#jamie in an awed whisper: why are you telling me this

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

Okay so Trent absolutely knows shorthand and writes most of his notes in it right?

I think he probably also has horrible handwriting, he writes to fast and it makes his words incomprehensible. He's also dramatic enough to modify the shorthand he knows to ensure nobody knows what he's writing.

My point to all of this is, imagine him forgetting his notebook somewhere and someone from Richmond finds it, maybe Jamie or Roy or Rebecca and they're like "neat let's see what he wrote about me" only to be hit by complete nonsense (to them). Even the bits where he actually wrote something out are just indecipherable scribbles.

I think this is hilarious, the idea has been amusing me all day and I wanted to share it

what's hilarious is we have the same braincell, i literally also was like "does trent NEED to have personalized shorthand that's some sort of elaborate code he knows by heart so that no one can read his notes even if they had time? no. does he? definitely. if confronted he would claim that it's for journalistic integrity reasons, but truthfully it kind of makes him feel like a spy and he likes it." also because while some of it is genuine notes, some of it is just like. stupid shit. grocery list of shit he forgot to get earlier. jotting down a terrible pun ted made or some detail about something ted likes ("taking notes on your crush is both normal and regular behavior so long as no one ever sees or finds about it" trent reminds himself repeatedly)

and it's so much funnier if he also just has terrible handwriting and needn't have bothered bc no one could read it anyway. (same, trent, my brain goes faster than my hands. one time my dad's doctor looked at my handwriting when i was like, ten, and was like "wow, and you're smart kid, too. you should be a doctor when you grow up" dlfkgjdh)

ANYWAY i love the idea of them actively trying to snoop and it's just. complete gibberish. especially if then they're just like frowning down at it and then pan to behind them and trents like "looking for something" slgkjdfg

#ive actually been half brewing a fic about trent and his notebook/shorthand called stenography #so hmmmmm. #also theyd all have such different Snooping Behavior #jamie tries sooooo hard to act casual. flips open page with pen. #roy just keeps staring at it from the corner of his eye before going FUCK andthen just getting up and fully opening it #etc #also picturing. the entire team gathered around one (1) notebook #bumbercatch is now attempting to Decode It with his Mad Codebreaking Skills #and trent just walks in like oh i left my noteb--whaaaaat is happening #and it's the entire team all giving him the Deer In The Headlights look. crowded around his notebook. #and hes like. ................... and they're like ................ #ALSO see #trent: you want to know a secret? the notebook is only about fifty percent notes for the book. #the other fifty percent? notes on ted. extensive notes on terrible puns he's made and the like. this here? this line? #this notes that he said his favorite muffin is blueberry. i brought him a blueberry muffin the next morning and said it was just an extra. #this bit? this is just 'trent lasso' written three times in a row. next to it i seem to have scribbled 'why are his eyes so pretty'. hm #jamie in an awed whisper: why are you telling me this #trent leaning in: Because No One Will Believe You. #anyway thats how jamie and trent become friends #he can respect that #confuses the hell out of roy though #askbox #trent crimm #tedtrent #tedependent

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Hi,

Just discovered your page and I am obsessed! I was wondering if you could do something about Jamie getting hurt and the reader meeting him in the treatment room and comforting him? Or something along those lines, I trust you!

Thanks!

Dang, you’re putting my angst skills to the test! I wrote this instead of doing homework. Probs won’t post again till the weekend, but who knows? Not me, that’s for sure. Thanks for requesting!

feeling fragile, can’t you tell

Football matches are always tense. It’s all about squeezing Keeley’s hand when Richmond gets the ball, booing when they miss and screaming when they score. You never know how they’re going to end until they’re done, and god it kills you. Especially when Jamie has the ball. You feel like you can’t breathe until you see it swoosh into the net, after which your chest loosens up.

You love it. Mostly.

The part you don’t love is the part that results in the medics being called onto the field. Some injuries are accidental, some are on purpose. You hate those. You’ve watched more players kick, shove, and punch each other than you would care to count. Your least favorite injury so far was when a burly player broke Sam’s foot “on accident.” You thought Roy and Isaac were going to commit murder.

Jamie told you the next morning that the whole team egged the man’s house that night. That’s why he had been late coming over. He wouldn’t tell you who’s idea it was, but you have a vague recollection of Jamie telling childhood stories about egging houses with his friends.

Injuries are truly awful.

Which is why you’re standing stock-still in the owner’s box, clutching Keeley’s arm and willing Jamie to get up.

He’d done this thing where he kicked the ball away from the opposing team, but landed on his back funny. Rebecca whispers, “Oh god, it’s Roy all over again,” and you remember being told about Roy’s injury. The one that took him out of the game for good.

Jamie’s only twenty-five, you reason to yourself, he has to be ok. 

He still hasn’t gotten up. The medical team are rushing onto the field, and you’re pushing past Rebecca, running downstairs to go find him.

Keeley is hot on your heels, running as best she can in her heels which, honestly, is actually pretty good.

You’re not quite sure where you’re going, feeling blinded by worry. Keeley grabs your arm and tugs you toward the treatment room.

You burst through the doors right behind Keeley, who has almost run smack into Roy. He looks grim, more grim than usual.

“What’s wrong with him?” you whisper, mindful of the atmosphere in the treatment room. Jamie is on a table on his back, face white.

“Passed out,” Roy responds gruffly. “Fucked his leg and back pretty bad, but doesn’t explain why he’s fucking unconscious.”

Tears are beginning to form, and Keeley wraps her arms around your waist. 

You move out of the doorway so the medics can pick up Jamie in a stretcher and move him to the ambulance.

You get a closer look at him as he passes by, features slack.

You feel like you’re choking.

—

The ride to the hospital is a blur. You’re not even sure how you ended up in Roy’s car, but you’re there, sitting in the back seat with Keeley’s comforting presence the only thing keeping you loosely tethered to reality.

Your mind is running through every possible scenario as to why he passed out. None of them are good. He’s messed up his back and leg before, but never to this point. And his face.

You can’t stop thinking about his face.

To be honest, he looked dead.

Panic starts to hit again, and it takes every ounce of control you have to force yourself to breathe.

—

You’re outside Jamie’s hospital room now. His doctor said he pulled some muscles, and passed out from a combination of too little water, food, and sleep. The pain must have been enough to trigger his body into finally catching up with itself. 

You sigh, and push open the door, Roy and Keeley promising to wait for you outside.

Jamie is propped up in the bed, IVs in his arms for hydration.

At the sight of you, he says a soft, “hey, babe.”

He’s still so pale, and the tears you’d been holding in start streaming out.

“What happened, Jamie?” you ask, sitting on the chair next to his bed. You take his hand in yours. “How did I not know you weren’t eating?”

Jamie’s quiet for a moment, and you can see a glimmer of a tear in his left eye.

“I dunno,” he replies softly.

He doesn’t say anything after that, so you’re just left sitting there, hand-in-hand, in silence. He’s staring at the end of his bed, you’re staring at his face.

When it becomes clear he has no intention of speaking up you say, “Jamie.”

He turns to you, eyes hollow. “Saw me dad last week.”

You blink. 

Oh.

“Oh,” you say out loud.

Jamie is silent for a beat, then says, “Didn’t tell ya because I didn’t want you to worry. He’s a piece of shit and my fuckin problem, not yours.”

You shake your head and bring his hand up to your lips. “Jaim. I’m so sorry. I am so, so sorry,” because you know exactly what he’s saying.

You had assumed you hadn’t seen Jamie due to all his extra training. 

You had assumed that he was taking care of himself in preparation for the game, like he always did.

You had assumed too much, because his dad was an unknown variable that threw a wrench in every place he found himself in. 

The last time his dad had shown up, Jamie had tried to stop eating. You say tried because you basically force-fed him after the first day. He also couldn’t sleep. You could feel him tossing and turning, getting up to pace around, just restless. You’d rub his shoulders, hold him close, but nothing worked. He didn’t sleep well for two weeks when he was finally so tired that his body pretty much just shut down.

So. His passing out makes sense now.

Jamie is gripping your hand, knuckles white, tears beginning to roll down his face. His face, which he is trying to keep stoic, and is beginning to return to its normal color.

“Jamie,” you say. “Jamie, you don’t have to keep all this in.”

He shrugs. 

“No, I’m serious,” you continue, “You shouldn’t keep this all in. We’re a team, you know? We’re supposed to share this kind of thing with each other, and if you think I don’t want to hear it or can’t handle it, then that’s a problem.”

Jamie whips his head around from his blank stare at the wall to your face. He whispers, “Are we breaking up?” fear evident in his expression.

“No,” you reply. “No. We’re just- we’re just figuring it out. I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep things from me.”

You’re beginning to lose feeling in your hand. Jamie is looking somewhat relieved, but still not great. 

“How long are you in here?” you ask.

“Doctor wants to keep me overnight. Make sure I’m hydrated or some shit.”

You hesitate. “Do you- do you want me to stay with you? I don’t have to, if you want to be alone I can just-” 

“Yes.” 

Jamie’s color is really coming back now, and he looks like someone’s removed a huge weight from his chest. “Yes, I would really fucking like it if you stayed. I can move over so you don’t have to sleep on that fucking shitty plastic couch.”

You crack a smile at that as he gingerly scoots over. You climb into the bed, mindful of his leg and the IVs. He throws an arm around you with less care than you think he should have, but you’re not going to worry about that right now so you just snuggle into his side. He’s warm, and you didn’t realize how cold you were until this exact moment.

There’s a knock on the door, and Keeley pokes her head in. 

“Everything alright, babes?” she asks.

“All good here, Keels,” Jamie responds. You give her a small smile, which she returns.

“Alright then, Roy and I are gonna go. We’ll be back to pick you up tomorrow, yeah?” She points to you. “Text me if you need anything. Won’t be getting much sleep tonight.”

You’re not sure if she means she isn’t sleeping due to the excitement of the night or because she’s going home with Roy, but she’s gone before you can ask.

You sigh and put your head on Jamie’s shoulder.

You say, “Don’t ever fucking do that again, ok?” but it comes out as a plea, voice on the edge of breaking.

He replies, “I won’t,” in such a soft, sincere tone that you believe him. 

You breath deeply for the first time that night, just glad that he’s ok and you’re together. You are a team, after all.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[lvrhughes]

Mason's Sister | J. Drysdale

pairing: Jamies Drysdale x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: Mason told Jamie that his sister was off limits, until she isn't

warnings: none? this is trash though be warned

not my gif!

“Mason!” You yelled, running down the stairs to jump at your brother, his arms opening to catch you. 

“Goose!” He grinned, holding you in a tight hug. 

“Told you not to call me that!” You groaned, letting go of your brother. 

“And I told you no.” The smile never left either of your faces. 

Until you saw his guest. Jamie Drysdale. He hated you for no reason, always ignoring you and when he did acknowledge you it was purely to annoy you. 

“You brought him!” You whispered to Mason, making sure he didn’t hear. 

“He’s my best friend, you’ll be fine for a week.” He shrugged, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder after. 

“Mase!” You laughed, your world upside down as he carried you outside. Setting you down in the grass after, sitting beside you while Jamie followed behind. 

“Why’d you bring me out here?” It seemed like a fair question, looking away from the blossoming sunset to look at your brother.

“Wanted to watch the sunset with my sister who I’ve missed so dearly.” He grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and dragging you down. 

A mumbled comment falling from Jamie’s lips, earning a hard smack from Mason. You didn’t hear what he said but seeing how hard Mason hit him, you’d assume it wasn’t anything nice. When you heard your name slip past your brother's lips as he was whispering to Jamie, you took it as your cue to leave. 

“I’m going to go in.” You gave a false salute to your brother before getting up to walk inside, remembering to leave the door unlocked for them. 

“I can’t believe you!” Mason groaned, running his hands through his hair. 

“What? Said I was sorry!” Jamie claimed, calling his mumbled sorry an apology. 

“What did she do to you? You’re never like this to anyone else, you’re my best friend. I can't have you hate my sister.” 

“I don’t hate her!” 

“Then why do you do this shit?” Mason groaned, gripping at his hair now. 

“I don’t know! It just started and it worked because if she hated me then I could tell myself I have no chance of being with her and especially because she’s your sister!” Jamie’s words mumbling out, ending barely audible. Mason’s head lifting at the confession.

“You started acting like this when I told you that you couldn’t date my sister,” The correlations connecting in Mason’s mind. “You like her! And you chose to be a dick to her so she won’t like you? What fucking logic is that?” Mason exclaimed, watching blush cover his best friend's cheeks. 

“The logic that you told me she was off limits.” He urged back, pushing a hand through his hair to calm himself. 

“You should’ve talked to me! Not been a fucking dick to my sister! If there was one person I’d let have a chance with her it was you!” Mason argued back, earning a blank stare from Jamie. 

“You would’ve let me ask her out?” Jamie’s voice was quiet, staring at his best friend in awe. 

“Had you not been an absolute dick and lost any chance with her, yes. Now you have no chance but if you ever get another chance with her, you better not fuck it up.” Mason warned, keeping his eyes on Jamie’s slightly scared expression. 

Jamie nodded, standing up to run inside, trying his best to get away from his best friend who looked ready to kill him. Quickly darting inside while Mason stood up, running into the nearest door in the house when he entered. Yet unluckily, it had been your room. 

“What the fuck?” You were sitting in your bed, laptop on your lap watching a movie. Jamie was stunned, his eyes trailing your body quickly before spitting out an answer. 

“‘M sorry, your brother just looks like he’s going to kill me right now.” 

“And so you run into my room?” You questioned, pausing the movie to talk to the Canadian.

“I didn’t know it was your room, it was just the first door I saw!” 

“Okay, differently, why is Mase out to kill you?” 

The question seemed to freeze Jamie, his mouth got dry at the question simply not having an answer available or the time to make up a lie. 

“Jamie?” The call of his name sounded miles away as his head spun, he knew it had no logical answer for you right now. 

“I- Um” Mumbled of started but never finished words slipped past his lips, standing in the middle of your room just staring at you. 

“I get you hate me but like tell me or leave please?” It was like his brain short circuited when he heard you say that you thought he hates you. 

“I don’t hate you, I love you.” The minute the words slipped past his lips his hand was covering his mouth, his eyes widening in shock. A quiet ‘oh no’ mumbled under his breath as he tried to gauge your reaction. 

“What?” Was all you could seem to say, staring at him in awe. 

“Nevermind, it was an accident. I didn't mean to say anything.” He quickly got out, turning towards your door again. 

“No Jamie, come back.” You groaned, moving off your bed when he didn’t stop moving towards the door. 

Your hand on his shoulder stopping him just before the door, making him turn to look at him. His eyes held a panic that you couldn’t help but hate. 

“Why do you act like you hate me?” Jamie shook his head at the question, focusing on how soft your voice sounded as you spoke to him.

“I do hate you.” He tried, his voice giving away the clear lie. 

“No you don’t, you just told me you loved me.” You pushed back, watching panic cover his features again. “Stop panicking.” You mumbled at the fear covering his face. 

“I just told you I love you. I think that’s a good reason to panic!” He answered in return, making you laugh.

The panic on his face lessened at the sound, smiling at the way you tried to stop yet couldn’t, a smile prominent on your face. Once you had composed yourself you leaned up, pressing a chaste kiss to Jamie’s cheek. 

“I love you too idiot.” A wave of confusion covered Jamie’s face at your words, letting the emotion cover his face. 

“But I was so bad to you?” 

“You were so good at first, just because you randomly became an asshole didn’t mean I could get rid of how I felt for you before.” 

“Fuck I’m so sorry, I should’ve just talked to him, please baby, tell you’ll be mine?” Jamie’s words came out fast, like a breath of relief. Letting you nod before he kissed you, his arms wrapping around your waist while yours tangled through his hair. 

“What did you mean talk to him?” You asked Jamie when he moved away, pecking your lips once more before completely pulling away.

“Oh, Mason. He told me you were off limits and then told me that I was the one person he’d let date you.” Jamie admitted, luring you back towards your bed, moving your laptop before getting you to lay with him. Keeping his arms around your body, making sure you were pressed against him as he laid in your bed.

“I’m going to kill him, he doesn’t get to decide who I date!” You protested, shifting in Jamie’s arms as if to get up. 

Jamie’s grip tightened, not wanting you to leave yet. His hands rubbing circles on your back as if to lure you to stay, and it worked. Letting the calm overcome you of Jamie’s hand running along your skin you sunk back into the bed, curling in Jamie’s arms before letting sleep overcome you. 

“What the fuck?” Mason’s voice interrupted the quiet that fell over the room not even ten minutes later.

“Shh, you’ll wake her!” Jamie whispered, his hand moving to cover your ears. 

“Why are you in bed with my sister?” Mason’s tone still loud but his voice a whisper now. 

“Because I ran in here when you looked like you were ready to kill me.” 

“That doesn’t explain anything!” 

“I uh- may have accidentally confessed I love her?” 

Mason shook his head, mumbling something about talking about this later before closing the door, a small smile on his face.

#jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale fic #jamie drysdale imagine #nhl imagine #mads writings! #anaheim ducks imagines #nhl oneshot

[gotham-ruaidh]

Little Bit Better Than I Used To Be

Catch up: Chapter 1 (Starry Eyes) || Chapter 2 (Save Our Souls) || Chapter 3 (Dancing On Glass)|| Chapter 4 (Merry-Go-Round)|| Backstage (1) || Backstage (2) || Chapter 5 (Danger)|| Backstage (3) || Chapter 6A (Love Walked In) || Chapter 6B (Without You) || Backstage (4) || Chapter 7 (Stick To Your Guns) || Chapter 8 (Time For Change) || Backstage (5) || Chapter 9 (Take Me To The Top) || Backstage (6) || Chapter 10 (Home Sweet Home) || Backstage (7) || Chapter 11a (Nightrain) || Chapter 11b (Nothing Else Matters) || Chapter 12a (Handle With Care) || Chapter 12b (I’m So Tired of Being Lonely) || Chapter 13a (Angel) || Chapter 13b (She’s My Addiction) || Chapter 13c (Patience) Chapter 14a (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 14b (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 14c (Where Do We Go Now?) ||| Also posted at AO3

Chapter 15A: Dreams

Wilmington, North Carolina

Labor Day Weekend, 1988

I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see Help me baby, or this will surely be the end of me…

 - Dreams, The Allman Brothers Band (1969) [click here to listen]

“I’ll be upstairs in just a few minutes. Did you finish your reading?”

Ten-year-old William MacKenzie shook his head. “I was going to, but that’s when Daddy arrived with Jamie and Claire – I mean, Mr. and Mrs. Fraser. And then it was time for dinner, and then - ”

Gillian Duncan MacKenzie bent to kiss her son’s forehead. “All right then. Why don’t you get yourself all caught up?”

William’s eyes darted over to Claire, seated across from his mother at the kitchen table, sipping sweet tea.

“Jamie and I will be here all weekend,” she smiled. “You’ll have plenty of time to talk with him about music tomorrow.”

His face brightened. “OK! See you in the morning!”

Claire couldn’t help but smile as William darted out of the room, footsteps quickly thudding on the stairs.

Gillian turned to face her guest. “He’s so excited. It’s not every day that a bona fide rock star is here in sleepy Wilmington.”

“Thank you for asking him to not tell his friends at school. I’m used to the attention now – ”

Gillian raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Are you?”

Claire shrugged. “Well – no. I don’t know if I ever will be. But one thing that won’t change is how much we value our privacy. So – thank you.”

“Of course, Claire. Privacy and discretion are what I do professionally – how could I not extend the same courtesy to you, when you’re a guest in my home?”

“Still. Thank you.”

A beat. Claire sipped the sweet tea Gillian had made – the same recipe she’d grown to love, those months at The Ridge. Gillian gently pulled Claire’s left hand across the table, studying her rings.

“You said this was his grandmother’s engagement ring?”

Claire nodded. “He inherited it when she died. His sister Jenny kept it for him, until he asked her for it. Called her the day he got home from The Ridge, and went to see her the next day. He gave it to me a few weeks later.”

“A man who knows what he wants.”

Claire smiled. “And I’m a woman who knows what she wants.”

Gillian returned the smile, then focused on the wide band next to the engagement ring.

“I love how solid and simple your ring is. Silver?”

“Platinum. His is the same. Wide enough for an inscription on the inside.”

“I do,” she had whispered. Smiling through the tears. Thinking he looked just a bit ridiculous in his suit. Sliding the band inscribed “Forever My Love” across his knuckle.

“I do,” he had whispered. Eyes burning, full of awe. Agape at the simple gray dress she had chosen, his mother’s pearls around her throat. Sliding the band inscribed “Forever My Heart” onto her finger.

“I am so pleased to…” Professor Quentin Lambert Beauchamp loudly blew his nose into a polka-dotted handkerchief. “Excuse me. I am so pleased to pronounce you husband and wife. Jamie, you may kiss your bride.”

He did. To the applause of the ten dear friends gathered in Joe and Gail Abernathy’s Boston backyard.

“That’s beautiful.” Gillian lay her own left hand on the table, adorned only by a thin gold ring. “Dougal never gave me an engagement ring, and he insisted I have the gold band for our marriage. His is silver. He had just sunk all of his money into building The Ridge, and we couldn’t even afford flowers at the reception.”

“That’s beautiful, too, Gillian. And I understand why you wouldn’t want to upgrade. Because what you have now, is that much more meaningful.”

“I was sitting here, when Joe and Gail staged the intervention.” Jamie looked over at his wife – his wife!! – gazing up into the arbor behind the house. “The vines were heavy with grapes. I remember thinking, how appropriate that I’m looking at what could be wine.”

He pulled her closer against his side, and kissed the top of her head. Careful of the tortoiseshell combs that Jenny had so lovingly placed in Claire’s hair as she got ready this afternoon.

“Ian confronted me in a hotel room in…Sacramento, I think. I had been so wasted on stage the night before, slurring through half the songs. Jenny had come to see Ian, and she was so scared for me. She had already done the research, made a few phone calls. I puked the whole flight across country to North Carolina.”

“It’s always the ones we love who we hurt the most,” she murmured.

“I’m never going to hurt you, Claire. You know that, right?”

She turned to face her husband – her husband!! – and smiled. Reassuring.

“I do. And you know I’m never going to hurt you, Jamie. Right?”

He nodded. Couldn’t help but kiss her.

“Ah!”

Dougal MacKenzie and Alec MacMahon turned the corner, and cheered. “Here you are! Come on – don’t let us have all the fun without you. Can’t miss your own wedding reception!”

Gillian nodded. “I don’t need it. I have the life we’ve built together, and our son, and a man who somehow thinks the sun rises and sets with me. I’ll never understand it.”

Claire swallowed.

Of course Gillian noticed.

“Don’t ever doubt how much he loves you, Claire. I’ve seen you two together – you’re so natural with each other. That’s never going to change.”

She clenched her hand into a fist. Centering herself.

“It’s…it’s just so…intense, with him,” she whispered.

“We don’t have to tonight, Jamie. We have forever, now.”

His hands shook as his thumb softly, softly traced down her neck, across the pearls, and settled into the cleft between her breasts.

“I want to, Claire. I want you so much I can scarcely breathe. I just…”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Gillian asked gently. “I can be your therapist, or I can be your friend. But I will listen.”

Claire took a deep, calming breath. “Being on tour – I see now how he developed the addictions. Every aspect of it is so stressful. He feels so much pressure to lead his band, to write music, to live up to the fans’ expectations. And he has to deal with the label and the tour manager and the production guys, and do media, and somehow find time to eat and shower and sleep on top of all of that.” Her thumb twisted her wedding ring. “He’d use the drugs to come up, and the alcohol to come down. And the women to just forget about everything for a while.”

“Are those groupies?”

Colum had organized a small gathering for the band and crew to celebrate the first show of the acoustic tour. No alcohol or drugs in the room – though Claire quickly learned that the rules by no means extended to hallways and bathrooms and storage rooms at the venue.

Jamie squeezed her hand, standing side by side in the corner, both of them holding a can of Tab.

“Yeah. I can ask them to leave, if you’re feeling uncomfortable.”

“No need.” She dropped his hand and quietly approached the four women giggling on the other side of the room.

“Ladies. I’m Claire Beauchamp. I’m with him.”

She turned slightly, looked at Jamie over her shoulder, and then turned back to her audience.

“So?” A girl wearing a strategically ripped Def Leppard t-shirt popped her gum. “That’s not what I heard about the last time he was here.”

Claire’s eyes narrowed. “That was then. This is now. I will say this only one time. If you even think about flashing a boob, or smiling at him, or trying to get him alone? I will end you.”

The girls gaped.

“Tell all your friends here in Albuquerque, please. Are we clear?”

“And now, that you’re there with him?”

Claire smiled. “He’s eating and sleeping a lot better. Has a lot more energy. He so desperately wants to do everything right. And I’m not going to lie, Gillian – seeing him perform the songs he wrote for me at The Ridge, and then being there when he comes off stage, all keyed up from singing and playing the guitar…”

“It sounds like in many respects he’s replaced his additions with you.”

Claire looked up, meeting Gillian’ gaze. “Of course he has. The album and lead single will be called She’s My Addiction. Doesn’t get any more obvious than that.”

“And how do you feel about that, Claire?”

She lay her hands flat on the table. “I’ve never felt more…loved, and cherished, than when I’m with Jamie.”

She frowned and opened her eyes when he stopped brushing her hair, one morning in Minneapolis.

“What – ”

The pads of his fingers swept the left side of her neck, still a bit tender from his kisses after last night’s show. “I bruised you. I’m sorry.”

“Hmm. I’m not.”

She swallowed. “But it’s so, so hard sometimes. He loves me for who I am, but I don’t want to do anything to fuck it up. And he stresses over so much that he doesn’t have to. Gillian, he’s been having panic attacks all tour.”

“My God. Is he seeing anyone to help with that?”

Claire sighed. “You’re looking at her. Thank God I did that psych rotation when I was in med school. I’ve helped him recognize the signs, and he knows enough to tell me when it’s happening so that we can get away and I can help him through it. But I’m not a psychiatrist. I can’t be everything he needs. He has to do a lot of work to explore what’s triggering him, so that he can manage that. Because after we take the break at the end of the year, we’ll be on the road for most of ’89. The label has booked more than a hundred shows.”

“And you’ll be with him?”

“Of course. He’s the air I breathe. I know this sounds insane, but we want to try for a baby next year. That way he can be off the road, off touring, to be with me if the timing lines up.” She sighed. “So I’ve talked to him about bringing a therapist with us on tour. He needs to have that kind of support from someone other than me. Especially when we’re in Europe and he’s playing soccer stadiums and dealing with a next level of bullshit.”

“Do you want some recommendations? Between Dougal and I, we can definitely help you find someone.”

Claire smiled thinly. “That would be wonderful. It has to be someone we both trust. Who can deal with all the craziness.”

Gillian nodded. “Consider it our wedding gift to you. I – we – really want to help you. You know this, Claire – getting sober is hard, but staying sober is so, so much harder. It does and doesn’t get easier with time. Dougal would say the same thing.”

“Do you ever miss it?”

She settled her chin into his shoulder, nestled securely in his lap. Together they watched the cornfields of Iowa glide by, thousands of feet below.

“No. Not really. The pills helped me deaden the pain. And my life doesn’t have that kind of pain at all, now.”

The private plane had four clusters of four seats, two seats on each side facing each other with a table in between. Jamie and Claire always had a cluster to themselves. Ian, his bass tech, Jamie’s guitar tech Arch, and Angus’ drum tech always sat together. Colum kept to himself. Leaving Angus in the final cluster – which he shared with the two groupies he’d been surprisingly faithful to since Albuquerque. He hated flying, but the girls certainly made it easier for him – plying him with snacks, rubbing his back, squeezing him between them in the big seat.

Claire turned slightly, and inhaled at his temple. Kissed his earlobe as he shivered. “I know you miss it, Jamie. And it’s OK.”

His grip tightened on her hip. “You taste so much better,” he whispered. Eyes far away.

Claire wiped the corners of her eyes. “I just love him, Gillian. So fucking much.” She took a deep breath. “I’m so proud of him, for everything he’s done, and for the man he’s worked so hard to become. I’m not going to lie – sometimes it’s so damn hard to deal with everything. With all of his past shit, and how he still lets it mess with his head. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve told him that none of it bothers me. Not the drugs, or the alcohol, or the destroyed hotel rooms, or what is probably hundreds of women. I can’t let any of that bother me, because that’s not the Jamie I know. But Gillian…”

Gillian reached across the table and took Claire’s hand.

“He makes everything so fucking hard sometimes. He starts to spiral, and he worries that I’ll have had enough and walk away. But then we just take a deep breath, and we look at each other, and all the bullshit is gone, and it’s just so easy again.”

“You need a day off!”

Jamie rubbed his hands over his face, exasperated. “I do have a day off tomorrow, Claire. You know as well as I do that there isn’t a show.”

She huffed, hands on her hips. “Not the point, Jamie. I saw the call sheet for tomorrow. You’re meeting with the label, and then with Colum to talk to the merch guy, and then the lighting team, and then you’re doing some local radio spots. That’s NOT a day off!”

He shrugged. “At least we can get dinner together and it won’t be shitty venue food.”

She pursed her lips, trying so hard not to scream. “Do you not remember the panic attack last night? You were sobbing in my arms, Jamie. It was really, really bad. And then you were so exhausted, but you wanted to be a hero and do the show anyway, and then you tripped over your fucking amp when you went on stage and could have broken your arm. Where would that leave us, hmm?”

He reached out to her – and she stepped back.

Not done with him yet. 

“You need rest, Jamie. Your body is going to shut down. And that won’t be good for anybody.”

“Is that your medical opinion, Dr. Beauchamp?”

A hint of a smile. Good.

“Yes. I’m your personal physician. I’m prescribing a day in bed, sleeping.”

He smirked. “OK. But only if you’re in it, too.”

She shrugged. “I’m not making any sense.”

“Yes you are,” Gillian smiled. “You said it’s intense between you – there’s no way it couldn’t be. Set aside his being a musician, and being in just about the biggest band in the world right now. Think about how and when you met. What had happened to both of you beforehand. All the changes you’ve made in both of your lives, in a relatively short timeframe. It’s overwhelming. And being on the road with him this summer had to have just upped that intensity.”

“We’re together non-stop. Which has been great, because we have so much time. We have what nobody else has, and I treasure that, I really do. But it’s also exhausting sometimes.” Claire paused, considering. “Nobody else knows what I’m about to tell you, but it’s another factor. We…we didn’t…” She closed her eyes. “We waited until our wedding night.”

Gillian’s silence was a gift.

“We were both so scared. I know that sounds ridiculous, but I think we were worried that…that it wouldn’t be good, for some reason. And it was good, Gillian. So fucking good. We both cried.”

“You’re everything.” He kissed her nose and cheeks and forehead and mouth over and over and over again, his tears mixing with hers. “My heart is going to burst.”

She hugged him tighter, nails digging into the flames tattooed on his shoulders. “Love you,” she whispered, breathless. “Love you love you love you love you…”

“I don’t need to tell you this, Claire, but I will anyway. It’s been a really good decision to spend so much time together, to really get to know each other, before you were married. Both of you deliberately wanted your relationship to be different from anything you’d known or done before. And now that last barrier is gone between you. So everything has changed, am I right?”

Indianapolis. Married one week. He couldn’t stop smiling at her, standing side stage during the show. She couldn’t stop giggling when he found her after the encore, threw her over his shoulder, and ran to his dressing room. His breath hot against her lips, breathlessly pleading for her to stay quiet, as they loved each other on the sofa and the techs and roadies and catering people and production staff bustled by the locked door.

“It has, Gillian. But in many ways it hasn’t. It feels like yesterday, and it feels like forever.”

New Haven. Married two weeks. The morning after a powerhouse show at the Coliseum. A penthouse suite overlooking the water. She had slipped out of bed in the dark, opened the curtains wide. Watched him watch her as she returned to bed. Held his gaze as they loved each other, dawn breaking over their faces.

“I get that. You’ve introduced another layer to your relationship. Probably the most complex layer that there is.”

Providence. Married two weeks and two days. Holding each other in a bath, Jamie’s hand splayed across her belly, Claire’s nose buried in the curtain of his hair.

“So, be patient with yourself, Claire. Cut yourself a break.” Gillian reached across the table to squeeze her hand. “And just enjoy yourself! My God – what an incredible life you have.”

Claire’s smile was the widest Gillian had ever seen.

“Holy shit. I married a rock star.”

“I heard that!”

And then Jamie was there, smiling, and kissing Claire’s smile.

Dougal hung back in the doorway. Exchanging smiles with his own wife.

“Come on, rock star. You said you’d help me hook up the new CD player.”

Jamie pulled back. Rubbed his nose against Claire’s.

“Hey, Dougal?”

Dougal crossed his arms. “What?”

Jamie stood. Squeezed Claire’s hands. Kissed her wedding ring.

“Love is a much better high than any drug.”

Dougal rolled his eyes. “I’ll put that on the new pamphlets we’re printing up for The Ridge. But the stereo won’t install itself. Help out, and I’ll even let you play that new stuff you brought.”

#outlander #outlander fanfic #little bit better than i used to be #jamie and claire

[sweet-villain]

Now or Never~ Joseph Quinn 

Requested : yes

Request :

Anonymous asked:

Hi!! I was wondering if u could do a Joseph Quinn x reader where they’re roommates and there flat has kind of become like the chill spot for the cast so they’re all very good friends so ofcourse they all go out together (she also smokes), she’s seen in pictures with them or just like pics of her and Joseph grocery shopping/hanging out and she gets a ton of hate bc the fans think that she’s his girlfriend (she isnt, but they also have unspoken feelings for each other so you can play with that too :) ) so one day she just breaks down in front of him bc its getting too much for her to handle… and you can decide how you end it :)) thank you in advance!!

" Good morning sunshine" Joseph greets you as you make your way into the kitchen, grumbling under your breathe " good morning" making him chuckle. His chuckle makes your stomach flow with butterflies. He had this huge smile on his face watching you rub your eyes but his gaze drops watching the skin of your stomach show a little as you stretched. His breathe hitched in throat wanting nothing more than to run his fingers over the skin. He bets your skin is so soft.

You reach for some eggs in the fridge bending over a bit making Joseph swallow the lump in his throat as he watches your backside traveling his gaze to your ass in those short shorts you wore to bed. He looked away feeling his cheeks and ears becoming red.

You were beautiful. The two of you shared a flat, being roommates and best friends. You turn around to face Joseph wanting to ask if he had breakfast already but he is looking away. This makes you frown as his attention isn't on you as it usually is.

" Would you like something to eat?" you ask him, your voice is soft as a whisper bringing his attention back to you. He shakes his head.

" No thank you, sweetheart. I already had something" He softly smiles before taking a pack of cigarets from his pocket. " I"m going to have a smoke." He brushes past you in a hurry in seems. It's not that he didn't want to be near you, he wanted to be near you more than anything but he was nervous and his hands were shaking. He needed to calm down.

You shrugged it off preparing breakfast before shouting. " We need to go to grocery store! We are running out on a few things. You know I love to cook, will you come with me?"

There is silence for a bit as you cook breakfast but hear Joseph reply, " Yeah, sure lovely."

The damn nicknames always gets to you. It made you blush and nervous. He doesn't really use those nicknames anyone but you, you find it strange. But whenever Jamie stops by he always nudges you and wiggles his eyebrows as if he knows something. Jamie has grown really close to you since he and Joseph had.

Even the whole Stranger Things cast did, they all loved you and considered as if their own sister. They always awed about you and Joseph having moments together.

" We are just friends" you would always says.

" Yeah sure" they would reply back, not believing you. But you can't tell Joseph how you feel. You didn't want to ruin the friendship you both had and you shared the flat with him after all. If things went south, where would you go?

He was one of the best things that happened in your life. He entered it making everything better, you never told him how you felt though. You didn't want to lose him.

But he had been single for as long as you remembered. You never asked him why he didn't bring a girl home, ever. You just let it be. But always wondered. On the other hand Joseph always admired you, adored you from afar, loved hearing you talk and listen about your day if both of you didn't see each other. You had his heart and he was scared to give it to you. You were one of many that stepped into his life for the better.

When he was casted as Eddie in Stranger Things, you were his number one supporter. Helping him with his lines if he needed, he brought you to set a few times to meet the cast who are your best friends now and meeting the directors too, they all loved you there.

They all said the same thing that you and Joseph were meant to be together. That you were his already. They saw it. You didn't.

He was a friend as much as it hurts to say it.

As you finished eating breakfast and putting away the dishes, Joseph walked into the kitchen seeing you had cleaned up already.

" Oh sweetheart, I could of done that" he said mentioning to the dishes. You shook your head, " It's okay, I got it."

Gently smiling at him with a touch on his arm causing him to shiver in delight. He glances down at his feet before looking back at you as you look at him with a soft smile.

" Something wrong?" you ask. He shook his head, " No, go get ready and we will go get the things you need for your cooking."

You nod leaving him standing there in a blushing nervous state. He was still in shock feeling the touch from your hand on his arm. He felt it. The sparks were there.

As you entered the shops with Joseph, you had not noticing that the paparazzi were snapping pictures of the two of you. It became unnoticed. You were more focused on preparing dinner tonight as the cast would be coming over meaning Jamie, Joe, Sadie, Millie and the rest would be coming over to hang out. You wanted to impress them with your cooking as they never had it.

Joseph had talked to them that they were all missing out how fantastic of a chef you were. But you were far from it, you learned to cook from your mother who was gladly sharing her recipes with you.

" You don't have to do this if you don't want to" Joseph stands next to you by the cart dropping the items you told him to get. You shook your head.

" I know, but I want to do it. I know you love my cooking, but I want to hear from our friends. Plus Jamie told me how you babbled your mouth about my skills."

He giggled. What a beautiful sound.

" It's true! You are amazing chef" you playfully rolled your eyes and grabbed one more item from the self.

" I just learned from my mom" he nodded. " When is she coming to visit again?"

" Next month I believe, she said something along the lines " I need to see you honey soon but that boy Joseph too."

He laughed shrugging, your mom absolutely loved Joseph and his personality. He greeted her with hugs and smiles, he was polite and your mom always told you he would be a great catch for you.

Everyone kept telling you this but you were just friends. Even if it hurts to say it every time.

Joseph helped you carry the groceries to the flat refusing for you to bring anything. " Joseph, give me at least one bag" he grumbled something due to the bag in his mouth he was carrying. You sighed following him, opening the door as he steps inside.

He sets everything in the kitchen.

" Not a chance. You aren't bringing these bags in, I adore you, but there is no need when I am around" he was really sweet.

" Awe, aren't you cute!" you blurred out, your heart racing not believing the words that let your mouth right now. Joseph paused as he processed your words, his cheeks becoming red as rubs the back of his neck.

" I do try, sweetheart"

After that he helps you put away the groceries before looking at the time.

" Oh!" you hadn't even noticed the time, they would be here soon and you haven't even started. Joseph watches as you took pans out and started to cook. He was in awe of you, every day and even now as you hurried to prepare the meal.

" Don't rush, they will love it anyways because you took the time and effort to do this for them" He says coming up behind you grabbing your shoulders, squeezing them as he looks down at you. Your cheeks are red feeling him so close to you.

" I know, thank you" looking at him over the shoulder he shot you a smile that made your heart race. It was one of those smiles he did but only for you.

An hour has passed and you need a smoke. Heading to the window, opening it letting the breeze out. It touched your cheeks as you took out a cigarette bringing a lighter to it. As you took a puff out not even noticing Joseph had walked in, changed and looking really nice.

He cleared his throat to catch your attention. As you turned around to face him, the cigarette from your mouth dropped on the carpet, your mouth a jar as you stare at him. He looked really good right now.

" Y/N!"he shouted bringing you out of your thoughts and pointed down on the ground. You looked down wide eyed hurrying to take the cigarette away to not ruin the carpet as you flicked it out the window.

" Shit!" you mumbled kneeling on the ground rubbing on the carpet to get the ashes out of it. Joseph shook his head as he walked over squatting down as he took your hands in his.

" Stop, don't worry about it" he says. But your gaze is on his hand in yours. Your eyes locked with his but he breaks the contact as he clears his throat again standing up.

You follow him and really look at him. He looks so good tonight, he always does but about tonight, he took extra to make himself good. For you.

"I need to get back in the kitchen" he nods but as you slip past him, your hand touches his and there is that spark again. You reach the kitchen doors placing both your hands on either side trying to grasp your breathing.

You two just had a moment. This has been happening all day today so far.

A knock comes to the door and Joseph answers it. You hear Jamie's voice, along with the others. They all came together it seems.

" it smells so good" someone says, you noticed the voice of Millie.

" Hey there, darling" you hear Jamie as he stand next to you. You glance up to shoot him a smile, but he sees the worry in your face and the look in your eyes.

" What's the matter?" He ask, you shook your head but before you answer him Millie walks into the kitchen with Joe, Finn, Caleb, Sadie, Gaten, Natalie and Charlie.

" Hi guys!" you greet each of them as they hug you tight.

Joseph stands in the back watching as everyone greets with his own smile on his face. He loves the happiness in your eyes as you greet everyone. He loves it when you happy because he is happy too.

Jamie watches him from where he is standing as he makes his way over.

" When are you planning to tell her?" He asks nudging his side. Joseph blinks as he notices Jamie has asked him something. " Huh?"

Jamie laughs and repeats himself. " I can't"

" yes you can, she looks at you the same way you look at her. She loves you"

Joseph didn't want to believe what Jamie was saying. He was scared.

You finished making dinner and everyone sat around the table to talk, when in the middle it Sadie brings your attention.

" Y/N? Have you seen this?" she asks bringing her phone up for you to see. You can't really see what it says but you noticed the picture. It was your hoodie that you were wearing today with Joseph by your side.

" what does it say?" Millie asks. Sadie looks at everyone not knowing if she should say or not when she locks eyes with you.

" It's a post about you and Joseph from today I'm guessing, there are a few more pictures. But the comments.." you take her phone from her hands reading through them.

They all mention how he shouldn't be with someone like her. How he deserved someone much prettier than her. It just kept going and going. These were his fans and they all hated you and assumed you and Joseph were dating. Your eyes were glossy reading the comments. The table was silent.

" Y/N.." someone said your name but the comments were was you just focused on. You excused yourself from the table running to your room locking the door collapsing on your knees.

Your back was to the door as you sobbed. You never imaged people be this cruel. To you. You did nothing wrong but words hurt and they were hurting you now.

A knock came to the door, " Sweetheart? It's Joseph. Open the door"

" Go away" you told him through your tears.

Joseph already saw the comments and the pictures. It hurt him to see you run out in tears. He couldn't believe his fans would treat you like this. He was anger at them.

" Please" he begged. " I want to help" he says. He waits a few moments before hearing the door unlock and he enters. His heart cracks seeing you sitting on the bed, shoulder shaking hearing you cry.

He never wanted to be the reason why you cried.

" Oh sweetheart" he kneels before you cupping your face with his one hand while the other is resting on your thigh rubbing circles as to sooth you.

His heart sinks seeing your running nose, your red teary beautiful eyes. He cups your face with both his hands, his thumb catching the tears that keep falling down your cheeks.

" I'm sorry.." you mumble. He is confused on why your sorry, he should be the sorry one for having fans that don't seem to understand what you are to him.

" Don't be. It's not you, it's them. Don't listen to what they say. Words do hurt, but they don't get you the way I do. They don't know how special you are to me, sweetheart. You make my whole world shine. You make me feel things that I never felt way before..." he says.

You watch him as his eyes become teary too, glassing over with a tear escaping his eye. It hurts your own heart seeing him like this.

" Joseph" you say his name in whisper, so gentle.

" Let me finish"

You nod

" My fans can say whatever they want to say but that shouldn't matter. What matters is right here, you and I. You are so special Y/N, you had no idea. You make my heart melt with just the sound of your voice. You are the first person I want to hear and see when I wake up and the last person I want to hear and see before I go to bed. You have been my biggest supporter with everything, even in my bad days, you make it brighter"

He licks his lips feeling his heart racing.

" What I am trying to say, sweetheart. I have been crazy in love with you for so long and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. You make me better every day, and I want to be the reason for that pretty smile"

He reaches with his index finger poking your nose making you giggle.

" Especially that giggle"

Your mouth is wide open at his confession, he is waiting for your answer and he is scared that after everything he said, he was going to lose you.

" Joseph..." you start to say, he gulps feeling like this wasn't what he wanted to hear after all this time. He was ready.

" I love you too" He gasps at your words, his hand coming in the back of your neck pulling you into him. Your lips danced against his wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him back.

Both of you smiling against each other lips.

" Awe! Finally!"' you hear from the door. Both of you pulled away to see your friends gushing and smiling at you two. Joseph and your cheeks turn red and look at each other with smiles.

Everything was going to be okay

#Joseph quinn #imagine joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #jewls writes #I was so happy when I got this request #thank you anon for requesting it #I hope you guys like it and don't let it flop

[luveline]

omg please the same james and reader from ur two drunk reader blurbs but w drunk james and he's like "i dont wanna be your friend" cause. u know (unless you have a different idea for them or u think this defeats the purpose idk up to you i love you thanks)

thank you so much for your request, this was perfect! really perfect, it got away from me a little bit <3 the prequels (you don't have to read): 1 2 3

You watch James struggle through a tequila shot with a fond look on your face. Leaning against the cold brick wall of Sirius Black's house, you can smell the comforting wafts of woodsmoke as the outdoor burner putters away, the sticky sweet smell of foxglove that peeks over the tops of his ordinate brown fence, the whispers of James' cologne where it lingers on his jacket. You wrap it tighter around yourself to stave off the cold chill. 

James sees this because he sees everything. 

"Are you cold?" he calls. 

You shake your head vehemently, lying but for a reason. If James knows you're cold, still, even after he's sacrificed his jacket for you, the too-kind boy will insist on going inside or taking you home. He's having a good time for once and you want that to continue. It's also the reason why you refuse the tequila offered to you. You don't want him to have to babysit you, and you've not quite learned moderation yet: you're trying. It's hard. Easier with James. 

He gives you a perfect smile, lips stretching over teeth and nose twitching. You're close to the fire, its heart warming your legs. James sits in a garden chair at a table of his friends. It's a tame party with an obvious VIP section that you feel lucky to be included in, though you know it's just because James is sweet on you, not because his friends really like you that much. 

Well, maybe they do. This is one of the only times you've been sober enough to tell. Or care.

James seems to be drinking for the both of you as he loses yet another hand of cards. Sirius had proposed the - quite frankly dangerous knowing James' awful poker face - rule of taking a shot each time you lose. James has thrown back one, two, five, you can't remember how many shots. There's a distinct brightness to his eyes. His card skills are deteriorating quickly. 

You're in no position to tell him to slow down, so you don't, but his pale friend Remus has your back. 

"Mate, stop. Sirius, don't make him have another." 

Sirius shrugs. "I's the rules." 

"James," Remus starts, then sighs as your dark-haired friend takes another shot. "Alright, you're banned. Go bother your girlfriend." 

You blush because you know he means you. James grins wide but then seems to realise he's being kicked out of the game. 

"Fuck off, I'm gonna win this one." 

A fresh hand is dealt and Remus peaks at James' inquisitively. "No," Remus says, patting James on the shoulder. "You're not." Then, when he makes no move to get up. "Y/N just said she was cold." 

James looks to you, betrayed. You look to Remus, betrayed. Remus looks at neither of you, and instead stubs his cigarette out in the ashtray smouldering away in the middle of the circle glass table to take a big swig of beer. He seems smug. 

"Smarmy bustard," you mumble to yourself with no real heat, traitorous face quickly transforming as James rounds the table. He's tall, looking down at you all soft-eyes and scolding. "Hi, Jamie." 

"You're cold?" he asks. 

You sigh, knowing that sooner rather than later, James' bloodstream is going to absorb the exorbitant amount of tequila he has drank, and then you are going to be in a lot of trouble. "Yeah. A bit. Aren't you?" you ask, and your question is sincere, looking over the bulk of his arms curiously and then with too much heat. You feel awful for thinking it, but he has very, very nice arms. He looks like he could pick you up. He looks like he could set you down. 

You're knocked from your unholy reverie by his hands, big and hot and kind as they rub up and down your arms. The friction is warming. The proximity is worse, a heat like hell in your chest. He's not looking at you as he says, "I'm warm-blooded." 

So am I? You think to yourself. 

He smirks as his eyes travel back to your face, though it's quickly gone, turns soft once again. He smiles at you slowly.

"You look very pretty tonight. Have I told you?" 

"You might have mentioned it," you murmur bashfully. He'd said it with little fanfare as you got in the car, so earnest it had felt inarguable, "You look stunning." 

"Shall I tell you again?" 

You put his obvious flirting down to drunkeness and push up off of the wall, hoping for a little bit of space between you so you can regain your balance and wits. 

"D'you want to go inside? See if they're playing any good music?" you ask, though they're probably playing the same records they always play here. 

James nods like you know he will and you smile your thanks, weaving through potted plants and over cracked paving stones into the house. The patio doors lead into the kitchen, which is busy with Mary and the other girls trying to cook four frozen pizzas on two pizza trays, and a bunch of people you don't know at the table talking rapidly about something you don't follow. James seems more interested and you selfishly grab for his hand to pull him with you into the living room.

He doesn't argue. "Is it me or is the floor soft?" he asks, words bundled together sloppily, fingers tight to the point of aching in your hand. He almost trips over the threshold. 

You flex your finger until he eases his grip, looking for somewhere for him to down. There, in the corner of the room, a desk chair. It spins, unfortunately, but James seems to like it. 

"There," you say, patting his shoulder with your free hand. He has adamantly refused to let go of the other. 

 They're playing a Stevie Wonder song. James doesn't know the words so he hums, and you try to think of conversation. Much more difficult when you're not inebriated. 

"How're you feeling?" you ask him, leaning down. 

He slouches in the chair. "Great!" he says too loudly. "You're not drinking?"

"I'm trying to be less of a burden on you," you tell him, lips barely moving as you confess. You're embarrassed. James seems to take a moment to ingest this. During his silence you fix his hair tentatively, tucking ink black curls behind his ears, marvelling at their almost elfin point. You readjust his glasses as you go, pushing them up his nose carefully. 

"There," you say, allowing yourself a quick squeeze of his cheek, a rapid dip into his honeypot eyes. "Good as new." 

"You're not a burden on me," James says. You laugh, wondering if this conversation will be two steps back the entire time. 

"Thanks, James. But I knew you'd say that." 

He frowns, shifting in the chair, chin jutting up almost testily. It's attractive, to say the least, and you're busy soaking up the details of his jaw when he says, "How could you know?" 

You're close enough to smell the tang of alcohol on his breath. 

"Because you're a good friend," you tell him. You go to straighten your back, stand tall again to join the party. James pulls you back in, hand wrapped into the fabric of his jacket. 

"A good friend," he repeats, licking his lips as he looks at yours. You feel a wave of heat wash over you. "Is that all I am?" 

You feel terrible, then. "No! Jamie, you're amazing. At everything, I value you for much more than your friendship." 

If he were sober you think he might have poked fun at your sappy confession or your nervous disposition. Tipsy James has much less humour. 

"What I mean, is: I don't want to be your friend, sweetheart." 

Your heart skips. For a split second you think, fuck, fuck, I've fucked it up and he hates me and then something in your brain clicks. Resounding, reverberating, a wave of chills follow. Your arm hairs stand on end. 

James is still looking at you seriously, dark, beautiful and somehow formidable. 

"James…" you look down at his lap where your joined hands rest. "You're drunk." 

"You don't believe me?" 

You kind of don't. All his physical signs, his heat, his magnetism and charm, they all might lead you to believe he liked you. The way he's looking at you now might have proven it alone. But he really is intoxicated, and you're not the catch he thinks you are. 

"I can't believe you," you say.

"Because I'm drunk." 

"Because you're drunk. Because I'm not." 

He runs the fabric of his borrowed jacket between his fingers, seemingly eating up the sight of your neck. "I don't follow," he says quietly. 

"I'd have to be drunk to believe it. Because it's – ridiculous. Because it doesn't make any sense. I'm sloppy, and stupid, and irresponsible and selfish. You could have any girl you want," you whisper the last sentence pleadingly, hand placating on his shoulder. You feel the corded muscle beneath shift as he sits up. 

"I want you," he says, and tries to kiss you. 

You hold him away from you. "James, stop." 

That one word makes him back off, looking lighter, expression abated by confusion. 

"You don't want me?" he asks. 

You bite your lip and turn your face to the side, as if searching for something to save you, a friend, a distraction. This side of the room is abandoned, everybody crowds the record player. 

You can't think. You don't know what to do. 

"James," you say, always his name, always like you were meant to say it. "You don't know what you're saying. What you're doing. And even if I believed that you did, I just saw you drink half a bottle of tequila. It doesn't matter what I want." 

His pupils wobble as his eyes move from one side of your face to the other. He seems to deflate, sighing loud, hand falling from your jacket. You're relieved as you stand, taking back a little bit of space. He's still holding your hand. 

He lifts them up. "This is okay, though?" 

"Yeah. This is okay."

"Sit down?" he asks, rolling the chair back so you can sit on the desk. 

You sit. He pinches your fingers, and after a while you feel his soft head of curls rest on your thigh. 

"What are you doing?" you ask, hand impulsively coming to card through them. 

"Trying to sleep it off," he says into your skin. “S’I can tell you again.”

Your heart stutters. You sort your fingers through his hair for a long time, thighs going numb. He talks to you in fits and starts that you strain to hear until he falls asleep. You keep stroking his hair. You don't know what else to do. 

"Oh, sweetheart," you murmur to yourself, taking the glasses from his face carefully. He smiles in his sleep like he's heard you. He has a nice smile. 

#james potter fic #james potter #marauders era #marauders #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter fluff #james potter blurb #james potter drabble

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Preacher's Son

TW: Preacher son James, modern au, teasing, kinda mean!James Potter, car sex, first smut writing.

You know how they say it's always the preachers' kids?

She was realizing that they might be right on that one.

“Like to confess anything,” James whispered into her ear while undoing her pants. His cross necklace was dangling in front of her face and the urge to grab it and pull him down to kiss her was increasing.

Instead she grabbed his face and turned his head so he could look at her. He raised his eyebrows in shock at her actions and stopped his attempts to get her pants off in the close corners of the back of his truck.

She whined at that and bucked her hips so he could continue taking her pants off that were already halfway down. He chuckled and leaned closer until their mouths were almost touching. One slight move and they would be kissing. “Is this what you wanted sweetheart,” he whispered, pressing his lips down on hers as hard as he could. He tapped her hips so she could raise her legs so he could get her pants off completely.

He rubbed her through her underwear and laughed when she pulled back from their kiss to beg him with her eyes. “Use your words and I might consider getting you off before Mass starts.”

“Please,” she whispered, leaning up and kissing his neck in the spots that would surely leave hickeys.

He grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her off of him. “No hickeys baby. You know that,” he chuckled, pressing harder onto the place where he knew her clit was making her gasp out in pleasure.

“Please Jamie,” she begged.

“Please what? Tell me what you want,” he said, faking a pout.

“Touch me please!” She cried out.

“I am touching you baby,” he teased, cooing when he saw tears of frustration starting to well in her eyes. A tear slipped out but didn’t go far as he caught it with his thumb, wiping it off of her face. “Aw poor baby. I’m being mean aren't I?”

She pulled him into her so her face was shoved into the side of his neck and nodded. She let out a gasp when she felt his finger swipe through her folds. Her underwear being pulled to the side as he started to tease her cunt.

He ran his finger through her folds a few more times relishing in the gasps and needy whimpers begging for more. Finally deciding to give her mercy he quickly found her clit and started rubbing gentle circles on it.

Moaning out, she bit James’ shoulder causing him to groan in pain and the slight pleasure he got from the pain. “Fuck,” he groaned out, tilting his head back and gently slipping one finger into her sopping wet pussy.

She released a high pitch moan before two fingers were stuffed in her mouth making her gag. She gave James a confused look before moaning again when he added another finger. He leaned in close so that his cross was touching her lips and his fingers. “You got to be quiet. The old ladies are now parking,” he whispered, leaning his head down and started to tease her boobs.

He grabbed her hands and brought them down to his dress pants and motioned for her to start unbuttoning his pants. “You gotta be fast baby, we only got a few minutes,” he said, taking his fingers out of her mouth.

“Why? You're not gonna last long?” She said, She gasped when one of his hands came up and gripped her face making her form a pout.

“Mmm. That just makes me want to get myself off and watch as you wither in need and desperation.” He nipped at her neck and pulled his boxers off, making her watch as his cock came out, the tip red and already leaking. “Just how I like you,” he whispered in her ear, relishing in the pathetic whimper when he took his fingers out of her cunt. “Oh calm down you whiny thing.”

She puckered her lips asking for a kiss, which made James’ chuckle and gently grip her jaw and lead them both into a small loving kiss. She broke the kiss in gasping pleasure when James entered her.

Leaning his head down in an almost mock bow he cherished the gasp that came out of her lips and her hot walls that were begging for pleasure. He moved his hips and thrust into her, dragging a small moan out of her mouth.

James was going fast but was still trying to find that little spot in his little love that would push her to the edge. He hissed when she put her hands under his shirt and dragged her nails down his back. “Fuck, you’re killing me baby,” he said, changing his hip movements a bit and smirking when she turned her head and bit the seat trying to muffle a moan. “Is that it,” he said, moving his hips in that direction again. She let out another moan but instead of responding she reached her hand down and started rubbing her clit.

“Fuck,” she breathed out a few moments later the peak of ecstasy was right there but something was stopping her from getting there. She whined and begged James with her eyes.

“I can’t baby not right now,” he said as she convulsed around him once again bringing him to his own high. “I’ll do it later. Come on sweetheart you can do it for me,” he said sweetly tilting his head back in a silent moan.

She closed her eyes and focused on the pleasure that was already happening. The cock that was brushing against and touching her g-spot and her hand that was rubbing circles on her clit were dragging her to the peak slowly.

Slowly and quickly she felt herself at her high. She grabbed James’ shirt in her hands and started to thrash around as her orgasm was running through her. James, grabbing her hips, started to go faster to chase his already fast upcoming high.

Groaning and tilting his head out in pleasure he felt his high run through him. Panting he leaned his head down and nuzzled into the crook of her neck, kissing it every now and then smiling at the small giggles that would come out of the girl.

He groaned unhappily when he heard his phone start to buzz as someone was calling him. Grabbing his phone he started to pull out of his girlfriend when her phone buzzed with a text. He looked at his phone and saw that his dad, the preacher, was calling him. “Yeah,” he said, his voice scratchy from his very recent activities. He looked over at her, who was trading her pants for a skirt and starting to look around for something.

Where are the tissues, she mouthed to him. James shook his head as his dad was speaking indicating that he didn’t have anything that she could use in his truck. She looked frantic but looked at her phone and slipped on her underwear anyways and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek before exiting the truck.

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She was on her knees for Mass, her body hurting from the cramped space of James’ truck. She widened her eyes when she felt something run down her legs and reached down to find that James’ cum started to leave her underwear. Looking up she met his smug looking eyes. He nodded his head at her and winked before her mother glared at her for raising her head.

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Where you goin, Star?

Bucky Barnes x Reader

BikerAU

Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam.

Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.

Chapter 14

Warnings: swearing, angst, talk of rape and attempted suicide

Star sat in the green room bouncing her leg nervously, waiting to be called out to talk to Anderson Cooper. The only thing that kept her from bolting was Bucky sitting next to her, holding her hand.

Sharon sat quietly, nervous to be spilling the secrets of powerful men but like Y/N was determined to see those men finally forced to accept the consequences of their actions.

Bucky had held her all night, even when she woke up crying, begging someone nameless to stop. He rubbed her back and whispered in her ear that she was safe. That morning she had tried on 5 different outfits before settling on a simple dress in a soft blue.

She was grateful for the make-up artist who was able to cover up the dark circles under her eyes and even out the blotches from crying.

When the intern finally came to take them to the set, Y/N felt like she was going to be sick and didn't want to let go of Bucky's hand. He stood and pulled her up with him.

"You'll be great, doll and I'll be just a few feet away. Anderson isn't some shock journalist and won't pull any gotchas on you. Just be you and tell your side of the story." He kissed her hands one after the other which made her feel warm deep inside.

The interview went well. Y/N learned more about how awful her father was when Sharon talked about her time with him. How he bragged about getting her mother 'out of the way' because she kept trying to protect Star from him. How he had beaten, raped and blackmailed Sharon into submission including threatening her family. His plans to have Bucky, Steve, Peggy, Sam and Nick Fury killed to ensure that Star had no one left to turn to but him and John. Sharon had thought that helping John end Alexander would make her life better but she just ended up with John on her all the time so decided to leave the country. When Jessica Jones found her and told her what Star was dealing with she felt like she had to speak up. She hoped to be able to come home and spend time with her own ailing father who had been in a car accident that killed her mother, an accident that Alexander had bragged about having a hand in and threatened to finish her father if she didn't do anything and everything he ordered.

Alexander was dead but his manipulations were still causing problems for innocent people.

Y/N talked about her experiences with her father, how he forced her to marry John and worked to keep her from her rightful inheritance from her mother and grandmother.

She told Anderson that she couldn't get too detailed about what John had done to her due to the ongoing case but what the attorneys said she could talk about was bad enough. Much of her story was corroborated by Jack Rollins confession.

They had to pause a couple of times as she told her story, the memories being too overwhelming to go on without a break.

Once it was all over, Y/N thanked Anderson for helping her tell her story without judgement and Sharon for coming forward and said good nite. She turned to Bucky with red eyes "Can we go home now, Jamie?"

Bucky nodded and pulled her into his side "Yeah, come on Star, let's go home and get some dinner. Pepper had the kitchen make pot pies and special brownies, so a nice hot bath, glass of wine, comfort food and chocolate." He grinned at her "Sounds like everything my Star needs.

She smiled back but her eyes were confused "Why do you work so hard to take care of me, Jamie? It's been 3 years and I'm technically still married. You must have had some kind of life after you left."

Bucky chuckled softly "My sweet, darling,

shining Star." He cupped her face in his rough hands, looking in her eyes sadly.  "I'm so sorry that I left, that I made you believe you couldn't depend on me, that you think you aren't it for me."

He kissed her forehead "You are everything and I will spend the rest of my life proving my love, that you can depend on me again."

Her eyes filled with tears "I, Bucky I, I-" she couldn't keep going and he pulled her into his chest.

Bucky rubbed her back as she cried "Shhh, it's alright Star. You're ok and I will never let John or Brock or anyone else hurt you." He pulled back and looked in her eyes "Even if you decide you don't want me-" he choked up a little and cleared his throat "Even then, I will always protect you. I will always be a call or text away."

He suppressed the urge to kiss her, he would happily go at her pace as long as he could be near her, however she needed.

"Come on, doll. Lets get you home."

After fighting traffic they made it back to Stark tower. There was press everywhere, a few ran up to try and peer through the tinted windows, shouting her name, looking for her. All she could do was sit quietly as Bucky held her hand.

Happy parked the car and got out to look around, making sure none of the paps were able to get in before opening her door.

"Don't worry miss, you're all clear now." He reassured her and offered his hand to help her out.

Star took his hand and smiled "Thank you Happy. I don't know how I could get through this without your help." then kissed his cheek.

Happy blushed and stammered out a quiet you're welcome as she pulled back.

Upstairs, Bucky ran a bath for her and called the kitchen to bring dinner while she soaked in the oversized Jacuzzi tub.

When she got out she lotioned up all over and put on one of Bucky's t-shirts and a pair of sleep shorts.

As she exited the bathroom the doorbell rang, which she figured must be their food.

Bucky made it to the door before her and when he opened it was almost tackled by a beautiful redhead who kissed him hard on the mouth, which is exactly what Y/N saw when she walked out.

Y/N felt her chest constrict, she knew it. Bucky was too good to be true, there was someone else. She turned around to go back to the bedroom before the tears welling up in her eyes started to fall, so didn't see Bucky push the woman off of him.

Star was too caught up in her head to hear Bucky snap at the redhead "Natasha?! What the Hell are you doing here?"

Natasha pouted "I got tired of waiting for you to call me and I saw that you opened your shop. I can work for you, answer phones or whatever." She smiled slyly at him "We can pick up where we left off."

Bucky shook his head "There's nothing to pick up because we didn't leave anything off. You helped us with some work while we finished school but there's nothing else." He looked around, wondering where Star was.

"How did you even get in here? The front desk is supposed to notify her of visitors."

Natasha glared at him "Her who? Have you been cheating on me Bucky Barnes?"

Bucky laughed "That would imply we were in a relationship when we weren't. I've never even touched you. You have to go, just forget we met because nothing will come of it."

He tried to shove her out the door but Natasha was surprisingly strong for her size. "NO! You won't shove me aside after all we've been through together"

Bucky shook his head "All we've been through? You're delusional, I'm calling security."

Natasha saw his phone on the table and grabbed it "How you gonna call anyone Bucky baby?" She teased.

Bucky smiled "Never said anything about a phone." his smile grew when there was a knock at the door and he heard Happy call out "Security! Are you alright Miss Pierce?"

Bucky called back "Come on in Happy, we have an intruder."

Happy came in with Rhodey and looked at Natasha "This the intruder?"

Bucky nodded "You might want to see how she got past Friday. She does not belong here."

Natasha scoffed "You don't have to get all stupid. I was just hoping to get paid."

Bucky looked at her in shock "Get paid? I paid you for all the work you did for us and-"

She laughed "Not that. Please, that wasn't worth the trip here. No, I'm talking about how Alexander Pierce paid me to seduce you so he could show the pictures to his spoiled bitch daughter. Well, he said he would pay me but now he's dead and I know his daughter won't pay me so I hoped to take it out in trade, with you." She winked.

Bucky's eyes turned cold "Pierce sent you? I should have known he wouldn't just leave well enough alone even after I left." He looked at her with something bordering on hatred "I don't know how to get it through your thick head. I told you before and I'm telling you now. I. Don't. Want. You. I never have, never will. You'll just have to write this off as a loss and don't bother us again."

He nodded to Happy who grabbed Natashas arm and pulled her out of the suite "Come with me miss, I have some questions."

Bucky closed the door after they left and went looking for Star. He found her sitting on the side of the bed, hunched over and tears streaming down her face. He sat next to her and she scooted away.

He spoke softly "I don't know what you saw or heard doll but she was never anything to me. She helped us with some paperwork and keeping organized with our plans but that's it. I never touched her. I swear."

She sniffled "It's ok if you did. It's been 3 years and I was married to someone else."

He reached over to caress her cheek "I know but no one I met could live up to my Star. No one ever will." He kissed her softly.

When he pulled away she asked him "Did I hear her mention my father?"

Bucky scoffed "Yeah, she claimed he hired her to seduce me so he could show you pictures to prove I had moved on. Apparently he never paid her so she came looking. Happy took her to find out how she got past Friday."

Star sighed "Even dead my father is still wreaking havoc on my life. When will it end?"

Bucky pulled her close "I don't know Star but I'll be here either way." he kissed the top of her head.

The doorbell rang again and he felt her tense up. "Don't worry doll, it's probably food. I'll get it.

When he came back into the bedroom carrying a tray with food, wine and a red rose in a bud vase she released a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

They both got comfortable and put on one of her favorite shows, Schitts Creek, to watch. They also ate more brownies than they probably should have and started giggling uncontrollably at David and Alexis' shenanigans until they fell asleep cuddled up together.

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The next nite they got together with Tony, Pepper, Steve, Peggy and Sam to have dinner and watch Y/N's interview. Star couldn't sit still while it aired and paced around the room.

"I don't know why I agreed to watch this with everyone, I can't stand to watch it myself." She groaned when she saw herself getting overwhelmed and asking Anderson for a short break.

"I sound so pathetic" she mocked herself "My daddy and husband are so mean. I was born in the lap of luxury and never wanted for anything but they were mean to me." She scoffed "When down I become so weak and whiny?"

Bucky went to stand in front of her, taking her hands in his. The warm roughness helped calm her down, his presence soothing her.

"Look at me Star" he paused waiting for her eyes to meet his. "You are not pathetic, you are one of the strongest people I know." He cupped her cheek with his right hand "Just because you haven't suffered financially, doesn't make your trauma less valid. And those fuckers were way more than mean to you. I won't get into what they did do but you know it was so much more than that."

He kissed her on the forehead "A lot of people would have given up and swallowed a bullet."

Stars eyes grew wide and more tears filled them, she looked down at the floor before whispering "I I, I did try but I failed at that too."

The room went silent as she cleared her throat to tell them something she hadn't told anyone.

"It was over a year after you left, my mother was gone, I had no friends, wasn't even allowed to see my horses without permission and John came home one nite, angry and drunk. Something about my father blaming him for me not being pregnant yet. I tried to fight back but I was too weak. He was especially brutal that nite, knocked me out and I woke in our bed, sheets stained from my blood and hurting everywhere. I knew I was trapped and it wouldn't get any better so I swallowed a handful of oxys with some tequila shots. Wrote a note 'I hate you and would rather be dead than live with you.' Brock found me and I woke up in the hospital with a very sore throat from having my stomach pumped. That's when he became my fulltime bodyguard/babysitter. Of course if I did favors for him he didn't care how many pills I took or how much I drank." As she spoke she shrunk into herself. "See, weak."

Bucky gasped and pulled her into a crushing hug "I'm so sorry for what I left you too but I can't tell you how happy I am that you failed. I promise it's gonna get better. You got away from them and after the trial you can move on with your life. You are not weak, you just needed to find a way out." he held onto her, rubbing her back.

Pepper looked at Tony sadly and he nodded in response to confirm that he already planned to do everything they could to help Star through this mess. She stood and went to rub Y/N's arm who was still in Bucky's arms.

"We've got you, Y/N." She looked at Bucky's friends who nodded "We're your friends and family now and will always be here. Those bastards can't hurt you anymore."

Star looked up and pulled Pepper into the hug, trying to speak through her tears but all she could squeak out was a sincere thank you before being overwhelmed and hiding her face in Bucky's neck. The rest of the group stood and joined them, creating a protective circle around Star.

When she was able to calm down Star thanked her friends for their love and support. They sat down to watch the rest of the interview until they were disturbed by a knock on the door.

Tony went to answer it to find Happy, looking a bit frazzled.

"Sorry to disturb you, boss. Thought I should give you a heads up." He looked around "Oh good, Miss Pierce, youre here as well. This concerns you." He paused. "First, that woman last nite was sent by one of Walker's people. Apparently he knew your father sent her to seduce Mr Barnes while he was gone and hoped she would put a wedge between you."

Tony looked at Happy expectantly "I'm assuming theres more."

Happy nodded "Yes. Ever since about 5 minutes after the interview started the phones are blowing up again and the press are at every entrance to the building looking for Miss Pierce." He looked at her "You might be stuck inside for a few days. Now that they know something of what Walker did they are even more determined to have some time with you."

Star shook her head "I knew this would happen but with the trial starting next week, interest was going to surge no matter what I did. I'm glad I got my side out."

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Bucky squeezed her hand and she squeezed his right back. He looked her in the eyes. "We'll get through this. Together."

Chapter 15

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[murderoushagthesequel]

The Only Good Thing

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, warning (827 words)

this one also really got away from me if you couldn't tell lol. i also... cried while writing this (it has a happy ending i swear) i'm just emotional atm lol... anywayyyyy enjoy lovlies <3

“You aren’t listening to me!” Regulus cries desperately. He wants James to scream and yell and run away from him, but every attempt Regulus makes to push him away, he just comes closer. “I’m only going to hurt you,” he mumbles. Regulus hangs his head, letting the anger and frustration seep out of him, giving up.

“The only person being hurt here is you, love,” James’ warm voice says. Regulus tries to hold himself together. Those words cut deeper than he ever would’ve expected them to. “I think you need to let yourself have good things sometimes.” Regulus falls to his knees and sobs into his hands. He needs to get away from James. He doesn’t want to taint the one good thing left in his life but he’s so tired. His body has had enough.

James sits down on the floor next to him and wraps his arms around him. Regulus pathetically falls into his chest, selfishly seeking all the warmth and love that James will offer him right now. James doesn’t say anything else, just sitting and rubbing light circles on his back. He isn’t running away, even when Regulus is in this awful state. He doesn’t know if that makes it better or far, far worse. 

“You’re the only good thing I have left, James,” he chokes out. “I can’t ruin that.”

“You need to give yourself more credit. You don’t ruin things, Reg.”

“But I do!” he protests, sitting up again and avoiding eye contact. “My brother is gone, my parents don’t love me, the whole school hates me-” He slumps down again. “Hell, the only thing that hasn’t gone wrong is I didn’t run off and join the Death Eaters or something,” he chuckles a bit at that, how bad does one's life have to get that just not being a Death Eater is the only upside?

“None of that was your fault,” James says softly. “Just please, let me love you, Regulus.” Regulus’ continued tirade of self-doubt catches in his throat. He takes a chance and looks into James’ eyes. They’re swimming with so much sadness. He caused that. He was right, James should’ve heeded his warnings.

James takes a deep breath and looks away. Regulus braces himself for the rejection he knows is coming. James bites his lip and flexes his hands on his knees.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it,” he starts, fiddling with his fingers, “but you’re the only good thing in my life.” Regulus feels the tears silently begin to flow down his face again. That can’t be right. “Things are pretty shitty right now to be honest,” he laughs, but partway through it breaks and turns into a sob. “Please don’t leave me alone.” And how can Regulus deny that?

“No, fuck, don’t cry,” he says, holding James’ face in his hands like it’s made of glass. “It’s going to be okay, Jamie, I promise,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Fuck it. If this is the hand they’re both dealt, they need to hold on to each other. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’ll never leave you again.” James looks up at him then.

“You won’t?” Regulus uses all the energy he has left to summon a shaky smile on his face as he nods. 

“I could never really leave you, James,” he admits. “That’s why I asked you to leave me.” James doesn’t say anything so Regulus takes a deep breath and continues. “I could never leave somebody I love so much.” Regulus doesn’t have time to process what’s happening before he’s being kissed by James Potter. It feels like a breath of fresh air after living underground his whole life. His heartbeat quickens and his whole body trembles, but it’s strangely comforting.

They’re both too exhausted to put any real heat into it, but all their raw emotions are still spilled out to each other in a silent exchange. Their faces are both stained with tears and they’re quivering from the weight of their emotions. James moves his lips slowly against Regulus’ and it makes him believe that they really do have all the time in the world, if they only let themselves. James presses his hands firmly against Regulus’ back and Regulus simply melts into him. He’s officially hopeless for James Potter. 

James pulls back and rests his forehead against Regulus’, both of them breathing heavily, inhaling each other’s exhales. It’s the most intimate thing Regulus has ever experienced and yet, he doesn’t feel uncomfortable. In fact, it feels like this is where he was always meant to be.

“You’re my home, Regulus,” James whispers, barely loud enough to hear. “I love you more than words can describe.” James settles down on his back and Regulus burrows his head into his chest. They spend the night whispering love declarations in the dark and sharing lazy kisses. Their lives are both shit, but they finally have each other.

#goddamn i haven't written a kiss in a while #i gotta do that more often #meant to spend like 10 minutes on this and instead i spent over an hour SOOOO #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jeggy #jegulus fluff #jegulus angst #ig? #regulus black #james potter #angst #fluff #fluff and angst #boys in love #marauders #marauders era #marauders microfic #microfic #jegulus microfic #jegulus fanfiction #james loves regulus #regulus loves james #they make my heart hurt #dead gay wizards

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Derek Hale x Reader

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Derek looked up as you shuffled into the loft. He could hear several whispers encouraging you to come in and speak to him. He smiled and leaned back on the sofa he was sitting on as you came nearer.

"Do you like scary movies?" You asked quickly. Derek frowned and looked past you at the group of curious faces peeking around his front door. They all quickly vanished when they spotted him looking at them.

“I do. Some of them anyway. Why?” He asked and you sighed.

“Well we’re going to a movie marathon and we wanted to ask you to come.” You started to explain. Derek nodded and shrugged.

“Sure.” He said simply and you nodded. He frowned again when you started making an odd noise which grew in pitch as it continued.

“Urrr mmMM!” You let out. You were now shuffling from one foot to the other while fiddling with your clothes.

“Is there a problem? You guys can’t all afford to go or something?” Derek asked. You huffed and looked up at the ceiling.

“Well. One of the movies is a werewolf movie and we wanted to tell you and ask if you still wanted to come in case it offended you.” As you spoke awkwardness made your body stiffer and stiffer as you tried to gauge how Derek was going to react. He laughed. Loudly and genuinely enough that Stiles popped his head around the door with his mouth gaped open.

“I don’t mind that at all. I’d like to come if that’s ok with everyone.” Derek answered. He watched you let out a huff of air, that you must have been holding in. 

“You really won't mind. We looked it up online. It’s very anti-werewolf.” You explained. Derek was grinning as he got up and went to fetch his jacket.

“I won't mind at all. It’s Halloween. It’s scary movie season.” Derek was amused when you looked a little relieved and as he followed you out you hurried ahead, hurrying to tell the others that he’d be coming along.

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[daydreamgoddess14]

Serenade

MASTERLIST

For the Tedbecca Prompt Party, based on prompt No.27 - A team karaoke night that changes everything.

Ted Lasso / Rebecca Welton- fluffy fluffy.

Rebecca sighed into just one more kiss, relaxing her body against his and letting him hold her up.

“I gotta get downstairs, sweetheart,” he mumbled from behind her ear, making her shiver.

“I know, I know.”

“Don’t want anyone sneakin’ up here to get me and findin’ out what we’re up to.”

“No, not just yet. I want to keep you for myself for a little longer.” He pulled away and looked her in the eye,

“I am yours. Nothin’ and no one gonna take that away, I promise. Gotta go, love you darlin’.” 

“Love you.” She whispered, watching him close the door carefully behind him. Not ten minutes later, she heard him out on the training pitch. She’d just touched up her lipstick when Keeley barrelled in. 

“Baaaabe! Karaoke on Saturday? Whole team’s in! There’s a new place where we can hire a private room just for us. Ted’s in - he’s gonna tell the lads after training. We haven’t done karaoke since Liverpool - it’s gonna be amazing!” She laughed as Keeley recounted the songs she thought every player should sing. “...Barbie Girl for Jamie, of course! Do you think I could get Beard to do a Meat Loaf/Bonnie Tyler duet with me? That would be so much fun. What about you? I can’t wait to hear you sing again! Oh my god, what do you think Ted would sing? Probably some country song, maybe like-”

“Kenny Rogers.” Rebecca interrupted. She cleared her throat, “I mean, I think he likes Kenny Rogers.”

“Wicked, yess - the Gambler! Right, I’ve gotta shoot. I’m taking Babs for lunch. Sorry you can’t join us.”

“Maybe next time. See you Saturday, darling.” Keeley blew kisses and hustled for the door, finally leaving Rebecca alone. 

~~~~~~

The new season was about to start, it felt like a million years since Ted had returned to Richmond after a lonely and destructive month in Kansas. He’d left her sobbing and heartbroken at the airport, watched as his best friend refused to join him, and still gone back. The feeling of instant regret as he walked into Michelle’s house still made him feel nauseous even now. It took an awful lot of prodding from Henry to get to the bottom of why he’d returned. His boy had talked and talked his ear off for weeks, trying to convince him it could just be a holiday and of course he could go back and all he had to do was say sorry and ask very nicely (and use his very best manners) to get his job back from Rebecca. To say she was surprised when he had knocked on her door - the rest of the building miraculously semi deserted due to the summer break - was an understatement. The other coaches had been in, peering around the doorway as they watched him through the corridor and up the stairs. He hadn’t said a word to them, just given them a little nod. 

“Hey boss,” he said with a little knock on the door. She’d been sitting in ‘his’ chair at her desk, looking over paperwork. Though she stood quickly, her knees buckled. He rushed to catch her, the words tumbling from his mouth. “I’m sorry, boss, I’m so sorry.” They’d both sunk to the floor in tears. After 20 minutes, the other coaches couldn’t wait any longer and stormed up the stairs en masse where they found Ted and Rebecca both still crying, both apologising. Roy held out a hand and pulled Rebecca to her feet, offering her a tissue from the box on her desk.

“So you think you can fucking waltz back in here and just get your job back?” Roy asked, looking at Ted but taking a step closer to Rebecca.

“Only if that’s what you all want. I’m under strict instructions to use my best manners and ask very nicely, but if you guys don’t think it’s a good idea then I understand.” They looked around at each other almost as if they’d expected this very situation to occur and had a plan for handling it. Rebecca took the lead and motioned to Nate.

“Can you step outside for a moment please, Ted.” He asked politely. Ted nodded and left the four alone. They spoke in hushed tones, in case he could hear them,

“What do you think?” Rebecca looked around the huddle. With Leslie on holiday, the three gentlemen around her had become her musketeers in recent weeks. Leslie had chuckled on the phone about being their d'Artagnan when he returned.

“I knew this would fucking happen,” Roy grumbled.

“We all did,” Beard agreed.

“Good job we kept this,” Nate held up a folder. He opened it up and pulled out a contract with Ted’s name printed on the top of the page.

“I nearly shredded it last week.” Rebecca admitted.

“So did I,” a chorus from the other three followed.

“So it’s a yes then?” Rebecca asked. Three nods of accord. “Ok, Nate, call him back in, please?” When Ted went back into the room a second time, he was greeted by a line up of Rebecca, with Roy and Beard either side of her looking like a protection detail, and Nate on the end. All arms crossed, all looking stern. “So what is it you’d like to say exactly?” She spoke firmly. Ted cleared his throat.

“Well, uhh… Turns out I made a mistake. You were right, boss. This is my home. I’m sorry to all of you that I made you feel like this wasn’t enough for me. I was worried that it wasn’t enough for Henry but I needn’t have, he loves this place just as much as I do. I’ll get on my knees if it helps, but I want you to know that I apologise and if you’d have me, I’d love my job back.”

“On your knees.” Roy growled. Ted moved to kneel but Rebecca punched Roy on the arm.

“Don’t be a dickhead. Get up, Ted. I can’t promise immediate forgiveness, but we’re all willing to have you back.”

“I can offer some tips on grovelling, if you like.” Nate added. Ted smiled,

“I appreciate you, Nate the Great. Coach?” He turned to Beard at last,

“Missed you buddy.” Beard sniffed, breaking the line to hug Ted. Nate joined them, followed by Rebecca who then pulled Roy in. “We got you something.” Beard said from the epicenter of the hug. Nate’s hand appeared in the air waving the contract. They broke apart and Roy grabbed a pen from the desk.

“Now fucking sign it.” Rebecca took the pen off him,

“Don’t be daft, Roy. At least give him a chance to get settled and sleep and make sure that this is what he wants. Because I tell you now,” she turned to Ted, “I’m not letting you fucking leave again once you’ve signed this. You have to be sure, Ted.” He nodded firmly,

“Yes ma’am.”

“Right, where are you staying?” His eyes swivelled to Beard,

“No room at the inn, pal.”

“With me then.” Rebecca concluded. “And tomorrow we’ll get the flat sorted. I’ll call my housekeeper and ask her to go there first in the morning, by the time you’ve slept off some jetlag she’ll have it all straightened out and ready.”

“We should celebrate,” Nate said, “I’ll call Jade and we can go to Taste of Athens tonight?”

“Good idea, I could murder a gyros.” Roy agreed.

“Excellent. I suggest you go with these lot and find out what you’ve missed out on for the rest of the afternoon? My driver will be here at 3pm.” Considering himself dismissed, Ted joined the others downstairs where he got brought up to speed on pre season plans. The team had started to come in three or four sessions a week to start ramping up their training. Next week would be their first full time week back. In their shared office, Ted realised that Roy hadn’t taken his desk.

“Been waiting til the start of the season.”

“You knew I’d be back,” he concluded.

“We hoped so. Didn’t want to announce a new coach, move onto your desk-”

“Rip up the contract.” Nate added.

“Right, none of that, until we were certain.” Beard explained. 

~~~~~

At 3pm, he heard the click of Rebecca’s heels in the corridor.

“That’s tools down.” Beard announced. He took Ted's case and put it into the boot of Rebecca’s car, tapping the roof of the car and giving them a wave, "see you at 7pm." He called. She unlocked the house and he diligently followed her, leaving his case in the hallway. 

"You'll have to excuse me, Ted, I'm not usually much of a day drinker but this is not a usual day." She poured a large glass of wine from the fridge. "Want one?" He handed her a second glass. 

"Are you OK?" He asked. She slid the glass over to him. 

"I'm fine, Ted. You probably know we've all sort of been expecting this. Or hoping for it at least."

"Yeah but… I didn’t leave the others crying in the airport." She brushed off his comment. 

"I was overwhelmed, that's all, I hate goodbyes."

"I'd Oklahoma you, but that feels a little cruel."

"Why, Ted? What do you think it would reveal?" He didn’t reply. He took his glass and walked around the kitchen slowly, taking in the miniscule details of her life. The little heart-shaped dish with a couple of pairs of earrings and a button sitting inside. The book open on the sideboard - spine cracked and pages down. A framed photograph taken at Ola’s, the team hardly able to all fit into frame, sitting on each other and squeezing in close - Rebecca and Ted in the centre. 

“Y’know, it wasn’t actually a realisation that this place was my home? It is, or at least, it’s part of it. It was actually something else that came to me. The reason I came back.” He looked at her fridge door, more photographs held down with magnets, a slip for an opticians appointment. “It’s you, Becca.” She didn’t turn to look at him, she kept her gaze down on the stem of her glass as she twirled it in her fingers. “Say something? Please?” He pleaded, coming round the island to face her. She shook her head,

“I don’t know, Ted. I don’t think I can put my heart out there again.” She looked sadly at his case down the hall and shook her head again. “No. No, I’m not really ready to talk about this. I’m happy to see you back here, but I hope you’re not back because you think I’m just going to open my arms to you. I have a headache, I’m going to lie down before dinner.” She took her glass and left him in her kitchen, dumbfounded.

Dinner was a happier affair. Ted watched with a smile as Rebecca talked animatedly with the Coaches, it was evident that they’d all become closer over the last month and that they’d been a big support to Rebecca when she’d needed it. They were clearly very protective of her, Nate and Roy sat either side of her and Beard directly across, giving her easy ways to avoid Ted if she’d wanted them. He resolved to give her the space and time she needed. He jumped right back into their original routine. The morning after his return, she woke to the smell of biscuits wafting up the stairs. Each day he went to great lengths to show his commitment to Richmond, and to her. He spent time wooing the team again, and separately, wooing Rebecca. With flowers delivered at home, meals, books he thought she’d like. Nothing overt and nothing at work, but he left her in no doubt over how much he really loved her. One night, he’d knocked on her door and sat with her while she watched Bridgerton, another night they’d looked through the final proofs of the photographs of the players which would be used across the season in their programs and literature. Each time, he left her at the door with a smile and a wave. He’d been the one completely unprepared when she’d kissed him. He’d spent the last couple of weeks trying so hard to win back her affection that he missed it when he’d actually been successful. They’d cleaned up after dinner and he’d boxed up the leftovers, “Here you got Wednesday and Thursday. Think I’ll do a stir fry for dinner on Thursday so that’ll give you lunch for Friday too.” She’d been standing directly behind him when he’d turned back from the fridge, and she’d kissed him so fiercely he’d backed up into the fridge.

He’d spent every night since with her. He’d maintained the flat, and no one at all knew of their relationship.

~~~~~~

The team were in exceptionally high spirits, ready for one big night out before they knuckled down to work and attacked for the Premier League trophy and the Champions League title. Rebecca chatted happily with Keeley and Jamie, Beard and Roy were passionately not-arguing over drinks at the bar, and the team milled around sharing laughs and stories of their summer breaks. Jamie, as Keeley had predicted, gave a roaring rendition of Barbie Girl which had everyone dancing and laughing hysterically, Beard and Keeley killed Holding Out for a Hero in the very best way and Rebecca had been encouraged to get up and sing Rolling in the Deep. The evening was drawing to a natural, happy end when Ted ushered the whole team onto the stage. Keeley and Rebecca stopped talking to look up at the little stage where the players had gathered,

“The fuck is this?” Roy asked.

“Fuck if I know.” Beard added.

“Uhh, the fellas and I put this together earlier today.” Ted confirmed with a nod. Keeley, sensing something incredible was about to happen, picked up her phone to record them. 

“I'm running out of ways to make you see

I want you to stay here beside me

I won't be ok and I won't pretend I am

So just tell me today and take my hand

Please take my hand” 

Rebecca could see Richard and Jamie shrugging at each other, none the wiser, Jan and Moe looked equally confused as the team all joined Ted in unison.

“Just say yes, just say there's nothing holding you back

It's not a test, nor a trick of the mind

Only love”

Ted continued, while again, Thierry and Isaac looked utterly baffled,

“It's so simple and you know it is

You know it is

We can't be to and fro like this

All our lives

You're the only way to me

The path is clear

What do I have to say to you

For Gods sake, dear”

The team again picked up on the chorus. All at once, the penny seemed to drop, beginning with Sam.

“Just say yes, just say there's nothing holding you back

It's not a test, nor a trick of the mind

Only love

Just say yes, 'cause I'm aching and I know you are too

For the touch of your warm skin

As I breathe you in”

He looked across excitedly at Ted, over to Rebecca and back again, and then began nudging the other players. He looked directly at Rebecca, and Jamie audibly gasped into the microphone. 

“I can feel your heart beat through my shirt

This was all I wanted, all I want

It's all I want”

The whole team were rapturous in the final chorus, they’d been participants in a declaration of love that none of them had seen coming, 

“Just say yes, just say there's nothing holding you back

It's not a test, nor a trick of the mind

Only love

Just say yes, 'cause I'm aching and I know you are too

For the touch of your warm skin

As I breathe you in”

Ted let them finish the song alone as he surprised them all even further by stepping down from the stage and getting to one knee in front of Rebecca. 

“Whaddya say, boss?”

FIN

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i hold it like a grudge - ch. 3

I don’t know why I’m awake and still editing 😭 I have to go to work tomorrow morning. It’s not even the weekend yet and I’m acting like it is but it’s ok, right? Right.

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Five hours later, Keeley is scrolling through pictures of you and Jamie on your phone. 

“Oh my god, you’re both so tiny!” she crows. She can hold her alcohol much better than you would have expected, but by this point, she’s definitely far gone.

You can’t bring yourself to have more than two drinks. Everything leaves behind an acrid taste, so you switched to water a while ago. That means you’re completely fucking sober as Keeley swipes through your entire friendship with Jamie.

“Wow, you two were like, attached at the hip,” she comments. “Is this your mums?”

It’s a picture of two women about the same age, looking at the camera with strained smiles. You remember that day. Your mum had slipped you and Jamie money to get ice cream with the condition that you’d eat it at the shop and not bring it home. She’d looked right into your eyes as she said it, conveying a message beyond her words. You were maybe ten years old and not sure exactly what she meant, but you nodded seriously and ran to drag Jamie down the street.

You and Jamie had come back, hours later with ice cream drips on your shirts, none the wiser to what had transpired in your absence.

“I remember that picture,” you say aloud. “Jamie’s dad took it, the piece of shit. He dropped ‘round and was a happy drunk until he wasn’t. Mum threatened to call the police, but Georgie still came away with a black eye. They thought me and Jaim didn’t know, but,” you shrug. “You know how it is when you’re ten. You know fucking everything.”

Keeley nods, and you take it as an invitation to keep talking. “We used to share a brain, basically. Hardly ever seen without each other. You know we didn’t even date till I was in secondary? Mum was so surprised we weren’t already sneaking around behind her back. Guess she and Georgie used to talk about it a lot. Jamie was home four hours after she died. Not even sure how, really, he was out of town. I asked him about it once and he wouldn’t tell me, the little shit. That night… I couldn’t sleep. It was awful. I sneaked out of my room and down the hall to her bed, because it still smelled like her, you know? I had this dream that she was still there with me and when I woke up it felt like I had lost her all over again. I had to remember that she wasn’t just downstairs making breakfast.”

You pause. It’s all coming out so matter-of-factly, like it happened to someone else.

“Anyway, I just laid there and cried. The first tear had barely fallen when Jamie just came in and got in bed next to me. I think he had just woken up, but he… he held me so fucking tight and whispered, ‘I felt you crying. I can be here as long as you want,’ and then we just stayed there. We were there for fucking…hours. He just let me cry and didn’t say anything, just kissed the tears off my face and handed me tissues. The next couple days he moved all my things from the house to a room at Georgie’s. She had this like, office thing upstairs that was basically a closet, but it was the same layout for mine and theirs so it was familiar if that makes sense? Like they were mirrored, so her room was the same as mum’s and Jamie’s was the same as mine, then a third little bedroom that had room for a bed and that’s pretty much it. Jamie offered his room, but I didn’t want it. It felt wrong, somehow. And I couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed to do any of it but he did everything. I think Georgie probably helped, but when it was all done, he brought me over and he’d decorated it just how I would’ve. Except he made a copy of his Roy Kent poster and stuck it on my wall, right next to one of his dumb headshots he liked so much. He slept in that little bed with me every night until he went back. We were nineteen at the time, right before he got signed for City. We loved that team. Used to watch it every time it was on the telly, and he always told me he’d play for them some day and take me to every match, even the away games.”

You trail off. You’ve run out of steam, back in the present reality. This is the first time you’ve allowed yourself to look back fondly, to wonder how Georgie and Simon are.

Meanwhile, Keeley’s staring at you, openmouthed.

“Shit, babe,” she says.

“Shit,” you agree.

“How the fuck did he know you were crying?”

You wiggle your head back and forth. “Like I said, he said he felt it. I mean… sounds strange, but we used to be able to feel when things were wrong with each other. Even if we were in different places. We used to text and be like, ‘oi, you good?’ and every time, the answer was no. It’s like a nauseous feeling, you know?”

“No,” Keeley shakes her head. “I don’t fucking know.”

“Right,” you say, “I’m done being sober. Give me the fucking bottle.”

Keeley cheers and passes it your way. You take a swig and make a face. It still tastes like shit, but it’s better than trying to figure out the implications of Keeley’s five little words.

No. I don’t fucking know.

—

The next week, you’re slipping charms on a necklace for someone name Ashley, part of a set for a wedding party. You’ve had a steady stream of customers this weekend, many tourists from out of town passing through on their way to the heart of London. You check instagram in between sales and see that your location is getting tagged in stories and public posts, and you smile. 

The day passes by smoothly and by the time you lock up, it’s drizzling ever so slightly. You grin and step out the door, turning the lock then back around to head up the street. You run smack into someone and say, “Shit, sorry,” before realizing it’s fucking Jamie. You scoff and go to step around him but he puts himself in your path.

“I’m going back to Manchester,” he tells you without preamble.

“Gaffer sent me back. Thought you might want to know.”

“Okay,” you reply lightly, as if to a stranger, then duck past him again. You hurry away and risk a glance back. He’s still standing in the rain by your store, watching you walk away.

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[autobot2001]

One Terrible Cold

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Pairing: Drift X Jamie (OC) Description: Jamie is sick with a terrible cold.

Combining Fluffy February & fluffbruary day 10; care, flush. Day 24; apology, fuzzy. Day 26; recovery, fluff, care package Also includes febuwhump day 18; too weak to move.

Crosshairs is up at six in the morning. He's gotten into a routine of using the gym in the house. He has found this helps him a little, and he should get back to working out more often. Crosshairs has been more focused on Jamie and worries about leaving her, even if she's with Drift or other friends. Crosshairs and Drift know this isn't healthy for them, but it's hard not to worry about Jamie. Drift is also up early. He knows what Crosshairs has been doing at six in the morning. "Come downstairs with me," insists Crosshairs as Drift opens the windows and deck door curtains. "No, I—" Drift stops and walks towards the bed. Crosshairs also sees Jamie's flushed face, "she's warm." The two know about human illness and care for Jamie when sick. They don't like seeing her sick. "She'll be asleep for a while. Join me for a workout, then cook soup." Drift sighs and agrees. He gets changed in the bathroom, and the two go downstairs.

The two have a nice forty-minute workout and shower downstairs. The two inform their friends Jamie is sick and that Drift will make soup.

Jamie is awake when Crosshairs walks into the room. Judging from her behavior, he knows she's been sick but disregarded it. He also discovers she has a low-grade fever. Just adds to feeling uncomfortable. He knows Jamie doesn't want to get out of bed, but the living room would be a better place for her. Jamie whimpers as Crosshairs picks her up with her blankets.

Crosshairs knows he made Jamie feel worse as he lies her on the sectional. He gets her as comfortable as possible. He puts the TV on to something Jamie will like. Aware she'll fall asleep.

"She has a cold with a fever," Crosshairs tells Drift as he sits on a stool at the island, "which means she's been sick for a few days already. She probably had a sore throat. Now, her nose is starting. I put her in the living room." Drift knows Jamie will be asleep most of the day, and Crosshairs would sit by her without being asked. The two get their breakfast once the soup is cooking in the slow cooker. They know Jamie won't want anything. Not even hot tea.

Drift checks on Jamie after breakfast. As Crosshairs thought, Jamie is asleep. "You really should go do something," Crosshairs insists. "You both should," they hear Cogman, "she'll be asleep for several hours. You two need to take care of yourselves." Cogman knows why Crosshairs and Drift overworry and can't blame them.

Crosshairs joins Drift in his onsen. Both because he's unsure what else to do and everything he worries about Drift not taking the time to relax. "I know she has a cold. Nothing related to the damn chemical in her blood, but…" "I know, after coming so close to losing her, it's hard not to worry. We need to work on that. She has a cold. Even if it turns into the flu, she'll be ok." Drift leans on Crosshairs, who puts an arm around his shoulder.

They relax in the onsen for half an hour. They return to the living room, even though Jamie is still asleep. The two sit in the sectional. Leaving space between them and her. "I thought you two would be longer," Cogman whispers. "No," Drift replies. "You know why, Cogman," they hear Vivian. The silver human-sized mech leaves the room, "I know you two worry, but you have to take care of yourselves." Vivian puts a hand on both their shoulders, looks at Jamie, and leaves, knowing she can't make them leave. The two relax on the sectional, waiting for Jamie to wake up. Hoping she'll want to eat.

Jamie feels awful when she wakes up. She doesn't feel warm even with the fluffy blanket over her and the crackling fire. Her guardians see her trying to get warm, and they know that's concerning. "Flu wouldn't be gradual like this," Drift worries. "We could be wrong, and she was fine until this morning. We can test. I'll go get a test kit from Ratchet." Crosshairs leaves the room as Drift feels Jamie's forehead. Jamie feels warm. Jamie feels too weak to sit up. Turning to her side feels impossible. Drift watches, worried.

Crosshairs comes back twenty minutes later with the test kit. "Sorry, Ratchet was giving me care instructions whether she has a cold or the flu." Much to the two mechs' dismay, they must sit Jamie up. She whimpers as they sit her up. Crosshairs is quick to get the sample he needs. The test will take ten minutes. Jamie feels more uncomfortable once she's lying down. Drift goes to make soup. Crosshairs waits for the test results to see if he needs to get flu medication from Ratchet.

"… she can stay in there," Vivian tells Drift, "she'll be warm with the fire going. Even with her asleep, it's still better than staying in the bedroom. Let me know if you need anything." Vivian leaves the kitchen while Drift prepares the carrots for the soup. "Well, the good news is Jamie doesn't have the flu," Crosshairs tells Drift as he walks into the living room, "but she feels awful. Ratchet isn't concerned about the fever. It's rare, but not an issue right now." "Vivian said we can keep Jamie in the living room. It's a good idea. The issue is the walk to the bathroom compared to if she were in our room." Crosshairs gives Jamie medicine, hoping it'll work, though she has eaten nothing, so she'll have soup when it's done.

Crosshairs has to support Jamie sitting up to take the medicine while all Jamie wants to do is lie down. While not having the flu is good, Crosshairs hates how bad of a cold Jamie has. Relieved that she gets sick twice a year at most. He ensures Jamie is as comfortable as possible. Even though he knows she'll be asleep soon, he puts the TV on.

The terror twins and Lily find out Jamie is sick. "Good thing we need to go back to DC," Sunstreaker comments, getting a displeased look from Lily, "now you don't have to worry about getting sick." "Unless anyone sick doesn't return to school, there's still a chance I can get sick." "We have to go back to DC since you have school." "Sunstreaker is worried about Lily missing school?" Crosshairs says, "but he's right. Jamie will recover within a week."

While the soup cooks, Drift attends to Jamie, who feels nauseous and too weak to move. Drift is unsure of Jamie's intentions as she struggles to sit up. He realizes too late that Jamie will throw up. "Scrap." Crosshairs rushes in, worried. He sees Jamie throwing up on the sectional and floor. Cogman walks in, more worried about Jamie throwing up than the mess. "I'm going to have to take you upstairs," Drift tells Jamie, hating he'll add to her discomfort. "I thought you gave her medicine?" Cogman asks. "I did. Despite instructions on the package stating without food is fine, this is still possible. This cold just wants to kick her aft," Crosshairs sighs.

“You need to change your shirt,” Drift tells Jamie, “a bath will help you, but I’ll hold off for now,” Jamie hates how cold she is as she changes her shirt. She didn’t think Drift would remove her socks, “I found fuzzy socks in your drawer. Forgot I left these here.” Drift puts the socks on and lies Jamie in bed. He hears a knock on the door. Crosshairs and Ratchet stand in the hallway when Drift opens the door. “I didn’t tell him to come,” Crosshairs’ says. “I’m concerned about Jamie throwing up since all she had was medicine.”

Ratchet hates continuing to cause Jamie discomfort but wants to ensure she’s not getting worse. He’s hoping Crosshairs and Drift haven’t thought about that, knowing how much they worry about Jamie already. “It’s a terrible cold,” Ratchet tells the two mechs, “I can give you an injection of anti-nausea medicine, and it’ll be working when you wake up and can eat.” Jamie says nothing. Ratchet gets his medical capsule, puts on gloves, and prepares the syringe and Jamie’s wrist. Jamie whimpers as Ratchet injects the medication. “Sorry, this should help you.” He puts her arm back under the blanket.

After telling the two mechs to let him know of any signs of Jamie getting worse, Ratchet opens a groundbridge to return to the N.E.S.T. base. Crosshairs gets Drift to leave the room after Drift washes his hands since they both know Jamie will be asleep for a few hours. They know they’ll likely get sick, but hoping if they get sick, it’s not as bad, and hope Jamie’s cold doesn’t turn into pneumonia.

It's been four days since Jamie got sick. She still feels awful. While Lily is in school and Sideswipe is teaching his class, Sunstreaker visits Jamie. That was expected, but Crosshairs didn't expect him to bring a medium box with him. "What did you buy?" Crosshairs asks. "A fluffy blanket, but Lily and Sideswipe wanted to make a care package." The two go into the bedroom.

Jamie is awake. She and Drift see the box. Sunstreaker tells them what he told Crosshairs as he opens the box. He takes out a fluffy red blanket. "This will keep you warm, unlike that thin one," Sunstreaker comments as he covers Jamie with the blanket, "I wasn't expecting Lily's mom, Lexie, to make cookies and insist I give you three a dozen after hearing Jamie is sick. The blanket is why I have this box. Lily and Sideswipe wanted to contribute further. I told them not to." Jamie grabs the bag of cookies. Sunstreaker is happy to hear Jamie has eaten today without worrying about throwing up. The three mechs watch her eat a cookie. Despite still coping with low energy and excessive daytime sleep, she now stays awake more during the day. Sunstreaker is told he, Sideswipe, and Lily can come on Saturday. However, Sunstreaker isn't sure because he doesn't want Lily to get sick and miss school. "We sure this is Sunstreaker?" Jamie jokes. "Still with that?" Sunstreaker complains. Jamie smiles, "you think you're so funny?" Sunstreaker tickles Jamie until she coughs, "all right, I'm going back to the base. Maybe we'll be back on Saturday." "I think she'll be recovered from the cold by then," Drift comments, "except for a possible persistent cough for a while." Sunstreaker leaves the room. After finishing the cookie, Jamie goes back to sleep.

#transformers fanfiction #transformers #transformers autobots #transformers drift #transformers crosshairs #bayverse crosshairs #bayverse drift #Jamie (OC) #fluffy february #fluffy february 2024 #ffluffbruary #fluffbruary 2024 #fubuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #care #flush #apology #fuzzy #recovery #fluff #care package #“too weak to move”

[heircurse]

| | | Q. FIVE SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE.

₀₀₁ ... royal beggars — architects.

royal beggars , royal beggars ... do you wanna live forever? ( live forever ) alone , alone , alone. 'cause we're broken ; all hope is dead but we're coping. somebody save our souls. like a bird in a cage , trying to fly away. is this the price that we have to pay? overflowing with rage , yet we still obey.

₀₀₂ ... runs in the family — amanda palmer.

all day i've been wondering what is inside of me , who can i blame for it? i say it runs in the family. i still have my health , at least that's what they tell me. if wellness is this , what in the hell's name is sickness? but business is business and business runs in the family. we tend to bruise easily , mad in the blood ... i'm telling you this 'cause i want you to know me , know me and my family , we're wonderful folks. but don't get too close 'cause you might knock me up.

₀₀₃ ... mama's gun — glass animals.

did you say something , what'd you say? was that your voice , or was that me? little voices buzzing poison , backward noise drown everything. doctor swango says i'm psycho ; says they all from neverland. they'll never ever let me be. was that your voice or was that me? ... dirty dustin said he saw him playing ball with dizzy jim ; dizzy jim had never spoken , whispered back " you murdered him. " my heart strings broke and it was me. i pull , they stretch infinitely. in the summer silence , i was getting violent. in the summer silence , i was doing nothing.

₀₀₄ ... russian roulette — 10 years.

it's russian roulette with no luck ; you could kiss it goodbye. there's no such thing as sympathy when the disease is entering ... the taste is so divine , a chemical come alive. welcome to your vice. good luck with life. 'cause you can't kill me that easily. it's so nice to meet you ; it's so nice to know you. now that your guards down , let me show you.

₀₀₅ ... it's yours — loathe.

claim what's yours , follow his footsteps. loathe as one carved into their foreheads. worship this primal sin ; exhausted , i'm craving more. incessant , it's pulled me in. screaming , " it's yours , it's yours. " do you remember me? will you ever see? what you'll do to them , what you've done to me? i am unstoppable. i am untouchable ... i am the chosen , this is your way. you are misguided ; rue your last day.

| | | Q. FIVE QUOTES THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE.

₀₀₁ … i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring. ( why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain gave me such shame. ) — jamie oliveira.

₀₀₂ ... who's the real you? the person who did something awful , or the one who's horrified by the awful thing you did? is one part of you allowed to forgive the other? — rebecca stead.

₀₀₃ ... i'm not a violent dog. i don't know why i bite. — isle of dogs.

₀₀₄ ... your father exerted his violence on others. your mother was sympathetic to the suffering of others. one day you directed the violence you had inherited toward yourself. you dished it out like your father and you took it like your mother. — édouard levé.

₀₀₅ ... last night , you held your father’s body and said to him all those things you never wanted to say to anyone — apologies , mostly. then animal sounds , claws and teeth where your heart once glinted. there is no ravenous spirit like that of the grief stricken , no vicious hollow like the insides of a boy searching for his father. — w. todd kaneko.

#𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᴬᴮᴼᵁᵀ ˒ ◟ study. #𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᴬᴮᴼᵁᵀ ˒ ◟ dash games.

[steamystrangerfics]

Lessons

Ok. First ST fic (well the actors, rest will be characters). This will most likely be parts. I wrote is all in one night so don’t sue.

Summery – I saw this thing on twitter the Joe Quinn would always ask Keery if his accent was good. And like aw! (Also there’s Jamie in here because I didn’t mean to it just happened. Opps. Also Maya bits.bc friends)

Warnings: Fluff, smutt. 18+ I guess (I mean I was reading these things like wayyy young but you do you. I’m just a pig i guess), oral (m+m). idk what else – back in the day we never did warnings on fics

On set for filming ST s4vol1. ‘Damn.’ Joseph thought to himself, ‘how the hell will I survive this.’ Joseph Quinn, who was just introduced as Eddie in Stranger Things, found himself in a trance gazing at those gorgeous brown locks. “Hey, freak”, Maya yelled from across set. She could see what- well, who- Joseph was fawning over. She walked over to him with a wide smirk on her face, “You know, he doesn’t bite”. Joseph’s smile grew even bigger as his imagination went wild of the thought of Joe Keery playing rough. “Um, loverboy”, Maya whispered in a warning tone, “iceberg, 6 o’clock”. Joseph’s thoughts and images of Joe has cause him to become hard just as they were to start the next scene. Luckily, Eddie wasn’t in much of the scenes they were filming today, so he hurried to the men’s room. ‘Why here?’ Joseph sighed as he knew he had to finish what he had started. He took his hard member in his hand and massaged it as he would want Joe doing to him. As he was finishing, a part of him knew that this was the closest he would get to being with Joe because there was no way that man was gay. “We need everyone on set for an announcement” announced the Duffer brothers. As everyone was quickly gathering on set, Joe noticed that Joseph and Maya were both missing. Before the brothers made the announcement, the cast went looking for them. “There you are”, Jamie had walked into the men’s room, not realizing what exactly Joseph was doing at first. “Dude, I’m so sorry, there’s an announcement, they’re looking for you-everyone. Just-um”, Jamie was not losing his words as he felt embarrassed as to what he walked in on. Joseph quickly cleaned up and pulled himself together. Just then a quick smirk grew on Jamie’s face, “okay, we’re both adults here- you gotta tell me who!” Joseph immediately goes to push past Jamie and snaps with a harsh tone, “I don’t have to do nothing”. Jamie grabs Joseph by the arm, “we’re both new cast members”, he states which makes Joseph turn to him, “we gotta stick together. I’ve seen you looking at people, hanging with people. Just tell me who. I think it’s cute that you’re in here fixing yourself. Maybe I can even help you score in the long run”. Jamie raises an eyebrow as he is staring into Joseph’s eyes, it’s like Jamie is trying to read his mind, now just inches away. After a few moments of silence, Jamie breaks, “we need to get to the announcement, but remember what I said.” Jamie has a devilish smirk as he walks off, it’s almost like he is Henry in real life. ----------------------------------- A few days have passed, and all the cast members are out at a bowling alley. Millie, Charlie and Jamie were all sitting around talking in their on-stage American accents and laughing. “How are you all able just to pick up an American accent so perfectly and that simple?” asked Joseph who had been having a hard time on set with his American accent. “It wasn’t easy at first”, chimed Millie. “No, it took a lot of reading my lines over and over again,” mentioned Jamie, “I even found it better to practice with someone with an American accent to bounce it off of. Just as Jamie said that Joseph felt a kick under the table. Jamie then spoke up, “since Mille, Charlie, and I don’t have as many lines with Joseph as you do, you should help him out more…privately.” Did he just say that - to Joe? Joseph’s mind was mush, and his jaw was on the ground. “I’d love to.” Joe said with a sweet smile as he locked his gaze with Joseph. His eyes glistened even in terrible lights, love, that word sounded so pretty coming off of his plump, pink lips. The loud clashing of the bowling pins brought Joseph back to reality. “Did you hear me?” It had seemed that even walked over to the arcade, leaving a Joe and Joseph., “I said we can start as soon as tomorrow. We would just have to do it around filming”. Joe’s voice was so soft, so caring. “Y-yeah”, the only word Joseph could mutter out. He didn’t understand what exactly made him so weak for Joe, but something felt different tonight. Maybe talking to Jamie wouldn’t be a bad idea before tomorrow. “Jamie,” yelled Joseph across the arcade not realizing how loud he was. Jamie was over playing air hockey with Maya. “I’m here to you know”, said Maya with her arms crossed in front of her. She was very bad at pretending to be mad. “Well, I could use both of you-“. “Ah. Man trouble” Jamie cut Joseph off with a grin. “Could you not tell the whole cast”, Joseph hushed Jamie. He thought how the rest of filming would be if they all knew, if Joe knew. He would surely hate Joseph. “They all know”, whispered Maya, “you aren’t very…graceful at hiding your infatuation for Joe. The way you stare at him, fawn over him, always have to be next to him, laugh at everything-“ just then Maya was cut off. “Hey that is because he is very funny,” Joseph rebelled. They could see they made him a bit upset by poking fun. “What can we do to help?” Jamie reached out a hand for comfort. The three of them decided to go back to Maya’s place for the night after Joseph had told them a bit about the “accent lessons” that will be happening tomorrow.

--------- “I’ve never liked a guy this much before, and I’m worried-“ Joseph was fully confiding in Jamie and Maya. “Well, he agreed to this right? So, there’s something” chimed Maya who was sitting bouncing on her bed like a little kid. “There’s one sure fire way to always know,” there goes Jamie acting and sounding like Henry again in his sly, slow, soft, intimidating voice. Joseph was now worried about what would come out of Jamie’s mouth, but also willing to hear it. “You just have to touch him, and then see if he likes it or not.” Jamie was now walking over to Joseph who was perch on a light grey bean bag chair, “and when I say touch him… I don’t mean on the hand like a 3rd grader. While you two are going over lines,” Jamie raised his hand to Joseph’s body as Joseph’s eyes widened, “find a way to slide your hand on his thigh.” To Joseph’s surprise Jamie’s hand started mid-thigh and was slowly tracing the hem of his jeans upward. Joseph closed his eyes thinking of his hand on Joe’s leg and wondering how it would feel, or if it would turn Joe on? “Boys, would you like me to leave?” laughed Maya. Luckily, she stopped Jamie before Joseph’s mind got too imaginative again. Joseph opened his eyes, realizing who was touching him. He quickly sat up straight noticing that he had leaned his pelvis closer to Jamie with legs open. “No, nothing is going any farther than that, tonight.” Jamie winked. Joseph was so lost and turned on and the same time. He knew that doing exactly what Jamie just did would reveal if Joe was interested. But he couldn’t shake what just happened here, was this more than just Jamie helping him? Nonsense. ------------- The next day, they were off to the sets again, and Joseph was ready more than ever thanks to Jamie. Today they were mostly filming the California scenes, so Joe asked if they wanted to run some lines. ‘Wait. But What if he doesn’t like it and It’s weird. I would have just touched his thigh. What if Joseph doesn’t wrong?’ thoughts of worry raced through Joseph’s mind as they walked into Joe’s dressing room. “Here, it will be nice and quiet in here to run lines without distractions,” Joe gestured for Joseph to walk in first. “Such the Gentlemen, Keery.” He said as he walked in to try and ease some of his tension. As they both sat down on the sofa somewhat close to each other, Joseph’s leg was shaking from nerves. “You that nervous about speaking in an American accent?” Joe teased. “Yeah,” the only word Joseph could mutter out again. “You’re cute when you’re nervous, you know that.” Joe locked eyes with Joseph, ‘Was he into me’. Joseph’s mouth was a gap in shock. Cutting the tension Joseph spoke up, “I was thinking we could start here”, instead of saying what page and line number he leaned across Joe and pointed on Joe’s script to where he wanted to start. In doing so Joseph had to balance himself by placing a hand on Joe’s thigh, which he could feel the muscles tense up. As Joseph sat up to pull the rest of his body closer, he kept his hand on Joe’s leg and his eyes locked on Joe. Since Joe didn’t stop him, he kept going. Remembering what Jaime did last night to him, Joseph started moving his hand slowly up, tracing the inseam of Joe’s dark wash denim pants. Joseph was not letting his eyes leave sight from Joe’s gorgeous hazel eyes where his pupils are now dilated.  Joseph noticed Joe has let him be just slightly from his groin and so he stopped, looking for permission. “Why would I want you to stop now?” Joe said in a raspy voice. It was obvious he was enjoying every moment. Joseph continues moving his hand up, now tracing Joe’s bulge. In doing so, Joe was now thrusting his pelvis, yearning for more. He wanted in, but he knew going slow would be more tension for them both. While one hand never stops, his other hand tugs at Joe’s shirt, “May I?”. “Rip it, baby”, Joe yelps. Joseph is enjoying how vulnerable he has Joe under his touch. Seeing Joe shirtless, his abs, his chest hair, it turns Joseph into an animal, “Come here” he says as pulls Joe by the back of the neck with both hands into a strong sensual kiss. Joseph now straddles Joe on the chair and presses deeper into the kiss, wanting to taste every bit of him. Joseph presses his tongue to Joe’s bottom lip, asking for entrance which is given to him. In turn Joe groans into Joseph’s mouth, something he didn’t know was in himself. Joe breaks the kiss, panting for air, with a long grin on his face, “why are you getting all the fun?” Joe starts to undo Joseph’s belt when a knock at the dressing room startles them both. It’s Jamie. “Joe,” he called, “they need you on set. Are you still in there running lines? Joe?” The doorknob starts to turn as Joseph catches his breath, “yes, we will be right out”. As Joe grabs his shirt to put back on, Joseph throws himself on top of Joe once more, kissing him, tasting every last bit as of this might be the only time. “My place, right after filming!” Joe said as he broke the kiss to go out. Joseph just stood there in shock, waiting to wake up from another one of his dreams. Not this time, this was real, he felt all of that.

“So, what were you two doing?” Jamie asked later that day while Joe was filming. “Lessons” Joseph replied thinking about how Joe was just seconds away from tearing open his pants. Joseph wondered what would have happened after that. How adventurous, dirty, and rough was Joe Keery, he thought. “So, are you guys having lessons again?” Jamie winked knowing full well what went on in the dressing room. “I mean,” Joseph replied, “you can’t master an American accent in just on small session, especially when it is interrupted.” He was now glaring are Jamie, making it known that Jamie stopped them at very wrong time. “Hey, they needed him on set, you’re lucky it was me that offered to go get him. I’m like your hero, twice now, you owe me.” --------- Just as filming was wrapping up for the day, Joseph went into Joe’s dressing room to surprise him. Joe hadn’t come back yet so he waited. When Joe entered the room Joseph’s heart skipped. Joe was so sweaty from the last scenes they had just worked on; he was even sexier. “My god”, Joseph murmured. Joe blushed, “you like this”, he asked as he did a runway walk towards Joseph, flipping his hair at the end. Joseph grabbed him by the waist and pulled Joe close to himself. Their hearts were beating a mile a minute, “are you ready for tonight,” Joseph asked whispering in Joe’s ear, sending tingles down his body, “because I’ve been waiting so long for this”. Joseph couldn’t help but nibble on Joe’s ear, sliding down to his neck. Joe didn’t want it to stop, but he gently pushed away, “let’s go. It will be more comfortable, and we will have the rest of the night to ourselves.” With that they both left in one car to go to Joe’s place, leaving Joseph’s car at the set since they would just be back in the morning. Walking into Joe’s place, Joseph couldn’t believe how Joe had started taking control over everything, he knew that would have to change because no one dominates him. “What do you want to drink?” Joe asked as he made himself a drink. “Water is fine, I’m verry thirsty.” Joe grabbed a water out of the fridge and joined Joseph on the sofa, rolling his eyes at that comment.

Now looking stern into Joe’s eyes, Joseph put a hand on Joe’s arm, “What are we doing here, Joe” Joe was taken back by the question. “I thought this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He places the question back to Joseph. “I do, this all started so fast though. I want to make sure you are on board,” Joseph paused, he was struggle to find words, “I don’t want to do this if it’s just going to be a fling either.” He looked away for a second, feeling bad that he started this just to bring this conversation up. Joe now put down his drink, and rested both hands on Joseph’s lap, “I haven’t known how to tell you how I feel, then when you touched me like that,” Joe’s eyes were now tear-filled, “I never want you to stop. Please.”

Joseph smirked as he got up on the sofa on his knees turning his full body to face Joe, “now that that’s settled,” he growled pulling off Joe’s shirt, to which Joe was at his command once more, “let’s cut the shit and continue where we left off.” Joe laid back onto the sofa letting Joseph have him. Joe was letting out quiet moans as Joseph started nibbling and sucking every inch of Joe’s torso and neck, “Scream for me, Joe”, he demanded, wanting Joe not to hold back. “Jo-seph!” he cried; Joe could feel every inch of himself getting stiffer. He wanted his turn, remembering that he didn’t get it when they were in the dressing room. Letting the pleasure continue, Joe’s hand traveled down to Joseph’s pelvis to undo his buckle. After waiting for a nod, he quickly undid the belt, dropping it to the floor. His hands ventured inside Joseph’s waistband, pulling his jeans down to show his boxers. Joseph kicked them the rest of the way off, piling them on the floor with his belt. To Joseph’s surprise, Joe grabbed him and flipped him to the bottom, “Why is it that you are always in charge? Don’t you trust me?” Joe said this with an evil look on his face. Joe was now straddling Joseph leaving him unable to go anywhere, even though there was nowhere he’d rather be.

“Take it all off for me, handsome”, Joe leaned into Joseph’s ear with a soft but naughty voice, his lips lingering on the word all. “The work is half the fun”, Joseph taunted him pulling him down into a deep passionate kiss. “Don’t try to distract me, I’m in control,” Joe hesitated, “as long as you’re okay with all of this.” Joe looked at Joseph with care in his eyes and Joseph comforted him, “I want all of this babe, dominance is just something I’m not used to giving up”, he giggled. “Well, be warned because I’m in control for the rest of the night” Joe’s voice was stern and deep, it was sexy yet haunting. Joe began kissing Joseph in the crook of his neck, “Say my name”, he demanded. Joseph couldn’t believe how it all felt, “And what if I don’t,” he teased trying to see just how far he could push this handsome boy. “Well, then you’ll be punished.” Joseph’s eye’s widened with pleasure, and with that he melted beneath Joe.

Still straddling Joseph on the sofa, Joe begins to fully strip the rest of his clothing. As Joe undoes his pant to pull them down, he notices Joseph’s hard, throbbing bulge under his boxers, “You just can’t contain your excitement, can you?” Joe laughs as he drops his pants to the floor along with his boxers, leaving himself fully exposed on top of Joseph. "Now I'm not going to say it again,” he said in between kissing Joseph, “Take. It. All. Off.” Joe was now laying on Joseph, thrusting himself down on him at a very hard and steady pace. “Make me, big boy.” Joseph growled, it took everything in him not to comply and strip down, to leave the of fabric of his boxers in between them.

“Now,” Joe begged in a teasing voice “how am I supposed to take all of this,” his hands grabbed Joseph’s dick through his boxers, “in my mouth if you won’t-“. Just like that Joseph was bending to Joe’s words and had his boxers on the ground with everything else. “That’s more like it”, Joe snickered as he took in every inch of the man that had been pinning for him. “Enough damn words and just suck me! I know you want it, Joe.” Joseph was so hard, and his face beet red. Joe kept kissing Joseph, biting his bottom lip. Soon he trailed down his torso leaving bite marks everywhere his lips went. With each moan, Joseph bit harder. Joe got down on his knees as he looked up at Joseph who gave him the go ahead. Joe began to massage Joseph’s dick with his hand, it was plump and throbbing already, and decorated with precum. He went on to leave small kisses around his shaft, taking the moment in. Finally, Joe just couldn’t hold back any longer took. “Fuck,” Joseph was enjoying Joe’s lips around his tip. Joe slowly goes deeper, circling his tongue in a rhythmic pattern. Sucking harder, Joe can feel Joseph tugging at his long, luscious curls, turning him on more. Coming up for some air, Joe gives Joseph another devilish smize, “I’m going all the way, I can take you. You only stop if you need it.” With a fearsome grin, he goes back for more. This time grabbing Joseph by the ass he pulls him in tight as they begin to thrust in sync with one another, faster and harder. Joe now has Joseph’s long, wet, cock all the way into his throat. “Fu-ck, Jo-e Keery”, Joe looked up to see Joseph’s eyes rolled back as he yells Joe’s name. Joseph couldn’t help but grip Joe by the back of the shoulders to help stabilize him; in doing so he was leaving marks from the sensations rushing through him. “C-com-,” he couldn’t mutter out that he was about to cum, but Joe understood. With a final few thrusts, Joe took in all that Joseph had to offer before he collapsed on the sofa next to Joseph. Joseph sat there bewildered at what just happened, “So,” he mentioned, turning to look at Joe, “I had no idea you could do that.” Gripping the back of Joseph’s neck, Joe pulled him into another passionate kiss. Joe’s tongue was fighting for dominance over Joseph’s in their mouths, he could still taste the gin on his breath. Releasing from the kiss, Joe replies “That is not even the best part of what I can do to you. But we will leave that for another time since it is late.”

#maya hawke #jaime campbell bower #joe keery #joe quinn #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steddie #steddie smut

[hollybell51]

Chapter Seven

The greyhound and the setup

A Heart of Ice - Jack Frost x fem!Reader

Chapter Six, masterpost

Word count: 1339

Summary: you are a witness to more of Jack’s chaos, and for the record, you definitely tell him “it’s a trap” as well as “don’t go”.  

Notes: more awful action scenes, but hey, look at me go with three chapters in one night. 

You stood, unable to move as Jack disappeared over the edge of the roof. Slowly, you raised a hand to your tingling lips, your breathing uneven and your hand shaky. Why you froze, you didn’t know. It wasn’t that you didn’t like it, it wasn’t even that you were shocked. You just… froze. You could still feel his hand around your waist, pulling you towards him. He’d kissed you. He’d kissed you.

And you wanted him to do it again. 

Of course, you’d thought about it before -- who wouldn’t? -- but had never actually done anything. Sure, you’d come close, once when the two of you had broken into a hotel and drunk through a bottle of the best bourbon you’d ever tasted, then gone for a midnight swim in the large and very fancily illuminated pool, and a few times in the slightly less crowded corners of clubs where you could avoid being passed through by people who didn’t believe in you. You’d wondered what he’d taste like (and still did, it hadn’t lasted long enough for you to answer that question), what he’d feel like (”soft” was all you could think of right now), whether his lips would be as cold as the rest of him (they were). But you’d never actually crossed that line. Until now. 

“Where is (Y/N)?” North’s voice came from below, snapping you out of your head.

“She’s uh, she’s outside I think,” Jack answered.

“I’m coming!” you called, jumping to the room below. “What’s the deal?”

“Shh!” Tooth held a finger to her lips, pointing at Jamie.

“Sorry!” North whisper-shouted. “So, how are you feeling Toothy?”

“Believed in!” she grinned, and he laughed.

“That’s what I want to hear!”

“Oh, I see how it is.” Bunny’s voice interrupted, and he hopped up from a hole in the corner of the room. “All working together to make sure the rabbit gets last place.”

“Shh!” you chorused.

“You think I need help to beat a bunny?” Jack asked, pulling a sack of teeth from behind his back. “Check it out, Peter Cottontail!” He didn’t look at you, you noticed.

“You call that a bag of chompers?” Bunny raised an eyebrow, pulling his own sack out. “Now that’s a bag of chompers.”

“Not that it really matters or anything,” you said, lifting your own bag of teeth -- which was bigger than both of theirs, “but I got more than both of you.”

North pushed between you, stopping anyone from replying. “Gentlemen, (Y/N), this is about Tooth! It’s not a competition. But if it was,” he added, slamming a massive sack on the floor in front of you, “I win! Yee-haw!”

You opened your mouth to tell him to shut up, but were stopped by a click and a bright flash, the beam of a flashlight. “Well shit,” you said, freezing in place. 

Jamie was sitting up, fully awake and staring at you. “Santa Clause?” he whispered, “the Easter Bunny? Sandman? The Tooth Fairy! I knew you’d come!”

“Surprise!” she laughed, “We came.”

“He can see us?” Jack asked, looking at the kid like he couldn’t quite believe his eyes.  

“I don’t think he can see us, Jack,” you said. You wanted to reach across and take his hand, pat his shoulder, something. But again, you felt his cool fingers through your dress, and you blushed. This was hell.

He glanced across at you, then looked away again, pink flooding his cheeks.

“Shh, you guys, he’s still awake!” Tooth reminded you, ending the awkward moment.

“Sandy, knock him out.” Bunny commanded. The little man nodded, advancing with his fist in his palm.

“Huh?” Jamie frowned, recoiling.

“With the dream sand, ya gumbies!”

Sandy was stopped from doing anything by a growl from the bed, drawing back as a dog advanced towards you, baring its teeth.

“No! Stop! That’s the Easter Bunny!” Jamie told it, reaching forwards to pull it away. “What are you doing Abbey? Down!”

“Alright,” Bunny said, “nobody panic.”

“But that’s a um… that’s a greyhound.” Jack observed gleefully, pointing at Abbey. “Do you know what greyhounds do to rabbits?”

“I think it’s a pretty safe bet he’s never met a rabbit like me. Six foot one, nerves of steel, master of tai chi, and the ancient art of—” he broke off as an alarm rang out, sending the dog into a frenzy of barking and growling.

You jumped, glancing across at Jack who was grinning at Bunny, his staff still slightly extended towards a clock on Jamie’s bedside table.

“Crickey!” Bunny exclaimed, jumping backwards away from the dog. Absolute chaos erupted as Jamie shouted at Abbey to stop, Sandy frantically juggled a ball of dream sand between his hands, and everyone tried to get out of the way of Abbey and Bunny.

“Uh, Sandy?” you shouted over the noise, jumping out of the way as Abbey rushed past. The little guy nodded, taking aim and hurling the ball of sand. But Abbey was too fast, and it missed her, instead hitting Tooth full in the face. She collapsed to the floor with a sigh, a ring of golden teeth dancing above her head.

The dream sand kept flying around the room, ricocheting off the walls. It hit Bunny just as he leapt over the bed, stopping him in his tracks and sending him the same way as Tooth. It bounced, then collided with Abbey and kept going, its next target North.

You phased out of the way as it headed towards you, narrowly avoiding being sent to sleep. The weight of North falling onto the bed sent Jamie flying through the air, only to be caught by Sandy who finally sent him into a deep slumber.

In the silence, you, Jack, and Sandy were the only ones still conscious. You looked between them, then at the others snoring on the floor.

“This is uh, this is your fault.” you said to them, pointing mainly at Jack. Sandy jingled indignantly, placing Jamie on the end of the bed and flashing a range of symbols above his head.

“Hey, Sandy—” Jack started, crossing his arms.

“You set the alarm off,” you accused, then turned to Sandy again, “you threw the sand.”

Sandy jingled reluctantly, surveying his work.

“I really wish I had a camera right now,” Jack sighed. He nudged Bunny’s leg with his staff, stifling a chuckle. You had to admit, it was pretty funny. And God, you wished you’d kissed him back. You wished you could go back and do it, get rid of the awful thing between you now. You were Cupid, you should be able to fix it.

A noise from the window jerked you out of your thoughts, and you turned to see something dark and trailing black sand standing there, its eyes glowing like embers in a fire. A Nightmare. In an instant, it was gone, leaving nothing but a sort of coldness behind.

Jack gasped, running towards the window after it.

“No, Jack, wait!” you shouted, grabbing his arm and spinning him to face you.

“I have to, (Y/N)!” he protested, glancing out the window. 

“No, Pitch sent it for a reason. He wants you to go, don’t play into his stupid tricks.”

“How do you know that?” he asked, frowning. “How do you know so much about Pitch?”

You should have told him. You should have told him everything right there, gotten it out in the open instead of festering inside you. “Know thy enemy,” you shrugged instead. “Please, don’t do it.”

He frowned, then looked over his shoulder into the night. Gently, he removed your hand from his arm and pushed you backwards.

“No, no, don’t you dare—”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), I have to.” And with that, he leapt out the window after the Nightmare.

“Ugh!” you stomped in frustration, then spun and punched the wall. “Fuck!” you shouted as your knuckles made contact with it, it bloody hurt. “Dammit, Jack!”

Behind you, Sandy jingled softly, looking up at you with concern.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, sucking your knuckles. “Bloody Jack.”

Sandy raised his eyebrows, a heart of golden sand appearing over his head.

“Shut up,” you said. “Come on, we better follow him. Idiot’ll get himself killed otherwise.”

Sandy frowned, chewing at the inside of his cheek. He looked from you to the window to you again, then tilted his head on the side.

“Yeah, I know, but the harm’s done, so we may as well take advantage of it. I don’t think Pitch’ll be expecting three people, probably not me. He knows I wouldn’t fall for that, I think he’s after Jack. If I knew why…”

Sandy shrugged, jumping up onto the window ledge and stepping out onto a platform of whirling golden sand. He looked back at you, a question in his eyes.

“I’ll be right,” you smiled.

Chapter Eight

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