked at him, arms folded across your chest in offense. In response, Chan rolled his eyes, his stance complementing your own with his hands on his hips.

“Fine!” he relented. “What am I apologizing for?”

Your arms dropped to your sides, stunned. “For telling everyone in the first place!”

He shrugged and began ushering you into the hatch. “It’s not that big a deal, dude.”

“It is clearly a big deal to you, you prick!” You bristled, shoving yourself back against the wall of the closet in refusal of being coerced into the service access. This was achieving something with Chan, but it was difficult to parse out exactly what.

The captain cocked his head, looking away and just embarrassed enough to satisfy you. “Fine,” he repeated. “It matters, okay? It’s complicated. A lot of this is complicated. You are complicated.”

“Maybe because I’m a person?” you clarified.

Chan reluctantly nodded.

“Maybe because you humiliated and shamed me in front of the crew as some power move?”

There was a hesitance before Chan gave in and nodded again. He still wouldn’t look you in the eye.

“Fine,” he sighed a third time. “I’m sorry for telling everyone in the first place. Now will you do me this favor, please?”

“Holy shit,” you scoffed, lowering yourself down into the hatch, “you’re way cuter when you’re not being a narcissistic jackass.”

You hopped into the opening, stormed through the service access, and down into your cabin, almost audibly grumbling from how much the captain had got under your skin. First he pulled the rug out from under you with the entire nonsense with the ring, sending you spiraling into a whole mess of doubt and paranoia, but then he had to go and be a fickle asshole in the morning after being incredibly vulnerable and affectionate with you again. You were resigned to actually making good on the threat you’d originally made when you formed your alliance the previous night: if he ever touched you again, now you’d definitely break his knees.

That asshole.

Dreading running into anyone before you were mentally ready, you opted to simply gargle some mouthwash into the utility sink in the workshop before heading to the galley. You were far too discombobulated to bother with any surprises this morning. On the screen next to the kitchen, someone had put the flight path back on now that the detour to Phaborus was complete. The Ambler would dock at Sentury Station the following night. Jisung had told you that this would be where you would sell the ring if you wanted a good payday, but now you had his other lead as well. The clock was ticking.

You’d been pretty set on asking Seungmin for help with this when you couldn’t sleep, but now your doubts were far louder, forcing you to reconsider. Chan was unequivocally off the table after this morning. Jisung wasn’t on your shit list anymore, but there was still the troubling matter of him stealing from you in the first place. Felix would likely only be able to provide limited support with his skillset, unfortunately, and you didn’t like that Changbin was capable of keeping a giant secret from someone he was so close to. Then there was Hyunjin and Jeongin, who you simply didn’t know enough to trust. That did, once again, leave Seungmin.

The galley was sparsely populated when you took a look around. Felix and Changbin were nowhere to be seen, with the former likely still being knocked out on those painkillers Minho gave him. By now, it seemed like Minho thought the ranger should just sleep through recovery. You were relieved to not see Chan, and humored that maybe you delayed just enough to have missed him. Hyunjin sipped some coffee while he read his tablet in the booth, and Jisung was helping with dishes while Jeongin sat on the counter. Another hot ball of doubt was burning in your gut, but you knew you had to trust yourself. You could do this yourself, but you were in all new environments that you’d never worked in before, navigating social expectations and cultures you’d never experienced. Although it was hard to trust yourself, you knew that doing so and asking for help was the only answer.

The only problem was the navigator was nowhere to be seen.

“Hey,” Jisung kindly greeted you.

“Good morning,” Jeongin added. “Nova, can you take Lee’s food to him?”

“Sure,” you nodded, trying to be casual while you reached for the plate being handed to you. “Did everyone else eat?”

“Not everyone,” Jeongin shook his head. “Seungmin was first, just grabbed his food and went back to the bridge. He looked super busy. Changbin grabbed some grub for him and Felix, then Jisung and Hyunjin came. That just leaves you and–”

“Hey!” Chan cheerily greeted from the door.

You had to stop your eyes from rolling back into your head.

“Did I miss anything fun?” the captain added. You attempted to edge your way out of the kitchen. A straight shot to see Minho personally right now would help you to not have to bother with so much–

“Not really,” Jeongin shrugged. “Jisung is helping with the dishes and Nova is taking food down to the bounty.”

You almost preemptively sighed.

“Oh really?” Chan chuckled. “I don’t think so.”

A familiar bionic hand descended in your view to grab the plate in your hands. You turned to share a disgruntled look with Chan.

“You’re banned from waitress duties, remember?” he laughed.

You should’ve known an opportunity like that was too good to last. Instead of arguing, however, you let him leave, waiting until he was out of sight to slide out of the kitchen and head towards the bridge. It wouldn’t be worth bickering with Chan anyway.

The bridge was eerily quiet. Federal watch requirements were more lax in jumpspace, so especially with no one at the consoles, it was weirdly empty. Only uninterrupted space laid in front of you, with maybe a couple dots out in the distance that were actually other ships. You peeked into the empty nav office, where the only inhabitants were Seungmin’s charts, neatly stuffed into cubby holes lining the wall all the way up to the ceiling.

You checked on the empty library, someone’s unclaimed tablet laying on a charging pad by a plush easy chair in the small space, and then you took a quick glance at the medical office across the way. No sign of Seungmin anywhere, until you turned and saw the navigator’s cabin door open, only an inch or so. You edged your nose into the crack of the door, looking inside and finding no one.

However, when you turned back around, you screamed as you found yourself face to face with him.

“Seungmin!” you gasped, catching your breath.

“Spying on me?” he ribbed.

“Looking for you,” you corrected.

He grinned and scooted in next to you in the doorway before holding it open for you. “Well here I am,” he chuckled. “Wanna come in?”

“Sure,” you smiled bashfully. In a moment of terror, you wondered if your hickey from the other day had finally faded. Regardless, you followed Seungmin into his cabin, taking a second to enjoy the better view. Previously, you’d only had glances in here. The first thing you noticed was that Seungmin seemed to prefer much brighter settings, his light level far higher than everyone else, who apparently preferred dim or no lights at all. He had his own coffee machine tucked into the corner of his desk, along with some random trinkets. A stuffed bear, a pouch made of wood beads, a collection of pretty rocks – you found yourself wishing you could just forget the whole reason you came here and ask him about these items instead, simply enjoy your time with him like you found it so easy to do already.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. He walked over to the desk and grabbed a couple mugs from his personal collection.

The question was unexpectedly penetrating. There was a lot wrong. And it apparently showed on your face. Seungmin passed you a cup of coffee before climbing up onto his makeshift bed on the windowsill, his “nest” as you’d called it the first time you saw it. He patted the blanket next to him and he set his mug down. Seungmin took your coffee in one hand, and your hand in his other before hoisting you up. You tried the hot brew, enjoying it a surprising amount. The navigator was looking at you expectantly, and you nodded your approval of the coffee. His expression changed then, shifting right to a worried frown. He reached a hand over, cupping your cheek and encouraging you to look at him.

“Not the coffee,” he shook his head. “What’s wrong?”

The repeated question finally got an answer out of you. His hand was warm on your cheek. “So, about my ring…”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“I, er, wasn’t aware that it already had a reputation before I came on board.”

Seungmin retracted his hand at that point, returning to his mug. “Ah,” he nodded stoically. “I see.”

“And Chan told me last night that the bounty–”

“When did you talk to Chan? I don’t think I saw him after the launch last night so I assumed he was in his cabin all evening unless I was just missing him entirely.”

You and Seungmin locked eyes, and your resolve immediately crumbled.

“He told me in his cabin last night,” you admitted.

Seungmin’s eyebrows raised a little, but he didn’t look offended or anything similar. At minimum, his expression was cryptic. “Were you just… talking? In Chan’s cabin?”

A heavy silence filled Seungmin’s room. You were still taking in the whole space. A box with spare guitar strings and picks sat on a shelf. He had a pennant for military academy, full of written well wishes from friends.

“... No,” you finally told him. “Not just talking.”

Seungmin’s thumb was rigidly tracing the lip of his mug. He was no longer looking at you, but it appeared he was looking at your knee touching his where you sat together. “Anyone else’s cabin you’ve visited?” he asked.

You silently nodded.

It wasn’t lost on you that this was unexpectedly jealous of the navigator, or even a little possessive.

But you were flattered, despite the way it hurt to see him processing this.

Seungmin only nodded.

“I’ve wanted to visit your cabin, maybe the most,” you told him, “but there’s a lot that’s been fucking with me.”

This piqued his interest. His eye met yours again. “Fucking with you?” he repeated. “Like what?”

That was all it took for you to spill. You told Seungmin everything.

The alliances with Minho and Chan.

Sleeping with Minho and Chan.

Your weird pseudo-alliance with Jisung; sleeping with him.

Chan’s shitty little power move with the rifle back on Phaborus that landed Felix in the med bay.

The lead Jisung saved to share with you, and the bullshit stunt he pulled to get it.

Jisung kissing you on the beach.

Minho acting weird towards you.

Chan’s shitty little attitude after you slept with him again.

And the way Chan dropped this prior knowledge about Minho and the ring before you ever showed up with it.

By now, your mug was cool, almost devoid of coffee. You and Seungmin were sitting facing each other on his windowsill.

“That was… it’s a lot to take in,” Seungmin sighed.

“I know,” you winced. “You were the one person I could think of to ask for help.”

“And I appreciate that!” the navigator assured you. “And I would! I’ve never wanted to punch Chan so bad before in my life.”

At this point, you were certain that a shade of your embarrassing hickey was still there, or maybe there was a new one, the way Seungmin was staring at your neck.

Wait.

“And you… would?” you repeated back to Seungmin.

He bit his lip. “Yeah…” he trailed off and scooped your hand up in his. “I’m, uh, doing a negotiation at Sentury. I might have a new contract lined up.”

“Why does that sound bad?” you warily asked.

Seungmin sighed again, eyes downcast before he pulled on your hand in his, meeting you halfway so he could kiss you softly. The kiss only lasted a second, and you wanted to stick a pin in every single butterfly in your stomach. He fully sat back down, and you did the same. “Because I’d be leaving. My negotiation is with a new crew. I’d actually be a bridge captain.”

Your eyes regretfully lit up. That was an amazing opportunity, but it still stung.

“I don’t know when my meetings start,” Seungmin lamented, “but I don’t think I’ll be able to help you on Sentury, let alone help get this payload back to Victory Meridian. I’m sorry, Nova.”

“It’s alright,” you dismissed. “You need to do what makes you happy.”

Seungmin looked a little bruised by this. Maybe he would’ve been happy spending some more time with you.

You hated how self-important that felt.

“Does Chan know?” you finally added.

The navigator shook his head. “Dude would kill me,” he laughed forlornly. “He’d be happy for me, but he’d send me there in a body bag.”

More silence filled the air. This didn’t hurt so much as it stung.

“Are you mad at me?” Seungmin asked.

“No,” you answered. You also shook your head. “I just wish you told me before I spilled everything. But I’m sure you feel similarly, somewhat.”

It was difficult to decipher Seungmin’s expression again. Your stomach was aching, and you realized you never ate since dinner the previous night.

“I’ll catch up with you later, alright?” you soothed, putting on a small smile for reassurance. Seungmin tried to match you, before you leaned in and kissed him yourself. Still fleeting, still with unwanted butterflies. His smile looked easier when you pulled away, and you climbed out of his nest bed and smoothly crept out of his room.

But once outside, you were freaking out.

You were fucked.

No one to rely on at Sentury.

A whole new person who fully knew about Jisung’s lead.

Your mind raced while you jogged down the stairs to the galley.

For once, you could keep it to yourself.

However, you were all alone. You already gauged how messy that could get. There was always the truth that you could bypass a lot of this mess by talking to Minho directly.

You could finally loop Felix into this, maybe see if he could keep Changbin out of it until you could trust him more.

You could get to know Hyunjin more and see how helpful he’d be, or even Jeongin.

Or, a dark part of your mind suggested, there was a new option. You knew something that Seungmin didn’t want Chan to know. You had dirt now.

#straykidsland #neverendingdreams #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #kim seungmin fanfic #ALWAYS CHECK THE TAGS 💕#let's be real - what would bel do 😏#the answer is something dramatic and risky #but HONESTLY i'm thinking a very reasonable answer will win here #i have such fun ideas for sentury you have no idea

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theeblackmedusa · 1 year

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I hope you realize that we gonna need a part three of the Okoye x Attuma fanfic. I just know Okoye wants to get revenge. She was merely teasing in part one. Attuma had the AUDACITY to give GREAT head but kept Okoye from getting that afterglow she deserved multiple times? And had the AUDACITY to say that he doesn't give a shit that Okoye's MARRIED (we know she ain't but still lmaoooo) while he's fucking her senseless? You can't tell me she ain't plotting after that 😭

Also, I hope we can get something more from that one snippet you did with Attuma being obsessed with Okoye's cloth. I'm having severe Okoye x Attuma brainrot as you can see 😭

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starlooove · 6 months

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If ur blaming bad writers for why you only read WFA and fanfic…boy have I got some news for you!

#girl just say u wanna read fun shit like don’t pretend it’s genuinely that #Like if I said I don’t read fanfic I only read comics bc of bad ooc writing…#c’mon yall #and the bad writing in question is Bruce being mediocre at parenting the JL being competent and not kissing the bats asses and tim actually #having a personality that’s not easily palatable insecurities and ‘flaws’ that the masses can relate to without feeling bad about themselves #cause It’s easy for y’all to say ur overworked or do too much #It’s not easy for y’all to say ur arrogant or petty in a way that’s not ‘girl bossing’#like can we talk about that too when y’all acknowledge Tim’s flaws it’s always in a ‘haha so real’ kinda way #Like u can never sit down and say this dude is petty and at times narrowmined and it screws him and the ppl around him over at times #It’s always ‘he’s so petty he’s real asf’ but when you talk about how weird it is to hold THAT kind of grudge against a 10 year old #now we’re victim blaming 💀#I wouldn’t dislike fanon so much it y’all weren’t so weird about tbh #OH and god forbid the JL being competent without Bruce #god forbid they can do their fucking jobs #shocker 😱 the entire JL doesn’t revolve around Batman #most of them are not super duper intrigued by what he and his kids are doing 24/7 #woooooah #started reading GL (FINALLY SORRY) and I’m never gonna forgive what y’all did to hal Jordan 😏#Im not fixing that emoji 😕#BUT IM ALSO NEVER GONNA FORGIVE HOW YALL TREAT OLIVER QUEEN

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shelli-gator · 1 year

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Been writing some Donald x Duck content with a fellow train enjoyer, because God I need more of them. And I get to write for Donald and Douglas!

So here, have what I wrote, feeling pretty chuffed with how its going so far. Woe, Scotts be upon thee! 🫴🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🚂🚂

Context: One by one, a number of engines are suddenly taken ill. Usually the picture of health and hearty endurance, Donald is reluctant to admit anything is wrong, even to himself.

As it would turn out, it's Donald and Douglas who've been called in to pick up the slack. They'd already been on their way back to Tidmouth yard from Vicarstown with a heavy goods train, and it was no fuss (bar Douglas' initial reluctance to add to their load) to collect Edward's train from the siding- a heavy goods train may as well be slow goods, and with ease the Scottish twins had repositioned themselves around it.

Or at least, it should have been easy.

At the front of the now most notably long train, Donald feels something more than the uncomfortable strain on his tender coupling. His breathing feels laboured as he chuffs, and as hard as he tries to notch up to even out the hardness of his puffing, it does nothing for him. And by now, the ache that's been gnawing away at the inside of his smokebox all day has blossomed into something ugly.

The Scottish twin grimaces, screwing his eyes shut, but the only voice he gives to his discomfort is a low, muffled growl behind tightly pressed lips. Keep on keeping on. It's gonna take more than some bad steaming to send him crawling to the Steamworks.

But his weak steam hasn't gone unnoticed, much to his irritation- his brother's words are needly to the No. 9 as he jeers from the back of their train, his tone jovial but decidedly pointed.

"For all yer bluster, yer nae pullin' at all, man! 'We'll pull this wee train nae bother, Dougie'! Och, what muckle nonsense!"

"Ack, away n' wheesht!" Donald shouts back at him with a long suffering roll of his eyes skyward, but he has to suck in a breath soon after, his expression pinched with the effort it had taken to yell at all. And he doesn't like how disconcerting that feels. He's usually quite good at yelling. He has to be to yell over his brother.

For a beat, there's nothing, and he thinks that will be the end of that. Until-

"What?!" Douglas hollers back, confused.

"I said," Donald tries again, taking in a ragged gasp, "Away n' whee-"

But he can't finish. The black goods engine stumbles as it feels like his steam leaves him all at once, and his driving wheels suddenly slip with shrieks and sparks. The train jolts and slows as the leading twin falters, and Douglas yells out in surprise as, just like that, the entirety of the weight is suddenly left to him. He can't shoulder it so suddenly, and he puts his brakes hard on to bring them to a stop, the trucks bouncing back and forth against one another to make them shriek and cackle.

"Donnie?!" He hears Douglas call out, but Donald can't find it in himself to answer, trying to ground himself on the rails. He sucks in small shaky breaths, as if too ashamed to gasp for air, as much as he might need it, and it makes the ache in his smokebox flare so sharply it makes him giddy.

Keep the heid, Donald. He thinks to himself shakily, swallowing, and his blastpipe feels uncomfortably dry as he watches the rails beyond his buffers waver. That's new.

It isn't long at all before he hears the approaching chuffing of his twin, but can't quite bring himself to look up at him as he wills the world to steady itself. And against his backhead he can feel his driver fiddling with his controls, perhaps trying to right whatever it is that's throwing his engine off kilter.

"What was that about then?!" Douglas demands angrily, ready to believe his brother had thrown a wobbly for his teasing. It wouldn't be the first time, so Donald can hardly blame him. He'd have thought the same.

But their eyes meet, and Donald watches his brother's face fall, earthy brown eyes that mirror his own darting over his pale face. And he feels himself tense up in response- he really doesn't want to have to explain himself.

"Donnie? Ye dinnae look so good." Douglas says dubiously, watching the steam leak from him in a wheesh of discontent.

"I'm fine." Donald shoots back stubbornly, hackles raised, but Douglas will not be deterred so easily.

"Oh no, dinnae dae that," his brother admonishes, but there's no sting to his words, "Talk to me, man. Ye'v nae bin yerself all day."

Was he really that transparent? He knew he wasn't well, but had he really fallen so short? Just like that the fire and brimstone leaves the No.9, and he releases steam in defeat, a wheezy sigh sending it dancing in flurries.

"Ack... aye Dougie. I dinnae feel so good. I’m fair puckled..." As if to prove his point he has to draw in another sharp breath before the words are even out his mouth, and he tsks with a frown, growling at himself for his weakness.

"Can ye keep going?"

"Aye." Donald is quick to affirm, and he leaves no room for argument in his tone. He's not about to go to the Steamworks when another wee engine just got sent there, and here they are collecting his train. What a right muckle comedy of errors would that be?

Douglas seems to echo the sentiment, not at all keen to see his brother get shipped off to the works. So he puffs himself up with a laugh, his smile confident, "Dinnae fash yerself then, Donnie. I've got ye, man. I've got puff in me fir the both of us!" He blasts his whistle in a grand display, and Donald is quick to answer with a chuckle, sending out an answering whistle that joins in with Douglas' own. And with that, the other Caledonian engine steams forward to find a point.

Soon enough he's backing up to double head with his twin, and Donald can't help but think it's a little like it was back then, once upon a time when a Scottish engine had stolen his twin away with him to their new home far away. And with his brother to lean on, they can hide that he's having any steaming trouble at all.

It takes some work and strain to get the train moving again, but Donald isn't completely useless. He puts every ounce of puff he has into supporting his twin's gallant effort, ignoring how tired it makes him, and finally, they're heading for home again. And to anyone watching, it would seem the twins are working in tandem as usual, even if Douglas looks a little pinker in the face for it.

"Dae ye ken what's wrong?" Douglas asks eventually over his strong chuffing, working hard to pick up his brother's slack. But Donald grunts in response, eying the back of his buffers to avoid looking at the scenery as it flies by, wary of it making him feel sicker still.

"Ah dinnae ken, no."

"Maybe it's something in the water?" Douglas offers, and Donald perks up to arch a brow at him, leaning to the side like his brother might be able to catch a glimpse of his skeptical look, "We passed wee Percy looking proper done in on Gordon's Hill, mind, and now Edward's at the Steamworks, all out of puff."

Donald dares to think he has a point, what are the odds that three engines run into steaming trouble on the same day, "Aye, maybe yer right!" The thought gives him some reprieve- if it's just water, that's a temporary issue, one that he can wait out till the next day. And Donald feels his spirits bolster.

"Och aye, I usually am!" Douglas quips dryly, and Donald rolls his eyes fondly, giving his twin a bump from behind to jostle him.

Despite the hiccup, the pair make good time to Tidmouth, steaming through tunnels and past rolling fields. The sky is just starting to tinge pink and orange as they approach the station, and Donald finds himself leaning in an attempt to see past his brother, not so subtly looking for a familiar shape that so often stops there, green and broad and sturdy, with a long, elegant funnel. He could recognize him anywhere, from his pert bunker to his distinctive waddle as he bustles about on his branch line.

So when Douglas whistles to announce their arrival, Donald joins in with a whistle of his own, with a hope that they'll soon hear a third whistle echo back just for them, proper and, to Donald, endearingly bird-like.

'Ye there, Duckie?'

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And that's all she wrote!

#ttte #thomas and friends #donald and douglas #donald x duck #donald the scottish twin #douglas the scottish twin #the railway series #ttte fanfic #shelli writes #i wish trains were real #what is wrong with the engines i wonder #😏#and why is douglas fine #but not his twin?#i am cringe but i am free

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captaincaptainjill · 2 years

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Lollipop - Travis Hackett x gn!Reader

You’re kneeling in front of him and reach out to open his belt. But he pushes your hands away and does it himself. The old control freak.

"Patience, kid," he growls at you. Then his belt buckle clicks.

"Though I appreciate how eager you are." A cruel grin appears on his face.

You lick your lips as you’re presented with a mouthwatering sight and pride washes over you. This is your doing. All your innocent yet deliberate touches were responsible. The way you had moved around him the entire evening, like a bobcat stalking its prey. Sly smiles and suggestive looks. You did a great job in finally making your dirty dream come true.

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The evening had started rather boring. The annual Hackett’s Quarry summer party was hardly the right thing for you. People were chatting, laughing and drinking. The lodge felt crowded, although most of the folks had gathered outside to enjoy the warm night. Chris Hackett was busy telling camp stories at the bonfire. And while the other counselors seemingly enjoyed the party, you felt very much out of place.

That was until he walked in. Sheriff Travis Hackett, obviously invited by his brother, looked so different than usual. But the casual clothes were a nice change. Seeing the sheriff off duty posed to be a stroke of luck. Of course, you had a thing for him in his uniform. But the black fabric always made him unreachable, a dutiful man of law who never strayed off the track. You were intent on changing that. He seemed equally lost and misplaced. And you sensed your chance. So you walked over, very casually.

"Good evening, sheriff," you greeted him, grinning friendly.

His face lit up when his eyes met yours.

"Evening, kid," he smiled, relieved to see you.

When you reached him, you put a hand on his bicep and gave him a reassuring squeeze. He tensed briefly, but soon relaxed again.

A mischievous plan formed in your wicked mind. You had been fantasizing about it ever since your first meeting. Tonight you were determined to turn this fantasy into reality.

To be continued…😈

@blood-and-silver We talked about this, I haven’t forgotten, gonna finish it soon, promise <3

#suggestive #the quarry #travis hackett #travis hackett x reader #captainjill's writing #writing snippet #travis hackett x gender neutral reader #the quarry game #the quarry fanfic #reader insert #not safe for the hacketteers #work in progress #to be continued #and y'all know what's coming #😏

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otometrashqueen · 1 year

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Me an MCU whore, waiting for my Mandalorian post credits scene 🥺😅

What am I going to do with myself now that I have no zaddy Pedro pascal show to watch every week 🤯 😩

No mention of Satine, but at least Bo’s story came full circle, the true leader of Mandalore 👑 so I’m satisfied

The scene relighting the Great Forge was amazing and Bo had her armorer girlfriend beside her 🥺 glad she didn’t end up being a spy like everyone was saying

Glad Din adopted Grogu for real, as he should 😌 their house on Nevarro is so cute definitely the fluff I’ve needed

If this is the final season I’m good with it honestly 😍

A Star Wars story with a happy ending, the world must truly be ending yall

#only thing that might make it better is if sun becomes Bo’s consort #😏#but that’s what fanfics are for #Bo don’t need no man #and she got her Armorer girlfriend #everyone is happy #din djarin #bo katan kryze #the armorer #din grogu #mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorion spoilers #the mandalorian #mandalore #pedro pascal #justice for satine kryze #satine kryze

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restandbloom · 1 year

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Last line tag

Thanks for the tag! @nodirectionhome-ao3 😊😊

Rules: Post the last line you wrote in your current WIP and tag as many people as there are words.

Okay this is probably cheating, but the last line I edited is probably the saddest bit of the chapter and I feel like with this bloody lunar eclipse/mercury AND pluto in retrograde chaotic energy we’re all swimming in we could do with something a little more peaceful so here it is (from: The Absence of Chaos, Chapter 3 - Anywhere But Here)

“This time she’s ready when his fingertips brush against her face, his left hand gently holding her chin. He whispers something and carefully draws his wand along the length of her cheekbone and the same below her bottom lip. She feels the heat pull from her wounds, the relief of the bruise lifting from her lip.”

I think everyone’s been tagged already so you can skip this one if you want OR you could always give us a little more of your current WIP (teehee) we could all use the serotonin

@takearisk-ao3 @ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey @copper-dust @pebblysand @blitheringmcgonagall @hinnyweasley

#thelovebirdsareindenial #they have their issues but we love them #i love hinny so much #harry x ginny #hinny fluff #harrypotter fanfiction #ginny weasley #harry potter angst #harry potter #hinny fanfic #hinny #he drew his what along her bottom lip? 😏😂

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starsscarmyceiling · 1 year

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Welll, HEY guys here we are. I explain this in the new chapter of QWICH, but ellllo we got a bonus scene for y'all! I'm dropping nuggets for you guys because I love you and well come on...any opportunity to write about our idiots. So go read the new chapter and come on back here to read what dino nugget I got for ya! 🥰

Admitting to himself that he was extremely inebriated at his point was a little difficult to deny. Cal couldn’t even recall what he had done in the last few minutes, let alone what his current venture was.

“Huh?” Cal asked dumbly.

“I said I think you’ve successfully drank your problems away tonight,” Prauf claimed, and Cal looked up at him.

“Oh, right! Right, that’s what I was doing,” he said as he leaned on the bar, lifting his beer with his other hand, “yeah I like don’t even care anymore that that barista was so rude to me.”

“Yeah I can tell,” Prauf confirmed with a chuckle, “you haven’t mentioned her in like…ten minutes.”

Cal watched Prauf start to organize all of the open tabs of the evening as it was probably near the end of the night, and he widened his eyes, “Oh no! Am I talking about her too much?”

Prauf shook his head as he placed his hand on the bar and leaned in closer to Cal, “Not any more than any other person in this place who’s hung up on someone.”

He scoffed, “I mean I—I don’t know…about that Prauf.”

The bartender chortled again, clearly entertained by Cal’s antics as he went back to his work, “Alright, whatever you gotta tell yourself Cal.”

“I do tell okay!” He exclaimed, pausing for a moment before he spoke again to take another gulp of his beer, “She’s just—ugh, you know? And also like, so annoyed with me, and…I don’t know why and she’s so pretty.”

A few more seconds passed and he sat up all the way, horrified at his admittance, “I mean, she’s like—you know, um…”

Prauf gave him an expectant expression and raised one of his thick eyebrows.

Cal sighed, “Okay, okay, fine…but you can’t tell anyone.”

“You should know by now that bartenders basically have their own HIPPA standards Cal,” Prauf explained.

“Right, okay,” Cal said, looking around him and then leaned in, “she’s like…really pretty,” he elucidated, and held his hand parallel in the air, “here’s like other pretty people, you know?” He kept his hand there and then he raised it as high as he could, “And here’s her. I mean, like her like as in Merrin. Her name isn’t actually her…it’s Merrin.”

Prauf let out a humored scoff, “Jeez Cal,” he stated with an actual laugh and a shake of his head, “just calm down with all of the salacious details.”

“Well,” he defended, “I am not supposed to think that you know? I am a police officer that was first on the scene when her store got trashed, and and—she hates me.”

“Hm,” Prauf hummed, “you sure about that?”

“Yes, of course I am!” He exclaimed, “You should have seen how much she glared at me, and I…I don’t even know if she remembers me or anything.”

Prauf waited a moment before responding, “Do you want her to remember you?”

He sighed, looking into his glass, “I guess it doesn’t really matter.”

“Oh Cal, I think it does,” Prauf said to him.

Cal’s eyes flitted up to the bartender’s sincere stare and he slightly nodded at him. Exhaling all the way, he then grunted and rubbed his hands over his face, “You know…I forgot about her for so long because like…I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t handle remembering her or her pretty face or her sad eyes or when I—”

His fingers were still over his face, and he just thought about how many scars were laid underneath them.

“When you what?”

Lowering his hands to surround his glass with them now, Cal again sagged with the overwhelming emotions he was feeling, “This is something that I don’t like to talk about Prauf, but…” he paused as his eyes landed on his beer, “I don’t know why my life has sucked so much. Like…a lot…and I don’t know what I did or why, but I’ve had so much shit upon shit pile up on me but for like just a second back then…” Cal looked back up to Prauf and he actually seemed rather engaged in what Cal was saying, “it didn’t…suck…so much because she,” he sighed, “she just got it.”

Prauf crossed his arms, looking like he was weighing what he was about to say in his head, “And this was when you were with her?”

Cal’s head sank and he closed his eyes, feeling so utterly feckless and unresolved. Because how could he even begin to properly relay—especially while exceedingly drunk—it was the one time in his life since all of his tragedy that he ever really felt understood?

“It sounds pretty pathetic doesn’t it.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Prauf said gently, “look Cal, you’re a young guy. And I’ve seen you come in here, time after time, always smiling and having drunk stupid fun with just about every cop in this city. Hell, even some of the firefighters that come in here. Even your own ex girlfriend doesn’t have anything bad to say about you,” he explained as Cal lifted his head to him and the bartender crossed his arms, “but I have never seen you like this.”

Cal breathed out, holding both his hands to his chest, “It’s—” he tried, knowing he was never great at explaining himself, “it’s the part of me that shouldn’t be there. It’s—it’s all the ugly parts that I don’t like showing people because it’s sad and pitiful and ri—ridiculous.”

“Cal—how could you say something like—”

“Hey there you are my favoritest ginger in the world!” Zeb’s voice came barreling over as he wrapped his arms around Cal’s shoulders and slammed his head against his chest.

Cal breathed in and out, ready to feel other emotions than these gross nasty ones, “Really? I’m your favorite?”

“Mhmmm,” Zeb hummed as he released Cal, “like above Carrot Top and everything.”

“Wow,” Cal grinned, “what an honor.”

Zeb sat down next to Cal and looked at Prauf, “Is he talking about the barista again?”

Prauf shrugged, “Only on a near constant basis.”

“Hey!” Cal defended with a finger raised in the air, “I’ve had a rough day, alright? It started out shitty, and then she was rude to me, and then now,” he motioned with both his hands around his head, “all this drudged up shit is just swirling around in here and I’m having a hard time even remembering some of it and I—I just didn’t ask for this okay. She just—”

Instead of even trying to finish that sentence he grunted and buried his face in his arms.

“Aww, Calvi, don’t get upset,” Zeb tried to comfort, hand on one of his arms, “please, hey—who’s my favorite ginger?”

Cal sighed with his face still hidden away as he answered in a muffled voice, “I am.”

“Who’s my favorite ginger?”

He finally lifted his head, “I am.”

Zeb punched at his shoulder, “That’s right you are. Like, even above Prince Harry.”

A small smile graced him, and Zeb wrapped an arm around him again, “And my favorite ginger is also smart and resilient and cool—”

“Well I wouldn’t go that far,” Cal interrupted.

“He is cool, in like the most adorkable way possible, and old ladies love him, and he is like the nicest, most sincere person I know, and he’s hot and he’s got a great smile,” Zeb concluded.

Cal turned to him and bore both sets of teeth in an exaggerated grin.

“See, pssh, what a knockout that barista would be lucky to even find herself on the other side of that toothy chaotic mess.”

A sigh now escaped him as Zeb let go of him, “Oh come on now, we have to go back to that? I don’t like—like like her…like that.”

Zeb asked Prauf for one last refill before he responded to Cal, “I cannot wait to give the speech at your wedding where I talk about how much you were in deeeni—alllll.”

“No, no! I am not! It’s kind of hard to marry someone who hates you Zeb.”

“Oh ho ho,” he jittered, accepting his drink from Prauf, “so it’s only because of that?”

“Because of what?”

Zeb gave him such a smug grin after he drank from his glass, “Admit ittt, you want to be Mr. Hot Barista one day.”

“Okay,” Cal held out his hands, “first of all, she has an actual name, Merrin Ses—Sestric—Ses—it’s too hard to say while I’m drunk—”

“So you want to be Mr. Merrin Sestric Too Hard to Say Hot Barista Man.”

Cal just gulped at his drink and looked away from him, “I hate you so fucking much.”

“Ohh, you don’t mean that! Come on now we’re just joking around Cali!” Zeb exclaimed.

He looked over at his friend and narrowed his eyes, “I don’t believe you.”

“Alright come back to the table so you can keep complaining about your hot barista lady friend,” Zeb insisted.

“I do not—ugh!” Cal exclaimed.

“Look who I found whining to Prauf,” Zeb revealed as they sat back down.

Regardless of all the teasing aside, Cal gave one last look to Prauf, who seemed to be giving him a dubious expression, but the two walked back over to the booth they were occupying.

“Still complaining about your hot barista lady friend?” Ezra asked him.

“No!” Cal shouted, “Not at least…for a few minutes. Everyone else keeps bringing her up now I’m not even talking about her anymore.”

“Okay kay kay kay Cali, be honest with me,” Ezra interrupted Cal’s tangent.

Cal gulped at his beer, “What?”

“So you really wouldn’t sleep with her?”

Bristling from the rookie, Cal knew he was projecting some kind of offended expression, “What does that matter?”

Ezra smirked and pointed at him like he’d caught him in some elaborate scheme, “That wasn’t a no!”

“See what did I tell you? You want to be Mr. Hot Scary Barista Guy!” Zeb added in as well.

“Ugh!” Cal exasperated as he sat back in his seat, resting his head on the back of the booth, “I am just going to stop talking because everyone just keeps telling me how much I want to bang the hot barista.”

“So that was a yes you do want to bang her?” Zeb asked.

“Oh my god leave me alone!”

“I think we’ve put him through enough ribbing now dear,” Kallus spoke up.

Cal lifted his head, “Thank you Kallus.”

“Yes, he already knows how much he wants her we don’t have to keep pointing it out,” he concluded.

Grunting again, Cal threw his head back to where it was and swore he wouldn’t look up again until the world made sense again.

Which, it never did.

Cal wasn’t even sure how long they’d been in this booth, but everyone eventually and finally shut up about his hot barista—Merrin, everyone shut up about Merrin. Somehow, they’d gotten to the point where Ezra had his arm around him and they were singing “Allstar” by Smashmouth.

They paused when they didn’t know what happened in the second verse.

“There’s something about this,” Cal said as he held up his left hand onto his forehead, “it’s like with a shape of an ‘L’ on her forehead…and then…I forget after that.”

“Yeah,” Ezra agreed as he smiled, drinking his beer, “wait, why were we singing this?”

“Because it’s like that green guy’s favorite song,” Zeb added.

Cal’s eyebrows furrowed, “Green guy? You mean Shrek?”

Zeb pointed at him, “The green guy! Wasn’t he singing it or something?”

“No it was just at the beginning of the movie,” Alex pointed out, “that’s why we started singing it.”

“Oh right,” Zeb said along as he laughed.

“I still can’t believe Donkey banged that dragon,” Ezra said, “that is something I’ve always wondered about. Like…how did that even work? Like, sex wise?”

Cal patted Ezra’s hand over his shoulder, “I don’t think we’re supposed to know…nor should we, really.”

Zeb held up his glass, “To life’s greatest mysteries!”

There were general sounds of cheer as they all clinked their glasses together, and Cal really thought this should be his last drink of the night.

At some point, Cal got up to go to the bathroom, and he knew it was bad because he had to lean his hand on the wall above the urinal to keep himself upright.

“Wooo, I am drunk!” He shouted to himself, “When the fuck did that happen?”

He washed his hands and then leaned on the counter with them as he peered into the mirror, narrowing his eyes.

“You have so many stupid scars and freckles all over your stupid face,” he declared to his reflection, “no wonder Merrin hates looking at it…she—she’s probably always hated looking at it,” he said aloud, not sure if that was more of a new sort of sinking observation more than anything else, “…not that that’s…important, anymore.”

He was beating up on himself for a few more moments until he welcomingly started smiling a bit.

At least he was someone’s favorite ginger.

With that thought, he stood up and exited the restroom. At the end of the hall, Zeb was there walking in his direction.

“Helloooooo, my favoritest gingerrrr?”

“Mm, that’s me,” he said as Zeb put his hands on Cal’s shoulders.

“You betcha! Like, more than The Little Mermaid,” he elucidated, “listen, I think it’s time to go home now.”

“Yeah,” Cal agreed, “yeah, probably.”

“Come on!” Zeb encouraged as he grabbed at Cal’s arm and started quite literally dragging him to the exit.

“Wait! I gotta pay my tab with Prauf! That would be like such a dick move to just leave before I do that,” Cal acknowledged.

“Oh yeah!” Zeb expressed, “Okay Cali, Alex and I will be outside.”

He nodded at the large man before he walked over to the bar.

When he was closing his tab, Prauf looked at him with concern on his face, “Hey, you gonna be alright?”

“Me? Oh yeah, like fuck yeah I’m gonna be so good,” Cal said as he wrote in the largest tip for Prauf having to deal with his drunk ass.

“Alright, well make sure you get home safe okay?” Prauf insisted and Cal nodded.

“Yeah yeah, oh yeah it’ll be like so safe!” Cal assured.

When Cal stepped outside, he stumbled on his step and he had to concentrate on standing still.

“You know, IIIII don’t think I should drive home because like,” Cal started, placing his hands on his chest, “if I were to pull over myself I’d all be like—woah sorry officer, you caught me I’m drunk! Not even gonna try to hide it.”

Zeb put an arm around him again, “Well duh, we know that Cal! That’s why you’re gonna share an Uber with us!”

“Aww, that is so nice!” Cal exclaimed, feeling genuine affection and gratitude for his friend at that moment, “Wait, where’s Ezra?”

Just when he asked such a thing, Ezra came bounding out of The Yard with one of his arms raised in the air, shouting triumphantly, “Hello everyone outside people!”

“Ezra!” Cal bellowed back, “Oh my god I was just wondering where you were!”

Ezra smirked as he appeared to be rather gratified with himself, “Well you don’t need to wonder any further because I am right here!”

“Woo hoo!” Cal exclaimed, also raising his arms in the air, “You know,” he paused for a thoughtful moment, “you guys are like fucking assholes and I hate you, but…I also love you guys.”

“Aww, hey, I love you too!” Zeb exclaimed, pulling Cal and Ezra into a hug.

There was a chuckle next to them.

“There is like a great number of declarations of love going around right now,” Alex said as he came up to this three way hug.

“Honey!” Zeb pulled away and moved to place his hands on Kallus’ shoulders, “I love you too did you know?”

And the blonde man smiled, touching his face, “Yes you giant drunken imbecile. I love you as well.”

Then they just kept smirking at one another as Cal was having a difficult time keeping himself still without swaying slightly back and forth again, so he ended up leaning his arm on Ezra’s shoulder.

Yeah, his friends sucked, but at least he knew these people had his back. Especially—

“Oh!” Cal sounded as he tried standing up on his own again, “You know who I also love and think is really cool?”

“Your hot barista ladaaay?” Ezra posed and Cal rolled his eyes.

“No, no besides her—I mean—I don’t love her—god!” Cal stated before he shook his head, “No, like…Kanan, you know?”

“Aw, yeah Kanan is like the best,” Ezra agreed.

Cal stood there, smiling a bit to himself and not really knowing why.

“You know what? We should tell him that!” Ezra exclaimed as Cal’s eyes widened.

“Oh that is such a good idea,” Cal agreed as he started fishing for his phone out of his pocket.

Cal unlocked his phone, just staring at the screen for a few moments, temporarily forgetting his purpose, “Oh!” He let out when he remembered, pressing to Kanan’s number in his contacts.

“I bet he won’t answer, but we can leave him a voicemail,” Cal said as he was already raising his phone to his face.

It rang through, of course, and then there was Kanan’s voice telling him to leave a message.

“Hey hey hey hello good morning, since I know I bet you’re gonna listen to this in the morning,” Cal began after the beep, “this is not Prince Harry…who isn’t even Zeb’s favorite ginger, by the way.”

“It’s you!” Zeb said in the background next to him.

“See? Did you hear that? It’s me, I’m his favorite isn’t that nice?” Cal inquired as if Kanan could answer him, “I just wanted to call you to tell you that—you know, we shouldn’t be bogged down by toxic masculinity or any of those stupid standards because that’s just baby shit,” he elucidated, “so I just wanted to tell you that I love you, and you’re my best friend and…I love you. Oh,” he smiled as he paused for a second, “I said that already, but it’s true! I am so glad I made you be friends with me in the police academy and again, I don’t even care that barista was like so mean to me today—”

“He totally cares he’s lying!” Zeb shouted.

“Nuh uh Zeb! Ugh, can you believe this guy?” Cal protested with a huff.

“Hey, I wanna say something to Kany!” Zeb expressed, so Cal handed him the phone.

“Hello Kany, you’re my favorite Kanyyyy, and don’t worry, we totally took care of your boy tonight and let him drink his hot barista problems away!”

“Hey!” Cal took offense.

“See, I am sure by tomorrow he’ll forget allll about this!” Zeb explained, “Anyway, love you Kany, bye!”

Zeb turned back to Cal and handed the phone back to Cal as Alex chuckled at them again.

“Well now it’s my turn!” Ezra expressed, so Cal handed him the phone too, “Hello, this is your rookie, it’s me, Officer Ezra Bridger, and even though you guys are all old fogies I still like hanging out with you!”

Both Cal and Zeb made scoffing noises at him. The rookie waved them off.

“Anyway, I hope this message finds your ears tomorrow, and I love you talk to you later!” Ezra finished before giving the phone back to Cal.

Cal put it to his ear one more time, “Well yeah, I just wanted you to know all that,” he said before he took the phone away, but then quickly put it back, “Oh! And Hera too tell her I love her too! Okay, well bye!”

He hung up this time and for some reason felt extremely satisfied over his actions, hoping Kanan would enjoy the message they left.

“Hey, did any of us actually get an Uber or have we all just been standing here?” Alex asked eventually.

Whoops.

“Oh my gooood, we forgot! Look at how smart you are,” Zeb said, pointing a finger at Alex’s forehead, “see guys this is why I am dating this man his thoughts are so hot.”

Cal smirked, “Hot thoughts.”

“Nice,” Ezra added.

They all just stood there again.

“The Uber!” Alex shouted.

Zeb smiled now, “Here,” he stated as he shoved his phone into Alex’s chest, “you get it hot thoughts man I bet you’ll like be so good at it.”

Alex smiled as he shook his head, looking down at Zeb’s screen.

“This is why everyone says the nine nine is ridiculous.”

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A/N:

So yeahh, there ya go!!! I know I am insane. And yes, expect to sporadically some more nuggets like this as the fic progresses. But they all love each other and we love to see it! Okay fr I gave you a long enough a/n on the chapter, but I just want to thank you again if you came here to read! Again, hope you had a wonderful new year and I'll see you in the next chapter!

#ooooooOooo what fun we have #cal you drunk sloppy bitch #we love you tho *pats your adorable red head*#mmmmhmmm v excited to start posting more of these!#who knowsss who else we'll see!!! 😏😏😏#fanfic #my fanfic #merrical fanfic #merrical #qwich #qwich nuggets

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slims-shady · 1 year

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Guys… it’s been a minute and by minute I mean three months 🤦🏾‍♀️

I’m sorry guys I’ve had writers block on smut lately and it’s like every idea I have is like so dumb to me idk can you guys please give me some ideas of any sort cause I’m ready to make something.

But please any idea you guys have I will try to the best of my ability to do it and do it well 🌟💕

#bts smut #bts jungkook #bts x y/n #bts fanfic #smut creator #bts taehyung #bts namjoon #bts jin #bts jimin #bts jhope #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts readings #bts #writers block #tell me what y’all want me to write #but also 😏😏😏

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sappholily · 1 year

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hey! i see you really like COD (awesome, so do i <3) and, my favorite is BO3!! While I know its a bit of a controversial topic ^^' I was wondering if maybe i could get some kind of fic with jacob hendricks? i really really REALLY love him a lot and, he's a huge emotional attachment for me so i think it'd be kinda cool, yk? if not that's okay!! but it'd be great to get one :)

It took me a while to finish it because of the holidays, but I finished it and I'm proud of it! This got me back into the writing mood so thank you for this ask <3! I had never bothered to think deeper about Jacob as I was only concerned with the multiplayer operators, but it was fun coming up with a voice for him and I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: You and Jacob get married, he comforts you during a fork in the road moment.

Warnings: None

Fluff, gn!reader, no descriptions of reader and no pronouns used

It was the day of your wedding, and you had barely slept the night before. Nerves ran through your body as you thought about every detail. Would the cake be the correct flavor? Would the photographer take good pictures? How would your guests feel during the wedding? There were many things to think about, many things to unsettle you.

The morning arrived quickly, your thoughts fading into oblivion as you got dressed.

The ceremony started off without a hitch. You had chosen a beach for the occasion, and you chose a date where not many people would be around. The salty air of the ocean and the sound of the waves splashing against the shore were the finishing touch your ceremony needed, both of you had agreed on that.

Your soon-to-be husband was standing at the end of the aisle, his black tuxedo framing his body, accentuating his wide shoulders and small waist. His eyes shone as he watched you walk. “You’re stunning,” he whispered at you as you arrived at the altar.

You swallowed back the lump in your throat and quietly said, “Thank you,” afraid that if you spoke any louder, you’d start sobbing.

“Do you take this man, Jacob Hendricks, to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?” the civil officer asked you.

“I do,” was your response.

There was no other correct answer—you loved Jacob for all you were worth and there was no one else who made you feel the way he did. He completed you, made you whole, introduced you to the real meaning of the word “love”. Saying no would be your downfall. No one else understood the way you worked quite like he did.

It was almost telepathic how he was able to read you and your movements.

“I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love,” he said as he slipped the ring on your finger.

You struggled to hold back tears as you did the same to him.

The ceremony ended with Jacob being pronounced your husband and you two sharing a kiss that sealed your fate.

Your wedding planner, Maria, had pulled you to the side after you and Jacob left to the reception hall. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Oh, good,” you replied, taking one last look in the mirror. “I’m so glad the emotional part is over and now I can focus on having fun.”

“Yeah,” Maria said with a fake smile.

Frowning, you asked “What’s wrong?”

“Okay,” she placed her hands on your shoulders, “so don’t freak out, we will get everything figured out and sorted, but I just got a call from the bakery.” She exhaled. “They called and said that while they were on the way here, their van got into a bit of a situation. Everyone is fine, but,” she rubbed her forehead. “The cake toppled over and it is ruined.” She held her hands up before you could protest. “But don’t worry!” Her smile was just as fake as the first one you’d noticed. “They are getting a replacement cake, it just isn’t going to be a red velvet cake, it’ll be a vanilla cake. And obviously they won’t be able to decorate it how you wanted it, but they will refund the money to you.” She paused, waiting for you to respond. With your silent nodding as your only response, she continued, “Okay? Everything will be alright, improvising is something I’m good at.” It was her final attempt at calming you down.

All you could do was nod slowly as you tried to wrap your head around the situation at hand.

You hadn’t noticed that Maria left.

It wasn’t until Jacob, your now husband, asked, “Are you okay?” that you noticed she was gone.

With a shaky breath, you replied, “Yeah, I just-“ you breathed out and looked for somewhere to sit. “The cake,” you tried to keep your panic attack from happening, swallowing and allowing yourself to be held by your husband.

“Hon?” There was concern in Jacob’s tone, showing itself in the way he rubbed your back and held your hand.

Tears that you tried to keep at bay rolled down your face. “Everything is ruined,” you sobbed.

At a later time, once the reception was over and you were on your honeymoon, you’d look back and think it wasn’t a big deal, you had been overreacting. However, in the moment, doom overpowered your thoughts. In your panicked mind, all you could think about was how disappointed your guests, but especially Jacob, would be. You had promised them red velvet cake and they had to settle on generic vanilla cake. Your mind swirled with thoughts of the guests gossiping behind your back, speculating that perhaps the reason they got such a generic cake was because you two were broke.

Of course, all of that wouldn’t matter when all was said and done.

Jacob, the caring, loving and attentive man he was, pulled you in to his chest, hugging you tightly. “I’m sure whatever it is, it will turn out okay, we’ll figure it out,” his voice was soothing, as were the circles he was drawing on your back. He looked down at you and carefully wiped your tears, his touch tender.

You shook your head, a stream of tears still rolling down your face, “No, the guests are going to gossip about us.”

“What are they gonna say?” Jacob was struggling to hold back a laugh, not wanting to invalidate your feelings.

“They’re gonna say we’re poor,” you sobbed.

Jacob chuckled, caressing your cheek, “Babe,” he turned your face towards him, “hey, that doesn’t matter.” He gave your forehead a kiss before standing up and reaching his hand out to you. “Come on,” his smile was as soft as always.

You stood and held his hand.

“Do you know what does matter?” Jacob held your face between his hands. “What matters is that we’re married now. We’re gonna start a family and we’re gonna fill our house up with kids or cats or dogs or whatever you want, and if the guests do gossip about us, we’ll be too busy being happy and it won’t even bother us.” He wiped the remaining tears from your face and kissed your hands. “What happened with the cake?”

You sighed, taking his words in. He was right, but your jumbled emotions didn’t understand logic. “It’s ruined and instead of the red velvet cake we wanted, they’re going to bring us a generic vanilla cake.”

“Oh,” Jacob’s face fell slightly. The thing he had been looking forward to the most, after getting married to you, was the cake. He scratched his head, stressed about the situation. “Vanilla cake is still good,” he said, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself. “They will refund us though, right?”

You nodded.

“Okay, well we can get red velvet cake on our honeymoon!”

With a final kiss shared between you, you two headed to the main table to eat.

The rest of the ceremony was just as you had dreamed of when you were a child. You had forgotten about the issue and all you could focus on was your husband—the way his hands held you close as you danced, the way his blue eyes shone, different colors being accentuated as the lighting danced with you, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing, only person, in existence. It was the perfect wedding, and you couldn’t have been more grateful for having met him all those years ago.

Once the reception was over and everyone had gone home, you looked out into the ocean.

Jacob appeared behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder.

As far as you were concerned, it was the perfect ending to the night, the perfect end to a perfect wedding.

You closed your eyes and breathed in the salty air. “I love you,” tenderly escaped your lips.

“I love you too.”

#call of duty #call of duty black ops 3 #Jacob hendricks #bo3 fanfic #cod fanfic #cod bo3 fanfic #i really like jacob as a character! i'm not sure why people hate him tbh #he's an aries which is what battery's sign is so 😏

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