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lectric0onme · 2 months

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just remembered of a thing I started but never ended on The View Between Villages (by Noah Kahan) as Remus' song when he's getting back to Hogwarts.

Still a draft tbh

"Air in my lungs ‘til the road begins As the last of the bus leave their homes again He eventually had got himself to quit it, the smoking habit, for so many years; how many? ten?, twelve maybe. Those years where he had tried to quit everything that held memories in it. Everything that even slightly could bring him back to images of his past.

He found himself agreeing that forgetting, or at least pretending to forget, could be his only salvation. Because he couldn’t take it.

Of course he fucking couldn’t. You know what fucking happaned.

But here he was again. with a rolled cigarette between his fingers, close to his face. And, oh if everything was as easy as this! Smooth and controlled movements of poisonous air slipping through his lips.

It's not that he was ready to face it all together again, surely he wasn't. He knew it, everyone knew it, even Dumbledore had to know it.

When things like that happen to people; when you're left alone, so alone and in so much pain that even being remembered every month of the monster that's in you isn’t as big of a problem, and when betrayal happens to people, that type of betrayal that leaves you broken and shattered as those bottles of alcohol on the kitchen floor, it’s not something that can go away in a lifetime.

Remus doesn't know how many more lives he’ll have to live for the ache to go away.

It's also true that you grow to be grateful for it, because you reach a certain point where you know that pain is the only thing keeping the sharp pieces of your heart together. And, if you still have a little bit of rationality in you, you’re fucking grateful for it because you don’t want yourself to get lost. so fucking lost as in Barty Crouch Jr lost. But so, yeah, he was smoking, waiting for all the students to finally get on the train. And he was proud of himself because he wasn’t thinking about Them (yet). Even though he had been away from the Wizarding World for so long, away from all the lazy magic and snob looking robes, he had controlled himself not to think of Them now that he had it all in front of him again.

He was 'just annoyed to go to work', that’s what Remus said to himself. And I’m splittin’ the road down the middle For a minute, the world seemed so simple And he tried to keep his mind cool, of course he did. He was so deeply thinking of not thinking about it, about Them.

He got on the train and found an empty carriage; he sat, without thinking of how empty it was and how it was different and how it could have never been the same again because all his friends, well, all his friends were d–; anyway. He took his coat off, he sighed, he closed his eyes for a moment forcing himself to relax.

He couldn’t get emotional, he had to repeat to himself how the things really were. By now he had become good at forcing himself to think of his life as split in two, and he realized that in this way everything felt easier. He had learnt how to distance himself from his past life.

So, he thought, it’s easy, repeat it. you had a great life, love, happiness, your friends brought these things to you. But now they are gone, and it’s been long since it happened. You’re not that person anymore. Don’t think about them, he encouraged himself, because they’re not here. They are all dead.

(well not all of them but he preferred thinking it this way, it’s easy to think about Him as something that no longer existed in those same places).

So it was easy, wasn’t it? We had been happy and now he wasn’t anymore, because he was alone. Simple, right?

Of course not. Feel the rush of my blood, I’m seventeen again The train is now moving and the carriage has never been this quiet. And it will never be not quiet again. Remus can feel himself starting to lose his cool.

His mind starts floating back to all the little moments that happened here. He can smell the chocolate frogs being unwrapped, he sees the rolled eyes at bad jokes and recals the shyness of talking about his summer.

He lives through all of that again. and it brings him chills. I’m not scared of death, I’ve got dreams again He didn’t want to, but as he nostalgically feels all that (now gone) love again he can’t stop himself from confronting it to what he has now.

Because, once, he had dreams. He had dreams because he had people he would have liked to realize them with. He had the fucking love of his life by his side, for god’s sake! He dreamt of a warm summer in a cottage back in Wales and a cozy winter in some pubs in 'Muggle' London. With Him.

But now, of course, he doesn’t have dreams anymore. How can a man dream when he can barely live?

And of course he is not scared of death, he is alone here, he hasn’t something worth living for. Actually he hopes for it. He hopes death will come to him him by surprise and hold him gently and never stopping.

And it’s not that he didn’t thought of “forcing” it on himself. He just didn’t want to be like his fucking father. It’s just me and the curve of the valley And there is meanin’ on Earth, I’m happy Again, Remus thinks of the differences. And, yeah he’s nostalgic but he has control over what he's thinking. He is rationalizing it. It’s still easy because he has his life split in two.

A long time ago he was happy. his friends, their love, made him happy. Remus knows that he is cursed, he knows that without them, alone, he would have never found peace. He was grateful for them. he loved them so fucking much because they were his entire life. They were his meaning of everything.

But now, as he lazily brings his eyes on the scratched window on his side, he can not ignore how lonely and far away that feels.

He is alone, in the place where everything good in his life had started. The place that for six years he thought of as the train that reunited all of the people he loved. But now he only is there, alone. Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh And so he keeps his eyes focused on the landscapes passing by. He should probably fall asleep. He's not scared of nightmares anymore. Yes, he should probably close his eyes, stop watching outside the window.

But, oh.. Passed Alger Brook Road, I’m over the bridge A minute from home, but I feel so far from it...

That's it (for now, maybe??), thanks.

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minervadashwood · 1 year

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Daryl Dixon x NB!Reader (afab, plus-size) 🏹 Daryl x Reader x Rick 🛡️

The Cop and the Criminal - Chapter 8

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Summary: Merle and Jesus. Saying goodbye to your mate. Daryl goes job hunting. Rick makes a new friend...or does he? This chapter contains: men with emotional constipation, angst, and beer Word count: 3.5K Note: The nickname "Bubbie" is a gender-neutral term of endearment in the South. It doesn't have to be romantic, but it does mean to care deeply for someone. (of course, for daryl, it is romantic. our man is falling in love).

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The next morning.

“I still believe in the man upstairs. Sometimes,” Merle said, taking a long drag on his cigarette and staring up at the ceiling.

“I never have,” Paul sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed, Merle sat up briefly to pass him the cigarette before laying back down.

“Don’ wanna. Like wha’s he done for me? But then I look at Daryl an’ ‘em. Sometimes things jus’ work out like tha’, like they supposed ta.”

Paul put out the cigarette in a nearby ashtray. “It’s just biology. Inherited traits handed down through DNA, trying to find the perfect match, to get the best pups.”

Merle waved his hand dismissively before throwing his arm over his eyes. “If it was jus’ about pups, why make ‘em fall in love? Single parents ain’ nothin’ ta worry ‘bout these days.”

Paul stood up and started getting dressed. “You going anywhere with this?”

“Nah. jus’ thinkin’.”

“Good. Because I have to be across campus in ten minutes and it’s going to take at least five to sign you out.”

Merle threw off the covers. “Gettin’ tired of bein’ here anyway, Jesus. Time for me to be movin’ on.”

“Fine,” Paul replied, walking off to the bathroom.

Merle pulled his clothes on quickly. He’d stayed here too long already. By the time he was dressed, Paul was out of the bathroom and grabbing his keys.

“Jus’ one thing,” Merle said, grabbing Paul by the back of the neck. “Me an’ Daryl gonna be back here on the weekends. Think ya can look after Peanut ‘til then?”

Paul slipped out from under Merle’s grip like some wily snake. “This you asking? Or them?”

“Me.”

“Already planned on it.” Paul gripped the doorknob. “Ready?”

Merle sniffed and belched. “More ‘n ready.”

The hot Atlanta sun beat down on you as you hugged Daryl.

You thought it would be easy to say goodbye. After all, you’d only known the man for two days. But now that the time had come, you could not let go.

Holding you by the waist with one hand, Daryl used his other to run his hand over your head. “‘S alright, Y/N. I’ll be back.”

You sniffed and desperately tried to hold back your tears. “I know. It’s just the omega biology. I’m okay.”

And you would be okay, right? Once he was gone, you’d have so much to keep yourself busy. Your new job, getting a head start on reading and research. Getting to know your coworkers.

“I don’ wanna leave ya either, Bubbie,” Daryl whispered, kissing you softly. “Feels like somethin’s bein’ ripped outta me.” He pressed his forehead to yours.

You gazed at each other for long, quiet moments, until the door to the building opened behind you. Startled, you glanced to see Ro as he exited the building.

“Guess it’s time,” you sighed.

Daryl’s hand slipped from you, and the loss of his touch already made you ache.

“Take this,” he said, shrugging out of his denim jacket. “Put it in yer bed later, ‘kay?”

You nodded and clutched the garment to your chest.

Daryl tried to smile at you, but all he could manage was another longing stare. He tore his gaze away and looked past you at Ro.

“Ya stayin’ wi’ ‘em today?”

You turned around.

Ro nodded. “Your brother gave me his number. In case anything happens.”

“Merle asked you to look after Y/N?”

With a nod, Ro walked forward until he was standing next to you. “You both know I was her friend before all this, right? I had planned on it since we got into the same school.” Ro smiled at you. “This isn’t the first time I looked after you, is it?”

You did your best to stop thinking about Daryl leaving and gave Ro a tiny smile. “Nope. Always a phone call or text away when I needed you. All the emergency numbers stored in your phone, no matter where I lived at the time.”

Ro turned his attention to Daryl again. “We’re a good team, and I’m a beta. They’re safe with me. Promise.”

Daryl ducked his head in a small nod. “‘M obliged,” he murmured, sticking out his hand.

Ro took it, shaking it heartily before taking a few steps back. “We’re going to be late if we don’t get going.”

You nodded, and with one last glance at your mate, you followed Ro down the sidewalk. The softness in Daryl’s eyes as you walked away was something you’d never forget.

Three hours later

Daryl had jobs before. He had to, back when Merle was locked up or just gone. But it had been a while. Years, in fact.

Merle was no help, either. Or at least not the help that Daryl wanted. When Daryl had asked Merle about using his contacts to get a job, Merle refused. “Ya don’ wanna get messed up in that, little brother. You’ll owe ‘em, an’ they'll come wantin’ ta cash in. Could come after Peanut.”

That effectively shut down that idea.

So, he started with a beat up phone book at a bus station just outside Atlanta. Flipping through the yellow pages, he looked for locally-owned garages and motorcycle stores. The few times someone actually answered the phone and had a job opening, they told him to apply online. But how was he supposed to do that? His flip phone had only the most basic of functions. He was ten minutes into one application before the personality test started, and trying to figure out the “right” answer was more than he could handle, especially on a small screen with only arrow buttons to navigate.

Fuck no he didn’t enjoy meeting new people. He sure as hell didn’t have excellent communication skills. The whole thing was a wash.

He was pacing outside the station, waiting for Merle to pick him up, when he stopped dead in his tracks.

On a cork board, covered in cards for churches, day cares, and cleaning services, one plain piece of paper read, “HELP NEEDED IMMEDIATELY.” It was hastily scrawled with a thick red marker.

No experience required!

Building Supervisor at the Chalet Apartments in Kings County

Qualifications:

Must live on-site.

Must be skilled in maintenance, plumbing, electrical work, and carpentry.

Must be organized.

Must be dependable.

Benefits:

Medical, dental, vision

Free board in a three-bedroom domicile (it’s a fixer upper!)

Competitive Pay

To apply, Call Randy!

Daryl tapped the number into his phone, but he was sure such a job would already be filled by now. If Daryl was qualified, then so were most other people.

But he had to try.

Three bedrooms. That meant a nest for you, and two rooms for pups. And vision insurance. He knew you’d need that since you wore glasses. It seemed perfect. Too perfect.

The phone rang only once before a voice said, “It's Randy, wha'cha need?"

“I’m--uh--’m uh--callin’ ‘bout the job. For the Chal-ettes…sir?” Daryl’s face burned with embarrassment. He should have taken a moment to plan what he was going to say. He hated talking to people he didn’t know. Hell, he didn’t even like talking to most people he did know.

“When can ya start?”

"Whenever ya need me sir, I aint got nothin' goin' on righ' now."

"You got a name, son?"

“Daryl. Dixon. Daryl Dixon.”

“Ya ever been in trouble with the law?”

Daryl sighed, somewhat relieved. “No, sir.” “You stop that ‘sir’ business, right now, Dixon. I ain’t my daddy. This a good number ta reach ya on?”

“Uh…yes.”

“Alright now. Let me tell ya this. It’s usually what sends the others runnin’. You take the job, the place is yers. It’s next to the Chalets, but set aside, see, so ya gots some privacy. But--now I’m gonna level with ya, Daryl. The place is trashed. Fella lived there before was makin’ and dealin’ meth out his ear holes. I’m talkin’ plumbing work, new carpets. Hell, new walls in a coupla places.

“But if ya fix the place up yerself, I’ll give ya the money for supplies. Thing is, ya gotta start livin’ there like yesterday. I got tenants callin’ me all hours of the night ‘cause their sink is drippin’ or they thought they heard a prowler when it was just a damn cat.

"Lord willin' I'll help ya out, boy. I'm fixin’ ta get you in there today. Pay’s good. Give ya $40,000 to start. More if ya do a good job, ya hear?”

Daryl barely kept up with the fast-talking stranger, and it took him a minute to process it all.

“Ya don’ need no references or nothin’?”

“Daryl, son, ya can’t do any worse than the last guy, and my wife and I would like a good night’s sleep sometime in this millennium.”

“Well, if yer sure…”

“I’m sure, Daryl. Well hell, I like ya already. When can ya get here?”

Daryl checked the time on the station’s analogue clock. “About three.”

“Fantastic. Got a new guy movin’ in today. He’s part o’ my whole new plan ta get this place ship-shape again. Names Grimes, local deputy. Just got divorced. Ya get here at three, and I’ll show ya ‘round the place before he gets here. Then ya can get ‘im all settled in. He’s payin’ rent at a discount on account of his squad car bein’ in the parking lot. Like I said, all part of my plan.”

Daryl threaded his fingers through his hair, yanking on it to make sure this was all real.

“I got an omega,” Daryl blurted. “They gonna live with me, if that’s alright.”

“Well sure! It's a family place. Er…well, it will be once ya get it fixed up. They got some place ta stay ‘til ya do?”

“Yeah. They’re in…college…graduate college.”

“Boy howdy! Yer making me happier than a dead pig in the sun! Comin’ to me in my hour of need and addin’ a little class to the place. So I’ll see ya in a few hours?”

“Alright, “ Daryl said. He had trouble standing still while gripping the phone.

He was going to make a home for you. Give you everything you needed, and hopefully everything you wanted, too.

Rick parked his squad car at the Chalets, as promised. He remembered the reputation it had when he was a kid. It was the place for bachelors and young married couples twenty-some years ago. It had clearly fallen on hard times. However, it would work as a temporary place until he could find a house for himself. And for Carl. Every other weekend.

He made his way to the main office, the heels of his boots clicking on the pavement. The closer he got, the more he recognized the scent emanating from the small, two-story building. The alpha from the truck stop yesterday. Surely, one of those Dixons wasn't here? That would be too much of a coincidence.

But the smell had already seeped into his bones like a hand grabbing his wrist and not letting go.

He went inside and came face to face with a dark-blonde man whose eyes were hauntingly similar to the pair in Merle Dixon’s mugshots.

The other man nodded his head in greeting. “Ya Rick Grimes?”

“Yep,” Rick smiled, jutting out his hand. This other man was clearly an alpha, but wasn’t preening or scenting the place as a show of dominance. No, the man’s shoulders were slightly stooped, and he was nervously twiddling with an unlit cigarette.

Taking a deep breath, Rick searched for the other scent trapped in his memory: yours. It was faint, but hints of mint and lavender swirled around Daryl Dixon. So, not mates, but certainly…close.

Rick ignored the relief he felt realizing that Dixon hadn’t claimed you.

The cigarette in Daryl’s hand was shoved behind the man’s ear as he shuffled papers on the nearby desk.

“I got the…uh lease righ’ here, an’ yer keys.” After a moment Daryl found what he was looking for and passed them to Rick. “Jus’ sign where it’s highlighted. I mean, ya should read it first. I would.” The cigarette was now perched in Daryl’s mouth. “Mind if I smoke?”

Daryl’s nervous energy had Rick feeling endeared to the man. Based on all the arrest reports he’d read on Merle, Daryl was nothing like his brother. And though the man was nervous, Rick didn’t get the sense he was an addict. The stopped shoulders and fleeting eye contact conveyed shyness rather than jonesing for a hit.

Taking Daryl’s advice, Rick ignored his aching feet and stood there, reading the five-page lease before finally signing.

“So, you been working here long?” Rick asked.

Daryl scoffed. “‘Bout two hours.”

“So we’re both new guys, huh?”

The other man puffed away on his cigarette, the nicotine obviously doing a lot to calm him down. “Guess so.”

“Ya got any family, Daryl?”

Dixon took a moment, squinting his eyes at Rick. “Wha’s it to ya?”

“Was going to ask you to help me carry a few boxes up to my place and pay you with beer. But if you have someone waiting for you…”

Daryl took a long drag on his cigarette before answering. “I got an omega, but they don’ live ‘ere, not yet.”

Just the simple confirmation of your existence sent Rick’s heart racing. “Not ready to give up your independence?” Rick walked toward the door, and Daryl wordlessly followed him.

“Only met ‘em couple days ago. We’re mates. Gotta get ready first. Make sure they have a safe and clean place to live.”

Daryl was quickly proving himself to be the opposite of what Rick expected. So, Rick really shouldn’t have been disappointed knowing that Daryl intended to claim you. The deputy had never met you! It shouldn’t matter to him if you and Dixon were mates. Shouldn’t matter at all.

“Never had an omega myself. My ex-wife is a beta, but we managed to make one pup, at least.” Rick unlocked the trunk, and the two men each grabbed a few boxes.

Cigarette wedged in the corner of his mouth, Daryl said, “Yeah…uh Randy tol’ me ya was divorced.”

Rick chuckled. Despite himself, he was warming up to Daryl and his matter-of-fact attitude. “Randy will tell anybody’s business without asking. He’s always been like that.”

“Ya know ‘im?”

“Since I was a kid.”

By now they had reached Rick’s apartment, and Daryl fished keys from his pocket and opened the door.

Daryl gave Rick the smallest of smiles. “He always wear that ten-gallon hat?”

Rick led the way in and, after putting the boxes on a nearby counter, realized he couldn’t stop laughing. “Man, Daryl, the stories I could tell you.”

Daryl nodded and handed the boxes over to Rick. Something about the deputy put Daryl at ease. On the way to Rick’s car for another trip, Daryl got rid of his cigarette. Rick seemed like a good dad; certainly better than Daryl’s.

As Rick chatted on, Daryl realized there was more he needed to change than just his employment situation. Since he now had a job and a place to live, other tasks loomed. He should really stop smoking, for instance. He’d managed to hold off the whole time he was at your place, but since he’d left you it was like he couldn’t stop lighting up.

But if you were going to live with him, he’d need to stop it for good. Just like Rick wanted a good home for his pup, Daryl wanted a good home for you.

A few hours later, Daryl still didn’t understand how he’d kind of made a new friend, with a cop, no less. Everything with Rick seemed easy. The usual twisting of his stomach and tension in his muscles that Daryl had around new people faded quickly as he got to know Rick.

Three beers in and Rick had told Daryl the whole story of him and Lori. And of his ex best friend Shane. Daryl felt sorry for him, he truly did. Rick and Lori weren’t mates, but it was easy for Daryl to imagine how much it would hurt to see you with another alpha, let alone a brother in arms.

Later that night, Daryl managed to figure out how to call you on his newfangled smartphone. It took him damn near ten minutes to find the right app. Randy had shown him how to use the text-messaging app. All the tenants were required to text instead of call. Kept a reliable record, Randy explained. So, Daryl had to send you a few text messages, and you helped him learn how to make a phone call.

The call went through, and you picked up right away. The moment Daryl heard your voice, he sank onto his air mattress and sighed with relief.

“Daryl, I really missed you today.’

Like a lovesick teenager, Daryl clutched his phone and sighed. “Missed you too, Bubbie. Ya doin' alrigh'?”

Excitedly, you launched into a ten-minute spiel on your entire day, from starting your GA job with the research team, to joining a study pack, and finishing up the day eating leftover pizza with Ro.

“Why are ya in a new pack?” Daryl demanded.

You giggled. “It’s not that kind of pack, Alpha. It’s just what they call study groups here: packs. And let me tell you, they take it seriously. There are snack rotations, buddy systems, quiz nights. Ro and I got kicked out of the first pack we tried. I told them I needed weekends off and they said I wasn’t serious enough about the program.”

Daryl had just listened to you passionately describe fossil records and parchments. If that wasn’t serious, then he really didn’t want to know what was.

“Daryl,” you said softly, “Did you have any luck today? Find a few places to apply to?”

A laugh escaped him. “Bubbie, I started my new job this afternoon. Got us a place an’ everythin’.”

“Y-you did?”

“Yeah, it’s the--fuck I’m goin’ ta say this wrong--the Chalettes?”

“Chalets?”

“Yeah, tha’s it.” It was Daryl’s turn to tell you about his day, ending with meeting Rick.

The concern was clear in your voice as you said, “Wait, Alpha, is it okay for you to be hanging out with a cop? What about Merle?”

Were you worried? About Merle of all people? “It’s okay, ‘Mega. He don’ know who I am. If he did, ‘m sure he woulda said somethin’. ‘Sides, he’s a nice guy. Wife did ‘im dirty, though.”

“So…you kinda made a friend today? Daryl, do you make it a habit to collect daily life-long connections? First me, now Rick?”

Daryl swore he could hear your teasing smile. “I think I’m done fer now. Got you, and Ro, too, I guess. Rick’s not a friend. We had a few beers is all.”

You hmm’ed, and a few minutes passed as you sat in easy silence.

But after a few moments, you let out a long sigh and took a deep breath. “Daryl, did you steal my underwear? I’m missing a couple. If you didn’t, and it was Merle…oh my god…please don't say it was Merle."

Daryl sat up in bed. “Calm down, ‘mega, it was me. They been in my pocket all day. Keepin’ me company.”

“Do you know how much I’m blushing right now, Daryl Dixon? You stole my underwear.”

“”S no different from me leavin’ you my jacket to sleep with.”

“I-I really like your jacket.”

Daryl grinned to himself. “Yeah, ya got it righ’ now, don’ ya? Huggin’ it an’ shit. Missin’ me.”

“Yes, I am.” Your voice was no longer light and teasing, but low and almost sad.

“I’ll be there soon as I can on Friday, Bubbie. Promise.”

You sniffed, and Daryl’s heart broke in two.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Friday.”

“Alrigh’ ‘mega. You hold my jacket and lemme tell you ‘bout this place. It’s got a big kitchen, two bathrooms. Three bedrooms. I’m gonna build ya a nest in the biggest one, alrigh’? And as soon as I get the place fixed up, won’t be no more sleepin’ alone. I’ll be with ya every night from then on. Ya hear?”

“Y-you’re going to build me a nest?” You sniffled again.

“Right under this big window. Make it nice and wide. An’ sturdy, too. You know wha’chu do to me. Need a good, strong nest so I can take care o’ ya.”

“What can I do, then? How can I help with the nest? The house?”

“I’ll need your help later,” Daryl said. “Picking out paint and carpet colors. Then I’ll need ya to strip down and lemme try you on every surface of every room.”

“You just want me for my body, is that it?” you joked.

“Nah, ‘Mega, I want all of ya.”

Daryl fished the underwear from his pocket, sniffing both pairs and then holding them to his chest. A poor imitation of the real thing, but it would have to do for now.

More notes!

@livingdeadblondequeen suggested the idea of Daryl beinga building super instead of a mechanic. It changed the direction of the story for the better.

@bringinsexybackk69, again, was my dialect coach on this. she's a native of low-country georgia and does her best to get me to be accurate (I don't always obey)

@green-eyedladywrites she/her and aggie (again) for talking me through what little experience with smartphones and the internet Daryl would have.

@littlegodzilla with her tendency to go "yes, and," as well as her constant encouragement and huge norman photo/gif collection.

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edelweiss-coffee · 2 years

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Triple Dog, Chapter Two

chapter two is here <3 this is the most fun i've ever had writing a fic. enjoy!

ao3

“Who’s the next victim?” Will asked, arms outstretched.

“It’s Dustin’s turn to dare, he gets to pick.”

Will sat down on the couch, trying to make himself as small as possible. Mike shifted on the cushion next to him, refilling his cup with wine. Lucas sat back with a smile plastered on his face.

“Hold on, what time is it?” Dustin pointed at the boys, sipping from his cup, waiting for an answer.

“It’s uh, 8:12, why?” Mike muttered, checking his watch.

“Think Bradley’s is still open?”

“Yeah, they’re open til 10,” Lucas piped in.

Dustin rubbed his hands together, as if concocting a master plan.

“William Byers!”

Will hung his head in mock surrender.

“I Triple Dog dare you to steal something, anything, from Bradley’s Big Buy. But, bonus points if it’s something that takes two hands to carry.”

“Oh come on! I– I’m so clumsy, Dustin.”

Mike jumped up and grabbed the clippers from the table.

“Williammmmm,” he hummed, shaking the clippers at him through a smile.

“Fine, damn it. Bike light is out, though. We’re gonna need a flashlight. You guys are coming to watch me fail miserably, right? I’m probably gonna get arrested,” Will laughed.

“No, you’ve definitely got this, Byers,” Lucas reassured.

“Yeah, those puppy dog eyes’ll work on anyone,” Mike added.

Dustin patted Will on the back, handing him a new cup of wine.

“Drinking and driving might be illegal, but nobody said anything about bikes. This is for youuuu,” he sang. “Mike, go find a flashlight.”

As Mike ventured upstairs, Will took the cup from Dustin and downed it in seconds. The two boys looked at Will like he’d done something wrong.

Will checked over his shirt, his pants, and swiped his hand over his face.

“What? Did I spill it or something?”

“No, man,” Dustin laughed.

“Didn’t think you’d down it that fast,” Lucas added.

“It tastes like strawberries. I doubt there’s even that much alcohol in it, anyway,” he shrugged.

“Now, how are we planning to get out of here without getting caught? Anyone have a backpack I can use?”

Just as the boys began brainstorming, Mike made his way down the stairs with two flashlights.

“Mom and dad are in bed now. Should make this a little easier.”

“Oh, perfect,” Lucas beamed, cheeks shiny from the wine. “Here,” he sighed, tossing his backpack to Will.

“Guess we’re going to Bradleys, then. Will, this one’s for you. I used to attach it to my bike before I got the headlight attachment.” He handed Will a small, silver flashlight with rubber bands wrapped around it. “You gotta kinda wrap it around the handlebars, but it works.”

“Thanks,” Will smiled.

“This one’s for us. Someone’s gotta hold onto it, or we’re goin’ in blind,” Mike held the flashlight out to Dustin.

“Nice, nice. Okay, let’s go before Will gets his head shaved,” Lucas pressed.

The boys quietly stole up the stairs, and out into the garage. Will fashioned a nice headlight out of that tiny flashlight and rubber bands. Dustin and Lucas argued about who would have to hold the flashlight for the trio behind Will, and Dustin lost the fight.

The bike ride to Bradley’s was filled with laughter, nerves, and rushed breathing. It only took the boys around ten minutes to make it to the big glass windows of the store.

“Y’ready for this, Byers?” Dustin whispered excitedly.

“Ready as I can be, I guess, you dick,” Will joked back.

“Hey, Will. You’re totally good. You’ve got this. He said you could take anything, right? Don’t make it too hard,” Lucas encouraged.

“He’s fine, he can do it,” Mike sighed, meeting Will's eyes for a second.

Will dropped his bike on the sidewalk and walked in the automatic glass doors. The other boys watched through the window, curious what Will’s approach would be.

First, he kicked over the mop bucket next to the cash register. The boys laughed as he apologized to the cashier (“I’m so sorry, I’m such a klutz, I didn’t even see it there,”).

Then, he knocked over the magazine rack, and walked quickly and quietly in the opposite direction.

Outside, the trio was holding back tears from laughing so hard at the fiasco going on indoors.

“What the fuck is going on in there right now?”

“Has he done this before?”

“No, definitely not. No way.”

Will burst through the door carrying a case of glass 7Up bottles.

“Go! C’mon, go,” he whispered, emptying his pockets into the backpack. He walked his bike to the side of the store while shaking the box of bottles into the bag, too. He set the empty cardboard case gently on the sidewalk.

“Sorry,” he huffed, looking back at Bradley’s.

The boys ahead of him nearly fell off their bikes with laughter.

“Sorry?! Will, you stole their whole stock of 7Up,” Dustin cackled.

Catching up to the boys, Will took a deep breath.

“I got more than just the soda,” he smiled proudly.

“You what? Will!” Mike swerved, trying and failing to make eye contact with the other boy.

“You’ll see when we get back.”

– – – – – –

The boys plopped onto the couch, excited to see what else Will managed to nick from Bradley’s.

“Well, let’s see the riches you’ve got in your knapsack, then, Byers,” Mike teased.

“Okay, well. The sodas are for Mike, but there’s enough for everyone,” Will sighed, pulling the green glass bottles from the bag.

“Aw, thanks, Will,” Mike cooed, blinking a few extra times. His cheeks flushed pink and he toyed with his hair.

“Dustin, I got you some Three Musketeers, ‘cause I know they’re your favorite,” Will said, tossing four chocolate bars at his friend.

“How did you manage to– Actually, I’m not even gonna question it. Thanks, man,” Dustin smiled into his lap.

“And Lucas, you get a New Coke and this little rubber band slingshot I found by the counter,” Will beamed. He tossed the boy his gifts.

“I think Will wins Triple Dog,” Lucas said.

Dustin bit into one of his prize chocolate bars. Mike’s smile shone brighter than it had all night.

“You’re the best, Will,” he uttered.

“Oh thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all night,” Will joked.

They spent a good twenty minutes in the basement after that, drinking 7Up and brainstorming about their next escapade.

#byler #triple dog #byler fic #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #og party

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raustenacious · 1 year

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umm so remember my early period?

well (tw blood, nausea, feelings of Sickness)

yeah. at work this morning, start feeling Really Really bad, like shaking (after a bit), nauseous, flushed, hot sweats, shaky, unable to focus, just Bad okay?

And I'm like shit, talk to my boss like Hey ( I accidentally told her it was my period and not a migraine cri 🥲) I need to Go, I'm not okay. She was like " can you wait til 1?" (It was 10:40 ish) I was like I can try...

Not thirty minutes later, and I've been telling myself, just ten more minutes then you can ask, five more minutes, - I can't

Mid rush I'm like, bro I CANT, then they have to move people around, I feel awful (health wise and situation wise) and they're like okay u can go

And I left so fast, didn't get a drink food nothing, didn't piss

I booked it, cus I was starting to feel ✨ nauseous ✨ which is Not Good

Anyways managed to drive myself home, had my trash next to my in my passenger seat, ready

Tl;dr god punished me for masturbating with an early period and the effects of Rapid Blood Loss at work

#hope u feel better soon #at least thats what my mum thinks happened #AND AND one of the Managers im iffy about told me and he best not knoe #know*#i swear my boss better not have told him #my fucking gender hurts enough #prob tmi things #im still ina lot of pain #and i took two midol before work!#granted midol has never worked great on me #but still!#and i have work tomorrow too #😭😭😭#i should just quit. not face the embarrassment #ozzy rambles

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empress-of-hugs · 2 years

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Breakaway - Domaystic day 28

Criminal Minds, Gen

Elle Greenaway

Also available on AO3

Trying hard to reach out

But when I tried to speak out

Felt like no one could hear me

Wanted to belong here

But something felt so wrong here

So I prayed

I could breakaway

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly

I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky

And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change

And breakaway

She sighed softly and turned into the warm blankets once again. She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to drift off. There were faint sounds in the hallway, but she didn’t pay attention to them. Outside the window, birds chirped. They tried to remind her of someone, but she refused to allow it. Elle huffed a mildly annoyed breath when she realized she couldn’t fall asleep again. She reached out to the alarm clock and smirked. Of course she couldn’t sleep anymore, it was already past lunchtime.

She rolled out of bed, her hand instinctively protecting the scars on her chest as if they still bled. Elle frowned dismissively and told herself for the umpteenth time that she had to stop doing this.

She didn’t feel like taking a shower, not wanting to get confronted with the very real marks Randall Garner had left on her body. Every time she saw those scars she was reminded of how it felt when he pushed his fingers deep into those wounds. She could feel him prodding around inside her, she could still hear his heavy breath as he leaned over her. Nausea started to creep up in the back of her throat and she quickly shook her head. She moved into the bathroom with large strides and filled the glass she’d left there with water. After a few slow sips, Elle felt a little better and she turned away from the sink without looking in the mirror. She couldn’t stand to look at her own reflection anymore, not since that day.

She left the bathroom without caring about the towels on the floor and reached for her ready bag by the door. As she leaned over, Elle froze. Her ready bag. She hadn’t even thought about it when she left the office, but now she found herself staring at the very thing she’d walked away from last night. Or at least, a symbol of it. She shrugged to shelf the feelings and walked the bag over to the bed. Without thinking too much about it, she got dressed and stuffed her pajamas and toiletries back into the ready bag. Before she left, Elle took one last look around the hotel room. She had gotten more used to them during her time at the BAU. It had gotten so bad that hotel rooms now felt more like home than home did. Although, she reminded herself with a humorless smile, her home wasn’t hers anymore. And it wasn’t a home anymore. The walls were clean, the window seat replaced, but it still wasn’t a home anymore. It wasn’t a place she would ever go back to.

She left the room and headed straight down to the front desk. The young man working there gave her a cheerful smile. Elle wasn’t in the mood to smile back but forced herself to do so anyway. “I’d like to check out, please. Room 107.”

“I’m very sorry ma’am but checkout ends at eleven. If you want to check out, I’ll still have to charge you for another night.”

“I’m aware.” She pulled out her credit card and tapped it on the desk impatiently. “I don’t care.”

He nodded. “Very well.”

She completed her checkout without further issue and walked out the front door no more than five minutes later. Standing under the canopy she could just about make out the signage for the Megamart on the opposite side of the large parking lot. Elle nodded to herself. She quickly walked over to her car and tossed her ready bag on the floor behind the driver’s seat before driving off toward the blue-and-yellow logo.

Her stomach growled as she walked into the store, but she ignored it. She’d get something better to eat after this. She followed the signs until she got to the suitcases where she spent roughly ten seconds picking out a small floral hard roller case. After, she moved to the clothes department where she grabbed a few pieces that should be about the right size. Comfortable T-shirts, a sweater vest, and a package each of socks and underwear were on the list. She hesitated for a moment but then grabbed a couple of sweat pants too. Before heading to the checkout, she picked up a small cooler and some milk. Then, too tempted, she picked out a few candy bars. Elle didn’t want to bother with trying to be civil and decided to go through the self-check. Back at her car, she quickly searched through the contents of her ready bag, dumping the items she wanted to keep into the suitcase she just bought, together with the new items. Her bag and most of her formal clothes ended up in the donation bin. The cooler was carefully placed in front of the passenger seat.

There was a taco place right across from Megamart and she figured that would do as well as anything for lunch. Drive through, because she didn’t want to deal with people more than she had to. She ordered the first thing on the menu, not really caring what it was. All things considered, Elle pondered as she waited a moment for her order to be done, Tappahannock, Virginia was nothing but a smudge on the map, but it had been a good place to be for the night. Behind Megamart she could just about see the trees that were most likely the home of the birds that had chirped so happily at her to wake up and seize the day. She shook her head. That sounded like something Gideon would say. Gideon. That’s who the birds reminded her of. She let out an annoyed breath. She didn’t want to think about it. After receiving her food, Elle drove off, following the highway that led her away from Quantico, away from the BAU.

She was done. She was free. She was finally alone again. Elle smiled. She reached over and rumaged through her purse on the passenger seat. She grabbed her phone and her earbuds, connecting the two before dialing. “Hola mama,” she said with a smile, “I’m coming home now. Yes, I’ll stay a while this time.”

Wanna feel the warm breeze

Sleep under a palm tree

Feel the rush of the ocean

Get onboard a fast train

Travel on a jet plane, far away

And breakaway

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly

I'll do what it takes ‘till I touch the sky

And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change

And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun

I won't forget all the ones that I love

I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change

And breakaway

Fin.

#domaystic2022 #sfw #Prompt: Waking Up Late #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds fanfic #AO3 fanfic #elle greenaway #melanchonic #traveling

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humanistic-horsemanship · 11 months

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24 May 2023

After a great ride on Monday, I got to the barn feeling pretty mellow but still excited to get some work done...what work that was going to be, I had no idea. I got my tack out anyway and went and got Kiara, who seemed to be feeling pretty good based on grooming and tacking up. We lunged a bit and she was ready to go, but responsive and -- for the most part -- attentive. So I hopped on. She wasn't as good about standing as she usually is, which told me she had some tension and nervousness, likely because the other horse that was being tacked up was taken out of the arena to work outside.

We did some flexion and she was beginning to come down and relax, when the barn owner's husband walks in and says he was going to take the tractor that we were standing next to to move some hay. Awesome. We walked to the other end of the arena and Kiara watched wide-eyed (but still) as the tractor pulled out, and we did a few laps at the walk to help bring her back down, flexing til she licked & chewed each time her head got a bit too high for comfort and I could feel her back hollow out.

And here's where I did something I wouldn't have done a year, or even likely a few months, ago: I got off. I heard the tractor coming back, and so did Kiara. I felt her start to get anxious and I asked her to flex to a stop, and after she stood for a few seconds I hopped off and stood by her side as the tractor came back through the arena, watching her closely and wiggling a rein to get her ear to flick back to me when I could tell she was starting to get very nervous. We then did a few laps in-hand around the arena while the tractor clanked around outside, stopping to flex and check in each time something happened that made Kiara start. A change in direction and a few more in-hand laps and her head began to drop back down, her became floppy. Relax. We stood relaxed for a minute or two, then I got back on. Kiara was in a better headspace than when I had mounted up the first time, and stood quietly. We did a couple laps at the walk, and I got off. Grain, hand graze, and turn out.

I was on Kiara's back for maybe a grand total of ten minutes today. But the session as a whole was so much more positive, productive, and valuable than it would have been if I'd stayed on her back and tried to "ride it out" when the tractor came back and I could tell she was getting worked up. This is the path she needs, and in many ways it's also the path that I need. Building up both of our confidence together, and strengthening that partnership and sense of safety with each other.

#horse #horsemanship #natural #natural horsemanship #humanistic psychology #journey #journal #lifestyle blog

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fckwritersblock · 2 years

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We Open At 8am

Mechanic! Bucky x Receptionist! Black reader

Description: The attraction you had to your boss was indescribable. If there was ever a doubt in your mind the sexual tension you felt was one sided…well. Maybe not so much anyway.

Warning: Smut. Minors don’t interact

A/n: I got lazy with a description lmao . Bit of plot but other than that…nasty. Lmao because I would let this man rail me in anywhere.

Unedited af.

Working here in the shop with all these men had her on edge, everywhere she looked there was at least a decent looking man, if not fine or just plain sex symbol walking by. Bucky was her first mission until she saw Steve, but then she heard of Natasha and a home wrecker was no where on her agenda, so Bucky was back at the number one slot. The first time she got to hang with him outside of the job was just a quick ride to Chipotle while on lunch break and if it wasn't for her fear of rejection, she would've climbed over the middle console to serve him her own version of lunch.

He had even invited her to have drinks with him and some of their friends one night after while. It was super chill and everybody made her feel welcome with Nat going the extra mile by sitting on the opposite side Bucky wasn’t occupying to make sure she felt comfortable. That evening was filled with good combo, lots of laughs, and undeniable attraction between her and Bucky. Since then, they spent the majority of their lunches together and he's been more open with his feelings toward her and did more than verbally flirt with her.

Sitting in her car, Y/n smiled at the thought of the first time he touched her. The electric shock they both felt causing their eyes to zone in on one another's, she couldn't help but wonder what else he could do to her.

"Let me stop thinking about him," she mentioned aloud while flipping down her visor, unnecessarily looking at herself in the small mirror for the third time in the past 7 minutes she'd been waiting in her car outside of the shop. They didn't open for another 45 minutes but she was one who believed in the saying; if you're early, you're on time, if you're on time, you're late and if you're late, well....

Her thoughts were interrupted by the headlights that shined brightly in her rear view mirror. Quickly she flipped the visor close and gathered her phone and purse before opening the door to get out.

"Morning,"

She smiled at Bucky as he closed her door for her, "morning"

Y/n used to sit and wait out in her vehicle until about ten minutes til but their time spent together outside the job, even though not alone, had proved to be time she grew to love. But since that night at the bar she'd made herself more noticeable by parking near the front of the business.

"How you doing?" Bucky asked following behind her to the front door.

"Good."

"Yeah. Yeah, you definitely look good.” She glanced over her shoulder to see him shamelessly eyeing her. “But how are you though?”

“really, I know you can do better than that baby." Y/n spoke with a light laugh flowing thick from her lips.

Bucky smiled and shook his head, unlocking and opening the door and held it open for her to walk in ahead of him. "Talking back like that’s gonna get you in alot of trouble one of these days.”

She kissed her teeth, hitting the light switch to her right before making her way behind the familiar counter where she placed her purse in the safe that only Bucky, Steve, and herself had the code to. She stood, ready to stretch but jumped at the feel of her back bumping into the strong chest behind her. Slowly she turned and saw Bucky standing there with his right hand holding a toothpick between his teeth. Her eyes zeroed in on the small brown object and soon his moistened lips.

"What was that?"

She felt he could hear her swallow as her chest moved up then down as her breathing all of a sudden seemed harder to do. "Wh-what was what?"

He smirked.

Cocky bastard, she thought as he removed the toothpick from his mouth and his body leaned forward into hers. His light breath could be felt against her neck, she closed her eyes in anticipation of his lips against her own or anywhere on her body

But nothing came next.

She opened her eyes to see him with that same cocky smirk planted on his face. Fuck, she thought, knowing she was caught with the wanting look noticeable on her pretty cocoa brown face.

"Waiting for something?"

Y/n gulped, wanting to provide a verbal answer but nothing would come out.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"No," she barely whispered the response.

"I got a question.”

Once again, she attempted to let her voice be heard, but her mouth simply opened and closed - twice- with not a sound coming out.

Bucky’s arm wrapped loosely around Y/n’s waist, his index finger slipping through the belt loop of her jeans, pulling her against his frame as his smooth baritone flowed into her ear, "if I acted on our thoughts, would you be mad?"

She gasped as his cool lips pressed against the fiery skin along her neck, soft and sensual kisses placed in various places, yet they all did the job in igniting her fire. Her arms draped over his shoulders, his arms held tight onto her waist and hips as their lips danced hungrily amongst each other's. Tempation no longer able to resist, the physical attraction had won the battle among the two.

"Wait, wait," Y/n spoke, moving her head back to dodge the kiss he attempted to place against her lips.

Sighing he took two steps back, resting on the counter behind him. "Shit, I’m sorry. That was a lot, I ain't mean to step on ya toes-"

"Well, I'm going to yo office-" she let her hand rub against his bicep as she walked around him, "you can come or you can sit out here until everybody else get here."

She did her best containing her smile until she was sure she was out of his sight. She was only about two feet from his office door when she felt his arms find their way around her waist again. His lips pecked along her neck as they slowly walked into his office, him closing and locking the door behind them.

"Mm," she moaned at the feel of his hand pressing against her cove outside of her jeans.

"Take them off," he panted while working to take off his own.

Their clothes were removed in no time, both knowing they were on a tight schedule seeing as though they now only had about 25 minutes to feed their sexual craving. "You got a condom, right?"

Bucky turned with a shiny gold wrapper held between his straight, white teeth. His eyebrow raised in amusement as she smiled, "that ass is mine today."

"Then get yo ass over here and claim it."

They seemed to move at the same time, like metal to a magnet as they moved towards each other.

Hands roamed freely as their mouths fought for control.

"Don't--don't tease me Ja-mmmm," her statement cut off by a moan when she felt his fingers push inside her awaiting box.

"Just how I like it," he mumbled before removing his fingers and picking her up. "It's just us"

She grew confused at his statement but before anything slightly understandable to the human ear could be formed, her mouth dropped ajar at the feel of his member filling her to the hilt as he brought her body down on top of his. "Ooooooo"

"That's right, let me hear you.”

That's what he meant, the thought ran through her mind but was quickly a part of the past as he allowed his rubber covered penis to constantly hit her spot. "Mm, fuck," he groaned while continuing to slam her down.

"Yes, I'm bout to cum...ah-ahhh-ahhhh"

"Damn, already?"

Y/n panted, nodding feverishly on a pleasure induced high. She couldn't believe he made her cum so quick; rather it was due to the fact that she knew she shouldn't be fucking her boss...

Or the fact that her coworkers could be coming into the building any moment and hearing her screaming his name along with obscenities she was sure not right coming out of a ladies mouth...

Or the fact that it had been awhile since she had been pleasured so well...

Whatever the case may be, the fact was, he had successfully put his claim on her.

"This dick good ain't it"

"Yesssss," she hissed.

He grunted, turning to place her back against the wall. "Yes what?"

Her back slid up and down the wall as he pummeled her clenching walls. "Oh, mmmm"

"Y/n.”

At the sound of her name dripping from his rugged voice her body, once again, came apart at the seams.

"Damn again? I gotta get it again-" His hand creeped up along the back of her neck, gripping her hair to pull her head back. "Yeah, there you go, ride that shit out baby," Now-" he started once he noticed her trembling subside, "I asked you a question."

"H-huh, oh God," she whimpered.

"Yes what darlin’? Let me hear you scream my name.”

Their moans and grunts, panting and whimpers filled the room as he continued his assault on her. His left hand still tangled in her hair, his back now against the wall-

His right hand attached to her waist, bringing her down to meet her thrust. Her hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they rocked slowly down his pole.

"And you fucking me back?! Say it," his hand smacked her ass then followed up with a tight grip to her ass cheek.

"Damn it James! Yes," she shouted.

"Fuck.”

She felt his pace slow after his last outburst and soon it stopped as he let her down. Her knees weakened just as her feet touched the floor, luckily, he reached out and caught her as her leg dipped.

"You alright?"

Y/n could hear the amusement in his tone, but brushed off the embarrassment--hell, his d game was good; she'd take the fucked up walk knowing what she went through to earn it.

"Turn around, doll.” He nodded toward the desk, while holding his member. Stroking himself, lip captured between his teeth, eyes filled with lust.

The sight was hot.

Though eager to have him inside her once more, she turned around slowly placed in her hands on his desk. Another slap to her back side and she couldn’t contain the moan that slipped out.

“”Bend over." She smirked as she leaned over the top of the desk, wincing after the sting of his hand slapping against her ass registered in her head. "Shiiiiit," she hissed.

They both sighed as he slid back inside, this time from behind with an arch in her back. His hips thrust forward as she threw hers back, the conjoining of the two proved to be exactly what they wanted as they met in a steady rhythm.

Gripping a hand full of her coils he pulled her head back lips attacking to her neck, the pace of his thrust steady.

"You gone let me get it again?"

"Mmhm" Y/n nodded fervently.

"What?"

"Ahhh," she groaned as his hand lightly grabbed her neck. "Fuck yes"

"Tonight?"

"Yes"

"You sure'?"

"Mm-" she allowed her teeth to slowly release the grip they held on her bottom lip, "Yes James! Shit."

"Good girl!" Bucky groaned in her ear his thrusts grew harder, knowing he was about to cum. He kept one hand at the back of her neck, bending her back over and the other snakes down her back gripping her waist to pull her back against him. His moans mixed with hers as they both released, and soon their breathing halted at the sound of a knock at the door.

Looking at the clock hanging on the wall above his door, Y/n cringed at the time displayed.

8:03 a.m

"Damn it..."

#black writer #black female reader #marvel imagine #bucky x black!reader #black!reader #fatws bucky #fatws fic #sabastian stan imagine #bucky barnes x woc!reader #Bucky barns fic #mechanic bucky

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mysteryshoptls · 2 years

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SSR Jack Howl Dorm Uniform Personal Story: Part 1

"I want to be useful to you."

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

[Main Street]

Jack: Twenty more minutes 'til homeroom. He should be coming 'round now.

Epel: Hey, Jack-kun. What are you doing standing like that outside the school…? You'll be late if you don't get to class soon.

Jack: Oh, Epel. I've got somethin' important to do. Go on ahead.

Epel: You look so intense… Uh, I don't really get it but, I'ma... go on without you.

Jack: No lint on my uniform, no wrinkles in my shirt, and no dirt on my shoes. My ears and tail are both brushed neatly.

Jack: I should be perfectly presentable. 'Kay! I'm ready to go. Come at me!

???: Leona-san, please wake up and move already～! If you skip first period again, Vargas-sensei will…

???: Grr… Shut'p… Five more minutes…

Jack: Here he comes!

Jack: GOOD MORNING, RUGGIE-SENPAI. THANK YOU FOR YOUR HARD WORK SO EARLY IN THE MORNING!!!

Ruggie: Ack, he's here today, too… Don't raise your voice so much in the morning, Jack-kun.

Jack: YESSIR!!!!

Ruggie: Don't "yessir!!!!" me.

Ruggie: Can’t you stop waiting for me outside the school like this every morning already?

Jack: I can't be rude and go in the school building without greeting my upperclassmen.

Ruggie: 'S not rude at all. It's annoying, more'n anything, so just head on to class withou…

[bell chimes]

Ruggie: That's the ten-minute warning bell. Jack-kun, hurry and head to class.

Jack: But, you're still standin' outside, Ruggie-senpai…

Ruggie: Augh, fine. Look, I crossed the threshold. I'm on school grounds! That's what you want, right!?

Jack: Yessir. I hope you have a good day.

Ruggie: Haaah, he's already so exhaustin' so early in the mornin'…

Leona: Yaaawn… How nice, you got yourself a cute little freshman following you.

Ruggie: Oh, did you finally wake up?

Ruggie: Anyway, no, it's not nice at all. He's so stiff and annoying…

Ruggie: The way he suddenly started to follow me like that makes me feel like he's got some kind of ulterior motive. It's weird, man.

Leona: Eh, if you can tame him, I'm sure he'd be useful as some kind of guard dog, at least. Discipline him good.

[Exterior Hallway]

Jack: Ruggie-senpai.

Jack: You have flight class next, right? I'll carry your broom and towel to the sports field!

Ruggie: I'm fine, just get to your own class.

[Cafeteria]

Jack: Ruggie-senpai, what would you like for lunch? I'll go grab it for you, so you can go and sit.

Ruggie: I'm not Leona or anything, I can grab stuff from a buffet for myself.

Ruggie: Why can't he just leave me alone～

[Main Street]

Jack: Ruggie-senpai. That's another day's hard work done!

Ruggie: Urgh, he's here again…

Jack: It seems like it may rain. I'll hold your umbrella for you, so please don't hesitate to use it.

Ruggie: I can hold my own umbrella. You're really a pain to deal with…

Ruggie: I don't know what you want, but you ain't gonna get nothin' out of me just 'cause you're trippin' over yourself like that.

Jack: I'm not interested in gettin' anything, I want to be useful to you, is all.

Ruggie: Wh-Why meee～ …Ah, wait!

Ruggie: If you wanna be useful, you should do stuff for Leona-san instead!

Ruggie: I'm sure he'd be delighted to have someone take care of him…

Ruggie: Isn't Leona-san someone that you look up to, anyway?

Ruggie: You'd get waaay more out of followin' him around than me!

Jack: Instead of lookin' up to, it's more like… Yeah, I guess I'd like to surpass Leona-senpai someday, but…

Jack: I have no intention of messin' with the heirarchy of our pack.

Ruggie: Y'know that Savanaclaw's the dorm that raises up those that can prove themselves, right? It's just "the boss" and "the rest of us." There's no hierarchy.

Jack: True, we only have a Dorm Leader. Unlike the other dorms, we don't even have a Vice Dorm Leader…

Jack: But since you're the guy who helps the Dorm Leader in and out from behind the scenes, you'd be our number two guy.

Jack: At least, I'm pretty sure of that.

Ruggie: I mean, maybe some stuff behind the scenes, but I don't remember any other stuff.

Jack: I'm nowhere near your level yet.

Jack: I'd never do something as rude as ignore the pecking order and go over your head.

Jack: Just like you serve the Dorm leader, I'll serve the second-in-command!

Ruggie: So what, a prideful wolf's gonna be a subordinate to someone as lowly as a hyena?

Ruggie: …There's no way, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

Jack: I must not be working hard enough, if you still don't believe me.

Jack: I'll do even more tomorrow, so that you'll see I'm serious! Farewell, sir!!!

Ruggie: Ugh, it's no good… Can't get through to him at all.

Ruggie: That's why these kinda serious and strait-laced guys are such a pain…

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

Requested by @tri3tri.

#twisted wonderland #twst #jack howl #ruggie bucchi #leona kingscholar #epel felmier #twst jack #twst ruggie #twst leona #twst epel #twst translation #mention: vargas

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justletmeplayminecraft · 3 years

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Etho hurt/comfort fic pretty please? 👉👈👀💚

some etho hurt/comfort coming right up!

featuring: etho has made smarter decisions than this, set in s7 during the end of season stat poker, sometimes your friends just have to tell you you're an idiot

warnings: injury caused by falling, broken rib, pushing self too far/ignoring injuries, some light drinking

It's a stupid misstep.

Etho's foot lands on empty air and the next thing he knows, he's falling. His hands struggle for his water bucket, the one he knows should be just there, but isn't. There's not enough time to twist, or to soften his landing. He barely gets his arms up to protect his head before he's slamming into the ground. The air is forced out of him with a crack that reverberates through his very bones. His next breath comes out as a low hiss, a few ticks passing as his brain tries to catch up with what just happened.

That's when the pain kicks in.

If Etho weren't already lying facedown in the dirt, he would be now.

Air feels forced into his body, stabbing through his chest and back. It's all he can do to groan, and that hurts too. His face pressed into his arms, fingers unconsciously pulling at his hair. His grip tightens with another gasp for air, struggling to take a full breath. He must've dealt with worse than this in the past, he's an experienced player! Being on Hermitcraft with all of its luxuries is making him soft.

Speaking of Hermitcraft.

He wants to groan when he realises he's supposed to meet the others for Stat Poker soon. Thankfully, he convinces himself not to, because as he's learnt: groaning hurts. Not that there's much that doesn't hurt right now. He should back out of the meet up. He doesn't even want to try standing right now, for crying out loud. But it was Tango, and Etho knows the guy needs the break. He can't just bail on him now. With a deep breath, Etho manages to haul onto his side. Every breath comes out as a quick and shallow puff, sending shooting pains through him. Trying to breathe in any deeper than a gasp gives him the urge to curl into a small ball and become one with the dirt.

But, he can't let Tango down. It'll be a good time hanging out together. He just needs to grab a health potion, and maybe tomorrow he can take it easy. Easy enough, anyway.

With a hissed breath, he finally gets his hands flat on the ground and pushes up. His nails dig into the dirt and he already knows it'll be a nightmare to clean out later. When he forces his eyes open, he finds he's managed to sit upright. Great. That's progress. He tries to sigh, but the breath cuts off into a hiss of pain he bites his tongue to bury. Alright, no groaning or sighing then. He can work with that.

Finding a stair block in his inventory, he throws it down to use as a support. His chest feels like it's trying to suffocate him, but he's able to push to his feet. He leans on the block to catch his breath. Health potion, then stat poker.

Pain flares through his chest as he stands upright, his eyes squeezing shut. He thinks he'll walk to the shopping district.

"Etho, sweet face!" Keralis's call greets him as Etho pushes the gate open. Etho smiles, trying to catch his breath from the walk over. It's hard when anything deeper than a shallow breath feels a bit like knives prickling into his lungs. The potion hasn't helped as much as he wanted it to, but he can make it through this. It's just hanging out with friends, what could go wrong?

"Hey, K." He nods his head in greeting. Tango and Bdubs turn at the sound of his voice. Tango is the first to bounce away from the bar, holding a glass out for him.

"Glad you could make it, dude! Take a seat, get comfortable. We're just getting snacks." Etho looks into the glass, swirling the deep red liquid. "It's just berry juice," Tango is quick to tell him. "Made specially for you. The rest of us, however-" He clinks his glass against Keralis's on the way back to the bar, throwing a wink Etho's way. Etho rolls his eyes, not wanting to risk the affectionate laugh in his throat. It looks like Bdubs and Keralis have already claimed the seats closest to the button. He lowers himself into a chair across the table carefully, not wanting to make a sudden drop. Once he's down safely, with only a minimal jolt of pain, he relaxes. He sinks back against the chair, tugging his mask down to take a sip of juice. It's fresh, fruity on his tongue. He smiles, forcing the pain out of his mind.

Bdubs strides over, a bowl held in his palm as he bows.

"Your snacks, wonderful patrons." Keralis near dives onto his seat so he can pick some of the honey-glazed nuts from the top. It's a close thing, but somehow Bdubs keeps the bowl steady.

"Keralis! Those are for all of us!" Tango calls, sitting beside Etho with a refilled glass and another bowl.

"I've only taken some!" Keralis protests. "Besides, I've gotta have lots now before Bubbles eats them all!"

"Will not!" Bdubs cries, hands on his hips. Etho snorts, regretting it immediately. At least his mask hides most of his grimace. They're too busy squabbling over the bowl to notice.

"Now, now, children. Let's save the fights for the actual game." Tango smirks as he unpockets his diamonds, holding them in the air. Etho can't help but smile at the dramatics, the way the evening sun glints through the blue. "Are we all ready?"

"Oh no, we're just sitting around this table for no reason," Bdubs says, before throwing his hands up. "Yes, of course we're ready!"

"Might wanna keep that anger in check 'til after you've lost all your diamonds, Bdubs." The words are difficult to get out, but Etho works his way through them. Keeping his voice around its usual talking volume doesn't hurt too bad.

"Oh, I hope you get none of them." Bdubs leans across the table, dark eyes meeting Etho's. Etho smirks.

"So you admit you'll lose them, then?" He teases. Bdubs huffs, sitting back with crossed arms.

"This is unfair. You're ganging up on me already."

Keralis laughs, "Well, you can press the button first. Does that make it fair?"

"Oh, more than fair! I like pressing buttons."

"You sure do," Tango mutters, disguising it with a sip of wine. Etho puffs out a breath, more punched than he intended. Ugh, why do they have to be so damn funny? This is making his job ten times harder. "Etho?" Tango calls, "You okay? Don't often see you making that face."

Etho tries an encouraging smile, crinkling his eyes above the mask, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just had a bit of a slip earlier." It's technically not a lie.

"You sure you're going to be okay?" Bdubs asks.

"Yeah, sure. A hang out with friends has never hurt anyone, right?"

"On this server..." Keralis points out, looking between Bdubs and Tango.

"Hey, we're plenty safe!" Tango argues.

"No, no, I think Keralis has a point with this one," Etho shoots back. Bdubs huffs, slapping the first card face down on the table.

"Gentlemen!" He calls their attention. "Let's begin."

So far, Etho's lost a lot of diamonds. Adding in the light system was a stroke of genius that is ruining him. He leans on the table, watching Bdubs finish his second glass. Meanwhile, Etho's barely finished his first glass of juice. Tango holds the next card between his fingers before flipping it dramatically.

"Distance climbed," Etho reads, Tango repeating it soon after. As the discussion breaks out about what exactly that entails, Etho tries to consider his options. He knows his statistics aren't the highest on the server. He splits his time between worlds and that's to his detriment here. Though if he could use his stats from his single-player world... Oh, that would be great.

"Etho, you in?" Bdubs asks, focusing his attention back on the match. Etho looks at the pot. Ten diamonds. That's not too bad.

"I know I'm going to lose this one, but I am nicknamed 'Ladders', so I feel like I have to do it just to see..." His voice trails off as the breathlessness sets in, lungs aching with the strain of his small breaths. He might have to call it soon if this gets much worse, but he can keep going.

"Etho," Bdubs says, leaning across the table. "Out of all these years who has ever called you 'ladders'?"

Tango laughs, and Etho's about to reply when Tango hits his back. Etho doesn't hear Tango's words, too occupied by the feeling of every nerve in his chest setting aflame. He falls forward, with chesty coughs that only hurt more but he can't seem to stop. This is going to kill him. Every gasp feels like a desperate attempt to get oxygen, shivering in agony.

When he manages to blink his eyes open, he can make out blurry shapes moving around him. Something cool slides down his face, hitting his mask until it's pulled down. He makes a weak noise of protest. He doesn't think it's any different from his noises of pain. A hand cards through his hair, something pressed to his lips. He can taste the zing of a health potion and drinks as eagerly as he can.

With the help of the potion, he forces himself to take small breaths. It still hurts. It still hurts a lot. But at least now he can focus on the mortifying situation he's put himself in instead.

"Etho?" Bdubs' voice rings clear now. Etho holds up a shaky hand.

"Gimme- give a minute." He leans on the edge of the table, focusing on taking small breaths. He's not sure how long he's in that position for, until the pain subsides enough for him to dare move again.

"Etho? How are you feeling, sweetface?" Etho looks up to give Keralis a smile, realising his eyes are still filled with tears. He goes to dry his eyes, and Bdubs is quick to press a tissue into his hand.

"Thanks," he mutters. He can see Keralis properly now. Nice. "I'm- yeah. I'm okay now. Didn't think that would happen."

"Yeah," Etho doesn't need to turn to see Tango's disapproving look. "What was that, dude? You nearly keeled over in front of us!" Ugh, he nearly did, didn't he?

"Fell earlier," he murmurs, sticking to half-truths. "Must've landed harder than I thought."

"What hurts?" Bdubs asks. He's standing on his toes, ready to jump back into action. It gives Etho a little smile.

"My chest, mostly. Breathing's pretty hard."

Bdubs hums thoughtfully, "Think you can get back to your own base?" Etho blinks, looking at the half-finished game around them.

"But- the- We're not finished!"

"You're hurt, sweetface! We're not going to continue without you."

"Yeah, it's no fun playing if somebody is gonna cough their guts out." Tango moves his hand towards him before hesitating and thinking better of it. Etho is both thankful and longing for the touch.

"I made it over here," Etho concedes, "I should be fine to get back."

"Good!" Bdubs claps his hands. "Because I don't want to call Doc or Xisuma." Etho cringes at the thought.

"Oh, don't do that to me. I'd never live it down."

"X wouldn't let you leave your base," Tango replies, snickering.

"That's my nickname!"

"Have you seen Doc when he goes all mother hen?" Etho protests, quickly remembering to lower his voice. "And then he just bullies you afterwards!" Bdubs snorts

"I'm not calling him! You're fine, princess."

Bdubs pats Keralis's back, "We can both call Etho a princess, it's okay."

The trio insist on walking him home. He doesn't engage much in the conversation, too occupied with breathing and walking at the same time. At one point he ends up leaning on Keralis, because Bdubs is too short, and Tango too skinny. He smirks during the subsequent argument that plays out, closing his eyes and letting Keralis guide his movements. Before he knows it, they're approaching his base. Keralis doesn't let go of him until they've found his bedroom.

"There you go. One comfortable bed," Tango says, patting the covers. Keralis helps Etho sit down, Etho gritting his teeth whilst he gets situated.

"And no leaving it, sir!" Keralis says, back to his dramatic movements now Etho isn't attached to his side. "Bedrest for you."

"Ugh," Etho leans his head against the wall behind him. "That's no fun."

"I think you've had enough fun for today!" Tango decides. "I'm going to grab some potions, make sure you don't need to go anywhere." Etho nods, too tired to thank him. Keralis pets through Etho's hair, Bdubs lightly patting Etho's thigh.

"There you go, you big baby," Bdubs teases, his voice soft with affection. "Get some sleep. It'll be good for you." Etho forces an eye open.

"Isn't sleeping your job?" He whispers. Bdubs scoffs, shaking out Etho's pillows. Keralis, however, laughs loudly. His fingers move to scratching Etho's scalp. That is definitely pulling him to sleep. He has to fight back a yawn.

"Come on, down, down," Keralis encourages. With a bit of help, they settle him against the pillows. His jacket is eased off, head sinking into softness.

"He looks cosy," Tango comments as he returns. Etho hears glass clink as potion bottles are set down near his head.

"Shush, we're trying to make him go to sleep," Bdubs whispers. Etho smiles.

"I'm not sleepin' yet," he mumbles.

"You should be." Is Bdubs' reply. Etho shakes his head, pleased when Keralis's hand returns to petting it.

"We'll be here when you wake up," Keralis tells him.

"Yeah," Tango agrees. "We've just moved our hang out to your base now." Etho opens his eyes, watching as Tango pulls chairs over. Keralis is sitting on his bedside table, and smiles at him when he notices Etho looking.

"You heal up good now, okay? We want a nice and healthy Etho." Etho nods, closing his eyes again.

"Yeah, I'll give it a shot." He gets another scritch as a reward. It's not long until there's laughter as the three strike up a conversation about something inane. His chest still feels like he was kicked by a horse, but at least he's in good company.

Maybe getting injured was worth it, after all.

... Nah.

#hc #ask #anonymous #my writing #etho #tango #keralis #bdubs #injury #not completely happy with this one but its making it hard to work on other stuff so. here it is jkhfd

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vickylamore · 3 years

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Something A.M

Summary: Long hours of work was something you both were used to but seeing him absolutely exhausted made you heart ache. Why not take care of him while he’s home?

Pairing - Lee Jeno x Female! Reader

Genre - Fluff, slight Crack

Type - Oneshot (+ 2-3 texts at the end)

Warnings - Half naked Jeno, nothing suggestive.

WC - 2.7k

Requested? Yes! Thank you @jaeminsespresso!

Notes: I need everyone to stfu because this is cute 🧎🏾‍♀️ sleepy Jeno 🤝🏾 my entire existence. No because this is one of the cutest things I've written. Is it cuteness overboard? No. But its like... just enough. If that makes sense lmao.

Two A.M.

The stars are out at two am, normal people are asleep at two am, hell, even the sun is asleep at two am. And you had every right to be up at two am since today’s your day off, finally a bit of alone time without any conflicting schedules or last-minute runs at the hospital. You turned off your cell and laid on your bed as the last few cars returned back home, either to their families, their chores or a comfortable bed to sleep on.

Everyone was asleep at two am.

You glanced at the alarm clock near your bedside, eyes flickering back to your phone before going back to the book that you hadn’t put down in hours. The mere thought of living in a whole new world compared to this one blew your mind, you always thanked authors for their amazing work and creativity, never understanding how one’s brain could imagine such ideas without any barrier to stop them.

Maybe even the authors weren’t asleep at two am.

And although your boyfriend wasn’t an author and frankly wasn’t you on your day off, he was still out in that damn godforsaken building. And somehow forgot to text you.

Alright, maybe you did text him a little too much but you haven’t heard from him since lunch talking about Mark ranting about his time away from the guys. It did warm your heart to see them all together though, especially after being separated for so long.

You sighed and glanced at your phone again, time turning from 2:21 to 2:22, eyes rolling at the lack of messages and calls. The streets were awfully quiet tonight, even if your apartment was located in a pretty safe and quiet neighborhood. The only light you’d get was from the headlights of a car passing by. Yet every time, you hoped it was Jeno who finally decided on coming back home after leaving at six in the morning.

But every time it was a different car with someone you didn’t know inside. It didn’t stop a small frown from tugging the corners of your lips downwards in disappointment.

Three minutes turned into five and five into ten before you finally reached for your phone and dialed the first number on the speed dial. With the phone pressed against your ear, you got up from your shared bedroom and stalked your way to the living room, leaving behind the story of a dark knight in shining armor accidentally falling for the enemy's assassin.

Dragging your feet on the tiles and hugging your home clothes closer to your body, you sit on the sofa and stare at the tv, the news channel on. The latest gossip and everything wrong with politics and the media bored you enough to grab the remote and switch channels. You did stop eventually, right after you called Jeno about three times.

Hey, it’s Jeno. If you called and I didn’t answer it’s because I’m sleeping on the floor right now. Call me back in like… ten minutes. Might not answer though.

“Such a dork,” you laughed softly under your breath, a worried sigh leaving your mouth as you waited for the beep. “Hey… it’s me again.” You glanced at the time on your phone, “it’s nearly halfway til three and you’re not home yet. Am I worried? Of course not.” You paused. “Yes, yes I am worried. Just call me back as soon as you get this, okay?”

“I’ll be back at eight, he said. I’ll be back before you know it, he said.” You mocked under your breath, fingers skimming through a list of contacts before pressing the number. You stared at the tv with uninterested eyes as the phone began to ring, “all men do is— hey Mark!”

“I heard that you know.” His voice took you off guard, he sounded a lot more tired than usual. Just how hard have they been working? They do have a comeback soon, you understood, but it did break your heart how much they were working.

“Oh.” You said, laughing awkwardly. “Anyways—”

He laughed at the small pause and took a breath in. A door closed behind him and chatter was heard on the other end of the call. “Are you looking for Jeno?”

“Ooh, is it (Y/n)?”

“Yeah.”

You were about to answer but the struggle on the other end made you stop, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. It’s only when you heard Haechan’s voice that you laughed.

“(Y/n),” Haechan whistled sweetly as if trying to convince you of something. “When your boyfriend gets home, please tell him that he needs to stop talking about you at practice. Listen, I really like you and you're one of my closest friends outside of the group but—!”

More scuffling, more shouts and laughter rang through the call. At this point, you don't know whether to laugh at their antics or smile at the fact that Jeno talks about you at practice.

“Tell Jeno that he forgot his phone too!” Haechan’s voice became distant after a few seconds before Mark came back. “I was going to say that Jeno already left like twenty minutes ago, but he left his phone.”

So that’s why he wasn’t answering you. It makes sense, Jeno usually has his phone away from him during practices and often forgets it. If it weren’t for you, he’d sometimes go to work without a job.

“Thank you,” you said, “I was getting scared that something happened because I’ve been calling with no response.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, he should be at your apartment soon.”

Speaking of the devil, footsteps approached the front door followed by the sound of keys clinking against one another.

“Yeah, he just got home,” you confirmed upon hearing the door open, “Thanks Mark, take care of yourself okay? Say hi to everyone for me and tell Haechan that his message will not be delivered.” The phone call ends in a cut-off ‘hey!’ by the boy, which made you chuckle. Turning over the sofa, you watched as the door opened with a small creek, the hallway lights bleeding into your apartment complex, a tall and very-tired looking man standing with his bag barely resting on the tip of his fingers.

“Morning.” You let out a small laugh at his groggy voice and got up while he ruffled his black hair and took off the black mask and cap that covered his face. “What’s for breakfast?” You made your way in front of him, taking the mask and cap and throwing them on the sofa.

You only stared for a second, innocently batting your eyes while Jeno closed his for a dozen seconds at a time. You took in his tied frame and felt bad for how exhausted he looked; even if the hallway was barely lit up and the only light came from the tv, the eye bags were nearly as dark as his shirt and his slumped shoulders made you look at him pitifully. He opened his eyes again, smiling at you with a half slanted smile.

“Hi.”

Although it was his career and he chose to work hard, something you were scared of how exactly hard he pushed himself. He wasn’t like you, no one could stop you from doing what you wanted especially because of how stubborn you are. But Jeno has this passion for performing and he wouldn’t let anything take that away from him. So when he said hi, your heart broke a little more because you saw how desperate he tried to smile at you despite his exhausted state.

You grabbed the gym bag from his hand and softly dropped it on the floor before looking at him, “hi baby.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, “how was your day?” You felt him stumble against your shorter body and it took everything in you to not succumb under his weight.

“Good, it was good,” he hummed and buried his head in the crop of your neck, nuzzling into the warmth, “you’re warm,” he cooed. You laughed lightly and agreed, saying that you were laying down on the bed for half the night. You only rubbed his back and felt as his breath got slower. You didn’t question it, but when he got heavier, you raised your eyebrow.

“Jeno?” No answer. You listed your head up slightly, “Jeno?”

A snore. One loud and long snore rumbled your own chest and made you laugh out loud.

Did he fall asleep on you?

You didn’t want to wake him up, not with the way he looked at peace falling asleep but your shorter and a lot more frail legs started wobbling. It was only a matter of time until both of you ended up on the floor. With sheer determination, you pulled him towards your shared bedroom with all the strength you had.

Having a boyfriend with muscles was truly a beautiful sight but to drag his body down a long hallway was a challenge not even he would want to do.

Halfway throughout though, you realized that you couldn’t drag both of you towards the bedroom so you ended up laying him down on the couch and turning off the tv. Taking off his shoes, you waited until he didn't stir anymore to go to the kitchen and make him his favorite meal. Not because it was a nice thing to do, which it was, but because he would 100% wake up for it, no matter the circumstances.

So, you got to cooking. It wasn’t an extensive dish and it wasn’t complicated either, it was rather simple and easy to make. You’ll have to wake him up as soon as it’s ready.

You didn’t have to; while you were finishing the last few steps, he appeared behind you and nagged arms around your waist, chin resting on top of your head. You chuckled lightly. “The food is almost ready, go sit down and I’ll get you a bowl.”

You reached for the cupboards but your movements were restricted because he was still clinging to you like a koala would a tree. You lightly tapped his arm, “baby, I need to get your food.”

“But you're warm,” he whined, clinging onto you even more. You sighed in defeat, fully knowing that he wasn’t going to let go of you, not while he was still half asleep. When Jeno was tired, he didn’t like moving or getting up, it was the only reason why he was still pressed against you.

“Yeah but so is the bed,” you tried to convince, taking baby steps towards the cupboards and got a bowl, “you’ll be able to sleep laying down instead of standing straight.” He grumbled a bit but didn’t move. “Just sit down at the table and I’ll bring you your food, okay?”

“Promise?”

“Where am I gonna go?” You questioned with an eyebrow raised, “neverland?” But when he didn’t move, you sighed, “I promise. Now go sit.” You watched as he walked towards the table, nearly stumbling in his stupor. He genuinely looked like a child that woke up from a nap, it was so cute yet so sad at the same time. You would love it if he went to bed, but unless he was well fed and took a shower, he wouldn’t have a good night’s rest.

You put the food in the bowl and gave it to him, at which he indulged almost immediately. You shook your head, amused at how he went from tired to starving in a matter of seconds. You filled a glass of water and sat in front of him.

“I thought you were tired.”

“You think I’m gonna leave this for tomorrow?” He said with a mouthful of food.

“Finish eating, then go take a shower,” you rolled your eyes with a smile on your face, “you’ll feel a lot better when you do.”

It didn’t take long for him to finish, nor take a shower. You washed the dishes then waited for him in your shared bedroom, hearing his softs hums fill the nearly closed bathroom. Steam quickly covered the mirror and the room as a whole. When he got out, his hair was damp, strands sticking to the side of his face.

He was half-naked, towel wrapping around his torso and skin nearly red from the hot water scorching his skin. You only stared, “you look like those guys who come out of slow-mo bathroom scenes.” He chucked under his breath, his voice still tired from a long day of work. He went to the closet when you called his name again, he turned around curious.

“Come here.”

“What are you going to do?” He raised an eyebrow and you threw the closest pillow to him.

“Not like that you dork,” you rolled your eyes, “your muscles are tense, you keep straining your neck to the side.”

He only shrugged and walked towards you, sitting on the foot of the bed and running a hand through his damped hair. “Have I ever told you that you being a nurse is everything I ever wanted?”

“Intern.” You rolled your eyes again, got on your knees so you were taller than his half seated figure and started massaging his shoulders. “I’m an intern at a hospital.”

“I know.”

“But you were wrong?”

“Seeing you upset is cute— ow!” You laughed when you pinched him, he only looked back, less amused. “I thought massages were supposed to be relaxing and painless.”

You didn’t reply and just continued, a comforting silence falling between you both. You were lost in your thoughts for a second, thinking about the very first time you had met him and ironically, it was because he nearly tripped you while you were running late to your shift. If it weren’t for his quick reflexes, you would’ve fallen and busted your face. Typical Cinderella story because now, you’ve been with him for a little over a year.

“(Y/n)?” You hummed. “Did you stop talking because you’re concentrating or because I’m thirst-trapping you?” You literally heard his smirk as you scoffed out of embarrassment, hitting his now less tense shoulders. “Either reason works for me.”

“I need you to be quiet.” You ordered playfully, “and for your information, I wasn’t thirst-trapping... Not yet at least.” Your waves of laughter rang through the room, ending with small giggles before ceasing. When you finished, you saw him relax. You smiled proudly at yourself before leaning forward and wrapping your arms around his torso, chin planted on his shoulder.

“Hey Jeno,” his own fingers intertwined with yours and he hummed for you to continue. “I don’t think I tell you this enough but I’m super proud of you,” you whispered out, letting the words sink into his skin. “You’re a really hard worker and I admire that so much about you. And don’t worry about disappointing me because these muscles sure don't.”

He laughed, which brought a smile to your face. His own smile stayed on his lips, which warmed your heart. “But take care of yourself too… and you forgot your phone.”

His smile fell, “I did?”

“Mh-hm.”

“Did you call?”

“Of course I did!” You said in an offended tone, “you’ll see it tomorrow. I think Haechan or Mark has it—” you were going to talk about the brief but pleasant conversation you had with the other two Dream members, but Jeno flipped you around so that you were both lying on the bed, facing each other.

“You should give me more compliments,” he smirked playfully, “they make me blush.” You shook your head and snuggled further into his chest. He wrapped his hands around your waist and nuzzled his chin into your hair. “But thank you.”

You snapped your eyes up, “was that a thank you?” You teased at which he rolled his own eyes.

“Shut up and go to bed.”

You did eventually start falling asleep. The rise and fall of his chest calmed your heart. The cars didn’t race down the street anymore, the headlights didn’t pass by the windows and bleed into the room. As you felt yourself drift away, you whispered a quick ‘I love you, at which he blew back without any hesitation. The calming rhythm of his heart made your eyelids fall. Now, it was nearly four o'clock in the morning, and authors, including your boyfriend, finally slept at the crack of dawn.

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(If anyone's wondering what YN texted Jeno after she didn't know where he was)

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please-buckme · 3 years

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The View From The Fire Escape. (2/3)

Bucky Barnes x gn!reader

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: fluff, sexual situation 18+, and ANGST BABY, and sorry.

Part 1 // Part 3

The sun beamed through your bedroom window shortly after you fell asleep, peeking it’s rays passed your makeshift curtains. You tossed and turned all morning as thoughts of Bucky ran through your head.

You’d seen him from afar almost every night since he moved in. At first he was shy, only ducking his head out for air every now and then. Eventually, though, you asked him to stick around, have a beer with you. He declined the offer the first couple of times, but one night he was out there before you as if he were waiting for you.

Since then, you were his late night remedy after another terrible nightmare. Some nights you would be too tired to set out and talk. Those nights were the worst for Bucky.

You helped him think of other things, helped him take his mind off of his past if only for a short time. So when you weren’t out there he had nothing but time to sit alone and think. Think of all the things he’s done, all the horrors of his past. His victims' faces flashing to life as he relives every moment. When you didn’t save him from himself, he could never go back to sleep. He was always too scared and frightened at what his mind would make him relive if he closed his eyes, again.

But sometimes, after you talk for a while, he would dream of you. Even though he’d only seen you from across the way as well, in his dreams he was touching your soft skin. He could still hear you giggling but this time in his ear as he kissed down your neck. Those dreams he cherished. You were the only positive thing his unconscious mind would grant him and he was okay with that.

Your alarm went off at 10am, giving you just enough time to shower, do your hair and get dressed. The weather outside was beautiful; clear skies and sunny. You dressed for summer for the first time in over a year. It didn’t take long for 11am to hit as you found yourself rushing around your apartment, scrambling to find your keys and wallet. Instead of putting your shoes on, you grabbed them and rushed out the door;

Locking the door from the inside.

You were late. Only by five minutes, but Bucky began to panic. You were the first person he was seeing that wasn’t part of him trying to ‘make amends’. He liked you and that was a lot for him to process already. You were the first person who was genuinely nice to him since the blip. He didn’t want to screw this up.

When you were six minutes late, the heavy breathing kicked in. As if he wasn’t nervous enough, now he’s sure you weren’t coming. He scratches his head in defeat and begins to walk away.

Before he could get too far, though, you come barreling out the door,

“Bucky? Bucky, oh my god. I’m so sorry.” You say out of breath. “One minute I was getting ready and the next my favorite song came on so I got a little lost and then- BAM” you shout, making Bucky jump in surprise. He could tell you were nervous too, just from the rambling. You rambled a lot when you were nervous. He found it cute.

“It was 10:55. I’m so sorry. I hope you weren’t down here long.”

“No just-“ He looks at the watch on his right wrist, “about ten minutes. I was early.” He states, clearing his throat.

Once you caught your breath reality set in. Here he was. He was even more beautiful up close. But it was really just his face you could admire, the rest of him was covered from his neck to his toes in dark clothing.

“You know it’s, like, eighty degrees out, right?” You giggle, looking his attire over.

He sighed, “Ah.. yeah, I’ll be fine. This actually keeps me cool.” He lied.

“Really? Your black leather jacket with matching gloves keeps you cool?”

He shakes his head, smirking down at you, “Ya know, you’re way more annoying in this proximity. I think I’m just gonna-“ He laughs, pointing to his apartment.

“Shut up.” You say shoving his left shoulder. Your palm landed on his covered metal arm and Bucky grabbed your wrist gently before lowering it back to your side.

“So what’s the plan today?” He asks, trying to cut through the awkwardness he’d brought between the two of you.

“Well, first I’ll put my shoes on, and then I thought we’d go to the square. There’s some sort of event going on. I thought it’d be more fun to walk around rather than sit and talk.” You shrug.

You were awkward but confident in your own way. It’s like you embraced the awkwardness and Bucky loved that about you. To his surprise, but not really that surprising, you were more awkward in person. But also so beautiful. More beautiful than he’d dreamed. The skin that peaked through your clothing appeared soft. He wanted to reach out and touch you, but at the same time didn’t want to rush anything. Bucky was old fashioned in many ways and dating was one.

You beamed this sort of natural glow under your shy demeanor. Bucky smiled, “We can do whatever you want, after I help you with your shoes.”

“Oh.. you don’t have ta- waaa” Bucky helped you balance as he held your foot over his knee, placing the shoe on each foot, then double knotting your laces. “He can tie shoes too. God, is there anything you can’t do?” You giggle.

Bucky groans like an old man as stood back on his feet, “whistle.” He grins.

“You’re lying.”

“Yeah, I am.” He laughs, nudging your shoulder. “Come on.”

You smile up at him when he holds his right arm out to you. Your arm links with his as he walks you around the busy Brooklyn sidewalk.

The square was packed. Kids running around you and Bucky with every other step, it feels like. You watch as he held back a smile when a sweet little girl ran up and gave him a flower.

“Oh, is this for me?” He asked, kneeling down to her eye level. She nods, “Thank you, Doll. I’ll keep it til the petals fall off, how’s that sound?” He smiled as she giggled and ran away.

“And he’s good with kids.” You note aloud again.

“Kids are much easier to talk to than adults.” He smirked.

Bucky held onto the flower the entire time. It made your heart melt a little more each time you caught him twirling it between his fingers. He was simple. Even the smallest act of kindness went a long way with him.

You moved from booth to booth, shop to shop, trying on hats that made Bucky grin and ate the greased food Bucky's ever consumed. He watched as you talked to the small business owners littering the square just hoping for people to buy from their booth. He notices the crinkles by your eye when you laugh. He’d never seen such beauty in one smile. You were kind, understanding and patient with him and that’s exactly what he needed.

You never asked about his arm and he was so grateful for that. When he came out shirtless the first time he didn’t know you were there. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw you waving over to him. He expected all the usual questions, but you never asked one.

Even today you grabbed it to drag him to another booth and you didn’t even flinch. This put Bucky at ease. You're the first person to hold his hand in years. It’s silly but it means more to him than you’ll ever know.

“What do you think of these?” You ask, trying on a pair of sunglasses.

“I like the other ones.” He points to the other pair in your hand.

“Hmm, okay. Just these then.” You pay for the sunglasses and walk back the way you came as the event was ending.

“Did you have fun?” Bucky asked, hesitantly moving his hand closer to yours.

“I had a great time, Buck. You’re good company.” His heart lurched at the complement. He stretched his pinky out towards the back of your palm, running it open and down your soft skin before you got the hint and took his hand into yours. You both wore smiles the whole way back.

The walk home was pretty quiet. You’d gotten a little more comfortable and rested your head against his leather covered metal arm, sighing as your feet began to ache.

“Thanks for hanging out with me.” You say once you arrived at your building.

“Thanks for inviting me.” He gave you a shy smile.

It was still midday and you were positive you’d be too tired to sit out tonight. In all honesty you weren’t quite ready to say goodbye just yet. You cleared your throat, trying to think of a way to get him upstairs without sounding too desperate.

“I’d love to put that pretty flower in a vase for you,” it wasn’t a great excuse but you gotta work with what you got.

“Are you trying to steal my flower?” He scoffed jokingly.

“Of course not I-“

“The audacity..”

“Shut up,” you giggle. “I’m just trying to get you upstairs, okay?” The air around you thickens. Did you really just say that? I thought we were going for not too desperate.

“I don’t think that’s-“

“It's okay, Bucky. I just wasn’t ready to say goodbye, is all.” The frown you wore made his heart sink. Has he upset you now?

“You know, I’m not really ready to say goodbye either.” He grins down at you. A soft sigh of relief comes from you and you smile, taking his hand into yours again and dragging him upstairs.

Once you opened the door, you kicked yourself for not cleaning up. It wasn’t too bad just empty beer bottles on your coffee table and an open pizza box.

“Sorry it’s so messy.” You apologize, picking things up on your way to the kitchen. “Would you like a plum?”

“No thanks. I have a bad history with plums.” Bucky says. You hum in understanding even though you were totally confused. But that is also going into the ill-talk-about-it-when-I-want-to-talk-about-it file.

Are the nightmares plum related? Anyways.

Bucky followed you to the kitchen and watched as you ate the plum. The juices of the plum stained your lips and even ran down your chin. Bucky was drooling over you. So beautiful and sexy and you’re just eating a plum. He hadn’t realized his mouth was hanging open as he watched you, but you did.

You smiled shyly, “Would you like a bite?” You asked, pulling Bucky from his trance.

He smirked, “Out of you or the plum?”

Your cheeks flushed as you swollen the remnants of the plum and the lump that now sat in your throat. “That’s entirely up to you, Buck.”

He smiled. He was a little nervous to go too far with you but he couldn’t stand it any longer. It’d been so long since someone noticed him the way you do and watching those juices drip down your chin did him in. He needed you just as bad as you wanted him.

He walked up to you slowly, taking the plum from you and biting into it. The juices now glossed his lips as well as he whispered, “how about both?”

A whimper fell from your lips, making Bucky lose all sense of control. Letting the plum slip from his fingertips, he cupped your face with his hands before smashing his lips to yours. He absentmindedly raised you to your tiptoes, so entranced with your taste. He could taste the plum on your breath and somehow that tasted even sweeter than taking a bite straight from the plum itself.

Bucky was drunk for the first time in decades and he didn’t need alcohol to do it; he just needed you. You were the elixir he’d been searching for all this time. He needed you as much as he needed oxygen to breathe.

You moaned into his mouth as he lifted you into his arms and carried you to your room as if he’d done it a million times before.

Your head hit the mattress as he laid you down. He groaned into your mouth, rubbing himself against you. “Bucky..” you whimpered once his lips trailed to your neck.

This was something you never thought would happen but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. You wanted all of him; his touch, his affection, his past, his secrets he’d never even tell his closest friend, his bad days, his good days, everything. You were overwhelmed with him, his cologne taking over your sense and his tender touches sending you into a frenzy.

Once he got to your chest, you sat up and flipped him over, pinning his hands above his head as you did so. You began to trail kisses down his neck now and undid his jacket.

Bucky winced when you pinned him down. He felt a panic attack approaching and he did everything he could to stop it. He tried to steady his breathing but with the way you were kissing him, that was never going to happen. He started counting to ten slowly in his head, but nothing he did could stop this attack from coming on. Flashbacks of being chained to gurneys and beds hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Oh god-“ he cried, making you stop and look up at him.

“Bucky-? Are you okay?”

He couldn’t hear you through the pounding in his ears and the noises of them working on his arm that were etched into his memories.

“Stop-“ he cried out, more to himself than you.

“Bucky what’s wrong? Did I do something?” You asked worried but also a little frightened.

“Get off of me..” He whimpered.

“Bucky?”

“I said get off of me.” Bucky through you to the floor as he sat up. Tears streamed down his face now. The panic attack was in full swing and he didn’t know what to do. All he knew was that he had to get out of here.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I really am.” He apologized just before running down the hall and out of your apartment.

Bucky left you confused, hurt and now frightened. Your body ached from being thrown to the floor.

All you knew was, the man you came into the apartment with wasn’t the same one who left.

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apollostears · 3 years

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TEENAGE LOVE AFFAIR [ BTS ]

group: BTS

pairing: BTS x daughter!reader

warning(s): swearing

request: can you do BTS reacting to their 15 year old daughter having a boyfriend/girlfriend?

requested by: @mela3340

oomfggg this was so fun to make!! thanks for requesting the first request of 2021 :) hope you enjoy love <3

➝︎ jin

he’s literally dramatic af.

#dramaking

but no really, he’ll be shook to the gods.

like huh??? his child got a partner?!!!

my kid?!!! IN THESE STREETS?!

he would faint, then wake back up and shake her til she’s dizzy.

ok but on a more serious note, i think if he saw his daughter have genuine feelings for this person they’re with, he would support a 100%

definitely wants to meet them asap

would chaperone their dates but in a way that’s soooo cliché. i mean ugly ass disguises cliché.

will definitely have a heart attack if his daughters partner used the fake ‘yawn-over-the-shoulder’ move while at the movies.

all his daughter would hear is someone choking horrendously a few rooms behind them and instantly know it’s her dad.

will call the boys up every time she asks him to go on a date with their partner or if they can come over to hang and study.

“i’m at a lost here! it’s like i’m in the war!” jin exaggerates on the group call with his friends.

“hyung, i think you’re over exaggerating.” jungkook would say sheepishly.

with the straightest face, jin would hang up and contemplate his choice in friends.

after about the sixth month mark, i do think he’d let up a tremendous amount.

like he’s no longer breathing down her neck about them and allows them to go on dates without him, so long as she tells him where they’re going.

10/10 is the dramatic dad that goes through a midlife crisis when their daughter starts dating.

➝︎ yoongi

mans does not care.

ok lemme clarify, he doesn’t care to the extent that jin does. he trusts his daughter and her decisions and understands that this is an important part of her life. he’s gonna try his hardest to not overstep.

but deep down, he definitely is having a hard time coming to grasps that his daughter is in love and starting to enter the dating world.

he understands the pressures surrounding dating too, especially at fifteen. so he’s definitely giving a nice lil lecture about sex, safe sex, consensual sex, and commitment.

and yes, yoongi knows that most of these young love relationships don’t last long, but he wants his daughter to know that her relationship is legit to him. no matter how old she is.

will look intimidating af to their daughters bf or gf. he definitely overhears them discussing if yoongi likes them or not 💀

looks like he could kill you and will but is also such a sweetheart once you actually know him.

doesn’t do no undercover brother shit but will follow his daughter on their first few dates just because he’s worried. isn’t overbearing and keeps a good distance.

honestly, if anything it brings his daughter a lot of comfort to know her dad is there to back her up 🙂

100%!is the father that seems like they’re chill on the surface but on the inside is working overtime to not be overreactive when their child starts dating.

➝︎ namjoon

is literally the 😯 emoji

when his daughter tells him that she’s got a lover, he literally looks exactly like that emoji.

he’s like “love? what you know about that?”

is extremely confused the entire time. yes, he knows that at her age, children start experimenting with dating but he never actually thought he’d have to deal with it.

was definitely worried that he’d lose out on daddy-daughter time once she started dating.

that was his biggest fear. that his daughter wouldn’t need him anymore. she would no worries.

is deathly afraid of his daughter experiencing heartbreak. their s/o could be the perfect match for his kid, he still wouldn’t care. namjoon is going to be worried regardless.

constantly asks for updates on their relationship to see if he needs to give any advice on how to keep the relationship going.

he doesn’t see their love as something immature. namjoon values it the same way he would value an adult relationship.

which meansss giving them the birds n the bees. same as yoongi, a thorough talk on sexually transmitted diseases, birth control, safe sex, you name it.

was incredibly nervous to meet the person their daughter was dating 💀 like how you supposed to be the daddy but more scared than the actual date.

chaperones his daughter’s first couple of dates. doesn’t get in their way but definitely makes his presence known when does attend.

has a strict “have her home by 9 or else” policy.

won’t ground their child if they give them a heads up on why they would be late.

is 100% the type to be the “work in progress” dad that wishes there was a book on what to do when your teenage daughter starts dating.

➝︎ hobi

mans was like “awww my wittle baby likes somebody!”

was wayyy more excited about meeting their child’s s/o then what is deemed normal.

don’t get me wrong, he’s definitely protective of his kid but hobi understands that these things happen.

it was bound to happen that one day his daughter would start dating.

doesn’t hound his child with questions but is very curious to learn more about this bf/gf that their daughter has.

when he meets them, he’s very scary looking at first. switching into serious hobi, he intimidates the kid just a bit before breaking into a grin and letting them know he was kidding.

is the type of dad that would make their daughters’ s/o fall in love with him 💀

hobi gets along with virtually anyone so it wasn’t hard for him to bond with the s/o.

however, he does make it known that he is a father and while the kid seems to be an alright choice for his daughter, he still lets them know that he will go liam neeson on a motherfucker if necessary.

doesn’t follow his daughter on dates but somehow ends up attending some of them because they both want him around.

on the times he doesn’t go, there is a curfew in place and it’s 8 o’clock 😔

hobi is 100% the dad to become friends with their daughters’ bf/gf but still be a force to be reckon with when needed.

➝︎ jimin

probably the one who meddles in their daughters love life.

sees their daughter walkout of school with a guy and is asking fifty million questions on who he is and if she likes him.

all for her to turn around and be like “dad, i’m gay.”

and he’s like 🥺🥰 “good, boys are disgusting anyways.”

so now he’s scoping out girls that could be a potential match for his kid 💀

“what about her?”

“nah, she’s a little rude to me.”

“you know what they say! she likes you!”

“no dad. just...no.”

was not expecting the girl his daughter chooses but can totally see it once he actually gets to know her.

is constantly giving his daughter cute date ideas for her to do w her gf. definitely has a pintrest board of places for them.

will happily be a chauffeur for his daughter if necessary. this can be good and bad. good bc yayay free rides. bad because she has to deal with a jimin that wants to be on time or a jimin that makes them ten minutes late to a movie showing. there is no in between.

he doesn’t follow his daughter around. mainly because he’s always driving them but if he doesn’t, she still gives him a heads up on where they’re going.

doesn’t mind them hanging sleepovers or leaving the door closed but will totally pop up at random times to be nosey.

is definitely in his daughters corner anytime someone tries to give her and her gf a hard time for being together.

a 100% the dad that’s constantly involved in his child’s love life but not to an extreme point. is totally just excited to be there and apart of her world.

➝︎ taehyung

the motherfucker is all smug and shit talking about some “ i know ” 😏 when his daughter approaches him about her new partner.

lets be real; taehyung would know his daughter like the back of his hands. he would have suspicions that she’s seeing somebody but won’t pressure her to speak until she’s ready.

acts like the fbi when he finally meets their daughter’s partner.

is stalking all social media, finding where they work, who they guardians are, and where they grandma stay 💀🤣

but it’s really because he knows how dangerous people are and the last thing he wants is for his kids’ life to be in danger.

is definitely a hard ass to whoever his daughter ends up dating regardless of gender. will go major payne on a motherfucker real quick.

does not care if he gets caught watching out for his daughter while she’s on a date. will deadass sit there and stare them down as they look at him, completely unbothered.

after meeting their partner a few times, he’ll become a bit more loose in regards to their relationship but will still eye them wearily.

his daughter is very important to him and he’s just worried about any potential heartbreak she may experience.

“have you ever killed?”

“uh, no sir. i-i’m only fifteen...sir.”

kisses teeth, “would you kill for my daughter?”

*beat of silence, two horrified teenagers*

scoffs, “pathetic. d/n choose a new partner.”

“dad!”

seems like a hard ass and is a hard ass but it’s completely out of love.

is 100% the dad that gives their daughter’s partner a hard time and will hold such a passive face that they’ll never know if he likes them or not, but overtime will start loosening up and accept them for who they are.

➝︎ jungkook

he was thoroughly surprised.

like...she might as well had told him she was pregnant.

jk needed a moment to comprehend that his daughter...his precious jewel was dating.

just the thought sent chills down his spine with his dramatic ass.

immediately demanded to meet the person who stole his daughter from him. and when he found out it was the bad kid from school??!!! mans was heated.

i mean really? the juvenile delinquent of ALL people?

he feels this way mainly because he remembers how he was as a kid and he knows how anal teenagers can be. really just wants the best for his kid.

is present for their first date. why is that? because it was at their house with him sitting on the opposite couch, watching them like a hawk as they attempted to watch a movie.

after that, his daughter had a serious talk with him about personal space and independence.

jungkook didn’t like the fact that he had to have this talk, but he understands it’s importance. him and his daughter have a sacred bond with one another that he doesn’t wanna risk breaking all because of his overprotectiveness.

that overprotectiveness does come in handy though because their daughters’ partner is always on time when it comes to getting her and dropping her off. honestly, if his daughter ever tried to convince their partner to skip curfew, their partner would text jungkook to snitch 💀

“so...you tried to skip curfew, eh?”

“wha-? how do you know this?!”

smirks, “i see all d/n. besides, your partner knows not to cross that line with me.”

“i literally cannot stand either of you.”

this has definitely led the daughter to question if she has a relationship or if her dad has a relationship with her s/o.

after about three months of them dating, jungkook turns into a pretty chill dad to be real. at that point, he understands that he can’t protect her from pain. so, he might as well just try his best to support his daughter through everything she does.

is 100% that is overly dramatic at first and comes off as incredibly scary but eventually comes down to earth and becomes a big teddy bear 🥰

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nicknellie · 3 years

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Anonymous requested: Alex meets Willie at a coffee shop and they’ve been talking for a few weeks but Alex is afraid to admit anything of liking Willie. But his friends push him to and he finds out that Willie likes him back and they go on a date.

I combined this with a prompt from this amazing list because I thought it was funny. I didn’t include the actual date because I know nothing about skating but if enough people want it then I’d be more than happy to do a part two of this!

I also added Julie, Carrie, and Alex being best friends because we deserve it.

Batman and the Barista

Aside from his co-workers, there was not one single thing about working at Eats ‘n’ Beats that made Alex Mercer’s job there bearable. If the coffee machine wasn’t straight-up not working, it was spurting scalding water at him; the customers were generally speaking entitled and rude; his boss was so laid-back and carefree that it was painful and no problems in the workplace ever got solved; and the hours were ridiculous – for example, some days Alex worked from four a.m. until nine a.m. Who in their right mind wants coffee at four o’clock in the morning?

The only other thing – or rather, the only other person – that might have stood any chance of making Alex’s job worthwhile also made it worse. They would have been perfect if only for the fact that they wouldn’t tell Alex their goddamn name.

He was a regular at Eats ‘n’ Beats and seemed to come into the shop at least once on every one of Alex’s shifts. He was, in Alex’s eyes, utterly perfect – beautiful tawny skin, long dark hair sometimes twined into a bun at the base of his neck, and the most adorable smile Alex could imagine. It was downright unfair how attractive he was, and how funny, kind, and smart he was too.

If only he would tell Alex who he was.

Every single time he came in the shop, the guy ordered the same drink (hot chocolate with cream, marshmallows, sprinkles, the works) and every time Alex would ask for his name. Every single time he had received a different answer.

The first few times he had hardly noticed. The second time the guy came in the coffee shop he had told Alex his name was Horatio – Alex could have sworn his name had been Patrick the week before, but it was possible that he was misremembering, so he hadn’t thought anything of it. But the next time the guy came in his name had been Edmund. After that it had been Marcus, then Jason, then Rudy, Stewart, Bob, Milo. The names had got increasingly weirder; just yesterday Alex had scrawled Megamind on the guy’s to-go cup. Before that it had been Sherlock.

As lovely as the guy was, Alex often found himself complaining to his friends about him and his lack of naming consistency, usually on his too-short breaks.

“He just seems like a really cool guy,” he was saying to his co-workers Carrie and Julie one day as they all sat around a small, cramped table in the staff room. “I’d really like to get to know him but he seems intent on me not knowing him at all!”

Alex could practically hear Carrie rolling her eyes. “We know you’d like to get to know him,” she muttered, “it’s all you ever talk about.”

“That’s not true,” Alex protested. “I talk about other things!”

“Like what?” Carrie asked, raising a perfectly trimmed eyebrow.

“Like the band,” Alex returned.

Julie shook her head. “Only if I bring it up first. And your contribution is usually something along the lines of ‘I wish coffee shop guy would come to one of our gigs, how cool would that be?’”

“That’s not– I– okay.” Alex sighed, then said under his breath, “Although it would be kinda cool if he did come to one of our shows.”

Carrie sighed dramatically. “You are so far gone it’s painful to listen to.”

“Just ask him out,” Julie said, smiling fondly. “I see the way he grins at you when he gives you a ridiculous fake name – his smile is so wide it practically falls off his face!”

“I don’t want to ask him out,” Alex lied. It wasn’t as if a lie like that could work on Julie and Carrie anyway; they both rolled their eyes and crossed their arms, eerily in sync with each other. “I don’t! I just want to get to know him.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?” Julie said.

“No. I wanted to get to know you guys without wanting to date you.”

“That’s because you’re gay,” Carrie said matter-of-factly, “and Julie and I are, correct me if I’m wrong, girls.”

“That’s fair,” Alex conceded. “But I don’t want to ask him out.”

Julie patted his hand. “Sure, Alex.”

A few minutes later, their break ended and the three friends made their way back out front to the shop. It was bustling and busy, and the co-worker Alex took over from on the register looked one customer away from breaking down into a mess of tears.

Alex, Julie, and Carrie (each manning their stations either on the cash register, at the coffee machine, or calling orders) started working, getting drinks and snacks for everyone. In the first five minutes, only one person yelled at Alex for accidentally spelling their name wrong on the cup, which passed as a good five minutes in his book.

Alex wouldn’t deny that he was watching the door, waiting for someone specific to come in. So maybe he was a little distracted, and maybe he did mess up a few orders or names, and maybe he could feel Julie and Carrie fondly glaring at him for being a little bit elsewhere, but it wasn’t really his fault. It was entirely Cute No-Name’s fault and if asked that was exactly who Alex would blame.

Eventually, with only ten minutes to go until closing time when the customers had dwindled down to just one or two every few minutes, the door swung open and the guy finally came in. There was something a little different today, and Alex’s throat went dry when he saw it – Cute No-Name had a skateboard tucked under his arm and removed his helmet as he entered the shop.

There was no queue at this hour, so he sauntered right up to Alex, a wide smile on his face.

“Hey, hotdog,” the guy said. It was a name he’d started using for Alex after seeing that one of the many things he had embroidered on his work apron was a hotdog (right between the rainbow flag and the drumsticks). Alex didn’t like the nickname, but No-Name couldn’t be stopped.

“Hey,” Alex replied, clearing his throat. “Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good,” No-Name replied. “You?”

“Yeah, yeah, great,” Alex said. He was aiming for a casual tone, but judging by Carrie and Julie’s poorly masked snickers he was not doing a very good job. “You want the usual?”

“Yeah, thanks, man,” the guy said. “To-go, please.”

Alex nodded, punching the price into the cash register and giving the guy his total. After he had been paid, Alex picked up a to-go cup and a permanent marker, turning to No-Name again. “So, what’s your name today?”

No-Name considered for a moment, then grinned. Maybe Julie was right, Alex thought – nobody could find this whole thing so funny that they’d smile that wide.

“I’m Batman,” the guy said. The worst part was that he did the voice too.

Alex groaned and shook his head, fighting a smile as he scrawled ‘Batman’ on the cup. “Of course you are. Carrie,” he called over his shoulder, holding the cup out. “This guy’s usual, please.”

Carrie didn’t take the cup. Instead, giggling along with Julie, she said, “Sorry, but who is ‘this guy’?”

“Carrie,” Alex said warningly.

“Who is he, Alex?” Julie asked, face bright with laughter.

“Not you too,” Alex said. Carrie, Julie, and No-Name were all properly laughing now. “I seriously can’t be the only one who doesn’t find this funny.”

“What’s his name, Alex?” Carrie asked between laughs.

Alex scowled at her. “Batman.”

Finally, Carrie took the cup and started making ‘Batman’s’ drink. Alex, shaking his head exasperatedly, turned back to face No-Name.

“Can I ask what your actual name is?” he said while Julie and Carrie were distracted by throwing marshmallows at each other, clearly not listening. “Genuinely. Because you always give a fake or different name and I… I mean, I just want to know who you really are.”

No-Name’s beam faded to a smaller, more delicate, warmer smile. “Sure, hotdog. It’s Willie.”

It was really that easy? All he’d had to do this whole time was ask?

“Really? No joking around this time?” The guy nodded. Alex thought for a moment and then said, “Willie what?”

Willie shrugged and leaned on the counter. He wasn’t that close, but Alex felt as if they were practically nose-to-nose. He wouldn’t have admitted how much that made his heart race.

“It depends,” Willie said. “What’s yours?”

Alex furrowed his brow, confused, but still said, “It’s Mercer.”

The mischievous grin was back. Willie straightened up and said, “Well, in that case, hopefully one day it’ll be Willie Mercer.”

Alex felt his jaw drop, heard Julie gasp, and heard Carrie not-so-quietly utter a swear.

Willie was the only one who seemed unaffected. He beamed over at Carrie, saying, “Is my drink nearly ready? I’ve got a skatepark to get to.”

With shaking hands, Carrie passed Willie his drink, and after they’d all said their goodbyes she slapped Alex’s arm. Repeatedly. Hard.

“He likes you,” she hissed. She almost sounded angry, but Alex knew that she was simply passionate about something potentially going right in his love life for once. “He totally likes you!”

“You think so?” Alex asked sceptically. “Because he could have just been joking–”

Julie scoffed. “That guy’s idea of a joke is giving a fake name at a coffee shop, not the implication of marriage.”

Alex couldn’t help it. He let himself smile and felt himself blush.

“So,” Julie continued, “will you ask him out now?”

Alex looked at the floor, still smiling sheepishly. “I’ll think about it,” he mumbled through his smile.

In the end, it didn’t really take much thinking about. Willie came in again the next day, even though it was one of Alex’s four-til-nine shifts. At six a.m. on the dot, Willie pushed the door open, the only customer in the shop.

“Hey, hotdog,” he greeted as usual, coming over and leaning against the counter.

“Hey, Willie,” Alex returned, smiling. He couldn’t believe he had a real name to use for this guy now; it made his heart beat in a way that was far too over the top for the situation. Without asking what Willie wanted or for a name to put on his cup, he set about making the drink. “You went skating yesterday, right? How was it?”

Willie grinned, fiddling with a ribbon on a charity collection tub. “It was fun. I mastered a trick I’ve been trying to learn for months. Have you ever skated?”

“Yep,” Alex said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Loads of times.”

Willie laughed. Alex adored the sound, and the way Willie’s eyes crinkled with his smile as he giggled. He felt his heart beat even faster. “So that’s a no. Maybe I could teach you sometime.”

“I’m not sure you really want to do that,” Alex said, handing over the drink, the name ‘Willie’ written on the side of the cup. “I don’t think I’m exactly badass skater material.”

“Still,” Willie said with a shrug. “It’d be fun. And we could make it a date. If you want.”

Yet again, Alex felt his jaw drop. “Wait, really? You want to… okay. You want to go on a date with me?”

Willie said nothing, just smiled brightly.

“I… I mean, yeah,” Alex continued, feeling very flustered, overwhelmed by the butterflies in his stomach. They were happy butterflies though – unnaturally happy. “Yeah, I also want to go on a date. With you. Thank you. People probably don’t say ‘thank you’ when they’re asked on a date, do they? That was probably weird, I’m sorry–”

Willie laughed and Alex stopped talking. He wouldn’t have been surprised if the whole world stopped, if the Earth ceased its spinning every time Willie made that sound.

“It’s a date,” Willie said, grinning. “Are you free today?”

Alex choked to find his voice and said, “Yeah, I finish at nine.”

“Cool, bro, I’ll be here to pick you up then. Sound good?”

“Sounds great,” he returned. Once again, he wasn’t quite sure he hit his target of ‘coolly disinterested’ and instead landed at ‘so disinterested that it was obvious that he was interested’. “I’ll see you then.”

“Catch you later, hotdog,” Willie said, saluting as he left the coffee shop, the bell on the door ringing behind him.

Alex couldn’t help but do an excited little jump and something that might have passed for a happy dance, but there was nobody there to see him so it didn’t matter. He couldn’t wait to tell Julie and Carrie about this.

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