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foreverdolly · 8 months
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𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 |80's mechanic!austin x best friend!reader
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summary: it's starting to look like he might never make it out of the friend zone. austin has been in love with you for as long as he can remember, and he's terrified that you'll never see him as anything more than a best friend and protector. with the fear of you one day outgrowing him fresh on his mind, he's now hell bent on getting you to view him in a different light. madly in love and terrified to lose you, austin butler is playing for keeps.
pairings: 80s mechanic! austin x childhood best friend!reader
word count: 4.8k
notes/warnings: SMUT! in part two, virgin!austin. . . need i say more?, i love pining and this fic is testament to that, shaky/hurried hands, who doesn't love a good best friends to lovers fic, he has a deep southern accent, austin is the small town's metalhead and he's swelteringly hot without even trying. (this is going to have to be two parts because it turned out too long after editing. the smut alone is like. . . five pages on google docs.)
The incessant metallic clinging and loud mechanic whirs echoed against the cement flooring of the auto body garage. The sun was peeking just over the trees right outside the open garage doors, the spring sky slowly burning gold and pink. Most of the men were rushing to finish up with the vehicles that they were working on, eager to get home to their families after a long day of work. There was one mechanic though -who might be young, but made up for it with skill- was still elbow deep under the car’s hood, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. He’d only been looking at the car for five minutes and knew exactly what was wrong with it. The elderly woman had gotten her car towed all the way to Travis’ shop after the damn thing stalled out in the middle of the Winn-Dixie parking lot. The young mechanic could see her through the lobby’s windows watching him, her tiny wrinkly hands balled up into nervous fists.
“Aye- Austin?” Travis jogged right up to Austin, placing his hand down on one of the side mirrors as he waited for the diagnosis. 
“It’s not the engine. The transmission,” He pointed towards the old hunk of junk, leaning his head back under the hood to show his boss. “It’s completely shot. She said it will jerk when she accelerates and the wheel will sometimes shake when she’s goin’ fast enough. What’s happening is that it’s slippin’. The damn thing won’t stay in gear. This car is ten years out of date- I mean. . . It's a ‘74. So even if we order the parts-” 
“It’s gonna cost more to fix than it would be for her to just buy a whole new one.” The boss finished for him, sighing when he saw Austin nod his head in agreement. 
The long haired blonde blinked his eyes against the burning sunset, shooing a gnat away from his face as he leaned his hip against the car. He crossed one booted foot over the other as he waited patiently for the man to make a decision. While Travis enjoyed making money, Austin knew that the bastard was above stealing it from little old ladies. With a small huff of defeat the middle aged man began walking back in the direction of the lobby, most likely to break the bad news. He stopped just before he opened the door, pointing a quick finger-gun in Austin’s direction. 
“Are you comin’ over to Mark’s cookout tonight? You can bring your girl.” He called out over the loud noise. 
Austin shook his head before flashing the man a little face of distaste. 
“I’ve gotta go to my dad’s house to grab some of my old shit. Besides- I don’t have a girl to bring.” 
Travis shot him “a face” right back, but one of disbelief. “Yeah, right. A girl doesn’t just bring her friend a hand packed lunch every other day unless she was hopin’ for somethin’ to happen between them..” And before Austin could even defend himself the man was gone, sauntering solemnly over to the corner where the elderly woman was sitting. 
You weren’t the one that was hoping for a chance at romance, but Austin was. He’d rather die than admit it, but his co-workers' words lit a small fire in his chest; a hopeful pyre that didn’t dim. 
The wooden stairs were old and weather worn, the nails rusted with age. Austin always felt a sense of dread when he heard the familiar creaking under his feet, and the fact that he could hear the television droning on from inside of the trailer didn’t make it any better. It meant that he was home, and the blonde knew what that meant. A fight was sure to ensue, and after the shitty day that he had at work, that was the last thing that he wanted to endure. He found that the door was unlocked, per usual. The inhabitant of the rickety death trap didn’t have anything worth stealing. 
“Why are you here?” The middle aged man looked terrible for his age, though Austin blamed that on the endless supply of alcohol and drugs that ran through the man’s system. 
Austin cleared his throat, closing the door behind him with a grimace. He didn’t want to be here, but there were still a few boxes back in his old room that he needed to grab. After that he’d be gone for good, or at least that’s what he told himself anyway. His no-good father was used to relying on other people to save the day, one of those people being his own son. 
He blamed his strong sense of duties on the fact that he was raised in the deep south. “Being a man” was hammered into his skull from the moment of his very conception. Taking care of your family, especially when they are unable to do it for themselves, was considered a must. Austin had always hated his father. In fact, he couldn’t remember a single time in his life when he had felt gratitude or love in any magnitude towards his father. Still, he was a man and needed to provide for his family. . . right? He didn’t want anyone to think less of him for abandoning his father. More than anything, he didn’t want the wrong kind of gossip ending up in the wrong people’s ears.
What was important to him now was getting the hell away from his abusive father. He was old enough to start thinking about what he wanted for himself in the future. He’d always craved companionship with a certain person. . . children were on his radar too. The last thing he wanted was for his druggie father to be in his own kid’s lives. 
The lanky man didn’t fit in the small home anymore, and he hadn’t for years. Both physically and emotionally, he had outgrown his prison many moons ago. He took a few seconds to look around the living room. Now that he wasn’t there to clean up after the grotesque man, the house smelled absolutely putrid. Austin’s nose wrinkled in disgust, eyes dancing along the empty beer cans and overflowing sink. 
“Jus’ gettin’ the last of my stuff.” Austin grumbled, his bulky black boots sticking to the dirty linoleum floors as he tried his best to breeze past the older man’s old recliner. 
A hand reached out, gripping at his wrist to stop him. Austin looked down, the muscles in his sharp jaw clicking as he held back the urge to rip himself out of the man’s reach. He knew that he was too big for the man to intimidate now, but his body still remembered the pain his father had put him through as a kid. 
“Ya talkin’ bout that toolbox?” The man’s voice was gravely, all thanks to the menthols he religiously smoked. Austin could smell the Miller Light and smoke coming off of him now. It was nauseating. 
The blonde ripped his eyes off of the man’s face, peeking off down the hall to see his old bedroom door wide open. He had locked it from the inside and crawled out the window the last time that he was here, taking the spare key with him. It was still tucked away safely in his wallet. His breathing stuttered when he realized that the doorknob had been taken off completely. 
“I need it for work. What did you do with it?” Austin tried to school the deep southern accent out of his voice. He got into the habit of doing that around his father from a young age, desperately wanting to seem as different from the old man as possible. 
“If that’s what yer here for, don’ bother. I sold it.” The young adult’s heart sank to his ass, and this time he didn’t hesitate in ripping his wrist out of the man’s hand. 
“To who? Where is it?” Austin questioned heatedly, staring daggers into the old man’s face. 
The sandy haired man was staring back at the television now, watching old reruns of some shitty old Western movie that must have come out in the sixties. He didn’t answer Austin, too drunk to care and too high to listen. 
“Dad!” Austin’s deep voice boomed, echoing around the filthy trailer. “Where the fuck did you take it? The pawn shop off’a Assembly Street?” That was where his father often sold stolen shit for a few extra bucks. 
That got the other man’s attention. He didn’t take kindly to being yelled and cursed at, especially not by his son. He could always deal it out, but refused to take it. Ray Butler had stopped beating on his son during his Junior year in highschool though, realizing that the boy was now bigger than him. Out of a cowardly fear for his own safety, he stuck to the emotional abuse instead, which only got worse once he didn’t have a true outlet for his frustrations. Austin bristled as he watched the old man glare up at him, taking a long swig from his beer before answering. 
“I took it to Keith’s. If ya needed it so bad, why the hell didn’t you take it with ya in the first place? It’s in my house, so I can do whatever the fuck I want with it.” It was surprising how coherent the man was, especially since he must have been drinking all day long. 
Austin’s father hadn’t had a job in the last seven years, but still managed to scrape by somehow. He was a petty thief whose criminal record stretched all the way back into his boyhood. He had raised the blonde to be the exact same way, but the only thing Austin had truly adopted from his “teachings” was a shared hatred for cops and a scrappy sort of resourcefulness. The other kids that he was forced to interact with at school were the ones that taught him how to fight. They enjoyed taking turns trying to beat the shit out of the town’s poor kid, but once he finally hit his growth spurt in the summer after sixth grade the roles were largely reversed. Nobody messed with him by the time that he had entered high school. He was feared by his peers and just as hated. 
The negative image that he had created served him well though. Not only had he made a name for himself, he had also gained the ability to protect his best friend, which was the only thing he really cared about. Getting the dog shit knocked out of him was one thing, but seeing boys and girls teasing her was a different story. He remembered storming into the girl’s bathroom during his junior year very vividly, yanking up one of popular blonde’s by the back of her shirt. 
“I’m a Butler, so don’t think that I’m above hittin’ a girl.” 
He’d constantly ask you if the bullying persisted even after that, but you always went out of your way to tell him that they had stopped their teasing. Austin was made fun of because he lived in a trailer that should have been condemned long since they originally moved in and barely had enough money to get school supplies every year, but you were picked on because you were perfect. It didn’t make any sense to him, but girls are strange creatures. You made good grades, was the nicest person he had ever met without even trying, and your natural good looks made matters even worse for you. Getting the mean girls to steer clear of you wasn’t the hard part, but keeping the male pervert’s away was an entirely different story. 
It didn’t help that after a long day of putting up with the constant glares, rumors, and telling boys to back off, he’d be forced to come home to incessant tongue lashings. He barely had time to study after taking care of the forty year old drunkard, hence his rotten grades in school. You could only do his homework for him so many times, but hey- you tried. He graduated because of you, at the very least. 
He had landed a job as a mechanic straight out of high school, having been skilled for his age. Who knew that driving a shitty lemon of a car that he constantly had to fix up would lead to a career? He had gotten lucky, which was a rarity in his life. 
Getting his own place was one hell of an achievement, but his past always found a way to come back and haunt him. 
Austin stormed through the connected kitchen and down the hall, sucking in a deep breath before he entered the room. All of the boxes that he had stacked in the corner had been ransacked and picked clean. It was Austin’s fault for thinking that a simple locked door would keep his father out. The blonde could scream over his stolen Iron Maiden and Dio tapes later, for now he needed to focus on the important thing: his tools. 
“You sold them to your crackhead dealer? For what? A bag, right? That was over a hundred dollars worth’a tools!” He screamed from the backroom, kicking an old wooden chair that had been junking up his old room for ages. The thing went flying, hitting the opposite wall with a resounding cracking noise. 
Austin was covered in car oil, smelled like gasoline and sweat after a long day of work, and all he had wanted was to slip in the trailer undetected and grab his things. He had hoped that his father would have been passed out in his room by now so that he could have been in and out without being forced to converse. Nothing ever seemed to go his way. The blonde reached for the metal baseball bat that he still had stuffed under his childhood bed, knocking it against his boot a few times before storming out of the room, pushing past his father and heading straight for the front door. 
“Austin, wait,” The male knew what was coming. The only time his father ever referred to him by his name was when he wanted something. “Can you give me twenty dollars? I need’a pay the power.” 
The baseball bat felt heavy in his hand. He balanced the weight for a second, his jaw clicking as he imagined just how good it would feel to bring it down on top of the other man’s head. If Ray ended up dead, he was sure that he could blame it on a handful of people who he had stolen from or cheated. Austin didn’t need that on his conscience though. So instead of barking back a reply or even pulling out his wallet, he yanked his hand away with a grunt, storming out the door. 
“Jus’ use the money that you got from sellin’ all’a my shit.” He called out before slamming the door behind him, the small and dingy diamond shaped window vibrating with the force of his anger. 
“Is your mama home? If not then I’m gonna use your shower.” Austin gently pushed his way into the house, kicking off his dirty work boots before bounding up the familiar carpeted stairs. 
You blinked in the entryway, slowly closing the front door before turning around to watch him go, the chain from his wallet jingling with his movement. With a small sigh you locked it behind you, following up after him. 
“Well hello to you too.” You teased, watching him open up the linen closet so that he could grab a towel. He was caked with grease, his sun kissed cheeks speckled with black and gray. His black work shirt fit snugly on his form, having shrunk in the wash. At his hip, swinging around with every step that he took, was his black handkerchief. It was also wrecked with engine grease, having been used to clean his hands one too many times that day. He looked devilishly handsome, but he always did. Nothing new. 
“Sorry. Really bad day. Just got back from Keith’s place- he had some of the shit that I left at my dad’s.” He left the bathroom door open as he slipped off his socks, then hurriedly took his shirt off and threw that into the dirty clothes hamper. His small apartment didn’t have a washer and dryer hookup, so he had been doing his laundry at your place for the last two months. 
You didn’t mind, and your mother and father hadn’t noticed either. You sucked at your teeth, turning around to give him privacy. You heard the shower turn on, then the familiar clanking of his chain wallet hitting the side of the sink. Once you heard the shower curtain open and close you turned around, seeing the room empty, his dirty clothes piled neatly in the hamper. You closed the bathroom door behind you as you stepped inside, jumping up on the counter so that you could swing your legs back and forth as you spoke. He seemed frustrated, and you could tell that he needed to talk about it. 
Growing up in a tragically tiny town meant that everybody was always in each other’s business. From preschool to your senior year in high school, every moment was spent with the same exact children. You could count the newer families to move into the small community over the last five years on one hand. Life was slow moving in the old south, and things were horrifically monotonous. You and the blonde had been stuck together like glue ever since primary school, and you didn’t see it changing in the future. 
To say that you knew Austin like the back of your hand was an understatement. Every flaw, quirk and triumph had either been discovered by you, with you at his side, or involved you in some way. In a town filled with mostly elderly folks, kids often found a group of likeminded people and stuck with them for the entirety of their lives. It was horribly predictable of the two of you, yet here you two were, connected at the hip. The bond between you and Austin went above just being best friends. It was something tied to your soul. It wasn’t just hard to imagine a life without him in it, rather it was impossible. 
He didn’t have to tell you that he was angry for you to know that he was beyond aggravated. The restlessness was plain to see. Whether he would be upfront and tell you about the reason or not, you could tell that he needed someone to just sit and listen. Austin wasn’t the kind of person to talk in depth about the things that really upset him. He was more of the “suffer in silence until I inevitably blow up” type. You, on the other hand, weren’t afraid to whine and cry to him about even the slightest of inconveniences. The two of you were polar opposites, and yet it just worked. 
“Keith let you in the house?” You asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow as you watched the steam beginning to curl up and over the curtain. 
Austin let out a humorless laugh, and you could imagine him shaking his head back and forth. You smiled despite the situation, bringing your hand up to your mouth so that you could bite down on your thumb nail. You instantly regretted it, pulling away to see that you had already chipped your freshly painted fingers. 
“A’course he didn’t. I broke into the fucker’s place. Got my tool box back, but the damn thing had been ransacked already. The bones picked clean. I’m out over fifty dollars in tools- checked it once I got back into the car.” 
“Jesus- did he see you? That guy is absolutely insane.” Thankfully, you’d only met the man in passing a handful of times. He was the crazy townee that everybody knew and feared. Keith was the kind of person that you point out to your developing teens to scare them away from drugs and alcohol. “If you don’t want to end up like Ole’ Keith, you better not touch that stuff.” He had a bunch of handmade signs outside of his house with bible scriptures on them, meanwhile the man was dealing meth and coke to make a living. As was the deep south, filled to the brim with religious and moral hypocrisies. 
Either you were a devout Christian or just another local crackhead. Thankfully, you and Austin didn’t fall into either of those categories. You seemed to have made one of your own over the years. 
“He wasn’t home. His truck was gone. The dude left his bedroom window unlocked, so I just ripped the screen off.” 
You used to worry for Austin on a daily basis. The burns and bruises he’d come to school with broke your heart, but no matter how many times you begged your parents to let the blonde come and live with you, they always let you down. You were happy that he finally had somewhere safe to lay his head at night, though he still hadn’t broken the habit of spending most of his down time with you (and you prayed he wouldn’t ever grow out of that habit). As soon as he got off work he was making his way up to your bedroom, often dead tired down to his bones or pissed off. Your parents were gone most of the time anyway though. Your father was a hotshot business man who was away for work most of the time, and your mother insisted on following along with him after the “incident” that happened when you were twelve.
Men who spend most days without their wives and children breathing down their neck usually take advantage of the opportunity. Your father was no different. He was no saint. Then again, neither was your mother. She took most of her frustration out on you after that, and though you knew that her outbursts weren’t a direct cause of anything that you had personally done, that didn’t make it any better. 
Austin was just as much your therapist as you were his. Maybe that was the cause for your codependency. . . either way, neither of you regretted it. It only strengthened the bond, really. 
After Austin was showered and dressed in an outfit that he had left at your house some weeks ago, the two of you found yourselves sprawled out on your bed. You were busy finishing up some homework for one of your classes, and he was reading one of your magazines. He had his head hanging off the side of the mattress, ankles crossed up on one of your pillows. His wet hair was dripping onto your floor. The constant droplets hitting your outdated shag carpet lulled the two of you into a comfortable silence. The two of you didn’t need to talk 
“Where’s a newer one? This one’s a year old.” He suddenly dropped what he was reading onto the floor next to his head, sitting up so that he could face you again. 
You scrunched up your nose, dropping your psychology textbook beside you. 
“That is the newer one.” You told him, to which he scooped it up and off of the floor, turning it over and pointing at the date. 
He was right. It was old. 
It was the June twenty-first issue, the date clear to see on the front: nineteen eighty-four. Bob Dylan was posed on the front in all of his tambourine-man glory. 
“Shit. Sorry, Aus. I thought I handed you the Beatles Anniversary edition.” You started to stand up, but he waved you off. 
“I should probably get going anyway. I have to try to cook myself something. If I don’t eat now then I’ll jus’ go to bed hungry.” 
You had hoped that the two of you could order pizza tonight, but you kept your mouth shut. Lately you found yourself clinging to him a little bit harder than usual. Maybe it was the stress of your sophomore year in college, but you couldn’t be certain. You tried to school the disappointment off of your face as you nodded, standing up to walk him back to the front door. 
“Are we still driving down to see Dave’s show? His band sucks, but he’ll be disappointed if we miss it.” He asked you at the front door, shoving his sock clad feet into his work boots and tying them up haphazardly. 
You slapped your forehead with the palm of your hand, eyes wide. You’d completely forgotten about your friend’s show tomorrow. You’d planned to stay after class and study in the library, but you didn’t mind cramming for next week's test. Austin laughed, the sound causing you to smile to yourself. His laugh was deep, rich and completely contagious. He reached out, his large hand wrapping around your wrist to pull your hand away from your face. 
“You forgot, didn’t you?” He leaned down so that he was at your height, his smile practically blinding. 
You sucked in a breath, but nodded your head anyway. It was hard not to notice his beauty in moments like this. He’d always been handsome, but lately you’d been looking a little too closely at that. A sick twinge of guilt soured your stomach, a feeling of what could only be categorized as “betrayal” causing your face to flush. He was your best friend, and if he knew that you were looking at him like that he would probably be disgusted with you. Hell, you were horrified by your own thoughts recently. You tried to blame the odd feelings on your long-standing lack of romance, but you were starting to believe that was just an excuse.
“I completely forgot.” And you felt bad about it. You’d been so busy with your school work, the recent fight that you had with your mother and. . . well. . . Austin. You cleared your throat softly, kicking at an imaginary pebble on the tiled floor to try and distract yourself. 
Austin seemed to notice the change in attitude and put his hand on the top of your head, ruffling your hair in the way that he knew you despised. He chuckled when you slapped his hand away, instead moving his hand to the base of your neck so that he could pull your much smaller form against his in a tight hug. He’d always been lean and tall, but his physically demanding job had caused his muscles to fill out. He felt warm and strong, smelling of your shampoo. 
“I’ll drive us tomorrow, alright? Maybe you can get some studying done in the car.” And with that he removed his arms from around you. 
You felt the loss of his warmth like a slap in the face. You let him go though, watching as he bounded down the steps towards his van, his keys jingling in his hand with the movement. He was in higher spirits after spending a few hours in your presence. He felt lighter, like some of the crushing weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. You leaned against the doorframe, peeking your head out just to watch him. 
“I love you! Drive home safe, alright?” You called out. 
Austin couldn’t fight off the blush that raised to his ears, but he turned around and quickly returned the sentiment. You had told him that you loved him every day, but his heart still pounded like it had the very first time. Only these days he wished that you really meant it. 
That you loved him the same way that he loved you. 
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alornights · 11 months
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⟢ you took my soul.
➜ in which ! your beauty took their breath away.
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💌 ﹫main 4 + butters stotch.
✩ 🎸 warnings﹗none.
🍓 ⟡ notes — me when subliminals start working, tehehe. based on the jimmy & kyle pretty people drabbles i did. idk what im doing tbh.
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ eric cartman.
hates you.
the guy was so confused about why you looked like you were glowing and why his heart was about to beat out of his chest.
death stared you the entire first week you moved to town.
he later confronts you asking if you do witchcraft. you obviously answer you don't. he thinks you're lying and got plastic surgery.
you say you didn't with like the prettiest smile he's ever seen. he takes your word for it and everyone was shocked.
since then he's been like a parasite who always seems to be stuck with you always there to shoo off anyone irrelevant.
thinks he has asthma bc every time he sees you his breath cuts short and fucking hates himself for "having" asthma.
has tried on multiple occasions to "get rid" of people who bothered you even in the slightest way.
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ kyle broflovski.
is actually so fucking flustered around you.
when he saw you in the cafeteria walking in he couldn't take his eyes off you the entire time, even with his friends calling for him.
if you even give him the slightest hint you're into him, he will take matters into his own hands and just brag to everyone.
for funsies of course.
deffo helps you away from any unwanted eyes, help meaning may literally threaten them in the worst ways possible.
when he's around you its like he's in a daze for him, he just feels like he's on cloud nine and is living the best life ever.
suddenly becomes the most romantic person ever, not that he wasn't already. but like hella cheesy hopeless romantic.
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ stan marsh.
the classic and boring response is a throws up. but he actually doesn't do that contrary to popular beliefs.
he faints instead!
he thought he died since he saw an angel and then his vision went black but he thought hey at least that meant hed be in heaven.
he is stunned when he wakes up in the nurse's office and sees you worried about him of all people.
is like a stuttering mess but he starts slowly but surely relaxing around you, still very nervous talking to you though.
has bragged very purposely in front of wendy that y'all are friends.
while he may not be good at romance, he does try. and by trying i mean he makes u a picnic and brings takeout.
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ kenny mccormick.
ay, he has a heart attack because of you.
kidding. but bro does feel his heart like- stop when he sees you walking down the halls like it's some rom-com movie.
instantly starts making moves on you, no hesitation.
doesn't matter whats going on, if he has the chance, hell take it.
at one point thought you were like his actual guardian angel because he had yet to die after meeting you.
still thinks you are and worships the ground you walk on.
very much one of those "ill do anything for you" but he actually will do anything for you, like seriously. just ask.
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ butters stotch.
surprisingly the most normal of the bunch.
treats you like a normal human being thankfully.
though he does like stutter around you a lot but that calms down and he's usually back to his normal self in like a day or two.
is very much attached to you especially since his parents have
brags so much to the guys and tells them to "suck on these nuts bitch" because you don't hang out with them, ever.
has tried, and failed, to set up a date with you two. cried himself to sleep, and repeated this process for like a week.
it did work. at his house, in front of his parents! but it was kinda fun, you surprisingly got along with them very well.
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letsgetrowdy43 · 5 months
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Two's company, three's a crowd☆—
Request: Quinn and Honey find out they are pregnant with Maeve.
Ahhhh I'm in love with this 🤭
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Au Masterlist!!
Jack's girlfriend placed baby Weston right into Quinn's arms, a soft smile on the man's face as he held the little bundle of joy close to his chest. "He's beautiful J," Honey whispered, teary-eyed at how fatherly Jack looked as he began to tear up at Hun's comment.
The woman admired the intimate scenery in front of her, a baby in Quinn's arms and a misting of tears in his eyes as he held his godson for the first time.
The moment Honey and Quinn made it to their own room in the Lake House Honey sat her husband down on the edge of the bed. A serious look in her eyes as she began, "I'm about to throw an idea out into the open, if you're not on the same page that's fine, just think about it." "You wanna have another baby?" Quinn mused with a grin as he leaned back onto his elbows as Honey smiled shyly. "Sooo badly," she said finally sitting down next to him on the mattress, "my babies aren't babies anymore, and you were holding Weston and I missed that," she watched as Quinn smirked at her, her hands running through his curls as he closed his eyes contently at the feeling.
Quinn pretended to think for a second as his wife waited eagerly for his response, "I'll have as many babies as your heart desires," he grinned as she smacked him in the arm and then pressed a slow kiss to his lips. "I think three is the perfect amount," she mumbled against his mouth as he nipped at her bottom lip.
"I think we should start trying right now," he whispered smugly, his hands running over her hips as he pulled her into his lap. A shallow breath left her lips as he trailed as many kisses along her skin as he possibly could, "your brother is still downstair with the baby," she said in a hushed tone trying to gain enough composure to pull herself off of him. "This is entirely his fault," he said in between kisses as his lips found hers once again, "shouldn't have let me hold the baby looking all sexy, he knew you'd cave," Quinn joked as he flipped her on her back as she let out a quiet squeal.
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The summer was long over and the hockey season was beginning to pick up, the kids were back in school and Honey's work was starting to pick back up. So the hopes of trying again kinda of withered away as life got busy.
That was until Honey laid in bed reading one of those cheesy romance novels that she couldn't get enough of, a tired Quinn asleep next to her, buried in the sheets with one arm wrapped around his wife's torso.
Something had felt off with Honey, she knew her body, she could feel some sort of sickness coming on as the work week came to an end, but what she didn't expect was for a little notification from her period tracker app to pop up saying she was just over three weeks late. A little gasp left her lips as she stared at her phone, "Q," she shook him gently and she got up and out of bed. "What's wrong," he sat up alert, as he stared at his wife who was making her way to the ensuite bathroom.
He followed her tiredly after coming to the realization that there was no real danger, she grinned and stood with a box in her hands. "I'm late," she said with a grin as Quinn leaned against the bathroom counter a tired smile on his face as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, "now get out so I can take this," she shooed him back into their room and shut the door behind him. Quinn laughed at her bossy demeanour, waiting right outside the door for her to open it again. "Can you start a timer for two minutes," she said faintly through the door as she washed her hands and opened it up to see a smiling Quinn.
The two of them stood in the bathroom, her on the counter, and him in between her legs, hands on both of her thighs as they stared at the stopwatch on the phone. It was silent, not tense, but quiet.
A little under a minute left on the clock as Quinn looked up at her, "Remember the first time, in the old apartment, and I proposed to you right after I made you think I was about to leave you."
Forty-five seconds.
"I was so panicked, and then you left me crying," she mumbled, looking away from the clock to see him watching her with so much love in his eyes. "The outcome was perfect though," he whispered, "I can't believe that was almost nine years ago."
Thirty seconds left.
"We had no idea what we were doing," she reminisced as she looked back down at the clock. "I had no doubts in us." "Of course, you didn't" "I'm serious," he laughed, "we were so in love, I had no hesitations that we would figure it out," he was so serious, his tone so genuine as he spewed love-sick words, blush rising up her cheeks as his eyes landed back on the timer
Fifteen seconds.
"You think we have it figured out by now?" she asked, leaning forward to place a kiss on his brow bone as he stared in concentration. "I think we'll be just fine," he said with a little grin, "our first two are perfect, I'm sure this one will be just fine."
Five seconds.
"I love you," he looked at her as she leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you so much Q," she whispered as her forehead pressed against his.
The time startled both of them as Quinn silenced it, a nervous grin on both of their faces as they stared at the test that was placed upside down on the other end of the bathroom counter. "I'll do it," she reached over the sink and grabbed the little pink stick, holding it upside down in between them. both of them saying a silent little prayer inside their heads as Honey flipped it over.
"Pregnant 2 weeks"
A gasp left her lips as she looked up at Quinn who pulled her into his chest, squeezing her so tight as she whispered about just how much she loved him in his ear. "We are having a baby," he pulled away, his hands now cupping her face as he kissed her once again, tears rolling down both of their cheeks as they shared sloppy emotional kisses, surrounded by their love for one another and their little, now complete, family.
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First Date Yandere! Vincent
pairing: yandere! Vincent x fem reader 
summary: first date and head canons at end
warnings: n/a 
authors note:
You opened your window, slowly at first, you sensed no danger but still aired on the side of caution. 
“Vincent, I know you’re out here stop being a fucking creep and ask to come in.” You huffed at the poorly hidden lanky man. 
He thought you didn’t know he lurked outside of your house staring at you. You knew and instead of being scared and calling the cops like you probably should have … you oddly found it endearing. 
“Uhm hey I’m sorry … I just …. I don’t know.” said a red-faced Vincent, as he moved from his hiding spot rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 
“Whatever I don’t care, just don’t be outside my house creepin’ like a damn thief in the night.” You said outwardly annoyed even though you really weren’t. You weren’t angry more so curious about his interest in watching you.
After you let him in through your bedroom window, once he stepped inside, he locked it. You then guided him to your living room for a bit of Southern hospitality…. just sweet tea and pound cake for now. 
He sat on your couch looking largely out of place but still so handsome to you. 
“OK, so what’s your deal? Are you trynna kill me? rape me? date me? what?” You spoke rapid-firing questions, no need to beat around the bush. 
“Uh no none of that I’m so sorry y/n, I just, I, I don’t know, I think I’m interested in you.” He stuttered out.
“You think or you know?” you said hand on your hip. 
“I want you to like me, I want to make you smile.” Vincent said nervously. 
“I think you’re trying to ask me on a date.” You replied.
“Is that what people normally do? Is that what you’d want your man to do for you?” Vincent questioned. He obviously had little to no understanding of dating and romance. 
“I believe so, so when and where to?” you asked smiling and smirking.
“Uh can I pick you up tomorrow at 5?” he shyly asked. 
“Yes Vinny, now get out, and I better not catch you in my fucking yard again.” You said while shooing him to the door. 
After you slammed the door in his face Vincent was mind blown. You hadn’t called the cops. and you two were going on a date.
Since he had laid eyes on you Vincent started googling all kinds of silly childish things like, how to tell if you like someone? does she like me? what is a date?
But now he finally had a date planned and he was freaking out. He knew nothing, and he could not fuck this up. Google could only help him so much… It was time to call his mother and ask for advice.
He really didn’t want to; it was his last resort. His mother would be very dramatic, he was sure. But it was you, he needed all the help he could get so he bit the bullet.
He had never expressed any romantic or sexual interest in anyone, let alone to his mother. But for you, he felt both. 
After speaking with his mother on the phone for hours, he felt equipped to court you. It wouldn’t be normal. He wasn’t normal, He couldn’t love you normally. But he could love you. And after his courtship, he wondered if you would love him too.
He knew that his brain was different, and so did his mother, that’s why he wasn’t shocked at his odd attraction to you. He just knew he needed and wanted you. He understood that much. 
From what he knew about you from your first encounter to the few conversations you two had during his time working near your home. He found you enchanting. He felt like you were missing something, and he could be all of that. He would be all of that for you.
He knew even more about you from the time he’d spent outside of your house. Yes, it was wrong, but he liked to see your face before he drove home for the evening. If he didn’t, he’d have to wait until you woke up and went on to your porch the next morning. That was too long for him.
The next day when he took you on your date, you wanted nothing more than to take the gentle giant home with you forever. 
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yandere! Vincent brought you a bundle of beautiful large white lilies when he knocked on the door to pick you up for your date. 
yandere! Vincent held you closer as you hugged him in thanks for the flowers. He looked down at you and used his huge hand to tilt your chin so he could examine your face. 
yandere! Vincent opened the door to his car for you and even buckled you in. 
yandere! Vincent lets you choose the music, while internally remembering the type of music you enjoyed. 
yandere! Vincent held your hand tightly in his as you walked into the restaurant he chose.
yandere! Vincent listened to everything you talked about on your date. When you asked him questions and he answered right away. 
yandere! Vincent refuses to leave the restaurant if you don’t pick a dessert. He wouldn’t have one, but he insisted you deserved it. 
yandere! Vincent is very nervous if the date is going well, but you keep smiling and it warmed his heart. 
yandere! Vincent didn’t want the date to end as he drove you home from your last stop of the night. But he couldn’t think of a way to keep you longer. 
yandere! Vincent’s phone rang while he drove, and he asked that you answer it to your surprise. He wouldn’t risk any reckless driving, not while you were in his car. 
yandere! Vincent’s mom was on the other side, she audibly gasped when she heard a woman’s voice. She knew right away who you are and she began to embarrass Vinny by saying how much he likes you, how much he talks about you, even the dumb things he did as a kid. By the end of the phone call, you were crying with laughter. His mother was hilarious and kind-hearted. Vinny just drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove, he wasn’t worried about the conversation between you too. Once parked on your street Vincent took his phone and spoke to his mother briefly before hanging up. 
yandere! Vincent told you his mother said goodnight and that you are a doll. He walks you to the entrance of your home after unbuckling you and opening your door. When at the door you invite him in. You aren’t ready to leave him either.
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AFHMB is a dark fantasy, colonial era WIP IF with some historical inspiration and intended for a ~16+ audience. It is hosted on Itch.io, made with Twine, and will be free start-to-finish. Demo here.
Warnings for general death, very briefly mentioned infant death, war, and disease, amongst others.
The war’s victory was not a joyous affair. There was no celebration when the encroaching forces were routed from the land. No drinking. No parties. No cheering or tearful greetings from spouses who had not seen one another in nearly a decade.
The silence was unmistakable. Loud. Overwhelming.
There was no joy to be found in it.
The removal of enemy soldiers from Herritus was instead met by one of the bleakest seasons to have ever settled over the country’s south. Crops and livestock died of the cold, infants were unable to be roused from their frigid sleep, and chromatia returned from its grave with wretched determination.
The streets are deserted- not a soul travels the worn roads. The homeless freeze to death and community shelters across the nation are wrung dry. Not even a noble such as yourself is safe from the cold’s grip.
It seeps in through the cracked windows, through the gaps under the doors. Your fire cannot douse it. No matter how many lanterns you light, the shudders will not be dispelled. You don a dozen layers; it finds a way through each.
When you are diagnosed with the grey ruin and made to realise you may have only a few months left to live, you must take it upon yourself to remove any remaining loose ends- before the sickness takes you.
And yet...something is wrong in the town of Nērisk. Something impossible is happening. And someway, somehow, it all ties back in to your brother’s murder twenty years prior.
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Reminder that everything here is subject to change. It is a WIP for a reason.
- Customize your MC, including their gender (with options for women, men, and nonbinary MCs, plus enby men and women) and pronouns (supports multiple sets and custom input), appearance, and skills.
- MC’s personality is semi-set.  You can shift the way they develop and how they react to some situations, but some facets of themself will always be set.
- Optionally romance any of 9 options, with 10 poly routes available, including one quad (four person) option.
- Discover that not everything in Nērisk is as it seems, and that you cannot put your past behind you quite so easily...
- You are not the hero of this story. Rediscover old friends, and with them, old vices you thought you’d overcome.
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Florain Vettikar [M/F]: An individual from your past you held dear (ex-best friend or ex-lover), taken from you too soon as karmic retribution. They’re long dead...but that doesn’t mean they’re gone.
Aviri von Jhersten [NB]: Someone you knew long ago. Their hands and yours are stained with the same blood, yet they were the one to claim guilt for the fresh grave. Now, they return, with new money and old vendettas.
Cillian Rittaker [M/NB/F]: You had seen Cillian once in passing as a child, a poor orphan your mother had shooed you away from. Nowadays, ze’s a powerful healer...and Nērisk’s final bastion against the chromatia.
Liel Amorson [M/F]: A childhood friend. You haven’t seen them in the decades since their family was forced to flee Nērisk, but now they return. You’d think they hadn’t changed at all if not for the emptiness in their eyes.
Acrocantus vel Yurius [M]: A son of the king of a distant country, who ran to Nērisk to escape his father and his homeland. He’s completely out of his depth...and is paying you to let him stay in your manor.
Ueryphus el Lirisis [NB]: Vel Yurius’ personal guard. They don’t trust you, and maybe they’re right not to. Still, they manage being unhappily polite, if only due to your extended grace when it comes to housing them.
Niphiles Ivares [F]: A wanderer, constantly coming and going. You’ve seen her around a few times, maybe even had a chat or two. Now, though, she’s trapped here in Nērisk, and growing increasingly paranoid…
Micah Kirrest [NB]: An annoyingly kind and persistent barkeep- and perhaps the only person you can call friend. Recently, you’d been separated, and now ey refuse to leave your side...no matter the circumstances.
Allifair ve Ketimnar [M/F]: As a child, they were forced to train under the same church authority you were, and now, they’re a priest with that same church. They hide their guilt well with jokes and snark. Too well.
[Poly routes are Florain/Aviri, Florain/Liel, Florain/Micah, Aviri/Micah, Cillian/Niphiles, Cillian/Aviri, Cillian/Allifair, Liel/Micah, and Acrocantus/Ueryphus.]
[The four-person poly route is Florain/Liel/Micah.]
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Tag Directory [TBA]
Profile - Florain Vettikar [TBA]
Profile - Aviri von Jhersten
Profile - Cillian Rittaker [TBA]
Profile - Liel Amorson
Profile - Acrocantus vel Yurius [TBA]
Profile - Ueryphus el Lirisis [TBA]
Profile - Niphiles Ivares [TBA]
Profile - Micah Kirrest
Profile - Allifair ve Ketimnar
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neverwanttofallasleep · 6 months
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A Need That Goes Unspoken - Chapter 3
Word count: 4,797
For pairings, warnings, and disclaimer - see Masterpost
thank you again @writingcold for your support x
a/n: please bear with me if the next few chapters take a bit longer to get out. life is happening - sorry! i will definitely finish this story and i'm still writing as we speak. just gotta make more time x
(this chapter contains explicit sexual content!)
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You stare at yourself in the mirror for a long while. You turn to view every angle of your body, just to double-check you haven't got anything twisted or any strings tucked in. Although you and Sam are seemingly in some kind of ceasefire, you’re reluctant to give him any ammunition to tease you. You think you know where you stand, but one wrong look, or in this case one nip-slip, and you might be back to being the recipient of his juvenile bullying again.
Last night, Alex had practically force-fed you some grilled salmon and vegetables, and fussed over how much water you were drinking, before Eloise had given him the stink-eye and told him to back off. As you tried to help clear the plates, Josh shooed you away. Everyone was at your disposal, offering you cups of tea or medicine or shoulder rubs, which you bashfully declined. The only offer you did take up was a cigarette with Jake, which you held between your shaky fingers as the two of you hid sneakily around the side of the house.
You’d decided that after this, a shower would do you some good. Relax your muscles, wash your hair. Rinse the adrenaline and sweat from the accident off of you. Jake had agreed.
“I think a shower is a good idea.” He’d hummed, plucking the smoke from your fingers and taking a drag. “Ellie always encourages hot water after a sickness or injury.” He smiled dreamily. “She’s gonna be such a good nurse.”
You grinned. “Of course she is. You picked a good one, Jake.”
He smirked, looking you dead in the eyes as he handed you back the cigarette. “Honestly, I still can’t believe she picked me, y’know. Three years later and I still feel like the luckiest guy on the planet.”
You shook your head as you exhaled the smoke. “She’s as lucky as you are. You two were meant for each other.”
He frowned. “It’s gonna be harder this year. She was only like half an hour away when I was at home. Now I’m gonna be all over the place while she’s stuck in Saginaw.”
You petted his arm reassuringly. “You’ll visit each other. And you’re both living your dreams. At least she’s not dropping out like Alex.”
He huffed a laugh. “God, yeah. I’d never want her to do that. I’ll just miss her.”
You felt so warm for Jake. When you were around him and Eloise, you could feel the love rolling off them in literal waves. It was like watching a romance novel come to life.
Jake had taken the smoke from you again. “Stop hogging. Alex’ll have my balls if he catches us.”
You’d giggled.
He’d stomped on the butt a minute or so later, and peeped his head around the corner to check for your aforementioned brother before waving at you to follow him back into the house.
Josh, who was washing the dishes, had given you a ridiculously obvious stage wink as you both returned inside, but luckily, Alex was back in the garden with Danny and Ellie.
Phoebe gave you a soft smile from her post by the sink, dish towel in hand. “How are you feeling now, Y/N? Better now that you’ve had something to eat?”
Phoebe is the sweetest living creature. Like an angel, or a faerie, plucked from the sky and put onto earth. She looks like one too. Long, golden curls flowing down her back, always jingling with sparkly jewelry and radiant in floaty summer dresses. She definitely doesn’t act like she’s 17. You believe she was surely reincarnated from an old soul, ridiculously wise beyond her years.
She and Josh have a special relationship, which is unsurprising for three reasons. One, everyone loves Josh. Two, everyone loves Phoebe. And three, Josh, despite his chaotic theatricality and the fact that his head is often stuck in the clouds, is a fierce protector of his brothers, Danny included. Anyone that enters the Kiszka orbit must first go through Josh, and he can be a force to be reckoned with, when he wants to be. 
This is true for Jake, too, in a different way. He’s a quiet observer, and he’s too kind to ever really show contempt for anyone. Despite his shyness, he’s extremely attentive, always noticing things that others miss. He’s the calm to Josh’s storm, which makes perfect sense, when you think about it.
Both twins (and you assume Sam, although you weren’t paying any attention to him) took a shine to Phoebe the moment they met her, which was, coincidentally, the night Danny met her, too. You knew that for a fact, because you’d been there. It was at one of the band’s gigs in a dive bar, about eight months ago. Alex had dragged you along, sneaking you both through the back, much to your dismay. Once you heard them play properly, though, you had to admit they were quite good. Phoebe had been twirling around to the music like some sort of Stevie Nicks-esque goddess, and Danny couldn’t keep his eyes off her. He’d offered her a drink and introduced her to his brothers, to their great delight, and the rest is history.
Despite your being estranged from Danny and the Kiszkas and not getting to see much of her, the times you have spent with Phoebs are imprinted on your brain like a tattoo. She is endlessly kind, creative, sweet, and smart. You envy her, but you love her.
You’d nodded in response. “Yeah, dinner definitely helped.”
She’d smiled sweetly at you. “Let me know if I can do anything for you, babe.” 
“Thanks, Phoebs. Still sore, but, you know. I’m actually about to have a shower, so hopefully that’ll help.”
Josh had gestured his head toward the bathroom as he pulled the plug from the sink. “Sam’s in there now. But we’re gonna head back outside, so it’s all yours next.”
You’d nodded.
Jake grabbed a couple of seltzers from the fridge and Josh followed him outside like a little puppy. Twins, you’d smiled to yourself. Like magnets. 
Phoebe dried the last plate and stacked it next to the sink, hanging up the towel neatly, humming to herself. Not a care in the world. As she went to follow the boys outside, she turned back to face you, where you were still standing dumbly in the middle of the kitchen, off in your daydreams.
“Things still tense with you-know-who?” She’d asked you. Her voice is lilty, like a wind chime.
You shrugged. “Yeah, think so. Who knows, maybe we’ve trauma-bonded.”
She’d giggled. “Nothing brings people together like fear.”
You heard some semblance of truth in her words. Knowing Phoebe, she probably wasn’t being sarcastic. She has a very optimistic view of the world.
“I’ll be outside if you need me.” She’d smiled, and flitted out the door.
You’d sat in your room until you heard the sound of the bathroom door open, and the door to the bunk room close. You grabbed some fresh pajamas and strode across the living room, reenergised from your food, and anxious for the steam to relax your aching muscles. 
As you went to grab the bathroom door handle, the door next to it opened, too. You saw Sam properly for the first time since he left the truck. His hair was wet, once again, and he was wearing pajama shorts and a white t-shirt. He didn’t look great, if you were honest. He had circles under his eyes he was moving very stiffly, as you imagined you were, too. You made steady eye contact, and held it for a moment, unsure how to proceed.
“Are you okay?” You’d whispered.
“Been better. But I’ll live.” He turned his body further toward you and gave a weird, small smile. “You?”
“I’m fine. Alex has been fussing over me but I’m really okay. Just a headache and sore all over.” You gestured to the back of your head. You were word-vomiting, because you didn’t know how to navigate this. This might have been the first civil conversation you and Sam had shared in three years, if you didn’t count the one in the truck earlier. 
You’d looked him up and down. “Did you get hurt?”
He gave an extremely small, reluctant nod. Barely a tip of his chin. “There wasn’t a headrest on my side.”
You’d felt your face drain of color, and you gasped. “Your neck! Sam, I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?”
He frowned. “Couldn’t really feel it at the time.”
You were feeling so, so guilty. “I’m so fucking sorry.” You’d had to hold back the urge to place your hand on the side of his neck, to soothe him in some way.
“It’s alright, Y/N. Wasn’t your fault. Could’ve happened to anyone.”
You’d shaken your head. “I know. But I should’ve been paying more attention. Braked earlier. Checked to make sure you were alright after. I was so useless.” You felt a tear beginning to slide down your cheek, and now you had another emotion to contend with. On top of feeling like the worst person on the planet, being the one person Sam disliked so much, and also getting him into a car accident and giving him whiplash, now you were embarrassed for crying in front of him.
“We’ll be fine.” He’d tried to smile at you, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
He’d padded away to the fridge to get himself some water as you quickly shut yourself in the bathroom. You were so conflicted. There was a part of you that wanted to scold yourself for worrying about Sam. He was going to be fine, just like you. No blood, no permanent injuries. Just a shitty thing you went through together, and that didn’t change the fact that he was a dick to you. But another part of you wanted to comfort him, share his pain. You did, after all, go through it together. And you did, unfortunately, still care about him, and want for his safety and happiness. You hated that. He obviously didn’t give a fuck about you, so why did you give a fuck about him?
You’re thinking the same thing now, as you stand in the same bathroom, staring at yourself in your bathing suit. Yesterday was horrible, but it’s over. You’re still sore, but it’s starting to fade. Would you and Sam go back to being mortal enemies now that a new sun has risen? You hope not, but at the same time, why wouldn’t you? Would it feel more normal if he started picking on you again? It’s not like you’ve made any kind of incredible, emotional breakthrough. You checked on each other last night, did your due diligence. Maybe that’s all it was.
A moment later, you get your answer.
“Can you hurry the fuck up in there? Some of us also need to use the bathroom.”
Your face immediately drops into a sneer. “Can’t you go upstairs?”
“No,” comes the reply, affronted.
You huff, pulling your dress back over your bathing suit, and swing open the door.
“You need to learn some patience.” You spit at Sam. God, maybe the prospect of a truce and then having it pulled out from under your feet was making you more fiery than normal.
“You need to learn how to be faster in the goddamn bathroom.” He fires back, looking you up and down with a nasty smirk. “This isn’t a fucking sorority.”
“Fuck you, Sam.” You growl and push past him, back to the safety of the sunroom.
Christ. Ceasefire over. This is war.
You get a hard ‘no’ from Alex as you begin to pull the cooler out of the back of Jake’s Jeep.
“Don’t you dare. You’re not carrying anything.” He scolds you, attempting to pry your fingers from the handle.
“I’m fine.” You groan. “Sam’s carrying a chair.” You add under your breath, not wanting to draw his attention.
“Sam’s not my sister.” Alex clips back. “If he wants to end up in a neck brace, that’s his prerogative.”
You smirk at that, finding the image of Sam in a neck brace crudely satisfying.
You relent, dropping your hand, and begin the short trek through the grass onto the sand.
You fucking love the beach. Like, insanely love it. If you had to pick your top three places on earth, it would be, in order: the beach, the Eiffel Tower (having never been, but you’ve always wanted to), and the Frankenmuth library.
The beach at Oscoda, on the shore of Lake Huron, which is so expansive it could easily be mistaken for an ocean, is your absolute favorite. You must’ve really blocked it out of your memory, because looking at it now, it’s even more beautiful than you remember. Sparkling blue water, almost-white sand, the little pier stretching out into the shallows. There are small children splashing about and parents sitting under umbrellas. It’s like heaven.
You hear Josh call from behind you. He and Sam are pulling things out of the cooler onto one of the picnic tables under the trees, which must have a perfect view of the water.
“Drink, Y/N?”
“Just one!” Alex calls from the car.
You roll your eyes, and Josh winks.
“Yes, please. Did we bring seltzers?” You ask, and he grins, pulling one out and walking toward you.
He hands you the drink and you both turn back to look over the water.
“Gorgeous, isn’t she?” He muses.
“I forgot how much so.” You reply dreamily.
Josh smirks at you cheekily, tugging at the hem of his tank top. “Race you in?”
You shriek and giggle as you slide off your sandals, whip your dress over your head, dump it onto the sand and your unopened can and sunglasses on top of it, and sprint for the water. Josh is barely a hair behind you, and as you both splash deeper into the waves, he grabs your waist and pulls you under with him.
You spend an extremely pleasant moment fully submerged, the ice-cold water piercing your skin in the best way possible, before emerging and whipping your hair back out of your eyes. Josh does the same.
“Oh, it’s so much warmer today!” He exclaims.
“Warmer?” You reply, shocked. “It’s freezing!”
He shakes his head. “It’s perfect.”
You grin, splashing each other and swimming around.
In your peripheral, you see Jake and Danny running for the water. They came with the girls in Ellie’s car, while Josh drove Jake’s, and must’ve arrived minutes after you, but they’ve certainly wasted no time. They shove each other as they approach, and eventually Danny’s sheer size causes Jake to tumble forward under the waves.
You all laugh as he pops back up, performing a much more impressive hair flick than Josh.
“This is what summer’s all about!” Danny declares. He paddles up to put an arm around your shoulders. “So glad you came, Y/N. Wouldn’t have been the same without you.”
You blush. “Thanks, Danny. I’m glad I’m here too.”
You look back toward the table. You see Alex and the girls heading toward your group, their feet just barely in the water. You’ve managed to get quite far from the shore in a short amount of time, but you can still just make out Sam, sitting at the table, sunglasses on. You wonder if he’s looking at you, before shaking the thought away. Why would he? Perhaps to make a mental list of things to tease you about. You scowl.
You all spend an enjoyable amount of time splashing around in the cool water. After a few minutes, you become completely acclimatized, and it now feels like a very pleasant temperature.
Danny and Jake get Phoebe and Eloise up on their shoulders and the girls have a very impressive chicken fight, with Ellie ending up getting thrown off, laughing all the way down. As he pulls her up out of the water, Jake complains that Danny has a height advantage, to which Ellie wraps her petite arms around Jake’s neck and says, “You’re the perfect height for me, baby. Wouldn’t want you any other way.”
Jake looks absolutely smitten with that, and they begin kissing, while Danny and Alex cat-call, and Josh makes fake gagging noises.
“Okay, food and drinks time!” Phoebe proclaims, and everyone follows her, trudging back toward the shore.
You hang back, wanting to enjoy the serenity alone for just a bit longer. You lay back and float, closing your eyes, and letting the gentle current pull you around a little. You think about Sam. You try not to, but that just makes it worse.
You hate that after all these years, less than two days in his proximity has brought back all these feelings. You want to hate him, because he hates you. But you can’t. You can’t erase the memory of the boy who gave you his ice cream when yours fell out of the cone, the boy who helped you ride a bike for the first time, the boy who let you have the bottom bunk even though he was scared, too. He’s still in there, and you saw a glimpse of him yesterday, when he put his hand on your knee and waited for you to breathe normally again. You’d never admit it to anyone, hell, you can barely admit it to yourself, but you know you’d do anything for another glimpse.
You hear Alex and Josh calling your name from the table and you bring yourself upright again.
“Coming!” You call back, as you begin to wade your way back into shore.
You catch Sam’s eye as you walk through the sand, sliding your sandals back onto your feet. At least, you think you do. It’s hard to tell with his sunglasses on. He has a very strange look on his face.
“What, no snarky comment?” You snap at him. “Not gonna tell me I have a wedgie or something?”
He schools his expression into something disdainful, and does something extremely childish. He pokes his tongue out at you. 
You have to bite back the giggle that threatens to burst. You won that round.
You sit down at the table next to Danny and run your eyes over the spread in front of you. Another one of Josh’s famous cheeseboards, this one supplemented with fruit and cured meats, too. Your mouth waters. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot something, and you break out into a huge grin.
“Josh!” You exclaim, reaching for the jar of pickles. “Thank you! When did you even get these?”
Josh gives you a funny look, glancing around the table before giving you an equally enthusiastic smile.
“That’s my little secret.”
You grin as you twist the top open and pull out a spear, taking a huge, crunchy bite. You hum with contentment, your eyes slipping closed.
“Fuck, yeah.”
Everyone chuckles. Well, almost everyone.
Your little group spends a very pleasant couple of hours down at the beach. You all take another dip in the water, sunbathe a bit, and polish off the snacks. You help Danny and Phoebe build a ridiculously lopsided sand castle, before the water rises and a small wave pulls it all down.
Every time you try to sneak a glance at Sam, his eyes are on you, accompanied by a scowl. You quickly look away. He’s quiet and stays under the trees for most of the outing, and you can only assume he’s trying to behave in front of his brothers, while making his mental list of ways to torment you later. He’s impossible. 
As you help Josh pack up, you can’t help yourself. You sneakily stare at Sam as he walks, alone, down to the water and submerges himself. You try not to look as he reemerges, face to the sky, as the water streams in tiny rivulets from the tips of his hair down his golden chest. You wish he didn’t look so damn good. And you wish you didn’t feel a pang of guilt and empathy when you notice how stiffly he’s still moving.
You let yourself dry out in the sun on the back porch when you return home. The girls sit by your sides, towels splayed out underneath you, as you let the rays warm your face and body.
Alex wordlessly places a bottle of sunscreen on the decking next to you, and you give him a dirty look.
After a little while of tanning and gossiping, Jake appears at the back door, drinks in hand.
“Ladies.” He offers, holding the glasses out for the three of you.
“Did you make us cocktails, baby?” Ellie exclaims as he leans down to give her a kiss.
“Sure did.” He brushes her hair back from her face. “Anything for my girl. Girls.” He blushes.
Their love-fest would almost be nauseating, if it wasn’t so damn perfect.
After your reluctance to come on this holiday, and the traumatic events of yesterday, you’re actually surprised at how happy you feel to be here, now. Sam could sulk in his bedroom and give you dirty looks all he wanted, but you’re resolved not to let it ruin your trip.
After another late dinner and a few rounds of beer pong in the backyard, everyone starts to say their goodnights and head off to their respective rooms. There seems to be a sleepy, sunkissed aura around the house. You do your rounds, thanking everyone for a lovely day (except Sam, obviously, who’s been mysteriously absent since dinner and presumably already in bed).
You decide it’s finally time to shower and wash the sand out of your hair, so you grab your pajamas and pad quietly through the dark living room. Not a second after you’ve shut yourself in the bathroom and pulled your dress over your head, there’s a knock on the door.
“Occupied!” You call.
The door opens anyway, and Sam steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and leaning back against it, eyes on you.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You whisper-shout at him, covering your bathing suit with your arms.
He doesn’t reply, and you cannot, for the life of you, deduce the look on his face.
“Sam, this isn’t funny. Get the fuck out. I’m trying to shower.”
He’s silent, but he takes a step toward you, crowding in on you in the small space. You feel your pulse begin to quicken, a sneer plastered on your face. You feel… afraid? What is this?
“What are you doing?” You say again, but again he doesn’t reply. He is staring at you with so much intensity, you start to feel claustrophobic.
“Why were you staring at me at the beach? Have you been cataloging horrible things to say to me?” You smirk, mostly to yourself. You know you were right.
He doesn't respond, but you see a flicker of a smile on his mouth. He’s so close to you now. Your toes are almost touching.
“Why do you hate me, Sam? What the fuck happened to us?”
He takes a step closer to you, but he still doesn’t say anything.
You feel your heart begin to race. Is he about to hit you? Scream in your face?
“What are you doing?” You ask quietly, for a third time.
He steps even closer, his knee bumping your thigh as he plants a foot between yours.
“Sam, what’s going on?” Your voice is barely a whisper now. You feel a strange fluttering in your throat.
Sam does something completely unexpected. He places a hand on your chest, pushing you back until your ass hits the bathroom counter. You just stare at him. He lifts other his hand to your chin, ghosting his fingertips across your bottom lip. You let out a small gasp. In the millisecond that your lips are open, he crams his two middle fingers into your mouth.
“Can you just shut up for. One. Fucking. Second?”
Your eyes are wide as saucers, staring into his. You nod.
He breathes a deep sigh, as if what he’s about to tell you is physically painful for him. As if he hasn’t physically restrained you. “I was staring at you at the beach, because…” he frowns, and runs his eyes down your body. “Because you look so fucking hot in that bathing suit."
You take in a sharp breath around his fingers. You don’t know how to react to what he’s saying. He thought you were hot?
“Did you wear that just to spite me?” He’s almost growling at you.
You shake your head. Your saliva is starting to drip down your chin, but something about it is obscenely erotic. Your heart is hammering in your chest. You don’t have a single clue what is transpiring between the two of you at this current moment. All you know is that you don’t want him to remove his hand. He’s completely invading your senses. Everything is just Sam. Sam. Sam.
“I fucking hate what you do to me.” He breathes, looking down at the floor.
You just stare at the top of his head. It’s as if he’s forgotten that you can’t respond. You can feel the redness burning in your cheeks, sweat beading on your neck, heartbeat thundering under his palm. Your arms have dropped, limp by your sides.
He looks up at you again. You can see that his breathing has sped up. His pupils are blown wide. Is Sam Kiszka turned on by you?
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He says it like he’s angry about it.
You don’t even recognize the sound coming out of you when you whimper, and he withdraws his fingers from your mouth. They’re dripping with your spit, and he slides his hand down to wrap them loosely around your throat. His eyes flick between yours, and for a split second, he looks earnest.
“Do you want this?”
You don’t even take a second to think before breathing, “Yes.”
His mouth crashes down on yours, hard. It’s all teeth and tongue, and before you can even blink, you’re reciprocating. What the fuck is happening? You’re so turned on, every part of you that connects with him is tingling.
His grip on your throat becomes tighter, and his other hand slides down your stomach to grip at your hip, his long fingers digging into your skin. It hurts deliciously.
You flail your arms until one of your hands is knotted firmly in his hair, the other gripping the nape of his neck.
You make a small noise into his mouth and he hums in agreement. Roughly, and without ceremony, he slides his hand down to palm at your breast, as his lips drag across your jaw and down your neck. He bites down, hard. You whimper.
“Fuck.” He murmurs into your skin.
You can feel his erection pressing into your hipbone, and in a startling moment of clarity, you realize that you’re kissing Sam. Your Sam. This can’t be real.
He slides the hand on your hip around to grab a handful of your ass, as the other pushes into the front of your bikini bottoms. He roughly circles your clit with his fingertips as he brings his mouth back to yours, sinking his teeth into your lip. You clench your jaw to keep from whining.
You grip his forearm as he continues to touch you, sliding his fingers through you before pushing them inside. He pumps relentlessly as his thumb takes over your clit, his eyes darting between yours.
You moan, throwing your head back and lowering your arms to grip the edge of the counter. Fuck, this feels so good.
You want to touch him, too, but you can’t. You’re too wrapped up in your own bliss.
You feel yourself begin to clench around his fingers and you lean your face down into his neck, moaning breathily into his ear.
“You gonna come for me?” He grunts.
You make an affirmative noise in the form of a whine as you unravel, your limbs shaking and teeth sinking into his collarbone.
You lean against him, panting, for a few moments, before he abruptly removes his hand from you. He wipes his fingers on his jeans and steps away.
“Do you want -” You begin, but he cuts you off.
“No.” He frowns, turns, and leaves.
You lean back into the counter, pulse still racing, legs heavy, as you try to piece together what’s just happened. Sam just gave you the fastest orgasm of your life, and then walked out, with no explanation.
What the fuck was that?
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fiendpact · 4 months
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John Corcoran (@mrjohncorcoran) As promised, a non-exhaustive list of Shadowheart hooks/hints/prompts in two parts in the thread. From throughout the game, so spoilers naturally
General audience:
Nibbles the mouse
Shadowheart defending Nocturne while they were initiates. Hint that Viconia is proud of her, though never admits it
Nocturne doing Shadowheart's hair
Buddog, a childhood rival/bully of Shadowheart, who was also part of the mission to steal the Astral Prism
Training and indoctrination against Githyanki
The actual heist to take the Astral Prism from Vlaakith's vaults. Shadowheart being the sole survivor of a five-member team
Hints at an earlier infiltration mission at a ball in Baldur's Gate
Viconia giving Shadowheart elocution lessons to help her blend into high society
Shadowheart's enjoyment of disguises and roleplay as part of her Sharran training
Shadowheart and Nocturne's hideaway full of night orchids
'Four dogs, eight cats, nine chickens, six pigeons, four sheep, a milk cow named Daphne, a squirrel who's far too clever for her own good, and a wolf cub I found orphaned in some woods'
The owlbear joining Shadowheart's menagerie
Shadowheart's failed attempts to preserve some of her memories
Allister Marnley (Shadowheart's deceased tutor)
The graffiti
Remembering childhood games from the blighted village
Flashes of memories upon being punished by Shar's curse (while playing as Shadowheart only - not companion).
Learning about Dark Justiciars as a young initiate, and dreaming of becoming one
Nocturne helping Shadowheart remember herself whenever she had her memories taken away
'I'd like to see the islands maybe, or head south to Amn. I heard there's an enclave of werecats that hunt the followers of dark gods by moonlight. I'd love to see if there's any truth to that'
Shadowheart's Special Scrumpy
Dragon-riding with Lae'zel
Bonding with her mother, and remembering the taste of her cooking from childhood
Learning jokes from her father
Visiting the House of the Moon, and evading Sharran assassins
Somewhat spicy audience:
What unfolded under the cover of darkness in Sharess' Caress.
Shared love of smutty literature with Wyll
Hint of discreet romances and encounters amongst Sharran trainees at the Cloister
Ever notice how the Sharrans all seem to sleep together in a big dorm?
Untying knots with her tongue
'Try not to dream of tying me up'
Mistaking Durge's nighttime bloodlust for something more amorous, and being perfectly willing to go along with it stealthily while the rest of the camp sleeps
'She looks like she could throw me over her shoulder and carry me to safety... should the need arise'
And it's lesser-seen epilogue follow-up: 'between you and me, I've pretended to have a sprained ankle now and again, for a ride on those muscles'
'Don't wear them out entirely, priest. I might have use for them yet'
Further building of sand castles
Climbing Mount Halsin
*Gestures broadly at Shadowheart and Lae'zel's love-hate tension*
A standing invitation for a private audience with Mother Superior Shadowheart, should you ever be in the vicinity of the Cloister
'Kiss me like you hate me'
Tav: 'If in doubt, I can always lie. We've been slaying dragons and making love atop piles of gold'. Shadowheart: 'That sounds fun - why haven't we been doing that? Perhaps I'll shoo the cats out of our room and scatter copper pieces over the bed some evening, and we can play make-believe'
Bite-kissing
A dash of sacrilegious bloodplay
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gurlbesimpin · 8 months
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ppl stop writing for Heisenberg... how about our magnetto man with a punk/alternative SO??
OUHHHH yessssss!
pairing: Karl Heisenberg x GN!reader
{{note: I generally write REVillage fics Post-canon/alternate universe, assuming Ethan and rose, Mia etc. never existed sry XD}}
Warnings: swearing, brief mention of gore, very mild sexual themes
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Ohoho where do I begin?
Karl when he first spots you is... intrigued to say the least.
You weren't like the others, you dressed differently, acted differently, and most importantly... you weren't like the other villagers, blindly following and worshipping Miranda!
Now, Karl being Karl... he thought about pulling his usual BS about "I'm a metal lord, fear me!" but quickly decided against it; not wanting to scare you off or anything. Especially since you didn't seem local, therefore not knowing who the fuck he is.
{and pshhh don't tell anyone i told you this, but despite his huge ego... he might not actually want you to know who he really is at first. So he'll try his best to act "normal" and as human as possible}
After he finally approached you and engaged in a regular conversation, he quickly finds himself craving more.
Long story short, he seeks you out in the village again the next day, inviting you over to his factory because... he didn't really have a house. Anyway, he wouldn't show you what he actually does in there... you two will be in his office on the first floor, he ain't taking you down into the actual factory until he is sure you won't freak out.
This "friend meeting" (totally not a date ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °) goes smoothly surprisingly. He'll ask you about your tattoos and/or piercings, scars etc. {if you have any}.
After a long-ass conversation about all kinds of shit, he'll just ask the question we've all been waiting for.
"So buttercup, you... eh... one of those emos?"
Time for the explanation between emo, goth, punk, rock. Two minutes into this, Karl stops listening... he got his answer.
You listen to heavy music.
And so does he.
Start talking about Metallica, Slipknot, I prevail, Rob Zombie, ACDC, black sabbath, Iron Maiden, Avenged Sevenfold, hell.... even SOME my chemical romance and Seether- and i promise, you'll get his attention piqued!
Especially if we're talking german bands such as "Rammstein" or "Die Toten Hosen" and he'll just... scream internally?
Like first of all... there's someone who also hates mother miranda besides him, they are funny, hot AND love german bands?!
SIGN HIM TF UP!
Needless to say, you two started a relationship quickly.
Despite needing to make his huge ass metal army, he takes a day off to make a bigass stereo...
{and then later that day Lady Dimitrescu complains about the loud ass music coming from his factory that even SHE and her three girls can hear from her castle. lol. Heisenberg tells her to shut the fuck up}
His huge goal is obviously to kill miranda... and then after escaping this shit village together with you. When the day comes, you two will celebrate with flipping off Lady supersized bitch and rolling off to a concert
{which likely isn't a good idea... imagine Karl wanting the microphone from the singer or something. You be chillin and there's just... a floating microphone... you be like... "Karl? what are YOU DOING?!" meanwhile Karl just has a shit eating grin as the crowd screams}
But let's not jump to far into the future...
Right now, you two are stuck under Miranda's disgusting-ass thumb.
Dark times man. It's shit, but whenever you waddle into his office whilst he's working... just y'know... get your phone out and play one of his favorite songs!
This man will {depending on his mood} shoo you away, or most-likely drop what he's doing and just... *grab* you and start juming around the room like monkies in a moshpit.
Once the song finishes, his hand will move from cupping your cheek, to cupping CHEEKS. Just him seeing you rock out to his favorite songs... is enough for Karl to get all hot 'n bothered. So expect some bending over the Work-bench and nice grindin' whilst 'Closer' by nine inch nails plays ;)
EXTRA:
if you like steampunk
this
man
will
just...
Scramble to collect little gears and screws... making little earrings, rings, necklaces etc.
also
stud bracelets.
OH
and if you like wearing chokers
be careful
that awakens a beast within him
"oh ho ho buttercup! What do we have here? Want me to attach a leash and make you *my pet*?
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lavenderacademia · 1 year
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🪐 ; planet: send me this emoji + a character on my writing list + any word of your choosing and i'll write you a ficlet using the word as a prompt!
cats + wednesday addams !
WEDNESDAY ADDAMS + CATS
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi hi hi this is so cute!! I'm not a cat person in the slightest (I'm one hundo percent a dog person tbh) but I can soooo imagine Wednesday having a black cat. I didn't know if you wanted me to add romance into it so I just tried to keep it plain simple, just using the prompts! I'm so sorry this took me so long to get to, I had some family emergencies come up really recently and so I haven't had much time to really sit down and work on anything other than school or family stuff. Hope you enjoy and thank you my love for the ask!
PAIRING: wednesday addams x gn!reader WARNINGS: cats (?? idk if that's a needed warning but I figured I'd list it anyway haha)
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Wednesday didn't take in strays. She was usually too busy with her own endeavors to really have time for them — you were the exception of course. But she liked having you around, and that made all the distance. So when the black cat appeared on her doorstep, staring up at her with big green eyes, she didn't need to think twice.
"Shoo. Go," she said monotonously, staring at the creature with disdain. When it refused to move, she made a shooing motion with her hands. "I said leave."
You appeared around the corner, your face twisted in a frown. "Who are you talking to?"
Wednesday stepped aside to reveal the cat on your doorstep and, to her surprise, you broke out into a massive grin. "Aw, look at the little guy!" you swooned, running over to pet the cat. It appeared friendly, nuzzling into your palm. "I wonder if he's lost?"
You searched for a collar, but none was found. "He might've run away," you suggested.
And Wednesday, who saw a new problem arising, was quick to shut you down. "He can find his way home. Leave him be."
A sudden crack of thunder rattled the window panes as the first drizzle of rain began to dot the sidewalk outside. The cat looked around at the worsening weather, then back at you, its wide eyes frightened. You looked up at Wednesday with a matching expression, your own eyes pleading her to let the cat stay. She let out an almost imperceptible sigh, then nodded for you to bring the cat in.
You smiled at her as you scooped the cat up, bringing him inside. Within a few hours the cat had been bathed, fed, and given a place to sleep. All the while you'd led him around the house, giving him a tour (as Wednesday watched, fuming, from the side). You'd murmur "Here, kitty," you coax him to room after room, speaking to him like he could understand you perfectly.
After a while you walked about the house, holding the cat in your arms like it was a baby. It seemed to enjoy this time of treatment as it pawed at your hair and clothes and nuzzled its head into the crook of your neck.
"I feel like we should give him a name in the meantime," you mused aloud, "so that we don't have to keep calling him kitty. I get the sense that he doesn't like it."
"Perhaps we should let it go, then." Wednesday said, suddenly appearing in the doorway. "Wouldn't want to wound its pride."
You ignored her, suddenly having a bright idea. "Why don't you give him a name, Wednesday? Just one that we can use before we go out and find his owners tomorrow."
Wednesday kept her stoic glare forward, causing you to pout. "Come on, look at this little face!" you said, turning the cat toward her and squishing its small cheeks. "This is the face of a cat that wants to be properly addressed."
Wednesday did not want pets. But she couldn't resist you.
"Poe," Wednesday said finally. "After Edgar Allen Poe."
You grinned at her. "I think it suits him."
You floated away then, Poe in hand, to introduce him to Thing. The two did not get along at first, with Thing being slightly afraid, slightly jealous. But, within minutes, Poe was chasing him around, playing a lighthearted game of tag. Wednesday watched as you sat on the floor, playing referee to the game, smiling all the while. She crossed her arms over her chest, determined not to enjoy the sight, but even she had to admit — the cat was kind of cute. Or maybe it was how much you liked the cat that was cute.
The next day, you went out about the neighborhood, knocking on doors, asking around, and putting up flyers that Thing had helped you make. No one claimed the cat, and no one rang your line to claim him. You had to negotiate with Wednesday to let Poe stay another day. Then another, and then another. No one asked after the cat.
Four days later you were on the couch, reading and drinking coffee, the cat curled into your side. Wednesday came and sat next to you, eyeing the cat carefully. "They've been known to eat their owners after they die," she said.
"That's only if they're starving," you replied without a beat. "Dogs could do the same thing. Or humans."
"Don't get so morbid with me — I'm not in the mood for romance." she said.
Poe suddenly stood, crawling away from his perch next to you and found his next interest in Wednesday, brushing his cheek against her black sweater. She looked down at him with disdain. "This won't work out for you."
You just chuckled to yourself. "You're communicating with him. It's the first step."
Wednesday looked up, alarmed. "First step to what?"
You just got up to refill your coffee mug, humming as you did so.
The days dragged on and Poe became a fixture in yours and Wednesday's house. More than once you had woken up to find him curled at the foot of your bed, purring softly as he slept.
And Wednesday was, against her own will, warming up to Poe. You'd catch her mindlessly petting his head when she thought you weren't looking. She'd even slip him treats secretly just to gain his favor.
Within a week, you were nearly convinced that Wednesday loved Poe just as much as you did. So you had to put it to the test.
One day you walked into the living room, where Wednesday was sat writing her novel, Poe curled at her feet. You sighed sadly. "Wednesday, I've been thinking, and you're right — we can't take care of a pet. I think it's time we take Poe to a shelter, don't you think?"
Wednesday turned, eyes wide. You blinked. "Do you disagree?"
Wordlessly, Wednesday bent down and scooped Poe up, holding him tightly to her chest. "He stays."
You just smiled in satisfaction, nodding once. You sat down next to her, petting Poe softly. "How could I have seen that coming?"
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tojisbbg · 1 year
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✭ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ✭
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❝i just wanna see you shine ‘cause i know you are a stargirl.❞
♡ shinichiro sano ♡
pt.1, pt. 2 
a/n: this is my first time writing on tumblr so i decided to write about shinichiro first cuz finding fluff/smut about him is so rare. i hope you enjoy! let me know your thoughts in the comments. <3
➢ content: childhood friends, fluff, romance, friends to lovers, shinichiro is whipped for y/n, smut, not checked for grammatical errors.                                  
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶  ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶     ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶
“what’s wrong?” you asked the driver, watching the man grunting in frustration as he kept on trying to churn the ignition key to get your car started again, but the car refused to budge. 
“not too sure, ma’am. it was working perfectly fine this morning when you sent me out to pick up your luggages. maybe the cables aren’t working too well or something. sorry, i’ll try to fix the car up as soon as possible.” he slightly stuttered, getting a bit nervous as he thought that you’d be like one of those cruel bosses that fire employees for things that they’re not responsible for. 
“hey, don’t get so worked up, it’s okay. i think i have a solution.” you grinned, making your driver look at you with pure confusion. 
“you know how to fix cars?” the look on his face was priceless, as he stared at you dumbfounded. 
“no, but i know someone who does. i’m gonna uber there, meanwhile, you stay here and have the car towed at this location. i’ll see you then.” you suggested, making your driver shrug as he went along with your plan. 
you arrived in tokyo early this morning, not even having the time to get some sleep at your own house. 
well, new house, to you at least. you brought your parents a huge place a few months back, which wasn’t too far away from where you lived before. but, it’s been about five years since you’ve last stepped your foot back in japan. 
you’ve been studying in the states, getting cast in for movies and tv shows during your rookie years, which surprisingly shot you straight into fame. you’ve been quite busy with your acting career, not even having the time to tend your own needs, such as making time to focus on your mental and physical health. 
you’ve shed off a couple pounds, probably a little more than just baby fat. either way, you were happy and satisfied with the way you looked before and now. after all, a certain someone would always remind you of how gorgeous you’d always look in his eyes. 
you felt really guilty for losing connection with all of your friends and families, barely even having the time to speak with your own parents. which is why you were happy that you were back home. hopefully, everyone would cut you some slack. 
your uber finally came to a stop, politely announcing that you’ve arrived to your destination. you grabbed your purse and thanked the uber driver as you got out of the car. you looked in front of you, the huge shop that had many motorcyles lined up, glistening from the bright lighting from inside as you beaked from the glass windows. 
s.s motorcycle shop.
unknowingly, your lips curled upwards into a smile. happy was an underestimating term to describe how you were feeling right now. you just felt so proud of shinichiro for being able to make his dream come into reality. you always knew that he could make it, and you weren’t wrong. 
he’s just too fucking amazing.
for some reason, your knees felt heavy and your heart pounded inside your chest from anxiety. you felt it a little difficult to breathe, turning away as you tried to decide whether you should step in or not. 
would he still remember you? is he mad at you for not calling him for thanksgiving or on christmas? what about mikey, will he ever forgive you for not calling to wish him a happy birthday? 
the question that bothered you the most was, what if shin had a girlfriend? were you too late?
the mere thought of that made your eyes water, as you quickly tried to shoo it away, not wanting to ruin the eyeliner that took you ages to perfect. 
fuck it. 
you breathed out before pushing the glass door, hearing a small chime of little bells on top of your head, indicating that someone came. 
“inupi! could you take that for me?” you heard someone in the back yell, immediately recognizing who owned the voice. to your surprise, his voice didn’t change much, aside from getting an octave deeper. 
“yeah, i gotchu, shin!” the other person responded, to which you soon saw a fairly tall man walking towards your direction from the back. he was in an all blue jumpsuit, wiping his greasy hands on the rag as he inched closer. 
he had shoulder-length blonde hair, a huge scar covering the upper left side of his face. 
“welcome to s.s motorcycle shop, what can i help you with?” he asked, offering you a small smile. 
“uh, can i talk to shinichiro?” you fiddled with the rings on your fingers, getting a bit awkward from the conversation. the guy thinned his lips, shaking his head. 
“sorry, he’s a little busy right now. but, i got him covered at the moment. so, what seems to be the problem? flat tire? oil change? engine leaks?” this inupi guy tried to insist you on allowing him to help you with your services. 
“i don’t think shin’s gonna mind sparing a few minutes of his time to catch up with his childhood best friend.” you bluntly responded, catching him off guard as inui looked at you with a face of slight disbelief. 
“huh?” he blurted out.
“oh, by the way, i’m y/n. the tow company is bringing my car here in a bit. my driver should be there too, so just give him my name. thanks, inupi.” you patted his shoulder before walking off to head towards the back of the shop, leaving poor inui confused and flustered. 
you turned the corner and saw a small room where a beautiful lavender colored motorcycle was currently being worked on. you leaned on the doorway, watching shinichiro tighten some screws with a wrench as his back was turned towards you, him being completely unaware of your presence. the surrounding ground was littered with different tools. 
“you think you could squeeze in some time to look at my car for me, sano?” you asked, a smirk dancing on your lips as you saw shinichiro’s movements coming to a halt. his head turned to look at you, his eyes widening to the size of two full moons. 
“what the fu.. y/n?!” he frantically yelled, dropping the wrench out of his hand as he quickly got up, rushing over to you as he caged you in a hug. you chuckled in his embrace, feeling his arms tightening around your waist as he dug his face in the crook of your neck, as if he was afraid that you’d run away from him again. 
the familiar smell of gasoline and other vehicle parts filled your nose, a strange form of comfort to say the least. you remember the days in your middle school and high school days where you’d spent the evenings in front of shin’s garage as he fixed his grandpa’s car or mikey’s old worn-out moped while your deftones playlist was on shuffle in the background. 
“i missed you so much, y/n.” his voice came out as a muffled croak, as you soon felt something wet on your shoulders. shinichiro sniffled, a little embarrassed to pull away and have you see him crying to you like a baby when he was supposed to be a grown man. 
but, he couldn’t help it. 
he still remembers as clear as day, waiting for you in front of your house patiently so that you both could walk to school together as per usual. he had big plans for that day, wanting to try out the new noodle place that opened up down the block. after some time had passed, he realized that it was pretty unusual of you to be this late. 
so, he went up to your door and knocked. your mother soon opened it and saw the boy look at her with a concerned face, quickly asking if you were okay. she tried to explain the situation as calmly as possible, not wanting to hurt him as she knew how close you both were. 
the woman saw how his face dropped, eyes becoming glossy as he tried to avoid making eye contact. your mother felt bad for him, but she tried to reassure him that you’d be calling him soon and that your return would also be soon as well. she told him to come over for dinner that night with the rest of his family. 
shinichiro walked to school alone that day, for the first time ever. the days where you couldn’t make it to school would be if you were sick, to which shin would miss school as well in order to nurse you back to health. so, walking alone to school felt weird and wrong, but it was something that he would get used to as many years passed by.
to shinichiro’s dismay, he never got a phone call or text from you. he tried many times to reach out to you, leaving so many voicemails and emails to your business and private numbers and emails. he even tried to contact your manager, to which she told him that he should hear back from you shortly. but of course, with the sea of emails and voicemails from directors and fans, shin’s methods of trying to get a hold of you would go down in the drain. 
“i missed you too, shin. i’m so sorry for not calling.” your voice broke, eyes stinging with tears as you felt him crying a little harder in your arms. you stroked the back of his head, mumbling so many ‘sorry’s’ to him. 
he suddenly pulled away, looking down at you with a pretty smile. he was still as handsome as ever, even if he was just wearing a simple white t-shirt and black jeans. shinichiro wiped away his tears before cupping your face between his warm calloused palms, a pout forming on your lips as he squished your cheeks slightly. 
“i can’t believe my stargirl is back. woahh, look at that gorgeous face that i missed looking at every day. damn, y/n. i missed it all so much. those pretty doey eyes staring at me while fixed a tire or something, this cute little nose, squishy cheeks and your cute litle lips. fuck, i really missed you, y/n.” he breathed out, leaning forwards to place a loving kiss on your cheeks, a small tint of pink now painting them. 
“you’re still smooth with your words, sano. you’re making me feel like i’m in high school all over again.” you giggled, ruffling his hair as he chuckled. 
“hey, tell you what. i’ll leave the shop early today so that we could have dinner together with mikey and emma. mikey will most likely have a stroke, but i can’t blame him, he missed you so much for the past five years. in the meantime, i’ll have your car fixed up by tomorrow morning.” shinichiro smiled, looking at you with the most gentle eyes known to mankind. it set your soul on fire, to have a man look at you with such love and adoration. it was like you never left, he never changed, always being as generous as he could. 
“sounds like a plan, i’ll see you at dinner then.” you excitedly beamed, going on your tippy-toes to press a soft kiss on his cheek. he stood there, awe struck as he looked at you with hearts in his eyes. 
you waved him goodbye before leaving the small room as you walked to the front of the shop. you pulled the glass doors to exit the shop, seeing your car parked on the side, you driver attentively watching the blonde who was examining the condition of your car’s engine. 
“miss y/n!” your driver called out. inupi now redirected his attention to you as you walked closer to them. 
“thanks for getting my car here, you could go home for today.” you dismissed the driver as he thanked you before leaving. 
“you famous around here or something, miss y/n?” inupi asked, slightly mocking you which you found to be quite amusing. 
“uhm, something like that. i’m an actress.” you replied, seeing him cock an eyebrow. 
“that’s pretty cool, never knew shin had famous people on his friends list.” he mumbled to himself, trying to connect some of the cables that were latched onto your engine. 
“i’m not as famous as angelina jolie or something. still pretty much a rookie, so i have a long way to go.” you added on, trying to not come off as an arogant person.
“i see, well, i’ll be sure to search you up later on and watch some of your movies for sure.” inupi chirped, making you laugh as you both waved each other goodbye before you went your own separate way. 
...
the clock struck eight in the evening and you just finished spraying on some perfume. it was a simple dinner at the sano’s, just like the olden times, so you decided to keep it simple and casual with a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. 
you made sure to grab the three gift bags that you prepared with care all evening, your room now a huge mess from how messily you rummaged through your luggage to pull out these presents. 
“y/n, give this to shin for me, please.” your mom gave you a foil pan that you knew was filled with her famous tirimisu. 
“will do, ma’am. i’ll see you later, mom.” you said, opening the door before closing it behind you, deciding to walk to shin’s house since it was two short blocks away. 
you arrived shortly, ringing the doorbell as you waited for a couple of seconds. the wooden door opened, revealing your best friend who was in a very cheezy apron. 
“y/n! i just finished setting the table, come in.” he scooted to the side, giving you space to get inside. there was a particular smell in the sano residence that made you feel at home, the scent of comfort and memories. 
not a single thing has changed about how his house looks like, it’s exactly the way it looked like five years ago on the night where you last had dinner with them. 
“i brought tirimisu, my mom made it.” you informed him as you walked into the kitchen, nearly bumping into his back. 
“really? damn, how did she know that i’ve been craving for her tirimisu recently.” shin chuckled, taking the foil pan from your hands to put it in the fridge. 
“where’s mikey and emma?” you looked around, eyes scanning the living room but the both of them are nowhere to be found. 
“emma’s at hina’s house and mikey is at one of his toman meetings. but, i called them both a few minutes ago, they’re on their way.” he answered while reaching his hands back to untie the knot of the apron. you saw his eyebrow furrow as he ‘tsked’ in annoyance, he accidentally pulled the wrong string and tightened the knot. you saw him struggling, going behind him to offer your help. 
“here, let me help.” your hands brushed against his, a small electrical current running between the brief touch, as you soft fingers began to untie the knot. 
for absolute no reason at all, this strong urge to hug the man in front of you overwhelmed you. you couldn’t register nor process why.
was it because he smelled like home? how his touches bandaged all the wounds littered on your body? his voice like some kind of drug to calm down your nerves? 
without thinking twice, you closed the distance between both of your bodies. you wrapped your arms tightly against his waist, snuggling against the muscular clothed surface of your back as you breathed him in. 
shinichiro froze on the spot, not knowing how to react at all. it’s been five years, and it felt like time was going a little too slow for him. all those days where he stayed awake late at night, thinking about how you were doing and why you didn’t talk to him in any form of communication. 
for the longest, he thought that maybe you forgot about him. shinichiro wasn’t a hard man to read, in fact, he was like an open-book to be honest. there’s no way that you could miss the flirty comments, or how his cheeks and the tips of his ears would go red when he got flustered, how he dressed extra nice when you both would go out to eat after school and even much smaller actions. 
making sure to have you walk on the sidewalk where you weren’t near the road, holding your hand while crossing and looking both ways for you when you were too busy reading the upcoming play’s script, making sure to remind you to eat and drink water, and just to breathe and relax. 
you were just a little too slow to realize. 
shinichiro remembered breaking his own heart with the mere thought of you getting into a relationship with another man. of course, he would support you and cheer you on no matter what. but, it would be hard to always give you a bittersweet smile and pretend that everything was okay. 
he saw the way you helped him raise his siblings, envisioning a life where the two of you would date, get married and start a family. whenever he had a bad day, dreaming about that would instantly make him smile. 
he only wished that it was reality. 
“i’ll never leave you again shin, i’m so sorry for not calling or texting. when i came back to japan and saw you for the first time in five years, i felt like a piece of me was finally restored. god, i can’t explain to you how much i missed you and how much i yearned for you. you’re home for me, shin.” your voice came out a muffles as your embrace tightened a little with each word, not wanting to ever let go of him. 
“i’m so happy you didn’t forget me, y/n. i was so scared to lose you, holding onto the little bits of hope left inside my heart and mind that one day you’d come back and surprise me in my shop. but back then, it was only a scenario that i would think of before going to sleep.” shinichiro turned around, stroking your hair before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. 
the little moment you both share would soon be interrupted as a series of doorbells rang. 
“it’s them! you could hide in my room, y/n. go, go, go!” he exclaimed, pushing you towards the stairs in a hurry. he waited for your footsteps to reach all the way to the top, hearing the sound of his door closing before heading to open the door. 
“what took you so long, shin? i thought i was gonna die from hunger.” mikey complained the second his older brother opened the door, quickly entering the house as he kicked his shoes off. 
“this little brat made me wait ten minutes in front of that hina girl’s house because of some silly fashion show they were having in her room.” grandpa sano mumbled under his breath as he followed in after mikey. 
“any complaints from you, emma?” shinichiro chuckled, but the blonde simply shook her head. 
“i’m not overdramatical like them, i had a pretty good day. what about you, shin?” she asked as she was the last one to come inside, shinichiro locking the door behind as emma sat on the couch to open her shoes. 
“that’s good to hear. my day was pretty okay, a little busy at the shop.” he smiled, bending down to help unbuckle her heels. 
in the span of just a few minutes, all three of the sanos that just arrived home freshened up and were ready to dine in together to the freshly home-cooked meal prepared by the elder sano sibling. 
you crept up behind a wall, seeing all of them slowly being seated, mikey being the one faced away from you. 
“if only y/n was here then you wouldn’t have been so lonely all the time, big bro. she needs to come back soon, i still miss her. she probably forgot about us.” mikey sadly said, lowering his gaze towards his food as he suddenly felt a loss of his appetite when he glanced at the empty space between him and shinichiro where you would sit during meals. 
your heart shattered to pieces when hearing his words, no longer being able to hide away. you tip-toed towards him, your presence catching emma and grandpa sano’s attention as they both looked at you with wide eyes. 
emma was nearly ready to scream but you quickly place a finger on your lips to signal her to not make a sound. 
“what’s the matter? you seem like you saw a ghost, emma.” mikey laughed. 
you covered his eyes, the pair of chopsticks in his hands dropping as he tried to take your hands off of his face. 
“the hell?! emma, is this one of your stupid friends from school again?? listen here, i’m not hanging out with you after school alright!” the blonde said through gritted teeth, making you bite back a laugh. 
you slowly release you hand as you craned down you face to meet his eyes. 
“not even me, ‘jiro?” you said and he stared at you blankly. 
“i think i’m going nuts.” mikey stammered out. you gave him a warm smile before pulling him into your chest. 
it took him a minute to finally realize that it was really you. 
“y/n? OH MY GOD, Y/N!!” he screamed on the top of his lungs, nearly popping your ear drums before pulling you into a hug that made it difficult to breathe. 
“you grew up so much, little sano. oh my, look at your hair!!” you squealed while ruffling the long blonde locks, the boy in your arms sobbing as he refused to let you go. 
“i missed you so much, y/n. you big fat jerk, how dare you not call us!! i waited every birthday for you to wish me, trying to predict a lucky day that would come where you would return.” mikey hiccuped as you rubbed your hand on his back, trying to soothe him as you apologized.
shinichiro looked at you lovingly, his eyes sparkling at how tenderly you treated his siblings. the way you gently caressed mikey’s hair while patting emma’s back as she sobbed into you chest. 
you were perfect. 
you’ll always be his stargirl, shining brightly even through his darkest times. 
he never realized how madly in love he was with you, not until you were thousands of miles away. shinichiro still sometimes felt that feeling of his heart sinking at the thought of you never coming back. 
but you did and he never wanted to let you go again. 
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Test Dummy - jjk
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college gives you the perfect fresh start, far, far away from your brother and any of his cock-blocking friends. or so, you thought.
» genre: fluff! best friends brother 👀 college au, little steamy and mentions of s3x.
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Test Dummy - jjk
We’ve all heard about “forbidden love”. We’ve seen all the movies, read all the books, watched all of the predictable tv shows. I mean, what did you think was going to happen, they weren’t going to get together?
And yet, we continue to eat it up, every time, without fail.
“What is your beef with romance? Would you rather it be easy and straight to the point or do you think writers should end every romance in tragedy?” Mina scoffs and laughs at the foot of the bed as she proof-reads my essay. “I just don’t understand your point, y/n.”
I snatch the laptop away from her, “If you’re going to start making comments before you even finish reading it, I’m not going to let you read it at all!”
She laughs and rolls onto her back on my bed, “Fine, whatever, you probably don’t need anyone else to read it anyway, I’m sure it’s great.”
I nod, “You’re right, I don’t, you asked, remember?”
She grins, “Did I?”
I roll my eyes, “Shoo, leave my house.” Her boyfriend had texted her fifteen minutes ago saying he was on his way from her parents house, “why didn’t you invite your new boyfriend again?” I ask, referring to the cellphone in her hand as she slings her coat on and grabs her purse.
Her brows raise and she thinks about her words before speaking, something I most definitely never do, and she reminds me all the time. “Honestly? I knew your brother and his heathens would be back too, and the last thing I want him around is more testosterone.”
She laughs, having previously mentioned this one is the jealous type (which is apparently, something she’s into) and she was correct in assuming my house would look the same it did in high school, Seokjin and his friends all running around the house, being loud, eating all the food, and bothering any other life-forms in the house.
“Yeah you’re right, this place is still a sausage fest. However, I think today only four of seven losers are here. Not sure though, they’ve been quiet the last hour.”
She nods, “Must be eating.”
I shake my head as well, “Food! Oh god I’m totally gonna go crash their party, I’ll walk you out.”
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I bid Mina goodbye and sigh in relief as I close the door. Not that I didn’t enjoy Mina’s presence, we’ve been friends for years and despite going to different schools after graduating, we’ve still kept in touch, but entertaining people for that long, is always taxing on my social battery.
Just as Mina and I make a habit out of reuniting during school breaks and holidays, as does Seokjin and his annoying group of friends.
I stroll around the downstairs area of my family home, parents gone somewhere I’m sure they mentioned but I’m sure I ignored, and no boys to be found. “Must be in his room or something.” I mumble to myself, opening the fridge and bending down to grab a soda.
“Actually we’re in the basement dusting off the pool table, hand me one?” I practically jump out of my skin at the sound of another voice in the room, let alone directly behind me. He grins widely, “Hi, pretty.”
I smack his shoulder and shove a drink in his hand before walking past him, “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, and furthermore,” I lower my voice and turn to face him, now separated by the kitchen bar, “why the hell are you talking to me like that here? That is beyond off-limits!”
He’s still sporting a shit-eating grin, “You were actually being serious about not telling your family?” I widen my eyes and gesture around us, he scoffs, “Y/N, seriously?”
I sigh, “Jungkook, this is just,” I pause, “too weird to deal with right now.”
He circles the table coolly, still leaving a respectable distance between us, “I vividly remember you saying something different a few months ago, probably when we were in my bed, but oh! Maybe it was yours?” He laughs, as if what he was saying was actually funny, “Sorry, after so many times I just get confused.”
I scan the room again, my face dark red and my hair falling from behind my ears as I aggressively point my finger, “We already talked about this and you promised me Jungkook! Now drop it.”
He takes steps closer until his chest is brushing against my finger and I drop my hand in defiance, “I didn’t agree to be your sneaky-link, I want to be your boyfriend.”
“No.” I state simply, turning to leave the room.
Jungkook quickly grabs onto my arm, “Come on Y/N, just rip the bandaid off, and tell them you’re seeing someone! Better yet, he’s right god damn here to support you! Aren’t you exhausted from this constant tug and pull thing you’ve got going on?”
I pull away from him and very theatrically tell him, “NO.” He sighs dramatically and I scoff, “What on earth do I have to tell anyone? Not only are we not together, but you are also Seokjin’s best friend.”
He throws his head back in annoyance, “I don’t understand-”
“And I will be more than glad to talk you through it, after break.” I stop him right there, tired from repeating the same argument over, and over again.
Before leaving for university, the thought of ever being with one of my brothers delinquent friends sounded appalling. I had to listen to their male nonsense my entire life, being dragged around and made fun of and simultaneously, extremely cock-blocked. Not a single date-night, crush, date to dances, anything. If I wanted one, he’d be scrutinized and scared off. It was impossible, and incredibly annoying.
So imagine my delight, leaving for school knowing I had successfully avoided both my brother, and every single one of his associates.
That is until Jungkook transfers his second year, and didn’t tell anyone where-to until it was too late.
Which I figured, whatever. The likely chance we’ll ever cross paths is slim to none, no problem!
Except he latched onto me like an actual parasite. It had taken him long enough to find the overlap in our schedules, my study time coincided with his! Oh and his gym-time too! And he liked getting coffee around the same time as me as well! Oh and he doesn’t like the treadmills at the gym anymore, and would much rather run at the same time as me, on the same path, and at the same pace.
I questioned his motives from the start, and eventually gave up on pushing him away. I could have worse company, I suppose. And compared to the rest of his and Seokjin’s friend’s, I did know him the best, and disliked him the least.
We actually grew close in a short amount of time and I found myself enjoying his company, although I still struggle to admit it. I tried so hard to clear my life of my brother's shadow looming over me but Jungkook never mentioned it. He actually seemed to pick up on my avoidance, and what I was trying to do by going to a big school and one I knew no one else was attending. He was perfect in the sense that I never had to tell Jungkook what I was thinking, he just, knew. He also knew what to do, and just what I needed.
As one should have expected, you can’t just fling yourself into the dating world head-first and expect everything to work out how you imagined it would. I had no experience! No precursor, no context clues, no cues, and absolutely zero clue that the rules and expectations of college-dating was completely different to those you read about.
I was on the third failed date when Jungkook decided it was time to ask, even though I knew he was hesitant.
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It was autumn, the leaves turning cool to warm-tones and trees shedding, I remembered the extra crunch during my morning run with Jungkook. He sat against my bed with a textbook in front of him and a notebook in his lap when he looks up at me on my bed, “How did your date go?”
I hum, looking at him questioningly, knowing damn-well I had never mentioned my dating life to Jungkook. “You know, you won’t shrivel up and die if you ask people for help.”
I begrudgingly chuckle at his comment, “I don’t need to ask for help. Men are just stupid and horny.”
He nods, “I don’t deny that, but, perhaps you’re fishing in the wrong pool.”
I sigh, “I’ve fished from different pools! I did the ‘helpful guy in my maths class’ and the ‘cute guy always in the library’ and even dating apps! And one would think if you just wanted to have sex, you would NOT put ‘looking for a relationship’ in your bio, but I suppose some people just aren’t that logically-inclined?”
He grins and leans his head back against my bed, “actual dating isn’t what half of the guys your age are looking for right now. Sorry to say it, but unless flings are what you’re looking for, first-year guys aren’t going to offer more.” He speaks easily, almost tentatively, as if he was breaking hard news to me. “At least, not this early in the year. But I get your enthusiasm, it’s not like you got out much in school.”
I raise my eyebrows to that, “That’s for damn sure.” We both chuckle, and I sigh annoyed, “It’s just upsetting, like everyone is at a completely different place in their lives than me, I mean, fuck I’ve never so much as made out with someone!” I laugh and he hesitantly laughs after me, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t register at the time, but I continued, because he was listening, and for once I felt comfortable enough to tell someone other than Mina, and I needed that. She wasn’t here anymore, and doing things on my own wasn’t working. “I just, feel so detached and angry.”
He nods, leaving a few moments of silence to ensure I was done before speaking, “I mean, if it bothers you that much and you think it’d help, I will certainly volunteer to be your test dummy.”
I smile before his words really sink in and I look down to him with brows furrowed, he’s grinning with a pained expression, “what do you mean by that Jungkook?”
His eyes widen and he raises his hands in surrender, “I-I strictly mean it in a if-it-would-help sense, just, trying to offer solutions! Sorry, that was weird and wrong.”
He slouches back down and buries himself in his work, and it’s not spoken of again.
Two weeks later, and my morning runs with Jungkook have become a given, and as the leaves turn redder and begin to brown and fall off, I find his presence more and more comforting. I’m not sure exactly when the lines blurred. I wish I could say I was on something. I wasn’t sober, I was lonely, I was just being stupid. But none of it was true. Well, that last bit is partly true, I was stupid, for not seeing what was going on until it was right in front of me.
“Why not you?” I speak aloud, almost as if my thoughts had slipped past the gates in my brain and right out of my mouth.
It catches Jungkook off-guard, my out of context bambling. He was just stretching against a nearby tree after our run, and asked me what coffee shop I was in the mood for. “Why not me, what?”
I stare at him, mouth agape, and I’m sure it takes me much longer than it should have to conjure up a response. I ran through my options, lie, surely. It’s not supposed to go like this.
Or, just tell him. Jungkook had been a more than good friend to me up until then, why not? “Why not you?” I repeat. He doesn’t speak, leaving me to fill in more of the blanks. I catch my breath finally, “You, Jungkook.” I say, he nods, slowly, almost like he was worried or scared. “Why not go on a date, with you?”
He stares at me. Emotionless. He doesn’t react. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t so much as move the stray hair falling into his eyes from underneath his hoodie. I laugh, “Nevermind, that was stupid of me.”
He stills, before shaking out of it then shaking his head profusely, “No no no no, not stupid.” I raise my brows and he looks me in the eyes, “I mean, are you being serious?”
I nod slowly, “Well, yeah, it makes perfect sense, and you even brought it up, a while ago.”
He hums, “Yeah, I’m sure I did, but, when?”
He asks for a reminder, “When you told me you volunteered to be my ‘test dummy’ for relationships. So why not, show me what it’s like.”
Something told me his reaction was disingenuous, “Oh, yeah, sure.”
He smiled anyway, picking up his bag and water, “Well, in that case, let our first date be a coffee date, on me.” He animatedly looped his arm around mine and walked away from our running trail and towards the nearby shop.
Jungkook was, as expected, a perfect gentleman. And I thought, that was what he was supposed to be. We were doing this whole thing so I could get some experience under my belt with less hassle and pressure, it was perfect.
There was always something, though. A little voice screaming at me that something is wrong and needed to be addressed. But neither of us did. Not when he walked me to my ‘doorstep’ (the front of my building) on our third date and told me, “this is when any good man would likely try to kiss you.” He looked at me, I looked at him and nodded, “the third date?” He nodded, “Yep, of course, only if you’re showing signs you’re interested, and even better if he explicitly asks.”
I nod and smile up at him, both of our hands shoved into our pockets, the wind making the nighttime much chillier. He bites at his bottom lip and shifts his weight from his toes, to his heels, and back and forth, until I say, “so, are you going to ask?”
This stops him, “ask… what?”
I laugh, thinking how stupid of a question, “To kiss me?”
His eyes widen, and then he leans back, shaking his head with a grin, “No no, this isn’t-”
“What, did I do something wrong?”
He quickly shakes his head, “No, nothing, you’re perfect.”
I ignore the way my cheeks flush despite the cold, “Okay then.” I lead on, he looks at his feet. He never tried to leave, he never told me goodnight, offered to kiss me on the cheek, he just did, nothing.
And I simply wasn’t having that.
I leaned up on my toes and pulled my warm hands from my pockets and placed them tentatively on his face, and I kissed him.
It was quick, I had kissed someone before, albeit years ago, and I was not confident at all in my skills. But I was confident in myself. I knew he wanted to kiss me but didn’t think it was right.
I bid him goodbye that night, and life went on just as it always did. From that line crossed, every line there on after became more and more blurred. When exactly “trial dating” became real dating, I’m unsure.
It gave me a perfect excuse as to why I was spending so much time with Jungkook, and why I was enjoying it, until I tried wine for the first time. We both had a decent amount, and I had sex for the first time.
That, still, is one of my largest regrets. I mostly wish we could go back, and do it differently. Or had at least weighed the outcomes of putting me, the guy I liked, and a bottle of wine and zero reference of a tolerance in a romantically-set up room.
From then on, Jungkook and I have argued over what we are, what to do, what we were doing, at all. I had made a bubble. A perfectly constructed, safe space. No one holding me back, judging me, or shadows looming. I was comfortable in my bubble.
That was until break came, and my bubble literally, popped.
I told Jungkook, (I’ll admit, rather coldly) that from the moment we were back in our hometown, none of this had ever happened. “If they ask, we kept up with each other on campus as friends, but that was it.”
He did not take well to this, but what was I supposed to do? Re-introduce one of my brother's closest friends as “my friend I go on dates with and kiss and sleep with every so often but he’s not really my boyfriend I don’t know we haven’t figured it out yet.” ???? Absolutely not. It is too complicated, too fast, too much for my brain to deal with all at once. It is bad enough returning home, and even worse knowing my problems were following me and harassing me in my own kitchen.
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Jungkook sighs, having relented, “I don’t know what else to do, y/n.”
I pause for a moment, then shrug, “I’ve told you, i-it’s a hard situation. And any normal guy in your position would most definitely not be invited to my home during holiday, let alone bonding with my entire family and even join us for freaking christmas dinner if he wanted.”
His eyes look past me before nodding solemnly, “I get that, really, I-I’ve kept my distance! I’ve done what you asked, but you’re not even meeting me halfway.”
I put my hands out in front of him, “There is no half-way Jungkook.” I look to the basement door when I hear a voice and the steps creaking, “As of right now, there is nothing to talk about.”
He opens his mouth to complain and I loudly hush him, “Ah! Stop talking.”
He tries speaking again, no doubt further complaints about how unfair I’m being, and thankfully he notices Seokjin seconds before he slings his arm around him with a grin, “Wondered what was taking you so long to grab my coke.”
He laughs it off and Seokjin crosses the kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge, and I turn to leave before he calls out to me, “Yeah?”
“There’s still pizza down there, and we found the missing 4 striped ball.” He points at the basement door with the drink in his hand and chuckles, “Which if I remember correctly, you lost when you practically threw it at me.”
I roll my eyes, “I did not throw it at you, you hid it from me so I couldn’t win, I was beating you so bad you had to cheat.”
He chortles, “Yeah, that may be, but I’m nowhere near the best player anymore, you could easily win even if I cheated.”
I nod, “Yeah I’m sure-”
“Actually, Jungkook beat me twice and Taehyung forfeited, that's why we sent him up here, so we could have our own losers match.” He makes himself laugh even harder, walking back over to Jungkook, “We’re gonna go play mario kart in my old bedroom, you can join us or see if y/n is still the best at pool.” He speaks to Jungkook, but looks at me.
I shake my head, “It’s not that deep-”
“Of course! We have to.” Jungkook says quickly. I narrow my eyes towards him and he grins cockily, “unless you know you’ll already lose.”
I roll my eyes, “Comedic, you’ve always been a sore loser, I refuse for the sake of your ego.”
He scoffs, “Nope. Liar. You know you’re no good anymore and you’ll lose.”
I shake my head, “You’ll say anything to get me to play.”
He leans against the table, “Just one round. And I’ll even offer best of three, when you lose.” He grins cockily and I mock him.
“Whatever. ONE round, that’s it.”
Seokjin claps, “Perfect! Winner can run their victory lap around the house and boasting rights until next year, and loser pays our dinner later.” He pats our backs excitedly before jogging up to his room, Taehyung not far behind him.
Jungkook and I enter the basement, setting up the game and talking shit, as one does. “Who’s breaking?”
He smiles, holding his chosen pool cue, “Ladies first.”
I nod, “Such a gentleman.”
He laughs, “Yeah, that’s what got me into your pants.”
I mess up my shot and berate him. “I have half the mind to come over there and use this forcefully.” I lift up my pool cue and he pretends to be scared.
“Oh no! Please don’t!” I walk over to him, slap his chest and I only get one good (albeit, wimpy, compared to his strength) hit in before he grabs both of my hands and backs me into the pool table. He leans into me, our bodies touching leaving absolutely no room, and he kisses me.
I’m able to forget my surroundings and lose all rationality when he kisses me. He licks at my lips and I let his tongue slide past, soon enough his hands drop the cue, mine long forgotten as his hands slide down my body and he lifts me onto the table.
My hands are split, one tangling his hair and the other feeling his chest. He continues to kiss me fervently, hungrily, like he was touch-starved and in dire need of attention. He pulls me close and rubs against me, showing me how bad he wants me and it takes all the strength I have left to pull away, calling out to him. He ignores me the first time, kissing me in response to his name. I pull away again, “Jungkook.” he hums, busying himself with kissing and biting my neck, “Jungkook, w-we can’t.”
My pleas fall on deaf ears. “Jungkook, please,” my hands tug on his arms that are wrapped around me, “not here.”
He buries his face in my neck and leans into me with an annoyed groan. I let him rest like that for a while, waiting until he lifted his head and looked at me. “I don’t actually want to play pool.”
I chuckle, “Me neither.”
He takes a deep breath and nods, “Okay so let's use this table for a much better purpose.” He leans back into kiss me and I turn away, laughing at his desperate attempt.
“Jungkook, it’s bad enough, what we’re doing, let alone to do it in my house, where Seokjin is literally in, right now.”
He whines, “I don’t care! I will go up there right now and tell him-”
“Tell him what?!” Jungkook stops in his tracks. “Tell him what, Jungkook?” He doesn’t respond. “Exactly. We don’t have a label. I’m not ready to figure this out yet, there’s nothing to tell them now.”
His gaze softens and he steps towards me, his hands resting on my thighs as he draws circles on them, “But we’ll tell them eventually? It won’t be like this, much longer?”
I sigh, scratching his head and looking him in the eyes, “if we become official, if we really work out, then yes, of course. We’ll tell them.”
He kisses me again, barely parting our lips, “Okay, I’ll stop.”
I kiss him back and laugh, “Really? That’s all it took?” He furrows his brows. “Jungkook, I’ve been saying that since the beginning. Albeit, quite meaner.”
He nods, “You were being a megabitch, but I really like you so I didn’t mind.” He presses our noses together and smiles. I push his chest offendedly and he doesn’t move an inch, “You were stressed, worried, and confused, I don’t blame you. I should've been more sympathetic.” I kiss him again and thank him, followed by my own apology for mistreating him. “But there is still something different this time.”
I hum, “Yeah? What.”
He grins, “You acknowledged us being together.”
I roll my eyes, knowing I couldn’t hide the way my cheeks heat while trapped in his arms, “Whatever, stop talking.”
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sheetsonfire · 2 years
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The Escape King
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Fandom: Chicago PD / Chicago Med
Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader
Genre: drama, pre-romance, whump!
Warnings: vomiting/spitting blood, descriptions of injury, i think that's it???
Word Count: 2594
Summary: Based on the Chicago PD episode Turn The Light Off, Season 1 Ep 11
“He’s fleeing! Front of the house!” You could hear the various calls come out over the radio, Jay had gone in pursuit of the offender on foot, and Antonio was going with the car. Nadia was with Erin and Voight, Al had stayed back with Kim and a very pissed-off Adam had been given the slip in an alleyway.
You were also going by foot, sprinting as fast as one could manage on the icy and wet sidewalks, following Jay’s locational call-outs over the radio you managed to catch up just in time to see Jay, down another row of backyards, charge through an open gate in pursuit of your guy.
“Offender has entered a private residence, potential address-” You begin reciting the address as good as you can guess from the street you’d come from. Hearing Antonio respond that he was closing in on the location. You had your weapon drawn, approaching fast and quietly as you headed down the path to the kitchen door that had been left open. Reaching the threshold you lock eyes with the woman that you had heard yelling, she was elderly and clearly startled by the sudden altercation erupting in her kitchen.
Amongst the chaos of Jay charging at Munoz and attempting to subdue him, you're trying to use the moment of distraction to silently instruct the old woman to go and find somewhere safe. You push forward into the kitchen just in time to see Jay hit the floor as your offender kicks him repeatedly in the chest, stomping hard as Jay can only try to protect himself.
To your great anger, you can't get to Jay without making sure the resident is safe first, and to your dismay, she doesn't entirely move fast enough and Munoz sees her as an opportunity. With a final kick to Jay, Munoz leaps behind the elderly woman, stopping you from being able to subdue him with your weapon. And in a flash he's gone, the elderly woman letting out another horrified wail before scurrying off to seek shelter through another door.
“Jay?” You call to his hunched form on the floor,  worry filling your stomach as he doesn't reply, stumbling to get back to his feet. You quickly holster your weapon, moving forward to stop him from falling and smacking his head against something.
"Hey, I got you, take it easy..." You coax him to slow down and slip your arms under his to take his weight. His legs aren't working as he grunts in pain, and you can't help murmuring words of reassurance to your partner as you lower him back to the floor, leaning him against the kitchen cupboards.
Your stomach flips with anxiety as he spits out mouthfuls of blood, slamming his fist against the cabinet in frustration. Rarely did any suspect get the drop on him, and the result of such an occasion was one very pissed-off Halstead.
Jay tries to shoo you away with a groan, but there's virtually no pressure behind the motion as he turns his head to spit out more blood. Grinding out, 
“Go…after him…!” You feel that conflict there, Jay clearly needed immediate help but you didn't want to let Munoz have a clear chance at escape.
You don't answer Jay, reluctantly stepping to peer into the hall for signs of movement.
Departing the kitchen into a dark hallway, you see the front door is wide open and that the elderly woman is now lying prone on the floor in another doorway to a different room, having presumably been shoved out of the way by your elusive offender. Munoz had ripped his way through your team, and it was aggravating to watch him slip away like an eel.
You key your radio, “5021 Nora, offender in the wind, believed to have exited the front of the property. We’re gonna need two ambos to my location, officer and civilian injured”
Taking a glance at Jay you can see his breaths have become laboured, and the way he tries to mask his pain has your heart sinking.
“Dammit." You grumble, deciding you could circle back to Jay once you'd checked out the elderly woman. You come to a stop, crouching down to check on her. The pursuit of Munoz was all but abandoned on your end.
“Ohh, my leg.” The woman lets out a pained whine, and you can see she had fallen awkwardly against the doorframe, most likely knocking her knee hard. 
Suddenly, there’s a noise by the wide-open front door and you’re quick to point your gun, ready to defend. Yet the sight that greets you is a relief, it’s Adam.
“Adam, can you stay with her? Jay’s in the kitchen, he-” Adam waves you away, knowing somebody needed to check on him and he absolutely wasn’t going to fight you on it. Everyone in the unit could see how you felt about Jay, and vice versa, even if neither of you had admitted it yet.
“Go, I got her.” You smile briefly in thanks as he’s taking your place, a gentle hand on the woman’s shoulder as he waits for the ambo to arrive, there were already two that had been called for Nadia and Kim. 
You’re quick on your feet back down the hall to the kitchen, Jay was more slumped against the kitchen cupboards now, almost laying on the floor, teeth gritted together at the undoubted agony he was in.
You holster your weapon, kneeling beside your partner. “Hey, tough guy, what’s the damage?”
“I’m f-fine, just gimme a second.” He hisses, an arm protectively held over his ribs as he coughs some more, wincing at the strain it puts on his body. His eye had a shiner blooming by the second, scratches and gashes to his neck and face were clear, and a split lip and some trauma to the chest for his troubles. 
You know that Jay would never, in a million years, admit to needing medical attention, certainly not off the back of taking a beating from a suspect. 
It takes all your might not to fully fuss over him and show the depth of your need to protect him, you rest a hand on Jay’s shoulder. Jay’s attempt to throw you a glare is cut off by a pained wince and somewhat of a whimper, not that you'd describe it that way to his face.
Reaching forward you make sure Jay’s weapon is secure in your other holster as you carefully undo the straps on his vest, trying to relieve some of the pressure on his ribs. He gasps softly, and you apologise profusely, rubbing his shoulder gently.
Your heart hammering with nerves in your gut, you really hoped it wasn’t as bad as it looked.
Footsteps from behind have you alert again, but once again you’re relieved when Antonio’s face appears. 
“Jay?” He asks, concern etched into his furrowed brows. Jay simply glances at his friend with a disgruntled eye roll and a barely restrained cough.
You sigh, addressing Toni yourself. “He took a pretty bad beating to the chest and stomach, lacerations to the neck and face, and I’m sure some other pains he won’t admit to. Ambo’s on its way, Adam’s down the hall with an elderly victim.”
Toni nods, patting your shoulder as he slips past you. “I’ll see how Adam’s doing, we've already got some Ambos here, I’ll send ‘em your way. Hang in there, Halstead.” He teases Jay a little, ruffling Jay’s hair as he passes.
Jay grounds out a “Fuck off, Toni.” before being interrupted by another wave of pain that has him groaning, he exhales with a shudder, feeling the increasing discomfort of breathing and moving.
You smile gratefully up at Toni, patting his leg as he goes. “Thanks, Tonio.” 
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Not even a minute later the paramedics come in search of you and your patient, you relay the information you had as you stand back up and away to let them get to Jay, waiting patiently as they ask your partner all the relevant questions, carefully guiding him to lay on the gurney in a partially seated position.
“Let's get you some oxygen, Detective, and then we’ll do something about taking the edge off.” 
You can hear Jay mumble a pained “thanks” as he finally gives in, laying back, looking exhausted as they roll him to the front of the house where you follow, discovering that Adam and his companion had already been seen to.
Voight’s waiting outside talking to some officers as you emerge from the house, walking over as the paramedics carry your partner down the path to the sidewalk. Hanks pats Jay’s leg, a wry sympathetic smile in Jay’s direction. “Don’t fight it, kid. You need to go, you look like shit.” 
“Yes, sarge.” Jay sighs, paler than he was before. He seems to be shivering now, even under the blanket from the paramedics, and it’s with that that his tired eyes start closing for a moment.
Voight then looks at you and nods, gesturing to Jay and then the waiting truck, indicating you could go with him. You lift up a thumb, giving a grateful “Thanks, Sarge.” as you follow Jay to the ambo.
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The journey to Med starts out quiet enough, you can see Jay wrestle with putting on a brave face vs. just letting his actual agony show. His breathing had become a concern to the paramedic, only able to give Jay oxygen until he had been examined at Med.
Jay had tried to remove the mask a few times but with a final death glare from you, he knew better than to fight anymore, not that he had much energy to do that anyway.
You watch him on the gurney with your uneasy thoughts accumulating by the second, as Jay's face becomes more pained, you can see as he tries to mentally soothe the griping in his chest and stomach. You had seen enough of these sorts of injuries to know he was most likely bleeding internally, given how hard Munoz had beat the shit out of him, you weren't surprised.
The paramedic upfront calls out that the ETA is 5 minutes, and you couldn't have been grateful to know that you were fast approaching help.
You shuffle forward on the bench, ensuring to stay out of the paramedic's way as they try and talk Jay through the pain, knowing not much more could be done until he could be examined, scanned, and possibly taken up to surgery to fix any potential tearing.
You speak softly, "Jay, take my hand. We're almost there, just hang in there, okay?" You're clasping your hand with Jay's, sympathetic to the fact that he looked thoroughly queasy, shaking from the low blood pressure the paramedic had identified.
"Just squeeze if it's too much, it's just me and you, alright? We're gonna get you seen, almost there."
Jay's tired, partially bruised and swollen, eyes flutter, and he nods meekly as he focuses on breathing, clutching your hand tighter than he meant to. You didn't care, this was exactly what you were there for.
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From the second you enter the ED it’s a flurry of Connor, Ethan and April as well as technicians who examine Jay. You're left to wait out in the ED’s family room, eventually joined by the rest of the gang who had come with their respective casualties.
Antonio comes to sit beside you, wrapping an arm around you with a comforting squeeze. You offer him a tired smile, and he returns it with a gentle knock of his head against yours.
“He’s gonna be fine, at least Will isn’t here to tear him a new one for being stubborn and getting into trouble again.” 
You huff a small laugh at that, “True… I just wish he wouldn’t attract danger so much, which is ridiculous to say given our profession, but Toni…I hate seeing him so distressed.” 
Toni nods in understanding, despite the absurdity of complaining about your friends, loved ones and colleagues in the CPD getting hurt, it still didn’t make it any less of a troubling thing. Especially when Jay was as precious as he was to you.
A thought passes through your mind that you should at least drop Will a message about his brother so he could at least visit Jay’s room in the morning.
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Time passes and eventually, Connor reappears, you stand, waiting for the upshot of Jay’s condition.
“He had some tearing, but we managed to get that under control and all being well during the night we won't need to operate. That could change, but it’s unlikely. We’ll keep him here for at least a few days, if not longer, whilst we keep his blood pressure under control and monitor the bleeding. He’ll be pretty out of it for a bit, we gave him so good stuff for the pain.”
All in all, you could live with the prognosis, exhaling deeply with all the tension finally able to wane a little bit.
“That sounds promising, thanks, Connor. I really appreciate it…Can I see him?”
"Of course, you can see him for a little, but he needs his rest, okay?" You laugh a little at that, feeling like a kid who's being warned off from getting too hyper.
"Okay, Dr Rhodes. I'll behave." He grins, and you follow him towards Jay's room.
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The sight that greets you is one that goes some way to fix the uneasiness you were feeling. Of course, the sight of Jay hooked up to different IVs, monitors, and oxygen, none of that was pleasant - but the sight of him alive, without pain and giving you a dopey wave and a smile was also the best feeling.
You say your thanks to Connor as you slide the door behind you and step closer to Jay.
"Hey cowboy, how are you feeling?" You speak quietly, coming to sit by his bedside as you smile back.
"Hnh...high." He rasps, eyes drooping occasionally,
You snort, giggling softly. "That's good, high is good... You worried me back there, partner. I'd rather you didn't get stomped on by angry people."
"Mhm, I agree. Sucks...sorry for scaring you." He sighs, eyes closing again. You watch him fondly, scooting closer to hold his arm comfortingly.
He tries to open his eyes again, but you squeeze his forearm and hush him softly, “Hey, it’s all good, get some sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Jay hums, “M’kay…G’night, Y/N. Thanks…”
He barely gets the words out before he’s off into the abyss of sleep once again. You sigh, still holding his arm gently, allowing yourself a small moment to just feel the warmth of him beneath your fingertips and see that he was going to be fine contrary to the sight of his slightly swollen and bruised face, and the equipment surrounding him.
“Night, Jay…” You swallow, hesitating as you study him, making sure he’d definitely gone back to sleep. “I love you, idiot.”
An ever-so-subtle noise from behind you startles you, and you realise Will is standing there with his arms crossed and a shit-eating grin directed at you, obviously, he got your message.
He opens his mouth, whispering almost excitedly as he glances at his sleeping brother, “I knew-”
You gently release your grip on Jay’s arm, checking again that he remained in slumber. Wagging a warning finger at Will with a hushed threat, “Don’t finish that sentence if you want to keep your luscious red locks, William.” 
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Fin.
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"Living with you drama queens is like having my own personal reality tv show." with jamie, reader, and trevor plzz!!!<3
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That fucking guitar was starting to be the bane of her entire existence. She loved her boys, she really did, with her whole heart, but the moment the guitar was introduced to the picture she loved them a little less. At some point, the argument that revolved around Jamie’s guitar was getting less funny and starting to drive her up the wall.
Jamie had a hard finding a new hobby that could replace hockey for the time being, his shoulder was still killing him, and his lack of passion for anything was hurting his mental stability in other ways, so learning guitar was his answer.
It was nice, or at least she liked it. The gentle strumming that could be heard throughout the house late at night. Their beachside house was always calm when Z had been on roadies, the two quieter roommates gaining some peace as he was thousands of miles away. The other two would find themselves on the roof, he’d sit holding her up against him, her back pressed against his chest as he taught her basic cords, although still an amateur he’d been an amazing teacher.
“Dude enough with the strumming!” Trevor yelled from the kitchen, Jamie was in his room trying to tune his guitar, doing it 'quietly' to keep Trevor off his ass. “I’m sorry, I’m really trying!” He yelled out.
“Stop bullying Jamie,” she sighed from the couch glaring at the man who had returned from his trip less than an hour ago and already had a list of demands and complaints. Trevor looked up from filling up his water bottle, “you’re just taking his side because you're in love with him” “If you keep this attitude up I’m moving out” she frowned and turned her attention back to the movie she was watching. Jamie walked into the living room and sat down next to her, his thigh pressed up against hers as his arms wrapped around her shoulders, “but if you leave who’s gonna stick up for me when Trevor starts being a bitch?”
“Be a man and fight me by yourself!” Jamie groaned into her shoulder as Trevor smirked at the two, “oh yeah hide in your girlfriend’s shoulder, stop being a pussy!” She grumbled and looked over to Trevor who looked at her with a face-off surrender not wanting to feel her wrath.
“Stop being a dickhead, I like the guitar, it’s romantic!” Jamie exclaimed looking up at the shaggy-haired boy who shook his head. “You’re falling for this shit Y/n?" he dryly chuckled motioning to the boy who had clearly been trying to romance her with his guitar-playing skills, "It’s annoying!” he said walking from the kitchen island in front of the couch to look at Jamies who rolled his eyes. “You’re just jealous, maybe if you’d learn the guitar you’d finally find love!” She let out a choked laugh as Z’s jaw dropped, “you really wound me Jimmothy! The guitar is for starters overrated! And the only girl you’re ‘pulling’ is your roommate!”
“You two are children,” she said unimpressed as she stood up from her spot on the couch, prying Jamies face from her neck to go find peace in her bedroom. “You love us don’t lie!”
That’s not where the argument ended.
Later that night Jamie found himself back up on the roof, her next to him as he hummed along to a new song he was trying to figure out
Trevor’s head poked up from the edge of the roof, “I swear to god, start playing again and it’s going into the ocean” “You wouldn’t dare!” A gasp left Jamie’s mouth as he hugged the wooden instrument to his chest. Trevor’s eyes narrowed “I so fucking would,” he said lowly, it was like the two of them thought they were in some action film, living out their dramatic monologue dreams.
“Trevor go away” she shooed him away, but no luck as he pulled himself onto the roof to tease Jamie more. “Play another cord, I dare you, Jimmy” a taunting tone filling Trevor’s voice Jamie’s fingers assumed the position as he gave it a quick strum, Trevor got closer to the couple with a shit-eating grin on his face. “You’ll have to rip it from my bare hands Z,” he spoke coldly, before Trevor could get his hands on the guitar Jamie used it to jab him right in the shin gaining a loud prolonged hiss from him.
“Did you just hit me with it?” Jamie smiled innocently as he held his beloved guitar against his chest, “oh you’re done for” he said trying to tackle the man to get it from his grasp, gaining a few more hits to his legs, evil laughs erupting as the two argued over top of each other.
“Living with you drama queens is like having my own personal reality tv show,” she mumbled as Jamie took another swing with the guitar and hit Trevor right in the knee causing him to fold, the two of them erupting with laughter as the fight ceased.
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OM! Brothers and Where They Would Take You On a Date
a/n: I haven't played Obey Me in some time now so I'm not up to date with recent things the brothers might have done... also please excuse my writing, spelling, and punctuation. :)
Lucifer:
While he doesn't have much time for leisure, thanks to his brothers always getting into trouble, he still tries to make the best for the moments he does have with you.
Office dates: Him at his desk while you're somewhere else in the room doing your own thing. This way he can get work done while still being with you. Sure it may not be a date but he has to make due with the little time he has with you.
Coffee dates: Since he walks you to class, due to his fear of you getting hurt in anyway, you always stop at a little cafe near campus. You spend your mornings talking, studying, or just enjoying each others company. This is one of his favorite ways to start his mornings... you, coffee, and calmness.
Stay in movie dates: Since he has several brothers there is little to no time alone for the two of you. He gave up trying to shoo them away while you try to watch a movie together. (What did he expect... you're in the living room.) While he may not say it he does enjoys these dates. In his heart he is a family man and wants to also be close to them. The whole family builds a pillow fort, more like a base due to the shear amount of people, and enjoy watching the movie while you're curled up next to him.
Mammon:
He doesn't have much money to spend on dates, due to his awful spending habits, but he always tries to make the best of what he has. He spends hours looking in magazines, websites, anywhere that might give him a coupon for something.
Walking dates: You both spend a lot of time walking around parks, lakes and shopping centers... what ever he can find he will take you there. Of course he brings a blanket, but only if you're walking in a park, and set everything up for a picnic by himself. (You offered to help but he insisted that he would do it by himself, it was the gentlemanly way.) At shopping centers he notes everything you look at and tries to find something like it for cheaper, coupon for it, or a way to get money to get it (He would definitely sell an arm and a leg for you.) Later he would wrap it up and give it to you.
Fancy restaurants: Once he's saved up enough money he would take you to the fanciest restaurant he knows. He loves seeing your face light up when he reveals that he has ACTUALLY saved up money to go out and eat. He is so excited to make his human happy and the night always goes amazing. At the end of the night you slowly walk your way back to his room where you cuddle up and fall asleep.
At home dates: Of course when his pockets run dry he will find things to do around the house. From getting into mischief with his brothers to cooking/baking he will do it all. He just enjoys spending any and every second with you!
Leviathan:
Although he spends most of his time cooped up in his room he attempts to get you out for dates. Though most of his dates revolve around his interest at the moment, so hopefully you enjoy them too. Also be ready for cringey romantic gestures, he was inspired by romance animes.
Cafe dates: He tries to act like a true gentleman on these dates. He pulls out your chair and he makes you sit and wait while he grabs your coffee order. He is so interested in every word you say and he leans towards you to get every last detail. A few times he's accidentally touched your hands because he was leaning in TOO close. On you way back to the house you walk with your arms locked together and take in the beautiful surroundings.
In his room dates: Since he spends most of his time in his room why not just have a "date" there. Days before the date he looks up the best things to get for your partner. He has a basket full of face mask, chips, candy, and stuffed animals. Rose petal scatters around the room leading to his bed. (He asked some advise from Asmo...) Along with a candle of your favorite scent burning. Anything can happen during these dates... you could play game, watch movies, or even cuddle together. These are his favorite type of dates because of the variety of different things that can happen.
At home gaming: Sure you two live in the same house but sometimes it's better to game on your own gaming system in your own room. He voice calls you as you two spend the whole night playing any and every game. During your breaks you both make your way to the kitchen. You try to keep quiet to not wake everyone else up in the house, but you find something so hilarious from each of your matches/games. Of course when someone else comes down there to tell you to shut up you both laugh even harder. You end the night by curling up in bed together while a movie plays in the background.
Satan:
He has piles and piles of dates to take you on in his head. (Thanks to all the romance books he has recently been reading.) Though he wants to have a date every day he knows that one can only take so much!
Pottery dates: These are his favorite dates. He gets to get out of the house, spend alone time with you, and work on art! At first you both worked on separate pieces but over time you started collaborating your work. It started with you making matching cat mugs, then to you painting the lid to a cookie jar, and now into full on collaborative pieces. Of course these dates can get a little messy (from one of you accidentally putting paint on the other which turns into a whole face painting session. You leave the place looking like clowns.) After a nice shower you both sit in his room and talk about what you wanted to make next.
Picnic dates: He takes you on picnic dates whenever the weather clears up and there is a nice day. He sets up the blanket with an assortment of finger foods, your favorite flowers, and many desserts. He brings your favorite snacks/finger foods from the human realm, but also some new ones he thought you might enjoy. You both lay out there soaking up the sun until it starts to set. You make your way back home stuffed and happy.
Reading dates: He always enjoys your company in his room wether you're actually reading a book too or just doing your own thing. He always recommends some books he thinks you might enjoy, there is already a pile stacking up. Midway through you both take a break and get a nice drink and some snack. You spend it talking about your day or how the book you're reading is going.
Asmodeus:
His dates mainly focus on the beauties of the world and beauties of both of you. You spend your dates spending lots of money or just at home pampering yourselves.
Flower picking dates: Since there are so many types of flowers he could pick out for you he decides to bring you to a flower field to pick your favorite ones. Linked arm and arm you stroll down the isles of flowers looking for the best ones to pick. He does these dates quite often because everyone deserves fresh flowers, especially you.
Mall dates: Online shopping is never the same as actually going in person. You both go into many stores and try on any and everything. If something looks good on you Asmo is sure to buy it even if you refuse! Of course Lucifer gets mad at the amount of money you both spend every week, but how could he stay mad when you both were so happy.
At home spa dates: His bathroom is always fully stocked with all of the new and the best spa treatments. Rose petals lead up to the bathtub. Several body soaps, bars of soap, and body butters line the walls just for your selection. He helps pamper you, he brought up this idea. At the end you both relax on his bed with some sort of face mask on and talk about new trends, life, and gossip.
Beelzebub:
Since food is the only thing Beel can think about, apart from you, most of his dates are centered around food! You find yourself going on many dinner dates. Unlike Mammon this man can actually buy you and him what ever is wanted.
At home cooking date: Since this man can EAT you find a lot of your "dates" in the kitchen. Once a week you both come up with a recipe you want to try out. It always starts out good but by the middle of it, when Beel can't suppress his hunger anymore you have to try to stop him from eating your progress. You both get messy in the end, mainly you from being pinned on the table for most of the time, then have to clean up you mess and get washed up. Beel always apologizes and offers to clean everything up himself.
Fair dates: What better place to eat than at a fair! You and Beel go around testing the foods at each booth, although its not testing since he buys the whole thing. He of course lets you take the first bite and if you like it he'll buy you another one. No need to be scared of leftovers, he will eat it right away! At the end of your visit you are carrying home every carnival game prize he had won for you with him carrying most of it of course.
Workout dates: Between his eating time he has a sliver of time for working out. He takes you with him to the gym, running around campus, and at home work outs. He always tries to include you into it by either you working out with him or him putting you on his back in any way. Running with you on his back, doing pushups with you on his back, eating with you on his back, the options are endless.
Belphegor:
Since his schedule is mostly filled with sleeping he tries to incorporate you into it. Since his energy get drained quite easily you spend most of your time near somewhere to sleep
Sleeping dates: The date starts off by getting you the most coziest meal ever, then with a nice hot bath, and lastly with a nice comfortable bed to crawl into. Nothing could get you up from the bed. Once you do get up, due to the excessive sleeping, you do your own thing in his room while he snores away.
Music dates: You both pick out an album you want to listen to that week and listen to it together. Belphe cant help but always fall asleep midway through all the time. You curl up next to him and do something else or sleep along side with him. Of course he will catch up on the album during the week so he knows he's not missing out on something you enjoy.
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darqchilddaydreamz · 1 year
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Pay The Minx
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written for my favorite Missy Pooh, Ms. Teef... Madame Teefus if you will @withmyteeth . Sorry it took me forever but it had to be juuuuust right. Hope ya like it. And thank you for the challenge I had fun writing it. ;)
Chibs x Female OC WOC one shot
18+ ONLY * MINORS GO AWAY!!
Request prompt in bold print.
3k words
Read with forgiveness, the interruptions during editing were many.
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When Chibs picked her up and began to drive a familiar route Amarah stared at the passing scenery in disbelief. When he pulled onto the TM lot, she felt a migraine coming on.  
Slapping up the face shield of her helmet she glared at him, “You said we were going out.”
“And we are out, lass. Let’s go.”
“You’re serious?”
Chibs never answered because Tig started hollering from the tables on the patio and the ruckus they called a greeting kicked off.
This was becoming a regular thing. Amarah climbed off of his bike and took a deep breath looking down at her wasted outfit. Skin tight, light blue jeans tucked into mid thigh tan boots, paired with a tan slub, tunic-length tank top with strategic cut outs in the back exposing her toasted almond skin and freckles. A tank top also scooped so low in the front, occasionally it let her navy bra - which was a mouth watering contrast to the brown shade of her skin - play peek-a-boo with the observer. What a waste and Chibs hasn’t even noticed. 
She loved his brothers but unless she was going to start a romantic relationship with all of them, she needed some alone time with Chibs…and he was not getting that fact. Walking a couple steps behind his long strides, she watched him give Juice a hug that lasted twice as long as the one he gave her when he arrived at her house. Wow. Her current opinion? This is fucking ridiculous.
For the next hour Amarah entertained whoever came by to talk to her, making the best of the things despite Chibs continually leaving her to go outside and chat it up with his buddies or answer calls. It wasn’t the worst night of her life, she truly enjoyed his SAMCRO family but getting compliments on her wild curly hair and her look-at-me outfit from them hadn’t been the plan. Chibs swinging by to drop a kiss on her temple or a slap on her ass before disappearing again wasn’t exactly screaming romance either. And him physically relocating her to shoo away any vested man, who had overstayed his welcome by her side, was grating on her nerves.
Had Chibs been a little more clear in the head, he might have considered that approaching his girlfriend at the bar to confront her less than bubbly expression after taking several shots while playing pool was a bad idea. But the alcohol dimmed his normally perceptive mind and sharpened his tongue.
Leaning on the bar next to her, he opened the conversation as badly as one could expect. “You’ve been catty as hell ever since we got here.”
Amarah was caught off guard. Turning her head slowly to look at him she thought, Since we got here? Is he crazy? I give up. “That’s because I don’t want to be here.”
Amid the swirl of alcohol in his system, Chibs didn’t hear what she was saying. What he heard was the arguments from days long passed with women before her in his head. He heard the insults to his club spewed from the mouths of previous girlfriends. The personal digs at his brothers that only came when they had reached the end of their rope, specifically when they were looking for a way out.
“You don’ wan’ ta be here.” he muttered in a tight, angry tone. He let the replay in his head determine his response - not only the words but the volume. He huffed out a noise, “The only reason you’re here is because I let you!”
Chibs tossed back his shot for emphasis, smacking the glass down while Amarah stared wide eyed. Completely thrown off by the heat in in his tone and the arrogance of his statement. …because you let me?
Before her brain could tell her not to, she took a quick glance over her shoulder, noticing that a couple of his brothers immediately looked away. However, a few women that had made it clear they waiting for their opportunity to entice Chibs met her eyes happily. Their faces bright in their perverse amusement at her discomfort. Turning to face the bar again, she avoided eye contact with the prospect behind the counter, finishing her drink.
Chibs poured himself another glass from the bottle on the bar, not even looking at her. Annoyed with her silence, he spun around to lean his back and elbows on the bar. Still his eyes did not fall on her when he spat, “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Look, we can jus’--,”
“Oh no! It’s fine!” Turning her stool, too, her reply was sickly sweet, as was the false bright smile she gave him. Rubbing his back gently for those still in audience, she kissed his cheek, murmuring, “Go on with your little friends, I won’t be by myself for long.”
Chibs heard the threat behind her words, “Don’ play wit’ me, kitten.”
“Is this a game?” She leaned into his shoulder, her eyes scanning the room, “You know how much I like games. But keep it up and I might not need you for that either.”
Only the amount of alcohol he had consumed allowed her to hop off of the bar stool and walk away before he could grab her. He watched her head for the pool tables, her middle finger low behind her back finishing their conversation - throwing a taunt over her shoulder, “And I know you're lookin'.”
Yes, he was. Seeing the flashes of tan, silky skin teasing him through the cut outs in the back of her tank top, the curve of her thighs and behind in those jeans. Her deep brown tresses, curled into a wild fierceness that somehow survived wearing a helmet, swayed and bounced.
Shit. 
Chibs pressed his lips together tightly, the scars on his cheeks, dipping in. Not too drunk to recognize that he had pissed off the minx and he was going to pay for it.
For the rest of the night Amarah laughed and drank with literally everybody in the clubhouse except Chibs. Her arms around Opie’s waist celebrating a win at the pool table, her hand cupping the chin of Juice while he grinned at whatever thing she said. Every time Chibs planted himself by her side, she quickly found somewhere else to be. She skillfully dipped out from under his arm sliding across her shoulders. Switched chairs and maneuvered around the pool table to take a harder shots just to avoid his closeness. Even settling in for a quick botany conversation with Gemma and a very bored looking Clay.  
Through sitting in Tig’s lap to tell a crazy story from work to sharing a joint and plenty of giggles with Bobby, the stay-away-from-me vibe was practically oozing out of her pores the whole night. She was having the time of her life while he simmered in the rank stew he had crafted. Then she pulled the final fuck you of the night from her bag of tricks by calling an uber, trying to leave without saying a word.
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Amarah was so bent on getting to the waiting car, she didn't hear his rapidly approaching footsteps until it was too late. “Wha’s this? Where’r ya goin’?”
“Home.”
Chibs reached the car four steps ahead of her. Leaning dow,n he leveled the driver with a stare, "She won’ be needin’ ya.”
The driver hesitated before looking past Chibs at Amarah. Chibs raised his eyebrows, “Don' ya fuckin’ look at her! Fuck off!”
The poor man looked terrified but held his ground, “Miss?”
Chibs stood up straight, with his back to the driver he pulled his gun, tapping it on his thigh. This was the last of his patience. He tucked his lips in for control of himself. Amarah bent low enough for the driver to see her face clearly.
"Honey, I'm okay, really. You can go ahead and bill it. It’s fine. I just gotta talk to this one.” Giving Chibs a dirty look, she smiled at the driver’s concerned face. “Don’t worry he's a pussycat."
The driver’s eyes skittered to Chibs, who spun around, cocking his gun. Wide-eyed, the driver slammed his car into gear and skirted off.
Amarah cut her eyes at Chibs once the red tail lights disappeared. "Nice. Scare a little man trying to do his job." Turning on her heel, she started back for the clubhouse, “Fucking great.”
Once inside she went to sit down at a table, fully intending to call for another ride in a few minutes, but Chibs scooped her up propelling her across the room before her butt could hit the chair, directing her down the hall with a firm grip on her arm. Turning into the first room with an unlocked door, he pulled her in and slammed it shut. Slapping the light switch on he stood with his hands resting low on his hips. He opened his mouth then shut it again, his lips pressed down in a straight line of contained anger. His first step toward her put her back against the door, but Amarah had no intention of backing down at this point, meeting his glare with one of her own.
Chibs jaw tensed before he spoke, “I shoulda taken ya out t’nite.”
She wrapped her arms around her waist, eyes blazing, “Think so?”
She had a whip for a tongue when she wanted to and he knew he’d asked for it. “Out, out. Not here.”
“Hmm.” She was giving him nothing.
“An’ I were an arse.” Her silence was clear agreement. Standing under the weight of her disappointment was putting out the fire in him. Looking her over, he hated the way her body language was pushing him away, self-protective.
“Amarah.” He was waiting for her to say something but when nothing came, he stepped closer. “Marah, love.”
She huffed out a frustrated sigh, trying to ignore the way he slid her abbreviated name across his Scottish tongue and the way his face had softened. Damn it. “You ignored me half the night and I still played nice. Tried to have a good time. And what did I get in return? A drunken scolding. A dress down about my place in the grand palace that is your life. And --”
“ ’m sorry.” He interjected, now close enough for his torso to be touching the arms she still had wrapped around herself. He cupped her elbows in his hands, letting her keep her shield of protection from him in place. He sucked in a deep breath and let it go, his eyes trailing up to the ceiling and back to her face. “I got in m’head. It weren’t even you I was goin’ round wit’.”
He pressed into her space, testing her resistance. Wrapping one arm firmly around her waist, he placed his other hand the door, dipping down to brush his lips over hers. When she didn’t push him away, he shifted burying both of his hands into the curls he had been staring at for the last two hours, tilting her head back to collect the kisses that should have been his throughout the night. Feeling her arms unfold and come around him, welcoming him, changed the tone - the intensity - was no gentleness in it now, his kiss was possession. 
Breaking away they stood breathless, her hands at his waist, his resting on the curve of her neck. “ ’m sorry. Aye, kitten, ya bloody well know I am.”
She searched his face for sincerity. “Say it again,” she said softly, staring at his lips, waiting.
“I’m. Sorry,” he repeated, letting it come out in a rumble, leaning his forehead on hers. “I am.”
Chibs moved to kiss her but she placed a finger to his lips to stop it. “That was all I wanted, you know.”
Chibs took her finger from his lips and kissed her hand, his lips warming her knuckles before leaning in to kiss her cheek softly. His lips lingered, warming the spot there, too, “I know. I’m sorry.”
“Some alone time. Out of the house.”
“We’re alone now.” His kiss along her jaw was even softer, warmer, dragging slower. His hands on her waist gently squeezed off and on between his thumbs swirling a distracting pattern over where he knew her hip joints to be.
Tilting her head back just enough to be a silent invitation, she asked in a voice withered down to a hush, “And did you have to scare that poor little driver to death?”
Chibs had made his way to the pulse in her neck, his lips brushing a sigh out of her and another. His hands joining in on the apology, moved from her waist up her sides. “I’ll send ‘im flowers in the morn’.”
Amarah giggled, slapping him lightly on the shoulder and he came up to met her eyes with a rascally smirk. Cupping her face in his hands, he pressed his body flush against hers, “I’ll call tha teeny bastard tomorrow an’ sing him a song, alrigh’? Whatever ya wan’, woman.”
This time when he sought her lips, she reacted with a hunger of her own. He groaned his pleasure into her mouth, tongues gliding and slashing against each other. He sucked on her full bottom lip, nipping before she swept her tongue across his in response.
“Off,” she demanded tugging on his cut. Her lips blazed a hot trail down his throat, biting and licking. While he took his shirt off she went at his belt buckle, her lips never straying far from her favorite piece of his anatomy...well one of her favorites. Leaving a dark mark on his neck, she returned to his mouth while he toed out of his boots and stripped off his pants. His dick, needing no further provocation, stood up bobbing and waving with every movement. And somewhere between pulling her tank top off and removing her bra, his rings landed with a clink on the dresser top.
Turning her while backing her into the bed, he sat her on the end running his hands over her thighs where they meet the tops of her boots. He dipped his fingers into the rim, sending tingles up her legs.
“For the record, you need more of these.”
“You buying?”
He arched an eyebrow and growled, lunging forward to bite her thigh through her jeans as his response making her squeak and try to ball up on the bed. He chuckled and tugged on her leg to straighten her back out.
“C’mon, I need tha’ foot, kitten.” Standing at the foot of the bed, he unzipped her boots and took them off one by one. Unbuttoning her jeans, he gave her an absolutely scandalous grin and wink before, peeling them off.
Chibs’ mouth watered at the sight of the tiny triangle of navy blue lace covering her. Playfully, she placed her  foot in his chest, resisting his gentle nudge to push them apart. Rising to the challenge, Chibs kissed his way from her arch down her leg stopping to bite the inside of her knee. Amarah squealed and automatically folded up. Chibs’ kneeled down yanking her to the edge of the bed kissing the rest of the way up her thigh.
“Tease,” she breathed, her eyelids heavy with want.
Chibs made a sound low in his throat, his eyes shone with a devious gleam. “There’ll be no name callin’ t’nite but mine.”
Pulling the lace aside, he wasted no time with teasing, smothering her sex with an open mouthed kiss that had her arching of the bed instantly. His long licks drew the gasps from her that he needed to hear. Him suckling her clit had her moaning low in short vowels. Oooo - Aaaaa - Oooo.
He stopped just long enough to drag her panties down and off but that brief moment away it had her sliding up the bed to the pillows reaching for him, whining for him to hurry. Returning to her apex, he doubled his efforts in response to the way her hips bucked up as soon as his tongue began its spellbinding swirls again.
“Tha’s m’girl,” he encouraged amid her high cries. “Give me m’sweet clover honey.”
Her thighs muscles twitched with every flick of his tongue. Her hips flew up off the bed when he turned his head for a targeted attack to the extra sensitive right side of her clit, fulfilling his own prophecy as his name shot from her mouth in a guttural scream and her orgasm overtook her.
He kissed his way up her torso while she came down, crushing her breasts together to lick and nibble on them both in such rapid succession she could only grip his hair with shuddering gasps while the jolts to her core kept her a trembling mess under him.
With a shaky smile, she pushed his shoulder indicating that she wanted to be on top of him. “Hold it for me,” she breathed out, still loose from his toying with her during her come down.
With her hands planted in his chest, she slid down and held still, watching his face as her inner walls gripped him in a cruel rhythm. Chibs closed his eyes grabbing for her hips, wanting her to move. “Yer killin’ me, kitten!”
“You hold still,” she smirked.
“For Christ’s sake, woman!” he tried to raise his hips for friction but she wasn’t having it.
Amused by his suffering, Amarah shrugged one shoulder, then rolled her hips slowly, the minute drag on his dick making him bite down on his lip. “I don’t know that you deserve it.”
Chibs raised his head off the pillow in disbelief, “Aw, fuck me! Angel! I swear ta ya it’ll never happen again.”
‘Never?”
“Nae, woman! Didn’ I tell ya I was sorry? I swear on the Holy Christ--,”
Amarah covered his mouth mid promise, her smile as wicked as he had ever seen on any woman.
Leaning down, she let her breasts slide across his chest before whispering near his ear, “I believe you, baby. But when you come…it’s only gonna be because I let you.”
Under her hand Chibs swallowed, groaning as she sat up straight again and her hips rolled slow. His hands clutched the blankets under him for dear life. If this was to be his penance for the mess he made of things earlier, it was a price he was going to have to pay.
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cosmos-coma · 1 year
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Soup and Sandwiches
A/N: Listen I’ve been struck by terrible baby fever and I’m gonna make it everyone else’s problem.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Words: 916
Summary: Your husband Bucky has since retired from the Avengers and now you two live comfortably on your little farm, waiting for the newest member of your family to arrive.
Warnings: mild language, pregnant reader (No pronouns)
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The noises of everyday life echoed on as you waddled your way around the swarm of chickens at your feet. Bucky methodically chopped firewood outside, his usual job now that he had entered a sort of ‘soft retirement’.
“Shoo, dumbasses! Or I’m gonna eat whoever I trip on!” you shooed, waddling with your little bucket of feed toward their little fenced-in pasture. Excited clucks jabbered around you as you tossed their feed into the field. “Oof that bucket might have been a little heavy…” you muttered and rubbed your large belly, smiling as your hands were met with a little kick. 
“I know, baby. Soon enough you’ll be here and you can help me feed the chickens then.” Another harsh kick you could only assume was impatience hit your hands. “Language, Kiddo…” 
Feeding time thankfully meant that collecting eggs was much easier, save for a few eternally grumpy fowl. As you exited your coop you glanced over towards the stump behind the house, seeing it now stand barren save for the chopped wood piled neatly at its side.
“Now where on earth-” You started, getting quickly interrupted by strong arms wrapping around you from behind. A smile instantly painted itself on your face as you leaned back into the warm wall of muscle. “There you are,” you grinned. 
“I thought you’re not supposed to be carrying anything heavy, Darling…” Bucky said in a knowing tone and peppered a few kisses on your cheek and shoulder. His hands slipped their way under your dusty overalls and instinctively rested over your growing belly, rubbing small circles in with his thumbs.
“I know, I know… I thought the little feed bucket would be okay. I didn’t feel it until later.” you sighed, moaning a bit as he massaged your aching belly.  Even the baby’s kicks got less impatient as they felt the presence of their father. “Mmm, yeah. Right there… Keep rubbing right there…” 
“Oh… I like the sound of this.” Bucky laughed and rested his chin on your shoulder, grinning his stupid grin you loved so much. 
“Not like that, you horn dog.” you grinned and gently elbowed him, pulling his arms out of your overalls and turning to face him. You set your bucket down and wrapped your arms around his neck, hating the arm's length your belly kept you at. 
“Well, horndog or otherwise… I’m done chopping the wood for now. How about we go inside and I can fix you up some lunch while you get off your feet?” he suggested, leaning over your belly to give you a sweet kiss. Leaning down he pressed a few kisses to your belly, earning gentle nudges and kicks against his lips. 
You grinned and ran a quick hand through his hair as you looked down at your goof of a husband. “Yeah, I would like that. Soup, sandwiches, and some TV?” you asked. 
“I’m on it.” He said, holding his arm out for you like one of those cheesy romance movies. 
You laughed and picked up your basket of eggs, linking arms with him and waddling your way back inside. Bucky led you right to the couch, getting your feet propped up with a couple of pillows before he went off to the kitchen to get to work. 
The smell of grilled cheese wafted through the house, paired with a wonderfully herby tomato soup. Through the doorway to the kitchen, you could see Bucky hum out tunes from the 40s as he flipped your sandwich. He swayed and danced alone to his songs in the silly goofy way he did when he thought he was alone. A grin came to your face as you watched him with the most unabashed love in the world.
“Alright, Doll. Lunch is served,” he said, carrying over a plate full of sandwiches and a big bowl of soup. Carefully he maneuvered his way behind you, letting you rest your back against his firm chest. “So, what are we watching this time?” 
“Hm? Oh, I don’t know yet. I got a little distracted…” a hint of blush graced your cheeks as you shook yourself out of your thoughts. 
“Aww, were you distracted thinking about what an amazing husband I am?” He jested. 
“Yeah, actually,” you said with a small smile, “and a good dad.” 
You looked up at him with honest eyes, taking his hand to give him a firm squeeze. “I’m just... I’m really lucky to have you around, Buck. Sometimes it just hits me in those little times when you're flipping a sandwich just how lucky I am for all the little things you do for me- for us.” 
“Oh, Doll…” He said, “I’m lucky to have you too. I know it may not be obvious, but you've changed so much of me for the better. You gave me a dream I didn’t think I could have-” he rested his large hands over your belly “- and you’ve taught me just an ounce of your incredible patience… I’ll be an incredible father because you helped me learn to be myself again.” he finished, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. 
Tears welled up in your eyes, but you quickly blinked them away. “I love you so much, Buck….” You pressed a kiss to his hands, showing your love to both sides of him.
“I love you too, Doll. Now eat up, I can’t have you eating cold grilled cheese.” 
And your heart has never felt so full.
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