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gay-dorito-dust · 6 months
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Hi! Is it possible for you to write something about Tomas with a very blushy s/o? Like they tend to blush or fluster easily and he pokes fun at them even though he's lowkey the same way.
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This was…something that kinda went off request. (Is this OOC Smoke? idk you tell me.)
Tomas didn’t mean to take advantage of how easily you fluster but how could he not when you looked so cute with wide doe eyes that adamantly avoided making contact with his, whilst your hands reached up to cover your heated cheeks out of embarrassment, your voice pleading with him to stop his constant teasing. However You never made it easy for Tomas even in the slightest as he would always end up reaching a hand out to lift your head up by the chin so you were forced to look him in the eyes, using his other hand to remove your own from your face, just to add onto the teasing fun by saying; ‘are you flustered?’ Whilst his eyes engaged in every reaction you gift him.
He’d then gasps, ‘oh you are!’ He coos. ‘Dear gods and here I thought you couldn’t get anymore adorable, you, my beloved always end up proving me wrong like always.’ He’d finish whilst receiving a huge power trip from how you’d weakly try to push against his strong chest to create some distance between the two of you, only for him to cage you in his strong arms and hold you against it instead, smiling dopily underneath his mask, a side effect you’ve had on him for a long while now but he wouldn’t want it any other way. ‘Tomas. Stop.’ You’d whine, burying your head into his chest to hide away from him, feeling all sheepish and squirmy beneath his gaze, cheeks still uncomfortably warm from the previous bouts of teasing.
‘Sorry sweetheart but no can do, you’re reactions only encourage me into teasing you even more.’ Tomas said cheekily as he nuzzles his face against your head, tightening his grip on you slightly when he felt you attempt an break out, wanting to keep you caged to his chest forever if possible. ‘You honestly have no idea what you do to me my love but,’ Tomas then moved his head to be level with your ear, you didn’t need to see his mouth to know there was a mischievous smirk because you could feel it through the mask, plus the way his eyes would reflect that same mischief didn’t make matter better either; ‘I’m sure we can find a more intimate way that’ll spell it out loud and clear for everyone to hear just how bad the effect you have on me.’ You felt your whole body heat up at the insinuation as you then smacked Tomas lightly on the bicep.
‘Behave yourself, we’re in public.’ You hissed as you looked at him, conscientious of the possibility that someone, god forbid that someone be Bi-Han, Kuai Liang or even worse both of them, overhearing this and making their own assumptions. Tomas on the other hand couldn’t help but find some form of humour in your furrowed brows and pouty lips; to him, you looked like a child on the verge of throwing a tantrum if he didn’t give you what you want. ‘I’m not the one who’s got their head in the gutter though am I?’ He retorts as your left once again huffing, you were staring to understand why he enjoyed poking fun at you from time to time, you fell into his traps so seamlessly that he didn’t have to do too much because you already did that for him and for that you condemn yourself.
‘It’s not my fault that you word certain phrases into making me think those types of things, and besides I’m very much aware of how…vocal you can be during our more intimate moments.’ You said with a suggestive smile, batting your eyes at him for added effect as it was you who watched as Tomas swallowed thickly and continued to watch as his eyes grew wide as your ears could pick up the distinct hitch in his breath, along with the way his hands gripped your waist tightly. It was entertaining in seeing how quickly Tomas went from cocky to flustered with a few purposely placed words strung together; When he didn’t responded after a while you reached your hands to hold his face, allowing for your thumbs to gently caresses the parts that his mask couldn’t quite cover.
‘What’s wrong Tomas, you seem a little speechless.’ You said with fake worry as you brought your face closer to his so he could see the smirk growing across your face. ‘Cat got your tongue, pretty boy?’ You added with a whisper, not bothering to hide your amusement at the sudden change of your dynamic as you the pulled yourself away from him and out of his grasp as you walked away, looking back to see him still frozen to the spot you’ve left him in, before rapidly blinking his eyes when they cast their gaze on you with a unfamiliar look, which resulted in your cheeks becoming warm once more but you managed to bypass it in order to give Tomas a warning for the future. ‘Two can play at this game my sweet and we can go at it all night if that’s what you wish.’ You finished with a wink.
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ichijager13 · 1 year
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Make it up for you
Summary:  After a heated fight, Eren leaves your shared apartment. when he comes back he makes a hell of an apology.
A/N: I’m in love with an imaginary man and he’s making me raising my standards to unreasonable limits sometimes. This is selfindulgent and I’m crying because I know I’ll never have something like this with him. *Sniff sniff*
“Because I fucking told you not to do it”. he yelled punching the wall behind you. “I asked you not to interfere”. you jolted eyes widening and tears threatening to start streaming down your face. Realizing he scared you off, he quickly backs away. You remain there pressed against the wall in a state of stupor. Eren was normally a calm and put-together person. For you to see him like this was quite shocking. You try to get a hold of yourself, take a deep breath and calm down. You walk towards him reaching your hands to him but before you get close enough, he grabs his jacket and storms out of the house slamming the door behind him.
“Eren wait”. You press your trembling hands against your mouth as you fall to your knees crying.
Eren’s relationship with his father and older brother has always been complicated. You chose to stay out of it since the beginning. But that night when Carla called you on the verge of breaking down and told you about what happened during Eren’s last visit and asked for your help to get things fixed between the two siblings you couldn’t turn your back to her.
“Stay out of it”. he simply said wearing a stern look when you tempted to talk some sense into him. but you thought you were doing the right thing. You thought that by inviting Sieg for dinner, things would get better. You pick up your phone and type a text message but then delete it. if he wants some space to clear his thoughts then you’ll give it to him, even if it’s killing you.
With your sobs calmed, you open your laptop trying to finish your next week’s assignment but you are too distracted to focus on what you were reading. You clench your eyes shut trying to sort out your thoughts but when you remember how hard his eyes were and the violence of his actions your tears start falling all over again. You put down your computer, bring your legs against your chest and sit on your couch sobbing quietly.
You have never seen him this angry in the two years you lived together under the same roof. He has always been nice-tempered and easygoing. You were still in your place when you heard the door crack open. You hug yourself tighter making yourself smaller. Your heart starts pounding and your breath catches when you hear his footsteps approaching. You quickly hide your face not wanting to get a glimpse of his angry expression.
“Hey love, I’m sorry for…”. You crawl to the far side of the couch when you feel the dip in the couch next to you. Eren sighs before speaking again. “I screwed up earlier and I’m sorry”. Getting no reaction from you he added. “It’s not your fault, you thought you were doing the right thing”. He ran a nervous hand through his hair pushing back the strands that framed his forehead. “I shouldn’t have shouted and gotten angry at you”. he placed a hand on your knee. “I’m truly sorry for scaring you”. his voice was filled with genuine guilt. He tried to draw you closer but you nudge his hand the moment it brushed your body. You remain there still for a few minutes before he goes out to the balcony to smoke. You stand up and go to your bedroom, slip into your pajama and hide under the bedsheets. You can’t help but start crying when you hear him closing the balcony door and getting into the bedroom. He undresses silently before he takes place beside you. The smell of cigarettes tickles your nose so you bury your face in your pillow.
He can hear you sniffing and it pains him to know that it’s his fault. When your breathing seems to calm down a bit; he scoops you closer spooning you. You feel his muscled biceps tightening around your shaking body. “I apologize for earlier my love”. He breathes against your skin. “I shouldn’t have reacted that way”. He littered your neck with light pecks. “It won’t happen again, I promise”. His hand slipped under your tank top and started drawing mindless patterns. “Please love, forgive me for scaring you like that”. His lips were ghosting your ear shell as he continued to apologize and express his regrets. “I love you”. he whispered nibbling your lobe.
You slowly roll on your side so you could face him. “I’m sorry, I wanted to fix things between you two. I didn’t mean to upset you”. you are stumbling over your words breathing hastily. His calloused hands run up and down your back trying to comfort you.
“It’s alright, it’s not your fault”. He whispers brushing away your tears. “Please, I hate to see you cry”. He pleads before capturing your trembling lips. he continues kissing you until you stop crying. “I love you, my sweet angel”. his words feel like a warm shale wrapped around your soul. you cup his jaw and caress it gently.
“I love you”. you speak voice still quivering from how long you cried. Your lips connect again in a messy and needy make-out. One of your hands slides along his bare chest following the lines of his lean figure. He tilted your face to deepen the kiss before sucking on your lower lip causing a deep moan to escape from you.
“This is the first and the last time I do something like this”. He let out. his voice was husky and filled with urgent need. Bringing your gaze to his, you are met with dark and hungry eyes. Your eyes squeeze shut when he presses his center to yours and starts rolling his hips slowly. “I’ll never scar you like that again”. His hands were molding the fat of your thighs. He is breathing hard and you feel his heartbeat accelerating under your hand. “Let me make it up for you”. he mumbles as his finger hook on your waistband. “Can I?” he asks for your consent before he tugs at it dragging your shorts and underwear along your legs when a shaky yes drops from your lips. you let your head fall back as his fingers go up your legs and brush your inner thighs. “Keep looking at me”. he orders you while massaging your heated entrance. “Wanna see your face shift as I make you forget about earlier”. His middle and index trace the contour of your wet lips and clit before he inserts them inside of you. he groans as your warm gummy walls suck his long digits in. the wet sounds that result from his thrusts make him lose the last threat of sanity he had left in him. he continues stimulating your hungry core as his other hand strip you from your top. His eyes are fixed on your breasts as they bounce while you grind against his hand.
“Eren”. You whine when his mouth closes around your hard nipple.
He catches your hand before it reaches his throbbing shaft. “It’s about you tonight. I’ll take care of that later”. He brought back his mouth to your breasts. He continues massaging your clit with his thumb as his fingers pick up the pace. They go deeper, curling and brushing all your weak spots. Your back is arching underneath him and you are fisting the bedsheets trying to hold on to something. Feeling it’s not enough, you dig your nails into his strong back making him growl. When he feels you clenching around him, he looks up and watches your fucked up face as he makes you reach your peak. “Gorgeous”. He caresses your face flashing you a wide and satisfied grin. “So fucking gorgeous”. He rumbles going down leaving a trail of openmouthed kisses along your body. You gasp and buck your hips when you feel his breath between your legs. He looks up at you slowly dragging his tongue across his lips before he disappears between your burning thighs. He grabs them and parts them further giving him a full view of the mess he made with his digits. He darts his tongue licking your liquids and humming. “And tastes so sweet”. He grits as his wet muscle play with your folds. By the time he pulls away, you are a whimpering and overstimulated mess.
“Eren, enough”. You cried feeling him massaging your intimate part. “Can’t, mmhm, too much”. You slur drunk on what he has been doing to you for the past couple of hours.
“But I’m not done yet”. He pouted bringing his lips against your ear. “I haven’t fucked you yet, I need you to cum on my cock love”. his words made your brain go blank. No matter how many times you had him like this your body always reacts strongly to him. he could fuck you stupid every day and you’d still be a feverish panting mess before he’s even done with you.
“Then quit teasing”. You plead. “Please Eren, I’m tired”. Hearing the magic word, he slammed himself inside of you. you screamed in surprise and pain. With each thrust, he got you stuttering and chanting his name unable to form any intelligible words. He continues moving inside of you even after he cums because he just can’t get enough of the filthy noises you and your cunt are making. When he finally drags his sex out of you, you can barely lift your eyes and look at him when he calls your name.
“So fucked up you can’t even speak huh”. He teases before brushing his lips against your puffy and sensitive ones. “Are you still upset with me?” He asks as he covers your intertwined bodies with a blanket. You slowly shake your head nuzzling his neck. “Good, I can’t go to sleep knowing we’re on bad terms”. He whispers pecking your forehead. “Sleep tight, my angel”. He speaks softly feeling your regular breathing and your body still against his.
“Because I fucking told you not to do it”. he yelled punching the wall behind you. “I asked you not to interfere”. you jolted eyes widening and tears threatening to start streaming down your face. Realizing he scared you off, he quickly backs away. You remain there pressed against the wall in a state of stupor. Eren was normally a calm and put-together person. For you to see him like this was quite shocking. You try to get a hold of yourself, take a deep breath and calm down. You walk towards him reaching your hands to him but before you get close enough, he grabs his jacket and storms out of the house slamming the door behind him.
“Eren wait”. You press your trembling hands against your mouth as you fall to your knees crying.
Eren’s relationship with his father and older brother has always been complicated. You chose to stay out of it since the beginning. But that night when Carla called you on the verge of breaking down and told you about what happened during Eren’s last visit and asked for your help to get things fixed between the two siblings you couldn’t turn your back to her.
“Stay out of it”. he simply said wearing a stern look when you tempted to talk some sense into him. but you thought you were doing the right thing. You thought that by inviting Sieg for dinner, things would get better. You pick up your phone and type a text message but then delete it. if he wants some space to clear his thoughts then you’ll give it to him, even if it’s killing you.
With your sobs calmed, you open your laptop trying to finish your next week’s assignment but you are too distracted to focus on what you were reading. You clench your eyes shut trying to sort out your thoughts but when you remember how hard his eyes were and the violence of his actions your tears start falling all over again. You put down your computer, bring your legs against your chest and sit on your couch sobbing quietly.
You have never seen him this angry in the two years you lived together under the same roof. He has always been nice-tempered and easygoing. You were still in your place when you heard the door crack open. You hug yourself tighter making yourself smaller. Your heart starts pounding and your breath catches when you hear his footsteps approaching. You quickly hide your face not wanting to get a glimpse of his angry expression.
“Hey love, I’m sorry for…”. You crawl to the far side of the couch when you feel the dip in the couch next to you. Eren sighs before speaking again. “I screwed up earlier and I’m sorry”. Getting no reaction from you he added. “It’s not your fault, you thought you were doing the right thing”. He ran a nervous hand through his hair pushing back the strands that framed his forehead. “I shouldn’t have shouted and gotten angry at you”. he placed a hand on your knee. “I’m truly sorry for scaring you”. his voice was filled with genuine guilt. He tried to draw you closer but you nudge his hand the moment it brushed your body. You remain there still for a few minutes before he goes out to the balcony to smoke. You stand up and go to your bedroom, slip into your pajama and hide under the bedsheets. You can’t help but start crying when you hear him closing the balcony door and getting into the bedroom. He undresses silently before he takes place beside you. The smell of cigarettes tickles your nose so you bury your face in your pillow.
He can hear you sniffing and it pains him to know that it’s his fault. When your breathing seems to calm down a bit; he scoops you closer spooning you. You feel his muscled biceps tightening around your shaking body. “I apologize for earlier my love”. He breathes against your skin. “I shouldn’t have reacted that way”. He littered your neck with light pecks. “It won’t happen again, I promise”. His hand slipped under your tank top and started drawing mindless patterns. “Please love, forgive me for scaring you like that”. His lips were ghosting your ear shell as he continued to apologize and express his regrets. “I love you”. he whispered nibbling your lobe.
You slowly roll on your side so you could face him. “I’m sorry, I wanted to fix things between you two. I didn’t mean to upset you”. you are stumbling over your words breathing hastily. His calloused hands run up and down your back trying to comfort you.
“It’s alright, it’s not your fault”. He whispers brushing away your tears. “Please, I hate to see you cry”. He pleads before capturing your trembling lips. he continues kissing you until you stop crying. “I love you, my sweet angel”. his words feel like a warm shale wrapped around your soul. you cup his jaw and caress it gently.
“I love you”. you speak voice still quivering from how long you cried. Your lips connect again in a messy and needy make-out. One of your hands slides along his bare chest following the lines of his lean figure. He tilted your face to deepen the kiss before sucking on your lower lip causing a deep moan to escape from you.
“This is the first and the last time I do something like this”. He let out. his voice was husky and filled with urgent need. Bringing your gaze to his, you are met with dark and hungry eyes. Your eyes squeeze shut when he presses his center to yours and starts rolling his hips slowly. “I’ll never scar you like that again”. His hands were molding the fat of your thighs. He is breathing hard and you feel his heartbeat accelerating under your hand. “Let me make it up for you”. he mumbles as his finger hook on your waistband. “Can I?” he asks for your consent before he tugs at it dragging your shorts and underwear along your legs when a shaky yes drops from your lips. you let your head fall back as his fingers go up your legs and brush your inner thighs. “Keep looking at me”. he orders you while massaging your heated entrance. “Wanna see your face shift as I make you forget about earlier”. His middle and index trace the contour of your wet lips and clit before he inserts them inside of you. he groans as your warm gummy walls suck his long digits in. the wet sounds that result from his thrusts make him lose the last threat of sanity he had left in him. he continues stimulating your hungry core as his other hand strip you from your top. His eyes are fixed on your breasts as they bounce while you grind against his hand.
“Eren”. You whine when his mouth closes around your hard nipple.
He catches your hand before it reaches his throbbing shaft. “It’s about you tonight. I’ll take care of that later”. He brought back his mouth to your breasts. He continues massaging your clit with his thumb as his fingers pick up the pace. They go deeper, curling and brushing all your weak spots. Your back is arching underneath him and you are fisting the bedsheets trying to hold on to something. Feeling it’s not enough, you dig your nails into his strong back making him growl. When he feels you clenching around him, he looks up and watches your fucked up face as he makes you reach your peak. “Gorgeous”. He caresses your face flashing you a wide and satisfied grin. “So fucking gorgeous”. He rumbles going down leaving a trail of openmouthed kisses along your body. You gasp and buck your hips when you feel his breath between your legs. He looks up at you slowly dragging his tongue across his lips before he disappears between your burning thighs. He grabs them and parts them further giving him a full view of the mess he made with his digits. He darts his tongue licking your liquids and humming. “And tastes so sweet”. He grits as his wet muscle play with your folds. By the time he pulls away, you are a whimpering and overstimulated mess.
“Eren, enough”. You cried feeling him massaging your intimate part. “Can’t, mmhm, too much”. You slur drunk on what he has been doing to you for the past couple of hours.
“But I’m not done yet”. He pouted bringing his lips against your ear. “I haven’t fucked you yet, I need you to cum on my cock love”. his words made your brain go blank. No matter how many times you had him like this your body always reacts strongly to him. he could fuck you stupid every day and you’d still be a feverish panting mess before he’s even done with you.
“Then quit teasing”. You plead. “Please Eren, I’m tired”. Hearing the magic word, he slammed himself inside of you. you screamed in surprise and pain. With each thrust, he got you stuttering and chanting his name unable to form any intelligible words. He continues moving inside of you even after he cums because he just can’t get enough of the filthy noises you and your cunt are making. When he finally drags his sex out of you, you can barely lift your eyes and look at him when he calls your name.
“So fucked up you can’t even speak huh”. He teases before brushing his lips against your puffy and sensitive ones. “Are you still upset with me?” He asks as he covers your intertwined bodies with a blanket. You slowly shake your head nuzzling his neck. “Good, I can’t go to sleep knowing we’re on bad terms”. He whispers pecking your forehead. “Sleep tight, my angel”. He speaks softly feeling your regular breathing and your body still against his.
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bluesfortheredj · 2 years
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Request: part 2 to this.
“Billy, stop!” you implore as he walks into your outstretched arm, “Billy!”
He ignores your pleading words and continues walking straight ahead without so much as a glance in your direction as he shoves your arm down out of his way. The man in front starts to edge backwards, seeing the pure fiery rage in Billy’s eyes as he strides towards him with renewed purpose.
“Say. That. Again,” Billy demands, his voice stern yet quiet.
“I… I didn’t… it wasn’t...” the man stutters nervously as he gets stared down.
“I said say. That. AGAIN.”
Even you cower a little at the last word being shouted, and you know nothing good is going to come of this situation, but all you can do is watch and wait. Billy was the wrong person to pick a fight with, and soon enough this guy would know not to make this mistake again.
“I said nice legs,” he finally whimpers in reply.
“You think that’s acceptable?” Billy asks, stepping forwards until he’s almost chest to chest with the man, “you think it’s okay to say that to another man’s girl?”
“N… no… not at all…”
“Then why do it?”
“I don’t know… It was stupid… I’m sorry man, I’m sorry!”
Within seconds Billy’s fists have taken over any conversation they were having, and after what seems like an age but must have only been a minute or so, you have to intervene. First you place one hand on his back, then the other on his upper arm, but as soon as you get near enough to beg for him to stop he lets out an almighty growl and pulls his arms back with such a force that it knocks you onto your back on the ground. Everything seems to happen in slow motion as Billy realises what he’s done and the man is free to stumble to his feet and run as fast as he can as Billy’s attention turns to you.
“I didn’t realise it was you… baby, I’m so sorry,” he whispers hoarsely as he kneels down next to you, “are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” you sigh, taking his hand as he helps you to sit up, “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? I swear I didn’t know it was you, I’m so sorry.”
The man who had just beat the crap out of some stranger for catcalling you was now on the verge of tears at the thought of hurting you and you look at his heartbroken face; the roller-coaster of emotions he’d just been through jolting through his body like a bolt of lightning. He was a troubled soul, there was no other way of putting it, but deep, deep down inside him was a frightened boy who craved love and affection, and you understood the real him. His worst fear was becoming his father and being violent to those he loved, so you knew just how much this was tearing him up inside.
You rest your forehead against his, “it’s okay Billy, I know you didn’t mean to.”
Your eyes glance to the hand of his that you’re holding and you can see droplets of blood on his knuckles from the fight only moments ago. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him like this, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but it never got any easier to witness him in the violent and angry state he got himself in to.
“Let’s just go home,” you say quietly as you lean back.
“We can still make the film, it’s not too late.”
“Maybe we should give it a miss,” you suggest as your eyes travel down to his blood stained hands.
He follows your gaze and snatches his hand away quickly, “I can clean up in the bathroom, come on, please, I don’t want to ruin everything tonight.”
You can see the hurt in his eyes at the thought of upsetting you further and you acquiesce with a smile, “okay, come on then.”
His lips move into a wide grin and he jumps up from the ground before helping you to your feet, then slings his arm around your shoulders and guides you into the mall as you’d originally planned not so long ago. He lights up a cigarette with his free hand, making sure to blow the smoke away from your direction when he exhales, and you lean into him a little more as you snake your arm under his leather jacket and around his waist.
“I’ll get the tickets while you clean up,” you announce when you get to the second level.
Your hand begins to slide away from him but he gently grabs onto your wrist before it disappears completely and stubs out his cigarette on the floor, “one second,” he exhales the last of the smoke then pulls you in and kisses your lips, “I’m sorry.”
You smile as he leans away, “I know. I love you.”
“You too baby.”
He walks away and as you turn to head towards the cinema you spot Steve with another one of his lady friends, “Steve!” you call out as you jog over to them, “so good to see you!”
You hug him and he whispers in your ear, “save me!”
“Aren’t you opening up Scoops tomorrow? Better not stay out too late,” you advise, helping him to grab an excuse to leave early.
“Oh… yeah! I completely forgot about that. Shit, maybe we won’t have time for the film,” he sighs, looking at the girl next to him.
“Well well well, if it isn’t good hair Harrington…” Billy mocks as he comes up beside you and places a possessive arm around your neck.
“Billy! Such a shame you can never seem to wear a shirt that fits,” he retorts, looking down towards the expanse of bare chest your boyfriend had on show.
He smirks at his comment, “it’s okay, Steve, I know it can be intimidating to see such a fine specimen of a man before you.”
You shake your head, “right, we’re going to be even later than we were before if we don’t get a move on,” you point out as you place a hand on his exposed chest and turn in to him, “let’s leave Steve and his lady friend to their evening.”
“(Y/N), are you okay?” Steve asks with a frown.
“Yeah, why?” you question, turning to face Steve.
“You’ve got blood on the bottom of your top.”
You let go of Billy and grab onto your t-shirt, pulling the hem round until you spot the blood that had stained part of it, “oh shit.”
Billy hides a gasp as he realises it must have been from when he accidentally pushed you over, and he quickly shrugs his jacket off to cover your back and leads you back towards the stairs.
“(Y/N), what-”
“Leave it, Harrington,” Billy snaps.
“Billy, it’s okay,” you smile, trying to put his mind at ease, “I didn’t even feel it!”
“It’s not okay,” he huffs, “not okay at all.”
“It is!” you protest, “please, Billy, let’s just go and see the movie like-”
“I can’t!” he almost shouts as you get outside the mall.
He stops in his tracks and paces around in a circle as he runs his hand down his face in an exasperated manner, “I can’t sit there knowing that you’re injured because of me,” he states calmly, “I just can’t do it. I need to get you home and I need to take a look at what I’ve done.”
“You didn’t do anything.”
“We’ll agree to disagree on that one,” he frowns, “come on, we’re going home.”
You give in and follow him to the car, then sit in silence as he drives you back to yours where he now spent the majority of his time. It was quite nice that he referred to it as home, as he deserved a place to call that and it was even better that it was with you. He opens the car door for you when you arrive then gestures for you to step in before him, and when you get to the bedroom he’s quick to lift his jacket from you followed by your t-shirt.
“Oh baby,” he sighs sadly, his fingertips tracing a faint line around the graze that had appeared on your lower back, “lay down on the bed.”
You do as he says while he disappears to the bathroom for some antiseptic and something to cover the wound with, and you give him a soft smile as you lay on your front looking towards the door when he comes back in. He pauses, leaning on the door frame as he takes in the sight of you smiling up at him, but his initially tender gaze turns into one of despair as soon as his eyes travel down your body to the deep red wound just above your waistband. He sighs quietly as he steps towards you and kneels at the side of the bed, placing the first aid kit down on the floor next to him before moving in and kissing your lips softly. A line of tender open mouthed kisses are carefully placed along your shoulder and down your side until he reaches your injury where he places one final one just above it.
“This is going to sting,” he warns, opening up the kit and getting the antiseptic out, “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you breathe, turning your head away so he can’t see your face.
He can feel your body tense up as he wipes over the graze to clean it, and he can’t help but grimace as the blood gets soaked up onto the cotton wool ball, “I’m sorry,” he repeats as he gets a clean ball and starts again.
“Stop saying sorry,” you mumble.
Billy goes quiet as he patches you up and secures a large dressing in place, then he quickly disposes of the bright red evidence of your wound as you sit up with a deep breath.
“That wasn’t so bad,” you try to reassure him, linking an arm through his as he sits down next to you.
He shakes his head from side to side slowly, “I don’t deserve you.”
“Billy, please,” you whisper, placing a hand on his far cheek and gently turning his head to face you, “stop blaming yourself. You are not your father.”
His gaze moves up from your chest to your eyes at the last sentence and you can see the relief in his face at hearing those words, “I love you,” he whispers.
It’s as if the air has been knocked out of your lungs as the words you never thought you’d hear flow past his lips, and you quickly say them back before wrapping your arms around his muscular shoulders and holding him tight.
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abboutross · 10 days
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Anywhere u go - part three
Author’s note: I’m really sorry to the ones who wanted a cute, drama-free teen lovers story - but we don’t have that in store 😔✊🏻 I’m so excited to see your reactions to this one! Things are heating up 🤭 This part is 100% drama, chaos and tears
wc: 2775 words - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated
Part one, two, four, five, six
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It’s Friday night and you’re getting ready for Matty’s party. Molly met you at your place to help you picking up an outfit, you need to make sure you look your best - you want to look good (for Ross).
When you and Molly were ready to leave, your parents were waiting for you to ask you to behave and to be careful around older people, specially boys. You made your promises, saying you were going to behave and would not leave Molly’s side, not even for a second the whole night - nobody needs to know that you were crossing your fingers to have some alone time with Ross.
When you two arrive at Matty’s house, the music is blasting out of the windows, you could even hear it loud and clear in the middle of the street.
Adam sees you first, and runs to you to lecture Molly on how both of you need to behave and stay out of trouble. Molly rolls her eyes and pulls your hand to go meet Matty. He’s surrounded by a bunch of people you never saw in your life, they were taking shots and Matty was smoking something that didn’t looked like a regular cigarette.
“Hey, Y/N, Molly! My favourite guests!! Hellooooo” - he goes to hug you, and his breath smells like pure alcohol, you could throw up by just being near him.
“You two just got here now? The party is heating up! Come, I have something for you to drink” - he grabs your hands and takes you to a table full of bottles. He mixes two different drinks and hands them for you to take. You’re not sure if you should even taste what’s in the cup, what happened to feeling brave and invincible?
Molly senses you regretting even showing up to the party, and just encourages you to try something new.
“Come on Y/N, we’re in this together, aren’t we? We are almost 16, we are in our experiment era! Let’s drink it together and find out what happens” - she winks at you and grabs your hand while both of you drink all the content that’s in your cup in a row.
And the rest is pure chaos in your mind. You don’t even know how you got to this point, but you remember drinking a lot of shots with George, you made a toast with Matty, shared cups with strangers, and now you feel like shit. The burning in your throat is unbearable, you feel dizzy, your vision is blurry, and you desperately need to pee. You don’t know where Molly is anymore - last time you saw her, she was in the couch drinking and laughing with some guy. And you haven’t seen Ross yet. You remember asking Adam where he was, but Adam told you he didn’t knew, and proceed lecturing you for being so drunk.
You are alone and confused, but you need to find a bathroom before thinking about what you’re going to do with your life, or else you’ll pee on the floor. Matty directs you to a door. “There’s the bathroom, love”.
You notice the light is on and knock on the door. “Occupied” - a girl screams from inside. You lean against the wall, waiting for her to get out, but you just hear her making weird sounds, and it seems like she’s not alone in there.
Some minutes have passed, and you really need to pee. You knock on the door again.
“Go away!” - the girl says in a weird tone, like she could be… moaning?
Your mind is so confused and desperate, you decide to just open the door for the people in there to get out. But, as soon as you open it, your eyes widen at the sight in front of you.
“Ross?” - you ask, almost in the verge of tears now. The girl that’s with him just closed the door again, pushing you into the living room without any effort.
You blink away the tears that you’re holding in your eyes, not believing what you just saw. Your vision might be blurry, but you’re sure of what you saw. Ross was kissing another girl - making out with her actually. You can’t believe it. You don’t want to believe it.
You leave the house, the noise being too loud near your thoughts. Your mind is racing, and you can’t stop crying. You seat on the floor, outside of Matty’s house. You can’t stop the tears from falling, in the same way you can’t stop the sting in your chest - the sadness taking over you now. How could he do this to you? He invited you to this party, for fucks sake. You were looking forward to spend time with him, you put so much effort in looking good for him, only to find him making out with another girl in the bathroom.
You saw the look in his face when he looked at you. You could tell you were the last person he was expecting to see in that moment, his wide eyes matched yours, but knowing you were there didn’t stopped him from finish what he started with her.
You’re feeling so betrayed, even if you and him were not a couple, you trusted him, he gave you your first kiss, treated you like a princess, made you feel like you were made of gold. And now, you feel like you’re made of paper, and he just crumpled your heart, your feelings, and threw them into the trash.
You’re sobbing outside, when you feel someone touch your back carefully.
“Fucking hell, are you alright?” - George asks worriedly.
“Yes, I’m fine” - you say as you wipe the tears from your face.
“Am I supposed to believe in it?” - he insists.
“Aren’t you drunk like everyone else?” - you ignore his question.
“I’m okay. But you’re not. Have you been drinking? Are you not feeling well because of the alcohol?” - his hand instinctively rubs soothing circles on your back, which makes you cry more.
“Oh, darling” - he says as he engulfs you in a hug.
“I just saw Ross making out with another girl in the bathroom” - you cry out.
“Fuck…” - George whispers while holding you tighter. You cry all the feelings you have inside of you. All the hope Ross gave you, all the laughs, the blushing, the kisses, the smiles. You cry it all to one of his bests friends. You don’t care, though. You just need to be held now, you need someone to look after you before you do something you’ll regret.
You told your secrets to Ross. You confessed to him about the things that made you cry. And now he’s the main and only reason why you’re sobbing so hard in the middle of the street. You don’t even remember crying this hard about something before, you’re guessing this is what a heartbreak feels like.
“Let’s get you home, alright sweetheart?” - George asks you sweetly after some moments of silence.
He took you back to your place. The entire way there was made in absolute silence while you kept crying quietly.
“I’m here if you need, you know that, right?” - George gives you a hug and you just nod your head.
You enter your room and fall into your bed, your sobs being muffled by the pillows. You can’t take that image out of your head, so you just cry yourself to sleep until you can’t think about it anymore.
The next morning, you wake up feeling like you’ve been ran over by a truck. Your head hurts, your face is still wet from all the tears that fell. Your chest hurts, probably from the agony you’re feeling.
You check your phone and see a bunch of messages from Molly and one from George.
“Y/N, are you alright??? Where are you??” 2:47 am
“Fuck, I need to know where you are” 2:51 am
“You left me alone here????” 2:52 am
“Are you with Ross?” 2:55 am
“What’s happening?? Did your phone died?” 2:59am
“I’m so worried PLEASE SAY SOMETHING” 3:01 am
“Just talked to G. He told me what happened and that he took you home. God, I’m so sorry. I hope you’re alright. I love you and I’m always here for you” 3:23 am
“Also I’m visiting you tomorrow. Not gonna leave my best friend alone when she needs me the most” 3:25 am
“Try to get some rest tonight. I bet your mind feels like hell now, but everything will be alright. I just got home now too. Sleep tight ❤️” 3:30 am
You sigh and open the text you got from George.
“Hey love, hope you’re already fast asleep and having some rest. I’m always here for you, and I guarantee you that Ross won’t be laughing about this for long, x”. 3:17 am
Great, everyone is reminding you of what happened.
Your parents tried to call you multiple times: for breakfast, for lunch. You just said you’re not hungry, not feeling like eating your feelings away. Your mom left you a tray of food on your desk, “to eat when you’re feeling better”. But you’re not feeling better, not even close to it.
Someone knocks on your door - it’s Molly. She has her own way of knocking. Your friend walks in and immediately founds you in your bed. She gives you a big hug, which makes you cry again, remembering everything that happened last night to tell her.
You give her all the details and she’s horrified by the image she’s creating in her mind. How could Ross do something like that to you? He was so sweet. He really made you feel like you were special and that he felt something for you. Was he lying to you?
You spend the afternoon with Molly in your bedroom, not having the energy to go out. She tried her best to cheer you up, but she knew there wasn’t much she could do. You had to go through this, you needed to grieve the feelings you had for Ross.
After spending the entire weekend crying on your bed, Monday comes, unfortunately. You have to go to school and possibly see Ross there. And if you could bet on the lottery, you’d won. Just like that, Ross passes by you when you’re sitting on a table to have lunch. He looks at you, but doesn’t say a word and just keeps walking - like he doesn’t even know you. Like you don’t exist to him. You feel yourself falling again into a crying state.
Molly and George join you and Matty and Adam sit down after a few minutes. Adam noticed Ross’ behaviour towards you and just decided to take your mind off that, talking to you about different things. “How are your classes going? Does your head still hurt from all the alcohol? Has Molly been pestering you too much?” That one made you laugh. Molly is your best friend, the one that truly cares about you and never leaves your side.
Matty tried to clear your mind too, but ended up touching your wound. “Why don’t you come and see us play? Nothing better than music to let your feelings go”.
“Yes Matty, and nothing better than staring at Ross non-stop for over an hour at your band’s show” - Molly rolls her eyes at him. Poor thing, he was just trying to help.
When you’re finishing lunch, Ross comes to your table, walking hand in hand with a girl - the one from the party. You could never forget her face. He goes to talk to Matty about something band-related, and the blonde girl doesn’t stop looking at you - probably recognising you from the bathroom scene. Her hands don’t leave Ross for a minute and you just try your hardest to ignore them. You got up from your seat and Molly followed you.
You enter the girl’s bathroom - tears already in your eyes, once again. Molly walks in behind you, with a look on her face.
“What?” - you ask as you wipe your tears.
“I really hate seeing you like this, but I think it’s better if you know the truth” - she says unsure.
You look at her and wait for your friend to continue speaking.
“Adam said to me that Ross and Olive are dating” - she tells you while going to hug you.
Oh, so her name is Olive. That information hits you like a ton of bricks. You really thought love was going to redefine the meaning of your life in this new city. Ross made you believe in that. And now, you just want to disappear, you hate this city more and more every day.
How can you forget about Ross when you see him everyday? He… and Olive. It’s hard. You pass by him at school every single day. And he’s always with his girlfriend now. Even the boys notice that he’s been distant, spending his entire free time with her.
George hated seeing you like this. He always made sure he helped you in any way he possibly could. He talked to you when you were feeling down, he heard you, he tried giving you advice and even when he didn’t knew what to say, he always had a hug waiting for you.
It’s funny how such a dark episode in your life could make you and George get so close to each other. You found yourself going out with him, studying together, going to the movies. And Molly loved the way you seemed so light and bright near him. The three of you would hang out together and you would have such a good time. You would laugh until your ribs hurt, and you would finally get your mind off all the drama surrounding Ross.
You would be lying if you say you’re not hurt anymore. It still hurts that, since that party, he never spoke to you anymore. Not even a word. He looks at you at school and just ignores you. And that makes you feel like shit. But George and Molly have been the best support you could ever ask for, alongside Matty and Adam too.
“Do you already know who you’re going with?” - Molly snaps you out of your thoughts in the middle of history class.
“What? Where?” - you whisper to her.
“To prom! Duh! You need to have a pair to go with” - she reminds you that prom is approaching, something you’ve totally forgot about.
“Uhm, I’m not going” - you simply respond.
“What? You’re crazy. I’m not letting that happen” - she says way too loud.
“Okay, you’ll be my pair then” - you shrug.
“Sorry darling, but can’t do. I’m going with Jamie” - she answers and your face turns into a puzzle. Jamie?
“You know Jamie. The one I met at Matty’s party…?” - doesn’t ring a bell to you, but you pretend it does.
“With that being said, you need to find yourself a pair, babe. Make sure you choose a cute one” - she winked at you and you just ignored her.
Classes were over and you went home. You don’t care enough about prom to even think about it. So you don’t. You don’t want to go, you have nobody to be your pair. Plus, watching Ross and Olive dancing and kissing all giggly and romantic, is something you already see on a daily basis at school, so you don’t need to go to prom to watch that scene.
When you’re getting ready to go to bed, you get a call from George.
“Y/N, can you come outside, please?” - he asks you.
“Go outside?” - you question.
“I’m at your door. Please, I won’t take you much time” - he says.
So you go downstairs and open the door to a nervous George, holding flowers in his hand.
You look at him, confused.
“What’s going on? What are you doing at my door with flowers in your hands?” - you laugh a little.
“I’ve been… I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. And I’m nervous but I just had to gain the courage to do it.” - he answers while fidgeting with his hands and the flowers.
“George, whatever it is. Just say it. You’re making me anxious” - you say to him.
“Okay, fuck. I love that we got closer, I always have a great time with you and I love the infinite hours we spend together” - he pauses to get closer to you.
“Do you want to go to prom with me?”
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specialagentlokitty · 10 months
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Saul silva/Farah x teen!reader - rescue you
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Part one:
They had checked this place out before bringing the small group of students here for a trip for the day, so they knew it was safe.
“Just don’t go into the caves themselves, it’s dangerous and they are on the verge of collapsing.” Farah said.
“And don’t wonder, if you get lost we’ll just leave you here.” Saul said.
A few students laughed but nodded their heads, and they all began to look around and explore, and Farah and Saul both stood in the middle of the where all the caves were.
“It’s not a bad place I suppose, wonder what it was.” Saul said.
“No idea, no one really knows.” Farah replied.
They looked around and when Saul looked behind him he froze when he saw two (E/C) eyes staring at him from in front of a rock.
“Farah.”
The woman turned around and she looked at you as well.
You weren’t a student, they didn’t recognise you, but you stared at them intently, dagger clutched in your hand, while your other hand was wrapped around your side.
“Are you lost?” Farah asked.
You didn’t reply to her but you looked around almost nervously.
“Do you need help?” Saul asked.
You didn’t reply to them, and you reached down, picking up something you must of dropped, and they looked at the small bag you grabbed.
You put the dagger between your teeth and pulled the bag on your back before taking the dagger again.
“Maybe we can start with names. I’m Farah. This is Saul. What’s your name?” Farah smiled.
You looked at her and sneered, and you made your way towards one of the caves.
“Hey! Hey it’s not safe!” Saul called.
He jogged after you, and when you realised he was coming closer you ran inside the dark cave, and he and Farah stood at the entrance.
“Saul..”
Farah pointed to the floor, a trail of blood and he looked behind them, it was you.
You were bleeding.
“We just want to help you!” Saul called.
“Are you hurt?” Farah asked.
There was no reply and they both shared a look before stepping inside, Saul pulled his phone out for light, and shone it around the cave.
It was dark, damp.
They could hear the sound of water dripping, and the students outside but that was it.
Behind some rocks they saw the soft glow of a fire, so they carefully walked over and found you sitting on a rock, poking the fire with a stick.
“You’re bleeding, please, let us help you and then we’ll leave you alone.” Farah said.
You looked at them and huffed, flicking some of the burning sticks in their direction making them step back.
“Come on, that’s not funny. Just let us take a look.” Saul said.
Farah crouched down, resting her arms on her legs as she gave you a small smile.
“Do you live out here? Is this your home? Because if it is we’re sorry we disturbed you, we’ll leave.”
They kept trying to ask you questions, trying to do anything to get you to engage with them but you wouldn’t.
Saul stepped around Farah, and he crouched down, shining his phone torch at your side, and he could see the gleam of blood on your shirt.
Three long gashes going across your side, barely covered with a bandage, not stitched up, just left like that.
And he noticed smaller cuts along your arm, and a few on your face.
All on the same side.
“What happened to you?” He whispered.
You looked at him, and when you saw how close he was you told up, backing up against the cave wall.
“You’re really injured, did a burned one do that to you?”
You gave them a look, and they looked at one another.
“Do you.. do you know what a burned one is?” Farah asked.
You pulled something from your pocket and you threw it at them, a thin layer of smoke filling the cave and they coughed, waving it away.
Farah directed it outside and when they looked back at you, they realised it wasn’t a cave all you were standing against.
You were now sat on it, and it’s green eyes glared at them, narrowed slightly.
The creature growled lowly at them, and took a step forward, and they took one back, both of them raising their hands.
“Okay. Okay we’ll go. We’re going.” Saul said.
Both he had Farah backed out of the cave, and quickly rounded up all the students to leave now they realised it wasn’t safe.
Once they were back Alfea, they went into Farah’s office with Ben.
“So, what was it you saw?” Ben asked.
“We couldn’t see it properly, but it was big, pitch black, green eyes. The kid was sat on it.” Saul said.
“I’ve never heard or seen anything like it, have you?” Farah asked.
Ben flicked through the pages of some books, showing them different pages.
“I know there’s a range of different creatures that live away from everyone else, but that description isn’t much to go off. And you said that they’re hurt?”
“Yeah. Saul saw some large wounds along the teenagers side, a few small cuts on their arms and face.”
Ben nodded his head and showed them another photo, and they both stopped and looked at it.
It was a sketch of the same eyes they saw in the cave.
“That’s it.” Farah said.
“Dragon. There used to be loads of them, then they all just vanished really. No one knows what happened to them, I assume if this is what you saw, that teenager is probably a descendant of the Viking’s that used to ride dragons.”
Ben handed them a book, and started to hand them some more things.
“You have to get them to let you look at their wounds or bring them back here.”
“We’re going back now, will you come with us? Maybe you’ll have a calmer approach.” Saul said.
Ben nodded his head and they carried on discussing everything.
You sighed heavily, sliding of the back of your dragon with a small grunt of pain, and he turned around to look at you.
“I’m okay. I’m okay.” You said softly.
He whined a little, following you as you limped to the entrance of the face and looked down at your side.
“Fuck..”
Looking around, you tried to find anything to help with the wound, and you stumbled a little bit.
The dragon quickly caught you against his side, and you smiled, running your hand over the scales.
“Thanks Toothless…”
He hummed, and you stayed there for a moment before you pushed yourself up and he looked down at you.
He sat down, and motioned with his head for you to sit down, so you did, resting your back against a rock and he got up, looking around.
He brought over different plants he found, and you looked at them.
“Nope.”
You tossed one aside.
You looked at another.
“Definitely not.”
You tossed it aside and looked through the rest, doing them same with all of them and you looked up at the night fury, shaking your head.
“Sorry bud, they’re no good.”
He whined a little and laid down next to you, resting his head on your legs and you smiled, running you hand over his head, scratching his ear.
“I’m sorry buddy…”
You weren’t sure how long it would be until you eventually passed out from blood loss, you weren’t bleeding rapidly, but you had still lost a fair bit.
Clenching your jaw, you rested your head back and looked into the trees.
“You need to go…” you whispered.
Toothless looked up at you, ears against his head.
“It’s too dangerous for you to stay bud..”
He gently placed his head against your chest and you sighed, holding his head.
“I know… but I can’t protect you.. not like this…”
He purred a little, and moved his head away to looked at you, and he rested his head on your legs again, sad eyes beaming up at you.
Smiling softly, you placed a hand on his head.
“Okay…”
You took a small breath.
“Okay… you stay here…”
You shuffled a little uncomfortable and you moved, settling for laying down on the ground instead, hands resting on your stomach.
Toothless curled himself around you, covering you with one of his wings to try and keep you somewhat warm.
He went to rest his head down again, and when he heard talking his snapped his head up, growling deeply.
“Toothless…?” You asked.
You reached for your belt, grabbing your dagger and sat up, resting your back against him.
Farah and Saul came back through the trees, and this time they brought someone else with them and they all stood nearby.
Toothless, opened his mouth, and you reached out, placing your hand on his side and he looked at you, chirping a little.
He turned back to the trio and growled again.
“We brought someone who can help you. His names Ben. He can take care of your injuries.” Farah said.
You narrowed your eyes a little.
“You’re a Viking, right?” Ben asked.
You said nothing.
“You’re really far from home, aren’t you? Is that why you’re here? Because you can’t get back?”
You looked at him.
You stood up, standing in front of toothless, and he stood behind you, his head by your side as he bared his teeth at the three.
“Oh I get it now..” Farah whispered.
“We’re not going to hurt either of you. We just want to help you.” Saul said.
They realised what you were doing.
You were protecting the dragon, even if you couldn’t fight, even if you could barely stand on your own two feet, you were willing to die there to keep the dragon safe.
“I promise we’re not going to hurt either you, you can check this bag if you want.”
You looked at toothless and nodded, and he walked a little closer to where Ben had tossed the bag, but he stopped, eyes trained on Saul and he growled.
“Your sword..” Ben whispered.
“Right.”
Saul slowly reached out, and he tossed the sword to the side a little, but toothless carried on growling at him.
You held your dagger up and waved it in the air, and Saul reached to his vest, pulling his out, and toothless growled louder.
Saul tossed that aside as well, and toothless sat down, looking at the bag.
“Go ahead. Take it.” Ben smiled.
Toothless picked it up and handed it to you, and with dagger between your teeth you emptied it to see some food, and a bunch of medical supplies.
You slowly got on your knees and set your dagger aside, and toothless laid next to you, watching you dig through things.
You held up a small glass bottle.
“It’s an ointment, to stop infection.” Farah said.
You opened it and smelt it, then let toothless smell it before you set it aside.
You sat down properly and lifted your shirt a bit, wincing as you did and looked at your blood covered side.
You picked a few things up with shaky hands, and you couldn’t do anything, so you tossed it all aside and toothless whined.
He picked things up on by one and dropped them next to you again.
You rested against the rock, and breathed deeply.
Toothless looked back at the trio and he ran over and behind them, and the pushed Ben forward with his head, then did the same thing to Farah and Saul.
“You want us to help them?” Farah asked.
Toothless looked between you and them, and pushed them all again.
“Alright, we’ll try.” Ben smiled.
They all walked over and stood near you, and toothless laid next to you again, looking at them all with pleading eyes.
“This might hurt.” Ben said softly.
He picked everything up and they all sat down around you to try and help you before it was too late for them to do anything
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flowerandblood · 1 year
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My Best Friend (25)
[modern! club owner • Aemond x fem!reader]    
[warnings: swearing, physical violence]
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[description: Aemond has his own club and often does business at the home of one of his business associates. There he often meets his younger sister, with whom he develops a deeper relationship through shared secrets. This is slow burn love story.]
* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
Previous and next chapters: Masterlist
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"Get out." Aemond tried his best to stay calm and not pull Y/N out of the car by force. He was standing in front of the open door on the side of her seat, they were under his apartment building. "I'll give you the keys to my apartment, you wait there and I'll be back in an hour."
"I don't want you to go to a place like this alone. I'll worry, I'd rather be with you." She said in a tone that brooked no argument. Aemond squeezed his eye shut. He wanted to grab her and just pull her arm by force, but she quickly unbuckled her seat belt and jumped over to the driver's seat. Aemond stared at her, not knowing whether to laugh or scream. “I will not stay here. You can't make me!" She said, moving as far away from him as possible so he couldn't reach her.
Aemond wondered why everyone was doing this to him, and for once, someone just couldn't listen to him. Talking to Alys, his mother, and now her, had completely exhausted his patience. However, just as he felt with Alys that he could really do something to her, watching her curled up fiercely in his seat, despite all his anger, he also felt undue gratitude. But he didn't want her to see it, or worse, that any harm would come to her there. He resented his irresponsibility in the park and did not want to repeat the same mistake.
“What if they take a picture of you and send it to your father? How am I supposed to explain to him why I took his daughter to a brothel?" He smoked through pursed lips. Y/N looked at him intensely.
"You will tell him the truth. That we went at your mother's request to get your hungover brother out." She said, shrugging her shoulders without changing her position an inch. Aemond sighed heavily and shook his head.
"I have no strength for you." He said as he closed the car door on her side and walked over to the driver's side, so she jumped back into the passenger seat, moving as far away from him as possible. He sat in his seat and started the engine, shooting her a murderous look. Y/N pursed her lips but said nothing.
They drove to the suburbs. Aemond stopped in front of the same building he'd picked up Aegon from last time. He sighed at the thought of having to go through the same thing again. He turned off the engine and looked at her.
"Stay in the car, I'll be right back." He said as he unbuckled his seatbelts and opened the door. Y/N wasn't going to do that though and left with him. Aemond looked at her like someone on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
"I'm going to hurt you today." He said in a low, dangerous voice. Y/N only laughed at his words.
"No, you are not."
He had no idea where she got so much confidence around him. He was angry with himself that her laughter made him laugh inside out. For some reason, her approach made their trip seem like a silly adventure. He just shook his head. He wanted it over with.
"Come. Stay close to me." He said in a tone that brooked no argument. This time Y/N obeyed him, rushing over to him right away, keeping close to him. They entered the building, the staircase illuminated only by tiny red lights. By the descent to the cellar, naked women were smoking cigarettes, looking at them curiously. Y/N blushed at the sight of them, pressing herself tighter against his arm.
They went down the stairs, soft music played in the background, they could hear people talking, sighs, laughs and moans. There was a lot of smoke in the room they entered, mostly from cigarettes. Y/N had never seen a place like this before in her life. Plenty of naked and half-naked women sat with men and other women on couches, floors, tables, some in plain view, some hidden by translucent curtains.
She didn't know where her eyes should go. Her gaze wandered from one group of people to another. Women knelt in front of men with their pants down, others rode them, others injected them with a small syringe. Some people just had sex, in two, three or more people, others sat and talked, completely drunk. Y/N felt Aemond grab and squeeze her hand. He must have seen the shock and uncertainty on her face.
"Do you want to leave?" He asked quietly.
"No. I can handle this." She responded, feeling her heart pounding hard, and squeezed his hand tighter. She felt a whole range of emotions. Fear, excitement, curiosity and disgust at the same time. It seemed to her as if all these people were in some kind of trance.
Suddenly, among all these people, Y/N spotted Aegon sleeping between two naked women. She looked away, seeing that he was also naked. "He’s over there, on the bed against the wall." She said to Aemond without looking that way. Aemond turned his gaze there and Y/N felt his whole body tense. She knew he was furious.
"Wait for me here." He spoke softly through clenched teeth and walked towards his brother. Y/N obeyed him. She saw that they had already caught the attention of some of the people in the room. The men who were playing with other women were looking at her in a way that made her very uncomfortable. She felt as if she herself was naked. She glanced out of the corner of her eye at what Aegon was doing.
She saw that somehow Aemond had put pants on him. Aegon, however, seemed so drunk that he didn't even know what was happening to him. She saw him mumbling something to his younger brother, staggering and falling as Aemond tried to pick him up. It was a pitiful sight, and she wasn't surprised that Aemond hated doing it.
Aemond swung his arm around his neck, grabbing his waist with his other hand, and lifted him up. Y/N moved towards them, seeing that Aegon's legs were like rubber and he couldn't even take a step. Aemond gave her a stern look, but like him, she threw his arm over her neck and hugged him. He smelled terrible of alcohol and sweat, but she tried not to think about it.
Aemond ordered them to head for the stairs. She could see that he was furious and ashamed. But she didn't want to leave him alone. She didn't pay much attention to the couples sticking to each other's sides now, but she found this place to freeze her blood in some way. Aegon's babble snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Ah, who is it? Your girlfriend?" Aegon asked, his expression amused, his remark clearly arousing him. "You took her to a brothel and didn't fuck her?" He snorted, leaning his face closer to hers. She felt his drunken breath against her cheek. “My brother likes to pretend to be tough, but he really doesn't know how to make a woman happy. If you ever want to know…”
"Shut your mouth or I'll leave you here, you fucking bastard." Aemond shot suddenly, his eye dark with rage. Y/N swallowed hard, his brother's remark sending a shiver of embarrassment down her spine.
"See? He can only scare. But deep down, he’s a soft cunt." He laughed, and Aemond suddenly released him and shoved Aegon down the stairs in front of them. Y/N jumped, mouth opening in surprise and horror.
"Then crawl up those stairs yourself, fucking punk." He fired and kicked him in the stomach. Y/N grabbed him quickly, pulling him away. Aegon just cringed and coughed.
"Stop! It's no use, he's completely drunk." She said quickly, terrified of where this was all headed.
"When he's sober, he's the same. Fucking peace of shit. I should spit in your face." He said furiously, but Y/N squeezed his arm pleadingly. He looked at her, fury in his eyes. "You wanted to accompany me, now you have what you wanted. Enjoy it." He said, his voice dark and low, Y/N shivered and swallowed. She thought that he was on the verge and that she must be a sanctuary for him to keep him from going mad.
“Let's pick him up and carry him to the car. Not for him, but for your mother." She said softly, looking pleadingly at him. His jaw was clenched. He stared at her without a word, and his brother only moaned softly under their feet.
"No. I don’t care. Let him handle himself." He said stepping over him and heading up the stairs. "Let's go." He said in a voice that brooked no argument, but Y/N stood still. As if she hadn't heard him at all, she leaned over his brother and slung his arm around her neck again. Aemond had never looked at her with such fury before.
"Wake up, Aegon. Try to get up." She spoke to him gently. Aegon groaned, but made an attempt to get up. He managed to kneel down and slowly got up, resting his other hand against the wall. "A step up." She said calmly, and he tried to lift his foot and nearly fell over again. When he regained his balance, he slowly began to climb the stairs with her help, without any unnecessary comments. A large limo slowly formed on his cheek from the collision of his face with the stairs.
Aemond stared down at the scene with his lips pressed together. He finally came down when they were halfway up and helped them to the top. After a few minutes, they managed to get him into the back of his car. Aemond slammed the door shut, Y/N stepped closer to him, but he walked past her.
"Don't be angry with me." She spoke quickly to him, but he got into the car from the driver's side and slammed the door behind him. Y/N felt a pang in her heart, but she climbed into the car and silently buckled her seatbelt. Aemond started the engine and they drove through the city wordlessly. Once in a while, Aegon groaned from behind, tossing from side to side, falling into short dozes every time.
Y/N glanced at Aemond from time to time, but he was staring through himself. His face was stone. She knew what she had done made him furious beyond measure. But she knew that if they left Aegon there, the situation would be even more hopeless. She didn't want him to take it as a rejection, but she knew he resented her for not taking his side at the time.
"You're like my mother." He fired suddenly through clenched teeth, disapproval and revulsion in his voice. Her lips trembled and she felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"I’m sorry." It was all she could choke out. She stared at him for a moment, then turned her face to the window, clasping her hands in her lap. Fifteen minutes later they reached the outskirts of the other, much more prosperous part of the city.
It was already night, so Y/N couldn't see much. She was aware that they had entered a wealthy neighborhood full of huge houses. Aemond stopped in front of one, turned off the engine, and wordlessly unbuckled his seatbelt as he got out of the car. Y/N got off too.
"Get out." Aemond said impatiently to his brother, but he was on the edge of sleep and waking again, babbling to himself. Aemond pulled his arm in one swift motion, Y/N had to catch him to keep him from falling to the ground like a log. Aemond glared at her, but Y/N didn't care anymore. 
They led Aegon to the door, and Aemond rang the bell. After a while, they heard the sound of a lock opening, and his mother appeared in the doorway, already in a nightgown and bathrobe. When she saw Y/N, her eyes widened with surprise and embarrassment at the situation.
"Y/N, what are you doing here? Come in." She said, moving away. Aemond and Y/N went to put Aegon on his bed in his room, but he vomited on the floor as soon as he stepped through the door.
"Fantastic." Aemond said coldly, Y/N only swallowed silently. Their mother just waved her hand, trying to smile, though her eyes expressed desperation.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it later."
They took Aegon to his room and laid him on the bed. His mother wiped his face, which was stained all over with his vomit. Aemond looked away, he couldn't look at it.
"Will you stay overnight at our house? It's already so late. We could have breakfast and lunch together tomorrow." Their mother said, rising, a note of hope in her tone. It disappeared as soon as Aemond laughed.
"I take your eldest son out of the brothel at least once a week, and you want me to have a nice dinner with him tomorrow?" He asked amused, but his face was tense, his gaze cold. Y/N had never seen him like this before, she looked at him with pain and horror. His mother flinched at his words and looked down in embarrassment.
"We haven't eaten together in years." She said softly. Aemond looked away, enraged. He shook his head, stared at the point beneath his feet.
"I will never go for him again. Never. It was the last time. Understand?" He asked, looking at her with eyes full of regret. "I know you often forget this, but I am your son too."
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starburstjuno · 1 year
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High Emotions | Eddie Munson
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plot : eddie gets his long-time customer, and crush, y/n to sit down and smoke some weed with him.
warnings : (underaged) marijuana use, drug dealing, eddie being stupid and in love, y/n being kind of bitchy and in love, just two idiots in love basically
word count : 737
(idk what this one is besties, it’s 2am, i’m high and i’m on the VERGE of sleep with only one man on the brain-edward fucking munson)
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“Really?” Y/N stared Eddie down, one eyebrow raised.
“Yeah, of course!” Eddie nodded. “Come on, let’s smoke together.”
“What’s the catch, Munson?” She couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. “Feels a little…fishy to me.”
“No catch.” He shook his head. “Can’t a guy just wanna hang out with his favorite customer?”
“Am I paying or what?” She asked, unable to help but be curious. She knew who Eddie was, and she was pretty confident Eddie wouldn’t try anything-but you never know. Especially when it comes to your local, small town drug dealer.
“Totally, completely free.” Eddie shook his head again, holding up a sandwich bag of weed. “Good shit, too.” Y/N chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment. Sure, there was a party over by Loch Nora she was planning on hitting up tonight. But, in the long run, what was an hour smoking weed on Eddie Munson’s couch to a whole night at a party?
“Fine.” She nodded, stepping inside Eddie’s trailer and snatching the weed from his hand as she made her way for the couch. Eddie happily shut the door behind her and turned on some music, taking a few minutes to sift through his tapes as he couldn’t decide what to play. Y/N was already loading her second bowl by the time he finally chose something and plopped down on the couch.
“Good stuff, right?” He asked, watching her take a hit. “My supplier’s going to a new guy who gets his stuff from the West Coast. Like, California and shit.”
“I know what’s on the West Coast.” She remarked through light coughs, handing the bong and lighter over to Eddie. Their hands brushed as she pushed the lighter into his, the metal of the rings on their hands clinking together. “But yeah, good stuff. I’m sure you make me pay out the ass for it.”
“Come on, I give you good prices!” Eddie argued. “How many times have I let you short me, Y/N?”
“Too many. I really don’t know why you keep selling to me.” She couldn’t help but chuckle. “If I didn’t know any better, Munson, I’d say you might be into me.”
“And what makes you say that?” Eddie laughed. He wasn’t sure if they’d ever actually spoken for this long, but he didn’t hate it.
“Well, there’s the fact that I never pay full price no matter what. And I get to come buy from your house which, according to just about everyone else, never fucking happens.” She started. “Not to mention the free samples, first picks, the ‘holiday gifts’. And of course, tonight. How many girls do you actually have over, Munson?”
“Plenty, thank you very much.” He defended, and they both laughed. She watched as he took his hit, a small smile curling up at her mouth as he coughed and set the bong on the coffee table. She reached over, pushing Eddie’s hair out of his face and more than drawing his attention. As if he wasn’t nervous enough, Eddie’s heart began to absolutely hammer when he saw the way Y/N was looking at him.
“Eddie, tell me something.” He could’ve died right then and there, hearing her say his first name. “Do you like me?” His throat was dry, he didn’t know what to say. He’d figured that he would be the one making moves, he’d be the one to take the initiative between them.
“I…” Eddie’s voice caught in his throat. “I um…”
“Let me tell you something.” She said, scooting closer. He nodded lightly, unable to take his eyes off of hers. “I don’t just buy from you because you give me good prices, Eddie.” Eddie swallowed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips quickly. “I buy from you because I like getting to see you. I like getting to smell your cologne and hear your laugh and your stupid jokes and see your smile. I like buying from you because it’s you.”
“Shit, Y/N.” The words finally stumbled out of Eddie’s mouth. “You lay all that on me right after I have a bowl?”
“What? Do you need another before we get all emotional and serious or do you not like talking about your emotions when you’re high?” She questioned, her head cocking to the side slightly. Eddie’s eyes were practically sparkling as he watched her, but before she could ask what again he’d pressed his lips against hers.
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rynneer · 6 months
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Blood of Durin
A reader-insert fanfiction
Y/N doesn’t know how she found herself in Middle Earth, how she found herself among the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, or how she let herself be captivated by the elder Durin prince—but she does know one thing.
She’s carrying his child.
Chapter One: Meet Me in the Woods
tw: pregnancy
show me yours and i’ll show you mine—meet me in the woods tonight.
-Meet Me in the Woods, Lord Huron
You sit hunched over by the fire, poking at the cinders with a long stick and watching the rising smoke disappear into the leaves overhead. The stars are just barely visible as twilight descends over the woods. In the distance, a lonely wolf howls. You shiver, missing the security and sturdy walls of Beorn’s home. A sharp pain runs through your abdomen, and you unconsciously wrap an arm around yourself. The cramps are coming more frequently. You aren’t sure how much longer you can hide them before the rest of the Company catch on. For now, the dwarves seem preoccupied with making camp, too distracted to notice your discomfort. Bilbo sits beside you, his nervous eyes darting in your direction every once in a while. If anyone is on the verge of finding out, it’s the burglar.
Gandalf left the party a week ago, mentioning some vague business he had to attend to. Now, more than ever, you wish he had stayed—he was centuries old, surely he’d have some advice. But he’s gone, leaving you, a human woman, with thirteen dwarves and one hobbit. And he took the ponies, too. Your feet are in agony.
Another stabbing pain makes you grit your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut.
“Y/N?” Bilbo nudges you gently. “Are you alright?”
You force a smile. “I’m fine, Bilbo. I’m just… thinking ahead.” You glance down at the book beside you. The Hobbit. The other members of the Company had clamored to read it once everyone had recovered from the shock of a young human waking up among them the morning after leaving Bag End. You refused to hand it over, and guarded it fiercely. Even if they were to read it, it’d be little help. Still, it’s a comfort you take solace in, even if you can’t remember what will happen beyond a few days.
Bilbo’s eyes follow yours. The hobbit doesn’t seem quite satisfied, but he doesn’t press further. You pick up the book and thumb through its blank pages. It’s about halfway full, the story only showing events that have already happened. At least, events as Tolkien wrote them. Events that didn’t account for a twenty-something woman crashing into the story.
Another cramp—a bad one. You quickly turn away from Bilbo, biting your tongue so hard you’re surprised you don’t bite right through it. You can’t take it any longer. With a sigh you get to your feet, absentmindedly adjusting your bra strap. “I’m going to get more firewood,” you announce to nobody in particular. A few of the dwarves grunt in acknowledgement. You scan them, evaluating who would take the news the best. Glóin? He’d have first-hand experience, but you haven’t spent much time with him. Not enough to talk about this. There’s the kind-hearted Bofur, but you don’t trust him to keep your secret for long. Finally, your eyes reach Balin. Perfect.
Balin was the first dwarf to readily accept you into the Company. He had taken a fatherly attitude toward you since the beginning, comforting you when the homesickness became too much to bear.
“Balin? Would you help, please?”
The old dwarf furrows his brow. There is already a small stack of firewood near the bedrolls. You put on your best pleading face. Still a bit confused, Balin shrugs and makes his way over.
Bilbo stands, brushing off his waistcoat. “Believe I’ll come along, if you’ll have me,” he says. “I could do with a brisk walk.”
Again, you bite your tongue. You consider the hobbit before you. The two of you have the most in common out of the Company, both thrust into some strange adventure and completely out of your depths. You relent with a sigh, leading your companions away from the fire until you can no longer hear voices bickering over who should sleep where and who took the first watch last night.
“Whatever you mean to tell us, I do believe we are quite far enough from the others,” Balin comments.
“What makes you think I want to tell you anything?” You keep your tone light.
“You’ve no tool for felling wood. What’s on your mind, lass?”
You stop, curling and uncurling a fist nervously before turning back to him.
“I… I’m not sure how to say this,” you mutter. Deep breaths. “I skipped my period. Two weeks ago. I never skip.” You begin pacing.
Bilbo glances back and forth between you and Balin with concern. “Period?”
“Shark week. Aunt Flo. The crimson tide. Bloody Mary. Japan is attacking. For fuck’s sake, my bleeding, Bilbo,” you snap, grabbing at your hair in frustration. “At first I thought maybe it was the stress of the journey, but I’ve been so tired, and my boobs have been sore, and my clothes haven’t felt right, and I wake up nauseous, and–”
“Lass,” Balin interrupts quietly, reaching a hand out to pause your pacing. Concern is etched into every line on his face as he looks up at you. “Are you telling us that you are with child?”
Without even thinking, you place a hand on your belly protectively. “I think so,” you whisper. Tears fill your eyes and spill onto your cheeks.
Bilbo gapes at you. “You’re pregnant?”
A sniffle and a nod. “Eight weeks along, I think.”
“Oh, lass,” Balin murmurs. He pulls gently on your arm, easing you to the ground and wiping your wet cheeks with his cloak. “How do you feel about it?”
“Scared,” the word escapes your lips before you have time to think. You look down at your lap, tears dripping onto your faded denim jeans.
Balin nods. “I imagine that’s the proper way to feel.” He pauses, searching your face. “You must tell Fíli.”
Your eyes widen and you snap your head up. “How…?”
“Well, it’s rather obvious,” Bilbo interjects. “Anyone with eyes could see it.”
Heat pulses from your reddening cheeks. “We were trying to keep it secret,” you mumble. “Especially from Th–”
“Y/N? Balin? Bilbo?”
A shout from the trees makes you jump. Fíli comes stomping through the leaves and pushing through the undergrowth. “Bombur’s got a stew going, and…” his words die on his tongue as he takes in the scene before him: Bilbo crouching nervously by your side while Balin gently rubs your back. “What’s going on?”
Balin stands. “I believe Y/N has something she needs to tell you.” He beckons for Bilbo to follow, patting Fíli on the arm as he passes. “Congratulations,” he whispers.
Fíli frowns. His little mustache braids sway as he looks between you and the retreating figures of Balin and Bilbo. “What was that?” He kneels and gently strokes your cheekbone with his thumb. Concern fills his blue gaze, the gaze that had ensnared you, stolen your heart back within the safety of Rivendell. “Are you alright?”
You sniff and clumsily wipe at your eyes with your sleeve. “I didn’t know how to tell you, but… I’m…” You trail off, the words sticking in your throat. Instead, you take Fíli’s hand from your face and slip it beneath your shirt to rest on your stomach. Slowly, you look up at him, willing your eyes to say what your lips cannot.
He stares at you blankly. But as his eyes flicker from your face to his hand under the cloth, you watch the realization slowly dawn on him. “Y/N…” he whispers in disbelief. “You’re…?”
You nod, bracing for anger, rejection, disappointment. Instead, you find yourself wrapped in his arms and lifted into the air as Fíli spins you around, laughing. He stops abruptly and sets you back on your feet, gripping your shoulders and holding you back at arm’s length. “You really are?”
The boyish excitement on your dwarf’s face brings a small smile to your lips. “I really am.”
He lets go of you and runs a hand through his hair. “I’m going to be a father,” he breathes. Suddenly, he pales. “It… it is mine, isn’t it?”
That finally coaxes a laugh from you. You step forward and wrap your arms around him, burying your face in the hollow of his shoulder. “Of course,” you murmur. “No one else but you.”
“I love you, ghivashel,” he murmurs back, lips gently brushing your neck. You stay like that for what feels like hours, melting into each other.
“Fíli! Y/N!” A sharp call comes from the trees behind you.
Hastily, you push away from Fíli and clear your throat as his uncle pushes through the brush. Thorin jerks his head back toward the fire. “You two have first watch tonight,” he grunts. Seeing the two of you standing so close, he narrows his eyes and opens his mouth as if to continue, but shakes his head and starts back toward camp.
You take Fíli’s hand and intertwine your fingers as the pair of you follow the path of broken twigs left by Thorin’s heavy steps. Fíli starts to pull his hand away as you reach camp, and reluctantly you let go. The agreement still stands between you: no one finds out until the quest is fulfilled.
But with the secret now bearing literal fruit, you wonder how much longer it can last.
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gnrbitch · 8 months
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Grunge Days pt.16- Dam That River
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Warnings: Profanity, smoking, Drug mention
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1992, Somewhere in California
AIC had been back in Cali for a few weeks, going deep into the valley to get their record done. The only reason they decided to leave the city was cause Y/n was getting herself into some shit all the time.
Y/n had completely gone off the deep end. She was completely out of it half of the time, but no one really said anything to her since she was able to get everything she needed to do on the record done.
She acted like everything was fine, like if she never even knew Slash. And so far that had been working for her.
“Hey Y/n” Izzy said as he walked into the room she was staying in.
Y/n removed her notebook off her her lap, getting up to greet him “Hey man, what are you doing here?”
Izzy cleared his throat as he looked around Y/ns messy room, “I just wanted to check up on you”
“I’m doing good Iz” Y/n smiled at him, “Records coming out great”
“Slash told me everything that happened” Izzy said
Y/ns face went pale at the mention of Slash, “Right well, none of that matters anymore”
“He’s been talking about you” Izzy said “To everyone”
“What do you mean everyone?” Y/n angrily asked
Izzy sighed “I mean anyone who had ears” “Look i know you probably don’t wanna hear about him, but i thought i should let you know”
Y/n ran her hands through her hair, “What the fuck is he saying”
“I don’t think you wan-” Izzy said, being cut off by Y/ns shaky voice
“No. You can’t just tell me this and not tell me what he’s saying”
“Okay” Izzy quietly said, “From what he told me, he left you cause you were never home.” Izzy sighed “And he said he missed you”
“Jesus fucken christ” Y/n mumbled, a lump in her throat forming
Izzy looked at her, “He said he was gonna tell Duff”
“What?” Y/n said quickly “He can’t do that”
“I don’t know Y/n, maybe just try talking to him?” Izzy suggested
Y/n scoffed “I have nothing to fucken say to him”
“I’m not telling you to pour your heart out Y/n, i’m telling you to put him in his place” Izzy said
“Fuck” Y/n whispered “Fuck okay, you’re right Iz”
*
Y/n held the phone to her ear, her leg bouncing up and down as she waited for someone to pick up the phone.
“Hello?” A female voice on the other end said
Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose before speaking “Hey! Renee right?” she said, in the best happy tone she could muster up.
The girl spoke again “Oh no, this isn’t Renee, i’m Maddie”
Y/n furrowed her eyebrows “Oh, well is Slash around?”
“Oh he’s definitely around” The girl, Maddie giggled
Y/n sighed “Right, well can you pass the phone to him? Its important”
“Can i ask who is this?” Maddie said
“No, you can’t. Now pass me the phone to him” Y/n said, already irritated and she hasn’t even spoke to Slash.
“Fine weirdo” The girl scoffed, hearing her call out to Slash
“Hello” a drunken Slash said
“You motherfucker” Y/n spoke
“Y/n?” He asked, disbelief in his voice
“You keep my fucken name out your fucken mouth” Y/n said, her voice on the verge of yelling.
“What the fuck are you talking about” Slash said
“You know exactly what i’m taking about!” Y/n yelled “And i swear to god Slash if you fucken tell Duff”
“That’s what this is about” Slash scoffed
“Don’t be so fucken ignorant” Y/n said “Stop going around talking about me”
“I knew word would come back to you” Slash said “I wasn’t gonna tell Duff, I just wanted to hear from you”
Y/n laughed at the ridiculousness of this situation, tears falling down her face, “I have nothing to fucken say you to”
“I miss you” Slash said “and I’m sorry”
“You’re fucken dead to me” Y/n said, hanging up the phone immediately after.
She sobbed into her hands, all of the hurt she had been pushing back was finally coming out.
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hgranger93493 · 1 year
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Content: Part 1.
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Summary: You are getting ready to be married in a week. Everything will go smoothly, right?
Warnings: Angst, slight fluff, language.
Pairings: OC x reader; Sam x Jess; Dean x reader(eventually)
Wordcount: 5470
A/N: This will be a mini-series set in AU. Hopefully you'll like it.
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You slide the door open to your balcony and stepped outside to get some fresh air. After today, you needed a couple of drinks with the fresh air. You sighed deeply and looked towards the dark sky as the clouds moved around the full moon. You kept playing with the pack of cigarettes in your hand and flicking the lighter off and on. You haven’t smoked since college. The last semester was stressful to you and picked up this habit for a few months. Not that it helped much, but you were on the verge of needing some relief today. You were startled when you heard a deep voice to your left.
“I didn’t know you smoked.”
“Holy shit! You scared me.” You squeaked with your hand on your chest.
A deep chuckle left this person’s throat and the moonlight shined on their face at the same time.
“Dean? What are you doing here?”
Dean slowly got up from the patio chair and walked towards you. Dean visits his brother Sam once every month. You met him a few times since Sam moved next door a year ago. You, Sam, and Jess were friends from college. Although you all weren’t thick as thieves, you enjoyed their company from time to time. Having your both balconies side by side was fun. You hang out with them and have cookouts during summer and exchange dishes whenever possible. The main reason you didn’t hang out much with them was because of Matthew. Your fiancé. You met Matt during your freshman year and you both have been dating since sophomore year. Matt never liked Sam and Jess as they weren’t up to his “standards”, whatever that meant. So, all of you never ran in the same circles, but you hung out with Jess whenever possible.
Dean leaned on the short wall separating the balconies and smiled up at you.
“Just visiting Sam. Missed my little brother”
“Pssh! He ain’t little Dean.”
Dean laughed a little and eyed the cigarettes box in your hand as if asking the same question again.
“Yeah, I don’t smoke. Just needed something to relieve the stress.”
“Are you okay?”
It has been a while since someone asked that question. You really didn’t want to talk, but you didn’t want to be rude to Dean. He was always sweet and kind.
You sighed a little and replied “Just the stress of planning the wedding is getting to me.”
Dean cleared his throat and asked “Wanna talk about it?”
“Thanks Dean, but I don’t want to bother ya.”
“You are not a bother, sweetheart. I’m hear to listen if you need to vent.”
You put the cigarettes and the lighter aside and took a step towards him.
“Not sure where to start, but the ‘small’ wedding we were supposed to have turned out into a full-blown production.”
“Yessh, that does sound stressful. Anybody helping you with it?”
“Well, my fiancé was supposed to help me, but his mother took over the reigns for him and she wants nothing and everything in the wedding. Today we were at the cake tasting and she insisted on having a 5-tier cake and her favorite flavor. Who needs five tiers of cake? We went back and forth and she finally got her way like she always does.” You sighed a little after your vent. “Maybe it is something small, maybe I am over reacting”
“No, you are not, it is your wedding and you and your fiancé should have a final say. Not the monster-in-law to be.”
You chuckled a little at his jab at Matt’s mom. You never said it out loud, but she was indeed a monster. She sat you down after the engagement and brought you up to speed on how women in their family must keep their husbands first and told you the literal “rules” about having some traditions at the wedding. Since Matt was their only son, she wanted an extravagant wedding. You told her that you didn’t believe in spending all your life savings on one party. You wanted to save money as much as you can so you can use it for down payment on your future home. But she put her foot down and told you as a bride, your family and you need to do everything to make the wedding the best day of her son’s life. She knows your parents passed away when you were sixteen and she tries to make me feel like an orphan when an opportunity strikes. I mean who does that?
You were lost in thoughts when you heard Dean call you again.
“Y/N?”
“Hmm”
“You, okay?”
“Yeah, sorry I have a lot on my mind. With the wedding planning and budgeting”
“You don’t have to apologize Y/N. Just wanted to make sure you are ok.”
“Thanks Dean. Maybe I need a hot shower and a good night’s sleep.”
“Yeah, you should get some rest.”
“Alright, thanks for talking me out of smoking. I really was debating.” You laughed a little.
“Well, I’m glad to be of help. Good night sweetheart.”
You smiled a little and waved Dean good night and walked back inside your apartment.
Dean took a deep breath and went back in to Sam’s apartment.
Sam was in the kitchen getting dinner ready. He looked up when he heard the door to his patio open and close.
“Were you talking to someone?”
“Yeah, Y/N.”
“Oh, how is she doing? I barely see her here since she got engaged to that douche.”
“Douche?” Dean raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, not sure what Y/N sees in Matt, but Jess and I never liked him. He was a total d-bag in college. He once asked what our dad was ‘worth’ to determine if we could be friends.”
“What? That is weird.”
“Yeah, he only wanted to be friends with guys who were loaded and could spend daddy’s money.”
“Oh boy, what is Y/N doing with an ass like that?”
“I don’t know Dean. She always kept to herself in freshman year. Jess and I met her in calculus class and never had many classes together since we were all in different majors. She is pretty smart, I tell you.”
Dean smiled and replied “Yeah, that she seems to be.” He kept thinking how beautiful she is too. She had a pretty smile.
Sam sensed something and said “She is engaged Dean. Don’t even think about it.”
“Seriously Sam? You think that low of me that I would hit on an engaged woman?”
“Just warning ya.”
“Yeah, whatever bitch.”
“Jerk.”
Jess walked in the front door at caught the end of their conversation.
“Don’t start you too. I want to have a nice and pleasant dinner.”
“He started it!” both said and the same time pointing to each other.
Jess rolled her eyes and walked over to Dean to give him a hug and went over to Sam and pecked his cheek as a greeting.
“So, what were you guys talking about?”
“Y/N” Sam replied.
“Oh, what about her? Is she ok?”
“Oh yeah. Just caught her on one of her bad days, I guess. She is stressed about the wedding planning.” Dean replied.
“Oh” Jess replied a little lost in thought.
“Everything okay babe?”
Jess jerked back from her thoughts and replied “Yeah…yeah” and she smiled at her boyfriend. Sam knew she was hiding something, but didn’t bring it up.
“So, are you guys invited to the wedding?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, Y/N sent us both the invite and unfortunately, we had to decline since the wedding falls during mom and dad’s anniversary weekend. With the planning and everything, it would be a tight squeeze to attend the wedding and drive to Lawrence.”
“Oh yeah, that reminds me. We need to finalize the seating tomorrow so I can let Ellen know.” Dean reminded Sam.
“We can take a look at it tomorrow morning after breakfast?” Sam asked.
“Sounds good to me.”
The three finished their dinner ended the night with some light laughs and heavy liquor.
That night Sam and Jess were getting ready for bed and Sam decided to bring up what Jess was thinking about when they were talking about Y/N.
“Hey babe, what were you thinking when we were talking about Y/N’s wedding”
“Oh, it is nothing. Maybe I didn’t see it correctly and imagining things.”
“You didn’t see what correctly?” Sam asked curiously.
Jess sighed a little and replied “The other day I think I saw Matt with someone else when I was hanging out with Melissa and getting drinks at the club.”
“What?” Sam asked bewildered.
“Yeah, maybe it wasn’t him.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Well, because this person was heavily making out with the woman who he was with.”
“It could have been Y/N.”
“I thought so too, but that night when I returned to the apartment I ran into Y/N while she was taking out trash and she was telling how she was stuck at home all day working on a deadline.”
“Oh” Sam said. “Maybe it wasn’t Matt. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was, but for Y/N’s sake let’s hope it was someone else.”
“Yeah, me too babe. It was a dark club and loud. Maybe I am wrong. But in all honesty, she deserves someone else. I never liked Matt.” Jess said scrunching up her nose.
“Yeah, me neither.”
“See that is why I like you.” Jess replied with a grin.
“Geez, I thought you like me for other things too” Sam wiggled his eyebrows and pounced on Jess making her giggle loudly.
Sam and Jess were interrupted when they heard three bangs from the adjacent room.
“Hey! The walls are pretty thin around here. You are scarring me for life” Dean yelled.
Sam and Jess giggle quietly and yelled “Sorry” at the same time.
Dean huffed a little and closed his eyes to try and sleep. For whatever reason his mind kept going back to Y/N and how he wanted to hug her and take her worries away after seeing her today. He cannot get the image of her face that was lit up with the soft moonlight earlier.
“Stop it, Dean. Stop it. She is getting married.” He murmured to himself and started counting backwards to fall asleep. Some how he fell asleep and let the darkness consume him soon.
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Next morning you woke up well rested. You are lucky you worked from home. You had a few things to take care at work and then work on wedding stuff. Your manager was very understanding that you needed cut back a few hours everyday to go meet vendors and stuff during weekdays to finalize the stuff for the wedding.
You took a quick shower and made a small breakfast for yourself and texted Matt reminding him again about meeting the florist today at 11:30 and to come pick you up at 11:00. He didn’t reply, but you assumed he saw the message. After working for a few hours, you were about to take an early lunch. You put on some jeans and a simple t-shirt to get ready to go to the florist. It was 11:00 and your phone rang. It was Matt.
“Hey babe. You downstairs?”
He groggily replied “Hey. I just woke up and saw your message. I don’t think I can make it to the appointment. Can you go by yourself? I mean it is flowers, what would I do there anyways?”
To you say you were furious was an understatement. Who even wakes up at 11AM on a weekday? Especially when you are planning your wedding?
“Seriously Matt? We both were supposed to go to the florist and finalize the flowers and center pieces. It is not just my wedding it is our wedding.”
“You are making mountains out of mole hills Y/N. It is just stupid flowers, who cares?”
“Who cares? Are you kidding Matt? Don’t you care about this wedding? I mean I wanted a small wedding, but your mom insisted on making extravagant.”
“Don’t bring my mom into this Y/N.” He replied with a tone that was almost scary.
“Well, she chose the cake yesterday. Maybe she should just choose the flowers as well.” You replied snidely.
“You are lucky you have my mom helping you. You have no friends and no family. Be grateful”
That hurt. You were on the verge of tears and you cleared your throat.
“I didn’t mean to be ungrateful; I just would like you to participate in this wedding planning. This is how we make memories. We only have a week left.”
“Well now I am not in the mood to come anyways, I’ll ask mom to join you.”
“No, that’s okay. I’ll take care of it. You don’t have to bother her.”
“She’ll come. Drive yourself there.” Matt replied and cut the call.
Those tears finally spilled. You were always alone after you lost your mom and dad. They were the biggest support system in your life and loosing that was horrible. You always thought meeting Matt was a blessing. He kept you active socially basically dragging you to every party and event around college. Over the years his friends became your friends, his life became your life and now his family was going to be yours. You were skeptical towards him and his motives, but didn’t want to question too much about it. You were getting a family again, so you bent anyway Matt molded you.
You picked yourself up and drove to the florist. Matt’s mom Martha was already there and she had a sour face. You sighed deeply and walked towards her.
“Matt told me about the conversation you both had earlier.” No hi or hello.
“Umm, what do you mean?”
“You shouldn’t force Matt to do things he doesn’t like. That is not OK” she hissed.
“Martha, I didn’t say anything. I just wanted him to join us to choose flowers since this is our wedding.”
“Well, you got me. So, let’s get to it.” She replied and got to work.
Peonies. She picked peonies. I mean they are beautiful flowers, but you wanted to have sunflowers in your bouquet. They were your mom’s favorite. You wanted her to be with you in some way on your special day. It is not traditional, but you thought you could at least win this fight. But you had no strength left in you to argue, so you let Martha pick everything.
After the appointment you drove back to your apartment. Glad that you and Matt don’t share a place. Otherwise, you would have seen his mom all the time. You need a break this evening. Get your mind off the planning so you decided to call you maid of honor, Lisa. Matt introduced you to Lisa in college. Matt and her dated the freshman year, but they both didn’t “click”. They remained friends and hung out all the time. Lisa became your impromptu best friend.
You rang Lisa. After a few rings she picked up the phone. She almost sounded as if she ran half a mile.
“Hey Lisa. How is it going?”
“Hey Y/N. What’s up?”
“Oh, I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out this evening. Maybe grab a few drinks and get a bite?”
“Um no, I can’t. My sister is visiting. She just broke up with her boyfriend and is upset and she needs me.”
“I am so sorry to hear that. How is doing now?”
“Huh...yeah yeah..she is fine.” Lisa replied hastily.
“Okay, hope she feels better. Maybe we can get together later this week. Go over some details about the bridesmaid dresses and set an appointment for a final fitting?”
“Yeah..yeah that sounds fine. Listen Y/N, I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.” She cut the call even before you could say bye.
You looked at the phone puzzled and got back to your work.
At 4, you promptly shut off the laptop to cook something. You didn’t eat lunch since you lost your appetite after meeting you mother-in-law to be. You decided to cook something and were in the kitchen ready to start your prep when you heard a knock at your door.
You were hoping Matt cooled down and stopped by. When you opened the door, you were met with Jess’s big smile. You always loved hanging out with Jess. She had such an infectious smile and attitude. She was a caring person in general.
“Hey Y/N! Is this a bad time?”
“No, no not at all. Come in.” You invited her in.
She gave you a tight hug and you wrapped your arms around here and squeezed her. You needed this after the whole florist fiasco. She broke the hug, and you both walked to your couch to sit down and have a chat. A few niceties were exchanged.
“Sam and I were wondering if you are free this evening?”
“Oh? Why?”
“We feel bad for not being able to attend your wedding and we were wondering if we can take you out for dinner and drinks this evening. Maybe your fiancé can join us too?”
What a relief. You need some company this evening and Jess is a literal angel at this point.
“Sure! Let me call Matt and check with him.”
“Okay, let’s say 7? We can get an early start on the drinks.” Jess laughed.
“You read my mind sister. 7 sounds good.”
Jess got up to leave the apartment and turned around. “Oh! Dean is also going to join us. Is that okay?”
You smiled a little wider hearing Dean’s name. Jess didn’t miss that.
“Of course! The more the merrier, right?”
“Yup! Alright, see you then.”
“See ya.” Your spirits were lifted. You called Matt to tell him about the plan. Praying that his mood is set after the call you had earlier today.
“Yeah?” He answered his call.
“Hey Matt, are you busy?”
“Not really, what’s up?”
“Um, you remember Sam and Jess, right? My neighbors. We went to college with them.”
“Yeah, what about them?”
“They wanted to hangout this evening. Get some drinks together. They feel bad that they can’t attend the wedding. They invited us both. They want to leave at 7. Want to come over to my place?”
Matt sighed “Listen Y/N. I never really liked that Sam guy. He is thinks he is above everyone because of his brains. I don’t want to hang out with them. You shouldn’t either.”
You were taken back a little. Sam was the most down to earth guy you ever met. Even in college. Not sure why Matt thinks that way.
“But Matt, they want to take us both out for drinks and dinner. They are nice people. You should give them a chance.”
“Y/N, I said what I said. I don’t want to go. Also, I made plans with my ma. I will let you hang out with them. Just this one time.”
Seriously? You never asked his permission.
“I don’t need your permission to hang out with them Matt. They are kind enough to invite us for dinner and this is how you talk?”
“Do I need to remind you of our talk from this morning?” He asked gruffly.
“Whatever.” You said and cut the call. You weren’t going to apologize when you have done nothing wrong. You were looking forward to this evening with Jess and Sam. And you were not going to lie that you were looking forward to spending some time with Dean as well. He always seemed nice and caring.
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General POV:
Jess walked into their apartment and found Sam and Dean on the couch going over some details about their parent’s anniversary party.
“Y/N is free this evening. She will join us for drinks and dinner. I told her we will leave at 7.”
Dean perked up hearing this. And Jess didn’t miss that. She smirked a little walking to the fridge to get a drink.
“Matt is also going to join us.”
Sam groaned. “I hate that guy.” He muttered.
“Tough luck, you better behave this evening, Samuel.” Jess scolded him.
“Yeah yeah. I will if he will.”
“Sam, we invited them, so play nice. It is just one evening.”
“Yes ma’am” Sam replied.
Around 6:45, Y/N heard a knock at her door. She was expecting Jess, but when she opened the door, she saw Dean. He was wearing a simple flannel and jeans and boy, did he look good. She wiped those thoughts away and smiled at Dean.
“Hey Dean! I am almost ready. Need a few more minutes. Come in.”
“Hey. No rush. Just wanted to talk to you before we left.”
Y/N looked a little puzzled.
“Oh? What do you want to talk about?” Y/N was putting on her ear ring using the mirror in the foyer. Her back to Dean.
“Um, wanted to see if it was okay with you and Matt for me to join. I can drop if you guys feel uncomfortable.”
Y/N turned back to face him. She didn’t understand where this was coming from.
“Dean, that is totally fine. Thanks for checking with me. It will be fun. Also, Matt is not joining us this evening. He is otherwise occupied” Y/N said as she rolled her eyes and turned around to put on her other ear ring.
Dean was relived to know that Matt wouldn’t join. After what Sam told him, he didn’t really care much about that douchebag either. He didn’t ask her more about why Matt couldn’t join them.
“Ok, I am ready. Ready to head out?”
Dean took a few seconds to admire her. She dressed simple, but she made her outfit look amazing.
“Yeah, let’s go see if Sam and Jess and ready too.”
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The evening started out great. All four of them hit a few bars and drank and danced their worries away. Especially Y/N. She let loose. Jess challenged Y/N to drink to every drink she had. And that turned into a friendly competition and both women were very tipsy by the time they hit their third or fourth bar. Sam and Dean soon realized that it was time to get some food to soak up the alcohol.
Jess and Y/N were giggling all night and just having fun. Dean was amused every time he looked at Y/N. He wished he met Y/N sooner because he would have asked her out. No doubt. But we can’t always get what we want, right?
They wanted to make their way to a restaurant to end their night and eat something. Y/N and Jess wanted to drink a little more and dance and kept calling the men party poopers.
“Ladies, you both need to eat. We had been drinking for 3 hours now.” Sam scolded.
“Booo!” Jess yelled.
Y/N parroted her and yelled “Yeah, Booooo!” towards Dean and broke into a fit of giggles.
Sam and Dean both sighed and somehow convinced them. Y/N understood and reasoned with Jess.
“Girl, we need food. I am hungry. I am sure they serve wine there.” She winked.
“Aww, I don’t want the night to end. I never get to hangout with you. Which is weird. We were friends in college and now we are neighbors and we never did this before.”
Y/n felt bad. Matt always made plans for her and never let her hangout with Sam and Jess. Sensing this Jess straightened up.
“Sorry, that was uncalled for.” Jess replied groggily.
“No no, don’t apologize. We will do this again. I promise” Y/N told Jess and gave her a hug.
This conversation warmed Sam and Dean. Dean especially. He knew it was Matt that held her back, but he was glad Y/N was letting some steam out and spending time with Jess. It looked like she needed this.
At the restaurant, they got a booth. Sam and Jess sat on one side and Y/N and Dean on the other. Y/N felt the warmth coming off Dean. They reminisced over the night’s events and were having fun. During the conversation Dean rested his arm behind Y/N. She could smell the cologne coming off Dean. Not thinking she turned a little to face Dean and smiled.
“You smell so good Dean.” She said almost giddily.
Dean had a smug look on his face and with a grin replied “Thank you, darling.”
Sam cleared his throat as if warning Dean again.
Dean immediately realized the closeness and took his arm off the seat and moved a little away from her.
Jess got up to go use the restroom while you three were finishing your food. She got back to the table a few minutes later very sober and a little flustered.
“We need to go home. Now” she said to the table.
“Babe, what is the hurry? We still haven’t gotten dessert” Sam replied confused. You and Dean were confused as well. Jess looked at Sam and subtly pointed at something behind her with her eyes. Sam followed her eyesight to where it was pointed. Sam tightened his jaw.
“Yeah, let’s go.” Sam replied.
Dean and Y/N were confused, but obliged. Sam and Dean went to the front desk to settle the check. Y/N felt the need to use the bathroom.
“Guys, I will be right back. I need to use the restroom.”
“No Y/N wait..” Jess stopped her, but it was too late.
Y/N turned around and immediately got a glimpse of Matt at one of the booths. Y/N was not sure, but she squinted her eyes and he wasn’t alone. He was with Lisa. Your maid of honor. They both were cozied up in the booth facing her and even before she could realize what was happening, they started making out heavily.
The air got knocked out of Y/N. The blood drained from her face. Jess immediately came to her side to hold her. Sam and Dean saw what was happening and walked over to the girls. Dean was worried to see Y/N in such state. He looked at what she was looking. He saw two people playing tonsil tennis with each other. He looked at Sam for an explanation.
“That’s Matt.” That was all he needed to hear. He went to Y/N’s side and tried to get her to talk. She was honestly scaring him. She was in shock.
“Sweetheart, hey! Look at me. Let’s get out of here. Okay?” He was trying to get to her.
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Y/N’s POV:
Your blood was boiling. Internally you were screaming and you wanted to pounce on Matt and Lisa. But you were unable to move. You weren’t blinking, trying to make sure you were seeing things right. Dean’s voice broke you out of your trance. You looked at Dean.
“You…you guys got my back?” She asked shakingly.
Sam and Jess looked at each other not understanding what you were asking. But Dean immediately understood.
“Absolutely” replied Dean. That is all you needed to hear.
You straightened your stance pulled the engagement ring from your left hand and marched over to their table like a woman on a mission. Dean, Jess and Sam followed you. You made eye contact with Matt and Lisa.
“You two. Outside. Now!” You said in a calm voice and slammed the ring on the table and turned to walk away.
Dean was right beside you and opened the door for you. You didn’t want to make a scene inside the restaurant. A lot of people were having a good time and it wasn’t fair to them.
Once the cool air hit your face, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Sam and Jess immediately came to your side and Dean never leaving your side.
“Are you ok Y/N?” Jess asked. Honestly your calmness was scaring her.
You smiled at her and shook your head yes.
Matt and Lisa showed up a few minutes later walking towards you. Lisa cowering behind Matt. When they were close enough. You looked at Matt.
“How long?” was all you asked calmly.
“Y/N…” Matt started to say.
“HOW LONG?!” you yelled at this point.
Matt flinched at your tone. Honestly everyone around you flinched, but you didn’t care.
Matt put his head down and mumbled something.
“What?” you asked as you couldn’t hear.
“Over a year” Matt said a little louder. You felt like someone slapped you. You were mad at him for doing this, but you were even more mad at him for how he manipulated you and gaslighted you even after he started the affair. The nerve on this guy. He was fucking someone else behind your back. Your maid of honor no less.
“Then why did you propose to me?” You yelled.
Matt put his head down unable to answer. And that answered your question.
“Oh god, it was proposal out of guilt isn’t it?” you questioned. When he didn’t answer you yelled “Isn’t it?”
Matt shook his head and lifted his head to look at you.
You took a deep breath and pointed at him.
“I want you to come get your shit from my apartment tomorrow. They might be in the hallway, or near the dumpster. I don’t know yet.” You told him. Spitting venom.
“And you” you pointed to Lisa. “I trusted you. You could have done the right thing and told me. But you didn’t. And you even lied to me. You volunteered to be my maid of honor. I never want to see your face ever again. Understood?”
Lisa nodded her head and cowered even further behind Matt.
“Heh, I should have realized what a manipulative bastard you are Matt. But I always gave you the benefit of the doubt. Ignored all the red flags. But that one is on me, isn’t it?” Your voice waivered at the end.
Dean got beside you and placed a hand on your lower back. Telling you silently he got you. Jess placed he hand on your shoulder and Sam was right behind you and Dean. They got your back and you didn’t want to spill any more tears for this son of a bitch! Literally.
You turned to Dean.
“I want to go home Dean.” You said quietly.
“Of course, sweetheart.” Dean gave Matt a dirty look and guided you out of there. Jess and Sam silently followed.
You were walking slowly and started to shiver a little. Dean put his arm around your shoulder. You were glad he was there. You slowly brought your hand around Dean’s torso from the behind and snuggled into him. For warmth, for comfort, for support. And it felt good. Dean did not complain one bit.
“I got you Y/N. I got you.” Dean reassured and kissed your temple.
How you got home was a mystery. You got into your apartment and sat on the couch silently. Dean sat beside you holding you. Sam went to get some water for you. Jess crouched to your eye level. A sad smile on her face.
“How are you feeling?” Jess asked you.
“I want to be alone.” You replied. Jess looked at Dean and then Sam. Sam shook his head a no, not comfortable leaving you alone in this mental state.
“Y/N I don’t think it is good for you to be alone at this time.” Jess tried to assure you.
You shook your head no and said “Please I just want to be alone. With my thoughts. Please” you pleaded with her.
“But…” she was about to put her foot down when Dean stepped in.
“How about I stay with you Y/N?”
You turned your head to him “You don’t have to Dean. It’s ok. I won’t do anything irrational, if that is what you all are worried about.”
Dean felt bad. “We don’t want you to be alone in case Matt comes back. Doesn’t he have a key?”
You nodded your head yes. “See, just for your safety I’ll stay here. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
For some reason you felt better knowing someone will be close by. “Okay” you replied silently.
Jess smiled and said “Good.” She squeezed your knee as an assurance. “That’s settled. When you wake up tomorrow come straight to our place for breakfast.” That was an order. You nodded your head yes.
“Heads up, this guy snores like a bear.” Jess said pointing her thumb at Dean.
“Hey! I don’t snore.” Dean defended.
You chuckled a little. Thankful for them trying to cheer you up. You took Dean’s hand in your hand and looked up and Jess and Sam. “Thanks for having my back today. That wasn’t a pleasant situation to be around.”
“We always got your back Y/N.” Sam assured you with a smile. Dean squeezed your hand and said “I got you. Always.” Silently.
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Dinner:Eddie Munson x Black Reader
Summary: With a little help from your mom, Eddie surprises you with your favorite dinner. Just a sweet drabble born out of the fact my oxtail place was closed last night and I almost cried.
Trigger Warnings: None, just quick and sweet fluff
It started with a smell.
You were at Eddie’s, half watching a movie with your head on his chest. You were content and on the verge of sleeping right then and there when you caught a familiar scent in his shirt yet different from his usual overlapping scents of leather, cigarette smoke, and weed.
“Baby?”
“Yeah princess?”
“Why do you smell like a spice cabinet? ” You asked, curious, taking a big whiff of him again. 
“Huh? Oh uh, somebody spilled their lunch on me.” Eddie mumbled
“What-”
“How about a shower, just the two of us?” Before you can answer, he picks you up off the couch and with a kiss on your check, you forgot whatever you asked him.
And then a phone call.
“Babe, can you grab the phone, I’m changing.” Eddie called out over the ringing phone.
Placing your book to the side, you answered the phone, expecting Wayne to be on the other end.
“Hey sweetie!”
“Mom? Is everything okay, why are you calling?”
“ Nothing’s wrong baby, I promise. Where’s that boy of yours?”
“He’s getting dressed. Why do you need to talk to Eddie?”
“Never you mind sugar, now put him on the phone.” She ordered with a laugh and with a confused stare, you handed the phone to your boyfriend.
“It’s my mom, for you.”
“Oh! This will just a take a second.” He grabbed a pen and a notepad from the table and all but slammed his bedroom door in your face.
“Why did you need to talk to my mom?” You asked when he finally emerged and sat on the couch next to you.
“Did I forget to tell you? I’m leaving you for your mother. I’m sorry you had to find out this way but it’s for the best.”
“What are you two up to? Come on babe, you can tell me.” You pouted and slipped into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Nice try princess, but you’re not getting a word out of me. You’ll just have to be patient.” Eddie said, kissing you on the forehead.
“And you’ll have to shower alone from now to eternity.”
Ending with a surprise.
With work and school, you’d barely seen your boyfriend all week so when you got to his trailer you were so excited to just chill, maybe order some takeout but the boy had other plans.
The smell has your mouth watering before you even see Eddie bent over a slow cooker, hair in a low bun, towel over one shoulder.
“What is all this, it smells amazing. Oh my god, are those oxtails?! Eddie! ” You reached to peek under the lid but Eddie smacked your hand away.
“You were not raised in a barn, go wash your hands baby.” He said with a smile.
“You’ve been hanging out with my mom too much.” You fake grumbled, going to wash up for dinner. In your short absence the table had been set and there were candles.
“Surprise! I plotted with your mom and she showed me to make your favorite. Okay, she did most of the grocery shopping and it’s her recipe but I did make it, all on my own and your mom definitely did not jump out the back window when she saw you coming.” He explained, kissing you on top of the head before pulling your seat out.
“Eddie, this might be the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, thank you. I can’t believe you went to all this trouble.”  You said, leaning forward to softly kiss him.
“When it comes to you, there’s no trouble.   Now try it so I know if I need to call Poison Control in the next 5 minutes.” He joked but you could see the nervousness in his eyes as you took a bite.
“And? How is it, princess?”
“I think I just came.”
“Right answer”
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sunflowersteves · 2 years
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🍋! for eddie helping the reader after a bad day?? this is DEF self projecting but i’ve been working a lot this week and am struggling a bit mentally XOXO UR AMAZING ILY
ILY!!!!! thank you so much, love!! i give u this rose 🌹
eddie knew immediately when something was wrong when you didn’t great him at the door
you’d normally come in, slide your shoes off and come running into his arms
but today wasn’t that day
tears had already pricked your eyes by the time you softly shut the door behind you
your legs were tired and all you could do was sit on the couch, trying not to get more upset than you already were
eddie had heard you open the door to his trailer and was expecting you to tackle him on the bed
but a frown stretched down onto his face when it never came
“sweetheart?” he popped his head out from the hallway to see you staring at the ground
he could see how tired you looked—your eyes looked irritated, your hand was gripping your thigh, unshed tears glistened beneath your eyelids
he crouched down in front of you, grabbing your wrist—giving it a small squeeze
“what’s wrong, baby?”
you shook your head slightly, a breath being released that you didn’t realize you were holding
“I-I just, I don’t know, I had a really shitty day and—and—” you could tell you were on the verge of tears again and it slightly frustrated you
it was really just one thing after another before everything felt like it was crashing down on top of you
as if Eddie could tell, he got up and pulled you up to him
he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a chaste kiss against your temple
tears started pouring down your face, hands creating a fist onto his shirt as he rubbed soft circles on your shoulders
“I know, baby, let it out. let it all out.”
he continued whispering sweet nothings while he guided you back to the couch
he had you straddle his lap, continuously giving you small, gentle kisses on your chest, neck, and jaw
gradually, your soft cries began to cease to sniffles
your hands subconsciously started to play with his hair, twirling strands between your fingers
you could tell he was full of concern, still, his eyes roaming over you
“Susan spilled coffee on my favorite shirt.” eddie started to gently wipe below your eye, attempting to cease your tears
“then steve forgot to pick robin and I up for lunch.” eddie’s face turned to scowl before his hand dropped down to your hip
“and then I got a flat tire on the way home and had to call run to joyce’s house to call roadside service.”
you let out a sigh, “and that’s not even it! after Joyce gave me a ride here, I stepped in the biggest puddle and the shoes you just got me are all wet.”
his heart almost broke as he watched your eyes start to water again
and he was determined to make this very bad day into a good day
you watched, confused, as he plopped you off his lap and ran into the kitchen
he grabbed as much snacks and drinks as he could before placing them right next to you
he put your favorite movie in and cuddled up right back next to you
“tomorrow morning, I’m gonna call you in sick,” you started to protest but he shook his head, “nuh uh, baby. and we’re gonna stay up all night, smoke, eat, drink, and relax. then when we go to bed, I’m gonna run you a nice hot bath and then we’re gonna cuddle all night.”
you pressed your lips flush against his, hands gripping his chest tightly
god, you had the best boyfriend in the damn world
he booped your nose, mumbling against your lips, “you’re gonna worry about absolutely nothing for the next twenty four hours.”
for the first time in hours, you smiled. eddie couldn’t help but beam back at you.
“I love you, eds.” you pressed another kiss to his lips
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 10 months
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~4 times Texas was the comforter (and 1 time he was the comfortee)~
⚠️mention of getting high/drunk, censored swearing, mention of pets dying,⚠️
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Comfort victim 1#: New York
Texas had just walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water when he saw New York curled up in the corner with his knees to his chest and his head buried in them. "Uhhhh…. New York?" He asked, a bit confused as to why York was doing this.
York looked up from where he was and stared at Texas with the look of someone on the verge of tears and insanity. He had mascara and eyeliner running down his face, which kinda scared the living crap out of Texas at first. "Whaddya want?" asked the smaller, his voice shaky and quiet.
"Are you umm…. A-are ya doing aight??" The Lone Star State asked with a slightly nervous laugh.
"I’m perfectly f(speaks New York)in’ fine. Piss off." York hissed. He glared at the taller when he walked over to him and knelt down.
"Are ya sure?? Ya ain’t lookin’ to hot. Are ya sick or somethin’?" Texas asked as he brought a hand to York’s head to check for fever, only to have York swat it away like a cat.
"I’m not f(speaks New York)ing sick. Just leave me alone already." said the smaller state as he buried his face in his knees again.
‘As always, bein’ a stubborn lil’ yankee…’ Texas thought to himself. He sighed and said, "Aight ya stubborn lil’ yankee, tell me what’s wrong fore’ I get yer brother in ere’ so he can get it outta ya himself." He noticed how York seemed to be in some sort of pain and the way he cringed at Texas’s stern tone of voice.
He sighed and lowered his voice a bit. "Hey bud, can ya please tell me what’s wrong? If yer sick or hurt ya can tell me, I would be glad to help."
"I’m not hurt or sick it’s just….." York started before trailing off.
"It’s just…?"
"Ughhhh Bronx and Queens won’t shut up about sports. They’ve been fighting and screaming at each other for the past two hours and haven’t stopped once." York said, another tear running down his face.
Texas cringed at that. He knew very well that it wasn’t fun dealing with arguing cities. He gently wiped the tear from the smaller’s face and stood up. "I have an idea that might help distract you, but I’m gonna need ya to come with me." He said, holding out a hand for the Empire State to take. He noticed how York seemed to be kinda skeptical about taking his hand. "It’s ok. I’m not gonna hurt ya or anythin’."
York reluctantly took his hand and allowed himself to be pulled to a standing position. He let out a small squeak when Texas picked him up and burrowed closer to his chest and buried his face in Tex’s neck, making the taller chuckle a bit. He felt Texas move an arm away and heard the snap of his fingers, meaning they had just teleported somewhere. York unburied his face and looked at their surroundings, and noticed that they seemed to be in Texas’s room.
The main light wasn’t on but instead there were small little fairy lights everywhere that created some dim lighting, and there were small little plants hanging on each wall, which he guessed were all native to Texas’s state. There was Texas’s flag hanging from the wall, which wasn’t surprising, but what WAS surprising was each of the other main 6’s flags hanging next to it. Ofc Texas had the other normal things such as a bed, a tv, a desk, ect…., along with different band posters of country singers and rock bands. Overall, it was pretty peaceful in there, and there was a slight scent of smoke, wood, and fruit.
Texas carried York over to his bed and gently dropped him there. He grabbed his remote and laid down next to where York was laying and turned on his TV. He then opened YouTube and turned to York, "Do ya have a favorite band or musician?"
York was barely paying attention at first, as he was too busy looking around him. He snapped back to the world when he felt someone gently shake his shoulder a bit. "H-huh?"
"Do ya have a favorite band or musician?" Texas repeated.
"O-oh, umm- yea I like Nirvana." York answered, silently cursing himself for stuttering.
"Nice choice."Tex said as he typed "Nirvana" into the search bar thing and played a random Nirvana playlist that he listened to on the daily.
"I didn’t know ya listened to Nirvana." Said the Empire State.
"Course’ I do. They’re a great band. Ya over Cobain’s death yet?" Texas asked with a smirk.
"Nope. And I never will be. That man was a f(speaks New York)in’ leGEND-*whimper*" York started but got cut off by a whimper when a large wave of pain went through his entire upper body.
"Woah wth was that?! Are ya alright?!" Tex shouted, but lowered his voice when York winced a bit. "Sorry."
"No no, you’re fine, Albany just joined the fight and now all three of em’ are yellin’ at each other." York reassured the older, massaging his temples a bit while catching his breath. He managed to catch his breath and relax ever so slightly.
"Oh d*mn…. Can I try somethin’??" Texas asked the smaller.
"Umm… sure I guess??" York responded.
Texas reached over and snaked an arm under and around York and pulled him closer to himself so that York would be cuddled into his side. He gently pulled off the smaller’s hat and ran a gentle hand through his hair and gently scratched his scalp, pleased with the small little sigh of contentment he got in return. York had flipped onto his side and now had an arm wrapped around Texas and his face buried in the side of his chest with his eyes closed.
Tex saw that York was now definitely a lot calmer and slid his hand down York’s neck and onto his back, smirking fondly when the smaller state shivered and giggled slightly. He gently massaged his back, digging his thumb gently into the middle of York’s back and feeling all the tension slowly start slipping away. He did the same with the rest of York’s back, and he was surprised at how tense the Empire State was, and how many times he massaged his fingers into York’s back and there was a muscle pop or a knot that needed to be dealt with. Eventually, he got the smaller state to fall asleep while purring.
He looked down at New York and smiled fondly when he saw the state peacefully for what was probably the first time in a long while.
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Comfort victim #2: Louisiana
"Have any of you seen Louisiana?" Gov asked. The states were all at a meeting that Gov had called to discuss some things. All except Louisiana. All the states needed had shown up except Loui, whom no one has seemed to have seen.
"Uh… no I haven’t now that you mention it. Tex?" Florida said, now actually slightly concerned as to where his best friend was.
"Nope. Mass?"
"I saw im’ this mornin’, but he seemed a lil’ bit off today." Mass said.
"So nobody has seen him? I need to talk to him about some things regarding his state." Gov sighed when there was a collection of no’s. "Can someone go check on him?"
"I’ll go." Texas said, standing up.
"Awww, didn’t expect big bad Texas to care~" Oklahoma said teasingly.
"Why you little-" Said the taller, but got cut off by New Jersey, who sat between them.
"Alright yous two!! Knock it off. Oklahoma, shut up. Texas, go check on the Voodoo b*tch." Jersey shouted.
"Fine." The two states said glaring at each other with hatred.
Texas got up and walked out of the meeting room without another word.
~~~~Outside Loui’s room~~~~
Texas walked up to the door to Loui’s room and knocked.
"Lou? Are ya in there?"
No answer. Instead he heard something that sounded like muffled crying coming from the other side of the door. That’s not good.
"Loui? Bud are ya in there?" Texas asked, slightly worried now.
Again, no answer.
"Lou I’m comin’ in there." Texas said as he turned the doorknob, relieved to see that it was unlocked. He walked into the room and closed the door behind him before turning around to see the sight that would break his heart.
Loui was curled up in the corner of his room with tears and eyeliner running down his face. He seemed to be staring at something in front of him, and whatever that was was terrifying him seeing as he had a very scared look in his eyes and they were glowing brightly. He was rocking back and forth and breathing heavily as if it was a struggle. Texas noticed that the room also seemed to smell like weed, meaning that there was a chance that Loui was kinda sorta maybe high.
Texas almost immediately ran to Loui’s side, but stopped when Loui gave a cry and covered his face and somehow backed further into the corner. He didn’t know what was scaring his friend, but he knew that he needed to deal with this calmly carefully and quietly. But everytime he moved forward, Loui would only somehow back up further or try to get away. He finally gave up and just ran towards Loui, trying his best to ignore the cries as he enveloped him in a tight hug so that Loui couldn’t escape.
"Shhhhhhh you’re ok…. Shhhhhh….." Texas said as he moved the smaller into his lap and started rubbing his back comfortingly. He noted that Loui did in fact smell like weed, but he also seemed to not really be high, seeing as he showed very little signs of being high. It took a long time to get Loui to be somewhat calm again (keyword: somewhat), or at least calm enough that he could speak.
"T-t-Tex??" Loui asked, his voice shaking as he spoke.
"Yes it’s me bud." Texas responded, hugging his friend close.
"T-Tex t-they w-won’t stop…." Loui said, sounding terrified and looking at something in front of them.
Texas tried to look at whatever Loui was looking at, but could see nothing. "Who are ya talkin’ about Lou??" He asked the younger, who was still shaking and trembling and trying to hide in Tex’s chest.
"T-they won’t s-stop…. The s-spirits… T-THEY W-WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" Loui said, crying out and holding his neck all of a sudden.
‘What the he//??’ Texas thought to himself. He did not like this one bit. "Loui, move yer hands so I can see what’s wrong."
"N-no he’s gonna do it again!!" Loui yelled shrinking further into himself.
Texas managed to get a firm yet gentle grip on Loui’s hands and pinned them above his head so he could see what was wrong without the Pelican State’s hands being in the way. He took a look at whatever Loui was trying to cover and saw a large bleeding scratch and a red mark that looked as if someone was trying to choke the smaller state. Tex decided that after he found who did this, he would make sure that they would not see the light of day again, until he remembered Loui saying something about spirits. That meant that he could do nothing.
He hugged the crying state closer to him after releasing his hands. Loui had his legs wrapped around Texas’s torso and his face buried in his shoulder, so Tex could feel how much the smaller was still shaking. He just hugged him close and gently rubbed his back as he cried. He hated seeing those he loved like this. Especially Loui, who was the sweetest person in the world. Eventually, Loui managed to calm down almost completely, only letting a few tears and whimpers escape.
"Hey Lou…" Tex said, relieved that Loui had calmed down so much.
"Mmmm…?" Loui hummed quietly.
"Just outta curiosity, why does it smell like weed in ere’??" Texas asked.
"Tried to get high… to ‘scape the spirits…." Loui said tiredly.
"Whaddya mean ‘tried to’??" The older asked.
"It takes a lot more dan’ one roll to get me high sha."
"Oh. And who were the ‘spirits’ you were talkin’ bout?"
"I’m one of da most haunted places on earth sha. And those are the spirits of those dat I either killed in battle or those dat I couldn’t save…" said the smaller with a sad tone. Tex could feel him starting to shake again. "They never leave me alone, Tex. It’s all my fault they died, so dat’s fair I guess… but they just all screech at me and touch in places I’d rather not be touched and blame me for everything and hurt me sometimes, and and-"
"Shhh shh Lou…. Yer gettin’ worked up again. Slow down and breathe" Texas interrupted and softly poked Loui in the side, making him giggle slightly.
"S-sorry sha."
"Ya don’t need to apologize. Just relax ya goofball." Said the Lone Star State calmly. He hugged the smaller tightly and rubbed his back soothingly, calming Loui down a lot. He gently nudged the other with his head, his hair brushing against Loui’s ears, making him giggle even more. ‘Laughter. That’s good.’ He thought to himself.
Eventually, Loui fell into a peaceful slumber whilst hugging Texas, who eventually also fell asleep as well.
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Comfort victim #3: New Jersey
It was a rather nice day outside, so the Lone Star decided that it would be good time to get some work done. He put on his boots, grabbed his hat and walked out the back door into the backyard. As he was on his way to the shed for his tools, he saw somebody sitting under sitting under the giant oak tree that was in the yard. They seemed to be petting something in their lap and honestly looked incredibly sad for some reason. Texas decided to just drop by and see if everything was alright and maybe offer them a drink.
As he walked a bit closer, he realized that it was New Jersey. Why out of all people would Jersey look that f(technical glitch)ing sad?? Doesn’t matter. Texas’s mama instincts have already kicked in and he’s ready to fight someone. He and Jersey don’t really talk much, but he wasn’t overly obnoxious like some other states, and Texas considered him someone that he could definitely chill and have a beer with.
"Hey Jersey!!" He called out.
Jersey looked up and instantly traded the sad look on his face for a neutral one and wiped his tears. "Whaddya want??"
"I just came to check on ya. Ya looked sad and it’s a hot day so I came to ask if ya wanted a drink or somethin’." Said the taller with a friendly smile as he held out a drink for the Garden State to take. He saw what seemed to be an old fragile cat in a blanket in the shorter’s lap. Honestly, the cat looked like it was on the verge of death.
"Oh uh- nah I’m good." Jersey said before looking back at the cat in his lap with a sad expression that he couldn’t stop from appearing on his face.
"Is everythin’ alright? Ya look sadder than a wet cat right now." Asked Texas.
"Yea, it’s just- this is my cat Nala and as you can quite clearly see she isn’t doin’ too well." Said the Garden State as a single tear managed to escape his eyes. He silently cursed himself for being weak in front of someone by crying.
"Yea, I bet she’s really nice tho!! She seems to be a lovely ol’ girl." Texas said with a smile. "Can I pet ‘er?"
"Yea sure she won’t mind. And yea she is really nice." Jersey said. He snorted a bit when he saw the amount of joy in the taller state’s eyes as he pet the cat. "Unfortunately she’s umm…. She’s very old and sick and I don’t think that she has much time left. I’m gonna have to….*sigh* I’m gonna have to put her down tomorrow."
Texas looked up at the northerner with a sympathetic look. "Oh my goodness…. That’s- that’s terrible Jersey….I-I’m so sorry to hear that."
"It’s f-fine. I don’t want ‘er to suffer anymore than she already is. I love ‘er too much to do that to ‘er." Jersey said, wiping a tear from his eyes and petting Nala gently, and smiling slightly when she leaned into his hand.
"That’s prolly really difficult for ya, but I’m glad ya made the right choice." Texas said and hugged Jersey around the shoulders. He was surprised, but not disappointed when Jersey returned the hug.
~~~~2 days later~~~~
Jersey was sitting alone in his room on his bed. It was the day after he put down his cat, and he was still mourning the loss. His dogs seemed to know something was wrong, seeing as one of their fur friends was missing, and had curled up on their owner’s bed next to him. The Garden State heard a rough knock on the door and got up to go answer it. He opened the door and saw his twin brother standing there with a bag that seemed to have a box inside it.
Massachusetts just handed him the bag and said "Here. Texas said to give it to ya. He also said to be careful with whateva’s in it, cuz it’s kinda fragile."
"Aight. Thanks I guess." Jersey said, taking the bag.
Mass seemed to notice the sadness that was radiating off of his brother, so he gave him a tight hug before walking away.
Jersey closed his door and walked over to his bed and set the bag down. He untied the bag and took the box out, a little startled when he heard a small meow-like sound. He set down the box and opened it to find a small little calico kitten with a black and white bow wrapped around its neck and a note. Jersey picked up the note and read it:
"To New Jersey:
Hi!! I found this lil’ guy on the road yesterday and picked him up, gave him a bath, and got some food and water in his system. I didn’t know what to do with him since I already had several other animals to take care of. But then I remembered our lil’ conversation the other day about your old cat Nala, and I decided that since he needed a good home and owner, and you have just lost your cat (which I’m terribly sorry about that), that you would be a good person to give him to!! Hope you like him!!!
PS: There is a collar for him in the bag as well as a few toys that used to belong to my cats before they got too big for them.
——sincerely,
The Lone Star State ⭐️
Once Jersey finished reading the note, there was a happy expression on his face. He set down the note and gently picked up the kitten and held it close, smiling when it rubbed its face on him and started purring. "Hey lil guy~" he said in a bit of a high pitched whisper. The kitten wormed out of his hands and climbed on top of his shoulder, and sat down. Jersey picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts til he found Texas’s number.
NJ: Hi
TX: Hey!! Did ya get the box??
NJ: Yes I did
NJ:…
NJ: Thank you, by the way. He’s adorable.
TX: Yer welcome, and glad ya like im’. Does he have a name?
NJ: I think, imma call him Star. He has a little star shaped mark on his back, so it fits.
TX: That’s a great name.
NJ: I know :)
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Comfort victim #4: Florida
It was about 2am when Texas decided to go to bed. He walked down the hall to get to his bed room, but stopped in his tracks when he saw Florida sitting by Loui’s bedroom door looking like he was at a loss of what to do.
"Hey Florida. Why the long face??" Texas asked.
"Not right now Texas." Said the Sunshine State, glaring at the taller.
"Is somethin’ wrong?" Asked the Lone Star State, who was confused as to why the usually chaotic state wasn’t himself.
"It’s Loui." Florida said sadly.
"Is something wrong with im’?" Asked the taller. He knew that if Florida was worried, then it was probably a big deal.
"I’m not even sure. He told me that he dealing with the spirits again, and that he needed some alone time and he would tell me when I could come in. But that was 5 hours ago, and his hasn’t said anything. The only sound I’ve heard come out of his room was pain and crying." The Sunshine State answered, wiping a tear from his eye. "I’m just worried about him, is all."
"And ya have every right to be. I’ve only been in Lou’s room once with the spirits tormentin’ his soul. And as much as I hate to say it, that was one of the saddest and scariest things I’ve ever seen. So yes, you have a reason to be worried for im’." Texas said, putting a hand on Florida’s shoulder comfortingly. "When was the last time ya heard anythin’ in there?"
"About 2 hours ago."
"Maybe he fell asleep or passed out. If it makes ya feel better, we can go in there and check on him." Texas suggested.
"Ok…."
Texas put out a hand for Florida to take, which he did. The taller hugged the smaller around the shoulders as he opened Loui’s door. They both walked inside a looked around, a little worried to not see Loui immediately. That was until Tex saw something in the corner and pointed it out to the Sunshine State. It was Loui, who had fallen asleep (or passed out) in the corner with tear stains on his face. He was wearing one of Florida’s hoodies, which was too big for him, and had a peaceful expression on his face.
It took everything the two states had in them to not audibly coo and wake up the sleeping one. Florida walked over, gently picked up the Pelican State and brought him to his bed and cuddled him close. He smiled when the smaller leaned into him and wrapped his arms around him.
Texas smiled fondly at the sight and turned around to leave, only stopping when he heard the sound of someone trying to get his attention. He turned around and gave Florida a confused look and walked over.
"It’s ok, you can join us if ya want to. I don’t mind, and I know for a fact that Loui won’t mind." Said Florida a with a smile.
"Uh no- it’s alright. I’m good." Texas said, rubbing the back of his neck. What he didn’t expect was for Florida to grab his arm and pull him onto the bed and somehow get him on the other side of Loui.
"Too bad. Now sleep." Said the older before he buried his face in Loui’s hair and fell asleep. Texas was about to try and escape when he felt Loui turn around and wrap his arms around his torso. Welp. There’s no moving now. Eventually, Texas fell asleep as well, basking in the warmth of the other two states.
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Comfort victim #5: OH wait- It’s Texas’s turn?! YES BI-
Texas teleported into the southern living room at around 3am after having gone to several meetings with his governor that day and dealing with his cities arguing again over stupid laws and sh*t. Saying he was tired and done with life would be quite the understatement. He nearly passed out where he stood, but was caught by somebody before he could fall. He looked up to see Louisiana, who seemed to have been the one to catch him.
"Hey Lou. Thanks for uh… catchin’ me I guess." Texas said, regaining his balance, but his vision was still slightly blurry at the edges.
"No problem sha, but are you alright?? Ya don’t look too good." Responded the Pelican State.
"Wow so nice." Said the taller state sarcastically.
"I’m serious sha. Ya look like yer sick or about to be." Loui said, kinda concerned about his friend. And he was right, Texas did not look like he was doing too well. He was swaying ever so slightly and was shaking a bit, and he looked like he would die at any moment.
"I’m fine Lou, it’s just a stupid migraine and my cities won’t shut the f(speaks Texas) up bout’ the new laws and sh*t that me and my governor discussed at literally every single godd*mn meeting we went to today."
"How many of em’ do ya got arguin’ up dere’??" Asked the Pelican State. He knew full well that the cities were a problem for his tall friend.
"Well let’s see…. Austin, San Antonio, Dallas, El Paso, Houston, and uhhh Fort Worth, so like- 6?" Texas answered, taking a minute to count how many cities that was.
Loui stood a bit wide eyed at that. "Mais sha, how the flying f(speaks New Orleans) are ya still standin’?!"
"I’m fine."
"You are quite clearly not ok. Yer comin’ wit’ me." Said the younger before taking Texas by the hand and dragging him to Florida’s room where he was hanging out with Florida, New York, and California. Texas tried to get his hand out Loui’s grip, but unfortunately he was way too tired to use his full strength, and despite being built like a twig, Loui was still pretty strong. Once they got to the door, Loui burst it open and quietly shouted "Aight b*tches I got an extra!!"
All the attention turned to the two states that had just entered the room. The other three were all in a giant nest of pillows and blankets and squishmallows and a few other things.
"Hey Tex!! Welcome to the party, Estrella Solitaria!!~" Florida said with a chaotic grin. How he had that much energy at 3am, Texas didn’t know.
"Hi." Texas said tiredly with a yawn.
"Well you look like a fate worse than death." Said New York, who looked like he didn’t wanna be there. He was wrapped in a comforter and laying on his side with his knees slightly pulled to his chest.
"Could say the same to you." Said the taller. He sighed a bit when Loui excitedly pulled him into the pile and cuddled himself in the taller’s side. He chuckled a bit and said, "Ha. I forgot how much of a cuddle bug you are."
"I-I’m not!! I am a force that is to be feared, a power, a-" Loui started to say, only to get cut off by Cali saying:
"Don’t even bother denying it. You are the equivalent to a cute little puppy."
Loui looked flustered as all he// now. "I am not!!"
"Listen Lou, as much as I hate agreein’ with the liberal snowflake of all people, he’s right." Said Texas, ruffling the smaller’s hair.
"W-well- it’s also kinda yer fault too for being so good for cuddling!!" Loui said as he pushed the taller state down into a laying position against the wall and cuddled closer into him. He grabbed a comforter and covered the two of them with it. "Yer all warm and cozy!!"
"Guess I can’t really deny that. Although, how the he// am I supposed to control my state’s temperature??" Said the Lone Star State with a bit of a chuckle.
"Don’t know. Go to sleep. You need it desperately. I can tell." Loui said, looking up at Texas with slightly pleading eyes.
"I’m fine, I ain’t that tired." Texas said, but yawned straight after, further proving Loui’s point.
"Ey cowboy, don’t bother lyin’. You are definitely tired, and everyone else in this room can see it." York said, now laying on Cali’s lap and secretly enjoying the feeling of the taller state running his hands through his hair.
"But I ain’t-" he started to say, but getting cut off when Florida barreled into him and hugged him tightly.
"Aight. You’re going to sleep whether you like it or not. I’m simply not giving you a choice." Florida said with a chaotic grin on his face as he gently knocked off Texas’s hat. He dragged both Loui and Texas into a laying position with Tex’s head in his lap and Loui buried in the taller’s side. He gently started carding his hands through the Lone Star State’s hair and smirked when Texas leaned into the touch ever so slightly. After a bit of a while, Texas was calm and having a bit of a rough time staying awake. The other two states joined in and eventually comfortably fell asleep.
In no time at all, Texas eventually fell asleep alongside Florida. To be honest, he did feel a lot better and he could no longer hear his cities fighting. Peace. He felt at peace.
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jenspicyslasher · 1 year
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Overtime
Hector Munday X Fem! Reader Smut
Warnings: Smoking, cuss words, sex, mention of killing, and more sex.
(Based on Super Massive Games: The Devil in Me. Some spoilers. Explicit content. Takes place in the 90’s when FBI Agent Hector Munday gets to know Manny Sherman. Before Granthum Du’Met or the hotel. You’re an intern at the police station. Reader is a bit submissive, and also has boobs and vagina. My first smut fic, so bare with me. Sorry in advance.)
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Your fingers carefully danced over each file in the drawer before stopping to make a space and placing another file away. Then you walked briskly down the hall and hung a left to one of the copy rooms. The copy machine wouldn’t stop making weird noises every time you tried to print. You pushed around on some buttons for a moment, releasing an exhausted sigh. You felt like you were on the verge of messing it up even more, so you resorted to just staring at it, hoping maybe it would sense your pain and fix itself out of kindness.
It was way too late for this. You’d been at the police department for entirely too long. It was only an internship, but it felt like you were actually working at this point. Nonetheless, you enjoyed what you did. You hoped once college was over you could work somewhere similar. You’d miss one person, though, if they couldn’t hire you here. 
"It’s awfully dark out, you know. Do you need some help?" A male voice came suddenly from behind you. You spun around to face the man in question, then flashed him a smile. 
"Hey, Mr, Munday! Um.. I was actually just trying to get the printer to work. Again. I think it hates me."
You internally cringed. Everything you said to him always sounded so stupid. He was a little older than you, but oh-so handsome. Picking a reason as to why you liked him so badly was essentially impossible.
Without speaking, he removed his hands from his trench coat pockets and stepped around you. Scrutinizing the machine, he pressed each button carefully. "Whoever made the pages you’re trying to print accidentally made them for the bigger pages instead of the normal-sized ones," he explained. "You just have to push this button when that happens."
"Oh, thanks.. I didn’t know you were still here. Are you leaving?" You attempted to change the subject. 
He faced you again, then his gaze was cast down to the floor. "Actually, I was just stepping outside to smoke. I’ve got a, uh.. person I have to speak with before I go."
"I can step out there with you, if you want.." you suggested, suddenly feeling a lot less tired.
Those brown eyes focusing so intently on you made your heart flutter. His voice was deep, but everything he said was so smooth at the same time. It was nothing like the way you spoke to him. You probably sounded like a skittish high school girl. You couldn’t help it, though. His mannerisms, the way he carried himself, his intellect, his passion for his work, it all made him so attractive. You could hardly stand to hold his charming gaze.
"I wouldn’t mind. You smoke?" He asked.
"Uh, well, maybe like once before. I mean, I’ve tried it, but, you know." Your hands fidgeted, trying to find a spot to rest them that didn’t seem awkward. 
When you made eye contact, Hector seemed to be studying you. That scared you a little. No doubt he could read you like an open book. It was his job, and he was damn good at it. 
After a second, he gave you a subtle smile. Then he seemed to think for another moment before he spoke. "Donna had mentioned you wanted to experience more hands-on things around here." 
That caught you off guard. "Yeah, I told her I liked seeing the case preparation, but I wanted to see more of the criminal investigations division too.. It’s not a big deal, though. I know we’ll get there eventually. I mean, I knew I wasn’t going to roll in here after my classes during the day and start interrogating people. I’m still pretty young. Not that that wouldn’t be cool to do, of course."
You suddenly noticed how your cheeks burned. You just hoped it wasn’t visible. 
Hector took a step out of the adjacent door before muttering, "Wait right there." Then left.
You weren’t sure what he was doing, but you were curious enough to obey his order. Sometimes you had playful conversations, maybe even the occasional flirt, but it was mostly professional. You had to admit you were a bit giddy. 
When about five minutes had gone by, you heard footsteps coming your way. Hector’s body then emerged halfway around the door, and he beckoned you to follow him before disappearing once more. You hurried after him, completely forgetting about the work you’d meant to finish.
He led you all the way to a different part of the station, past conference rooms and offices, and finally to the interrogation rooms. There weren’t too many people left in the office part of the building, but you avoided looking at them. Once he reached one of the last doors in the hall, he spun and gave you a serious look.
"Alright, now. This isn’t something we really do, so I need your word, (Y/n), that this stays between us. Understood?" 
Your face was glowing with intrigue and slight concern. You knew he’d never do anything that might put you in danger, but you still proceeded with caution. "Is someone in there?" 
"Do you remember Manny Sherman?" He quizzed, almost in a whisper. 
Your eyebrows instantly shot up. "The Beast of Arkansas? Of course I do. Everyone does. Who could forget that piece of work? I still remember the day they brought him here."
He hesitated before pulling a set of keys from his coat, searching through each one meticulously. He seemed out of character given his usual calm composure. What made him so anxious all the sudden? 
"Would you like to sit in while I profile him for a bit?" 
Your mouth hung open, trying to process the situation. In a way, you were terrified, but at the same time, it would be kind of cool. 
"Is-.. Is that gonna be okay? Nobody’s gonna get in trouble, right?"
"That’s why I need your word," he replied, finally finding the correct key and placing it in the slot. "I’ve done this countless times. I’m just gonna talk with him for a minute and take some notes. You can sit and observe. I figured you might like to see the process. It’s only if you want to." 
You couldn’t stop the smile that broke out on your face. He was bending the rules for you? Perhaps he was trying to impress you. 
"Yes, sir. I’d enjoy that." 
At that, he turned the key with a satisfying click, using a good amount of force to move the door. 
"You don’t have to call me that. Hector is fine." He propped the door with his shoe and locked it from the inside. "Don’t say anything to him; he likes to try and push buttons. I’m doing all the speaking. It won’t last long."
You nodded.
You were about to be locked in a room with a maniac, and the only comforting factor was that Hector had a gun on his hip. You took a deep breath and moved to follow him through the door. 
It felt like the air dropped ten degrees when you stepped into the room. The walls were thick and cream colored, with no windows. The only furniture was a metal table that was fastened to the floor and three chairs. Sitting at the table was a scraggly-looking man, probably about in his forties. Manny Sherman. 
His right wrist was secured to the table’s surface as tight as his handcuffs would allow. In the other hand, he dangled a cigarette between two fingers, a steady stream of smoke emanating from its tip.
Sherman sat up from his slouched position as he heard the door latch. "Welcome back, Agent Munday. Was startin’ to think you stood me up."
His facial expression faltered when he noticed Hector wasn’t alone. First it was surprise, then it melted into a more smug look. You didn’t look at him, but you could feel his beady eyes running all over you as you strode to the other side of the table, trailing Hector. There were a pen and notepad on the table, far enough out of Sherman’s reach, along with a small tape recorder. Hector moved to press record on said tape before he pulled the chair out for you to sit down. 
It was almost surreal. You couldn’t believe Hector was letting you sit in with a serial killer, and as an intern nonetheless. 
A few minutes went by, and there were some basic questions and probing, but you stayed glued to the scene. It was so gripping. Every press writer in the area would give their right foot to speak with Manny Sherman right now. 
After a little more discussion, Sherman had finished his cigarette and requested another one. Hector pulled a pack out of his pocket, and you were quick to pull out a lighter for him. Once it was lit, Hector reached over and handed it to the killer, whom you noticed had once again directed his attention toward you. 
You shifted under his watchful eye, and a smirk began to tug on the corner of his lips. He let his eyes linger up and down your body, not even hiding how he took his time around your more feminine curves. You did what you could to ignore it. 
"So, you little devil. Is this why you haven’t been around the past several nights?" Sherman practically purred at Hector, motioning in your direction with his cigarette. "I don’t blame you."
You kept a straight face, but you could feel your body growing warm with embarrassment. Sherman’s voice had given you rather unpleasant goose bumps.
Hector cleared his throat and disregarded the man’s question. "So, as we-" 
"What about you, church mouse? You haven’t said a thing," Sherman interrupted. He was talking to you, obviously. It was an eerie feeling. You didn’t want to know what kind of thoughts were running through his mind.
Hector immediately interjected. "She’s just observing. She’s not here to talk."
Sherman took a drag. "She’s a little young for you, huh?" 
You almost scoffed. Was he judging somebody else’s moral compass? That was laughable. 
"Mr. Sherman, if it’s not too much trouble, let’s get back into our conversation." Hector seemed like he was growing the tiniest bit flustered by Manny, which was odd. You’d always heard how monotone Hector was known for being on these cases.
"Where do you come from, sweetheart?" Sherman hummed, dismissing the man beside you. Your skin crawled at the emphasis he put on certain words. He looked too comfortable. You wanted to snatch his cigarette right out of his mouth.
He detected the frustration in your eyes, and it only spurred him on. "How long have you been around? I never get to sit alone with the pretty girls."
"Sherman, don’t make me cut this short. You’ve been behaving well all week. Let’s focus," Hector more or less commanded. 
Sherman didn’t pay any heed to it, of course. "Oh, what’s wrong, Agent? You’d rather have her all to yourself? Well, these rooms are soundproof, you know." 
"Manny Sherman, you-" 
"Well, if you’re not going to do it, why don’t you step out of the room so I can show her how a real man does it, huh, Hector?"
"That’s it. We’re done for the evening." Hector rose from his chair, knuckles white from the grip he had on his pen.
Hector circled around and uncuffed him from the table. 
You finally spoke, albeit very sarcastically. "Nice meeting you." 
They looked up at you simultaneously while Sherman was being dragged out the door.
"Why, thank you, princess. Sorry I had to leave so soon. Take care of Agent Munday real nice for me, you hear?" He teased, shooting you a wink.
You couldn’t see Hector’s reaction, but it must’ve been humorous judging from the throaty laugh Sherman left the room with. 
You shuddered and sat back, taking it upon yourself to pause the tape recording. You felt a little embarrassed. Maybe this hadn’t been the best idea.
A short time went by, and Hector returned, showing signs of defeat. He sat down in the chair Sherman had previously occupied, pulling his pack of cigarettes back out, and lighting one for himself. He was normally too clever for his own good. What exactly was it about Manny Sherman that made him like this? Or was it you?
You watched him take a long, exaggerated puff off his cancer stick before you spoke. "I’m sorry if I messed that up."
He tapped his ashes into the tray without looking at you. "He was trying to get a rise out of me instead of cooperating. Wasn’t your fault. I told you he liked to push buttons. I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I just figured it would make good practice for you."
You shook your head. "No, I knew it would be that way. You warned me. And I really appreciate you trying to help me. It was interesting."
Hector spared a glance at you, cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth. You sent him a look of reassurance, to which he chuckled in reply. 
"What?"
He didn’t answer, but he maintained his amused expression. 
"What? Did I do something?" 
"No, Ma’am. Not a thing."
He still mustered enough to be lighthearted, but Hector was drained, mentally and physically. It was pretty evident. The top three buttons of his shirt were open, his tie was nearly undone and hanging haphazardly, his coat was all ruffled, and his hair needed combing. But yet you found yourself admiring his shoulders and chest—how broad they were and how they moved when he spoke. The small amount of stubble along his jaw, the way his lips wrapped around his cigarette. What Sherman said earlier replayed in your mind.
"Any practice is good, I suppose. Why don’t you let me question you and show you what I’ve learned?" You offered, searching his face for approval. 
Hector pondered it for a split second, then nodded. "Alright, sounds fair. Show me what you’ve got." 
You scooted closer in your chair, beaming at him, and hit the record button on his tape. "So, Mr. Munday, let’s talk about you. What’s the first memory you have in life?" 
His features seemed to dim. "Probably of my mother. Just.. I can remember her telling me certain things. That’s all. Not much, really."
You scribbled some nonsense down on your notepad and decided to shift the tone a little with your next question. "Interesting. What about your first sexual experience? What was that like?" 
"Uh," Hector snickered. "I think you may have skipped over some dialog."
"No, I didn’t. I’m the one asking questions, so be nice and answer." 
He felt a little taken aback by your mischievous demeanor, but was entertained even so. "My apologies. Let me think.."
You rolled your eyes. "Jeez, was it that long ago? You’re not that old."
It took everything you had not to giggle at his face. 
"Miss (Y/n), I’m not sure this commentary is very appropriate." 
"Says who? I’m in charge."
He leaned in further. "You’re right, I am old. So old, I can’t really recall that one."
"Well, that’s no good," you said, standing to move closer.
He caught himself ogling at your legs, which were now at eye level, and hurriedly stood to snap himself out of it. "Yes, well, (Y/n), we’re both spent, I’m sure. You did well." 
"Oh. Thank you.. That means a lot." Your heart sank a little. You really didn’t know what you were expecting to happen. It must’ve just been all the excitement of the evening.
You fixated on each other briefly. Your eyes were glued; the golden irises even more striking in this light. Hidden behind thick lashes, they were so beautiful. They had you entranced. 
He took note of the admiration on your face.
Your heart hammered in your chest at the close proximity. The ashy smell on his breath and clothes was intoxicating. Neither of you said anything, and neither of you moved to change it. There was tension building, and you watched carefully as his eyes darted between your lips and anything else he could find in the room. 
You didn’t know what possessed you. Before you knew it, your digits had wrapped themselves around his tie and were gently tugging him toward you. To your surprise, there was hardly any resistance from him. Your lips hovered over each other’s for what felt like an eternity, both probably questioning whether or not this was a good idea. Then he abruptly captured your lips with his, not waiting for you to change your mind. Your eyes slid closed on instinct, electricity erupting from your stomach. Your whole body was on vibrate.
It felt like you were moving on autopilot. Your hands quivered ever so slightly with nerves as they wandered from his tie, up his chest, and undid the rest of his shirt buttons. The kiss quickly went from delicate to passionate as he pinned you back against the table, forcing you to grab his shoulders for leverage. Your lips gradually began to move against his.
Soon, you started to feel heat pooling in your lower abdomen. Everything was happening so quickly that it made your head spin. The more you kissed, the more you realized how badly you really wanted it. Hector’s thigh pressed lightly against your crotch as he moved, making you gasp. You never expected Special FBI Agent Hector Munday to be so okay with this at his place of work, but apparently there was a lot you didn’t know about him. It made you excited.
"Hector.. Can I touch you?" You came off mildly timid, nervous for his reaction. 
Your voice was so sweet, he couldn’t have said no if he wanted to. But he’d be a filthy liar if he said he didn’t want to feel your touch. 
Hector nodded once, making you light up. 
It was a rather bold moment for you. You reached to put his cigarette out, then urged him back down in the chair. You lowered to your knees and began undoing his belt buckle. He helped you with his police duty belt. Then your hands eagerly searched beneath his waistband until you unveiled his hardening cock. It was so thick and delicious-looking that you had to run your tongue over the top. You watched his reaction as you slid down the length of his shaft and gently suckled both nuts in your mouth. Hector’s eyes squeezed shut, and he gently grasped the back of your hair. You’d bob your head on it for a second to get it lubricated before kissing the top. 
His breathing began to grow heavy. He was quite the sight, and you adored seeing him like this.
"You like that? You’re so big.." 
"…Ye-Yes," he choked, his face looking flushed. 
Your hand stroked the bottom of his cock as you popped the tip in your mouth again, tasting precum now leaking out. It throbbed in your hand. You started sucking him off slowly and deliberately, in steady rhythm with your hand. Then you began using more of your mouth to get him as far back as you could. Grunts and moans rewarded your ears as you worshipped every inch. You worked more quickly then, allowing his cock to hit the back of your throat over and over. It stretched your jaw in the best way.
You could tell he was becoming more stiff, and his groans were now more drawn out. He was getting close. However, you had other plans in mind. That’s when you swiftly pulled him from your mouth, just as he was on the verge of cumming.
It took him a moment to gather his bearings before he looked at you.
"Is something wrong?" You feigned innocence, peering up at him with doe eyes as you continued to lick his slit. 
There was a pause, then without warning, Hector scooped you from the floor and plopped you down on the cold table. His strength was impressive, you had to admit. 
He shed his coat and tie. While you were preoccupied in the moment, he had taken his handcuffs and then hastily fixed your wrists behind your back when he pulled you in for a kiss.
You gaped at him when you realized what he had done, then snorted. "Um, am I in trouble, Mr. Agent?"
He simply just grabbed your chin, leaning close to your ear. "Your turn."
A pleasant shiver ran down your spine, and you bit your lip in anticipation. He managed to shimmy your bottoms downward. Once you were bare from the hips down, he lowered himself, letting his breath fan over your exposed sex. God, it made you so needy.
"Hector.." you pleaded, trying to keep your hips from bucking forward. 
He ran his fingers around your outer folds, intentionally avoiding the sensitive spots. "What do you say?" 
It felt a little humiliating, but so pleasurable at the same time. "Please, Hector."
"Please what?"
"Please, I want you to.." Your voice trailed off as his lips brushed against you.
"To what?" He mumbled.
"Please, please, fuck me with your tongue. I don’t even care if we get caught at this point. Please, I want you so bad," you finally begged, the rest of your shame completely out the window. 
You felt his mouth curve up against your skin, before dipping his tongue deep between your lips. Your breath hitched at the initial feeling, your hands curling into fists behind you. He pushed your thighs further apart for better access, licking all the way down as far as he could and back up again. A jumble of his name and various whines fell from your mouth. Your head tipped backward as his tongue pressed into your dripping cunt. Once you were coated in saliva, he began lapping very slowly at your aching clit. You could feel every bit of texture on his tongue, and it drew some low, whorish moans out of you. It was driving you crazy; you just wanted to ride his face. 
"Oh, fuck.. Hector, please. That feels so fucking good." 
He let your thighs tense around his head. You were getting off so badly at the thought of this older man, a well-respected agent with authority over you, was on his knees, making such utterly lewd noises come out of you as he circled your clit with his tongue. It was indecent, it was scandalous, it was improper, and you couldn’t have cared less. 
You wiggled as close to the edge of the table as you could, wishing you could grab his head and push it against you. He could sense you getting anxious. He hummed and sucked at your clit hard before starting to lick you more quickly. You leaned back on your hands and cried out, throwing several curses around as he brought you closer to an orgasm. You couldn’t have cared about anything else in the world besides chasing your high in that moment. 
Your legs shook as he put them over his shoulders, devouring you from a different angle now. You were a mess for him. 
"Hector.. fuck, you’re gonna make me cum." 
Just as you were about to tip over the edge, he leaned away from your womanhood. You whined his name loudly, shivering at the air now touching your drenched labia. 
"No fun, is it?" He cooed, trailing kisses around your thighs.
You groaned and tugged on your restraints, feeling completely underwhelmed as your climax began to dissipate. It almost made you regret teasing him with his release.
As quick as he was on his feet, he pecked your lips and undid the buttons on your shirt. You could taste traces of yourself in his mouth. After your bra was exposed, he guided you to lay back on the table and began sucking on the skin of your cleavage. You sighed in contentment as he made his way over your collarbone and up your neck. Lying on your cuffed hands was somewhat uncomfortable, but you had a feeling he wanted it that way. 
Once he finished his work, he moved up to lick the shell of your ear, certainly leaving a few bruises behind on your chest. One of Hector’s hands dipped down to palm your breast, with his other one massaging circles on your hip. Chills had formed all over at his tender advances. The feeling of him looming over you was enough to make your stomach do flips. It was gratifying, but you were miserable for something, anything to be inside you. 
"Hector?"
"Yes, doll?" He murmured against your jaw.
"Are you going to make me beg this whole time? You’re making me insane."
"So impatient," he tutted, lingering above your ear. "Maybe you should ask nicely instead of acting like such a slut." 
Your breath caught, and you stared in disbelief. But before you had time to react further, Hector had flipped you around so you were bent over the table, feet barely touching the floor. He wasted no time. Your jaw went slack as he forced the head of his cock against your pulsing entrance. A pathetic whine escaped you, trying to push back against him, needing him to fill your cunt. 
"I’m sorry, please. I’ll be good, I swear! Please, Mr. Munday."
Hector’s cock twitched. The way his more professional title sounded when you were pleading for him to fuck you did something for him.
"Wasn’t so hard, was it?" He rasped, hips jerking forward into yours. 
You let out a scream at the feeling of him suddenly invading the heat of your center. But you melted into cloud nine as the pain subsided, utterly drunk on the desire that bloomed in your stomach. He began rocking into you at a firm pace, his grip finding its way to your neck and your hip to balance himself. You whimpered. The metal of the table felt heavenly against your burning skin. Everything was so overwhelming. 
You could feel every curve and dip of his cock as it grazed against your cervix. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation. Obscenely loud moans bounced off the walls when he began fucking into you faster, causing your clit to slide against the surface beneath you. Your orgasm built quicker this time, giving you a prickly feeling all over your body. 
The way strained groans rumbled from Hector’s chest made your pussy clench around him. It felt like you were trying to milk the life out of him. He leaned downward, grasping your waist while he continued to fuck you. His heavy panting tickled your neck, and you could hear every little sound he let out. It desperately made you want to cum on his cock. 
He just felt so good against you. The material of his open shirt, and his stomach muscles pressed up to your back in ways that your fantasies could never do justice to. 
Your moans grew more frantic as that wonderful ecstasy grew in your stomach once more. "A-Ah, shit, I’m about to- Fuck!"
"Use your words, doll."
Your brain was fogged with lust. You just couldn’t find the right words to get out while you were teetering on that sweet release. His breathing was ragged, sounding shaky as he thrust, his fingers restricting your breathing while they coiled tight around your neck. Your sopping wet hole made the most succulent sounds as he pounded into you. You could feel it building; it was right fucking there, and it was so hypnotic.
Hector planted a kiss between your shoulder blades. Then, like a huge bomb dropping on your world, he slid completely out of you. You couldn’t believe it; you just couldn’t fucking believe it. You wanted to cry. The sensation instantly started to dwindle away, making you groan out in frustration. 
"Hector! Wh—" you started, but he cut it short. 
"I told you to use your words," he stated simply, satisfaction oozing from his words. You didn’t have to see his face to know he was smug. 
You wriggled with annoyance, rubbing your thighs together to grant you some kind of friction. "That’s not why you stopped, and you know it." 
He didn’t reply, but you could hear him shuffling around, and eventually you felt him undoing the bonds that were keeping you contained. 
"This must be some kind of torture." You turned to sit up on the table once the tension around your wrists had fallen away. 
Hector stifled a laugh as he relaxed in his chair again. "I think you’d be in for a big surprise if you were ever actually tortured." 
You massaged the imprints on your arms. "Hector.."
"Do you wanna cum?" He asked abruptly, sparing you the dignity of pleading with him more. 
"Yes." That was the most unnecessary question in existence, you thought. You were red-faced, sweaty, and squirming in a pool of your own juices. You couldn’t remember a time you looked so pitiful for something in your life. 
Hector slid his trousers down from his upper thighs to his ankles before meeting your eyes again. "The floor is all yours, doll." 
Oh, he was a bastard. Fine, he’d see what a show you could put on. 
You eyed his cock, mouth watering. It was rock-solid and glistening with your arousal. You didn’t really need to be told twice. 
You guided your shaky legs to the ground. Once you got ahold of your footing, you took a step or two forward before settling yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around him. You stripped your shirt and bra away for him, nice and slow, watching him eyeball you intensely. You felt like jelly from how close you’d been mere moments ago. After giving him a few sensual kisses to stall, you pushed your weight up just enough to sit yourself nice and pretty on his length.
With your arms loose around his neck, you began to ride his dick, rocking your hips as you found your momentum. You ground down into his lap and moaned his name in the filthiest way, watching his expression as you tensed around him purposefully. 
Your lips locked with his, swallowing every groan and gasp he exhaled from your movements. He took the opportunity to slip a hand down and grind his fingertips against your clit, following your body as you bounced on his cock. 
You could feel a pulse throughout your body, struggling to steady your breathing as every thought in your mind went blank. He kept one hand on your ass as you slid up and down, his jaw clenching and unclenching with every squeeze of your cunt.
You kissed sloppily, like you couldn’t get your tongues far enough down the other person’s throat. It was raunchy and, honestly, just perfect. An especially rough jolt of his hand made you cry out his name, your legs twitching while you did your best to keep pace. 
"So wet," Hector breathed out, so low you almost didn’t catch it.
You couldn’t help the complacency that crept onto your face knowing you were in control now and getting him off so well.
Hector seeing you enjoy your own body so unapologetically while you fucked him was utter euphoria. But he had caught a glimpse of that triumphant smile you tried to hide and knew he’d take more pleasure in wiping it away.
His harsh grip startled you as he promptly grabbed your waist and began fucking himself up into you. It was fast and ruthless, to the point where it had you screaming out. Your spine arched from having him absolutely abuse your core all of a sudden, and not finding anything to grab onto. 
There were no notions of relent as he forced you to take every bit of him. His cock mercilessly pressed against that spot inside that left you breathless. You dug your nails into his shoulder blades, every thrust making you feel more and more dumb. The grunts he was making grew louder, and you could only muster cries of his name in return. Your mouth hung open as his pelvis bumped your clit repeatedly, clenching him tighter with each motion. 
You could no longer tell what slurred curses were falling from your mouth before several distinctly rough smacks into your walls had you seeing spots. 
All at once, your orgasm was within reach again. You didn’t bother warning him this time. It was the type of climax building that you were sure you’d feel the next day.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, my- Fuck! Hector-"
You seized up, releasing a soundless scream as your head tilted back. It washed over you like a tidal wave, hitting hard on your every nerve and finally forcing a cry from your throat. You felt it all the way to your toes and back up again. You weren’t sure you were even in the room anymore. It was absolutely worth the wait. Your legs trembled uncontrollably before giving out completely. Hector slacked off to let you roll your hips more gently as you rode out your orgasm. 
You pressed your lips to his hungrily, the feeling making your pussy involuntarily constrict. The stimulation was way too much, and he groaned in your mouth as his cum finally spurted into your messy cunt. Hector gripped your ass hard to keep you in place, rutting his hips as far up into you as humanly possible. You flinched at the squelching sound it made when he forced the hot liquid even deeper.
Your bodies nearly collapsed, both of you reeling as you attempted to catch your breath. You were still quite disoriented, but you managed to reach up and cup his face with your hand, rubbing his cheek. To your delight, he leaned into the touch.
Once your mind had made its way back down to earth, you realized that there was really no way to clean yourself up before going back outside. Hector seemed to read your mind. 
"Once you get dressed, I’ll get you out of here quick. No one will see you. I’m not promising your clothes won’t need a good wash, though," he half laughed. 
“So funny.”
After you were off his lap, you went around on wobbly legs to collect your articles of clothing. He handed you a couple of them, and you replied by calling him a gentleman, with maybe a hint of sarcasm. Gentlemen typically don’t screw their interns on the table at work, you assumed. But that was alright with you. 
As you were dressing, you saw him watching you from the corner of your eye while he lit another cigarette. When you were clothed, you ambled over and plucked the cigarette from his lips, taking a drag from it yourself. He observed a devilish glint in your eye when you pulled him into another kiss, passing the burning smoke between your lungs, before handing the cigarette back to him. 
"Sorry I kept you so long, (Y/n)."
"Hm. Maybe you could make it up by letting me use the handcuffs next time," you joked, your hands smoothing out his tie. 
"I’m not sure you’re supposed to have them."
"I’m not sure I was supposed to be blowing you in one of our interrogation rooms either." 
"Well, if you don’t like this room, I’ve got plenty at my apartment." 
Hector found it curious how you marveled up at him, taking in each detail as if it were the last time you’d be able. He definitely had plans to keep you around. 
Your face was so blissful, he couldn’t resist watching it drop as he leaned across the table to stop the tape that was still recording.
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the blood-soaked earth
Rating: T+ Pairing: Saoirse Cathair x Mason Word Count: 1887 Content Warnings: Mentions of Suicidal Ideation, Panic Attacks Read it on AO3! 7. "there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you."
The sun is hanging low in the sky when she finally convinces herself to get out of her car and pick her way across the grass. 
The wind picks up as she approaches her destination, rustling the trees into a chatter, combing cool fingers through her hair. She closes her eyes for a moment, letting the breeze wash across her skin, pretending like the sting of tears isn’t already pricking at her eyes. Tilting her head back, she shoves her hands into the pockets of the leather jacket she stole from Mason last time she was in his room, sniffling into the dimming light of the sunset.
“...hi, Dad.”
Her voice comes out as a broken rasp, and she flinches at the sound of it. Heat crawls up her neck, burning in her ears.
Swallowing around the lump in her throat, she tries again.
“I… I know it’s been a while since I was here last. I’m sorry about that. Life’s been…”
The stone in front of her is silent and still — as it always is.
She doesn’t remember the man buried six feet beneath her, but she’s been told by people in town that she’s a lot like him. Rook was charming and funny. The life of the party, they’d said.
Something about that feels like it should be funny.
“Mom’s back,” she starts, staring at the fresh flowers she’d brought and laid on the top of his gravestone. They flutter in the night breeze, as the sun dips below the treeline. “Dunno if she’s come to see you or not. I dunno a lot of what she’s doing lately. I…”
Her voice cracks as her vision floods with tears. Saoirse laughs miserably, looking upward in a vain attempt to keep the tears from falling.
“Fuck.”
The last time Saoirse had come out to see her father’s grave, it had been the night before her college graduation. She’d brought a couple of beers and a piece of cake. Sat on his grave until the sun started to rise that next morning, just… imagining him. Imagining what she could have had if he hadn’t died.
This isn’t a happy occasion like that had been — though, it’s not really any occasion. She just… needs someone to talk to, she supposes. 
Swallowing thickly again, she shakes her head with a slow, trembling sigh. 
“Seeing Mom again has really messed with my head. I thought I’d put all this shit behind me, but the whole… whatever the fuck is happening — the vampires and the weird government agency and the — the guy…”
The thought of Mason sends a rush of warmth over her skin. A pair of slate grey eyes flash through her mind, and for a moment she’s enveloped with the smell of cigarette smoke and leather and that faint scent of sandalwood of the shampoo he uses. It sets her nerves at ease for just a moment, before a chillier wind blowing through the cemetery chases the memory away. 
A weight settles on her shoulders as her eyes blink open again. The ten-ton weight that had been settled on her chest since she was a child only makes it worse, and for a moment she feels as if her ribs are on the verge of being crushed. The grass seems to rear beneath her, and she falls to her knees in the damp grass with a strangled gasp, catching herself on her hands. 
“Why’d you have to leave?” she coughs, digging her fingers into the earth beneath her. Bitterness eats away at her, a cold rock of loneliness settled deep into her chest, stealing her breath. “Why didn’t you try harder to stay? Why—”
The squeezing in her chest intensifies as the memory of every time she begged her mother to just stay — the never-ending arguments when she was a kid of why Mom had to leave and why she wouldn’t be there for this game or that recital — builds in her chest, rising up until her ears are ringing. She struggles to draw breath, curling in on herself and pressing her face against her hands in the grass. 
Why am I never enough? 
She doesn’t hear the footsteps that approach, but some part of her can feel the presence of someone or — or something else as it approaches. For a moment, the part of her that tried to join her father when she was 13 hopes that it’s Murphy again, or Trappers, or someone here to tear her throat out and bleed her dry until her life soaks into the earth just like her Dad.
But then the stranger speaks.
“...Sweetheart.”
She can’t draw enough breath to sit up and acknowledge him. The sharpness of the pain in her chest makes her wonder if she is actually dying — and it surprises her how loud the part of her that desperately wants to live is in reaction to that thought. She just shakes her head, curling into a tighter ball on the ground as a warm, familiar hand settles between her shoulder blades. Her entire body is shaking now to the point that her teeth are chattering, and she sobs, broken and aching, into the grass and the dirt beneath her.
Mason sighs softly beside her as he curls around her, and she lets him maneuver her until her face is buried in his shirt and his arms are locked tight around her. She stammers, trying to apologize through her gasping breaths, but he just tightens his grip and shakes his head.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Just work on matching my breathing. Nice and easy.”
As if to emphasize his point, he takes a slow, deep breath in, and she struggles to match it as she listens to the rush of air in his ribs. It doesn’t work at first, and taking a deeper breath just means her body has more fuel for the sounds that follow. The sobs tearing themselves from her chest actually ache with each pass they make, and her ears burn with humiliation even as she clutches herself closer, trying desperately to shove the broken pieces of herself back together.
It seems that no matter what she does, they keep crumbling into tinier and tinier pieces that slip through her fingers. 
“I ca— I can— I can’t—”
“Saoirse,” he says softly, burying his face in her neck and rocking slightly. “You gotta breathe, sweetheart. You can do it. Come on. Just focus on me and breathe.”
Embarrassed and in pain, she does her best to do as he says, sheer stubborn willpower the only thing that’s actually managing to smother the sounds trying to escape. She digs her nails into her scalp where she’s holding her head, focusing on the pain and the warmth of her vampire lover pressed against her to distract from the screaming in her head. 
Eventually — eventually — her sobs quiet, and she can draw in a slow, deep, hiccupping breath. 
“That’s my girl,” Mason murmurs, loosening the iron grip he had around her to run his hands up and down her back. He pulls back to look at her, but she avoids his gaze, rubbing miserably at her eyes with the heels of her palms. “You alright?” 
As he speaks, he reaches out and brushes some of her hair behind her ear. The softness of the gesture makes her shiver, dropping her hands heavily into her lap and looking away across the now dark graveyard.
“I’m fine.”
Mason snorts. “You wanna try that one again, sweetheart?”
Despite herself, Saoirse feels her lips start to tug into a grin — and Mason doesn’t miss it, reaching out to brush the back of his knuckles against her cheek. Swallowing around the lump in her throat, she sighs and shrugs, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter. You already did more than you needed to. It’s not… you don’t have to listen to me whine about not being hugged enough as a child.”
Mason laughs.
It’s soft and low and warm, rumbling in his chest, but he is laughing as she finally looks at him with wide, surprised eyes. 
He is looking at her so, so softly, smiling as he cups her cheek and rubs his thumb across her still wet cheek. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs, grinning that heartstopping, crooked grin that she loves so much. “Thought you knew me better than that by now.”
Saoirse frowns a little, tilting her head to press into his touch on her face. “What do you mean?”
His eyes dart between hers, before flashing to her lips as he shrugs lightly and says, “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.” 
Her heart skips, and for a moment there is a crackling electric tension between them that has her face heating up again. Her lips fall parted in shock as she looks at him — really looks at him, taking in the gentle gleam of affection in his eyes as he looks right back at her. It might be the most open he’s ever been, sitting next to her in the mud with her tears and snot all over his shoulder.
He breaks the connection after another few beats of her heart, snorting and shrugging as he looks away. “Besides,” he adds, almost as an afterthought, “holding you while you cry over your dad’s grave isn’t exactly asking the world of me.”
“...it isn’t?”
“I’m with you, sweetheart,” he replies, easy as anything, eyes coming back to hers. His gaze is steady and sure in a way she’s never seen it, and her heart is stuck in her throat at the sight of it. “Always. Whatever that means.”
There’s a beat, before she realizes that he’s thrown her own words right back at her, and she laughs a little, breathless and exhausted. Mason runs his hand through her hair and she sighs, leaning into him as he pulls her close to press a kiss between her brows. She snuggles into him, burying her face in his damp henley as he wraps his arms around her again.
“Want me to take you home?” he asks softly.
She nods. “Please.”
He chuckles, planting another kiss against the side of her head. “It’s not a problem at all, sweetheart. Let’s get you out of this cold-ass graveyard.”
“Is it a problem if I ask you to stay the night?” she asks, the words falling from her lips without her consent as she pulls away a little. She stiffens, terrified she’s just fucked it up — but all he does is chuckle again.
“It’d be a problem if you didn’t,” he says, standing easily and hauling her up with him. “I wasn’t gonna leave until I’d given you something more pleasant to think about, anyway.”
She laughs. “Good. I — thank you. That means a lot to me.”
More than you know, she thinks, smiling a little as he leans in to press a gentle, lingering kiss to her lips. As he pulls away, he slings an arm around her shoulders and tugs her into his side, turning to lead her to where he must have seen her park. She leans into him gratefully, though she still feels raw and vulnerable like an exposed nerve. They’ve gone a few steps before he responds to her, voice soft as the breeze whispering through the trees.
“Anytime, sweetheart. Anytime.”
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calming the storm [ bishop losa ]
⋯ SUMMARY ; you are called into to assist the club with something they never expected to become a problem; bishop himself
⋯ PROMPT ; touch — for your muse to rest their forehead against mine
⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, angst [ mild anger due to lack of sleep ] + general fluff [ pet names + sweetness ]
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the man in front of you walks around the wooden floors of templo, cigar perched between his lips as he paces erratically, muttering softly to himself. this must have been the concern hank had spoken about when he had called you only a few moments ago -- and upon seeing it yourself, you understood why.
bishop looked hostile, and well on the verge of a breakdown as he puffed out a stream of smoke. he mutters another thing to himself as he spins, wobbling slightly as he struggles to place his footing correctly.
you step further into the room, unsure in this moment as why he hasn’t picked up on your presence in the room, but you quietly walk along the wall and close the distance between the two of you. he hears you approach, and spins around once more, eyes lighting up at the sight of you as he quickly steps toward you, “mi amor... what are you doing here?”
you smile, hand brushing along his cheek in a comforting manner, “hank called me... said you hadn’t come out of templo in a bit. and i just wanted to come by and see if you were okay.” it wasn’t entirely a lie, but considering what was going on within the club, you could never be too careful in what managed to set him off, “i’m just fine. just been thinking about things with the club, and moving things around.”
“besides, we’re so close to having one king -- one person calling the shots instead of the three. we’re so close.” he wonders off, almost gleeful smile stretch across his face. worry settles in the pit of your stomach, and you can see what’s been tearing at this man from the seams.
he’s exhausted, looking as if he hasn’t slept in days. with the heavy bags under his eyes, and the slouched posture, it’s a wonder at this point how he’s still up and moving, “why don’t we had back to your dorm? it’s pretty late, and i’m sure you’re tired - “ bishop shakes his head, waving you off now as he takes a seat at the head of the table, “i’m far too busy, mi alma.”
“bish... you look like you haven’t slept in days, just come to bed and - “ again, he cuts you off, this time with a more violent shake of his head, “no! you don’t understand! this is important, probably more important than anything else right now!” your eyes soften at his words -- the quick implication that the club was more important than his health, or his brothers, or you.
you take a deep breath, stepping around to look down at your husband with a stern expression, “but you can’t lead if you’re falling asleep at the helm, right? so you need to sleep.” you’re thinking your words have fallen on deaf ears, and just as you scoff and turn to leave -- heading out to grab hank and che to come remove the man from the room, his head grasps your wrist to stop you from going any further.
you turn back towards him, and he weakly smiles, “you’re right... i’m sorry i didn’t see that sooner... my head hurts.” bishop grumbles, hand coming to press against his forehead to relieve the building pressure. you own pats him gently on the shoulder, “it’s okay. it’s probably from the lack of sleep, and the coffee.” he chuckles under his breath, nodding in agreement before allowing you to pull him up from his chair, “let’s get you to bed, yeah?”
he nods, walking side-by-side with you towards the door and then back towards his dorm room. hank shooting you a thankful look from across the room. once you get him in the room, you are quick to strip him off his kutte and boots, ushering him over towards the mattress. blankets are pulled back and he quickly settles between them before reaching up at you, “stay?”
you smile, rounding the bed to climb in beside him. arms wrapping around his torso and pulling him in close, and allowing him to rest his forehead against your own. he visible relaxes at the action, shuttering out a softened breath as his eyes close and he slowly drifts off to sleep.
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