#i washed the cut and got my mom to help me back to my room

[itsprashimusic]

Maybe Leave The Cooking To Me

Summary - You love to cook, and Lando loves to help, but this time it goes sideways.

Pairings - Lando Norris x fem!Reader

Warnings - minor injury, reader has good relationship with parents, reader is same age as Lando, fluffy.

W/C - 1.4k

A/N - my first fic for f1 lets gooo Happy reading<3

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 It was the end of a triple header meaning that now you had a break you were craving. The Monday meetings were done with, you and Lando were on the flight back to your Monaco apartment. The exhaustion caught up with you and the both of you were out within seconds of your heads hitting your pillows. 

It was now a Tuesday night. There was some music playing in the living room, Lando was somewhere in the house, and you were in the kitchen. You wouldn’t call yourself a chef, but you loved to cook and learn new recipes. Travelling the world with Lando made it so that you would not get to cook very often, so when you did get to cook you would take the chance.

You sat on the counter contemplating what to cook. Before you shifted to Monaco your mom had written out a recipe book for you with all different kinds of recipes which she had found and curated to your and your family's taste and liking. So you sat on the counter, reading through the fat book.

"Babe, what do you wanna eat?" you yelled to Lando, your eyes still focused on the book. You didn't get a reply, but 5 seconds later he walked into the kitchen. "I'm not really sure," he said while walking up to you. He walked in between your legs and tilted the book in your hands so that he could read it.

"Oo, how about spaghetti? You always say how you wanted to make it." He said and pointed to it. "By that I meant making it from scratch. It is too late to do that." you reply and turn the page.

"Then just boil the spaghetti we have and make the sauce." The excitement in your eyes when you heard him say that made him chuckle. You got off the counter and began rummaging around the kitchen looking for all the ingredients. "Red sauce?" "Red sauce" he confirms. You get out the tomatoes, chillies, garlic, herbs and spices while Lando takes out the spaghetti.

You give him the simple task of watching the pasta boil and reminding you when it was 20 minutes. He dutifully did his task and even drained the water and left the spaghetti in the colander. It was getting late and the two of you were growing hungrier, but knew that the food would be worth the wait.

While waiting for the boiled tomatoes to cool you were cutting some onions and garlic. "Can you get the grinder out?" you asked Lando. He was a bit deep in thought, so only hummed before retrieving the asked for item. "What are you thinking about?" "I could've overtaken Russel at turn 14." he said.

"Baby, it's ok," you abandoned the half cut onions and wiped your hands. You walked over to Lando and gently made him look at you, "Could you have done something then? Yes. Can you do anything about it now? No. It's no use dwelling on something that can't be changed. The best you can make of it, is to be aware of it and try and avoid repeating it in the future. Hmm?" you hummed at the end with a nod. Lando looked at you and nodded along.

To get his mind off of the last race you got him to make good use of his muscles and crush some dried chillies. The cooking went on. You peeled the tomatoes, put them in the grinder and set up the wok on the stove. Lando was slicing some pieces of soft chicken which he wanted you to add in the sauce.

The sauce was half ready when you turned the gas off and went to the sink to wash your hands. "Is it done?" he asked you. 'No' you told him and dried your hands, "It still has some chunks which didn't get ground." This is where your casual Tuesday night took a turn.

Lando, being the muppet he is who can't cook, poured the chunky liquid into the grinder bowl, covered it and put it on the machine. You then faced him and saw what he did. But you did not have enough time to tell him to not do what he was about to do.

He turned the knob and within less than a second the hot tomato sauce spewed out of the bowl and all over you, Lando and your cosy kitchen.

You would expect that a formula 1 driver's quick reflexes would not just be limited to when they are driving. But if you saw the scene inside Lando and his girlfriend's kitchen on a Tuesday night after a triple header, you would be greeted with quite the opposite. The once clean kitchen was now covered in red food. You and Lando were covered in near-boiling hot pasta sauce.

When the sauce spewed out, Lando's first reaction was to let out a slightly high-pitched scream and you quickly turned the loud nightmare-like-sounding machine off. Neither of you said anything, you just looked around the kitchen, taking in the mess, processing what happened, and slowly registering the pain you felt where the sauce lay on your bare skin.

Thankfully most of the spilt sauce got on your t-shirts and not on either of your faces, but some did reach your arms. Lando was the first to say something "Ow, that hurts, that's-that's starting to burn, ouch." Without wasting much time, you grabbed his arm and took him to the bathroom. You turned the shower on, "keep your arm under the water. Do. Not. Move."

You went to the sink and shed your tomato-covered top and left it there. You got Lando to do the same and then joined him by putting your own, now slightly burnt, arms under the spray of cold water. "Baby, why did you start the grinder with a hot liquid inside of it?" you asked him, your voice soft and full of concern, "I'm not mad, just wanna know why."

"You said you had to grind it." His voice sounded broken, you wanted to hug him tight and never let go. "Lan, you have to wait till it has cooled down. The steam inside created pressure which caused the lid to pop open and the sauce to scatter everywhere." He just gave a quiet 'oh' in response.

"How much of your arm got burnt?" you asked and he showed you the parts which hurt. You left the bathroom and came back with two handkerchiefs and ice packs. With the help of rubber bands you secured the ice packs to his forearms. "Where are you going?" he asked when the two of you changed your clothes.

"To clean the kitchen and salvage whatever is left of the sauce."

"Let me help, please."

How could you say no to that face he was making? After some back and forth he got you to also attach an ice pack to your forearm. you grumbled but nevertheless allowed him to take care of you.

You both clean in silence. He cleaned the counter, cupboards and the grinder while you cleaned up the floor where most of the sauce got. 10 minutes later the now salvaged sauce was on the gas with the chicken in and almost ready to eat.

Lando got out two plates and served you both some spaghetti. Your stomach rumbled, which made him giggle. The two of you quickly began laughing. Some people process and handle things by crying, some yell, some throw things around the house and some just sit in silence and wallow and wither away. But you had a different way of coping with emotions and stress. By laughing. That was one thing you and your boyfriend had in common. You both would laugh to process things.

It was kind of the reason the two of you got together in the first place.

Soon the sauce was ready and was severed. You both took your plates and forks and sat on the couch, something ready to play on the TV. The ice packs had come off by then, but Lando insisted on wrapping the cold napkin around the red part of your hand which was not covered in ice earlier.

He finished wrapping your arm and you leaned forward to kiss his nose. Before you could reach though, his lips caught yours in a short but sweet kiss. You both ate your spaghetti and watched what was playing on the TV, occasionally making comments about it here and there.

"Babe"

"Yea?"

"Next time, maybe leave cooking to me?"

"I’m with you a 100 percent on that one" 

A/N - this fic came to be because I read a lando fic where reader was eating chicken pasta and decided to cook spaghetti for the first time and ended up burning myself(dw i'm fine, the burn was very minor)

Hope you enjoyed reading<3

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[dellalyra]

Family Formation Part Two

Summary: the first years take a shopping trip, and Megumi calls you mom. Satoru is a little shit, but the best dad.

CW: Motherhood, pregnancy, swearing, talks of menstruation, dad gojo, intense sweetness

A/N: I absolutely did not expect part one to blow up like that but I’m so happy it did!!! I’m gonna turn this into a mini series but pls beware it’s not gonna be in any kinda order, just snippets of you and Gojo’s little puzzle piece family. Comment if u wanna be tagged in future parts!

Part One

You sit in your office on campus, about to finish up to go meet your husband for dinner with the kids (they’re your students, but really, they’re all your kids). Just as you stand up from your desk, the door opens and in walks Megumi, hands in his pockets and radiating teenage angst and uncertainty.

“Hey honey.” You say, slipping your purse over your shoulder, “did Satoru send you to walk me across campus again, because if he did, next time you have full permission to smack him across the head and remind him his wife is a special grade sorcerer too - just because his spawn is currently living inside me doesn’t mean I can’t walk.” You knew your husband meant well, but since your pregnancy was discovered he had all his students on Guard-My-Wife duty when he himself wasn’t available.

“He did, but actually I was going to come to talk to you about something… I have a favour to ask you.” He says as he takes your purse off your shoulder to carry it himself (you know there’s no point in arguing with him, he’s as stubborn as they come and almost as protective of you as Satoru). He’s kicking his shoes against the floor and suddenly he must think the strap of your bag is the most interesting thing in the world. You knew these signs, after 10 years of raising this boy you knew this was him feeling uncomfortable to talk about something.

“Of course, sweetheart - what do you need” A quick squeeze of his shoulder and a small smile reassuring him is spread on your face as you coax him into telling you.

“So eh, do you remember when we came to you and Satoru and you took us shopping and we got stuff and then you showed us both how to make our beds and showed Tsumiki how to braid her hair and all that stuff?” He could barely meet your eyes, this boy was so emotionally constipated you were never sure how he got any words out.

“Of course I do! I remember setting up your room, and we got that sweet nightlight that had the moon and stars for your room and a cloud one for Tsumiki - do you need them? I think they’re in the garage somewhere I can get Satoru to -” you were cut off mid sentence by him.

“No it’s just that, today I saw Itadori in his room and he had no sheets because the only ones he had were being washed and then Nobara is, eh, dealing with some - on her, eh, it’s her time” (you could see him floundering and flushing at trying to tell you Nobara is on her period, so you thought you’d save the rest of his face from becoming the same colour as Itadori’s hair).

“Okay so Yuuji needs bedsheets and Nobara is on her period - is that the issue, honey?” You ask, trying to figure out why you needed to be involved, apart from maybe a quick store run.

“It’s that and like, Nobara keeps getting cuts on her legs after she showers and Yuuji didn’t know what conditioner was so I thought maybe, since you were able to, yaknow, sort things out for me and Tsumiki you might be able to help them? It’s dumb, nevermind, they’re fine. They can figure it out. I’ll walk you to Satoru.” He scratched the back of his neck, turning to walk out the door. But it had all clicked in your mind, what he was hoping you would do.

“It’s not dumb, sweetheart. It’s really sweet, I think I know what you mean and how I can help. So, let’s get to the common area, I’ll text Satoru to pick us all up some food and we can all eat in the dorms together tonight, okay. But first let’s get the other two and we’ll drive to the store, yeah, we can get some things there and also - this little one is telling me very sternly I need to eat some Smokey bacon chips.” You grabbed his elbow, knowing he’s probably FAR too old to let you grab his hand like you did when he was 6 but still wanting to give him the smallest hint of physical affection and guidance since you knew what he asked if you took every ounce of not-fainting-from-embarrassment he had in his body. He was, in his roundabout, beat around the bush way, asking if you’d play mom to his friends who are either completely without family or miles and miles from home at only 15.

After rounding up Yuuji and Nobara and settling them into the back seat of your car, with Megumi up front with you, you drive off. As you get there, you see Nobara clutch her stomach a tiny bit, noticing the symptoms of period pains from a mile away - even with it being 6 months since your last one (thank you Satoru and baby).

“Boys, go find me Smokey bacon chips please, Nobara, will you help me find some baby clothes?” You shoo the boys away, giving you and Nobara some space for girl time, or what you hoped she would come to think of as mom and daughter time.

“Okay so, while we look at these, I noticed you’ve some cramps, have you got pads or tampons and stuff? Some painkillers, a heating pad?” She flushed as you ask, but you knew with a girl like Nobara who eerily reminded you of a mixture of you and 15 year old Shoko, would much prefer a straightforward and direct approach.

“Um, I have some pads sensei but to be honest, they’re kinda annoying for training and missions but, I don’t understand how tampons work like I mean I’ve tried so much but I can’t get it right. I didn’t know what painkillers to use so I snuck one of Gojo-Sensei’s migraine meds, which helped but also made me sleep for 12 hours.” She rambled on, in typical Kugisaki fashion as if these period related things were personally attacking her and she wanted nothing more than to smack them down. You guided her to the period products and told her to get what she needed, get some new razors with aloe strips and all other things she could need that her mom would usually shop with her for, and you’d give her some tips on tampons when you all got back to the dorm, you also told her that if she ever wanted to go shopping with you that you’d love that, to which she hastily agreed with and pointed out that desperately needed some new bras and you arranged for next weekend, adding in that you’d pop into some baby stores and let her go wild on some clothes so your kid could be ‘as fashionable as Aunty Nobara’ which made her jump with glee and talk about how she’s definitely going to be the coolest aunty because you’re gonna be the only other positive influence on the kids life because ‘Megumi has a stick up his ass, Itadori is a moron and Gojo-Sensei is a cringey dumbass, no offence I know he’s your husband, but you and I gotta make sure this kid doesn’t end up like them.’

You soon found the boys and shoved Megumi and Nobara off to find an assortment of candy your husband had text he wanted when you informed him of the store trip and your conversation with Megumi,

“Yuuji, honey, while we’re here - do you need anything? Some new clothes, towels, bedsheets? Satoru is paying.” You didn’t want to just drop Megumi in for telling you the things he did, so you tried to be inconspicuous with your guidance.

Yuuji sheepishly listed off some items he needed, as you picked up some new sheets for him, asking if he was too old for Spider-Man sheets to which he vehemently disagreed because he thought they were the sickest sheets and got the matching comic strip lamp to go with it. Yuuji never failed to bring a smile to your face, being the ray of sunshine he is, his thoughtfulness evident as he took the cart from you and even offered to carry you around the store because he ‘didn’t want you to get tired because sensei you’re GROWING A PERSON LIKE WHAT’.

In the car on the way back, as the kids poked fun at how much had been spent on their teachers card (it was a black Amex, it wasn’t even going to make a dent on the finances), you insisted the kids stop calling you sensei and call you Y/N instead, you never liked being ‘Sensei’ anyway.

Pulling up to the dorms, you open the trunk and everyone starts taking their bags from the back. Satoru swans out the door and dips you into a kiss which Megumi cringes at, Nobara and Yuuji squeal saying how sweet it is, and you return with enthusiasm.

“Well there’s the world’s sexiest momma to be!” He says spinning you as you giggle and he pecks a small kiss onto your belly. “It’s okay baby, daddy’s here now, no more boring Megumi to deal with okay, he’s going to turn out exactly like your Uncle Nanamin if he doesn’t lighten up! Maybe he just needs a kiss too!” Your husband tries to kiss the raven haired teens forehead but quickly gets smacked away and grumbled at with some choice words you’d usually scold him for using.

“Did you guys buy out the store? Which bag has the mochi?” He starts rummaging through the bags, pulling things out until you grab his hands and place two boxes in them which he immediately opens while

You move to take a bag in each hand until Megumi and Gojo grabs them from you.

“Ah! No lifting sweet pea! That’s why we’re here, you’re carrying precious Gojo cargo in there.” Satoru says as he pokes your belly.

“You shouldn’t lift heavy stuff like that, Mom, you’ll hurt yourself, plus Itadori can probably carry all this stuff in himself.” Megumi adds, in a rare occurrence of him agreeing with your husband.

You fully expected Yuuji to run to grab as many bags as he can handle from the trunk after this comment and carry them and probably you inside with a smile and a gentle but loud ‘I got this Sens-Y/N’ and Nobara to chuck the rest of her bags at your eldest son.

But it never came.

You just saw two jaws hanging on the floor, staring between you, Megumi and Satoru.

Megumi just made a judgemental face at his classmates and Satoru just stared at them as if they grew two heads.

“You two okay there?” You ask, jokingly checking their temperature with the inside of your wrist.

“Fushigoru - Fushigoru you said - you, what?!” Was all that came from Itadori before Nobara burst out with,

“You just called her Mom!”

A look of realisation flashed across Megumi and your face, they had never heard him call you mom before, something he’d been doing since you patched up a swollen fist after a fight at 11 years old with dog print bandaids and a soft kiss to the bruise.

Megumi fought the flush on his cheeks and rubbed the nape of his neck.

“So? That’s what you call a woman who raises you, dipshits.” This only seemed to confuse them more.

Gojo just stood back watching the scene through raised eyebrows and a little smirk.

“RAISED YOU? What?” The two other teenagers burst out with questions and sheer confusion, as Megumi silently pleaded to the gods that they would shut up, but instead got help in the form of you and Satoru.

“Satoru and I have been raising Megumi and his sister since he was 6, and that’s why he calls me mom, and why we never said this is our firstborn, because Megumi and Tsumiki were our kids first.” you said pointing between the three people you mentioned.

“How could you not know? Can you not see how much my darling eldest son adores his dearest beloved Papa?” Satoru says scooping Megumi into his arms who proceeds to flail about like he’s being kidnapped by a curse and say how he has never called him that ever and never will.

While your boys were busy teasing and arguing, you turn to the other two who were watching everything unfold in disbelief.

“One of the other reason I fucking hate being ‘Sensei’, because I’m also your best friends mom, not just your teacher - and I’m here for you kids too. For anything, okay? Satoru too, even if he acts like an ass sometimes. ”

You lead them both inside, knowing the scuffle between your son and husband will take some time judging by the swearing from Megumi and the cackling laughter for Satoru.

“Megumi, take it easy on dad, he’s growing old and feeble.” You shout over your shoulder.

“But if he calls you mom, why doesn’t he call Gojo dad?” Itadori asks.

“Oh he does, just not around you guys. He doesn’t want you both thinking he’s the favourite because we raised him. He gives him a Father’s Day card every year and Satoru texts him ‘goodnight kiddo,’ every night and used to sit in his room in our house for hours after we moved him into the dorms. But don’t tell him I told you that - and don’t tell Satoru. He’ll just milk it for months, and they’re both bloody useless with emotions. Nobara, pass me the smokey bacon chips will you, please honey? Let’s all watch a film and eat before I make your sensei drive us home to our house. Do you guys wanna have dinner at our house on Saturday? You could stay over?”

Taglist: @sassy-cat-in-town

#gojo x reader #jjk #gojo satoru #anime #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro tsumiki #yuuji x reader #platonic!yuuji x reader #platonic!Nobara x reader #platonic!megumi x reader #dad!gojo

[milaisreading]

Crossdresser!Yn AU:

Anri: You are just like a mom, you know?

Crossdresser!Yn: I am no- Kurona, Isagi, fix up your scarfs *fixes them instead*

Kurona:Thanks!

Isagi: Didn't even notice it. Thanks.

Anri:You sure?

Crossdresser!Yn: Of course- Niko, you have some food in the corner of your mouth *wipes it away*

Niko: Thanks!

Anri: ...

Crossdresser!Yn, looks back at Anri: I have nothing motherly- Barou, Kunigami, Gagamaru, put on some masks before you leave. It's flue season.

Gagamru: Thanks for the reminder.

Kunigami: I completely forgot. Thanks.

Barou: Ah yeah. This facility made me forget about those.

Anri: So?

Crossdresser!Yn: I don't know where you got the idea from to begin with. I am completely- Rin, Hiori, Bachira, I told the chef to make soup for you three. To help with the fever you have.

Bachira: Is it chicken soup?!

Hiori: Great! Thank you!

Rin: ... Thanks.

Anri: How did you-

Crossdresser!Yn: Tokimitsu, Yukimiya, Chigiri, remember to take those medications the doctor gave you. We need you three healthy as possible.

Chigiri: But it stinks!

Tokimitsu: And tastes awful.

Yukimiya: Can't we get something else?

Crossdresser!Yn, sends them warning glares: No.

Anri: Hmmm....

Karasu: Y/n, did you see my emotional support pillow anywhere?

Otoya: And my tissue box?

Aryu: And my favorite comb?

Crossdresser!Yn, thinks for a moment: Your pillow is on you bed again, washed and everything, Karasu. Otoya, I had to put new tissues inside and it's back in your room. And Aryu, you are holding your comb right now.

Karasu: Thank you! *runs to his room*

Otoya: Thanks a lot. *walks to his room.

Aryu, looks down at his hand as he sneezes: Oh! You are the best! Thanks!

Crossdresser!Yn: I didn't do much.

Anri: So, anyway-

Crossdresser!Yn: Nagi, wear some sock, now. And Reo, please don't eat anything for now, your stomach is still upset.

Reo: But-

Crossdresser!Yn: No buts!

Reo: ...Ok...

Crossdresser!Yn, looks back at Anri: Sorry for cutting you off. But, from where did you get the idea that I am like a mom?

Anri: Hallucinations, I guess

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock scenarios #isagi yoichi #crossdressing #blue lock #reo mikage #nagi seishiro #bachira meguru #kunigami rensuke #otoya eita #karasu tabito #yukimiya kenyu #hiori yo #kurona ranze #tokimitsu aoshi #aryu jyubei #gagamaru gin #itoshi rin #niko ikki #barou shouei #chigiri hyoma

[lipglossanon]

Someday

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stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (beach one shot)

this went in a weird direction but instead of scrapping it, I’m posting so 🤷‍♀️ enjoy lmao lots of smut 👌

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, protective Leon, perv Leon, kissing, dirty talk, nipple play, teasing, grinding, public sexual situations lol, car sex, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread

Title from Someday by Sugar Ray ☀️

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This place is warm without a care

We'll take a swim in the deep blue sea

I go to leave and you reach for me

—"Someday"

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"Quit pushing!"

"But you're in my space!"

"If you guys don't behave, I will turn this car around!"

The squabbling in the back seat cut short as Leon glares you. 

He leans over and flicks your arm when you’re not looking; you hiss at the sting, smacking him on the forearm in retaliation. 

"Leon," his dad warningly calls out from the driver’s seat, looking at him through the rear view mirror. 

"What?" he glares at you still, rubbing the smarting skin, "she literally started it, I was just paying her back.”

"Yeah, but you know better," his dad sighs before moving his attention to you, “please let’s all just get along and enjoy our day.”

You smile, “Of course,” turning your attention to Leon you bat your eyelashes, “I am so sorry, big brother.” 

"Whatever," he rolls his eyes, flipping you off once his dad turns back to the road.

Your mom claps her hands, “Look alive kids, we’re here!”

"Finally," Leon breaths out, opening the passenger door and slipping out once his dad parks the car. 

Everyone piles out of the vehicle and makes their way to the back hatch. Your stepdad opens it and pulls out the coolers holding food and drinks.

"Here make yourself useful,” Leon sneers as he shoves a tote full of towels and sunblock into your arms. 

Your mom pats you on the back, “I got the beach umbrella so we’ll go find a spot!”

You stick your tongue out at Leon and turn along with your mom to walk along the boardwalk to the sandy beach below. It doesn’t take long to find a decent spot, staking down the umbrella and tossing the beach blanket down onto the sand. Leon sets down the coolers near the side while his dad hands out the beach chairs to be setup. 

Once everything is in order, you sit back on your haunches with a sigh. Rooting around through your own bag, you grab a few things and stand up. 

“I’m heading over to the changing rooms,” you jerk your thumb behind you, to the wooden building, “shouldn’t take long.”

Your mom nods, “Okay, make sure to lock the door. Actually Leon, walk with her. You never know these days.”

You roll your eyes and walk backwards, “I’m totally fine mom, you can see the building from here.”

Leon’s dad nods at him, “Just maybe walk over that way with her and if it seems fine just mosey on back.”

Leon smirks at you, “You heard’em, little sis.”

He gets up from the blanket and walks over to you; spinning you around, he gives you a gentle push to walk forward.

“I don’t need the help,” you snip at him, elbowing his side so there’s more space between you.  

“Hey I’m just following orders. Besides,” he leans more into your space with a leer, “maybe I just wanted to see what kinda bathing suit you picked out.”

You roll your eyes, tamping down the heat that washes over you from his words. 

“Whatever, perv,” you climb the wooden steps and find an empty room. 

Hesitating, you look back at Leon before stepping inside, “Are you going to be out here?”

His arms are crossed as he leans against the banister, a deadpan expression in his face.

“Unless you want me in there with you, yeah I’ll be out here.”

Nodding, you completely step into the changing room and shut the door. It’s pretty nondescript but just something about it is giving you the ick. A low noise comes from behind the wall, probably just from someone changing in the next room. 

You tug your shirt off, already wearing a bathing top underneath— you just wanted to swap it for the more colorful one you brought along. A weird sound next door has you jumping in place. 

“Leon?”

“Yeah?” you can hear his muffled voice on the other side of the door. 

Another raspy noise comes from the other side of the wall giving you goosebumps. You swing your door open and gesture him inside. His mouth opens, probably about to make fun of you, when the look on your face cuts him short. 

He enters the changing room with you, keeping quiet as you hold your finger up to your lips. The strange noise happens again but louder, making you press into Leon’s side, hands gripping onto his thin tee shirt until your knuckles blanch. 

You both stand still, ears cocked and listening as that weird noise happens again. Leon reaches out and raps his hand hard on the wall. The noise stops and you both hear something scurry away from the wall. 

“Don’t change in here. We can go to the car,” Leon whispers to you, eyes serious, “definitely gonna report this to whoever’s on duty. Fucking creep.”

“Leon,” you whisper back, relief making tears prick your lash line, “thank you.”

“Hey, of course,” he murmurs softly, warm palms coming up to cup your jaw, “you’re okay. I won’t let anything happen to you, promise.”

You nod in his hold, pressing into his body even further. Your hands come up to wind in his hair and pull him down. He takes the hint and presses your lips together, kissing you softly. 

Leon pushes until your back is flat against the wall, never breaking his kiss. 

“You’re my girl,” he growls as he kisses a hot trail to your ear, tongue dipping inside, “no one gets to see you but me.”

“Leon,” you whimper, tugging on his hair as he nips at your neck before kissing down to your clavicle.

“Wish I could do more right now,” he murmurs into your skin, dragging his mouth down to the swell of your breasts in your bathing suit top, “just gonna get a little taste and we’ll head back, okay?”

Nodding, you have no idea what you’re agreeing to, when Leon noses the fabric covering one of your breasts over until he can suck your nipple easily into his hot mouth. 

“Just a taste, princess,” he whispers, moving over to the other hard bud and suckling.

He keeps you pressed to the wall as he lathes and sucks on your nipples until they’re hard and swollen. Your bathing suit bottoms are soaked with slick when he finally pulls back, eyes dark and heated. 

He slips his fingers under your top and pulls it upright, letting go with a snap. You cry out from the sting on your puffy nipples as your top now covers them. 

“C’mon, we need to head back before they come looking.”

“But..”

He grins at you, teeth gleaming, “What is it? Is my little sis feeling needy?”

You nod your head, “Please, big brother, I’m so wet.”

His fingers dip beneath the band of your shorts and bottoms to glide across your slippery clit. You cry out and bury your face in his chest. 

“Oh? She is,” he coos, “she needs me so bad huh, princess?”

He dips his head lower, whispering filth in your ear and making you rock against his fingers as they circle your pudgy clit. 

“Mmm I’d love to get on my knees and kiss your pretty pussy all over,” he licks the shell of your ear, “she loves getting kissed by big brother, always so fucking wet after I makeout with your cunt, isn’t that right?”

“Uh huh,” you whine, “feels good. Big brother makes my pussy so wet.”

“Fuck,” he grits out, fingers circling and pinching your clit over and over, “when we get home, I’m pushing you down and railing your little princess pussy, got that? I’m gonna use you all fucking night, so you’ll just have to keep that hole wet and ready for me. Can you do that for big brother, huh?“

“Yes, yes, please, want that,” you slur, thighs tensing as your orgasm winds tighter in your belly, “want big brother to fill me up.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” he laughs meanly, “you can only get off if I’m creaming in this tight cunt anyways.”

You whine and hump down into his fingers, “Love it, love getting your creampies.”

“God damn, princess,” his fingers slide across your clit roughly, “cum for me, get my fingers soaking wet.”

“Oh, Leon, I’m—“

You shudder in his arms, muffling your moans in his shirt as you shake apart on his fingers. Riding out the soft tremors, Leon finally slips his hand away and laps up the clear slick webbing across his fingers. 

“So fucking juicy,” he growls, free hand coming up to twist one of your nipples making you whine, “can’t wait til we get home.” 

He kisses you one last time before opening the door, letting you leave first. You both look around but luckily the whole area is deserted. He gives you a little push toward the stairs. 

“Go catch up with them, I’m gonna look around for whoever’s in charge and file that report.”

You watch Leon’s broad back as he walks around the corner and warmth flutters in your chest as you make your way back over to your mom and stepdad. 

“Finally, thought you two got lost,” your mom smiles, patting the blanket, “let me put sunblock on your back and shoulders and you can skedaddle.”

Your stepdad looks over at you and then glances around, “Where’d Leon get off to?”

“He said he’d be back, needed to do something.”

He nods and goes back to his book. Your mom finishes up with the sunblock and puts it back in her bag. 

“Make sure to drink plenty of water.”

“I know, mom,” you roll your eyes good naturedly, “I’m gonna go wade for a bit, see if I can find any cool shells.”

“Have fun,” she plops her big sun hat on her head and lays out on the blanket. 

You wander down the beach until your toes meet the small waves kissing the shore. Wading out into the warm water, you take in all the people. It’s really nice and peaceful even with all the racket; easy to let it fade into the background with the sound of the ocean echoing in your ears. 

“You wanna build a sand castle?”

Leon’s voice behind you makes you jump, quickly turning to face him.

“You serious?” you squint at him, still feeling out of depth with the whole fiasco earlier. 

“Yeah, let’s go build one,” his eyes are something else with the ocean reflecting off the already prismatic blue, “I know where the good sand is.”

You smile, reaching your hand out to see if he’ll take it. Surprisingly, he does. He leads you back away from the water but not too far in order to reach the ‘better sand’. 

"This is a lot of fun," you murmur, brushing shoulders with Leon as you try to dig out a moat.

"Yeah even if you’re complete shit at it,” he smirks, side eyeing you. 

"Hey," you push his shoulder, leaving a damp hand print on his shirt, "I’ve made like three sandcastles in my life, so lay off.”

"Doesn’t matter,” Leon shrugs then laughs, “I'm going to absolutely destroy this when we're done.”

You frown, "But why?"

“It’ll just wash out with the tide otherwise.”

You roll your eyes, “Such a dork. Think I might go for a swim since it’s gotten hotter just sitting here.”

"I'll go with you," he stands up and slips his shirt off making your mouth feel dry, "don’t want you to drown while my back is turned”

You mock salute him while trying not to stare at his chest, "Aye, aye, captain."

Leon ruffles your hair, "Last one in the water is a rotten egg."

He takes off running with you right behind him. 

“You’re such a cheater! You didn’t even countdown!”

"Snooze ya lose, princess,” he laughs, splashing into the ocean before whirling on you and grabbing you around you waist. 

“Hold your breath,” he murmurs hotly in your ear before he’s pulling you under with him. 

You’re not under long and Leon brings you both back up to the surface with you holding onto his biceps for dear life. 

“You’re such a jerk!” you yell, salt water running into your eyes making them sting, “I’m going to murder you!”

“Like to see you try,” he laughs loudly, faking like he’s going to dunk you before yanking you back to his chest. 

Your hands wrap around his neck while your legs wrap around his waist, squeaking as he fakes dipping you both under again. 

“You’re so mean,” you pout as he wraps his hands around your hips. 

“What else is new, princess,” he laughs, shaking the water from his hair. 

He eases out a little further, holding you in his arms as he treads water. 

“Can’t wait to get home,” he murmurs, kissing your neck. 

“Leon,” you whine, “anyone can see us.”

“Yeah? We’re too far off for them to know what’s happening. Just kiss me, little sis.”

You sigh as he places more soft kisses on your neck.

“You got me?”

Giving him a puzzled look, you nod, “Yeah…”

He slowly lets go of your hips and once you stay buoyant, he grins. 

“Since the waters up to our shoulders,” he smirks, hands coming up to grope and squeeze your breasts, “I’m gonna have some fun.”

“No, don’t,” you squirm, but don’t let go; letting him touch you like this is exciting. 

“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re lying.”

He pulls the cups of your bathing top down exposing your breasts to his greedy hands. Pulling and tugging on your nipples has you rocking into him with a moan. 

“Leon,” you keen, head laying against his shoulder, “we’re gonna get caught.”

“Fuck,” he groans, pinching your nipples extra hard, “I’d love that, love to see someone know that you’re getting off on big brother playing with your sexy tits.”

You whimper and press your chest harder into his hands, “Gonna get in trouble.”

“No we won’t,” he chuckles, letting his fingers tease across the swell of your breasts and circle your hard buds, “‘long as you can sit pretty and take it, I’ll play with these cute fucking tits the rest of the day.”

That visual alone makes you rut against his chubbed cock with a moan. 

“Like that?” he laughs and pinches your nipples too hard making you squeal.  

“Think you can cum like this? Rubbing that hot pussy all on me while I suck on your nipples?” his voice rumbles in your ear

“Uh huh,” you shudder nails digging into his back.

“So hot,” he turns his back to the beach and shifts you up higher so can dip his head and latch onto a swollen bud.

You lose track of time, letting Leon suckle and bite at your nipples til they’re puffy and sore as you rub off on him, cumming twice before he even pulls away. 

“Probably need to go back in,” his voice is hoarse while his eyes are nearly dilated black, “been out here for awhile.”

Your brain is total slush at this point and you agree wholeheartedly. 

“Thirsty,” you mutter into his neck as he fixes your top.

“There’s water in the cooler,” he double checks to make sure you’re both presentable before wading back to the beach.

Once the water’s waist high you drop your legs and walk next to him, pushing your shaking muscles to keep you up. Once you get back to the blanket, your mom is reading and your step dad’s conked out with sunglasses on his face. 

You smile and flop down next to Leon who hands you a cold water. 

“Thank you,” you keep your voice low.

He shrugs and cracks open his water and drinks it in like two seconds. 

“You kids about ready to go?” 

Your mom’s voice sounds sleepy. 

“Seems like you two are,” you tease making her laugh and she taps your stepdad’s arm. 

He jostles awake with a snort making you giggle as Leon grins. 

“We’re ready to go honey,” your mom kisses his cheek. 

“Of course,” he stretches and yawns, “Leon you feel like loading up?”

“Can do,” he stands up and starts bundling things in his arms. 

You stand and start collecting the little things he doesn’t have the hands for; you both walk over to your mom’s SUV and Leon sets his stuff down and grabs your armload. 

“Go grab them and the blanket and we should be set.”

“You don’t want—“

“I got it,” he pushes you with a shit eating grin on his face, “trust me.”

You squint at him suspiciously but listen and go grab your parents and the folded up beach blanket. 

When you get back, you see Leon somehow finagled the beach stuff in such a way that you end up sitting in his lap on the drive home cause there just isn’t enough room otherwise. 

His dad pokes fun at him, “Must’ve gotten too much sun eh son?”

Leon rolls his eyes as he tugs you onto his lap in the third row seating, “Like I haven’t heard that before.”

Your mom laughs, “Well just make sure to be safe back there.”

“Will do,” you and Leon chime in at the same time making her laugh again. 

As soon as your stepdad leaves the parking lot, Leon’s hands are under your shirt plucking and tweaking your overstimulated nipples. You twist in his lap, placing your legs on either side of his seat, facing him to eagerly makeout. It’s not long before you’re grinding against his bulge. 

He fishes his dick out, grabbing your hand and guiding you to jerk him off. 

“That’s it,” he whispers, “stroke it. Fuck wish I was in your mouth.”

“Me too,” you kiss him sloppily as he pinches your nipples hard. 

“Y’wanna suck big brother off? Mmm but our parents would hear it wouldn’t they? That tight throat choking on me.”

“Mmhmm, I’d gag so much,” your hand eagerly strokes his dick, “you’re just too big for my mouth.” 

“But not for that pussy”, he growls, moving one hand from your nipples to slide under the leg of your shorts and swim bottoms to tease along your slit.   

You have to kiss him to stop the moan from giving you both away. 

Once he pulls back, Leon smirks at you, “Gotta keep quiet or they’ll find out what a slut you are.”

You pout, “Just feels so good.” 

“Let me stick it in,” he whispers in your ear, “just let me slip the tip in, ‘m so hard it hurts, princess.” 

“Just the tip,” you agree, slipping your shorts and bottoms off. 

He pulls the foreskin back on his fat tip to spank against your clit making you bite your lip hard. Pressing into your soaked cunt, the head stretches you open making you sigh.  

“Don’t you want the rest?” he coos sarcastically.  

“You said just the tip,” you mumble against his mouth. 

Leon listens for about half a minute before he grabs your hips and forces you to sink down. Force is a strong word as you easily go along with it. 

“So bad, taking me all the way into this tiny pussy,” he teases, mouth pressed against your ear, “making me stretch you out on my cock like you just can’t help it, princess.”

You rock down on him muffling your sounds by pressing your face into his chest. Your body is ramped up and ready for another orgasm easily, the coil of arousal tight in your belly already. 

“Mmm, sucking me in,” he hisses, hands digging into the meat of your hips hard, “been fucking edged all day, so this is gonna be messy, princess. Cute pussy’s bout to be filled to the brim.”

You lift your head and let your hazy eyes meet his making him curse under his breath. 

“You’re cockdrunk,” he laughs meanly, “gonna make me cum cause a’your needy fucking face.”

He grinds up harshly into your fluttering walls as his thumb swipes over your hot, swollen clit. 

“Want it, big brother,” you whimper, eyes teary as your orgasm begins to reach its peak, “please, want you to cum inside me.”

“You’re getting a nice load princess don’t worry,” his grip on your hip keeps you in place as he ruts into your pussy and circles your clit with his thumb, “squeeze me, squeeze down on my cock and I’ll give you want you want.”

You kiss him messily, tongue licking into his smirking mouth as your climax shakes your body to pieces. You feel as your pussy tightens down on his cock so hard it must hurt but Leon likes it if his groan’s anything to go by. Your fluttering walls milk his cock as he ruts up one last time and spills inside your clenching pussy. 

You pull away from his mouth, both of you panting against each others lips, just sharing the same space as you cum together.  His cock kicks and throbs as sticky jizz fills your cunt, hot rope after rope of cum shooting from his fat tip. 

Your pussy pulses and clamps rhythmically, aftershocks making your thighs shake as your hands grip onto the upholstery of the seat. 

“Hope you’re not too tired,” he grins, “told you I’m gonna rail you when we get home and I still mean it.”

You rock down on him with a mewl, “Can’t wait, big brother.”

#stepbro leon s kennedy/you #stepbro!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #stepbro!leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #fem!reader #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon s kennedy smut #stepcest #lipglossanon #lipglossmasterlist #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy

[blue-sadie]

I Thought-

Alpha Neteyam x Omega Reader

Summary: neteyam doesn’t always know how to express his feelings and cuts people out when he's angry even his little omega

Warning: modern day au, omegaverse au, almost reader death

Yn/3rd person pov

My body tensed on the couch, my hands clutching the woolen blanket tightly as I heard the slamming of the front door, my nose crinkling at the small of his anger.

"For fuck sake" he yelled throwing his belongings onto the floor making clashes and clungs of his fallen items.

I sunk back into the plushy cushions as my eyes meet his angered ones "h-hi neteyam" I whispered loud enough for him to hear me he only growled in response before stomping his way to our bedroom and slammed the door again.

My ears flattened against my head as I heard him yell out his frustrations but an idea popped into my head and I got right to work, jumping up from my spot and racing into the kitchen and getting all the ingredients I needed.

I grabbed my apron and tied it tightly around my waist and washed my hands before getting to work chopping, preparing and cooking I was making his favorite dish his mom gave me the recipe for and once all of that was slowly cooking I got to work on the dessert.

I tempered and iced the chocolate cake and once that was done I wiped my forehead admiring all my work and I did the final step which was setting the table with some freshly cut flowers.

I quickly cleaned myself up before making my way to our bedroom and softly knocked on the door "what" he muttered from inside the room "I-I made dinner for you" I murmured opening the door my eyes drifting to the door where he lay just staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm not hungry" he said his eyes only finding my for a second before returning to the ceiling "but I made you favorite and while we're eating we can talk-" he interrupted me by giving me a glare "I am not hungry omega" he yelled out.

My lip quivered he never called me omega he said it was to demeaning and hurtful I nodded quietly and closed the door again and made my way into the dining and ate by myself.

I couldn't eat much though my omega was stressing over him I couldn't even look at the cake the thought of it just made me nauseous, I quickly finished my food and wrapped the rest up and left it in the fridge for him to eat and I left the cake on the counter covered so no ants could get to it.

I walked to the bedroom and stood by the door at least for 30 seconds debating if I wanted to sleep in there or not my mood only worsened with each passing second was it me who caused him to be like this was he angry at me.

I shook my head trying to block out the negative thoughts as I made my way to the guest room slumping down onto the bed but I just couldn't fall asleep my omega was crying for attention but I knew I wouldn't be getting any anytime soon.

I twisted and turned but couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard I tried my eyes were starting to become sore and my muscles started to arch I just slowly got up and made my way into the guest bathroom and filled up the tube.

"Maybe this is help" I slowly pulled off my clothes before hissing as I settled into the steaming hot water the water slowly relaxing my muscles, I tried relaxing more by closing my eyes but I couldn't get him out my mind.

I looked to the side where I saw a bottle of medication I quickly leaned over curiously and grabbed it and read the name it was addressed to my mother 'she must have left it here by accident'.

I looked at the label and it was sleeping pills I thought for a minute before uncapping the bottle and taking to out "maybe the will help" I murmured and put the rest of the bottle back onto the counter before swallowing the pills.

I sat around waiting for them to start working just getting a little more comfortable in the bath, my eye lids slowly started becoming more heavier and my breath more slower as the pills started to take effect.

My body slowly started to sink into the water but I was to tired to do anything and my mind was to distracted to the hear the slight padding of footsteps drawing nearer.

Neteyam couldn't sleep either he could never sleep without you so here he was looking into the guest bedroom where he thought you were and when you weren't there his eye brows frowned.

He looked back down the hallway his eyes only softening once he saw the sliver of light coming from the bathroom he walked over and softly knocked like you did before "baby" he called.

But he was only met with silence "yn im really sorry" but when he didn't get an answer this time an unsettling feeling started to fill his heart "baby if you don't answer I'm coming in" he threatened worryingly knocking a bit louder.

He quickly opened the door when he didn't get a response his eyes widening and his heart breaking as he runs and scoops her out of the water "baby" he screamed laying her onto the ground and started listening for her heartbeat.

He sighed in relief ae he heard it but quickly started cpr as it was fading "fuck" he cried as tears started welling up in his eyes "he quickly got his phone and dialed 911 "911 what's your emergency" the lady spoke.

"Hi my girlfriend was found in the bath she's not breathing and she has a heartbeat but it's fading" he rushed breathing heavily as he continued cpr "ok hold on I'm sending someone now" she tried calming neteyam down but he was to frantic.

He quickly wrapped you in a towl and picked you up as he heard the nearing sirens and rushed outside "please help her" he screamed the medics quickly rushed you inside and neteyam followed and held your hand tightly as they rushed to the hospital "please be ok".

-Time skip-

Lo'aks nose crinkled as he entered the room "dude you need to shower" he chuckled but shut up as neteyam glared at him "I am not going anywhere" he growled repeating the same words that he said to everyone else.

He never left your side once he just sat there clutching your hand tightly waiting for you to wake up "so did the doctor say anything" lo'ak asked as he stood at the foot of your bed.

Neteyam sighed heavily "he said whatever she took knocked her out and her omega is the reason she's still asleep" he said tiredly "what does he mean by that" "it means I fucked up ok" neteyam snapped.

Neteyam started to cry again "I fucked up I shut her out and I think her omega may have taken it to seriously and now she's like this because of me" lo'ak watched his eyes filled with sorrow for his brother.

"She almost died because of me" he sniffled staring at your face praying to see your eyes open "I'm the reason she's here" he whispered and softly kissed your hand.

"I love you omega please forgive me"

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[writeroutoftime]

I literally love Jamie so much 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 saw your post asking for stuff for Jamie and after mom city all I can think about is Jamie bring reader to meet his mum in Manchester; she just absolutely fawns over the first girl he’s ever brought home 🥲

pairing: jamie tart x reader (no pronouns used)

words: 1k

a/n: mom city was such an amazing look into jamie's character, and I loved it so so much!! and we all know jamie's mum would love to get to know anyone that he brings home!! please enjoy, lovely!

oOoOo

Hand in hand with Jamie you made your way down the residential street, your heart pounding faster and faster the close you got. It was not lost on you how monumental it was that Jamie had asked you to come and meet his mum and her husband. You knew how much Jamie adored his mother, and it warmed your heart to know Jamie wanted these two parts of his world to collide.

Just as Jamie reached to open the door, your hand shot out and grabbed him, suddenly frozen with fear. "Hey, what's up, love?"

"It's just, what if she hates me, Jamie? I mean your mum means so much to you, and I don't want to be the person who comes between that. And then," you began to ramble until Jamie cut you off.

He gently placed his hands on your cheeks and stared directly into your eyes. "My mum's gonna love you, okay? I promise there is nothing to worry about. In fact, she's been bugging me to bring you 'round for quite a while now."

You smiled as his words washed over you and let your eyes flutter closed for a moment. The warmth of Jamie's hand and the sincerity of his words helped you to take a breath and relax. When you opened your eyes again, you nodded and allowed Jamie to ring the doorbell.

There was barely a moment delay before the door swung open to reveal a man who beamed at you and Jamie. "Oh, welcome! You must y/n, I'm Simon." he introduced, pulling the oven mitts of his hands to shake your hand.

He ushered you and Jamie inside, shutting the door behind you, giving Jamie a quick hug. Immediately, you were struck by how warm the house felt. Not necessarily in temperature, but by the greeting, and the way you can tell the house was truly one that was lived in and experienced love.

You began to stroll through the halls of the home and took everything in with a soft smile on your face. From the wallpaper, to the pictures, and the other decorations scatter about, they all offered you a glimpse into what it must have been like for Jamie growing up.

Eventually, you wandered into the living room where it was near impossible to miss the display of Jamie's photos that lined the table against the wall. Your eyes briefly caught some of his more recent photographs of his time at Richmond, but you gravitated towards the pictures that showed you Jamie as he was growing up.

You carefully picked up a particular photo where Jamie couldn't have been more than eight or nine. His smile was infectious, and you could see the stars in his eyes as he was doing what he loved. Before you could grab another photo, you heard footsteps behind you and turned to see Jamie's mum watching you intently.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry, I just couldn't help myself." you rushed to explain, not wanting to upset Jamie's mum before you had been properly introduced. "I just love seeing him so carefree in these photos."

Instead of responding, she moved forward and threw her arms around you, hugging you quite tightly. "I do too." she confessed, before pulling back to get a good look at you. "Oh, it's so lovely to finally meet you! Call me, Georgie." she insisted. "Jamie's been going on and on about you. It's so nice to finally meet you!" she gushed, ushering you to sit down.

"Mum." a voice whined from the entry to the living room, but Jamie had a small on his face that gave away his joy.

He walked into the room and sat next to his mum, leaning into her touch. You watched as Jamie melted against her, closing his eyes as she gently ran her fingers through his hair.

The time seemed to fly by as the four of you shared stories, laughed, and came together under your shared love for Jamie. The amount of stories Georgie shared with you of Jamie growing up were something you knew you'd never forget.

"I swear," she started, already laughing. "he told me he wanted to dress up as Roy Kent for Halloween."

You fell to the side of the couch, clutching your stomach, as you couldn't stop laughing. "Oh, that's just too good. Jamie, wait 'till Roy gets a load of that."

"Eh, he won't be hearing that from anyone. What happens in this room stays in this room." he tried to argue through the red blush that spread across his cheeks.

Before you knew it, you and Jamie had been with his family for hours and the sun had long set. With an early start for Jamie the next morning, the two of you began to collect your things and said goodbye. Simon offered you a hug goodbye, and you made sure he knew how wonderful all of his food was as you began to walk outside.

You watched from a distance with a smile on your face as Jamie said goodbye to his mother. It might have shocked many people to watch how soft and sincere he was with her, but it didn't surprise you in the least. Deep down, Jamie always was a sweetheart. He showed you that side, and now you got to see him demonstrate that with his mum.

With one last kiss to her cheek, Jamie pulled away and walked to you, quickly grabbing hold of your hand. "Ready to go, love?"

As you opened your mouth to respond, you bit your lip instead and gave Jamie a one second sign before running back to where Simon and Georgie stood near their front door. Nervously, you slowed down in front of Georgie and threw your arms around her tightly.

"Thank you." you spoke so only she could ear.

She pulled back and cocked her head to the side with a slight smile - similar to what you'd seen Jamie do so many times before. "What for, dear?"

You chanced a glance back and your boyfriend. "For raising a wonderful son."

Georgie looked at you, eyes welling up with tears. "You keep looking out for him for me, okay? I know you're doing so much good for him." she told you, sending you off with a smile when you nodded your head.

Together, you and Jamie offered one final wave to Georgie and Simon, walking off hand in hand - your relationship just a little bit stronger than when you first arrived.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tart imagine #ted lasso imagine #rita writes

[vodika-vibes]

Hi, love~ I am back with request #7 (last one)

This time, I'm choosing Fox, with an opal, and at midday. He needs some love. Some *good* love. Real good love. The kind of love that makes him realize he's worth loving. Give this man the bestest love for me 🫶🏻

Please and thank you 💚💚💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Not A Question Of Worth

Summary: You remind Fox that your love for him isn’t conditional.

Pairing: Commander Fox x Reader

Word Count: 744

Prompt: Opal - Faithful Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I'm not sure if I hit the prompt for this one. I had an idea and I wanted to write that, but maybe I also did? I dunno, I'm getting sick and it's making everything hard. Also. If you wanted to send me a prompt for my baby boy Dogma I would love you forever and a day. 🥺

You know when Fox has had a bad day.

Partly because Thire and Thorn and Stone, sometimes all of them, will shoot you a message giving you heads up. But also because you know Fox. And you know his moods.

So when you get a message just before you leave work for the day, a warning from Stone that Fox had a really bad day, you’re already planning on what you can do to make his evening better.

On your way home, you stop by his favorite restaurant and grab the food you ordered in advance, you pop into the florist and grab a bouquet of his favorite small purple flowers, and you dip into a bakery to buy a premade cake.

If you’d had more time, everything would have been individually ordered, but such is life you suppose.

You hurry home, and you’re not surprised when you step into the home you share with Fox and you hear the shower running. If the day was as bad as Stone implied, your Fox will want to wash the day off his skin before he sees you.

Your perfect man seems to think that if he touches you after a bad day, he’ll do nothing but hurt you. Which is silly, but if it helps him feel better than you’re not going to question it.

In any event, the fact that he’s distracted, means that you’re able to get the room ready. The flowers are put in a vase and set on the table. The curry is removed from the containers and placed on the fancy china that your mom gave you when you moved out of her house. The cake is put on a fancy platter and cut into slices. Two scented candles are lit and set a safe distance away from the flowers.

And then you dart into the bedroom and peel off your work clothes for something more comfortable. 

And you managed to do so in less than five minutes.

You’re doing one last check of the kitchen, making sure that everything looks perfect, when the shower stops. You turn to the bedroom door and, only moments later, Fox steps out of the bedroom clad in his sleep pants and nothing else.

It takes everything in you to not swoon for him. He really is so handsome that you just want to cry.

“Cyare,” Fox’s voice is rough, “Welcome home.”

He looks exhausted, you note. You’re glad you prepared everything before he got out of the shower. Now he just has to enjoy it.

You walk over to him and slide your arms around his waist, “Stone sent me a message and said you had a rough day.” You stand on your toes and kiss him, “Did the shower help?”

“A little.” He leans his forehead against yours, “I meant to have dinner ready for you-”

You beam at him, “You’re so sweet!” You lightly pull back and take his hands with yours, “Luckily, I took care of it.” Gently, you tug him into the kitchen, and he pauses in the doorway.

You watch him scan the room. From the flowers and candles, to the food and the cake, and then he focuses his gaze on you, “What’s all of this, cyare?”

“Well, Stone said you had a rough day, so I thought I’d try to make it a little better. Do you like it?”

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he turns to look at you, “I’m not worth all of this. I didn’t do anything for-”

You reach up and press your fingers against his lips, gently interrupting him. “My love is not conditional, Fox. You don’t have to do anything to earn my love. You have it anyway.”

He stares at you, and you can’t help but hope that maybe, this time, he’ll believe you when you say that. Though you’ll repeat it as often as you need to. 

Fox sighs and presses a kiss against the pads of your fingers. “I’m not worthy of you. You should be with someone brighter…like Cody.”

“It’s not a question of worth, Fox.” You kiss him gently and then kiss him again and again, “I love you. I choose you. It’s as simple as that.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he ducks his head and kisses you deeply, “I love you” He says against your lips, “Thank you for loving me enough to try and make my day better.”

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[mydeerfellow]

The Rubber Ball Of Uncontrollable Honesty

“I honestly wouldn’t fuck anyone in the room besides you! And maybe him!” Angel pointed at Husk, then Alastor.

“Really?” Both of them said at the same time, looking speculative and mortified in turn.

“And Vaggie but only if she had a strap—”

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“Fuck you especially.”

The room was overwhelmingly, awkwardly silent as everyone collectively looked up from the bags of Lucifer’s old shit they’d come across in one of the storage rooms in the basement. Alastor was the last to look up, and seemed shocked that he had even said anything.

“Uh… thanks?” Angel blinked, taken aback by the sudden hostility.

Alastor laughed nervously. “What? No! No, I just think you’re very strange and you make me incredibly uncomfortable! AHA! What the fuck?” He flailed and dropped the small rubber ball he had been messing with.

“Wow, that was… really, really honest, Alastor!” Charlie applauded awkwardly. “Um… I mean, maybe a little… abrupt…” She looked at Angel, who seemed torn between amusement and genuine surprise. “But! But, at least you were open, and… and you—”

“An’ he didn’t mean to say any of that shit. What the hell’s this thing, anyway?” Husk cut her off and stalked forward, eyeing the rubber ball on the floor. “You still feelin’ honest there, boss?” He looked at Alastor, who immediately pivoted to look away, but not before speaking: “Yooouuu— have enormous eyebrows!”

“You wanna fork it over now, or are we gonna wait for you to drop a bombshell?” Husk held out a hand, one brow raised, and for a moment it looked like Alastor might haul back and punch him. Then, he picked up the ball and put it squarely into Husk’s palm. “Ha ha! Now the curse is passed to you!”

“What kinda bullshit Curse Of The Mummy bullshit are you on right now? You can’t just pass it along to the next poor schmuck who tries to help! You know what? Fuck you. Figure it out your own fucking— ah well, shit.” Husk threw the ball at Angel, who caught it with a bit of a fumble.

“I honestly wouldn’t fuck anyone in the room besides you! And maybe him!” Angel pointed at Husk, then Alastor.

“Really?” Both of them said at the same time, looking speculative and mortified in turn.

“And Vaggie but only if she had a strap—”

“Gimme that, you dick.” Vaggie used a broom handle to knock the ball out of Angel’s hands and it rolled over to Niffty’s feet, who immediately held it above her head with a screech.

“Yes, dear?” Alastor patted her head as she wheezed excitedly.

“I would marry a bug if I could, just so I could stab him to death in his sleep and steal his money!”

The silence was overwhelming, and even Alastor looked somewhat put off by her… honesty. “Okay. That’s very disturbing and I think you could use some professional help.” He said at last. “Oh dear, it’s still working.”

“I got committment issues, so I’m never gonna actually fuck you.” Husk let Angel know, who nodded sagely. “That guy really fucked up my whole everything, honestly.” He pointed at Alastor, who raised his hands innocently.

“That’s okay, sex is more of a job anyway, let’s be real.”

“I wish I could stab a bad boy right now.” Niffty yelled.

“You know what, Niff? We’re gonna just… put a pin in that, okay?” Charlie laughed nervously and snatched the ball before anyone else could accidentally pick it up. “Sooo, anyway… I thought my mom got rid of this a long time ago. See, I had this kinda little lying issue when I was really little, so Dad made this!” She held it up and squinted at it. “It just makes you kinda wanna tell the truth. Or it used to, anyway. I think the spell got a little wonky, ‘cause I never… did what you guys are doing.” She looked over at Alastor and Husk, who were giving detailed descriptions of everything they didn’t like about each other while Angel offered background commentary on their personality flaws.

“If I had my time back I’d have drowned you in a washing machine when I had the chance!” Alastor said sweetly. “In fact, the only reason I don’t do that is because the dear, sweet child who runs this hotel would almost certainly be upset if I redecorated her foyer with—”

“That’s a fucking riot comin’ from a man who bends over backwards every time his floozy fuckin’ friend barks up your tree wantin’ a favor for dick-all!”

“At least I have a friend~”

“I got plenty of those, pal!”

Alastor pursed his lips, giving Angel a window of opportunity to jump in. “Aw, come on, maybe now’s not the time, huh? What’s the fun of a bitch fight when everybody’s gotta be stone-cold honest?” He held up his hands and smiled nervously, sidling between Alastor and Husk. “Nobody’s gonna come out on top, amirite? Come on, Charlie.” He waved at her behind his back and she jumped in valiantly.

“I think… we’re all probably going to say things we don’t really mean.”

“It’s a truth… ball… thing! Ain’t the point to be honest?” Husk spat, even as he backed off.

Charlie himmed and hawwed for a second. “Not really. Honesty’s kind of… hard. I don’t think it’s wrong to have a little bit of a… a… Vaggie, help. What am I saying?”

“Honesty’s got a lot of shades of gray. This shit just tries to make it black and white. I’m glad your Mom tossed it in here.” Vaggie covered Charlie’s hands, and the ball, with her own. “I think it’s probably better to just destroy it for good, though. Don’t you?”

The full body relaxation that Vaggie caused in Charlie was probably something that could be marketed and sold for a small fortune, just based on the broad smile on her face. Between their hands, the ball crumbled into dust.

“Well, I, for one, would fuck you any day of the week, and twice on Sunday!” Alastor exclaimed loudly, gesturing at Angel with both hands, who looked like he was seeing the sunrise for the first time. “Oh good, it worked!” He added after a pause, laughing uproariously at his own joke as he walked up the stairs. “I’ve got to go wash my brain with bleach, thank you all for this horrible experience!”

“What about once on Sunday?!” Angel yelled up after him, cackling when he was flipped off with both hands as the door slammed shut. “Ah, I’m wearing ‘em down. Just you wait.”

Husk shuddered and mock-gagged. “Maybe you should just stay down here an’ think about why you’re the way you are.” He patted Angel on the shoulder as he brushed past, following Alastor upstairs. “Niffty, don’t lick the dirt. You don’t know where’s it’s been.” He added, as Niffty was currently attempting to suction the truth ball dust off the unfinished floor.

“Cool, that’s my cue to skedaddle. C’mon, basket case, let’s go wash yer tongue before it falls off.” Angel picked up Niffty by the back of the shirt and tossed her up the stairs and into Husk’s arms like a football. “You two comin’ or what? Lezbehonest, this ain’t the most romantic setting, but you do you, babes.”

“Did you just— we’re holding hands, Angel!”

“Hey, whatever tickles yer pickle.” He swung the door shut behind him, and turned off the light for good measure, plunging them into darkness while they both yelled after him and scrambled blindly for the stairs.

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[aalyssah]

Disrespectful

Paring: Bubba Sawyer x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 916

Summary: You stick up for Bubba after he gets yelled at by his family.

A/N: Thought this was cute. Hope You Enjoy!

Bubba was a sensitive man.

Although he might look scary when he's chasing you with a chainsaw and trying to kill you, deep down, he's nothing, but a soft man.

You started to learn that when family members would yell at him. His Grandpa would yell at him for accidentally letting a victim get away, or for forgetting to do something around the house. It would end up with him sadly making his way to his room, crying.

You always felt bad when seeing how sad he looked, after getting yelled at by his own family and today was no different.

It started off with Nubbins 'being' a hitchhiker in the streets. He ended up getting this one girl, who had lots of money and even a dog. Suddenly the car mysteriously started to run out of gas, causing them to go to a gas station, which so coincidentally Chop Top owned.

Everything was going good, until it was time for the killing part. You were in the kitchen washing dishes, getting ready for mothers night of dinner. You don't wanna try human, but after convincing from the family, you tried and it wasn't as bad. You started eating it and now you look forward to the tasty meal of humans.

Screaming could be heard outside as men tried chasing her, but her dog got in the way. The house door opened making you turn around to see the girl. "HELP ME, HELP ME, PLEASE!" You felt bad, remembering how you were after seeing Grandpa Sawyer, begging for his help only to find out that he was part of it.

If it wasn't for Bubba, you wouldn't be living with them and wouldn't be dating Bubba. "Yeah? Do you need help?" You slowly walked over to her, pulling her into a hug. "Come in. I got you." The woman thought for a second that you were helping, until she saw Bubba with a chainsaw in hand. "You bitch!" The girl yelled, elbowing you in the eye.

Your hand flew to your face as you fell back on the table, breaking glass. You felt the glass stab into your body as you whimpered. Bubba's eyes grew wide as he dropped the chainsaw and came to your aid, not caring about the girl running away. Grandpa, Chop Top and Nubbins walked in, seeing you on the floor bleeding with Bubba holding you.

“Bubba! You got the girl?" Chop Top asked, getting his butcher knife, pots, and pans ready. He shook his head, helping you up. "What do you mean, 'No'?" Bubba made hand movements and pointed at the door. "You let her escape!?" Grandpa yelled, making you both jump.

“S-sir it wasn't his fault, it-" Nubbin cut you off. "So it was yours?! You're the reason why we don't have food for tonight?!" Nubbins yelled, getting in your face. Bubba stepped up, pushing you behind his back. "Oh so you're protecting her now?" Nubbins chuckled, shaking his head, walking back up to his room. Chop Top did the same, disappointed that he wasn't gonna get any food for the night.

She smelled so good and probably tasted good, but they would never know, considering she escaped.

Grandpa started pacing around the kitchen and dining room, showing that he was mad. "You let her get away! How could you let this happen?!" Bubba tried explaining, making hand gestures to the table and glass on the floor, but Grandpa wasn't believing it. "No, I don't wanna hear your excuses! And you!"

He pointed at you. “You are the reason why my boy can't do anything around here. You're always distracting him." You were taken back when Grandpa started yelling at you. He's never blamed you for any victims getting away. "Me? I didn't do anything!" You protested, putting your hands up in surrender.

"If you weren't here, you would've distracted Bubba and we could've had food to eat!" You weren't about to argue with this old man all because Bubba was doing something his Mom taught him to do. "And you Bubba, should be ashamed of yourself! Letting a woman get in the way of your food!”

“Now what are you gonna eat tonight? Air? You should've died instead of your grandmother!" The whimper that came out of Bubba's mouth was quiet as he felt tears come to his eyes.

Yeah, they've been in arguments before, but he's never brought up his Grandmother before. You weren't about to watch someone downgrade your man like that. "Look here you old man, just because you're old and can’t go out killing people like you use too, doesn’t mean you can yell at Bubba.”

“He’s trying to be a respectful man and help his woman out, so if you have problems with that, you can get Chop and Nubbins to do all the work!” You didn’t stick around to hear anything come out Grandpa’s, holding Bubba’s hand and going to his room.

He sat on his bed, hands in hair, slightly crying. “Baby, it’s okay.” You locked the door and took off your shirt and bra before going back to him. You gently took off his clothes and got in bed with him. Bubba loved skin to skin contact, scared that you were gonna leave him and especially after a harsh argument with someone.

You held his head against your chest, letting him listen to your heart beat and play with your boobs.

“Don’t listen to them, Bubba. They’re just disrespectful.”

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[arctrooper69]

Born for This

This is my gift for @starborncyare-deactivated202303 as a part of the @cloneficgiftexchange (which you should go and check out bc there are a TON of amazing fic authors).

Prompt: "Cyar'ika no." // "But it followed me back to camp!"

P.S. Sorry for posting so late tonight. I meant to post it earlier but life got in the way. Hope you like it though!

Holy crap I tagged the wrong person 😱😱😱 I'm so sorry!

Warnings: None?

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"Where in the kriffing galaxy have you be -" Kix stuttered, cutting himself off as you walked through the door holding what looked like a large bundle of towels. Whatever you were carrying barely fit in your arms. "Uh...what is that?"

Before you could respond, the bundle began to wiggle and two long angular ears popped out of the top.

Kix's look of concern flipped to one of disbelief in a matter of nanoseconds.

Oh Force, not again.

Jesse and Hardcase had brought him an injured tooka the week before and it had wrecked havoc in his med bay when it got loose. Kix desperately hoped this wouldn't be a repeat of that disaster.

Though, despite his initial worries, he had to smile. You did look awfully cute sporting that wide grin of yours. He loved how the tip of your nose crinkled when you were truly happy.

Kix took a step forward, curiously peering at the creature cocooned in your arms.

Oh. Kriff.

He almost wished it was a feral tooka.

He slid his hand down his face and took a deep breath as he stepped back. "Cyar'ika," he said evenly, keeping his voice as calm as he could muster. "Please tell me that isn't what I think it is."

You looked down as the creature in question poked his head out from beneath the towel, large yellow eyes curiously gazing around the room.

"This little guy?" You cooed at the large cub. He barely fit in your arms.

"Little!?" Kix almost yelled, shooting you an incredulous look. "That thing is a gundark and could very easily tear you apart!"

As if on cue, the cub let out a purring growl before yawning, displaying rows of razor sharp teeth.

You frowned. "His name is Tiny and I don't think he likes what you just said about him."

Kix pinched the bridge of his nose, not quite believing the scene before him.

"You named it!?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

"And....what made you decide to bring it here?"

The gundark whined, knocking his head against your shoulder, blinking up at you.

"He was wandering around just outside the base. I think there's something wrong with his paw. He was limping and I thought you could help him!"

"It is a gundark, cyar'ika. Please get it out of my med bay before it eats someone."

Your expression fell. "But he's hurt! He doesn't have a mom anymore! We have to keep him!"

"No. Absolutely not. Go outside. Put it down immediately and go wash your hands."

"But he followed me back to camp! I think he thinks I'm his mom now. Please at least just help me patch him up!"

Kix sighed. Part of him wanted to yell at you, tell you that the cub was dangerous, that it could seriously hurt you. Kix had seen brothers be torn to pieces by these creatures. He could still hear their screams as they were eaten alive. He wanted that danger as far away from you as possible.

On the other hand, the amount of compassion you displayed towards this injured animal was the same kindness he'd seen you show daily as you helped nurse his wounded brothers back to health. You were born for this - he saw it everyday. Watching you be so gentle towards such a bloodthirsty creature stirred something inside of him. You were strong, he knew that, and as much as he tried to keep you out of trouble, danger just followed along behind, but you faced it head on with such a genuine, loving thoughtfulness. It was part of who you were.

Maybe it was time to act on those feelings that had been growing stronger day by day.

Kix chuckled softly as his hand grazed your shoulder. He smiled warmly, latching onto that growing sparkle of dedicated excitement in your eyes.

"Alright, cyar'ika. Let's see what we're working with."

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

🦐 to recognize my post

Am I the asshole for asking my grandmother if I can move in with her?

This’ll be one of your classic reddit-style family dramas, I think. Back in late 2019 just before COVID, I (freshly 18 at the time) had run away from home with my mom and moved in with my best friend (R, 17 in 2019) and her (60s, deeply depressed) dad. Her dad and I were on good terms for a long time, but respectfully, he has a tendency to repress any issues he has with someone until they build into a bigger issue. Near toward November of 2020, he kicked me out on account of ‘not keeping a job and not doing anything around the house’ (I washed stagnant dishes often, took care of their several animals, and took out trash whenever I could, R and I think he was projecting his shitty roommates from when he was 20 onto me), so I needed a new place to move.

My own beloved father lives ten hours away, and offered for me to live with him. For months, I was preparing to pick up my entire life from the hometown I had lived in since I was 2 years old to move to a new state, and in the last month, I got cold feet and said I couldn’t make such a large change like that. My dad completely understood, and I went to look for a new place to stay, still living with R and her dad at this time.

During this period, I was getting closer with my grandmother on my mom’s side again. She was one of the few family members I felt comfortable with, and we often went to Panera for lunch dates to catch up on things. I won’t go super deep into why I’m so anxious about the rest of the family, because that would require an entire several page google document to explain (especially now that we’re actively banned from holidays).

It was around this time I asked my grandmother if I could move into one of her five or six spare rooms upstairs. My grandfather had died in the last couple of months, and I was confident that if she needed any help (she’s in her mid eighties) moving things upstairs or cleaning the house, I would be beyond glad to do it for her. She then hesitated and said it may be a better idea for me to move in with my dad after all (which was odd, because she hates my dad’s guts, as does the rest of my family), and I let it go after that. I didn’t push, I would just need to find a new place. 

Well, word got around, and she told my aunts and older cousins in passing. I don’t remember if I got sent anything in specific, but one of my aunts (mother’s older sister who I'm genuinely terrified of) absolutely fucking exploded on my (54 at the time) mom, giving her a several paragraph long shitstorm of a message saying she was a terrible mother for letting me take advantage of my grandmother, calling her horrible things, slurs, and insulting her wife, and it got back to me somehow. I was fucking shredded apart emotionally.

Since then, I have moved back in with my mother out of necessity and we have totally reconciled our relationship in the three or so years I’ve been home, and my entire mother’s side of the family- aside from my grandmother- has completely cut contact and don’t invite us to holidays anymore, for significantly more ridiculous reasons than me asking my grandmother what I did.

My mother’s side of the family ostracized her, myself, and my sister since my mother first married my dad 25ish years ago, and has just never treated her the same since, which explains some of the hostility (I want to specify, I’m confident that my mother did nothing outright wrong for this, my family is extremely far-right and EXTREMELY judgemental, and my mom bore unnecessary vitrol for everything she went through), but I need to know if I was actually the asshole for asking to move in with my grandmother, who even now still cares about me as family and lives alone. I could give less of a shit what my aunt thinks now (she lives an entire day’s drive away, in a different state as well), but I can’t help but shake the fear that I was actually taking advantage of her kindness or something of the sort. Was this a wrong thing to ask? Was this actually too much, and should I not have bothered?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[blackbeauty15]

summary; He thought you died but he found the women he loved with the sully children, and took her and spider with him. He's not losing you again.

hurt

next chapter

warning; bad writing. angst/hurt. eventual smut in later chapter

Miles stood wide-eyed looking down at his lover from the past, he thought she was dead. but no she was there in front of his face hissing back in hate and in fear for the navi children you were protecting .

Were they your kids ?

he wouldn't be surprised you were everything a man could want. but even after these years he could feel the ivy growing in his chest wrapping around his cold heart and squeezing it.

it's been weeks since you’ve been here. dreamwalkers coming in and asking you the same question ‘ where is jake sully?’ and every time you either hiss or say a smart ass remark in na’vi language.

the general knew you were his past lover and used this to her advantage. she thought maybe if you weren’t talking to anyone else or giving information about jake that miles would be the guy to pull it out of you.

he knew it was gonna be tense and it was , a lot actually.

It made him upset, acting like you don’t know him, like you didn't have an intimate relationship with him.

spider wasn’t any better when being interrogated he would always ask ‘ where is my momma? what are you doing to her?’ He was happy that spider saw her as his mom but hurt that he couldn’t be a part of it, he would never show it though.

snapping out of his thoughts he went to the room he kept you in. you were tucked in a ball in the corner like a scared cat. you hadn’t talked since he found you , well you hadn't been talking english. which made him even more irritated and upset.

slowly stepping into the room miles leaned on the metal table, his tail swaying behind him.

‘ Princess i know you're awake.’ he said smirking, he could see your ears turning to where he was sitting but not your body.

‘ kitten don’t you miss me? the fun we used to have ?’ he said while slowly walking to her.

y/n tensed and slowly raised her head from her knees looking in his eyes . she had not been close to the man she was with in 15 years, of course she missed him but she couldn’t help by feel betrayed by her mind, body and soul for wanting to touch him and wanting him to touch her.

while in thought Miles took advantage of this moment, grabbing her thighs and sliding her legs on the slide of his hips.

y/n hissed ‘ i miss nothing of you’ she said trying to kick her legs out of his grip but he was too strong. miles didn't like that , he didn’t really like what this world had done to you. you used to be submissive and now you wont listen to a damn thing he says.

Miles had enough, ‘ hey, cut that shit out and listen goddammit.’ his voice was stern, the same as you remembered, sending shivers down your spine.

hissing at him again you struggle even more, beating your hands against his chest trying to pull your body from his. ‘ i hate you’ you hissed out.

Miles grabs your wrist , ‘ I know you still know how to follow orders , I said stop goddammit!’

Miles realizes you're not the same person he used to hold, the same person he used to joke around with, you’re not his nerd anymore.he pushes you off of him making you fall on your back , feeling the cold floor.

he stands up quickly ‘ what is wrong with you huh?” pacing back and forwards, stopping when he got no answer.

‘ ANSWER’ he yelled from across the room.

‘ YOU LEFT US’ you yelled staring at him with tears and hurt in your eyes. lowering your head ‘you left us.’ now your voice was nothing but a whisper.

miles ears lowered and looked at the ground. ‘ well you betrayed me.’ he said with hate on the tip of his tounge.

‘ you left us, you didn't even care. you left spider , your own child. you where selfish thinking of no one but yourself. I raised him , I loved him , I fed and washed him. HE CRIES AT NIGHT THINKING ‘ WHY DID HE LEAVE US, WERE WE NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR HIM’. you shouted standings slowly from your spot and slowly walking to him.

‘ YOU BETRAYED ME. YOU LEFT WITH JAKE , YOU HELPED THOSE BLUE FUCKS. I DIDN'T PLAN TO DIE Y/N , I DIDN'T PLAN TO GET AN ARROW IN MY HEART Y/N.’ at this point it was a shouting match. Both navi’s breathing uneven , chests heaving up and down glaring at each other.

‘ you left us.’ you said regaining your breath looking at him with tears in your eyes.

‘i know’ he says he says sighing taking a step forward

‘you left him’

step

‘i know ‘

‘you left and it hurt’

step

‘ i know’

‘but yet you did it ‘

by his last step you guys were nose to nose.

he rests his head on top of yours slowly wrapping his hands around your waist , he notices you how you leaned into his chest with you cheek against him . he took a huge breath hoping that even though there is pain in this moment it could last forever.

‘ I know but i'm here now, ill make it up to you. i'll make it up to him. ill fix this .’ he said kissing your forehead a and rubbing your back letting you cry all the pain he caused you the last few years. he says with tears in his eyes burying his face in her braided hair.

‘ i hate you’

‘i know ’

@shelbythequeen

so what did you guys think ? should i write a second part ?

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[callsign-magnolia]

Undiagnosed // Ch. 6

Mature Content 18+

Jake Seresin x Neurodivergent OC

Summary: Katie Blair grew up trying to be the perfect daughter. She always struggled to be the prim and proper little girl her parents wanted. Big personality as a kid, but now at 25, she's the shy admiral's daughter who just keeps her head down and tries to get through law school. So what happens when she's had enough and with help from a certain Lieutenant, she gets out.

Warnings: Emotional abuse, trauma response, abusive parents.

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Chapter 5 | Masterlist

The house was quaint. It was a simple blue color with a concrete front porch, the white railing framing it and giving it the perfect American dream look. He parked next to a small white SUV in the driveway, throwing the truck in park. I stared at the house, feeling frozen in my seat until the door opened. "C'mon, let's get you inside." He said, holding out his hand for me. I gently slipped my hand in his, getting out of the truck as he closed the door. His hand rested on my lower back as he guided me to the door. He swung the door open, guiding me inside before closing and locking it. 

The lock made me nervous but then he smiled at me and I felt better. He walked into the living room and I slowly followed. "Babe?" He yelled out as I looked around the house, it looked bare, almost as if he was never here. "Oh hey." A soft voice said, making me look towards the kitchen. "Kelly, you remember Katie." Jake said, motioning over to me. "Yeah, I do." She gave me a small smile as she walked over to Jake. "Can I talk to you?" She asked him and he nodded. "Feel free to sit on the couch and relax." He said and I nodded as they went into the kitchen. I took notice of the sectional and the large flat screen mounted above the fireplace. I opted to sit on the edge of the couch, setting my purse next to me as I crossed my legs, resting my hands on my knees. 

My legs bounced wildly as I picked at my nails. I knew the conversation was about me. I'd be stupid to think otherwise. I have a feeling Kelly isn't my biggest fan, and I wouldn't blame her. She saw me come out of a room with her boyfriend and it looked bad. I don't know what their conversation was after that, but I'm sure it was a tense one. I wasn't sure how long I was sitting there but a hand on my shoulder scared me, making me jump off the couch. "Just me." Kelly said as I turned to her. "Sorry. It's a reaction." She gave me a small smile. "Jake said you're in a bit of trouble." I nodded. "Well he went to shower and change. I'm cooking dinner if you want to join me." I nodded, following her. "Oh, here." She gently took my bag, hanging it on a hook in the foyer next to another bag. "That's where I hang mine. No point in carrying it all over the house." I nodded and followed her into the kitchen. "I hope you like Italian. I'm making tuscan chicken pasta." I nodded, sitting at the island. "I love it."

I watched as she cooked and felt weird. Any time Mom cooked, I was required to help. "Do you need any help?" She looked back at me. "You cook?" I nodded. "I've spent a lot of time in the kitchen." She nodded. "Cut the tomato?" I nodded, grabbing a cutting board from the counter and a knife from the knife block. We quietly got dinner together and I felt awkward. Jake invited me to live with him and now I'm standing in the kitchen with his girlfriend who I can't tell if she likes me or not. I finished the tomato and handed it to her before going to the sink to wash the knife. “Hey baby.” Jake’s voice was deep. I turned to see him with his arms wrapped around Kelly’s waist. I turned back around, a blush creeping up my cheeks. I felt like I intruded on a moment and I didn’t want them to know I saw that. 

“You okay?” Jake asked, coming to stand next to me. “Yeah.” He raised a brow at me. “You sure?” I nodded. “Positive.” After that I just stood in the corner of the counters, staying out of the way. “Can I get in the cabinet behind you?” Kelly asked and I rushed out of the way. “I’m so sorry! Next time just shove me out of the way.” She gave me a small smile. “I wouldn’t do that. Mind help me set the table?” I nodded and she handed me the plates as she got the silverware. I set the plates down, mine a little farther down. “Why’d you set that one there?” I wanted to shrink in on myself. “I kind of feel like I’m intruding. Figured I’d give you two some space.” She smiled at me, sliding it closer to the end of the table. “You’re not intruding. You were invited.” She said before disappearing into the kitchen. I stared at the table, seeing one at the head and one on either side. It reminded me of the way my mother sets the table, it felt right. “Let’s eat.” Jake said, carrying in the bowl of pasta while Kelly had the basket of bread. Jake set the food down and turned to me. “What do you want to drink?” He asked. “Uh, water.” He turned but I stopped him. “I can get it.” He turned back to me, large hands landing on my shoulders, making me wince. “Sorry.” He said, easing his grip. 

He pulled out a chair, pushing me gently to sit in the chair. He disappeared into the kitchen as Kelly sat across from me. Soon he came back, setting a glass in front of me before sitting at the head of the table between Kelly and I. “You want some?” He asked. “Uh, you go ahead and get some.” I said. I was always used to getting my food last, so it feels weird getting it first. He nodded, getting himself some and then Kelly before I grabbed some. They started a conversation which I blocked out, not wanting them to think I was eavesdropping. “Katie?” My head snapped up from my plate, looking at Kelly wide eyed. “Jake tells me you’re in law school. Have you figured out a specialty?” I nodded. “Medical law.” She nodded. “I thought you said that’s what your parents wanted you to do?” Jake said and my face fell. “Um yeah. It is.” I said. “So why would you do it if it’s not what you want to do?” Kelly asked. I stared down at my plate, shifting my food around not knowing what to say. ‘I don’t know how to do anything for myself.’ I couldn’t say that. Tears sprung to my eyes and I took a deep breath. “May I be excused?” I asked calmly. “Uh, yeah. Why?” Jake replied, a single eyebrow raised. I didn’t answer, just getting up and walking down the hallway towards the bathroom. 

I shut the door, locking it as I leaned on the counter. Bile rose in my throat and I took deep breaths in hopes I could fight it, but I couldn’t. I leaned over the toilet, retching up everything I had in my system, which was basically nothing since I hadn’t eaten today. Once I was done I stood, staring at myself in the mirror. Mascara ran down my face as I sniffled. I turned on the water, wiping away the streaks on my face. I wish I had makeup wipes or something to just clean myself off. A knock startled me as I turned off the water. “Katie?” It was Kelly. “I’m fine.” I said. It took a second before she responded. “Okay. You’ll let us know if you need anything?” I nodded. “Yeah.” It was a quiet response and I heard her walk away. I took a few deep breaths, sliding down the wall as more tears fell. How could I think this was a good idea? I didn’t know how to be a functioning adult. What made me think I could just walk away from everything I knew and just start a new life? My thoughts plagued me for a while and I questioned going back out there but soon there was another knock on the door. “Katie. Open the door, please..” I sighed and stood, opening the door. I looked at Kelly through teary eyes and she gave me a small smile before stepping into the bathroom. “What happened?” I shook my head, leaning against the wall. “I was just overwhelmed. I’m not used to all this.” She looked at me confused. “What do you mean ‘all this’?” I bit my lip, holding back more tears.

“I don’t know how to do anything for myself.” It was a whisper but her face fell. “Oh, Katie. I’m sure you can do things for yourself. I mean, you decided this. You decided to leave, and now you’re here with us.” I scoffed. “I don’t hardly know how to speak if I’m not spoken to first.” She gave me a small smile, opting to sit next to me on the floor as I slid down the wall. “We’ll change that. It’s going to take time to unlearn everything, but we’ll figure it out. Jake didn’t give me any details. He just said your parents weren’t good people and you needed somewhere to go.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and she smiled at me. “I know it seems hard, but we’re all here. I know that you know if you need someone you can go to Jake, Natasha or Bradley. But you can come to me too, Katie.” I nodded, soothing myself slowly. “I’m sorry for interrupting dinner.” She shook her head. “You have nothing to apologize for. If you’re still hungry, foods still on the table.” I nodded and she stood before helping me off the floor. I followed her back to the dining room and sat back down in my seat. Jake was gone but the food was still on the table. I ate as Kelly grabbed her plate going back to the kitchen. After a minute Jake came out and gave me a small smile. “Everything okay?” He asked, sitting next to me again. “It is. I just got super overwhelmed all of a sudden.” He smiled at me before Kelly joined us and they spoke to me while I ate.

After dinner Jake cleaned the kitchen after Kelly went home but not before stopping me. “Hey, if you need me you can have Jake call me. Once you get a new phone I’ll put my number in there for you.” I nodded before she squeezed my hand, leaving for her house. While Jake finished in the kitchen I went upstairs to look at my room. It had a single dresser and a bed. It wasn’t much and it felt weird to be in a room that’s mine, but it’s not ‘mine’. I heard soft footsteps behind me and turned to find Jake with some clothes in his hands. “I grabbed some of Kelly’s clothes that she keeps here. I’m not sure if it'll fit though.” I took the clothes from him, looking at them. “You can shower if you want.” I shook my head. “I’m super tired. So I think I’m just going to change and go to bed.” He nodded before grabbing the door. “I’m gonna close this, if you need me my room is at the end of the hallway.” I nodded. 

I slipped on the clothes, finding that the shorts fit, but the top did not. It was way too small. So I slipped my dress back on and walked down the hallway. His bedroom door was open, and he was laid back in bed flipping through tv channels. “You okay?” I bit my lip, not sure how to tell him. But it was like he read my mind. “Did the clothes fit?” He asked and I shook my head. “I mean, the shorts did. But the shirt was too small.” He got up, getting into his dresser and pulling out a white shirt and tossed it to me. “Try that.” He said as he crawled back in bed. “Thank you.” I squeaked before going down the hallway. I knew I got on his nerves, otherwise he wouldn’t have tossed the shirt at me. I slipped the shirt on once I got back to my room and looked down at it. It was an old Top Gun shirt and it came down to the tops of my thighs. A blush flooded my cheeks as I looked at the shirt, realizing it belonged to Jake. I set my dress on the dresser and walked over to the bed, pulling the covers down and crawling in it. I was about to lay back but a knock on the door startled me. “Come in.” I said quietly and the door opened. “The shirt work?” He asked, looking at me as he leaned on the doorframe. I nodded, messing with the hem of it. “It did.” He nodded, giving me a small smile. “Well I do have work in the morning, so I’m going to bed. I usually get up around four and go for a run so I’ll be quiet and try not to wake you.” I nodded. “Feel free to help yourself to anything in the fridge and really anything in the house. We can go get you some clothes when I get off work tomorrow.” I just nodded and he smiled at me. “Night, darlin’.” 

“Goodnight.” With that he gently closed the door and once again I was left alone in the dark room. I looked out the window seeing the moon and stars, the only thing illuminating the room. I pulled my knees up to my chest, leaning back on the wall. I sat in the silence, the thoughts in my head louder than ever. My parents are either at home, celebrating me being gone, or they’re pissed and searching for me. I turned my attention to the covers, white just like the ones I had in my room back home. ‘Home’ for a place that felt like a living hell. It was also the only place I could ever consider home. Being here, in Jake’s house, it felt wrong. Like I wasn’t supposed to be here. In all actuality, Jake probably felt sorry for me and felt like he had to offer me a place to stay. One thing I learned growing up, is people don’t just do nice things without expecting something in return. What would Jake expect from me? I thought about it. Maybe he wanted someone who would keep his place clean while he was at work. For the most part that’s what my mom did. She didn’t work. She was basically a glorified house cleaner who got expensive jewelry and designer clothing. 

I didn’t want to be like my mother. She ruined me, I know she did but it was so weird to have someone be nice to me. I was used to cruel words and being forced to do things I didn’t want to do. But I like to think it was making me a stronger person. I don’t know where to go from here. Do I stay here for a while or do I find something else to do with my life? At least with my parents I knew what each day held. School, studying on base, making dinner. The unknown was terrifying and the thought of it had tears running down my face. What if my parents wanted to find me? They never seemed to care about anything other than their image and a run away daughter would not be a good look. I looked down at the shirt, rubbing the soft material between my fingers. I felt restless and decided to get up. I looked at the empty walls in the hallway before making my way downstairs. I went into the kitchen, grabbing a cup from the cabinet and getting some water. As I did I took notice of the kitchen. It looked like Kelly did most of the stuff in here. You could tell it had a feminine touch. As I looked around, my eyes wandered to the living room. There was a table I hadn’t paid attention to. It held a few awards as well as pictures. There was one of him and Bradley shaking hands, one with his team and a few others, including one in his dress blues. I remember every time my dad added a new award to the mantle, there used to be an abundance of pictures up there, but over the years those have dwindled away only to be replaced with awards only. I saw a few that my dad also had, it made me think that if Jake never apologized my dad might try to get me to go out with him. 

Then a thought crossed my mind. What if my parents found out I’m with Jake? My father would ruin him in more ways than one. The thought hit me like a runaway train. You'll ruin his career, Katie. You'll ruin his life. He could lose everything. His job, his house, his truck. Literally everything if my father wanted to make that happen. I walked into the kitchen and looked at the clock, seeing it said one-thirty. I’ve been up for hours, letting my thoughts eat me alive. I decided to go back upstairs and into my room. As I walked in, I looked at my dress, neatly folded on the dresser. If my father ruined Jake, he would surely hand me back over to my parents. He would blame me for everything and in turn, Bradley and Natasha might feel the same way. Was my freedom really worth losing the few friends I had? It wasn’t. I rushed to the dresser quietly, pulling off the clothes Jake gave me and slipping my dress back on. I knew Jake would be mad at me for leaving, but he would understand once I told him why. I couldn't let him lose everything because of me. I went to walk out the door, but turned back to the bed, deciding to make it so he wouldn't have to clean up after me and I left the clothes neatly folded on the bed. I grabbed my shoes and my bag, quietly going downstairs and into the kitchen where I found a notepad. I wrote him a note explaining everything and that I appreciated what he did for me. With tears in my eyes I quietly opened his front door, reaching in and locking the bottom lock before closing it. There was no going back now. I couldn't change my mind. I walked off his front step, opting to carry my heels versus walking in them. 

Jake’s little neighborhood was off a main road, one that I was very familiar with so finding my way home was easy but it would be easier if I had my glasses. It just took me an hour to get there and once I reached my neighborhood, I cursed my parents for buying a house on a hill. I stopped a few feet away from the driveway, seeing the living room lights were still on, which was odd since my father was a stickler for leaving lights on. My car was backed into the driveway so I knew they picked it up and brought it home. I slowly walked up the walkway towards the door, hoping that by some crazy coincidence the door was unlocked and I wouldn't have to knock. I grabbed the door handle and a shadow passed by the large picture window in front of the house, the curtains only producing a silhouette but I knew from the height it was my mother. I gently and slowly twisted the door handle and found it locked. Tears sprung to my eyes realizing I would have to knock but I didn't have a choice. I couldn't go back to Jake's and I had nowhere else to go. Who knows if my parents even want me back?

I swallowed the lump in my throat and gently knocked on the door. Within seconds I heard rushed footsteps and the door swung open to reveal my mother. Her hair was a wreck and her face was pale and splotchy as if she'd been crying. "Katie!" She screamed, yanking me into her arms. I was startled by the hug, it wasn't something my mother did with the exception of one or two times. She pulled me inside and shut the door. "Honey! Katie's home! Our Katie came back!" She yelled up the stairs as tears fell from her eyes. "Oh thank God!" She yelled, hugging me again. Thunderous footsteps caused me to launch myself out of her arms, slamming my back into the wall as my father rushed towards me. Without saying a word he pulled me into his arms, squeezing me tightly as his shoulders shook. "Why did you leave?" He was crying. "You've had us scared to death! Not knowing where you were. Why did you leave?" The sadness in his voice was clear as day. I immediately felt bad, knowing that I worried them. "I was upset and thought I could make it on my own." I answered.

"Katie, sweetie. We've told you before, you can't make it without us." Mom said, squeezing my hand as my dad held me. "I know. I know that now." She smiled at me all teary eyed. "You hungry?" I nodded. "A little." She grabbed my hand, gently pulling me into the kitchen and having me sit down at the table, my dad across from me. "Where did you go?" He asked and I froze. "I um, just walked. But then it got late and I realized I had nowhere to sleep." He nodded, sitting back in his chair. "Guess I really can't make it on my own." Mom agreed as she set a bowl in front of me. It had what looked like rice, chicken and vegetables in it. "I told you." Mom said quietly as she sat down next to my dad. "The world is harsh and cruel, keeping you here keeps you safe and we can set you up for an easy life. That's why we put you in Law school." I nodded as I ate some of the food. "I know." They were acting out of character, but maybe my leaving made them realize that they actually do care about me and that the way they treat me isn't right. 

Once I was done eating mom washed the bowl and I went upstairs and put my pajamas on. I looked at where my fish tank was, the broken glass a clear reminder of what happened. A body in my doorway startled me, my dad towering over everything. "I uh… I should apologize about the fish tank and your glasses. My temper got the best of me." So many alarms were ringing in my head. My dad has never apologized to anyone, especially me. "We haven't been the best parents to you over the years, but you leaving made us realize that." He said and mom walked in, stepping by him and sitting next to me on the bed. "But that changes starting now." Mom took my hand, making me flinch but she just smiled and held my hand in both of hers. "We're so sorry for everything we've done to you. Can you ever forgive us?" Tears were streaming down her cheeks and I looked between her and my dad, deciding to be honest with them. "It'll take some time, and effort. But I'm willing to try." She smiled, standing up and leaning over to kiss my cheek.

"We love you." My dad came over and kissed my forehead before they walked towards the door. "Sweet dreams." Mom said before she shut the door. It was dark in my room, but I was comfortable here. At least, as comfortable as I can be after all that. They were acting differently, but they really seemed to want to try and do better, and maybe by giving them the opportunity, our relationship would be better. Tomorrow morning, when I get up, I’ll see if they would agree to some boundaries, something to give me just a little more freedom. A small smile settled on my face as I laid back in my bed, pulling my covers up. When I get up in the morning, I'll ask for my phone and text Jake and tell him everything. He'll be happy to know my parents are trying to be better. With that thought, I slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of how much better my life would be. 

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I sat up in bed when my alarm went off, quickly turning it off so it wouldn't wake Katie. I quietly got up, putting on some shorts and lacing up my shoes before quietly heading downstairs. I stopped at the guest room door, seeing it was open when I know I closed it last night. Maybe she opened the door? I leaned in to look and make sure Katie was still asleep and my heart fell when I saw the bed. It was empty and made up. The clothes I loaned her were neatly folded at the end of the bed. My head snapped to the dresser seeing her dress was gone and her heels weren’t on the floor anymore I rushed over, yanking open the drawers in hopes she just put her dress in there but all of them were empty. “Katie?” I yelled, rushing downstairs in hopes she was down there. “Katie!” I yelled realizing she wasn’t in the living room. I rushed into the kitchen, nothing. But then I saw the note. 

Jake, 

Thank you for everything you’ve done. But I don’t know what I was thinking. It was the heat of the moment and I was so angry with my parents. You presented me with an opportunity and I took it and I am so grateful for that. But sitting alone in the dark, my thoughts raced and I realized something. If my dad found out I was with you, he’d ruin you. You’d lose everything Jake and I couldn’t live with myself knowing I was the reason you were in ruins and lost anything, especially your career. You worked hard to get where you are, and I’m not worth losing that over. So I decided to go back home. I know you’re going to be angry with me for a while, but I couldn’t cost you everything and have you hate me for the rest of your life. I’d rather you be mad at me for a while and still be a friend. I’ll see you on base, Jake. I’ll text you in the morning to let you know I made it home.

Love, Katie

“No. No.” I ripped up the note, rushing for the front door to see the deadbolt was unlocked, but the knob itself was. She walked out of the house and made sure the door was locked. I threw the door open stepping outside in hopes she got up just minutes before me but the streets were empty and it was still dark. She walked the whole way home. There was no way she took a car, she didn’t have a phone to get an uber or a lyft. “Oh my god.” My fingers went through my hair, stress pumping through my veins. God knows what her parents did to her when she got home, if she even made it home. I rushed back inside, calling Rooster as I paced around my living room. “What’s wrong? You never call me this early.” “Katie’s gone.” I blurted out. “Katie? She’s probably in that hell hole at her parent’s house. What do you mean she’s gone?” I bit my lip, realizing I never told him or Phoenix. “Yesterday, she was really upset and she wanted out. So I offered for her to stay here.” I heard rustling on the other end. “Are you telling me that Katie stayed at your house last night?” I nodded. “She said she wanted to go, so we rushed out through the hangar and she got in the truck and we just drove off base.” 

“Holy shit.” “Rooster, I put her to bed in the guest room and I woke up and she’s gone. The clothes I gave her were folded up, her dress and shoes were gone and I have a note sitting here on my counter that says she went back to her parents.” I slid down the wall, my head falling back against it. “Rooster man. What if she didn’t even make it home? She left in the dark and walked. What if she never made it?” The thought of her not making it home scared me because there were a million other things that could’ve happened. “Okay, here’s what you’re going to do. Go about your day normally. When it comes time for her to show up on base, we’ll see if she shows up. If not, we’ll go from there but if she does then we know she’s okay.” I scoffed. “You want me to wait ten hours before doing anything?” It was harsh, but I couldn’t wait that long. “If we do anything beforehand, it shows that you know she was gone and Commander Blair will know you had something to do with her leaving. If he ties you up in anything, you can’t help her.” I knew he was right, I knew he was. But I wanted so badly to go to her parents house and kick the door in. “Okay. Okay. But Rooster, if she doesn’t show up-” “We’ll figure out a plan.” I nodded. “Just go on your run and get ready for work.” He said and I sighed, getting up. “Okay, I’ll see you later.” I said before hanging up, walking out my front door. 

The day dragged by and I only wanted to be in the air to pass the time, but of course I had to be in the hangar for a while. I kept checking my phone, for the time and Katie’s text. She never texted me this morning like she said she would. Phoenix and Kelly are both trying to reassure me that she just forgot but something isn’t sitting right with me. Around the time she would arrive, Phoenix and Rooster followed me to the rec room and my face fell when I didn’t see her. “Maybe she got tied up in her dad’s office.” Rooster said and we all agreed to sit on the couch and wait. We had plenty of time. After about ten minutes Coop and Blake appeared in the doorway, shaking Commander Blair’s hand with a smile. Finally they turned and walked into the room. “It was only a matter of time.” Coop said with a smirk. “What are you two assholes smirking about?” Natasha asked. “Finally got rid of that bitch Katie.” Coop said and I stood, glaring at him. “What did you say?” Rooster stood as well, placing a hand on my shoulder. “She’s no longer allowed on base. Apparently you three were too much of a distraction for her. I mean, I’ll miss giving her a hard time but it’ll be nice to finally have peace and quiet.” 

“You call what you did a hard time?” He gave me that annoying smirk and I wanted to punch it off his face. “Not my fault she couldn’t take a joke.” I pulled my fist back until a smaller hand caught my arm. “Hangman!” Phoenix’s voice stopped me and I turned to see she was the one holding my arm. “He’s not worth it.” I glared at him, knowing she was right. But I still wanted to hurt him. "Let's go. Mav has some paperwork for us." They hauled me out of the room and I yanked myself free. "What the hell kind of paperwork does Maverick have for us?" I asked and Rooster laughed. "He doesn't. We just had to get you out of there." I scoffed, following them towards the hangar. "So what do we do now?" I asked. "We figure out what the hell happened to Katie. It's not unlikely that Commander Blair barred her from base,  but I want to find out for myself." Phoenix said. "It's not gonna be easy." Rooster responded and I sighed. "No one said it would be."

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I woke up to the sun shining in through my window, blinding me as I opened my eyes. I hate that my room caught the morning sun. I closed my eyes, rolling onto my back as I took a deep breath. Everything would change today and my relationship with my parents would be better. I laid there in the silence until a loud whirring outside my door startled me. I shot up in my bed, looking at my door as my heart thudded in my chest. I slowly got up when the noise stopped and I made my way to the door, pressing my ear to it. The noise started again and I jumped back. I grabbed the door handle, attempting to twist it and it didn't move. I looked down and noticed the lock that was usually on my door handle was no longer there. 

I yanked on the handle, hoping to pull it open but I stopped when there was a click and it opened slightly. I could see my dad’s face on the other side and he glared at me, but what caught my attention even more was the silver chain crossing in front of his face. "Daddy? What are you doing?" I asked. "Making sure you never leave this room again." He said before slamming the door and locking it from the outside. "No!" I grabbed the handle but it wouldn't budge. "Why are you doing this?" I asked as I cried, the tears immediately coating my cheeks. "Because if we can't control you, you give us no choice than to keep you here. I will not let you ruin this family!" He yelled and I rested my forehead on the door. "What about last night?" I asked. It was quiet for a moment before the lock clicked and the chain moved. 

My mother quickly walked in as I sat up, her back resting against the door. "You are an ungrateful little shit. Do you really think we meant anything we said last night? If we hadn't acted the way we did, you would've tried to leave again. It was easier to get you up here and get the lock on while you were asleep." I furrowed my brows. "How did you know I'd come home?" She just laughed. "You can't survive without your father or I. I knew you'd be back, it would only be a matter of time." I was growing angry. At my mother for doing this, at myself for allowing it. "You're a royal bitch." I snapped. Her hand shot out, smacking me in the face. I should be used to it by now but it still caught me off guard. 

"I'm done with the disrespect! This is why we're locking you in here! Because you're an awful daughter! We can't deal with you anymore, but we won't let you ruin this family!" She yelled before grabbing the door handle. "Have fun staring at the same four walls for the rest of your life." I jumped up and she shut the door, locking it and putting the chain on. I pulled on the handle, hoping it would open. I started to panic, knowing she would make good on her words. I would spend my life in here if she thought that was right. "LET ME OUT!" I screamed, pounding on the door, hoping somehow I would knock it down. "You can't keep me in here!" I sobbed. I finally stopped beating on the door when my hands started to bleed. "Let me out. Please, let me out!" I cried as I slid down the door. "You can't do this to me! Let me out!"

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watermelon sugar

pairing: trevor zegras x fem!reader

warnings: profanity i think?

summary: trevor agrees to be your fake boyfriend to a wedding

a/n: my eyes are wanting to close, but i wanted to get this out there

series masterlist: here

breathe me in, breathe me out / baby you’re the end of june / getting washed away in you

you could be so stupid sometimes. what were you thinking telling your mom that you had a boyfriend to attend your cousin’s wedding with you? the closest thing you had to a boyfriend was the poster of henry cavill in your room. where were you going to even find someone in three weeks to accompany you? a lightbulb goes off and you grab your phone, holding it up to your ear and listening to the ringing.

“y/n?”

“trevor, hey. i need a favor”

trevor zegras. one of america’s most prized hockey players. and one of your closest friends. now, when trevor got the call that you needed a favor, he could only wonder what. you were independent and hardly asked for anything, so he couldn’t help but let his mind wander.

you’re engulfed in a hug when you open the door of your apartment for trevor. he breezes past you and takes a seat on your couch.

“so what’s this favor that couldn’t be asked over the phone?” you take a seat on the recliner adjacent to him and clasp your hands together.

“i need you to be my fake boyfriend.” his eyes slightly widen and he points to himself.

“me?” you nod “but why?” you let out a sigh and rest your head in your hands.

“my cousin is getting married and like a dumbass, i told my mother i had a boyfriend and, well.” you wave your hands around and he pieces it together.

“you don’t actually have a boyfriend and want me to be your fake boyfriend.” he finishes and you nod

“pretty much. look, i’ll pay you if i-” trevor cuts you off.

“i’ll do it.” his eyes meet yours and your surprised to say the least.

“you will?” he nods

“i don’t see why not. your family already knows me, so it’d be more believable. and don’t worry about paying me.” you let out a sigh of relief and get up, giving him another hug. he laughs and hugs you back, rubbing your back.

“thank you so much, trevor. i promise i’ll do whatever i can to make this up to you afterwards.” you pull apart from him and look at him with a smile and trevor knew right then that he was fucked.

see, he’s had a thing for you since jamie introduced the two of you to one another two years ago, and he’s been shoving his crush to the side. but you know what they say? what goes up must come down, and vice versa. and he knew the more he shoved it aside, the more it’d come to bite him in the ass later. what god did he piss off to be put in this position?

yeah, he was internally celebrating that he gets to be your boyfriend, fake or not, but you were the greatest thing to happen to him and he was afraid to let his feelings get the best of him.

“woah, z. i can practically see the gears turning in your head.” you softly laugh and place a hand on his shoulder. your expression then turns serious. “we just gotta sell it, okay? you were in an episode of mighty ducks, you know how to act. and i’ll be there with you every step of the way.” he nods

he knew he could sell it, being your fake boyfriend that is. he would be the best damn fake boyfriend there was. he was afraid he’d like the act too much. he liked to think that his feelings for you were like autopilot and he had no control over them.

“when’s the wedding? and what color is your dress?” you’re a bit taken back by his eagerness but that just eases your nerves.

“the wedding is three weeks away and my dress is a light blue. i figured sínce he’s getting married at the beach, the blue would be great.” trevor nods, making a mental note.

it was finally time for your cousin’s wedding and you felt really good about what was to come.

trevor parks his car somewhere and the two of you get out, him rounding the car to come to your side. he extends a hand to you and you give him a smile, exhaling and taking his hand in yours.

“everything’s gonna be okay. we got this.” trevor nudged your shoulder with his and you looked up at him to see him looking down at you. you nod and the two of you begin your walk to where everyone was. you take your seats and talk quietly amongst yourselves while you wait.

the wedding was beautiful and your cousin cried when his bride came down the aisle. you think you even saw trevor tear up a bit. reception time, your favorite part.

“god, these heels are killing my feet.” next thing you know, trevor’s scooping you up in his arms bridal style (sorry for the wedding jokes) and you let out a loud howl of laughter.

“trevor what are you doing?” he’s laughing and he looks down at you, smiling.

“carrying you because your feet hurt.” he says in a “duh” tone. he walks over to where the reception was being held since it was at the same place, and you rest your head on his chest.

“i could nap right now.” trevor laughs

“i’m glad someone’s comfortable.” you nod against his chest

“with you? always.” trevor hopes you can’t hear his heart rapidly beating. did you not know how big of a crush he had on you? because according to jamie, it was as clear as day.

he then gets to the little venue that was all decorated for the newlyweds and sets you back down on the ground. he takes your hand in his and the two of you walk through the doors.

“y/n! there you are!” your mother’s voice was the first thing you heard when you entered and you wanted to turn back around and go home already. trevor squeezes your hand and you remind yourself to thank him profusely later.

“mother, what a surprise.” she gives you a fake smile and gives you a hug.

“i can’t miss my nephew’s wedding.” she laughs in a mocking way. she then looks at trevor and then back at you.

“who’s this?” she eyes him up and down and you can sense trevor’s discomfort. you grab his hand and squeeze it, returning his favor from a few seconds ago.

“mother, this is my boyfriend trevor.” she gasps

“i didn’t think you were telling the truth when you said you had a date for the wedding.” she laughs and you feel embarrassed to say the least. trevor coughs and sticks out his hand.

“nice to meet you.” he gives her a fake smile that you’ve learned he uses when he doesn’t like someone.

“oh the pleasure’s all mine.” she shakes his hand and then excuses herself, without a doubt going to talk to your aunts. you exhale when she’s gone and trevor turns you to face him.

“hey, look at me.” when you do, he smiles. “there she is. don’t pay her any attention okay?” you nod and he pulls you into him, placing a kiss atop your head.

“now let’s go find our seats. you said something about those heels hurting?” you nod and trevor takes your hand, leading you to a table. trevor pulls out your chair for you, pushing you in slightly. however, he doesn’t take a seat, instead squatting on the ground.

“what’re you doing?” you ask and he pats his leg

“give me your foot.” you furrow your brows and do as told and he starts to undo the strap on your left heel, taking the shoe off. he does the same for the other heel and sets the shoes beside him, finally taking his seat.

“that better?” you give him a soft smile and nod and trevor swears he’s putty in your hands at your smile. the two of you converse as you wait for everyone to arrive. lucky you, your mom is seated at your table.

after everyone said their speeches and people she’s their tears, it was time for food.

“so, y/n, how did you manage to snag someone like trevor?” your mom asks and your face heats up. you feel tears prick at your eyes slightly and then trevor starts talking.

“i think what you mean is how did i manage to snag someone like y/n.” he gives another fake smile in her direction and she lets out a laugh.

“your daughter is an incredible person—woman at that—and everyday i feel like the luckiest man on earth for simply being with her. i don’t even know why she picked me. she has the beauty that would make any guy look in her direction, yet i’m the lucky one to call her mine. i don’t know what i’d do without her.” you felt like you were going to cry at his words. nobody has ever said anything that nice about you, or stood up to your mother for you.

suddenly, can’t help falling in love by elvis came on and you gasped, standing up.

“come dance with me.” you grab his hand and he takes it, smiling and joining you on the dance floor. trevor rests his hands on your waist and your arms wrap around his neck. your head rests on his chest as the two of you sway back and forth.

“thank you, by the way.” he hums

“for what?”

“what you said to my mom back there.”

“it’s true.” you’re a bit confused and look up at him.

“what do you mean it’s true?” it was now or never

“y/n, how do you not see it? i’m so in love with you. have been since the minute jamie introduced us.”

you’d always heard the bad sides of love. how it’s this anchor that weighs you down. that it’s some sort of burden that only holds you back from living your life. you’d been conditioned by your mother all your life to believe that.

what she didn’t tell you, though? love has good sides. love is the little things. it’s feeling like you can breathe again. it’s seeing them in things everywhere you go. it’s even as simple as them taking your heels off for you.

you cup trevor’s face in your hands and connect your lips together. he melts into the kiss and pulls you closer to him. when you both pull apart, you meet his eyes and he gives you a smile.

“if i died right now, i’d die a happy man.” you both laugh and you give him a peck on the lips.

you weren’t one to be vulnerable, but the truth? love is infectious and it’s great. it was like the end of june, when summer’s just getting started and you have all this adrenaline to do whatever comes to mind.

trevor was just that, for you. you don’t know if you could ever go without him.

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love her madly

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warnings- smut 18+, fluff, oral (m receiving), daddy kink, spitting, name calling aka degrading, dacryphilia

inspired by love her madly- the doors

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“i got it.” i call out as patrick knocks on the door. “hi.” i smile and open it to see him smiling there. “hey.” he smiles back, softly kissing the side of my lips. “you’re early.” i point out, inviting him in. “wanna make a good impression.” he responds.

“okay, dad.” i call out, pulling him deeper into the house. i drag him into the living room to where my dad sits, watching tv. “yeah- oh.” he says, looking at us.

“this is patrick, my boyfriend.” i smile. “nice to meet you, sir.” he reaches to shake his hand. my dad shakes it and looks him up and down before letting go.

eventually i pull him away and into the kitchen where my mom is finishing up. “who’s this?” my mom smiles. “patrick, my boyfriend.” i introduce him. “nice to meet you patrick.” she smiles. “nice to meet you too, ma’am.” he smiles.

“dear.” she changes her attention to you. “hm?” i hum. “remember, we gonna have to cut dinner a bit short. the patterson’s invited me and your dad to a cocktail party.” she explains. “got it. i’ll clean up.” i softly smile. “perfect,” she says, wiping off her hands, “go make the table while i finish up.” she smiles.

i nod and pull out plates and silverware, handing the plates to patrick. we set down plates and cups. “wanna go get my dad?” i whisper to him as i follow behind him with silverware while he sets cups down. “i think he wants to kill me.” he whispers back. “i’ll go.” he sighs as he finishes and i smile as he leaves.

i help bring the dishes to the table as they come into the kitchen.

eventually we all get situated and we start eating. “food’s lovely, ma’am.” patrick smiles at my mom. “thank you.” she responds. “so any plans for after graduation?” my dad asks. “i’m planning on working at the music store at main street.” he smiles.

“oh isn’t that nice. been meaning to check that one out.” my mom smiles. we continue to eat for a moment, i softly take his hand under the table. i squeeze it one time for a check in, and he squeezes it back once to say he’s okay.

“so you do anything outside of school?” my dad asks. “yeah, i like to fix up cars, but your daughter seems to take up a lot of my time.” he answers, trying to get a laugh out of my dad. “oh. a future mechanic, huh.” he nods before eating.

dinner went by painfully awkward, eventually my mom and dad freshen up for the party and we finished eating then cleaning up.

“i think he hates me.” he sighs, carrying the last of the dishes to the sink. “he just needs to warm up to you.” i respond, washing off the plates. “do i smell like cigarettes? knew i should’ve not smoked today.” he asks.

“you’re fine, most dads don’t like their daughter dating people.” i smile. “hm. he thinks i’m a failure.” he sighs. “he doesn’t, i promise. he’s just tough.” i smile.

“okay, we’re heading out.” my mom walks into the kitchen. “okay.” i smile. “see you tomorrow. it was nice to meet you patrick.” my mom smiles. they leave as i finish up.

“okay.” i smile. he immediately presses his lips onto mine, lightly shoving me into the counter. “oh.” i hum against him. “sorry, i’ve been holding back all night.” he pants. i smile against him and pull him back.

he sneaks his hands down to my ass and he gropes them while he slips his tongue into my mouth, his easily winning dominance.

“pat.” i pant out. “hm?” he hums, moving down to my neck. “wanna go- fuck- upstairs.” i say. “okay.” he smiles. we move upstairs, stealing kisses and he slaps my ass a couple of times.

we reach my room and i pull him inside, quickly shutting and locking the door behind us. he pulls me on top of him on my bed. he connects our lips and it’s heated, clashing teeth and tongues fighting for dominance, which he quickly wins.

“please.” i moan, sneaking my hand down between us and palming him. his hand grabs mine and he flips us over. “did i say you could?” he spits. “sorry.” i apologize. “naughty girl.” he says.

he moves so he’s standing and i’m laying on the bed. “come on. kneel.” he demands. i follow his commands and kneel before him. “can i?” i ask, motioning to his fly.

“yeah.” he nods. i undo his belt and unzip his fly, then pull down his pants just a little bit. he helps me and pulls down his black boxers. his member pops out, slapping against his stomach. “shit.” he sighs, stroking himself.

“please.” i whine. “what do you want?” he asks. “fuck my mouth.” i swap his hand with mine and slowly stroke him. “yeah? want to have you throat fucked?” he smiles and i nod.

i take him in my mouth and he slowly thrusts into my mouth. “shit.” he takes my hair in his hands and uses it as leverage. i moan against him and he tightens his hand. “didn’t anyone teach you to not speak with a full mouth?” he taunts.

he continues to use me while i look up at him. “fucking slut.” he groans. i squeeze my thighs together for a bit of friction. “fucking pathetic.” he lowly laughs.

“wanna tell me who’s your real daddy?” he slows down. he pulls out and i catch my breath. “y-you. you’re my real daddy.” i look up at him, with pure submission in my eyes.

“good little slut.” he says, snapping his cock back into my mouth. “jesus.” he groans as i play with his balls. he continues to thrust into my mouth so i gag around him.

he uses my mouth like i mean nothing to him. i squeeze my hips together even more, trying to cause some friction. “look at you.” he smirks at my thighs. that just fuels him as he continues to fuck me.

i moan against him and he lets out a loud groan. i meet his eyes as i feel drool slip out from the corners of my mouth. he continues to fuck me and some tears fall down my face.

“aw. pretty baby is crying? you look so pathetic. choking on daddy’s dick.” he taunts. “shit.” he sucks in a sharp breath. “getting close baby.” he warns.

his hips become sloppy as he gets closer and closer. “oh fuck.” he sighs. “you’re treating me so well.” he praises. i let him fuck me as he eventually pulls out.

he finishes himself by stroking his cock and his seed goes all over my face. “shit, fuck.” he sighs as he finishes. he calms down and softly taps his cock against my head.

“here.” he says and quick runs to my bathroom. he comes back with a towel and helps me clean up. “you look so pretty.” he smiles as i finish cleaning up. “thanks.” i smile.

i go and wash my face and get ready for bed. i finish and join him in bed. “hi.” i croak out a bit as i lay down against him. “hey.” he smiles back. “you’re gonna be able to talk?” he asks and pulls me against him. “maybe.” i smile.

he softly laughs and kisses the top of my head. “you know i can’t stay?” he whispers after a moment. “mhm.” i nod. “where you disappearing off to?” i ask. “probably the same bar as normal.” he answers. “okay.” i nod.

“i love you.” he whispers. “i love you.” i whisper back. “i’ll stay until you sleep, how’s that sound?” he asks. “that works.” i nod as i’m already half asleep. “i’ll take you out for lunch tomorrow.” he promises. “okay.” i softly smile. “mhm.” he nods.

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If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too Part 11

It will be slower going from here on in as this the last completed chapter I have and the next one only has a couple hundred words.

But we are now at the concert.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

*

Dinner was lovely and the talk was easy. They finished and again Steve went to pay only to be told that all meals and drinks were to be put on Ozzy Osbourne’s tab and to not worry about it.

Steve and Eddie shared shocked glances but told the waiter to pass on their gratitude to Ozzy and the waiter nodded.

They went back up to their room and got ready to go. Eddie looked fantastic in his ripped black jeans, band shirt with the sleeves cut off and his gleaming white sneaks.

Steve tapped his lip thoughtfully. “It’s missing something.”

Eddie shrugged. “Well unless you happen to have my battle vest hidden around here somewhere, it’s going to have to do.”

Steve grinned. “Well, I do. But you’re not getting it back. It’s mine now.”

Eddie’s eyes widened in shock. “You have it?”

Steve nodded and pulled it out to show him. Eddie ran his fingers on the soft denim.

“Dustin’s mom helped me get it clean.”

Eddie let out a shuddered breath. “I’m so glad it’s safe. But you’re right, baby. I gave it to you. It’s yours.”

He handed it back to Steve, who set it on the bed. He went to his luggage and pulled out a single white package with a black ribbon. He handed it to Eddie.

“I couldn’t let you go to the most metal concert of the decade without a battle vest,” Steve said with a smile, “now could I?”

Eddie looked down at the box in awe. He looked up at Steve, tears starting to form on his long black lashes.

“Go on, then,” Steve murmured.

Eddie nodded and pulled on the ribbon, causing it to come undone. He lifted the lid and gasped. Instead of the light blue denim of the vest he had made, this one was black acid washed, giving the seams an almost yellow look to them. The front was decorated with the badges and pins of his favorite bands.

“Steve...” he croaked. “I can’t...”

Steve smiled. “The best part is on the back.”

Eddie turned it around and the most pitiful noise escaped him. The tears started running down his face like a storm.

Steve hurried to his side. “Is it okay? I mean...Jeff said you would love it. I didn’t fuck up did I?”

Eddie shook his head. “Is he the one that gave you the shirt to cut up?”

Steve nodded. “He said it was one of the test shirts that the front got messed up on and could be happily destroyed to use for this.”

Eddie placed the vest on his lap and ran his fingers over the name “Corroded Coffin.” He was going to be going to the biggest metal concert with his band’s name on his back. He lunged at Steve giving him the biggest hug.

“I don’t think you can top this, man,” Eddie said into Steve’s shoulder.

Steve pulled Eddie onto his lap and held him tightly. “Maybe not, but there is so much more coming, sunshine. You aren’t going to have much of a mind left by the time the night is over.”

Eddie nodded and kissed him gently. “I love you, babe.”

Steve expression turned soft. “I love you, too. So much. We haven’t known each other for very long but I still feel it. You mean the world to me and I don’t care if people think we’re going too fast. Both of us know that life is too short not to go for what we want. And I what I want more than anything or anyone is you.”

Eddie kissed him again. “I’m going to have get famous so I can spend the rest of my life making up for tonight.”

Steve laughed. “Just keep being the wonderful, charming, outrageous you and you’ll have more than made up for it.”

“You’re going to make me cry again, asshole,” Eddie growled.

Steve buried his nose into Eddie’s neck. “As long as they’re tears of joy, I’m okay with that.”

“You are such a romantic,” Eddie muttered.

Steve kissed Eddie’s neck, pressing gently against the gauze. “And I have set my sights on you.”

Eddie chuckled. “Getting the full Harrington charm experience speed run, clearly.”

Steve chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m not using it all up tonight, you’ll still continue to get it for as long as you’ll have me.”

Eddie sighed happily. “Okay.”

Steve looked up at the clock and gave Eddie a squeeze. “It’s almost time to go, sunshine.”

Eddie got up off Steve’s lap and grabbed the vest to put it on. Steve put on the other vest and Eddie looked him up and down.

“Yeah, okay,” he teased. “You’ll do.”

“Asshole,” Steve said, gently pushing Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie grinned and leaned in. “But you love it.”

Steve laughed. “You bet your pretty face I do.”

Eddie blushed dark and red, turning away. “You can’t mean that.”

“Of course I do, Eds,” Steve murmured, cupping Eddie’s cheek. “Do you think me any less attractive because of the scars on my neck?”

Eddie shook his head. “It looks like a tattoo of barbed wire or something.”

Steve grinned. “That’s actually not a bad idea.” Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “But anyway that’s not the point. The point is that you are still the hottest person I know.”

“How are you real?” Eddie asked.

Steve gave him a peck on the cheek. “I’m a reformed mean girl, love. Believe me when I say that you’ll get to see the not fun parts of me, too.”

Eddie giggled.

“Let’s go get you to the concert of your dreams, babe.”

*

They arrived the concert hall at the appointed time and got to the box office. The teller slid over the lanyards and two small packets.

“You’ll be going through those doors there,” the teller said, pointing behind them. “There will be someone waiting for you. Enjoy the concert!”

Eddie eyed Steve warily. “Those aren’t the doors to the seats, Steven. Those are the doors to the backstage.”

Steve batted his eyelashes up at him innocently, stepping away from the counter. “Are they?”

The teller laughed.

“Sweetheart...” Eddie said, trailing after him. “Please tell me we do NOT have backstage passes.”

Steve gave his shoulder a squeeze and looked him dead in the eye. “But then I would be lying.”

Eddie swayed where he stood and Steve brought up his other arm to catch him. “Easy there. Do you need to sit?”

Eddie shook his head. “Nope. No, I’m good. Still going to kill you though.”

Steve laughed and leaned in close. “Just you wait, it gets better.”

Eddie let out a low whine but allowed Steve to lead him to the backstage area.

The man waiting for them was the same one from last night, most likely because Eddie and Steve would recognize him as staff. They put the lanyards over their heads as they followed him to the green room.

There waiting for them were all four members of Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne.

They all cheered when they entered the room.

“Holy fuck, Kirk!” Cliff hissed when Eddie came from around Steve. “He looks just like you! Did your mom fuck around or something?”

Kirk laughed. “Come on, man, not every long, long, dark-haired metalhead is related. That’s country music you’re thinking of!”

Eddie blushed.

“You’re embarrassing him,” Lars said pushing his bandmates. “Come on in, tell us about yourself!”

Eddie shuffled in and with just a gentle nudge from Steve was launching into his favorite songs, their styles. He talked about writing his own music.

Then far too soon the sound guy popped his head in. “Fifteen minutes Mr Osbourne.”

Ozzy nodded and walked out. Steve and Eddie got up to follow him. They were shown where to stand so that the audience didn’t see him.

Steve handed Eddie one of the packets of earplugs. “The guy I spoke to about the passes recommended them.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow but dutifully put them in. Steve followed suit.

And then Ozzy started his set and suddenly Eddie got it. He had been to concerts before. Had even been lucky to be close to the stage for a couple of them. But this? This was a whole other level of loud. He gave Steve a thumbs up.

Steve smiled back.

When the set ended Ozzy talked about giving back to the community and how learning that one the towns near here had come to great catastrophe and how they were donating money to help rebuild the town.

The crowd cheered.

And then Metallica came on. And they played through half of their set before they stopped.

“We wanted to bring out a special guest tonight,” James said into the microphone. “You see, we wanted to something special for the town of Hawkins. More than just give money to help them rebuild. But we did that, too. And then the perfect opportunity landed in our laps. This nice young man reached out to us regarding his friend.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped.

“This man told us about a big fan of ours who had been wanting to see the concert but before he could scrape up enough money to do, was hurt in a horrible accident that took the lives of several people in town. We learned that the town tried to blame this friend because he was one of us. Because he was different. Because he was metal. And what do we say to that?”

The crowd roared, “Fuck that!”

“Louder,” James said.

“Fuck that!”

“That’s right,” he continued. “So what do you say about giving him a round of applause?”

The crowd started cheering and stomping and screaming. Steve gently pushed Eddie out on stage. He stumbled a little bit and slid into that comfortable skin of being in front of an audience. Granted he’d never been in front of one so large or so captivated. But this was something he lived for.

“This, my friends is Eddie Munson, metalhead and guitar player extraordinaire,” James said. The crowd cheered again. He turned to Eddie, “Now a little bird told me you can play the entirety of ‘Master of Puppets’, is that right?”

“I’d say I was decent at it, sure,” Eddie said into the mic.

James looked at the crowd as if to say, ‘can you believe the modesty of this guy?’ “A song that came out a three weeks ago.”

Eddie blushed. “It’s a masterful song.”

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” James said tilting his head up in a challenge.

Then Eddie felt a guitar being pressed into hand. He turned to see Kirk wink at him. Kirk then pulled up a stool.

“Now, since we know you’ve just gotten out of the hospital,” he said into his microphone, “so we aren’t going to make you stand.”

Eddie looked down at the guitar in his hand. It looked almost exactly like his sweetheart. It was an NJ Warlock with the cackle red paint job. It was beautiful.

He looked over at Steve. The other man was giving him to thumbs up.

Holy shit.

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