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#have i mentioned how much I fucking love having a figure of Bubba that I can dress up and pose any time I want????? bc it's AMAZING

trashmuis · 3 months

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I bought Bubba a piggy 🐷❤

#Bubba Sawyer #Leatherface #The Texas Chainsaw Massacre #Texas Chainsaw Massacre #i saw this piggy at the store and i KNEW i had to buy it bc it's the perfect scale and it was just TOO CUTE #have i mentioned how much I fucking love having a figure of Bubba that I can dress up and pose any time I want????? bc it's AMAZING #i love him so much i admire him every day #next up im buying a chicken and im gonna make a little cage just you wait #when i get the twins it's over for all of you #now idk what that means but it means something #and then maybe one day i will build the bone couch when i own them hehehehe #oh but if only they had Drayton as a figure anywhere. sigh #tcm #horror #movies #slashers #slasher community #mine

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dreamofbecoming · 10 months

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part two, this one is still mostly stobin and pre-steddie. the first part does provide some context, although i imagine you could figure most of it out yourself, but i'd recommend reading it first anyway!

ao3

part 1

platonic stobin, mentions of steddie

rating: t

wc: 3k

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The conversation dies down and Steve goes back to filling bottles to hand off to Robin, eyes on Dustin where he's still goofing off with Munson. Good, he should get to have as much fun as he can. This is what he should be doing. What they should all be doing. Steve hates that these kids have to be fucking…soldiers so much of the time. He hates that he can't do anything to shield them from it. Not that they'd let him if he could.

Maybe Robbie has a point, about regular teenage life stuff being pointless right now, but god, what the fuck? Why should it have to be? He's 19! He can't even buy a drink yet! Robin is still in high school!

Fuck it. They should get to be kids and think about stupid pointless stuff, too.

"So I know you said you didn't want to talk about your love life, which is fair, but if I keep thinking about dying I'm gonna lose my shit, so you wanna talk about mine?"

She raises an eyebrow at him. "Oh, are we talking about how fucking weird shit has been between you and Nancy?"

Ah, fuck, that backfired almost immediately.

"What? No. Definitely not. Ok, it's been weird, but it's not a thing, ok?" She looks even more skeptical than before. "It's not! I mean, ok, maybe it is," she snorts at him, which. Rude. "But it's just like. Regular weirdness, ok?"

"What the fuck is regular weirdness?"

"You know, like, exes who haven't talked in a while in a high-pressure situation weirdness. The kind of weirdness anyone would be having in our shoes. Normal weirdness!" He throws his hands in the air, agitated.

Munson looks over at the sound of his raised voice, lifting an eyebrow and smirking. What is it with everyone raising their eyebrows at him today? He's being normal! Normal and regular! It's not his fault everything around them is weird and that makes his normal look weird by comparison. He's not doing anything wrong, so get off his nuts already! Geez!

Steve isn't sure how much of that very normal and regular monologue shows on his face, but it must be some because he can see Munson laughing at him as he goes back to playing keepaway with Dustin's hat. Bastard.

"Ugh! No, I don't want to talk about Nance. Like I really super don't. There's nothing there, it's done, it's over, there's nothing to say."

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to talk about that debacle in the bus either. Six kids, Steve? Really?" Oh Jesus. He was really hoping no one had heard that.

"Bobbie, please, why are you torturing me?" He rarely deploys the Sad Eyes on Robin, mostly because they don't work especially well on her, which is insane, because they work like an atom bomb on literally everyone else. He may have left King Steve behind him, but he has plenty of skills left over from those days, not to mention he looks as good as he always has. He knows what he's working with, ok?

Anyways, this is a moment to pull out the big guns, which means Sad Eyes are a go.

As usual, they aren't as effective on Robbie as they are on other people, but she does know him well enough to realize that if he's pulling them out, it's out of desperation, so she takes pity on him anyway. Whatever. He'll take the win.

She sighs, and rolls her eyes indulgently, but she's smiling just a little. He can tell. God, he loves her. He'd burn the world down for her, is maybe going to have to. He doesn't know what he'd do without her.

"Alright, bubba, I'll bite. You want to talk about your love life, but you don't want to talk about Nancy. Whatcha got for me?"

And, oh. Shit. This is the part where he's going to have to say it out loud. He hadn't planned this far, mostly was just anxious to get the swirling feeling in his chest out into Robbie's hands because he knows she can keep it safe, mostly just trying to wipe that awful, scared, defeated look off her face, but now he has to actually do the thing. He has to say it out loud, on purpose, the way he hasn't since that day in her bedroom when his whole world shifted a little to the left, and she was the only thing holding him steady.

Fuck. Ok. He can do this. It's just Rob. No one else is close enough to hear them, and Robin will always keep him safe. She'll never let him be alone.

"So, uh. You know the, uh, the thing? That we talked about that one time?"

"Yeah, we talk every day, I'm gonna need a bit more than that, bubs."

"The, uh. The thing we decided we didn't have to talk about right away? Because it wasn't important? Or, no, it was important, but it wasn't, um. What did you say? Relevant. It wasn't relevant to my everyday life?"

"Relevant to your…oh! Oh shit! The thing! The thing we talked about! That thing!" Her eyes are wide and so so blue and her hands are flailing a little, like she wants to pat him down for injury even though that's not remotely helpful. He carefully takes the bottle out of her hand and stuffs the rag into it himself, setting it on the ground where she can't dump gasoline on herself. She smiles a little sheepishly.

"So what about the, uh, the thing?" She lowers her voice like she's in a goddamn spy movie, leaning close and waggling her eyebrows. She's so ridiculous. He loves her so much.

He gives her a pointed look. She shakes her head in response, looking confused. Jesus fuck, she's gonna make him say it.

He tries one more time, bobbing his head at her to try and make his facial expression more forceful. He doesn't miss his old crowd, really, he doesn't. He does, however, occasionally miss being around people who were constantly alert for even the smallest social shifts, who he could have a whole conversation with using nothing but subtle changes to the shape of his mouth or the width of his eyes. He loves Robin and Dustin more than life, would kill or die for them, has proven it several times over, but Christ on a cracker they wouldn't know a social cue if it whacked them in the head with a hammer.

She's still furrowing her brow at him, so he sighs, and gives in. "I think it's maybe become…relevant. I promised to tell you right away, remember?"

Her eyes go even wider than before, and she thwaps him in the chest with the back of her hand. Hard. Ow.

"Dingus!" She's whisper-shouting, but he still doesn't think anyone is close enough to hear. "What the hell!"

"Ow, Robbie, Jesus, watch the open wounds!"

She flutters her hands around his middle, like she can fix his bandages through his jacket. She does look apologetic, so that's something.

"Sorry, sorry, fuck, sorry! Are you ok? Sorry. Just, what the hell! What? Who? When?!"

He smirks at her. "What, no why or how?"

"I'm going to set you on fire with one of these cocktails if you don't start talking, Dingus, I swear to god!"

He's laughing, she's so much fun to rile up. God, he hopes he doesn't have to miss this. He hopes he gets to keep this much, at least, when they're done. He'll probably go crazy otherwise.

"Ok, ok, I won't tease, I'm sorry. So I guess, to answer your questions, uh…I found a boy to crush on, who the hell do you think, and I promised to tell you right away, didn't I?" He counts them down on his fingers while he answers them, because if he can't act like a little shit to her then honestly, what is even the point?

"Right away…holy shit. Holy shit! Steve!" She looks frantically out at the field, where Munson has now knocked Henderson over and is sitting on him, wearing his hat and crowing victory, while Dustin flails wildly on the ground. Thank fuck neither of them are looking this way, because holy hell she isn't subtle.

"Robbie, don't look, what the hell! Do you want him to know we're talking about him?"

"Oh, so we are talking about him? Eddie "The Freak" Munson?"

He cringes a little at the reminder of his earlier dismissal. "Alright, ok, so I maybe didn't give him much of a chance at first, but the Upside Down changes things, you know that! It did for us, right?"

She looks thoughtful. "I guess, yeah. So go on, loverboy, what do you like about him?" She's grinning and waggling her eyebrows again. Ugh, this may have been a mistake. She does owe him for the Tammy Thompson thing. Still, there's no one alive he'd rather talk about this with, and he has to talk to someone, or he's going to explode, and they have a…wizard…demon…thing…guy to kill. Whatever. They have killing to do, so he needs to get this off his chest so it's not clogging up his brain.

"He has…really nice eyes. And really nice hands." Robin lets out a soft "Oh, ew," before he glares at her and she motions for him to go on. "He's funny, and weird but in like, a charming way? Kind of like you, but different. The way Dustin is weird and charming like you, but different, you know?"

"You have a thing for nerds, Dingus."

"Ugh, maybe, yeah." His mind drifts back to Eddi- Munson. Gotta keep calling him Munson, at least until they get out of this. Can't afford to be distracted. "He's scared out of his mind, but he's coming along anyway, which is the kind of brave and stupid this whole group kind of runs on. He thinks he's a coward but he's not. Going back to school instead of dropping out is brave. Trusting us is brave. Acting like he does even when everyone hates him for it is brave. I wish I had been brave enough to do that, you know? Maybe I would have dropped the King shit earlier. And he's good with the kids, which you know I'm weak for. I don't know, Robs, I just…I want him to like me, you know? I want him to be impressed by me. Is that stupid?"

When he looks up, Robin's eyes are wide and shiny. She looks surprised, and a little scared. That's not good, probably, but he can't take back anything he said. He meant all of it.

"It's not stupid, bubba, it's not stupid at all. I guess I was thinking…I don't know. That it was like an adrenaline thing? Like a 'you're hot, we're in danger, I'd rather think about making out with you than dying' kind of thing? Like what Nancy was clearly doing with you earlier, you know?"

"Ugh, Robbie, I so don't want to talk about Nancy right now, please," he groans.

"Yeah yeah, I know, whatever. I just mean, it doesn't really sound like that's what's going on with you, for Eddie, right now. It kinda sounds like you, you know, like like him."

"Like like him? What are we, 12?"

"You know what I mean, Dingus, it just sounds like there are actual feelings here, not just sexy thoughts."

He shifts a little on his stool, feeling kind of exposed, but it's ok. It's just Robin. "I mean, yeah, I guess I kinda do? Have feelings. Or maybe I will? I'm kind of trying to hold them off, I guess, until we get out of here, you know? I barely know the guy, honestly, but also every time this happens I end up bonded for life to someone new, so why not him this time? I mean, the first time with the demogorgon even got me and Nancy back together, and we were like, donezo, for real, after that thing Tommy did to The Hawk. This shit is better than superglue, you know?"

Robin barks out a laugh. She squares her shoulders and puts on her best announcer voice. "Do you have trouble making friends? Looking to join a new crowd, but can't find a way in? Try Hell Beasts! Our near-death experience package will create lasting trauma that will bind you together forever! There's no escape now!"

The two of them collapse into giggles, drawing the eyes of several their friends scattered around the field.

When she composes herself, Robin gives him a soft smile. It's one of his favorites. Almost no one ever sees it but him, and not very often. "Well, I guess we had better all make it out of this in one piece, then, huh? So we can do all our sad gay pining together."

"I dunno, I think maybe I have a shot," he says thoughtfully, eyeing Edd- no, stop it, Munson, where he's flopped on the grass next to Dustin, chatting happily.

Robin boggles at him. "What the fuck do you mean, a shot? Are you- oh god, are you just gonna tell him? Steve!"

"Wh- Not right away or anything! And not for sure! I have to figure out if he's flagging on purpose first!"

"If he's whatting on what?"

"Oh come on, you remember that one zine that talked about the, uh. The whats it. The code! The hanky code, that was it!" He snaps his fingers in victory, triumphant.

She's still looking at him like he's grown a second head though, so maybe not.

"I don't know, maybe you skipped that one? From what I could tell it was more about men anyway. I think they mentioned that ladies use, uh, caribou. The clip things, you know?"

"Caribeeners? Dingus what the hell are you talking about?"

"It's this thing, right? That like, gay people, gay men, I guess, use to like, signal each other, kind of. It's basically like, you wear a hanky in your pocket, and what color it is and what pattern is printed on it and which pocket you wear it in tells people what kind of sex you like."

Robin looks even more shocked, if that's possible. "What does that even mean, what kind of sex you like?"

Oh, right. Lesbian virgin. Fair enough. "Like, do you like to uh. Give, if you know what I mean. Or receive. Do you like blowjobs, or handjobs, or like. I dunno, weird stuff. Like spit or whatever."

She's waving her hands frantically, her face screwed up. "Ahhhh lalalala that's enough! That's plenty of information, thank you!" He holds up his hands in surrender. She asked.

"Anyway, what does all of...that...have to do with you having a shot with," she switches back to her not-at-all-subtle stage whisper, "Eddie?"

"Haven't you noticed he's had that bandana in his pocket the whole time?" She whips her head around so fast he's surprised he doesn't hear her neck crack. Jesus, Robin.

"Would you chill out? You're going to make him look over here and then I'll have to let Vecna eat me because there's no way I'll survive the humiliation if he hears us, Robin!"

She glares at him. "Don't even joke about that, Dingus. You're making it out alive or I'll kill you myself."

He knows he's smiling adoringly at her, and if Henderson is looking he's never, ever beating those "in love with Robin" allegations, but whatever. "Noted, Buckley."

"So, what, you think he might be...like us? 'Cause of the bandana?"

"I mean, maybe, yeah? I might be crazy, but I also feel like he was definitely flirting with me earlier. Like in the Upside Down, and also at the trailer, you know?"

"Now that I think about it, that "Big Boy" thing was super weird. I figured it was just Eddie being Eddie, they call him The Freak for a reason, right? But I guess that could have been called flirting."

"Right? That's what I thought! And when we were down there, he was like, all up in my space, and he gave me his vest, and he seemed annoyed when I talked to Nance, even though he was trying to push me back to her. Which was insane, I didn't tell you this part Robs, oh my god. I was fully staring at his lips, just laser focused, like I would be on a girl I want to kiss, right? And he won't stop telling me how Nancy is definitely still in love with me and I should get her back! What the hell! Who does that? So I don't know," he sighs, feeling a little lost. "Maybe he isn't into me after all. But I have to at least check, right?"

"I mean, I don't think I'm the right person to ask about that, bubba, but if it goes sideways, I'll burn his house down if you want." She wiggles a molotov cocktail at him, grinning.

"Jesus, Bobbin, alright. Let's, uh. Let's call that Plan B, yeah?"

"Roger that, captain!" She gives him a stupid little salute, and for a moment he's back at Scoops, before everything went shit-shaped, but she's still his Robin, and they're safe and alive and nothing hurts.

And then he blinks again and he's sitting on an overturned bucket in front of a stolen RV, making molotov cocktails with his soulmate, watching his baby brother and the guy he might maybe sort of have a crush on tussle in the grass, hoping against hope they all live to see morning.

He picks up another bottle.

part 3

#stranger things #platonic stobin #steddie #pre-steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #steve harrington & robin buckley #bisexual steve harrington #robin calls steve bubba and steve calls her bobbie and i will die on both those hills #eddie munson #dustin henderson #(mentioned)#part 3 coming soon i hope lmao #missing scene #my writing

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freddief4gb34r · 5 months

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How would Chop Top be as a father figure toward a teenage girl? Feel like he would kinda be a cool dad. Like maybe he found the girl after they killed her parents and he wanted to keep her because he kinda saw himself in her.

hmm this is actually a rlly good concept ty anon

« chop becoming a father figure to a teenage victim »

no pairings, entirely platonic (though mentioned sticks/peyton/chop), fluff, lowercase intended

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it started when him and nubbins went to whack a couple who got a bit too close to drayton’s chili recipe

ask too many questions and you get slaughtered, easy job

but when they went in there and did their usual deed

you know, decapitating a couple and dragging their entrails all over the floor

they eventually come to find her.

they were entirely unaware that a child was present, somehow her ears managed to ignore the curdling screams of her parents.

maybe it was on purpose

who knows?

nubbins opts to just kill her, saying that her face would be pretty on bubba

but chop for some reason hesitates to agree

there’s something about that twinkle in her eye

it reminds him of someone

oh yea

him

there was something about her eyes and her jet black hair that reminded him far too much of himself

and why would he kill himself?

he just slapped her shoulder and looked at nubbins

“i-i think we can keep this one!”

“bu-but what about c-cook?”

“…”

“…”

“extra pair o’ hands.”

so they (stupidly) set off into the night with two corpses and a teenage girl who’s still in shock

by the time they’d reached what they called their home, the girl finally came out of it

she was obviously trembling and on the verge of tears

but chop would never let that stand!

he brought her to his room and played music, being dumb enough to leave her in there alone while he fought with drayton over it

by the time it ended and he went back, she did try to stab him with a bone

unfortunately, it stabbed his arm and he just kinda stared at it

“well that’s.. not good.”

got patched up and just decided it was fine??

he just went and info-dumped about music and the war and napalm

at least she got some insight onto why he was so.. him.

there was something comforting about how he rambled, it felt like.. home? oddly enough

eventually she learned to adapt and stay in this disgusting house

although she had some qualms about the food, a good broom whack to the head from drayton and a rough “sit down ‘n eat” was enough

she just kinda sucked it up and endured it

eventually she starts growing on this fucked up family

i mean, they came to find out that her house wasn’t very good either

hey, they may be cannibals but at least they dont hit you or something (well, 4/5 of em..)

drayton actually tries to keep his broom away because 1, shes just a teenage girl, 2, chop is kinda scary when he yells

she finds it quite nice when chop yells in her favor

when they actually start doing domestic things, chop is the funniest father

definitely loves embarrassing her in public

like if she tells him that theres someone cute he just dramatically turns around with a mortified face

his face was not the only thing mortified that day

he also for sure would tell her all about the war and how “good she has it” as a joke

he’d also say fake embarrassing memories about her to peyton and sticks while she’s there

and they have very funny back and forths due to chop’s 4th grader humor

“yo mama”

“my mom’s dead.”

“sucks to be you.”

“and whose fault is that?”

occasionally they end with “and who’s fault is that?”.. “mine😔..” and he walks away (squidward walking sound)

delightful little quips

he didn’t raise her to teen years, but damn she speaks fluent sawyer with all that shit-talk

they gossip in his truck about people she knew before they yoinked her off the grid

he also would be a very chill dad on the subject of weed/alcohol

he trusts her to be responsible with marijuana but he wants to be present for any alcohol consumption

kind of overprotective??

if a boy looked at her and his 3-second glance at him determined he wasn’t good enough

that random boy better pray he lives somewhere the neighbors can hear him scream for 911

he also definitely steals her posters, bags, perfume, anything he can steal off a victim and fit in his bag is for her

he likes when “uncle nubbins” makes her gifts

also i think another reason he’d be overprotective is because he can’t have kids of his own??

because like cmon guys

ik we all want bio dad chop but lets be real

he drinks gasoline, eats eyeballs, and has probably been through serious chemical damage from the war

and also he’s a cannibal who eats the pretty toxic parts of a human

so he is sterile

but it causes him to be very protective over who she’s with, where she is, when she’s coming home, the whole ordeal

but thankfully, “uncle drayton” makes sure she doesn’t leave too often

definitely keeps her busy

on a slightly more angsty subject i definitely think chop would have some guilt

with the whole

kidnapping and keeping of a child

and she becomes self-aware sometimes and realizes “damn this is fucked up”

but those are the moments where papa chop and his daughter kick back a beer or two and forget for the night

those are morning problems

and also like

another angsty thing is the whole subject of death

me n a friend (love you @pierrot-fish , sticks is their oc btw) discussed this, but chop kind of refuses to acknowledge the passing of his kin..?

like he just won’t really accept it

so in those back and forth quips about the “yo mama” joke

it was once held at the dinner table

just happened to come up

and she mentioned chop’s mother

her grandma, for all intensive purposes

that’s probably the first time chop lectured her, like genuinely and not some serious talk before getting high

he just looked her dead in the eye and told her to respect her grandma, because she’s alive and deserves her respect

the one thing he took from drayton was a strong sense of family and that unbreakable bond

except he’s a bit insane

anyway back to the fun

if she ever cut her hair he’d eventually make a wig out of it

also if she ever felt unsafe or came home crying he will brutally murder that person and preserve one of their disgusting body parts as gifts to her </3

as this is getting too long, i’m gonna end it here, but if you want more adventures of these two, lmk!

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Teen! Bubba, Chucky and Freddy x Reader || Oneshot

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Title: Y/N and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Night

Notes:

This is a rewrite of a very cracky-y fic! I was never happy with how I wrote this shot- I found Chucky was too brooding and Freddy was lame (Though I was happy with how the Sawyer's worked out ^^ I love those brothers so much), and I have had plans for second and third instalment's for forever that I still wanna make, so here! Take #2.

I'm gonna delete the original *cough* Sorry if you liked it, but this one is way better! Basically the exact same stuff happens, its just mercilessly edited and is a lot smoother, plus the characters are more realistic *cough* less cringe *cough*.

The characters still aren't totally right, ya know, mostly cuz they are in totally different settings then they usually are- Freddy especially. But, trust me, in the next part he will become much more the character we love to hate and it'll be great XD Haha.

Plot: At a party you didn’t want to go to, you lose sight of your best friend Freddy, help out a nervous boy called Bubba, annnnd there’s also neighbourhood terror Charles Lee Ray, there. The whole night is dramatic and mildly traumatising (Mistakes were made), but there were perks too.

Warnings: Mentions of vomit and pee, mentions of physical abuse, sexual assault (Freddy forces a kiss on you but it doesn't go any further then that), cursing, and just sexual references. Its the basic chaotic teen movie house party.

FRIDAY NIGHT

As soon as I walked in here, I knew it was time to go home. Everyone was drinking, my only friend abandoned me the second we stepped over the threshold, and to top it all off I think I saw a rat. A RAT.

This was a mistake from the get-go, from the very idea. My shoulder devil betrayed me and I shouldn't be surprised but I am shocked.

So then I turned around to leave, get the hell out of dodge you might say, but two face-suckers I recognised vaguely as David 'Spit Ball' Brown and Erica 'No Self Respect' Banks from Bio, set up shop right in the doorway, and when I attempted to - painfully awkwardly, - ask if I could get just past them quickly... I got ignored.

Now, after 3 hours of this mess that the world so innocently calls a ‘house party’, when its clearly societies half assed attempt at absolute chaos... I am still here. Yep, that's all. I'm, still, here. And I'm very uncomfortable. Why couldn’t I be a 'party animal'? Or even remotely comfortable in this kind of setting? I'd love to be having fun but I just feel like an endangered loaf; Sitting here in the corner atop the kitchen bench, hidden away by some open cabinet doors but still hazardously close to all these drunkards and their inhibitions. I found this semi-safe place when I decided to just stand by and wait for things to die down a bit so I can leave, but I'm now just starting to figure that my chances of that happening, are... slim. As its 12.30- on a school night.

I’ve seen literally 3 kids throw up on the floor and 4 injuries. I also saw Freddy - the friend that abandoned me, - with a cup of something brown in his hand, -. I considered getting his help, but he was... uhh... busy... and a good wing-friend, unfortunately, would never fuck chances like that up for him.

I also glimpsed the town's local nomad - no one knows where he lives, or if he even goes to our school, but everyone knows who he is and that he is the one behind that one time our school shut down for a week due to bug infestation, - , Chucky, in another room brooding, so no one is safe.

Not even a few more minutes pass before another boy, around my age, comes into the kitchen and vomits- into the sink though this time. Then he turns back, looks about with trembling lips, and sinks down to sit on the tiles and hold his tummy. He looks so lonely, my heart hurts. Chewing on my bottom lip, it takes me a good minute to force myself off the bench and from my hiding spot, but I make it over to him, kneel down and tap his shoulder. Quickly, he snaps his head around at attention, and looks at me with cautious, wide, brown eyes.

“Hey, do you wanna go home now?”

If his trembling arms, rested on damp pants depicted anything to me, then its ‘I want to go home’, and he does. He nods sadly, but as if he has no way to get home. Raising a shaky hand, he points at a couple of lanky boys standing in the kitchen doorway, one wearing circular shades and the other a dirty looking green t-shirt. They look a little older than us, collage-aged probably and are definitely having a blast- One of them is saying something about beer pong. “B-B-Brothers.” The word comes out of the boy like its practised, but its still difficult.

Ah. Clearly the younger brother got the fashion sense in the biological line-up; He's wearing a nice button up and slacks, though it looks like someone may have spilt something on his shirt. I frown. “So, they’re your ride home then?” The boy nods, seeming to become more comfortable with me as time passes. To move it along, I give him a reassuring smile and another shoulder pat. “Do you have anyone who can come pick you up?" I pick my phone up out of my back pocket and show him. "I can call them for you.”

His eyes brighten immediately, even though his face doesn’t. He’s clearly had a bad night; Way worse than I have. Also, he’s adorable and pitifully sat on the kitchen floor, so I have to help the poor guy. I smile bigger and get out my phone, handing it to him so he can put in the phone number as I sit down on the tiles beside him, watching the numbers he presses in.

Once he’s done that, he hands it to me again so I can talk, which isn’t surprising, seeing as he had trouble uttering the one word he did give me. I don’t mind- although, I do hope whoever he called is nice. Phone calls are scary. “Hello? I have someone here, uh… “Oh my god, I don’t know his name!! “He, he… uh… wants to get picked up and taken home…?”

“Ah, you work at that chicken joint, then. Was it Nubbins or Chop Top that broke something this time? I'm not paying for it, take it up with them. Or- err- Did Bubba throw up again? I’ll be right over-” A thick, cranky-sounding, southern accented man responds through the phone. I look at the boy with wide eyes, to see he’s watching intently and then poke a finger into my non-listening ear so I can hear the man easier. Chicken joint?

“No, sir, sorry. My names Y/N. One of them feels sick, and we’re at a party at 38 Maple- “

I get cut off, as the man suddenly shouts- “Those dunderheads!!” I jump immediately at the sudden bark coming through the receiver. Oh god! He’s mad. He's very, very mad. Peaking at the boy again, whose name is apparently either ’Chop Top’, ‘Nubbins’ or ‘Bubba’, I catch a very nervous look on his face and he twiddles his thumbs and looks away from me finally. “I knew they’d go to that damn party! Why did I trust them?? Why?? And with Bubba, as well. Those SHITS!”

“S-Sir,” I try to intervene, to actually get the boy some help like I intended, and also make him stop yelling because its terrifying and my ear is starting to hurt.

“I’ll be right there, I will. Thank you for calling.” Then the line goes abruptly dead and I drop my phone hand into my lap, taking my finger out of my ear too. Smacking my lips awkwardly, I turn to the boy, and after a moment, mouth ‘Bubba?’ and tilt my head, look curious. He nods, so that’s his name. At least something good came out of that traumatic phone call with that insane man.

“Uhh, whoever that was- your father?” Bubba shakes his head. “Uncle?” Another head shake. Wait- “Brother?” He nods. That guy sounded 80 years old!! “Your brother is coming to get you. He seemed… irritated.”

Bubba lets his head fall forward, and sighs. Smiling and shaking my head, I get up to my feet and offer my hands to him. “Come on, we’ll clean you up a bit and sober you if we can. I think we should stick together; Better in two’s then one’s in this mad place, right?”

Enthusiastically, he nods, and takes my hands but doesn’t put much of his weight on me as I ‘help’ him up to his feet. As we walk through the house looking for a bathroom, because the kitchen sink is still full of his sick, he walks in front of me to part the way since he’s bigger- he’s so sweet! On the way we don’t run into much trouble apart from busy walkways, but the vague scent of pee coming from Bubba seems to get us through. I look around for Freddy while we do, to make sure he hasn’t gotten into trouble or is choking on his own vomit anywhere, because he isn’t the most sensible person, but catch no sight of him.

When we get there, there’s 2 girls with a lighter just turning it on and off and giggling hysterically in there already, but they quickly clear out when we come in- like we’re the fuzz, or something.

I fold and wet some toilet paper, and Bubba wipes himself off, and fixes his attire. I think we get through 3 quarters of the toilet paper roll before Bubba has decided he’s presentable again. I gesture to the deodorants for him, and he picks out a flowery looking perfume to spray himself with. It smells nice.

Then I take a deep breath, drop my hands on his shoulders and glance out the door which is emitting crazy loud music sounds, laughter and shouting, and back at him; A cheeky look of detriment fixed onto my face. “Let’s go. Front door; Here we go. You ready?”

A second of worry crosses his face, then he straightens his round shoulders and turns around. I let go of him and follow along as we head to the front door. This time is a little bit difficult, because Bubba doesn’t smell so much anymore, but his larger then regular - for a teenager, - stature still gets the job mostly done.

When we reach the front door, its wide open and perfectly clear. I think, hazzah! We’re getting outta here! But Bubba suddenly stops in his tracks and I bump right into his back. Momentarily, I panic, because when I paused last time for just a second, the doorway closed up and I ended up was trapped here, but then peer around Bubba’s frame to his face and see he’s chewing worriedly on his fat bottom lip. I look at where he’s looking, next, and see a big food van, and a small, cranky looking man sitting in the front seat- door wide open so he can see the sin properly.

Ah, that must be his brother. Face more then matches the voice. Furrowing my brows at Bubba though, I tilt my head. “Bubba, is it okay? Is he gonna be really mad?”

Bubba turns to me, and nods. I set him with a focused look in return, stern. From what I heard from the big brother guy, he was way more mad at the lanky brothers then at Bubba. He just seemed worried for Bubba. Maybe he needs reminding. “At you, or your brothers?”

Bubba pauses, then sets his shoulders again like before, looking brave, and heads off. I feel a slight aching feeling in me at his going away, because I like him and don’t know whether I’ll see him again, but then he turns around and waives goodbye and I remember I have his big brothers phone number. Smiling nervously back because I’m alone in this place once again, I waive back, slowly inching towards the door myself.

Then a smashing noise alerts me to the left and I catch a vase being knocked over, and also an open bedroom.

Inside, is my missing friend sitting hunched over on the edge of a bed.

“Oh, thank god,” I mutter turning and going for the room instead, enjoying the quiet once I make it in. But also feeling a sudden... deep discomfort, that comes along with it. I try to ignore that as I move further in. “Freddy?” He was looking down at his feet, completely unmoving, but when I spoke, he looked up and for a moment his eyes are unresponsive. But then they focus. Immediately I read the room, and the girl earlier, and drop my smile. Something in me feels really, really wrong. “What happened?”

He immediately gets up and tries to make a storming exit for the door. “Nothing, I’m just sick of this place. Let’s leave.” I panic and shut the door before he can slam it further open and get out, and he reels back slightly, looking unamused at me. He reiterates. “I’m fine.”

Wincing, I feel overwhelming levels of concern for him. And also for me. Because he is mad. “You say that, but a little too much and your face... disagrees... ”

“You don’t like my face either, then?” Freddy snaps, mood dropping to become even worse, and I suddenly think of how bad it could have possibly been compared to this if I had asked Bubba’s older brother for a ride home.

But then Freddy's words sink in.

“What?” An angry look takes over my face and my tone lowers, too. Nearly unbearable panic seizes my chest suddenly, like it always does when I think something’s happened. When your best friend has been bullied his entire life, you develop that kind of reaction to things, even little ones. Or maybe that's just me. “Your face is fine! What are you talking about?? Who told you- what did they tell you? What happened?” Panic surges and I suddenly wouldn’t have any reservations for going out there and hitting someone- they’re all drunk, they probably wouldn’t remember, anyway.

“Ask Leroy, he was there.” Freddy’s voice is dipped in anger, lowered and coming as more of a growl that I've never heard before, and I want to be mad too, but that confuses me.

“Leroy?” I ask, confused. Do I know a Leroy? Lee-roy…

Lee Ray. Charles Lee Ray. Chucky!

I manage to say, “Oh no.”, and a humourless chuckle is the response I get to that. Calming down, I sit down and drag him by the arm down next to me, wanting to comfort him. But Freddy’s never been sentimental, and I can’t just pat his shoulder and smile like I did with Bubba. He just needs to say what’s going on in his head right now. And I need to listen. “What did he do?”

He seems to be stuck on something else, though. “You said my face is fine, what’s fine about it?”

I roll my eyes, and sigh out a deep breath of my relief. He's fine. “Whatever happened, you’re plenty handsome. Don’t fret! Now, I liked that leaving idea, let’s go. Hopefully the coast is still clear- “Suddenly, shockingly, lips are on mine, which is alarming mostly because I have never been kissed??? I don’t- I don’t know- what- I am supposed to- Why is this happening?

And- and his hands are on my waist and he’s really close. I’ve never been this close to anyone before, I’ve never thought of Freddy in this way.

I- I taste lip gloss. I’m not wearing lip gloss. And something else strong, which I imagine is whatever brown liquid was in his cup earlier.

Realising this is too much, that he must be really messed up right now, I turn my head away from him and peel his fingers off of my waist- but they just get tighter. “Freddy- “

The smell of whatever alcohol he ingested envelopes me and its clear he drank a lot of it, so I have to stop him. My voice gets stern, threatening. “Get off.”

“Y/N… “It’s all of a sudden absolutely clear how drunk Freddy is, yes because of the smell that I somehow missed before but now can’t stand, but also the tightness of his grip on me. Not bruising, but not giving either and it’s a shock because I’ve known this boy for forever and he has never acted like this before. There’s a big fat space between telling dirty jokes and this. I’m panicking again, heart hammering in my chest. I knew going to this party was a bad idea! “Nu uh, don’t call me that… call me Daddy.”

Oh my lord. That's almost laughable.

“No!” I exclaim, horrified, and before anything else can happen or he can open his mouth again and traumatise me some more, I get a fist full of his hair and yank him back. The pain of it surprises him and I get up to my feet, letting go and backing away quickly, hands raised in surrender. I shouldn’t have hurt him like that, fuck, I think as I watch him hold his head, groan like he’s waking up, and lean forward, all the weight of his bed and his shoulders on his elbows digging into his knees. But I had to. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“... Don't ask don't tell... ”

I just want to say ‘Oh my god’, over and over again. This is too fucked for me right now, I wish I was still with Bubba. God. I take a deep breath, turn around and leave the room, slamming the door behind me.

Time to really leave- Oh, come on!

David. And Erica.

Again.

They’re back.

Groaning, I turn and head back into the party, looking for a new hiding spot. I’m alone again.

TIME SKIP

10 minutes later, I've found a nice place to hide on an upstairs balcony, the doors to the bedroom its attached to closed and the lights all turned off inside and out. I can see people on the lawn downstairs but its all stoners and they're rather peaceful. I feel comfortable, finally, and sit down on the ground, leaning my head on the wall, breathing in fresh night time air and refreshing myself.

Glancing at my phone, I see its 1.10, now. I hope at least Bubba is snoozing right now. Safe and comfortable is nice, but I’m so tired. I’ve smelt more vomit then a nurse does in a month working in the children’s ward, I’ve done nothing but sit around the whole time and think about my bed which is so not a good Friday Nights use of time, and now I’m in a fight with Freddy.

At least, I think it’s a fight. He was drunk, so I guess it could be a misunderstanding. But it feels terrible, and uncomfortable in a way I've never felt, least of all with him- like a fight.

“Hey,” I’m absolutely sure that ‘hey’ wasn’t meant for me, but I turn anyway to find out because I thought I was the only one on this balcony, and am immediately unnerved to see the hunched, dark figure that is Charles Lee Ray slipping onto the balcony and closing the door back behind himself. And he’s looking right at me.

Could this night get any more convoluted??

“… hi.”

“So, are you going for a clown look or is that, an accident?” It takes a moment for his words to sink in, but when I do my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. What? He takes his thumb and brushes under his mouth, then points to me and looks out at the dark street stretched in front of the balcony; Apparently not really caring.

I wipe under my lips cluelessly with my own thumb- before remembering the purple-ish lipstick I put on for the night that’s probably smothered under my probably swollen bottom lip. My eyes blow open wide. “Ah!” Hurriedly, I get up, searching my pockets and finding the toilet paper that I stashed away in case I got a stuffy nose when Bubba and I were in the bathroom, and clean up the mess blindly, cheeks bright red. I didn’t even think of that after the kiss!! “All gone?” I then ask Chucky, hesitantly with my eyes still open wide and round. Just so I don’t look like a moron for the rest of the night; Certainly not, in any attempt to make conversation with him.

He holds up a thumb to tell me its all good, and my shoulders start to relax. While I try to calm down from that mortifying little highlight, Chucky crosses the balcony to stand beside me, looking out to the street.

He has a very nice profile.

And he’s more brooding then I thought- And I did think he would be quite brooding.

After a second, I feel like I feel kind of out-of-place, like I'm not supposed to be here despite claiming the territory first, so I move to leave the balcony - hoping Erica and David have had their fill for the night each other’s faces, and I can finally leave, - but before I get anywhere, Chucky turns around and catches me looking around like a lost child, and laughs. “Oh, I don’t mean to run you off, cutie pie, but this is prime fucken real estate here. I’m good with sharing if you are, though- " He cuts off, and pale blue eyes leer over my form in a way that makes me cross my arms. "You’re that scrawny ginger’s friend, aren’t you?”

“Uhh… yes.” Cutie pie? Scrawny ginger? Okay… so far, I understand… for now…

Then I remember Freddy mentioning Chucky and my eyebrows furrow down; That protectiveness from before lighting up again. “Why??”

“Oh, you know something. That’s a nasty look on your face, there. No less cute, of course, you’re like a damn puppy dog- but angry.” He gets up from leaning on the balcony, revealing the height difference between me and him. He’s not that much taller than me, being around Freddy’s height, but that’s still enough to make me feel short when he’s looking at me like I’m prey. Which he is.

Then he shrugs and kisses his teeth. “I might deserve it, go ahead and look at me.”

“What did you do??” I ask harshly. 1, Because I don’t like the feeling he’s giving me, talking to me so familiarly about something I don’t know about, and 2. Because I want to know what made Freddy act like he did. He was messed up, and it wasn’t all because of the drink, nor was it his regular level of messed up.

Chucky gives a great sigh, at my question, so deeply in fact that his shoulders raise and drop drastically. He really doesn’t care. That, or he cares and doesn’t want to talk about it, but wants me to think he doesn’t care. “I guess I musta' ran off with his prey, I… “Cleaning out one of his ears yuckily with his finger, he looks thoughtful for a moment. Finishing, he scrapes the stuff off his finger onto the balcony. “I don’t really remember what happened exactly. It was a couple hours ago now, there have been a couple other girls, since.”

You… you’re a deeply offensive person. I think, eyes wide.

“D-different girls?? As-as in- “Oh lord, who am I hanging out with? The STD capital of America? He glances at me, then laughs because my face must be a sight, because I am horrified.

“I didn’t fuck them!” He exclaims, a little too loudly, causing me to look around. Of course, though, no one else is around close enough to hear that and I mentally slap myself for doing it. My heart’s beating way too hard at just that crass, crude sentence. “Your friend, though, he was about t- “

“Nahhhhh, nah, nah! Nah!” I exclaim quickly, also loudly, making a face. I shake my hands at him. No!! Chucky just finds this hilarious and just laughs it up. “I don’t- no. No. I don’t need to know. Thank you… “Although, things are starting to make sense. Freddy's fragile pride was hurt. Ugh.

We lapse into silence once again, this time for a long while. I try to inhale as much fresh air as possible, readying to return to the hellhole that is the party, to get away from this psycho. Then Chucky turns to me a final time, and asks, “Do you want to get out of this place?” and I am completely at his mercy.

“Oh yes please.”

MONDAY

As soon as I walk into sight of the school today, Chucky saddles beside me; Walking silently but like he’s supposed to be there, somehow- I’m sorry, did I adopt you somehow?? How did you even know which way I was coming from? He’s so scary. “Um- hello?”

Since Friday, when he helped me climb down from the balcony and then just walked off, relieving me severely from his presence, I’ve thought about him probably the least out of everything that happened at the party. Yes, he’s a bad boy and he’s handsome and we talked, but really, he didn’t say much that made me desire to spend any more time with him. I do want to hang out with Bubba some more, and I need to see Freddy at some point.

Chucky is the least of my concerns.

“Good morning?” He asks in mock politeness, a cheerful, rueful grin on his face. For a moment I'm speechless, because I’m rendered stupid by his smile, because I don’t know what it means, because he makes me nervous. And for good reason. Am I his next victim- or flavour? I don’t know if I want to be either one of those things. So, instead of looking at him anymore, I look away and around- for Bubba.

He phoned me last night. Oh- well- one of the other boys, Nubbins, called me, asked me for my email so Bubba could email me. He also asked what I looked like, which I responded with ‘Small’, just to see what he might say, and he said, ‘That’s awesome’; Which I’m concerned about.

But anyway, Bubba said in his first email that he goes to our school, and I’m just wondering how I never noticed him! But, then again, he was only noticeable last night because of the pee on his pants and the sink vomiting. So maybe he’s just a bit of a wallflower. So am I - the only reason Chucky recognised me was because of Freddy... who does not have the greatest reputation, either, - , so that's perfectly fine. I know him now, don't I?

Still, even if I did find Bubba immediately, I have to respond to Chucky. He likely wont leave, if I don't. “Pretty good, thank you.” Something in me clenches uncomfortably, at that response. I don’t particularly want Chucky around, because wherever he goes he seems to take chaos with him, but there is a wannabe-follower part of me that wants him to like me. I mean, he is scary. But he’s also really cool. And that clipped response from me was so dull, I thought for a split second that he might just up and leave, immediately.

So, I turn back to him, seeing he’s still watching me with a small, amused grin for some reason - don’t know why he would be amused. I’d like him to stop being amused at me, unless he quickly takes to telling me every evil plan that’s on his mind, so I know I’m not the object of any, - , and flash him a toothless grin. “Do you see a van with the words ‘Chilli Champion’ stamped on the side? That’s my friend.”

Chucky blinks, but is no less amused by me. “Your friend’s a chill champion?”

“No, his brother is. 2 times, in fact.” Yeah, and Chop top’s a DJ and Nubbins is a photographer. Also, Bubba said something about head cheese and not to look it up on google, in reference to Nubbins who just seems to get increasingly more concerning. Both because of the unnerving phone call, and because of the mysterious and sickeningly named... 'head cheese'. Yeah, though, Bubba wrote a really long email about him and his family and their history. I had to take a snack break in the middle, but it was cute.

“Okay, uhh… “Chucky stops me from walking by tugging on my school bag slung over my shoulder, and stands unreasonably close to me - at least, I think its unreasonable. I only hang out with one boy. One person, really. Not counting family. So my frame of reference is pretty small, - , take a look around. Instead of standing here thinking about his arm touching mine, I look around too, and the second my eyes land on the familiar truck from Friday, Chucky nods towards it. “There, that it?”

“Yep! Awesome, thanks!” Who cares if I saw it first? He still made the effort for me, and that was nice. I flash him a smile, and step away, gesturing that I’m going to go cross the road to it. “He’s Bubba. I said I would walk the rest of the way to school with him, s-sooo… “My voice trembles, on ‘so’. It does that sometimes, just to fuck me up when I’m doing well, confidence wise. Chucky probably thinks I’m weird now, anyway.

No, wait. Don’t think like that Y/N, we’ve talked about this.

Chucky, luckily - not that I think he would scare Bubba, because his own brothers are frightening, but because I don’t know how they would get along. Mostly because I don’t know how I get along with either of them yet, really, - makes no movement to follow me. In fact, he steps back, shoving one of his hands deeply into his coat and with the other he waves, curtly. “Have a good day then, cutie-pie. I’ll see you around, then.”

“Yep!” And quickly, I turn around and rush off to the van that’s still running. I don’t know why I rushed, I just felt like I had to get out of there, before I embarrassed myself. Quickly, I get to the truck and round it so Chucky can’t see me anymore- I don’t know for sure if he’s watching me, but in case he is I want to keep him from it, so putting the truck between us seems like the best idea. Also, Bubba is on this side.

He sees me and immediately brightens, smiling and waving. His cheerfulness is totally infectious, so I can’t help but grin widely back. As he hops out of the truck, I wave quickly at Drayton, too, to be polite. I mean, he’s only the second scariest male in Bubba’s family, and he did say thank you at the end of our phone call- so I should make an attempt.

He gives me a small, forced, polite smile back that really just looks sour, and a nod before starting up the truck and leaning across Bubbas seat to close the door behind him. Then he peels away from the curb and down the street, and Bubba’s left standing in front of me looking nervous and cute.

I take a deep breath and let it out quickly. Truthfully, I’m nervous too. Probably not for the same reason he is, though, unless Freddy’s been kissing him, too. “So, ready for the day?”

He takes a deep breath as well, and then turns to school. Reaching over, he surprises me by taking my hand, and squeezing it, before letting go. I don’t know whether he picked up on my mood or somehow heard my stomach roll at seeing the scholarly looking building, but I’m grateful.

We start walking.

On the way, we quickly make conversation- me asking him questions and starting all the conversations, of course, but he’s surprisingly easy to communicate with. Very animated; With those thick fingers of his - which, I will admit, are nice. Think I’m weird all you like, but strong looking fingers are attractive, - and brown eyes, and mouth. We 'talk' all the way up to school and to where we part to go to our separate lockers.

Its not the goodbye that separates us, though.

I wish it was. But no, I glance the way I’m going and see Freddy. He’s wearing a raincoat despite the sunny day, and has the hood up. But I’ve seen it before, so I know its him, and I know what that raincoat means. Suddenly, all reservations for seeing him today and any other interests apart from saying a quick, polite goodbye to Bubba go completely away and I rush over. “Freddy?”

“Y/N! Uuh- oh no- “ Frantic suddenly, he looks around as if the courtyard is going to tell him what to do, and I know the panic isn’t over the raincoat because at this point I know that sometimes he’s going to turn up like this, but then I get there and I catch his wide eyes- and the big black welt over the right one. My heart sinks, even though I knew that would be there as soon as I saw the coat.

Well, that. Or a split lip, or a band-aid, or a graze. Sheepishly, Freddy stands there and lets me push back the hoodie and see the black eye in the sunlight. “I might’ve gotten home a little late... ” I should have thought of that. I should have taken him home with me instead. I should have forced coffee down his throat and dragged him home and- God, but I was so mad, and uncomfortable, that- that I didn’t want to- Oh my god. “Anyway, I’m sorry I couldn’t come see you over the weekend, I would’ve- if I could have- “I know. Mr Underwood never would’ve let him leave after a stunt like that. “Uhhh, well I know we needed to discuss the thing. That I... did... ” I watch him tilt his head, pale face awkward.

Looking at him now, I know I’m not mad. And I’m not scared of him. That was the first time he’s ever had that much alcohol - not that I know anything about the effects of liquor, never having had a drink myself, but its pretty well known what the stuff does to people. Especially skinny people with no meat on them. Like Freddy, - and because of what Chucky did to him, and I just want to forget it. Its not how I wanted my first kiss to go, not at all, not even a little bit... but I can forget it.

That's all I want, in fact. To forget it. And to do that, I need him to forget it. Clean slate.

Taking a deep breath, I push back my hair behind my ears, levelling with him. “I know you were drunk, and… Chucky- “

Quicker than I thought possible outside of YA books, Freddy’s blue eyes go impossible dark and for a split second he's no longer the apologetic, awkward boy who has been my best friend. He tilts his head forward, and says firmly. Quietly, but firmly. A bit scarily, actually- “Let’s not talk about him.”

And I know he means ‘ever’, so I shut my mouth. And also look away from his face, because right now he’s way too intense and its overwhelming, and I can’t just look straight into the storm like that. Over his shoulder, my heart sizes at the sight of Chucky, who smirks and disappears behind a building. Christ. Looking quickly back at Freddy, I try to smile. To cheer him up and make the surprisingly scary look on his familiar face, go away. “Can we just forget all about it? And I mean it. All about it- the whole party. I had a terrible time and you're never convincing me to go to another one, you got it?”

"Oh really?" He immediately does a 180 and the left corner of his mouth quirks up, a mischievous grin on his face. "Never? You had that bad a time? I didn't think all of it was so bad... " I smile back at him seeing the improved mood he's sporting... before I realise what that smirk means. Something dirty. And groan. "There were highlights!"

"No. No, never. Ever!" I exclaim, walking off towards our lockers. "I'm only listening to my shoulder angel from now on!- And don't say stuff like that you creep!" His arm slithers into the crook of mine as we walk, and I turn my head to face him.

"Angel? I thought you only had a devil?" Freddy asks, clearly thinking of himself. I flash him a smirk, back.

Then turn to face the way we're headed. "Not anymore!"

"Aw, see now I new the party wasn't all bad... "

"Never again Freddy."

"We'll see."

"No."

"Uhuh."

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Future s/o who dresses up in Lolita fashion.

Future Lolita

Includes: Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire

SFW

TW: Mentions of Murder

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This is a cute idea, I love Lolita fashion it's so cute! Once again, I'm still tired from these last few days, so this is a bit on the shorter side, but I can fix that if you'd like!

I'm so tired I misread your ask and thought you were asking for an s/o from the future, so it was fun realizing that mistake after writing some of it TT

If there's anything you'd like changed lmk and I'll fix it, enjoy!

Freddy Krueger:

Freddy is definitely intrigued by your style the first time he sees you

After all, it's not everyday you see someone wearing such bold clothes

He'll spend a few nights observing your dreams to try and figure out what you're all about, but let's be real here, it's Freddy, he'll get impatient rather quickly and show himself to you

"What the fuck are you wearing!?"

"Who the fuck are you!?"

He'll probably try to bully you at first and mock you for your clothes (don’t worry, it won’t last long) but in reality, he thinks they’re really pretty

After he decides not to kill you, he'll make it a habit to cut your clothes with his glove, just to get a rise out of you most of the time

"Freddy! Do you know how much this outfit cost me!?"

*que maniacal laughter as he keeps doing it*

If you stop wearing the clothes though, he'll get upset

"What are you wearing?"

"Pajamas...?"

"Yea, but it's not the frilly shit, why aren't you wearing that?"

After two and two clicks, he'll promise to not cut up your clothes anymore, as long as you'll wear them again

Michael Myers:

Michael definitely loves your style, the fluffs, the layers, the headwear, especially

Don't be surprised if you walk in on him wearing one of your hats (with the mask still on)

He's constantly wanting to touch your clothes, he can't help it, the buttons and the ribbons are just too interesting!

He thinks that your style is unique and adorable, and just loves watching you get ready

You'll catch him staring a lot

Expect to get jumpscared a lot as well, as he won't make his presence known before walking up and simply grabbing a hold of your outfit

He’ll probably end up tearing several outfits up by pulling on them to get a better look (mans doesn’t know his own strength I swear)

You’ll definitely have to tell him more than once why he can’t be so rough with your stuff

When he’s out and about he’ll see things that remind him of your style, and he won’t hesitate to steal get them for you

Anything a victim may have owned would be yours if he had the slightest hunch that it would fit your style, so expect a lot of bloody gifts

Jason Voorhees:

Jason thinks your style is so unique and different, it’s definitely something he enjoys

He’ll be worried about your clothes getting dirty being out in the forest, so make sure you have a few outfits specifically for going outside

Pamela adores your style as well, thinking you’re so adorable and absolutely perfect for her son

“Oh, Jason, aren’t they just the cutest thing?”

*que a lot of quick seemingly random nods as jason and his mother absolutely coo over you*

Like Michael, Jason will have a fascination with touching your clothes, the colors and the design is so eye catching, and the fabric is soft against his rough hands

He’ll be extra careful not to mess anything up, though, living out in the camp can make it harder for you to get replacements and he knows that

And if he sees a victim wearing anything that he thinks you’d like, he’s grabbing it for you!

Please give him kisses and thank him for doing such a kind thing, his undead heart will melt

Bubba Sawyer:

Oh Bubba LOVES this

Your style, your outfits, your makeup, he loves everything about you

He’ll definitely want you to do his makeup, he thinks yours is so cute, and he would love to match you!

He won’t let you in certain parts of the house in those clothes though, the last thing he wants is blood getting on them

The twins definitely think your style is cool, Drayton thinks it’s too much, but definitely doesn’t hate it

Bubba loves watching you get ready, no matter how long it takes he’ll sit with you and watch you get dressed

He thinks the colors and the layers are just so cute, and if you ask him how you look (with a little spin) he’ll babble happily and give you so many kisses

Like Michael and Jason, if he sees something that a victim had that slightly matches your style, he’s getting it for you

Unlike Michael, he’ll make sure he cleans it off before giving it to you

He might accidentally mess up a couple of outfits, and when he does he’s so upset, he didn’t mean to, he just doesn’t realize his own strength

You’ll have to reassure him that it’s fine, and that you’re not mad at him

After that he’ll start being a lot more careful when he touches your clothes, something he will do often

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas was surprised by your style when he first saw you

It was loud and different, and he couldn’t help but stare at how pretty and frilly it was

He enjoys your style, but stops himself from touching you when you’re wearing it because he doesn’t want to risk messing it up in anyway

After you explain to him that it’s okay for him to touch you when you’re dressed up, he’ll be hesitant about it at first but slowly grow to love the way the fabric feels when he’s holding you

Luda Mae thinks your style is beautiful and unique, so long as you stay modest with it

Hoyt gave up on trying to mock you for your outfits, as that was something Thomas shut down rather quickly

He’ll enjoy making jewelry for you, and little trinkets he’ll think you’ll enjoy

Please wear them, if you don’t he might just stop doing it, afraid that you hate them

He loves watching you do your makeup everyday, thinking it’s so pretty and captivating

Like Jason, he’ll worry about you getting your outfits dirty and messy when you go outside, so it’s best to have a couple set to the side for those days he takes you on a picnic

Overall he loves your style and thinks you yourself are unique, and that’s what intrigues him to spare you in the first place

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms loves your style, and will definitely be the one most likely to ruin the most outfits by grabbing a hold of them roughly

He loved how fluffy and colorful they are, and wants to pull on the buttons and ribbons so he can get a better look

He’s not really worried about how expensive the outfits are, and probably will only calm his behavior down a little after you pester him about it enough

You’re also going to need to keep your stuff locked away because I can assure you if you don’t he will end up ripping the ribbons off of all of them and tearing the fabric

He doesn’t do it intentionally, he just thinks that it’s so pretty and he just wants to touch it and then— it’s torn…

He’ll love watching you get dressed and ready each day, thinking that it’s just so pretty and eye catching

He’ll want to cuddle a LOT, like an abnormal amount

He thinks you have the style of a doll, and he just wants to hold you and play with you

You’ll definitely have to order a new outfit weekly

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og-danny-dorito · 3 years

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[ 𝕊𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕠 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 ]

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⚠𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤⚠️: mentions of sexual content but other than that none this shit wholesome

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𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕙𝕞𝕤: - forehead kisses are pretty regular before you meet him since it's mandatory to give him a goodnight kiss

- it's only when brahms starts demanding them AFTER he revealed himself that they probably get less frequent and thats because the forehead kisses get replaced with cheek and mouth kisses

- or sometimes full-on makeout sessions

- kissing him on his forehead is usually something he gets as a reward for doing something good like picking up after himself or helping you around the kitchen

- it becomes so normal to give him a forehead kiss after he does good that every time he completes a task he leans down/leans forward and taps his forehead so you can give him a kiss

- he just wants your love and approval don't @ him

- 10/10 needy boy

𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕖𝕝: - how tf did you get up there - no seriously he's almost taller than a door how did you...? - okay well, regardless of how you reached this bitch's head your forehead kiss is most likely going to earn you a rough grip on your arm if you don't warn him - the most likely situation that this would happen is late at night when you haven't fallen asleep yet with mikey curled up to your side with your head in his chest - if it weren't for the fact that he sleeps like someone's going to attack him in his sleep you might've been able to get away with it, but the rough hand on your shoulder preventing you from moving any closer is proof of being caught - he eventually lets go and lets you kiss him because he's too tired, but he isn't too cool with intimacy that he doesn't initiate - if you've been together for a while and you do it it's cool, but your best bet is to do it while patching him up form being hurt or when he's too tired to deny you

- 8/10 you might get your throat crushed but its cool 𝕁𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟:

- i don't know how you got up there but he is WRAPPED around your finger - like he already loved you more than his undead heart could manage but when you tenderly kiss him on the forehead so casually while ya'll are just laying around or doing normal tasks? yeah mans might shut down

- nonsexual intimacy just makes his heart explode PLEASE - if you pull this shit on him you're gonna ether get attacked with kisses in turn, forced into a bearhug, or all of the above - 100/10 do it all the time please he loves it 𝔹𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕒:

- P L E A SE GIVE HIM KISSES

- give him ALL kisses he gets so upset if you don't give him at least a thousand a day

- like it's started to become a game to him. where are you gonna kiss him next? the temple? the hand? the cheek? he gets so excited just thinking about it!!! - kissing him on the forehead while bringing down some food and sweet tea while he works will make him a blubbery and squealey mess - like you love him that much that you'll just kiss and love on him whenever?!?!

- he starts doing it in turn because it makes him so happy when you do it to him. that or he starts hugging you and babbling happily whenever you're within 5 feet of each other - 1000/10 loves all affection 𝔹𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪 & 𝕊𝕥𝕦:

- billy pretends to hate when you do it because he's "not a fucking kid" but he starts to get upset when you give stu kisses and don't give him any like a jealous child

- stu will literally take any sort of positive contact with open arms but he makes it weird by saying "thanks mom/dad/parental figure" - billy's kinda hesitant with being affectionate since he's kinda traumatized but after a bit of warming up to it he actually kinda likes random acts of affection?

- like he has this mentality that if you're being affectionate you want sex but after he realizes that you can be intimate without getting down and dirty he ends up liking it more than he likes sexual intimacy since it means more to him

- stu will literally kiss both of you any chance he gets with no hesitations

- and he will kiss EVERYWHERE. like don't be surprised if this man just kisses the back of your neck out of nowhere okay he has no self control

- its good there are three of you because just one person wouldn't be able to handle all of the love stu has to offer

- 7/10 for billy since it needs progress but 8/10 for stu since he makes dumb jokes but means well

ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟:

- he's so awkward forgive him

- no like he literally doesn't know what to do when you first do it so he just kinda stands there for a second before nodding a "thank you" and leaving the room to recuperate

- on the outside he's all but on the inside he's like - he likes it but like? doesn't know?? how to ask for more??? - you can usually tell that he wants more because he starts nudging his head into your shoulder and waiting for you to give him kisses - a better option is to give him kisses on his mask filter! it's kinda like a lip kiss but not quite, and it's wholesome enough to make him have a good mood for the rest of the day

- like he might let a few victims die faster just because you gave him mask kisses before he went out - 6/10 he's awkward as all hell

𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤:

- bro,,, thomas is so sad bro

- like,,, he just doesn't feel like you really care about him a lot of the time and doesn't feel like you deserve him and it gets him down so PLEASE show him affection

- like on the outside he may seem scared of it and might push you away, just be patient with him

- thomas ESPECIALLY doesn't like his face so kissing his face and telling him he looks handsome kinda makes him want to break down in tears right there

- like bubba he loves affection, but he's more timid and nervous about asking for it

- you can usually tell that he wants your attention from his nervous glances at you across the room and his sudden close proximity when you're walking around, so just turn around and hug him every once in a while!! or give him some smooches

- he might not offer them back but he returns the sentiment by nuzzling into your neck and humming if you play with his hair

- 9/10 just because he's super hesitant but needs it regardless

𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕪: - y'all bacon bits cannot take one fucking thing seriously

- SKJDFN like if you give him a forehead kiss he'll try to lick your chin or push you away he's such an ass

- it's honestly just because genuine heartfelt affection brings up emotions he's not good at dealing with so he avoids it by counteracting with stupidity but whatever

- do not give him forehead kisses or you'll get your neck bitten i mean it

- 2/10 he's a dumbass

𝕍𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣:

- this man is BUILT for forehead kisses. look at that forehead. look at that sittable lap. look at those hugging arms.

- vincent will literally accept any sort of positive contact as long as you warn/ask him beforehand

- asking to kiss his forehead will earn you a shy nod, and doing so will result in a very blushy and embarrassed wax man

- FR THO like he will still get flustered and loose track of what he's doing if he thinks about it for a month after

- the fact that you kissed his face really sells it considering (like thomas) he's never liked his face

- kissing his BARE face for the first time though? oh my god he's going to start crying

- NO BUT FR SKJDFNK

- 10/10 he just,,,, loves you so much PLEASE

𝔹𝕠 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣: - c'mon now y'all really think he's gonna let you do that

- as soon as you lean in to kiss his forehead he's gonna push you away like "what are you doing" and go back to his business okay this man doesn't do intimacy

- unless he's in the safety of his room though

- if y'all are 100% alone it's okay even though he's kinda hesitant, but he's awkward and doesn't know how to return it in a way that isn't sexual

- like everyone paints him to be smooth n shit but i know for a FACT he doesn't know how to deal with genuine intimacy and it's because he's never had a healthy relationship in his life

- so you presenting that is weird and foreign and will take a lot of time for him to get used to

- 4/10 don't do that unless you're like a few months in

𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖! 𝕐𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕛𝕒:

- what are you doing

- why are you doing that

- wait no don't stop-

- yeah soft intimacy is something he's still kinda getting used to. he doesn't hate it, but it still catches him off guard since he doesn't?? really know??? what to do????

- kinda just coos affectionately into your chest and holds you there for a second before placing a kiss (or like the closest he can get to one with those tusks and lack of lips) on whatever exposed area of skin is the closest but he gets an A for effort

- 9/10 doesn't know what to do but still enthusiastic!!

ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕪𝕞𝕒𝕟:

- while he PREFERS hand kisses cause he's classy, he doesn't mind forehead kisses at all

- in fact, if he's taller than you they're really common for him to give!

- if you return them he's pleasantly surprised and can't help but get all soft because of it

- 11/10 not much else to say here just a wholesome man

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[ 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘! ℝ𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕. :) ]

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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Just Peachy.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of injuries and blood, overall very fluffy and cute

Requested: nope

Summary: in which Y/N gets hurt and Ransom is the perfect fiancé.

Author's Note: hiya peeps! ok im gonna say it,,, im a hoe for soft!ransom idc idc. enjoy!

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"If anything happens while I'm at work, if you get hurt, don't hesitate to call me, alright? I'll be home in 15 minutes. Just call." Wise words by Ransom Drysdale, her fiancé.

Was she going to do that? Nope! Y/N grumbled from her position on the ground; she was walking down the stairs when she had tripped and fallen, ending up in a heap on the floor with one ankle definitely broken and a cut on her temple. Slowly, as the pain got too much to bear, she started crawling to the best of her abilities towards the bathroom to get the first aid kit.

As she neared the bathroom her hopes went up, until she saw the cupboard above the sink on top of which the first aid kit was kept. "Who fucking keeps it so high up?" she cursed under her breath as she grabbed the sink, slowly standing up, praying the sink wouldn't break under her as she applied her full body weight on the poor thing. She was successful.

Now putting her entire weight on her good foot, she reached up and, severely underestimating the weight of the kit, yanked it up, causing the heavy box to come crashing down on her. "Damn it, fucking son of a—" she cursed loudly as the box knocked her off her already weak feet. She fell on her back with a grunt and the heavy box landed on her chest, forcing her to exhale a breath. "Fuck."

Y/N forgot to hear a painful crunch.

She started lifting her hands to push the kit away when a sharp pain shot through her left wrist, causing her to wince. "Oh, great, another broken limb? Just what I needed. Great. Fucking peachy," she muttered and shoved the box away with her right hand, moving to sit up. She tried to crawl out of the bathroom but this time, with only one hand to support her, the task was perilous.

Ransom tapped his fingers on his desk at work in the tune of his favorite song, frowning at the blank open document in front of him. He was working on his second book, but today, inspiration was nowhere to be found. No ideas were coming to his head on how to proceed with the next chapter. I wonder what Y/N is doing, he thought and smiled softly at the thought of his fiancée.

Ransom and Y/N met at a party thrown by a mutual friend. He was being his usual, bitter self in the gardens outside the lavish mansion (yes, a mansion) when Y/N had approached him first. "Hi there, I'm Y/N. I noticed you were being too quiet and you slipped out, and wondered if you wanted to talk to someone?"

He wanted to push her away for talking to him like that, especially since he left the house for a reason, but instead he just smiled at her. A genuine smile. "I'd like that a lot." And so, they talked. Ransom was proud to announce that he had first fallen for her nature, her personality and her demeanor instead of her looks, which was what made their relationship special.

At least for Ransom, given the type of man he used to be.

Y/N was extremely gorgeous in his eyes. That was simply an added bonus. By the end of the party, both of them had walked into the house again and Ransom had put on quite a show about asking her out to dinner, which she readily agreed to. She knew what kind of a man he was; spoiled, full of himself and had a big attitude problem but that one talk with him changed her perception of Ransom Drysdale.

He was truly nice to the people he cared about, one of them being her. They talked for a short while and he was nothing short of polite, sweet and funny at times. He flirted endlessly since that was part of his personality but she didn't mind, she liked it, even. Ever since that day, they were inseparable and now, 4 years later, engaged.

"Fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit…" Y/N chanted as she slowly crawled to the living room, the pain in her body increasing by the minute. Finally putting her pride aside, she grabbed her phone off the couch and called Ransom, falling to the floor with deep breaths. Ransom's eyes snapped away from his laptop and landed on his phone when it started ringing.

Grinning, he picked up the call when Y/N's smiling face came into view. The moment she spoke, though, his grin dropped. "Hugh…" Y/N choked out, eyes filling with tears when the pain finally caught up to her. "Y/N? Bubba, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly, immediately leaping to his feet. He shut the laptop, grabbed his coat and stormed out of his office, towards his car. Work be damned.

"It's— it's nothing. I'm sorry for calling, I know you're busy—" He nearly scoffed. "Babe, listen to me. You're more important. I'm coming home, I just left the office. Speak to me, bub, tell me," he insisted as he drove like a madman towards his house. "Just got hurt a little bit," Y/N mumbled and Ransom's heart broke. "Darling, I'll take care of it when I get home."

Thankfully, 15 minutes later, he reached home. Ransom hurriedly parked his car and threw open the front door, freezing when he saw his fiancée lying near the couch on the floor, the phone still in her hand as her eyes snapped away from the ceiling towards him. "Ransom," she stuttered and he walked towards her, kneeling next to her. His thumb swiped the blood on her temple.

God, did he want to punch her on her stupid, beautiful face for telling him she was just a little hurt. "Bub, what's this?" He picked her up and placed her on the couch, moving to take her hand but it fell limp… in a weird angle. His eyes widened. "Is your wrist broken?" he whispered and Y/N nodded, turning away from him. "And you had the fucking audacity to tell me it was nothing?!" he screamed.

She kept silent as he checked the rest of her body, finding out that her ankle was broken as well, the skin around it swollen black and blue. "You're a fucking dumbass, you know that?" he muttered as he called a doctor, sitting on the floor next to the couch. "I didn't want to disturb you." She was wheezing and he turned to her, only to see her clutching at her chest with a pained expression on her face.

"Baby?"

"Hurts." He sat up and ripped the t-shirt off her, eyes darkening when they landed on the bruise forming on her chest and between the valley of her breasts. "What the fuck happened when I was gone?" he hissed as he covered her up again. "I… I fell down the stairs first and broke my ankle," she began, fidgeting. "Well you should've called me then!" he insisted, exasperated.

"I didn't want to be a burden," she admitted in a small voice and Ransom's resolve broke. He teared up a bit and pressed his lips to hers, shaking his head. "You're not a burden, Y/N. I told you, if you're hurt at home, call me. I meant it. Even if it's a paper cut, call. Even if it's a skinned knee, call. I'm always here for you, and I always will be here." Y/N sniffled under him.

"Ransom…" He gently sat her up and sat next to her, only to pull her on his lap as he held her close. "Don't you dare think you're a burden ever again. I signed up for this. A burden is something you're not willing to carry. This? I'm willing to carry this to the end of the world," he whispered, squeezing her body as tightly as he could without crushing her. "I love you, Ran."

I love you, too.

"I know, sweetcheeks." And he grinned when her head shot up and she promptly slapped him on the cheek. "You're so full of yourself, Drysdale," she huffed. "You still love me," he hummed as she snuggled into his arms. "Fortunately for you, unfortunately for me, yeah, yes I do," she sighed.

Soon, the doctor arrived, patched her up and said the worst thing she had ever heard in her life.

"Bedrest for 2 weeks till the ankle heals."

And seeing Ransom's shit-eating grin had caused her to glare so viciously at him that even he had cowered. "Babe, doctor's orders, can't help it." After the doctor left, they were now laying side by side on their bed, staring at each other. "I can't just sit here with nothing to do!" she whined, snuggling closer to him. He put an arm around her, sighing.

"Well, face the reality, kitten. You're staying here and that's an order."

"Funny you think you can boss me around, sweetheart."

"I know I can't but this time, I will. I'll strap you down to the bed, mark my words," Ransom said with a roll of his eyes. "Kinky," Y/N snickered and Ransom kissed her nose with a smirk. "You are not getting up, Mrs Drysdale," he whispered and she pouted, jutting her lower lip out as far as she could along with giving him puppy eyes. "Please, Ran?" Ransom laughed.

"No." She groaned loudly. "Ugh, fine! I'll just get up when you go to work," she spoke smugly and Ransom turned to her, eyes wide. "Oh no you don't." He leaped up from the bed, making her whine. "Where are you going?! I need cuddles, Ran, I'm hurt!" she insisted and he got back into bed, taking out his phone. "I'm making calls to work. I'm gonna work from home now."

"You don't have to do that!" she insisted vehemently but Ransom refused to hear it. "I have to! To make sure your cute, dumb little ass stays in bed like the doctor said," he huffed. After one phone call, he sighed in relief and relaxed against the bed. "Pays to be a Thrombey, ya know," he chuckled, ruffling Y/N's hair as she snuggled into his side.

She was a mess. Her left hand was in cast, and so was her right ankle. After the doctor left she had taken off her t-shirt, leaving her in her sports bra, the wound on her chest a deep purple with flecks of red. There was also a bandaid on her temple for the small cut. "I figured." It was quiet for some time. "You never finished the story, babe. How did you get so hurt?"

"Well, first the stairs incident, I told you. After that, I was going to the bathroom to get the first aid kit but it was too heavy. I didn't know that so when I lifted it, it fell on me. I broke my wrist from hitting it on the floor too hard and the first aid kit fell on my chest," she huffed, "The pain was too much so I called you." Ransom frowned. "You should've called earlier."

"I know. Sorry."

"It's okay, baby, I'm here now," Ransom smiled, giving her a loving kiss on the top of her head. "I'm getting tired," she yawned as the adrenaline started wearing off. "Sleep." Ransom adjusted himself so he was now half-lying on the bed, back resting against the headrest as he gathered Y/N in his arms. She fell asleep a few minutes later.

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"Ran…"

Y/N touched his side of the bed, only to be met with cold sheets instead of his warm body. She blinked the sleep away and sat up, rubbing her eyes and letting out a yawn. Running a hand through her messy hair, she stood up and limped towards the stairs. 2 weeks had passed and as the doctor said, her bedrest was over.

Her ankle had healed but not fully, while the wrist was still in a cast. The wound on her chest was also feeling loads better. She walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen area only to see Ransom cooking breakfast. "Ran," she whined and he turned around. "Y/N! Get your ass in bed, why are you here?"

"It got lonely." She wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing a soft kiss to his bare back. "Alright, fine." He spun around and grabbed her waist, lifting her and placing her on the kitchen counter. "Sit here." Y/N smiled lazily as she placed her head on his shoulder, watching him cook. He was making eggs. Omelettes.

"How did you sleep?" he questioned when the silence stretched on. "I slept well. The ankle doesn't hurt as much, nor the wound on my chest. But the wrist…" She sighed and Ransom looked at her with a sad smile, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "It'll get better, I promise. I'm not going to stop taking care of you."

"I'd like that very much," she replied shyly and he grinned. It was true, Ransom had truly taken care of her well. Breakfast, lunch and dinner in bed everyday for 2 weeks, he worked in their room and they had cuddled more in the two weeks than they had in their entire relationship. Y/N was super happy with their arrangement.

Of course, sometimes Ransom would be too busy, leaving her alone in the room while he worked downstairs or had a meeting with someone. But then he'd make it up to her by offering more snuggles and kisses. "My best girl," he murmured, placing the omelette he was making on a plate. He then carried the plate to the dining room, leaving her on the kitchen counter.

He returned just as fast, gathering her in his arms and pressing a kiss to her temple as he carried her to the dining table as well. "You're strong," she teased and he huffed. "I better be, or all that working out will be for nothing." She laughed and he placed her down on a chair. "Eat well, I'll be back." With another kiss dropped to her head, he went back to the kitchen area.

Y/N wondered how she became so lucky to have him as her fiancé. Yeah, sure, Ransom wasn't a very nice person in general but to her, he was the best. The man who once called his aunt unsavory things punched someone in the face when they had the audacity to call her the same things. "You better watch your fucking mouth or I'm gonna break all your teeth."

It hadn't affected her much anyway but seeing Ransom's reaction had sent a pleasant tingle down her spine. He was ready to do anything for her. And she had to admit, lately, he was being very soft. She had noticed the changes in him around a year ago; he'd become… domestic, almost. It was fun to see him like that.

His family, well, they were less than pleased when Ransom had first introduced her to them. They thought she wasn't good enough for him and had even tried to break them down. But that had only made them stronger. Ransom was in love with her and nothing his family said was going to change that. "Y/N?"

She snapped out of her thoughts and blinked at Ransom. "Yeah?" He laughed and sat in front of her with his own plate of food. "You were lost in thoughts; the food's getting cold, honey." She cursed softly and laughed along, finally finishing her food.

How had she gotten so lucky?

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lannister-slings-and-arrows · 2 years

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A Wonderful, Awful Idea

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A Story in the Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi x Frederick Chilton x Reader Mafia AU

Written with @pascalispretty who also did our moodboard which is why it looks so lovely. We took so much longer on this than we thought we would lol. Cross posted on ao3!

This is a fill for @storiesofsvu 's bingo that must not be named anymore. Thanks Tumblr. Fulfilling the Grinch Square.

Warnings: dogs wearing sweaters, Sonny is nearly defeated by a dog and his toys, mentions of violence (entirely justified and understandable for anyone who has ever had to sit through taking a family picture), Fred is irritated, Fred is upset, Fred is snarky, Fred is a Grinch. Family pictures, Rafa is a little drunk, Sonny plots, Christmas themed lingerie, Fred makes a lot of empty threats, and sex. Dirty talk, Rafa is a tease, kissing, groping (m. and f. receiving), Christmas-light bondage, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), vaginal fingering, hair pulling, breast fucking, vaginal sex, teasing Fred, praise kink, multiple orgasms, anal fingering (m. receiving), anal sex (m. receiving), hand jobs, a little bit of cuddling, and Fred is an asshole. Rating: E Word Count: 12218 Summary: Sonny is determined to get a family photo--Fred has other ideas. And that old Grinch was so smart and so slick.

“Boliche--Boli, please just, will you hold still?!” You hide your smile and do your best not to laugh. You don’t want to encourage the big pit bull, but the sight of the tall lanky man holding a sweater in front of him chasing after the dog proves too much for you. Sonny turns when he hears you snort and glares at you. He opens his mouth, likely about to inform you for the fourth time that you aren’t helping, but steps on a Wubba and falls on his ass instead, his surprised “oh!” barely louder than the shrieky squeak from the bright purple toy.

Boli trots over to investigate his fallen comrade, sniffing his face before head butting him in the neck and barking when Sonny chokes and tries to shove him off. The dog drops his head to the ground, butt in the air and stumpy tail wriggling as fast as it can, clearly assuming that this is a new facet of the fun game they had just been playing.

“How’s dressing the dog coming, sweetie?” you tease, leaning against the wall next to the Christmas tree. Sonny glares at you over his shoulder and turns back to the dog, casually hiding his hands behind his back and calling,

“Come here bubba, who’s a good boy? Huh? Are you my perfect baby? Oh, come here handsome man!” Boliche inches closer to him, getting about an arm’s length away, before barking in his face again and running off. He does two laps around the room, big feet scrabbling on the polished wood floors the entire time, coming back around to jump directly onto Sonny’s back.

“Dominick, are you done yet?” Rafa asks, ambling into the room. He takes in the scene in front of him, Sonny nearly folded in half at the waist with Boliche nipping and licking at his ears and his hair, and shakes his head. “I’ll take that as a no. Have you tried the hot dogs yet?”

“I was gonna--oof! Jesus, boy, watch your fucking teeth--try that next boss, I figured I’d just, you know--” Boliche kicks him in the kidney as he tries to climb onto his shoulders and Sonny groans in pain, grabbing at the dog’s legs. Rafa wrinkles his nose and winces sympathetically before turning to you and smiling.

“Would you...?” You nod before leaning into his space and kissing his cheek. Rafa smacks your ass as you turn to walk away and calls after you, “An ice pack would be a good idea too!”

You pass Fred’s office on your way to the kitchen, sticking your head in to see that he hasn’t moved from the same spot he had been in a half an hour ago when you and Sonny had passed by on your way to wrangle the dog. He doesn’t acknowledge you when you slip inside and jumps in his seat when you card your fingers in his fluffy hair.

“Hey, it’s just me,” you soothe, smiling down at him and tugging gently. He flicks a brief glare up at you and shrugs, pulling his head out of reach and continuing to stare intently at his laptop.

“What do you want?” he asks sourly, shoulders stiff and perfectly manicured nails tapping irritably on the aluminum. You clearly see his eyes not moving from the center of his screen and sigh, dropping your hand to the back of his chair.

“You can stop pretending to read whatever that is Fred, you aren’t fooling anyone.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he sniffs, chin inching higher. “I’ve read an entire paragraph since you startled me.”

“Scared the crap out of you, you mean,” you correct with a grin.

“Interrupted very important work,” he argues, lips thinning, eyes narrowing, and left knee starting to bounce. “Which I would like to get back to, so if you wouldn’t mind telling me what you came in here for…?”

You smile softly at him and at the irritation that was pouring off of him in waves and shake your head, sliding your hand gently back into his hair briefly before retreating to the doorway.

“Just wanted to let you know we’ll be all ready to go in a few minutes, so you should wrap up that page that you’re definitely still reading and come out and join us. Family picture means the whole family, hon.”

“This is absolutely ludicrous,” he complains. “It’s not like we’re sending out Christmas cards to the other criminals in our organization--what do we need a ‘Christmas picture’ for?”

“Sonny wants one for just us, and Rafa and I think it’s a nice idea. You were out voted Fred, get your butt in gear and come out,” you reply over your shoulder as you make your way back through the door.

“Family fucking picture my gorgeous behind. Just another excuse to play into the monetization of this stupid Hallmark holiday, decorating the entire fucking house like some sort of department store Santa set…Probably going to go out and buy some ridiculous “Christmas” themed frame to put this in--I swear to God, capitalism has ruined this whole damn country; forcing a man to participate in this antiquated ritual…” You hear him muttering angrily to himself as you walk down the hall to the kitchen and smile, rolling your eyes.

Grabbing one of the dozens of ice packs that Rafa insists–with good reason–on keeping in the freezer and wrapping it in a dishtowel, you open the fridge and rifle through the contents for a minute before landing on the package of all beef kosher hot dogs. You pull it out and huff a quiet laugh at the message written on the front in Sonny’s sloppy handwriting: “IF YOUR NAME ISN’T BOLICHE GET YOUR HANDS OFF THESE HOT DOGS. (IF IT IS BOLICHE GET OUT OF THE FRIDGE YOU BAD DOG.)” The thick black Sharpie only accentuates the chicken scratch.

“Sonny, I swear…” you mumble, pulling one out and making a face at the feeling of uncooked hot dog against your skin. “Fuck, these things are so disgusting why do they taste so good…”

You toss the pack back in the meat drawer and let the door close behind you, humming along with the Christmas carol that Rafa has playing as you make your way back to the war zone.

Sonny is still trying to coax Boliche into the green sweater, alternately pleading with the dog and trying his most firm “I am a feared capo in a powerful gang” voice to equal amounts of success. Which, as far as you can see, is none. No success at all. Rafa has planted himself in his favorite chair and is watching the proceedings with a smirk on his face and that glazed pleased with the universe look that you normally only associate with--

“Rafa, are you drunk?” you ask incredulously, stopping in the middle of the room.

You immediately have the attention of Sonny and the dog, both of whom see the hot dog in your hand and come running over. It takes Rafa a slow second to turn his attention to you, just in time to laugh as Boliche crashes into your legs and pushes you against Sonny’s chest.

“Boliche! Down!” Sonny orders, snatching the treat from between your fingers and sidestepping around you. You wobble for a second before getting your balance again, dodging the dog’s attempt to stay directly in front of Sonny on the off chance that he drops the sacred prize. You back away from the two of them to sit on the arm of Rafa’s chair, watching as Sonny stares down your canine companion, holding the meat in one hand and the sweater in the other.

“Five dollars he still doesn’t get him into that sweater,” you whisper to Rafa. The mob boss chortles and pulls you off the arm of his chair and onto his lap, hugging you close and sliding his big hands under your sweater.

“Mmm…. I’ll take that bet. In fact, five dollars and a blowjob that he does it in less than five minutes.” You pull one of his hands out from its place against your skin and shake it.

“You’re gonna need to convince Fred to come out either way, he’s being stubborn again,” you inform him, settling against his chest with a happy hum and switching the ice pack to your other hand. Rafa grumbles against the side of your neck and kisses you softly, his hand going back under your shirt once more.

“Antiquated ritual or Hallmark led commercialism?” he asks, resting his chin on your shoulder so you both can watch Sonny trying to distract Boli with the hot dog.

“Both,” you laugh, rubbing his knee with your free hand. Sonny rips it in half and lets one piece fall to the ground at his feet. When Boliche dives for it the capo drops to the ground behind the dog and catches him around his big chest, producing the sweater and tugging it over his head and around his heavily muscled shoulders. Boliche looks at you and Rafa and whines piteously, clearly feeling betrayed and begging for assistance.

“Oh Boli, what’s he doing to you?” you ask, tilting your head to watch as Sonny lifts one of Boli’s front paws to ease it through an arm hole.

“You’re gonna look so handsome, such a good boy. Stay still, there’s my bestest boy,” Sonny coos soothingly, giving Boli the last half of the treat as he slips his other paw through the remaining arm hole. The dog barely pauses to chew the hot dog as Sonny arranges the sweater to his satisfaction.

“There, don’t you just look so cute?” Sonny scratches Boliche’s ears, his tail wagging as he sits still, clearly hoping for another hot dog to be produced from somewhere. The sweater that Sonny has finally wrangled him into is mostly green and white, with a darker green stripe in the middle depicting frolicking deer and a pair of little antlers attached to the fur trimmed hood.

Boliche looks utterly adorable in it and you’re about to tell him so when Rafa pinches your side.

“I’ll take that five dollars and a blowjob now,” he murmurs, his hand sliding higher beneath your cream cable knit sweater to squeeze your breast.

“Not now you won’t, we’re not taking the picture if she’s all red faced and teary from you fucking her throat,” Sonny interrupts dryly. “Will he, Boli? Your papi is just gonna have to restrain himself till we’re done taking photos.”

“You’d better go and drag the Grinch out of his office before Sonny gets him to pose for this photo at gunpoint,” you say, pulling yourself off Rafa’s lap to sit on the floor and passing the ice pack to Sonny. You take over making a fuss of Boliche so Sonny can ice the spot the dog had kicked earlier. Rafa heaves a dramatic sigh as he gets up and moves in the direction of Fred’s office with all the enthusiasm of someone walking to the gallows.

“Who’s our good boy? You look so handsome! Your daddy has good taste in sweaters, doesn’t he?” Boli’s tongue lolls out of his mouth as he pants, his stubby tail wagging furiously. Before the dog can scamper away, you pull the hood up over his big head as best as you can until the little brown felt antlers stick up. “Oh my god, you’re too fucking cute.”

“Don’t swear in front of the kid,” Sonny teases, nudging your shoulder with his leg.

“Where do you want to take the picture? In front of the tree?” In honor of your first Christmas together as a foursome, Rafa had arranged for a beautiful–and probably slightly too big–tree to be delivered to the apartment, and you and Sonny had spent a merry afternoon drinking mulled wine and decorating. The whole living room smelled like fresh pine, and Boli had taken to napping underneath it–once he had given it a thorough sniff and determined it to be beyond suspicion.

“I think so. If Rafa ever manages to get Fred out of his office. If he doesn’t, can I have the blowjob you promised Raf?”

“Now who’s being inappropriate in front of the kid,” you say with exaggerated shock, covering Boliche’s ragged ears. The former fighting dog just nuzzles into your space, inching closer until he’s practically on your lap.

“Such a little lovebug, aren’t you buddy? A big softie under all those muscles,” Sonny croons, squatting beside you. Boli licks Sonny’s fingers, chasing whatever hints of hot dog he can still smell on them.

“Next year we should dress him up as the Baby Jesus. I’ll be Mary, you can be the Angel Gabriel.”

“Who’s Rafa playing, God?” Sonny says with a laugh. “At this rate, Fred can be Satan.”

Rafa is absent for so long that you can see Sonny starting to get antsy, fidgeting with the cuff of his green sweater that you can't help but notice looks pretty similar to the pattern on Boli’s. He’s starting to get his “I’m about to visit some unpleasant consequences on someone” look on his face and you frown, not actually wanting him to try and get Fred to come out of his Cave of Grinchdom. That probably wouldn’t end well for anyone–Christmas is a time of love and good cheer, not violence and name calling. You sigh with relief when Rafa finally reappears, a grumpy looking Fred in tow.

“This is ridiculous, Dominick. Nobody is ever going to see it,” he grumbles, folding his arms as Rafa helps himself to a glass of scotch from the decanter sitting on the sideboard.

“We’ll see it. You’re telling me you won’t want photos to look at and remember me fondly by when Rafa inevitably ends up getting me killed?”

“I’ll commission a beautiful oil painting of you as a memorial. Possibly without your clothes on,” Rafa promises, almost dreamily.

“We take plenty of pictures, Dominick. With and without our clothes on. I don’t see the point in making us all get dressed up to–what on earth have you done to the dog?” Fred asks sharply, having finally spotted Boliche in his Christmas finery.

“Doesn’t he look sweet?”

“He looks absurd! He’s an animal, not a stuffed toy. He doesn’t need outfits.” Fred laces the word with as much scorn as he’s capable of, but it does nothing to deter Sonny.

“He likes it!” The truth be told, the dog seems entirely unfazed by his new getup, now that Sonny has wrestled him into it, but since he’s not actively trying to squirm out of it you suppose it’s a point in Sonny’s favor. “C’mon, Fred, you don’t have to be such a Grinch all the damned time.”

“Just because I don’t buy into this corporate, Hallmarked, movie version of Christmas which starts in November and makes me want to put a hit out on Mariah Carey–and don’t think I haven’t contemplated it, we have those resources–does not make me a Grinch,” Fred sniffs, resting his hands on the back of the couch and trying to look imperious. You roll your eyes, already annoyed at his attitude.

“If you don’t like commercialized holidays, does that mean you want to be left at home when we go on vacation for Valentine’s Day? Rafa was thinking about a private villa in Mustique.” Fred glares sourly at you and huffs while Rafa laughs and shrugs at him.

“I do need someone to look after the shop for a few days,” he offers with a casual grin, dropping his glass back onto the wood with a thunk. Fred winces and looks over at the set of crystal glasses and bottles with a pained grimace before grunting and folding his arms.

“Well, a family vacation that happens to coincide with another made up holiday…” he hedges before being drowned out by both Rafa and Sonny hooting in derision.

“Oh come on!” Sonny exclaims, stretching out his side before throwing the ice pack at Fred’s chest. “I call bull, Fred.”

Fred fumbles with the cold square of plastic covered goop and is then propelled against the back of the couch as Rafa slaps his shoulder on his way past.

“That does sound like some serious hair splitting there, Frederick,” he agrees.

Fred drops the ice pack onto the couch and grunts.

“If this holiday really was about family and spending time with the people you love and goodwill towards man--an ironic concept seeing as though I know for a fact that the two of you beat up at least two people last week alone,” Rafa waves his hand as though that is a trivial matter not worth mentioning and Sonny rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath,

“Deflection.”

“Then why have you all devoted so much time and effort into buying useless crap to hang on every thinkable surface in this house and shove under the noses of every single person you have ever met in the expectation that they also have spent hard earned money to get you something equally as useless that you will probably put away and forget about until spring cleaning three years from now where you will find it, say ‘huh I forgot about that’, and then promptly throw out? Don’t we have enough of a garbage problem on this planet without an entire holiday adding to it?!” He throws up his hands angrily, breathing hard, before shoving them in the pockets of his absurdly expensive and very skinny khakis.

You blink at him while he continues to glare murderously at the couch cushions.

“Does this mean you didn’t get me anything?”

All of you turn to look at Rafa incredulously who has the nerve to look between the four of you, wide eyed and innocent. Boliche has turned his head curiously to follow the gazes of three of his people in the hopes of seeing something exciting and groans in doggie disappointment when he realizes that he won’t before flopping dramatically onto the floor.

“What? It’s a fair question!”

You stare at the ceiling and pray for patience as Sonny asks him,

“Have you been drinking the whole morning?”

Rafa shrugs.

“Well I only actually woke up about three hours ago…”

Sonny holds up a hand to stop him before turning back to Fred.

“I just want a nice picture of all of us together. Because I love all of you and would like something nice with all of us dressed up.”

“Why? We aren’t exactly going to be sending out Christmas cards to everyone in our ‘big book of criminal contacts’,” Fred snarks, shoulders drawing up practically to his ears. You ball your fists up at your side and shift your weight to your other foot.

“Frederick…” you start through gritted teeth.

“Okay, enough,” Rafa declares, slicing his hand through the air decisively. “Fred, I order you to get over here and smile like you actually like us for this picture. There, settled, right?” He turns to smile at the two of you before looking back at Fred, eyebrows raised expectantly.

Fred stares murderously at Rafa and for a few seconds you watch him visibly consider refusing the direct command. Finally he walks over to the rest of you with careful precision, every movement reeking of offended dignity and barely controlled fury.

“I ate the last of your chocolate covered pretzels this morning and will not be replacing them,” he tells Rafa snippily, and smiles with vicious pleasure at Rafa’s offended gasp. “I even put the empty bag back in their hiding place,” he continues to needle the crime boss triumphantly.

“Okay, shut up all of you, we are doing this right now before I strangle everyone in this room including myself,” Sonny declares before Rafa has a chance to no doubt order the immediate death of his associate. He leaves your side to cross the room and fiddle with the digital camera he had set up earlier. “Baby, step over Boli, that's--no, just keep him sitting between your legs. Rafa and Fred get on either side of her.” He stares at the tiny screen. “Leave a space for me between you, I feel like separating the two of you is probably a good idea right now.” You snort and bend down to scratch Boli, encouraging him to sit up. “Right there, good. If any of you move, I swear to God….”

Sonny presses a button and hurries back to the four of you, standing directly behind you and wrapping his arms around both Fred’s and Rafa’s waists. They shuffle closer as you lean back, and you smile just before the camera flashes and leaves you blinking and blinded.

“There. Happy now?” Fred asks, folding his arms belligerently again. Sonny clears his throat and shuffles his feet and you turn your head just in time to see a patented Fred “Oh dear God, what now” look thrown at the tall capo.

“Well actually…” Sonny starts, reaching to run his fingers over the back of his head with an awkward shrug, looking everywhere humanly possible except Fred’s face. You kneel down and kiss Boliche’s nose, accepting his sloppy kiss in return before pulling a brand new antler from the back pocket of your jeans.

“What actually?” Fred asks, voice dripping with disdain and barely contained fury.

Boliche starts dancing around your three lovers’ feet excitedly, jumping in circles and panting, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. You laugh and rub the toy vigorously between your hands asking quietly,

“You want this? Huh? Huh? Does my sweet little bullfrog face want this?! Sit!” Boliche instantly complies and snuffles, licking his chops and staring at the toy in your hands. “Is Boliche a good pupper-wupper-pupper-pants?”

Boli barks and you extend the toy to him, ordering him to take it slowly and laughing as he tentatively takes it gently in his front teeth before backing away quickly to start gnawing on it under the tree.

You stand up, thinking how you should probably be uncomfortable that your dog who definitely has the jaw strength to tear your throat out, and the means and opportunity to do so, likes to disembowel toys after you make them smell like you. You look over at the men just in time for Sonny to glance at you significantly and break it to Fred gently,

“Well that was only part one of the photoshoot?”

Fred looks like he is contemplating the untimely and most likely messy demise of Rafa’s head capo and you hope that the boys don’t have any weapons hidden in this room. Fred clears his throat and kicks a foot against the floor, his fingers tapping against his leg and then twitching like he wants to wrap them around Sonny’s neck.

“And what exactly do you mean by that, Dominick?” he asks quietly, voice remarkably even for the very obvious murderous intent flashing over his pinched face and thin lips. Sonny drops his hands to his sides and looks at you again. You lift a shoulder as surreptitiously as you can, not having any idea what he wants you to do.

“Um, well, we need to make a quick costume change,” he explains, reaching forward to grab your wrist, tugging you after him to the doorway. “Rafa, don’t let him leave. Fred, I promise this’ll be over soon!” he calls, pulling you down the hall to the master bedroom.

“Sonny, what are you talking about? Costume changes?” He drops your hand and shuts the door, turning back to you with a wide grin stretching his pretty red lips.

“You know that red babydoll Rafa was teasing you about the other day?”

“Oh, Sonny, you didn’t.” Rafa had found a silly lingerie set while shopping for a few new pieces for you the other day and had dragged you and Sonny over to see it. The top of the bra was trimmed in white faux-fur and the little chiffon skirt that started from the bottom of the bra was slit open down the middle, showing off the little red lacy thong that the model was wearing underneath it.

Sonny flushes and kneels down to fish a box from under the bed.

“Don’t worry, I got something for me too.” He pulls the lid off the box one-handed as he unbuckles his belt with the other. Rolling your eyes, you pull your sweater over your head.

“Stop looking like that! You know how easy Fred gives in to sexual bribery. Tell him he can only eat your pussy if he promises to stop being such a Grinch, he’ll give right in,” Sonny huffs, and you have to admit that he has a point. Threatening not to let Fred eat you out has turned out to be a very effective form of bribery since you’d started seeing the three of them.

Sonny strips naked quickly and pulls a pair of bright red boxer briefs from the box. The waistband is black, mimicking a belt, and the hems are both trimmed in fluffy white.

“I hate that you’re making me go along with this. ‘Sexy Mr. and Mrs. Claus’ is not something I ever wanted to experiment with,” you mutter, reaching for the scrap of red lace that serves as the thong.

“Well, me either. But it’s festive, and your tits’ll look great, so stop complaining.” You’re pleasantly surprised to discover that he’s right; the red lacy bra hugs you in just the right places and makes your cleavage look spectacular despite the stupid white fur trim that accentuates it.

“Are we done? Or do you wanna tie me up with some tinsel before we let them in?” you tease, shoving the box back under the bed and tossing all of your discarded clothes in the general direction of the laundry basket.

“We’ll keep that idea in our back pockets just in case,” Sonny says with a laugh as he opens the door wide enough to stick his head out. “Can you two come here for a second please? Don’t let the dog in!”

The babydoll is barely long enough to cover your ass and you fuss with the hem as you wait for Fred and Rafa to join the two of you. Sonny takes your hand, twining your fingers with his, and leans over to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“You look cute, stop fidgeting.”

“I thought the goal was sexy. If I wanted cute, I’d wear one of their Harvard tees.” Sonny’s retort is interrupted by Rafa barging into the bedroom, towing Fred behind him by his sleeve.

“What do you–god, your tits look fantastic in that,” Rafa starts, changing tack mid-sentence as he stops to leer at you. Fred has even ceased grumbling for long enough to stare, the door falling closed behind him with a soft click.

“Don’t they just,” Sonny murmurs, shifting to stand behind you and wrapping a long arm around your middle. You lean back against him and grab his other hand, guiding it towards one of your breasts. Sonny takes the hint and squeezes, bending his head to nip at your neck.

“I’m surprised that the two men who prefer my ass have commented on how nice my breasts look, while Fred is suspiciously silent,” you tease, the corner of your mouth pulling into a smirk. “I thought you loved my tits, Fred. You fall asleep on them often enough. Or holding them.” As if to emphasize your point, Sonny brings the hand on your waist up to cup your other breast, trying to find your nipple through the lace and faux-fur.

Fred blinks rapidly up at you, his gaze having drifted down to watch Sonny’s hands playing with your breasts.

“I do. They’d look even better out of that ridiculous outfit,” he sneers, though you notice his eyes slip downwards again. You sigh exaggeratedly, arching your back a little to press harder into Sonny’s touch.

“Such a shame. I was planning on giving you such a nice gift if you dropped the irascible, grumpy attitude. Don’t you think Fred would have loved pulling this down and fucking my tits, Sonny?” Sonny nods against your neck, his cock starting to harden against you as he absently rocks his hips against your ass. “And then he could have given me a pearl necklace–I know how much he loves that.”

“I–why can’t I?” Fred asks, not even bothering to look you in the eye this time.

“I don’t let Grinch-y, grumpy men stick their dicks between my tits and come all over my face. That’s for people who aren’t such utter spoilsports. And who don’t insist on trying to ruin everybody’s good mood.”

“You said it, doll. I wanted to worship his ass until he got hard again and then ride him like a show pony. I was even gonna let him edge me while I did it.” Sonny hooks his chin over your shoulder to stare at Fred and heaves his own dramatic sigh. “But you’re right; I’m not putting all that work in for someone who’s just gonna keep making my Christmas miserable.”

You can see the torn expression on Fred’s face–he pouts, his bottom lip adorably just sticking out, and looks between Sonny’s face and Sonny’s hands on your breasts.

“But–but… We could still do those things…” he tries, finally turning his head away to look pleadingly at Rafa. Rafa shrugs, trying, and mostly failing, to hide his smile. He tugs Fred closer to him by his sleeve and wraps an arm around his waist, dragging him against his body and staring intensely into his eyes. Their noses are brushing and he whispers, hand sliding from Fred’s waist to his ass,

“We could… And I could fuck you until you cry, Frederick. Fuck you just the way you like–slow and deep–while the two of them watch as I take you apart.” Fred swallows audibly and licks his lips, staring wide eyed back at Rafa. He nods.

“Yeah… Yeah we could, Rafa, please…”

Rafa presses his forehead against Fred’s and sighs, leaning close enough to share breath with the other man, their lips barely a centimeter apart.

“Why should I stick my dick in someone who hates Christmas, Fred?”

Fred groans and closes his eyes, slumping against Rafa’s arm. You watch the two of them closely, happy that Rafa, drunk as he is, seems on board with playing the game you and Sonny dragged him into with no warning. Your breath hitches a little when you watch Rafa brush his lips ever so slightly against Fred’s before pulling his head back–a move you are intimately familiar with due to Rafa’s penchant for teasing all of you. Sonny’s hands tighten on your breasts as he watches the two men in front of you.

“Come on Fred,” Rafa encourages, squeezing a handful of Fred’s ass. He lets his lips whisper over Fred’s again as he tells him, “All you need to do is accept the Christmas spirit into your heart–” Sonny’s hands tighten on your breasts as he watches the two men in front of you.

“Come on Fred,” Rafa encourages, squeezing a handful of Fred’s ass. He lets his lips whisper over Fred’s again as he tells him, “All you need to do is accept the Christmas spirit into your heart–” Rafa groans and kisses Fred, pulling him in close and licking into his mouth. Fred gasps, and whimpers, fingers clutching reflexively at Rafa’s arm.

Sonny’s grip slackens as you watch them, both of you mesmerized at the sight of Rafa’s tongue sliding over Fred’s, at the noises the both of them are making, at the abandon with which Rafa throws himself at the task of breaking Fred apart. Eventually Sonny shakes his head and clears his throat.

“Wha–What Rafa was attempting to say is that you just have to promise to be more Christmas-y, Fred. To get into the true spirit of the holiday,” he says a little breathlessly, dazed and slightly distracted but determined to get this back on track.

You reach behind you to squeeze Sonny’s ass and pull him closer, grinding your ass against his cock and sighing happily. You can feel the pleased groan that rumbles up from the capo’s chest and his hands tighten around your breasts again, kneading rhythmically, and he shifts his hips impatiently.

“Come on Fred,” he groans, one hand leaving your chest to brace against your stomach so he can hold you in just the right place as he presses his cock against your ass. “We want to fuck you and we can’t until you stop being such a Grinch and just enjoy Christmas with us.”

You watch through half lidded eyes as Rafa finally pulls himself away from Fred’s lips, leaving the doctor blinking stupidly up at him. Rafa smirks and runs his hand from Fred’s ass, across his hip, and over the front of his pants–pants tight enough that they don’t do any job at all of hiding just how interested in the proceedings Fred is becoming. Rafa leans into Fred’s space again and whispers against his ear,

“Let us, Fred. Come on, I can feel how much you want us to.” He presses his hand more firmly over Fred’s cock and licks the side of his neck, breathing softly against the wet skin and watching with a smirk as Fred shivers and sways almost imperceptibly closer to the mob boss. “I wanna feel you tight and warm around my cock, Frederick, I want to hear you as you eat her out; all those noises you make and the noises her pussy makes when you finger her.” Rafa sucks on his ear before biting it gently. “I wanna see Sonny on top of you, his cock bobbing as you fuck up into him…” They both groan and sway towards each other.

“Just say it Fred, come on, please. Say it, say it, say it…” Rafael practically moans into Fred’s ear, hand playing over Fred’s cock a little faster.

You honestly have no idea how Fred has resisted this long. You aren’t even the subject of Rafa’s attention and you can feel your face heating up and your cunt clenching around nothing. In this scrap of nothing underwear it’s going to be incredibly obvious in about two seconds just how hot you find this.

You and Sonny watch raptly as Fred clearly considers it before groaning and shaking his head.

“No, no, no, no, Rafa, please, we can do those things no matter what,” he tries to bargain and Rafa sighs heavily, removing his hand and taking a step back. “I can’t, this is such a ridiculous holiday! People eat too much, and give too many ridiculous presents, and say such ridiculous things, and there’s such a pressure to be happy and jolly all of the time! And spend so much money on fake plastic trash and–no, come back, please!” Rafa backs away from him, shaking his head sadly and stops just to your right. He reaches over to tweak one of your nipples, smirking briefly in your direction at your gasp.

“I’m afraid you leave us no choice then,” Sonny tells Fred seriously, stepping out from behind you. Rafa grabs his arm before he can move further away and brings the capo in for a long, filthy kiss. You can hear it from where you’re standing and enjoy Sonny’s full body shudder when Rafa reaches down to fondle his very obvious erection.

Rafa pushes Sonny away and turns his attention to you.

“What’s Fred’s punishment for being an unapologetic Grinch?” he asks Sonny, still watching you closely. You stare right back at him as he takes a step closer, his hands ghosting over the curves of your body. You can feel the heat from them on your skin before he actually decides to grasp your hips and pull you against his broad bulk, and you hear Sonny promise Fred,

“We’re going to make you wish you had given up your Grinchy ways, Fred.” Rafa kisses the corner of your mouth quickly and he looks up in time to meet Sonny’s eyes. “Rafa, hold him here please.” Rafa kisses you again and catches Fred’s wrist just as the man tries to bolt for the door.

Rafa reels him in and wraps both arms around his waist, trapping him against the mob boss while Sonny ducks out to one of the hall closets. Fred struggles against Rafa, whining piteously that he doesn’t think he should be punished for being honest–doesn’t Rafa always tell him never to sugar coat the truth from him? Sex can still very much be on the table, no punishments are necessary. And anyways, he isn’t going to change his mind.

You snort at that. One of the many things that Sonny and Rafa excel at is cooperating when it comes to punishing people. They know just how to make it hurt in just the perfect way and seem to get off on playing off each other. If they want someone to change their mind about something, chances are they’re going to get their way. You almost feel sorry for Fred. Before you remember how terrible he’s been all month. Glowering at every Christmas decoration, complaining loud enough to nearly drown out Alexa whenever any of you try to play Christmas music, grouchily reminding everyone of the capitalistic plot to make people spend more money on useless junk they don’t need by just slapping a “fucking penguin or god damned polar bear” on it.

He has taken a sadistic amount of pleasure in working hard to actively ruin the holiday cheer the three of you had been attempting to invest the house with. You shrug and circle the two struggling men, noticing with an eye roll that for all his complaining Fred’s erection has not flagged in the slightest.

Sonny comes back into the room carrying a rolled up string of 150 colored mini lights and you raise your eyebrows at him, slightly–and justifiably, when you consider the line of work he’s in–concerned that he might be considering a foray into some sort of electrical torture or something. He drops the bundle next to the chair you keep in the corner, grabbing the back of it and dragging it directly in front of the bed before walking back to retrieve one end of the string of lights.

“Let’s get him settled comfortably, Rafa.” Fred sputters indignantly, still squirming against the grip Rafa has on him, as Rafa drags him down into the chair. Sonny is alarmingly quick at tying Fred up with the lights until he has barely any wiggle room, reminding you rather jarringly that Sonny has definitely done this before in far less pleasant contexts.

“There, you look perfect. Just one more thing.” Sonny smirks and turns the chair around so that Fred has his back to the bed. “We’ll miss you, sourpuss.” Sonny pats the top of Fred’s head condescendingly and you know that if his hands were free Fred would have shoved Sonny away from him.

“You lanky bastard. You think I’m sewing you up properly the next time Rafa gets you stabbed? You can go to that vet Rafa pays when his other men get hurt–see how you like that!” Fred threatens, twisting around in the chair to try and find some slack in the string of lights around him as the capo walks back to the corner of the room and plugs the lights in. The room is lit with the soft, festive glow of tiny colored lights, and you have to admit the way they look twined around Fred and the chair is more than a little alluring.

Sonny ignores his blustering in favor of pulling Rafa in for another kiss, standing just out of view of Fred as he ruts up against Rafa’s thigh.

Sonny gasps when Rafa suddenly pushes him back onto the bed, his long body looking gorgeous sprawled out on the sheets.

“Why don’t you two play nicely together while I get my clothes off?” Rafa suggests, already kicking off his shoes. You don’t need any encouragement; you climb onto the bed and into Sonny’s lap, dragging him up for a kiss. His hands slip under the hem of your babydoll to palm at your ass, pulling you down harder against his cock.

“Fuck, baby,” Sonny gasps into your mouth, grinding his cock against you. “You look so hot. You gonna let me eat that pretty pussy? You’ve been so good to me today.” There’s an outraged noise from Fred in his chair–he is evidently annoyed that Sonny has appropriated his favorite thing to do in bed and, to add insult to injury, Fred can’t even enjoy watching it. You would put money on Sonny partially wanting to eat you out just to piss off Fred further but you’re so worked up that you don’t really care what his motives are.

“God, yes, please,” you whine, already thinking of how good those soft, pretty lips of his will feel wrapped around your clit. With a quick, fluid motion Sonny rolls the two of you over and once you’re on your back he presses desperate, open mouthed kisses down your neck and over the tops of your breasts.

“It’s a shame you can’t see how pretty she looks, all spread out underneath Sonny, Fred.” Rafa, finally naked, sits beside your head and looks down the length of your body. “Hi, querida,” he adds almost as an afterthought, tugging a strand of your hair affectionately.

“Hey,” you gasp out, arching your back as Sonny hooks his fingers into the thin waistband of your underwear and starts to slide them down your legs.

“You’re so wet already; maybe we should play dress up more often,” Sonny groans, throwing the lacy scrap of fabric deliberately over his shoulder, aiming it so it’ll land in front of Fred. “What do you think, boss?” He slides between your legs, hooking your knees over his shoulders as he nips and kisses at the skin of your inner thighs.

“Oh, I think that could be arranged.” Rafa wraps his hand around his cock and gives a few lazy strokes. “You two do look delectable. And it’s so nice to watch someone else eat her out, now that Fred isn’t hogging her cunt.” Rafa and Sonny are certainly no slouches when it comes to the task, but you have to admit that neither of them love it in quite the way Fred does or with the same level of studied dedication. Sometimes you think he enjoys making you come on his tongue even more than you do.

Your train of thought is abruptly derailed at the first long swipe of Sonny’s tongue through your folds. You moan sharply and he rests his hands on your hips when he finds your clit and strokes firm lines across it with the tip of his tongue.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” he groans, his fingertips digging a little harder into your hips as he tries to pull you impossibly closer, his hips rocking as he grinds against the mattress. Fred makes another affronted noise–very reminiscent of a wet cat–but you barely hear him. You’re too focused on the way Sonny is lapping messily at your cunt, the obscene noises he’s making only sending more heat racing through your veins.

“Oh, fuck–” you choke out. You look down the length of your body and any further exclamation is cut off with a loud moan at the sight of Sonny’s head moving languidly and without care between your spread and raised legs. You desperately fling a hand out to clutch at Rafa’s thigh next to your head, needing something to steady you–to anchor you in place.

“God, you should see him, Fred. Slick all over his face already–such a filthy boy! He looks so pretty.” The praise from Rafa only eggs Sonny on, and he dips his tongue into you as far as he can reach, moaning against your cunt when you flick your hips up against his face. The vibrations of the noise make you shudder, your nails sinking into Rafa’s thigh as Sonny pushes you closer.

“That’s it, you like it when he fucks you with his tongue?” Rafa reaches down to squeeze one of your breasts and then gives it a light slap. “Fuck, I love watching my sweet, precious things play together. If I could, I’d always have the two of you in my office to put on a show for me whenever I want one.” The idea of being used by Rafa like that should be humiliating but it only makes you wetter.

You whimper when, without warning, Sonny presses two fingers inside of you, the stretch and sharp burn quickly soothed by his lips as they wrap around your clit and suck hard.

“Fuck, Sonny…” you moan, trying to twist your hips around to get him to rub over that spot inside you that makes you scream. You feel him smile against your cunt and he snaps his free fingers quickly, pointing at your hips. Rafa huffs and reaches over to hold you still, clearly only pretending to be annoyed if the speed at which he complies is anything to go by. “God, Sonny, please–” you whine, fingers going into his hair and tugging.

“Such an eager girl, aren’t you?” Rafa smirks and licks his lips. “He’ll get there, be patient.” Fred grunts, and you catch a brief sight of the chair wobbling as he futilely tries to fight his way out of the lights Sonny tied around him. You spare a fleeting thought for how many times Fred has seen Sonny tie someone up before and wonder why he’s even bothering.

“Fuck, Fred, if you’re quiet you can hear her moan,” Rafa groans. “That might be kind of like getting to eat her out,” he teases, hovering over you, his hands holding your hips to the bed. Fred growls and mutters something incomprehensible and the sounds of struggling become a little louder.

“Sorry, handsome, I missed that. The sound of Sonny's face and Sonny’s fingers in her pussy drowned you out for a second,” Rafa continues, lowering his face till it’s right over yours, his long nose brushing your cheek as he slots his lips over yours and rests them there.

“Fuck you, Rafael Barba, it is nothing like eating her out!” Fred complains more clearly. “Let me out of these right now or I swear to God I’ll make you regret it you–you… you criminal!”

Rafa glances a few kisses over your lips and then your cheeks.

“Strong words from someone who convinced me just last night to expand my less than legal enterprises.” He moves his lips to your ear as Sonny continues to fuck you with his tongue and, ignoring Fred’s angry scoff, whispers,

“How many times can you come before Fred gives in, sweetheart?” Your cunt clenches around Sonny’s fingers and you whimper. Sonny groans quietly against you and you shiver, the muscles in your legs starting to shake at the sensation. “Think you can give us a couple before he even starts to consider giving up?” He nips your ear before kissing across your chest and down to your breasts, kissing and then licking at your nipples through the bright red material before biting them just enough that you really feel it. You gasp, one hand moving to Rafa’s thick dark hair to keep his head there.

Sonny lifts his head away from your cunt, swearing, and stares wide eyed up at Rafa nibbling at your chest.

“God, do that again Rafa, her pussy feels so fucking good around my fingers when you do that,” he practically begs, mouth quickly returning to your cunt, his tongue licking a few more long stripes. He goes back eating you out with abandon, moaning loud enough around you to drown out your own soft whines and whimpers, and rutting harder against the mattress. You can feel your orgasm building as he keeps licking and sucking and finally it washes over you when he curls his fingers and rubs just so against your walls.

“Wouldn’t you like to be cleaning her up right now Fred?” Rafa asks, face still buried against your breasts. “Getting to taste her? To feel her twitch under you when you brush against her clit?”

Sonny pulls his fingers out of you and extends them to his boss. Rafa sits back up and takes Sonny’s wrist in his hand, bringing the capo’s long wet fingers up to his mouth to suck on them. All three of you groan and Fred scoffs angrily, annoyed beyond words.

“Jesus, she tastes good–can’t say I don’t understand why you like eating her out so much, Freddy.”

Sonny hums happily as Rafa finishes licking his fingers clean and then Rafa immediately turns back to you, dropping the other man’s hand as he orders you to sit up and take the babydoll off.

“I think it’s time I fucked those tits, don’t you?” he asks, turning to look over his shoulder and smirk at the back of Fred’s head. You do as you’re told, watching as Rafa strokes his cock a few times before looking down at it contemplatively.

“Dry sure as hell won’t do. Sonny. Come over here and suck my cock,” he orders, staring at Fred’s head once more as Sonny immediately complies, sliding off the bed to kneel at the side as Rafa turns to sit on the edge and grabs his capo’s hair to pull him to his cock. You watch as Sonny eagerly swallows him down, bracing himself on Rafa’s thick thighs and moaning around him.

“He’s getting pretty good at this, Fred,” Rafa observes casually, fingers playing with Sonny’s hair. “You might be able to just sit there for the rest of the night, clearly he’s got the market on oral cornered in this bedroom tonight.”

Fred sounds personally offended as he struggles and wordlessly protests–like Rafa had insulted his mother, grandmother, and his skills as a doctor all at the same time before he practically shrieks,

“You take that back Rafael Barba–let me out of this fucking chair right now and I’ll show you who gives the best oral in this relationship!” Rafa doesn’t deign to acknowledge him, just continues to make small pleased sounds as Sonny worships his cock, admiring the way Sonny’s pretty red lips look wrapped around it. Sonny licks up the underside, slowly sucking on his head after briefly mouthing around it, taking as much of his whole cock into his mouth as he can again. Rafa’s so pleased at the sight that he doesn’t even protest when Sonny wraps his fingers around his own and starts jerking himself off.

“Get it nice and wet for me, pretty boy. I want my cock sliding nice and easy between those tits.” Sonny groans around Rafa’s cock, a lewd muffled noise that goes straight to your core. Rafa combs his fingers through Sonny’s greying hair, dragging his blunt nails against his scalp to try and elicit more of those delicious sounds.

“Oh, good boy, just like that. Such a pretty mouth–it looks so nice around my cock,” Rafa murmurs, his eyes fluttering closed and his head tipping back as he enjoys himself. At the first little flick of his hips that drives his cock down Sonny’s throat, he finally drags the capo away by his hair.

“Raf–” Sonny whines, trying to fight against the older man’s grip as he pulls Sonny away.

“Sorry, Dominick. Don’t want to end all this fun prematurely.” Rafa smirks, petting Sonny’s soft hair as he shifts away from him. “Why don’t you take those very festive boxers off and ask our sweet girl if she wants you to fuck her?” Rafa turns to you before Sonny can either answer or obey, straddling your chest so his cock rests between your breasts.

“My pretty, sweet girl,” he murmurs, cupping your breasts in his large, warm hands and circling your nipples lightly with his thumbs, quickly teasing them into stiff hard peaks. You whimper, the motion sending steady consistent waves of hot pleasure straight to your cunt. Rafa groans loudly when you lean forwards to swipe your tongue over the head of his cock in return. “Fuck, you’re so perfect. Perfect and filthy and mine,” he huffs, most likely for Fred’s benefit. You feel so debauched with Rafa straddling you and using your breasts and your mouth like this and you moan, absolutely loving it, when he squeezes your breasts a little more tightly around his cock.

“Fuck, I can see why you like this so much, Frederick,” he groans, rocking his hips forward so the tip of his cock hits your tongue again. “Such a shame you can’t see the way she’s lapping at my dick right now while I fuck her tits.” There’s a strangled noise from the foot of the bed and you’d laugh if you weren’t so preoccupied; Rafa’s words are making you whine and press your legs together a little tighter, trying to alleviate some of the tension building inside of you again.

Rafa gives another testing thrust, a little harder this time, and you bring your hands up to clutch at his thighs. You jump when Sonny touches the side of your thigh, spreading your legs open a little wider as he presses a soft kiss to one of your hips and making you shiver under Rafa.

“Can I fuck you, baby?” Sonny asks in a soft murmur. “You look so hot doing that for Rafa,” he praises, kissing a line across your abdomen and over towards your other hip. You tilt your head away from Rafa’s cock just enough to choke out an answer.

“God, yes, please Sonny,” you groan, too overwhelmed to worry about sounding needy or desperate. Rafa grunts and tangles his hand in your hair, pulling you forwards so you can carry on licking the head of his cock with every thrust, and Sonny wraps your thighs around his hips. You moan when you finally feel his cock brush against your clit.

“Fuck, more of those noises, sweetheart,” Rafa grunts, continuing to thrust his cock between your breasts, his hand tightening in your hair. Sonny buries his cock inside of you with a tight groan and you can’t help but oblige Rafa–another moan comes out of you just as your tongue hits the red, leaking head of the crime boss’s cock when Sonny brushes against the spot inside of you.

“Doll, Christ, you feel so fucking amazing,” Sonny groans, pulling out and spreading your legs as far as he can before thrusting back into your cunt.

“Damn Fred, it’s just such a shame you can’t fucking see this,” Rafa pants, grinning widely and clearly delighting in teasing the bound man. You can barely hear Fred grumbling something–probably insulting to one or all of you–over the sound of Sonny grunting as he fucks you faster and faster, his cock brushing against your clit with every pass and sending sparks of pleasure through you that cause you to twitch and whine.

“Sonny making you feel good, baby? Making you quiver? I can feel it every time you take those little swipes at my cock with your tongue. Fuuuuck, I should film you doing this, watching you lick at it is almost hotter than actually fucking these tits.”

You dig your nails into Rafa’s strong thighs a little harder with every filthy word that comes tumbling out of his mouth, losing your control to lick at his cock every time that you see it and instead just holding your mouth open and tongue out for him to aim for on his own. Your own panting breath is starting to match Sonny’s harsh grunts and heavy breathing and you can tell by the way he’s gripping your legs like his life depends on it that he isn’t going to last much longer.

“Rafa, fuck, boss, ‘m gonna come, please can I–” Sonny pants behind Rafa, one of his hands coming into your line of sight as he grabs the shorter man’s hip to hang onto. Rafa nods quickly, focussed on aiming for your open mouth with every thrust.

“Do it Sonny, you’ve been such a good boy after all.” He groans and slows his own movements. “Unlike some people I could mention.”

Fred protests the jab just as Sonny comes inside of you with a soft cry. You feel his cock jerk and feel his come flooding your cunt. He keeps fucking you, riding out every second of his orgasm, and you see his fingers tighten around Rafa’s hip. Rafa lets go of your breast to cover his capo’s hand with his own, fingers twisting with the younger man’s.

“There’s a good boy…My sweet boy deserves a reward after planning such a nice Christmas picture,” he praises softly.

Fred harrumphs and Rafa winks down at you, smirking cheekily. You manage to roll your eyes, still panting, and finally Sonny stops. He leans against Rafa and the boss’s cock slides between your breasts again as he’s pushed forward with the weight of the capo on his back.

“Thanks doll,” Sonny pants. “Needed that.”

“Oh, no problem,” you whine, cunt still fluttering around his cock, too close to an orgasm to really be in the mood for any of his normal post coital chit chat. Sonny grunts and pulls out and you shiver at the sensation. And then can’t help but shudder again as you feel his come start to drip out of you.

“Fuck,” you and Sonny breathe together.

Rafa, still kneeling over you, turns to look over his shoulder at the younger man.

“Fred, I can’t believe you aren’t going to get to clean her up after this. Her pussy looks so pretty with my come dripping out of her. She’s a mess,” Sonny marvels, gaping, his thumb pressing it back inside of you before retreating again. He heaves an exaggerated sigh and you feel the bed shift as he moves around. “Guess I’ll have to do it myself. Can’t just leave her like this, after all.”

“Wait!” Fred finally shouts. Rafa smiles triumphantly and swings his leg over you to sit at your side. He gives your nipple a friendly tweak and you see Sonny sit back up and turn to face the foot of the bed as well.

“Yes, Frederick darling?” Rafa asks sweetly.

Fred clears his throat and hangs his head, admitting quietly,

“Maybe I was wrong about Christmas. Maybe it’s what you make of it and if you don’t want it to be the disgusting display of waste, greed, and capitalism that big retailers want you to make it, you don’t have to.” He sighs and shrugs in his colorful bonds. “Maybe we could make it about family. Our family.”

“And?” Rafa asks, a hand on your stomach holding you in place.

“And I’m sorry, Sonny, for being an asshole about your Christmas picture. It really is a sweet idea and I hope it turned out well. I can’t wait to see it.”

Rafael hums thoughtfully and looks over at Sonny.

“What do you think, Dominick? Are you satisfied with that apology?” Sonny shrugs.

“I think so.”

“How about you, sweet girl? Think he’s sincere?”

You sigh and shift your legs around, shuddering at the feeling of Sonny’s come dripping out of your cunt again.

“Are you sorry for being a Grinch? Do you promise not to do it again?” you ask the back of Fred’s head. His fluffy hair bounces as he nods vigorously. “Then say it.”

“I’m sorry for being a Grinch and I absolutely swear never to do it again.”

“Well, I’m satisfied. Go untie him Sonny, and help him out of his clothes,” Rafa orders with an imperious wave of his free hand before turning back to you and capturing your lips in a quick kiss. You lean up on your elbows just enough to watch Sonny get off the bed and make his way to the other side of the room to unplug the mini lights. The room gets slightly less bright as they flicker off and Sonny playfully tugs on the green cord as he follows it back to the impatient and irritated man. He makes quick work of untying Fred–quicker than you thought would be possible after seeing how complicated some of those knots were–and holds a hand out for Fred to take. Fred stands and wraps a hand around the back of the capo’s neck to drag him down into a long, eager kiss.

Sonny grins as he finally pulls away from him, lips a little swollen and even redder than normal, and helps Fred out of his clothes, kissing every newly bared part of the shorter man. You alternate between watching the two men in front of you and exchanging increasingly heated kisses with Rafa and the next thing you know Fred is hovering over you and growling,

“Now it’s time for you to get eaten out by an actual expert, you little tease, not these amateurs.” He kisses you hard and ducks down to position himself between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders and sighing happily.

Fred buries his face between them like a starving man being presented with a feast, his fingers digging into your thighs as he dips his tongue as deeply into your cunt as he can manage.

“Oh fuck, Fred–” you gasp out, your fingers twisting into his soft hair as he fucks you with his tongue. He moans against your cunt, the vibrations making you thrash under him as the sensation goes straight to your core. Rafa kneels behind Fred, running his hands over the doctor’s sides and squeezing his ass lightly.

“Can I fuck you, Fred? Since I didn’t get to come on our sweet girl’s face?” Fred mumbles a reply, barely moving his face away from your cunt as he nods and agrees. Rafa chuckles, a throaty laugh that is sexier than it has any right to be, and gets off the bed to get some lube after pressing a kiss to the top of Fred’s fluffy head. You close your eyes rather than trying to watch him, allowing yourself to let go and just feel everything as Fred pushes you closer to your second orgasm of the night.

He tries to press his tongue even deeper inside of you, chasing whatever might be left of Sonny’s come. His nose presses against your clit and the direct pressure makes you sob and tug at his hair, trying to get him even closer to you, trying to chase that sudden jolt, to feel it all the way up your spine again.

You come suddenly and with a sharp cry, your legs trembling around Fred’s head as you wail and try to rock your hips hard up against his face. The liquid heat that had been pooling in your core races out to your fingertips and toes, pulling all of your muscles taut as Fred moans brokenly at the taste of you. Sonny lies beside you, one arm resting over your hips as he helps Fred to keep you still.

“Good girl,” he praises. “How many orgasms do you think Fred’ll get out of you before he gets tired? I’m betting at least two more.” Sonny’s lips brush against your shoulder as he whispers to you and you can’t manage to formulate a coherent sentence; you’re only able to whine in reply.

You can tell when Rafa first pushes a finger inside of Fred from the way he moans even louder than before against your cunt. You bite your lip against a squeal as you feel the noise against your sensitive clit and struggle against the hold both he and Sonny have on you while Fred continues to pant and moan against you.

“Hurry up, Raf,” Fred mumbles against your cunt, licking long, messy lines up the length of your folds. Your fingers tighten in his hair and Sonny sighs dreamily beside you as he watches the three of you. You manage to open your eyes enough to watch Rafa for a little while, his fingers moving quickly and the tendons in his strong forearms even more noticeable as he tries to open Fred up as swiftly as he can without hurting him.

Your eyes snap shut again when Fred decides to wrap his soft lips around your clit and flick teasingly against it with his tongue. The bastard knows all of your weaknesses and he has no qualms about exploiting them relentlessly when he wants to prove a point. A whimper is the only sound that manages to make its way out of you–every nerve ending in your body suddenly seemingly connected to the ones in your clit as Fred toys with it. An even more pathetic sound, a desperate little mewl, is all that escapes you when Fred finally presses two of his long, talented fingers inside of you.

“Fuck, you ready Fred?” Rafa pants, sounding a little desperate himself as Fred nods and shifts on the bed, opening his legs a little wider. Rafa groans appreciatively at the sight and slaps a big hand against Fred’s ass. The sound that escapes Fred when Rafa starts to push his cock into him feels exquisite against you; you’d swear that you can feel it in your bones. He pulls briefly away from your cunt, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he rests his head against your thigh and fucks himself back against Rafa.

“God, you feel amazing,” he nearly whines, eyes squeezed shut and sweat beading at his temples, and you can practically hear Rafa smirking.

“So do you–so fucking tight,” Rafa hisses through his teeth, and Fred nuzzles against your thigh, his fingers moving lazily inside of you. Rafa’s first proper thrust into Fred pushes Fred’s fingers deeper inside of you, making you gasp as the pads of his fingers just barely brush against that spot on your inner walls.

Fred uses the momentum of Rafa’s punishing thrusts to fuck you with his fingers, making you wail when he adds a third. He laps at your clit–gasping with you while Rafa fucks him–with none of the devastating accuracy he’d had before, but the sensations elicited by the noises that spill out of him threaten to drag you over the edge for a third time. Sonny kisses your shoulder again, his hand moving from your hips to pinch one of your nipples.

“Do those noises feel as amazing as they sound, baby?” Sonny asks, pinching a little harder when you don’t answer him immediately.

“Yesyesyes, so fucking good,” you sob, your nails digging into Fred’s scalp as that familiar tension coils a little tighter in your core again with every sound and press of Fred’s fingers. Your third orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave and you sob and squirm as that burning heat washes over you.

It’s too much and you wriggle away from Fred as best as you can. You can’t take any more of those moans and soft groans right against your clit, oversensitized as you are. Instead, he rests his head on your thigh again, eyes still squeezed shut as Rafa fucks him hard.

“Fuck, Fred, ‘m close. Want me to…?” Rafa offers, his fingers curling around Fred’s cock.

“God, please,” Fred whines, kneeling up so he can press his back against Rafa’s chest. They look gorgeous together; Rafa’s arm wrapped around Fred’s waist, and Fred’s head tipped back onto Rafa’s shoulder as Rafa jerks him off, the long line of his neck looking deliciously tempting. You want to bite him but you’re not so sure your legs will support you moving right now.

Instead, you watch with Sonny as the two men move together, enjoying the sheen of sweat covering Fred’s body and the way Rafa slides his other hand over to clutch urgently at his hip. Fred bites his bottom lip, desperately trying to hold in the needy little whines that Rafa is seemingly effortlessly coaxing out of him, but when Rafa bends his head forward to suck a bright red mark into the side of his neck Fred practically wails, reaching back to clutch Rafa’s hair and keep his head tight to his neck.

His thighs are trembling and you can tell he isn’t going to last very long. So can Rafa, apparently, grunting sharply and lifting his head up just enough to hiss in Fred’s ear,

“Fuck, Fred, you getting close? Yeah? I can feel you so fucking tight around my cock–you gonna come soon?” When Fred nods shakily Rafa lifts his eyes up to you, his hips still moving hard, and orders,

“Get up, sweet girl. One of us should get to come all over those gorgeous tits tonight.”

Sonny leans over to kiss your cheek before you get up on your knees and run your fingers through the damp, sweaty hair at Fred’s temples.

“I’m so glad you changed your mind Fred,” you tell him, brushing your thumb over his bitten red lips. “I love watching you come.” You sit back on your heels as Fred squeezes his eyes shut and whines desperately, his free hand grabbing your arm for balance as he starts fucking Rafa’s fist in earnest.

You look down when you feel the first hot splash of Fred’s come hit your chest so you can watch his cock twitch in Rafa’s big hand. You lick your lips as you watch–his cock jerking and soft stomach shuddering–until his thighs start to shake and he lets go of your arm to bat ineffectually at the boss’s still stroking fingers. You look up and see him, sweaty, red, and gasping for air as Rafa starts to push him past pleasure and into overstimulation. Your eyes flick to Rafa’s face over Fred’s shoulder and see that he isn’t going to last much longer either.

“God, you feel fucking amazing around my cock. Fuck, I love being inside you Fred, love coming inside you guapo, shit, shit, shit–” Both of his hands go to Fred’s hips and he holds him as tight to his body as he can when he comes with a loud groan, burying his face against the side of Fred’s hair and breathing hard.

Fred hangs his sweaty head and grips Rafa’s hands, panting. Sonny sits up next to you and licks some of Fred’s come off of one of your nipples, but makes a face and sits back. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“What?” he asks defensively, cheeks heating up. “”S cold and it’s kinda gross.”

Rafa snorts against Fred’s neck before pulling out of him with a satisfied sigh. He flops onto the bed, and drags Fred down with him, curling his arms around the man and tugging him close for a cuddle. You roll your eyes and shove at Sonny’s shoulder, settling down next to the doctor with a tired groan. “Go get me a washcloth then,” you tell him with a smile. Sonny presses a kiss to your cheek before smiling and slipping off the bed. “And plug the lights back in–I liked how festive the room looked with them on.” Sonny salutes and saunters over to the other side of the room, plugging the lights back in and turning the lamp off on his way past and into the en suite.

The room is lit with the same soft glow that you love about the tree in the living room and you hum happily, staring at the shadows on the ceiling.

“I think this is nice, we should keep the bedroom lit like this all season,” you suggest. Rafa grunts agreeably, more focussed on catching his breath and playing with Fred’s hair than paying attention to any questions about interior decorating. You hear the tap run for a few seconds and Sonny is just stepping back into the room when Fred scoffs and remarks,

“I’d rather keep one room sacrosanct from ridiculous Christmas ‘festivities’, if the rest of you wouldn’t mind. There is only so much of that nonsense that I can tolerate.”

You turn your head to stare at him incredulously and see Rafa do the same, his eyebrows drawing down and together as he frowns ferociously at the man between you and his fingers stopping their gentle carding through the doctor’s hair.

“I hope you all realize that coercing a confession out of someone hardly ever works and I didn’t mean a thing I said earlier.” He looks disgustingly pleased with himself. “I believe the kids these days say ‘psyche’?”

The washcloth that Sonny had gotten for you to clean up with lands on Fred’s face with a wet ‘splat’ and he sputters furiously, while Rafa tells him matter of factly,

“You’re not getting at that shower until all three of us have taken our sweet fucking time with it. Also, congratulations Grinch, I am not turning my Christmas playlist off until New Years. That shriveled heart of yours is going to grow three fucking sizes by the 25th or I will die trying.”

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annab-nana · 3 years

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hello! a request with colby where the reader pranks him by like getting hurt or something and he gets super worried and frantic until he realizes it’s fake and then he’s super relieved but kinda upset about it all

I think I did a blurb similar to this but the roles were reversed and the reader was concerned for Colby who was fake hurt so if you want to find that, you definitely can haha but here you go! I’m gonna do a headcanon for this because it’s easier and quicker for me to get out to you guys so I hope you like it :)

Tw: mentions of blood (it’s fake blood but still)

Prank Gone Wrong (or is it?)

The fans had been begging you to do a prank on Colby

I mean full on pleading for months and months

So finally you were going to give in

You searched the comment sections of the several videos that Colby had posted of his various pranks on you to find an idea of what to do

You found one video from a long time ago in the first trap house where Colby had pranked both you and Sam making you both think he was seriously hurt from falling down the stairs

You were in hysterics while checking over your bloodied boyfriend while his best friend tried to assess the situation and call 911

Katrina was there and she tried to comfort your crying body before someone tapped on your shoulder

Kat burst into giggles as you slapped at Colby’s chest when it hit you that this was all some joke

You pretty much gave Colby the cold shoulder for the rest of the day and he clung to your side trying to make it up to you for the rest of the day

And eventually you forgave him and let him cuddle you and hold you and kiss you to his heart’s content

Today it was your turn

You were going to show him exactly how you felt that day those few years ago

You were going to make him feel the fear, the way your heart dropped to the depths of your stomach, how it churned and you felt queasy, how you felt like you were going to lose the love of your life within seconds

Did it sound kinda bad? Yes but he did it to you so it couldn’t be that bad for you to do the same right?

So you conjured up a plan

You were going to be filming something with Jake and he needed you to help get the big blow up trap house dog back on top of the roof of the patio

The plan was you’d fall from the roof and onto the ground similarly to how Sam did when he broke his back but you and Jake had tried this several times and landing on the blow up dog is much safer than on the bean bags

So it was ready to go

You checked outside with Jake to make sure he had the dog ready and by the patio and had a camera rolling and you already had one filming the stairs area facing towards the living room and another in yours and Colby’s room

Once all seemed to be good, you started your intro with Jake

“Hey guys, so I know I’m not who you expected to see on this fine Friday but if you know Colby, you know he hasn’t figured out what he’s doing for this video so we’re gonna help him with a prank.”

“And this is the first major prank of this trap house I would say,” Jake added

“Yes, so if you remember in the old trap house, Colby pranked me and Sam and we thought he was going to die so why not do the same to him. That seems fair, doesn’t it Jake?”

“I’d say so, yes,” he grinned at you before explaining the plan to the viewers

“Yes I’ll land right there and it’s been tested so we know it’s safe. We don’t want anymore broken backs here I promise. So I’m gonna go upstairs to get onto the roof and I’ll see y’all in a few.”

With that, you scurried up the stairs to your shared room where Colby laid on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone

“What are you doing sweetheart?” he asked when he saw you going towards the balcony

“On the roof to help Jake with a video,” you said as you skipped on over to the door

“Do you want me to help? I don’t want you to get hurt?”

Little did he know, that was the plan all along

“Um you can help Jake on the ground. He said he needed me on the roof for some reason but he’s right outside the patio.”

Colby got up after eyeing you oddly for a minute and left the room

“Okay Jake. Here I come,” you whispered when you got on the roof. “Now act like I got hurt.”

You hopped down onto the dog and slid off, laying on the ground

“Oh shit! Y/n, are you okay?” Jake yelled as he poured some of the fake blood you had gotten earlier by your head and in your hair to make it look like your head was bleeding. “Colby!”

You had your eyes shut when you heard the pounding footsteps of your boyfriend coming closer and then the sliding glass door opened

“Jake, what the fuck happened? I just saw her two second ago upstairs.” The fearful waver in his voice was highly evident and it broke your heart to hear but you didn’t show a sign of anything

“Sh-she just fell. I-I think she tripped,” Jake explained when you felt a presence next to your body

“Call 911!”

A shaky hand ran through your hair, pushing it out of the way from being in your face

“Y/n, baby, can you hear me?”

You let your eyes flutter open to meet the bright blues that gazed down upon you with such fear and sadness

“Hi love,” he cooed, “can you say something?”

“It hurts,” you murmured

“I know baby. Jake’s getting help. Don’t leave me okay?”

“What happened?” Sam’s voice broke out from next to y’all

Colby looked over at him with the saddest eyes you had ever seen and Sam’s softened right on the spot

“I’ll be right back.” And with that, the blond flew back in the house

“Colby?” you whispered shakily to really sell the fact that you were weakened by the blow to the head

His teary eyes immediately found yours and his fingers caressed at your face gently

“Yes angel, what is it? What do you need? I’m right here,” Colby spoke so softly, it was as if he would break you if he spoke any other way

“This... my head...” you started, taking deep breaths between your words

“I know, it hurts,” he tried to calm you but you shook your head then wincing as if the action caused you more pain

“No,” you breathed again, making sure to breathe slower with each minute. “This is... it’s all... a pr-”

“They’re on the way,” Jake’s words cut you off but it doesn’t slip past Colby

“What were you saying baby?”

“It’s all a prank,” you say completely normal and then show him a wide grin before wiping the lone tear that slipped out of his eye

“I’m back with a t- oh, you’re okay?” Sam questioned with a towel in hand as his eyes jumped from yours and Jake’s playful eyes to Colby’s eyes that were mixed of many different emotions

“Never better!” you chirped while grabbing the towel from Sam’s hand and using it to get the fake blood out of your hair

“I’d say that went pretty well,” Jake stated as he held a hand up for you to high five which you gladly clapped your hand against his

“It was a prank?” The confused blond inquired and you and Jake nodded

“Y/n pulled her first prank!” Jake congratulated, pulling you into a side hug

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” you grinned at the boy before kneeling down next to Colby. “Are you okay, bubba? You’ve been awful quiet?”

“I wanna hug you but I’m also mad at you,” he pouted, playfully crossing his arms like a child

“Aww Colbs,” you muttered before wrapping your arms around the boy and pulling him into your chest. Your hand found his hair and comfortingly played with the strands

You looked up to Jake and poked out your bottom lip, showing him that you felt bad for the prank you had pulled when Colby’s arms tightened around you

“I’m okay, sweetheart. I’m right here,” you whispered in his ear

“Yeah I know and here you will stay. I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

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snelbz · 3 years

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Life As We Know It {Chapter Three}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Tara’s blogs! >> @tacmc.

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Nesta sat across the kitchen table in Azriel and Elain’s kitchen, looking at her sister.

“I mean, I just don’t get it,” Nesta continued, shaking her head. “Me and Cassian… Why didn’t they choose you and Azriel? You’ve been together forever and want a big family.”

“You’re second guessing taking care of Nyx?” Elain asked, with no judgement, just curiosity.

“No, of course not,” Nesta began, sighing. “It’s just… Me and Cassian?”

“They did try to set you two up all those years ago,” Elain said, propping an elbow on the table and dropping her chin in her hand.

Nesta raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “And how well did that work out?”

Elain rolled her eyes, but sighed. “Feyre was right though,” she said, looking at the letter from Rhys and Feyre, laying face down on the table. Nesta had brought it over for Elain to read, which had just made them both start crying over again. “You have the fiercest heart. Nyx needs you in his life.”

She blinked away the tears lining her eyes again. Silently, she wondered when she’d be able to think about her sister, about Rhys again, without dissolving into tears. She knew it would be a long while.

Finally, she said, “I know he does. I just don’t understand why Cassian has to be involved. That’s not going to be a healthy environment for him to grow up in.”

She could already see it, she and Cassian at each other’s throats. He knew how to get under her skin, loved to do it, did it as often as he could. It would be all Nyx saw as he grew up, his guardians screaming at each other.

“He needs to be somewhere happy and loving and peaceful. Like here, Lainy. He’d flourish here, with you and Az and Seph.”

Elain gave her sister a long, wistful look. Her eyes were soft and misty when she said, “We’re just learning to take care of one, Nes. I can’t… We can’t take on another infant. And, besides, it wasn’t what Feyre and Rhys wanted.”

“They probably wrote that the second they got engaged,” Nesta said, knowing that wasn’t true. “They didn’t know what they wanted.” Elain glanced at the open letter that sat on the table between them. “I read it. They knew exactly what they wanted for Nyx in case something happened to them, and I think that they were right. Just because you and Cassian can’t see it doesn’t mean that it’s not a good idea.”

“The lawyer will disagree with that,” Nesta muttered, remembering Tarquin’s words from their meeting. I tried to advise them against this. She shivered. “The thought of living with Cassian and playing house has me nauseous. And pissed off. So pissed off that I’m nauseous.”

Elain sighed again. “He really is a-.”

“A good guy,” Nesta interrupted, letting her head fall into her hands. Her fingers tugged in the roots slightly. “I know. You keep telling me that. Feyre always told me that. Everyone keeps telling me that. But the two of us?” She looked up at Elain, letting her see into those eyes that matched Feyre’s perfectly, letting her see the slight panic in them, letting her see everything. “We aren’t compatible. Everything about him, it throws me off.”

A cry from down the hall had both of the women standing, but when Nesta realized it was Nyx, she hurried out of the kitchen. In a flash, she was in the spare room, crossing to the small crib Elain and Az had set up for Feyre and Rhys when they found out they were pregnant.

Nyx’s blue eyes were wide and he let out another tortured wail and Nesta tried to soothe him before he was even in her arms. “It’s okay, bubba,” she cooed, holding him against her chest. He kept crying, though the volume of his screams lessened. Instead they were more akin to what Nesta would have almost called sobs.

“It’s been a long day,” she breathed. “I think we should go home, yeah?”

She gathered his diaper bag from where it laid on the bed and when she entered the living room, Elain was sitting on the couch, reading over the letter again. Quiet tears slid down her cheeks.

“I’m gonna get him home,” Nesta said, softly. She repeated, “It’s… It’s been a long day.”

Nodding, Elain folded the letter back up and wiped at the tears on her face with the back of her hand. “Right.” She held the letter out to Nesta, who took it, careful not to jostle Nyx who had finally quieted down, though Nesta could tell he was still awake.

His little hand was pressed to the side of her neck, and she could feel it moving gently.

“Call me if you need anything,” Elain said, carefully hugging her and pressing a kiss to the top of Nyx’s head. “Az and I will help you move what you need to into the house, so don’t hesitate to ask.”

Nesta could only nod, still unsure of how she was going to do this, how she was going to live her life, while also taking care of the far more precious one in her arms. She silently left, driving home and getting Nyx inside and settled, letting him sit in the Bumbo seat she’d found in the kitchen atop the counter while she cooked dinner.

After putting him down for bed, Nesta found herself sitting on the balcony off of Rhys and Feyre’s old bedroom. She looked out into the small wood that made up their backyard, over the pool and chairs that had been set up for the approaching summer, but her eyes were drawn up to the stars that Velaris was famous for.

“I don’t know how to do this,” she whispered, not sure if she was admitting it to herself or to Rhys and Feyre, listening to her wherever they were. “I’m so scared I’ll do something wrong.”

The sounds of crickets and other manner of nighttime creatures were the only reply she received.

“I know you believed in me, in us, but I don’t. I want to make you both proud but I don’t know if I can do that. I just need something to tell me that I’m not making a huge mistake and-.

She softly gasped as a shooting star went blazing across the sky, a second one following it right after.

Her lip trembled as she nodded up at the night sky, understanding, knowing who had sent those stars. She almost felt like she could feel them there, as if they were telling her that it would be hard, but she could do it.

And she… she didn’t have to do it alone.

*

Cassian wasn’t at Az and Elain’s for thirty seconds before he crossed to the mini-fridge Azriel kept stocked in the garage.

“There’s no way they thought this was a good idea,” he said, pacing around, Azriel silently watching him. “It’s a sick joke, just like all of this is. There’s another letter somewhere that says just kidding, wouldn’t that be funny though?”

He cracked open the beer and drank it all in one go.

“I mean, Rhys and I always messed around and shit, but…this is too far,” he went on, tossing the can in the garbage and reaching for another one.

Azriel crossed his arms as he said, “Too many of those and you may think it’s funny, too.”

Cassian shot him a look as he drank from his can. “This isn’t funny. None of this is funny.”

Azriel took a deep breath before saying, “Did you stop to think that maybe they knew exactly what they were doing?”

Cassian said nothing as he propped himself on a stool and shook his head. Azriel didn’t push him. Eventually, Cassian said, quietly, “I want to help Rhys. I want to be the man that he thought I was. I mean, shit, he left me in charge of his child. And I would die for that child. But, Nesta was right, you know? I have no idea how to take care of a kid, especially one as young as Nyx.”

“You think I did, when Seph came along?” He asked, leaning back against the workbench. Cassian was as comfortable in this garage as he was his own, had created just as many beautiful things here as he had in his own cramped space. But he focused on Azriel’s words, sighed as he listened to his brother.

“I was scared shitless, but that didn’t mean a thing to her, or to Elain,” he went on. “Because they both needed me. They needed me to get my shit together and figure it out, and that’s exactly what I did.”

Cassian didn’t say anything, he just looked down at his feet, at his dirty work boots and silently drank from the can in his hands.

Azriel crossed the garage and pulled out a beer of his own, cracking it open and taking a drink. “So read the books, do the research, go online, do whatever you have to do, but Cassian, listen to me.”

His brother rarely used his full name, so he looked up at him, nor expecting to find the tenderness on his face or the silver lining his eyes.

“If you think for one second that Rhys and Feyre didn’t know what they were doing, you’re wrong. No one loves that little boy as much as you do. Yeah, you’re probably going to fuck up once or twice, but it’s okay.” Azriel placed a hand on his shoulder. “It happens and as long as you learn from it, that’s all that matters.”

Cassian wiped at his eye with the back of his hands. “I’m fucking scared, man.”

“I know you are,” Az replied, his voice dropping, almost gentle. “Not to mention we’re all still hurting. But you and Nesta are going to be fine, Nyx is going to be fine.”

Cassian clamped his eyes shut. He groaned. “It wouldn’t be so bad, I know I can learn to take care of Nyx, but Nesta? They expect me to live with Nesta?”

Azriel actually hesitated. “Yeah, that sucks.”

Cassian, despite himself, laughed quietly. “Yeah.”

“But, believe it or not, I think she’d be good for you,” Azriel said, keeping that quiet tone.

“Now you’re trying to set us up?” Cassian asked, wiping at his eyes and the tears that had nearly fallen.

Azriel shook his head. “No. But, Nesta Archeron gets shit done. And she loves Nyx, too. The two of you together….different parenting styles? Yeah. But, you’d be surprised at how well two opposites balance each other out when it comes to parenting.”

Cassian thought of Azriel and Elain. They were both gentle and kind, but they were pretty opposite, too.

“And if it’s a complete failure?” Cassian asked.

Azriel sighed as he watched Cassian. At last, he said, “It won’t be.”

Cassian wanted to believe him, wanting to feel confident in the words Azriel said, but even his third beer hadn’t lifted his confidence.

He let his head fall back, staring up at the ceiling, at the garage door that was raised to allow the cool, night breeze in. “I have to live with Nesta Archeron. The Mother thinks she’s funny. The Cauldron is laughing at me. Fate is rubbing its hands together and laughing maniacally.”

“No,” Az chuckled. “I think that might be Rhys.”

Cassian snorted, but the door to the house opened and Elain stuck her head out. She smiled softly at Cassian, who raised his drink in greeting. “I thought I heard you out here. You gonna stay for dinner?”

His alternative was grabbing something from a drive through or searching through his fridge for something that wasn’t completely freezer burned, so he smiled and said, “Sure, Lainy. Thanks.”

She beamed at them both and the door clicked shut behind her as she turned to go back to the kitchen. Cassian looked over at Azriel to find him still smiling like a fool at the door.

He sighed quietly as he realized he would probably never have that, would never have someone he could stare after and gaze at as fondly as Azriel did Elain. Not if he was to spend his life shackled to someone who wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

As soon as he thought the words, he chastised himself, stepping out into the driveway. She was just as miserable about the whole ordeal as he was. But for Nyx, they could try and make it work. They would make it work. They would do what they had to.

He sighed, gazing up into the night sky.

Shaking his head, he wondered if there was some sort of afterlife. If there was, he wondered if Rhysand and Feyre were somewhere in the sky, looking down at him, trying to encourage him, trying to get a message to him during this horrible, hectic, anxiety-ridden unknown time.

He hoped they were.

He could use it.

That encouragement.

That love.

Cassian began raising his can to his lips, but then he froze.

A shooting star shot across the night sky.

Then another.

Cassian’s hand fell back to his side as he stared at the bright Velaris starlight, completely in awe.

They were watching, they were there with him. They were there with all of them.

Of course they were.

Cassian swore under his breath as he fully gave into the ridiculous notion of moving in with Nesta, of co-parenting with the most frustrating, stubborn woman in Prythian.

But for Nyx, he would.

For Rhysand, for Feyre, he would.

#life as we know it #snacmc lawki #nessian #nessian contest #nesta archeron #cassian #snelbz tacmc collab #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf

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anotherslasherblog666 · 3 years

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Hi have you done slashers with plus sized partners yet?? (and if you wanna do hcs could you include billy lenz ♥) thank you!!! N I love your writing!!!

Slasher with Plus sized Partners! I am so happy to do this cause I am myself a midsized gal lolol

Warnings: Some NSFW, mentions of mental states/ illness.

Brahms Heelshire: -I already HC that this mans is VERY MUCH into pluses sized figures. He's seen them in paintings and loves the shapes and curves the body naturally makes

-So when a new plus-size/ Curvy nanny comes in, he is immodestly imfatuated - Probably wouldn't be able to contain himself and would start stealing clothes/ undies even before you would unpack. When you sleep he can't help himself but touch himself while you rest. He really wants to hold you close to him. Feel the warmth and pressure of your body. -HOWEVER, where you two are finally face to face, he won't know what to do with himself. He'd probably run away back into the walls due to shyness

-But once his shyness/akwardness subsides, be prepared to be grabbed at 24/7. He loves everything about the way you look. And skimpier the outfit you wear around the house, the better in his opinion. If your cold he will give you his sweaters or just use himself as a blanket to keep you warm

-When making love, he will kiss all over your body, especially your tummy area, he LOVES IT, he doesn't have a specify body part that is his favorite, he loves EVERYTHING -He will never allow you to talk ill about the way you look, he honestly might cry if you come down too hard on yourself. So if you don't want Brahms crying or yelling at you about it, knock it off.

-You'd better only accept the delivered from Malcolm outside the house cause Brahms will get very jelouse if any man looks your way, will always throw a fit over it. Bubba Sawyer:

-BIG BIG BIG MAN HIMSELF - Bubba knows he's a big guy but that's honestly never bother him about himself. He usually just sees people as meat/ a meal for his family

-But on someone else, he thinks its honestly very attractive. Especially if you got a bigger butt, THAT is what makes him all flustered - Bubba though is a gentleman and will never grab or touch on you unless you ask him too! If any of the family tries, he gets VERY upset and will take you to your shared room and lock you up there for your safety.

-If Bubba is really really in the mood, he will rub his errection up against your butt, its very soft he can't help it. That or on your thighs, put on some stockings/ thigh highs you're not leaving the bedroom all night

-If you feel down about yourself, he won't really understand why you're upset about your body, but he will still comfort you cause your sad. Lots of kisses on your body to show how much he loves you!

Thomas Hewitt: -Just Like Bubba a BIG MAN and is very aware of it, but he likes that about himself, he has a barrel chest and big arms, a lot of muscle under the fat

-He likes a partner with more meat on them, he feels better about rough housing with them. Favorite parts are their cute tummies. When he bends over to give them a hug form behind, he'll take handfuls and give it a squeeze, same with the thighs

- If ANYONE even his own family says anything about how you look, he will drag them down to the basement and threaten to hang them on the hook. Even Hoyt, who learned the hard way that grabbing at you resulted in a broken hand.

- If you start to come down on how you look, he will pick you up and say how light you are, and swing you around till your laughing in his arms.

-If you want to lose weight, he probably will let you help with the harder chores so you can build muscle with him, but try to skip a meal on him and he WILL get upset. If he finds out you didn't eat all day, Thomas will drag you to the kitchen and with him for Luda Mae will make you food. Though they don't always have much, family always eats.

Billy Lenz: -Billy is.....Billy. He has never really had a partner so if anyone gives him attention (bad or good) He's going to jump at them full force. You're probably going to have to beat him off with a stick to get some space.

- Billy will notice how you look compared to your roommates later on in the relationship after he mentally starts to become aware of his surroundings. But he will aways prefer you over them, they all look frail to him.

-Billy always like how warm and soft you are, it calms him down when you hold him, especially if he is about to have another mental break. When he's feeling lonely from staying in the attic, he will crawl down and press himself against your body as closely as he can to feel that warmth he loves so much.

-When you two are having sex, be prepared for him to want to fuck every part of your body. He really likes the way you feel on dick, he will ejculate all over you. Sorry he won't help you clean up, it is what it is.

-However, if Billy catches you in the shower, he will join you and want to wash you all over. He loves the water runs down your body and really likes it when its suddsie all over

-Billy also really likes if you wear tight outfits, if you really wanna rile him up, get some panties that are missing the crocs area, you won't even be able to model them off, he'll be tackling you over to have some fun. Hope you like it!!

#slasher #slasher imagines #billy lenz #brahms heelshire #thomas hewitt #bubba sawyer

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choptop-sawyer · 3 years

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Hi again 😎💫 im here to dig at ur brain again bcs i. M. Aaa sorry i just love ur stuff but. I have this kinda rly specific storyline type hc area and I'd love to hear any hcs you might get from it if its at all jr thing. But um I keep sometimes thinking back to the idea of kinda, vaguely growing up in the same area as the Sawyers, being childhood friends (and being stupid 2gether, running arount the countryside, ditching school & playing in corn fields) -

But then having to leave in your late teens to school / whatever (I mean 😎 my sappy ass also thinks abt mutual pining w Bobby but you know...... nearly unrelated.......)

Then, later on (Bobbys now Chop Top, Nubbins is..... dead I guess but also >:( maybe not, the family is up to being a mess etc) returning to town to take a break from work or whatever. N meeting up w the family again, i mean, oblivious to the bullshit they get up to but.... yk

This is a bit rambly i should probs have waited to sleep but I can't get the thought of returning to the Sawyer door wearing Bobbys tie dye sweatshirt that hr borrowed u years ago and all the impact of being a former family member bc u were also kind of an outsider or whatever but also the drama of leaving so uwu sksjd

This got so long. All i wanted to ask is: sawyer family headcanons for a childhood friend returning to town after being away for years. Rip.

THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS god I love the image too of just standing in the doorway,, you're not home, you've changed a little bit, but you still fit into some of the old aspects you know so well they fit you and cover you.

Actually this is great because that fic that I swear exists has pretty much the same premise but!!! I can make this one less tragic than that one. 😎

(This is mostly Chop Top n you centric please don't mind)

Also this timeline is all fucky. I think that as soon as Chop came home from Vietnam the Sawyers had basically uprooted themselves and were living in North Texas because of the... Hardesty incident. But like can we pretend that that never happened they r still there in Newt? Just for this. (Hope you like it!)

Chop Top's Childhood Friend Returns

You don't think you would have turned out the way you did without the Sawyers.

They were the main element of your childhood, a mystery that you had to be a part of. A mystery, because they were closed off. Mistrustful. The sickness of small towns carried to the extreme, because they were mostly alone. The loneliness made them more miserable, the misery made them more isolated. A cycle, a legacy.

So it was a a miracle that you were even allowed to be apart of some of it, but you attribute that miracle to Bobby.

He seemed to think you were as much of mystery as what you thought the Sawyers were. Two kids looking through a small window into another world. But he liked that. He liked that you were something different, something new. From beyond that small world of loneliness that lived in the house.

You learned quickly that he had a desire for anything beyond that world. So he'd invite you out with him, when you were kids, to run free in the tall grass, when you got older, to drive with him to places unknown. He had a knack for finding these odd places, and he always brought you along with the music cranked up loud on the radio.

Bobby told you many times that he wanted to see the world. He had this lust for life that went beyond the restlessness of the young. He also said that he wanted to bring you along with him when he saw the world. You didn't ever mention how that always made your heart skip a beat when he said that.

Maybe you should have. But the past is the past and you can't change that.

You knew the other Sawyers too, but Bobby tended to avoid them sometimes. But occasionally, you got to hang out with them.

Nubbins was an enigma. You didn't think Nubbins was his real name. But that's the only one you heard from him, but the name situation was the least confusing thing. He was the most open person you knew. And yet you couldn't understand him, and decided at some point that you wouldn't ever. But he was fun. His energy was infectious, if he was filled with joy, you couldn't help but laugh with him too. That was Nubbins, so absent of any purposeful deceit that he was almost a mirror, you saw yourself around him, sometimes it was uncomfortable, but other times it was fun.

Bubba was the opposite. He seemed to be legitimately wary of you. Bobby once told you that Bubba didn't like to leave the house, ever. He stayed and did the chores. You wondered if he minded, being stuck with all the chores but Bobby said he didn't. It was comforting for him. Always having something set to do. You only saw him once. Nubbins had made him tag along when he needed him to hang some things from a tree. Bones from indeterminate animals, a clock with a nail through it. You don't think Nubbins actually needed Bubba to reach the branches (he climbed pretty well) but he just wanted his little brother to see his work. Bubba didn't make eye contact with you the entire time. He was wholly focused on his task of helping Nubbins. But he was gentle when he helped his brother, careful, and for that you liked him.

Drayton was... well. He was the one Bobby argued with the most. He was his brother, but with how much age between the two, it was almost hard to believe sometimes. Drayton was the one that everybody in Newt knew the most. People liked him well enough, but they said he was odd behind his back. He knew that. You don't think he trusted anything outside the insular world he and his family had existed in for years, and was at odds with Bobby because he didn't get why Bobby wanted anything to do with the world outside.

Oftentimes you would see Bobby after he and Drayton got into it. He'd be fuming, but he'd smile when he saw you. You'd leave with him whenever he came to you. These adventures were the most fun you had when you were there.

The other times you'd go off were when he'd convince you to skip school. Bobby never went himself. He didn't get the idea of all those kids sitting in classrooms for hours, doing nothing but writing and listening. Why do that when you can find things out for yourself? Get into some trouble? In his mind, he was saving you from a very boring thing.

You two knew the area around Newt well. The fields and the flat expanses were the best kind of playground. Your dreams were still set in them. A kind of sunshine filled melancholy.

Bobby told you things in the grass. His dreams yes, but his own thoughts. On music, on late night radio, on movies, on you. He perhaps thought of you as wonderful as voices on the radio, stars on the screen. He never told you that though. But your name was never far from his mouth when Bobby talked about the things he loved.

You and him loved each other as much as two kids who didn't know how to could. He was always on your mind now, with not much tangible objects to remember him with. A photograph taken by Nubbins, your faces blurred because you were laughing. A button, the pin on the back bent. A sweatshirt, which he tie dyed himself, and gave to you one night. The colors were faded. You never did get to return it.

The years away did nothing to lessen thoughts of him. No, they just blurred all together now, and the stream of the sunshine filled melancholy was almost endless. You needed a break. There was only one place you could think of that could help you with that.

So you came back. All things led back to this place eventually. Newt was dying, or dead. Didn't you see somewhere that when a ship went down, it took everything with it? You didn't want to stay for long. But you had to see all of them, you had to know that they were all not these strange figures you had dreamt up.

You went right to the house. You'd never actually been allowed inside, Bobby just always said something along the lines of 'Grandma and Grandpa are napping upstairs' or 'there's a mess' (never mind that he could care less usually about messes.) But you figured he had had a good reason. Maybe he was embarrassed.

When you knocked on the door, your heart was pounding. And that was all. Nothing happened, no indication that anyone was there. You waited, the sweatshirt was too hot but you didn't want to take it off.

Maybe you should come back another time. You were just about to turn around and leave when the door burst open, almost whacking you in the face. And there (you couldn't believe your eyes you couldn't this was a dream) he was.

Bobby had a hammer raised over his head, grinning, he was poised to swing it down, but then he saw you and he felt as if he was in a dream too.

It's been so long. He thought he made you up, a dream to carry him through misery, and you looked the part, even as you stood before him on the doorway. The light of the setting sun shone behind you, heat waves shimmered in the dusk, and you... you.

Facing each other, you stood, just staring. Over head the sky grew colorful, in the fields the grass whispered in the wind. Nothing had changed. Everything had changed. Bobby dropped the hammer and grabbed for your face, and he held it, fingers digging in so tight it hurt.

"H-hey you." He said, and fell to his knees, releasing your face. You numbly touched the marks his fingers left. Bobby still looked like a man who had seen a ghost.

You called his name, and his eyes looked lost, like he hadn't heard it in a long time. He looked up at you, and you could really get a good look at him. His face was leaner, he looked sickly and wiry, but his eyes were just as you remembered. You sank down to the porch to sit with him.

"Fuck... FUCK I didn't... I- I thought ya'd forgotten all about me... uh.. uhm. Fuck! I mean, r-really! Turnin' up out of the blue like you're some kinda... ghost or whatever... WHOA man... like, ya here to return m-my, my sweatshirt? You're wearin' it, you can keep it! You look better in it anyway... heh, fuck." He rambled on and on, hands tensing and twitching as if they were moving to touch you again, just to reaffirm your existence. Did he know how glad you were to see him? Did he know that you hadn't felt right for the longest time being away?

You forgot all about the sweatshirt, the hammer he had raised with a sadistic grin. You reached out and held one of his twitching hands, and he stilled and stopped talking. There was a peace now.

It didn't seem possible for your heart to feel this full. But it was. And by god, if this wasn't the best decision you made in your life to visit your old hometown, if only just for this moment.

Bobby stood, with your hand still in his, pulling you up. He smiled at you, and you knew you still loved him, and in your deepest heart, you knew he loved you too.

But this time around, maybe you and him could love each other right.

#tcm #texas chainsaw #chop top #chop top sawyer #chop top sawyer x reader #tcm 2 #texas chainsaw massacre #slashers #slasher x reader #my writing #chop top x reader #choptop sawyer

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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positions with chris evans (smut implicit if you feel comfortable) he is her new bf and her ex was a horrible guy. Now she is happy with Chris and is all, fluff

I haven’t written for Chris in a while now and I miss my bubba🥺 Thank you for the request lovely, hope you like it!

💌.

positions

a/n: (f/n) ~ friend’s name

warnings: I’m a bitch for back stories so the beginning is like long....enjoy:) also smut**

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Heaven sent you to me

I'm just hopin’ I don't repeat history

You were never good at relationships. You weren’t a horrible person to date; relationships just never worked for you. One ex cheated, another drifted apart, and the last one canceled your engagement. You’ve had it rough. Though, you were confident in yourself and believed that you were an independent woman; you ARE an independent but you just needed some love. You could manage to be on your own. However, you didn’t know how long you’d last until the loneliness got to you.

You were spiraling down a hole of self pity and insecurity after your ex-fiancé called off your engagement. You’ve isolated yourself from your friends and spent more time at the bar. Not to look for some rebound but to wallow in your self pity even more. As if the world knew you needed a pick me up, you bumped into Chris.

You were in one of those lowkey bars in LA drinking a Seagrams. Why a Seagrams? You came alone to the bar which meant you had to drive yourself home. So no getting shitfaced drunk for you.

You were sitting at the bar sipping on your drink as you ate some fries. There was some random football game on the tv but you didn’t pay any mind to it. You were scrolling through your phone when a tall man sat into the seat next to you. You glanced at him, meeting his blue eyes for a second, before you looked back to your phone. Chase, the bartender, asked the stranger with the blue eyes what he wanted.

“Just a beer.” His voice was thick with hints of a Boston accent in it. His large frame settled into a small dainty chair that looked as if it were going to collapse underneath him.

“It’s pretty quiet here for a Friday night.” The man said from beside you. It took you a moment to realize he was talking to you. You shut your phone off and turned your attention to him.

“Um yeah, it’s always like that around here.” You answer with a tight smile. His face makes an “oh” kind of expression.

“Ah, it’s my first time around here.” He nods to Chase as he finally gets his beer. You nod at his answer and go back to your phone.

“So do you come here often?” You hear him ask. You sigh as you turn to face him again.

“Yeah, I’ve been going here for a few months now.”

“Alone?” He questioned you as his took a swig of his beer. You didn’t know what his deal was but you just weren’t in the mood for it.

“Yeah, alone.” You stifle a fake laugh as you turn back to your phone. He goes silent for a few minutes, making you think he was done. Until he asked you another question then another. This continued for half an hour. He asked you some random question and you replied with a short half assed answer. He just couldn’t catch a hint.

“Look, if you’re trying to get into my pants, I’m not interested.” You interrupt him as he was asking another question. A smug look made its way onto his face as he held his hands up in surrender.

“Well I wasn’t trying to get into your pants.” He started, “Something seemed to be bothering you so I thought I’d start a conversation with you and you could vent to me.” He defended himself as he shrugged his shoulders. You felt your face flush in embarrassment as guilt took over your body. You cringed at yourself and groaned into your hands.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry. You were just being nice and I had to let my ego get in the way.” You apologized as you took your head out your hands. The man chuckled as he waved off your apology.

“Nah, you’re all good. I should’ve been straight to the point.” He rolled his eyes at himself as he leaned forward.

“So, is there anything bothering you? You were literally spaced out while you went though your phone.” He crossed his arms together as he rested his head on his bicep.

“Stalker much?”

“Nah, just observant.”

“I don’t wanna waste your time.” You tell him. He shrugs once again as he leans closer to you.

“I’ve got all night. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Boy, I'm tryna meet your mama on a Sunday

Then make a lotta love on a Monday (Ah, ah)

Never need no (No), no one else, babe

The bar became a frequent meet up place for you and Chris. The first night you told him about your troubles and he listened without any interruptions, only asking a few questions here and there. The second night you learned about him and his job. Turns out he was Captain America, you still don’t know how you didn’t recognize him. Third night you guys shared an order of fries as he tried to explain a football game to you. The fourth night you listened to him talk about his anxiety and how much he missed his family. The fifth night you two finally took it to his place and spent the early hours of the morning between his sheets.

Now six months later you were still spending the mornings in his sheets but now you were his girlfriend.

The sun was warm against your back as you woke up. You could feel Chris run circles soothingly onto your back making you sigh in content. You felt him press a kiss onto your temple as he pulled you closer to him.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” His voice was gravelly still laced with sleep. You finally open your eyes and see his bright blue eyes staring down at your (e/c) eyes.

“Hey bubs.” You sleepily smile at him as you rub the sleep out your eyes and stretch. Dodger was resting at the foot of the bed, his nose bumping into your or Chris’ foot occasionally.

“You got any plans today?” He asked as he laid on his back taking you with him. You traced the Dodger tattoo on his chest as you thought for a second.

“Mmmm, not much. It’s a lazy Sunday for me.” You shrugged as you glanced up at him, “What are your plans for today?”

“Well my family’s coming over, so we might head to some restaurant and hang there.” He mentioned as he carded his fingers through your hair.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head, “Why don’t they just come over for dinner?” Chris’ head snaps down at you.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll cook and they could come over for dinner. Plus aren’t they just coming from the airport? I’m sure they’d want to be comfortable instead of going to a restaurant.” You explained as you flipped over to rest on your elbows. Chris looked at you adoringly as you waited for him to reply.

“You’d do that for me?” He asked sounding a bit shocked.

“Yeah, of course I would, Chris. They’re you’re family and you’ve mentioned that you’ve been missing them for a while. So whatever makes you happy.”

Chris says nothing before he leans forward to catch your lips into a passionate kiss. You giggle against him as he turns you over so you’re resting on your back.

’Cause I'll be

Switchin' them positions for you

Cookin' in the kitchen and I'm in the bedroom

I'm in the Olympics, way I'm jumpin' through hoops

Know my love infinite, nothin’ I wouldn’t do

That I won't do, switchin’ for you

“Chris. If— If I’m going to be cooking—“ you begin to say but Chris just keeps interrupting you with his lips. You laugh as you push his face away from yours. He opens his eyes and looks down at you upset.

“Baby, if I’m going to cook for your family, I need to start now. I don’t even know what I’m gonna make yet.” Chris hangs his head down as he huffs.

“We can figure that out later, right now I just wanna show you how much I love you right now.” He moved your hands off his shoulders and used one of his hands to hold both your wrists above you.

His pupils were dilated as he gazed lovingly at you. He turns away for a second to tell Dodger to leave the room. When you hear the pitter patters of Dodger’s nails down the hall, Chris slots himself in between your legs. He presses his hard on against your clothed mound making your breath hitch. His lips meet yours again, but this time they moved slower as if they were savoring the feeling of you against them.

You wrap your legs around his torso and push his hips down to meet yours as you grind against him. The feeling makes you moan as his bulge rubs against you. You could feel yourself starting to get wetter and wetter as Chris’ tongue slips into your mouth.

You whine as you try to get your wrists out of his grip. You bite down on his lip as you pull away to stare up at him with your hazy eyes. The action causes Chris to groan and rut his hips against you even more. You let go of his lip and kiss down his jaw to his neck.

“Take those off.” You whine as your feet kick at his boxers.

“Impatient, huh?” Chris chuckles before he listens to you. You feel his length brush up against your thigh making you want him even more.

“I want you in me, Chris.” You moan against his ear. Chris uses his free hand to remove your panties and toss them to the side. His cold fingers run past your folds as he spreads your wetness. The coldness compared to your warmth made you flinch.

“Look at that, baby. Got you all wet and I haven’t even done anything yet.” He tsked huskily as he brings his fingers with your juices to rest on your lips. You wrap your lips around his fingers and swirl your tongue around them as you taste yourself on him.

“I love you so much. Do you know that?” He asks you through gritted teeth. He takes his length and starts to stroke it. You bite your lip as you see his red tip glaring up at you. You could see the pre cum drip from his slit and onto your stomach. You take some of his pre cum and bring it down to your pussy to mix with your arousal.

“Fuck.” Chris groans as he sees your fingers scissor your folds making you writhe underneath him. Your head felt like it was in a haze as you stroked yourself while Chris sucked and toyed with you nipples. Chris began to move south but you stop him.

“Baby, as much as I would like to have you eat me out, I really need to get a head start on cooking.” You painfully tell him. You really wanted him down there but it was nearing the afternoon and you wanted to make sure the food was perfect for his family. Chris sighs knowing you’re right.

“Alright, alright. But my head’s going to be down there all day tomorrow. Wanna see you cum all over my face and drip down the sheets. You’re not gonna be able to walk for weeks.” He declares before lining himself up with your entrance. You lazily smile at him as you peck his lips.

Perfect, perfect

You're too good to be true (You're too good to be true)

But I get tired of runnin', fuck it

Now, I’m runnin' with you (With you)

“I love you, Chris.”

“I love you too, (y/n).” He says before plunging himself into you. His length stretches you out, the burn of pain and pleasure made your back arch.

You’ve had sex with Chris many times, but the feeling of him entering you and stretching you out would never get old. You loved how your walls just molded around him and how he perfectly filled you up to the brim.

He begins to move out before plunging back into you. When Chris noticed that you’ve gotten comfortable with his length his thrusts began to speed up. You moved your knees to rest against your chest so you can feel him deep inside you. His rough thrusts made your eyes roll to the back of your head as you moaned Chris’ name out loud.

“Hey, hey, no. Look at me.” He tilts your face at him so your eyes are connected. He rests his forehead against yours as his hands rest on your legs for leverage.

When he feels your walls tighten around him he brings his thumb to your clit and rubs tight circles and figure eights on it. You let out a high pitch moan as the tightness in your belly gets tighter.

“C—Chris I’m gonna cum.” You say through labored breathing.

“Yeah, I know. Come on, cum, I’m right behind you.” He tells you as he thrusts into you a few more times. Your orgasm takes over your body as you arch against Chris. He emptied himself into you, riding out his high.

The two of you laid beside each other on the bed as you caught your breath. You turned your head to look at Chris, to find him already looking at you.

“So, uh steak sounds really good for tonight.” He says making the two of you burst out in laughter.

This some shit that I usually don't do (Yeah)

But for you, I kinda, kinda want to (Mmm)

'Cause you're down for me and I'm down too (And I'm down too)

Yeah, I'm down too

The dinner went by like a breeze. You took Chris’ advice and cooked some steak and pasta. You made sure to throw in some fries and chicken nuggets for the kids.

You were now in the living room, sitting with his mom and sisters as they told you old stories about Chris’ childhood.

“I swear that boy kept me on my toes. He was a good kid but always up to something. Poor Scott had to always cover for him.” Lisa mused as she shook her head.

“Yeah poor Scott!” You all heard Scott yell from the kitchen. You all laughed as the two brothers entered the room, a bottle of wine in Chris’ hand as Scott held multiple glasses.

“They haven’t been embarrassing me too much, right?” Chris asked you as he helped you off the couch to sit in your spot. He guided you to sit on his lap as he wrapped his arm around your torso.

“No, besides the fact that you’re a troublemaker and slept with diapers till you were like five.” You teased him.

“Oh come ‘ahn, ma!” He groaned throwing his head back. Lisa put her hands up as she pointed at his sister, “It was Carly!”

They began to talk about how the kids were growing up and caught up with each other’s daily lives. You sat against Chris’ chest as you listened to them.

“You alright?” Chris whispered into your ear as he noticed you get quiet.

“Yeah, are you alright?” You asked turning to face him.

“I’m perfect. Thank you, by the way. I really appreciate it.” He tells you quietly so only you can hear. A small smile is on his face as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Anytime, hun.” You kiss his forehead and tune back into Carly talking about one of her student interactions at work. You felt Chris relax against you as he leaned back onto the couch.

This was why you did the things you did for him. To see him visibly relax around his family and let him feel like he was home. You loved the way his eyes lit up when his niece or nephews would tell him about something new they learned. Or how happy he gets when Scott tells him about some new adventure he and his boyfriend went on. You adored his happiness and you’d do anything in the world to see him like this everyday.

#marvel #mcu #avengers #chris evans #steve rogers #chris evans x reader #cevans #chris evans imagines #christopher robert evans #steve rogers x reader #chris evans one shot #chris evans headcanon #chris evans drabble #Chris evans smut #ally’s 700 celebration #ally’s requests

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kalinawtokilig · 3 years

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S/O who sleeps (too much) in the oddest of places

Ohh, being tired 24/7. I feel ya,,

((My formats will be a bit a different as I’m experimenting which feels and looks best, so bear with me))

- Y a s . My five favorite characters of haikyuu. yes. I agree. -

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Pair(s): Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader, Suna Rintaro x Reader, Tendou Satori x Reader, Yachi Hitoka x Reader & Sugawara Koushi x Reader

Summary:

You are the type of person to either have pulled so many all nighters that fatigue has finally caught up to you and the backlash is very intense, or you are such a sleepy person you’ll take a nap anywhere, anytime. It had cause inconvenience sometimes, such as having to keep the storage closet in school locked to prevent you from sleeping and being locked in, or skipping some classes to doze off. But thankfully your partner was able to help and spot you in time before anything off happens.

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Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

((Ughhh, I love and pimp,,, I canNOT express that enough))

Iwaizumi knows his S/O can be such a sleepy babe

He wants you to be careful where you decide to rest

One time he wondered where you were, as he hasn’t found you in your class nor has his friends saw you in lunch

He usually visits you to check up on you, to see if you’re okay, if you got enough sleep, or if you ate

He!! Is!! Concerned!! for !! your wellbeing!!

With school ending and no practice today, Iwaizumi was eager to see you and walk you home, maybe even order takeout while watching a movie or something. When he said goodbye to his friends, he grabbed his scarf and jacket, heading to your classroom.

“Ah, Iwaizumi-kun.” One of your friends say, seeing him walk through the door and scanning the classroom. “If you’re looking for (Y/N), we haven’t seen them in a while. Last time we did it was the first few classes, then they left.”

Nodding in thanks, Iwaizumi decides to keep texting you, until you answer. But you didn’t. Which meant you kept your phone at do not disturb again OR your phone died. Again. You probably used it to listen to the newest podcast and went straight to school without sleeping a wink.Furrowing his brow, he grunted in frustration. “Where can they be?”

He thought for a moment.

‘Not in the storage closet, the janitor now locks it cause they kept finding (Y/N) in it. In the locker room? No, I got a text from one (Y/N)’s friends that they didn’t go to P.E.’

Then it clicked.

“(Y/N) better not be up there, it’s fucking freezing-”

Speed walking down through the hallways and up the stairs until he reached the rooftop, he slammed open the door and he looked around, circling the entrance, he sighed with relief.

You were napping against the back of the entrance building, a fluffy blanket and his hoodie that you were wearing to keep yourself extra warm. Not to mention you also layered his hoodie with his VBC jacket. You were lying in fetus position, your bag serving as a pillow as you snored softly, blanket pulled up to your nose.

You look so precious.

‘Snap out of it, Hajime! They could’ve gotten sick! They can’t sleep here any longer!’

Crouching down, he nudges your temple with the curl of his index finger. He’s not surprised that your skin was cold, the tint of pink on your cheeks and nose tell him how cold your face was.

“Baby, wake up.” He speaks quietly, still rubbing the crook of his finger against your temple.

Humming as your eyes flutter open, you sneezed, sniffing as you smiled in a daze to your lovely boyfriend. “Hallo, Hajime. What’re you doing up here?”

He pouted a bit, now his face is tinted red. “Idiot, I was looking for you. You haven’t been answering your phone, did your phone die again?”

You snuggled deeper into his jacket, looking so soft and cozy. Your boyfriend is practically dying inside from how cute you are. “Mm. I think so? M’not sure.”

“C’mon, let’s go home. You slept until school was over, dumbie.” He brought his hand close to you, sneaking out from the blanket, your warm hand grab his cold one, and he pulled you up, picking up your bag and then wrapping the fluffy blanket around your body.

“When we get to your place can we sleep? You’re so warm, Hajime.” You shift closer to him, snuggling against the crook of his neck.

He chuckled, ruffling your hair despite your annoyed, tired, protests. “Of course we can bubs. But you got to do your homework.”

You hummed again, softly this time. “I did it already. I can give you the answers if it means you’ll sleep with me.”

Iwaizumi sputtered, “W-Watch what you’re saying, dumbass! You can’t just say that to anyone!”

Hugging him, the fluffy blanket still covering you and engulfing him, you smiled slyly, “That’s why I’m saying it to you, babes.”

“Idiot, l-let’s go.”

“Eager, aren’t ya?”

“...Shut up.”

((Yes. Give me all of Iwaizumi Hajime. Yes. I agree.))

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Suna Rintaro x Reader

((Look at him. LOOK AT HIM. Icant---))

Suna probably either does get enough sleep or he doesn’t, there’s no inbetween

Sometimes he does, cause he’s so tired from practice and collecting blackmail from the Miya twins fight

and there are times he doesn’t that you have to pick him up from class cause not even the loudest Miya twin can wake him up

That’s cause Suna trained himself to tune out Atsumu HA

But in reality, I feel like Suna is a light sleeper and if you were to wake him up, he’ll be like, “Wassup, babe?” In the husky ,,, tone,, aARYUFVAOR

He does usually need to find you, cause he does get concerned where you sleep

During gym class, you decided to fall asleep underneath the bleachers. You weren’t dead tired, but you had a big exam for three of your classes. Three tests take up a lot of mind power and studying consumes days and nights of good sleep. Thankfully, Suna had let you wear his VBC jacket today, cause he knows how cold it can be in the gymnasium.

By the time gym class ended, lunch rolled around and Suna had texted you that he was coming over to your homeroom so he can pick you up and eat with him and the twins.

Arriving at your classroom, he looks around and sees that you weren’t there. Asking your seat mates, they reply to him that they haven't seen you since gym class. Blinking at them, he nodded and left. Pulling out his phone, he checked your snapchat and you posted nothing. Swiping up, he sees that you’re still in school, but it doesn’t exactly say where, only that you’re in the Eastside.

Gym.

You’re still in the gymnasium.

He knew that you were busy studying for the three tests that he came to the conclusion that you didn’t get enough sleep, which meant you’re sleeping somewhere in the gym.

Going to your locker cubby, he opened it to see that you haven’t even brought lunch with you. Except two juiceboxes. Taking them out, he headed back to his class and picked up his own bento.

“Where ya goin’ Suna? Aren’t ya s’ppose to eat with (Y/N)?” Osamu asked.

“Hm. I will. Gotta pick’em up.” He replied.

“Good luck findin’ them then.”

“Thanks, ‘Samu.”

Suna casually walked to the gymnasium, taking long stride to get there at a shorter time. (Curse them... and their tallness)) Entering, he decided to call you. Then he heard the small ringtone you set up for him, the ‘bunny-senpai theme’ something like that. Following the sound of it, he stood in front of the bleachers in confusion. The ringtone was coming from there but you weren’t on the bleachers. Walking to the side, he heard the ringing become louder. Peeking from behind, he shone his phone light and saw a figure sitting against the wall.

Snorting, he entered into the small cave and sat next to you, seeing as you were about to fall forward, he debated on either recording you fall flat on your face, probably groan and go back to sleep, or, he cannot do that.

Being the good boyfriend he is, he placed his hand on your forehead, pulling it gently towards him, having you lean against his shoulder. He decided to take a photo, only for him and your eyes, adding it to his album of you two together. The album was called ‘Finding (Y/N)’, which was dedicated to you being found in the oddest parts of school and Suna finding you. You were mainly asleep in most of them, since that’s why he named it after you because of the places you sleep in or on.

Last time he found you sleeping on one of the library tables, far back where all the bookshelves hide that table and other forgotten books.

Throwing up a peace sign, a certain angle showing both him and you, he captioned it, ‘Underneath the bleachers :P’

Somehow the flash of the screen camera made you stir, waking up, you lazily blinked.

Suna turned to you, kissing the top of your head. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty. Nice nap?”

Sighing, you nuzzled against his shoulder. “S’cold, Rin.” You muttered. Opening his bento, he picked up some meat and popped it into his mouth, talking with his mouth full he replied, “S’cause you’re wearing shorts, babe.” He draped his hand over your exposed legs, patting them softly and then pulling it onto his own. “Where’s your sweats?”

“Mn, I’unno. Must’ve put’em in the laundry. Or something.” You said, going back to sleep until you sniffed your boyfriend’s lunch. Tired eyes shooting up, you rub your head against Suna. “Can I have please?”

Chewing rice, Suna picked up a piece of spice pork and offered it to you.

Taking a bite, you mewled at how good it tastes.

“Nice hiding place, by the way.”

“Thanks, bubba.”

((Omg,,,, I fuckin LOVE HIMMMM))

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Tendou Satori x Reader

(AUYROVARFOYVARFOY YES,,,, I SIMP AND PIMP ))

OHHH what an energetic boi *cue puppy eyes uwu*

When he sees you napping he finds it sooo cute!!!

He can’t help but coo and call you the cutest nicknames for you to wake up too

“Peach” - “Jellal to my Erza” - “Beloved” - “Sweetcheeks” etc etc YUGFOEUYFGOUYEFV I LOVE TENDOU!!!!!

Shiratorizawa is a big school

He usually wants you to go straight to your dorm or his dorm so you can nap, but he does want you to text him so he can see you and plop down next to you so you can nap together <3

If he can’t nap, he’ll read manga next to you be enveloped by your body warmth

When you forget to text him AND you’re not in either dorm, you know he’s gonna f i n d y o u

out of love, ofc <3

At the end of practice, Tendou headed to his dorm, ready to shower and change into comfier sweats. Opening the door and dropping his bag to the side, he noticed there wasn’t a familiar lump on his bed. Shrugging, he took a quick shower and changed into warmer clothing. Drying his hair with a towel, he sat down on his bed and checked his phone.

“Ara, (Y/N) isn’t in their dorm. Good thing their roomie is there. Time to find my sunshine~!” Standing up, he pocketed his phone and closed his door. He could use the snapchat app, but he always like a challenge. Checking your reoccurring and unusual sleeping spots, he had found that you weren’t there at any of them.

Humming, he had overheard from your classmates as he passed the hallways that they haven’t seen you after lunch. Like the good partner he is, he remembers your schedule. Since you had some of the same breaks, he made sure to drop by and wake you up so you can eat. He does find it worrisome that you like to sleep a lot that you forget to eat sometimes, but he doesn’t mind if that means he gets to see you more often! And talking about remembering schedules, he would sometimes pull you out of class so both of you can go into one of your hiding spots and catch up on whatever you wanted to talk about.

Tendou loves hearing about your dreams. You tell him you have the weirdest and coolest anime-esque dreams when you’re at a specific place in school, saying it ‘Awakens your dream eye’. He indulges on it, saying that maybe one of your dreams can become a really cool manga idea, so he decided to help you keep your dreams consistent, doing research as in keeping a dream journal to continue the awesome dream you had, most of the time, you have your boyfriend on edge with how detailed your dreams can be.

“My angel, lil’puppy, light of my life, where can you be?” He sang out at the hallways, passing by students who stayed a bit late to continue their studies or help around the school by cleaning.

Stopping for a moment he recalled what your friend said;

“(Y/N) probably dozed off again. I haven’t seen them since lunch and before that, we had lab.”

Humming a made-up tune, he made his way to the lab reserved for the third-years, and as he slid open the door, he turned on the light and looked around. From checking to the storage closet and underneath the student’s desks he pouted a bit.

A light bulb went off in his redhead.

Going to the teacher’s desk and pulling away the swiveled chair, he bent down and smiled.

“Found you, (Y/N)-ba~by!”

You were sleeping soundly, your knees pulled up to your chest and Tendou’s VBC jacket being worn as it made you look so much more endearing.

“Wake up, you hibernating bear. Gotta get up before someone finds us.” He crawled close to you and he cupped his hand on your soft cheek, turning to pinch it. Eliciting a whine, you scrunched your nose and glared with your eyes closed.

“Open your eyes and time to rise! Satori is here to bring you back to your kingdom!” He teased, seeing that you started to stir, but your eyes are still closed. You held out your grabby hands and he pulled you into his arms.

“Must’ve been a nice dream to have you skip all of your afternoon classes and forget to text me. Why sleep here?” He asks as he smoothed out your hair, you caught his hand and nuzzle your face into his large palm, his heart doing everlasting flips as how adorable you are.

“Mm, kinda...superhero dream. S’a redhead antihero. Kinda lo’like you, Satori. He’s so cool, tryin’ ta change the system.” You replied a bit slurred, your eyelids opening half-way to stare lovingly at him.

With his lip wobbling and eyes smiling, he lightly rubbed his nose against yours, “Always the smooth talker, aren’t ya, love?”

(((I am dying. IWANT HIM IWANTAHIMMMMMM)))

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Yachi Hitoka x Reader

((SYUFOYVFYYOYV YES I AGREE I LOVE HER I WANNNT HERR IM A GREEDY PERSON OKAY OMG LET ME SIMP IN PEACE JEEZZ)

The pretty girl worries to death

Yachi knows that you don’t sleep at night cause you’re too busy gaming

Last time she slept over at your place, she tried her best to stay up for you but she passed out, when she woke up, YOU WERE STILL AWAKE

Finds ways for you to sleep early so she won’t have to find you sleeping in the storage closet beside the folded chairs

Conflicted on not wanting to wake you up or waking you up so you won’t get in trouble

You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping! She really dislike waking you up :(

As practice rolled around, Shimizu-senpai asked Yachi to pick up some more chairs from the storage closet. As she walked there and opened the closet, she heard soft snoring.

She should know that it was you, but she was scared to move anything cause she doesn’t know exactly where you are sleeping on. Shuffling slowly, she peaked over some of the corners, reaching the blue mats, she saw the tuft of your hair at the opposite end. Climbing onto the mat, she crawled and looked down, seeing that you were sleeping in a cramped space.

‘How can (Y/N) be possibly comfortable?’

Your head was leaning against the stacked mats, knees pulled to your chest and arms crossed on your knees. Just as Yachi was about to reach and fix your hair, she squealed when you caught her wrist, pulling it down as her face was closely met with your tired eyes glaring at the person who tried to wake you up. Softening your stare, you smiled kindly, loosening the grip on Yachi’s wrist and kissing it from holding it a bit tight.

You were satisfied with the new color plastered on her face, a stuttering mess.

“(Y/N)! W-What’re you doing s-sleeping here?! Don’t you know how cramped it is? And dusty?” She asked, avoiding your gaze.

Humming, you rubbed the pad of your thumb against her soft wrist, “M’sitting on a spare towel. What’re you doing here?”

“I had to get chairs for practice.”

Groaning, with your other hand, you rubbed your temple. “I missed my last two classes. Damn.”

Yachi pouted cutely, “(Y/N), did you sleep at all?”

“I took a power nap. For five hours. Heh, don’t act so mad, buttercup. At least I got to wake up to you.” You flirted, snickering at how redder she became.

“D-Don’t do that! I’m trying to be mad at you! You know I worry about your health. An average teenager should try to at least sleep seven or eight hours!”

Sighing, you smiled at her with fondness, “I’m nocturnal, Hitoka. I sleep as much as possible when it’s the daytime. And I know for a fact that a student like you doesn’t sleep as much considering all the advanced class work can be a pain in the ass. Wasn’t it two nights ago you face timed me at two in the morning cause you were ready to set your homework on fire?” Smirking as you observed her sputtering for an explanation, you raised your hand and held the back of her head.

“I’ll fix my sleep schedule if you give me daily kisses, how about that? Would you accept my offer, princess?” Your lips ghosted her, you can practically feel how warm her face is.

Staring at her, she scrunched her brows and pursed her lips. “I don’t mind that proposal.” Yachi whispered.

Grinning, you straightened your back as Yachi willingly leaned down to tilt to the right and returned the kiss. Pulling away, you stuck out your tongue between your teeth with a successful smile.

“Since you’re awake, can you help me bring some chairs to the gym?”

((I’m dying. I’m dying. IM DYING))

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Sugawara Koushi x Reader

((This man,,, goddamn,,, angels voice DEVILS WORDS))

Sugawara knows you love to sleep too much

He wonders if you hibernate in the winter

Makes jokes about you being bear,,, or a cat

Would sometimes invite you to his house or go over to your place so he can make sure you eat and remind you to do your homework

Babe loves to nap with you after practice!!

Snuggling into all the pillows and blankets you hoard

“I am in the cave of the hibernating honey bear”

“Koushi, go to sleep”

Sugawara knows how sleepy you are, so he doesn’t mind coming to your place and greeting you with kisses for you to wake up to. Even though practice ended late and Coach Ukai was pushing them a bit harder, Sugawara became a bit energized after showering and walking a bit faster to get to your place. After your first-year together, you decided to copy your house key and give it to him. Arriving to your place, he opened the door and knocked off his shoes, greeting your parent as they told him you were sleeping, as usual.

“I was lazy to cook, Sugawara-kun. So, I ordered you guys pizza and burgers. Knowing (Y/N), I know they would complain to me if I haven’t bought them fries either. It’s in the living room, so try to wake up that tired kid o’mine to eat. Went straight to sleep when they came home.” Your parent sighed, shaking their head at your behavior.

Sugawara chuckled. “I’ll bring them down, don’t you worry!”

“I’m positive you will. If it’s you and food, (Y/N) won’t mind at all.”

The teen went up the stairs and opened your door, switching the lights on as his eyes landed to the barricade of blankets and pillows that shifted a bit. Walking closer, he saw the small exposure of your facial features. Tearing away the blankets, he smiled as he leaned in to pepper your face with soft kisses. The apples of your cheeks, forehead, temples, nose, and lastly, your own lips.

Stirring, you slowly blinked.

“Good evening, Sugar. Did you sleep well?”

You grunted.

“Come downstairs, there’s food!”

Two hands shot out from the blankets as you held onto your boyfriend’s shoulders, pulling him down as he yelped.

“Koushi, you can’t use food against me. I was sleeping.” You said in a tired voice.

He turned to his side to look at you, lifting his finger and tracing your face, cheeks, nose, arch of your nose, and your lips. You took his hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. With half-lidded eyes, you watched underneath your lashes the pink hue on his face, even the mole near his eye was highlighted.

“You have to get up, (Y/N).” “Why.”

“So we can eat and watch anime!”

“Hmm.” You brought the hand you were holding close to your chest, “But I wanna stay here and hold you.”

Sugawara can be speechless at how flirtatious and bold you can be, even if it was unintentional. But he knows you, and he knows how to play this game.

Shuffling close, you can feel his body heat, “If you wake up, I can give you some of the answers to the homework. And hand feed you fries.”

Eyes fully awakened, you smiled cheekily, “You know me so well, Sugarplum.”

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You’re Gonna Miss Me

(When I’m Gone)

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/ST*RKERS DNI/

~~~~~

Tony doesn’t know why he’s so nervous.

That’s a lie. Utter bullshit. He’s lying to himself. Tony knows exactly why his heart is fluttering in his chest like he’d run a marathon, why his chest struggled to rise like there was twenty pound weight rested on it.

Though to be fair, when he made an anonymous donation of a meager 50,000 dollars to Midtown Science and Technology, he hadn’t expected Peter’s decathlon team to put in a request to the school board to travel abroad, and he definitely hadn’t expected the school to immediately approve it. He thought they’d use it to replace the sudsy water in the bathrooms they called soap with the real stuff or some shit, not whisk his kid away to Vienna for a whole week where Tony couldn’t even hug him, couldn’t protect him.

Peter is thrilled, though. Ecstatic. When he’d broken the news to Tony and May, he’d been over the moon with excitement, his round cheeks flushed pink and his eyes gleaming. Even two weeks ago, Tony had felt a deep sense of apprehension kindling in his chest, but with the date seemingly so far away, he’d pushed it to the back of his mind.

He wishes now that he’d done something. He should have told Peter he couldn’t bear to be without him like he was an actor in a cheesy soap opera (it was true, he couldn’t); tell Peter he needed him on a “mission” that would mysteriously be canceled. Though they’d probably end up taking a plane or a suit to Vienna anyways (despite what he liked to say to Rhodey, he was not at all immune to Peter’s puppy eyes); hell, he should have purposely tripped on the stairs and broken his leg so Peter, sweet, kind, empathetic Peter, would immediately decide to stay by his side where Tony could keep him safe.

He missed Peter when he was at his apartment in fucking Queens, thirty minutes from Stark Tower. He didn’t know how he’d handle having him 4,222 miles away. He didn’t know if he could.

“Damn,” he hisses, pushing himself from his bed with a grunt and making a beeline towards Peter’s room. He dashes in. The sight of his sleeping son (read: lump of blankets) is enough to take his breath away.

Tony had missed him. It had been four hours since he’d tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, and Tony had missed him. Peter was fifteen feet away.

This trip is going to be the death of him. He’s going to drop dead of a goddamn heart attack before Peter even gets on the plane.

Tony sinks carefully onto the mattress and rests his hand on the boy’s neck, some deep, parental instinct in him immediately soothed by the slow, steady beat of his pulse. Peter is curled under the thick blue blanket, only his chestnut curls visible which are tinged blue from the Iron Man nightlight on the wall, his breath puffing out in those little snuffling snores that Tony absolutely adores.

He leans down to kiss his temple, inhales the familiar scent of his favorite strawberry shampoo and is overwhelmed by the wave of infinite love that washes over him. He loves this kid so much it sometimes hurts.

Leaning back, he smooths his thumb over Peter’s cheekbone. He doesn’t want to leave the boy’s side. He doesn’t know if he physically can. Maybe asleep Peter has somehow sensed this, because there’s a small mewl from the bundle of blankets, and two bleary doe eyes flutter open.

“T’ny?”

“Hey,” Tony whispers, running a hand through his curls. “Hey, jellybean. Sorry I woke you up.” Peter rolls over with heavy limbs and rubs his eyes with a fist in a childlike motion, yawning in a way that resembles all those yawning kitten videos he’s made Tony watch.

God, he’s adorable, Tony thinks. His heart is melting. He’s so small, so young. Tony feels an instinctual, almost uncontrollable urge to protect this kid, to wrap him in his arms and keep him from harm for the rest of time.

Peter is oblivious. “‘S… s’okay,” he mumbles. His hand sneaks out of the blankets and tugs on his arm lethargically, which the genius knows is sleepy Peter language for “cuddle with me.” Tony chuckles fondly and slides under the covers.

He props himself up on an elbow and gazes down at his beloved boy, stroking a finger down his cheek. Peter smiles sleepily up at him from his assortment of pillows. “Hi.”

His face splits into a wide grin. “Hi, Pete.”

Peter frowns at him then, a sudden change from his drowsy, half-asleep state. “You… you ‘kay? Wha’ time’s it?” He tries to sit up, but Tony hushes him gently with a “Everything’s okay, bud, just a typical 2am visit from your friendly neighborhood Iron Man.”

He smiles, so Tony counts the joke as a win. It’s not one of his best, but hey, forgive him if he’s a little anxious about his kid going to another fucking continent.

(He refuses to acknowledge that it’s not just being away from Peter that’s stressing him out, it’s the fact that anything could happen to him while they’re apart.)

Tony looks back to Peter, opening his mouth to talk, only to find that he’s completely conked out. He balls up the sleeve of his sweatshirt and wipes the line of drool tracing down the boy’s chin away, finding that a soft smile has formed on his face, the one that only makes its appearance around Peter.

Peter snuggles into him the second he lies down, resting his curly head just over his heart. Tony wraps a protective arm around his back and rubs small circles on his soft blanket hoodie. “G’night,” he whispers, bending to kiss the top of his head. “Sweet dreams, baby. I love you.”

He can feel Peter’s heartbeat thumping steadily against his chest- can hear his soft kitten snores. The warm weight of his body is so comforting that for a moment he thinks that maybe, just maybe, this trip isn’t going to be the end of him. That everything’s going to be okay.

~~~~~

Peter’s starting to regret eating all those waffles for breakfast. He feels shaky all over, like he could collapse or throw up any second. He’d told Tony he was going to pop in the bathroom, but he’s been in there for at least ten minutes, settled back on his heels on the cold, grimy floor of an airport bathroom, trying to breathe properly.

Speaking of Tony, he can hear the man just outside the door, typing on his phone and sipping from a cheap cup of coffee. Peter immediately experiences a hot flash of guilt, realizing that he must have grown worried while he was gone.

Sure enough, the door swings open and there’s a soft knock. “Pete? Everything okay, bud?”

Peter stands up and unlocks the stall. “Tony,” he sniffles, taking an unsteady step forward. Tony rushes forward and gathers him in his arms

“Whoa, hey, hey, you’re okay,” he says gently, rubbing a hand up and down his back. “You’re okay, Pete. Breathe, just breathe, bud. It’s okay.”

“I don’t-” Peter whispers. “I don’t know, Tony, I-I wanna go, but I can’t, I don’t know w-what to do.”

“Breathe, honey. It’s okay, I’m here, we’ll figure this out, okay? You just gotta take a breath, alright?”

Peter tries- fails. Tries again, and manages to gasp a breath in. “Sorry,” he croaks, when he can properly breathe again. “Tony, I-I don’t-”

“It’s okay,” Tony murmurs, squeezing him tight. “Nothing to be sorry for, Pete.” After snatching a paper towel and soaking it in the sink, he runs the scratchy cloth over Peter’s face and kisses his forehead when he’s done. “Okay, bubba. You wanna go back out or stay in here?”

“Out,” he replies without hesitation. The flickering white lights above are starting to give him a headache, not to mention the leaky faucet and the freezing tile floors and the faulty air conditioning. Tony leads him out with an arm around his shoulder and guides him to a little nook, where they both plop down on a neon green beanbag.

“My parents died in a plane crash,” Peter whispers.

Tony squeezes his shoulder. “I know buddy. I’m sorry.” Unlike a lot of the “sorries” Peter has heard, this one is sincere. Sometimes he forgets that Tony is an orphan too.

“I- I mean, logically, I know the plane won’t crash,” he continues, “But I guess it’s still hard for me to believe that. Like a- a gut feeling?”

The man nods in understanding. “I know how you feel, kiddo. I was terrified of cars after my parents died- I took the subway everywhere despite the paparazzi bloodhounds.” Tony doesn’t broach the subject of his parent’s deaths often, especially not in a crowded public airport, so Peter makes sure to pay attention.

“Then, the fear just kinda… vanished.” He wiggles his fingers dramatically. “I started driving without even thinking, didn’t realize I was in a car ‘til I got on the highway. I had to pull over when I did, but since then, I’m perfectly fine with cruisin’ at 80 mph. But,” he says seriously, meeting Peter’s eyes. “I think you should listen to what your gut’s tellin’ you, buddy. It’s important to listen to yourself- what inner you is saying.” He pokes Peter’s belly a couple times for good measure, which makes his face scrunch up adorably.

Peter nods, and really tries to listen to his gut. The pair both go silent in concentration, and then- his stomach grumbles. They both burst into laughter, born more from nerves than hilarity.

“Inner you wants to eat,” Tony snorts. “I think I saw a place with the biggest blueberry muffins of my life by the escalators, wanna stop there?”

Despite eating a huge stack of waffles just hours earlier, Peter wolfs down two of the gigantic blueberry poppyseed muffins, much to the amusement of Tony.

They made their way to the gate, where Peter’s teacher, Mr. Harrington was lounging, dressed in an ugly red sweater, his long legs stretched in front of him.

“Peter!” he cried as he spotted them, scrambling to his feet. “Thank god, I was beginning to think I had the wrong date! We’re leaving today, right?”

“Oh, yeah Mr. Harrington, we’re going today!” Peter laughs. He’s used to dealing with his scatter-brained teacher. “I’m actually here early, the plane’s supposed to leave at 1:00.” He gestures vaguely to the big digital clock over his head reading 11:54 AM, EDT.

Mr. Harrington frowns. “I thought it left at 8 am! You mean I’ve been here for hours in this awful chair when I could have been sipping a piña colada in my jacuzzi?!” He collapses back in his chair and pulls a sleeping mask over his eyes with a sigh.

“Sorry, Mr. Harrington,” Peter chuckles, then pulls Tony to a row of uncomfortable seats in the corner of the waiting area.

They sit in comfortable silence for a bit, just watching the various travellers rush past. A little girl, around two or three, comes up and shyly asks for Tony’s autograph, but no one else recognizes the genius. (Thanks to his foolproof disguise of a baseball cap and scarf covering up his iconic beard, the genius claims.)

“So, what are we thinking?” Tony asks after about half an hour. “Do you wanna go?” He secretly hopes Peter will say no, hopes that they can go home and binge watch all of the Star Trek episodes and fill their bodies with junk.

Peter nods hesitantly. “I think so. I-is that okay? I might change my mind, but- yes. Yeah, I think I want to go.”

Tony squeezes his hand. “Of course it’s okay baby, that’s perfectly fine. If you change your mind, you know what? That’s great too. Whatever you want, that’s what’s important.” He kisses Peter’s forehead and lets his hand linger for a moment where it rests on the boy’s cheek. “If you change your mind at any point, I’ll come pick you up, okay?”

“Thanks, Tony,” Peter breathes, slumping heavily against his side.

“Of course, bud. Anything for my Peter.”

They stop for lunch at a cozy little coffee shop, which is thankfully devoid of fans and paparazzi. Peter orders (or rather, makes Tony order) a small hot chocolate (with extra marshmallows and whipped cream) even though drinking a lot before a non-stop ten hour flight is probably not the best idea. (He can’t help it. He’s nervous.)

When the pair gets back to their gate, they find Ned and his family. The boy’s greet each other enthusiastically, performing their signature handshake, while Tony simply throws up a peace sign to Ned’s rather stunned parents.

The friends pull out their phones -probably playing one of those ghastly animated games that Peter is always quoting. Tony pretends to look busy on his phone, but really, he’s just trying to distract himself from the terrifying fact that he’s not going to see Peter for a week.

Too soon, the speaker crackles, a crisp voice announcing, “Attention. We are now boarding flight 367 nonstop to Vienna, Austria. Now boarding flight 367 nonstop to Vienna, Austria.”

Tony’s heart stops. Peter freezes.

No, they think at the same time. Not yet.

Peter turns to Tony, panicked. “Hey,” the man says, pushing away every anxiety, every worry away so he can focus on his kid. He sees Ned approach them, but stop when his father places a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. Breathe, baby, it’s okay.”

“Tony.” Peter wraps his skinny arms around his waist.

“I know, baby, I know.” Tony kisses the top of his head and hugs him close. “Follow my breathing. You’re okay. We’re good.”

Around them, the members of the decathlon team are rising, but Tony and Peter sit in those unforgettable chairs, clutching each other tightly, not yet ready to let go.

“I’m gonna miss you,” Peter whimpers.

“I know kiddo, me too. I’m gonna miss you so much, but I’m always gonna be here, okay? If you need me, just call, or text, use morse code, doesn’t matter. I’m always here for you.”

“I’m here for you too,” Peter says. “I- I’ll call you every day.” Peter’s bottom lip is trembling, just barely, but enough for Tony to hug him a little tighter and kiss his forehead. “I love you, Tony,” he sniffs.

“I love you too, Pete. I love you so much.” Tony’s not crying. He’s not. The restaurant a few stores down is just cooking onions, that’s why his eyes are watering.

Peter pulls away and grabs his duffel bag, taking a step toward the loading dock. Tony tries not to burst into sobs. Stay, his mind whispers. Please stay.

Then Peter turns around, eyes full of tears, and slams straight into Tony’s chest, hugging him so tight he can barely breathe. Tony rocks them back and forth, cherishing everything about his sweet boy. When they finally break apart, Peter says, “I’ll be back before you know it,” echoing what Tony has said to him so many times before he leaves for a business trip.

Then he smiles a watery smile and runs to catch up with his best friend. Just before he disappears into the loading dock, he turns around and waves wildly at Tony.

Tony waves back, grinning. “I love you,” he mouths.

“I love you too!” Peter mouths back, and steps into the dock.

“I love you,” Tony whispers, hastily wiping the dampness from his eyes. “I love you, Peter.”

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/ST*RKERS DNI/

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Ok awesome so I kinda want an angsty young to present thing with hotch and the reader? (If that even makes sense) Like hotch was a bit older than her but they went to law school together? And she was always sorta bratty and sneaky but he loved her anyway? And like a past scene with him bailing her out of jail because she got in a fight and then present she gets mad at the unsub and he has to 🌌discipline🌌 her? Sorry if you don't understand or don't want to do it, and thank you for your time!

Let’s Do It Again

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Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings: Fem!reader, cursing, use of the word “slut”, mentions of prostitution, being in jail, illusions of sex/hooking up, a little steamy making out.

Category: Angst

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: Hopefully I've written it the way you liked hun!

*Bolded Italics are flashbacks*

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15 years ago.

That’s when you met Aaron Hotchner. He only had a year left of law school while you had just started that year. He was the TA in your ethics of justice class, he always left snarky remarks on your papers even if you got an A. You were tired of his sarcasm so you went to go see him.

“Come in” he called from the other side of the door. You walked in and shut the door behind you,

“Y/n, what can I-”

“What’s your problem ?”

He looked up and nodded towards the chair in front of his desk, you sat down. “Is something wrong?” he asked, tapping his pen on the inside of his palm. “What’s with the comments on my papers? There’s literally nothing wrong with them. You give me an A and then write about how I haven't figured out how to write it properly. How does that make sense?” Aaron laughed.

Is this guy seriously fucking laughing right now ?

“I wondered how long it would take for you to come see me. The first time was a mistake, I thought your paper was Mr. Shelby’s and I meant to scribble it out but I forgot. When I saw your face, I had to keep doing it. It was too funny not too” He told you. You weren't sure if you should laugh or be embarrassed, you just yelled at your TA because he made a mistake.

“Okay well.. stop that shit” you picked up your bag and walked out before he could say anything else to you.

From that day on, you and Aaron developed a strange friendship. You fought constantly but you supported and helped each other whenever you could.

The two of you worked together at the BAU. He was the unit chief and your name was up for a position on the team. You had forgotten that you applied, but when you got the call, you accepted the position without even questioning it or asking for details.

You walked in on your first day to be greeted by a brightly dressed woman. “Oh! You must be y/n! I've heard so much about you!” She gushed as she walked you up to the unit chief’s office. She introduced herself as Penelope, you automatically knew you’d like her.

“Really ?” you looked at her, “from who?” you asked.

“Well, the boss man of course!” She walked you to the door, knocking on it before opening it. The name on the door read Aaron Hotchner

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Aaron was going to be your new boss ? You’re in for a hell of a ride.

“Sir, the new agent is here” she smiled, letting you step in before stepping out herself. “Y/n, good to see you again” He smiled at you from his desk. “Aaron” you nodded before sitting on his desk. “Still hate chairs huh?” he chuckled, making you roll your eyes.

You were in his office watching him mark papers. You wanted to see your mark before you left for the holidays so he told you to come with him and that he would mark yours first. You paced back and forth in his office, moving things around and flipping through the other papers.

“These suck major balls. I feel bad that you’ve got to mark these”

“Yeah, yours is the worst.”

The two of you chuckled. “Can you sit down? I can’t focus with you moving around constantly” you rolled your eyes at him “yeah whatever”

You moved your bag off the chair and went to sit down

“y/n! not there!”

Your ass had already hit the floor, “WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!”

“Yeah, that chair is broken” he said, trying to hold back his laughter. “Fuck you Aaron” you rolled your eyes, laying back on the floor. “I know you want too but this isn't the time darling”

His eyes were on the paper, he couldn't see the blush his words brought to your face.

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3 weeks into your job at the BAU and you’re undercover at the bar. You just happened to fit the unsub’s type and somehow Hotch convinced you to go undercover. You’re sitting at the bar flirting with the unsub when he asks you to join him in the bathroom. You mentally groaned, you glanced over at Derek who gave you a nod before you walked off.

You were in the hallway with him, he walked past the bathroom door. “Hey, you passed the bathroom” you shouted to him, he tugged on your arm and pulled you out the backdoor. You really hoped that Derek and Aaron were out there.

“F.BI! Put your hands up!” Aaron shouted as Derek tackled him. You stepped over to Spencer who had a jacket waiting for you, “thank you bubba” you smiled at him as he held the jacket for you to put on. Aaron glanced over to you when you called Spencer bubba

Back at the station, you were sitting at the desk as Derek pushed the unsub into the interrogation room.

“You’re up” Aaron looked at you,

“Didn’t I do enough tonight ?” you got up and walked to the room.

“Hello beautiful” the unsub smiled at you, you pushed back the urge to throw up. “It’s actually agent l/n” you said as you sat down, he nodded. “Yeah, makes sense. You're too pretty to go to a bar dressed like a slut”

“Tell me something” you looked over at him

“Anything darling” he leaned forward.

“Why’d you do it? They were innocent” he sat there for a minute, taking in what you said. “They were worth nothing, selling their bodies and for what? They’re nothing but a bunch of sluts” he spat. You nodded and chuckled, “what’s so funny agent?” he looked up at you.

“Just like your momma right?” you asked him, he looked at you confused.

“Oh you didn’t know? All those nights where she left you to go to work, she was, what did you say? oh yes “selling their bodies and worth nothing” Do you know what I think ? I think that you’re just a sexist son of a bitch that isn’t worth the air he breathes” you smiled at him sweetly before getting up. His face was expressionless, “You’re just like them too agent l/n, a slut that’s worth nothing. I’m sure you only got your position by sleeping with someone”

You were tired and angry, you weren’t in the mood for his shit. “Shut up” you mumbled. “Oh did I hit a nerve agent ? Why don’t you go relieve some stress with agent Hotchner ?” You looked up at him.

“What did you say?”

“You heard me agent”

You couldn’t handle his attitude, you picked up the chair and threw it at him. Aaron walked in “enough. y/n, get out” you rolled your eyes and pushed passed Aaron.

You had been helping Spencer pack up the evidence boxes. “I’ve got it bubba, go get something to eat. I’ll put these away and come join you.” you picked up the box from the table, “are you sure?” Spencer asked you before picking up his jacket, you nodded and walked out of the conference room and into the storage room.

“Y/n, what the hell was that?” Aaron asked you as he walked into the storage room, shutting the door behind him. “What the hell was what?” you asked, pushing the boxes up onto the shelf, “you know exactly what I'm talking about, this is exactly why I had to bail you out years ago”

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“I want my phone call!” you shouted at the cops, “I know my rights! I’m a lawyer!” They didn’t listen to you, so you did the logical thing and kept yelling. Eventually, they got fed up of your yelling so they let you have your phone call. You called Aaron even though you knew he’d be pissed. You were sitting in the holding cell for what felt like eternity, “L/n! bail’s been posted” the cop called as you stood up.

“Hey Hotch” you smiled at him, your heels were in your hands and your hair was a mess. To be completely honest, you were still kinda tipsy but you weren’t going to tell him that. “Stop smiling, let’s go y/n” he took your shoes from you and walked towards the door, opening it for you.

“Okay grumpy pants, I'm going” you walked to his car, getting in and making yourself comfortable, not before grabbing the sweater he had on his backseat. He tossed your shoes into the back of the car

“Hey! Those are red bottoms, be careful!”

“I don’t care” he grumbled as he started driving.

“Who pissed in your cereal?” you asked him

“Y/n, it’s 4:36 in the fucking morning and I had to come bail you out of jail because you threw a chair at someone. I’m sorry if I'm not in the mood to talk”

You glanced at the clock in his car, you didn’t realize that it was already morning. “How much was bail?” you mumbled, looking out the window.

“2 grand” he kept driving.

“WHAT! I DIDN’T EVEN HIT HIM!” you shouted, your head whipping around so fast you probably gave yourself whiplash.

“Stop yelling. I only paid a grand. I pulled some strings so you own me.”

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You chuckled when he brought up that he bailed you out all those years ago.

“If I remember correctly, I paired you back didn't I?”

“That isn’t the point y/n. What you did in there was wrong, you can’t lose your cool like that.”

You rolled your eyes again. Aaron always had that effect on you, a constant state of eye rolling. “Stop that” he stepped closer to you, you took a step back, your back was against the shelves. “Stop what?” you knew he was talking about your eye rolling, he had always hated it. You love to do it whenever he filled in for the professor, you hated when he taught. He took forever and never let you leave early.

“Don’t roll your eyes,” he whispered. His lips pressed right to your ear, his cheek against yours.

“Make me stop” you challenged him.

He just chuckled “you really don't want to see what I can make you do”

“Maybe I do” your hands made their way to his hair, tugging on the back of it.

He kissed you, it was rough and needy. His hands were all over you, the two of you wanted this, you needed this but you were both too stubborn to say anything. He grabbed your ass and squeezed hard enough to leave a small bruise, his lips attached to your neck sucking on your sweet spot.

You and Aaron had always had a connection between you guys, it was more than sexual. You genuinely cared about each other, the sexual attraction was just a plus.

30 minutes had passed and the two of you were still in there. The top button of your shirt had come off with Aaron’s tugging, you could see all the hickeys Aaron left on your neck down to your breast. His hair was a mess with a few hickeys on his neck too. There was no denying that you two had just had sex, it was so obvious. Even if you came out at separate times, the team would figure it out.

“Well, that was fun” you ran your hand through his hair, trying to settle it from all your pulling.

“It was” he gave you a small kiss.

“Let’s do it again sometime ?” You smiled at him before walking out and shutting the door.

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tagging: @iconicc cause she was super excited

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