#and we all know I lose my filter when I drink

[nightsmarish]

Summary: as summer at hogwarts approaches, both you and Regulus build up your walls again, lose sleep, and are warry of saying yes to the offer to go to Potter Manor.

A/n: might write a pt.2? Would we like that? Maybe? Idk, I lost the plot halfway through and u can tell lmao. Also, have not written for this specific ship, so I may not be as good as the queen of this ship

Update!: pt2

Poly!moonwater x gn!reader (Remus lupin x regulus black x reader) | 1.6k words

Tw: allusions to toxic family, losing sleep, snippy bc of losing sleep, negative thoughts, anxiety, a nap dude

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History of Magic is usually an easy subject. Sit down, take notes, look over the assignment, complete it during dinner or before bed, and you're done.

But today everything but that is happening. You managed to get all the way to sitting down and pulling out your parchment and quill before the words Professor Binns says all mesh together. Nothing makes sense.

And you know it's due to the ache behind your eyes, the pounding in your head and the ache in your bones.

The last few nights you haven't slept, not really at least. It's nearing the end of this year at Hogwarts so everyone is preparing to go home. Planning what they will do with one another over break before the new year starts up. Talking about their family traditions, and a feeling of excitement takes the castle.

Despite this, a feeling of dread has been following you like your own personal rain cloud. The knowledge you'll have to return home eating you alive. Knowing you won't be able to contact Remus or Regulus, less your parents find out you're dating them, making you feel like you're choking on your heart.

The memories you've made this year really should weigh out the weeks you will spend with your family. In the stiff place, you're forced to call home with strict rules and expectations. Yet, you feel horrible. And it's been causing you to force yourself into your studies for the upcoming tests. Avoiding sleep due to nightmares that have recently plagued your mind.

Which leads to now, the room spinning slowly on an axis, ans Professor Binns slightly to blurry, even for a ghost. You know you need to zone back in, drink some water, take a vitamin potion or even visit Madam Pomfrey at this rate. Yet you can't make yourself do it.

Continuing to stay in your zoned out state till the end of class. And that's when even you draw the line.

Standing up from your seat as everyone filters out, albeit a little you're moving a little slower than usual, you exit in search of your boyfriends. Either or both. And it's not exactly a very long search, quickly finding yourself face to face with Regulus Black and Remus Lupin.

"Hey, dove." Remus' voice is sweet, per usual, like the comfort of a spoon full of honey on a sore throat.

Regulus doesn't speak for a full moment, analyzing you. To anyone else it would look judgmental, but the softness in his eyes and slight pull at the edge of his lips tell you differently.

"Hi, Rem." The boys look at one another, an unspoken conversation playing out.

"Why don't we go to my dorm?" Remus looks back to you, "haven't had much time for the three of us. James and Sirius have quidditch, and Peter is going to his study group."

"I'm down." Without another word, the three of you walk towards Gryffindor tower.

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Remus knows that Regulus tends to be a little quieter the closer to the end of the year, having been around the other Black brother for a while now. Already knowing how closed off Sirius would get when he still lived at the Black Manor, building up the walls early to protect himself when he left.

Even now, Sirius does it. Remus isn't sure if it's a habit or the fact that Regulus has been refusing to take the offer to stay at Potter Manor as well.

But you? You, he's not sure. Remus knows you and Regulus have known one another longer than he's known you, and that's never really bothered him. Remus knows all three of you love one another, and he's never felt left out. But know? Know he wishes you'd talk about your own home life.

Regulus doesn't like talking about his experiences at home; the only thing Remus knows is from old stories from Sirius. And Remus will never pry, not wanting to force either of you to do anything you don't want to.

But Merlin, he feels nearly useless right now, wishing to see the tension in your shoulders calm, wishing to see you and Regulus calm again. Wishing Regulus would take the offer to join them at Potter Manor. He wishes for both your safety more than anything.

The walk to the dorm is quite, but not peaceful. Everyone trying to stay calm and wishing someone else would say something. But no one knowing quite what to say to break the silence.

Once you do get up to the dorm, the Gryffindor's dorm, Regulus sets his bag by Remus' nightstand, you following suit, the emblems on your bags a contrast to the surrounding room. Regulus goes to find clothes he's left in Remus' closet before, while you sit on the lycans bed to slip off your shoes. Remus sits next to you, his hand resting on your lower back.

And finally, after far too long, Remus breaks the silence. "Dove..."

You glance up at him as you slip your shoes under the edge of his bed. "Yes?"

Remus sends a quick glance to Regulus, who's slipping on a long black sleeve shirt, one more comfortable than the previous Slytherin uniform. "I understand if you aren't comfortable with it, but..." He pauses for a moment, glancing back to look into your eyes, his thumb rubbing gentle strokes on your spine. "If you want to, you know you're welcome to stay at James' house."

Under his hand, Remus feels you tense, and from his peripheral, Regulus paused to listen.

"That's- that's okay, Remus. But tell James I appreciate the offer, please." You stand up far too fast for your lack of sleep, causing you to fall right back where you were sitting. Alerting both boys.

One of Remus' hands stay glued to your back, the other on your shoulder, as if your keen over. Regulus is quick to stand infront of you.

"Love, you should stay with them." Regulus' voice is full of worry. "It's better than any other option."

"You're not going." Your eyes shoot up to Regulus', far more defensive than you mean to be. Remus' hand, which was previously on your shoulder, moves down to the bed, the other hand continuing to run against your spine again.

"That's doesn't mean you shouldn't go." Regulus matches your defensiveness out of habit.

"You both should come." Remus talks before you can shoot back, hand on the bed finally moving to Regulus' arm, never seeming to catch a break.

There's a heavy pause. One that goes on for an uncomfortable amount of time.

"I'll think about it if you do." Your voice is more timid as you hold your stare at Regulus' eyes, his boring right back into you. Intense, deep, and so, so, loving.

Regulus sighs, "fine."

"Thank you, both. Seriously, you should come. James and Sirius want you guys there. Not to mention James' parents, they love new people." Remus kisses your hair line, standing up, hand leaving your back, before kissing Regulus on the lips. Both your bodies lossen.

Remus moves to change out of his uniform, and you quickly stand up to join him. Regulus' hand comes out to make sure you're steady as you grab a pair of sweats that no one truly knows who belongs to. They were probably once James, but at some point Lily stole them, and at a different point Sirius stole them back, and now so many of your friends have worn them at some point, it's probably weird.

Grabbing those and a jumper belonging to Regulus, you turn back to see Remus already curled around Regulus' back, who lays with enough room for you to join them. Both trying not to show just how eager they are for an afternoon nap.

You climb onto Remus' bed as well, using your wand to close the curtains, magically dimming the lights in the room before placing it on the bedside table. Curling into Regulus' front, leg thrown over his hip, you tuck your head into his neck. Yet your eyes remain open.

You definitely want to sleep, and you know you should, Remus is likely already asleep, knowing the bastard sleeps like the dead. Yet the knowing you could have another wretched nightmare makes you stay awake, staring over Regulus' shoulder the the golden brown hair tucked into his back, belonging to Remus, and letting the black hair belonging to Regulus slightly tickle your cheek.

"Go to sleep dove. Both of you. Please, you can't function without it." Remus' voice seems to startle both you and Regulus, both believing he was asleep, and believing the same about one another.

You pull back from Regulus neck, facing him, seeing the features of his face barely visible in the dark room. "We will, baby." Your voice is soft, as if you were telling a secret.

Remus merely hums and shift slightly before relaxing back into Regulus' back.

"Get some sleep, darling." Regulus kisses your cheek, "it's going to be okay in the end."

"I know. I know. We both need sleep; Remus is gonna kill us." Softly connecting your lips with his, slow and lazy, both smiling at the hum from Remus, confirming the empty threat you made for him.

You return to your being tucked into Regulus' neck. "'M sorry for being snappy with you." You mumble against his skin.

"You have nothing to apologies for, I understand where you're coming from darling." His hand rests on your hip and lower back, relaxing further into you and Remus, closer and closer to having a lovely nap. Of which, you join with the hopes of no nightmares.

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[yesihaveaobsession]

The Bet

Drunk! Alastor x female reader

Summary: The patrons beg alastor to join them on their night out after what seemed like forever he finally agrees, he gets drunk and you lose a bet leaving you having to take care of him and be his personal body guard you do all of it in heels.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, alastor is very flirty when intoxicated and touchy.

CREDIT: TO ORIGINAL OWNER OF DRAWING

It was Charlie's idea; she thought it would be a good idea for Alastor to join them in a night of fun beyond the town. She begged and pleaded with the deer demon, and he finally agreed after she said that the activity was a bar. You were quite surprised. Alastor eventually said yes because, sure, he drank his brown liquor, but that wasn't often. But seeing the way his eyes lit up at the word 'bar'... you had thought he would only have a drink or two, say he pleased the Princess, then leave... Oh boy, you were wrong.

Charlie, you, Angel Dust, and the others sat at a table, music filling the air around you all, and each had your own drinks. Everyone was dressed up slightly more than usual, basically a different top. But since Alastor was ALWAYS dressed to impress, he wore his usual pinstripe suit. You wore a nice cocktail dress with heels. You were not dressed to impress; Angel Dust helped you pick out an outfit because you were struggling, and this is what you both agreed on.

Angel, with a mischievous smile, said, "How much you wanna bet that Smiles is gonna get black out drunk?"

"I don't think so," you argued. He always seemed collected and was barely found at the hotel's bar, so what made Angel Dust think that he was going to?

"Wanna bet?" Angel inquired. And you shook on it. You were wrong, VERY WRONG. When the night came to an end, Alastor was on a barstool, slumped over. You cursed at yourself and, frankly, the others for leaving you with the very much drunk deer demon.

"Jesus Al, I wasn't expecting you to handle liquor like a sailor," he looked at you with hooded eyes, his radio-filter seeming to be gone and just a slurry mess. Alastor chuckled softly. "Oh, but isn't it delightful to let loose every once in a while? Besides, I'm rather skilled at handling my liquor, don't you agree?" His smirk was strained slightly.

"You're something," you said, slapping money down on the counter and helping him off the barstool, his tall figure slumped onto you, causing you to let out a squeak as you tried to hold him up without ending up falling to the floor due to your choice in footwear. Once you got a good grip on him and he wrapped his long arm over your shoulder, the two of you slowly and steadily made your way out from the bar.

As the two of you made your way through the horrid streets of Hell, he looked over at you with a mischievous grin and leaned close to your ear, whispering, "You know, my dear, I must say you make quite the striking figure," Alastor remarked. You couldn't help but blush at his words, but you knew he was drunk and all the things he was talking about weren't true, at least some things.

You shook your head to rid of the thoughts and focused on the task at hand. You realized that he was much more vulnerable in his current state of mind, so you paid close attention to your surroundings. After what seemed like FOREVER, you two finally made it back to the hotel; we aren't going to talk about what a struggle that was.

Alastor's eyes remained heavy-lidded, his smile a close-lipped smile as he looked at you. You had him lean up against a wall, to be honest, to give you a break and let yourself recompose before you moved forward. He looked over at you, his grin widening, and he watched your every move, lifting his hand and beckoning softly. You sighed and walked over to him, and he hiccupped in between his breaths. You noticed that his finger trailed down your chest after being left on your cheek for a short while. You grabbed his claw, which was way too big for you, and pulled it away, your face turning red again.

"I've had quite a night, haven't I?" He said, and you only nodded, then wrapped his long arm around and over your shoulder and helped him off the wall; his weight landed on you again, and you let out a huff; he was not light. He let out a giggle, "You know... maybe we should..." You stopped him and said, "No, no, you need sleep. I know you barely sleep, but that's what you need."

Alastor then smiled playfully and moved his claw down to your waist, pulling you closer to him; this new position between you two was not comfy, but he didn't care; you just focused on not taking both of you out. "Alright, alright... I'll behave."

Still leaning heavily on you as you two stumbled into his room, you didn't think much about him not having a bed, so you had a couch in the room, so you plopped him down on it, fixed your dress, ran a hand through your hair, and let out a breath. He grinned up at you, slowly taking you in. You pulled one of his chairs from the other side of the room and dragged it in front of him; his red eyes continued to watch your every move; you soon sat down in front of him and patted your leg for a sign to have him put his shoed foot on your leg; after a few tries of telling him, he does, and his boots were hard to get off.

"Point your foot," you instructed, and he only let out a soft laugh and does point his foot, and you take it off.

"Dear..." He slurred. You didn't answer as you focused on your task. Alastor hiccupped, and that's what got your attention. "My dear, I must admit, tonight has been quite the delightful surprise. Perhaps I shall have to indulge in such outings more often."

"Please don't." You gave a polite smile and pushed off his red suit coat and placed it on a hanger and placed it in his closet, then draped a blanket over him.

"You better be asleep by the time I come back and check on you." You threatened; you couldn't believe this, but he looked adorable. "Yes, ma'am." You then left him to rest.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x you #the radio demon #hazbin alastor #alastor imagine #alastor x reader #i have an obsession

[wonwoonlight]

Through the night, through the day - Seungcheol (unfinished)

A/n: a little something from my discontinued wip that i really wanted to finish but no longer has it in me to. Happy three years to this blog, here's to writing for yourself and not validation of others 🍻 thank you for all of you who have been reading my stuff up until now.

Loosely inspired by: AKMU - Last Goodbye, Adele - All I Ask

Seungcheol isn’t sure who’s to blame for the current situation he finds himself in.

Is it his because he fell out of love first?

Is it yours because you refused to break up with him even after he honestly told you what love he had left for you is barely romantic at this point?

Or is it his because he had let you refuse the break up simply because he felt too bad about forcing it on you?

But he believes as much as it’s a mutual decision to start a relationship, it’s also a mutual decision to end it. He certainly still loves and cares for you enough not to simply leave despite your refusal to end the relationship; but what he has for you is not something he thinks he should be feeling for a girlfriend.

He misses that spark. That thrilling sensation and the way his heartbeat would pick up at the sight of someone’s–your–smile.

And, unfortunately, it’s practically nonexistent now and, at some point, he hates himself for losing it because you still look at him like he holds the universe while he simply feels a pinch in his heart because he feels bad.

His phone lights up with notification, a picture of you and him grinning at the camera flashing before the screen turns black again. He sighs as he takes another sip of his drink, the alcohol burns his throat the same way your smile burns his heart.

Jeonghan’s right. He needs to be stern and stop dragging this more than necessary. The both of you deserve better; him, to finally stop feeling guilty because he can’t leave you behind, and you, e to find someone that will love you like you deserve to be loved.

At some point, Seungcheol knew the role was his to fill, but that’s no longer the case and prolonging this would only hurt the both of you in the future.

Like the two of you aren’t hurting on your own already now.

He bites his lip as he imagines the hurt in your eyes and the forced smile you’d give him.

Fuck.

He downs the shot and orders another.

*

Seungcheol imagined you’d be pressing your lips together as you suppress your tears, shoulders tense and jaws tight when he tells you once again he thinks it’d be better for you two to break up.

After all, that was your reaction the first time around.

What Seungcheol did not imagine, however, are your empty eyes and the way your hands limply stack against each other; your shoulders hunch in defeat and a corner of your lip twitch a faint smile for a millisecond before it turns straight once again.

Like you know it’s coming.

Like you’ve been bracing yourself for it.

There’s a painful squeeze in his heart at the way you’re not meeting his eyes, and he fights fights fights the urge to take your hands and apologize because he’s the one that’s ridding himself of that right.

How is he supposed to handle you like this?

Then again, isn’t this an attempt to let go of that responsibility? Because he doesn’t know anymore how to handle you without the romantic filter over his gaze towards you?

He’s starting to think it would be much better if you had been crying instead.

“Okay.” You say softly, voice barely even a whisper. But it doesn’t matter because he’s heard it and his eyes widen because he doesn’t think you’d agree so easily after the fight you put out last month. “But… Can I ask you one last favor?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you take me to that camping ground we went to two years ago?”

He blinks, not expecting it at all.

“The one we went to for our first anniversary?”

For the first time in so long, the smile you give him doesn’t make his heart lurch with guilt.

He suddenly tries to think back when was the last time you actually, genuinely smiled at him with happiness in your eyes.

You always have that fond look in your eyes–something so soft and full of love–even after he asked for the break up last month. You still look at him that way after that and even right this second.

But happy?

When was the last time you laughed happily in his presence?

“Yeah. I’ve always wanted to go back but don’t really have any reason to…” You frown to yourself, your lips purse in a way that makes him want to squish your cheeks like he used to. “A farewell trip… if you will. Is it okay?”

“Sure.” He says without thinking. That’s the least he can do for you; he hasn’t exactly been the best boyfriend nor even person in general the past month, and the fact that he’s staying with you out of obligation because he doesn’t know how to break it off after your argument has been eating him inside out. If this is what you need to finally let him go, he doesn’t see why it would be a bad idea.

He still cares for you. Just not in the way people in a romantic relationship should.

For you, he’d still do anything if it’s within his reach.

For you, he'd still do anything to make sure you're happy again.

You’re still his friend before anything and Seungcheol always always tries to do his best for his friends.

“When do you want to go?”

“This weekend is fine if you’re free.”

“It’s Mingyu’s birthday, I already promised we’d go out for a drink. Is next weekend okay?”

“Sure. Do you want me to make the booking?”

He shakes his head. Perhaps it’s him wanting to compensate, but if this is going to be a farewell trip, might as well do everything for you so he can convince himself it’s okay to let go of the guilt he’s been holding over himself if only a little.

“I’ll do everything. You just wait and be pretty, okay?” He smiles cheekily, which you can only smile back in return despite the way your heart cracks little by little at how easy the words tumble out of his lips.

And he wonders why you find it hard for you to let go.

*

“Why are you brooding like your screen has personally offended you?” Jeonghan asks, plopping on the sofa next to Seungcheol.

It’s game night, something he and his friends promised to hold at least once a month. It’s Jeonghan’s turn to host the night, and Seungcheol has come almost two hours early only to focus on his macbook and barely even says anything to him, the owner of the place.

Not that it’s a rare occurrence, Seungcheol does have the tendency to do this from time to time. Just barge into his place, grunts a greeting, and leaves after an hour or two.

“I’ve been trying to book this spot in the camping ground but it’s not available.” He sighs.

Jeonghan tilts his head, interested. Seungcheol hates planning with passion, yet he's apparently doing a very thorough research for some reason.

He looks at the amount of tabs open on his laptop, and when he asks about them, Seungcheol simply says he’s making an itinerary and is currently checking all the possible places he might visit around the camping ground. He points out some places, says their pros and cons and where he currently stands about visiting them.

“Who’re you going with again?” When he mutters your name, Jeonghan can’t help but get more interested. “Didn’t you say you’re breaking up with her?”

“Yeah. She said she wants to go there one last time… I don’t know. For old time’s sake, maybe? Anyway, I don’t see anything bad about it so I guess why not.”

“You’re breaking up with her.”

Seungcheol sighs and puts away his laptop. His best friend can get like this sometimes and, at the wrong times, it really gets on his nerves.

“I am. It’s a goodbye trip of some sort, okay? She said we’ll break it off after that. Just one last trip, that’s what she asked; how can I not give her that?”

“Why would you go on a trip with someone you’re breaking up with? Isn’t that kind of the point? To stop seeing each other?”

“Look, I’ve been with her for three years, almost four, even. And it’s not like we’re breaking up because we’re fighting or what–I fell out of love. It’s on me. And I still care about her and treasure the time I’ve shared with her. If there’s anything I can do to make this breakup bearable for her, I would.”

Seungcheol clenches his jaw at the way Jeonghan is looking at him; his eyes calling him stupid and pathetic at the same time without his lips saying anything.

“You’re just compensating because you feel guilty, then.”

“And it’s wrong for me to do that?” He fumes, not getting where his best friend is going with the talk. If he thinks this is one of those days when it’s fun to push all his buttons just for the sake of it, Jeonghan definitely chose the wrong topic to do so. “Why are you complaining, anyway? It’s not like I’m making you come with me. Do you not like the idea of me giving her closure? Do you secretly dislike her all this time?”

Jeonghan looks at him sharply, daring him to say more about how he feels about you. He knows Seungcheol threw the last sentence just to spite him, because of all his friends, you’re closest with Jeonghan and the feeling is pretty much mutual. Of all the partners Seungcheol has had, you’re the one that clicks with him the most; you seem to care about Seungcheol’s friends the same way you would your own friends. If there’s anything Jeonghan appreciates, it’s loyalty.

Always loyalty.

He’s sure he would also be devastated due to your break up with Seungcheol if it means he might lose someone he treasures as much as you.

“It’d only be harder for her, you asshole.” He grits his teeth. “Why would you give her hope by doing this much preparation for a fucking goodbye trip?”

“Because she asked for the trip!”

“What you’re arranging is a romantic getaway not a goodbye trip!”

Seungcheol falters a little at this, and before he can say more, the intercom beeps, signaling the other guys’ arrival. They share one last look with each other before Jeonghan gets up and opens the door, Mingyu’s rowdy voice followed by Wonwoo and Seokmin immediately dissipates the tense in the living room.

A few hours later, it’s still a little awkward between Seungcheol and Jeonghan, Wonwoo and Seokmin approaches them separately, and when the only thing they get is a set of reassurance that they simply had a disagreement, they let it go and decide it’d be best not to bring it up for now.

“By the way,” Seokmin opens the talk as Mingyu puts down cans of beer on the table. Seungcheol immediately reaches for one and the others wait for Seokmin to continue talking. “Is your girlfriend okay? I saw her in the hospital today.”

The way Seungcheol immediately chokes on his drink would’ve been funny otherwise. He wants to make sure that it’s his girlfriend Seokmin is referring to, but he’s currently one of the only two people with a partner in this room and one of them is Seokmin himself.

“I–what?”

“Oh… you didn’t know?” The younger guy winces, though he thinks it’d be best to tell Seungcheol anyway. No matter how small it might’ve been, he would want to know if his girlfriend somehow had to visit the hospital. “I was visiting a friend and I saw her walk out of the building but she didn’t see me and she was already too far away for me to call for her.”

“She didn’t say… I didn’t even know she went to the hospital.”

Jeonghan holds back a snicker, of course he wouldn’t know. Seungcheol hasn’t exactly been attentive to you since the moment he realized he’s falling out of you, head too deep in guilt and his own thoughts that he forgets to actually take a look at what’s in front of him.

The conversation goes elsewhere, and once Seungcheol is sure the attention is no longer on him, he whips out his phone and texts you to ask if anything happened.

[20:31] did you go to the hospital today? seokmin said he saw you

[20:44] 💜: oh, yeah. severe cold case, no worries tho! Is seokmin ok?

[20:45] you literally said severe, how am i supposed not to worry?

[20:35] why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve gone with you to the hospital

[20:47] 💜: it’s still just a cold haha. i simply got checked just in case. but they made sure it’s nothing but cold.

[20:47] Calling 💜

“Please stop trying to make it look like you’re not sick.” Seungcheol cuts immediately into the case, standing in the kitchen where it’s less noisy. “Why didn’t you tell me? I was with you a few days ago.”

Huh. Wait.

Was that why you looked a little out of it?

He closes his eyes in contempt and curses himself for not noticing. No wonder you looked so lethargic. So much for a boyfriend.

“It’s really just a cold, Cheol.” You try to reassure him, though your strained voice nor the cough that follows right after aren’t really doing a good job doing so. “You know the weather has been crazy these days.”

“Still. Why would you go to the hospital alone?”

It’s not easy for you to blink back your tears as you press your lips together, hoping Seungcheol would mistake your heavy breathing is due to your cold. You wonder if Seungcheol does all of this purposely. What a cruel man he is, asking you to break up with him and then scolding you for not telling him you’re sick, that he’s worried and asked if you want him to come over tonight.

Does he or does not want to cut ties with you?

“Cheol… Look–I… I simply thought you’re busy and it’s no big deal. I should be fine after a few good night sleep, they didn’t even prescribe me that much medicine and that should say something, right?”

Something stirs in him at how exhausted you sound, and he imagines you’re laying down in your room by the sound of rustling he hears across the phone.

“Have you had dinner?” He asks instead, looking at the digital clock on Jeonghan’s fridge.

“Not yet. Maybe later.”

“Alright, I’ll just wrap it up here and come over.”

“What?” You immediately sit up, not exactly pleased with the way this conversation is going. “No, Cheol. Just hang out with the guys, I’ll be fine.”

“You’re sick, why would I be here?” He argues.

You sigh, not sure anymore the cause of your headache.

Is it your cold?

Is it him?

Probably both.

Why is Seungcheol so adamant in taking care of you when he has asked to break up last month and then asked once again not even a week ago?

Why couldn’t he be a jerk and just leave you alone?

Why does he feel the need to make sure your feelings are still intact when he has, according to himself, no longer felt the same intensity he thought one should have when they’re in a relationship?

It’s really your fucking fault for asking for him to reconsider. But, then again, you didn’t expect him to accept it at once–what was even the point of asking for a break up if you’re going to crumble after one refusal?

You didn’t know what to say the first time he asked for it. Because you know… you know it’s coming. You’ve felt the way he’s been pulling away, the way he’s been less and less interested in what you have to say, and how he’s been enjoying his time not talking to you than the other way around.

It hurts.

It hurts so much because this is the person who used to listen to you like you personally hang every single star in the universe by yourself, one that used to stare at you and pay attention to everything you say because he said he doesn’t want to miss anything only to miss half the things you’re saying because he’s too busy staring at you.

And when he asked the second time… you pretend to cough to hide your sniffle, wiping the tears that have managed to escape your eyes before you try to hurriedly hang up the phone.

“Cheol, I need to–”

“I’ll be there in forty minutes.”

He arrives in thirty, fusses over dinner and your air conditioner system and forces you to rest even after you relay what the doctor told you; that you should be okay in a few days.

It’s 1 in the morning when he leaves your place, and he only does so after you pretend to be asleep in hope he’d go home instead of staying over.

You feel him caresses your cheek softly and pats your head before he leaves, and you’re pretty sure you can feel him staring at you for a good three minutes before you hear your front door click.

You fall asleep an hour later because you’re too exhausted from crying and your head is pounding because of the same reason.

Fuck Choi Seungcheol.

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𝑹𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒑𝒕.𝟒 - 𝑳.𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈

𓆉Pairing: heeseung + female reader!

𓆉Warnings: smut, blow job, oral, pet names, mommy kink, unprotected sex, public sex, cream pie, edging, over stimulation, cock warming, praise kink, insecurity, cursing, alcohol, jealousy, angst, crying, sub heeseung.

𓆉Genre: best friends, smut, 18+, read at your own discretion.

𓆉Summary: nothing sounded better than spending a relaxing day on the beach with heeseung and your friends, but what happens when you go to grab a drink and a guy suddenly approaches you at the bar and heeseung happens to notice you two?

𓆉Number of words: 6,5k (wasn’t supposed to be this long :/)

Find your way around!

It’s finally here!!!! Hope you all enjoy don’t forget to comment and reblog!

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

The whole car ride to the beach was filled with nothing but whining and complaining cause you and heeseung “took too long to get ready,” and according to Sunghoon, the sun had already started to go down. (Which it hadn’t. It was still really early) mind you, the ride was like 5 minutes tops, and you were going to lose it if you heard Jay scolding you for sleeping late one more time. The only thing that was keeping you sane was sitting on heeseung’s lap while he discreetly rubbed your thigh and the soft rumbles in his chest whenever he laughed at one of the guys for complaining.

Luckily you all had arrived at your destination before you got a headache. Once Jay found a parking spot, you all filtered out of the van. You and heeseung were the last to leave cause he was trapping you in his arms and pinning you against his chest. “Let’s just stay here” he placed a kiss on your shoulder while massaging your thighs.

“Stop it hee! Before we get caught,” you giggled.

“Let ‘em watch” You glared over your shoulder, and he quickly put his hands up in defense.

“I’m only kidding. You know I don’t want anyone seeing you the way I get to” he kissed your neck softly. “Unless,” he added with a lighthearted tone.

“I hate you,” you both laughed as he freed you from his arms, allowing you to exit the minivan.

“If anyone even tries checking you out, you send them my way,” he said while grabbing your bags from the trunk.

“Getting a little possessive now, are we?” You smirked.

“Is that a problem for you?” You expected him to deny it, but you were pleasantly surprised when he didn’t.

“Not at all” You closed the trunk while he picked up your bags up from the ground.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked confidently. “Now, let’s go before Sunghoon starts his never-ending complaining” You both shared a laugh and walked to the beach together.

“Look who finally decided to show,” Sunoo chimes this time while the rest of the group sighs in annoyance looks like they weren’t just only getting on your nerves today.

“Look who decided to help me with the bags,” heeseung rebuttals.

“It’s like three bags,” sunoo scoffs.

“Then take them!” You laughed at the meaningless banter between them. You went next to heeseung and took the bags, leaving them both speechless with their mouths gaping open.

Once you found a decent spot that was a bit more secluded, you started unpacking.

“I could have taken them, you know,” Heeseung says once he catches up to you.

“And when was that going to be?” You look up at him standing above you with your hand over your eyes to shield you from the beaming sun.

“Not you too, I can’t take any more complaints,” he whined and plopped down on the blanket that you spread out.

“It’s okay. I know you want to be treated like a princess anyway, so I carried them for you,” you stated.

“I do not!” He defended. “I’m a manly man,” he nods.

You hum in acknowledgment, deciding to agree with his claim even though you know it was a complete lie.

After you got everything set, you pulled out the sunscreen and started applying it to your upper body.

Heeseung watched you enviously, not cause he wanted to put it on you but cause he wanted you to put it on him.

But how could he tell you that without being accused of wanting to be treated like a princess?

A brilliant idea pops into his head when you finish putting your sunscreen on.

He grabbed the bottle for a moment and pretended to think. “Can you put some on my back? It’s just, you know, kinda hard to reach, so..” he trailed off, and you noticed the blush dusting his cheeks, and it definitely wasn’t from the sun.

“Of course, princess” You tapped his nose, and his mouth parted to fight you back, but only a small little sigh escaped his lips before he closed his mouth cause he knew you were right. He wanted you to take care of him, and there was no getting around it. “Turn over” You smiled at his obedience and spanked his bottom. He let out a tiny squeak causing you to smile even wider from his cuteness.

“Me next” You saw a shadow appear from behind you, and you could already tell who it was from his playful tone.

“Jake, isn’t your girlfriend like ten feet away from you?” You question.

“Oh yeah,” he’s hit with the realization and makes his way over to her. “Baby!” He shouts, and you shake your head.

“Imagine forgetting you have a girlfriend,” heeseung chuckles.

“Imagine,” you smile as you squeeze another dollop of sunscreen on his lower back.

You rubbed the white lotion-like substance on his tan skin and massaged it in. When you were finished, you placed your hand inside his swim trunks and started rubbing his butt. You thought he would have stopped you, but you should’ve known he’d like that.

“Why’d you stop?” He whined.

You shook your head slightly and ignored him. “Turn over hee.”

“Okay!” He said excitedly and turned over so you could do his chest. Before you could even get more sunscreen, another voice interrupted you, and you sighed.

“Go find Hoon,” you said to Sunoo. Without even turning around, you watched his shadow disappear from behind you, and you breathed a sigh of relief. You knew it was supposed to be a trip you all took together, but right now, you just wanted to spend time with heeseung.

Besides, you weren’t going to be everyone’s personal sunscreen applier when there were like three other people that could do it for each other they’d just have to get past their male egos and let another man put it on for them, simple as that.

Heeseung was leaning on his elbows while you rubbed the sunscreen all over his pecs.

“Y/n!” Of course, it just had to be him.

“Fuck off, hoon,” you said, half joking, half serious.

“Okay, damn, I was just going to ask you to help me put sunscreen on my back.”

“Didn’t Sunoo already help you with that?” He stared at your back, confused.

“This is my first time hearing of this” he squinted his eyes. “Are you lying just for me to leave you alone?”

“No hoon” Your shoulders dropped, and you sighed loudly. “Just go find him.”

“Sunoo!” He yelled and walked up the small hill of sand in search of his friend, that was conveniently nowhere to be found

“Looks like they have it figured out,” Heeseung commented as he looked to his side and saw Jay and Jungwon peacefully applying each other's sunscreen.

“Good, I don’t think I could take it if somebody else came up to me. I’m already occupied with you,” you said and made sure the coast was clear before dipping your hand inside his shorts and taking hold of his length.

His mouth parted, a shocked gasp leaving his lips as your fingers tickled along his shaft.

He just stared at the front of his shorts for a moment, not being able to grasp the entirety of the situation until he felt your hand lightly squeezing around his base.

You bit your lip to hide your smile as you started working your hand up and down on his dick.

“Y/n!” He whisper, shouts, eyes frantically darting to all the beachgoers. “What are you doing?” He kept his voice low, trying his best not to show just how much he was panicking.

“Nothing,” you say innocently as you rub your thumb over his already wet tip.

His head fell back, and he closed his eyes as he felt you rubbing the wetness over his girth, making the slide of your hand even more pleasing. “What if someone sees?!” He bites back a moan and opens his eyes to look at you, and you can tell by his blown pupils and half-lidded eyes as he stares back at you that he was already a goner.

“What happened to let ‘em watch?” you teased him for the comment he made earlier.

“No, I don’t want anyone but you seeing me,” he whined.

“Well, if you keep turning your head in every direction, you’re bound to grab someone’s attention,” you scold. “Be a good boy and keep quiet for Mommy, yeah?”

“Fuck okay” he released a shaky breath and succumbed to your persuasive touch with little to no fight.

You leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the lips. His eyes fluttered open when you pulled away, and he looked so cute, with his stomach tensing and biting on his lip to hold back his whimpers, even though a few slipped out every now and then.

The closer he got to cumming, the harder it was for him to stay quiet. He wanted to be good for you so badly, but he just couldn’t. It felt way too good for him to stay quiet. “M-mommy,” he moaned right when he was on the edge, but you stopped before he could fall and get lost in the whirlpool of pleasure. “F-fuck, I’m sorry,” he panted and ran his fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay, baby boy, just meet mommy in the bathroom in five” You checked your surroundings one last time and kissed his forehead before you left.

Five minutes felt like five hours, especially with his ranging boner that felt like it could bust if his swim trunks brushed it the right way.

His eyes flashed over to his friends. Jake was busy eating his girlfriend’s face. Sunoo and Sunghoon were still fighting about sunscreen while Jay and Jungwon had gotten in the water.

He could barely take five steps before he heard Jake shouting his name. “Where's, y/n? We’re about to go swimming.

“I don’t know, I’ll go find her,” heeseung rushed out while discreetly adjusting his shorts so his hard-on wasn’t on full display.

“Hurry! And don’t take a whole fucking hour this time,” heeseung sighed.

“For fucks sake,” he mumbled to himself, wondering why the fuck everyone was micro-managing you two all of a sudden.

He finally made it to the bathroom and whispered your name to figure out which stall you were in.

You quickly opened the door and snatched him inside by the waistband of his shorts. “Took you long enough.”

“I was- never mind,” he said when you pulled down his shorts without giving him any time to explain.

“We have to hurry,” you said while getting on your knees and spitting in your palm, taking his length into your hand stroking him it up and down.

“Y-yeah, they are waiting on u-us,” he groaned, resting his head against the door.

“Then you have to make it quick” You winked and tapped his tip on your tongue before swallowing him whole until his tip was touching the back of your throat.

That shouldn’t be a problem, given the circumstances. “Yes, Mommy,” he moaned, and you loved how pliant he instantly became. He balled his fists at his sides when your lips wrapped tightly around his base.

You hummed around his length as a thin string of salty precum hit your taste buds and slithered down your throat as you sucked him off.

You placed your hands on the backs of his toned thighs and trailed them higher until you reached his ass and kneaded the soft flesh in your palms.

His body shudders, and his eyes fall close while little whimpers echo in the small space of the bathroom stall.

He bucked his hips involuntarily, the head of his cock pushing out your inner cheek, making it bulge.

You pressed your palms into his ass, forcing his hips forward until his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat. You gagged around him immediately, but something about choking on his cock was so thrilling that you did it again and again until you felt him twitching inside your wet mouth, and soon his warm cum spurted all over your tongue and down your throat. “M-mommy,” his voice cracked as more soft whimpers emitted from his throat.

A satisfactory hum rises in your chest as you close your eyes and swallow down his seed.

His hips came to a halt, and he trembled in over-sensitivity as the last dribbles of his cum filled up your mouth.

His upper body was heaving up and down his neck, and his chest was a bright shade of red while he tried to calm down and catch his breath.

You licked his shaft like a cold treat on a hot summer day until every last bit of his cum was swallowed up.

You squeezed his ass playfully, and he whimpered, enjoying the soft yet aggressive touch.

You giggle and pull his shorts back around his waist before he helps you up from the floor. “Always such a good boy for Mommy” You pulled him closer to you by the drawstring of his shorts and caught his lips in a kiss. He shamelessly moaned into your mouth when he tasted himself on your tongue.

He slipped his hand inside your bikini and started fondling your ass. When he pulled your strap to your top down, you had to pull away cause he was getting a bit too handsy, and you still had to get back before the others got suspicious of your whereabouts. “We should go before… you know,” you say reluctantly and rest your forehead on his while exchanging each others breaths.

“But what about you?” He whines and pushes his face into the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin but being careful enough not to leave a hickey behind.

You straightened out your clothes and wrapped your arms around his thin waist. “Later,” you say, 'cause the risk of getting caught wasn’t worth it.

“No,” he whined again. “Let me just…” He put his hand inside your bottoms and pressed the pads of his fingers against your clit, making you gasp from the sudden pleasure. “…Make you feel good” he placed sloppy wet kisses along your jawline as he backed you up against the wall. “I’ll make it quick, I promise” he dropped down to his knees, pulling your bathing suit down around your ankles.

He wasted no time flattening his tongue and lapping up your arousal, moaning as soon as he got a taste of you. “Taste so good, Mommy” he looked up at you innocently, blinking his eyes while he wrapped his lips around his clit, pleasuring the tiny bud with his warm wet mouth.

“That’s a good boy” You ran your fingers through his hair as he pushed two of his fingers inside your wet heat and easily found your spot, caressing it over and over.

Just the look in his eyes as he ate you out was enough to make you cum. He looked so good on his knees like that. “Right there, my prince, keep g-going” you stuttered when you felt your high slowly creeping up on you.

He moaned erotically as you praised him. The soft look he gave you as he swirled his tongue on your clit was what ultimately sent you toppling over as a wave of euphoria crashed over you.

Your tight cunt clenched down on him as his fingers strummed against your thigh, making your whole body shake with pleasure as little goosebumps formed all over your skin. “My good boy,” you praised him over and over again until your orgasm started to slowly fade out. “So handsome” You stroked his cheek as he removed his fingers and sucked them clean you wondered how he could look so cute while doing something so filthy.

He grabbed some tissues, cleaned you up a little, and pulled your bikini back to its original place as you helped him up.

You shared sneaky smiles and gave each other one last little peck. He grabbed your head and led you out of the bathroom. “Wait, what if someone sees us together?” You question.

“It’s fine. I told them I was looking for you anyways” he squeezes your hand a little and smiles. “Come on. Apparently, we’re supposed to go swimming.”

“Oh no,” you laugh and follow heeseung out of the bathroom once the coast is clear.

“Oh yes,” he says, both of you already knowing it was going to turn into some type of crazy swimming contest where whoever loses has to do something dumb like skinny dipping at three AM.

After you all went swimming, luckily, Jake was the one who got his own punishment well, along with Sunghoon. The both of them had to sleep in the same bed together when they got back to the hotel.

You were all currently soaking up the last bits of sun before you called it a day. “I’m gonna get a drink. You want one?” You asked heeseung, who was still lying beside you. He gave you a small nod.

“Pick something for me,” he smiled.

“Okay!” You made your way to the drink stand and ordered. You got heeseung the same drink as you while you were waiting on your order you heard a male voice greeting you.

“Hey beautiful,” the stranger said, and you rolled your eyes and turned around to face him.

“Hi!” You greeted him politely cause you didn’t want to be rude.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?” He approached you and sat down on one of the seats.

“I’m actually here with my boyfriend,” you pointed to heeseung, who was a couple of feet away.

“Lucky guy,” the nameless man states, not that you cared about knowing his name, but if he was going to try to approach women, he should at least properly introduce himself first.

You chuckled awkwardly while trying to let him down easy.

Your drinks were finally ready, and you were praying to a higher being that you could now slip away from this very off-putting gentleman without him saying anything else.

But unfortunately, that did not happen.

“You know, if I was your boyfriend, I wouldn’t let a pretty little thing like you out of my sight” he looked at you from head to toe which made you even more uncomfortable.

“Yeah, haha,” you laughed uncomfortably.

Heeseung turned his head searching for you. You were taking a bit long just to get a drink, but oh, how he wished he hadn’t when he saw you laughing with some random guy, and your smile looked way too bright just for it to be a friendly conversation.

Suddenly he felt sick, and his heart dropped to his stomach after seeing you like that with a man that wasn’t him.

Heeseung knew he wasn’t your boyfriend, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to be and even fantasizing about the idea of it and to see you seemingly having the time of your life with a guy you just met felt like absolute shit to him, especially after doing what he did with you earlier in that stall.

He got up and wordlessly walked back to the van to grab his clothes. “Where are you going?” He heard Jungwon say behind him.

“I’m not feeling too well. I’m gonna head back to the hotel,” heeseung muttered dejectedly.

“Want me to drive you?” Jay offered even though the hotel was a few minutes away.

“No, I’m good,” heeseung faked, smiled, and declined the offer knowing that he was probably going to cry on the way there, and he didn’t want to do that in front of his friends and ruin their day with his stupidity.

“Suit yourself,” Jay reclined and lowered his shades.

“We’re gonna have a campfire. Come back later if you feel better,” Jake shouted to heeseung before he got too far away.

“Yeah yeah,” heeseung whispers.

You had finally got away from that weirdo and escaped the very uncomfortable, awkward conversation. You walked back over to your spot, but heeseung was nowhere to be found. “Where’s heeseung?” You asked Sunghoon.

“Fuck off, y/n,” he jokingly responded the same way you did when he came up to you earlier.

You smacked his bare chest, earning a pained whine from him. “Where is he?” You asked again.

“I heard him say something about not feeling well, so he went back to the hotel,” he explained while holding his chest where you had slapped him.

“Oh,” you pouted. He seemed perfectly fine before you went to get drinks. You thought about calling him, but you figured he might be asleep, so you just decided not to disturb him and spend time with the rest of the group, mainly jakes girlfriend, cause all the guys besides Jungwon had managed to kill whatever little brain cells you had left.

As the sun started to set, you were informed about a campfire that apparently Jake came up with. You were interested, but without heeseung, it did feel a little bit dead.

You loved spending time with all of them equally, but since the first night you spent with heeseung, you just didn’t want to leave his side, but nevertheless you still tried to enjoy the moment.

Heeseung had balled up on his bed in the hotel, the scene of you talking with that guy still fresh in his mind.

How could you have sex in the morning and willingly give him head in the empty bathroom stall to just minutes later flirt with some other guy? It just wasn’t adding up in his head.

Until he realized that you and him were probably just a quick summer fling with no actual feelings involved, at least on your side anyway.

Especially since you wanted to keep everything you did with him a secret, he assumed he was just a quick, extremely easy fuck for you and nothing more.

The more he thought about it, the worse he felt for thinking you two could grow into something more. He had a hope, a very stupid hope, that by the time you all went home that he’d be able to call you his, but obviously, that was not going to happen.

He flipped over and looked at the clock that read nine ten. A text alert knocked him out of his thoughts as he unlocked his phone and saw the message from Jake telling him about the campfire and he supposed he’d go since he wasn’t actually feeling Ill besides, he didn’t want to kill the evening with his love life drama.

He took a quick shower and changed into some comfortable clothes before walking back down to the beach.

Before he could reach you guys, a girl suddenly approached him out of nowhere. “Hey, handsome,” she said to him, a sweet tone laced in her voice accompanied by a pleasant bright smile.

“H-hi,” he scratched his nape awkwardly, a blush rising to his cheeks from the compliment.

“Let me buy you a drink,” she says and extends her hand for him to take, which he does immediately and follows her to the bar.

“So handsome. Tell me your name,” she says and takes a sip of her cocktail.

“I’m heeseung,” he answered simply.

She gave him a flirtatious smile. “I like that.”

“And how about you? What’s your name? Other than beautiful, that is,” he flirts back, making the girl giggle shyly.

“You have to work for it” Another fit of drunken giggles fall from her glossy lips.

“Oh?” He cocked a brow and smirked at her insinuation. “I don’t mind getting my hands dirty if you know what I mean” he winked and raised his cup to his lips, taking a drink of his beer.

“I love a hard-working man,” she continues to flirt with him.

“Damn it, heeseung, where are you?” Jake says, annoyed. “He said he’d be here by now.”

The group's eyes roamed the beach in search of their friend, and so did yours.

Once your eyes finally landed on him, you thought you weren’t seeing clearly, but when you got just a little closer, you could tell that it was him from his mannerisms, and your eyes nearly bulged from their sockets when you saw that he was sitting with a girl.

Not just a girl but a girl that had her filthy hand on his shoulder while laughing, and when you saw him laughing with her, that made your blood boil cause what the fuck did he think he was doing?

“I’m here for a few more days, too I’ll give you my number so we can hang out sometime,” she says, reaching for her phone to exchange contacts.

“Sounds like a pla-“You cut his words off and grabbed his hand, dragging him away from his chair. “What the hell, y/n?”

“Me, what the hell? I should be saying that to you,” you say once you get to a more private area.

He snatched his hand away from you, and boy did that make you even more upset.

“Why the fuck are you talking to her?” You said angrily, to which he just scoffed and rolled his eyes. He had one more time to give you that bratty little attitude.

“I don’t see why it matters” he was walking on thin ice, and he didn’t even know it.

“You can’t be serious with me right now,” you said a bit more softly, and you felt hurt cause why wouldn’t it matter to you? He was already yours, and nobody else’s.

“Why do you care? Seriously” he folded his arms.

You had no idea where this was even coming from. You were both doing so good earlier, and now you weren’t. “Why wouldn’t I?”

He laughed sarcastically at you, pretending like he meant anything to you to begin with. “What happened? Couldn’t score a date with tall, dark, and handsome, so you use me as your rebound?”

You stayed silent for a moment to process his words, and you couldn’t believe that’s what he gathered from seeing you talking to some random guy, it felt terrible knowing he thought you were just using him for sex. “Rebound?” You said with a confused expression.

“Yeah, I’m just your fucking rebound, someone who’s easy to fuck when you want to, someone who’s willing to stick around even though you want to keep them a secret, and someone who fucking wants to be yo-” he stopped himself mid-sentence before he said something stupid that couldn’t be taken back. “Just go find somebody else to screw.”

That was it.

He tried to walk away from you, but you caught his wrist once again and walked away from the beach.

“Y/n, stop” he pulled away from you, but you just held his wrist tighter and dragged him back to your guy's hotel room. “What do you think you’re doing? People are looking at us like we’re crazy.”

He complained, but you could give two fucks about who was looking at you two right now.

“Take off your shirt,” you said sternly while locking the door to your guy’s room.

“Y/n I-“

“Take. Off. your. Shirt.” you punctuated each word. “Don’t make me say it again.”

He gulped and slowly removed his shirt button by button as his heart rate increased with each one.

You walked closer to him and looked at his bottoms. “Now those” he parted his mouth to speak, but the look on your face made him close it instantly as he pulled down his shorts and kicked them off, leaving him completely naked in front of you. “Bed,” you pointed, and he slowly sat down on it, pathetically enough, he could already feel his dick becoming hard.

“Now,” you say as you straddle his waist and place your crotch right above his. “What makes you think I want to screw anybody other than you” You wrapped your arms around his neck and slowly placed kiss after kiss on his jawline.

“I-I don’t know” he was already losing it just from your soft kisses on his neck and jaw.

“You must know,” you say as you run your fingers through his hair.

“I jus- fuck” he moaned when you rolled your hips against his hard leaking cock. “I don’t know. You looked into that guy.”

“Well, I wasn’t,” you tell him earnestly. “I was everything but into him.”

“O-oh,” he mutters, feeling entirely embarrassed about throwing a tantrum over something that didn’t even happen.

“Is that why you thought it was okay to go talk to some random girl?” You questioned, and he shrunk back from the clear annoyance in your tone.

“I was just trying to move o-“ You tugged roughly on his hair, unimpressed by his roundabout answer.

“Yes or no” You gave him only two options cause, the way you saw it, there was no in-between.

“Y-yes,” he admits.

“What a shame. I’m so disappointed in you passing me up for someone you don’t even know, assuming I just go around fucking guys whenever I want,” you tsked.

He wanted to deny it so badly, but that’s what he accused you of, and he felt horrible for it. “Mommy, I’m sorry” he tried to wrap his arms around your waist, but you pushed them away.

As hard as it was to say no to him with those puppy eyes of his, you had to because he needed to learn his lesson. “No touching baby, you’ve been a very bad boy,” you said, stroking his forehead.

“No! I swear I won’t do it again, please, Mommy, please I’m so sorry” he definitely wasn’t making it easy for you. Luckily, you had enough self-control not to give in to him so easily though.

You shook your head back and forth. “And the whole time, I thought my prince was a good boy just willing to do anything to please his mommy,” you pouted. “But I was so wrong.”

“I am good for you. I’ll be the best boy for you” It was obvious that he was desperate to touch you, but that wasn’t going to happen because a well-deserved punishment was in order.

“No, no, no,” you shook your head.

“Pl-please,” he stuttered as you rolled your core on his cock, covering him in your wetness.

You grabbed his hands and pinned his wrist behind his head, using your free hand to tilt his head upwards so you could see his desperation. “Now prove to me that you’re still my good boy, show Mommy” he nodded eagerly, ready to do anything you asked of him.

You pushed your bikini bottom to the side, hovering your core over his rock-hard cock, sinking down on him slowly, causing him to whimper as soon his tip entered you. “M-mommy feels so good,” he moans as his eyes roll back into his head.

Just feeling his tip inside was outer worldly. It felt so good to have his girthy cock fucking open your tight hole. “You always fill mommy up so well with your big cock, baby boy,” you whisper on his lips, swiping your tongue along his bottom one, earning a quiet whimper from him. The small gasp of air leaves a perfect opening to stick your tongue inside his mouth and explore every inch of him.

You felt his bound hands twitching every now and then. You could tell he was trying so hard to keep himself from touching you and you were proud of him for not caving.

As you rocked your hips, you pushed yourself deeper on his shaft, making his jaw go slack as he looked up at you with clouded eyes.

His mouth was parted open slightly, and you used the opportunity to gather a ball of saliva in your mouth and transfer it to his. “Swallow,” you whispered and placed your hands on his shoulders, gaining leverage to bounce on his cock faster.

He immediately gulped down the sticky substance, and you didn’t miss the way he twitched inside you while doing so. “You like that?” You ask teasingly as you see pink blush rising to his ears and chest.

“So much, Mommy” he nodded his head. “Please, can I touch you?” He whimpered.

“No, can do, naughty boy. You need to learn a lesson” You let go of his hands. “Don’t move,” you say while trailing your hands up and down his exposed sides.

You could hear an audible gulp when you pressed the pads of your thumbs on his nipples.

With the way you were riding him, mixed with the stimulation on his nipples and the taste of your saliva still on his tongue, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer.

You leaned down and kissed his rosy chest trailing your the tip of your tongue along his collarbone as you suddenly slowed your pace, leaving him feeling mixed emotions as his orgasm got further and further away. “Why?” He whined with a choked sob looking up at you with a pleading look in his big brown shiny eyes.

You pecked his red pouty lips and picked up the pace again, bouncing up and down at a faster pace than before, and he could feel his orgasm building up inside him again. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted breathlessly. He was seconds away from letting go, and you stopped moving, leaving him breathless and balling his fists for dear life.

He huffed out a breath of air, head spinning while he looked at you with what looked like tears in his eyes. “M-mommy, please, I’ve been a good boy for you,” he whines, and it takes every last fiber of his being to restrain himself from touching you, but somehow he still managed not to cause he wanted to prove to you that he was still your good boy even after making you mad.

You ignored him again and edged him for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was only a few minutes.

He was whining nonstop, his body fully flushed red and his breath hitching every time his tip brushed against your spot. “You’re doing so good, baby boy,” you praised him and wiped a tear from his cheek. “Think you can be good for a little longer? Hmm?” Your release wasn’t far off, and you couldn’t hold back much longer as the sticky sounds between your bodies became more pronounced the harder you bounced on his thick cock.

“Yes! Anything for you,” he rushed out, hoping you were finally going to let him cum. He was so hard that he was sure his dick had turned purple by now. He needed to cum in you, or else he felt like he was going to faint.

“Mama's boy,” you kissed his forehead, and he melted at your praise. He turned into absolute mush hearing you call him that. “Go ahead, prince cum inside your mommy.”

You could feel his length stiffen inside you as he emptied his cum deep in your pulsating cunt. Strong spurts of seed splashed against your walls, wetting your insides with his sweet, warm release. “Fuck, Mommy,” he whined, and he couldn’t resist hugging his arms around you and burying his face in your chest as his cock throbbed inside you.

He was moaning against your chest. His hot, heavy breath on your skin made your nipples harden as you came seconds after him with loud, obscene moans. “So good, my sweet prince” You choked on air as you came clenching around his cock. “Your cock always makes mommy feel so good” You threw your head back, moaning uncontrollably, using the last bits of strength in your thighs to ride out your highs together.

His whimpering only made you want to hear him more, and you rolled your hips again, over stimulating him until he was crying out moan after moan. “It hurts,” he whines but makes no moves to stop you. “Please s-sto- fuck fuck fuck” he slurred his words. It was so sensitive that it was painful, but it hurt so good. “Gonna cum again, m-mommy, can I please? oh god please, let me cum need to fill you up, mommy, please”

He sounded so cute, begging for your permission to cum that you couldn’t say no. “Go on, baby boy” You smiled and pushed his hair away from his forehead so you could watch his pretty little orgasm face. “Fill mommy up,” you whisper.

“Thank you, Mommy,” he moaned and bit your chest as he spilled his cum into you for the second time tonight, filling you up to the brim with his thick creamy cum just the way you liked it.

“Yes,” you hissed from the slight sting of his teeth seeping into your flesh. “So full,” you clenched around him, milking him dry, marveling at how warm and full you felt inside.

You lowered your head and kissed him messily, still rocking your hips and making a mess of his abdomen.

“My good boy,” you whispered on his lips as he squeezed your waist, pressing you against his chest, allowing you to feel his wild heartbeat.

“Your good boy,” he said in between heavy breaths smoothing his palms over your sweaty back. “Your good boy”

You both release a satisfactory hum as you ride out your highs together. It was so warm and wet the feeling was too addicting to stop words couldn’t describe how much you loved being full of his cum.

“I c-can’t,” he whispered and shook his head. “T-too sensitive,” he mumbles.

“It’s okay, my sweet prince. You did so good for Mommy” he leaned back and smiled at you exhaustedly.

“I’m sorry,” he pouted and hugged you again.

“Shh,” you slowly rubbed his back. “It’s okay, let mommy clean you up now, yeah?” You kissed his forehead and tried to get off of him but he wouldn’t let you.

“No, stay” he latched on to you even tighter and pulled the blanket over your body, his dick still very much inside of you.

He hugged you against his chest, and you could feel him still trembling under you.

You made a mental note not to go so hard on him next time. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t be mad at me” he nuzzled his face in your neck, sniffling softly.

Your heart dropped the second you heard his broken voice. “I’m not mad, okay?” You stroked your fingers through his hair. He lifted his head, looking at you with a smile and bloodshot eyes.

“You’re not?” He pouted.

“No, I could never be mad at you,” you whispered and kissed his cheek. “Never”

“I jus-“ you shushed him with your index finger. “You can explain tomorrow. For now, get some sleep, my sweet prince. You need it” You booped his nose, and he hid his blushing face in your neck.

“Yes, Mommy” he said cutely while hugging you tightly in his arms and closing his eyes.

“Night, my handsome boy,” you gave him a million Little pecks all over his face.

“Goodnight, Mommy” he whispers.

You felt your eyelids getting heavy as you listened to his heartbeat returning to back to normal.

There was still a lot of time left on your guy's vacation, and you were tired of sneaking around with him.

After seeing him with another girl, you were one hundred percent sure of your feelings for him, and you weren’t going to keep them a secret any longer and risk someone else taking him from you.

You just hoped he felt the same way about you too, cause after the first night at the hotel, you felt attached to him on a deeper level that went beyond friends, and you didn’t want to let go of him anytime soon.

As your eyes fell shut, the last thing on your mind was making him yours.

FIN

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[babydollmarauders]

MINE — TREVOR ZEGRAS

request: “Hi! I love your work! <3 Can you make a little comfort fic with Trevor? Like someone said something nasty about the reader and Trevor's relationship like he's not good enough for her and that he couldn't please her like he could, so Trevor gets all protective and fights him and when he comes home, he's all cuddly and clingy because he's scared that the reader is gonna leave him?”

summary: in which y/n sees two new sides of Trevor: protectiveness and fear.

warnings: profanity, fighting

notes: i don’t really know how i feel about this one. i definitely don’t think angst is really my strong suit, but i tried! p.s. i drew a very minimal and light inspiration from Mine by Taylor Swift for this one.

at this point i feel like it’s a universal experience among girls to have a guy friend with an obvious crush on you but you don’t like them that way.

for me, that guy is my friend, Drew. he and i became friends in high school, and when we both enrolled in the same college, i was excited to have a close friend there with me. but in our freshman year things started standing out to me more, the looks that Drew sent me from across the room, the way that he would glare down any guy who so much as looked at me, the way he was quick to drop any other plans in order to hang out with me. and then in sophomore year, i noticed the continuous compliments, the increased touching, and the way that he would start commenting about how ‘special’ our friendship is.

suffice it to say that i was hoping he would get the hint and back off when i started dating my boyfriend Trevor. but now it’s been a year and he’s only gotten more obvious with his advances.

which brings us to tonight. my friend, Lila is hosting an early graduation party at her house and of course our entire friend group is here, including Drew, who’s already drunk, an hour into the party. i’m standing in the living room in a circle of my close friends, all talking about how glad they are to be free from college. we all worked hard to graduate a semester early, and we may have only gotten associate’s degrees but it doesn’t change how done we were with school by the time we got out of our last ever class yesterday. my gaze bounces between my friends and the front door, waiting for my boyfriend to arrive. he just got back from a week long roadie yesterday and i’ve yet to see him since arrived back in town, so he agreed to come and stay an hour before taking me back to his apartment.

“girl, you look like a crazy person with your eyes twitching back and forth like that!” Lila laughs, nudging into my shoulder with her own. “calm down, hun! i’m sure he’ll be here soon.”

“yeah, i know. i’m just excited. i haven’t seen him in eight days.” my smile is weak and it only dims when i catch sight of Drew rolling his eyes. he’s never been one to keep a filter when he drinks. but it’s forgotten when i glance back towards the door and my eyes lock with the subject of our discussion. i bounce on my feet a couple times, waiting for him to make his way over, but i eventually lose my patience when i see him get stopped by a guy. who, based on his passionate gestures, i’m assuming is a fan of the Anaheim Ducks. i watch as Trevor smiles and nods, exchanging words with the random who holds his attention, and i know if i don’t get over there soon it could potentially never end. Trevor could talk about hockey all night if someone would let him, which i have on numerous occasions. sending one more smile over to my friends, i step towards my boyfriend, but i’m rooted in place by a hand wrapping around my wrist, pulling me back.

“what are you even doing with him y/n/n?” i spin back around at Drew’s voice.

“what?” i pack a mighty bite into my one worded response, but Drew obviously doesn’t seem to catch it.

“he’s not good enough for you. you literally just said he left you alone for eight days.” he looks up and scowls over my shoulder, probably looking at Trevor. “i could treat you so much better than that pretty boy does.”

i’m stunned into silence at his outburst. my lips open and close, and i’m begging for something, anything, to come out. he’s never been this up front about his feelings for me, and i had naively hoped that he never would be. taking my silence as an invitation to keep going, Drew speaks once again.

“could definitely please you better than he could too.” my blood boils, and i swear i see red. but before i can jump to the defense of my boyfriend, i’m lightly pushed to the side and i look over in time to see Trevor barreling past me, straight to Drew. He shoves him but Drew’s hand is still gripped on my wrist, making him pull me forward when he stumbles.

“get your hand off my girlfriend before i remove it for you, asshole.” Trevor’s voice is low and he speaks between clenched teeth. “i’ve put up with your pining glances and your barely subtle remarks for this long, because she’s too nice to say it to your face, but i will. she’s not interested in you. she never will be. and the fact that she’s made that clear multiple times and you still won’t back off doesn’t make you ‘persistent’. it makes you a creep.”

Drew lets go of my arm but it only takes one look at him to guess his next move, and before i can warn Trevor or pull him out of the way, Drew’s fist connects with his face. i gasp, my hand flying up to cover my open mouth, and feel myself being pulled back from the brewing fight by dainty hands. Lila’s, i assume.

Trevor doesn’t go down, instead he just laughs, like Drew’s punch was nothing but a bee sting. Drew’s face pinches in confusion at Trevor’s reaction, but he doesn’t get much time to ponder it before Trevor throws his own punch directly at Drew’s nose. i hear the crunch before Drew’s body crumples to the floor in two seconds flat. my wide eyes scan the scene in front of me, my boyfriend shaking out his hand, no doubt bruises will line his knuckles in the morning, and blood dripping down Drew’s face.

“you can talk your shit about me, you can curse my name, hit me, i don’t care. but you keep your hands off my damn girlfriend.” Trevor spits out, looking down his nose at my now ex-friend, before he turns around. he takes ahold of my hand and marches out of the house with his head held high. i glance back at my other friends, my eyes still as wide as saucers and my lips mouthing silent apologies. Lila waves her hand in a dismissive motion, shrugging her shoulders, shaking her head, and mouthing her own words of ‘it’s okay’.

Trevor leads me to his car, opening the passenger door for me as if it’s just another date night, before jogging around and sliding into the drivers seat.

the drive back to his place is done in silence, and i make no attempts to break it. i can feel the energy radiating off of him. no longer hostile, but still tense. when we arrive, i trail behind him into his apartment. Trevor walks into his bedroom, mumbling something about getting changed and grabbing me a change of clothes, and i stand in the living room. his friend/teammate/roommate, Jamie, sits on the couch, locked into a video game but spares a quick glance at me.

“hey, you guys are back early.” his focus is immediately turned back to his game, and i’m not sure he expects a response but i reply anyways.

“yeah. it’s, uh, been a night.” Trevor is back quickly, handing me a pair of sweats that i left here and one of his t-shirts.

“you can go ahead and get changed and then we can watch a movie in my room.” he plants a kiss on my forehead, his lips lingering for a few seconds before he pulls back. i nod and walk down the hallway to his room, closing the door behind me. i take a couple minutes to change before opening the door and peeking my head out.

“you can come in, Trev.” i call down the hallway, and it’s not but a second before i see him jogging down the hall. he enters the room and jumps onto the middle of the bed, patting the space beside him.

“come cuddle with me. tell me everything i missed while i was gone.” i crawl up the bed, snuggling close into his arms and he tightens them around me, pressing my face to his chest.

“we talked every day.” i laugh. “i think you know more about what happened while you were gone than some of the people who were actually here.”

Trevor chuckles for a few moments before he speaks again, his voice somber.

“you know i hate having to leave you, right?” i look up at his face, about to make a joke but see the guilt-ridden expression on his face.

“yeah, no, i know that. it’s your job, Trev. does it suck being away from you? sure. but you’re good at what you do and the team needs you.” i raise my hand to his face, brushing my thumb against his cheek.

“are you upset? about what i did?” he looks so fragile, like my next words could make or break him.

“what? punching Drew? no. honestly, it brought me some relief.” i confess. “i’ve always been too afraid to outright reject him. i never gave any reason to think i liked him, so i thought maybe he would take the hint that i didn’t have those kinds of feelings for him. but obviously i was wrong. i feel way more guilty than i am upset. if i had just told him i didn’t like him, there wouldn’t’ve been a reason for you to have to fight him.”

“don’t.” the word comes out stern. his voice dropping into what almost seems like a growl. “don’t blame yourself. you may not have explicitly stated that you didn’t like him like that, but you showed it over and over again in your actions. i’ve seen the way you pull away from his touches, how you make up excuses to distance yourself when he says something too romantic, the faces you pull when he talks about how ‘special’ your friendship is. not to mention the fact that you have a boyfriend, and yet he still pulled that shit.”

i nod along to his words and press my head back onto his chest.

“so, you’re really not mad at me?” he asks.

“i’m really not mad at you. why would i be? you protected me. i’m grateful for you.” he gives me a brief squeeze, laying a kiss on the top of my head.

“i know how long you guys have been friends. i don’t know, i guess i thought maybe you would be mad that i may have ruined your friendship with him. i know you’ve chosen me before but-” his drops into a whisper before he speaks again. “i thought you might choose him over me this time.”

i pull back, shifting up in the bed more so that my face is directly in line with his. cradling his face with my hands and placing my forehead against his, i look into his eyes.

“i’ll never leave you alone.” i whisper. “Trev, you mean so much to me. is it gonna be different not having Drew as a friend anymore? yeah, i’ve known him since i was fourteen. but by now, with how he and i’s friendship was going, it never would’ve lasted. but you, you make me so happy. you make me feel seen, and heard, and loved. i love waking up next you, and going on coffee dates, and our movie nights. i love talking with you about stupid things, and staying up listening to you talk about your games. i love celebrating wins with you, and i love that you let me be there for you after a loss. i never loved him the way i love you. i would always choose you.”

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[saintship]

Can I request #20 with Soap please🥺 Hope you have a great day!!

Prompt #20 - “You’re safe with me.”

Medic reader time ;)

Soap Mactavish x Reader - Flight risk

Your training did not cover this. The first steps after relocating a patient with a fatal gunshot wound are clinical. Stop the bleeding. Clean the area. Remove fragments. Administer lost fluids. Not this.

He paced the safehouse wildly, leaving sickening trails of crimson everywhere that he stumbled. He checked the door, checked the windows, opened fire at the shadow of the truck outside, when was the last time he blinked?

“Soap, hold still!”

“Need to.. s’not safe here.. need to go.. keep moving.. exfil..”

“Sit down before I sedate you.” Your tone was harsh, but you were frantic on the inside; the pooling of his blood not helping your growing panic. He exhausted himself eventually, groaning as you removed his vest and cut open his shirt.

Pack the wound.

Finger over finger.

Keep steady pressure.

Keep calm.

“Doc..”

His voice was hoarse from overuse, his eyes low with weariness.

“Don’t talk, Sergeant..” You finally pack the gauze down so you could use your hands again and dig for your cleaning supplies.

“Tell Price it’s not his fault.”

Your movements stilled; his eyes were closing. You held his face in your hand, uttering a quiet apology before slapping him, jolting him awake.

“You are not dying here, Johnny. Do you understand me? Bite your tongue, keep fuckin’ breathing; I am not losing you.”

You cleaned his wound, his only reply to your sternness being grunts of pain. By the time you’d done everything you could, he’d returned to a hazy, but conscious state. You held his canteen to his lips.

“Drink.”

His eyes flickered to the container. “It’s Scotch..”

“Jesus Christ, Soap..” you confirmed his comment by smelling the contents, rolling your eyes. You held your own canteen to his lips, making sure he didn’t spill much. He drank eagerly; making your job easier for once in his life.

“Nearly slapped the brains outta me ‘ead..”

You don’t know how you’d dragged him to sit against the wall, but he was still struggling, broken phrases tumbling from his lips.

“I wasn’t going to let you die in this shithole.”

“So if we were in a castle?” He grinned crookedly.

“You’ve had a good run.”

You knew laughing hurt him slightly, but you were so selfish for the sight of it.

“You scared me.” You murmur.

“Gettin’ sweet on me?”

You grind your teeth absentmindedly, toying with the idea of just spilling your guts once and for all.

“Yeah, maybe a little.”

You held the canteen to his lips again to prevent any other incriminating questions before checking his pulse.

“You’re gonna be alright.”

“Obviously—I’ve got the best doctor around.”

“What is it with you flirting when you’re on the verge of dying?” You began gathering your tools.

“Thought you said I wasn’t?”

“You’re dodging my question.”

He huffed, adjusting his weight.

“I guess I lose my filter.”

“You don’t have a filter.”

“Oh, I do..” His tone became softer, his reply near immediate. His eyes trailed to the side as if to recall every time he’d held his tongue. Your head tilted, intrigued.

“Are you unfiltered right now?”

He smiled. “Maybe a little.”

His throwing your own words in your face made you laugh quietly, shaking your head.

“Okay, uh.. if I ask something, will you tell the truth?”

“You know I wouldn’t lie to ya.”

“Really, that’s funny, because-"

“Alright, once or twice..” He shook his head, smiling. “What’s your question?”

You smiled at his resignation; it wasn’t often you saw him so laid back. Even in pain and delirious, he was good company. You took a breath before spitting out what had been troubling you.

“Do you trust me?”

He leaned forward, his brow upturning for just a moment.

“What? Of course I do, you’re my squad mate.”

“But.. me. As a person. As your medic. I brought you to this safehouse and you were still so erratic, I thought.. I thought you didn’t think that me being here was proof enough that you were safe. But you are. You’re safe with me.”

Soap was stunned into silence, which, quite frankly, deserved an award on your part. He wasn’t laughing, teasing, joking, deflecting. He was lost for words.

“You’re one of the best.” He began firmly. “I trust you with my life; if I didn’t I wouldn’t be living.”

He carefully took your hand, but held it tight when you allowed him to. “I am safe with you. But out there is a gamble. I can’t let my guard down.” He muttered. “I trust you.” He repeated.

You look at your joined hands; the scar running from his thumb to his middle finger. You’d stitched that gash before the base surgeon took over; with every puncture, trying to weave your desires into his skin. But that was years ago, and you know he can’t read your mind.

“You.. You’re important to me.”

“You’re important to me too, you’re my friend.”

Your teeth scraped again.

“Yeah. Yeah..” you squeezed his hand assuringly, but didn’t miss how he tilted his head.

“Doc?” He murmured.

“Mhm?”

Likely for the first time in his life, Soap looked thoughtful. You could’ve sworn he glanced down just a centimeter before his words distracted you.

“Slap me again if you need to, okay?”

You blinked. “What?”

His thumb slid past the hem of your vest, just enough to tug you forward slowly. You let him.

“Soap..”

“Tell me to stop..”

His hand shifted to hold your hand again, the moonlight slanted through the window reflecting off those bedroom eyes.

When you shook your head, his huff almost sounded like disbelief. “This is alright?”

“Yeah.. I’m glad you’re as bold as you are.”

He grinned, and the moonlight now shined on his smile along with his iris’.

“Are ya?”

“Makes it easier to do this.”

You knew it was unprofessional and irrational and idiotic, and twenty other bad things.

But his lips were soft, and he was alive because he trusted you to keep him that way. And as you moved closer to sit beside him, you were able to deepen that kiss into something less chaste.

He pulled back gently to speak, his gaze soft.

“I didn’t know..”

“You do now..” You reply gently, briefly touching his uninjured shoulder. “You know I’ll always be here, right?”

“S’why I’m always gettin’ hurt.” He grinned, glancing at his bandages. “I know you’ll patch me up.”

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[chiefdirector]

Remembering | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten

tw: some suicidal thoughts referenced (one sentence)

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“What do you know about your case worker, Kade Sullivan?” Grey said, still keeping his gaze on (Y/N) despite her looking away and back through the glass to watch Tim questioning Diaz. “We believe that he may have had some involvement into how Regina Diaz got to a position to leverage both you and the department.”

“Right. I never really saw Sullivan. He stayed away from me. I met him once, maybe twice. He likes to keep a professional distance.” She slowly answered. 

Grey lifted his coffee cup up and took a small sip. “You’re a good judge of character, (Y/N). Did anything seem off about him? I know it was a while back but anything helps.”

“He seemed a bit odd, nervous even. But I put it down to him being paranoid about the operation. I mean it can’t be easy for these caseworkers to not have consistent contact with their UC’s.”

“What do you mean? Did you not check in with him daily?”

“No.” (Y/N) said, looking down. Now that she said it out loud, it was strange that Kade never requested to check in with her and Williamson often. “He wanted weekly check-ups. He never said why though.”

“Is there anything else? At all because the more you can remember, the less leverage Regina will have to bargain with us.”

“I’m sorry, Wade. I really am. I can have a look through some of my journals from that time, I think Tim kept them.”

Grey nodded his head. “Please. I guess it’s now down to Tim.”

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“Hello Officer Bradford, I’m glad to see you back in here again after your break. You kept me waiting for longer than I had hoped.” Regina said, posed as a wall of confidence as she had done during every other talk with the detectives. “I found it rather rude.”

“Not my problem.” Tim retook his seat opposite her. He had stepped out when Regina had started to get irate with him, he needed her as calm and rational, well as rational as a drug queen-pin could be, before he could get anything viable from her. 

He remembered the day he had arrested her, how helpless and frightened she seemed. She was backed into a corner, but now she had a fighting chance and by God did she know it. “You wanted a deal. Let me say this one more time. Tell us about Kade Sullivan and I’m sure the District Attorney will be nicer to you.”

Regina smirked. “No. I have something you want. So I lay out the terms. You know what I want after our… exchange but I want something first. I think that is only fair, considering your situation.”

“My situation?”

“Oh you know. How (Y/N)‘s being back in LA will cause some problems for you and your colleagues.” Regina watched, laughing softly as Tim’s face twisted in confusion. “You really think that just because I’m sitting in handcuffs that I wouldn’t follow through on my threat.”

“Whatever it is, call it off. Now!”

“How about you do something for me first, Officer Bradford. Quid Pro Quo.”

“Fine. What do you want?”

“I want you to tell me how it felt two years ago when I forced (Y/N) to vanish. How it felt to lose your wife and not being good enough to find her.”

Of all the things he expected her to say, this was one of the last. He had thought that she would have asked to walk free, or a reduced sentence at the least, but she just wanted to relish in his pain. 

She wanted to know how numbing it felt for him to filter by day to day, his reason to carry on with each day painstakingly stolen from. She wanted to enjoy the powerlessness he had felt when each lead led to another heartbreaking dead end. She wanted him to be reminded of each day, and how they got more and more painful as time went past. Her demand was a reminder of the nights he would drink himself to sleep because that was the only way he could close his eyes and not see (Y/N) face in his mind.

It was a reminder of how he couldn’t look at daisies without crying, or enjoy music, or find a purpose. It was a reminder that he had become a hateful shell of who he used to be, and that even though she was back with him, he didn't know if he would ever get that piece of his former self back. It was a reminder of how he planned for an easy way out for himself if the grief got too bad.

Regina wanted to remind Tim that she had taken it all away before, and that she could take it all away again. And she wanted him to admit that.

“So, Officer Bradford. What will it be?”

Tim launched himself up so he could lean down on the table and over her, “You should know how I felt. It was probably the same way you did when your husband died when the LAPD raided one of his warehouses. I was there that day. I took him, so you took her. But I got my wife back, but your husband is still six feet under.”

“How dare you!” Regina screeched, as she rattled in the chains, trying to find her way out of the cuffs. For the first time since she had been arrested, she lost her well maintained composure.  

Tim took a step back from the table. “Thank you for cooperating. Prison transport will be here for you soon.”

“But what about our deal?! You won’t know what's coming without me.”

“I think we’ll be fine, Ms. Diaz,” Tim kept his back to her as he stopped at the door “because we now know that we were being hunted, so now we can prepare. So, thanks for the heads up. Enjoy prison.”

As soon as the door shut behind him, Tim leant against the door, trying to make sense of what had happened. Surely she was bluffing, they could monitor her calls and her visitation  to try to not allow her to give any command, but if she was as intelligent and conniving as she had presented herself to be, she would find a way around it. 

As he heard Grey and (Y/N) exit the observation room, he pushed himself off the door. Grey held himself strong, not showing any panic or concern at this stage, but his eyes darted in thought, clearly going over the possibilities of what could happen now. (Y/N) presented herself similarly, except her tell was the fiddling of her wedding band. She used to play with her engagement ring, but due to the dangers of the job and the possibility of it causing harm when in contact with a perp, she quickly replaced it with a plain wedding band, identical to Tim’s.

“So what now? You don’t really believe her, do you?”

(Y/N) moved to place her hand on Tim’s arm. “I wouldn’t put anything past her.”

“Then it’s settled,”  Grey said, “We hope for the best and plan for the worst.”

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[oneshotnewbie]

You brought home two attractive people after a party. Bad news: You're about to find out what happens when a person gets bitten by a Wanda!Vampire and a Natasha!Werewolf

Warnings: Possibly 16+ Mentions of blood and bleeding bites. Slight hints of eroticism. Reader agrees to be bitten by both of them, there is agreement from all sides. CONSENT IS GIVEN!

Authors note: My first story in the universe of vampires and werewolves, so bear with me if it didn't turn out that well. I rewrote your request a bit, hope that's okay with you. Wanda in this story is a Moroi- they get their blood from human donors and they don't suck all the blood out of their bodies. After a vampire bite and the transfer of blood, a bond is created that allows the person to hear the thoughts of the vampire.

Summary: When two beautiful woman lure you from a party and ask you to play their blood donor, you cannot refuse. It all started with a simple, innocent novel invitation and it ended up turning into a lustful disaster when a pure blood vampire claims your thoughts.

𓆩_𓆪

Wanda and Natasha curiously observed the guests of Ethereal Eight, a nightclub in the vibrant and imposing metropolis of New York. The ladies knew from the start that it would not be easy to find a type of woman who they both liked and agreed with what they were up to.

"Wands, look over there!" the talented spy gently nudged the younger one in the side and pointed her piercing gaze at a bartender. "Too small, too rugged. Too blonde."

"All right, so we are looking for someone who is taller but not taller than us and does not have blonde hair?" she suggested to her copper-haired friend, who happily slurped her Greta Garbo and let her eyes wander around the room. "There,"

She gestured with the star anise that had decorated the rim of her glass to the center of the dance floor and sure enough, a young woman moved gracefully in the colors of the lights to the music.

Natasha nodded enthusiastically after spotting you and downed her whiskey in one big gulp. "Let´s get started then, you look like you are dying of thirst," she whispered with a wink and threw herself into the turmoil.

Wanda shook out of her sweaty hands before sliding onto the dance floor near you. She watched you for a while before dancing over and letting her gaze wander up from your feet, which were clad in black shiny high heels. You wore a short, fitted black dress that showed off your curves perfectly.

Your slightly sweaty skin shone in the lights and the Moroi could see a great play of your thigh muscles with every movement you made. You danced in her eyes like a goddess in complete control of her body. Your hair was curled over your shoulder, a few lose strands falling on your forehead.

She could not help but groan as she took in your classic, slim-fitting face and coveted your perfume, which she could easily filter through the gusts of unmistakably smells of cigarettes, beer and sweat.

In the crowd, she looked for Natasha, who watched you both from a different angle and gave her and unobtrusive nod. Meanwhile, the redhead found a place on the edge of the dance floor and kept a close eye on both of you.

In the immediate vicinity of her victim, Wanda began to move with a certain eroticism towards you and your gaze wandered over to her within seconds. Your eyes met hers; smiling and licking your lips energetically.

The start was made and you came closer to her, gently running your fingers over her hips. She definitely had you hooked, now she had to put her lust aside and pursue her plan. If it were up to her, she would have tasted you in that exact moment. "Let´s go have a drink?" she whispered in your ear, nipping at your earlobe at the end of her sentence and grabbing your hand. Holding on tight, she pulled you through the crowd and glanced around.

Natasha had followed you both.

Now all they had to do was to get to know you a little better, convince you of their plan and gain your approval.

𓆩_𓆪

With your heart pounding with excitement, you entered your dark apartment, lit only by softly glowing yellowish lights and approached the center of the living room with cautious steps before pausing to observe the movements of both woman.

Animated, they talked and a satisfied but mischievous grin stole across their faces. Agitated, they slowly started to walk towards their new conquest as Natasha began to leave soft marks of kisses on your chin when she reached you; her hands gently on your hips. "You know, Y/n. We have an open relationship," the assassin put in. "And it is rare that we are looking at the same woman. You are something special, my dear."

Pulling away from you involuntarily, she had that sharp look in her eyes as if she wanted to tear you apart her and now. In one smooth movement, she leaned over you, invading your personal space with ease.

A definite tingling in Natasha´s stomach told her that the longer she stared down at you, the more excited she became. Her eyes gleamed in a reddish glow and you noticed her breathing quickened while a fire ignited inside her.

You held your ground, but it was not easy.

"Oh darling, why do you mess up my mind so much? Your warm eyes make me forget who I really am for a little while," her dominant and strong voice made your body give away. Still maintaining eye contact, you took a few steps back and swallowed hard, watching her eyes burn with triumph about your subservience.

Your pulse was pounding in your veins, igniting the instinct in the vampire, who sat behind you on the sofa and watched you both intently. The Moroi quickly grabbed your hips and, startled, pulled you onto her lap. "Her blood smells so sweet."

Wanda took your face in her hands and bent up to you. For a moment, the thought of kissing you crossed her mind, but meanwhile she hid her head in the hollow of your neck and smelled your gentle scent.

So close to your carotid artery, her vampire instincts kicked in as the conveyed red juice was pumped through. The red-haired heard your heartbeat, smelled the characteristic smell of your blood through your mild perfume and could also make out the subtle note that showed her nervousness.

Her fangs grew uncontrollably and her gaze also became hard and cold- her pupils dilated. She gently licked your tender skin and you shivered, wrapping your arms around her and bringing her closer to your body.

Dazed with her senses, Wanda greedily kissed your neck and you let out a soft moan as you tilted your head back. Meanwhile, the white fangs of the copper-haired grazed and pierced your flesh; the warm lifeblood ran straight into her palate and tasted the sweet taste of your blood on her grinning lips.

You sat on her lap and could not hide the fact that you really enjoyed what was happening. Your face flushing, all your thoughts were wiped away in one fell swoop as a surge of adrenaline and happiness washed over you to a degree that made you groan and then fall weakly into her arms.

"May I have a turn now?" Weakly, your head rose to where the soft but dark voice was coming from and your gaze widened to Natasha walking out of the darkness with a mischievous smile on her lips. "Or did you drink her all up?"

Wanda laughed and pulled her fangs out of your neck before licking the wound; the vampire saliva would soon seal the bite and let it heal quickly. "No, she will be okay in a moment. It´s the initial weakness of the first time."

"Good," she slipped her muscular arms under your butt and lifted you off the vampire´s lap. You clung to her, sighed and smiled briefly when you slowly returned back to your full element. "It is my turn now to taste her."

The redhead took you to your bedroom and laid you gently on your bed, your back pressed into the mattress and she kneeling between your legs. She gently brushed some hair out of your face while licking her lips. You could feel your cheeks burning, the tension between you two crackling with heat.

Yet your thoughts were completely taken over by a voice that sounded like no other than Wanda´s; the resonance of your blood was screaming in the core of the vampire. She had connected your thoughts with hers and silenced yours completely.

"I can't possibly keep you; a person. Even if I would like to have you near me forever. You would die before I would be half my age, I can't do the pain to myself," Wanda scolded herself, but her mind didn't stop playing, a quiet thought slipping up. "I could turn you before it's time."

You felt her shudder and goosebumps formed on your bare skin. She tried to pull herself together, but her desperate voice was still ringing in your head; not letting you realize what was happening in front of you. "I know you can hear my thoughts. Something is different about you, darling. Unlike all the other times I have drunk other people´s blood."

By now, Natasha had found the perfect spot for her bite, hidden under kisses she placed on your body. Your thin forearm, which protruded through your strong, dark veins promised her to quench her blood thirst. She was captivated and looked at it hypnotized laying firmly in her hand.

"Are you ready?" you nodded absently, her voice falling deep in your subconsciousness as you addictedly awaited more thoughts from Wanda. It took a moment for her teeth to dig into your flesh and the vibration of her moans coursing through your entire body.

The noises that she let out, magically attracted the Moroi. Calmly, with a big grin on her face, she perched on the door frame. From the vantage point, you could sense her- making your pulse quicken anew. "I do not think it will be our last encounter and the only connection we will share,"

You tried to catch a glimpse of her face, her voice audibly louder ringing in your head. She had come closer, looking down at you with her reddish eyes, breathing easily through her open mouth that showed the tips of her fangs. "But next time I want you all to myself."

You swallowed hard, closed your eyes and cried out. The pain in your arm now evident as Natasha turned away from you. She pushed off from you and laughed at her vampire once she noticed that she was standing there, watching. "Damn, she tastes bittersweet! Best catch so far, Wands!"

The remnants of your blood, which had gotten stuck to the corners of her lips, were wiped away delicately with her thumb. Natasha raised her hand in front of her face, thoughtfully examining her fingertips that held the red liquid. "Your taste has truly stuck in my memory and it seems I shall never forget it."

But you did not hear a single word that came out of the werewolf´s mouth. Your eyes were fixed squarely on Wanda, caught in her persistent and lingering green orbs slowly absorbing the reddish color which seemed to look straight into your soul. You urgently waited for her voice, but it seemed lost- the connection was gone.

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[nekoramen]

content;

kuroo tetsuro. semi-angst, comedy, semi-fluff. best friends au, unrequited love / yearning (kuroo's pov), post-college au. mentions of bokuto x reader. 2,110 words.

warnings: brief mentions of alcohol + drinking, swearing

might be ooc; i like goofy men and kuroo is goofy

please watch 'how to lose a guy in 10 days' if you haven't already!!

it's assumed that kuroo, reader, and bokuto are all friends

"kuroo. give. it."

kuroo smirks, holding your remote just out of reach with those long, gangly limbs of his. he pushes and play-slaps at you as you try (weakly) to take it back. "dude, we have literally watched 'how to lose a guy in 10 days' for the last ten movie nights in a row now. how are you not tired of it yet."

you roll your eyes. "first of all, it's only been nine times. second," you eye him, "you are not depriving me of my man matthew mcconaughey. not tonight."

this. is. war. to be fair, he started it and you were just taking the necessary measures.

you lunge at him and your fingers find his sides. you dig and tickle him without remorse. he gasps between laughs as he tries to escape you, writhing and retreating until he was cornered and pressed against the couch arm.

"stop, stop, please! okay, okay," he wheezes and goes limp against the arm in defeat. you relent with a cackle. in the few seconds you take to pluck the remote from him though, there's a few things he lingers on:

you, hovering above him with your knees planted on either side of him, body almost pressed against his. you're warm.

that wide, dorky grin of yours. the absurd frenzy in your eyes when you get competitive and a little childish.

the brush of your hand over his. it's tingly.

the flips in his stomach and the tightening of his chest when you've pulled away.

kuroo swats at the thoughts. they keep creeping up from your persistence to watch this god-forsaken movie combined with his love for antics but nope. nope. nope. stop it. head empty please.

he doesn't think further on it anyways (as least not too hard) because 'how to lose a guy in 10 days' is playing (yet again) and to be honest, it's so fucking good. not that he'd ever make you privy to that thought; partially because he doesn't want to admit that he actually likes it after the countless times you'd badgered him to watch it while he refused and hated on it for no good reason. (he gave in on your birthday. no regrets.)

mostly, though, it's because he quite likes the routine. he steals the remote, you fight for it, you... fuck. stop. don't think about it.

"tetsu," you whisper.

"hm?" he snaps his head towards you, eager to escape his brain. you're silent, brows furrowed and poor lip gnawed at ruthlessly. he slowly leans towards you, stone-faced.

a blink, two, and he drawls out in his raspiest voice, "why… so... serious?"

you splutter out a laugh and he grins. it's wonderful, your laugh. it’s wind-chimes on a clear spring day, the crash of a cool summer sea on his skin, sunrays filtering through a cloudy sky. his gaze lingers on you, but you soon turn away back to the screen.

"____. i know your husband is very handsome, but are you okay?" he gently pokes your shoulder. "you seem down. don't wanna talk about it with your bestie?"

you cringe but he pulls another chuckle from you. your bestie, dependable as ever, can always put a smile on your face, you'll give him that. even if he's annoying 99.999999% of the time.

you beckon to your cat charlie from his post and he trots over, his grand fluffiness and all promptly plopping into your lap. you pet him a few, gentle purrs as your reward.

finally, you face kuroo again. "i'm gonna do it," you squeak out.

kuroo hums. "do what?"

"it. that." you nod towards the screen. kuroo blinks back at you.

"i'm... gonna ask him out. bokuto."

you blink at kuroo. he blinks back. matthew (ben) gets up from his stadium seat yet again for a soda.

"you're gonna ask him out... like you said you would the last ten times?"

"charlie." you point to kuroo. "attack."

"meow."

you just had to get the 0.00000001% saint of a cat.

"i really will this time though," you sigh. even you can’t convince yourself of it.

"it's okay to be nervous. you're great and i'm sure he'd be so freaking happy to go out with you." he smiles at you. "you can do this. you got this." he knows you won't do it, but he knows proper bestie behavior.

you stare ahead but he can see you biting back a grin.

"okay," you finally mutter and turn to him, shoulders untensed. "thanks, tetsu. i think i really can do it."

"of course." you both concentrate back on the movie for some time until he leans back over. "i know this is your favorite comfort movie, but did you choose it specifically to try and manifest andie?”

you tense.

"you gonna channel her? all her charm and confidence? oh god… the craziness...? yours isn't fake though. poor bokuto doesn’t know what’s coming," he teases.

you punch his arm but you can’t hide your sheepish smile. "stop perceiving me."

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it's another three fridays until you and kuroo have another movie night. such is the life of a new college grad, working overtime and grabbing drinks with coworkers until your respective projects finally die down a bit and you can both find some time.

"kirin secured!" kuroo calls out as he bustles into your apartment. it’s been too long since he’s been here. since he’s seen you. "i don't know how you like this stuff. beer is fucking disgusting. soju is where it's at."

"first of all, don't yuck my yum. second, fried chicken is literally the best but i still got you your favorite beef skewers without complaining when, frankly, you're wrong and it should be fried chicken tonight."

"you're literally complaining."

you stick your tongue out at him.

kuroo sets out the food on the coffee table in front of the tv as you lay out pillows and blankets for some royally cozy floor seating. once the both of you sink into the sea of softness, you hand him the remote.

his brows surpass his hairline. "you don't wanna choose?" he asks.

you shake your head, grinning wide. "you've put up with me for so many movie nights in a row, i can let you have this one time."

"wow. how generous of you." he snickers. maybe he can finally blow off the dust that had been collecting on his to-watch list.

"so, what’s got you celebrating? did you get a good performance review?" he asks as he endlessly scrolls through the list on his phone.

"mmm..."

he looks up. you still don that big, dorky smile. "what? what is it?"

unable to take it anymore, you abruptly grab his shoulders. "i did it."

he responds with a blank stare.

"oh my god." you roll your eyes. "i did it! i fucking did it, kuroo!" you shake him violently. "i did it!"

"you have to realize i can't read your mind," he says, his head nearly snapping off.

"i asked bokuto out on a date!"

he clasps his hands over yours. you stop shaking him. "...really?" he says slowly, quietly.

"yes!" you exclaim. "and get this—he said yes! like, immediately! he seemed so excited about it too! god, i, i can't even believe i did it, well to be honest i had a couple drinks that day with my team but i called him and he came and i just did it and he said he was literally thinking about asking me out too but he kept chickening out and he was so sweet and helped make plans while he drove me home and he made sure i got inside before leaving and—"

"that's... that's great." he pats your hands.

but all too sudden for his heart, especially after your spiel, he’s tugged into into a crushing hug.

“thank you, tetsu,” you murmur. you pull back a bit and somehow you’re not the least fazed by the closeness of your faces. “i couldn’t have done this without you. for real. your words helped me find the courage, you know?”

kuroo’s heart dissolves in the pit of his stomach, but he still manages a smile. “of course. and i meant every word.”

he turns back to his list, letting his smile fade but you add, “god, i’m so excited for tomorrow.”

he eyes you. “tomorrow… is your date tomorrow?”

you’re practically vibrating in your seat and you happily pull off a cube of meat from your skewer. “yep!” you say between chews.

kuroo forces the corners of his mouth to curve upward again. just a little bit longer. “that’s great!” he cheers and sets down his phone. he picks up the remote and quickly clicks through a well-known path before pressing play.

“how to lose a guy in 10 days?” you say incredulously, wide-eyed and head tilted.

he nods. “yep.” you’re still staring in his peripheral. “i just need it,” he relents with a sigh.

“you… need it?”

he looks pointedly at you for a few seconds before slowly turning back to the screen. “matthew mcconaughey.”

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curse bestie behavior.

he shouldn’t be here. not when you’re getting ready for your date, not when you’re grinning ear to ear thinking about said date, not when he’s nauseated thinking about you grinning ear to ear thinking about said date. no.

your singing floats softly from your bedroom to kuroo in the living room. he sighs, gazing out your window to the neighborhood while cradling charlie. it’s a beautiful sunny day. disgusting.

he holds charlie up facing him. “i can do it. i can do it. right? you believe in me, don’t you, charlie?”

“meow.”

“thank you. i appreciate it.”

there’s a creak of a door behind him, and he turns. you’re stunning. he glances at the floor because he’s sure his heart has leapt out of his chest but no, somehow it’s still stuttering in there. you look so magnificent. and most noticeably, happy.

“good?” you ask, fidgeting with your fingers.

“of course! you look great,” he replies with a tight smile.

“thanks," you reply, beaming and far too giddy to note how quickly the corners of kuroo's mouth droop.

he watches you pace around, gathering your things and alternating between checking your appearance in your camera and your text messages.

"____."

"hm?"

he opens his mouth but you fill his sight with that poor gnawed lip, worry creasing your brows, and your tremor from all the capped anxiety and excitement.

he closes his mouth and walks over to you, passing you charlie and placing his hands firmly on your shoulders.

"don't worry," he says, confident and assured. "you'll be fine. he'll have such a good time with you and i'm sure you will too." he gives your shoulders a light squeeze. "i'm sure of it."

you breathe out a heavy sigh. leaning forward, you lightly tap your forehead on his shoulder. "honestly i think i'm gonna throw up, but that helped a lot. thanks, kuroo. seriously."

you pet charlie, visibly more relaxed from kuroo's words, and he's able to give you his first sincere smile today. he wants to savor this, you and him, you being any bit happier because of him. he soaks up the sight of you for another beat before opening his mouth again.

but a ping of your phone jolts you. you thrust charlie back into kuroo's arms, grabbing your things and quickly glancing at your phone before rushing to the door.

"wish me luck!" you exclaim with a frantic wave of your hand before you disappear from sight.

kuroo deflates and looks down at charlie. round green orbs blink back.

"you're right," kuroo nods. "i'm gonna do it."

he bolts for the door and steps out, eyes locking onto your figure, a bounce in your every step.

"____!"

you halt and glance back. you're beaming from ear to ear, maybe the biggest smile he's ever seen on you. it's blinding. several feet behind you, he sees bokuto leaning against the passenger door of his car. he's grinning as per usual, and seeing kuroo, he gives an enthusiastic wave.

"what's up?" you call back.

kuroo stares at you for a moment, lip between his teeth and chest rising and falling several beats too quickly.

finally, he simply raises charlie above his head, simba-style.

"charlie says 'have fun,'" he musters weakly, accompanied by a small wiggle of your furry companion.

you giggle and wave back at the pair before bouncing over to bokuto.

kuroo hurries back inside, closing the door and leaning back against it. he sinks his face into charlie's unending fluff, releasing a huge sigh.

"fuck," he says, muffled.

"meow."

fuck indeed.

#haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #kuroo fluff #kuroo angst #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #haikyuu #hq #hq!! #haikyuu!! #kuroo fic #haikyuu fanfiction

[fishy0bishy]

Mission upcoming

AN:after a minute of bringing up Mrs.Unamed and at one drawing I did of her and Merrit fighting reunited I wrote a little something leading up to that fight (long way of saying I wrote Merrit lore.)

also all of North’s crew is here! And Gilded!

Start of something bigger.

It was a cozy evening and Lizzy was wandering about and stumbling on Merrit in her lab making and testing some Filter soil but before doing or saying anything Merrit pauses and goes “Goggles and coat before doing anything in here”. 

Lizzy rolls her eyes and puts on the gear “what did ya parents told you to do the same thing beforehand?”

  Merrit smiles and nonchalantly goes “Nope never knew them. But my grandma and my other caretaker did” 

Merrit pointing at two photos on a bulletin board. One image is of two tiny elderly women, one a ferret and the other a possum. But the other photo is blurred by a drink spill stain but Lizzy could still make out ferrets one with creme colored fur and the other brown colored.

  Lizzy blinks at the photo and turns saying “wait what? You don’t seem like a person to have as trauma as everyone else on this ship.” Merrit exclaims and shakes her head

 “Woah woah it’s not like that. I just never knew them and I don’t mind it. All I know is that they’re space riders so I assumed they were always busy” 

“But wouldn’t you see them even when you became a space rider?”

“Someone is getting curious are we? You can ask poppy when we’re at HQ”

“We’ll I’m just say-“

Before the conversation (or questioning if you will) continues North interrupts by loudly knocking on the door and yells “Mission time! Suit up we got a big boss on our hands!” 

 Both Merrit and Lizzy look at the other and they go to the halls removing their Lab gear and Merrit going to her locker to change up and Lizzy leaving with north but a time skip and the whole crew is meeting up and discussing plans. the first to speak up is Zane “i heard we have a big boss what’s that about?” North smiles and leads by excitedly going “I found a lead with the cult and I’ve tracked down a High ranking member! There’s no photos of her, not a lot of information well except that she leads supply raids from our docks and only seen a total of 2 times within 22 years that she’s appeared and apparently there’s a urban legend about her!”

 “Woah she’s pretty tough and sneaky if there isn’t anything about her!” Jaz exclaims and stares at an artist rendition of the woman. A red cloaked figure with a twisted smile and crème colored ears sticking out the hood. But North nudges Lizzy’s shoulder and asks “Hey you were a high member ever seen them. If you don’t mind answering of course.” 

“A please would work but sure-“ Lizzy looks at the photo and her ears raise up and turns back to north pointing to the photo going “you do know who you’re dealing with? I dunno if the urban legend said something but she’s crazy scary. Even I didn’t get buddy buddy with her.”

They all stare at Lizzy till Zelda breaks the silence and tells North “what’s the legend about? Can’t be that bad.” 

“Well from what I gathered from Poppy apparently this lady used to be a space rider. A very honorable one as well. And she had a husband who’s was a medic in the crew she was in but he also disappeared but myth states they had a child but I couldn’t find anything on files dealing with Rider disappearances. Except the crew Zane’s mother was in. The room immediately goes quiet and they all give each other looks but Merrit speaks up “are we even qualified? Sure we are B+ rank but this woman is maybe a S rank cultist. And remember what happened with Gilded.” 

  Jaz teases Merrit and North by saying “oh the cultists that Merrit has the doki dokis for and the one who whooped North?”

 “Jaz this is serious.. but yeah you’re right…But let’s head out crew we don’t wanna lose track of this woman” “oh changing the subject so quick boss? Sunny remarks as the meeting ends with everyone nodding their heads and the crew leaving to their bikes flying to the upcoming red filled planet.Lizzy and Sparky waving bye waiting for their return. 

Meanwhile Mrs.Unamed with a treat left by a certain kitsune (cough cough @truelazymaker )

All Ocs Belomg to the listed!:

NorthHeat(@north-heats-stronghold) Lizzy and Sunny(@novalizinpeace) Jaz(@fanofanythingsblog)

Zelda and Sparky(@fandomssvetlanafrom) Zane(@moonspiritleaf) And finally Gilded(@qxurugosk)

And this Au Belongs to @onyxonline!

#space riders au #smiling critters au #jaz #merrit ferret #north heat #zelda #sparky #Zane #Sunny #lizzy #Gilded somehow snuck his way in here

[l0velylecter]

HEYOO, CHEF!

I was wondering if you could do hcs with a f!reader (who’s part of task force 141) for the codmw2 guys where the reader is a very happy/sappy drunk and flat out confesses that she loves them? The whole “you’re so great, I love you so much” typa thing?

TY FOR THIS AND HOPE YOURE HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY, MWAH - 🍽

P.S: IM ACTUALLY OBSESSED WITH ALL YOUR CODMW2 CONTENT, ITS GOT ME KICKING MY FEET ABOUT WJDNWJDNS EATING IT ALL UP WITH A 5 STAR RATING <3

— the cod : mw ii men + drunken confessions! characters : simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘soap’ mactavish, alejandro vargas, captain john price, phillip graves, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, rodolfo parra fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii tags : f!reader, headcanons, kind of lengthy, i hope it’s not ooc because i tried to set a humorous tone, fluff !  additional warnings : mentions of drinking, cursing  rating : t for teen and up audiences , sfw!

01| He noticed that you were always formal with him, sometimes to the point where it came off as awkward. While Price never blames you for it, he does carry his suspicions on why you're always so jittery and nervous despite having known him for years. He just didn't expect the confession to spill out of your mouth after three pitches of beer.

" I can't take it anymore !" You cried, somewhat sobbing into your hands, cheeks bright and voice desperate, " Captain, I'm so fucking sorry for what I'm about to say after this, but I like you! Fuck it — I'm not even sorry."

You slammed a hand on the table, and Price tried to calm you down, looking around at the heads that turned to face your way.

" You just had to light that cigar and lean back with your arms crossed! As if you don't know how cool and handsome and kissable you look at the moment! And it's unfair because," You let out a shuddering breath, throwing your arms up in the air, "you'll never like me back !"

At that moment, he grabbed your right wrist to pull you close, his grip warm and steady: thumb skimming over your racing pulse. He smiled at you affectionately, eyes softening and voice raspy, " Never say never, kid."

The morning after, he's at your door with a cup of coffee for the hangover, fueling your embarrassment further by telling you he didn't want to kiss you because you won't remember it. With a fond smile, Price set the cup on the bedside table.

" Drink your coffee, Sargeant," He smirked: raising a half-lit cigar onto his lips, " Then we can talk."

02| Drinking with the team is always fun, but drinking alone with a certain Scottish Sargeant is bound to get you in trouble. You know how loud and cheerful you get when you're drunk: it's the first tell-tale sign of your self-control checking out of your body to book itself a vacation. Without a filter, you're always nervous that you'll accidentally reveal your true feelings to Soap. It would've stayed a secret if you didn't accidentally lose count of how much scotch you had into the night.

" I love this," You hiccuped, grabbing Soap's shoulder's with both hands, head flat against his chest, " I love being here — hik! I love drinking, I love not dying on missions, I love..."

" You okay, hen?" Soap called out, easing you back on your seat, hands still cradling your shoulders to keep you upright. And you only grinned, eyes on the brink of closing when you lifted a finger to boop his nose.

" ...you. I love you most, Johnny."

With that, your head tipped forward and crashed into his neck, lips brushing his pulse point, causing him to freeze. Once he realized you were fast asleep, he hoisted you up to carry you back to the car, paying for your drinks almost sheepishly ( because he's sure at least three other people heard your confession.)

Once the door was closed, he looked at you sprawled on the passenger seat, softly brushing an index finger against your cheek, " I love you too, silly."

You’re never touching scottish scotch ever again.

03| It's not a secret that despite his determination and never-ending input of opinions during recons, Gaz gets embarrassed very quickly. Outside the field, whenever you go to a bar or have dinners with the team, he's always keeping to himself: quietly sipping his drink and talking to only people within the group. Once, he had to excuse himself from the table when Soap spilled his drink onto the person next to them because he couldn't handle the second-hand embarrassment. It was an interesting quirk of his, and maybe that's why he's currently trying to hide from all the attention as you announce his name into the mic.

" This is for the very, very, very handsome gentleman sitting by table 14, Kyle — I love you ! So this song’s for you, baby !"

He was begging for Price to come to get you from the stage, but the captain ignored him ( it was a small bar in the remote of nowhere after all), chuckling to himself as he knew what was to come. Everyone told you that your crush on Gaz was anything but subtle. It has gotten to the point where Simon himself had to intervene, voicing his frustration — " Just bloody fucking confess to him already and spare everyone from the bullshit."

So you singing your heart out on the stage, somewhat off key and mixing up some of the lyrics, was partly because of the lieutenant. While Gaz is shrinking in his seat and chuckling at how unbelievable you were, everyone could tell he was enjoying himself, admiring how you even gathered a small crowd to sing with you. Gaz had to carry you back into the car, still giggling and whooping in his arms, " How's that for a confession?"

Gaz tried to look angry, but he couldn't hide the laugh that escaped his mouth, " It was good."

You nodded in satisfaction, " Ghost, you sing next !"

" Fuck off."

04| There was this sense of mutual respect between you and Ghost. A kind of ' you watch his back, and he watches yours' bond. While Simon believes that friends aren't part of the rulebook, you're probably the closest he'll ever get to a friend. Considering that you've known him the longest and that even if you were separated multiple times, you always end up being reassigned with each other. Not wanting to ruin the peaceful dynamic, you never got around to confessing what you felt to him. That was until you were caught under a heavy storm, stuck in the middle of nowhere with nothing but a rickety, old safehouse and bottle of tequila to shield you from the rain and cold.

You leaned your head against the wall to stare at the flames, Simon throwing in more wood while you've nearly drunk half of the bottle.

" Don't be a brat. Save some for me."

You gave him a side-eye, raising the glass his way, " You're always so mean to me, Simon."

He stilled, watching you suspiciously as if he couldn't tell if you were truly upset or just drunk, " Never take it to the heart, kid."

You pursed your lips together, the alcohol in your bloodstream causing you to smile, " Can I take you ?"

This time he stopped midway to pull his hand away from the fire. The silence urging you to repeat yourself, " Can I take you to the heart, then? I don't know if that even makes sense but...I'm drunk."

" I can see that."

" I'm drunk and...I love you. You don't have to love me back though, no pressure. I know...it's been hard for you. I just wanted to let it out. That's all."

Even when you're intoxicated, you still try your best to comfort him. Always putting him first, always so selfless, the observation made Simon's eyes drop almost sadly behind the mask. He moved to sit next to you, arm nearly grazing yours.

You both listened to the heap of flames crackle and pop, and a few minutes passed before he turned to you, " I...care about you too."

You let out a laugh, wiping the corners of your eyes to rest your head atop his shoulder, " That's good to know."

That was enough, you thought. You've waited before, and you can wait again. And Simon doesn't pull away.

05| You like to think that crushing on Alejandro is the modern-day equivalent of sending yourself to a death sentence. The colonel always seemed out of reach, untouchable, a faraway dream for you to admire but never live through. You grew frustrated by the day, knowing that the chances of your feelings ever being returned are lower than zero. He was too busy. Too devoted to the city. Too selfless to let himself have a relationship. To make things worse, following her re-appearance, rumors about him and Valeria have circulated the base, haunting you with the worst-case possibility of him being a man still hung up on his war criminal *ex-girlfriend.

You were drowning out your sorrows at a local bar, knowing best to distract yourself with drinks and good company. You were well aware of how chatty you can be when drunk, always the avid storyteller when the alcohol starts to settle. In a few minutes, you have a small group around you, sympathizing with your current predicament. You continued to gush about how much you loved your crush to your new-found friends without noticing that he was behind you the entire time, having come to pick you up after Rodolfo told him you were having a bad day.

" I bet he gets marriage proposals daily! Tias outside his door lined up to match him with their daughters. I can't fucking compete!"

Behind you, Alejandro snorted at the ridiculous statement, shyly scratching the back of his neck and debating where he should stop you or let you continue.

" Oh, life is so fucking painful," You wailed dramatically, earning a chorus of pity and encouragement. You sighed, placing a chin atop your hand, " But I love him. I just wished he feels the same."

" I think you should ask him."

You turned around, briefly wondering why the voice sounded familiar, “Really?"

Alejandro beamed down at you, eyes full of understanding, " Really."

By this point, the crowd had dispersed, busy on their own, parting like ships in the sea. Still too drunk to notice it was him, you scooted closer, " But what if he says no?"

Alejandro played along, dropping his voice to pretend to whisper a secret, " I'm sure he won't, cariño."

The morning after, training got delayed by half an hour because no one in your team could coax you out of your room. ( Price and Simon had to kick the door open. You got toilet duty for a year.)

06 | Rodolfo knew you turn boisterous and loud when you're drunk. He didn't also expect you to suffer from temporary memory loss. You were practically crushing him in your arms, hugging him with your cheek pressed against his.

" I need to tell you a secret, but you cannot tell anyone. Okay?"

Rodolfo nodded dumbly, curious to see where this goes. Nothing could have prepared him for your sudden confession. His neck turned red.

" I think I have a crush on Sargeant Rodolfo Parra. You know the cute second in command? I think I like him a lot. He's always so sweet and so kind to me. Do you know if he happens to have a girlfriend ?"

Realizing that despite the state of intoxication, you were serious with your feelings, Rodolfo decided to play along, " I-I don't think he does."

You gave him a triumphant smirk, patting him on the chest, " That's good intel, soldier."

Rodolfo let out a small laugh, patting your head gently.

" Remember, you're not to tell a single soul. Promise?"

" Promise. Your secret's safe with me, (name)."

" Wait, how do you know my name?"

07| Most days, you feel like choking Graves, but some days, you have to face the fact that you're in love with him. Like an irritating plant by the sidewalk, it's horrifying how quickly he's grown on you. And even after his betrayal, you still find yourself missing him. Not that you'll ever tell anyone.

Once HQ confirmed that he survived the attack and was on the run with his shadow company, you've constantly been checking the radar for his whereabouts, hoping you were discreet enough to lure any suspicion from your teammates. When it comes to Graves, there were a lot of unspoken words inside of you, thoughts and feelings you'll never get to express.

So you decided to drink them away. After your fifth shot, you stared blankly at the empty glasses; situated by the furthest corner of the otherwise lively bar.

" What's a girl like you doing all alone?"

At the voice, your eyes widened. Even drunk, you still recognize the owner. Hell — you could be run over by a tank and you'd still recognize his voice. You raised your head, and there he stood: all smug, and handsome, and alive. As insufferable as it was to see him gloat at you, you started sobbing, happy tears streaming down your face as you pulled him in.

" It's alright now, baby," He chuckled, patting your hair while you babbled incoherently against his shoulder about how much he made you worry. Your tears: staining the crisp, white button-down he wore.

"Did you miss me that much? If I had known, I would've sent you a postcard."

" Just s-shut up and kiss me."

" Yes ma'am."

a/n : order up ! i hope this lived up to your expectations anon <3 thank you for requesting, i had fun writing this, but i am sorry if it ends up being too lengthy for hcs, i tend to get carried away hahaha ! happy holidays and thank you for the sweet compliments 🙈 ( enjoy the meal hehe ) 

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[cas-skz]

FRIEND AGREEMENT

Pairing: Han x fem!reader Word Count: 3k Summary: A mutual agreement leads to a passion filled night with your best friend. Warning: 18+ please!!!, loss of virginity (m & f), swearing, drinking, smoking, oral, unprotected sex, penetration, creampie. Usual sex stuff yanno

NOT EDITED - I suck at grammar cause french immersion fucked me over as a kiddo. That's why @littleforeignaffairs usually checks it for me...but this is her bias. SURPRISE BITCH.

"Are you sure I won't hurt you?" Han questioned shyly, his fingers slowly sliding your panties down. It was a drunken, high on edibles night that had gotten you into this position with your best friend - missionary to be exact, and the idea for both of you to lose your virginities. "I don't know." You half giggle, hands covering your face. "I've only rubbed my clit...so I don't know...I just don't know." You mumble through your hands. Han let out a little laugh, grabbing both your arms and moving you so you were sitting up to face him. Sure he was your best friend, everything felt comfortable, you were definitely relaxed enough and Han was...very good looking. But you may be having second thoughts. "Hey Y/n, you know we don't have to do this right?" His voice was soft, his touch even softer as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and looked into your eyes. "I mean it. If you're not comfortable we can do it another time...or you know -" You cut him off, "I think I just need more liquid courage, but I want to do this." So you made your way to the living room, stealing Han's shirt - which was all you were wearing and he following behind in just some basketball shorts. The two of you downed a bunch of shots and Han had someone convinced you to take a bong rip with him, which ended with you coughing your lungs up and him laughing uncontrollably. Now, with the music blasting and the two of you dancing and singing your hearts out, things just seemed to fall into place. You were in the middle of a twirl when you lost balance, falling onto Han's lap, who had been sitting on the couch taking another hit from the bong. "Oh- Hello." He said with a laugh, the surprise expression on his face sending you into a giggle fit. You wrapped your arms around his neck, using one of them to ruffle his hair. "Guess I fell for you. That wasn't in the agreement." You slur, having pretty much lost your filter from the concoction of weed and alcohol. Han's hand ran slowly on your thigh, sending goosebumps throughout. "Agreements are stupid anyways." He mumbled, bloodshot eyes moving to focus on you. "Lay down." Han said softly. He hovered over you, searching your face to try and figure out what state you were in. Having been best friends since childhood, he knew how to figure you out and could read you like a book, but since you had both turned 21, things had shifted slightly and almost every drunken night out had ended with you two back at one or the others place, usually waking up in joking disgust, stating, "You again." It was all fun and games until now, as the male lowered himself slightly, moving some hair from your face. "Open your eyes Y/n." He said softly. You were met with a gentle smile as he leaned down, placing a kiss just under your ear. "I think you're too drunk." He whispered, his lips working their way to your neck, making you moan softly. His kisses turned into gently bites, moving from different spots of your neck down to your collar bone. "But fuck, I want you so bad." Han he managed to get out.

You snap out of the slight daze he had you in, catching his lips as he was working his way back up. You pressed your lips deeply into his, which he retuned, kissing you softly as you moved your legs slightly, allowing you to pull Han even closer to you. "I need you." You whisper, causing him to stop and look down at you with soft eyes, still filled with lust. "And I'm not to drunk. Scouts honor." Your words made him fully smile shyly, his cheeks flushing a deep red. It was your version of 'I promise' which you had been using since being kids. "Scouts honor?" He asked, slowly moving his lips back to your neck. You nod confidently, leaning up to take the shirt you had stole off and tossing it to one side. Han pulled you into him, crashing his lips into yours as his hand gripped your hip and he leaned back to pull you on top of him. It shocked you a little when you felt how hard he already was, your bare bottom resting perfectly onto his length as you followed his previous movements and moved your lips to his neck, biting and gently sucking at his salty skin. His hips bucked into you as you bit down a little harder, a quiet curse escaping his mouth and his hand smacked down on your rear, causing a small whine of pleasure to escape your lips. "You like that?" He questioned sheepishly. You leaned up slightly, biting your lip as you gave him a little nod, and started to move down his body. Freeing his erection, you wrapped your hand around his length and ran your thumb over the tip, swirling the pre-cum around before leaning down to clean up the little mess you had made from trying to figure out what your next move was. Han's moan was loud when you started to suck his cock, your mouth uncontrollably watering as you found a comfortable rhythm he seemed to enjoy as his hands tangled in your hair. As you continued to bob your head and explore his cock, you managed to hit your gag reflex, causing Han to jerk your head away and look down at you concerned. "Are you okay?" He asked, pulling you back up towards him, hands cupping your cheek as he looked at you intensely. Moving his hands down to your sides, placing slowly tender kisses on his lips as you moved to position him over you. "I'm fine, just new at this."

Han's lips worked at your neck once more, his bites a little rougher than previously, his hand worked it's way between your legs, pushing them apart slightly before running along your folds, sending a shiver through your body at the unfamiliar touch. Moving his lips back to yours, he kissed you deeply as he pushed one finger into your entrance, moving it slowly as his thumb naturally found your clit and moved in small circles. Whimpered moans escaped from your lips, glancing down as Han was now moving down, placing kisses towards your nipple, gently sucking for a moment then positioning himself so his cock met your entrance. His eyes locked to yours and you nodded, reassuring him that this is what you wanted. He ran the tip along your folds once more before slowly pushing himself inside you, making you curse in unison as he paused, allowing your tight inside to adjust to his size. His thrusts were slow at first, easing you into the feeling and trying to keep himself from finishing right away.

As the pace picked up, you felt your body loosen and go fully into relaxation, causing waves of pleasure you'd never felt before. Han's face was hidden in the cushion next to you as his hips started to pick up speed, muffling his moans that he couldn't control anymore. "So fucking good." You hiss, feeling your body start to jerk, an unfamiliar wave of pleasure building. His face lifted from the pillow, cursing again as he pushed his lips into yours, roughly kissing you as his hips picked up pace and your nails dug into his back. "I'm gonna cum." You managed to get out through kisses. Han nods against you, his lips moving slowly from your lips to just under your ear. "Where do you want me to cum?" He moaned, slowing his pace a little to look into your eyes. With a small smile on your lips, you let your fingers rest gently on his jawline "I want us to cum together." you confirm, pulling him back into the kiss as his hips picked up speed again making your walls tighten around him as his cock starts to twitch inside you, sending you both into a furry of moans. "Fuck, Y/n... fuck." Han cursed, his cum warming your insides as you felt him climax, which only pushed you over the edge. Your lips met again as your bodies calmed, melting back into each other as Han slowly pulled out of you, the cum dripping from your insides as your legs shook from the pleasure. His twitching cock rested against your folds as he pressed his forehead into yours, a shaky laugh escaping his lips. "I'm glad it was you." He smiled, placing another gentle kiss, "Me too." You agreed.

#I DIDN'T MEAN FOR IT TO BE THIS LONG #Igvnsdivnsd #o geely moses hold your horses folks #im actually proud of this one lmao #skz smut #skz fanfic #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #han x reader #han jisung x y/n #han x y/n #han jisung smut #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #han jisung fanfic #stray kids #skz #stray kids x reader #han jisung #han skz

[veryace-ficrecs]

Hangman/rooster fic recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

the fox you feed by lemqnie - Rated M

It is 1885. Bradley Bradshaw undergoes the worst thing in the Wild West: a three-month long journey with his enemy (Jake Seresin) and a 13 year old (Maddie Whitman).

or they're cowboys travelling west to deliver a 13 year old girl to her parents.

We're Crashing Like Waves by Renai_chan - Rated M

Jake is a movie star looking to get some surfing lessons and Bradley is a surfer living a quiet life in Hawaii. Like the land and the sea, they come together on the edges of O‘ahu.

An Unexpected Visitor by DraconisWing24441 - Rated T

It's been a year since the mission, a year since Bradley and Jake have seen each other and decided to start over, but as friends. But when Jake decides to show up at Bradley's house one night, old feelings are rekindled and starting over, together, suddenly seems a hell of a lot more possible than before. ***** Unlocking the door, Bradley yanked it open with the full intention of ripping into the person pounding on his door for no good reason only to freeze as the open door revealed a soaking wet Hangman on his front stoop.  Frozen in shock – he hadn’t seen Hangman since the mission ended – Bradley found himself just staring at him as he tried to process the presence of the blonde aviator in front of him. Bradley asked, “Hangman?  Wh–what are you doing here?  And why are you soaking wet?”

waking up to you by honestlydarkprincess - Rated T

Jake drinks too much at a party he and Bradley throw for Bob's birthday. He wanders off, settles into Bradley's bed and they fall asleep. That's it, that's the fic. Based on the prompt "we’re roommates and you drunkenly passed out in my bed; move over I’m coming in"

you were nothing but trouble, baby and I've been sifting through the rubble lately by hangmanbradshaw - Rated M

Rooster rolled his eyes, but didn’t go any faster. He was in his head, which Jake knew how to handle. He pulled out his phone and tapped on the music library, swiping until he found what he was looking for. The beginning strums of Slow Ride filtered through the car bluetooth. He lulled his head over, smirked widely, and said, “I love this song.” Rooster shook his head, but Jake could tell a small smile was threatening to blossom. It felt like a small victory. “You haven’t changed.” Or The Twister AU

I miss your smile (And the wild things you say) by snowyroads - Not Rated

He doesn’t know when he fell asleep but when Bradley blinks an eye open, he sees the sun through the window, noticeably lower than when he got here. It casks a golden hue into the room against the baby blue walls. He rubs his face as he sits up, hears the sound of splashing outside along with laughter. Bradley forces himself to get up, the jet lag and time difference already messing with him, making him tired. “How many we need?” Bradley opens the door upon hearing the voice in the living room, maybe a bit too hard as the noise stops Jake in his tracks. Bradley doesn’t fail to notice how Jake’s shirtless, just in his swimming trunks, water dripping down his chest and abs. He feels a little light headed. or in which Bradley never realized how hard it would be to watch Jake Seresin walk around in swimming trunks for 2 weeks.

We Were Something, Don't You Think So? by Jeston17 - Rated T

Jake has too much to drink, leaving Bradley to take care of him and take him home. When Jake confesses that he still has feelings for Bradley, they’re left with no choice but to talk things over the next morning. Or: Jake gets drunk at the Hard Deck, Bradley rescues him from a creepy guy, Jake confesses he misses Bradley, and they work things out.

Men Like Us by DancingDisaster - Rated M

Seresin men love with reckless abandon. It’s put every man before him in the ground. Jake refuses to be buried. He flies like he has nothing left to lose (he doesn’t), a one man army (he is), leaving everyone else in the dust (so they don’t leave him). Admiral Kazansky claps him on the shoulder, says he expects great things from him, and Jake’s smile is feral as the rest of his flight school cohort looks on in disbelief. Hangman, they all say, like Jake’s entire personality was a long con, and he ranks first in class. Rooster doesn’t look at all. (They've got history spanning the better part of a decade and they are absolutely, positively not over it.)

looking good, feeling good by andthentheybow - Rated T

When the high of the fact that they made it out alive finally begins to fade, the burning in his ribs begins to make itself known. All seven of them that were in the air are ushered to the carrier’s medical wing to be checked over; most of the attention is focused on Maverick, who’s trying to brush the doctors off, but Rooster can feel two sets of eyes on him. Phoenix is expected, the slight worry between her brows suggesting that she can tell he’s in pain despite his brave face. Unexpected is Hangman, who puts a gentle hand on Rooster’s back and looks at him with something akin to concern.

kiss me, please by miraculousmultifan - Rated M

Pulling his gaze away from over Hangman’s shoulder, Rooster backed himself against the wall, pulling Hangman with him until he murmured desperately, his gaze still flicking to the side, “Kiss me. Please.” *** Rooster needs to hide from an old ex, and who better to back him against a wall and kiss him stupid than Jake “Hangman” Seresin?

low key in love by iridescent - Rated T

Bradley runs warm by nature, always has. Today, half an hour after exercise, he’s practically a radiator. He figures he can be generous enough to share the surplus heat rather than suffer through the nuisance of watching Seresin gradually edge closer to hypothermia. (In which Hangman is often freezing and Bradley, who is a human furnace, notices and starts feeling begrudgingly obliged to do something about it.)

only just getting started by bottledyarn - Rated T

Five times the dagger squad thought they knew what the deal was with hangman and rooster + the one time they got answers

flames look beautiful (if you forget what they can do) by Ravens_Words - Rated T

Bradley Bradshaw returns to consciousness with a gasp, hand going to his side, where a searing pain makes itself known. "-ster, hey," Jake snaps, holds his face in both hands and forces him to look his way, "breathe." Bradley does as he's told, as painful as it is, and his vision clears somewhat. Jake's crouched beside him, concern etched on his face, and what happened comes back to him in flashes. The mission going sideways at every possible turn, seeing Jake's plane get shot down in the sky, the less than smooth emergency landing in the woods that followed.

miles to go by Notchka88 - Rated M

Truth be told, Bradley hadn’t been expecting to be team leader. Given Maverick’s continued criticism of his flying and the shit Bradley had said to him—it had startled him to be Maverick’s choice. It had startled Hangman too, judging by the way his jaw had tightened and how he’d looked away, avoiding Bradley’s eyes during the briefing. Bradley should have been ready for Hangman’s reaction after everything that had happened between them, but it had still stung. (AU Canon Divergence where Rooster is Dagger One, Hangman is Dagger Two, and the mission goes as badly as in the film. When Rooster is shot down, it's Hangman who follows after him.)

I need attention (and I need it all from you) by haridwar - Rated M

“Mom and I agreed I wasn’t gonna enlist Mav.” Bradley had been reluctant to remind him while also trying not to sound too heartbroken. He didn’t want his mother feeling guiltier than she already did when there were more important things to be thinking about. “You promised your mom you wouldn’t fly, that you wouldn’t be a fighter pilot. There’s so much more to the navy than just that kiddo.” or: Bradley is a mini Hondo

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[marshmellowrio]

Flight of the Night | Chapter 7

Word count: 0.8K

A/N: A little chapter, in between assignments.

The following evening Cassian relays all that happened with Feyre and the Weaver to me as I get ready to go out.

We’re dragging Rhys along to finally loosen up a little bit, I fasten the buttons on my satin shirt. “And you’re going to the Mortal Realm tomorrow?”

Cassian nods from his place at my desk, eyeing the pieces of jewellery strewn across it. “Remind me why I’m coming and you’re not?”

“Rhys is asking Mor.” I roll my eyes, “Not that she’ll want to go, but he’ll try.”

Cassian twirls around in the chair with one of the rings in his hands, fiddling with it. “I know, but why am I coming? You’re better with words out of the two of us.”

My eyes glitter in amusement as I give him a grin. “He’ll want the extra protection.”

He looks unimpressed as he says, “That’s not a reason to leave you here, we’re equal in power.”

Now it’s my turn to look unimpressed, I gesture towards one of his Siphons with my head and make my way to where he’s sitting.

“Oh come on, you’re just as much a warrior as I am.”

I laugh softly and pick up my rings, gliding them over the correct fingers, “We’ll see what Mor says.”

❧ ⸻ ☙

Just as I thought, Mor was not in the mood to join the others in the Mortal Realm, no matter how much Rhys pestered her about it.

We had taken up a booth, the five of us, at Rita’s. Cassian and Azriel are well into their drinking binge, I watch as Cassian loses the card game again and Azriel grins. I smile softly, rolling my eyes when Cass groans from beside me and downs his drink in defeat.

“Why don’t you take Lyssa instead?” I tune into Mor and Rhys’s conversation when she drops my name.

Looking to the end of the booth, both of them are looking at me. I hadn’t realised they were still bickering about tomorrow. “What?”

“Three Illyrians might be pushing it for the humans.” Rhys reasons with her.

Mor sighs, “I think it would be good for them to see another female.”

While Rhys thinks it over I turn my attention back to the two Illyrians, right as Azriel slaps his hand flat on the table. My eyes widen and my brows furrow, immediately scanning the environment for a potential threat. Only when I hear Cassian’s boisterous laugh do I realise Az lost this round. I shake my head at the two of them.

“Lyss, you’re going with us tomorrow.” Rhys orders and I nod to him, showing I’ve heard his statement.

Cassian falls on me, throwing his arms around my body. “I told you!”

“Okay, now that that’s settled. Let’s get you drunk.” Mor says to Rhys, her hand shooting up to signal the waiter.

A couple of hours and many drinks later, I’m on the dancefloor with Mor and Cass, while Az and Rhys keep drinking in the booth, watching us.

Mor’s red dress, matching my shirt, twirls around her as she herself twirls all over the dancefloor. Cassian struggling to catch up to her, his intoxication becoming clearer as he trips over his feet.

I saunter over to the booth, my eyes hooded as I grin at the two males before me. Azriel starts shaking his head, before I reach them, but he’s too late to shuffle back into the booth as I grab his wrists, pulling.

The soft whine that leaves his lips has me throwing my head back in a laugh, but I push on, pulling him successfully from the booth and over to the dancefloor. Rhys follows suit, going over to Cassian and Mor, who drag him along instantly.

Once he’s on the dancefloor, surrounded by other fae, it doesn’t take long for Azriel to start moving to the beat. The liquor in his system quickly taking over his senses and I move along with him, enjoying his company.

My arms raise and my body moves on it’s own, letting the music take over. The dimmed lights filtering through my closed eyelids, a hand slides over my abdomen and they fly open again.

I recognise Azriel’s overwhelming scent as he pulls me back flush against his body, resting his chin on my shoulder and I close my eyes again. Dancing on. My body singing.

We break apart forcefully as an out of breath Mor crashes into us, followed by Cassian and Rhys.

“I need a drink,” Mor says as the three of them lead us back to the booth and we spend the rest of the night, talking and drinking amongst ourselves, often taking a break with a little dance.

A/N: I've finally finished ACOSF! I need more! But anyway, I've decided to not follow the books exactly, the storyline will be the same, but I won't be including all of the chapter in this story. Only the ones of importance to Lyssa's character or to the story will be included. Until I start branching off to tell Lyssa's story. Which will probably take place after ACOSF - that is if I don't change my mind once I've read AHOFAS.

This is what I had in mind for Lyssa's outfit for this chapter (but you are of course free to imagine anything) Let me know if you want me to continue adding these!:

Taglist: @inloveallthetime @mybestfriendmademe @blackgirlmagicforever @dreammoutlouddd

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hello lovely eve. ive been having thoughts, recently. anyway wondering if you would want to write something to do with the day/time after a hard day. youve done some of my absolutely favourite fics for like Bad Days (im thinking esp rn of what we deserve (i think thats what its called)) but also after that? bc the after support is so crucial and i think the lions would do so well. any ship!! if not, i totally understand, i hope your day/week is lovelylovely!!

This is such a great prompt! The aftershocks of hard events are just as important as the conflict itself--this ask was combined with one for a timeskip followup to Self-Care, a fic about Finn's bad habits. All characters belong to @lumosinlove <3

Leo paused at the back of the couch and bent, nestling a kiss on the top of Finn’s head. “Good book?”

A quiet hum answered.

“Good part?”

Another hum; Finn pressed up and Leo tilted his head to leave another kiss on his temple. A clatter and a soft curse filtered out of the kitchen, but Finn hardly flinched.

Leo nuzzled against the wispy, silken ends of his hair until his cheek could slot just above Finn’s ear. The couch dug into his stomach a bit, but he didn’t mind. “You tired?”

Finn’s laugh answered his question before his words ever could. “Yeah.”

He picked at the hem of Leo’s threadbare Saints sweatshirt with a sleepy kind of apathy. His book hung limp from the fingers of his other hand, abandoned only two pages past where it had been the last time Leo checked on him. Finn’s breaths were methodic when he rubbed a palm over his chest and nibbled the shell of his ear, just to watch a smile pull at his tired eyes. “Come to bed.”

Finn cast him a sideways, skeptical look. “It’s 8:45.”

“And you’re the sleep police?” Leo hooked a finger in the collar of his sweatshirt and pulled. “It’s been a long day. You’re tired. We can fix that problem with our nice new mattress.”

Finn was quiet for a moment; Leo felt him lean back into the cushions and the cradle of his arm, a slow breath leaving him when Leo began toying with the hoodie strings. “You know, I kind of miss the old one.”

“It barely fit us.”

“Yeah.” Fondness shone on every word. “It was nice. Waking up all over each other. Always had you in arm’s reach.” Another beat of silence passed. “I lose you at night, sometimes.”

Oh god. Leo’s heart yanked—he held Finn a little tighter. “Sorry, cher.”

“Not your fault.”

“Is that…is that why you were upset today?” Logan came out of the kitchen with a precarious tray of tea, tongue poking out over his lower lip as he balanced their mugs on the table. Leo caught his eye and gave a small smile that relaxed the pinch of his forehead.

Finn took no notice of the change, save for a shift to the side in an obvious bid to have Logan sit next to him. “Nah,” he said as Logan took the hint and tucked himself between the arm rest and Finn. “Just a bad day, I think. Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” Logan tugged the book from Finn’s hands and set it aside, then replaced it with a mug of tea and pressed his fingers around the warm ceramic with an encouraging nudge. “Drink. You’ll sleep better.”

Finn smiled wryly. “Morphine? Chloroform?”

“Decaf. Very potent.”

“Thanks, Lo.”

Logan poked his ankle with his foot and snuggled Finn under his arm. “Don’t thank me for things you do every day.”

Finn went to protest, but something on their faces must have stopped him, because he bit back the words and took an obedient sip of tea. Leo didn’t know why he watched so intently—maybe for reassurance, maybe to make sure Finn was really on the up-and-up. Steam curled up around his copper lashes and turned the tips invisible when he blinked. He gave a nod. “ ‘S good.”

“Of course it is.”

“I’m—” Finn pressed his lips together and exhaled; steam billowed off his mug. “I’m sorry my brain doesn’t work right.”

Once, that would have broken Leo’s heart. Once, he would have jumped to soothe and bent over backwards to fix it all. Once, he would have taken it as personally as a slap to the face. Not enough. Not good enough. Missing Finn’s signals left and right—did Leo even love him, if he couldn’t pay attention?

The tight ball of insecurity in his chest may as well have been a marble, rolling about and looking for something to knock over in an empty room. He kissed the top of Finn’s head again. “I don’t see anything you need to be sorry for.”

“I’m sorry I missed your pass earlier,” Logan said, taking a long sip of his own tea. “It was a good one. I just wasn’t looking.”

Finn’s shoulders relaxed under Leo’s hand. Fuck yeah, Tremblay. There’s my MVP. “Really?”

“Mhmm.”

“What about—”

“You were on form.” Normally, Leo didn’t like it when Logan interrupted. This seemed like a much-needed exception. Logan raised his eyebrows at Finn’s suspicious look. “You were. I know you don’t feel like it, but you looked really good out there. That pass was on me.”

Finn’s punch to his shoulder was a roll of knuckles at best. Logan still smiled, still took it with faux-hurt and a hand over the heart. “Eyes up, Tremzy.”

Logan whistled quietly. “Five for fighting and two for roughing. What would Coach say?”

“Doesn’t count if you deserved it.”

“Oh, is that how that works?” Leo laughed. Logan glanced up at him with an impish grin, and passed the last mug over the couch. Peppermint filled the air, sweetened by honey.

They drank in relative silence, hands and legs and arms looped around each other until Leo could hardly tell where one ended and another began. Finn was right; however nice it was to not risk falling off the mattress in the middle of the night, he did miss the inevitable proximity of fitting three people on a single bed.

He supposed it wouldn’t be too hard to make an effort tonight.

The clock ticked as nine o’clock arrived at last. Leo finished the last of his tea and leaned over Finn to set it on the table, offering an apology in the form of a kiss to his cheekbone. “Bedtime.”

“Yeah.”

Logan took the mugs, Leo took Finn, and Finn went without protest into a brief, firm hug. “Love you,” Leo murmured. He felt the answering mumble more than he heard it. “Your brain isn’t broken.”

Finn sighed, slipping his hands under Leo’s shirt to rest against his skin. “Feels broken.”

“I think it’s pretty great, regardless.”

“You’re just a really nice person, Le.”

“I just love you a whole lot.” He let Finn pull away and cupped his face in both hands, running his thumbs along the summer lilac under his eyes. Exhaustion tarnished his bright edges. “Come to bed with me?”

Finn rested there for several seconds, then nodded. They went together.

Leo had only just managed to tuck Finn into the curve of his body before Logan was there, shuffling under the sheets to join them and reaching over Finn’s waist to hold the crook of Leo’s elbow. Finn made a quiet, sleepy noise and pushed his face into Logan’s chest; Logan’s eyes crinkled at the corners, and his expression only grew more contented when he looked up and found Leo already watching them.

Leo waited until Finn had mostly relaxed into drowsy limbo before risking a thumbs-up across the sheets. Logan fought back a smile and returned it, nose scrunching. Success. Another win for their tally. It was a shit day, a hard day, but they could still end it like this and that would be more than enough.

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Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter 24: When It All Goes Out

Summary- 5.8k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. Returning from Florida meant returning to the last bit of winter weather and it hit with ferocity, leaving Duluth without power. Luckily Curtis is ready to handle such a challenge.

Warnings- Intimate sex and some talk of Curtis's past and his grandparents being ill from cancer and a stroke. Mentions of freezing cold weather? Is that a warning?

A/N- I had to throw in a winter storm because they are something I experience every year, along with losing our power when it is freezing ice cold and it is miserable. I need someone like Curtis who can make that experience a lot better! I also wanted to meet some more of his family and this seemed like a good way to do it. As always, thank you so much @what-is-your-plan-today for editing this, also thank you to everyone who has been following these two! Divider made by @firefly-graphics As always happy reading, Liking, Commenting, and Reblogging are so appreciated! 🐝

Chapter Twenty-Three / Masterlist

The end of February and beginning of March came in with the coldest snap of the year, the wind blew freezing temperatures off the lake and you swore you were moving to live with Jade after the fifth night you stood at your stove while stirring your pot of hot soup. Curtis was working on putting heavy sheets of clear plastic over your very drafty windows after he felt how much cold was creeping in, leaving your heat running constantly.

“I have plenty here if you want some dinner.” You muttered as you tasted the broth off the tip of your spoon. “But I’m sure you are sick of it by now?” 

Curtis was stretching to the tip of his toes to get the tape in place, giving you a glimpse of his pale belly, the Florida tan having faded away as fast as it arrived. You could feel yourself getting all wistful for the sun filtering through the palm trees in Frank and Jade’s backyard.

“Honey, if you're feeding me, I’m not going to have any complaints. Soup sounds warm and I’m still freezing from today. Sucks having to work outside on days like today. Should have seen Edgar. Had on so many layers he could barely move.” He moved back from the windows and checked the seams of the plastic. “Okay, I think this will help a bit. I don't feel a draft sneaking through anymore.” 

You clicked off the stove and hugged around his waist. “Thank you Curtis.” 

“I got your bedroom too, that was not quite as bad as these kitchen ones, but Honey this building has so many issues.” He frowned as his eyes roamed around your tiny apartment. 

“As soon as my lease is up, I’m moving. I’m not crazy about this place either. I was thinking about a little house next.” You said while easing back to the stove to ladle up the soup. “I miss having a garden to work in. I had the most beautiful one with my parents since I also lived in an apartment there.” You placed the bowels side by side at the table while Curtis picked up his supplies. “I always wanted a yard, with a porch either on the front or back of the house.” You smiled a bit at the thought of it, Curtis catching your wistful look while you daydreamed.

“You know my Gram had lots of gardens in that yard. If we can’t find the house you want, you can certainly use them.” He offered as you finished up the table with some drinks and warm bread that you had baked that afternoon, butter alongside it, because warm bread needed slathers of salty butter to bring it to life. It was something you used to deny yourself daily. Now you thoroughly enjoyed it whenever the mood struck. It started with you making it for Curtis, because he enjoyed it so much but now, it was just as much for yourself as him. 

Hearing Curtis mention the old garden beds at his own house made you perk up. “She did? Do you remember what was in them? Are they even still there?” 

“Yeah, they are still there, it wouldn’t be hard for me to rent a rototiller to break that ground back up for you. And she did everything, flowers, vegetables, herbs. There are some bushes and fruit trees back behind the treehouse that can probably be brought back to life. All her tools are still in the shed. Grandpa didn’t have the heart to toss them after she stopped being able to use them.” Curtis dunked a piece of bread in his soup and bit into it, letting his eyes slip to a close while he chewed, thoroughly enjoying his food. 

“I would love to revive your Grandmother's gardens Curtis.” You worked on sitting down but once again Curtis hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you to his lap, hugging around you. You didn’t try to pull away like before, just slid your bowl over close to his and took your own bite. You had to admit it was warmer in his hold, a feeling of security that you’ve grown accustomed to being with Curtis.

“Mmhh you’re so warm, makes me wish I could stay tonight.” He grumbled, knowing in this cold he had to keep his fire going and make sure his water didn’t freeze up. “She would appreciate it, I tried for a few years to keep them going after she passed, but it was so time consuming and I just didn’t have enough hours in the day and I just didn’t have the knack for keeping anything alive like she could.” 

“Trust me, I wish you could stay too. You are like a furnace when you’re sleeping, perfect to keep me warm tonight.” You chuckled, leaning into him as you took a bite of bread, savoring its rich warm taste. “I will send some of this bread home with you.” You twisted a bite off for Curtis and held it up to him, which he promptly took with a light nip to your fingertips. “Make yourself some toast tomorrow before work.” 

“You do that and I will just come back looking for more.” He teased you with a bypass on soup and bread for the curve of your neck, hitting that sweet spot of yours that always made your breath catch. Your hand lifted to cup the back of his head, making you breathe deeply while muttering a curse at him. 

“You're an absolute fucking menace Everett.” Making him laugh deeply, the vibrations from his chest felt in your back where you were pressed against him. “Keeping you coming back was my master plan though. However how about we go to a movie and dinner tomorrow? My Friday night treat?” 

“You wanna take me out on a date, Pretty Girl?” 

“Sure, gotta show you off once in a while.” You winked at him before turning back to your soup. 

“Well, I will be delighted, make sure I wear my finest beanie hat and coat you got me for Christmas.” Curtis promised, making your cheeks heat with affection at how happy he still was with his Christmas gifts. 

Friday you ended up waking up to a freezing cold apartment. You weren’t the only one you found out while you bundled up into several layers, your phone was flashing with weather alerts and school cancellations due to power. The cold snap ended up being matched with high winds that snapped frozen tree branches all over the place, knocking out several areas of power all over Duluth. 

You were bundling up in even more clothes, trying to remember all the things your dad taught you about what to do during a power outage like this when your phone rang with Curtis’s name popping up. 

“Hey.” You answered while curling up in your bed to get in the blankets. “You without power too?” 

“Yes, I woke up a while ago getting the fire going and making sure my water was running. Pack a bag, you should come stay with me. I’m going to go pick up my aunt to bring her here, Ella is packing up her and Sophia. It’s too cold for you all to be staying without heat.” 

You happened to agree and staying at Curtis’s sounds much better than your icebox of an apartment. 

“You are a literal knight in shining armor Curtis.” You made him chuckle into the phone. “Want me to grab anything?” 

“Nah, I got everything we need. If the car has a hard time starting, give me a call and I will pick you up. When you get here pull right into the garage.  The truck should be fine as long as I cover it from the wind.” He instructed and once you assured him you would be there soon, you hung up. 

Clothes weren’t much of a problem, you had plenty there. But you wanted to bring your laptop in case you were able to do a bit of work on it, plus you were sure Curtis had a small emergency battery you could plug it into to charge. You grabbed a few other things that you knew wouldn’t do well in the cold, including your tiny little spider plant you were just starting. You finally managed to get your bag of stuff you needed in the car and luck was with you as it quickly started without too much trouble.

When you got to Curtis’s place, going in through the garage, it was currently empty of any occupants. Your bag of stuff in one hand, your spider plant precariously balanced in the other, you called out Curtis’s name, not expecting any answer. “Guess it’s just me and you for now, Peter.” You muttered to your little sprig of greenery, making sure to place it in the living room where the wood stove was currently keeping the space toasty warm.

Figuring Curtis must be picking up his aunt, whom you had yet to meet, and Ella was coming with Sophia, you decided to get some hot water onto the stove, which luckily still managed to work with the flick of a lighter, enabling you to start heating up water and milk for drinks. Going into your cupboard above the stove, you brought down several teas, a container of instant coffee and a special mix of cocoa you had purchased with Sophia in mind. 

“Jesus Christ and tits, it's cold out.” Ella suddenly announced as she ushered Sophia through the garage door, holding onto her kid’s jacket before she could bolt off. “Get your boots off and go say hi to Y/N.” “I got some cocoa for Sophia going if she wants some.” You poked your head into the hallway to see if they needed any help. Ella tossed you a bag of clothes for you to take off her hands while she worked on getting Sophia out of the outside clothes.

“What do you say Soph, hot chocolate?” 

“Does it have the mallows?” She asked so solemnly and you nodded with enthusiasm.

“Unicorn ones. I picked them up last week when I was grocery shopping.”

Sophia’s brown eyes widened with excitement and she hurriedly wriggled out of her clothes while you went to set the bag of clothes in the living room. When you came back out to the kitchen, she was pulling the stool over to the counter to help assist in your cocoa making adventures. “Ella, you want anything?” 

“If you have any kind of coffee, I would fight my cousin and make you my girlfriend.” She shouted while she stuffed everything in the closet to get it out of the way. 

“I got instant.” you answered back while pouring the heated milk into a mug. “Careful Soph, it’s hot.” Grabbing the package, you emptied it into a flower mug for Sophia. 

“Oooh, they are pink and purple unicorns!” The little girl said excitedly as she carefully stirred the powder into the milk, changing the color to a soft brown color. She scooped a marshmallow and blew on it before biting it. “Mmmhh.”

“Perfect for today.” You agreed with Sophia while you made two more mugs, one with instant coffee for Ella and you drizzled some of your honey into another and a tea bag. Ella came in, pressing cold hands against her daughter's warming cheeks, making Sophia squeal and twist out of her mothers hold to march to the table with her mug.

“Ahhh, looks like I have to fight Curtis, good thing I fight dirty.” She wrapped her hands around her mug and stole a splash of warm milk and sugar to finish sweetening it. 

“I will be your cheerleader from the sideline. I am a great prize.” You snorted in laughter. “So what were your plans this weekend before all this?” 

“Oh Sophia was gonna go stay at my mother’s for an overnight while I went to the aquarium to help set up a new exhibit.” Ella sipped from her mug. “I will still go tonight if they let me. Right now everything is going into maintaining the generators, so they might not let any of us go ahead with doing the changeover exhibits.” she shrugged. “I’m actually okay if I have the weekend off. It was a pain in the ass touch tank, one that always is a bitch to deep clean those things.” 

“Momma!” Sophia scowled over her mug, sporting a chocolate mustache now. “You swore.” 

“Don’t worry, it will happen again.” Ella crossed her eyes at Sophia to make her giggle and went right back to her coffee and convo with you. “What about you and Curtis? Any plans this weekend?” 

“Ahh, we were going to do a little date night tonight when I got out of work. Movie and dinner, been a while since we have done that, but I don’t know how long this storm will keep the power out for. Staying in works for me though. I can spend the day in comfy clothes.” 

Ella shot out her leg to show the fuzzy pajama bottoms she was wearing sporting the batman logos and extra thick socks, one in bright pink, the other in purple. “I’m right there with you.” 

The rumble of a truck could be heard and Ella sprang from her chair to open the garage door. “Hey mom! Curtis! Just in time, Y/N has hot water going.” Ella’s arm wrapped around an older woman, half hidden in a giant winter coat and Curtis followed her hurriedly, his heavy boots thumping on the linoleum as if he was trying to warm up and get the door closed against the chill. You could just barely see him under his hoodie, which he shoved down off his head but kept his beanie on, pulling it down enough to cover the tops of his ears. 

“It’s like hell froze over out there.” He opted to kick his boots off and slip his jacket off to hang in the closet. 

“UNCLE CURTIS.” Sophia scowled at him from the kitchen table. “Bad word!” 

Curtis scowled right back at his niece, taking the effort to make a funny face at her to make her giggle into her cup as her expression went from serious disappointment to glee. “How much do I owe you now for the bad words?” 

“Million trillion gazillion.” Sophia said confidently and Curtis sighed with exasperation. 

“Kabillion? I might have to write you a check kid.” He continued teasing her. 

Ella assisted helping her mom, talking a mile a minute to the woman. Sophia waved a hand while she had her cup half tipped to her mouth, choosing to finish her precious unicorn hot chocolate before going to greet her grammy and uncle. You just stayed quiet, sipping your tea and watched everyone greet each other in a chaotic manner. 

“Froze over and then decided it still wasn’t cold enough.” Ella confirmed Curtis’s statement while the trio went into the kitchen. “Y/N, have you met my mother yet?” 

“No, but I’m glad you were able to come.” You held out a hand and the woman, who was on the shorter side of the family, just coming up to your own shoulders meaning Curtis and Ella towered over her, looked at your hand and swept it away as if offended. 

“I’ve heard so much about you, I feel like we’ve already met.” She wrapped her arms around you, catching you by surprise. “Call me Lisa.” 

You were quick to recover with a swift smile and nod. “Sure Lisa. You must be frozen, please come to the table so I can make you something.” 

The woman accepts graciously, letting you lead her away while Ella gathers boots to tuck away and Curtis finishes hanging up winter clothes in the closet. They could hear Lisa start right in about how the kitchen table had been her parents and had many similar days, spent around it warming up after a cold winter day with ‘coffee strong enough to keep you awake for days.’ Making you laugh as you joined Lisa and Sophia at the table. 

“See that, fits right in. Mom loves her.” Ella winked at Curtis who gave an eye roll, but he couldn’t keep the grin at bay seeing how relaxed you were alongside his niece and aunt, comfortable as could be. 

The day was soon filled with activities to pass the time now that Curtis was sure everyone was able to stay warm. Several games were dragged out from the top living room bookshelves, helping make them kid-friendly so Sophia could play. 

The small wood stove in the living room kept the house heated for the most part and when it came to the evening, you started to light candles while Curtis went to retrieve some of his grandparent's old oil lamps from the garage. The house felt lively as the rest of the world almost felt shut down, at least in their part of Duluth. 

The oil lamps cast a warm glow around the living room, Curtis making sure to set a couple near where his aunt was curled on the couch, working on a project with her crochet hook and a large bag near her full of bright colored yarns. 

Sophia and Curtis were playing some game nearby while Ella worked in the kitchen, picking up from the meal earlier. You sat on the other end of the couch, taking a breather after the chaos of the day, Ella having chased you from the kitchen claiming she had it all under control. You also didn’t want Lisa to be alone and although you didn’t know her, felt better giving her some company. 

The woman was just as friendly as Curtis and Ella, her eyes lifting from her project with a smile. “Dinner was fantastic Y/N, you can make me chili any time.”

You eased a bit at her friendly welcoming tone. “Thanks, it was the only thing I could come up with that didn’t require the power for the oven.” 

Lisa laughed, hooking her string around her finger, and with a flash her hook was back to a whirl of movement. “My parents always went to beans and hot dogs.” Her eyes flashed and a soft smile curled her mouth at the memory. “You will get creative. This happens quite often up here this time of year. I keep telling Curtis he needs to replace the generator, it’s on his to-do list.” Lisa leveled you a look, making you giggle a bit. 

“He has a long to-do list?” 

“So he claims. But he has done a good job on this old place. It was a lot rougher a few years ago when Dad was sick. A lot of repairs needed to get done, these old houses as sturdy as they are, are also always falling apart.” Lisa said softly while she started another row. “Curtis moved back in when mom got sick and for that, I’m always going to be grateful to him.” 

You nodded, curious as you hadn’t heard much about this time in Curtis’s life. “It must have been hard for all of you when that happened.” 

Lisa nodded in agreement as she twisted her project, inspecting her stitches. “Cancer is harsh. Mom refused to be sad about it though and I think that kind of took a toll on Dad and Curtis, because they weren’t able to be sad about it either. At least not near her. Then after Mom passed, Dad just went downhill, heartbreak.” She said, sighing as she glanced at you. “Then when he had his stroke, Curtis stayed to help take care of him too and make sure he wasn’t living alone.” The older woman seemed lost in her memories for a moment till she glanced at you, seeing that you were paying attention. “I’m sorry, this is a heavy conversation after we just met.” 

“It’s okay.” You assured Lisa with a genuine gentle smile. “It helps to talk about them. Curtis mentions things once in a while. I know he misses them a lot.” 

“Sometimes that boy keeps way too much buried inside, always being the one who takes care of everyone.” Lisa smiled thankfully, giving a small glance around the room that she had grown up in, as well as her daughter and nephew, now her granddaughter would have memories as well

“We all keep too much inside, why I agree with you. It does help to talk about them. I’m glad Curtis still does. Do you crochet?” She held up her project in question. 

“No, that's one I have never gotten to try. I sew costumes for the drama club. But I always wanted to learn.” 

“Well get over here, I got more hooks and plenty of yarn, let me teach you.” Lisa set her project aside and pulled up her bag. “What’s your favorite color?” 

“Oh um, I love almost anything.” You peered into the bag and she pulled out a spool of greens that reminded you of summertime. 

“You can use this, I have more at home. Okay, so we are going to start with a loop…” 

You got engrossed in the lesson, and you and Lisa lost track of the other people in the house. Not by Curtis though, once in a while he would wander into the brightly lit living room to check on the fire, which didn’t actually need any tending. 

Seeing you bite on your lip as you slowly mimicked Lisa’s movements, you looked like you were enjoying yourself. This felt right to him, this made his house feel like home. 

You shivered as you crawled into bed that night, using a flashlight to see in the dark upstairs, opting to keep the lanterns downstairs for Ella and Lisa to use. Outside the wind howled and made tree branches scrape ominously against the side of the house, adding to the slightly spooky feeling that having the power out so long gave.

“Damn, it's still so cold.” You tucked yourself under the multitude of blankets covering Curtis’s bed. “You sure everyone is all good downstairs?” You asked quietly when Curtis came into the bedroom, sporting a steaming cup for you. You gratefully took it, wrapping your hands around the hot mug to warm your fingers up. 

“They are, it’s warmer down there than it is in here.” Curtis assured you, easing the door partially shut for a little privacy. 

Downstairs, Lisa ended up in the bedroom just off the kitchen which Curtis was sure to have the door open for the day to warm it up and in the living room you and Ella opened the pull-out couch, equipping it with plenty of blankets for them. 

Curtis managed to stir up the fire and refill it with wood for the next few hours just before coming up the stairs and from somewhere in the depths of the old house, you thought you felt it sigh in peace as all the occupants settled for the night. “Okay. I just wanted to be sure everyone is comfortable.” 

You sipped on the warm tea while watching Curtis hurry brushing his teeth and changing into his gray sweatpants and a hoodie. “I gave the stove a good amount of wood, it should warm up a bit more up here too.” He slipped in next to you, pulling the blankets up high around the two of you. 

You curled up closer, sliding your hands under his shirt to press against his warm chest while he wrapped an arm around you, mimicking the move against your back. “Your hands are freezing Curtis.” You whined into his hoodie. He promptly started rubbing them against your back to heat them up. 

“Better?” He rumbled sleepily and you hummed a sleepy yes. “Thank you Honey, for everything you did today. I’m sorry we didn’t get to go do that date though.” 

You lifted your head enough to look up at him, smiling up at him. “You are welcome Curtis and we have other nights to go on a date. I had a great time today.” You cuddled in closer. 

It didn’t escape Curtis’s notice that you didn’t brush off what you did today like it was nothing. You happily accepted his thanks because you deserved it. You whispered a good night, passed a quick kiss, and curled up comfortably next to him. 

It was almost pitch black in the bedroom when you were woken, the air chilly on your nose but you felt a warm breath against your ear, a press of chapped lips and the scratch of Curtis’s beard against the curve of your neck.

“Mmhh Curtis?” You muttered as you felt his hand slide under the sweater you wore to bed to keep warm. 

“Shh Pretty Girl.” He nudged at you lightly with his hips, pressing himself against you. 

Really pressed against you, you could feel him hard through the layers you both were wearing. “Our door is open and they will hear us downstairs.” 

That sent an excited little shiver to escape as he continued to kiss on whatever skin he could find. His hand moving aside your hair while he nipped at your sensitive place where your pulse fluttered in excitement. “You sure?” You gave a little throaty whine when his hand under your shirt squeezed a breast. 

“Fuck yes. You made me so fucking happy today when it could have all gone to shit, you made everyone so comfortable and feel welcomed.” He admitted to you in hushed whispers. “I thought I could ignore how much it turned me on, but I just don’t want to anymore.” 

You arched into his touch again, wriggling back against his broad chest. “That really got you this worked up?” You asked curiously. 

“Yup.” was all he muttered as his hand moved out from under your shirt and he pulled the blankets over the two of you to cocoon you underneath. You eased to your back as he pulled over the top of you, holding himself up on his elbows while he started kissing you softly, pressing his lips against yours, over and over till you both started to relax into the sensation. 

It was making your half-asleep mind go all fuzzy and warm feeling him press himself over the top of you and continue kissing you. Now his tongue slid over your teeth and pressed against your own tongue, making you both moan at the sensation of one another. Your fingers curled into his hoodie, to pull him harder against you, his hips snug against yours and rocking into you. 

“You might have to keep me quiet.” You whispered when you both broke, your head tilting back so he could once more kiss on your jaw, another moan escaping him as he rocked into your soft body once again. 

“I always got you Honey. Lift your hips.” He pulled up just a bit, enough for you to push at your sweats to work them off with his help. Under the blankets everything was muffled, the blankets keeping you both warm and snug stretched around you both. More kisses soon distracted you both for a moment, your bare legs hooking around Curtis’s thighs which were still encased in his soft worn sweats that always drove you crazy. You mumbled against his lips, panting slightly to catch your breath. 

“You still have too many clothes on Curtis.”

He tilted his head to catch your earlobe, sucking on it, his chin a sensual scrape against your neck that sent a shiver down your spine. Your hands dragged down his muscled back, tugging at his sweatshirt to pull it off to touch bare heated skin. He mimicked the action, making you lose your shirt over the edge of the bed. “Fuck.” He hissed as you ground yourself against his groin again, needing that friction. The fabric of his sweatpants rough against your sensitive clit. Your nails pushed down the last dip of his lower back and under the band to grab onto his flexing cheeks and pull him harder against you. Suddenly he shoved at his pants, pushing them low enough for his cock to spring free, needing them off now. 

You pulled up once more to kiss him, sighing against his mouth at feeling his cock press against you and he eased himself into you with a matching satisfied sigh, his weight pressing over you into the mattress. Easing your hands up to spread over his cheeks and running your thumb over his bottom lip before placing more soft kisses on his mouth, you felt his expression under your fingertips, the slight curve of his mouth pressing against yours made you smile against him.

You both kept the kisses light, brushes of lips against one another and rubbing noses while Curtis barely rocked himself against you. He rose on his elbows enough to touch his forehead to yours, his fingers burying into the hair along the side of your head while he rocked into you with soft grunts. You soaked into the feeling of him, easing your hips to meet him with a slow unrushed arch. 

It was different, no chasing and encouraging one another to finish, but just enjoying the feeling of your bodies pressing against each other. You let your hands slide down off his cheeks to the side of his neck, closing your eyes as your fingertips traced tendons flexing whenever he tensed in his movements and then down to his muscled shoulders. You sensed him shifting, the brush of his beard against your neck making you moan against his ear while his weight sunk on you. The hair of his chest tickling your breasts till he pressed against your soft body. 

You felt the groan in the hollow of your throat as he skimmed his mouth against you. “You always feel so good under me Honey.” Heat spiraled up your spine as you made yourself softer against him, your thighs rubbing up and down against the side of his hips and circling a leg to hook over his rocking ass to press him in closer. You wanted to drown in this feeling with him, make it last forever. 

His fingers tightened just enough to move your head to tilt towards him, his lips resting against yours while your gazes locked, sharing each other's soft pants. 

Thick lashes framed around his shining blue eyes, his pupils wide, searching yours while you were sure your gaze had a similar expression, except when he tilted his hips into the gentle rocking and Curtis pressed against you in a way that made you tighten around him, your eyes fluttering up as your breath hitched. “What are you thinking about Curtis?” You pondered in a whisper before pressing your mouth more to his. 

You couldn’t get enough of this intimacy you were sharing with Curtis. Sex had always been good for you two, but this felt different. You felt him everywhere and you felt just as seen, barely breaking your gazes unless some sensation rocked through one of you, making your bodies so good while embracing the sensation. 

But you two always relaxed again once it passed, sharing in the moment. 

You felt Curtis groan against you, the vibrations pressed into your chest as you rocked once more to meet him till he slowed even more. “How good this all feels.” He finally whispered against the curve of your neck where he buried his face. You thought he was talking about this moment alone and arched up into him slightly, running your hands down his back, feeling more of him, wishing you weren’t already building up to a release. “You in my home, fitting so fucking good in my life.” More kisses pressed against your pulse as he rocked back into your wanting body. 

You grabbed at the back of his head to press him closer as he kept talking. “How life just feels so sweet with you Honey.” You smiled and it felt so good to smile in this moment, when you were feeling so close with Curtis. It sent an urgency racing through you, unable to stop the sultry moan escaping as your head tipped back and you tightened around Curtis. His head lifted to watch you come undone, keeping up the slow dragged pace he was using, rubbing his hips into yours while your hot velvet heat clamped around him, the rush of your orgasm made him grin.

“Fuck you are so sexy when you come. Come on Pretty Girl, let me feel you. Just give in.” He encouraged, soft kisses pressing against your forehead and side of your face before he pulled back again to watch you. 

You rutted your chin up as you pressed back into the pillows, another moan escaping while your body broke in the softest way. You rode the high that felt like a warm wave washing over you when it passed, making you want to curl up in his hold, against his tattooed chest and soak in all of his touches that always made you feel beautiful. This wasn’t just your orgasm, it didn’t belong to you this time. 

This was his, this one belonged to him so you let him see how good it did make you feel. You let your arms circle around his neck and pull his face towards yours, letting your forehead lean into his, sharing a deeper kiss that poured all you were feeling and was so close to saying. 

Curtis watched your face meld into euphoria, which is all he ever wanted to do since the day he saw you standing on the bus steps with your students piling up behind you. You smiled so sweetly at him and he wanted more of that. He was always going to want more of that. 

Your nails raked gently up his back, your thighs pressing in closer to touch your foot against the top of his ass, pushing him down to bury in you. “I’m going to feel you for days Curtis.” You whispered with a satisfied moan. “It’s your turn. Fill me up Baby.” You begged, so sweetly with nipping kisses to his jaw and along his neck, your body arched under his, pressing all your curves he was passionate about against him. “You feel so good inside of me. I don’t want this to stop.” 

Curtis felt the rush you gave him with your words, the pull in his body to fill you with his spend was so intense, that he sped up. He grabbed your hip to keep you against him and you begged him for it till he spilled with a sharp yell of your name and he pinned you under him while warmth spread through you and he made no move to pull out. . 

You felt him relax with a groan, hugging you to him and refusing to let you move just yet. You didn't try to pull away but clung to him, both of you warm inside and out.

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