#but i get to put good things in motion once i get home today which is neat

[caramelcleopatraa]

"I want to sit on your face" ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

another porn with a atom's amount of plot

word count: 1,500~

x: !this is not proofread! 😭 please disregard any mistakes <3 I came up with this idea before my current series "suit & tie", but I never got to finish it.... until now 😏 hopefully you guys enjoy this (not quick) quick thing I whipped up.

content: oral ( f receiving )

“Baby…”

“Yes?” Roman responds with curiosity in his eyes. You had been daydreaming about a specific situation. It was almost disturbing the flow of your daily life. Your husband was always up for trying new things. You've brought up ideas to him that have led to countless nights of exhilarating love making. You didn't know why you were so nervous to tell him something so simple. Perhaps it comes with your own matter of insecurities that stopped you from telling him your newly proposed idea. “Nevermind, sorry to bother you.” You turned your back to his desk to walk out of the double doors of your home office. Roman noticed your sudden change in energy and decided to chase after you. His hand gently, but firmly, latched onto your wrist and tugged you towards him. Your back hit his sturdy torso and his hands interlaced with yours. “What’s going on? Y’know you can tell me.”

“U-uhm.. Uh…” Your heart was starting to race and your breathing became heavy. You tried to walk away from him, but you must have forgotten who you married. “Nuh uh, stay right here. Tell me what’s on your mind.” 

“Aren’t you in the middle of some work?” 

“Work doesn’t matter when my wife needs me.” He tenderly kisses the side of your neck and his hands rest on your hips. A tactic he used to calm you down when you're nervous. Just as he was about to console you, you spoke up. “Can we try something tonight?” Romans eyes locked with yours and he already knew what you were insinuating. He took your hand and led you upstairs to your bedroom. All of his movements were slow, but sure and tender. All thoughts of work were left downstairs. His focus was on making sure he could make your fantasies come true tonight. He sat on your bed and held both of your hands in his. His thumbs worked over your soft skin as his chocolate eyes looked up at yours. “Alright. What fun things have you thought of to try today, princess?” 

“I don’t know how to say this so that it sounds normal.” You nervously laugh and he joins you in laughter. Still massaging your hands, he says “Well you know i'm not gonna judge you.” “Yeah, I know” You took a deep breath and gathered the courage you needed to say the next sentence that came out of your mouth. “I want to sit on your face. But I don't really know how it’s supposed to work. Like am I supposed to completely sit or ho-” Your body was suddenly caged by Roman’s arms as he pulled you on to the bed. It wasn't long until your lips connected, cutting off your nervous rambling. Your lips danced in an intimate fight for dominance against him, in which you lost. Pulling away from him, you were finally able to get a glimpse of him. His once gentle eyes were low and dark, and laced with lust. He let go of your body, allowing you to rest next to him. He scoots all the way back to the headboard and puts his head on a pillow. He motions you to come over to him and you crawl to meet him.

‘Sit.” He says. You look at him with a surprised look on your face. Again, his hands imitate a “come hither” motion. You slowly straddle his chest and move to hover above his face. His hands dig into your plush thighs as he admires your body from below.

“So umm.. Am I supposed to-”

“Sit on my face”

“Like fully sit?” The tone in your voice shifts to a more confused one.

“Yes mama”

“What if I'm too heavy and you can't breathe?”

“Mama, I wrestle grown ass men for a living. And I'll tap your thigh if I need some air.”

His lips kissed and sucked at the inside of your thighs. “Stop worrying so much. Be a good girl and let daddy eat his pussy.” Soft moans escaped your mouth while he worked his way up your thighs. His thumb creeped up to your aching clit, softly rubbing up and down while continuing to kiss and suck on your thighs. Your head tilted back as you held onto his wrists. You started to grind against his thumb, but Roman grabbed your hips and held them in place. 

“Uh-uh. On my face.” His grip loosened, but his hands landed on your thighs and pushed you down. His arms snaked around your thighs, making it impossible for you to escape if you tried. You didn’t have enough time to process what happened, but a long stripe on your cunt fogged your brain in the best possible way. Once his tongue reached your clit, he planted a tender kiss before sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue. His hands massaged your thighs while he continued to work his magic. He rotated between teasing you with long stripes up your cunt and ruthlessly abusing your clit. 

Roman’s grip on your thighs still restricted much of your movement. You tried your hardest not to grind against his tongue, but the way he was eating you up made it damn near impossible. His hair laid sprawled out on the pillow below him. His right hand let go of your thigh and quickly slapped your ass, startling you and causing you to jump. “Fuck baby,” You moaned, loving the temporary sting on your ass. After a couple more slaps to your ass, his hand returned to its original place, hugging your thigh and holding you in place. His eyes would remain on you and momentarily close while he relished the taste of your pussy, and the loud slurping sounds he was making added on to your arousal. 

You finally succumbed and softly grinded on his tongue. A salacious moan from him vibrated your clit. In return, your moans started to get louder. You tilted your head down and locked eyes with your lover beneath you. You placed your hands on his while you continued to ride his face. You could see droplets of your juices running down his face. He gives you three taps on your thigh and you immediately rise off of his face with concern. He takes a couple of deep breaths while still keeping his hands on you. “I’m so sorry, did you not want me to do that? i’m sorry i got carried away-“

You take a moment to look at Roman. His beard is littered and decorated with your juices and he keeps eye contact with your pussy the entire time he wasn’t devouring you. “Just need a couple of breaths mama. That’s all,” He says, his eyes finally meeting your beautiful ones. The collective heavy breathing occupied the silence for a couple of seconds before you felt those same hands pulling you down to his mouth. “Don’t mean i’m done. C’mere, need to eat that pussy,” He says, before you’re forced to sit on what will be your new favorite seat. Your consistent babbles and whines only made him harder, making him eat your pussy like a starved man. He loves taking care of his baby. Whether that’s pounding you into the mattress or eating you out until you drench the sheets, it was his favorite thing ever. Seeing you lose your mind because of the things he does to you makes him so ecstatic. 

“Got me addicted to this pussy.” He knew that you loved it when he talked you through it. Every chance that he got, he was gonna talk his shit, and it never failed to make you weak. “aah- oohhh shiiiit daddy you finna- ffuuck make me cum.” He moans into your pussy, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your hips were moving nonstop and you couldn’t stop calling his name. You pried his fingers off of your thighs and intertwined his fingers with yours. His arms were still hugging your thighs in place, and yes, you had the headboard to hold if you lost balance. You wanted to hold him instead. “Ohh myy goddd, daddyy. I’m cummin,” You said, slurring your words due to your mind fogging orgasm. Your movements became uneven and Roman’s hold on your thighs tightened to keep you in place. You let out screams of bliss while Roman lapped up your release, while any remainders he missed landed in his beard. Roman’s hands roamed your lower body as low whines escaped your mouth. He pushed up your hips a little to plant loving kisses on your pussy. “How did I do?”

“Fuck, that was amazing,” You said between ragged breaths. Roman’s deep chuckle vibrated through your body, adding to the intimate atmosphere. You attempted to lay next to him but his hands dug into your skin, preventing you from moving.

“I’m still hungry mama.”

finished this while I was at work :p (so happy that I work at a family business or I would've never finished this today)

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~ your hippie author

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[hubbvrd]

I love you | Joe Burrow

summary — joe takes you to a bengals team party for the first time and on that day he tells you for the first time that he loves you

pairing — joe burrow x reader

words — 1769 words

Once a year, the Bengals team held a not exactly small celebration to which the players brought their girlfriends, wives and children.

This year it was the first time that you would be attending this party alongside Joe as his girlfriend.

From time to time you had already met some of his teammates like Ja'Marr, Sam, Logan, Trey and Tee.

Of the players' partners, you've got a pretty good connection with Morgan, Logan's wife, and Jess, Sam's girlfriend.

You hit it off with both of them right away, so you've been traveling with them quite a bit lately and you've watched a Bengals home game or two together.

Even though you already knew one or two of them, you were quite nervous, so you kept running a hand through your long hair, which you had curled especially for the party.

"You don't need to be nervous, y/n. They'll love you," Joe repeated his sentence again as he skillfully put the car in the parking space and then looked over at you.

His gentle gaze was on you and his lips formed a soft smile as he reached out and placed his hand on your bare knee.

For today, you had put on a bright summer dress that you had bought with Joe at the mall a few days ago.

His thumb ran over your knee in a circular motion and made you start to relax a little.

Joe's touch had a miraculous effect on you in situations where you were quite nervous or tense, so you immediately started to feel better.

In response, you just nodded and swallowed down all the negative thoughts that were running through your head.

Today's celebration was your first public appearance together in front of his team. Even though you had been to the stadium from time to time to cheer on Joe and the Bengals with Morgan and Jess, Joe and you had taken it pretty slow so far.

Not because you didn't want to appear together in public, but rather because Joe wanted to protect you.

Protect you from the public. Because he knew exactly how nasty and hard life in the public eye could be with the fans and the media, which is why he wanted to keep you out of it as much as possible.

Until now, only a few people knew that Joe and you had been dating for five months.

Every now and then, rumors that Joe was back in steady hands would spill out into the public, so that the media literally ran their mouths for a few days until things calmed down again.

But not once has your name been mentioned. You knew that this would soon come to an end, as you were now firmly at Joe's side, but you didn't want to worry about that for the time being.

"Are you ready?" Joe asked you after you got out of the car and he grabbed your hand.

His warm, slightly rough fingers intertwined your fingers with his and you immediately felt a pleasant security that let you know that Joe would be by your side the whole evening.

Before you had driven off, he had even told you repeatedly that he would leave the party early with you if it got too much for you or you started to feel uncomfortable.

It was really sweet and incredibly thoughtful of Joe to be so attentive to your well-being and to care about you.

You weren't used to these little things from your two previous relationships, so you appreciated these small gestures from him all the more.

And that was one of the reasons why you fell head over heels in love with the Bengals quarterback.

"I'm ready," you assured him after taking another deep breath in and out.

"If you need some space from the party or want to leave, give my hand a big squeeze and let's get out of here, okay?"

Joe pulled you a little closer to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead, which made you smile.

"I will," you promised him before you walked hand in hand to the garden of the large property where the party would take place.

In the middle of the lawn, a large white table had found its place, at which over a hundred people were sure to be seated.

There was also a huge buffet, a bouncy castle for children and other child-friendly activities, such as a photo box and beautiful, bright and friendly decorations.

A few children were playing together, while small groups had formed here and there, chatting and having a drink together.

"Everything all right?" Joe asked you as he gently stroked the back of your hand with his thumb.

"All good," you replied honestly, with a smile on your lips.

Because everything really was fine. At home, you had imagined countless thoughts of panic, but now, as you stood here and saw this peaceful atmosphere, you began to feel directly that everything would be fine.

"Let me introduce you to a few people."

Joe gently pulled you over to a group consisting of a few men and women.

And you knew that you would certainly be shaking countless hands over the next hour, but you didn't mind because you were looking forward to meeting Joe's teammates and their partners.

- - -

"And what's your first impression of the others?" Morgan inquired curiously as you sat next to each other at the buffet and enjoyed the delicious appetizers.

"They're all really super nice, but I've forgotten more than half of their names," you admitted with a laugh as you reached for a brownie and placed it on your plate.

"It took me a really long time to even remember names. But I actually still don't know who one or two of them are," Morgan replied with a laugh, making me giggle.

You understood this all too well. Because there really were an incredible number of names to remember.

"You and Joe really are a cute couple, by the way," Morgan spoke up after a few seconds of silence, during which you loaded several things onto your plates.

You noticed how your cheeks took on a slightly rosy hue as you sheepishly wrapped a curl around my finger.

"He's been really happy again for a long time. Logan and the other boys have so many positive things to say. Joe sometimes just runs around with a beaming smile."

"Oh yes, do I?" you suddenly heard the voice of your friend next to you, who was snatching a brownie and popping it into his mouth.

"Yes, you are," said Logan suddenly, who had now also joined you and put his hand on his wife's stomach and stung it.

The two of them would soon become parents for the first time and indeed, whenever you saw them, Morgan talked almost non-stop about her unborn daughter, so that for weeks now your joy had been washed over and you could hardly wait to meet baby Wilson.

Joe wrapped his arms around you from behind, so that you snuggled up to him with a smile and then lifted the plate a little higher so that he could take another piece or two.

In fact, you loaded the plate with all the sweet stuff more or less just for Joe, because you knew how much he loved sweets.

"Thanks, babe," Joe said and pressed a gentle kiss to your hair before taking something from the plate again.

Shortly afterwards, the four of you started talking again, joined one by one by Ja'Marr, Tee, Sam and his girlfriend.

It was a really relaxed and fun conversation, so you started to feel more and more comfortable and relaxed with every minute that passed in the conversation, so that you started to talk more and more and at some point it felt like you had known everyone forever.

Joe had his arms wrapped around you the whole time as he kept pressing a gentle kiss to your hair.

At some point, he put the now empty plate down on a table behind him before reaching for your hand.

"If you'll excuse us for a moment, we have a little date with the photo box," he said, pulling you along with him towards the photo box before you could even say anything.

As the photo box was currently occupied, you both took a look in the box, which contained a few disguise options, such as hats, scarves and funny glasses.

"That's funny," Joe mumbled with a broad grin as he began to rummage around in the box.

You watched with a grin as he kept pulling things out of the box and then shaking his head again and again until he finally found something he was reasonably happy with.

Joe put a pair of oversized glasses on your nose, while he put a pair of alien glasses on his own nose and then pulled you into the free box.

"So how does this work now?" you asked as you pushed the goggles back onto your nose and looked at the large screen, perplexed.

"Just a second," Joe replied intently as he tapped the screen a few times until he said, "There, done." he said.

The two of you positioned yourselves in a funny pose as the seconds ticked down and shortly afterwards the photo was taken.

For the next few photos, you fooled around a bit more until Joe pulled you a little closer for the last one.

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Before the photo was taken, Joe opened his mouth and uttered the three words that set off the butterflies in your stomach.

"I love you, y/n," Joe said, surprising you so much with these words that your eyes literally became the size of dinner plates and your mouth opened slightly.

Joe put his hands to your cheeks and gently stroked your cheeks with his thumbs as he moved a little closer to you and murmured the three words against your lips again.

"I love you so much, y/n."

And before you could even begin to say anything back, Joe had already placed his lips on yours.

While the butterflies in your stomach wouldn't stop fluttering around, your hands slowly moved up to Joe's neck as you gently returned the kiss until your lips became a little more demanding.

And this moment would forever be one of the most wonderful and amazing memories with Joe.

And very soon, when the kiss ended, you would say those three words to him too and you would kiss again.

#joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow imagines #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #nfl imagines #nfl imagine #nfl #cincinnati bengals #nfl fic #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fic

[pogueswrld]

*•.¸♡ make up sex ♡¸.•*

pairing: fred weasley x fem!plus-sized!reader

summary: Freddie talks too much, and his girlfriend is exhausting all the ways she knows to shut him up. Softly, of course.

warnings: smut🦢!1!1!1!1! there's plot and fluff, and everyone's of age ofc, although it is hinted that reader is still in Hogwarts, kinda sub!Fred top!reader, like he's whining and panting and begging and shit (bites lip) ANYWAY, dick riding hehe, no usage of y/n.

note: it is 2:59 pm on a Friday, let's see how fast I write this shit. note 0.2: Okay so it's 5:54 pm on the same day, I think I'm done. This isn't edited, but it took me 3 hours to write 😁

He was still talking. Why, in the name of Merlin, was he still talking?

Dating Fed Weasley is fun, there's no denying that, but Good Heavens isn't that a boy a handful. Both literary and figurative. He's got a wide imagination, a never-squelching desire for knowledge, and a big heart. That is a dangerous combination for a somewhat intelligent and never-quiet man.

She's a saint, his girlfriend, and Ginny made a point to always express that to her. "How do you put up with that all the time?" Gesturing to Fred, who was using his hands in elaborate motions as he went on his fourth rant of the morning on the same subject to George. She'd only shrug, lips engulfing another spoonful of whatever ice cream the girls were sharing. "In one ear and out the other darling."

Not to say that she hates it, or that it bothers her- quite the opposite actually. Fred's excited and hyper personality is what made him so interesting to her, it was what drew her to him in the first place. She enjoys listening to him rant, even about the most random things -he stopped her the other day and explained in great detail how penguins mate and how once the female accepts the male's proposing gestures, they're together for life- and she adores it.

Yes, it sure can be a bit much at times, but she wouldn't change it for the world. Imagine loving a man who was as boring and dry as his older brother, Percy? She would have to jump out of Ginny's bedroom window!

Today was her first day back in the Burrow from Hogwarts for summer break, and she was exhausted, to say the least. She was up from dawn, finishing up the last bits of her packing before leaving for the train station with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. And because she's a good friend, she made sure each of her friends made it to their transportation safely before she and Ron were picked up by Fred and George.

In the car, Ron opened the untameable can of worms by mentioning Bill who was staying over at the Burrow for the summer as well, taking a couple of months' worth of vacation away from the dragons and such. That was the spark Fred needed to blast off into a hundred rants one after the other.

He spoke about seeing Bill again, which is understandable, he hasn't been home in years. He spoke about the dragons, which led to his excited mention of his favorites and how he's going to ask Bill how it was training them. Then he turned to Quidditch training, and even though both him and George had left Hogwarts a year or so ago, the both of them still found time to play the game as a side hobby. After that was all done, George gave her and Ron and update on the shop, and Fred went on and on about all kinds of new candies and flavors and combinations they were working on to add to the store by the beginning of next year.

She was understandably tired by the time the Burrow came into view. And as much as she adores her boyfriend, she needed him to shut the fuck up for twenty minutes. But he's so sweet, and his eyes light up when talking, and he gets this beautiful energy surrounding him when he does it that she doesn't have the nerve to ask him to be silent for a bit. So she excuses herself and tries to bury her body under the covers of his bed.

But he finds her there, and he reports to her that dinner is ready, and that Bill is here, and that she looks so gorgeous on his bed, and that there's a strange animal in the backyard, and that Ginny tried to curse the bathroom when he went in to use it, and that he doesn't understand why she'd do that, and that George is out in the garage, and that-

She jolts up on his bed, her eyes twitching as she stares at him. He looks so beautiful, but he's talking too damn much. She cups his face, and he goes silent and stares at her with wide eyes.

"Wha'?" He mumbled, his lips squished together as she squeezed his cheeks.

"You talk too much, ya' know that?" She said, her thumb slightly caressing the apples of his cheeks.

He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water, and tilts his head ever so slightly. "Do' it bothe' yo'?"

She giggles breathlessly and lets go of his face before pressing her lips tightly against his. "Not all the time, but times like today..." She rests her forehead against his and sighs, "It can be a lot, and I need you to read the room and tone it down a little bit, d'ya think you can do that for me?"

He stares, something in his gaze changes, and he nods. "Of course, baby. Whateva' you want."

Great. Now she feels bad. She sighs and pushes past the blankets swallowing her to sit up on her knees. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him into a hug. "I love you, truly love you, and I don't mean to be mean to you, and you know I love it when you ramble, but I'm really overwhelmed today, darling. I'm sorry."

Fred wraps his arms around her waist in return, hugging her tightly. It's true that he can't always read the room, and now that he's no longer attending school he's got much more free time on his hands than he knows what to do with. It takes him a couple days to be able to read his girlfriend's body language like he used to once she's home from school, and he feels terrible that he was one of the reasons for making her feel so incredibly overwhelmed. He also feels slightly ashamed of his non-stop rambling all day.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, mumbling something into her skin that made her shiver and giggle away from him. "Stop," she breathes in a giggle, "It tickles."

He chuckles, his hands squeezing at the skin of her waist as he stares at her dreamily. "I said, I'm sorry I made you feel overwhelmed, I promise to try and do better."

She grins at him, so brilliantly, that he can't help but lean down and capture her lips in a soaring kiss. "I love you." He mumbles against her lips, and she smiles while trying to kiss him back. "C'mon now, love, let's go have dinner."

Her eyes darken; her pupils widen, and she smiles that mischievous grin that he adores so much, and he groans while throwing his head back. He knows exactly what is on her mind.

"I have a better idea." She whispers, giggling as she throws herself into his lap and kisses him with such force that she's pushing him down on his bed. He yelps, his hands traveling to the bed and her waist, holding on to her for stability. Bubbling heat travels across his body through her kiss, and he sighs when her cold fingertips trace down his arms, sending goosebumps across his body.

Her kisses transfer from his lips to the sides of his mouth, his cheeks, down his jawline, until she's pampering open-mouthed kisses across his neck like stardust.

He sighs, his eyes closed and his head thrown back on the pillow. "Please," He breathed, a low whine undertoning his voice. She shivers above him, her teeth grazing his skin in a teasing bite.

She's always hated the effect his voice has on her.

"Please what, darling?"

He whines. It's low, for her ears only, it's a barely-there breath, but his mouth is right next to her ear and she hears him loud and clear. Her panties dampen almost immediately.

"Please touch me," He whispers. His hands gripped tightly to her thighs. He knows better than to roam her body without permission. She pulls back slightly, blinking up at him with a soft smile and long lashes. "But I am touching you, Freddie."

He knows this game. This cruel, cruel game she adores to play. He whines in pretentious of hating his role, but his hips buck, and his cock twitches underneath the fabrics of his boxers and trousers.

He slowly traces one of his hands from her thighs to her palm before letting her fingers rest on his aching cock. He guides her hands to gently rub him through his clothes and he lets out a breath when her fingers squeeze around him. "Touch me there." He gasps.

She entertains him, allowing him to set the pace and buck into her hold. He releases deep breaths and low whines, stuttering moans every time she tightens her grip around him. She can feel herself getting wetter by the second, how his eyes are shut desperately, his teeth bite down on his bottom lip, and her name is gasped out of his throat with every other movement. It makes her feel powerful, it makes her entire being vibrate.

"That's enough." She mumbles, pulling her hand out of his grasp and bathing in his complaining whines as she pulls off her shirt. He blinks up at her, watching her boobs bounce in the push-up bra she's wearing before she unhooks it and slides it off her shoulders. He blinks again and swallows whatever drool and saliva has gathered in his mouth, causing his Adam's apple to pop along with the action. She smiles at the sight and quickly bends down to leave a swift kiss on it.

"Take off your shirt." She commands him, and he does so without hesitation, throwing the garment somewhere on the floor of the room he shares with his twin brother. He watches her hands intensely as she teases him by running her thumb on the inside of her trouser's elastic, before slowly pulling the item down and off. He groans at the sight of his favorite panties on her; a partially lacey red thong that settles up between her butt cheeks. She always told him how uncomfortable it made her, but the look on his face when he saw it on her made every second she spent wearing it worth it.

"You're trying to kill me, love?" He groans, daring himself to take a dangerous leap and push his thumb against the damp cloth, pushing down on where he knows her clit hides. He glances up at her, watching the way her lips part and her mouth hangs open at his action.

"And what am I to tell George when he asks? Death by a red thong?"

He grins up at her, picking up the speed at which he's rubbing on her bud of nerves. "Only if you're the one wearing it."

She shudders, forcefully holding herself back from grinding against his thumb. Instead, she grips his wrist and pushes it away from her. She hooks two fingers on each side of his trousers and boxers before meeting his eyes, watching as he licks his lips and nods before pulling the clothing items down his hips and legs.

His cock bounces out from underneath the fabric happily, it smacks against his lower abdomen and she giggles at the sight of precum beads rolling down his slit. He whines, throwing his arm on his face to cover the embarrassing blush that matched his hair color. "Don't laugh at me, why're you so mean to me today?"

Her giggle grows louder, and she leans down to push his arm off his face. "I never intend on being mean to you, my darling, you just bring it out of me. I'm sorry." She mumbles as she meets his gaze, her hand cupping one side of his face and he leans towards her touch. "Don't hide from me, yeah?"

He nods.

"Good boy."

He whines, his eyes squeeze shut and his jaw drops when her fingers wrap around him again, but her thumb is collecting his precum before spreading it down his length before she works a steady rhythm going up and down. His whines slowly turn into moans. His noises were so heavenly that she could swear her wetness was flowing through the fabric of her thong and onto the skin of her thighs.

She sees his muscles contracting and she stops, removing her hand from him altogether. He opens his eyes, blinking up at her in confusion as a noise of complaint slips out of his throat. But he swallows it back up when he sees her push her thong to the side and spread her folds before sitting on his length, and she grinds back and forth on him without actually allowing him access to her.

He groans, throwing his head back. She's coating him in her juices and there's a delicious squelching noise coming from between them and it's driving him insane. He sucks air into his lungs through clenched teeth and shudders when she allows a single moan to slip through her parted lips.

Suddenly, he's engulfed in her warmth and he hisses. His hands grip tightly to her thighs, hips, and any plump skin he can find. He squeezes her, hissing, and pants until he's sheathed completely inside of her. "Slow down," He gasps, "Slow- slow down, slow down, slow down." His voice turns from low breaths to almost high-pitched whines, and she leans down and captures his lips in a silencing kiss.

"Need you to lay here and keep your pretty mouth shut, darling, can you do that? Can you stay quiet for me so your family doesn't hear us fucking?" He whines, hips bucking into her warm cunt causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head as he nods mindlessly. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll be quiet. Fuck- please, baby, please fuck me."

She giggles at his desperate whines, and slowly rocks her hips back and forth, just enough movement to send pleasure jolts but not enough to get them going. She was testing the waters, trying to see how loud he could get without giving him much of anything.

Fred was losing his mind, he could feel her walls clamp down on him every time she moved back, and he could feel himself nudging against her feel-good spot every time she moved forward. Her wetness made a mess out of both of them, making it easy to slide into her and pick up the pace.

He arched his back slightly, just enough to hint at her to go faster. Because she was starting to feel frustrated, she obliged. She switched from grinding down on him to bouncing, her knees and hips working overtime to not make a noise every time her ass cheeks met his thighs.

She's now moaning, leaning down to muffle her noises by his neck or breathe them directly into his ear. Fred's eyes roll to the back of his head every time, and his hands grab onto the fat of her hips to help her.

"I-" She gasps, pushing herself upwards, clamping down on him tightly before forcing deep thrusts with her movement. "I'm gonna cum." She whimpers, and her legs begin to shake and fail her. Fred let out a loud breath that turned into a whimper before pushing himself up and, with a tight hold of her hips, forced her up and down his cock.

"Wa- wanna feel you. Wanna feel you gush around me. Give it to me, please." He whines, his words muffled into her temple, his eyes closed as her walls flutter around him, her body shivering against him and her lips part in long whines. One of his hands sneaked in between them, and his thumb drew quick circles around her clit, just enough to electrify her over the edge.

She freezes up, squeezes down on him and Fred is gone. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly down on him, the repeated squeeze of her walls stimulated him over the edge and they were shaking through their highs together. Her hands were buried in his hair, his hands holding onto her hips, while their lips interlocked in an overflowing kiss.

A few seconds later, their mouths parted as they gasped for air, holding onto one another as their highs dwindled. He traced random shapes on her bare back while she scratched at his scalp in a way she knew he loved.

He was the first to pull back, looking up at her with nothing but love and adoration. He tilts his head and grins, "Do you still want to go down for dinner?"

She laughs, heartily and loudly out of his arms and back onto the bed. "If you'll be going downstairs for a plate, get me one with you. There's no way I can look your mum in the eye after this."

#fred weasley #weasley twins #bill weasley #george weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x fem!reader #plus sized reader #harry potter #hp fandom #hp fanfic

[imaginetheonewith]

The one where Chandler & Y/N end up having a fake baby

Pairing: Chandler Bing x f!reader

Warnings: reader is a little bit of a bi*ch in the beginning, but other than that no <3

Author's note: loosely based on “The One With The East German Laundry Detergent” (only in the beginning); also I know I have been a little bit inactive here, but requests are open.

"So, Saturday night, the big night, date night, Saturday night, Sat-ur-day night!"

Chandler's excited voice sounded behind you, before he jumped next to the sofa, almost tripping while doing his little dance. You, Phoebe, Ross, Joey and Monica looked at him from your place around the sofa, before exchanging a knowing look between yourselves. As always, the weekend got Chandler way too excited to not do anything and spend his entire day hanging out at the coffee house, before he gets home so he can watch "Baywatch".

"No plans, huh?", Joey asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Not a one", Bing sighed, taking a seat at the empty chair next to the bar. A sudden thought entered your mind and you bit your lip, trying to suppress your smirk.

"Not even, say, breaking up with Janice?", you asked innocently, before bringing the cup of already cold cappuccino to your lips. He gave you annoyed look and you bashed your lashes at him, trying to ignore Ross' snickering next you.

"Oh right... right...", the brunette man murmured under his breath, his finger moving up and down, as if he was mentally calculating the priority of the said task in his imaginary "to-do list". Suddenly his eyes widened, before he jumped on his chair and extended his arms towards you.

"Shut up" he almost yelled through a wide smile, before slumping back to his original position with a scowl on his face.

It was not a secret that while they have been dating for months, Chandler and Janice's relationship was questionable... to everyone. What was supposed to be a one night stand ended in a rapidly progressing relationship, in which Chandler has been trying to break things off almost every week, so far unsuccessfully (apart from that one weekend a few months ago). While all of his friends were showing sympathy at the beginning, you couldn't help but feel bad for Janice too. Sure, she was loud and annoying, and overly excited about everything, but she was also clearly in love with your best friend.

"Chandler, nobody likes breaking up with someone", Monica tried to reason, putting her coffee down on the table, "You just gotta do it."

The man rolled his eyes, before opening and closing his mouth a few times, trying to find the best words to describe his reasons for trying to avoid meeting with Janice today.

"No, I know, but it's just so hard, you know? I mean, you're sitting there with her, she has no idea what's happening, and then you finally get up the courage to do it, and there's the horrible awkward moment when you've handed her the note."

You almost spit your coffee at his last words, and you had to get a few back rubs from Joey in order to be able to get a gulp of fresh air. Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you eyed Chandler with suspicion.

"I can't believe you!", you exclaimed, lifting your hands in front of your face, "Are you not feeling at least a little bit bad for her? You've been stringing her along for months. She deserves to know the truth."

"Stringing her along?", he bit back, looking at you in disbelief, "She has been holding me hostage for months. There is a slight difference there, Y/N."

You opened your mouth to reply but the words stopped in your mouth once you felt Ross's warm hand on yours. He shook his head in a "no" motion, silently telling you that no matter what you say, you won't be able to reason with your friend.

From all of the people in the group, you knew Ross and Chandler the longest. Ross was one of your best friends during college and Chandler was... well, Chandler. He was a good and funny guy, yet your friendship never really evolved in anything past the stage of acquaintances. While you spend time together with everyone else, you never hang out alone and you if by any chance you meet on the street or in the coffee house, you have nothing more than a short casual chat about the weather or today's news.

It was not that you did not like Chandler. He was kind, good-looking, smart and with an amazing sense of humor. You even had a crush on him for a whole year after you met him, despite his weirdly styled hair. However, his commitment issues and inability to stay serious in any type of situation quickly made you realize that there is zero chance for something to happen between you and you are better off as just friends. Chandler has also never really showed any interest in you, other than jokingly flirting with you every now and then, but he did that with everyone so you never read into it too much.

Sensing the awkward silence, Joey was the first to break it by giving his typical advice.

"Why do you have to break up with her?", he raised his shoulders and looked between all of you, as if searching for your support, "Be a man, just stop calling."

You, Phoebe and Monica let out a groan in unison, rolling your eyes at him. While comments like this did stop bothering you a long time ago, you were feeling obliged to show your dissatisfaction at some of his relationship opinions.

Chandler looked at him for a few seconds, his mind deep in thought, but then shook his head, before looking at the rest of the group for help.

"Oh, I know, I know!", Phoebe jumped up and down of the sofa, while clapping her hands, "Y/N can join you."

Your eyes widened and you turned towards her, ready to protest, but were interrupted by Chandler, who looked more annoyed than shocked.

"Oh, thanks, but I think she'd feel like we're gangin' up on her."

"Plus", you added, "I wouldn't want to risk ending up in a poly relationship. I mean Janice is fine, but Chandler..."

"Hey!", he pointed at you, "I am a great lover."

"And almost 6 years of friendship, we are still waiting for a reliable source to testify to that statement", you looked towards the ceiling, while tapping your index finger on your chin, "Oh wait... there is none."

The moment you said these words, you felt the feeling of regret washing over you. The comment sounded way funnier in your head, but it came out way harsher than you intended it to be. And judging by the look on Chandler's face, he also didn't find any humor in it.

"Chandler, I..."

"No, no, you're right."

With these words, he stood up and headed towards the door, before slamming it behind him. You felt of the group's eyes on you and for the first time in your life, you wished there will be a sudden earthquake which will open the deepest crack in the floor, where you can spend your remaining days drowning in guilt and misery.

"Wow", Ross muttered, sneakily looking towards Monica, who silently mouthed "I know" at him.

"I don't know why I said that...", you buried your head in your hands and exhaled deeply, "Can this day get any worse than that? I am so sorry guys." The friends looked at each other and soon they all sat around you on the sofa, embracing your slumped body in their arms. You stayed like that for a few minutes, before you murmured you had to get home. It seems your Saturday was already doomed.

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No matter how hard you tried to take your mind off Chandler, he was the only thing you could think about. The harshness of your words kept ringing inside your head, filling you with guilt.

Why did you even said that? It seems the words escaped your lips, before you even had the chance to think them over. And the worst part was you had no idea how you can make things right. Would he ever speak to you again? Would he even give you the chance to listen to you?

Frustrated with all the questions in your head, you turned off the TV and quickly grabbed your bag and coat. You needed to get out of your apartment and get somewhere where you could have some time to think. Maybe even speak to someone... and what better place to do this than "Central Perk"?

10 minutes later and a hot cup of pumpkin latte, you quickly regretted your decision once Chandler barged through the door. In a minute of panic you quickly ducked at the front of the sofa, hoping that he has not seen you.

"Y/N?"

You cursed under your breath, before lifting your head. Chandler was sitting on the edge of the sofa, looking at you with a slight smirk on his lips.

"Chandler!", you sat on your knees, while brushing your hair on the side, "I did not see you there."

"Strange", he smiled sarcastically, cocking his head to the side, "I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that your head was buried into the carpet."

You let out an awkward chuckle, lifting yourself onto the couch. You licked your lips, trying to gather at least one reasonable excuse for the position he found you in.

"Ha-ha, you see....", you paused, letting out another chuckle, "I was actually... checking for bugs."

"Bugs?", Chandler raised his eyebrows.

"Yes!", you exclaimed, almost too excitedly, "You see I thought something bit me earlier, so I decided to investigate what it was."

The man looked at you for a minute, carefully studying your face in silence. You met his gaze, but soon felt a drop of sweat slowly sliding down your forehead. The intensity of his stare made you shift uncomfortably in your place and you let another awkward chuckle, gathering the courage to speak about what happened earlier.

"Look, Chandler..."

He lifted his palm towards you, stopping your sentence:

"Look, I am not mad. You are right, I do not have great record with women and I know that it is because of me that most of my relationships don't work."

You closed your eyes, letting out a small sign. Without much hesitation, you reached towards one of his hands, wrapping your fingers around it.

"You are an amazing, amazing man, Chandler Bing", you opened your eyelids again, only to find him already staring at you. The sudden eye contact caused a warm feeling to wash over your whole body and you bit your lips in order to stop any inappropriate thought slipping out.

"You are smart, funny, kind and an amazing friend. And while you may not have found your soulmate yet, I know she is one very, very lucky lady. Because I know I would be, if I end up with someone like you."

His fingers squeezed your hand and his body shifted towards you, without breaking eye contact. You gulped, feeling the blood rushing towards your cheeks. You have not seen Chandler like this for years, yet the feeling of his warm skin on yours and his musky perfume made your old feelings rush like a waterfall on you.

"Oh. My. God."

The sudden sound of Janice's voice made you jump apart, resulting with Chandler being on the floor.

"Chandler", Janice exclaimed, looking between both of you, "What is the meaning of this?"

He opened his mouth, but could get nothing more than a groan, so he quickly closed it again. Lifting himself, he opened his arms to his girlfriend, letting out a fake laugh.

"Janice, I am so glad you are here!", he cried, before turning towards the bar, "Can I get an espresso and two lattes over here, please?"

He pushed the dark haired woman towards the sofa, pushing her to sit next to you. You smiled awkwardly at her, putting your bag on your shoulder.

"Nice to see you, Janice! I was just going. Hope you two have a nice.... date?"

You made an attempt to get up, but felt a hand harshly pulling you back down. Looking down, Janice's red nails were firmly wrapped around your wrist, keeping you in place.

"Nuh-uh, missy. I want to know what is going on between you and Chandler."

"Me and Chandler?", you chocked, putting a hand on your chest, "There is nothing going on between us. I don't understand... We are just friends."

She finally let go of your hand, only to cross her arms in front of her chest and squint her eyes at you.

"Really?", her voice suddenly got higher and louder, making you wince, "So you just tell al your friends you would feel lucky if you ended up with them."

"Where is the coffee? Where is the coffee?", Chandler shook on his chair next to you.

You on the other hand could not form even one sentence. Like a mouse trapped in a trap, you could do nothing more than to stare back at her with wide eyes and flushed face. Were you that into Chandler, that you could not see his girlfriend right behind you?

Before you could form any words into your defense, Chandler spoke:

"We are dating. Y/N and I are dating."

Both you and Janice both turned your heads towards him at the same time.

"What?", you said in unison.

"That's right", he nodded, quickly wiping the sweat of his forehead with his shirt sleeve, "We have been dating for six months now."

Janice stared at him in shock for few minutes, before bursting into laughter.

"My little Bing-a-ling!", she grabbed a handful of his cheek, pulling him towards her, "I get it now! This is one of your silly little jokes! You almost got me there!"

He continued laughing, while Chandler's face twisted in pain. His eyes met yours and he mouthed "Help me", while trying to pull away from the woman's grip. You spend a second, considering if that is a good time to leave, but against your better judgement you decide to play along.

"Janice", you grabbed her hand away from Chandler's cheek, turning her towards you, "It is true. Me and Chandler are together."

"But how?", her eyes started to fill with tears, before she turned towards him, "Are you cheating on me?"

"What? NO!"

You quickly glared at Chandler, making him only shake his shoulders in response.

"Then how is this possible?", Janice kept looking between both of you, trying to make sense of the situation.

"She is keeping me hostage", your friend suddenly said, making you roll your eyes. You were trying to go along with his little story but he was making it really, really difficult. You started to wonder if you didn't do a mistake by staying here.

"Hostage?", Janice yelled, getting the attention of a few customers around you. You smiled awkwardly at them, before squeezing her hand once again and giving a warning look to Chandler to keep his mouth shut.

"No, I am not keeping anyone hostage", you assured her, "And we have not told you the full truth."

You took a moment of silence and looked at Chandler for help, but he had his nose buried in his third cup of espresso. Letting out a small sign, you've pulled Janice's hand till it rested on your stomach:

"The truth is... I am pregnant... with Chandler's child."

Your words made him choke on his drink and some of the liquid started dripping out of his nose. Janice looked at you with an open mouth, barely blinking.

"Pregnant?... What... How?"

"Well... You and Chandler were broken up a few months ago and I felt so lonely that I invited him for a movie... Then one thing led to another, and... Boom! I am pregnant."

Finally getting himself together, Chandler took a seat next to Janice and rubbed comforting circles on her shoulder.

"Janice, I am really, really sorry!"

Both of her looked at her shocked form, waiting for her to burst into tears, but surprisingly that never happened. You and your friend exchanged worrying looks, before you cautiously asked:

"Janice, are you okay?"

Shaking her head she gave a thin lipped smile, before turning to Chandler:

"Listen, Bing... I really like you and you are very nice guy, but I don't think it could work out between us. I mean you are going to have a baby with Y/N and I am not ready to be a step-mom. I really hope you understand and I do wish you the best."

She turned towards you:

"To both of you."

With these words she stood up and grabbed her coat, leaving you and Chandler frozen on the sofa. Only once she was out of the door, you relaxed back and let out the breath, which you didn't even know you were holding.

"A baby?", Chandler asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"A hostage?", you asked back, raising yours. Seeing your logic, he nodded his head, before letting out a quiet chuckle: "Oh, freedom does taste niiiceeee."

You let out a laugh, gently packing him on the back. But before you could congratulate him on his new status as a single man, Ross, Monica, Joey, Phoebe and Rachel ran through the door, almost jumping on top of both of you:

"You two are going to have a baby?"

Oh crap.

#chandler bing x y/n #chandler bing #friends imagine #friends fanfic #chandler bing x reader #f.r.i.e.n.d.s #fandom #90s #fanfic #imagine #fluff

[eyesofshinigami]

It's The Little Things

Rating: G

CW: None

Tags: Established relationship, fluff, projection (lol), Short and sweet

Prompt: From @shofarshogood "Love is doing the dishes even when it's the worst chore ever"

WC: 900

Written for @steddielovemonth Day 5

If there is one chore Eddie could spend the rest of his life never doing again, it would be doing dishes. He hates it with flaming, raging passion. He’d almost rather be eaten by demobats again, but he would never say as much in front of Steve. It makes him all mopey when he says shit like that, even though Eddie’s pretty sure it was his near death, so he gets to joke about it.

At any rate, Eddie absolutely loathes washing dishes. He hates the feeling of wet food on his hands, the way it gets up under his fingernails. He hates the sound of the sponge squeaking against glass. He especially hates how he can never seem to stay dry while he washes them, either. It never fails, he always ends up a sopping wet mess (along with the floor, the counter, the pile of mail he still hasn’t opened yet…)

He would happily go the rest of his life without ever washing a single dish again.

Thankfully, Steve seems to find doing dishes therapeutic, or some shit. He always tells Eddie that it gives him the chance to zone out, to let his brain turn off and go on autopilot. Which, Eddie can kind of relate to, considering it’s the same sort of zen he finds when he’s folding their clothes. Especially towels. Eddie really likes folding towels.

Anyway, it works out. Eddie washes clothes and Steve does the dishes. It’s a pretty good balance and it means their dishes are always clean and they never run out of laundry.

Except lately, Steve has been swamped. Between working twelve-hour EMT shifts and trying to study for his finals, there just hasn’t been time. The dishes have just… been piling up in the sink. To the point where it’s kind of starting to overflow.

Shamefully, it takes Eddie a little bit longer to notice, considering that it’s not on his usual chore list. It isn’t until he’s having to precariously rest a cereal bowl on the pile so it doesn’t collapse that it actually occurs to him that maybe, just maybe, it’s time to fucking wash the dishes.

He lets out a sigh. God, he hates doing dishes, but… but he knows that Steve is too tired, has too much going on. It wouldn’t kill him to do it just this once, to make sure it’s one more thing his boyfriend doesn’t have to worry about. If he can make Steve’s life just a little bit easier, he can brave some stuck-on food and grimy soapy water.

So, Eddie pulls up his metaphorical big boy panties and grabs the dish soap and starts the tap running. Thankfully, he manages to locate the bright yellow gloves that Steve uses to clean under the sink, which should make this more tolerable. He pops one of his metal mixes into the cassette player and gets to work, bobbing his head and trying not to think about what might lurking under the soapy water.

He lets himself get lost in the repetition of it, scrubbing then rinsing then putting in the drainer that Steve insisted they buy when they moved in together. So lost, in fact, that he doesn’t hear the front door opening or the sound of approaching footsteps, until Steve is suddenly appearing in the doorway.

“Christ!” Eddie yells, almost dropping the slotted spoon he was washing.

“Sorry, baby. But uh… Eds… what are you doing?” Steve asks, motioning to the sink.

Eddie almost says something flip, it’s on the tip of his tongue, but he can see the dark circles under Steve’s eyes, the way his back is hunched. “Oh, uh, doing the dishes. They were piling up and I figured I was off today, I could just do them.”

Steve blinks at him. “But you hate doing the dishes.”

Eddie blinks back. “Yeah, but I knew you’d be home late. Like I said, I figured I could do them and… you know, help you out?”

Steve blinks again, before the sweetest smile breaks out onto his face. Like sunshine after the rain. “I appreciate that, thank you.” Steve steps into his space, wrapping his arms around Eddie and pulling him into a hug. He doesn’t even seem to care that Eddie’s shirt and sweatpants seem to soaked. “You’re the best.”

“I just washed a couple of dishes, Steve,” Eddie tries to joke, but he nuzzles against Steve, the best he can do right now while he’s still wearing these ridiculous rubber gloves. “You’ve been working hard, baby. I just wanted to make things easier for you.”

Steve lets out a shaky sigh. “You do, Eds. Every day. Thank you.” He leans in for a kiss, soft and sweet and thrilling Eddie down to his toes. When Steve pulls back, he pecks Eddie on the lips one more time before he says, “How about we order Chinese tonight? From the takeout place with the cartons, so we don’t have to dirty any more dishes, hmm?”

“Music to my ears, Stevie. Go order and I’ll finish up here, yeah?”

Steve nods and Eddie watches him walk away, seeing the way Steve is still smiling like Eddie just handed him a million bucks or something.

He might still hate it, but Eddie would wash all the dishes in the world to see Steve smile like that every day of the week.

#les writes thing #steddie #steddielovemonth #rating: g #fluff

[foreverdolly]

baby butler | dad!austin butler x pregnant!reader

summary: you get pregnant while in australia, your husband still in the process of filming for the elvis biopic. you have yet to make any kind of announcement about the fast approaching birth of your son, so when the paparazzi begin snapping pictures, you panic. austin, being wildly protective of you and his unborn child, does a little more than just put his foot down. | this was a request by an anon as well as @abloversblog and @diva-1992 .

this is a prequel to my fic "baby-bliss", but you can read this as a stand alone !

pairings: dad! austin butler x pregnant! reader

word count: 3,964

warnings/notes: tons of fluff, mentions of covid, austin's elvis accent is thick in this, austin in this fic makes me want to die because he's just so cute, he totally wanted to beat the dog snot out of the photographer, austin is literally so hot in this fic and i can't even explain why.

masterlist | requests are currently closed.

Getting pregnant while both you and your husband were still in Australia for the filming of Elvis wasn’t part of the plan. The two of you were newly weds, and children were always part of the bigger picture for you and Austin, but never so soon. Neither of you had been too surprised when the test had come back positive though. You two had been playing a dangerous game for the better part of two years, and it had finally come back to bite you in the ass. Austin had been more excited than you had been towards the beginning. You knew how long his days on set were, and the last thing you wanted was to go through the motions of it all alone, but after the first few weeks he had constantly proved himself to be a diligent soon-to-be father. He insisted that you visit him whilst on set, just so that he could eat lunch or dinner with you every day. He would have groceries delivered to your house, just so that you didn’t have to go out all alone during the days that hit you a bit harder. Any free time that he had was spent with you. He was absolutely ecstatic. Austin had always been good to you, but he had gone out of his way to show you just how much he cared. 

You didn’t feel alone. Not once. Today was one of Austin’s off days, which was a rarity. He enjoyed spending the time at home, curled up in bed with a good book, his free hand pressed against your pregnant belly, or playing the guitar and asking your opinion on the way he sounded. Today had been a very lazy day, much like all of your other days. You were far enough into your pregnancy where all you wanted to do was sleep or watch television. You had to be careful about being out and about while you were with Austin now that you were showing. The two of you had decided that you didn’t want to announce anything to the public yet, especially since the hype for the upcoming film was at an alltime high. You were used to having your entire life dissected, but this was different. This was your baby, and you didn’t want anything to dull the overwhelming joy the two of you felt. “I just don’t think I’m gettin’ it right.” Austin dropped his hand from the neck of the guitar, pushing his dark locks back agitatedly. You shook your head, struggling to pull yourself up into a sitting position. Austin quickly lurched forward, outstretching his arm so that he could help you, but you were quick to dismiss him with a wave of your hand. “Try it one more time. I think you sound just like him, but you’re the expert, not me.” He rolled his eyes with a smile, shaking his head a few times before he began to play again, starting from the beginning. 

You couldn’t count on both your fingers and toes how many times you’ve heard ‘That’s All Right’ today, let alone over the last few months. Despite the fact that it was repetitive, you never got bored of it. He’d move around the living room like it was your very own private concert, going out of his way to make you smile or swoon. Austin was adorable. You watched him carefully, your eyes flickering between his face, swaying hips, and his fingers as he strummed animatedly. Just as you were about to praise him you felt a sharp pain in your ribs, and movement as the baby shifted. You were quick to wince, sucking in a breath through your teeth. The guitar was on the floor next to the coffee table in the blink of an eye, your husband down on his knees in front of you. “Hey- Hey, pretty girl. You doin’ alright?” He rubbed your arms up and down, helping you scoot towards the edge of the couch. “Yeah. Your son just decided to karate kick me in the ribs.” Austin bit his lip, fighting off a smile as he pointed his finger at your stomach. “Hey!” You let out a small laugh as he playfully glared at your belly. “We talked about this, lil man! Stop beatin’ on your mama!” You shook your head, reaching out to take his hand so that you could press it against the thin fabric of your shirt. His eyes softened as he felt the movement against his palm, watching your stomach with fascination. “He’s a wild one, I’m tellin’ you what.” 

“He likes the sound of your voice.” You loved being able to feel your son’s movement. It reminded you that he was healthy, and while most mother’s you had spoken to liked to complain, you knew that it was something that you would treasure. “Well I guess I can stop practicin’ then. If he thinks his daddy is good enough, then I’ll take it.” Austin’s southern drawl was as thick as ever as he spoke to you, and though it had taken a lot of getting used to, you quite liked it. He knew that too, and enjoyed using it as a way to tease. You certainly weren’t complaining though. “How about we go on a quick walk? Just around the block?” As tired as you felt, you were beginning to feel restless being indoors. There wasn’t much you could do since everybody was on lockdown, but you tried to get fresh air whenever you could. You felt like you were starting to go insane. “Of course. C’mon,” he stood up, reaching both of his hands down for you. You thankfully took them, and he helped to lift you off of the couch. “God, I’m getting huge.” You muttered to yourself, shuffling off to the bedroom so that you could grab a jacket out of the closet. “It’s so cute.” Austin leaned against the doorframe, waiting patiently for you with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. He had already slipped on his sneakers. “I certainly don’t feel cute.” You turned to look at him, your eyebrow quirking up in disbelief. You felt like you were getting bigger by the day. Your husband, despite your growing size, still couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He seemed to have a newfound appreciation for your body now that you were carrying his child. “Well you sure look it, honey. Before we leave the house, have you taken your-” “Prenatal? Yes.” You interrupted, knowing exactly what he was going to ask. He was a helicopter parent already, and the poor boy wasn’t even born yet. 

People had helped to set certain expectations as far as childbirth went, but no one had prepared you for how you would feel once you hit the seventh month mark. Everything hurt. Your ankles were swollen, your back felt like it might snap in half at any given moment, and you found it hard to do even the simplest tasks. Not that Austin minded helping you with anything and everything. He had been strict about what you could and couldn’t do, going the extra mile to do research on what might put stress on your health. You shrugged on your jacket, your husband breezing past the doorway and into the room so that he could reach down, grabbing your sneakers out of the closet. “You know the drill, little lady. Hand on the shoulder.” You chuckled, happily obeying him. He lifted up your foot as you put your hand down, using his broad shoulder for leverage as he tied up your shoe, then moved to the other side. “What would I do without you?” You cooed, and he instantly recognized your teasing. “Only wear slip ons.” Before you could laugh at his joke he was reaching down, giving your bottom a firm slap before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Let’s blow this joint, yeah? I’m goin’ stir crazy.” You hummed in agreement, following him out the front door. 

The flat that the studio had provided for you and Austin was gorgeous, with tons of natural lighting and enough space to not make it feel so cramped. Even so, being locked up constantly was beginning to take its toll on you. You looked forward to going to the filming locations each day not just to see Austin, but also to get the hell out of the house. Austin tried to pull you in the direction of the elevator, but you quickly denied. “I want to try and get all of my steps in.” Austin knew that you were hardheaded, but you had gotten even worse during your pregnancy. He shook his head in disbelief, but gave in quickly, moving to your other side so that you could grab the railing in one hand, and his arm in the other. It took the two of you a record breaking two minutes to get down the two flights of stairs, and by the end of it you felt like you might just keel over right there. Despite your aching bones you pushed through, practically jogging through the lobby doors. “Fresh air!” You called out excitedly, pumping your left fist in the air as Austin intertwined his fingers with yours. “You’re out here actin’ like I’m holdin’ you hostage or somethin’.” He tugged you gently so that you would be a little closer to him, the two of you walking along the sidewalk. 

He walked on the side closest to traffic, your hands swinging between the two of you. As much as you missed home, you couldn’t deny how beautiful Australia was. You hadn’t gotten many opportunities to do much exploring, but what you had seen was breathtaking. You didn’t get to do much traveling when you were a kid, so you were happy to follow Austin wherever his job took him. He never liked leaving you alone for long periods of time, so he always fought to bring you along with him when he went overseas. “Am I waddling? I feel like I am.” You tried to look down at your feet while you walked, but found it nearly impossible to see over your pregnant belly. “I think it’s adorable.” He purred, raising your entwined hands up to his lips so that he could give your wrist a soft kiss. You groaned, shaking your head back and forth. You found certain changes embarrassing, and the pregnant walk? You hated it. “Two more months. Just two more months, and he’ll be here.” He liked to remind you that you wouldn’t feel like this forever, and thank god for that. You were eager to finally see your son after loving him for so long. Austin felt the exact same way. Though he had mixed feelings about the filming process of the movie finally coming to an end, he was excited to get home so that he could get started on the nursery. He talked about it constantly. You always thought that you would be the one that was crazy about nursery decorations and purchasing baby clothes, but Austin definitely took the cake. When Austin was at work and in between scenes, he was texting you nonstop pictures. From baby carriages to breast pumps that he had done hours of research on, he was relentless. His father had already made multiple trips to your home, and had been nice enough to assemble the crib and changing table. The poor guy had already made one too many trips, taking box after box of items that Austin had purchased into the house. Poor David had sent you a picture just last Thursday, and your living room looked like a UPS storage room.  It was sad that the two of you wouldn’t get to experience the joy of hosting a baby shower, but gifts from your friends and family were constantly pouring in. 

Austin’s grip on your hand tightened for a second, and you were quick to look up at him, trying to gauge why he felt so stiff. He seemed to be staring at something in the distance, and you had to squint your eyes to see just what he was looking at. You were used to people taking pictures or journalists following after the two of you back when you were in California. Thankfully, Australia had been a lot different. Towards the beginning of filming there were some paparazzi every once and a while, but things had died down thanks to Covid. You had almost forgotten what it felt like to have your life intruded upon in such a way, but there they were. Someone driving past must have made a call to a local magazine, that was the only thing you could think of. Austin was quick to turn the both of you around, heading off in the opposite direction so that you could walk back to your house. It wasn’t that you were hiding your pregnancy, but you certainly didn’t want it posted all over god’s green earth. Especially since the two of you hadn’t even said anything about it on social media yet. 

“Fuck off.” Austin spoke under his breath through clenched teeth, dropping your hand so that he could wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you tightly into his side in order to shield you a little better. You weren’t sure if the journalists were already taking photos, but you didn’t dare turn around. You walked a little faster, sucking in a breath. “Austin, what do we do?” Your hands fumbled with the front of your jacket, trying to zip it up. Your husband shook his head, a few strands of his dark locks falling into his eyes. “Don’t even bother. You’re seven months along, and that thin jacket ain’t gonna do nothin’ to hide it.” He was right. You could hear loud footsteps behind you, and then your names being called. “Austin! Y/n! Do you mind speaking with us for a few seconds?” Yes. Yes you did. Your blue eyed knight was quick to turn his head. “Now is not a good time, guys.” You two walked a little faster, trying to put more distance between the three of you. You could hear a camera shutter clicking behind you, and you burrowed yourself even deeper into Austin’s side, your hand shaking as you gripped the back of his long sleeved shirt. He hated seeing you nervous like this, especially since you were so far along. You could tell that he was beginning to get uncharacteristically angry, his sharp jaw ticking as he bit hard on the side of his cheek in order to keep his anger in check. He had always been protective, but now that you were carrying his child? He was on top of you at all times. 

“Please? Do you mind? It’s for a one page spread in our magazine about the upcoming movie.” Austin was losing what little patience he had. He didn’t even bother turning around. Instead he just raised his voice a little so that the man could hear him. “I’m goin’ on a press tour soon. You’ll just have to wait until then.” His voice was deep and gruff as he spoke, his annoyance quickly morphing into anger. A few cars began honking, seeing the approaching paparazzi following the two of you, wanting to know what celebrity was out on the streets. If you felt overwhelmed before, now you were practically losing your mind. You were beginning to pant nervously, your chest raising and falling at a rapid pace. Austin noticed right away. “Listen! I was bein’ nice before, but you’re about to see me get real angry if you don’t leave. You’re frightenin’ my wife.” The footsteps stopped for a second, and you and Austin picked up the pace, seeing the complex's gate in the distance. You were only a minute or two away from home. Suddenly one of the journalists was jogging past you, turning around so that he could block your path. The stranger’s eyes widened as he finally noticed your bump, quickly raising his camera and snapping a picture. The flash momentarily blinded you, making you close your eyes tightly and stop in your tracks. Austin lost it. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Get the fuck back! Get back!” He was quick to step in front of you, holding his arms out at his sides to block any more unwanted photos. “You’re not even wearin’ a mask!” Austin was quick to point out, widening his stance so that he could take action if need be. 

“I just wanted to talk to you for a second-” “And I said no! We didn’t consent to it, so why are we even havin’ a conversation right now? I’m so nice to ya’ll, and I never get the same respect back. Just go! We’re both uncomfortable right now.” Your husband was by no means a pushover, but he was a good man. Despite his anger, he was still trying to reason with the man. One thing that you had learned over the years of being with Austin was the fact that the paparazzi had absolutely no boundaries. The juicer the photos, the more money they made. They were vultures. The second that the man took another photo Austin completely blew his lid. “You got it, man! You got the fuckin’ picture, are you happy? You’re stressin’ out my pregnant wife, and god help you if she gets sick ‘cause of it.” Austin reached behind himself, grabbing your arm so that he could begin walking you over to his side. “If you take a step towards her I will see it as a threat.” He warned, his voice shaking as he began pulling you along. The second that the two of you made it through the gate you felt like you could finally breathe. Austin closed it behind himself, visibly relaxing when he heard the lock click into place. 

The downsides of having your hormones raging like crazy was that you cried at the drop of the hat. For once you actually had a reason to cry. Of course you could quickly type something up in order to announce your pregnancy on social media, but you probably didn’t have enough time. The pictures would most likely be circulating within the hour. Austin was quick to pull you into a hug, placing kiss after kiss on the top of your head. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, darlin’.” He rubbed your back up and down in soothing motions, but his grip on you tightened as your shoulders began shaking with the weight of your cries. “I-I wanted to make the announcement s-special.” He pressed his cheek to the top of your head, rocking you back and forth gently. “Let’s sit together and type somethin’ up. We can both quickly make a post, yeah? Make it short and sweet, that way those bastards don’t break the news before we do.” You knew the kind of life that you would be living with Austin the moment that the two of you started dating. Having your pictures taken wasn’t anything new, but never in your life had you ever felt so violated by the paparazzi before. The man had endangered your life without giving it a second thought. “Y-Yeah. Let’s do that.” You agreed. 

This time the two of you did take the elevator. You had stopped crying at some point, allowing Austin to cup your cheeks delicately in his large hands, giving your cheeks small pecks. Austin had decided to post a picture of one of the sonograms that had been taken at your latest appointments, and you posted the picture that was currently your lockscreen- a picture of Austin with his head lovingly placed on your stomach, his eyes closed and his lips pulled back into a wide grin. Austin handed you his phone before pressing ‘post’, wanting you to read over what he had decided to say. 

The happiness that I feel is immeasurable. The universe has gifted me in more ways than I ever believed was possible. My wife and I wanted to be the first ones to share this beautiful news with the world. We’re excited to meet you, baby Butler. 

It was simple and sweet, just like he wanted. You hit post for him, quickly doing the same for your post as well. Comments poured in like crazy, and the two of you sat on the couch, refreshing google every few minutes just to see if the pictures were up yet. The only articles that you saw were speculations from a few months back as well as gossip magazines that were already posting about you and your husband’s announcements. It took three hours for the photos to finally hit the media. The first picture was of both you and your husband’s backs turned to the camera, then the one that had taken you by surprise. It hurt your heart to see the shocked looks on both of your faces and the way that Austin protectively had his arms tightly wrapped around you. The next picture was of Austin, his face twisted with anger and his arms out wide. You could just barely see your much smaller form behind him, pressed tightly against his back. “Hah! Have you read it yet? These people have absolutely no human decency.” You scrolled down further, your eyes skimming through the horribly written article . It commented on Austin’s abrasive attitude towards the photographer, even going as far as to call him an “overprotective father”. You rolled your eyes, scrolling down to read the comments. You were overwhelmed with how many people were standing up for the two of you. 

“Covid is at an all time high, and you guys are seriously trying to paint this out to be a rude celebrity interaction? This magazine is terrible.” 

“Whether or not his fans are upset that they waited so long to say anything, it’s their choice. The fact that you took pictures of his pregnant wife without her consent is disgusting. Seeing the look on her face in these photos makes me want to cry.” 

“When I was pregnant with my daughter I waited until the last second to even tell family members because I wanted to make sure that I was fully comfortable. The fact that celebrities have their lives torn apart like this is horrible. I hope Y/n’s okay. Sending prayers to the little family.” 

“I hope this photographer gets fired for this! Justice for the Butlers! Paparazzi are vicious!” 

“Fuck this magazine. I just unfollowed all of your social media accounts.” 

Austin tossed his phone down onto the coffee table, scooting over so that he could pull you into his side. “How are you doin’, little mama? Feelin’ better?” You had calmed down the second that the two of you had made your official posts, but knowing that your fans had both of your backs meant the world. You nodded, sniffling softly. “Can we watch a movie or something?” He nodded, quick to stand up to turn on the television and grab the remote. “Since you’re already up, do you mind getting me some water?” “Of course.” He handed you the remote before grabbing the glass you had sitting on the coffee table. “And maybe my bag of chips?” You could hear a cabinet open, then the sound of a plastic bag crinkling. Your nose wrinkled as you smiled. “A-And maybe-” “Fuzzy socks?” You two had been together for so long that it was almost as though you could read each other’s minds. It got scary sometimes. You didn’t even have to answer him. “Already on it.”

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Happy Father's Day - Lloyd Hansen

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x female Reader

Warnings: cursing, violence, gun handling and shooting, death, blood, insinuation/mention of hurting and/or killing a child

Wordcount: 3.9k

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A/N: Another one of the longer ones in this series. Writing Lloyd was so much fun. And I really enjoyed this scenario and the open end, if Reader and Lloyd will get along or not. Part of the ‘Happy Father’s Day’ series. Dividers by the fantastic @/firefly-graphics

Footsteps echoed through the empty hall, drawing nearer until the door swung open. A figure walked into the office.

“You are late.” 

Carmichael, who had been sitting in his chair and watching the arriving car through the dimmed window, turned around.

“Yeah well, I didn’t want to be here.”

“It’ll be worth your expenditure.”

“You better be paying me good for this. Summoning me here, you are becoming flamboyant. I could be otherwise entertained.”

“As always. You should know better of me.” Carmichael pursed his lips, glancing at the other man over his glasses. “This one is a special mission.”

“Are you finally getting rid of Susan, that frigid bitch?”

“No. But similar. I wanted to see your reaction myself.”

“And once you're finished we’ll have a drink together. Like the good old times.”

Lloyd raised an eyebrow as Carmichael opened a drawer. Withdrawing the file in an exaggerated motion, he held it in the air. It was inconspicuous. Like any other file the CIA used on their targets.

With a heavy thud it landed on the dark wooden desk, the noise reverberated through the dim office. Licking his lips and cocking his hip out, Lloyd took a lazy step forward. He swiped the file up in one smooth motion. Opening it, he was greeted with a picture. 

Lloyd’s grip tightened around the file, the etches crinkling. His jaw ticked, square, and ready to snap as he eyed the contents.

“Her?” He asked after a tense, long silence. 

“Her,” Carmichael confirmed. He leaned forward in his seat, elbows placed on the edge of the desk, “I want her disposed of.”

“Any particular reason?” Lloyd lilted lazily, eyes dragging over the file towards the other man. He didn’t need to read the print, he had committed it to memory a long time ago.

“None that should matter to you. I thought you might like to do it yourself. Since you two have…history.”

Huffing he let the file drop onto the desk, the smack reverberated through the office. A devilish, hungry grin spread over Lloyd’s lips. 

“It’ll be my pleasure.”

Today had felt like an ordinary day to her, but if she knew one thing it was that there were no ordinary days. 

There were quiet days and then there were hectic days. There were days when everything went according to plan and days when everything went wrong. There were days in which she’d been safe and days in which she’d nearly died.

The latter ones were now few and far between. Once it was her day-to-day, her nine-to-five. It was behind her now for most of it.

But as a seasoned agent, she should have known nothing ever truly stayed gone and that especially as someone in the intelligence industry there was no such simple thing as retirement. 

Dying was your retirement.

The house was quiet when she arrived home. Something wasn’t right. It felt deadly quiet, not even the usual noise from the neighbors or cars passing over the street was there. It was too quiet. 

Her days in the field might have laid behind her but her instincts were still as sharp. And so was her habit of still carrying a weapon with her at all times. As silently as she could, she put her purse beside the front door, moving slowly and carefully. Squatting, she drew her gun from inside the bag.

The entryway was clear and so was the office she never used. When she walked through the living room, clearing it as well, gaze moving into the adjacent, open kitchen she froze. Halfway hidden behind the kitchen counter lay a body on the floor. Rosa. Her household help. Face down, in a puddle of her own blood, unmoving. 

Rushing over, there was nothing she still could have done for the nice lady she’d become friends with. She wasn’t long dead, body and blood felt warm.

Then she heard it. A creek. Snapping her head towards the ceiling she listened. When another creek sounded, she bounded to the stairs. Taking two steps at a time she rushed up. 

On the second level, she ignored most of the doors, bypassing clearing each room in favor of getting to the most important of it all. At the far end of the hallway was a cream-colored door, opened just a slit. A soft melody played, faintly echoing through the hallway. She’d closed that door just before she left the house.

The door swung open, barely stopping before it hit the wall as she barged in, gun drawn high. She pointed the barrel at the figure standing on the other side of the room, looming above a baby bed.

“Hands up where I can see them and step the fuck away from the cradle!” Her voice was firm but there was the hint of a shake looming close. 

The figure stayed relaxed, slowly raising his hands. There was a big gun in his right hand, making her grit her teeth as her heart dropped. Hopefully, she wasn’t too late already. Please, don’t let her be too late. Her grip around her gun tightened as the person turned around. 

Shock coursed through her, almost making her forget what was going on. Almost.

“Lloyd.” 

He grinned at her, “Hello Sunshine.”

The pet name rolled off his tongue so smoothly as if not a single day had gone by. It didn’t trick her, it was a farce and so she kept her guard up and the gun centered on his chest. Not that Lloyd could have cared for any of it. That grin, that split his lips and pulled at his mustache mocked her together with the glint in his eyes. The amusement was highly evident on his face.

“You sneaky little thing, aren’t you?” He made a show of trailing his gaze through the room before he continued, “A safe house – that’s not so safe anymore – and a baby?” 

His laugh made her skin crawl. 

“I didn’t peg you for the chick that would let herself get stuck with a brat,” he taunted and she rolled her eyes. “Although I would have enjoyed being the one to fuck one into you.”

“Step away from her,” she demanded, unreactive to his jabs. He wanted to provoke her but she wouldn’t grant him that pleasure. 

Lloyd looked behind him toward the crib in which her baby was peacefully sleeping. “And what if I don’t? You shoot me? Shoot in the direction of your darling?” Her eyes flickered to the crib behind him, just for a moment. Enough to confirm he was right. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

“As I thought,” he hummed, slowly putting his hands down. 

She’d just lost her advantage, her threat. The gun in her hands was useless if she couldn’t – wouldn’t – use it to actually shoot him. It was just a show and he could do and please how he wanted without her being able to prevent it.

“I have to give you that: She is cute as a bug.” Her heart nearly gave out as Lloyd turned around again and leaned over the crib. He was reaching down, his fingers running over the baby's smooth dark hair and soft cheek. As his pinky ring graced her cheek, the cold sensation of the metal on her skin made her frown. It caused his lip to quip upward. 

With his other hand – the one holding the large gun – he leaned down too. The nose of the gun softly traced along her little tummy. 

It made her breath hitch, instinctively she took a step forward. A mistake as Lloyd’s head cocked back at her. There was enjoyment glinting in his eyes. He loved games like this, toying with people’s emotions, but most of all with their fear.

“Oh look at you, all momma-bear. Am I driving you crazy with concern huh?” He was having the time of his life.

“What will you do?” he wanted to know, taunting once more, “I could shoot her right now and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.” 

He was right. She wouldn’t be able to cross the room fast enough to prevent him from pulling the trigger or ripping the gun up and away from her child.

“Step away from her,” she demanded, voice shaking with equal amounts of rage and concern. It was an empty demand. What threat did she have against him? What options to stop him? Her words made him laugh.

“Give me one good reason why I should do that instead of pulling my trigger right now?”

“Because she is yours.”

Lloyd raised an eyebrow, beneath his long lashes his eyes dilated in surprise but also in glee. Once more he started laughing. A full belly laugh this time. So much he had to wipe away tears pooling at the corners of his eyes.

“That’s a good one, sunshine.” But she stayed unwaveringly serious. Lloyd eyed that as well. Straightening up he took in the sleeping baby closely.

“Oh, are you serious?” The amusement was still there but now there was a hint of seriousness in his tone as well. 

“Her?” He pointed towards the cradle. “Mine?”

Reluctantly she nodded. There was a brief moment in which Lloyd turned solemnly serious, a moment in which he seemed to contemplate it all. Then his face twisted in rage. In a split second, he lunged at her.

She was slammed to the floor, him above her as her gun skidded over the ground, out of her reach. His hands wrapped around her throat, strong hands unrelenting. The air was pushed out of her lungs as he choked her. Wrapping her hands around his forearms, she tried to stop him but there was no point. He was too strong.

“You little bitch.” Lloyd was seething. Spitting as he looked at her like an animal gone wild. “You are enjoying this aren’t you?”

“Greedy little slut, took everything you could get your hands on, didn’t you? Even a baby!” Her mind was reeling, both from the lack of oxygen and his words. They didn’t make sense. She hadn’t taken anything from him. It wasn’t like she had tried to get him to knock her up and then vanish.

Even with the blood rushing in her ears and the black rims growing at the edges of her vision she couldn’t get his hands off her. But maybe getting his hands off her neck wasn’t what she should focus on. With what quickly draining strength she had still left in her, she started squirming under him. 

She couldn’t die right now. Not like this. There was no way in hell she would leave her daughter to Lloyd’s mercy. 

“You are a twisted, backstabbing–” Mustering enough strength she managed to kick him in the balls, hard enough to sway him for a moment. It was only a short moment but it was enough to kick him off her and send him to the side.

She coughed and wheezed, greedily sucking in as much air as she could. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed him sit up, brushing a hand over his mouth. It came away with a streak of blood.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” She wheezed, turning to her side, all the while her eyes roamed through the room, looking for her gun. 

“You were the reason the CIA kicked me out! Not that I would have enjoyed being in that constringent shithole with their stupid rules. I’m much freer where I am now but that doesn’t change the fact you betrayed me!” 

What?

“I didn’t!” She watched him try to stand up and so she swiped her leg out, ripping his feet out from underneath him. He smacked against the floor as she continued, “I didn’t even know you were kicked out! No one would tell me anything about what happened. You were simply gone!”

“Liar,” he roared, looking at her with rage. Seeing his rage was nothing new, but this was the first time it was focused on her.

“I thought you were dead!”, she roared back, “It took me weeks with no success until I found out– … until I found out I was pregnant. Only when I went to Fitzroy did he tell me you got kicked out.”

“Bullshit! Someone ratted me out! Who was it then?”

“Who? I'll tell you who! Your buddy, fucking, Carmichael!” 

There was a fire burning in Lloyds eyes and with newfound vigor, he pushed to his feet. Scrambling, she looked around the room, frantically trying to find her gun. She needed to reach her gun before Lloyd could reach his. 

“He never liked me, Lloyd. He always hated that I was by your side. That ass was always jealous of what we – you – had since college! He couldn’t stand that I was taking you away from him, don’t you understand?!” 

Lloyd had never seen the clear disdain with which Carmichael had regarded her. The poorly hidden hatred and animosity.

She’d stalled him long enough to locate her gun in the room, just as Lloyd had risen to his feet and centered his attention on his gun – much closer than hers. Their eyes crossed as a mutual realization set in. They had the same plan and they both needed to stop the other. There was a second in which neither one of them moved. Then, jumping around she scrambled for her gun. Nearly there, only millimeters from grasping it in her hand, her fingers brushing the cool plastic, a hand wrapped around her ankle. With a violent jerk, she was yanked back. Not without a fight. Her kicking was fruitless, Lloyd’s hand stayed around her foot like a vice. It was to no avail.

He was pulling her back until she lay under him and Lloyd pinned her to the ground with his knees and hands. His gun was pointed at her. The click of the bullet slipping into the barrel had her deflate. 

All the fight rapidly left as she realized: she’d lost.

“Don’t kill her,” she whispered, eyes dimmed in grief. She pleaded with him, “Don’t punish her for what you believe me to have done.” In a violent lurch her face whipped to the side, the sound of his backhanded slap echoing in her ears. The metallic taste of blood spread in her mouth. 

It didn’t stop her from continuing, “Look after her.

At least find her a safe place with a new family if you don’t want her.”

This raging fire kept burning in his eyes as Lloyd centered the barrel of his gun to her forehead. Cold metal touched her skin, creating a burning halo. She wouldn’t close her eyes. No, she chose to keep looking into his, waiting for her inevitable end.

When the trigger got pulled, the shot rang out loudly above her but the bullet never hit. 

No longer was the gun pointed at her but at the door, she’d burst through not long ago. Ripping her eyes away from the gun, she focused back on Lloyd. He was already looking down at her, his jaw clenched and lips pursed.

Behind them – in the cradle – their baby started to wail.

In his hands, Carmichael held a couple of pictures. A drone shot from a burned-down house. Multiple from the burned-down interior of said house. And one of a corpse burned so badly she was unrecognizable.

The door to his office opened up without premonition.

“Well done.” Putting the pictures down the man with the glasses looked up.

“How did it feel?” “Satisfying,” Lloyd mused, hands loosely clasped behind his back as he whipped on his feet. 

“So the bitch got what she deserved.” Carmichael looked pleased, a sly grin formed on his usually composed and unhappy-looking face. “You know I never trusted her. Always knew there was something off with her.”

“She was a rotten apple from the beginning.” “Was she?” Lloyd asked with ease. “Why’d you never say something then?”

“I wanted you to have your fun with her. I thought that’s all she was to you anyway.” 

Nodding Lloyd hummed, “She was a pretty good fuck.” 

In the end, Carmichael stood up, walking towards a sideboard with glasses and a bottle of expensive alcohol. “Let’s drink to that.” He poured some into the two glasses, the trickle of the liquid sloshing the only sound.

“A toast,” he said, turning around with the two glasses in his hand. One held out towards Lloyd, the other comfortably nestled in his own. “To the two of us. That no woman will ever be worthy to come between us.” 

Lloyd was now directly in front of him. Before he could register the thing shoved against his chest, the muffled sound of a shot rang out. The glasses toppled from his hands, their golden liquid soaked the carpet beneath his feet. He could only glance at the gun between them in shock. The gun Lloyd had aimed and fired at his chest. 

“The bitch is indeed getting what he deserves.”

Lloyd’s mustache quirked up, revealing the grin on his lips as Carmichael stumbled and slid down the sideboard. Sitting before him, the man's blood mixed with the carpet.

“You should have never come between me and her.” It was the last thing Lloyd whispered, watching as the light left the man's eyes.

Picking up one of the two glasses, Lloyd eyed the remains of the liquid in the crystal clear cup. He downed it in one swift gulp. 

“Happy Father’s Day to me.”

Outside the office, Carmichael’s men lay slumped over. Dead too. Lloyd stepped over them, wasting no glance back as he walked on. 

Behind the corner at the end of the hallway, a figure awaited. Fitzroy. The older man had his hands shoved into his pockets as he watched him approach. Both men looked at one another, unable to stand their opposite but still working together. An Exception.

“You better treat her right,” Fitzroy was serious, looking down on him with disdain. “Or I’ll come to get her and my granddaughter and you’ll be dead.”

The words didn’t impress Lloyd. It was a real threat. Fitzroy still had his trumps and his ways to win over Lloyd. 

Yet he calmly and dryly answered, “She isn’t your granddaughter.”

“No, but she is as good as.

I was the only one there for them, during the pregnancy and when she gave birth to that sweet little angel.”

It was a carefully calculated attack, the words meant to cut deep. Lloyd didn’t say anything to that. He walked past the man without another word. Outside a car waited for him already, driving away the moment he sat inside.

High-pitched coos and unintelligible babbling littered the air as she held her daughter in her arms softly swaying her from side to side. Her heart fluttered as she took in the chubby cheeks and long lashes. 

“We still have to get used to our new home, don’t we?” She mumbled against the soft tuft of hair dusted along her daughter’s head. Her little head couldn’t stop turning around, not nearly fast enough to follow her curious eyes. 

“It’s so big.” Her little one cooed in agreement, even though she likely couldn’t understand her yet. Taking in the huge room they were in, big still felt like an understatement. The improvised baby room looked anything but suited for a baby. The luxurious theme felt overpowering, just like the rest of the castle did. Adjusting from a comfortable little two-story house to a castle with rooms in the hundreds would take time.

“Who would have thought your dad would show up to join your life.”

There was still a part of her that didn’t want to believe it and a part of her that mistrusted Lloyd. Her lip and back still ached from the fight, the memories of him pointing his gun not only at her but at the baby and threatening to shoot fresh in her mind. Too fresh perhaps.

Lloyd had changed from wanting to kill her to wanting to protect her and their daughter in less than a minute. A split-second decision that otherwise would have found her with a bullet in the head and her daughter orphaned.

A noise from the outside alerted her. It drew her to the big window so they could watch what was happening outside. Together they eyed the black SUV drive over the gravel of the huge driveway, fast approaching the house. When the car stopped just before the entrance and Lloyd stepped out of the car, she sighed.

“Speaking of the devil,” muttering to her daughter, she pressed a kiss against her head. The baby coed once more and babbled happily in her arms. Clumsy little fingers gripped her sleeve.

“Sunshine! I’m back!”

Not a moment later Lloyd’s loud voice boomed through the house. One might think that with its size his voice would get drowned out. It didn’t take him long to reach the room and push the door open. Once his eyes settled on the two of them, still close to the window a grin appeared on his face.

“There they are!” Striding over he stopped shortly in front of them as his eyes settled on the toddler. 

“Bug.” She rolled her eyes at his newly proclaimed nickname for his daughter. Her eyes followed his hands, reaching out and demanding to hold the baby. For a moment she hesitated to pass her over. Lloyd’s eyes jumped to her, narrowing slightly but ultimately he dropped his hands to his side.

Not for long. Just as quickly as he had folded his hands found her waist. Rather forcefully she was turned around, gazing back out of the window.

“You’ll start to trust me again.” His voice murmured into her ear as Lloyd settled behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist. Her back was pressed against his front. Resting his chin against her shoulder, he nosed along her neck, whispering more words into her ear.

“And maybe by the next Father’s Day, I’ve fucked another one into you already.”

She scoffed, lips twitching upward in a smile as she glanced back at him, “In your dreams. How about you learn to handle your existing daughter first. She’s already got your temper when she is tired and cranky, by that time next year she’ll likely have reached the terrible twos.”

BONUS:

“If I find out you lied to me,” Lloyd threatened as he stood up, still looking down at her. He nodded towards his gun.

“Why would I?” Scoffing, she too slowly sat up and wiped away the blood from her mouth. “I would have never betrayed you, I loved you.”

Something in the way he laughed so dryly deeply hurt her. Her eyes were turned downwards as she got up. When she stood in front of him, face to face, her expression remained unchanged and just as solemn.

“You are serious?”

“Is it so hard to believe? My future was yours.”

She was about to breeze past him and towards the cradle, towards her crying daughter when he stopped her. His hand wrapped around her biceps.

“Looks like you are getting what you wanted in the end,” he rumbled into her ear. Then he dropped his hand. “Calm her down, take whatever you need for her, and be done with it in five minutes.” 

He didn’t leave the room while she did so, hovering beside the door with his arms crossed, holding onto the gun as he watched.

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[lover-222]

Hello Kitty Girl (D.S)

...

y/n was obsessed with hello kitty, it reminded her of her childhood. her childhood bedroom had small plushies and even blankets as well.

that was one of the things dom found cute, he'd first noticed it on her car keys. her car key chain had small hello kitty charms on it. as well as it had a small plushie on it too.

he loved it, every time he saw something with hello kitty on it he'd buy it for her. it didn't matter what it was, she was always grateful and would be in aw.

"omggggg it's so cute, i love her" she said as she propped up the hello kitty pancake maker.

"i knew you'd love it !!, i was kind of debating on getting it since i thought you wouldn't use it" he honestly told her.

"what! no i love it and i'll use it every day!! i just know pancakes have to taste better if there made in this" she said giddily.

her hello kitty obsession didn't stop, the inside of her car was also decked out. it was subtle but it was there, the small dashes of light pink accessories were there.

the wheel cover was hello kitty as expected. he didn't mind it whatsoever, he thought it was normal. that was until, his own car broke down and had to borrow y/n's car to go to practice.

dom went inside the building and went to the changing rooms. he set down the keys and got ready.

"nice key chain dom" trent chuckled as he motioned to the keychain.

"shut up, my car broke down and i'm using y/n's car for today" he said as he changed his shirt.

after training he took a shower and got dressed. trent and dom talked about their next game and what the game plan was. they mentioned tactics they could do and how excited they were. they talked all the way to their cars. dom got to "his" car.

"damn you weren't kidding, it kind of suits you domi" trent laughed once again.

"i hate you, i think it's quite cute actually" he smiled.

he drove home, luckily it was friday and their next game wasn't until next week. so he planned on just relaxing at home with y/n.

as soon as he got home he was greeted by his girl. she smiled at him and gave him a lingering hug.

"i missed youuu" she hugged him tightly.

"i did too, trent laughed at me because of your car" he chuckled.

she looked up at him pouting, "well he's just jealous because his car isn't as cool as mine".

he agreed with her, the couple was doing some self care and lounging around. the weather was gloomy, and it was starting to rain.

"wait i actually bought us something to use" she looked at him eagerly.

he gave her an unsettling look, "it's nothing bad i swear" she said then laughed.

she brought out a plastic bag, she pulled out two sets of hello kitty pjs. they were soft, fluffy, and pink.

"you don't have to wear them i just thought-"she said but got caught off.

"i'll wear them!" he said confidently and grabbed his pjs.

"yes i knew you'd say yes to me" she looked happy as ever.

he changed in-front of her, the pjs fit him perfectly. he was only wearing a white hoodie and his pjs. you'd think he'd look silly with hello kitty pjs on but he looked so hot.

"do you like them on me?" he asked as he did a small twirl.

"of course i do, i love it" she smiled.

they laid out their skin care products. there were masks, creams, serums, and sprays. for some reason she loved doing it with dom. she'd put some of the cream in her hand and would massage it into his face.

he was pretty, his features were angelic. funny enough, he thought the exact same thing about her. both of them loved every feature about them.

"you have a pretty nose" she said as she traced it with her finger.

she applied creams and more on to his face. he'd be sitting down on her vanity chair while she stood in between his legs. he was admiring her beauty while she was doing whatever she was doing.

it lowkey gave dom an excuse to just look at her beautiful face, that and it made his skin look glowy which he liked. she applied a lip scrub on his lips, he then rubbed them together.

"mmm it taste so good!! like cherry" he said then dipped his whole finger in the small tub.

y/n yanked it away, "nooo dummy, you can eat a little bit of it but not huge amounts", she laughed at him.

"oh-then why do they make it so yummy????" he argued giving her puppy dog eyes.

"well maybe because they don't think people will eat the whole tub" she laughed.

the couple laughed and dom kissed her while he had the lip scrub on.

"ayyy now you got it on my lips" she chuckled.

"you liked the kiss though" dom flirted with her.

she rolled her eyes and playfully slapped him, "you're right i do".

y/n took pictures and posted on her instagram. she thought they were incredibly cute, and dominik didn't mind at all. he was always unbothered by the girly things y/n would make him do. he just wanted to see her happy so he did them.

she posted the pictures with the caption saying "i got him wearing hello kitty pjs and face mask what are you doing?"

ur.username

"the boys are blowing up my phone now" he told her as he showed her the messages.

she read through them, basically they were playfully picking on dom for being so easily influenced by you.

"they're saying i'm whipped, i think i'm just the best boyfriend ever" dom said proudly then flashed a cute smile.

"you are babe, you're the best boyfriend ever" she smiled at him then kissed him.

─── �� ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

new oneshottt!! hope y'all enjoyed!! d <3

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[raised-u-fr0m-perdition]

Light My Fire (Again) | beau arlen

Summary: “I thought I’d swore off love, Jenny.” I smiled, chuckling a bit as I looked down to my feet then back up the skies, taking in the twinkling lights. “God, I really thought I did, and I was doing such a good job at it too. But, well, I just… I couldn’t help it.” I wet my lips slightly, biting the bottom one. “It’s improper, but it’s true.”

SERIES MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

(divider credits go to cafekitsune)

one - green lights and red stains

TWO MONTHS EARLIER:

I was at my desk in Big Sky Country, Montana’s sheriff’s department, papers strewn over the desk in a similar fashion as they were at home. Making small mountains and also making me rather sympathetic for the trees who suffered just to have me keep ‘em all like this on another plank of wood on more sticks of wood. However, I couldn’t bring myself to clean them, not today. As well as that, the acting sheriff had made his speech today, and I knew if he’d talk to me, I wouldn’t make a great impression, not with all this mess.

“Ain’t this a sight?” I looked up to see none other than Sheriff Arlen, standing in front of me, his stance wide set as he peered at my scribblings which varied between neat and scrawling handwriting. I jolted a little, panic striking through me as I began to shuffle my files into a more orderly pile, but he held out his hand to put me at ease. “Nah, don’t worry about it. Truth be told, I’m not the most organised either.”

In response, I stood up laughing a bit as I ran my hand through my hair, the action not as smooth and easygoing as I hoped as my index encountered a knot in my raven hair which I quickly untangled. “Well, I’m afraid this is what you’ll be seein’ every day.” I gestured down in circular motions to the messy piles.

“Then I’m lookin’ forward to it.” He put out his hand with a broad grin, green eyes twinkling along with his startlingly white teeth. He had an air of giddy charm and confidence around him that I couldn’t help but crack a smile to. “Beau Arlen.”

“Isabelle Joyner.” I replied, shaking his hand firmly. His grip was strong, but comforting in a sense.

“Well, darlin’, I’ve heard some good things about you from Jenny Hoyt, or Hoyt, as she wants me to call her.” Beau chuckled at the thought, glancing towards Jenny, who was in conversation with Poppernak. “She’s a real firecracker.”

“That’s Jenny for you.” I smiled, nodding resignedly and also flicking my eyes to her. “She knows me better than anyone; we’ve been best friends for as long as I remember.” Then I spotted the uncertainty in his eyes as he once more looked at Jenny, and I laughed a bit. “She’ll warm up to you. She’s just a bit miffed, y’know, didn’t get put as acting Sheriff.”

“I learnt that the easy way and the hard way.” He snickered slightly, his shoulders shrugging. “Well, it’s a lesson well learnt.”

“Damn straight.” I grinned, putting my hands in my pockets, and we fell silent for a moment before it got a bit uncomfortable. “Anyway, welcome to Big Sky. I’m sure you’ll be great.”

“I goddamn hope so.”

NOW:

“Liv, sweetie?” I called up the stairs, my eyes darting back to the pancake cooking on the stove. It was half past eight in the morning, and I needed to get Olivia, my niece, to her stepfather’s house. Her mother - my sister - had been… lost. In a murder, six years back, but they’d never found who’d done it. In her will, she’d given custody of Olivia to me, that the court had approved. Her stepfather, Markham, was not happy, but there was little he could do.

“Yeah?” Came her sleepy voice from upstairs, making me laugh quietly. She’d grown so much since I got her as a timid nine year old. Now she was sixteen in a week and the most beautiful girl I’d ever see. She was my baby girl at this point, and I couldn’t be prouder.

“I’ve got work, hon, and I’m makin’ pancakes!” I heard a brief pause, then a scramble to get up. I smiled knowingly, returning to the pancake as the thunder of footsteps down the stairs signalled her arrival. Her blonde hair bounced in stunning curls and her brown eyes flashed excitedly, even though they were riddled with sleep. I passed her a plate of pancakes stacked up, shaking the whipped cream. “Mornin’, gumdrop.” I grinned cheerily. “What would you like on your pancakes, hm?”

“Whipped cream, syrup, and raspberries.” She replied instantly, then returned my smile. “And good morning, auntie.” Olivia gave me a bear hug, which I returned gladly, kissing her hair before letting her go with a pat on the back.

“Good choice.” I squirmed the whipped cream in a circle, grabbing the syrup bottle and drizzling it generously before passing her a bowl of freshly washed raspberries so she could knock herself out, also sliding her a fork and knife. “Dig in.”

“Hello, there!” I heard Jenny call, the door opening. Jenny and Cassie walked in with big smiles on their faces, especially so when they found the combination of Olivia and pancakes. “Hope you don’t mind, we just used the spare key under the deco rock.”

“And I’m glad we did, because why weren’t we invited to the party?” Cassie faux-gasped as she gestured to the pancakes.

“Elle, explain yourself.” Jenny chastised, raising an eyebrow at me, but when I passed them each a plate of pancakes, they melted. “Ok, no explanation needed.”

“Yep, we’re all good now, no beef here.” Cassie agreed, dolloping whipped cream on hers before passing the canister to Jenny. “Also, hi, Olivia.”

“Hey, Cassie.” Liv waved with a smile and a mouthful of pancake. “Hi, Jenny.”

“Hey, kiddo.” Jenny grinned, waving before digging into the pancakes.

“Never knew I’d be catering for four today.” I chuckled, turning off the stove and embellishing my own plate of pancakes, making it even more of a sugar rush than it already was.

“Well, now we get to boast to Beau about what we got cooked.” She replied with a cheeky smile. “He’s always returnin’ with clean dishes of what Denise cooked, so I guess we could clap back a little.”

“His favourite deputy cooked us pancakes and not him.” Cassie giggled, making me roll my eyes. These two.

“Shut up. Both of you.” I snickered, trying to remain stern. “If Sheriff Arlen wants pancakes, he can come over and I can make him some pancakes, it’s not exclusive.”

“And here I thought we were special.”

“Aw, hey, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“She did.” Olivia giggled.

“Yeah, she did.” Jenny gave me a look before we all burst out into laughter. We spent a bit of time chatting as we finished our pancakes, telling Olivia the ups and downs of our latest solved case and what movie we wanted for movie night this week. When we were done, I picked up my keys, jangling them.

“Olivia, time to go.” I smiled, but Cassie put her hand on my arm with a smile.

“I’ll drop her off.” She chuckled, holding up her own keys. “I know where Mark lives, and it’s on my way.

“You’re not exactly the most civil with the guy.”

“That’s cause he’s an ass, but I’ll try my best.”

We engaged in a staring contest for five seconds, until I gave in, nodding in defeat. “Fine. But if I get a call from my brother in law-”

“You won’t!” She raised her hands in surrender. “I promise. Now, you and Jenny need to get to work before Beau rings you up.”

“God forbid he does.” I joked.

“C’mon, he hasn’t had the heart to tell you off after you found the hostages a few weeks ago, one of them happening to be his daughter. Another Darlene.” Jenny teased, nudging me playfully.

“You two are really keen on setting us up, hm?” I raised an eyebrow, shaking my head. “You know I’m not that keen on dating. Not after…” I trailed off with a frown. It was a sore memory, one that ended with me waking up at the bar with five empty shot glasses and a bill with far more drinks than I’d usually take.

“After Harry.” She sighed, patting my shoulder. “He wasn’t your fault. After all, he did the deed.”

“He doesn’t know what he lost.” Cassie added sympathetically. “The ass.”

“I wanna kick him in the nuts.” Olivia added, making us all raise an eyebrow.

“That’s fair.”

“And on all of our minds.” Jenny grinned.

“I can’t even be mad.” I sighed, then kissed Olivia’s forehead. “Be good, ok? If I get a good report, I’ll make you an ice cream sundae tonight.” As Cassie and Jenny opened their mouths to speak, I held up a finger. “You guys get one too.”

I walked into the sheriff’s department with Jenny, and the first person we saw was Beau Arlen himself. “Well, ain’t it my favourite deputies?” He sauntered over with that charming grin of his, looking between us. “Hoyt.”

“Beau.” Jenny smiled.

“Sheriff.” I chuckled, running my hand through my hair.

“C’mon, Belle, call me Beau.” Beau chuckled, gesturing to himself. “No formalities here.” The statement made me laugh, but I shook my head, looking down at my feet before back up into those twinkly green eyes.

“I’ll try my best, Sheriff.” I teased with a grin, then took a sharp breath in, looking around. “Any cases today?”

“A missing person’s case.” Beau’s expression changed slightly as he mentioned it. “Little girl named Harriet Brown, she was out playing in the front yard, parents were arguin’, when they come out, girl’s gone.”

“My god.” I whispered, then cleared my throat. “We should get on the case, and quick.” I pouted slightly, sucking in air through my teeth. “Any leads? License plate? Footage? Maybe someone who has a grudge?”

“Closest to a match we have as an enemy is the girl’s stepfather, Will Brown. And by parents arguing, I mean the birth father and mother arguin’.”

“Stepfather, what, lays claim to the kid?” I asked, concerned. I knew what that was like all too well (and by that I mean the outskirts of those feelings), and if that was the case…

“Possibly. He’s the only recent frequent visitor.” Beau frowned at the look on my face, tilting his head a little in curiosity. “You look a lil’ green around the gills there, Deputy. You doin’ ok?”

I shared a look with Jenny, who subtly patted my wrist, signalling me to speak up. I jolted out of my thoughts, nodding and putting on a smile that I felt didn’t quite reach my eyes. “‘Course, Sheriff. I’m always ok.”

“You sure?”

“Deadly.”

Beau looked at me for a bit, trying to gauge my reaction, before nodding resignedly and patting me on the shoulder with a small smile. “A’ight. But if anythin’ comes to mind, do tell.”

“Gotcha.” I nodded, my blue eyes looking into his green ones. After I’d met Beau on his first day as acting sheriff, he’d understood me. He knew I was raising Olivia, albeit had never met her, and related to that with his own little girl. Emily was an angel, and I guess I became more of one after he found me getting along well with someone who was his world. As well as that, after the incident with Buck Barnes, I’d managed to find the hostages, including Darlene and Emily, getting them out.

Ever since then, it’s like he treats me as if I’m God’s gift to him. I was just doin’ my job.

I breathed in, then released a deep on through my mouth. “Let’s hit the house, Jen.”

“You got it, Elle.” Jenny smiled. I picked up my jacket, adjusting the photo of my sister and I on my desk as I put it on with a sad smile.

“I miss ya, Lucy. Truly.”

I was in Beau’s truck, the landscape flying by as we made our way to the Brown’s house. The atmosphere was uncomfortably silent - damn the awkwardness of social interactions sometimes - but somehow Beau made coping with silence look easier than it felt. He wore an easy smile, waffling on about fishing with a charmingly boyish look in his eyes that I’d come to recognise and find adorable.

“While I love talking and yapping about fish to the point your ears fall off, Belle, but, uh, don’t you wanna get that?” I was snapped out of my reverie, finding that my ringtone was playing with the name Dean flashing on my screen over the green circle of light representing the button to accept the call, which I’d gladly do.

“Oh! Yeah, that’s right.” My face lit up as I pressed the ‘accept’ button, bringing the phone to my ear. “Dean, hey!”

‘Isa, hi.’ I heard a cheery voice from the other end. This was Olivia’s birth father, Dean Barlowe, who I preferred in spades to Markham Leeds. I never understood why Lucy and Dean had split up in the first place, since Dean was the best father I’d ask for where Liv is concerned. We hadn’t had contact in months, but this was a pleasant surprise. ‘How’ve you been?’

“Oh, now I feel brilliant.” I laughed, looking out the window. “How about you? It’s been goddamn months, I’ve been dyin’ for a call.”

‘Well, I’m feeling great now too. It’s always nice to talk to you. A familiar face.’

“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” I nodded with a happy sigh. “Are you holding up ok? After… Lucy? It’s been a while, but it hit you pretty hard too.”

‘Doing better, if that counts.’ I heard a pause on the other end. ‘Hey, do you think Liv would mind if I pop over for a visit in a week’s time?’

“For her birthday, right?”

‘Yeah. Mark wouldn’t be too mad, right?’

“Who gives a damn about Markham, just come over, ok?” I smiled, and I could practically hear his own relieved one on the other end of the line. “Liv’s gonna love the surprise, don’t you worry.”

‘You know exactly what to say to soothe my nerves, don’t you?’

“Hey, it’s nothin’. Just being a dutiful sister in law.” I saw an exit sign that said we were almost at the house, so I decided to wrap it up. “Hey, uh, Dean, I’m about to start working a case, so I’ll chat later.”

‘Ah, right. Thanks, Isa. Bye.’

“Bye.” I cut the call, and found Beau smirking at me, his eyebrow raised slightly. “What?”

“You seem real chummy with this Dean fella.” He snickered knowingly, but I shook my head rapidly.

“No, no, no. He’s my brother in law.”

“Wait, this is the ex-husband of your late sister?” Beau nodded approvingly. “By the way you’re talkin’ to him, he seems like he’s got his name written in your good books with sparkly gold ink. Unlike Mark.”

“Well, Mark’s an ass.”

“Markham is an ass.”

Beau, Jenny and I were flicking through the security tapes of the Brown house the day their little girl Harriet was kidnapped. “Look, there.” I pointed to the screen, where a man was approaching. “It’s our stepfather.”

“Damn straight.” Beau nodded, leaning forward to ID the guy’s face. “Yep, that’s him. And he just scooped the girl up gave her a lollipop and high-tailed it.”

“We need to get this girl back.” Jenny sighed, her expression pensive as she peered at the screen.

“We got an idea on where she could be taken?”

“Possibly his cabin. Witness accounts show that he’s been buyin’ a lot of bedding, more than you’d need.” I frowned, then stood up. “We need to bust this guy and fast.” I didn’t know exactly why, but this was pissing me off. A stepfather, kidnap his own stepdaughter.

“Let’s bust a crooked stepfather.” Jenny got up, and so did we, heading out the door, running to our cars as Jenny texted me the address, which I put into Beau’s GPS. We quickly got in, and Beau floored it.

“You seem rather frustrated on this case, huh, Belle?” He asked, sighing deeply. I shook my head, plastering on a smile that once again did not reach my eyes as I looked back at him.

“No, sir, I’m just concerned for the kid.” I answered not as smoothly as I’d hoped to have done. My voice was slightly shaky, and I knew what he was thinking. Mark had been after custody of Olivia for ages, and was still trying. However, he couldn’t do anything, not when I was named Olivia’s legal guardian and was Lucy’s next of kin.

“It’s about Mark, right?”

I chuckled lowly, nodding. “That obvious?”

“You’re like a mama bear in these cases.” He grinned, then patted my knee. “But now, I need my deputy to have a clear mind. God knows you help me keep mine all clear and sunny skies.”

“Gotcha, Sheriff.” I smiled as we pulled up to the house. “Hear you loud and clear.” I reached under the seat, pulling on my bulletproof vest and strapping it tight. I looked over, seeing that he’d done the same. “Shall we?”

“We shall, darlin’.” We got out at the same time as Jenny, making our way across the front yard before I tried the handle of the door, finding it locked. I nodded to Beau, who reared up and kicked the door open, all of us putting up our guns as we stormed the house. Jenny went to check the kitchen and living room, Beau heading upstairs while I took the basement. I crept down the stairs, treading light in fear of startling Will. I gently tried the door, hearing a little girl whimpering. Then I spotted a middle aged man holding a gun, and a small brunette girl hugged my legs, terrified.

“It’s ok.” I whispered, training my gun on Will Brown. “It’s ok, sweetheart. As for you,” My eyes focused on the man, “Sheriff’s department, put your hands where I can see ‘em-” He fired, and my trigger was pulled in a quick response, aiming for his shoulder while his bullet got me clean in the gut, which was caused by me moving to protect Harriet at the same time. The little girl screamed, while Beau and Jenny started yelling from upstairs. I collapsed against the wall, sliding down as Harriet crawled up to me, looking terrified.

“He hurt you.” She whispered, crying, but I shushed her and brought her head to my shoulder, ignoring the riddling pain in an attempt to soothe this little girl.

“Hey, it’s-” I was overcome by a cough as my hand moved to stem the flow of blood, “it’s ok, sweetheart. Perfectly fine, you’re safe, ok?” I stroked her hair, closing my eyes briefly as the red liquid stained my fingers. My head spun from how damn painful it was, like a thousand daggers piercing one spot on me, driving in slowly. “Just calm down for me, my friends are coming.”

As if on cue, Beau and Jenny rushed in, and once they realised that my attacker and Harriet’s kidnapper was downed, their attention turned to me. Beau instantly knelt in front of me while Jenny checked up on Will, his expression freaked out and pale. “Jesus- Jesus holy Christ, Belle, we’re gonna need a paramedic. Hoyt, call it in, now!” Then he turned back to me, putting his hands over the bullet wound to put pressure. I coughed slightly, hissing, but I kept stroking Harriet’s hair, not wanting her to get too scared.

“Just get her out of here.” I nodded to Harriet. “I’ll hold on, just keep her safe.” My bloodied hand reached out to grip Beau’s bare forearm. “Take her home.”

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@deans-spinster-witch @nancymcl @hobby27

Preview of Chapter Two

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[thesecretbean]

the first i loves you in one of my Criminal Minds DR(i have many different ones)

Spencer Reid <3

For some background information, my name is Alison, Allie or Alice for short in this dr. She's a member of the BAU, she'd joined about 5 months before Elle left but she had pervious experience working with bau well she was working SNR(search and rescue) and when she was in the Sex crimes unit. This is taking place a bit after S2 EP15, when Spencer was having drug problems (Dilaudid). In this DR my love interest is Spencer Reid so yeah. This one was really difficult to go through in my dr but worth it. And I am writing it as me in my DR and with Spencer.

So I'm writing a sort of detailed version of how this went in my dr it's gonna be written in a fanfiction matter because I'm writing in the situation of my dr

TW! Drugs, slight mentions of overdose and death, alcohol

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It was a sort of cold fall night, everyone was wrapping up their business and finishing case reports. Derek had just finished his and so did Emily. Derek is a bit of a 'player' but is a genuinely sweet guy but him Alison aren't the closest. But with Alison and Emily they were a little bit closer but that's because of some past stuff and alot of Penelope dragging Alison and Emily to girls night outs. But besides that's the point they both walked over to Alison who was still writing another case report, she was taking on extra work after convincing Spencer to the rest of the day off because he seemed off and exhausted after the Tobias Hankle situation a few weeks prior. Which of course was reasonable. Spencer only did it because he really did need the rest for once, Spencer just didn't expect Alison to take the extra work he was planning to do.

"So Allie, me and Morgan were talking about going to get some drinks, you wanna come with us?" Emily asked well leaning over Alison's desk. "Maybe find someone to take you home tonight, blow of some of that steam?" Derek added with a wink. Emily rolled her eyes at Derek. "Ignore him were just gonna have some fun tonight, plus he's buying for us tonight" Emily smiles and motions to Derek.

Alison shook her head. "Not tonight guys...I have to finish this case report then I'm planning to make a quick stop at Spence's place to give him the things he forgot here then I'm gonna go home and water my plants... I'm not really in a drinking mood." She spoke softly as she quickly continued to write different things in the report. For the first time in the conversation she looked up at her coworkers "Or a 'find someone to take me home' mood either" she had mocked Derek's voice with a soft smile. "I do not sound like that" Derek looked offended and Emily just laughed and shook her head. "You guys have fun though" Alison spoke quietly. "Have a good night Allie" Emily said as her and Morgan walked off as Alison just waved.

After about 30 ish minutes hotch walked out of his office about to leave but sighed when seeing Alison still there. He walked over to her with a sort of disappointed look in a sense. Alison didn't even notice she was still writing the report as fast as she physically could. It was already nearing midnight after all.

"Alice, what are you still doing in the office? You never stay late." Hotch spoke sternly. Hotch was genuinely nice and sweet, once you crack the shell he had but he just didn't show his emotions the best but with the job it was understandable.

"hm?.. oh I took some extra reports today- I don't have anything better to do.." she spoke quietly, Hotchs stern gaze always gave her chills.

"your doing the extra work Reid was going to do aren't you?" Hotch asked with a knowing look as Alison sat quietly before sighing and putting her pen down. She nodded quietly.

"is it bad I'm that worried about him? I mean..." She paused "it's hard to explain but hotch for the time I've known him I've learned a lot about him...." she looked up at hotch "He's such a sweet person and after the whole Tobias Hankle kidnapped him he hasn't been the same.... which is understandable I get it I don't but it's hard to explain it's just so off..." she seemed to think for a second. "it's easy to tell he's been hardly sleeping and he doesn't eat much like previously when we'd all go out to dinner like the whole team he'd eat a normal portion now he eats a tiny bit, hes been easily agitated and he just has a look in his eyes.... a type of look I know all to well but I don't want to asume hes..." she lets out a shaky sigh. She hated talking about this. "and he's been acting weird sorta sometimes like he hates Em and I'm trying not to profile they way he's been acting too but I'm worried and-" she rambled slightly. Spencer was one of her closest and best friends. Spencer and Alison hung out a lot, they had a lot of common interests and they understood each other's stupid jokes. But when she rambled she was cut of by hotch speaking.

"it's not bad. It shows you care, even more then you'll probably ever admit to him," he paused slightly making it clear about what he was implying. "But that's Reid were talking about and practically all of us are worried. He works in a team of FBI profiler he knows we're worried. But the best we can do in be there for him and give him time for that when he's ready he'll talk to us and go back to his way of extra work." Hotch spoke calmly. "Now go home and get some rest, you need rest and to not worry as much as you do, reid will be fine." Hotch spoke calmly doing his best to help her from over worrying.

Alison nodded slightly "will do sir. And you should go home too." She spoke quietly as she started gathering her things including the stuff she was going to drop off at Spencers. She wasn't gonna just leave them there.

Alison fixed her hair back and grabbed her things and left the building setting Spencers things in the passenger seat and started her truck and began driving towards the whereabouts of Spencer's apartment. It near'd 1 am by now and it was beginning to rain.

She pulled into the parking lot of the building and got out taking the sweater and books Spencer left at the office with her. She had been to Spencers multiple times and often went with him after they both finished up at the office for movie nights, it was how both of them got close aside from making each other laugh in the office. It was to the point he gave her a key for the purpose of surprising him, bringing him things he may have forgotten or asked for she would use it especially when under the assumption that spencer was sleeping like in this situation.

Alison quietly unlocked the door and enterd and she heard a quiet sigh from the bathroom as she entered. She set the stuff in the kitchen counter before turned towards the cracked bathroom door. She walked over to it figuring she should let him now it was only her there. She knocked slightly on the wall. "Hey Spence, just want to-...." and do slightly to the old building the door opened more, revealing Spencer standing shocked staring back at her. He had a vial of Dilaudid, empty and syringe, still full held up to his arm.

They both just stared at eachother. Spencer was shaking due to shock.

"Oh.....Spence...." Alisons voice more gentle then expected as she stepped forward with a sad look on her face as she reached out to the syringe away from him.

Spencer didn't say anything back he just took a step back.

Alison took a step forward and while Spencer wasn't expecting it she pulled the syringe out of his arm, then began prying it out of Spencer's hand. It seemed like she done this type of thing before. His grip was strong as he asked her repeatedly to not take it away from him, she didn't listen. She got it out of him hands and threw it to the other side of the bathroom. Spencer attempted to go retrieve it only to be pulled back and into a tight hug, stopping him dead in his tracks. Spencer froze.

"Spencer... Please...you don't need it.. it-its a problem that you have to get over and i-i'm not gonna let you hype yourself on drugs.. I refuse to lose you in that sort of way.." Alison's voice was quiet, it was only loud enough for Spencer to hear faintly.

Spencer couldn't help but start to cry. He didn't expect anyone to ever find out let alone try to stop him. He sank down to the ground, Alison slipped down with him. She stayed there, hugging him the whole time but doing her best to make him feel better. "I...I'm sorry..." Were the only words Spencer was able to make out well he was crying.

Alisons response made things feel like a whirlwind.

She spoke softly and slipped her hands up to his face and wiped his tears before cupping his cheeks. "Hey.. don't apologize. It's okay, I'm just glad I was able to get here quick enough to stop you from taking it. Dilaudid can kill you and I...I love you way to much to lose you to drugs of all things Spence." She didn't fully realize she revealed the fact she was in love with him or fully what she said

Spencer stared for a second, leaning into her touch. He was processing her words full before speaking really low and quietly. "You love me?...." Spencer was curious as to whether it was love as in romantic relationship type gor love as in 'your like family too me'

Alison's face heated up, her face was a slight tiny of red her ears were even more red. "I...um..." Her words got stuck in her throat she didn't say anything else, she pulled her hands back and just nodded. She often found it hard to lie to Spencer so she didn't but she didn't give a clear answer.

Nither of them said or did anything the the feelings were obvious on both ends. The night would end with Alison spending the night on Spencers couch, Spencer didn't trust himself to be alone so he also chose to stay out there where he ended up falling asleep in the middle of reading another book. Alison didn't sleep the whole night, instead she read and kept a watch on Spencer. She still worried about him.

Not talking about it left them when an awkward romantic tension between the two of them. JJ was the first to find out about it two days after a case when Alison had first gotten into the office for the rest of the week and she was trying to figure out what was going on between herself and Spencer and JJ was the best person in her opinion to talk to. The second person was Morgan about two weeks later who noticed how close Spencer and Alison had been and how at the current moment on the jet home from a case Alison was reading Spencer's favorite book.

They only talked about it five weeks after Morgan found it. Alison had gone out drinking with Morgan and Prentiss and she was rather honest and cuddly while drunk and she ended up having to call someone to come pick her up since both Morgan and Prentiss went home with other people well drunk then again that tends to be normal. Normally she'd call JJ but this weekend JJ was out of town, so she called Spencer. Who answered quickly. She ended up staying the night at Spencers again and again confessing her love to him, even though Spencer knew she was an honest drunk he did tell her they would talk when she wasn't drunk.

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First time writing down detailed ish things from my DR. If you read all the way here thank you and I'm planning to write some more of the things that's happened and the other dr things.

I'll be writing another of these in a similar way but as a different character In a whole different Dr. I'll probably do Emily, JJ or hotch next but we will see. If you liked this and want to see more stuff like this let me know I reallyyyy love writing!

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[deanstead]

Reinforcements

Pairing: Will Halstead x HalsteadSister!Reader x Jay Halstead

Requested: yes, by anon

Summary: Y/N gets jumped on the way to meet her brothers. After her brothers arrive to help and take her home, she shuts them out and Jay has to call in reinforcements.

Characters: Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Hailey Upton

Word Count: 1,604

Warnings: attempted sexual assault, language

A/N: This is primarily a Halstead!Sister fic, so I left things between Upstead kind of vague cos er I don’t really write for them lol. But I thought this was a good idea for a oneshot so I ended up writing it anyway. This is also the last of the old requests!

HALSTEAD!SISTER MASTERLIST

You glanced at your watch. You were already late so Jay was going to nag and you really couldn’t handle that today. What you really needed was a drink. Which was why you were glad that at least you’d agreed to meet your brothers at Molly’s.

As you spotted the lights of Molly’s, right on cue, your screen lit up with Jay’s name flashing across it. You rolled your eyes just as you answered the call.

“Yeah, I’m like five minutes away. Maybe three if you hang up. Can you just…”

You didn’t manage to finish your sentence as you felt someone grab you from behind. You gave a yelp of surprise as you your phone clattered down against the concrete pavement. You weren’t sure if it had been picked up by your brother on the other end of the line but you could vaguely hear Jay calling your name through the speaker. Whoever had grabbed you didn’t seem to care, Jay’s voice fading as the strong hands pulled you deeper into the adjacent alley.

Whoever this was was strong. Even as you fought with all your might, you felt yourself getting dragged deeper and deeper away from the street. You could smell stale alcohol even though he had a hand clamped over your mouth and nose, his other arm looped around your front.

As he pushed you against the wall of the alley, you saw him for the first time, feeling panic mixed with fear pulsate through your body. His eyes looked glazed over, except for the dangerous look in his eyes as they swept across you.

“Just my type.” He drawled.

Fuck.

You tried calculating your chances of escape if you hit back now but it was difficult even threading together a singular coherent thought as your brain felt just as paralyzed as your limbs. You could hear Jay’s voice from a distant memory, walking you through what you should do when you found yourself in such a situation, as your attacker trailed one hand down your side, the other hand clamped around your throat threateningly.

Now, Y/N. Move, fight, do something.

Your body wasn’t exactly cooperative, but you had to do something, especially now as you felt one of this thumbs hook against the garter of the trousers you’d put on this morning.

No fucking way.

The desperation had overtaken the fear and allowed your limbs to move again. You tried to pull your knee upwards, the way Jay had taught you but he seemed to anticipate your moves, leaning his weight against you now so you could barely twitch your legs. He let out a chuckle that sent a shiver down your spine.

But that wasn’t all Jay had taught you.

You pushed your palm hard into his face, pulling back your other arm and hammering against his wrist that was around your neck. Surprised by the sudden motion, his hand slid off you as he stumbled backwards and you took off.

“You bitch!”

You could feel the tears prickling in your eyes but you couldn’t do this now. Not until you were safe.

“Jay! Will!” You screamed, only hoping they’d already come out to find you, pumping your legs harder as you felt him gain on you.

You tried to step off to the side to avoid him but you were a second too late as he dragged you down onto the concrete ground. You felt the wind knocked out of you for a second before the panic overtook again as he pinned you down onto the ground.

If your brothers didn’t arrive soon, you were screwed.

But your brothers had never disappointed you even once in your entire life.

“Y/N!” Will’s voice, followed closely by Jay’s furious roar.

You felt the pressure lift off you as Jay pulled the guy off you violently, and you heard the obvious sounds of Jay throwing punches.

Your breath felt like it was stuck in your throat as you heard extra voices join the scene but you couldn’t process anything right now. Even Will’s voice sounded like it was coming from far away.

“Y/N. Y/N!” You blinked, realizing your oldest brother was right here, he was here.

“Will…” Your voice shook with the effort it took.

Will nodded back at you, his hands holding your shoulders gently. “Breathe. Breathe.”

You frowned until you realized that you weren’t breathing. It was like your body forgot how to do it automatically and you inhaled now, consciously.

Will exhaled with relief. “You’re okay, alright. I got you.”

The tears now streaked across your cheeks as your body shook and Will pulled you into him protectively, a hand resting gently on your head like he had when you’d had nightmares a long time ago when you could still jump into his bed.

You turned your face into Will, just as you felt someone else touch your shoulder. You almost jumped out of your skin, curling further into Will’s embrace before you heard his voice.

“It’s me.”

You turned your face upwards now. “Jay?”

Jay’s green eyes were still laced with rage, mixed in with worry, and his knuckles were bruised. “Let’s get you out of here, alright?”

You nodded, as Will helped you up and your knees almost buckled before you realized they were shaking.

Jay reached out for your hand and squeezed. “You’re alright.”

“He…”

“Adam is hauling his ass where it belongs.” Jay just answered through clenched teeth.

“Y/N, will you come out, please?” Will pleaded for like the tenth time since you’d gotten home and shut your brothers out, both literally and figuratively.

You’d always loved having two brothers you were close to. The only time you hadn’t was when you needed a girl to talk to. How were you supposed to explain the fear you’d felt in that moment when you knew what he wanted, the disgust you felt as he held onto the garter of your trousers knowing that in a second….

You closed your eyes, trying to wipe the image, the feelings, everything out. You knew you needed to get it out, but you didn’t know how to tell your brothers.

Besides, you were pretty sure if you did tell them, Jay would be out of the house in a second to literally kill someone. And you couldn't let him do that, not to himself.

“Y/N? It’s me, Hailey. Can I come in?”

Your head jerked up in surprise to hear her voice but you managed to find your voice. “Yeah.”

The door cracked open and Hailey moved in towards you, Jay following on her tail.

You gave him a look and Hailey glanced over her shoulder. “Out.”

“I asked you to come and help, I didn’t…”

“So let me help, Jay. Out. No guys in here.” Hailey said, before she threw both the Halstead boys out, shutting the door in her partner’s face.

“Hey.” Hailey called, before she perched herself next to you, still keeping a small distance between the both of you.

You didn’t answer and Hailey didn’t push, just sitting next to you in silence, waiting for you to be ready.

“Jay called you?” You asked quietly after a beat of silence.

Hailey nodded. “Yeah, he was worried.”

“He’s always worried.” You shot back, which made Hailey smile.

You let the silence fall again before you started talking, telling her practically everything that had happened and Hailey reached over for your hand now, squeezing it, not even letting go as you finished recounting the night’s events.

“I just… I shouldn’t have been late. I should have left earlier, I…”

Hailey shook her head. “Y/N, stop right there. You didn’t do anything wrong, alright?”

“And Jay taught me a bunch of stuff in case I got stuck in a situation like this but I just… I just froze. If I had fought harder… I shouldn’t even have let him drag me into the alley in the first place, I should have….”

“Y/N. Look at me.” Hailey said, her voice firm.

You glanced up at her.

“You did nothing wrong. Sometimes when we’re hit with a trauma, when fear takes over…” Hailey paused, clearing her throat before continuing. “Sometimes our bodies just react. It’s instinct. And it’s not your fault.”

You swiped off the tear that traveled down your cheek. “Is Jay disappointed?”

Hailey frowned. “What?”

“He taught me everything. How to get away, what to do and I just…”

Hailey squeezed your hand again. “Right now, Jay is just glad you’re not hurt alright? And from what I heard you fought pretty damn hard. I’m sure Jay’s proud.”

You glanced up and Hailey smiled. “You think you up to seeing them now?”

You nodded, so Hailey reached over to give you a hug, before going to open the door.

“You okay?” Jay asked, the moment he barged in.

You nodded, but then shrugged. “Kind of, but not really. I…”

“You don’t have to tell us anything, you don’t have to say anything. But we’re here.” Jay said, reaching over to envelope you into a hug.

You could even tell the gentle hand that was patting your back was Will’s, even as you closed your eyes against Jay and you nodded.

“Thank you.” You whispered, feeling the safety of being with your brothers overtake the fear that had still been lingering just a moment ago.

Jay glanced back at Hailey, with you still pressed into his side, making you once again feel like that little girl that used to sit on her older brother's shoulders. “Thanks, Hailey.”

Hailey just nodded and smiled as she leaned against the wall, watching the three of you. "Anytime, partner."

You smiled back at Hailey and she gave you a smile. "Anytime." She repeated at you.

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[oomuns]

eyeliner 101

pairing — yang jeongin x gn!reader

tags — fluff, established relationship, reader is pretty good at eyeliner, 0.9k words, unedited

there are certain days where you and jeongin are far too tired to go out and end up staying at home doing nothing.

today is no exception.

you are nestled in between jeongin's outstretched legs, with one of his arms around your middle. with every breath, his chest rises up and down against your back, and sooner than later your breathing becomes synchronized with his. both of your gazes are stuck to your phone screen, watching a youtuber apply makeup to their face.

"that looks difficult." jeongin's deep voice rumbles from behind you.

you turn your head ever so slightly so you could see his face, giggling once you catch sight of his furrowed eyebrows. seems like he's more invested in this youtube video than you are. "it's not that hard once you get used to it," you reply, amused by his undivided attention on the video playing.

"i've never had mine done that way before," he mumbles, thinking out loud.

an idea immediately sparks to life in your mind. "wanna try?" you grin, looking up at him.

the turn of jeongin's head towards you is quickly followed by an excited nod of approval. you push yourself off his warm embrace immediately after his response. scurrying to your dresser, you search your makeup bag and pull out a black eyeliner.

when you turn around, you find your boyfriend sitting on the edge of your bed, his focus already back on your phone screen. you bite your lip, holding back a laugh. "you ready?" you ask, walking back to stand in front of him.

"so you're saying," jeongin looks up at you, "you're gonna do my eyeliner exactly like this." he has an incredulous look in his eyes as he motions to your phone.

you squint your eyes. "are you underestimating me?"

jeongin's eyes widen. "no, of course not," he stammers, scared to have hurt your feelings. unconsciously, his hands move to rub up and down your thighs, slightly pushing you to stand closer to him.

"i'm joking, babe," you hear a sigh of relief escape him when you laugh it off. with a free hand, you tilt his chin upwards to face you. "now close your eyes."

with a fond smile on his lips, jeongin complies and closes his eyes shut. you hold back his hair, then you rest your other hand on his cheekbone and started drawing on his eyelid with gentle strokes. you are too busy to notice him opening one of his eyes to marvel at your concentrated face in such close proximity.

"cute," he whispers under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.

despite your heated cheeks, you shush him, not wanting anything to distract you from your work of art. jeongin smirks lightly at your reaction.

thankfully, your boyfriend managed to behave himself until you finish drawing winged eyeliner on both of his eyelids. taking a step back, you finally get to admire your masterpiece.

"i know i look good, you don't have to stare that hard," jeongin wiggles his eyebrows, only to have you roll your eyes in return.

ignoring him, you usher him to the mirror on your dresser, making him look at your work. "how did i do?"

"it looks really good." jeongin turns his face this way and that, inspecting how the eyeliner enhances his eyes.

"tha-"

"i look really good." he laughs when he sees you glare at him from the mirror. "can i try?" he asks as he turns around and walks back to you.

you tilt your head. "try what?"

"can i try putting eyeliner on you?"

after a few seconds of contemplation (and calculating the chances of him messing up and end up poking your eyeball with the eyeliner brush), you shrug. "okay. but be gentle and try not to poke my eyes."

"of course." jeongin makes you sit down on the bed and takes the eyeliner from your hand. "close your eyes, love."

the last thing you see before closing your eyes was his mischievous grin (which in retrospect, should've been a warning to what he's about to do). ignoring your suspicions, you stay quiet as you feel jeongin's fingers tilting your chin up. mimicking your previous actions, he brushes your hair away from your face and rests a hand on your cheek.

everything was peace and quiet until you feel the brush stroking tip of your nose. your eyes shoot open, immediately leaning back to stay away from his reach. "jeongin, what are you-"

jeongin lets out a mischievous chuckle before saying, "wait- wait i'm not finished-"

"why are you drawing on my nose?" you whine, arms reaching out to try and grab the eyeliner back from jeongin. unfortunately for you, he effortlessly stretches his arm way out of your reach while continuing to laugh at the black spot on your nose.

giving up rather quickly, you pout before standing up to catch your reflection in the mirror.

and there it is. a jet black dot covering the tip of your nose. you whine jeongin's name in protest, but it only makes him laugh louder.

"wait, i can make it look better," he says, nearing towards you. you narrow your eyes at him. "i swear!"

you grumble quietly as he draws three lines on both of your cheeks. "i hate you." you glance at the absurd drawings decorating your face in the mirror before turning back to jeongin.

"you look adorable," he snickers.

(you really do. jeongin is genuinely complimenting you but you are far too exasperated to notice.)

"shut up."

#by aira 📓 #stray kids #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #in fluff #yang jeongin #jeongin fluff #in x reader #jeongin x reader #skz drabbles #stray kids drabbles #skz jeongin #jeongin drabbles

[rebelliousstories]

Happily Ever After

Relationship: Jack Twist x Male!Reader

Fandom: Brokeback Mountain

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Strong Language, Mentions of Ennis and Unwelcome Feelings

Word Count: 1,805

Masterlist: Here

Jake Gyllenhaal & Co. Masterlist: Here

Summary: Sometimes, Prince Charming is just a few years away.

As much as he wanted, Jack knew he couldn’t wait forever. Every year that he waited for Ennis to come to him, took something away from his heart. He knew why Ennis never did, hell, he understood better than anyone else. But that didn’t mean that the pain didn’t go away. The pain of being put aside for him to live a life that they both knew he didn’t like, with his only bright side being his girls. Yes, Ennis Del Mar was a stubborn son of a bitch, and so was Jack Twist. Which meant they both held out hope that the other one would come to their senses and leave.

After his last visit with Ennis, Jack decided enough was enough. He couldn’t continue on meeting up with him every once in a while to spend the night together, and then return him back to his wife and kids the next morning. His heart hurt to do it, but it was for the best. Ennis looked relieved and depressed at the news, which didn’t make dropping him off any easier on Jack. But it had to be done, for both of their sakes. Which lead Jack to wandering across America. The divorce had put things into perspective for him, and now he was trying to enjoy life as best he could.

Eventually, Jack settled back on Brokeback Mountain. The place that felt more like home than anywhere else. The man felt the sun start to peak over the horizon and onto his face from the window in his bedroom. He groaned and turned over, but felt something heavy and warm wrapped around him. The warm something against his back, and the distinct lack of coffee smell let him know that his companion had yet to wake up and get started on the day today. Jack heard a groan behind him, and felt the warm body nuzzle further into his neck from behind. The early morning, the smells of the mountain, and the company with him pulled Jack into a welcome memory.

~

“‘Scuse me, sir?” Jack turned around and beheld a man with a beautiful, but worn Stetson on his head. The espresso brown color complimented the mystery man’s skin, eyes, and the little bit of hair peaking through.

“Anyone sittin’ here?” The mystery man asked, and pointed to the only other available seat at the bar. Jack shook his head and motioned for the man to sit down, which he did. Flagging down the bartender, he heard a honey smooth voice order a double whiskey on the rocks. He sounded like a man after Jack’s heart.

“Whatcha doin’ in a place like this? You look like a city boy.” Jack’s eyebrows shot up to the top of his head as he slowly looked over his shoulder at the man. The look he was giving him must have been enough to convey the emotion he felt being called a city boy, because the mystery man started to talk once more.

“Oh, ‘m sorry. Me and my big mouth. I-I-I meant that you look really clean cut for being out in a workin’ part of town like this. Not that you…” he trailed off, mumbling to himself about the trouble his mouth was about to get him into. The man reminded Jack a lot of him when he was younger and more full of vigor. He started to chuckle lightly as he turned to face the man more.

“You’re alrigh’, I suppose. What’s your name?” The whiskey in his hands felt warmer than usual, as Jack watched the man’s face. The man supplied him with his name, and let himself roll it over his tongue a couple times before giving him his own. It was strange for Jack to be back in this position all these years later, now weathered and hurt. But it reminded him of the good times he had, and hoped for more to come.

“So, what brings you out here, Jack?” He asked, nursing the whiskey in his hands. He laughed humorlessly and thought about his answer.

“Just tired of living for everyone else. All my folks ran me off, so I’m just wanderin’ now. What about you? Your folks run you off?” A flash of blonde hair and a white hat passed over his mind, but the response wasn’t right.

“I guess I’m the same. I’m tired of survivin’ for everyone else. I wanna live for me.” And like that, the sweet chocolate brown eyes flashed away from memory. The gruff voice was replaced by this honey laced one. Same situation, different outcome. It took Jack a long time to realize that this was the beginning of the rest of his life.

~

Being pulled back into the present, soft kisses were pressed against Jack’s shoulders, neck, and back. He hummed at the affection and let himself sink further into the embrace. The head that the devilish lips were attached to peaked over his shoulder and came into view.

“Good morning, cowboy.” His partner said, voice stifled with sleep. He dropped his head on Jack’s chest and let the other man card his hands through his hair.

“Good morning, beau.” Jack responded as he pressed a small kiss to his head. They laid there for a moment more before his partner had to get up, and he made it known. Groaning, he shuffled over Jack, stretched, and walked over to grab a pair of jeans off the floor. Jack simply admired the man from behind, and made no move to get out of bed just yet.

“You wan’ some coffee, cowboy?” He asked, hand waiting on the door. Jack leveled him a deadpan look.

“Does that damn rooster wake us up every morning?” The man laughed as he walked out the door of their bedroom, and left Jack laying down in their shared bed. He knew he needed to get up. He had to help with taking care of their ranch, but everything seemed peaceful right now. He’d hate to disturb it, but it needed to be done. After a few minutes of staying in the warm bed, and letting the sunrise get him awake, Jack stood and went to go find a pair of jeans and a shirt. He stuffed his feet into a pair of socks, before grabbing another flannel shirt and heading to the kitchen.

The sight was something to behold when he finally arrived in the kitchen. His partner stood with his back to the threshold, and lost in his own world. He hummed quietly as the coffee was brewing on the stovetop, with the radio guiding him along in tune and tempo. As he watched the man in the kitchen go about his routine, Jack ran his hands over the flannel in his hands that he was going to offer. Their life together so far flashed in his head as he quietly observed. He came up behind the shirtless man and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, while tucking his head into the little spot where the neck met the shoulder. Jack felt his partner’s head tip back onto his own shoulder and the two began to sway gently. The music, the smell of the coffee, and the sound of the great outdoors that awaited them all helped set the mood of the morning.

Both were just content. They were content to be with each other, content to live where they did, and content to be themselves. It was easier to be themselves away from the prying eyes of society. The same ones that called their lifestyle sinful while having multiple affairs. But that didn’t matter out here. Here, they were just there. No heavy deadlines, or appearances to keep. No watching what they say, or how they act. It was freeing to be them out here. Jack watched with droopy eyes as his partner placed several spoonfuls of sugar into his mug and went to add a splash of milk. While Jack didn’t need the milk, it was a nice touch when they could afford it. He watched the man fix his own cup of coffee before dragging them both over to the table in the dining room. Jack had totally missed the food that was already there. How long had it been that his partner left their bedroom?

“Here you go, cowboy. Eat up. We’ve gotta go repair that fence today.” The man said, digging into his eggs and sausage. Jack groaned around a mouthful of eggs and threw his head back.

“Seriously? How many times have we had to fix that damn fence this month?” He continued to tear into his toast and breakfast while they talked.

“Three. That’s because of the damn sheep. They just don’t leave it the hell alone. Which reminds me, we’ve gotta eat anythin’ that can go bad soon. We’re movin’ the sheep ‘cross the mountain again this summer.” Jack was amazed at his ability to multitask like that. It surely couldn’t have been easy but he made it appear so.

“Damn it. Okay. We takin’ Jesse with us, right?” He asked, biting off a piece of toast.

“Yep. We’re gettin’ a little raise from last year’s adventure but it will be enough to pay for the fence and then some.” The men finished their meals with some small talk, mostly about the day ahead. With plates in the sink, and mugs in hand, a now full dressed couple stood on the porch, and watched the land. Jesse came up as soon as she saw her owners with a dead squirrel in her mouth and tail a wagging. They laughed and got the squirrel away from her before resting. The same routine everyday, but they loved it. One last moment of piece before they would turn in for the night later on.

They drank their coffee and enjoyed the blissful state of nature around them. Jesse laid at their feet, while Jack wrapped his right arm around his partner’s shoulders. He felt his partner do the same but with his left arm. Jack turned and pressed a kiss to his partner’s head and nuzzled further into the hair that he fell in love with years ago. He always imagined that he would be doing this with Ennis. That’s what his heart wanted for twenty years; twenty years of longing, pain, love, and heartache. But this was even better. A partner that loved him as he loved him, one that stood by his side but called him out when he needed to. Someone to live out his happily ever after with with no doubt that he would crawl through fire and glass just to see Jack happy. Maybe it’s not with who he originally thought it would be, but happily ever after takes a little time to get sometimes.

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[burrowingkelce]

Meet Your Mama Pt 3

I'M SORRRRRRY I KEPT YOU GUYS WAITING WAYYYYYY TOO LONG BUT IT'S HERE NOW 😖 No warnings. Let me know if you want a part 4 to this and what to include.

You woke before Travis the next morning still dazed from the night before. As you carefully lifted his huge arm off your torso, you quietly slid out of bed and to the bathroom.

Your parents house was small, and the bathrooms reflected that, but this was home nonetheless.

You finished brushing your hair before grabbing a T-shirt, flannel, and jeans from your suitcase. You knew being home for a bit was going to mean working hard on the cattle and horses.

As you walked downstairs to see your mom, you heard the bed creak upstairs. Travis was awake.

Once he realized you were no longer in bed, he jolted up, putting his clothes on, and ran downstairs just as you hugged your mom good morning.

You heard his heavy steps and rolled your eyes at your mom. She laughed as Travis came up behind you and gave you a kiss behind your ear before slumping his head into your shoulder.

"Good Morning sleepy head." You said as you reached back to scratch at his beard.

He just grunted before standing up to find a seat at the table.

You made him a cup of coffee and placed it in front of him as he grabbed it and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

"Best coffee ever." He said, wiping his moustache as he stood up and kissed you. He went over to your mom and gave her a hug, then to your dad to shake his hand.

"We got work for you Travis." Your dad said a little too enthusiastically for your taste.

"Whatcha got for me pops?" Travis asked which made your dad shutter.

"Your on cattle duty today."

Great. That means Travis has to get on a horse and cut cattle with no knowledge on how a horse works.

"Dad, Travis never rode a horse." You said, trying to get the point across that he wasn't cut out for the job.

"Then he'll learn. C'mon Trav." Your dad yelled before motioning to Travis.

You looked at your mom, "He's gonna get hurt if he puts him on Captain America."

"Then you better go make sure he doesn't." Said your mom, chuckling.

You ran upstairs to put on your chaps before running outside to the old tattered barn.

You thought for sure this old heap of metal would have collapsed by now, but it's standing just as strong as the day it was built.

You walked inside to see your dad cinching up Captain's saddle.

"Dad, no. He can't ride him." You yelled.

"Sure he can! I've had a private trainer over since you ran off to Kansas City."

You were livid. No one was to touch Captain till you got back.

"You did what?!" You screamed at your dad. Not caring the tone of your voice.

"Don't you yell at me!" Your dad shouted before throwing Captains bridle at you.

"Take care of it yourself then. I'll go get Bristol ready."

You clutched the bridle like it was the last thing on Earth. Captain was too green for Travis and you knew it.

"It's okay Y/N, really." Travis tried to sound reassuring.

"No it's not. You'll get killed if you ride him. Go get Comanche."

Travis grabbed the lead rope and led Comanche out of his stall. Then he grabbed the cross-ties and clipped him in place.

You took the cross-ties off Captain and put the reins over him before putting the bit in his mouth. To your surprise, he didn't throw his head around and took it willingly.

Maybe I shouldn't have been so hard on dad. You thought.

You put Captain back in his stall and went over to see how Travis was doing. Surprisingly, he was doing good for someone who knew nothing about horses.

"Damn, good job babe." You said patting Travis on his back.

"Thanks honey." He leaned down to kiss you as your mare, Beyoncé huffed behind you.

"Oh you jealous little lady." You laughed as you helped Travis lengthen his stirrups.

"Okay, you lead him to that round-pen over there and I'll bring the little demon." You laughed as Travis led Comanche.

You walked over to Captain and lead him out of his stall.

"Alright you little shit." You said patting his neck gently.

You put your foot in the stirrup and swung your leg over. To your surprise, he stood completely still.

Just as you were gathering your reins, your dad walked in.

"See? He's bomb-proof." Your dad assured you.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you Dad, you were only trying to help.

"I understand kid. I shouldn't have hired a trainer without asking you first."

You leaned down to hug your dad the best you could before he walked out of the barn.

You gave Captain a little tap with your heel and he walked on.

Travis was walking Comanche around the pen before stopping by the gate.

"You could have got on Travis. He's not going to kill you." You laughed as he used the gate to help get leverage to pull himself on the horse.

"I thought it was better to wait till you came out." He said, blushing.

"Good idea."

You instructed Travis to walk around the pen, then trot. Comanche was pretty good in the lope, but still squirly.

"See if he'll lope. He might be a little squirly." You warned Travis. "Just squeeze with your heels and tell him to lope."

Travis listened and Comanche's ears pinned to his head. Within seconds, he started trying to buck Travis off.

"Lean back and release your heels!" You yelled to him. "Talk to him."

Travis looked worried as your dad came walking over.

"YEEEEHAW RIDE 'EM COWBOY!!!" your dad yelled as you slapped his arm.

"Just shush him Travis and drag out a woah."

"Looks like Comanche could use a private trainer." Your dad joked to you.

"Sign him up."

Travis managed to calm Comanche down and started scratching his neck.

"You trying to kill me Y/N?!" Travis jokingly yelled to you.

"He's never bucked like that. I knew he might have a bit of squirly in him but nothing that severe."

You hopped off Captain and Travis off Comanche.

"Take Captain. I'll ride this brat."

"Are you sure? He might be worse."

"Trust me, he won't be." You looked over at your dad and smiled.

Some days you doubted your old man, but at the end of the day, father knows best.

You and Travis swapped horses and you led Comanche back into the pen.

"He won't do that to me." You told Travis. "He knows your new, so he's testing you."

Travis watched as you made Comanche lope, despite the same ear pinning. Just as he raised his butt to buck, you gave him a light tap with your heel and hand.

"AT" you yelled to Comanche. "Don't you think about it"

Comanche listened to you, but you didn't feel comfortable letting Travis back on him.

"Your not riding him Travis. He's too squirly for you." You looked at him explaining why your prized steed is acting like a toddler.

"That's fair. Guess Captain is the good one today." He scratched him and Captain settled his head on Travis' forearm.

I'm sorry I have to cut this early but I have to get homework done and I don't want y'all to be reading for an hour lol. Like at the beginning, let me know what you want to see in Part 4 and possibly 5. We're definitely getting to Travis cutting cattle in Part 4, but I need a few more ideas. Anywho, I'm going to take a break for an hour to catch up on some overdue assignments. See y'all later!!!

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[angsty-violet]

Doctor's Appointment

Clone hadn’t fought him when it came to loading him into the armored vehicle. He had capitulated and for that, Ghost had allowed him to press close to him during the drive.

He was dressed in soft, easy to remove clothes. More like pajamas then traditional clothing. Normally, Ghost let him choose his own clothes. He had found that Clone gravitated toward very simple, sturdy work clothes. A true farmer, all the way to his soul. But they would be too much of a hassle today, so Ghost had dressed Clone in a very different outfit.

If Clone continued his obedience all the way through testing, Ghost would need to come up with a reward for him. Something to show that his efforts were appreciated. That he had done a good job.

Something sweet? Or perhaps, new plants for his garden. Then again, if the strain, mental or physical was too much, he might not have the energy to garden. Ghost thought over for a minute and decided to wait and see.

They pulled up to the building and for a second, it looked like Clone was going to refuse. Then, he let himself be guided out of the car and toward the building. Several guards flanked their sides while one held Clone’s neck firmly.

They had been instructed to avoid harming Clone as much as possible. Especially if he was obeying. Nice to see that his words had been heeded.

“Doctor, if you’d come with us, we can start the first test.”

Ghost nodded in agreement and met Clone’s eyes. They were afraid, of course, but Ghost paid them no mind. Whether or not they were lying about the tests not being painful, didn’t matter. They were here, and they were going through with it. End of story.

Despite his fear, Clone went without a fight. Ghost smiled to himself. Brave little thing.

The tests were not, in fact, painful. Which Ghost appreciated very much. Hopefully, it wouldn’t dislodge too much of his conditioning while they were there.

Ghost was led back out of his room to where Clone was waiting between two soldiers. His head was bowed, but he didn’t look too distressed.

“How was he?” Ghost asked the doctor with them.

“A perfect subject. Very obedient. We have plenty of data to work with for a while, so we shouldn’t need either of you for a bit.”

“Excellent.” Ghost nodded at the doctor and then took Clone’s arm.

“Come on, let’s go home.”

Once ensconced in the safety of their home and out of earshot of any eavesdroppers, Ghost kissed Clone gently on the cheek.

“Daddy knew you could be a good boy for him. You did such a good job today. So brave to go do those tests. Daddy’s good boy.”

Alice entered the bedroom, carrying a small stack of clothes.

“Thanks beloved.”

She inspected him carefully. “Is he hurt?”

Ghost shook his head. “No, he’s okay. Baby, why don’t you go show mommy?”

Clone stood and let Alice inspect him. He shivered when she ran her small hands down his bare back. There wasn’t a mark on him. Not even any bruising.

“See? He’s fine. And he was so brave. Weren’t you darling? No whining, or crying. Just a brave little baby.”

Clone looked at him with those big wet eyes and nodded.

Ghost held out his arms. “Come here baby. I know, it was so scary. You did such a good job, I think you should get a reward. Do you know what you might want?”

Clone frowned, deep in thought. Then he shrugged.

“Well, give it some thought. Maybe something sweet to eat. Or perhaps a new plant for your garden.”

Clone shrugged again and then let out a big yawn.

“Oh, a tired baby,” Ghost cooed lightly at him. “You had a big day. Time for bed.”

They were still sleeping with Clone between them. Alice seemed to settle more with him in bed and Ghost could make sure they weren’t up to something naughty again.

Ghost helped him put on his pajamas and guided him into bed. Alice went through the motions and started on her beauty routine. Ghost slid in beside him and nuzzled him gently.

“Why don’t we get some rest?”

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[natashxromanovf]

It’s whatever

Robin Buckley x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1454

WARNINGS: a lot of dialogue, cursing, suggestive comment at the end, mentions of food

REQUESTED: {x} by anon, rivals to lovers

SUMMARY: When the two get paired up for a project neither of them likes it very much yet the time spent working on it reveals some feelings they both buried deep down.  

A/N: thank you for this lovely request! i am absolutely in love with robin and was so glad when i got your ask <33 the timeline is a little messed up but it’s whatever ;) gif credits to @julicnbaker

The second you heard your teacher say the names Robin Buckley and Y/N Y/L/N in one sentence, you knew it wasn't going to be anything good. It’s not a secret you and Robin don’t like each other very much - in fact, you’re pretty sure your whole grade knows it. It’s not so rare to hear the two of you fighting in the hallways over the most stupid things ever. And the fact that you two have a locker right next to one another doesn’t help either. There’s just something about her that gets on your nerves.

“What? No, please, miss, anyone but her!” you exclaim, basically begging the teacher to pair you up with someone else.

“I’m sorry but the pairs are already made. You’ll just have to learn how to work with each other,” the teacher comments, making you turn around and stare at Robin with a murderous glare. It’s not her fault but you can’t take your frustration out on the teacher so she’ll have to do. Besides, she’s going to do the same thing.

~

“No, we’re definitely not writing that!” Robin argues, snatching the piece of paper out of your hands.

“Then what should we write?!” you yell, putting your hands up in frustration. It’s been like this for the past hour or so, desperately trying to work together but failing miserably. “We’re getting nowhere. How about I just do the project and then we simply present it together?” you suggest, taking deep breaths to calm down.

“Yeah, of course, and let you take all the credit? You’re delusional,” she barks back, placing your notes on the table between the two of you.

“Well, you’re impossible to work with,” you state, crossing your arms on your chest.

“I work perfectly with people who aren’t you,” she defends herself, making you roll your eyes.

“I really don’t know how Steve can like you,” you wonder out loud, and now it’s her turn to roll her eyes.

“And I really don’t know how Steve can like you,” she answers the rhetorical question, a puff of air leaving your mouth.

“Whatever,”

“Yeah, whatever,” she repeats, looking down at what you currently have on the theme. “We wrote three sentences. In one hour.” Robin sighs, taking a deep breath before saying the next words. “What if,” a pause. “What if we put our differences aside, just for the sake of our grade?” she almost shyly asks, and you can’t believe a half-decent idea came out of her mouth.

“Sure. It’s whatever,” you mutter, relaxing your face muscles.

“Yeah, whatever,” she whispers, and you could have sworn there was a ghost of a smile on her face.

~

Today is the day you’re supposed to present your finished work but you haven't seen Robin all day. Not in the first class you had together, not in the hallway. The presentation is in 15 minutes and you’re starting to get really nervous.

“Harrington!” you shout through half the hallway, students turning to look at you but you couldn’t care less.

“Wow, calm down Y/N, where’s the fire?” he questions, motioning for you to take a deep breath.

“Where’s your annoying little friend?” you ask, angrily puffing out air.

“Which one?”

“You know damn well which one, dipshit,” you mutter, signalling that it’s not a good time to joke right now.

“She stayed home. She’s sick,” he quickly answers, knowing how hard it is to deal with you when you’re angry.

“She’s sick?!” you exclaim, grabbing the students' attention once again. “And she didn't think to let me know?! Oh that-”

“Okay, let's just take a deep breath, in, then out, c’mon, do it with me,” Steve cuts you off before you could say anything else. You stare at him with murder written in your eyes but still follow his instructions. A couple of breaths later you finally calm down a little, trying to think of a way to persuade the teacher into letting you present some other day instead of angrily screaming to Steve about Robin. “There you go. See, that wasn’t that hard,” Steve finishes, taking his hand off your shoulder.

“Thanks,” you say in return, saying your goodbyes and storming the other way, back to the classroom.

~

After school, you make a quick stop at your house and then go straight to Robin’s. She opens up the door with puffy eyes, a half-used tissue in her hands.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” she questions, sneezing right after.

“I came to yell at you for not letting me know you’re sick,” you answer, but there’s almost no anger visible in your eyes. “You’re glad I could get Mrs Fisher to move the date of our presentation,” you state, a confused look setting on her face before the realisation hits her.

“Oh, shit!” she exclaims, her eyes widening. “Today was the day of the project. Oh, I’m so sorry Y/N, I totally forgot!” she apologises, coughing as soon as the words leave her mouth.

“It’s fine now, I don’t blame you that much now that I’ve seen you. I couldn’t think straight with a cold like that either,” you confess, earning a laugh from the girl standing in front of you. “You should have seen the panic I was causing at school tho. Steve had to calm me down by breathing with me,” you add, another chuckle slipping past her mouth.

“Oh, poor him. I’ve seen you angry, you’re not the easiest to deal with,” she comments, your mouth opening in mock offence.

“How dare you! I mean, it’s true but how dare you!” you whisper-yell, a smile appearing on your face right after. She mirrors your actions, stepping aside as in to say come in.

“What’s that in your hands?” she asks, making you remember what you stopped at home for.

“Oh, I brought you chicken soup! My mom made some because it’s her favourite so I took the opportunity,” you explain, handing her the bowl.

“You brought me… soup?” Robin questions, almost as if she couldn’t believe her ears.

“Yeah, is that so hard to believe?”

“Yeah, actually, just a week ago you hated my guts and now you’re bringing me chicken soup and I’m getting all these mixed signals and I don’t know what to think and I’m practically brain dead right now so I really don’t know what to-”

“Robin!” you cut her off, just like Steve did you hours ago. She abruptly stops, a blush appearing on her face.

“-And now I’m rambling again,” she softly finishes, her eyes looking down to your lips for just a second.

“It’s okay,” you reassure, awkwardly standing there. “The truth is,” you sigh, moving just a tad bit closer. “I actually really like you. You’re just so cool and the second I laid my eyes on you I knew we could never be friends so I just convinced myself I hate you instead. Like, your friends were just so different from mine, and I knew we couldn’t get along but maybe we actually could because I’m nothing, and I mean nothing like my friends and I know this seems so sudden but I just can’t take it anymore because this week has been the funniest out of my whole high school experience-”

“Y/N,” Robin softly says, ending your speech.

“And now I’m rambling,” you repeat the bronde’s previous sentence.

“You are,” she replies, taking a step closer to you. “But I don’t mind,” she adds, getting a hold of your hand. You look down at your interviewed hands and smile happily. She takes a deep breath, mentally preparing to say the next words. “I really hope I’m not reading the signs totally wrong but… can I kiss you?” she almost whispers, looking deep into your eyes.

Lost for words you simply nod, waiting for her to take the next move. And when she does, you swear you could melt right then and there. Her lips are so soft, they fit perfectly with yours. It’s like you were made for each other. The butterflies in your stomach are almost unbearable and when she pulls back, you immediately miss the warmness. She practically smirks when she sees you chasing after her lips, a laugh escaping her mouth.

“What?” you say when you open your eyes, making her shake her head.

“Nothing. You’re just so adorable,” she confesses, and you feel heat rushing up your neck.

“Fuck you,” you say without an ounce of hate in your voice.

“Is that a threat or a promise, love?” she winks, a giggle being heard from her. You’re lost for words, never before seeing this side of Robin but, to be honest, you really, really like it.

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