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South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

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Chapter 6

“Desna, the man at that table has been waving for you for five minutes.”

“Thanks Tommy,” Desna said sarcastically, glaring at one of the Alibi regulars as she passed by, with three beers in her hands, “Why don’t you put on an apron and start to serve?” She said as she tell Kevin to get others two beers and a shot of vodka ready, then she move again to make her way towards the table where the guy was waiting.

“And since you are at it, another three beers!” She heard Tommy said.

That day the Alibi was packed with people, she didn’t know where to turn. Desna has been working three hours and still didn’t had a single moment even to go to the bathroom.

“Girly! Give me my beer!” She heard the voice of Frank Gallagher as he entered the Alibi, already drunk.

“I’m sure you’ll find your sit alone,” she said as she walked towards the counter, “Kevin!”

“I’m on it bug,” he said as he was filling other glasses of beer, before getting one ready for Frank.

“Hey sweety, where’s my shot?” Mickey Milkovich shout at her surrounding by his gang as he showed her his empty glass.

“Don’t call me that,” she said as she passed by, grabbing some empty glasses to bring them back at the counter.

“You are doing great,” Kev said happily when he passed behind her squeezing her shoulder.

“Glad to hear,” she answered filling some more glasses to bring to Milkovich.

“Another!” Frank shouted, and Desna gave him one of the shots she had in hand.

“I wanted beer,” he complained.

“It’s alcohol and Kev is taking ice,” she said for the countless time to bring the glasses she had prepared, “Enjoy it while he gets back.”

“Hey, love, my cousin wanted to know if your free later,” Mickey asked eyeing the boy next to him, sharing a laugh.

“I don’t think so,” she stated walking back hearing them laugh again.

“Can I offer you something?” She was ready to snap back when she noticed that who had made the question was Lip. As she saw him, Desna’s body relaxed and from her lips escaped a laugh.

“I can’t drink, sir,” she said smiling at him, “But for you I’d make an exception.”

“Oh yeah?” Lip smirked, but then Tommy called for her once again.

“Three more beers?” She asked as the man pointed at him and his companions, “Right on it!” She said before turning to Lip.

“Are you looking for Frank?” She asked pointing behind her back.

“Why? Is he here?” He answered with a frown, that made her chuckle.

“Desna!” Tommy called again, and she groaned before making her way to the counter, to fill new glasses. She noticed that Lip had gotten closer to the counter as Kev walked out from the back.

“Where were you?” Desna asked, “Couldn’t you find the way back?”

“I was about to give you five minutes of break,” he said and her eyes grew bigger.

“You took the time that it was needed,” she said sweetly.

“That’s what I thought,” he said as Desna smiled, before walking to Lip.

“Are you here for drink?” She asked him.

“Umm… no,” at his answer she took his hand bringing pulling him along side her as she exited from the back of the bar. Finally breathing as the cool air hit her face.

“Busy night, eh?” Lip said giving her a sigarette that she gladly took, quickly lighting it up.

“Everyday is a good day to drink,” she said taking a drag before passing it to him, who brought the sigarette in his mouth, “But it seems that they decide when be a pain in the ass all together.”

Lip laughed as he passed the thing to her once again.

“Why are you here?” She asked taking a drag.

Lip shrugged his shoulders, “Passing by,” he said and Desna nodded her head, blowing out the smoke.

“Are you free this Thursday, in the afternoon?” He asked her.

“There’s the game,” that Thursday Kevin was organizing the bar so to make it possible to see the game with the costumers, “Kev still didn’t ask me to help though, why?” She tilted her head to a side, observing him putting his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

“Fiona is organizing this thing where we are going to instal the new TV,” he explained, “Steve is coming, and she wants to ask V too.”

She frowned in curiosity “Then why did you want to ask me-”

“Told you, I was passing by,” he shrugged his shoulders. And she found herself nodding her head.

“If Kev doesn't ask for my help, I can make it,” she said throwing the sigarette on the ground and stepping on it with her foot.

“Yeah?” Desna nodded with a smile.

“Okay,” he said, giving a glance at the door before walking towards her. In a moment his lips were on hers and his arms around her waist. She was surprised by the action, but she didn’t complain as she brought her arms around his neck, bringing him close. He slowly pushed towards the wall, until her back hit the wall.

“Not here,” she muttered against his lips, then she noticed his gaze being deep in thought, and she brought her hand on his cheek.

“What is it?” She asked caressing his skin.

“I should…” he said, “I should really bring Karen too.”

“What?” She asked pushing him back, slightly.

“Yeah, no I mean, you’re both my friends, so,” he stuttered, “And-”

“You’re fucking both of us,” she challenged him, as she moved away from him.

“We said no jealousy,” he said, “You two are different,” but that made her laugh bitterly.

“No, I don’t think so,” she said as he shrugged his shoulders.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

Desna shook her head, putting her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, “Listen, do whatever you want, I don’t fucking care.”

“Are you angry now?” He asked making her stop as she was about to get back in.

“I don’t know..” she said sarcastically, “What if next time I bring the other guy that I’m fucking?”

“You’re not fucking anyone else,” he protested.

“Yeah,” Desna said, “Maybe I should.”

“Oh, come on!” Lip said stopping her by the arm, but she snapped it away.

“Why bring it up now?” She asked challenging him, who just scoffed.

“I thought about it, I said it,” he said simply.

“Bullshit!” She said and he laughed annoyed, pacing as he passed his hand on his mouth, “Why do you always do this?” Desna asked.

“Doing what?” He argued.

“Last time you brought me with you to see your so called friend suck your brother, because, what was it?” She said mockingly, “I don’t have to fear Karen. So, what? It is her turn now?”

“Karen is my fucking best friend, Desna!” He argued with low voice.

“Then what does this makes me?” She yelled at him. And she noticed his jaw clench. They observed each other in silence, they could even hear the voices from the inside of the bar as they kept staring.

“I don’t want things to change between us,” Desna laughed at that.

“You can’t even answer a question,” she said turning her back at him ready to get back in, but then he grabbed by the arm pulling her so that she would face him.

“This,” he answered and she scoffed, “We are this.”

“Not my question,” she answered shaking her head, “Let me fucking go.”

“Why do you have to complicate everything?” He asked angrily, his hand still gripping her arm.

“Why can’t you answer a fucking question?” His jaw clenched again looking at her, “What is this uh? You’ve got a label for her but not for me, Lip?” she said pushing his shoulder with her free hand, his jaw even more clenched. She shoved him again, “She is your best friend, then what am I?!”

His other hand moved blocking her other wrist yanking her closer, “A good fuck,” he hissed. Desna eyes widened, before she pushed him, freeing herself, then her hand moved to slap him across the face.

“Fuck you,” She said coldly. His eyes widened, just before the door of the bar got opened by Kev.

“Bug, I need you help over there,” he said before looking between the two of them, “Are you guys okay?”

“Yeah,” she answered keep looking at Lip, “He was going home,” the boy observed her as he wanted to say something, but Desna turned her back at him, pushing past Kevin to go back to work.

Fucking Lip Gallagher.

A good fuck! She was a fucking good fuck! That’s all he wanted from her? Karen Jackson was his best friend, she was just a good fuck? Then he wouldn’t have mind her doing the same. She enter the hall, grabbing a shot of techila and swallow it whole, before she made her way towards Milkovich table.

“Look who’s here!” Mikey said, but she turned to the boy to his left.

“You wanted to know if I was free after, right?” She asked at the boy, who nodded his head, “Fine, my shift ends at 11.00, hope you’ve got somewhere we can fuck,” she didn’t even gave him time to answer, as she get back swallowing another shot of tequila.

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Introducing.... Thunderstorm!

This is a series featuring Sting & fem!Reader. The prompt for this was an anonymous request I received. Thank you again, anon! This is gonna a lot of fun for me to write. It’ll be seven chapters and will hopefully be completed soon!

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Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4

Summary:

After debuting as the newest member of nWo, you begin to develop a tumultuous relationship with Sting. Your newfound fame and problems in your personal life threaten to creep into your in-ring work. Kevin Nash tries to maintain the peace between you and Sting before everything falls completely apart at WCW.

Tags: 18+, enemies to lovers, angst, eventual smut, heavy alcohol use, implied/referenced drug use, additional tags to be added

September 1996

The cheers… the cheers were always deafening. You had gotten used to the lights beaming down on you, flash bulbs popping away, pyrotechnics shooting off behind you… but the cheers. It sent such a crazy rush of adrenaline through you every single time. No matter what kind of mood you were in, as soon as you hit the stage and heard the people scream for you, that thousand watt smile spread across your face in an instant. The cocky demeanor was present as usual from your expression to your stride. You turned your face into the nearest camera and winked. Knowing your voice was mostly inaudible over the crowd, curse word laden praises about yourself tumbled out of your mouth. The urge to make a kissy face at the gigantic lens was strong. You could feel like the star of the show as much as you wanted, but you knew you weren't.

It was another taping of WCW's Monday Nitro and you were once again walking out onto the mat with the members of the New World Order. You stood close behind the group almost as if you were their reinforcement. The positioning was always funny to you. If it came down to it, there was no way you could physically defend these giant men in a fight with your strength alone. Eric Bischoff enjoyed the optics though, comparing your role in the group to WWF's Chyna in D-Generation X. When he excitedly mentioned this in an effort to convince you, your stomach twisted up inside. Matching up to Chyna was a hard bar to cross. She looked like she actually could kick some ass. You on the other hand? You understood immediately that you were not an enforcer. You were essentially eye candy with a little fight in you. A very feisty valet. A tricky sexpot. Sure, you had a few moves that'd get you out of a tough situation but trained wrestler you were not.

There was no way you could ever get used to all this. Not when it had become such a massive part of your life in a short amount of time.

---

June 1996

When your friend Kevin Nash invited you to a taping of Monday Nitro you shrugged your shoulders. You had to admit that it wasn't something you were dying to see, but it gave you an excuse to dress up a little and party. He gave you and a friend the best seats in the house. The two of you pre-gamed pretty heavily before arriving. Cheap vodka settled in your lower stomach with the promise of providing a good time. Screaming fans in the arena helped you get amped up too, a frenzy quickly building around you as the show started. It didn't take long for you to notice how often the cameras kept focusing on you. One appeared so often you began to wonder if the smarmy cameraman had a crush on you. He constantly aimed the lens at your chest, pissing you off to the point that when he returned to zoom in on your breasts, you pointed a finger at him and grabbed his wrists up to put the camera on your face instead. A few harsh words drunkenly fell out of your mouth to him while you snarled. You then reached over the barrier to maneuver him to face back to the ring, accidentally giving him an even better view down your shirt in the seconds before he turned around.

Kevin watched the whole scene play out with a smile. Your reaction was the exact reason why he invited you. In the week after the show, Bischoff was shocked when a good chunk of the fanmail they received mentioned your name. Hardcore fans were wondering who the hell you were and casual watchers praised your outburst. Backstage, the other wrestlers kept asking Kevin to tell them more about you. He kept his mouth shut even though it was difficult. The plan slowly coming to fruition in his mind would make the silence all worth it.

"...Yeah, so they love you. Everyone keeps asking about you."

A few weeks after the show, Kevin's voice crackled over your house phone. Wherever he was it was loud. Thumping music and the voices of partygoers moved all around his voice.

"Are you in the club? Don't you have a show tomorrow night, man?"

"I can handle myself. You should come out with us sometime. You party harder than any of these fuckin' guys."

"I sincerely doubt that, Kev." You laughed. You were standing in your kitchen, leaning against the wall as a pot of water bubbled on the stove behind you. You'd known Kevin since middle school. Even with you moving away late in high school you stayed close friends. By the time you were able to reconnect in person he'd mentioned in passing that he was a wrestler for the WWF. He seemed very casual about the whole thing, probably because he'd always managed to fall into physical labor jobs due to his size and height. The WWF was just another gig as far as he was concerned. Eventually, he called you up again and said he was now with WCW. From the little you knew about wrestling it seemed to be a choice that made sense. WCW's programming was getting grittier with storylines that were aimed more at adults.

Kevin returned your laugh. "Okay, maybe not. You remember that time you killed--"

"The whole bottle of tequila? Of course, that was nothin'." You waved a hand in the air dismissively.

"Exactly. You can roll with the best of 'em. Which is exactly why…"

You sighed into the handset. Here he goes again.

"...you should join me in WCW. Give me one good reason why you won't."

"I can give you a few! One, I'm no wrestler. I can barely pick up a heavy box, what makes you think I can slam someone into a mat? Two, I don't want all that attention. Three, it sounds tiring. I can keep going."

"One, you don't have to be a wrestler. You can be like Ms. Elizabeth. Two, the attention isn't that bad, you get used to it. Sometimes it's even kinda fun. Three… yeah, you'll be tired. I can't lie about that one. It's worth it though, I'm telling you. The money's not bad. Aren't you tired of working at that beeper place?"

"Hold on," You set the phone down on your counter to check on the pot of water. As you turned the eye down on the stove and grabbed up your spaghetti, you stared into the rolling bubbles below you. What was that saying about the frog jumping into the water? It jumped in and right back out because the water was too hot. Although it wasn't quite the same, maybe you could jump into wrestling. Make some TV appearances and a little bit of money, then jump out before it got too, too hot. Your appetite vanished and the spaghetti no longer had any appeal to you.

Returning to the phone you were surprised Kevin was still there. You didn't understand why he was talking to you on a dirty club payphone when he could've been enjoying himself.

"Eh, Beeper City pays the bills. I like it fine. But you know, my little appearance on Nitro gave me a sales boost that week. I sold so many of those damn things the next day. My commission was crazy."

"If you come on the show every week, you won't have to worry about just 'paying the bills' on stupid pagers."

"What if I like my stupid pagers?"

Kevin scoffed into the phone at your stubbornness. Sometimes it made him laugh and other times it drove him up the wall.

Your lips pursed in thought. You'd been on the phone with him for a few minutes now and the same song was still playing in the background. The living room in front of you was so drab. You didn't see the point in decorating. Why decorate when you were barely "living" in it anyways? Nothing in the run-down apartment felt like it was truly yours. Your own life hadn't even felt like yours in recent months. You woke up, sold beepers, came home, drank 'til you fell asleep, then got up again the next day to do it all again. Sometimes you interspersed that riveting routine by going out to see a movie or a concert. It was no life to live.

You huffed nervously at the waiting silence on the other end. "Fuck it, Kev. Tell that Bischoff guy I'm in."

---

Mid October 1996

Your life changed faster than you could blink your eyes. Suddenly you were hitting different cities every week with your face on televisions across the nation. You got a little training before your debut. It was mostly just the basics, like how to fall properly and defending yourself. Your beeper job didn't do much for you in the way of exercise so even the little bit of work you put in at the gym wore you out and toned you up. Kevin was impressed at how fast you caught on. After Bischoff was satisfied with your minimal in-ring training, he explained the New World Order to you. You actually started to get excited about being in a group of rebels after spending so long being a boring stickler. Kevin introduced you to the rest of the crew with enthusiasm. Hulk Hogan and Scott Hall seemed happy to have you around. nWo was truly a boy's club though, and you weren't crazy enough to think your addition would change that. You drank and partied with them after shows but left when they started getting a little too wild. You were happy to have Kevin with you to stick by your side when you felt like an outcast.

The first time you walked out onto the mat with the group, ratings jumped the same way they did at your first audience appearance. You would've liked to think the ratings spike was because people were so excited to see new talent. After rewatching the taping a few days later you realized it was because of another slimy cameraman's angles. He zoomed right in on your ass while you climbed in the ring. The tight black shorts you wore had bunched up while you climbed in. It all made sense that there was an increase in cheers when you had gotten between the ropes. You shook your head in anger while watching it. The game is the game, you thought. The better you played it the more you could control it. You let the overly exploitative camera angles slide because you knew it would lead to good ratings and better checks. Kevin nodded in approval when you vented to him about it, sympathizing with you on the outside and smiling on the inside. Everything was working out.

Over the next few months your popularity shot up. In addition to your body doing you plenty of favors, fans loved the way you played off the rest of nWo. When they were in the ring you screamed from the sidelines in support of the group. You hit your rivals with steel chairs and innocently readjusted your shorts to distract them while they got pinned. The crowd screamed their heads off when Kevin would launch you like a rocket into the ring to knock someone down or latch onto their back to beat away at them.

After a few months of this routine you began to get fully comfortable with your persona. There was no need to fake it 'til you made it when you really had made it. People began to recognize you in public. They clamored around you for autographs and pictures together. To go from scraping by on quotas and commission, wondering if you'd have enough for a cheap six-pack of beer then to having more money than you knew what to do with made your head swim. Looking in the mirror at yourself was no longer an arduous task. Your eyes sparkled with new life and excitement. The hard work in and out of the ring sculpted your body in ways you never dreamed.

Your heart didn't feel like it was on the verge of jumping out of your chest. The deep simmering hatred for your life that manifested in your deepest reaches like snakes slithering around each other had finally subsided.

The world was yours.

"Can you move?"

Your eyes refocused themselves on your surroundings.

The girls smushed by you near the dirty bathroom sinks looked annoyed. You'd been standing there staring away at yourself after washing your hands. You gripped the cold porcelain of the sink to keep yourself steady.

"Oh shit. My bad," You stumbled out of the crowded bathroom. The girls immediately pushed forward to take advantage of the newly freed up mirror real estate. The brightly colored lights in the club dragged around you, little tails following them like shooting stars. The tight dress you were wearing suddenly felt a little oppressive. It was cute when you'd put it on earlier in the night but after a few hours of drinking it felt like a straitjacket around you. Your eyes were marbles clacking around your skull. You scanned the dance floor and bar looking for a familiar face. With little warning besides a shadow looming over you, Kevin appeared behind you.

"I was wondering where you went."

"Got a little lost in the bathroom."

"Don't tell me you've had too much to drink." Kevin glanced down at his watch while he laughed at you. The hands on it glowed a soft neon green around the purple illumination that hung in the air. "It's only 12:45. Kinda early for you."

"I just need to sit down."

Kevin placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you forward to the nearest barstool. You plopped down on it and laid your head in your hands. Somehow you managed to miss Kevin ordering two beers and widened your eyes in shock when one appeared in front of you. The condensation on the bottle cooled your overheated skin down. The bubbles popped warmly in your stomach.

"So you know Sting right?"

"Huh?" You'd swung your body around to face the dance floor. You couldn't help but to clench the beer bottle between both hands, using it like an anchor. If you spun around again to face Kevin you were pretty sure you were gonna float away like a balloon. The marbles knocked to the side of your face to catch him in your peripheral vision.

"Sting. Steve."

The image of him appeared in the forefront of your mind. His spiky bleach blonde hair and colorful face paint made you giggle. Wrestling is so ridiculous, you thought. Your inner voice sounded pretty smashed. You hoped you didn't sound like that out loud.

"I don't know him. Why?"

Kevin finished off the last swigs of his beer. He raised up his hand to summon the bartender again. This time a glass of clear fizzy liquid was placed in front of both of you. You slammed it down with instant regret. The gin burned your throat and the bitter, medicinal taste of the tonic made you heave slightly.

"Alright, that's the last one for you--" Kevin grabbed the glass and beer bottle away from you. The music had gotten even louder in the last few minutes. It thumped in your head, bouncing around with vigor. "Scott came up with an idea for him. He's dropping the surfer thing and he's gonna do his facepaint like Brandon Lee in The Crow."

You covered your mouth at a little burp that escaped. "Kinda morbid, huh?"

Kevin shrugged. "Maybe a little. But it'll be cool. We're leaving all the corny shit in the past now."

"He makes anything he touches lame. If Bischoff wanted to leave the corny shit behind, he'd get rid of Sting."

Kevin was getting tired of sighing at you all the time. For all the years he'd known you he could count on one hand the people you disliked. Usually you had a good reason for not liking them and he was on your side when it came down to problems or arguments. The few times Sting had been brought up around you though, your face twisted up. The subject would get changed when you'd made a cold comment about him. Sting stayed to himself and was a good worker. There wasn't even any opportunity to have a problem with him! Whatever your issue was with him, Kevin needed to fix it ASAP.

"Seriously, what's your issue with him?" Kevin looked at you with annoyance in his eyes. It was easier to get the truth out of you when you were this drunk. With the way you were slurring and the slow movement of your irises he knew you were pretty fucked up, but not as fucked up as you'd gotten in the past.

You took the chance and swung your body around to face your friend. Luck was on your side since you didn't immediately vomit all over him.

"I think he's a jerk."

"Yeah, I can fuckin' see that. You don't even know him that well! How could you think he's a jerk?"

"I just have a feeling he thinks he's a big shot. Bischoff hasn't been able to stop talking about him and it's driving me up the wall. 'Sting, Sting, Sting!' What about us, man?"

Kevin couldn't help but to laugh at your misplaced anger. You never could see the bigger picture in life. "Sting doing this new gimmick is good for us. It's gonna be great. You thought we were on the moon now? Just wait until next week, we'll be in the damn stars. Don't be such a mark for yourself. He needs us just as much as we need him." Kevin grabbed your arms and shook you playfully.

"Shake me again and I'll throw up right in your hair."

A big laugh left Kevin's lips as he helped you down from the stool. Thank God you had a day to recover from the inevitable crazy hangover you'd have in the morning. The cool air of the night hit your face abruptly. After being stuck in the sweaty club for what felt like hours you were grateful for the rush of wind blowing your hair around you. You felt grounded to the Earth again. Maybe Kevin was right. Sting was probably a nice enough guy. It'd be better if you all got along for the sake of the show. The drunk part of yourself hated when you got rational. It was such a buzzkill!

A cab pulled up in front of both of you. Kevin opened the door up for you, then pushed you gently down into the seat. You looked up at him with bewilderment as he told the driver what hotel you were staying at.

"What the hell man, aren't the rest of yall coming back too?"

"You drank as much as me and you're a foot and a half shorter, almost 150 pounds lighter. You need to take your ass back to the hotel and sleep it off so you don't act like an asshole tomorrow. We've gotta go to the gym and I need you up and ready for it."

"Booo! Booo, Kev!" You gave him a limp thumbs down as he closed the cab door. He was right and that was annoying. The cab pulled away with a jerk leaving Kevin to watch it turn into nothing but a little yellow dot in the distance.

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Perspective flip for glue?????

glue chapter ???

Paula had never been gifted with children. Granted, she had never wanted children - she was happy enough to be the favorite aunt to several nieces and one, potentially disappointing, nephew. She had her regular customers, her staff, and her lovely husband. She didn’t need anything else (she had wanted children, once. When she and Kevin had been together for the better part of ten years. But the time had passed and Paula had given up all hope of having them by the time she was fifty. Her restaurant was her child, in a way. Her family said it was pathetic, a group of drunk graduate psychology students told her she was being practical and a “girl boss” - whatever that meant). She didn’t have children, if anyone asked she would insist that she had never wanted them, but she had never seen a man so in need of parental guidance as Evan Buckley.

The first time Paula had met Evan it had been his first week in Los Angeles with those horrid bleach blonde streaks in his hair that were fading rapidly to a much more pleasant, natural honey. Her first impression had been that he was rather handsome, he came with a bartending license unlike the majority of their applicants, and he was good with the customers. It was also that his roguish smile and boyish charm was going to bring her in a lot of money. Her second thought, when it was his first shift and he had already flirted with half of her clientele, was that he was going to be a lot of trouble.

She had been right. Evan was a handful. He came with three fresh out of school frat boys that had all met on a beach in Peru that racked up an impressive tab that Evan paid with his tips at the end of each week. He partied when it was his days off, he fooled around with anyone with a pulse, Paula had caught him hustling at the pool tables once or twice with little success. He fought anyone that said anything mildly offensive, he was attached to his phone like every other boy his age. But he was also… he had a lot of heart. Paula didn’t know when it had changed, probably somewhere between him arriving and him showing up an hour before his shift with a big Firefighters Manual clutched in his fist and a look of nervous determination, but Evan started staying long after closing to help her and Kevin clean up. He started studying behind the bar in between customers, started rattling off fun facts at anyone that would listen about what he had learned that week at the firefighting academy, matured.

Paula didn’t expect him to have a friend like Eddie Diaz.

Kevin had hired him to fix their oven and dishwasher, the cash register even. He was a good, cheap worker that didn’t mind working odd hours or request they close up shop for the night for him to get what he needed to do done. He was quiet, minded his own business, and, best of all, was efficient. All Evan had to do was bat his eyelashes at Paula and she was hiring him - if Eddie Diaz was anything behind a bar like he was with a toolbox, she wasn’t going to regret hiring him.

He wasn’t any good behind the bar.

“Two ounces, Eddie, not the whole bottle, Christ.” Evan grabbed the shot glass out of his hand before Eddie could upend the entire bottle of vodka. Paula, from the booth she was crunching numbers in, watched almost nervously.

It had been two weeks and Eddie was a diligent worker, absolutely. He brought in just as many customers as Evan had, he worked with a determination that Paula almost envied, but she had only kept him on because he was better than Matt was - which wasn’t saying much of anything in the end. “How the hell am I supposed to know what two ounces is?” Eddie mumbled, his eyebrows pulled down low over his brow.

Paula pursed her lips and watched them through her lashes.

It was in between shifts that had the two of them invading her bar. The restaurant wasn’t technically closed, but the bar portion certainly was at ten in the morning. Evan had come just after his shift at the local fire department, he had shown up with wet curls and his casual LAFD t-shirt stretched over his shoulders. You don’t have to do this, Paula had heard Eddie mutter to him out of the corner of his mouth.

Evan hadn’t bothered answering him with anything other than an eyeroll.

Paula wasn’t blind.

She knew there was something between them. “The glass says it.” Evan pointed at the two ounce in near exasperation.

Paula had never actually seen him so visually frustrated and yet so very obviously entertained. He was tired, she had learned the signs over the past year in the slump of his shoulders and the way he was folded over the counter, but he was invigorated by the banter.

Eddie Diaz only ever really bantered with Evan. “Well.” Eddie’s cheeks reddened and he shrugged sheepishly. “I didn’t see that.”

With a quick, skilled twist of his wrist, Evan poured the vodka back into the bottle (Paula was impressed, she half expected him to throw it back like a shot - he would have a year ago. But, then again, a year ago, Evan wouldn’t have been trying to do anything with Eddie Diaz except disappear into the bathroom with him). He placed the glass back onto the counter and tapped his fingers against the line. “Two ounces of vodka.” He repeated in a much kinder tone than he had spoken before.

Eddie followed instruction, stopping just shy of an expert pour and glancing up at Evan with a wide-eyed quest for approval. “Good?” He prompted.

“It’ll be better in the martini glass.” Still, Evan winked and crossed his arms at the counter again, tapping his fingertips along the smooth line of his forearm tattoo. “You want one ounce of Apple Schnapps.” He pointed towards the bottle and, Paula watched, smiled down at the counter when Eddie wasn’t looking.

That wasn’t a smile she was used to.

She fluttered her gaze back to her papers with a frown.

She wasn’t quite sure if that was a good idea.

#ask tag #rewrite #buddie #outside perspective

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Stranger Things Demon AU, Parental Guidance

"This place smells like piss and weed."

"Don't worry, you'll get used to the smell." Eddie waved off Steve's concerns as they made their way through the bar. The rest of Corroded Coffin was already on stage and starting to set up. The Hideout was a small bar just on the edge of Hawkins city limits. From the outside, the place looked abandoned save a few neon signs. It was a Monday night so there weren't a lot of people there. According to the owner they only had actual bands play the weekends. Bullshit if you asked Eddie but like Gareth said. Gig's a gig.

"Is it just me or is everyone staring at me?" The demon asked.

"Well considering you came into a shitty music bar dressed like you just drove here from your piano recital in a BMW, they probably are."

Eddie was still wearing his usual clothes but Steve insisted on dressing up. Digging through Eddie's closet until he found the one white button up shirt he never wore and putting it on. Combined with the extra pair of dress pants he bought from the mall...he stuck out like a sore thumb. He'd rolled the sleeves up to his elbows on the way over and his shirt collar was popped open. Eddie occasionally glancing down at the demon's exposed neckline.

"Sorry that I wanted to look nice to watch you perform." Steve huffed when he noticed a girl around their age sitting at the bar. She had long curly brown hair and Steve practically glided his way over into the seat next to her.

"Jesus H." Eddie muttered to himself as he held the strap to his guitar case tighter. Ignoring the two as he walked up to the stage to join the rest of his band. "Hey sorry I'm late guys." Eddie apologized as he set the case down pulled out his guitar. "Steve was taking forever to get ready. He uses more hairspray than I do." Digging through his pocket for his baggie of guitar picks, he felt Jeff nudge his side.

"Hey, not to be weird dude but, I think your boyfriend's flirting with some girl."

"He's not my boyfriend." Eddie tried to stop himself from rolling his eyes. "He can flirt with whoever he wants." Which was true. But eyeing the two of out of his peripheral vision, the metalhead frowned slightly. Whatever, he could worry about that later.

"Alright everybody!" Kevin grabbed the microphone as Eddie plugged his guitar into the amp. "Are you people ready to rock?" The bar was dead silent until one of the more annoying patrons called out.

"Play Freebird!"

"Fuck you!"

~~

"Sorry, it's just, you don't look like the type to come to this kind of place." The woman Steve sat across from said. Stacey? Or maybe her name was Tracey. It was kind of hard to hear over the live music a few feet away. She was pretty enough. Long dark brown curly hair with big brown eyes. Steve tried to make it obvious he wasn't looking at her tight little black skirt as he grinned.

"Wanted to try something new." Steve rested his right arm on the table as he leaned in. "Was hoping maybe that could be you."

"I don't usually go for strangers like this but there's something about you...I can't quite place." She reciprocated hus movement and pulled him closer. "Why don't we take this somewhere more private?"

"You read my mind." The woman walked towards the back door with Steve following close behind.

~~

It was when they finished their set for the night that Eddie noticed Steve was no longer at the bar. Going over and waving down the bartender over to ask where the demon went.

"Went out back with some girl." He shrugged. "They were getting a little hot and heavy."

Oh. Eddie made a face. The same feeling from before the show clawing it's way into his gut.

'This is fine.' Eddie told himself as he took a seat at the bar. 'I can finally have some time away from the guy.'

"A vodka redbull on the rocks." Eddie slid a five across the counter as he took a seat. He was a year under the legal drinking age but this place never ID'ed. The man nodded, turning his back while Eddie tapped his fingers on the wooden bar top. The rings clacking in a rhythm as he looked through the bar's small crowd for Steve's face.

"Looking for someone?" He turned to see an older man taking the seat next to him.

"Nah." Eddie shook his head. The bartender setting his vodka redbull in front of the younger man. "My friend's just being an idiot."

"The one you came in with right?" The guys asked as Eddie took a sip of his drink. "With the poofy hair?"

"That's the one." Eddie snorted.

"Sucks he left you alone for some random girl." The guy leaned closer to Eddie. "I could treat you better than that."

Ah. There it was. The guy was hitting on him. Normally he'd tell this kind of guy to fuck off. But considering Steve was probably going to come back any minute and see them...he could at least have a little fun.

"Really?" He asked in an over exaggerated playful tone.

"Yeah. Why don't I buy you another drink?"

~~

"Yeah, right there," Tracey moaned as Steve buried his nose in her neck. Trailing his tongue along her collar bone. Her voice was high pitched but Steve was trying to focus on the rest of her as his hand drifted up the hem of her miniskirt. One of her arms was wrapped around his waist as he pushed her into the bar's brick wall. The other way close to his pants crotch. Fingers lightly brushing against his growing excitement. Unable to hold back a grunt and he instinctively cried out.

"Mnngh-Eddie!" Wait, shit-

This made the woman stop her touching. Pushing him away and glaring.

"Excuse me?"

"Shit-I didn't mean to say that."

"Who the fuck is Eddie?"

"I, ugh-" She didn't give him a chance to speak as she stormed away.

'Fuck me.' Steve groaned. 'Why did I say that? Why Eddie?' Now he was alone behind the bar, cold and at half mast. Ducking back into The Hideout, Steve made a bee line for the bathroom to take care of his problem. Fitting in with the dinginess of the rest of the bar, the bathroom was absolutely disgusting. One bathroom stall and two urinals. Graffiti all over the walls and floor. There was a dirty sink in the corner with a brown mirror on the wall. It somehow smelled worse than the rest of the place.

"Fucking hell." Steve spoke to himself, going over to the bathroom stall only to find the door shut. "Hey." Steve knocked on the door. "Can you hurry up in there?"

"Go away." A man's called out. "We're kind of busy in here." There was the sound of something shifting in the stall followed by another voice whined out.

"Nughhh...not there...I don wanna. I feel sick..." Steve recognized the voice protesting. It was definitely Eddie but he sounded out of it.

"Come on, you just drank a little too much." The man replied. It clicked in Steve's head that there was something very, very wrong here. Forgetting about the girl from before as he slammed himself into the stall door and forcing it open. Eddie's body was draped over the toilet seat with his jacket hanging off his body. His hair was a mess with unfocused eyes staring at nothing in particular. Some guy literally twice his age was leaning over him with his pants undone. The man jumping at the intrusion and cursing. "What the fuck?"

Steve eyed the man and he felt his blood begin to boil when he realized what this man was trying to do with his human. Reaching forward and grabbing the man by his front shirt.

"You fucking bastard." Steve snarled and tossed the man to the ground.

"Wait-stop! I can explain!" The man's eyes lit up in fear as he recognized Steve. "We were just-" He was cut off by Steve slamming the man's head against the floor. Raising his hand into a fist and bringing it down. Over and over as his rage incensed him to keep going. At some point the man fell unconscious but he didn't stop until a voice called out.

"Hngh...Steve?"

The demon stopped his beating to face Eddie. The young man leaning against the stall wall as he tried to get up.

"I don feel so good," Eddie slurred out as he stumbled but Steve went to catch him. Helping the other young man up. "Can we go home?"

"Yeah," Steve adjusted his body so the metalhead could learn into him as they walked to the exit of the bar away from the unconscious creep. He could be dead but Steve didn't care. All that mattered was making sure Eddie was okay.

#fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things au #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #demon au #corroded coffin #tw: sa #fun fact #vodka redbulls? #worst alcoholic beverage ever #do not recommend

[infinitewhore]

A/U

Do dumb things win stupid prizes

An A/U where NH never left rainbow and Achlys and gorgon never joined the military.(@poisonedtruth)

Just saying i know nothing abt russia so this is kinda a made up museum lol

"What do you know about her?" Zero asked as he held up a picture of a girl, "She's a General's Daughter, General Gromov. Why?" Confusion lingered on the face of the oldest Russian, "She has been assassinating People of high value" Zero pointed to a town in Russia "St. Petersburg is her next target located." Tachanka leaned back into his chair placing his legs onto the debriefing table, and because it's my town you came to me." He chuckled slightly, "To all of you. She is no easy target, The Army has been after her for too long. This is an unofficial Mission None knows except Harry, Ash, Nøkk, and us"

" if we catch her?"

"You bring her here. To us, Nøkk will be sent with you. She knows what to do." Zero pressed around on the tablet he held, " a museum. There will be a gala and I want you three inside. Glaz will be stationed on the building to the North, Kapkan will place traps around the VIP room, Tachanka will be inside with the VIP as one of his guards, and Fuze you're with Tachanka. Nøkk will try to find out where and when She will arrive and wander around the building."

Tachanka stands up with a groan, "When will we be going"

"How soon do you want to be back home?" Zero looked at the tablet he held.

"You Ready Gorg?" Achlys asked as she Fixed a drink, "Mate, I'm always ready" she adjusted her scope with a smirk, "Got a view of the target.. and oh shit.." they lifted their head from the scope, "We got a problem, Rainbows here." She spoke through their coms to the Russian, "Блядь.. how many?" She gave the man his drink and continued cleaning the bar, "Four on sight and a sniper, spotted him being dropped off on a building to the North." She looked to her scope to the Operatives entering the building, "Right, Take care of him last. I want his mates dead first if needed."

"Sure thing boss, I'll keep an eye out for ya" the other giggled, "Love.. you know how i hate hearing you call me that right?" Achlys shook her head with a smile, "You know I'm just teasin ya"

"I Know, now focus My sweet serpent"

While cleaning, she didn't notice the men approaching her, "Four shots of vodka and a mint julep sweetheart." The man who spoke was non other than Kevin McNeely. a Well known Businessman in America. A corrupt man is what he was, as many others, "Of course! Would you like to pay or open a tab?" A forced smile covered her face, "Cash." His Bodyguard spoke with a Thick Russian accent, "Alright, take a seat as I fix you're drink Sir." She nodded and turned her back to the man to take a bottle of bourbon and vodka, Mixing the cocktail she places the glass in front of the Man with a lemon on the side of the glass. Next, she poured the vodka shots and did the same, "That would be 35 dollars, sir." As achlys reached out to give him the bill, the bodyguard grabbed it out of her hand. "Call me Kev darling" He said as he drank from his glass, "I will kill that cunt" gorgon said with an obvious frown. Achlys just giggled.

"Moving VIP to his Suite." Tachanka said, "Copy that. Still haven't found the girl" Nøkk said as she moved through the halls, "Nothing suspicious on my radar" Kapkan said, " I have an uneasy feeling guys I won't lie" Glaz said as he scanned through the windows, Nøkk agreed. "Just continue keeping watch, Report anything suspicious immediately," Tachanka said. "You boys have a thick Russian accent. Where are you from exactly." Kevin asked Tachanka and fuze who looked unphased by his attempt at small talk, "Not Talkative, hm?" Kevin sat down in his suites office chair that had a big window behind him, "coming up" Kapkan said, "When you arrive place you're EDD" Tachanka spoke as he stood next to the door with fuze. "I'll keep roaming. And whatever happens, catch. The. Girl" Nøkk spoke.

"Hey, Mike! Can you cover at the front? I need to get some food, I'm starving, " Achlys said to her coworker, "Sure, make sure you're back before they notice you're gone, boss, " he said and took Achlys old spot. As She made her way to the lockers to change, she asked her lover, "You have the charge placed in the Powerbox?" Opening her locker to retrieve a smaller version of gorgons venom play and her Balaclava, a hum leaves gorgons lips and achlys nods at that. putting the mask on. Making her way up to the VIP suite with a Cart filled with Alcohol And Candy, she knocks on the door, Tachanka opens it. "Hi! I'm just here to bring sweets and drinks up!" Tachanka looked at her before placing a hand on the cart."We'll take the car -" "Let the women in! " Kevin said with a wave of his hand, and Tachanka let go. "Hey, sweetheart, Watcha got there, hm?" Kevin eyed the woman as she pushed the cart in the room, "I have some vodka, a few pre-made cocktails, Russian chocolate, and a few other sweets" Achlys Smiled at the Man, "Would you like me to pour you some whiskey Kev?" Of course, the sickening pervert smile. "Sure. What's up with the mask?" He said as he propped his head on his hands, "There's a masquerade ball going on downstairs, and The Boss wanted us to wear these. " She points at the mask. And kev nodded, While pouring Kev A drink, she spilled some of the whiskey, "Im so so sorry!" She panicked and wiped the spill with a rag that hung from her belt, wiping her wet hands on her pants. She pressed the button for the power box. "C'mere darling!" Kev said, grabbing achlys her arm and pulling her close. Leading her behind his desk, "It's me! dont shoot!" Kapkan yelled from outside the door as he slowly opened it. "Nøkk! Do you have any idea where the target is?" Tachanka asked over the comms, "No, Im still searching, " she said, her voice calm. Not like the others. "Glaz you?"No. Tachanka, how many people are supposed to be in the room?" Glas asked his voice low, "Five. Why?" As tachanka asked the other male, the light turned on, "Check the VIP!" Nøkk said through the comms as she came running up to the Suite, Tachanka walked over to the desk, peering behind it only to find a dead VIP and No Worker. "VIP dead. We failed." Tachanka said with a sigh.

"Tachanka, The VIP's bag! Is it still there?"

"Niet"

"The Bag has a tracker in it, if they didn't remove it i can find them!"

"Did they transfer the agreed-upon amount?" Achlys asked as she sat in their haven, "Uh yeah, We got the money Darlin" Gorgon said to their lover before placing her phone down, "What's in that bag anyway? Doesn't seem all that 'mportant to me?" She leaned on the table closer to Achlys whos searching the bag thoroughly, "Aha! Нашел хорошие вещи!" Achlys lifted two plastic bags out of the handbag, "Ugly thing" gorgon mumbled. "This my dear! Is the gooood shit" Achlys said with a smile as she opened one of the plastic bags, "Smell it" Achlys held the open bag to gorgons face who took a deep breath, "Is that?-" "Cannabis? Fuck yeah, Was probably expensive too. shit smells too good to be cheap" Achlys smiled, "And the other bags good ol' Cocaine!" Achlys lifted the other bag, "Put. That. Shite. Away." Gorgon said a death stare drilling through Achlys, "Alright! Calm down любовь!" Achlys threw the bag to the ground far away and pecked her Lover on the forehead, "We good?" Achlys caressed her cheek, Admiring her lover who leans into her touch. "Sure, if I get the good side of the bed tonight" Gorgon Cuckled, "Fine. Проклятье"

"Want a joint?" Achlys asked as she shook the bag up and down, "Sure Darlin" gorgon stood up from the table to lie down in their shared bed While achlys Rolled a joint, "Sooo Still crushing On That Singaporean Military dude?" Achlys giggled, "Ya still haven't forgotten that one?" Gorgon groaned with a smile as Her lover Lied down beside her, "Nope! He was kinda cute tho won't lie!" Achlys Said before Taking a drag of the now lit joint and passing it to Gorgon, "Sure he was But different work settings and all you know is wouldn't work out" gorgon Let out a sigh the smoke lingering in the air before disappearing, " Either way I'm Happy with Ya. Wouldn't trade that for nothin'" gorgon smiled and gave the Russian the joint, "Yeah Suree~" Achlys teased running a hand up and down gorgons side. " I ain't a liar babe" gorgon chuckled moving a strand of hair behind Achly's ear, as She took a drag from the joint. "How do you always manage to look so fucking hot hm?" Achlys said with a smile, her eyes fixated on the ones of the Australian. Pushing Gorgons shoulder softly to signal for her to turn on her back, Achlys Climbed onto her lap. Her hands tracing gorgons body, the joint thrown and disregarded onto the other plastic bag. Burning into the Bag, burning the substance inside it. The fumes lingerd in the air as the Two were caught in a makeout session.

"Glaz, Eyes on Target building?" "Affirmative Nøkk, no Movement inside." Glaz Zoomed in, watching for any movement, "Kap, Tachanka, Fuze You're with me." Nøkk said as she moved closer to the door, Kapkan and Tachanka following close behind. Leaning against the wall next to the door Nøkk signals For Kapkan to Break down the door and he does, Only to stop as soon as he entered the house, "Gorgon Look! A Butterfly!!!" Achly's pointed to a fly as she sat cross-legged on the desk, And gorgon on The bed. "That's a Cricket Hello?!" Gorgon flung her hands in the air, "Nøkk. They are High. Like Really High." Kapkan said with a slight smirk, "I can see that Kap, Grab em" Nøkk pointed at them before kapkan and fuze went up to each one, "Your mask looks hot!" Achlys threw her hand at Fuze's Mask to which he just Cuckled, "Спасибо" Fuze grabbed achlys her arm, "Lets go" Nøkk turned her back walking away as kapkan and Fuze Tragged the two Away.

Achlys and gorgon giggled their life away in the back seat, swaying from one side to the other with their upper bodies. "We're going on a trip in our Favorite rocking ship! Маленький Эйнштейн, поднимись на борт, приготовься исследовать " (Little einstein, climb on board get ready to explore) Achlys sung while Gorgon leaned her head onto Achlys, falling asleep right away. "Пять, четыре, три-.." "What are you counting down for?" Kap looked at Achlys from the Rear View mirror, "Два.. один"

The car stops, rolling out its speed before stopping in the middle of the road. Stepping out of the car, fuze goes to check the engine to find nothing wrong with it. Walking back to sit in the backseat of the car, fuze stops. His brows furrowed as he watched how Tachanka held achlys close while the three of them slept, "Sasha" Kap said loud enough to sir the Russian awake, "Извинения"(Apologies) Tachanka moved pushing the two girls off him. Continuing the ride, Achlys spoke up, "The car broke down because you were in the middle of nowhere. It's common for cars to break down for a bit in these woods, especially electro cars." She snuggled closer to her lover as the car was cold. "How would you know?" Nøkk asked, but her question was ignored.

"Why did you kill him." His hands slammed down onto the desk, her hands tied down to it with cuffs. "Why should I tell you, hm?"

"Why shouldn't you tell me?"

"Why dont you let me go?"

A sigh left his lips, obviously frustrated as this would go nowhere. Both girls held silent for the last hour. How long will they last?

"Let Grim take over, They'll be talking in no time" kali said, impatient with Rainbows way. "We can't torture her. Again, her father is a general. Even if she's a criminal, we still have orders." Ash pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, "Yes, but we can torture her little girlfriend," Grim said. Signaling with his hands to the green haird woman through the CCTV, "After all we won't hurt the his Daughter but get her to talk."

Achlys watched as They dragged gorgon in the room, sitting her in a metal chair with car batteries on each side. "Gorg! you good gorgeous?" Achlys yelled, a worrying look being held in her eyes, "im fine, luv" gorgon smiled at her.

"You either talk now or 'Gorg' will get hurt. Badly."

Achlys laughed at that, "You wouldn't." A man with a German flag on his shoulder lowerd to his knees to attach the wires to the metal chair, "You can't." "Oh yeah? Why's that"

"Becausd my father will kill you, you may not be torturing me physically. But you are mentally." Achlys smiled, a knowing look on her face that they had no other options except wait. "Grab her and move her back to her room." The old man in front of her signaled to the German, who followed his orders immediately. As soon as gorgon and the german left the room, Achlys leaned back in her chair, "Whats you're name sir?" She asked. "You call me Zero, little lady."

"You know zero? Kev, he had a bounty on his head," She said, scanning over her fingernails, picking on the skin that irritated her. Zero is now watching her with intruige, "Of course murder is bad, I agree with that." Achlys chuckled, leaning back in her chair as best as she could, "But.. how would you feel knowing you had the chance to stop bad man but didn't?" Her posture calm, but her eyes held anger. "A bad man you say, What'd he do." Zero leaned on the table, his head tipped to the side to get a better look at the woman before him. She laughed "Oh the list is long, alright." She lifts her hand, starting to count with her fingers, each thing she said. "Human trafficking, money laundering." She stops talking, thinking for a while until a smile creeps onto her face, "And extortion!" Zero nodded, "Why didn't you call police and instead decided to murder him?"

"Pschh," she waved her hand dismissively. "I wouldn't call it murder! I'd call it helping the people! And the police were aware of his doings, just like your spetznas men." Zero raised an eyebrow at that, "Shu, Maxi, Tima, and Alex! They knew, but since they decided not to say anything to you or the higher up, none happened." Achlys stood up, her hand free from the chains, "Its sad too, you know? You people are Rainbow, the people supposed to protect 'em" Zero backed away. "Dont worry, I won't hurt you! Im not a bad dude,more of a vigilante if anything." She sat back down, kicking her legs onto the table, "Let's make a deal, yeah? Me and gorg stay 'ere for a while. Help you and your teletubbies with the bad guys for a year. After that, we're free to go if we wanna. Soundin' good?" Zero looked at her, a sigh leaving his lips, "you'll call your whole gang here, and I'll talk to my superior." He places a phone onto the table and walks out towards harrys office.

#r6 samka #rainbow six siege #r6 ocs #r6 gorgon #r6 achlys #im done w this i cannot finish this my brain juice's gone

[threewaywithdelusion]

Free Love Bonus Scene

An extra (half) scene that didn't make it into Other People, the second story in my Free Love series on AO3. This will make no sense if you haven't read that series.

Andrew was never one to shy away from confrontation. He liked to go for the throat, both literally and metaphorically. Which was why Neil was unsurprised when a month into a dry spell between them, Andrew dragged Neil to the bar at Eden’s with him, a strange glint in his eye. 

He ordered their usual drinks and started piling them on the tray. Then, as Roland finished pouring an absurd number of vodka shots — mostly for Kevin — Andrew made a move. 

He grabbed Roland’s wrist before Roland could leave to help other customers. 

Roland raised his eyebrows and Andrew said, “It’s been a long time since we visited the back room together, hasn’t it?”

Roland startled, his eyes jumping first to Andrew then to Neil. 

Neil just gazed back at him flatly. He could feel Andrew watching him as well, waiting for Neil to say he was uncomfortable with Andrew sleeping with Roland. 

“Is this a threesome situation?” Roland asked, sounding bewildered. 

“No,” Neil said. “I don’t swing.”

Roland glanced at Andrew again, swallowed, then back to Neil. “And you’re okay with this?”

“No,” Andrew said in a deadpan. “I’m doing this in front of him because I figured it was the fastest way to be single again.”

Roland blinked. 

Andrew waited.

“I don’t understand your relationship,” Roland said. “I officially give up.”

“That’s not a yes or a no,” Andrew said. 

Roland looked at Neil again for a long moment, before turning to Andrew. “Yes.”

Andrew released Roland’s wrist for long enough to hand the tray of drinks to Neil. “Watch Kevin,” he said. 

“Yeah,” Neil agreed. 

He watched as Andrew led Roland towards the backroom, then headed back to the table with the drinks. 

“Where’s Andrew?” Nicky asked. 

Kevin was already downing vodka shots like he needed them to survive. 

“Busy,” Neil said. 

Nicky took a shot then realized what Neil meant. His eyes widened. “You mean he’s hooking up with someone? Right now?”

“Have you tried being less involved in your cousin’s sex life?” Aaron asked. “It’s weird.”

Nicky gestured emphatically at Neil. “He doesn’t even look bothered. You don’t think this is weird?”

“I think it’s not my problem,” Aaron said. “I wouldn’t let Katelyn cheat on me, but as long as whatever they’re doing doesn’t mess with my relationship, I don’t fucking care.”

Aaron stood up and walked onto the dance floor, quickly disappearing from sight due to his height. 

Neil rolled his eyes. “He knows that we know he’s going to go find a girl to dance with, right? And that either he’s talked to Katelyn about it, which makes him a fucking hypocrite, or he hasn’t, which makes him a cheater?”

Nicky ignored him. “But Neil. How does this not bother you?”

“Aaron always bothers me,” Neil muttered. 

“Not Aaron. Andrew!” Nicky said. “How are you not, I don’t know, hurt? Angry? Something? Don’t you love him?”

Neil squirmed at Nicky’s use of the “l” word. He and Andrew had never said that to each other. They both had a lot of baggage when it came to that word, and Andrew did tend to hold a grudge against particular parts of the English language. Neil still wasn’t sure if this was one of them, and he definitely wouldn’t say it before figuring that out.

“I trust him,” Neil said. “I don’t know what else to tell you, Nicky.”

#aftg #aftg fanfic #Mia writes fanfic #andreil #open relationship #this got cut because it didn't fit with where I wanted to end the story #but I love Roland being bewildered #so here it is

[study-coffee-chicago]

HC based on PD 3x17

Requested by @ LadyTano92 on wattpad

“Anyone know where Jay is?” you asked as you walked into the bullpen. You had gotten a text from Adam saying that Terry had been killed, and they caught the offender, but to make sure that Jay was okay. Because, as was typical with your brother, even Adam knew that he was bottling up his emotions. 

“Think I las saw him headin’ into the locker room,” Kevin answered. “Tell him me and Ruz are goin’ to Molly’s. You two can come if you want.”

“Thanks, but I think we’ll just head home,” you answered. 

“Okay. Let us know if you or Jay need anything.”

“Will do. Thanks, guys.”

Then, you made your way to the locker room. And of course, the door was locked. 

Jay wouldn’t have been a good big brother if he hadn’t taught you to pick a lock by the time you were in middle school. And, everyone in this building probably knew how to pick locks, so locking it wasn’t even a good idea. So, you took the bobby pin out of your hair and had the door open within thirty seconds. 

“Jay,” you said gently and quietly. You made your way further into the locker room and saw him frantically wiping at his tears. 

He stood up. “The door was locked for a reason,” he muttered. 

“Yeah, well, one of my brothers taught me how to pick locks in middle school, so really, it’s their fault that I’m in here right now.”

A ghost of a smile appeared on Jay’s face when you said that, but then quickly disappeared. “Why are you here, Y/N? You know I don’t like you just coming around here.”

Ever since Mouse was held at gunpoint six months ago in an office in the district, Jay had made it very clear he didn’t want you coming around the district just for fun. Not that you did it very much anymore. You were in college and working. The only times you typically came around were when Jay texted you and told you they had leftover donuts or pizza. But, after Mouse was held hostage for a couple of hours, those texts stopped because he didn’t want you coming here for trivial reasons such as free food.

“Adam texted me and told me what happened,” you answered. 

“Oh,” was all Jay said. 

“Do you need me to drive you home?” you asked slowly. 

“No, no. I can handle driving home, Y/N.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay.” Then, you walked up and hugged him. “It’s gonna be okay, Jay. I promise.” You paused and pulled away from him. “But if you aren’t home within an hour, I’m coming back here and will forcibly drag your ass to my car and drive you home.”

Jay chuckled. “I’d like to see you try. But, I promise I’ll be home within an hour.”

“Good.”

***

“I grabbed pizza on the way home. Sorry, I’m three minutes past curfew, Mom,” Jay joked when he walked inside, holding a box from Gino’s East. 

You rolled your eyes. “You would’ve taken my keys away for a week if I was three minutes late. But, I’ll be nice and let you keep yours. You know, for your job and stuff.”

“Thanks,” Jay said.

“You’re welcome. Oh, and I made you a drink. I accidentally put in too much vodka, but oh well. It’ll help ease the pain if the Hawks lose,” you said. 

Then, Jay took a sip of the drink. “Shit, Y/N. This is good, but it’s like, pure liquor. What’s in this?”

“A raspberry white claw, two shots of watermelon mint vodka, and hurricane mix. I usually put in one shot of vodka, but I did two tonight. I think I’ll stick with one from here on out. Figured you could use two, though.”

“Yeah, I could.”

Then, the two of you sat down and watched the Blackhawks lose in overtime to the Detroit Red Wings. You ate pizza and each of you made another drink…you were pretty sure Jay had two beers after you went to bed.

So when Will came over the next morning to check on Jay, he came in to see the two of you chugging Gatorade and taking ibuprofen for the ranging hangovers both of you had. But, it was all worth it because you had comforted Jay just like he had comforted you so many times. 

#headcanon #hc #jay halstead #will halstead #writer #writing #my writing #halstead sister #chicago pd #chicago med #jay halstead headcanon

[hereforhalstead]

Showtime - Part 2

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: Part 2!

• Warnings: Swearing

• Summary:   Part 2 of being undercover with Adam, despite being in a secret relationship with Jay. You can find Part 1 here..

• Words: 2353

• A/N : Part 3 coming shortly as I know not much happened here but needed a filler! Also, kind of wish I had wrote this as being undercover with Kevin as that man really doesn’t get the recognition he deserves, but I got inspo when Hailey was undercover with Adam so will have to be one for next time!

***

“What’s the hold up?” you jump as Voight’s rough voice booms from behind you “The mic was playing up so just had to get it fixed, Sarge” Jay responds for the pair of you as you nod in agreement “Right well let’s get going. Jay you’re with Kim and Y/N, Adam is waiting for you in the car outside. Let’s move” he instructs before stomping past you, leaving you and Jay stood in an awkward silence “Good luck” he sarcastically offers with a grin on his face, you find his confidence amusing considering the night he is in for but decide to go along with his humor “Thanks baby, but I don’t need luck”.

“Sarge, we need a code word to listen out for” Hailey speaks across the radio, you pick up the one hidden under Adam’s seat to respond “Mocktail”. Adam looks at you with his bottom lip out and nods “Hey, that’s a good one” he reassures and you place the back of your hand under your chin to gloat “thank you, thank you”. 

As you approach the club, Voight pulls over into a nearby road to hang back and is soon followed by Jay pulling up behind him to park his truck “You head inside, I’ll leave it a few minutes and follow you in” he directs to Kim who tousles her hair before walking off. Adam stops the car next to Voight’s and you wind your window down to allow him to speak “Jay and Kim will be close by and Kev, Hailey and I will be listening in. Any sign of trouble and you get out or say the word and we will be there” he orders and you can feel Jay staring at you from the other side of Voight “Don’t leave her alone in there, can’t be bothered going through the process of getting another partner” he confesses to Adam with a chuckle, Voight glances at him with a stern look on your behalf “Are you still here?” he asks and you try to hide the smile that is spreading on your face at the change in Jay’s confidence “I’m going” he huffs and exits the car.

Adam drives slowly alongside Jay as he traipses along the side walk, still with the window wound down Adam leans across to speak out of your window “Make mine a double water with a side of Lemon, will you?” he grins but Jay isn’t entertained “Careful or I’ll replace it with worse” he threatens back with a sarcastic smile “No tip for you then” Adam tuts before putting his foot down to speed towards the club “Who’s pissed him off?” he questions but you choose not to answer. 

You watch as Jay walks in the back entrance, giving you a look over his shoulder before heading in. Adam hands the keys over to the valet before giving him some speech about how expensive the car is and if there is so much as a scratch he will make him pay for it, how easily he slips into this kind of character is honestly baffling.. The poor man reassures Adam and drives to park the car, Adam turns to you and naturally slings his arm round your waist and settles his hand at the base of your spine to direct you. “You good?” he whispers in your ear and you nod “If you want to leave, just put your hand on my knee and I’ll make an excuse.” he calmly offers and it instantly helps calm any nerves you had, you had been undercover in clubs a few times but not with a group quite this dangerous so it would’ve been strange if you weren’t a bit on edge.

Your eyes instantly fix onto Jay who is stood behind the bar, pouring a drink and handing it to Kim. You’re not shocked to find he is already looking at you, slight worry in his eye as he chews the inside of his lip. One of his classic go to when he is anxious, you thought you were going straight to VIP but one of the men approach you and Adam first. Out of no where, a tall man in a black suit stands closely to Adam and that’s when you realise his ear piece and mic pinned to the collar of his shirt “Dan and Alice?” he asks and Adam is quick to offer his hand out to the man “that’s us, sir”. The man glances down to Adam’s hand but then ignores it, Adam returns his hand onto the small of your back with a grunt so quiet that only you could hear it. “This way, you’re late and they’re waiting for you”. He extends his arm to direct you to the VIP area “All due respect, they’re waiting on our money so we’re not in a rush” Adam jokes but the man remains stern “That’s quite the attitude you got there, he always like this sweetie?” he aims the conversation to you and you roll your eyes “Only when he doesn’t get what he wants, doesn’t happen often” you wink and notice the corners of his mouth flicker into a smile briefly before falling back to the scowl “Let’s get on with this then.” he walks round behind the pair of you, forcing you to walk ahead “What a nice guy” Adam mumbles to you, causing you to nudge his chest with your elbow as a warning “You deserved that” a voice speaks from behind you, a reminder he was hot on your heels and could hear everything you were saying “If you’ve got any other sarky comments, I suggest you get them out now because they’re not as forgiving”.

***

What seemed like a few hours had gone by and you well and truly felt like a spare part, sat on Adam’s lap as a mere trophy to impress the others. Joining in the conversation every now and then but apart from that, you remained quiet to offer a smile or the occasional sympathetic laugh. “You wouldn’t mind going to grab us some drinks, darlin’?” one of the men leans forward to you and hands you his empty glass. You don’t accept his gesture as you leave the glass in his hand and don’t make any effort to move “Isn’t that what the staff are for? Shit VIP area if you have to get your own drinks” you scoff and run your fingers through Adam’s hair “Be a good girl and run along, the men have some business to discuss” he winks and you instantly feel you could vomit. “Just grab us a bottle off the top shelf and some glasses, isn’t hard” Adam stares down the man before he taps your leg and places a kiss to your shoulder “Won’t be long baby, you might find some friends at the bar” you grimace a smile at him and huff as you stand from his lap, ensuring you pull down your dress to have some attempt in covering your ass as you head down the stairs. 

Jay already has his eyes on you as you scan over to the bar, taking a mental note of where Kim’s stood and making your way over to her. You lean forward on the bar to Jay, knowing full well your chest is very much extenuated as he struggles to keep his eyes up “A bottle of your finest whiskey and 5 glasses, we’re in VIP so you can just bring them over. Thanks” you demand and hold up the VIP card you had been given to add to the tab.

“Doesn’t work that way angel, you take your own drinks. I’m not a server” Jay is quick to hit back, clearly enjoying his new role “Whatever, just get me the bottle and a shot of vodka” you put the card on his side of the bar and turn to lean your back on the bar and look towards Adam.

“Everything alright?” Kim quietly asks from beside you as Jay places the shot on the bar, you pick it up as quick as it is put down and drink it in one “Splendid”. 

“Are you gonna take this, or?” Jay pipes up from behind you, you turn to look at him and he truly is a sight. Bar towel slung over his shoulder, shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows and a slight glisten on his skin “No you’re gonna bring it for me.” you smile and strut away from the bar. Jay looks over to Kim who tries to hide her smile in her hand as he rolls his eyes “Voight, never give her this role again. She’s relishing in it far too much” Jay grumbles into the microphone hidden in his collar, Kim is quick to speak back before Jay can walk away “Don’t listen to him Sarge, I think he’s secretly enjoying seeing her in a short dress and heels”.

You can sense Jay watching intently as you make your way up the stairs in front of him, only urging you to swing your hips more with every step. You reach the top and situate yourself next to Adam at the table, Jay makes no delay to turn his attention back onto the drinks and you laugh to yourself at how obvious you found it to be. “Just there is fine, thanks pretty boy” you wink at Jay who grins down at you “Pretty boy?” the tall man, you soon learn to be named Eric questions “You better watch out, he might have her off you” he raises his brows as he drinks “No chance mate, she ain’t going anywhere” Adam runs his hand up and down your leg, stopping at the  hem of your dress.

“Besides, she ain’t gonna go for him. Look at him, a server at a bar isn’t exactly who you want to be with is it?” Adam chuckles and you feel your stomach pull, even knowing Adam was only speaking in his character it still didn’t sit right with you that he was saying those things about Jay “I don’t know, he’s pretty cute” you hit back as Jay stands awkwardly, still pouring the liquid into cold glasses in front of you. Adam runs his hand along his jawline and huffs in a laugh before wrapping his arm round you and pulling you onto his lap and away from Jay “We can pour our own drinks, you can go now”” he adds and Jay nods “have a nice night”. 

His eyes linger on you for a split second before heading back down the stairs to the bar, you could tell he was pissed off just by the way his shoulders were tight and his back was straight as he returns to the bar. You turn your attention back to the group of men, one of which was staring at you far too hungrily which you tried to avoid but couldn’t for much longer as he placed himself next to you on the leather sofa “Mind if I have 5 minutes with your girl? I’ll get her out the way while you all settle up” The man asks and you grip onto Adam’s sholder, hoping he would get the hint of how you didn’t want him to agree “Think I’ll keep her with me if that’s alright, don’t want her causing trouble” Adam jokes but Eric clearly wasn’t taking no for an answer “Come on sweetie, just a bit of fresh air is all. Won’t be long”. You could tell he wasn’t going to let up so patted Adam on the chest and gave him a reassuring smile “I’m sure I’ll be fine”.

You yet again made your way down the stairs, followed closely by Eric who was quick to place his hand at the nape of your neck to guide you towards the exit. You walked past the bar and Jay looked concerned, followed by a scowl on Kim’s face as she watched you get rushed past “Sarge, Y/N is being led out by a white male. 6′4, black hair with a white shirt. She doesn’t exactly look happy about it”. Kim speaks into her microphone and not second goes by before Jay chimes in “Want me to follow?” he asks but Voight doesn’t respond.

“We haven’t got eyes, they came out but have gone round the back. It’d be too obvious for us to move but I can follow on foot?” Hailey speaks over the radio, Jay looks at Kim with a panic as silence is still coming from Voight “Sarge, we need answer” Kevin adds but still nothing “I’m going after them” Jay huffs and slams a glass onto the bar “No, leave her for a few minutes. She will be fine” Voight’s voice finally emerges but Jay isn’t happy “Are you serious? Some guy  has taken her out of sight are you’re happy to sit back and do nothing?” he spits back, standing with his back to the club to avoid raising suspicion “All change to channel 5, you’ll be able to listen into her microphone and then we can decide when to move in” Voight demands as Jay and Kim switch their devices as instructed “Is he fucking serious? If something happens to her I’ll-” Jay leans forward, onto the bar near Kim. “Can still hear you, Halstead” Voight interrupts over the radio and Jay scoffs “Good.”

***

#jay halstead x reader #jay halstead #one chicago #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead drabble #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead smut #one chicago x reader #jay halstead x you #jesse lee soffer

[knox-knocks]

on a place of insecurity for the kiss prompt please

you got it my friend :-*

tw for body image self confidence issues

~

Andrew didn't know why he cared. It had never been an issue before. But as he took off his shirt and smoothed his hand down his chest to his stomach, he felt a twinge of - of something. It was unpleasant. Andrew didn't particularly enjoy it.

Andrew let his hand fall to his side as he eyed himself in the mirror for a few seconds longer. Then he grabbed the bottle of pills Betsy prescribed him and shook one of the tiny blue candies into the palm of his hand. He raised it to his mouth, and swallowed it dry.

The living room was a bustle of activity. Neil was on his hands and knees looking for his shoe under the couch and Kevin had his hands full of a suspicious green smoothie that he was trying to coax Neil into trying with him. He was ranting about the merits of protein powder and whatever the hell else he put in it. Andrew didn't know how he could stomach that on top of the breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast Kevin ate every morning, but he also didn't care enough to ask.

Neil lifted his head when Andrew sauntered into the room. Kevin didn't stop talking, but Neil simply ignored him. He was fully dressed for the gym, though his hair was still a wild mess. In his hand, he triumphantly clutched his missing shoe.

"Hey," Neil said. A smile pulled at the edge of his mouth, a perfect companion to his tussled curls. "Did you take your meds?"

Andrew nodded and bypassed Kevin on the way to the kitchen. He stole a piece of bacon off Kevin's plate and an untouched pancake off Neil's. Andrew knew Neil had left it for him, anyway.

The gym was a sordid affair. A mix up and a scheduling conflict meant the Foxes had to share the gym equipment with the football team. Andrew waited, annoyed, for his turn on the weights. He ran laps on the treadmill next to Neil until a bench opened up for Andrew to take. Andrew switched off his treadmill and inclined his head towards Neil. Without so much as slowing, Neil flashed five fingers at him and increased his speed.

Five minutes later, Neil joined him at the weights section of the gym to spot him. Andrew didn't miss the way Neil's eyes lingered on his chest and biceps as he did his first rep. Andrew focused on the pull and strain of his muscles as he pumped his usual two hundred pounds. Bit by bit, it erased his previous insecurity until it was little more than a buzz in the back of his mind. It didn't hurt that Neil was still watching with half-lidded eyes and a quiet hunger.

Andrew replaced the bar on the hooks and raised his eyebrows at Neil. "If I drop the bar on my neck and die because you were distracted, I'm haunting you," he told him.

Neil ruffled his fingers through Andrew's hair, scattering the sweaty strands in ten different directions and then smoothing them back down again. "I wouldn't let that happen."

Andrew huffed and laid back down on the bench. He completed four more reps and removed some of the weights for Neil to do a few sets before Wymack called an end to gym time.

"Hey, Andrew." Nicky had draped himself over the five pound weights, hand tucked under chin and hair pulled into a small bun at the back of his head. "Do you wanna go to Eden's tonight?"

"Pass," Andrew said.

"Oh, come on," Nicky whined. "Just because you and Kevin can't drink doesn't mean the rest of us can't. Neil?"

"Sorry," Neil said, tone unapologetic.

"Drink at your own place," Andrew said.

"The only alcohol we have is the half-bottle of watered down vodka Matt keeps under the sink. That's not gonna get the three of us drunk."

Andrew blinked at him and Neil shrugged. "Figure it out," they said at the same time.

Nicky threw his hands up in exasperation and retreated.

Back at Fox Tower, Kevin left in a hurry with promises of watching the latest rerun of the Trojan vs Longhorns game with Neil thrown over his shoulder. Neil chased him down the hall until he confirmed they were, in fact, also watching the other games he had recorded. When he returned, he quirked an eyebrow at Andrew and jerked his head toward the bathroom.

"Shower with me?" he said.

That unpleasant feeling swirled in Andrew's belly. He shook his head. "I'll shower after you. Don't hog all the hot water."

Neil accepted that with a nod and placed a firm kiss on Andrew's jaw.

"You know," he said as he shucked his shirt over his head and threw it in the general direction of the bedroom, "I've been thinking of getting Kev those books he's been eyeing for being sober for three months. Do they celebrate three month sobriety?"

Andrew shrugged. "Get them anyway. I don't think I can handle any more drool on the computer keyboard."

"I'll order them today." Neil stepped in the doorway of the bathroom with his shorts balled up in his hands. "Hey. You okay?"

"Peachy."

Neil tilted his head until he caught Andrew's eye. Andrew didn't miss the crease of concern in his eyes. "The antidepressants still making you feel weird?"

"I've been worse."

Neil eyed him until Andrew grew tired of being scrutinized and ushered him toward the waiting shower. Neil left the door open and Andrew cast a lingering glance over his shoulder as he peeled off his boxers and stepped under the hot spray of the shower.

Andrew didn't realize he'd fallen asleep until the sound of Neil rummaging through the drawers for clean clothes woke him.

"Morning," Neil quipped. Andrew squinted at him from under his arms. "Shower's free."

Water beaded on Neil's shoulders and ran down the corded muscles in his back in thin rivulets. They disappeared in the fluffy towel still wrapped around Neil's waist. Neil shook out his hair and looked back in time to catch Andrew staring.

He raised his eyebrows.

Andrew rolled his eyes at Neil's smug expression and pulled him closer by the towel. "Asshole," he said, and kissed him.

Neil planted his hands on either side of Andrew's thighs and let the towel drop to the floor. He hummed and opened his mouth as Andrew directed the kiss with nimble fingertips on his jaw. Neil pulled back with a gasp and began kissing down his neck.

"Neil," Andrew said. His eyes fell shut when Neil sucked at the pulse in his neck. "I haven't showered yet. I'm sweaty and gross."

"We can shower when we're done." Neil pressed a hand against Andrew's back and bit at his collarbone. A surprised gasp slipped past Andrew's teeth.

"You're gross."

"You like it."

Andrew didn't deny it.

Neil worried at a spot on Andrew's throat and reached for the hem of his shirt. Andrew startled at the first brush of Neil's fingers against his bare skin. He jumped and reached for Neil's hands, but Neil was already moving back.

"Andrew?" he asked, looking him up and down, searching for what had triggered this reaction. His chest heaved, skin already flushed a distracting shade of pink. "What's wrong?'

"I don't want to take my shirt off." Andrew wouldn't meet Neil's gaze.

"Okay," Neil said. "Is everything okay?"

Andrew nodded, then shook his head. He chewed on his bottom lip. Neil gently reached out and pulled his lip out from his teeth with his thumb. He waited for Andrew to find the words. Neil was always so patient with him.

"I gained weight," Andrew said. When Neil said nothing, Andrew looked up to find him looking befuddled.

Maybe Neil didn't notice, but Andrew couldn't stop noticing. He knew it was the meds fucking with him, Betsy had said that would be a side effect, but it didn't stop Andrew from being self-conscious. He couldn't help comparing himself to Kevin and his green smoothies and defined abs, or Matt's chiseled chest. Andrew had always been on the heavier side, but it had always been made of muscle, and it had never bothered him before.

He was still strong. He could still protect himself. He was able to lift Neil up against the wall when they were kissing. It shouldn't have mattered.

Neil watched him for a moment longer and said, "Can I try something? I have to take off your shirt."

Andrew hesitated, but he trusted Neil. He nodded and lifted his arms so Neil could pull his shirt off. Then Neil pushed him with a gentle hand on his chest until he was flat on the bed.

The first kiss was right on Andrew's chest, just above his sternum. Neil never broke eye contact when he pressed his lips to his skin. He lingered there for just a heartbeat longer before he shifted so his mouth hovered above Andrew's stomach. His kisses were light, frustratingly so, until he placed a soft kiss onto the soft flesh on Andrew's tummy.

His lips tickled the blond hair there, and Neil left tiny butterfly kisses all over. Around his belly button, his navel, the sides that poked out of his waistband, until Andrew was relaxed and reassured underneath him. His eyes had drifted shut, nearly lulled back to sleep beneath Neil's soft touches.

When he was finished, he pulled himself up until he was face to face with Andrew. Their noses brushed. Andrew stole a kiss from him.

"I love your body," Neil said. "No matter what it looks like."

Andrew brushed the hair back from the side of his face and ran his hands down Neil's sides and over his back to settle above the slope of his ass. He plucked another kiss from Neil's lips. "I still need to shower," he said.

Neil huffed a laugh, pressed their foreheads together, and rolled off him. "Better hurry before Kevin gets back and steals the rest of the water."

"Over my dead body," Andrew sniped and tripped over Neil's discarded clothes in his haste to get a fresh towel. He doubled back to press a kiss to the crown of Neil's head.

"Thank you," he whispered against his hair. He didn't need to say anything else. Neil already understood.

#aftg #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #i don't edit these so if you see any mistakes shhh #mine #my writing #aftg fic #yes i would die for soft andreil #and soft tummy andrew

[jeanmoreaudefensesquad]

AFTG as things said in my dnd games (pt. 5)

About Kevin and Allison: You two seem to have having a haughty-off.

Matt to Neil: I've got one role! It is to ride or die, and we are riding!

Wymack: Consider maybe not fucking around and finding out?

Nicky, about going to Columbia with the twins: It's like going to a Denny's with a baby that keeps cursing

Nicky: Oh you wanna touch another man in the face? Pretty gay

Neil: I understand what a criminal is, thank you very much.

Andrew going to juvie: I am a thirteen-year-old boy. Who can control my actions? Not me!

Matt or Nicky, probably: In the wise words of my son, litty titty

Kevin: Well, you know what they say: trying is meaningless without tangible results.

Renee: Not morally, but practically. Maybe we should do a little less murder.

Renee to Riko: My good sir, there is no god here who can protect you.

The upperclassmen to Andrew: I haven't anything against you, except for all of the things...

Andrew: I guess I can't in good conscience take a shot... [grabs bottle of vodka] luckily I don't have a good conscience! [throws the shot back]

Wymack: you're not worth the nice vodka

The upperclassmen about Andrew: Ari, is a person, who exists. Unfortunately for all of us

#aftg #incorrect aftg #incorrect aftg quotes #david wymack #kevin day #neil josten #nicky hemmick #renee walker #matt boyd #aftg dnd

[solarwonux]

Sangyeon x f!reader

W.C: 6.2k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, suggestive themes, arguing, mentions of cheating

For the 12 Months I Loved You Collab by: @sunlightwoo

Note: um...better late than never right?? This was supposed to go up in February but things happen. It’s one of my favorite ones that I’ve written, but I feel like I say that for every single thing I write lmao. I hope you like it plsssss let me know your thoughts. Thank you.xx

A long exasperated sigh left your lips at the sight of Sangyeon in the corner of the reception hall, chatting up a pretty redhead. His arm draped around their waist, clutching their body close to his, their faces close enough to smell the expensive champagne lingering in their breaths. A palm was placed on his chest as he leaned down to whisper something in their ear. Earning a flirtatious giggle from them, along with a sultry nod.

Their delicate fingers wrapped around his black tie as they pulled him close to whisper something against his plump lips. It was your cue to look away, but something inside of you—maybe the five flutes of champagne you had indulged in when the night was still young, prevented you from looking away.

Gripping the body of your sixth flute you prepared for what was to come, though when he smirked and unraveled their fingers from his tie, you let out a sigh of relief. Sangyeon still hasn’t broken rule number three of your friends with benefits arrangement.

As common courtesy for the other party, under absolutely no circumstance you are to hook up with other people.

Though when he ran his fingers down the side of their arm teasingly making them shiver at the feather-like feeling. One you had relished in for many nights on end, you knew he would not only be breaking rule number three but rule number four as well.

As common courtesy for the other party, under absolutely no circumstances you are to hook up with other people, especially when the other party is in the same room.

The anger flourished inside of you like an unwelcome weed. And you knew green was definitely not your color, but you couldn’t help but feel the jealousy take over, running along your veins like bitter poison. Your grip on your champagne flute got tighter. So much so that if you were destined with superhuman strength you would’ve shattered it into pieces, especially when his knowing eyes met yours. A glint of something sinister sparking behind them while his fingers laced with those of the red head.

He turned away before giving them a shy whisper and then tugged them gently towards the door of the reception hall. Leaving you behind in the middle of his best friend’s wedding reception, on your sixth flute of champagne, while you broke rule number six.

Don’t catch feelings for the other party involved.

To be fair when you and Sangyeon had agreed to the terms and conditions of your new no strings attached relationship. You were positive, even overly confident that you weren’t going to be the one to fall for your brother's asshole friend.

You had known him for years, grew up with him. He always made it his mission to make your life a living hell. Whether it was purple food coloring in your hair conditioner back in middle school (you had an odd mixture of purple and red that had somehow turned a nasty shade of burgundy in your hair for almost a year as you grew it out enough to cut off the damage,) or calling you ugly while simultaneously including all the the synonyms. He had made your life a living hell, he had been the reason for your tears whenever your insecurities took over. And he had been the reason for your newfound jealousy now as you sat on your couch a week after your brother's wedding still replaying the scene back in your head like a bad old timely movie.

It had started when two of you got drunk on Christmas Eve, laughing boisterously at your nonexistent love life’s.

“Who knew the reason we would be bonding is because we haven’t gotten laid in months.” He said, throwing his head back, gulping the remnants of his beer.

”For your information, I got laid last week. But I’m not bringing my one night stand to meet my family.” You rolled your eyes, bumping your shoulder against his.

He sets the beer bottle to his side, before leaning his elbows on his knees and gazing over at you. “How many people asked you where your date was tonight?”

“Too many.” You sigh, running your finger along the condensation of your own beer bottle. The memories of yours and Sangyeon’s family coming up to you asking you the million dollar question still prevalent in your mind. “You?”

“Not as many as I expected but still a lot. I just wish maybe they can back off.” He leaned back, placing his elbows behind him. He tore his eyes from your form and focused them on the night sky. “Maybe I should’ve hired a date or something.” He comments.

Your family's holiday party was still bustling behind the front door of your childhood home. Yet, the thought of ever going back in, earning judgmental looks from your single aunts was keeping you away.

He was right, maybe you should’ve hired someone as a date for the night.

Sangyeon bumped his knee against yours gently, “Want to date for the holiday’s?” The question came off as a joke, his sweet and gentle laugh following it. But as you sat there contemplating the idea, you realized that it wasn’t as bad. He was practically family. Your parents and his parents had been trying for years to set the two of you up. If you were to show up on New Year’s with your arm looped in his, no one would bat an eyelash. In fact you were willing to bet money that your mom and his would start crying pure tears of joy.

“Why not?” You shrug, “Our parents have been planning our wedding since we were kids, and as much as we don’t like each other. In some twisted sense of the word I do trust you.” Sangyeon did a double take, sitting up straighter and leaning in just enough to be in your line of sight.

“Are you sure?” Concern washed over his features. His bottom lip found its way in between his teeth as he waited for your response. “Like, you want to date me for the holiday’s?” He asked pleading for reassurance. Despite the relationship between the two of you not making sense to anyone outside your friendship circle, the level of trust and respect for each other’s boundaries was evident. You two pushed each other, got under each other’s skin, but you also knew when to stop. Which is why this plan was perfect. Foolproof.

“Yes.”

And somehow the two of you agreed that from then until further notice you would be each other’s dates for every holiday in the near future. Yet, if you had known the outcome of it you wouldn’t have agreed, especially not when the thin threshold had been crossed on your birthday.

He had showed up with a cheap bottle of vodka, all the romantic comedies he could find at the gas station and a boyish smile. His lips were on yours after five shots of the drinking game you had invented and you were naked underneath him after seven.

“I’m just saying, adding sex into the mix wouldn’t be such a bad idea.” He proposed with a shrug during a very awkward hang over filled coffee talk at the rundown cafe the next day. “We can even add some rules so it wouldn’t be so weird.”

“Adding rules is the weird part, Sangyeon.” You rolled your eyes before taking a sip of your herbal green tea and then cringing at the taste. “But they would help...you know to keep things from getting messy.”

“Then it’s settled.” He smiled widely grabbing the kids menu you had ordered from and a red crayon, scribbling down messily in his almost indescifrable handwriting:

Holi-date No Strings Attached Rule Book

Can I come over tonight.xx

Your eyes roll to the back of your head in annoyance, upon reading the text from Sangyeon. Of course, he hadn’t contacted you for over a week and the only time he decides to do so is when he’s in need of a good fuck. You throw your phone down on the table, resting your forehead against it. An annoyed sound falling out of your lips.

“Hello there negative nancy,” Kevin says, slipping into the seat in front of you. “I got you your favorite.” He sings, placing the iced matcha green tea latte in front of you and flicking the top of your head to get your attention.

You whine, lifting your head up a pout evident on your lips as you break the seal of the plastic lid with your paper straw. A poor attempt to reduce the consumption of plastic. Changing the straw wouldn’t do anything for the Earth when your whole cup is made out of non-biodegradable plastic. Maybe it’s the effort and the thought that counts, either way you take a sip from your drink, savoring the taste as it coats your tastebuds. Letting the false promise of a full six hour surge of energy run down your throat.

“Thank you for buying today.” You nod.

“It’s the least I can do for helping me with the web design project.” He smiles an award winning smile before bringing his hot mug of black coffee up to his lips. Hissing from the heat and cringing at the taste. Just like how he couldn't phantom how you liked the vibrant green liquid, you couldn’t understand how he drank five cups of black coffee daily. Indeed, he was not human, you concluded that a couple years ago.

You shrug, wrapping your fingers around the cup, “I had time to spare, but don’t get too comfortable with my help. It’s rare that I finish my work early.” You point an accusatory finger at him, furrowing your eyebrows before breaking into a wide smile.

“Ehh,” Kevin shrugs, “we’ll see about that when you’re begging me to buy you one of those nasty vomit colored drinks in a week.” He finishes sending you a wink that usually has all the girls and guys weak in the knees. You on the other hand have been so accustomed to his flirty ways after years of working side by side that it did nothing to you but annoy you slightly, yet in some odd way it comforted you.

Since day one everything between you and Kevin was comfortable and easy. He sat next to you in your digital marketing class Sophomore year of college and the two of you had been inseparable ever since. For a while you harbored a fat silent crush on him, his flirting being a point of confusion for you back then. It wasn’t until you experienced first hand what dating Kevin would be like that your crush dissipated into nothing but a platonic kind of love.

It was awful, the two of you had only gone on two dates. Two very disastrous and nightmare inducing dates, that sent shivers up both of your spines when just the mere thought of it entered the front lobe of your brains. It was then, while attempting to wash out a red wine stain out of your white dress in his and Jacob’s kitchen that you both agreed to just being friends. Eventually leading up to being coworkers as well.

It was a shame, you could always see yourself possibly loving Kevin and it would be easy too. And as much as you’d like to imagine it sometimes, he wouldn’t be able to give you what you wanted and vice versa.

“How’s the boyfriend, trouble in paradise yet?” He raises his eyebrow at you, hitting your calf lightly with the tip of his dress shoe.

You groan, running a hand through your hair, “Sangyeon is not my boyfriend, we just hang out sometimes.”

You quirks an eyebrow, smirking, “That’s what I said about Jacob and I, and look at us now.” He raises his left hand wiggling his ring ringer, letting the gold band catch the light of the setting sun. “Till death do us apart or something like that.” He shrugs, taking another sip from his coffee.

“Yeah but you two are perfect for each other, Sangyeon and I are like water and oil we don’t mix unless, well...you know.”

“Unless the two of you are fucking? Yes I am aware, the horror of me walking in on the two of you last month still keeps me up at night.” He shudders, pushing his half empty mug away from him. A disgusted look on his face.

“Ugh,” you put your head in your hands in utter despair, “I thought we agreed to forget about that and move on.”

“Fine I won’t bring it up again,” He rolls his eyes and sits back, crossing his arms in front of him. “But I know there’s trouble in paradise, does it have to do with what happened at the reception?”

You stare at him with wide eyes. It wasn’t just the events that took place at the reception. It was everything before the reception, during the reception and after the reception. You swore to yourself and him the morning after the two of you first accidentally slept together that you would never fall for him. But as it turns out, you had fallen for him long before that, a moment lost in time. A moment you couldn’t pinpoint but you just knew that what you felt for him was more than platonic. It sucked.

“Maybe,” you shrug, stirring the contents of your drink with your paper straw, distracting you and avoiding Kevin’s look of concern. “Honestly, I’m not sure. He’s just so frustrating. We agreed to have rules to make this whole fucked up situation less of a mess, but he broke two of those rules that night, purposely. I could tell that he was enjoying it.” You let out a defeated sigh and push your drink out of the way, bringing your arms to rest on top of the table, crossing them and hiding your face in them. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact emotion you were feeling, but you just knew it was bad from the way your throat closed up and the tears that were brimming in the corner of your eyes.

Kevin hummed and leaned forward onto the table, ruffling your hair in the process. “And what rule have you broken?” He whispers.

“The one in which I wasn’t supposed to fall for him.” You lift your head, digging your palms into your eyes forcefully. “I didn’t want to, I still don’t want to, but I can’t stop. It’s like he’s casted some kind of love spell on me. Maybe it’s part of his evil plan to destroy me once and for all.” You sigh, grabbing your phone and turning it over. The text sitting there unread, haunting you.

“Don’t answer it.” Kevin covers your screen with his hand. The sadness he held for you is evident behind his soft eyes. “I know you want to but don’t answer it. It’s only going to make you feel worse and frankly I still hate seeing you cry.”

He’s right. Answering him would only make you feel smaller than you already do. You didn’t want to see him, but you longed to have him hold you even if it meant nothing to him. You push Kevin’s hand away, swiping your thumb over the text, hitting reply. You know you should listen to your best friend, but there’s a reason why the two of you would’ve never made it far in a romantic relationship.

You were stubborn and never listened.

8pm, don’t be late. I have to wake up early tomorrow.

Kevin sighs, shaking his head in disappointment, falling back in his chair, scoffing. “Last time, tonight will be the last time and then we break it off.” You say, avoiding his eyes.

“That’s exactly what I said and I ended up having a shotgun wedding.”

Can’t wait, miss you.xx

“My job’s having an event for Valentine’s Day.” Sangyeon broke the silence, his chest still rising rapidly, matching yours. As you came down from your highs.

The second he had walked in through your front door he was pinning you against your poor excuse of a dining room table, without a proper greeting. He barely gave you a second to think before he was peeling your clothes off in a haste and carrying you off to your room.

“And you want me to go with you?” You turn your head to face him. He was laying down on his side, his head resting on his arm, watching you cautiously.

“Mhm,” He puts his arm around your waist and pulls you close. “I need a plus one, I have this annoying coworker that doesn’t leave me alone. I figured if I brought you along they would back off.”

“So I’m not just your date, but also your cockblock?” You tilt your head to the side, raising your eyebrow. “What happens when they find out we aren’t actually dating?” You poke his chest with your index finger. It was smooth and muscular and decorated with the beautiful marks you left behind a few minutes ago.

“They won’t.” He smiled leaving a light kiss against your neck, trailing his lips up and sucking on the spot he knew would have you moaning in seconds. “What do you say?” He bites your earlobe, pulling it before sitting up again.

You sigh and bring your sheets up to your body, sitting up. “I can't, I have plans already.” You lie hugging your knees up to your chest. You wanted to go, pretend once more that you and Sangyeon were more than holiday dates and fuck buddies. But you couldn’t put yourself through that anymore. You were getting used to being by his side, living out a fantasy in your head. When all he wanted was a quick fuck and an easy pass.

“I have a date, Kevin and Jacob’s friend.” You shrug, closing your eyes, mentally apologizing to the couple for dragging them into your problem’s once again. “We’re going out to dinner.” You finish, opening your eyes and looking over at Sangyeon who laid there, messy hair decorating his pillows, stunned. You knew what he was thinking and you were just waiting for him to say it. To get it over with so he’d leave as fast he came in.

He chewed on his bottom lip and then scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Oh, what about rule number seven or whatever.” He quickly got up from your bed, letting the sheets covering his lower half fall down to your carpeted floor.

As common courtesy for the other party, under absolutely no circumstances you are to date other people, until officially calling the deal off.

“Well, I don’t know. I like him. We’ve been talking for a while now and he’s sweet. He likes me.” You shrug, watching as he walks around your room looking for his discarded clothes. “And I haven’t broken the rule, yet. I was hoping we could talk about it and just call this whole thing off once and for all.”

“No but you broke rule number one or something.” He puts on his boxers fast and digs through your scattered clothes on your floor for the rest of his clothes.

You sat there silently watching him, running through your memory files as you recalled the rules and what rule number one consisted of which had nothing to do with what you had done. Or lied about doing.

As common courtesy for the other party, always use protection.

“That’s not what rule number one is, it’s -”

“Whatever, you broke a rule before calling it quits, you were basically cheating on me.” He yells, leaving his white washed jeans unbuttoned as he runs a frustrated hand through his hair. You were floored, witnessing an angry Sangyeon wasn’t rare for you. In fact, growing up you had been the product of many of his angry outbursts while inducing your revenge, but it was never serious. This was different. This felt different. This was serious, he was accusing you of something you didn’t do. He was accusing you of doing the one thing you saw him do at your brother’s wedding reception. It made your blood boil.

“That’s fucking rich coming from you, when you cheated on me first, but I never brought it up because although you fucking did break a rule. We are not together so who am I to get angry at you?” You threw your hands up in the hair, before pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Who are you to get angry with me?”

“And they were a good fucking lay, much better than you in every single aspect.” He spits out, angrily putting on his shirt. His words hurt. He was hitting you where it hurts the most and he wasn’t even aware of it. You held his gaze, refusing to break down in front of him.

“Why not ask them instead, why didn’t you go to them tonight instead of coming here?”

He shrugs, looking around your room, focusing on the polaroid pictures you kept on your mirror. Anything was better than looking at you, and the tears pooling in yours in which he undoubtedly was the cause of. But he was hurt too, you let him come over, you let him in and he had given you everything. Poured out his unwarranted feelings into every kiss he left on your body and every pattern he painted onto your skin with his delicate fingertips, just like he always did whenever the two of you got together. He knew he had broken rule number six a long time ago. Back when the two of you were still in high school, when the rules didn’t exist and his crush on you was nothing compared to what he felt for you now. But he was scared of telling you, and it had gotten him nowhere.

His heart still broke just like he feared, and even worse he had broken yours too.

“Maybe I should, this was a mistake. Being with you in the first place was a mistake and I knew it was going to bite me in the ass one day.”

“Get out, I never want to see you again.”

“With pleasure.” Sangyeon turns around and walks out the door. It wasn’t until you heard your front door slam shut that you finally let yourself cry.

You should’ve listened to Kevin.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Jacob pulls his scarf around his neck. Though, it was February it had snowed last night. The winter clothes that you had slowly started putting away, swiftly made their comeback when you woke up shivering that morning.

You shake your head, stuffing the heart shaped cake you had made for both him and Kevin the day before. Be mine inscribed in sparkly purple store bought icing as per request from Jacob, “It’s Valentine’s Day, you should spend it alone together.” You raise your eyebrows suggestively at the two men in front of you.

Kevin leans forward, one hand on his waist while the other one moves up and flicks your forehead, “get that pretty head of yours out of the gutter, Jacob and I are gonna romantically eat our weight in this beautiful cake you’ve made us, while watching the Bring it On series.”

“I’m trying to get him to realize why the third one is the best.” Jacob says pointedly, bumping his shoulder against his husbands. “Solange Knowles steals the show, but he doesn’t want to admit it.”

Kevin scoffs and turns to face him, “I love you and I love your love for the Knowles family but face it babe the best Bring it On movie is the first one, it sets the precedent for all the other movies.” He finishes painting the picture out with his hands in the air before kissing the others cheek.

You shake your head, silently giving Jacob a knowing look. Of course the third Bring it On was the best one, but you won’t ever say that out loud. At least not with Kevin present, he won’t ever let you live it down. Will go on and on about how both you and Jacob were wrong until he was repeating himself.

“It sounds tempting but I’m going to pass, I have my own date with my couch and heart shaped pizza and -”

“Your vibrator.” Kevin interrupts, raising his eyebrows, smiling smugly at you. The embarrassment taking over your body and rising out of your ears. Jacob rolled his eyes, hitting his husband’s upside the head, and a warning look. Kevin pouted, “What? I’m not wrong, that's what she does every Valentine’s day, I’m just stating the truth.” He complains rubbing the back of his head.

“We’re going to go now.” Jacob places both of his arms on top of Kevin’s shoulders, mouthing a sorry in the process. You brush him off, “the offer still stands, if you get bored you can join us.” He opens the door and pushes his husband through the door frame.

“I’m good, have fun and no Kevin you can’t sleep on my couch after Jacob’s kicked you out again.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, last time, I walked in on you and San -”

Jacob covers his mouth with wide eyes as he continues to push him out of your front door, Kevin shrinks at the realization that he almost slipped. It had been three weeks since you last met him, since he last reached out to you. The only thing you knew of him was that your mom had called you to tell you that he had finally gotten the promotion he had been desiring for almost a year. Doting over him like she always did. It had gotten worse when the two of you showed up hand in hand at New Year’s last year. You were proud of him. You wanted to hug him and celebrate his achievement in every which way you could. But you meant it when you told him that you didn’t want to see him again. You couldn’t trust yourself or your heart when it came to him.

“We love you, call us if you need anything.” Jacob said, sending you a kiss and shutting your front door. You smiled, listening to their bickering out in the hallway, standing there until they were far away and you couldn’t hear them anymore. They were characters, the two of them and even worse when they were together. It was why they were so perfect for one another, they completed one another in every sense of the word and it made you insanely happy, but also sad.

Sometimes you wished, whenever you were alone at night and staring up at your popcorn ceiling that you could have what they had with someone that loved you to the point in which they couldn’t live without you.

It will come, at least that what you told yourself whenever the tears stopped. You just had to be patient.

You were halfway through an episode of the Vampire Diaries, and your fourth slice of pizza when the knocking on your front door sounded. You rolled your eyes, quickly pausing your show and setting down your half eaten pizza slice in the box, before standing up. You obviously weren’t expecting anyone but you figured it was Kevin after getting kicked out again. It was never serious, this game both he and Jacob played. It was some form of twisted foreplay thing they did to keep things interesting. They had explained it to you once when you shared your concern for their relationship. Sometimes you wished you hadn’t asked. You could’ve gone living your life peacefully without knowing the details of their sex life.

“I’m going!” The knocking became more desperate the closer you got to the door, and it confused you. Maybe this wasn’t part of their roleplay fantasies and something had actually happened. It worried you. You could feel it all over your body as you grabbed hold of your doorknob. “Kevin is something wro-” You stopped mid sentence when you swung your door wide open revealing a very drunk and disheveled Sangyeon.

You brought your hand up to your chest, holding onto the necklace his family had given you back in highschool as a graduation present. You never took it off, it brought a sense of comfort whenever you were caught in situations that had your anxiety spiraling out of control. Situations similar to this one.

“What are you doing here?” You step aside to give him room to enter, inviting him in without a shadow of a doubt. You shouldn’t have done that, but the part of you that will always care for him was stronger than the part of you that wanted nothing to do with him.

“We agreed to be together every single holiday season and it’s Valentine’s Day.” He say, his voice slurring slightly at the end, evident that he had consumed more alcohol than what he could handle. “I can’t leave you alone on Valentine’s Day.” He finishes, his voice turning small at the end. He ran a shaking hand through his hair causing it to stand up in different directions as he paced through your living room.

You pressed your hands up to your cheeks, letting the coldness of your palms relieve the heat that had suddenly overtaken your body. “B-But we broke things off, we don’t have to do this anymore.” You drop your hands down and point at him and then at yourself, swallowing the lump that was forming in the back of your throat. “Don’t you have an event at work? What are you doing here?”

Sangyeon looks down, taking his lips in between his teeth, “I didn’t go.” He whispers before raising his head, his eyes welling up with tears as he stuffed his trembling hands into the pocket of his white washed jeans. You swore he didn’t own another pair. “I couldn’t go without you. I-I want to spend Valentine’s Day with you and the rest of upcoming holidays...But I also want to take you out on dates and binge watch shows with you and make love to you and hold you while you sleep. I want to wake up with you in my arms, and kiss you while you’re complaining about morning breath and make you breakfast.” He takes a shuddering deep breath before sitting down on the armrest of your couch, digging his thumb into the palm of his hands. “I just want to be with you forever.” He says, clearing his throat before letting the few tears he had been keeping fall.

“Sangyeon I-” You looked around your living room frantically. Your heart was beating out of your chest. The words that had fallen out of Sanyeon’s lips with ease were the last thing you had expected to ever hear him say. It was everything you had longed to hear him say for almost a year now and you didn’t know how to react. Should you tell him to leave to give you some space to take everything in? Or should you run up to him and kiss with all the love and passion you harbored for him? You were caught at the crossroads. was overwhelming.

Sangyeon scoffed, shaking his head before raising it again, turning his head to focus on your tv, avoiding your eyes. “You don’t have to say anything. I know you don’t feel the same way, I just couldn’t keep it in anymore. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids and I don’t know when you told me that you were seeing someone. I was so angry at myself for never being able to just confess and hurt that I had been too late.”

The air in your lungs caught itself in the back of your throat. You walked towards him quickly crouching down in front of him, taking his hands in yours. “Sangyeon look at me.” You swallowed, placing two of your fingers underneath his chin and guiding his head to face you, finally locking eyes with you. You felt so weak and full of energy, ready to kiss him until the two of you died from lack of air and you wanted to laugh. “We’re so stupid Sangyeon. This entire time I thought you only wanted me for sex while I slowly fell for you and now you’re telling me that you had the hots for me since we were kids...wow.” You smile, swiping your thumb underneath his eyelids wiping away his falling tears. “I’ve loved for a long time. I don’t know when I started to love you. Just that when I realized it I couldn’t stop.”

“‘I’m sorry.” He hiccups, his fingers wrapping around your wrist. “I’m sorry for what I did at your brother’s reception, but I swear on my grave that nothing happened between us. They were drunk so I called them an uber and walked them to their ride when it arrived.” He confesses, leaning down and circling his arms around your waist, guiding you to stand up.

He rests his forehead against your stomach sighing. “There’s never been anyone else for me other than you. You make me feel so stupid and frustrated sometimes. I know I shouldn’t have said the things I did that night, like you said I had no right to bud into your love life and being angry is no excuse but I was scared of losing you.” He looks up, his bright eyes pleading. “I’m still scared of losing you.”

You sniffle, bringing your hand up to his head, letting your fingers thread through his already messy hair, “I’m sorry too for lying. Clearly I had no plans.” You laugh lightly, pointing around your living room. “I had somehow convinced myself that lying about seeing someone else would be an easier way to end things, but it hurt so much seeing you leave knowing that there was a possibility I would never see you again.”

Sangyeon laughs, his shoulders shaking gently before he leaves a chaste kiss against your clothed stomach. “Honestly, that would be impossible, we’ve been practically married since the minute we entered this world.” He stands up, towering a couple inches over you, “If I hadn’t come tonight our moms would have forced us to talk sooner or later, I just got a little too drunk and beat them to it.” He presses a kiss against your head before pulling you into a tight hug, sighing happily. “I never want to be without you.”

You nod against his chest, “Will you remember this tomorrow?” It was a thought that had been running through your mind since his confession hit you full force knocking the wind out of your body. Though the few times you had a drunk Sangyeon in your presence he remembered every single tiny detail the next day. This was just your fear taking full charge at the thought of him waking up next to you confused, and walking out again.

He hummed, smoothing his hands down your back. “I’ll write everything that happened down and in detail. I’ll even describe the look on your face when I told you that I loved you. Which by the way have I told you that I love you...a lot.” He teased, leaning back and wiggling his brows.

You leave a light kiss on his chin before pulling away, unraveling his arms from your body. “I love you too.” You walked around him and sat on the couch picking up the remote. “Want to join me?” You tilt your head, your thumb hovering over the play button.

Sangyeon pouts slightly, copying your movements and sitting down next to you. “I haven’t asked you to be my official girlfriend yet.”

“Ask me in the morning, I want you to ask me when you’re sober.” You smile, kissing his lips lightly and wrapping your arm around his waist, leaning your head against his chest.

He makes a sound of approval, placing his arm around your shoulder, “Okay but I have another confession before you press play.”

“What is it?” You press your cheek against his chest before looking up at him confused.

“I already watched this episode, Elena and Damon get into a fight.”

“Don’t they always.”

“Yeah but I don’t want to watch it again.”

You shrug and press play, “Unfortunately, you have infiltrated my Valentine’s Day plans so you’re stuck watching.”

“I did it in the name of love.” He groans, shifting and pulling one of your legs over his lap, holding you closer, as the snarky remarks between the two characters start, sounding loudly through the speakers he had helped install when you first moved into your place three years ago. He almost told you he loved you that day, but then you had put an ice cube down his back and his mind instantly started thinking of ways to get his revenge. His confession hiding away again.

But now it was out in the open and finally he could love you the way he knew he could. The way you deserved.

“And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

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[youknow-igetit]

heres the thing

like, baltimore happened. right? right.

but like, absolutely none of the foxes believe that andrew and neil are together. like romantically. (it’s mildly plausible that they could have sexual relations with one another but it’s literally only allison that thinks that, and even she’s doubtful.)

(renee is the only outlier here but she doesn’t comment on any of it because she doesnt have a death wish because she’s andrew’s friend)

(maybe also aaron but he thinks they just fuck)

what with neil’s insistence on not swinging and andrews... andrewness, it makes no sense that they’d actually be together

they never touch whatsoever. no kissing (no evidence of kissing), no hugging, no hand-holding, nothing. not even an accidental bumping of knees between the two of them.

kevin refuses to talk to them about the topic, but nicky is a very talkative person. “I live in the same dorm as them. but i’ve never seen anything even slightly coupley.”

even allison is beginning to doubt herself.

by their second year most of the foxes have come to the conclusion that they just said it to get the foxes out of neil’s love life and to make them tolerate andrew at least a little more

like, of course they think that neil and andrew are friends, at least, no one could get that close to the little knife-wielding maniac andrew and not have some sort of connection

also they talk to each other a lot. andrew hardly talks to anyone else. the foxes interpret that as they 

but they kind of just brush it aside until it’s new year’s eve and all of the original foxes are there (because they’re not letting neil leave them again)

andrew and neil are off smoking and nicky’s like “okay guys a new bet.”

so nicky thinks that they’re together, full stop (because he’s lived with andrew for years he knows that he shows his affection differently). 

aaron thinks they’re just fucking and so does allison (one of the few times they have ever agreed on anything)

matt, dan, and kevin all think that they’re just close friends (because kevin is probably thinking about their exy careers and also the internalized homophobia that the nest drilled into him for years is still there)

renee isn’t a part of it (obviously)

and so the bet finally begins

neil and andrew probably know about it, but they also have no idea who thinks what and they also don’t really care. they know. that’s all that matters. they’re a very private people.

none of the freshman even know that andrew and neil are together in the first place, so they definitely don’t know about the bet

so the foxes start watch andrew and neil just a little bit more closely but they’re still not seeing anything different than how they acted before they were ‘out’

it isn’t until the next october that they get anything

they’re all in the girl’s suite (now only dan and allison, renee graduated the year before)

it’s all of the foxes, the new freshmen and the now-sophomores (bonding exercise, dan told neil. you’re all gonna be there) and all of the original ones

they’re all hanging out and some people are chatting but it’s kinda lame

so allison’s like “fuck it, we’re all playing never have i ever.”

they establish things such as if you feel uncomfortable revealing anything you don’t have to, no singling people out, etc

so the game begins and there’s the usual tame questions like “never have i ever skateboarded” and such

but it slowly delves into the more revealing things, like “never have i ever broken the law” (and nearly all of the foxes drink because they’re foxes)

but jack, the asshole, goes “never have i ever sucked dick”

nicky, obviously take a big gulp. and allison, dan, matt (”what?? i was experimental in high school”), andrew, kevin (everyone kinda knows about the hookup culture that the nest had, so whatever), and many of the freshmen and sophomores drink as well. and, astoundingly, so does neil

nicky literally gasps, allison coughs on her drink, the rest of the original foxes simply gape (except for kevin, who swears loudly) because there was no one that neil would give a blowjob to besides andrew

neil, completely unblushingly, goes “what?” at all of his speechless friends (except for kevin, who is still swearing. it was only twenty dollars that he lost, but still). andrew, next to him, has the same bored expression

so matt, kevin, and dan have already lost the bet, even if it’s still going strong

but eventually they’re all like okay yeah, whatever, they’re fucking, but that’s it

except nicky

so it basically all of the foxes trying to get neil (not andrew, andrew’s scary) that it’s a fwb thing without explicitly asking outright

but every time matt asks how his thing with andrew is going he just kinda shrugs and goes back to what he was doing because it hasn’t really changed much except they trust each other a lot more, both emotionally and physically but neil’s not gonna tell anyone that

so allison’s like “got any dick recently?” and neil’s like”???? yeah?? i guess???”

but suddenly it’s andrew’s fifth year and nearly all of the original foxes have graduated and the bet is still there, obviously, but it’s come to the point that if they stay together after andrew graduates then nicky’s right and he wins the bet

but it’s before that that shit goes down

so it’s spring break, and they’re all at the cabin that they went to that first time (i like to think that it becomes a tradition and no matter what, all the foxes are there every year)

so  it’s the third night and things are... tense

it’s not that andrew and neil are being quiet, since they usually don’t talk a lot, but the air around them seems charged, like a bomb about to go off

they’re all gathered around, sitting on assorted furniture or the floor, and their all conversing quietly and dan gets up, grabs an assorted but large selection of alcohols, and sets them on the coffee table, declaring that they’re going to play drinking games and absolutely no one can sit out (glaring pointedly at neil, who looks ready to bolt. he hasn’t had that expression on his face for years. they all hate it.)

it is, again, during a game of never have i ever, when things come to a crescendo

they’re all mildly tipsy at this point of the night, and neil and andrew are sitting on the same loveseat, but nearly as far away from each other as possible (they’re still playing, since dan insisted, and despite her having not been their captain for two years, she is still mentally their captain)

allison, because she felt emotional or it’s just the alcohol, goes “never have i ever been in love”

and dan and matt share dopey smiles as they both drink, aaron drinks, nicky stares off into space while drinking, thinking only of erik, and kevin takes a hesitant sip from his

its silent for a full second before neil, with a determined look on his face, looks andrew in the eye and takes a huge mouthful of the alcohol and swallows

no one says anything either from knowing better than to say anything or being physically incapable of speech

neil and andrew maintain eye contact before andrew, andrew, picks up his own drink and drains his glass

as if rehearsed, they both get up at the same time and storm outside onto the deck, slamming the door and shaking the paintings on the walls

it’s a terse silence as they hear faint voices arguing but it isn’t until they fall silent that kevin gets up to investigate but then immediately goes to sit back down after one glance out of the window

he picks up a bottle of vodka and drinks directly from it before going “they’re fine”

“how do you know?” matt asks tentatively

“because they’re making out”

the room is silent again, surprise coloring the air

and then

“pay up, bitches”

Nicky is very pleased upon knowing that his cousin actually does have someone to love and so does neil his adopted son but also that he won six hundred dollars (”I never should have fucking bet that much” allison muttered later)

and for the rest of their vacation everyone’s happy and fine and dandy and they all ignore those hickeys on andrew’s neck

#andreil #andreil hc #andreil bullet fic #aftg bullet fic #all for the game headcanon #all for the game hc #andreil headcanon #andrew minyard #neil josten #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #trc #tkm #this s very long sorry

[grasshopperjay]

lost in your current

evermore series | track 1: willow

wait for the signal and i’ll meet you after dark. show me the places where the others gave you scars.

pairing: jay halstead x reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: fluff, little bit of angst, mentions of guns, mentions of violence, jay whump, bruises, little bit of steam

Six months ago you never would have thought yourself in this position. 

You’re watching Jay walk out of Molly’s, mischief all over that grin of his. People try to pull him back, but he’s resisting, trying to say his farewells as quick as possible. 

He’s getting strange glances as he finally makes it out the exit, and you can’t help but smile. 

“What’s got him out of here so fast?” Kim questions, and you just shrug, pretending to be clueless, but really, you’re far from it. Your phone is clutched tightly in your hand, all you’re waiting for is his text so you can follow suit. 

You fake a yawn and lie about how you’re starting to get tired, swirling the little bit of vodka cran you have left in your glass. Kim rolls her eyes but you just laugh, butterflies starting to erupt in your stomach in anticipation. 

When you feel your phone vibrate you down what’s left of your drink and stand. Kim is first to protest and all you can do is laugh, shrugging while you grab your things. You’re wondering how no one has noticed, the two of you haven’t really been all that careful.

Kim puts up minimal fight, rolling her eyes and whacking your bum as you pass on the way out. You poke her hip in return, unable to keep your smile from growing as you step out of Molly’s.

You walk the block over and then finally Jay’s truck is in sight. He’s leaning against the passenger side door, grinning as you get closer.

“Hey stranger,” You say. Jay doesn’t even respond, he just latches on, hands grabbing onto your waist the second you’re in reach.

You chuckle lightly, your palms sliding up and around his neck to return his hug. He releases a content sigh in response and all you can do is laugh more as he squeezes you even tighter.

“You smell nice,” He whispers, and you try to lean back but he leans forward to close the space almost instinctively, like he’s starved for touch.

“What’s gotten into you?” You grin, and one of your hands comes up to rest at the nape of his neck, as if to hold him there so you can get a look at his face. Jay could insist nothing is wrong all he wanted, but you know, he knows, his face can’t hide anything from you. “Tough day?” You ask, concern overpowering the humor in your tone now.

His eyebrows furrow a little but he stills shakes his head, trying to deny it, and that’s the giveaway.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You murmur, and once again he shakes his head.

You wish he wasn’t so dismissive with his feelings sometimes, but you know you can’t fault him for it. It was taught, carved into him like a brand. That stoic nature, the instinct to push away every emotion, it’s a soldier thing.

You know you can’t push him though, as much as you want to. It’ll come out soon enough, so you just nod, trusting that he’ll work it out on his own.

“I just want you.” He whispers, leaning down to press his forehead to yours. His hands slide down to your hips, ghosting around to the back and you almost feel the smirk growing on his face.

“Detective...” You start, “I’m not sure this pat down is necessary. What are the grounds?”

He chokes back a laugh, giving your bum a squeeze before he kisses you.

He opens the back door of his truck, and you give him a look, which he returns with a wink. “You’re not even gonna take me home first, Halstead?”

“Round one here, cause I can’t wait,” He starts, lifting you into the backseat. “And round two, three, four and five at home.”

“Ambitious,” You return, pushing yourself further back into his truck. He follows, barely shutting the door before he’s pulling you onto his lap. 

He kisses you hard, his grip on your waist tight as he tugs you further into his body, trying to get you as close and possible. Your hands wander down, pressing firmly against his torso to feel the ridges of his abs under your palm, but when he freezes, and sucks in a breath against your lips, you pull back immediately. 

He winces, queueing a curious look from you. Jay gives you a look you’ve seen all too many times, one that says, ‘it’s nothing’, but you shake your head. Despite his reluctance to actually tell you, he lets you lift his shirt over his head. 

When you finally see what he’s hiding, you lift a hand to your mouth to hide your gasp. His torso is basically one big bruise, leading to a dense purple spot right below his left pec. 

You place a hand timidly over the area, eyes wide with shock and fear, although you can’t decide which is more prominent.  

“Did you-,” You’re unable to finish your sentence, even the thought of what you’re pretty sure happened scaring you beyond words. 

He was shot.

“It didn’t go through,” He reassures you. “It didn’t go through. I had my vest.” He takes your hand, raising it to his mouth where he places a kiss on your palm. “I’m okay.” 

Lie. 

“That’s so close to your heart. That could have killed you Jay.” 

“But it didn’t.” 

That doesn’t make you feel any better though. 

“Neither did this one.” Now he places your palm over his left shoulder, where there’s a clear scar from where he was shot before.

You didn’t know him then, and thank god because you’re already this tousled over a shot to the vest, a real hit would be immeasurably painful for not just him. You had met Jay shortly after it happened, and it took maybe a half hour for you to fall head over heals for him. He was way too charming, and sweet, and he was pretty much everything you’d been looking for. 

Or so you thought.

It was well into your secret relationship that you saw the effects of his tours, and even his job now. There was obviously some psychological damage, but he refused to talk about it, and you never felt like you were enough of a constant in his life to push. 

You’ve kept everything a secret for so long, that even now in this moment you’re not sure if you have the right to push, but you don’t care. “Tell me what you’re feeling.” You demand. “You have to let it out, Jay.”

“I need to digest it first.” He argues, and you can see the pain behind his eyes, you’re pretty sure it mirrors your own. You’re being pushed away again. You start to try and move off of him, but he grabs your forearms, holding you still while he tries to meet your gaze. “But when I’m ready, you’re the only person I wanna talk to, okay?” You nod with a sigh, and he kisses your cheek. “I just need a day or two.” 

You press your forehead to his, accepting his answer because it’s further than you’ve ever gotten before. It wasn’t exactly what you wanted but it’s progress. 

Your eyes ghost over the scar on his shoulder, and you run your fingers over it, feeling the slight ridge in the skin. “Who did this to you?”

When he chuckles, you lift your head, no hint of a smile on your face. “I’m serious. I’ll hurt them.”

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You respond, trying to sound tougher than you actually are, and Jay just grins, his hands rubbing up and down on your thighs. “Gotta protect my man,” 

The smile that he gives you in return quite literally melts your insides. He pulls you in for another kiss, and your gravest suspicions are confirmed. 

This is an open shut case. 

You’re completely in love with Jay Halstead. 

But you can tell him that later, right now you’re all in on the way his hands are ghosting up your sides, slowly taking your tank top with them. Your hands drift to his belt, and then you’re stopped in your tracks by 3 loud bangs on the window. 

Adam is jumping all over the sidewalk, laughing hysterically as Kevin cups his hands over his eyes to get a good look in the truck. You can hear Kim howling as she says, “I knew it!” 

....

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#jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #jesse lee soffer imagine #jesse lee soffer x reader #jesse lee soffer #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine

[the-bau-quinjet]

How could you do this babe?

In Breakable Heaven chapter one! Here we go!

Summary: Reader’s ready to celebrate her anniversary with her boyfriend, but things don’t go as planned. 

Warnings: Cheating, swearing, drunk people

Word Count: ~2100

“…leave a message at the beep.”

You couldn’t help but be disappointed that he didn’t answer, but didn’t mind leaving a message. “Hey babe, I was able to close the bookstore early! I should be to yours in the next few minutes if you want to celebrate early. I know you like to have ample time to get ready, so I guess I just wanted to warn you. Anyway, I love you. See you soon.” You left the voicemail as you walked to your car. Tonight you are celebrating your three-year anniversary. You even changed into your brand new lingerie to surprise him, wearing a long coat to hide it in public. It felt a little bit wrong not wearing real clothes, but you were determined to make this the best anniversary celebration yet.

 The drive to his apartment was relatively uneventful. A light rain started about halfway through the five-minute drive. As you pull up to his apartment building, you notice the lights on in his room. “Good, he’s home” you think to yourself as you open the door, shuffling inside from the muggy DC weather. As you approach the apartment door, you can hear the soft music of the playlist you made last month featuring all of Taylor Swifts most romantic love songs. Your heart flutters as you think of the kind gesture. Of course, he would be thoughtful enough to put on music as you arrived at his apartment. Unlocking the door and untying your coat at the same time proved to more difficult than anticipated, but you managed to nudge the door open whispering “happy anniversary baby” in the sultriest tone you could.

 As you took in the rest of the apartment, your heart burst. There were roses everywhere. Candles lit a path to the bedroom. Maybe he did know how to be a romantic. Dropping your things on the counter and sliding your coat off the rest of the way, you tip toed into the bedroom to surprise him since he clearly did not get your message. The next sixty seconds felt as though time stopped. Or, more accurately, you froze and everything else in the world took on an impossible speed.

As you pushed open the bedroom door, three things caught your attention. First, you felt a surprising amount of resistant as you pushed the door over a bundle of clothes you didn’t recognize. Second, you heard the bed bouncing against the wall. Third, you saw streaks of auburn hair running through you’re boyfriend’s hands as he mercilessly pounded into a woman you didn’t recognize.

 Apparently, your entrance was too quiet for either of them to be interrupted. All you could manage was to slowly retreat into the living room, closing the door, but knocking into a side table.  You could hear them as they stopped moving, running to the door to investigate the noise. All you wanted was to get out of there though. Throwing your coat back over your lingerie, you grabbed your purse and keys, slamming the door shut. You didn’t even turn around when you heard him opening the door and calling your name. Whatever he had to say was not worth your time anymore.

 You couldn’t get the image of the two of them in bed together out of your head. You were feeling absolutely everything at once. You felt betrayed. You felt sad. A small part of you was actually glad you had a reason to end it. It had never felt like the kind of relationship that would move on. But still, you thought you were happy with him.

 But mostly, you were pissed. Rightfully so, but you had no idea where to go or what to do. Your blind adrenaline carried you to the car, and you wound up at a bar. You don’t even remember starting the car, much less driving, but you knew you needed something to drink. You ran inside, ordering tequila shots to drown the sadness, and sat at the bar. As you sat at the bar, contemplating your existence, a man walked up to sit next to you. You had your fair share of practice with this scenario. You had mastered the right mix “fuck off” and “sorry, I’m taken” to get men like this guy to back off with just a single look. But right now, all you could manage was a halfhearted grin that very clearly said “you do not want to deal with my emotional baggage right now.” It was all in the crazed look in your eyes, you were sure of it.

 Nobody else came up to you while you were there. You couldn’t help but think over the past three years with him for signs that he was unfaithful. You couldn’t come up with any, the cheating bastard. He must have been pretty good at hiding the secret phone calls and date nights. But then again, you had your own secrets. Not that they would have made him feel like you do right now.

 After sitting long enough to consume four shots of tequila, two vodka sodas, and one dark and stormy, reality set in. All you wanted was to curl up in a ball and scream. Or cry. You were obviously not returning to his apartment, but you couldn’t go back to your own either. There was too much there that reminded you of him. The idea of walking in there to see his sweatshirt on your couch made you feel sick. You were teetering on the edge of a full breakdown when the idea struck you. Penelope.

 Penelope Garcia is your best friend. You met her at a Doctor Who convention the same day you met he who must not be named. She was there with Kevin, but they broke up a while ago. The realization that you could go to Penny’s couldn’t have come at a better time. Ha. Penny. You only call her that when you’re drunk. She’ll know what to do. You opened your phone, barely able to call up the Lyft to take you to her apartment. It’s honestly shocking you didn’t fall asleep on the seven minute drive there. Whatever, all you needed now was to get inside and forget about him.

 After entering the building, you tried the elevator. Of course it was broken. It took you about thirty six minutes to hobble your way up two flights of stairs to Penny’s floor. With each step, you considered texting her to come get you, but you knew the second you saw her you would break down. You absolutely did not want to start sobbing on these stairs. Too many people could see you. Finally arriving to her door, you were exhausted. Mentally and physically drained. Knock knock knock “Penny?” Knock knock knock “Penny?” Knock knock knock “Penny?” you imitated the Big Bang Theory, knowing the small joke would make you smile, even if just for a second. When the door finally opened, you vaulted in for a hug, not even opening your eyes.

 As you squeezed Penny, you finally broke out into a fit of sobs. Whisper yelling, you told her as much of the story as you could remember. “Penny, thank god. I left wo-ork early to surprise Dr-Dr-Drew for our anniversary – hiccup – but he was having s-s-se-sex with someone else…” you let out a strangled sob, not noticing how stiff Penny felt in your embrace. You buried your head into her as you continued “So I got very drunk and came here. Was he cheating on me this whole time?” You asked as your tears turned back to rage. “I even went out and bought this stupid, uncomfortable underwear to surprise him” you shout as your coat had begun to fall open again. After what felt like an hour of crying, but in reality amounted to no more than 60 seconds, you finally noticed something was odd. Two things lead you to a simple conclusion that was somehow difficult to comprehend in your drunk state.

 First, Penny felt taller. Second, she was wearing converse. Upon noticing these two facts, your hands traveled up the body you were hugging until you found shoulders. Turning your head up, your eyes followed the path your hands had just taken. This series of events lead to the obvious fact that whomever you were hugging was absolutely not Penelope Garcia. Penelope was in fact not even in the foyer, but rather a very attractive, tall man with slightly curly brown hair and eyes like honey was staring back at you. And you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

 --

Reid’s POV

 Spencer hadn’t actually had anything to drink since arriving at Garcia’s. No, he just drank prior to that point. Normally, he didn’t drink at all when his team got together, but this was just worth celebrating. Another serial killer was behind bars for life because of the work the team did today. Hell, even Hotch and Rossi stayed for a few hours before they left. As part of the “young crowd” on the team, he had stayed at the bar longer than the two older men before the group of you retreated to Garcia’s. Hers was the closest apartment, and everyone else wanted to keep the party going. Spencer couldn’t help but join them, not wanting to return to his empty apartment after the long day they all spent testifying.

 Finishing his second glass of water, he began to get up to get more and maybe some for the group when everyone heard the knocking. The group laughed as three consecutive “Penny’s” came from the door. “Reid, can you get that since you’re already up?” Garcia asked, motioning toward the door. “It must be Y/N. She always calls me Penny when she’s drunk.” He obliged. He obviously remembered Garcia mentioning Y/N before, but he had never met her. He swung the door open, expecting a drunk friend of Garcia’s. He was not prepared, however, for said drunk friend to throw herself at him, grasp him in an alarmingly tight hug, and start sobbing. He could barely make out what you were saying through the sobs hearing “surprise Drew”, “anniversary”, “sex”, and “drunk” before you practically screamed “I even went out and bought this stupid, uncomfortable underwear to surprise him.”

 It was clear you meant to be pouring her heart out to Garcia, but you hadn’t yet realized who answered the door. For the first time in his life, Dr. Spencer Reid couldn’t think of words to say as you ran your hands up his body to his shoulders. You were clearly taking in the information required to come to the conclusion that he is not in fact Penelope Garcia. As your eyes met his, all he could do was stare. He made every effort to keep his eyes level with yours, but one glace was all it took to be ingrained in his memory forever. He wouldn’t have looked, but the movement of your coat caught his eye as it revealed the exact type of surprise you had planned for whoever Drew was.

 The two of you were frozen, unsure of how to proceed. You looked just like he did- a deer in the headlights. Neither of you could move. Neither of you could speak. You could both hear Garcia’s voice as she stumbled down the hallway, but it sounded distant. It wasn’t until the mystery woman broke eye contact that he backed away. Trying desperately to control the blush he were sure had made its way to his cheeks.

 --

 Y/N’s POV

 The moment was broken as you felt Penny turn you towards her. The flush on your cheeks only grew as you kept your eyes on the tall man as he retreated into the living room, not having said a word. “Y/N… Y/N? Y/N!” Penny had to yell slightly to get your attention. “What happened? What are you doing here? I thought you were celebrating tonight?” She asked rapid fire. You could tell she was also a little bit drunk.

 You told her everything. The words practically falling out of you as you started crying again. “Oh babe, I’m so sorry. Here, let’s get you inside.” Penny started to guide you into the living room, but you froze “Wait! Can I borrow some clothes before I go in there? I don’t need to flash anyone else right now.” You whispered. Penny laughed, “Of course! Who did you fla- ohhh. Reid.” She said, trying to hold back the giggles.

 “Yes. If that is the very tall man with the perfect eyes and the completely tuggable hair.” You responded, not quite filtering your thoughts, as you were still very drunk.

 “I’ll be back in a jiffy!” Penny replied, not knowing how else to respond to the fact that you are very clearly attracted to the young doctor, but also going through shit right now. She would just file away this information for later.

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#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #Criminal Minds #criminal minds x reader

[lucky-slice]

Kevin Day One-Shot

This is a little snippit of Kevin’s first couple of weeks living in dorms after leaving the nest (pre- the foxhole court). I’m just trying to get a grasp of Kevin and Andrew’s dynamic in the beginning and ended up writing a k about Kevin trying to cook eggs for the first time. I’m operating on the assumption that Kevin’s life was pretty strictly controlled in the nest.

CW: Discussion of disordered eating | food insecurity

Kevin was frozen in the kitchen and wasn’t that annoying. The pan was slowly getting hotter, the bottom burning some dark substance encrusted to the stove top where someone, probably Nicky had spilled something without bothering to clean up. The scent made him sick. He knew he should probably pour some oil in the pan or atleast take it off the heat so the non-stick coating wouldn’t be ruined, or at least that’s what Renne told him two weeks ago. The pan was smoking now.

A soft shuffling came from the doorway behind him. The sound didn’t startle him but the presence of another body was enough to break his trance, and he grabbed the pan with his right hand, moving it off the heat. Later, when Kevin met Neil and then Nathaniel and then Neil again, Kevin would learn how to be alone but for now he let himself be relieved at another person’s breathing softening the silence. People were Kevin’s first vice, before the vodka and maybe even before exy. He wasn’t certain that he existed when he was alone, sure that his body would disappear if no one’s eyes were constantly holding it down from slowly seeping away into the floorboards of the court and making sure his body was still made of flesh and bones instead of nylon lace and hardened plastic. The night time glow streaming through the window was an unfamiliar blue instead of red and wasn’t this whole thing annoying.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Andrew’s voice was rough with sleep.

 Kevin turned to him, hyper aware of his muscles forming the lost expression on his face. He was never good at hiding his reactions, especially from Riko, never from Riko. When Keven didn’t say anything, Andrew just stared back at him, unmedicated expression blank. 

After a while, Andrew hummed and walked around the counter into the kitchen. He didn’t look at Kevin as he grabbed the vegetable oil from its place on the second shelf. Kevin didn’t move even as Andrew reached across him, maintaining his prescribed two inches of space between skin, to grab the pan which was sitting uselessly on the cold backburner (And wasn’t that funny) and sit it back on the still hot burner. He turned the knob to medium heat. Reaching into the fridge, Andrew moved aside Nicky’s half full jug of orange juice and a couple beers to grab Kevin’s carton of eggs. It was full - he had just bought it today. 

He hadn’t even been planning to buy them. The Palmetto student athlete contract included full access to a dining plan with a wide variety of balanced nutritional options for him to properly fuel his body for exy. He had no reason to use the kitchen in their shared dorm room, but he had walked past the over priced campus grocery store on his way back from class and stopped. A sickening buzz of adrenaline had clawed its way up his throat when he pushed open the door. Entering a grocery store felt like falling off a cliff, the little door bell his last warning before free fall, and didn’t that just make Kevin want to break something. Instead he bought a carton of eggs at a 200% markup and now they sat on the counter in his dorm room kitchen at 2 in the morning. The nest didn’t have a kitchen.

Andrew grabbed an egg, still in silence, and expertly cracked it against the edge of the counter, then unceremoniously dropping the contents of the egg into the pan. He did this three more times in quick succession. They stood shoulder to shoulder listening to the sizzling cracking sound of the oil, not looking at each other. After about a minute or two, Andrew seemed to deem the eggs as “done”,  though Kevin didn’t know how Andrew could know, seeing as he didn’t even set a timer. He divided the eggs onto two plates. Two for himself and two for Kevin. Andrew walked over to the table and sat his plate in front of himself and then slid the other plate with perfect precision to rest in front of the seat across from him. The plate made sure to make a mocking scraping sound on the way over to its destination. 

Andrew devoured his eggs in seemingly two bites and then finally raised his eyes to meet Kevin’s. In the dim kitchen they were impossibly dark, not a hint of their usual gold. Kevin dropped the eye contact, he regretted it instantly and stared down at his eggs, ears burning. 

The thing was that Kevin hadn’t planned this far ahead. He’d already tried to make eggs twice. Once as soon as he had gotten back from class, still riding whatever nauseating delusion that had caused him to go into the store in the first place. He quickly realized that he didn’t know what temperature you were supposed to cook eggs at: was it a slow cook at low heat or a fast fry at high heat? And once the eggs start cooking, how long do you leave them for? And maybe he should separate out the yolks and just use the egg whites? His neck had started heating up and his knuckles turned white around the spatula, trying to stop himself from snapping it, not that he really cared if he broke the cousins’s shitty dollar store spatula. He ended up watching an old exy game instead.

The second time, he made it as far as the fridge, before he realized he was wasting time. He wasn’t at Palmetto state to make eggs. He went back to his dorm bed to do some grip strengthening exercises and review some outlines he’d made for the team’s Friday practice.

So now he was sitting staring at two fried eggs with round unbroken yokes glaring back at him and for some reason he couldn’t even remember if he really liked eggs. He took a bite anyway, knife scratching against the ceramic plate in the silence. He met Andrew’s eyes again, still engulfed in darkness. Andrew sneered at him. He tilted his chair back, resting on the back two legs and lazily nodded his head towards the kitchen. Bored. Always bored.

“Don’t forget to clean up.”

Kevin scowled at Andrew’s retreating form. Kevin didn’t finish his eggs, simply scraping them into the garbage, but he did clean up. Afterall, Kevin was well practiced at existing in a shared space, even if he could count the times he’s had to wash dishes on one hand.

Andrew didn’t do anything and he didn’t want anything. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. But he made him eggs. Kevin knew he was getting distracted - he’s been unfocused for a while. This is why the nest operated with strict rules and clear outlines with harsh but immediate consequences. Without a structure, he started trying to build meaning out of groceries. He thought about Andrew’s dark eyes and how they looked like dark rooms and he felt nauseous again. After he finished cleaning, Kevin always completed his work, he grabbed the entire carton of eggs and dumped the whole thing in the trash. 

#kevin day #aftg fanfic #oneshot #andrew minyard