#literally squinting at my screen through the tears

[lingeriae]

you catching an attitude w your best friend!connie after seeing him posted up on a girls instagram? whewwww...

warnings - flufff, connie has nip piercing, mention of readers pum pum but there is no sex! kissing, ass slapping, connie literally says he's gonna have sex with the reader, jealousy, toxic connie if you squint a lil, cursing, reader is female,not proofread, raeder and connie are aged up to 21+

It's a wednesday night when you're scrolling through tiktok with connie on facetime, your laid on your tummy with your feet swinging behind you, thighs being squished by the pink thigh high socks you had on. you giggle at a tiktok your friend scent you moving to reply but pausing to roll your eyes at the deep voice that came from your phone speakers.

"What got you giggling like that?" his voice is raspy due to all the screaming and hollering he was doing while on the game with ony, he glances at you for a second before dragging his eyes back to his computer screen cussing said man for some unknown reason. "why this fool wont stay outta my business." you mutter showing the top half of your face so he wouldn't see the grin on your glossed lips as you watched how he side-eyed you.

Your phone vibrated as you got a notification from instagram, your brows drew together at the message immediately clicking it.

big cocky deja 👅

girlll....

shared @sasha's story

i be instigating or is that baldie???

aint yall talkin??

Lashes fluttering as you blinked at the picture, slowly sitting up as you clicked on the story zooming in lips slowly parting in disbelief. "What's wrong?" the sound of his voice sudddenly reminded you he was on the call, quickly clicking on to the call you rubbed your lips together with drawn eyebrows suddenly becoming irritated with his prescence as you felt your lashes get wet. "Who the fuck is Sasha?" you asked with a steady voice, pushing up your lips impatiently as you waited from his to answer the question.

Connie paused his game at your question, eye brows furrowing as he turned to look at you. He bit his lips as he looked at you, noting the irritation your face with a shake of his head he turned back to the game. "Don't wory bout it." Your face twisted at his words staring at his side profile for a minute before sucking your teeth not carying if he could note how upset you were.

"Alright, bro, bye." not giving him the chance to answer you hang up deciding to go on 'sasha's page to stalk her itching to find out who she is, and what relation she has to connie. Mid scrolling you pause at a picture of her kissing connie's cheek, it was posted a few months back but it still made you feel a pit in your stomach and made you gnaw at your lips while tears ran down your cheeks. Connie was messaging your phone non-stop, telling you to stop playing and answer his messages, trying to explain shit between him and the sasha girl, but you didn't bother reading any replying with a simple thumbs-up emoji and muting him.

You thought about how silly you were being seeing as how you and Connie weren't even together, but it felt like you were. Always together and if you weren't you'd alway be on the phone, always telling each other shit, always sharing tender touches and meaningful glances at eachother - fuck he even called you 'his girl' infront of his homeboys, didn't that mean you were together? although, he didn't ask so that technically didn't mean you were but you weren't seeing nobody and he reassured you that he wasn't either, was that just a lie?

Sniffing you clicked off of sasha's profile, leaving your phone on the bed as you got up to use the bathroom. Looking at your puffy eyed expression you sucked you teeth mad at yourself for crying over some boy, you gently washed your face with cool water before using a towel to wipe away the water and applying baby oil to your plump lips, the sudden knocking on your door had your eyebrows furrowing until you realized who it could be. The thought alone caused an annoy sigh to leave your lips, and for you to feign ignorance to the fluttering at you stomach at what would happen.

Taking your time to walk at the door, stopping at mirror on the wall to fix your appearance and unbuttoning your snoopy pajama top to show a little of your cleavage, a gold necklace with the inital 'c' glistening against the pretty brown skin of your supple breast, you turned to look at the shorts bending over to shake your ass a little but quickly standing up as Connie's knocking grew louder.

Rolling your eyes you walked up to the door, pulling it open to reveal Connie. Your pussy did a thump thump as you took him in, a black tank top you're sure he just slipped on in a hurry, his nipples along with his nipple piercings pushing against the material of it and grey sweatpants. His hands were shoved in the pocket on his sweatpants as his eyes roamed your body slightly pausing on your thighs that spilled through the material of your socs, jaw clenching as he finally met your eyes with an eyebrow raised.

Leaning against your door you look him up and down before looking at your coks clad feet, fidgeting as you felt his gaxe pierce into you. "Whatchu want Connie? It's late."

He quinted his eyes at you letting out a sarcastic laugh with his tongue poking his inner cheek, "You too good to look at me, or sum?"

Cocking out your hips with your arms crossed over your chest, you shook your head before rolling your eyes at him moving to shut the door while muttering "I aint got time for this." softly under your breath. Your breath hitched as Connie held unto the door, pushing it open and walking inside before shutting it behind him leaning against the door and refusing to break eye-contact with you.

Scoffing you turn your back to him before walking to your room, an extra sway in your hips as you feel him walking closely behind you, eyes on the fat that spilled out of the material of your shorts hearing him cuss under his breath as he almost hit a wall from not staring caused a small smile to pulll at your lips. falling unto your bed with a huff you glared at him. You hated the fact that he looked so good, his muscle atraining againt the material of his tank top as he crossed his arms looking down at you, dick straining against his sweatpants, your mouth almost watering at the sight had you looking away.

"What's your problem?" laughing with a shake of your head you pointed a finger towards your chest. "Me? I don't got a problem, cause im not supposed to worry about it right? tuh fuck you take me for."

Connie groans running a hand down his face mumbling something in spanish under his breath, fueling your anger. After he disregards your question he comes into your house acting as if you were the problem, when he was out there laid up with other girls. You stand up from the spot on your bed smacking your lips together as you snatched your phone from it's position on your bed, walking past him making sure not to touch him as you made your way to the kitchen. His mouth parted at your attitude, hot on your trail as you began mumbling some shit under your breath.

"Don't even know why I fucking bother, aint like you my man anyway-" you inhaled deeply as connie pressed himself behind you, mouth running dry as you felt all the muscle beneath his tank top and his dick against your ass hands shoved into his pockets as he watched you take a water bottle out of the fridge with shaky hands, trying your best to ignore his presence behind you.

"Whatchu mumbling? Say it again so I can hear you." The vibration from his worth runs throughout your body and straight to your pussy, your back straightens as you close the fridge spinning around to through him a weak glare that quickly flattered as he looked down at you through his lashes, his eyes almost seeming dark. Your legs shook as he licked his lips the action not going unnoticed by him, you took a deep breath before unlocking your phone, shoving it into his face a second later refusing to meet his eyes.

His honey coloured eyes dragged from your face to your phone, taling it from you to look at what you were shovwing him properly, his lips parting to release a huff that sounded too close to a laugh had your eyes dragging from the floor to meet his, shivering a bit as they were already on you. Raising a brow at you connie licked his lips, "You jealous, ma?" giving him a blank look you tried snatching your phone out of his hand only for him to move it back, your chest now pressed against his. Biting your lips as you feel his nipple piercing rub agains your nipples, you try not to let a whimper escape you at the groan he lets out and the look on his face, bottom lip tucked between his teeth with a pink blush across his face and a look of lust in his eyes. You shiver as he removes the hand he has in his pocket, bringing it to rest on your back to keep you against him.

He rubs his nose against yours before resting his forehead against yours gently squeezing your hips, he kisses your lips twice transferring the baby oil you placed on them earlier t his lips, and you allow him savouring the taste of them like you have many times before. "Sasha's this girl I used to talk to," he says after a minute, letting out a breath through his nose at the way you tense beneath his touch and try to move away before he's pulling you back against him placing your phone on the counter so that he can hold your face. You look at him with your lips folded, hurt evident in your expression which caused him to sigh softly and kiss your cheeks. "We weren't together cause I found out she was messing round with some guy. I haven't talked to her since, and I wouldn't have known she posted that shit cause I blocked her."

eyes watering, the tips of your figer brush aginst the thread of his sweat pants as you play with the strings watching the way you twirl it around your finger, sniffing you slowly look up at him rubbing your lips together. "You promise?" humming he kisses you again, leaning back wiping under your eyes.

"Promise baby." you pull him down to kiss you again, parting your lips to give him access and sighing into his mouth as his hands slip under your snoppy pajama top. He leans back again pecking your lips and resting his forehead against yours with closed eyes, you feel his hands move from your face to your hips inching towards your ass before he gives it a squeeze laughing as you hiss at him and try to remove his hands.

"Looked too good not to," He says leaning down to kiss you again, " gonna fuck the shit outta you for giving me so much attitude." the sound of a smack sounds through the air as connie slaps your ass, rubbing it after and laughing at your whines.

"Connie! Don't do that shit it hurts!"

#x black reader #aot x reader #aot x you #aot x black reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot fanfiction #connie springer x black reader #aot connie #connie springer #connie x black reader #connie x black y/n #aot #aot🌟 #attack on titan x black reader #black yn #x black fem reader #୨୧fluff

[moonstruckme]

This with player!sirius black

Hi! I assume you meant Sirius was the one sending the first text? So I hope this is okay :)

cw: alcohol, vomit mention (no description)

modern au

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 980 words

You stumble out onto the street and right into a pair of tattooed, surprisingly strong arms. 

“Fuck,” two voices say at the same time. One is yours, and the other…you look up, and a piece of dark velvety hair brushes your cheek as you meet slightly widened gray eyes. 

“Sirius.” His name comes out nearly without vowels, all strung together like one long s. “What’re you doing here?” 

“Hey, gorgeous.” He hoists you up a bit in his arms so you’re more on your feet. You don’t use them, though, content to let your weight rest on him for the moment. “You texted me to come.” 

You feel your face screw up. “I did?” 

Sirius’ mouth does that thing. He always looks like he has a little smile tucked in the corner, kept secret for now but constantly ready for deployment. It twitches. He grips you tighter against him, freeing one hand to dig in his pocket. 

“See?” 

You recoil from the bright light of his screen, squinting to read the messages. It takes all of your concentration, and by the time you muddle through it Sirius is looking down at you with a funny mix of humor and concern. 

“Oh,” you say. “I forgot.” The corner of Sirius’ mouth kicks up. “I didn’t expect you to come, though.” 

You start to slip down his front, and he heaves you up again with a grunt. “Yeah, well my night had started to wind down,” he says, in that disaffected way of his. It doesn’t bother you like it usually does; you’re too busy thinking about how out of all the things he could’ve done tonight, he came to you. “Figured I’d see what you were up to. Where were you running off to when I got here, huh?” 

You have to think for a bit. Then it comes to you, and you swallow thickly. “I came out here to be sick,” you admit. 

Sirius’ eyes widen and for a second you think he’s going to step away from you, but he doesn’t. “Yeah? You need to find a bin?” 

You shake your head, swallowing again. “No, this is good.” You stumble away from him, bending over the gutter at the side of the street. 

The club’s bouncer shouts. You hear Sirius say something back to him, and then his hands are in your hair, moving it away from your face. 

“Shit,” he mumbles, securing it with a hair tie. “You alright?” 

You spit, blinking tears from your eyes. “Mhm. M’fine.” 

“You wanna go home?” 

You turn your head to see him, vision smearing. “You wanna take me home?” 

Some of that smile deploys, just a hint. It’s enough to make you dizzy. “Maybe just in the literal sense tonight, doll. Though I’ll be happy to take you up on that another time.” 

You harumph, setting your bum on the curb. Or falling onto it, same thing. “Can we go in a minute?” 

“Sure.” 

Sirius sits beside you, pulling a cigarette and a lighter out of his pocket. You watch him cup a hand to light it, inhaling quickly before blowing smoke out the corner of his mouth. He sets one hand on the pavement and leans back on it. The cigarette glows magma red between his lips. 

“Why did you come?” 

He shrugs, watching traffic pass on the street. “Like I said, my night was winding down. I thought you might be a good time.” 

You press your lips together. The smell of vomit is still sharp in your nostrils. “And I disappointed you.” 

“Not necessarily.” He exhales smoke, hair gleaming red under the neon sign of the club. “Where are your friends?” 

“Inside.” 

“Think they’re worried about you?” 

“When I left they were…distracted.” You smile wryly. You think you catch Sirius watching you out of the corner of his eye. “S’how nights out go, you know? Anyway, they’re used to me leaving early.” 

“Yeah?” Sirius’ voice is disinterested, like he’s just keeping up his end of small talk at a family gathering. “Why’s that?” 

You shrug, laying back on the sidewalk. Whatever’s getting in your hair is tomorrow’s problem. “I’m a lightweight.” 

He looks down at you, humming as he brings the cigarette to his lips again. “You’re a walking red flag, aren’t you?” 

You roll your head to the side. Grin up at him playfully. “And what about it?”

Sirius shrugs. “Nothing,” he says. “It’s hot.” He exhales a long stream of smoke, watching it dissipate into the night air. “My friend says I always like things that are bad for me the best.” 

You’re not quite done wrapping your head around that when he stubs out the cigarette and slips a hand beneath your neck. “C’mon, this is no place for a nap.” 

He gets you sitting up, then stands, taking your hands to bring you up there with him. You start out on the half of the sidewalk closer to the curb, but Sirius steps around you, hand skimming across the small of your back as he takes your place. 

“Where’re we going?” 

“Your place.” 

You start to drift away, and Sirius gives your waist a slight tug. It’s the tiniest bit of pressure, but you stumble closer like he’s yanked you towards him. You may be swooning. 

“I can get home on my own,” you tell him. “I have a great sense of direction, I do it all the time.” 

“I don’t mind,” he says simply. 

And well, you don’t if he doesn’t. For a while you walk in silence, Sirius guiding you with his hand at the small of your back, not seeming to care that you called him out here for nothing or that you smell like vomit or that you keep stumbling in your heels. 

“Sirius?” you ask after a while. 

“Hm?” 

“Do you think I’m bad for you?” 

He’s quiet for a second. “I haven’t decided yet, doll. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”

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[christinarowie332]

stupid horny fucks .

chris sturniolo x reader (smut)

warnings: accidental dick pic lmao . smut ovs ? quick fuck . possible angst if u squint . possible series . not proof read

in which : chris accidentally sends his bestfriend a none PG photo …….. resulting in tears of tension being released…. but was it a mistake?

ps : don’t send unsolicited nudes , it’s weird as fuck . this is heavily fiction . don’t be a weirdo .

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the room was a calm environment, me , nick, matt and chris all sat in dim lighting from the tv , my legs sprawled over nicks lap on the couch as we all relax in our shared space. this was a normal night for us all , a movie in the background, snacks and drinks arrayed out as we all engage in absent minded easy conversations. chris was quieter tonight. i notice as i allways do , subconsciously focussed on him , it’s hard not to be when your surrounded by things that remind you of him , and of course himself . i’ve always felt wierd with chris . it’s not all the time . 70% of the time he’s just an annoying, loud , funny , sweet friend . same with nick and matt . but that 30% , that’s something even chris himself couldn’t get out of me . god he’s attractive. the way his legs are spread , his sweatpants pressing against his dick , the shadow of his bulge basically begging to be touched. his fluffy hair , swept against his features , the loose curls lightly lay on his forehead. his sharp facial features being illuminated by his phone screen as he looks down to it , his pink lips puckered as he concentrates. god everything about him just makes my skin crawl , goosebumps literally growing on the skin of my arms at the thoughts that run through my head. the way his veiny hands would look around my neck. the low tank top he’s wearing , and how his sleek collarbones would feel on my lips . fuck .

i cross my legs on nicks lap , squeezing them together to relieve the growing tension between them . nicks head turns towards me , his confused expression catching my attention. “you good?” he asks , shifting himself on the sofa , his voice making matt and chris glance over at us .

“i’m fine , just getting comfortable” i send him a reassuring smile after speaking , all three of the brothers attention going back to the tv or phones . thank god . i try to distract myself from my thoughts (chris), pulling my phone from beneath my body on the cushioned seat . i open snapchat and start scrolling through my recent snaps , random guys , my friends , team snapchat (wow i have no life) . i start snapping them back , ceilings , selfies . chris . i open his snap and it’s just a normal photo of him , sexy as fuck ,but just a normal face snap , i send him one back and carry on with the rest of them .

after a while , i’m watching a instagram reel and get a chat notification from chris . i look up at him with furrowed eyebrows. “chris i’m literally in the same room as you why are u snapping me ?” i ask , waving my hand around with my phone in its grasp . he doesn’t look at me as he responds, his thumb still lazily scrolling on his phone. i roll my eyes beofre opening the chat . said eyes basically fall out of my head when i open it . i audibly gasp and my head shoots towards chris , making literally everyone look at me .

“sorry.” i replies to their stares , i watch all three of their attentions go back to their original places , before chris’s head snaps towards me , his eyes wide and jaw muscles clenched . the photo he sent me , was probably the last thing i ever thought i would see . his dick . in all it’s glory , veins decorated up the shaft , towards his tip , pre cum dripping down the side . it was fucking huge . i look down at my now vibrating phone in my hand , chris frantically texting me .

chris | I DIDNDTTT MENBA TO SEND THET

: DONT FUCKIJG SAY ANYTHING.

: Y/N

: OLESSE

: THAT WAS NOT MEANT FOR YOU

: bro i’m so sorry

: please just forget u saw that

: nah im actually sorry

it takes me a few seconds to contain myself . before i decide to text him back .

me | chris bro it’s literally fine .

chris | i’m so sorry

: i’m acc so sorry

me | chris .

: i said it’s fine .

chris | are u sure ? i’m so fucking sorry .

me | why are u sorry ???? that’s a nice ass dick .

why the fuck would i say that . chris’s bitmoji stops typing . and just stays still for a while before i see a new message.

chris | my room . five mins .

me | i’m going now . follow me idfc

i immediately get up from my seat , throwing to phone to the sofa and twlling the boys i’m going to bed . i make it to chris’s room in seconds , leaving the door open and waiting for him there . it’s a minute until i watch him speed into the room and slam the door behind him , walking towards me and grabbing my neck to slam his lips onto mine .

the kiss is fast and needy , clothes being torn off as our lips collide and tongues explore each others mouths . he leads me to the bed in just his boxers , and unclips my bra before dropping me onto his mattress . he watches the recoil from the springs in his bed make my tits bounce , a small smirk playing on his lips beofre climbing on top of me and attaching his mouth onto my neck .

he pries out small wimpers as he bites and sucks on my skin , leaving bruises up to my ear and over my chest , my hips thrusting forwards to reach his bulge , aiming for any friction as the tingling between my thighs intensifies .

“are you sure ?” he breathes into my neck , it’s like all i’ve been relying on is pure instinct, his words barley make it into my head and i’m drunk in his touch . “yes fuck , just hurry up and fuck me” i reply, lurching my hands to his face and bringing him up from my chest, reattaching our lips . his fingers make his way to my clothed pussy , his middle finger drawing circles over my swollen clit . his muscles contort as he moves , curved shadows against his pale skin . the veins running up his forearm from his slender fingers .perfectly smooth and sharp at the same time . “so needy……” he says moving his fingers upwards before putting them under my underwear, running his cold finger between my folds . “and so fucking wet” he continues, making his way to my clit with his fingers , making me lift into his touch and moaning at the sensation. he continues his movements placing his knee forward towards my heat , slowly prying my legs open so he has better access , slowly increasing the speed making me a whimpering mess underneath him .

he pulls his fingers away and swiftly takes off his boxers , pumping his dick a couple of times before placing the tip at my entrance and running it through my folds . “are u one hundred perfect sure?” he asks , i nod frantically, readjusting my self underneath him making myself comfortable. “words baby , you know i would love to fuck you sensless but right now i need your words”

“YES CHRIS JUST FUCK ME”. i raise my voice , i see his eyes flicker and an eyebrow raise before he slams into me , a smirk growing on his face as he watches me sink into the bed , all confidence gone as he pounds into me. “JESUS FUCK , fuck” i allmost scream as he thrusts into me, my hands slapping his back , nails digging into his back at the feeling .

his hair flops against his forehead at each thrust , groans and heavy breathing falling from his lips. his hands hold his up as he towers over me , silencing my own cries of pleasure with his mouth on mine still sloppily placing kisses on my lips before moving down my neck. “your doing so well , i’m so close baby i’ve wanted this for so- fuck” he breathes out as he keeps thrusting , each minute pulling energy and sweat from our body’s as we both edge closer to our release . my hands hold his shoulders pulling myself into him to deepen his reach into me , feeling his ruthless abuse of my g spot , not allowing any thoughts to come from my brain . quite literally fucking me senseless .

“FUCK , chris i’m so close , CHRIS don’t stop please” i plead to him , making his speed pick up . “me too mama me too , come baby please” he says as his finger moves towards my clit , the circles matching his thrusts as he eggs my release on . i feel his dick twitch inside of me , at this i feel myself completely release around him , loud moans being silence as his hand rests on my throat as he kisses me through my orgasm . moments later i feel him also topple over the edge fulling out and feeling warm strings of cum coat my stomach and chest .

he flops down next to , his chest heaving and loose curls wet slightly around his neck with sweat .

“what the fuck just happened” i say looking over to him

he just stares at the ceiling .

what the fuck just happened .

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i’m so drunk rn this is such a mess .

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side note : i love u all sm , like acc . sorry for the delay in the fics but i hate posting shit that’s half assed or rushed , and i like to make sure that my shits realistic to the boys . you know ? hope y’all still love me LMAO !!!

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[mvltisstuff]

hi omg thought of this while rewatching s2 ep3 with the earthquake but okay so there’s the little montage of everyone being happy and eddie running to christopher - but what if there’s something similar for buck? instead of him being with abby he’s dating reader and reader has a lowkey job (maybe librarian at an elementary school?) so when he gets home the first thing he does is yell for reader and then holds them and they both shed a few happy tears just talking about how happy they are that the other is okay.

you’re honestly the bestest and i am saying this in advance that this is gonna be fabulous, as always. PLEASE AND THANK YOU!! <333

something in the orange - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

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a/n: the end of this ask was literally so sweet, i appreciate this so so much and i’m so happy you enjoy my works, that’s why i do them <33

buck was so sick and tired of watching everyone else have someone to run to. he hated having to see everyone in each others arms, watching a warm embrace ensue in front of him, just wanting it to be him instead. it was years on end of him watching kids with their parents, husbands with their wives, friends with their own friends. he always had the quick breakfast with a lay in bed, but he never had the long run of love that was supposed to come with it.

he thought his parents would be able to supply that love for him, but he must’ve been mistaken. they had no issue jumping out on every little thing in his life, nonetheless missing out on it. there was only so much love maddie could give, and he needed every drop of it. he thought maybe, someone mature like abby would come with the cherishing attitude to stay, but it left as fast as she did.

the earthquake had given a huge jumble to bucks brain, being able to save a bunch of people, but just wanted to go home at the same time. it felt selfish, and he hated himself for it, but how could he wish for anything else but just to be with y/n at home? he’s seen calamity and chaos the entire day, a constant strain of it into his shift. he’s seen death, broken bones, sobs, blood, anything that one doesn’t want to see. it took incredible pursuing to make bobby let buck take a break, but he could see he needed it.

he held his phone shakily in his hand, squinting over y/n’s name on the screen being darkened by the sunlight. he was nervous to even press the call button, not knowing if she’d be the one to pick it up, or an emergency responder who had her phone.

“hi, baby,” her sweet voice rang through the phone, leading him to sigh out and he couldn’t contain the light smile that formed on his lips. “are you ok?”

“i’m fine, i just wanted to hear your voice, make sure you’re ok.”

“we’re alright over here, there’s still kids here that need to get picked up, but they’re going pretty well with the evacuations.”

“i’m sorry i didn’t get over there, i got sent in the opposite direction.” y/n was working at the school on the other side of the city. buck was, of course, sent to work on the east side. he wanted to be able to save her, even if she wasn’t in trouble. he wanted to touch her so he knew she was breathing and alright, but he’d have to wait.

“don’t apologize, you’re doing amazing, buck,” she reassures him, letting his mind relax for a moment as she speaks to him. “go do your job, i’ll see you tonight, i promise.”

“i just want to see you.”

“i know, but you can in a few hours. do it for me, ok?”

“i love you, so much.”

“i love you, too, buck.”

the moment his fingers connected with the cold metal of the door, he instantly twisted it open to reveal the dim, yellowish lighting in his home. he felt like the introduction to his apartment felt like the ground stopped shaking. he was so excited to be able to rest, lay in his bed with y/n in his arms.

the thick soles of his shoes thumped against the ground as he threw his bags onto the floor. his shoulders instantly slumped and his feet automatically led to the stairs.

“hey,” y/n spoke, drying her hair with a towel to the side as it rested on her shoulder.

“hi.” he replied, slowly blinking his eyes.

“baby, you’re exhausted.” y/n steps forward down a few steps, standing a few inches taller than buck for once. her hands run over his shoulder blades, wandering over his skin and magically lifting the tension and stress from the earthquake.

“i know,” he says. “i just wanted you so bad today. there wasn’t a minute where you weren’t on my mind.”

“i’m here for good, buck. i’m not going anywhere, and i want you to get some rest.” she grabs his hand, pulling him up the steps and leading him to sit on the bed. he strips down to his boxers, leaving him shirtless as he puts on a warm hoodie that y/n handed him. he stops by the bathroom, washing his face as y/n prepares the bed for the two of them.

“i got you ice water, i left it on the nightstand.” y/n smiles softly up at him as he walks back in. “i turned the AC up, since you like it cold and i turned on the mattress heater.”

“you treat me too well, honey.”

“you did amazing work today, you deserve the treatment of a saint. come lay with me, please?”

“don’t have to ask twice.”

he crawls back into the bed as y/n dims the lights and turns their TV on. the white lights brighten their faces as he leans into her chest. his cheek rests right against the middle of her breasts, over her heart.

her arm is wrapped warmly around under his arm, the other hand rubbing his short hair. one of his legs lay between hers, his hands running against her sides. he breathes softly matching the rhythm of her, letting the noises of her gentle words and quiet noises from the TV lull him to sleep, allowing his deserving body to rest against the person he calls home.

#911 #911onfox #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buckley fanfic #athena grant #henrietta wilson #evan buckley x reader #evan buck buckley x reader #maddie buckley #may grant #911 chimney #chimney 911 #evan buckley fluff #evan buckley one shot #evan buckley fanfiction #evan buckley 911 #evan buck buckley #evan buckley x y/n #evan buckley fic #evan buckley x you #evan buckley x female reader

[foreverinadais]

summary: steven ‘accidently’ messages you after you’ve broken up.

pairings: ex! steven grant x ex! reader, allusions to ex! marc and ex! jake as well

warnings: literally just angst :( and very minimal cussing

word count: 870 words

a/n: sooo this is the first small part of a series based on ex! moon boys. will have everything from angst, angst and angst, to pining, forced close proximity and hopefully fluff!!! enjoy :) 

ex! series: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

Surely it was an accident.

The message shone on your screen, illuminating a small portion of your dark room that the sun had not yet reached, eyes squinting with the unwelcoming light. You had blinked once, twice, harshly, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes to ensure this wasn’t a cruel trick your mind was playing.

But it was still there.

Hi.

The message was so simple, a single word. But your heart was pounding, and your mouth was dry. You could imagine him saying it. Could still feel the warm embrace of his breath against the top of your head as he whispered the word, and you knew you were home.

Steven had messaged you. But why?

Maybe it was an emergency. Maybe he was in danger. Had to act like everything was normal and the only person he could think to message was, well, you. Or maybe he was drunk. It wasn’t like him to get drunk when he had control of the body, but you didn’t know him anymore. Perhaps he had completely changed. perhaps he wasn’t the Steven you fell in love with anymore.

The thought made you sick.

But another nagging in your brain pulled you back. Maybe he had meant to send it, completely sober. Maybe he was as desperate for you as you were for him. Maybe this was an opening.

Or maybe it was an accident.

You didn’t know which was worse.

You looked at the message a few minutes more, fingers ghosting over the keypad. What could you even say? How could you even articulate your thoughts into just a short message?

Hey, Steven, how are you?

Why’d you message?

Do you still love me?

Sometimes I think I see you in the street but it’s not you and every tiny thing reminds me that no one could ever be you and that your not in my life anymore…

You stopped drafting messages, huffing in frustration as you deleted all you had typed. It was hopeless. You were hopeless.

Should you even reply? Just ghost him, his message, like he was never the man you thought you were going to spend your life with?

You thought about the others, about Jake and Marc, about how they would be cursing him if they found out. Unless it was their idea, too. Unless they all missed you like you craved them.

But your thoughts pulled you back to Steven. Of his trembling fingers and beating heart as he types the simple word. You thought about how nervous he might’ve been. How he was probably feeling like you were now.

You exhaled shakily, finally typing out a message, closing your eyes as you hit send.

Hey, is everything okay?

The question invited conversation; you were well aware. But you were desperate to feel some of him, grab onto every last morsel he would give you. Even if that was just his words through a screen.

You laid still, phone resting on your chest, rising with every heavy breath you took to try and ease your rapid heartbeat. A few minutes passed until it buzzed. You nearly screamed, stomach dropping as you jumped, phone clattering to the floor. “Shit!”

You all but scrambled onto the ground, grabbing your phone, unlocking it and turning to look at it. Sure enough, it was Steven.

Sorry, accident.

You all but felt everything inside of you deflate, felt the heavy weight of just two words settle on your shoulders as you sighed. Of course. You rested your head back on your mattress, eyes shutting as you tried to hold back tears. Of course.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steven groaned as he pressed send, rubbing his eyes in frustration. “Happy now?” He said to his alter through the reflection of the bathroom mirror. He could hardly meet his eyes.

“Of course not, you know that. But it’s the right thing to do.” Steven couldn’t help but scoff, throwing the phone on the counter so that it made a clunk.

“It was just a message. Hardly anythin’ wrong with that.”

“Steven.” And the word was enough to have him quiet. Well, for a moment.

“I can’t keep doing this. It just… it hurts too much-”

“I know.” His alter agreed, looking to the ground. “I know.”

Steven didn’t regret the message until the morning. Until you texted back. He could imagine the turmoil you went through when you read it and instantly felt guilty. He hated himself for having to shut you down. For having to lie. It hurt him more than he could even express.

He looked at the small read next to his message, realised you weren’t saying anything else today. Perhaps you would never say anything to him again. Perhaps this was it. An accidentally on purpose message and an unanswered question.

Sighing, Steven locked the phone, put it in the cupboard, and threw himself into bed. Resting his head on the mattress as if it was too heavy for his body, too full of the thoughts of you.

He felt everything inside of him deflate, felt the weight of just two words crush his shoulders. And just one thought swirled through his mind as he drifted off too sleep: I can’t keep doing this.

#steven grant x reader #steven grant angst #steven grant fanfiction #Steven Grant #moon knight fanfic #moon knight headcanon #Moon Knight #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley fanfiction #angst #moon knight angst #ex! steve grant

[callsign-relic]

HI RELIC I’M GLAD YOU’RE BACK!!!!

If requests are open, might I suggest a sequel to the first contact Shockwave fic or the ‘Drift and Ratchet find an injured human’ fic?

Alternatively, if you’re feeling it, a sfw tasty AU Rodimus fic in which he finds a human hiding in the walls or wherever, takes them, and keeps it a secret from everyone else?

Thank you Tripleglitch!!! You’re my first request after literal months, and I’m happy to have written this for you :) For this request I’ve decided to make a sequel to the first contact Drift and Ratchet fic, which you can find here!

Warnings: SFW, GN!Human!Reader, First Contact AU

The next few moments passed by like a blur to your weary head. You weren’t sure if your lack of vision was from your pounding headache, or from how the giant white mech held you cupped against his chest. The beat of his heart (or whatever his equivalent to a heart was) thudded against you in a gentle rhythm— it seemed to be the only thing keeping you aware enough from passing out entirely.

The only place you could look was up, and all you were met with was the chin of the titan who held you. Occasionally, he would glance down at you with furrowed brows, cooing at you softly in alien tones, but you tore your head away before you could lock eyes. The white mech was kinder than the red one who held you before, sure, but you still felt a pit in your stomach form each time you looked into his piercing blue eyes.

There’s a sound of shifting metal, and suddenly you’re squinting from the intruding light. No longer are you wrapped in the radiating warmth of Drift’s big servos, but you’re placed down onto a cool, stainless steel rolling desk. You fold your legs underneath you and rub at your arms at the sudden drop in temperature, sucking in air through your teeth with each touch to your bruised skin.

Above you, Drift watches. You try not to look.

“Poor thing must be freezing,” Drift’s dermas pout to the side.

“Really?” Ratchet asks, too busy pressing buttons and configuring settings on a scanning machine to look for himself. “How can you tell?”

“It’s shivering,” the samurai gestures a hand towards you, causing you to flinch back, but the mech hardly notices as he addresses the CMO. “Maybe it’s trying to warm itself up.”

“It would make sense,” Ratchet hums from behind the console. “Some organics, the energon that runs through them— it flows at a temperature warm enough that keeps their whole frames warm. If they’re in cold enough conditions, that natural warmth from inside them isn’t enough to keep them warm.”

Drift lets out a small gasp at that. “Then we should hurry! We don’t want it freezing to death.” The samurai hurries to Ratchet’s side, examining the screen the medic was working on. Ratchet lifts his arms at Drift’s sudden intrusion, staring at him bewilderedly— but Drift’s too focused on the console to notice. “Is the scanner ready yet??”

“It would be if you didn’t butt in the way—“ The medic shoves his white plated partner to the side— not very roughly, but still enough to get him out of the way. With a last few swipes to the screen, the scanning machine hums to life. You jump back at the sudden noise, scrambling as far back as you can from the alien mechanism.

Drift notices, moving away from behind the scanner to reach a servo out behind you— prepared to catch you if you happened to make a fall off of the rolling table. But thankfully, you stop just a few relative feet away from the edge. Still, you don’t budge.

“Come on, little one, it’s alright,” Drift urges sweetly, slowly bringing one of his hands up from behind you to push you forwards. You gasp at the sudden contact, a scream tearing through your throat as you push back against the massive hand. You may have been injured, sure, but there was no way you were going to let two gigantic aliens push you into a machine that you had no idea of it what it could do. For all you knew, you were being ferried into your death.

“What’s the matter?” Ratchet asks, peeking his helm out from behind the screen. “Just get it in there, already.”

“I’m trying,” Drift insists, “but it’s fighting back. It doesn’t want to go inside.”

“What does it matter how it’s reacting? Just get it in and it’ll see for itself that it’s fine.”

“Ratchet, we’re trying to gain its trust! Forcing it to do something it doesn’t want to do, safe or not, isn’t the way to do that.”

As the two titans debated above you, the samurai’s white servo inched you ever closer into the machine. You try pushing back, but all of your weight combined isn’t enough to even budge the force of the mech’s hand. The eerie blue glow of the machine rapidly approaching, you close your eyes as you’re pushed inside, bracing for impact.

“Oh,” Drift realizes, pulling his hand away. “They’re inside.”

Blue light washes over you once, then twice, then a third time. Agonizingly slow, with a low, droning hum— you close your eyes, expecting the worst. Only, after those few swipes of the machine’s light… nothing happens. You dare to crack open an eye, and are only met with the lights of the medbay.

“Well, Ratchet? What does it say?” Drift comes to Ratchet’s side once more, optics scanning the scanner’s screen impatiently.

“Just give it a second, there are countless organic species this thing could be, after all.” Ratchet steps to the side a bit, allowing the samurai more space to stand. Or, more accurately, allowing the medic more room for himself to breathe. After a few moments, awaiting in bated breath, the scanner chirps out a beep. The results had come in.

Ratchet leans in, studying the text as it all pours in. “‘Species: human’… ‘planet of origin: earth’… hm, and just how far is that from Cybertr— WHAT?!” The medic’s jaw drops as the scanner answers the question for him— thousands upon thousands of lightyears.

“That far…?” Drift repeats Ratchet’s sentiment, he could hardly believe it himself.

“Then how could it ended up on the ship??” Ratchet continues, looking to you, hugging your knees on the steel table. “I doubt we could have picked it up before our initial launch, but on all the planets we’ve visited this far, I don’t recall seeing any humans…”

“How hardly matters anymore, doc,” Drift replies, stepping out from behind the scanner to approach you once more. You look up at the massive white mech, hesitant still. The samurai gazes down at you with soft optics and furrowed brows, but tries to offer you a little smile all the same. “We have to return it home. The poor thing must be terrified, so far away from its home.”

Ratchet grunts, “Well, I suppose that’s one thing we can agree on. But I’m not certain the other two captains want to change trajectory all for a single human.” Raising a servo to his temple as he steps forward too, the red bot huffs out a small sigh. “We’d go way off course, we’d get further behind on our mission than we already are.”

As Ratchet spoke, Drift lowered his hands down— not grabbing you, only offering them down for you to inspect. Your gaze flicks between Drift’s hands and his face, as if you were waiting for him to jump out at you any moment. But he doesn’t. The spectralist simply waits, watching your every move with patience. Maybe he wanted you to climb on of your own accord, this time?

Despite how every instinct in your body told you no, you swallowed it all down and moved forward anyway. You raise one of your feet, placing it down onto the platform of Drift’s hand. Then you did the same with your other foot. All the way until you were centered in the mech’s palm. Above you, Drift smiles, bringing his other hand beside you to give you a wider platform.

“Well, we’ll just have to try,” Drift declares. Slowly, he starts to raise you up towards his chest, to where Ratchet leans in a little to get a better look at you as well. You back away from the red mech— with how roughly he handled you, you still weren’t sure if you could trust him. “I’m a captain on the ship too, you know. I’m certain Rodimus and Megatron would at least be willing to hear me out.”

Ratchet responds with an unsure hum, focusing his optics down on the little creature Drift carried within his servos. Your eyes widen at the sudden attention, and you quickly turn your head, hoping the medic takes the hint and pulls away his burning gaze. “If they say no, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Drift snorts, “C’mon, doc, who do you take me for? Besides,” and his free servo is raising up again, this time extending a single digit to you. You lean away, staring at it cautiously. You weren’t sure what this meant… but if offering your finger meant the same thing as it did on earth, then, you might as well be polite to the alien who was kindest to you. Tentatively, you place your comparatively tiny hands atop the top of the offered digit, shaking it a little. Drift beams. “We’ll take care of it as long as it’s on the ship.”

“Wha— what do you mean, ‘we’?!” Ratchet leans back, incredulous. But when Drift doesn’t reply, his attention solely focused on you in his hand, the medic’s dermas straighten out to a thin line. “Ugh… you’re killin’ me, kid. Fine. We’ll both watch it.”

Finally, Drift turns his helm, ecstatic. “Really?! Oh, thank you, doc!”

“Yeah, yeah, only cause I wouldn’t trust this thing under anyone else’s watch.” As Drift coos at you, excited to be able to keep you safe, Ratchet’s own gaze flits lazily to you. You notice, looking back up at him, and trying not to squirm away. The medic only sighs, offering you a slight, albeit tired, smile.

“Looks like you’re stuck with us for now, little one.”

#relic writes #transformers #transformers x reader #transformers mtmte #mtmte x reader #more than meets the eye #tf x reader #tf mtmte #transformers ratchet #ratchet transformers #ratchet x reader #tf ratchet x reader #transformers drift #drift transformers #drift x reader #tf drift x reader #transformers ratchet x reader #transformers drift x reader #first contact au #transformers first contact au #tf first contact au #maccadam #maccadams

[kakujis]

love meter test - keisuke!;

synopsis: u test out the love meter filter on tiktok. it does not give u the answer u want.

warnings: swearing, gn!reader, semi-whiny!reader, not proofread! thats about it.

a/n: this is the dumbest thing i've ever written but i could NOT get the love meter test to give me and baji a good score so u know what?? i wrote about it! this is also all @fuyuluvr's fault. but also u should def read their blue lock ver: here.

baji keisuke is immediately up the second he hears the front door slam open, followed by your wails reverberating through the shared apartment. he jumps up from his desk chair, abandoning whatever vet textbook he was studying, running straight to the living room.  he spots you, hiccuping and sobbing, “kei! kei! come here! please!”

you wipe at your tears, streaming down your face freely as your boyfriend comes to grab your shoulders. “hey! hey! baby what happened, what’s wrong?” his adrenaline is pumping, as he scans your body, looking for any bodily injuries. there’s tons of questions running through his head like: did you get hurt? did someone threaten you? 

you’re clear of any physical injuries, instead throwing your phone out towards him, “this piece of shit! this piece of shit app!” you wail, and baji tilts his head. 

“huh?” he says as he grabs the device. “what am i looking at?” baji stares quizzically at himself in the camera, above him being a bright pink “test your love!” box. 

you sniffle, “it keeps giving us awful scores. like shit tier, bottom of the barrel, the absolute worst.”  you say, quickly moving to your drafts to show the low scores the two of you kept getting. but baji barks a laugh at the way your face deflates in each video, a measly “12%....yeaaaaa” is the last one, in which your tears well-up uncontrollably. “s’not funny!” 

“gimme that,” he says, swiping it from you and you don’t even protest. “let me try.”

you keep sniffling, “it doesn’t matter, keisuke, we’re not soulmates, we’re not twin-flames, we’re not even besties.” and you start to sob, again, but baji pulls you in, one arm looped around your shoulder. 

“no, you just don’t have the magic touch is all.” he grins, flashing you his fangs, as he begins typing in your names. 

“yeah and you clearly do.” you roll your eyes, before grabbing his arm, eyes wide, “....you spelled my name wrong!” you blubber, and keisuke raises a brow. 

“what? no, i didn’t.” he says, squinting at the letters on the screen. 

“yes you did!” you rip the phone from his hands, backspacing and typing both your names in, to make sure he doesn’t mess that up too.

“huh, i did.” he mutters, “my bad.”

“this is why we aren’t soulmates!” you yell, “the app was right!” 

“stop whining and watch.” he says, an air of confidence surrounds him as he presses record, “see! we’re going up!” 

“it just started. you gotta wait,” your tears have subsided at this point, as the both of you stare intently at the screen. 

the grin on baji’s face starts to fall as the number continues to lower until it reaches a measly 54% - besties. “see i told you-” but baji clears the video and tries it again, face scrunched up in frustration. but the more he does, the more it lowers, the next is 24%, then 12%, until it reaches a depressing 6%.

it’s quiet as you pout, blinking your red rimmed eyes. you start to reach for your phone, but baji doesn’t let you. his face is unreadable as he swiftly turns and walks towards the window, before he chucks the device out. 

you rush over, gasping, “keisuke, why the fuck did you just do that?!” you say, arriving just in time to watch it fall to the ground before it shatters into pieces on the street below. 

“your phone was hacked or fucking rigged or something!” he grumbles, pulling you close. “we’re literally soulmates. twin flares or whatever you’re always saying.” 

“… it’s twin flames.” you correct, and he mutters out a “whatever.” 

“but, my phone…” you continue, sadly staring at it below. 

“i’ll just get you a new one,” he snorts, besides no stupid app was gonna have his soulmate crying and this way he made sure of it. “how much was it?” 

“i dunno, like 1k or something, my parents got it for me as a gift.” you shrug and baji nearly chokes. you blink up at him, fluttering your now dried lashes. “you’re gonna get me a new phone, right?” 

“y-yeah…” he nods fervently, starting to sweat a little as he starts thinking that maybe he shouldn’t be so impulsive. fuck. he’s gonna have to ask chifuyu for extra shifts. 

#baji keisuke x reader #baji keisuke fluff #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #this is the dumbest thing ive ever written LMFAOOO #BUT I WAS LOSING IT!!!! #pibby writing

[stitchpunk1]

Time for some BG fan kids!

First one thing I will say is I dont give two shits how some things work like with mind flayers how they are created or timelines and whatnot. This is just for fun and I enjoy how cringe I am. Im still working on a lot of these still so I dont have much for them too. I am reposting this because I forgot one of them last night.

First kid I have Ive been working the longest on. Her name is Tald and she is a goblin being raised by Karlach and Tizdille(my tav). She was considered weak by her tribe and left behind when she was about four. She is mostly quiet and prefers to stay at home with Scratch and the owlbear. She enjoys learning various trades as she gets older but hasn't found her niche just yet.

Faerila is Astarions daughter and has no idea who her blood father is(astarion isnt so sure himself). She was hidden away by Cazador as a punishment but naturally was saved by the group. After Astarion gets with Halsin the druid adopts her as his own and spoils both her and Astarion after all they have been through. She becomes a little nature lover and loves gardening. Being born from a vampire and another race I like to think it works as a less powerful version of ascension where she dosnt have to rely on blood and can go in the sun.

Mist is a tabaxi and the adopted daughter of Shadowheart and Lae'zel. Her parents died in a fire that left her with burn scars, a notable one over one eye that makes her always squint it. She works hard to become a great warrior that will make her mothers proud.

Rutu Ravengard-Dekarios is probably the biggest troublemaker of the kids and a literal little half devil. She inherited Wylls devil looks and thankfully with being a hero of Baldurs Gate she and her father are both accepted. Magically inclined by Gale shes always testing her limits and driving her "nanny" Tara to nearly tearing her fur and feathers out. She has also found and brought home a displacer kitten, a mini gelatinous cube, and a pseudodragon(with more pets to come).

Uvren is a little mindflayer born to Blurg and Omeluum. Being born instead of created from a host she has a few differences from other mindflayers like being able to eat other foods and having a gender. She is extremely academically inclined like her parents and loves to make little journals of all her discoveries.

Drath nickname Nibbler(saw dragonborn have child names and love the thought of this as a nickname) was literally created as I was writing this in one screen and playing BG in the other with some friends and came across some new info(im slow playing this). Shes the dragonborn daughter of the Emperor and Ansur(who is resurrected because as I said above this is for my entertainment). I dont have anything made for her yet as I said I just have a concept for her.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #stitches ocs #bg3 tav #karlach #astarion #halsin #shadowheart #lae'zel #wyll ravengard #gale of waterdeep #blurg #omeluum #ansur #bg3 emperor

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

Critical (m, cold)

It’s an Elijah fic! Okay, so, I wrote this fic specifically for @waterfallofspace because she’s sent me so many amazing prompts and I’ve been blueballing her saying I’m going to use them. So I used as many of the prompts you sent in as I could in this one, along with a prompt from an anon about a critic coming to the restaurant, and this text post from @ithadtobesneezing. What can I say, all of you inspire me :) 

Hope you all like it, let me know if there’s anything you’d like to see in the future, and I’ll stop rambling so you can read it lmao. 

A little under 3k words. cw: male snz, colds, mention of contagion but no explicit contagion, vertigo/dizziness, a passing out moment, light mess. 

Critical

“We have a problem.”

If there was one sentence Elijah didn’t want to hear today, that was it. “I haven’t even set my shit down yet,” he said to Greyson, running a hand down his face. “Can we have a problem in twenty minutes, when I’ve mentally prepared myself?”

“Unfortunately, it’s an urgent one,” Greyson said, pushing his computer monitor towards his boss. He had the reservation sheet pulled up; Elijah raised an eyebrow.

“Is the problem OpenTable?” he asked, dropping his bag on the ground and siting heavily in his chair. Greyson gave Elijah a look and tapped the screen hard enough to brighten the spot he was touching.

“The problem is this,” Greyson spelled out, clicking on the name Trevor James. Elijah, still not following, just shook his head. “It’s a critic,” Greyson said.

Elijah huffed out a laugh. “Grey,” he said, “I know every critic in this city’s name. Trevor James is not a critic.”

“Wanna bet?” Greyson asked, pulling out his cell phone and clicking the screen rapidly. He held the device up to Elijah’s face, making the other man squint and pull back from the bright light.

“Christ, Greyson, hold it a little closer why don’t you,” Elijah pushed his glasses up his nose and grabbed the phone from the chef, whose eyes widened in sudden realization.

“Oh, fuck, you’re wearing your glasses,” Greyson groaned. “Oh, shit. Tell me you didn’t catch the plague that the servers have been passing around.”

“I didn’t catch the plague the servers have been passing around,” Elijah parroted, a liquid sniffle betraying him immediately. Greyson slammed his head into his hands, defeated. “I didn’t,” Elijah insisted, squinting hard at the phone. It was a conversation between Greyson and a chef at an Italian spot in the financial district; the chef at the other restaurant was warning Greyson about the newest alias of the New York Time’s most renowned food critic, Natalia Gomez, who had showed up at his place unexpectedly and docked them a star. Elijah knew Natalia well; they had been first acquainted when he was managing at Eleven Madison Park in his twenties, and she was working for Forbes; she was known for being ruthless even back then.  Apparently, ‘Trevor James’ had made her way through half of Manhattan under the fake name, collecting stars with every unexpected drop-in. It was dirty, but it was propelling her to national attention – the only thing critics really gave a fuck about at the end of the day.

“Lij, you really cannot be sick for this service, like I’m sorry but we can’t lose a star; we just got two last year, and -”

“I’m fine, Greyson,” Elijah snapped, placing the chef’s phone back in front of him. “I – HNGTSHH-ue!” Elijah caught the sudden sneeze in his elbow, cursing himself for the comically-poor timing. He sniffled again and sat himself up, attempting to look as put-together, as unruffled as possible. “I’mb good.” Fuck.

“Fuck, Elijah,” Greyson moaned. “This woman is going to tear us to fucking pieces, and you pick today of all days to get fucking sick?”

Elijah gave Greyson a look that could cut glass. “I’m not sick.”

“Your nose is literally twitching.”

“Fuck off, you dickhead it is n- hhNGSTHH! IGTSZCH! Huhh -!” Elijah allowed himself a moment stuck in pre-sneeze torture before putting his arm down and sniffling pitifully. “Okay,” he said, grabbing a tissue. “I have a cold. Happy? It’s ndothing. I’ve done full events with a fucking cold, I think I can handle one critic for one night.”

Greyson was already pawing through their medicine drawer like a madman. “Dayquil,” he said, placing the bottle of orange liquid on the desk. “Cough syrup. Ibuprofen. I don’t think -”

“Chef,” Elijah said, an attempt to snap Greyson out of his mania. It seemed to work; Greyson whipped his head towards his boss, the endless bottles of medicine seemingly forgotten for the time being. “What I need from you is to go prepare to cook the meal of a lifetime. Okay? I’m a grown man. I can handle myself.”

The two of them held eye contact for a few moments before Greyson sighed and looked back at the reservations. “Okay,” he said. “Just… let me know if you need -”

“I won’t need anything,” Elijah insisted. “Just go do what you’re best a- ahh… ahhTSHZUE!”

The chef set his jaw as Elijah yanked another tissue from their shared box. “Bless, boss.”

“Go do your fuckin’ job.”

***

Elijah didn’t have a cold.

Or maybe more accurately, he didn’t just have a cold.

From the moment his feet had hit the floor this morning, Elijah knew that he’d picked up the awful flu the servers had swapped back and forth for weeks. His head and neck hurt, his lymph nodes were swollen, and he could feel the tendrils of a soon-to-be fever snaking up his back before he even got in the shower. The servers had complained over and over about this illness, but he’d assumed they were all just being dramatic, as servers are wont to be.

He assumed wrong.

“Hey, Elijah, so I think we should put the critic at twenty-seven, I know you had her at thirty-one but -”

“GTSHHH-uhh! hhhNGTSHZUE! ITSHZ-ue! Hhh…”

Mark, caught completely off-guard by the intensity of Elijah’s sneezes, placed the floor chart he’d been holding on an unset table and pulled out a chair for his boss to sit in. Elijah did so, grateful, and invited Mark to sit next to him with a flourish of his hand. He did, and regarded Elijah with a look of disquiet before addressing the elephant in the room. “Um...you good?”

Elijah gave Mark a watery glare. “Yeah,” he said, his voice low and congested. “What were you sayigg?”

The floor manager warily picked up the floor chart again and pointed to the two tables he’d been considering for the critic. “So, twenty-seven still has the city view, but the sun doesn’t set near it. At thirty-one, she’s going to get the sun right in her eyes; see, she’s coming at six, and -”

“HFTSHH! HRRSHH-ue! HTSHHH-uhh! Fuck – hhhETSZHUE!” Elijah doubled over at the waist, barely able to get a hand to his mouth before the volley of sneezes escaped. Mark, eyes wide, fast-walked away from the table, only to return a few moments later with a box of tissues. His boss pulled a handful out, grateful, and cleaned himself up before regarding the younger man.

“Sorry,” he said, sitting up and rubbing an eye behind his glasses. “Yeah. Twenty-sevend sounds like a good pland.” Elijah directed a wheezing cough into his elbow and cleared his throat. “Andything else?”

“Uhh… I mean, other than once again asking if you’re okay, then no, nothing else.”

The GM attempted a smile. “I’mb okay,” he said. “Is Riley on tondight?”

Mark nodded, silent. Elijah gave a nod in return.

“Let’s put her on Natalia, okay? I ndeed someone strong serving her.” Mark nodded again and escaped to the kitchen, leaving Elijah to wallow. This is going to be such a goat fuck, he thought, pushing himself to a standing position and grabbing the table when a wave of vertigo passed over him. Oh, shit.

A minute or two must have passed while Elijah closed his eyes and willed himself to stay upright. Finally, the vertigo unraveled its fingers from his aching head and he opened his eyes. For now, he was fine.

Elijah walked carefully back to the office in search of more Dayquil, those two little words rattling in his fevered mind. For now.

***

“Guys, the mbost important reservation tondight is Trevor Jambes at six o’clock. It’s an alias for Natalia Gomez, the critic at the Time’s. Riley is ond it, but I really ndeed you all to – to… hhh…” Elijah trailed off, an arm raising to catch a sneeze that didn’t seem like it was going to come. After a moment, Elijah lowered his arm and sniffled. “I ndeed you guys to be on your best behavior. Okay? Ndo gossiping on the floor, everyone ndeeds to check their uniforms for spots, just… let’s all act like we’re civilized tondight. O – HNGTSHHH-ue!”

“Bless, Elijah,” a few of the servers chorused. Elijah nodded, pulled out a tissue from his now-ever-present box, and blew his nose quietly. Greyson stood and placed a hand on Elijah’s shoulder to signal that he would take over.

“If not for the restaurant, be on your best behavior for your boss, who one of you infected with your disgusting germs,” Greyson joked, prompting a collective chuckle from the group. “We’re already biting our nails waiting for Elijah’s nose to blow this whole thing for us, don’t make us worry about you blowing it, too.” Elijah reddened, and the servers laughed in earnest this time.

“Hilarious, Chef,” Elijah muttered, rolling his eyes. Greyson did as he was told, while Elijah held on as tightly as he could to his consciousness. The wave of dizziness earlier seemed to set off a ripple effect, and now anytime Elijah moved his head a little too quickly he was about three seconds away from passing out.

“...boss? Hellooo? Earth to Elijah!”

Elijah yanked himself back to the present and looked up to see Greyson standing above him, looking worried. The servers had exited the dining room to go eat family meal – when did that happen? - and the two of them were alone. “Yeah, what’s – hhNGTSHZZUE! Guh, fuck. Snrf. Whadt’s up?” Elijah asked, wiping his nose on the back of his hand.

Greyson raised an eyebrow and sat back down next to his boss. “Are you sure you’re alright? I mean, you took Dayquil, right? How are you still sneezing so much?”

Elijah gave Greyson a look. “I have a cold, Grey. Combes with the territory.”

“Yeah, but like… you also look fucking awful, dude. Like not trying to be an asshole, but you look like you’re about to keel over. Do you have a - ?”

“HNGTSHH-ue! HTSZZHHUE! HhhNGTSHZUE!” Elijah wrenched away from Greyson, managing to bury his face in his elbow just in time. Greyson pulled back, pushed the tissues towards his boss, and waited for the other man to clean himself up before gently placing a hand on Elijah’s forehead.

“Dude,” he said when Elijah pulled away. “You’re burning up.”

Elijah rolled his eyes – mistake, he thought, steadying himself on the table once again. He took a big breath and swallowed painfully before responding. “Shut the fuck up, Grey. I’mb fine.”

“Yeah? Because you’re holding on to the table for dear life right now.”

The GM bit the inside of his cheek and let go of the table, allowing the wave of dizziness to wash over and move past him. When it did, he regarded Greyson again. “I’mb good. Just go get ready to service. I’ll take some mbore meds. Dond’t worry about mbe. Okay?”

Greyson stood and shook his head. “Whatever you say, Lij,” he said, defeated. “You trying to ignore the fuckin’ flu has nothing to do with me. Try not to sneeze on the critic, okay?” He exited to the kitchen, and Elijah slowly lowered his head between his legs. He took some deep breaths. Everything is going to be okay, he told himself. It has to.

***

By the time six o’clock rolled around, Elijah was 100% sure he wasn’t going to make it through the night without passing out.

The first hour of service, he’d been able to sit in the office and try to hype himself up, while avidly avoiding the looks Greyson flashed him every few minutes. That was the easy part; the moment the critic showed up and the hostess came back looking for him however he really didn’t know how he was going to pull this off. “Yeah,” he said to the concerned-looking hostess. “I’mb coming. Thanks.”

Elijah took a deep breath and pushed himself to a standing position with little drama, then swallowed hard as he put on his blazer. He checked his reflection in the tiny mirror Greyson had put up in their office a few months ago – looking absolutely horrifying, congrats – then grimaced and looked away. He took one more slow breath in, uncapped the Dayquil he’d been chugging the past ten hours, and took a long swig. Good as it’s going to get, he thought, walking out of the office and pushing through the swinging kitchen doors.

The restaurant was packed; it was a Tuesday night, but it was spring break and every local in the area knew that Elliot’s was the place to see and be seen, even during the week. Elijah breezed past the server’s station, ignoring the looks the servers were flashing him, and approached the host stand.

“Is she still at twenty-sevend?” Elijah asked the hostess, and she nodded without looking back at her boss. Elijah nodded in return, swallowed hard, and waltzed into the dining room.

Natalia Gomez was not the kind of critic the Time’s usually employed; that is to say, she was anything but unremarkable, which was generally what you wanted in your critics. Natalia certainly stood out in a crowd; tall, curvaceous, big hair and a bigger laugh – stunning was the first word that came to Elijah’s mind, but he shook it away as quickly as it entered. Critics were the bane of every restaurant owner’s existence. Not meant for ogling, but for tearing to shreds from the comfort of the back-of-house, post-service.

“Good evening, Natalia,” Elijah said, approaching the critic’s table. “Good to see you, as always.”

Natalia turned away from the window with ease and smiled at Elijah. “Elijah,” she said. “Can’t pull one over on you, can I?”

Elijah returned the smile, with difficulty. “It appears ndot,” he said, clearing his throat. “Chef has prepared a tasting menu for you this evening, if you’re interested.”

The critic laughed, the sound light and tinkling like water poured into glass. “You know me too well,” she said, handing her menu over. Elijah nodded, picked up her bottle of wine, and refilled her glass.

“I’ll send himb out shortly,” Elijah said, placing the bottle back where it was. “Enjoy your night, Natalia.”

Elijah turned and walked away from the table, not stopping at the host stand, not stopping at the server station, not stopping until he was at the pass, in Greyson’s line of sight.

“Chef,” he said, as clearly as he could. “Tasting mbenu’s a go.”

Greyson nodded and signaled Matt to start putting Natalia’s first course together. He turned back to Elijah and asked, “Are you going to take the first course out?”

The GM swallowed hard, grabbed onto the prep table, and shook his head. “I don’t think -” he started, then stopped suddenly. Elijah’s grip on the table loosened, he blinked hard, and his eyes rolled back. He felt his knees buckle, heard Greyson say, “Lij!” and finally lost consciousness.

***

When Elijah came to, he was laid out on the infamous tablecloth bed that every manager seemed to succumb to when they were ill. It took a moment, but when he remembered where he was and what was going on, Elijah attempted to push himself to standing.

“Whooaa, boss, go ahead and stay right there,” Greyson, who Elijah hadn’t realized was sitting behind him in one of the office rolling chairs, said, gently pushing Elijah back to the ground. “You’re not going anywhere til I take you home.”

Elijah slowly sunk back down and cleared his throat. “Why aren’t you cookigg? Shouldn’t you be mbakigg Natalia’s tasting?”

Greyson looked down at his boss with bemusement. “Natalia’s long gone, boss,” he said. “She ate, we talked for awhile – she said she loved everything. She sends her regards; she said she’s sorry she booked on a night when you’re so sick.” Greyson turned his chair to fully regard his boss. “You never told me you guys knew each other.”

The GM shrugged weakly. “Doesn’t mbatter, right? She’s still a critic. She doesn’t give a fuck if I’mb her best friend; her job is to critique at any cost.”

Greyson knitted his eyebrows together. “I mean, but she does give a fuck though, Lij,” he said, handing Elijah a bottle of water that the GM gratefully gulped from. “She felt badly. I feel badly.” Elijah gave Greyson a confused look, and the chef shrugged. “I know I made you feel like you were going to ruin our star rating because you’re sick,” he said. “I’m sorry. You know I care about your well-being, right? Like, more than I care about stars.”

The GM closed his eyes slowly and took a deep breath. This conversation would have been a lot even if he wasn’t flu-ridden and fever-addled; in this state, he was sure he was about to burst into overwhelmed, sick tears. “I know, Grey,” he managed. “Thangk you.”

“Anytime,” Greyson said, clearly grateful to be done with the conversation. “Now, just lay there and try not to keel over, okay? I’m just going to check out the line, and then I’ll drive you home.”

Elijah managed a weak smile. “I’ll do my best,” he said, and thanked whatever God there was that Greyson’s back was turned when a single, grateful tear fell onto the tablecloth nest.

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What happens in Tijuana...

PART 4

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Somehow by the grace of all that is holy you convince Miguel to take a break from his work, only for an hour but a win is a win. You swing through the city, you jump from rooftops and all this ends in you and Miguel having something of a Moment ™️.

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After getting pizza with miles you head back to the hotel, him taking a couple dozen pictures on the way and dragging you in for some of course. By the time the two of you got back the hotel was lit up, the buzzing of the lights offering some strange form of comfort.

"Alright I'm gonna hop in the shower." You informed Miles, Miguel nowhere to be found.

Miles gives a noise of acknowledgment from his side of the connecting rooms and with that you step into the bathroom.

Standing under the hot water you mill over the plan in your mind. Already getting bored of the rhythm it played in your head.

Then your mind drifted off to the text Miguel sent. After making such a show of telling Miles to get his own food he asks you so casually if you want something to eat. You know your thinking about it almost too much, a simple text making a stupid fluttering feeling alarm in your stomach but you just couldnt help it. Besides its a mission its not like anythings gonna happen especially not on Miguel's watch. Sighing shaking your head you hopped out of the shower and toweled off, getting dressed.

Once you stepped out of the bathroom you noticed Miguel sitting on the bed. Laptop in his lap as his eyes stare down at it. His face lit up by the blue screen light.

"What's up." You greet, throwing your towel onto a chair in the corner.

"Mmm." He grunts, not bothering to look up. You notice how his shirt rides up his stomach a little, getting bunched a little above his lower abdomen, your eyes linger there for maybe a second too long.

Your eyes sweep the room. Then go back to Miguel.

"Where's Miles?" You ask running a hand through your damp hair.

"Uhhh, he went to the pool." Miguel told you still looking at his screen.

"Huh, I can't believe you actually let him." You commented, sitting down to put your shoes on.

Miguel finally looks up and over to you, "It's not like I'm his parent he can do what he wants, he doesnt have to ask me first."

"Ok but did he?." You ask, tilting your head to the side.

".............Yeah, and I told him that he could but my point still stands." Miguel says quickly.

You smile, trying not to laugh. Looking out the window you notice the sun going down, and the night coming alive with lights and music.

Then your gaze goes back to Miguel. You whistle sharply to get his attention. He looks up.

"You wanna go somewhere with me?" You ask, putting your hands in your pockets. The words spilling out before you really have time to think too much about it.

Miguel squints his eyes at you, almost as if trying to replay the question in his mind, wondering if you were being serious.

You stood firm on your offer waiting for his answer.

"You want me to stop the work I'm doing to repair different corners of the multiverse, so it doesn't literally tear itself in half, so we can...what? Sight see?" Miguel says sarcastically.

"Uhh, Yeah." You nod, not letting his buzzkill demeanor ruin your daring mood.

"That's funny." He deadpanned looking back down at his laptop. Tapping away.

You sigh and hang your head back.

"Come oooooon, you work every other day of the year whats a couple hours gonna do?" You shrug.

"Do you know why I work every other day of the year? Because while your spending time gawking at pretty lights and not doing your job, I'm breaking my back to make sure no one tears a hole in the multiverse. And it has happened before, just cause you didn't witness it doesn't mean it didn't happen. I can't play the fool because someone has to have some semblance of direction in this operation. Not everybody's allowed to have a devil may care attitude and be liked by everyone, someone's gotta pick up the slack." Miguel told you, clearly tense.

You sat in silence for a minute.

"I get it, you're stressed, and worn out and you find me annoying but are probably a little jealous too, let's be honest," you say holding your hands up, Miguel just rolls his eyes.

You continue, "That aside just cause I don't do as much as you, which you seem to remind me of all the time, doesn't mean I don't care like you do. I know what it could turn into if I leave my post for 20 minutes a lot can happen in that time given its a multiverse with never ending possibilities. The difference is my head doesn't explode because I give it a rest sometimes."

"Yeah well some of us don't have that luxury." He snaps back.

Clearly this approach wasn't getting you anywhere. Maybe it was time to try something different.

After a moment of silence you continue, "Seems like all the more reason to take an hour to yourself...at least once." Your voice is softer while saying this. Miguel hesitantly looks at you, taken aback by the tonal change in your voice.

"Ok look, O'Hara, I wasn't gonna say anything but sometimes you worry...people. True, you got a lot on your shoulders and people need you but what good are you gonna be if you keep burning the candle at both ends?" You wonder, genuinely asking.

Miguel's brows furrow, something about how you said it makes him think...then his eyes soften, a sight you'd never seen before. Exhaustion clear on his face. He was so tired. Your words sinking in. He looks back down at the glowing screen. It being the only source of light in the room at this point.

You walk closer and sit on the edge of the bed beside him, not fully comfortable but not fully professional anymore.

"What can it hurt? We grab some street food, go for a walk and listen to some music. We're not committing arson, boy scout, we're just having a good time." You offer.

Miguel sighs, trying to stay focused on the screen, "You're so persistent it's annoying, you know that?"

As he says this he looks up from his laptop once again. This time you both simultaneously notice how close you actually were to each other.

He freezes. Looking at you.

Your mouth suddenly goes dry, and you're close enough you can hear his unsteady breathing. Your heart beating in your ears. Both your faces heating up a little.

"You know how much can happen in an hour?" He asks, his voice also going soft.

"No, but you could come with me and find out." You say, matching his tone.

Miguel sighs, tearing his eyes away from you to look back at the laptop. Then back to you. The hesitation clear in his actions.

"I won't tell anyone if you don't." You reply, voice practically a whisper.

Miguel takes a deep breath, leaning back. You look at him with big eyes. At this point he's screaming internally.

"Jesus......one hour, best I can do, if I do that will you get off my back?" He finally decides. Effectively breaking the tension in the room.

"Alright, that's what I'm talking about." You encourage, standing from the bed. Turning toward the door you exhale a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

Miguel stood and stretched, cracking his neck and grabbing his room key.

"I'll meet you out front." You tell him walking out the door.

The door shuts and Miguel stands and stares for a minute. Letting out a groan and a sigh.

"Dios mio. Why now. During a mission of all times." He asked himself, walking out the door.

----------------------------------------------------

You stood in front of the hotel looking around and waiting for Miguel. Finally getting out of the hotel room you felt like you could breath again.

'What am I doing?' You think to yourself. Miguel is your boss. You'd joined the spider society almost a year ago now and you'd liked Miguel even after a few weeks of working there but you didn't really expect anything to actually happen. Sure you'd been seemingly closer to him than others but when it comes to Miguel that's not saying much. You'd had your touch of tension here and there but nothing like...this.

You shook your head looking up at the orange and purple sky. Trying to clear your thoughts. Looking down at your phone to try and distract yourself, until Miguel came up behind you.

"You're gonna get me in trouble you know." Miguel tells you.

"That's what I'm here for." You give him a wink. Seconds after realizing what it sounded like, it didn't seem to be lost on him either. What, some soft whispers and a bit of eye contact and now you guys are flirting?

Both of you look away before you clear your throat. "C'mon I saw something potentially interesting in this general direction." You say walking toward blaring music in the distance.

"Descriptive." Miguel mocked, sarcastically.

Depsite the awkward atmosphere following you two you'd planned on having a good time, and proving to Miguel that an hour away from his job wasn't gonna destroy the universe.

The two of you made your way down the street, colorful flags hung between the buildings, and neon signs shined through store windows. The night was absolutely bustling.

The two of you made your way to the downtown area where the music had been coming from.

Now in the midst of it you were almost overwhelmed. People dancing and singing, the music bumping, the party jumping. Loud.

You looked over at Miguel who looked around clearly bothered by the loud music. You hadn't thought about his heightened senses, if yours were anything to go off of his ears must be throbbing.

You study the crowd and spot something interesting across the street. Without thinking you grab his arm and drag him with you.

He looks down at your hand gripping his forearm. He doesn't mind how it looks, or feels. Watching as you absentmindedly walk toward the unknown destination.

The music was quieter now. And the two of you were in an alley way, each wall painted with some fairly good graffiti. The colorful lights making their colors pop. You're awestruck, slowly spinning to look at the art from wall to wall. Looking back at Miguel to see his unimpressed face.

"What's the matter now, art pisses you off too?" You tease.

"Should you really be encouraging vandalism. As a crime fighter and all that." He says only half joking.

"What you don't think this is good enough to be considered art?" You shoot.

"Seen better." He crosses his muscular arms almost as a challenge.

You roll your eyes, "Come on I wanna show you something." You tell him walking away.

Miguel follows suit. When he walks around the bend he watches you thwip your way onto a building and pull yourself into the air.

Thinking fast he follows, swinging after you.

"This could get us in trouble ya know. If anyone sees us." He grunts catching up to you.

"Then I guess we better hurry." You tell him, running along the side of a building.

He copies your movements, following everything to a T.

You go under the water tower, so does he. You jump off the top of a building so does he. You skim your way over a glowing rooftop pool so does he.

You spin around to look at him in mid air, flicking some pool water into his face. He flicks your shoulder in retaliation.

The two of you synchronize above the lights of the city. Swinging throughout it. It's almost as if it's in slow motion when you go to look at him, only to find him looking at you first.

Shooting a glowing web toward you he spins you out of the way of an oncoming building. His arm coming to wrap around you.

"Distracted?" He asks, the hint of a smirk playing at his lips.

"Could ask you the same thing, papi." You teased, effectively throwing him off. With a laugh you escape his grasp swinging further ahead.

Shaking his mind out of the gutter Miguel follows.

After a few more swings the two of you land on a rooftop.

Miguel breathes heavily looking at you. "What was so important you had me swing around the city for?" He asks, out of breath.

You walk toward him and grab his chin. Miguel's eyes widen at this, goosebumps flaring across his skin, his mind racing until you turn it to look at the sight below.

A giant, colorful and masterfully painted memorial. Bunches of names were painted, each having different intricate details being lit up by the night life of the city.

"Oh..." Miguel says looking down, admittedly impressed.

"Yeah, oh." You agree staring at it.

After a minute of looking you break the silence.

"See, it's not all bad." You say looking at him.

Miguel looks at you, his face contoured by the lights shinging from below. Making his eyes glow. "Yeah...I guess not." He says impossibly soft.

The tone of his voice catches your attention, his eyes practically melting into you.

"You Ok?" You ask him.

"Yeah, just admiring." He replies, not looking away.

"Might be easier to do if you're actually looking at the art." You give a small laugh.

"Wasn't talking about the art." Miguel says, any semblance of sarcasm washed away.

You look at him, your eyes sparkling in the light. Normally you'd try to make some sort of joke but all of that escapes you in this moment.

Miguel's crimson eyes search your face for any amount of uncertainty. None.

His eyes glued to you, unable to look away. The smell of you being the only thing filling his senses. He hesitates slightly before unabashedly looking down at your mouth causing your face to heat up.

"Miguel..." you whisper.

Miguel's rough hand comes to graze your jaw, too unsure to fully grab it. His claws gently poking at your cheek. The light breeze blowing strands of his brown hair into his face. His eyes half lidded, only focused on one thing.

Aaaaaaaaand then Lyla pops up.

"Miguel my bell the target just arrived at the hotel." Lyla reports to him, looking around at the surrounding situation.

Miguel closes his eyes trying to keep the growl in his throat.

You scratch the back of your neck and look in the opposite direction, sighing. Admittedly annoyed.

"What? I just thought you'd like to know."

Lyla shrugged looking to you.

Miguel groaned, "Get me insight on why their here early and if you could get some personal information on them through the hotels system that'd help a lot."

And just like that, he's back to having the world on his shoulders.

You mentally kicked yourself for hesitating before. Guess you could've expected this on a mission.

"Alright, I'll let you know when I have a background check on them." Lyla mockingly saluted and then disappeared.

Miguel ran a hand down his face and inhaled deeply. You pursed your lips and shoved your hands into your pockets.

"Killer timing." You commented.

"No shit." Miguel shot back.

The two of you stood there not really knowing what to do next.

"It's getting late, we better get some sleep."

Miguel said flatly. You nodded. Business as usual, as if nothing ever happened. The two of you jumping down from the building and swinging back to the hotel.

'Fucking Lyla.' The two of you think.

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[lovejosephquinn]

What about Joseph and Y/n going to get their ultrasound and seeing their baby boy for the first time? 🥺

Something like this? 🥺

Since the moment you found out you were having a baby, you'd not seen the smile wiped from Joe's face, you were going through all the motions of the first trimester thick and fast. You'd tested on your own since Joe was away after racing to catch your head in the toilet to throw up every morning for a week and you realised you'd missed your period. The moment Joe came back, you left the pregnancy test on his pillow, watching him go into the bedroom acting like nothing had happened and it took approximately 20 seconds for him to shout your name over dramatically with a little squeal at the end of it. You gathered he was happy about it, you knew he would be.

You'd decided to keep it a secret for now and wait until the 12 week scan came along making sure everything was ok before you decided to tell anybody. It'd be the first time you'd seen the baby for yourselves, so you wanted it to be a special moment just for the two of you. Although it definitely a challenge to keep your mouths shut, especially to both of your families, it was something you felt the need to do.

As you both sat in the waiting room when the day finally arrived, anxiously waiting for the nurse to call you in, Joe held your hand, stroking his thumb along your knuckles. "I'm so excited."

You smiled at your man. "Me too, a little nervous though."

"You've nothing to be nervous about love, we've got this." Joe brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it, burning his sparkling brown eyes into yours, a little smile creeping into the contact making you smile in return.

Your moment was interrupted when the nurse called your name at the other end of the room. "Miss Y/L/N?" You both shot up out of your seat, Joe's fingers gripped yours harder, giving your hand a squeeze for good measure, letting you know silently that he was there with you all the way.

You both followed the nurse into the secluded room at the end of the hall, she sat you down at the other side of the desk beside her, going through a few questions first on how your pregnancy was going, what symptoms you'd been experiencing and any burning questions you had. You were literally just ready to get on with the scan, Joe was practically rocking in his chair, no doubt anxious yet impatient because that's all he desired too.

She instructed you to lay down on the bed next to the huge ultrasound scanner. Joe stood beside you, watching as she lifted up your sweater to expose your stomach. "This is going to be cold, it's a special gel that's going to help find your baby faster."

You nodded as she placed a splash of it onto your stomach, taking the transducer and working it like a pen across you, turning the monitor around to face you both so you could get a better look in.

Flitting your eyes straight to the screen, watching for anything, Joe fell in a state of panic within the first few seconds. "Can you not find it? Is everything ok?" He asked abruptly.

The nurse shot a look at him and told him not to worry, that she was just getting started. After a couple of agonisingly painful minutes, the gel began to soak around your stomach which meant the probe would slide around easier, you began to hear the echoes from the screen, a slight murmur of a heartbeat getting louder when she moved the probe closer to a certain point and within the blink of an eye, you saw a little outline of what looked to be a small body.

"There it is, there's your baby."

Joe leaned in, squinting at the screen.

"Where?"

You swerved your head round to look at Joe. "Get your glasses on, babe."

He rolled his eyes and sighed, not one to argue with a pregnant woman right now, taking them out of his jacket pocket and placing them on his face.

"Oh my-" His eyes swelled with tears and you're glad to of witnessed the moment, Joe's features could not of looked prouder.

You moved your watch back to the screen, tears slowly beginning to fall. "That's our baby." you muttered, Joe snaked his arm around the back of your neck, tilting to kiss your forehead and then resting his head against yours.

"Everything looking ok?" Joe muttered to the nurse, not paying her no mind, his eyes glued to the live image before him. It was better than any show he'd ever seen.

"It's perfectly fine, heartbeat is healthy, no trace of any serious conditions and the sizing is normal."

Joe shot the nurse a positive look, mouthing a thank you at her before returning his fixated stare.

"Look at what we've made, my darling."

You ended the appointment on a high, getting cleaned up and then ended up back waiting in the seating area so that you could collect your images of the scan you'd paid to take home.

As you sat there, you couldn't help but look at the sight of Joe staring down at your stomach, his hand came to rest on it as he danced his fingers along where the probe had just been.

"Daddy can't wait to meet you little one." You sighed so contently in that moment, your heart fluttered at his words, oh the way he looked with such love and adoration for the tiny little thing that was growing inside of you, the pregnancy and waiting to meet your baby for real was indeed going to be a long wait; but you couldn't help but realise that this was the moment you were officially going from a couple to a family. There was nothing more perfect about it.

#my asks #joseph quinn imagine #joe quinn imagine #joseph quinn blurb #joe quinn blurb #joe quinn fanfic #joequinn #josephquinn #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joe quinn x reader #joesph quinn #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x female reader #joe quinn x y/n #joe quinn x you #joe quinn smut #joe quinn fluff #joe quinn angst #joseph quinn headcanons #joe quinn request #joseph quinn angst #joseph quinn character

[perpetualcynicism]

(an elaboration on this post.)

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it’s dark when heizou wakes up to fetch a glass of water. the digital clock at his bedside reads 01:47. he slips out of bed, treading lightly through the corridor and to the kitchen.  

he does not expect to see you sitting at the dining table half-slumped over your laptop, the screen’s light blaring onto your face. it illuminates dark bags under your eyes and a frown on your lips. you don’t seem to notice him. heizou clears his throat.

“what’re you doing up this late?”

you glance from your laptop to him. there’s a hint of despair in your voice as you say, “writing an essay.”

he blinks. “right. and when’s it due?”

“…tomorrow morning. well, later today, actually.”

heizou whistles. “man alive. cutting it a bit close, aren’t you?”

“this is standard procedure,” you reply. “you’re just usually asleep while it’s happening.”

heizou pulls out a chair to sit beside you. “how much have you written?”

the despair’s there again when you answer, “about half. maybe less.” you press your forehead into your hand with a sigh. “i am literally on the verge of a mental breakdown right now. like, i’m holding back tears.” you laugh as you say this, but it’s humourless. “gods, why have i done this to myself…?”

“i hate to break it to you, but it is sort of your own fault for putting it off so long.”

another sigh. you rub your eyes. “i know. i just… i can’t do this. i’m never going to finish it in time.”

heizou catches the slight waver in your voice. “is there anything i can help you with? organising notes, proofreading… anything?”

“can you stop time?”

“…unfortunately not.”

you mutter a curse under your breath and return to tapping away at your keyboard. 

“i’ll get you a drink,” he offers. “tea, maybe?”

“that would be nice.” your eyes don’t leave the screen. 

“caffeinated or decaf?”

the clack of your keys stop for a moment. “decaf would be the wiser choice.”

“so… yes to decaf?”

“god, no. i need some caffeine right now. a lot, actually.”

“alright, then,” he chuckles.

what heizou doesn’t tell you is that the steaming mug he hands back to you contains no caffeine whatsoever. hopefully, you thinking it does will work well enough to give you some energy. he gets a mug for himself, too, and sips it from his chair beside you.

around half an hour later, you turn to him, eyes squinting in both exhaustion and confusion.

“why are you still here?” the question no doubt comes out harsher than intended because of your fatigue. “you should be asleep.”

heizou shrugs. “moral support?”

you hmph another humourless laugh. “that’s nice of you, but you really should go to bed. it’s, like… twenty past two.”

“nope. i’m staying here until you finish. i’d feel bad leaving my roommate to pull an all-nighter all alone.”

you sigh. “fine. i’m way too tired to have that conversation. just… try not to distract me, i guess. no offence.”

“i’ll do my best.”

you both sit there in silence until maybe an hour later, when you slump forwards onto the desk with a groan. 

“…you okay?” heizou asks, peeping his head over your shoulder. he’s surprised to find your voice hoarse when you answer, slightly muffled by the table. 

“no. i can’t do this. this is terrible.” you draw in a shaking breath. “i want to give up. i’ve barely made any progress. i’m going to fail life.”

“woah, woah, woah,” heizou says, patting your shoulder in what he hopes is a comforting gesture. “that’s going a bit far, don’t you think?” 

you sniffle dejectedly. “no.”

he would usually laugh at this, but you sound earnest. he changes his approach.

“hey. look at me.” you don’t move. “come on, look at me. please?“

you hesitate for a moment, but eventually drag yourself upright. he tilts your chin slightly upwards. the eyes which meet his are red-rimmed and shining. his own soften with sympathy.

“you can do this, yeah?” he skims his thumb over your damp eyelashes. “i know you can. you’re making good progress.”

you don’t look convinced, and wipe your eyes with your sleeve. heizou wonders what he should say to get you to carry on.

ah. i know.

“i’ll give you a kiss once you’re done if you continue it now.”

you scoff. “yeah, right.”

“i will.”

you look sceptical. still, you do actually resume working on the essay. occasional sniffles accompany the click of keys. heizou sits with you the whole time, watching your fingers fly across the laptop’s keyboard. he struggles to keep awake and his eyelids droop every other second, but he stays. you glance at him now and again from the corner of your eye, probably wondering what he’s still doing here. he knows he’s seeing this through to the end with you.

three hours later, you close your laptop and fall forwards onto the table. 

“done.”

heizou blinks to bring his wandering attention back to the matter at hand. although tired, he grins. “i knew you could do it.”

“i think it’s one of the worst essays i’ve ever written.”

“even so, you managed to finish. i’m proud of you.”

“mm.” you pause. “thanks for… staying, by the way. i appreciate it.”

he smiles back, the olives of his eyes warm. “no problem. but maybe try to not leave it until the last minute next time, eh?”

“uh. right. yeah… maybe. but speaking of which… the essay’s due at ten thirty, which means i should probably get up at nine at the latest to leave time to proofread it before handing it in…”

heizou taps your shoulder. you look up at him. “hey. enough about the essay. it’s finished.” he cups your face in his hands and softly presses a kiss to your forehead. “let’s get you to bed, hm?”

you seem too tired to react to something as brief as the kiss—something he finds quite endearing, actually. heizou takes your hand and leads you along the corridor. you stop by the bathroom.

“i’ll just rinse myself quickly. and brush my teeth‘nallthat.” your words slur together at the end.

“you are so adorable sometimes, you know?”

you blink slowly. “huh?”

“what?”

“did you say something?”

he smiles. “nothing important.” you grunt. “just don’t fall asleep in the shower, okay?”

“i’ll try not to,” you say, half-serious, and step into the bathroom. he lingers outside, leaning against the wall.

the hiss of water tells him you’ve turned on the shower. once it stops, a voice says guiltily through the door, “…i forgot my pyjamas.”

heizou breathes a laugh. “right. i’ll bring them over for you.” he takes the clothes from your room and hands them to your bare arm through a crack you’ve opened in the door. you thank him, and a moment later, emerge fully clothed. your hair is ruffled from the use of a towel. cute, he thinks.

“ready to go to bed?” he asks, holding out his hand. with a heavy nod, you take it and let him lead you to your bedroom. when you reach it, you collapse onto the bed.

“i can sleep,” you breathe, incredulous. “oh my gods. i can sleep.”

“you can sleep!” heizou confirms brightly. 

“for… three and a half hours. yaaaay.”

he winces. “ooh. yikes.”

“shit.”

“yeah…” he purses his lips. “but, hey, i’ll make you breakfast in the morning. how does that sound?”

no reply. he looks down at you to find that you’re already asleep, having fallen face-first onto the bed. he chuckles to himself, turning you over carefully and tugging the blanket over you. his eyes linger on your face as he turns to leave the room, and he absentmindedly wonders who gave you the right to be so adorable.

“get a good three and a half hours,” heizou calls softly, and pulls the door closed behind him.

#it’s sort of fitting that i wrote this at one in the morning isn’t it #but anyway #enjoy the elaboration #genshin impact x reader #heizou #heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou x reader

[yourchemicallyimbalancedromance]

Something (Un)Familiar

Ship: none? Unless you count this as platonic LAMP lmao, also possible prinxiety?

CW/TW: heavy dissociation themes (like literally the main theme of this entire story revolves around dissociation.), also swearing

Summary: Roman wakes up in an empty parking lot in the middle of the night and panics, calling Virgil for help.

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The fluorescent streetlights above Roman were blinding; cutting, white circles. They pierced through his windshield and flooded into the car, lighting up the leather seats.

Roman had his head pressed against the headrest, barely conscious. Slowly blinking his eyes open, he immediately covered them with his arm, sucking in a breath at the light harshly beaming down on him. As the pressure in his eyes decreased and finally became adjusted to the light, he looked around, squinting, trying to look for cues of where he was.

The parking lot was empty, the only thing accompanying it being locked stores, rattling leaves on the pavement, and him.

Waves of fear racked his body, he saw his phone in the open glovebox and grabbed it, noticing that it was powered all the way off. He didn’t do that, did he?

His breath hitched further, he had no clue where he was, he was lost and he had absolutely no way of knowing how he had even gotten there in the first place.

He held down the volume and power button on his phone watching as it lit up and presented a passcode screen. He typed it in as fast as could, and with his entrance being accepted came hundreds of missed calls and messages. He scrolled through them.

Virgil: where the hell are you????? Patton is worried sick, literally. Text back soon, please.

Logan: Roman I think it’d be best if you answered your phone. No one is going to be upset at you, we are just concerned for your safety.

*13 missed calls from: Virgil* his lucky number, shit, he really fucked up.

Those were only a few of the multiple notifications from Virgil.

Patton hadn’t bothered texting, which made him feel nauseous.

With shaking hands, he quickly clicked on Virgil’s contact and began typing.

He deleted the message and began retyping again, and again, and again. This cycle repeated for a few minutes before he finally sent the message.

‘I’m fine. I don’t know where I am but I’m fine.’

The message was read immediately, a gray text box following hurriedly after it.

‘Holy hell you’re okay’

‘What the fuck Roman, you can’t just up and leave without explanation’

‘What do you mean you don’t know where you are.’

Roman shook his head, nerves still all over the place, the queasy feeling in his gut never left, only got increasingly worse.

He pressed the call button under Virgil’s contact and prayed to god he would answer. He picked up on the first ring.

“Virgil? Virg I don’t know— I don’t know where I am, I’m in my car but—“ he looked around, “I can’t see anything, it’s dark, I can’t read any of the signs. I- I don’t know how I got here”

He heard voices and then a muffled “Roman, Roman listen to me, we’re tracking your phone right now, it’s okay. Stay in your car, are the doors locked?”

Roman looked beside him, down at the little buttons on the car door, the lock button was pushed down, the lights streaming on it. “Mhm” he said, hushed.

“Okay, good. Do not get out of the car, do you understand? We just pinged your location. Roman—why are you in a bare parking lot?”

To this, Roman broke out into tears “I don’t know, I just— I woke up here and— Virgil, do you think I’m crazy?”

“You just—“ Virgil started, “The possibility of you being mentally deranged is extremely low, Roman. You are fine, this may be a case of amnesia due to dissociation” Logan butted in.

“Disso— what?” Roman choked out

“Dissociation. There are many types. For example, there’s Dissociative Identity disorder which has different subtypes such as OSDD which stands for Other Specified Dissociative Disorder and there’s DPDR which stands for Deperson-“

“Logan.” Virgil says sharply.

“Sorry. Right. Roman, what you are struggling with is dissociative amnesia, not being able to recall information about oneself, usually due to longterm stress and/or trauma. In this instance, you cannot remember how you found yourself where you are, and that’s okay. You are okay.” Logan explains all of this calmly, as if it is just another day, as if explaining why Roman is stranded is as normal as breathing to him.

Romans cries have died down to sniffles, and his eyes are darting around for any possible threats in the sea of darkness he finds himself in; the streetlights are slowly turning off one by one.

“Okay—okay just— when are you coming to get me?” Roman asks timidly, almost as if he’s not in the silence of his own car, no one around to hear him.

“You’re about 15 minutes away,” Logan says, “we’ll text you when we’re close so you can turn your headlights on” there’s a silence between them before he adds, “to make it easier to find you.”

Roman nods even though Logan can’t see him, he realizes this and adds a soft “okay”

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It felt like hours before Roman got the message Logan was talking about.

Logan: ‘We are a minute away, please turn your headlights on.’

Roman fumbled for his keys and put them in the ignition, turning them and jumping at the sound of the engine running.

He turned on his headlights quickly as he heard a car pull up beside him and park, the gravel on the lot kicking up and landing a few feet away in all directions.

Logan was driving the car while Virgil was holding Patton in the backseat, who was still visibly shaken.

Logan got out of the car, putting little pressure on the door to close it; Virgil and Patton followed behind.

Roman opened his door immediately and clung to Logan. He didn’t react immediately, just froze for a second before patting him on the back. “It’s alright, Roman. you’re okay.” He whispered soothingly.

Anyone else would’ve heard nothing but a monotone voice speaking into the cold air, but he heard it; the delicateness, the careful wording.

Roman let go and was immediately pulled into the embrace of Patton who was almost crying. It was a silent and drawn out hug, neither side saying anything; almost as if everything they needed to say had disappeared once they saw each other; Patton let go.

“If you ever scare me like that again I’m going to murder you I swear to god.” Virgil grumbled, only half joking.

Roman looked uncomfortable and fidgety at the mention of death considering anything could have happened to him while unconscious, he didn’t say anything about it, just said “sorry..”

Logan cleared his throat, “if I may interject for a second,” he looked around to make sure everyone was listening, “Roman I am extraordinarily content with the finding that you are alive and well but it is approximately 37 degrees outside. We need to get you home.”

Roman nodded in agreement.

“Alright, Let’s go. Virgil and Patton, you ride with Roman and make sure he’s well; I’ll take my car back and follow you.”

Everyone scattered to their cars and the sound of doors slamming shut filled the air. Roman was now in the passenger seat instead of the front seat, Virgil was in the front; He slowly backed out of the parking lot and headed towards their home.

Out of impulse, Roman grabbed Virgil’s hand. It was cold, but he didn’t mind it, he liked the psychical contact, it reminded him of the fact that he was alive and safe.

Virgil smiled, trying to hide it by looking in the rear view mirror, pretending to check for anything behind them. It was a dumb idea, really, it was 12:30 AM and no one would be out that late where they lived; he liked how hard he tried though.

Patton didn’t say anything the whole way home, only gave Roman the occasional glance to make sure he was okay.

He was fine with it, the silence, the lack of words. He didn’t need it, only needed their presence, only needed to hold and be held by the person he loved the most, Virgil, even if it was just hand-holding; he was fine with that.

And he didn’t know it, but Virgil was too.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts virgil #virgil sanders #logan sanders #ts logan #ts patton #patton sanders #ts roman #roman sanders #dissociation mention #ts anxiety #ts creativity #ts logic #ts morality

[naesarangyunho]

Drunken Confessions- Choi Yeonjun x male reader

[I don't own these images credits to the original owners]

MATURE CONTENT

Synopsis: Yeonjun gets woken by a call from his drunk best friend and when Yeonjun picks him up from the club and takes him home, Y/n confesses something that'll change their friendship forever.

Contains: best friends to lovers, childhood friend!Yeonjun, mentions of alcohol consumption, a heated make out session, hickies, grinding, love confessions

[Word Count: 4k]

The sharp ringing of a cellphone sliced through Yeonjun's dream (something about Odi chasing him) and he woke up, squinting through the darkness of his room, trying to pinpoint where the hell he'd left his phone this time.

He spotted the lit up screen on his desk and climbed reluctantly out from under his covers, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he crossed the room. He grabbed the phone and answered it with a yawn, still too half asleep to even bother checking who was calling.

"Hello?" he grumbled.

"Yeonjun-ah? Beomgyu said you don't -hic- love meee," He heard his best friend's slurred words through the phone.

"Y/n, are you drunk?" Yeonjun asked, suddenly very much awake and confused by his friend's words. Beomgyu said what?

"Noooo..." Y/n drawled out.

Yeonjun shook his head in disbelief, "Y/n, you're literally slurring all of your words and I can clearly hear the thumping of music in the background."

"Okay, but I only had a teeny bit to drink! Promiseee."

Yeonjun huffed, "Y/n, just be straight with me- how many drinks did you have? Tell me now or so help me, God-"

"Like half a bottle."

That could mean differently depending on the alcohol so Yeonjun had to clarify,

"Of?"

"Vodka..."

Those aren't exactly small bottles and Y/n also didn't have the best alcohol tolerance either.

"Aish- Tell me where you are, I'm coming to get you."

"No." His friend said firmly and he could almost see the foot stomp and pout.

Yeonjun's brows drew together, "What? Y/n, just tell me where you are."

"No. You don't love me. I don't -hic- want to see you."

Yeonjun felt both his temper and concern peak, "Y/n. I'm not asking again."

His friend could hear the sternness in his voice and knew to not mess around anymore.

"Fine."

Yeonjun felt his phone vibrate and took it away from his ear for a second to check.

Y/n had sent him a pin location. He was at a club called Duality ten minutes from Yeonjun's apartment.

He put the phone back to his ear, "I'm coming. Don't do anything stupid."

He hung up, threw some clothes on, grabbed his keys and practically ran out of his house to his car.

What the hell had Beomgyu said to Y/n?

***

Yeonjun pulled up outside of the nightclub and looked out of his window, trying to spot his friend in the dimly lit space in front of the establishment.

He spotted him only a few moments later, only a little ways away from where he was parked. Y/n was bent over double, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the pavement.

"Fantastic," Yeonjun muttered darkly.

What could Beomgyu possibly have said to make Y/n feel like he had to drown himself in alcohol? Yeonjun felt anger bubble up within him again. He was gonna kick Beomgyu's ass the next time he saw him.

He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of his car and walked as fast as possible over to where his best friend was standing up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

He looked fucking horrible, to be frank. He was pale, sweating and his hair was a mess and stuck to his forehead.

"Y/n, are you okay?" He asked, putting an arm around his quivering shoulders, supporting him as he straightened up.

It took Yeonjun a moment to realise that his friend was crying.

"Beomgyu said you'll never love me, Hyung." Y/n turned his head to give Yeonjun the most heartbreaking look.

"Y/n-(y)ah, how could you think that? Of course, I love you; you're my best friend."

Yeonjun was already confused and even more so when a fresh torrent of tears poured from his friend's eyes at his words. He had absolutely no idea what was going on and all he could think to do was hug the younger man to him and bundle him into his car. He buckled him in and handed him a bottle of water he had retrieved from the glove box.

"Drink that please and don't vomit in my car," Yeonjun said before closing the door and walking around the car to get into the driver's side.

Y/n, who was still drunkenly sobbing, merely nodded in response.

Yeonjun was about to start the car but turned to look at his friend once more. He had downed the water and was now sadly staring into the darkness outside through the car window. He was still crying.

Yeonjun took his hand off of the ignition and instead pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialled Beomgyu's number. He glanced at Y/n again as he waited for Beomgyu to pick up; he had fallen asleep, his face pressed against the cool glass window.

"Hello?" Beomgyu answered, finally picking up.

"Gyu, what did you say to Y/n?" Yeonjun asked, trying his best to keep his tone neutral.

"What do you mean?" Beomgyu inquired as if he had no idea what was going on.

Yeonjun almost believed him until he heard shuffling on the other end of the line; Beomgyu had gotten up to pace.

"Beomgyu, stop messing around. I don't appreciate it."

He heard Beomgyu gulp and continued, "He called me, drunk off of his ass and sobbing saying that you told him that I don't love him. "

Yeonjun was trying so incredibly hard not to raise his voice but Beomgyu still hadn't responded.

"I don't like repeating myself, Beomgyu." He said through gritted teeth.

It was well-known in their friend circle that an angry Yeonjun was absolutely lethal so Beomgyu knew that it was time to stop acting stupid.

"Y/n came to me asking for advice, confessing that he has romantic feelings for you and I told him you don't feel the same and-"

Yeonjun's heart jumped and his anger finally boiled over, "And how the fuck would you know that, Beomgyu?!"

"I- I was just trying to be a good friend, Hyung, I swear!"

Yeonjun couldn't believe his ears.

His gaze shifted over to his best friend who had managed to sleep through that entire exchange. Y/n had romantic feelings toward him? Yeonjun wasn't sure what to believe but a part of him was really hoping that it was true. Yeonjun wasn't usually one to explicitly state his feelings and despite how badly he'd wanted to, he had never let Y/n know how he truly felt. He didn't want to risk losing a friend he'd had for most of his life.

"Yeah. Whatever." He spat, hanging up before Beomgyu even had a chance to respond.

Yeonjun frowned at Y/n's sleeping form, deep in thought for a moment. No matter either of their feelings, this was something that was to be discussed under better circumstances than the current ones. He took his gaze off of his friend and instead started the car, pulling into traffic, and made his way to Y/n's apartment building.

***

Not much later Yeonjun's car pulled up outside Y/n's apartment building.

He took the keys from the ignition, unbuckled himself, got out of the car and went to Y/n's side to help him. He opened the door and poked his sleeping friend, "Y/n."

"Aish, this kid," Yeonjun muttered with a sigh.

He poked him a little harder but he still got no reaction.

"Yah, wake up," Yeonjun said, flicking his friend's forehead.

His eyes fluttered open and he looked up at Yeonjun with a frown as he sleepily rubbed the spot the elder had flicked, "Huh?"

Yeonjun waited for the doorman to open the door for them. The doorman gave Y/n one look and rushed to open the door for them. Yeonjun bowed his head briefly in thanks and helped Y/n to the elevator. Once they had boarded the empty elevator, Y/n clung to Yeonjun's body. More than necessary in Yeonjun's opinion but he chose not to say anything, letting Y/n rest his head on his shoulder and stroking his hair in the hopes of providing a little comfort.

Yeonjun watched as all Y/n's thoughts flooded back into his head and the way his lip quivered the slightest as he looked up at Yeonjun. His heart hurt seeing his friend this sad. He took a breath, wrapped his arms around Y/n's body and helped him out of the car after unbuckling his safety belt. Y/n still couldn't walk in a straight line so Yeonjun put Y/n's arm around his shoulder and then put his arm under Y/n's armpit. They then hobbled their way out of the parking lot and up to the front door of the building. Yeonjun thanked God that Y/n wasn't as heavy as the rest of his drunkard friends he'd had to help home before. Especially Soobin. That man was heavy and had absolutely no coordination when drunk.

It was only when Y/n started drunkenly mouthing at Yeonjun's neck that Yeonjun did speak up.

His eyes widened, "Y/n, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Y/n murmured, his koala-like grip on Yeonjun tightening.

Yeonjun's heart jumped and he tried to gently pry the other boy off of him, "Y/n, c'mon."

His efforts were in vain.

He began to panic a little more as Y/n continued placing sloppy kisses on his neck. Admittedly, Yeonjun was starting to enjoy the feeling of Y/n's mouth on his skin but he couldn't let this escalate further. Y/n was drunk and Yeonjun didn't want anything they'd regret to take place. 

Yeonjun was frozen, unsure of how exactly to handle this situation but then the elevator chimed, signalling that they'd reached the correct floor and the doors opened to reveal an elderly couple who were staring right at them.

Yeonjun's cheeks flushed and he shoved Y/n off of him. The other boy let out a grunt, stumbled and nearly fell but Yeonjun grabbed his wrist and hauled him out of the elevator after himself. Yeonjun mentally cursed the couple and the faces they'd pulled at him and Y/n as he dragged his friend down the corridor. What were old people even doing awake at two o'clock in the morning?

Once they got to the right door, Yeonjun propped Y/n up against the wall and punched in the code he knew by heart now and the door opened with a beep.

When Yeonjun turned to get Y/n, the younger boy was falling forwards, bent double and Yeonjun panicked and grabbed him by the waist. In doing so one of his hands went dangerously close to Y/n's crotch, a few fingers brushing against it. Y/n let out a sound that made Yeonjun's face burn scarlet and he retracted his hand as fast as humanly possible. He grabbed Y/n by the shoulder instead and pulled him into the apartment and let the door slam shut behind them.

He helped Y/n to his room, gingerly placing an arm around his waist and gently put him on the bed once they entered the room.

"I'm coming back now," Yeonjun informed Y/n before leaving the room to go to the kitchen and fetch a glass of water.

Once in the ample kitchen, he couldn't help but replay the sound that had left Y/n's mouth in his mind, and his cheeks flushed. He shook his head at himself and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge instead before padding down the hallway back to Y/n's room.

When Yeonjun entered the room, he saw his best friend spread out on the sheets and pillows strewn across his unmade bed.

"Y/n?" Yeonjun called out, not sure if he was sleeping.

The younger's eyes were closed but his facial expression was anything but peaceful and Yeonjun could see the tears on his cheeks shine from the bedside lamp's light.

"Y/n?" Yeonjun repeated, louder this time.

Y/n's eyes shot open and he turned his head to look at the older man.

"Yes?" He responded; his voice hoarse from vomiting earlier.

"What's wrong? Let me know so I can help. I don't like seeing you like this."

Yeonjun set the water bottle down on the nightstand and joined Y/n on the bed, lying on his side next to him. Y/n looked at him for a moment before he groaned and flipped himself over onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillows beneath him. Yeonjun was genuinely confused and frowned, placing a warm hand on Y/n's back.

Y/n turned his head to look at him, his eyebrows drawn together, and there were tears welling up in his eyes again.

Yeonjun didn't know how to deal with this situation. Y/n had been sobbing earlier, then acted... different...in the elevator and outside his apartment but now he was crying again and Yeonjun could see genuine pain in Y/n's eyes.

Was what Beomgyu said earlier true? Did Y/n truly have feelings for him?

Yeonjun was at a loss. Normally he would try to handle something like this maturely by discussing it but Y/n was in no condition for such things. He sighed in frustration and rubbed circles into Y/n's back, trying to comfort the younger.

"Why don't you love me, Hyung?" Y/n asked, looking at him with puppy eyes. Y/n rolled onto his side to face Yeonjun and reached a hand out to cup Yeonjun's cheek.

Yeonjun honestly wanted to lean into his touch but he instead gave Y/n a questioning look.

"You keep saying that, but I do love you."

Y/n shook his head sadly," Beomgyu was right, I guess. You'll never return my feelings."

Y/n's hand left Yeonjun's face to trail down his neck and rest in the space between his shoulder and neck.

"Why can't you just be mine?" Y/n said with a sad frown, more to himself than anyone else.

Yeonjun was still at a loss for words, his heart racing. He knew he should probably pull away or say something but the way that the other was looking at him stopped him from doing either.

"You're so beautiful, Yeonjunnie," Y/n murmured his gaze fixed on Yeonjun's face. .

Yeonjun would have shrugged the compliment off under normal circumstances but these were not exactly normal, were they?

Suddenly something in Y/n's gaze changed. Y/n's eyes flicked down to the elder's lips and back up and Yeonjun felt himself grow hot under Y/n's smouldering stare.  He knew that now, more than ever, he had to look away and move away from Y/n but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Y/n's hand returned to Yeonjun's cheek, softly stroking the soft skin. His thumb traced Yeonjun's lips, catching on his bottom lip. Suddenly Yeonjun was burning up and any rational thoughts he'd had completely disappeared. All he could think about was kissing Y/n.

Y/n's thumb was still resting on his mouth and Yeonjun, against his own better judgment, pressed a kiss into it. Y/n locked eyes with him, his gaze fiery. Yeonjun wanted to feel Y/n's skin more than anything suddenly and moved the hand that had previously been resting on Y/n's back up the bottom of his t-shirt to rest on the skin of his friend's hip. Y/n hummed at the contact, shifting his hand to cup the back of Yeonjun's head, pushing his fingers into Yeonjun's dark hair, their faces now only mere centimetres from one another.

Time seemed to stop for a moment and Yeonjun could feel his and Y/n's breath mingling in the small space between their mouths. Then, before either of them had time to comprehend it, their lips were crushed together in a heated kiss. Y/n pulled Yeonjun's body flush to his by his hips, kissing him with a fervour.

He rolled his hips into Yeonjun's, craving friction.

Yeonjun could taste the alcohol on Y/n's lips and Y/n could taste sleep on Yeonjun's breath but at that moment neither of them cared. All either of them could concentrate on was the feel of each other's warm mouths. Y/n threw a leg over Yeonjun's in an attempt to get closer to him Yeonjun dug his nails into Y/n's hips. Yeonjun took the way Y/n gasped as an opportunity to slip his tongue into his open mouth. Y/n moaned as their tongues met, the sound music to Yeonjun's ears.

Yeonjun, seeking a more comfortable position, straddled Y/n's waist and pulled him into a sitting position so that Yeonjun was seated in Y/n's lap, strong thighs on either side of his. He tangled his fingers in Y/n's hair and Y/n's hands travelled up his back to his shoulder blades, his fingernails digging into the skin there upon feeling Yeonjun's weight press into his crotch. Yeonjun's warm mouth dragged down the column of Y/n's neck to his collarbones and sucked marks into the soft skin. Y/n, growing impatient, pulled the older man's mouth back to his and connected their lips in a rough kiss.

The kiss was hot and messy, teeth clashing and tongues meeting, but neither of them cared about anything in that moment; they were too focused on the growing heat between them, the downright chemistry they had and how good everything felt.

Y/n flipped their position, straddling Yeonjun instead and pulled his head back, panting, his lips wet and swollen.

He impatiently tugged Yeonjun's shirt off then his own. He paused for a moment, appreciating the beauty that was Yeonjun. Yeonjun did the same, drinking in his fill of Y/n's body. 

Y/n leant down and nibbled at Yeonjun's pale neck, sucking bruises into the skin. He licked at Yeonjun's clavicles and kissed his way down Yeonjun's chest and stomach, delighted by the whimpers leaving Yeonjun's mouth and the way he had tangled his fingers his hair and was tugging at it.

He was proud that he could and had turned Yeonjun into a hot mess, panting and moaning beneath him; putty in his hands. Y/n pressed his ass down and into Yeonjun's crotch and the older man moaned something sinful and threw his head back. His face turned red, embarrassed by the sounds leaving his lips. Y/n smirked and rolled his hips again, coaxing another pretty sound from Yeonjun.

"Fuck, Y/n-" Yeonjun began but Y/n rolled his hips again and Yeonjun was cut off by his own moans.

He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to suppress the sounds that were building up in his throat.

"Y/n, please, you're not sober, I c-can't continue to," -Y/n rolled his hips- "take advantage of this situation-nnh." He finished, moaning again as Y/n continued to torment him.

"Y/n, please, if we c-continue this you and I'll regret it tomorrow." Yeonjun managed to finally get out.

Y/n frowned and slowed his movements a little but didn't stop, "What do you mean, Hyung?"

"I mean no matter how much we're both enjoying this, it still wouldn't have happened if you weren't drunk, Y/n." Yeonjun took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself as Y/n's movements stopped.

Y/n looked down at Yeonjun, "I am completely serious about the way I feel about you, Hyung."

Yeonjun's heart fluttered.

"As- As am I, but let's discuss this tomorrow and if you still feel the same without the help of alcohol, we can gladly continue this, I promise," Yeonjun murmured and reached up to cup the younger's face.

Y/n merely nodded and rolled off of Yeonjun, collapsing next to him.

Yeonjun looked at Y/n. His hair was messy, his face flushed, his breathing irregular and a glance down his body confirmed that Y/n was just as sexually frustrated as Yeonjun was now. His mouth was also, however, twisted into a scowl of disappointment.

Yeonjun felt bad.

"I guess I'll be leaving then." Yeonjun started to get up from Y/n's bed but Y/n grabbed his wrist, " No. Please don't leave me."

Yeonjun hesitated but the look on Y/n's face caused him to cave in.

"Okay." He murmured and crawled under the covers with Y/n.

The silence that followed was almost deafening, both men stuck in their heads.

Y/n was the first to break the silence.

"Can you hold me?" Came Y/n's quiet and tentative request.

"Of course." Yeonjun wrapped his arms around the younger boy's body and pulled him against his chest.

Y/n curled into Yeonjun and the older buried his face in Y/n's hair and, after a moment of hesitation, pressed a soft kiss into it.

The situation they were currently in was not exactly comfortable. Y/n had a headache forming, Yeonjun was feeling conflicted and they both had severe hard-ons that neither of them were going to address, never mind take care of.

After a while, Y/n spoke up again, "Sorry."

Yeonjun just nodded, "Let's get some sleep, okay?"

Y/n hummed and closed his eyes. Yeonjun did the same and after what felt like forever they drifted off to sleep.

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Y/n woke up, a headache tearing its way through his brain. He rubbed at his eyes and frowned. What happened the night before? His memory was hazy. He knew that he had gotten drunk out of his mind after visiting Beomgyu's home. So drunk that he had had the craziest and most vivid dream involving his best friend and lots of kissing.

He turned to look at the spot beside him and reached his hand out to touch it. It was cold and empty.

Y/n heaved himself out of bed with a groan and stumbled, half asleep, to the ensuite bathroom. He stepped up to the sink, opened the tap and splashed his face with water. He pulled a face at the taste of his morning breath and made quick work of brushing his teeth.

A few minutes later he went to leave, much more awake now, but stopped when he finally caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror for the first time.

His eyes widened. Had last night truly been a dream?

He gasped; he was covered in purple-red marks. They started under his jaw and travelled down his neck and his collarbones.

His contemplation was cut short by a noise deeper into the apartment startling him. Was he not home alone? How had he even gotten home? A brief image of Yeonjun helping him into his car flashed through his mind.

He stepped into the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of Yeonjun's bare back as he stood in only his sweatpants and socks, making coffee. Yeonjun's back muscles rippled under his skin as he worked, completely oblivious to Y/n staring at him. Y/n spotted a mark on the side of the older boy's neck and the events of the previous night came flooding back to him.

He frowned and left his room to go find the source of the sounds he heard. He crept down the hall and to the kitchen. He heard the sound of a kettle boiling, mugs rattling and the clinking of teaspoons.

He remembered what Beomgyu had said, how drunk he'd gotten. He remembered how Yeonjun had picked him up and helped him home. His face heated up as he recalled how he'd kissed and teased his best friend and how good it had felt. How Yeonjun had kissed back.

He also remembered the conversation they'd had at the end. Yeonjun had been right, without the artificial courage given to him by all the vodka he had drunk, he probably would never have been able to confess let alone make a move on the older man. But that didn't change the fact that all he'd said had been true.

Y/n wasn't sure what to do.

Should he leave and act like nothing happened or should he man up and confront the situation head-on?

He plucked up as much courage as he could, took a deep breath and crept forward. He wrapped his arms around Yeonjun and placed his head on his shoulder.

Yeonjun's movements stilled and Y/n panicked but forced himself to ignore his instinct to flee.

Y/n brushed his lips against Yeonjun's cheek, "Morning, Hyung."

His heart hammered in his chest, so nervous that Yeonjun would push him away, but he relaxed upon seeing a small smile form on the older's face.

"Morning to you, too." Yeonjun chuckled and turned to face Y/n, dropping the teaspoon he had been holding on the counter.

Y/n maintained his grip on Yeonjun's hips and Yeonjun wrapped his arms loosely around Y/n's neck. Y/n blushed but couldn't help but smirk slightly as he saw all the marks he'd left on the older. The purple-red marks contrasted nicely with Yeonjun's pale skin.

They smiled softly at each other.

"I take it you remember last night," Yeonjun stated with a raised brow and Y/n nodded.

"Sorry about that." He chuckled nervously and Yeonjun shook his head, ruffling the younger's hair.

"Nah. I was perfectly okay with it. To be honest I'd been wanting to kiss you for the longest time now."

Y/n blushed at Yeonjun's words, "Me too. Sorry that I had to be drunk to do it."

Yeonjun smiled at him, "It's fine. Not an ideal confession but one nevertheless. "

Y/n nodded and looked at Yeonjun with warm cheeks, "I meant it. I really do like you, Hyung."

Yeonjun smiled brighter and pulled Y/n in for a soft kiss.

"Ditto."

Y/n smiled brightly and pulled Yeonjun in for a tight hug.

"You have no idea how happy this makes me, Yeonjun-ah," Y/n said into Yeonjun's neck.

Yeonjun hugged him just as tight and pressed a kiss into his hair, "Nah, I think I do." 

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the sea around us; chapter twenty-one

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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"Shit.. shit shit shit no! Come on.." John B says as we slow to a stop, in the marsh still a ways away from land. I look up from where I had my head pressed to his back. I spent most of the drive back sobbing, and I just stopped, but apparently, there is no time to relax.

"Fuck. I sigh, hugging John B tighter for a moment.

"We've gotta swim." He says, turning to look back at me. I nod softly, and swing my leg over, steadying myself before jumping in, and John B follows behind me. We swim back to shore as fast as we can manage, and John B leads me to a property with a very colorful house. Lana Grubbs.

"Wait- John B." I stop him, placing my hand on his forearm and he turns, eyes read and chest heaving. He's angry- and who wouldn't be? I am too. "Here... I, uh... I found this. On the boat." I say, digging in my soaked shorts pocket and pulling out the watch, holding it out to him.

He stares down at my hand, slowly reaching out and taking it from me before turning it over in his palm. He nods softly and his lip quivers. Before I can think about it, I'm wrapping my arms around him in a hug. "I'm so sorry..." I say, feeling him squeezing me back.

"Thank you." He whispers, afraid that if he talks any louder he'll burst into tears.

After a few moments, we walk up to the door, and John B opens the screen door. We see Mrs. Grubbs standing there making tea. She looks up at us, saying nothing.

"I need to know." John B says.

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The whole walk home after our talk with Lana was silent- I tried to talk to John B more but he wasn't having it. We eventually return to The Chateau, where everyone else is waiting for us and prepping the pully system we made to remove the gold from the well. John B storms inside, shoving past anyone who gets in his way. He's furious- understandably. I decide not to say anything to everyone until he does- it is very much his story to tell. We all watch as he grabs the gun, and then we follow him out to JJ's bike, which he hops on as everyone bombards him with questions.

"John B, please, talk to us." I say, feeling tears on my cheeks again. I'm heartbroken for him.

"Ward knows about the gold. He killed my dad." He says, and everyone is shocked. Just then, John B speeds off, leaving me to pick up the pieces and fill in the blanks of the bomb he just dropped on everyone.

Instantly, everyone looks at me. "He's gonna kill Ward..." I mumble, still in shock after the events of the day.

"What happened, Snowy?" Pope asks me.

"It- it's a long story." I sigh, wiping under my eyes. "Ward wanted a cut if he could help us with legal crap with the gold, and then when John B realized he had killed Big John, Ward tried to kill us too. He shot a spear right at me. It missed by like an inch." I explain. "He literally tried to kill us."

"Holy shit- man, he's definitely going after Ward." JJ sighs, running his hand through his hair.

"I... I need to call Rafe. Like, right now." I say quietly, ignoring everyone as they talk about what to do next. "Kie, can I have your phone? Please?" I ask and she looks at me, seeming confused and obviously upset.

"No, we need to call the cops, you can't call your boyfriend right now." She says, pulling it out of her pocket as I grab it right out of her hands.

"He's Ward's son, Kie, he might be able to help- or do something, I need to tell him."

"You're not telling him anything." JJ shakes his head.

"I can't tell him his dad just tried to shoot me? It seems relevant to what we're going to do- maybe he can distract his dad or something so John B doesn't get to him first and kill him! It will buy us time- if nothing else." I say quickly, unsure if anything was even English.

"Guys, she's right. We need time- and I don't think we have any better ideas." Pope agrees with me.

"Thank you." I sigh, opening Kie's phone finally and stepping away to call Rafe.

It rings for what feels like an eternity before he picks up. "Hello?"

"Rafe? It's Snowy."

"Oh, hey, what can I do for you, baby? Why didn't you call with your phone?"

"Rafe, I-" I break down at this point. I don't know what to say, there was a moment this morning when I didn't ever think I would hear his voice again.

"What's the matter?" He asks, sounding worried.

"Where- where is your dad?" I ask, trying to pull it together.

"I- I don't know, why? Are you okay?"

"I need your help, okay? Can you help?" I ask him.

"Alright... Yeah, of course, anything. Where are you?" He asks as Kie runs up to me.

"We're taking the boat, and we're going to go there to see if we can find John B." She tells me and I nod, waving them off.

"I'm at the Chateau, but don't come here. Please, just see if you can find your dad okay? And don't tell him I talked to you. He can't know, okay?"

"Okay, yeah.." Rafe agrees hesitantly. "Please, tell me what happened. You're crying right now, something is wrong, so just let me come help you."

I shake my head a little as I sob into the phone. "Can you come to get me instead? Please? I changed my mind. My friends are leaving now, I don't want to be alone. Please." I sniffle.

"Alright, I'll be there in ten minutes, okay? Hold tight. I'll be right there." He says and I nod as if he can see me, and then he hangs up.

Rafe must have sped here, because he arrives much faster than he said, jumping out of the car and jogging up to me where I'm sitting on the porch.

"Snowy, hey, hey, are you hurt? What's happening?" He asks, pulling me into his arms as I stand up to greet him.

"I'm okay.." I say shakily.

"What happened?" He says, pulling away and grabbing my shoulders, looking me up and down to see if I'm injured at all.

"Nothing- I, nothing happened, I just need you here." I lie, my voice shaking as I hug him again and he sighs, resting his hand on the back of my head.

"What about my dad? Why were you asking about him?" He asks worriedly.

"I- uhm.." I should at least tell him some of the truth. "We think he killed Big John, and John B came home and stormed out with a gun, so I was worried he'd go after him." I explain.

"My dad? No. No, no, no, he didn't kill anyone, okay? I know he didn't do that." Rafe insists, and I nod a little as I look down.

"Look, I told you, and Kegs has told you, these Pogues are crazy, Snow- they're putting these insane ideas in your head, and, and, you can't keep listening to this. I'm sorry, but I can't watch them hurt you like this anymore, put you in danger over and over again, I just can't do that." He says, looking down at me, then running his hand through his messy hair. "Look, let's just go back to where I'm crashing, okay? Come and stay with me for a couple of days. Get your mind off this- you need a break from them."

I nod and he takes my hand, leading me back to his car and helping me in. "You're gonna be okay, alright? You're safe with me." Rafe says, leaning over and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

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Rafe takes me back to the house he's staying at, which I don't recognize at all. We decide to order some food, but I feel so sick about what happened that I can hardly eat. We're sitting at the dining table, and I'm just picking my food apart.

"Snowy, you need to eat that. Seriously." Rafe tells me, and I notice he's already done.

I sigh a little bit and push my hair back behind my ears. "I just don't feel hungry. I think it's stress."

"See? This is what those Pogues are doing to you. They're killing you, you need to eat." Rafe insists.

"I will." I agree, nodding softly. "Do you have any weed?" I ask him, leaning my elbow on the table.

"I, well, yeah, I do. Do you want some?" He asks, holding his thumb up over his shoulder, offering to go get it.

"Yeah, I think it would help." I grin, and he nods as he gets up and runs upstairs. I pull out Kie's phone and text my friends.

K: find jb?

P: yeah, he's fine. we're back at the chat.

JJ: where'd you go snowy white?

K: i'm with rafe at the place he's crashing at. everyone okay over there?

P: we're all fine, ward lives to see another sunset

JJ: bad news tho, gold is gone.

I sigh and put the phone back in my pocket. Of course, Ward got the gold. Just like that, our hopes were crushed. I guess we still have my plan B, but I don't actually think I have the heart to do that to Rafe.

Rafe comes back down the stairs, holding up a zip lock bag and his bong, shaking them a little as he speaks. "Let's go out on the deck?" He asks, and I nod, getting up and following him outside.

After being friends with JJ and John B for so long, my tolerance is pretty high, so it takes a little while for me to actually feel anything. The first time I ever smoked it was the three of us with Big John, and I'm not sure I've ever had so much fun. Kie was in her kook era, but at the time we didn't need her. I never felt out of place with them, especially with Big John there, who treated me like his own daughter. I miss him every day, it's hard for me to finally swallow the truth, that he is dead; even if I kind of already knew that.

I find myself giggling as I remember that day, out on the porch of the chat. I was coughing my lungs out, and Big John was rubbing my back. He really was so kind.

"Is it finally hitting?" Rafe asks, grinning at me as I look up at him, a smile still spread across my face.

"Yeah, sorta." I admit. "I was just thinking about the first time I ever smoked." I tell him and he laughs a little.

"Oh yeah? How did that go for you?"

"It was good. I mean, I thought I was dying for a bit, but it was still fun." I shrug. "Big John bought it for us after John B beat him at poker. He had the condition that we had to share it with him, so obviously we did, but he wasn't weird about it or anything."

"Big John?" Rafe asks, and it seems I've piqued his interest. "You were close with him, hey?"

"Yeah," I nod, looking down at my hands in my lap and my smile fades. "He was like a father to me. That sounds so stupid, but he really looked out for me. He cared for me when my parents were focused on Kegs and the twins, so pretty much always." I explain.

Rafe nods a little. "Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you about how you're doing, with that, uhm, that situation."

That's so sweet. "I'm good, you know. Up until this morning, I was doing fine." I say, not really wanting to think about what happened to him at the hands of this boy's father. Luckily, weed is my friend and the thought is quickly lost.

"Yeah, I couldn't imagine what you guys went through..." Rafe says, and it's pretty obvious he doesn't know what to say. "If I can help, you know, if I can do anything, tell me, alright?"

I smile at that. "Thank you, Rafe... You know I'd do anything for you, too."

"Yeah, so... So, so, do you mean anything?" He asks with a slight smirk and I nod, leaning closer to him a little.

"Anything," I whisper, my lips just inches from his now. He looks down at my lips and then back into my eyes before leaning in to kiss me.

It's a matter of seconds before it starts to get a bit more heated, and then he pulls away, holding my cheek.

"Anything?" Rafe asks again and I nod, biting my bottom lip. "Come with me." He says, getting up and grabbing my hand to help me up.

I follow him back inside, looking back at the stuff we left behind us on the deck as the door closes behind us. I know I shouldn't be okay with this- I remember what happened to me this morning, but I feel so disconnected from that fear in this moment, so I decide to let it go.

We get upstairs and he turns me around, grabbing my hips and kissing me as he slowly walks me back towards the bed. "So, I've kind of been having this dream, lately..." He mumbles into my lips as he pushes me back so I'm laying down, my legs hanging off the edge of the bed as he leans over me. I hum back against his lips, letting him know I'm listening.

"I just, I think you're so hot, and I really want to do this so just hear me out, okay?" He says, sounding almost nervous, which makes me hesitate. I don't think I'm about to do anything crazy the first time we sleep together. But of course, I'll hear him out.

"Yeah? What is it?" I ask, smiling at him as I play with his hair, both my arms wrapped around his neck.

"I want to do a line off you." He says, and I feel my eyes widen a little but I try not to freak out. He's supposed to be quitting coke.

"I, well..." I start, still trying to figure out how to word this without him thinking I'm shutting him down.

"Snowy, please, I'm trying to get clean I promise, I just- I've dreamt about this. Please, just one..." He pleads, kissing down my neck.

I sigh a little, my eyes fluttering closed. How could I say no? It's not like he's supposed to stop all at once anyways.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course..." I whisper, and he stops and looks up at me, a slight smile showing on his lips.

"You're amazing." He smiles, kissing me again for a few seconds before getting up, going over to his backpack in the corner, and pulling out a bag full of white powder and a credit card. I can't believe I'm about to let this happen, but I suppose it could be much worse.

He comes back over and kneels down in front of me as I look up at the ceiling. I don't want to watch. I feel his warm hands against the skin on my thighs, and I giggle as he places a few kisses on my skin before getting to work making his line. I focus on taking deep breaths while he does it, then goes back to kissing my thighs. I look down at him, sitting up a little and smiling at him.

"Fuck- I'm obsessed with you, Juliette." He mumbles, smiling as he climbs back on top of me and connects our lips again.

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A/N;

Not this chapter being lowkey spicy... I do not write smut so this is as close as we're gonna get lol

-R

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Late Night Texts

my brain won’t shut up and it’s 6am so here u go, a little fic thing based off of this concept i posted literally 2 hours ago bc i have no chill

dream is overly exhausted and can’t sleep, so he texts someone who can help him

(lee!dream / ler!sapnap : 1.1k words)

Another toss, another turn, another grunt of frustration. No matter what he did, Dream couldn’t get himself to fall asleep. He was so exhausted yet had so much pent up energy that it wasn’t allowing him to fully relax. The blonde had tried everything; he had put on some netflix to try and distract himself, he scrolled through his twitter feed, he even tried some asmr - nothing was working.

Eventually he settled on playing some rain sounds on youtube, the 10 hour storm compilation lighting up the room every time there was a strike of lightning on the screen. Dream had also opted to turn on his galaxy light, turning over to star up at the dim purple and blue lights covering his ceiling.

He was sure that this would work. It had to work. He was in the comfiest bed he’d ever been in, had the most soothing sounds and sights going, and his eyes were so tired they burned. But much to his disappointment, it still wasn’t enough.

“What the fuck.” Dream let out a mumble as he turned to lay on his stomach, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes both from the frustration and how absolutely worn out he was. He picked up his phone once more, seeing that it was only 2AM.

Suddenly, a thought popped into his head that made him blush - he couldn’t, could he? Surely the other boy was asleep. He’d been traveling and socializing for days as well, if not weeks. There was no way he could bother him; this was a problem Dream had to solve for himself, he decided. But when another half hour went by of more tossing and turning, he decided to drop his pride and do it anyway.

“Can you do the thing?” He squinted at the bright screen, finger hovering over the send button for a moment before taking a deep breath and pressing down, hearing the whirl of the message going through.

He was met with instant regret, dropping his phone onto the mattress and cursing himself for texting his best friend in the middle of the night like some booty call. Dream buried his face into his pillow, face warm with embarrassment that he’d even asked for help at all.

His brain would’ve kept running with this narrative had he not heard a tiny knock on his door followed by the click of it opening and someone shuffling inside. Dream kept his head buried into the pillow as he felt the bed dip, followed by a warm body pressed up against his side.

“Hey Dreamie, you okay?” he heard the younger boys voice from behind him, Sapnap speaking incredibly soft and kind through the darkness. Dream shrugged in response, letting out a deeper breath as he turned his head the opposite way to face Sapnap.

“Just can’t sleep.” the blonde mumbled, feeling even more sheepish than before. The brunette gave him a sad smile and an understanding nod before reaching a hand out and gently moving a stray curl that had fallen over his right eye, letting out a huff of air through his nose when Sapnap’s hand grazed his cheek.

“Too tired to sleep, huh?” Sapnap questioned, getting a sleepy nod and a yawn from the taller boy in response. “I can help with that.”

Dream nodded once more, scooting himself even closer to Sapnap to feel the calming warmth that was radiating from him. He closed his eyes as he felt Sapnap run a hand under his shirt across his back, dragging the shirt up with him as his hand traced higher and higher. Eventually Sapnap tapped at the collar of his shirt and Dream understood immediately, leaning up on an elbow as he reached behind his head and grabbed the fabric, pulling it over his head and chucking it somewhere across the room. He felt goosebumps the minute Sapnap’s hand touched down to resume the tracing.

The younger boy giggled at that, loving when he was able to make Dream shiver from the lightest touches. Even through the dim purple and blue hues of the galaxy light Sapnap could tell the boy was blushing, a wobbly smile forming on his face as the fingers on his back traced up and down his spine slowly. Another shiver and suddenly a quiet giggle had fallen from Dream’s lips, followed by a few more with some squeaks mixed it.

It tickled. It definitely tickled, but Dream didn’t mind. He loved how Sapnap knew just how to make the tickles relaxing, not as unbearable as if he was tickling Dream to pieces. The swirls around his shoulder blades produced more goosebumps as Sapnap continued to skitter his fingers up to his shoulders, another little squeal escaping him when they reached up to play with the curls at the base of his neck. Sapnap let himself turn to the side, looking up at the lights as he listened to Dream’s little chirps and giggles. He yawned himself, finding the storm sounds to be incredibly soothing.

The brunette began cooing over Dream, giving him light praise about how well he’s been doing since the face reveal, and how proud of him he was that he had gone through with it knowing everything he’d face in backlash. Dream hummed in acknowledgement, whining when Sapnap continued to tell him how proud he was. The blonde’s tired mind didn’t know how to handle the praise, and he was left with no choice but to fling himself towards Sapnap, burying his face into the crook of his neck while the younger boy laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of Dream’s head.

“It’s alright Dreamie, I’ll stop I promise. But I am just so proud of you, I wanted you to know that.” Another whine and a quick peck to Sapnap’s collarbone was Dream’s response to the praise, making Sapnap giggle again, this time at the tingling sensation.

After a few minutes, he felt Dream’s breathing even out, pulling back slightly to see that the older boy had in fact finally fallen asleep. Sapnap adjusted slightly to make himself more comfortable before resuming the tracing on Dream’s back, closing his eyes and allowing the sounds of the rain to slowly lull him into a deep sleep, not far behind Dream.

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