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7ndipity · 5 months

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Every Little Thing

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: When you overhear Yoongi talking about how clingy you’ve been lately, you decide to take a step back from your friendship to give him space. But your sudden absence goes far from unnoticed by him.

Word Count: 2k(wtf?!)

Warnings: angst, swearing, only partially proofread

A/N: Thanks so much to the lovely anon who requested this! This story, I... I don’t know what happened, I went from struggling to get it to work at all to getting waayy too carried away. I kinda had to stop myself at the end before it shifted into something else, but maybe if y’all want a part two, we can pick up from there?

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As you got off the elevator, you couldn’t help the faint bounce in your step as you made your way to Yoongi’s studio, your bag slung over one shoulder, a grocery bag of snacks and drinks for the two of you to share.

Ever since you and Yoongi(and in turn, the rest of the members) had become friends, The Genius Lab had become a hideaway of sorts for you. Whenever you were feeling stressed or overwhelmed, you knew you could call Yoongi, and he would tell you to come over, letting you camp out on his couch while he worked, occasionally asking for your thoughts or opinions on a specific song or line.

As you neared his studio door, you noticed it was slightly ajar, allowing the voices from inside to slip out into the hall, quickly recognizing them as Yoongi’s and Namjoon’s.

“You wanna come to lunch with me and Hoseok?” Namjoon asked.

“Agh, I can’t, I told Y/n’s we could hang out today.” You heard Yoongi’s chair creak as he stretched, letting out a groan.

“Again? That’s like the third time this week, people are gonna start thinking you’re a couple or something at this rate.” Joon joked, making your cheeks flush lightly.

“Nah, it’s nothing like that,” Yoongi replied, sounding tired. “They’re just being clingier than usual, you know what they’re like.”

You frowned at his words. What did he mean by that?

“I know it’s just cause they’ve been stressed lately,” Yoongi continued. “But honestly, it’s gotten to the point where it’s weirder for them to not be here.”

Joon chuckled. “I’m surprised you don’t find that annoying.”

“I didn’t say that I don’t,” Yoongi said. “But it’s Y/n, so I let it slide. Anyway, on that track you showed me-”

You stepped back from the door, the sudden tightness in your chest making it slightly difficult to breathe as you quietly made your back down the hall to the elevators. As the metal doors closed, you replayed what you had overheard in your head.

Yoongi had always told you that he didn’t mind you hanging around, but maybe you had started to abuse that privilege, grown too dependent on him. Was that how he really felt about you? Had you become a nuisance? And if so, why hadn’t he said anything?

Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you quickly found his number and hit the call icon, trying to swallow down the lump in your throat before he picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, are you almost here?” He answered, sounding much brighter than a few minutes ago.

“Uh, actually, I don’t think I can make it today.” You said, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, concerned.

No, one of my best friends hates me. “Yeah, everything’s fine, something just came up, sorry.” You bit your lip, managing to slip out of the building without running into any of the other members and making your way down the street to the bus stop.

“Okay.” He sounded unconvinced. “Is it anything I can help with, or-?”

“No, no it’s-, it’s a work thing.” You said, the words falling flat on your own ears. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Alright.” He said reluctantly. “Bye.”

“Bye.” You hung up, letting out a deep breath.

You could tell he hadn’t believed you, but you didn’t really care at the moment. If he wasn’t going to be honest with you, why should you be any different?

Suddenly presented with the afternoon to yourself, you decided to head to the park, wandering along the river as you thought over everything.

You and Yoongi had come here together not long after you had moved to the city, the last few blooms of the cherry blossom season clinging on stubbornly to their branches. He’d promised to bring you back the next year, so you could see them in their full glory at peak bloom.

Of course, life and work had gotten in the way, as they often did, and before either of you had realized, the season had nearly passed again before he could keep his word. You’d told him at the time that it didn’t matter, you’d just been happy to spend time with him, a recurring theme for you apparently…

Had you been a bother to him back then as well? You didn’t believe so, but the earlier sting of his words had left you questioning everything, even if you knew it might be an over-reaction.

It was dark by the time you made it home, flopping down on the sofa with a tired sigh as you contemplated your options.

So you’d been bugging him lately, that was an easily fixable problem, right? Just leave him alone for a bit, it was as simple as that, wasn’t it?

You weren’t so sure as your phone suddenly buzzed on the cushion next to you, drawing your attention to Yoongi’s name illuminated on the screen. You’d forgotten you said you’d call him.

‘Hadn’t heard from you, just wanted to make sure you’re okay?’ The text read.

Now who’s the clingy one? Was your immediate first thought.

‘I’m fine, just tired. Talk to you tomorrow.’ You typed shortly before turning off your phone and going to bed, with no intention of texting him the next day unless he did so first.

For the next week, you tried to keep up with your new normal; you didn’t go by the studio, you avoided texting him unless he did first, and generally avoided his invites to hangout with vague excuses.

One place you couldn’t avoid him though was dinner with the other members. It was a monthly tradition that you usually looked forward to, but as you stepped through the door of the restaurant, you only felt a wave of nervousness, for what though exactly you didn’t know.

“Y/n!” Tae quickly hopped to his feet to give you a hug, the others all greeting you enthusiastically. You noticed Yoongi didn’t speak, only nodding to you politely, but his eyes never left you for a second, seeming to study your every move.

“Y/n, do you want my seat? I know you usually prefer to sit by Yoongi-hyung.” Jungkook asked, starting to get to his feet, but you quickly waved him to sit.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to move for me, I’m fine over here.” You said, settling in the free seat next to Jimin, which happened to be directly across the table from Yoongi.

Everyone quickly settled into their usual routines and conversations, the mix of voices blurring into an almost comforting buzz, allowing you to zone out for a moment and relax, but a single low voice managed to snap you back to attention.

“I haven’t seen you all week.” Yoongi said quietly, a noticeable heaviness in his voice.

“Yeah, things have just been kinda busy.” You tried to say convincingly, but it was hard to pull off under his gaze. Luckily, Jin asked you about something from the show you’d been watching and gave you an easy out of the conversation.

You managed to get through the evening well enough, talking with the others, even making plans with Jimin for him to help you pick out some new furniture for your apartment. You’d felt Yoongi’s eyes on you all evening, but hadn’t said anything.

It was later that night when you were pulled from sleep by the sound of someone knocking persistently on your front door.

Cautiously, you climbed out of bed and padded to the door.

Who’s there?” You called anxiously, trying to remember where you’d put your old baseball bat, in case you needed to defend yourself.

“It’s Yoongi.”

You froze, staring at the door in surprise for a second before going over and peering out the peephole.

Sure enough, he was standing on your doorstep, causing a brief sense of relief that was quickly replaced with confusion and the same nervousness from earlier.

Not quite knowing what else to do, you cracked the door open slowly, taking in his slightly disheveled state; hair mussed and faint bags under his eyes. He looked the same way as when he would pull all-nighters at the studio.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Why’ve you been avoiding me?” He responded with his own question, staring you down.

“I-, I haven’t-”

“Don’t lie.” He stopped you.

Glancing around quickly, you pulled him inside, not wanting to have this discussion in the hall.

“You’ve been dodging my texts and calls, you wouldn’t sit with me at dinner, you asked Jimin for help with furniture shopping, which you know he’s terrible at.” He continued as you closed the door. “So, tell me please, what has happened to make you start ditching me?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that I was annoying you?” You snapped.

He stopped, staring at you in confusion. “What?”

“I heard you and Joon talking last week,” You said, his face falling as the memory came flooding back. “About how clingy I’ve been, and how I’ve been annoying you by hanging around so much.”

“You haven’t been-”

“Don’t.” It was your turn to cut him off. “Don’t try to tell me that it’s not true or you didn’t mean it. What I want to know is why you weren’t just honest with me?” You hated the way your voice started to shake as you spoke. “Why didn’t you just tell me to fuck off or something? Why do you put up with me if I'm such an annoyance?!”

“Because I fucking love you!” He blurted out.

You froze, staring at him in shock. “What?!”

“I-, I love you.” He said quietly.

“You love me?” You repeated, hurt and frustration still churning in your stomach, not letting you take his words to heart. “You love me, but you think I’m annoying?”

“I think everyone’s annoying!” He tossed his hands up in frustration. “The difference is that I like your annoyance!

“I like that you’re loud and weird and make terrible jokes, I like that you nag me to take better care of myself.” He said. “I like that you’re happy holed up in my studio with me. I like that you sing along to every song that you recognize, even without realizing that you’re doing it.”

He took a cautious step closer, pleading with his eyes as he spoke.

“I like every little annoying thing that you do, because they’re what make you you. I’m so sorry that I made you think anything otherwise.”

You hadn’t moved as he spoke, fighting the tremble in your lip as your eyes had misted over with tears.

“Y/n?” He asked anxiously.

You didn’t speak, choosing instead to lunge forward, wrapping your arms tightly around him in a bruising hug. He staggering back slightly at the force of the collision, arms immediately coming up to hold you in an equally tight embrace.

“I missed you.” You sniffled, burying your face in his chest.

“I missed you too.” He replied, holding you tighter, pressing a soft kiss to your head. “I’m also sorry for telling you I loved you in a shitty way.”

“Eh, it’s kinda on brand for us, honestly.” You teased, making him let out a huff of laughter.

“I guess you’re right, fuck.” He shook his head.

“You wanna try again?” You offered.

He pulled back to look at you. “Really?”

You nodded. “If you want to.”

He nodded, pulling away enough to take your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles as he pressed his lips together nervously, eyes shaking slightly as he met your gaze.

“I love you, Y/n.”

He’d barely gotten the last word out before your lips were on his, effectively shutting you both up for the next several minutes.

When you finally pulled back, his eyes were blown wide, lips swollen and red from your assault, his breaths coming out in shaky puffs.

“I love you too, by the way.” You said, grinning at his slightly dazed expression.

“Cool, c’mere.” He said, pulling you back in, making you giggle as he eagerly reconnected your mouths.

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captain-joongz · 2 months

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Tits out

Pairing: best friend!Wooyoung x f!reader

Genre: bffs to ??, college au, pure smut, barely any plot, fluff, humour

Summary: When talking to your best friend about your nipple piercing during movie night backfires in the most spectacular way possible and Seonghwa's new couch gets caught in the crossfire

Word count: cca 7k

Warnings: reader is chubby, there's no discussion, they just jump into it, titty sucking, nipple and nipple piercing fixation, unprotected sex (this is pure fantasy, be careful in the real world), a little bit of body insecurity about body hair, fingering, doggy, squirting (let me know if i missed anything)

I had met Wooyoung back in the first year in uni and now four years later we were still going strong. The man that walked in confidently into a lecture hall, bee-lined straight for the empty space next to me and was sitting down before I even comprehended his question of “is this seat taken?”, who then proceeded to talk my ear off and invite himself for lunch with me, was quite easy to befriend, believe it or not. After sitting next to him a few times and going for lunch later, I’d managed to get out of my shell a little too and soon we were two merry extroverts steamrolling through university hip to hip. He’d become one of my best friends, one of my closest friends and a person that understood me almost perfectly. We knew we could count on each other completely and trusted each other blindly.

I was introduced into his friend group, and he was into mine and we often hung out together in huge groups of rowdy younglings, going dancing and spending weekends eating too much junk food and watching bad movies someone had put on, but no one really paid attention to besides the occasional joke about its stupidity. I couldn’t count how many times I’ve done something extremely stupid while hanging out with them and was heavily encouraged by both Wooyoung and San. It was the most fun I’ve had though, and that’s what really mattered.

Now I was already out of school, but Wooyoung and most of his friends were continuing with their studies. Due to this, we tried to hang out every Friday, but a lot of the time it ended up being just me and him or even just me sitting in their living room watching Netflix waiting who makes it home first. It was like my second home at this point, and no one was phased when I showed up out of the blue and sat on the couch like I owned it. Especially since Seonghwa bought the new one, that one was extremely comfortable.

Usually, Friday night was a hang out and movie night for me and Wooyoung anyway, but today I was a woman on a mission. A few months ago, I had gotten a nipple piercing. It wasn’t my first one (though it was definitely the most painful one) so I wasn’t extremely worried about it, but lately it has been acting up a little. It usually didn’t hurt but sometimes there would be this slight discomfort around it and I’ve even noticed some slight scabbing even months later. I knew realistically that it was most likely okay, but my anxious nervous little brain had managed to convince me that I’m going to lose my tit or something. That’s why I needed a second opinion. And that’s where Wooyoung came in.

Tonight, I was making my way towards their flat knowing I’m about to ask Wooyoung for the weirdest favour one ever could, but it should be okay, right? We were such close friends, it definitely wasn’t a big deal, right? You normally asked your friends to take a look at your tits and tell you whether there’s something weird about one of them, that was just a usual Friday, no?

I checked the group chat again and confirmed that it would be just me and Woo tonight and then made my way to their building’s door. They lived on the fourth floor without an elevator, which would normally be a minus, but since it was an old warehouse made into an apartment building, their flat was actually massive and housed all of them without a problem, so I graciously sacrificed myself and stomped up the stairs a few times a week to see their faces (and eat their food).

Upon arriving to the flat, I found Woo busy making something in the kitchen, humming lightly while whipping cream like a 50s housewife.

“What you up to?” I asked casually strolling into the room, making Wooyoung jump with shock. “Jesus fucking Christ, you sneak in all the time and yet I still get scared by you,” he said and put his hand over his heart. I slapped his shoulder and peeked at what he was making.

“You literally gave me the keys, Wooyoung, I’m hardly sneaking in,” I said and rolled my eyes at him. He just laughed and pushed me out of the kitchen. “Shut up and start choosing the movie or I know we’ll just end up scrolling through Netflix for hours like always,” he shouted over his shoulder and went back to whatever snack he was making.

As I sat on the couch, I was steeling myself for what I was about to ask him, trying to figure out how to bring it up. No time like the present, right. I mindlessly scrolled through the movies, but really I was waiting for Woo to join me in the living room. Then finally he came in through the door, a plate of little cheesy snacks in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other. I was just about to open my mouth, but he cheekily winked at me and made his way back to the kitchen. When he returned, he was holding a little tray with two cups of hot chocolate, the coke and two glasses.

He finally joined me on the couch and for a while we both just sat there, arguing about whether we want to watch a comedy or a thriller, while I was thinking how to broach the subject. But in the end, I didn’t even need to do that. In the middle of my sentence about how I’m not watching another stupid horror movie about nothing, Wooyoung suddenly turned to me and just gave me this look. And I knew I was done playing around. I stopped in the middle of talking and stared at him. He grinned.

“Okay, just spill it,” he said when I stayed silent for too long.

“What do you mean?” I attempted to stray away from the topic until I was ready, but he’d already saw through me. “Really?” he asked incredulously, “I’ve known you for years, you think I don’t recognise when you want to talk about something? Just spill the beans already.” I heaved a deep sigh and then turned on the couch to face him. He was still grinning.

“Okay, this might be really weird, but just bear with me for a while, okay?” I started. While I was slightly worried about the piercing, I also couldn’t help but fear Woo’s reaction, after all this wasn’t exactly a normal thing to ask your friend. I knew worst case scenario he’ll just say no and laugh it off, but still. He looked a little more serious for a moment, but then I continued talking. “I need you to look at my tits, okay?”

Wooyoung looked at me shocked for a moment and then bursted out laughing. I just glared at him annoyed. “Hear me out-“ I started but he cut me off. “Is this about like being insecure about them? You want me to look at them and say they’re okay? Y/N, you know your tits are amazing-“ he was going on and on, but this time it was me who cut him off.

“God, no, nothing like that,” I shut him up embarrassed. While it was true that I was slightly insecure about my plump figure, I loved my boobs, I knew they looked great. They were simply just right, it was one of the things I loved about my body. Wooyoung sensed that it must be something more serious and gestured for me to continue.

“You know I got the piercing, but lately it started to act up a little and I’m getting nervous and I just need you to look and tell me it looks fine,” I got out in one breath and he just stared at me. “Okay…? Why don’t you look into the mirror?” he asked, genuinely curious. “I have, but since I’m getting so nervous about it, I need a second opinion,” I explained, “Come on Woo, I know it’s a super weird and gross request, but help me out here.” Wooyoung laughed again and smirked at me.

“Gross and weird?” he repeated, “Not only I’ll see a nipple and a piercing, but I’ll also see a boob and a nipple with a piercing, that’s like some of the best things in this world combined together.” I slapped his shoulder again, but we both laughed this time.

“You’re the worst, god,” I said laughing, “I’m surprised you haven’t died over being such a fucking horndog all the time yet.” He laughed too and then gestured to my top.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just shut up and pull your tits out,” he joked and made himself comfortable on one end of the couch. I wasn’t particularly shy about showing my body, so it wasn’t that hard to bare myself like this. Hell, me and Woo have probably seen each other naked a few times but just didn’t care enough.

I pulled the two straps of my top off my shoulders and bunched the fabric around my waist, then reached around to my back to take off my bra. When it hit the floor Wooyoung’s full attention was suddenly on my chest, and it flustered me a little. I fought the instinct to cover myself with my arms and instead just sat there, topless with my best friend intensely staring at my boobs.

“So?” I asked anxiously, “What do you think?” He suddenly straightened up and it brought us quite close to each other. “That you have really great tits,” he said absent-mindedly, his hands raising on instinct as if going to squish them. I flushed and swatted at them. “Yeah, I know,” I said annoyed, “that’s not what I asked though.” That seemed to break him out of it a little bit and he hunched down so his face was on level with my chest. I face-palmed and hoped no one would come home unannounced, cause this would be damn hard to explain.

“No, yeah I think it’s okay,” Woo said after a while, “I mean, the pierced one looks a little different, but that’s to be expected. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it.” I relaxed at hearing him say so and felt the tension leave me at once. But I just needed a little more to feel completely at ease.

“Can you like… touch it to see if it’s weirdly warm or if there’s some weird texture or something?” I asked embarrassed and quickly looked to the side when Woo’s head whipped up to look at me. “You want me to what now?” he questioned me flabbergasted.

“I don’t know, dude! You’re the one that gets into contact with tits, you’ll know if there’s something wrong with it!” I started hurriedly explaining myself, growing more flustered by the minute. Wooyoung stayed quiet for a moment and then sighed. I thought this was finally the line that was too far for him, but then his hand suddenly flew up and stopped just millimetres from my nipple. We both just sat there, holding our breath, not knowing where to look, when he slowly brought his fingers in contact with my skin. I gasped quietly, but in the silence it was still audible. I flushed in embarrassment and refused to look anywhere else except for the wall by the TV.

Wooyoung’s fingers messed around a little, pressing down on the nipple and gently squeezing it, also lightly touching onto the piercing. Surprisingly enough, what I felt wasn’t pain like I feared. With every soft brush of his fingers over the sensitive skin, a little bolt of pleasure shot through me and I had to fight to keep myself from gasping more or arching into his touch. I felt the blush spreading over my face and completely mortified I noticed beginnings of a scorching wet heat between my legs.

Then suddenly his hand was gone and he was clearing his throat. The silence that set between us was broken and we both started shifting around, not knowing what to do with the situation we found ourselves in.

“I think it’s totally fine,” he said, his voice somewhat hoarse, but I was so embarrassed I barely even registered it.

“Oh thank god, I was really getting nervous,” I said and laughed a little awkwardly. Wooyoung wasn’t saying anything and just sat in front of me tensely, so I assumed it was good and he just needed a moment to shake off the sudden awkward atmosphere, and turned around to find my bra. That was a rookie mistake though. The moment my eyes left Wooyoung, he striked. As I was searching the floor with my eyes, suddenly what felt like a lightning strike went through my whole body. My back arched on instinct, and I toppled backwards onto the couch with a loud moan.

Wooyoung’s mouth has attached itself onto my pierced nipple and he sucked again, another shock pulsing through me and pleasure suddenly flooding my senses. My hands flew to his shoulders, but instead of pushing him away I just pulled him closer. I myself wasn’t sure of what was happening or what we were doing, but it felt too good to dwell on it and I definitely didn’t hate it.

Wooyoung moved closer and made himself comfortable between my spread thighs, his mouth busy sucking and licking around my piercing. I was letting out tiny breathy moans, my legs instinctively pulling him closer to my core, hoping for a little friction.

“What… what are you doing?” I finally gathered my wits and asked breathlessly. I looked down to see the top of his head moving around. He peaked up to look at me and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, I’ve never been with a girl that has a nipple piercing, I couldn’t help myself,” he explained, and I rolled my eyes at him.

“You damn horndog,” I muttered, but didn’t push him away or stop him. That gave him confidence to continue, and he smirked at me, as one of his hands brushed down my front until he was slightly pushing on my clit through my clothes and I arched again. He moved to the other nipple and played with it a little, while his unoccupied hand moved to my other breast, touching it teasingly, squeezing it slightly and thumbing the piercing.

“It’s so sensitive,” he murmured and watched his hand completely fascinated. I was about to retort something, but he chose that moment to bite at my breast and move up to leave wet hot kisses on my neck and a loud moan came out instead. It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone, and I was starting to worry I might utterly embarrass myself. One of my hands sneaked down between our bodies, trying to encourage him to touch me properly instead of just gently pressing, but he caught it and pulled it up to my shoulder. Suddenly he was towering over me, smirking at me and just generally being a menace. I arched again, this time trying to push our lower halves together, but he avoided me with a laugh.

“God, please, Wooyoung just touch me,” I begged him as the desperation from the scorching heat cursing through my veins was taking over, throwing everything into the wind and fully committing to getting fucked by my best friend. He kept smirking and propped himself up over me on his elbow.

“Touch you, huh?” he said and suddenly his hand was back to teasing my clit, this time with more force. I keened and pushed up into him, suddenly embarrassedly realising just how wet I’d gotten from such small ministrations. He chuckled watching me, head diving to take my pierced nipple into his mouth again, gently playing with it with his tongue and scraping his teeth over it. I jerked and my hands flew into his hair, holding him in place so that he’d never stop, my mouth falling open on a silent moan, too overwhelmed by the sensation to properly function. He slowly moved up to my neck, peppering kisses and small bites along the way, while his fingers moved in little circles over my clothed clit.

I was so turned on I could die, I needed him to touch me properly – like stuff me full of his long beautiful fingers. And I told him as such. And he laughed at me.

“Aw, such a little desperate angel, aren’t you?” Wooyoung whispered into my skin. I whined his name, hoping it would speed him up. He scoffed at me playfully but moved away to pull my shorts off, grabbing them with one hand and pulling them down in one swoop; leaving me a little breathless and only in a bunched up top around my middle, while Wooyoung was still fully clothed. I started pulling his shirt off and he obliged, flinging it to the other side of the room eagerly.

Woo sat back on his heels between my spread thighs to take me in and I started to feel shy again, hands moving to grab onto him and pull him back onto me, but he pushed my arms back into the couch and held them there for a moment, before sitting back again.

“No, no, angel, I’m looking at your pretty pussy,” he teased me, hands grabbing at my full thighs to keep them spread wide. I looked down and suddenly an insecurity reared its head again. About two years ago I had stopped shaving in my intimate area, only trimming it a little, cause it irritated my skin too much and the last time I was about to get some, the guy called me disgusting. Wooyoung was currently watching me like a starved man in front of a feast, but still I nervously covered myself with my hands. His eyes flicked up to me, questioning, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry,” was all I said, mad at myself that I couldn’t even properly get out why I was suddenly so uncomfortable, and he looked at me all confused. “What are you sorry for?” he asked, but then realisation lit up his eyes and he moved to stand up from the couch, “Did you change your mind? You know it’s okay to tell me.” I looped my legs around his waist to pull him back to me and he fell forward with an “oof”. This pressed his erect cock to my core as he held himself up with his hands right by my head and we both moaned at the contact. My legs kept encouraging him to grind into me and for a moment we both just breathlessly moved against each other, Woo releasing little moans and sighs into the heated air between us, and I watched his half-lidded eyes slowly become hazy with pleasure, utterly fascinated.

“So I guess no changing of minds,” he chuckled on a small groan as his hips started thrusting a little harsher against me, losing all rationality and just chasing pleasure. “No, nothing like that,” I whispered back and pulled him for a kiss for the first. As soon as our lips touched, we started hungrily devouring each other, moaning into each other’s mouths and our hands grabbing onto each other desperately. I ended up helplessly grabbing onto his back and most probably leaving red scratches in my wake.

After a moment Woo pulled away, sat back on his heels again and I whined and tried to pull him back, leading him to laugh at me once more; but his fingers went straight for my pussy, spreading it open and sliding through the wetness there. As if placated, I immediately stopped whining and arched my back more, begging for his touch.

“What was that about before?” he asked slightly breathless and I could see he was being serious, even though his finger started slowly circling my clit and playing around. I could barely concentrate on explaining as I was too busy drowning in the liquid pleasure spreading through my entire body.

“Just a little… hng- a little insecure about- about my hair,” I answered while writhing around, simultaneously wanting more and hoping he’d stop so that I could explain properly. His eyes immediately flicked down between my legs just as his finger slid down and slowly slipped into me. I moaned loudly, hands grabbing and squeezing the couch. His gaze was trained on my hole as he pumped his finger in a few times and then quickly slid in a second one.

“Fuck, you’re so wet..” he whispered, still watching his fingers slowly fucking into me, his other hand going to squeeze his erection still tenting his sweats. My mouth was hanging open, eyes unfocused, noises just pouring out as I was finally feeling full for the first time. But then suddenly he pulled his fingers out and focused on me again. I actually sobbed out, trying to close my legs to keep his hand from leaving, but they were still kept spread by his hips.

“Why would you be insecure about it?” Wooyoung whispered and it took me a moment to remember what we were talking about before. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at him, sitting between my spread legs with an obvious erection in sweats stained by my wetness from our grinding before. I flushed again and tore my eyes away from his cock, only to catch his smug smirk. I schooled my expression and said: “The last guy I was with called it disgusting. Said he’s not Columbus to be exploring the rainforest.” Wooyoung scoffed.

“What a fucking asshole, who even comes up with shit like that?” he asked incredulously, “Well, clearly he’s a fucking coward, but thankfully… I’ve always liked a little bit of adventure.” He said the last bit all flirty, winking like an absolute sleaze and I just knew something awful was coming. “Besides,” he said while pressing himself into me again, “the rainforest is the perfect place for my anaconda.” I groaned, but this time from pure embarrassment at his jokes while he cackled like a madman. I pushed him away and started to turn around so that I could stand up.

“God, I changed my mind, get off of me,” I said morosely, but he just grabbed my hips and used the momentum to turn me around and get me on all fours, then pressed us together. A bolt of arousal shot through me, and my arms buckled under my weight, my face pressing into the couch while my ass stayed propped up by Wooyoung, pressed into his hips.

“Actually, this is quite a good idea,” he said grinding into me, “I always knew you’d love to be fucked like this.” He bent over me, his chest pressing into my back as he whispered straight into my ear. “Pressed down like this, taken from behind quick, rough and dirty,” he murmured, “Put nicely in your place…” I moaned unabashed, hips pushing back onto his cock on their own and lust making itself painfully known again; in response I could feel Wooyoung’s hands tightening on my skin and suddenly he pulled back to hurriedly tug his sweats down. His hands made their home on my hips, squeezing and pulling, keeping me pressed into him, his cock slotting between my thighs and sliding along my wet pussy. I keened and attempted to grind back, but he held me as his hips pulled back.

“God, please,” I begged, “Please, Wooyoung, give it to me…” He held himself with one hand and I heard him chuckle. “You want it?” he teased. I felt the head of his cock gently teasing around my hole, slightly pushing in and pulling out again. I sobbed exasperated and nodded, face mushed into the couch and hands grabbing onto the throw pillows, my whole body just fucking screaming for his cock to spear me through and through, cunt spasming and tightening around nothing.

“Yes! Yes, please!” I cried and he finally slid inside in one slow thrust. I moaned with relief and sagged into the couch a little, finally getting what I’ve been wanting this whole time. Wooyoung groaned behind me and his hands dug into the skin of my hips, pushing us impossibly together. The feeling of fullness satisfied something wild and primal in me and I found myself struggling to close my mouth, too blissed out to do anything.

He stilled for a moment to get us both accustomed to the feeling, but clearly both of us were too horny to wait even a little longer, because the second I pushed my hips back into him, he started slowly grinding in small circles and it wasn’t long before it shifted into shallow thrusts punching out little gasps out of me.

I only had to whine out “please!” once to get Wooyoung to speed up and pound into me in a much faster pace, to both of our reliefs. Woo’s cool had quickly melted away into a desperate quick pace that had tiny whiny moans spilling out of him. I wasn’t fairing much better, the slide of his cock along my walls from this angle was absolutely heavenly and within few moments had me absolutely losing my already frayed mind. With my head turned away from the cushions I found myself unable to close my mouth, moans freely slipping out and bouncing off of the walls of the living room. Embarrassingly enough I could feel a string of drool coming out of the corner of my mouth onto the couch, but I couldn’t force myself to care when Wooyoung was fucking me so good.

It quickly became obvious we were both too horny and turned on to keep any kind of decorum, so we descended into a messy filthy fucking, Woo eventually bending over me and plastering his chest to my back, mouthing and biting at my neck in between grunts and groans. Just thinking about how deliciously I was filled with his cock had me moaning loudly, Wooyoung chuckling as if he wasn’t the same, losing his mind over the tight wet heat enveloping him in a torturous hug.

I found myself quickly spiralling, the molten pleasure pumping through my body at an alarming speed. I reached back and pulled at Wooyoung’s hips, forcing him to shift his leg a little closer and putting his hips a little higher over mine, giving him perfect access to that one spot deep inside of me with every thrust. I lost all control over my body then, taken over by the all-consuming pleasure, the moans coming out higher and louder with every thrust.

“God- ah aah-“ I panted out, hands digging into the pillows looking for any kind of purchase to withstand the onslaught of sensations, “I- I’m cumming so-soon.” Wooyoung giggled breathlessly into my shoulder and his hips suddenly gained back a little more direction, aiming to hit the spot with every slam into me, slowly speeding up until he was railing me like a madman, the wet squelch of my cunt and slapping of skin on skin accompanying the cacophony of our joined pleasure. I wailed, unable to keep up with the mounting climax, almost screaming on every thrust inlaid with little gasps, groans and cut off gibberish pouring out of my mouth. It felt as if my entire body lit up, the bliss becoming a little too much for me to properly register beyond “Oh god! Oh yes!” ringing through every inch of my very being.

Then Wooyoung’s hand moved to my tit again and squeezed and pinched the pierced nipple few times, even giving it some light slaps. My whole body seized up on a lightning strike of pleasure and the orgasm hit me like an actual truck, getting thrown over the edge so unexpectedly and with such force that I gave one last wheezing cry, mind blanking out and all I could register was the white ecstasy pouring through me, out of me, as if my entire body was made out of it, every nerve screaming with it.

Distantly I registered Wooyoung’s startled cries and moans, his hips jerking against mine quickly and erratically, his hands back on my hips tightening until I could feel his nails biting into my skin and was sure I’d have a nice set of imprints for at least the rest of the day. Then he stilled over me, cock pushed as deep inside as it could go, pulsing and throbbing as the cum poured out in thick spurts. His deep groan of satisfaction reverberated through my whole body since he was still pressed into my back tightly, letting me enjoy the moment with him.

As if invisible strings were cut, we both collapsed into the couch and hazily I realised I only stayed upright because Wooyoung was holding me so he could fuck me harder. After few minutes my mind slowly started coming back, body tiredly catching up, registering the pleasurable ordeal it just went through. I could feel my pussy throbbing, hot and wet from being thoroughly fucked and filled with Woo’s release, my hips hurting from the pounding. I was almost expecting to see bruises all over me.

For a few moments only laboured breathing was heard through the room as we both recovered, the haze gradually lifting, allowing us to come to terms with what had just happened between us. Surprisingly, it didn’t feel awkward at all. It may have been because I was still lying boneless, unable to speak from the force of the orgasm with Wooyoung’s softening cock still wedged deep inside of my pussy, but I found myself quite comfortable squished into the couch, feeling his shallow breaths in the crook of my neck and his thumping heart against my back. I wondered if he could feel mine, as it was beating just as wildly.

But the comfy silence was broken by the man himself, when he whistled and said: “Wow, I had no idea you could do that.” There was a little teasing undertone to his statement, but mostly I could detect only giddy wonder and pride.

“Do what?” my words still a little slurred, because I was still recovering the functions of my brain and fighting sleep, so deeply sated I could barely hold a full thought.

“Squirt,” Woo stated matter-of-factly, his hands beginning to gently caress my sides to help me come down. “Huh?” I said eloquently and turned to look at him. He just gave me a soft grin, eyes squinting in joy as he took in my state. “I did what?” the question was more rhetorical and I wasn’t even really talking to Wooyoung, rather I started to squirm trying to look down as if my pussy held the answer. And in some way it did. When I managed to lift up my hips a little, my whole body protesting and Wooyoung behind me grunting at the jostling of his soft cock, hands digging into my hips to try and hold me still, I saw that the couch beneath us was absolutely soaked. Slight panic seized me, I didn’t even know why, it was just a natural reaction of my tired brain to the information that apparently Wooyoung, my best friend, had made me squirt for the first time in my life, all over Seonghwa’s lovely sofa. Well, at least it did explain why the orgasm had been so fucking intense, feeling as if the soul left my body and astral projected into a parallel universe.

The squirming dislodged Wooyoung from me and a splat of his cum joined the already huge stain on the furnishing. Now I winced, realising that there was no way either of us was surviving this. Unceremoniously I plopped back down into the mess and turned to Wooyoung, who was sweaty and rosy-cheeked, watching me with amusement.

“Seonghwa is going to fucking murder us,” I muttered tiredly, already back to fighting sleep off now that I was lying again. I let my eyes fall shut and only heard Wooyoung’s answering laugh, only felt him get up from the couch and gently roll me over on my back. There was shuffling, rustling of clothes and footsteps around the living room, but I couldn’t find the strength to look at what was Woo doing, letting myself drift on the high and the aftershocks that were still coursing through me.

Wooyoung was humming somewhere in the apartment and then there was a gentle touch on my hip. I whined but let him do what he needed. A warm wet towel was pressed onto my stomach lightly in lieu of warning and I slowly opened my legs again, feeling the strain and the burn that just hurt so good. Woo tenderly cleaned me up with soft unhurried strokes, then helped me sit up against the pillows to try and put some clothes back on me.

I blearily opened my eyes and blinked at him. Wooyoung was kneeling on the floor in front of me wearing only his sweats and holding his black tee. When he saw I was back in the land of living, he slowly pulled it over my head and helped my arms into the sleeves. I was feeling all warm and fuzzy from his sudden softness, thoroughly enjoying this after-care, suddenly found myself overtaken by the violent need to cuddle and sleep it off, so I was just about to suggest that, when he suddenly sprung to his feet and pulled me up with him. I let myself be man-handled with only a slight surprised yelp, but suddenly standing I realised my legs still weren’t in working order, if my shaking buckling knees were anything to go by, so I just grabbed onto his shoulders and hoped he wouldn’t let me fall.

He didn’t. Another nicely warm towel was now wiping my butt of anything I had been sitting in, his hand gently patting it before putting me back onto the couch in the area that was dry.

I wanted to sleep, but I was too amused by the picture of Wooyoung standing in front of the huge wet stain with a deep thinking expression on his face, wracking his brain for anything to do about it. When a giggle escaped me, suddenly his eyes were on me with a mischievous glint.

“You made the mess and now you laugh at me when I’m trying to save our lives?” he asked jokingly, amusement lacing his tone. I giggled again and curled around one of the pillows, fully committed to watching the comedy unfold. Wooyoung just sighed and looked at the couch as if it murdered his first-born.

“I gotta come up with something before-“ his voice was cut off by the door suddenly opening and a commotion coming in. There were three voices happily chattering something and I could recognise the guys from that. With terror I met Wooyoung’s eyes the moment we registered Seonghwa as one of the voices. Before any of us could even move a muscle, the three men walked into the room and promptly froze in their tracks.

“Holy shit!” It was San who shouted that, but we were focused on the cacophony of emotion going through Seonghwa’s face seconds before he cried out “MY COUCH!!” on the top of his lungs. There was genuine anguish and betrayal in his voice before his eyes redirected from the stain to us with pure fury.

“Okay! Time to take a shower!” Wooyoung shouted and pulled me up, but ended up supporting my entire body when my knees buckled and I was balancing on shaking legs like a new-born fawn. From this angle I could see the pure amusement and approval on San’s face right next to the disgusted traumatised Yeosang. I blushed furiously and let Wooyoung drag me off to a bathroom, where he sat me gently on the toilet.

“I’m going back out,” he whispered with determination as if he was about to walk into a battlefield, leaving his wounded comrade in the safety, knowing there was only death outside. I snickered at him and he theatrically waved at me from the door, before walking out and shutting it behind him.

I could still fairly clearly hear everything go down though, especially when only moments later Yeosang popped in to give me my clothes and stuff I left on the table and didn’t close the door fully after him. My phone was vibrating like crazy, which could only mean San was already blessing the group chat with all the piping hot tea. I unlocked it and clicked on the notifs.

Mountain man: lolol woo and y/n fucked on the couch and completely ruined it

Princess: ew fuck you wooyoung

Muscle baby: i’ll never fucking use the living room again

Brat: 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

The situation unfolding in chat was interrupted by the scene that was going on in the living room in the real time.

“Calm down, I’ll think of something,” Wooyoung’s voice carried through, trying to console Hwa only to be followed by another shriek of “BUT MY COUCH!!”.

“Wow Wooyoung, I really thought better of you,” Sannie teased, adding oil to fire and I could clearly hear his laughs. No signs of Yeosang, but he was probably just standing there watching it all go down.

“I spent months picking it out!” the level of hysteria was steadily rising in Hwa’s voice and I really slowly started fearing for Woo’s life. “I’m gonna have it dry cleaned or something,” the said man offered only to be met with more shrieking.

“You better fucking throw that thing out, there’s no way I’m sitting on it after this,” San added very unhelpfully to the conversation, “especially since I saw the state of it.” There was a beat of silence during which I imagined Wooyoung was throwing daggers at San with his gaze for stirring more shit into it.

“I’ll buy a new one,” was his final plea and while it was met with some more grumbling and fake-crying, I could hear the situation calming down.

Captain: what the fuck is happening there when i’m not home

Mountain man: fornication

Demon angel: disgusting

M o t h e r: MY COUCH

M o t h e r: my amazing couch in the perfect shade of blue that i was looking for

M o t h e r: DEAD AND DEFILED

Puppy: i’ll help you look for a new one, hyung

Mountain man: wooyoung already agreed to buy a new one since he was the cause of the *suspiciously* large stain

Captain: no details

Captain: never any details

Captain: first rule of fight club

xoxo from hell: 🤔🤔

xoxo from hell: i think

Princess: oooh she breaks her silence

xoxo from hell: that a certain man here in this chat should rather shut up considering last week i walked in on him fucking a girl on the kitchen table

Brat: oop-

Mountain man: Y/N

Mountain man: NO

Demon angel: 🤮

Muscle baby: RIGHT WHERE WE EAT???!!!

Puppy: eat pussy apparently

Princess: nice

Captain: don’t encourage him

“MY KITCHEN TABLE?!” Seonghwa’s scream sounded through the flat just as Wooyoung slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him with a wide grin. Distantly I could hear San’s pleading and general chaos as Hwa no doubt started raining fury upon him.

“Nice save,” Wooyoung smirked at me and started ridding us of clothes so we could finally take the shower we both desperately needed. The feeling of the hot water hitting my spent and pleasantly aching body relaxed me and I sighed with content. I was basically ready to melt into a puddle right there, sleep slowly rearing its head back up, so I just went with the motion and let Woo soap us both up and rinse us, I let him dry me and put a fresh tee on me that I didn’t even notice he brought with him. I was just watching him with eyes half closed and a doped out smile on my face.

“You’re so cute like this,” Woo muttered as he led me through the hall to his room, amusement and fondness filling his voice with uncharacteristic gentle sweetness. Upon entering his room I immediately beelined for the bed and burrowed myself between the blankets and pillows. Woo rummaged around in his closet for a moment, but it was the only sound I could hear as the apartment suddenly fell almost eerily quiet.

“If I’m so cute now,” I finally mumbled out from underneath the cozy pile, “maybe you should fuck me more often then.” That had Wooyoung turning around to face me with a mischievous grin. “I fully intend to do that,” he said devilishly and jumped in with me. It took a bit of shuffling to get into a comfortable spooning position, but we were no strangers to cuddling each other, so it went rather smoothly.

Just as the sleep was claiming me and I felt myself getting pulled under, Woo suddenly perked up and said: “You don’t think the silence means hyung murdered San and now Yeosang’s helping him get rid of the body, right?” I snickered gently, but just swatted at him to lay back down.

“Well, he probably deserved it,” Woo muttered and snuggled in closer to me, letting the exhaustion finally lull us to sleep. And it was the most comfortable sleep I’ve had in a while, even if San potentially paid for it with his life.

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lets-get-saucy · 4 months

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Media Girl - Emily Sonnett - Pt 1

Emily Sonnett x reader

Summary: Sonnett isn’t very active on social media, but a certain media girl catches her attention. You work for Gotham assisting with their social media and notice a certain blonde become more active with content as the weeks go on.

Warnings: just cute fluff but we’ll see where it goes ;)

a/n: originally was only supposed to be one part but inspiration struck so not really sure yet how many parts it will be

You were new to the city, new to the job, well new to most things currently going on in your life. You had just gotten a job as a social media coordinator for Gotham FC, and it was your first week on the job. You had a social media job prior to this, but sports media was new to you. This week was mainly training for you, Sharon another coordinator on the team was showing you the ropes. What the training center was like, the different types of content Gotham expected, basically the run of the show.

While it was your first week on the job it was also the teams first week back at training. The air was filled with an excited energy, the team having won the championship just a few months ago. You had interacted with a few players, making tiktoks or creating Instagram post, so far they were all kind to you and super easy to work with. However, there were a few players who didn’t participate much even though they seemed to have great connections with the other players during training.

One was Emily Sonnett, a recent transfer to Gotham along with Rose Lavelle. Whenever asked if she wanted to partake in something for social media the blonde would find a way out. You shrugged it off, not everyone was into making a tiktok or posting on Instagram so you couldn’t blame the girl. But there was something about her that stood out to you. She was always making others laugh, dancing or cracking a joke that would send others around her into fits of laughter.

As the weeks went on you couldn’t help yourself from watching Sonnett. You were drawn to her, and slowly she was coming around to participating in content more. It started off with a simple tiktok video where you asked the players a question.

“Whats something you miss most from home?” You asked from behind the camera.

“Waffle House” Sonnett said as a quick response, smiling into the camera her dimples popping out.

You stopped the video quirking your eyebrow at the other woman.

“You miss Waffle House?”

“Yeah, I mean I know New York has Waffle Houses but not that many. Back home there’s one on practically every corner. And don’t get me wrong the bagels here are great but your really can’t beat a waffle from Waffle House” the blonde rambled on gesturing with her hands.

You found yourself giggling at her, finding Emily to be quite charming.

“Where are you from?” you find yourself asking.

You had done research on the players when you got the job, but nothing to deep mostly just professional history.

“Georgia” she answered.

“Do you miss it?” at this point you know you should be moving on to other players to finish filming so you can edit and post the tiktok, but you can’t seem to pull yourself away from the woman in front of you. Her blue eyes looking into yours.

“Yeah sometimes,” Emily shrugs. “I do miss the weather. I’m not cut out for the cold.”

You laugh at her response, “Its not too bad, and don’t worry it gets hot up here to.”

Before Emily can respond Rose comes over laughing telling Emily about a funny incident that just happened. You didn’t want to leave Emily but you both had a job to do so you offered her a smile before finding another player to add to the video you were making.

However, as the weeks went on you couldn’t help but notice Emily taking more interest in Gotham’s social media. She would volunteer for videos when you would ask players if they wanted to participate. The first few weeks of you job, Emily would almost always tell you she didn’t want to be a part of them. But now she was a regular in Gotham’s content. This continued for a few weeks, Emily seemingly growing more and more comfortable with getting posted on Gotham’s social media accounts. She would pose for pictures or participate in various silly videos and after you two would talk. Sometimes she would crack jokes causing you to laugh but other times you both would talk about genuine things. You learned each other’s favorite places to eat in New York, each other’s favorite foods, sports you played as a kid. These conversations would continue until one of her teammates would interrupt cutting the conversations short.

Even when you weren’t actively making content you couldn’t stop thinking about the blonde. During practices you would stand on the side of the field, trying to get content but you could keep your eyes off Emily. The way her leg muscles looked as she ran or how the sun reflected off her hair, you were mesmerized.

Sometime during practices you would feel eyes on you and when you looked Emily would turn away quickly, her cheeks turning red. Smiling to yourself you would turn your attention back to whatever content you were working on at the time, but you mind would still be focused on the blonde woman. Even across the field you could hear her. Emilys voice carrying as she called out things to her teammates during practice.

It was after practice one day and you were walking through the training center typing up an Instagram post when you heard Emily talking to someone.

“Its not like that, she’s just a friend” the blonde said, “plus we’ve never even hung out outside of practice.”

You stop walking, hiding behind a corner. You know you shouldn’t be listening in to the private conversation, but you do anyways.

“Well ask her on a date then” a voice you recognize as Kelley response to Emily, “you’ve talked about her for weeks now.”

You heart drops, the realization that you have a crush on Emily Sonnett sinking it, your stomach drops as it also hits you that she likes another woman.

“Kelley, I can’t do that”

Before either of them can say anything else you turn around walking in the other direction trying to get away as quickly as possible. Your heart pounding you make it to your office sitting down at your desk trying to take a deep breath. When did this happen? When did you develop feelings for Emily? Thinking back over the past few weeks it hits you. All the shared moments when you would talk to her. Her eyes meeting yours as you spoke. Her fingers grazing your back when she walked past you. How her voice along could bring a smile to your face. Or when she would tell a joke, even if it wasn’t funny you would laugh. You bury your face in your hands letting out a groan. You were screwed, totally completely screwed. Since you first meet Emily, you began falling for her, but it was all one-sided and now you were probably going to have to watch her fall in love with someone else while you stood on the sides and watched. Rubbing your hands on your face you sat up. While your heart might be weighing heavy you still had a job to do.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur as you post content and plan out new ideas to pitch to your boss. Before you know it you’re making your way across the parking lot to go home for the day. You’re half way to your car when you hear a familiar voice call out to you. Turning around you see a nervous looking Emily walking towards you.

“Hey” she says as she gets closer, fiddling with her bag.

“Hi” you mumble back, wanting nothing more than to get home and hide under blankets on your couch eating ice cream.

“Are you okay?” Emily ask you, looking concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine its just been a long day” you lie, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as she looks at you.

Emily looks around fiddling with her bag. She looks… nervous.

“So, I was.. I” Emily looks around not meeting your eyes. “Do you want to get coffee with me sometime?” she ask so quickly you barely catch what she said.

“Coffee?” you arch an eyebrow.

“Yes, or something else if you don’t like coffee. Theres a really nice smoothie place or”

“Coffee sounds great” you cut her off.

“Awesome!” she smiles finally meeting your eyes.

Her blue eyes twinkle in the late afternoon sun making them appear bluer. Even though your still upset that she’s interested in someone else, maybe a friendship could work out. You enjoyed being around Emily, so if that meant just being friends then maybe you could learn to be okay with that. You did just realize your feelings for her today after all.

“Theres this coffee shop not too far from here, maybe we could meet one morning before practice” you suggest.

“Yeah, sounds good” she smiles.

You exchange information, promising to finalize your coffee plans before you saying goodbye for the day. You watch as Emily makes her way over to her car before you get into yours. Sighing you learn your head back wishing you never realized your feelings for the blonde. On the bright side, you were now friends with Emily Sonnett. You hadn’t even realized your feelings for the other woman until just a few hours before, you could ignore them if it means being friends with her.

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starrylevi · 5 months

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hi! I’m new to your page but your writing is so skilled! So here I am requesting a Levi x reader post war, where the reader insist on taking Levi stargazing? And at some point the reader’s hand get cold and Levi insists on warming her up? Thank youuu! 🧡

Hi!! And welcome!!! You’re so very sweet, I truly don’t think so but thank you! This is such a cute request it kinda got away from me (in a good way) 😅 I hope it’s okay.

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“Y’know this can be considered kidnapping,” Levi jokes from the passenger seat.

You place one hand over your chest, feigning shock as the other still grips the steering wheel. “I would never,” you continue before placing both hands back on the wheel. “Besides,” you briefly glance at him with a grin. “You came willingly.”

Levi saved you from a terrible fate, slicing the fingers off a titan before it had the chance to swallow you whole. After, you insisted that he come over to your place so you can make him a cup of tea. It’s the least you could do is what you told him. Levi’s not one to accept a gracious offer like this from a civilian but there was something about you that was inviting to him, and he couldn’t help but give in to his curiosity. You two spent the next hour talking. Well, it was mostly you doing the talking but you asked Levi questions and surprisingly he answered. After that initial meeting, you checked in on him from time to time. He got used to you popping in. Your visits became so frequent his squad knew you by name.

The rumbling followed shortly after and you didn’t hear from him for a little while. Of course you were worried. You surprised yourself, and him, by practically jumping on him the day he got back. Since then, you two have been closer than ever.

“Come on, you’re not even going give me the slightest hint?”

You fight back a chuckle as you answer. “Weren’t you a captain? Aren’t captains supposed to be patient?”

“I wouldn’t have gotten anything done as a captain if I were always patient now, would I?”

“Fair enough.” You look ahead at the road in front of you, appreciating the sight. It’s a nice evening, the sky has transitioned from a deep blue to an almost black. Sparkles of light are start to peek out.

“Stars.”

“What about them?”

“We’re going to see them.”

“I see them every night.”

“Not like this. We’re stargazing tonight.”

You drive down a deserted road; the light pollution fades away as you approach a lake. You see the brilliant shine of its water and smile.

“Okay, this should be fine.” You say before stopping the car. You don’t turn off the headlights so you can see what you’re doing. You grab Levi’s wheelchair from the bed of your truck and help him onto it before you wheel him right in front of the lake.

“Trying to drown me?” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“I would never drown Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.” You say with a little more admiration than you mean to. Levi hums in response and you take it as your cue to get your seat. “Be right back!”

You feel a steady breeze hit you as you walk to and from the truck. You approach Levi with your chair in tow. His head is tilted upwards, towards the sky.

“So…what do you think?” You ask him as you take your place next to him.

“Not bad.” He nods to himself, seemingly admiring the stars scattered above him.

“Right?” You smile, gently nudging him with your elbow as you take in the view yourself. Your eyes jump from star to star. “Can you spot any of the constellations?”

You glance at Levi and you can see him scanning over the pattern of the stars for a moment before finding a familiar sight. “Orion.”

“Good eye.” You smile but it quickly drops when you realize what you just said, not wanting Levi to think you’re making fun of him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“It’s alright.” Levi cuts you off with a small chuckle. “I only have the one. I’m grateful it can still do its job.”

You sigh, relieved, and go back to admiring the stars. You both sit there in comforting silence for a while. The breeze starts to pick up and you feel the uncomfortable chill prickle at your skin. You don’t want to be the reason you two back up and go home so you try to subtly blow warm air into your hands. That, of course, does not go unnoticed by Levi.

“Cold?”

“A little but it’s okay -“

As if by reflex, Levi places a gentle hand over your cold one.

“Does that help?” He asks you, his eyes seemingly say they hope it does and it’s hard for you to answer because he’s so warm?

Levi interprets your lack of response for you not wanting his hand on yours so he ends up quickly pulling back. “Sorry.” He says quietly, the lightest pink coloring his cheeks. However, that doesn’t stop him from trying to help you. “We can also share my jacket if that’s better.” He tries to drape it over both yours and his knees but it isn’t long enough.

“Levi-“

“I don’t need it, it’s fine. You can stick your hands under it.” He drapes it just over your knees.

“Levi…” You start slowly, a smile in your voice. “How about we just,” You pick up his wrist, creating an opening so you can lean into him. Levi looks a bit startled but he follows your lead and wraps his arm around your shoulder. “And now the jacket can cover both of us. Is that okay?”

“T-that works.” He breathes out before he covers the both of you with his jacket.

There’s another moment of silence before Levi speaks once again. “Thank you.” He utters quietly.

“For what?” You ask him as you stare up at the sky.

“Showing me the stars.” ✨

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heresthestorymorningglory · 5 months

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Unfinished Business

Summary: Our boy has some unfinished business

A/N: Listen y'all this NSFW 18+ should be par for the course at this point. So like….just don’t okay?

As always, the inspo is thanks to the Goosecord and my beautiful partner in crime @ken-dom who constantly receives messages from me in the dead of night needing reassurance or "Hey what about if THIS happened?!"

Bless you my new found chosen sister for putting up with my antics!

This is a continuation of the first part Hello Nurse which you guys absolutely raved over and I am SO flattered (no really some of your messages really had me tearing up)

Like I said last time, this won't be the last you see of SIx

Enjoy my loves! <3

You let out a heavy sigh massaging your temples as you sat at the nurse’s station; the fluorescents were giving you a migraine and the phone had been ringing off the hook all night long. It rang again for the four hundredth time and you picked up the receiver

“Fifth floor nurse’s station”

“Hey, you”

Your face broke out into a grin and you sat back in your chair twirling the phone cord around your finger recognizing his voice immediately. “Hi”

“You on a secure line?”

You scoffed with a small laugh “You know I’m not” you went through this every time he happened to call, and yet, he always asked. “Where are you?”

“Somewhere cold” he always kept his answers vague.

“Being safe?” you asked, reaching over the desk to take a clipboard from a coworker

“Course”

“Are you lying to me?” You asked, with a smirk cradling the receiver on your shoulder as you typed the information on the clipboard into the system.

“Never”

You stopped typing paying more attention to your call “You better come back to me” you said with an air of seriousness to your tone. “In one piece”

He laughed softly on the other end

“I’m not kidding, all your fingers, toes and…appendages”

This caught the attention of your coworker who tilted her head curiously with a raised eyebrow; you just shook your head, hoping she’d get pulled away before you’d have to answer questions.

“Hmm, well I’ve got some bad news sweetheart…”

“You better be joking” you dropped your voice to a whisper

“Would you love me any less if I weren’t?”

You huffed with annoyance rolling your eyes “No, you idiot; now come home…I miss you”

A page overhead for you caught your attention and you sighed “I gotta go, be careful, please” You knew better than to hope for that, he was never careful, everyone else came first. “I love you”

“Me too, sweetheart”

You hesitated holding up a finger to a coworker motioning overhead “Court”

He sighed and you could practically see the look on his face

“I’ve got all day”

“No you don’t”

“Then I guess you’d better hurry up”

“I love you too”

“I’ll see you soon?” you asked, knowing he wouldn’t give you a concrete answer

“Soon” he confirmed before the line disconnected.

You swallowed hard, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding as you pushed up from your chair. You had signed up for this, you knew that, but the knot in your stomach never untwisted itself completely until he was standing in front of you; admittedly usually covered in blood and bruises, but here and alive.

***

It had been six months since that fateful night on the staircase; and Six had been gone for three of them. Thankfully you had managed to keep yourself busy with work, keeping your mind off of it, most of the time.

Then you crawled into bed, alone, or he called to check in and that knot in your stomach just tightened.

You did have to admit that when he was just a fleeting stranger who had saved your life once, and occasionally darkened your doorstep it had been a lot easier and you worried significantly less, but you wouldn’t trade that man for anything.

You had to keep it relatively secret; it was safer that way Six had said, you were in less danger. You disagreed but he would rarely listen to reason on the topic; or he had fallen asleep before you had gotten the chance to broach it again.

You laid in bed that night after work, wondering for the first time in a long time about Six’s past. Even though you had convinced him you didn’t need a 24/7 bodyguard and could in fact take care of yourself on occasion, and you had been….”together” for the last six months; the personal details you knew about the man were very few.

You knew that was by design, but the thought of your parents immediate disapproval made you giggle to yourself; would be just like you ending up with the ex-convict who would end up on the wrong end of a gun one day because he showed up on your doorstep one night looking like wounded puppy.

Not that Six would even entertain the notion of ever meeting your parents so it didn’t really matter.

***

He unlocked the door before putting the key back and quietly slipping inside before locking it behind him.

He stumbled up the front steps, weak with exhaustion; the house was dark, but your car was in the driveway. Checking his watch, it was creeping into the one o’clock hour.

He shook the spare key out of the bottom of the ceramic goose you kept on the front porch; he had told you at least a hundred times that was an awful idea and you had reasoned if someone was going to break into the house, they weren’t going to use a key to do it.

He slid his boots off, shedding his t-shirt as he climbed the stairs. You were curled up in bed sleeping peacefully, on his side.

He smiled to himself, stripping off the rest of his clothes before gently shifting you to your side, you hadn’t even stirred until he climbed in behind you; arms wrapping tightly around you as he kissed your shoulder.

“Hey,” you turned over, voice thick with sleep as you wrapped your arms around his neck “You’re home”

He kissed you properly before you nestled against his chest “I missed you”

He kissed the top of your head, pulling you against him as you drifted back off almost immediately and he followed suit.

The next morning he stirred awake, the sensation of your lips across his bare chest and up the side of his neck to his face and finally landing on his lips; your weight heavy on his midsection.

"Good Morning," you smiled kissing him again

He smiled, reaching to tuck a chunk of loose hair behind your ear, his large hand cupping your cheek.

"All in one piece" you smiled, your cheeks had started to hurt from doing it for so long.

"Satisfied?"

"Not for months" your lips moved against his as you deepened your kiss.

With minimal effort he flipped you on your back, pinning you to the mattress underneath; wrists on either side of your head.

“Let's fix that then”

Before you had a chance to respond, his lips were pressed firmly against yours, strong hands gripping your wrists as his hips made languid movements, his hard cock pressing against the inside of your thigh, your legs dropping open with ease.

You hummed into your kiss as his tongue tangled with yours before kissing down your neck and chest.

A small gasp escaped as his warm wet mouth enveloped your nipple. Your back arching off the bed, needing more, wanting more.

He sucked gently, tongue grazing over the hard bud, making you shiver before trading sides and administering the same treatment to the other side.

His hands slid from your wrists, over your sides and came to rest on your hips momentarily as he dipped lower, settling between your thighs. Your fingers pushed through his thick blond hair as he kissed the inside of your thighs. His breath hot against your core made you moan, leaning back into the pillow.

“Court…please “ you breathed.

Like an answered prayer, he licked a hot stripe up your centre, making you cry out, pulling hard on the hair trapped between your fingers, making him grunt against your clit before sucking you into his mouth.

You writhed in the sheets, heels digging into the mattress.

His hand sliding from your hip, two thick fingers pushing inside you with ease, pumping slowly as his tongue teased your clit.

Your sighs and moans were like music to his ears. A glance up from between your thighs, your eyes were closed, face contorted in sheer pleasure, mouth open as you whined to the ceiling.

Your entire form shuddered under the hand holding your hips steady.

Your breathing came more laboured and shallow as he watched the flush creep over your naked body, his tongue flicking a little harder, fingers pumping a little faster, hand pressing firmer on your hip, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he kept you from twisting out of his grip.

Your muscles clenching around his calloused fingers coated in your arousal as your orgasm tore through your body; pulling his fingers from inside you, tongue lapping up everything you had to give. Shudders wracking your entire form, your clit sensitive and overstimulated.

You collapsed, completely spent as Six crawled back over top of you, kissing you deeply as you panted against his mouth.

“My turn” you smiled breathlessly as you shifted, Six propping himself against the headboard as you put yourself between his knees.

Without hesitation, you swallowed down his length, slick with precum. A loud groan of approval over your head as you bobbed slowly, sucking gently as you felt his hands find their way into your hair.

A loud thud, what you were certain was his head making contact with the headboard.

His hips bucking up, forcing him further down your throat.

The soft “Fuck” assuring you, you were doing something right.

You moaned around his shaft, relaxing your throat to take as much down as you could manage. You let him take control as much as his position would allow letting him fuck your mouth hard and fast.

Grunts a mixture of effort and pleasure as he slid with ease between your lips.

His massive form twitched and he stopped abruptly, the hot, thick rope hitting the back of your throat, swallowing what you could before it became too much to handle, the excess spurting from the throbbing tip as you released him to take a breath.

You moved to wipe your mouth on the back of your hand and Six’s hand snapped out, closing around your wrist.

You looked up and he was shaking his head. “Don't”

You tipped your head curiously with a smirk as he pulled you closer, you climbed in his lap, arms draped over his neck as he kissed you harshly, tasting his release on your tongue as he was sure you could taste yours on his.

He scooted back down, lying you on his chest as you sighed with a satisfied hum. “God I missed you”

He chuckled softly, taking a deep breath, breathing you in, your scent invading his senses, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I missed you too sweetheart”

He sighed, your eyes saying the things your voice wasn’t.

Six’s time at home had been fleeting this time around; he had been here and gone again within a day and a half.

A quick kiss and he tried to fly down the stairs, unsuccessfully because of the hold you’d had on his wrist. He stopped turning to look at you.

He pulled you against him, burying his nose in your hair as he kissed the top of your head; your arms wrapped tightly around his back as you fought to keep your composure.

“Two weeks, tops” he whispered into your hair; you only hugged him tighter, knowing he couldn’t possibly know that for sure.

“Make someone else go” You muttered against his chest “You just got back”

He laughed softly, big hands rubbing up and down your arms. “I can’t…” he pushed you back gently so he could look into your eyes “This one is personal”

Your brow creased as your frowned “What do you mean personal?”

His shoulders dropped as he let out a heavy sigh and it clicked “Lloyd…” you sighed

He nodded “He won’t stay in one place very long”

A strong finger under your chin lifted your head and you sighed looking up at him, the worry clear as day on your face.

You let out a slow breath swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat; eyes dropping to look at your shoes.

You had never met this man, but the stories were enough to never want to and even those weren’t many. He had injured someone in Six’s care, and was the reason the only person Six had even remotely considered family had died. He was a monster.

“Please be careful” you whispered softly

He nodded dropping his hand “Always”

You scoffed “Not always” You reached up to cup his cheek “You better come back to me”

He didn’t answer, just leaned forward, claiming your lips in a gentle kiss as the tears you had been fighting to hold back slid silently down your cheeks.

He pulled back and you sighed with a sniff, wiping the tears from your face. “Promise me”

When he didn’t say anything you closed your eyes taking a breath “Just this once, promise me, if it goes sideways, you will get out…please”

You stood eyes locked with his, seeing that emotionless mask crack for the briefest moment before he nodded. “I promise, just another Thursday.”

You huffed pulling yourself against him, burying your face in his chest. “No it isn’t, and you know it”

He pulled away then and you let him go; you knew if he was going to catch this bastard he had to leave and he had to leave now.

“Here,” he undid the watch around his wrist, holding it out to you

You shook your head “I can’t take that; it’s too important to you”

“Then keep it safe for me” he wrapped it around your wrist, having to do it up on the last available hole in the band so it would fit around your wrist.

He took your face in both hands, giving you one final bruising kiss; whispering a barely heard ‘I love you’ against your lips before he was down the stairs and gone.

You turned, going back inside, the door closing heavily behind you as you locked and leaned against it. A flurry of emotions bursting through the dam in your chest as you finally let yourself cry. You slid down the door, settling on the floor with a hard thump covering your mouth with your hand as the tears streamed freely down your cheeks. The fear, the sadness, the sliver of hope that he hadn’t just walked down those stairs to wherever, and you’d never see him again.

You cried so hard you nearly made yourself sick before you got yourself under control and pulled yourself to your feet.

You took a deep breath, wiping the tears out of your eyes and off your face as you made your way to the kitchen.

You stopped halfway through the threshold, breath catching in your throat seeing the man you didn’t recognize sitting on top of your counter with his arms folded and ankles crossed in front of him.

“Hiya Sunshine,” he smiled in a way that made your skin crawl as he hopped off the counter and your heart slammed in your chest.

“Can I help you?” You fought to keep your voice even as a thousand thoughts raced through your mind one after the other; trying to place this man.

“You really are easy on the eyes, aren’t you?” he asked, ignoring your question, advancing forward and you instinctively took a step back,

“Do I know you?” you asked, mentally cursing yourself for never counting how many steps were between your kitchen and front door, but not daring to turn your back and bolt.

“Your boy certainly does”

Lloyd.

Your blood froze, you were sure all the colour had drained from your face then.

“Based on the doe eyed bambi look on your face, I’m gonna take a shot in the dark and say you’ve heard of me”

“I don’t know-”

“Oh please,” he rolled his eyes with a dismissive wave of his hand “Don’t pull the ‘I don’t know who you’re talking about’ card, it’s just disrespectful”

You didn’t answer, just kept moving slowly backward into the living room as he moved closer across the kitchen.

Your eyes scanning his form, not seeing any blatantly obvious weapon easily within reach.

You took your opportunity and turned swiftly on your heel and raced for the door.

In a flash your hand gripped the doorknob and had it been unlocked you would have been free. Instead, Lloyd shoved you against the door, his body pinning you to the unforgiving surface as he laughed maniacally next to your ear; a fistful of your hair in your hand as he pulled your head back hard, making you grit your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut briefly

“Oh no, no, no, no, no” he shook his head “We’re gonna get more acquainted; see if I can figure out what it is about our boy that you like so much”

“Isn’t it obvious?” you asked, voice strained as you turned your head as much as his grip in your hair would allow; he was watching you with a raised eyebrow waiting for you to finish. “He’s got a massive-” Before you could finish, your head banged hard against the wooden door and Lloyd scoffed with disgust.

“Don’t be gross, it’s unladylike”

You scoffed with a laugh trying hard to ignore the instant throbbing headache “That’s your mistake for thinking I’m a lady Lloyd”

Your composure was quickly slipping away as you were running out of ideas for an escape.

“And the lady has me at a disadvantage,” Lloyd spoke slowly, his breath hot against your ear making you cringe. “I don’t really need to know your name anyway, doesn’t matter much, you’ll scream all the same”

You scoffed “He’s gonna kill you”

“Oh sweetheart, not if I kill you first”

That was the last thing you heard before it all went dark.

#fic #ryan gosling #the gray man 2022 #sierra six #courtland gentry #court gentry #sierra six x reader #courtland gentry x reader #lloyd hansen #chris evans #God that's a lot of tags

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athenawasamerf · 6 months

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What's life in Egypt like?

This is a very vague question so I’m not sure how to answer, really. It’s kind of tense these days, anyway.

Ig the day to day is pretty typical. I’m not exactly the average citizen, most of my time is taken up with med school so I don’t explore or go out as much as I should. I live in Alexandria, and I love it here. Coastal, the old section of the city is beautiful, lots of greenery. It’s pouring down rain all through winter, driving is near impossible because everyone is fucking insane (which is typical for Egyptian cities lol), it’s pretty densely populated, the food is phenomenal. We have a ton of museums and historical sites, and the library of Alexandria is pretty rad. The economy is shit and getting shittier, we’re under a military dictatorship (again but worse than last time), inflation is insane and the country is in a ton of debt to the point that the central bank of Egypt has stopped all foreign currency transactions on debit cards, and credit cards have a foreign currency limit of the equivalent of $250/month.

From a feminist perspective, it’s not the best place to be. Alexandria is better than most of the country, but I still get harassed regularly. Egyptian men are paternalistic and have a weirdly entitled attitude towards all women, we have in-jokes in feminist circles about the fruit vendor from down the street being mad at you for coming home late. Tbf I’m fairly open about my feminist opinions and that hasn’t caused me any trouble, and basically all my friends and acquaintances know that I wear a hijab in front of my family and take it off at school/when I’m out with friends, and 4 of my cousins know about the hijab thing as well. Dating culture is fairly normalised in Alexandria, so everyone in my circles including two of my cousins know about my love life (but not my sexuality). In some places of Egypt, I’d be honour killed for any one of these things, so I’m grateful to be where I am. There’s still a line of chauvinism running in the country, though that’s the least of our worries as feminists. I have a post about marriage and divorce in Egypt under my Egyptian feminism tag if you’re interested in learning more about that aspect.

From an LGB perspective, unfortunately the little progress we’d made in the late 00’s and early 10’s has been receding quickly. We’d gotten to a point of live and let live in some areas, but the introduction of trans ideology in the west caused a massive recoil in perception of LGB people here, and there’s been a crackdown on LGB-sympathetic ideas. Every time it’s brought up, you get a look of disgust and ‘they’re teaching kids to change their sex’. It’s going to take massive amounts of time and effort to repair this damage.

And finally, from a religious perspective, well. Not much has improved re acceptance of atheism or non-abrahamic religious beliefs. Egyptian law technically protects your right to freedom of belief, but, crucially, not your right to freedom of expression of religious belief. National ID cards must have your religion listed on them, and the only options are Muslim/Christian/Jew. Contempt of religion and ‘violating Egyptian family values’ laws are pretty strict and are used to prosecute everything from girls dancing on TikTok to blasphemy. I don’t see this improving any time soon, though foreigners (non-Arabs) are given some leeway.

I hope I’ve covered the most important points, but please feel free to reach out if you have more specific questions!

#ask #egyptian feminism #radical feminism #radfem #radical feminist #radfeminist

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finalgirleddiemunson · 1 year

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Don’t Mention It (Steve Harrington x Reader)

summary: some mornings are bad mornings, and they’re filled with memories. Steve and you work through them together. (wc 1.3k)

warnings: angst, past trauma mentions, non-sexual nudity

a/n: had a moment where i thought about how how everything that steve has gone through often gets played for laughs and got so upset i wrote this. it kinda reads more loose than a typical narrative structure, my b

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Steve showers in the morning.

In high school, he used to shower at night. To wash the pool chlorine and layers of the day off of his skin.

But then things went bump in the night too often, too frequently. You and him both know now that the darkness can hide something more than bad dreams or phantasmal shapes.

Sometimes it’s difficult to fall asleep tucked into bed safe and sound. Much less be vulnerable and relaxed underneath the shower- where the stream of water hitting against the tile blocks the noise of something that could be creeping nearby.

So, yes. Steve showers in the morning now. You don’t mention it.

Just like he doesn’t mention how you check the doors and windows twice every night, flipping locks back and forth that you know were already secured but you just had to be sure. One last time.

He leans on the doorway to the kitchen of your shared apartment and watches you go through your routine every night though. He’s gotten used to reassuring you beneath the covers that Yes, baby, you locked the windows. I watched you do it, I promise. You can go to sleep.

Just like he doesn’t mention how you keep his old bat placed under the bed, in the same way that old lovers place dried roses or sleeping satchels filled with herbs beneath pillows. An extra omen that helps you both sleep.

It’s the sound of the water running that wakes you, as it does most mornings.

The bathroom door is open, letting the steam from the shower spill out and into the bedroom, carrying with it that clean and cologne-like smell of Steve’s body wash.

As you wake, scrubbing sleep from your eyes and wetting dry lips, you come into awareness slowly. There’s a distinct lack of humming coming from the bathroom this morning.

Another thing you don’t mention- the sign of a storm that only you know how to navigate.

On the good days, Steve sings. When you first got together, you imagined that Steve would sing off-tune and loudly, a joke played for laughs. Your years together have found you pleasantly wrong in that assumption. In the confines of your shared bathroom, Steve sings like he was always meant to do it- perfect pitch and everything. It only makes you slightly envious at times.

But, most of the time he hums. Little tunes, songs he’s heard on the radio, whatever is stuck in his head. He scrubs shampoo from his hair and hums the song that was playing over his car radio when he asked you to be his girlfriend, or the song you danced to in the kitchen last night, or some new rock song that Dustin showed him that Steve swears he hates. The point of the matter is, most of the time Steve hums.

On the bad days, there’s silence. Music does not drift out with the steam from the shower, only quiet.

The lack of music today fills your lungs, viscous and hefty in its meaning.

You pad to the bathroom and make your steps purposefully heavy. I’m here, it’s just me. You make sure the hinges squeak as you push the door open unnecessarily wider. Don’t worry, don’t be scared. I’m not sneaking up on you, nothing is here.

You run the water in the sink, brush your teeth and make a big show of it even though the curtain on the shower is still closed. You do this on the bad days. Hedge in closer, palms open, slow and steady.

When you’ve drawn out your morning routine as long as you can is when you finally speak. “Good morning, honey.”

It takes a moment, but the quiet croak of Steve’s voice rings out above the running water, “Morning, sweetheart.”

You wait, give him the opportunity to say anything else before you take your next step. “Do you mind if I join you?” You keep your tone light, as though the idea just occurred to you. As though this isn’t, in itself, a part of the routine that both of you play.

“Please,” Steve responds and the cracked relief in his voice spurs you into action.

You don’t bother to gather your shed clothes and place them out of the way. You just pull them off and drop them onto the tile as quickly as you’re able.

When you step into the temporary sauna that Steve has made with the scalding water, you’re met with the sight of his back. The tan expanse of skin, dotted with freckles and moles that you’ve traced over a thousand times, now with water cascading down the muscles.

Your first touch is just your fingertips along his arm. I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.

And when his shoulders crumple in on themselves just a little at the touch, you’re quick to curl your hand around his bicep, turning him in place to face you.

You tuck yourself into the space beneath his chin, let his wet hair rain droplets down onto the top of your head and your shoulders. His body shields you from the brunt of the shower, but you hope that between you and the heat of the water he can find something to ground him. You splay your hands wide against his back as you hug him closer. Come back to me.

You don’t mention it when he shudders above you, takes in rasping breaths as he presses his face into the top of your head. You just let him cry, swaying gently on your feet to rock him.

You don’t mention it when the water begins to run colder and colder- until the tears give way to chattering teeth and you take his hands to lead him out of the shower. You set him down and wrap a towel around his body.

You don’t mention that daylight is streaming in through the windows of your bedroom, that the darkness can’t reach you two here with blue skies and sunshine at your door. You both know that would be a lie anyways.

All you can do is hold him. You give him soft clothes, loungewear that he wears around the house, and he dresses himself in mechanical movements. You do your best to keep touching him throughout it all.

“It helps,” He had whispered to you one night when sleep evaded your household. “When I’m like that. Just knowing you’re there. It helps.”

You had kissed his collarbone, an acknowledgment of his bravery. “I wish it didn’t get like that,” he murmured into the darkness.

“I know. But I’ll always be here, when it does. And I know that you’ll be there for me, when I get like that. ”

He had rubbed a hand up and down your spine at your words, his own acknowledgement. Neither of you slept much that night.

Now, even with the cheery, morning light coming through the curtains, you both crawl back beneath the covers. You plaster yourself against Steve, the length of your body fitted against his. You keep a hand against his chest, feel the steady thump of his heartbeat under your palm.

Hear this thing? You want to scream to the sky, to the Upside Down, to every last thing that made him scared of the dark. It means that Steve Harrington is alive, despite it all. And you can’t take him from me.

Instead you just hold him.

Steve returns to his body slowly, pieces clicking into place until at last the grip he has around you tightens with awareness. His muscles uncoil, a recognition of his safety.

“I love you,” He says.

“I love you more.”

You don’t mention that you already know his response-

“Not possible.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #the final girl writes

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something-bout-the-weather · 1 year

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Rockstar / Matty Healy x Reader

Inspired by the many dreams I've had of being on tour with Matty. What I would do to be at the side of the stage every night! Enjoy ❤️

Matty and the band have just finished their latest show. The crowd’s cheers fill the venue and you find yourself joining in with them, from the side of the stage. Now that the band is heading off the stage, you start to make your way to the dressing rooms where you know Matty will be.

You’ve been touring with the band for the last two months. You love being about to travel with Matty and the band, watching them perform each night and you have even gotten used to squeezing into your bunk, and occasionally Matty’s, on the bus even if they were cramped.

“Hey baby!” Matty shouts to you as you walk through their dressing room door.

“Hello rockstar,” You reply walking towards Matty. His toned arms envelop you in a tight hug and his lips instinctively find yours.

“How did we do?” He asks. This is something that Matty asks you every night they perform, even though your answer the same every time.

“Incredible as always Matty, I especially liked your note change during I’m in Love with You,” You reply knowing the compliment will have him smiling for quite a while.

“Thanks baby,” He says as he affectionately kisses the top of your head and pulls you back into a hug.

George’s loud voice suddenly interrupts the moment you are having when he shouts, “Ready to get on the bus lads?”

“Actually Daniels, we aren’t on the bus tonight,” Matty says pointing his finger between you and him.

You look up at him confused.

“Oh yeah,” George replies winking at Matty before heading towards the bus and shouting back, “Have fun!”

“What the fuck have you got planned Healy?” You ask him, concern in your voice.

“Don’t worry. I’ve just booked us a hotel room for the night,” Matty explains, “And, before you say it, there isn’t an ulterior motive, though I wouldn’t mind if it lead to that,” He finishes with a wink.

“You took what I said the other day, in my half-asleep state too seriously Matty.” You recall talking to him in the early hours of the morning, whilst squeezed into his bunk, about how you missed having a bigger bed to share together and it just being you two rather than a crowed tour bus.

“I didn’t baby, I’ve missed it just being the pair of us too, cuddling and chatting until the morning. The bus doesn’t really allow for that. Plus, I think squeezing into the bunk together is doing my back in,” He jokes.

“You’re too good to me,” You say a huge smile forming on your face.

“Nope, it’s the opposite way round. Not many people would travel around the country with their partner on a cramped and uncomfortable tour bus. But, you do and I can’t tell you how much I love you for it.” He says cupping your face with his calloused hands and bringing your lips to his.

“I love you too Healy,” You mutter against his lips.

“Come on baby,” Matty says intertwining your fingers with his, “Let’s continue this at the hotel.”

#matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #matty healy the 1975 #matty the 1975 #the 1975 fic #the 1975 #matty healy x you #matty x reader #matty healy x y/n

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fics-n-stuff · 2 years

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Molly Ringwald is an Absolute Babe

Pairing: Robin Buckley × Reader (fem)

Summary: Y/N comes into the video store every weekend, and Steve is convinced that she's been flirting with Robin. Robin isn't so convinced, until a certain movie selection prompts a shift in their dynamic.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Despite my bisexuality and crushes on many a female fictional character, this is the first fic I've written for any of them. Idk how much I like it but Robin was occupying alot of brain space and I needed to write something.

You pushed open the door to Family Video and headed straight for the desk. It was right before closing on Friday evening and you were worried that they would be getting ready to close up shop, but Steve was behind the counter with a smile as you walked over.

“Hey, do you have the movie Personal Best?” You asked.

“Uh... not sure, let me check.” He replied and turned to the computer. You waited as he typed it into the inventory search. “No, doesn’t look like it. If you want, I could order it in for you, it would probably arrive in a couple of weeks.”

“Yeah, that would be great, thanks. It’s from 1982, Mariel Hemingway and Patrice Donelly.”

“No problem. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No thanks, I’m just gonna grab a couple other movies.” You smiled and stepped away.

You did a bit of browsing in the romcom section and settled on The Breakfast Club, before making a beeline to the familiar shelf where they kept The Rocky Horror Picture Show and grabbing that too before you returned to the counter. You set the tapes down on the counter and handed your ID over to Steve.

“Rocky Horror again. What’s that, four times?” He joked.

“Five I think.” You chuckled. You looked around the store, your eyes searching for the other employee, as Steve checked out your movies. You spotted Robin talking to a mom and daughter over by the kids’ animations and smiled subconsciously.

Steve passed your ID back to you and you handed over the money for the movies, turning to leave with a thanks and an exchange of goodbyes.

“Robin!” You called across the store, and she turned to find the origin of her name. When she spotted you, she smiled. You smiled back, giving a wave before heading out the door.

Robin finished up with the mom and daughter and found the place empty after they left. Her and Steve started cleaning up, getting ready to close up shop. While she was sweeping the floor, Steve came up beside her.

“I’m right.” Steve said smugly, leaning against the counter. “I’m right and you know I’m right.”

“Right about what?”

“Dude! Y/N likes you!”

“Steve, no. We’ve been over this, okay? It’s not the same for me as it is for you.” She replied, shaking her head.

“Yeah, I know that Robin, but listen. She is here every weekend and if I serve her then she makes sure she says hi to you, but if you serve her then I only get a hello if I spot her first.”

“So she likes me more than you, big whoop.” Robin shrugged and went to put the broom away. Steve flicked off the lights and grabbed the key, and they closed up shop and headed to Steve’s car.

“Robin, Y/N likes you. I promise.”

“You can’t promise me that, Steve. In fact, you can’t even promise me that she’s gay.”

“She rented Rocky Horror for the fifth time in four months today. And every time she comes in she rents something with a babe in it; this time it was The Breakfast Club, and you can’t deny that Molly Ringwald is an absolute babe.” Steve argued passionately.

“She could just have easily have gotten it for Judd Nelson.” Robin refuted.

“For god’s sake Robin can you just open your eyes for one goddamn minute? She’s gay! She’s gay and she likes you. I’ve had enough girls like me to know what a girl looks like when they like you.”

“Wow, that wasn’t a casual brag at all.”

“Not the point.” Steve groaned in annoyance.

“Well, no offense Harrington, but you’re not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed and I don’t feel comfortable taking your word on something so important.” Robin said. “I can’t risk making a move without being certain that she likes girls.”

“I am certain that she likes girls.”

“Well I’m not.”

Steve rounded the last corner onto Robin's street and pulled up to the curb outside her house. She reached over to grab her bag from where she had dumped it on the backseat and pushed her door open.

“All I’m saying is, you’re never gonna get a girlfriend if you’re too paranoid to realise when a girl likes you.” He said as she climbed out of the car.

“Okay, thank you Steve.” Robin droned.

“Molly Ringwald!” Steve called as she swung the door shut. She responded by flipping him of through the window before heading up to her house.

+ + +

“Hey Steve! Did my movie come in yet?” You asked eagerly as you came up to the Family Video desk, handing over the tapes that you had rented the previous weekend: Victor/Victoria and Back to the Future.

It was Saturday morning and it had been two weeks since Steve had ordered Personal Best in for you, so you were hopeful that it had arrived.

“Yes, it did.” Steve smiled, producing a tape from under the desk and holding it up triumphantly. “I read the blurb on the jacket, sounds interesting.”

“Really, you think?” You questioned, knowing full well that the blurb revealed that it was a movie about two female athletes who fall in love.

“Yeah. I like a good sports flick.” He put the tape down on the counter and slid it over to you. “Let me guess, you’re gonna go pick out a musical before you check out?”

“Ugh, you know me so well Harrington.” You smiled, snatching up the tape and stepping back from the counter. He chuckled as you walked away, off to browse the shelves for a musical that took your fancy.

As you rounded a corner you came upon Robin tidying up a shelf and stopped dead in your tracks, your heart stopping for a moment. You steadied yourself with a deep breath and headed over.

“Hey, Robin.” You greeted and she turned away from the shelf to face you.

“Oh, hey Y/N.” She smiled. “Come for your weekly movies?”

“Of course.” You chuckled, holding up the tape in your hand. “I’m especially excited about this week, Steve ordered this one in for me special.”

“Oh yeah, he mentioned. He said it was something I might like but I never got around to reading the blurb.”

“Here, read it now.” He held it out to her and watched as she took it from your hand. You watched her closely as she read it wanting to see how she reacted to the gay detail. She made a little gasp and her eyebrows rose slightly, presumably as she got to that reveal, but there was no indication of whether that was a positive or negative reaction. You held your breath.

“Yeah, I guess Steve was right.” She laughed slightly, handing the tape back to you.

“Sounds like something you’d enjoy?”

“Yeah. Maybe I’ll rent it myself when you’re done with it.” You smiled at that, hoping to God that this meant what you hoped it meant. “Anyway, um, I better get back to work and you probably want to find your second movie.”

“Yeah, I should probably do that.” You laughed a little awkwardly and shuffled around Robin in the aisle. “I’ll see you next week then.”

“Yeah, see you next week.” She smiled, then you turned and headed down the aisle and she turned back to the shelf.

You picked out The Sound of Music and checked out with Steve before leaving. Your best friend, Lisa, was waiting for you in the car and she gave you an in credulous look when you skid in behind the wheel with a sigh.

“You still didn’t ask her out, did you?” She questioned, but already knowing the answer.

“No, I couldn’t. But, I am almost one hundred percent certain that she’s gay now.”

“Oh, really? How come?”

“Well, when she read the blurb for Personal Best she said that it was something that she would like to watch.”

“Oh my God, Y/N, that was the perfect opportunity to ask her to watch it with you! I can’t believe you missed that shot.”

“I was nervous, Lisa! I let it get awkward because I didn’t know what to say.” You pouted.

“Whatever. Can we go to Jessica’s party now?”

“Yeah.” You huffed, starting up the car and manoeuvring out of your parking space.

“Next week. You have to do it next week.” Lisa said. “Otherwise you’re just gonna chicken out of it forever.”

“Yeah, okay. Next week.” You muttered.

+ + +

When you walked into Family Video the following Saturday, you were both happy and terrified to see Robin standing behind the counter. You walked around the store to give yourself time to work up the courage to say what you wanted to say to her, picking out your movies for this weekend.

With one last deep breath, you mustered your most confident smile and headed up to the counter.

“Hey, Y/N.” Robin greeted happily as you approached. “How you doing?”

“Good.” You nodded. “How about you?” You slid the tapes you were returning across the counter to her and placed the ones you were checking out down too.

“Good.” She echoed. You watched her put into the records that you had returned last week’s tapes before grabbing the other two off the counter. “Rocky and Mary Poppins.” She read the titles aloud with a chuckle “Interesting pairing.”

“Well, my brother asked for Rocky and I decided that I’m on a bit of a Julie Andrew’s kick.” You smiled.

“Nice.” She nodded. You handed over your ID to check the tapes out and took another deep breath to psyche yourself up.

“Hey, so, Robin, I was thinking maybe you’d wanna catch a movie with me tonight?” You said quickly before you could chicken out. You saw her hands falter as she checked out the tapes and hoped to God that you weren’t making a huge mistake.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” She sputtered, a surprised smile slowly growing on her face. “I’d like that.”

“Great.” You grinned, letting out a laugh of relief. “The theatre just started showing Pretty in Pink, I can pick you up after work?”

“Sounds great. Pick me up after closing, about 8:15?”

“Okay, I’ll be back in a few hours.” You smiled. Robin handed you the tapes and your ID and you exchanged slightly awkward goodbyes before you left.

“What was that?” Steve asked with a suggestive smirk as he returned to the counter and sidled up beside Robin.

“Um, you don’t have to give me a ride home from work today.” She answered a bit shyly.

“Wait, seriously?” He checked. Robin bit her lip to suppress her grin and nodded. “Oh my God, that’s awesome! What are going to do?”

“We’re gonna go see Pretty in Pink at the movie theatre.” She answered.

“What did I tell you? Molly Ringwald.” Steve said smugly. Robin smacked him in the arm before they promptly ended their conversation as the next customer stepped up.

You arrived back at the video store at 8:10, a huge grin on your face as you pulled up to park outside. Most of the lights had been turned off but you could still see Robin and Steve tidying up through the window.

You waited patiently for Robin to come out, your fingers tapping on the steering wheel to the beat of the music playing out of the radio. Your window was filled down slightly, so you heard it when the door to the video store opened and Robin and Steve stepped out, bickering about something or other.

You watched Robin as she locked the store, and smiled when she turned in your direction and spotted you. Whatever comment she had been making to Steve died on her lips as she smiled back, raising her hand to wave at you. You rolled your window down further.

“You ready?” You called.

“Yep.” Robin nodded, finding her feet and starting towards you.

“Alright, you kids have fun.” Steve smiled teasingly. “See you on Monday, Robin.”

“Yeah, okay, bye Steve.” She waved hurriedly, walking around to the passenger side of your car. He looked at you and gave you a wink before heading for his own car. You rolled up your window and turned to look at Robin as she slid into the passenger seat of your car and put on her seatbelt.

“The next showing is at 9:00, so we’ve got some time to kill.” You said.

“That’s okay, we can just talk.” She replied apprehensively. You smiled again and nodded before starting up the engine and heading out of the parking lot. “I’ve never, um... I’ve never been on a date before.”

“Me neither.” You said. “Well, not a proper one, at least; I technically went on one date with Bobby Harris when I was thirteen but that was...” You trailed off, finishing your sentence with a performative shiver that made Robin laugh. “So does Steve, like, know..?”

“Yeah.” Robin nodded. “I told him in summer. He’s cool, if you were worried about that. He actually figured out that you like me before I did, so.” She added with a nervous chuckle. You thought it was cute. “Do any of your friends know?”

“Yeah, my friend Lisa. She’s captain of the debate team.”

“Oh, Lisa Jennings. She seems nice.”

“Yeah she’s the sweetest. She’s actually been pushing me to ask you out for, like, two months.”

“Really? Wait, oh my god, how long have you liked me?” She questioned, a look that mixed shock and amusement on her face.

“No, you don’t need to know that.” You chuckled with a gentle shake of your head.

“Please? I really wanna know. I feel like it would be good for my self confidence.” Robin smiled sweetly. You bit your lip nervously, glancing between her and the road, before letting out a sigh.

“Okay. You remember that time last year that band and theatre both thought they had the music room booked?”

“Yeah, it was a shit show.” She nodded.

“Okay, well, while the teachers were bickering about who actually had the room booked, you made a joke. I don’t even remember what it was, but the face you made when you made the people around you laugh was... really cute.” You explained.

“But that was, like, seven months ago.” She commented, and you stayed silent, pursing your lips as not to show how embarrassed you were at revealing just how long you had liked her. “Oh my God, that’s adorable.”

“Let’s not talk about that.” You mumbled.

You pulled into the parking lot of the movie theatre and slotted right into an empty parking space. You shut off the engine and checked your watch.

“We’ve still got half an hour.” You said.

“That’s okay. Gives us time to get popcorn and still get the good seats.” Robin replied.

The two of you headed in and bought your tickets and snacks, chatting happily as you went. You let her pick your seats and she sat you pretty much right in the middle of the theatre. You had expected the place to be a lot busier, given that it was a Saturday night showing of a big new movie, but there were only a handful of other people in the theatre so far. You supposed there was still about fifteen minutes for people to turn up before the showing started, but still. It was nice though; made you feel less nervous about being on a date.

You settled into your chair, a small bucket of popcorn on your lap and your drink in the cup holder next to you. Robin had the same, and she smiled over at you as she chewed a few kernels of popcorn.

“I guess I should have asked before I got here but, are you a fan of romcoms?” You asked her.

“Yeah, I mean, who doesn’t like a good romcom?” She nodded. “But I tend to prefer horror or, like, a mystery thriller. What about you?”

“I don’t know, I just like movies.” You shrugged, then added in a whisper: “Bonus points if there’s a pretty lady in it.”

“Oh, yeah, a hundred percent.” Robin giggled.

More people filtered in as the last minutes before the start of the showing passed, and eventually the theatre was just over half full.

“I’m really glad you asked me to come here with you.” Robin whispered, leaning in closer so only you would hear. “I would have been too nervous to make the first move.” She leaned back with an awkward smile, and you felt a goofy smile pull at your lips too. You went to reply, but the lights went down before you could open your mouth and the screen lit up as the first ad started to play through the speakers.

You had a faint smile on your lips throughout all the ads and trailers, sparing glances over at Robin every minute or so. When you looked over at her as the movie was starting, you caught her looking back at you. She smiled as she tossed another piece of popcorn into her mouth, and you suppressed the urge to grin by taking a sip of your drink.

Robin turned back to the screen, and your eyes lingered on her side profile for a moment before you followed suit. Then, as Molly Ringwald put in her earrings and applied her mascara, you felt Robin’s hand meet yours where it sat on the armrest.

You kept your eyes on the screen, smiling again, as you linked your fingers with hers, moving your arm to tuck your joined hands under the armrest to hide from any wandering eyes. You heard Robin let out a quiet sigh of relief and squeezed her hand slightly, very much looking forward to what was to come for the two of you.

#stranger things #robin buckley #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x y/n #steve harrington #robin and steve #robin stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things 4 #stranger things season four #stranger things fanfiction

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aliasrocket · 11 months

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I wanted to say something for an anonymous comment about feeling less embarrassed of having feelings for Rocket. I must say I totally understand that.

A month ago, when GOTG VOL 3 was released, I went to see it at the cinema with my mother, I spent the whole movie very excited for Rocket, but right in that scene where he is on the verge of death and he meets Lylla again, SOMETHING INSIDE IT CHANGED ABOUT ME, because when they were hugging I realized I was JEALOUS, and in my mind I thought "OH NO, IT'S HAPPENING TO ME AGAIN", because I always fall for characters that might be unconventional or weird to other people , then I start looking for fics and I realize that there are not many for the same reason, or there are many where it is more platonic and I think "IT IS NOT ENOUGH" And it's more complicated for me because my first language is not English and in my language there is NOTHING. So meeting people who write Rocket the way I imagined really makes me very happy. I'm even thinking about writing some one shots myself but it's hard, I've never written NSFW and I find it kind of funny that I want to start with Rocket.

Oh my god this was absolutely sweet.

Yes!! Everyone IT IS OKAY TO LIKE UNCONVENTIONAL CHARACTERS. LITERALLY, IT IS NOT A BIG DEAL!! JUST BE YOU!!!

And I’m really sorry there isn’t much fics in your language, but on the bright side I’m really happy that you’re at least able to read and write in english even if it isn’t your first language!

Also, yeah, in my experience, besides sighing the whole goddamn movie (except for the first 10 mins, I will give myself that,) I remember leaving the theatre in a sigh and going on ao3 like “ah shit, here we go again” bc this is the 1982838th time I’ve visited ao3 for some really obscure ship or an x reader fic for a very underrated character.

And about that Rocket smut, I understand how can it be daunting and I’d really love to help you!

Ykw, let me make a quick guide for anyone who’s scared of writing Rocket smut!! But for those of you who wouldn’t wanna read some real ugly/stupid stuff, don’t press the ‘keep reading’ line, haha.

a quick (and definitely unhinged) guide to writing Rocket smut XD

OBVIOUS NSFW WARNING!!! It gets ugly guys please THIS IS YOUR WARNING I’M NOT JOKING!!

If you’re uncomfortable with heavy nsfw please turn away now!!

written by aliasrocket (89P13 on ao3 hehe)

Suitable for any smut involving Rocket! (Looking at you guys, roquill shippers. Don’t worry, I welcome all ships on my blog <3)

This is supposed to be a writing smut guide specifically meant for Rocket so I’m not gonna go into the basics of writing smut, but if you’re a total beginner, here’s some pointers to help :

the genitals, legs, muscles, brain : main places that tend to be the most stimulated, exhausted or absolutely wiped. That being said, you can use these as a starting point for describing the feelings the characters or the reader may feel in the moment.

besides the main thing, you could try to set the mood by maybe mentioning how the moans sounded like, (screams, squeals, cries etc.) and other things the characters were doing to ground them in the moment, like gripping the sheets, gripping the other person’s shoulder or hips, etc.

Okay, so, about Rocket in particular …

Yeah, of course writing smut about a fucking Raccoon isn’t going to be fucking easy. But don’t worry, as someone who has studied all 3 gotg films and slowed down quite possibly every single Rocket clip in existence (enough to know Rocket … is genuinely CANONICALLY is very particular/skilled with his fingers, he knows where he’s putting them and knows EXACTLY which buttons to press on any tech, so … definitely good at using his fingers if you catch my drift) I think I might have gotten the hang of it to help some of you guys out.

So first off, when I write Rocket smut I always imagine he’s his comic height instead of his mcu height (don’t search it up, you’re just gonna be depressed about it trust me) so all you have to know is that if he pressed you up against a wall his head would be around your shoulder blade area. For missionary, he’s probably around your collarbone.

Rocket canonically has sharp and absolutely grown out nails. No, they’re not retractible. I’ve done research on this, but if you’d like to write him fingering someone, Rocket can have his nails trimmed.

It would hurt if Rocket bit you. Like, it would fucking bleed. So I’m sorry to say to those biting kink girlies (those are me hi) but Rocket can only afford to give you or someone else some nibbles on the skin unless you guys want some serious bloodplay on your hands. This is because he has protruding fangs on both his upper and lower row of teeth, his lower ones more prominent than the top.

Rocket can, however, eat you out. Don’t wanna get too into depth with this but basically his tongue can stick out his muzzle pretty well and his nose makes for a good clit-stimulator HAHAHAH

!!! : (this is going to be a description of the average raccoon penis so skip this if you don’t wanna know about this because you can DEFINITELY write Rocket smut without having to know this so please be free) I had to research this for a very specific request (pls ily shameless anon/pos) and I almost cried out of the loss of my sanity but anyway, raccoons have a baculum bone which is basically a bone in their penis that helps with copulation, its average length is about 4 inches but can be longer if you catch my drift. The genital itself is a like a rod with a ‘spiky’ end (it’s not actually spiky but it looks that way) compared to human genitalia, kind of like a cat’s but much longer and it is a very dark shade of brown or just plain black. Feel free to use any of these for a possible description if ever you need it, though I never really talk about it in fics, especially the whole ‘spiky’ thing. That being said, Rocket should not have an issue with size, as the the average human male genitalia is about five inches, meaning he can hit anyone’s g-spot just fine.

I might add more points if I have any more but this is all I got right now. I really hope this somehow encouraged you to write that nsfw fic you wanted, and just know everyone’s got interests, it’s fine if not a lot of people irl are into Rocket that way, because that’s literally what the internet is for!

#omg I am so sorry guys please forgive me #but if you are considering writing your own Rocket smut this might be helpful #this is so unhinged omg HAHAHA #guardians of the galaxy #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon fanfic #rocket raccoon imagine #rocket raccoon x you #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket gotg #ask reply #ask response #ask away!#thanks for the ask!#send dirty asks #.alias.help.

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hot-girls-favorite-is-daniel · 3 months

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I love having to explain to people exactly how obsessed with SIX I was

like my friends will point out when it’s coming to my city and I’m like “yes honey I’ve known, I’ve known since 8 months ago and I have tickets don’t worry” and then when I mentioned six fanfiction and my friend was like “wait people write fanfiction about it?” “Yes and I’ve read so so many that I had to read wattpads fics FUCKING WATTPAD, if you read the six the musical fics on there you would know….I also know like every ship of the six and probably have read a diff of it” “PEOPLE SHIP THEM?!?!? Aren’t they like cousins?” “Yes but luckily the fandom is small enough no one ships the incest ✌️😜”

then he went on to tell me I was the person that drew Miku binder Tomas Jefferson 😭😭😭

and then when someone sends u a six meme and u have to pretend you’ve seen it for the first time (so that they keep talking abt ur intrest)

one time I was in a little six the musical thingy and the director was asking everyone abt a “little” background about the queens and one person from each group would answer, (I was in the Boylens, but like ofc bc I literally am Anne Boylen and the main character soooo) AND A KID FROM MY GROUP SHOT UP HER HAND AND THE TEACHER CALLED ON HER AND THE SHIT SHE SAID WAS “she uh grew up in France and then married the king and then flirted with 3 guys and then got beheaded” LIKE NO BITCH SHE DID NOT DONT RAISE UR HAND IF UR GUNNA LIE TO US DHFHJFJDIDISKSJSJWHUEUEUE SO THEN I RAISED MY HAND TO HELP HER PUT THERE 😭😭😭✌️😭

ALSO I TAUGHT MY GROUP SO MUCH SHIT ABT HER IN FACT EVERYONE AT THAT PLACE KNEW I WAS THE HISTORY ONE SO THEY WOULD COME UP TO ME AND BE LIKE “hey _____ do u know anything about Anna of Cleves” UMMM HELL YEAH !!!!!!! IT WAS SO FUN 🤭🤭🤭🤭

another time I was doing Karoke and me & my friend wanted to sing SIX and she’s like “so which song” and I’m like “I know the lines to like all of them so we can do any one”

one time my friends said “her forehead is so big it could be Library full of SIX facts” 💪

also I had(ve) no friends that were this intensely or at all obsessed with it so I would literally be fucking texting myself links to videos and stuff

Also like one time I got jumpscared bc out of the corner of my eye I saw Santa Claus and thought it was H*nry VIII

Also I have seen almost every single one of Art E’s (person who made six the kids) tumblr posts + may or may not have also gotten a virus (no fr I’m not sure) from tumblr when scrolling through six posts

whenever I couldn’t sleep or was home alone yes I would perform six and yes I would know most of the lines

the biggest album on my phone is six photos + I have separate albums for every queen and their kids

also I have seen pretty much every incorrect SIX quote and they are pretty much inside jokes with myself

when I would get really anxious I would imagine my life if I was an actor on tour playing Boylen and my friendship which each of the other random actors and also I would imagine my favorite six six (the last song) animatic

there were times where I could hardly do anything without thinking “OMG THIS IS SO JANE SEYMOUR LIKE I,AGINE IF THE QUEENS WERE HERE AND JEHFJDJWKWKWMMA” (to myself in my head I’m not annoying like that….well to anyone but G)

I wanted to make a Anne Boylen cosplay SOOOO BAD despite having no cosplay skills one time I tried to make one for a belle doll I bought at goodwill speicifically for that purpose and also one out of cardboard

I have an album with all of the bootlegs I could find that aren’t just a black screen and can send it to u

and yet although I’ve been obsessed for 2-3 years I have hardly made any art for it and just have like 50 million unfinished sketches and may or may not have unfinished fanfics and so so many mental ideas of animatics (idk how to animate) that I abandoned after a day and I own 4 pieces of merch that I didn’t make myself (7 if u include the stuff I made) ✌️😭 ✌️😖

when I was bored instead of watching a Netiflix show or listening to music like a normal person, oh no, I would rewatch H*nry VIII oversimplified I’ve seen it like 10 times honestly a banger

Also if you know these 3 songs you are SUCH a real one and I love you;

-divorced behead and died 🗣️🔥💯‼️ divorced beheaded survived 🗣️🔥💯‼️ IM H*NRY VIII IVE HAD 6 SORRY WIVES YOU COULD SAY I RUINEDTHEIR LIVES 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯💯‼️‼️‼️

-H*NRY H*NRY H*NRY HAD SO MANY WIVES THAT HAD TO DIE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯‼️‼️‼️‼️ H*NRY H*NRY H*NRY HAD SO MANY ONLY ONE SURVIED ☝️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥💯💯💯‼️‼️‼️

-ITS SO SUPER CRAZY THAT I GOT TO BE QUEEN 🗣️🔥🔥💯‼️‼️‼️ THE ODDS WERE AGAISNT IT IF U KNOW WHAT I MEAN OFC I WAS THE DAUGHTER TO A POWERFUL KING BUT I NEVER THOUGHT I’D END UP WEARING THIS THING 👑👑🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯‼️‼️‼️‼️

Also yes I censor H*nry and not fuck bc it’s funny and I like that it’s like a little with us six fans 💪 as well as Henrat

also I did a history project on Elizabeth I

also at another preppy little thing I did was think which of my friends are each of the queens bc I’m Boylen therefore we all have to be besties

And I could write something probably longer than this post abt my head canons of what I think their personality would be like au’s how I think their friendships are to each other what they would like and dislike, basically a really advanced sim and yes I have made them in the sims but sims 3 won’t let me have more than 8 so Edward had to go also Eddy is an iPad kid bc I deicided like come on Jane would so give him and iPad and be like “oh yes ofc I will pay 20 dollars so u can have new robux 😇”

also I have every single one of the queens and their kids deathdays on my calendar (Mae is not included) as well as their birthdays

also it has been 2 years and I still remeber the time and date I saw six for the first time (cried 6 times 3 when it started 3 when it ended) 💪💪💪

being a SIX fan is having no clue what to say when someone asks how many wars H*nry fought but knowing the amount of miscarriages Lina had

fun fact: Henry killed thousands more ppl than Mary ✌️😜

One time I got in like a 30 minute argument with my friends Snapchat ai about whether or not H*nry deserves decent human respect BITCH JUST BCZ IT WAS A “DIFFRENT TIME” DOESNT KAKE IT OKAY” 😤😤😤

ALSO I HAVE SOOOO MANY UNPOPULAR OPINIONS AND ALSO KATHRYN PARR IS SPELT WITH A K GUYS GET IT RIGHT BC ELIZABETH MADE HER A FRENCH VERSION OF ONE OF HER BOOKS AND PUT HER INITIALS ON IT WHIC WERE KP ‼️‼️‼️

Also fun fact Elizabeth signed everything Elizabeth R because R means Regina which means queen in Latin or something and Elisabeth could speak SOOO MANY diffrent Languages.

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when will my time be? | s.h

steve harrington x fem!reader

TW: infertility, pregnancy, allusion to sex, nancy being a little bad and r being sensitive, comfort, fluff, steve being a love, angst, pregnancy loss and ab*rtion.

(i faithfully believe that the woman can do what she pleases with her body but this chapter is inspired by real and personal situations with a touch of charlotte york and her fertility problems <3)

when you and Steve got married, you started your life plans, you moved to Chicago, you used all the strength and needs possible to survive and be established, you were roommates with Robin for at least four years before raising enough money to buy a beautiful home.

but you and steve had one goal now that all your main and basic goals had been achieved, having a baby, even if it seemed like just steve's fantasy, having a house full of babies and taking care of them as well as loving them, had also been yours. they were both only children who hadn't had the sense to have children at some point not until they met the crew.

you and him had been trying for six months, you had tried everything, up, down, with and without a condom, on the couch, in the shower, in the car, in the pool and they had even taken the risk of having sex in the bathroom of one of the Robin's parties but still there was only one line on the pregnancy test, like now.

just a scratch on that stupid piece of plastic.

you had never told steve that this affected you, you always showed him a smile and told him that they could keep trying while you threw the negative pregnancy test in the trash can.

when steve left you at the restaurant where you met Robin, Nancy and Chrissy, taking the box of Tampax, because sadly this morning you had gotten your period, once again.

“look, she brought the party to the table” robin spoke looking at the box before seeing you almost throw your bag on the chair.

“i’m never going to get pregnant and all i can think about is all the women who get pregnant and have positive tests” you spoke clearly frustrated, you felt like you were doing everything possible and failing with every little step you took.

Chrissy couldn't help but look at Nancy and Nancy, nor could she help but look at Robin while you trembled in frustration in front of them.

“i’ve been trying for five months and…nothing” you exclaimed, taking the letter to start ordering.

“honey, don't worry, you will get pregnant” Chrissy spoke trying to calm you down but she couldn't.

“when? when does Eddie finish putting together the plastic castle he gave Sydney for Christmas?” you exclaimed, “once a test comes out negative, everything else diminishes, planning a party at the inn is much easier than planning this baby.”

“if it is so difficult for you to get pregnant, how the hell can you count how many babies cry on airplanes?” Robin put her spoon into his ice cream, looking at her best friend's wife, it was more than obvious that she knew about her fertility problems, Steve was telling her everything, really frustrated.

Nancy couldn't help but laugh at that joke but you couldn't help but look at her and raise your eyebrow either.

“i don't think it's something we should laugh and making jokes,” you commented, lowering the letter and looking at the two of them.

“I thought this was a lunch with friends, not an infertility seminar,” Nancy responded, making your posture straighten and a lump in your throat automatically.

“Okay, okay, let's not be cruel, baby, do you want something from the menu?” Chrissy focused on you and how you played with your wedding ring.

“it’s me, i’m the problem why we can't have a baby” you responded really hurt “steve is perfect, it's me, it's really me” Chrissy could only deny, becoming more upset “so what is it? im tired of hearing stories from my gynecologist about people getting pregnant after finishing treatment or about mothers who haven't even tried and get pregnant. We have tried everything up, down, with and without a condom, on the couch, in the shower, in the car, in the pool, at work, everywhere and nothing” you wanted to cry from frustration and all you had to do was vent with your thoughts friends

“now about this! it’s what entertains me” Robin joked while eating his salad and watching nancy amusedly as he couldn't stop looking at Chrissy.

Nancy's eyes were guilty, sad, but more guilty than sad, they weren't listening to the conversation you were having with Robin, talking about how many times you had done it with Steve without a condom.

“75 times, do you have any idea how much excellent semen was wasted?” you exclaimed sternly in a low voice.

“i don't know, ask Chrissy” Robin pointed at the redhead making her laugh.

“sometimes i would love to get pregnant by mistake” you said, opening the letter again to see if you could occupy your mind with something but again Nancy looked at Chrissy and vice versa, there was no sadness, just guilt and more guilt “okay, what about the looks nancy?” You lowered the letter looking at Nancy's blue eyes and her hair behind her ears.

there was something new about her that wasn't, nothing physical or aesthetic and even nothing to do with the few accessories she wore or the makeup, it was something more...it was a glow.

“it’s nothing,” Nancy spoke somewhat softly, raising her shoulders.

“you’re sitting there, not saying anything or a word, you have that look on your face and i think you're judging me with Chrissy, it's because i sound pathetic and you think that, is it true?” You spoke looking at her hoping for a positive response.

you expected a “yes, i think you’re being pathetic for being obsessed with having swollen feet, nausea or the fact of wanting to have a baby”, you expected a mockery from Nancy or a speech about your career and work at the inn but never the words. that were going to come out of his mouth.

“it’s not that, and i think it's not the best time to say this” Nancy put down her fork to stare at you and you only listened to Chrissy's complaints and especially Robin's complaints asking her not to say anything in a whisper “i know you don't want to hear this but-"

“can someone tell me what the hell is going on?” You looked at all your friends before returning your gaze to Nancy.

“i’m pregnant,” Nancy said, looking at you waiting for another answer. “Believe me, i didn't plan it.”

they weren't the words that you didn't need because you were already breaking down inside, trying not to cry in front of your three friends or the diners at the restaurant.

"what are you going to do?" you blurted out with a broken voice, you didn't know what else to think, Nancy had said many times that her plans were not to be a mother here until she was at least 35.

Nancy could only look at Robin and then at Chrissy but never at you, knowing that her response could make you feel worse.

words were not needed to reach a conclusion: “i will leave, i cannot be present at your abortion talk.”

the next thing you did was take a taxi and go to work, it was your day off but you didn't want to be around anyone other than strangers who wouldn't look at you with pity or something. steve waited for you all afternoon, he called Chrissy but he couldn't find her because she had three girls to attend to, Nancy didn't answer but Robin did, explaining everything that happened at lunch.

steve didn't think twice, he took his car keys, a jacket and drove to the inn where you worked, finding you in the small greenhouse house sitting on the ground reading one of your many books that you always had in your car or bag.

“there you are,” Steve murmured, taking his jacket and putting it over your shoulders. Your cheeks were soaked and his eyes were red. “i thought something had happened to you.”

“i’m defective” you blurted out without looking up from your maternity book, you had read so much that it already felt stupid to do so now “I can't give you a baby and I don't deserve to be married to you if I don't give it to you.”

steve’s heart hurt just hearing you talk about yourself like that, he denied, taking the books you had in your lap before sitting with you on the floor, “you're not defective, what are you talking about, honey? maybe it's just not our time yet.”

steve had talked and bugged everyone, especially eddie and hopper, about how he wanted to be a father but he just couldn't push you and he thought he was the problem here.

“so when will it be?” you murmured, “when will my time be?”

"what's all this about? I thought you were...neutral and okay about the search for the baby." Steve knew you were lying about being okay with the constant negative tests. "did something happen?"

“nancy is pregnant” you laughed sadly “she is pregnant! and she wasn't even planning on it, she don't wait four weeks to get off the birth control pill, didn’t stop smoking, drinking beer, taking vitamin B every day or just taking care of myself. she just had sex without a condom and boom! a bun in the oven” you were frustrated and Steve could hear it in your tone of voice “but i was cruel to her”

“wow, pregnant nancy…maybe this news is the least pleasant for you but nancy is our friend, you love nancy and she loves you” steve took your face in his hands to caress your cheeks “and i know, i talked to Robin, you weren't cruel to her…you're just not ready for these conversations, my love.”

steve kissed your nose and let you cry in his arms, sitting on his lap, letting you hide your face in his neck and let out all that pain you had inside you.

the next three weeks you didn't talk to anyone except steve, you had a routine, work, home and from home to work, a routine that you had planned once you finished crying in the booth in steve's arms.

steve was worried about you but he wouldn't say anything until he got out of his hands, he was in charge of driving to your work and taking you to lunch anywhere, be it home or a restaurant, he was going to get you after work, because he loved you and wanted you to be healthy. They had stopped trying, Steve told you that he would not touch you until you feel good and it was your decision really from the heart and not out of obligation.

you had told Steve that you had been organizing the lunch of a woman named Emily who was president of a club, so it had been your only intrapersonal interaction that week on your own, she was the first person to whom you were totally sincere in addition to being a help, it was someone who knew in your opinion and you had really listened to her.

steve had seen you in a good mood that morning, you had made breakfast and you had told him that you would cook lunch too, helped you clean and water your plants that you had in the backyard until considered calling and informing that would take one more day off just to be with you.

"this morning i sent flowers to Nancy" you told steve cutting the lettuce "i made the arrangement myself, i used the most beautiful flowers and i sent them to the baby boy and nancy” yeah, nancy was excepting a beautiful baby boy.

steve smiled when he saw you smile for the first time in weeks approaching you "that sounds... excellent, my love" steve kissed your forehead "did you do anything else while i was away?"

"i did the shopping, bought flowers, found new dishes and i couldn't help but drink cups of hello kitty" you smiled leaving the lettuce in the salad bowl before they knocked on the door "it must be my order for dessert!"

you approached the door waiting to see the delivery man with the almost two-liter mint ice cream from steve's favorite ice cream shop but instead you found a man in a suit, with a picnic basket with a dog in it with a pink bow along with a note.

“you will give her a better home full of love that someone else could give her

— emily turk”

it was a special delivery from emily, an eight-pound, two-ounz Spanish cocker baby.

“oh my God” you murmured with a smile taking the puppy in your arms, bringing her closer to your face to give her a kiss on her wet nose “hello beautiful, are you hungry?”

steve thought that something had happened, in addition to being more attentive to you he was more overprotective with everything in front of you, when he arrived at the hall to find you with a puppy in his arms and a smile, one that he did not see five minutes ago or one that he saw this morning made him also smile.

“who is that?” Steve asked you leaning on the threshold of the wall

“she’s a present!” You smiled and spoke with enthusiasm, “can we keep it?” you tried to get closer, but Steve took the initiative to do it

“everything that makes you smile like that would be crazy to say no” steve kissed your forehead and put his hand on the puppy’s head “what’s her name?”

“princess dandy ridge brandy wine” you said her name, the one that Emily had given her when you met the puppy, a name that she didn’t like and honestly you didn’t like either

“it’s impossible to pronounce it, baby, you have to change it” steve laugh placing his arm on your shoulders

“what do we call you, beautiful?” You smiled watching the dog smell you and steve “who is the cutest girl in the world?”

“besides you, i don’t think there’s another prettiest girl in the world” steve kissed your cheek making you laugh

“elizabeth taylor harrington” you smiled at her before taking her and taking her to your kitchen where you began to watch her explore the house from the ground

Steve couldn’t help but do the same and see you smile next to him seeing his pet together, the anxiety was gone, the pain continued but it wasn’t very noticeable anymore, his heart was healing and they still wanted to have that baby but for now they would heal their anxiety with this new adventure that came to them.

although a month after giving up and without thinking about it, planning or organizing it you ended up with a positive test in your hand and an ultrasound in the other two days later, along with a cute pink bandana for Elizabeth Taylor that said “big sister”.

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Steady Heart

Chapter 13: The Devil Never Sleeps

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

* Warnings: language, serious injury, feelings of being stalked

* Word count: 3,260ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

Stella and Rip galloped up to the barn. They were running on a time clock and it was almost out. The fish and wildlife officer was almost done setting up Snoopy. ‘Fair choice,’ Stella assessed. She knew Snoopy well. He was as solid as a rock for the most part. Lee, Kayce, and she had made sure of it. She quickly got the idea the officer wasn’t fond of having to be here.

“You the ones taking me to see the bear?”

They both nodded, but Stella decided to let Rip do the talking. “Yes ma’am.”

The officer turned around to look at them. “Officer Skyles, not ma’am.”

“Alright.” Rip mumbled. Stella clenched her jaw and had to use every ounce of strength she possessed to hold back the eye roll at the lady officer’s attitude.

“How fars the ride?”

“Mm, it’s a few hours.” Rip answered shortly.

“You Mr. Wheeler and Miss Daniels? The ones who shot the bear?”

“Yes ma’am— Officer Skyles. I’m the one that shot it, yeah.” Rip admitted.

“Is this the rifle?”

“Yes.”

Officer Skyles took the rifle from its saddle holster and locked it up in her truck. Rip huffed and rolled his eyes. Stella frowned from her saddle. The officer walked back to the gelding she was borrowing and climbed up into her seat. Stella observed that she sat well, but you could tell the woman was uncomfortable.

‘For fish and wildlife you’d think she would be more comfortable on a horse.’ Stella thought. “So are we headed out?” She asked.

The officer’s eyes lit up. “Oh so she speaks?”

“Sometimes.” Stella replied curtly. Rip eyed her, giving her a silent warning. The last thing they needed was Stella popping off. She glanced at him and hoped he picked up on that there wasn’t anything to worry about. She was practicing her best impression of him. Stoic, monosyllabic, not giving much to go on.

“Yeah let’s get this show on the road.” The officer cut through Stella’s internal monologue.

Having a quiet ride with other people seemed to be the running theme of a joke that Stella felt like she was the butt end of. She ignored the voice in her head trying to weave its negativity through her thoughts. Her head teetered back and forth in a pattern, keeping an eye out of anything troublesome. Rip did the same, but slower.

Officer Skyles attempted to make small talk. “Heard a lot of rumors about you Mr. Wheeler. All of them bad. Even a few about you Miss Daniels.”

Rip hummed in response. “Well most are probably true.”

“I’m not sure what you heard about me, but depending on who it’s in connection with, it’s likely true.” Stella acknowledged.

Officer Skyles looked at Rip. “I sure hope not. For your sake.” She glanced back at Stella. “Also for yours.” Stella made a face behind the woman’s back. “Hey, both of you ride in front of me please.”

Stella started to come around the left side of the officer. She didn’t feel like arguing. She’d had enough of that the last few days. Rip didn’t move from where he was positioned. He pointed at the Snoopy’s hind end. Stella followed his hand and saw there was a horse fly.

Rip mentioned it to Officer Skyles. “He’s got a horse fly on his rump there.”

“I don’t see a horse fly.” The officer scoffed.

“Well I can see it from here. It’s massive.” Stella offered.

“You want me to swat it before your horse—” Rip tried.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch my horse, do you understand me?” Skyles interrupted.

“Just let him get it, my god.” Stella said exasperated.

“Listen if that fly bites his ass—” Rip couldn’t finish his sentence. The officer’s horse neighed loudly at the intrusion of the fly bite and started crow hopping. It turned into a rear and he took off. “Nobody ever fuckin’ listens to me,” Rip said in disbelief and kicked his horse into gear.

Stella rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe this is fuckin’ happening.” She followed at a trot to the top of the hill in between the trees. They watched as Skyles bounced and lost her balance on the saddle. She grabbed the horn of her saddle and tried to hold on for dear life. The pair saw the officer’s reins slip.

Rip yelled to her. “You lost your reins!”

“Jump!” Stella tried to offer some help.

Skyles disappeared around a group of trees and not long after they heard her scream. Without a second guess, they flew off to find her. When they came around the trees, Stella’s eyes widened and felt the color drown from her face. The woman was laying on the ground with a fence post coming through her midsection, Snoopy stuck in barbed wire on the ground.

Getting closer, Stella slid off Abigail and Rip off of Dude. Rip went up to the officer and Stella went to Snoopy who was tangled. She could hear the conversation in the background.

“Oh my god I’m gonna die.”

“No you ain’t gonna die. Cause if you die, they’re gonna think we did this too.” He went to his saddle to get the walkie to call for Viggo. “Viggo, I need the chopper at pasture 23 right fuckin’ now.” He held his hand out to Skyles. “Give me your gun.”

Hearing those words, Stella knew Rip was going to try and put down the gelding. “No Rip, wait! I’ll get him out!” Her breathing picked up as she worked faster, cutting a few of her fingers and her hands in the process. “Fuck!”

“Both of you listen to me, when that horse catches his breath, it’s gonna go berserk against those wires and it’s gonna drag her ass to death. Now gimme the gun.”

“You do not get my gun.” Skyles put the line in the sand. Stella was starting to come around to her.

Rip growled and went to get his wire cutters. “All this time I wasted cuttin’ this horse loose, I could be saving you.”

Stella snatched the cutters from him. “I’ll do it damn it.” She set to work. She kneeled down slowly by the Snoopy’s head and cut a few wires and Rip tried to get him up gently. Once the horse was up, Stella dropped back on her heels to sit on them and catch her breath and fix her glasses. Rip tried to wave all three of the horses away knowing they would find their way back to the ranch. Abigail whinnied and reared back at Rip not wanting to follow his direction. She trotted just outside of his reach so he couldn’t grab her.

Stella growled. Abigail was already agitated and seeing Rip try to wave her away made her want to hit him with a log. A wave of satisfaction washed over her that Abigail didn’t leave. “Take the fuckin’ cutters.” Stella shoved them at the foreman not entirely sure what he was about to do. “I’ll take Abigail and go back to the house when the helicopter gets here. I’ll tell John where you’re going and what happened. That way no one, including my brother, thinks we’re dead.”

He nodded and bent down behind the officer and cut the few pieces of barbed wire that were tangled around her. She moaned at the movement caused by cutting it.

In a gentle voice he said to the officer, “you’re all right. Okay.” He fixed his hat and came around the front of Skyles. “Okay now, if I pull this post from out of you it’s gonna kill you. So I’m gonna lift you from the ground, alright. Put your arms around me. Stella, come get her other side.”

Stella numbly stood and made sure Abigail would stay. She went to the opposite side of Skyles and braced herself for what was coming.

“We should, we should call somebody.”

“There is nobody to call. Alright? Now listen. You’ve got no reason to trust me. To trust us. But you have to.” Skyles nodded, but to Stella it looked like she was shivering. “Now please, put your arms around me and her.”

The next few minutes of trying to pull the post and the officer out of the ground were agonizing. Stella swore she would hear Skyles’ screams of pain for the next month.

They got her up and supported between the both of them. Stella saw something long enough for the injured officer to sit on. There was enough room next to her and she offered that spot to Rip. Abigail trailed along behind her girl.

Rip wrapped his arm around her back and tried to direct Stella to sit. She unwound his arm, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m fine. You sit. Keep an eye on her.” Rip squeezed her arm back and let go, taking a seat next to Skyles.

It was quiet for a few moments with the exception of the officer’s labored breathing. Considering she had a fence post sticking out of her abdomen, Stella thought she was doing pretty well.

Stella sat on the damp ground and stared blankly into the surrounding woods. She was trying to figure out where in life she’d gone wrong to end up in these weird and awful situations. She leaned an elbow on her knee and rested her chin in her hand. ‘Well the company you keep doesn’t help.’ Her eyes rolled at her thought. Yes, the Duttons appeared to be more trouble than she had thought at 14 years old, but that didn’t change anything now. Officer Skyles speaking to Rip broke her out of her head.

“I’m sorry I lost the horses.” Skyles apologized.

“Don’t worry. Horses always come home.” Rip offered some consolation.

Stella also lended support. “I’m sure they’re there now. Dude probably led the charge home.”

“I’m sure there’s a lesson in here somewhere.”

“Well, you figure it out? You let me know.” Rip said. Skyles moaned in pain. Rip looked concerned. “Don’t be dying on me now.”

“I’m not getting killed by a fuckin’ fence post. My ego won’t allow it.”

Rip and Stella laughed. In the distance Stella could hear the chopper getting closer. She clicked for Abigail and held a hand out for her. The large mare chuffed back at her and walked a few steps over to her girl. Stella grabbed her reins and stood. She petted the mare’s thick neck. Abigail’s eyes were still tinged with a wildness, but Stella wasn’t worried.

“Stella!” Rip yelled over the sound of the large machine getting closer. He jogged over to her. “You get back to the ranch safe without any trouble, you hear me? Tell John I’ll call him when I get to the hospital with her.”

“Okay!” The chopper was close to landing so she had to shout over the noise. She hitched Abigail to a nearby tree, making sure her mode of transportation wouldn’t leave her high and dry with all the noise. “I’ll help you get her to the helicopter!” The pair made their way to the injured officer. Stella on one side and Rip on the other.

“Listen, when the pain gets really bad,” Rip directed Skyles and squeezed her hand, “I want you to try and break it.”

“Okay.” She replied weakly.

“Alright. Come on Stella, let’s get her outta here.” They placed the officer’s arms around their shoulders and helped hoist her up.

After getting her seated as comfortably as they could, Stella grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. “Alright Officer Skyles. You make it through this, ya hear me? Ain’t no fence posts gonna be taking you out today.”

“Not a chance in hell.” She grinned.

“I’ll check in with y’all later on.” Stella hopped out of the chopper.

Rip went to climb in and swap places with her but stopped short and grabbed Stella by the arm. He brought her into a quick hug, handing her the walkie. “Viggo is channel 6. The bunkhouse is channel 3. Whoever has the bunkhouse walkie will answer. Don’t be afraid to use it.” That was his subtle way of saying they didn’t need to make an extra trip to the hospital today.

“Y’all be safe. Let me know when you get there.” Stella requested as she clipped the walkie on her belt. He nodded and crawled into the helicopter motioning to Viggo to take off.

Stella ducked and hurried over to Abigail. The large craft took off and went in the direction of the hospital. As it made its journey out of the clearing, the decibel level went back to normal and Stella could think straight again. ‘Ride home, tell John, get the horses up.’ She repeated this mantra over and over, trying to focus on the task at hand and not the fact that she was a good hour and a half away from the ranch. Trying to forget that she didn’t have a rifle or a pistol and only had a little hunting knife on her. That it was just her and the wilderness. She’d gone out before by herself plenty of times, but not this far away from the ranch without someone else. They always used the buddy system when it was this far out from home.

She gave Abigail a few pets, and got into one of her saddle bags. Her hands were cut up from that barbed wire. She always kept a small first aid kit, but she didn’t think she had bandaids. At the very least she probably had medical tape, which would do in a pinch to keep her from bleeding all over the place.

Finding the small roll of tape, and the small bottle of alcohol she kept, she set out to clean her hands. With the sting of the alcohol she clenched her teeth and hissed, “fuck,” as the fiery liquid dripped off of her hands. She gave both hands a good shake letting the alcohol evaporate. Reaching into her bag, she grabbed the tape. She wrapped small pieces around a few of her fingers on her right hand, and around her palm on her left. The cut on her left hand was in the center of her hand, so wrapping a few strands of tape around her whole hand would have to suffice.

She put the tape and alcohol back and untied Abigail, giving her a few more pats on her shoulder. “Alright girl. It’s just you, me, and the way home. We got this.” Stepping up into her saddle she turned the large mare around toward the top of the hill where they came from before this mess had started. She squeezed her heels gently and Abigail began to trot off.

45 minutes into the trip Abigail came to a stop. Stella frowned. They were still halfway out from the ranch. Too far for Stella to be comfortable with something happening. She moved her hips forward, directing her to keep on. Abigail snorted loudly and pawed at the ground a few times and refused to budge. The air got still. The only noise to be heard was Abigail breathing and her saddle creaking with the small movements. Stella didn’t want to move. Even her breathing seemed too loud in the dead silence that took over the woods. Her lips parted and her breaths came out in shallow puffs as she listened to the forest.

Her eyes widened and she dared to look around. Everything appeared normal. Trees upon trees on the one side closest to the fence, and high grass on the other side. There were no obvious signs of an animal nearby that she could see at first glance. The large mare swatted her tail aggressively like flies were on her back, hitting Stella every so often, and stomped a few times. She stretched her neck high, almost to the point of straining. Stella rubbed the mare’s neck. “C’mon babe, we’re almost home. We keep moving, we get away from whatever you’re not a fan of.” Stella tried to bargain with the roan.

Abigail breathed deeply, letting out a loud snort. Stella pushed the mare into continuing forward, ignoring her “mare ears”. “The quicker we get home, the sooner this is over with.” She encouraged her. Snapping twigs sounded from the woods. “Let’s pick up the pace baby.” She didn’t want to stick around to find out if it was just the wind or something stalking them.

The hair on the back of her neck was already standing on end. She had pushed her luck far enough. It was starting to get dark. She didn’t want to get caught in the pitch black especially if something was watching her. She had a lantern attached to her saddle, but that only did so much. Her little knife didn’t offer her much solace either. Abigail legged on.

20 minutes later Abigail abruptly stopped again. Stella groaned at her. The groan went ignored as Abigail listened intently to a sound off in the trees. Stella listened closely and thought she heard chirping off in the brush. She watched the roan closely. “You heard that too?” She asked her. Stella examined the brush to her left and there were several spots that could be used as a den. “Sounds like mountain lion cubs.” Abigail shuffled, letting out a snort. “Well I ain’t getting off to go find out.” She clucked at Abigail a few times. “Let’s go before whoever those babies belong to, comes home and is pissed.”

Abigail didn’t need to be told twice and picked up into a long trot. Every so often she would jump at a sound on their left. “Goodness girl, just keep going. It’s gonna be fine.” Stella rolled her eyes at herself. ‘Yeah, fine until you get eaten.’ Stella couldn’t be certain the mother cougar was following them, but with the way Abigail was spooking… Stella would be hard pressed to not believe they were being stalked by something. She touched the walkie on her belt and could hear Rip’s words to use it. “Fuck it.”

Stella changed the walkie to channel 3. She always felt dumb using the walkie. It was the same feeling that leaving a voicemail gave her. It was always so awkward. She squeezed the button. “Uh, bunkhouse?” It crackled as she let the button go.

The object that was her lifeline sprung to life in her hand. •Stella oh my god, are you okay?• It was her brother.

“Yeah I’m good. But I think there’s a slight chance that I won’t be for long. By any chance, you still got BJ tacked up?”

•What do you mean?•

“The officer took Rip’s rifle before we came out here, and I only have my knife. I’m pretty sure I stumbled across a cougar’s babies and she’s stalking us.”

•Oh fuck how far out are you? We’re coming right now!•

Stella looked around and identified what pasture she was in. Since she didn’t help the wranglers every day, she didn’t know the fields as well as they did. Yes, she ran around these parts with Kayce all the time when they were kids, but she never paid attention to the exact layout. Kayce was the one who led them. She was just along for the ride. “Uh I think I’m somewhere past the house side of pasture 11.”

•That’s roughly 25 minutes out. I’ll meet you in the middle, just don’t stop moving.•

“Got it.” Stella clipped the walkie on her belt the best she could with Abigail’s movement. She thought it would be best to keep her at a steady gait versus taking off. If they were being stalked she didn’t want to kick in the prey drive of whatever it was. “Come on girl, Ryan’ll be here fast. Everything is fine.”

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