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missbunnybunny · 1 year

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Hide & seek

141 + könig x gen z member

A/N: Readers goes by the code name Widow in my writing. Along with she/her pronounces. I am biased with König and Ghost but for this story, König and her are the main pair. The reader is Latina, I'll use Spanish more in the next story. I know 0% about the military, I'll do my research and try my best. Am not good at writing at all just saying.

Minors do not interact!

CWs: Dark Humor, Age gaps, simping, crude Humor, cursing, might forget some but if I do lmk. I can't spell right for the life of me, my bad. This is a long read sorry.

" This is going to be fun" ghost turns to his side where the giggling voice said. Looking at the shorter girl to his right. " what did ya do?" He asked in a serious matter-of-fact tone.

"Huh I didn't do anything..yet," you said pouting, the last part coming out as a whisper. Hoping he wouldn't hear, but he heard you.

Ghost frowned and said in a more worried full tone " Widow, you didn' burn some shit up again'. Right?"

You looked up and gasped offended by his comment. You almost burn down the entire kitchen ONCE!, while trying to cook. One time was enough to get you banned from touching the stove, and you now need a babysitter to make sure you don't do somethin' stupid😒.

Soap walked up behind you and said " His right, you know lass." Scaring the living shit out of you. Turning around whit a pale face and slightly shaking. You hit soap on his arm saying " don' ever do that to ME."

Soap laughed loudly amused at your terrified look. Ghost sighed and shook his head, telling soap to stop scaring you half to death.

Captain price's voice came booming into the room. He walked along with Gaz, Gaz waved to you and you did the same.

"all right now that everyone is here, I have two announcements. First, we have a new team member. He will be arriving in 10. And lastly, it was widows turn to choose a training exercise."

Widow smiled widely, ghost stared a hole at her head, as he looked down at her. Soap looked pale and as for gaz, he was trying to hold his laugh.

Ghost finally spoke, breaking the long dead silent " Kid..What.did.You.do?" His deep timber voice said in a commanding tone.

Slowly backing away from the tall masked man and talking slowly" I might have asked...to play hide and seek. An' captain agreed😅" as you said the last part as you ran to hide behind Gaz.

Soap was trying to hold ghost back from giving you a verbal beatdown. " big bro, hide me" you told gaz giggling. Everyone on squad 141 was your family, and gaz and soap always hit you like the big brother type.

Ghost broke free and soap put his hands up when you looked at him. " sorry, did all I could" he stated while smiling. Running away from the tall man you yelled at soap " YOU LYING BASTARD, YOU LET GO." Ghost closed in on you as you stared at the older men, looking side by side for an escape.

To everyone, this was a normal occurrence. The scene was like a parent scolding their child for their Wrongdoings. Funny but for the receiving party it was like looking into deaths door. I mean you had the ghost, death was the next right option.

Before ghost could scold Widow a *HUMVEE pulled up. The only thing on everyone's mind was ' Widow got lucky this time'.

Squad 141 all stood in a line waiting for the new addition to the team. Altho it just looked like gaz, soap, and Ghost were the only ones in the line. Widow looked so small compared to all of them that they practically hide her by accident.

Price looked straight ahead as a very tall figure came out of the HUMVEE (High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle.). He had to duck down as to not hit his head, once he was fully out it was like looking at a big, but like a Big bear.

Price extended his hand to shake them with the tall man, after some small talk price turned around to face the group. " Alright everyone, this is könig. He will be with us from now on." The captain said.

Everyone started to introduce themselves " your' pretty tall ain't ya. Am soap, let's get along" soap stated. " nice to meet you." Gaz said shaking könig's hand.

König walked to the next person in line which should have been Widow, but he couldn't see her and so he walked to ghost.

Price notice it and walked a little closer, after a little while he finally realized what happened. " Gaz, Ghost please step aside your hiding Widow," he said shaking his head while taking a cigar out.

Ghost and Gaz looked to their side and realized that they in fact hide the small woman from view. " sorry Widow." Gaz said "sorry, kid," ghost said. As they finally move aside. " hello, am Widow. It's nice to meet you könig." Widow said almost shyly.

Widow extended her hand and Shook his hand. König and Widow had off the bat one thing in common nervousness and social anxiety around new people.

But after some small talk, widow would warm up to you, after getting to know you of course. Lastly, it was ghost's turn. Ghost shook his hand and said, " welcome to the unit".

After some time price spoke up " alright everyone get in the HUMVEE, will be going to the training site." Berugently everyone got into the viechle, price explained to könig what was going on. To which the tall man asked " hide &seek?" he asked confusedly. Hearing his voice for the first time gave you chills, not scared chills but a thrilled chill that just set a fire in you.

Gaz said it was widows idea and to be prepared for hell. " When it comes to this Exercise, widow doesn't hold back" price stated. After a comfortable silence, they finally made it to the training site.

" Widow can you explain how we play hide and seek" price said still smoking his cigar. "Okey. The way we play hide and seek is like a manhunt. Everyone has 10 mins to get a paintball gun and find a spot. After the 10 mins are up, I will get into possession. You have an hour and a half to find me before I snipe you all down. The last still standing or the first to kill me wins."

You said happily this is in fact your favorite training exercise. Ghost hates it because it hurts like a motherfucker, soap doesn't like it cuz it's hard to get the paint off. And as for gaz he quite enjoys the exercise. Except when he gets hit on the back of the head.

" alright get your weapons boys, " captain price said. He asked könig if he wanted to participate to which the man nodded, in response.

After everyone was set in their positions, captain price said that they had an extra 5 minutes. Widow was still looking for just the right gun, and she found it. A 468 PTR BLACK KING BOLT ACTION DMR SNIPER PAINTBALL GUN.

After the 5 minutes, Widow was ready for the hunt. " you ready kid." Asked price. You gave him a smile with a thumbs up 👍🏼. " yeah, it's demon time finna hut some bitches".

Being small had its ups and downs, but in this situation, it was your biggest advantage. So many hiding places, after surveying your surroundings you found the best place to hide.

A big tree had fallen and since it was surrounded by bushes the roots were well-covered. After making sure that no one was there you gave the word. The hunt was on and the boys now had an hour and a half to hunt you down.

After what felt like forever ( ten minutes or so 🙄) you spotted your right prey. Soap was surveying the area with his gun and reporting back. He was doing a good job, every sound had him looking around and making sure that it wasn't you.

Staying still as humanly possible you Held your breath, the closer he got the more your trigger finger inched. The need to pull the trigger was strong, like an addiction. You needed to wait for the right moment, 20 feet, 15 feet, 10 feet, 5 feet. Perfect -BANG- the sound of hitting your target dead center in the chest.

It was heavenly, Almost euphoric. Hearing cuz in his native language was all the better. " Sleekit, Bastart." ( sneaky bastard) the Scots man said. Then he yelled hit.

Now that your spot was given out you had to move, slowly walking deeper into the forest where the vines grow long and in numbers.

After stopping and crouching at the smallest sounds in fear of getting killed you come to a stop. Right in front of you was quite a beautiful site, a willow tree with low-hanging branches.

Perfect for climbing and most of all hiding, an Eagles eye view. After making sure the boys hadn't been there or around it you climb the tree.

From your communication earpiece, price spoke " first kill soap, 3 remain." Looking Throw your scope, checking to see your, next victim. You spotted Gaz and Ghost doing a swipe, könig nowhere to be seen.

Gaz was the clearest target after he moved from his hiding place from behind a tree. " just a lil closer, come on" you said under your breath. Gaz moved slightly to the right and at that moment you pulled the trigger.

"Well look who's getting sniped at the back of the head." You chuckled, watching as the said man got hit. You wanted to stand up and scream " I like your cut g" so badly but couldn't.

"Damn it" Gaz said angrily throwing his hands up and yelling hit. As you went to find the masked skull man, you found that he was living up to his name. Man's become a real ghost and ghosted you as fast as you pulled the trigger.

Now könig and Ghost were the last men standing. After what felt like forever searching for the tall guys you heard a Crunch from under you. You Stiffened, Your heart was beating fast and loud in your chest and ears. Ghost was under you looking around trying to find you.

You always wondered how such a tall man could move so fast without making the slightest noises. You felt like you were being hunted by a vicious beast, hoping he wouldn't look up you slowly pulled out your gun. Stopping every time he moved, you aligned your gun at him, put your finger on the trigger.

Just as you were about to pull the trigger he looked up, dead eyes looking straight at you. Your heart stopped and you thought that for a second you soul left your body.

He moved to bring his gun up at you, that snaped you out of your dice. Pulling the trigger and hitting him on the shoulder, your breathing was heavy. You felt so out of breath that you might get dizzy.

Ghost stared at you for a moment. Looking at the terrified look you had, he shoke his head and called out hit. " sorry for Scaring ya doll" he said to you.

Captain price called out again " 20 minutes left, last man standing is könig." He said.

You were still thinking that if this was a real battle Ghost would have slattered you without a second thought. You where so in your thoughts that you didn't notice könig under you.

You where sitting with your back the tree. Looking straigh ahead, only snaping out of it when you felt something on your leg.

Wide-eyed you looked straight into königs hooded eyes, before you could even grab your snipe. You were heading straight to the ground, landing back first. That shit hurt like a bitch.

König stood over you pulling his gun out, quickly getting on your feet. Slightly whining from the pain in your right foot.

You ran with your hand gun in hand, looking for a place to hide. But sadly the hope was short lived.

You looked behind you to see königs arm streched out a second later you where caught and on the ground.

The mountain of man Sat on top of you, Pining your arms above your head with his big hand. You tried to wiggle out but the more you struggle the tighter his while became.

He pulled his gun out and shot you in the stomach. You whined, the sound almost coming off erotic. Getting shot by a paintball close-range hurt like a motherfuckering bitch.

König let go of your hands and got off of you. With teary eyes and shaking hand, you pressed your earpiece " Am hit" you Stated.

Everyone back at the entrance was expecting you to loudly yell " I win ya old bitches. Kiss my ass " like you usually would. But instead, you called to admit your defeat.

You sounded out of breath and in pain. They waited for you and könig to come out.

König extended his hand out to you, you took it with a shaky smile. You stood up and König let go of your hand. The warmth of his hand on yours was immediately missed. König turned around to walk off, you took a step forward and began to fall. König turned around just in time to stop your face and the ground from having a meeting.

" Are you okay, Maus" (mouse) he asked. His voice was low and worried, it sounded like honey. You were starting to get addicted to his voice, only after meeting him hours ago.

You shook your head negatively, " I think I Sprain my ankle" you told him. "sorry" könig said. You told him that it was okay and that you had fun. You really did.

He said sorry again and He picked you up, carried you bridle-style. Your face was 50 shades of red, you felt like you could explode at any moment.

As he carried you, you sank deeper into his arms feeling his warm embrace comforting. Tho it was making you sleepy. As you came to the entrance ghost was the first to speak. "Widow, you okay?" Ghost asked looking at you in the tall man's arms.

You smiled and told him " yup, am Gucci. Just fucked up my ankle while running." You told the older man, while he stared daggers into poor könig. To which König nodded his head in agreement.

Ghost looked at you again and asked " ya sleepy?". Almost Immediately you responded with a yes. Everyone chuckled it was so like you to get sleepy when you finished a mission or any work. " yup totally Widow" was going around everyone's mind.

It was lights out immediately, "am gonna take a lil nap, night every...one " and just like that you fell asleep in königs arms.

Ghost looked at könig and told him "sorry mate, ya gonna have to carry her until we get to the base. She would kill ya if ya wake her up. In her word, she turns into an angry Grimling." Ghost walked off to the HUMVEE.

Soap patted the tall Man's back giving him a thumbs up " good luck" and off he was. Gaz only shook his head and told könig "come on, I'll get the door for ya".

König sat in the HUMVEE with an asleep Widow in his arms, she was holding him like a koala. As König looked down at her, he thought to himself " This isn't so bad." The tall man smiled under his hood, it was like heaven having her in his arms. And 141 was a nice addition to the whole deal.

"Sweet dreams, my little maus" könig whispered to the sleeping woman. Squad 141 was about to get interesting. A hyper Widow and the silent man könig, wonder how it all will turn out.

Ight am going back to hibernating until I wake up again. Peace out everyone 🫥✌🏽

#könig cod #könig x reader #cod x reader #gen z shit #ghost call of duty #soap mctavish #gaz cod #cod price #long post #Widow🕷

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mytheoristavenue · 2 years

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The fic I requested came out so great! I literally loved it and your writing has me wanting to draw it and a pt 2 if your comfortable with it ;-;

(also I have like more requests in mind but I rlly dont wanna bombard you with prompt after prompt but this is my way of saying I just wanna let you know you gained a new fan and rlly deadass inspired ideas to me, sorry about all the gushing)<33

Sure! I typically don't do multiple parts, but I feel like this could work with one!

TMNT 2012 Donatello x Reader x Leo - Unfair Pt 2

Warnings: Fluff, angst, aggression, jealousy

Summary: After becoming closer, you and Leo begin to officially date and that doesn't sit well with Donnie.

You smiled, looking down at your phone, specifically at the string of heart eyed emojis Leo had just sent you in response to a selfie you'd sent him. Things had been going really well with him. The pair of you had officially begun dating a few weeks ago, and you were incredibly happy. Leo, however, was not quite on the same page. No doubt, he was infatuated with you, as he'd always been, but ever since that night at the park, the bond between him and his brother hadn't been the same. Donnie no longer held respect for him as a leader, and had developed a habit of shooting glares and snarky comments Leo's way. Needless to say, it was an issue.

Leo set his phone down on the sofa after sending you a text in response to a picture you sent him, which he saved, before walking into the kitchen.

"Texting (Y/N) again?" Don's voice snarled form the entrance to the lab, as he'd been exiting.

"I don't see how it's you business, but yes, I was texting my girlfriend." The older brother rolled his eyes, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. Donnie scoffed, picking up the T-phone, glancing at the notification screen, which had your contact name displayed, as you'd replied to Leo's last message.

"Pookie? Really? What are you, five?"

"Do you not call April pet names?" the blue clad turtle asked smugly, parrying his drink and a plate of chips to the couch. "Oh, wait, she dumped your ass, as she should."

Donatello could feel his blood boil as his brother chuckled, switching through TV channels. "Yeah, thanks for that, by the way."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Leo asked, cocking a brow, and turning around to see his younger brother behind him.

"It's your fault she dumped me. You had to go and make a scene with (Y/N), knowing I liked her."

The team leader was baffled at how entitled Donnie was acting. "Do you hear yourself? You can't have both, Don. (Y/N) pined over you for way too long and you just used her as a stepping stool to get to April. You can't be mad when you finally get what you want and your little monkey wrench goes off with someone that can make her happy."

"Monkey wench?!" Don spat, balling his fists. "You took advantage of her emotional state! How can you say you care for her when you waited 'til she was at here lowest to swoop in and ask her out!"

Leo shook his head, deeply hurt by his brothers words. "You put her in that emotional state, bro. I like to think she's pretty happy with me, but if I found out she wasn't, I'd let her go. She's not my property." he sighed, standing up off the couch, taking his now empty plate to the sink. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going out."

"To where?!" Donnie shouted behind him as he left. "To see (Y/N)."

Shortly after Leo departed, you wandered into the lair. You halted, seeing the most intelligent turtle before he could spot you. You tried to turn away and leave, thinking you could just wait for Leo outside the station, but you were too late. "(Y/N)?"

You spun back around on your heels. "Hey, dude, is Leo around?" you asked, straight to the point. You watched his expression contort into hurt as he sighed.

"You just missed him, you can probably catch him if you hurry." he said sadly.

"Thanks, see ya!" you chirped, pivoting back toward the entrance to catch up to your boyfriend.

"(Y/N)?" he called again, prompting you to slump your shoulders, wanting to be away form him as soon as possible. "Can we talk for a sec, I promise I won't keep you too long?" You sighed heavily, now visibly uncomfortable as you approached him, silently waiting for him to continue. "Are you really happy with Leo? Like really, really happy?"

"I am, Don." you answered truthfully. "He's really caring, I think I love him, actually." you gushed accidentally.

"O-Oh." he stuttered, dropping his head, afraid to look at you. "April and I broke up, did you know that?"

"I did." you replied flatly. "She's be best friend, she told me everything.

"Oh," he said again, as if he were a child getting lectured for sneaking a cookie from the jar. "Are you mad at me?"

"I am." you responded, with little pity, hand on your hip. "I think you're really selfish, Donnie. You played with both of us, and now you can't come to terms with the fact I've moved on. I loved you for a really long time, but I can't let slide how you treated me."

"I-I...I'm sorry, (Y/N). I really am, I've been a total jerk." Don admitted quietly, shame written all over his face.

"I need you to understand that you won't get another chance with me, and most likely not with April, either." you lectured sternly.

"I understand. I didn't before, but I do now."

"Good." you nodded, shifting your weight to your opposite hip as you looked up at him. "I can forgive you, as long as you promise to uphold the boundaries I've set."

"I will. All I want is for you to be in my life." he sighed, smiling sadly. "Even if that means letting you go romantically."

"That's really mature of you, Don. Thank you." you smiled, relieving him of a portion of the guilt he carried.

"And you're sure he makes you happy?" he asked once more, as you turned to leave to find Leo.

"Positive." you replied, making it back to the steps of the station, glancing over your shoulder.

"Well..." he smiled sadly, watching you leave. "Then that's all that matters."

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt 2012 donatello #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt 2012 leo #leo x reader x donnie

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chickycherrycola · 4 months

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(no place like) home for the holidays

Its Christmas Eve! Which means its FINALLY TIME for me to unveil the very special project I've been working on! I got a Christmas-y, holiday-themed idea in my head several weeks ago that started out as a few loosely connected scenes, and eventually spiraled into a whole-ass novel 😅 and today I am so pleased to present my most recent labor of love to the Soul Eater fandom: (no place like) home for the holidays. Its centered around Soul and Maka visiting Soul's family for the holidays, and its fluffy, its sappy, its pine-scented, and its so so mushy. I really hope that if you read it, that you enjoy 💝🎄

As always, I gotta give a special shout-out to @moriohpissky for all of her assistance bringing this fic to life. Thank you Leah for the beta read, the idea bouncing, and the assistance with the lovely moodboard! 💕

I'll be posting a chapter a day until the end of the year, starting with Chapter 1 today!

Rating: T

Summary: After a bit of convincing from his overzealous but well-meaning older brother, Soul returns to his hometown in upstate New York for Christmas with his meister in tow. It's been more than ten years since he's been home, and along the way, he'll have to contend with more than just a long-buried past - travel delays, shitty motel rooms with less-than-ideal sleeping arrangements, Wes's horrible ugly sweaters, and, perhaps most daunting of all... his feelings for Maka.

Preview of Chapter 1 under the cut, or read the whole chapter on Ao3!

Ch 1: All I Want For Christmas Is You

His phone rings just as he’s realizing he might be the slightest bit inebriated.

Incoming Call…

Wes

The only reason Soul picks up the phone is because he's on his fourth cup of eggnog - or is it his fifth? Truthfully, he's lost count at this point - and he'd woefully underestimated the potency of one sixteen-ounce pour of eggnog, let alone four or five of them.

(A rookie mistake, honestly, given that this year's Christmas party libations had been supplied by Black Star.)

Before he can think twice about it, he's swiping the green answer button and pressing his phone to the side of his face.

"'Sup?"

It's perhaps a bit too casual a greeting, considering he hasn't spoken to his brother in… months, now.

"Well, color me surprised," Wes chirps through the speaker, and Soul can't help how he cringes in response. "Is that you, little bro, or do my ears deceive me? I suppose I’ve simply forgotten what your voice sounds like, after all this time."

"…Should've sent you straight to voicemail."

"Oh, yes, voicemail, I love leaving those,” Wes hums thoughtfully. “Do you know, I’ve even taken to writing out my messages before I call you. Pity, I was quite excited about this one.”

Soul removes the phone from the side of his face and holds the top of it against his forehead as he draws in a long, slow breath, in part to dredge up his quickly dwindling patience, and in part in an effort to stop the room as it perilously spins around him.

Goddamn eggnog. Goddamn his brother.

When he holds the phone back up to his ear, he asks, as evenly as he can:

"What do you want, Wes?"

“I should think it's fairly obvious,” comes his brother’s reply. “I want to talk to you, Soul. If the fact that I continue to call you once per week despite your insistence on not answering doesn’t make that clear enough.”

"Alright," Soul leans backward against the kitchen counter and crosses one leg over the other. "So talk. Here I am."

Against all better judgment, he brings the red solo cup back to his lips and takes a hearty sip from the spiked eggnog sloshing around inside.

If he must converse with his older brother, maintaining his current level of intoxication will at least make it a tolerable experience.

“Jesus, Soul,” Wes laughs. “Don’t make it sound like talking to me is a death sentence, I just want to chat. What’s new, how’s life, how’s the… what is your title again? Death Knife?”

“Death Scythe.”

“Right! Silly me. How’s the Death Scythe thing going? No ulterior motives, I swear.”

Soul narrows his eyes in suspicion.

“I didn’t ask if you had any ulterior motives.”

Read the rest on Ao3!

#soul eater #soul eater fanfiction #soul x maka #soul eater evans #maka albarn #christmas fic #cherry writes #an evans family christmas

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jeonghoneyss · 4 months

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for the ask game: 10, 15, 20, 22, 24, and 30? <33

hii! i hope you're well, thanks for the ask! <33

10: What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

I was happiest, I think, when writing my junhao fic! It gave me no end of trouble when I was trying to tie all the loose ends together, but when I was just writing the Vibes I had the time of my life!

15: Rec a fic you wrote or posted in 2023

I am going to recommend my jeongbin gym bros fic. I will be honest, the majority of this was written back in 2021 - but I wrote the last half and finished it up this year, so it still counts haha.

20: Share your favourite ending line

I'm going to cheat and give you three lines, but my favourite ending is the ending of my junhao fic - I had a lot of trouble trying to think of a good way to finish the story, but in the end, I think this fits quite well.

‘Soonyoung brought back a relic,’ Minghao says, carefully. ‘We won’t have to go back for a while. We could — ’ He stops, for a moment, tips his head all the way back. ‘We could do something. Or go somewhere.’ ‘How about,’ Junhui suggests, ‘somewhere very far from the sea.’ And Minghao looks at him, and slips his fingers into Junhui’s, and laughs.

22: Share an excerpt from your favourite scene

So this is another excerpt from my junhao fic because I had it open and it was the only thing I could think of haha. In this scene, I like the way Minghao's Oddness is expanded on, a bit, and the way they both know what they saw, but are pretending they didn't because it's safer that way. I don't know. Mostly it's the vibes.

And it’s — really nice, actually, standing here in the kitchen with Minghao, getting dinner ready and talking about nothing much, and Junhui is finally feeling like Minghao might be softening towards him, just the slightest. And then Minghao’s knife slips. And it goes deep into his finger. And he pulls it out, and Junhui scrabbles for some bandages, but when he finally finds some, Minghao’s finger is fine. It’s not bleeding. Or — there’s no blood, but there’s water, a lot of it, and Minghao’s shoulders go up to his ears when he takes the bandages from Junhui and tries to sort his finger out himself. Junhui feels faint. ‘You’re bleeding,’ he informs Minghao. Informs his mind, his traitorous mouth. He knows what saltwater smells like. ‘You’re bleeding, there’s so much blood.’ And he takes Minghao’s finger and keeps his eyes studiously on the floor as he dips it into the basin and bandages it up. ‘There was so much blood,’ Junhui insists, once he’s done. He doesn’t want to think about it. He won’t. Minghao looks at him, once, quickly, searchingly. He’s pale. Junhui does his best to drain the seawater from his eyes. ‘Blood everywhere,’ Minghao mumbles. He turns away from Junhui. Lets Junhui nudge him out of the way and wash the herbs. ‘I saw it,’ Junhui tells the pans, and they finish cooking in silence.

24: What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

So this year, Versity and I wrote a fic together. I've never collabed on a story before, and I was pleasantly surprised by how well our writing styles meshed, and how fun (and funny) she was to write with, and how smoothly the whole process went! Our finished story was very much something I wouldn't have come up with by myself, so I suppose you could say it changed the story?

30: What's something that you want to write in 2024?

Allow me to tell you about an idea I had a few hours ago, after we talked about Descendants earlier haha. Jafar briefly turns into a genie at some point in the original movie, and I thought - what if Jay was a little bit genie, too? He wouldn't necessarily know, on the Isle, since the barrier blocks their magic and all. So in 2024 I'd like to write a fic exploring that, how Jay might discover his genie magic in Auradon, how it might work. Also - I don't know if you've read J M Barrie's Peter Pan, but good form/bad form is a huge thing to his Hook (his Hook went to Eton, if my memory serves me correctly), and I thought it'd be very interesting to see what that might mean for Harry Hook, especially given the general lawlessness of the Isle.

#asks #ask games #allthefoolishdreams #thanks for the ask!

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tastybluesprite · 1 year

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Lair fun

I just finished watching the 2014 and 2016 live action films!!! Although there were some faults I noticed, I really loved how they perfectly captured the turtle bros dynamic. I found myself enjoying their brotherly banters and silly arguments lol. I started writing this last night and just finished it this morning. If there’s any mistakes I apologize as I have not fully did an edit read through yet.

It wasn’t too often the turtles got a day off from hero work. They had just recently defeated Kraang and closed the portal that would’ve led to the end of the world if not for them. So you could say they were pretty wiped out from saving the day. Not to mention getting the key to the city.

April O’Neil found herself visiting them in the sewers a lot. She enjoyed hanging out with them when she or they weren’t busy. As of current, she was in the lair, on a random bean bag chair doing some work on her laptop for her new news reporting job.

“MIKEY YOU TOOK MY PIZZA SLICE!!!” Raph shouted angrily from the kitchen. Mikey giggled sheepishly, “Sorry… got hungry…” he said with a mischievous grin. “Ohh I’ll show YOU hungry!” Raph declared as he lunged for the orange clad. Mikey squealed and bursted into loud laughter as Raph began digging into his sides.

April grinned at the scene before her. “I didn’t know mutant turtles could be ticklish.” She said with a look of amusement.

“Oh you’d be surprised what mutant turtles could be.” Raph said casually as if he wasn’t currently murdering his younger brother.

“How about you?” She asked with a smirk, “Are you?”

Before Raph could even say anything Leo interjected. “Don’t let him fool you April. I’ve destroyed him in tickle fights religiously when we were kids. I highly doubt now would be any different.”

If Raph wasn’t so determined to inflict revenge on Mikey, he oughta have started an attack on Leo. “Oh yeah… sure… and you aren’t ticklish at all!” He said with sarcasm. Leo smirked “I didn’t say I wasn’t. Unlike you, I’m not afraid to admit it.”

“What about Donnie?” She asked. Leo grinned at the question, “he’d probably rather die than admit it, but he’s actually the most ticklish out of all of us. Which is saying a lot considering that Mikey can’t last more than 5 minutes in his worst spots.”

Just then Donatello walked in, having just been in his lab working on something. “Hey… what did I mi-” He was cut off by the sight of Mikey still being wrecked.

“RAHAHAPH OHOHOKAHAY I GEHEHET IHIT IHIM SOHOHREHEHY!!!” Mikey screamed, finally tapping out.

Raph smirked in triumph as he finally got off the now tired out turtle.

Donnie looked like he wanted to leave the room, but then April had a funny idea.

“GET HIM!” She shouted to Raph, pointing at Donnie. Raph and Donnie made eye contact for only a few seconds, but in that few seconds a silent conversation occurred. Donnie’s eyes pleaded “no!” to Raph, while Raphs eyes mischievously told him “hell yeah…”

With a squeak of fear, Donnie bolted the room. Raph, of course, followed close behind. But Raphs stamina was a lot better than the less as athletic (and more intelligent) turtle. Raph was eventually able to reach out and grabbed him. He carried Donnie back to the main area of the lair, with Donnie kicking and waving his arms wildly as if it might help him escape. He pinned him firmly to the floor, leaving the purple bandana turtle to writhe and squirm under his weight (which, to be honest, was almost impossible).

“R-Raph we can talk about this…” Donnie begged desperately. “No can do Donnie. Aprils orders.” Raph informed him.

He started poking at his sides and Donnie exploded into giggles that April had never heard from him before.

“Rahahahph wahahait!!!” Donnie protested desperately, trying to shake off the fingers, but of course failing to do so. “Wow you’re hardly even touching him.” April said with a laugh. “Oh just wait and see what happens when I do.” Raph grinned. He started to wiggle into his armpits and Donnie couldn’t suppress his reactions anymore. “RAHAHAHPH NOHOHOHO!!” He tried pulling his arms down but Raphs grip was too strong.

“Is that his worst spot?” April asked, taking note of how strongly he was reacting. Leo smirked, “Not even close. Raph..?” Leo looked to Raph and Raph returned it with a grin, “yes sir.”

Before Donnie knew what was happening, Raph grabbed his foot and stood up so that his leg was elevated away from the rest of his body. He then began scribbling all three of his fingers rapidly over his entire foot.

Donnie exploded with some of the loudest laughter April ever heard from… well anyone if she was being honest.

Donnie just squirmed and writhed in desperation to get his foot out of his older brothers grip. The sensation was lighting up his whole foot’s nervous system. He couldn’t even think straight to try and escape as the sensations were overriding his entire brain. Soon his body pretty much gave up and he lay there limply and took it. “Wow he really is the most ticklish…” April said in awe as she watched him, limp on the floor and laughing uncontrollably.

When Raph saw he had given up he took pity on his younger brother, gave his foot one last poked, and let him go. Donnie scrambled away when he saw the hot head finally stopped, trying to catch his breath.

Donnie stayed in his lab for a long time after that.

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darksongofnyx · 2 years

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18+, minors do not interact!

Note: I’m really sorry this has taken me so long to post, I’ve been dealing with some health issues. I’m nervous since this chapter does include my first ever M/F smut scene, so I hope it’s not too cringey.

This was not beta read, so I apologize for any mistakes or typos!

Chapter Summary: Robert is sick of waiting

Word Count: 2131

Series Warnings: This is a DARK FIC and contains dark themes! Fem!reader, step sibling incest, you and Justin being innocent and naive, both reader and Justin are over 18, mentions of church (no denomination is named), pet names (reader: princess, justin: baby doll, robert: daddy), dry humping, hand jobs, cum eating/licking/swallowing, spitting in mouths, really bad bdsm dynamics, dub con, little to no aftercare, creampies, oral sex (m receiving), bisexual!Robert, bisexual!Justin, out of character writing (I know I’m not getting Robert & Justin right 😔), non con and dub con recording and taking photos, sex toys (mention), Robert is a shitty husband, unnamed wife, drugging of drinks, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (this is fiction, always use a condom irl!), some degradation (name calling: slut, whore), rough sex, first time sex, threesome, spitroasting

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Robert is uncomfortably hard and angry. He sits on his front porch, slowly nursing his third beer of the afternoon, and watching you across the street as you garden in your front yard. It’s not the activity that makes his blood boil, it’s the fact you seem to be completely oblivious to the fact that the boys that stop and talk to you aren’t there for gardening tips. Even from a distance he can tell their minds are far from giving a shit about how you care for your favorite lilies, he knows they’re far more interested in what’s beneath the short but hideous dress that he’s pretty sure your mother made.

He doesn’t understand how your parents can be so protective, to the point where you’re rarely without a chaperone, but yet here you are, outside all by yourself while some pencil dick frat bro flirts with his Princess. His grip tightens on the drink in his hand, crushing the can and spilling its contents onto his pants, as he watches the boy pull you in for a hug, his hands grabbing your ass while he holds you. Robert is about to run over there to beat the living shit out of the boy, when your mother runs out of the house, slipper in hand, chases him away and pulls you inside the house.

He adjusts himself, he can’t take this anymore. While it’s been easy enough for him to get his Baby Doll alone, he has yet to figure out a way to see you alone, each time he hints at you coming over to his house, your parents are quick to invite themselves over as well, so all he gets are the brief occasions where you’re outside alone and he certainly can’t do anything in front of the whole neighborhood. Although he does enjoy the thought of fucking you in front of everyone, that’ll show them, especially those frat bro douche bags and your fuck boy next door neighbor, Mr. Tucker, who you belong to.

🎀

It’s an offhand comment his wife makes during some stupid argument that gives Robert an idea on how to finally get some alone time with you. Using his wife’s complaint of wanting to be more social with the neighbors as an excuse, he invites your family over to his house for dinner as a way of saying thank you for all of Justin’s help.

While she’s in the kitchen finishing up whatever cooking she has left, Robert is in their bedroom, opening the drawer of her bedside table and pulls out the bottle of prescription sleeping pills. He knows she never takes them, so he shoves a few tablets into the front pockets of his dress pants, knowing damn well she’ll never notice them missing. Now he just has to wait for the right moment to slip them into your parents and his wife’s drinks. Waiting is easier said than done, especially when you walk into his house wearing a cute short little sundress that shows off your figure, it’s almost like your parents want you to look like the walking embodiment of temptation. As always, Justin is right there next to you, holding your hand and looking like a lost innocent puppy. God, Robert wishes he could just fuck the two of you right now, making his wife and your parents watch as he fucks you both stupid.

Dinner is long and tedious, Robert never knew people could be so dull. While he thought it was immediately clear that your parents would have nothing in common with his wife, that wasn’t the case as the three of them chatted all the way through the meal. It was glaringly clear that the three of them are the most boring people to ever exist, how he made it through the 20 minute conversation about

However, it was interesting to see how your parents reacted toward the way you and Justin behaved, they said nothing of the way you’d hold Justin’s hand or rub his back whenever he attempts to join in on their conversation, or how close Justin moved his chair to yours when everyone first sat down. It was clear on his wife’s face that the behavior was noticeable, but still no one said anything.

Robert made sure to keep the wine glasses full, adding in the crushed up sleeping pills into the glasses as dessert was being served. They were all pleasantly drunk, he had forgotten how handsy his wife could be when she drank and with Robert not paying any attention to her, she turned her attention to Justin. BeRobert had caught her more than once trying to cop a feel while your parents weren’t looking. He was grateful that this shit show was almost over when he noticed the pills starting to kick in, he watched as the three of them drowsily tried to keep the conversation going. Thankfully your parents, in their drunken and drugged state, decided it was finally time to go home when your father started to fall asleep in the middle of a conversation. He watched as your parents stumbled their way back home with you and Justin following behind, after everyone disappeared into the house, Robert worked quickly to get his wife into bed.

After taking a little blue pill to ensure he’ll be able to enjoy your body all night, Robert sat in his dark living room, waiting to make sure the pills and wine were doing their job, his wife had barely made it to their bed before passing out, he still gave it a few more minutes after he sees the lights in your house turn off before making his way over to your house. Staying in the shadows, he makes his way over to your bedroom window, the small amount of light allows Robert to see that you and Justin are fast asleep in your beds.

🎀

Robert quietly pops off the window screen before using an old screwdriver to pry open your bedroom window, the plush carpet silences his entry as he climbs through the window, he looks over to see that you’re both still asleep. He quietly makes his way over to your bed, briefly watching you sleep while imagining all the ways he wants to corrupt you as he slowly pulls the blankets off your body. He flips on the little lamp on your bedside table, he wants to make sure he gets a good look at you just in case he’s forced to wait for you again.

Pulling back your floral print duvet, Robert’s greeted by with the sight of your dusty pink cotton nightgown hiked up around your hips, his fingers tracing along the waistband of your panties before slowly taking them off of your sleeping form, he puts them to his face, inhaling your scent before tucking them into the pocket of his pants. He tosses your duvet on the floor before he pushes your nightgown up, exposing your breasts, sitting on the edge of your bed he starts fondling them, one of his strong hands groping one before he starts pinching your nipples while he sucks and bites on the other, the sweet little sleepy moans you make when he puts his mouth on you spurring him on. Robert looks down at your chest, satisfied and happy with all the marks he has left on your breasts.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he takes a few pictures of his work before he sets it on your bedside table, making sure he’s got a good angle of the action before pressing record. Robert quickly strips off his clothes before straddling your chest, he positions himself just so before spitting in his hand to wet his already hard cock. Resting his cock between your breasts, he uses his hands to push your breasts together as he starts thrusting. Fuck if he didn’t love how your tits felt around his dick. It’s not long before the sound of his moans and the feeling of the tip of his cock hitting against your chin wakes you up.

“Shhhh, Princess,” he pets your face, smearing a bit of his pre cum on your lips, “you don’t wanna wake your parents up, that would make daddy real angry with you and I don’t wanna have to punish you. Especially since daddy’s been having fun with these pretty tits of yours, you gonna be a good girl and let daddy have some more fun?”

Your eyes dart away, unable to look at him in the eyes as he continues thrusting his cock between your breasts, instead you simply nod in agreement.

“Good girl,” he says as he moves off of you, he sits between your legs. “Looks like someone liked having her tits fucked like a dirty slut,” he taunts, “my little princess is soaked,” he rubs a thick finger up and down your slit, coating his finger in your arousal.

He brings the finger to your lips with an unspoken command to open your mouth, he shoves the finger in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag before he tells you to start sucking on it. It’s with a dark smirk and chuckle that he takes his finger from your mouth before he rips your nightgown from your body, throwing the torn garment on the floor. Robert allows himself a moment to take in the visual of your sweet virginal body laying naked before him, he smiles knowing that he’s about to defile it.

“Daddy, I…I don’t think it’s gonna fit, it’s too big,” you’re sitting up on your elbows looking at Robert’s hard cock as he rubs it between your soaked folds, coating himself.

He didn’t think it was possible, but as he sees the real fear in your eyes and he swears he feels his dick getting even harder.

“Princess, you said you were gonna let daddy have some more fun, now don’t go ruining this by being a little bitch,” Robert says as he painfully grips your face.

You look away, looking towards Justin’s bed, Robert turns his head to see Justin wiping the sleep from his eyes before sitting up and putting on his glasses. While you’re distracted watching Justin, Robert thrusts his entire length into your wet heat, clamping a hand over your mouth before you have a chance to scream out in pain as his cock fills you.

“Ya gotta be quiet, sweetheart. Do you want your parents to see you getting fucked like a slut?” he leans down resting his forehead against yours as he continues to thrust into you, with tears running down your face you shake your head no, “that’s what I thought.”

Robert removes his hand from your mouth, focusing on how tight your pussy feels around him as he sets a brutal rhythm and the sound of your moans, both of pain and pleasure, and whimpers mixed with the sound of his skin slapping against yours fills the room

“Fuck, you feel so good squeezing daddy’s cock. Look how greedy your little pussy is,” he says, grabbing a handful of your hair, angling your head, forcing you to watch as he continues his assault on your body.

Even with you covering your mouth in an attempt to muffle your cries, it was clear to Robert he was gonna have to put something in your mouth to shut you up. He turns to see Justin watching as Robert fucks you, and judging by the tent in his pajama pants, his little baby doll was enjoying the show.

“Get over here,” he commands Justin, who quickly obeys. Justin nervously stands next to your bed, watching Robert continue to pound into you. “I want you to keep her mouth busy.”

Justin kneels down beside your bed, he can see how hard you’re trying to obey Robert as Justin gently pulls your hands away from your mouth. He turns your face towards him, wiping the tears from your cheeks before he starts kissing you, it’s just the chaste kisses you share before bed, a simple peck on the lips.

Annoyed, Robert pulls out and flips you onto your stomach before instructing you to get on your hands and knees, he orders Justin to strip before having him kneel at the head of the bed, his cock directly in your face.

“Show daddy what you’ve been learning, princess,” he says as he reaches over and pushes your head towards Justin’s groin, he watches as you gag on Justin’s cock. Soon Robert sets a rhythm

Suddenly, the bedroom door opens and your mother stands in the doorway. At first the three of you don’t immediately notice her, each of you too consumed by your fast approaching climaxes.

#justin capshaw x reader #justin lafferty x reader #mr. freezy x reader #robert pronge x reader #robert pronge x reader x justin capshaw #mr. freezy x reader x justin capshaw #justin capshaw x robert pronge #robert pronge x justin lafferty #non con #dub con #dark fic #inc*st #step sibling inc*st #step brother!justin capshaw #fem!reader

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kithtaehyung · 1 year

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Hi!! I really love 3tan9!!!!! I just want to say i totally envisioned seokjin as the bro initially. But then.. my mind kinda wondered to jackson wang in forfeit,(this was after i saw one of your asks abt an anon considering jackson wang as the bro, too) but i really still wanted it to be seokjin. 😅

anyway, i love the kitchen scene! That whole talk. it’s a rollercoaster of emotions..reading how fast they both let their minds run on overdrive. Damn i thought i was the worst overthinker but sheeshh.. this couple could certainly overthink their way out of their potentially life changing happily-ever-after. That’s so gut-wrenching but relatable to be honest. I’m glad they were able to really make each other feel they’re wanted. Not gonna lie, it was a bit frustrating how yoongi just easily succumb to his thoughts like that. I can’t say there weren’t parts of that talk in the kitchen were i wanted to scream at him.. but i love the way you write 3tanYoongi. I think it’s perfect.

My favorite part was when yoongi kinda had that sliver of realization that this girl really wants him. All of him. Then he proceeded to show her the song. like it’s his way to show he’s finally letting her in, letting his guard down and just let himself feel he’s wanted. Even without words he’s speaking in volumes. I feel like there might be more to be revealed on that from his past. But i’m happy they finally got to talk like that.

And i have to say, when i was just starting in reading 3tan many months ago, i remember wishing it would be nice to have a love-triangle kind of sitch bet oc and yoongi and one of the boys. I wanted it to be jimin, but that apparently would never happen haha. So i’m glad there’s a jungkook in the mix now. This is now my favorite fic in here. Thanks again for sharing! 💜🍊🍊🍊

AHHHH BABE thank you so so much for this amazing review?? i'm so happy you loved the chapter ugh ily ily!! more under the cut eheheh

LMFAOOO NOT JACKSON WANG AGAIN!! i'm so so sorry you wanted it to be seokjin, but hey! there's a 3tan!jin now so get readyyyy.

the kitchen scene!! FCCCK part of this is knowing you aren't alone in overthinking :(( we all do it at some point, even when we don't mean to. but these two have been obviously hurt and are still hurting from those wounds.

they could've overthought out of it, you're right. which makes the conversation they did end up having that much better imo. reader could've walked out. yoongi could've let her throw away the tangerine and left. but none of that happened.

Not gonna lie, it was a bit frustrating how yoongi just easily succumb to his thoughts like that. I can’t say there weren’t parts of that talk in the kitchen were i wanted to scream at him.. but i love the way you write 3tanYoongi. I think it’s perfect.

good. be frustrated with him. because he's flawed, too. we saw a bit of it when we dove into dal segno, but he's been feeling this type of way before reader even showed up a year ago. if you've been thinking that way about yourself without telling anyone? hell yeah you're gonna succumb to it all easily, no matter the circumstance. it's so fcking heartbreaking to see as an outsider but if you've been in his position? like.. yeah. i get it.

YESSS exactly!! i love this. reader said exactly what she needed to say to get through all of that muck in his mind, because it means she really does want even the dark parts (that they knew nothing about!)

and you caught on to the metaphor/symbolism of him letting her in with the song.. ugh. yeah. that's definitely what it was there for and he was still nervous as hell to do it, too. speaking through actions is what he does, and he was.. pretty fcking loud here.

AHH you actually wanted something like a love triangle? how interesting. well, we shall see what happens once we return! thank you so so much for being here still and supporting. it truly means so much and this commentary was fantastic! ugh, i just appreciate you loads jdghdfj thank you again!!

#you're amazing!!#chimchimmarie #asks:3tan #3tan9 #lovely people #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌

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stevebabey · 3 years

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cookies, kisses, and such

a/n: i sat down to write a prompt, wrote 3k words & then didn’t include said prompt <3 anyways bucky barnes hmu to make cookies whenever ur literally the love of my life word count: 3k or smth warnings: none! just pure fluff

Something had... shifted.

Yet somehow, nothing had changed. You can’t put your finger on it, but sometime between then and now, there’s a difference. Well, that much was obvious — a lot of things had changed since Bucky and you became friends.

In the beginning, he was colder.

You couldn’t blame him, coming from where he did. He had rented up the vacant apartment that shared your left wall and for the first couple of months, you weren’t even sure if someone had moved in. It was quiet next door, and while there was a shuffle of furniture being dragged around for the first couple days, it went silent soon after.

In fact, the only reason you found out there was someone living next door was because you ran overtime on your shift. You had ducked home through the rain and darkness, your noisiness the last thing on your mind as you stomped down the corridor, a hot shower the only thing on your mind.

It must’ve been past midnight so you were hardly expecting to bound into someone and you gasped as you slammed into someone coming out of Apartment 5C, the one next to yours.

Spluttering out an apology, you stepped back to take your first look at your neighbour — who only muttered an assurance under his breath as he passed. You had watched him walk down the hall without a sound under his boots and enter the stairwell, with a realization that had been someone in 5C all along.

As you unlocked your apartment, stripped off your wet clothes, and stepped under the scorching stream of your shower, you cringed to yourself. All your loud attempted ballads that you thought only the tiled walls could hear, apparently had had an audience all along.

Pulling back your sheets that night, you wondered where he was heading at this time of the night but before you could entertain any answers, you had drifted off to sleep.

—

Somehow, you had ended up in front of his door the next day, your knuckles rapping on the wood. But, after the second knock, you were beginning to think that he just wasn’t going to open the door.

And after the third knock, you began to question whether you had imagined the man you had all but tackled the night before.

Shifting the plate in your hand, the cookies on them slide an inch to the right, still warm. You were initially worried he would know it was just a cheap box mix but now you’re just worried he’s not going to open the door at all.

You sigh and pick up one of the cookies, taking a bite of it, ready to give up — right as the door finally cracks open.

The chain on his door is still locked and from what you can see, the man behind it is very surprised to have a visitor.

Your eyes widen, your jaw furiously trying to chew and swallow the bite you just took so you don’t have to speak through your mouthful.

“Hh-i!” It comes out a bit muffled. You force yourself to swallow the half-chewed dough, wincing as it goes down. Your cheeks feel heated and you force an awkward smile on your face.

“Sorry, I just…” you trail off, lifting the plate of cookies higher as an explanation. “I thought I’d be neighbourly since I genuinely thought there was no one lived here. Didn’t mean to subject you to so much bad singing.”

The man steps closer to the door, his eyes scanning your face in analysis and for the first time, you get a good look at him too.

His hair is cropped short, his face is scruffy like it’s been a week or so since he’s shaved and he’s donned in a dark hoodie. From what you can tell, he’s handsome as well. You’re half expecting him to close the door without a word but after a long assessment, you seem to pass the test.

“Do you—” he clears his throat like it’s been a minute since he’s spoken. “You always steal a cookie when you’re giving them as gifts?”

Your cheeks feel hotter and you smile. “Only when it’s a batch as good as this.”

The man smiles and you feel a surge of pride. You move the plate into one hand and hold the other out. “The name’s y/n. Apartment 5B.”

You flick your head towards your front door.

The man’s eyes follow your movement for a second before they move back to your outstretched hand. He shuffles behind the door and it closes for a moment before it opens again, fully unlocked. He still hangs behind the door but sticks out a gloved hand, shaking yours briefly.

“Bucky.” He introduces himself and you smile, finally having a name to a face. You hold out the plate closer to him and he hesitantly takes it from you.

“I’ll promise I’ll try to avoid any Taylor Swift songs for the near future.” You joke and Bucky’s brow furrows for a moment before it clears.

“Thank you.” He says, before retreating into the apartment, closing the door without another word. Huh, not the talkative type, you mused.

But still a victory in your books, you smiled wider to yourself, wandering back to your own apartment. Bucky. Apartment 5C.

—

He gets warmer with time.

You seem to pass him more in the hall since actually meeting him; you wonder if he was always there or he’s scarily good at not being spotted. He doesn’t quite smile but gives a nod of sorts, to show that he recognizes you. It’s nice — you think for a while, that’s all it will be.

You won’t lie, you’re more than a little disappointed. Besides the fact he looked cute and you wanted to be his friend, you had also given him your nicest plate. Guess you weren’t getting that back any time soon.

You’re munching on Chinese food on your couch, a sitcom running on the TV but you’re not paying much attention.

It’s the end of another working week and you’re glad to finally be off your feet, though, you don’t exactly love the quietness in your apartment compared to the liveliness of the shift. It was more gossiping than terrible customers, so much you were almost sad to leave your work-friends behind.

A knock on the door startles your attention, head snapping towards the noise. You feel a pang of confusion, not expecting visitors, quickly turning to concern. Who could it be?

You consider not answering it when it comes again, softer this time and curiosity wins over concern. Placing down your food, you pad towards the door and ensure the chain is in place before you twist the knob and pull.

You blink for a moment as you realize it’s none other than Bucky on the other side of the door.

Your eyes take in his awkward half smile and travel down to the plate in his hands— your plate in his hands. With a fresh batch of cookies atop it. He looks less scruffy than the last time you saw him, his hair a little cleaner.

“Bucky, hey,” you begin, pushing the door closed enough to remove the chain. “I wasn’t expecting…”

My plate back. The cookies. You actually talking to me again. You trail off, not sure which answer is most appropriate. Bucky seems to sense your loss of words, clearing his throat and shifting back and forth on his feet.

“I thought I should return the favour.” He makes an attempt to smile wider. “Be neighbourly.”

You laugh a little, removing your hand from the door to take the plate from him with a warm grin.

“Thanks.” His eyes drift over your shoulder, to the murmuring talk of the TV and you swear you see his nose twitch at the smell of your takeout.

You weigh up your options for a moment, chewing on your cheek before you inhale, making a decision.

“Did you have any plans tonight?” You ask.

Bucky’s brows lift, showing his surprise but it quickly morphs into a small smile. He shakes his head.

“How would you care for some Chinese food and re-runs of New Girl?” Grinning, you open the door open wider in invitation and Bucky contemplates your offer for a minute.

He steps forward and smiles back. “How disappointed will you be if I tell you I haven’t seen this New Girl show?”

Scoffing dramatically, you shake your head in feigned disappointment. “I hope you’re prepared for a marathon, my friend.”

—

Bucky found it hard not to like you. You’re inviting, funny and most importantly, you seem to genuinely enjoy his company.

He would’ve never guessed that the remedy to being somewhat social again was through his pretty next-door neighbour, but he wasn’t going to complain.

You showed him the popular media you liked, which naturally, became the stuff he liked too. You were nice about his dismal cooking skills, spitting the baking soda clump in one of his cookies back onto your plate without a word. And you made life in these dingy apartments seem nice.

Each night he got to spend time with you, it became increasingly harder to return to his own apartment. It didn’t hold life like yours seemed to do.

Bucky is good at reading people. He knows from a glance if you’re too tired from work to have him over, but you’re never not in the mood to see him. After some time, he’s pretty sure he spends just as much time in your living room as he does in his own apartment.

He never stays over. That’s a given by now. You’ve stayed up with him chatting past midnight and even had him knocking gingerly on your door, later in the night, your music giving away the fact you're not asleep. But he doesn’t stay; in fact, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him get tired.

You’re always the one stifling your yawns, slumping further down the couch, and letting your eyelids droop. Bucky’s a gentleman though, and he’ll take his leave when he knows you’re getting too tired but won’t tell him.

He used to go at the first sign of a yawn but over time, you’ve convinced him that just because you’re yawning doesn’t mean you don’t want to hear the end of his story. Begrudgingly over time, he believed you.

The one time you had actually fallen asleep on the couch, you awoke in the morning in your bed, a note on your bedside table that read didn’t want to wake you in Bucky’s scrawled writing and you smiled yourself giddy.

—

He’s warm enough that he almost glows now.

It’s a drizzly Sunday evening and you’re dropping the last of the chopped spring onions into the Pho that’s bubbling away on the burner, filling your apartment with a delicious smell.

Your hair is messily tied back from your face, a few strands escaping the hair tie and you’re wearing the only apron you own, covered in Australian flags brought back by one of your friends.

A knock sounds on the door.

“It’s open!” You call out, knowing from his knock that it’s Bucky on the other side. Besides, you’re expecting him — Sunday is the evening you always put aside for each other, even if you see each other every other day of the week. This week you haven’t had a chance to see him at all, much to your disappointment.

You hear his boots on the wooden floor, the door closing, and the lock turning. You stir the pot, fighting to keep yourself from looking too eager at his arrival. His footsteps turn softer, showing he’s left his boots at the door and you bite back your smile, more than glad to know he’s comfortable here.

“Hey, doll.” He murmurs and you turn to greet him with a smile. He sidles up to your side, peering down into the simmering broth, his hand unconsciously coming up to rest on your waist.

“Sorry, I haven’t had time to come by this week. It’s been…” He trails off with a sigh — but as if he remembers where he is, who he’s with, his shoulders ease and he relaxes.

“You’re fine,” you assure him, leaning into his side just a little bit. “Nothing a little hearty food can’t fix, right?”

You pull your most cheesy smile and Bucky laughs, his eyes shining as he gazes down at you. If anyone else looked at the two of you, it would be an obvious guess that you were a couple.

And it’s not like, you’re not. But, well, also, you hadn’t exactly talked to him about whatever this was. You didn’t want to be the one to bring it up, especially considering how long it had taken the two of you to become friends.

But the part of you that really wanted to sling your arms around his neck and kiss him was getting harder to ignore.

Clearing your throat, you step away from him and fetch the bowls from your cupboards. As you spin back to him, Bucky takes them from you without a word and begins to set up your little coffee table by the couch.

Dinner is like usual; comfortable silence as you eat, quiet chatter from the TV, and the two of you drifting closer together on the couch.

By the time your bowls are empty, your arm is pressed against his as you lean against one another. Your eyes are on the screen and so are Buck’s but every couple of minutes, they shift to check on you. After the 3rd time, you can’t stay silent.

“You alright there, Barnes?”

Bucky falters for a moment, his eyes jumping between the TV and your face like he’s trying to play off his previous staring. His eyes settle on you and he smiles in that heart-melting way.

“Just thinking back to the first time we met — you with your cookies at my door.”

You chuckle as you recall the memory all those months ago. It seems a lifetime ago, your best plate and the best cookies you could scrape together, all presented with your best smile.

“I’ve got a box in the cupboard.” You say and raise your brows, knowing he’ll pick up on your suggestion. Bucky’s eyes light up and he sits up a little straighter on the couch.

“Can we?” He asks.

You push off the couch, getting to your feet in answer, and offer out your hand. “C’mon then.”

Bucky grins with childlike excitement and takes your hand, leading the way to the kitchen with hurried footsteps that have you stumbling behind him. He releases your hand and ducks into your pantry, returning a second later with the box in his hands.

“Someone’s eager,” you comment in a teasing tone, beaming adoringly at him. Bucky rolls his eyes with a grin and points towards the drawers.

“Mixing bowls and spoons please, doll.”

Following orders, you duck down and pull out all the baking equipment needed, and pop it onto the bench. Pulling out your phone from your back pocket, you select a 70s playlist and bob your head as Marvin Gaye’s Got to Give it Up begins to flow from your speakers.

Bucky does a little shuffle that you think is supposed to be dancing and you giggle, rejoining at his side as the two of you begin to bake.

It’s not very precise; Bucky’s spilled half the flour mix on the bench and you’re trying to stop laughing enough to fish out the eggshells you dropped into the bowl. You feel light, almost like you could float with how happy you feel right now.

“Oh, this is funny to you, is it?” He says, still trying to scoop up the flour mix and tossing what he can in the bowl. You don’t get a chance to retort when he blows a handful in your face and looks far too happy about it. Your face contorts into shock, eyes squeezed closed for a moment before you open them again.

“James Buchanan Barnes.” Your tone seems to make Bucky grin wider, his nose scrunching in that adorable way that only happens when he’s really happy.

“The full name. I’m in trouble now.” He smirks, watching as you shake your head in an attempt to dust off the flour.

You do your best to glare but Bucky manages to crack it within a few seconds and you dissolve into giggles instead.

He steps closer, his hands coming up to your face as he begins to wipe away the flour that hadn’t come off your skin. His thumb swipes gently along your cheekbone and you lean into his hand instinctively. You’re almost scared to breathe, just wanting to stay in this moment.

“Still beautiful, even covered in flour.” He murmurs quietly and you wonder if he knows he’s even said that aloud. Your chest seems to fill with pure light and you know without a doubt that the thundering in your heart is love. You love this — you love him.

So, you tell him in a way you know he’ll understand — turning your face and placing a soft kiss on the palm of his hand.

Bucky swears he nearly melts right there and before he can lose the nerve, he ducks in and presses his lips against yours. It’s short and sweet but it still has his heart beating out of his chest in nerves. It’s been goddamn over 70 years since he’s done this.

But you’re there, and you’re kissing him back.

He pulls back, still close enough that his breath mingles with yours, and watches as your eyes flutter open, lips curling up in the most beautiful smile. Between you is only love, lighting up both your faces, alighting every sense.

After a moment you lean forward and nudge your nose against his and gingerly connect your lips again, hands traveling up to rest on the sides of his face.

This kiss is more assured, less nervous this time and Bucky swears he’s never been this lucky in his life. To be here, to be kissing you in your kitchen, chocolate chips scattered across the counter because you both wanted a trip down memory lane to when you first met. It’s almost comical how it comes around in a full circle.

The song in the background switches, Marvin Gaye’s Let’s Get It On opening notes interrupting your tender moment. You can’t help yourself as you break the kiss, tipping your head back as you laugh loudly and Bucky has never seen something more beautiful.

“I swear that wasn’t planned.” you gasp out between your laughter and Bucky looks amused, like he only half believes you. His hands drop from your face to your waist and he tugs you closer, lips meeting your hairline.

“Cookies now?” He asks and you smile, content, with a nod.

“Yeah, we can make cookies now Buck.”

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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years

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I’m Still Hurting (F!Reader/M!Orc)

Pairings: Fem!Reader/Male!Orc

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Angst

Warnings: (Almost) Infidelity

Word Count: 3376 words

Summary: Your boyfriend does something he’d never thought he’d do, and you’re left to try and pick up the pieces.

Request: can I make a request? About an angst story between an m!orc and f!human. I like the idea of like maybe the orc sorta misses being with other orc women or like she can't fulfill his needs and she hears this. I like the idea of almost infidelity

A/N: Surprise bitches! I’m alive! And back with some delicious angst for y’all!! I really loved doing this request, as I don’t often write full on angst. I am also working on a fluffy request at the moment, if some of you would like some nice comfort after this haha. Hope y’all enjoy!

Honey ❤️: Babe

Honey ❤️: Babe please answer the phone I need to talk to you

Honey ❤️: I know you’re angry, you should be angry, but please talk to me

Honey ❤️: Baby please

“____? Is that my phone?” Brynn yells from the kitchen, already mixing another cocktail for you to down. Her bright red horns peek over the living room divider, bouncing back as she grabs the alcohol from the fridge. Still looking at your bright screen, you don’t even have the energy to respond.

“____?” You throw your phone away as she peaks her head over, giving her a shameful look. Brynn furrows her brow, pulling away from the kitchen island and putting one hand on her hip. “Was that him?” With your eyes darting back and forth from the pillow you shoved your phone under and Brynn’s face, you nod.

“Y-yeah, it was him.”

Brynn sighs, fiddling with her hands.

“Listen, I don’t want to tell you what to do, especially not tonight, but I just think-”

“No, no, it’s alright. You’re right, you’re right.” A jolt hits you as your phone vibrates, the vibrations rumbling through the fabric and stabbing right into your stomach. You force yourself to look away, fiddling with your fingers. Brynn shoots you a pitiful look, you’re sure of it, even as your efuse to meet her gaze. “I shouldn’t talk to him tonight. Not right now, not when I’m like….this.” A slow, tired breath escapes you. “I’ll make him wait, just like he did.”

The coach cushion bends as Brynn sits next to you, rubbing your shoulder as she leans in for a side each. You accept it, your body like a deadweight as you let yourself go slack in her arms.

“Do you want anything? Chocolate, maybe a movie? I’ve got some leftover cheesecake?”

“A movie sounds nice.” You murmur, nodding against her chest. Brynn hums, her tail coming up and massaging your lower back as she kisses you on the forward.

“Of course, your choice. Do you want me to get your drink?”

You nod once more, letting Brynn untangle herself from the hug and laying back on the couch, grabbing the comfiest blanket and the remote. You quickly flick through you and Brynn’s ‘most watched’ section on Netflix. You need something new tonight, something to get your mind off.

All your regular comfort movies are romances, after all.

By the time Brynn comes back, a rum and coke and a carton of ice cream in hand, you’re already snuggled into a blanket burrito. She hands you a spoon and the glass, which you wordlessly accept. She sits down and throws a hand over your shoulder, trying her best to massage the left over tension in your neck. You sink into the feeling, pressing on your movie of choice.

“Mad Max: Fury Road, huh? I’ve heard this movie’s great.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, “It is.”

And chocked full of shitty men getting what they deserve.

As the opening title plays, the deep voice of Tom Hardy kicking the movie off, you snuggle into Brynn’s side. Your phone buzzes again, but it’s drowned out by screaming men and loud engines. Just how you like it.

Honey ❤️: Could you call me in the morning?

Honey ❤️: I’ll leave you alone for the night, I’m sorry

Honey ❤️: I love you

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Waruck sighs, his fingers shaking as another small ‘message delivered’ shows up on his screen. No response, just like the last 15 texts. He finds himself typing out another anyway.

I love you so fucking much

It reads, but is quickly deleted. Waruck clicks off his phone, but it stays in his hand, taunting him. The black mirror shows a sad, pathetic boyfriend, getting the silent treatment.

He falls back onto his bed, exhausted from a day of doing nothing. Nothing but worrying and feeling guilty, with the occasional flicking through TV channels and texting his girlfriend.

It’s getting late, his bedside clock cutting through the dark of his room to remind him he’s been up for almost 16 hours now. Waruck slides a hand through his hair and gets up. He’s going to have to camp out in front of the TV, because he knows he won’t be able to sleep tonight.

Not after what he did.

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He had gone out with friends. Friends from highschool who he still occasionally chatted with, friends he didn’t even really like anymore. But the past two weeks had him feeling oddly...nostalgic, like something was out of place. So when his buddy Simon had invited him to the bar, he had eagerly accepted.

He remembers grabbing his coat, you sending him a text to have fun, and him not replying. He didn’t know why he didn’t respond, he still doesn’t. The two of you had been going strong for almost 8 months now, with only the occasional hiccup that most couples have. So why didn’t he respond? What made him casually throw your sweet remark to the side like that?

Waruck shakes his head, trying to focus on the movie in front of him. Now isn’t the time to get existential over tiny shit like that, not with how the rest of the night went.

When he met up with the group, Waruck immediately knew that tonight was going to be different. His current group of friends are quite different, less rowdy, than his old posse. At only 10 PM, three of the guys we’re already halfway drunk, saving a spot in line from him outside the noisy bar. The electronic music that thrummed through the concrete and out onto the street reminded him of how much time has passed, how different his usual party-scene is now, and he revels in that feeling of former good-times.

Simon greets him with a hug, the guys shouting his name as he joins them. From the corner of his eye, he sees a gaggle of girls giggling.

And that's where it started.

An orc woman, dressed in a beautiful black dress, winks as she passes him at the bar. Simon nudges his side as Waruck takes a drink.

“Dude, that chick is totally sending you the look”

Waruck furrows his brow, stirring his drink.

“What’s ‘the look’?” He says, taking another sip of his scotch.

Simon rolls his eyes. “The ‘come hit on me’ look dude! That’s the sign you need to go for it!”

“I have a girlfriend, Simon.”

Simon scoffs, throwing his hand out dramatically. “What, that human chick?”

Waruck has half of mind to set down his drink and ask Simon what he means with that sarcastic tone of voice. It pisses him off, but he says nothing, just rolls his eyes.

“No offense, bro, she looks cute and all. But is she really worth missing out on some great ass?”

Waruck grimaces and shoots Simon a dirty look. “Jesus, Simon, are you serious?”

“I’m serious! When was the last time you had fun, y’know? Everyone knows an orc chick can throw down, wild-style.” Simon nudges him in his side, playfully, but it only serves to make Waruck more annoyed. “C’mon, you seriously don’t miss it?”

Waruck should tell him a firm ‘No’, finish his drink, and leave. He should call a cab and go home, call you and rant about his gross misogynistic friend from high school.

But he doesn’t.

The part of him, the part of him that feels slightly off, wonders if this is it. It had been a long time since he had been with another orc. You were a great girlfriend, but so different from in so many ways. Is that it?

Maybe relieving the old days will satisfy whatever longing he has, and then it will leave forever. Would that be so bad, to let loose for one night?

Waruck feels a tap on his shoulder, and turns to see the orc girl from earlier; The one who sent him ‘the look’.

“Hey handsome, can I buy you a drink?”

Between the boosted bass of the music and the orc woman pressing up against him, Waruck doesn’t notice Simon slip away, giving him a pat on the back.

Leave, say no, tell her she’s got the wrong guy, you fucking idiot. His consciousness yells.

“U-uh, sure.” He stutters.

She introduces herself as Naz and says she noticed him the minute he walked in.

“Hard not to notice the best-dressed guy in the room.” She flirts, pressing herself closer and up against him.

He has a thousand little moments like that, to say something; To pull back and apologize, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he slips into a corner booth with her, purposely ignoring the texts you send to check up on him. You had remembered that he wasn’t sure how much fun this night would be, and routinely checked in if he needed a convenient excuse to leave early. You’re sweet like that.

Naz is sweet too. She's a great conversationalist, with a good head on her shoulders and an interesting career in zoology. Waruck could see the two of you being good friends.

Is that why she seems so alluring? Because she’s so similar to you? Waruck’s mind does mental gymnastics to try and justify his hesitance, his compliance in believing that maybe she has something different after all, even though he knows that isn’t true.

The two of them talk for a solid hour and a half, Naz slowly inching herself closer and putting a hand on his knee. His body screams in resistance, his stomach tying up into knots, but he doesn’t push her away.

“So, I’ve got a room not too far from here. What do you say we go make ourselves a bit more comfortable?”

This is his final chance to find an excuse and say goodnight. To run back home and forget this ever happened. But the words are caught in his throat and he’s further silenced by the nearby whooping of his asshole friends.

“Yeah, Waruck! Get some!”

Naz chuckles and mistakenly reads his seething anger at himself with embarrassment for his friends. She leans in, grabbing his jaw, and whispers.

“Let's give them a show, huh?” Then, she kisses him.

The noises of the bar, his friends, and Naz all drown away as her lips mold into his. Waruck’s body goes rigid, terrified as time seems to freeze as he kisses someone who is not his girlfriend.

But all of that stops when your ringtone begins to blast in his pocket. It should be near silent when compared to the pounding bar music, but that familiar jingle seems to cut deep into his skin and skewer his heart. Waruck pulls away with a quick jerk, Naz almost falling over as he pushes himself into his seat and away from her body-heat. Every nerve is a light with tension as he quickly pulls out his phone.

There on the screen is a picture of you, your contact name, “Sweetie❤️”, shining through the dimmed light of that bar. Waruck breathes heavily, feeling like he’s just run an emotional marathon, stuck in his own head until Naz slides away from him.

“Wait, hold on, do you have a girlfriend?”

Waruck looks at her, then looks at his still-ringing phone, then back to Naz. He nods.

Naz's face curls up into obvious disgust, quickly directing her body to be as far away from him as possible. “Fucking hell, dude. What the fuck?” She grabs her handbag and stomps out of the booth, not before throwing her drink in his face and telling him to go to hell.

He almost watches her move across the bar, most likely to go complain to her friends about the asshole she just wasted the last 2 hours chatting up, but all he can focus on is your picture on his phone.

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Waruck practically runs out of the bar, his whole body covered in sweat and his mind racing a mile a minute.

What the hell was wrong with him?

He felt like a 15 year old, goaded into another shitty prank just because he wanted to look cool in front of his friends, buying into their weird bullshit about humans. Was he seriously going to throw away your wonderful relationship over one night, over one urge?

Naz had been strikingly beautiful, in all the ways he was taught an orc like himself should look for. She could probably get any guy in that club tonight, but she wasn’t you. You’re different, but in so many cool, inconsequential, uniquely-you ways.

Waruck doesn’t know how long he walks before he sits down outside a cafe, trying to collect his racing emotions. He feels gross, sticky with the kind of sweat you only get after too much alcohol and too many people. The screen of his phone seems to reflect every smudge and finger-print as he swipes it to unlock it, finally getting the courage to read your text messages.

They start off normal, spread out over several hours. The occasional “How are the guys?” and “Hope you are having fun! Just let me know when you get home safe.” before dropping off into nothing. Right up until 20 minutes ago, where you send a short and curt text that has his heart dropping to his stomach.

Sweetie❤️: Can you call me right now?

Sweetie❤️: Waruck, I need to talk to you

Sweetie❤️: Are you still at the bar?

After that is a notification of your missed call from earlier and Waruck can’t help but feel guilt stir in his gut.

It could be nothing, something unrelated to what he almost did tonight. But the notification he gets from his Instagram says otherwise. It says a mutual of his tagged him in a photo 30 minutes ago.

Waruck feels like vomiting when he opens up Simon’s story and sees a shaky picture of Naz, draped over him in the corner booth, with him looking all too happy to have her there. The caption reads

“At least someone’s getting lucky tonight 🤣🤣 #BoysNight20XX”

But what comes next is even worse; An even blurrier photo of Naz kissing him, both of their eyes closed as she almost sits in his lap.

Waruck can’t even look at the caption, quickly exiting out of the app and calling you.

He needs to explain himself.

But what will he say?

The phone rings, rings, rings….

Waruck waits with bated breath, thinking you’re going to let it go to voicemail, but you answer. There is no cheerful “Hi Babe” or even a tired and drawn-out “Hey.” Instead all Waruck hears is a shaky sigh, waiting for an explanation.

The words stay caught in Warucks throat, trying to find a way to maneuver and swing around to a solid excuse, a lie he hopes you won’t catch.

But he can’t, he can’t. Not to you.

So you make it easy for him, like you always do, and start the conversation off instead.

“Were you flirting with that girl?”

Waruck’s mind doesn’t give him a choice, the truth already spilling out like a tidal wave.

“Yes.”

Waruck hears you suck in a breath, before you shakily ask once more,

“Did you kiss her? Did you kiss her back?”

“Yes.”

There's 15 seconds of brutal silence as Waruck sits with his confession. In the moment, Waruck feels like he can hear your pounding heartbeat through the receiver.

You hang up.

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You hate the weather outside for two reasons.

One: You had far too much rum last night to enjoy any amount of sunlight. And,

Two: On a terrible morning like this one, it feels unfair that there aren't any dramatic thunder storms.

The bell rings on the cafe door as you walk in, causing you to wince as you pull down your sunglasses.

Thank god for the low lighting of these cafes.

You rub your brow, eyes scanning the menu above the bar. Some caffeine should do you good, at least with your headache.

But when you spot him, tucked away at a table, tapping his foot, all that aching pain seems to fall to your subconscious. Before you can meet eyes, you look away, forcing yourself to re-read the menu and blink away your tears.

You face the inevitable when you put in your order, turning to walk towards Waruck. He’s locked his gaze into the wood grain of the table, his large body hunched up and small, like he wants to sink into the shadows. He looks like shit, with large bags under his eyes and a nervous tension in his face.

He startles when you pull out a chair, sitting down across from him, but quickly curls back into his ball of shame. He looks so guilty, a small part of you wants to comfort him and tell him it’ll be alright.

You punch away that part of you with a baseball bat.

“Why did you flirt with her?”

Waruck says nothing. He looks at you with his tired eyes, big and racked with guilt.

I don’t know. They whisper.

Your fingers dig into your jeans, anger boiling up and through your nerves.

That’s not a good enough answer.

“Were you,” You suck in a breath, trying to control your volume, “Were you going to sleep with her? If I hadn’t called you, would you have-”

“No!” Waruck nearly shouts, shaking the table as his knees bang against the bottom, but he recoils once he sees the way you flinch. “No, I wasn’t going to.”

Those pesky tears press against your eyelids once more. You can feel your nails digging indents into your thighs.

“I don’t know if I can believe that.” You whisper, failing to catch the crack in your voice.

Waruck’s brow furrows as he nervously chews his bottom lip. He tries to meet your gaze, but you seem to look right through him.

“I know.” Waruck sighs, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck.

There's a tenuous silence; Waruck tries to find the words to fix things while you focus on the details of the cafe walls, examining every nook and cranny as you try not to sob.

“I-I understand if you don’t trust me. I understand if you hate me, or you want to break up. But please, please know that I love you, and that I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I’ve been kicking myself over flirting with that girl because I love you so fucking much. I-”

You hold up your hand, stopping Waruck in his tracks. He realizes how loud he’s been talking and that people are beginning to stare. He huddles back into his corner, tucking his hands into his lap. You let out a long breath. Waruck takes the risk and looks up.

When his eyes finally meet yours, he realizes just how sad you look. A treacherous tear has begun falling down your cheek, sending a lightning bolt of remorse into Waruck’s chest.

You take in another deep breath, wiping away the tear with the back of your hand. You look at Waruck, exhausted.

“I don’t,” You falter, but catch yourself, “I don’t want to break up with you. I just don’t know if I’m ready to forgive you yet.”

Waruck nods, fiddling with his fingers.

“Of course, I get it-”

“I’m not done.” Waruck quickly shuts his mouth. “You hurt me, Waruck. Hurt me in a way I don’t think I’ll ever forget. So I need time. Time before I can even see you again without thinking,” You hiccup, but this time you let the wave of emotion hit you, full force. “Without thinking about that night.”

A lady calls out your order, but neither of you makes a move. You sit in each other's presence, trying to wrap yourselves around the mess of emotions, trying to read the others mind without seeming too obvious.

You both sit here, in the presence of something that's been broken, damaged in a way that’s cut the heart of your chest and slams them on the table. There’s a crack that runs down between you two, inching open more and more with each breath.

But somehow, somehow, you both think you have a chance of fixing it.

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givemetherapyimawritingtravesty · 3 years

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Hi! Way back when in your disability pride month post you mentioned you hc Logan w/ some depression and Finn with adhd. I'm adhd, and sometimes it causes issues with my friends with depression, when I am just SO much and they really can't handle so much. I was wondering if you'd write a fic about something along those lines and maybe leo just in the middle? And/or how they solve it (i.e, finn going for a run to get out energy or smth) i LOVED your logan h/c leo's depression and would love more!

Yes! Okay so disclaimer, this is based of my experiences with things similar to what anon is talking about.

Also, does this feature some Logan / Sirius bro-lationship because do I have another ask I’m working on about that? Maybe. Maybe. (Who am I kidding, definitely yes lol.)

I’m sorry this took soooo long to get out, but it’s long (like, over 2,700 words) and took a lot of time and energy and I haven’t had the energy or people points to deal with things lately. But finally, it is finished. (You may ask yourself, what are people points? Well, read on to learn what I mean lol. It's a real thing my friends and I use to express how we're feeling.)

Credit, as always, to the amazing @lumosinlove who created this universe and let's us play around with it!

CW for depression and anxiety references

Finn woke up very excited. He was so hyper; he could barely contain himself. He was practically vibrating with excitement for the day. He had been feeling a little cooped up the last few days, having a lazy weekend with his boys, watching movies on the couch. Today he was finally able to let out some of that pent up energy playing tennis with Kasey and Nat, who had only agreed to go last night when Leo suggested it after the whole day of Finn not being able to sit still for a single movie scene.

Finn sat up in bed, pulling his phone from the nightstand to check the time a shoot a quick text to Kasey to confirm that they were up and would be ready to meet at the courts in an hour.

He heard Leo start to rustle on the other side of their still sleeping boyfriend and thought it odd that Logan, ever the light sleeper, hadn’t moved yet. He reached down to grab his shoulder and shake him awake not exactly gently, being a little too excited for the day ahead.

Logan only groaned and roughly shifted away from the touch, pulling a pillow over his head.

Finn shot a questioning look over to Leo, who just shook his head and whispered, “Let him sleep in. He hasn’t been doing well the last few days, he probably just needs some rest.”

“Then who’s gonna help me beat Kase and Nat in doubles? You already had plans to help Celeste bake for Katie’s bake sale.” Finn pouted.

“Y’all’ll just have to play singles and switch out, I’m sure they won’t mind. Come on, lets get some coffee brewing.”

***

Leo, having already seen one boyfriend off to the gym, crawled back into bed and pulled the other into his bare chest.

Logan only sighed, snuggling closer into the warmth.

Leo soothed a hand through Logan’s hair, whispering, “I have to get ready to head over and help Celeste, are you gonna be alright by yourself today?”

Logan hesitated for a moment before nodding against Leo’s chest.

“Is it a bad one today?” Leo asked softly.

Logan took a shaky, deep breath and started to silently cry, nodding again. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry. It happens, alright? You’re alright darlin’. These last few days were hard, I know, and it’s okay. Do you want me to stay with you?”

Logan hesitated again before shaking his head. “Go. I think I’ll try to sleep it off a bit.”

Leo sighed, knowing that what Logan wanted was to be left alone for a bit. “Okay, but if you need anything… or me… just text, ‘kay? Just let me know what we can do.”

Leo sat there a few minutes, letting Logan settle down before getting up to head to the Dumias’.

When he got there, he let himself in and saw Sirius helping to wrangle the kids and keep them occupied playing ‘go fish’ while Celeste got the kitchen set up.

“Cap, hey, didn’t think you’d be here.” Leo let out a surprised chuckle.

“Just swung by for a visit while Re had to do some work at the rink.”

“Ah.” Leo continued to make his way to the kitchen, but then stopped and turned back to Sirius. “Hey. Um, could I have a word with you quick?”

“Oui, of course.” Sirius said, setting his hand full of cards and walking over. Right before he reached Leo, he turned around, “And no peeking at my cards!” He called back to the kids, who only giggled. “What’s up rookie? Am I in trouble?”

“No, no, of course no.” Leo let out a nervous laugh. “It’s just.” He sighed. “Lo. He’s… been having a rough go of it and… I don’t know. He stayed home today, and I know he won’t talk to me about what’s going on. I… you’re like a brother to him. He respects your opinion. Not that he doesn’t respect ours, it’s just…”

“Different?”

“Yeah. I… it’s been getting bad again. I think he should go see Heather, but he never wants to talk about it with us and… Could you talk to him maybe? I just…”

“Of course. Yeah, I wondered what was up when he missed team dinner Friday. I get it’s the off season and rest and all but, he never misses, unless he really not doing good, you know?” Sirius let out a heavy breath. “I mean, I’ve been there and… it sucks. I want to help him. Whatever I can. Just tell me.”

“You should say that to him, I’m sure he could use the support right now. This weekend… Finn was just bouncing off the walls, I don’t think he sat still long enough to really notice it. And then they were supposed to go play tennis today but- Lo really wasn’t up to it. He’s home, wanted some space. And I get that, I just wish… he’d, I don’t know. I don’t know.” Leo started to get a little choked up.

“Hey.” Sirius said, pulling him into a hug. “It’s okay. He’s hurting and that hurts. You can feel upset about it too.”

“But he’s the one…”

“Hey, non, don’t go down that rabbit hole. You can feel what you want without having to feel guilty about it. You support him the best you can and that takes a toll on you too.” Sirius said, holding Leo at arm’s length. “I mean… I know I’ve put Re through the ringer a few times trying to get me to calm down when the world starts to spiral. And he still has his days too when the world is too much handle and getting up is too much energy. But we get through it together. It’ll be okay, Knutty. I promise.”

Leo sniffled and ran a sleeve across his eyes. “Yeah. Thanks, Cap. You’ll talk to him?”

“Yes. I’ll give him a few hours to rest then shoot him a text and see what he’s up to, ouais? Now, Celeste had more ingredients than should be in one household, better go help her bake up a storm.” Sirius said, giving him a pat on the shoulder and a gentle nudge towards the kitchen.

***

Logan knew from the moment he woke up that it was going to be a rough day for him. He sat up slow, still groggy, and looked over at the clock. 11:47 am. Almost noon. He looked around the room to take in his surroundings. He vaguely remembers Finn trying to get him up this morning, excited to go out and play some tennis today. He remembers being grumpy and Leo saying something about letting him rest. Then Leo coming back, acknowledging that it was a bad day, and letting Logan cry before leaving him on his own for a bit.

He pushed the covers aside and planted his feet on the ground, getting up to walk to the bathroom. It felt like everything was in slow motion. He made his way to the kitchen, the apartment unusually silent. He stopped at the counter and stared at the coffee pot for he wasn’t sure how long before two long arms wrapped around his waist slowly. He blinked back to reality and realized Leo was behind him, talking.

“Lo? Logan? Hey, you in there?” He sounded worried, tossing his keys on the counter.

Logan turned around in Leo’s arms and brought his hands up to rest on the younger boy’s chest. “Quoi? Oui. Désolé.” The world still seemed to be moving too slow and muffled. He hadn’t even heard Leo enter their apartment just now. He wasn’t sure why, but it felt like there was cotton in his ears, and all his thoughts being drowned about by a dull ringing. “I…” Logan’s words died in his mouth. He didn’t know what was going on or what was wrong beyond the fact the something was wrong. Tears started to well in his eyes.

Leo gave a sad sigh and pulled the shorter boy into his chest, one hand on the back of Logan’s neck, the other rubbing soothingly up and down his broad, bare back. They stood there for several long minutes as Logan sobbed silently into his chest.

After Logan’s tears tapered to a stop, he held Leo close and whispered, voice a bit rough, “I though you were helping bake?”

“I hadn’t heard anything, so I came by to check and see how you were doing. Drink any water?”

“Haven’t had anything.” Logan mumbled into the taller man’s chest, shivering in the cool apartment in only a pair of shorts.

Leo held him close. “How about I make some peppermint tea? Yeah?”

“You should get back.”

Leo sighed, noting Logan’s subtle attempt to hint that he just wanted to be left alone, though the physical comfort he seemed to seek begged to differ.

“I have time to make you a cup, then I’ll get back. Is that okay?” Leo asked softly, running a hand up and down the shorter man’s back.

“Oui.” Logan grumbled, pulling away from Leo in favor of curling up on the couch with the blanket they kept there.

A few long and silent minutes passed before Leo handed him a warm mug, placing a soft kiss to his head before saying something Logan couldn’t focus enough to hear. He just curled around the warmth of the mug and watched Leo go.

Logan wasn’t sure how much time passed, but he had only taken a few sips of tea and now it was cold. He set it on the coffee table and made his way into the bedroom, picking up his phone and seeing a text from Sirius.

Hey, missed you at dinner the other night. Everything okay?

I yeah just wasn’t feeling it ig

Fair. Anything I can do to help?

Are you busy rn? No worries if not

I’ll be there in 20. Never too busy for you Tremz <3

Thanks cap

***

“Hey Leo?” Sirius said, walking into the kitchen. “I just got a text from Tremz, I’m gonna head over, d’accord? I’ll let you know how it goes.”

Leo gave a sad smile. “Okay. Thank you.”

And with that, Sirius headed out the door and made his way across town to the cub’s apartment.

When he got there, he let himself in and toed off his shoes. He found Logan curled up on the couch, nearly asleep under a comforter that Sirius knew had been dragged out of their bedroom. Logan seemed to not even notice him until he sat cross legged on the floor in front of him.

“Hey, Tremz. What can I do?”

Logan’s only response was to sniffle and pull the oversize blanket tighter around himself.

“Hey,” Sirius cooed as he got up to settle on the couch next to Logan, wrapping him up in a hug, “C’est bon. It’s okay. Shh.” He pulled the shorted man’s head to his chest.

“But-” Logan hiccupped, “I ditched him. We- we were supposed to play tennis, bu- but I just couldn’t.”

“It’s okay, Finn will understand. I’m sure he understands.”

“But I- I did it last week too. An- And Kasey and Natalie, we were all supposed to-”

“Logan,” Sirius said more sternly, pulling away just enough to meet his eyes, “I’m sure they understand, it happens. If they don’t, they’ll get over it. You have to take care of you, and if you don’t have the energy, or people points, to do things, that’s okay.”

“People points?” Logan hiccupped again.

“Oui. Like, some days you can have lots of people points to use up by being social? And some people take more people points because they can be a lot to be around, which isn’t a bad thing. Like… I love Finn, yeah? But he’s got a lot of energy sometimes and talks a mile a minute, and sometimes I can’t keep up. And some days, I just don’t have people points to use up, or I have only a few. For me, Re doesn’t take a lot of my people points to be around, and when he knows I’m having a bad day, we just snuggle up to a movie, or, I don’t know, we just sit in companionable silence? We just don’t do socially exhausting things. And Dumo, he’s good at seeing when I’m just out of points, and he’s easy to be around, even when Re is too much. And he understands. Your boys will understand too.”

Logan had pulled away to sit back and had been nodding along slowly, staring down at the floor, deep in thought. “D’accord. That… makes sense, I guess. I just… I feel like I’m low on people points all the time lately.” He sniffled quietly.

“That’s okay. You just need to get some rest and… I’m gonna say this and don’t get upset, but I think you should start seeing Heather more regularly.”

“I- yeah.” He sighed out. “Why would I get upset when you’re right? I… I saw her a few times, but then I was fine, so I thought- I don’t know, that I didn’t need to see her anymore or waste her time.”

“Tremz, there doesn’t have to be anything wrong to see her, and it’s not a waste of time. Not if it helps keep you in a good place. And- And sometimes it’s not enough. To keep you good, and that’s okay. I…” Sirius let out a long exhale, steadying himself for what he was about to admit next. “For a while, when I was still living with Dumo, nothing helped. And even after I was with Re, I… My childhood sucked, yeah? And I had a lot of nightmares because of it. Still do once in a while, but it’s not- just not as much? I… So I went on medication for it. And there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s helped. A lot.”

“I- I didn’t know that. That you took medication for, well, anything.”

“Yeah… I don’t really like talking about it. Not because I’m embarrassed or anything, but because it’s my business. And Re’s too. And Dumo knows, but only because he had suggested I bring it up with Heather in the first place. I also have high blood pressure I take medication for, but I think that’s all the stress of the job.” Sirius joked, giving a small chuckle, trying to lighten the conversation a bit.

“I- Thank you. For sharing that. I never really considered that as an option. Finn and Leo might have something to say abo-”

“It is an option if you want it to be. And the decision isn’t Leo and Finn’s to make. It’s yours. You don’t have to bring it up to them if you don’t want, but I think you should tell them what your thinking. Just don’t let them make the decision for you. It’s up to you.”

Logan nodded. He moved to pick up his mug from the table but retracted his hand when he realized it was cold and gave a sad sigh.

“You want fresh tea?” Sirius asked, gesturing to the mug.

“No, it’s okay.” He said quietly.

“Is it? I’ll ask again, would you like a warm cup of…” Sirius trailed off as he leaned forward to snag the mug off the coffee table and give it a sniff. He laughed to himself, “… of course, peppermint tea?”

“I mean, kinda, but I don’t want to get up so-”

“I’ll be back.” Sirius said, taking the mug into the kitchen to dump it out and make a new one.

“Sirius-”

“Ah ah ah, nope. I’m doing this for you, just sit tight.”

A few moments later, Sirius returned, pressing a warm mug into Logan’s hands, tea bag still steeping.

Logan whispered a soft, “Thank you” and took a small sip, huddling himself around the warmth as Sirius settled next to him, shoulder to shoulder.

“Is there anything else I can do? Leave? Stay?” Sirius asked softly.

“Stay. If you don’t mind?”

“Of course, as long as you need.”

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Enough is Enough

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AN: Hi! Here it finally is! This took me a long ass time to make and I've never written smut before so idk how it is but it was definitely fun to write! I hope you enjoy it!

JJ Maybank X Reader

Summary: You and JJ have been pining over each other for years now, constantly hurting each other without knowing. Your friends can’t stand by any longer and decide it’s time to interfere.

Warnings: SMUT!! unprotected sex (wrap before you tap guys) I think that’s it honestly

WC: 4.1k oof

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It had started as a game. An unspoken game of who could break who first. You and JJ had known each other for years, the feelings between you two and the subsequent sexual tension between you rising with every passing glance, every hug, every lingering kiss to the cheek. The game however, was between John B and Kie. Which one of them could get their respective best friends to admit it first. They’d wagered a decent chunk of cash on it, Pope constantly rolling his eyes at the two for meddling. “It’s not our job to push them, they’ll get there on their own.” He’d say, but they’d just shake their heads and laugh.

Kie’s argument was that she was done watching you pine over JJ for years, your heart shattering every time he’d bring a new girl home to the Chateau, for you to listen to while he wished it were you under him. She was done with watching JJ sulk, drinking away his feelings so much he’d pick up a Touron that always had some semblance of you in them; They’d wear your signature color, they’d use a similar shampoo, or JJ’s personal favorite, they’d drink the same cherry flavored liquor at the boneyard. Kissing them always tasted like how he’d imagine you did. And John B? Well he was sick and tired of listening to JJ fuck some tourist, only to kick them out the next day, slam the door to his room, and cry.

At this point, John B and Kiara had decided that enough was enough. Their usual jealousy attempts to try and get one of you to admit it only resulted in one of you starting a fight and then not admitting as to why you were mad. John B decided he was just going to tell you what was going on, even if it meant that JJ would kill him. He had watched the two of you suffer in silence long enough.

You two were breaking each other by holding onto your feelings as long as you had, and they decided enough was enough. Which leads you to tonight. You had no idea that Kie and John B had this bet going, and you had no clue that JJ felt the same way. You washed your sorrows down with that cherry flavored liquor JJ longed to taste on your tongue so much. Kie had dressed you in her clothing, saying “You deserve to feel like an expensive bitch every once in a while!” Which made you laugh. JJ was chatting up some girl in the corner, and everytime you looked over, you felt your eyes burn with tears that refused to leave. Respectively, every time JJ looked your way, watching you dance around, sweaty and care free and absolutely beautiful, his heart panged, aching to be the one grabbing your waist, pulling you back into him, whispering the things in your ear he dreamed of doing to you when you two left. It was killing him.

As if almost on cue, John B and Kie looked at each other, determined for this plan to work. Pope took notice of this and rolled his eyes.

“You’re crazy if you think this will work.” He laughed. “You’re last six attempts all tanked bro, just give it up. They’re both too fucking stubborn.”

“Pope, they’re killing each other. It’s getting painful to watch.” Kie stated, taking a sip.

“Hey, it’s your guy’s funeral when JJ goes insane and punches you.” He pointed a finger at John B. John B just shrugged and stood up, setting his cup down in the sand, he walked over to where you were dancing with some guy who obviously was a Touron considering his Outerbanks t-shirt and bad sunburn.

“Mind if I cut in with the lady?” He asked, sending you a wink. You laughed and took his outstretched hand, not giving a second thought about the boy behind you. Dancing with John B always made you feel the happiest at parties. He knew how to make you laugh, never judged your horrid dance skills, and most importantly, he took your mind off of a certain blonde haired boy. You never looked at John B as more than just your best friend, your brother. He was there for you through everything, and you for him as well, which is why it surprised you when tonight he turned you around, his chest pressed to your back. He pulled you close, dancing against you. He leaned down and whispered in your ears.

“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you, and know that I hate that I’m the one who’s saying it to you.” You felt a rush of anxiety wash over you. Was this where he tells you he knows you like JJ, and he doesn’t feel the same? Is he going to admit to something that you don’t reciprocate? Your mind wandered, worry radiating off of you. You nodded, and waited for your heart to break.

JJ, sitting on the other side of the beach, took notice of this. He watched as his best friend walked over to the girl he loved, sweeping her off her feet as he pulled her to dance with him. He watched as John B spun you around, grinding against you. He balled his fists and his jaw clenched. He watched as John B leaned down to whisper in your ear. What could he have possibly said that made your face red. That should be him. That should be him holding you, dancing with you, making you smile, blush, giggle, scream, all of it. He noticed when you nodded, his mind wandering. What had you agreed to? Were you about to hook up with his best friend. His best friend that he never told his feelings about. Did he deserve to be this upset at John B? JJ never told a single soul his feelings for you, thinking if only he knew, it would just go away. He didn’t blame John B for wanting you. Your carefree spirit, your infectious laugh, the way you care so deeply for others around you. He noticed when John B said something, and your beautiful eyes met his in an instant. He noticed that John B was still talking, but your eyes were glazed over, focusing on JJ’s, not paying attention to what he was saying. He noticed when you left John B’s grasp, shaking your head, tears threatening to spill over. He noticed when you backed away, turning and walking quickly up to the Chateau. He never stood up so quickly. He walked over to John B, his voice strained, slightly raised.

“What the fuck just happened, bro?” JJ asked. Kie and Pope watched the scene unfold, walking over to join their friends. “What was that.”

“I told her bro, I told her everything.” John B stated, treading carefully with his words so as to not provoke his already ansty friend.

“What exactly is everything.” JJ stated through gritted teeth.

“You know, J.” JJ went to raise a fist, not sure if he was angry at John B for telling you, or angry at himself that he couldn’t. John B grabbed his arm, pushing his back.

“You were never going to tell her, and I was so sick of listening to her cry every goddamn night over something that wasn’t even true. So go, tell her yourself. Fill in the gaps, go and get the girl, for once JJ.” John B was staring at JJ so intently, his hands bunched in the collar of JJ’s shirt. His words were harsh, and they hit JJ like a truck. Did this mean maybe, just maybe, you felt the same way about him? How could he have been so stupid to parade a string of women in front of you. JJ looked at John B, nodding, and pulling his hands off him. He looked over at Kie, who sent him a sympathetic smile. Turning on his heels, he walked up to the Chateau.

The sand under his feet shifted with every step, his heart pounding beneath his chest. What if you really didn’t feel the same? What if you were utterly repulsed by the idea of him seeing you the way he did. His thoughts raced as he pulled open the old wooden door. There you were, sitting on the couch, your head in your hands, gripping the strands of your hair tightly. The creak of the door surprised you, and you lifted your head to be met with the most beautiful shade of blue staring back at you.

“Y/N, I…” JJ started, but you held your hand up, signaling for him to stop. You stood up slowly, wiping away the stray tears that had fallen, running a hand through your hair.

“I just wanna know why. Why would you bring your parade of Touron sluts through the door, practically throwing them in my face. All I did was lay on this couch and cry my eyes out as I listened to you fuck the shit out of someone I wished was me? God! Why didn’t you just tell me?” You practically screamed. All the pent up anger had been released, and you were left with your chest heaving, trying to catch your breath. You watched as his face went from guilty, to angry within a few seconds.

“You didn’t say anything either, Y/N! You don’t get to pin it all on me! How was I supposed to know someone like you would ever go for trailer trash that is JJ fucking Maybank?” The veins in his neck were bulging out, his eyes ablaze, until they softened watching the realization cross your face at his words. “Look…” His hand came up to his face, rubbing his eyes to try and stop the tears from leaking out. “I never, in a million years thought that you would go for me, so I pushed the feelings down, drawing them in women I wished were you, and crying myself to sleep after. I fucking hate myself for it.” He was tugging on his hair at this point, walking over to the counter in the kitchen and placing his palms on the surface, his jaw clenched. His back was to you, and you walked over to him, placing a hand on his back.

“Hey, J, look at me, please.” You pleaded, and after a moment, he turned around to face you. The air between you was limited, and thick with the tension between you two. You were both heated, buzzing from the booze and weed, and high off of the mutual knowledge that both of your feelings were reciprocated. “I...look, I don’t care about what’s happened in the past. If I keep thinking about it, it’ll just mess up everything, and I have you now. And I’m so fucking in love with you it hurts.” Your hand came up to cup his cheek, his face nuzzling into the warmth of your palm. He looked at you, searching your eyes for any trace of regret for the words that just passed your lips. All he found was love, and adoration. His rough hands came up to both sides of your face, behind your neck, pulling you in.

“God, I fucking love you too.” He muttered, before his lips crashed onto yours. After a brief second of “Holy shit, JJ is in love with me too, wait, JJ is literally kissing me.” you began to feverishly kiss back. The hand that was cupping his face went behind his head to thread through his hair, tugging slightly. The action caused him to gasp slightly, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. He growled slightly against your mouth, one hand staying in your hair while the other went to your hips, spinning you around so you were pressed against the counter. He bit your lip before trailing his lips down your neck, leaving hot wet kisses on the soft skin. You breathed out a few moans, feeling his arousal press against your stomach. He brought his lips up to your ear.

“God, I love you so much, Y/N.” His breath was hot in your ear, and he attached his lips back to yours a second later. He trailed his hands down your back, under your butt to your thighs, lifting you up onto the counter, stepping in between your open legs, pulling your waist towards him.

“I love you too, J. So fucking much.” You mumbled against his lips, your words getting lost in his mouth, his tongue teasing yours. His hands at your waist began to play with the hem of your tank top, signaling he wished to take it off. You pushed his shoulders back slightly, gripping your shirt from the bottom and lifting it over your head. His eyes darkened at the sight of you, clad in a simple dark blue bra. You smiled at his reaction and pulled his head back to yours, kissing him greedily. You began to pull at the hem of his top as well, beginning to strip it off, your lips only leaving his for the brief second the shirt passed over his head. Your hands trailed down his abs, your nails scratching at the skin. You felt his breathing hitch at the feeling, and he groaned into your mouth. You started trailing kisses from his mouth to his neck, biting every so often. When you got to the spot under his jaw, he moaned, and you stayed there, sucking harshly at the skin. The grip on your waist tightened, and you felt the prominent bulge of him through his pants against you again.

“God, Y/N. I need you. I need you so fucking bad it hurts.” He spoke through closed teeth, you could practically hear them grinding together. His breath was heavy and uneven, and you could tell how bad he wanted you.

“Then take me, J. It’s been too fucking long. Take me and make me yours.” He wasted no time at your words, beginning to unbutton the front of your jean shorts, his fingers fumbling slightly. Before you could even think, he lifted you up slightly, pulling them down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and bra. He began unbuttoning his own shorts, never breaking his kiss with you, letting them drop to his ankles before stepping out of them. His hands went around your back, unclasping your bra, pulling away slightly to remove it from your body. His eyes gazed hungrily at the new exposed skin of your breasts, you chest rising and falling with the intensity of his gaze. He pulled his hand around to the front of you, grazing your nipple slightly, watching as you let out a slight moan, lost in the pleasure. He leaned forward, attaching his mouth to the other one as his tongue and figures worked in harmony to cause sparks of pleasure in your lower belly.

“God, J….feels so good.” You breathed out, lost in the moment. You felt his mouth smirk against you, before he began leaving wet kisses down your stomach, lowering himself onto his knees between your legs. His hands went to your waist, gripping your hips as he pulled you forcefully forward to the edge of the counter, hooking his fingers in your panties at the same time. He slowly pulled them off of you, teasing you with light kisses to your inner thighs. Your hand reached down and threaded into his golden hair, desperate to hold onto something. He looked up at you through hooded eyes.

“I want to taste you...I’ve wanted to taste you for years, please baby, let me.” His eyes were pleading, and his voice begging. You couldn’t resist how sexy he looked at that moment, between your legs, begging to eat you out.

“Please J, yes…” That was all the encouragement he needed, as his mouth lurched forward, his tongue instantly finding your clit. You gripped his hair harder, letting out a loud moan at the sudden sensation. It fueled him further, as he began trailing his hand from your thigh to your opening, slowly sliding a finger inside you.

“You’re so tight, so wet for me baby...tell me it’s for me…” He mumbled against your clit, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body.

“For you, JJ, all for you…” Your eyes rolled back at the sight of his before you, messy hair, flushed cheeks, his tongue drawing lazy figure eights on your clit and his finger pumping in and out of you. He smiled at your words, adding a second finger and pumping even faster. He began to curl them each time they entered you, hitting a spot inside of you you didn’t even know existed. Moans left your mouth without warning, and you could feel that familiar tingle in the pit of your stomach.

“J…’m close…” You breathed out, your voice raspy and loose from the pleasure you were feeling. He pulled away for only a moment to speak.

“Fall apart for me, Y/N” He dove right back, working your clit with his tongue. His words were enough to push you over the edge, your head falling back, unable to keep your eyes open any longer as you felt the waves of pleasure crashing over you. You knew JJ was skilled in bed, hell you heard it almost every night, but you had no idea he was this talented at all. Your entire body was buzzing, you didn’t even register him pulling away or standing up until his mouth was on your again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. The unfamiliar tang of sweetness was odd, but it gave you another surge of tightness in your body, and you wanted him all over again. You moaned into his mouth, bringing your hand up to the back of his neck, tugging at the strands at the base of his head, slightly damp from the activities you two were taking part in. Your other hand reached down to begin palming him through his boxers. You weren’t shocked at the size. You had seen him changing enough times to know that JJ Maybank was indeed packing down there, and your body tingled with excitement. He let out a pained groan into your mouth, making quick work to rid himself of his boxer briefs, leaving you both naked to the steamy air. Your hand made its way to his length, stroking him a few times before he forcefully grabbed your wrist, biting his lip.

“You keep doing that, Princess, and this will be over very...very quickly.” His breath was ragged and his voice rough, you could tell he was on edge. He took a deep breath before reaching his hand back up to cup your cheek to kiss you sweetly. He pulled away, looking you deep in the eyes. “You sure, baby?” His eyes were looking for any sense of doubt or disdain with the situation, but all he found was adoration.

“Please...please J, I need you…” Those words were all he needed, because the second you spoke, he grabbed your hip with one hand, using his other to guide himself into you. Both of you moaned at the feeling of finally being connected with each other. He gave you a few seconds to adjust, hooking his hand under your knee to bring your legs more around his waist, and began thrusting slowly. Your body was on fire, every movement felt like the most pleasurable feeling you have ever experienced. His hot breath was on your neck, and you were hyper aware of everything that was him; the taste of his tongue, the smell of his cologne lingering on his skin, the roughness of the calluses on his fingertips, the softness of his hair, the love pouring from his blue irises. You were completely encapsulated by everything that was JJ Maybank.

“God, baby..feel so good, you’re so good.” His moaning was the sexiest sound you had ever heard, and you knew you’d never get enough of it.

“JJ!” You gasped, feeling him hit that spot inside you again, tightening around him. His grip on your hips tightened, bruising the skin.

“Shit, do that again baby.” You did, and a string of curses left his mouth. “I don’t know how long I can last baby...I’ve waited too long...you feel too good.” You could tell by the strain in his voice he was holding back his high, trying to stick it out for you. You shushed him, petting his hair and kissing his neck.

“Let go baby, come for me, I want to watch you.” You whispered in his ear, and his head tipped forward onto your shoulder as his groan at your words echoed through the empty house. “Look at me, J. Look me in the eyes when you come inside me baby.” He lifted his head, and the second he made eye contact with you, he was done for. He released into you without a second though, riding out his high for as long as he could before his body was shuddering at the stimulation. His lip was cut slightly from how hard he had been biting it, and his pupils were blown wide from the pleasure. You grabbed his face, kissing him sweetly. Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, catching your breath.

“Fuck, I love you. I’m so sorry I waited this long to tell you.” His words brought a calm wave over you, making you smile.

“I love you too, J. So much. And I don’t know exactly how this works, friends to more or whatever, but I know that I never want to not be able to kiss you again.” He giggled at your words, kissing you again. You were both so lost in each other, you almost didn’t notice the distant voices approaching. The rest of the Pogues were coming up to make sure you two didn’t kill each other. As soon as you heard Pope’s voice, you pushed JJ away, looking frantically for your scattered clothes. JJ hissed as he quickly pulled out of you, finding his boxer briefs and shorts quickly. You hopped off of the counter, pulling your shirt on frantically, and finding your shorts, sliding them over your legs and buttoning them quickly before the door loudly swung open.

“See, I told you they were fine.” Kie said, pointing in your direction. “Now can we leave them to sort their shit out.” She sounded annoyed that the boys had dragged her up here. John B and Pope were too busy assessing the situation in front of them to acknowledge her words. Both of you had wild, messy hair, flushed faces, and were standing at an awkward length from each other. John B noticed your bikini top sitting on the kitchen counter, your bottoms on the floor underneath it. He smirked, as Pope stared with wide eyes.

“Looks like they already figured it out.” His smug expression made your face flush even more so, not being able to look at anyone.

“You guys didn’t….on the freaking counter?!” Pope shook his head in disgust while JJ just smirked your direction.

“Wait you too...Oh my god! Finally!” Kie screamed with excitement. You laughed at her outburst, happy your friends didn’t seem to mind.

“I mean seriously, Y/N, next time you wanna hide it, maybe don’t leave your bikini sitting out...or put your shirt on backwards.” He smirked as you looked down confused, laughing at yourself. You had been in such a rush you hadn’t even noticed.

“Well, now that you guys are finally not pining anymore, can we get back to the party?” Kie said, laughing at you and your backwards shirt.

“I’m down, I’d love to show you off as my girl, babe.” JJ smirked again, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, making you blush further. You nodded as the five of you made your way back to the boneyard.

“Okay, but like, try and keep the macking in front of us to a minimum.” Pope said, looking at JJ, still scarred from almost walking in on you two going at it.

“No promises, man.” He laughed, turning his head to face you, leaning in to whisper just so you could hear him this time. “Now that I finally got you, no fucking promises at all.” You smiled up at him, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. You finally had JJ Maybank.

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