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Three Days

Summary: Joel gets hurt on patrol and it turns your world upside down. (Part one of two)

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!reader, established relationship, set in the TWWW universe, no use of Y/N.

Warnings: angst, some descriptions of blood/injuries, language, hurt/comfort, talk of food and lack of eating (not a disorder), my make believe medical knowledge, no smut in this one sorry

Word Count: 5.3K

Part One

June 2006

It started out like any other day. Joel walked you to the greenhouse in the morning, giving you a quick kiss before continuing on towards the stables, where he would meet Tommy and they would run their patrol route. The past couple of weeks, he and Tommy had taken a more challenging route due to an uptick in infected. The warm weather seemed to bring them out of hibernation, and the two brothers were the most skilled in Jackson at bringing them down. It never really worried you. You watched Joel take down countless infected for almost a year during your travels.

Your only complaint was by the time he returned home, he was so exhausted he hardly stayed up past dinner time, the physical toll of his days catching up with him. Some nights, he fell asleep with his head on your lap while you read and mindlessly raked your nails across his scalp. Those nights were your favorite. You loved secretly examining his relaxed features while he slept, noticing lately his beard had a lot more grey in it from just a couple years ago. Somehow, it made him look even more attractive.

You made your way home that day alone, like usual, walking up the steps to the porch on your shared house, the porch he built for you with his bare hands because one time you offhandedly said you always wanted a wraparound porch. For extra points, he even built in a swing at the end, a place you frequently enjoyed sipping your morning coffee as you watched the town slowly wake up from its slumber. You found yourself on that very swing that evening. After having eaten some leftovers from the night before, you thought the weather was too nice to stay inside, so you brought your book out on the porch to read until either Joel came home, or the sun got too low to see the words on the page.

You were taking the last sip of your tea and considering going inside soon when you first heard the yelling. You frowned, wondering if you misheard it, if maybe some children were just playing in someone's backyard. But then you heard more yelling, the tone of the voices sending a jolt down your spine. Setting your mug down on the railing, you stood from the swing and took a couple steps down, craning your neck to try to see down the street. A few others had heard it too, familiar faces sticking their heads outside and chatting with neighbors, speculating as to the nature of the yelling.

Fearing the worse, you pushed your front door open and snatched your handgun from the top of the coat closet, checking to make sure it was loaded and the safety was on before shoving it in the back of your pants and heading back outside.

You jogged lightly down the street, stopping when you saw a neighbor and asked if they knew what was going on. When you were greeted with a shrug, you continued toward the center of town, the yelling muffled now. When you rounded the corner, you saw a group dispersing slowly outside of the infirmary, people shaking their heads and talking softly. One man was alone, leaning against the side of the building with his head hung low and his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. You recognized him right away.

"Jesse!" you shouted, and he looked up, his face immediately going slack when he saw you. You were a couple feet away when your brain first registered the blood on his shirt, and you froze, your mind three steps behind your body.

"Who?" was all you could manage to say, your eyes already brimming with tears. Jesse was out of his element. He had no idea what to say, he himself had hardly processed what happened, and Tommy had just said he didn't want anyone contacting you until they had the bleeding under control. But when he faltered, when he refused to meet your eye, your fear quickly turned to rage.

Stomping up to him, you pushed him up against the building by the collar, your jaw clenched and eyes wild.

"Who?!" you demanded again. His hands came up to cover your own in a comforting manner, and that's what really sent you over the edge. Why would he be comforting you? Why can't he just spit it out?

"I'm sorry. T-there was an accident, Tommy said-"

"I don't give a fuck what Tommy said!" you yelled. You yanked your hands away from him and stormed up the steps to the infirmary, whipping the door open as Jesse pleaded with you to wait.

The room was empty when you walked in, but you could tell all of the people in the building were piled into one room in the back, an operating room. You walked down the hallway, feeling like your feet were in quicksand. At this point, you were sure something happened to Joel, and you were minutes away from finding out just how bad it was. Was he bit? Was he shot? This would be the last time you wouldn't be burdened with the reality of what was to come, and your body wanted to soak up every second, but your mind needed answers, so you pushed forward, rounding the corner just as Tommy left the operating room, hands covered in blood.

You stopped dead in your tracks, your heart hammering in your chest at the realization that he was covered in his brother's blood. The blood of the man you loved and cherished more than anything in the world. The man who carried you through disaster after disaster, always the steady rock you could lean on.

Tommy sighed and lifted his head up, freezing when he saw you just a few feet away, taking him in. Your jaw was clenched, eyes watering as you stared at each other, waiting.

"Hey, darlin'," Tommy said, trying to force a smile, but failing. His eyes were filled with pity as he looked at you, and it made your stomach roll.

"What happened," you said. Not a question, but a demand. You weren't giving him an option to an answer.

"There was an accident," he began, looking around for a towel and snatching one off a cart outside the operating room, from which you heard urgent commands from Bill, the doctor, to Carrie, his protege, as they no doubt were fighting to save Joel's life.

"Okay," you said, trying to remain calm. "Was he bit?"

Tommy shook his head right away, and relief temporarily flooded your veins.

"We were checkin' out this old barn with Jesse. Seein' if there was anythin' worth bringin' back. Jesse was in the loft, wanted help movin' this heavy chest so he could get at some tools. Fuckin' thing weighed a ton. Took all of us to move it," Tommy paused in his story, his eyes flicking around the hallway. You tried to be nice, but you were running out of patience.

"Spit it out, Tommy," you demanded angrily. He took a deep breath before he continued.

"Floor gave out from under him. Place was ancient, we shoulda known. Fell at least 18 feet to the ground, lucky there was a bit of straw down but the chest..." he trailed off again, but when you clenched your fists at your side, he forced himself to say it.

"The chest landed on Joel, darlin'. It was so fuckin' heavy, and he fell so far. Doc is doin' everything he can." You could see the fear in Tommy's eyes now, the remorse, the guilt.

"Is he going to live?" you asked him quietly, your body stiff.

"I-I don't know, Doc didn't say, but he lost a lot of blood."

"Then he can have mine," you said, shrugging off the sweater you had on and heading to the door. Tommy reached out to grab your arm and you spun around.

"Doc can't take your blood right now, you know that. Besides, you don't even know if you're a match," Tommy said, trying to reason with you.

"I'm O negative, universal donor," you told him, yanking your arm away. "I have to tell Bill, someone go get Holly, she can take my blood."

Tommy's eyes flashed with hope for just a moment before once again stopping you from barging into the operating room.

"Alright, Holly's already on her way to help, anyway. Let's wait for her together in the waiting room."

"I need to see him, Tommy," you said, your voice cracking now. He sighed.

"You can't. Not right now. Let Doc work, I won't make you leave but you can't go in there, okay?" Tommy offered gently, his fingers gripping your elbow in an effort to turn you around. You paused, your head swiveling back and forth between him and the door.

"I'll wait right here," you decided, going into an exam room to drag out a metal chair and plopped down in it, arms crossed as you stared at the closed door in front of you.

You sat in that chair and waited for hours. Maria arrived with Holly, who began taking your blood, all the while encouraging you to eat and drink. Maria found a chair of her own and parked herself next to you, holding your other hand as your tired eyes stared holes into the door.

"I'm gonna take these to Bill, keep drinking water and eating as much as you can. I don't know how much he'll need," Holly said softly. You looked up at her and forced a pained smile as she slipped into the room, quickly shutting the door behind her so you couldn't see in. You weakly lifted a bottle of water to your lips, taking a small sip before giving up and setting it down. Your stomach was in knots, making eating and drinking nearly impossible, but you were trying to follow orders so your body could give Joel what he needed to live.

"He's going to be okay," Maria said beside you, squeezing your hand.

"You don't know that," you said numbly, your eyes still glued to the door.

"He's strong, and he's a fighter. That I do know. And he's stubborn as shit, he's not going anywhere," Maria told you firmly. The corner of Tommy's mouth twitched from his post a few feet away where he was waiting to run and get anything anyone needed, desperate to feel useful.

Holly emerged from the operating room. You craned your neck, trying to see past her, but all you saw was a sheet drawn between the door and the table. You sighed and leaned back, your eyes meeting Holly's.

"I don't know, hun, Bill didn't say anything," she said apologetically before you could ask. "But he's using your blood right now, so that's good. He wouldn't waste it if there wasn't a chance," she said, leaning down in front of you. You nodded and took a shaky breath.

"Try to get some sleep, okay?" Holly urged, but you just shook your head.

"You know I can't," you told her, and she sighed.

"I know. But you need to take care of yourself if he needs more of your blood. Having you passed out in the corner from dehydration or exhaustion isn't going to help Joel," she told you firmly before she gathered up her supplies to change and clean up.

Another hour went by as you sat at your post, refusing to leave, refusing to sleep until you got an update. Maria and Tommy were sound asleep, curled up on the bed in the room behind you as you sat vigil. Your eyes burned, your shoulders ached, your hips and back screamed from sitting on the uncomfortable chair for so many hours, but you continued to wait. And wait. And wait.

When the door finally swung open and Bill walked out, you leapt to your feet so fast your legs almost gave out. Bill looked exhausted, dried sweat covered his face and there were small, red ovals on either side of his nose where his glasses rested all evening.

"He's stable," he told you, and a loud woosh of air slipped past your lips. You took a deep breath and nodded for him to continue.

"He's got several breaks in his leg, couple broken ribs and a cracked pelvis. There was a lot of internal bleeding, but I think we got it under control. Now, he hit the back of his head pretty hard when he fell. I won't know the full extent of his injury until he wakes up," he told you tiredly.

"But he will wake up, right?" you asked as Maria and Tommy appeared in the doorway, having heard most of the conversation.

"It's up to him now," Bill told you. He's strong, he's a fighter. "Carrie's cleaning up and she's going to wheel him to room six. I know there's no use in telling you to go home, I'll bring in a cot for you," the doctor said, turning to head down the hall towards his office.

"That's good news!" Maria said, rubbing your shoulder gently. You turned and offered her a weak smile.

"I'll bring you some clothes and things from your house," Maria offered, and you thanked her as she made her way to the front of the office.

"Lemme go see if Carrie needs help movin' the bed," Tommy said, pushing the door open. You peered inside after him, first taking in all of the bloodied towels and gauze, the instruments strewn on tables painted red. Tommy slid the curtain to the side and you finally saw him.

He looked peaceful, asleep under the blankets, his chest bare from what you could see. His leg must have been in a full cast under the covers, one side looking drastically taller than the other. He had an IV hooked up next to him that Tommy pushed alongside the bed, one of clear fluids, the other your blood.

Carrie shot you a tired smile as she pushed Joel's bed through the doorway and down the hall to room six, Tommy following dutifully behind with the IV stand. Once he was all set up in his new room, Carrie turned to say something to you, but you cut her off with a tight hug, burying your face in her shoulder. She squeezed you around the ribs and patted your back as you tried to convey your appreciation through the embrace.

"It'll be alright," she told you hoarsely. You nodded, pulling back to meet her gaze, bloodshot eyes locking onto equally bloodshot eyes.

"Thank you," was all you could manage, the words not seeming like enough, but no others really did, either. She smiled and headed back to the operating room to clean up. Bill entered the room shortly after with a cot that he leaned up against the wall for you.

"Extra blankets and pillows are in the linen closet just down the hall," he said. "I'll sleep in my office, check in every couple hours. Anything happens, I'm two doors down." He turned and left you and Tommy alone with Joel.

"First night'll be the hardest," Tommy warned you, and you nodded, eyes stuck on Joel's face. You pulled the extra chair in the room over to the side of the bed, noting this one at least had cushions on the seat and back, and plopped down. You reached out to hold his hand as you watched his chest rise up and down. Each breath he took giving you a small sliver of hope.

"You oughta get some sleep while you can," Tommy suggested as Maria came back with a duffel bag of clothes and toiletries. You shook your head.

"I'm good," you said, squaring your shoulders and rubbing your thumb over the top of Joel's knuckles.

"Both of you, stubborn as mules," Tommy said with a chuckle. "We'll be back first thing. You need anythin', you let us know."

"Thank you. The both of you," you said, trying to give them a small smile as they turned to leave. You sighed, finally alone, and looked back at Joel.

"Don't you fucking leave me," you whispered to him before you laid your head down on the bed next to his good leg, your hand still entwined with his.

You sipped water dutifully from a straw as Holly loosened the elastic around your arm. You gave a stress ball a few squeezes as your blood flowed through the lines and into the empty bag. Handing the cup back to Holly, you turned your attention back to Bill as he checked Joel's blood pressure.

"Still low," he told you, wrapping the stethoscope around his neck. "But better than a couple hours ago. We'll keep up the transfusions and check again in two hours. And eat something, will you? If it helps, think of it as making more blood for him."

"I'll eat, I promise," you told him, holding up a granola bar. He gave you a blank stare.

"More than that, please," he said before turning and heading back out the door. Holly nudged a sandwich wrapped in wax paper across the bed.

"I know it's hard, but you need to," she told you gently, and you nodded, reaching out to unwrap the paper. You took a gentle bite and forced yourself to chew for Holly's benefit. It felt like your body had shut down, the mere thought of food or water making you sick, the stress no doubt to blame. But you forced yourself to slowly eat the whole sandwich, hoping that would buy you some time before having to eat again.

Once Holly bandaged your arm and connected the new bag of blood to Joel's IV, you found yourself once again alone. Your eyes were burning as you stared at Joel, watching his chest slowly rise and fall under the blanket. Your shoulders were tight, feet ached, and your back was practically screaming from the shitty chair, but you couldn't leave his side. When he woke up, you needed to be right there, not on the floor on some old cot.

The rest of the night went slow. You drifted asleep for maybe twenty minutes at a time, only to find yourself jerking awake with your head resting on the bed next to him and your fingers almost falling out of his palm when your muscles relaxed from exhaustion. Each time you awoke, your eyes immediately pinned to his bare chest to confirm he was still breathing, and then up to his eyes, hoping that maybe, just maybe, they would be open.

Maria came by with Tommy in the morning to check on Joel and let you know she was going to cover your shift at work.

"Thank you so much," you told her tiredly while you flexed your stiff, heavily bandaged arm.

"I brought you some fruit and oatmeal," she said, leaving the items on the small counter in the exam room.

"I just had a sandwich last night," you told her proudly.

"And time has passed. Most humans eat again when that happens," she told you sternly. You nodded and held your hand out for the apple, finally pulling a smile from her face.

"Alright, I'm going to head out, I'll be back in the evening. Anything I need to know?" Maria asked.

"All my notes are in the notebook in the office. I think the tomatoes need to be picked soon, and can you roll the empty rain barrels outside in case the weather turns?"

She nodded, assuring you she would handle things, leaving you and Tommy alone with Joel.

"Why don't you take a break, darlin'. Go home, shower, get some rest. I'll come runnin' if anythin' happens," Tommy said, but you shook your head.

"I can shower here. I'm not going anywhere... but thanks," you said, fixing your eyes back on Joel and wondering when Bill was coming to check on him.

Tommy regarded you for a few minutes as you settled back into the chair next to his bed, your hand finding Joel's next to his side.

"You holdin' up alright?" Tommy asked. You shrugged, your eyes still on Joel.

"Guess so," you said, then after a moment, continued. "I just wish he'd wake up. I need him to wake up, Tommy."

Tommy sniffed and looked down at the floor when your voice cracked at the end of your sentence, trying to hide his reaction to your emotions bubbling below the surface. He dragged his eyes up and looked at your arm.

"What's that?"

You looked down at the port sticking out of your arm.

"Holly inserted it this morning. Said instead of ruining all my veins she will just keep hooking up to this one when they need more blood," you explained, glancing back at your other arm which was already heavily bandaged from the night before.

"It's a miracle your blood matched," Tommy said. "I mean, I don't even know my own blood type. Got it written down somewhere in my wallet."

"My parents made a big deal out of it when I was little. It's not a super common blood type," you told him.

He hummed in acknowledgement, and you fell into a comfortable silence, both lost in your own thoughts.

"He ever tell you 'bout the time he climbed that tree when we were younger?" Tommy asked, breaking the silence. You perked up a bit and looked at him, shaking your head.

"Think he was maybe like 11, or 12? All the kids in our neighborhood tried to climb this huge oak tree down the street. I'm talkin' huge, mind you. Like, if that fucker fell, it woulda taken out two houses, easy," he began with a smile on his face.

"Anyway. We all tried to climb it as high as we could, all of us tryin' to go higher than this one kid, Joey. Joey was such a dick, he was older than everyone, a know-it-all. Nobody could stand 'em. Burned us all up that Joey got to the highest branch. Then one day, Joel must've had enough of Joey's shit talk because he stormed off to that goddamn tree and climbed up it so fast, if I weren't there, I wouldn't've believed it."

You didn't realize you had been smiling as Tommy told his story, imagining a younger version of Joel being just as stubborn as ever.

"So, he shot up that tree, past Joey's famous fuckin' branch, and made it like, three more branches or so above before he turned around and made his way back down. I'll never forget it," Tommy said with a chuckle. "He walked right past Joey and goes 'when you make it up that high, then you can talk your shit again. 'Til then, shut the fuck up.'" Tommy finished, the two of you laughing til tears trickled down your cheeks.

"Point bein'," Tommy said after you both caught your breath, "he's a stubborn son of a bitch. And when it counts, he's always done what needs gettin' done. He's gonna wake up, darlin'. I know, because he never lets anyone or anythin' get the best of him."

You did your best to keep your tears from falling, letting your gaze fall back on Joel so Tommy wouldn't see.

"Besides, he loves you more than anythin'. He ain't gonna leave you," Tommy added softly, and you covered your mouth lightly with your palm to hide your trembling lip.

"Thanks, Tommy," you whispered, flicking away a stray tear that managed to fall.

"Don't mention it," he said before standing up with a grunt. "Gotta go to work. You need anythin'?"

You shook your head and gave him a small smile as he left. You sighed, looking back at Joel and squeezing his hand, hoping he could feel you next to him and want to open his eyes.

The next two days were spent the same. There was some improvement. Joel's blood pressure was close to normal, and Bill determined the internal bleeding slowed or stopped because your blood wasn't needed as much anymore, but Holly kept the port in your arm, just in case.

"Why won't he wake up, if he's improving?" you asked Bill on the third day since the accident.

"Could be a number of things," he said, looping his stethoscope around his neck. He leaned forward to inject a pain killer into Joel's IV before straightening up to address you.

"Could be his head injury. Could be the meds, they are strong and make you sleepy. But it's most likely just his body needing time to rest and heal. His body knows what it needs, and if it needs to shut everything down to recover, then that's what it does. Everyone heals differently, it's impossible to guess how long he'll be out."

You nodded sadly and looked down at Joel, rubbing your thumb along his dry knuckles.

"Can we do anything to help him wake up?" you asked hopefully.

"There's a lot of evidence that suggests patients can hear us when they're asleep. Could help if he heard your voice," Bill suggested. "I'll be right down the hall, holler if anything happens. And try to get some sleep, will ya? That cot hasn't moved since I brought it in here."

You nodded and Bill left the room, the both of you knowing full well you weren't touching that cot. You turned to stare at Joel, wondering what you could talk about.

"Hey," you said softly, leaning closer to him. "It's me." You paused a moment, feeling embarrassed, but continued.

"Bill said you might be able to hear me, so I figured it's worth a shot. Maybe if I annoy you enough, you'll wake up, tell me to knock it off, that you're trying to sleep," you joked, and then sighed. "I'd kill to hear that right now."

"Tommy told me a funny story the other day, from when you were kids. About some jerk named Joey and a tree. It made us laugh so much, sounds like you hardly changed a bit," you said with a chuckle. You paused again to watch his face for any reaction, but none came.

"It made me think, though. You never really told me much about your childhood. Then again, I guess I didn't, either," you said, chewing on your lower lip. "Kind of hard to talk about that stuff when you're fighting for your life, I suppose." You sighed and dropped your chin to rest on your fist as you leaned against his bed, your thumb still absentmindedly rubbing his knuckles. Then an idea hit you. You never told him about your childhood, but you could now.

So, you did. You told him every memory that popped into your head. For over an hour, you told him how you found your dad putting presents under the tree when you were seven and never told your parents you knew the truth about Santa. You told the story about how you broke your arm and wasted an entire summer in a cast in high school. You confessed to him your first celebrity crush, the first time you snuck away from home, the first time you drank alcohol. You told him about your high school sweetheart dumping you right after graduation. You talked so long that your mouth was dry, so you stood to drink from the bottle of water left by the sink. You drank more than you had in the past few days combined, making you finally feel like yourself again.

"Can't believe that asshole dumped you like that," you heard a hoarse whisper say behind you.

You whipped around, eyes wide, to look at Joel. His eyelids were half open, looking at you with a weak smile.

"Hey, sweetheart," he said, his voice raspy.

You blinked rapidly, wondering if the sleep deprivation was making you hallucinate. When you finally realized he was actually awake, your face crumpled and you burst into tears, falling to your knees next to his bed as you tried to hold onto his hand, but you kept having to pull back and wipe the tears from your eyes.

"Hey, it's alright," he whispered as he weakly tried to reach a hand out to stroke your hair. "Don't cry."

You pulled yourself together for just a moment, sliding back onto your chair so you could look at him. Gripping his hand, you examined his face, taking in his pale skin, chapped lips and tired eyes.

"I gotta get Bill," you said, but he stopped you.

"In a minute," he told you, and you nodded. "C'mere."

You stood to lean over him as he gently slid his hand along your face, cupping your cheek.

"Are you in any pain?" you asked him, and he shook his head.

"Not anymore," he replied, gazing up at you and lightly curling his fingers around the back of your neck so you would bring your face down. You slotted your lips gently against his before you left a trail of kisses across his cheek and over his forehead, stopping at the center and leaning back.

"I love you," you whispered, tugging on his beard gently.

"I love you, too," he whispered back, and you smiled right before the door swung open.

"When did he wake?" Bill asked urgently, nudging you to the side so he could take Joel's vitals.

"Just a couple minutes ago, I was just about to come get you," you said, but he was already shining a light into Joel's eyes and asking him questions to test him for any brain damage. You leaned against the wall, the past three days finally catching up with you, but you kept yourself up and watched Bill examine Joel. Relief fully came to you when Bill finally allowed himself a smile and a gently clapped on Joel's shoulder.

"You got a long recovery ahead of you, but I think you're gonna be alright," Bill told him after giving him another dose of painkiller. On his way out the door, he reminded you to come get him as soon as possible if anything came up. When the door shut, you smiled wide at Joel and quickly made your way back to his side, picking his hand up.

"I'm sure you're about to have the whole town visiting once Bill tells Carrie you're up," you joked, and he nodded, then frowned.

"What happened to your arms?"

"Oh," you said, looking down at the bandage on one and the port in the other. "You needed blood, so..." you trailed off and lifted your arm with the port up briefly before dropping it in your lap.

"You gave me your blood?" he asked you softly, almost sounding shocked.

"Of course I did," you told him. "I'd give you whatever you need."

He looked at you in awe, feeling undeserving and overwhelmed with gratitude. He quickly blinked away the tears in his eyes so you wouldn't see, and he cleared his throat.

"Thank you," he rasped, still feeling weak and fighting the urge to fall back asleep as the painkillers kicked in.

"You're welcome," you said, bringing his hand up to your face and pressing your lips against his knuckles, then turning his palm to the ceiling so you could plant a kiss on the inside of his wrist. He watched you languidly from the bed, his eyes sliding shut.

"I wanna go home," he mumbled sleepily.

"I know. Soon," you said. "Get some rest, I'll be right here if you need anything," you told him quietly, and he nodded, giving your hand a final squeeze before he fell asleep.

Part Two

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f1bordeaux · 9 months

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Can you do one with Lando and the quotes, “We were supposed to get married” + “Wake up please I can’t do this without you” + “Everything I do I do in memory of her” thank u:)

What I Desire The Most | ln4

How do you cope? He isn't sure. None of us are really sure. Warnings: Angst, character death Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (y/n never mentioned) Word Count: 1189 Story Style | Poetry Style A/n:I wanted to write something small for this one, something with less dialogue and more story? It's sad, i suppose, so for that I'm sorry. But that's what you wanted, isn't it? ;)

There comes a time at the end of a party, after everyone has drunk their fill, when you know it’s time to leave.

Perhaps death is the same way.

Maybe the crowd has thinned, at least of those you knew. The front door is constantly opening and closing, conversation going with it. Everybody has an equal understanding that this is it, this is the end. There will be no more lingering, no more drinking, no more festivities. Time is up. Slowly, everyone will go, leaving behind an empty house with trash in the corners. Someone’s clothes are floating in the pool. The beer pong table is still set up in the dining room. You never got to finish that chat you started hours ago. But everybody is gone now. It’s time for you to go, too. Things will be left unsaid, stories will go untold. But you had fun. You laughed and cried and danced and sang. It’s time to start over.

Maybe the party is still in full swing when you decide to leave. Nobody has crossed the ‘too drunk’ line yet. Bodies sway to the music, heat is passed on from person to person, the fridge is full, there is somebody naked coming in from the back porch. And although you’re having fun, you realize that you need to go. You’ve had your share, you’ve shown your face, you’ve come for some laughs and now, it is time to depart. Your friends will be upset, wishing that you had stayed just a little longer. Your presence will become nothing more than a photograph strung on the wall. People will speak of you in conversations like so; “Remember her? Remember how amazing she was?” But you will not be there to listen. You’ll be out the door, walking down the street with a smile on your face. You’ll be content. The party was good, you’ll tell yourself. But it’s time to start over. Time to find better.

In this circumstance, the party is in full swing. You’re leaving too soon.

His hand is intertwined with yours, the temperature difference enough to send a chill through his spine. Somewhere in the crash, you lost your bracelet. He still wears his, though. It’s orange and white, the letter beads spelling out your name. You made it for him oh so long ago. At least, it feels like that. All of a sudden, it feels like he’s known you for his whole life. It feels like you two met decades ago, bodies so familiar that you knew they had been together in another life. Your body is cold now, however. It feels different to him. It feels empty.

“We were supposed to get married.” He whispered no louder than the beeping of the machine attached to your paling skin. The engagement ring on your finger has cracked in half. It’s somewhere in a plastic baggie with your phone, wallet, clothes, shoes. It’s somewhere you are not. Nobody really knows where you are to be honest. Maybe your soul is already gone. Maybe it’s not. Lando doesn’t know, either. He hopes you’re still here, listening to him beg. God he hopes you’re still here. “Wake up please. I can’t do this without you.”

Four years, he thinks. Four years was not nearly enough time with you. He needed at least a million more.

He knew that if you left him, leaving him alone on this cruel planet, that life would never be the same. He’d look for your body in each paddock he visited. Although nobody laughed like you, he would still turn around at the slight similarities other girls had in their laughs hoping, praying, that you’d be there. Never again would a race weekend feel complete. Never again would a podium feel right without your lips waiting for a congratulatory kiss. He’d have to move houses, too. There was no way he’d be able to walk in the front door of your Monegasque home and see all of your belongings next to his. Your shoes, your closet full of clothes, your blankets draped on the couch, your makeup on the bathroom counter. No, he would have to move.

He’d never swim in a pool again, too busy thinking about you and him swimming in your pool at late hours of the night. He’d never visit the beach, being reminded too often that the shoreline of Monaco was where you two met. He’d never eat pizza again-it was your favorite food. He’d never watch a Disney movie, that was what Tuesday night date nights were for. Life would become so dull, so colorless.

“I need you, baby. Please.” He spoke to nobody. He was alone in the hospital room. Sadly enough, he already knew it. “I love you.”

The weeks would pass, the days would drag on. There would never come a moment where he got over you. Sure enough, every girl who passed him in the paddock with your hair color caught his attention. He’d smile to himself, amused at how he predicted his own actions. His heart would pound, his hands would shake. It wasn’t you. It would never be you again.

He would be jealous of his fellow drivers who brought their girlfriends to the race. They opted to not speak about love, romance, date nights, their sex life or anything of the sorts in front of him anymore. A few of the boys took him to a music concert in Belgium. They followed it up with a trip to Ibiza. He refused to go to the beach, however. “Let’s just stay in the city.” He’d say. “I’m not a beach guy. I hate the beach.”

The nights were cold and lonely, the days were hot and blank. But, he raced. He pushed the limits of his car and of his body. He shocked everyone with his new aggressive, dominant and unforgiving driving style. “You’re going to kill yourself driving like that, Lando.” His race engineer would tell him.

“I know.” Is all he would respond with.

A tattoo, the first on his tanned skin, would pop up. Roman numerals-how typical, fans would say. But they would stop teasing when they realized the date, hidden on his ribcage, was your birthday.

A trophy-no, a slew of trophies would be dedicated to you; the most impressive one coming in Abu Dhabi two years after your passing. They’d begin to call him a World Champion. He’d continue to call you his reason. “Everything I do,” He’d say on the podium, tears staining his cheeks. He was a World Champion, he had a right to cry. “I do in memory of her.”

And in another life, when your body met his once more, when the heat returned to your skin, when the enjoyment of life returned to his, he would pull you close, saying with a smile; “I’ve been waiting for you.”

To which you would respond, “You’ve come so far, you’ve done so much.”

“You are better than all of that combined. You are what I desire the most. And at last, I finally can say I have it back.”

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nariism · 9 months

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something borrowed, something blue

pair. itoshi sae x gn!reader

content: childhood sweethearts, angst, angst, angst, NO COMFORT no happy ending i'm warning you, sae leaves for spain much later here, use of y/n once (1), not proofread

synopsis. it's his wedding day.

wc. 2.1k

everything you know about weddings comes from fairytale books.

you have fond memories of the days spent curled up in the lap of a woman whose name brings you to tears with nostalgia, kind and warm as she read to you.

the itoshi brothers' mother was good at painting pictures with words; animating true love's kiss, soulmates, princesses turning into frogs and back again.

even as a tiny child you knew they all ended the same way: wedding bells and happily ever after.

she was a poet in her own right, spelling out for you what love could possibly be. as a naive child, you believed her — put blind faith in the fact that love was always perfection, that it was something easy. it was something that fills you to the brim until you're overpouring, fantastical and rare and beautiful.

she sweet talked you into believing true love is something all people find one day.

it wasn't as simple as the stories she told you made it out to be. ironically, the person who taught you so always sat to her left at the dinner table.

itoshi sae was your first. he was your only. it wasn't a foreign or unknown emotion pounding at the confines of your ribcage every time he would take your hand and drag you along with him and rin to get ice cream.

it was cruelly familiar. an ode to their mother who was waiting on the front porch for them to return home to her. love.

you grew up next door to the itoshis. your most distant memories replay with the sounds of rin's laughter in the background. they were happy kids. happier than they ever would be again.

the window of your bedroom was directly across from sae's. it was there that secrets were whispered, falling on deaf ears to the sleeping world. things that only you and him would ever know. you spent seventeen summers sitting at your windowsill under starry night skies talking about menial things.

you planned your whole lives together at that conjunction of your homes; wooden furnishings in the kitchen with green accents, a garden full of hydrangeas, lanterns strung up amongst the trees. and he promised he would buy you anything and everything you wanted, lavish or not, "just because".

you spent your entire life in love with itoshi sae. with the idea of giving your heart and soul to him. that maybe he would do the same for you if given the chance.

when sae turned eighteen, he received a very, very important letter.

the paper was thick and fancy and lined with gold. there was an official seal at the bottom of it along with a signature he couldn't read.

you remember that day vividly. you'd relived his birthday for as many years as you were alive, after all.

he was sitting in front of his birthday cake with the candles blown out as he read it aloud. champagne popped, balloons flew, people clapped, the whole shebang. you made eye contact with him from where you were sat, directly across the table in your usual seat.

it was then that reality came crashing down on you.

you were always staring at his big back, and not once had he ever turned around. not once had he ever deemed you more important than his dreams. not once did he prove to you that he loved you like you loved him.

you fought that night. he broke your heart over a leftover slice of chocolate cake.

life goes on, as they say. every part of you yearned for sae like flowers wishing for rain. you left a piece of yourself in his bedroom all those years ago, half of your soul that you hoped would always haunt him.

(it did.)

it's a mundane tuesday afternoon when you get the text.

the number was saved on your phone from many years ago, but it's been so long since the chat was active that your previous messages have been automatically deleted.

rin: are you going?

your answer is instantaneous.

y/n: no. why?

it’s a long while before rin texts you back.

rin: mom wants you there

it's all the convincing you need. you would just have to grit your teeth and sit through it, no matter how painful. you don't blame their mother in the slightest; your relationship with sae was your best kept secret, after all. it would have created a mess if you dragged their mom into your fighting.

how could she have known that she was marrying off your one and only love to a complete stranger?

everything about him is beautiful today. he's rented out the biggest venue in the city, strung up with crystal chandeliers and fancy clothed tables. it's uptight and luxurious.

you can't help but realize that it looks absolutely nothing like what you used to talk about as kids.

"the colour scheme clashes with your eyes, you know."

you watch as he tenses up at your voice, eyes drifting from his suit to you in the reflection of the mirror.

"wasn't my choice," he tells you casually, as if nearly two decades of history doesn't exist between you.

"your tie is all messed up."

"it's good to see you, too."

you're quiet in response, sauntering over to him and reaching out to fix the knot in his tie. he allows you to touch him, for old time's sake. your fingers brush against his throat and he swallows.

sae knows everything about you. almost 90% of his childhood was spent by your side. he knows what colours you like, which ones you would have chosen for your own wedding theme. he knows what kind of cake you would have wanted, too.

he did his best to persuade his bride into choosing things that wouldn't remind him of you.

it was a futile attempt.

fate works in funny ways. no matter where he looks he sees you, and his shitty plan to make this wedding the complete opposite of what you would have wanted only made him miss you more.

what do you do with memories of someone who isn't yours anymore? he doesn’t know how to handle memorizing every part of you and not using it.

you were his biggest regret, without a doubt. if he hadn't accepted that team drafting, would you still be together? would you be laughing over chocolate cake and telling your friends how you and him are childhood sweethearts? soulmates?

sae has never been impulsive. he doesn't like to be. there's nothing beneficial about being reckless.

but then he sees you, and it feels like you were never apart. he's afraid he'll wake up only to find out you were just a dream built on distant memories. or maybe he'll wake up in your arms, seventeen again, as if the world never caught up to him.

he loves you and the gravity of that makes him weak in the knees.

his whole life has been carefully constructed, at least that's what most people think. the reality is that it's all a lie; carefully constructed doesn't matter if the house is made of wet paper.

there's something nostalgic about letting you fix his tie. it reminds him of when you were both ten and looked up online how to do a windsor knot, just for the fun of it.

silence fills the room as you fix his outfit, sloppily thrown together because he couldn't care less about how he looks when marrying someone he doesn't want. then he stupidly opens his mouth in a last ditch attempt to make you his, blaming this familiar feeling raging inside of him on the nostalgia you bring with you.

“can we talk?” he pleads quietly.

“what is there to talk about?”

“about us.”

“there is no us.” not anymore. he abandoned that notion many years ago on his eighteenth birthday.

he contemplates you for a moment, just staring at you with a finality in his eyes that you wish was there the night he broke your heart. if it was, maybe the story would have ended differently.

"run away with me. let's go somewhere far from here. i don't care what anyone else thinks anymore. i just need you. i need you."

he never stopped needing you, even when thousands of miles separated you.

you blink at him in surprise. there's consideration in your face as you look at him, completely dumbfounded by his sudden confession.

it's the first time you've spoken in years. in fact, it's the first time you've laid eyes on him since that night.

he's throwing everything away to be with you. your heart breaks because half of you knows you shouldn’t, and the other half of you screams to take his hand and start new again.

"sae..." there it is. a fondness sweet as honey clinging to your throat when you speak his name for the first time in years. there's an expression cast on his face when you call for him, as if he's been put under a spell, bewitched by your voice.

for a moment he genuinely believes you'll actually agree to do something so stupid and reckless. just once, pretending like your whole world isn't falling apart around you. hope glimmers in his eyes. but then:

"we can't." he’s too late.

"please," he begs, forehead knocking into yours. you recoil from him so fast that you take his breath and a piece of his soul away with you.

it's been years, yet here he stands with your heart clutched in his palms; greedy fingers digging into the rotten core of fruit. you belong to him — you always will, as sure as the sun rises every morning, as sure as the sky is blue.

he knows it, too. it only makes it hurt all the more.

there isn't a doubt in your mind that you love him still, utterly and all-consuming and never-ending. the very idea of being in love with itoshi sae after all this time makes you feel so sick you might keel over and throw up.

he's just a stranger standing in front of you. your heart shouldn't tug at the sight of his watering eyes.

"shut up and go get married, sae."

you leave him standing alone in that room. he lets you go.

it's not until he's standing at the altar that it dawns on him: sae doesn't know very much about weddings.

the more accurate truth would be that he doesn't know a lot of things outside of football. but he does know one thing: your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life.

so why does he feel like throwing up?

his bride-to-be doesn’t look at him. doesn’t speak to him. their relationship is obligatory and nothing else. a union rooted in their mothers’ old friendship. sae didn’t put up a fight when his mom called him over to introduce them. he didn’t say a word until they got up to leave.

(if he did open his mouth, he would have choked on his own vomit.

in all honesty he should have, because maybe he would have scared away his bride and this whole headache never would have happened.)

she’s pretty enough. but he doesn’t like her.

there are no feelings of love in his heart, no care for what his soon-to-be wife says or does. he’s surprised she hasn’t left him at the alter yet, considering how little they even acknowledge each other.

it’s a good enough reason to explain the emptiness inside of him; that he’s entering a loveless marriage because of his mom’s social networking. he has other reasons, but none of them mattered until you showed up at the door.

loneliness is a part of sae. something he grew familiar with, something that slept in the same empty bed as he did while he tripped over his own tongue learning how to speak spanish.

he never realized how disgustingly lonely he felt in his own relationship until he saw you again.

he's supposed to be happy. he's supposed to fall in love. but he can't. not when you're sitting ten feet away from him with your fingers clinging tightly to his mother's.

sae meets your eyes only for a moment. eighteen years of his life spent by your side rings in his ears; your laughter, your tears, every part of you painfully ripping through him.

you're his soulmate. it's always been you. there was only ever you. how could it be anyone else?

he swallows and it feels like a thousand nails dragging down his throat. regret melts his brain into mush. he wants to object his own marriage and you seem to sense that, because you give him the tiniest, most subtle shake of the head.

don’t, please.

sae’s stomach sinks. there’s only one acceptable answer he can give the officiant right now:

"i do."

maybe in the next lifetime.

#— whispers in the wind ✧#sorry not sorry (i am sorry please accept a hug)#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi sae #itoshi rin #sae itoshi #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae x y/n #itoshi sae x you #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x y/n #sae itoshi x you #bllk angst #itoshi sae angst

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eminems-skittles · 8 months

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Jess Mariano with the prompts 5. "don't go on that date" "why?" "because it will kill me if you do” (fem!reader says this to Jess who’s going on a date) + prompt 6. “please tell me you want to kiss me as much as i want to kiss you" 🙏🤭

maybe slightly ooc for jess but i hope you like it!! i’m falling asleep while writing this so i hope this isn’t bad <3

watching jess get ready to go on his countless and never ending dates had become some kind of routine for you. you’d come over to luke’s and sit at the counter as you watched jess serve the many customers that filtered through the diner. he’d come hangout at the counter with you every chance he got, chatting about whatever book you had your nose in. at six o’clock on the dot, jess would throw in the towel and head up the stairs to his and luke’s apartment. when this routine first started, you’d follow jess up and hangout on his bed as he changed for his date, nothing fancy just a new graphic t-shirt and more gel in his hair. however as time went on, you decided to stay back at your spot in the diner. watching him get ready to take out some girl who wasn’t you started taking it’s toll after awhile and you couldn’t take it. this went on for a few months before one day, you didn’t show up at the diner.

jess didn’t think anything of it at first. there were days you didn’t make it to the diner to see him. it was only after the fourth day of him not seeing you that he started to get suspicious. your absence had left a weird feeling of worry hanging over him and he had even resorted to going to school to see you but lane had told him you were sick. (you weren’t, just expertly avoiding him.)

the feeling hanging over him lifted when he spotted you in the diner on the fifth day. you were perched on your stool, a book placed in next to the plate of fries sitting on the counter. when your eyes met his, you quickly looked away deciding to scan over the cover of your book for the thirtieth time. your gaze stayed trained on the cover until a cup was set down next to your plate. when you looked up, jess was waiting in front of you.

“hey,” he said, a hint of smile on his face. if you didn’t know him so well you wouldn’t have noticed it.

“hi,” you mumbled. his gaze was intense as he stared down at you.

“where’ve you been?” he asked.

“oh y’know..” you trailed off.

“no, i don’t know” he breathed out. “lane said you were sick. how’re you feeling?”

you were quiet for a second, shifting in your seat under his stare. you sighed before answering, “i wasn’t sick.”

“then where were you?” he asked, still trying to investigate.

luke walked behind him, grumbling something about “customers needing food.”

“do you have a date tonight?” you switched the subject.

“maybe,” he shrugged. just as you knew him, he knew you and saw the way your shoulders ever so slightly slumped at his answer. “why?”

“just wondering,” you whisper. “i should be going, i have homework. have fun on your date.”

before jess could get another word in, you were hopping off the stool and grabbing your stuff before hurrying out the door.

“you’re an idiot,” luke said as he passed by again.

“what’d i do this time?” jess groaned.

“she likes you,” lorelai said from her table. when she had arrived jess wasn’t sure as he was too wrapped up in seeing you for the first time in what felt like several weeks. he stared at lorelai blankly before asking what the hell she was talking about. “well, she obviously likes you and you obviously like her.”

“she’s right, honey,” miss patty chimed in.

the thought of you returning the feelings jess had so carefully tried to suppress

for a various number of reasons had his head swimming. “i gotta go.”

jess hurried out the door of the diner, walking in the direction of your house. when he got to your front door, he hesitated before knocking. the time between the knock and when you opened the door seemed to last forever.

“jess? what’re you doing here?” you asked as you stepped onto the front porch, shutting the door behind you. he smiled at the way you hugged your sweater to your body as you felt the chilly wind.

“i wanted to see what’s going on with you-“

“don’t go on that date.” you interrupted. you started playing with the sleeves of sweater as you locked eyes with him.

he was quiet, obviously taken aback. “why?”

“because it will kill me if you do,” you whispered, barely audible.

“what was that?”

“it will kill me if you go on that date,” you said louder. “it hurts jess. watching you date every girl in stars hollow but me hurts. i’m in love with you and you don’t even see it! i sit at the diner and then i go watch you get ready for dates i’ll never go on just so i can be close to you! and that hurts me. i can’t do it anymore.”

“you’re in love with me?” jess asked softly. tears were in your eyes from how worked up your confession had gotten you.

“well, i mean, i guess so,” you admitted, looking away from him. he took a few steps closer to you.

“i’m in love with you too,” he whispered. his hands found your waist, the weight of them pressing gently through your sweater.

“you are? but why all the dates?” you looked at him again but quickly looked down again as a tear slid down your cheek.

“thought i couldn’t get you. thought you didn’t feel the same so i distracted myself” his voice was a quiet rumble as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“well you can, and i do,” you said just as quietly. he leaned away from you, one hand coming up to your cheek to brush another tear away.

“don’t cry,” jess whispered. “you’re pretty when you cry but please don’t cry.”

“you think i’m pretty?”

“mhm,” he hummed. he stared into your eyes for a second before saying “please tell me you want to kiss me as much as i want to kiss you.”

“i do,” you replied.

“good,” he smiled before leaning in to kiss you. his lips pressed gently against yours and his hand on your hip squeezed as he pulled you against him. he deepened the kiss and you put an around around his shoulders. when he broke the kiss, he smiled and pecked you gently again. “you’re telling me we could’ve been doing this the whole time?”

“seems that way,” you replied and pressed your lips against his. “so what now, mariano?”

“now, i take you out on a date.”

“what about your other date tonight?”

“there was no date tonight,” jess admitted. “there hasn’t been a date in a few weeks. ”

“oh.” you paused. “why?”

“they weren’t you. all i want is you.” jess revealed. he leaned in again, barely giving you a chance to process what he said, kissing you with more force than the first kiss. after breaking the kiss he mumbled, “where do you want to go to dinner tonight?”

“hmm, maybe luke’s?”

#jess mariano x reader #gilmore girls #masterlist #writing #cassie’s masterlist #jess mariano x fem!reader #{ jess mariano }#{ gilmore girls }#gilmore girls x reader #100 #200

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spadesolace · 9 months

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love you twice: get up

synopsis: after an entire month of chaos, everything was back to square one; after the break up around the spring of 2021 where the pair are avoidant of each other.

warning/s: mentions of bullying, mentions of physical violence, one sided feelings, a bit of angst, curse words

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To say the least, Haerin was not expecting this.

She had a hunch of Minwon’s disloyalty. Nothing goes past her observant eyes. The slight difference in his actions, his schedule, it was clear that they were drifting apart. No one was brave enough to say anything, letting it drift slowly. It all started when she noticed the way that multiple girls had the same bracelet as hers. She didn’t think much of it. Benefit of the doubt, the possibility of it being an it item was not far off. It was a simple bracelet with a green heart. Haerin didn’t question it but let it be, waiting for the right moment for someone to bring him down. It wasn’t her loss, she’s moved on from her so-called boyfriend who clearly was done with the relationship.

When Hanni called while they were at a party hosted by someone she doesn’t know but YN is probably close with, she was expecting a hope you were here with us. Something along the lines of we miss you or we’re doing fine, YN got a bit tipsy.

Who wouldn’t be shocked and broken to see her own (ex-)boyfriend kissing a random girl out in the open and wearing the same bracelet she removed months ago. Or the fact that her best friend was looking at them intently. Haerin knew YN like the back of her hand; the fact that she probably got violent wasn’t far off. The protective side of YN that people adore so much, that some wish to experience. It was also the messy side of YN, the way she’d let her protectiveness get the best of her. The image of YN’s bruised knuckles as she punched a guy who took pictures of Haerin in the locker rooms, or the way she had no emotions as she kept throwing punches.

Haerin isn’t there to stop YN. She couldn’t protect her or stop her if things went south.

All she could do was end the call, only to see a bunch of mentions on her socials. Checking it was a mistake, an instant regret, seeing multiple pictures of Minwon with different girls wearing the same bracelet. He even missed her birthday just to kiss some girl. There was even a picture of Minwon kissing Eunji. She doesn’t know if he went after her after their breakup. Maybe that was where the comments of Minwon regarding their relationship was pointing out. How much of a jerk he is to even lowkey flex that he’s cheating. Is that why they ended things? Did YN know before they broke up or was this after their breakup?

Haerin’s mind was running with multiple questions, some were unclear, some made sense. Multiple messages from the group chat, private messages, and Minwon spamming her. Her social battery is too drained to deal with him, yet it concerned her that there were no messages from YN.

How would she react? As her best friend, furious and hatred would be there. As her ex, was she ecstatic? They’re both single, again.

At 12AM, Haerin had cried her heart out. Laying in her bed, lights off, only the silence and her frog plush to keep her company. Yet, she wasn’t expecting anyone to knock at their front door at midnight. If there is one, she was more so expecting Minwon but she won’t open the door, she’ll let him suffer. Let him wait outside for no one to answer, and end things on text, block him, remove any traces of him. He wasn’t worth fighting for. Yet, it wasn’t him knocking on their door, waiting on the front porch, Haerin could see the familiar silhouette from the window.

She wasn’t expecting to get a text from her best friend. She wasn’t expecting YN in front of her holding a bag filled with snacks. Haerin never expected that her best friend would arrive hours after the call holding her favourite snacks, a plushy of a frog, and panting as if she had run to her house. She expected the fast pace of her heartbeat, the way YN just dropped everything only to hug her. The feeling of safety and comfort in one person, Haerin wasn’t expecting to bawl her eyes out. She wasn’t expecting the way YN kept silent when she’d usually talk about hurting anyone who crosses a line.

YN noticed the way Haerin looked lost, hurt, disappointed, and overall just in pain. She wasn’t expecting this, it was painful for her to watch Haerin suffer. Everything would reflect back to her, YN had read a few comments here and there. It was expected that some of the guys who are close to Minwon would praise and protect his image, and blame Haerin for not being the best girlfriend. Luckily there were those who sympathised with her, teaching those that Haerin was not at fault, some understanding that Haerin isn’t one to take things fast or let alone show affection. That made YN curious… Within almost entirely a year of them together, did Haerin let him kiss her?

Haerin woke up earlier than YN. It’s been so long since the last time she slept next to her, who was holding her closely. The rain kept pouring and hitting her window, she felt at ease or perhaps its the way that her ex is holding her securely, afraid that she’ll fall. It was already morning, all she could remember was crying, watching movies, and hearing YN that she was safe, that Minwon won’t bother her anymore.

Around this time, Minwon would arrive at her house, staying for lunch or just visiting. She was waiting… waiting for the door to open, waiting for YN to wake up and expect the worst. He didn’t arrive, there was no harsh knocking on her bedroom door, or how her parents would announce his arrival with a hint of venom. It wasn’t like the way her parents would mention that YN was waiting for her to walk to school together or when she would drop something off. She was safe, for now.

It didn’t take long for Haerin to fall asleep again, the rain was perfect as she snuggled closer to YN. Her head between the crook of her neck, holding YN in case she might fall off. It’s been so long since she felt the comfort and safety that her best friend (or ex) emitted, it was Sunday, nothing to do but only relax and prepare for the following days to come.

As the pair slept peacefully wrapped around each other, the rain pouring, and the Kang’s patiently waiting downstairs for the pair to come down. In all honesty, no one wanted to bother the two, two years since they broke up, and maybe it was time to repair that tear. Sadly, all good things must come to an end, their friends decided to visit Haerin. Hyein had informed the others that there was a high chance of her sister staying over at the Kang residence. To say the least, it was a shock to the group to see the two cuddling, let alone be so vulnerable to each other. It didn’t go past Hyein as she took multiple pictures, it was a sight to see especially with it being 2 years of some form of tension. Minji woke YN up, Hanni with Haerin.

“mmhh… five more minutes.” “stop…”

“Wake up, unnies. I have blackmail material, remember.”

Hearing Hyein, the pair opened their eyes only to make eye contact. YN was clearly panicking, Haerin remained stiff and silent, nothing about their position or the lingering eyes were ok. Especially that Hyein had a bright smile on her face.

The day went on with the group cheering Haerin up, blocking Minwon on all their socials and avoided mentioning him or anything that was related to him. Hyein had pulled her sister aside for a bit, the group being too busy with Haerin that they didn’t notice the sisters were gone. YN had expected at some point after her breakup with Eunji that Hyein would interrogate her, ask her everything and her emotions.

“Unnie, are you ok?” was she? With everything that has happened in a span of three weeks, was she actually ok?

“I don’t know. I should be…”

“But?”

YN couldn’t look at Hyein, there was something holding her tears back, the screams, the way she felt the need to hurt or break something. She couldn’t. Not in front of Haerin.

“Hye… you know how much I love her. It’s just-”

“Complicated?”

The older Lee nodded, looking at the group only to see Haerin staring at them intently. She needed some outlet, some form of way to let her emotions out because she knew she shouldn’t jump right into it. Not when Haerin just got out of a relationship.

“Well… what do you want to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Unnie.” Hyein placed her hand on YN’s shoulders, looking intently at her sister. She knows this well enough that it was serious, there was no turning back to whatever Hyein had to say.

“Grieve if you have to, you never got the chance once things ended with Eunji. Let everything out, go on a walk, write it out. I’m scared to lose you again because of a relationship, unnie.”

One thing that Hyein learned was that YN bottles everything up. She watched her sister lose herself when things ended with Haerin, the same lifeless eyes but once in front of her first love, the spark was there. It was clear that YN never stopped loving her and when things ended with Eunji, someone she hoped would fill that hole, everything went dark. The older Lee tried her best to keep up the act, but Hyein noticed everything from how any trace of Eunji in her room was gone, replaced with things that reminded her of Haerin.

“Ok, I- I’ll find an outlet.”

“I’ll be here, unnie.”

After their conversation, after that day, there was a big shift within the group. Haerin ended things with Minwon in text and in person when he tried to talk to her. People started hating on the guy but there was still a large following of people who admire him, either way, Minwon was still determined to get Haerin back.

On the other side, YN was avoiding Haerin, the same way Haerin was avoiding her. Hyein took notice, spending her time with Haerin more as she could talk with YN at home. The group got too tired of the drift, the distance, both Minji and Hanni deciding to talk to the two privately. Minji was closer to YN, similarly Hanni was close with Haerin as well. It didn’t take long for Minji to visit the Lee sisters, confronting YN. Wanting to resolve whatever happened between the two because there was something else. Something a midst that neither Minji, Hanni, or Danielle could get a grasp of.

“YN, be honest. Why are you avoiding Haerin? Shouldn’t you be comforting her?” YN was not budging for the past 30 mins, somehow working out in their garage with her father’s punching bag.

“Minji, I wish I could tell you.”

“Then tell me.”

YN wanted to, she always wanted to tell people how much she loves Haerin. How much she thinks of the girl, how much she cares, and how much she wished she didn’t agree to end things years ago. Nothing came out. She kept throwing punches, faster and a bit unstable.

“Minji-unnie, she’ll tell you when she’s ready.”

“Hyein, you tell me.”

Hyein could only look at her sister in defeat, she wanted to fix things between YN and Haerin but she couldn’t do so if no one else knew why.

“YN l-“

“I love her, Minji.” One single blow, one hit, everyone fell silent. Minji wasn’t expecting the sudden confession, the way she simply uttered those words as if it were that easy. It explains a lot, from how YN never liked Minwon or how Eunji was always a second best compared to Haerin. Everything fell into place and Minji saw everything clearly.

“Why avoid her?”

“I wanted to process everything that’s happened within this month. Eunji and I broke up, Minwon has been cheating for who knows how long, and Hae… gosh. I’m causing more trouble and pain for her with this whole ordeal.”

Minji and Hyein looked at each other. One of them knew what to do, but she hoped to god that Hanni has the answer to it when they talk about it later. Minji took a deep breath, Hyein waiting patiently, and she finally let it out.

“Then fight for her. I’ve seen you threaten those boys when they made comments about the whole situation. You’re hiding your knuckles so clearly you threw a few punches. Avoiding Haerin wouldn’t fix anything.”

“But confessing that I still love her wouldn’t either.”

Minji was more surprised, what did she mean by still love her? There was something deeper within the pair. Hyein knew where this was going, Minji wouldn’t stop until everything was clear. The oldest of the three listened intently to YN talk about her relationship with Haerin from the very beginning.

“What do you mean by that…?”

“You think I didn’t fight for her? I did, for years I’ve defended her against those malicious comments from Minwon’s friends and the girls who were so into him.” YN threw a punch towards the punching bag, letting some frustration out. Then another, and another, until she started breaking down, slowly descending to the ground. Everything finally caught up to her and all she could do was wallow in the pain.

“I don’t know what to do… I want our relationship to go back to the way they were. I miss her so fucking much.” Minji and Hyein wrapped their arms around the girl, not knowing how long she’s felt this way but there was a sign that could lead them to somewhere both Haerin and YN could be happy.

“Continue fighting for her. Not in the shadows, not behind her back, fight for her as if your life depended on it. Tell her everything but be patient.”

She finally looked at the two, Hyein with a small smile and nodding to every word that Minji said while Minji gave her a reassuring smile that things would be fine. Having a new sense of hope, she listened intently. YN never realized how much of a leader Minji was until she said those words. Maybe it was time she actually fought back, fought for her and their relationship. This time would be different, this time she’ll wait patiently for Haerin to open her heart again in hopes that she’ll let her back in. God knows how much she misses and loves Kang Haerin.

At the same time, within the Kang household, where Hanni and Danielle confronted Haerin. She wouldn’t budge, playing with her frog plushies that mostly came from YN, or the way she’d look at her phone waiting for something but nothing came up. Hanni wouldn’t stop asking her why she’s avoiding YN and Danielle could only hold the older girl back.

“Haerin, just give us something to work with. YN has been your best friend since you were born, so why avoid her now?” Haerin was tired of the interrogation, Danielle was ready to call it a night, concluding that she wouldn’t say anything at all. That was it, Haerin was tired of hiding, she knows deep down she’s still in love with YN but Minwon and Eunji were in the picture.

“I don’t want her to be my best friend anymore.” The pair was taken aback, was this the end of their friendship? Was this the end of a generation-long bond that started years ago? They couldn’t believe what they were hearing and Hanni was close to ending it all, making all hell break loose until Haerin finally let the truth come out.

“I want her back, as my girlfriend.”

“Wait… BACK??? YOU MEAN?!”

Haerin told them everything, from how she met YN, how she fell, and how they remained friends. Clearly, there was still some tension that the entire group felt long before but never mentioned it. Hanni and Danielle knew everything in Haerin’s point of view, the same way Both Haerin and YN are glad to have friends like them, especially ones that are willing to fix things from a problem that started when they were kids. To say the least, it was slowly working that the two are trying to reconnect and fix their relationship.

The subtle way of YN walking with Haerin to school and going home together. How Haerin is sitting next to YN more and more as each day passes by, the lingering touches of their fingers and the way they both would stutter at each other. No one still made a move, no one admitted to their feelings and clearly Hanni wasn’t having it.They did the most stupid thing ever by locking the two in a closet at Minji’s place. Screaming along the lines of you don’t get out unless you talk things out.

Within the first three minutes, utter silence, nothing. They were used to it but this time, it was a bit awkward, a bit tense and yet there was comfort. Haerin decided to break the ice, she had to at some point.

“Uhm… Hanni mentioned you were the one that gathered everything to expose Minwon.” YN nodded, patting the space next to her for Haerin to sit, as it was going to be a long serious conversation. She doesn’t know where to start, how to start, because what would she tell her ex that she still loves her after all these years?

“Thank you for showing me his true colors.” Haerin could only look at the girl, eyes glossy, on the verge of crying. She missed this, the close proximity, being vulnerable, and just alone with YN.

“You know I’ll always fight for you, even before.” YN gave her a sad smile, reminiscing on their past relationship. Young, dumb, and stupid, as they would describe it but she was willing to fight for Haerin. She cares for the girl more than anyone else would.

“I-” “Uhm.”

YN let Haerin speak first, she always let the cat-like girl speak out before her own. She knows how easily influenced she can be if she confesses right away. The thing is, Haerin doesn’t know how to say it, what would she do just to say that she is still smitten by the same girl from when they were kids that she deemed as her prince charming.

“Do you think things would be different if we didn’t hide our relationship? If we were still together right to this moment, would we have changed?”

“Yeah, I think so, we’ve matured enough to know what we want and when we want it.”

The longing look in Haerin’s eyes, slowly reaching for YN’s hand only to intertwine it. There was no need to ask the question of whether they still love the other, no. Next thing YN knew was Haerin kissing her like their first time, slowly holding onto YN’s cheek and never letting her other hand go. Once they pulled away, YN could only look at Haerin’s eyes, she needs an answer.

“Hae… I don’t wanna fight your shadow.” Haerin knew that line all too well, she knew it by heart as it was YN’s way of telling her to fight for her, fight for us. I’m tired of hiding. Right from the very beginning, Haerin was still scared but willing to take the risk.

“Will you wait for me?”

“Always, Hae.”

#newjeans x reader #newjeans imagines #newjeans #haerin #kang haerin newjeans #haerin newjeans #haerin imagines #kang haerin x reader #new jeans #love you twice #lyt!yn

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alavestineneas · 1 year

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Alive

pairing: Johanna Mason x fem!reader

summary: Maybe, just maybe, being alive has its perks.

warnings: mentions of ptsd, trauma, panic attacks

District 7 slowly was coming alive—people returned to their work, children started roaming the streets again, and even the forest gradually became green. It seemed like the only one to stay grieving was Johanna. She never thought she was going to get better; the wounds were deeply engraved in her mind. But time passed, and they turned into annoying scratches—almost healed but still bleeding.

She had a new house now—the one the government gave her. Its bricked walls weren't overly hospitable, but Johanna had seen far worse than that. The house wasn't big, but it was close to the market and, more importantly, the hospital, so Johanna was fine with it. Here, her cherished isolation was disrupted by only one human being.

Mac was the loudest child Johanna had ever met. The boy, who was not older than ten, lived two houses away. On a mostly calm street, he raised hell every day with his old red bike. Sure, the little devil helped the old Ms. Lane get the milk from the market or get the letter to the post office quickly, but something about his loud laughter in the evening annoyed Johanna to no end.

Not Y/N, though. Johanna wondered how such vastly different people could live under the same roof. Ms. Lane called her ''Lovely Y/N'' and Johanna had to agree with the old lady for once. Y/N worked as a nurse; Johanna often saw her in the white halls of the hospital. She was just what Johanna loved about her District the most: someone with a big heart and working hands.

This type of people sang old songs in pubs after a day in the sawmill or chatted with their neighbours over a cup of tea on Sunday afternoons. The people Johanna remembered from her childhood, the people her parents and brothers once were. Y/N was just the type—she smiled more often than she frowned and laughed more than she argued.

It seemed distant to Johanna, like a tune she'd heard before but couldn't recall the words of. She doesn't belong among those people anymore. Not after all she went through. And every time Y/N appeared on the porch of Johanna's house with a warm smile, Johanna was reminded of that.

"Good evening, Miss Mason."

Y/N stands in front of her once again. She came right after work, a worn bag over her shoulder, a deep blue coat a size larger, hurriedly buttoned up. The little devil is also here; now, the boy shyly hides behind the woman, hiding his gaze.

''My name is Johanna.'' she clears. Johanna hates that she can't hold a civil conversation for once; her words definitely didn't sound polite.

''Yes, sorry. Johanna, I am so sorry about your flowerpot. Mac?"

''I'm sorry, Miss Johanna. It won't happen again.'' the boy mumbles, his head bowed in deep shame.

Oh, yes. This dumbass broke a flowerpot with his annoying ball this afternoon. To be fair, Johanna couldn't care less about that thing; it was empty anyway. Besides, she had a stupid habit of breaking everything in her house when angry, so sooner or later, the flowerpot would meet its fate.

''Don't worry about it,'' she mumbles, almost embarrassed to see Y/N's warm smile appear on her tired face once again.

''I thought we should buy you a new one, but I didn't know which one to choose. How about we go to the market on Sunday together, and I'll buy the one you want?''

Johanna freezes. The idea of going to the market on Sunday terrifies her. Then, most of the District gathers there. But if she doesn't agree, Y/N will think she hates her. Johanna can't allow it—the nurse is the only thing close to a friend that she has. Mason can't help but think how damn stupid it is not to be able to buy herself a pot. So, the choice is obvious.

''Sounds good!'' Johanna squeezes out. Her voice is harsh, but Y/N still nods.

''Great! At the corner at ten then.''

Y/N is already there when Johanna comes, and Mason feels at ease, distracted from anxious thoughts by a pleasant conversation. That is until they enter the square. It is noisy and too fast for her to keep up, and Johanna almost thinks of running away, but Y/N places a hand on her back.

''First, let's look at Greg's. They changed the aisle; it is closer to vegetables now.''

Johanna might feel like throwing up, but she still got her stupid pot and made Y/N laugh a couple of times, so, in her book, it is a win. Y/N seems to think so too. She takes two pieces of candy out of the bag.

''Would you like some? I stole it from Mac.''

''Do I look like a kid to you?'' Johanna resents.

She still takes it, of course. It's chocolate, for God's sake.

It is Friday; Y/N's shift ends fifteen minutes after Johanna's appointment with the doctor, so they walk home together. Y/N says she doesn't like walking alone, and Johanna almost believes her; after each session with a doctor, Mason leaves the room with bloodshot eyes. Of course, Y/N notices them too.

Johanna waits for her near a small shop on the corner, as she usually does. What is unusual are a few wet patches on the pavement. Johanna feels her heart drop. Its racing beat rings loud in her ears. Suddenly, the air doesn't want to enter her lungs anymore; Johanna grasps it again and again, feeling her knees weaken. Water drops had already found her head and shoulders, each one burning her skin.

That's how she is going to die, she thinks. The water slowly covers small holes in the road; Johanna's hands begin to tremble, chills covering them. She already can't feel her legs. Water, then electricity. Snow fucking got her. She can't escape him.

A pair of colorful shoes blocks the view of the road. Then, concerned eyes appeared in front of Johanna's. It's Y/N, Mason thinks; her figure is a slight blur. She says something, but it is quite hard to understand—the water is pouring down her face.

Johanna shakes her head. "I don't," she stutters, "I can't."

She loses Y/N's face again but feels her presence near. The woman places something cold in Johanna's hands, her voice ringing loudly in Mason's head.

"Breathe.''

And she does. In and out, in and out, until her vision isn't so clouded anymore and she can finally feel her sore legs. The rain doesn't stop, but it doesn't hit her anymore. Y/N is sitting beside her, holding an umbrella.

''Can you walk?'' she asks, her hair and clothes soaked.

Johanna only nods, feeling the usual sleepiness returning.

''Let's get you out of here then.''

Johanna sits on the old chair in the smallest kitchen she has ever seen. They are at Y/N's house. She is in a horrendous dress that Y/N made her change into; she can't remember the last time she wore one.

The owner of the house, if you could call it that, was nowhere to be found. Y/N claimed to go searching for the blanket, but it was highly suspicious—the house was too small for anything to get lost. Johanna wonders if she is calling the doctors now, or hiding in the bathroom with a knife in her trembling hands—the thought brings a smile to her face.

Still, she is not alone in the room—a pair of curious eyes watch her very carefully.

''Are you going to hide there all day?" she asks, annoyed.

The little devil leaves his not-so-well-thought-out hiding spot with a loud sigh. ''Y/N told me to leave you alone,'' he reveals. ''But you are at my house, so...''

The boy looks very confident in himself. He grabs a pear from the nearest bowl and slides onto the chair next to her. ''Why are you here?''

Johanna eyes him up and down. ''Your mom dragged me here, and I didn't have the heart to argue with such a beauty'', she shrugs.

''Mum?'' he exclaims, making a disgusted face. ''Ew! Y/N is my sister, you moron!''

''MAC!'' Y/N roars, returning to the room with a spare blanket. ''What did I say just two minutes ago?''

The boy rolls his eyes. ''Don't bother the guest.''

''And?'' Y/N looks at him sternly.

"And don't you fucking swear." Mac grins, stealing one more pear from the bowl before dodging the rag thrown at him.

Johanna snorts. "A lovely kid you have here."

Y/N sighs. ''He's a pain in the ass sometimes. But I can't really blame him. ''

Mason watches the woman place a kettle on the stove. She changed her wet clothes, but her hair is still damp. Y/N looks relaxed like this, even with a near maniac in her kitchen.

''Why are you raising him?'' Johanna looks at her curiously.

''Well, my parents were executed for supporting the rebellion. So there was not much of a choice.''

''I'm sorry.'' Johanna frowns.

She never thought about how much the revolution affected the people around her. Sure, the District was burned and bombed, but how many people lost their families as Y/N did? Like she did years ago?

''I like to think they were happy to die fighting.'' Y/N watches the droplet of water hit the window. ''You can stay for the night. I am leaving early, but Mac will be home.''

Johanna wants to argue, but frankly, Y/N is right. She can't even bring herself to look at the rain, let alone set foot outside.

''Thank you.''

Y/N nods. She doesn't talk anymore, deep in her thoughts. Johanna wonders what she has also missed.

''I had brothers too, you know. Two. Snow killed them after I won.'' Johanna bites her cheek, feeling her eyes water.

She had never told anyone before. None of the survivors

know where her family is, except for the doctor, but it wasn't really her choice to tell him.

''I miss them.''

''I do too.'' Y/N's eyes mirror hers - something in them makes Johanna's heart squeeze. ''Sometimes I think it should've been me. Mac would've been much happier without a sister than without parents.''

''Don't say that.'' Johanna scowls. ''You help a lot of people.''

Y/N chuckles. ''I don't do much. I am not a doctor.''

It's not what she meant, Johanna thinks but keeps her mouth shut. What did she mean by that anyway?

Johanna cleans for the first time in forever. It's refreshing, although she will never admit it. The weather is pleasant enough to keep the windows open, and Johanna thinks the sky is finally starting to clear. That's when she hears loud bangs on the door. There is only one person who knocks this loudly.

''What do you want, Mac?'' she asks, opening the door only to find a boy completely out of breath.

''Miss Mason, Y/N wondered if you could help us chop the wood?''

Johanna frowns. ''Is this why you were running here?''

''Yes.'' the boy nods.

Something doesn't add up, but Johanna has absolutely no wish to dig deeper; it's easier to say when Mac doesn't have something going on.

''Well, let me grab my axe.''

Johanna doesn't understand why the little devil keeps rushing her. Their house seems fine, with no fire or explosion in sight. When they approach, however, Johanna hears a familiar voice speak louder than usual.

''Mister Pitforest, I'm afraid I can't. I am working at that hour.''

''Oh, Y/N. Are you going to deny me the pleasure of your company? You know, my darling, it gets lonely these days without someone by my side.''

''I am very sorry to hear that, but I have to put food on the table.''

''Sweetheart, you don't have to worry about that. I will take good care of you and your brother—that's what old friends are for, right? So, what do you say?''

Johanna watches Mac's hands turn into fists when the man touches Y/N's shoulder. He is at least twice her age, if not older, and she is clearly uneasy.

''I believe she said no.''

Y/N turns to her, surprised. Johanna knows she probably looks like a mad woman with an axe in her hand and Mac hiding behind her. The axe feels natural in her grip - she still remembers how to use it properly.

''Y/N, don't tell me you know '', he motions toward Johanna, "her.''

''I do. Is there a problem?'' Y/N's face is stone cold, and Johanna can't help but think it was much more intimidating than a weapon in her hands.

''A problem? Y/N, she is a child killer! What would your poor father say to that?''

''And what would my father say to his friend trying to sleep with his daughter?"

The man's face grows red. ''I was trying to help you, ungrateful bitch.''

''One more word,'' Johanna warns.

The man throws a glance at her axe before quickly getting into the car. He is rich, Johanna thinks—not a lot of people can afford cars here. She watches the auto disappear in the next turn before turning to Y/N.

''You should've told me he was bothering you sooner.''

''He was a family friend.'' She shrugs. ''And a dick, apparently.''

Johanna chuckles. ''So, where's the wood?''

Y/N looks at her, confused. ''In the forest, I assume?''

''Mac told me you need help cutting it.''

Y/N laughs. ''That little shit.''

Johanna can't help but notice how pretty she looks like that.

''You don't look bad yourself, with an axe and everything. It suits you.''

Mason feels her legs take a step closer to Y/N, their eyes meeting.

''Can I?'' she asks, but Y/N is quicker; she presses her lips to hers.

It's calm. For the first time in years, Johanna feels calm. They pull away after a few moments, Y/N's arms still intertwined with hers—the one without an axe, of course.

''I haven't been hugged in years,'' Johanna admits.

''Well, that should feel nice then.''

They stay like this, just holding each other - as much as Johanna doesn't want to admit it, it does feel nice.

''Are you finished eating each other's faces?'' Mac asks, his eyes purposefully shut.

Johanna feels Y/N giggle in her chest. ''Tell him he has five seconds to run as far as he can.''

She smiles too, watching the boy vanish into the house. Maybe, just maybe, being alive has its perks.

#johanna mason #johanna mason x reader #johanna mason x you #johanna mason x y/n #thg #hunger games #wlw #imagine #ilovejohannasomuchandiwanthertobehappyforonce

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drtyelvisfantasy · 9 months

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Pink Cadillac ౨ৎ

Parings: austin!elvis x reader

*50s austin!elvis

Summary: Elvis invited you to his house for a joyful ride around town in his Pink Cadillac, where the two of you enjoy each other’s presence

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It was a sunny day in Memphis, Tennessee, and you found yourself standing in front of Graceland, the iconic home of the legendary Elvis Presley. Elvis had met you at Club Handy one night on Beale Street, that night he ended up inviting you to his house the next day. Little did you know that this visit would turn into an unforgettable day.

As you entered the gates, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and reverence. Graceland was even more magnificent up close. When you arrived Elvis was waiting for you on his front porch. “Hi there darlin’, how are ya?”, Elvis greeted you. Elvis took your hand gently in his and led you inside his house, you were in awe of how big Graceland was and how many rooms there were. Elvis gave you a tour of his house, he showed you his kitchen, his TV room, and the jungle room.

“And here is where I spend most of my time”, Elvis said in his southern drawl. “Wow this is beautiful”, you said in awe. You and Elvis decided to sit and relax in the living room for a little bit and chat. Elvis and you were taking about each others childhoods and interest, and what dreams you would want to accomplish.

After the tour and a small chat, you decided to explore the grounds a bit more on your own. As you wandered around, you stumbled upon the famous pink Cadillac parked near the front entrance. It was a beauty, and you couldn't resist taking a closer look. Just as you were admiring the car, the front door of his house swung opened and there stood Elvis.

“There you are, satnin', I was looking for ya" Elvis greeted you with a charming smile. “Oh hi, I didn’t see you there”, you said with a small laugh. "I see you couldn't help your fascination with my ride. Fancy a cruise around town?"

You blinked, unsure if you were dreaming or if this was really happening. "Really?" you managed to stammer.

Elvis chuckled, slipping into his flirty personality effortlessly. "Well, darlin', what kind of man would I be if I didn’t give a beautiful girl like you a ride around town. And you, my dear, are my special guest."

Heat rushed up to you cheeks causing you to blush as your heart raced with excitement as you climbed into the passenger seat. The Cadillac's engine roared to life, and you set off on a ride around town with the one and only Elvis Presley.

As the pink Cadillac glided through the streets, Elvis serenaded you with his golden voice. You couldn't believe your luck. The wind tousled your hair as you sang along, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.

As the ride continued, Elvis shared more stories about his life, his music, and his fans. You listened intently, hanging onto his every word. His passion for music was contagious, and you found yourself falling even more in love with him.

Hours flew by, and you eventually found yourselves parked near the Mississippi River, watching the sun set over the water. Elvis turned to you, his eyes filled with genuine warmth and love.

After a couple more hours near the Mississippi River, the sky got dark indicating that it was time to head home. You and Elvis hoped back in the pink Cadillac heading home, Elvis decided it would be a good idea to drop you back off to your house.

As you arrived at your house, Elvis walked you to your front door. "You know, darlin', this has been a nice day. Thank you for spending it with me and keeping me company."

Touched by his words, you smiled. "No, thank you, Elvis. This has been a dream come true. I'll cherish this day forever."

Elvis leaned in closer, as his face is getting close to yours, Elvis pressed his soft pink lip’s against yours. After the passionate kiss the two of you shared, Elvis then looks at you with his voice softening, "I’d love to do this again sometime, darlin', maybe a date?.” You were stunned that one of the most famous singers in the world asked you out on a date and kissed you!. “Of course Elvis, I’d love that!”, you said with excitement.

With a final, heartfelt goodbye, you watch Elvis as he steps into the pink Cadillac, watching as he blew you a kiss and drove away into the night. As you stood there, knowing your life had been forever changed, you couldn't help but feel so giddy and excited. You knew that you were definitely going to dream about him tonight.

#elvis presley x reader #elvisaaronpresley #elvis presley x you #elvis presley fluff #50s elvis #elvis presley #austin!elvis x reader #austin butler fluff #austin butler x reader #austin butler #austin!elvis fluff

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wolffapex · 1 year

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a little treat

→ you’re a writer and you have two days to deliver the first chapters to your newest book but having inspiration to do it… so toto wolff gives you a little treat to help you. → words counting: 2,8k → warnings: smut → khai’s note: this is my first time writing smut in english and on tumblr. hope you guys like it! my askbox is always open for requests and to chat :)

You pushed the MacBook away, removed your glasses from your face and left them on the table anyway before covering your face with your own hands, allowing a muffled grunt to escape your lips.

Being a writer was not an easy task and you knew it, but it was what you loved to do most in your entire life and the area you had found yourself in. With several books published and awarded, you had the recognition you always dreamed of, but none of that stopped you from feeling extremely frustrated at that exact moment.

The physical calendar on the wall right in front of you only served to remind you that you were two days away from handing in four chapters of your next book to your editor and you hadn't even managed to finish the second. You hated not being able to meet the deadlines that were set and the writer's block gave rise to a huge sense of frustration within you.

— Everything is fine?

Toto had just arrived on the first floor when he heard your lamentation, as the office you two shared in the house was next to the stairs that led to the second floor of the house.

As you were two people with different commitments and goals in your work, you knew very well what each one had ahead of you for the week and he knew exactly that you were close to having to deliver chapters of your next book.

— Dear? — he tried again, but this time approaching you and placing both hands on your shoulders, being careful not to scare you. — What is happening?

You pulled your face away from his hands when you felt his caress on your shoulders, allowing his body to relax into the chair and letting your hands fall into your lap. You just loved the power it had to make all problems go away in a simple way.

— I have four chapters due in two days, but I haven't even finished the second one. you sighed.

— Is there no way to ask for more time? — his hands moved to your shoulders, massaging the spot in an attempt to help ease the tension that gripped his body.

— That would delay the remainder of the schedule. — you replied — As I insisted on launching the project this year, things got a little tight.

You knew it would be a difficult task to deliver a book for release later that year, even more so with the fact that it was less than five months away from the end. All dates, deliveries and meetings were planned in a minimum amount of time so that everything went smoothly and there was no possibility of errors or delays.

You kind of had no choice for your lack of inspiration. You needed to find inspiration somehow or you would end up not delivering the project and consequently ending the year in the worst possible way at your job.

— Is there anything I can do to help you?

— Can you get me inspired to write three more chapters in forty-eight hours?

Toto stopped moving his hands and you sighed because of that, already missing the contact, but grateful that you needed to get back to your work — or try to do something else.

— No, but I can try if you want.

— I appreciate the help, dear. — you laughed — But you don't have to worry.

You got up from your chair, looking for your computer and glasses, facing Toto and smiling in his direction.

— I'm going to work in the garden, maybe that will help me.

He nodded, kissing your lips softly and you left the office, heading down the hall towards the back of your house in Oxfordshire which had a large garden. Despite the cold, sitting in one of the armchairs on the porch, observing the greenery and the outdoors could be just what you needed at that moment.

Inside the house, Toto was still standing in the office because an idea had appeared in his mind to be able to help you. For him, the best way to meet a deadline like his was to be relaxed enough that only that might be able to make you write everything you needed to.

The austrian returned to the room to be able to prepare everything he had in mind. He filled up the tub, put in some of the bath salts you loved, lit some scented candles, and dimmed the room light, getting everything exactly the way he knew you liked it.

In the garden, you had only managed to write a paragraph and your mind sabotaged you to make you believe that it was rubbish. While you internally discussed whether or not you should delete it, the austrian pushed the door that separated the environments and took a few seconds to observe you, smiling widely.

— Honey… — you turned your face, finding him nearby — I need you to come with me.

— Did something happen?

— I prepared something for you.

— Something for me?" — you laughed — What did you do, Toto?

In response, he held out his hand towards you and you set your notebook aside, taking your husband's hand and allowing him to guide you through the interior of the house you shared, feeling more and more anxious to know what he was doing. have done.

— Why are all the lights in the house off? — you asked, but all you got in response was a weak chuckle from your husband.

You two went up the stairs towards the second floor and, as soon as you entered the suite you shared, he let go of your hand, stopping in front of you and turning his body to face you.

— I need you to take off your clothes, honey.

— Toto… — you said, surprised by the request — or the order.

— I can take it off for you if you want. — he shrugged because it wasn't one of the worst jobs in the world, but it was definitely his favorite, and you knit your eyebrows together as you watched him walk over to start taking off your shirt.

— What are you doing, Torger?

— You said you wanted to be more inspired. — he paused, pulling your shirt up and discarding it across the room before sealing his lips to yours. — I've set out your favorite rose wine, filled the tub, added those salts you like and I'm ready to get you completely inspired tonight.

— Darling, you didn't have to... — he interrupted your sentence, joining his lips to yours once more while one of his hands began to open the buttons of the pants you were wearing, letting the piece of clothing slide down your legs.

— Of course I had to. — he smiled — I promised that I would do everything in my power, and then some, to make you happy, darling.

You nodded, letting a goofy smile play on your lips at the care he had for you. That had been one of the thousands of reasons that made you fall in love with Toto.

— Now, let's take your clothes off.

You hurried to get rid of the pieces, which made him laugh, stopping to help you so he could just watch you. You couldn't miss the glint in his eyes when you were stark naked in front of him… It was like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

— Do you like what you see, Mr Wolff? — you joked.

— I love it, Mrs. Wolff.

Toto smirked, approaching to kiss you and took advantage of the proximity to lightly squeeze one of your breasts, making you moan in the middle of the kiss.

He walked away, taking your hand and leading you into the bathroom, where there were more candles lit and the tub was duly ready for you. You could smell the flavorings and salts he had thrown in.

Toto helped you to get into the bathtub and you closed your eyes when you saw that he had left the place. You took advantage of that silent and calm bath he had prepared, taking a few minutes just for you, without thinking about anything you had to write. It was a moment of peace with yourself.

— Schatz… — his voice made you open your eyes —I brought you some wine.

You smiled, reaching for the glass of wine and saw a delicate smile on his lips, as if he was genuinely happy that you were enjoying everything he had prepared.

— Are you enjoying it?

— I would like it better if you were here with me.

— Today is about you, honey. — he said — Enjoy your relaxing bath and I'll be back in a few minutes.

You nodded in agreement, even though you wanted him to stay there longer, if only to look at you. But, you also knew that you needed to enjoy a moment like that, even more so because he had thought and prepared for you.

In the bedroom, Toto was making the bed, which was the second part of what he had thought of. The light was low and the atmosphere had some candles to bring a more romantic mood for the two of you to enjoy.

Minutes later, he returned to the bathroom, pulling you out of your moment and helping you out of the tub carefully so you didn't end up slipping. He removed the glass from your hands, handing you a towel so you could dry off and stared at you for some time before approaching slowly.

The way your lips touched in that instant made a shiver run through your entire body and you let go of the towel so that you could hug him around the neck. The austrian's hands roamed over your body, squeezing your ass, gluing your body to his so you could feel his cock as you sank deeper and deeper into the kiss you shared.

Blindly, Toto made you walk backwards, leaning your body against the sink and breaking the kiss so that he began to distribute a series of kisses along your jaw. He moved his lips down your neck, taking the opportunity to bite a little of the skin and his hands roamed freely and shamelessly all over your body, getting lost among your breasts, your belly and on the way to your pussy.

A ravenous moan escaped your lips when you felt his fingers in the space between your legs and automatically your hands tugged at his hair, feeling Wolff's smile against your skin.

The circular movements started, making you close your eyes so you could give yourself completely to him, especially when your husband's lips met your breast. That was the paradise you loved so much.

The fingers entered and left you the way you loved, torturing you at the necessary times and with the hand of his hand brushing your clit in the way he knew would take you to your climax in no time.

Your eyes fluttered open as he pulled back, stopping all movement, and you could have sworn you were about to cry in frustration, but he chuckled before kissing you once more.

— Toto… — you called him.

— Say it, schatz…

— Please.

He smiled, shaking his head and you saw the moment he crouched down in front of you. His eyes closed again when he spread your legs apart, already anticipating what would come next, but first he blew on your pussy, sending a new shiver through your body before touching the spot with his mouth.

His body arched back and his hand went blindly into his hair as he felt his tongue roam the length of it. It was delicious because he knew exactly what you liked and what he had to do… Toto had you in his hands.

The ball of pleasure in his belly was getting bigger and bigger and you knew it was going to be burst at any moment. Moans escaped your lips without fear and his hand in his hair pulled hard so that he could discount in some other way all the sensations that hovered over your body.

When Toto slipped a finger into your pussy, you squinted, parting your lips to let out a longer moan.

— Yes, Toto… — you said — Please.

You knew you didn't have to ask because he would give it to you, but your mind couldn't reason that that was the obvious. Only pleasure was all that was on your mind because that's all you felt in that moment. But most importantly, it was everything you needed.

Toto pulled his mouth away from your pussy when he felt the way you contracted against his fingers because he knew the moment was close. Your breathing was interrupted, your eyes narrowed and your moans showed that there was little left.

He knew you very well.

— Yes, my little girl. — he murmured — My little girl is going to come on my fingers, isn't she?

All you could do at that moment was nod your head frantically in agreement as your body was no longer ruled by your mind, but pleasure alone.

You needed it.

Toto smiled at the scene he had right before his eyes. The sweat pouring down your forehead, your breasts swaying and the way you squirmed under his touch…. Perfect.

— Come on, love.

The bubble in your belly seemed to burst.

Your feet buckled, your body arched and a loud moan escaped your lips in that instant, filling the entire room while your mind was a big blur.

Wolff smiled completely satisfied, continuing to move his fingers inside you to prolong your orgasm for a little while longer and you moved your hips enjoying that wonderful sensation before feeling your body relax, going back to meet the sink.

You opened your eyes slowly, sighing when he withdrew his fingers from inside you, finding the image of your husband sucking your fingers completely wet from your cum with a smirk smile.

He was perfect.

You loved him so much.

Especially when he gave you an orgasm like that.

He knew exactly what was going through your head at that moment. Toto knew you wouldn't stop there, but he couldn't stop teasing you because it was one of his favorite things to do. Then, with a smile on his face, before you, still recovering, he asked:

— Do you think you're ready to write what's left?

#toto wolff #toto wolff fic #toto wolff fanfic #toto wolff smut #formula one smut #f1 smut #toto wolff oneshot #f1 one shot #formula one oneshot

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drunkenlionwrites · 1 year

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If it’s not too much to ask could I get some comforting/protective Vash? Something really awful happened recently and it made me feel really powerless and scared so my heads been like. backward since and idk vash is my go-to comfort blorbo and your writing is lovely ;u; thank you 💕

Protective and comforting Vash Hi nonnie! Of course, I hope you are okay and feel better now. Whatever has happened, know that it's not your falut and I empathise and know how it sucks to feel powerless. Here is some Vash blurbs to help comfort you. I went with Trimax Vash, cause have you seen the man when he's in a full protective mode? Phew Warnings: hurt/comfort, g/n reader, a biiit of s/a if you squint, but it's generally fluffy

You and Meryl stood by the bar deciding on what to get to drink a bit before going to bed. You just wanted to stay up later and gossip, while Milly, Nicholas and Vash were already upstairs in the rented rooms the bar has also offered.

While you were idly chatting and sipping on your drinks, you've felt someone touching your waist from behind, upon turning your head back, you saw a disgusting smile, with some teeth rotten black and felt the warm putrid breath on your face. He just giggled and continued coming closer and closer to you.

You were disgusted, but for some reason, you froze to your seat and couldnt do anything: maybe cause you've been a bit tipsy already, on top of being really exhausted the past few days, so you've been really dumbfounded and didn't act quickly.

You've heard Meryl's bickering on the backgound and her trying to pry the man's arms off of you, but everything felt like you were in a haze, it was really awful. All you've wanted was just to have a little bit of rest...and it came to this now

Suddenly, a splash of red flickered in fornt of your face, you blinked several times and all you could see now was Vash's broad back in front of you.

He wasn't even in his goofy "let's not get angry everyone" mood, he just twisted the man's arm in the way you could hear the crunch of his tendons and just said "let them go and get out of here after you've done with a drink. And I wouldn't bring anymore attention to it in your place, my guy"

You couldn't see his expression, but his words were quiet and menacing. You thought you're lucky you were not on the receiving end of it. Vash nodded to Meryl once he let go of the goon's hand and turned to you, instantly his face was adorned with the softest of the smiles. He placed his hands on your shoulders, leaned down to you and asked "You okay?"

You finally felt so relieved and so so tired and disgusted at the man, and at your inaction all at once, so you simply went limp in his arms sobbing quietly "I'm sorry"

He gently grabbed you and scooped you close to his chest and went out of the bar. "Let's breathe some fresh evening air, right?" He awkwardly laughed a bit, trying to bring you back from your stupor.

He sat at the porch of the bar/inn where you were staying, and you were still curled in his arms. He put his chin on your head, hugging you closer to himself. "You're fine now. Just breathe and look at the moons as long as you need to calm down, okay? Your personal guard till the end of the night is Vash the Stampede himself, and that counts for something!"

You could feel his breathing and the beating of his heart with your back and it has calmed you down in some time. "Thanks... and sorry, I guess. I caused the trouble..." you murmured.

"The only one who caused the trouble is that drunk pig at the counter, okay? And also me, cause I am supposed to protect my friends when they're in need and I was late...and don't just counter me here with anything, okay?" he chuckled. "Just breathe. The chilly evening air is refreshing, aint it?"

Once again, you couldn't see his face and you couldn't understand all the undertones in his voice. Vash was such an enigma to you. But you've felt safer here, on a dirty porch near the bar full of drunk and not so nice people, just sitting in the Vash's arms, lulled by his steady breathing and a weight of his head on yours.

"Thank you" you said sincerely. You couldn't have seen it, but you've felt Vash smiling looking into the night sky.

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c-e-d-dreamer · 1 year

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Like Good Neighbors Do

A/N: It's officially the last day of @nestaarcheronweek. It's definitely sad to see a great week of content come to an end, but I hope everyone has enjoyed it as much as me :) @dustjacketmusings and the bookclub get full credit for this idea, and I would like to thank all 200 of you who voted in my poll to decide who should break their face. In the end, I did decide maybe they both should be shirtless after all ;) Enjoy!

Link to AO3

Cassian tugs at the waistband of his shorts, shifting and maneuvering the fabric until it lies just how he wants it across his hips. Low enough that it shows off his v lines, but high enough that he won’t get any angry calls from the Neighborhood Watch Group. He turns slightly in front of his bedroom mirror, examining how the hem of his shorts fall, admiring how the red fabric sits on his thighs. His quads are definitely on full display. It’s perfect. Maybe he’ll have to thank Mor for this Solstice gag gift after all.

He grabs a hair tie from his dresser, scraping back the curls of his hair and pulling them into a messy bun away from his face. He pads down the stairs and grabs his shoes next, lacing them up quickly and heading for the door. Before his hand closes around the doorknob, though, a thought strikes him. He quickly drops to the ground and does a dozen push-ups, rolling onto his back and doing a quick set of crunches next. He hops back to his feet, glancing down at his chest, his abs, flexing his arms to look at his biceps. It definitely did the trick. He’s ready now.

With a determined nod, Cassian yanks open his front door and jogs down the front steps of his porch. He turns right when he reaches the sidewalk, keeping his pace light, almost slow. He makes sure he keeps his head forward, doesn’t turn to look, doesn’t give himself away, no matter how much the desire to thrums beneath his skin. But he still checks, out of his periphery. He still waits to catch a hopeful glimpse of her staring.

Maybe today her jaw will slacken at his apparel of choice for his run. Maybe he’ll even get to hear the sound of her gasping softly floating on the breeze as he runs past her house. Maybe, if he’s really lucky, she’ll call out his name. He’d love to hear his name fall past those lips again. They can chat again. Start with menial stuff like the warm weather. Cassian can ask her what book she’s reading today. She’ll ask if he wants to come inside and—

Cassian is so caught up in the web of images his mind has begun to spin that it takes him a moment too long to realize that the porch next door is actually empty. She’s not there.

Nesta Archeron isn’t there.

Cassian stops and turns to face the house completely, frowning. It’s near identical to his own, pale blue siding to his yellow, and on her porch, a swing dangles from two chains hooked to the ceiling. And every Saturday, ever since the days have gotten longer, ever since the weather has turned from cold and biting to warm and breezy, Nesta has spent her afternoons sitting on that swing with her legs curled up and a book balanced on her knees. It’s given Cassian the perfect excuse to see her recently, to talk to her, to continue their neighborly games.

To say that Cassian has been a goner for Nesta Archeron since the day she moved in last fall, would be an understatement.

He still remembers that first day. He had seen the moving truck pull up first, and then he’d seen the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid his eyes on. Her face was all cool and cutting angles, eyes piercing even from his window next door, a willowy dancer build clear beneath her sweater, as she strode up the front walkway of the house, shoulders back and head held high. Her hair looked like burnished gold in the low, autumn sun, braided around her head like a crown. And she had looked like a queen, barking orders to the movers about what to put where.

Cassian had walked next door the next day, ready to use being a good neighbor and welcoming her to the neighborhood as the perfect excuse to talk to her, to learn her name. She’d taken one look at the plate of cookies in his hand and asked him what was wrong with him, informed him that no sane person actually liked oatmeal raisin cookies. It had lit a fire that blazed through Cassian’s veins that he still had yet to douse, that left him going back for more. He lived for the spark that glinted in her blues before she rolled them. Lived for the way the corner of her lips would twitch up with a hidden smile before she scoffed. Lived for the teasing and the taunts and the way his chest felt the first time he made her laugh.

And now, she’s not even here to appreciate his outfit. Or lack thereof.

Cassian’s eyes dance around her porch, looking for a clue that maybe she just stepped inside for a moment, but there’s no book sitting on the swing, no glass sitting on the small outdoor side table. The only thing on Nesta’s porch is a small package placed just beside the door. It has Cassian’s frown growing. Maybe she’s not home?

With a soft sigh, Cassian turns back on the sidewalk, prepared to finish his run regardless, but he barely makes it a step before he recognizes the small, dark colored sedan in the driveway. It’s Nesta’s car, which means she’s definitely home. He glances back toward the front door again. Should he wait her out? He doesn’t want to look like a creeper, doesn’t want her to step outside just to see him standing here dumbly.

He huffs and shakes his head, picking up the pace and starting into a full run after all.

The entirety of the eight mile loop Cassian does on the weekend, he thinks about Nesta. Maybe she’ll be back out on her front porch when he heads back toward his house. Maybe it’ll be better if she sees him after his run anyways. He’s certainly worked up a sweat under the afternoon sun. He just hopes his hair hasn’t gotten too unruly and frizzy from the exertion. But of course, the entire idea relies on Nesta being on her porch when he gets back.

So as Cassian starts on the final two miles of his run, he starts to formulate a backup plan, starts to think about what he’ll do if Nesta isn’t on her front porch. It would be so easy, an easy story, an easy lie. She’d never know, and he could still talk to her today. By the time he’s jogging past Nesta’s still empty porch, the decision is made.

He takes a moment to breathe, to cool down his thundering heart after his run. One last deep, heaving breath, this one more for nerves than anything, and he rolls his shoulders, walking up the front path and the front steps to Nesta’s house. He glances over both shoulders, ensuring there’s no neighbors lurking, watching, and when he’s sure the coast is clear, he bends down and grabs the package waiting for Nesta. He tucks it neatly under his arm, clears his throat, and raises a fist, knocking on her front door.

Hello, Nes. Your package accidentally got delivered to my house.

Hey, sweetheart. Looks like the mailman got the address wrong.

I have your package. Can I come in?

As the seconds continue to tick by in silence, Cassian frowns. He tries knocking again, but still, there’s no answer. He leans over to peek in one of the front windows, squinting through the pane and trying to spot any hint of golden brown hair, of blue eyes.

“Nesta, it’s Cassian. Are you here?” Cassian tries calling through the door.

He waits another minute before stepping back down off the porch. He follows the large, round pavers that are inlaid in the grass around the side of the house. He’s just reached the fence that winds around Nesta’s backyard, reaching over the gate to unlock and open it, when he finally spots her.

Nesta has a blanket strewn out in the grass under the sun. She’s laying on her stomach, knees bent and legs swinging back and forth aimlessly while she reads the book perched between her hands. She has on a pair of black biker shorts, the fabric tight and short where it rides up her thighs. Cassian’s eyes trace the line of her body, along her legs, over her ass, up her back.

His attention snags on her hair, on the fact that her hair is down. It’s the first time he’s ever seen it this way, falling in soft waves over her shoulders and down her spine. It’s beautiful and steals the breath straight from his lungs, his heart skittering between his ribs. He wonders what it would take for Nesta to let him run his fingers through those strands.

Before Cassian can truly spiral about seeing Nesta with her hair down, she pushes up onto her left hand. She uses her right hand to brush her hair over her shoulder and to her back, and Cassian realizes that she isn’t wearing a shirt. She isn’t wearing anything other than those black biker shorts. He takes in her full breasts, the perfect size to fit in his large palms, and his mouth goes dry. He wants to feel the weight of them in his hands, wants to knead them, wants to get his mouth on those dusty rose nipples.

The next thing that Cassian knows, he’s losing his balance. He must have unlatched the lock without realizing, must have put too much weight onto the gate in his dazed state, because suddenly the ground is coming to meet him. He tries to splay his arms, but with the package still in his grasp, he can’t quite brace himself. His face smacks straight into one of the stone pavers, and Cassian swears that he can hear the distinct crunch of his nose. Pain flares and radiates across his face, and he lets out a pained groan, rolling onto his side and clutching at his nose.

“Cassian?”

Cassian blinks open his eyes to find Nesta now standing above him. She has one arm crossed across her chest, covering herself, her face bewildered as she stares down at him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Nesta demands, face twisting into a scowl.

“Package?” Cassian wheezes out, just the one word sending another jolt of pain through his face. He pulls himself up into a sitting position, blood beginning to trickle between his fingers.

“You’re bleeding all over my patio.”

“So sorry, sweetheart,” Cassian drawls, pressing against his nose to try and stop the bleeding. “Any chance you have a towel handy?”

Nesta scoffs and rolls her eyes, but she vanishes inside her house. When she steps back outside again, Cassian is only slightly disappointed to see that she’s thrown on an oversized tee, but she tosses a dish towel at him. He balls it up and presses it against his nose, mopping up the blood as best he can.

“So, do you plan on telling me what exactly you’re doing in my backyard?” Nesta asks again, crossing her arms.

“I was just bringing you your package…” Cassian starts, pulling the towel away enough that he can see how bad it is.

“The package you stole, you mean? I have a Ring camera.”

Cassian winces and instantly regrets it. “Was just trying to help, sweetheart.”

Nesta hums, but it’s clear from the sound that she doesn’t quite believe him. Her eyes narrow, eyebrows dipped low, as she assesses him, as her attention sweeps over his frame. Cassian watches the exact moment she realizes his current state of dress. Those blue eyes widen slightly, lips pinching together for a moment. The smallest dusting of pink scatters across her cheeks, and her throat works as she swallows.

A smirk starts to tug at Cassian’s lips, pride swelling in his chest at his having an effect on her, at his shorts working after all, but it’s another movement that he instantly regrets. Slowly, he lifts his fingers to his nose, carefully pressing and feeling along the ridge.

“I think it’s broken,” Cassian murmurs, dropping both his hands back into his lap. “How does it look?”

“Do you want me to be honest or do you want me to lie?” Nesta taunts, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow. “It’s certainly an improvement to your face.”

“What if I wanted you to be honest?”

Nesta scoffs and shakes her head, but even with the pain making his eyes water, Cassian can see the barely concealed amusement in her face. The way her eyes glint extra blue under the sun, the way she presses her lips more firmly like that will fight back the fond smile.

“Glad to see that despite breaking your nose, your ego is still fully intact.”

“I heard women like a rugged man with scars. Isn’t that what’s in all those smutty books you’re always reading?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I’d certainly love to help you reenact one.”

Nesta throws her head back, and there’s Cassian’s favorite sound. Light and breathy, her laugh is truly his favorite melody. It takes the pain of his broken nose to stop his wide grin in response, but there’s no stopping the way his heart swells, the warmth that blooms through his veins, twining like vines around his limbs just like that sound.

“You’re insufferable,” Nesta teases, although there’s no real bite behind the words.

“Any chance of you helping my insufferable self to the ER? I don’t think I can drive.”

“Fine, but if you bleed all over my car too, I’ll kill you.”

Carefully, Cassian pushes himself back up to his feet. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

Thankfully, the ER isn’t too busy, and they don’t have to wait too long before Cassian is taken back. They reset the bones of his nose and splint it, the nurse carefully taping and bandaging everything in place once the doctor is finished.

“The doctor prescribed some painkillers, and you can ice it for the swelling, but you should be all set,” the nurse explains, handing over the script to Cassian. “You just need to sign the discharge papers, and then your girlfriend can take you back home.”

“Oh, I’m not—”

“Thank you,” Cassian cuts Nesta off, nodding to the nurse who offers one last friendly, if not a bit awkward, smile before vanishing to grab the paperwork. He can feel Nesta glaring at him now, but he lets her stew another few moments before finally turning to her. “I should thank you too, for driving me.”

Nesta’s gaze softens then. “Well, I couldn’t just leave you to bleed out in my backyard, could I? I was being neighborly.”

“You should let me properly thank you too,” Cassian dares to push, smiling when Nesta fondly rolls her eyes.

“Why do I have the feeling your idea of ‘properly thanking me’ involves some sort of innuendo?”

“Oh, no. We’d save that later. I was actually just thinking dinner? I’ll cook and everything. You wouldn’t even have to leave your house.”

Cassian watches, entranced as Nesta’s eyes narrow slightly, as her bottom lip finds home between her teeth. Say yes, say yes, say yes, echoes like a chant, a prayer, inside his mind. It’s a plea that thrums in time with the pounding of his heart. With every second that passes, he feels like he can’t breathe, anticipation prickling along his skin, squeezing inside his lungs.

“Alright, but I expect dessert too.”

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agent-whiskeys-sweetheart · 1 year

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Take It Out On Me

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Wife!Reader

Summary: After Ransom finds out that he’s been cut from Harlan’s will, you offer to let him take out his frustrations on you.

Warnings: SMUT, consensual somnophilia (reader leaves a note giving consent), some anal play, rough unprotected sex, facefucking, oral (male receiving), degrading language, mentions of murder.

A/N: I just got around to watching Knives Out and Ransom totally stole the show for me. I’ve never been much of a Chris Evans girl until this movie. Now I am all in. Hope you enjoy lovelies!

“That’s why I smoke weed!” Fran finishes her story with an obnoxious laugh to which you simply force a smile and nod. As your eyes flick around the room you plot your escape. You suddenly spot Richard and Linda standing across the parlor looking bored. Surely they would offer some safety from this drag of a conversation.

“Well, it’s always good to chat with you Fran. I’m gonna go bother my in laws for a few.” You add with a chuckle, trying to maintain the humor as you step away. The moment you do you can feel your face drop into a scowl. It would be an understatement to say that you didn’t enjoy spending time with your husband’s family. These were the most disingenuous people you had ever had the displeasure of spending time with. The only reason you put up pretenses was for the sake of your husband and even he didn’t like them all that much.

“Richard. Linda.” You greet them formally. As you do you extend a hand to them which they reluctantly take. It was no secret that they weren’t your number one fans. When Ransom brought you home to meet them it had been awkward to say the least. See, you didn’t come from money like Ransom did. Your family had always been poor. Therefore his parents felt you were “wrong” for him. Snobs. You thanked your lucky stars that Ransom didn’t give a shit what his family thought or else you might never have gotten married.

“How are things, Y/N?” Linda asked with false interest. Before you could answer her half hearted inquiry you were interrupted by the sound of your husband’s booming voice coming from the study.

“Are you goddamn insane?” Everyone in the room stopped, turning in the direction of the yelling. Shortly after, the door to the study came flying open and you saw Ransom grab his coat and storm for the front door. He was out of the house before you could blink.

“Well, thank you for a lovely party. Excuse me.” You said to them both before rushing to the front hallway, snatching your coat off the rack, and following your husband out of the house. When you stepped onto the porch Ransom was already in his Beemer, impatiently waiting. You ran down the front steps and flung the car door open, quickly fastening yourself into your seat as he sped out of the driveway. He drove way too fast, completely silent. It wasn’t difficult to tell he was absolutely seething. Ransom had always been prone to anger but whatever his grandfather told him really had him pissed off.

“Are you gonna tell me what just happened?”

“No.” He said frankly, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

“Maybe I should drive.” You suggested.

“I’ve got it.” He said, brushing off your concern. It felt like it only took half the time it normally did before the two of you were home. Ransom didn’t wait up for you as he made his way inside, leaving you standing outside by yourself. You followed him into the house, dropping off your things in the doorway. When you found him he was sitting on the couch in the living room, bouncing his leg rapidly.

More than anything, you just wanted to make him feel better. You hated seeing him like this. However, you knew he needed time. With a deep sigh you walk over to stand in front of him before leaning down to give his cheek a small peck. As you start to walk away he catches your wrist in his hand, stopping your movements.

"I'm gonna make this right. I promise." You didn't know what he was referring to since you had only caught the tail end of his and Harlan's conversation. However, you knew that he always kept his promises.

"I know you will." You reassure him before walking away, heading back for the bedroom. After his heartfelt words you half expected him to follow you but he didn't. He stayed seated on the couch, folding his hands in his lap. He watched you leave the room. As soon as you were gone, he headed for the front door. It wouldn’t be the first time he had left the house without a word. He was sure that you would hear the door opening and closing but he couldn’t let that stop him. What he had to do next was essential.

The plan had formulated in his head on the drive home. There was an overwhelming sense of clarity in his mind as he realized what he must do to reverse his grandfather’s actions. He had to, not just for himself but for you. Without that inheritance he wouldn’t be able to keep you in comfort and luxury. Therefore, he was going to do what was necessary to make sure that money ended up in his hands.

It felt like it took forever for him to arrive at his grandfather’s home. He had parked his car out of sight of the security cameras and hiked up towards the house, making sure to avoid the muddy paths along the way. Everything fell into place like clockwork. When he had finally reached the trellis on the side of the house he scaled it effortlessly, sneaking in through the secret passage in the hall. His grandfather’s study wasn’t far from there. As soon as he stepped inside he searched for Marta’s medical bag. It wasn’t hard to find, as she just left it next to the door. Setting the bag on the floor he rummaged through it to find his grandfather’s medications. This was the easy part. All he had to do was switch the liqiud in each of the bottles and he would be home free. Once he had finished he snuck out back the way he had come. Just as he was about to leave he spotted his great grandmother through the window. “Ransom? Are you back?” She inquired, eyes glazed over. He didn’t answer her, running back down the path towards his car. As soon as he was settled in his seat he peeled out of the woods and back down the road.

His heart pounded and he was heaving with the adrenaline as he made his way back home. Home to you. His loving wife. As he thought of you he wasn’t able to help the stirring in his pants. His cock twitched as he thought about pressing you down into the mattress and fucking you within an inch of your life. On nights like this when his blood boiled with anger, all he ever wanted was to fuck you relentlessly. It was one of the only things that could calm him. Both of you knew this. It was almost like tradition. Whenever you saw him steaming in rage you would know to drop to your knees and start sucking his cock like a good girl. He wondered if you would do the same for him tonight or if you’d be asleep when he got home. After carrying out his devious plan it had gotten pretty late. He wouldn’t be surprised if you’d already made your way to bed. However, he hoped that you would be waiting up for him. He needed to feel your tight pussy wrapped around him right now more than anything.

Soon enough he was pulling into the driveway. When he made his way into the house it was pitch black, save for a single hallway light. The light led him towards the bedroom where he optimistically opened the door. However, to his dismay, you were in bed. This only served to stoke the flames of his frustration as he closed the door behind him. There was a lamp still on beside the bed. You must have been too tired to remember to turn it off. He went to do so for you when something caught his eye. There was a note on the night stand. He picked it up, holding it in the lamplight so that he could read it.

“I know it’s been a hard day. I wanted to make sure you were well taken care of. I know I fell asleep before you got home but don’t let that stop you from getting what you need. All that frustration ... take it out on me. My body is yours to use as you see fit. Check under the blanket for a surprise. Love, Y/N.”

Ransom furrows his brow for a brief moment, unsure if he should take the bait or not. You’re facing away from him on the bed, completely covered in your large warm comforter. With a tentative hand, he pulls the blanket off of you. When he does his eyes widen and a breath catches in his throat. You’re totally naked underneath. What’s more, he spots something else that captures his attention. With a wicked grin, he notices that there is a butt plug secured inside your tight little asshole. The sight of you like this causes his cock to harden instantly. He’s nearly busting out of his pants as he takes a step closer to the bed, thoroughly enjoying the view.

Reaching out towards you he runs a hand down your back and over the curve of your ass. Your skin is so soft beneath his hands and it causes him to groan lowly as he hikes your leg a little higher to get a good look at your sweet pussy. It glistens in the lamplight, already so creamy and wet from the dirty dreams you’re probably having right now. “God you are so fucking good to me.” He mumbles.

With two fingers he traces a line through your slick folds, gathering up some of your wetness. Unable to contain himself, he lifts his fingers to his lips and sucks on them. The taste of you makes his cock twitch. He lowers his hand to your cunt, dragging his fingers through your pussy lips again. Your wet fuckhole weeps, begging for his attention. Who was he to deny you? Nudging at your entrance he eases his two fingers inside of you, fucking you gently. That’s when he curls his digits upwards, finding your g-spot. He knows how much you love it when he massages the soft spongey flesh there. If you were awake he knew you’d be arching your back and whining loudly. Instead, you whimper lightly as he strokes your insides.

“Do you like that? You like it when I love on your special spot baby?” He mocks you, knowing the answer. That’s when the glint of the lamplight catches on the shiny butt plug, stealing his attention. The button on the end was a cute pink heart jewel. The two of you had picked it out together. You only used it for special occasions. Even if you were oblivious to the fact, tonight was just such a night. Within the next few days the two of you would have more money than you would know what to do with. That was cause for celebration. And he was going to celebrate by abusing all of your tight holes.

Taking a firm hold of the end of the butt plug he begins pulling, watching the bulbous tip stretch open your hole. This tears a whine from your lips as he pushes it back inside of you. He continues that movement slowly, in and out of your tight asshole. All the while he continues to fingerfuck your tight cunt. Feeling a sudden surge of cruelty he yanks the butt plug out of you with a pop. This is enough to make your eyes snap open, a hard gasp ripping through your chest as you take in all the sensations of waking up like this.

“Good morning my darling wife. How did you sleep?” He asks however you are not able to respond, overwhelmed by the feelings of his fingers and the plug moving in and out of you at the same pace. Now that you’ve opened your eyes he doesn’t hesitate to be rougher, fucking you in earnest. As much as you love what he can do with his fingers you crave more. You need his cock inside of you.

“Ransom--” He cuts you off with another harsh yank of the plug.

“What’s the matter baby? Am I fucking you too good? Can’t finish your sentence? That’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. I know what you want. And you’re gonna get it. Of course, how can I say no to that sweet little face?” He says, dripping with condescension. However, you couldn’t care less. All you want is the feeling of him inside you.

“Please.” Is the only word you’re able to get out. Ransom doesn’t need to hear anymore though. He’s happy to oblige you.

“Why don’t you get comfy baby?” He asks as he begins peeling off layers of clothing. You do as he says, scooching onto your back and laying in the middle of the bed. As soon as he’s completely naked he climbs up onto the bed, nestling himself between your legs. Taking his cock into his hand he rubs the head up and down through your folds. The feeling of your slickness makes him groan deeply as he nudges up against your entrance. “God, you’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock. I’m gonna take out all my frustrations on this little pussy baby. Do you want that? You want my cock?”

“Yes. Please.” You whimper, squirming closer to him.

“Don’t worry baby girl. You’re gonna fucking get it.” With that he pushes the tip inside of you, easing his fat cock into your tight wet hole. “Oh fuck. That’s it. Such a good girl.” He praises you as he shoves himself in the rest of the way, burying himself balls deep inside of you. The fullness that you feel makes your mouth gape as you take him. Your back arches as you try to work your hips further into him. No matter how good he fucks you, you always want more.

“Harder please.” This makes a wicked grin spread across his face.

“Oh, you want me to fuck you harder baby? I should have fucking known, you being the little slut that you are. Don’t you worry your dumb little head. I’m just getting started.” He doesn’t move any faster, content to take his time and move at his own pace. This causes you to whimper loudly as you try to get his attention, begging him for what you want. However, it’s all to no avail.

“If you keep whining like that I’m gonna stop fucking you altogether. Is that what you want? Huh? Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” You burst out and he nods his head.

“That’s what I fucking thought. So shut your mouth and take what I give you.” To this you give small sheepish nod and simply lay back against the pillows, letting Ransom go as slowly as he pleases. With each thrust you feel more and more full, feeling the head of his cock easing against your cervix. Your back arches off the bed when he indulges you with a particularly hard thrust. He begins to shift his hips, moving in just the right way so that he hits your sweet spot with his tip each time he thrusts in and out. This causes you to moan loudly, unable to control yourself when he’s digging into the perfect spot which makes you explode with pleasure. As he pushes into your g-spot over and over again you feel a familiar coil building in your stomach. Just as you feel the coil ready to snap and send you over the edge, he pulls out of you. You whimper shamelessly and in response, he clamps a hand over your mouth to stop your noises.

“I told you to shut up. Since you don’t know how to follow a simple order, I’m gonna help you.” Taking his hand away from your mouth, he scoots up the bed until his thick heavy cock is resting against your face. “Go on sweetheart. Put my big fat dick in your mouth. That’ll shut you up.” You obediently open your mouth, starting by licking the tip. A bead of precum leaks out onto your tongue and you swallow it greedily. Ransom’s eyes stay concentrated on you as you take the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking on it as you swirl your tongue around him. “Come on, you can fucking take more than that.” He says, prompting you to open wider and take more of him into your mouth. Your tongue licks lazy patterns on the underside of his cock as you bob your head up and down. A deep groan leaves his lips as you push your head as far down on his dick as you can, feeling him against the back of your throat. Pulling off with a pop you catch your breath before quickly returning to suck his cock. You push him down your throat each time, nuzzling your nose into his lower stomach.

“God, that’s good. All the way down, just like that. You’re such a good little cocksucker baby.” Ransom praises. He holds your head still with one hand and begins thrusting into your throat, fucking your mouth. You gag and splutter as he fucks you relentlessly, not giving you a moment to breathe. After a moment he pulls out of your mouth completely, moving back down your body until he’s hovering over your pussy again. “Alright baby, get on your hands and knees.”

You oblige him quickly, wide awake now as you position yourself right where he wants you. As soon as you’re in place he lines his cock up with your wet little fuckhole. He doesn’t hesitate, pushing in balls deep the moment that he’s ready. You moan softly as you feel him fill you up. Somehow you feel even more full when he’s fucking you from behind. Ransom pounds in and out of you, your head jolting forward into the pillow every time his cock goes crashing into you.

“Fuck yes. Do you like that? Like the way my dick stuffs you? Jesus you’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna bust pretty soon sweetheart.” He tells you, his hips beginning to stutter as he fucks into you like his life depends on it. You scream, feeling every inch of him rubbing your insides raw. His hand threads through your hair, pulling your head off the pillows so he can look at you. “That’s it. Wanna see those pretty eyes while I fuck you stupid.” He says, jutting upwards so that he’s hitting your sweet spot again. This causes that familiar pressure to build in your stomach. He immediately knows that your close, pulling your body flush against his own so that he can rub your pretty clit. A few rough strokes of his fingers on your clit is enough to send you flying over the edge. You convulse, shaking on his cock as you cum for him. The feeling of you clenching around him brings him close to his own orgasm. He pushes you back into the bed and pulls out, giving his cock a few long strokes before he unloads all over your back. Thick hot ropes of cum shoot out over your skin as he grunts and groans, milking every drop of seed out of himself. When he’s down he collapses beside you, eyes closed as he pants.

“Jesus that was so good Y/N. You’re so good to me.”

“I certainly try.”

“You do more than try. You’re everything to me. I’m always gonna keep you safe, you hear me? I’m gonna make sure you’re well taken care of as long as we both shall live. I promise.” You didn’t know what was on his mind but you could tell he was deep in thought.

“I know Ransom. I know.” You assure him, scooting closer and draping an arm over him. After a few minutes of catching your breaths together he hops up, grabbing a towel to wipe the cum off your back. He lays back down, pulling you close in his arms.

“I will do whatever it takes to make sure my baby is safe and happy.” As he says this he sees flashes of what he did tonight in his mind. He really would do anything for you. Even murder. Not that you needed to know that. He watches you patiently until you fall asleep before he himself drifts off, falling into a deep and dreamless slumber.

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Summer Fic Week 2023 - Day 5: Tracing Every Part of You

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary:

No powers, college AU.

Spending a day at the lake with the Avengers.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3727

Read on AO3.

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Notes:

Sorry it's slightly late (it's past midnight here). I haven't had as much time to edit as usual so I hope it's good.

Everyone is in college.

Warnings for overprotective/jealous/possessive Pietro, FWB to lovers, mentions of drowning, alcohol, tickling, a lot of bickering, mentions of a car accident, mentions of casual sex, these bitches suck at communicating, background Stucky and Wanda x Vision

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Wanda and Pietro were bickering in the front seat of Wanda’s battered station wagon. She wouldn’t let him drive, since he totalled her last car, and he was sulking about it.

“It’s been three years,” he muttered, “when are you going to get over it?”

“Oh, so you’re reckless and rusty, and you want me to let you drive?” Wanda rolled her eyes.

“I took a refresher course,” he said, slapping the dashboard. “I’m a better driver now! I won’t crash!”

“That’s nice. Get your own car.”

It had been like this for the entire drive. At least they weren’t speaking in Sokovian. They only did that when the arguments got serious.

You sat forward, leaning between their two seats. “Wow, you guys sure know how to make a girl regret riding with you.”

“There was no room in Steve’s car. You had no choice,” said Pietro.

“I’m sure Bucky would’ve let me ride on the back of his bike,” you said, a hint of suggestion in your tone.

Pietro frowned. “And end up splattered all along the sidewalk, I’d bet,” he huffed.

There was a not insignificant part of you that liked to get Pietro riled up. He wasn’t your boyfriend, not by any stretch of the imagination, but you’d been hooking up with him since the beginning of the school year.

Since summer break had started, you had spent almost every day over at his and Wanda’s place. Sometimes, he’d put his arm around you, or lend you his hoody, or sit a little too close to you while you played video games on the couch. But he wasn’t your boyfriend.

He was your friend that you sometimes kissed on the porch when his sister had gone to bed early. A friend who drew patterns on your back with his fingertip whenever he got bored. A friend who had seen you naked.

He never said anything, but he always got a little grumpy whenever you talked about spending time with Bucky or Steve. You couldn’t think of a single reason that he would have to dislike Steve, so you assumed – or hoped – that it was jealousy.

You encouraged it. Maybe if you kept pushing his buttons, he’d get his head out of ass and ask you on a date. A real date, not just you blowing him in the deserted laundrette after midnight, or him going down on you in the backseat of your car.

“Don’t worry, P, you’re still my favourite,” you said, lightly punching his arm. His lips twitched.

Wanda rolled her eyes. “Don’t make you leave you two by the side of the road.”

“We aren’t doing anything,” you said, raising your hands.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.”

The first time you’d hooked up with Pietro was on the first night you’d met. You shared a psychology class with Wanda, and you’d struck up a friendship with her. She’d invited you to her birthday party, and you’d ended up chatting with an extremely pretty, very cocky boy with bleached blond hair.

When she’d stumbled in on the two of you in Pietro’s bed later that evening, she’d practically screeched, “What are you doing with my brother?”

You hadn’t known that Pietro was her brother, but it made a lot of things make sense. The fact that it had also been his birthday should’ve clued you in, since she’d told you she had a twin.

Your friends were already waiting for you at the lake when you pulled up. Tony had brought a portable stereo, and there was a large cooler full of ice-cold beers.

You were pondering the drinks selection, but Pietro had other ideas.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing your hand. “Come swim with me.”

You wrinkled your nose. “In the gross lake water?”

He let a laugh. It was a sweet, musical thing that made you feel warm inside. “Why do you come to the lake if not to swim?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Ambience?”

He snorted. “What about to cool down?”

He had a point there. It was blisteringly hot in the sun, and only mildly more bearable in the shade. You were already wearing a bikini under your clothes, so it wasn’t like you weren’t prepared.

“Alright, fine.”

A grin spread across his face. “Last one in’s a rotten egg!” he shouted, and then bolted towards the lake.

“Pietro!” you shrieked, but you were already following him. He kicked off his t-shirt and flip flops as he ran. You were having more trouble with your denim shorts. You had just reached the edge of the water when he took a running jump into it.

You swore. You shed your clothes, leaving them in a haphazard pile, and waded in.

Despite the hot air, the water was very cold. You got to knee depth, and then hesitated. Your reluctance wasn’t missed by Pietro.

“Come onnnn,” he whined. “Come play with me.”

“You’re a child.”

“If I was a child, I would be splashing you right now. What I actually am is a gentleman.”

You put your hand on your heart sarcastically. “Wow. My hero.” You waded in a little deeper, and his eyes lit up. You kept going until the water was just under your boobs.

This was the hard part. “Come on, dragă. If you get it over with, I’ll come warm you up.” There was a prickle of warmth across your skin.

You took a deep breath and then plunged under the water. Even under the water you could hear Pietro whoop. When you resurfaced, his eyes were on you, a wide grin on his face. He held out a hand to you and you took it, letting him pull you into the deeper water.

“Much better,” he murmured, pulling you close. “You want me to warm you up?”

His fingers played with the string of your bikini. “Everyone is right over there,” you said, nodding towards the shore.

“Who cares about everyone? Let me take you somewhere quiet and make you feel good.”

The offer was tempting, but you had a new resolution. No more casual sex with Pietro. If he wanted you, he was going to have to work for it.

“No, thanks,” you said brightly, and turned to swim in the opposite direction.

Nat was wading in up to her thighs. As you swam up to her, she put her hands on her hips.

“Pietro is watching you like a hawk right now,” she said, a half-smile on her face. You had already filled her in on your resolution.

“Good.”

Other people were getting into the water now. You watched as Victor (although everyone called him Vision) paddled in the shallows. He had come with Tony, although you knew he and Wanda were friends, and you were starting to realise why. Pietro was the worst cockblock in the world.

Wanda was watching Vision with a fond smile on her face. Their eyes met, and she gave him a little wave. He waved back, flushing bright red.

“What do you think?” asked Nat. “Are they already boning, or are they about to?”

“There’s no way they’re already boning. He’s way too shy and I don’t think Wanda is in the headspace to make the first move.”

“What are you talking about?”

You spun to see Pietro standing behind you. The water was waist-deep for him, and he had his hands on his hips, mirroring Nat.

“It’s not polite to eavesdrop,” you said, and he huffed.

“I wasn’t eavesdropping. You’re loud.”

You looked back over to the shore. Wanda was wading into the water now, wincing with every step. You knew there were some sharp stones around there. Vision offered her a hand, which she gratefully took.

When you turned back to Pietro, his jaw was very tight. “I’m gonna-” he started, but you put both hands on his chest, pushing him into the water.

He flailed around, grabbing at you, and managed to pull you down with him.

“Gross,” said Nat. She swam off to go and talk to Clint.

“What did you do that for?” Pietro growled, but he still had his arms around you.

“I’m not letting you cockblock my friend,” you said, pushing him deeper.

“She’s my sister.”

“And she’s an adult. If she wants to get dicked down by literally the dweebiest guy I’ve ever met, that’s her choice.”

He groaned. “Don’t say ‘dicked down’.” You smiled at him, innocently. His hands came to rest on your hips. “Come swim with me? Watching her talk to him makes my skin crawl.”

“He’s nice. She could do a lot worse.” You also thought she could do better, but Pietro didn’t need to know that. Besides, you were sure that no one would be good enough in his eyes for his beloved sister.

“Come on.” He tried to pull you out into the deeper water, but you stopped him.

“Nuh-uh. We’re staying right here where everyone can see us.”

His eyes glinted dangerously. “Kinky.”

You lightly slapped his shoulder. “Not like that. We’re not fucking, Pietro.”

“We’re not?”

“I know you’re used to getting what you want right away, but delayed gratification can feel so good. You should try it sometime.”

“Well, you should try being less of a tease.” His hands went straight to your armpits, tickling you. You screeched, grabbing onto his shoulders so that you wouldn’t go under.

“Pietro!” you squealed. “You’re… gonna… drown me.” It was a struggle to get the words out. You were breathless from laughter.

“I won’t let you drown, pretty girl.” He stopped tickling you. His arms wrapped around you again, holding you in place.

In spite of yourself, it felt good. Pietro’s arms felt safe.

“I can’t say the same,” you said, and then you pushed down on his head, dunking him under the water.

He came up a few seconds later, spluttering, wet hair plastered over his eyes. You were laughing. You couldn’t help yourself. As soon as he’d managed to swipe his hair out of his eyes, he splashed you.

“Demon woman,” he growled. “Trying to kill me.”

The two of you play-wrestled, tickling and splashing each other until Tony’s voice cut through the air.

“Hey! Lovebirds! If you want some of this barbecue, you’re gonna have to hurry up.”

You looked at Pietro. “I’m pretty hungry.”

“Me too.”

The two of you swam back to the shore. You were the last ones out. Most other people already had their food on paper plates, sitting on beach chairs or towels.

Wanda and Vision were sharing a picnic blanket. You could see Pietro eyeing them, weighing up whether he should go sit down with them to break up whatever was happening.

Too busy watching him watching them, you didn’t see the empty bottle until your foot rolled over it. The ground was flat here, so it slipped out from under you, and you fell forward, letting out an undignified yelp.

Bucky, who had been manning the barbecue, grabbed your arms before you could go all the way over.

“Fuck.”

“You okay, doll?” asked Bucky. He pulled you upright. “You nearly took a tumble there.”

“I’m okay. Thank you.”

“You want something to eat?”

“Yes please.”

As Bucky served some food onto your plate, you snuck a glance back at Pietro, and found that he was staring right at you. His lips were pressed into a hard line.

“What?”

“N-nothing.” He tried to modulate his expression, but he still looked upset. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Bucky handed you your plate. “Pietro? You want some?” he asked.

“Uhh…” Pietro glanced at you, and then back at Bucky. “Sure.”

While Pietro was getting his food, you decided to sit as far away with Wanda as possible. You were pretty sure Pietro was more interested in being with you than cockblocking his sister, but with Pietro, who could say?

Sure enough, as you dug into your burger, Pietro sidled up to you. You were sitting on a stump that was definitely only large enough for one person, but that didn’t stop him from trying.

“Pietro.”

“Sorry, dragă. Not enough seats.”

You looked over at the empty beach chair next to where Steve and Bucky were sitting, and rolled your eyes. “Right.”

“We can share, right? You don’t mind sharing with me?”

“God, you’re so fucking clingy today.”

Pietro’s face fell. He shifted off the stump so that he was sitting on the floor. He didn’t look at you as he picked at his food.

You grimaced. You hadn’t meant to hurt his feelings. It was in line with the kind of playful banter that you and Pietro usually had, but maybe you’d hit on a sore spot.

The two of you ate your food in silence, and it was strange. You weren’t used to him being quiet. Once you were both done eating, you took his paper plate wordlessly, stacked it on top of yours and then put a rock on them so that they wouldn’t blow away.

You could feel Pietro watching you curiously. You stood up, brushed yourself off, and then said, “Come here.”

Bemused, he got to his feet. As he stepped closer to you, you put your hands on his shoulders, manoeuvring him down onto the stump. Once he realised what you were doing, he sat.

You sat down in his lap, sideways on, so that you could put your arms around his neck.

When he gave you a questioningly look, you said, “Not enough seats, right?”

He smiled at you then. “Right.” His hand rested against your hip, thumbing against your skin there.

You had to suppress a shiver. You looked at Pietro, expecting him to look cocky or turned on, but instead, he just smiled at you affectionately.

“You know…” he said slowly. “I hear there’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight.”

“Uh-huh?”

“I was thinking maybe we could… stay out here?”

“How would we get home?”

“Uh… walk?”

“What if it rains?”

“It’s not going to rain!”

“Pietro!”

“Fine, it’s fine if you don’t want to.” He closed his mouth, looking away from you, and you felt a pang of longing. You wanted to watch the stars with Pietro.

You glanced over at where Wanda was sitting. Her and Vision were side by side, looking very comfortable with each other.

“Give me a sec,” you said to Pietro. He looked confused as you walked over to where Wanda was sitting, but didn’t try to follow.

“Wanda,” you said, flopping down onto the edge of her picnic blanket. Vision pulled away from her quickly, glancing nervously around to see if Pietro was with you.

Wanda glared at you. “What do you want?”

“I was thinking that you could do me a favour, and then I could do you a favour.”

She brought her eyebrows together in confusion. “Explain.”

“You let me borrow your car-” She groaned. “Let me finish! Pietro wants to stay here tonight. If you ride with Tony and let me use your car, you can have the house to yourself.”

You glanced at Vision, who, taking your meaning, flushed again.

Wanda gave you a hard stare. She pulled her car keys out of her pocket. You reached for them, but she pulled them back.

“Two conditions. One: Pietro doesn’t drive.”

“Fine.” You’d been expecting that one.

“Two: no sex in my car.”

“I wasn’t gonna-”

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem, right?” She dangled the keys in front of you.

“Right.” You took them from her. “Thanks, Wands. You’re a lifesaver.”

The rest of the group had begun packing up. The light was starting to fade.

“Hey,” said Bucky, stopping you on your way back over to Pietro. “You coming for the afterparty? Think we’re gonna get some beers in and watch movies at Steve’s place.”

You glanced over at Pietro. Although he couldn’t hear what Bucky was saying, he was giving him a hard stare.

“No thanks, Buck. Me and Pietro are gonna stargaze.”

Bucky gave you a knowing look. “Alright, doll. Have fun.”

You walked back over to Pietro and plonked yourself down in his lap. He hesitated for a second, and then put his arms around you again.

“Don’t look so sour,” you said. “Look what I got.” You dangled Wanda’s car keys in his face. His eyes lit up, and he made a grab for them, but you held them out of reach. “No way. Wanda will kill me if I let you drive her car.”

“But-”

You put your finger over his lips. “You wanna sleep here tonight or not?”

Slowly, begrudgingly, he nodded.

As your friends packed up their cars and made to leave, you said your goodbyes, and then the two of you were alone.

They had left you few a couple of beers, a bag of chips and some of the leftover barbecue. You still had Wanda’s picnic blanket, which you laid out on the dirt riverbank. Steve had even had a pillow in his car, which he was happy to lend you.

When you were finally alone, you put your clothes back on – shorts and a t-shirt and a hoody – and Pietro gave you a funny look. He was already lounging on the blanket, but he tugged on the fabric of your hoody as soon as you were in reach.

“Kind of counter-productive, don’t you think, dragă?”

“I thought we were here to watch the stars.” Ignoring his searching hands, you opened the bag of chips and offered him one. He didn’t take it.

Instead, he slid his hand under your t-shirt. “Among other things.”

“I meant what I said, P.” You grabbed his wrist. “We’re not fucking.”

He drew his eyebrows together in an expression that reminded you of Wanda. He leant up on his elbow. “Why not?”

You rolled onto your back, stealing the pillow from where it had been lying between you. “Maybe because it’s all we ever do?”

Pietro went quiet. You could feel his gaze, hot and prickly on the side of your face, but you refused to look at him. You wondered if he was angry at you.

He took a deep breath, and you braced yourself, but his words came out very soft. “What’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

You huffed out a mirthless laugh, staring up at the sky. It wasn’t quite dark enough to see the stars yet, but it was getting there.

“Has it never occurred to you that maybe I want something real?”

“What do you mean real? This is real.”

He touched your thigh, not sexually, but creating a bridge between you. You didn’t shake him off.

Finally, you turned to look at him. His lips were parted in confusion, eyes fixed firmly on your face.

“Well, maybe I’d like the kind of relationship where you go on dates. The kind where kissing doesn’t always lead to sex. The kind where I know you’re not gonna be off with other girls the second I’m too busy to hang out.”

His face grew red. “That was one time! And we’d only slept together like, twice at that point! It was casual! We were casual!”

You sat up so that your face was level with his. “I don’t want casual.”

He frowned. “So you think Bucky can give you that? The kind of relationship you want?”

You drew back, brow furrowing. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s cool. If you’re seeing him too. I guess we never said we were exclusive or anything.”

“I’m not seeing Bucky. He’s a friend.” You wondered if your efforts to make Pietro jealous had gone too far. He looked hurt, one hand pressed against his chest.

“Right, but you have, yeah?”

You shook your head. “No. Not with Bucky. And I haven’t slept with anyone but you since winter break.”

He stared at you, disbelieving. “Me neither.”

“Pietro… are we dating?”

“… Maybe?”

“Do you wanna be?”

He exhaled sharply. You scooted in closer, nose almost touching his. The longer he went without speaking, the more this felt like a rejection. Still, you held your breath.

“I’ve done this all wrong, dragă,” he murmured. “Do you want to go out with me? On a date?”

Your nose brushed against his as you nodded, and then you grabbed you by the waist, pulling you in.

You were in his lap again, kissing him fervently and feeling the hot skin of his neck under your hands. It felt like he was everywhere at once, his tongue between your lips, his hands in your hair, his firm body under yours.

He rolled you over onto your back, and you felt a little breathless as he went straight for your neck. He already knew exactly how you liked it. He knew how to find and suck on that spot that would make you keen.

This time, though, when you gasped, it was for a different reason. Pietro didn’t notice. He was too busy biting your neck.

“Pietro,” you gasped, slapping his shoulders. “I saw a shooting star!”

He pulled back so that he was hovering over you. “What?”

“A shooting star. Look!”

He rolled over onto his back, but it was obviously long gone by the time he was in position. “I don’t see one.”

“You have to wait. Be patient.”

He groaned. You both knew patience wasn’t his strong suit. After about five minutes, his hand started creeping up your thigh. You put your hand on his, stopping him.

“You’re gonna miss the meteor shower,” you said.

“You’re prettier,” he said smoothly, but you rolled your eyes.

“We’re dating now, remember? You can see me whenever. You can only see the shooting stars tonight.”

He huffed, but turned back to the sky. “This is rigged, they never happen when I- Ohhh.” He gasped. “I saw one!”

His childlike glee warmed you. You rested your head on his shoulder, but he barely seemed to notice. He was too busy staring at the sky.

“They’re pretty, right?” you murmured.

“Beautiful,” he agreed.

“More beautiful than me?”

“Ehh, it’s close.”

You giggled and rolled over so that you could look at his face.

“And another thing,” you said, “you know Bucky wasn’t flirting with me, right? He and Steve have been banging since, like, the first week of college.”

“… No. I did not know that.”

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Notes:

Preview of tomorrow's fic: Getting railed in a sundress by your dad's friend, Dmitri Antonov. Hopper!Reader.

#pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff x y/n #pietro maximoff fanfiction #summer fic week 2023

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celestialking · 2 years

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Some cowboy headcannons for the group chat♡

The cowboy writing skills are extremely rough T^T

◇ NSFW~ 18+ only ◇ Minors/Ageless blogs DNI◇ You will be blocked ◇

Warnings: mentions of drinks, face sitting, implied overstim (foolish receiving)

◇ Taking their hat + the aftermath ◇

Punz

You both had been dancing, 1 maybe 2 drinks in

His chest pressed up against your back

Looking up you realized it was already tipping off his head so might as well just snatch it for yourself.

You grasped the hat quickly sliding it off his head and onto your own with a smile

A sly grin overtook the blonde's lips. His hand on your waist tightening as he leaned down to mutter in your ear

"I don't think ya know whatcha just got yourself into sweetheart,"

Just because you were on top didn't mean you were in charge

Punzs hands gripped your hips tightly pulling you down on his cock

Your hands were in his hair messing it up as he nipped at your throat

He was right about one thing, you really didn't know what you got yourself into

Sapnap

You knew exactly what you were doing

He knew it too, but god damn if he wasnt hooked on you. It was well known he was wrapped around your pretty little finger.

He'd let you do whatever you wanted to him

Including snatching his hat

He was none the less wiser, casually chatting to Dream on the front porch

You quickly swooped by however, snatching the dark hat off his head and onto your own before dissapearing into the house

"Don't take too long now cowboy,"

He'd never said goodbye quicker to Dream in his entire life.

Riding his dick? Nope

Riding his tongue? Yep

Before you had gotten a chance to get him fully undressed in your bed he was yanking you up to him.

"Sap," you whined, grasping the hat on your head startled. "I was gonna ride you,"

"Oh you're gonna ride somethin alright sugar," he grinned. "Now come'ere and ride my tongue,"

Foolish

When your fingers delicately removed the hat from his head he wasn't sure how to react

Eventually his cheeks flushed as he attempted to word his next question

"Do ya- ya know what- yaknowwhat that means?"

You said nothing but offered a wink heading back to his truck.

Karl who had been giggling next to him kept shoving him to follow you. Punz on the other hand was grumbling about why you hadn't taken his hat.

The night ended with you bouncing upon his dick.

Your hand pushing down on his chest. His hat still in its rightful place atop your head.

Foolish's hands lay by the sides of his head, poor guy. The cowboy beneath you in a fuzzy daze. Hes being milked for all he's worth and still begging you "baby faster,"

Sam

The stars had been in view that night so what better than to go star watching

At least that was the plan, now you were laying side by side in the bed of his truck, lips locked together

When you pulled away after a few times you eyed his hat

Without fully thinking you removed it from his head, placing it on your own

Sam's grin widened

"I think this means ya owe me a ride now darlin,"

The both of you made it back into his truck

Kind of

Then into his house

Barely.

He didn't even care that he had left the truck running, the lights seeping through the window.

The headlights illuminated your body on his lap, his hat stayed on perfectly as you bounced on his dick. Every once and a while though you'd reach up and hold it there

Sam had leaned back cockily, letting you ride at your own pace

"That's it darlin, give me a show now,"

#celestial:whispers #celestial:fooshg #celestial:awsmd #celestial:pnz #celestial:spnp #celestial:scribbles

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thewaywardbirdsnest · 1 year

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Never Been Kissed

“No. Fucking. Way. You’re lying.”

“That’d be an awfully weird thing to lie about.”

“Never?!”

“Not even once. Are you good on that or…?”

“Shit, sorry.”

Sanji passed the joint back, but continued to stare in open-mouthed surprise. How was it possible that Ace - effortlessly sexy, charismatic, spontaneous Ace - had never been kissed?

He had nearly regretted coming to the frat party that Ace had invited him to. It was crowded, the music was terrible and he had struck out with every girl he had tried to chat up. But when Ace had waved a joint in front of his face and jerked a thumb towards the back door, he figured it couldn’t hurt to stay just a little longer. At least he could stumble home pleasantly stoned instead of annoyed.

They had met last semester, suffering through the first half of organic chemistry. Together they had slogged through mountains of homework and studied for some of the most grueling tests of their college careers thus far. Even though they were in different lectures this semester, their friendship had survived, much to Sanji’s surprise. He had assumed that Ace - popular, charming Ace - would leave him behind. But the invitations to study, to hang out, to party, kept coming, and Sanji was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

And that’s how he ended up on a sagging couch on the back porch of Ace’s frat house having his world turned upside down by this bombshell information.

“But like… how?“ he asked, turning to pull his legs up onto the couch, leaning against the arm, settling in because there had to be some story here, right?

Ace took a deep drag off of the joint and tipped his head back to let the smoke float out towards the ceiling. “When I was younger, I had these really, like… romantic notions about how I wanted my first kiss to be with someone special and uh… Dunno, just never met anyone that fit the bill. Then I got to college and it just wasn’t a priority for me. Too busy just doin’ my own thing.”

He shifted to face Sanji, swinging his legs up onto the couch and tucking his feet on either side of Sanji’s. “So yeah, here I am, twenty years old and never been kissed.”

“Wow…”

“Uh-huh.”

Ace leaned forward to pass the joint back to him. Sanji plucked it from his fingers and brought it to his lips, but before he could take a hit, Ace asked him a question that nearly made him drop it. “Why’s it so hard to believe?” Because you’re fucking gorgeous, idiot! Sanji thought, but kept that opinion to himself. Instead, he shrugged and replied, “You’re popular. Guess I just thought you would have had plenty of offers by now.”

“I’ve had a few, but nobody I was interested in,” Ace assured him as he took the joint back.

As he watched Ace take another hit, his freckled face turned towards the night sky seemingly lost in thought (or maybe just really stoned, or both), Sanji couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person did interest Ace - smart, kind, adventurous, sexuality-crisis-inducing Ace. He lamented that whatever his standards were, Sanji himself probably didn’t even come close to making the list. He’d never consider—

“Hey, Sanji?”

The blonde shook himself back to the present. “Yeah?”

Ace stubbed out the joint in an ashtray on the floor and left it there.

“Wanna be my first?”

Sanji nearly choked on air.

“Wh- uh- fuck, what?” he stammered.

Ace fixed him with that dazzling grin of his. “My first kiss. Right now.”

“I— uhm— I thought you said you wanted it to be with someone special,” he said, his mouth going dry in an instant.

Ace laughed and shifted forward onto his knees. “You don’t think you’re special?”

“I— uh—“

“Because you are,” Ace insisted, crawling into Sanji’s lap. “Very.”

His eyes flicked down to Sanji’s lips and then back up to meet his. “You can say no.”

“No— I mean— Yes, I’m… I’m saying yes,” Sanji scrambled to right himself but hey, excuse him for being a tad inarticulate while his dreams were coming true, okay? “Are you sure?”

“Definitely,” Ace confirmed, his hands settling on Sanji’s shoulders. “Been thinkin’ about this for a while now. Months.”

“Months?!”

Ace giggled. “Why is it so hard to believe that I like you, Sanji?”

Sanji was surprised he didn’t burst into flames on the spot. What. The. Hell.

“So?” Ace prompted him with an eyebrow raised in challenge.

Sanji took a deep breath. “Okay, yeah.”

He reached down to grab the bottle of water he had brought out with him and took a swig.

Ace snatched it and took a sip as well. “Cotton mouth’s a bitch.”

Sanji laughed nervously. “Yeah, right?”

Alright, Sanji, pull yourself together. You are about to be this guy’s first kiss. You better make it fucking fantastic. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

He placed one hand on Ace’s hip. He was going to store away the soundbite of the little gasp Ace made when he slid his other hand up to cup his jaw forever - he had no right to be so goddamn cute. Sanji hesitated, steeled himself, and then closed the gap between them.

Sanji tried to keep it simple, short and sweet, but before he could pull away, Ace was diving back in, hungry for more. He was surprisingly alright at it, for it being his first time. A little overenthusiastic maybe, but he took subtle direction well. When Sanji decided to take a risk and graze his bottom lip with his teeth, Ace let out a satisfied groan that had Sanji clutching him tighter. Christ…

When they finally came up for air, Ace was beaming. Sanji chuckled and tucked a strand of dark hair behind his ear. “So? How was it?”

Ace hummed contentedly and gave him one more peck on the lips. “Perfect.”

Sanji felt his face flush. How was he the flustered one in this situation? Before he could give it too much thought, Ace was nudging their noses together with a whispered, “More?”

“As much as you want.”

It had been quite some time since Sanji had just made out with someone, no intentions of escalating, just exploring a hundred different was to express their feelings with a kiss. It felt so damn good.

After a while, they settled in to just cuddling on the couch, Ace sprawled on top of Sanji, his head on his chest, while Sanji ran his fingers through Ace’s hair and up and down his spine. He could tell Ace was drifting off.

“Hey, sleepy, you wanna head to bed?” he asked gently. Ace groaned and shook his head.

“Too comfy,” he mumbled. “I’ll buy breakfast if you don’t make me get up right now.”

Sanji huffed a laugh and pulled the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch down over both of them.

“Deal.”

#acesan #sanace #college au #first kiss #weed #frat party #bird's twitter threadfic archive

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theartofimagining13 · 2 years

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SUMMARY: Rooster falls in love with Hangman’s girlfriend.

WRITTEN BY: A.Wölf.

POSTER / MASTERPOST: [ X ]

CHAPTER SONG: “Turn Around” -Iration

AO3: [ X ]

NOTES: Maverick enters the chat. Also... a bit NSFW?

Enjoy!

“Hangman.” Bradley greeted but it sounded more like a question. “What- what are you doing here?”

“Listen, I wouldn’t have come here if it wasn’t an emergency, all right?”

At the sound of her ex-boyfriend’s voice, she immediately tensed up but inched closer to the door to eavesdrop. Hangman was asking Bradley if he had seen her after the bar incident and claimed to be worried because she wasn’t at her place or answering her phone.

“Maybe she’s not answering your calls because she dumped you?” Rooster sarcastically said then paused ready to rub it in Hangman’s face. “I mean we were all there, Hangman. We all saw it.”

Hangman let out an exasperated sigh.

“I am really not in the mood, Rooster.” He warned.

She felt bad. She didn’t want Bradley lying on her behalf and she certainly didn’t think it was fair to let Hangman feel guilty, thinking that something bad had happened to her. She shyly came out of the shadows and stepped into view. For a split second there was nothing but relief in her ex-boyfriend’s face but then it turned into a completely different thing when he realized that she was wearing one of Rooster’s Hawaiian shirts. Hangman then stared at Bradley finally noticing that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and he saw red; he tightened his jaw as he felt his blood starting to boil, and he glared at his fellow pilot as he made a tight fist with his right hand.

“You slept with my girl, Rooster?”

Bradley nervously glanced at Hangman’s ex but the silence was too long for impatient Hangman to handle, so he punched Rooster in the face causing him to stumble backwards and almost take a fall. Her eyes widened with horror and her mouth fell open. Bradley stood up straight, wiped his nose and then looked at his hand realizing that he was bleeding. He let out a dry chuckle before he launched himself at Hangman. Before she knew it, they were wrestling one another outside, on the sand, and no matter how much she yelled at them to stop, they weren’t listening.

By a miraculous twist of fate, Maverick pulled up on a motorcycle and got off in a rush when he saw the two of pilots fighting. He had to use all his strength to break them apart.

“Stop! Rooster, cut it out!” He ordered while holding Bradley back with one arm and extending the other to press the palm of his hand against Hangman’s chest to keep him from getting any closer. “What the hell is going on here!?”

Hangman, sporting a busted lip now, sniffed loudly and glared at Bradley.

“Rooster slept with my girlfriend.”

Bradley let out a chuckle.

“You’re a fucking child, Jake.”

Maverick frowned and looked completely stunned by Hangman’s words as he let go of Bradley to look into his eyes.

“You did what?” He asked.

“Nothing happened!” Hangman’s ex clarified. “Rooster was kind enough to let me stay the night so I wouldn’t ride a cab alone at midnight.”

“And you rode him instead?” Hangman reproached.

“Hey!” Maverick scolded. “You don’t talk to a woman like that.”

“And what if she had?” Rooster challenged.

“Bradley…” Maverick warned with disapproval.

“Do I need to say it again? She broke up with you.”

Hangman took one menacing step towards Rooster but Maverick stood between them.

“That’s enough. Go home, Hangman.”

But he just stood there, killing Rooster a thousand times with a single glare.

“I said go home, Jake!” Maverick snapped.

Bradley, now fully dressed, was sitting in his living room and Maverick was standing in front of him with his hands on his waist, lecturing him. Hangman’s ex was giving them some privacy by sitting outside on the porch steps but she could hear everything.

“Whatever’s going on between you and Hangman, you need to sort it out. You’re supposed to be a team. We’re not playing games here. If you two can’t work out your differences, you’ll end up putting everyone else at risk.”

“Why are you here?” Rooster asked, tired of feeling like a kid.

“I brought your motorcycle back and I was going to ask you if you wanted to come to the shop with me. I’m restoring an F-14.”

Bradley kept his eyes glued to the floor and stayed silent while Maverick pulled out the motorcycle key from one of his jacket pockets and placed it on the coffee table.

“Maybe some other time.” He added as he patted him twice on the shoulder and walked away.

He walked out the door and past her on the steps as he put on his sunglasses, but once his boots touched the sand, he turned around to look at her.

“You’re a good kid.” Maverick began. “I trust that you’ll find a way to help settle this?”

She stared at Maverick and felt the pressure of his words, so she gave an obedient nod.

“Sure, Mav.”

“Good.”

She watched him leave and took a deep breath before standing up to join Bradley inside.

“You’re going to need ice on that.” She said as she walked towards the fridge.

She pulled out a bag of frozen pineapple chunks and sat next to Rooster before handing it to him. Rooster was still avoiding eye contact but he forced a smile as he took it.

“I am… so very sorry, Roos.”

“Why?” He asked. “You did nothing wrong.”

“You got a black eye because of me.”

“Hangman and I tend to disagree a lot. Frankly, it was only a matter of time.” He stated.

Suddenly, Maverick’s words resonated in her head. Rooster flinched when he pressed the frozen bag against his face.

“Is it too bad?”

“I’ll live. Hangman hits like a g-” He stopped himself and finally glanced at her with an apologetic semblance.

“Like a girl?” She said with raised eyebrows. “Oh, really, Rooster? Wait till Phoenix hears about this.”

“I meant kid.” He lied. “Hangman hits like a 5-year-old kid. Please don’t tell Phoenix.”

She giggled but when the silence took over again, a doubt took over her mind.

“Why didn’t you deny it?” She asked. “You could’ve told Hangman that I was here and let me do the talking.”

“I think we both know I wanted it to happen.” Rooster confessed. “Bad timing, I know, but I’m not going to lie to you. I’m done keeping this to myself. I like you. I’ve liked you since I first saw you at The Hard Deck but I never had the guts to tell you and, by the time I grew the balls to do it, you were already with him. Then, I learn that he’s mistreating the girl I’m crazy about? Fuck Hangman. Let him think whatever he…” Rooster trailed off after realizing that perhaps he had said too much.

She stared at him in silence and gently took the bag of frozen pineapple away from him to place it on the coffee table. Bradley just studied her every movement. She gazed into his soul and slowly leaned in until her lips brushed against his. Rooster was caught by surprise but he kissed her back and more intensely. She pulled his shirt over his head and smiled when his dog tags jingled as they fell back on his bare chest. She removed her own shirt and Rooster’s heart raced.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked while looking straight into her eyes.

She nodded and unbuttoned his jeans.

“Unless you’re in too much pain.” She teased.

“Why would I be?” He joked before pulling her in for another kiss, this time much deeper and desperate.

Bradley unbuttoned her shorts and as she took them off he pulled his pants down freeing his erection. She straddled and kissed him and, while Rooster caressed her tongue with his, she slowly lowered her hips and took him in. When he felt the tip of his cock entering her, he held his breath. It was too much. She pressed her forehead against his and stared into his soul as she took him all in and, when she began to move at a torturous slow pace, Rooster knew he wouldn’t last long. He was too overwhelmed by his fantasies coming true.

She felt him getting even harder inside her and let out a soft moan as she shut her eyes succumbing to the pleasure, and Bradley thought it would be the end of him. He suddenly put one arm around her to switch places so he could place her down on the couch and pull out for a second, but he captured her lips before she could say a thing. For a split second, she felt his shaky breath against her skin and realized that he was extremely nervous.

“Are you okay?” She asked in a whisper.

“I think I’m losing my mind.” He confessed before his lips spread into a brief grin. “I don’t want to screw this up. I just need a moment.”

Bradley kissed her neck and went lower and lower, tasting every inch of her skin until his head was between her legs. She giggled when he kissed the inside of one of her thighs and his mustache tickled her. Rooster used the tip of his tongue to caress her clit and her giggle turned into a surprised gasp as she threw her head back from the pleasure. Soon enough, he was eating her out as if he wanted nothing more in life. He edged her over and over again and it gave him his confidence back, so he stopped and didn’t let her cum yet.

“Get on top of me again.”

She straddled him once more.

“Yes, Lieutenant.” She said before sliding down on his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” Bradley groaned with pleasure and more aroused than ever after hearing his rank on her lips.

This time, his self-control was strong enough, so he put his hands on her hips but left her in charge. The more Rooster stared at her and felt her movement on top of him, the closer he got. She kept going, riding him just the way she craved until she couldn’t take it anymore and her whole body tensed up. She held tightly onto him and, when Bradley felt her coming and heard her moaning his name, he couldn’t help himself and came too. He let go and buried his face in the crook of her neck as he experienced his most intense orgasm yet. He was panting as it began to fade. He searched for her eyes and removed a strand of hair away from her face, just gazing at her as if he were afraid she’d vanish into thin air.

Bradley crashed his lips against her in a territorial manner, ready to take her into his bedroom.

Rooster woke up face down on his bed, and he lifted his head to glance at the clock on his nightstand and realized that he had slept throughout the whole afternoon. He reached out to wrap an arm around Hangman’s ex-girlfriend but ended up patting the empty mattress. He switched on his lamp and sat up on the bed confused and frowning. He called out her name but there was no answer. He got up hoping to find her in the living room but all he saw was a note on his coffee table. Rooster unfolded it and read only two words.

I’m sorry.

He huffed with frustration as he scrunched it up in his hand and felt like punching a hole through the wall. Rooster quickly changed into his jeans and a shirt, and put on his shoes. She had been his for a brief moment but it had tasted like heaven to him, so he certainly wasn’t going to let go just like that. Rooster grabbed a jacket and the key to his motorcycle before heading out the door more determined than ever.

She was finally home watching a movie in her bedroom when, all of a sudden, an engine roar and loud music drowned the actors’ dialogue and headlights reflected on her windows. She knew who it was, and she had a feeling this would happen. She got up, put on a sweater and walked out into the porch with a defeated sigh. Jake had pulled up at her place in his black jacked up truck and, as soon as he saw her, he turned the volume up so she could hear the song that spoke about treating someone badly and promising to change if given a second chance.

Hangman stared straight into her soul with puppy eyes as he sang a few lines which inevitably made her shake her head and smile. She got closer to his window and he lowered the volume. She caught a glimpse of the six pack of beer on the passenger seat and the several empty cans on the floor plus the open one in the cup holder.

“Are you seriously drinking and driving? You of all people?” She asked sounding extremely irritated.

She didn’t think he’d be that drunk until he slurred his words.

“Please tell me it’s true and nothing happened between you and Rooster.”

“Oh my god. Get out of the car, Jake.” She ordered. “Are you insane? I’m not letting you drive like this anymore.”

“Tell me.”

“Give me the keys.”

“I’ll give you anything you want if you tell me.”

She looked into his green eyes and her stomach clenched because that question had a different answer now, but then she remembered what Maverick had said to her.

“I already told you nothing happened.” She lied. “Rooster let me crash because it was late. Besides, I left my things at your place, remember? Happy?” She held her hand out. “Keys.”

“All right.” Jake said with a shrug while the corners of his mouth began to curve up.

He finally did as he was told and got out of the car which she locked afterwards. Jake had to lean on her for support as they reached her front door.

“Hey, come here.” He said as he clumsily pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head. “Thank you for not sleeping with Rooster.”

“Hangman, you’re so drunk you won’t even remember this in the morning.”

She tried to pull away to open the door, but Hangman was twice as stubborn when there was alcohol in his bloodstream, so he held her tighter.

“Don’t ever leave me again.” He begged. “I love you.”

“All right. That’s the booze talking.”

“No, it’s not the booze talking. Baby, I mean it. When I saw you with Rooster, I wanted to die. I-” He paused. “I’ve never felt this way before.”

Jake leaned in and kissed her like he never had before; so gently yet full of passion it was hard for her to pull away, but at the same time, after being with Rooster, it simply felt wrong. She pulled away.

“Wait for me in the bedroom, all right?” She said while forcing a smile.

She knew that Jake was drunk enough to fall asleep the second he lied down on the bed. He humored her with a smile and entered her house, and all she could do was replay the brief moment she had shared with Maverick in Rooster’s porch; she had assured him that she would help settle things between Bradley and Jake, and there was only one way. Her train of thought was suddenly disturbed when her eyes wandered around the street and landed on a familiar motorcycle that was parked next to Jake’s car.

Rooster was staring at her with an indescribable look on his face, but the disappointment stood out and her heart sank. The second her lips parted, the motorcycle roared to life.

“Roos…” She called out as she took a step forward to try to stop him so she could explain things, but Rooster didn’t allow her and sped off instead.

He had seen enough.

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