#and tells him i fell off the ladder so i look up to my manager hurrying over like holy crap are you okay

[xxchumanixx]

No problem ma dear. I'm sure you're going to make the absolute freaking best our of my request. Happy to hear that you are going to make a story out of it 🥹♥️

Restoring faith

Tim Bradford x reader

Warnings/Tag: fluff, language, comfort, angst, hurt, readers ex was abusive, grumpy Tim (yes, he's a warning), not entirely proof read yet Word count: 5.933 Authors note: Hello love, thank you so much for the request! I had so much fun writing it, and again, I'm sorry for losing the original request (but, tell you what, I managed to get the request at least copied and pasted, because I hadn't closed tumblr on my laptop yesterday and it was still there (even though it was just a bug, but hey, i managed to copy the text)) Fun fact: My daughters name is gonna be Hailee one day (If I ever get a daughter). Also, I might have messed a little with the timeline (in terms of Celina appearing a little earlier) Here's the original request:

"I currently can't stop thinking about Tim Bradford so I came up with this grumpy Tim request, cause I need grumpy Tim becoming the protective sweet guy he is. Tim has a new neighbor, a single mom. Afraid that now his peace and quiet in his home will be over, he's convinced of the contrary when reader's little girl wrapped the grumpy neighbor around her little fingers.  

Reader wants to start a new life away from her abusive ex and so she moved states with her daughter. Tim instantly melts when the cute little girl gets bubbly when she sees Tim. 

In the meantime Tim has a suspicion why reader is a single mom, she flinches when there're loud noises or when he gets too close to her. One night she wanted to do something in her apartment and fell from the ladder hitting her head hard. Her daughter runs to Tim telling him her mommy is hurt. Reader has a bad concussion and at first doesn't recognize Tim thinking it's her ex hurting her. From that moment her secret is revealed and Tim swears to himself he's going to protect these two at all costs. Perhaps we can also see Tim nursing her back to health with her concussion 😱🙃🥹 "

Now, without further ado, enjoy!

"Hailee?"  

Rolling your eyes you sat the box in your hands down. Where did she go now? "Hailee?" you repeated louder, leaving the kitchen to go look for your daughter.  

Leaving the house you saw her at your car, with a stranger.  

"Hailee!" you called, as you suddenly panicked, running towards her. The stranger took a step back, holding up his hands.  

Stopping in front of your daughter, shielding her as you softly pushed her behind you, you looked up at the stranger.  

"Can I help you?" you asked, heart racing. 

Did he find you? But he was in jail - he shouldn't even know you moved states.  

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." the man returned, smiling slightly. "My name's Tim Bradford, I'm your neighbor. I saw that your daughter was alone and I just wanted to make sure she's okay."  

Eyes widening, you sighed in relief.  

"Sorry, I just-" you started, but cut yourself off. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N. We just moved here. Nice to meet you." He nodded, eyes wandering over the many boxes in and around your car. 

"Do you need help?" he asked, motioning at the boxes. "Oh..." you made, swallowing. "Yeah, some help would be nice, thank you." He smiled, a smile that caused you to return it.  

"Okay..." he mumbled, randomly picking one of the boxes and starting to walk towards the house. Picking up a box as well, you let Hailee walk in front of you, following Tim.  

He stood in the entryway, looking around. "Where do these boxes go?" he wanted to know. Reading what was written on the side of the box you motioned for the living room.  

He nodded, putting the box down.  

His eyes wandered over the numerous kids toys already scattered on the floor, cocking a brow.  

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you put your box down beside his.  

"She loves these toys, she's five." you explained, licking your bottom lip. He didn't seem too convinced of a five-year-old in his neighborhood, but you wouldn't let him judge early. 

Motioning outside, he walked out, picking up another box.  

"Hailee, honey, would you please stay here and wait for mommy and Tim to get the boxes inside?" you asked of her, motioning at the toys. She nodded, sitting down on a blanket and grabbing a few of her barbies.  

Nodding to yourself you walked outside, as Tim met you halfway, box in hand. 

It took an hour for you to bring all of the boxes inside, but when you were done you sighed in relief.  

"Thank you so much." you thanked Tim, handing him a beer. "I wish I could invite you for a dinner as a thanks, but my kitchen isn't ready for cooking yet, so more than takeout isn't possible for tonight." 

"Oh, don't worry, me and my girlfriend are going out for dinner tonight." he responded, smiling as he sipped his beer. 

His girlfriend. 

Damn, you should have known that a man this handsome would be in a relationship. 

Keeping a straight face, you nodded. "Well then, even better." you told him, smiling.  

When he was gone you and your daughter decided what to eat. "What about chicken nuggets?" you asked, watching her, as she drew flowers. 

"And fries?" Her eyes lit up, as she looked at you, hopefully. "Fries and nuggets for the lady it is, then." you told her, smiling. She cheered, eating a blueberry, before she continued drawing. 

_____ 

It had been a month, since you and Hailee moved into the house.  

The boxes had been unpacked and the house looked finished. You had seen Tim a few times, had talked to him and met his girlfriend Ashley.  

She seemed nice. 

Your new job had already begun, and Hailee was at the kindergarden. It seemed all good, letting you breathe more freely, since you moved states.  

Tim seemed hesitant whenever Hailee was near, like he was afraid she could disturb his peace, the quietness that convinced you to move to this street. 

You had just been grocery shopping, Hailee was playing with a stuffed animal you had bought for her, whilst you were unloading the car, when Tims truck parked in his driveway. 

He got out, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, as he saw you. Coming over, he greeted you. "Hey." you gave back, heart pumping a little faster. 

Even though he was in a relationship, that didn't mean that he wasn't handsome.  

His eyes briefly wandered to Hailee, who was playing with the stuffed animal, making sounds to emphasize it. He bit his cheek, not seeming convinced that she wouldn't start shouting any second. 

Clearing your throat you averted his attention back to you. "How is Ashley?" you asked, smiling. He stiffened, biting his cheek, but he tried to cover it up. "Oh, she's doing great." he lied, wearing a tight lipped smile. 

Biting your lip, you nodded. You weren't bad at profiling people, but you could've still been wrong about it. 

"How was work?" he wanted to know, adjusting his backpack. "Oh, it was great." you told him, nodding with a smile. "The coworkers are very nice, I think I'll stay."  

He nodded, and you made a little more smalltalk, before you realized that you had groceries that needed to be cooled.  

Apologizing, you said goodbye, before you and Hailee went inside. You looked back over your shoulder, seeing as he did the same. He waved goodbye, and you did the same, before closing the door. 

"Mommy?" Hailee asked, sitting down on the couch as you began to unpack the paperbags. You hummed, signalling for her to continue. "Why did Tim lie to you?"  

Eyes widening, you halted for a second, before you continued to pack the grocieries into the fridge. 

"What makes you think that he lied?" you wanted to know, surprised about her even noticing. "He..." she paused, searching for the right words. "He seemed like he didn't like your question."  

Huffing to yourself, you smiled. She clearly came after you. 

"You know, honey, sometimes people don't like to talk about their private life." you told her, continuing to unpack some fruits. "If he doesn't want to talk about breaking up with his girlfriend, than that's okay." 

"But mommy, you told me not to lie." she gave back, brows furrowing. "Lying is bad."  

You nodded, walking over to her with a small juice box with a tiger on it. Handing her the box, you sat down beside her. "That's right." you agreed, as she took the box and opened it. "But some things are private. And maybe he's just too hurt right now, to talk about it." 

Drinking the juice, she nodded. "Okay." she spoke, after putting the juice down on the coffee table. "Can I have some cookies?" Laughing, you shook your head. "No, honey, we'll cook now - cookies later." 

_____ 

The next day was your day off. Hailee stayed at home as well, so you could spend some time with her.  

You were baking, Hailee helping with the batter. Going through the list of things you needed for the batter, you noticed, that you didn't buy milk. 

"Damn it." you mumbled, biting your lip. "Dam-" Hailee wanted to mimick you, but you shut her up, your hand over her mouth as you sent her a pointed look. 

She grinned, causing you to shake your head, a smile on your lips, as you let go of her.  

You had real luck with her. She was a calm kid, one that wasn't stubborn or petulant - only in the right ways.  

Not like her father. 

Contemplating where to get milk from without driving to the next store, you bit your lip. 

You could go to Tim and ask him. 

"Hailee, what do you say if we ask Tim for some milk?" you asked your daughter, whose eyes lit up at the mention of him. She seemed to have grown a liking to him. 

"Okay." you mumbled, helping her down from the kitchen aisle. She ran forward and to the front door, before you stopped her. "Do you really want to go to Tim with your Frozen slippers?" you asked, cocking a brow. 

She blushed, giggling. "Do you think he likes Elsa, too?" she wanted to know, eyes sparkling. Chuckling, you kneeled down to help her into her boots.  

"I bet he loves her, just as much as you do." you told her, smiling. Giggling again, she slipped into the boots, the little lights on them flashing in multiple colors.  

Opening the door, she ran foward. Luckily Tims house was next to yours, so you didn't have to worry about her running out on the street.  

Picking her up, you helped her to ring the doorbell. It took a few seconds, in which you sat her down again, for Tim to open the door. 

His eyes widened slightly, as he saw you. "Hi." you greeted, blushing a little. "Hey." he returned, eyes narrowing. "We're sorry to interrupt, but we wanted to bake and I forgot to buy milk." you explained, sending him a crooked smile, as you wrung your hands nervously.  

"Do you happen to have some spare, that we can borrow?" His brows rose, one corner of his mouth turning upwards. "Borrow?"  

Biting your lip, you chuckled. "Yeah, with the intention to buy a new one." you explained. He huffed in amusement, before he nodded. "Sure, just give me a second." he told you, before he disappeared back into the house. 

A few seconds later, he returned, handing you the milk. You shrinked back, flinching, before you reminded yourself that he didn't want to cause you any harm. 

His mouth slightly opened, as his arm sank down a little, brows furrowing. Taking the milk from him, you breathed in deeply, trying to cover your reaction up. "Thank you." you nodded, forcing yourself to smile. "I'm gonna go grocery shopping tomorrow, then I'll get you a new one." 

He nodded as well, still a little confused from your reaction.  

When he was about to say goodbye, Hailee spoke up, holding up the new stuffed animal. "This is mr. Bubbles." she told him. You hadn't noticed her bringing it along.  

It was an elefant in the shape of a teacup. She had instantly loved it, after discovering it at the kids section.  

Tim looked at you, like he was looking for help. Motioning at your daughter with your head, you smiled a little. He looked down at her, inspecting the toy.  

"Cool." he told her, forcing himself to smile. "Looks... interesting." She giggled, not noticing his discomfort. But you did. Swallowing, your hand found her back. "Say bye to Tim." you told her. "Bye Tim!" she shouted, already running towards your front door.  

Clearing your throat, you nodded at him. "See you." He nodded in return. "Yeah, see you." 

Sighing on your way back, you swallowed.  

He clearly wasn't fond of the idea of a child next door.  

_____ 

When the pie and muffins were done, you sighed. 

Your kitchen looked like shit. 

Starting to clean up, your daughter came up to you, chewing on a muffin. "Do you think Tim would like some muffins?" she wanted to know, batting her lashes. 

Licking your lip, you knew exactly what she tried to do.  

But the amount of muffins you had baked, convinced you to say yes - right after her hopeful eyes. 

Nodding, you started to pack some muffins into a box. "I bet he'll like a few muffins." you agreed, smiling encouragingly down at her. She jumped in excitement, waiting for you to put the muffins into the box. 

"Do you want to give him the muffins?" you asked your daughter. She nodded, smiling brightly, as you handed her the box. 

Humming to herself she walked to the front door, slipping into her boots, as she patiently waited for you to follow. 

When you were both ready, you left the house, walking over to Tims. Ringing the doorbell, you waited for him. When he opened the door, Hailee was the first to speak.  

"Hi Tim, I have muffins for you!" 

His brows rose, mouth agape. Swallowing, he licked his lips, crouching down to get a better look at the box in Hailee's hands.  

You were surprised that he did so, after he was so hesitant towards her before.  

"We want to cheer you up!" Hailee told him, smiling brightly. Tims gaze wandered towards you, brow cocked in a silent question, but Hailee was faster than you. 

"Mommy said that you broke up with your girlfriend." she explained, causing his eyes to harden. Your mouth opened, but you kept silent. "When I'm said, I ask my mommy to have some sweets. So I thought, you could use some as well, so you wouldn't be sad anymore."  

He nodded slowly, biting on the inside of his lip. 

God damn it. Kids and their fast mouths. 

"Thank you, Hailee." he told her, smiling at her, as he took the box from her hands. Then he stood back up, gaze fixed on you. "Listen-" you started, but he cut you off. "Thanks for the muffins." he told you, before he went back inside his house, closing the door. 

"Mommy?" Hailee tried to gather your attention, tugging at your sleeve as your gaze was glued to the door. "Did I do something wrong?"  

Looking at your daughter, you knelt in front of her. "No, honey, you did nothing wrong." you told her, stroking her arms lovingly. "He just didn't know, that we know about him breaking up with Ashley."  

Her eyes went wide. "I'm so sorry!" she apologized, eyes watering. Hugging her, you stroked her back. "Don't be, precious. It's all fine." "Is he angry with me now?" she cried, causing your heart to ache.  

The last time she said these words, her father had yelled at her for letting a cup of water drop to the floor.  

It was the last time she had seen him. 

Sighing to yourself, you picked her up. One of the curtains moved, as you walked past them and back to your house.  

Did he see Hailee cry?  

Shaking your head, you stepped inside, closing the door, before setting Hailee down to remove her shoes.  

"Are you angry at me?"  

Your brows furrowed at her question, as you shook your head. "No!" you told her, brushing some hair out of her face. "I'm not angry at you, honey. You did nothing wrong. But, next time, I would be grateful if something like this stays between us, okay? I'm not angry, Hailee."  

She looked up at you with big, round eyes, sticking out her pinky towards you. "Pinky promise?" she asked and you nodded, as your pinky curled around hers. "Pinky promise." 

_____ 

A few days later, the box you had brought Tim sat on your porch, cleaned and emptied.  

Hailee was at the kindergarden, as you came home. Your work ended earliy, so you had some spare time until you had to pick her up. 

Taking the box, you wanted to open the door, as someone cleared their throat behind you. You flinched, instantly trying to shield yourself, as you turned around. 

It was Tim. 

Letting go of the breath you had held in, your heart hammered in your chest.  

"Hi." you said out of breath, as his brows furrowed in worry. "Are you okay?" he asked, licking his bottom lip. Nodding, you adjusted your bag, as it slid down your shoulder.  

"Everythings fine." you assured him, swallowing. "Just easy to startle, thats all." He nodded, before he cleared his throat. "Listen, I appreciate the muffins - I really do -, but my love life is something I'd like to keep private." he explained. "Yes, Ashley and I broke up, but thats my business, not yours." 

Your cheeks reddened, growing hot.  

"I'm sorry." you apologized, fumbling with the strap of your bag. "My daughter - she was just curious, she thought that you might have not been honest when I asked about Ashley. I know that its not my business, really. I just told her that you might not want to talk about it, and that she shouldn't worry about it. I didn't think much of it."  

He took a deep breath and you flinched again - you just couldn't help it.  

"Is really everything okay?" he asked. You knew it wasn't what he initially wanted to say. "Mhm." you made, biting your lip. He didn't seem convinced, but he didn't press further. 

"Its okay, I just wanted to make clear that its my business." he spoke instead, sending you a crooked smile that was surely meant to lighten the mood a little.  

Nodding, you agreed. "Yeah, I totally get that. Won't happen again." He nodded as well, a light smile gracing his lips. "Okay, thanks for the muffins again." he said, taking a few steps backwards. "They were great." With that he turned, walking to his truck. 

Only then did you notice the backpack resting on his back, indicating that he was off to work. You didn't know what he worked as, but it seemed to be in shifts. 

Getting inside, you breathed in deeply. 

He seemed reserved, but he was nice enough.  

_____ 

A week later, you and Hailee were at a BBQ hosted by one of your neighbors. You couldn't help but look out for Tim, waiting for him to appear.  

The atmosphere was nice, the people were all friendly and open. Hailee was playing with a few kids around her age, as you were sipping some coke.  

The food was almost ready and you slowly lost hope that he'd still come. 

The fire crackled, heating up, as it suddenly banged, something inside it most likely having caused a reaction. 

You flinched, shrinking together almost unnoticably, as you frantically looked for Hailee. Finding her, still playing chase with the other kids, you breathed a sigh of relief, slowly calming down. 

But, as one of your neighbors - Jeff - pushed another - Henry -, they started to fight. Walking over to Hailee, taking her by the hand, you made sure to be out of harms way, as the men punched at each other. 

When no one was able to stop them, Monica, the wife of Henry, called the police. 

It took them only a few minutes, in which Henry knocked Jeff out, to arrive. When they entered the garden, you couldn't believe, who it was. 

Tim. 

"Mommy!" Hailee whisper-yelled. "Its Tim!" You nodded, somehow flooded with relief. He was a cop. He was one of the safest neighbors you could have. 

Tim and the other officer, a young woman, took a few statements, as you others waited. When they were done, Hailee let go of your hand and before you could have stopped her, she was on her way towards Tim. 

You followed her, sighing. 

"Hi Tim!" she greeted him, smiling up at him. He blinked a few times in confusion, before he smiled, kneeling down in front of her. "Hey Hailee." he greeted her, before his eyes landed on you.  

"Hi, sorry for that." you apologized, blushing. "I couldn't stop her. I think she's excited that you're a cop." He smiled, huffing quietly. "Don't worry." he told you, as you greeted the other officer - officer Chen.  

"It was all fine, until that douchebag-" you cut yourself off, as you squinted your eyes. "Until Jeff pushed Henry." you corrected yourself, sending Hailee a warning look not to repeat what you accidentally said. 

"Don't worry, we have them under control now." officer Chen told you, smiling slightly at Hailee, who seemed far more excited to see a cop, than some others would have been. 

You nodded, thanking her, as Hailee started to ask Tim questions about the various things clipped to his belt. He chuckled at her curiosity, explaining what the things were. 

You huffed to yourself, a little confused.  

She seemed to have him wrapped around her little fingers, after all.

That would surely get interesting. 

_____ 

A few days had passed since the BBQ, leaving you to think more and more about Seargent Bradford.  

You had learned that he was a Sergeant, working for the LAPD. That explained the shifts.  

You were currently trying to fix a light, that bothered you for quiet some time now. Sometimes it would work, sometimes not. 

Even though you were afraid of heights, you had climbed up the old ladder that you found in your basement, having your fingers crossed that it wouldn't shatter under your weight. 

Hailee was sat in the living room, playing with her dolls, as you tried to reach the lightbulb. Taking a shaky breath, you stretched a little further, as you suddenly slipped. 

Losing your balance you fell, your head hitting the ground rather hard. Your sight blurred, as you heard your daughter call out for you.  

She seemed to panick and you wanted to tell her that you would be alright, but you couldn't, as suddenly, the lights went out. 

"Tim!" Hailee called, crying as she frantically kocked on his door. "Tim!"  

The door opened, revealing Tim who looked down at the little girl with worry in his eyes, it only intensifying at her tear stained face. 

"Whats wrong?" he wanted to know, crouching down. "M-My mommy!" she called out, sobbing. "Its my mommy!"  

As fast as he could he picked her up, running towards the open front door of her house. Cursing at himself for not bringing his weapon, he slowly inched forward and into the living room, where her mother lay unconcious.  

"Fuck!" he breathed out, setting Hailee down and calling an ambulance, before he approached her mother. 

"Y/N?" you heard someone call out your name, luring you back into conciousness. "Y/N!"  

Your eyes slowly opened, trying to make sense of the blur you saw. "Hey, what happened?" the person who called out your name wanted to know. Its silhouette came into view and your eyes widened, as you sat up and inched backwards. 

"No, no, no, no!" you breathed out, as the person followed you, before your back hit the wall. "No!" you shouted, as he wanted to grab you, shielding your face with your hands. 

"Why are you here?" you wanted to know, as tears made their way out of your eyes. "You should be in jail, Robert!"  

He halted, you could sense it. "What?" he said, sounding confused. "Who's Robert?" He must have been messing with you, after all you were sure it was him you were seeing. 

"Go away!" you yelled, crying as your thoughts were with your daughter. "Where is Hailee?" "She's here, sitting on the couch." he told you, crouching down in front of you, as he carefully grabbed your hands, removing them from your face.  

"It's me, Tim." he explained, as your view slowly got clearer. "What?" you breathed, searching his face for any indication that it wasn't Tim. But you found none. 

"What happened?" you wanted to know, as you heard sirens. "Hailee came over, calling out for me." he explained, swallowing, as his gaze never left yours. "She said it's her mommy, so I grabbed her and went looking. You were unconscious. I assume you fell down the ladder?"  

Looking over at the ladder, you flinched. Your head exploded. 

"Don't move your head too much." he advised, as paramedics entered the room. "You might have a concussion." 

The paramedics asked what happened and Tim explained, saying that you were unconscious when he found you, that you had fallen off the ladder.  

They put you on a stretcher, securing your head and neck.  

"Wait," you told them, eyes widening. "What about my daughter?" The paramedics looked at each other, as Tim spoke up. "We'll drive after you to the hospital." he assured you. "Okay, thank you." 

He nodded, before you were brought to the ambulance. 

_____

Once you were checked, the doctor, Dr. Sierra, told you the results.

"You have a concussion, miss Y/L/N." she said, reading through the papers she held in hand. Tim and Hailee were at your side, your daughter sitting on your bed.

"We made a scan to see if you have other injuries and requested the data from the hospital in Ohio, which you used to visit rather often, as I see." the doctor continiued, and you swallowed.

Your cheeks got warmer, as she closed the chart.

"There were multiple traumata, broken bones and other injuries." she explained what you already knew. Glancing at Tim she sent you a silent question, but you shook your head.

"No, he's in jail." you explained quietly, fumbling with the bedsheet. The doctor nodded, seemingly relieved.

"You can go in the morning, if your condition stays good." she explained, before she bid you goodbye.

The room grew silent, the only noise being the bedsheets you fisted rather aggressively.

You sensed that Tim had questions; he wanted to know what happened and more importantly, why you were so scared of him at first.

Sighing, you contemplated where your daughter was supposed to stay the night. She couldn't sleep at the hospital, they wouldn't allow it.

Swallowing, you looked at Tim.

"Can I ask you something?" you wanted to know quietly, brushing through your daughters hair absentmindedly. "Sure." he gave back, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

"You don't have to say yes of course..." you started, looking away for a split second. "But, can Hailee stay at your place tonight?" You prayed he would say yes, otherwise you didn't know where else she could stay at.

He nodded, as he bit his cheek.

"Of course." he said. "Where else should she go, when she could cuddle with Kojo?" He smiled, one that made your heart flutter despite the headache that was killing you.

"Thank you, Tim." you returned sincerely, smiling back through the pain. He nodded, before he brushed over his chin, thinking about something. You patiently waited for him, as Hailee played a game on your phone.

It wasn't the best way to keep her occupied, but right now it had to do, especially if it meant she was distracted enough to not listen to you two.

"I don't know what happened back then, but maybe you want to talk to me about it tomorrow?" he offered, sincerity in his eyes. "Or whenever you feel ready."

He was right. He deserved to know.

You nodded, flinching at the pain that shot through your head at the movement. He nodded in return, before he stood. "Hailee, what do you think about ice cream and nuggets?" he wanted to know, looking down at her.

She looked at you, unsure, but you smiled at her.

"Go with Tim, honey." you told her, hugging her. "He'll look after you tonight, whilst mommy stays at the hospital. You can trust him."

She nodded, kissing your cheek and you did the same. "I love you, buttercup." you told her, causing her to smile. "I love you too, mommy."

Tim picked her up, deciding to carry her to the car, as you handed him your keys.

"She's gonna sleep when you're at the car." you whispered, and he nodded, grinning. "I know." he mouthed back, before he said goodbye.

Your daughter waved over his shoulder at you, and you waved back, smiling at her.

_____

The next morning, Tim came with Hailee to pick you up.

Your daughter was excited, jumping into your arms after not having seen you for a couple hours. You hugged her tightly, making her giggle as you tickled her.

Tim smiled, he seemed to be in a good mood.

Not grumpy anymore.

The doctor had dismissed you earlier, right before Tim and Hailee arrived.

When you left the room, walking into the waiting area, you were greeted by two officers. "Sergeant Bradford." one of them greeted him, a man that seemed around his forties.

"Nolan." Tim returned, nodding at him, before he looked at the woman beside him. "Juarez." She nodded in return, greeting him as well, before her gaze landed on you and Hailee, eyes widening.

"Oh, is this your girlfriend?" she asked curiously, but still a little hesitant. Your mouth opened, eyes widening as well.

Why was it so hard for you to respond, suddenly?

Clearing his throat, Tim looked at you, before he looked back at officer Juarez. "No, but she's a friend." he told her. "What are you doing here?"

Officer Nolan seemed hesitant, before he answered Tims question. "We have arrested a robber, but he fell, and we just wanted to make sure, that he's okay, before we bring him in."

Tim nodded, but you were sure there was more behind the story.

He motioned towards the exit, and you nodded. "Was nice to meet you." you told the officers, before you followed Tim out of the hospital and towards his truck.

When you arrived home, you weren't sure how to thank Tim for looking after Hailee, whilst you were at the hospital. Should you invite him for dinner?

Getting out of the truck, you helped Hailee to get out as well. Your head still hurt a little, but it was already better than hours ago, thanks to the painkillers they gave you at the hospital.

"I have a few days off from work, so I can help you with a few things." Tim spoke up, when you and your daughter rounded the truck and came to a stop beside him.

Mouth agape, you looked at him in shock.

"You don't need to do that." you told him, still grateful, but he shook his head. "I want to. Your concussion isn't gone after a day, and you need to rest or otherwise it could get even worse."

Biting your lip, you nodded carefully.

"Thank you, Tim" you gave back. "I really mean it." He smiled slightly, walking towards your front door and you followed him with Hailee by your side.

"You can thank me by getting well."

_____

A few days had gone by, in which Tim had helped you with a few things. He played with Hailee, so you could take a nap or a bath, or would help to cook, so you wouldn't overstrain yourself.

He was different than before.

His grumpiness was all gone, replaced by a person as sweet as the muffins you and Hailee had baked together.

You weren't sure how he got to take these days off from work, but you were grateful for it. One time he was called to the station, because of an emergency that had occurred, but he came straight back afterwards.

You had gotten to learn a few things about him during the days you had spent together, about his past and the things he had seen in his life.

Deciding to make pizza, you made the dough with him helping you, kneading it with his big and strong hands.

Hailee had fallen asleep on the couch, exhausted from playing with him. She only had fallen more for him during the last few days. She really liked him, and so did you, you had to admit.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Tim asked, looking up from the dough.

You knew what he meant, still you had a lump in your throat at the thought of it. Biting your lip, you nodded. He deserved to know, if not for saving you, then for his help during the last couple days.

"I married rather young." you began, licking your lip, as you wiped your hands on a towel. "I was dumb and naive, not having seen the obvious warning signs that came with Robert."

He nodded, as his suspicions about the name you had called him, after you hit your head, were proved true.

"He was abusive." you continued, eyes watering as you bit your lip to stop the tears that threatened to spill. "Even when I was pregnant with Hailee he didn't stop. He took drugs, drank a lot. He used me as his very own punching bag, letting out his anger on me."

You breathed in deeply, leaning against the kitchen counter, as he continued to knead the dough, still listening.

"Half a year ago, he got arrested. He sold drugs, but the cops caught him. When he was finally gone, I made sure to get the divorce through as fast as possible, before we moved here. He'll be in jail for twelve years."

His brows furrowed, as he paused.

"For selling drugs?" he asked, confused. Shaking your head, you swallowed. "Homicide." you breathed, clearing your throat as your eyes filled with tears again. "After he got arrested, they found out that he had killed someone only a few days prior."

He sighed, nodding as it made sense now.

"That's why you flinch, when there's loud noise or when someone gets too close." he concluded, setting the dough aside, wiping his hands clean on a towel.

You nodded, looking away for a split second, before you reminded yourself that you could trust him, looking back up.

"It's something I adapted after all these years with him."

You covered the dough up, so it could rise. It felt good, talking about it with him. Tim cleaned the countertop, before he put the cloth in the sink, drying his hands.

"Now you're safe." he told you, his eyes finding yours. "I promise. I'm gonna protect you and Hailee, as long as you let me." You nodded, cheeks heating up. You already felt safer than you had during the last years, all because of his presence.

“You have some flour on your cheek.” he told you, motioning towards it. You tried to remove it, but he shook his head. “Let me.” he mumbled, his thumb softly brushing over your cheek, removing the flour.

For the first time in years, you didn’t flinch at the contact. 

His thumb rested on your cheek, as his breath fanned over your face, causing your heart to race dangerously fast. Slowly, he leaned closer, your noses brushing as you did the same. 

Your lips softly made contact, his slowly moving against yours. You leaned more in his direction, deepening the kiss. His lips felt perfect, like they had been made to be kissed by yours.

His hands found their way to your hips, tugging you closer, as yours rested on his muscular chest. You knew that it was muscular, because you could feel it through the shirt he wore.

He softly guided your head back with his lips, deepening the kiss even more. His tongue brushed over your lip, asking for entrance.

You gladly granted it.

The kiss was soft, not demanding. His tongue brushed yours, fingers lightly digging into your hips.

Your hands went upwards, one finding his cheek, as the other stopped at his neck.

Only when you almost suffocated, did you break the kiss. It definitely was worth it.

He brushed a few strands of hair out of your face, his gaze finding yours. "What do you say," he started, hand resting on your cheek, sending a warmth through your body, that you hadn't felt in years. "if we go out for dinner?"

You smiled up at him, having a hard time to believe the luck you had. How could someone this perfect be interested in you?

"I'd love to go out for dinner with you, Tim." you told him, causing him to smile as well, before his lips connected with yours again.

It felt like he filled you with energy through his kisses. They caused something inside you to come alive again, only tearing apart as you suddenly heard your daughter behind you.

"Ew, mommy!"

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[emmaleighsworld]

A “Thrill Seeker”

College AU

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter’s spidey senses become more useful in everyday life when he’s best friends with a clumsy classmate.

Contains: fem!reader, fluff

Word Count: 1k

Peter’s spidey sense is great when it comes to helping the people of New York, but sometimes he wishes they would go away when he took the suit off. 

He was always aware of every little thing happening wherever he was. 

Although he did get used to the feeling after a while, his thoughts kept wandering back to why he has to hear every time Flash clicks his pencil for more lead, pushes the lead back into his pencil, and repeats the process about 30 or more times depending on how bored he is in Professor Stanley’s Chemistry class.

Sometimes feeling all those things at once can be a real headache, except for when Peter gets to help you.

You were in the middle of the student union building standing on top of a ladder trying to hang a homecoming banner over twice your size from the second-floor railing above you.

You’d already secured one side of the banner. All you had to do was tie the other side. No big deal. Right?

Not quite, because when you moved the ladder into position you didn’t move it far enough to the left and had a little too much confidence in your ability to stand on top of a ladder. 

You did manage to balance standing on a stool to change the lightbulb in your apartment kitchen on Saturday, despite Peter yelling at you when you told him about it yesterday. Maybe you’re getting better at this balance thing.

So there you were, when Peter walked into the student union, leaning over the side of the ladder. One foot on the top step, both hands holding onto the bottom of the railings, reaching as far as you can to tie the banner.

You tied the string in a knot, finally getting the job done just as Peter saw you pushing off the railing to get back to the ladder.

He knew you were going to fall the moment you started to wobble off the back of the ladder and tried to grab onto the sides of the ladder. He could feel it in his veins.

Without a second thought, he drops his backpack to the side and rushes over to you.

“Crash, wait!” Peter says.

Hearing his worried voice, you turn to face him and you feel yourself begin to fall further.

The next few seconds were a blur until you felt Peter’s arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. You both fell to the floor as he broke your fall.

“Are you okay?” Peter asks, looking you over for any sign of injury.

You turn to look at Peter, a huge smile on your face.

“Oh my god! Peter, you’re a lifesaver!”

“What were you thinking Crash? You could’ve broken an arm or a leg!” Peter says.

You can tell he’s upset, this isn’t the first time he’s saved you from your clumsy self. He even calls you Crash on a regular basis, but you don’t want him to worry about you. He’s got enough on his plate as it is.

“But I didn’t, because you were there to catch me.” You smiled sitting up next to him on the floor.

Peter looks at you exasperated. You could have gotten hurt, but here you are smiling like it’s just another Monday morning.

“I’m glad you’re okay, but why didn’t you just move the ladder a little more?” He asks.

“I thought I could do it, and I did. See?” You say, standing up and showing him your handmade homecoming banner.

“Doesn’t it look good?” You ask.

Peter gets up, grabbing his discarded backpack, taking a good look at your banner. It’s got a funny play on words about your school mascot and homecoming.

“It’s perfect,” Peter says, looking from the banner to you.

You’ve always had a knack for finding the right thing to say. That’s why he encouraged you to apply for your internship at The Daily Bugle to become a journalist.

“Thanks, I helped Betty with it. It’s for her student senate thing, but she had to go to class.”

“And that’s why you ended up hanging this on your own?” Peter asks.

“Yep, but I am glad my superhero was here to save me again,” you say, bumping your shoulder with his.

“You know you don’t have to call me that,” Peter scoffs. 

“But you are!” you say, “You always seem to know when I’m in trouble.”

“I do not,” Peter says defensively.

“You do, and you always know just how to keep me safe,” you argue.

At this point, he’s saved you more times than you can count. 

It’s not like your life ever depended on actually being saved. It was mostly simple fixes that saved you from embarrassment or a few bruises.

Peter had helped you so many times you’d started calling him your personal superhero.

“Don’t be silly,” Peter smiled, “I’m just doing what any friend would do.”

“So you’re saying that any old friend would run all the way back to our apartment complex to get my laptop charger because I was at low battery and needed it for my presentation later that night, and I had to stay because I had another final?”

“Sure,” Peter shrugs casually, “ You wanna get some lunch? I’m sure you worked up an appetite, putting your life in mortal danger and all that jazz.”

You can’t help but laugh at his over-exaggeration.

“You better believe it,” you say, “I thought you knew I was a thrill seeker.”

Peter smiles knowingly at that. He’s fascinated by the way you always find a way to see the positive in any situation, even if you are chronically clumsy.

You’ve turned something seen as a bit of a negative trait into a positive one, and you never fail to give a healthy laugh whenever it comes up.

“Oh, I do Crash,” he says putting his arm around your shoulder, guiding you towards the campus cafeteria.

“Your fearless bravery never fails to amaze me," he says, “Why don’t we test that bravery on those turkey burgers?”

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[bro-atz]

work trips don't have to be boring

in which: you are on a business trip and get to know san really well

pair: san/afab!reader

word count: 4k

content: smut, corporate!au, hotel sex, completely consensual!

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Here’s the thing about going on a work trip: you think it’s going to be amazing since you get to stay in a fancy hotel and experience luxury, but the truth is that you’re there to work. There is no lounging by the hotel pool, no excursions to visit local markets, no opportunities to explore the city, nothing. Only work.

The second you arrived at the hotel, you immediately got to work. You barely had time to dump your luggage in your room before shuffling downstairs to Conference Room A, which was already filled with people from the different locations of your company. You quickly managed to find a seat in between two rakishly good looking guys and glued your eyes to the presenter, who was another good looking guy.

“Welcome all! My name is Kim Hongjoong, and I will be talking to you all about several new products that the company plans on rolling out in the next several months,” the man, Hongjoong, introduced himself and immediately started his presentation.

The presentation was informative, but you couldn’t help but feel a little sleepy. After all, you had to take a red-eye out to the city, and it was only a two hour flight, which meant that you barely got time to sleep on the plane. What’s worse was that you didn’t even have the time to get coffee. As you sat in your seat and slowly felt yourself nodding off, you felt someone poke your thigh. You looked to your side to see the good looking man to your right holding out a piece of candy of some sort. You eyed him then the candy as he willed you to take it. You held out your hand, and he placed the candy in your hand gently, the label of the candy facing up and telling you that it was a coffee candy— caffeinated.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him.

“Anytime.”

You popped the candy into your mouth and turned your attention back to Hongjoong, the candy keeping you awake all the way through the end of the meeting. As he walked back and forth and in between the circle of tables, you followed his movement, only for your eyes to land on someone across the circle. He had broad shoulders and sharp eyes, which you only saw when he took off his glasses. You felt your heart flutter as you watched him run his fingers through his hair. The man simply did not seem real— he was too beautiful to be real, at least that’s what you convinced yourself. You had to tear your eyes away from him to focus on the presentation. You were there to work, after all, not ogle.

After the meeting ended, you mingled with the other employees in the room. Apparently, the CEO only invited one upper management representative from each location, so you were meeting a bunch of new people. The guy next to you, the one that gave you the coffee candy, introduced himself as Jeong Yunho.

“Thank you again for the candy. That really helped,” you thanked him profusely.

“No worries! I actually almost fell asleep during one of these meetings before, and the candy really saved my ass. I carry it on me all the time,” Yunho chuckled.

As you and Yunho conversed, the guy who sat on the other side of you joined in on your conversation.

“Oh, this is Park Seonghwa. He works in the location in this city,” Yunho introduced the other man to you.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Seonghwa shook your hand, his soft hand tickling you slightly, raising a slight blush to your cheeks.

“So, how long have you been working with the company? I haven’t seen you here before,” Yunho asked you.

“Uh, I’ve been with the company for almost five years now, but I just got into this higher position,” you explained.

“Wow, you worked your way up the ladder, then?” Seonghwa was shocked.

“Yep. I was part time in college, then became full time after.”

“That’s some serious dedication,” Yunho acknowledged.

There was a brief silence before Seonghwa realized something and said, “Hey, wait. You should join us tonight.”

“Us?”

“Well, me, Yunho, Hongjoong, and a couple other guys from the different locations.”

“Yeah, we have this ritual of going to the hotel pool the first night and unwinding before the rest of the week kicks our asses,” Yunho added.

“Sounds like fun! I’m in.”

Luckily, you had the mind to pack your swimsuit before leaving for your work trip. You kind of assumed that you wouldn’t have the time to enjoy yourself on this trip, but you packed it just in case, and that gamble definitely paid off. So, after dinner, you put on your swimsuit and wore the cover up that came with the set before making your way down to the pool.

You weren’t expecting the little get together being a total sausage fest, so when you arrived to see only men, you couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious in the sexy swimwear set you were wearing. The second you spotted Yunho and Seonghwa, though, you felt a little better. You immediately approached them and greeted them.

“Wow, you look nice,” Seonghwa complimented with a smile.

“Thanks, but why didn’t you tell me that I would be the only woman?”

“Huh, I guess it slipped my mind, but don’t worry! I promise you that you’ll fit right in,” Yunho tried to assure you.

You, Seonghwa, and Yunho all sat at the edge of the pool next to a man who introduced himself as Jongho, and the four of you dipped your legs into the cold water as you watched Hongjoong frolic in the water with four other men.

“Hey,” you whispered to Seonghwa. “Who are the other four guys?”

“Let’s see… Well, the insanely tall one is Mingi. He’s a manager at the branch in the neighboring city. The one who won’t stop screaming is Wooyoung. He’s the most recent transfer to the company. Yeosang, the one that Wooyoung keeps dunking in the water, is the guy who got Wooyoung into the company in the first place.”

“And the guy with the broad shoulders?”

“That’s San. He’s the MVP of the company. His branch is the most successful.”

Seonghwa continued to explain each of their roles, but you tuned him out. You couldn’t help but stare at the guy with the broad shoulders— San. He, along with Yeosang and Wooyoung, were splashing water everywhere, and out of everyone in the pool, he seemed to be the one sparkling the most. You couldn’t help but swoon upon seeing his cheerful face, his cute dimples accentuating the sharp features on his face. You didn’t want to stare, but it just seemed too impossible to stop.

A dark, lusty feeling stirred within you as he got out of the pool, the rest of his chiseled torso bright as day. What’s worse was that he decided to get out of the pool right next to you, so you had an extra clear shot of everything including the drops of pool water shimmering on his lightly tanned skin. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off before his eyes locked on you.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you here before,” San said to you as he took a seat right next to you.

“Oh, yeah. This is my first conference,” you cleared your throat, hoping that your voice wouldn’t crack on you— that’s how nervous you were sitting next to this ethereal being.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Choi San,” he said as he held his hand out.

You shook his hand and introduced yourself to him, a beautiful smile appearing on his face as he heard your name.

“That’s a beautiful name. It suits you.”

“Thanks…” you mumbled shyly.

You kept your gaze down— you couldn’t maintain your eye contact with him. His eyes were so intense that you felt like it would melt you. You instantly regretted keeping your head down because you ended up seeing his waist and immediately noticed that he was definitely packing. You pursed your lips to keep it together, but the lust only intensified. You couldn’t help but think about what it would be like for him to abuse you with whatever he was hiding in his swim trunks, and the thought of him hovering above you with his intense gaze and a smirk on his face made your toes tingle.

"So, what did you think about the products?” San asked, snapping you out of your daydream of stripping him down and ravishing him.

“Oh, uh, they seem promising,” you managed to answer.

“I just hope that the marketing team does a better job in promotions. The last product could have been so much more successful.”

“Yeah…”

San kept talking about work, but you couldn’t engage in the conversation properly. You were trying your best to return to normalcy, and luckily, you were able to when Seonghwa entered the conversation.

“Don’t let Hongjoong catch you saying those things, San. You remember how he completely blew up on the last guy,” Seonghwa warned.

“Fuck, you’re right. I’ll stop.”

Hearing profanities leave San’s mouth undid any progress you made on controlling your limbic system, and when San leaned over to you whisper something into Seonghwa’s ear, you felt your insides scramble. It took everything in you to keep from grabbing San’s beautiful face and kissing him intensely.

“Want to go for a swim?” San placed a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of yet another trance.

“S-sure…”

San got up and walked away from the big pool, causing you to scramble to get up and follow him. The other men were hanging out by the deep end while you and San were at the shallow end. San hopped into the pool and held his hand out for you to take as you draped your swimsuit cover on one of the nearby chairs. The second your fingers touched his palm, he grabbed you and pulled you into the pool quickly, water flying everywhere as he caught you before your face could hit the water.

“Dude!” You gasped as you pushed yourself away from his embrace. “Were you trying to drown me?”

“Maybe,” he responded with a smirk.

“Why?!”

“Because then I’d get to perform CPR on you.”

You felt your face get extremely hot. You pushed yourself a little further away from him, but his strong arms kept you from leaving and brought you closer to his chest.

“You think I didn’t notice the way you were looking at me earlier?” San asked, his low voice ringing in your ear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” you breathed out.

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You tried to turn your head away, but San wasn’t having it. He held your chin between his fingers and brought your lips to his. His lips were soft, supple. His lips enveloped your lower lip and sucked lightly, causing shivers to run down your spine. His fingers traced the small of your back, your back arching at his touch, pushing you further into him. Your hands, which were once resting on his shoulders, were now planted in the roots of the hair on the back of his head, the other hand resting on his chest.

Suddenly, you realized that you and San were not alone. You broke off the chain of kisses and said, “Wait, but what about—“

You cut yourself off as you realized that the other seven men were nowhere to be found. “What?” San asked.

“Where did they go?”

“I told them to buzz off.”

“When?”

“When I whispered in Seonghwa’s ear. You know, I leaned over you to tell him something,” San’s voice got quieter as he leaned back into you, his nose grazing your jawline.

You couldn’t help but stifle a moan as San’s lips proceeded to trail light kisses down your neck to your collarbone. His hands, which were once wrapped around your waist, moved down slowly, his hands now resting on your ass. The movement of the water stimulated you even more as San started walking you to the edge of the pool. A deep exhale left his body after sharing an extremely passionate kiss with you. He leaned back, and the two of you stared at each other. You could hear blood rushing to your ears as he brushed your wet hair away from your face. His touch was feathery soft, and you just wanted to feel that touch on every single part of your body.

“Why don’t we take this elsewhere? I’m sure you would much rather like to continue in a place that has no cameras,” San said in a quiet voice.

Hyperaware of the fact that you and this man that you just met were being extremely intimate in such a public place, you nodded and got out of the pool with San. Within minutes, the two of you made it to your hotel room, your fingers fumbling with the room key before entering.

You entered the room first, San closing the door behind him. Although your swimsuit was still fairly wet, you sat on the bed anyway. You turned on the light to the bedside lamp as San turned off the bright room lights, setting the mood. You looked at him approaching the bed slowly, only to realize that San grabbed your cover up and set it on one of the chairs in the room.

“Oh, thank you. I forgot about that,” you told him.

“Anytime.”

San sat on the bed next to you, his hand resting behind you on the bed as he leaned closer to you. His other hand slid the strap of your bikini off your shoulder, his lips making contact with your newly exposed skin. You inhaled sharply as he grabbed your waist. His lips trailed up your neck and to your lips. His hand that was resting on the bed went to the band of your bikini, his fingers slipping under. Despite the bikini being tight and soaking wet, San was able to quickly get you out of your top. Your breasts glistened in the dim lights of the hotel room. He leaned his body weight onto you, pinning you to the bed as his lips continued to ravish yours. He firmly kneaded one of your breasts, his other hand slipping your bottoms off.

Your entire body flushed as he rubbed his fingers over your sweet spot. He released your lips to say cockily, “I can’t tell if you’re wet because of me or the pool.”

“Shut up,” you bit out before pulling him back in to kiss him as if your life depended on it.

A sudden moan left your body as you felt his thick fingers rush into you. He was being a little rough, but you loved it— you were here for it. His lips released yours, allowing you to let out breathy moans as his fingers continued entering and exiting you quickly and powerfully. San refused to let up, and soon, you felt yourself arriving at your climax, your entire body shuddering as you let the wave of ecstasy take over you.

“Don’t lose steam on me, yet. We still have ways to go,” San told you as he noticed you breathing heavily and leaning away.

He quickly removed his swim trunks before grabbing your shins and pushing himself in between your legs. You noticed earlier that he was packing, but you didn’t realize that what he was packing wasn’t just big and thick, but bigger and thicker than you were imagining.

“W-wait, what— Ah!”

Before you could prepare yourself or get San to wait like you asked, he pushed into you slowly. You felt like your insides were getting ripped apart the further he went inside you. His dick throbbed within you, and you felt like it got bigger when you bit your lower lip to keep from crying out.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” San groaned, his dick still sliding into you.

“You’re just fucking huge,” you shot back, earning a slight chuckle from him.

“Should I stop, then?”

“Fuck no.”

San smirked, then nodded. He leaned forward and left you with another mind-numbing, amazing kiss. His hands supported your thighs and pushed your knees up, letting him go even further into you. You could barely keep your teary eyes open as you felt San finally filling you up completely. You couldn’t help but gasp when he moved out slowly, the feeling driving you insane. San grunted as he took it slow while you moaned with every slight movement of his. Your cries of pleasure only got louder as he gradually quickened his pace. You flung your head back and grabbed onto the sheets beneath you as the entire bed squeaked with every powerful thrust of his. His hands held onto your waist and pulled you closer to him as his hips slapped against yours.

“Oh, God!” You cried as San lifted your back slightly, hitting you at a new, more pleasurable angle.

“Yeah, baby, you like that?” San asked, the creaking of the bed nearly drowning out his words.

You nodded and whimpered. His wet hair shielded his eyes as he sped up, his breathing getting faster. You could see his jaw tense, which, for some reason, did it for you. You felt yourself about to cum again, and it was only when San suddenly pulled out that you felt that wave of pleasure overcome you once again. The two of you moaned loudly as San finished on your breasts.

“Oh… My Fucking God… San…” you breathed out as he collapsed on the bed next to you. “That was amazing.”

“It really was…” San agreed.

You felt his arms wrap around you, his nose press into the nook of your neck, and his crotch press against your ass. You shifted slightly in his arms, trying to get a little more comfortable in his embrace. As you moved, though, your ass rubbed against his dick, and you felt him go hard once again.

“You should take responsibility for what you’ve done,” San whispered in your ear, causing a rush of heat to run through your body once again.

For the remainder of the work trip, you and San kept bumping into each other at every single conference, and the two of you couldn’t help but silently flirt every time you ran into each other. Sometimes he would brush his hand against the small of your back, sometimes you would link pinkies with him, but every night for that week, the two of you would end up in either his room or your room for a night of insatiable lust.

The work trip ended on Friday, but you and San extended your stay at the hotel for another two nights. You were already planning on staying the weekend so you could explore the city, but San didn’t allow you to do that (not that you had a problem with it).

“Suck,” he ordered.

You were kneeling on his bed, and he was standing before you completely naked. You held your hair up, only for San to take over for you. He held your hair by the roots and lifted your hair out of the way as you slowly took him into your mouth. San groaned sensually. You felt his hand start to push you further into him, his dick nearly hitting the back of your throat. The corners of your mouth stung  as you moved along his length. As your pace quickened, you heard his breathing hitch.

“You feel so fucking good,” San groaned.

After a couple more thrusts, San let go of your hair and held your jaw with his hand, pushing you away from him. He came on your face with a loud sigh of relief, covering you in his white, sticky cum. You wiped some off your nose and licked your fingers. San watched you, his face flushing pink. As you grabbed a napkin to clean the rest of your face, San got to work on your blouse. He sucked painfully hard on your neck as he unbuttoned your blouse quickly. You tugged your shirt off after he completely exposed your torso, and he took your bra off. He sucked on your nipples, his teeth lightly biting down and tugging your nipples upwards. You gasped as you felt his hand squeeze your other breast. A whimper escaped your lips when he pulled himself away from you. Without a moment to lose, he slipped your skirt off of you, allowing you to remove your panties. As soon as you both were stark naked, San knelt on the bed, but before he could pin you down, you pulled him down so that you were above him.

“How sexy of you,” San commented.

“Shut up,” you shot right back before sticking your tongue down his throat.

San pushed himself up slightly so that his back was resting against the headboard. He positioned his dick as you rubbed your clit against the tip. You felt his dick quiver against your touch, and you could feel him impatiently waiting to enter you. You released his lips and leaned back, placing him right at your entrance before sitting slowly. You could hear mutter profanities under his breath as you went down slowly. You still were not used to the girth of his dick as you lowered yourself onto him, a long moan leaving your lungs.

Holding your waist tightly, San assisted. He pushed your waist down as he thrusted his hips up, creating loud slaps that echoed throughout the room. Your yelps also echoed in the room as he brought you down with such great force that you felt like he could pierce right through you. You felt him even more when he pushed himself up completely. He sat on his knees and continued thrusting into you without letting his pace up. His dick seemed to be getting bigger with every thrust, and you felt like he was going to split you open.

You only had a slight moment of relief when he pinned you on the bed, but his thrusts slowed down and got more powerful, your entire body lurching with his force.

“I’m going to cum!” You cried out as you flung your head back into the bed.

"Fuck, me too.” San added through gritted teeth.

With one final thrust, the two of you came together.  San pulled out and leaned away from you, but you didn’t want him to be so far away. You reached for his arm and pulled him back down, your other hand caressing his face. His sweet lips pressed against yours as you shared a lovely passionate kiss. You liked how his hand familiarly wrapped around you and held you close despite how sweaty and hot the two of you were. He ran his fingers through your hair and kissed you over and over again, a little giggle leaving your lips in between each kiss.

You pulled away from him and sat up, San remaining on the bed with his back pressed into the duvet.

“Again?”

“I don’t see why not. We don’t have to check out for another couple hours.”

After the two of you checked out from the hotel, you stood outside the entrance and talked quietly for a bit.

“Do you have to take a flight out?” San asked you.

“Yeah. What about you?”

“I’m driving. It’s only a three hour drive.”

“Oh…”

You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. San must’ve noticed the look on your face since he grabbed your hand, willing you to look up at him. “I can drive you to the airport, if you’d like.”

“That’d be nice. Thank you.”

You got to know each other in the car ride to the airport. You found out that he has an older sister, and that he comes from a happy family. You learned that he learned martial arts growing up, that he loves to read and watch shows, and that he would do anything for chocolate. He told you stories about what it’s like at his branch, and you shared stories about yours. Unfortunately, the ride to the airport was short, and you only had so much time to get out of his car and head inside.

“I had a lovely time,” you told him.

“As did I.”

A brief silence settled between the two of you before he said softly, “I would love to see you again.”

“Same…”

He pulled out his wallet and took a little white card out. He handed the card to you and said, “Come visit my branch one of these days, okay?”

Holding the card to your chest, you nodded. He stretched his arms out, willing you to hug him. You couldn’t help but breathe in his sweet scent as you buried your face in his chest. You didn’t want the hug to end, but the officers on duty were starting to yell at the two of you. Reluctantly, you left his hug and waved goodbye before heading into the airport.

As you strolled your luggage to the ticketing counter, you looked at his card. His business card was so beautiful, just like him. You flipped the card over and saw that he had handwritten something with a blue pen— his personal phone number and a little message.

Lets hook up again soon, okay babe? ;)

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[sunshinesdaydream]

Hello there! I have a request from your Clones Ice Cream page :) Can it please be with Kix and he helps the reader after they fall (reader is clumsy) with the blushing prompt?

Thank you for the ask! I had to take some inspiration from my own situation with being clumsy though.

And thanks to everyone so far for the asks sent in! I'm looking forward to everyone of them.

Hope you enjoy this!

Falling for You

Pairing: Kix x Reader Event: Sunshine's Follower Milestone Graphic dividers and Event graphics: by myself @sunshinesdaydream Rating: SFW WARNINGS: Mentioned spatial awareness deficiency, is referred to as clumsiness. Word count: 487

You had been seen to by the medics many times. The GAR frowned on even basic bacta bandages without “medical supervision”. So the scrapes you usually would have attended to on your own with a cleaning, ointment, and bandage became a trip to the medbay full of medics and Jedi Service Corp healers.

Being a mechanic with poor spatial awareness was one thing when you overstepped a rung on a loading ladder and simply went home that night, took some pain meds for your bruised “ego” and went on with life. Now it would call for a scan to make sure you hadn’t fractured your tailbone and one of the medic troopers fussing over you.  It didn’t matter who was there, you were always approached by the same trooper. Kix. 

Kix, probably the prettiest trooper in the GAR, the 501st for sure. He was kind and witty and you could probably go on all day about him. You absolutely did not want him to know exactly how clumsy you were. 

So far you had been able to play off every injury as something that happened while you worked. Cuts and scrapes were easily explained as typical to a mechanic’s day. 

“And how did you manage to get this?” He asked as he sprayed an antibiotic on your scraped knuckles. It was an odd time, he was alone in the med bay when you had arrived with your hand wrapped in a clean shop towel. 

The lie came easily as you focused on breathing and staying calm as he held your hand gently.  “Busted them on an engine compartment,” not that you had busted them when you had stumbled into a bulkhead with your hands full. 

“Hmmm” he hums, smoothing healing gel into your injuries.  He wraps your hand in a bandage. “Try to be more careful,” he said. You nod, inwardly cringing, as you stand up to leave. 

Then the inevitable happens. You make it all of four steps and your foot catches on a cart you had accidentally veered towards. You expected to hit the floor, but you didn’t.  Kix catches you before you hit, pulling you upright with his arms wrapped around you. 

“So what would have been this time? Malfunctioning hatch?” Kix teases. 

“I…” you were at a loss for words. 

“It’s cute when you blush,” he continues, still holding you in his arms. 

“I’m not blushing!” You insist even as your cheeks blaze. 

“Yes you are!” He says with a low chuckle. But his expression fell, “Will you tell me now what really happened? I don’t like to see you hurt,”

“I tripped into a bulkhead while I was carrying engine parts,” you answer quietly, your cheeks still on fire. 

With a warm smile he gently kisses  your forehead. “There, that wasn’t so bad. Was it?” He asks. “Will you let me walk with you to the mess and have dinner with you?”  

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[eds6ngel]

okay I might send a few ideas for I kissed the teacher spin-offs bc I feel like I have a lot haha, but you don’t have to do any of them! so first idea: what if steve gets hurt accidentally and has to go to the hospital, so reader has to pick up alena, and they give her a hard time at pickup and then when they get to the hospital, they won’t let her in bc she’s not related or his wife. then after this happens, steve starts to think a lot more seriously about asking reader to marry him (but he’s definitely been thinking about it before) but just some good old angst and fluff pls! love your writing so much!

of course i'm doing this one!! i've loved your requests so far :)) and thank you so much for the compliment angel ♡

warnings: dad!steve. mom!reader. fem!reader. 90s!au. food mentions. steve breaks his ankle. judgement over having kids outside marriage. judgement over alena calling reader 'mom.' mentions of hospitals. pet names. kissing. mentions of marriage. fluff. comfort. teensy bit of angst. also, alena becomes protective over her mom!! [3.2k].

full 'when i kissed the teacher' masterlist.

You were currently enjoying your lunch break, catching up with the other staff as you chowed down into your poorly-made sandwich that you threw together at 7am that morning.

“I’m telling you Amelie, that kid makes me ache—” However, your conversation is interrupted by one of the front desk staff lightly tapping at the door, poking her head from around the corner.

“Sorry to disturb you guys, but Y/N, your boyfriend is on the phone asking for you.”

You gently place your sandwich down in its tin-foil wrapper, putting your hand over your mouth as you quickly chew the rest of the remaining food. “Of course lovely, give me two seconds. Amelie, just watch that for me a second?” you ask, pointing to the half-eaten chicken salad sandwich on the table, with a small nod from her.

“Great, thank you,” you say, following the front desk lady to her office, the phone currently on hold as she ventured down the hallways of Ernie Pyle to find you. She presses a button, turning off hold and passing the phone over to you. You press the speaker to your ear, calling out, “Steve?”

“Hey, honey. Yeah, you finish at three, right?”

“Yeah, same time everyday. Why, is everything okay?” you ask.

“Um… not really. Look don’t be mad at me…” Not a great start to a sentence. “But, I kind of broke my ankle, and I’m currently sat in a hospital bed at Hawkins General.”

You gasp, “Oh my God babe, how did you manage that?”

“Well, I was stocking some shelves, and I had to use a ladder. Some woman wasn’t looking where she was going and collided with the ladder. I lost my balance and fell onto the tiles. Fucking hurt like hell.”

“Jesus,” you hiss, imagining the scenario and somehow sensing the pain in your own body, almost as if a form of empathy. “How are you feeling, baby? Is it still painful now?”

“It’s better, but still hurts. It’s sort of more of a throbbing pain now. But, babe… I do have a request.”

“Of course honey, anything you need,” you reply, the worry starting to settle as a pit in your stomach.

“Could you pick up Alena for me? Robin’s at work later today, so she can’t collect her.”

“Yeah, sure! I’ll get Leanna to keep tabs on parental pick-up. I may be a little late, but I should get there before 3:30.”

“Thank you babe. Thanks so much.”

“Of course, baby,” you smile to yourself, “You want Alena and I to come visit you after I collect her? I’m sure she’ll want to see you as much as I do.”

“I would love that. I think opening hours are until six, so you guys should have time.”

“Mhmm,” you hum down the line, “Got it. Right babe, I would love to talk to you for longer, but I have to free up the line for other people.” You giggle, “So, I’ll see you later on? I would say around 3:45-ish?”

“3:45. Great. See you later, honey. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you softly say, “Hope you feel better soon.”

You drop the receiver, the front desk lady (also known as Sarah) looking at you with a raised eyebrow, intrigued into what was so important that your boyfriend had to disturb you during work hours.

You shake your head, rubbing your hands over your face and sighing, “Idiot broke his ankle. Needs me to pick his daughter up from school.”

She chuckles along with you, arms crossed over her chest, “Men, huh?”

“Yeah, men,” you shake your head once more, before heading back down the longing halls to the staff room, thanking Leanna as you collapse on the chair, chomping into your sandwich.

“So… what did Mr. Lovebird so desperately want?” she asks with a wiggle of her eyebrows, a smirk plastered across her face.

You let out a deep breath. You were going to be telling this story all day.

You arrived at Hawkins Elementary at 3:25, pressing the button on your car keys and entering the gates to the third grade classroom.

Many students were being sent out to their parents, you patiently waiting your turn, Alena smiling and waving to you from her seat inside, to which you reply with a wiggle of your fingers.

However, after a short while, all of the parents had seemed to have collected their children, both you and Alena sharing a confused glance through the clear glass window as she remained in her seat. You were standing right there, why wouldn’t her teacher send her out?

You could see her having a conversation with her teacher, the woman rolling her eyes as she opens the door, sharply asking you, “What do you want?”

You kept your cool, no matter how hard you felt like snapping back at her, “Hi, I’m here to pick up Alena.”

“You’re not on the list,” she simply states.

“Um… actually, I recently got added as an emergency contact for Alena, so I assumed it was okay for me to collect her.”

“I don’t care. I was not informed.”

You scorn, knowing that you were legally allowed to collect Alena. This specific teacher worked here when you did, the obvious tone being a pre-judged stereotype of your reputation.

“Why can’t I go with mom?” Alena asks sweetly, an undertone of sadness laced in her voice as her teacher blocks her from you.

You can see her roll her eyes as she turns back to Alena sneering, “She’s not your mom. She’s not even your step-mom. She’s merely a woman in your life.”

That made you snap. There was no way you would let her talk to your daughter like that. “How dare you! She can decide whether she calls me mom or not. You have no idea of our personal life and have no right to dictate that for her. Now, if you won’t let me collect my daughter, her dad is at Hawkins General because he’s broken his ankle. So, how about you call there and ask for permission from him.”

She shakes her head, scoffing, “Fine. Mr. Landbury, keep an eye on Alena for a minute, I’m going to call her father.”

The teaching assistant present was not a face you seemed to recognise, no sense of familiarity flooding your body. And by the lack of shrewdness, he too was confused by the situation at hand.

As the teacher powers out of the room, presumingly heading to the front desk, he tilts his head to the side, pointing to you, “Why can’t you collect her?”

You sigh, “You weren’t here when I worked here, were you?”

“No, I started this year.”

You lean your arm against the doorframe, “Basically, I had a thing for Alena’s dad whilst he was here, and I got fired because of it. So, now nobody here likes me.”

“Oh,” he breathes out, “But, she called you mom. Seems like it’s going perfectly well.”

You smile, “Yeah, two years this July.”

“Well, congratulations,” he replies, you quickly thanking him as her teacher returns, a sense of displeasure displayed on her features. “He said it’s fine. She can go with you.”

“Yes!” Alena cheers, jumping up from her seat and running over to you, hugging tightly onto your shirt. You could practically feel the teacher‘s resentment towards you in your own veins. Yet, you plastered a sarcastic smile on your face, burying your feelings of irritation, “Thank you.”

She simply grunts in return, waving her hand down as she turns away from the two of you. You wrap Alena’s smaller hand in yours, her skipping back to your car. As she climbs into the car seat you had placed in the front before you began your journey, you close your driver’s side door.

“What did you say happened to daddy?” she asks you.

You turn on the ignition, pulling out of the school parking lot and onto the main road, “He broke his ankle sweetpea. He was climbing a ladder at work and fell down.”

“Ow,” she hisses, almost sensing his pain, just like you had a few hours prior, “Can we go and see him at the hospital?”

“We are on the same train of thought baby, as that’s where I was about to head.”

“Yay!” she cheers, arms held up high above her head in celebration, “Will he have a cast?”

“I think he will bubs.”

She gasps, “Does that mean I get to draw on it? Because Tommy had a cast the other week as he broke his arm, and I got to draw pretty flowers on it. He wasn’t very happy about it though.”

“Well, that’s not very good, is it?” you reply, “I’m sure daddy will let you draw as many pretty flowers on it as you want.”

“I hope so too! As Tommy was really annoyed by it…”

And for the rest of your car trip to Hawkins General, Alena re-counted her entire story of drawing on her friend Tommy’s cast. She was at the perfect age where her mouth would start running and never stop. Not that you minded of course, it was very endearing. But, she sure could make a boring topic into a four-hour-long detailed presentation.

Hand in hand, you and Alena stroll to the front desk of the hospital, politely asking, “Hi. I’m looking for Steve Harrington. He came in here today with a broken ankle.”

“Name?”

“Y/N L/N, little nugget here is Alena Harrington.”

“So, you aren’t his wife?” she asks in a monotone voice, chewing loudly on her gum.

“Um… No, I’m not. But, I’m his girlfriend.”

The woman sighs, taking her glasses off the bridge of her nose and leaning back in her chair, “You can’t go in unless you are a relation. The kid can go in, someone can take her, but you can’t.”

You blink rapidly, “But, I just told you, I’m his girlfriend. Sure, we’re not married yet, but that’s my love you’re talking about.”

“I can’t let you in,” she states again, staring you in the eyes, “The kid goes and you stay, or you both stay. End of discussion.”

“No,” you put your foot down, “Not end of discussion. I shouldn’t have to be bound in by the law to see the love of my life. He’s hurt, he’s injured. I want to see how he is doing and whether he is okay.”

“Miss, if you continue raising your voice at me, I will get my colleagues to escort you out, do you understand?”

You sigh, realising there’s no way to get through to this woman. You would normally say she’s just following the required rules for her job, but from her attitude, it seems as if she was agreeing with the nonsensical attitude that love is only proved by two rings and a piece of paper.

However, the sound of a small foot hitting the floor and a huff shocks you to your core, “Let mommy see daddy!”

“Kid,” the woman leans over the desk, “Your mom, or mother-like figure I would call her, can’t go with you as her and your dad aren’t married. I can happily ask someone to take you up to see him, but she can’t go with you.”

You let your eyes naturally roll to the back of your head. People in Indiana were so judgemental. If Alena wants to call you mom, they should accept that. It’s your life, and you should be able to live by your rules, not bound by the critics of the outside world of strangers.

“Let her go!” Alena screams, the woman standing up and replying, “Right, I’m escorting you two out. You are causing too much noise for our patients around here.”

Growling out in frustration, refraining yourself from pulling your own hair out, you lift Alena up into your arms, “Come on baby, let’s go and sit in the car.”

You may have not been allowed in the building, but the parking lot was still an option. And you would stay there until six o’clock if it meant you got the chance to see Steve.

Steve’s sitting uncomfortably in his hospital bed, the bedsheets scratching at his back, his neck a little too low down for his liking, and the cast wrapped around his foot and lower leg itching away at his skin. He keeps checking the watch on his right wrist, practically counting down the minutes until you arrived. However, once the clock strikes 4:30, he starts to become worried, wondering where the two of you had gone. There was only an hour and a half left of visiting time, he was positive you wouldn’t deliberately miss it.

A nurse wanders past his bed, him squeaking out an “Excuse me,” alerting her from where she was scribbling away at her clipboard. “My girlfriend and daughter were meant to come to visit me around half an hour ago. Is there any chance I could use the phone to see where they are?”

“Oh, Mr. Harrington,” she rolls her eyes, knowing exactly which members of the public he was referring to, “Your girlfriend and daughter had to be escorted out of our building forty-five minutes ago for verbally harassing our front desk staff.”

“I’m sorry, what? Why?” He knew that wasn’t like you. Sure, you had more progressive opinions than most in the conservative town of Hawkins, but you’d never dare verbally harass someone.

“She was arguing in quite a rude manner about how she deserves to come up here purely for the fact she loves you, despite our rules clearly stating we only allow visitors on a relation-only policy. Also, on top of that, your daughter further escalated the situation by yelling at our front desk staff. We will not tolerate that kind of abuse in our building, Mr. Harrington.”

“Well, it is a bullshit policy,” he mumbles to himself, taking a sip of his well-brewed coffee a kind lady brought to him around ten minutes ago, a lot nicer than the current nurse he was dealing with. However, the nurse heard his remark, not that he was entirely bothered by it.

“Excuse me! What did you just say, Mr. Harrington?”

“I said: it’s a bullshit policy,” he firmly states, “She’s my girlfriend, I love her. I shouldn’t have to marry her for you to let her see me. Some people’s spouses in here probably don’t even love their husband or wife, at least my girlfriend actually cares enough to come and see me. I know for a fact Mrs. Black over there has a husband and he hasn’t been here all day.” He takes a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he relishes in everything he just blurted out. Maybe he was a little too harsh, and it seemed like the nurse completely agreed, a lot more so than him.

She sharply replies, “Mr. Harrington, you should be grateful we are even letting you recover here. I will not have you verbally attacking other patients for your own personal superiority. It’s not my fault you had a child out of wedlock.”

That was the final straw for him. He would not stand a stranger insulting his daughter. Not in a million years. He immediately lifts himself up off of the bed, grabbing the crutches that had been balanced by the side, and beginning to trudge out of his secluded space. “Mr. Harrington, you sit back down!”

He turns back, looking the nurse dead in the eyes, “If you’re going to insult my family like that, I don’t want your help at this hospital.”

And with that, he was hobbling his way to the elevator, pushing the button to take him to the first floor.

As Steve exited the building, followed by the constant yells of hospital staff, he turned to the left, about to head over to the nearest phone booth when the sound of the word, “Daddy!” caught his attention. He looks over into the distance, Alena hanging out of the passenger side window and waving to him. He can see you pull her back down into her seat, the car suddenly moving towards him. His girls were still waiting for him.

You quickly unbuckled your seatbelt, jumping out of the car and aiding to your boyfriend, “Oh my God, what are you doing out here? I thought you were supposed to stay overnight?”

Steve hisses as he lifts himself into the backseat, you grabbing his crutches so you can place them by Alena’s feet in the front. “Well, a lovely nurse decided to input her take on Alena apparently being born out of wedlock and also accused you two of verbally harassing people. I know what you are like, and you would never do that in a million years. So, I left.”

You laugh to yourself, shocked to the way that the staff exaggerated your actions, “They refused to let me up there because I wasn’t your wife. What bullsh— trash! What trash! I shouldn’t need that to care for you, our love should be enough.”

“Thank you!” he exclaims, “That’s what I said to the nurse!”

You pass the crutches forward to Alena, the metal rods looking massive compared to her small body, “Baby, can you just put them on the floor underneath you, please?”

“Yes, mommy,” she replies sweetly, dropping them down below her. “Mom, they don’t fit properly.”

You look over, the crutches too long to fit in the small gap between the door and the center console, “Just leave them balanced like that honey, it’ll be okay.”

“Okay!”

After Steve reaches over to protect himself with the seatbelt, you cup his face, changing your tone to a more serious nature, “How are you doing, my love?”

He sighs, “My back hurts, but they said there’s no injuries there, just strain. The cast is extremely itchy, I’m not gonna lie, but it’s okay.” He puts his left hand over your right, stroking the back of it, “I’m okay. I promise.”

You smile, whispering out, “Okay,” before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. You part from him, placing one more tender kiss to his forehead before shutting the back door, climbing into the driver’s seat.

Before turning on the ignition, you reach back, grabbing his hand and softly saying, “I love you.”

Alena then copies you, whipping her head back and cheesing, “Love you, daddy!”

He smiles, trying not to let tears slip from his eyes, grabbing hold of Alena’s hand and bringing yours and hers together, placing a soft kiss directly in the middle of both, “I love you too, my beautiful girls.”

And it was in that moment, he was sure. The thought had been lingering at the back of his mind for a while. You had moved in with them a couple months ago, fitting into their daily routine. Being there to have breakfast with them in the mornings, being there to cook dinner together, being there to wish Alena goodnight and fall asleep in his arms. It all felt so… natural. As if you belonged as a permanent addition to their household, to their lives.

It wasn’t a question of thought anymore. It was a need. He needed to buy a ring. He needed to plan a proposal. Because he no longer wanted you as his girlfriend anymore, he wanted you as his wife.

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[tarttheart]

PRECIOUS LOVE: CHAPTER 1 - JAMIE TARTT x YOU

summary: you finally tell someone.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: language, mention of pregnancy loss

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chapter 1: my own worst enemy

It was a cold, wet spring morning in March. It was the annual day of grieving. You always took the day off work to give yourself time to sit at home and wallow. Thankfully, it fell on a weekend this year so you were free to be miserable all in your lonesome.

Or, at least you had planned to until the EPL fixtures messed up your plans.

Man City was coming down to London for a match. De Bryune was not playing. God forbid, not with his injury but he was more than happy to be around to provide some moral support. However, given he did not actually have a game to play, he found a nice gap in his schedule to catch up.

When he first told you, your mouth went instantly dry. He had been so excited, there was no way you could sour his mood by declining the invitation to hang out. But, you also knew your gig was up. You had managed to keep a somewhat neutral line of communication and not give anything away while you were away. There was no way you would be able to keep that up face-to-face. Especially not on the one day every year you had to be completely vulnerable with yourself.

You heard the buzzer and inhaled deeply, summoning whatever strength you had to at least keep up some facade for the next hour or so.

You opened the door to a beyond excited De Bryune. It was infectious and you could not help but smile back as he pulled you into the biggest hug, swinging you around. You squealed in response and laughed as he replaced you on the ground.

“Took you forever to find your way back. Did you get lost?” He joked, as he shrugged off his outerwear.

“Work was always busy,” you reasoned calmly. It was only a half lie. It had genuinely gotten hectic as you slowly climbed the corporate ladder. Too hectic for a trip back to England? Probably not. Afterall, you had managed multiple trips around Australia and Asia. But, it was as good an excuse as any.

“How is it being back? How have you been?”

“I’m fine,” you shrugged a response as you popped into your kitchen.

“Tea?” you offered, not really waiting for a response as you popped two mugs on the countertop and threw a teabag into each.

De Bryune looked at you funnily as he took a seat at your tiny dining table.

“Who sent you flowers?” Kevin asked conversationally upon spying the fresh bouquet in the corner of your kitchen.

“No one, I bought them,” you responded hesitantly.

“Oh, who are you giving them to?”

“N-no one.”

Kevin raised an eyebrow, “but you don’t buy flowers for yourself. You said before that it was sad and pathetic.”

Shoot, you forgot you had said that to him once. What he did not know was that you indulged in flowers once a year as a remembrance gift to Lemy.

You spun round, frown set firmly on your face as you replied a little defensively, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Kevin laughed, raising his hands as if he was surrendering, “yes, yes, everyone changes. You’ve become prickly,” he commented and you looked up, a little put upon at being called out.

“Am I?” you asked, trying to cover over it before asking, “How is Michele? How is everything at home?”

“Good, good. She says hi. Everyone at home is wondering when you’ll come visit. Mason and Rome want to show you their new baby brother.”

“Mmhmmm,” you paled a little at the mention of his kids. You should have known there was no way this man would not mention his clan but the last thing you needed right now was any reminders of children. Or, specifically the baby you did not have.

You turned away, busying yourself with brewing the tea. De Bryune cocked his head at your odd behaviour and waited for you to join him at the table before continuing the conversation.

“So?”

“So?” you repeated.

“How’s work been?”

You quietly sighed with relief that Kevin had moved onto what felt like a ‘safe’ topic, “good, good. Busy but good. There is so much to do now and I’m still trying to wrap my head around it all. Like, I’m supposed to be making some of these decisions and I don’t want to.”

You laughed a little as did he, glad to see some life in you. There was a long lull and De Bryune was slightly unsettled by how little you had to say. The friend he had would have wanted to know what every player had been up to and how they were. The friend he had would have asked about the match today. The friend he had would have asked for a detailed rundown of everything the children had been up to but there was a tension in the air that was palpable and told him that none of these topics were safe for you.

“What’s going on?” He tried again as you fidgeted endlessly with your mug.

“Nothing,” you responded, furrowing your brows. You looked up at De Bryune, stubbornly trying to prove your point but it only proved his when he saw how dull your eyes were. You looked like a shell of your warm and vibrant self.

“What?”

Oops. He might have said that last but out loud.

“You just look like a shell of yourself. What is going on?”

“Nothing,” you answered again, unconvincingly.

“Why do you keep lying to me?”

“I’m no—“ you started but De Bryune’s stern look stopped you mid-sentence.

“I’ve known you since you were 9. Why do you think I wouldn’t know? You sound like you’re lying to stay out of trouble but you’re not in trouble? Not with me, at least. You know, I’m always here for you, to help you. And if not me, you can also lean on Michele.”

You opened your mouth and then closed it again because you could not find the right words. So many years of running, so much time spent alienating them and here Kevin was treating you with such grace and love. You did not deserve this. You hung your head and you could hear him shuffle.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you but I’ll get out of your hair if that’s what you need right now.”

You felt your lower jaw slacken. It was not that you wanted to push him away, you just found it easier than talking. But if not now with Kevin, when would you ever be ready to talk?

“I was pregnant,” you mumbled quietly to yourself, more as practice at sounding the words out than anything else. The words felt weird coming from your mouth.

“What?” Kevin asked. Maybe he heard wrong.

You looked up, tears in your eyes as you repeated yourself. Your voice was shaky but the words were clear as day when you spoke, “I was pregnant.”

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[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Abyssal Dreams

I made some edits on this. I mean, it's been several years since I wrote it, so it could use the editing

Summary: Kaeya wakes up from a nap and finds you in need of a little comfort.

Word count: 650

Cw: nightmares, mentioned death, mentioned blood and stuff and violence

kaeya x fem!reader

Kaeya startles awake, a faint sound from outside his window pulling him from his light sleep.

He opens his window to let some much needed fresh air in, --and to give the world outside a cursory scan. As he does, something odd catches his eye. A latticework of vines stretches from the ladies dorm below to the roof above.

Without hesitation, he reaches out to tug at the green ladder that is without a doubt a product of your vision. Kaeya eases himself over, trusting that the vines, although made for your much lighter body, won’t give under his weight.

The dendro structure doesn’t give an inch, making Kaeya wonder if the placement and construction wasn’t intentional on your part.

Whether it was intentional or not, Kaeya scales your ladder quickly, pulling himself onto the roof.

In the darkness, only the light of the waning moon allows him to see your hunched form.

“Y/N?” He asks, taking a seat in front of you.

You look up at him, eyes wide and red. Another wave of tears runs down your face.

“What’s wrong, flower?”

You shrug, managing to collapse in on yourself even further.

Kaeya ‘s heart clenches at just how small and vulnerable you look. “Don’t do that. You made sure I could see your ladder, right?”

You sniffle and nod.

Kaeya takes a deep breath, and forces himself to stay where he is. He’s well aware that you don’t always like touch when you’re upset, but the urge to hold you close and wipe your tears away is hard to suppress.

“Then talk to me, love. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“I had a nightmare,” you respond softly.

“Can you tell me what it was about?”

You tense at his question, your eyes glossing over as you dig your nails into your palms.

The sight of your distress is almost too much for the cryo user. “Y/n? Can I touch you?”

In lieu of a verbal response, you launch yourself at your lover, clutching at his nightshirt while you bury your face in his chest.

“You left me,” you say before Kaeya can speak again.

“Left you?” It’s not the first time he’s heard words like that, and as usual it leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

“You and I were out on patrol and we ran into a group of abyss mages.”

Kaeya wraps his arms around you, rubbing soft circles into your back and waits for you to continue.

“We managed to fight them off, after backup came, but...”

“Y/n, if you don’t want to finish I won’t make you.”

“I want to, otherwise I’ll just keep seeing it over and over. I really don’t want to see it anymore.”

“See what?” he prompts.

“You, burned and bleeding. You took the fire spell meant for me and my plants.”

When you look up at him your eyes are burning with desperation. “Don’t ever do that to me.”

Kaeya cups your face and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “I can’t promise that, y/n. If anything is worth dying for, it’s you.I’d much rather live for you, though, so don’t worry. Nightmares are just that, OK?”

“OK. Can I stay with you tonight?”

“I’ve said it before, but if you need me to chase away those dark dreams, just knock on my door. I’d never turn away my sweet little dendro user.”

“I know, I know.”

Kaeya stands and sweeps you up into a bridal carry.

“Kaeya!” you groan, but laugh and melt into his embrace. “You’re horrible.”

“But you love me for it.”

He’s not wrong. You fell for his charm, hook, line, and sinker and haven’t ever regretted it.

“Let’s just go to bed. Crying is exhausting.”

You and Kaeya return to his room and curl up in bed and sleep, free from abyssal dreams.

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[ad0rebrial]

Lost In The Sauce…

ʚ♡ɞ Opposites Attract ʚ♡ɞ series !

Cross-posted on Ao3 under the same user!

Character included:Larry Johnson

“Larry…!?” 

 

You left for 10 minutes. 10 MINUTES. You headed to go get your Gameboy so that you and Larry could play with in his treehouse right? Nothing bad would happen! Larry was…smoking but you didn’t mind that since your parents smoked too you know? So you scurried off to go get your Gameboy and when you came back Larry was OUT. HE IS OUT OF IT.

He is gone. GONE. Like he is slumped over on the ground leaning against a piece of furniture, his eyes are all red, and he looks like he is in Equestria or something…

”Larry..!” You exclaimed a second time before hurrying over to his side. You had frantically written all over your face. Your brows furrowed ever so slightly when your nose caught a whiff of the smell of what seemed to be Weed. When did he get Weed and how the hell did he even get it? He reeked of it too, making you cough. “L-Larry, are you okay…!?” You asked through your coughing fit as you gently shook him. 

Larry blinked lazily as he mumbled out incoherent sentences that you didn’t even bother to understand yourself. You were more worried about your friend who is high on weed. It’s ridiculous… How did he even manage to get high that fast? What kind of weed does he get? “Come on, Larry…l-let’s get you inside…” You suggested as you tried to help him up but he was deadweight. Despite him being a pretty skinny and lanky guy, you couldn’t tell whether it was you who was weak or if he was doing this on purpose. Thank God Miss Lisa wasn’t home…

”Y/n…?” Larry’s voice was slightly slurred and your eyes flickered to see his gaze. “What are you…doing here…?” He asked. 

“Now’s not the time Larry! Get up—!”

You were cut off by Larry letting out a hiccup and a chuckle. “W-What’s so funny?” You asked with a frown. “What?”

 

”Mmmm…Y’know…you’re a pretty..hot chick..” 

“What..? Larry, I’m not a baby duck!” You scolded lightly. You folded your arms over your chest with slight annoyance at your friend. 


“Fuck yeah… What do women and noodles have in common?” Larry suddenly slurred. He gave you another chuckle as he smirked at you. You blinked in confusion. 

“…what? Larry—“

”They both wiggle when you eat them.” 

So now he’s talking about women and noodles..? What could possibly be going on in his head right now? You didn’t want to know… “Enough with the foolishness, Larry! Get up!” You said firmly. 

“Ooh…I like it when women are feisty.” Larry flirted. You rolled your eyes at him before finally hoisting him up on his own two feet. 

“Let’s go now, be careful on the ladder on the way down.” You warned before you climbed down from the treehouse. Larry watched as you got all the way down to the ground, slightly swaying from side to side. “Be careful! Come down!” You called up Larry. 

“Come. Heheh. Nice one, girlie!” Larry laughed. You don’t recall ever saying a joke of any sort. You rolled your eyes up at your friend.

”Get down here now!” You shouted at him, getting frustrated little by little.

”How do I move my feet again?” 

“…” You put your head in your hands. You were SO done. You just wanted to get back into his house, have him lay down on his bed, and deal with it from there. You are already worried about him not watching his step and falling to the ground from his treehouse and snapping his neck like a goddamn Crab Leg. You took a deep breath and released it through your nose as you opened your eyes, staring up at your friend. “Larry,” You said softly. “You put one foot in front of the other…”

”Ohh!! Okay…but what if I only have one leg? How—How am I going to do that if I only have one leg to use?—“

“GET DOWN.” 

“Yes, Ma’am.” 

Surprisingly, Larry had finally obliged to come down the ladder. However, when he was at the last four steps he had lost his balance and literally fell. You of course hurried over to his side frantically since he had fallen on his face. Larry slowly but surely lifted up his head, revealing his bloody nose as he looked up at you before smirking.

”Hey look,” He giggled. “I fell for you.” 

 

Larry was now all cleaned up from his bloody nose and was cozily sitting in one of his bean bag chairs. You on the other hand were messing with your Gameboy on a bean bag chair that was kinda far away from his. 

Your little game parade was interrupted when you felt your bean chair moving to the left and you raised your head to see Larry literally moving your bean bag chair closer to his so that they were touching. “What are doing?” 

“Look, our bean bags are touching.” Larry chuckled out. 

“..So?”

”If I could rearrange the—the al..alpha…—“

”Alphabet..?—“

”ALPHABET.” Larry suddenly shouted making you jump. “…I would put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together.” 

“What does that mean? It sounds like you want to confuse children.” 

“Wait—you-you wanna have kids?” 

“No! I said it sounds like you want to confuse the kids who are learning their alphabet.” You said with a side-eye. Larry shrugged his shoulders before putting his hands behind his head.

”So? Fuck them, kids.”

”Stop.”

”Make me then.”

”Larry.” You said sternly. “Watch your mouth.” 

“…Ooooooooooooo, you feisty, girl.” Larry let out a stupid little giggle. “But seriously, make me” 

You stared at him for a long time. Look ahead of you. Back at him. Down at your Gameboy which you slowly sat to the side next to your feet. Putting your legs up on the bean bag chair and putting your head on your knees while hugging them. 

“…Hey, are you mad?” Larry asked you. “…You on the-the what it calls? Uhhhhhh…the..red—red sea?” Larry asked you again. He didn’t get a response It was silent for a moment before he spoke again. “Sorry.” 


“Leave me alone.”

”I said sorry.”

”Go away, Larry.”

”Not you telling me to leave my own room…” 

“Ain’t nobody said nothing about you leaving your room. Just leave me alone.” 

“…I’m sorry. Give me one last chance.” 

“No.”

”Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please?” Larry took a breath of air. He let out a groan. “Please? Please? Please—okay, yah i’m doing that shit.” He gave up.

”IM SORRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY” Larry groaned out after he begged you for 20 FUCKING MINUTES. You still wouldn’t talk to him. At all. Hell, he even got on his knees and pleaded for your forgiveness but even that wasn’t enough. What more could he do? What more could he take? “Bro, Y/n—Sal will literally fuck me up with his midget ass if he finds out that I made you upsetttt.” 

“So you only saying sorry because you know Sal will get on you for it? Okay Larry.” You mumbled out.

”NOOO! NO! Please like i’m being so deadass. I’m so fucking sorry, I mean it! I will never, ever, in my life do that again. Give me one more chance. I swear.” 

“Promise?”

”Yes, yes I promise.” 

With that, you finally lifted up your face from your knees. Larry let out a sigh of relief. “So you not mad at me?”

”No.”

”God fucking damnit.” Larry groaned.

”…what?”

”I would’ve found that hot of you if you were mad with me.”

”…”

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[loveackermannn]

Can u maybe do a college au levi x reader where they're super close friends with feelings for one another. And there's this project they have to work on and reader is struggling. She's never really been good with grades and she's barely passing her classes.

She gets super frustrated and starts pulling all nighters for a whole week to get the project done. She starts skipping meals and isn't hanging out with Levi as much anymore. Saying that he's super worried is an understatement. Hes never seen you like this.

One night while you were working on ur project, he got up and off of the top bunk and walked up to your desk (you both share a room). He began slowly massaging ur shoulders, telling you to go to sleep already.

After a lot of bickering back and forth, you agreed. You both cuddled against each other and fell asleep. It was the best sleep hes had in a long time.

Have a nice day♡♡

☰ MORE THAN ENOUGH.ೃ࿐𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

It wasn't supposed to get this bad – It wasn't.

While you did expect the late nights to bleed into the early hours of the morning considering how much you decided to dedicate your time for the final semester project, you didn't think it would be difficult. But fuck, was it draining you to the absolute core. On top of that, it didn't calm the fact that you were on the edge of final grades as you couldn't manage past a C+. You were trying your best, you really were.

And one person could very well see that on the sideline.

"Hey."

You instinctively jolted at the husk of the voice you could only recognize as your best friend who held nothing but earnest and concern. He rested his head in the palm of his hand as he peeked from the top bunk of your shared bed, comfortably dressed in sweats and a plain shirt. He'd been eyeing you from a distance, not wanting to disrupt the groove you had going on for a few hours – but that was the issue. You had been glued at your desk for god knows how long and he can't even recall the last time you actually sat down for a meal with him.

Visibly, he seemed cross with you for completely neglecting your needs.. and admittedly, him too. You spare him a glance once your attention was directed away from the damned laptop that Levi internally despised for keeping you up so many nights in a row – Childish it may seem, but all he wanted was for you to take a break.

"What is it, Levi? I really need to finish this project or I won't pass the class. You already know how my grades are looking right now, I cant afford-"

Suddenly, you felt the sheets ruffle from above as he began to make his way down the ladder and over to your desk. Your eyes finally met his for the first time in a while and from what he could tell, your undereyes darkened with each day and night that passed – It was almost as bad as his.

His features softened only for you while two fingers hooked underneath your chin, forcing your gaze upwards to him.

"When was the last time you slept?"

"I don't.. know," you shrug, wanting to look away in shame for knowing well that you hadn't been taking care of yourself the way that you should have. But, he kept your head trained exactly where he wanted. He narrowed his eyes to you and decided to press on more – with such gentleness, of course.

"Hm. You know it's not good for you to be doing this. I understand you have a lot to do, but cramming all of it in a number of days isn't healthy. You could've just asked me to help you, you don't have to go through this alone."

You knew he had you. There wasn't much you could say nor object – the papers and assignments on your desk were long forgotten the moment he spoke out to you. His palm traced down to your shoulder as you couldn't do anything but merely give into his careful touch.

"Turn around, I'll ease up your neck and shoulders. Is that okay?"

"Of course."

Your body faced back to your now dimly lit computer and you soon came to realize how strained your eyes felt to any sort of brightness. So, you opted for closing your eyes entirely as Levi worked out the tender knots and muscles that have built up over the past week. It felt so good to finally relax like this.

"Damn, you're tense. All 'cause of that fucking laptop.."

You groaned in response while he continued his ministrations on your back and neck, to which he softly smiled to himself – You deserved to rest.

"I want to pass though, Levi..."

At that, it caused him to raise a brow at you questionably, wondering why you put so much pressure on yourself when you've been doing the most these past few months to achieve your goal. "You are passing. I don't understand why you're so fixated on your grades when you're not even failing."

You took a breath, "You don't get it. I want to get better grades than last semester. Or else.."

He paused for a moment, turning you back around to face him directly and his hands continued to rest on your shoulders as he waited patiently for you to finish.

"Or else what?"

"I'll be a failure..."

Oh that did it for him.

Immediately, your face met the hardened surface of his chest while his arms wrapped around you tightly – safe, warm and secure. It's what you've craved for a really long time.

"Listen to me closely, yeah?" He feels you nod against him which gave him the cue to continue, "You're not a failure, you hear me? No matter what those shitty grades come out to be, it doesn't and will never define who you are. Your hard work has already proven how determined you are and you're not giving yourself as much credit as you should be. You're too hard on yourself. Let me take care of you for now, okay doll? You can rest for a while, you've done more than enough and I'm so damn proud of you."

It was rare for Levi to ever console someone like this, but only for you would he ever keep you safe within the home of his arms whenever things get rough or even when it had been a long day for the both of you. You missed this and every word that he spoke, rang through your ears with nothing but the truth.

You felt bitter tears prick at the corners of your eyes as he only embraced you tighter, not daring to let go in the slightest. Your own arms finally lifted from your sides, coming to wrap around his waist to further secure you into him. Soft sobs were muffled into the fabric of his shirt, but he made no move to let you cry anywhere else.

"I'm sorry.. I just got too carried away and I haven't been communicating with you and-"

He pulls away to cradle your face in the calloused, but gentle palms of his hands, wiping away the streams of tears that trailed down your face, "Shh shh, it's okay doll. You're okay, just take deep breaths for me. In and out.."

Everything was always going to be okay with him.

Wordlessly, he tugged you along into the living room where the two fo you shared many movie nights and midnight talks – a space of comfort that felt familiar. Levi laid down first, then opened his arms as an invitation for you to finally settle down on him.

You wasted no time in making yourself comfortable on his chest, finding a spot on the crook of his neck to rest your head. His hands met the small of your back with his fingers threading through the delicate strands of your hair. While you felt your eyes come to a close, Levi's lips brushed against your forehead and his hand reached up to smooth your hair back as he quietly whispered, "I've got you. I always will."

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[burrowingkelce]

Woah There Lil' Doggie

Cowboy Joe Burrow x Fem!Reader. Again no smut, just soft, lovey Joe. This is sort of a Part 2 to Round-Up. TW: Light Swearing

Raising champion barrel horses is not something you and Joe ever thought you'd be doing. But when your mare, Euro, suddenly had a foal, you were determined to train that thing to be like Comanche.

Fast forward 3 years and you managed to work with the colt, who you named Captain America, to get a saddle on and take the bit without biting. He wasn't mean, but since he was so young, he had that playful side to him, which got in the way of work.

When you put your left foot in the stirrup to get on, Captain wanted to start walking, but you swung your leg over the other side and slid your foot into the other stirrup just in time.

Joe was watching from afar, making sure to keep an eye on your knee and your face for any signs of discomfort. You had a bad injury 5 years ago while helping him build stalls in the barn. You missed the ladder to climb down from the loft and hit your left knee pretty hard. Ever since your knee hasn't been right and tends to slip out of place. Luckily, it hasn't happened in a while, but he's still worried.

You made Captain lope in the left lead, which was not your favorite thing to do, nor his, but it was something that came with training.

After going around the area 4 times, Captain got tired of this and took a sharp turn to the right and kicked the gate, causing you to be startled and thrown into the side of the arena, and ultimately, off Captain.

When you fell, your left knee popped out of place and you went to stand on it, but couldn't. Joe ran over, which didn't take long, considering his long ass legs and height. Ja'Marr was over too and grabbed Captain before he could trample you.

"Baby are you okay? What happened?"

"Yeah I'm fine. I guess Captain got tired of that lead and decided to do something about it." You chuckled, trying to clear the air. You pulled up your shirt and seen a big bruise beginning to form.

"You don't act okay, can you stand?"

You got up to stand, but it was still difficult. Instead, you pushed on your knee and it popped back into place.

"Yeah, I'm good now." And you walked over to Ja'Marr and retrieved Captain.

"Thanks Jay." You said, giving him a friendly smile.

"No problem Y/N". He said before going to follow Joe and have a seat on the porch of your house.

You got back on and loped lead after lead and managed a collected trot out of Captain too. It was getting late, Ja'Marr left an hour ago, but Joe was still sitting on the porch swing, drinking a beer and watching you.

You hopped off Captain and led him to the barn. You were still shook up and pissed off about what happened earlier. Your anxiety was through the roof, but you tried not to show it around Captain or Joe, in fear Captain can sense it and act up.

Joe walks into the barn and lifts the saddle up on the rack, like he has to do everytime, which doesn't bother him a bit. He turns to look at you refilling Captain's food and water will fidgeting with something in his pocket.

He had called Ja'Marr to tell him to come back over and he was silently recording in the back.

You look up at Joe with a smile on your face and walked to him to place a kiss to his lips.

"You did so good today sweets." He said hugging you.

"Thanks babe, he's a cranky son of a gun, but I can make him listen". You said looking up at him.

He backed up and said "I shouldn't be the only Burrow known for their toughness."

You were puzzled but realized what he was doing when he fished in his pocket for something and got down on one knee.

"Y/N, these last 7 years of us have been the best. My family and friends love you so much. I love you even more. I can't imagine going through life without you. So, will you marry me?

You started to cry and hugged him.

"Oh my God yes Joe!" You said excitedly.

He slid the ring on your finger, a beautiful black diamond, his favorite gemstone, nestled into a band of blue topaz, your favorite gemstone.

You looked at it and hugged Joe one more time before giving him another long kiss.

Ja'Marr couldn't help but shed a few tears as well, sniffling in the process, which caused you to look behind Joe.

"Damn you Ja'Marr!" Joe yelled, "You were supposed to be secretive!"

Joe let go of you and tore after Ja'Marr, he heard you laughing in the background, watching 2 of your favorite guys chase each other like kids.

Joe gave up on trying to catch him and ran to you instead. His amount of speed scared you a little and you tried to run yourself, but underestimated how close he actually was.

He grabbed you and picked you up bridal style.

"Very fitting Burrow." You said under the circumstances you were in.

"Can't wait to do this on our wedding day." He said carrying you in the house, and telling Ja'Marr to go home.

Sooooo, tell me how you like it, and if there's anything I can improve on! I love all feedback. Thank you again to @americaarse for this lovely request, and please don't hesitate to request absolutely anything regarding Joe or Travis Kelce.

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[gourdkeeper]

Follow up to Drunken Brawlin'; this time reader is AFAB, can make other versions based on request

Word count: 2590

Warnings: 18+, oral sex, submissive Jamie, switching at the end

Disclaimer: not proofread, the thirst for Jamie guided me

Read below the cut

Tomorrow rooftops. Tomorrow rooftops. Tomorrow rooftops.

It keeps playing in your mind until you finally manage to drift off to sleep.

You can't shake your mind off of him and what you've done. You've never been that bold before with anyone and especially not in such a public place. Your stomach is stirring up a fight. Stress mixed with excitement. What even got into you?

You've been meeting amazing fighters left and right as of late and yet, the small fry with the inflated ego in Chinatown catches your eye out of all people... You almost hate that you're so captivated by him. That stupid little waist and defined pectorals... The unnecessarily long hair that clinged onto his forehead every time he worked up a sweat. His fake bravado and sly smirk. Ugh.

---

The moment you wake up, you grab your phone. It still had his message on the screen.

Today rooftops.

You just know today's about to be the longest day you've ever had in your life, counting down every minute until the sun sets at last.

---

As expected, nothing else has been in your mind. The whole day you couldn't focus. Luke couldn't get you to hit the punching bag decently no matter what back at the academy. Li-Fen could not get a hold of you to have you chase after some other weird promotion.

Rest of the day was spent in your little hideout staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror wondering if you looked good and preparing mentally for what to even say. How will you face him?

Hell. How will he face you? What if he doesn't even show up, maybe the nerves are getting the best of him too.

---

The night fell and you've rushed out of your sample of a claustrophobic apartment.

Your heart is pounding at your throat and you gulp down hard as you arrive in the dreaded Chinatown. Here you are.

Once more the stupid cardboard head douche nozzles are here to pester you and you just wipe the floor with them. When will they ever learn?

Up the ladder you go. You can feel your palms getting sweaty. "Calm down" you repeat to yourself like a mantra.

You've finally made it to the top.

Your heart sinks. He isn't here. What if he ghosted you. No. He must be late. He wouldn't just do that right?

You hear whistling from behind you and you turn your head around instantly. There he is. Perched on a light sign across the street. Nimbly he jumps over, rolling perfectly and stopping right in front of you. "What is he, half cat?" You think to yourself.

"I was worried you wouldn't show up." You say, cupping his cheek in your hand.

"No, *I* was worried you wouldn't show up. Have been watching over the street for over 30 minutes now." He tells you with the same smuggy smirk on his lips as always.

You're scratching the back of your head now, apologizing for not having been there sooner and he stops you as there's no reason to apologize. "I was just too eager to see you."

He holds you by your hands and looks into your eyes.

"Listen... What happened yesterday? I never did that before. I'm sorry if I made you do anything you didn't want to. I got you drunk and then that happened. I'm sorry." For once he doesn't look arrogant or full of shit. He's being honest.

"No no no, I didn't do anything I didn't want to, trust me Jamie..." You smile to reassure him that nothing bad happened. "In fact I wanted to make sure you were okay too, I kept worrying I went too far."

He starts giggling at the situation.

You're perplexed.

"W-why are you laughing?" Blowing air through your nostrils yourself.

"We're both apologizing for no reason. Yesterday was good." Now his turn to cup your cheek in his hand. "Great even. Perfect. The best night of my life. And yet here we are excusing ourselves for possibly hurting the other."

You giggle as well. "You're right. It was the best night..."

"Hey uh," he begins, "have you had dinner yet?"

You shake your head. Food hasn't even crossed your mind in the last couple of hours.

"Let's get going, I was thinking we could eat something together and then maybe... If you're okay with it we could come over to my place?“

You raise your eyebrow at that last suggestion.

"What? I even cleaned up, just for you!"

You lightly punch his chest in jest. "Sure, I'm down."

---

You both grabbed some takeaway from the nearby noodle bar and walked over to his apartment.

"Ladies first!" You gesture him towards his own door and he does a little bow and holds his hands out as if holding a skirt before breaking into a laughing fit. Guess this guy doesn't need to drink to be a goofball with you.

"Thank you for coming with me" he chimes, now inside, gesturing you to come sit at the couch with him so you can eat in peace.

"Thank you for inviting *me*! Then again I was gonna invite you over to my place if you didn't do it first. Maybe better this way, my crib is uh cramped."

"More the excuses to be up against you..."

"Tsk..."

He turns on the TV for some background noise as we eat and share silly tidbits about ourselves. He tells me about his cousins that have given him an ass whooping on more than one occasion for getting into stupid brawls as a kid and how they'd take him to the skatepark on weekends.

You tell him about how you're only in Metro City for a bit over a week and the first person you've met was Luke who was teaching you how to fight at first.

"Luke-?“

"Hm? You turn to him and he looks like he just choked up on his noodles and is fuming.

"Luke dipshit-asswipe Sullivan? That guy?"

"Y-yeah that is his last name! Not sure about the dipshit or asswiping part though-"

He cuts you off. "Listen that guy's a piece of crap, thinks he's the best and just goes around bumping into others and provoking them into fights. Do not give him the light of the day, he is not worth your time, you're too good to grace him with your company, absolute fucki-“

"Are you jealous?“

He turns red.

"N-no, why would I be jealous of that waste of space?"

"It sounds like you're jealous..."

"Maybe a little bit." He pouts. "Just not a fan that the first person you've met here from all the people had to be him, the guy I've been butting heads with for years... It should have been me instead..."

"Well," you start, "to be fair you have been the first and only person I've gotten intimate with around here" he raises his brow, "...and I'd like to keep it that way."

"Are you trying to tell me something?" He inquires.

"I am, I am trying to tell you, Jamie Siu, that I want to be with you..." You finish the sentence poking a finger over his chest and pushing him lower into the couch so that you're laying on top of him.

"Hmm... That so?“ A sly smile spreading on his face.

"Are you finished eating?" He asks, to which you nod, "How about some dessert?“ His tone sinful, "I know *I* want some..."

"Yeah? What are you gonna do? Eat me up?"

"Mhm might as well.." He jokingly bares his teeth at you.

"I want to pay you back for what you've done to me..." His hands trailing down your body, "Will you let me?“

You take notice of how he always asks for permission and you decide to play with it, seen as it riled him so gravely last time.

"Hmm, I think you need to show me how much you want it first!“ You play difficult.

"Oh, are we doing this then?“ His eyebrow raised, licking his lips and starting to get antsy. He's certainly not shy or embarrassed over getting vocal. "Please... Will you let me please you? Been craving you all day..." He holds onto you tight and tries to pull you up to his face.

You oblige, and start kissing him, breathing heavily into each other, arms tangled together, your right hand reaching into the back of his neck to still him in place and your left creeping up his chest under his clothes, groping his defined breast eliciting a moan from him.

"P-please..." He whines as you pull back from the kiss to take a breather.

"Hmm I don't know, I don't think I'm quite convinced just yet." With a mischievous glint in your eye you start pinching his nipple, making him twitch under you.

"H-how" his breath shallow, "can I show you?"

He's blushed so red even without having drank anything... That, that does give you *quite* the idea.

"Please...let me show you how badly I need you. N-need to taste you." He's groping your ass roughly as he grows more desperate for you.

"Do you want me that badly?"

Jamie nods furiously.

"Do you...want to be my *good boy*?" Giving him a borderline sadistic smile, recalling how he reacted the first time you've called him that.

Somehow he blushes to an even darker red and parts his lips. "Y-yes..."

"This time we're inside... Which means... You," left hand reaching for his braid and pulling, tugging his head backwards making him whine in pleasure disguised by pain, "...Can be as loud as you want... No one will be able to hear you moan out my name and scream... Isn't that so?"

You see his adam's apple bob up and down as he gulps, neck outstretched as you keep the tension on his hair.

"I- I guess so..." He says sheepishly, part nervousness part arousal. Most of it definitely arousal.

"So what will you be?"

"A good boy..."

"What was that?" Pulling harder.

"Y- your good boy!"

"That's right..." Letting up now.

His lids are heavy and he can't stop himself from subconsciously lift his hips and try to provide himself some friction from rubbing and grinding on you.

"So..." You start, "if I were you... I'd get rid of those clothes, unless you want them to be a mess."

He's licking his lips in anticipation, "Yes..."

You raise your eyebrow at him and it's like he's finally back to earth, you can only wonder what fantasy was playing out in his head.

He immediately sits up and removes his top and asks you to lift yourself a bit so he can remove his pants as well.

"Why am I the only one undressing here?“ He asks, blushing at the thought of being the only one vulnerable.

"Because I want *you* to undress me..."

"Oh." A smile spreading on his lips, he can't wait to unwrap that present.

Now naked he put his hands on the fly of your lace up pants.

You slap it away.

"Be a good boy and use your pretty mouth~" You goad him.

He's quick to obey and puts his hands beside him for support and reaches forward with his mouth, wishing the pants weren't there to stop him from devouring you.

He clearly struggles with it at the start but gets the hang of it, holding onto one lace with his teeth and pulling back on it.

He mouths at the waist band now and tries his best to pull it down. You shift your body to help him out and as he pulls down his mouth gapes.

"N-no underwear??!"

You giggle at his shock, he almost sounds innocent.

"Just for you..."

Deciding to cut his work short you remove your pants off fully. Now straddling his body, with your bare crotch.

"God- I want you so bad..." He whines.

"You want a drink?"

You reach for his gourd that he settled on the little coffee table next to you and put it up to his lips.

"Go on, you deserved it."

"I'd like to drink something else..." He plays.

"Is that so? Get on the floor." You lift yourself up and give him a hand and quickly he's laying down with you standing over him with a smile.

"What do you want to drink? Hm?"

"You. I want you on my mouth please..."

Your next move is a very bold one, he's stupefied with your actions as you lower yourself down and push the gourd's neck past your lips and tilt it back, pouring the contents inside of you.

Moans escape your mouth as he watches with bated breath, astonished. Not believing how sinful you're acting, his cock straining and twitching already in his boxer shorts. Stain of precome appearing more visible by the second.

You withdraw the gourd and squeeze tight, trying to contain his herbal tea inside, some of it inevitably spilling.

"You still want a drink?"

He's incredulous, blinking up at you, shaken before he snaps, "Yes! Yes please!"

His hands rush to your backside as he tries to pull you to him in a feral animalistic need.

You take a hold of his hair one more and don't hesitate to shove your sex on his face.

He shows no hesitation either as he laps at your lips, drinking you in, kissing your clit, mouthing at your folds, moaning and breathing heavily without any constraint.

"Oh my god- Jamie... God..!" You have difficulty even asserting dominance over him with the way he's eating you out like a starved and dehydrated man who's spotted an oasis in the desert. "You're so good Jamie!" You praise, barely holding on.

Your praise getting to him, pushing him to drive you over the edge, going faster, harder. Looking up at you from that angle with fucked out eyes and his hair a mess. Juices flowing all over his face, your bodily fluids unintelligible from his tea.

"Make me come Jamie, be my good boy! Come on." You palm at his cock as you spur him on. Grinding on his vicious tongue.

He gets louder, whining with need beneath you, you can hear him hum your name in-between laps, he wants you to come and he wants it now.

It's enough to push you over the edge, trembling, strenght escaping your legs and he's quick to hold on to you, keeping you in your place, mouth still glued to you, determined to drain you dry and suck your soul from your limp body.

You both finally fall back in exhaustion, rolling over, breathlessly exchanging looks and biting your lip.

"You..." He tries to regain his breath, "...you're crazy!" Trying to laugh but wheezing only instead.

You giggle at him, "What? As if you didn't like it?"

"Me? Pfft, no, I hated every second of it-" you punch his arm in jest and he looks up at you in adoration. "I loved it. I never even thought of anyone doing that..."

"Well, I'm never taking a swig without thinking of this now so if I start losing during fights it's all your fault."

You're so smitten by him, you can't even think of a comeback, you just hold onto his face and kiss him. "You taste good." You joke.

"I know!" He quips. "You know what else I know?"

"Hm?" Clueless.

"That," he pounces over you with newfound energy, likely from the drink, "it's time for payback." Getting handsy again as he takes the lead, kissing you.

#jamie siu #jamie siu x reader #jamie siu fic #street fighter 6 #jamie street fighter #street fighter #gourdkeeper

[seasonal-writes]

“bruised / kissed” (from this prompt list i found.) pairing: Jimmy/Tango (Team Rancher) cw: bruises (if that’s something to mention?), kissing (only a little!) “Where did you-” “It’s fine, Tango.” “This is not-! These aren’t..”  Tango didn’t know how to describe it. He’d only just hugged Jimmy minutes ago, sneaking up on him and wrapping his arms around him tightly from behind after a long day of being apart. This was a common ritual between them, one Tango adored, so it surprised him when Jimmy let out a wince of pain when he did so. There was brief panic and questions and a gentle shove before Jimmy’s sitting on the edge of the bed, white t-shirt tugged over his head and hanging on his shoulders with his back exposed. Tango perches behind him, shaky fingers dancing just inches above his skin, hesitant to touch as his breath hitches at the sight. All his words seem to get lost in the dark blues and purples that spill across Jimmy’s skin, all patchy and thick with the blood congealing beneath. The colors are so stark against his paleness, and despite their odd beauty, the sight makes Tango’s throat go tight. The bruising is dense up at his right shoulder, muddling down to his left side as they speckle out into smaller, brown spots that look less like he’d been beaten to shit. Jimmy keeps his head turned, trying to look back at Tango. Eyebrows turned down, but with a sheepish smile, he hums. “Really, it’s alright. You don’t have to worry.” “Uh-uh, mister! These are.. nasty. How are you even able to move?” Tango asks, eyes still tracing the shapes and funky lines that the bruises create down his back. “Not very easily..” Jimmy says, “But I’m managing, I promise.” Tango grunts. He wasn’t a medical expert, far from it, but he could tell that whatever did this, the impact was fresh. Jimmy also easily bruised, despite his constant hard labor, as Tango had discovered through his partner’s clumsy tendencies. Still, even though this was well-known, this instance worried him. “How did you do this? Did someone do this?” Tango asks, the second question holding a sharp edge. He’s about to jump onto his feet at any indication that other hands or beings caused it. “No! No, it wasn’t anyone’s fault but my own,” he says, dropping his head forward, “I just.. I fell.” “You fell?” “Off.. off the..ladder. In the barn.” Defeat laces his voice, quivering with some hesitation. Tango doesn’t have to see Jimmy to know he’s embarrassed by it. He’s sure his face is all red and his eyes are all shifty, and if there were any eye contact to make, there’d be none. Careful not to touch the bruised area, Tango reaches a hand forward and lightly holds Jimmy’s side. Jimmy’s shoulders tense up a little, but he visibly forces them to relax. “Why didn’t you mention it?” Tango asks, taking a gentler tone. “I didn’t think it was that big’ve a deal,” Jimmy says through a deep breath, “I was just trying to fix the railing on the hayloft and then I leaned just a little too far to whack at a nail annnd..” Tango cringes. “Splatty?” “Splatty..” “When did you fall?” Tango asks again, not sure if he wants to hear the answer. “..Um.. Maybe.. last night, just before I came in for supper.” “Last night? And you didn’t think to share? What if you broke something, or worse?” Tango stresses. Jimmy mumbles something under his breath, something with a little attitude and yeah yeah okay, but Tango barely hears him over the sound an idea makes when it pokes into his head. He releases Jimmy’s side, glancing down at his own hands. It’s very quiet for a moment, the only sound being their soft breathing and the sounds of the house around them, some animal noises coming from outside. He watches Jimmy shuffle a bit, almost like he’s about to pull his shirt back down before Tango jolts. “Wait, wait. Not yet,” he says, rubbing his hands together a little, “Can I try something?” “I don’t know what’ll help a bruised ba-hahaaa..” Jimmy starts to say, though his words float off as Tango’s hands press against his injuries. He’s gentle, of course, despite the little bit of wanting to punish him for not coming to him about something so important. He doesn’t, though. Tango doesn’t push too hard into the bruises, especially since the muscles feel like rock underneath his fingers even at the light touch. It’s light and tender, warm hands palming over the discolored skin and hoping the heat is enough to permeate through. Jimmy’s reaction seems to prove it works, as Tango’s fully aware of his biological advantage and feels a giddy sense of pride that it’s finally being put to more use than just “space heater.” “Does that hurt?” he asks. It takes a second for Jimmy to answer, head fully forward and shoulder muscles melting into a melted slump. “N..Noo..” Jimmy coos, “Very good.” Tango rubs in soft, little circles. “Good. Figured the heat could be useful here.” Jimmy nods, hair flopping a little as his head dangles forward. They stay like that for a moment, Tango gently rubbing at the sore skin while Jimmy hums his approval. The skin starts to stay warm, now softer and malleable compared to the solid texture of swollen muscle from when they started. Tango, though busying himself, stares as he works. He watches his fingers roll over the muscles in his back, wanting to trace the lines but forcing himself to stay on the task at hand. There hadn’t ever been a moment where he got to just look at Jimmy, especially a part of him so often hidden and disregarded. It was.. well, beautiful, even with the problems that he wants so badly to fix. He wants to say something about it too, but the words are all jumbled still and why would he think about him that way at a time like this and so he does the next best thing. Tango leans forward, hands still pressed, and plants the lightest of kisses on the back of Jimmy’s neck, just between his shoulder blades. He can see Jimmy’s visible chills, watching them practically dance up his spine as his shoulders jump. A shuddered breath escapes him, and Tango can’t help but grin. He moves down again, slowly giving him another kiss. And another. Till gently, in a perfect line, he sprinkles little kisses across his left shoulder—careful to avoid the bruises. Tango reels in the reactions, the twitches paired with the heavy sigh and apparent undoing occurring before him. Even as he’s the one doing it, he feels the warmth creep up in his own chest. It makes his own hands want to tremble, his own air daring to come out in wobbly patterns but he holds it together. Barely. The intimacy is just enough to nearly whelm him. “Ha..hey.. You-” Jimmy finally says, his voice tight and almost sounding choked up, “Tango.” “Hm?” Tango hums, “Sorry, I’ll stop.” Jimmy groans in protest, and Tango chuckles. “You’re getting all twitchy. I should quit before you hurt yourself again,” he adds, pulling back and continuing to rub at his skin. “But..” Jimmy starts to say, but cuts himself off and huffs. Tango reaches up and ruffles at Jimmy’s hair. “You’ll survive. Promise. Now, let’s see about getting some ice on this, huh?” It isn’t until a couple days later, when Tango’s hunched in the kitchen and prepping some breakfast, that he feels a presence behind him. He barely has time to register before two arms are wrapped tight around him from behind. Tango chuckles, reaching up and affectionately patting at the face that tucks into the crook of his neck, warming his skin with Jimmy’s breath. “Hi there,” Tango says with a grin building, “You’re supposed to be resting.” “I think my back is doing much better now, thank you,” Jimmy coos, “And I think some payback is in order.” Tango’s face starts to burn at his low, graveled voice. There’s a kiss on his cheek. Then another. And another on his jawline, scraggly beard tickling his skin, moving down. Then another and- Oh boy.

#team rancher #tango tek #jimmy solidarity #trafficshipping #seasonalwrites #oh boy! first real post! whatever will i dO

[niniviir]

One of My Favourite Tickling Experiences :)

I've never had an actual tickle session in my life, mainly because I've always been afraid of being seen as weird for asking. So, any times I have been tickled, I had to get there through temptation. You know, stretching so that your top goes up revealing your belly, lying down with your arms above your head. Anyone who wanted to tickle would never pass up that opportunity. I sure as heck wouldn't.

I only really like being tickled by girls, and visa versa, so I've never really been interested in guys tickling me, nor have I ever really been interested in me tickling guys. However, there have been a few guys that have passed that lil mental filter.

So I used to have this friend. We'll call him Sam rather than his actual name. Me and Sam were pretty close for a good few years, so we spent a lot of time together with the rest of our friends. One day when me him and another friend were out at a park (we'll call the other friend Ethan), we were messing around in the empty play area, trying to use all the stuff there that we were to big for, we got into a pretty playful mood. Sam decided to playfight with me a bit, trying to push me down onto the grass behind me. I held onto him as he was trying to push me, and in the moment I just thought "what the hell, let's just do it" and I tickled him a lil bit on his belly with both hands.

Now you might think "what made you want to tickle him?" Well, Sam has always had this playful side to him that I always thought was pretty cute, and when it comes to tickling, I'm more of a fan of playful tickling than I am the whole torture side of it all. Another thing was, whenever he was in his house, he never wore a tshirt, so whenever me and my friends knocked on his door to ask if he wanted to come out, he'd come out with no top on. Now, let me tell you, he looked good. He had this nice toned belly, like this faint six-pack, and he was pretty skinny. For some reason, this just made me think "God I'd love to tickle him".

So after I tickled him a bit, he fell past me onto the grass, rolled from his side onto his back and looked up at me. I straight away thought "Fuck, he's gonna call me weird or something, I shouldn't have done that."

Imagine my shock when he said "Again".

He also liked being tickled! I couldn't believe it! So, of course, I took him up on his request and continued tickling him, but then Ethan joined in. Sam very quickly got up after Ethan joined in, and stormed off angry. Ethan went home after this, confused as to what had happened. But, I knew what had happened, because I've had a similar experience. I like being tickled, but not by everyone. If someone tickled me who I didn't want to tickle me, I'd have a similar reaction. Sam definitely wanted me to tickle him, but definitely didn't want Ethan to.

I ran after Sam, and managed to catch up with him. I mentioned that Ethan had gone home, and so he decided to stay out for a bit longer. I saw this big log ladder thingy that you're supposed to climb on, and I convinced him to "try this cool thing". The "cool thing" was just a way to get him to climb this log ladder to hook his legs through securely so that he could hang upside down by his legs. Obviously, by doing this, his t shirt was taken up his body by gravity, revealing his belly. I tickled his bare belly quickly, scribbling my fingers all over it. I then helped him down, where he proceeded to say "Alright, now you". Not only did he like tickling, he was a switch! So, I did the same thing, hanging upside down, belly completely exposed, and he tickled me for a good 10-15 seconds before helping me down. We went home not too long after that.

This story is already a lil bit long, but I have another couple of anecdotes I'd just like to add in with him, as they're the only other times I got to do this sort of thing with him.

So, one day he suggested the idea that we should go to either his house or my house, and play COD Black Ops on the Xbox 360, just to play a mode called combat training, so we could chill and just unlock all the perks that required certain challenges. We ended up doing this at his house, and if you remember from earlier, he never wears a t shirt in his house. So this whole time I'm sat there, on his bed, next to him like "Omg I could tickle him right now. But what if he's not in the mood? Ugh, idk." Then I came up with an idea.

When we got to the end up a match, we'd both customise our classes in game, so I always made sure I was first. Once I'd finished, I'd roll up the bottom of my t shirt a lil bit, and then I'd lie back on his bed, arms above my head, with the bottom of my t shirt sitting just above my belly button. It took a few matches, but eventually he took the hint and tickled me for a couple of seconds. We looked at each other dead in the eyes, then we both started tickling each other. I got my fingers onto his sides and started scribbling away, meanwhile he lay across my chest, tickling away on my belly. But sadly, pretty soon after that, my dad called saying food was ready, and I had to go. I tried to say to Sam that I didn't mind just staying, but he said I'd better go and eat.

Some months later, me and Sam where in the back room of my house just watching youtube on the tv. We were sat on an L shaped couch, and he was sat next to were the couch went forward. I'm not sure how I pulled this one off, but I managed to lay back onto his lap while I was sat on the forward part of the couch, handing my shoulders and my head off of the side of his lap, basically kinda hanging upside down. I let my arms fall to the floor, under my hanging head, belly of course exposed by my pulled up t shirt.

It got the the end of the video we were watched, and with nervousness in my chest, I forced myself to say "You know… I'm uhh… I'm supr (swallows).. Surprised you haven't tickled me consideri--", he suddenly cut me off and started tickling my belly. I instinctively rolled onto the floor, onto my back, arms above my head. He then proceeded to sit on my legs, locking me in place with nowhere to go, and started scribbling all over my belly.

This was everything to me. I never knew I needed that exact scenario so much until it happened. I never wanted him to stop. Him sitting on top of me, me being helpless, arms above my head giggling away, his fingertips softly swiping against my belly creating this amazing ticklish sensation, sometimes even reach a bit up my already raised t shirt to get his fingers on my ribs, him teasing me by saying things like "tickle tickle", "ticky ticky ticky", "goochie goo". Heaven.

When he stopped after a good 5 minutes of constant tickling, I wanted to ask him to do it again. But before I got the chance, he flipped me onto my front, sat on my legs and started tickling the hell out of my sides and lower back, and whenever I twisted my body to one side or the other, he'd tickle my belly to get me flat on my front again. When it comes to being tickled, the belly, sides, ribs and back are the S-tier areas for me, so getting another good 5 minutes out of this was golden. I've never been tickled so much in my life, and I loved every second of it! But before I got my revenge, he had to leave { lucky >: ) }.

We never tickled each other again after that day, and some years later, he just stopped talking to me out of nowhere. We never fell out or anything, he just kinda… stopped. It was sad because, even outside of the tickling, we were close, and I do miss him sometimes. I've still not had another friend like him that loved tickling like I do, but hopefully I will find someone soon.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! This is my first tumblr post ever, I'm not really fully sure how the site works, but I've seen people make long posts detailing their tickling experiences on here before, so I figured why not share mine :)

#tickling #belly tickling #belly tickle #tickle #tickle story #tickling story #lee #ler #switch

[duskwoodgirl4life]

I still remember that day like it was yesterday the way he fell to the ground, blood pouring out of his mouth. All I could do was scream his name and for him to hold on but he couldn't, his phone turned and pointed at the sky. All I could do was scream. I could feel the tears starting to roll down my face. I was forced to hang up the phone. I felt like I had abandoned him but that was all a lie he wasn't dead he wasn't being held captive. He was the biggest lying bastard I had ever had the misfortune of knowing. He made everyone's life hell with all the phone calls and threats he was the one behind everything.

I slam my fists down onto my desk, the tears coming thick and fast, screams leave my mouth. I needed to get to duskwood as fast as possible. I wasn't going to let him get away with what he's done. There was no way I was going to let him take the easy way out, not a chance in hell. Thankfully I didn't live too far away from duskwood. I grabbed everything I could think of and shoved it all into my backpack. I grabbed my jacket and car keys and got into the car. I put my destination into my satnav on my phone and drove as fast as I could. I didn't know what I was going to do or say once I arrived I just knew I had to get there.

I finally arrived at the grimrock. I grabbed my phone and backpack and ran as fast as I could to the mine. As I ran through the forest branches snapped under my feet I could hear the leaves as I stepped on them. Using only my phone as light I managed to find my way thankfully I made it here before the police could arrive. All I had to do now was get into the mine and try to find him. I don't know what I will do when I find him. A small part of me feels so betrayed by him and wants to hear him out. The other part of me just wants to punch him square in the face. I haven't heard from Jake in awhile. The last text he sent me was telling me he loved me. Of course I felt the same way about him. He was the one that had taken my heart and always kept it safe.

I make my way down the ladders that Jake went down. How did he manage to get down? They are so wobbly and rusty. Finally I reach the bottom and make my way through the mine. My heart feels like it's beating a million miles an hour. As I am walking through the mine I hear something in the distance. My heart feels like it's going to explode. I am frozen to the spot. I try my best to move my feet but they just won't allow me. I see the figure getting closer and closer. I try my best to stay calm but all I want to do is panic. The figure is wearing all black and their hood is covering their face.

I close my eyes hoping whatever happens to me happens quickly, a hand touches my shoulder a feeling a finger under my chin lifting my chin up. I open my eyes and see him standing there right in front of me looking into my eyes. He takes his mask off and that's when I see a pair of bright blue ocean eyes looking back at me. I wrap my arms around his neck. I feel his strong arms wrapping around my small body. He pulls me away slightly and smiles but I see the look of concern in his eyes. “What are you doing here MC? It's too dangerous” I just stand there looking into his eyes. His voice is so soft and calming. “i had to come Jake, it's Richy it's been him all along I needed to come and warn you and I wanted to confront him”

As I tell Jake everything that's happened I can tell he already had a feeling he knew who it was but he needed the proof before he could do anything. “I have to find Richy Jake, I have to go and find him. I need to hear it from his lips. I can't ever forgive him for what he's done” Jake see's how upset I am and puts his arms around me. “lets find him together I'm not going to allow you to do this alone” my heart warms at Jake's words. He takes my hand and leads me through the mine trying to find where Richy is hiding. After about an hour or so of searching we finally find Richy walking through the mine. He's holding his arm where Dan shot him. I loosen my grip and let go of Jake's hand and rush over to Richy without thinking I grab hold of him and push him up against the wall.

I rip his mask off and for the first time I come face to face with him, I am feeling so many different emotions it's like I can't control what I want to do. I shove him one more time against the wall and slap him round the face. “I hate you!! I hate you so much for what you have done to me and the others.” I could feel the anger rising up inside me the more I looked at him the more I just wanted to smash his face in. I start to punch and slap him. I let all my anger out, taking every last drop out on him . Jake rushes over to me and pulls me off him, my legs and arms still swinging in the air. “Jake what the hell?! Let go of me, put me down” Jake puts me down but keeps his arms wrapped around me. “MC listen I can't allow you to do this I won't allow you to have his blood on your hands”

Richy is slumped up against the wall, blood coming from his head where I hit his head off the rocks. Jake walks over to him and picks him up. He punches him in the stomach making sure he feels every punch after he's finished he throws him onto the floor. He walks back over to me and takes hold of my hand. “I don't want you to look at this next bit MC” Jake tells me to turn away so I can't see what it is he's going to do but I already know. I see the blade in his hand as he walks back over to Richy who is still smirking. He spits blood out of his mouth and looks back at Jake. “You really think you can stop me? You think you and that bitch over there is going to stop me” Jake picks Richy up and throws him at the wall. His back hitting the jagged rocks all Richy does is laugh.

“It doesn't matter what you do to me even when I am gone the memory of what I did will still linger in the air. It will live with you forever not leaving your mind” Jake takes his blade and stabs Richy in the stomach over and over again. “You're not worth one more single thought, what you have done will never be forgiven but at least we will all have the pleasure in knowing you are going to rot six feet under” Jake delivers the final blow to Richy he pulls the knife out and wipes the blood on Richys face. Jake walks back over to me and takes my hand once again. “Come on MC let's go” I don't say anything I just follow Jake out of the mine I turn back slightly and see Richy just slumped there on the ground blood pouring out of him.

Everything about him is fake right from the start all he did was play games he was never my friend. I don't know what the future holds but I know that I'm never leaving Jake's side.

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #duskwood jake x mc #i love you jake #jake x mc #he loves me #i love you #smoke and mirrors #richy x mc #duskwood richy #richy rogers

[onestepbackwards]

I'd love love love loooooove a scenario with a message from Emmet after a long day, with a happy ending of you know what I mean 👀

...So my dumbass started writing this really late in the morning after I had been awake all day, and I misread ‘Message’ as ‘Massage.’

I didn’t notice until I was over halfway through with this piece, so I hope you don’t mind the change 😅 - - - 🔞18+🔞

You sighed as you walked through the front door of your home. Quickly shrugging off your jacket, you tossed it to the side, and slipped off your shoes. You were so tired. As you walked through the house, you noticed how eerily quiet it was. "Emmet must not be off work, yet..." You mumbled, and felt your heart drop. Wasn't his fault, of course. ...But you couldn't help but feel a bit sad he wasn't here. He always had a way of cheering you up. Entering your room, you dropped whatever extra stuff you had onto a nearby chair, and sighed. You needed a nice long shower. Undressing, you entered the connected bathroom, and turned on the water. Once it was warm, you stepped in. Even though the warm water definitely helped you relax, you couldn't help but think about the awful day you have had. It was as if everything had gone wrong. You accidentally set your alarm for an hour early. So much for sleeping in an hour. Then your coffee apparently ran out, and you forgot to buy some yesterday. Then there was work. You had a customer hit on you right off the bat, a reoccurring customer that just couldn't learn to take a hint. Even when you politely declined his advances, and told him you were taken, he refused to listen. It wasn't until a line started forming did he finally leave. Later, your manager demanded you do some stocking. Normally not a problem, but they had you heavy lifting all on your own. You swear your back was going to hurt for at least 3 days. Then later, as you were carrying boxes filled with fragile items down a latter, some customer's brat thought it'd be funny to run to your ladder, shake it, and leave. You dropped the items out of fear, and nearly fell off. The items had broken, and your manager had been furious. Thankfully, before they could do anything to write you up, you demanded they look at the security footage to see what had happened. The evidence had been undeniable, that the damage was, overall, not your fault. Your manager still yelled at you though, souring your day even further. By the time you were able to clock out, that same manager asked you to stay for some unpaid overtime. You declined. You thought your manager was going to yell at you again, so you just left as quickly as possible. You needed a new job. By the time you had finished your shower, you weren't as tense as before. However, you felt exhausted. You wanted to climb into bed. Wrapping yourself up with a towel, you exited your shower. When you entered your room, you blinked in slight surprise.

Emmet was sitting on your bed. When he saw you, his eyes lit up, and his signature smile widened. He jumped up from the bed, and ran up to hug you. "Darrrling! I'm home! I missed you today!" He said, holding you tight. When he let you go, he set his hands on your shoulders, and eyed your up and down. You could tell what he was thinking, seeing you in just a towel. However, when his eyes landed on your face, his smile dropped. "Darling, are you alright?" He asked, suddenly concerned. You winced. Had you looked that upset? You shook your head. "Had a shit day, that's all. Sorry." You mumbled. Emmet pulled you in for another hug, though was a lot more gentle this time. "I'm sorry, dearest." He whispered. He then swayed you both slightly, and rubbed his hand against your back. You felt yourself melt into his arms. “That feels nice.” You mumbled, pressing your face into his shoulder. His scent and heartbeat helping you relax further. Emmet hummed for a moment, before coming up with an idea. “Darling, could I make a suggestion?” He asked, his voice low. You felt a shiver down your spine. You had a few ideas what he might be suggesting. “What is it, Em?” You asked, tilting your head so you could hear him better. Emmet’s hands rubbed your back gently. “How about I give you a massage? That sound good?” He asked. You broke away and blinked at him, slightly surprised by the suggestion. He seemed genuine about it, and you licked your lips. “That... Actually sounds really nice. I’d like that.” You responded. Emmet’s smile widened a bit, and you felt your heart flutter. You loved that smile. You were glad he was home. “Excellent!” He then gently grabbed your hands, and brought you to the bed. “Would you lay down on your stomach for me, Dear?” he asked, and you moved to do so, until he gently tapped your arm. “Could you... Keep the towel off, as well? If you’re okay with that.” He asked, though he looked a bit bashful. You almost laughed from how cute he looked, though you could tell he really meant you didn’t have to if you were uncomfortable. It was incredibly endearing. ...Figures he’d want the towel off though, the horndog. You supposed it couldn’t hurt. It would be easier to massage you if you didn’t have the towel on. That and you figure letting him ogle your body would be a nice thank you for massaging your muscles. Dropping the towel from your body, you gave Emmet a wink, and crawled onto the bed. You were quick to make yourself comfortable, laying on your stomach with your backside exposed. Emmet gave you a grin as you got comfortable, and quickly ran into the bathroom. When he reemerged, you noticed he had a bottle of lotion in his hands. He had also left his coat in the bathroom, and gotten rid of his tie. He had even unbuttoned the top of his work shirt. When he noticed you staring, he gave you a wink as well, before stepping over to the bed. “Like what you see?” He teased, climbing up beside you. You laughed. “Maybe I do. Can I not admire my handsome boyfriend?” You teased back. Emmet giggled, and settled himself next to you. He rubbed some lotion on his hands. “Hmmm... I suppose you can.” He joked, and then placed his hands on your shoulders. You tensed slightly at first from the feeling, though immediately melted into Emmet’s touch. Man was a master with his hands, rubbing into every knot in your shoulder blades. You immediately moan at the touch. You were so tense, just a small dig of his fingers was enough to find a knot. You could practically feel your toes curl from the feeling. Meanwhile, you didn’t notice the blush forming on Emmet’s face. Your body was on display for him, and he was getting to touch! All while he made you feel good, and got to hear your delicious noises! Emmet could almost drool when he heard you give out a rather delectable moan when he dug his fingers into your shoulder blades. He needed to do this more often. Eventually, he moved downwards, his hands working along your spine and lower back. He almost cooed at how adorable you looked, melting against the bed in comfort. He put some more lotion on his hands, before moving downward more, his hands at the top of your pelvis. You cracked an eye open, and looked in his direction, and he gave you an innocent smile. You knew better, of course. Emmet’s innocent smiles could only fool you so many times before you became immune. However, you were in such bliss, you decided not to say anything, opting to close your eyes once more. Despite how close his hands rubbed against your lower back and pelvis, Emmet surprisingly didn’t grope you, like you had anticipated. Instead, his hands went even further south, lovingly massaging your feet. You moaned into your pillow, unaware just how tense your legs and feet were. Emmet’s hands were a godsend. Emmet seemed to hum as his hands traveled up, gently rubbing into your calves, then your thighs. Those skilled hands seemed to get oh so close to your core, before they would flutter away, massaging a different part of your leg. You bit your lip. It felt so good, and you could feel your cunt pulse at the idea of using those hands on your ass and core. Emmet, ever the tease, moved back up, and massaged into your hips. Even though you knew this was a tease, you couldn’t help but groan. You were willing to take anything Emmet was willing to give. Emmet meanwhile, was enchanted by your noises. His pants had become uncomfortably tight. He shifted his hips a little, before getting an idea. “Darrrling?” He asked, moving his hands. You hummed. “Yes, Em?” “May I move to get a better angle to massage you at?” He asked oh so sweetly. You hummed once more, as if in deep thought, before nodding your head. You had a feeling there was more to that question. You found you didn’t mind. “Go ahead.” With the green light, Emmet quickly shuffled out of his pants and and underwear. Emmet let out a sigh as he freed his cock, giving it a few strokes. Satisfied, he began to move. Lifting a leg over you, Emmet sank until he was straddling your hips, his cock settling nicely against your ass. You cracked an eye open and looked back at him. Once again, despite him lightly grinding his cock against you, he gave you an innocent smile. You felt your nerves were on fire. His dick was so close to your entrance, and you could feel yourself dripping with how wet you were. You needed him inside you. Emmet giggled, and ground his hips upward, before placing his hands back on your shoulders. He was definitely teasing you now, the fucker. You moaned as Emmet thrusted his hips forward, the friction just enough to taunt you. You wanted to sob. Emmet’s hands didn’t let up on your shoulders. It felt amazing, but you were quickly getting distracted. Wiggling your hips slightly, you let out a groan. “Emmet...” you mumbled, eyes still on your boyfriend. His face was above your back as he rubbed your muscles. “Yes, dear?” He asked, his grin growing. “Please... Stop teasing me...” You mumbled. You loved him, but you needed his cock, not teases. You were too tired to be teased. You face must have said it all, and Emmet’s expression softened. He leaned down, and kissed the back of your neck. “As you wish, my dear.” He whispered, and you felt your hair stand on end. Emmet then grabbed your hips with one hand, and you felt a finger prod at your folds. You gasped as he pushed a digit in, and then two. Emmet giggled again. “Darrrling, how cute! All wet and ready to take my cock!” He spoke. You felt your face flush. Before you could retort, he pulled his fingers out, and aligned his cock with your entrance. In one swift thrust, he was completely sheathed inside you. Both of you moaned at the feeling. This, you needed this. You needed to be pounded and filled after the day you had. As if he read your mind, Emmet gripped your hips, and pulled out, before slamming back in. You cried out with a moan, and Emmet didn’t hold back. His pace was quick, pistoning in and out of you, his cock hitting you so deep. You felt yourself clutch the pillow you laid on, trying to ground yourself in the pleasure. “Emmet, you feel so good!” You cried out, Emmet’s cock hitting all the right places. You heard him moan from behind you, and felt him stop. You clutched the pillow tighter. “Emmy, please-!” you rasped out, and glanced behind you. He appeared to be adjusting himself, instead of teasing you. Emmet practically crawled up your body, his chest flush against your back. He gently wrapped his arms underneath your own to pull you close, and be buried his face into your neck. “Darling, I love you so much!” He moaned into your neck, and you felt him move his hips again. Feeling Emmet pressed against you almost made you see stars. Emmet eagerly humped into your cunt, the sounds and feeling making you dizzy. You felt him trail kisses across your neck and back. “My darling is so good to me! Letting me take care of you when you are upset! Letting me bury by cock so deep inside you!” He moaned out, his pace beginning to quicken. You could feel him twitching inside you, and his thrusts were becoming slightly more erratic. He was close. You could feel yourself nearing climax as well. All the pleasure from the massage earlier had been building, and now that Emmet was pounding into you with no remorse, you felt like you were about to burst. “Babe, I’m-I’m gonna...” You started, barely able to keep your voice steady. Emmet groaned, and kissed your neck, his hips slamming into your own.. You reached back behind you, and gripped his hair. “Emmet, please! Cum inside me!” you managed to cry out, and came around his dick. Emmet gasped when you grabbed his hair, and his hips jerked into yours. Emmet stilled inside you, and you felt his warm seed flood your insides, causing you to let out a small moan. You felt so complete like this. Emmet nuzzled into your neck, peppering your skin with more kisses. “My darling is the best! Do you feel a little better?” He asked between kisses. You sighed at the feeling, and nodded into the pillow. “Yes. This was exactly what I needed tonight. Thank you Emmet.” You told him, gently running your hand through his hair instead of gripping it. He practically purred. Finally, Emmet pulled out of you, and you sighed at the feeling. You already missed being full, but you were definitely satisfied. Emmet flopped onto the bed next to you, and cuddled up close. “I love you, Em.” You mumbled, rolling over to cuddle into his chest. Emmet pulled you close, and kissed the top of your head. “I love you too, Darling.”

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THREE: It was an accident I swear!

You arrive at the Kamisato estate after running back to your apartment for a quick outfit change, it was huge more bigger than you expected you thought you would get lost quickly but you saw thoma waiting for you near the gate, "you're here, I know you would get lost from how big the estate is so I'll be your tour guide for today!" he gives you a bright smile and guides you to the backyard, you also saw his laptop on a small table, "you could've just used your phone for the stream" you chuckle "you already know that I'm more better at the laptop than my phone, cmon don't you remember that cooking stream" you starting giggling as you recall the last time he used his phone for a stream, thoma pouts as you try and hold your laughter "yeah yeah don't even dare bring it up again yn" he playfully crosses his arms, "ok ok fine lets get to decorating already" he nods and shows you where the boxes of the decoration were as he sets up his stream. "Hi chat!" thoma shows his signature sunshine smile as he tries to greet his entire chat and thank donations as they come and go, "I'm with yn right now! say hi yn" you wave from a far while you were preparing a ladder, "yn is gonna do the banners while I'll be doing the flower arrangements".

Donation: Are you guys decorating for a wedding?

"Oh no we are decorating for a friend's anniversary, but it looks like that from the white flowers" "Well who knows maybe it could be our wedding and we wouldn't tell you" "Yn!" thoma's face heats up as he quickly faces you, you were giggling as the chat goes wild even after thoma clarifies it really isn't. After about an hour or less into decorating thoma is already done with the flower arrangements while you were still going up and down the ladder, while you were up the ladder thoma was just chatting with his viewers since there is only one ladder and as much as he wanted to help you wouldn't allow him, "What I'm saying is Itto shouldn't even be near a kitchen unless someone is supervising him like he's some child", you chuckle at thoma's silly rants, how cute you thought but all of a sudden the ladder was getting a bit unstable the more you go up and down then of course worst case scenario happens and while you were up the ladder it was slowly leaning forward unfortunately you didn't notice right away. "Yeah of course I'll be doing a cooking stream with noelle soon if I can, wait be right back I'll just get some water" thoma jogs to get some water and the moment he starts drinking he saw the ladder leaning and so did you. "oh shit" you felt it lean but it was too late to go down but you just prayed the grass was soft enough not to give you a concussion, you fell off the ladder of course, you were expecting to black out and wake up in a bed or something but nope not on thoma's watch. "Yn!" he dropped the water bottle not caring if it spilled or anything and ran to catch you, he catches you in his arms but your weight causes him to fall backwards, you were now on top of thoma making the perfect thumbnail for xingqiu's ynma video.

You heard thoma's heart beating as fast as yours, both of you had red faces and butterflies in your stomach, you quickly roll off thoma while he quickly runs to stream to turn it off, "wait why did you-" "I'll do an apology tweet later what matters is are you ok?" your heart was still pounding but you manage to nod without blurting out anything embarrassing, "good but let's um g-go inside" he stutters still blushing and sweating not from how hot it is outside but from what just happened. You go inside internally screaming to yourself while thoma was still outside fixing the small mess you two made, after cleaning up he returns and shows you to the bathroom to check for any bruises or cuts on you and himself, the whole 10 minutes was a painful and awkward silence, on his side was worrying about how you feel but you on the other hand stared at him the whole time wanting to get kiss him or something, it was honestly the hardest 10 minutes of your life, thoma breaks the silence by suggesting you to go home for now "let's meet up at the hideout tomorrow night if that's ok?" you nod and take your things to leave, thoma escorts you to the gate and waves good bye to you, doubts flooded your thoughts thinking if thoma might hate you or something but thoma now inside the house screamed and squalled while on the floor rolling over but of course happy moments come to an end and the doubts flood his mind as well. You both hoped that you wouldn't hate each other or feel uncomfortable after the accident.

"Thoma! ayaka and I are back!" it was 1:54 am, ayato puts down all the shopping bags while ayaka looks for thoma, "thoma!!" before you know it ayato finds thoma slumped in the back of the kitchen counter, "hey thoma are you ok?" "I'm fine something just happened and I'm having some doubts" ayaka and ayato look at eachother and approach thoma "hey you could tell us" thoma slowly explains what happened, "so you think that she'll feel uncomfortable when she sees you again?" "yeah..." "are you sure it was an accident or did you you know make it-" "Ayato!" ayaka hits her brother's shoulder "alright I'm sorry I'm sorry" ayato sighs at the same time as ayaka, they give thoma some advice and they all go head to bed.

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