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seeingivy · 8 months

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Heyy Ronnie! It's my birthday today. I was wondering if you could do a reader x gojo fic where reader is kinda sad on her bday? Like people are showing her love but due to bad previous bdays she feels low sometimes during the day? And she feels like she isn't worthy of the love she's getting now after these years (from friends and parents)? Ofc satoru is by her side telling her good things hehe🥹

birthday pick me up

satoru x f!reader

content: good ol birthday fluff, dad gojo w megs + tsumiki, no evil suguru bc idagf this my fake world we are all happy in it

an: MY BELOVED BABIE!!! I SPEED RAN THIS SO I COULD MAKE SURE IT GOT TO YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY. as a fellow emo birthday sharer (the stories in this fic are literally taken from my own birthdays that were horrible lol), i hope you find a way to make this day wonderful. spoiler non spoiler for the fic, another year you fight on is always something to celebrate!!! I wish a wonderful year of happiness and love ahead for you sweetie pie, I hope you have a wonderful, wonderful day <3

as you write up the mission report, your fingers splayed right against your temples trying to soothe the tension, the root cause of all problems in your life - your very ridiculous boyfriend - sets something down on your desk.

you look up to find a very cheeky grin on his face, teetering on that fine line that he toes between bothersome and endearing as he waits for your response.

“satoru.”

“yes, my love?”

“why did you just give me a muffin with wax on it?”

he frowns, his upper lip jutting out into a soft pout.

“it’s a cupcake, baby.”

“where’s the frosting, master chef?”

he yanks his blindfold down, a guilty smile pressed on his face.

“in my stomach. you just took so long on your mission and i got so hungry that i just ate some. just a teeny tiny bite.”

you lift the sad excuse of a cupcake into the air between you two, glaring at him with your eyes narrowed. he gives you a sheepish smile in response, as he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead in apology.

“what’s with the wax in the middle?”

“that’s a candle.”

“why is there a candle in my non-cupcake?”

“it’s august first, sweet thing! it’s the start of y/n month!” he responds, so matter of factly like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

you now realize what’s happening. and you’re going to stop it in your tracks.

back in december, you surprised satoru and megumi - deeming the entire month of december their month and giving them little surprises and gifts for the entire thirty one days. it was more for megumi than satoru at first.

“megs.”

“yes, y/n?”

“what flavor birthday cake do you want, kid? we’ll order it soon so it’s all nice and ready to be picked up on friday, okay?”

you turn around to find him sitting there with a blank face. you walk up to his side, leaning over so your eyes can be level with his.

“are you one of those kids who hates cake? we can do ice cream, muffins, even vegetables if that’s what tickles your fancy. whatever you want, okay?”

and when he mutters out those six words, it stops you in your tracks all together.

“i’ve never had birthday cake before. i don’t know which one i like.”

after he admitted that to you, you made sure that you and satoru went the entire six miles for him, so that he’d love his birthday, so he could feel special. because of course that asshole toji never did it for him.

you ordered every flavor of cake so he could pick a favorite (vanilla won) and got piles and piles of gifts with the gojo clan money. and since satoru is satoru, you had to make sure he had his fair share of celebration that month too since they were both born in december.

you never expected them to do it back. and you didn’t want him to either. and it’s not that you don’t appreciate it or don’t love him for wanting to go the extra mile for you because you do, it’s just that…

you hate birthdays.

after a string of misfortunes year after year, of counting down the days just to be kicked down, has turned you off from the holiday all together.

after inviting everyone to your fifteenth birthday at the bowling alley, just to have no one show up. to sit there in embarrassment, convincing your parents for hours on end that people will show up, that they’ll eat the cake your mom spent hours making just to take the entire thing home and get an embarrassing reminder every time you opened the fridge.

or your nineteenth birthday. when your parents had an important graduation party to go to and your siblings were out of town, when you spent the entire day wallowing in your room, your phone absent of notifications. because no one remembered and those who did didn’t care enough to stay.

year after year, a cruel reminder that a day that’s supposed to be special, that’s supposed to be about you, is anything but.

you can make sure that megumi, tsumiki, and satoru don’t feel the same. that their special days aren’t tainted. but yours is already far beyond repair and you’d like to keep it where it is. deep in your mind, where no one can touch it.

“satoru. can we not do y/n month? i-i don’t want to celebrate my birthday.”

satoru, for all intents and purposes, looks like a kicked dog.

“what do you mean? you love birthdays!”

“i love your birthday, ‘toru. and miki and megs too but i don’t want all that for mine. it’s- let’s just pretend its a normal day. i’ll go to work, we’ll eat dinner, and then you can be nice to me and i can get some at the end of the night, if you know what i mean.” you say, giving him a cheeky grin.

he brings his hands up to your cheeks, cupping your face in his hands.

“but it’s your birthday, silly. i’ll let you get some, obviously, but we have to do more than that.” he responds, frowning.

you lean into his touch, his hands moving to snake around your waist as you sigh into his chest.

“toru. the best present you can give me is if we do nothing. i-i don’t like to think about my birthday because it makes me sad and i just want to have a normal day with the three of you. i-i don’t expect you to understand but can you just do that for me? is that okay?” you ask, looking up at his sparkly blue eyes, in the few moments they’re free from his blindfold.

he leans forward, to press the softest kiss to your lips, before pulling back.

“okay. no birthday.”

you should have known better that satoru gojo does not take no for an answer.

you wake up in the morning to two very smiley faces and one teeny tiny smile staring at you. satoru, tsumiki, and megumi are all wearing matching purple birthday hats, surrounded in a plethora of streamers in your bedroom. the second you flicker your eyes open, they all pop confetti into the air, the sound catching you off guard.

“oh my-”

“happy birthday, my love!” satoru responds, excitedly leaning over to kiss you. he leans too hard because then he’s knocked you over, the two of you tangled up in the sheets and the confetti falling on your bed.

you sit up as megumi and tsumki climb onto the bed with you, tsumki pressing a wet kiss to your cheek while megumi tucks himself into your arm to give you a hug.

“how did you even do this while i was still in the room?”

satoru props himself up to pull one of the matching party hats onto your head and press a kiss to your forehead as he explains.

“you sleep like the walking dead, babe. we literally popped the confetti once before and it didn’t even wake you up.”

you take in the room in earnest this time, the three of them intently watching you. there are sparkly gold streamers hanging from the wall, a little handmade sign that has tsumiki and megumi written all over it taped to the wall, and a sweet little tray of your favorite breakfast on the side.

you turn to your left to find satoru looking at you, that stupid, stupid lovestruck grin on his face as he stares you down.

“you like it, babe?”

“satoru, you didn’t have to, i just-”

he clamps his hand over your mouth, feigning his best serious look.

“i held off for the other twenty four days of august babe. i had so much planned and i threw it all out for you. but you’re going to let me have this one day and do everything i say because it’s your birthday.”

“shouldn’t you listen to me because i’m the birthday girl?”

“i only accept that rule when the birthday girl isn’t being stupid.”

“hey, you just-”

“did you like it, y/n?”

you place one of your hands in megumi’s hair, who's still tucked into your side, as you crush satoru’s hand in your other hand.

“it really is sweet. thank you. i’ve never had anyone do something like this for me before.”

satoru gives you a satisfied smile as he leans forward, pressing another kiss to your face.

“get used to it. you’ve got like fifty more birthdays with me.” he responds, hopping off the bed as he sets the tray in front of you.

satoru wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to go all out. because after breakfast, he takes the three of you out on the town, to go bowling. which is something you were originally against, because in all honestly, you haven’t returned to an alley since your fifteenth birthday.

but he drags you in by the wrist and you have so much fun that you forget about the entire thing. satoru’s cheater ass runs down the alley when his ball went into the gutter, tsumiki spends the entire time looking for a pink bowling ball and can’t find one, and megumi gets way too excited about the all you can eat nachos that he accidentally ate too many and almost threw up.

the entire thing is so silly and so genuinely fun that you don’t think about sitting in the alley alone as a kid even once. you’re laughing too hard to even remember.

and when you get home, your entire apartment is decked out this time and all your friends are jumping out at you the second you walk in, pressing warm kisses to your cheek and wishing you a happy birthday.

of course he did a surprise party. satoru rents out a karaoke machine, makes them all play a game about who knew you best (nanami won, satoru was pissed), made you open gifts, and brought you a real cake with frosting and candles on it.

and the entire thing makes you so happy, you could cry.

you stand by the half eaten cake as everyone winds down in the foyer, stuck in their own conversations. and the entire day, the entire ordeal that satoru went to plan this makes your heart squelch as you watch it in front of you.

but there’s some part of you. thirteen, fifteen, nineteen year old you that still sits in your head. that remembers that pitiful feeling of being alone on your birthday and convinces you that this is a one time thing.

that it’s the exception, not the rule. that your birthday is nothing to celebrate, still.

you feel a hand snake around your waist and a pair of lips on your neck as satoru wraps himself around you, his voice warm on your neck.

“did you enjoy today, birthday girl?”

“yeah. I love you, ‘toru. thank you.”

you lean to the side to press a kiss to his cheek, before you focus back in on megumi and nanami’s very intense chess game that’s going on.

“princess.”

“hm?”

“i know you. tell me what’s going on in that head. you wanted chocolate instead of red velvet, didn’t you?”

“well, when you put it like that-”

“red velvet and chocolate are the same. it’s just dyed a different color!”

you laugh as you turn around in his arms, knotting your knuckles together around his neck.

“no, satoru. you made it perfect and i loved every second.”

“then?”

“it’s just weird, love. i’m not sure how to explain.”

satoru leans down to put his hands around your waist and lift you up onto the counter. you’re both level height now, your face a few inches from him as you try your best to explain the block in your chest.

“i love that you did this for me, please don’t think i didn’t. but some part of me can’t help but feel less than right now.” you whisper, his eyes washing over in concern.

“less than what?”

“i just mean- this is the first time someone has done this for me and i-” you respond, your voice cracking as those hot tears fall out of your eyes.

he brings his hand up to your cheek, his touch warm.

“sweetheart. you know you deserve this right? big fancy birthday parties? breakfast in bed and handmade decorations and birthday cards?”

you can feel the tears pouring out of your eyes even harder at his words, his voice so soft that it makes every untouched wound in your mind hurt.

“i-i know everyone deserves it logically but it’s just been so many years and no-no one ever wanted to do it for me that i just-no one even cared and i still feel like they don’t-”

satoru brings his hands around your waist as he leans the majority of his frame into yours, his mouth hovering right by your ear. he’s whispering soft words into your ear as he tells you to calm down, his hands rubbing small circles into your back.

“y/n. your birthday is very special to me.”

you bring your hands up to your eyes as you wipe your tears away, pouting at him through the redness on your face.

“why’s that?”

“everyday, i’m grateful you were born. that you’re in my life, that you’re with me, that you’re in this world.”

he brings your knuckles up to his mouth as he presses a soft kiss, a beaming, warm smile on his face.

“the day you were born should always be celebrated. with this intensity, if not more. it’s another day that you, another year that you’re on this earth here with me. with us, living and breathing.”

he presses a kiss to your cheek before whispering the final words in your ear, that shatter your resolve completely.

“what is there not to celebrate, sweetheart? it’s just another year i got to spend with you. another year i get to watch you push on past what bothers you, to stay soft when everything around you is hard. another year you keep fighting. that is always, always something to celebrate.”

you wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you into his hug, the hold so tight that you can physically feel the pressure in your chest. you must have stirred up some commotion with your crying because they’re all standing at your side now, irritated looks on all of their faces.

“you made her cry, asshole.” shoko says, rolling her eyes at him.

“you give us a whole lecture about how this day needs to be treated like a national holiday and then your dumbass made her cry?” suguru says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

you pull away from your hug, laughing at their insistence as satoru starts defending himself, and you can’t help but feel it.

excited for your birthday next year.

because you know satoru and you know he’s already planning out the ten miles for y/n month for the next year.

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braxlrose · 10 months

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YALL???? THE V LINE?! OH MY GOD IM CUMMING

✮ summary: you and Bill were making out when you finally take it to the next level

cw: p in v sex, oral (f and m recieving), kissing, swearing, dirty talk, cum eating, nipple play, smut, fingering, bill ooc?? idrk, hickies, bills experienced lmao 💀, reader is a virgin but still knows some stuff

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You and Bill had been dating for a couple months now and it has been amazing. He was so sweet and kind. And crazy hot. You two met at a music festival and he was in love w/ you the second he saw you. Like I've mentioned before, Bill believes in love at first sight.

Everything had been so great, he brought you out to restaurants and you hung out w/ him and the band whenever you could and they all loved you. Tom and you became really good friends since you were dating his brother. You couldn't imagine anything better. You had other boyfriends before Bill but nobody was like him. He was the greatest boyfriend you could ever ask for.

Whenever you were tense from whatever he would always lay you down and give you massages, or if you were hungry he'd bring you out to get food. If he didn't have a lot of money you two would stop at McDonald's and order a bunch of stuff. He loves kissing you.

He's so good at it, I can't even explain it. His lips are so soft and he always knows where to kiss your neck to make you feel so good.

Which is what led to this.

You and Bill were in his hotel room making out. He had already taken your shirt and pants off so you were just laying there in your bra and panties. He got you specially made ones that say his name because it makes him go feral. Honestly, he wants his name tattooed on your body. To show everybody you're his. Bill isn't the confrontational possessive type, but he likes, no loves the idea of everybody knowing you're his and only his.

"You look so sexy.." he whispers to you, kissing down your jawline and nibbling on your earlobe, "..look so fucking good underneath me." You lean your head back and move your hair out of the way as he finds your sweet spot.

"Bill~..god s'good...you're always so good." You run your fingers through his hair and close your eyes, "I never wanna leave this moment, never ever. You..oh god-" he bites down on your neck.

"Mmm..found it.." you can feel him smirking against your neck, sucking harder and harder. Your breathing becomes harsher and your thighs squeeze together. It doesn't take long for bill to notice.

"Awh..you want me to touch you? Hmm? Come on schatz, tell me where you want me to touch you." He stops sucking on your neck and instead brings his face right in front of yours so you two are both staring into eachothers eyes, "I know you can do it.." he whispers, placing a little kiss on your nose and running his finger tips down your cheek.

"You know where..you asshole." You reply, biting down on your lip and running your hands up his chest.

"Oh but I wanna hear it..come on? Can't you do that for me?" You look up at him with puppy dog eyes as he speaks. He speaks so sensually, it's practically addicting. His voice is so sexy and oh god..the way he's looking at you is making you melt. You lean in closer to him until you lips are almost pressed together and look him straight in the eyes.

"I want you to suck on my clit and fuck me dumb until I can't think of anything but you.." he just smirked at you and started to kiss down your chest.

"Can I take this off?" He looks up at you, playing with the clip of your bra. All you do his nod as he snaps it off and tosses it to the other side of the room. He keeps kissing around your breasts, squeezing and nibbling on them until he reaches your nipples. They're so pretty..so beautiful. He places little kitten licks on them as he looks up at you. Your lip is on the verge of bleeding from how hard your biting down. Bill stretches his arm up to your face and caresses your cheek to get your attention. You look down at him as he smiles at you.

"Let them hear you...it doesn't matter to me." He mumbles, biting down on your nipple. You gasp and lean your head back. Moans come dripping out of your mouth like honey.

After a couple minutes, he trailed his kisses down to your stomach and finally to your core. He could feel your heat through your panties. But Bill's a little asshole. He couldn't help but tease you. Especially since you sound so pretty.

He kissed down you thighs as more and more moans rolled off your tongue. Leaving hickies all over them. That was gonna hurt like a bitch in the morning. His fingers traveled up your body like an angels finger tips, just barely touching you. He was such a fucking tease.

After his awful; sexy and hot, teasing, he pulled down your panties and placed little kisses on your cunt before sucking on your clit. Your body jolted as he sucked on all of your bursting nerves down there. It had felt like nothing before. You've tried to do it yourself but it never felt as good as this. Never felt as good as bill.

"That feel good? Tell me how good it feels schatzi." He mumbled against your clit, swirling his tongue in figure eights and slowly slipping one finger into you. He finger fucked you so good. He did everything good.

"S'good bill, making me feel s'good," you gasp as he moves his mouth down to your hole and shoves his tongue in, "Augh! Bill!" Your breathing becomes heavier and heavier and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release as he presses harshly against your clit with his thumb. Tears form on your waterline. He was so good with you. So sweet, so sexy, so perfect. You don't know how you got so lucky to be with someone like him. He fucked your hole with his tongue and gripped your thighs like his life depended on it.

"Bill...fuck..I think I'm getting close. S'close." Those gushing tears dripped down your cheeks as you finally came. Your breathing was uneven and your eyes felt all glossy. You couldn't see much besides bill licking up what dripped out of you. You could feel him rising up and kissing you all the lips.

"You taste so good..wanna taste yourself hmm?" He asked you, slipping his tongue past your swollen lips as you nodded like the dumb slut you are. He ran his fingers up your neck and through into your hair. He closed his eyes and pushed his crotch closer to yours.

"This isn't fair." You muttered to him, stopped the kiss.

"What isnt?" He asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You looked up at him and pouted.

"I'm completely naked, and your still dressed. I wanna see something too y'know." He looked into your eyes and started laughing. God, his laugh was so cute and sexy. He sat up, now sitting against you and his crotch pushing against your now uncovered cunt as he peeled off his shirt. You bit your lip gazing at him. He was super jacked, but he had visible muscles. Sexy muscles...

Your eyes followed down to his crotch. His cock was so hard and you could see the wet spot where pre-cum had come out of. His dick looked huge. I mean, you knew he was big..but my god. You reached your hand down to lightly glide over his dick.. "s'pretty." You mumbled to yourself causing bill to smile down at you.

"You got condoms?" He asked, still smiling and looking down at you. You nodded and pointed to the drawer next to you.

"In there." He leaned over and opened up the drawer. He ripped off one from the 6 pack you had and sat back up. He was about to rip it open before you stopped him. You looked up at his big, brown eyes and pulled yourself up to have your faces closer to eachother.

"I wanna taste you too.." his eyes widened as you spoke.

"Are you sure..?" He looked at you with some worry on his face, "you don't have to if you don't want to. I don't want to make you feel like you need to so-" you shushed bill and kissed him on his lips.

"I want to...please bill?" You kissed him again, this time now rubbing his cock with your hands, "please let me suck your cock?" A big smile grew on his face as he got off of you and sat on the edge of the bed. You got down on your knees and sat in front of him. You brought your hands up to his jeans the pulled them down his legs before they were completely off. You began to kiss up his thighs as he gripped the sheets of the bed. You looked so beautiful. It didn't matter if you two were throwing mud at eachother or doing the dirtiest, sluttiest thing alive. You always looked so sweet and beautiful in his eyes.

You finally reached his crotch and pulled down his boxers. His dick sprung out of his boxers and almost hit you in the face. His eyes widened in horror.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?! I'm so sorry." You just looked up at him and laughed, which made him laugh. "I'm okay bill..don't worry." You said to him, slowly picking up his dick and wrapping your hands around it. You slowly began sucking on the tip which made his head fall backwards and his eyes roll to the back of his head. The more you sucked the more his moans got higher and higher. Then you slowly took your lips off his dick and spit into your hands. You began to pump his dick and slowly bring his cock into your mouth. Putting in a bit more than just his tip.

It felt so good. But you were going so. fucking. slow. If it wasn't your first time, and he knew you were okay with it he would've been face fucking you at this point. Bill gripped the sheets as hard as he could to keep himself from grabbing your hair. You could see the veins in his hands popping out, so you sped up your pace and pumped him harder.

"Oh~ fuck..oh mein Gott- Meine liebling..augh.." he was shaking at this point until he finally came. He came in your mouth which you were totally not expecting and ended up choking. Cum dripped from out of your mouth onto the ground as you coughed. Bill took notice and grabbed tissues. "Shit! I'm so sorry..I didn't even realize." You licked your lips and smiled up at him.

"It's okay bill..I'm okay. Was it good?" You asked, standing up and wiping your chin. He nodded fast and kisses your lips. Bill then laid you down on the hotel bed and grabbed the condom.

"You ready?" He muttered to you while putting on the condom. You took a deep breath in and held his hands.

"Yeah I'm ready, go ahead." He kissed your forehead and aligned his dick up with your pussy. Then slowly pushed himself in. You squealed at the feeling and gasped. Bill noticed almost immediately and looked up at you. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Should I pull out?!" You shook your head and pulled him closer. Keep going. You whispered to him and kisses him on his lips. He kept pushing himself into you until he was finally balls deep. He gave you a minute to get used to the feeling and waited for the okay to move. Once you nodded to him, he began to thrust into you. His cock was throbbing and twitching inside of you. I mean what do you expect he's a teenage boy. But God, you felt so amazing. So wet and the way your pussy wrapped around his dick. It's like you were made for him.

So pretty. So gorgeous. All mine. Mine. My pretty. He whispered to you, thrusting deep and hard. You two were holding hands and everything was so messy. Saliva and spit were all over both of your faces as you two kisses. It was perfect and everything you ever dreamed of. He made this so special and perfect for you. You always wanted to wait for the right guy even while tons of girls had been losing their virginity at your age already. Any of the guys you dated before were nothing compared to bill. Bill was your everything. Crazy. That was crazy considered you two are only been together for a few months but that didn't matter. You two hadn't said I love you yet but you knew you did. There was no possible way you couldn't love him. He was your soul mate..and you were his.

A/N: I hope you liked this!!! Ty so much for all the support you guys have given me so far, this has been so amazing. IM SO BAD AT ENDINGS IM SORRY LMFAO

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #smut #fluff #bill kaulitz being sexy as hell #2007 bill kaulitz #2006 bill kaulitz #yall i guess this was before he got his star tattoo #damn #thats crazy #tokio hotel fanfics #tokio hotel edits #bill kaulitz edits

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wannaeatramyeon · 7 months

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Lol, been awhile I have talk or ask.

Reading childhood "friend" Goo x reader made me want Gun reacting Goo on the giving y/n a discount and finding it odd.

Wonder if Gun would tease him lol.

Hey Sam! The timeline of the childhood friend fic doesn't quite match up as it would be pre meeting Gun and then you become a couple so that asshole is money hungry but maybe not that much!

Goo Kim x Reader: Generous (feat. Gun Park)

G/N.

"You're generous with Y/N."

Gun says it like it's a statement of fact. Because it is.

An observation given freely by Gun Park is usually right on the money. He's astute and accurate as always.

And that makes Goo want to punch him.

He holds himself back and opts for casual.

"What can I say, I'm a generous guy." He gesticulates with his black card before handing it over to the store assistant. "Wrap it up nice and pretty please, sweetheart."

He gives them a grin. Tones down the wildness, aims for alluring instead of deranged and they blush. Falling hook, line, and sinker.

‘Ah, still got it.’

Goo waits patiently, rocking slightly back and forth as they put his purchase through and carefully package it up.

Goo waits patiently, ignoring Gun's eyes burning into the back of his head. Unsatisfied with his previous non-answer.

Goo waits patiently, even as the assistant is taking ages. Seriously, how long does it take to wrap something and can Gun fucking gawk at him any harder.

He whirls round.

"What."

Gun raises his eyebrow in response as if to say 'what' back, but he stays silent and staring. Goo doesn't miss the minute smirk pulling at his lips though. He reconsiders making a scene and punching him.

Goo stares back. Eyes narrowing behind his glasses with each passing second.

The quiet conversation of other customers, the rustling of tissue paper, all blurring into the background.

Goo stares and stares, lips thinning.

Thinks about the hideous scar hidden behind Gun's sunglasses. How he would like to cut it back open. Add a few more scars on that bastard's body-

"Are you and Y/N," Gun breaks the silence first. It's unusual. Just like Goo with you. The question must have had his curiosity for some time. He takes an uncharacteristic pause as he considers his phrasing, "... together?"

Goo would rather cut off his own tongue than answer Gun. Just out of principle. Yet... even though you aren't here, denying your relationship, your importance to him seems wrong somehow.

He tries again for evasive instead.

"Why do you want to know?" The blonde waggles his eyebrows at his partner. "You're not my type anyway."

Gun reads between the lines.

Thinks about the expensive (even by their standards) gift taking a painstakingly long time to wrap. Goo's urgency to rush here and buy it for you. The way he lights up responding to your calls and messages. The increasing frequency he has rejected money making opportunities due to other commitments.

The commitments being you, no doubt.

Gun decides it’s as good as confirmed.

#lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #lookism fic #goo kim #goo kim x reader #kim joongoo x reader #kim joongoo #gun park #wannaeatramyeon #slimesam hits again

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creedslove · 9 months

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I NEED some pre/no outbreak! Joel x reader where it’s just put fluff of them w Sarah after he’s had a long day at work

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: no outbreak Joel is an addiction I don't want to get rid of 😭 I'm so ready to be this man's wife 😭

Joel had a pretty rough day at work; he had problems with deliveries of wood and concrete and he also had an argument with one of his clients

And the asshole even threatened to cancel their deal and find another contractor

He even missed dinner with his family which was sacred to him, only to have a meeting with the asshole client and try to come up with a solution. He hated that he missed out precious time with his two favorite girls: his beautiful wife, you, and his daughter Sarah

But he knew sometimes he had to make sacrifices, after all the money he would get for this job would make a difference at the end of the month and he had vowed to give you two only the best

Luckily, Joel managed to solve the situation, but that didn't happen without a lot of stress, tension and anger, so when he parked in the driveway, he wanted nothing more than shower and bed

He got out of the car and groaned, he was sweaty, cranky, sore, hungry and he figured you and Sarah would be probably in bed or asleep on the couch

He decided he would just take a quick shower, make himself a sandwich and try not to wake you up when he got under the blankets

Or maybe he would wake you up on purpose and see if you were in the mood for a quickie, so he could blow off some team

But he wasn't sure he would do it because he didn't feel playful and because his back was killing him

When he got to the front door, he thought it was odd the lights were on and the smell of food was making his mouth water every single step he took

Maybe Tommy decided to crash and cook himself something?

Joel laughed at himself at that absurd thought, there was no way his brother would cook something without burning his house down

When he got inside, he heard laughter and your voices, Sarah immediately smiled up at him

"Hey dad, we missed you!"

You went towards him and pecked his lips, tangling your fingers into his sweat-damp hair and caressing it gently

"Go shower, handsome. Dinner's almost ready"

You chuckled as he looked very surprised and give him another peck on the lips

Joel didn't waste time, showering and changing into fresh clothes. He got downstairs as quick as possible and saw as you took the potatoes out of the oven at the same time Sarah was setting the table

She proudly told him how the two of you had decided to cook dinner together and his heart warmed at the realization you two had made his favorite: steak and baked potatoes

Over dinner, you two told Joel what you did in the evening while you waited for him: you helped her with the homework, then you two listened to music and prepared dinner together, as you decided you would wait for him

Joel ate as if he hadn't eaten in days, he was so full and satisfied and felt the tiredness taking over his body, so you told him to go to the couch that you would handle the dishes

Sarah helped you and in no time the three of you were on the couch. Joel had picked whatever movie that had a lot of explosions or car races, you didn't really care, as you focused on running your nails through his scalp, one warm wrapped around your body and another wrapped around Sarah, who dozed off at her dad's soft cuddles

You could see he was also struggling to keep his eyes open, so you suggested everyone should go to bed, after all, it was way past everybody's bedtime

Joel carried his daughter to her room, even if his back was still sore, he just couldn't wake her up, not after everything she did for him, she was sleeping peacefully, and he smiled at himself, thinking about her when she was an adorable little toddler and wondering if he would have the energy to have another toddler running around the house

His back said no to that question, but his heart said yes

He tucked her in like he had done so many times during her life and went to your room, meeting you there, with a muscle relaxer and a glass of water in hands and your lotion waiting for him on the nightstand

You didn't even need to tell him twice, he immediately took off his shirt and lay on his stomach, so you took some lotion and rubbed over his back, before massaging it effectively

Joel loved the massages, not only because they felt good and helped him relax and very often had a happy ending, but also because you always used some of your fruity lotion on him and he would smell like you - but he wouldn't really admit that

Once again he was almost dozing off, when you noticed he couldn't help but pop a boner. Joel groaned and he couldn't deny he wanted to fool around a little but he felt so goddamn tired

You told him to close his eyes and relax as much as he wanted, as you kissed from his lips to his neck and then down his body until you got to that thick cock of his

And you gave your husband a blowjob until he finished in your mouth

He barely had time to recover from his bliss before falling asleep finally, to the point he didn't even notice he was the little spoon that night

You clung to him and fell asleep too, drunk in love with your husband and happy with the family you had

The next morning Joel woke up in such a good mood, because he knew that no matter what he had to face at work, he would have his family when he went back home

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal headcanons #pedro pascal headcanon #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller headcanon #joel miller headcanons #joel miller tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou show

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holybatgirlz · 4 months

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@bridgertonbabe had me cackling over her bridgerton spouse support groupchat that I couldn't stop thinking about what the bridgerton sibling chat looked like in the aftermath of game night.

(All credit to Bridgertonbabe for this chaotic mess)

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🐝 The Children Group Chat 🐝

Violet: Alright.

Violet: Who started it?

Anthony: Started what?

Hyacinth: What exactly is it u r referencing mother?

Violet: Oh you all know exactly what it is I am talking about.

Violet: Who started the fight this time?

Benedict: I did. It started.

Violet: No.

Violet: I know you probably fueled it once it began, but you didn’t start it. So once again I must ask.

Violet: Who started the fight?

Eloise: Who told you we fought?

Violet: Sophie did. After I learned from Agatha that an ambulance was called for your husband.

Eloise: He's fine Mum. He had a panic attack because Anthony wouldn’t get off his ass about the rules.

Anthony: The rules clearly say when you land on someone's properties you have to pay them. Not my fault he couldn’t.

Eloise: He couldn’t pay u because u r a deranged asshole who puts interest on his properties like some money hungry slumlord.

Eloise: Who puts interest rates in Monopoly?

Francesca: It was my fault Mum. I started it.

Violet: NO

Violet: You and Benedict both hate confrontations. I know neither one of you started it.

Violet: Who

Violet: Started

Violet: The fight

Violet: At Daphne’s game night?

Daphne: I would like to point out that Hyacinth is being abnormally quiet right now.

Hyacinth: Excuse me?!

Eloise: You were exceptionally vitriol with the rest of us that night. More so than usual.

Hyacinth: Mother. I feel like this would be a good time to inform you that Eloise broke a £5000 vase that night.

Eloise: OMFG

Eloise: Et tu Brutus?

Hyacinth:

Hyacinth: throw me under the bus again I dare u

Colin: You did throw it across a room.

Colin: At my head I should add.

Eloise: I purposefully aimed away from your head dummy. That’s why it hit the wall.

Colin:

Colin: Did you?

Eloise: WELL HYACINTH BROUGHT A SWITCHBLADE.

Hyacinth: Liar!!!!

Hyacinth: it’s a penknife. Not a switchblade. Get it right.

Gregory: Yh Anthony still has her switchblade from when we all played Cluedo

Colin: talk about Miss Hyacinth in the parlor with the knife. U nearly killed Benedict. And Gregory. And Simon!

Benedict: I still have the scar

Anthony: Not to mention the fire damage.

Gregory: Well the fire was Daphne’s fault.

Violet: Please do not remind me about the Cluedo incident. It gives me a migraine every time I think about the damage you all did to my house that night.

Francesca: Isn’t even the most concerning part. Hyacinth. How did you get another knife?

Hyacinth: It’s for protection

Francesca: That did not even remotely answer the question I asked you

Hyacinth: Gareth got it for me

Anthony: Gareth isn’t stupid enough to give you a weapon.

Hyacinth: He is after getting mugged

Violet: 🫢 Gareth was mugged?

Hyacinth: He’s fine. He was a little shaken up but they didn’t get anything off of him. They just roughed him up a little and scared him.

Colin: Why do I have a sneaking suspicion you had some involvement in this mugging?

Hyacinth: Why would I mug my husband???

Benedict: Ulterior motives. As unreasonable as a theory that may sound. This is also you we are talking about.

Colin: How do we know you didn’t mug him so that he would get your hands on another knife?

Hyacinth: I plead the fifth

Anthony: Hyacinth!

Hyacinth: Again

Hyacinth: A £5000 vase was destroyed that night.

Hyacinth: And not by me.

Eloise: if anyone is at fault it’s Daphne. It was her idea.

Daphne: Why am I at fault for trying to have a nice family get together?

Francesca: Because u should have known this is exactly what would have happened

Violet: Must I remind you all that you nearly gave Phillip a heart attack. The poor man had to spend the night there for observation.

Benedict: And you all made Sophie cry

Eloise: Jesus Christ. She’s pregnant Benedict. Ofc she’s going to cry. She literally cried last week telling me about the tiny baby shoes she crocheted.

Daphne: In her defense. They were adorable.

Benedict: 😤😤😤 They are the cutest little baby shoes. I’m so excited to see my daughter wearing them.

Benedict: But that’s not the point. You yelled at her Eloise.

Eloise: Because she wasn’t doing anything except sitting on the couch while Phillip was hyperventilating.

Benedict: Maybe because she’s SEVEN MONTHS PREGNANT AND CAN’T MOVE!

Eloise: omg Benedict get over it

Benedict: my wife was in tears over what happened and then you and Kate both felt the need to gang up on her because she wouldn’t hand her remaining cash to you.

Eloise: She was leaving.

Benedict: BECAUSE she was the one who went with Phillip to A&E because YOU were too busy arguing with Daphne about the income tax rule.

Eloise: It was unreasonable and unnecessary for me to have to pay it because I had more money than the rest of you

Daphne: Says known socialist Eloise Bridgerton

Eloise removed Daphne from the chat

Anthony added Daphne to the chat

Daphne: Bitch

Violet: Daphne do not call your sister a bitch

Eloise: Bitch Bitch

Violet: ELOISE!

Gregory: I think it's safe to say that Anthony’s unreasonable rules are what led to the conflict starting. We all know he’s the most competitive.

Colin: Agreed

Eloise: Agreed

Daphne: Yeah that’s true

Hyacinth: Agreed

Anthony: Because Gregory isn’t the reason we have to have them in the first place. You cheat. All the time.

Gregory: Well I learned it from you didn’t I?

Anthony: You hid all the tokens so that Lucy could pick one first.

Anthony: Then you pressured her into teaming up with you after she claimed all the good spots. Then you started extorting and threatening the rest of us. Not to mention I am genuinely concerned you do not know how interest rates work given the numbers you were giving us were completely off. And I will not even discuss your blatant disrespect for the get out jail free card.

Anthony: What do you have to say for yourself?

Gregory: That my wife didn’t key a car

Colin: oh snap

Daphne: WHAT?!?!?

Daphne: SHE DID WHAT?!!

Colin: 🤣🤣🤣 it was Kate who did it!?

Gregory: Yh apparently Amelia caught her in 4K HD keying Simon’s car while Phillip was being loaded into the ambulance.

Daphne: KATE WAS THE ONE WHO KEYED SIMON’S CAR?!?

Gregory sent a video.

Violet: Good lord.

Violet: Why are you all like this?

Anthony: I would like to make it clear I will neither condemn nor condone my wife’s actions. She is her own woman and will do what she wishes without my input or opinion.

Anthony: However it wasn’t as though it was without reason.

Francesca: Omfg Anthony

Hyacinth: Gregory how the hell do you know this??

Colin: How did you get the video?

Gregory: because MY WIFE loves me and sent me the video when she told me about it

Violet: how the hell did all eight of you inherit your father’s competitive streak??

Violet: EIGHT. We had eight children and you all got it. It’s not normal.

Francesca: Mother. If I may.

Francesca: We’ve all seen how you get watching baking shows.

Violet: That is not the same and you know it!

Francesca: Mother. Again.

Francesca: I say this with nothing but love and respect.

Francesca: Anthony had to restrict the Food Channel on the cable box for three years after you broke the TV. You literally are not allowed to be left alone when The Great British Bake Off is on.

Francesca: I’m quite certain the reason we are all like this is because dad’s competitiveness got mixed in with your insane stubbornness.

Violet removed Francesca from the chat.

Hyacinth: Omg Mum did you banish Francesca to the shadow realm!?!

Gregory: I had no idea she even knew how to do that

Violet removed Gregory from the chat.

Hyacinth: GREGORY NOOoooo

#not giving it a title cause it’s essential unfinished #bridgerton #little ficlet #my fics.

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seijorhi · 3 months

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Hello, i love your fics especially,means to an end. After that night, would ame ever suspect something is going on her own ? Or is she purposely not looking?

Have a good day.

ame sort of hovers somewhere between naivety and wilful ignorance, but not out of any sort of maliciousness. i've said before, and i'll say to my dying breath, ame never knew the full truth of the abuse the twins put the reader in through high school. if she had, there's no amount of alcohol, money, smooth words or good looks that would've gotten her into bed with atsumu.

she thinks they were just assholes in general, which fits in with the stories she's told when she meets their old volleyball buddies. not harmless, exactly, just... easier to swallow. easier to believe that the twins could – and did – grow out of it. it's 'i was a dick to everybody and you took it personally' over 'i tormented you specifically for years because i'm obsessed with you'.

the problem with that picture she built up in her head was that the minute she put all of them in a room together, cracks started appearing. ame wants, so desperately, the fairytale romance she's built up in her head. in some ways, she's more in love with the idea of atsumu over the actual man – kinda funny considering that's a facade too, but we won't get into that here hfjdkjhfjds.

i said that part of it was wilful ignorance. ame does believe that the twin's 'bullying' was more entitled dickishness than anything else, but ever since she found out, there's that little voice in the back of her head that wonders about boys who pull little girls' pigtails in the playground. which is silly, of course, because atsumu doesn't even remember her, but...

what if.

that voice isn't so easy to shove aside when she's watching the three of them interact. when samu's attention barely slips from the reader and every touch from her boyfriend feels edged with... something.

when her best friend's acting like a cornered animal, staring down the jaws of a hungry predator. the tension's too thick for mere 'i was a douche to you back in high school'.

like a warning bell going off in her head, it starts the minute the reader pulls up, gets harder to ignore the longer it goes on. by their little spa trip, she suspects that maybe she doesn't have the full story.

she doesn't have anything concrete, nothing she couldn't brush off if she really, really tried. and when she wakes the next morning, head all fuzzy and memories a blur, and her best friend's got a hickey on her neck and won't meet her eye, when her boyfriend tells her the good news, she accepts it happily.

wasn't she, after all, the one who'd hoped something like this might happen?

and if there's a pit in her stomach, well then ame might have to face up to some uncomfortable truths.

#y'all have really been on a means to an end kick lately hvjfkdnvjfds #those miyas are trouble #rhi answers #fic asks #means to an end

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 month

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From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

@emen-98 @1lostsoul0fishbowl @vulpixsworld

Prologue . . . Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chrissy didn't have to tell Eddie that she wanted some space. He just started distancing himself from her as well. Ronnie let it slip that it had probably had something to do with the fact that Higgins said something to him on Thursday after the fight, a fight that Chrissy had missed because she had been sick. Apparently, Jason and Tommy Hayes had been beating up Gareth for his lunch money, which was another cliche that Chrissy hated more than the rain. Eddie tried to stop them, but what he got was them knocking him around and him getting called to the principals' office while the actual assholes got away with it.

"What the hell did he say to him?" Chrissy asked.

They were leaning against Chrissy's locker that following Monday. Eddie had been nowhere in sight that morning.

"I don't know, but he probably somehow made it feel like it was all Eddie's fault. That asshole gets into Eddie's head, and despite what I tell him, it's hard to shake off," Ronnie said.

"He is an asshole," Chrissy frowned. "I wish there was something that I could do for Eddie."

"I don't think there's anything we can do except make sure Eddie knows that we're here for him and we're not going anywhere," Ronnie said. "If anyone can make him believe in himself, it's you."

God, Chrissy wanted to laugh. She leaned her head against the locker.

"I just told myself that I needed some time away from," Chrissy frowned.

"Hmm, maybe he could use some space too, to realize what he could lose," Ronnie said and paused, her face twisted as if there was something eating at her.

"What? Is there something else you're not telling me?" Chrissy asked.

"Well, the thing with Paige, the girl from the bar, is a lot more serious than we thought," Ronnie said.

"They're together?" She asked.

"I don't know, but he showed up at practice on Saturday with the girl, and apparently, she works at WR Records in Los Angeles. Eddie thinks she can sign us, but we need to record a demo to send in," Ronnie said with a sigh. "I have my doubts, though."

"Do you think she's leading him on?" Chrissy asked.

"I don't know, I don't think so. She's got stars in her eyes as much as Eddie does. I think they might both be using each other," she replied. "I think Higgins must have said something to make Eddie want to leave town. It's bad enough that people hate him because of his father. It's always been a sensitive topic for him."

Chrissy frowned at the thought of Eddie getting into trouble because he was trying to prove to people he wasn't what they said he was.

"Did you guys agree to making a demo?" Chrissy asked.

"Yeah, I don't know how we're going to get the money to record the demo, but Eddie says not to worry about it," She said. "Which is odd timing considering that his dad rolled back into town."

"His dad came back?" Chrissy asked.

"Yeah, Al is a notorious conman, which is probably why Officer Moore hates him so much," Ronnie said.

"Did he say where he was?" Chrissy asked.

"Eddie thinks he was in prison up in Joliet. I have no idea for what, though," she replied. "Dougie, Stan, and Jeff are excited about it. It all smells fishy to me, though, but I guess it's better to be there in case something goes wrong."

"You think Al has something up his sleeve?" Chrissy asked.

"Yeah, and I think he's definitely going to involve Eddie in his stupid scheme, but Eddie never could listen to me, his uncle, or anyone really when it came to his father except when he's being compared to Al," she said.

"Maybe there's a part of Eddie who wants to believe that Al cares about him and wants to be a part of his life," Chrissy said softly.

"Maybe," Ronnie said softly.

And as much as she had tried over the past weekend to put Eddie out of her mind, he was all she could think about. There was this pit in her stomach as she thought about what Eddie might do because he thought he needed to run away. How far was Eddie willing to go to escape? She wondered if she could go to Hop, but then she thought about what he could possibly do. It was all just speculation. There wasn't anything she could do either. It was his choice to make, but maybe she could, at least, try to talk some sense into him. When she arrived at the lunch table, it was void of Hellfire.

"Oh, yeah, they decided to remain at the Hellfire table indefinitely," Robin said.

"Which I don't understand, did we do something?" Steve asked.

"No, I think Higgins got into his head," Chrissy said.

"Asshole," Steve, Robin, and Nancy said.

"Where's Jonathan?" Chrissy asked.

"He said he wanted to spend the lunch period talking to Argyle," Steve said.

"And I told him you can't exactly eat a conversation," Robin said. "Which he didn't find very funny."

"No one did, Robin," Steve replied.

Robin glared at him before throwing a pretzel at him. He caught it in his mouth proudly, and then they started throwing pretzels in their mouths.

"Does this mean we're not going to the Hideout anymore?" Robin asked. "I mean, that would suck for Eddie, you know, since we're his friends and all."

"Just say you want to see Ronnie," Steve said.

"Am I that obvious?" Robin asked.

"Yes," Steve, Nancy, and Chrissy said.

"No need to say it in unison," Robin pouted.

The next evening, they all went to the Hideout. Eddie didn't even look at her, his eyes on Paige. Chrissy tried to get Eddie to talk to her after the set, but it was the other girl who drew her attention. Chrissy rolled her eyes as she slid into a booth with Ronnie, Robin, Steve, and Nancy. Ronnie was placing her corduroy ball cap on Robin's head, tucking a piece of hair behind Robin's ear.

"Looks cuter on you than it does on me," Ronnie said.

"Yeah?" Robin asked with a snort.

"Definitely," Ronnie said.

Robin blushed and looked down at the table. Chrissy forgot about her problem for a moment as she watched them flirt. She shared a look with Steve and Nancy. Of course, Eddie was still oblivious that his best friend was falling for a woman. Chrissy wondered if Ronnie even knew about herself. She did say she didn't think she would ever have a crush on anyone. Maybe she wasn't aware of her attraction toward women, but as Chrissy watched Ronnie gaze at Robin, maybe she was starting to realize it. She only hoped that Eddie would pull his head out of his own situation long enough to be there for his best friend.

The next day was another day without a sighting of Eddie, another day without him leaning against her locker. Chrissy was grumpy the entire day, and when her free period came, Chrissy went to the library again to sketch in her notebook again. She was scribbling furiously when she was yanked out of her chair. Chrissy nearly yelped until she saw that it was Ronnie. Chrissy quickly grabbed her stuff and let Ronnie pull her into one of the empty rooms in the library. She watched as the other girl paced before closing the blinds, and she invaded Chrissy's space, leaning over her. Suddenly, Chrissy was very aware that Ronnie was taller than her, reminding her that she was taller than both Eddie and Robin.

"How did you realize that you also liked women?" Ronnie asked in a hushed whisper.

"Well, I was having a conversation with my friend and her cousin when I realized that not everyone noticed men and women the way that I do," Chrissy said. "I mean, I had an inkling for a while, but I thought that I had to choose one or the other."

"I just - I never gave men a thought, I just assumed that meant I wasn't attracted to anyone, but maybe it's because I was ignoring my attraction to women," Ronnie said. "Am I a lesbian?"

"I don't know. Is that a word you feel suits you?" Chrissy asked softly.

"Yeah, it feels right," Ronnie said with tears in her eyes. "Why am I crying?"

"Because it can be pretty overwhelming when you come to terms with yourself," Chrissy said.

Ronnie hugged Chrissy tightly. She smiled as she pulled back.

"You're probably wondering - "

"Robin?" Chrissy asked with a teasing grin.

"Damn it. Was I that obvious?" Ronnie asked with a laugh.

"Yeah. Are you going to tell her?" Chrissy asked.

"Give me a chance to breathe, Henderson," Ronnie laughed. "But yeah, eventually."

Well, she couldn't figure out her own relationship. She could at least help someone else out with theirs. She still didn't see Eddie all day, and when she walked out onto the parking lot when school ended, she found Ronnie standing there staring as Eddie's van drove away. Chrissy walked over to her.

"He's not driving you home?" She asked.

"Nope, apparently, he's got somewhere he needs to be," Ronnie said.

"Something to do with his father?" Chrissy asked.

"More than likely," Ronnie replied.

"He's determined to make our hair go gray early, isn't he?" Chrissy asked.

"And fall out," Ronnie said.

"We have an extra seat since my brother will be biking home with his party," she said. "You want a ride?"

"Will Steve mind?" She asked.

"Let's ask," Chrissy grinned.

Of course, Steve couldn't say no to the girl his best friend was pining over. Ronnie slid in the middle seat, right next to Robin, while Chrissy slid in beside her.

"Hi," Ronnie said to Robin.

"Hi," Robin replied, her cheeks red.

"Hi."

"Hi!" Chrissy said cheerfully.

"I swear I know more words," Robin muttered and Ronnie laughed.

"Me too," Ronnie blushed.

The rest of the ride to Ronnie's trailer was quiet with Ronnie and Robin exchanging glances every so often. Once they arrived, Robin opened the door to get out but was stopped suddenly when Ronnie climbed over her, practically straddling her lap for a millisecond before getting out.

"I, uh, would have gotten out," Robin said as Chrissy handed Ronnie her things.

"I know," she said softly. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Robin said.

Ronnie closed the door, waved at Steve in thanks, and went inside. Steve drove away while Robin face planted onto the middle seat.

"Are you okay, Robin?" Steve laughed.

"My heart is beating so loudly. Can you guys hear it?" Robin asked, her voice muffled.

"No," Nancy giggled at her sister. "You've got it so bad."

"Shut it, Nance," Robin said.

"It's so cute," Chrissy giggled and poked Robin in the side.

She was happy for her friends' developing relationship, and she really tried hard not to feel sour about her slowly fading relationship with Eddie. It was hard when he wouldn't talk to her, and he would quickly leave whenever she tried to approach him. It was disheartening, to say the least. After trying all week, Chrissy finally gave up, hoping that Eddie would make the decision to come to her. Finally, it was the weekend, and Chrissy was over at the Wheelers. It was strange. In the past, it was usually just her and Nancy sprawled out on her bed with Barb occasionally joining them, but Robin joined them now. Nancy and Robin still fought like sisters do, but nowhere near as much as before. Not only were they sisters, they were now best friends.

"What's been going on with you and Eddie?" Robin asked. "I mean, it can't be because of whatever Higgins said."

"No, not just Higgins. His dad is also in town," Chrissy said. "Plus, I'm pretty sure Eddie is dating Paige."

"That cheater!" Robin gasped.

"Robin, we were never dating," Chrissy said.

"I mean, you and Eddie definitely have feelings for each other. Whether you guys admitted it or not, you guys were dating," Nancy said. "You had dinner at his house all the time, and sometimes that included his uncle. You danced together!"

"Well, if we didn't know we were dating, then we couldn't have known that we were exclusive," Chrissy said.

"Shit, that's true," Robin frowned. "Still, I'm calling him an idiot."

"Can we talk about something else?" Chrissy asked.

"Mike! We could talk about Mike. He's always doing something stupid," Robin said.

"What stupid thing has he done now?" Chrissy giggled.

"The little shit broke into my room, and then he had the audacity to get mad at me! Me! In my very own bedroom," Robin said.

"He's been very angry lately," Nancy said.

"Well, watching the first girl you like die to save your life probably doesn't help," Chrissy said and they all winced.

"Shit, why didn't I think about that?" Nancy asked.

"Because you've been dealing with Barb, and I've been dealing," Robin said.

"We kind of all been dealing with that, but still, as his older siblings, we should have done better," Nancy frowned.

"Maybe we can spend some time with him tomorrow," Robin said. "If he lets us."

"Well, just try not to push him too hard. He'll talk when he's ready," Chrissy said and frowned. "Dustin has been complaining about his attitude lately and that he hasn't been all that interested in playing D&D."

"Jesus, he must be in a really bad place," Robin frowned. "Should we go down there?"

"Well, they're playing right now, and I'm not looking forward to having my head chewed off by Mike for interrupting," Nancy said. "Tomorrow."

"Are you guys scared of your brother?" Chrissy asked with a giggle.

"No," Nancy and Robin scoffed.

Chrissy parted ways with them pretty soon after that. She said goodbye to Jonathan and Will on her way out before biking home with her own brother.

"The guys want to know when they can meet Eddie," Dustin said. "They think that I'm making him up and Hellfire."

"I don't know, he's been pretty busy since his dad came back," Chrissy said. "I don't know what he's even doing today."

"Did you guys have a fight?" Dustin asked.

"No," Chrissy said and then lied. "We're fine."

Chrissy kept telling herself that, all the way home. They were fine. They were going to be just fine. Chrissy wished she wasn't such a terrible liar.

Chapter Ten

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shyvioletcat · 1 year

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A/N: I don’t think you’ll like me much after this one. I’m also dealing with a sinus infection so editing might not be the greatest near the end.

~ All This Time Masterlist ~

~~~~~

A bright morning greeted Rowan as he exited through the hospital’s main entrance. He’d spent another night shift commanding the pit of the ER. For another two weeks he had pulled every shift he legally could to make sure he was in there. If Rowan wasn’t he left instructions to be contacted if anyone meeting Aelin’s description came in. It was probably on the unethical side, might even come off a bit stalkerish, but Rowan had to know. He needed one more chance.

Since the minute that Aelin had left the hospital he had gone over every detail he had witnessed since she was admitted. There were so many things that set off alarm bells and he had done nothing. He had just watched her walk out, possibly into more danger.

Aelin had been hurt and told him and the other staff that she had fallen. Occupational hazard she’d stated. As if that didn’t sound suspicious. Then there had been the man with her, with the way he had treated and acted around Aelin made Rowan’s skin crawl. Rowan had seen his fair amount of deadbeats and assholes walk through his ER, and Arobynn definitely fit into those categories. Then there was the question of who the father of Aelin’s child was. Was it Arobynn? He certainly seemed possessive enough and why else would he be there acting like that? The man looked old enough to be her father. Arobynn obviously wasn’t her father, Rowan knew Aelin’s father, he was good and kind and his world had revolved around his daughter. Which just led to the question of what her parents knew about her current circumstances.

Did they even know where she was?

There were all these questions and no answers, it nearly made him sick with worry. Rowan told himself not to worry, but that went against his nature. Going into a medical profession wasn’t about the money or prestige—he wanted to help people when they were in trouble, medical or otherwise. The nature of his job allowed him access to programs and organisations who could help those who needed it. And Aelin was in trouble, there was no doubt about it. Rowan just didn’t know the extent or cause, or how he was supposed to help her. He was compelled to do it, regardless of the more complicated feelings related to the woman who was perpetually vanishing from his life. Which was why he found himself reaching into his pocket, pulling out his phone and dialling a number he didn’t use as often as he should. Rowan wasn’t proud of himself for being that friend who only called when he needed something, but he was running out of options in these circumstances.

“Are you aware of what time it is, Doctor Whitethorn?” Fenrys’ voice was groggy and irritated.

“Sorry I just got off work,” Rowan said.

“Weird time to be asking for a drink,” Fenrys yawned through his reply, because that’s what Rowan usually asked for when he called. It was a lame opener.

“I was hoping for coffee, not liquor.”

Still apparently drowsy, Fenrys yawned again. “I just got off a week's worth of night shifts and this is my day off to sleep.”

“I would call unless—“

“Unless you needed something, yeah, yeah.” There was a groan as the man on the other end of the phone finally sat up. “What time and where.”

~~~~~

About half an hour after making the phone call Rowan was sitting at a little cafe not too far from the hospital, coffee and a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him. It would have been politer to wait, but coming off a night shift himself Rowan was too hungry and too impatient to wait for his friend. Getting a forkful of grilled mushrooms, bacon and scrambled eggs, he checked his phone for any messages. There were none.

Fenrys wandered in a moment later, looking remarkably put together. His dark eyes were bright as they scanned the seating with his curly blonde hair tied in a messy bun. How he got that hair style past the mandates of the police force, Rowan didn’t know. Although Fenrys could charm his way through whatever life presented him with.

Rowan was about to throw up an awkward wave when his friend spotted him. He weaved through the tables with a wry smile that stayed on his face until he sat down. Irreverent as always, he picked up the fork Rowan had momentarily set down and speared himself a good chunk of egg.

“If you’re going to keep me from sleeping you could at least buy me breakfast,” he said through his mouthful.

“Order what you want, I’ll pay,” Rowan replied, snatching his fork back. He looked at it for a second and then dropped it on the table. “And bring me another fork. That’s how people get sick.”

Fenrys face disappeared behind a menu. “You and your fancy doctor salary.”

Rowan sipped his drink while Fenrys decided on what to eat and then went to the counter to order. He set down a wooden block with a bright red number 12 on it and looked at Rowan expectantly as he passed him a clean fork.

“Well?”

Rowan had had enough time to plan out his words, so he just came out with it. “If I needed—wanted—to find someone, could you help me?”

Surprise and then confusion played out across Fenrys’ face. “Are they a missing person?”

“No,” Rowan said then he reconsidered. “Maybe, I’m not sure.”

If she was using a false name, there was every possibility that Aelin was missing. And then there was the question of to what extent did Celeana exist. How far did that identity go?

“If they’re not a missing person may I ask why you want to find them?” Fenrys asked.

“It’s complicated,” Rowan said. That was putting it lightly. “I just…”

The wait staff arrived with Fenrys’ breakfast burger. He looked delighted and gave an extra charming smile to the woman who had brought his food. She blushed a deep pink and stumbled over a chair that hadn’t been tucked in properly, just deepening the embarrassment. It wasn’t an uncommon reaction, Fenrys was a handsome man and shameless flirt.

“You were saying?” Fenrys asked before he took a bite of his breakfast burger.

“This person… I think they’re in trouble,” Rowan admitted.

His friend across the table was immediately concerned and lowered his breakfast. “What kind of trouble?”

Rowan let out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t exactly know. Could be domestic violence, could be some other kind of bad situation. I have almost nothing to go on except a gut feeling that something isn’t right.”

“Given your track record, I’d trust your gut,” Fenrys said, then he paused for a moment. “Look, I can try. Just give me a name, whatever you have. I can look through reports and see what I can find.”

Rowan went to give over both of the names he had, but then he remembers the fear on Aelin’s face, the way she pleaded with him not to say a word about the baby. What if uncovering who she was put Aelin and her child in more danger.

“You know what, nevermind,” Rowan said.

Fenrys looked sceptical but he let it drop. “If you change your mind, let me know. You’ve got me all concerned now.”

Like Rowan, Fenrys had gone into policing so that he could help people. When they had started pursuing their different professions they had drifted. Just a natural thing that happened when people physically drifted apart. That had never stopped Fenrys being there when any of his friends needed him, Rowan included. That was all proved by the way he’d turned up to breakfast this morning, ready and willing to help with so little information.

Rowan picked up his fork and went back to her breakfast. “If I change my mind I’ll let you know,”

~~~~~

Three days later and Rowan was still stewing over Fenrys’ offer. Not for the first, nor the last, time he told himself he needed to put Aelin behind him and just move on with life. He’d managed that once already, he could do it again. To help matters he’d given himself a break from the ER, instead opting in to do some scheduled surgeries. As was the nature of hospitals, tonight Rowan soon found himself in a non-scheduled surgery of a young woman with a burst appendix. It had finished much later than expected. Tired and worn out, he didn’t really see the point in driving home so he decided to get some fresh air before finding an oncall room to crash in.

It was just past midnight and the world was quiet, the air cool as stars shone in the cloudless sky. Moments like this always helped ground Rowan after the intense adrenaline of surgery. It made sleeping a whole lot easier too. Just a few long moments to decompress on his own help his brain shift gears.

Then a feminine voice broke into his solitude. “Hey.”

“Hey, Lyria,” Rowan said, turning to see her walking towards him in her scrubs. Unlike him she was still covering the night shifts in the ER.

“I went to find you to see how the surgery went and thought I might find you out here when I couldn’t find you in there,” she threw her thumb over her shoulder.

Lyria had been the one to admit the patient with the burst appendix. It was commendable that she was so concerned with the patients welfare.

“It all went well,” Rowan told her

Lyria nodded along. “That’s good.”

A slightly awkward silence started up between them that Rowan was eager to break. “How’s the ER?”

Rowan knew exactly why he was asking. So did Lyria, if the lingering look she gave him was anything to go by.

“Quiet,” she said. “A burst appendix was the biggest excitement.”

He nodded, suddenly feeling so very tired.

“I’m going to find an unoccupied bed to sleep in,” Rowan explained, but it seemed that Lyria wasn’t ready to let him go just yet.

“Rowan, wait. There’s something, I—ah, wanted to ask you.”

Nervousness was written all over Lyria’s face and Rowan knew what was coming. He’d expected it for a while.

“I thought maybe we could get lunch sometime, or even dinner?” She rambled off. “Or both, maybe both?”

A pretty blush appeared on her cheeks and she smiled shyly. Lyria was a confident doctor and could deal with even the most stubborn and wilful of patients. It seems her pitfall was asking a man out on a date. Rowan’s immediate response was to refuse her, to politely decline and cite maintaining their professional relationship as the reason. But then why shouldn’t he? Maybe this would help him. Another step in moving on in the right direction.

“You know what? Don’t worry,” Lyria floundered, accepting his silence as a refusal and backing away.

“Hey, wait,” Rowan said, his hand touching her forearm to stop her. “Yeah, why don’t we—“

The sound of a car aggressively approaching stopped Rowan in his tracks. It was initially hard to spot, the dark colour blending into the night, the tyres of the sleek sedan screeching and breaking the stillness of the night entirely. Rowan and Lyria had been standing near the public access to the ER and the car pulled to a stop right in front of them. A man got out of the car, his features frantic in the hazy exterior lights.

“I need help,” he said.

“Sir, are you injured?” Rowan said, snapping into action.

“No, it’s not me,” the man said, running around the front of his car.

Rowan shot a look at Lyria before they both followed, jogging over the car. While they were on their way the man dipped out of sight near the passenger door, supposedly attending to the person who was in need of help.

“She needs help,” the driver said, voice strained as he stood with a woman in his arms.

Rowan stopped, his heart faltering in his chest. The stranger stepped onto the curb, the street light illuminating who he carried.

“Down, get her down,” Rowan demanded, watching as Aelin was lowered to the ground.

He needed to assess her injustices and he was by her side a moment later. The man who had brought her lowered her down and stepped back. Rowan swooped in, checking her pulse and turning her face into the light. His stomach dropped as Aelin’s profile came into relief under the light. Immediately the cut on her cheek and forehead easily identified, and what he suspected to be bruising and other scrapes. Her pulse was strong but her breathing was a little ragged, so Rowan continued his assessment down her body.

What took him aback was what she was wearing. A diamond bedazzled corset top, and shorts that short enough to be classed as underwear. Those questions he’d successfully been ignoring for the passed few days surged to the surface again.

“Sir, can you tell me—“ Rowan wasn’t going to get his answers because in the distraction of seeing to Aelin the man who had driven her in had left.

“Shit,” Rowan said, his hands hovering as his brain took a second to catch up. “Get inside, get a gurney.”

The orders were barked at Lyria, but under these circumstances she was used to it. She was on her feet and ready to run. Just then Aelin groaned, the arm she had injured hovering over her stomach.

“And page Salvaterre in OB!”

Lyria was running, he could hear her footsteps on the concrete. That left Rowan and Aelin alone in the night that had returned to its quiet state, but it brought none of the solace it had before. Without knowing the extent of Aelin’s injuries Rowan didn’t want to risk hurting her further, so all he could do was keep his fingers on her pulse. Waiting for moments that seemed to stretch on forever.

Aelin gasped, her hand gripping onto the sleeve of his doctor’s coat.

“Hey, hey,” Rowan said, his voice calmer than the turmoil inside him. “Aelin, can you hear me?”

Her eyes fluttered open, landing on him and then she smiled. It was full of pain and fell away almost instantly. “Rowan? You’re here.”

Rowan nodded, even though her eyes were already closed and covered the hand that still held him with his own. “Yes, Aelin. And I’ll keep you safe.”

He meant what he’d said. Now that Aelin was in his care he would keep her safe, Rowan would tend to her injuries the best he could. And he’d damned if he let her out of her sight again.

~~~~~

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#rowaelin fanfiction

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aurumacadicus · 1 year

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Stuckony rat race for the meme thing

Me, only vaguely knowing what rat race means: Sure!

What time period is this? Eh. Just know whatever time period, Howard WOULD be that asshole who throws his kid out and disowns them if they get knocked up out of wedlock.

Steve and Bucky met at the doorstep leading up to their apartment building. The sun had set hours ago.

“You got extra hours, too?” Steve asked as Bucky sagged down onto the front steps. He started to sit, then gave up, falling the last few inches with a groan. “Fuck.”

Bucky put a hand up to brace him, letting out a long sigh that clouded the air in front of him. “Yeah.” He pulled his hand back and rubbed it over his face, exhausted. “Christmas is coming, you know.” He sucked in a deep breath, covering his eyes. “I wish it was just presents I’m worried about, but my god, Stevie. The bills. Tuition. Extra groceries. Medicine. Diapers. I don’t remember my parents struggling like this.”

“We’ll get through it,” Steve said, instead of that he remembered his mother struggling vividly, all those nights he stayed home alone just so she could pick up another shift, and another, and another. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes, offered him one and then struck a match. “December’s just one month.”

“I guess,” Bucky muttered.

Steve took a long drag, held the smoke in his lungs for a moment, then let out it out in a slow breath. “It’s the only thing Tony’s asked for since he moved in.”

Bucky stayed quite for a while, until half his cigarette was gone, then muttered, “Yeah, I know. I’m not... mad. I’m just... I’m just so tired, Steve.”

“I know,” Steve answered, slinging his arm over Bucky’s shoulders. “I know. We’ll get through this, though.” He stubbed his cigarette out, then stood up, dusting his pants off. “Come on. Tony’s waiting for us.”

“Yeah, okay,” Bucky agreed, taking one last puff before stubbing his out as well.

Tony was bent over the kitchen table when they came in, one hand in his hair, the other scribbling figures onto the paper. Harley was in his rocking bassinet beside him, blinking slowly up at him as Tony used his foot to rock him slowly back and forth.

Steve bent to press a kiss to the top of his head. “Hey, sweetheart. You hungry?”

“We ate,” Tony answered, distracted, then jabbed his pencil toward the stove. “Bucky’s mom brought over some stew.”

Bucky perked up, going over to the stove and opening the pot. “That was nice of her.” He paused, then put the lid back on, turning to Tony with a frown. “Why did ma bring over stew?”

“She thought I looked too skinny,” Tony complained, free hand falling to his rounded belly. “Worried that we’re all working too hard to take care of ourselves properly. I’m too tired to argue. Did you know they raised the price of chicken because of some avian illness? I have to rework our entire grocery budget.” He sighed, turning to look at Harley, whose blinks were getting even slower, sleep clearly creeping up on him. “I wanted to cook dinner for everyone,” he admitted, voice small. “I’m just... I’m just so tired.”

“You’re growing another person in you, Tony,” Steve soothed. “Of course you’re tired.”

“Yeah, but at least I get to be tired at home,” he sighed. “You and Bucky are out there, working at these factories, working overtime and still managing to do homework after--”

“Hey,” Bucky cut in sternly, coming over to wrap an arm around his shoulders. “We talked about this. It’s a decision we all made together. In fact, you were the only one who had to give something up when you got pregnant--Stevie and I are the ones who didn’t want you getting a job on your feet while you’re pregnant.” He smiled a little. “You could probably get more money if you could do your bookkeeping at an office instead of out of our kitchen.”

“But then your mom couldn’t drop in and watch Harley while I wash my hair and take a nap,” Tony mumbled. He turned to look into the crib, frowning. “I just wish I could do more for you guys.”

“You do more than enough,” Steve assured him. “You’re taking care of our son, and having another baby, and taking care of the apartment. On top of that, you offer bookkeeping services to the people who can only afford pennies when you could be making hundreds a week at a big firm.”

Tony sighed again, leaning his chin on his hand. “And I insisted on a Christmas we can’t really afford, so you guys are working even more overtime.”

“You didn’t insist. You asked,” Steve corrected gently.

Bucky smiled at him. “And us working more is a choice we made ourselves. We’re not even doing anything extravagant. A ham, a Christmas tree, some presents.” He leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head. “Next year, maybe we’ll be able to spring for some twinkly lights in the window.”

“Next year, I’m gonna have two babies and less time for bookkeeping,” Tony muttered, still frowning.

“Next year, Bucky will have graduated and can have an engineering degree behind him when he applies for jobs,” Steve replied. “And I’ll only have a year to go.” He leaned in to kiss the top of his head as well. “Good thing you already had a degree before you got pregnant, but I’m sorry you didn’t get to do all the schooling you want.”

“Maybe once the babies are in school, I can go back,” Tony mused, then sighed, shaking his head. “I’ve gotta finish this for the Merlins’ shop.” He motioned at the papers in front of him. “If I get it done by tomorrow, Mr. Merlin will give me two boxes of canned goods for free.”

Steve and Bucky immediately gave him space, instead going to fill their bowls with stew. It would certainly help their wallets if Tony could get even one box of canned goods for free. For two? They’d fuck off out of the apartment with Harley if he needed the space.

#bad idea meme #stuckony

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inkyquince · 2 years

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SHARED THREE WAYS

Remy x Wren x Male!PC x Niki

Your mother marries into a certain well-to-do family in the farmlands but it's hard to keep up with two stepbrothers and one rowdy employee. Especially since you're the one trapped in a den of hungry monsters.

content warning. Remy is a dick but what else is new. Niki being a creep, nonconsensual voyeurism, photography, Wren is a whore, one mention of Remy harming PC, bad mother, its previous generation so names shall be dropped, cock!whore Remy. This part is Wren-centric, part two is remy centric and part 3 is niki centric. 5.1K

(part 1/ part 2/ part 3)

You thought the upper crust of the town was bad. Danube street always felt lightyears away from Domus Street despite being right next to each other. It was an entirely different world, where all the lawns were trimmed to the exact centimetre, all houses stood tall and pristine, with polished school children trotting along, clothes perfectly ironed and shoes gleaming in the sun.

This was somehow worse.

Your mother tended to become wrapped up in every single boyfriend she'd get and made sure to align both of your lives with theirs in as many ways as she could, as if to prove to them she was the one they were missing all their lives. Her track record wasn't great with this. It always ended with her with tissues and ice cream in front of the TV as you tried to get things back to normal.

"You don't even know him." You muttered, watching the town you grew up in merge into the vacant fields just outside, the sea disappearing as you drove further inland.

"Yes, I do!" Your mom chirped, tapping her nails against the wheel. "We're engaged and it's time we finally got everyone together."

"It's stupid." You said flatly. "I haven't even met him."

"Because you were always such a grumpy little cow to all the others. I decided to change things up and hey presto, maybe it was your attitude that drove the others away."

You didn't bother to reply. This was the worst case of "boy fever" your mom has gone through in a long while. Telling you a few days ago to pack a suitcase and chuck everything else, selling the house to move in with some rich asshole out in the farmlands. You had fought to stay, bringing up reasons you should stay in town. That you had just a few months of your last year to finish, that she laughed at, and said you would be tutored along with her fiancé's "boys". You asked to stay in town, with a friend, and she was horrified at the thought. You said you didn't want to move out in the middle of nowhere and she tossed your empty suitcase onto your bed, refusing to continue the argument.

With every fading building, you quietly said goodbye to your friends in your head, knowing they will only know on Monday your mother had gone off the deep end again. Eden would have scoffed, calling you an idiot for not taking up his offer to come stay with him. You were going to miss sitting next to Sam as Mister Winter droned on, passing notes back and forth. Hell, even meeting up with Landry after class and wandering around town without money in your pockets and splitting a milkshake when things got bad at either of your homes. Hell, even rougher kids were okay to you, which was a blessing.

The drive dragged on, passing a cute little farm with a red headed woman chasing around a gaggle of similar haired kids, the moors which Morgan had dared you to stay overnight in before panicking and trying to get you back himself. You perked up passing a riding school you never noticed before as your mom pulled off the main highway onto a well kept gravel path.

It wasn't until a few moments away did the new place you were staying at come in view.

You thought the upper crust of the town was bad.

At least those guys had to follow building regulations and not have their houses three times the size of the orphanage you had lived most of your life next to. It was huge. There was a section connected behind the estate, with barns and fields just out of sight.

As your rickety car pulled up, three people emerged from the house, a tall man turning around briefly and pointing his finger at the second tallest, almost threatening. Your mom didn't notice as she hurriedly stepped out of the car and called his name with glee.

Her fiancé was a tall, broad man. Almost spitting image of those lean horse riders your mother would watch in riding competitions, mooning at the screen. Short, shaggy brown hair with stubble, with the meanest eyes you've ever seen. You knew mean kids, but there was a streak of maliciousness in him that never appeared in Briar or Bailey's snide glances.

You awkwardly stepped out as they embraced, and just leaned against the car, trying to look anywhere else than at the gross display of affection. Instead you focused on a small group of boys hanging out by one of the fences on the side of the estate, leaning over to get a closer look at the arrivals. You caught the eye of one, ruffled blond hair bright in the sun and he shot you a wink as the others guffawed.

"-And this must be him?" Pulled away from warm brown eyes and back into the situation, you blinked up at your... About-To-Be-Stepdad-Maybe.

He stuck his hand out for you to shake, which you awkwardly did, his fingers squeezing yours too hard.

“Nice to finally meet you.” You finally said and his lips twitched.

“Remy, Niki, greet your brother properly.”

The other two boys’ expressions matched yours as you were called brothers.. The older one, lean and tall finally walked down the remaining steps, only to continue to tower over you, his eyes matching the cruel glint his father had.

“A pleasure.” Remy, you believed, finally said, taking your hand in his in a brief handshake.

Your palm stung as he squeezed it, glancing down as he walked back to the smaller brother. A thorn pushed into the sensitive skin of your hand. Did he.. ?

Not having a proper moment to think about it, Niki stepped up, his hair hanging into his eyes. He didn’t look a lot like his brother or father, with messily dyed blond hair, and black roots, rolling a lollipop against his teeth as he barely grasped your hand before dropping it.

“It’s so nice we’re all together.” Your mother gushed, still hanging off new-darling-stepdaddy’s arm, oblivious to the sour mood stagnating between the four of you.

He wasn’t even listening properly, looking over her shoulder at the gaggle of boys staring, a small frown on his face. The blond one seemed to meet his eye and ducked his head quickly.

“Niki, show your brother to his new room. Remy, show your mother around the place.” He carelessly cut her off.

“She already poked around before.” Remy muttered but cowed when his father shot a glare at him and went back up the stairs, your mom following closely behind, chatting away.

His father gave you one last inscrutable glance, dragging over your lips and throat, flicking down to your hips before walking off, the boys scrambling away except for the brown haired one, waiting as if expected to be told off. Niki didn’t help you with your luggage. Stuck his hands in his pockets as you hauled your suitcase out of the trunk, lugging it as he made his way back into the estate.

Your room was…Quite nice. Bigger than your entire kitchen on Danube street.

“Is… Are you and your brother’s rooms like this too-”

“Remy isn’t my brother.” Niki said flatly, popping the pink sweet out of his mouth. “Half brother. You’re not my brother either.”

You felt yourself flush out of embarrassment. Don’t talk to Niki, got it… Maybe, given the thorn pushed into your hand, maybe don’t talk to Remy either.

“Someone will come get you when we eat.” Niki stuck his lollypop back in between his teeth, shooting you a distasteful look before leaving the room.

You sighed as soon as the door shut, unzipped your suitcase. This was already going to be hellish and awful and lonely and-

Dropping your school supplies as you opened the bottom drawer of your bedside table, you stared at the “gifts” left for you.

Someone had left, or purposely placed a dildo in the bottom drawer, right on top of a magazine of “Country Side Hunks” the front page already showing two cowboys mid fuck. You quickly kicked the drawer shut, hearing the hefty dildo roll around inside as you did.

Fuck these people.

Three virginities remaining.

You quickly learned your place in the house. Keep quiet and out of the way. Remy had no time for you, barely glancing at you as he went about his day, spending most of it outside or studying. Niki was somehow more reclusive than you, popping into existence as if out of thin air sometimes. The only friendly face was-

“Hey, pretty boy.” Wren grinned over at you, approaching on one of the mares he was supposed to be breaking in.

“Hi.” You replied wearily, already having faced so much of his flirting at every turn.

Wren was older than Remy, Niki, and you, but much younger than every other farmhand that ran around the estate. No one seemed to know why he was here, but he was useful so they assumed that was why he was kept around.

“You looking even poutier today.” Wren tucked a cigarette between his fingers, patting his pockets for a lighter. “Which is cute, but usually means that you’re sad. Which you gotta knock off, I always get my hopes up and think it means you tryna signal me down to tease those pretty lips.”

“I miss my friends, Wren.” You ignored his flirting and tugging out grass from where you sat.

“They seemed like tits.”

You blinked up at him, his lean chest leaning against the neck of his mare, his cheek squished against her head as she snorted in confusion.

“I mean, y’know, the big boss ain’t gonna marry no one without looking into people, so, yeah, I got to play stalker with you a bit.”

Fury mounted in you again, already sick and tired of this stupid posh family’s antics, pretending to be better than you and trying to fuck with your life like this. You scrambled to your feet and stomped off, planning on rounding around the manor to the highway and hiking your way back if needed be.

“Hey, now, I can make it up to you! How about a drink, huh, baby boy?”

“Fuck off!” You snapped as you rounded a corner and smacked into a solid chest.

Remy blinked down at you, lips already curling.

“Wren, don’t you have to be at the stables?”

The boy in question grinned and turned his mare, clicking his tongue to speed her on. You tried to dart around Remy but he grabbed your elbow, dragging you close enough for his lips to press against your ear.

“You aren’t special. Wren’s like that with everyone. Mind yourself.” He hissed before shoving you off, stomping off, the back of his neck flushed red.

Sadly, you didn’t even make it off the property, your mother pulling into the driveway with her shiny new car, her and your stepfather climbing out. His eyes dragged over you, inscrutable as you awkwardly were pulled into a hug, your mother apparently overjoyed you were finally exploring your new home.

Dinner was a frigid affair. Niki, as per, wasn’t there. Remy stabbed at his food, glaring at you across the table and your mother nattered on to the air as your stepfather sipped his drink. There was a foot pressed against your ankle and it was distracting you, slowly rubbing at the exposed skin. Worst of all, you didn’t know who it was.

It was hard getting to sleep that night. It was hard most nights, too used to the noises of the town, cars passing by and people shouting back and forth, the hum of life. This was truly just… Where people spent a few weeks before returning to town. You can’t believe people willingly stayed out here.

Your throat itched too. You couldn’t blame that on the countryside, but damn, you will find a way. Tossing your covers to the side, you slid out of bed. Using your phone as a light, you slowly made your way down the hall, too busy trying to not make a noise that you didn’t realise the sounds that already were drifting down the hall.

Remy’s door was open enough for a slit of light to shine out into the hall, along with two sets of voices moaning and whispering to each other. Stomach twisting, your feet carried you closer despite really not wishing to see what was happening at all. You glanced into his room, freezing at the sight inside.

Rumpled covers barely hid the two bodies hungrily grinding against each other, sweating and naked. Wren above Remy, groaning into his neck as his cock rutted into him, gripping his hips so hard even you could see the bruises already forming. Remy, naked except his gloves and boots, gripped his lover’s hair tightly, panting as his own cock lay leaking on his stomach, drooling thickly. You watched for only a few seconds, stunned by what you were seeing, but Remy’s eyes opened as he lay his head back against the covers, spotting you.

You expected to be yelled at, called a pervert, but he grinned widely, snide and smug as he urged Wren deeper inside of him. You backed up, forgetting about your thirst as you fled back to your room, ears burning. Ignoring your interested cock, you buried yourself under the covers, wanting nothing but to have the bed swallow you whole.

Sadly, it didn’t. Ever sadder, Remy was the one to wake you up, grabbing your nose as you slept and smirking as you struggled to breath, bolting upright.

“Hello, creeper.” He smirked. “Father needs you to stay clear of the house this morning. Can’t have his important meetings ruined with the little pervert he took in.”

You couldn’t even respond. He smirked and got up from your bed, only looking back to shoot a nasty grin at you before shutting your door. You were so sick of this place already, from the first day hostilities, to the weird mind games, to the goddamn fact your clothes were disappearing. You had a feeling that Remy was feeding them to the cows or something, running low on everything, from underwear to jumpers.

Spending the morning outside, you mainly sat against one of the trees on the edge of the property, watching the farmhands work, a few of them even waving at you. Even when your watch showed that it was lunch, even when it ticked into the early evening, twilight settling, you stayed outside. You just.. Didn’t want to look at anyone in that place anymore. You were sure you had grass stains on the ass of your jeans, bark clinking to your jumper, but it was so much nicer than being ignored by Niki and harassed by Remy.

“Hey, pretty boy.” A familiar voice called out, Wren hurrying over with glee. “How long you been out here, I’d have ditched-”

“Don’t call me that.” You said flatly.

Wren paused and tilted his head, quizzical eyes fixed on you. He scuffed his shoe against some of the fallen leaves before stepping closer.

“Why so bratty today, babe?” He tried to maintain his easygoing grin but it was already faltering.

The longer you went without replying, quietly tearing up the yellowing leaves, the more Wren’s face fell before he quietly sat down next to you.

“I, uh… Should have guessed something was up. Remy doesn’t like me coming into the house usually and last night he was really-”

“Just shut up, Wren.”

He did, to his merit. Though, by his own pout, you didn’t spare his feelings one bit.

“Y’know, porn shows two cute step brothers fighting over a third in a more fun, sexy way. Last time I ever trust the hub.”

You snorted softly and Wren took that as a positive, scooting closer to you. He watched you shred some leaves before picking up his own, twirling it between his lean fingers.

“Look… How about a drink to make it up to you? ‘N no nicknames or flirting, I promise.”

You glanced at the house, the rooms slowly lighting up as evening set in, dinner probably being prepared. Glancing at your room, the curtain twitched sharply and swung back into place, as if someone was holding it back to peer out. Your stomach flipped. Maybe it was okay if your plate was also left alone, just like Niki’s.

“Okay.” You finally say and Wren grins, grabbing your forearm to haul you up.

Wren lived just at the edge of the property, in a pretty cottage he shared with a few others. Luckily, he dodged their invites to a game, just grabbing two glasses and a bottle of questionable substance. His room wasn’t fully decorated, some cardboard boxes still holding some stuff, with one of the walls being the only one with any posters or pictures.

“Charming.” You glanced around and Wren snickered, yanking a small round table out of the corner and pulling up to two chairs to it.

“I always only half unpack my shit when I move.I’m more used to living out of a suitcase, y’know?”

You could relate to a small degree and you sat down, gently knocking his knee with yours as you did.

The mistakes started when the drinks started flowing. Wren refused to let there be a gap in conversation, making sure your glass was never empty and you didn’t stop laughing or chatting away. You two pressed closer, your head swimming slightly. Ignoring your phone buzzing in your pocket, against your thigh, you leaned against his shoulder, still unused to the alcohol making the world a bit more bearable at the moment.

“You’re so cute.” Wren chuckled, pressing a kiss to your head. “Townies have no tolerance, I swear.”

“Fuck off.” You hiccuped, smiling against his shirt.

His fingers trailed over your back as he slowly breathed in the smell of your shampoo.

“Not kidding.” His voice dropped to a murmur. “You’re so fucking cute. Make me act all stupid n’ shit.”

“Wreeeen.” You complained, sitting up a bit. “No flirting, you promised.”

“I ain’t flirting.” Wren pulled you closer again, nosing against your temple. “I’m stating a fact. Got me acting up over some townie. God, I’m so jealous your friends got a taste of you first.”

“Huh?” You blinked at him turning your head so you two were practically nose to nose.

He racked his eyes over your face greedily, his fingers finally getting to the curve of your back, slipping under to stroke the bare skin.

“Your friends ain’t ever had you spread your legs for ‘em? Better friend than I would have been. I’d have fucked the shape of my cock into you so you wouldn’t want no one else.”

His heated words made you dizzier, blood rushing from your already drunken brain to your cock, slowly hardening.

“So, what have you done? Fucked? Been fucked? Sucked a few dicks?” Wren probed, leaning in so his lips barely brushed yours.

You could only slowly shake your head, feeling flushed from the lack of blood in your brain, and all of it making your cock ache between your thighs.

“Nothing?”

“I’m… A virgin.” You mumbled, stuttering off into a whine as Wren groaned and pushed his lips against yours, yanking you into his lap.

“Oh, you’re a fucking gift.”

Wren’s intent was clear, hungrily licking into your mouth as he yanked your belt off, his other hand shoving down your trousers and underwear at once. He took your cock in hand immediately, running his thumb over the head as his breathing grew heavier. He broke the kiss, swearing softly under his breath as he made a loose fist around your erection, giving it only a few, light tugs.

“Fuck. Hung as hell, aren’t you?”

You hadn’t even fucking thought of yourself like that, quickly hiding your face behind your hands in embarrassment. Wren snickered and tucked his knees in between yours, yanking your legs apart to properly display yourself. Your cock was already leaking, bobbing against your jumper, leaving dots of glinting precum on the fabric, glistening in the intimate lighting.

“If you’re so embarrassed about your pretty cock, I’ll just distract you, doll.” Wren whispered, leaning back in his chair to dig into a drawer before leaning back, hand pressed protectively against your stomach.

Tugging the cap off the lube with his teeth, he greedily poured it over his fingers before wrapping his arms back around you, oiled up fingers just stroking along your rim, not even nudging against it, just trailing his fingertips over you.

“Have you at least played with yourself, with the dildo I left for you?” Wren whispered, enjoying how you twitched in his embrace, your eyes fixed on his fingers.

“That… That was you?”

“Yeah, baby. Knew I wanted a piece of that ass when I first checked you out. Thought it was best you got the idea what you were gonna be doing with most of your time here right off the bat.”

You hiccuped as he applied a bit more pressure to your poor, teased hole.

“W-... What am I going to be doing?”

“Getting fucked, sweetheart.” Wren nipped your ear as he sunk a single finger into you, quietly delighted by the way you shook and bucked your hips. “Relax your body, don’t be so tense. I can’t get you addicted to cumming with just your ass if the rest of your body is as tight as your hole.”

“Wren…” You whined out as his finger reached deeper inside of you, hungrily curling as you twitched.

“Don’t.” He warned, teasing your earlobe between his teeth. “Don’t say my name like that, or I’ll just split you open on my cock right now. I ain’t the saint you’re looking for in this place.”

“At least,” He murmurs, in an afterthought. “I’m the only one upfront about wanting to fuck you.”

You didn’t catch his soft whispers as he finally added another finger, making you arch your back and moan even louder, legs shaking against his. He made another sharp hiss as you tried to take ahold of your leaking cock, needing some sort of gratification as he ruined your poor ass, stretching you out.

“You’re going to cum with your ass, or not at all.” Wren tutted, adding yet another finger and curling them cruelly, brushing your prostate and making you whimper, cock throbbing. “I want to fucking ruin you. I want to be the one who makes your fat cock useless. It’s too big for girls, ain’t it? Hurt them when you try to put it in. I don’t want you thinking with it anymore. Cum from your ass being fucked only. No need to even think about this drooling monster, eh?”

He lifted his hand off your stomach for a moment, just to squeeze your cockhead, greedily watching as precum dribbled out.

“Fat, useless thing.” He wiped off the liquid from his fingers onto your stomach before resuming his firm press against it, dropping a kiss to your neck. “Hurts cute pussies, you wouldn’t wanna ruin ‘em, do ya?”

“N-No.” You gasped, Wren finally fitting in the fourth finger, trying to push them all in to the knuckle inside of you.

“Too small for you anyway. No, you’re only going to want your ass played with from now on, yeah?” You couldn’t notice Wren’s tone getting possessive, dark. For the first time since that evening began, his thoughts strayed to his frequent bed companion, and for the first time ever, did he feel a rush of annoyance at the brunette. “Use your cock, and I’ll fucking punish you. Lock it up, ruin your ass, make you cry. I don’t wanna do that, baby boy, so you fucking listen to me, yeah?”

“Please, please, Wren.” You whimpered, spreading your legs further apart to let him curl his fingers deeper.

“Not until you promise.” He hissed, good humour gone as Remy’s betrayal made him angrier and angrier. Wren prides himself on being easy going, but his baby boy spurning him and looking so angry at him earlier? Fuck that. “Any cockwhores drool over you, beg for you to fuck them, you tell them no. Tell them you were trained proper, with an ass that can cum from fat cocks ruining it. Got it?”

“Yes! Yes, please, Wren, fuck me!” You finally burst out, mindless babbling getting louder, but you didn’t care.

He sighed happily before gripping your neck and pressing a strangely gentle kiss to your lips, tongue slowly pressing against yours with reverence. Too soon, he was pulling away, making you lift your hips a bit so he could free his own leaking cock, springing free and papping wetly against your ass.

Grabbing for the lube, he quickly squirted some into his palm, oiling up his cock thickly before tossing it to the side, gripping your hips firmly.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby, just how you need it.” He promised, turning your head once more for one final kiss before pressing his cockhead against your swollen rim, puffy from all the teasing.

“Please.” You could only plead, breathless and lust clouding your brain. “Please, Wren.”

That’s all he ever needed from you. Gripping your hips tighter, already etching bruises into the skin with his strength, he slowly pushed them down, his cockhead snagging on your prepared hole before slowly slipping inside.

“Oh god… Oh… Oh fuck…” You whispered, never feeling so full in your life before.

“No god here, baby, use my name.” Wren shakily chuckled, never ceasing to push your hips down to take more of him.

You both groaned as he finally bottomed out, swollen balls throbbing against your skin, his cock leaking precum inside you already. He was too impatient to let you adjust, immediately beginning to bounce you on his cock. You were helpless to his ministrations, only being able to hang onto his side as he ruined you. Your voice got louder and louder, moaning breathlessly, but Wren was no better, swearing as he practically moved your body for you, bouncing your ass against his cock but also gripping your hips to move you back down as well.

“God, fucking… Dammit. How will I ever fucking get anything done ever again? I’m going to leash you to my boots, have you ready to take my cock whenever I need it.”

You couldn’t even form sentences, tears beading your lashes as your virgin hole was ruined, stretched out. You could only babble helplessly, cock already spurting out precum with every brush of his cockhead against your prostate. Wren gave a breathless laugh when he noticed your cries of pleasure, pressing the flat of his tongue against your cheek to catch the salty liquid.

“Fuck me, you’re tasty in every single way. Cum from only my cock and I’ll eat the cum out of your ass later, wouldn’t you like that, baby boy?”

“Uh huh.” You weakly agreed, gripping his fingers as he used you for his own pleasure.

It was embarrassing, but you could feel yourself beginning to cum. Your virgin hole had never been violated this way, your cock, your fat, useless cock, already reaching its end as Wren whispered profanities into your ear, about having you in his bed every night, telling your mom he’s your little boyfriend while cum drips down your thighs. Introducing him to your stupid friends, knowing he’s stolen what they wanted all along, maybe fucking you in front of them.

He was mesmerised as you finally came all over your exposed stomach, jumper having been pushed up to your nipples from Wren’s pawing. The thick, white liquid dripped down your sides, spattering on his floor but he didn’t care, in fact, he felt his balls tighten all too soon. Nothing like a virgin having their first orgasm that makes a seasoned whore cum too quickly themselves.

He slammed your hips down, making sure to cum inside you as deep as possible, his own chest exhaling shakily against your back.

“What a good boy.” Wren murmured, drunk off your body, his orgasm blinding his own thoughts momentarily. “My good boy.”

You weakly nodded, legs giving out and leaning all of your weight on him, safe in his muscular arms.

“We’re not done yet, I gotta warn you.”

You just chuckled weakly, lightly smacking him with your hand and Wren just kissed your neck, pulling you closer.

Outside, Niki was sprinting for the house.

His camera pressed to his chest protectively, struggling to run with his throbbing hard on but still managing to remain unnoticed by the farmhands clocking out. His cheeks were blushing, to such an extent he looked feverish. As he quickly climbed the steps to the main house, excitement built in his stomach, for when he returned to his red room, to develop his treasures.

But sadly, Niki himself rounded a corner and smacked into a solid chest. He had less balance than you did and fell on his ass, his camera clattering next to him.

“Fucking watch where you’re going, stalker.” Remy snapped at him, sneering down at his downed brother.

“Sorry.” Niki said carelessly, lunging for his camera only to have a boot slam down on his hand.

“What have you been doing now?” Remy smirked, leaning down to pick up the camera and turn it on.

“Nothing! Don’t touch my stuff, or I’ll tell dad-”

“Father would be more interested in your sick little red room, and your weird thing for his new whore’s brat.” Remy swung his leg and kicked his stomach, letting Niki splutter and curl in on himself.

Remy smirked at his pathetic younger brother before letting his eyes flick to the small previews on the camera screen. As per, lots of simple shots of you sitting alone, or looking gloomy. He rolled his eyes, flicking through each one before reaching the videos, pressing play as he hoped to find something embarrassing.

“Don’t-” Niki warned but it was too late.

Filmed from Wren’s window, the same one the farm boy would lean out of and murmur for Remy to climb in just a few nights ago, showed him playing with your ass, kissing you. His hands shook as he turned up the volume, your whines and Wren’s filthy, disgusting, perverted, loving words filled the echoing hallway.

His eyes drifted down, fixed on the way Wren handled your cock, struggling to close his entire fist around you. The precum dribbling. The way you thrust your hips uselessly.

Remy dropped the camera to the floor and smashed his boot down on top of it, not caring how Niki protested, kicking at him to get his foot off of his prized possession.

No, he didn’t care. He turned on his heel and walked off, gloved fingers curling tight enough for the leather to hurt, as Niki hopelessly sorted through the ruined remains of his camera, plucking the memory card up and holding it against his chest like a lifeline.

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sociieties · 9 months

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@barrenstars: her new friend was very nice, too nice, ray says. the kind of nice that makes ray beg to front just to kick them in the balls. but he was a businessman, apparently, and luvia was an actress! they've spoken plenty about him helping her out with her acting career, helping her get a better agent, attend some more acting classes - he even offered to attend some parties with her to introduce her to some people who could help! he was so nice, too nice that luvia didn't see how dangerous he was when he took her hand in his own and pressed his lips to her knuckles. ray, on the other hand, felt like it was a situation worth killing him over. today, however, she hadn't spoken to her friend, she hadn't gotten the chance to. they were in the same room, but for some reason, levy seemed to keep his distance, offering her subtle smiles and winks from across the room. she wondered why that was, and didn't piece together it was because wolverine was with her, seemingly keeping her close and cosy by his side. dual-coloured eyebrows furrow and she follows the feral boy's wild, amber hues across the room until she's looking over at her new friend; the sinner levy. seconds away from speaking, luvia is abruptly cut off when the brunet backs her against the cafeteria wall, rendering her speechless as one arm raises to, almost lazily, lean against the wall. he's close, so close their noses can brush together if luvia shifts her feet a little, their lips are so close that she could lean up ever so slightly and kiss him. but she can't move. her mind is blank ( for the first time in a while, even ray isn't speaking, ) and she can feel a heat rise up from her chest, capturing her cheeks and dusting them a faint red. ❝ ... wolverine? ❞ luvia asks quietly, a little dreamily. she's read one too many comics and books to know how scenes like this usually play out. hopefully, it would be the same for her as well.

he's seen the way that guy treats her -- how he treats anyone he can, but wolverine only cares about one of them -- that asshole / he's nothing wolverine would pay any mind too. that new sinner, as far as he can sniff out, is exactly like those guys wolverine used to be pitted against when something went wrong with whomever his ' handler ' was for the month. nothing special, just some sleezy, money-hungry asshole, sitting and waiting on some corner for whatever new piece of fresh meat was ready to fall into his trap. while usually he wouldn't care, levy's next victim seems to be luvia and wolverine does not, under any circumstances, plan to sit back and just let that happen. not luvia. she's been through too much -- and even if she hadn't, she's his.

luvia is his; everyone knows this. everyone save for the sinner that's been sniffing around luvia. this is why he's been hanging around her more so than he'd usually would, fully intending on making sure levy got the hint and buzzed off before wolverine had to get violent about it.

in the current, he's eyeing the man from across the room, watching as the other man makes eyes at luvia from the other side of the room and it's only when he hears levy's breathing pattern change does he move. ( he's been silently hunting the other all day / levy intends on trying to come over for something and wolverine nips it in the bud before anyone knows anything. ) with relative ease, the hunter traps luvia, pinning her to the wall, focused, golden eyes staring deep into her own heterochromatic ones. lips pull as she speaks, somewhat baring teeth as he makes the first sound he's made all day -- a low snarl as his nose bumps into hers. ( despite what it seems, it's not necessarily made in response to his name, but a warning to everyone else around them, namely one by the name of levy. )

lowly, " stay away from him. " he breathes the words out clearly, as if they're the only ones he knows before dominant hand falling to place itself on her waist. here, he's taking his chances with ray, but getting electrocuted by her sounds infinitely times better than having luvia try speaking to levy again. nothing happens within the second and he leans in, jaw working as his lips brush against hers / a half second passes and he tilts his head, eyes closing as he presses a short but proper kiss on her lips. afterwards, he pulls away, head turning to look back towards levy, who's still there, watching the both of them, and he narrows the eyes at the guady man. " stay away from luvia, " he warns, fingers slowly curling around the fabric of luvia's dress, " or i'll kill you. she's mine. "

#there is more to life; ! answered #wolverine // ic #barrenstars #barrenstars: luvia ray

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…how do they spend the day with kitty? Please? With cherries on top?

Midge can hear Lenny's angry scolding from the other room, and so wanders further away into the kitchen.

"You must be hungry," she tells Kitty, setting the little girl down in a chair and pulling open the refrigerator.

"I'm a little hungry," Kitty tells her sheepishly. "The train was long and I only had a little money for snacks."

"Well, how about some french toast?" Midge asks. "Your dad has bread, milk, butter and eggs, and I bet if I look hard enough there's a frying pan around here somewhere."

Kitty hops up, helping her look, and soon, Midge is teaching the little girl how to soak the bread in the milk/egg mix, and they sizzle them in the butter on the stove.

"Are you Daddy's girlfriend?" Kitty asks, looking up at Midge curiously. "He never lets me meet his girlfriends."

"Well...we're...friends," Midge says carefully.

"Oh," Kitty says.

"What smells good?" Lenny asks, leaning into the room.

"Daddy, Midge taught me french toast!" Kitty announces, dashing over to him, hugging his leg.

He grins and strokes her hair. "That's great, Kit. We'll get you fed, and then you can get some sleep."

"But-"

"Did you sleep on the train?" he asks.

She shrugs. "I don't know."

He nods. "Okay. A little nap. That's all."

"Can Midge stay?" Kitty asks. "Please please?"

Midge grins and pulls the last piece of French toast from the frying pan. "I need to go home for a little while, but then maybe you and your daddy can come over tonight for Hanukkah dinner."

"Shit, that's right, it's still Hanukkah," Lenny mutters as he watches Midge cut up a piece of French toast and set it in front of Kitty with a fork. "Midge, can I...?" he gestures towards the hall.

She tilts her head, but follows him, crossing her arms over her chest. "What's up?"

"My ex is an asshole," Lenny explains. "Put the kid on a train at two in the fucking morning - alone, I might add - and sent her here because she wanted to party."

"Ouch," Midge comments.

"And I'm not unhappy to see her," Lenny goes on. "I love her to death, but I am not prepared for a five-year-old."

"How can I help?" Midge asks with a shrug.

"It's a big ask, feel free to say no."

She lifts an eyebrow.

"I just need a little time," he presses on. "Get some of her favorite foods in the house, grab a couple of Hanukkah gifts...I sent hers to California so she'd get them at my mother's when she got back, and they'd never make it here in time and my mother would tell me to fuck myself if I asked her to mail them back anyways, and-"

Midge grins. "Joel has Ethan and Esther. I don't have much to do today, other than a meeting with Susie. I can watch her while you panic shop."

He sighs and rubs his face. "I know this is a lot. I know we just...sort of got back on track from Carnegie Hall and-"

"Lenny, it's really okay," she tells him, resting her hands on his shoulders. "I can handle one five-year-old for a day, and then you guys can come over for Hanukkah dinner with my family tonight."

He takes a breath and nods. "You're sure that's okay?"

"I'm hosting tonight," Midge informs him. "We don't even have to go to Queens."

"Ugh. Queens."

She laughs and leans up, kissing him softly.

"You are a lifesaver," he mutters against her lips.

"Yes, I am," Midge confirms. "But also, your daughter asked me if I was your girlfriend, so you better brace yourself for a five-year-old who is very invested in your love life."

He leans his head back, thumping it against the wall. "Well. We've now gone to bed together twice. And I've met your parents-"

"When?" Midge asks, confused.

"And you've met my kid," he goes on without responding. "So. We may as well just tell everyone we're dating."

"Are we?" Midge asks, lifting an eyebrow.

"I'm in if you are," Lenny smirks down at her.

She laughs softly and tugs him into another kiss.

"Daddy?" Kitty asks from the kitchen. "Can I...is there juice?"

He sighs softly. "Sorry, Kit. no juice yet, I gotta make a grocery run." he pulls away from Midge and heads back into the kitchen. "But we got milk, and since it's the holidays, I can put a little chocolate syrup in it."

"Woo!"

Midge smiles and watches from the doorway, before following him in and rummaging around to get the coffee started.

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ohoho jojo asks numberssss 34, 35, and/or 38?

34. A character you wish you got to see more of?

all my faves, obviously: wish we got more time to get to know Narancia, Fugo and Abbacchio, and while Kakyoin and Avdol got many episodes of existing they got like NO development basically, so them too. Also Smokey and Suzi-Q!! They were sos fun and cute

35. A character you relate to?

ugh this question is so hard for me bc I'm like "I cant relate to a character if we're not actually alike"

I guessssss Josuke a little? I too am a pompous, vain, money-hungry punk who would like to keep deaths to a minimum in general. And Joseph because I too am a manipulative asshole who's really funny sometimes.

38. Characters you wish could have interacted with each other?

IVE THOUGHT THIS

Fugo and Josuke. They both have anger issues and could probably learn a little bit from one another, and I wonder if Josuke could possibly counter Purple Haze (doubt it). Fugo deserves someone as kind as Josuke :(

Joseph (BT verse) and Narancia. Joseph would have a fuckin hoot pulling Narancia's chain and he could teach them how to fly a plane! I feel like they might actually get along, eventually.

Foo Fighters and Mikitaka! Non-humans (or at least very very strange people) unite!

Gyro and Caesar because hehe Zeppeli family drama

And generally I think these Jojos would get along and/or be fun to watch together:

Johnathan and Josuke

Jolyne and Joseph (BT verse)

Jotaro and Giorno (depends whether or not the Bloodline is a known thing...)

And the Cousins Josuke Jolyne and Giorno. Johnny is an unwilling honorary member

#Joejoeba not art #Hi yoli hi #Waves at u like a kindergarten

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When We Were Young {2}

The DILF series, part 3.

Ship: Hunt x Bryce

Summary: After a series of tragic events, Bryce is forced to raise her daughter alone until her ex and father of her child, Hunt, gets discharged from the military. When he comes back to town, Bryce finds that the past cannot simply be forgotten.

Warnings: Mature content throughout. Language, sex, drinking, etc.

Written with @theladyofdeath

Now.

Bryce was exhausted but it’s not like that was anything out of the ordinary. She had been working long hours at the gallery. Her boss was adamant that she wanted local artists represented and finding local artists with a lick of talent proved to be more difficult than she thought.

Good thing she had her brother.

When Bryce got home, Ruhn was sitting on the balcony, smoking a cigarette with his hair braided down his back.

With a chuckle, she pushed open the sliding glass door and said, “Looks like her braiding skills are improving.”

Ruhn looked over his shoulder and nodded. “Only ripped half my hair out this time. She tried to stay up until you got home but she crashed on the couch. I just carried her to bed.”

After the birth of her daughter eight years before, Bryce had no one. Her mom would’ve helped, of course, but if she moved in with Ember she would have only tried to control every aspect of her granddaughter’s life. She couldn’t help it. Ember was controlling by nature, and she meant well, but Bryce hadn’t wanted that.

Instead, she’d moved in with Ruhn and they had lived together ever since. He was the world's best uncle, and that was something she tried to remind him of often. She had no idea what she would do without him.

“Thanks,” she said, and plopped down in the chair next to him. “I promise work will calm down soon.”

Ruhn shrugged, blowing a puff of smoke into the cool night air. “Hey, you’re making good money. Can’t say no to that.”

He was right. Though Ruhn had a job making good money heading up the Auxiliary units in town, the bulk of his money came from the trust fund attached to his father’s bank account.

Their father’s bank account.

Ember, and by extension, Bryce had been steadfast in their word that Bryce would grow up as normal as possible. As a child, she had little to no contact with the man who’d sired her and had only met Ruhn when he was old enough to search her out on his own.

Ruhn was gloriously well adjusted for the upbringing he had, and even though he detested it, he’d spend his father’s money however he wished. It was a bonus if the way he chose to spend his money pissed the asshole off. It was for that reason that he paid all of the rent for the apartment off the Old Square on Central Avenue they shared.

“I made pasta,” Ruhn went on, yawning. “It’s in the fridge if you want some.”

“I’m so tired I’m not even hungry,” Bryce confessed.

“No worries, Nox helped make the sauce,” Ruhn said, and Bryce caught the softest of smiles from her brother. “It’s very…salty. So much salt.”

Bryce laughed. “But you ate it anyway, didn’t you?”

Ruhn nodded as he took a long drag from his cigarette. “Yes. Yes I did.”

She stood and patted his shoulder as she started back into the apartment. “Uncle of the Year. Drink some water.”

He reached down to where a brown bottle was sitting by the leg of his chair and held it up before putting it to his lips. It clinked quietly against his lip ring. “There’s water in beer.”

She shook her head, sliding the door shut behind her. Her first order of business was taking her heels off, which she did as she stalked for her bedroom, and her bra, which was gone as soon as her door clicked shut. She pulled on a tank top and a baggy hoodie before her sleep shorts and then she was sitting down on her bed, wanting nothing more than to lay back on the comfortable surface. She didn’t let herself, because she knew the moment she did, she’d be asleep, and there was too much she needed to do before bed.

Bryce left her phone on her bed and headed back into the kitchen, heating up some of the leftover pasta. She decided to pass on the super sodium sauce, but would be sure to tell Lennox she was proud of her nonetheless. Bryce was a tragedy in the kitchen, it was no surprise that her daughter was, too. Any and every effort had to be praised for even trying.

After her noodles, Bryce grabbed Lennox’s backpack and walked into the living room right as Ruhn was coming inside.

“You have patrol tonight?” She asked, sitting on the couch and pulling the folder out her teacher sent notes to parents in.

He fell on the couch next to her and yawned. “Nope. No night patrols until next weekend.”

Bryce hummed in response, but she was distracted by the note Lennox’s teacher had sent home with her. “Did you check her backpack after school today?”

He looked over at her, game controller in hand. “No, I thought you’d be home before she passed out.” That was concern lacing his tone. “Why, what’s up?”

Holding out the note, Bryce read, “After multiple requests to cease her doodling in the margin of worksheets and homework, Lennox Quinlan will receive silent lunch for the remainder of the week.”

“That’s fucked up,” he murmured, taking the piece of paper and reading it in its entirety. “They’re making her sit by herself during lunch because she drew some pictures on the edges of her homework?”

“I hate that fucking school,” Bryce seethed.

If Bryce hadn’t wanted Ember too involved in Lennox’s life, she wanted Einar Danaan in it even less. Lennox loved and adored her Mimi and Pop, as she lovingly referred to her mother and Randall, but she’d only met Bryce’s father a handful of times. They all preferred it be kept that way, save for the man himself, but Ruhn wouldn’t budge. So long as he was in Lennox's life, Einar wouldn’t be.

But just before Lennox had turned five, when Bryce had been deciding what schools to send her to, he’d given her a proposition. He would pay for her to attend Lunathion Prep, for her entire academic career, if Bryce would allow him to claim Lennox as a member of the Danaan bloodline.

Although she hated the man, Bryce couldn’t deny that the school would help set Lennox up for whatever she may face in her future. She’d relented, and Lennox had been enrolled in their kindergarten program the following Autumn. Now, in 3rd grade, she loved her friends and teachers and school.

Even if Bryce despised it. They looked down on her for being a single mother, even though It was none of their concern.

“She’d do just as well at Crescent City Elementar,” Ruhn said, shaking his head. “She’d do great anywhere.”

Bryce agreed but frowned nonetheless. “I just don’t understand-.”

A knock came to the door and Bryce’s words faded. She looked at Ruhn, brow raised. “Booty call?”

“None that I’m aware of,” Ruhn replied, setting down his beer and walking to the door anyway.

She let him. Bryce was too tired to deal with whatever salesperson had clearly landed on their doorstep.

Bryce continued to go through Lennox’s folder, appreciating every worksheet and work of art she passed as Ruhn opened the door.

There was silence.

Then, Ruhn said, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

That alone made her pause. Her brother rarely used that tone.

She put Lennox’s folder down and took a step toward the foyer when she heard, “Where’s Bryce?”

That voice.

She knew that voice better than her own, even though it had been a while since she had heard it in person. It had her feet stopping in place.

“I assume she didn’t know you were stopping by,” Ruhn shot back. “Or that you were in town.”

“How do you know?” He replied, and she could hear that cocky attitude of his.

“She would’ve told me.”

This was ridiculous. Bryce should go interrupt but she just couldn’t force herself to.

“Are you going to invite me in or do I have to be an ass and let myself in?”

“This is my house,” Ruhn growled. “You’ll come in when I say you can come in.”

That voice she knew so well turned a shade darker. “If my daughter’s inside, I can do what I damn well please.”

The hint of possessiveness in his tone had Bryce coming back to life and before she could stop herself, she’d ripped the door out of Ruhn’s hand and thrown it open.

She didn’t let him see the stumble, not in her words or her body, as she took in the man before her. The Hunt who had left nine years ago, her Hunt, had been no more than a teenager. Bryce hardly recognized the mountain of a man standing in front of her, his muscles corded with strength, even the way he stood emanated power. His hair was longer, not nearly as long as it’d been, but those eyes…

Those dark eyes were they same ones she’d stared into after she’d kissed him goodbye.

She steeled herself against the emotions that slammed into her after all these years. “It’s almost ten o’clock at night,” she said, the first words she’d spoken to him in person in so long. “She’s eight. She’s asleep.”

Ruhn didn’t move. He took a step closer to Bryce and she found herself in between the two men, both pissed, towering over her.

Hunt's eyes slowly shifted from Bryce to Ruhn, then back to Bryce again. He was looking at her as if she was a puzzle he was trying to figure out. He swallowed hard, and Bryce knew that was a sign of his nerves.

The only sign they would see.

“I would’ve come earlier but I just got in,” he said, every word clipped.

He tossed another quick glance at Ruhn.

Bryce sighed and whispered, “I’m fine. Go relax.”

Ruhn waited a moment before granting her wish. He went into the living room and plopped down on the couch before Bryce dared to say anything else.

She said, “I didn’t know you were coming at all.”

“Neither did I,” he confessed, and crossed his arms. “Can I come in?”

“Lennox is asleep,” Bryce replied.

“We can’t talk?” He asked.

Bryce closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but she nodded. “We can talk. I just got home from work, so just… Give me a minute.”

He nodded and she stepped aside, letting him in. He surveyed the apartment as she shut the door behind him. It was nice, really nice, if he was being honest. But that was to be expected. Bryce had always liked nice things.

“Do you want something to drink?”

He turned to look at her, but she was already moving towards the kitchen. “No, I’m okay.”

She came back with a glass of whiskey and he raised his eyebrows. If she noticed his look, she didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, she turned to Ruhn and said, “We’ll be outside. If she wakes up—.”

“You’ll be right outside, I’ll come get you,” he finished for her, waving her off. He gave Hunt one last scathing look before they stepped out onto the chilly balcony.

Bryce was still only wearing her sleep shorts.

With the way Hunt was looking at her legs, it seemed she wasn’t the only one who’d noticed.

“Still living with Danaan?” Hunt asked, nodding towards the door.

Bryce sat in one of the patio chairs. “Yes.”

He waited a moment to see if she would say more but she didn’t.

“You look good,” he said, at last.

Bryce snorted and shook her head. “Why are you here, Hunt?”

He merely looked confused. “To see my daughter.”

“No,” she began, closing her eyes. “I mean, why are you here? In town? Why aren’t you still…wherever the Hel it is you were?”

Hunt nodded as he slowly sat down in the seat beside her. “I’m moving back.”

Bryce stilled. “How is that possible? You still have a year left in your ten year-.”

“I’ve been discharged,” he said, quietly.

Bryce looked at him. He didn’t meet her gaze.

“Why?” She asked.

He didn’t answer right away and for a moment she didn’t think that he would. When he did he spoke quietly. “I was caught in an…accident. Spent some time in the hospital, then some time in physical therapy. I’m in no shape to go back on the field, though, so they released me from my contract early because of it.”

She wouldn’t press him on what had happened, not tonight. She could see it now, the more that she looked at him. How tired he was. How drained he was in not only body, but spirit.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Bryce murmured, just as softly as he had. “I—I had no idea.”

A huff of breath that resembled a laugh. “No, how could you? It’d been years since you contacted me at that point. How could you have known where I was stationed?”

Bryce closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Let’s not fight tonight, Hunt, okay? It’s been…a long time since we’ve seen each other and that’s not how this should go.”

His jaw was set, those dark eyes blazing, ready for a fight, but he nodded. “Fine. You’re right.”

“You sound like you don’t mean that,” she said.

“For someone not wanting a fight, that’s not-.”

“You’re right,” she sighed, sipping from her glass. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

Hunt's set jaw remained but he was looking out at the horizon. “Look, all I know is that when I landed, all I wanted to do was come see Nox.”

It had been years.

He had held her once after she was born but he hadn’t been home after that. His job was an important one, but a busy one. His life as a father had consisted of phone calls and FaceTime.

“I want to be a part of her life,” Hunt said, still not looking in her direction. “I need to be a part of her life.”

“You have no idea what being a parent means.” Bryce’s voice held no hostility, just simple honesty.

“I know,” he admitted, looking down at his hands. “I’m aware. Doesn’t mean I can’t learn, though. I…admire Ruhn for being here. It’s not his job, though. It’s mine.”

Bryce sipped from her glass again, but she nodded. “Let me tell her you’re here. Explain that you’re home, that you’re here for good.” She paused and asked, a bit quieter than before, “You are here to stay, right? In Lunathion?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes. I want to live the life here I’ve missed out on.”

Bryce didn’t have the nerve to ask whether that just included Lennox or if it included her as well.

She asked, instead, “Where are you staying?”

“Baxian is out of the country,” Hunt replied, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “I’ll be staying at his place until I find somewhere of my own.”

The sound of Baxian’s name after so long was jarring and Bryce was barely able to hide her recoil at it. “How is he?”

Hunt shrugged. “He’s okay, I guess. We check in a couple times a week.”

Bryce nodded.

They sat in silence for a moment but it wasn’t awkward at all. There was no room for awkwardness, not when both of their minds were wandering.

“Will you call me?” Hunt asked. “After you tell her.”

Bryce watched him for a moment before nodding. “Sure.”

“Alright. Thanks.” He stood so abruptly that it made Bryce jump. He didn’t walk away though. He simply turned to face her. “I hope you’re doing okay.”

“I am,” she said, looking up at him. “Better than okay, actually. I have a good job. Lennox goes to a great school. She’s incredibly bright, very talented. She’s amazing, Hunt.”

Hunt nodded slowly. “And you?”

Bryce blinked. “What do you mean and you?”

“All you told me about yourself is that you have a good job,” Hunt said. “Not a thing about whether you're happy or not.”

“I’m happy when Nox is happy,” Bryce replied and she tried to keep the bite out of her voice but failed. “I spend all my time making sure she’s happy, so that’s where I find my joy, Hunt.”

He ignored the change in her tone, holding her to his promise not to fight. He reached for the handle of the sliding door. “My number is still the same. You know where to find me.”

He was about to push it open when she stood and turned to face him. It made him pause and he glanced over his shoulder at her. “I’m glad you’re okay, Hunt, for what it’s worth. And Nox will be excited to see you. I—.” Bryce hesitated but sighed and stepped around the chair to stand in front of him. “It’s—it’s good to see you, Hunt. Safe and in one piece.”

Because she would never admit it, but every time she saw footage of the war still raging in Pangera, Bryce got sick to her stomach, knowing her daughter’s father very well could have been lost in the fighting she saw. Her nightmares were full of folded flags and distant memories, coming back to haunt her.

His words were rough. “Thank you.”

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow, after school,” she promised, when he still hadn’t turned around. “I’ll let Jesiba know—.”

“You’re still working for Jesiba?” He asked, interrupting.

She stood up a little straighter. “Yes. What’s wrong with that?”

Hunt just shook his head and said, “You could be so much more.”

He didn’t give her a chance to reply before he slid open the door and gave Ruhn a nod in farewell, and was out the front door.

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