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you're losing me 02 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 5k

genre: angst, married couple, age gap, ceo jk, nepo baby oc, second chance romance

rating: 18+

warnings: pregnancy scare, mean possessive jungkook 😾, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, fingering, choking, oc gets her hands tied bc she's a brat ! ☝🏼, blowjob, cum eating, car sex, teasingg, tipsy oc, v vulnerable oc :(, dirty talk, daddy kink, crying, one boob bite methinks

summary: having a bit too much fun at chanyeol's halloween party, jungkook unexpectedly joins the party too.

a/n: it's finally here !! i hope u like it hihi <3

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Chanyeol never misses with his Halloween parties.

And usually, you never miss with your costumes too, but given the circumstance you’re glad to even attend.

Truthfully, it was entirely your own fault, and you hate to admit it because you had been extremely excited to wear your customised Barbie doll outfit, but one spill of your wine and the dress was disastrously ruined.

So you had to come up with a spontaneous Plan B.

You finally found usage for the small Victoria Secret wings from their special collection you received during a fashion show. Cinching a lace-embellished corset from Dolce & Gabbana, you paired it with a flirty ruffled miniskirt from Chanel. Your hair was crowned with crystal-embellished hairpins by Jennifer Behr. And oh, those satin heels by Jimmy Choo, adorned with dazzling crystals, added the perfect dose of sparkle to the outfit. You think you might’ve redefined last minute-magic.

“You’re trending on Twitter.”

As you sit on the couch, reaching down to retrieve the ping pong ball for Eunwoo turn at beer pong, Chanyeol abruptly shoves his phone in front of you. His screen is showing the trending page on Twitter.

“Didn’t realise my costume is that cute.” You look down on yourself. It’s a basic costume, but you would have thought that Chanyeol’s vampire look gained more attention.

“Your outfit’s cute, but everyone’s talking about what you posted on your Story,” Chanyeol remarks. He taps on your name trending and scrolls through a myriad of Tweets, with people reposting the picture.

“Oh.”

Eunwoo peeks over Chanyeol’s shoulder and reads the Tweets. He chuckles. “Everyone’s just talking about how hot we look.”

You giggle, swatting his arm.

You didn’t expect a little mirror pic creating chaos to this extent.

It was just a funny coincidence seeing Eunwoo dressed up in a matching costume to in a devil costume, complete with fitting horns and wings, creating an impromptu couple costume. It was his idea to take a picture.

You probably should have considered that Eunwoo is a rising idol and actor. Everyone adores him. And seeing him photographed next to a girl off-screen, especially when it’s not for a highly anticipated KBS drama, might not sit well with everyone.

“Has your hubby seen it?” Chanyeol asks.

You shrug. “I dunno. Maybe? He does regularly check what I post.” But he told you how busy he is today, so you’re not sure if he saw.

“Have you thought about my offer, by the way?” Eunwoo asks.

“What offer?” Chanyeol curiously chimes in.

“The lead role in my next drama. They're srill looking for an actress and honestly, I think ___ would be incredible for this one.”

Chanyeol’s eyes grow wide. “You two in a drama? That’s insane.”

“I’ve never tried acting. Not sure if I’d be any good,” you confess,

“I feel like you’re good at anything,” Chanyeol assures with a grin.

“I’ll think about it.”

They both resume playing beer pong with the others while you watch them as you drink.

As you take a sip from your drink, the weight of lingering gazes persists – less intense than in the beginning, yet a subtle scrutiny remains.

The curious looks undoubtedly trace back to the headlines two weeks ago, when pictures of Jungkook and you in his car near the gynaecologist’s building surfaced online. Captured in a vulnerable moment, perched on Jungkook’s lap with tears streaming down your face, you know how it must’ve looked like to the public.

You couldn’t stand those pictures making the rounds, especially with you in tears.

2 weeks ago

“You don’t need to worry.” Jungkook gently traces his thumb over the back of your hand.

You huff, frowning at your interlaced fingers. “But I do worry.”

“Love, if you are potentially-”

“Don’t say it!” you cut him off. “Hearing the word makes me more anxious.”

You hear him utter an exhausted sigh. “You said yourself that your period has been irregular in the past.”

“Yeah, minus the morning sickness.” Your tone is a bit sharp, maybe even sassy, and you don’t actually want it to come off that way and in another circumstance you’d feel guilty, but you’re too drained from your emotions and the conversation to care.

“But the tests you took were negative,” he tries again.

“It’s just plastic. I can’t trust it.”

You took countless of pregnancy tests weekly, filled up the bathroom bin with those stupid little things until you finally acquiesced to Jungkook’s persistent suggestion to schedule an appointment with your gynaecologist.

The slow traces on your hand come to a halt. His fingers lightly squeeze your chin, directing your gaze at him.

“I promise you, whatever the outcome is we’ll make the best of it.”

“I don’t understand how you’re able to stay calm,” you say, eyebrows arching at his composed demeanour.

In truth, this is an authentic depiction of your relationship dynamic. You deal with lots of anxiety, always have been, and Jungkook stands as the serene counterbalance – tranquil and calm, akin to a gentle, silent breeze sweeping over your arms just as it gets unbearably hot in summer and you’re out of options to cope with the temperature.

But this is concerning you both and you can’t grasp the ease with which he handles the plaguing situation.

“Either outcome won’t change anything drastically.”

You head turns to the side and your stare out the windscreen, a hint of pique evident as your tongue pokes your cheek.

“I don’t want a baby.” It’s barely a whisper under your breath. “But you want one.” Your eyes flutter back to him.

Thinking about it, it dawns on you that a potential pregnancy would undoubtedly bring joy to everyone in your life. Especially your dad, who has been eagerly anticipating it for years – bugging you about it almost every time you see him. However, at 24 you have dreams beyond motherhood. The thought of being tied down to it now fills you with a quiet sense of unease.

You know that Jungkook views it differently. It’s understandable; he is 31, and despite mutually agreeing to wait for a baby, for him it’s not the end of the world. His calm demeanour, shaped by having navigated through a previous marriage and bringing a wealth of life experience, contrasts with your apprehension.

Jungkook hesitates. “I do want a baby,” he confirms, a shadow of regretful longing crossing his face. “But it doesn’t matter. Whatever the result is, I will support it – I will support your decision.” Upon squeezing your bare thigh, he realises how cold you are. “Love, you’re freezing.” He fetches a fuzzy blanket from the backseat that he keeps there just for you. He tucks you under the comfy blanket.

“It’s ‘cause I’m scared,” you mumble, leaning back in your seat.

“Come here.” He softly anchors his hands on your hips and guides you to his lap. “It pains me to see you like this.” He wraps the blanket around you tighter. “You don’t wanna go in there and get this done quickly? Avoiding the inevitable messes with your headspace.”

“Just a few more minutes.”

Jungkook mindlessly cups your cheek, tatted knuckle skimming over your skin.

Maybe it’s the way he peers at you. With a gentle shimmer reflecting sheer fondness and poised to unfold the world at your feet, build a home for you wherever your finger points to without having to ask. Maybe it’s the way he is holding you to himself, his hands serving as a protective embrace, a shield warding off any harm that would dare come your way. Or maybe it’s the tall, daunting building on the side of the road, towering over you like a spectre of uncertainty.

But something brings tears to your eyes – making you grow smaller and younger and suddenly fragile.

“My love,” Jungkook utters tenderly. It fills you with warmth and so much love.

Worry contorts his face. His hand around you holds you tighter.

“I’m not gonna cry.” It serves more as a reassurance for yourself than for him.

“You know you can when you’re with me.”

You refuse, adamantly shaking your head. But when you lose control over the tears stinging your eyes, you bury your face into his neck.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, adding a small peck to your temple. “It’s okay to feel this way.”

“Don’t like it,” you murmur into his now tears stained skin.

“But there’s no point in denying it.”

“There’s just...so much. All at once.” You lean back a bit, finger pointing right to your heart.

“I know, love.” He gingerly caresses your back. He softens at your trembling bottom lip, a piece of his own heart falling apart upon seeing you vulnerable on his lap. “I’ll carry everything you can’t, remember?” It’s a vow that formed the foundation of your shared existence. In the quiet assurance of his voice, he continues, “I’ll carry your worries, your fears, your doubts.” His promise is a soothing melody in the symphony of your shared moment. “As long as we talk – communicate properly, this won’t be difficult.”

“But we do talk,” you reply, scrunching your stuffy nose. “No?”

“Yeah, I know.” He nods, thumbing away the tear from the corner of your eye. “But I need you to be honest with me regarding this. No hiding your thoughts from me.”

“I won’t.”

“You’re ready now?” Jungkook asks. As much as he comforts you, traces of curiosity glimmer in his eyes.

“I think so.”

“There’s nothing to worry.” Jungkook smiles in that boyish and lovely way that it coaxes a weak smile on your face.

Jungkook had been right the whole time. You weren’t pregnant.

There had been nothing to worry.

You’re still in awe at how he never doubted his feeling. He just knew you weren’t pregnant – typical Jungkook, always has this uncanny grasp on things, like an innate ability.

Your gynaecologist attributed it to a lack of vitamins and advised better hydration.

Jungkook, feeling more than a tad guilty, bombards you with constant reminders to take your vitamins, drink and eat even more than he used to.

“Is that Jeon Jungkook?” A hushed female voice utters to the person beside her.

As you gaze upward, your eyes lock onto Jungkook in the back of the crowd. A flutter dances through your heart at the mere sight of him.

Jungkook’s presence demands every ounce of attention as people instantly recognise him. He’s draped entirely in black. His pants temptingly cling to his thighs, the buttons of his shirt straining across his chiselled chest and strong arms. His Rolex sits prettily around his wrist, it’s gleam harmonising with the brilliance of his wedding ring.

And you find it so funny, silly almost, because this is just Jungkook in his work attire, you see him like this every day, and yet people’s eyes morph into tiny hearts as he effortlessly strolls by, leaving a trail of heated admiration.

Sometimes Jungkook has a way of teasing your sanity. He turns your life into a whimsical romance, making you wonder if you’re living in a silly, sappy romance movie with the dreamiest guy as the lead. Because in this fleeting moment, the world around you dissolves into a blur, and you see nothing but him. Everyone fades, except him.

“Jungkook!” You stand up, a bit wobbly on your heels. He immediately wraps his hands around your sides.

“Hi, love.” He kisses you softly.

You missed his sweet, gentle voice when he talks to you.

He rakes a stare over you, one brow arched. “You’re already drunk? Who’s been giving you drinks?”

You deny his question with a dragged out “no”. “Just a bit tipsy – if even.” Before he can comment anything else regarding how many drinks you’ve already had, you ask, “Where’d you get these cute horns from?” Your hand reaches for the hairband with two attached red horns on them.

“Don’t know the brands name. Just a cheap store down the street from the company.”

You tilt your head as you ponder. “I don’t know of any cheap store close to the company.”

A ping pong ball rolls towards you on the floor. As you bend down to retrieve the ball, Jungkook’s hand pulls you back by the waist and he picks it up himself. His possessive hand travels to your butt and he slides his palm over the ruffles of your skirt.

“You’re not wearing any panties, are you?” he whispers into your ear. He throws the little ball towards the other end of the table. You shake your head, not really comprehending what he’s implying. Your more focused on how he effortlessly threw the ping pong ball straight into the cup.

“Yah, Jungkook! Come here, I need you in my team right now!” Chanyeol yells.

Jungkook lets out a humourless laugh. “Has Eunwoo not been good enough?”

Eunwoo sends a glare his way. “Chanyeol’s just taking everything too seriously.”

Jungkook rolls up his sleeve. “Too good that I’m also competitive.”

When Jungkook has enough of beer pong after carrying his team every round, he sits down next to you, pulling you to his lap.

You were just talking with Jisoo about the newest Dior collection, but she leaves the two of you alone with a knowing smile.

Jungkook swiftly takes the partially filled cup from your grasp and places it on the table. “You’ve had plenty to drink tonight.”

“I didn’t drink that much.” You don’t know exactly how much you drank because maybe you had too much to count, but you won’t tell him.

Jungkook cocks his head. He doesn’t need you to tell him to know.

“Get up.” His palms push your lower back.

“Huh?” You play with his necktie, leaning closer to his body. “For what?”

A crooked, entertained smirk crosses his face. “For what?” he scoffs.

His tatted arm snakes around you, his rolled-up sleeve flaunting the pretty inked lines adorning his skin. Jungkook grips you close to him. He angles your face down, his lips brushing over the sensitive part of your neck until he reaches your ear.

“Gonna fuck your brainless in my car. That’s why.”

His voice has got that pretty husky rasp you love so much. Tingles spread everywhere, especially your pussy. Jungkook sucks your earlobe between his teeth, and you think you can feel his smile when an unintended moan bubbles up your throat. You squirm in his lap.

“Someone’s got excited,” he teases as his hands run up your thigh, thumb disappearing underneath the white material of your skirt.

“Don’t.” Your fingers fly to his wrist. “There are people.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Now you care about people watching?”

Your lips pull together in a confused pout.

“You never notice, do you?” He decided against sneaking his finger further between your legs. Instead, he smoothens the hiked-up fabric of your skirt, though there is not much to adjust. It’s a skimpy skirt, it barely covers you.

“Notice what?” Your sparkly heels distract you and you move your feet around, watching every crystal glitter. “You’re being confusing, Koo.”

“I’m not being confusing,” he denies.

“Yes, you are.” You shift your gaze to him. A subtle crease appears between your brows. “You told me you didn’t have time for a silly Halloween party and yet you showed up.”

Jungkook dislikes seeing you upset. He really does. It creates this unexplainable feeling of protectiveness that sits right behind his rib – annoying and intolerable, coupled with a hint of guilt. But seeing your tipsy form upset delights him the tiniest bit.

“I was able to finish off early,” he explains. “Thought I’d join you, ‘cause you wanted me to.”

“And you were pretty mean to Eunwoo.”

“He can fuck off. I really don’t care about him.” His tongue peaks out as he swipes it over his bottom lip, teeth biting at the skin with furrowed brows.

“You’re such a meanie sometimes.” You run your fingers over his eyebrows, relaxing them.

“Want me to show you how mean I can be?” He tilts his head, a challenging glint in his eyes.

“You can’t be mean to me,” you say, shaking your head as your fingers settle on his broad shoulders. “Been good today.”

“You’ve been driving me insane tonight.”

“Me? What did I do?”

Jungkook rises to his feet with you, and you stagger a little at the sudden movement, but he keeps a safe arm around you. “Always so clueless,” he mumbles as he leads you through the crowd.

“___!” someone yells your name.

You stop when you see Karina rushing towards you.

“I’ve been looking for you all night!” She hands you a drink

You look at her through apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m leaving already. I’ll see you soon!”

Jungkook takes the drink from you after you had a sip and downs the whole thing. He tosses the cup into a near trashcan as you step out of the house.

“Oh, no. I told Eunwoo I’d give him my number,” you remember. “Lemme go back.”

But Jungkook’s hand on the small of your back remains firm.

“He’s not stupid. He’ll find a way to contact your manager.” Jungkook is pissed and you’re not quite sure if you heard it right, but you think he adds a small “Doesn’t need my wife’s number.”.

“Can you imagine me in a drama?” You giggle as you think about it. “Would you watch it?” You turn your head. “You don’t like watching dramas.”

“Of course, I’d watch it. Immediately.”

Your eyes spark up and Jungkook wants to have this image of your forever ingrained in his memory. A literal angel staring at him as if he was the one that hung up the stars.

You stumble over your heels when you refuse to look ahead, pretty eyes still admiring him. “Careful, love.” He quickly steadies you.

He unlocks his car when you reach it and opens the door to the backseat for you. But instead, you pull open the passenger door and bend over to open the glove compartment.

“Are there condoms left here?”

You search for the familiar package, but Jungkook hurriedly pulls you back, shutting it closed along with the car door.

“Nothing left,” he replies. “Get in the backseat.”

As you get into the car and settle on your back, you ponder, “Didn’t realise how many times we’ve fucked in the car.”

You're not particularly interested in cars, but in rare – or apparently not so rare – moments like these, you appreciate the spaciousness of Jungkook’s G-Wagon.

Before Jungkook joins you in the car, he scans the surroundings, vigilant for any lingering onlookers. He doesn’t need you on the front page of every media outlet again. You’ve had enough of that lately, and that darn Instagram Story of yours likely fuelled the gossip mill again.

Jungkook barely uses social media. You’re the only reason he has the apps on his phone. He doesn’t follow anyone except you, only has your notifications on. During a short break he mindlessly clicked on the Instagram notification, expecting a cute picture of your angel outfit – you had texted him complaining about your ruined Barbie dress and he suggested you could use the angel wings he once saw you carrying into your wardrobe.

Safe to stay he expected everything, but a picture with fucking Eunwoo wearing fucking matching costumes.

As hours passed by, his anger didn’t simmer; instead, it prompted his decision to make a swift trip to the dollar store and join you at the party.

“You tend to conveniently forget when you’re a needy brat.”

“It’s ´cause I’m not a brat,” you reply with a huff, yanking at his tie. “Just a bit needy sometimes.”

“Hmm, just a bit needy?” His knuckle follows along your jaw, teasing you with his gentle touches and the mock sympathy seeping from his tone.

You look so cute lying here for him, with the angel wings peeking from your sides and the little sparkly pins adorning your hair. He just wants to fuck you silly.

You nod pliantly. An innocent smile blossoms on your face.

Jungkook’s hand disappears under the ruffles of your skirt, middle finger sliding over your pussy. You gasp, body twitching at the sudden touch.

“So wet already?” he sneers. “All for me?”

You grind your pussy against him, hungry for more.

“And so greedy for me.” He spreads your pussy lips, gently rubbing the pad of his finger over your sensitive clit. Jungkook moves your skirt up and an immediate glint surfaces in his eyes. “So pretty.” He slips two fingers in, smirking when you shake beneath him. “Baby’s sensitive, huh?”

He pumps his fingers into you and your teeth sink into your bottom lip. The alcohol running through your veins heightens your sensitivity to his touch. Everywhere he touches leaves a shimmering trail of tingles, enveloping your body in a cloud of euphoria, a sensation both fuzzy and dreamy.

“I want you.” You reach for his cock, but Jungkook seizes your wrist.

“Did I say you could touch?” His voice drips with condescension.

You weakly shake your head, a frustrated whine accompanying it.

“Use your big girl words.” His fingers stop moving and he completely removes them when you remain silent. “C’mon,” he urges, growing more impatient.

“No, you didn’t,” you sulk. Even dare to look at him through a frown.

“You don’t get to do anything," he tells you. He loses hie tie, wraps it around your wrist in a swift, practiced motion and ties them above your head. “Just lie there and look pretty for me.” He pulls his pants and briefs down, stroking his hard cock before he teasingly nudges his tip against your clit.

You watch him play with your pussy and you’re unable to keep the desperate moans from leaving your mouth, eagerly waiting until he aligns his cock to your entrance, slowly filling you up with his entire length. A throaty moan reverberates when he’s all the way in.

“Pussy’s so good at taking me.”

A gasp leaves your mouth as he stretches you out. “So good,” you mumble.

Jungkook waits until he knows you’re used to h is size before he starts moving his hips.

Your tits move in the confines of your corset. Jungkook’s head dips down and you feel his tongue slide over the swell of your boobs that peek out, teeth slightly grazing over your skin.

“Don’t bite,” you utter between moans.

But Jungkook does exactly that. Even sucks on your skin a little bit.

“You think you have a say on anything?” His hand squeezes your face. Traces of petulance lie in your eyes. His other hand grips your hips, fingers buried in your skin to fuck you fast.

It’s almost ridiculous how fast Jungkook gets you to your high. He knows exactly what to do to get your walls clamp around his cock, begging him to give you just a little bit more to push you off the edge.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper, eyes falling closed as you the pleasure builds up in your tummy.

But then Jungkook suddenly stops moving. You open your eyes to find Jungkook smirking at your trembling body, amused when a shaky breath escapes you.

“Why would you do that? I was close!”

He pulls his cock out, tapping it over your clit.

“Hmm, no idea why I would do that?” he asks, pushing his cock back into your pussy in one swift motion.

“I haven’t done anything,” you say meekly, staring at the way he slowly fucks you. He could make you cum so easily.

Jungkook sniffs a laugh. “Can’t recall anything bad you did?”

He picks up on his pace and you can’t think at all, barely able to shake your head as more breathless moans fly past your lips.

“Posting a couple costume picture online? Fuck, ___ what were you thinking?” He hooks his hands underneath your thighs, pulling them up to fuck deeper. “Wanted everyone talking about you two? Wanted to piss me off?”

“No,” you whine. “Didn't mean it that way. We- we didn’t plan on it at all. Just – when we saw each other it was really funny, and I just took a pic of it.” You’re a babbling mess at this point, the ability to form comprehensible sentences gone once Jungkook sticked his cock in you.

“I don’t fucking care,” he curses. “You know how people perceive this stuff.”

“You don’t... don’t think it was a silly coincidence?”

Jungkook is flush against you. Your nails dig into your palms at how deep his cock is buried in you.

“I should find it silly?” A deep glower settles on his face and in a sick, naughty way it turns you on, making your pussy involuntarily squeeze around his cock. “Fuck, ___, do you wanna cum at all?”

“No, please,” you fuss desperately. “Wanna cum.”

“Then start behaving. Quit being a brat.”

“I am good,” you try to convince him.

Jungkook shakes his head in dismissal. “Put on an angel costume and yet you’re such a dirty girl.”

While you may not encapsule the right persona regarding the angel outfit, Jungkook undoubtedly fucks you like the devil. So mean and selfish, teasing and cursing at you.

“Wanna be – wanna be good for daddy.”

“Yeah?” he breathes, hand travelling up your body until it reaches your throat. “Then don’t disappoint me.” With his shiny Rolex around his wrist, he wraps his fingers around you, squeezing the tiniest bit. You feel the familiar outline of his wedding ring press to your skin.

Your legs wrap around him and you try not to poke him with your heels, but tears obstruct your view and you can barely control yourself, the aching feeling to come undone is back in your tummy.

“Jungkook,” you utter between little desperate puffs. “Wanna cum so bad.”

“Only when I allow you to.” Jungkook looks down at your defeated, crushed face with a smug smirk. “Can do that, right? My wife’s capable of that, hmm?”

Your eyes flutter shut. A single tear rolls down the corner of your eye. “Yes, I – I can wait.”

“That’s my good girl.” He leans closer, whispering it into your ear. “Cock so good it’s making you cry, huh?” His lips press to the corner your eye and he kisses your tear away.

The more he talks and whispers dirty word into your ear, the harder it becomes to resist the temptation to pull yourself back and cum on his dick. But you want to be good for Jungkook, want to hear him praise you for being a patient girl.

“Slow down, please.” Your bound wrists unconsciously attempt to free themselves, but Jungkook’s knot is too tight for you to undo it. You’ll cum soon if he continues at this pace.

“Nuh-uh.” He denies firmly. “You can take it. Show me how good you are.” His fingers dig deeper into your throat and your eyes open again. His brows are furrowed, an angry flush tinting his cheeks. “That’s it. Look at me – look at me when you cum.”

It crosses your mind to secretly cum, but Jungkook’s got a knack for spotting your telltale signs, so it wouldn’t be that sneaky after all. You did try to do that once though. You couldn’t properly sit the next day.

Jungkook swipes his tongue over his thumb before he slips his hand between your legs and starts to slowly circle your clit. A devilish grin sparks up his face.

“You wanna cum so badly, don’t you?”

“Please.”

“Wanna cum all over my cock?” His thumb moves faster. “Make a little mess?”

“Yes,” you pant. Pleasure seeps through your entire body and the effort to ignore the feeling becomes so exhausting, more tears fill your eyes.

“Then cum for me,” Jungkook demands, keeping a gentle trace in his voice. His gaze remains on your face and he watches you with greedy eyes as you come undone beneath him.

It happens almost instantly, like a string that snapped. You’re body shakes as your orgasm rumbles through you and you’re so sensitive you want to yank his hand away fromyour clit, but Jungkook enjoys seeing your writhe way too much to stop playing with your nub.

Shaky breaths escape you. Jungkook fucks you slower now, still rolling his hips into you with precision to hit your sweet spot.

“Doing so good, love.” The hand on your throat moves to your face, swiping away the tears. “So good for me.”

And just as you’re about to tell him you’re too sensitive, Jungkook removes his finger from your clit and pulls his cock out. He sits down and pats your thigh. “Come here.”

Despite being tired from just cumming, you’re hungry for him just by the sight of Jungkook stroking his cock. You move to sit on your thighs, tied up hands on your lap.

Jungkook gathers your hair in his hand before he moves your head down. “Open wide,” he instructs, guiding his wet cock into your mouth.

You taste yourself on his dick as your slide your tongue around him. Jungkook is close to cumming. You can feel it in the way his he impatiently pushes your head further down his cock.

“Gonna cum in your mouth.” Tiny moans fill your ear and you take as much of him inside your mouth as you can. “Fuck, just like that.”

Your mouth fills with hot, salty cum and you continue bobbing your head up and down, getting every drop of it.

“Good girl.” Jungkook pulls you away from his cock. You swallow his load as you look at him. He hums approvingly. “Wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asks, untying the know from your wrists. He rubs his fingers over the red marks.

“I’m fine. Didn’t hurt.” Your eyes close when he pecks your forehead.

After he pulls up his pants and briefs, Jungkook checks his phone. His fingers are quick as he types something.

“Who’s texting you at this hour,” you ask, curiously peeking over his arm.

“Just work. I left a bit abruptly.” He tucks his phone away before you can read anything.

Before more questions can leave your lips, he meets yours in a sweet kiss.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says, patting your hair to tame the mess on your head. “Once we’re home, I’m gonna give your ass the attention it hasn’t got yet.”

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paziffic · 1 year

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It is absolutely hilarious to me that Ethubs, compared to other popular ships in the fan base, is by far the most NORMAL duo.

Like ok ok, looking @last-lifeduo-standing ‘s page, the most popular ships in this fandom are those with lots of like lore, fantastical elements, or idk in-universe importance or significance that makes them stand out. Does that make sense??

For example- Desert duo. Going off popular fanon interpretations, Desert duo is a pair thats the Watchers’ favorite. They are constantly being toyed with and pulled together. One of them is also a Watcher but has no control over the terrible stuff that happens to him and his friends. And remember! This is all commonly accepted fanon stuff.

Flower husbands consists of a two-time winner of the game who won by disobeying the Watchers’ rules. The other guy got some bird curse and always dies first despite his efforts.

Team Rancher, another very popular pairing kind of is treated with the same approach. It’s got Jimmy with the canary curse and Tango is now commonly headcanoned to have a curse of meaningless death (he’s been lore-ified)

Renchanting too has evo listener Martyn, and Ren who very much leans into role playing. Their character significance is quite obvious

As for Ethubs, I’ve seen next to no posts in this fandom treating them with the same specialness that is fucking hilarious. They are literally just two assholes that won fans over by pure skrunkly scrimbloness. By no means are they normal people! They are not normal they are in fact very very strange people. But in both canon and fanon interpretations they are literally just some guys. Ok Etho has a big reputation as a minecraft legend, but one by one people (Cleo, Joel) are realizing that ok he is just some guy. There is LITERALLY an arc in canon about how much of a guy he is. There is nothing special about these two and there never will be. Sure Ethubs has angst and famous moments, but are they Watchers? Cursed? Winners? No! They are just two guys who want to spend their time playing the game being mentally unwell about each other. And the fandom (me) fucking eats it up every time.

TLDR: all of the popular duos in this fandom have heavy lore elements to them because they consist of winners, or fan-appointed watchers/listeners/cursed people.

And then there’s Ethubs

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So somehow I became the official writer for the boatem knights au by @applestruda! Yay!! The boatem knights au is pretty self explanatory- boatem are knights! You can find tons of amazing art for it on Bee's page or by scrolling through the #boatem knights au tag!

How It Started

This comic by Bee (aka applestruda) came across my dash, and the brainrot began!

I sent this anon ask to Bee of an angst idea, because I am a big angst lover.

After that, I sent this ask to Bee once again on anon

Soon after, I posted the first part of the series, which can all be found linked below!

Masterlist

Echoes of my Past (Arc 1) - Completed

Read on AO3!

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Epilogue

Only Human (Arc 2) - Completed

Read on AO3!

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Interlude

How Jimmy lost his wings

The Fae Queen and the Huntsman

It Is The Nature Of Dreams To End (Arc 3) - In Progress!

Read on AO3!

Chapter One - everlasting

Be sure to check out the art done for the fic on Bee's tumblr page! You can find it all under the tag #boatem knights au!

Random Snippets/Drabbles

The Boob Window

Boatem Campfire

#masterlist #zera rambles #boatem knights au #my writing #hermitcraft fanfic

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I will always say that I love the way you write because it's really beautiful (I've read them about 10 times) Could you write some headcanons with Robert Plant or Jimmy Page? Because you're really cool at writing headcanons (I admire you😓😓)

Oh my god thank you so much!!!!! I love writing headcanons! Thanks 4 the support <3 Hope you enjoy <3

Headcanons and Preferences 𓆩⟡𓆪 (Ft: Robert Plant)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Would always sleep in and you'd bring breakfast in bed for him

Collects records of his favorite bands

Walks around the house with a half-opened shirt exposing his chest

Great with kids

Always asks for kids

Cares a lot about his hair

Has a lot of hair products

Dances a lot in the living room

Constantly moving around otherwise he goes insane

Loves nature

Loves going on walks

Wears a lot of jewelry

For some reason he loves goats

Tries to work out but just gives up

Loves traveling

Would sing for you when you're sad

Would take care of you when you're sick

Sometimes he plays soccer in the backyard

Reads late at night

Loves fruit, especially oranges or apples

Always smells like tea, especially Earl Gray Tea

You always play with his hair

You also always mess with his hair

You tie up his hair in different ways

When he's sick he always drinks tea and listens to records

Sometimes he makes his own bracelets and necklaces

Rides his bike down the street to go to a nearby cafe

Tries to play guitar for you but gets mocked by Jimmy for not being good

Smokes cigarettes outside so he doesn't bother you

Gets jealous easily

Craves attention from you

Would stare down the person he's jealous of

Would make it known he's mad or jealous

When he's horny, he pulls you in closer and whimpers in your ear

Very slutty in bed

Moans so LOUD

VERY good during sex

He always loves it when you pull his hair during sex

Loves swimming

Eats scones a lot and drinks a lot of tea

Loves clothes shopping for you and himself

Holds your hand a lot

Has SUPER warm hands

SIngs anytime and anywhere

Would stare you up and down when taking off your clothes

Sometimes you cut his hair

He always talks in big words

Has the softest lips

Also, he has the prettiest eyes

HAS MAJOR BIG DICK ENERGY AND HE DOES HAVE ONE

Loves buying paintings and making some

Sleeps like a sick Victorian child (HAHA I'LL STOP)

Wears tight pants to show off his "size"

When you're injured, he'll carry you on his back and take you to safety

Always makes tea for you

Loves lying in the grass with you

Stealing his shirts is a must

Makes funny faces while singing

Winks at you constantly

Kisses on the neck and cheek are constant

Would say "baby" 20 times a day

Sometimes he calls you "mama"

You think he has a mommy kink (HAHAH I'M SORRY)

You sometimes think that he and Jimmy have a thing with each other

Sometimes he wears big fur hats to cover up his bad hair days

Lastly, he always cares about you. Even if you're mad at him. He'll try his best to make you happy again. He'll buy gifts, he'll hug you and kiss you to make you feel better. He will do everything in his power to make you love and notice him

THANKS 4 READING <3 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES <3333

#fanfiction #80s rock #80s music #led zeppelin #john paul jones #john bonham #jimmy page #robert plant #robert plant fanfiction #robert plant headcanons #robert plant imagines #robert plant fanfics

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tarnished ❈ a golden au blurb

summary: in which not all that glitters is gold

word count: < 1k

warnings: angst, brief language

maybe it would have hurt less if he had said goodbye.

that first summer together was supposed to be them. just them. without the pressures of school or hiding from scottie’s superiors or only being able to share kisses in dark corners of bars or the safety of their apartment. their two weeks in atlanta went by fast with one week in the city and another at her grandparents’ ranch, it was only a matter of time before the boys’ teams came calling for development camp.

ryan went first.

she kept up with everything the caps would post to their socials, feeding it through to the gopher’s various media outlets along with the other boys who were at development camps that week as well. she packs a bag and flies up to minnesota the day before he comes home and the day that jimmy’s due to report to st. louis. she hugs her parents goodbye and leaves them with the excuse of an event she was required to attend.

she spends a few hours with him at the apartment before shuttling him off to the airport, giving him the biggest hug and a kiss to his lips. she’s not really thinking about how he holds on a little bit longer or how he looks like he’s fighting a battle in his own head as he turns to check his bags. she gets back into ryan’s car thinking she’ll be back tomorrow to pick up the aforementioned man and she’ll be back for jimmy in a week.

it would have hurt less if they hadn’t found out through social media.

ryan and scottie were both practically itching to have jimmy back the next day. it had been practically radio silence from him the past week, which neither could hold against him because they both knew that this was big for him.

a summer storm was sweeping through minnesota and the two were squished in the hammock on their balcony when ryan’s phone lit up. scottie watches as the screen illuminated his face before his eyebrows furrowed, “what the fuck?”

“what’s wrong?” scottie turns her body to stare at ryan, watching as his face morphs through a variety of emotions, “ryan, what’s going on?”

“don’t-” and scottie wishes she had listened as she snatches his phone from his hand. her eyes scan over the same page that he was looking, the one that caused him to go through a handful of emotions within a matter of seconds.

what scottie sees on his phone screen makes her stomach churn. staring right back at her is jimmy’s smiling face flanked by either of his parents. in front of him is a stack of papers and she doesn’t miss the pen in his hand. her eyes trail up to read the caption,

jimmy snuggerud has agreed to terms on a three-year, entry-level contract. #stlblues

“did you know?” scottie’s voice shakes as she can’t tear her eyes away from the screen, “please don’t lie to me. is this some sick joke that you two are playing on me? did he say that he was staying just to go and do this?”

lightning flashes above their heads and thunder rolls through the sky as ryan quickly shakes his head, “scottie, baby, i’m finding this out right now, just like you are.”

“he-” she cuts herself off when a video pops up at the top of the feed. jimmy’s still smiling face takes up ryan’s phone screen once again, only this time he’s smiling at an unfamiliar woman who’s holding a microphone to his lips.

“so, jimmy,” her accented voice breaks through the night, “you originally said that you were going to be staying at minnesota for another year, but here you just signed your elc. what changed your mind?”

“yeah, um,” he scratches the back of his head like he always did when he was nervous, “just the atmosphere this past week, getting to explore the city some, having some talks with the guys, my family-” scottie can’t ignore the sting at those words, “i figured now was the best time. minnesota was great for me, but i feel like i’ve done what i can. nothing holding me there.”

she can’t stop the sob from escaping her lips and ryan rips his phone from her hands, quickly turning it off and gathering the girl in his arms, “he doesn’t mean that-”

“why would he say that then?” she questions, “did i mean nothing to him? did we mean nothing to him?”

ryan stays quiet because he can’t give her an honest answer. he feels as though he was just hit by a train, left exposed and still responsible for cleaning up the aftermath of someone else’s mess. he slips his hand underneath scottie’s shirt and rubs at her spine, trying to let him know that while he can’t explain what was happening, he was still here.

“scottie, it’s going to be okay. we’re going to be okay,” he tries, “we don’t need him-”

“everything is not okay, ryan!” she shouts through tears, “i need him because-”

it would have hurt less if-

“because i’m pregnant, ryan.”

#the golden au #jimmy snuggerud #ryan chesley

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xleeleeboox · 2 years

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do you still love me?

Robin Buckley x fem!reader

Warnings: A little bit of angst, secret relationship, implied homophobia, fluffy ending

1.3k words

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It was hard to not be insecure sometimes. Teenagers always have a lot of hormones. Hawkins high had a lot of cliques and a lot of these cliques had a lot of pretty people.

Often times you’d catch Robin looking at one of them. Now the thing is Robin kind of does have a staring problem. It’s not that she wants to stare at them, she just does stare at them and she can’t really help it. It happens with just about anybody.

Robin has told you time and time again that she has flaws like this, but you still can’t help it but let it get to your head. Do you know not to worry because you know that she’ll never cheat on you, but if she still has feelings for you it is different.

It’s a rabbit hole that you often find yourself going down, especially late at night when you’re thinking. Robin was spending the night at your house and you two were laying in bed together. She had asked you before if you were doing okay and of course he said yes but it wasn’t too convincing.

However Robin decided to let it go because she figured that you would tell her if you were ready. Robin was an over thinker too and the fact that you started to become more quiet made her nervous.

You were more popular than Robin but you weren’t a popular kid. This made her overthink because you could have anybody you want, you really could have. You had people every once in a while ask you out and you always decline since you were secretly dating Robin.

One day after class, you walked to your locker to switch out your books for the second half of the day, when you felt someone behind you. You turn around at the feeling of someone’s presence and noticed that it’s not Robin. It’s Jimmy, from your math class.

“Oh, hi Jimmy. What’s up?” You ask politely.

“Hey, did I miss anything from class yesterday?” He asked.

“Oh, no not really. We took some notes, but I copied some for you.” You say, rummaging in your notebook. You find what you wanted and tear a couple of pages out, handing them over.

“Thank you, Y/N, you’re a sweetheart.” Jimmy tells you, with a smile. You can’t help it but smile back, it was a nice compliment.

“Oh, well thank you Jimmy. Is there anything else you need?” You ask him, trying to end the conversation so you could go meet with your girlfriend.

“Yeah, actually. I was wondering if you had any open time this Friday after school?” He leads on.

“Um, I’m not sure yet to be honest.” “Okay, well if you figure it out, give me a call, I’d love to take you on a date sometime.” He said with a smirk and a wink. Little did you know that Robin was already there and waiting for you, seeing everything that just went down.

You turn around to see her, an emotion on her face that is hard to read. So you finish grabbing the rest of your books, closing your locker, and heading over to her. But it’s almost easy to miss. You weave in and out of a few people to reach her, finally sighing as you reach her.

“Did you see that?” You asked with a giggle.

“Yeah I did.” Robin replied shortly. She wasn’t angry, she was just worried. You were smiling with him, handing him something, and then he handed you his number asking you out. You didn’t have a chance to decline before he walked away.

“It was weird. I had no idea he was even interested in me. Usually it’s easy to tell.” Robin’s heart squeezes a little bit, thinking about it. I mean you were in a gay relationship with another girl, and you had to keep it a secret. Of course other people had no idea, they all thought you and Robin were friends.

“I had no idea you liked me.” She pipes up.

You laughed at this, “Yeah until I kissed you, remember?” You asked, reminiscing about that kiss. It was so nice, awkward, but nice. She nods, no smile forming on her face, so you know something is wrong. Robin always smiles at the thought of kissing you.

“What’s wrong babe?” You pull her in to whisper in her ear, a shiver slithers down Robin’s back.

“Nothing. You’re not gonna call him are you?”

“No.” You said laughing. “Wanna come over? We can cuddle, and things.” You said, leaning into her.

“Yeah that sounds good.” she gave you a smile that was small.

The rest of the day passes and you and Robin are laying on your bed, a taped movie playing. Your arm was around Robin, as she cuddled against your side, curling against you, nuzzling her head into your chest and neck. She was content with this, it was one of her favorite things to do. It allowed you two to get close with each other, and get comfy enough to sleep.

But it was also times like this where sometimes she couldn’t sleep. Robin would stay up with her own thoughts too, just as you have before. You began to notice some of the signs of her being off earlier in the day. You didn’t want to pry, but you also didn’t want her to be upset, or need something. What if she was in need of something and she thought you didn’t notice?

“Hey baby? Are you okay? You have been staring off into space, and earlier today you seemed a bit off. I just want to make sure you’re alright.” You speak up.

Robin looks up at you, and in a split second everything she has ever thought about you starts running through her head. All of the kisses, dates, hugs, cuddles, everything sweet you two have told each other. She noticed how you seemed to be spacing out sometimes too, a disconnect in your relationship together.

“Do you still love me?” She asked. Your heart stopped for a second, and you answered immediately.

“Yes, Robin. I still love you, very, very much. What’s all this about?” You push.

“You have been seeming different lately, and Jimmy asking you out today just really got me thinking. You could be with anyone you want, and you won’t have to hide it. I can tell that you’re thinking of things, and I wanna know what it is. Are we doing okay?” She explains.

“Oh Robin. I love you so so so so much. You are my favorite person in the entire world, I would trust you with anything and everything. I think I know what the problem is. You started seeming off, I started thinking about it, and I probably seemed off, which made you upset, and then made you seem even more off.” Robin pulled a confused face.

“What?”

“Okay let me put it this way, honey. I love you, I love you, and I don’t love anyone else like I do you. I couldn’t. I know that I could be dating someone else, but that is not what I want, I want you. So I am not dating anyone else. You still love me, right?” You ask to make a point.

“Yes, yes of course I still love you.” She quickly answers.

“We are still in love with each other. And besides, you could have anyone you want, and you’re still with me. Now that’s something. Because I can be annoying.” You joke around with a laugh.

Robin laughs too, revealing a smile. “I am in love with you. And you are annoying, but so am I.” Robin leans up and presses a kiss to your lips.

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#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin stranger things #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley imagines #stranger things #stranger things imagines #stranger things headcannons #robin buckley smut

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marchsfreakshow · 8 days

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Crybaby! [1 - Dandy Mott]

Angst.

First one shot in this series.

Cannot wait to write the rest of this series. They'll be very short drabbles, so please don't expect much lol.

No one's perspective

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

All he did was cry and moan if he didn't get his way. Whining in your ears and never letting you have a moment's peace. You'd put a Pacifier on him if you were able to.

What on earth had you done today to earn such a fit from the crying man-child? You had to work. You worked with Dora. Dandy didn't care. Just finish off this week with him then return to working with her.

A pathetic attempt to win you back with anything. Bloody flowers, new dresses, books, vinyls. Anything and everything to get you to be by his side again. But still, he cried out, he whined and sobbed on his own. Sitting on his knees in front of you as you read your book, just begging for one touch to ease his tears. Rubbing the side of your thighs, and easing himself in between your closed legs. "Please...please!"

"Dandy you're a crybaby! Keep being this way and I'll move out." You stated, not even looking away from the words on the page.

"wh...what?" A quick answer, and he was standing in front of you.

You stood up and slammed the book closed, leaving Dandy on his knees looking up at you like a sad little puppy. The last thing he wanted was for his pe- partner to move out. You were his! Always would be! Where would you go without him? Dandy doubted Jimmy would want you back if you asked, so the Freakshow was a no-go. "you heard me." Staring into his eyes with a hint of annoyance, you gripped onto Dandy's jaw, urging him to keep staring at you. "Stop being a whiny child and I won't move out."

Silence for a bit as Dandy's jaw was still slack, searching for an answer that would make you happy. "Answer me." You exaggerated, gripping harder.

"Okay." He whispered, now avoiding your eyes. As soon as you heard his response, you let go of him. Dandy's hand flew to where you gripped him, rubbing the area. A low groan escaped him, rushing to stand up.

"Good. Now, just leave me alone tonight, okay? You don't need to be around me twenty-four seven." You hummed as you knelt beside your bookshelf, putting away your current read.

"...Fine."

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

Tag: @fear-is-truth @coentinim @nahoyasboyfriend @bluerthanvelvet444 @sugarr-and-spicee @babygorewhore

(please leave a tag request for this series in my inbox <3

#ahs #american horror story #ahs freakshow #american horror story freakshow #dandy mott #dandy mott x reader #dandy mott x you #Angst #melanie martinez #drabbe #finn wittrock #freakshow

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singularattitudeofasafetypin · 2 years

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The Greatest Love Stories

Masterlist

Summary: Eddie has a run in with some bullies in middle school, but in the aftermath, reader helps him pick up the pieces. Little does he know, his life is about to change for the better!

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Bullies suck, angst with a happy ending!

A/N: I really enjoyed this! I just got the idea and thought it was really cute. I hope you enjoy it!

I'm a Brit, anything I get wrong about America, that's why

Please don't copy my work!

Great hurling winds whirled around the mountain tops. Ice and snow pelted the rocky path raising drifts at least four feet high. The fellowship was frozen to the bone and even Gandalf began to wonder if they should turn back.

Eddie was consumed. It didn’t matter that he’d read the story twice before; the words on the page enthralled him in a way nothing else could. He stumbled blindly across the school yard, heading for his favourite corner to curl up and escape the world until the bell rang. Buried so deep in his book, Eddie didn’t see the gang of older boys until he crashed right into them.

‘Hey, trailer trash!’

Dazed from impact, he barely had time to register the insult before they shoved him. He hit the ground hard; his book skittered out of his grazed hands.

With a groan, his vision cleared and threw the boy glaring down at him into sharp relief. Jimmy Davis clenched his fists and sported the distinctive look of disgust his classmates reserved just for Eddie.

‘Watch where you’re going!’ he snarled.

‘Don’t say anything!’ he thought, ‘You’ll only make it worse!’ but Eddie had never been able to control his imagination. In that moment he saw the boy and his goons as orcs and goblins from his story. A glimpse of that notion must have shown in his eyes. Jimmy couldn’t have understood but he knew it wasn’t flattering. He seized him by the collar and punched him hard in the face.

Eddie tasted blood, falling back again. His lip stung and his jaw ached. He pushed himself up on his elbows and his heart dropped.

Jimmy had the precious novel in his slimy hands, waving it above his head and laughing when Eddie scrambled and jumped for it. His friends pushed him away. Eddie cried out furiously; his mouth twinged where his lip had split but it was useless.

‘Think you need a few less distractions, freak!’ Jimmy jeered.

The first page seemed to tear in slow motion. Eddie froze in horror. It felt like they were tearing his own flesh.

Then it was all too fast. He ripped page after page, letting them fall like confetti. Eddie shouted, cursed, and pleaded. Jimmy wouldn’t stop. The other boys held him back as he struggled, arm outstretched, kicking and screaming, but three against one could never be fair.

They threw him down again and pain shot through his elbow, skin breaking on stone.

Jimmy tossed the tattered book at his feet, ‘That’ll teach you, freak!’ he spat on the ground, kicking the poor ruined paperback away before he and his friends stalked away.

Eddie bit back tears. He couldn’t let them see him cry! Couldn’t show weakness! He crawled on his hands and knees, trying to ignore the dull ache in his jaw and blood staining his elbow. Clutching the broken covers close, he couldn’t stop hot, thick tears from spilling over any longer. They wet the ragged pages he gathered slowly.

Uncle Wayne had got him that book. Saw it in a yard sale, already shabby and well-loved but it was perfect. The perfect present for his first birthday living in Hawkins with his uncle. Uncle Wayne who took him in, who always told him he could be like the heroes in the story, who always said he was proud of him. Uncle Wayne who’d given him the first real thing he could call his own and now it was broken! Just like everything else!

A sob escaped him. Then another, and another until they wracked him to his core.

Blinded by grief and guilt, he didn’t notice someone else squat down next to him and begin to help pick up the pieces. He flinched when you held out a handful of pages to him with a small, sad smile. His sobs stifled to hiccups.

He just stared at you, mouth hanging open. His big brown eyes looked like they were waiting for you to make a joke. Like he was just waiting for you to throw them in his face and make fun of him too. Gently, you reached for his hand and placed the pages in it. His fingers closed around them but he didn’t say anything.

You stood up and offered a hand. He didn’t take it. He stumbled to his feet on his own, scrubbed his face on his sleeve, turned heel, and ran inside without a word.

You watched him go, hurt until you glanced over your shoulder at the group of bullies still laughing cruelly. They simpered and pointed, not an ounce of empathy between them. ‘He thought you were like them!’ you realised. One of the boys smirked at you, raising an eyebrow as if challenging whose side you were on.

There was no contest. You shot them a dirty look before running after the crying boy with brown curls.

It didn’t take long to find him. His sobs echoed from an empty classroom despite his attempts to muffle them. They were different now, angry, frustrated, and interspersed with a string of words you knew you only grownups were allowed to say.

Peering around the doorway, you saw him bent over a desk struggling with tape and scissors. His hands were shaking so much he was seconds away from accidently hurting himself.

‘Let me help,’ you offered. He froze like a deer in headlights. Not waiting for an answer, you pulled a chair over and took the tape from him, sticking it to the edge of the table. You organised the loose pages into to the right order and carefully cut strips of tape to stick them back together.

Eddie sat next to you, watching your meticulous work. You were determined to get it perfect. He sniffed and rubbed his red eyes every now and again but made no other sound.

‘I didn’t know you were allowed to write in books!’ you marvelled, in reference to the occasional tight scrawl in the margin or highlighted passage.

He shrugged but didn’t speak.

‘What do you write about?’ you tried again.

Another shrug.

‘He wasn’t being rude,’ you thought. You saw how the bigger kids picked on him. Relentless name calling and teasing were almost normal for him, and so too were the merciless threats that too often were followed through. He just didn’t trust you yet and only you could change that!

You leaned closer and, when he didn’t protest, tried to decipher the messy notes. They made you smile. Awestruck observations, critical annotations and wistful daydreams lined the pages. The highlighted sections conjured such clear images in your mind. Pictures of clifftops and mountains, shadowy mines, and elven paradises reverberated off the pages, crystal clear.

He must love this story so much!

‘There! Good as new!’ you announced, when you were done.

A little hyperbole never hurt anyone. The covers were worn to begin with and now the sharp shine of sticky tape glinted down the seams of most of the pages but it was as good as you could make it.

He took the mended book from you, gingerly flipping through the pages and tracing his fingers over the new scars it bore. To his disbelief, it was whole again.

‘Thank you!’ he whispered, Tears welled in his eyes again, but this time, tears of relief. He hugged the book tight. ‘Thank you so much!’

‘You’re welcome!’

You introduced yourself, shaking his hand warmly. ‘I’m Eddie,’ he mumbled in answer a tiny light flickered in his expression.

‘You shouldn’t listen to Jimmy and the others!’ you comforted, hoping to see the light grow brighter, ‘They’re real…’ you glanced around nervously before leaning in, ‘buttholes!’

You giggled at yourself and, to your delight, he cracked a smile.

‘Yeah,’ he agreed, with a shaky laugh. ‘Total buttholes!’

‘Is your jaw okay?’ he nodded, tersely, ‘What about your elbow?’ you eyed the small red stain on his shirt sleeve.

‘Fine,’ was all he said, shrugging you off.

Longing to get to know this boy better, and anxious to stop him slipping into shadow again, you struck up a conversation, ‘What’s your book about?’

He was surprised. No one wanted to know about the things he liked, no one except Wayne anyway. ‘Um… Elves and wizards and stuff,’ he muttered. He ducked his head, suddenly shy. ‘Super lame I know!’

‘No, it’s not! That sounds really cool!’ you countered, ‘What happens?’

He was hesitant at first, not sure if you really cared but he began to summarise the story, explaining what Hobbits were, detailing the threat of Sauron in the east, and the forming and journey of the fellowship. He wasn’t used to talking about himself because no one had ever really asked before but once he realised your interest was real, words began to gush out of him like a river running out of control. He could hardly stay in his seat, waving his hands wildly and making you laugh.

You wondered at the way he described the fantasy lands and the convictions of the characters, all perfectly serious. As though it weren’t a story. As though these were real people facing true dangers and heartaches. The light in his eyes shone like the sun. You couldn’t look away.

‘And that’s just this one, there’s like two more about these other people they meet on the quest who are like super into horses! And they go to Gondor, and Frodo and Sam have to fight this gigantic spider! And there’s a massive battle at the end! And then there’s another book, The Hobbit, well, actually it comes before all of this, and it’s about Frodo’s uncle and how he finds the ring and-!’

The bell rang, cutting his spiel short. ‘Sorry, he deflated a little. He sat back down, reality creeping back in. ‘I’m being really annoying!’

You beamed, shaking your head, ‘No you’re not!’ A small smile graced his lips but he didn’t quite believe you until-

‘Hey, can I borrow it?’

You nodded to the book, tucked safely in his arms. His eyes widened. ‘When you’re done, I mean,’ you added hastily, seeing his hands tighten instinctively.

Eddie was dumbstruck. Asking him about his book was one thing but now you wanted to read it? It felt oddly personal. This story had been his comfort for so long; he’d found so much of himself in its pages. It was strange to share that with someone else. Someone new.

He took the leap.

‘Yeah!’ He thrust the book toward you, realising he’d taken a while to answer.

‘Oh, you finish it first!’ you tried to protest, but he grinned.

‘It’s okay! I’ve read it before!’

With a grateful smile, you accepted. ‘I’ll look after it!’ you promised, holding the healed book with inexplicable reverence.

Eddie nodded, ‘I know you will!’

Little did you know how right Tolkien was. That the smallest encounters could change the course of the future.

From then on, you would be inseparable, friendship forming and growing into something deeper. And the battered copy of ‘The Fellowship of the Ring’ that brought you together was always there.

It was the same copy Eddie would read to you a few years later when you were ill over the summer and he wouldn’t leave your side. The same one you’d take turns reading by Lovers Lake during your first Spring Break in high school. It was the same edition he’d slip a note into, asking you to be his girlfriend.

The same book that he’d quote when he asked you to marry him. ‘You’re my light in dark places, when all other lights go out!’

The same one that would sit on the loaded bookshelf in your first apartment, alongside the hundreds of other novels, fantasy and otherwise you’d collected together. And the same version you’d both read to your daughter at bedtimes when she was little.

When your friends asked why you didn’t buy a new one, the two of you would only smile at the memories those faded pages had born.

You’d always say that Tolkien was responsible for some of the greatest love stories in the world.

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Butterfly Effect | Michael Kinsella x Reader

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Chapter Five: Double Espresso

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Barista!Reader (I used she/her pronouns this time)

Summary: When Jimmy knocks at Michael's door, things are bound to escalate, and Michael makes a decision that is gravely going to affect both of you.

Warnings: ANGST, arguing, violence (brothers hitting each other), mention of seizures, mentions of canon character death, lots of swearing, Mikey is in pain so he's an ass

Word Count: 5k

A/n: I'm sorry for this chapter. I know some of you are going to absolutely hate me for this, but I promise that the next chapter will clear all that pain up and then we have another sweet epilogue chapter, I promise. Also, I did notice that having a clear plan for this miniseries made it so much easier to write, so the chapters are coming so fast after another because I know what I want to write and where I want it to go. If my other WIP’s could only flow like that *sigh* (also this plays after Michael’s release and before Jamie’s death, which might be important to note for some of the dialogue in here)

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The sun behind the clouds casts a soft pink glow across the sky. Michael stands in his backyard, watching the sunset from the doorway, his shoulder leaning against the frame as he takes in the sight of the beautiful evening. He’s holding a cup of chai tea. After tasting the cup you were so kind to bring him, he decided to brew some espresso as well and add that with a little bit of milk and cinnamon. It’s nowhere near as good as yours, but the taste of the Dirty Chai runs on his tongue like ice cream and he feels at home.

He gets to breathe fresh air now, he tells himself, he has a bed, proper food, and coffee, something he couldn’t have in prison. He can watch the sunset from his backyard and imagine what animals the clouds above him could portray. With a little bit of mindpower, he manages to make out a possible turtle and a knight, but he’s not sure how his brain sorts the pompous cloud as a knight; it has a striking resemblance with one of the pictures out of his history books.

Sipping his Dirty Chai, he allows himself to rest for a moment. His lips curl into a soft smile as the wind brushes across his face and through his hair. It’s not particularly cold, not colder than usual anyway, but the oxygen feels good in his lungs, and his skin jumps in glee at the fresh air.

You told him that you try not to let the world get to you. You try to be an optimist and that makes you happier. You’ve made peace with how your life is, even though you still feel guilty for not being able to finish the things you want to, and he envies that. He wishes he could do that. It would make life so much easier, but he also knows that even though you like to pride yourself on how well you’re doing, staying positive is hard and you’re struggling just as much as him. It makes him feel less alone to know he’s not the only one who feels so inevitably stuck. Your situations may be different, but he gets how you’re feeling and he could tell just from talking to you that you understand him without knowing all the details because you can see his pain, and his pain is something you yourself have felt before. Most of the time, you still do.

He has to learn how to live with himself too, just like you. He has to learn that there are things he cannot change, but that those he can change require his full focus and that he needs to be happy with what he has before the yearning for something that’s so far out of reach breaks his heart completely and he will find himself in an even more helpless position. He doesn’t want to go back to being the man he was. He has changed for one person and one person only, and she deserves a father who is a hundred percent dedicated. He needs to be that man and to be that Michael, he needs to learn how to live with himself. Plain and simple. He needs to take a page out of your book and not try so hard to hide who he is just to appease others.

He can’t keep others safe when he’s running himself into the ground, and he can’t get Anna back like that either because then no court will ever grant him visitation rights ever again, and her grandma will have him dead before he can even breach the front door. Although he figures that might happen anyway. After what happened with Allison…

Michael shakes his head. He can’t let these thoughts in, not now, not when the sun looks as ephemeral as it does now. Sunsets are supposed to be relaxing, so relaxed is what he tries to be. Just for this particular moment, he wants to be completely free and not think about anything other than the relief he felt in the safety of your understanding arms.

After the sun has set, he stays outside for a little while longer until he starts getting cold. He returns inside, cleans his now-empty mug, and finds himself once again staring at the napkin you left him. The Sharpie is barely readable anymore after all of his tears landed on it, but the X is still there. There is something so adorable about how nervous you are around him, and it even shows in the notes you left him. He still regrets throwing the cup away, but he has the napkin and he cherishes it like it’s an antique.

A knock on the door disturbs his peace. At least with you, the world around him didn’t exist, but now he’s alone and everything seems to be rushing back in.

Michael makes his way to his front door and opens it. He expected it to be someone from his family, perhaps Birdy because the woman likes to check in on him from time to time or ask him for a cup of tea, knowing he tends to get lonely, and he appreciates her maternal bones, but it’s not her. In front of him stands his brother, Jimmy, and he doesn’t look happy. He never does, but he looks particularly grouchy tonight.

He steps aside and lets him in, albeit hesitantly.

“We need ta talk,” Jimmy says when he’s already halfway through the door.

“About what?” Michael asks, closing the lock again behind him.

He doesn’t want to talk, which is why he hasn’t been answering his brother’s calls, but even if he did, it’s been a long day and he is tired. Whatever Jimmy has to say to him, he doesn’t want to hear it.

He looks around the house with curious eyes.

“What’re you doin’?”

“Are ya alone?”

Michael nods. “Yeah.”

“Good. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it. Amanda told me somethin’,” Jimmy says. His eyes look dark, almost vacant in the dim living room light.

There are a million things she could have told him, and he likes none of them. His heart stops. The history between Michael and Amanda is something he promised to keep hidden, although his brother isn’t stupid and the signs have never been clearer, considering the rather awkward reunion after he was released from prison. But why would he come to him now? Why would Amanda tell him?

It’s not like Michael has ever been in love with his brother’s wife. He’s not sure why it happened; his feelings were conflicted back then and he screwed up. He always does. He lets the demons in his head guide him against his better judgment, and then shit happens. He’s not proud of it nor does he want to find excuses because what he did hurt not only his brother in a way but his wife and the family he’d always wanted and then lost. He doesn’t want to talk about it because he can’t explain himself – Michael knows he’s an asshole, but saying it to his brother’s face would be even more humiliating than carrying the knowledge around with him.

He tries not to show that he’s panicking. Instead, he moves to the kitchen and grabs both of them a beer. “Oh yeah?” he says, trying to sound nonchalant, although the guilt makes his eyes look particularly sunken in the darkness. “What did she tell ya?”

Jimmy takes one of the bottles from him. He doesn’t look like he wants to punch him just yet, so maybe Amanda didn’t tell him about them. He’s not sure what other secrets she’s keeping, he can only remember the elephant in the room, but his mind is foggy and he tends to forget a lot, especially when it comes to the past. He either pushed all the memories away or his brain decided for itself to forget certain things to protect himself – and the seizures, not to speak about them. His family doesn’t know, but he does, and he hates to admit that they’re happening, but ever since getting out, they have only become more frequent.

His life is a mess and as Jimmy is standing before him now, ready to let some kind of guillotine fall on him, Michael wishes nothing more than for you to be there and take some of the edge off that is pushing him forward toward the abyss.

“Have ya been goin’ out lately?” his brother asks.

The question surprises him. In his mind, he’s playing a game where he’s scratching off the things Amanda could have told her husband like a bad game of bingo, but they’re all over the place.

What does his private life have to do with Amanda and Jimmy? He hasn’t been doing anything illegal. He is trying to go straight, they know that. Everyone knows that. They hate it, but he’s insistent. Michael is certain he didn’t do anything wrong and he isn’t planning on doing so anytime soon.

Maybe it is about Anna? But that wouldn’t connect directly to Amanda and it wouldn’t be Jimmy but his lawyer and maybe Birdy because the woman actually cares. He’s not always sure if his brother cares like he pretends he does because there is a lot of unresolved tension – once again, he thanks himself for being such an idiot and Amanda for being herself – and that’s how he knows that Jimmy would be the last person to knock with news on his fight to get his daughter back.

“What do you mean?” Michael asks with a frown.

“Have ya been goin’ out?” Jimmy repeats his question. “On the town, tryin’ to pick up ladies, that sorta thing?”

His frown deepens. “What?”

“C’mon, ya can tell me, Mikey. I’m your brother.”

He is, but this feels more like an intervention than a friendly chat. It’s starting to dawn on him. While his visits to the café may have gone unnoticed, you came to visit him at work today, the same place that is a front for laundering money for all the Kinsella family business and Amanda was there this morning. She could have seen you. You kissed him across the street from the big windows and she could have easily watched the scene unfold, watched you hug him and kiss him, and Michael indulged in the kiss.

Amanda must have seen you and she went right ahead and snitched to Jimmy that he has been spending time with you. You, the last person who should have to deal with his mess. You, someone normal and authentic. You, someone who has never done anything bad in your life. And you, the person Michael has found solace in and started telling his story to. He didn’t tell you details, but he told you his name and you could figure it all out if you wanted to, and he dragged you into it even though he knew he shouldn’t have.

It’s you Jimmy is referring to, and his muscles instantly lock up. This isn’t about him anymore, this is about someone who has nothing to do with this life, you’ve just chosen to show the wrong man the best kind of affection and he refuses to let his brother or Amanda ruin this for him, let alone ruin you.

“I don’t know what yer talkin’ about,” Michael says through gritted teeth.

Jimmy scoffs. “Did Amanda see a ghost then?”

“If ya told me what this is about–“

“You’ve been seein’ a woman, haven’t ya, Mikey?” he asks.

There it is.

Michael puts his bottle down and stares at his brother. His features darken. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Start this.”

“Start what, exactly? I’m just tryin’ ta have a conversation with my brother.”

“Ya know exactly what yer startin’, Jimmy. Don’t play coy.”

“Amanda saw you kissin’ a stranger and she said ya keep disappearin’. Ya don’t answer our calls. I’m sorry fer gettin’ worried about ya. Yer family, after all and I care about ya, Michael.”

It sounds like he’s blaming him now, which, given the circumstances, feels neither fair to him nor to you.

“Ya don’t know shit about my life!” He hasn’t raised his voice in a while, but when he does, it’s pure anger and a tinge of vulnerability that strain his vocal cords. The glass of the bottle hits the counter.

“Hey,” Jimmy warns, “take it easy!”

He doesn’t want to take it easy. He’s far beyond the point where he can.

“I don’t know how this is any of your business,” says Michael, his eyes still staring coldly at his brother, “but yeah, I’ve met someone, and she’s good ta me. More doesn’t fuckin’ matter.”

“Michael, ya know what I’m gonna say and I hate ta say it.”

“Ya don’t have to.”

“I do ‘cause if this were anyone we know, I wouldn’t give a flyin’ fuck, but tha’ girl–“

“Leave her name out of your mouth or I swear to God–“

“Who is she?”

“Doesn’t matter. I told ya.”

“A normal civilian then,” Jimmy says. “Amanda said she looks like that girl who works at the café down the street.”

Now they know who you are, too. His skin turns as cold as ice, and he can feel his blood boiling in his veins.

“Ya know what tha’ means, Michael?”

“Fuck,” he runs a hand over his face, “Of fuckin’ course I know.”

It means a lot of things.

“If yer not careful, she’s gonna get killed. Ya just got out of prison, yer a Kinsella… The stakes are higher now. The danger is greater. We can’t deny that.”

Michael groans. “Since when do any of ya have the right to dictate my relationships? Especially Amanda. She’s the last person on this godforsaken planet that should get a right to have a say,” he says. “Just because ya want me back in the saddle–“

“Ya wanna know since when, huh?” Jimmy snaps, breaking his assumption in two. “Since ya’ve got your wife fuckin’ killed, that’s when!”

The beer bottle soars across the room, barely missing his face before it shatters against the wood on the wall behind him. Michael steps forward, his finger pointed at his brother, grabbing him by the collar and pushing him into the nearest object. He towers over him, even though he is smaller, and all of the humanity in his eyes has vanished.

Whatever Jimmy’s problem is, he’s moving on very thin ice, and the ice is about to break through.

“Watch yer fuckin’ mouth!” he growls. “Ya can tear me down and attack my life, but Allison and Anna? Ya keep your fuckin’ mouth shut about them! And her–“ Your face flashes in front of his eyes like a Polaroid picture. “Don’t fuckin’ dare compare her to them or what happened before I went to prison because I know.” His voice is barely above a whisper; he sounds almost like a snake. Michael doesn’t have to yell to cause goosebumps.

“I know, Jimmy,” he says, “I know she’s in danger ‘cause of me and this family, but I promised Anna I would go straight now because she’s my daughter and I deserve to get her back, I deserve to make amends, and I won’t let ya or Amanda tell me what to do as if I have anythin’ to do with the shit yer doing anymore. You tryin’ to sabotage my relationships won’t bring me back.”

Jimmy grabs his wrists. “That’s not how it works,” he says. There is a flash of concern in his eyes.

Michael sneers. “How would you know? You have yer wife and yer sons. Ya have everything. You don’t know what it’s like to lose a fuckin’ child!”

“Yer right, I don’t, but you think it’s gonna help Anna if ya start a relationship that might end anyway? Ya want more grief? More heartbreak? Does she even know?”

Michael tightens his grip around his collar. “Oh, fuck off, Jimmy! Ya don’t know me, and yer certainly not the boss of me, ya fuck!”

His spit pearls off his cheeks, and his eyes turn feral. “Are ya so used to gettin’ and corruptin’ what you want that ya can’t see the bigger picture?”

He lets go of him, distancing himself almost immediately. His fist twitches. Jimmy’s face looks so inviting, he has a hard time controlling himself. He tries not to let his words touch him, but he’s got him riled up and he can’t come back down.

“Maybe I should let ya make your own mistakes,” he says. “Let you run into the knife ‘cause ya seem to have a real knack for fuckin’ up everything. When yer little girlfriend ends up dead, maybe then you’ll learn that sometimes, family is right. Or ya just kill her yerself because ya just seem so fuckin’ good at it–“

The loud crack of bone breaking fills the house. Jimmy howls when Michael’s fist connects with his nose, and the bridge breaks clean through. It tilts at the most painful angle without popping back in place. Blood spills from his nostrils. He falls to his knees on the floor, clutching his broken nose.

Michael towers over his brother, his irises fully black now. His chest heaves, his knuckles are covered in blood, and his wrist is already starting to swell.

“Get the fuck out of my house, Jimmy!” he says. He doesn’t even leave him time to recollect himself.

Jimmy rises to his feet, his nose still dripping. He stares at him with a mixture of pride and shock; without another word, he launches at him and strikes his fist across his face.

It’s Michael’s turn to fall onto his knees with a surprised groan. He didn’t get his full nose, but something did break upon impact.

Jimmy huffs, staring at his brother who is now bleeding just as excessively as him. “Gladly,” he says, satisfied with his work, and then he leaves, but not without emptying his beer on his way out and leaving the bottle right at the entrance for him to clean it up.

The door falls shut behind him.

He stays on the floor for a while, feeling the floorboards under his fingers. The worst part isn’t that Jimmy said these outrageous things. Michael would be angrier if he had lied to him, but that wasn’t the case. He said the truth and nothing but the truth. And it eats him alive that his brother is right – the worst part is that he is no good for you and the wisest choice is to let you go before you’re too far in to crawl back out.

And that kills him inside.

He finds himself on his bedroom floor again that night, nursing a bottle of whiskey. He leans back against the bed. The alcohol is slowly hulling his brain into a fog, numbing the pain, numbing his emotions, but most of all, it makes the thought of you go away and turn into bitterness instead. You, Allison, Anna… he wants to forget it all.

His finger ghosts over the ‘send’ button on his phone, but instead of sending the text, he switches to the icon in the top corner and presses ‘call’.

The line clicks. “Hello?” Amanda’s voice sounds from the other end.

“Are ya proud of yerself?” he asks. He’s too exhausted to be angry, but there is a force behind his words that goes beyond being tired.

There is silence before she answers. “Michael,” she says his name oh so softly.

He doesn’t want to hear it. He wants to yell at her and tell her why she told Jimmy and ask her why this is such a big deal and that he hates her and he hates this family and… he hates himself.

“Jimmy just wanted ta talk.”

He scoffs. “I just wanted ta tell ya that ya should be proud of yerself. Ya can tell Frank I didn’t change my mind, but good try and ya should be proud of yerself, truly.”

She ruined something very good for him, and she made him loathe his reflection again.

“We care about ya,” she says. It sounds almost like she’s arguing. “And we want ya to think things through, especially with your history and this family, and you don’t want another person ta suffer because of a risk we couldn’t control, do ya? That’s why I told Jimmy. I just wanted ta help. This isn’t personal. And this isn’t about Frank.”

But oh, it is personal. She lies shamelessly through her teeth and right now, Michael hates her guts as much as he loathes himself, which is a lot. He hates his family. He hates everyone. And most of all, he hates the universe.

“Yeah,” he sniffles, “I did think ‘em through. And it is personal.”

“Michael–“

“Thanks for nothin’, Amanda. Good night.”

He hangs up, leaving behind only silence and the taste of whiskey on his tongue as he continues to stare at the ceiling until inevitably, he passes out right there, still leaning against the bed and praying that his life will soon turn out to have been nothing but a bad, bad dream.

The next day, the café buzzes with activity as customers come and go, their conversations blending into a steady hum. You're back behind the counter, but you're not paying attention. The radio plays a Taylor Swift song and you hum along, scribbling something on one of the coffee cups, waiting for the next wave of people in need of coffee to come through the door.

You're not working with Sarah today, so at least you're not getting smart comments about your floaty state, but his lips... you wish you could should his name at the top of your lungs. You can't get him out of your head – his hands on your body, touching and grabbing everywhere, his lips moving against yours as he breathes all of you in, even your bare soul; it's a picture you wish you could replay like a 3D movie, but the memories come and go in a blur. You need him. You crave him. He's messing with your head and while it's annoying, you can't get enough. You're addicted to Michael Kinsella.

What started as wanting to comfort a man who came to the café in need of an escape has evolved into a physical yearning for his touch, not just getting to know his soul in a way you still haven't been able to, but you've seen more of him the day before and you're proud of yourself for picking apart the walls he's built around his heart piece by piece. You're so happy, you could burst.

Every ring of the bell above the door catches your attention, but then your heart drops when you see it's not him. The longing for Michael begins to feel obsessive, yet you can't deny the thrill it brings you. And then, as if the universe has answered your unspoken plea, he walks in, and your heart stops, only to beat twice as fast.

"Michael," you greet him with a bright smile. "How are you?"

Something is off about him today. You notice there is a cut on his nose and the bridge is starting to turn blue. His hand is bandaged again. He doesn’t smile, he doesn’t even try to fake it. His eyes are vacant, almost, like he’s empty inside, the pain having moved deep enough to burn his soul to ashes. The numbness he displays while also keeping a cage locked tightly around himself makes your own heart ache for him.

What happened to him? When you parted ways, you both seemed more than alright. It was awkward, but it was great. Or did you misinterpret something?

“I’ll take a double espresso,” he answers the question you haven’t even voiced yet. “Just a double espresso. Nothin’ else.”

“Are you sure?” you try to sound as cheery as before, but the sight of him has your light dimmed a little. “We have other options,” you say.

He’s not acting on your recommendations today. His stare is blank and his voice sounds harsh when he repeats his order, though this time making it sound like a demand that makes you flinch. Men scare you, that is no secret, but Michael had never scared you before. Up until this point, you never thought it possible, he never struck you as the scary type, but the tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine, uncomfortable ones, and he leaves no space for you to argue or be playful with it.

You bonded over coffee before. His demeanor has you second-guessing everything. Did you misinterpret his intentions? Was it all a facade? Why did he come here if he intended to hurt you?

You finish the double espresso with millions of thoughts racing in your mind. Right before handing it to him, you take a deep breath and decide to write your number on the cup. You should have done it long before. He might not want to talk now, but maybe later, or maybe he won’t ever call. You’re not sure why the hope is still there, but it burns brighter than your fear or your anger.

"Double espresso," you call out, hoping he'll stay a moment longer.

Michael approaches the counter, his eyes avoiding yours as he snatches the cup from your hands. Your fingers brush. You keep him there.

“Hey,” your voice softens, “Are you okay?”

He avoids your eyes.

“You seem… different today.” That’s an understatement.

“Yeah,” he says and tears the cup from your hands. “Bad day. I have to go. Thanks.”

That’s what he wants to leave you with? The interaction tastes bitter. He doesn't even spare a glance at the cup. He doesn’t acknowledge you. He doesn’t listen. It's as if he's determined to shut you out, to sever whatever connection you had.

You shoot your colleague an apologetic glance before tossing your apron on the counter and sprinting after Michael.

“Michael!”

At the call of his name, he stops in his tracks. “What do you want?” he asks. He sounds defensive, guarded even. There seems to be an entire army fighting inside of him, against him, and against you.

You’re not strong enough to withhold the storm. Yet, you still take a step forward to somehow bridge the gap that is not just literally but figuratively between you. The space hasn’t been there before, it’s new and you hate it. He won’t even reach your lifeline because he’s swimming out far enough that he can’t reach it. It’s almost as if he’s doing this on purpose, destroying himself, slowly killing himself, and you’re helpless.

“I want to be there for you,” you say, gentle yet determined. “I’m not sure where we went wrong, where I went wrong, but you’re not alone in this. Just tell me what happened and I can try to fix it. I can help you. Either way, I can tell you’re hurting and I don’t want you to push me away. Not after we’ve come so close.”

You’re grasping for straws now.

Michael turns to look over your shoulder. You see a flicker of regret flash up in his eyes, but it’s gone as fast as it appeared. Left behind is only an empty shell.

“Please,” you beg.

He studies your face for a moment. He hesitates, he's uncertain, but he's gone. You can tell he's gone; he disappears right before your eyes, slipping through your fingers and this time it feels final. It shouldn't hurt, you don't know him, but it burns like acid on your skin and get through to your heart. It shouldn't hurt, you're not like that, but you can't deny that it does.

As if a wall slams shut, he shakes his head and takes a step back. "Ya don't get it," he says.

“What don’t I get?”

“Everything! It doesn’t fuckin’ matter anyway.”

“Come on, talk to me. Maybe I can help. I–”

“Maybe ya should stop tryin’ so hard all the fuckin’ time.”

You didn’t expect that.

“People might like you more if ya weren’t tryin’ so hard,” he says, taking your heart like a piece of paper and ripping it straight through. “People pleasers are exhausting, and yer no better than tha’.”

Your throat tightens as the words start to sink in. “What?” you whisper.

“Ya heard me.” He turns back around, his eyes leaving yours. “It’s best if we end this here. Fer both of us.”

There wasn’t much between you anyway and yet he wants to take his fist and shatter it like glass hard enough so that you won’t be able to pick it up. That sounds cruel, and it feels even worse. His words remind you of your childhood and the time after that, all the people who laughed at you, who told you that you were too complicated, that you needed to change to fit in, that you would never be good enough, and they remind you of your parents and the friends you’ve lost simply because no matter what you did, it was never good enough. They used your kind heart and destroyed you in the process. Not once did you think Michael would do the same.

“I didn’t realize, I– I’m sorry,” your voice cracks.

He huffs, still not looking at you. “Like I said, yer exhausting,” he says as if he hasn’t done enough. “I’ll stay away from ya from now on. It’s better tha’ way. Try not to please everyone so hard or you’ll end up miserable.” He says your name, but you feel like your ears are underwater and all of this is just a stupid dream. A nightmare, even.

Michael says goodbye and then he’s gone. You’re not sure where to, but he leaves, and you don’t make an effort this time – you don’t follow him. He managed to break your heart with what little you shared about yourself and that is not something you can easily swallow.

Your colleague stares at you when you storm back into the café, but you ignore her. You leave your apron where it is, holding your breath as you hold the tears in the corners of your eyes, your feet carrying you to the back room. And you cry.

You break down and cry because Michael used the power of words shamelessly to hurt you in a way that runs deeper than your skin. You break down, and you curse Michael Kinsella all the way to hell.

Tagging: @bellaxgiornata @loveroftoomanyfandoms @acharliecoxedfan @lina-mar @itwasthereaminuteago @mattkinsella

#michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella x you #michael kinsella #kin #no y/n #michael kinsella angst #michael kinsella fluff #jimmy kinsella #charlie cox #reader insert #butterfly effect #coffee shop au #mini series

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chromations · 11 days

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"He didn’t know how to feel about the praise. It was like Jimmy worshipped the ground he tread on, but at the expense of his own esteem; at the expense of Robert, too."

Title: Setlist: What Is and What Should Never Be, In The Evening

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Fandom: Led Zeppelin

Relationships: Jimmy Page/Robert Plant

Characters: Jimmy Page, Robert Plant, John Paul Jones, John Bonham, Peter Grant (Rock Music RPF)

Additional Tags: Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Smoking, Massage, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Period-Typical Homophobia, Anorexia, Eating Disorders, Cuddling & Snuggling, Bathing/Washing, Arguing, Self-Esteem Issues, Suicidal Thoughts, Vomiting, Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Bisexuality, Denial of Feelings, basically. more prominent in the second chapter though., also, more comfort in second chapter, 1977, Men Crying, Whump

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-04-20 Completed: 2024-04-20 Words: 3,440 Chapters: 2/2

Summary:

In June of 1977, the band takes breakfast in a diner. Jimmy's indulgences arise with problems when Robert takes notice with the issue. Chapters split between hurt and comfort.

#led zeppelin #led zeppelin fanfiction #jimbert #jimmy page #robert plant #jimmy page fanfiction #robert plant fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #classic rock #whump

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Come Over Here and Overwhelm Me: karaoke by the sea (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC)

Summary: After a gloriously shirtless afternoon of dogfight football, Ronnie joins the aviators for some late-night karaoke.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC (Ronnie Bradshaw)

Word Count: 7224

Warnings: so many shirtless men, hangman being cheeky, slight angst if you squint, background rooster x oc (ji-yung "tsunami" minn), the squad being a chaotic mess

FIVE | SIX | SEVEN

A/N: likes are great but comments/reblogs are even better! thank you all for your lovely words so far. it's brought more than one tear to my eye

It was a Tuesday evening, and The Hard Deck was practically empty. Which meant that Ronnie and Penny could sit out on the back deck while they went over the items the bar was running low on in relative peace. They sat down at one of the picnic benches with the sacred liquor binder which stated all their suppliers and costs, and the clipboard that was usually placed behind the bar for the various bartenders to write down when something was getting low.

“Okay, let’s see what we got,” Ronnie sighed as she flicked through the pages of the clipboard.

“Heard that Pete dropped by last week,” Penny said nonchalantly as she opened the binder.

Ronnie looked up at her partner with a furrowed brow and a smile. “Yeah, what a coincidence that he just knew I would be there.”

“He told you didn’t he?” she asked.

“That you told him I was gonna be at the bar? Oh, yeah — it was like the first thing he said when he walked in.”

“Pete,” she groaned with a playful roll of her eyes. Then she got serious. “How’d it go?”

“It went…It went really well, actually. Better than I thought it would,” Ronnie said, tapping on the clipboard lightly.

Penny smiled bright. “Really?”

“Yeah. We even got dinner over the weekend — did some catching up. It was fun.” Ronnie paused as she reached across the table and took Penny’s hand. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

“Now — “ Ronnie put her hands down flat on the table, eyes focused on the clip board. “Jimmy says we’re running low on the Busted Knuckle porter.”

“Ugh, I hate ordering more of the on tap beers. Always a pain in the ass to ship and install,” Penny grumbled as she flipped the binder to the correct page and marked it with a pink stickynote.

“And the Maple Bourban Cream liquor.”

“I’ll order three bottles to stock up.” Penny placed another stickynote as she glanced up at Ronnie. “Have you…Talked to Bradley?”

Ronnie went stiff across from her. Her mind flashed through the memories in quick succession. The way she twisted the back of Jake’s shirt in her fist — a silent plea for him to make Bradley go away. The backswing and solid thump when Bradley punched Jake in the face, sending him flat on his back with a split lip. The raw feeling in her throat from hours of crying. The way Jake spent the night and held her through it all.

“Um — “ Ronnie coughed, trying to get the emotion and threatening tears out of her voice. “Something like that.”

Penny could see from the look on her face that it hadn’t been a good interaction. Ronnie shifted in her seat, eyes turned towards the table but lost somewhere else entirely. Penny sighed a she took her friend’s hand once more.

“What happened?”

Ronnie relaid every detail to her. Jake’s attempt at defending her — defending them. The violence. The harsh words that she knew were true but part of her still wished she could take back. Jake’s comfort despite his own pain. All while still going through all the alcohol that they needed to purchase.

“And we need more gin — we only have three bottles left,” Ronnie said around a sniffle. Then she wiped at her eyes, dragging her fingers down her face with a groan. “That’s it though.”

“For our order or your story?” Penny asked as she placed another stickynote.

“Yes,” Ronnie sighed, head tilted towards the sky.

Penny closed the binder slowly, then she threaded her fingers together on top of it. “Well…I’m trying to think of a bright side to this — but I honestly can’t think of one.”

“Yeah, neither can I,” Ronnie chuckled dryly.

“I mean…Maybe now that the top layer of ice has been broken, it’ll be easier talking to him the next time,” Penny suggested.

Ronnie rolled her eyes as she grumbled, “If there even is a next time.”

“Don’t give up hope, Ron.”

“What do you want me to say, Penny?” Ronnie groaned, feeling frustrated tears pricking at the backs of her eyes. “It’s not like I had any hopes for us in the first place. He was a dick back then, and surprise-surprise he was a dick yesterday too. It’s none of his damn business who I’m seeing. It’s not his job to protect me or defend my honor or whatever the hell he thought he was doing — “

“That’s the thing though…It used to be his job. Wasn’t it?” Penny asked.

She wasn’t wrong. Ronnie used to go to Bradley to save her from everything. When she took pranks too far in high school and other girls on the soccer team wanted revenge. When she got her heart broken by a boy not good enough for her. When she popped a tire on the side of the highway he was the first person she called. When she fell down as a kid and scraped her knee she never yelled for their mom, she always yelled for Bradley to come save her. So should it have really come as a surprise to her when he tried to swoop in and save her from a man he was convinced would treat her poorly? Who he could only assume was taking advantage of her?

No — it shouldn’t have surprised her at all. But still…

“S’not his job anymore though. He gave that up a long time ago.”

A large group of people rounded the back corner of The Hard Deck. Penny leaned over to get a better view of the group while Ronnie turned with a furrowed brow to see what exactly about them had garnered her friend’s attention. Her eyes widened when they did.

It was the top one-percent of TOPGUN graduates, that talented group of flyboys called back for a secret mission. They all sauntered onto the beach, smiling and laughing, shoving each other like rowdy middle school boys — and nearly every single one of them was shirtless. Ronnie had to wonder if they oiled each other up before leaving the parking lot. They were all sunkissed and golden, glistening with sweat and ripped to high-heaven.

Including their instructor — Maverick.

Ronnie looked back over at Penny, who’s eyes were solely focused on her ex-lover. She had to choke back a laugh when the older woman bit her lip as she continued to stare.

“Do you want me to take a picture, Penny?” Ronnie asked with a chuckle.

Penny finally pried her eyes away with an embarrassed smile and a point of her finger. “You — stop.”

Jake jogged over once he noticed Ronnie sitting at the picnic table, a tube of sunscreen in his hand. Ronnie couldn’t help the grin that overtook her face as he waved at her. Jake was just as shirtless as the rest of them. Well built muscles rippling like he was a Baywatch lifeguard. Sunglasses pulled over his eyes. She could practically see him running in slow motion. Ronnie nearly wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it — but the urge quickly died away the closer he got. His chin was still bruised a light shade of purple, his bottom lip scabbed over black in a thick line.

“Oh, who needs a picture now?” Penny grumbled just as Jake got to the table.

Ronnie shot her a quick, playful glare.

“Hey, darlin’, was hopin’ you’d be here.” He greeted her with a kiss on the forehead before he sat down beside her, facing away from the table.

“This is my place of work,” she replied sarcastically. “What’re you guys doing here?”

She glanced out at the beach where several of the pilots were now stretching like they were about to begin a workout. She tried not to notice that several of the aviators were looking over at them and talking amongst themselves — or Bradley with his back decidedly turned to her.

“Maverick has some training exercise for us. Something about team work and moral or whatever.” He fiddled with the sunscreen bottle in his hands.

“Hmm, sounds like something you should pay attention to,” she said.

He opened his mouth like he was about to protest, but when she simply smiled at him with her head cocked to one side, his argument died on his tongue. Jake dropped his chin to his chest with a huff and a grin of his own. The still healing cut on his lip pulled painfully, but luckily it didn’t open again. She was right, as per usual. Part of him wanted to roll his eyes and protest and tell her that he was Jake “Hangman” Seresin — he didn’t need a team and he sure as hell didn’t need any moral. He was all he would ever require. But Jake knew that part of himself wasn’t telling the truth. In some way he always knew that, but historically he pushed it down, kept his guard up. But Ronnie…She somehow broke his guard down and brought out this side of him he thought had died a long time ago.

“I’ll try,” he finally replied, then he turned his back to her. “Can you do my back?”

He held the sunscreen over his shoulder, wiggling it at her suggestively. Ronnie rolled her eyes as she snatched the bottle from him.

“Couldn’t’ve asked someone else to do it? I’m working,” she said even as she squirted a good amount of the lotion into her palm.

He turned his head to look over at Penny, who was flipping through the binder casually, and gave her a wink when she looked up at him. “Hmm, are you though?”

“I am!” she insisted, spreading the sunscreen across both hands. “Whatever — just hold still.”

Ronnie started at his shoulders and worked her way in towards the back of his neck — making sure to get the tips of his ears because she was sure he forgot to get them himself. His skin was already burning hot beneath her touch. The muscles beneath jumped as she moved her hands lower on his back. Ronnie took note of this with a mischievous smirk.

She leaned in close, breath fanning his neck as she whispered, “Something bothering you?”

He flinched beneath her touch as she squeezed his sides. Then he quickly coughed in an attempt to cover it up before he muttered, “No. I’m good.”

“Mm, sounds like it.” She gave the gave the expanse of his back one last pass of her lotioned hands before she patted him on the shoulder blades. “Alright, you’re all done.”

“Thanks, darlin’.” Jake got up from the picnic table.

Then he turned, hand outstretched towards Ronnie. She took his hand hesitantly, unsure of his motives. But his grip around her fingers was reassuring, comforting — even though the grin that he flashed her was nearly devilish. He pulled her into his chest slowly, his hand trailing up her arm to cup the back of her neck gently.

“Are they watching?” he asked quietly, jerking his head back towards the beach.

Ronnie looked over his shoulder with furrowed brows. Sure enough, most of the other aviators were still looking in their direction, hands on their hips, waiting to see what would happen next. She looked back into Jake’s sunglasses covered face with one eyebrow raised. Then it clicked — and she grinned.

“Yeah they are,” she replied.

“Good.”

Suddenly, they were turned to the side, what they were doing on full display. And Jake’s lips were on her’s in the next instant. Even though she anticipated it, the kiss still caught her off guard — the noise of surprise she released caught between their mouths as he kissed her soundly. She leaned into it, pumping up the dramatics because the other pilots were watching. And Jake wanted to put on a show. Her hands slid up his well defined chest as his other hand gripped her hip tight. Jake slipped his tongue into her mouth with no need to pry for access, dipping her back ever so slightly, his firm hold on her keeping her from falling.

She thought she could hear someone groan in annoyance from the beach. Which only made her smile into his lips.

Jake could be such a little shit.

But so could she.

He finally broke away, leaving her panting and slightly dizzy — drunk on the feeling of him. She looked up at him only to see a soft smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Ronnie gave him one of her own as his hand curved around the side of her neck, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.

“You’re a real cheeky bastard, Jake Seresin,” she chuckled softly.

“Gotta let’em know who you belong to,” he replied.

Ronnie wanted to retaliate with some snarky response about how she didn’t belong to anyone. But with the way her stomach was fluttering and her heart raced she could barely even think, let alone formulate one of her classic come backs. She belonged to Jake Seresin. And it felt really, really good. Jake seemed to notice this, just like he always did. With a little smirk and his thumb brushing over her bottom lip softly. She couldn’t look him in the face anymore. Instead she focused on her hands still resting on his chest, her fingers fiddling with the dusting of hair found there.

“You could join if you want to,” he said, again tilting his head towards the beach.

“Nope. Sorry.” Ronnie tapped his chest before pulling away from him. “I’ve got a massive order to place.”

Jake noticed the way she glanced wearily towards the water’s edge. To where Rooster was now throwing the football back and forth with Fritz. He doesn’t mention it, but he knows that there are more reasons besides work that she won’t join their game.

But he decided not to push it as he sighed playfully, “God, you’re no fun.”

“God, I have a job,” she answered, mocking his tone, before picking up the binder from the table. She turned back to him with a smile. “Have fun.”

“Hmm, and have fun with that, I guess.” Jake pointed at the binder as he began to back away.

“Oh, I will.”

“Hangman, come on! Let’s go!” someone called.

Jake flashed her one more smile before turning and jogging back to his fellow aviators. Ronnie chuckled with a shake of her head as she watched him go.

The bar was still relatively empty by the time it hit ten o’clock. Not a lot of people wanted to get hammered on a weekday night — not that Ronnie or Penny would allow anyone to go that far anyway. But it did make for a rather boring night of work.

Ronnie stood behind the counter, wiping down the polished wood for what felt like the hundredth time in the past hour just to keep herself occupied. Her head bopping along to the tune bleeding from the jukebox. She wondered if she could convince Jimmy to pick up a game of pool with her. He looked just about as bored as she felt, standing by the kitchen door and chatting with Jay on dish.

But then, as if right on cue, the back door to the bar swung open and three young aviators stepped inside. Ronnie smiled at the sight of them — the small pack was led by a grinning Jake Seresin. No longer shirtless, but definitely dressed to impress in a pair of green pants, a white shirt and jean jacket. He looked good.

After their game finished that evening, the pilots went back to base to clean up and take the rest of the day. But it seemed that Jake was able to convince a few to go out for drinks. Ronnie recognized the other two pilots. They were together nearly everywhere they went. She could only assume it was a pilot and his backseater. She mentally went through the list of names that Jake talked about all the time. This had to be Payback and Fanboy. Though which was which she had no idea.

“Hey, Ronnie,” Jake greeted as he slid into the seat right in front of her.

The other two aviators sat down on either side of him, rolling their eyes when Jake and Ronnie leaned across the bar to share a kiss.

“So you’re the infamous Ronnie,” the taller of the two said with a tilt of his head when the couple separated.

“I wouldn’t call myself infamous,” she scoffed with a grin. “But I am pretty great.”

“Jesus — “ The tall one slapped Jake on the back. “Think you found yourself a keeper, Hangman.”

Jake winked at her. “Don’t I know it.”

“Did he tell you about the game?” the other one asked, elbows leaned on the bar.

“No — what game?” Ronnie narrowed her eyes at Jake.

The tips of his ears turned red and she just knew that wasn’t a good sign.

“He’s been trying to get us to guess who you are for the past week! Givin’ us little hints n’ shit.”

“Sounds like something he would do,” Ronnie chuckled as she picked up her rag again and started moving it over the bartop.

“I thought you guys enjoyed it!” Jake defended, his cheeks now turning a subtle shade of pink.

“Not as much as you did, man!”

She laughed with a shake of her head. “So — what do they call you two?”

“I’m Payback.” The taller of the two placed a hand on his chest, then pointed around Jake. “And this is my WSO — Fanboy.”

“Backseater, huh?” Ronnie looked over at Fanboy with a smile. “My dad was a WSO.”

Fanboy sat up a little straighter as he leaned in. “Really? What was his callsign? Maybe I’ll recognize it.”

“Goose.”

The gears seemed to turn behind Payback and Fanboy’s eyes — all while Jake dropped his gaze to the polished wood of the bartop. Fanboy’s mouth popped open in question, his eyebrows furrowing. The team of pilots looked at each other over Jake’s head. They were putting two and two together, slowly but surely. All while Ronne looked back and forth between the two with an expectant look on her face.

She knew that Jake had brought up her father during training the day that Bradley stormed into the bar. She had to practically force him to tell her what happened — twisting his nipple between her fingers harshly while he squealed at her to stop. Obviously she was upset when he finally confessed. He regretted his lack of tact, but he still stood by the point he was trying to make.

But before Fanboy or Payback could say anything, Ronnie stepped in with a smile: “Can I get you guys something to drink?”

“Uh, actually — “ Payback quickly recovered with a wide grin. “Hangman wanted to ask you something.”

Ronnie cocked a brow at him as he looked around at the other two pilots with a face that could only be read as seriously, guys? He rolled his eyes and asked the question anyway, charm turned all the way up and a smirk playing at his lips, “We were wondering if you wanted to join us for karaoke at the place up the road. The rest of the guys are already there.”

“We?” she questioned.

“Mostly me. Only me. Forget these guys.” Jake smiled.

“Hey!” the pair protested.

Ronnie sighed. “I would love to — but I’m still working, technically.”

Penny, having been standing behind Ronnie behind the bar and trying not to eavesdrop, quickly turned and intervened. She slid in beside her partner, making the younger woman jump at her sudden appearance. Penny only grinned in response to Ronnie’s glare.

“No, you’re shift just ended, remember?” Penny said.

“What?” Ronnie looked down at her watch with a furrowed brow. “No, it — “

“Yes, it did,” Penny insisted.

Ronnie let go of the rag she was using to clean and lifted her hands in surrender. “Okay, okay — fine, I’ll go! Jesus!”

“Don’t act like someone’s twisting your arm, Ron,” Penny said as Ronnie came out from the behind the bar. “You love to sing.”

“I remember that too,” Jake said, pulling Ronnie into his side and giving her waist a playful squeeze.

“No, no.” Ronnie pointed a finger at Jake then at Penny. “You two are not allowed to team up to torment me.”

“We’re not doin’ anything, darlin’,” Jake insisted, though the way he was grinning said otherwise.

“Mmhmm — whatever.”

Jake gave Ronnie a peck on the cheek as he slipped his hand into the back pocket of her jeans, steering the two of them towards the back door. Payback and Fanboy followed closely behind.

The Video Saloon Karaoke Bar was kind of a dump. The couches were falling apart, the equipment didn’t work half the time, all of the songs were dated. But it sold alcohol and had either private karaoke lounges or one large stage area that could be rented out. And if you were a young fighter pilot looking for something fun and cheap to do in Marimar? You didn’t have to look much further than The Video Saloon.

It was dimly lit with neon lights, but the raucous upon coming through the front doors was undeniable. Yale and Havard were already on stage in the main room, holding bottles of beer in one hand and microphones in the other, absolutely belting out the lyrics to Holding Out for a Hero by Bonnie Tyler. So it was a day that the equipment decided to work. Ronnie was instantly hit in the face with the smell of sweat and cheap liquor, every step had her feet sticking to the floor, and the annoyed look the front desk clerk flashed them as they walked by confused her. But it was all drowned out by the feeling of Jake’s hand at the base of her spine, leading her over to where the other aviators were already seated.

They all cheered, various drinks raised in the air, once they spotted the four of them approaching. They were all seated on the couches in front of the stage. Three decrepit pieces of furniture situated like a three sided rectangle — leaving one end open towards the stage. She didn’t see Bradley sitting with them. She wondered if he decided to come at all.

“You got her to come!” one of the female pilots shouted in glee as they came up behind one of the couches.

Jake pressed his lips to the shell of her ear before he muttered, “Told you they all wanted to meet you.” Then he pulled away with a grin, his hands loose on her waist as he announced to the group, “Guys this is Ronnie — Ronnie, everybody!”

The female pilot who spoke earlier patted the spot next to her. “Come sit with us!”

Ronnie turned her head to smile back at Jake. “I guess I’m sitting with them.”

“That’s alright.” He kissed her temple softly. “Whaddaya want to drink?”

“I’ll just have a Dr. Pepper, please.”

He kissed her face one more time before he disappeared in the direction of the bar. Ronnie walked around to where the female pilots were sitting along with a quiet looking guy wearing glasses. She sat down between the two women with an awkward smile.

“Natasha,” one of them said, holding out her free hand.

She was a beautiful woman. With long dark hair braided back away from her face and intense brown eyes. Her handshake was firm and concise even in such a casual setting. Ronnie had to appreciate that about her.

“What’s your callsign?” Ronnie asked.

She smirked before she replied, “Phoenix.”

“Oh, that’s dope!” Ronnie yelled over Yale and Harvard’s key change.

“And that’s my backseater — Bob.” Natasha pointed to the man wearing glasses and sipping on a glass of water nervously.

He waved his hand at Ronnie with a small crooked smile. She waved back as she asked, “Is that your callsign or your actual name?”

“B-Both,” he replied.

“And I’m Ji-Yung!” the other woman said with a kind of cheer that Ronnie thought most people faked.

But not this girl. Her grin was wide and genuine as she held her hand out to Ronnie. She was as adorable as her disposition too. Beautiful skin with long, raven black hair nearly down to her waist — almond shaped eyes bright as sunshine. Ronnie took her hand with a smile of her own, a laugh bubbling up her throat when Ji-Yung shook it enthusiastically. Ronnie looked over to Natasha, who seemed to be the more calm one of the group, to see if Ji-Yung was actually being serious. And just by the look Natasha flashed her she knew it to be true. The young pilot was like this literally all the time. And that definitely wasn’t a bad thing.

“My callsign’s Tsunami — cause you don’t even know I’m coming till I’m already on top of you!”

“Baby girl,” Ronnie said as she placed a hand on the aviator’s thigh. “I know we just met but…That sounds like the tagline to your sextape.”

Ronnie could hear Natasha snort into her drink while Ji-Yung just stared at her with wide, innocent eyes.

“Does it?” she asked quietly, then she turned to Bob sitting beside her and asked again, louder, “Does it? I said that to Maverick!”

“I-I mean, kinda,” Bob answered.

“Oh, this is terrible!” Ji-Yung wailed, throwing her face into her knees as Ronnie and Natasha continued to laugh.

Ronnie patted her on the back. “Sorry to ruin that for you.”

Something cold was pressed into the side of Ronnie’s neck, making her coil away in shock and let out a gasp. Then she heard Jake’s laughter from above her head and she rolled her eyes.

“Jake!” she shouted over the noise, Fitz had gone up to do his solo performance of Weak by SWV.

“Your Dr. Pepper, darlin’.” He actually handed her the drink this time, pushing the cold can into her waiting hand.

“Thank you,” she said, kissing him on the cheek for his service before he walked over to join Coyote on the other side of the couch.

Once he was gone, however, Natasha leaned in closer to Ronnie and asked, “Okay, real talk, how did you two like…Happen?”

“Uh, we met when he was in the TOPGUN program four years ago, actually.”

“So you guys have been together a long time? He’s never mentioned you before.”

“No, no.” Ronnie shook her head as she cracked open her drink. “We were a thing for about a year back then. Only been back together for about a week.”

“Aw, how’d you guys meet?” Ji-Yung questioned, her torment seemingly forgotten.

“I was working at the I-Bar as a bartender at the time. Uh, I’m pretty sure he walked up to me and said Are you a magician? It’s the strangest thing, but every time I look at you, everyone else disappears.” The girls, and Bob, broke out into a fit of laughter. “Or something else ridiculously corny like that. I can’t remember exactly because I literally just ignored him and walked away.”

Ji-Yung gasped through her laughter, tears building in the corners of her eyes, “No! Are you serious?”

“Oh, dead serious. He doesn’t give up that easily though, I’ll tell you that.”

Ronnie smiled fondly at the memory now, though back then she nearly wanted to punch Jake in the face for his persistence. But in the end, she was helpless to resist him. Because the majority of her found him charming, exciting, and maybe a bit dangerous. She was never one to have a one night stand with someone — but she could make an exception for the handsome flyboy who was giving her all his attention. She took that young aviator back to her barely unpacked apartment that night and the rest is history.

“God, how can you stand him?” Natasha asked with a cock of her head. “No offence.”

“Nah, I get it. He’s not as bad as he lets you think he is,” Ronnie said before sipping on her soda.

Natasha narrowed her eyes. “Really?”

“Oh, yeah.” Ronnie smiled at Jake sitting on the couch opposite her. He was sitting there with a drink in hand, laughing with Coyote and Omaha about something. “Beneath that cold, dickish exterior is an absolute teddy bear.”

“I think that is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard someone say about Hangman,” Natasha said.

Everyone burst into a fit of chuckles suitable for a preteen sleepover. But none of them really cared. And from across the way, Jake watched them with a small smile. Jake liked seeing Ronnie like this. It was just another element that she thrived in. Meeting new people, making a lasting impression. She always left a good taste in people’s mouths, something sweet and savory at the same time that left people wanting more. Whereas Jake was also good at leaving an impression, just never one that people seemed to like. Something sour. It was a flavor that people either loved or hated and he was fine with it being that way. It kept his competition at bay and those that threatened to expose him for what he really was, scared and alone, at a distance.

Ronnie made him want something more sweet than sour though.

Fritz stepped down from the stage to uproarious applause from the other pilots. Jake set down his drink and jumped up onto the raised platform after him, taking the mic and smiling out at the chatting crowd.

“Alright, alright,” he said, causing everyone to shush as they focused all their attention on him. “If Ronnie Bradshaw could please come up to the stage.”

“What? I haven’t even picked a song!” she yelled from her spot on the couch.

“I picked one for you!” he replied into the mic.

Jake watched as Ronnie rolled her eyes dramatically but got up from the couch, Natasha and Ji-Yung cheering her on. She ascended the stage and took the mic from Jake’s hand.

“You’re the worst,” she muttered with no weight behind it, her grin giving her away.

“Don’t worry — I picked one of your favorites.” Jake winked as he gave her ass a tap, then he jumped down from the stage and took his place back on the couch.

Ronnie waited patiently for the song to start playing. From the stage she had a better view of the whole main room of The Video Saloon. The bar was through a little hallway to the right and there was a door off the hallway that led out to the bar’s back deck. Then the speakers crackled to life and the first few chords of Man! I Feel Like a Woman! by Shania Twain started to play — and Ronnie had to pull the microphone away from her mouth so she could laugh.

Natasha and Ji-Yung screamed from the small crowd right on cue: “Let’s go girls!”

And when the time came, Ronnie put the microphone to her lips and started to sing. The pilots instantly reacted. They sat up straighter in their seats, clapped, hollered — Coyote even slapped Jake on the back a few times. Penny wasn’t lying when she said that Ronnie loved to sing. It was a talent and a habit picked up from Bradley.

All that time spent behind a piano with him, singing that song that their dad loved, made her voice soft as velvet and her tone clear. Their mom always joked when they were young that they should form a band and travel the country. Bradley could be on piano singing backup while Ronnie would be the front man. The thought now made her smile as she got into her karaoke performance.

About halfway through the song however, when she was dancing along the edge of the stage to the beat, she spotted Bradley standing at the back of the room. He came. Standing at the edge of the space, near the door that led out to the deck, holding a drink in one hand with his other shoved into his pant’s pocket. He watched her sing for a moment, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Then he disappeared through the back door.

Ronnie stopped dancing. In fact, she went completely still on stage as she stared at the door Bradley had just gone through. No one in the crowd seemed to notice, too caught up in the alcohol and the vibes of it all. Except for Jake who stared at her curiously from his spot on the couch.

She was still mad at Bradley. He had acted like a real jerk so many times. But goddamn did she miss him, too. She missed singing with him. She missed dancing around the bench of a piano while he banged on the keys. She missed riding bikes with him. She missed talking with him in one of their bedrooms, sharing secrets and playing hot hands till neither of them could stand it anymore. He wasn’t the hero or the perfect brother that she always made him out to be when they were growing up. He was falable and he didn’t always do the right thing — he let her down when she thought he was incapable of doing so. She should have never thought that about him in the first place. Bradley was just a person, same as her. Imperfect, flawed, and broken.

She wasn’t ready to forgive him just yet. But she was ready to try.

The song finished and Ronnie put the microphone back on the stand. Everyone cheered as she got down from the stage, but she barely paid attention to it. Her main focus was the back door and Bradley on the other side. She snatched up her can of soda as the girls and Bob clapped for her, then she started making her way over. But not before Jake grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him.

He looked concerned as he pulled her in closer and asked quietly, “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” she assured with a small smile. “I’ll be right back.”

Jake glanced towards the back door of the bar. He was a highly observant pilot, of course he noticed that Ronnie’s mood change was caused by Bradley making an appearance at the back of the room. And he knew that she was going to go out there and confront him. He squeezed her forearm, trying to show her his support. And when she smiled up at him he knew that she felt it.

“Alright,” he sighed as he released her. “But you’re gonna miss me and Coyote doing It’s Raining Men.”

“Natasha! Please record that for me!” Ronnie called over his shoulder.

“You got it!”

“See you in a minute,” Ronnie said, then she pulled away from Jake completely.

There was a slight breeze coming off the infinitely dark ocean. The stars shown bright in the sky, and the noise from inside was barely audible out on the rickety deck. It was like being wrapped in peace in comparison to the noise inside. Ronnie couldn’t help the relieved sigh that escaped her as soon as she shut the door.

Bradley sat in one of the adarandac chairs, his head of dark brown hair barely visible overtop of the chipping red paint. He looked out at the ocean in silence, a half-empty gin and tonic spinning gently between his fingers. Ronnie stood by the door for a moment, hesitant. She picked at the tab on top of her can of soda.

What if this was a mistake? What if he didn’t want to see her?

No. That couldn’t be true. Just the day before, she noticed the look of relief and joy that passed over his face when she started yelling at him. He wanted to talk to her.

He wanted to try, too.

And that was enough for her.

Ronnie sat down in the chair beside him. He glanced over at her for a moment before he turned his gaze back towards the ocean. It was quiet. But that was okay. The sounds of the ocean and the slight bass of the songs playing inside filled the void just fine. They sat like that for a while — sipping at their drinks and staring out at the water, watching the foam lap at the sandy shore in the poor light of the deck.

Penny was right, again. It was easier to be in Bradley’s presence now that everything was out on the table — now that she had gotten it out of her system. Like poison drawn from a wound. Now all there was left to do was heal.

“So…” Ronnie started, quietly, softly — afraid to break whatever spell had been put over this porch. “What game did you guys play today?”

Simple. Casual. A start.

Bradley seemed hesitant to respond. But when he finally did it was just as quiet, just as unsure: “Uh, Mav called it dogfight football.”

“Sounds like something he’d make up,” she chuckled, now squeezing her empty can to make it pop. “D’you win?”

“Honestly? I have no idea,” Bradley laughed.

A loud, off-key belting from inside the bar caused both of them to jump and turn to look towards the door. Laughter bubbled in Ronnie’s throat before she asked, “Jesus, what is going on in there?”

“Sounds like Fanboy singin’ I Wanna Know What Love Is,” Bradley replied, then he added, “He sings it literally all the time in the showers.”

“Oh, my God,” she chuckled.

“Yeah, I genuinely can’t tell if he thinks no on else is in there or if he’s doing it on purpose to torture us.”

Ronnie leaned across the space between them and hit him on the arm lightly. “We should put our names in for a duet. Bring back the classic duo.”

Bradley stared at her for a moment as she retracted her hand and leaned back in her seat. Oh no. Had she taken it too far? Was the moment ruined? She knew before she said it that it was risky, but she just couldn’t resist. She wanted a piece of what their relationship used to be back. When they would perform in front of whoever would watch just because they thought it was fun.

Then his lips spread in a small grin, mustache bristling, and it felt like a weight lifted off the entire earth.

“God, what’s that song we always used to sing?” he asked, still smiling.

“You mean the one that isn’t Great Balls of Fire?” She laughed when he nodded. “It was What’s Up? by 4 Non Blondes — the band that influenced my entire middle school being.”

“Right, right, because you were also not a blonde,” he said.

“Duh.” Ronnie got up from her chair and stretched. “Come on. Let’s go back inside.”

Bradley followed after her. The noise as soon as they opened the door was nearly deafening. Natasha had dragged Bob on stage in order to sing Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper and both of them were getting into it. Ronnie looked over her shoulder at Bradley and laughed at the dramatic performance. Then she spotted Jake in the crowd, standing with Payback and sipping on a water. She waved once he finally noticed her.

“I’ll go put our name on the list,” Bradley said over the din, a hand on her shoulder as he moved past her.

Once he was gone, Jake was quick to take his place at her side. He slung a lazy arm around her shoulder while her own curled around his middle, her head leaned against his chest.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah.” She smiled as she buried her head further into his shirt. “Yeah, everything’s good.”

The pair swayed to the beat of the eighties power ballad, looking out over a sea of slightly drunk fighter pilots. They all looked happy. They all looked like a team. Bradley had taken up Jake’s spot on the couch next to Coyote, content to cheer on his friends as they finished out their song. Though Ronnie couldn’t help but notice him continuously looking across the couches at a certain aviator…

“Okay, who do you think Rooster’s got the hots for?” Jake said as quietly as he could as Natasha and Bob got down from the stage. “He needs to get laid — bad.”

“Got the hots for — what are you, fifty?” she asked, tilting her head up to look at him properly.

He pinched her shoulder playfully. “I think it’s Pheonix. They’re together all the time.”

“Oh, no, it’s not her.” Ronnie took hold of Jake’s hand and pointed it at Ji-Yung. “It’s her.”

“Who? Tsunami?” he questioned.

“Yep.”

“But he never even talks to her!” Jake argued.

“Exactly. That’s how I know,” she explained, tugging his fingers to thread between her own. “If he actually talks to a girl that means he doesn’t like her. He also keeps looking over at Ji-Yung like a lovesick puppy — it’s disgusting.”

Jake was silent for a moment, letting out a huff of defeat. Then he asked, “How does he ever get a girl?”

“Easy. That’s where I come in.”

Jake watched, slightly dumbfounded, as Ronnie pulled away from him and walked up to Ji-Yung. She told Fritz to scoot over and sat down next to the young female aviator. Jake chuckled, stuffing his hands in his pockets, as he watched the two women talk. He could see Ji-Yung turn a bright shade of pink from there — her eyes locked on Bradley sitting on the couch opposite her. Ronnie looked mischievous, lips pulled in a permanent grin, but she also seemed genuine, encouraging. And by the time she walked away, Ji-Yung was getting up from her seat and walking over to Bradley.

Ronnie had a skip in her step when she rejoined Jake at the back of the room, her hands held behind her back as she smirked at him. Bradley and Ji-Yung were already talking up a storm.

“Jesus Christ,” Jake said as he took Ronnie’s hand and spun her back into his chest, his hands instantly going to her hips as he muttered into the skin of her neck. “What did he ever do without you?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.”

“Uh — Bradshaw Squared?” Fanboy questioned into the microphone after a bit of feedback. “You’re up next.”

Ronnie shot out of Jake’s arms like an F-18 from an aircraft carrier. The first few guitar chords played as she and Bradley snatched the microphones from the middle of the stage and then the pair quickly disappeared into each of the small wings on either side. And once the first verse started, they strutted out on stage to whoops and hollers from the other aviators. Jake whistled loud over the crowd.

Bradley and Ronnie sang perfect harmonies like they never stopped singing together. They smiled and danced and interacted with the aviators that now crowded at the foot of the stage. Ronnie winked at Jake who was hovering at the back of the group. He held his hand up to the side of his head, fingers forming the universal signal for a phone, and mouthed call me. She threw her head back and laughed as Bradley took over the next verse.

It was simple. It was casual. And it was a start.

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windhamsrotunda · 9 months

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Shar's Updated Writing Pinned Post (8/9/23)

! Please note that I unfortunately no longer take requests as of right now !

(this list is going to be updated every so often)

Who I write / planning on writing for:

WWE:

Edge

Roman Reigns

James Drake (Schism)

Nathan Frazer (NXT)

Jimmy Uso

Jey Uso

Madcap Moss

Solo Sikoa

AEW:

Christian Cage

"Jungle Boy" Jack Perry

Alex Reynolds (dark order)

John Silver (dark order)

Wardlow

Erick Redbeard

Adam Cole

"Hangman" Adam Page

Music | Misc:

Oli Sykes (Bring Me The Horizon)

Matt Kean (Bring Me The Horizon)

Patrick Stump (Fall Out Boy)

Frank Iero (My Chemical Romance)

Ray Toro (My Chemical Romance)

Jamie Campbell Bower

Sam Bower

Chris Motionless (Motionless in White)

Vinny Mauro (Motionless in White)

Noah Sebastian (Bad Omens)

Kellin Quinn (Sleeping With Sirens)

What I write about:

Fluff, Angst, and Smut.

18+ Content (this is an 18+ only blog)

Male x Female! Reader one shots

Female x Female! Reader one shots (trying to get back into it, but will only write fluff and angst)

Links to some of my fics {mostly smut!}:

Edge & Christian (smut)

Heel!Edge (NSFW Alphabet)

Christian Cage (daddy issues)

Oli Sykes (NSFW alphabet)

Oli Sykes (smut fic)

Roman Reigns (smut)

Roman Reigns (smut 2)

Roman Reigns (smut 3)

Roman Reigns (smut 4)

Chris Motionless (car rides at midnight with Chris)

Chris Motionless (with those angel eyes)

Patrick Stump (fluff fic)

Wardlow (smut ficlet)

Wardlow (he's kinda hot though)

James Drake (Jagger Reid) Smut

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i-willstealyourtoes · 1 year

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MASTERPOST TIME WULULULU-

(Main page (rules, fandom list, extra info))

💗 is multishots / 💝 is oneshots / 💌 is headcanons

💕 is fluff / 💔 is angst / ❣️ is lime / 💋 is smut

💞 is poly / 💘 is match-up / 🤍 is not an x-reader / 🩵 is platonic

orange means it is being worked on / red means it is in my inbox

TF2

Touch starved!Sniper with s/o - 💕 + 💌

Scout with introverted s/o - 💌 + 💕

Engineer with chronically ill s/o - 💌 + 💕

Heavy, Engineer and Medic with an s/o with night terrors - 💌 + 💕

Medic finds out crush is an alien - 💕 + 💌

Sniper + Wildlife anon - 💕 + 💘/💌

LGBTQ headcanons - 💌/🤍

Trans Scout - 💌/🤍

RED!Mercs with Pacifist!Medic!BLU!Reader - 💕/🩵 + 💌

Sniper only connecting with the reader - 💕 + 💌

PAYDAY 2

Dallas with a male crush - 💕 + 💌

Wolf with shy!male!reader - 💕 + 💌

Dallas with small!fem!sniper!S/o - 💌 + 💕

Hoxton x Wolf x reader - 💌 + 💞 + 💕

OG gang post-ending - 💌/🤍 + 💔

Dallas with a Medic s/o - 💌 + 💕

Houston + Hoxton flustering their s/o - ❣️ + 💞+ 💌

Wolf with a male s/o - 💕 + 💌

Bain, Houston, Sokol and Dallas with shy/cute/sensitive (fem) reader - 💌 + 💕

Clover, Bonnie, Bodhi + Dragan grieving their s/o - 💌 + 💔

Sokol + Jacket with (male) s/o watching (bad horror) movies - 💌 + 💕 + 💞

Hoxton with crush that's a (nice) guard - 💌 + 💕

Bain + Heisters with a cuddly s/o - 💌 + 💕

Sokol, Hoxton + Bain with hypersensitive s/o - 💌 + (slight) 💔 + 💞

Jacket, Jimmy, Houston + Hoxton with innocent s/o - 💌 + 💕 + ❣️

Houston + Hoxton with mediator/s/o who breaks up their fights - 💌 + 💕

Bain with his crush - 💌 + 💕

Dallas with younger/silly s/o - 💌 + 💕

Jacket, Hoxton, Sokol + Bain with s/o who's an 'over-achiever' - 💌 + 💕

Dallas, Hoxton, Houston + Wolf with hurt s/o - 💌 + 💕

Houston with tiny s/o - 💌 + 💞

Dallas + Houston catching their s/o singing - 💌 + 💕

Jacket with s/o 'sharing a bed' - 💝 + 💕

Hoxton with s/o 'no strings attached' (I hate this one sm bc it's old and cringe) - 💌 + 💔 + ❣️

Joy with fem!S/o who is depressed - 💕 + 💌

Sleeping Dogs

Wei with s/o helping him with his grief - 💌 + 💔 + 💕

Wei, Jackie + Winston and their s/o - 💌 + 💕

Wei with s/o who's cousins with Dogeyes - 💌 + 💔 + 💕

BBC Ghosts

Thomas with best friend/crush reader - 💌 + 💔 + 💕

Clone Wars/The Bad Batch

Crosshair + Hunter with the same crush (Mafia AU) - 💌 + 💕

Demon Crosshair with a crush that's an Angel (AU) - 💌 + (slight) 💔 + 💕

Hunter with caretaker!Reader - 💕 + 💌

Ninjago

Ninjas with angry sibling reader - 💌

Star Wars: Rebels

(There's nothing yet)

Faith: The Unholy Trinity

(There's nothing yet)

Detroit: Become Human

(There's nothing yet)

HLVRAI

(There's nothing yet)

Henry Stickmin Collection

(There's nothing yet)

Yandere simulator

(There's nothing yet)

Minecraft: Story Mode

(There's nothing yet)

Sons of the Forest

(There's nothing yet)

Undertale

(There's nothing yet)

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samiwife · 8 months

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Too Good For Me 𓆩♡𓆪 (Jimmy Page x Reader)

A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you guys are doing good! Just a couple things, please request any stories of any 80's or 90's bands you guys like. And lastly, thanks 4 the support. Hope you enjoy this spicy fanfic of Jimmy Page <3

T/W: Sex (of course), pet names, and cussing (Reader Discretion is advised)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

College has been having you beat, all the exams and tests make you have to study every night. All you wanted to do was relax for a day with your roommate Jimmy. Jimmy was originally your friend when you lived in London. Then the two of you moved to the U.S. together to study abroad. Though the two of you went to different universities. The two of you still came back home to the same apartment to hang out with each other. Jimmy was always your crush but you kept it secret for so long. You thought Jimmy was too good for you. He played guitar, was kind, smart, and would always do anything for you. People would often even assume you two were dating, but that's yet to happen.

One night, you came home from a long days of lectures and studies. All you wanted to do was relax maybe watch some movies. You walked through the apartment door, and you saw Jimmy's shoes near the door meaning he was home too. You sighed, kicked off your shoes, and hung up your coat. Then you heard a bedroom door open. It was Jimmy walking out of his room. You assumed he just woke up because his hair was a mess and he was wearing only a bathrobe and shorts. "Hey love, how was your day?" Jimmy said walking over to you. You weren't happy at all, it was a Friday but you just seemed so worn out.

"Not good, god I'm so fucking sick and tired of all these exams and studying I have to do. When will I get a fucking break?" you said angrily while throwing your papers and books on the kitchen table nearby. "Aww, it's okay darling. All your hard work will be paid off soon. I think you're doing an amazing job." Jimmy said while hugging you and stroking your hair. Jimmy had always been supportive of you. He was supportive when you said you wanted to move to the states for studying. "Jimmy, how was your day?" you asked while letting go and walking over to the kitchen to make tea. "It was good, however my partners for a music writing project are arseholes," Jimmy said while running his finger through his hair. You boiled some water and took out a mug.

"Well, if they're assholes then turn in your own work. I believe you can do it since you are good at songwriting." You said while ripping open a tea packet. Jimmy smiles and walks behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist. Jimmy rests his chin on your shoulder. You blush hard, Jimmy is never usually like this. He would always give you hugs. But never this. "Jimmy, what are you doing?" you said looking at him. "Y/N, I know things have been stressful. Why don't I make things less stressful for you?" Jimmy said while nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. You breathe in slowly, and you feel your heart race.

Jimmy kisses the inner part of your neck lightly. You groan quietly and quickly cover your mouth in embarrassment. Jimmy smiled at the sound of you, Jimmy grabbed your hands from your mouth and pinned them to the counter. "Don't be embarrassed sweetie, I want to hear you," Jimmy said in a low voice. Jimmy lifts his head up from your neck. Your face was still red from him kissing your neck. Jimmy kisses your soft lips and runs his hands down your thighs. The kiss deepened, and Jimmy lifted you onto the kitchen counter. You pulled away from the kiss.

"Jimmy, are you sure you want to do this?" You asked shyly. Jimmy smiled and pulled your face in closer. "Y/N, I know you like me and you know what? I like you too. Everyone knows it. So why not now?" Jimmy said in a low tone again. You looked down in embarrassment. "I always thought you were too good for me." You said with your head still down. Jimmy lifts up your chin so he can see you. "Y/N, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. You are smart, kind, and independent. I thought you were too good for me. I'm just a loser guitarist." Jimmy said with a smile. You blush harder, Jimmy notices and chuckles. "So what do you think? Shall we continue where we were?" Jimmy said as he rubbed your thighs. You nodded. Jimmy leans in closer and kisses the crook of your neck again. Then the kiss turns into nibbling.

Jimmy sucked and bit down lightly on your sensitive skin. You groan and whine quietly. Jimmy didn't like how you were quiet so he bit down harder. Causing you to full-on moan. Jimmy smiles in your neck and runs his hands down your shorts. He slowly slips off your shorts and underwear. Then you remove your shirt. Causing you to only wear a bra. Jimmy removes his shorts as well. Jimmy stops for a second and admires how your body looks. "Darling, you're stunning." He whispers in your ear. Jimmy pulls you in closer and kisses your lips again. Jimmy slowly slides his member in, causing you to wince. You never told Jimmy but you were a virgin and he can tell. "It's your first time isn't it?" Jimmy said slowly thrusting in and out. You moan as a response.

"I'll take it slow for you, love," Jimmy said thrusting slowly. You moan at any slightest movement. "J-Jimmy can you go faster?" you called out breathing heavily. Jimmy complies and goes faster. Thrusting in and out hitting your spot every time causing you to almost scream. However, Jimmy wasn't silent either. Jimmy groaned and moaned deeply. Without you asking, Jimmy went faster than before. You grabbed tightly onto Jimmy's back hard enough to leave red marks. Jimmy loved the feeling of being on top of you. You were always shy and timid but now you're screaming your lungs out calling out his name in pleasure. "Ugh god, Jimmy you're so good." You screamed out. "Darling, you're doing so amazing for me." Jimmy huffed out. Jimmy trusted for a couple minutes until you almost feel your climax. "J-Jimmy! I'm about to come!" You huffed out.

Jimmy cradled you and continued to thrust. "Me too love, you can come whenever." Jimmy panted out. After a few more thrusts, you climaxed and rode out your climax. Jimmy smiled and pulled out. You grabbed his member and started to move your hand up and down. Jimmy groaned and bit his bottom lip. You moved your hand faster down his member. Causing Jimmy to arch his back. "God Y/N, you're so fucking good." Jimmy huffed out. "Yeah, what's my name, big boy?" You teasingly said. "Y/N! Y/N!" Jimmy screamed loudly. "God, Y/N I'm going to come!" He said while his back arched harder. "Then come for me," you said moving faster than before. After a few strokes, Jimmy came all over your hand. It was warm and sticky. Jimmy took a few seconds to ride out the high of his climax. Jimmy was panting hard. You smiled and pulled him closer. You kissed his soft lips and stoked his hair.

"Y/N, that was amazing. You were amazing." Jimmy said while he wrapped his arms around your neck pulling you in closer. You blushed and cuddled your head into his shoulder. Jimmy chuckles and bridal carries you to the bathroom. "I'm going to clean you up, and maybe clean myself too," Jimmy said while carrying you to the nearest bathroom. You chuckle and blush. "Jimmy, I love you." You said in a shy tone. "I love you too Y/N" Jimmy said while gently placing you on the bathroom sink. Jimmy grabs a nearby towel and turns on the bathtub. After a few minutes, the bath was ready. Jimmy picks you up again and places you in the bathtub. Jimmy hands you some soap and a loofa to clean yourself. Meanwhile, he got up and went over to the sink, and cleaned himself. After a few minutes of the bath, you were done.

"Jimmy sweetheart, could you get me a towel? And maybe some fresh clothes too?" You called out from the bathroom. After a few minutes, Jimmy walks into the bathroom holding a towel and a fresh batch of clothes. "There you go, dear," Jimmy said handing you the things. You dry yourself off and put on the fresh pair of clothes Jimmy handed you. But you noticed the shirt you were wearing was Jimmy's. It smelt like him. You walk out of the bathroom and quickly Jimmy bridal carries you again and takes you to his bedroom. He lays you on his bed and quickly gets in bed also. You lay down on his comfy bed and you feel Jimmy wrap his arms around you and pulls you in closer to him. "Goodnight Jimmy sweetie," you said while kissing his lips one last time. "Goodnight Y/N, my darling," Jimmy said kissing your neck. You chuckle and fall asleep in his arms.

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