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withahappyrefrain · 3 months

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Ruin the Friendship- Bob Floyd

Warnings: Best friends to lovers trope, it’s so obvious they love each other they’re stupid, language, filth, some angst (why not?), unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), Bob being pussy drunk.

Summary: The night before Bob leaves for Boot Camp, he's learned no one has gone down on his best friend. He's determined to fix that.

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This is for @attapullman's Bob Fucks celebration!

When you've been friends with someone since preschool, you get to know them like the back of your hand. Certain quirks and sayings that no longer surprise you.

“God, I wish that were me.”

It wasn't the first time Bob heard you say that. Usually there was a cute dog around, or a sushi boat being delivered at a restaurant when you said it.

But saying it during an oral sex scene in a movie was new.

It also brought up many questions.

Questions Bob shouldn't ask, considering he's known you since preschool. Questions Bob couldn't ask right now, because he was too preoccupied looking at you.

Your eyes were fixated on the screen, focused on the actress withering. Occasionally, they would dart to the other actor who was between the actress’ thighs. Bob noticed the increased rise and fall of your chest, how your front teeth dug into your bottom lip, how when you lean forward, the v-line cut of your shirt showed off the tops of your breasts. The soft glow of the lamps highlighted the beautiful features on your face.

All things he shouldn’t be noticing about his best friend. But then again, best friends shouldn’t be watching a French film together whose plot line focused on sexual liberation before he went off to Navy boot camp.

Granted, you and Bob haven’t had a conventional best friend relationship in a while, if at all, considering both sets of parents claimed you two promised to marry each other at the age of four.

Promises or not, best friends shouldn’t be one another’s first kiss. Or make out practice partners. Or each other’s New Year's kiss when y'all were single. Or spend Valentine's Day together at the local dinner.

The line between friends and something more was blurry, saved by a comment that ensured the other to think that the feelings that had been brewing weren't reciprocated.

“You’re a good kisser. Kelsey McCoy is going to think so too.”

“If Tommy Delaine doesn't like you, he's a dumbass.”

“I’m sure next year you’ll have someone.”

“If I had to spend it with anyone, I want it to be with my best friend.”

“You’re an amazing friend, you know that?”

Why say that if you harbor romantic feelings? Surely, all those kisses and talk of marriage meant nothing to them.

At least that's what the other thought.

It's because of this blurry line that Bob doesn't bite his tongue, doesn't throw away the comment to be forgotten. Instead, he speaks up.

“Been awhile?”

And because it's Bob, the guy you've known your whole life, the guy you tell everything to, your response rolls off your tongue without a second thought.

“Try never.”

It takes Bob a moment to process your words as the way your lips wrap around the beer bottle is far too distracting. But just like processing a car accident, once it registers, your words bring his brain to a screeching halt.

“Wait, never?” The shrug you give isn’t satisfactory. He grabs the remote to pause the movie, ignoring your cries of protest.

“Real talk; are you saying that no one has ever gone down on you?”

You sigh, regretting saying anything in the first place. One would think that after years of friendship, you’d know well enough that once Bob set his mind to something, he wouldn't relent until satisfied.

You down the remnants of your beer, mentally preparing for this conversation.

“No Robby. I've never had someone eat me out. Happy now?” Reaching for the remote was all in vain, as he just held it further away from you.

Darn those long limbs.

“But you've been with people…..so what did they do?” When you looked at him, there was no malice, just Bob looking genuinely baffled. His gentle blue eyes put you at ease, giving you the comfort to explain.

“They would touch me,” you motioned to the lower half of your body, “And like finger me. Enough to get me ready, I guess.”

Bob raised an eyebrow, “You guess?”

College was supposed to be a time for you to explore, to figure yourself out, to interact with new people.

And yet, when it came to the relationship aspect, everything had fizzled. You were now going into your junior year having yet to experience a meaningful romantic relationship.

Did you just have shit luck? Or was it because your mind would wander back to a bespectacled best friend when you were in bed with someone else?

“So instead of eating you out, which would actually be enjoyable on your end, you're telling me they just stuck their hand down there and hoped they were rubbing your clit? You didn't ever ask them to do something else?”

Bob didn't have the pristine mouth that parents thought he possessed. You knew, and had known for a while. And yet, hearing him say the phrase your clit in his deep, slightly twangy voice felt different.

You rubbed your thighs together.

“Are you shaming the people I've been with or me?”

Bob closed the difference between you and him on the couch, placing a hand on your bare knee.

Have his hands always been so big and veiny?

Fuck, did you have a thing for hands?

“I'm not shaming you. I’m shaming the people you've been with because well,” he ran a hand up and down the back of his neck, “Well, I enjoy giving….I like doing it. So I guess I'm surprised other people don't?”

His statement was shocking because everyone else you had been with viewed it as a chore, as something to use every excuse in the book to avoid doing.

Too tired. Takes too long. Wet enough so what's the point?

“You…like doing it?”

The tops of his cheeks reddened, despite a smirk beginning to form, “Yeah. I like giving and I like making them feel good. It's also a confidence booster, being able to make someone fall apart with your mouth.”

It shouldn't come as a surprise, it was Bob after all. The same Bob who always brought an extra pencil with him to algebra, in case you forgot yours. The same Bob who shared his Dunkaroos because your mom refused to buy them. The same Bob who made his dream of serving his country finally come true after years of hard work.

He was selfless. But this didn't feel like selflessness. Hearing him talk about giving pleasure, making someone fall apart with his mouth, was different. Even his voice when he said it was different, raspier than usual.

“Well,” you scooted closer to the edge of the couch, trying to widen the gap so he couldn't feel how hot your body was, “I can't wait ‘til I meet someone who feels the same way.”

“You don't have to wait.”

The grip on your beer bottle tightened, the alcohol getting caught in your throat. There's no way he could have just said that, no way he could be implying what you're thinking.

But when you look at Bob, he was staring back with raised eyebrows and thin lips curled into a little smirk. The same look he’s given you countless times before when he mumbles a smartass comment only your ears were privy to hear.

You heard me.

“What-are you…” You stared at him, mouth agape. Bob appeared unphase by it, like he had just offered something totally normal and rational.

Perhaps it was the three beers he had downed. Perhaps it was the rush of adrenaline kicking in after realizing this was his last chance at making a move before he left.

“Wouldn't that be like crossing a line?” Your head was racing, alternating between flashbacks of when you kissed Bob and imagining what it would be like to have his mouth on your body.

“Wouldn't be much different from what we’ve already done.”

All the air was sucked out of the room by his comment. Because of course he wasn't doing this because he wanted to, because he wanted you. This would be meaningless, just like everything else. If you went through with this, you’d wake up the next day to Bob leaving with nothing changed, still in this seemingly endless limbo.

Long, nimble fingers hooked themselves under your chin, gently forcing you to look up.

The look he gave you was unfamiliar. His eyes remained focused on your face, though it seemed like they were searching.

For what, you couldn't tell.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you want it to be different?”

What good was telling him if he didn’t feel the same way, thus ruining a great friendship?

“Do you want it to be different Robby?” You countered back.

He leaned in, his breath hot on your face, “I asked you first.”

He thought he had the upper hand. But you were like a lightning bug, faster.

“I asked you second, Robby.”

Like a rubber band, the tension snapped as Bob was unable to hold back a snort of laughter. The tension left your shoulders, the sight of him laughing familiar and safe.

“I’m going to really miss your resounding maturity,” Bob deadpanned after gaining the ability to compose himself, though a sweet crooked smile remained.

It was now your turn to roll your eyes, though it didn’t stop the smile currently forming on your face. Seeing this side of Bob was always fun; most folks thought he was quiet and meek. The truth was that he liked to observe and didn’t find value in speaking when it wasn’t necessary. He didn’t hold back with you, didn’t feel the need to sit and observe. He truly conversed with you and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel special.

He was never that way with the other girls he dated.

“You love me,” you teased back. It was a comment you've said countless times, always with that sweet, albeit mischievous smile that made Bob's heart flutter.

But this time instead of shaking his head or rolling his eyes, he leaned forward until your foreheads were touching.

Seeing him up close took your breath away. You could see how his roots were beginning to darken, the blonde fading as he got older. The little scar on his chin from a BB Gun incident when he was ten. Eyes bluer than the ocean. The ends of his hair were beginning to curl, something you'd greatly miss when he'd get the military mandated buzz cut.

“Yeah, I do.” There was no teasing in his voice. No mischief in his eyes. Instead of playfully shaking your shoulder, his hand found its way to the back of your neck, fingers cupping your warm skin. He was moving quickly, making you unable to truly process what he had just said.

Despite it being new territory, he was handling it beautifully. You, on the other hand, were torn between wondering if your increased heart beat was medically concerning and how large Bob’s hands were.

“You gotta….if you want to stop, tell me,” His breathing had increased, like it did when he had finished his part in the marching band. But this wasn’t marching band practice and y’all weren’t on the high school field. You were in your parents’ basement, with Bob’s lips quickly closing the gap between yours and his.

It wasn’t your first time kissing Bob, but it might as well have been. Years of experience had given him more confidence. He knew where to put his hands now, one still on your neck to guide you, the other gripping the soft flesh of your hip. He didn’t hesitate to slide his tongue across your bottom lip, successfully driving you wild.

When the rounded tip of his nose brushed against yours, a soft laugh escaped your lips. Bob didn’t mind, using the chance to let his tongue explore your mouth. Your body leaned towards him, hands gripping the soft fabric of his old Warped Tour T-shirt.

“I thought you,” your words were slurred, a weak moan interrupting your speech due to his lips moving down to your neck, “Thought you were gonna eat me out.”

Bob’s moan vibrated against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His hands traveled to your breasts, gripping them through your T-shirt. It wasn't a hard squeeze, which is what you were used to.

It was pleasurable. Bob was pleasurable.

“Did none of the guys you were with do foreplay?” He asked, his hands continuing their ministrations.

“I-fuck- yes they did, it just never took this long,” you grunted against his lips.

“God, you have terrible taste in men.”

You wanted to let Bob know that he was now included in that group. But then his fingers hooked themselves around the band of your shorts, pulling them down. Had you known what tonight would entail, you would have opted for underwear that wasn't so worn. The long hairs on his arms tickled your sensitive skin as he moved to kneel on the floor, the cool basement air making you realize just how wet you were.

How could he do that so quickly?

He pinned your hips against the soft couch cushions. With anyone else, you would complain with how hard he was gripping your soft skin. But with Bob, you’d love it. It meant hand-shaped bruises that would stay after he left, reminding you of tonight.

When his sharp nose nudged your clothed slit, a loud gasp erupted from your mouth.

Thank god your parents were on vacation.

His tongue was so wide as it stroked the quickly dampening fabric. How was he able to find your clit so quickly? Most struggled to find it even after your panties had been taken off.

Bob couldn’t help but chuckle upon hearing your strained whimpers. You were practically squirming, hips erratically jerking with every touch.

“Wha-why did you stop?” You whined, looking down to find him staring up to you.

“Are you-I just need to know, do you still want this?” God, he was so fucking considerate. In any other moment, you’d find it endearingly sweet.

But if his tongue felt that good against your covered cunt, you were dying to feel it without the barrier.

“Robby, I swear to god, if you don’t eat me out, I’m going upstairs and using my vibrator,” Your voice was strained, your knuckles turning white from gripping the couch cushions.

He laughed. Bob knew you were bluffing. He had just gotten started and you were already so wet.

Slowly, he took his glasses off, placing them on the coffee table behind him, making a show of it.

“Won’t need those. I’m nearsighted after all.”

“You little-” The insult remained unsaid, as Bob pushed your underwear to the side, his mouth instantly latching onto your swollen clit.

His mouth was warm. The pressure wasn’t too much, just enough to make you wither in pleasure. It felt so good, so fucking good. When Bob looked up, he found your mouth open, despite no sounds coming out.

Good.

You deserved to know what it was like, to have someone care about your pleasure, to focus solely on making you feel incredible.

God, he could feel his cock throbbed. You looked so pretty with your eyes glazed over, mouth agape as you watched him, completely enthralled.

And he had just gotten started.

He wanted to do more than make you come, he wanted to blow your mind. Call it selfish, but Bob wanted to ruin you for anyone else. He had always held back his tongue when it came to the people you dated, knowing sooner or later you'd realized they weren't worth your time.

But now he had his chance and Bob sure as hell wasn't going to let it slip away.

The loud sound of fabric ripping broke you out of the pleasure filled haze you were in. Before you could make a sound about your now ripped underwear, your knees were pinned to your chest, giving Bob complete access to your soaked core.

“So fucking sweet,” He groaned against your cunt, sending vibrations all through your body, “Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Robby.”

To say Bob dreamed of hearing you moan his name would be the understatement of the fucking century.

Your whole body was on fire, unable to do anything else but take everything Bob was giving.

A resounding moan fell from your lips as Bob thrusted two fingers inside you, your walls struggling to accommodate the unexpected stretch.

Was he this thick elsewhere?

You wanted to find out. Wanted to feel it inside you, in your mouth. You shamelessly wanted it all. But you couldn’t even voice that because Bob was tracing figure eights on your clit, his fingers brushing against a spot you thought Cosmo had made up.

Fuck, he was doing a number on you. His soft hair threaded through your fingers as you gripped the strands. Your hips involuntarily jerked upwards, desperate to get as much of Bob as possible.

You kept expecting him to stop, considering you were wet enough for him to fuck you. That's what everyone else did.

But Bob Floyd wasn't like everyone else. Far from it.

He was fucking delighted to hear all the cute, strained noises coming from you as he continued. Each time you tugged on his hair, a groan would fall from his lips. It was the prettiest sound you had ever heard.

Why did either of you wait this long?

You tried to communicate, to let him know you were close, tugging on his hair, trying to move away from his mouth.

But Bob was deceivingly strong, using his free hand to pin your hip back to the couch, his mouth firmly on your pussy.

When you looked down, you were in awe of how blissed Bob looked. His eyes were closed as his mouth remained latched to your clit. The sounds of your own wetness were obscene, but barely audible over the moans Bob was letting out.

He really did enjoy it.

“Come. Wanna taste ya,” His voice was muffled as he added a third finger inside you.

Worried thoughts of coming on his face left your brain as pleasure coursed through your veins. Without any warning, the band that had been tightening came undone.

Bob used both hands to hold your hips firmly in place, his tongue lapping up your release.

You don't recall coming this hard or this long before. It wasn't a small wave, it felt like the whole damn ocean was taking you under.

His fingers continued to stretch you open, prolonging your high. The Navy was the perfect fit for him, considering he could apparently hold his breath for an impressive amount of time.

The soft fabric of the couch cushions brushed as the back of your head, your eyes half closed. You couldn't even voice an acknowledge when Bob’s mouth and fingers withdrew from your abused cunt.

“You're so pretty when you come,” Bob murmured, his lips brushing against yours.

Your hands tugged on the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.

“M-my turn,” you whined, hips jerking up towards his.

Bob shook his head, “Wanna be inside ya.”

How was this the same guy who feared clowns as a kid?

Before you could even question it, Bob had sat down on the couch, gripping your hips to help you straddle his lap. When had he taken off his jeans? How was he so quick-

Jesus Christ, he was huge.

“Fuck, she was right.”

Bob looked up from where you two were about to connect, a very confused look on his face, “Excuse me?”

“Betsey Thomas said you had a huge dick,” you confessed, wishing that you'd think before speaking for once.

Bob’s brows knitted together in confusion, “Betsey Thomas has never seen my dick, the fuck are you talking about?”

“Said she could tell you were packing because of the gym shorts you'd wear for PE class.” Bob signed, shaking his head as he muttered something about the required uniform.

“I….we can unpack this later-”

You snorted, “Why? Too busy packing here?”

Your laughter was cut short by Bob rubbing his cock against your soaked cunt. Memories of high school escaped your brain, the only thing you could focus on now was Bob and his huge dick.

Curious wasn't accurate. Frankly, you were desperate for him. Had been since middle school, if you were being truthful.

“Woah, hey. Easy baby, easy,” his voice made your thighs clench, made you whine into his shoulder as you tried to line your aching hole with his cock.

Finally, you felt him at your entrance. Slowly, he filled you up inch by inch. Every time you tried to urge him to go faster, Bob would simply shake his head before pressing a kiss against your cheek.

“Don't want to hurt ya darlin’.”

Darlin. You were his darlin.

He made you feel so full, and you didn't even have it all inside of you yet. All you could do was cling to him as he whispered praises in your ears.

Once you reached the base, it felt like you and Bob were the only ones in the world. At least, that’s what you pretended. It was better than thinking about how he would be gone for who knows how long after tonight. After boot camp was done, he would be off to train for the Navy.

Even he didn't know when he would return home.

It wasn't fair, finally expressing your feelings for one another just to be separated immediately after. You wanted him to stay, to go on dates with him, to visit him on the weekends when school started, just like everyone else in a long distance relationship.

“Hey, what's wrong? Do you- we can stop if you want, it's okay.” Bob’s voice was soft, full of concern.

His hand lifted your chin up from his shoulder, revealing your watery eyes.

“I don't want you to go.”

“I know,” his voice was barely a whisper, matching your volume. Long fingers gently traced over your face, as if he was trying to memorize them.

“I know it's horrible timing, but we'll figure it out, okay? I want to figure it out with you, I promise,” He peppered your face with soft kisses, earning a small smile out of you.

“But for now, can I make ya feel good? Because I'm willing to bet no guy has made you come while fucking ya.”

Unlike in the past, where Bob’s smartass comments earned him a shove, you pressed your lips against his.

“I'm gonna start moving now, okay?” Even though he warned you, nothing could have prepared you for how full Bob made you when his hips thrusted upwards.

“You're-fuck- you feel so good, oh my God.”

Your fingers tangled into Bob’s hair, trying to commit the feeling to memory.

Bob was trying to do the same, his hands roaming over your body as he took in your scent. Maybe if he asked nicely, you'd let him take a bottle of your perfume with him.

He was going to need it for the next few months.

Your mouth clashed against his, tongue desperate to taste him. Wandering hands desperate to feel everything everywhere.

“When-fuck- when I come back, wanna take you out. W-we can go to that Italian place by your school. The one where you have to wear a tie.” How Bob was able to talk coherently while fucking you was beyond comprehension.

The Navy will be lucky to have his great ability to multitask.

“Gonna bring ya flowers too. Sunflowers ‘cause they're-oh my god- you're favorite.” You didn't think you could recall your full name with the way Bob is thrusting into you, much less favorite things.

Your walls clench around Bob’s thick cock, eliciting a desperate groan from him, rather than the instant ejaculation you were used to.

“If you keep doing that, I'm gonna come,” Bob whined into the crook of your neck.

“That’s-shit- the point,” you grunted, your hips picking up speed.

Bob shook his head, “Need you to come first.”

Confusion caused you to still your hips, “Bob, I already-”

“Don't finish that sentence, don't you dare,” Bob ended his command with a strong thrust that made you feel as if he was splitting you open on his cock.

Your head dropped down to the crook of his neck. His skin was so warm and the smell of sage was nearly overwhelming. You knew exactly what body wash he had used, as it was the same one he wore ever since junior year, when you commented on how nice it was.

In hindsight, it was painfully obvious.

His lips found yours, capturing them in a desperate kiss. When you felt his fingers draw circles on your clit, you saw stars.

You didn't know it could feel this good with someone. This was more than a quick fuck, as you actually felt cared for. It was intense, the sensitivity of your first orgasm still echoing every time the thick head of his cock brushed against your walls.

It's audible how wet you are for Bob. He can feel it at the base of his cock, which makes him wonder what it would be like to have you on your knees, or better, your back, all spread out for him.

“C’mon sweet girl,” he’s panting, voice desperate and raspy, “Wanna-fuck! Wanna feel you come s’bad, please, please baby.”

Each circle drawn on your clit causes the band in your stomach to tighten. Combined with Bob’s words, you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

“You're incredible, shit, I-fuck. All yours. Wanna be all yours. Fuck fuck fuck, clenching me so hard, fuck, don't stop.” Obscene was not a word many, if any, would use to describe Bob Floyd.

Up until thirty minutes ago, you would have considered yourself part of that group.

But now? Now you were falling apart on his cock. The rush of pleasure had hit like a brick, coursing through your veins. It hit harder than anything else, harder than the now banned alcohol caffeine combo drink, or any controlled substance doctors had prescribed to help you focus.

His finger-fuck, usually you had to use two of your own- didn’t stop rubbing your clit, nor does he stop thrusting in and out of your pulsing cunt. It's almost as if-no, you know Bob’s enjoying making you feel euphoria.

That's what blows your mind. His laser focus on your pleasure, rather than his own. Truthfully, he could have come already and you wouldn't have thought twice about it.

But now it was all you could think about. How much he cared, how good he felt. How incredible it was for him to pull your hips flushed against his, filling you to the brim with his cock.

“Holy shit you're so tight-I, sh-should I pull out?”

Instead of answering, you used all your strength to rock your hips against him. Considering he made you come twice, the least you could do was help him find his release.

Your fingers gripped his hair, tugging on the strands as your mouth clashed against his.

The downright guttural groan he releases against your mouth has you clamping down on his cock. The motion finally leads to Bob’s undoing, causing him to come deep inside you, warmth flooding your body.

His arms are wrapped around your body, clinging onto you as if he thinks you'll disappear if he lets go.

You’d be a damn fool to.

The basement is now quiet, apart from the heavy breathing coming from both you and Bob.

After several minutes pass by, you gather the courage to break the silence, “Did you mean all that? Taking me out on a date and being mine?”

Bob’s cheek burned a bright red as he timidly nodded his head, “I….yeah. I didn't mean to say it when we were, you know. I'm sorry.”

You pressed a reassuring kiss to his warm cheek, “Robby, what do you feel the need to apologize for?”

He looked up to you, those earnest blue eyes sparkling, “Shit timing?”

“You're not wrong about that, but like you said earlier, I want to work it out with you.” Your words brought comfort, giving Bob the confidence to place a sweet kiss right on your lips. His smile was burning into yours, causing your stomach to flutter.

“I know it's not that Italian restaurant, but can I take you out to breakfast tomorrow?”

The local diner had been a go-to since y'all were thirteen. But this time would be different. This time you wouldn't feel the urge to look away when he caught you staring. This time neither one would correct the waitress when she'd make a comment about y'all being a cute couple.

The soft call of your name pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Uh can I….eat you out again? Tomorrow obviously! Like before we go to the diner?”

Good Lord this man was going to be the death of you.

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footygirl114 · 10 months

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Cervecería (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Hi friends, this is a bit late (but better late than never?) The one I was inspired to write post that champions league win with Alexia beelining it to someone in the crowd. It’s definitely not the best thing I have written but I know if i keep editing it I’ll scrap it so this is as good as it’ll get

The need to not live through another Canadian winter was the biggest draw that made you start a second business in Spain. Having started a successful craft brewery in Toronto, you knew exactly what you needed to do, when you brought the craft beer craze to Barcelona.

You had been in the city for 7 months, your restaurant had only opened a month ago but you were happy with how it was going. It was a process to get it open, but once you realised you needed to find someone who spoke both Spanish and Catalan and was familiar with the restaurant business it became a lot smoother.

You had found a spot near to the downtown without being ridiculously priced, you wanted to draw tourists but you also didn’t want to scare away any locals. The starting days were slow but as more advertising and more interest in different craft beers gre you started to get busier. Fridays and Saturdays were busy enough you had to hire extra staff, but during the week you liked to be the one behind the bar.

The whole reason you got into the brewery business in the first place, was because you loved to connect with people and share your love of beer with them. The best way you were able to do that was to be the one serving it, plus it was helping with learning Spanish.

You also drew in a unique crowd on game days, you had all the subscriptions from back home which meant you were able to play many American sports. You also always had at least one TV dedicated to women games.

About 6 weeks after you opened you were tending the bar on a slow Wednesday night, the crowd had died off after the Barca Femini game was completed, but you still had a few stragglers around. Movement caught your eye where you cleaning tables and you watched a slim female with her hair pulled in a pony tail, black hat and hoodie on walk in and settle at the end of the bar.

Moving back behind the bar she looked up and met your eyes and immediately you were drawn in to her expressive eyes. You moved toward her and said “Hola, can I get you anything?”

She smiled at you and said “Agua?”

You raise an eyebrow at her and ask “You come into a brewery sit at the bar and order water?”

She chuckles and shrugs and asks “should I sit somewhere else then?”

“no no no but let me make you a deal” you smile wanting to hear her laugh again.

She raises an eye brow as she asks “What’s the deal?”

You smirk and step back moving to pour her a glass of water, and a small taster pint of your favourite beer. You place both glasses in front of her as you tell her “I will keep pouring you the finest water all night, IF you try this small glass of my favourite beer”

She chuckles shaking her head and smiles at you as she holds out her hand and says “deal.”

You laugh and place your hand in hers, immediately feeling a tingling run up your arm, you tell her “I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Alexia” she says and releases your hand and grabs the beer glass. She slowly raises it to her lips meeting your eyes over the glass. She holds your gaze as she takes a sip.

You keep your eyes on her as she places it down and you ask “well?”

“I can see why its your favourite” she says with a smile.

Before you can say anything else another customer draws your attention away. You have to deal with an issue in the kitchen and one with the supply closets. Its almost half an hour later when you make it back behind the bar. When you get back she is standing up looking around for you.

Smiling you walk up asking her “leaving so soon?”

She chuckles and says “si, just needed some fresh air. I can grab my bill though”

You shake your head and say “it’s on the house”

“Won’t your boss be upset” she asks with a smile.

You chuckle and say “I think they’ll be okay.”

“well thank you” she says with another smile. Your name is called by another server and you turn toward them as she says “I’ll get out of your hair Y/N”

You chuckle out a bye before turning and tending to your team.The rest of the night is spent thinking about the Beautiful girl who sat at your bar. You have a feeling you recognise her but are unsure how you would. Until you are closing up and you see her face on the TV, chuckling you can’t help but think how you just embarrassed yourself in front of the queen of football.

You spend the next week elbow deep in testing a new batch of beer. It consumes you when you have an idea and you cannot put it into the taste correctly. Working late one night the bar is pretty quiet apart from a few regulars, you have taken over a table near the far side of the bar which is slightly hidden. Your notes are spread out all over the table and you are completely consumed in them until you hear your name at the bar.

You had told your staff to act like you are not here, but when you recognise the voice ask for a water you smile to your self and look up and see Alexia sitting at your bar. As you get up to walk towards her you recall that you had seen the Barca team had played earlier in the evening away.

“looking for me” you ask her as you step beside her at the bar.

Alexia and your bartender, Sam, turns towards you with their own expressions. Alexia looks happy to see you, and you bartender is giving you the raised eyebrow as she thought you didn’t want to be disturbed.

“I thought you weren’t here tonight boss” your bartender asks.

“boss?” Alexia echos.

You chuckle at them both and you say “I’m not here tonight Sam” to your bartender who gets the hint with a chuckle turning away.

“Boss?” Alexia asks you again.

Chuckling you move behind the bar and grab a small pint glasses as you tell her “I own the place.”

She looks at you and with a low whistle she says “Impressive”

“thank you” you say as you move and pour a glass of another one of your beers. You place it in front of her and say “If our deal still stands this is another one of my favourite beers”

She grabs it and asks “if you brew them all do you have a least favourite?”

You chuckle and say “not really, well just the one I cant figure out right now”

“Can I help?” she asks and takes a sip of the beer with a low moan. “sorry that one is really good” she says with a blush.

You chuckle and say “its cute” and then immediately blush and say “I just cant get what is in my head to translate into the beer. I have this taste I can imagine but I cannot find the right combination of hops and flavours to get it right” you ramble on.

“What’s the flavour?” she asks with a smile.

You blush almost forgetting she was there during your ramble and say “I am sorry you don’t want to hear me nerd out about beer”

She shakes her head and reaches across to grab your hand as she says “I kinda want to know everything you’ll share”

Before you can respond her phone buzzes and she reaches down looking at the screen and then gets up reaching for her wallet. You place your hand on her wallet and say “This one is on the house in exchange for the ramble”

“You know I can afford to pay for my beers” she says.

Immediately you shake your head and say “I know you can La reina, but I do really hope this makes you keep coming back” finishing with a wink.

She blushes at the nickname and leans across the bar and presses a kiss to your cheek as she whispers into your ear “You will make me come back.” She then turns and walks towards the door turning at the door with a wink she disappears.

You continue staring at the door when you hear Sam walk back behind you and say “Nice work boss, I thought you’d lose her with the beer talk”

You chuckle and whip your towel at her say “get back to work.”

The following two weeks you see Alexia 3 more times at your bar, always on days the Barca team plays. You looked her up after the last time and know she’s not playing yet but is very close to being back. You both have flirted but nothing else other than the one cheek kiss has happened. You both just keeping things light and flirty. She has slowly worked her way through some of your staple beers.

When the next Barca game happens and she doesn’t show up to the bar that night you have to admit that you were very disappointed. You knew that it was all just a fantasy and flirting but it definitely hurt that she decided you weren’t worth it.

You were deep in the back room tonight still trying to perfect your beer. You kept one small cask in the back room where you used it to experiment with your brews, this time being no different. Your desk back here was covered in notes and you had a white board with formulas and flavours all over it. During the day the back part of the brewery was a hive of activity keeping up with the demand of brewing beers, but at night it was quiet which is when you loved to use the time to work on your own stuff.

Tonight was no different, you were still a bit hurt and disappointed in your self for being hurt about Alexia so thats why you were staying hidden in the back not out front tonight. The staff knew you were here and knew not to bug you when you were back here.

So when you heard the door open you didn’t even look back when you said “Sam I thought I told you not to interrupt me tonight”

You hear the steps falter and someone take a deep breath as they ask “I was just looking for a glass of Aqua”

Immediately you turn and can feel your cheeks blush as you say “Alexia, what are you doing here?”

She still doesn’t come any closer as she says “I wanted to tell you something, and then if you want me to not interrupt you I will go”

You nod at her and lean back against the desk behind you.

She slowly steps towards you and says “I know you know who I am, and you should know then that I have been injured and not playing for awhile?”

You nod and smile saying softly “I do know that”

She keeps slowly stepping closer as she continues “Well that first time I walked in here, was after one of the teams away games. I still wasn’t travelling with the team and I watched them almost lose and knew that I let them down. So I needed some air and went for a walk, I saw the sign on your bar and decided to come in and have some water and then leave.”

“But you didn’t” you tell her softly as she stops in front of you.

“No I didn’t” she says. “for the first time in a very long time I forgot who I was letting down, I was able to just be me Alexia, not me the captain who let her team down. That was because of you, something about you just drew me in and I kept coming back any time we played so I could be that person again.”

You smile softly at her and say “I am glad to help.”

“Last night was my first game back Y/N” She smiles at you.

You smile back and say “I am proud of you Ale”

She steps another step closer so she is right in front of you and grabs your hands softly as she says “The only reason I was able to be back last night and not let the team down was because I kept picturing your voice in my head talking about beer. It helped to ground me and remind me that I am Alexia as well as the captain”

You close the gap even more and move your hand to her cheek as you say “I am glad that you have that then Ale. I am honoured to be able to do that for you”

She steps closer and looks down at your lips looking back up meeting your eyes you nod slightly and lean in slowly. You feel her breathe on your lips when the door slams open again and Sam walks in as she says “Sorry boss, need to change the keg.”

Immediately Alexia has sprung back from you and you both turn slightly away from each other. “It’s okay Sam come in.”

“I should go” Alexia says “I have training early tomorrow”

“You don't have to go” you say at the same time Sam says “did I interrupt?”

“No you didn’t Sam, I was just leaving” Alexia says as she flees the back room.

“sorry boss?” Sam says with a smirk.

“Sam?”

“Yeah boss?”

“how did she get back here?” you ask her.

She shrugs and grabs the keg and says “I may have told her to come back here at her own risk”

“But you still interrupted?” you ask.

She laughs and says “honestly I forgot, and needed a keg badly. I really didn’t think you would been that position though boss”

You blush and move to help her as you say “me either”

That moment was burned in your brain, every free moment you had your brain was immediately back in the store room. You watched her sit on the bench in the following champions league game, but you at least now knew why she didn’t come in to the bar on that day. You waited the rest of the week for her to show again, she didn’t.

It was just before bar opening on the day of the second leg of the champions league. You knew that it was home game and you knew that you wouldn’t see her today. You were hoping she would show tomorrow but you can only hope.

You were sat at the bar, with your note book open and three samples of your newest beer in front of you trying to decide which one would be the closest to the taste you want. You hear the door open and turn and to greet who you would think is one of your servers since you aren’t open and instead you are shocked and say “Alexia! I didn’t expect to see you today.”

She is dressed in her pre game outfit when she walks closer to you and says “I needed to see you before I go to play today.”

You look at her with a questioning look and ask “you did?”

She stops right in front of you and says “I cant get you out of my head Y/N”

“You can’t?”

She turns you and spins you towards her on your stool. She steps right in between your legs and says “I keep thinking about kissing you Y/N, and I know I should be able to focus on football, but I just keep thinking about you”

“Thats not good than Ale, what are you going to do?” you ask with a smirk.

She smiles and says “I know what I want to do but I do not have the time for that.”

You chuckle and move your hands to her hips and you ask “want to make a deal?”

Smirking she nods and says “what’s the deal?”

“You go out and with the champions league and you can kiss me as much as you want” you say with a smirk moving your hand to her cheek.

She laughs and holds out her hand between you and asks “Only if I can take you out on a date too?”

“deal” and you put your hand in hers shaking it softly.

“I have to go” she says softly

You nod and whisper “good luck Ale” before turning and grabbing your pen and writing your number down on a piece of paper. You hand it to her with a smirk saying “I hope this will help you focus now”

She smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek saying “I have an objective now I will be fully focused on completing it.” as she backs away slowly.

You chuckle watching her and say “Good luck la reina”

The month in between the day the deal was made and the champions league final was a tense one, in the best way possible. Anytime you both texted, which was any free time between her trainings and games and your bar, the flirting was relentless. You only saw her twice in the month but she confessed to you that she couldn’t see you or else she would have to, in her words, “press you against the wall and make you see stars.”

You knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off her either but you wanted to hear her voice, which lead to phone calls every single night. No matter how late you were at the bar she would sleepy wake up just to ask you about your day.

The day of the final she called you as she was about to leave in a bit of panic. She needed to hear your voice to remind her that she is Alexia too and not just the captain. All of the media and build up of her return was getting into her head and you knew she just needed to be grounded. You happily helped and reminded her of your deal and you couldn’t wait to taste her.

The bar threw a watch party and it was packed. The mood was sombre at halftime with Barca being down 2-0. You nervously paced waiting for the second half. When it started and Alexia came on at the start of half you couldn’t help but smile.

It was like the team changed with her and when immediately it sparked the team to score 2 quick goals the bar was electric cheering. When the 85th minute rolled around you were nervous, but you knew that once you saw Alexia gather a crappy clearance from the wolfsburg back line this was it. She cut in once around a defender just above the top of the 18 where she lined up and put a screamer in the top left corner.

That was it, they held on and the bar was electric and the party lasted all night. You snuck away to speak to Alexia briefly on the phone, but she couldn’t talk as she was pulled away. You turned the excitement you had and finally got the mixture right on your beer. You immediately had given samples out to have a second opinion and it was a hit.

She inspired you just like you did to her. When the parade for the team was organised and you knew they would be coming out side your bar you kept an eye out. Once it was the time for them to come this way, you pushed your way to the front of the crowd.

When the team came around the corner you hoped that you would be able to catch her. It was like when she came around the corner she could sense you, as she immediately met your eyes and her smile lit up her whole face.

You watched as she turned and almost sprinted to you, when she reached you she had placed her hands on your hips pulling you in. You placed your hand around her neck with a smile as she says “A deal is a deal Y/N”

You nod and say “You won it all Ale, time for my end of the deal” and you lean and press your lips to hers hard. She immediately presses back and you lose yourself in her forgetting about the crowd around you. You just feel the sparks only she has been able to give you.

When the need to breathe comes to much you both pull back and you slowly hear the crowd around you again, where you pull back slightly and whisper “wow.”

She smiles and says “I gotta go finish this thing” with a jerk of her thumb over her shoulder.

Nodding you say “come by after and you can finally taste my favourite beer I just finished”

She smiles wide “you finished it?”

“I did”

“Then I cannot wait, but only if it comes with the finest aqua you have” she says with a smile and you cant help but laugh and press your lips to hers one more time.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #woso imagines #Alexia Putellas #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #espwnt x reader

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elexaria · 3 months

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pt 2 of brother’s best friend! johnny & simon bc i need to explore this concept bark bark bark

you were finally, for the most part, happy. you were on your way back home from a part-time shift at a local restaurant, taking a glance down at your phone and notice a voicemail.

its not a number you recognise, so you’re dubious when clicking the voicemail, pressing your ear up to the speakers of your phone. “hey little’un, it’s… it’s been a while, ‘ent it?” a familiar mancunian accent rasps through the phone, and though it’s deepened with age, you know exactly who’s number it is now.

your big brother, simon.

it about damn near knocks all the breath out of your lungs. you lean against a bus stop, mouth agape as you continue to listen. “figured you’d like to know i’m… y’know… still alive,” he chuckles, clearing his throat awkwardly. “soap— well, you remember johnny, right? he’s still with me, best mate a guy could ever ask for, he is..” your heart tightens at the mention of johnny, and you’re not really sure why. maybe it’s the nostalgia, the longing to return back to the days where you could all laugh together innocently.

but you can’t, because they’re miles away trying not to get blown up, and you’re studying for your masters while working as a waitress.

“anyways, i don’t really have many minutes left on this piece of shit phone on base. it’s… it’s been a really long time, and i figured— well, johnny suggested we all meet back up? not sure if you even live in mancs anymore but.. we’ll be visitin’ for a couple’a weeks next month. just.. let me know.”

“kinda was hopin’ to catch you, maybe i have the wrong number, fuck knows. erm, anyways.. yeah.. bye.”

the voicemail gets replayed a second time, then a third time. and now you’re at home, laying in bed, eyes welling up as you wearily listen to simon’s gruff voice crackle through the phone speakers. and it’s only when your phone finally dies, do you finally process the news. the realisation that.. despite your best efforts? you still have a brother, you still love him, he’s still a part of you unconditionally.

and fuck, you feel so upset and angry at him. well, it is kind of your fault as well. ghosting your entire family, cutting them off— including your big brother. fuck him, he abandoned you! just.. impulsively deciding to join the military cuz his best friend wanted to, trying to justify his selfish decision with “i can’t live ‘ere anymore, there’s nothin’ in manchester for me. when you turn 16….you’ll get it.” he said when you found his recruitment paperwork tucked under some bills in the kitchen, your heart hammering in your chest.

you stare at your phone everyday, tense and unable to settle in between breaks. a part of you wishes he had never reached out, to just let you live life without him, like you’d been doing for almost a decade now. how could he just do this? he’s… he’s so…

your breathing comes to a halt as the phone dials up, biting your lip as you wait for a voice— any voice.

“uhh, hi— is… is simon riley available? i’m his sister— oh, okay— thank you.” you mumble into the phone to the operator, hands shaking as you continue to wait. it feels like an eternity goes by, and you half contemplate hanging up until—

“ello, little’un. you alright?”

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topguncortez · 11 months

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Not a Good Experience | B.Bradshaw One-Shot

part of the Older, Wiser, More Experienced fics

synopsis: Bradley has been acting strange, and you want to get to the bottom of it.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: arguing, verbal fighting, throwing glass (not at anyone), cursing, mentions of cheating, name calling

“I was late for dinner, so what?! That doesn’t mean you can act all crazy!” Bradley yelled at you.

“I’m not acting crazy! I want to know where you were!” You yelled back.

His face beat red from yelling. The veins in his forehead were popping out and his knuckles were white from clenching his fists. This argument was unlike any other, it had lasted a lot longer than usual. You weren’t sure when your relationship with Bradley had taken such an ugly turn, but you weren’t liking it.

You had supported his career from day one sticking by his side; staying up late waiting for him to call when he was on deployment, putting your studies on hold, and waiting for him to come home. You ignored all the comments and stares at you as you stood by Bradley’s side at the Hard Deck or Naval events. It was hard being so much younger than Bradley, but you had somehow figured out a way to fit right in with the crowd. It was one of the many things Bradley had loved about you.

You also weren’t ever one to cause arguments for no reason or any reason at all. Bradley found it quite odd that you never tried to pick a fight with him about things. For being so young, you were probably the most easy-going girlfriend he had ever had.

But tonight was different. Tonight, you had reached your limit. For the past couple of months, Bradley had been brushing you off. It started with being late for dinner and not texting you he was going to be late. Then, it turned to leaving the house early in the morning and not so much as whispering goodbye or leaving you a note like he usually did. You knew that he was busier now with his new position and promotion, but you didn’t think it was at the point where he’d forget something so important as your one-year anniversary.

It wasn’t that Bradley was late to your anniversary dinner, it was that he completely didn’t show up to it. You sat at the restaurant, in that baby blue dress, he loves so much for three hours. The waitress even gave you that sad look and a bottle of wine on the house. Bradley had told you he would be pushing it to make it on time, going over flight plans with Jake. You had called Jake, in tears as you ran out of the restaurant trying to avoid the sympathy looks from strangers.

“He’s not with me,” Jake said, “He left the hangar hours ago.”

It felt like a slug to your chest as you heard Jake’s words. You tried your best to give Bradley the benefit of the doubt, and not let your mind go there. . . but you couldn’t help it. He was staying out later, coming home at odd hours, answering his phone, and walking away to a private spot in his house. And you swore that he came home smelling of another woman’s perfume a couple of nights ago.

Bradley had rushed home the second he checked his watch and realized how late he was. He stopped by the local flower shop and begged them to unlock the door so he could buy you a bouquet of purple roses. He had practiced a speech in his head of what he was going to say to you, but when he walked through the door and found you sitting on the couch, still in your dress and a glass of red wine in your hand, he knew that he wasn’t getting out of this easy.

He didn’t, however, expect you to yell at him. He had never, ever, seen you like this.

“You have been lying to me for weeks!” You yelled at him, “And how dare you stand there and belittle me!”

“Well! What do you expect me to do?! And what the hell were you doing on base at night? You know you can’t be there!” Bradley said.

“Because I wanted the fucking truth, Bradley. And I got it. Tell me where you were!? You told me, Bradley, you promised me that you wouldn’t do this to me! That you were better than all the rest and I believe you, so just tell-”

“Oh my god!” Bradley groaned, running a head down his face, “You’re acting like a child!”

You froze as you stared at him, his brown eyes filling with regret the second the words slipped his mouth.

“I-”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stared at him. You weren’t even thinking when you picked up the glass vase of flowers he had gotten you and threw it down on the floor. The shattering of glass was deafening as Bradley jumped, while you stood there barefoot, letting the glass and water sprinkle on your feet. You looked up at him, his eyes were wide as he looked from the mess and then to you.

“Jesus, you really have fucking lost it.” Bradley laughed to himself, “This is why I spend my time with Tessa-”

He clamped his jaw shut as soon as he said the name. You took a shaky breath, as tears clouded yours. She had a name, making everything you had speculated even more real. Bradley took a step towards you, but you held your hand up stopping him. You bit your lip and wiped your eyes.

“I think I-it’s best if you stay with Jake tonight,” You suggested and Bradley nodded.

You listened as Bradley’s footsteps drift out of the kitchen and up the creaky wooden stairs of your home. The bedroom door shut, and Bradley started shuffling around to find himself clothes for the night. You took a deep breath and knelt down, looking at the glass that was shattered around the floor and started to clean it up. You paused several times as your vision got too blurry with tears to continue. Once you had everything cleaned up, you made yourself a cup of tea, and sat down at the table, looking out into the still dark of the night.

“Hey,” Bradley said softly, walking over to you, his backpack over his shoulder, “I’m sorry, I don’t want you to go to bed upset, cause I know you won’t sleep. We’ll talk in the morning, okay?” You nodded and Bradley kissed the top of your forehead, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry too,” You said barely above a whisper. You watched as Bradley walked out the front door, the image being burned into your eyes. You had watched him leave a thousand times, but for some reason, this felt different. You saw his car pull out of the driveway and turn down the road towards his brother’s house. You didn’t move, letting the sinking feeling of the quiet house soak into your skin.

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“She threw a glass?!” Jake asked as Bradley, recounted the argument between you and him.

“Not really, more like held it above her head and threw it down,” Bradley answered. He was stretched out on Jake’s couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand, “And then I mentioned Tessa.”

“You’re a fucking idiot…”

“I know,”

“Did you explain who Tessa was?”

“How the fuck do I explain who Tessa is without telling her the whole secret. ‘Oh hey, babe I’ve been sneaking around with an engagement party planner so I can propose to you.’ ” Bradley said and sat up from the couch, “I feel like I just fucked everything up.”

“Sounds like it,” Jake said, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. Bradley shot him a look and he held his hands up in defense, “Hey! I’m not the one who called their girlfriend a child. You already know how she feels about being called that”

“I know,” Bradley sighed, “I just. . . She was just- I don’t even know. I’ve never seen her that upset and it was making me mad that I was making her mad and I just-”

“Fucked up.”

“Yeah,” Rooster leaned back on the couch and looked up at the ceiling, “What do I do?”

“Exactly what you are doing now. You let her have the night, let her think things through, and go back tomorrow. Talk it out. You two have been through so much together, this can’t be the end,” Jake explained and Bradley nodded, “I’m going to bed. Don’t stay up too long, your mind needs rest.”

Bradley nodded, “Night, man.”

Bradley finished his glass of whiskey and then set it down on the table. He pulled his phone out and contemplated sending you a message, but decided against it. He locked his phone and set it down, before lying down and getting comfortable for the night.

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The next morning Bradley did exactly what Jake had suggested and went out to buy your favorite flowers. The morning rain felt refreshing as he pulled up to his shared home with you. Bradley checked himself in the rearview mirror, making sure he looked his best. He picked up the yellow and orange roses he had gotten, and sniffed them, making sure they smelled fresh.

“Okay… here goes nothing,” Bradley said to himself as he pushed the car door open and quickly ran into the house, trying not to get soaked by the rain. He unlocked the door and shut it quickly.

“Sugar!” Bradley called out.

He looked around the first level and didn’t see you. He checked his phone, noticing it was still morning, you might have not been up yet. A smile crawled its way to his face, as he climbed the stairs, two at a time, the thought of surprising you dancing in his head. However, when he pushed the bedroom door open he was met with the sight of a perfectly made bed as if no one had slept in it.

Bradley moved quickly from the main bedroom to the guest bedrooms and saw the same scene. Perfectly made beds. He began to panic, what if something had happened to you last night after he left? Bradley pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialing your number, only for it to go straight to voicemail. He called the same number three more times, getting the same result each time. He sent Jake a frantic text, telling him you were missing.

Bradley paced his bedroom, the flowers now laying on the bed, as he was pulling at his hair trying to think of what could’ve happened and who to contact. He pulled up the call feature on his phone again and almost called 9-1-1 when he looked up at the doors to their closet. He slowly put his phone down and walked to the closet. Pushing the doors back, he broke down.

“No… no… no, no!” Bradley cried as he ran over to the dresser, yanking open the drawers to find them in the same state as the closet.

Empty.

He pulled open cabinets in the bathroom, drawers to her vanity, desk drawers in the office, and pantry cupboards. Everything that you owned was gone.

Bradley felt like the house was suffocating him. He ran down the stairs and out the door, slamming it shut. He ran all the way to Jake’s house, which luckily for him was just two streets over. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe. Everything that he had ever known was just gone…

“Bradley?” Jake asked, barging into the house, “W-what happened? Where are you? I just saw your-”

“She’s gone,” Bradley said.

“What do you mean?”

“S-she left me… she left me, oh my god, she left me.”

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note: and DO NOT ask for a part 2 because there won't be one. it's a ONE-SHOT for a reason

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little-lost-lamb · 10 days

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The Sting of Envy Pt. 2

CW: GN!MC, hurt/comfort, angst, occult practice, fluff, Demons Being Overall Taller Than Humans On Average, Mention of Israeli food, and - of course - jealousy. Please let me know if there is anything I didn't think to add!

<- Part 1

I want to thank everyone for their support of my first part! I've been out of the writing game for a long time, and it really helped motive me to continue!

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Beelzebub

Beelzebub tells anyone who asks that his favorite food is cheeseburgers, but this is not quite true. His favorite food is your cooking. So when you keep serving him warm, fresh-baked bread and crispy spinach salad topped with handpicked flowers and nuts and creamy, piping hot wild mushroom risotto and seconds and thirds and FOURTHS, he is in the Celestial Realm. He supposed the menu was carefully thought out, showcasing ingredients locally in season for the spring. He loved human realm food. It reminded him of you, and not just because it’s native the human realm - human cuisine had the capacity for both the sinful and the divine. Just like you. And so, the meal had him nearly moaning in ecstasy against his spoon.

“This is incredible, MC.” Solomon says, meticulously scooping a perfectly balanced bite of rice, cheese, mushroom, and chive. “This is even better than the risotto we had in that little place in Rome. What was that place called?” Solomon looks at you and thoroughly cleans the risotto off his spoon with his mouth. You laugh.

“Solomon, no, no way! That stuff was next level!”

Solomon shrugs before going in for another bite off his plate. “I’m telling you, yours is better.”

“When were you in Rome?” Lucifer inquires, cocking his head with interest. “When did you have the time?”

“Couple Tuesdays ago, I think.” Solomon muffled between bites while Barbatos shot him a look that told him to chew before speaking. Solomon shrugged it off. “Sometimes when we feel like eating out, we’ll go wherever the cuisine strikes our fancy. MC takes me to this Israeli restaurant in New York City about every other week!”

Beel’s brow furrows as he goes in for another bite. It sounds like before you left, what you and he used to do together. Schedule permitting, you were always down to take him wherever his stomach led him. Hell’s Kitchen for the third time that week? Sure! That brand new place with the deep fried vampire bats on sticks? You bet! They restocked flame-charred bone flavored ice cream at the stand down the street from RAD? You might even be willing to skip Chaos Theory to go with him!

Your foodie dates were one of his all-time favorite things you did together.

“Pfft. You know I can’t do teleportations that big or that frequently yet. You take me.”

Like how Beel would take you all over town, farther if they had some spare time, to try all that the demon realm had to offer. You couldn’t always eat it, you didn’t always like it, but you were always down to try demon cuisine. Try new things in general. He loved that about you.

“Agree to disagree.” Solomon leaned a little closer to you. “I just appreciate you escorting me on so many dates.”

You shrug nonchalantly. “I’m just in it for the falafel.”

Solomon chuckles and smiles fondly at you. He gently tucks a pesky piece of hair behind your ear, keeping it from flying into your mouth with your bread. “Try the hamin next time. I think you’ll like it.”

The heat rose in Beel cheeks, and he subtly sighed out some of his frustration through his nostrils. He glances briefly over to Belphie, and they communicate something to each other with their eyes. Finally, Beel puts his spoon down and Belphie shrugs, picking up another bite with his own.

“I’m done.” Beel says softly.

Not full. Never full. Done.

After everyone has finished with ample time for conversation, you shuffle back to the kitchen to get the desserts. You had prepared an assortment of fresh berries and cream with honey cakes.

“Beel! Can you help me carry this?” You shout, and you lean casually against the counter to wait for him.

“Carry what?” Beel walks in to help and looks around for the heavy item only for his eyes to fall on the light-weight desserts. “Just…need some extra hands?” Beel asks as he reaches for the dish, but you stop him with a hand on his.

“Are you okay? You didn’t eat much.” You look up into his face, recognizing sadness in it.

“I ate 5 or 6 plates.”

You raise an eyebrow. Beel sighs, gently reaching for your hand and holding it firmly in his own to ground himself.

“You don’t…like the food here more than in the devildom, do you?”

Your brows furrow with concern. “You…know I do. Most of it won’t kill me.”

Beelzebub shakes his head quickly. “My fault, bad question. New question: do you enjoy…” Beel’s voice cracks ever so slightly. “Do you like eating with Solomon more? You know…than me?”

Yours eyes widen in horror and your heart cracks. All you can think to do is throw yourself into his enormous frame. You bury your face into the soft fabric of the shirt before turning your head to speak, still resting your cheek against his quickly-thumping chest.

“You’re upset because you and I go out on foodie tours and stuff too, right? It’s our thing.”

“It’s our thing.” Beel answered, wrapping his arms around you firmly. You feel the point of his chin rest against the top of your head.

“And it will always be our thing. Solomon and I eat out so often out of necessity. I don’t always have the energy to focus on planning and making our meals, and the man can’t cook, Beel. Then the human realm's food will kill me.”

You got a smile out of Beel on that one.

“But with you, we go out, and we shove things I once couldn’t even conceptualize down my gullet. You show me fun and fantastical foods I wouldn’t try on my own. That I couldn’t try. We don’t have that stuff here. It’s an experience. You are an experience. And you’re my favorite.”

You lean back just a little, separating only enough to see a wide grin and misty eyes. You reach over and stick your clean finger into the bowl of cream before smearing it playfully on Beel’s lips.

“Oops!” You exclaim, smearing it on his lips. You raise up and squish the cream against Beels lips with your own. You hear a dreamy sigh from him before he pulls away and licks his lips. A giddy giggle escapes his creamy mouth. He reaches for the cream too, except he takes a thick glob and smears it from your cheek, across your mouth, and down your neck.

“Oops.”

He starts with your neck.

Belphegor

They said to make himself at home, so he will, thank you very much. Now where was MC’s bed?

He passes the bathroom and opens the knob to a door nearby, figuring this was probably it, and he pushes it open with the subtle crack of the doorframe. He is immediately punished with a wave of Solomon’s scent - a musky mix of exotic spice and incense smoke. Yours was thickly mixed into the sorcerers, the fusion of smells emanating from one bed in the center of the room.

No.

Belphie suddenly feels the irritated flick of his tail and the weight of his horns that have appeared against his will on his body. Shove it down, Belphegor.

He peels himself from the glue that binds his feet to the doorway and steps hesitantly into the room. The room reeks of Solomon, and not just from his scent. Glistening suncatchers whimsically dangle from the ceiling, one wall is adorned with old, dusty books from floor to ceiling, magical trinkets rest precariously on the edges of drawers, nightstands, and any other surface, and plants large and small sprout from the pots scattered around the room. There are countless empty mugs he has forgotten to bring back down to the kitchen shoved onto any previously vacant surface.

Belphie’s attention moves from one piece of junk to the next before focusing on the bed itself. It looked to be what the humans call a “full sized” bed, big enough for two humans to fit, though Belphie figures it’s only as big as he and Beel’s beds back home. Must be a tight squeeze for two. The fluffy blankets are crumpled disproportionately to one side while the other side is draped primarily with just the sheet. He presses a palm into the mattress and it sinks less readily than Belphie would like in a nest. He pictured the two of you picking it out together.

“Now, MC,” Solomon would say in his smarmy tone, “It’s best to have a mattress that is somewhat firm. It deters one from oversleeping, and it will be good for your spine in the long run. Trust me, I know from experience that you’ll wish you had taken better care of your bones when you’re old.”

Belphie groans at the thought before dipping down into the side that smells most like you. Your scent is thick and fresh, as if you had slept there just last night. Belphie snarls and immediately jumps up, the propulsion of the springs hastening his movement.

I bet he doesn’t even take the time to nestle into their pillows Belphie thought to himself as he glared daggers at the side that smelled more like Solomon. To inhale their pheromones and feel enveloped their scent and appreciate it.

Since you left, it wasn’t uncommon to catch even Lucifer resting in your bed on occasion. They were all guilty of it. It still retained your scent, and the brothers found that comforting late at night when they cannot escape their respective longing for you. Recently, though, the aroma has begun dissipating, a combination of time and the brothers’ own smells erasing your scent clinging to the fabrics. Belphie had been excited to take a few moments at least to dive into your sheets and smother himself with your scent. He could bring it home with him and savor it for at least a week if he didn’t wash his jacket. He could cling to the hoodie he wears tonight during his slumber and pretend you were still there with him, nestled against his body and in his bed. But it turns out the scent of your bed was contaminated.

Fortunately for his sanity, he didn’t smell certain hormones or fluids or anything to indicate any funny business happened between the two of you in these sheets. That’s for the best. If Belphie had been hit with the scent of lust mixed with the scents of the two of you, he thinks he would have vomited directly on your comforter.

“Did you find my bed? I knew you’d go looking for it.” You tease, clutching the rail as you stare innocently at him from the stairs.

“Uhm. Yeah. I found it.” Belphie turns to face you from the room, and his eyes motion to the bed in front of him. He makes no attempt to hide the displeasure on his face. Surprise answers it on your own.

“Nope, that’s Solomon’s room.”

“I can smell you, MC.” Belphie’s eyes narrow as he replies, pointing to the side piled with blankets, “You sleep on the left.”

“I hang out on the left.” You say, climbing the last few steps and joining him in Solomon’s room, “but I don’t sleep here, not usually anyway. I pass out sometimes, but we just watch shows and play games here a lot.”

You point casually at the TV shoddily hung on Solomon’s wall opposite the bed. Wires poke haphazardly out the bottom and trail their way to a couple of consoles buried in junk beneath.

“There’s this cartoon I’ve been obsessed with recently that makes me think of you, actually. It’s about these kids who are cute little animals, and they go to camp on a magical island. It’s so soft and cozy and comforting…I keep falling asleep when I turn it on. I wish I could watch it with you. Maybe next time I’m in the demon realm, we can set it up in the attic.”

You pap on his bicep and signal him to follow you, flowing from Belphie’s side, out Solomon’s door, and to a second door Belphie had yet to open.

Oh.

As you push the door in, a current of your sweet smell crashes like a wave over Belphie’s face. Your scent is like an intoxicating mixture of coffee, books, whiskey, and sugar all mixed together. You smell like home. A contented smile forms and he makes his way to you, careful to seal Solomon’s scent away with the bedroom door on his way out.

You’re suddenly thrusted into a brief whirlwind of confusion as you’re grappled by Belphie, knocked off your feet and plopped down unharmed into the comfort of your bed. Your bed is the opposite of Solomon's: soft, fluffy, warm, and oozing with you smells. Belphie raises himself up to gaze at you lovingly before playfully nuzzling his face into your neck and inhaling deeply. He releases his breath with a satisfied sigh and melts himself into you.

“Much better.”

He peppers your cheek with soft, sleepy kisses until he has you a grinning, giggling mess.

“Let’s take a nap until dinner is ready. Barbatos can finish the rest.”

Barbatos

This was not part of Barbatos’ plan, but he could reassess and regroup. After all, this was only temporary. He would assure that.

Step 1: Serve Lord Diavolo to the best of his ability while he brings about the integration and unity of the three realms.

Step 2: Assure the swift and successful coronation of Lord Diavolo. King Diavolo.

Step 3: With King Diavolo’s rule solidified and the King’s word absolute, any dissension against angels or humans in the devildom would not be tolerated. The streets of the demon realm would be safer - safer for you to reside in the devildom permanently.

Step 4: With the realm made a better place for you, you live with him, in his care, for the rest of your days. He thought perhaps an emerald in the ring would be best, accented with black diamonds. He had not yet decided whether silver or gold would look best for your band, but he was more than happy to admire you for as long as it took to decide what best suited your coloration.

For now, however, his face remains unwaveringly pleasant as he silently makes note of the dusty floorboards and spattered kitchen counters. He knows Solomon. Solomon doesn’t clean. Not to Barbatos’ standards for your living accommodations, anyway. He watches silently for a few moments as you work alone in your kitchen, smaller than he thought you deserved to have access to. It would have bothered him that Solomon offered no help had Barbatos not also known he would have rendered each and every item on the menu inedible. All your hard work ruined.

You see him because he allows you to see him. While his presence would ordinarily be welcomed, today your cheeks flush in shame.

“Listen, I know it’s not the cleanest.” You shyly return your attention to the onion you skillfully chop against the cutting board. “I haven’t really had the time to deep clean, not with lessons and work and preparing for the party and…” You trail off, exhaustion lacing your voice. Your eyes seem misty.

“Please, MC, allow me to help. Do the mushrooms still need to be sliced?” Without waiting for an answer, Barbatos swiftly saunters over, scoops the mushrooms off the counter beside you, and drops them gently on the counter in front of himself. One mushroom considers bouncing off the counter, but decides it wouldn’t dare under Barbatos’ watchful eye. You realize your face must betray your emotion.

“Barbatos, I’m fine, really. It’s just the onion.” You point to the onion with your chef knife, and you plead, “you are my guest. I won’t make you work.”

“I am your friend.” He responds, his face focused on the task in front of him as he reaches for the utility knife in your set. He begins quickly and expertly chopping the mushrooms into perfect, uniform slices. “And you are overwhelmed. Your home is dirty because Solomon does not help you with cleaning like he should, yes?”

You remain silent for a moment, considering if you should out Solomon for not doing his share. Barbatos does not allow you to refute it.

“It has been centuries,” Barbatos interjects your thoughts before you can argue. “but Solomon was once royalty. He is independent now, yes, but he never learned how to clean as he should. I fear he is slipping back into the comfort of being taken care of without taking care of you in return.”

You look up at him, and for a moment, you think you see the flash of a scowl before his expression is once again carefully moderated. You had seen it because he had allowed you to see it.

“And of course,” he continued, “you must be doing all of the cooking as well. If he had any part in it, you would certainly be dead by this point.” He finally glanced us at you, his lip curling ever so slightly into a playful smirk.

The joke catches you off guard and you honk out a laugh.

“One time,” you say through your laughter “I caught him trying to clean the bathroom with bleach and ammonium. Unreal. The man is a master alchemist, and yet he accidentally makes mustard gas in the toilet!”

Barbatos laughs earnestly along and shakes his head. He finishes the last mushroom with a flourish and plops the pieces into a bowl, ready for their future use. He turns around and leans his tall frame against your small counter, assessing your space for a few moments.

“If I were Solomon,” he mused, almost to himself, “I would ensure your accommodations were immaculate. I would prepare you healthy, delicious meals. Perhaps I would allow you to join me in the kitchen, if only for us to spend the time together. And I see your garden needs attention. I would gladly serve you tea made from those rose petals there once I had finished with the pruning.” He speaks wistfully.

You chuckle. “It does sound nice to be taken care of every once in a while. What with the brothers and Solomon, I can be spread pretty thin. Not a lot left to take care of myself, you know?”

“Perhaps one day, I’ll have the pleasure of doing it for you.” Your eyes widen and your cheeks flush. You look up at him, and he gives you a knowing glance. You hated when he did this. You always wonder: is he teasing, or does he know?

“I have not looked into your future if that is what you are wondering…though I admit, I have considered it once or twice.” You turn to face him fully, the surprise evident on your face. Barbatos chuckles and looks you right in the eyes. “It would ruin the sweet surprise. It will happen because I will make it happen. Your current arrangement is temporary, I assure you.”

Before you can comprehend what is happening, the soft fabric of his gloves are against your cheeks, the warmth of his hands permeating through. He leans in slowly and lovingly plants a petal-soft kiss on the tip of your nose. He holds himself there a moment. You hold your breath until he lets go.

“Now, what do we do with these mushrooms?”

Diavolo

“Yeah, I’ve been doing well!” Lie. “It’s kind of nice to be home, you know?” Lie. “It’s refreshing to be around my own species again.” That one was presented as a joke, but it was still, factually, a lie. Did you usually lie this much? Diavolo hadn’t noticed if you had. And he would have noticed.

It was ultimately his fault, and he understood that. The devildom was under his rule, and had his whims overtaken him, he could have ordered you to stay. It just wasn’t time. Not yet. There was still so much work to be done.

Step 1: Bring about the integration and unity of the three realms.

Step 2: His swift and successful coronation.

Step 3: With his rule solidified and the King’s word absolute, no one would dare go against him when he appoints you as Human Ambassador to the demon realm. With such an important position within the new government system, so much as a finger lifted against you would be treason in his book. He would make the realm safe for you.

Step 4: Argue to the council that it is a political marriage.

That’s the dream that keeps Diavolo going, anyway. His golden orbs lift from the mushrooms he unceremoniously shoves to the side of his plate (subtly, so he didn’t hurt your feelings, of course) over to Barbatos, who watches you with a genuine smile as you speak. What were you saying? Something about a stray cat? Back down to the mushrooms.

He knew the likelihood of this plan succeeding was low - just a dream to keep him working at his goal of unification. What will probably happen is that he will have a spouse chosen for him. Someone he might not yet know, whoever the council sees as the most advantageous choice. Likely a female, as is tradition. Likely traditionally pretty, the boring kind of pretty. Barbatos would intervene only enough to ensure he doesn’t dislike his appointed queen. Maybe Diavolo would even grow to love them one day. But it isn’t what he wants. Who he wants. He would be expected to produce a line of heirs - full-blood demon heirs - and cambion mutts just wouldn’t do. Not his words, of course. That’s what the tabloids said the last time the two of you were seen in public together. They called you his concubinatus. The writer of the article is longer there. No one knows where they are now except Barbatos.

“There's not really anything preventing MC from marrying me, right? Since we’re both humans and all." Solomon’s words echo in Diavolo’s mind, his smug grin still burned into the back of Diavolo’s retinas. The brothers had been more than willing to marry you into the devildom, but Diavolo had not allowed it. If anyone was going to marry you in, it was going to be him. He knew the likelihood of your union going smoothly was slim, but it would not stop him from trying. He was not above monopolizing you. He was the demon lord, not the lord of selflessness. But you were out of his hands here and settled in Solomon’s. He couldn’t stand it.

“Do you think you’ll ever get married, MC?” He later asks you casually as he helps you prepare the bonfire. Barbatos had half-heartedly attempted to dissuade him, as his suit could get dirty, but Diavolo insisted. He hadn’t gotten any alone time with you today, and he likely wouldn’t see you again for a while. He didn’t care about some frivolous suit. You drop the stick you’re holding, but it tumbles into the fire pit, so you figure you can leave it be.

“Where did that come from?” Your flushed face is camouflaged well by the fading sunset. You quickly grab another bundle to continue building the fire. Diavolo casually swirls the wine in his goblet and peers in, probably inspecting some aspect of the wine that you have no eye for. The sunset hides his own flush from the alcohol. He remained silent, expecting an answer.

“U-Uhm. I suppose that depends on if I find the right person.” You fumble with a few sticks in your grasp before dumping them beside the fire. You crouch down and begin strategically arranging the sticks around lumps of kindling.

Truth.

“Could you…” Perhaps he shouldn’t ask you this. He’s admittedly afraid of the answer. “...see yourself marrying Solomon?”

“What?”

Silence.

“I…” You thought for a moment, laughed, and shook your head. “I don’t think so.”

LIE.

Diavolo expertly shoots the rest of his wine like it wasn’t at least half a goblet.

“We aren’t together or anything, if that’s what you’re trying to figure out. You aren’t being very subtle, you know.” You tease.

This was true.

“I guess I could see marrying Solomon if things didn’t work out, but…there’s someone I have my eye on.” You shove some dry grass between the logs, trying to hide behind your task.

True.

“I don’t see how it would work. I don’t think I would be anywhere near his radar, but…” Perhaps it’s the sunset, perhaps it’s the wine swimming around in your blood, but you felt a bit bold. You look up, directly into his eyes, slightly luminous in the encroaching darkness of the night. “...The heart wants what the heart wants.”

Oh shit, wait, what? Are you coming on to him? Right now?

“Do…I know this person?” Perhaps it’s the wine he just downed, but he too is feeling bold. The corner of his lip quivers ever so slightly in the attempt to hide a grin threatening to spread across his face, just in case he’s wrong. But he doesn’t think so.

“You do.” You stand up and dust your hand off on your pants.

Truth.

He tries to bite his lip to keep his face in line, but his lip rolls beneath his fangs and the corners of his eyes crinkle. The way you’re looking at him, there’s no way he’s misinterpreting it. You take a shy step closer, your eyes flit from his eyes to his fangs and quickly back up.

“Is it…me?” Diavolo asks playfully, now inches from your face.

“No.” You shrug. You casually toss a few more sticks into the fire pit.

With a snap of his fingers, the fire is lit. It roars to life and lights up your faces, your goofy grins and reddened cheeks on full display. The warmth of the blaze is matched only by the warmth of Diavolo’s arms snaking around your waist.

“Liar.”

His mouth envelops yours in an instant.

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@dokidokidemons, @ourfinalisation

#obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me fluff #obey me x mc

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halfmoondaze · 4 months

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That’s amazing I’m proud of you 💗

I’m the same anon talking about how stressed I am about my tough situation. Right now, I’m trying to be patient with myself and be hopeful about things

Tomorrow Will Be Kinder

Y/n walked through the front door of their shared apartment. She didn’t want to admit it to herself but she was going through it.

For the past couple of days, she had been working on this group project. Everything was running smoothly at first, communication was going smoothly and everyone had agreed to do their part. And in hopes of being able to get it out of the way, managed to complete her part in three days.

Having less than two weeks until finals week, she moved on to do her finals for her other classes.

But then she started worrying the next day, after no one responded to her on the group chat, when she asked how the work was going. Things only got worse from there, because after the chat was crickets even after Y/N finished her Human Anatomy class, her efforts to text and call each individual of the group separately, she realized it was no use as no one was answering her calls and ignoring her messages even though they were on read.

The following day was no different, and she found herself starting to spiral, at least on the inside. She had no choice but to pull as many all-nighters as needed to finish completing the group project and the rest of her final projects.

Jack on the other hand, was worried for her. He could tell something was bothering her by how all the sudden she had stopped talking to him unless it was to acknowledge his presence with the occasional “Hi”, “Hey” or “Good morning”.

One night, Jack got home from the studio. It was around 11:45, and the only light that was still on, was coming from Y/N’s home office.

Jack quietly opened the door and was met by Y/N’s intense angry glare at him.

“Hey-”

“No!” she looked down at him.

Jack turned to look down and realized there was a pile of written papers scattered across the floor and he had accidently stepped on one of them.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“It’s fine.” She said coldly taking the paper from his hand and just carried on working on her project like if nothing happened.

“I just wanted to see how you were doing”

“Better than ever” she responded unenthusiastically.

“Did you eat today?”

“What?” she turned to him.

“I asked you if you ate today”

“Can we not do this right now? I still have so much to get done” She dismissed him and put her focus back on her project.

“I know. I’m sorry” he scratches the back of his head finding the right words. “I’m just worried that……. you’re wearing yourself out. You should take a break”

“No, I can’t do that. I need to get this done”

“Y/N”

“You don’t understand. I’m already behind on a lot of my classes”

“It’s not up for discussion baby”

“For fucks sake! Can you get off my ass for two fucking seconds?!” she spat fire from her mouth as she glared at him.

Jack was taken back but remained calm and unbothered.

Then she turned away and remained in the same spot, with her back towards Jack.

Jack pulled her into a hug and she broke crying into him arms.

“Shhh shhh its ok” he held her and rubbed her back.

It was like all the stress she had accumulated for the past weeks hit her like a truck.

“I’m so sorry” she said with her voice muffled.

“Don’t mention it” he kissed the top of her head.

Eventually, she calmed down and stopped crying.

“You ok?” he looked at her.

She nodded.

“You want to talk about it?”

“No” she softly said.

“Ok. I’m going to run you a bath and then I’m going to order some takeout” he said wiping away her tears. “Does Chinese sound good?”

“Yeah” she softly said.

“Ok”

Jack ran her a bath with her favorite body wash and ordered her favorite from their local Chinese restaurant. By the time she exited the bathroom, Jack had laid her favorite sweatpants and one of his oversized t-shirts on the bed for her to get changed.

When she got to the dining room, the food was already served.

Y/N quietly took a seat.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, thanks”

He smiled at her.

“Got your favorite”

“Jack”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry….for snapping at you” she said looking down.

Jack gently squeezed her hand.

“Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?”

Y/n hesitated, but ultimately told him everything.

“I’m so sorry” he paused. “Can you still drop the classes?”

“I can’t. Finals week is just around the corner”

“I understand” he paused. “Maybe we could get you a tutor, so you can manage the workload”

“A tutor?”

“Yeah. I would tell you to drop the semester, but I suppose it’s too late for that now. But I also wouldn’t want you to see all your efforts and hard work to waste just because some morons didn’t want to put in the effort”

“Thank you” she was relieved.

“It’s ok”

“No seriously. You’ve been so kind and helpful to me. And I’ve been nothing but-”

“Great. You’ve been great. You’re just going through a lot right now, and I understand that. Yeah, I was taken back by your reaction. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you angry” he let a small laugh. “But I won’t hold it against you. I just wanna help you”

Y/n got up from her seat, walked over to Jack and hugged him.

Jack hugged her back.

“I love you so much” she whispered.

Jack smiled to himself.

“I love you too bubs”

Y/N pulled away and smiled at him.

“….but I think I’ll love you even more if you eat” he pointed at her untouched plate of food.

Y/N smiled at him.

That night, Y/N relaxed for once, knowing that with Jack’s help, she would find her way out of this problem. Today was a bad day but tomorrow will be kinder.

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bingoboingobongo · 1 year

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cod characters alphabet: activities

Characters: Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra, Valeria Garza

Warnings: none

Prompt: Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with their s/o?

A/N: hehe new year new event i’m excitedd. also yes gaz’s ice cream choice is mine too don’t hate.

simon “ghost” riley:

alright so simon likes to spend what little free time he has doing something quiet and relaxing

he just needs a break from all the chaos and noise of wartime and so he’s not a big fan of going out or partying when he has spare time

i feel like at the beginning of your relationship he might take you out to dinner or on a date or something like that just because he feels like your relationship isn’t that strong yet

but once he gets really comfortable with you he’s much happier to spend his time indoors

simon usually will spend his free time reading or sewing (his masks get very dirty/broken very quickly so he needs to have a lot spare okay im sorry)

sometimes he might go outside on a walk/hike away from people so he can just catch a break

honestly when he’s alone he’ll like get into his chair, start whatever activity he’s doing, and then not leave until he’s done

like he will spend the entirety of his free time just sort of decompressing

again at first he was hesitant to let you in because it was sort of like his own self-care routine but he’s found that it’s much easier to take care of himself when you’re there

sometimes he’ll let you curl up on his lap while you nap/read a book/scroll on your phone, and sometimes you guys will sit together on the couch under a blanket

it’s very much a comfortable silence and honestly simon really prefers days like that than when you guys go out

john “soap” mactavish:

okie so soap is all about having new and fun experiences whenever he has free time

so much of his life is spent in the military and he wants to have a lot of fun memories that aren’t work related he can reminisce about when he’s old (or just while he’s bored at work)

whenever he has free time he’ll be spending it with you, even if you’re in the military with him

honestly he just wants to make sure he spends as much time as he can with you, that way if something does go wrong he won’t regret leaving you alone

he’ll take you out on all sort of fun dates and adventures

he loves taking you around town to try out all sorts of restaurants and bars

that being said he’s not a very harsh food critic and he’s mostly just going to try new foods so get ready for a lot of “christ this is so good try it” and “we have to come back here next time”

that being said, if you’re not up to going out or if the weather isn’t right or something, he’s more than happy to spend the day inside with you

he’ll try to cook something with you (the results may be questionable) but it’s okay because you guys spend most of the time laughing anyways

he’s also down to cuddle on the couch and binge a new tv show with you if that’s more your style

he won’t say this out loud (but it’s very obvious) but his favorite genre of tv is reality tv

he gets soo invested in all of the drama and he definitely eats up all of the overly dramatic videography and editing

kyle “gaz” garrick:

hmm so during his free time gaz really likes to listen to/discover new music

he’s got a really broad taste of music and so one of his favorite things to do when he has free time is go around to bars/clubs and just listen to the local bands

of course whenever he can he’ll go to concerts of his favorite artists but with expenses and his busy schedule those are pretty few and far between

he loves to take you with him on these little musical adventures though

many of your nights have been spent at crowded pubs listening to a band play while you guys talk about something dumb that makes you guys laugh

either that or having way too philosophical conversations that would probably be more suited to a university philosophy lecture than a pub with sticky tables and cheap beer

but gaz has had some of the best conversations of his life with you at those pubs so he doesn’t mind it

that being said, if you’re at that point in your relationship gaz really likes taking you to visit his family

he really loves his family, especially his younger siblings, and so whenever he has the chance he goes to visit them and check up on them

and it’s so much more fun when you come along

he’ll take you and the kids out for some ice cream at the old shop he used to frequent when he was a boy

he always gets lime sherbet and rocky road on a waffle cone whenever he goes

and do not yell at him because he swears that it is a good combination because you get sweet and you get sour and it’s not like the flavors even mix together that much so it’s fine

john price:

okay so price is a little bit like ghost in that he likes to spend his free time with just cuddling and sort of relaxing

usually with a crossword and a cup of tea, especially in the mornings

but when he has a little more free time he does really like going to see the arts

i’m talking theatre, dance, museums, concerts (but he tends to lean towards classical or jazz/blues, he just doesn’t understand rap/hip hop i’m sorry)

he’ll always take you with him if you’re down to go as well

and yes during christmas season he always takes you to see the nutcracker

that being said price isn’t really a fan of very many musicals

he feels like it’s kinda hard to understand what they’re saying during the songs and then he just has no idea what’s going on

afterwards he’ll take you out to a nice restaurant so you guys can talk about everything you saw

but if there’s nothing good around he’ll take you back home and make you a home-cooked meal

i feel like price definitely has two homes, a small house (or maybe apartment) in the city and then a cabin somewhere in the woods

what can i say the housing market was a lot different when price was buying his cabin

usually he’ll take you to his cabin during the winter, and then his city place is used for the rest of the year

alejandro vargas:

alright alejandro is a little older than soap and gaz and so his days of partying and going out are past him

i mean don’t get me wrong he can still throw a mean party but his body just doesn’t bounce back the way it used to

so like ghost and price he tends to spend his free time with you in a more reserved way

i think alejandro is probably a really good cook and so that comes into play a lot during his free time

whenever he’s home he’ll practically refuse to let you cook or order anything and insists that he can make it for you

he likes to spend his weekends testing out new recipes or making new foods that you can make when he’s gone

because he always drags you along to the kitchen with him and has you learn how to cook it with him

honestly he’s a teacher/leader at heart and so it’s almost like therapeutic to be teaching you how to cook and stuff

i mean it’s combining like three things he loves: cooking, teaching, and you

once he’s done making the food he’ll cozy up with you on the couch and turn on a show you’ve already watched while you eat, that way he can talk to you and ask you for feedback

honestly he’s a romantic and it shows when he spends his free time with you

he also really loves giving himself (and you) a little spa day a few days after he comes back from duty, just to really decompress and forget about all the stress of work

rodolfo “rudy” parra:

okay so honestly rudy doesn’t really have one thing that he loves doing during his free time

actually wait no he does it’s either building legos or watching other people build legos

that being said, he can’t always do that or sometimes it just gets boring and so really his favorite thing is just spending time with you

wherever you take him, he’ll follow

whether that’s shopping, doing chores, watching a movie, getting dinner

as long as he can look at your face, you could be telling him to jump off a cliff and he’d die happy

what can i say he’s absolutely smitten for you and he’s so like eager it’s amazing

that being said if neither of you have any plans he’ll beg you to stay in bed with him the whole day and you guys will just cuddle while you scroll on your phones or talk about random things

he likes to watch a lot of youtube and he’ll always point out little things he thinks are cool/funny for you to look at

and if you don’t understand it he’ll explain it all to you and why it’s interesting/relevant

honestly though, he really just likes cuddling or sleeping with you during his free time

he’s usually pretty exhausted or beat up whenever he comes home and so spending the day with his head on your chest just sounds like heaven to him

valeria garza:

alright let’s be real being a drug lord is no easy feat and so valeria doesn’t get as much free time as she would like

but when she does get time for herself she’s probably gonna be spending it on you instead

honestly i really see valeria as the kind of person to really spoil you

i mean being el sin nombre brings in a lot of cash so she certainly has the resources to do it

i think if she’s coming home to you, she’ll have to take a minute to decompress for a bit

even though she likes to be the provider in the relationship, she likes it when you hold her for a bit just when she gets home so she can let all her problems melt away

she wants to leave el sin nombre and all the cartels and drugs behind whenever she’s with you

even if you’re involved with it with her, she’d much rather keep that stuff out of her home life

once she’s rejuvenated though she’ll insist on taking you out

usually it’s shopping, dinner, a movie, a party, etc.

okay i’m gonna get into some like psychological stuff but like, i feel like being a woman in a male dominated field (the military and drugs), she feels like there’s sort of like a subconscious need for her to be more masculine, and so she does this by providing for you financially through gifts and stuff like that

but also when it’s all over and the drugs and the shopping and all of it is gone, valeria also just really likes cuddling with you

she’s a big fan of late night pillow talk because it’s a chance for her to release some steam/be vulnerable which she really can’t do during her day-to-day

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ashleysmessyjourney · 11 months

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22 Months Messing Challenge Update

Okay, so today I learned that 1 cup of coffee helps move things along and helps make me do my thang in my diaper. However, adding a glass of cranberry juice throws my tummy into overdrive and totally clears me out in a way that I don’t like. You ever feel like you totally clear yourself out then your body is like, “Go back to the potty right now cuz you’re gonna poo right now!” twenty minutes later?

Guess how many diapers I went through because of that? Four. Four diapers because each time I thought I was good. I waited in my third diaper after messing to make sure that I was as empty as I could be, then changed. I’ll give you one guess as to what happened next.

Since I have sensitive skin, I used gobs of Desitin rash cream down there so I could practice staying messy for longer and longer periods of time. I want to be able to tolerate being messy for a bit longer than I’m comfortable with because there may be situations in the future that keep me from changing as soon as possible.

I’ve started making notes of places that have bathrooms that are “safe” for me to change in, saving a long list of places on my phone with Google Maps for my local area. I wear plastic panties every time I go out if I’m anticipating a messy accident. Even then, I sometimes wear one just to be safe. Feeling safe, and using things to help me feel safe, have been really helpful in this challenge because it gives me the peace of mind to keep pushing forward. It’s been almost two years and I have not given up.

I know I need to get over myself and stop worrying about changing a messy diaper in public but it’s so nerve-wracking. It’s scary; just as scary as it was getting over changing a wet diaper in public. However, I’ve been searching for single room bathrooms where only one person can be inside at a time. Changing a messy diaper in a stall would just suck and be so scary.

I went out to a local Mexican restaurant with my parents last week. I’ve always loved eating nachos, especially if they’re drenched in queso. I’ve been eating them less and less as of late because I have a near-immediate negative reaction to them now. Yes, I know I’m stupid for eating them but I can’t help it sometimes; I just have a need to eat nachos. After we had finished eating dinner, my stomach was twisting itself into a knot so tight that I knew I was going to make a mess in minutes. With my home so far away, I was glad when they got up to go. I scurried back to my car with a slight waddle, praying that I would be able to make it home in time so I could mess in the safety of my home.

I didn’t make it.

It’s been getting really hard to hold #2 these last several months because I’ve conditioned myself to let my body take care of its needs. It’s what the diaper is for, after all, and I no longer view messing as a negative thing. I was able to make it to the fourth stop light from home before I tried to pass a little gas. I think you can guess what happened. Since I felt so much relief from letting some out, and since the light was still red, I lifted my butt off of the seat and pushed as hard as I could. The relief came almost immediately, though my stomach still churned like it was telling me I wasn’t done yet. I winced as I sat down in the hot mess, trying to keep it from squishing up front where my sensitive bits are. It wasn’t the solid kind of mess that I prefer; it was the complete opposite.

I will admit that the sheer helplessness of the whole situation was a huge turn on. Being unable to keep myself from using my diaper like that, even though I fought hard and valiantly, was all useless in the end. My body knows that I’ve been wearing diapers for so long that it just knows by now that it can do whatever it wants and I’m fine with that.

I showed up to my home with a very full diaper. Thankfully, I had worn a pair of plastic panties, so I wasn’t smelling anything at all. I was super grateful that I didn’t notice any of my neighbors out and about; I would have avoided them like the plague at all costs if they came near me.

Lastly, I've been considering doing challenges to lessen my time since I have so much time left. I'm thinking about doing erotic hypnosis tracks that'll help keep me going in pursuit of my messing goals. Some may include messing on a trigger word, messing at night, and more. I'm still looking around. I was thinking listening twice would take off a week's worth of time and once the effect has taken permanent hold, I'd take off a month's worth of time. I want to keep this challenge fun and interesting.

If you’d like to keep this challenge going, you can send me gifts to add time onto the timer. Check the pinned post for how much time stuff adds.

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Current Ending Time: April 11, 2026 (2 years, 10 months more!)

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stilesmieczyslaw · 1 year

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Memories of you

Synopsis: After an accident, you forget the love of your life Peter. Thankfully Spiderman talks some sense into you. Pairings: Fem Reader x Spiderman Warnings: Angst, a small bit of fluff. Mentions of guns, violence and blood. Three cuss words (Although two of them are the same word) AN: I love Spiderman. I wrote this with Andrew!Peter in mind and I mention the skateboard but I guess if you ignore that part it could be for any Peter. This is also my first Spiderman fic Words: 7.5K Now "Peter Parker, I swear if you don't get to this restaurant in the next ten minutes I'm going to kill you." You laughed down the phone. You were sat in a fancy restaurant at a table for two. The waiters had come past many times trying to take your order. "Come on Y/N, you know what it's like. Crime never sleeps!" He argued back. You could tell by the sound of his voice that he was swinging. "You'll be sleeping on the couch at this rate." You jokingly threatened. Both of you knew you didn't really mean it.

"Y/N!" He gasped with mockery. "How could you? It's our wedding anniversary and you're threatening me with the couch?" "You've got 8 minutes now or it's the couch." You hung up the phone with a smile on your face.

Yes, you were married to the masked superhero spiderman. You could barely believe it at first. You had bumped into Peter Parker at college. Your parents wanted you to take a law degree but you had dabbled in science instead. Now you taught at one of the local schools passing on that passion that you had.

But, you had to get there first and at college, science wasn't your strongest suit. You were good at it at school but now at degree level... Not so much.

A few years ago You had been looking blankly at the sheet of paper in front of you when someone pulled you out of your thoughts. "Are you okay?" This man had asked you. You looked up at him and were almost flawed by his presence. He had a concerned but cheeky smile on his face. You blinked at him a few times. Not giving an answer. Maybe you were stunned by his beauty because you had been looking at the stupid sheet in front of you, or maybe he was really attractive. Both, it was probably both.

"Are you... Okay?" He prompted again, now slightly more worried than he had been before. You realized you had been staring at him. "Oh! Yeah. I'm... great." You grimaced. "Just hoping the knowledge will flow into my brain via osmosis." "Diffusion." He put his bag down on a seat. "Do you mind if I sit?" He pointed to the seat opposite you. "Huh?" Was all you could manage in response. You probably were crazy. You were going to scare him off. He sat down with a laugh

"Osmosis," He explained, "Is only for water. If it's anything else, it's diffusion. So for example, plant roots absorbing water from the soil is Osmosis. An example of diffusion is the flavoring of tea coming out of a tea leaf. So for the knowledge to leave the page and enter your head, would be diffusion." "Right." You nodded at the stranger in front of you. "Well... I'm hoping the knowledge will hurry up and diffuse because I've got an exam coming up and I don't understand. No, that's the wrong word. I do understand its just..." You motioned with your hands. "I can't... Diffuse the information back out. I know the answer but I can't explain the answer. Does that make sense?"

The stranger closed one eye. Almost in thought himself. "In a very odd way, yes. Yes it does." "I am so sorry. I'm Y/N." You stretched your arm out for him to shake. He took it with a smile. "I'm Peter. We have some classes together." "We do? I promise I'm not usually this airheaded. I'm just burnt out I think." He only smiled at this.

Peter enjoyed watching people. That was his thing. He was a people watcher. He took photos at school. Both for the school and for himself. He was always seen with his camera. In a way, it was how he got to know people. From a distance and then he introduced himself. Some people thought it was creepy. He didn't mean it to be in the slightest. But it was his way of getting to know people.

He had spotted you one day in class. You were so absorbed in the teacher. You were listening to every word they said, unlike most of the people in the class - admittingly that included him. Other people were doodling, texting, and watching videos. You were giving all of your attention to the teacher. You were paying so much attention you forgot to write your notes. He enjoyed watching you a lot. So when today, you looked frustrated he wanted to help you.

"How about," He raised an eyebrow at you. "We go grab some coffee and we can go over the textbook together with a fresh pair of eyes. We could be study buddies. I have the same exam coming up that you do." "Peter, I think you are on to something." You nodded.

Your study sessions together evolved. They started at a coffee shop, moved to the library which then moved into the dorms. "Come on." Peter nudged you, "Explain it to me again." You were both laid on the floor surrounded by notes. You found that explaining it to Peter was easier than trying to reason with it in your own head. You began to explain it to him when you noticed that he wasn't listening to you. He was just staring at you with a goofy smile on his face. You internally laughed before trying something out.

"And then, when you add Oxygen to the equation right... I kiss Peter for being such a great help to me these past few weeks and then he's amazed by my kissing skills so immediately asks me to be his girlfriend then we get married and have ten children. Does that sound right to you?" "Yeah." He nods. You began to laugh hysterically as he looked at you confused. It took him a few moments to realize what you had said.

He began to look at you with a serious look. It stopped you from laughing and you began to blush. The look was so intimate. Almost like he was looking into your soul. He leaned forward and kissed you softly. So soft it was almost like he wasn't touching you at all but at the same time it was so intense. You rolled over onto your back, pulling him with you. The kiss became rougher. Your notes were forgotten.

You began dating, you aced all of your exams and Peter helped to get you into the teaching life. He had said you explaining everything to him had helped him learn too. As things became more serious and you spent more time together you began to notice things. He would arrive to dates slightly out of breath. He would end dates suddenly promising to make it up to you. When you lay in bed together you noticed faint bruises on his torso. After a year of it you began to question things.

"Peter." You said seriously. "Y/N." He replied trying to use the same tone you had. "Why are you covered in bruises?" You asked. He looked at you perplexed. He shook his head. "I always fall off my skateboard. You know me." He shrugged with a smile. You weren't convinced. "Peter. I do know you, and I know when you are lying. Please, Peter. I love you." You gasped realizing what you just said. You'd not said it before. This was the first time.

Peter's eyes became soft and he stepped closer to you placing his hands on either side of your face, stroking your cheeks with his fingers. "You love me?" He asked. It was almost a silent whisper. If you weren't as close as you had been then you wouldn't have heard him. Not at all. You nodded.

"Of course I do Peter. How could I not? I love you so much, but when you lie to me... It hurts Peter. I understand if you don't feel the same way." You began to pull back from him when he held onto your hand. Willing you to stay. "No, no, no, please Y/N. I love you too. I feel the same. When I look at you I feel like my heart might burst." His hands were shaking. To be honest so were yours.

"Then why are you lying to me? Is it something bad? We can work it out together." He looked lost for a moment. Lost in his own head. Contemplating. He didn't want to put you in danger. Everyone who ever knew ended up hurt, he didn't want you hurt. But also he didn't want to lose you.

"I'm gonna tell you. I'm gonna tell you. Just, don't hate me." "I don't think that's possible Peter." You affirmed. He took a deep breath and shook his hands. "I'm... I'm spiderman." He looked at you. You looked at him. You were silent for a few seconds before laughing.

"Peter I'm being serious. I'm really concerned and you're saying stuff like that! Come on, please." "I am being serious." He didn't join in your laughter. He took one of your hands in his, and with his other he stretched it out and webs shot out of it.

"Woah!" You exclaimed. You looked at where the webs landed then down at his wrist. You ran your hands over his sleeve to reveal a little wrist contraption. "How have I not noticed that before?" You pondered more to yourself but it still got a chuckle out of him.

"I don't wear it all the time. And I've been doing this for years now. I'm good at hiding it." You were still running your hands over his wrist trying to figure it out. "What are you thinking?" He nudged his nose against yours given your close proximity.

"You're spiderman." You said in awe. "I am." "I'm dating spiderman." "You are."

Now

And now you were sat in a restaurant waiting to celebrate your wedding anniversary. You had accepted long ago you had to share your husband with the people of New York. It wasn't always easy but Peter always made it up to you. You felt loved and cared for which is all you could ever ask.

"EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR!" A group of men came in shouting. Everyone looked startled. They had guns. "WE SAID ON THE FLOOR!" You all quickly got to the floor. A kid who was sitting with his mom at the next table began to wail in fright.

"It's okay Josh." His mom cooed. "SHUT THAT KID UP!" One of the men shouted walking towards the child and therefore you. The mother began to wail too. Frightened for her child and her own life. "Hey you'll be okay." You smiled at the boy. Fighting your own tears.

"Is this boy yours?" The gunned man asked kneeling down. You couldn't see his face for the mask but you knew he was annoyed. "No but..." You started. You were smacked in the temple with the hilt of the gun. There was a horrible noise and the world went strange. You could feel the blood coming out of the open wound.

"Mom look! Spiderman!" You heard the child exclaim. "Spiderman?" The gunned man questioned. "How'd he get here so fast?" Of course. He was already on his way here to meet you. He must have seen the commotion. "You're in trouble." You remarked. You don't know what happened after that. Other than the feeling of being hit again in the same spot as before

The next thing you were aware of was beeping. A constant beeping. What was that? Everything was dark but that beeping was shrill. How could you stop it? You realized your eyes were shut. Was the beeping your alarm? Last you knew your alarm was some cheesy pop song, although you couldn't place which one. You opened your eyes slowly. You were met by a harsh light. You winced and held your hand to your face. That's when you noticed a wire, your eyes followed it to see that you were hooked up to machines and other equipment. You began to panic. What happened? There was a guy sleeping in a chair next to your bed. You considered waking him up but a nurse came into the room instead.

"Y/N. You're awake. How are you?" The nurse put her hand on your shoulder in an attempt to soothe you. It didn't help. "Where am I?" In the commotion, the guy in the chair woke up. "Y/N!" He shouted with glee. You winced at his loudness. He leaned forward to kiss you gently but the nurse held up her hand to stop him.

"I still need to check her over before you get your hands on her." There was a playful tone in her warning. "Excuse me sorry." You interrupted with a forced smile. "Where am I!?" "You're in the hospital. There was an accident. An armed robbery, you helped protect a child and you got hurt. But thankfully spiderman was there to save you." She had a smile on her face.

"Spider who?" You were too focused on the nurse to notice Peter tense up. "Spiderman, New York's very own superhero. He saved you. You lucky thing." "I have no idea what you're talking about," You blankly replied. It was the nurse's turn to go stiff. "Y/N, what year is it?" You thought for a moment. "I don't know." You whispered. "I don't know. Why don't I know?" The nurse rubbed your shoulder "I'll go fetch a doctor. They will be happy to know you're awake." And she quickly left the room.

There was a strange silence. The guy who had been sleeping on the chair was looking at you. You cleared your throat. "Were you involved too? In the robbery?" He shook his head. Not sure what to say. If you didn't know who spiderman was... did you know who he was? When you met, Spiderman had been around for a few years. "Oh." Was all you said. Why was he here? If he wasn't involved then why? Was he a doctor? No, he wasn't in scrubs and the nurse wouldn't have had to fetch a doctor if he was already here.

The door opened and some old balding man came in wearing scrubs. "Mrs Parker, I'm glad to see you're awake." You didn't say anything. You looked around the room to see if anyone else was in the room. No, it was just you and this guy. "I'm sorry. I think you looked at the wrong file. I'm not Mrs. Parker. I'm Y/N Y/L/N." "Y/N." The doctor said in a soothing voice. The same one the nurse had used. "I'm afraid that there's been some damage to your brain. You don't know the date do you?" "No. I don't." You agreed. Then you paused. You didn't know what your phone ring tone was, you didn't know the date, you didn't know the guy standing next to your bed... the doctor called you Mrs. Parker...

You looked at the guy's hand. He had a wedding ring on. You were almost too frightened to look at your own hand, but you had to. Your eyes wandered down and there it was. A wedding ring. Right there on your finger. You hadn't noticed it before and now you couldn't help but notice it. Suddenly it became too tight. It was going to cut the circulation off your finger. You tried to get it off but it wouldn't budge. You were beginning to hurt yourself.

"Y/N!" The guy called out. There was something in his voice that helped calm you. He took your hand and took the ring off it for you with ease. You looked down at the little indent in your finger. You must have been wearing it for a while. You were too busy looking at your now bare hand to notice Peter was crying. He held tightly onto the ring. When he put it on you years ago, he never thought he would help you take it off.

"Y/N." The doctor said slowly. You looked up at him but you still were rubbing your finger. "I'll need to run some more tests but it seems you do have some memory loss. Hopefully, these tests can figure out how much damage has been done." "Will she... er... Get them back." The guy asked. He rubbed his nose and coughed to hide the fact that he was crying. "It's hard to say." The doctor answered honestly. "With this, she could get them back by tonight or not at all. I'm sorry I can't be more of a help. I'll be back in a few minutes. If you need anything don't hesitate to ring the call button." He gave a quick smile before he was off.

There was silence in the room. Well, except for the sniffing coming from the guy. It wasn't in your nature to let people suffer. You just couldn't. "I feel horrible for asking this. But what is your name?" You finally asked. He looked up at you. His eyes were bloodshot. "Peter, Peter Parker." Instinctively you held your arm out for him to shake. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N." He looked at your hand for a moment. Memories going through his mind. But not yours. He shook it slowly. "But I guess I'm Y/N Parker. You're my husband?" He nodded.

"That's crazy." You said more to yourself. "I woke up married. It's like that show, married at first sight." You laughed but he did not. "Sorry." You apologized. "How long have we been married?" "3 years yesterday." He answered. He was still not looking at you directly. He was looking at the hospital bed. "3 years yesterday... Am I ugly?" That caused him to look at you. "What?" "You won't look at me. Did I grow up to be ugly?"

He sat down on the chair next to your bed again and took your hand in his. It felt odd to you. The way he was holding on for dear life but you felt strange. "Y/N. You are not ugly. It's just... You don't know who I am and it's breaking my heart. It's also breaking my heart to see what that man did to you. I should have been there. With you. It's my fault." "Well... I can't say much about you because, well I can't. I just met you. But unless you were the guy with the gun. You didn't do this to me." You soothed. "Although I want to see what my face looks like. Is there a mirror or..." He passed you a phone. It had no buttons. How would you get the home screen up? As you lifted the phone it lit up by itself and unlocked.

You easily got the camera open and looked at yourself. To say you had a black eye would be an understatement. It was so dark and it covered most of the left side of your face. You were almost convinced you could see the shape of the handle. "Now that's what I call a shiner." You gasped. Peter stood up suddenly. "It's not funny Y/N!" Normally he would love your humor and sarcastic jokes but right now he couldn't take it. How could you joke in a moment like this? "I'm sorry." You put the phone down. You felt like your dad was scolding you for staying out too late with your friends. "No. Don't be sorry." He sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shouted."

The doctor came back in to do your tests.

A week had passed since then. The doctor was satisfied with your health, minus the memory loss. He did hope your memory would return and he did give you some exercises to try and help you. He also gave you his number and office hours if you needed anything. Right now you were in the back of a taxi going to an apartment that Peter called home. From your point of view was just an apartment. Peter paid the taxi driver and you both got out. The apartment wasn't a grand one. It was okay. You wondered what you had thought of it before the accident. Peter noticed your face.

"This is the best we can do on our wages." He was almost embarrassed. "What do we do?" "I'm a photographer for the daily bugle and you're a middle school teacher." "I'm a what? I'm not a lawyer?" He almost chuckled at your response. "No. You hate law." "I hate law?" He nodded at you before leading you into the apartment block. You walked up a few flights of stairs before he lead you to a door. He opened it and let you go first.

On the walls were photos of you and Peter. Some looked older, some looked newer. How long had Peter been in your life? You had been married for 3 years but how long before that had you dated? You stopped at a photo of you both drinking from the same milkshake with giant straws. neither of you were looking at the camera. Just smiling at each other. You smiled at it. You looked very happy in that photo. Peter stood behind you.

"The lady who took that photo worked at the diner. I've known her forever. She saw how happy we looked and she snuck the photo while we didn't notice." "We look so happy. I think this might be my favorite of all the photos here." Peter made a noise with his nose. "That photo was always your favorite." "Nice to see my head, even empty, still has taste." There you were again. Making jokes like this didn't matter. The air became stiff. You coughed and moved on.

The rest of the apartment looked well-loved. There were dishes in the sink. Clothes waiting to be washed. A collection of books and DVDs. "Can I have a nap? I'm exhausted." "Yeah. That's not a problem. I'll make dinner." Peter wandered towards the kitchen while you stood still. "Peter." You got his attention. He looked up at you with loving eyes. Despite not knowing this man at all you couldn't help but melt at the way he looked at you. Yes, it was odd but you had accepted that. But it was also sweet. "I don't know where the bedroom is."

"Of course! It's just... Wait. Wait right there one moment." He ran off in front of you and disappeared into a room. He had to hide his Spiderman suits. While he trusted you more than anything and anyone in the world. You currently had no memory. He didn't know what you were like before you met. What if you saw the suits and suddenly the secret was out? He hid them under the floorboards, the place he normally put them when you had guests. He came rushing back out and called you over.

"Did you have to hide your mistress?" You asked. Normally he would run with the joke. Tell you he had at least one mistress for each day of the week, but he didn't. He was worried that you wouldn't run with the joke. What if you thought he really did have a mistress? "I'm joking Peter." You reassured. He only nodded. You hated it. Could you not make jokes anymore? Was your life before the accident void of all jokes? You huffed and brushed past him. You closed the door behind you leaving him on the other side. This was going to take a while.

Later that night you both ate in silence. Nothing could be heard except the sounds of cutlery hitting off plates. You wanted to compliment him on his cooking. This was delicious. But the air was so thick. You hoped your first date with him wasn't this awkward. As soon as dinner had finished you excused yourself back to your room. Part of you hoped Peter would follow you. You didn't want to sleep with him in the way a married couple would. But the thought of sleeping alone was upsetting. You didn't know why. To you all nights so far except the odd sleepover, you had slept alone. So why tonight did it feel so strange?

Peter was on the other side of the door having a similar crisis to you. He wanted nothing more than to lie in your bed together and hold you in his arms. Since you woke up a week ago he hardly interacted with you. He was always in the corner watching you, willing for you to remember. He almost felt selfish. He wanted you to get your memories back for your own sake of course, but he just wanted you to smile at him like you used to. Now if you even glance at him, it's the smile you would give a stranger in passing.

Peter raised his hand to knock but decided against it. He shook his head and made his way to the couch. "You'll be sleeping on the couch at this rate...You've got 8 minutes now or it's the couch." Your words that night swam around in his head. You were joking, you couldn't see the future. But you were right. He had been too long, it had taken him too long to get to you and you almost died and now here he was. On the couch. Why did he put spiderman first? One night a year is your anniversary, he could have stopped for one night. Well... He hadn't left your side at the hospital. Spiderman had been missing for a week. You needed him. Everything else would have to wait.

You sat on the bed, your phone in your hand. Your lock screen was a selfie of you and Peter. Proof that he was someone important in your life. You flicked through the gallery on your phone and there was an entire life you didn't know on there. Photos of study notes, photos of Peter asleep on top of study notes, coffee dates, graduation, your engagement... Your wedding... You quickly closed the app getting overwhelmed but, you didn't lock the screen. You opened up the browser and looked up 'Spiderman'. This person had saved your life and apparently, they were a big deal. You should see what the fuss was about.

'Spiderman still missing.' 'Spiderman's absence is felt amongst everyone' 'Webhead Spiderman officially retired?' These were all headlines that popped up. You didn't click on any of them. Instead, you pressed videos and watched them closely. This guy was impressive! You could see why so many people admired him. The more videos you watched the more enamored you became with him. He had saved your life. How could you ever thank him? You locked your phone and settled off to sleep. All while Peter stayed wide awake on the couch.

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More days passed and your memory still had not returned. The photos on the wall began to haunt you. They were looking at you. Judging you for not remembering. You hated them. All of these memories. You were beginning to wonder if they were ever your memories to begin with. "How about we look at the photos on your phone?" Peter suggested. "See if any of them bring anything back." "How about no." You bit back. "I can't look at any more photos. They are bad enough!" You motioned to the photos on the wall. "Y/N. The Doctor said you needed..." "I don't give a damn what the doctor said! I want to go home!" "You are home." He pleaded with you. "No I'm not! I want to go home, to my parents and look at my one direction poster and hug my plushies and I want to talk to my friends. None of them who have contacted me by the way. Why don't I have any friends Peter? What did my life become? Whatever it is maybe it isn't worth remembering!"

"Y/N I'm trying my best here!" He got sucked into the argument. "I've done exactly as the doctor has asked of me. Don't rush things. I've slept on the couch. I told your friends not to bombard you with messages because it might confuse you. I've tried and tried to help you with your memories but you keep pushing me away." "Because I don't know you!" You shouted. "I don't know you! You're just some man who I woke up one day and boom! You're my husband. How is that not confusing? You being here is confusing." You grabbed your coat and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Peter tried to get in your way. "For a walk. Why? Am I under house arrest now? Am I grounded?" "Let me go with you. You don't know where you are." "That might be true but let me tell you. Sitting in this apartment with you is no different." You slammed the door behind you.

The air was cold but thankfully your coat was warm. You walked and walked. Not really having a destination in mind. You just needed some air and to get away from those photographs. You didn't realize how dark it had gotten. You sat on a bench and pouted. You knew you were being too harsh on Peter. It wasn't his fault. The way he looked at you. He really loved you and it pained both of you that you didn't look at him the same way. How could you forget someone who loved you that much?

You wanted to remember for him. He looked at you with so much love and it hurt. Both of you hurt. You felt selfish and rude for not giving him what he wanted but how could you give it to him when you hardly know him? Walking out as you did probably wouldn't have helped the situation at all. Now it was probably even more awkward.

There was a loud thud next to you pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked up and saw a man in a suit. "Spiderman?" You asked. "You know who I am?" He sounded shocked. "Yeah. You saved my life two weeks or so ago. I looked you up and apparently, you're a big deal. So thank you for saving my life." "Its no problem miss..." "Y/N. I'd tell you my last name but I don't know really what it is." "You don't know what your last name is?" He sat down next to you. "You don't need to bother with me." You waved off. "I'm sure there is a little old lady with a cat stuck up a tree. I'm nobody important." "You just told me you didn't know your last name. I feel like that is important."

"When you saved me apparently I got memory loss and I've lived an entire life that I don't remember." "Oh I know you." Spiderman gasped. "You were in that restaurant. You tried to help a kid. Can I have a look?" He motioned to his own head where your damage was. You nodded and leaned closer to him. Peter's hands began to tremble. You hadn't let him this close in days. He could feel the warmth of your skin. The bruises were already going down. That was good. How he wished he could touch your face with his bare hands and not through his suit. He missed you.

"I've got a husband Mr Spiderman." You joked. Peter coughed and moved slightly away when he realized he had been caressing your face. You yourself even began to blush slightly. "Tell me about him. Your husband." Spiderman requested. You laughed again. "Why? Are you going to beat him up? That was some serious face stroking there." Peter laughed. It was the first time in a while. "No. I was just admiring the fact that you went through all of this to help a child. And they call me a hero." "I'm sure you've saved plenty of children." "But I have superpowers and you don't." He pointed out.

The night was getting even darker somehow. "So tell me. About your husband." "I don't really know him but I'll try my best. I mean I can't remember him, not that I don't know him. Well... I don't know him..." "Y/N. I understand." Spiderman interrupted. You let out a breath of relief. "His name is Peter, he's got brown hair and brown eyes. He sometimes wears glasses and sometimes he doesn't. I haven't quite figured out what occasion calls for glasses and what doesn't but I'm determined to find out." You couldn't see obviously but Peter was smiling at that observation.

"He's about... Your height I guess. He's really nice to me and patient, even though other people wouldn't be if they were in his shoes. I can tell he's upset but he doesn't say anything. Sometimes when he thinks I'm not there he cries. I know he's not sleeping. He's too upset. But he's not mad. Well, except for tonight but that was my fault, it all got too much and I took it out on him because he was there. He's been nothing but a saint and I've been nothing but a bitch. He loves me, I wish I could love him back. He's the nicest guy I've met... No offense Spiderman." "None taken." Spiderman joked in return. It was making him well up, everything you were saying. "He's also really handsome. He has the prettiest smile. As I said his eyes are brown but they are so soft and the way he looks at me makes me feel fuzzy inside..."

Spiderman gave a mock gasp. "Do you have a crush on your husband?" You blushed even more at the question. "Don't make it sound weird!" You nudged him. "I married him, I must have a crush on him!" "Even with your memories gone?" "I said my memories were gone. Not my eyes." You paused. "I... I think... I think I need to be nicer to him. He's doing all of this for me and I'm just throwing it back in his face. I'm focused on myself when I'm not thinking about what it must be like for him. But at the same time, I woke up one day with a husband who I don't even know. It's so confusing."

"Do you want to know my opinion Y/N?" Spiderman asked. You gave a sigh but nodded, fearing what he had to say. "Maybe, both you and your husband... Obviously, work on trying to get your memories back. But instead of just focusing on your old memories, make some new ones. Go on your second first date with him. Clearly, you like him." He chuckled. "Stop making it weird Spiderman." You warned again with a smile. "All I'm saying is both of you are focused on the past. While it will be great for you to get that back. Focus on the future. Fall in love with him again. He misses your smile, more than you know." He trailed off. "How would you know that?" You questioned looking at him oddly. "I. Er... From the way you describe him. You said he looks at you in a certain way, I'm a guy I know how people look... and what they are thinking, and if my wife lost her memories I'd be wanting anything to get her like her old self... Not that I have a wife, you know saving New York and all..." He was now the one babbling. "Okay, Spiderman. I'll take your word for it. But, speaking of. Apparently, you've been missing for two weeks. The people of New York need you." "Someone else needed me more." He said softly. There was something in his voice you couldn't place. "I need to go Y/N, you okay now?" "I'm great Spiderman, thank you for your advice. You've given me something to think about." "Anytime Y/N." And he swung off just as fast as he arrived.

His absence was immediately felt. It was dark and it was cold. You looked around trying to find your bearings but you didn't know where you were and you couldn't put your address into your phone because you didn't know your address. Peter had warned you about this but you didn't listen. You knew your parent's address but they lived too far away to walk and you didn't bring any money with you to get the tube or a taxi. You began to feel nervous.

You looked down at your phone. You have to do it. You had to. Would he hate you after you stormed out? There was only one way to find out. The phone rang maybe once before it answered. "Y/N? Where are you?" He sounded worried. "I don't know where I am." You admitted in a small whisper. "No that's okay, our phones are linked. I can find out your location through that." He paused for a couple of seconds. "Right you're not that far from where I am. I'll be there in a couple of minutes." "You're out too?" "Yeah. Of course Y/N. I was worried about you and I came looking for you." "I'm sorry." "Don't be. You've done nothing wrong." "I've been an absolute bitch." You gave a small laugh. "Don't worry about it." "You're supposed to say, no you haven't Y/N, you've been an absolute Angel Y/N" You laughed. You heard him laugh too. It was a nice laugh. You wanted to hear it more.

"I can see you now." You heard him say. You looked around and saw him walking towards you. You couldn't help but grin at him. You heard him give a small gasp on the phone. You felt yourself get flustered. You weren't supposed to hear that. But he hadn't seen you smile that much to see him in two weeks. It was almost like you hadn't forgotten him.

"I'm sorry." You apologized to him again once he was closer. You both shoved your phones into your pockets. "It's okay Y/N, really it's okay." "I want to apologize also for..." "Let's get home first, out of this cold." He motioned with his head which direction to go. Now he mentioned it, it was very cold. Without thinking you wrapped yourself around one of his arms, resting your head on his shoulder, huddling him closer. He smelt nice, and he was warm.

Your eyes widened when you realized what you had done. You went to pull away and Peter whispered, "Don't," he sounded both sad and happy at the same time. How was that possible? But you stayed, hugging his side. You had one arm wrapped around his arm while the other was holding his hand. You couldn't be closer to him if you tried but it felt right. Natural, like you were always supposed to be here. Peter couldn't help the huge grin on his face. While this was only a small respite from reality it was greatly welcomed.

You suddenly pulled away with a strange face. He almost whined at the loss of contact. He saw your face. "What is it Y/N?" "Can you smell that? Something smells like it's on fire." Peter raised his nose and he could smell it now that you mentioned it. He suddenly went into Spiderman mode. Something was on fire. What if someone was hurt? He rushed off in the direction of the fire without thinking. If something happened like this while you had your memories, when you knew he was spiderman, you would drop him a text telling him to meet you when he was done. But you didn't know. You ran off following him but you lost him.

But you didn't lose the fire. You saw it. A house. You saw a family crying outside. A child had been left inside by accident. You looked around the crowd trying to see Peter but you couldn't. Where was he? You pulled out your phone and rang him, no answer. You tried again but to no avail. Suddenly Spiderman came rushing out of the house with a limp and handed the child over to the parents. The whole crowd gave a sigh of relief. "Thank you, sir." The father said. "With the news, I was worried you wouldn't come. Thank you, Sir, thank you."

Spiderman patted the man on the shoulder and swung off, much as he had done earlier. But you noticed something nobody else did. Everyone was so happy the child was safe that they didn't notice the limp. They didn't notice the blood running down Spiderman's leg. You followed in the direction Spiderman went. You found him a couple of alleys away. A lot easier to find than Peter. You hoped he would ring you back soon.

"Spiderman?" You called out. He jumped suddenly at the presence of another human but relaxed when he saw it was you. "Y/N, you shouldn't be here. It's not safe." "But you're hurt." You ignored him getting closer. You heard him grunt in pain. "Y/N. Go." He ordered. "Firstly, I don't know where I am, secondly, my husband wandered off, thirdly you're bleeding, so no." You argued. You got closer to him. He was starting to bleed on the floor. You could see a piece of wood sticking out of his leg.

"Let me help you." You said softly. "I said go Y/N!" He said loudly. "And I said no Peter!" You said just as loudly. Both of you paused for a second. Peter. Spiderman. Peter. Spiderman. He looked at you and you looked at him. "What did you say?" He whispered. "I said... No... Peter." You gulped, tears forming in your eyes. You slowly lifted his mask. He didn't stop you. There he was. Your husband. With the eyes you loved so much. You had spent hours of your life looking into those eyes.

"Peter." You raised your hand to touch his face. He leaned into your touch. "How could I forget my Peter?" Both of you were crying. "You remember me?" He asked out of disbelief. You nodded getting even closer to him. You couldn't stop looking at his face. You had been looking at him for two weeks but you hadn't seen him until now. He wanted to kiss you. He really did.

"Oh my gosh you're bleeding." You remembered. You looked down at his leg. "I don't care." He brushed off getting you to look at him again by gently putting his hand on your face. "I care..." You started but he kissed you. It felt so right to be kissing him. It felt even more right than when you wrapped your arm around him earlier. Your tears mixed together on your faces. You pulled back for air, breathless. "We need to get you home." "Home?" "Home."

And there you were. It was hard getting back to your apartment with a limping and bleeding Spiderman without being seen but you did it. You knew exactly where it was. You opened the door and lead him in but not without looking at the photographs you loved so much on the wall. You lead Peter to the couch where you began to help him take off his suit so you could look at his leg better. "Y/N, I'm a married man." He laughed about what you said earlier. You shook your head and continued to take his suit off. He began to laugh. You looked at him. "What?" "You have a crush on me." He almost giggled. You rolled your eyes. "I said don't make it weird." You felt yourself beginning to blush. "Even with no memories, you still have eyes and you have a crush on me." "Peter." You whined.

He sat forward and took your face into his hands again. "You are adorable." He wiggled his nose against yours. He could feel the heat in your cheeks. "And don't worry. I have a crush on you too. Memories or not." "I've been so horrible these past few weeks." You said, not looking at him. "Hey." He got you to look at him. "It doesn't matter. None of it matters. "But..." "No But. I love you and nothing you do, or what happens to you, will change that. I meant what I said earlier. If you never got your memories back I would happily make more with you. Take you on that second first date."

You smiled at him with tears in your eyes. "Can I have my ring back? I'm quite ready to be Mrs Parker again." He reached down into the pocket of the suit where he usually kept his phone and pulled your ring out. "You kept it on you?" "Yeah. The doctor said your memories could pop back at any moment, which they did. I had to be prepared." He lifted your hand and placed your ring back where it belonged. "In sickness and in health." "You may certainly kiss the bride." You smiled at him before kissing him softly. You pulled back suddenly... "Oh my god you are still bleeding."

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 10 months

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Here’s a pending-tourism question for you if you’ve the time:

As a descendant of the Welsh diaspora, I’ve wanted to visit Wales for years to see where my ancestors were from. However, I am torn because part of the goal, in my opinion, of traveling is to experience local authentic cuisine - but I’m allergic to dairy. I realize that rules out a lot of traditional Welsh foods, which I am told often include butter and cheese.

The question to you is: is there much of a vegan Welsh cuisine food scene in Cardiff, Swansea, or Bangor? Or is that just not much of a thing. (I presume there are a number of vegan restaurants throughout the country, but are many/any specifically catering towards Welsh cuisine? The goal is experience traditional Welsh flavors as much as is possible, and I find myself deeply distrusting of non-local internet food reviews because often only the locals who will know how things are supposed to taste).

I'm going to throw this one open to the floor, because my instinctive reaction is no, but I'm not vegan and others may have found something (particularly around Cardiff).

I mean, there's plenty of vegan food here! It's just not Welsh, really

If it's just dairy that's the problem rather than all animal products, mind, see if you can try dragon sausages or Welsh lamb. Particularly, and I cannot stress this enough, if you can find either mountain lamb, or Gower salt marsh lamb. Mountain lamb is sweeter, and salt marsh lamb has a fuller flavour from the grazing they do (plus it's super environmentally friendly, because they help manage the salt marshes without machinery and therefore carbon fuels or ground disturbance.) And faggots of course! If you like liver. It's an offal dish.

OH and a LOT of seafood. In Swansea, go to the market. Cockles, laverbread (seaweed and oats mixed into patties and fried on a bakestone) and bacon are the traditional breakfast, but you can also get the catch of the day. A particular delicacy in Wales was always sewin, our word for river trout. So there's that.

#asks #food

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daisyful-gvf · 2 years

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come and get your love / by daisyful

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pairing: josh kiszka x reader

tags: teasing lol, fingering, oral sex, “mama” too many times tbh sorry, overstimulation, a little cockwarming if you squint, exhibitionism but barely, praise obviously

word count: 5.3k

summary: after a day of teasing him, josh does his best to give you what you need

notes: i barely proofread this bc i wanted to post it sorry <3

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You couldn’t fool him if you tried, at this point.

With three years of being with Josh, on the road, in the studio, in and out of states and countries, he knew you too well.

There was no point in concealing things from him; either you’d tell him or he’d figure it out. But sometimes it was fun to try and let him fumble with you until he put a finger on it.

You were feeling almost unbearably needy the last several days. It had been nothing but fast-paced movement, show after show with no time to stop overnight in between. Stolen kisses and haphazard make-outs in the dressing room; nothing solid. Nothing like you needed, and only made worse with Josh exuding sexual energy nearly all of the time. But you wanted to let him figure it out.

It was an early morning; all of you off the bus around 8 and quickly to the venue for an early soundcheck. You sat in the seats and booed occasionally, clapped or winked occasionally. Something to keep them on their toes.

Afterwards, you made your way backstage and waited for him to come out of the sound tech area.

Soon, he and the other three appeared in the long hallway.

Josh whistled at you from afar. This set off a chain reaction, all three of them then whooping & whistling at you..

“Oh fuck off,” you laughed. They continued as they neared you, and you gave them two middle fingers.

“Aw, darling, don’t be like that,” Jake reached you first, clapping a hand over your shoulder.

“Yeah, take the compliment,” Sam teased. You rolled your eyes at them.

“Don’t listen to them, mama,” Josh pushed Jake’s hand off of you and wrapped you into a hug. You hummed into his hair.

“How’s my girl?” He pulled back and held your face, grinning.

“Good,” you bit your lip.

“Yeah?” he smiled, “Thanks for booing me out there, it keeps me humble,”

You laughed, “Good, I had hoped so.”

“Yeah,” he laughed, pulling you into another hug.

You quickly scanned your surroundings to ensure the other guys had moved further down the venue, and when you saw them standing a ways away, you took the opportunity to lick a kiss to his neck. His body tensed, his hands tightening over the fabric of your t-shirt. Then, as you gave a second one, he melted.

“Babe,” his voice was gruff and low.

“Mm?” You nipped the skin softly, licking over it. His exhale was shaky.

“Babe,” he grabbed you by your shoulders, holding you at arm’s length. He looked stunned.

“Can’t do that here,” he said, breathless, “what—-” he studied your face, “what was that, huh?”

You giggled, biting your lip, “Guess you’ll have to figure that out,”

You slipped out of his hold and caught up with the rest of the guys.

“Lunch?” Danny asked, raising his brows.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m good with whatever!”

You headed to a local place within walking distance, a nice change of pace from the catering. They had to stop a few times to speak to enthusiastic fans, but it was nothing they weren’t used to.

At the restaurant, you sat between Jake and Josh in the booth.

Somewhere between the drinks and the food, you decided to pull your hand away from Josh’s and slide it over his thigh, inching towards the inside of it.

His hand shot to your knee, where he gave you a warning squeeze.

“I don’t get why you have to do the whole rainbow color theme, is all I’m saying,” Sam tossed a lemon into his water.

“Coming from the guy who plans his photos in sets of threes,” Danny teased, taking a sip of his drink.

“This isn’t worth talking about, to be honest,” Jake interjected.

“Yeah, cause all you know how to do is make boomerangs,” Sam laughed, flicking his straw wrapper at him.

“Fuck you,” Jake laughed.

“Not even gonna defend yourself, babe?” You grinned at Josh. He licked over his bottom lip, searching your face for some reasoning as to why you were nearly groping him under the table.

“Nah,” he cleared his throat, “They don’t understand fine art,”

“Fine art,” Jake sneered, “Please.”

“How’d we think soundcheck went, boys?” Danny steered the conversation back to something relevant, and you took the opportunity to tune them out again.

Not that you had a choice, really, because Josh began trailing his fingers up your thigh, stopping once they reached the hem of your jean shorts. He slid them just barely under, and you shifted your hips to hide them under the table.

You grabbed your drink and took a long sip, trying to focus on the cold sensation rather than his wandering fingers.

You set the cup back down, accidentally slamming it onto the table.

“You alright?” Danny asked. You shifted in your seat as Josh curled his fingers against your skin.

“Yeah, you alright, mama?” Josh grinned at you. You nodded, trying for an easy smile to play it off.

“Just slipped,” you murmured.

“Hey,” Sam said, inquisitive, “hands where we can see them,”

You and Josh in tandem removed your hands and held them up above the table.

“Christ, can you two please not finger each other while I’m sitting right next to you?” Jake teased, unwrapping his silverware.

You tried not to, but you knew you blushed.

“We weren’t—” Josh started, but the other three collectively protested, resulting in him bowing his head in surrender.

You finished your lunch with your hands to yourself, save for a few gentle touches to the top of Josh’s hand. He squeezed your thigh once, and you weren’t sure if it was a warning or a plea.

The rest of the day went quickly, being ushered to rooms, helping them get dressed, equipment check, dinner with the crew. There wasn’t a moment alone with Josh, to your disappointment.

So, you made a point to dip away from your seat mid-song, just before Danny’s solo. You flashed your backstage pass to security before you made your way to the dressing room.

The cheers from the crowd and the baseline were barely audible from the dimly-lit room. About five minutes passed before he ran into the room, curls bouncing, bare feet moving quickly with adrenaline. His head snapped up to meet your eyes, and he blinked, registering what was happening.

He said nothing, but nearly ran to you, grabbing you by the waist and shoving you against the wall.

You groaned into the kiss, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck, and pushing the other down to palm him through the jumpsuit.

“Mama,” the broken groan fell from his lips, “Fuck, no, we can’t do that right now, I’ve only got a few minutes—“

He bucked his hips into your hand and groaned again.

“You sure?” You grinned.

“No,” he breathed, watching your hand between you. He yanked off the outer golden layer of fabric, and your free hand immediately took the opportunity to touch his sweat-glossed bicep.

He leaned forward and licked at your neck, groaning against you.

“You smell so good,” he breathed, sucking on your skin.

You whimpered, skin glowing hot, wishing to god you had more time.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grabbed your shoulders and separated you, “No, babe, okay, I have to go—“

You dropped your hand from him and nodded. He looked at you with his pupils blown.

“Fuck,” he gritted, kissing you once more, “I’ll see you later, mama, and we’ll pick this back up where we left off, okay?”

You smiled wide at him, watching him struggle to adjust himself in the jumpsuit.

“Gotta go,” he kissed your cheek and all but sprinted out of the room. You sighed to yourself, squeezing your thighs together, positive your underwear were soaked.

You could hardly focus on the rest of the show, but you tried—watching Josh prance around smirking and showing off was always fun.

After they waved goodbye and the lights came back on, you made your way to the bus. You knew better than to go to the dressing room with all four of them there—there’s no way that would end well.

You were the first of them back to the bus, and you occupied yourself by fluffing up your hair in the mirror, re-applying lip gloss, and finding something to drink in the fridge.

Sam and Jake boarded first, both saying a quick “hello” to you before settling in the front on the bench seats, talking about the posters they’d seen in the crowd. Danny followed, touting a bottle of tequila from the venue, settling in next to them.

You decided on a seltzer from the fridge as they put on a movie in the front of the bus. Something to wind down after the long day. You all had a night of traveling ahead of you before another early rise; it was the wise thing to do.

You, however, couldn’t be more keyed up.

Finally, Josh boarded the bus and made his way over to you. As you poured your drink over ice, his hands snuck around your waist, settling over your stomach.

“Hi,” he breathed into your ear. Even the gentle contact and soothing voice made your skin heat. You ignored the drink, spinning around in his arms. He grinned at you, the gap in his teeth showing, making your heart stutter.

“Hi,” you grinned back. He pressed himself against you in a hug.

“How you feeling?” he grumbled into your ear. You sighed at his voice.

“You know how I’m feeling,” you whispered into his.

“Mm,” he tightened his hug, “Maybe we could do something about it,” He pulled back and shrugged, “Just a thought,”

Your breath hitched.

“Yeah?” you arched your brows.

He bit his bottom lip, still grinning, and nodded.

You looked over to the front of the bus, where the rest of the guys sat, and bit your lip. You looked back to Josh.

“Where?” you murmured to him, low so that only he could hear.

He grabbed your hand and pulled toward the back of the bus, behind the bunks near the bathroom. He tugged the curtain that divided the sleeping space from the living space.

“Josh,” you tugged against his hand, “This isn’t—”

He smiled at you, cocking his head playfully, “What, mama?” He pushed you softly against the wall near the bunk, “Thought you needed some attention? Isn’t that why you teased me all day?” he purred near your jawline and you shivered at it.

“Yeah, but…” you pointed at the curtain, “that’s not very…anyone could walk through. And also hear.”

He bit his bottom lip, observing your face, “Okay,” he held up his hands, “We don’t have to—“

“No,” you groaned, frustrated.

“Mama,” he chuckled, bringing a hand to your chin, thumbing softly over your skin, “Your choice. You need some attention, or no?”

You rolled your head and sighed, knowing this was a risky idea, but not caring in the slightest because of the mood you were in.

“Yeah,” you admitted, grabbing his body and pulling it into you.

“Good,” he hummed, kissing your cheek, “Come here,”

He tugged you to the space between the bunks and the bathroom, a little indent in the wall maybe two feet across. Just tucked away enough that if someone walked through the curtain, they could probably see Josh, but not you.

“This good?” he murmured, pushing you gently against the wall.

“Enough, yeah,” you grinned. A wild giggle escaped him.

“You’re insatiable, I love you.”

You rolled your eyes, tugging him against you by his hair, “Love you more. Please, enough teasing.”

He nodded and quickly brought his mouth to yours, skirting his hands over your breasts through your t-shirt. You melted in his hands, and dipped your own down to touch him. One against his waist, the other palming over him. He shivered, and you grinned proudly.

“I was about to make a comment about you being impatient,” his lips ghosted over your cheek, moving to nip your ear, “But I guess we both knew that already, huh?”

You nodded, whining at his hips pushing into your touch. Feeling him through the fabric made your thighs clamp together in need.

“What’s got you so worked up, huh?” His breath was warm against your neck, and his voice was low and gravely. He was being quiet so that you weren't overheard, but it made his voice drip with sex.

“Why’s my pretty girl need me so bad today?” He continued. One of his hands moved to cradle your jaw and the other was on your lower stomach, pulling the hem of your loose t-shirt up, taunting the skin there. It brought heat to your cheeks.

“I just do,” you whispered, nipping at his neck to try and release some tension, “We’ve been on this bus for like four days instead of a hotel, I’m tired of being quiet,”

He sucked his teeth, “My poor girl,” he undid the button on your jeans, zipped them down, and trailed his fingers lightly over your pelvis. You looked down, watching his hand, willing it with your mind to go further, “You just wanna fuck, huh? Just wanna let go?”

Your eyes rolled back into your head and you nodded, pushing your hips into his hand. His other hand held the back of your neck, firm.

“Mama,” he cooed, finally slipping two fingers against your wet center, “I know, I know. Soon,” he licked his lips and looked deep into your eyes, “let me try to take care of you now, huh?” his fingers circled your clit, “Just for now. I promise we can do more at the next hotel,”

You nodded, eyes dropping to watch his hand again.

“Looks so pretty,” he murmured, “you want them inside?”

“Yeah,” you gasped, perhaps a little too loud, and he noticed.

“Shh,” he grinned as he said it, “Gotta stay nice and quiet for me,”

He nudged his fingers down, slipping two slowly into you. You bit back a groan and let your head fall against him.

“Yeah?” he murmured against your ear, “How’s that?”

“Good,” you breathed, “please keep going,”

“Told you I’d take care of you, doll, I meant it,” he said into your hair, “don’t you worry, just enjoy it.”

You hung one arm over his shoulder, bracing yourself against him, and with the other your held the side of his face, grounding yourself with your fingers pressed to his skin.

He settled his hand in a perfect way, with his two longest fingers tucked inside you and the palm of his hand pressing against your clit. Your chest was heaving as he fucked them inside you, with a perfect slow drag, his palm grinding against you.

His eyes scanned your face and his lips tugged into a grin, “Feel good?” he whispered.

You just bit your lip and nodded rapidly, not trusting yourself to open your mouth.

“Wanna hear you,” he muttered, leaning into you, your heads on each other’s shoulders, “Still gotta be quiet, but let me hear you a little like this,”

You let out a breathy moan that you’d been biting back, sighing against his shoulder.

“Love how that feels, don’t you pretty girl?” He curled his fingers deep, “being so sweet to my fingers, getting them so wet,”

“Fuck,” you gasped, “Please,”

“Yeah, mama, I’ll get you there,” He grabbed your chin and pulled you into a hot kiss, his tongue skirting over yours. You groaned into it, a little too loud, but he moaned back just as eager.

“Fuck,” he cursed, pulling away to look down between you. He ground himself against your hip. You grinned briefly before his hand quickened it’s pace, then suddenly you felt like your body could not contain the burning feeling in its core.

“Josh,” you breathed, tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck, bringing him closer.

“Yeah?”

“Like that,” you gritted.

“Mm,” he nodded, “you wanna come?”

You nodded, breath escaping you in stutters.

“Sweet girl just needs to come,” he murmured, “Wanna make you come and come, mama, until you get enough.”

“Oh,” you whimpered. You tightened around him involuntarily, “Please,”

“Fuck me,” he groaned, licking over his lip.

“M’close,” you breathed, “Please, please,” You weren’t sure what you were begging for, but you felt too good for any of it to stop.

“Oh, sweet girl,” he groaned, “Come for me, please, all over my hand,” he was working frantically, his grip on your neck tight, “Just like that, give it to me, right on my fingers, mama.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered, digging your nails into him, and like that, it was crashing into you. Snapping like elastic, the warmth washed over you, blissful static numbing your head.

“Good girl,” he murmured, “Fuck, I love that,”

You came down with heaving breaths, his fingers moving languidly now.

“Hey,” he muttered, touching your chin. He smiled at you, “Feel better?”

You nodded, head falling back against the wall.

“I meant what I said,” his voice was low and very obviously aroused, “Gonna make you come until you can’t,” He licked over his bottom lip, “That sound good?”

You groaned at an unacceptable volume, head falling back. He clamped a hand over your mouth, eyes wide. He giggled quietly.

“Shh,” he shook his head, “Too loud, mama. Gonna be quiet?” You nodded, smiling against his hand. He lowered it.

“Babe,” you swallowed, attempting to collect yourself with his hand still working, “How? We can’t really…,” you looked around, “Here?”

He grinned, “I know it’s less than ideal, but there is a bunk. I think the movie has them occupied for a while. And if it doesn’t,” he shrugged, “They have headphones.”

You laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to his mouth.

“Please?” He grinned, “Once wasn’t nearly enough,”

He knew how to work you, didn’t he? You nodded, biting your lip, “Yeah, babe,”

“Yeah,” he giggled, “Good girl, come on,” he slipped his fingers out and you groaned at the loss.

He held them up in front of your faces, showing the slick coating them, grinning, “Look at that,” he mused. You blushed.

“You wanna lick them, or me?” he touched your bottom lip. You grabbed his wrist and guided them back towards his mouth. He smiled, pushing them past his lips willingly. His eyes rolled back as he sucked.

“Shit,” you exhaled.

“Mm,” he groaned, withdrawing the fingers, “Bunk. Now,”

You nodded, pulling your shirt down over your open jeans, a haphazard precaution. If someone walked past the curtain right now, it wouldn’t be hard to put the pieces together, but there was some small urge to protect your modesty.

You climbed up into the top bunk, flopping down into the sheets. They smelled of Josh.

He started to climb up beside you but whispered first, “Take your pants off, babe, it’s much easier without both of us in there.”

You did as he said, trying to keep yourself somewhat covered as he climbed up. He had stripped down to his boxers and soft white shirt as he joined you.

He laid on top of you as he drew the curtain, sandwiched close against you.

“Sorry there’s not much room, mama,” he murmured, “we’ll make do, though, won’t we?”

You smiled at him, nodding, enjoying how warm he was against you.

He planted a hand on either side of your head and rolled his hips down into you, the fabric of each of your underwear a thin layer between you, allowing for a perfect friction.

His breath shuddered at the contact, “Fuck,” he smiled, “This is fun,”

You nodded, giggling, “Yeah it is. Make out with me, Kiszka.”

“Yes ma’am,” he lowered himself down, his mouth warm against yours, and finally he seemed to be letting himself go, releasing his own want to you.

He reached down and slipped two fingers back into you as you kissed, and you chuckled at it.

He licked your neck, “I told you, you’re coming again for me. And again, and again,”

“Fuck,” you cursed.

He smiled, “Pull your shirt off, mama,”

You leaned up off the bed and struggled slightly to do so before cramming the shirt in the corner of the bunk.

“Pretty,” he mused, trailing kisses down your chest, over your naked breasts, licking and nipping, making you squirm.

“Want your shirt off,” you pleaded. He nodded, giving you permission to grab it and pull it over his head. He removed his fingers for a moment to let you pull the shirt off.

Then, it was right back to it, like he’d die if he wasn’t in you for another moment, his two fingers slipping inside you.

“Slide up as far as you can, babe,” he instructed.

You did as he asked, head resting against the wooden wall. He pushed himself as far down the bunk as possible, a bit scrunched up, but lowered his head between your legs.

A pathetic moan escaped you, your body anticipating what was to come; he was so good at this, every time.

“Mm,” he grinned up at you, kissing your thigh, “Someone excited?”

You giggled, “Oh, hush. Put your pretty mouth on me,”

“Yes, mama,” he smirked, holding your panties to the side with his free hand. He wasted no time, lapping slowly over you. You sighed, relaxing into the feeling. His tongue was so hot, it jolted a response in you. You felt like you were melting against him.

As always, you tangled a hand into his curls. It felt natural. You let your thighs close gently around his head because he loved it.

He hummed against you, a wonderful buzz, showing you he loved this just as much.

Unlike normal, he moved his fingers with determination, a steady pace, fucking you with them. He wasn’t playing around earlier, you guessed, he really wanted to get you there again.

Something about the warm air in the bunk, the close, overwhelming feeling, the slight touch of his fingers pulling your panties aside, the fervent need of his fingers in you, made it all to easy to reach a second orgasm.

It tickled your stomach lightly at first, hot butterflies, but then as he moved his tongue in perfect circles, it spilt over, and you were biting your lip, tugging his curls, trying not to clamp his head too tightly between your thighs.

He groaned eagerly, going just long enough to get you through it before he couldn’t be patient anymore.

He skirted up on top of you, fingers still working away, body pressed tightly to yours.

“Mama,” he groaned, kissing your neck frantically, “Wanna be inside,”

You nodded, gripping at his sides, palming him through his boxers, trying to buck your hips up against him.

“Okay, hang on,” he propped himself up with one hand, “We have to just—just maneuver here.”

He helped slide your panties off, and then worked with the limited space to tug his boxers down, kicking them to the side.

Finally, both naked, he laid against you. His hot skin pressed to yours made you hiss in gratification. He nodded, licking over your collarbone.

“I know,” he panted, “I think I needed this, too.”

As he lifted himself off of you slightly, you licked your palm as much as you could before shoving it between you both, slicking your hand over him. He bit back a groan and pushed up into it.

“Fuck,” he whispered, “Thank you,”

You pulled him into a kiss and continued to pump your fist over him lazily, soliciting the most needy of whines from him.

“Okay,” he broke the kiss, “Put it in, mama,”

You groaned, shifting your hips and lining him up with you to allow him to sink in.

“Fuck,” he breathed. He licked his lip and tipped his head back for a moment before letting it roll down, hanging over you.

You whimpered and he blinked his eyes open, staring at you with heavy lids, grinning deviantly.

“Good?” He asked.

You nodded. He rolled his hips harshly into you and you cursed. He snapped his hand over your mouth, giggling.

“Shh, shh,” he cooed, grinning as he pulled his hand away. “Gonna fuck you slow, make you come,”

You nodded, breathing labored, skin becoming sweat-slick from the tight space and body heat.

“You want that, mama?” He licked his lip again, “Tell me,”

You wasted no time complying, whimpering, “Fuck me, please,”

“Oh, sweet girl,” he rolled his hips into you and settled there, “I’ll fuck you as long as you need,”

He brushed your hair back as he fucked you, thumbing over your cheek, muttering curses and licking over your jaw.

“So wet for me,” he whispered into your ear, “Tell me how it feels, mama. You feel so good for me,”

You whimpered at the praises, “So good—fuck—so full,”

“Yeah,” he breathed, lips hovering over your ear, “My girl likes me deep inside her, doesn’t she?”

“Josh, fuck,” you whined. He laughed softly.

“I love you,” he breathed.

You shook your head, “Love you,”

He quickened his hips as he cradled your head, fucking you hard enough that you were sure the sound of skin on skin was audible outside of the bunk.

He slipped a hand down from your head and slid it gently over your throat, testing the waters. You nodded.

“Yeah?” He murmured, “That okay?”

You nodded and he tightened his hand down with the perfect pressure, making everything hotter and closer. There was sweat on his brow, making his curls stick to his forehead.

You were close again, undeniably, and watching his eyes scan your face as he sweat, feeling each of his fingers against your throat, unleashed some sort of carnal need.

“I know you’re close, mama, come on,” He kept his pace, “Let me feel it,”

Your fingernails dug into the soft skin on his back as he brought you there, heavy and hot, your vision blacking as you arched up into him.

“Josh,” you gasped.

“Fuck, so tight when you do that,” his hips snapped erratically with need, “Fuck,” he repeated, “gotta slow down,”

He rolled his hips slowly, a wonderful sensation as you came down.

“Wanna get on top?” He murmured, “Let me hold you and fuck you?”

You nodded, pulling him into an urgent kiss. His hips stilled and he simply rested inside you as he kissed, tongue licking at yours, lips wet and soft.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he breathed, “Come here, doll, let’s try this,”

He pulled out and laid on his side. You scooted over and laid on your side as he laid down, and carefully, you maneuvered on top of him.

He giggled and pulled you into a kiss, sloppy and wet but loving.

You ground down against him, slick and easy, and groans punched from both of your throats.

“Shit,” he whispered, “Let me in, mama,”

He lifted you slightly and gripped himself, rubbing against you for a moment before sinking himself in.

“Fuck,” he bit his lip, “Come close,”

He pulled you against his chest, holding you, his hand on the back of your head, the other gripping your hip.

“Let me—oh—” he sucked in a breath as you ground into him, desperate. “Let me fuck you, mama, let me take care of us,”

His voice was shaky, needy, even, and the pace of his hips matched; frantic and rough.

You kissed whatever skin your mouth could reach; his shoulder (god, his shoulder), his collarbone, neck, jaw—all of it.

He held you and fucked up into you, with sweet, breathy moans in your ear, soft curses and whimpers. He had to be close.

“Gonna come?” You murmured softly into his skin, “For me?”

He threw his head back. He was almost dripping with sweat, now, and his skin was almost too hot.

He bit his bottom lip and nodded, coming back to meet yours gaze.

“Yeah, fuck—“ he breathed in sharply, “want you to come again, though, one more time, for me. Not gonna stop ‘til you come,”

You growled, driving your hips back down into him. His hands gripped the plush of your hips as he worked up into you.

“Mama, mama,” it became a mantra from him, and soon his eyes were rolling back into his head as he came.

“Baby,” you cooed, neck flushing with want, “So good,”

“Don’t stop,” He pleaded as he gripped your hips, snapping up into you still, “Come, mama, keep going ‘til you come,”

“Fuck,” you gritted.

His face was tensed up with oversensitivity, his skin slick with sweat, and his desperation got you there.

You collapsed into him, stomach tensing as you rode another wave of pleasure.

“Good girl,” he brushed your hair back, “Good girl, relax on me, stay here with me,”

You did as he said, slumping against him, chests heaving together. You tensed one final time and he hissed.

“Fuck, that’s sensitive,” he giggled.

“Want me off?” You asked into his shoulder.

“No, no, no,” he drew his fingers lazily over your back, “Stay here with me,” he repeated.

“You like this?” you murmured into his ear, “staying inside me?”

You could hear his throat as he swallowed. “Yeah,” he whispered, “do you?”

You giggled, “yeah, babe.”

As you laid on him, you moved a hand up to thread through his curls.

“How much longer ‘til a hotel?” You murmured.

“Not tomorrow night, but the next,” he answered. You sighed.

“I know, mama,” he pet your hair, “I know. But I’ll do whatever you need when we get there. We can go all night.”

You laughed gently, “Yeah?”

He hummed in agreement, “Whatever you need.”

You kissed his shoulder.

“Hey,” He tapped your cheek and you looked at him, “No more groping me during the drum solo,” he grinned, “I was almost late back to the stage, and I’m pretty sure the pit got an interesting view of my crotch.”

You laughed and gave him a quick kiss, “Fine, fine. You’ve never had an issue with them seeing your dick before, though, dunno why it’s an issue now,”

“Hey,” he gripped your throat softly, “watch it, mama.”

You bit your lip, “Or what, you’ll fuck me senseless? You already did that—”

He gave a small smack to your ass. You gasped and tensed mercilessly around him.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, “Alright, I didn’t think that through,”

He gave a slight thrust up into you and you moaned.

“Shit, I’m gonna pull out, mama, or we’re gonna end up doing this again,”

You whined as he did so, both because of the loss and at the mess you could feel between your legs.

“I know,” he murmured at your whining, “Soon. The hotel will be here soon,”

You grabbed your shirt and cleaned up as best you could.

“You wanna go hang out with them? Or you wanna go to bed?”

“Mm,” you slumped to the side of him, hitching your leg up over his, “Kinda just wanna stay here.”

He kissed your forehead and nodded, “Me too, babe. Let me get us some clothes so that we don’t flash everyone in the morning.”

He pulled back the corner of the curtain and yelled “I’m naked! Shield your eyes,” before dropping out of the bunk.

He climbed back in a few moments later in sweats and a t-shirt, with a set of clothes for you as well. You struggled to put them on as he joined you, but finally you settled beside him, tucked perfectly under his arm.

“Get some rest, needy girl,” he murmured, with a final sweet kiss, “Gotta rest up so you can tease me again tomorrow, huh?”

You giggled, finally feeling satiated and tired. “Guess you’ll see,” you murmured.

“I hope so,” he sighed.

fin.

#gvf fanfiction #gvf fic #greta van smut #gvf smut #greta van fleet fan fiction #gvf fics #josh kiszka x you #josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka fanfiction #jmk x reader #jmk x you #jmk

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xo-valxntine · 1 year

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valentine’s day (jjk men)

nothing but love for you, fall more in love every day, valentine

part one | part two

featuring: satoru gojo, kento nanami, suguru geto, toji fushiguro

cw: brief mention of alcohol | wc: ~750

Satoru had the perfect idea for your valentine’s day: a tasting at the best pastry shop in the city. He surprised you that morning with a beautiful flower arrangement and told you he had a surprise for you. Not only had he booked a sweet tasting, but he rented out the shop for a few hours just for the two of you. “Satoru this is too much.” You say surprised. You weren’t sure why you were surprised, Satoru did stuff like this for you all the time. “Nothing is ever too much for you, sweet cheeks.” He replied with a smile. You spent the time at the shop learning about all the different ways the pastries were prepared and got to try so many different ones. At the end of the tasting, Satoru told you to pick out your favorites so that the two of you could take some home, but you had tasted so many you couldn’t remember which ones you enjoyed the most. “They we’re all so good. I don’t even know which are my favorites. I think I want something on the sweeter side” You mumble. “I can give you something extra sweet.” Satoru says with a wink. You become flustered and push him away. “Whatever Satoru.” He leans down over you, lips brushing your ear. “I mean it, baby. Just wait ‘til we get home.”

Kento is a man of class and he wouldn’t have your valentine’s day be anything short of perfection so a candlelit dinner date made the most sense. After he spent the day spoiling you with anything and everything you wanted, the two of you got dressed up to go out. Kento even hired a driver to take the two of you to the most romantic restaurant in the city. Each of the tables were adorned with white table cloths, roses, and candles. Kento wined and dined you to your hearts content. “Did you enjoy your valentine’s day?” Kento asked as the two of you were leaving. You nod in reply. “It’s almost perfect. I think it might just be missing one thing.” Kento raises his eyebrow at you. “And what would that be?” You give him a playful wink and smirk. “Oh, I can take care of that.”

Suguru knew how much you enjoyed trying new things, so he decided it’d be nice to take you to a wine tasting at the local art gallery. The two of you spent the time enjoying the work of the artists and spent time discussing what you thought each painting meant. Throughout the night there would be times when a waiter brought you a wine to sample and explained all the different flavor notes behind the wine. “Oh Suguru, this one’s really good.” You say swirling your wine around in your glass. “Is that so?” Suguru replies and you nod as you take another sip. “The different flavors just dance around my tongue. I love it.” Suguru gives you a sly smile at this. “Then maybe I should have a taste.” You nod eagerly and offer him your glass. “That’s not quite what I meant…” Suguru says glancing from your eyes to your lips and then back again. You become flustered and move away from him, onto the next painting. “What’s wrong, Y/N? I thought you wanted me to have a taste.”

Toji wasn’t the biggest fan of valentine’s day, but he knew he had to do something special for you and that’s why he decided to book a couple’s spa day for the two of you. “Really Toji? I thought you didn’t like Valentine’s Day.” “I don’t, but you know I’d do anything for you baby.” And so the two of you set off for the spa. When you arrived you were greeted with champagne and the two of you were taken back for your massages. Throughout the day the two of you enjoyed the food they had at the spa and the various amenities available. Towards the end of the day, the two of you got to spend time in the sauna. “This is amazing Toji. Thank you so much.” You say enjoying the steam for the sauna. “Of course, baby. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” You pout at that. “I want you to enjoy it too, though.” Toji raises an eyebrow at that. “I can think of a few ways I’d enjoy it.” Toji says with a devilish smirk. “Really? How?” You ask eager for the answer. “Come here and I’ll show you.”

#geto x reader #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #toji x reader #geto imagines #gojo headcanons #gojo x y/n #toji imagine #toji headcanons #nanami headcanons #jjk fanfic #jjk headcanons #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu geto #jjk imagines

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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the nights | l. norris

pairing: lando norris x reader

word count: 2.7k words (i swear i can’t write anything short)

request: yes, by anons: “heyy, can we have a lando fluff please where you guys have a day on a yacht with your bsf and their significant other and you and lando take pictures and post them to make your relationship public?” & “hello sweetheart! i really love your stories and i would like to request a fic with lando norris. y/n and lando meet during her holiday in monaco with some friends. they go golfing in monaco and her friends notice lando norris, so they go for a picture. lando is sweet but y/n doesn’t really feel the need to ask for a picture because she respects his privacy. lando’s response to her is a little angsty, because he’s stunned by her beauty. her friends notice and they create a scene in which y/n needs help, maybe they spilled a sugary drink over her shirt, you can decide! in the end lando admits how he feels about her and they decide to try a few dates💜”

prompt: dancing through the night + long picnics with friends + music festivals with local bands from this prompt list.

warnings: language, an angsty and butthurt lando (a little bit), idkkk what else.

a/n: i really tried to write everything from the asks but it’s 4am, i haven’t slept and am afraid to go to sleep. and yesterday was so stressful, writing was my only way to disconnect from everything, but still i couldn’t help to think about the stuff that’s happening where i live.take care and stay safe<3

my masterlist / summer of love masterlist

the best trip of her life? february 2022, monaco, for sure. she’d been saving up for years, and after many ruined plans, she was finally there. it was everything she’d hoped for, and so much more.

the bluest waters she’d ever seen, the ancient architecture, and yeah, the expensive cars and elegant restaurants made the whole atmosphere feel like something out of this world.

she and two of her friends had been in monte-carlo for four days now. and whilst she still couldn’t get enough of walking the streets, finding hidden gems to explore, her friends wanted to see if they could spot any celebrities. so she found herself on a golf course, wearing a white skirt and matching thin shirt, a cap to protect her from the sun. that wasn’t her ideal plan, but after half an hour she was starting to get the hang of it and was starting to like it.

“oh my god!” one of her friends, anna, said, rushing to her. “look over there,” she subtly pointed back, to the right. she looked back, and it seemed like they’d been right when suggesting a golf course as a prime spot to catch celebrities. “he’s that driver you like!” she continued, poking (y/n)’s stomach, she felt her cheeks warming up, but decided to turn her attention back to the course.

“we should go over there and ask for a picture.” her other friend, jenna, squealed. she ran her fingers through her hair to make herself look more presentable.

“i don’t know, guys… i mean- he’s probably here to relax and disconnect from everything, i don’t think it’s right-”

“oh, come on! when else are we going to get an opportunity like this? he’s right there!” jenna complained.

“aand-” anna stretched the word out, “he’s looking this way.” jenna immediately turned back, seeing the green-eyed racing driver looking their way. when he noticed the girls had caught him looking he turned his head back to his friends. the girls giggled. “we’re definitely going, anna stated, jenna nodded her head.

“i- i don’t think it’s the right thing. and he was probably looking over at us because they want privacy.” (y/n) told them. “i’m not going.” she had a weird feeling in her stomach, like being nervous just because he was a few meters away from her.

“whatever,” jenna scoffed, linking her arm with anna’s, “party pooper,” she teased, turning around and walking to the boys’ golf cart. (y/n) rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she focused on the ball, she separated her legs, adjusting her posture as she gripped the club. she heard the group talking, and tried to listen in on what they were saying as she prepared her swing.

“what’s up with your friend?” her breath hitched as she heard the guy she’d been supporting all of last year talking to her friends after they’d taken a picture with him. “not a fan?”

“she’s obsessed with you!” anna confessed, “she never misses a race, sometimes cancels our plans or watches them when we’re out.”

dear god. she thought as she felt her face heating up. she held onto the club, swung back, and hit the ball, watching it fly away. she squinted, trying to see where it was headed.

“holy shit, that was a hole-in-one!” one of lando’s friends said, his mouth wide open. she looked back at them and smiled, then started walking to where her ball had landed to pick it up. she leaned down, extending her arm, and when she leaned back and turned around, she crashed into a body.

“oh! sorry,” she said, taking a step back, ignoring the way her heart skipped a beat as she realized who it was in front of her.

“don’t worry.” lando shook his head, “that was a nice shot. it’s a difficult one here, is this your first time here?” he said casually, she only nodded, not trusting her voice at that moment. “impressive,”

“thanks,” her voice was small, she gulped and cleared her throat.

“so… your friends said you’re a fan?” he raised an eyebrow, and she got the urge to strangle them.

“uh, yeah. i discovered f1 a little over a year ago, and it’s completely taken over my life.” she chuckled, playing with the white ball in her hands, “i’m sorry about them, i told them you probably wanted to just chill and not be bothered here,” the girls were looking straight at them, with grins on their faces. they turned to talk to the other two guys there, lando’s friends.

“not a problem, love,” he smiled at her, and her breath hitched at the nickname, she tried to play it cool. “it’s my pleasure. i can take one with you if you like.” he suggested as they started walking back.

she didn’t know what to answer, a part of her was screaming inside, the other was trying to convince her that this was all a dream. she spoke without thinking.

“i’m okay, thanks,” she said, looking down. lando frowned, a mix of shock, surprise, and confusion obvious on his face. had he just been rejected?

“fine. suit yourself,” his words were short and quick. she cringed internally, there went her changes of getting to know him.

neither of them spoke as they walked back to their respective friend groups. she approached the girls.

“can we leave? i’m not… feeling too well.” (y/n) whispered, anna and jenna looked at each other and shared a knowing look.

“oh, um…” anna started, “we actually made plans to play with them,” she pointed with her eyebrows the driver’s friends. jenna grabbed (y/n)’s water bottle, which was full of red gatorade, and handed it to her, she thanked her and took a sip, leaving it uncapped. “and you were literally just talking to lando norris! shouldn’t you be more excited?”

“i- i don’t think he liked me that much,” she admitted, looking down. “well… you guys stay, i’ll just go back to the hotel and-” at that second, the same body that she’d stumbled into, now stumbled into her, causing the water in her hand to spill all over her shirt.

“shit, oh shit, i’m so sorry,” the green eyes she’d grown to like over the last year stared at her in surprise.

“it’s fine, i-” she looked down at her shirt, an evident red stain on her chest. “i was just leaving anyway and-”

“you should change at least,” one of lando’s friends said.

“that’s right! hey, didn’t you bring a spare shirt with you?” his other friend, max, tapped lando’s shoulder.

“yeah, i did, but it’s in the lockers,”

“well, then, it’s perfect! lando, you didn’t even want to be here, and she’s just leaving as well. so why don’t you two go so she can change, and you walk her home?” max explained his plan, looking at their friends for support.

“yeah! sounds great to me!” anna added.

“oh, no, you don’t have to. i can just go by myself and-”

“no, it’s the least i could do. honestly.” lando gave her a small smile, his green eyes seemed to sparkle as the sunlight hit them. and she was done for.

“okay. thanks.”

after saying their goodbyes, the two of them walked together back to the locker rooms. after a few minutes of awkward silence, lando cleared his throat.

“i, um… wanted to apologize. for snapping at you earlier,” he started, she turned to look at him, she had her arms crossed over her chest, trying to cover the stain.

“oh! no need. i guess i… you were just trying to be nice and i was turning you down. which was pretty dumb from my part,”

“not dumb. really. i guess i was kind of bummed out because… i think you’re really pretty. stupid ego you know? but i appreciate that you were thinking about my privacy and all that. not a lot of people think about that.” he smiled, and she could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“of course. i mean, if i were you… i would want that. to just have a day of peace without a phone shoved in my face.”

after she changed and stepped out of the locker room, lando’s heart started beating faster. it was weird, how just seeing her wearing his shirt brought a million images to his head. her wearing his shirt as they ate, her wearing it as he brought her to his home, as they kissed for the first time. as they moved in together, as she fell asleep on his couch.

“you okay?” her voice brought him out of his thoughts.

“sorry. yeah, yes, all good.” he gave her a tight-lipped smile.

“thanks for the shirt,” she grabbed the hem of it, “can’t say i’m surprised it’s a quadrant shirt.”

“it was the first one i saw,” he chuckled, “it’s clean, i promise,” she nodded, seeing his cheeks getting a bright shade of pink. she’d made lando norris blush.

“i know,” she placed a hand on his shoulder, leaving it there for a second. “so, i better get back to my hotel. it was ni-”

“no, wait,” he interrupted her, she raised her eyebrows, “i mean i… since we’re both leaving why don’t we go… somewhere? together?”

“like… i’ll meet you there?” she asked. lando shook his head, fiddling with his fingers.

“i was thinking more like… i’ll pick you up, take you home afterwards,” he bit his lip.

“like a-” she paused, not wanting to say the word in case she was getting this wrong.

“a date.”

she tried to bite back a smile, but couldn’t resist once he saw his blushing cheeks.

“okay.”

she never was a big fan of the heat, but it brought good things, boat rides, beautiful sunsets, and her shirtless boyfriend. after that date in monaco, they’d taken things slow, but took advantage of the days she had left in that beautiful country. first it was texts and calls, then a visit to her hometown, her first visit to the paddock without anyone noticing her.

their relationship was new and fresh, and they both loved it. and each other.

“everything ready?” anna asked, sitting next to her.

“yup. the boys are bringing the drinks and stuff,” she smiled, admiring the food they’d all prepared for the day. it was early morning, and they were getting ready to have a picnic on the boat that became their home those last few days.

as they all sat around the food they’d all prepared, she felt an arm around her shoulders. she leaned into him, kissing his cheek. she was so grateful for him. he’d completely changed her life the moment they met.

as they ate, they shared memories together. from the time they met, the group of six had shared many adventures since that day at the golf course. they’d all traveled together to some of lando’s races, including the last one in budapest, where (y/n) was spotted with his friends, that was what sparked rumours about their relationship.

“can you two stop? i’m trying to eat,” max rolled his eyes as she and lando giggled, they’d gotten too caught up in the other’s eyes, had leaned into each other and kissed without paying much attention to their friends.

“sorry,” she said, feeling her cheeks getting warmer as she leaned her forehead against lando’s shoulder. he extended his arm, grabbing a strawberry. he looked down at her, placing it against her lips. she opened her mouth and took a small bite, her breath hitching as he ate the rest.

the food disappeared as time passed, and before they knew it, it was already past midday. which meant their boat time for the day was over. they reached the shore and got off the boat, their hotel was nearby so they all decided to just walk there. they got ready, and after having lunch, they all climbed into a car so they could drive to their next destination.

she’d never been to a music festival as big as this. it looked like an ocean of people was out there. she gripped lando’s hand tighter, afraid that they’d get separated. he pulled her closer to him, which made her smile and feel reassured.

“look, we should go check that band out!” she pointed to a group of four, standing on top of a stage, singing in spanish. lando nodded, letting her guide the way. “this is so cool!” she beamed, “there’s so many options. i don’t even know where to start.”

“well, why don’t we stay here until their set is finished? they’re nice!” she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. “what was that for?”

“for making me feel special. this is the best summer of my life.”

“you deserve this. and so, so much more. and trust me, my summer is a thousand times better with you,” he kissed her cheek repeatedly, and that was the moment she knew.

“i love you.” she said, a smile on her face. fear, worry, and anxiety weren’t in her voice. she knew what she was feeling.

“i love you too.” he smiled too, breathless. somehow, her grin got bigger, her face displayed all the happiness she felt at that moment.

as the afternoon turned to night, they made their way to the main stage, to the backstage area. they’d been invited by one of lando’s friends, a dj performing there that night. it was impressive, seeing the ocean of people from a higher point of view.

lando’s arm hadn’t left her waist all evening. he kept squeezing her against him, reminding her that he was there. and every chance he got, he’d leaned into her ear and whisper those sweet three words they’d just shared earlier that afternoon.

with the beat of the music, she started swaying side to side, causing him to do so as well. soon enough, he grabbed her hands, and started twirling her around, she’d throw her arms around his neck, they’d jump up and down, scream the lyrics of the songs to each other. they spent the night in each other’s arms, having the time of their lives, getting a taste of what their future would be like.

they both loved it.

later that night, when they got back to the hotel, she was leaning her head against his shoulder, her eyes half closed as the elevator took them up to their floor. he smiled, leaning his head against hers, feeling her sigh in delight.

they got ready for bed, she was almost falling asleep when her phone started buzzing. it had run out of battery a few hours ago, and now that it had enough, all the missed messages and notifications were being delivered. she grabbed her phone from the nightstand, opening the groupchat with the rest of their friends, seeing all the pictures they’d taken together that day.

“look at this one,” she whispered, her voice was almost gone, from screaming, laughing and singing so much for so long. lando turned to her, he was almost asleep, too. but smiled as he saw the picture of him feeding her the strawberry.

“anna takes such good photos of us,” he pointed out, she nodded, admiring her friend’s attention to detail. “we should take advantage of that.” he said, she looked at him.

“what do you mean?” she tilted her head to the side, watching as lando slid his hand towards hers, linking their fingers together.

“i mean… we should post the pictures she takes.” he started, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the back of her hand, “of us.”

“you mean… make it… make us public?” she asked, locking her phone and tossing it to the side, turning her body towards him.

“i- yeah. if you want to, of course. but i just… i just had one of the best days of my life. and i don’t want to hide my happiness from the rest of the world. i love you, and i want to show you off to everyone who’ll even give me one second of their time. it’s like that song from earlier ‘live a life you will remember.’ i don’t want to live hiding my love for you. i want more nights like this one, where it’s just us and the rest of the world fades away.”

his words left her speechless. this thing between them was new, but it felt so, so real and true. after hearing his feelings, there was no other answer.

“okay. let’s do it.”

the best trip of her life? ibiza 2022. monaco 2022 was a really close second, though.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐰

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 | 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢

pairings: jj maybank x reader

warnings: none that i’m aware of

a/n: this is a bit different then what a have been writing, but the idea popped into my head and i just had to write it down. this may or may not just be a writer insert tho lol. i feel like i’m allowed to do that at least once lol. but anyways, i hope you all like this!

Spring was a beautiful time of year on the island. Garden flowers and wildflowers alike all began to bloom painting the town in a rainbow of colors. And while it was very pretty, most people in the Outer Banks on weeks like this could not wait for summer to fully hit so they could go swimming without having to freeze. While the air was getting warmer the water seemed to stay at the same freezing temperature. The spring air made it too hot to wear a nice hoodie, but too cold to jump in a pool.

You on the other hand could not have been more grateful for the cool temperature.

Less than a month ago a local restaurant on the higher society part of the island put out an ad looking for artists willing to paint a mural on the side of their building. It was to be a paid deal and they would throw in a few free meals. Normally many more known artists would jump at the chance to have their art featured on such a well known establishment, but the very short timeframe of two weeks deterred many away. It normally takes a while to come up with an idea good enough for such a big project. And it takes just as long to actually paint said idea.

And while the strict time restraints deterred many away, the offer of money and free food brought you in. That was why you were currently halfway up a ladder, paintbrush in hand, after coming up with a design two hours ago. The design in question being a giant version of the restaurant’s menu with a little painting of each dish next to its name.

“I'm all for defacing public property and all that, but I gotta say that is a weird way of doing it.” A voice from below suddenly called out making you jump and nearly drop your brush.

“What?” You called out, currently trying to catch your breath from being spooked. When you looked down you were met with blonde hair and blue eyes. Now you might have been catching your breath for a different reason.

“Most people just use spray paint if they want to cover the side of some building.” Oh he thinks you’re vandalizing or something.

“Oh, no. I’m actually getting paid to do this.” You correct the guy.

The blonde’s eyes looked around on the wall and spotted very purposeful sketch marks. “Yeah, yeah that makes more sense.”

“I don't think most people would want to spend all day on a ladder painting an entire wall without getting paid.” You joked.

“Definitely not with all those details and stuff. Possibly without the ladder part many would without a second thought if they were just using spray paint. Not that I have much experience with that.” The way he said the last sentence made you think he did in fact have much experience with it. “Anyways, how long have you been at this?”

You pulled your phone out of your back pocket to see what the time was. “About two hours-ish.”

The blonde shook his head in disbelief. “You did all of this in two hours?”

You shrugged, “The building already has a flat color on it, so I only had to mark out where I want to paint and what I want to paint in thin lines of white. It’s a fairly easy design so it didn’t take much effort.”

The blonde looked at you like you were crazy. What do you mean it didn’t take much effort? You drew an entire outline of the place’s full menu in two hours! Never in a million years could he have understood how anyone had enough talent to do anything besides draw a few stick figures.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that, that looks easy.” You laughed at this. “But how long do you have to finish the whole thing?”

“Two weeks.” You sighed, nerves setting in when you remembered again just how quickly you have to do this.

“Only two weeks? To paint an entire wall? Man, rich people are just plain weird.” He then remembered that school was still in and you looked about his age. “Wait, don’t you have school or something?”

“Yep, but I moved a grade ahead so I only have to go half a day now.” You replied. “So I’ll spend half a day in school and the other half here working on this.”

So you were smart and talented, were you sure you were even human at this point?

“Can I help then? You know, to speed up the process?” He had absolutely no artistic ability but the offer just kinda slipped out.

You were taken back by the sudden offer. Why would anyone want to spend hours on end just painting the same wall if they’ve never had any interest in art. Which from how taken back the blonde was by the whole ordeal you assumed he didn’t know much about painting.

“Well,” You began after taking a moment to think. “Considering I'm getting paid to do this and kinda need all the money I can get, I'm going to have to decline the offer.” It was true, you did need the money.

“Oh I'll do it for free.” Normally those words were only reserved for doing something stupid shit like jumping off of something but now he found himself wanting to spend more time with you.

“You’d really want to help?” You questioned. “Have you ever even painted anything before?”

“Well no,” He admitted. “But really, how hard can it be? Since you already have the outlines it's just like coloring in a coloring book, right? Just stay within the lines.”

You laughed at the naivety but decided to give him a chance anyway. Worst case scenario you just have to go over what he did. And even if that had to happen you still potentially made a new friend.

Over the hour the two of you talked about any topic that came to mind. You found out each other’s names, that you both grew up in The Cut, you had dreams of making a living making art, JJ was more of a “living in the moment type of guy” so he didn’t have a big dream as of the moment, you both had the same mindset to go wherever there was free food offered, etc.

By the end of the hour JJ decided that the little area he was working on was as good as it was going to get and looked up to see what progress you had made. Any and all confidence in what he did went out the window once he saw what you were working on. You didn’t think what you had painted was much of anything but in his eyes, it was absolutely amazing.

“How the hell did you get yours to look like that!?”

“My entire life’s worth of practice.” You laughed.

“Yeah, that's just a little bit more time that I have.”

“Just a little?” You questioned.

“Wow, that obvious?”

“Well…” You noticed that the chicken he was supposed to be painting didn’t exactly look like a chicken. “Just a little.” The both of you burst into a fit of laughter at this.

“Well anyways I should probably get going.” JJ spoke up once the laughter between you two died down. “Sorry for wasting your paint on this… uh, abstract chicken.”

“Oh don't worry, it's not mine. The owner had all of this paint and more just sitting in the back room from when they thought they could paint this themselves. They said it's all free game for me to use and that they'll get more later if needed. Well actually that very last part depends entirely on how they like this.”

“Well If they see even half of what I can see I’m sure they'll love it.” The both of you held similar shy smiles at this. “Anyway, I'm glad I got to talk to you before you go all kook with your paintings in those fancy museums in the mainland. Remember who ‘helped’ you paint your first wall when you're rich and famous!” The last line was yelled out as JJ made his way down the street.

You only hoped for one of those things to be true. Having your art hung up where so many people could see was a dream, but you hoped to see JJ again long before that became a possibility.

#Outer Banks #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #jj mayback x reader #outer banks imagine #outer banks x reader #jj maybank one shot #obx #obx imagine #obx x reader

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