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cacoetheswriting · 1 year

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pearl: august 1984

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 2k chapter summary: goodbyes are always hard. and as eddie comes to learn, they're especially hard when they happen with a person you love.

content warnings: best friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, suggestive & mature themes, adult language, angsty, hard goodbyes, self-doubt / insecurities, mentions of recreational drug use, use of pet names - if i missed anything, pls let me know!

The day Eddie had been dreading for months has finally arrived.

His best friend was leaving to start an adventure in college and she was doing so… without him.

He really shouldn’t be this upset, after all, he’d been anticipating this moment ever since the two of you found out he wouldn’t get passable grades. But as he watched you pack the rest of the boxes into your parents car, his heart ached. It was suddenly all too real.

The two of you spent the entire summer trying to knock off as many items as you possibly could off a spontaneous bucket list you once came up with while high. From camping in the woods, then watching the sunset and sunrise together, randomly putting up Christmas decorations in July (the trailer looked like something out of a holiday special, for which Wayne almost killed you both), to even getting small matching tattoos — your initials on the inside of your right pinkies. The two of you completed every ridiculous thing on that list and honestly had the time of your lives while doing so.

“We should come up with a new list for next summer,” you muse, sitting with your legs dangling off the edge of the roof of your parents house.

Eddie smirks. He’s next to you, laying down and looking up at the cotton-candy clouds above as he gently rubs his hand on the bare skin of your lower back in a circular motion. The two of you had been in this position for the last twenty minutes, talking about nothing and everything all at once. And Eddie’s not a religious person by any means, but he thinks this is what heaven must feel like. He’s sure of it, actually.

“Maybe we could go on a mini road trip? Hm?” You continue, glancing back at your best friend's relaxed frame. “Celebrate you graduating in style, in New Orleans, as opposed to the stupid Hideout. What do you think?”

He smiles at the thought. He smiles at the fact you’re actually planning to still be in his life next year, never mind going on a trip together, despite your clear ability to make friends anywhere you go. Then, because of the same exact reason, his smile falters and he sits up slightly, propping himself up on his forearms before tilting his head as he looks at you.

“What if you meet someone new?” Eddie ponders and although the tone of his voice is teasing, the expression on his face is filled with worry. “You’re not gonna want to celebrate my delayed High School graduation when you could be goin’ on some fancy trip with your fancy college friends.”

You roll your eyes then lay backwards, leaning against his side. “Why would I want to make new friends when the one I have now provides me with enough dramatics?”

The tease earns you a melodic chuckle and a poke to your ribcage.

“Ha!” Eddie mocks, “You’re hilarious.”

“And you’re being stupid, so just agree to the New Orleans plan and shut up ‘cause all I’m tryin’ to do is have another perfect summer.”

Eddie huffs lightheartedly before laying back down, one arm now around your shoulder, holding you close. The giggles die down slowly and he lets out a content sigh.

“Shit, princess. I gotta be honest, I don’t think we’ll be able to create anything nearly as perfect as this.”

And for Eddie, it really was the perfect summer with the perfect girl. His girl.

Unfortunately for him, his girl was playing tetris with her belongings, making sure it all fit in the boot of the car, as he watched with a sullen look on his face because you weren't really his and this would be the last time you two saw each other at least until Thanksgiving.

Eddie realised his feelings for you developed into something he wasn’t used to after that afternoon in the back of his van, back in March, when he sang Me and Bobby McGee to you. Ever since then, he had tried to navigate around this unforeseen situation and later, the last few weeks to be exact, he even tried to tell you how he felt on numerous different occasions. Well, actually, tried is a strong word.

The correct expression would be he thought about telling you, but every time the moment felt somewhat right, he chickened out. His insecurities got the better of him because what if he didn’t really like you in a romantic way, just made himself believe that he did since you were leaving and his mind was selfishly trying to convince him professing his feelings would get you to stay. Or worse. He was scared to be honest ‘cause what if you didn’t feel the same way and he just flushed years of friendship down the drain.

But right this second, despite all perceived consequences and scenarios he replayed in his head on loop, Eddie was full of regret. He should have been honest with you since, at the end of the day, it didn’t matter if you liked him back ‘cause he’d remain your friend regardless. You, your friendship, meant more to him than any potential relationship.

“Eds,” you hail him back to reality, “Can you be a gentleman and help me with my last suitcases? They’re all that’s left in my room.”

He nods, plastering a fake smile on his face, and follows you inside.

The once colourfully decorated bedroom, your safe space as well as his, was now pretty much empty. Everything was gone, aside from permanent pieces of furniture, random posters, awards for different high school accomplishments, and knick knacks you thought were too childish for college.

You point to the suitcases you would like for him to take, but Eddie's distracted. His eyes are darting around the space. He's remembering where things used to be and all the memories associated with them, and he seriously thinks there’s nothing left to do but break down.

“Eddie,” you say in a soft tone, standing in front of him, “Are you okay?”

All he can do is shake his head. The action, albeit small, was enough for you to drop the bag you were holding and wrap your arms around him.

The hug is intense yet gentle all at the same time. You rest the palms of your hands on his back as he lifts his own arms to hold you in place by your waist, grip tightening with every passing second. And he’s a complete goner. Head over heels. I think I like you as more than just my best friend, he thinks to himself and it really takes everything he’s got not to say those words out loud.

Instead, Eddie gets lost in the scent of your perfume and the comfort of your delicate breathing into his frame. He’s memorising how your touch feels, how peaceful it is to simply be hugged by you. He wants to remember this forever and be able to think about it when you’re a thousand miles away.

He's not exactly sure how long the two of you stand like this for. Not like he cares, though. He wishes you could remain in this position forever. Reality unfortunately strikes when he hears you sniffling into his raggedy t-shirt. You proceed to reluctantly pull away and wipe your nose along with any lone tears that may have escaped while the two of you hugged, before offering him a warm smile.

“I-I actually have something for you,” you say and retrieves a cassette tape from the back pocket of your jeans. “I was going to give this to you when we said our final goodbyes, but I guess it doesn’t have to wait. Here.”

Eddie reaches for the gift and for the first time all morning, the smile on his face is genuine. It’s a copy of Janis Joplin’s Pearl.

“It’s my tape. The same one we listened to in your van that time,” you explain as his fingers graze across the cracked case. “I wanted to get you a new one but I figured the sentimental value of this one is priceless. After all, one of my favourite memories with you is associated with this specific tape.”

That’s when the metalhead looks up to catch your eye.

“I can’t accept this.”

“No, no, no,” you protest, “It would really mean a lot to me if you took it, Eddie. I kinda like the thought of you listening to it when I’m a thousand miles away.” There’s a brief pause as you hesitate, “Maybe you’ll even think of your best friend when Me and Bobby McGee plays.”

There’s a glimmer in your eyes that Eddie can’t quite decipher, though, it’s a look that makes him want to reach out for you and wrap his arms around you once again.

So that’s exactly what he does.

He slides the tape into one of the pockets of his denim jacket before pulling you into another embrace. You slam gently into his chest, smiling wide, and let out content hum as Eddie places a kiss on your crown.

This was your last moment together for months. Months. That terrified you both equally. Since the two of you first started hanging out, you’ve only ever been apart for maybe a day or two at a time — usually when either of you was sick, but even then you’d find a way to see each other, if only through a bedroom window.

Eddie was also fortunate enough that your parents really liked him. They never judged him by his appearance or thought of him any less because of the way he was brought up. Even with your dad being a police officer, bailing the curly-haired teen out of trouble on more than one occasion, your parents were always supportive of your friendship.

He’s gonna miss the Thursday dinners at your house. The family trips he was always invited to join. Learning how to fix up cars with your dad while you sat on a broken chair in the corner of the garage and did your homework. And even though Eddie knows that even with you away at college, he always has support in your parents, the thought of doing any mundane task without you, makes him sorrowful.

“I’ll never not be thinking of you, princess.” Eddie announces honestly. “Even when you’re making new friends and are busy forgetting all about me,” he tries to joke, but it just pains him more, “You are always, always, going to be on my mind.”

He thinks then that his feelings are indeed genuine. He’s convinced mainly because this feels right. Him and you, holding each other like this. It feels… right. And his heart grows fonder as you squeeze him tighter, plus he swears there’s an aura around the two of you, glowing a bright fucking pink like in the comics he’s always telling you to read. Jesus Christ. Screw “liking” you. He may actually even be deeply fucking in love with you.

Which is exactly why he cannot tell you. Especially now.

You deserve to say goodbye to Hawkins, even if it’s just temporary, and get the education you’ve been dreaming of ever since he’s known you, meet new and interesting people, and make memories that he’ll gladly listen to detailed retellings of. Eddie knows if he told you right now, whether you felt the same way or not, you would feel guilty for leaving. You wouldn’t enjoy yourself as much as a college experience is supposed to be enjoyed ‘cause you’d be constantly thinking of him.

Eddie couldn’t do that to you. Not now. Maybe one day he would admit it to you: “Princess, I’ve been in love with you since we were eighteen.”. Honestly, he doesn’t mind that at all. Just depends on where your life takes you, which he selfishly hopes isn’t too far away from him.

“Shit, I am really gonna miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, Eddie.”

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thefreakymunson · 2 years

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Day 1: Praise

CW: Soft dom!Eddie, fem reader, praise (obvi), use of "Daddy", unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m and f receiving), A/N: This will be a series of semi daily smut posts. If you want to be added to a taglist for my Kinktober fics, shoot me a message and i'll add you!

When you came through the front door of the trailer, Eddie could see the stress elucidated on your face. You sat your bags down and huffed, nearly on the brink of tears as you leaned back against the door. You had told him earlier on your lunch call that it had been a bad day at work and by the looks of it, it had only gotten worse.

You needed him – needed to feel him and have him remind you that everything would be okay. This was just a passing thing that would fly over soon. You were still getting used to the job anyway.

“Come here,” Eddie said as he made his way over to you, opening his arms and as soon as you were wrapped in him, you melted like you always did.

His arms wrapped even tighter around you and he soothed your hair back away from your face, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. He knew what you needed before you even said it or asked. After a few minutes of him holding you, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a leather collar, the heavier one.

You needed to slip and he knew just the way to help you.

“This is your favorite, yeah?” he asked as he stepped behind you.

“Reminds me of your hand around my neck.” You said softly, tilting your head to the side to let him fasten the metal clasp.

His hands trailed down your sides, tickling and illicting goosebumps over your skin. His finger tips drifted under your shirt, sliding up until he was groping your chest, squeezing and feeling you arch into him. He bit back a chuckle when he watched you fervently begin to unbutton your blouse and then your hands cupping his over your chest as you pushed your ass back against his hardening cock, a soft whine escaping your mouth as you felt him.

“So impatient tonight, hm?” He chuckled in your ear as his hands squeezed again.

“Eddie,” you whimpered.

“I know, princess.” His voice was gruff, “I know you can’t wait but we’re just getting started.”

Warm, wet kisses were left behind your ear and down to your shoulder blade as his hands traveled from your chest, down to your stomach, and then dipping into the front of your jeans. Two prying fingers rubbing your slit through the thin fabric of your panties, moaning into your ear as he felt your puffy lips part for him. His fingers pressed against your clit and your knees would’ve buckled if it wasn’t for his other arm wrapped around your waist.

“You’re soaked already, baby.” He mumbled in your ear, “Such a good girl for me when you’re needy.”

Your hips rocked against his hand, trying to create a deeper friction, but his hands were pulling out of your pants just as quick as they dove in them. You watched as he walked around you and started unbuttoning his jeans and just like you were trained, you sunk to your knees in front of him, watching as he pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough for his hard cock to spring free. Your fingers intertwined behind your back and your mouth immediately opened as he stepped in front of you, his cock in his hand as he stroked himself off.

“You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you? I don’t even have to say anything anymore.” He sighed softly as he looked down at you, tapping the fat head of his cock against your tongue twice.

Your tongue flattened out against the bottom of his cock as you sucked him into your mouth, feeling his hand on the back of your head as he guided you. You wanted – no needed to touch yourself so bad, your pussy was throbbing by this point. His soft moans filled the quiet house along with the obscene noises of him fucking your face.

“So pretty,” he panted as he thrust entirely into your mouth, holding your head down around him as he felt you wretch around him, “Look at you...eyes all watery and red, mouth stretched around my cock...such a good girl for daddy.”

His free hand came down and pet the top of your head as you felt him thrust impossibly further down your throat, the black dots starting to seep into your vision from lack of oxygen. He pulled you back by your hair, letting you catch your breath, and stepping back to watch you.

He squat down in front of you, your eyeliner running down your cheeks as he smirked, spit dripping from your mouth. His hand continued to jerk his messy cock off, covering it in your spit and his precum, before bringing his hand up and smearing it all over your face.“You’re already such a mess, baby...a pretty, filthy, little mess.”

He stood back up and slipped his fingers inside of your collar, using it to tug you up to your feet. His mouth was on yours, tasting himself on your tongue as his hands unbuttoned your jeans and pushed them down, along with your panties. He helped you step out of them and then disrobed himself of his own before nodding to the bar that separated the living room from the kitchen.

“You know what to do, baby.” That calm tone was back to his voice, soothing and quiet. Exactly what you needed.

He stood behind you as you bent forward, gripping the bar as your head rested down against the cool surface. A welcomed feeling in the hot trailer.

He squat down behind you, his hands shoving your thighs open wider as his tongue slid through your soaked folds. It was borderline embarrassing just how wet you were. You could feel it slipping down the insides of your thighs and you knew his chin was covered in your arousal as well. There was nothing quiet about the way Eddie ate you out, the absurd sounds of his slurping and sucking filling the quiet trailer, the slick sounds of his fingers curling right against that certain spot deep inside of you.

You were cumming in a matter of minutes, white knuckling the counter as you pushed back against his mouth. Your moans were muffled by your arm that you were biting into, trying to remain quiet but that wasn’t good enough for Eddie.

He wanted to hear you.

He was standing behind you, pressing his cock inside of your sensitive pussy as he pulled your arms behind you and gripping your wrists together in one large hand. He pressed himself as deep as he could, pinning your body between the counter and himself hard enough to where you knew there would be bruises.

He draped his body over yours, pinning you further down as he roughly thrust inside of you.

“You’re always so fucking tight,” he panted into your ear, “And so fuckin’ warm, Y/N...god, you’re going to drive me crazy.”

“That’s my good girl,” he panted in your ear, his thrusts speeding up quicker the louder your moans got,“Taking daddy so well.”

The quiet room was filled with the slick sound of you taking him, bodies colliding, and quickened breaths as you pushed back against him. His free hand snaked down to clit, rubbing quick circles as he felt you begin to pulse around him again, earning a loud moan from you.

“There you go, baby.” He panted, “So pretty when you scream for me like that. Pretty little pussy -fuck.”

Your orgasm coursed through your body, your release slipping down the inside of your thighs. He pressed his face into your shoulder blade as he came, his body tensing as he filled you up, lazy thrusts fucking you deeper into the counter.

He pulled out of you, watching as your pussy visibly pulsed from the intensity of your orgasm, his cum slipping out of you. When you didn’t move from your spot on the counter, he walked to where your head was resting and bent down, tucking your stray hairs behind your ear.

“You okay, baby?” He asked softly, fingers ghosting over your heated cheeks.

“Perfect,” you gave him a satisfied smile.

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in-a-daddy-state-of-mind · 11 months

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The Devil in Disguise || Part II

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson!reader

Summary: After months of dancing around each other, Eddie and you finally go on a date

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: SMUT, both Eddie and reader at 18+ in this, mentions of suicide attempt, let me know if you catch anything else

Notes: This is is a two parter but can be read as a stand alone. If you want to read PART I, it also accompanies it. There are references to both The Breakfast Club and Hair in this but you should be able to get it even if you are not familiar with those. Still highly recommend them if you haven’t come across it before. As always feedback and interactions are highly appreciated.

Your date with Eddie started with you two picking up to-go burgers and shakes at the local burger joint and driving to Family Video to get into an argument about what to rent out as Steve rolled his eyes behind the counter.

“I just cannot believe you’ve never watched The Breakfast Club!” You say to him as you pick the VHS from the shelf.

“I’m not watching that John Hughes crap. Not sure if you’ve looked at me, sweetheart, but I’m not exactly the rom com type of guy.” Eddie shoots back waving a copy of Nightmare on Elm Street in front of your face.

“This isn’t rom com.” You say as you swat his hand away.

“It has Molly Ringwald in it. It’s rom com.”

“It isn’t! It’s about the teenage experience. Trust me there’s this character in it that is absolutely you.”

With a deep sigh Eddie mutters a fine under his breath and heads towards the counter with the tape on hand.

“You finally stopped bickering?” Steve says taking the tape from Eddie’s hand “Ah, she’s forcing you to watch it too, huh?”

“You made him go through this also?” Eddie questions looking at you nod.

“Hey, what can I say, man? It’s a good movie.” Steve admits while working the register.

“You gotta be kidding me, Harrington.”

“Turns out the guy knows his shit! They kind of nailed me down perfectly in this one.” Steve argues giving you back the tape.

“See?!” You say triumphantly.

Eddie just grabs the tape from Steve’s hand and heads towards the door.

“You’re the best Andrew I know!” You scream to Steve before leaving the store and heading to Eddie’s van.

The evening went better than you could have expected. Once you made it to the trailer that was at this point well known to you, you two put on the movie and each devoured their own burgers. Once you were done with dinner Eddie sheepishly put his arm around you and brought you closer to him.

“Is this okay?” He asked with uncertainty in his tone.

“It’s perfect.”

The way you looked at him would make any man lose his damn mind. It was like he was your entire world and you could tell him that with just your eyes. Your pretty, wonderful, deep eyes.

Every second he had you in his arms and you cuddled closer to him Eddie cursed himself for not doing this sooner. You made him feel warm in a way no one had ever done before. Fuck was he in trouble with you.

Soon enough Don’t Forget About Me was echoing in the trailer walls and the credits rolled over the image of Judd Nelson waving his fist in the air. You looked at Eddie expectantly as he just stared ahead into the screen not saying a word.

“I stand corrected. That was a really fucking good movie.”

“I TOLD YOU SO!” You yelled in victory.

“They kind of nailed me down in one with Bender. I mean white trash problem child who’s kind of metal?”

“Absolutely. You. What did I say?” You emphatically said almost vibrating in the couch as Eddie laughed.

“Well, I’m not the only one, princess. They got you pretty good with Claire.”

As soon as Eddie said that you almost fell over into the couch with disbelief. Maybe an exaggerated reaction but, hey, you were a theatre kid after all.

“You think I’m Claire?” You ask voice dripping with judgement.

“Hm, yeah. Prissy little popular girl who has a thing for the bad boy.” Eddie replied as if it was obvious motioning towards himself.

“YOU THINK I’M POPULAR? Eddie, I’m friends with the theatre and band kids. Popular and me do not go in the same sentence.”

“Oh please, you’re best friends with Steve “The Hair” Harrington. Might I remind you he used to rule Hawkins High?”

“Only because Steve and I have been friends since we were kids! He would not have given me the time of day had we met in high school.” You said giving a brief pause before realizing “Also you fucked Steve Harrington!”

“And you fucked Billy Hargrove!” Eddie shoots back immediately.

“EVERYONE fucked Billy. If we are using that as a measure of popularity half of the student body would be popular.” You say exasperated as Eddie laughs and whispers a “that’s true” under his breath “Point is: I am DEFINITELY not popular. The only people below me in social status happens to be you and my brother.”

“Ouch! I’m wounded!” Eddie exclaims dramatically faking hurt.

You two laugh together for a second before Eddie speaks up again.

“Okay, who are you then?”

“Brian.” You say casually “Makes sense doesn’t it? Little preppy nerd who has way too much pressure on them. Doesn’t really know how to handle it. Kind of just wants to start smoking weed with the cool kids and say fuck it to it all.”

“Yeah, after he tries to shoot himself.” Eddie points out staring at you concerned.

“Yeah.”

Silence falls over you both for a second as your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach. Goddamn you shouldn’t have said anything. That was so fucking stupid. What are you doing?

“Hey, come on. Date’s not over yet.” Eddie says pulling you away from your panic.

He grabs your hand pulling you from the couch and grabs a blanket in his other arm. You follow behind him as he guides you both out of the trailer and chucks the blanket on top of it. He once again guides you to a small ladder perched on the top of the trailer gently helping you climb to the top of the trailer before doing it himself.

Once you are both on the top of the mobile home, Eddie extends the blanket on the ground and lays on it motioning for you to cuddle next to him which you gladly do. You two stay like that staring up at the sky in silence for a second.

Your mind is still racing. You don’t know what to say. This is always your problem, you open up too easily to people and you run your mouth. You don’t know when to shut up so you spill out something that makes people uncomfortable and they never want to talk to you. Just when things were going right with Eddie you had to fucking ruin-

“I kind of lied to you, you know?” Eddie says once again pulling you away from your thoughts almost as if he could see you spiraling.

“What?”

“When I said I only remembered you from English class and being Henderson’s sister? I lied. I was way too embarrassed to admit the truth.”

“Which was?” You prod gently not wanting to push him too much.

“I actually saw you in the school musical last year. I went because of some extra credit or some shit when I was still hoping I would be able to graduate that year. I was not excited at all, I thought I was going to hate it, but then you guys all came out in those fucking hippie outfits-“

“Yeah, we were doing Hair.” You interrupted.

“I know! I was there! Can you let me finish the story? Jesus, you and your brother are the same.” Eddie commented making you chuckle.

“Anyway, as I was saying, musical was weird as shit but also kind of badass? And then you came out in that fucking solo? And god you killed it. You have a beautiful fucking voice and I was completely enchanted.”

Eddie pauses and turns to look over at you. That look he gives you… You log it in your brain to make sure you would never forget the way Eddie Munson’s eyes looked right then.

“I should have asked you out then, but you know, it’s already established I’m a coward.” He said quietly.

You didn’t know what to say. Your anxiety was somehow completely forgotten and the only thing on your mind was how you had been on Eddie Munson’s radar for a whole year and you were missing out.

“Would it be too bold of me to ask if you kiss on the first date?” You blurted out almost against your better judgment.

Eddie opened a smile at that not believing his luck.

“It absolutely wouldn’t.”

Before you could even react Eddie’s lips were on you and you were soaring. His lips were soft and he was very careful at first before you kissed back. In what it seemed like a second you were melting into each other as if you were both made for this. Your hands found its way into his hair and his to your waist grabbing onto you like his life depended on it. You felt his tongue graze your bottom lips as you tried to get as close to him as possible flushing your body against his. You lightly pulled at Eddie’s bottom lip with your teeth and he immediately pulls away from you.

“Fuck, sweetheart, we have to stop.” He says immediately still not taking his hands away from your waist.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask your voice dripping with worry.

“God, no. You did everything very much right, it’s just that if we keep going I will not be able to hold myself back and I do not want to fuck you the first time we go out together.” Eddie admits seeing your face turn bright red at his confession. “You deserve better than that.”

“Okay.” You respond sheepishly. “Does that mean you want to go out with me more times?”

Eddie breaks into a laugh. You would absolutely be the death of him.

“Yeah. I would love that.” He replies unable to hold himself before planting another kiss on your lips.

You had been going out with Eddie for a while now when you show up to the front of the trailer knocking on his door excitedly. Thankfully Eddie was there and came to the door.

“I have a gift for you.” You announced as soon as the door opened.

“Lucky me. What is it?”

You happily take a cassette tape sized package from behind your back and present it to him. Eddie takes it and tries to unwrap it as carefully as possible before giving up and just tearing it open. And there it is: a cassette tape for the musical Hair.

“You know you said that’s where you first met me so when I saw it at the store I just thought I had to get it for you-“

Eddie interrupted you by drawing your lips together in a sweet kiss. People didn’t give him gifts. He never had someone he was romantically interested in do this to him and the fact you did made his heart flutter. To think you would think of him at the record store… The emotions that arose in Eddie were hard for him to describe.

“I love it. Thank you.” He finally said breaking the kiss. “Would you perhaps like to come inside and listen to it together?”

You accepted and made your way into the familiar trailer and to Eddie’s room. That’s when your pulse picked up. You had been alone with Eddie multiple times at this point but never fully alone. And in his room. It’s not that you didn’t want anything to happen. On the contrary you very much wanted it. Maybe a bit too much.

He moved to the cassette player and imputed the new tape. Once Eddie turned he saw you awkwardly standing in the middle of the room like a deer in headlights.

“Are you okay?” He asked worriedly.

“Yeah! Totally!”

You didn’t sound very convincing but he decided not to push on it. Eddie guided you to sit on his bed. At first you were sitting fully straight with your muscles clenched, but by the time that Hashish came on you were already laying down next to Eddie mumbling the songs along. No one made you feel more at home than the men laying next to you. Kind of like magic he managed to break through all your defenses and just made you feel at ease without even needing to pull out his “product” as he liked to call it.

The two of you laid on the bed and sang to each other. Eddie didn’t know the songs so he would dramatically mouth some of them to you making you laugh. You had to be honest with yourself you were falling hopelessly in love with him. This metalhead that nonetheless was happy to just be with you and listen to show tunes of all things.

That was when I Believe in Love came on. It was your song so you gladly sang along to the whole thing still knowing the lyrics from when you performed it at school. Differently from the other ones where Eddie would mumble along or try to do a bit he was almost eerily quiet while you did. The song came to an end and you were anxious to know if you had messed up and come across as a show-off. However, you didn’t have much time to wallow in your anxiety before Eddie was desperately attacking your lips.

“God, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.” He said between kisses continuing to devour your lips.

Eddie kissed you like a man starved. Fuck, if singing was all you needed to do to get this reaction you would have done it sooner. Before you could even realize it Eddie was laying on top of you and a moan from deep inside you made its way to your shared lips. He immediately stopped and the usual anxiety creeped up on you.

“Sweetheart, I need you to let me know if this is what you really want because I am so horny right now and I will not be able to stop if we keep going.” Eddie said in a horse voice that immediately got to you.

“This is exactly what I want.” You let out without needing a moment to think.

With the permission, Eddie immediately begins attacking your neck, sucking and biting only to alleviate it with his tongue. You grab onto his shoulders as if you were clinging for your life and it elicits a deep groan from Eddie. This man would be the death of you. He quickly grabs the bottom of your shirt and yanks it off of you throwing it to a corner of the room only to be found later. You follow his lead doing the same and you both take a moment to admire each other’s body. It wasn’t like Eddie had a six pack but fuck was he fit. And the tattoos spread around his torso were simply enchanting. You wanted to touch every part of him with your lips.

You didn’t have much more time to think before Eddie was yanking the rest of your clothes off leaving you bare for him to see. He stopped for a minute just admiring your body.

“I’m sorry. I know I’m not like a model or anything.” You immediately say trying to make up for what you think is a less than ideal body you inhabit.

“None of that shit coming from you. Your body is fucking beautiful, babe. I could sit here and just look at you all day.” Eddie replies back making you open a smile.

The moment is short lived before he proceeds to kiss down your neck and make his way to your tits. He immediately sucks on your left breast playing with the other in his hands. God fucking damn it, why was this so good? You had had experience before but if this was going to continue this way, you were sure Eddie would soon become the best lay you ever had.

After giving your breasts enough attention, Eddie continued his path down your stomach until he finally reached your hip bone and stopped looking up at you with an almost wicked smile.

“Last chance, baby girl, are we doing this?” He asks looking at you expectantly.

You can only nod at him, not trusting yourself with words at the moment.

“Great, because I have been dreaming about tasting your pussy.” Is the last thing Eddie says before wrapping his lips around your clit and deliciously sucking on it.

You can feel Eddies tongue against your most intimate parts and you have to wonder how he got this good at it. The sounds of him eating you out fill the room only battling with your own moans to dominate the quiet environment of the trailer. You grip the sheets desperately as Eddie’s tongue makes it’s way inside you, beautifully alternating between sucking on your clit and licking into your cunt.

“Fuck, Eddie, right there.” You almost scream as he hits a sensitive spot in you that makes you almost see stars.

The coil in your lower stomach begins to tighten in a sentiment familiar to you but unfortunately unusual in your encounters with men. As Eddie continues what could only be described as devouring your pussy, you feel the damn break and your orgasm rips through you as you let out a particularly loud moan.

“Damn, sweetheart, you’re going to wake up the entire trailer park like that.” Eddie says lifting himself up with the evidence of your arousal on his cheeks.

You notice he didn’t reprimand you for the screaming. On the contrary, he seemed almost proud of it. Proud of the way he could make you feel. This man would be the death of you.

“Fuck, Eds, that was-“ You begin saying but are quickly interrupted by Eddie’s lips crashing against yours once again.

“Was?” He questions as he breaks away from you. “You didn’t think we were done did you?”

You look into his eyes and you see a ferocity in them you had never witnessed in Eddie before.

“No, sweetheart, this doesn’t end until I am ramming into you and you are cumming on my cock.”

With that Eddie pulled his cock out of his pants and you only had a brief moment to appreciate it before he was plunging into you. You both moan together at the feeling of Eddie stretching you. He briefly stops to adjust himself inside you.

“Jesus, Henderson, you are so tight.” He says almost sounding out of breath.

“And you are huge, Munson. So I guess we’re even.” You quip back almost unable to believe you could both joke at a moment like this. Yet this is what made the two of you so great together.

Slowly, Eddie began thrusting into you. He increased the pace with each thrust moaning right next to your ear in a combination that made you drip. Soon enough your own moans were mixing with his filling the trailer with the sounds of your pleasure.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I have dreamed of this so many times but I couldn’t imagine how amazing it would actually feel.” Eddie whispers against your ear.

He then begins to suck on your neck overloading your senses with all of him. You feel your entire bodies connected and you can’t even think. The only thing crossing your mind is Eddie and everything he is doing to you now.

Eddie stops his attack on your neck but before you can protest his hand joins him in the most intimate part of you applying the right amount of pressure to your clit that makes you feel your orgasm quickly beginning to build inside you.

“Fuck, Eds, keep this up and I’m gonna cum soon.” You say.

That brings a devilish smile to Eddie’s lips. He lowers himself next to your ear.

“You don’t cum until I tell you to, got it?” He whispers and begins a relentless pace that has your head spinning.

Fuck, you could feel your orgasm ready to rip through you but you hold it with every force in your body. Your hands attach themselves to Eddie’s shoulder leaving what would surely be marks of your nails digging into him. That makes him moan louder and become more brutal in his ministration.

You feel the pace of Eddie’s thrusts faulting into you and you are sure he has to be close to his own orgasm.

“Cum for me.” He finally says.

You feel the orgasm making its way through your whole body as you moan loudly once again in the same afternoon. You can barely think but you hear Eddie moan loudly also and feel him humming with you as his thrusts become erratic riding you through both your orgasms.

Once you both have calmed down, Eddie falls on top of you breathing heavily. Fuck, that was… intense. And wonderful. And you wanted more of it in your life.

“How was that?” Eddie asks taking himself away from you in a sensation that leaves you feeling almost empty.

“Do you have to ask?” You ask back with a laugh.

It was cute that he was insecure but honestly he really didn’t have to be. That was the hardest you had ever orgasmed in your life. He opened a proud smile and wraps his arms around you.

“So I’m guessing this can be an activity we repeat?” Eddie questions shyly.

“Oh yeah, definitely.” You say kissing him softly.

You look up at Eddie and he is almost glowing. The look he gives you is of a man completely enamored and you can’t believe that this feeling is directed toward you. That anyone could look at you that way. In that moment you feel so loved that you can’t help what escapes your lips.

“Eddie, I love you.”

There is a moment of silence that makes your heart stop in its tracks. Fuck, did you just ruin it?

“I love you too.” Eddie says before his lips are once again crashing into yours in a kiss that is delicate but full of passion.

You couldn’t believe your luck. You couldn’t believe this incredible man that you got to call your boyfriend. And in that moment you were truly happy.

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The Bard and the Barber

A/N: Based on Jaskier’s hair in the season 2 trailer. That’s it. Enjoy.

I obviously haven’t a clue what the timeline for season 2 will be like, but let’s assume for the sake of this story that there’s at least one day where Geralt, Jaskier and Ciri are on the road together (with the addition of reader). EDIT: Having now watched season 2, this fic seems a little out of place haha, but interpret it as you like! :)

Find the OC version of this fic here.

Title: The Bard and the Barber

Summary: Though you’re all too happy to see Jaskier again, there’s one thing that must go: his hair.

Words: 3094

“Devil child! You have the devil’s child, I swear it!”

Geralt glanced over his shoulder at Jaskier’s terrified yell. He paused in pulling the fishing net from the river, forgetting for the moment his hope that it would catch something capable of lasting the foreseeable evenings. There were four of you now, after all, and he was responsible, through no one’s decision but his own.

Ciri did her best to help where she could, which came extremely in handy once you’d taken Jaskier from his cell and the man-child had reunited with you, thus prompting a journey that had only been agonising because the two of you made irritating each other your life goal. It seemed to be worse now you were older and he… well, he hadn’t needed to change at all. He simply moved as you did. Bickered when you did. Pushed you in a mud puddle when you failed to do the same to him and consequently had you complaining the rest of the journey. He wondered if this was what it had been like before he and Jaskier had parted ways but could remember only a young girl and her older brother, infuriating at times, yet mainly placid. Now, he constantly felt as though he were in a fever dream.

The only positive aspect of it all was that it had distracted you from your worries concerning Ciri. The princess seemed to enjoy yours and the bard’s antics, Geralt often catching a flicker of a smile or a new kind of glow in her blue eyes as she watched. That was the one thing stopping him from gagging you. Or leaving Jaskier tied to a tree. Though perhaps it was something he could explore once you packed up and started moving again. He didn’t need Jaskier’s help that much, did he?

Though your insults towards Jaskier changed quite occasionally, the one thing you had not let go of was the hair. The hair which, certainly agreeably, did not do Jaskier any favours. It’d been quite a shock when Geralt had first lay eyes on his, for lack of a better word, mop. It’d grown a fair amount since he’d left him on that mountain, and it was… hm. He’d paused many times to think about it. It wasn’t that it made him look like a girl… just… it was too big for his head. That was what you had said, anyway. Geralt hadn’t agreed out loud, but he had let himself grin.

You had obsessed over his hair since, pulling from it, yanking it when he wasn’t looking, sticking flowers and leaves in when he slept. Honestly, Geralt was impressed at Jaskier’s perseverance and sheer resilience in the face of your attempts.

Either way, he wasn’t totally surprised by Jaskier’s yell. The only part that did begin to concern him was the terror in the man’s voice. Usually, there’d be some playful inclination, or a teasing tone, but Jaskier sounded frightened, and if his words were anything to go by, he was frightened of you.

Once upon a time he would have considered that an impossibility: frightened of his innocent girl. It should be laughable. But you were growing older, and he’d only recently come to the realisation that you were moving further and further away from the purity of childhood with each passing day, edging more towards the reality of adulthood and simply humanity, both of which he’d endeavoured to keep you from.

He grounded himself. His hands paused in their reeling, and he dropped the net, craning his neck enough to see Jaskier racing straight for him. He stood still as he became a living shield, the bard’s hands fiercely grasping his shoulders. Geralt frowned, deciding whether he should kick him away or let him stay, just to see what it was his supposed devil child had done.

Thankfully, he didn’t have long to wait. You came into view almost immediately after Jaskier had jumped behind him. You looked intent on something. That wasn’t the problem. What was the problem, was the fact you were clutching a hunting knife.

It was more than likely instinct from his years shielding you that had him immediately straightening and extending his arms out to protect Jaskier. He dipped his head in both curiosity and warning.

“Y/N—” His voice lowered— “What are you doing?”

You scrunched your nose up, obviously frustrated Jaskier had managed to feel out some sort of safety, and dropped your hand. For the moment.

“What does it look like?” you asked almost sardonically.

Geralt rose his eyebrows. Did you really want him to answer that question? “It looks like you’re about to stab Jaskier,” he said, impassive. Two could play at that game.

Your eyes lit up. “You can’t tell me you like his hair.”

“I don’t.”

“Excuse me—”

“Quiet, Jaskier.” He could see Ciri from the corner of his eye, sat with her legs crossed in the shade of a tree, and he wondered briefly how long she had been there. Since he’d been alone and reeling in the fishing net, or since you and Jaskier had entered the previously serene picture? He wasn’t allowed much time to ponder on this, of course, considering the matter at hand.

You caught your tongue between your teeth, the tip of it sticking from your lips. You narrowed your gaze at Geralt, a hint of mischief and slight daring entering your eyes. Geralt recognised it as a challenge, and one of his brows arched higher as you twirled the knife in your hands, testing him.

“I’m cutting it off,” you told him then, quite matter-of-factly.

“No, you bloody well are not!” Jaskier. Obviously. “You’re not getting within five feet of me with that knife, or any knife. Isn’t that right, Geralt? Geralt?”

The witcher stared at you, ignoring the growing fear in Jaskier’s voice. Before this revelation, he had cared, only slightly, about the outcome. Now, the knife in your hand didn’t seem so threatening. If anything, it redirected his earlier thoughts about your diminishing innocence, and he was quite happy to let you have a go at cutting his hair off if it meant you were happy.

So, with an almost amused huff, he turned around and side-stepped the gaping bard. “Just don’t stab him,” he reminded you, picking the netting back up, “no matter how tempting.”

“Oh, you—you—you! This is why I said the rats were better friends! This is exactly why!”

Geralt expertly ignored his protests as he ran off, you hot on his heels, and bent to work more on dinner.

“Can I help?”

He turned to see Ciri. She’d since moved from her perch by the tree and had come to stand a short distance from him. “Anything,” she continued with a half-hearted shrug. “I don’t like sitting around.”

He forced a light smile, an attempt at consoling her apparent nerves. “Do enough of that as a princess?”

His words held the intention of jest, a teasing remark he would confidently shoot at you because he knew you would send one right back. But he forgot that Ciri wasn’t like you. He forgot that while you had experienced your fair share of pain, Ciri’s was fresh, and she was younger, and he doubted very much she wished to talk about her life as a princess right now. Sure enough, when he turned once more at Ciri’s silence, he caught the underlying hint of dismay on her face.

Gritting his teeth in annoyance at nobody but himself—though you and Jaskier’s distant yells may have added to it—he hummed under his breath and stretched one arm holding the net out towards her. “You can help me with this,” he suggested, his tone firmer than he’d anticipated, but Ciri didn’t seem to mind.

She brightened at his proposal. “Catching fish?”

“Yes. There don’t seem to be any here, so we’ll move further down the bank.”

Despite her apprehension, Ciri followed him along the muddy ground, keeping close behind him, stopping when he did to examine a spot of the bank that he thought might give them better luck. She looked up when she noticed two blurs, one after the other, in the trees ahead. A shriek echoed throughout the forest, as well as a laugh that most definitely belonged to Jaskier—a turn of events, then?

“Are they always like this?” she asked before she had a moment to consider her words. Now they were out, she steeled herself and blinked at the back of the witcher.

“No,” Geralt told her immediately. He thought for a second, then turned slightly, fingers working on a knot in the net. “Though Y/N was younger when they were last together. They weren’t so… irritating.”

“And Jaskier had shorter hair.”

He couldn’t bite back the short breath of laughter that produced. “Yes,” he agreed. “He had shorter hair. More like a hedgehog.” He ignored the irony. Too late, now. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice. “Now it’s just…”

“Like the back-end of a horse?”

Geralt’s brows shot up in amusement. He looked at her and noted the glint of veiled mischief in her eyes. For a moment, the girl in front of him, with her hidden ferocity masked by a carefully placed calmness and natural innocence, was you. He couldn’t pinpoint when—there wasn’t even much of an age gap—but you hadn’t always been so daring, especially with people who weren’t him. He’d sheltered you for the majority of your life, mainly because he’d remained sheltered himself, but also because he was aware of the dangers of the world and, accordingly, had kept you away from it.

“I don’t think she really cares much about the hair. Should I take that?” She reached for one end of the net as Geralt worked on tossing it back into the river, and he absently nodded, his eyes training on her.

“What do you mean?”

Ciri shrugged, focusing her attention on the netting. “I know she isn’t particularly fond of me—”

“Ciri—”

“It’s alright. I know we’re better, but we’ll never be… sisters, I guess. I understand.” She offered him a reassuring smile, and though he didn’t entirely accept it, he stayed silent and waited for her to speak. Interestingly enough, he did wish to hear her thoughts. Though he was as much an expert on you as anyone could possibly be, there were still moments when he wished he wasn’t doing it alone. Of course, the other witchers had some involvement in your upbringing, each imparting something valuable upon you which had subsequently moulded you into who you were today, but, for the most part, it’d just been the two of you. And although Ciri in no way had responsibility over you, and you were growing ever closer to a stage in which Geralt’s guardianship over you didn’t matter so much, he was still learning new things, consistently altering his perspective. With anything else, it wouldn’t matter, but with you, there would never be a time it wouldn’t.

There was another echoing laugh, yours this time, as Geralt flung the fishing net back in the water.

“She misses how things used to be.” Ciri’s voice was quiet, nostalgic even. “When… I suppose when she was younger. When Jaskier had shorter hair. A trivial thing to most, but times are changing for her, and though it sounds like she’s teasing… Well.” She shrugged. “It’s just a thought. But I think she’s still worrying, despite our truce. I think she’s just not showing you. She’s very good at that. She doesn’t want you to worry, either.”

Geralt had a moment to let it settle, then, “Clever girl,” he muttered to himself. “How—"

“Oh, is it a fish?” Ciri pointed towards the net. “Did we catch one?”

Geralt pulled the net back up on land, only somewhat thrown off balance after Ciri’s insight. “Three.” He knelt to open the net and pointed down at them. “They’re bass.”

Ciri bent slightly to peer down at them. “I’ve never had bass.”

He reached for the small knife he kept in his boot. As his hand searched for it, the image of you, twirling a weapon in your hands, came to mind, and he hummed around gritted teeth, twisting his mouth in carefully concealed irritation. Before he could yell your name, Ciri held her own knife out for him, the one he’d given her. She looked at him, and he nodded in thanks, accepting the knife to gut the fish.

“How do you know those things, Ciri?”

“What things?”

“What you just told me.”

She straightened and crossed her arms over her chest, turning her head to look through the trees. “Because she’s not the only one who would give anything for everything to go back to normal.”

He had intended on questioning that. He wasn’t sure how, but he had, because he wouldn’t have left it alone if you had said something of the same ilk. Before he could twist to face Ciri, Jaskier sped past him, jumping expertly over the dead fish with an incoherent yell that might have been “for the love of fuck, save me.” He had half a second to process those words, another to comprehend the fact you were barrelling after the bard, and even less than that to drop the knife in his hand, bolt up and grab you around the waist before you could get past him.

“You stole my knife.”

“Bastard! He’s getting away!”

“Give me my knife.” He held you with one arm looped around your struggling body, the other grappling for the weapon in your hand. You stretched it as far away as you could, aiming several missed kicks at his legs behind you, and Ciri stepped back, mindful of being stabbed. “Where’s your knife?”

“Who cares, idiot?”

“Oho, how the tables have turned!” Jaskier seemed to have reinstated his glory, his voice devoid of the previous hint of fear. He pushed his hair back from his face, smoothing it down as though he had somewhere to be. “What do you think about me coming over there and chopping off a lock of your hair now you can’t go anywhere?” He came to stand beside Ciri and nudged her with his elbow. “Should I do it? Eh? Give her a little trim?”

“You can damn well try!” you shouted.

“No, don’t.” Geralt tightened his grip on you and tried once more for the knife, finally grabbing hold of your clenched fist and attempting to pry it open. “You are a menace,” he ground out.

“I’ll bite you,” you threatened childishly, throwing your head back against his chest so you were staring at him upside down. He narrowed his eyes and you mirrored him.

“Are you drunk or something?”

“Drunk on hatred for his hair.”

“My hair is bloody fantastic, and the day you finally realise that, I’ll write you a song! I’ve already got the first lyrics, see: Y/N was jealous of Jaskier’s glorious haiiiir—”

“It’s too big for your tiny heeeaaad!”

“Yeah, well—you know what they say! Tiny head, tiny—” He spluttered for a moment— “Brain.” He deflated, just as you quit battling Geralt in favour of gawking at him. In fact, even Geralt’s brows rose, and Ciri had to hold a fist up to her mouth.

“That did not come out how I intended,” Jaskier grumbled, blinking stupidly.

“I’d hate to hear what you had intended,” Geralt said.

You giggled then, and when you locked eyes with Jaskier, your shoulders shook with laughter. Jaskier rolled his eyes at first, “oh, yes, very funny, very funny,” but, soon enough, he was laughing too, his back turned in an attempt to show you it hadn’t affected him.

Geralt loosened the arm around your waist but didn’t relinquish the one on your extended hand. Above you and Jaskier’s laughter, he caught Ciri’s eyes, and couldn’t help his relief at the obvious amusement in her stance. The way she was standing, the grin on her lips… the plain fact she looked as she should, free from the troubles of the world and the pain she’d already experienced in such a short time.

Just like you. His Y/N. The girl who Ciri seemed to understand better than him at the moment. He wouldn’t allow himself selfish thoughts about that. He knew you were worried, not just about how your lives were changing now Ciri was a part of it, but about how the world was changing. The wars, the shadow of death constantly above you… you knew the simplicity of your life was gone for now. When you reached Kaer Morhen, Ciri wouldn’t be the only trainee. You would need to toughen yourself up for what was to come, even more so than you already had. And it was a worrying thought. So, this, right here, right now, he could no longer find it within himself to keep both you and Ciri from anything which may provide you some happiness until happiness was a distant memory. To hell with his irritancy.

Ignoring the fish he knew wouldn’t be fresh anymore, and the fact you had stolen the only protection he should have had on him at the time without permission, he was reminded yet again that he’d taken your childhood for granted. And he knew this was your way of a distraction. Subconsciously or not, you were inflating the minor dislike you had for Jaskier’s hair to rid yourself of the impending journey towards reality. You adored the wolves who’d raised you, but this wasn’t going to be like your normal meetups. You wouldn’t be sitting around a fire, recapping stories of your childhood as you hid from the winter, and you wouldn’t be amusing each other with shadow puppets against the crumbling walls of the Keep.

With this, and Ciri’s words, in mind, he let you go, watching you slump to the ground, still laughing along with Jaskier like a pair of hyenas.

“Bring that knife back to me once you’re done,” he said, stepping over you, “and don’t cut off too much of his hair. He may not be so intent on coming with us if you do.” He looked over at Ciri. “We need more fish. I wouldn’t mind the help.”

The pleased smile on the princess’s face, accompanied with the renewed complaints coming from Jaskier, were enough to warm his heart for now, and he relished in the miniscule comfort. Who knew how long it would last?

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goldnn-harry · 3 years

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loving family [h.s]

i've recently been obsessed with dad!harry fics so here you go <3

warnings: none, just plenty of fluff😁

tags: dad!harry

“dada?”

harry groaned softly as his daughter lightly touched his arm. not in a bad way of course, just due to the fact of being woken up.

“yes bub?” he turned over to the side of the bed and picked lily up unto the bed. she was still too short to climb up, so she always waited patiently for her dad to help her.

she grinned, “good morning daddy.”

harry smiled and kissed her nose. “good morning princess. how’d you sleep?”

“good, pascal gave me company!” little lily smiled even wider as she showed harry her favorite stuffie, one of pascal from tangled.

“that’s amazing baby. i’m glad you like your stuffie. how about we go brush our teeth, hm?”

lily whined, but still complied and got out of bed with harry. hand in hand, they walked to the bathroom. harry picked her up and set her on the counter, brushing her teeth first and then his own.

“alright bub, clothes or food first?”

lily rested a finger on her chin and hummed, “food!”

harry chuckled, “alright pumpkin, lets go.”

harry helped lily off the counter and carried her to the kitchen.

he peered down at his daughter as he walked and lightly pulled her thumb out of her mouth, “hey, remember what nanna told you about that? don't suck your thumb baby.” he lightly kissed her forehead to show that he wasn't mad at her, and then set her in her high chair so he could make her breakfast.

“what do you wanna have for breakfast, hm?”

“cinnamon rolls? pleaseeee daddy?” she pouted adorably, earning a chuckle from harry.

“alright bub. but remember that's not an everyday thing mkay?”

she nodded, “yes dada i know. can you eat them too?” she asked him hopefully. most of the time, when he made cinnamon rolls, he didn't eat them. he usually had eggs or toast instead, since he wasn't a big fan of the sugary treat so early in the morning.

but of course, he'd do anything to see lily happy. so, he nodded and started to cook their cinnamon rolls along with scrambled eggs and a couple of cut up strawberries as he listened to his daughter ramble to him (and to pascal of course) about the movie gemma and her had watched a couple nights ago.

a couple minutes later, he served her food in her favorite plate, which featured some of her favorite disney princesses. (***)

after giving lily her food he served his own, and stored the left overs in a tupperware container.

“is it good baby?” he asked, after giving her juice and sitting by her to eat aswell.

she nodded eagerly, “very!”

harry smiled, happy to see his daughter happy. “i'm glad you like it.”

“dada are we gonna go see y/n today?”

harry absolutely loved how much lily loved y/n. she was always so excited to see her, or even to talk about her, anything that involved y/n made her happy. and that was one of harry's biggest concerns, his daughter not liking the person he dated. so when he saw how much lily loved y/n, and not only that, but also how much y/n loved and adored lily, he was more than relieved.

with being a single parent, there's always going to be people that don't want a kid that's not theirs, or just dont want a kid in general, and even though it sucked, harry had to understand that.

but that didn't mean that he didn't worry whenever he had to break the news to someone he's talking to that he had a kid. he'd only dated four people after lily's mom left him (and lily).

the first girl was called ellie, and she was so complicated. she didn't trust harry at all, always accusing him of cheating or whatever she could come up with. she also didn't love lily, but she didn't hate her, and she told harry that she was trying and would eventually love her as her own. and although she was nice and loving at times, harry ended it after 6 months.

the second girl was noelle. she was gorgeous, such an amazing person. but that ended at 10 months, when she broke up with him and harry found out she was never over her ex.

then he dated bella, who was a not affectionate person, and didn't care for lily at all. she always pushed her away and asked harry to hang out, without her. that ended super quickly, just after a month. harry was never going to tolerate or date someone who didn't want his kid.

but then he met y/n. he met y/n at his job. y/n was a clothes designer, and she designed and made most of the outfits harry wore to his last tour.

she had walked into his trailer, hands full of folders and papers which harry immediately offered to help with. after getting situated, they went over all of her designs and harry picked the ones he liked and wanted to wear. their first interaction went smoothly and friendly, just how both of them had hoped for. after that they had to meet each other countless of times for measurements and just overall discussing how harry wanted his outfits to look, fit and even feel.

when tour ended, harry asked her out on a date, which went amazingly. and here they are, a year later, completely in love.

“yes baby, we'll go bring y/n breakfast before i take you to school.” he smiled. somedays, before taking lily to preschool harry brought y/n some breakfast if she wasn't too busy. those were lily's favorite days.

she giggled in excitement and finished her food quickly. “hurry daddy!” she pointed to his still half full plate of food.

“alright, alright pumpkin give me a second.” he grinned and ate his food a bit quicker. he washed the plates and cups and everything they used and carried lily to her bedroom.

he walked to her closet and picked out two outfits so lily could choose. he layed both of them on the floor and set her down. “go ahead baby, pick one.”

lily looked at them for a couple seconds, and then walked to the one on the left. she picked it up and held it up for harry. (***)

he smiled, that had been his favorite outfit too.

he helped lily get dressed and then moved on to her hair. he lightly brushed it, her small curls usually got tangled at night. her hair was exactly like harry's, brown with soft, light curls. he put two butterfly clips on the front and kissed her on the forehead.

“all done.”

“okay now your turn!” lily smiled and pushed harry out of her room and into his as he laughed.

“okay okay i'm coming!” he walked into his room with her, and picked out an outfit to wear. (***)

he also added his pearl necklace, knowing that basically everyone loved it.

after he finished getting ready, him and lily left the house and headed over to y/n's work place with the extra breakfast he had stored in the tupperware.

lily held his hand as they walked inside, eager to see y/n but a bit nervous to be around so many other people.

harry knocked lightly on y/n's door, gently opening it when he heard the soft “come in,” from inside.

“y/n!” lily grinned as she ran over to her, jumping in her arms.

she laughed, "hi lily." she pressed a soft kiss to her head and set her back down.

“we brought you breakfast! show her dada!"

y/n smiled as she looked at harry, who was smiling too, holding the container and waiting for y/n and lily to finish their moment so he could go say hi.

“thank you lily! i bet the yummy treat was your idea, hm?”

lily giggled, “yes! dada made cinnamon rolls.”

“just my favorite.” y/n smiled. lily sat down on the small couch in y/n's office, paying more attention to her toy now.

harry took the opportunity to walk over to y/n and give her a big kiss on the lips. “hi my love. i brought you breakfast, but you already knew that.” he grinned.

y/n kissed him one more time and set the container on her desk. “thank you. i missed you.”

“i missed you too. we've been so busy," he said as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“i know. is it okay if i stay with you for a couple days?”

harry smiled, “that's more than okay.”

she grinned, “good. i suppose you have to take lily to school now right?” the dissapointment in her voice was evident, as she didn't want to say bye to her so soon.

“yes i do, but i'll take you with me to pick her up. deal?” y/n grinned and nodded, “deal.”

harry kissed her once more. “i love you.”

“i love you too harry.”

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n0-eyedtaissa · 3 years

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“Did you steal that?” JJ and Clem

To be a Pogue meant that you had to be good at thinking on your feet. It meant that even when all plans didn't pan out, you used anything and everything you had left in you to reevaluate and to adapt. Being a Pogue meant that you had to have something akin to cockroach mentality — even in the face of nuclear disaster (or any form of adversity, really), you had the survival instincts to keep pushing through with the plan.

The thing was, however, more often than not the Pogues were coming up with the plan on the fly and not thinking through obstacles and possible setbacks.

Like today.

None of the Pogues anticipated that the HMS would be out of commission after sitting in front of the ghost of the chateau for so long. They needed a boat, desperately, and it wasn't as if JJ could go ask his dad for the keys to the Phantom again...not after what happened to John B. and Sarah. No one knew it but JJ still carried a lot of guilt and felt like he was partially to blame for what happened in the storm. It was his plan, his dad's shabby cigarette boat. He should’ve known that an open boat wouldn't be strong enough to beat the storm, yet it was the only plan he could come up with. JJ didn't think it through and now his best friend since the third great was dead, drowned with the Kook Princess turned half Pogue, Sarah Cameron.

“If we're gonna get there we need a boat and we need it now” Pope wipes the sweat from his brow as he mentally goes back to the drawing board, trying to think of a way that the four of them could remain unseen while still moving in the direction that they needed to.

“No what we need is a plan” Kiara rolls her eyes, trying the choke on the HMS Pogue one more time just to see if the old girl had any life left in her.

JJ scoffs. “Okay here’s the plan, Kie: We need a boat!” He peels off his favorite red hat and runs a hand through his sweaty hair.

Clementine, who had been quiet for awhile (as she was the only one who was actually thinking through the beginning stages of a real plan) has a lightbulb moment and she realizes, she has a boat. Well, it’s not hers, and it definitely wasn't hers to use or to borrow, but there was a boat that she could get her hands on easily.

“Okay new plan, all of you guys are banned from making plans” Clementine speaks up, making the rest of the Pogues turns towards her with their eyes wide in disbelief.

“Come again?” Pope asks, quirking up his eyebrow. “If you have an idea, Clem, let’s hear it because I’m fresh out of good ideas.”

“What about my plan?” JJ pouts

“You especially are banned from making plans!” Clem laughs. “Look, I can get us a boat. It’s not mine, but I know where the spare key is. If this is gonna work we don’t have a lot of time” She kicks at the metal base of the HMS with the toe of her sun bleached high-tops. “And if my plan doesn’t work...then we go to Plan B” She looks over at JJ, who had pulled a joint out of nowhere and decided to light up.

Pope grabs the tightly-rolled paper from him and tosses it aside. “Keep the signals clear”

The three of them put their heads together and speak in hushed voices as Clementine lays out each step of the plan.

“First, Pope I need you to drop me off back at my house. That’s where I can get the boat keys. You guys go straight to the docks, I’ll meet you there but I’m gonna have to take my bike and keep my head down so my dad doesn’t see me. The Flea’s tied off to the dock but we’ll only have a few hours before anyone realizes that it’s gone. We go from the docks, through the marsh, and we’ll be out of here. That’s the plan”

Both Pope and Kiara nod along and head back towards Heyward’s rickety old truck that was parked under the overgrowth around the untouched chateau.

“Your dad’s got two boats, Clem?” JJ asks, hopping into the bed of the pickup truck. “What are you, a Kook in Pogue’s clothing?”

Clementine would usually stop and make a comment to further fuel JJ’s fire but they didn't have much time and arguing wasn’t a part of the plan. She rolls her eyes and sits in the middle seat between Pope and Kiara, trying not to notice the tension between the two of them. The ride back to the Adams household is short enough, only made quicker when everyone peer pressures Pope into speeding despite his perpetual fears of his father’s precious truck overheating. He skids the truck into the dirt driveway and Kiara rushes to let Clementine out of the truck.

“Meet me at the docks in twenty minutes. That should give me enough time to find the key and get back to you guys so we can snag the boat. But I’m telling you now, if anyone finds out that I’m stealing the keys, I’m cooked. So discretion is of the utmost importance right now, okay?” Clementine looks straight at JJ, feeling pretty confident that if anything went wrong it would probably be his doing.

“You don’t gotta worry about me, Clem, discretion is my middle name!” JJ waves a noncommittal hand and dismisses her concerns as he slides into the old truck next to Kie.

Clementine rolls her eyes again and ducks her head into the window of the truck to better address Pope, the holder of the brain cell most times. “Meet me there in twenty minutes, no more no less. I’ll have the keys.” She turns on her heels and runs up the driveway, pulling a ceramic pot from the front porch and grabbing the front door key that she had taped there only a few weeks before. She hears the truck tires skid over the gravel and knows that now shit just got real.

No one was ever home at this time, which was helpful, because Clementine was running from room to room looking anything other than discreet. She walks over to her dad’s roll top desk, pulling out the middle drawer and rooting through the pencils, paperclips, loose fishing lures, and other miscellaneous office supplies until she found what she was looking for: the spare key to Gat’s trailer that was parked in the side yard. She takes a mental picture of everything rightful place and hopes that she remembers it later when it mattered. She walks through the laundry room and opens the door, walking down the two concrete steps and stopping in front of Gat’s shabby little trailer.

Liam Gatwin was old enough that he probably could’ve afforded his own apartment if he wanted one but he didn't. He preferred the moving, on-the-go lifestyle that came with fishing and the switch of seasons. All he had to do was hitch his little trailer to the back of a truck and he could take home with him wherever he went. Clementine grabs the door latch and pulls. The door pops open easily, it wasn’t even locked. Oh. She puts the spare trailer key in her pocket and looks over her shoulder carefully before stepping inside.

Immediately she's overtaken by the smell of stale beer and smoke, too much cheap cologne to hide the gross, manly smell of dirty laundry and the too-wet, briny smell that came with working on a fishing boat every day. Clementine had never been inside, but she knew that Kimber had. She wonders how her sister dealt with the pinup centerfold posters of the half-naked women, the greasy pizza boxes littering the small, crowded counter. She can’t help but wonder what of Kimber’s stuff was still here in his trailer, hiding among everything else, but she didn’t have the time to snoop around and look. Clementine was on a mission.

There's a rack above her head that’s crowded with hats and other small items but Clementine swears she can see the silver gleam of a keyring in the midst of it all. She’s too short to be able to reach it on her own so she hikes herself up onto the cracked laminate counter, stopping in her tracks as a slew of beer and soda cans rattle and roll onto the dusty floor. She jumps to grab at what she hopes is the right key and drops it into the front pocket of her overalls. Clementine closes the trailer door behind her, but not without taking note of something she swears that she’s seen before: dangling from one of the cabinet knobs is a small, silver ring, tied to an old boot string. It’s a small silver band, much too slender for Gat’s finger, with a small purple stone embedded into it. There’s a fleur de lis engraved into one side of the ring, the number 17 on the other. Suddenly the pieces come together and she realizes that its Kimber’s class ring, the one that she wore every day of her senior year of high school and most if not all days after that.

Without thinking much of it, Clementine grabs the ring and takes it with her as she head back to the front yard, retrieving her beach cruiser from where she’d thrown it down earlier.

Patting her front pocket to double-check that she hadn’t somehow miraculously lost the boat key and the mysterious silver ring, Clementine sighs with relief and slings one of her legs over the bike seat, kicking off and pedaling as fast as she could. It’s a quick ride to the dock, a ride that was only made easier by the big downhill slope that helped Clem pick up speed as she made her way up the road from the Cut and towards the docks. She spots the Pogues waiting for her and comes skidding to a stop in front of them.

“Made it with five minutes to spare!” Pope calls out to her, looking rather impressed.

Clementine dismounts her bike and takes a second to catch her breath, hunching over to put her hands on her knees. “Yeah I would’ve said gimme fifteen but I didn't wanna get too cocky” She wheezes.

JJ laughs, opening the truck hatch for Clementine to be able to climb in. He grabs her bike frame and pulls it into the truck bed with the two of them, making it look effortless. Clementine scoffs at him but sits down in the bed of the truck, getting ready to regroup with her friends and go over the next phase of the plan.

“So...Did you get it?” Pope asks hesitantly, as if he was wondering about the reason why Clementine came back so fast and whether or not it meant that she was able to score the keys to the getaway boat.

Clementine pulls the keys out of the front pocket of her overalls and tosses them over to Pope. Kiara gives her a slow clap, clearly impressed at her new friend’s ability to deliver on her part of the plan. It wasn’t that Kie (or any of the Pogues for that matter) doubted Clementine, it was more like they were comforted by the fact that she could keep up with how wild things could get around the island.

“I must say, Clem, I’m impressed with how fast you’ve dedicated yourself to the Pogue life” JJ smirks over at her.

“Thank you” She laughs breathlessly. “I’m really susceptible to peer pressure” Clementine jokes, shrugging.

“That’s better for us probably” Kiara laughs, only half-serious.

“Definitely better” Pope agrees.

The four of them get out of the truck and try to make their way down the docks as discreetly as possible as they each split up to find out where the Flea was docked. It was a small little boat, smaller than the HMS at least, and that was already pretty small. Clementine steps down into the boat and gets her started as JJ ties off, and everyone gets in.

“Keep your head on a swivel until we hit the marsh, cause if we see the Caprice, I’m absolutely cooked” The blood drains from Clementine’s face as she thinks about it but she keeps going forward.

JJ notices the sudden drop in her enthusiasm and gets curious. “Did you steal that? Did we just help you steal a boat?”

Kiara looks over at him judgmentally. “As if any of us haven’t stolen a boat before” She looks over at Clem, shielding her eyes. “Clem’s a real Pogue now”

Clementine’s too busy looking around and keeping an eye out for the Vita Caprice, the boat that both her dad and Gat worked on, so she doesn’t actually hear the compliment. Beforehand, everyone joked that Clementine’s status as a Pogue was only on a trial-run basis. Sure, it was in part because Kiara, Pope, and JJ were all grieving the loss of their friends and didn’t quite have the room (or the want) to make new friends, but Clementine had felt like she had to work twice as hard to make the Pogues like her at first. But she was a Real Pogue now, and that mattered to her.

They finally make their way into the marsh and Clementine feels like she can breathe again. She doesn’t really know where she’s going though, so she relinquishes the captain’s duties to Pope, who had an impeccable sense of direction once he’d familiarized himself with a place. Everyone seems to loosed up a little, knowing that there would be some time before they could get to the Lighthouse, the place that was in one of the many polaroid pictures sent ominously to Clementine at her new address in the Outer Banks. She had a gut feeling that it was Kimber, calling out to her somehow, leaving a message or a clue there like she often did. Maybe that’s why Clementine didn't feel bad about stealing Gat’s boat. Because she was looking for a message from Kimber, and because she still thought that Gat was the reason that her sister had never come home in the first place.

“Yo, who’s boat even is this?” Kiara asks, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Clementine’s face scrunches up as she thinks about how to breech the subject. “Uh....its Gat’s” Kiara and Pope didn't know much about Liam Gatwin and his history with Kimber and the family so they don’t react in the same way that JJ does. His eye blow wide, having heard a handful of Clementine’s rants about how suspicious Gat was, how he was the one who picked Kimber up the last time that Clementine ever saw her.

“Crazy Gat?!” JJ questions whipping around to sit facing Clementine. “Your missing sister’s ex-boyfriend? He’s like the number one suspect here and we’re stealing shit from him?” JJ shakes his head adamantly and everyone can tell that he was gearing up to go on one of his rants about some shit that no one else but him would know about.

“I never called him a suspect!” Clementine argues, her voice going tight and up an octave as she tries to defend herself although she really couldn’t argue with JJ. She never explicitly called Gat a suspect or a person of interest in Kimber’s missing person case, but she also didn’t not call him a suspect, either.

“C’mon Clem, that’s textbook suspicious! You’re the last person to see your sister get into this dude’s truck, she doesn’t come home, and then all of a sudden here’s there to help your family thorough the whole process, only to come out the nice guy and your dad’s right hand man?” JJ raises an eyebrow at Clementine as he lays out the ‘facts’ for her. “Like, watch a podcast, Clem, this shit happens all the time and everywhere!”

“How do you watch a podcast, J, most of them are just audio” Kiara butts in with a snarky comment in order to diffuse the situation, but it didn't work. Clementine suddenly feels like Kimber’s class ring is burning a hole in her pocket so she pulls it out, dangling it out in front of herself.

“I guess this would be a good time to mention that I found my sister’s class ring in his trailer when I broke in to find the boat key...” Clementine gulps, passing the ring over to Pope to get a look at it first before handing it over to Kiara.

JJ jumps, an exasperated look on his face. “Clem, there’s so many things that were wrong with what you just said that I don’t even know where to start...” He makes a fist and bangs it against the metal side of the little tin-can boat. “When we get back we’re going to have to listen to some people talk about some murders, alright, this is research”

Clementine rolls her eyes and flips JJ off but she can’t deny the sinking feeling in her stomach.

#i got very carried away #clementine x jj #obx oc: clementine adams #fic: don’t you forget about me #jj maybank x oc #pogues x oc #the pogues #pope heyward x oc #kiara carrera x oc

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drivinmrdriver · 3 years

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Song Series: Would You Go With Me? (Clyde Logan x reader)

Description: Mentions of Daddy!kink, rodeo depictions, mainly good times and fluff with a dollop of heat at the end (moo ha haaa)

“I cannot believe my girl has never been to the rodeo.” Clyde mumbled with a small smirk as you sat in the passenger seat of his truck sporting boots and a cowboy hat he had strategically placed on your head moments earlier.

The both of you were on your way to a traveling rodeo that came to Boone County every year. You had formed a sort of convoy with Joe Bang and Mellie, and Sylvie and Jimmy.

“Well it isn’t my fault I wasn’t born a nice country girl like you.” You fire back causing him to chuckle and raise his brow as he put the truck in park in front of the stadium.

“I wasn’t born a country girl either, little Miss.” He put on the cowboy hat as well stepping out of the truck and damn did he look good. Between his flannel and blue jeans, all the way down to the boots and spurs, he looked straight out of an old western and you were NOT complaining.

He opened the door for you and tipped his cowboy hat that matched the one on your head as well, “Ma’am.” He winked shewing on his toothpick.

“Thank you, cowboy.” You joke with him but your thighs rub as you walk towards the rodeo to alleviate the tension going on down there.

Jimmy, Clyde, and Joe went out to get the food for them and you ladies while Sadie stood by the gate with the other children waiting for the calf chase which was when a ribbon was tied around a calf’s tail and the children all had to chase it to try to get the ribbon. A bit barbaric for your taste but you suppose this was Clyde’s culture.

Clyde came back jokingly shoving a giant rodeo pickle in your face causing you to slap his arm before taking the funnel cakes with a small laugh. You loved seeing him laughing and joking and actually not fretting about that damn family curse. Little did you know Clyde had this other side.

The rodeo dad side..... When the calf was unleashed and Sadie was sent out to chase it, your big man stood tall and yelled above the crowd, “Run Sadie! Run! Pretend it’s for one of yer pageants!” He bellowed and just about knocked you over with glee when Sadie is the one who got the ribbon, “Yes! Heck yeah! That’s my niece right there! That there is a Logan!”

You walked around hand-in-hand with Clyde to the different vendors and smiled softly seeing a guy playing the guitar and singing ‘You are My Sunshine’. Clyde politely took your hands spinning you to the old mans music making you let out a gasp and a laugh at how magical the moment you two were sharing was. It was out of a film almost as your head laid on his burly chest and listened to the deep rumble of him mumbling the words to the song under his breathe.

“Okay you love birds, the mechanical bull is up ahead and my kid brother and I bet 50 dollars the other couldn’t last the 8 seconds.” Jimmy said grabbing Clyde from you and leading him to the mechanical bull. Clyde grabbed your hand and dragged you with them as Mellie followed with a stifled laugh.

Walking up to the mechanical bull was the ultimate culture shock for you. It was like a real bull that had red glowy eyes and blew smoke from it’s nose surrounded by a circle of mattress for the bull challenger to eventually land on within the 8 seconds.

Seeing Clyde atop the bull definitely had a rodeo going on somewhere within you. The big man had one hand gripping the bull and the other on his belt buckle as his hips ground against the saddle. His thighs clenched and squeezed around the sides of the mechanics and his muscles flexed under the flannel giving you a proud smirk as the bull slowed. He had lasted the full 8 seconds and was handed a fifty from his less than pleased brother.

“That’s how you do it, darlin.” Clyde lifted your hat to kiss you softly before placing the hat back on your still dazed head, “I think you’re drooling.” He joked.

You watched the next few occupants fail miserably within even five seconds of the eight. You raised your arm to go next and the cowboy handling the mechanical bull nodded his hat towards you letting you know you could go next.

“What? Baby, I love the spirit, but you’ve never ridden a bull in your life.” Clyde said worriedly as you just adjusted your cowgirl hat climbing over the arena ropes containing this fake bull.

“Babe, it’s not a real bull and it looks fun. I’ll be fine.” You wink at him as you swing a leg over the bull and into the saddle. Clyde’s eyes gloss over as the bull starts up.

He had never been more physically turned on as he was in that 6 and 1/2 seconds watching you on the bull. He licked his lips seeing the curve of your body as your hips ground into the bull and your body twisted and turned adjusting yourself to the new positions. You rode the hell out of that bull and gave it your all.

“Whoa there, brother.” Jimmy took off his cowboy hat and covered his younger brothers groin area, “Come on, that fast?”

“That’s my girl.” Was all that Clyde could mumble as you shook yourself off and laughed running up to him in a hug but your eyes widened feeling a poke against your torso.

“Well, hello there cowboy.” You smirk glancing down at his friend ignoring his warning glare.

He made you sit in his lap to watch the barrel races and gripped your thigh the whole way home, his friend not going away for one second. You huffed throwing your cowgirl hat to the ground in the living room when you entered the trailer and kicked off your boots walking to the room, “Eh! Where does princess think she is going, hm?”

You pause slowly turning back to him with an innocent smile watching him take off his boots and hat. He places your hat back on your head however and stomps to the dining room grabbing a chair and dragging it against the wooden floor to the middle of the living room and he plopped onto it patting his thigh.

“Be a good cowgirl and show daddy how you rode that bull again.”

#Clyde logan #clyde logan x female reader #cowboy #adam driver #clyde logan x you #:)

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marvelousell · 4 years

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You're in a movie with Henry Cavill and Chris Evans. You are close to both but you and Chris definitely hit it off. You're filming a heavy make out session with Henry, and Chris gets jealous take you to his trailer and shows you who you belong to 😍😍😍

Green with envy

Warnings: SMUT 18+, swearing, unprotected sex

“Okay people a short break and then we’ll continue!”

Your day was long. Working on a movie made you drained. But hey you really loved your work, movie and especially your co-stars.

Being in a movie with both Chris Evans and Henry Cavill? You were one lucky lady here.

The three of you worked really well. Everything went smoothly, on the set and privately.

When you first heard you got the role you were in seventh heaven really, and it made you even more excited when you found out the members of your cast.

It was a typical romantic movie honestly, and it was your cup of tea, but Henry playing your love interest and Chris your ex? Hell it made you forget how to act all of a sudden.

You and Henry were so close. You shared so much during that time, from laughs, bad moods, even the bad food on the set. He was a real gent, every girl’s dream, caring, romantic and a very attractive guy, but your heart just screamed Chris.

It was something that made you so attracted to him. The days you would spend together on set would be the best. You two would always start the morning sharing a big cup of a very needed coffee, and with him attempting to wake you up and laugh with his humour. ‘Oh, I really want that every morning with you..’ you would always think, lazily laughing and staring at his eyes.

He was a big softie, always needing a hug. So he would always sneak up on you and surprise you with a hug. Another of his friendly gestures that made you fall so in love with him.

Yeah, he was a cuddly, sweet guy, and you adored that, however he was a big flirt.

‘I don’t judge if I was looking like that, I wouldn’t stop myself from flirting.’ You often thought, but it just made you go ape, staring at him and listening his conversation with the stunning young ladies at the set.

Chris was doing that on purpose, and everyone knew it, except you.

“Wow Dani sweetheart, you are irresistible today, a new hairstyle?” He flirted, crossing his arms, but still looking at you.

Dani was a cute girl, his type 100%, just a big shame he had his heart reserved for another lady.

You were clenching your jaw so hard now, trying to focus as hard as possible on the script in front of you.

Her giggles and his voice were the only thing you could think of, so it was not the time for your reading.

“Hello my love, fancy a cup of tea?” Henry stood in front of you, with two cups.

“You always know what I need.” You hugged him, thanking him.

“No problem, I see you already read the script, probably our next scene?” He raised his eyebrows.

“I in fact didn’t, help me out lover.”

“Oh lover? I love that one, I for sure am one.” He chuckled, making you roll your eyes and laugh with him.

“Well it’s a really intimate scene, so I wanted to see if your nervous and all that. I know how stressful it can be.” He said.

“Oh. Um, I’m okay I guess? It’s my job after all.”

“No need to be shy around me, we’re friends love, everything will go fine.” He put his hand on your back calming your nerves.

“Only if you really want to do the scene one more time in my trailer, I mean I wouldn’t complain.” He joked, putting his arms up in defence.

“Fuck off.” You laughed, slapping him playfully, trying to spot the rest of the crew, especially Chris.

Only if you knew that Chris was watching the two of you, smiling and sharing a hug. He was annoyed by him, only because he wanted you just for himself. He didn’t hate him at all, he wasn’t the guy to hate anyone. He only wanted his girl, that’s all.

Your mind was now everywhere but here on the set. It was a short break before the scene. And you really needed a talk with Chris who was the only that had the power to calm you down.

But it turned out Chris wasn’t available. Dani was his entertainment at the moment.

“Thank you Chris for making me all ready for this scene.” You said to yourself, heading back.

“Okay Henry grab her waist, and kiss her passionately, then you will go with the flow.” The director said before it all started.

His hands were resting on your hips, and your chest was flushed against his. You could now feel Chris’ eyes burning on your skin.

‘Good my plan is in fact working’ you thought, now wrapping your hands around Henry, who kissed you roughly.

“Jump. I got you.” Your small legs now wrapped around his sides. His hands were squeezing your bum while kissing your neck, making you moan loudly, just for Chris.

You liked this game. You two staring at each other during the scene. You whining, biting your lip and looking in his direction.

It was a heavy make out session, Henry was brilliant. Sadly not what you wanted.

“You enjoyed your little show up there baby?” Your steps were now stopped by Chris, spinning you around.

“What show?” You asked, trying your best to look confused.

“You really are testing me here, why don’t you tell me everything.”

“Tell you what?” You were batting your eyelashes innocently.

“That you want me, and the show that you put on was on purpose. For me.”

“You have a wild imagination Evans, don’t you have the lovely Dani waiting for you?”

“Aaah that’s your problem sweetheart, you could’ve just said you wanted me for yourself.” He smiled

“I think I need to think about that, you know maybe I need Henry all for myself, I don’t know.” You were turned on by this now, squeezing your legs.

Chris was going crazy, he had enough. He wanted to show you that he needed you, now and forever.

He pinned you near the door of his trailer, kissing you, cupping your cheeks.

“You sure you need Henry babe? Do I need to change your mind huh?” His voice full of jealousy.

“I think you need baby.”

He grabbed you guiding the two of you in his trailer. He threw you on the bed, removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard baby.” He removed your jeans, biting your inner thighs.

“Gonna fuck Henry out of your mind baby, you will be begging for more and more.” Your back was arching, his words making you dripping wet, your legs instantly closing.

“Legs open princess. Tell me you’re turned on by this aren’t you? You like it when I speak like this to you?” Chris removed your panties, opening your legs.

“Look at you baby, all drenched. Who made you this excited hm?” His finger going up and down your slit.

“You need to answer me, or I will stop.”

“Shit Chris, you made me this wet, only you since day one.” You answered. “Please need you.”

Chris was now removing his jeans, while teasing your clit and entrance. His erection growing from the thought of how warm and tight you will be.

He turned you on your stomach, moving you closer to him. The throbbing cock on your bum teasing you.

“C’mon ass up, face down, be a good girl for me.” He commanded slapping you twice.

Chris was being a big tease, moving the tip of his cock from your clit to your entrance. When he finally spared you both from torture, he pushed inside of you, groaning from the feeling. Just how he imagined it.

“Fuckkk, so warm baby I love it.” He put his hands on your shoulders, pounding into you.

You were screaming from the feeling, clutching the sheets.

“Scream my name baby, c’mon say who you belong to, who is making you feel this good.”

“Ahh fucking hell, you Chris, just you.”

You were dripping, his hands on your chest guiding you up so your back was on his chest.

“My god, if you keep clenching around me like that I won’t last long.”

“Mm, you fill me up so good, please baby touch me I’m so close.” You pleaded, taking his finger in your mouth.

“Filthy little girl, cum for me.”

You were seeing stars, and Chris made sure to push into you harder right when you came, earning a loud cry from you.

“Fuck, where do you want me to cum?” He was visibly close, shutting his eyes.

“Mm, mouth sir, please.”

“Shit, on your knees, now.” He answered.

You took him in your mouth, paying extra attention to the tip.

He still didn’t want to cum in your mouth, thinking that you didn’t want it or something, but he couldn’t pull out because you were so into it not letting him do anything. His hands were grasping your hair as he came into your mouth.

He almost got horny again when he saw you swallowing it all.

“You’re full of surprises sweetheart.” He said kissing you softly.

“Hope you know that I like you, and I want this to be something more.”

“And I want that too more than anything.”

#chris evans imagine #chris evans fanfic #chris evans #chris evans blurb #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans fluff #chris evans x you #chris evans one shot #chris evans angst #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fanfic #captain america #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #witcher fanfiction #elli writes

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theobxhummingbird · 4 years

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I BROUGHT YOU THE SEA- DREW STARKEY X READER

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Summary: A beach day after a long time of working hard on the set of Outer Banks, makes Y/N Y/L/N realize the love Drew Starkey has for her.

A/N: To all my Drew Starkey lovers, here’s your new cup of tea. Enjoy.

It was a tiring day after set; the blue, shiny water calling for them. Everything they took for the beach day, from beach towels to bags and sunscreens, were dropped on the heated sand. The Maddies were already in the water, followed by Chase and Rudy. JD was making sure he doesn't have his phone in the pocket of his swimming shorts, before getting in the water. Like Madlyn said: "Now or never". Their set day ended, wrapping the filming of "Outer Banks" and this was the last time they'd get to swim in the water for a while. Y/N came last, placing her belongings on a beach towel. She couldn't enjoy the water, because her sudden flu didn't let her. She sat on it; a sad and disappointed facial expression on her face, as she observed the fun they had, splashing each other with water and taking pictures. While everyone forgot about her flu and how she couldn't reach the sea, one person came to her with a hand full of seashells. -Here babe, I brought you the sea. -said Drew, sitting down on the beach towel. He poured them in her hands, Y/N looking at him in surprise. The joy built up in her body, brushing away the sadness of not having fun with her friends. She looked at the different shapes and colors, looking up at her beloved boyfriend and placing a kiss to his cheek; nuzzling their noses together. -I love them Drew. When'd you pick them up though, we just came? -I knew we were going to the beach, so came before we went on set and picked these up for you. -At four o'clock in the morning? -she looked up at him in shock. -It's when the water's crystal clear and brings many seashells to the sand, baby. -You didn't have to wake up that early. Wasted 2 hours of sleep before hard work for seashells. -Anything for you, miss princess. -he said, touching his nose to her and dropping her back on the towel. He placed a kiss to her lips, taking in the taste of her chapstick and scent of freshly applied sunscreen. Drew looked at her with adornment; his eyes following each of her facial features, as she smiled knowing what he's doing. -Not only are you sun-kissed right now, but also Drew-kissed. -I don't mind either of them. -she said, closing her eyes from the sunlight, even though her boyfriend blocked some of it by hovering over her. -Aren't you going to swim? -I'd rather be Y/N-kissed. -Drew, they've been calling you for a long time now and you didn't even notice. -Dude, -JD jogged over to them, -are you deaf or too much in love? We've been calling for you. -A little bit of both, but mostly the second one. -he said, getting up from his position and putting his sunglasses on. It all went perfectly, with his tanned and fit body and the black RayBan. He placed too many kisses on Y/N's face, before jogging over to the group. She brought up her knees, observing her boy as he laughed together with Rudy, goofing around the beach. Her look then glued to the towel, where a shell and a note inside it was sticking out the most. She unfolded it and revealed her well-known hand writing: "I wish I could give you my eyes, so you could see how stunning you are and how I'm so in love with you. Love you, stunner. -Drew" Her smile grew bigger and when she looked up, her heart skipped a few beats at the wet figure of her boyfriend, as his blonde strands of hair dried naturally, revealing the golden tints in them. -Oh my god, are those...Rudy Pankow and Drew Starkey? -said a girl to another, not to far away from Y/N's towel. She smiled; proud of how her boyfriend's career has been growing every day with the hard work he's been putting in it. -Okay, but like you have to pick one. -Hm...let's see. Rudy is cute and all, also very hot. But Drew, he's like the boyfriend that'll protect me, plus, I mean...look at his body----one hot guy, I swear. Who'd you pick? Y/N turned her look to them, the girls waiting for an answer. She was confused at first, not knowing if they're really asking her or just questioning her lonely presence at the beach. -I-uh... -She can have Chase Stokes. -He's dating Madlyn Cline, look how close they're are. -Oh, yeah. Whatever, she'll find someone, there's Austin and JD left, as well as Deion. Y/N was the set's photographer, so it wasn't strange that they didn't know her. And, the conversation continued, somehow the both of them involving her in it. -Why are you alone? -I'm not. -said Y/N, pointing to the group, -Those are my friends, we came to enjoy a beach day after set. -They're your friends? But, you're no famous, why are you hanging out with them? -I'm the set's photographer. Also, Drew's girlfriend. -Yeah yeah, of course, and I am married to the prince. -Okay then. -said Y/N letting out a short laugh, putting all the seashells in her beach bag. -Sorry to say this-----but-----why would Drew be with you? Like, I know it sounds rude of me, but you just------don't seem to fit each other well. You're pretty too, don't get me wrong, but he's something else. Sorry, please. -No, it's fine, thank you for your honesty. Just-----sometimes, people don't have to match physically. It's what we carry inside that matters. Excuse me, I'll go to the market for some water. Y/N took her bag and put on her sandals, making her way to the small market not too far away from the beach. She thought they were fans and hated when strangers start to talk about how couples don't fit each other. Just when she was about to walk out, the group was settled in their cars and ready to head back to the trailers and pack for home. Drew's face lit up at her view in front of the market, as she tried to tie her hair in a messy bun, struggling with her waves and curls. She stepped down and intertwined her hand with Drew's put out hand, him giving it a little kiss.

The car ride back was quiet and Drew was getting suspicious. She was supposed to put some music, dance and sing. Instead, her elbow's rested on the car window and her cheek deeply swallowed by her hand. The wind blew her stuck out hairs. He could tell something was wrong with her, so he tried asking her. -I hate being alone in the car. -he started. Her figure straightened up immediately. -You're not alone, I'm here. -Yeah babe, but you've been quiet for too long. Is there something wrong that you're not telling me? -Something happened at the beach and I've been trying to brush it away from my thoughts. I know I shouldn't care about it and even though I don't, it just keeps appearing in my head. -she sighed, -There were these two girls and at first I thought they were fans and was so happy that they recognized you, but then------ -What happened then, baby? -They drooled over you, literally. He laughed to himself, looking at the road. -Is there something funny? -You're too cute to be handled baby, and your tiny jealousy is as well. -They also said why would you ever date me and that we didn't fit together. -And what did you respond with? -That, what we carry inside matters the most. -And with a given on spot answer, you're still worrying about people you'll probably never see in your life again? Come on Y/N. -I'm sorry, but I still care. You're a known person and going out in public with someone like me, just----- When she was about to finish her sentence, Drew pulled over to the side of the road, -Going out in public with such a stunner? I don't see a problem here. -Stunner for you, bummer for others. -Isn't my opinion the only thing that matters to you right now? -It...is...but still... He gave her a deep kiss, tightening his grip on the side of her head. He then placed two kisses on each cheek, pinching her nose and starting the car, -No more worrying okay? I need my joyful baby back. -Okay, no more. -she said, peeling a chocolate bar and taking a bite of it. While they were at a red light, Drew leaned over and kissed the chocolate part at the corner of her top lip. -My messy baby. I love you. -I love you too. -she said, trying to hide her blushed cheeks and pecking Drew's lips.

#drew starkey x you #drew starkey fan fiction #outer banks #beachtime #outer banks fandom #drew starkey #rafe cameron #drew starkey series

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heartbeatan · 4 years

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Damned Royalty (Chapter 3)

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Chapter 3

Jimin’s smirk widened into a smile, and you were sure he chuckled lightly.

“I don’t know what a brass monkey is,” he replied.

“Well, apparently, it’s crucial to know when you’re getting into the strip club business.”

“Is that the kind of research you came for?”

“That, and to figure out what the heck and Iron X is.”

“Well, what you’ve been told isn’t accurate to run a proper business.”

“What do you see as crucial, then?” you asked as you took another sip of your martini.

“Business is about knowing when to be the good guy and when to be the bad guy. Whose toes to step on and whose to avoid.”

“Mmm,” you nodded, even though you weren’t sure what he was saying.

“How often does one need to be the bad guy?"

“I’d rather not talk about business right now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll get out of your hair then.”

“No, please. I’d much rather you stay. Entertain me for a bit.”

You looked exaggeratingly around the strip club. “Are you not entertained?”

“Not without you.”

You thanked the fates that the club was dimly lit since you were pretty sure you were blushing.

“How can I entertain you, then?” you mentally kicked yourself as you laced your words with a little too much honey.

“How about, you start by telling me a little more about yourself?” You suddenly felt something over your bare thighs. You looked down and saw Jimin’s hand had found its way to your lap. The pads of his fingertips were now languidly dancing across your flesh, creating a wake of goosebumps. Your body stiffened again.

“I… I mean there’s not much to tell…”

“I’m sure that isn’t true,” his hand began to creep higher to the hem of your skirt. You felt your groin begin to tingle as they trailed further north towards it. For a moment, you wanted him to keep going. You watched his face as he did, but then, Jinhyun’s boisterous laughter became painfully audible and you remembered why you couldn’t.

“Please don’t,” you whispered to him, although it wasn’t at all convincing – Jimin’s grin told you as much.

“Why not?”

“Because we work together.”

“Really? Is that all?” he looked past you to your friends partying at the booth. “Or are you afraid of what they’d think?”

“That’s not it,” you snapped, offended by his implication.

“Then what?”

“It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“Hmm,” Jimin nodded, his lips curved slightly as if he were about to mock you.

“Hmm, what?”

“I just find it interesting.”

“How?”

“That you haven’t mentioned your boyfriend yet.”

“I…” you began, but you didn’t know what to say. You were caught – even though you didn’t mean to hide it. “I… yes. I have a boyfriend. That’s why.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“Umm… seven years.”

“Is it serious?”

“Very.”

“And yet, you didn’t bring him up.”

“That’s not… I wasn’t hiding it.”

“It’s too bad for him.”

“How so?” you furrowed your brow, offended again at the idea he wouldn’t think you were good enough for Jinhyun.

“Cause he’s going to be really jealous when I finally take you to bed.”

Your eyes rounded in shock. What kind of person says such a thing? Didn’t you just explain to him that you were in a loving relationship already?

“Jimin… You won’t be taking me to bed,” your voice raised an octave. This time, you were resolute in your declaration.

“We’ll see about that, princess.”

“Why would you think that of me?”

“Because I don’t think you’re all that of a good girl – and, because I know that you want me too.” As he said it, he dove his hand along the inner of your thigh and up your skirt. Your body – of a will of its own – turned towards him to receive it, and a small moan came from the back of your throat. Lucky for you, it couldn’t be heard over the thumping of the bass from the club music. You quickly found your senses and with a snap of your wrist, you caught his hand and pulled it from within you.

“I… that doesn’t matter,” you fumbled your words. “I don’t want you!”

“Then why are you still sitting here – with me?”

You opened your mouth to shout back at him, but your voice caught in your throat before you could formulate a proper retort. When you couldn’t, you simply scooted yourself from the booth and stood up.

“Well, I’m leaving now. It’s been a pleasure, Mr. Park,” you stuck your hand out formally to shake his, being sure to stand tall and straighten your shoulders.

“Jimin,” he took a hold of your hand and with a small jerk pulled you downwards slightly. “I’m only called Mr. Park in the bedroom.”

Like the cut scene of a movie trailer, an image flashed in your mind. “Mr. Park,” you cried out in your vision, while you laced your fingers through his hair as he ate you out over a bed covered in red silk. Your kegels jolted at the image, and then you were instantly repulsed by yourself for being turned on by such a brash character.

“Ugh!” you scoffed as you shook your hand free and stormed off back to your table.

“Hey, babe,” Jinhyun grinned up at you when you returned. You immediately grabbed his face and leaned in, pulling him in for a deep and sloppy kiss. “What was that for?”

“Let’s get a hotel room tonight,” you tried out your best sultry tone.

“Uh, hell yeah, babe. We’ll go soon.”

“No,” you shook your head. “I want to leave now.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him from the booth.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Jinhyun groaned as he pistoled in and out of you. It had only been a few minutes, but he was already ready to come. “Babe, you feel so good.”

“Not yet,” you pleaded with him. You weren’t ready for the sex to be over yet. It was just starting to feel good. Your body was just starting to warm and a pleasurable tingle behind your navel was beginning to ring.

But Jinhyun didn’t hear you, and with another strangled “ahh!” his hips flexed hard as he drove himself into you and spilled his seed. You clutched at his ass, holding his pelvis tight against yours were it felt good. He jerked again, then again, until you felt his body relax and with an “ugh!” it was over. He pulled himself from you and immediately rolled over onto his side of the bed.

“Oh, baby, that was so good!” he said.

“Mm hm,” you reaffirmed him. He rolled onto his side and began stroking your arm with the back of his hand.

“So, what was it that got you so excited tonight?”

“What do you mean?” you feigned ignorance.

“The impromptu sex. Was it that sexy stripper that got you all hot and bothered?”

No, you thought to yourself. You knew exactly what – or who – it was that got your libido shamefully going.

“I just wanted to spend time with my boyfriend,” you smiled sweetly back at him. “It’s been a while since we were intimate.”

“I love being with you too, sweetie,” he said with a peck to your forehead. Your smile widened. Jinhyun was a sweet boyfriend when he wanted to be. It’s just that you had been together so long that sometimes you forgot about that. He was your first real boyfriend, after all. The first and only man you’d ever slept with. The man you were someday – likely sooner than later – were expected to marry. You rolled over to him and gave him a soft kiss to the lips.

“Thank-you for the lovely evening, Jinhyun,” you said, before curling into his chest as he swung an arm around you.

You were feeling refreshed and revitalized for work on Monday. The morning passed by without and incident, but it was busy as ever as you prepared your team and began researching possibilities for the Park’s endeavours. Sometime after lunch hour, you returned to your office starving and desperate for a little break and a bit to eat. When you stepped into your office, you were greeted by a large bouquet of red roses swaddled by an array of greenery and white babies-breath. You smiled. Every once in a while your sweet boyfriend surprised you with flowers. Today must have been in celebration of your new job or a gesture from you weekend together. When you pulled the note from the bouquet, however, you learned quickly that it wasn’t Jinhyun who had sent them.

Tonight, it’s my turn to entertain you.

Jimin

You read the note over several times, then flipped it over another few times trying to decipher the rather laymen’s message. The idea of meeting Jimin after dark was… you weren’t sure. Something about it terrified you. But the other part of you was thrilled, even after everything that happened on Friday. You weren’t sure what to do. He was your client, so you had to meet him, but it was clear he wanted more from you than a simple business relationship – you weren’t so naïve to not know that much. Perhaps you should take up your father’s offer to send you abroad for a while.

Before you could come to your senses, your phone rang. Delighted for the distraction, you picked it up with a cheerful “Hello.”

“Did you get my flowers,” you heard a voice – Jimin’s voice – come through the phone. Shit.

“I’m just looking at them now. Thank-you. They’re lovely.”

“Seven o’clock. Meet me at the club. One of the guards will escort you to my office.”

“Jimin, I…” you were about to rebuff him but with a click he had hung up the phone. You hung up as well, then fiddled with the card in your hands, biting your lip as you considered what you should do. You could be out of the country before Jimin even realized you weren’t coming. But, then again, how would your father, your peers and your employees look at you if you couldn’t handle a simple account such as setting up a restaurant and strip club for the Park’s? No. You had to go… at least that’s what you told yourself.

You arrived early to The Red Palace, and just as Jimin said, a security guard was waiting for you at the door, and he escorted you through the back of the club and up a long hall which was located somewhere behind the balcony.

“Through there, miss,” the guard pointed to towards a door down the length of a hall. It was clear from the expensive and extensively carved wood which door was Jimin’s office. You gulped, then strode down the long hall towards the door. You stopped in front of a mirror which hung on the wall midway down. Looking yourself over, you grimaced at your attire. Still in your work clothes, you looked like… well… a librarian. A clean pencil skirt, closed-toed heels and a blouse that buttoned up to your neck. You smoothed out your hair and brushed away some errant mascara from below your eyes. You then looked at the buttons of your blouse and decided to undo one… then another… then another… until the slightest hint of your cleavage was visible.

I’m in a strip club, after all, you rationalized. You then turned and headed towards Jimin’s office. As you did, you began to hear a noise. It was distant at first, and you were unable to make out what it was. But as you crawled closer and closer to the office, it became more clear.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ooo, baby!” the sound of someone making sex noises was vivid now. You laughed a little, unsure if whoever was fucking knew they were being heard. You wondered if behind the club’s visage the Park’s had a brothel running as well. You kept moving, expecting the noises to distance as you passed by whichever room they were coming from – but they didn’t. They only became louder.

He’s not? you thought to yourself. He knew you were coming. Surely, he wasn’t having sex in his office while he waited for you.

To your… disappointment… you were pretty sure you were wrong. You approached the door to his office, and it was very clear the noises were coming from behind it.

“Oh, fuck, baby! You fuck me so good!” you heard clear as day. He was. You didn’t know what to do. Should you knock and let him know you were here for your meeting? Should you turn around and come back in a few minutes? Or, should you just leave?

Before you could decide, you heard something that encased your feet in cement.

“Ugghhh,” you heard a deep, guttural groan come from Jimin. Immediately, a rush of sensations hit your body like an anvil. He was having sex, and he was enjoying it. And she – whoever she was – was enjoying it too. “Oh, fuck, princess!”

Princess? That’s what he had called you all Friday night. Was he thinking about you or was calling women ‘princess’ just his kink?

“Oh, God!” you heard him again. Somewhere in the back of your mind was a voice that said this was wrong. You needed to turn away. You couldn’t be aroused by this. But your body and your consciousness seemed to think it was right. In an instant you saw before you the image of you and Jimin. Your leg hitched over Jimin’s waist, your shoes still on, your skirt hiked up to your waist as he fucked you into the wall. You, doing the things to him that made him groan like that. You clamped your thighs tightly together as a rush of arousal flooded between your thighs and your blood ran hot. But then, you remembered that it wasn’t him and you. It was him and someone else. You wanted to deny it but in truth, the realization made you a bit jealous… or a lot jealous. In an instant, without thinking, you raised your hand to the door and knock.

“What?” you heard Jimin call out in frustration.

“It’s me, Y/N. We were supposed to meet.”

“Just a minute.”

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Mr. Park, oh!” you heard the woman’s pitch rise in tone, as did the sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh.

You closed your eyes and tried to imagine anything else besides Jimin having sex, but it was near impossible. The sounds he made. The sounds she made. Where was he fucking her? On the couch? On the desk? On the chair? Was there a bed in there?

“Ngghhhhhh!” you heard her cry out in pleasure. “Oh. My. God!” You heard her again. She must’ve come. That must be what it sounds like to come when your fucking Park Jimin. Not only were you now jealous of her, but you envied her as well.

A rustling came from behind the door, and you were sure they were pulling themselves back together.

“I need you to go,” you heard Jimin say. A few moments later, the door flung open and one of the strippers you remembered seeing the other night walked out. She looked at you, a ridiculous smile on her face, then she winked before she strutted happily down the hall and out of sight.

“Come in,” Jimin’s voice kicked you back to reality.

You turned back to the office and warily crept inside. You found Jimin panting slightly and in the middle of buttoning up his shirt. You saw the toned definition of his sweaty upper chest which he hadn’t yet managed to cover. He caught you staring and gave you that crooked smile of his. You darted your eyes away and looked around the room for anything that wasn’t Jimin’s bare skin or devious stare.

“I’m sorry I came so early,” you tried your hand at apologizing for the awkwardness of the situation – but in truth, Jimin seem unphased by the idea of you hearing him have sex.

“No, you’re right on time,” he replied. “You don’t need to be shy, princess.” Challenged by the proclamation, you turned your attention back to him. He had his collar popped up, ready for his tie. “You think you could help me with this,” he said as he swung the silk over his neck. You glared back at him. Was he really asking you to help him get dressed after having sex with someone else? Regardless, after a beat you surrendered and sauntered over to him, placing your purse on his desk to free up your hands.

You took the fabric between your fingers and began pulling together the knot. Jimin gazed down at you as you did, and you did your best not to look up at him, but after a moment or two you found it irritating.

“Stop staring at me please,” you said.

“I like looking at you,” he replied.

“You know, Jimin,” you flipped one tail over the other. “I’m a busy woman. I don’t have time for your games.”

“I think you like my games.”

“I don’t.”

“How long were you listening to us?”

“Not long.”

“Oh? Then why is your chest all flushed?”

You bit your tongue. Now even your skin was betraying you.

“Embarrassment,” you shot back. But, once again, he smiled because he didn’t buy what you were saying.

“You never need to be embarrassed around me, princess. But I do like this look of jealousy you’ve got going on.”

“I’m not jealous,” you snapped as you pulled the knot tight to his throat. He swallowed a bit as he felt your retaliation, then dipped his finger into the collar to loosen it a bit. You stepped back from him and collected your purse.

“Whatever you have planned for tonight, cancel it.”

“Why?”

“Because you said you were going to entertain me tonight. So, we’re doing what I want to do.” With that, you turned from him as strutted out of the room.

#bts smut #jimin imagine #jimin smut #jimin x y/n #jimin x reader

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allaboutthebooz · 5 years

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Rescue Me

A/N: My goodness it’s been forever since I’ve posted anything worth reading. This isn’t my usual Winchester fic. It’s not even a Supernatural fic. It’s Marvel, but not Steve or Bucky. I’ve also replaced Scarlett Johansson with our reader. She will be Black Widow. You’ll see why I did it, when you read it. Well, here you go. OH! And this was supposed to be one part, and has morphed into two!

Warnings: Angst (because I’m the princess of angst.)

Pairing: Jeremy Renner x Reader

Summary: The reader and Jeremy are having a hard time settling into the mind space of filming for the Vormir scene. (actual scene is in italics)

Sitting on the couch in your trailer, elbow propped up on the back, fingers against you lips, nails between your teeth as you stare out the window lost in thought. You had been dreading this ever since the Russo’s gave everyone the script at the table read. As soon as you saw that Cint and Natasha were heading to Vormir and what was going to happen, you and your husband held each other a little tighter. The brother’s kept everything so quiet, that no one knew what was going to happen. They kept everything to themselves, until it was time to sit around the table and read together. Even then, they still were still changing things. You would be told one thing and then when you arrived on set to film, you would be handed a new script. Except, this. This they were keeping. You just had a feeling.

A knock on your trailer door, pulls you back to reality. You and move to the door, pushing it open to greet the PA on the other side. Time to head to hair and makeup. You grab your AirPods and phone. Slipping the buds in your ears, you scroll through your music and selecting ‘Rescue Me’ by Thirty Seconds to Mars. You allow the music to fill your ears and clear you mind. You give Mary and Deborah a smile as you sit in one of the chairs. Nothing is said as they begin to turn you into Black Widow. Your long hair being braided down your back, your makeup giving you a natural beauty look. Waterproof eye makeup because they knew that tears would be shed today.

You’re so absorbed into your music, that you don’t see the room get brighter as the door opens and Jeremy walks in. Deborah gives your hair a few puffs of hair spray before stepping away, giving you a moment to let everything set. Jeremy can see how lost you are, as he moves behind you. You jump when you feel his hands lad on your shoulders. You look into the mirror and pull on of the pods from your ear.

“You okay?” He asks, gently. Stroking his thumbs over your shoulders.

You nod and give a small smile. “Yeah, just ready.” You reach your own hand up to hold his, feeling the warmth radiating off of him, giving you comfort.

He nods. His hair floppy but wild, from sleep. “We got this.” He kisses the back of your head and giving your hand a squeeze, before letting you go and sitting in the chair beside you so that the girls can do his hair and makeup.

“Yeah.” You stand from your seat. “I’m gonna get a quick snack and some water. Want anything?” You stand close to him, but out of Mary’s way. Reaching for his hand again. His wedding band, gleaming on his finger.

He shakes his head. “No, I’m okay. I’ll meet you on set?”

You nod, squeezing his hand and leaning towards him, pressing a kiss to his lips. Pulling back, you give him another smile and walk out of the trailer, fitting the earbud back in place and letting the music fill your ears again.

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You and Jeremy stood close to your markers, wrapped around each other, mentally preparing yourselves for what was about to happen. Filming scenes like this is always difficult, no matter what movie you were filming. This time was different though. You were saying goodbye to a character that has been with you for almost ten years now. You were also filming the scene with Jeremy, the man that you’ve been in love with since you filmed Avengers together. The two of you have been married for the last four years. You’ve spent the last six years together and now it was ending. Not your marriage, but your Marvel days together.

You know he was having a hard time, too. Maybe even harder, considering he had to imagine you dying right before his eyes. He is a such a great actor; he’ll get the scene done no problem. It was after that worried you. How would this scene affect him? You were going to find out.

You pull away from him enough, that you can put your forehead again his. Eyes closed, breathing each other in. You can hear the crew moving around you both, getting the set ready. You can hear the click of the camera as the on-set photographer took photos, probably drooling over the affection between you and your husband. You’ll have to remember to ask for copies of them.

Opening your eyes and pulling back, the tiniest bit. “You ready?” you ask, your voice no higher than a whisper.

He peels his eyes open, looking at you with his blue eyes. He gives his head the slightest shake. “No. How am I supposed to do this? How am I supposed to imagine you like that?” His jaw clenching as he grits his teeth together.

“I know it’ll be tough but as soon as they call cut, I’ll be with you. I’ll be right here.” He shifts his gaze away from you and gives an unconvinced nod. You bring your hands up, one on his cheek and the other on his neck, bringing his attention back to you. “I love you. We can do this.” Your voice stern, filling him with the confidence his needs to pull himself together.

He nods one last time, before kissing you. Quick, but filled with everything he is.

You pull away from each other and stand on your marks, keeping your gaze on each other a moment longer before Anthony calls for everyone’s attention.

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Cameras rolling. You sat on the rocks, snow falling around you. Jeremy standing in the center with Ross, playing Red Skull, behind you. One camera focused on your face, the other focused on the three of you.

“How’s it going?” Clint asks with a wave and a chuckle, stepping towards you with a shake of his head. “Jesus. Maybe he’s making this shit up.”

“No. I don’t think so.”

“Why? Because he knows your daddy’s name?” He asks, pacing.

“I didn’t.” You give your head a slow shake. “Thanos left here with the stone. Without his daughter. That’s not a coincidence.”

All Clint can say is “Yeah.” Staring into the distance.

“Whatever it takes.” You murmur.

Clint turns towards you. “Whatever it takes.” You look over at him, finally looking at him for the first time since sitting down.

You stand and move towards hm. “If we don’t get that stone billions of people stay dead.”

He holds your gaze for a second longer before looking out at the horizon. “Then I guess we both know who it’s gotta be.”

You keep your gaze on his profile and nod. “I guess we do.”

He looks down and takes your hand into his, you bring your other hand up and secure it around the back of his, holding it between yours. “I’m starting to think we mean different people here, Natasha.”

“For the last five years, I’ve been trying to do one thing. Get to right here. That’s all it’s been about. Bringing everybody back.” You stand a little closer to him.

“Oh, don’t you get all decent on me now.” You can hear the pleading in his voice.

“What? You think I want to do it? I’m trying to save your life, you idiot.”

“Yeah well, I don’t want you to. How’s that?” He shifts on his feet. “Natasha, you know what I’ve done. You know what I’ve become.”

“Well, I don’t judge people on their worst mistakes.”

The sadness creeping on his face, makes your heart clench. “Maybe you should.”

Raising your chin, you give him a small smirk. “You didn’t.” You can feel your throat growing tight with the emotion that you are trying to keep down.

A beat passes between you both.

“You’re a pain in my ass, you know that.”

Your face trembles, just slightly. You both lean forwards and press your foreheads together. You’re shaking, you know he can feel it. You can see him trying to hold himself together. His jaw ticking with each breath he takes.

Suddenly, he’s pulling back and making you look up at him. “Okay. You win.” You take in a small breath as he gives you the smallest smile before taking you down and pining you to the ground beneath him. “Tell my family, I love them.” He grunts as you quickly switch positions. His back to the floor, you are standing over him, fist pointed at him, suit lighting up.

“You tell them yourself.”

He groans, knowing he was supposed to being shocked by the weapon attached to your wrist. You turn and start to run towards the edge, ready to jump. He quickly stands and fires an arrow; an explosion of rubble makes gives you your cue to fly to the right. Landing with a grunt, you roll onto your stomach and watch as he gives you a sad smile, before taking off into a run.

He leaps over the edge, ready to fall to his demise. What he isn’t expecting, is for you to throw yourself onto his back, attach a hook to his belt and launch the other end into the stone edge behind you. Both of you being jerked at the force, you slipping from his grasp until he catches your wrist in his hand.

“Damn you.” He grunts out. He looks behind him and up, trying to find a way to save you. He looks back down, trying to reach for your other hand. He grunts and groans, trying to pull you up. You don’t say anything, you just look up at him with a calm expression, panting. He can feel you start to slip, and he squeezes your wrist tighter. “Wait.” He puffs out. Quietly whispering, “come on.”

You try to calm your breathing, staying calm for him. “Let me go.”

He looks back up and then back at you. Pleading with his eyes. “No.” He shakes his head. “No, please no.”

You tremble but give a slight nod. “It’s okay.” You whisper with so much affection.

That’s his breaking point, the moment he had been dreading. Tears form in his eyes, the blue of his irises looking like the ocean and giving you a sense of peace. “Please.” He begs.

You give him a nod and then you manage to get your footing on the wall, and you launch yourself off with a grunt, your wrist ripping from his hand as you begin to descend. You can see his face twist into agony and wretched wail leaving his body.

You fall onto the mats below and lay still. Listening to your husband wail and sob above you, waiting for someone to call cut. You see him clinging to the rope that’s attached to him, crying as he looks down at your unmoving torso.

“Cut!” Joe calls. Giving the all clear for movement behind the camera. “Great job guys, I think we got it. The only thing we will need to get is a shot of Y/N after the fall, but that was amazing. That’s lunch guys.”

You climb off the mat and wait for the stunt team to remove your harness for around your waist. You were ready to get back to Jeremy. As soon as the last wire is removed from your belt, you move towards the cliff set up, beginning your climb. Jeremy is moving down the cliff at the same time and meets you in the middle, gathering you in his arms.

You can feel him trembling and you grip him harder. “It’s okay. I’m right here. I’m okay.” You whisper in his ear, stroking the back of his head. He sinks the both of you to the ground, holding you in his lap. You wait until he calms down a bit to pull back from him. Holding his face within your hands, you look into his sad eyes. You never want to see that devastated look on his face ever again.

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movienotesbyzawmer · 4 years

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Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker

May 4: Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker

(previous notes: Star Wars: The Last Jedi)

Source: UK 3D Blu-ray

I saw this at pretty much the very first available showing, and haven't watched it since. But since I had the other Disney-era ones in 3D, and I still have the capability to watch 3D movies at home, I decided to complete my Blu-ray collection by ordering the British 3D Blu-ray, like I'd done with The Last Jedi. So now I'm going to see it at home for the first time, in 3D for the first time, and take notes like I've been doing.

My reaction when I saw this on opening night was that it was a lot of fun. I didn't think it was as good as The Last Jedi. Overall it feels like a trilogy where the first priority was to avoid the mistakes of the prequels, and the second priority was to have them be fun movies. Mission accomplished, but the actual story of this trilogy is only marginally satisfying. But I left that opening night screening excited about all the neat things I'd witnessed. And now I shall press play and do some re-witnessing…

Emperor Palpatine, the opening crawl tells us. He wasn't someone we were expecting to be part of the plot of this movie, was it?

First scene after the opening shot is a slow-mo land battle, visually different from Star Wars movies in general. Dude kills 100% of everyone then plucks a mysterious relic from a mysterious relic. He's on a Tomb-raider-y treasure hunt.

It takes him to a Tomb Raider-y lair… and there are creatures in green liquid ahhh!

"…some consider to be… UNNATURAL", that line from Episode III. Very love it. Good reference.

The image of all those Star Destroyers is super super super cool.

And now after a calculated bit of lightness in the Millennium Falcon, the good guys arrive at a super neat looking planet thing. Not even ten minutes in and we've seen three inventive new planet environments.

And now a chase, "lightspeed skipping", and each skip is a cool space place, all different, one of them has a big monster! They are tuned into what's good about Star Wars movies, these Rise of Skywalker makers.

Also, Finn and Poe seem to have settled into their roles as funny supporting-character buddies. The first movie really seemed to be beginning a more dramatic arc for Finn, but it doesn't feel like that's happening any more.

0:15:36 - Rose Tico sighting! Her arc blunted as well. Be nice if she joined them on this mission they're about to leave on.

Really kind of surprising how much footage there is of Carrie Fisher, who died years before this came out.

Okay now we're back with Kylo Ren on this planet that's the equivalent of that orc-factory in Lord of the Rings. What's he doing? Collaborating with some ukky beings. Fixing his helmet. Hm.

Bit of humor in the conference room scene, again calculated.

Back to our heroes and they're on another neat new planet with color clouds & celebratory visuals, pleasant.

0:23:40 - Very cinematic Rey-Kylo cross-galaxy conversation, cool.

Lando saves them from stormtroopers, and is therefore given the honor of the "I've got a bad feeling about this" line.

0:28:00 Speeder chase in the desert, and the stormtrooper speeders launch them up and they fly! Cool!

Hah, there's a gag where Rey fires up her light saber and Poe tries to do that too but his is just a flashlight, cute.

Okay, here's this scene I like where there's a serpent monster in their Tomb Raider cave, and Ray figures out that the monster just needs to be force healed so she does it and it helps them. Sounds corny but I like it.

0:36:00 - we see the Ren gang on a plateau and here a new music theme. I'm not much noticing the new music themes in the Star Wars movies of the 2010s, but there's one.

This scene. The Kylo/Rey meeting in the desert. It was heavily teased in the trailer and it would have been more effective if we hadn't seen so much of it in the trailer. Also there's a who-can-magic-harder duel that ends up killing Chewy, except that we don't have to believe that very very long.

"Let's do that!" about wiping C-3POs memory, John Boyega's exceptional comic timing on display again.

0:45:40 - We're on this new planet now, which is so Poe can find the person that can do a memory wipe of 3-3PO, right? It's fast-paced, this movie.

"We sent out a call for help at the battle of Krait, nobody came" says Poe. Am I forgetting that drama from The Last Jedi? I know he's talking about that final battle from that movie, but I didn't remember a despairing "no one is coming", at least not like it was a huge, shocking letdown.

I like the little Babu creature but we don't get much of it, do we

Poe is all "did she do that to us" when he sees her Force-hypnotize the stormtroopers, haha

0:58:10 - Pretty unique shot, dollying backwards facing Poe & Finn shooting stormtroopers we can't see until they fall in front of the camera

"Your parents were no one… they CHOSE to be" here's where it starts to seem like this movie doesn't like where the last movie was going & made it be different. If this were an improv class the teacher would be like, "remember the principle of 'yes AND…'"

Okay, this bit coming up where General Hux saves them & says he's the spy. It's… funny? And dumb? Maybe? Sort of a tawdry end to this character in the trilogy maybe?

"You.. Are a Palpatine." Dun dun dunnnnnnn. Okay sure I guess. This isn't what I'm into Star Wars movies for; I wouldn't have had it be about this.

They get to the new planet and Rey figures out how to use the knife tool to find where to go, it's so like a Tomb Raider game that I feel like I'm reading a cheat guide on GameSpot

Now Finn is bonding with the girl on the planet who is also a stormtrooper deserter, makes that whole Finn subplot make more sense.

Rey swiped a cool watercraft to go to the wreck of the Death Star and I just want to point out once again that I like the vehicle design in Star Wars movies.

1:13:10 - overhead shot of said vehicle is the first notable example of something that looks good in 3D in this movie. I'm inclined to say you really shouldn't feel like you're missing out if you're seeing this in 2D.

She's in a vision cave on the wrecked Death Star. She fights HER OWN SELF for a second, and bad-Rey rawrs at her in a way that reminds me of when Bilbo does that in the first Lord of the Rings movie. I liked it there and I like it here.

1:18:05 - First bit of my beloved "Han Solo and the Princess" theme, so lovely

Now Rey and Kylo are saber dueling all over this wreck with waves everywhere and it reminds me of the big climactic duel in Episode III where it seems like the duelers are going out of their way to duel in a cool looking place.

Everything gets all dramatic in a way that doesn't really get explained - Leia very deliberately says "Ben", then dies, but it affects Kylo allowing Rey to kill him, but then she un-kills him with Force magic because "I did want to take your hand" and then bounces. And it's not over with this kind of thing, because Kylo has a not-really-real conversation with his played-by-OMG-Harrison-Ford father, and he symbolically hurls his awesome saber away. So where are we now? We're in some drama, that's where. I miss cool vehicles and inventive creature design!

1:27:45 - Modded-up Star Destroyer emerges from lightspeed and it's another cool 3D effect.

And then it blows up the planet where Poe's ex-girlfriend was and it looks cool, but we could have used her to be around more. Wait, does she not-be-dead later or something? Probably.

Okay, very corny sequence happening now, it's the pep talk between Rey and ghost-Luke, it ends with a smirking Luke raising up an X-wing like he couldn't do in Empire Strikes Back, so I guess that plot point is tidied up.

Okay, we got past that drama and now there's a very simple Saint-Crispin's-Day speech riling up the troops so they can go to that mystery planet for the final battle, and interest level has picked up.

1:41:28 - Hey a shot of Rey going through a wall gap is a reference to the earlier cool-in-3D shot of the watercraft & the Death Star wreck.

And here's something that internet assholes picked on - they ride horse-things on the Star Destroyers. Lighten up comrades, maybe this just isn't your kind of space adventure movie.

Rey gets in the mystery-edifice and holy hell it's creepy! There's an audience of thousands of cultists in black stone bleacher seats, chanting in perfect unison! It's downright Kubrick-y!

They really had fun with the lighting in the Palpatine room. Also, there are red stormtroopers on the Star Destroyers and aren't they pretty.

Palpatine is trying to convince Rey that she should embrace hatred and hill him and rule the galaxy in ritual hatred with a chanting congregation of hooded dipshits. Will it work? He does have a very compelling speaking voice. But here comes Kylo! He has had a change of heart or something!

"The life force in your bond," he narrates, and then bad-magics them super hard! We never could have anticipated that evil force spells could thwart their plans.

1:54:20 - very satisfying shot of a giant fleet of good guys coming to save the day. They hit us with the idea of no one coming to save them, and just like when Han Solo swooped in in the first movie, it feels good that this time someone else did show up. And yes it includes Poe's girlfriend and that charismatic little varmint!

Super cool to see Star Destroyers get blown up.

Also cool when Palpatine super-zaps lots of good guy spaceships. Sound is neat on that also. This intense visual/aural experience is what I was thinking about for a while after first seeing this movie.

Rey beats Palpatine by having that surprise second light saber. Whatever, this is a super cool looking scene with all the bad guys in that chamber getting wasted.

Other cool battle climax imagery happens up in the sky, even though it's kind of hard to see what exactly physically happened to save Finn and those guys on the crashing Star Destroyer.

Kylo… what??? Didn't die when he just disappeared into a crevasse??? Quel surprise! He's super-reformed now and heals Rey up with his tender love for her. They kiss, their carnal desires overtaking them, they are high on the most ethical lust the galaxy has ever known! And he dies and disappears, but is visibly satisfied. I feel okay mocking this because I suspect no one likes it. And then it moves on to really cool aftermath visuals that are crazy fun to watch. They are experiencing the great victory in other planets from the other movies, and to the tune of John Williams themes from movies past.

Maz presents Chewy with a special medal, am I supposed to know what that's about? They're giving it major gravity.

So the movie, the trilogy, and the Skywalker Saga ends with a scene of Rey returning to Tatooine to bury the two important light sabers, but also whip out another one she had, and then tell a townie that she's named Rey SKYWALKER, and the final moment is of her gazing at the two suns with the Binary Sunset theme playing us out. What I like about that is that it sends the message that that moment from the original Star Wars, elevated to greatness largely by John Williams stirring theme, is the pinnacle of cinematic experiences that were brought to us by this series.

I like this movie less than any of the Disney-era movies for sure, and I think after watching it a second time, it lacks some specialness that could have allowed it to hold up better against the best Star Wars movies. But I wouldn't say it's bad, and I certainly wouldn't advise against seeing it.

#star wars rise of skywalker

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imagines-dreams · 5 years

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Your Mentor(s) - Tom Holland Imagine

Rating: G

Warnings: not that much Tom, but it’s cute and fluffy

Summary: Stacy meets her biggest hero while interning at Stark Industries. / It's a wrap on Gwyneth Paltrow, so it's your last day to give her a gift, to thank her for being an amazing Pepper Potts.

Word Count: 2201

Notes: So, it’s now a series, because even though I have a standardized test in four days, i still have ideas for this insane ideas

Part 1

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You stared at the calculations given to you. Your internship at Stark Industries was basically two things. Shadowing amazing scientists and their respective projects, and going over their calculations and conclusions to double-check simpler things before sending it to a team to be triple checked.

But… something wasn’t right. The data was inconsistent. Even accounting for the differences in the subjects before testing, the data was inconsistent. You spread them out on your desk and stared at all of them. You double-checked your calculations. You checked them again. By the sixth time, you came up with the same numbers. Something was off.

You brought the data set to the lab and stared at the displayed holograms. The new piece of biotech your team was working on was a vibranium-based mesh that would theoretically be used as a permanent mesh that’s used in surgeries.

There were a total of twelve possible designs, each a different thickness and a different denseness of mesh. Supposedly, with the incorrect data you held, the thinnest and most dense mesh would be best, but that didn’t make any sense. If vibranium mesh was too dense, the cells would take in vibranium and try to spread it out when too much is inside a person.

A too dense mesh should be absorbed by the cells around it and therefore disintegrate, becoming a temporary mesh when it should be permanent.

You gulped and checked the simulations. Something was off with the “successful” trial of mesh. You turned the hologram of the bunch of cells and the mesh. Mesh looked fine. Set to the thickness and denseness that was set in the paper.

The cells, though, were acting strange. You brought up the codes for the cells’ behavior. Structure of the cell, first. Movement of the cells, next. Last, how the cell reacts to outside stimuli. That took up most of the code. “Jocasta,” you said into the air, “bring up a notepad and write what I say, please.”

The friendly Stark Industries AI responded politely, “Of course, Ms. Stacy,” and followed your instructions.

You read each line of code and said what each line was for. Then, you found it. A mistake! “Jocasta, highlight line 351 and inform Dr. Singson that the vibe mesh trials have been incorrectly coded, resulting in uncharacteristic cellular behavior.” You stuck out your tongue and zoomed in on one of the trials. “Specifically, the cells don’t sense a difference in concentration of vibranium outside the cell and inside the cell.”

A few seconds later, Friday announced, “Dr. Singson is currently unavailable, but his associate Dr. Hansen is coming up to check on your calculations.”

“Dr. Hansen?” You haven’t met that doctor. You straightened out your outfit and prepared yourself for the introduction. After a few cycles of deep breathing, a man, you were guessing Dr. Hansen, barged into the lab. “Who are you?” he asked.

You smiled and held out your hand. “Good evening, my name’s Gwen Stacy, and I’m an intern here.” You pointed at the simulations. “I was-”

“Intern?”

You blinked a few times. “Yes, Stark Industries hires high school and college students to-”

“Right.” He stared at your notes. “You’re authorized to access these?”

“When needed,” you explained. “I’m the first person to check Dr. Singson’s calculations before sending them to-”

“Me.” Dr. Hansen shook his head. “I can’t believe Dr. Singson allows the intern to check his calculations,” he muttered.

Anger bubbled in your gut, but you pushed it as far down as you could. Dr. Hansen was Dr. Singson’s associate, and you couldn’t insult him. You weren’t going to lose your internship.

“What classes are you in, little girl?”

You inhaled through your teeth. “Currently a sophomore at Townsend, taking Advanced Calculus, AP Comp Sci, and AP Bio.”

“Hm.” The man sighed. “I don’t see anything wrong here.”

“Then, you’re not looking.” You cleared your throat and tried your best to keep your voice level. “The vibe trial with dense mesh doesn’t take into account that cells can sense vibe concentration inside and outside the cell. Cells would absorb the vibranium, and this should be a permanent mesh, not a temporary one.”

He raised his eyebrow at you. “How do you know about a cell’s reaction to vibranium?”

“Since I’ve interned here for one and a half years under Dr. Singson and took a specialized course on vibranium along with the rest of the team.” You smiled. “Also, I’ve sat in on a video conference with Wakanda’s head of research as she explained vibranium’s properties.”

“Excuse me?”

You sighed. “Dr. Singson,” you greeted.

The younger doctor smiled at you. “I see you’re discussing our conversation with Princess Shuri. Enlightening, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, its was. I can’t thank you enough for letting me sit in that day.”

“I guess my team and intern are now American experts in vibranium.” He walked to your side and looked over your notes. Without looking at Dr. Hansen, your boss said, “You can go now, Doctor. Stacy and I got it handled.”

You smiled at Dr. Hansen. His mouth was a tad open, and you were almost worried he would catch flies. Instead, you pointed at the door. “There’s your exit.”

You didn’t even watch him leave. After all, you had work to do it. After twenty minutes of correcting the code and running simulations, the door opened again. You almost groaned at the thought of seeing Dr. Hansen again. Thank whatever god there was that Dr. Singson said something first.

“Ms. Potts! What a pleasant surprise.”

You nearly choked on air. Ms. Potts? As in the Pepper Potts? The assistant turned CEO of Stark Industries? The woman who killed the terrorist Aldrith Killian? That Pepper Potts? You wiped off dust from your lab coat and tried your best to not look like you were screaming on the inside. When you turned around, you nearly squealed. It was her! It was Pepper Potts! Red haired, high heeled, power suit-wearing Pepper Potts!

“Dr. Singson, I just wanted to pop in and see what’s going on. Dr. Hansen was complaining about an intern?”

Just like that, your excitement died.

Dr. Singson shook his head. “Oh, it’s a misunderstanding. Stacy here, caught a mistake in my work, and Dr. Hansen incorrectly disagreed.” He motioned to you. “This young woman saved our trials.”

Ms. Potts smiled at you and held out her hand. “Pepper Potts. A pleasure to meet you.”

You nodded. “Yes, uh, trust me, the pleasure is all mine.” You shook her hand. “Gwen Stacy.”

“Of course. Daughter of the Captain, right?”

You gulped. “Yep.” That’s what you were known for. “That’s me.”

The CEO blinked a few times. “Actually, I believe I remember your application. Very impressive essay and proposal. And now you're exceeding expectations here with Dr. Singson.”

Astounded, the only thing that left your lips was a stuttered, “T-Thank, uh, yes, thank you, Ms. Potts. Thank you.”

“Did Dr. Hansen bother you?”

You shrugged. “Not too much, you know? Just standard, uh, confusing with my status and, well how would you say-”

“Sexism?”

You inhaled through your teeth. “Possibly,” you added. "Why?"

She tapped a few things on her Stark-issued pad. "We've had a few minor complaints, but not to worry. I’ll sit down and talk with him personally. Should at least be able to make him take a few seminars before coming back to work. And don’t worry about him. I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you again, ok?”

You nodded. “Ok!”

“Great.” She smiled. “You know, we could use more people like you here. If you ever have any trouble, don’t hesitate to ask me.” She nodded at your mentor. “Dr. Singson.”

“Always a pleasure, Ms. Potts.”

And just like that, she was out of sight, and you were practically vibrating with excitement. You met Pepper Potts! And she liked you! And she complimented you! And she sided with you! “Impressive,” she had said. Impressive! Not only that, but she wanted more people like you at Stark! You couldn’t wait to tell your parents.

“That’s a wrap on Gwyneth!” A round of applause came up from the entire cast and crew. “Thank you, everyone! Let’s move on.”

You were whisked off stage to wardrobe where you changed back into your clothes. Your next set of takes should be after at least two hours, so you could comfortably lie in your trailer. As you planned out your relaxation, you caught Gweneth Paltrow and her team.

You couldn’t help but smile.

Jacob told you that Gwyneth had memory problems. It wasn’t that noticeable until she forgets a name or is under the spotlight. Because of that, you made sure to always work your name into the beginning of the conversation, just in case.

She has been so nice to you. You couldn’t ask for a better actress or person to act as your mentor, and if you could make her life just a little easier, it was almost like thanking her for recommending you and being such a great actress to work with.

Speaking of! You almost forgot the present you got her! “Sorry, excuse me,” you rushed to grab your things and get to your trailer. You grabbed the bouquet of origami flowers and card and found Ms. Paltrow in record time. “Gwyneth, excuse me.”

Her team dispersed to let you through, and the woman smiled at you. “Hello,” she said softly with a kind smile.

“Just a gift from me.” After she took your presents with a soft gasp, you curtsied with a giggle, “Your humble co-worker, (Y/n) (Y/l/n).” You shrugged. “I hope it’s an ok gift. I wasn’t sure-”

“They’re lovely,(Y/n).” She gently plucked one of the paper flowers and tilted her head. “Who did you buy this from?”

“Oh, I made it,” you said. “Tried something new.”

“Recyclable,” she commented.

You nodded. “And they will never wilt.”

She laughed, and you could swear your heart swelled, and you were floating on air. Robert was right. Having Gwyneth Paltrow on set was distracting. She was too entrancing. Not just because of her beauty, even though yes, that, too, but because she has this neverending optimism and air of grace about her. When you grow up, you wanted to be like her.

“It’s very sweet gift.” She handed it to someone on her team. “Can you put this in my trailer, please?”

“Of course, Ms. Paltrow.”

“Thank you.” She sighed. “Mind if I give you a hug?”

“Not at all!”

And so, she took you into her arms, and all the soreness and little annoyances of the day slipped away, and you relaxed into her embrace. Yes, there was no better woman to be your mentor. You were so lucky.

Tom and you were in your trailer, watching Gwyneth’s interview with Jimmy Kimmel for one of her non-Marvel movies. You couldn’t stop smiling, because god, you really knew that woman. You knew someone on tv who was being interviewed by a famous late night show host.

Tom laughed. “Close your mouth, darling. Catching flies and all.”

“Sorry.” You shook your head. “Still surreal.”

“Yeah.” He handed you the popcorn bowl.

You gladly took a handful before handing it back to him.

“So, I heard you have been receiving presents on set?”

“Yes, I do! I’m proud to say that most sets I step foot on, that we act like a family.”

“Yeah, we’ve heard that the newest member of the MCU-”

“(Y/n).”

“Yes, her!”

You choked on your popcorn. “What?!”

“Yeah, we’ve heard you’ve taken her under your wing. Is that correct?”

“Yes, or I’m trying to.” Gwyneth laughed. “Whenever I can, she’s just a really talented actress. I can see her going far in this business.”

“Oh my god,” you mumbled. “This is how I die. From compliments.”

Your friend laughed. “Shut up! I’m trying to listen to our mom.”

“My mom!” you argued. “Now, sh!”

“So, she gave you a present?”

“Yes, she did. And I kept it. Or part of it, anyway.”

“Yeah, you actually sent us a picture.” Jimmy Kimmel took out a picture of one of your paper roses and the envelope with the card on a windowsill. “She bought you some paper roses.”

“She made them!”

“She made them?”

“Yes, can you imagine? She’s so sweet. I keep it as a little reminder for myself.”

“Of what?”

Gwyneth smiled. “Of the family I have on set, and the admiration I have for our next generation.” She leaned in close and stage-whispered, “She’s one of the best.”

“That’s it! I’m dead!” You fell right onto the cushions, feeling like everything was turned to jelly, because oh my god, Gwyneth Paltrow, the Gwyneth Paltrow, complimented you and called you one of the best, part of her on set family!

“Still not used to it?” Tom asked sarcastically.

Heat crawled up your neck and into your cheeks. You covered your eyes with your arms. “Shut up, you movie star!” You threw a pillow at him. It was satisfying.

Then, you went right back to your soft cushions and muttered, “Gwyneth Paltrow knows me. And likes me.” You brought a pillow to your face and screamed into it.

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[created by: krissyw1993].

Randomly Random - Part 1

Middle name? Not sharing that.

Favorite color(s)? Pastels, rose gold, sea foam green, coral, and yellow.

What college do you want to/or are attending? I went to a local community college and UC.

What do you want to/are you majoring in? I majored in psychology.

Democrat/republican/other? Other.

Birthday month? July.

Do you dress according to your mood? No. I dress according to comfortability, hence why I only wear leggings and oversized graphic tees now.

Tomboy/girlie girl I’m a comfy girl.

Are you good at doing hair/make up? Nope. I don’t even try anymore, but I was never any good at it.

Do you wear glasses? Yep.

Can you drive? No.

Are you shy? Very.

Are you always worried or stressed about something? Yeppp.

Tell me about your dream wedding. I don’t plan on having one.

Randomly Random - Part 2

Do you like to sing? Sure. Too bad I don’t sing well.

Do you like to write poetry? No. I dabbled with it some when I was a teenager, but it wasn’t good.

Can you swim? No.

Do you like the pool or the ocean? I love being near the ocean, but not getting in it. I’m not a swimmer and I have a fear of deep water.

Do you hate water in your face? I like letting water go on my face in the shower, splashing water on my face, or using a mist spray fan. The spray fans are a must have for me in the summer.

Do you hold grudges? No, I’m not one to really hold a grudge.

Are you/have you ever been in love? Yes, twice.

Do you/did you ever sleep with a teddy bear? if so who gave it to you? I have a few stuffed animals that just sit on my bed.

Are you a very random person? No.

What do you do when you're nervous? I get squirmy and have a hard time sitting still, I mess with my hair, I pick at my my nails, I bite my lips, and I twiddle around with my hands.

Do you love making new friends? I haven’t wanted to be social these past few years. I’m not attempting to make any friends right now.

Do you like the twilight series? I was a big fan when the books and movies were coming out but then I outgrew it.

Favorite animal? Dogs and giraffes.

Randomly Random - Part 3

Do you have any pets? I have a doggo named Princess Leia.

What would you name your daughter? I don’t want kids, but I like the name Autumn.

^ your son? I like the name Alexander.

What length hair do you like in a guy & why? My personal preference is short hair.

Do you have friends who are shorter than you? I don’t have any friends anymore, but no just about everyone is taller than me except for little kids.

When you get mad do you cry? Yes. I cry and shutdown.

Would you ever consider modeling? No. I’m most definitely not cut out for it and I’ve never had any desire to be one anyway.

What color eyes do you wish you had? I wish I had blue or green eyes.

Silver/gold jewelry? I like both.

Do you always wear jewelry? No. I very rarely wear jewelry anymore.

Are you afraid of needles? Yes.

How many kids do you want? Zero.

Long/short nails? They’re hardly there.

Do you like wearing hats? Yeah, I like to wear beanies especially.

Randomly Random - Part 4

Do you love taking pics? Of my doggo and other things I may find picture worthy.

Do you sunburn easily? More so now I think than I used to. I don’t spend a lot of time outside so when I do spend some time outdoors, like when I go to the beach, my skin is like, “whoa, what is this??”

Does mall Santa Clauses or Easter bunnies freak you out? No.

Do you prefer to call a person or wait for them to call you? I’d prefer not to talk on the phone at all.

Are you scared of crossing bridges? Yes.

Do you have a short attention...oh squirrel...span? No, not usually.

Do you hate sitting in silence but get irritated if someone talks too much? Ha, yes. Well, sometimes I don’t mind the silence. It depends.

Has anyone ever called you baby or hun? Yeah.

What's your favorite kind of chocolate? White chocolate.

Would you consider yourself clumsy? Somewhat.

Do you hate using public restrooms? Yes. I very rarely use one.

Do you like when a guy picks you up in his arms? I’ve experienced that when I had to be carried up somewhere that wasn’t wheelchair accessible and when it was done by Joseph it was kinda nice, ha.

Ever bought ice cream from an ice cream truck? Yeah, numerous times growing up.

Do you hate chihuahuas? I don’t hate them, but they’re too much for me.

Randomly Random - Part 5

Has a teacher ever made you hate your favorite subject? No.

Do you like hairless cats? I’m sorry, but they are a little shocking at first to see.

Did you ever cry at school? There were many times where I was on the verge and wanted to, but I fought them back.

Have you ever had a poem or story published? No.

If you had/have a kid would you ever let them get a tattoo? --

What's your favorite thing to have for dinner? Wingstop.

Would you ever paint your walls red? Hm. I mean, maybe. Not my bedroom, though.

Have you ever licked a pole? Ew, no.

Has your hand ever gotten slammed in a car door? Ahhhh, yes. That is excruciatingly painful.

Are you allergic to grass? Yes.

Do you love guinea pigs? Sure.

Do you prefer to write on chalkboards or white boards? White boards.

What is the worst thing you ever did that got you grounded? Lied about taking my medicine when I was like 11 and my mom found my stash that had been building for months behind my bed. Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? Sure, why not.

Randomly Random - Part 6

What would you do if your best girlfriend said she was lesbian? Wow, I would be surprised if my mom came out for sure. I mean, she’s always been with my dad and I never had any inclination that she might be into women, so yeah it would be a surprise.

Have you ever been chased by a snake? Omg, noooo. Thankfully.

Where do you wanna work? I don’t know.

Is there something you tell yourself you're going to do but never do? Yes.

Has a teacher ever called you an idiot? No, but I felt like one because of a couple shitty math professors I had at community college. They didn’t say it, but I felt like they thought it. Not just me, but most of the class.

What awards have you won? Honor Roll awards and stuff for the psych club I was in at community college.

Do you get nervous eating in front of people? Yes.

Would you consider yourself good at taking care of kids? I’m not around kids very often. I used to babysit my younger brother and a couple of my cousins when they were kids, but that’s it. I don’t have a lot of experience with working with kids.

How old would a guy have to be before you wouldn't date them? I don’t know. I’m 31 and I think I’d like to stick in the 30s. Closer to my age, preferably, but maybe up to like 35. It would depend on the situation, but that’s what I can envision as of now.

Be honest, have you ever tried weed? Yeah, several times.

Has anyone ever broken up with you with a note? No. Via Myspace message and text message, though.

Have you walked into a wall? Yes.

Do you have sensitive teeth? I do.

Do you sleep with a fan on? Yep. Even in the winter. I don’t mind if I need to bundle up if I feel too cold, I like doing so.

Randomly Random - Part 7

When you hear sirens, do you get afraid its someone you know? No.

Do you often get nosebleeds in the winter? I’ve never had one, thankfully. I would freak out.

What's a word you use to substitute for a cuss word? “Crap.” “Dang.” What was the worst thing you ever did to get detention/suspended? I never had detention or was suspended.

Have you ever suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder? It’s not something you experience like a cold or something, if you have PTSD then it’s something you have. It can be better managed for some and there are treatment options that can be helpful, but it’s more than likely something they’ll deal with all their life. It may be of varying degrees, everyone is different.

Have you tried the new crackle nail polish? No. Do you enjoy the "i love you more" argument? That’s toooo cheesy lol.

Do you like the color yellow? Yes.

Trees are awesome! Yes? Sure. They serve a pretty important purpose and they’re beautiful.

Do you suffer from nasal allergies? Oh do have relief. Yes. My eyes suffer, too.

Marrying your cousin. Yay or nay? Um, no.

Are you distracted by anything shiny at the moment? Ooo shiny!! No.

Has your parents ever called you names? No.

Have you ever seen a cat have a hairball...i have soo gross Yes. Blech.

Randomly Random - Part 8

Have you ever had a tooth pulled, i have : / Yeah, I’ve had to have a few pulled.

Do you still watch tom and jerry? : ) I haven’t in quite awhile. I saw a trailer recently for a Tom and Jerry movie that’s coming out soon, though... random.

Do you use your hairbrush as a microphone? I’ve done that before.

What's your usual morning routine? Sleeping. ha.

Do you ever get bored with something so you're unable to finish it? Sometimes. Or I’ll just stop doing it for awhile and maybe come back to it later and try again. Or I’ll just finish it anyway. It really depends on what it is.

Do you wanna redecorate your room? My room could use organization and a makeover.

Have you ever worn black to someone's house & left covered in fur? Probably.

What would i expect to find under your bed? Nothing.

If i were to walk into your room, would i be able to see the floor? Yes. I don’t have stuff all over my floor.

What is something you did when you were a kid that you still enjoy? I still like to color.

Has anyone ever said they would love you forever, was it true? Not in those words, but something like that. And no, things didn’t work out.

Do you watch America’s Got Talent? No.

Do you ever sit and look at old photo albums & recall memories? I haven’t in awhile, but yeah that is something I like to do.

Do you watch onision on YouTube, if not you should he’s hilarious. Nooo, definitely not.

Randomly Random - Part 9

Don't you just hate taking showers in the winter? It is harder for me, yes. I don’t wanna get in cause I’ll get cold beforehand and then I’ll take a hot shower, feel good, and then have to get out and feel cold again.

Do you say "epic fail" a lot? Not a lot, but that is something I say.

How personal does a question have to be so that you wont answer? I think I’m pretty open on here for the most part. Definitely more so than I am in person, that’s for sure.

Do you ever feel like sometimes you have short term memory loss? Sometimes.

What if a stranger came up to you yelled BATMAN & ran away? I’d be caught off guard and just like, “wtf...”

What's your favorite kind of pudding? I love banana cream I used to love banana pudding, but I don’t eat thick stuff like that anymore because of the thickness and texture. My eating habits have changed a ton these past few years.

Did you ever run over something with a lawn mower? I’ve never used a lawn mower.

When someone says don't look do you look? Ha, I can’t help it.

Have you ever played spin the bottle? Nope.

Did you ever have a cat that was obsessed with shoes? I’ve never had a cat.

I believe i can fly! Ever jump off things & try to fly? No, I know for certain that I can’t fly.

What was your first Halloween costume? I feel like it was a witch. Well, when I got a little older. Not sure about the very first like when I was a baby.

Ever have chicken pox? Yeah, I had it when I was 7. Not fun.

Did you eat your Wheaties this morning ? What was for breakfast? I haven’t had Wheaties since I was a kid at my grandparents house. That was my grandpa’s favorite cereal. Anyway, it’s 4:51AM so I haven’t had breakfast, but I am craving a breakfast burrito from one of my favorite places.

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the-kings-tail-fin · 6 years

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Hi! Hope you’re doing well!! Mind if I ask ya to write a short fanfic on if Jackson were to have a son or daughter and what his intentions would be? What would he like his kid to be when he’s he gets older? Does he like the idea of being a father in the first place? Thank you very much!!

Hope YOU’RE doing well, anon! :) I’ve seen various conversations around the fandom discussing what he’d be like as a father, and they’re all quite good. I’ll see what I can do :) I’m gonna skip the infant stage and go straight to him dealing with a young child. I’m assuming the child came out of a one-night stand or a broken relationship, and he just now gets custody every so often.

“I’m so excited to finally get to meet her. I love children just so, so much!”

“Don’t make a scene, Gale. I don’t wanna draw attention.”

They were waiting in the far end of a rest stop parking lot on the side of I-40, waiting for the child’s mother to show up for the switch. Things had changed a lot over the past five years, and the kid had just been the beginning of it all.

Jackson sighed. He felt responsible for his own mistakes and wanted to make up for them, but at the same time, he still held a little resentment towards his daughter’s mother. They were never together, just young and drunk and stupid. Somehow, something wonderful still came out of that.

“Here they come! Jackson, I see them!” Gale whispered excitedly.

He lifted his eyes and saw them enter the parking lot. Jackson was suddenly very antsy, at a loss for what to say. They’d been swapping custody of her for nearly three months now, why was he so nervous? Was it Gale looming over him? Normally she wasn’t there, maybe that was it. No, he knew himself better than that.

“Alright, sweetie, here you go! Have fun at daddy’s house, okay?”

The sweetness of the woman’s tone almost made him angry, but he didn’t have any valid rationale as to why. He didn’t hate her. Deep down he knew he was just jealous that Maria was more attached to her mom than she was to him.

“Bye, mama.” she said, grabbing a bag full of things and heading up the ramp to Jackson’s trailer.

“Hey there, Maria.” Jackson moved back to make room for her and closed the ramp without ever making eye contact with the car waving goodbye outside.

“Hi, Daddy.” she said with a small smile. “I made you something!”

“Oh?” he didn’t have to act surprised.

She dug around in her bag and pulled out a slightly folded piece of paper with colored scribbles all over it, and gave it to him. He awkwardly took it and looked at it. He had no idea what it was.

“Do you like it?” she asked, wiggling in anticipation.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I sure do.” he sputtered, laying it down next to him.

“It’s you!” she went on to explain. “You won five trophies in one race!”

That’s not how it works. He thought, knowing better to tell her that to her face. But now he could see it, sort of. That black blob? That was him, he was pretty sure. Those gold and silver sticks? Trophies? This picture looked like a disillusioned Picasso a la crayons.

“It’s great, kid.” he complimented her again. “You’re good at art.”

“I want to be an artist when I grow up.”

“An artist?”

“Yeah!”

He watched her take more coloring supplies out of her bag and spread them all over the floor of his trailer. Some pages already had marks on them, but she used them anyway. Humming a little tune, she went to work as Gale took them home.

Jackson watched her, but didn’t say anything for the longest time. She was content to just do her thing. He wished he could have a coherent conversation with her, but she was still just so young. He didn’t know how to reach children.

She had his angular fenders and her mother’s eyes. He never would have guessed the combination would make for such a cute kid. She was going to be a heartbreaker one day, he could see it. Even now, he felt protective of her.

“Uh, why - why do you want to be an artist?” he asked hesitantly.

“’Cause it’s fun!” she exclaimed without ever looking up. “I can draw all day long.”

What did he expect? A thesis on how she thought her art could contribute to the world? He took a deep breath and searched for something else to say.

“So, uh, what do you want to do this week?”

“I dunno.” she shrugged, applying a heavy coat of yellow to the upper left corner of a sheet of paper.

“We can do something. Together. Whatever you want.” he felt himself getting desperate. She trusted and tolerated him, sure, but did she really want to be around him? In his mind, the jury was still out on that.

“I’ll think about it.”

Jackson sat quietly for the rest of the short trip home, watching her color away abstractedly. Defeated. By a five year old. Come on, Storm. You can do better. Can’t you?

“We’re home!” Gale said cheerily through the comm as she parked the trailer outside his house.

Maria hurriedly shoved all her things back into her carry bag and turned to face the ramp. As it lowered, she grew ever more excited at the sight of the mansion. It was like going on vacation every time she got to come visit.

“I’m gonna run to the store and get a couple things for dinner, okay? Is there anything you want?” Gale was unhitched and around to the back of the trailer before Maria had even got off the ramp.

“No, thanks.” she answered politely, gazing up at the big, excited black semi.

“You sure?” Jackson asked. “You can have whatever you want.”

“It’s okay, dad. Let’s go inside!” she made a beeline for the door, leaving Jackson momentarily alone with Gale.

“I don’t know about ‘whatever she wants’. Maybe, like, one or two things.” Gale said absentmindedly.

“You don’t have to go to the store for me, Gale. I’ll manage alright. I have the tastebuds of a little kid anyway. She’ll find something she likes.” Jackson’s voice fell a little. Gale could tell he wasn’t excited.

“Hmm.” she observed him for a moment. “Alright. But I’ll be back in the morning! I’m not passing up my chance to play with her.”

Jackson nodded, but said nothing. His daughter was already waiting at the door, staring at him expectantly.

“One more thing, Jackson.” Gale added as she turned to leave. “Don’t try too hard, okay?”

She left before he had a chance to ask her what that meant. He sighed and went to open his front door.

Maria rushed inside and immediately started giggling, driving around in circles, simply enjoying the open foyer. The back side of his house was nothing but windows that overlooked the desert city at the bottom of the mountain. It made the whole place seem so much bigger and freeing, like the whole world was theirs.

He smiled as he watched her drive over and gaze out the window.

“You like the view?”

“Mm-hm. I’m on top of the world!” she exclaimed, pressing her front bumper against the glass.

He chuckled and took a moment to enjoy it with her. He didn’t ever spend much time up here, but it was times like these that made him wish he could.

“Let’s go put your stuff up, and have some fun, alright?” he said, taking her bag from her and leading her to her room.

He’d paid an outrageous amount for a Californian designer to come in and put her room together. This little girl had it all - a canopy bed fit for royalty, a full sized playhouse, custom furniture, toys - you name it, he’d gotten it for her.

“I feel like a princess.” she giggled, remembering how much she loved it all.

“You should. You’re my princess.” he gave her a little tap on the side, sending her into another fit of laughter.

After she’d calmed down from the excitement of reuniting with the house, Jackson took her back into the living room and turned on some music for background noise, purely out of habit.

“What do you want to do now?” he asked her, looking around. Usually this was where he’d play video games until the wee hours of the morning. She probably wasn’t into that at all. What else did he have to offer?

She thought about it and looked around, but couldn’t help but focus on the beat coming through the surround sound. There weren’t any words to the song, just bass drops and exciting riffs. She started to wiggle to the beat.

“Dance party!” she exclaimed, spinning around and jumping up and down to the rhythm of the song. “Come on, dad!”

“Uh.” he was not expecting that.

She eagerly looked at him with wide eyes and an ever bigger grin. He glanced around. He didn’t dance for anyone but himself. Never in public, he always reminded himself.

But this wasn’t in public. It was just him and her, and she had apparently inherited his taste in music and impulse to move with it.

“You wanna learn how to dance? Alright, then.”

He turned the music up a little louder and started showing off. She absolutely loved it, screaming and laughing every time he pulled off a complicated move. She’d try to mimic him and completely butcher the movement, but he’d applaud her anyway. The next hour was just her jumping around and him learning to enjoy himself again. It was freeing for the both of them.

She decided when the dance party was over. She was winded and exhausted, but happy. Jackson turned the music back down and took her into the kitchen for a drink, feeling like he’d just been through a workout.

“That was so fun!” she said, taking a large sip of her drink.

“Yeah, it was!” he agreed. “You’re good. Really good.”

“Maybe one day I’ll be good as you!”

Those words shot straight to the center of his soul. They probably shouldn’t have, they were probably meaningless, but they told him that she did look up to him in some regard, even something as insignificant as dancing. It was a step in the right direction for him, and all he’d had to do was not overthink what he was doing. Maybe this was what Gale was getting at…

“Can we watch a movie?” she asked.

“Okay, which one?”

“Be right back!”

She zipped off towards her room while Jackson situated a bunch of pillows in front of his wall-sized television screen. He flipped it on and navigated to the right input while he waited. She came back holding a DVD case.

“This is one of my favorites.” she said, giving it to him.

“Finding Nemo, eh?” he’d heard of it, but never seen it himself.

He didn’t have anything against family movies, but historically speaking he did have trouble staying awake during them. He’d try his hardest this time.

As the movie started, Maria snuggled up right next to him, intent on the screen in front of her. Jackson situated a few more pillows around them so it was like they were in a big pillow nest. Perfect and cozy and very sleepover-esque. Little girls liked that, right?

What the actual - Two minutes into the movie. Practically a mass murder scene. This is a family movie? What? Jackson was hooked, hesitant if this was actually fit for kids, but hooked. He’d be staying awake for this. It said it was rated G, right?

It got better, more innocent, anyway. Jackson found the movie’s sense of humor surprisingly not an annoyance. Maria’s giggles were a form of entertainment all of their own, and he spent as much time paying attention to her as he did the film. Her presence relaxed him, and for once in his life he felt not in a hurry to do anything but enjoy the moment.

The sun had set by the time the movie was over. Jackson found himself dealing with a strange new emotion. For the first time he actually felt like a father, like a responsible father. Was he getting old? Soft? He wasn’t sure. Maybe Disney had just pulled some sort of magic spell on him where he’d identified with a character too much.

Maria yawned and stretched as Jackson took the DVD out of the player and placed it back in the case. She took it from him and tried to blink the sleepiness away.

“Time for bed?” he asked quietly.

She nodded and yawned again. He accompanied her to her room and watched as she put her things away and crawled up into the bed. He tucked her in, making sure she had everything she needed.

“Daddy, can I ask you a question?” she asked, eyes half closed.

“Of course. You can ask me anything.”

“If I got kidnapped or went missing, you’d come look for me, right? Like Marlin did?”

He was wholly unprepared for an inquiry of this magnitude. His voice caught in his throat before he ever opened his mouth. He reached out and stroked her side in a calming manner.

“Of course I would.” it sounded like a pubescent boy speaking instead of a grown man. “Across the oceans and everything.”

“Okay. I love you, daddy.”

“Love you, too, baby girl.”

He rushed out the door, feeling the waterworks forming in his eyes. He paced the distance from the front door to the kitchen and back many times, trying to keep from breaking down. Thinking on a whim that maybe fresh air would help, he went outside and out of habit approached his trailer.

The ramp was still down as he’d been too distracted to close it earlier. He went to go push the button, but froze as he saw a piece of paper still resting on the floor. He entered to look at the drawing she’d given him earlier. It was so clear now what she wanted to show him.

He picked it and pinned it to the wall where he could always see it. If this was how she saw him, then he had to make her proud.

Five trophies in one race? Alright. Let’s see what we can do.

#jackson storm #gale beaufort

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