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Day 25 : Manhandling/Strength Kink - Yunho

「Title」 : Figure You Out

「Word count」 : 2.71k

-> Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Mafia Au

Paring: Mob Boss!Yunho x Reader

[Warnings] : Mention of mafia work. Daddy issues. Mention of death. And dead husband.. Insecurities. San and Wooyoung have a little cameo. Making out. Hickeys. Fingering (f receiving). Some clit play. Panties breaking. Beefy 6'5 Yunho (cause that's a warning). Soft but rough sex. Emotions are all over the place and it's just a big mess. Dirty talk. Swearing. Sir kink. Sub reader. Soft Dom Yunho. Slight choking. Let me know if I missed anything.

Note: Since a lot of people wanted a part 2. Hwre ya go ♡♡

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Reader Part One -> [Here]

You couldn’t understand why you were tossing in your sleep, unable to find a peaceful slumber. Opening your eyes suddenly, you look around the dark room. Sweat covered your body making your bed sheets stick to your flesh. Thoughts were running on overdrive in your brain. You couldn’t help it. Once you realized that you want the only thing you’ve only known and seen in your life it scared you… A relationship that your father has. Unloving. Being thrown around and manhandled. It shocks you. You tried so hard to be different, not following the path of your family. But yet you seem to crave the cruel side of life. Maybe you were more like your father than you wished.

“Miss Park…” You heard a small voice echo beyond your bedroom door. The door opens ajar, letting the light from the outside pool inside. You hummed letting the person who owned the voice know your presence. It still felt weird, to hear people reference you by your born name again. Park… Not Kim. It almost made you feel like you were widowed. Well, I guess that wasn’t so far from the truth.

“I heard a commotion. Are you okay ma’am?” The fragile little maid that normally cleans the house while everyone is sleeping, comes in with concern on her face. You felt embarrassed really, she must have heard your night terrors.

“I’m fine. Just a bad dream.” Your voice was groggy, scratchy like you’d been screaming for hours.

“Would you like me to find Mr Jeong? His meeting should be finished―Oh no, no that won't be necessary.” You cut her off with a small―but fake―smile. She nodded with a slightly breathy ‘okay’ before taking her leave. And like that, you were in the dark again, quiet, lonely.

“Fuck….” You mutter under your breath, leaning over to grab your phone on the side table. It was three in the morning and you spot a miss call from none other than your father, probably wanting to discuss the fact you disappointed him yet again. Staring up to the ceiling for a moment you decided whether to bite the bullet or not, calling him back… You lazily throw your phone behind you, choosing to let him wait.

You slip on some pants before heading out the door. Walking down the hall you find yourself at the door of the large meeting room. You knew Yunho was inside, hearing banter coming from behind the oak framing. You wanted to see him, seemingly craving his touch. It's only been a couple of weeks since the night at the gala, and you still haven't made anything official. You needed to stay at your estate until you could tell your family you weren't planning on marrying Lucas. Even though you both would have loved to move in together straight away, having these ‘sleepovers’ seemed like the only option for the moment.

Reputation was something everyone cared about in this field. And being painted as a slut while Yunho would be painted as a homewrecker. Neither of you wanted that. So why were you standing out the door of a meeting room filled with gang members that would spill your secret the minute they found out? You couldn’t answer that question even if you tried.

“This is stupid.” you chuckled. Were you really that desperate for him that you were going to expose yourself? You just might be. But before you could do anything the door opened, revealing a tall slim man with dark-pitched hair. His features were one of a feline description. His eyes creased with half moons as a smile grew on his face. You gulped taking a step back slightly from him.

“Well hello there.” He bent down slightly so he could take a better look at you. His eyes racked over your form making you slightly uncomfortable, but he stood back within the second, fixing his tie as he stood up straight. “So this is the one huh?”

Before you could even say anything Yunho steps out from behind him. A smile painted him, with a loving glint in his eyes. He pushes passed the other man, hooking his arm around your waist. You were a bit shocked at his bold movement but your anxiousness dies when another man speaks.

“So this is the woman that has captured our leader's heart.” A Shorter more giddier man cheered from behind the two. You looked up at Yunho seeing a grumbling expression suddenly appear on his face. His grip was tighter on you, pulling you closer. Your hands land on his chest feeling yourself slightly trip. you were becoming slightly overwhelmed, especially when you realise you were underdressed. God, you feel dizzy.

“Let’s give my girl some space huh?” Yunho pushes his members away, walking back down the hall with you while they all started yelling, asking questions about you and dropping phases along the lines of ‘but I want to know the details’, ‘do you treat her well?’ and more mumbles that were merely not safe for work. But you couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the hand wrapped around your hips and the other closed around your wrists. His grip was strong and the tug on your body was enticing. Your body was craving more, to be roughed with. What was wrong with you?

You rip your wrist from his hand and he lets go easily with a slight stab in his heart. He felt like he might have hurt you as if you’d just slapped him non-verbally. Both of you are in shock at your reaction, not knowing what came over you.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks quickly and sincerely. God, you don’t deserve him. What have you ever done to deserve him?

“Yes, I’m okay,” you answer softly. “I just… I,” You trail off realizing you can’t find your words. What do you say? I want you to treat me like all those other men? I want you to throw me down and fuck me? Hah! You can’t. But it's Yunho. He wouldn’t hurt you even if you asked. Would he? He walked ahead of you opening the door to the bedroom but not going inside. Instead, he stood by the door, waiting for you with a hand out for you to take.

“Whatever you want.” You took his hand and he pulled you slightly. “Whatever you need.” he kissed your forehead. “ I’ll make it happen.” Silence fell as he tugs you inside, closing the door behind you. You placed your hand on his cheek, looking at him with tears threatening to escape. A smile broke on when a tear fell, making him surge with worry, but it soon fell away when you whispered.

“I want to be loved. I want to know what that feels like.” You lent into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist. He strokes your head softly, swaying you slowly, comforting you.

“I can do that.” He whispered in your ear.

“But,” You pull away slipping your fingers through the button loops of your sleep shirt, unbuttoning them while staring at him. “I want to feel the cruelness.” The fabric slips off your shoulders before it falls onto the floor leaving your top half bare. His expression turns to one of filth and lust, curiousness wonder as to what you might be up to.

“What are you saying, doll?” He tilts his head, licking his lips. His gaze watches your body as he steps closer to you, but you step back, until the edge of the bed hits the back of your legs.

“I want to feel something. Anything. Even if its pain.”

Oh, your words just clicked something in him. His heart quickened, and his breathing hitched. As if you couldn’t get more perfect because even though you thought he was soft and caring, he did, after all, have a dark side. A cruel side. That’s what made him the perfect leader in one of the best gangs in Seoul. He didn’t speak, not when excitement riddled his nerves, instead he bent down wrapping his arms around your legs. Lifting you up before throwing you lightly on the bed. You gasped at his actions, watching as pillows bounced off and the sheets crumpled under your body. He chuckled watching your expression change from desperation to slight shock. He took off his suit jacket and belt swiftly. His eyes never left yours. He tilted his head upwards in a bob motion, gesturing for you to take the rest of your clothes off. And of course, you listen, hooking your fingers under the hem of your sleep shorts. But you leave your panties on, crossing your legs with a smirk. If he wanted them off, he’d have to take them off himself.

“I’ve been thinking…” He slipped his shirt off, leaving himself in only his boxers. “about all the little things that you've been missing” He crawled onto the bed sitting on his knees just by the edge, just watching you with an unreadable expression. He leaned forward slowly, like an animal stalking his prey. His fingers wrapped around your crossed ankles before he harshly tugged them on either side of his thick thighs. You slide fast against the silk sheets until your ass gently hits his knees.

“Hi.” He leans down so his face is inches from yours.

You blushed, biting your lip. You wrap your legs lazily around his waist before whispering “Hi..”

His lips locked on yours, it was slow, loving. Something you aren't used to, but yet it felt familiar. It felt safe. He leaned more into the kiss, moving so he was completely over you, his body grinding into yours. You hummed at feeling bucking your hips up slightly. He matched your movements, feeling himself get hot and bothered by it. Teeth clashed and tongue danced. His hand travels up your body before grabbing yours. Fingers intertwined together and moans grew louder making him want more. He wanted to be sweet and cruel, cause why not? He can do both. And he knows you’d love both. His free hand moved to grab the hem of your panties pulling them away from your skin before letting go, making the band snap against your flesh.

“Yun…” You moan tilting your head back, letting him latch his lips on your now-exposed neck. He sucked in a few hickeys, littering your soft skin with bright marks. Marks to show you were his. His fingers that are still hooked around your panties suddenly tug again but only this time, you hear a tear. Then a snap.

“Whoops.” He chuckles sliding the broke fabric off your body. You whimpered at this, seeing the veins on his arm. He could snap you in half if you tried hard enough and it made you wet just thinking about it. He sat up, getting off the bed completely, his boxers falling off as soon as his feet hit the ground. You sat up slightly yourself, leaning on your elbows as you watch him. “Move forward, now.”

His dominating voice enticed you, making you move forward slowly, but it seemed too slow for Yunho to take, grabbing just one ankle this time, he yanked you with force until your legs dangled over the end of the bed. His strength showed no bounds, making you question just how strong this man actually was. But that was a conversation for another time. Right now, the big beefy mob boss, watched you with fire in his eyes as he got down on his knees in front of you. His large hands gripped the back of your thighs so he could place your legs on his shoulders. The position made you feel light-headed, him being face to face with your pussy.

“I could love you with my eyes closed.” His sombre voice melted your heart, while his fingers that ran over your clit set a fire to brew in your gut. His tongue licks up your slick as he pushed two fingers inside you. You wanted to cry out, scream for him. Grabbing his hair, your body shook at his thrusts.

“I could kiss every part of your body, blindfold. And I’ll still find the parts you need me to touch most.” He wanted, no, needed to tell you how much you mattered to him. Show you how much love he wanted to give to you. Make you feel what he feels. That he’s the right man for you. The right person to love and hold you. The right person to marry.

“I have you figured out.”

You came all over his face when his thumb pushed just the right amount of pressure on your clit, making you gasp out for air. Yunho sat up without you noticing, and it wasn’t until you felt his hand graze your hips that you opened your eyes to see him towering over you. He flipped you without a sweat, pulling your ass up while your face lands on the mattress with a huff. He rubs your cheeks before giving them a slap making you grip the sheets below you while chanting his name.

“You like that Darling? You like it rough?” he slapped your redding skin again. You couldn’t answer him with words, instead, you moaned louder, arching your back so your ass would rub against his cock.

“P-Please Sir….” You didn’t mean to drop the pet name but it slipped off your tongue before you had time to think. Yunho seemed to like the nickname cause the moment he heard it leave your sweet lips, he trusted deep inside you without a second thought. His hand snaked under your body, gripping the front of your throat. He pulled your body upwards your back was flushed against his chest. His grip was tight making your head spin in the best way as the snap of his hips started to make you see stars. He had such a tight hold of you that even when your body started to feel limp, you wouldn’t move from his grasp.

“My baby, and here I thought you were innocent. It seems I got myself a filthy little wife.” He grunts in your ear making you cry out. Tears broke down your face and you feel another high coming to pass, but your brain couldn’t help but replay the words that slipped off his tongue.

“W-Wife…” You whined.

“Yes, Doll. My wife. Come tomorrow I want to propose to you, properly. Tell the world about how I shall make you my wife.” the snap of his hips come to a stop, suddenly letting go of your body, making you fall onto the bed. He flipped you over again before lining his cock with your soaked pussy, slipping in with ease. His pace was faster, and the sounds of wet skin and moans filled the room. And a sudden sound of…. wood?

You tilted your head seeing a huge spilt in the headboard. Yunho seemed to notice as well as his thrusts got hard. your hands fly to his biceps that were on either side of your head, nails digging into the flesh, threatening to draw blood. Your emotions were on overdrive, feeling yourself getting lost in complete ecstasy.

“Y-Yun I gonnn…gonna- I know baby, together okay.” He cut you off, locking his lips against yours once again. The knot in your stomach finally snapped and you tipped over the edge. Yunho wasn’t far behind, feeling his load shoot out inside you with a couple more thrusts. With each breath, his hips got slower and slower until falling to a stop. He didn’t pull out though, instead, he focused on kissing every part of skin he could reach. You lay there, letting him have his way while you feel like you are near passing out.

“You with me darling?” His voice was so soft and quiet you almost missed it, but you hummed in response once you heard him.

“I think I’ve fallen in love with you…” You blurted out in between pants.

Yunho sat up coming face to face with you, gazing at you with passion, “I think I’ve fallen in love with you too…”

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Commission for the AMAZINGLY patient @i-likebread . Thank you so much for such a fun idea and again, for your patience during my summer writing dry spell. ^_^

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader, Yuji Itadori x Reader

Summary: At the end of the day, curses were trophic beings. Sukuna? Of course, he was an apex predator. He knew how to wait, to watch, to be patient. To wait until his prey was in exactly the right position where victory, making the kill, was guaranteed. Enter: Yuji’s new little girlfriend. The ingénue. The prey.

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

CW: Dub-Con, Non-Con, Rape by Deception, Cuckholding, Rough Sex, Virginity Loss, Painful Virginity Loss, Manipulation, mentions of Ero-Guro

If you're interested in getting your own Commission done, please refer to my Commission Sheet and shoot me a DM or e-mail! ^_^

Cross-Posted on AO3.

Everyone had told Yuji Itadori that it was a bad idea. A very bad idea. After all, just dating as a Jujutsu Sorcerer at all came with its fair share of risks. Dating as a Jujutsu Sorcerer while sharing a body with the King of Curses? It should’ve rendered him completely celibate. But to go beyond that, to not only date, but to date a normal, powerless girl with absolutely no knowledge of the existence of Jujutsu society and curses?

Now that was downright stupid.

Those were Gojo’s words too! Satoru Gojo’s — the stupid idea savant! That had certainly gotten Yuji to second guess things. When he left to meet her for their first official date, he’d gone there with all the intentions of breaking things off. But then…

Well, there wasn’t any big revelation. She’d just been her. And he just couldn’t let her go. There were very few moments in his life these days that were able to be just sweet and simple. So any he could have, he knew that he had to cling to, and cling to tight. And moments spent with her? They made him feel like life would never be complicated again.

So six months later, here they were at the matsuri of a temple near her school. And boy, watching her knelt over the shateki stall, silly little tongue sticking out of her mouth as she concentrated so deeply on the balloon she was aiming at, could he not regret it any less. Especially not when she looked so damn cute in that yukata.

POP!

“I got it!” she jumped back from the carnival game with a squeal, accidentally knocking Yuji in the chest with the pellet gun.

“Oomf—!”

She gasped, “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry!” and rushed forward to check his chest, almost hitting him in the face this time, “Are you hurt?!”

He was able to anticipate it this time though, catching the muzzle of the rifle in his palm with a laugh, “I’m fine, I’m fine. Let’s just put this down, alright?”

She relinquished it immediately, bringing her hands to her face to try and cover her blush as she nodded frantically. The moment had finally caught up to her, the fact that she’d almost taken him out twice with the toy rifle and got completely in his face, touching his chest. And the cutest embarrassment came along with it.

That was one of the things he really liked about her. She was shy and soft-spoken, but that didn’t stop her from ever living or hiding her true feelings when push came to shove. Especially when they involved other people. She often got ahead of herself, feet moving before her brain, throwing manners out the window if it meant helping somebody in need, blurting out the silliest little nonsensicals to try to ease an awkward silence. But never failing to revert back to that shyness and feel embarrassed about it in a way that always brought a smile to his face.

“Your prize, Miss.”

They both turned back to the game-tender, and Yuji instantly froze when he saw the prize being handed to her.

A little yarn doll, just big enough to be a keychain, and it— holy shit, it looked like—

“Aww, look at him Yuji!” she beamed, holding the doll up next to his face, “It looks just like you!”

He could feel his heart freeze with dread, his stomach twisting.

“W-What are you talking about?! No it doesn’t! It’s got tattoos!”

“Yeah. And four arms,” she rolled her eyes, “But look! It’s got your hair and eyes and that mischievous little smirk,” she wiggled it closer to his cheek, “That’s all troublemaker. All Yuji Itadori.”

He swatted the little doll away from his face, growing more and more prickly the longer she held it so close to him, “Is not!”

She giggled, taking his whining as embarrassment over being teased rather than anything serious,and pulled the doll back to clutch into her own palms lovingly.

“And it’s cute…” she blushed a little as she whispered, “...just like you.”

Yuji softened at the sight.

He needed to take it easy. It’s not like she could know the history there, the thing it actually looked like — he’d made absolute sure that she hadn’t, after all.

But still, the question remained:

“What’s it supposed to be anyway?” he asked, “A mascot or something?”

He had to know, it was just uncanny how much it looked like Sukuna. And this temple didn’t have any ties to the Jujutsu world that he knew of. Not that he knew a lot. But he hadn’t seen any sorcerers or cursed energy residuals in the area. If anything, it was weird how few curses — even flyheads — were in this area, considering how old the temple was.

“I guess it’s the guardian spirit of this temple,” she answered.

Yuji’s eyes widened. No. No, there was no freaking way.

“This thing?” he pressed in disbelief, “But he— I mean it looks more like a demon than a guardian spirit.”

“That’s kind of the interesting thing!” she explained excitedly, “My homeroom teacher was telling us about it last week. I think the story goes, that in a war between spirits and humans, the peasants this temple served were constantly caught in the crossfire. That is, until a dedicated, benevolent demon came along and vowed to protect the temple even while the rest of the world burnt around it.”

She presented the doll to him, “This little guy is that demon.”

It was all Yuji could do to not roll his eyes at her. Okay. Now he knew it was just a coincidence. Because sure. Benevolent. That’s what Sukuna was.

What a bunch of crap.

Oi. Sukuna suddenly gruffed in his head. I’m plenty fucking benevolent.

Yuji went rigid. Sukuna didn’t talk to him often. And honestly, he preferred it that way. He could nap and plot and flit away the time however he did in his own soul, while Yuji enjoyed the life surrounding his. Rarely did he actually tune in and observe Yuji’s life unless there was a battle or an… opportunity at hand.

So the fact that he seemed to be paying attention now was more than a bit worrying.

What, you gonna tell me that the story is true or something? Yuji snapped right back at his squatter bodymate. That you actually protected a temple?

Could be.

Yuji’s breath hitched.

O-Oh yeah? he demanded, trying to not reveal his wavering confidence. And what was the catch? There’s no way you were some guardian out of the goodness of your heart.

He could practically hear Sukuna smirk inside his head and it unnerved him. Sukuna was privy to all kinds of information about curses and Jujutsu that Yuji learned at school, a lot of which even involved the King of Curses himself. Yet he hardly had anything to comment on then. So why was he so damn talkative about this story?

I protected the shrine… Never said shit about the people in it. And then that horrible, raucous laughter of Sukuna’s echoed in his head.

“Shut up!”

“Huh?”

Yuji snapped back to his girlfriend, who stared back at him with wide, confused eyes. Shit. He said that outloud, didn’t he?

“Sh-Shut up— no way they’ve got fluffy ice!” he tried to save, pointing past her to a nearby stall, “We gotta get some!”

She looked behind her, following his finger, and then laughed, relieved that it was something as simple as that rather than something she might have said, “I swear, all you ever think about is food, Yuji.”

“That’s not true… I think about you a lot.”

…is what Yuji would’ve said if he were smoother, more confident, and convinced that a line like that wouldn’t send her running for the hills. But of course, he wasn’t any of those things. So he just rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish laugh and nodded when she suggested they go get in line for some.

He wanted to just enjoy the night, to forget about curses and Jujutsu and most of all Sukuna — he practically dared the curse to make another fucking remark, to get all of his unwelcome commentary out now while he could. But the inside of his head had gone, thankfully, radio silent. So he made peace with the fact that Sukuna had gotten bored with all of this and had gone back into his own soul to sleep.

But no. Sukuna was not gone, nor bored. Far from it.

He was hungry.

Sukuna watched Yuji’s little girlfriend through his host’s eyes.

He’d excused himself to go use the restroom soon after they’d gotten their fluffy ice to split, and now he’d just stopped to watch her, sitting on a bench near the edge of the temple, the mouth of the forest, and enjoying her frozen treat with childish glee. The lovestruck fool was living in the moment, watching her with a heart full of warmth and just wanting to take it all in.

For Sukuna however, his stare was full of a hunger growing more and more ravenous with every second.

Of course she looked delicious at all times. In her school uniform (girl’s uniforms were one of the few innovations of this era he could fully get behind), in her gym clothes the times she and Yuji went jogging together. Even that little floral sundress number she’d worn on their last date had really gotten his motor going. She was just a gorgeous little thing, and exactly his type.

Sickeningly sweet and salaciously stupid.

But there was something about her right now, dolled up in a snow white yukata, walking under the warm glow of the traditional lanterns, down the path of a temple he once called home — she looked like she could have existed just like this, a thousand years ago. That she could’ve encountered him when he was at the height of his power, looking just like this.

It took everything in him not to utter “Extension” and tear her to pieces in front of every pair of prying eyes right here on this stone path.

But no. He had to control himself.

He had to plan his moves carefully, he couldn’t just cause havoc willy-nilly, not without raising an unignorable alarm for the Jujutsu Sorcerers to put Yuji Itadori and himself down like Old Yeller. No, now was not the time to rape and pillage and have his fun.

It didn’t mean he was happy about it, though.

Somehow, there was something even worse about not being able to have his way in this form then it had been when his soul was fractured for a thousand years. At least before he’d manifested, he was held back by the fact that it was impossible to do anything else — he literally couldn’t have physically let loose even if he wanted to. He was essentially stuck in purgatory.

But now, when he had the full ability to ravage but had to keep himself in check, with only himself and his self-preservation to answer to? God, it practically fucking burned. It wasn’t right. If he didn’t get some kind of outlet soon, he was going to go crazy.

It was like he was a dog, kept chained and locked up within the cage of his own skin. But that’s not what he was. He wasn’t a fucking housepet. He was a hunter, a predator.

And a damned good one at that.

There was a huge difference between other Curses and Sukuna. The sorcerers had decided to define this difference by grades. But Sukuna believed that the real explanation was much less academic, much more simple.

After all, just because a curse was “Special Grade” didn’t mean that it was worth a damn. It could have all the cursed energy in the world, but if it didn’t know how to properly hunt? It’d be lucky to last a century.

They were trophic beings at the end of the day.

Low-level Curses, like flyheads? They were, at best, Primary Consumers. If he were being blunt, most of them were Producers, barely above algae. They tended to draw in more Jujutsu Sorcerers than they were worth. Sitting fucking ducks.

That waste of space from the Juvenile Detention Center? A Secondary Consumer. He could pick off the herbivores that were humans. Injured zebras falling behind the herd like his host and the little girl with the hammer.

And the little patchwork punk? The one that dared to put his pathetic mitts on his soul twice? Sukuna would be generous and call him a Tertiary Consumer. He sure did give that Seven to Three Sorcerer and his host a run for their money.

But Sukuna, himself? Of course, he was an apex predator. He knew how to wait, to watch, to be patient. To wait until his prey was in exactly the right position where victory, making the kill, was guaranteed.

Enter: Yuji’s new little girlfriend. The ingénue.

The prey.

…

Okay, so maybe she was some low-hanging fruit, but it’s not like he could be too choosy. And boy was she ripe for the picking.

Besides, a top of the food chain hunter such as himself knew how to make some fun, a chase out of anything.

Yes, little Yuji Itadori should’ve listened to his teachers. Dating a non-sorcerer, bringing such a tempting piece of meat into his eyeline and waving it around so proudly was a very bad idea.

And Sukuna lived for bad ideas.

“Extension.”

She perked up as Yuji re-approached, “Hey—!” then paused, head cocking as she noticed something… different about him.

“What’s with the…?” she gestured over her face, indicating the black marks now running across his skin.

“They were doing some face-painting at one of the booths,” he answered simply, lowly, “Looks good, right?”

She flushed a bit at the timber of his voice, eyes dropping to the cup of fluffy ice in her hands. Even imitating Itadori, there was a huskiness, a darkness in Sukuna’s voice that couldn’t be masked. And it sent shivers straight up his prey’s lovely spine.

“Y-Yeah… Looks really good.”

He smirked. Trap set.

“Really good, huh?” he purred, sitting on the bench not only next to her, but with his legs pressing hard against hers.

Her cheeks flushed, giggling as he slid his arm behind her shoulders on the bench, and giddy embarrassment set her body afloat. She liked this, liked it a lot. She always wanted Yuji to sweet-talk and touch her like this, more than she really should honestly. But she was way too embarrassed to ever admit that herself. So this extra flirty mood he seemed to be in at the moment was sending her straight to Cloud 9.

“...Uh— Uh-huh. R-Really good.”

She hazarded a look at his face again, the intensity, the uninhibited desire burning like coal in those lazy-lidded eyes sending an all new feeling of excitement through her body. One she’d been denying for a while.

With a squeak, she looked back forward, jutting the cup of fluffy ice over in his general direction, “D-Do you want some more?!”

He barely paid the measly little treat any mind, far more invested in the delicacy so pretty and wrapped up in an obi for him.

“Yeah, why not.”

She turned towards him, eyes focussing on his tight chest rather than his sinful eyes, so that she could pick up the spoon and feed him. But before she could even touch the utensil, he reached past it, towards her, and caught a little drip of sweet syrup at the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

Her breath hitched, loud and embarrassingly. But this only seemed to spur him on. He brushed it slowly along the length of her lower lip, pressing it in ever so slightly when he got to the center, kissing the pad of his thumb to her teeth. He could feel everything about her through this, the way her throat bobbed anxiously, the shuttering breath against his skin, the way her tongue sank forward instinctually to meet him.

She couldn’t help it, the hypnotic lull that it pulled her into. Her eyes started to shutter closed, but in doing so she noticed something.

His nails.

Sukuna clocked this almost simultaneously, whipping his hand back before she completely lost her stupor and bringing the thumb to his own lips, nails hidden from sight. He made a show of licking the residuals of sweetness off of it, eyes boring straight into hers.

“Tastes even better this way,” he purred.

She flushed and turned away quickly and completely, her back to him, beyond embarrassed, “Y-Yuji—!”

“What?”

“That’s so embarrassing,” she squeaked.

“What do you mean?” he husked, leaning in from above her, pressing impossibly closer into her back, “What’s so embarrassing about loving the way you taste?”

Sukuna could feel her cheeks heat up as he slotted his nose into her shoulder, “In fact…”

He pressed his mouth, motionless, into the nape of her neck. He breathed into it, doing everything in his power to get a whisper of a taste of that skin, without devouring her whole.

“I’d love to taste more.”

He ran his hands down her arms, nails catching on every goosebump. They were going slow, teasing, but they weren’t stopping. No, they were not stopping their descent. Not until they got to—

“Y-Yuji,” she gasped out an embarrassed laugh as his hands slipped down to cover her own over the cup, sticky and cold from the fluffy ice dripping forgotten over them, “Come on, there are people around…”

“And?” Sukuna’s fingers weaved with her own squeezing tight, his hips slanting flush against her ass, “If there weren’t people around?”

She tilted her head back, startled by how close his lips were to hers when she did so. Startled, but not scared off. No. Intoxicated. Caught in the center of the spider’s web.

Trapped. Right where he wanted her.

Sukuna’s smirk widened and he caught her lips, all pretense gone. He was going in for the kill.

There was a reason why she was easy prey, and it wasn’t just because she was meek and malleable, easy for Sukuna to overwhelm even without powers.

It was because she wanted this from Yuji, had wanted it for a while, actually. If he didn’t know from all the needing looks and batting lashes she’d sent his way over the last six months — a virgin whore if he’d ever seen one — it was more than obvious now. The way she grinded against him, gasped excitedly as he shoved her against a tree, back arching as he turned the top of her yukata into a belt, exposing her bare chest to his rough, relentless palms.

He was brought back to the other fucks he’d had under this very tree, when he’d been able to dig his claws into the flesh of shrine maidens until he felt bone. Or that village girl whose spine he’d snapped in half as he came.

This wasn’t nearly as physically exhilarating as those times, but there was something oddly even more exciting about it on a sentimental level. Of course, it was his first fuck in over a millennia, and a virgin at that (his fucking favorite), but she was Yuji’s too.

Yuji’s girlfriend, Yuji’s love, Yuji’s prize to be won — and he’d stolen her right under the brat’s nose. The only thing that would make it better would be if Yuji could actually see it right now.

He could let that go for now though, especially considering how pliant and eager she was, the way she held back her yelps and locked down any complaints as they slipped down to the cold, crackly ground, her bare back grinding hard into the bark. He knew that it hurt her, he could smell the blood and feel the way her breath hitched in his mouth, and yet miraculously, she didn’t say a word. She wanted this to happen, she wanted to make him happy. And she was too shy to voice anything that might result in otherwise.

“You ready?” he purred, already shoving his pants down to his knees and giving himself a few preparatory pumps, regardless of her answer.

She gulped, and nodded hurriedly.

As soon as he moved her panties to the side and rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance exploratorily, Sukuna knew she was lying. Her body was clearly not quite there. She was plenty wet, sure, but she was still tense from the nerves, and shallow from the lack of prep.

That was fine though. Actually, it was great. That added ring of resistance? That’s what made virgins and victims the absolute perfect prey, that’s what made them intoxicating.

He couldn’t have held back if he wanted to.

Without any other warning, he slammed his hips forward, fucking her fully.

She cried out with a volume that was clearly not all from joy. She was hurt. And he almost came on the spot at the sound.

“Are you okay?” he asked, just to keep in character. He didn’t care either way.

“Mm—! Mm-hmm!” she nodded frantically, tears clear in her eyes and hesitant to open her mouth, lest she reveal the actual pain she was in.

Oh, a little tough girl, huh? He could fucking fall in love.

Sukuna kept a serious face, but inside he was splitting in two, smiling.

“You sure? Do you want me to stop?” he insisted. It’s not like he would, even if she wanted to. But the idea of her powering through the pain, begging him to keep going even as he broke her? It was just too good to pass up.

“Y-Yes,” she yelped out in such a sweet, strained voice, “P-Please, keep going Yuji!”

He reached forward, running a hand through her hair, that once perfect little updo now frazzled and ruined with leaves and dirt, “I’ll be gentle, okay?”

She sniffled and put on a brave, quivering smile, nodding. He dragged out of her to the tip, slowly, expertly, pulling from her the first little gasp of pleasure.

Then he bottomed out inside her.

She cried out loudly, nails clinging into his back with vicelock strength as he fucked her, truly fucked her. She tried to make those cries sound pleasured, like moans. But she couldn’t hide the screams they truly were. She pulled him closer so that she could try and muffle them into his shoulder.

But that wouldn’t do. No, that would not fucking do.

The hand in her hair tightened, pulling her head back harshly so that she had nowhere to direct her noise but into the night sky as he pounded into her. She bit her lip, trying to keep them at bay.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” he groaned, genuinely, “What about you, baby? Do you feel good?”

She tried to just get away with nodding and whining.

“Tell me baby,” he pressed, “Tell me it feels good.”

“I-It… It feels good!” she finally cried out, desperate for him to stop, “Y-Yuji, it feels so good!”

He pressed his lips into her cheek, almost cumming on the spot as the streams of tears down her skin touched his tongue.

“I love you so much,” he growled shamelessly.

She smiled a face-splitting smile, eyes wide and puffy, and body completely open and raw, as she tried to love away the pain.

“M-Me too!” she almost gagged, “I love you too!!”

In this life, the previous, or even the next, Sukuna was sure he’d never cum as hard as he did when he saw that face.

Yuji stared down at her in absolute horror. What had he done? No, what had he done?!

His girlfriend, that pure, perfect girl, the one true light of his life, was laid out beneath him, a complete mess. Covered in dirt, hickeys, and a sheen of her own sweat and tears.

Raped.

Her bare chest rose and fell heavily (he could be thankful for that at least), and her cheek rested against the twisting roots of the tree they were under as she tried to catch her breath.

No.

No, no, no, no, no—

Her eyes blinked open as she felt a splash against her flesh, pulling her from her post-sex daze. She turned to look up at Yuji, instantly shocked to see him hunched over her and sobbing uncontrollably.

“Yuji?” she gasped, “Yuji what’s wrong?”

“I… I-I just—” he choked, trying desperately not to throw up. His fingers ran shakily across the divots in her skin, the scratches and bitemarks, “Are you o-okay?”

She followed his stroking hands to her marred shoulders and whipped back to him with a gasp.

“Ohhh, sweetie no— don’t worry about those! I’m fine!”

“A-Are you sure?” he rasped.

“Of course!” she pulled him down into a tight embrace, “I loved it, Yuji.”

Those words stabbed him harder and hotter than anything else she could’ve said. Made it all so much worse.

“I absolutely loved it.”

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Invisible Smoke - Two

Summary: There is something going on with Jake’s favorite mechanic. And he continues to pry. Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin/F!Reader Word Count: 9.7k A/N: Thank you for all the love on the first chapter, I truly wasn’t expecting it. I apologize for the wait, but hopefully the length will make up for it! Warnings: Naval inaccuracies, themes of stalking, cursing, mentions of terminal and life-threatening illnesses, and combative fluff :)

The ceremony was wonderful if not a little long winded but you hardly cared as you stood with the rest of the crowd to cheer as Captain Mitchell and Admiral Simpson presented the Daggers, officially a squadron of Lieutenant Commanders. You caught Rooster’s eye, having watched Captain Mitchell pin the leaves to his uniform, and saw that he still had tears lining his lower lashes. You winked at him, earning a small smile and a bit of pink in his cheeks. You were so proud.

“I’m so happy for him!” Came a warbled voice and you held the phone in your hand a little higher. This wasn’t exactly how you thought you’d meet Jake’s family (not that you had ever given it much thought, really) but when he’d explained that his family couldn’t make it out to the ceremony for one reason or another, you had volunteered to make sure their FaceTime was at the right angle so they could see everything. There were four of them all crammed together—his mother, Sandra, and three sisters, Mia, Kelly, and Alex—staring at what you assumed was an iPad with how Sandra was holding it; blonde heads swiveling together to track Jake’s movements on the stage had been quite the spectacle but when you had glanced up to see Jake looking at you with the biggest, brightest smile you had ever seen it had nearly made you drop the phone.

Embarrassing.

As the ceremony wrapped up and the crowd started to disperse, you lingered near your chair and watched as everyone else reunited with the family that came to watch the ceremony, shook hands with the brass, or hurried off to the Hard Deck to celebrate because Captain Mitchell had, unsurprisingly, sweet talked Penny into letting them take over (again). You waved Tasha on when she went to wait for you and she frowned but did eventually leave, looping her arm through her older sister’s before disappearing out into the parking lot.

“Is my son making you wait?”

You glanced down at the phone with a smile. “He’s schmoozing with some of the big wigs. I’m in no rush to go anywhere.”

Sandra hummed, green eyes narrowing behind her glasses as she paused. It was almost comical how much the expression reminded you of Jake when he was thinking of something. “Well, sugar, I hate to ask this, but could you remind me of your name?”

You gave it readily but added, “most call me Punch.”

Mia once again appeared on screen, leaning down with a matching squint. “Punch?”

“Yeah. It’s a long story but-”

“Oh, we’ve heard of you.”

That had your brow pinching and you fought the urge to bring the phone closer to your face as if that would help you decipher the look on Jake’s sister’s face. All you managed to say was, “oh?”

A smile started to stretch across Mia’s face. “Don’t worry. All good things.”

The phone was snatched out of your hands before you could ask just what the hell that meant and you turned to see Jake smiling at his family on the little screen. “Hi, mama.”

“Jacob Seresin!” Sandra started. “Did you make Punch wait when she was doing you a favor?”

If possible, Jake’s smile widened and his sea glass gaze shifted to you. “Already ganging up on me with my mom?”

“Your family is a delight,” you drawled. “You must be adopted.”

There was an answering laugh that had Jake’s cheeks turning a light shade of pink before he nudged at your arm with the flat of his palm. “Get out of here.”

“It was nice to meet you, Sandra!” You hollered, already turned toward the door.

Sandra’s laugh rang out again and you walked out to the car, thankful to see a few small groups of people still milling about in the warm San Diego sun. You were quick to get into your car and lock the door behind you before curling your hands over the steering wheel. Your next breath was a slow, stuttering sigh. It had only been four days since you had seen him in the parking lot of the Hard Deck.

Lurking.

Smirking.

And it had been four days since you felt like you could actually breathe. A familiar pressure on your chest had been your constant companion. You knew it was part of your anxiety, a physical manifestation of your fear. You were still on that metaphorical cliff, waiting to fall. You leaned back against the seat and tried to drag in another breath but it was like your lungs couldn’t expand. Pressing your hands over your stomach you tried again and again and again until the ache lessened enough for you to continue to pretend.

Pretend to be normal.

Pretend to be okay.

You’d nearly blown it when Jake had walked you out of the Hard Deck. But maybe he just thought you really wanted to get away from him and brushed it off, thinking you were in a mood. He had only texted to make sure you made it home okay and you’d spent the rest of the night on the couch with a baseball bat clutched in a shaking grip. But you had continued on. Going to work. Putting on a smile and a brave face. Keeping your mouth shut. It was better this way.

With another stilted breath, you grabbed your bag from your backseat and changed out of your uniform and into the dress you’d picked for the night before driving off base. The Hard Deck’s parking lot was already starting to reach capacity so you took the first space you could find and smoothed out your dress as your car beeped, letting you know the doors were locked. The inside of the naval bar was just as busy as the parking lot and you dodged an elbow of someone playing darts not two steps in. Weaving through the crowd, you waved at a few familiar faces—mostly other ADs grouped near one of the windows—and waited to finally make it up to the bar. Jimmy and Penny were both fixing drinks and a few other employees were picking up empty glasses left abandoned on high tops and booths. It might be a minute.

“Hey.”

You looked to the side with a smile and pulled Bob into a hug which he quickly reciprocated. “Hey yourself, Lieutenant Commander Floyd.”

Bob’s cheeks flushed a tiny bit and he adjusted his grip on the hat beneath his arm as you stepped back. “You’ve got to meet my brother before he flies out.”

“Of course. But first, let me buy you a drink.” And as he opened his mouth to protest, you shook your head. “You wouldn’t let me do anything else so I’m buying you a drink.” Bob sighed but dutifully followed you up to the bar and let you pay for his ginger ale but grumbled when you insisted on buying his brother’s drink, too. You also had Penny put together a round for the Daggers you knew would be circling the pool tables soon enough. Bob helped you carry everything toward the table where his brother was waiting. You’d ‘met’ Bob’s brother, Harrison, a few times when you accidentally barged in on Bob FaceTiming his family but it was nice to finally meet him in person. He was just as charming as Bob but had a few more extroverted tendencies and regaled you with stories about the year he took off before medical school to ‘visit’ Bob who was stationed in Hawaii and spent the entire time learning to surf and trying to teach Bob, too.

“I never quite got the hang of it,” Bob admitted, still sipping on his ginger ale.

“You tried your best!” Harrison said with a kind smile. But soon his phone was beeping and he grimaced before standing from the table. “All right. I’ve gotta catch my flight back to New York.”

“Let me know when you land,” Bob murmured as he stood and wrapped him in a hug.

You might have heard a muffled ‘of course,’ before they separated but you definitely heard Harrison say, “I’m so proud of you.” He clapped his brother on the shoulder again before turning to you with a smile and he surprised you with a quick kiss to the cheek. “Thank you for keeping him safe.”

“That’s mostly Phoenix,” you said with a smile.

But Harrison shook his head. “I’m sure it is a team effort. Now, keep in touch, okay?” And then he breezed away, disappearing into the crowd and probably into a waiting taxi outside.

You spoke for a little longer, mostly about the ceremony and how Cyclone actually seemed like a human instead of a robot the last handful of days but Admiral Cain still seemed like a douchebag of the highest order. By now the rest of the Daggers had arrived, to much fanfare in the bar, and would sometimes filter by the table to grab a beer and chat for a bit—Natasha’s sister was a riot and had Tasha’s blushing a surprising shade of scarlet after telling you and Bob a particularly embarrassing story about “baby Tash” trying to jump off the roof with a bedsheet cape before she, too, had to leave to catch a flight back home. And you almost hated that you knew the exact moment Jake entered the bar, like you couldn’t help but turn toward him whenever he appeared, like a sunflower facing the sun. Again…embarrassing. However, you noticed Bob kept looking at the group of women circled around one of the high tops and you nudged his shoulder with your own. “Don’t,” he muttered.

“What?” You asked, fighting a smile.

“I know what you’re thinking.” He took another sip of his ginger ale and shook his head. “It isn’t happening.”

“And why not? You deserve someone nice. They look nice…for the most part,” you added with a scrunch of your nose. “Maybe the blonde in the red dress looks a bit mean, but the rest of them look nice. Want me to go over there and test the waters? I can see which ones would be down to handle that sword-”

“Punch!” It was honestly impressive how quickly Bob’s face went a violent shade of scarlet and he nearly dropped his pop.

“You got a sword with your promotion. I don’t know what you’re insinuating, but I am a lady, Bobert.”

He snorted and knuckled at his glasses to push them up again. “Sure. Sure you are, Punch.”

Then you laughed. You laughed and that weight in your chest cracked and fizzled out. For now, you could breathe again. Bob eventually got you up and away from the table with the promise to take it easy on you with a game of pool—he lied. The WSO absolutely demolished you in an embarrassingly quick game.

“That was brutal,” Tasha said as she grabbed a beer.

“It was.” You handed her the cue with a wince. “But, to make it up to me, Bob now has to let me test the waters with the ladies he’s been eyeing all night.”

Tasha glanced over at the group when you tilted your head in their direction and hummed. “Not the blonde in the red dress. She looks mean.”

Bob just groaned. “Please keep the sword innuendos to a minimum.”

“Why? You need someone who knows how to handle that ceremonial saber-”

The sound of someone choking on their beer had you all turning to see Jake wiping at his face. Tasha, smirking, smacked him on the back a few times to ‘help.’ He nudged her away with a halfhearted scowl as he licked the last few drops from his lips. “Jesus.”

“What?”

Jake’s smirk vanished but you could tell he was fighting to keep it down as his brows furrowed in an echo of a certain Admiral’s disappointed frown. “So crass-”

“Oh, blow me, Ken. It isn’t like you don’t have a list of sword-related pickup lines or nicknames at the ready.”

Tasha laughed into her beer and you felt a little zing of pride—you always did when you made her laugh.

“You did call that one barracks bunny a sword swallower,” Rooster said, cutting into conversation with ease. And it was then that the party really seemed to start and you let Tasha pull you into a game of darts (you lost) before you did actually try to get a read on the group of women and deciding that, actually, they all seemed a little mean and they were more interested in Captain Mitchell and Admiral Simpson anyway, if their drunken whispers were anything to go by.

You’d find a lady for Bob. One day.

After watching Bradley and Tasha beat Billy and Neil at pool and finally finishing your drink, you remembered Sarah’s invitation and stepped to Bradley’s side again as he went to grab another beer from the table. As soon as you were within reach, he slung an arm over your shoulders and hauled you closer. “You doing okay?” He asked, voice low.

You sagged in his grip, a reaction you couldn’t fight. He made you feel safe. He always did. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah?”

You winced at the tone. He had an innate way of knowing you were feeling off. And you hadn’t been exactly subtle in how you were acting lately. But you didn’t want to put more on Bradley’s plate, not now. Not when he was high on the new hardware on his collar. “Yeah,” you said, trying to sound convincing before changing the subject. “Sarah’s throwing an engagement party for Junior. She said I could bring someone and I thought you’d like to go? I know it’s been a minute since you’ve seen them all.”

Bradley set down his beer with a nod, licking the droplets from his lips. “When is it?”

“Friday.” And your heart plummeted as Bradley’s face crumpled and his arm slipped from your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Punch, but I promised Mav I’d help him haul in a part for his plane—we’re leaving at like five in the morning on Saturday.”

You nodded as you pinched your lower lip between your fingers until Bradley swatted it away with a knowing look. “I can ask Bob-”

“Bob and Phoenix have been asked to speak in Annapolis this weekend.”

Fuck. Fuck! You knew that. How could you forget? He’d been so excited when he got the call to lead a few classes back at his alma mater. “This is fine. I can just go by my-”

“I’ll go with you.”

Jake heard something in your neck pop with how quickly you turned your head to look at him. “What?”

And Jake almost recoiled at the amount of shock in your tone. “I mean, if you need someone to go with you.” Then, when neither you or Bradley said anything, Jake was about to retract his offer, already feeling stupid for opening his mouth in the first place. Usually he’d be more conscious to not let anyone know he was eavesdropping but the four beers he’d had probably loosened his tongue and he’d pounced at the opportunity to take you anywhere before he could stop himself with thoughts of repercussions. “I-”

“You’d do that?” And Jake hated how small your voice was, barely heard over the noise of the bar.

“Yeah. ‘Course.” And your smile was near blinding, twisting at something Jake didn’t want to acknowledge behind his ribs.

He listened intently to what the party was about—engagement for your not-actual-little brother, and when you’d pick him up—“I’m driving, you’re going to have to deal with it,” and what was expected—“just have a good time. And sign the card I’m buying, you can take half the credit for the gift I’m bringing, too.”

It sounded like it could be a good time. But if you smiled at him like that again, he’d probably agree to anything. You also told Jake to be ready by 18:20 next Friday so you’d be on time for the party and then Jake tried to ignore how that familiar feeling came roaring back in the confines of his chest as he watched you walk back toward the bar.

A hand clapping on his shoulder pulled Jake from admiring how your hips swayed with each step and he turned to see Rooster still standing beside him. His hazel eyes went from Jake to you and then back to Jake. “Let’s have a chat, Bagman.”

Fuck.

By the time you swiped a bit of tinted balm over your lips, you’d told yourself sixteen times that you were making a mistake but, “it would be fine.” You checked your watch and nodded: you were still on time. Early, actually. Jake would meet you at the Hard Deck and then you’d drive you both over to the Kazansky home to save room on the driveway—knowing Sarah, she’d probably invited half the people in her contacts and would still consider it a small party.

And you were contemplating texting Jake and telling him to forget it and that you’d go by yourself. It was too risky. Too intimate. Accepting his offer to go with you had been stupid. And choosing a dress that you knew made your tits look good because you’d caught Jake looking at you the last time you wore a dress like this was also very, very stupid. But when your phone chirped and Jake’s text lit up the screen—“Ready when you are, Punch!”—you knew it was too late.

And really…didn’t you deserve to have a good night?

He had robbed you of enough, hadn’t he? You could have one night. And there was a small bit of you that hoped he was satisfied with just scaring you once.

When you pulled into the Hard Deck’s parking lot, you were barely stopped before the passenger side door opened and Jake slid in with a bright smile and filled your car with the scent of his cologne—leather and oak moss and something distinctly Jake. “Ready?”

“Do you usually hurl yourself into moving vehicles or is that a recent addition to your lengthy list of ways you are a man-child?”

Jake’s smile widened. “You keeping lists about me?”

You resisted the urge to smack his arm and scowled instead as you reached into the backseat to grab the card you’d picked and made sure to hit him in the chest with it and the pen you wrestled from the bottom of your purse. “Sign that.”

Jake clicked the pen several times as he read over the mushy words Hallmark had written for a recently engaged couple and you drummed your fingers against the steering wheel as you slowed to a stop at a red light. If he said anything about the paragraph you wrote you might just-

“This is a nice card.” He then signed his name with a flourish and tucked it into the envelope. “What gift did you get them?”

“We got them an engagement photo shoot with a photographer who I may or may not have bombarded with emails and bribed after realizing Taylor follows her on instagram.” Were you proud of that? Not really. But you had felt extraordinarily bad after realizing that Junior had texted you after he proposed and you hadn’t responded until two weeks later. You knew he’d say there was nothing to apologize for but you still felt the need to make up for it.

“No, Punch,” he started. “My mama told me to never take credit for something I didn’t do. That gift is from you. I got them this.” He held up a bottle of champagne that you knew cost a few hundred dollars with a little silver bow taped to the neck. How you managed to miss that when he basically threw himself into your car, you’d never know (you were probably distracted by the way his thighs flexed beneath his nice trousers).

But it didn’t matter. You sealed the card after slipping the photographer’s business card inside. “It would’ve been fine, you know. But I’m sure they’ll love the champagne, too.”

Jake’s chest puffed a bit at that and you tried to not look too much at the tan skin that was revealed with the movement nor the silver links of his dog tags you knew were hiding beneath his obscenely tight shirt. You failed. And when he caught you looking, his smirk returned.

You couldn’t have that. “Careful, Ken. If you pop a button I’ll have to drop you on the nearest street corner.”

And then the asshole actually unbuttoned the next button. “I like to think I’d be a high-end escort. Like for senators.”

The answering laugh punched out of you before you could even pretend to not find him funny.

The rest of the drive was spent slapping his hand away from the radio when he said your taste in music was terrible—even when you caught him singing along with Stevie on your preferred classic rock station. It was good and easy and you almost hated it by the time you parked outside Sarah’s house, managing to snag a place beside the mailbox.

Jake was at your side before you reached the front door and knocked his foot into yours when you sucked in a breath before knocking at the front door. Yeah. Coming with him was a mistake. A beautiful, terrible mistake.

Jake had never been to the Kazansky home. On the ride over, you gave him a rundown on who he needed to know—Missus Kazansky, Junior and his fiancée Taylor, and younger sister Lily—and how to behave. It was mostly good natured ribbing and an actual threat to push him out a window if he hit on Lily.

“Okay, no Lily, but Missus Kazansky is free game?” That quip had earned him a glare so intense he would swear he saw his life flash before his eyes.

Worth it.

After all, it wasn’t all that often that Jake got to see you like this. Sure, he saw you in uniform on base and you had the innate ability to have a spare change of clothes wherever you went so you were never in uniform when you didn’t need to be so he got to see you in civvies often. But that was usually jeans and t-shirts. Maybe that one pair of shorts he thought about when he couldn’t sleep, if he was lucky.

But right now you were in another dress and he could see the thighs that he definitely didn’t dream about peeking out from the skirt as you shifted your weight from foot to foot. You were…

He couldn’t say gorgeous.

He couldn’t say beautiful.

He couldn’t say stunning.

So, you were special. And right now, as you waited at his side for the door to open, he could smell your perfume. Gardenias and sunshine.

His grandmother had special flower beds just for her gardenias—she once said that the soil in southern Texas was too acidic for her favorite flower but she was determined to have them near the ranch and had planter boxes filled with specialty soil and heaps of the flowers. All of his favorite memories of home were filled with the scent of the small white blooms.

And then there was you. You smelled like home.

The door opened and a petite blonde smiled at you before wrapping you in a quick hug. “Oh, sweetheart, you know you don’t need to knock.”

“Old habits,” you murmured as you returned the hug. When you stepped back, you gestured to Jake. “This is Lieutenant Commander Jacob Seresin. He’s part of the Dagger Squadron with Bradley. Jake, this is Sarah Kazansky.”

After shaking her hand and murmuring his thanks for letting him tag along, Jake stood a little straighter as Missus Kazansky’s eyes looked him over. “You’re Hangman, aren’t you? I’ve heard of you from Pete.” Then, without giving any indication as to what that meant, she waved you in and Jake followed suit. The inside of the large house was filled with people with champagne flutes in their hands as soft pop ballads from decades ago filtered through a hidden sound system, crooning about love.

You complimented Sarah on the tasteful decorations and earned yourself a motherly pat to your cheek before she called out for someone. There was an answering squeal and you shoved the card in your hand to Jake just in time to brace as a younger woman wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug.

“I’ve missed you so much!”

You laughed and returned the hug before holding her at arm's length with a smile. “Pasadena looks good on you! And you’re so close to graduating!”

This must be Lily, then. Jake watched you talk with her for a moment, seeing you smile as you traded a few short stories and Lily tugged at the skirt of your dress with a mischievous look in her eye. “You’ve gotta tell me where you bought this. You’re a bombshell.”

You waved away the compliment—as Jake knew you often did—and rattled off some store name as Lily shook her head.

“No, no. Take the compliment. You look gorgeous.” Then Lily’s sharp eyes moved to Jake. Jesus Christ. She was Ice Man’s daughter—that look was cold and calculating. “Doesn’t she look beautiful?”

And Jake’s mouth opened-

“Lily, c’mon. Stop it.” Your voice was nearly a whine. “This is Lieutenant Commander Jacob Seresin. He is one of the Daggers with me at Top Gun. Jake, this is Lily Kazansky. She’s about to graduate from Cal Tech with her degree in Engineering and applied science.”

A matching smile pushed at Lily’s mouth as her eyes raked over him. While Jake usually preened over such an obvious once-over, there was absolutely nothing wanting in her gaze. And maybe having you standing beside him helped…but he wasn’t going to address that. “Hangman. Yeah. I’ve heard of you.” Then Lily’s gaze flickered to you. “Enjoy the party. I think Mom needs my help in the kitchen.” And then she flounced away as you sighed.

“She’s…”

“Don’t say it,” you griped, pulling the envelope out of his grasp again.

“I was going to say intense.”

You nodded as you gnawed on your bottom lip before grabbing the champagne Jake was still holding and setting it on the gift table behind you. “She’s all Tom. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s running the Pacific Fleet by the time she’s forty.” But you waved that away, too, and tugged at his arm, leading him toward the exorbitant spread of finger foods on another table a few paces away. You snagged him a flute of champagne as you handed him a plate and then Jake let you wrangle you both onto a pair of the few remaining empty seats near the kitchen bar.

“Not going to mingle?”

“God, no. I hate mingling. You are free to go off and schmooze, if you want. There are a few people here you may know—probably shook hands with them at your ceremony.” You waved your flute toward a group of middle aged men near the fireplace and, yes, Jake knew them. All of them were upper echelons of the Navy brass and had congratulated him on the promotion. “I won’t hold your seat though.”

Jake laughed and shook his head. “I think I’m good right where I am, Punch. But thank you.” He glanced over at the men to see them already looking in your direction. They each raised their highball glasses with practiced smiles which you and Jake reciprocated with a tip of your champagne flutes. “You sure you don’t want to talk to them?”

You shrugged as you turned back to your food, plucking a small cube of cheese from the assortment and eating it quickly. “If I wanted to talk to them, I could’ve done it at barbecues or one of Sarah’s soir��es that she liked to host. I just…don’t care enough. I climbed up the ranks by accident mostly. I like where I am.”

Jake frowned at that. “What do you mean?” You were headstrong and tenacious. Not having drive or ambition just didn’t line up with what he knew about you, with how you presented yourself.

You popped a cherry tomato into your mouth and chewed and swallowed before answering, almost like you were stalling for time. “I’m not a lifer like you, Jake. I didn’t dream of joining the navy as a kid or anything like that. You probably had a vision board or something, right? Asked for model planes since you could talk. You look the type. Probably ate some of the pieces, too.”

But Jake didn’t take the bait and he’d never admit that he did swallow lego when he was seven. “Then why did you enlist? You could go anywhere.”

You were quiet again and that familiar twist in his chest returned as your lips pushed up in a small smile. Then your eyes searched his face, visibly debating something, and you must have found what you were looking for because you nodded, just once, unknowingly twisting the knife you didn’t know you held. “You caught me in a good mood. I’ll tell you. No one will believe you, but I’ll tell you.”

He resisted the urge to grab at your hand and just hold it as he said, “try me.”

“Sparknotes version?”

Jake wanted to know everything. Wanted to ask you to tell him every little detail so he could know you better than anyone else. But he could wait. Maybe. “Sure.”

“My little brother, Danny, got sick his first year of high school. Really sick. Expensive sick. I was in my last year of school and had the choice to either go to university or find a job that could help with the bills.” Your next breath had your shoulders sagging. “The Navy was the only recruitment office that wasn’t on lunch when I walked in. Four days after graduating high school, I was shipping off for training. Then I was volunteering for any deployment that my commanding officers even hinted at because I knew that deployment meant more pay. So, I was accidentally a decorated AD because I was desperate.”

Jake felt you jump when his hand landed on yours as it rested on the table beside him but you didn’t pull away so he selfishly curled his fingers over your wrist, content to feel the warmth you exuded. He remembered the photo on your desk and the soft look you’d been giving him—that was your baby brother. “Is he-”

“Oh, he’s fine now. Finishing up his doctorate at MIT.” Another smile pushed at your lips as you shook your head before your other hand settled over Jake’s. “Healthy as can be. Lily actually reminds me a lot of Danny. Both of them hated their English classes in high school. They’d prefer to have a root canal than write a book report. I probably did too much to actually have them learn anything about The Catcher in the Rye or Persuasion, but I just wanted to see them succeed.”

Jake’s heart leapt when he felt your thumb sweep over his knuckles as you kept looking out over the crowd. It was just a little touch. A little brush of your skin on his. And it was…special.

But as soon as it started, it stopped as you pulled your hands away from him and waved at someone in the crowd. “There’s the couple of the hour.”

Jake turned to see a younger blond guy with his arm wrapped around a smiling brunette. She’d reached up to tangle her fingers with his, showing off the massive rock on her finger. They must be Junior and Taylor—the pair certainly had that look about them that all newly engaged couples had. Well, almost all couples. Jake knew some weren’t so fortunate.

You hopped off the seat and dragged Junior and Taylor into quick hugs as Jake followed suit and stood, shaking both their hands as you introduced him. You oohed and ahhhed over the engagement ring and poked at Junior’s cheek when he blushed as Taylor recounted the story of the proposal. You handed over the card and Jake saw you curl your hands into fists behind your back as Junior opened it almost immediately.

Just as she finished reading, Taylor all but launched herself at you and Jake had to keep you upright by catching you at the hips when you started to teeter backward. And, only for a moment, Jake thought about doing this with you all the time. Thought about showing you off at parties, watching you smile, keeping you upright with a laugh on your tongue. The invisible knife twisted again as Junior caught his eye and arched a brow after glancing at his hands on your hips.

“Oh! I can’t believe it! This is so kind!” Taylor turned to Junior with a beaming smile, waving the business card like a flag, and explained that she actually followed the photographer on Instagram and loved her work, just as you’d said in the car.

Jake felt you relax in his grip at that, a relief to know your gift was well received. “I’ve made a list of all the weekends she has available for the next six weeks. She said you two would have first dibs—you just need to call her and tell her what date and time works for you.” You’d off-handedly mentioned that both Taylor and Junior were in the middle of their medical school residencies and were rarely free for more than a few hours at a time every other week.

You spoke a little longer and Jake earned a bright smile from Taylor when he said that she and Junior would probably be the photographer’s most liked post on her page—he also earned an elbow to the gut from you, too. Jake didn’t care, not when he heard you laugh.

“But we’ll let you get back to your other guests. Thanks for letting me hold you up for a little.”

Junior frowned and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “You’re never holding us up.”

“You’re always welcome,” Taylor said with another brilliant smile.

You nodded with a matching smile and mentioned that Jake had brought a bottle of champagne and Junior was the one to smile this time. “That’s my favorite bottle, man, thanks!”

Then you spun in Jake’s hold and all but shoved him backward toward your abandoned seats and the smile you gave him had his entire chest aching. “They’re so happy. Don’t they look happy?”

And he had to smile, too. “They do, Punch.”

But your eyes tracked to something over his shoulder and Jake turned to see you looking at that same group of men from earlier and you rolled your spine, straightening your posture. “I’m going to introduce you.”

“I thought you said you didn’t talk to them.”

“I don’t. Not as Naval officers, anyway. They think I’m like a very distantly related and adopted niece or something. They know me but don’t…know me, you know?”

Jake resisted the urge to roll his eyes but simply said, “no.”

“Doesn’t matter. C’mon, let me get you promoted again.” You were then a flurry of demure smiles and careful introductions that seemed to instantly endear you to the group of brass and Jake was readily folded into their conversations as you slipped away from his side with a wink and a mouthed “you owe me!” after being talked over twice—maybe they really didn’t have any clue that you were in the Navy as well. It almost made Jake want to excuse himself, too. But he knew you’d probably chew him out for that. Rooster’s ‘talk’ from the other night on the Hard Deck came ringing through his mind: “There’s another reason we call her punch. She can roll with the punches. But that doesn’t mean she should have to. If she comes to me on Monday and says anything about you ruining her night, I’ll shoot you out of the sky.”

You knew that officer promotions were always a game of politics and who you know so getting Jake on a friendly basis with men like this was invaluable. So, yes, Jake did owe you. But he was having a hard time fully investing in the ham-handed conversations and when he was halfheartedly listening to Rear Admiral Cunningham speak about his latest secretary snafu, Jake caught you moving through the crowd with Lily hot on your heels and a laugh on your tongue. He could hear it over the din of the party and he felt himself smiling despite knowing he shouldn’t in the present company. You and Lily were soon joined by Sarah and three of you danced around a little, sipping on canned sparkling waters. When Taylor and Junior joined in the impromptu dance party, he could hear your excited laughter.

Jake remembered that you sat with the Kazansky family during the funeral, holding Lily’s hand as she sobbed. He hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, but now he could see it. You were one of them, unofficially of course. An older sister to the kids. Another daughter to Sarah and Admiral Kazansky, if he was willing to bet.

You were special.

The party had continued on. The dancing you and Lily had started had somehow sprouted to most of Junior and Taylor’s friends and the living room had transformed into a dance floor. You noticed Jake stepped out onto the back porch with the group of brass and tried to tell yourself that the pride you felt was purely coincidental. That you would have introduced any of the Daggers to them and wished them the best. Really. The warmth you felt wasn’t anything other than friendly. Really. But by 10, the party was wrapping up—Lily needed to drive back to Pasadena and Junior was murmuring with a few of his friends about an “after party”—and you’d started helping Sarah clean up as people filtered out. The kids had each given you a squeeze before leaving and promised to text you when they got home.

As you tugged a trash bag around the living room and tossed the paper plates into it, you glanced up to see Jake taking a handful of half-filled champagne flutes into the kitchen. The few sentences you’d exchanged with Missus Seresin during the promotion ceremony did give you a bit of insight into Jake’s upbringing—you could see a little Jake helping in the kitchen, being told how to properly wash pans and how to keep an eye on a boiling pot under the watchful eye of his mother or older sisters.

But you weren’t supposed be thinking about that and shook it away with a grimace as you yawned. You grabbed another stack of discarded plates and pushed them into the bag with a little more force than what was necessary as Jake circled back into the living room.

Sarah stepped to your side with a tired smile of her own. “You can stay here, sweetheart. We still have your room upstairs.” She then turned to Jake with a smile. “The bed is big enough.”

You choked on your next breath and Jake patted your back as he fought a smile. “We-” you wheezed the word.

“We’re not together, but you’re kind to offer.”

Pink flooded Sarah’s cheeks and she pressed a hand over her mouth for a moment. “Oh. Oh, I’m so sorry. I thought…” She waved it away. “Either way, both of you are welcome to stay the night.”

“I think we’re actually going to head out as soon as everything’s cleaned up. Thank you again for inviting me and letting me bring a friend along.”

Sarah hummed as she tried to nudge the couch back into its usual position and watched as Jake quickly took over the task without issue before once again starting to grab the remaining flutes left by the window sill and take them to the kitchen—you heard him carefully putting them into the dishwasher. “Yes, a friend.”

Embarrassment burned and clawed at your throat and you turned away to see if there were any other plates for you to throw away. “Barely a friend.”

“Sure, sweetheart. I definitely can see where I got confused with the way you were smiling at him and the way he looks at you like you hung the stars. My mistake.”

“He doesn’t.” The words were barely more than squeaks. “And…and I don’t smile at him like anything.”

Sarah hummed, again. “Whatever you say.”

You tried not to think about Sarah’s words as you settled back into your car a few minutes later. Jake let out a sigh as he buckled in and you tried to ignore how his cologne once again filled the small space. And it was so strange that your body seemed to seize and relax at the same time because of it. Like you were fighting two separate and equal instincts.

“Thanks for coming tonight. I hope you had fun,” you said as you pulled away from the curb, waving at Sarah through the windshield.

“They certainly know how to throw a party.”

“This was tame. One time Junior threw a rager when his parents were out of town and his entire fraternity swarmed the house.” You smiled at the memory, remembering ordering a group of frat boys around at the crack of dawn to clean the house before his parents got home. Junior baked you a cake in thanks after learning you’d been the one to stall Tom and Sarah for a few extra hours by suggesting they stop for brunch on their way back. Lily had done the same after you’d helped her get all the bubbles out of the hot tub after she and her friends had filled it with something you’d rather not mention.

Jake was quiet for a moment as you turned down the street, heading toward the highway. “How do you know them? I mean, you seem pretty close.”

Your tongue pressed against your cheek as you thought about how to phrase your answer. Had to be careful. Had to make sure you didn’t reveal something you shouldn’t. “Bradley introduced us.” There, that was vague enough. “Admiral Kazansky was good to me. His family looked after me during a really weird time in my life and I tried to repay that kindness, in any way I could. After all, I did have some experience with what they needed.” You sighed and scraped the edge of your thumbnail against your lip. You’d been the one to deal with the home care nurses when Sarah needed a break. You knew a few ways to help Tom be comfortable through his treatments and he seemed to be grateful that he didn’t need to ask for them, keeping a little bit of his pride. You’d been so hopeful when he’d gone into remission but tried to keep it together when it had come back. You were happy to play the part of stalwart supporter when the prognosis came back grim. “They’re good people.”

Your stomach churned when you thought of why you’d met the Kazansky family but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. But you changed the subject, asking about the surely-dull conversations Jake had with the brass as you merged onto the highway.

“…if I ever get that boring, you have my permission to smack me,” he finished with a grimace.

“You’d probably like that too much. You’re just going to have to be boring and live with the consequences.” Proving your point, Jake smiled when you smacked his hand away from your radio again. There was no way you were changing the station when David Bowie was singing. Absolutely not. And then when “Rhiannon” came on next, you made sure to crank the volume as Jake pretended to not know the words.

You were having a great time. Really. And it was a little terrifying how easily he made you laugh when he finally gave in and started to croon (a little off key) alongside your pitchy warbling. But it petered out as Jake looked back with a squint but turned forward with a frown. When he turned to look back again you turned down the radio with a frown of your own and glanced in your rear view mirror. “What is it?”

“The car behind you keeps speeding up and slowing down.”

While keeping an eye on the traffic in front of you, you looked at the car Jake pointed out and your stomach sunk to your feet as you watched it drive under the next streetlight.

It was a black ‘67 Dodge Charger with a distinctive sword charm hanging from the rear view mirror.

You knew that car. You knew that charm.

And despite the shadows of the car hiding the driver’s face, you knew who was behind the wheel.

And just as that realization dawned on you, the charger’s brights flashed and you winced as the lights flooded your car.

“What is this guy’s problem?” Jake grumbled, turning back around to stare.

“I…” What could you possibly say? You couldn’t tell Jake. Wouldn’t. Not now. Not ever. But it didn’t matter because the next time you glanced in the rear view you realized the charger was about to ram into the back of your car. You stomped on the gas and the engine roared as you tried to avoid the collision.

But he kept coming.

Your heart clawed its way up behind your teeth as you merged into the next lane over, earning an angry honk from a Jeep for not using your turn signal, and the charger sped past and you almost thought you were in the clear but then he was merging too, slamming on his brakes and you had to swerve back into the other lane to avoid crashing into his trunk.

“Jesus!” Jake yelled.

“I-I’m sorry!” The words were torn from your throat but you doubted Jake heard them over the barrages of angry honks and the thundering of your car’s engine, nearly drowned out by the growl of the charger’s overpowered mechanics.

The charger moved, keeping pace with your car and you were only given a warning in the form of Jake yelling before you realized that the car was coming into your lane. You yanked the wheel, nearly hitting the dividing wall as you avoided it and pressed the accelerator to the floor. You weaved around two cars, earning more honks as you used the shoulder to gain distance, and then noticed the next exit was only half a mile away. You needed to get off the highway.

“Fuck!”

The charger followed you onto the shoulder and you knew you had to move. Now or never. You moved across the highway and nearly clipped the barrier as you shot onto the off-ramp, a cacophony of squealing brakes and horns providing a terrible soundtrack to your horrendous driving. But it worked. You saw the charger try to get to the exit, too, and miss. He had to drive on. Away from you.

You hardly remember driving the rest of the way back to the Hard Deck in silence, your heart still stuck behind your teeth. Every few seconds, you’d check your rear view mirror but you didn’t see that car again. When you parked in the Hard Deck’s lot, you finally peeled your hands away from the steering wheel and your fingers shook and ached.

“What the fuck was that?” Jake asked after a stretch of silence.

You tried to suck in a breath and only managed to make your lungs burn. You needed to calm down. Needed it. Needed… “I-I have to call Bradley,” you muttered, shaking hand scrambling through the contents of your purse to grab at your phone. “I have to-”

“What’s Bradshaw going to do? He’s out in the desert with Mav. I’m right here, Punch. Tell me.”

But you only shook your head and had your phone dialing Bradley’s number before it even reached your ear. But it rang. And rang. And rang.

“This is Bradshaw. Can’t come to the phone right now-”

Fuck. You killed the call with an unsteady breath and none too gently shoved your phone back into your purse before pressing your nails into your thighs, needing to feel something other than your racing heart. Tiny pinpricks of pain zipped up your leg and you let your head fall back against the headrest before uncurling your hands. This was better. This was okay. You’d made it. For now, you were okay. “I…need a drink.”

“Yeah, I bet you do.”

You turned to the side and felt just a smidge of mortification wash over you as you realized Jake was still sitting there, waiting for you. Fuck. “I’ll get you one, too.” Then you were up and out of your car, hitting the lock button four times just to make sure, and all but stomping into the Hard Deck with Jake on your heels.

It was either a blessing or a curse that none of the other Daggers were at the bar tonight as Jake followed you up to the mostly un-busy bar and rattled off your usual order. “And please get Jake whatever he wants,” you said, handing over your card to Jimmy.

Jake slipped into the barstool at your side and studied you for a moment. It was almost like you hadn’t nearly crashed your car three times or run off the road by a charger with a vendetta. If he didn’t know you better—and Jake tried to ignore that it was becoming clearer by the day that maybe he didn’t know you as well as he thought—he might think you were just out for a nightcap. But the vacancy of your expression was too…careful. Too practiced. It looked like there was a concentrated effort to keep your brow from pinching.

“You wanna tell me what that was back there?” He asked, almost tentative. He just…wanted to make sure you were okay, but he wanted answers, too. The way you were reacting wasn’t normal. The complete shut down of your previous panic wasn’t right.

Your next breath was slow, measured. “I must’ve cut him off or something. Road rage is a hell of a thing.”

Jake bit back the disbelieving comment and thanked Jimmy as he set the drinks down with a small smile and handed back your card. Fine. “So you needed to call Rooster after all that but can’t tell me what you really think happened?” Jake had seen all the close contact between you and Rooster. He’d seen how you’d whisper in the other man’s ear. He had seen how Rooster was always ready for you with a hug or an arm around your shoulder. And no, Jake didn’t hate that. Didn’t hate that you seemed to trust Rooster more than him and he had been the one to be in the car with you tonight. “Is he your boyfriend or something? Fuck buddy?”

Your unamused stare over the edge of your glass had Jake sitting a little straighter. “He’s not my type,” you said with a shrug before downing the rest of the small drink.

“You sure? ‘Cause it sure as hell seems like-”

Your glass hitting the bar top stifled any other words Jake might have said. “Look, I’ve been trying for eighteen months to get Bradley to admit he’s in love with redacted.” You flagged down Jimmy and asked for a refill with an easy smile that evaporated the second you looked back at Jake. Your arched eyebrow had his stomach clenching for several different reasons he didn’t have the time to address. “Any other slightly invasive questions you want to ask? Want to know my social security number? What color of underwear I’m wearing?”

Jake could feel the tips of his ears burning. You were relentless. But good. At least he was getting some sort of reaction out of you. “Those are two wildly different questions, you know.”

“I do know. So, hurry up and ask. I’m giving you until my drink arrives.”

He had a million more questions but he really did need a straight answer. He could be relentless, too. But first: “You literally said redacted.”

“So smart, Ken! Look at you go!”

“Who is redacted?”

The next smile you gave him was all teeth and your tone was as condescending as Cyclone on a bad day, “well, now, Ken, when someone says ‘redacted,’ it means-”

Jake’s hand pressed over your mouth, and he sighed as he felt you frown beneath his palm. Fine. He could switch tactics. He could get one real answer out of you tonight. “You can’t blame me for thinking that something else is going on. Do you love him?”

You peeled his hand away from your face as your new drink was quickly placed in front of you and you drained it as if you needed it to deal with him. “You know, there is a Greek word,Philia. It’s one of the different types of love from Greek Philosophy-”

“Punch-”

“And it’s a brotherly love. But since I know you won’t take that as an answer, no. I don’t love him in the way you’re insinuating. And he doesn’t love me that way, either.” The look in your eyes reminded Jake of someone having just come down after g-loc as your fingernail tapped against the glass’ base. Click. Click. Click. “Bradley has seen me at my lowest. Bob, too. Sometimes I think they only keep me around so I don't do something stupid.” Your mouth rolled to the side as the tapping stopped and you pushed the glass away before reaching for your purse.

“That’s not true-”

“Look, tonight has been weird. Okay? Can’t deny that. I don’t even know why I’m telling you any of this.” You shook your head as you pulled out a few bills for a tip and the second drink and set them under your empty glass. And you wouldn’t look at him. Wouldn’t even turn toward him again. Jake’s hands curled into fists at his sides to fight the urge to reach out to you, to try to let you know that he would do it all again. All of it. “Thank you for coming with me tonight. I owe you.” And then you turned and left.

Driving home shouldn’t be a problem, right? You just needed to put the key in the ignition, shift into drive, and go home. But you just couldn’t move. Couldn’t pull your eyes away from the dark dashboard.

He had found you while you were on the road. He had tried to crash your car. He had tried to run you off the road. He had tried to kill you.

While Jake was in the car with you.

Tears burned your eyes and you limply let them fall, your hands not moving from your lap. A familiar, dull ringing settled over your ears and you slumped further into your seat, only to feel your entire body go rigid as you heard someone stepping up to your car, sand sliding beneath their shoes on the pavement.

You swung around as the door opened, ready to fight, ready to scream, but felt yourself deflate as Jake leaned down, shoving his way into the car to haul you closer, warm, muscular arms wrapping around you in a tight hug. And that just about broke you. The first sob was ripped out of your throat and the next followed in rapid succession as you grasped loosely at the front of his shirt. The scent of his expensive cologne was almost calming. Almost comforting.

His hands moved up and down, up and down, along your spine and you vaguely heard him whispering something to you. Something like, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” But it was barely more than white noise to your ears as your body shook. But soon you were pulling back, eyes bleary and itchy. God. You were a mess. There was an apology on the tip of your tongue that died as soon as Jake’s large hand gently, carefully cupped your cheek and his calloused thumb swiped against the delicate half moon of skin beneath your eye.

“Let me drive you home.”

Your chin wobbled with new tears and a fresh wave of self-loathing washed over you but you still nodded. It was a moment of weakness. A moment you were sure you’d regret but you just needed help. Just a little. Just for now. But still, you let Jake help you over the center console and into the passenger seat. Before you had the chance to move, Jake reached over and buckled you in and moved to do the same for himself before he frowned, looking at something on the hood of your car. He stepped out and grabbed something from underneath your windshield wiper.

You frowned as he sat back down. “What is it?”

But Jake didn’t answer, mouth set in a thin line and eyes trained on the thing in his grasp.

Leaning over, your heart almost stopped. It was a Polaroid of you and Jake at the engagement party. It was obviously shot through the window, a glare taking up half the photo. But still, anyone who looked at the picture would see you and Jake, his hands on your hips and smiles on your faces.

Did you have fun at the party? He doesn’t look like your type

“Jake, I…” Your throat was scratchy. Arid.

“What does this mean, Punch?”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please let me know what you think! I’d love to hear your theories. Also, as an aside, I do not keep a tag list. I’m sorry!

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can you do something for mark estapa with the prompt “just let me take care of you?"

She's Got a Temper

Mark was an avid fighter, everyone knew it, whether it was on or off the ice that boy was always finding himself in conflict. The only exception being her, he was so gentle with her. Trading in the aggression for gentle touches and longing glances.

They weren’t officially dating, they didn’t need the label to prove that they were in love with one another. Besides everyone knew that she was Mark's girl, the girl who could perfectly balance his emotions with just simply being around.

This brought us to now, a loud party in the senior hockey boy's house, a typical weekend night. She’d stuck by Ethan and Duker most of the night waiting for Mark to finally arrive after his late night Friday class.

“Where’s stop sign?” Luke asked as he joined in the beer pong-watching gallery, a big showdown between Mackie and Luca. “Just texted me that he’s on the way” she smiled as Luca did a celebratory dance around the kitchen, rubbing the loss right in Mackie’s face, gaining laughs and hollers from the people surrounding.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go get another beer” she looked over to Ethan who nodded and ushered for her to grab him one as well. The one thing about these parties is beside the boys, her own best friends, and the few people she shared classes with, she knew absolutely no one.

Walking up to the back door where hers and Eddy’s shared twenty-four pack was she saw someone talking something from it. “I’m sorry, that’s not yours bud” she grinned with furrowed brows and waited for him to put it back. “Are you sure?” “I’m like a hundred percent sure those are mine,” she said making her grin fall and her lips going tight-lipped as she looked between him and the box clearly labelled “Y/N/N and Eddy’s!!”

He laughed and scanned the girl, “pretty girls don’t drink beer,” he joked, but not a single laugh left her lips. "That is rather sexist of you" she in a dry tone.

He was tall, not that tall, but definitely had some inches on her, taking notice as he made a step a little closer to get a better look at her. The interaction was getting a little too much for her, “are you gonna put it back? Or are you just gonna stand there checking me out?” “I love a girl with an attitude” she scoffed.

He was merely inches away from her face, too close for comfort before his free hand found the dip in her hip. She laughed dryly before turning around to walk away, deciding her beer wasn’t worth her next actions.

“Oh come on, I just wanted to show you a fun time” he laughed sickly before she turned around, her fist connected with his nose. Gasps erupted as his grip on her waist tightened, “get your hand off of me” she spat before kicking him right in the groin as he fell to his knees.

A laugh left Grano’s lips before he walked over to the girl to usher her away from the guy groaning on the floor, “you think she’s bad, wouldn’t want to piss off her boyfriend” the much taller hockey boy said to the guy who was wounded on the floor. “One second ” she put her hand up to make the boy stop pulling her away, she bent down and ripped the two cans of beer from his arms before standing back up and smiling again as Nick smiled at her now cheery attitude before walking her back to the boys.

“Keep your eyes on this one” Grano laughed while passing her off to Mark whose smile faltered after looking at her bruised knuckles. “Aren’t I the one who’s supposed to be fighting one?” Mark asked sweetly while taking her hand into his to look at the broken skin. She pouted, “he stole my beer” Mark looked up at her and laughed as she handed Ethan his beer.

“You’re gonna need ice,” he said dropping her hand and walking over to the fridge. “It’s fine Mark, really” she smiled and kissed him on the cheek as he rolled his eyes at her dismissals. “Just let me take care of you” he mumbled and placed another kiss on her temple before walking over to the freezer to get an ice pack.

Thank you she said, putting an ice pack on her knuckles before finding comfort under his arms, placing a soft kiss on his chest as he pulled her in closer.

“Anything for you babe” he mumbled before returning to watching the boys with their cup-pong antics

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Home. | T. Fushiguro

Dilf Toji x Babysitter Reader

can i just say that i am very happy to write one last part for this story! thank you so much to everyone that enjoyed it from start to finish. didn't really mean to make it a series.

WORD COUNT: 7.2k

WARNING: domestic toji, happy family, soft toji, good father and son relationship, married life, in this universe, megumi is older than tsumiki, time skip, and just a huge load of fluff.

After Toji proposed to you the following week, he took you to sign the papers. In advance, you had told Toji that you didn’t want a big wedding, especially after he spent a good amount during the proposal. Therefore, he agreed with your idea of having a small picnic at home.

Once officially married, things became different for the three of you.

Megumi started to show you off each time there was a festival at his school to his classmates, telling them that you’re his mother. He would also defend you from the rude ladies in the neighborhood that talked bad about you. Megumi also started to be affectionate with you, resting his head on your thighs and talking to your swollen stomach each day he returned from school.

Since the news of your pregnancy, your husband and son have been excited about having a new family member, especially your husband.

Toji has been very protective during your pregnancy, as he doesn’t let you do anything at home that could harm you or the baby. He takes care of cooking, cleaning, and gardening with the help of Megumi.

Each morning your husband would be the first to wake up, letting you sleep in as he knows you haven’t rested enough with the number of kicks the baby throws at night. He heads to the kitchen and starts to make breakfast. Eventually, Megumi wakes up and joins his father as he helps him decorate the pancakes.

“You sure you got this, dumpling?” Toji asks, as his son carefully holds the trait of food.

“I’m a big boy,” Megumi frowns, slowly walking to his parent’s bedroom.

Toji chuckles, “Oh, okay, big guy,” he says.

Megumi shoots his father a look, which means he needs help opening the door. Toji smiles, elaborating as he holds the door for his son to enter. He instructs Megumi to put the trait on his side of the bed so as not to cause any mess.

“Go, wake your mama, dumpling,” Toji instructs, watching his son walk to your side.

Megumi likes to wake you up with kisses. Still, unknowingly to your son, you were already awake, surprising him with a hug. Toji smiles at the scene as his son is laughing, leading him to join the two of you.

“We made you breakfast, Mom,” Megumi smiles, climbing onto the bed.

“You did?” You say, sitting up with the help of your husband.

You glance at the trait and see they made you pancakes with a smiling face from fruit.

“Thank you,” you smile, kissing Megumi’s cheek.

“What about me?” you hear your husband. “You too,” you smile, kissing his lips.

The two of them take turns to feed you, enjoying the time with your favorite boys in bed as y’all eat together and talk. Once done eating, your husband helps you get out of bed. Megumi leaves the room with the empty trait and starts washing the dishes. In the meantime, Toji helps you wash up, as he knows it’s hard with your swollen stomach.

You appreciate your husband’s help. As you know, he’s trying his best. In the beginning, Toji wasn’t good at cooking or cleaning. He had to ask Jin and his wife to give him some cooking lessons while Megumi taught him how to clean.

Yes, your son.

Megumi taught him after Toji messed up the white laundry by making the clothes pink. It was a funny sight to see a small child scold his father.

“Thank you,” you smile at your husband, who’s finishing putting on your fuzzy socks. “Of course, baby,” Toji says, cupping your cheeks and kissing your lips.

Your husband helps you sit up and walk out of the bedroom together. You spot Megumi waiting in the living room. “You clean the dishes, dumpling?” Toji asks, seeing the clean dishes from the open kitchen.

“Yeah, and I also put the leftover laundry in the washing machine,” Megumi says, getting a thumbs up from his father.

“All that’s left is to clean the second bathroom,” Toji comments, heading to the kitchen to get the supplies.

“If you want, I could-” you begin to say but get automatically shut down by both your husband and son.

You can’t help but laugh, “Okay, okay, I’ll just join our son in the living room.”

Megumi puts on his favorite show, patiently waiting for you to sit with him on the sofa. Once settling down, he lays his head on your thighs as you play with his hair. Usually, this is how your day starts, but later you head to the garden, talking to the flowers while Megumi waters them.

In the meantime, you and Megumi are in the garden room. Your husband has finished cleaning the restroom and is starting to make dinner. Toji is intensely debating what he wants to make, as his two options are pasta or fried rice. He goes with the pasta, recalling that you have been craving some for the past few days.

Toji hears the back door open, meaning that you and Megumi have returned from the garden room.

“Smells good,” he hears you say, turning to look at you and smile.

He hears tiny footsteps coming his way, already knowing who it is as he takes out the small red stool from the bottom counter. Megumi steps onto the seat, looking over at his father’s arm, seeing him grill some chicken.

“Wanna have a taste?” Toji asks, taking out a piece of chicken with his hands and blowing it to cool it down.

Megumi nods, opening his mouth as his father feeds him. “Taste good?” Toji asks his son, who keeps chewing on the chicken.

Megumi gives his father a thumbs up, getting a chuckle from Toji. “I wanna taste too,” you whine as you put a small flower pot on the table.

Toji laughs, blowing another piece of chicken for you as you patiently open your mouth for him to feed you. You can’t help but moan from the taste as the chicken is seasoned very well.

“Good?” Toji asks from the way you close your eyes.

“More than good,” you exclaimed, opening your eyes as you smiled at your husband. “What are you even making?”

Toji smirks, “Something that you’ve been craving,” he says.

Your husband sees how your eyes sparkle, “Pasta?!” you ask excitedly.

Toji nods as he drains the noodles with a colander in the sink, “That’s right, so why don’t you and the dumpling start setting the table.”

Before you can do anything, Megumi stops you as he tells you to wash your hands first, making you and your husband laugh. Once done washing your hands, you put the napkins on while Megumi puts the cups and utensils. In the meantime, Toji finishes the rest of the pasta, tasting it before turning off the stove.

Megumi brings him the plates, serving everyone a decent amount of pasta. He fills your dish more, knowing your appetite has increased these few weeks. Megumi hands you your plate while Toji brings him and his son to the table. You take the fresh peach juice from the fridge and pour it into each cup.

The three of you eat, talking about the most random things. The dinner ends with some ice cream as Megumi tells the two of you about his dream this morning about two dogs rescuing him during his adventure to find the treasure.

Toji cleans the dirty dishes, smiling from hearing his son and wife giggling secretly. Once done, he joins you, who is now resting in the living room. He sits next to you, pulling your legs on his thighs for you to lie down and massaging your feet.

Megumi puts on a movie to watch and sits comfortably next to his father. As you guys are enjoying the movie, Toji notices how you keep rubbing your eyes to stay awake. Eventually, you fall asleep thirty minutes into the film, which isn’t new to your husband as he knows it’s common during pregnancy.

Toji carefully removes himself from the sofa, covering you with a blanket. He tells Megumi to watch over you as he leaves the living room and heads to the nursery room that’s still unfinished.

The day Toji bought the small farmhouse, it only came with two bedrooms, a storage room, a small kitchen, and a living room. Now, the storage room is turning into the nursery room as Toji cleaned out the room after the announcement of your pregnancy, which took quite a long time.

He’s been working on the room by painting, decorating, and even putting the new furniture together. Today the room just needed a few touches in decorating the shelves in the wall with stuffed animals and setting the lights in the room. He doesn’t realize it’s nighttime until he hears the door open as he hangs the lights on the wall. He doesn’t need to turn around and see who it is as he knows it’s you.

“Dumpling already went to bed?” Toji asks as he finishes hanging the lights on the wall.

“Yeah, already kissed him goodnight,” you respond, looking around the room.

He finally turns to look at you and smiles as he sees you amazed from the finished room.

“Come here, angel,” Toji says, opening his arms for you.

You don’t hesitate to reach your husband and wrap your arms around him, “You did a great job, hubby,” you whisper.

Toji hums, kissing your neck, getting a giggle from you.

“You are done, right?” You ask, stepping away to look at him. “Yeah, it’s done,” Toji responds, looking at the finished pink room with you.

Toji hears you let out a shaky laugh, making him look over at you, who’s rubbing their swollen stomach.

“Can’t believe it’s happening,” you say, looking at your husband. “Our little sweetheart will be here soon,” you smile at your baby bump.

Toji holds you by the waist, resting one hand on your swollen stomach. You look up and smile at Toji, who kisses your cheek.

“Our little girl,” Toji whispers, getting a smile from you.

Since the reveal of the gender of your baby, your husband, Toji, was thrilled to find out it was a girl. You remember how much he spent the day you guys went to the mall as he kept buying baby clothes, which is no surprise that he did the same for the nursery room. You lean your head on his chest, getting a kiss on the head from your husband.

“All right, I think it’s time for us to go to bed, sunshine,” Toji says, picking your bridal style as you turn off the light in the nursery room on your way out.

“You locked everything?” Toji asks as he heads towards your shared bedroom, getting a nod.

He carefully puts you down on the bed while he grabs extra pillows for your back, as he knows you get a lot of back pain during the night. Toji leaves the room for a bit as you forget to turn off the lights in the living room. When he returns, he sees you on your side, eyes closed, and breathing calmly. He joins you in bed, taking off his shirt and scooting closer to you.

You turn to look at your husband, “Sorry, did I wake you up?” Toji asks as he rubs your lower back.

You shake your head, moaning as Toji rubs on the spot, causing you much pain. Toji smirks, sitting up and looking down at you. He leans towards you and kisses your neck, getting a smile from you. You turn to look at him, closing your eyes as Toji leans in and kisses your lips softly. Toji smiles as he hears your giggle, pecking your lips a few more times before he kisses your swollen stomach.

He turns off the lights, wrapping an arm around your swollen stomach, wishing you goodnight as he knows you are now fast asleep. Toji smiles as he can’t wait for his baby girl to be born, eyes getting heavier by the minute.

Soon a new member of the family was welcomed, Tsumiki Fushiguro.

❀ * ✾ * ❀

It’s been four years since you gave birth to your beautiful baby girl, Tsumiki. And it’s been a beautiful journey for the four of you as things change again for the better.

To start, your husband, Toji, began working in construction two years ago as a few people in town heard about him building a flower shop for his wife.

Yes, your shop.

You didn’t even know about it until he took you out to celebrate your anniversary and surprised you.

Fushiguro’s Flower Shop.

Now, you sell your flowers in your flower shop and always tell your husband how thankful you are for this beautiful gift.

Every day you wake up at 6:00 AM to prepare your husband and kid’s lunches, decorating their Bentos in the cutest way you can as you leave sweet notes to each of them. Except for Tsumiki, as she still doesn’t know how to read, you always doodle a cute animal for her. Once you are done, you start making breakfast, which doesn’t take long.

You head to wake up your husband, brushing his bangs and kissing his cheek.

Toji turns, rubbing his eyes, “Morning..” he says, voice groggy.

You sit next to him, having Toji rest his head on your thighs and wrap his arms around your waist.

Toji hums as he feels your hands run through his bareback. The two of you stay like this for five minutes before you tell him he must wash up and eat breakfast, or he’ll be late for work.

You hear your husband groan as you get up, “I need to wake up the kids,” you laugh.

Toji sighs, letting you go before he smacks your ass, getting a squeal from you.

“Toji!” you yell, glaring at your husband, who smirks as he gets up and heads to the bathroom.

You shake your head, exiting and heading to Megumi’s room. You smile as you see your son awake, sitting on the bed while squinting his eyes from the light.

“Breakfast is ready, sweetheart,” you tell him, getting a nod from your son.

You close the door, heading to Tsumiki’s room next door. “My pretty baby~” you sing, kneeling as you gently shake her.

“M-Mama?” Tsumiki asks, rubbing her eyes.

“It’s time to get up,” you gently say, getting a nod from your daughter. “Let’s go brush our teeth and freshen up, alright?”

Tsumiki stands up on her bed, wrapping her arms around your neck. You smile, carrying your daughter to the second bathroom where Megumi is brushing his teeth. Your son pulls out the red stool for you to set up Tsumiki.

You put on some music as it entertains your daughter when brushing her teeth and washing up. Tsumiki begins to dance while you pretend to sing with your toothbrush in the microphone. Meanwhile, Megumi bops his head to the music before he finishes up and leaves the bathroom.

Tsumiki smiles big as she brushes her teeth while you guide her to clean correctly inside. Once done brushing, you watch her splash water on her face as she giggles.

“Mama, you too,” she says.

You nod, splashing water on your face as your daughter giggles. You dry each other faces with a towel before you take her to her room to dress her in her school uniform.

“What hairstyle do you want today, honey?” you ask her as your daughter thinks.

“Ponytail with a pink bow!” Tsumiki exclaims, getting a smile from you.

“Okay,” you smile, brushing her hair.

Toji prepares by putting on his work uniform and checking if he has all his tools in his truck before leaving. He returns to the house and sees his son and daughter are already at the table, dressed in their school uniform.

“Papa, do I look pretty?” Tsumiki asks as he shows her father her hair. “The prettiest,” Toji smiles, kissing her head.

“Mama, did it,” Tsumiki smiles, sitting back in her seat. “And where’s your mama?” Toji asks, sitting down at the table.

“Getting ready,” Megumi answers.

They hear your footsteps, “Oh my darlings, you didn’t have to wait for me to eat,” you say as you see their untouched breakfast.

Toji’s eyes widened, choking on his coffee. You are wearing a white sundress that brings out your curves.

So damn beautiful.

He should be used to seeing you wearing sundresses as the weather is always warm, but you always take his breath away each time.

“You look very pretty, mama,” Tsumiki happily says, eyes sparkling. “Thank you, sweetie,” you smile, hugging her as she stands on her chair.

“And we wanted to eat together,” Megumi says, making you kiss his head.

You sit next to your husband, and everyone starts eating. Toji rests his hand on your thigh, getting your attention. You look over at him and see that he wants to tell you something, so you lean in.

“You look so gorgeous,” he whispers, making you blush. “Thank you, handsome,” you say, getting a smile from your husband.

Toji kisses your cheek before eating breakfast while you do the same. Toji finishes his meal quickly as it’s time to head to work. He kisses his son and daughter goodbye as they are busy eating. You walk him to the front door, holding his bento as he puts on his boots.

He stands up face to face with you, “Okay. I’ll see you later in the day, baby,” Toji smiles, getting a nod from you.

“Kiss me goodbye,” Toji whines, making you smile as you passionately kiss his lips. “One more kiss,” he breathes out while you comply with his request.

You watch him from outside, waving goodbye as he leaves the house on his truck. Once you head inside, Megumi has already cleaned the dishes and put Tsumiki’s backpack on her.

“Mom, I’m heading out,” Megumi says as he puts on his shoes.

“Okay, but don’t forget about picking up your sister after school, and did you pack your lunch?” you ask, getting a nod from your son.

“Don’t worry, I already got it, and I won’t forget,” Megumi smiles, waving goodbye as you see his friends waiting outside.

You would grab your yellow cardigan, bag, and keys before you check if Megumi packed Tsumiki’s lunch, which he did. You put on your daughter’s shoes and yours, opening the door and locking it. Tsumiki holds your hand as you walk to the preschool your daughter attends.

“Okay, honey, I hope you have a good day, and remember that your brother is going to pick you up after school,” you say as y’all reach her school.

“Bye, mama,” Tsumiki smiles, hugging you. “Bye, sweetie, I love you,” you say, hugging her back and kissing her on the forehead.

You wave goodbye to her, watching as she runs to her friends. You continue walking as you’re heading to your shop, that’s not too far away. You always open at 9:00 AM as it gives you time to prepare everything and put out the decorated chalkboard sign outside. The day always starts slow, but it is during noon that people start requesting, resulting in you being in a rush.

Before you know the day is almost over, you check your watch and notice that your kids should arrive at the shop any minute. You hear the bell ring, “Mama!” Tsumiki yells, running towards you.

You carry her, kissing her cheeks. “Had a good day at school?” you ask.

“Yes, look what I drew,” she excitedly says, showing you her drawing. “Wow…” you say, admiring the stick figures that present the whole family.

“This needs to be hung in our fridge,” you comment, which excites your daughter.

You put her down and walk to your son, “How was practice?” you ask.

“Exhausting, but I got the vote as captain?” He questions his last words, leading you to hug him.

“Sweetheart, that’s such great news! Your father will be proud to hear this during dinner,” you tell your son, who shyly smiles.

“Yeah… are you almost done?” He asks, changing the topic. “Just have one big order to do, and I’m done for the day but don’t worry about helping me. Go relax in the back room with your sister,” you smile.

Megumi hesitates but accepts your offer as Tsumiki tells him to play with her. You start working on the last order, as it’s the biggest one you’ve gotten all day, and it will take some time. Also, the lady that called wanted them ready once she got there. You barely complete them on time as the customer arrives a few minutes later. And true to her words, she right away demanded her order.

It’s very rare to get rude customers. Still, when you do, you try to not cause any issues because the last time your husband was there when a customer insulted you, let’s just say it didn’t end well for them.

But most of them are sweet, which you think it’s why your shop has been very successful. Toji believes you’re the reason for the shop’s success, resulting in you saying it’s because of him for building it. This always leads you guys to go back and forth on this.

Even though you don’t make as much as your husband, it makes you happy that you can help him when y’all are tight on money with what you make at the shop. The two of you love supporting one another in anything, and you know Toji has been doing a lot for you these past years, and you wanna do the most that you can for him as well.

“Let’s go home, darlings,” you say as you walk into the back room, seeing your daughter and son coloring.

Tsumiki packs her markers and crayons, checking twice if she has everything before she runs outside with Megumi.

You lock the store door, reaching for the top gate with no success. It is then that Megumi steps in and gets the gate, sliding it down before he puts on the lock and locks it with the key. Once he’s done, he turns back and sees you smiling at him, “What? What’s wrong?” he asks.

You shake your head, “Nothing, let’s hurry home because your father will be arriving soon, and I gotta make dinner.”

Megumi nods, holding his sister’s hand while you hold the other. The two of you start to swing Tsumiki each time you guys take a step, getting a giggle from the little girl.

❀ * ✾ * ❀

After getting the mail and unlocking the door to the house, Tsumiki quickly runs inside, taking off her shoes. Megumi sighs as he fixes Tsumiki’s shoes before taking off his.

“I’ll be in my room,” Megumi says as he heads.

“Okay, sweetheart,” you yell back.

Earlier on the way home, your son mentioned how his homeroom teacher assigned a lot of homework due tomorrow, which explains the sudden urgency to be in his room.

In the meantime, you remove your flats and put on your slippers, heading to the kitchen to start dinner. Your daughter has turned on the TV and put on her cartoons as she comfortably sits on the sofa. You begin to wash your hands and cut the fresh oranges you picked out yesterday with your husband into slices, putting them on a pink and blue plate.

You head toward your son’s room, where you find Megumi on his study desk with many papers scattered. He turns around and smiles as he sees the plates of orange slices. You place the blue container on the desk and kiss his head.

“Thanks, mom,” Megumi whispers.

You nod, exiting the room quietly and heading to the living room with the pink plate. You find your daughter laughing at the characters from the TV show, making you shake your head.

“Here, sweetie,” you say, handing her the pink plate. “Oranges! Thank you, mama!”

You smile, kissing her cheek before you head back to the kitchen. However, you don’t get to go too far because soon the house phone rings.

“Hello?” You say, picking up the phone.

“Sunshine..” you hear your husband whisper, alerting you that something is wrong.

“Toji? Is everything okay? Did you get hurt at work?!” you begin to ask multiple questions, getting a chuckle from your husband.

“I’m fine, baby,” you hear him say with a smile through the phone. “Just calling to let you know I might be coming home late.”

“Someone messed up the measurements, and they want me to fix them,” Toji explains.

“Oh,” you say, still feeling something off. “Love, are you okay?”

It takes a while for your husband to respond, but you patiently wait.

“I had a terrible day!” you hear Toji yell on the phone. “I don’t wanna fucking stay just because some dumbass doesn’t know how to count.”

“I just wanted to come home and be with my family,” he whispers enough for you to hear through the phone.

You smile, already picturing a grumpy Toji, “Then come home as fast as you can, love,” you say.

“I will,” Toji assures you. “To make your day a bit better, how about I make your favorite dish just enough for leftovers,” you suggest, hearing your husband hum.

“God, you’re the best,” Toji smiles, hearing your soft giggles on the phone. “I know,” you respond.

“I’ll see you in a bit, okay?” Toji says. “Okay, love you,” you say.

“Love you too,” your husband says before hanging up.

You return the phone and start dinner, as Toji’s favorite dish takes time. You remove the items you need from the fridge and wash the vegetables you’ll use. You’re making the dish Gyudon, one of your husband’s favorites.

“Mama, I wanna help,” Tsumiki smiles, entering the kitchen and putting the empty pink plate in the sink.

“Then go grab the red stool, honey,” you intrust, getting a squeal from your daughter, who runs to the bathroom to get the stool.

In the meantime, you grab the pink aprons hanging on the wall for yourself and your daughter. Tsumiki returns with a red stool, setting it where you are standing.

“Mama, I’m ready,” Tsumiki says, standing on the stool for you to put on the pink apron for her.

You wrap the apron strings around your daughter, adjusting it to suit her. Tsumiki smiles at you as you put on your pink apron,

“Ready?” you ask, getting a nod.

“You’re going to help me by chopping these green peppers, okay?” You instruct, getting the safety knife that your daughter uses. “Okay, mama,” Tsumiki smiles.

You set the items on the counter for her and then season the meat. “Mama, like this?” Tsumiki asks, showing you the chopped peppers.

“Yeah, you’re doing a good job, sweetie,” you smile, getting a giggle from her.

You turn on the stove, splashing oil and letting it warm up. In the meantime, you grab some garlic and onion to cut. You also start washing the rice and putting it in the rice cooker.

“Mama, finish,” Tsumiki smiles, showing the finished chopped green peppers. “Perfect! You did such a wonderful job, sweetie,” you smile, taking the green peppers away from her.

You start grilling the meat and marinating it with soy sauce and sugar. Once the meat turns a nice golden brown, you toss the chopped garlic, onion, and green peppers, letting it cook before lowering the heat. Megumi comes out of his room with the empty plate, heading to the sink and washing his and Tsumiki’s plate.

“Is there something I can help with as well?” Megumi asks, looking at you. “Check the rice for me, please?” you ask as you stir the meat.

Megumi nods, opening the finished rice cooker and checking if the rice needs more time. “It looks ready, mom,” your son tells you.

“Okay, thank you, darling,” you smile. “Do you want me to start serving the rice or…” Megumi trails off, unsure of what to do.

You shake your head, “Not right now, just maybe set the table for me,” you say, getting a nod from your son.

“I’ll help you, big brother,” Tsumiki smiles, running to Megumi and grabbing the cups from his hands.

As your kids set the table, you grab the four colorful bowls and put them next to the rice cooker.

“Dinner will be served once your father gets here, so thank you for helping me, my wonderful children,” you smile, hugging them.

Megumi and Tsumiki hug you before returning to what they were doing earlier. You start to clean the dirty dishes and put the dry ones away. You don’t hear the front door open until your daughter is screaming.

“Papa is home! Mama!” Tsumiki yells, jumping off the sofa to greet her father and running to the front door.

Toji removes his boots just in time to catch his daughter running toward him. “How’s my princess?” Toji asks, picking up his daughter and kissing her cheek.

“Good, I colored, ate some oranges, and helped mama cook,” Tsumiki proudly says, getting a smile from her father.

“Your brother?” Toji asks as he starts to walk inside the house. “Room doing homework,” Tsumiki answers.

Toji spots you in the sink, washing a few cutting boards. “And mama is in the kitchen,” Tsumiki says, getting a nod from her father.

The two enter the kitchen, seeing you with the pink apron as you stir the meat. “Mama! Papa is home,” Tsumiki yells, making you turn around and smile at the two of them.

You walk over to your husband, who’s putting down your daughter, telling her to let her brother know he’s home.

“Hey,” you smile at your husband, who quickly wraps his arms around your waist.

Toji breathes in your scent, letting out a satisfying sigh. He starts to hold you tight, rubbing his nose on your neck. You smile, rubbing his back for a few seconds before letting go.

“Welcome home,” you smile, getting a peck on the lips. “I’m home, sunshine,” Toji breathes out, looking directly at you, admiring you.

“Papa is home, so you gotta say hi,” you both hear your daughter say down the hall.

Both your children enter the kitchen, getting the attention of the two of you. Megumi looks at his father and gives him a simple greeting that your daughter disapproves of. “No, no, no. You gotta hug papa!” Tsumiki argues, pushing Megumi towards Toji, who’s waiting with open arms for his hug.

Megumi groans, walking up to his father and hugging him. You giggle as you notice your son’s pink cheeks, finding them adorable. Megumi is now at the stage where he’s too shy to be affectionate with his father and sometimes even with you, while you find it cute.

Tsumiki smiles, joining them in the hug, which results in them looking over towards you to join. You laugh, making your way toward them and joining the group hug that has everyone smiling.

“Your father needs to wash up,” you say as you let go of them. “Papa stinks?” Tsumiki asks, getting a laugh from Megumi.

“Yes, and that’s gross,” you playfully say, resulting in your daughter making a face. “Hey!” your husband yells, making his two kids and you giggle.

Toji can’t help but smile at the scene of his family laughing. He leaves the kitchen to shower, still hearing the giggles, making him shake his head.

“Go wash your hands, you two, because I’m gonna start serving,” you instruct. “Okay, mama,” Tsumiki smiles, holding her brother’s hand as they head to the bathroom.

“Take her apron off, please!” you yell down the hall for your son to hear.

You start to serve the rice in the bowls, setting a good amount of the meat on them with the vegetables as you decorate them nicely. You place the serving bowls on the table, pulling out the fresh lemon juice from the fridge as you fill the empty cups.

“Mom, here,” you hear Megumi says as he hands you the pink apron. “Thank you, sweetheart,” you smile, taking off yours and hanging them on the wall.

“Dinner is served, so you guys can sit down and eat,” you say, turning off the stove. “Smells good,” you hear Toji says, making you turn to look at your husband, whose hair is wet.

You frown, “Toji, what did I tell you about drying your hair properly, or you’ll get sick,” you say, walking up to him as you take the towel around his neck and dry his wet hair.

“Sorry… I forgot,” Toji smiles, only for you to shake your head.

Megumi and Tsumiki look at each other as they both know that their father is lying about forgetting and doing it on purpose for you to do it for him. “Okay, done,” you say, putting the towel on his chair. “Thank you, angel,” Toji smiles, making you chuckle before sitting at the table and eating.

Dinner always ends with everyone sharing their days and any sort of news. Megumi just finished telling your husband about being captain of his soccer team, getting many compliments. You notice the slight smile your son has the whole dinner, making you give your son a thumbs up in return, making him chuckle.

Meanwhile, Tsumiki starts to tell your husband what she did at school, getting exaggerated reactions from Toji that make your daughter continue to explain with such excitement. “What about you, baby? How was your day at the flower shop?”

“It was good, busy but not too much work like other days,” you explain, getting a hum from your husband. “I’ll ask you about your day… but I already know it wasn’t good.”

Toji chuckles, “Yeah… but it got better by being with my family and eating my favorite dish,” he says, making you smile.

You feel a hand on your thigh, making you look at your husband and kiss his cheek. Tsumiki claps, doing the same as she kisses Megumi’s cheek. You and your husband laugh at your son’s surprised expression.

Once everyone is done eating, Megumi helps you clean the dishes while you put things away. Tsumiki doesn’t waste time dragging her father to her room to play tea party, which always ends with Toji wearing a dress. You and Megumi laugh as you join them after cleaning the kitchen is a funny sight.

And yes, only your husband needs to put on the dress.

The four of you always play together, leading to many giggles throughout the night. You fix your crown, sipping the fake tea as you stick your pinky out. “More tea, my prince?” Tsumiki asks Megumi.

“Yes, princess,” Megumi smiles, bowing before sipping his cup. “And your buttercup princess?”

Toji sighs, “Why, of course, my lovely queen,” he happily says, making you giggle.

“Should I bring the cookies, madam?” you ask, getting an approval nod from your daughter.

You get up to get the cookie toys, putting them in a tray. You are about to head back, but a specific picture captures your eyes, making you grab it and softly smile at it. It’s Tsumiki’s baby picture, where she’s on the bed, sitting in a diaper, looking so chubby.

“Mama?” Tsumiki calls out, snapping your thoughts. “Coming,” you say, grabbing the toys and taking the picture with you.

You place the cookie toys on the table, sit back on your chair, and look carefully at the picture. Toji notices how you’re smiling at something, “What you got there?” he asks, getting you to look up.

You smile, handing him the photo. “It was between her toys,” you say, getting your kids’ attention.

Toji smiles as he looks at the photo, “My princess was so small here,” he says.

“That’s me?” Tsumiki asks, looking over at the photo. “Yeah, when you were a tiny baby,” you say.

“Big brother, was this tiny too?” Tsumiki asks. “He was, but chubbier,” Toji comments, making you laugh.

“I wanna see a tiny big brother,” Tsumiki says, looking over at you. “No, you don’t,” Megumi argues, looking at Tsumiki’s baby photo.

Toji smiles, leaving the room to get a baby photo of Megumi. “Look, this is your big brother,” your husband says as he returns.

“Hehe, big brother is cute and fluffy,” Tsumiki comments as she looks at the photo of baby Megumi on the floor, smiling.

Megumi groans as he looks over at the photo. “Mama, look,” Tsumiki says, moving towards you to see.

You take the photo from her and look at it with a smile, “So freaking adorable,” you say, looking over at your son, who’s blushing.

Toji notices how you keep looking at the photo, tracing your fingers before you look at Tsumiki’s picture doing the same thing. Your daughter yawns, rubbing her eyes, which lets you know she’s sleepy.

“Come on, baby, let’s get your bath ready,” you say, picking up Tsumiki, who nods.

You put the photos down and grab her pajamas and towel before the two of you head out. Megumi is helping your husband get out of the princess dress, which takes quite a time. He gets him out because you see him resting on the door frame once you bathe your daughter.

“Who’s ready for storytime?” Toji asks, getting a smile from your daughter. “Me!” Tsumiki yells, lifting her arm.

While your husband reads your daughter a bedtime story, you head to your bedroom and clean yourself. Once you are done, you head to your daughter’s room and see that your husband has just finished the story.

“Goodnight, princess,” Toji whispers, kissing your daughter’s forehead.

You smile, waiting for him at the door. “Such a good father,” you whisper, kissing his lips.

“Dumpling asleep?” he asks. “I am not sure,” you say, walking to your son’s room.

Both you and Toji look at each other and smile at the scene in front of y’all. The two of you are met with Megumi sleeping on his desk, softly snoring, looking peaceful.

Toji heads toward his son and carries him. “Dumpling… you got heavy,” he whispers, putting his son on his bed and covering him with a blanket.

You walk over to your son and kiss his forehead.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” you whisper.

Your husband closes the door, “Now let’s head to bed as well,” he says, holding your waist. “You locked everything?” Toji asks, getting a nod from you.

“Just need to turn off the lights,” he says, letting you go to switch the lights off. “Alright, bedtime,” Toji smiles, holding your waist again as you both head to y’all bedroom.

Toji turns on the lamp from his side, taking his glasses from his nightstand and putting them on. He lies on the bed, takes out his journal, and marks things down. Meanwhile, you lay down, looking blankly at the ceiling. Your husband notices that you are spacing out, having him put his journal and glasses back inside the nightstand.

“What are you thinking in that pretty head of yours?” he asks, looking over at you.

Toji moves closer to you, pulling you towards him. “Sunshine? You okay?” he asks, getting worried by your silence.

You nod your head, “Just thinking…” you respond.

“About?” Toji asks, kissing your shoulder.

You sigh, finally looking at him and hiding in his broad chest. “Our precious children,” you mumble, which your husband understands.

Toji kisses your head, making you look up at him. “What about our kids?” he asks, brushing a string of hair away from your face.

“How fast they have grown up…” you whisper, thinking about the baby photos.

Toji hums, letting you continue to speak as he knows you’re not finished. “Megumi is already in middle school, and our baby girl started pre-school this year… just crazy how time goes by fast….” you breathe out.

“Those baby photos just hit hard… from how tiny and chubby they look back then,” you smile, looking at your husband.

“Especially Megumi’s, as I could die seeing him as a baby.”

“Toji?” you call at him, caressing his cheek. He looks at you and takes your hand as he kisses it.

“Let’s have another one,” he responds, making you look at him like he’s crazy. “I’m serious. Let’s have another dumpling.”

You sit up, and your husband follows. “We don’t even have space in the house for another baby,” you explain, and your husband smirks.

“Don’t worry, I’ll build a room, and I’m serious,” Toji says, looking directly at you. “I-I… “

Toji smiles, holding your hand. “Look, I am not forcing you. I’m letting you know that I approve of having another baby if you ever want one. I know we never talked about having more kids, but I don’t mind having a big family,” he softly says, kissing your knuckles.

You wrap your arms around your husband’s neck, feeling his arms on your waist. You rest your head on his chest, “I do want another one,” you whisper.

“And I hope it’s a boy.”

Toji kisses your neck, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it’s a boy,” he whispers, sucking on your neck.

“T-Toji,” you moan, feeling your husband’s trail of kisses. “You wanna do it now?”

Toji lifts you and sets you on his lap, “Well, we gotta start at some point, and I think the sooner, the better,” he comments, taking off your shorts.

“B-But the kids are asleep….” you whine as your husband squeezes the flesh of your ass.

“Then you better keep it down because we have a busy night, baby,” he smirks, kissing your lips as he lays you down on the bed.

And true to his words, it was a busy night as the two of you went at it till morning. You couldn’t open the shop because you couldn’t get out of bed. That wasn’t the worst part, but your daughter kept asking, “Why is mama sick?” “I heard a lot of voices at night. Was it a monster?”

Although all of this, Toji did not stop completing his mission of getting you pregnant. He would ask his friend Jin and his wife if they could watch over the kids or let them sleep over for a few nights. Eventually, it all stopped when you announced your pregnancy to the whole family.

“I’m gonna be a big sister!” Tsumiki smiles, hugging you and kissing you.

“Hope it’s a boy,” Megumi excitedly says, looking over at you and his father.

“Us too,” you say, rubbing your stomach. “It is,” Toji exclaims, holding you by the waist.

And he was right because soon, Sora Fushiguro was born, making you five. Well, maybe seven, as two new members are now part of the family, which are Megumi’s new dogs your husband gifted.

You smile, watching your kids play with the dogs with the water hose.

“They’re having fun, huh?” your husband says.

You look over at him, who’s carrying your tiny chubby baby.

“Yeah,” you laugh.

You smile, taking Sora from your husband and kissing his chubby cheek. Toji kisses your head, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I love you,” he whispers, making you giggle.

“I love you too,” you smile, kissing his lips before you continue to watch your children play with the dogs.

I’m so happy.

Me too.

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hockeyboysimagines · 2 months

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F*ck me like I’m famous

Chapter 4

Warnings: Sex, implied sex, talks of sex, alcohol, language.

Hello friends! Here is chapter 4. Sorry for the delay. As I said in the chapter I just posted for Sway I’ve had a ton going on. Hope this is worth the wait!

Enjoy🤍

“Hey Josie.” Vince called from his living room “Are you ready? We have to leave like…10 minutes ago.”

“Yeah I’m coming!” She called.

“You did that last night already!”

“Vince!” She yelled from the bathroom.

He giggled and stuffed his feet into shoes, grabbing his keys from the table next to the door. He was having the time of his life.

She had made good on the phone sex and dirty texting multiple times over last night, until the early hours, which was part of why they were running late today. He also might have caused a distraction in the shower, but that was a minor detail.

He had some autograph signing thing that would kickstart the celebrations for the week, and he was planning to meet up with friends for drinks later on. He was so excited to show her off to everyone, if they ever got there.

He heard her shuffling and then coming down the steps and turned the corner.

He paused and smiled “Damn.” He said giving her an appreciative once over “You look hot.”

“Really?!” She asked brightly, glancing down at her dress “It’s not too dressy or boring?”

It was pale green, falling mid thigh, with a floral pattern on it, paired with black wedges. Her long hair was loose and wavy, and he almost considered taking her right back upstairs. But then he remembered this week was not only about him, but the community as well.

“Not at all. Oof. You’re in for it later.”

She blushed and waved him off, taking his extended hand and they made their way to the car. The sun was shining down on them, a beautiful perfect day to start a beautiful perfect week.

“Where are we going exactly?” She asked from the passenger seat, turning to put her purse in the back. He smiled a little at how comfortable and natural she looked in his passenger seat before he answered.

“I have an autograph signing.” He said, turning the key in the ignition and backing out of his driveway.

“Ooooooh. An autograph signing? Fancy.” She said side eyeing him “How many body parts do you think you’ll sign?”

He rolled his eyes and nudged his chin at her “I can think of one I’d like to sign later.”

“No I don’t think so. The pen is way too big.”

He burst out laughing and shook his head “Okay you win. So how was your first official day in Canada?”

“It was good. I spent most of it with this hot guy.”

“And how was your first official night in Canada?”

“Average.”

He gasped and reached over grabbing her thigh and squeezing it. She screamed and slapped his arm “I’m kidding! I’m kidding sheesh.”

“Okay so let’s try that again.”

“My first official night in Canada was amazing.”

“Better. Just means I’m gonna have to one up myself tonight.”

She chuckled and watched the Canadian countryside zoom past outside. She was having so much fun and it hadn’t even been 24 hours yet. Being here, although in a country she’d never been to with people she didn’t know, felt so normal, like she’d been here before. She wasn’t nervous, or awkward or anything like that. She felt at peace.

It was so nice.

“So when does the cup actually get here?”

“Friday. That’s when the fun begins.” He waggled his eyebrows “And there’s a ton happening that day. Are you excited?”

“Me? Are you excited? It’s your big day.”

Josie didn’t know Vince when he won the cup. She hadn’t seen the game, watched the moment, or even knew anything about how he and the team had gotten to that point. But what she did know was that if anyone deserved this week, it was him.

“Of course im excited, but i want you to be having fun too.”

“I’m just happy to be here and watch you do your thing.” She said, smiling widely and reaching forward to squeeze his hand.

Josie spent most of the signing hanging out behind him with his mom. She’d been friendly the day before, but she could tell her guard had been up and with good reason. Vince was a highly successful professional athlete, who had a lot at stake in life. She didn’t blame his mom for being wary at first.

But now she had truly warmed up and they were talking and laughing like old friends.

“What are you telling her back there, because whatever it is you can be sure it’s a lie.” He called over his shoulder.

“Most of it sounds pretty on brand.” Josie said smiling at him “So I’m inclined to believe her.”

He made a face and turned back around, but the thought of her being close with his mom brought a small smile to his face that stayed there the rest of the afternoon.

As the line wound down, and the last few pictures had been taken Vince turned to her and waved her forward. When she reached him he gestured to a lady he’d been talking with.

“Josie, this is my mom’s friend, Sheri.”

Josie reached forward to shake her extended hand “Hello. Nice to meet you.”

“And this is your-?” Sheri asked, looked at Vince expectantly as she let go of Josie’s hand.

“This is my girlfriend.” He said simply with a smile, hand on the small of her back as he gave her a gentle push forward so she could shake the woman hand.

Girlfriend.

GIRLFRIEND.

The word made Josie want to jump for joy, scream, ugly cry and kiss his socks right off but then she remembered they were in public so she just smiled, feeling a redness come to her cheeks. They chatted with for a minute when Vince’s mom called her name and Sheri walked away.

Josie turned slowly to look at him “Girlfriend?” She asked quietly.

“Is that okay? I didn’t really know what else to call this.” He gave a small laugh.

“I mean-yeah. It’s okay.”

“I really wanna kiss you, but we’ve already been on the cover of one newspaper.”

She giggled and smiled at him “You can make it up to me later.” She waggled her eyebrows and he gave her waist a small squeeze.

**********

“So you’re here with Vince?”

Josie turned to find a dark haired girl standing next to her and frowned a little, leaning away from her.

The day had gone great. Better than great. She’d had so much fun watching him do his thing and interact with members of his community. She’d also really enjoyed being introduced as his girlfriend.

They’d met up with a few friends of his that she hadn’t met yet for drinks at what Vince called “The best bar in Lindsey” and it was still great.

“Uh, yeah?” She looked across the bar at Vince, but he was absorbed in a conversation and didn’t seem to notice. She looked back at the girl who was staring at her, one hand braced on the bar top.

“You must be his new fling of the week.” She said off handedly, glancing at her and then over her shoulder where he was standing.

Josie felt a twinge of annoyance. She wasn’t a confrontational person, and the last thing she wanted to do was cause a scene in front of his friends in a country she was visiting, but she wanted nothing more than to back hand her. The smug smile on her face had sparked an irrational rage that Josie wasn’t sure she’d even had in her before today.

“What are you talking about?” The question came out more rude than she’d anticipated but it didn’t seem to phase whatever her name was.

“This week it’s you, last week it was someone else, and next week it’ll be- hi Vince.”

Josie looked behind her to find Vince was there, frowning at the girl she was about to beat up.

“I was just talking to your new girlfriend of the week here and I-“

“Yeah well stop talking to her.” He turned Josie abruptly, and steered her across the room and out the front door of the bar.

She waited until they were some feet away until she said very quietly “Who was that?”

“Just a girl I know is all.”

She stopped walking, which caused him to stop and she crossed her arms, head turned to the side “Wanna try that again? But with an actual answer this time.”

He sighed “I hung out with her one time at a party last summer. Nothing happened, she wanted more and I just didn’t see her that way and she’s been dragging my name through the mud since then. She does this every time she sees me out with anyone.”

“I see. She said there was another me last week? Is that true?”

Vince’s mouth fell open and he looked back at the bar in outrage before he turned back to her “She said that? Josie I swear, I haven’t been with anyone else since I met you. I can’t believe-“

“If you have been it’s okay. I wasn’t your girlfriend so I can’t really get mad.”

It was true. She hadn’t been his girlfriend last week so he was able to do whatever he wanted. But it didn’t mean it would hurt any less if he had.

“I swear to you. I am not talking or hooking up with anyone else. And fuck her for saying that to you.” He gripped her hand “You believe me right?”

She stared at him for a few minutes. She did, she didn’t think he’d fly her out here if he was hooking up with girls at home, but her guard with him was up a little for the first time. It had definitely brought down her mood, and made her feel a little bit weird about the whole thing.

“Josie?”

“I-I believe you. But why would she say that?”

“You don’t believe me I can see it all over your face. She’s jealous obviously.”

“Jealous of who? Me?”

He rolled his eyes “Of COURSE she’s jealous of you. Your beautiful and smart, and your here with me and she isn’t.”

She shrugged and looked at his hand, which was still holding hers. He gave it a squeeze.

“I promise you. There’s no one else.”

Josie pursed her lips and looked at him “Okay. I believe you.”

He glanced over her head and then around the street. It was empty and then he smiled.

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?” She asked as he tugged her along by the hand.

“You’ll see.”

Before she even knew what was going on they were tangled up in the driver seat, attached at the lips.

“Oh my god this is so risky.” Josie breathed out as Vince stuffed his hands underneath her shirt, hands sending goosebumps across her skin.

The car was cold, but they had fogged the windows up in less than two minutes. Their make out in the bar had now spilled into the front seat of the car.

“Shhh it’s fine just kiss me.” He said quietly, pulling her down to his level and pushing his tongue in her mouth. He had a hand on either side of her hips, fingers brushing her bare legs until he had her skirt pushed completely up.

He reached down, fumbling around on the side of the seat looking for the lever to move the seat back, and finally found it, yanking on it a little too hard because it sent both of them flying backwards with a squeal, followed by laughter.

“Jesus Christ.” He mumbled against her neck pulling on it again and lurching them forward. Josie was crying with laughter until he gave a large push and they flew forward, Vince’s elbow hitting the steering wheel, horn blaring.

They both jumped expecting it to stop but it didn’t.

“What the fuck?!” He looked around her, smacking the horn several times, the loud sound cutting through the night. Josie felt her face burn for the amount of embarrassment she was about to feel when someone came over to investigate why the horn in the car was sticking, and found them both in the drivers seat, half dressed.

He finally punched it and it stopped, and he glanced up at her before resting his forehead against her chest.

“This just isn’t meant to be.” He picked up his phone and checked the time “But I can have us home in 10 minutes.”

*********

The rest of the week in Lindsay passed by slow enough to enjoy it, but too fast for it to be over. Every morning she woke up she got a little more sad. She was having so much fun and by Thursday evening she only had 3 days left and it had begun to weigh on her. She never wanted this trip to end, and as it inched closer to Sunday she was reminded that she would be going home alone.

“What’s wrong?” Vince asked as she plugged in her phone and laid next to him.

She glanced up “What? Oh nothing.”

“Liar.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed “Nothings wrong. Just bummed that I have to go back to St.Louis soon is all.”

“Yeah.” He nodded and sighed “Me too. But let’s just enjoy our last three days together, and then we’ll go from there.”

She frowned “What’s that mean?”

He pursed his lips and turned on his side to face her “Well. I was going to suggest maybe we take a trip, a vacation if you wanna call it that, before camp starts in September. If you can get off of work and everything.”

“A trip? Where?”

“To a place where all you have to wear is a bikini.”

“Vince!”

“What?” He said innocently, letting one hand trail up her bare leg “Can’t a guy have dirty thoughts about his girl in a bathing suit.”

A slow smile spread across her face until it was so wide her face might crack “What did you call me?”

“My girl.”

She wanted to kick her feet and squeal “I like that. Being your girl.” She ran her fingers through his hair, nails scratching his scalp. He leaned up to move his lips across her jaw until he reached her mouth, hand traveling up her thigh to the band of her underwear on her inner leg.

He was slotted between her legs, pelvis grinding up against hers as he kissed her slowly. He floated a hand up her shirt, resting it on her waist.

Before she knew it her shirt was gone and he was unhooking her bra big hands roaming everywhere. Every nerve ending in her body was a live wire, as his lips left hers and moved down her jaw towards her neck. She tugged at his shirt, prompting him to reach behind his head and pull it off in one quick movement.

She marveled at him as he hovered above her. Everything about Vince was thick, broad and muscled. Her hands roamed from his lower back up to his chest, scratching her fingernails across his skin. His mouth crushed hers, hurriedly kicking his boxers down his legs and tossing them aside.

She was shaking underneath him, cheeks red, goosebumps across her skin as she took a page breath in, the bones of her ribcage rippling underneath her skin. He stopped for a minute to really look at her.

“Goddamn your beautiful.” He whispered, eyes never leaving hers. Her blush deepened but she just pulled him back down by the chain to kiss him. Slower this time, her fingers moving down his back, nails scratching his skin, causing him to shiver. He sat back, hooking a finger on either side of her underwear and pulled them down her legs, leaning back over her and pushed a finger inside her causing her to gasp.

“That’s the prettiest noise I’ve ever heard.” He pushed another finger inside, moving them in and out, hooking them ever so slightly as he kissed her. She gripped the sheets, balling her hands into fists.

His lips brushed over her neck, eyes flicking up to meet hers as he pulled his fingers out, moving up her body and bracing himself between her legs.

“Tell me what you want.” She reached down, guiding him towards her. His head tipped down, stray hair falling into his eyes. She pushed it out of the way and bucked her hips up to meet his. She closed her eyes dreamily as he slowly pushed inside her, body arching up to meet his. He was so big, so broad as he moved above her, finding her mouth and kissing her slowly, methodically.

Vince splayed a hand across her ribcage and pulled her right leg up over his hip, lifting her clear off the bed. She let out a moan as he pushed deeper than before, hitting a new spot that had never been hit before.

“Vince I-“

He let out a breath, abdominal muscles tightening as he pushed faster, leaning down to kiss her desperately as he did. Her heart felt like it was about to explode out of her chest as a crippling, toe curling orgasm made its way through her body, sending shockwaves from her head to her feet, her entire body flooding with heat. She felt like she couldn’t breath as Vince gave his last few pushes with a groan and leaned down, head resting in her neck. His breath tickled her skin and she could feel his heart beating through his skin. He pulled out and laid next to her, chest rising and falling as he tried to slow his breathing, and he turned to smile at her.

“Your amazing and I-“ He stopped and cleared his throat “And your amazing.”

He’d almost said something crazy, but she thankfully hadn’t seemed to notice as she began to rummage around for her shirt and slipped it over her head before collapsing next to him. She rolled on to her side, eyes closing sleepily and hooked one of her legs with his, and promptly fell asleep.

**********

The cup arrived early the next day, and Vince had jumped out of bed like the house was on fire. He was showered, dressed and putting on his shoes by the time she had come out of the bathroom to get dressed.

“How fancy is this anyways?” She asked rummaging through her suitcase “Like should I wear a dress or pants or-?”

“Whatever you wear will be hot, but I like that one.” He was pointing at a yellow dress she had hung over the back of a chair in the corner of his room. She’d bought it and never worn it, tags still hung from the arm of it. She smiled.

“Perfect.”

There was already an entourage outside when they left the house, many friends and family had gathered in his driveway to watch the cup be handed to him. Even though Josie had no idea what was going on she was still excited to watch him pick up the cup. She googled it the night before and apparently within the hockey community it was a huge deal, so because it was big to Vince, it was to her. He gave her hand a squeeze before he released it and made his way over to the keeper of the cup to shake their hands. His mom spotted her and made her way over.

“You look nice.” She said commenting on her dress.

Josie looked down “Thanks. Vince picked it.”

“Well he did a great job. It’s so special you’re here with him for this, it’s his greatest achievement.”

“I didn’t know him then, but if it’s important to him it’s important to me.”

She smiled at her and gave a small laugh “You are important to him. I hope you know that. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”

Josie smiled and looked back at Vince as he picked up the cup and lifted it over his head and cheers erupted around him.

It was going to be a great day.

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harlowsbby · 1 year

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Could’ve Been

“Damn have you seen Y/N? She looks damn good.” Ace said and went to show Jack his phone.

Jack and You have been on and off for as long as he could remember, you’d argue and makeup everyone knew you were his, you were off limits but that didn’t stop you from testing Jack from time to time.

Jack grabbed Ace’s phone it was a picture you recently posted on Instagram, he almost chocked on his drink, in one picture you were on the bed with your ass clearly up in the air and on full display, the tiny red thong wasn’t doing much covering and in the next picture you were fully covered from the waist down at least the tiny bikini top was the only thing barley covering your chest.

“Damn, I can’t wait to get back in Louisville now I heard that she’s officially done with you Jack.” 2fo joked making everyone joke and laugh but not Jack. “She’d never be done with my ass she knows she loves me.”

You did love Jack but at the same time you didn’t have time for this little high school on and off relationship thing he wanted. It wasn’t fair that he came or flew you out whenever it was beneficial for him.

“I mean from what I heard from India is that Y/N’s been talking to some new dude.” Urban and Indian have been dating for a few months now, she’s your best friend and she knows anything and everything about you.

“What do you have to say about that big boy?” Ace asked. Jack looked at all of them a look of determination and anger filled his eyes. “She better tell that man we’re gonna have to share her.”

Jack was coming back in town for a few days and he was going to make sure that everyone knew about it, including you.

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“You know Jack’s coming back to Louisville today.” India looked up from her phone and watched how your face scrunched up in discomfort by the mention of his name. “Why is he coming back in town?”

You’ve heard that Jack was coming back but you weren’t sure if it was a official or just rumors going around, Jack was your ex but not really your ex it was just complicated. You hated the way everyone automatically assumed you’d be on edge that Jack was coming back home but you could honestly care less.

“Urban said they’d be back in town just for a few days, get some extra and much needed rest before he goes back and finishes his tour up.” Humming at Indian’s words you didn’t really care to know the reason he was coming back, but at the same time there was a part of you that did care.

It was awkward for a few seconds the only sound coming from the chatter of other people in the diner. “Do you think you’ll talk to him.”

There it was, the million dollar question of the hour, where you going to talk to Jack honestly you had no clue, you haven’t seen him in three months and whenever he did message you he’d be left on delivered.

“I’m not really sure I doubt he’d wanna see me.” “How do you know he doesn’t wanna see you though?” I mean if the shoe was on the other foot you wouldn’t wanna see Jack. “I stopped talking to him but for a reason. I was tired of being his yo-yo.”

The two of you had plenty talks if this thing was worth counting or if you should let it go, you were lying if you said you didn’t miss Jack he understood and knew you, he actually took his time getting to know you. With Jack it was more than just sex the two of you had some sort of connection but he wasn’t ready for a relationship. It just never made any sense for somebody that wasn’t ready for a relationship sure acted like they were.

“You know you can try and avoid him all you want but Louisville is a small town, eventually you’ll run into him.” India was right you knew sooner or later you’d be running into Jack. “Let’s just hope it’s later than sooner.”

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“What time is Bryson’s party tonight?” Tonight was Bryson’s album release party and about five or six days since Jack has been back home in Louisville, you had this weird feeling in your stomach that something was going to go down tonight.

“It’s at seven it’s now five so you might want to hurry and get ready.” You we’re dreading tonight only because you knew Jack was going to be there.

Any type of event Bryson had was always causal so you just picked on wearing a pair of ripped mom jeans with a basic skims t-shirt. Quickly doing your hair and a light makeup look you looked yourself over one last time and headed downstairs.

“You ready?” We’re you ready? It’s been three months since you’ve been spoken to Jack, your stomach was doing backflips. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

The car ride felt slower than you expected it to be it felt like time or someone in the universe just wanted tonight to terribly wrong, pulling up to the event you noticed there was a few paparazzi and other friends you’ve known since high school arriving, as well as Urban and Sunni and if they were close by that meant Jack wasn’t that far behind.

“On second thought let’s just go home I really don’t want to be here I’ll just tell Bryson I got some stomach bug or something.” India rolled her eyes. “Yeah I don’t think so, get your ass out of this car Y/N.”

Groaning you removed your seatbelt and got out of the car even though the paparazzi didn’t know who you were they still flashed their cameras your way. Eventually India and yourself made it inside the venue, people were drinking and dancing like always.

What caught your eye was Jack and everyone else in the vip section. “There goes your man over there.” India joked making you nudge her with your elbow. “That isn’t my man so don’t say that again.” She raised her hands in defense. “Look just try and relax we’re here to support Bryson.”

She was right Bryson was the only thing on your mind right now not Jack. “I’m going to go get a drink you want anything?” “Yeah I’ll take a shot or two of tequila.” She nodded and headed to the bar and you stood on the dance floor awkwardly, just rubbing your arms wishing you stayed home.

“Isn’t that it can’t be.. is that Y/N over there?” The mention of your name had Jack’s head turning. “Where is she?” “Right over there sitting at the bar.”

Jack’s heart fluttered when he saw you he also laughed to himself seeing how on edge and nervous you looked. “You gonna go get your girl back?” “You already know it.”

“So what’s a beautiful lady like yourself doing here all alone?” The bartender asked you. “I’m not here alone I’m with a friend.” You mumbled in your drink before throwing it back.

He looked around the room and back at you with a devilish smirk. “I don’t see any friend? How about when this is over we can go back to my pla-.” “She’s good she doesn’t wanna go to your place.” That voice it’s the voice you wished and prayed you wouldn’t have to hear all night or ever again.

“And how do you know that?” The bartender raised an eyebrow at Jack. “Because she’s mine now do us both a favor and fuck off.” Jack barked at the man and he cowardly backed away.

“So you can’t talk now? Or text anybody back or answer a call at least.” Here he went playing victim like always. You finally looked up at him and you were slightly taken back.

He looked dammed good, his beard had grown out as well as his hair but everything was properly trimmed and groomed and his freckles always seemed to pop out more during the winter. His blue eyes sparkled with love and hope but a hint of anger was evident.

“Jack, I can’t keep doing this back and forth shit with you anymore I’m too grown for it. I want something real I want a man that actually wants to be with me.” It was his turn to roll his eyes and scoff. “So that’s why you’ve been out with Chase.”

“How did you know I’ve been out with Chase.” He smirked. “Baby let’s not forget everyone in Louisville knows you’re mine so of course when I’m out on the road I need to make sure I still have eyes on you.” “Oh so I’m some type of property now? I didn’t know you owned me.”

His face softened at your words. “I didn’t mean it like that Y/N.” You began to grow angry. “So just how exactly did you mean it Jack, please enlighten me because I really wanna hear what bullshit ass excuse is going to come out of your mouth.”

You stood there with your arms crossed, Bryson and everyone else in the VIP section heard the commotion and came running over.

By now a little crowd was forming by the sound of your voice raising. Jack’s face grew red from embarrassment but he wasn’t about to let that show, if you wanted a show he was going to give you a show.

“I don’t understand you sometimes Y/N, one minute you love me and the next minute you’re acting like a rebound chick every single man comes to you whenever they need something because they know you’ll always be available.”

“I gave you my all Jack, you hurt me I was falling in love with you shit I am in love with you, but I was tired of getting late replies and having a one sided relationship or whatever we were.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to go around and mess with half of Louisville.”

A few gaps and ooo’s were heard throughout the crowd. Everyone in the room now quiet as they had their eyes on Jack and You.

“Y/N? excuse me can you move please.” India groaned as she pushed through the now formed crowd before finally managing to make it to you.

“What’s going on here?” India grabbed your hand as it began to shook. “I’m just talking to Y/N and letting everyone in here know how much of a rebound she really is.”

“Damn he got her ass.” Some random guy in the crowd commented. “Jack come on man that isn’t cool.” Bryson told him. “Yeah Jack that isn’t right at all.” Neelam added on.

You hate to admit it but you felt devastated, the sadness ached in your stomach and you held back the lump in your throat, not letting him know how much that actually hurt you was the main goal right now.

“No it’s okay Bryson.” You spoke more like croaked out. “You know Jack I gave you my all I was committed to you and only you but I was tired of being your rebound chick I was tired of feeling like I was being dragged along with and played around.” Jack went to interrupt you but you weren’t having it.

“It’s my turn to speak now so now you listen. You know I’ve always wondered why or what the reason was as to why you didn’t want to be in a fully committed relationship and now I know why. You’re too afraid of a girl seeing how much of a dick you truly are.”

More ooo’s were once again heard in the crowd a few cameras were out, recording the scene going on in front of them. “If you thought I was unavailable before, just let me show you just how unavailable I’m about to be.”

With that you turned around and took India’s hand the two of you walking out of the club. The music started playing again and everyone acted as if nothing happened.

“You know Jack I hope you’re proud of yourself you’ve officially won asshole of the year.” Bryson shook his head at him. “I agree with Bryson I don’t know what’s gotten into you but I can’t stand whoever this new Jack is.” Neelam told him before leaving with Bryson.

Jack promised himself he was going to make tonight a good night and he promised himself he was going to make you love him again and ask you to be his official girlfriend but he didn’t realize till after everyone that nobody not even you were about to be available to him.

( thank you everyone that helped me in parts of this 💗 I tried to include a few things a few of y’all mentioned )

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hacash · 1 year

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ted lasso 3x01 thoughts

WE’RE BACK BABY

God, what a corker of an opener - whenever I take a break from Ted Lasso I forget how much I’m going to enjoy it and then we open up and fuck me it’s always so good

and the big news on everyone’s lips: Ted is officially the character under focus for season three! I wasn’t sure if they’d go there but if this episode has shown us anything it’s that Ted desperately needs something to change! someone else on tumblr pointed out that there was a washed-out feel to the entire cinematography in this episode which was clearly corresponding with Ted’s long-term depression, and that really landed with me - as someone who’s had depression come and go in waves that’s exactly what it is: you’re making the same jokes and doing the same stuff, but there’s this colourlessness that begins pervading everything. Ted’s never been more self-deprecating :( he’s making slip-ups like walking past his own front door….God, the poor man’s a mess.

BUT he’s still talking with Doctor Sharon! Ted’s taking his mental health seriously! this is a good thing!

and on that subject

GET IT DOCTOR SHARON

(I honestly thought that was Hunky Luca she was with for a second; what a turn around that would have been)

so the big question that this season is clearly going to be ramping up to is does Ted decide to stay in Richmond or go back to the US. I can’t wait to see how this unfolds - I did have a minor heart-pang moment when Ted was about to go in and comfort the team about Nate, but Jamie jumped in without even being asked and did a Tedism into the bargain. It was so sweet and so demonstrative of how Ted has planted those seeds for his team, but it will beg the question: if the boys are doing this on their own, will Ted feel he’s still needed at Richmond?

I’m worried about Rebecca this season: it’s clear there are some serious issues around the West Ham v Richmond rivalry that ain’t going away any time soon. It was interesting seeing her scoffing at Nate when he (unbeknownst) ducked away from the press conference to have his panic attack. Bear in mind, this was before he started being a dick about Richmond: so she’s clearly bitter about Nate moving to West Ham (which, as I’ve said before, is pretty unfair: people move jobs all the time) - it’ll be interesting to see if her anger at Rupert starts blinding her judgement again.

It’ll also be interesting to see if her desire to beat Rupert clashes with Ted’s own style and issues…

(I’m also predicting here and now that new, potentially high profile player Zava might end up being another Jamie Tartt but more arrogant and more aggressive on the field - and while Ted may worry that he’s not good for the team, Rebecca will want to keep him around because he’s such a significant player. Watch this space!)

Nate

NAAAAATE

From Nate’s ongoing addiction to Twitter to his unkindness to the players, to Rupert’s constant manipulation of how Nate talks and what he drives, to his dressing down a dickish journalist, to that panic attack, to the car - I am flailing about so heavily right now. Nick Mohammed is going to ruin me this season, stg

Did we notice when he was talking about settling in with his new team, Nate’s comments were that he was ‘getting to know all about them….getting to like them…getting to hope….’ straight before having a flashback of being bullied by the team? Did we? Are our hearts hurting yet?

Even his insults about Richmond - ‘they’re in the sewer because they’re a shitty team’ - are just childish! he’s trying to be a killer because that’s what Rupert wants but it doesn’t work!

Also Disco’s only spoken one line of dialogue yet but I’m immediately adopting him as my new favourite character

I’ll be honest, because we all predicted Keeley and Roy would have broken up, the reveal scene didn’t hit as emotionally hard as it did some people. But on the end I’m absolutely convinced it isn’t going to last - both Roy and Keeley clearly have some growing in their personal lives* to do, and when they eventually find their way back to each other it’s going to be beautiful. I also think that if it was an actual Planned Plot Point (TM) we’d have seen that scene play out in real time; as it is, I think it’s less important how Roy and Keeley break up than how they get together again.

*God, can you imagine Nate’s reaction if he realised Roy was comparing himself unfavourably to him?!

The sewer school trip was such a lovely little reminder of what a good team dad Ted really is. That being said, after two years of this shit, Ted could probably have realised that the sight of Richmond team dropping down into a sewer in broad daylight probably wasn’t going to play out all that well.

Katy Wix is joining the cast!! well, at least we know where she went off to after BBC Ghosts.

SHIRTLESS LOCKERROOM SCENE IN THE VERY FIRST EP; this show truly does give us everything.

I’ll be honest, I may have inhaled a mouthful of tea here; at the sight of Sam’s arms and shoulders I became a simple Victorian maiden prone to the vapours and in need of a good lie down on a chaise longue.

I, like Dani, am traumatised that Paddington Bear doesn’t actually exist

Colin gets bullied by nuns. (also I swear he was in more lingering shots this episode; the impending Colin storyline is making me so nervous and so excited)

All of the himbos are just so fucking pretty in this episode. Even despite Jamie’s hair choices. I’m also so delighted by the increasing amount of himbo interactions we’re getting: I can really imagine that the writers didn’t quite realise how popular the footballers themselves would be, and are now looking to include more himbo content for sheer funsies. Particular shout out to Phil Dunster for making Jamie as cocky and oblivious as he ever was, but this time using his powers for good. It’s a

God bless Henry Lasso for joining the Nate Shelley defence squad, and God bless Ted for listening to him. That was such a telling little moment and a promise of things to come, and I can’t believe I got that emotionally affected by a freaking Lego set.

There was so much emotional stuff in this episode, I can’t wait to see what happens next...

….nope, still distracted by Sam’s arms.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #theodore lasso #rebecca welton #roy kent #keeley jones #sam obisanya #jamie tartt #isaac mcadoo #colin hughes #dani rojas #leslie higgins #coach beard

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prettyoatmeal · 1 year

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Please please pretty please 🥹 can you please write While You’re Dating with Soap🥹 I’m dying reading those and can’t wait to read one with my boy Soap😭🥺♥️

John 'Soap' MacTavish Headcanons While You're Dating & How You Got There

I will so gladly. Thats all I need to say.

I love this man more than I love life itself.

Masterlist here!

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How You Got There

You two would be like bread and butter, or two peas in a pod, perhaps.

There'd be a well established friendship and maybe even a situationship, though you wouldn't be able to tell due to his playful and flirtatious personality.

Whether you're civilian or a 141 member, he'll always try to be with you regardless of what you're doing at the time.

He'd notice this about himself, how he always wants to be around you but he'd never think too much of it.

If you're part of the Task Force, you bet your sweet ass he'd be staring at you non-stop. No matter what you did, his eyes would be on you.

He wouldn't care much for being professional around you since you two were a couple of jokesters together anyway so the constant flirting was just a given.

He'd soon realise 'Oh shit, I actually kind of like them.'

His stomach would fill with butterflies every time you laughed at one of his jokes. It would cause his confident attitude to fall a little and make him a little bashful.

Despite his naturally flirty demeanour, he'd be pretty nervous to ask you out once he realised he had developed feelings. He wouldn't want to lose what he had with you prior as he would consider you as one of his best friends.

Simon was someone he knew he could always go to, but you were different. You matched his emotional nature which Simon normally kept hidden from others. He appreciated that about you.

You would always be together, everyone had assumed you two were dating already dating so when you'd say that you were just friends they'd be very skeptical.

It was so extremely obvious that you liked him and he liked you, but you were so scared of making things awkward between you two that neither of you had said anything.

Didn't really have his mind set on getting a partner before you, so when he fell, he fell HARD.

He would go to Simon many, many times just asking him for advice. His advice would always be 'Ask them out' but really, Johnny just wanted to be there to gush about you.

"I just think they're really pretty and I like how they smell and I want to be with them and make them feel safe and and and-"

And it would always end in him sobbing to Simon because he likes you so much and Simon would just stand there like

-_-

Because this has happened so many times now.

At that point, Simon himself would go up to you like

"Johnny's into you."

I feel like he'd ask you out in a silly way and pop it really unexpectedly. Like half-joke-ish but only half-joke-ish because he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable.

"Hey, Johnny, I didn't know what to get you so I got that takeaway you really like."

"No way! Kiss me right now."

"Bet."

"What-"

Insert makeout session.

Not even an official way to ask you, he's just silly like that.

No but genuinely, he probably would pull something like that so he could play it off as a joke or something if you found yourself uncomfortable.

Lucky for him, he didn't need to do that.

When It's Official

When you do make it official, Johnny would be the biggest sweetheart.

I feel like the honeymoon phase with him would never end as he'd always be so big on communication and talking things out that conflict and issues are sorted out before they've even begun.

Also because like

It's Johnny, no moment with him could ever be dull.

Early in the relationship there wouldn't be any awkwardness like there'd maybe be with other 141 members. Like I said, there'd be the pre-established friendship where you two were always together anyways.

John would be his same enthusiastic self.

Wouldn't 'take it slow' per se, but wouldn't rush into anything you'd ultimately be uncomfortable with.

The touchiness would become hugging, the hugging would become cuddling, the cuddling would become coddling.

Maybe not coddling, but he'd still be very protective of you. Can't have anything happening to his precious lover.

Would definitely buy you gifts and presents out of the blue.

"Dove, c'mere, look what I gots ya!"

And it would be the most beautiful pendant you've ever seen in your life.

"Johnny! How much did this cost you?"

"Oh, it was nothing, Darl! Let us put it on ya, hmm? Turn around."

One to spoil you, for sure, despite how many times you tell him to save his money instead.

"Nonsense!" he'd tell you.

Biggest pet names for him would be along the lines of Dove, Hen, Darling, Lass or Lad.

Big confident man so he loves showing you off to all your team mates.

Yeah, he scored YOU, the most gorgeous being in the world. How could he not show the world.

Not against PDA at all, he will so gladly hold your hand or wrap an arm around your waist, letting everyone know you're off limits.

In public, he's very confident, but in private, he's a very emotional man.

Can't keep his hands off you, has to be touching you 24/7. Like a clingy dog. This makes him become very interested in everything you're doing, whether it be the least important or the most important thing in the world.

"Hey, Love, whatcha doin'? Can I join? Lemme just pop a squat right 'ere next to ya."

"Johnny, look here. It's called Sudoku, so you see-"

He's very restless when you're not with him or out with friends. He knows you can protect yourself but still, he worries a little.

Can become very whiney when you're occupied for too long without giving him attention.

"Mmggggg..."

"I know, Johnny, I'll come kiss you in a second."

He loves loves loves loves loves being babied.

Will do anything and everything to have you pull his face into your chest and cradle his head like that, running your fingers through his mohawk (it's surprisingly really soft).

Very big on using you as a pillow. Whether it be your chest, boobs, tummy, thighs, shoulder, ass, he will find a way to lean his head on you no matter what you're doing together. Especially on movie nights.

Like a big dog, thats what he reminds me of. Doesn't realise he's so big and sometimes a big heavy on you. But thats okay because he'd be like a weighted blanket in a way.

He 100% snores like

honk shoo honk shoo honk shoo honk shoo

At least you know your boy is sleeping soundly and finally getting the comfort he deserves.

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Part two? Who knows. Goodnight <3

#call of duty #mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #John mactavish x reader

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katnisspeetaprim · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Old Man!

Min Yoongi/Reader (Part of the LS series)

Summary: It's Yoongis birthday and you can't help but pop into his live to terrorise him every now and then. Plus a birthday blow job.

Warnings: female reader, reader is from Europe but no country specified, aging?, oral (m relieving) kissing, fluff,swearing.

word Count: 1240 M.list

‘Presents, what did I get this year?’ Yoongi looked up in thought before continuing.

‘I can show you what Y/N got me, hold on.’ He stood up and moved out of camera view before coming back, your gift to him in hand.

‘She got me a few things but I have this here.’ He held a small jewellery box up to the camera. Inside was a simple white gold ring with, my love and the date you met engraved onto the delicate metal. He was smiling coyly as he showed off the ring.

‘It’s a little big so we need to get it re sized.’ The comments were gushing about the cute gift, but ARMY wanted to know what else you had gotten him.

‘I think I’ll keep the rest private.’ He laughed lightly.

‘Are you going to Indonesia?’ Somebody in chat asked.

‘I’ll be going to Indonesia, Jakarta.’ He answered with a blank stare. It was then that your name appeared in chat. He quickly leaned forwards and narrowed his eyes slightly.

‘Oh Y/N is here.’ His eyes skimmed your message before he rolled his eyes playfully and leaned back, now with a wide gummy smile.

‘You know Europe is a part of the world too right?’ You are from Europe and were quite frankly shocked when he told you there were no European dates. You were offended on behalf of all European ARMY.

‘Yah! Don’t be bitter with me! We will go to your home town together at some point I promise.’

‘My mom likes my hair long. She was upset when I cut it.’ He was talking about how his hair was constantly changing and what he should change it to now that he was 30.

‘My mom likes it long but Y/N prefers it like this so either way I can’t win.’ He chuckled and crossed his arms.

‘Oh well. I can’t please everyone.’

‘I’m 30 years old.’ It was now past midnight so it was officially his birthday.

‘Happy birthday old man! I love you!.’ You typed out into his chat.

‘You really aren’t that much younger than me Y/N.’ He smirked into the camera.

‘Guys, Y/N is bullying me on my birthday.’

‘I’m going to blast 30 by Bo Burnham when you get home tonight!’ You once again chime in.

‘Aish...I’m not going home tonight guys. An ARMY out there want to take me in?’ Of course the chat exploded with people begging to take him up on the offer.

He did go home that night obviously. Even though it was past 1AM, you hadn’t been able to see each other all day, so you made the effort to wait up for him.

He found you sitting in the living room, flicking through his photobook when he entered the apartment.

‘Happy birthday Yoongi!’ You sprung up and threw your arms around his neck. He chuckled as he returned your embrace.

‘You didn’t have to wait up for me you know.’

‘Of course I did, it’s your birthday.’ You moved back and gave him a tight smile, before you swiftly pulled him down for an affectionate kiss.

‘I love you.’ You breathed against his lips. You felt him smile back.

‘I love you too jagi.’ You gave him another quick peck before fully pulling back and taking his hand in yours.

‘Come on.’ He followed behind as you lead him to the sofa. You stood in front of him, biting your lip as you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to sit.

‘You want a birthday treat baby?’ You tried to sound sexy as you sank to your knees between his thighs.

‘I’m defiantly not gonna say no to that.’ He smirked down at you, rubbing his thighs in anticipation. He could already feel himself becoming hard in his pants.

You made short work of his trousers, tugging them down along with his boxers. He eagerly raised his hips to help you. You grasped his erection and started pumping to get him fully hard. Yoongi rolled his eyes shut and let out a small breath as he rested his head on the back of the sofa.

You stopped your hand movement at the base of his dick, leaning down and running your tongue along the underside and right up to the head. You fluttered your eyelashes at him as you placed a small kiss on his tip, before taking him fully in your mouth. Yoongi moaned out as you took him in, hand coming to rest on the back of your head.

‘Ah shit yeah Y/N.’

You smirked around his dick, bobbing your head up and down, wrapping your tongue around him as you did so. Your movements slowed for a moment allowing you to take him right to the back of your throat, lips connecting with his pubic bone. Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips, causing you to choke around him and pull away for a second.

‘Fuck, sorry jagi.’ He was out of breath as he spoke, hand coming up to your head to push you back down. You slid your lips back over him, tears appearing in the corners of your eyes as he hit the back of your throat again. Yoongi’s breathing had started to become laboured as you worked, letting out breathy moans every so often. You could tell he was close, the way he was rolling his hips, eyes squeezed shut and loud moans escaping him. You took this as a sign to increase your movement speed.

‘Wait- wai- stop!’ He stuttered out, pushing your head away from him.

‘What?’ You looked at him in confusion, wiping at your bottom lip.

‘I want to cum on your tits.’ Luckily you had worn a low cut top that day, so he lent down and hooked his fingers into the front of your shirt, pulling it down and exposing your breasts. He stood up and started jerking himself off above you. You gave him a sly smirk as you looked up at him, licking your lips as you did so. Your hands came up to your chest and pushed your breasts together, making sure to tease him by playing with your nipples.

‘Ah fuck, I’m cumming!’ He whined out before he let himself go, thick ropes of cum landing on your breasts. He allowed himself to catch his breath before pulling up his pants and underwear. He smiled at you as he reached his hand down to help you up.

‘Ag hold on.’ He stammered when he noticed the mess he made on your chest. He grabbed some tissue and started to clean you up, a warm smile spread across your face at the loving gesture.

Once you were clean, he fixed your shirt and opened his arms wide for you to step into, which you gladly did. You stood on your toes to bring him into a kiss, hands resting on either side of his neck.

‘Happy birthday again Yoongi.’

‘Always know how to make it special huh jagi?’ You rolled your eyes at him, before resting your head on his warm chest.

‘In the morning I was thinking we could order breakfast? I would make you something but I’d probably burn it.’ You giggled, thinking about your terrible cooking skills.

‘Ordering in sounds good.’ He laughed back, taking your hand and leading you to bed. Neither of you got much sleep that night.

@jjaelly

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laura1633 · 8 days

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Charles officially introducing Max as his boyfie to his family... im sorry i just read a fic that goes like that and it's so soft i think i died

Aww I love soft Lestappen. I am sure Charles' family would be happy with Max, he seems like really good boyfriend material 🥰 I imagine Arthur and Lorenzo would be amused because they've heard Charles talking about his rivalry with Max for so long and now he is on his arm and they are being all soft with each other.

Just throwing out this tiny little random drabble (not exactly about Charles introducing Max to his family but more about him wanting to introduce Max) :

“What do you think of this shirt?” Charles holds a navy shirt up in front of him so Max can take a look. It’s one he’s worn a few times before, nice and simple.

“Blue?” Max grins, “Of course it is perfect”

“Really?” Charles frowns as he takes another look at the shirt in his hands, “Maybe I should pick something else”

“You look good in anything” Max hums as he lays sprawled out on the bed watching Charles fuss around, “so I don’t know why you are so stressed”

“I’m not stressed” Charles mumbles, it’s meant to come off as care free but even to his own ears it sounds rather defensive, “I just want to at least look good”

“At least?”

“Nothing” Charles shakes his head and goes back to the wardrobe. He’s pretty settled on the navy blue but it gives him chance to try and compose himself. He knows he shouldn’t really be so het up about having to go to another family occasion alone. He’s done it enough times. It's not even that big a deal, some distance cousin's engagement party. It’s selfish to want to have Max with him but he so wants to be one of those loved up couples that spend the evening making lovey eyes at their significant other.

“Tell me what’s wrong and maybe I can make it better”

Charles closes his eyes and melts back against Max’s body as the Dutchman hops off the bed and wraps his arms around his waist.

Max has come so far. So, so far. And it really is beautiful to see. The Dutchman is more at ease with who he is now. He’s not afraid of being open with Charles. Not afraid to kiss Charles. To touch Charles. To love Charles.

But in secret.

Which is fine. Charles knows it’s fine. He doesn’t need everyone to see their love in order to know it exists. He experiences it, he feels it, he lives it. It’s just -

“Nothing” Charles smiles. If there is one thing he isn’t going to do it’s push, “I am just not in the mood for a party, I would prefer to be with you”

“You don’t have to stay long” Max leans into Charles’ neck and kisses up the length of it slowly, “I’ll be here waiting when you get back.”

“I know” Charles tilts his head to the side so Max can slot in easier, “It’s … yeah… it will be fine. I am just going to have a shower. The sooner I get there the sooner I can be home.”

Charles makes sure to give Max a kiss before wiggling out of his arms and scooting through to the shower.

It really is all fine. Charles will go to the party, people will tease him about being perpetually single and then he will leave and fall into bed with Max who will make him forget about everything else.

The Monegasque makes quick work of showering and changing. The navy blue shirt gets put on and it looks fine. It doesn’t really matter what he looks like anyway, most eyes will be on the happy couple.

“I went for the white so we don’t match” Max grins as Charles walks into living room and sees his boyfriend smoothing down the creases of his shirt, “Do I look okay?”

“Where are you going?” Charles’ heart is racing but he’s not sure if he’s getting ahead of himself.

“To an engagement party” Max takes a deep breath and lets the tension out of his shoulders, “As long as you want me to come”

“You want to come with me?” Charles still feels like he’s missing something.

“I want to come with you” Max steps close enough to circle his arms around Charles’ waist, “I don’t want you to be yourself” Max leans in and presses his lips against Charles’

“You don’t have to come” Charles feels choked up all of a sudden, “My family will all be there and my ..”

“Friends. I know” Max soothes his hands up Charles’ arms, “I think it is about time I met them all. Don’t you think?”

Charles nods, not quite trusting his voice if he were to talk right now. His heart is fluttering and there are butterflies in his stomach.

“I’m ready. I promise” Max interlaces his hand with Charle's, “Come on, if we don’t go soon there won’t be enough time to show me off to everyone”

Max grabs Charles' coat and helps the Monegasque into it before grabbing his own and leading Charles out of the apartment.

Charles can't stop grinning as Max keeps their hands clasped together. The Monegasque's fingers tingle with excitement as it hits him that they really are holding hands in public for the first time ever.

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Birthday Surprise

It’s 11:57pm on April 24th and my friends and family are gathered around me to ring in my 30th birthday at midnight. I don’t always need to have the biggest party or festivities, but you only turn 30 once, and honestly, roughly ten years ago I wasn’t even sure if I would make it till here.

“Thank you all so much for coming eeh, big 30 aye!” I laugh awkwardly, but most of my friends are drunk enough that they just cheer and clap along. “I ceenot wait for this year like. We’ve got some great things cooking! 30’s gonna be great!” I shout into the room, shortly being joined by Dean, Joe, Tom and Jimmy. We’ve all got our arms thrown around each other’s shoulders, beers in hand.

“Alreet alreet” Dean shouts over the party commotion “We’ve only got a few seconds left now. 5,4…”

“3,2,1 HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM!!!!” everybody in the room joins in and as the clock rings in my special day, Rachael emerges with a big cake that’s shaped like my face. Candles and sparklers atop and I happily accept it.

As is tradition, Dean smacks some cake into my face, we drink a shot together and I’m being pulled into hugs by everyone. My mam, my brother, my girlfriend…

And once the excitement has quieted down a bit and people start eating the cake and refilling their drinks, Y/N stands in front of me. The last person to congratulate me.

“Happy Birthday” she tells me with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes I notice. We share a quick hug but she looks as if she wants to disappear as soon as I let go of her. But talking to her seems to halt her in her spot and she looks up at me

“It’s really good to see yer” I tell her with a genuine smile. She’s one of my dearest friends and also the last person I was in love with. Unfortunately, we had to learn the hard way that moving from a friendship into a relationship doesn’t always end well. But luckily, we managed to save and salvage what we had before and are now able to be friends again.

“Yeah, you too” she replies softly. She’s been really quiet and reserved all evening. She’s barely gotten a word out, keeping mostly to herself even though we share the same group of friends and most of them are here tonight.

“I hope..” “I’m..” we both speak at the same time and I awkwardly rub the back of my neck “Sorry, you go ahead”

“Oh, ehm, I was just saying I’m gan find Rachael and try some of that cake” she says while she’s already turning away, not being able to leave my side fast enough it seems.

“Aye, I hope you’re doing well and we can hang out again soon” I just mumble the rest of my previous thought to myself.

Before I can let Y/N’s strange demeanor get to my head, I spot my brother and his long-time partner in conversation with my girlfriend. Or better, the girl I’ve been seeing for the past 3 months that’s not really my girlfriend because we’re not officially together, but we’re dating and having a good time together so I can’t just call her a fling either. And she was very adamant on being here tonight, so I’m glad she’s getting along with my family too.

About two hours later I see Y/N saying goodbye to Tom and Heidi as well as my mam, before she just waves at the boys and leaves them with a “Bye guys, see yous soon” to which they all smile and wave back, Joe shouting a departing “get home safe”.

She finally spots me and makes her way over

“Saving the best till last I see” I tease her, which elicits only a small tug at her lips. So I really can’t even make my friend smile anymore. With nothing at all apparently. Hm.

“You’re leaving already?” I ask because tonight felt as if she wasn’t even really here and as the night gets longer the crowd gets smaller and it usually only leaves my closest inner circle. Which she is part of and I would’ve loved to spend some more time with her, actually talk to her.

“Yeah sorry, I don’t feel that great staying here any longer” she gives me a look as if to tell me that something is bothering her, and I should know what that something is.

“Thanks for the invite, Sam” she says politely and pulls me into a quick hug that I return.

“Y/N wait!” I hold on to her arm but she instantly coils away and out of my reach

“Let go of me” she hisses quietly, so that nobody else but me can hear.

“Y/N no, what’s going on?” I follow her out into the foyer and out the front door. She’s finally stopping and swiftly turning around to look at me

“I just don’t want to look at this any longer alreet. Maybe I shouldn’t have come” she says the last part more to herself and I’m only getting more and more confused

“But, it’s my birthday” I breath, the first thing that comes to mind. We always spend our birthdays together

“What do yer mean, look at any longer? What’s going on Y/N/N?” I look at her questioningly. She’s looking at her feet, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as if she doesn’t know what to do next. She’s debating whether to tell me or not. But in the next instant she whips her head towards me, her decision made

“You, Sam. You and that girl!” she shouts, angrily pointing at me, she’s almost jabbing her finger into my chest, that’s how close we are standing. Her eyes are wild and brimming with tears.

“I can’t look at it any longer!” she lets go of the breath she was holding. Exhausted just from that simple statement. I look at her bewildered, not believing what I hear. She’s never mentioned having a problem with me seeing someone new. But I’m also just realizing, she hasn’t been around all that much the past few months. And definitely not when my date was around.

“I…didn’t…why have you never said anything?” I truly thought we were doing fine after our breakup last year. I don’t understand what’s happening, I just know that I can’t lose Y/N and I can’t believe I’ve missed the signs of her discomfort.

“What was I supposed to say Sam? We’re not together anymore. I don’t have any right to tell you what to do and who to date”

“But we’re friends. You know that you can always come to wor” I cautiously take a step closer to her, feeling the overwhelming need to comfort her.

“Sam..” she croaks out and my arms are instantly around her. But she stops me before I can pull her into an embrace. She’s holding onto my forearms. She’s so close, I can feel her ragged breath on the front of my shirt. But her eyes won’t meet mine

“I don’t know how to be around you anymore. I…I thought I was over you. I thought I was okay with our breakup, healed, and moved on.”

She finally lifts her head and my gaze instantly falls onto hers. And what I see breaks me. Red rimmed eyes, a few stray tears have already fallen, making her cheeks wet. She looks scared and broken, and I can’t believe that I didn’t know about this. About how she felt and what kind of emotional distress she must have gone through these last months.

“Y/N/N…I didn’t know” I croak. Embarrassment creeping in and I'm mentally kicking myself for being so oblivious again.

“I know. Because we never had that last talk” she sniffs and drops my arms in favor of pulling her thin coat tighter around herself. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, protecting herself from the cold, and protecting her heart from any more damage.

“We never sat down and talked about how our relationship, and the breakup really affected us. I just tried to be okay and be happy about the things I still have. And you started seeing someone else” she smiles at that, but it’s a bittersweet kind of smile. And I can see new tears gathering in her eyes.

“Sweetheart, you should’ve come n' talked to me aboot it. Nonetheless if I’m seeing someone new or not”

“I just couldn’t Sam. I couldn’t because every time I thought about talking to you and what I would say to you, I knew I would just end up in tears. And then I found out about you and her and…” she’s letting me cup her cheek this time, and I’m softly swiping her tears away before she continues

“I was so scared of today. Of what it would mean if she’s here tonight, and I see her.”

“Y/N A’m so sorry!” I tell her earnestly, searching her face because I need her to believe me. I never meant to hurt her this way.

“Tell me what I can do to make it better”

“Sam I...” she sniffs before looking back up at me “I don’t think there’s anything you can do. I don’t think it’s good for me to be around you right now” and I can feel my insides crumble at that

“Y/N/N no, don’t say that” I beg her, tears shooting into my own eyes now and I can feel them softly rolling down my face.

“I still love you too much. And I can’t see you with another girl. I can’t heal like this Sam! When every time I look at you, a small part inside me still breaks.” She closes her eyes at that and I lean my cheek onto her head, pulling her a little bit closer because I know how final this moment is. Of course I will give her the time and space to heal, but this could just as well mean this is our last time together, and we might never come back from this. I press a final kiss onto her forehead before I speak again

“I can’t lose you”

“I’m so sorry” she whispers back and pulls further away from me “You’ll be okay” she takes my hand from her face and gently squeezes it one last time before she drops it and it falls at my side. I instantly miss her warmth, her soft touch.

“Happy Birthday Sam” she says with a voice full of sorrow and heartbreak. As she turns her back towards me and begins to make her short way home, the look of pain and longing in her face haunts me. And I’m sure it perfectly reflects mine.

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Things Are Never As They Seem—Chapter Twenty Two

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warnings

MINORS DNI! 18++. Language. Angst. Fluff. Mentions of injuries. Hollywood sucks. Spoiled, rich bitches. Bullying. Did I miss anything?

Masterlist

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April 18, 2021

You waited, breath caught in your throat for the sound of the door closing.

Two pairs of heavy steps, one dragging more than the other.

A few shared words, both voices snippy and short.

Then finally the slam of the door.

You relaxed back into the door, suddenly able to breathe again.

For the past eleven days, you’d been living like this. In a space that constantly felt like you could cut the tension with a fucking butter knife. You knew it would be bad but never could you have prepared for just how hard it would be to be around Catalina.

Hate really was a strong word… But you could officially say you meant it now when you said you hated her.

You scrubbed a hand over your face, eye catching on the pup sitting at your feet.

“What?” You huffed, throwing your arms out to the side, “Can you really blame me?”

Bentley simply titled his head and made a little huffing sound but you got what he was putting down.

Come on, mom! I gotta pee, quit being dramatic!

“You’re right.” You pulled yourself off the door with another sigh, “Let’s go, buddy.”

You pulled open the door, checking the hallway to make sure you were all clear. Laughing to yourself as you did. You damn well knew everyone was gone. With the release of Sebastian’s movie Monday two days ago, Sebastian was asked to be ‘spotted’ with Catalina in Griffith Park.

She wanted in on some of the attention he was getting through the movie and TFAWS too.

They would walk a short stretch on the main path and Eli, Seb’s assistant, would walk behind them to take a ‘candid’ picture and then they’d post it on some random Twitter account. That was the plan you’d overheard last night anyways.

You didn’t really care, as long as it got her away from you.

They wouldn’t be gone long, at least, Sebastian wouldn’t. You were honestly hoping that his team would convince her to stay somewhere else for now. He’d been on their asses about it since the moment she showed up at your doorstep on your birthday.

Realistically, you knew she wasn’t going to leave anytime soon.

Not unless they made her.

But how much power did they really have over her?

Money talks.

And her parents, or better yet, her sugar daddy, were paying lots for this fake relationship. She was going to be sure that she got everything her way.

Yeah. You could say you’d definitely learned a lot about her this week. Things you certainly would have loved to have gone without knowing your whole life.

You weren't very surprised to hear that she had a sugar daddy and the he was the one that got her this arrangement in the first place, especially when you found out he worked for Sebastian’s agency. You didn’t know much about him other than he was some older Spaniard, who previously worked as a manager for some famous European singer and that he owned a big ass yacht.

But for some reason you were surprised to find that not only was Catalina a bitch but she was a messy bitch.

And by messy, you meant literally disgusting.

Your jaw practically hit the floor when you walked into the kitchen to find a pile of dishes in the sink that weren’t there before when you scurried off to your room when you heard her bedroom door open. And by the dried food caked across the plates, it was obvious they’d been in her room for more than a couple days.

“Murder.” You hissed, fists unclenching and clenching as you glared down at the overflowing sink, “I’m going to commit murder.”

You whipped out your phone from the lulu workout jacket you’d slipped on, sending a quick, angry text.

To Smexy Seabass:

I’m fucking TIRED of cleaning up her shit.

If she is going to continue to stay here, she needs to grow the fuck up and clean her shit or she needs to hire her own personal cleaning lady.

You winced as you read the text over again, regret already bubbling up in your chest as his text bubbles appeared.

To Smexy Seabass:

I’m sorry baby. I’m not taking it on you.

I know it’s not your fault. I’m just frustrated.

From Smexy Seabass:

I’ll handle it.

You aren’t the only one but I’m still sorry.

Love you tons. Be home soon.

To Smexy Seabass:

I love you more.

You couldn’t keep living like this.

You haphazardly slid your phone across the island before trekking over to the back door to let your eager pup out into the yard.

“I’m sorry, baby boy.” You cooed softly, “Go on. We’ll go for a run in a little bit.”

He ignored you, bounding excitedly into the backyard. You took a second to watch him zoom through the yard, racing from one end to the other.

Man, life must be good when you’re a dog.

You took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before releasing it—willing to stress away with it.

You couldn’t let her get to you.

You wouldn’t let her win.

It wasn’t comfortable for her either. You and Sebastian weren’t going out of your way to make her feel accommodated–you made dinner for two and ate it together, you planned outings that didn’t include her, watched movies in the common space, and had friends over.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t have other living arrangements. Her cousin lived not too far from here and sugar daddy owned a house a few blocks over.

The only reason she was staying here was to get under your skin.

She’d made that obvious within the first few hours of her stay.

You really had planned to go at it with niceties—kill her with kindness and all that but then she didn’t try to hide her distaste for you when she refused to shake your hand, instead eyeing it as if it was the literal scum on the bottom of her shoe. And then it was the looks–disapproving glares and judgmental once overs whenever you were in the same room. It wasn’t even forty eight hours before the comments started, snide remarks about your outfit, your hair, the amount of food you did or didn’t eat.

It had become downright unbearable to be in a room with her, especially alone.

Nothing she said ever truly bothered you. There was only one real reason a woman put another woman down; jealousy. She was obviously extremely threatened by you and insecure.

Still, it wasn’t something you should have to put up with in your own, albeit temporary, home.

The blatant disrespect and bullying.

Catalina was a child.

A spoiled, insecure brat.

Sebastian’s presence helped somewhat. At least when he was in the room she would act better and by better, she would ignore your presence completely.

You actually preferred that.

And if you were being completely honest, it was funny to watch her try and keep his attention when he only ever had eyes for you.

You were both gearing up to film so fortunately you weren’t home as often the past couple days but there were times when you wrapped up at work before Sebastian and found something to occupy your time to avoid returning home without him. Just yesterday you finished early and ended up hanging around his trailer until he was done. By the time you returned home it was well past eight and you were immediately bombarded by Catalina as soon as you stepped through the door.

“Finally! You are late.” Catalina beamed, shoulders straightening as she caught sight of Sebastian standing in the doorway behind you, “I’ve texted you a million times now, Sebby. I made you dinner.”

Never had you felt more invisible.

It was like you weren’t even standing there, she was looking right past you.

But it was probably a good thing, you supposed.

You felt Sebastian’s hand trail along your back, looping possessively around your waist to rest over your stomach. In that moment, you appreciated the way his body pressed against yours–grounding you and inadvertently including you in… whatever this was.

Finally her eyes flickered to you—only long enough to send a disgusted sneer in your direction.

Two could play that game. If she wanted to pretend you didn’t exist, you would too.

You leaned back into him, relishing in the warmth and comfort, and tipped your head back to shoot him a goofy, careless grin. One so full of love and adoration, that anyone with a pair of eyes could practically taste the sugary sweetness.

“Actually,” Sebastian dipped down to press a kiss to the top of your head and you didn’t miss the way Catalina’s eyes flashed with blatant anger, “Eli and Molly are picking up pizza for us.”

You had to swallow back a laugh. If it were anyone else, you’d feel bad but it wasn’t and she definitely didn’t deserve anything from him–not his time, not his attention, not his kindness.

Instead of brushing it off like a mature adult, she scoffed loudly, stomped her foot, and stormed off in the direction of the kitchen with her arms crossed over her chest and an ugly pout in her lips.

You turned in his arms as soon as she was out of your line of sight, “Pizza?” You snickered, your own arms wrapping around his neck as you lifted yourself up on your toes. “Does Eli know he’s supposed to pick that up?”

He threw his head back, not bothering to quiet his laugh as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you tighter against him. He fished his phone out of his back pocket with a goofy grin, “Let me just call him real quick.”

You giggled, lifting yourself up further to peck his lips a few times as he fumbled with his phone, trying to find the right contact and kiss you at the same time.

“Yeah, hey,” He paused to kiss you again, “Will you pick up some pizza on your way over?”

“It’s going to be a long fucking summer.” You mumbled to yourself. “God help us all.”

You turned, heading towards the kitchen because those dishes weren’t going to wash themselves and maybe a good, hard scrub would release some of this built up anger coursing through your blood.

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Doing the dishes hadn’t helped, not in the slightest. In fact, it made you feel worse.

You couldn’t for the life of you figure out why you didn’t just leave them for her to take care of. Now she would expect you to just do them from here on out.

You were enabling her that way. And now you wished you had put them in her room.

You were feeling extremely out of control with her around. Staying in that house with her was suffocating you.

You were constantly on edge.

You didn’t trust her.

Not with your things. Not with your life outside of the limelight.

What if she took a picture of you while you were sleeping? Or naked?

What if she was plotting against you?

She’d leaked her ex's nudes out of spite, who’s to say she wouldn’t do the same thing to you?

You hated that she had that much control over you—that you let her get under your skin like that.

Your thoughts had run rampant and they grew louder and more persistent with every heavy step. Running usually helped to clear your mind and you’d chosen this quiet, scenic route for you and Bentley for the sole reason of turning off your mind and finding some peace.

Instead you got the opposite.

Your body felt tense. Your head felt clouded. Your heart, physically heavy.

You took a sharp turn, cutting down a different path to head back in the direction of the main road. Maybe running through LA would serve as a good distraction. Your mind would not have much time to overthink if it was too busy trying to figure out all the different people you’d no doubt come across.

It probably wasn’t the safest idea to run along the road, especially on a hill but you figured it would be fine during broad daylight and you knew the area well enough to know it was fairly safe. You really didn’t have to worry for your safety until you were further into the city.

You used the down hill slope to your advantage, laughing breathlessly at the way Bentley’s face looked blown back against the wind. Finally, the adrenaline you’ve been searching for hit you full force.

And all you felt was relief.

A content smile bloomed across your face, a healthy flush blooming your cheeks. You pumped your arms harder and pulled your knees higher with every stride.

Everything we be okay. Everything-

A car honked, slowed to a stop across the street, and then your name was called.

You didn’t even have time to react, Bentley cut right in front of you to dart across the street and somehow your foot got caught in his leash. One minute you were upright, the next you were laying flat on your back with a dull throb in the back of your head and a sharp ache in your ankle.

“Oh my God.” You blinked up at the familiar figure hovering over you, cerulean eyes swarming with so much concern, “Baby, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

If you thought your head was fuzzy before, it was nothing compared to now.

Your name was called softly, “Hey,” A pair of warm big hands cupped your face, “Please, say something or I’m calling an ambulance.”

Finally you inhaled sharply and it was only then that you realized the air had been knocked from your lungs. You licked your lips, mouth suddenly feeling dry, “How are you here?” Your eyes flickered over Sebastian’s face, “Am I in heaven?”

Out of all the things that could’ve come out your mouth…

Fortunately, this earned you somewhat of a laugh. A chuckle at best. But not from the man kneeling over you.

“She makes jokes.” You tilted your head to the side to find Eli standing over Sebastian’s shoulders. “She looks fine to me.”

You moved to sit up and your boyfriend helped you with a steady hand on your back and the other on your elbow. Your vision swam a little and you pressed a hand to your head with a groan, “What are you doing here?”

“I tracked your location and figured you were on a run.” Sebastian shrugged his shoulders a little, his hands trailing over your shoulders and down your back. No doubt making sure you were okay for himself, that you didn’t have any serious cuts or scrapes that needed immediate medical attention “I was going to have Eli drop me off so I could join you. I should’ve called and warned you.”

The look on his face reminded you of a literal kicked puppy and your heart clenched painfully in your chest. He would definitely blame himself, he already was if the blatant guilt in his expression was any indication.

Trying hard to bite back a wince, you pulled yourself up on your knees and threw your arms over his shoulders, “It wasn’t your fault. You had no idea Bent would react like that.”

Your whole body tensed up and your head whipped frantically around, “Where is he?”

“He’s okay.” Eli spoke up, drawing your attention back to him and calming your racing heart, “I put him in the car.”

You slumped back into your boyfriend's arm with relief, burying your face in his chest. You felt like crying, you couldn’t even begin to describe how mortified you felt and you could only hope to God that no one saw you in this position.

“We should go.” It was as if he could read your mind, “Are you okay to stand?”

You weren’t sure but you nodded anyway. Your head, back, and ankle hurt so bad. All you wanted to do was crawl in bed, forget this day, and start over tomorrow.

Sebastian took your hands in his and helped you to your feet. Your entire body was trembling, the adrenaline from the run and then the fall finally wearing off. There was no hiding your pain when you went to take a step and your legs practically buckled.

“Woah.” Your lover caught you around the waist, pulling you protecticaly into his side, “What hurts?”

“My ankle.” You rolled your eyes, breathing out an annoyed huff at the pointed look he shot you, “And my head and back.”

He didn’t respond but instead scooped you up in his arms and checked for cars before crossing the street, “We’re going to an urgent care.”

“Seb-”

“Don’t argue with me.” He cut you off, tone final, “You scared the ever living shit out of me. You can’t even put weight on your ankle and you hit your head. You are going to get checked out.”

“I’m sure it’s just sprained or something.” You sighed, dropping your head against his shoulder. You were just tired, you wanted to go home and cuddle in your bed, not deal with doctors and the risk of people seeing you. “No big deal.”

“I don’t care.”

Eli pulled open the door as you approached the car and Sebastian slid into the backseat with you in his lap.

“This seems a little excessive.”

“Shut the fuck up, baby.” He hissed, pressing a hand to your head, guiding it back to rest on his shoulder, “Just humor me. Please.”

You relaxed back into his embrace with a dramatic sigh, “Fine.”

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By the time you returned home from urgent care the sun had long ago set and your stomach was protesting loudly.

“I can walk.” You grumbled to Sebastian when he appeared at your door.

“Just let me take care of you, baby.” He pleaded, eyes all soft and big, “You have a concussion and a broken ankle. Please.”

You sighed, relenting by wrapping your arms over his shoulders and holding on tight as he scooped you up in his arms. “It’s not broken. A stress fracture isn’t technically a break.”

“Yes it is.”

Eli unlocked and opened the door for him, holding it as you passed through with a tired smile.

“Thank you.” You offered softly, mirroring his smile, “Seriously. We appreciate you.”

“Of course.” He responded, “What are friends for?”

Sebastian chuckled lightly, “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

“Aw.” A sly grin split across Eli’s face, “Don’t get it all sappy on me now.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Your boyfriend laughed, shrugging as best he could with you in his arms, “Go on and get out of here. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course.” Eli hesitated by the door, one hand on the handle, “Are you guys sure you’re good? Do want me to pick you up some dinner?”

“Nah, man.” Sebastian smiled, shaking his head, “We’re just going to order something. Go home to your wife!”

“Okay.” He chuckled, “See ya tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

You both watched as he left, locking the door once he’d made it safely to his car.

“To bed with you.” Sebastian chuckled, tightening his arms around you as he began to make his way further into the house, “And then I’ll order some food. What you feel like having?”

You let your head rest against his shoulder, eyes heavy and head still pounding, “Something comforting and warm.”

“So,” He grinned, “Chinese?”

“Mhm.” You mumbled distractedly, finally taking notice of the silence and darkness that coated the entire house. Something you weren’t used to since the arrival of your unwelcomed guest. “Why is it so quiet in here? Where is she?”

“I sent her away.”

He said it so casually like it wasn’t that big of deal–like it probably didn’t take that much convincing.

“How?”

Sebastian didn’t respond right away, instead taking his time to flick the lights on in the master bedroom and then set you gently on the bed. He moved to gather a pair of pajamas and your fuzziest socks, “Do you want to shower?”

You looked at him like he’d grown two heads, “Sebastian.”

Finally, he turned to look at you, hands on hips and a tired look on his face, “I let her post about Monday.”

Your mouth opened and closed, “Like just for tonight?”

“No.” He approached you, setting the pjs on the end of the bed before taking your face in his hands, “My teams working out a schedule. She’s allowed to stay here every once in a while to make content to bait.” He brushed his thumb down your cheek, “And someone else will always be here when she is. You will never be alone with her.”

“How did you-”

“Know?” He interrupted softly, “She isn’t so quiet or sneaky. I’ve heard some of the stuff she’s said to you. It’s disgusting.”

“Thank you.” You leaned forward to rest your forehead against his, feeling nothing but relief. “Thank you so much for that.”

“I love you, baby.” He whispered, dipping down to press a soft kiss to your lips, “I want you to be comfortable in your own home and I couldn’t stand her being around either. I’m always going to put you first. I’m always going to have your back.”

“I love you.”

You shared one more tender kiss and a few quick pecks.

“Now,” He pulled back, wearing a lopsided grin, “How about a shower?”

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toreii · 8 months

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Lost in the Book with Stitch part 3

Disclaimer: This is a fan translation. I apologize for any mistakes. I’m by no means fluent in Japanese, but I try my best. Please, support the official translation when it comes out.

…The sound of waves?

What happened?

Uninhabited Island - Beach

Grim: “Funaa…..”

Grim: “Ngh……what happened…?”

Everyone: “Uugh…”

Azul: “Where…are we…?”

Jack: “It smells unfamiliar…”

Ace: “Ow…what happened?”

Riddle: “Grim’s weird book…ugh, I can’t remember.”

Floyd: “It sounds really familiar to me…”

Lilia: “What the, it’s so bright…”

Everyone: “…………”

Everyone: “WHAT ARE YOU WEARING!?”

Yuu:

“What happened to your clothes!?”

“That outfit suits you!”

Ace: “You’re one to talk! You’re in high spirits!”

Ace: “…Wait, I’m also dressed differently!?”

Riddle: “Jack, what’s with that flashy look? Sloppy. Fasten that shirt properly!”

Jack: “Riddle-senpai also looks risky! You even have flowers around your neck.”

Floyd: “Ahahahaha! Azul, those sunglasses are super suspicious! They really suit you.”

Azul: “I do not want to be told that by you. People avoid you when you look suspicious walking down the street.”* (T/N: I’m not sure about this second line.)

Lilia: “Wha, what happened…?”

Lilia: “Yuu! What’s going on with me right now? Am I at least cute!?”

Yuu:

“It’s rather cool.”

Lilia: “W-What the heck…this is a big deal. Will the course alter from here on out…?”

“It’s really cute.”

Lilia: “Well then! I’m relieved.”

Grim: “Why is everyone dressed like they’re having fun!?”

Grim: “Ace is more chatty than usual. You’re so cheeky!”

Ace: “Haa!? I’m not usually chatty!”

Ace: “I don’t want to be told that by some guy wearing a bright red, patterned shirt!”

Ace: “Look closely, Yuu and Grim. We stand out when we line up together.”

Jack: “Hey…we were all wearing uniforms up until a moment ago. When did we change clothes?”

Riddle: “Perhaps by someone’s magic. However, I don’t remember anyone casting magic.”

Floyd: “Aside from the clothes, where is this place?”

Floyd: “We were all in the library…”

Floyd: “…No matter how I see it, the sea is right in front of us, right?”

Azul: “That’s right…the scent and sound of the waves is unmistakable. It’s really the sea.”

Lilia: “This isn’t the shore of Sage’s Island, either.”

Lilia: “Look at the flora around you. The trees and grass are tropical.”

Ace: “That means…this isn’t even Sage’s Island let alone the library!?”

Jack: “How did our clothes and the place turn out like this? I’m lost.”

Floyd: “Uh-huh. The last thing I remember was Baby Seal-chan opening up the book with the mirror.”

Floyd: “The book suddenly flashed and was enveloped in light.”

Grim: “Yeah. It was really bright!”

Lilia: “It’s hard to believe, but…it seems that this whole situation is because of that mysterious book.”

Floyd: “So then, that means the book brought us to this place?”

Lilia: “I can’t think of anything else. It’s reasonable to think so.”

To be continued…

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst spoilers #lost in the book with stitch #translations not 100% accurate

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aristrocrat · 2 years

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Upside Down Feelings 2

Chapter Eight: The Mind Flayer

summary: y/n and steve come to a big realization and the gang gets to work on interrogating will

word count: 4000 ish idk for sure

tw: sexually suggestive language (but let’s be real— what else is new?)

“We have to be careful,” You whispered as you approached the fenced area surrounding the lab. “This place is well guarded. So if we see or hear-“

“Hello? Who’s there?!”

You blinked, feeling an air of familiarity in that voice. The kids hesitated. You and Steve marched on.

“Who’s there?!”

You finally broke through the trees, shining your lights on a stunned couple standing in front of the gate that led towards the facility.

“Steve?”

“Nancy?”

“Jonathan?”

“Y/N?!”

“What are you doing here?” Nancy shouted.

“What are you doing here?” You furrowed your brows.

“We’re looking for Mike and Will.”

“They’re not in there, are they?” Dustin questioned.

“We’re not sure,” Nancy blinked.

“Why-“

The screeches interrupted, so close now that they vibrated through your chest. You all took a closer look at the lab, seeing that the electricity had gone out and there was not a guard in sight. Even the creatures of the night stayed silent. It was so quiet it almost made you think you could hear a pin drop from a mile away.

“That’s why,” You breathed before looking back at Jonathan. “Remember the Demogorgon? Well, it seems to have a whole ass pack of Demogorgon dogs. They’re just as scary, a little quicker but not as strong. There’s a gross amount of them, too. And we think they’re in there.”

“Are you serious?!” His eyes widened.

“We’ve been trying to get in for a while now but the booth is abandoned and the electricity is out, so we can’t get the gate to open.”

“Can we climb over it?” You wondered, looking up to see the barbed wire at the top. “Oh, come on! There’s gotta be a way in. An emergency lever- A key- something!”

You walked past Nancy as Jonathan began asking the kids questions about his mother and brother. You snuck into the small room, looking around at everything. There were still plates of food and opened bottles of water sprawled about, something not usually seen in or around a military facility.

Another screech echoed through the dark. They must’ve deserted their post to go help with the dogs.

“Any luck?” Steve uttered from behind you, stepping into the space to try and help. “There’s a button over here.”

“Yeah, I saw that,” You sighed, finally taking a seat in the nearby chair. “I think we just have to wait it out. I doubt we’ll get anywhere without electricity.”

“But that could take forever-“

“Let me try,” Dustin came in. He pressed the button a few times before the power came back on throughout the entire facility and the gate began to open.

“I got it!”

“How the hell did you just..“ Your voice trailed off as you walked out to get a better view of the now lit up building.

“Nice! Let’s go!” Steve clapped as he jogged towards Jonathan’s car. You placed a hand on his chest to prevent him from moving past you. “What are you doing? We need to go.”

“He needs to go. There’s not enough room in the car for all of us,” You shook your head. “Jonathan is the only one that should go so that everyone can pile in.”

“Like hell I’m letting him walk into that murder house all by himself,” Nancy scoffed, already hopping into the passenger’s seat. “I’m coming too. Come on, Jonathan!”

She waved him over. He shot you an apologetic look before following behind her and driving off. The tone she used to talk to you ever since the argument was enough to make you want to pull your hair out. She was patronizing and rude. It was a common theme with her whenever she latched into another boyfriend: leaving everyone else’s feelings in the dirt to focus on her own.

“So, uh.. they’re, like, officially a thing now, huh?” Steve asked in a small voice. You turned to look at him with wide eyes. Your heart sank into your stomach as he followed the car with his sad eyes. Her latest and greatest victim. You sighed, walking up to him and leaning on the wall beside him.

“Yeah, it looks like it,” You sighed. He pursed his lips and nodded, keeping his gaze fixed on the ground. “How you holding up, buddy?”

He smiled and furrowed his brows before looking over at you.

“What?” You asked.

“Buddy?” He chuckled. “Jesus, what are you- my uncle? Might as well have called me Champ.”

“Fuck off! It sounded better in my head,” You laughed. “I don’t have a cool nickname for you like I do with my other friends.”

“Friends?” He finally looked into your eyes with an unreadable expression, which was odd. He was normally asking that same question with enthusiasm but this time he almost sounded upset. It could’ve just been because of Nancy, but the intensity of his stare made you nervous nonetheless.

“Yeah, I mean..” You swallowed. His big, brown eyes danced around your face, searching for the emotions hidden behind it. “Sure, I’ve kinda been a bitch to you. And you’ve kinda been a douche too. But we’re still friends.. right? Like we haven’t gone back to hating each other?”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Henderson,” He shook his head. “I never hated you.”

“Bullshit,” You smiled.

“No, I’m serious!” He laughed before shifting his attention to the flashlight in his hands. “Don’t get me wrong, when you stopped talking to me after that one summer, I was hurt and confused but.. I never hated you.”

You furrowed your brows, curious to see where he was taking this.

“I guess I just couldn’t understand why you actually followed through with the pact we made. Especially after everything we went through together. Then I started dating Nancy, and I found out that you were the one that hated me. I could never figure out why, though.”

He’d almost phrased it like a question, nonverbally pleading you to explain it to him. His candor took you aback. Out of all of the things he could possibly be worried about: Nancy, the lab, the Demodogs- he chose to concern himself with why you stopped speaking to him.

“I-.. uh..” You hesitated, letting out a nervous chuckle as you played with the ring around your finger. It was a topic you danced around because of the fact that it hit a nerve for both of you. “I guess I never did tell you why I stopped talking to you, did I?”

“Nope..” His gaze was fixed on his hands as he tossed and twirled the flashlight, catching it only to throw it up again.

“Well,” You sighed, feeling your stomach drop at the memory. “Remember how I was taking some upper level classes at the high school? And that first day of school, we’d agreed to meet up in the hallway so you could walk me to class?”

He nodded.

“So, um.. Carol got to me before you did, and-” His eyes snapped back up, attention solely on you. “A-And she told me that, uh… She basically told me that you were only with me because you pitied me. She said that you were so fed up with me that you’d started seeing her behind my back.”

“What?” He stood up straight and turned to look down at you. “And you believed her?”

“I mean, I was thirteen and vulnerable,” You shrugged. “Plus, I didn’t know her then. She seemed genuinely concerned for me. She apologized and gave me a hug. She was really convincing.”

“B-But you know that wasn’t true, right?” He asked. “Because I never-“

“Well, yeah! Now I do,” You laughed. He didn’t find this funny. “When I heard your little heartbreak spiel on the tracks earlier, I felt so stupid. This whole time I thought what she said was true, and it never even occurred to me to just ask you about it. When I started to apologize for breaking your heart earlier, I wanted to tell you about it but-“

“But that’s when monsters attacked,” He muttered before leaning back against the wall. “That bitch..”

“Such a bitch!” You agreed, leaning back beside him.

“That’s so weird to think about,” He shook his head. You hummed in response before he looked back down at you with a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. “I wonder where we’d be if she wouldn’t have intervened.”

The soft smiles on your faces melted as soon as those words fell from his mouth.

Together.

You both knew it.

There was not a doubt in either one of your minds that you’d still be in a relationship to date, not with the chemistry you shared. The romantic tension could be cut with a knife, and it seemed like everyone could sense it except for the two of you. It was almost as if at any given moment, one of you would finally cave in and kiss the other. Yet you both were completely and utterly oblivious. The arguments and the feigned hatred was just a means to convince yourselves that there was nothing between you anymore. But there was. It was just easier to pretend that there wasn’t.

You both knew exactly where you’d be had Carol not intervened.

Steve would’ve never batted an eye at any of the girls he’d gone out with. Nancy would’ve never broken his heart. He probably would’ve gotten into college with the help of your tutoring sessions. He’d be working to pay for your dates and showering you in gifts that you scolded him for getting.

One thing was for damn sure: his mixtape-making skills would’ve been at a much better than they were now.

And you wouldn’t be so afraid of love and vulnerability; it always felt so effortless with him. He brought out this side of you that, no matter how hard you tried to fight it, unarmed your defenses completely. You would’ve gone to every one of his basketball games and dragged him along to the countless amount of concerts you’ve gone to. You would’ve gotten to see the sweet relationship between him and your brother develop at a much younger age. Maybe even Dustin would’ve been different.

The whole trajectory of your lives would’ve been completely different had you just asked him about what Carol told you. Things would’ve been, dare you say, better. Simpler. Sweeter. Happier.

You both looked at each other with wide eyes and parted lips as if you were seeing the future you got robbed of. Of what could’ve been. Of what should’ve been. His eyes quickly glanced at your lips. If you blinked at the wrong time, you would’ve missed it. But you didn’t. You saw the fleeting thought.

He wanted to kiss you so badly that he couldn’t help but take a look down at your lips. He wondered what you tasted like. What those plump lips of yours would feel like against his own. It was impossible to look away from them now. He felt intoxicated by you, and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

He still wanted you.

You still wanted him.

“Steve?” You took a breath in, not quite knowing what was about to fall out of your mouth. He hummed know response. “If you still-“

“Guys?!” Max spoke in a concerned tone, snapping you both out of your trance. You quickly jumped away from each other, awkwardly clearing your throats and trying to hide the hot blush that now decorated your features. You walked over to see two cars quickly turn the corner, heading towards you with an anxiety-inducing speed. “Look out!”

You all ran out of the way before Jonathan drove past and Hopper’s police car stopped in front of you.

“Let’s go!” He waved you in.

“Come on,” Steve opened the door. “Go!”

You hopped in first to help the kids in quickly, pulling at their arms and settling them in before Steve jumped in behind you all. Hopper hit the gas pedal with force, sending you all flying back into your seats as he turned onto the main road.

———

You all rushed into the Byers’ house. You ushered the kids towards the kitchen and told them to take a seat in order to allow Jonathan to have a moment with his little brother. You took your place next to Steve beside the counter Hopper ordered you all to stay quiet as he made a call.

“On a scale to one and ten, how inappropriate would it be if I asked to sneak into another room to continue our conversation?” Steve whispered into your ear, his warm breath dancing on your skin.

“Twelve,” You smiled, making him roll his eyes playfully. “There’s not much else to talk about.”

“Oh, I beg to differ,” He let out a low chuckle, catching the eye of a few kids. You smiled before turning your back to them and narrowing your eyes at the brown eyed boy in front of you. “If I recall, you were about to ask me a question.”

“You need to stop,” You spoke in a hushed tone.

“Stop what?” He feigned innocence.

“You know what,” You lowered your tone to make sure only he could hear you. “This is not the place to talk about anything. Look around. Some of these people just watched other people get ripped to shreds. Others are concerned for the possessed boy lying on the couch. Drop it.”

“Okay, fine,” His eyes didn’t match his words. They traced every feature of your face, right down to the lips before they looked back into yours knowingly. He bit his lip to refrain from smiling. “I’ll stop.”

“Stop looking at me like that, Harrington.”

“Like what, Henderson?”

“Steve! I’m serious,” You frowned. God, you looked cute when you pouted like that. He raised his hands beside his head to show his innocence, pretending like he wasn’t thinking about how pretty his name sounded coming from your lips. He couldn’t help but wonder how many other ways he could make you say it. Moan it. Scream it.

“Everyone listen up!” Dustin ran out into the kitchen, slapping a book onto the table. You backed away from the flirtatious boy in front of you with a skeptical look before focusing on what the kids were saying. “I think we know what’s controlling Will.”

“It’s a monster from an unknown dimension,” Dustin explained. “It’s so ancient that it doesn’t even know its true home. Okay, it enslaves races of other dimensions by taking over their brains using its highly developed psionic powers.”

“It infected Will, meaning Will now has the inside scoop on the monster,” Mike explained. “And it’s connecting him to the tunnels, the monsters, everything!”

“Woah, slow down! Slow down!” Steve stepped forward.

“So the Shadow Monster’s inside of everything. And if the vibes feeling something like panic then so does Will.”

“And so does Dart,” Lucas added.

“So it’s kinda like a hive mind?” You chimed in.

“Yes! Exactly!”

“Hive mind?” Steve looked at you.

“A collective consciousness. It’s a super-organism,” You nodded as it clicked. “So this Shadow Monster is like the brain of the hive mind? Like the mind flayer from your game?”

“Bingo!” Dustin smiled as he showed you the page he was on.

“Wait, how’d you know what the mind flayer was?” Lucas looked at you with wide eyes.

“I’m dating the leader of the Hellfire Club,” You giggled. “You pick up a thing or two hanging around a Dungeon Master.”

“Dude, your sister just got like a million times hotter,” He turned to Dustin, earning a punch to the arm.

“Tell me about it,” Steve whispered into your ear, chuckling when you pushed him away with force. He didn’t miss the way your cheeks flushed at his words. You ignored the way your heart began to beat at an impossible race, forcing yourself to stay focused.

“Oh, my God, so none of this is real?!” Hopper groaned. “This is a kids’ game.”

“No, it’s a manual. And it’s not for kids. And unless you know something that we don’t, this is the best metaphor-“

“Analogy,” You corrected.

“Analogy..? That’s what you’re worried about?!” Dustin shouted before continuing. “Fine! An analogy for understanding whatever the hell this is.”

“Okay, so this mind flamer thing-“

“Flayer,” Dustin corrected. “Mind flayer.”

“What does it want?” Nancy finished.

“To conquer us, basically. It believes it's the master race.”

“Like uh- Like the Germans,” Steve offered.

“Uh, the Nazis?” Dustin deadpanned. “Yeah, if the Nazis were from another dimension.. then sure…”

“Ignore him. All that Farrah Fawcett spray is getting to his head,” You smirked. His eyes widened, taken aback by your quick remark. Those around you chuckled, making his cheeks turn bright red.

“Wha- Who? Me? I do not use-“

“EXCUSE ME! I’m still talking! Thank you!” Dustin interrupted, making the chief rub at his face with frustration. “It views other races, like us, as inferior to itself.”

“It wants to spread and take over other dimensions,” Mike chimed in.

“We are talking about the destruction of our world as we know it!”

“That’s great!” Steve began to pace as he ran his hand through his hair. “That’s great. That’s really great. Jesus..”

“So we kill the brain, we kill everything it controls,” You wrapped up.

“We win, theoretically,” Your brother nodded.

“Alright, great. So how do you kill this thing?” Hopper asked, grabbing the book from Nancy’s hands. “Shoot it with Fireballs or something?”

“No, no, no fire balls,” Dustin’s chuckles ceased as soon as he caught a glimpse of the chief’s cold glare. “Uh, you summon an undead army, uh, because… zombies, you know, they don’t have brains. And the mind flayer it-it.. it likes brains.”

“It’s just a game,” You sighed. “It’s our best explanation of what that thing is.”

“Okay, then what the hell are we doing here?” Hopper grumbled.

“I thought we were waiting for your military backup!” Dustin called.

“We are!”

“Even if they come, how are they gonna stop this? You can’t just shoot this with guns!” Mike shouted.

“You don’t know that! We don’t know anything!” Hopper raised his voice. It wasn’t clear who he was trying to convince.

“We know it’s already killed everybody in that lab!”

“And we know the monsters are gonna molt again!”

“And we know that it’s only a matter of time before those tunnels reach this town!”

“They’re right,” Joyce’s voice agreed from the hallway. You all fell silent at her appearance. “We have to kill it... I want to kill it.”

“Me, too. Me, too, Joyce, okay?” Hopper’s tone melted into a softer one. Reserved just for her, you assumed. “But how do we do that? We don’t exactly know what we’re dealing with here.”

“No, but he does,” Mike pointed at his unconscious friend. “If anyone knows how to destroy this thing, it’s Will. He’s connected to it. He’ll know its weakness.”

“What happened to not being able to trust him anymore?” You pressed, walking up to him.

“Yeah, you said he’s a spy for the mind flayer now,” Steve stepped forward.

“Yeah, but he can’t spy if he doesn’t know where he is,” Mike muttered before looking up at you.

“What do you mean by that, kid?”

“This is his home. He’ll know exactly-“

“No, he’s right,” You held your hand up, stopping the adults from continuing their comments, and looked at the boys. “What if we get everything out of the shed, cover all of the windows and cracks, and use lights to make it unrecognizable?”

“We could tie him to a post to keep him from running!” Dustin snapped his fingers

“And keep the sedation nearby just in case it gets out of hand,” Mike added. “Joyce, we need blankets, cardboard, tin foil!”

She stood up but you spoke up before she could leave.

“Okay, everyone else listen up!” You clapped your hands, walking back to the table. You took a seat as everyone piled back into the kitchen. “No one leave until I dismiss you. I need you to hear all of this. Phase one: Hop, you and Mike clear out the shed. Jonathan, go help your mom get supplies; we need hammers, nails, staplers, duct tape, and anything that you think will help.”

“Rope for tying!” Mike added.

“That too! Dustin, Lucas- you both need to find stuff that will help us disguise the shed. Dig in the trash and search through the things Hop and Mike throw out. We need shit to cover the walls- papers, wrappers, anything. And heaters if you can find them,” You ordered. “Max, look for some ammonia and cover one of their chairs with cardboard so that it’s completely unrecognizable. Nancy, Steve, and I will get started on covering the walls. We’ll work around Hop and Mike. Phase two: when everyone is done with the tasks I just assigned, we need all hands on deck in the shed. We need to cover every inch of that thing, got it?”

“Okay, then what?” Dustin voiced.

“We’ll tie Will down, someone will wake him up with the ammonia, and then we can start asking questions in the shed,” You explained. “We need the people he’s closest to. His family, his best friend, and maybe Hopper to do the hard work. Everyone else get your asses back in the house as soon as we’re done with the shed, got it?”

“Alright, you heard her! Let’s move, people!” Hopper clapped before everyone split up and got to work. Everyone executed your plan flawlessly and finished within the hour. Once everyone was finished, they took their positions in the shed or the house. You all waited for about fifteen minutes before the lights began to flicker. You quickly grabbed your bat and walked towards the door, but nothing happened. You sat back down beside your brother in silence before Hopper burst in to write some morse code, claiming that Will was using it to communicate.

“H-E-R-E,” He spelled out. “Will’s still in there. He’s talking to us. The stories are working.”

“I’ll grab my radio,” Jonathan muttered.

“I’ll grab his walkie so I can transmit his morse code to you,” He told Dustin.

“Wh- I don’t know morse code that well!”

“I do,” You shook your head. “Nance, you wanna write it down as I say it?”

She nodded.

When everyone got back into place, you took a spot over Dustin’s shoulder, reading off the letters as he wrote them.

“C … L … O …” Nancy scribbled away as you spoke. “S …”

You continued on until the words CLOSE GATE were written on the cardboard in front of her.

“Close gate?-“

The phone began ringing, making you all gasp. Dustin answered it and quickly ended it. It rang again only to have Nancy disconnect it and throw it across the room. You all looked at one another with wide eyes, all breathing hard as your lungs tried to keep up with your racing hearts.

“Do you think he heard that?” Max voiced.

“It’s just a phone. It could be anywhere,” Steve turned to you. “Right?”

“No, no, no, no,” You muttered. “The brain recognizes even the smallest, most insignificant things about your home. Every smell, every sound, every-“

A screech in the distance interrupted you. You grabbed your bat before you all looked out of the front window.

“That’s not good..” Dustin muttered.

“Hey!” Hopper shouted with two large guns in his hands. “Hey, get away from the windows! Do any of you know how to use this?”

“Nancy does!” You offered, grabbing the gun from his hands and tossing it to her. She caught it, prepping it as you and Steve pressed against one another, ready to use your bats. The screeching grew closer as footsteps scurried outside of the door.

“Where are they?!” Max breathed.

“Shh!” You hushed her. The growling was now loud enough to rattle the windows. You all waited before there was a large thud against the other corner of the house. You all gasped and turned towards it. “Get behind me.”

“What are they doing?” Nancy wondered out loud. Another large snarl came from the direction you all originally faced, making you all jump towards it. A series of groaning, screeching, and thuds erupted around you all as you waited in anticipation for a battle.

“I think there’s something else out there-“ You began before a Demodog launched through the window. You all screamed as its lifeless body landed in front of you. Hopper slowly approached.

“Holy shit.”

“Is it dead?”

Hopper kicked it gently. Nothing happened. The door creaked behind you all and you watched the lock turn. You held up your weapons once again before a familiar girl appeared before you all. Her hair was longer than before, slicked back to reveal her bloody nose and dark makeup. You all looked in awe, feeling goosebumps raise on your arms and legs at the girl standing in the entryway.

El was back.

Chapter Nine ->

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