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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 6 months

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hello, Dillo! Could I possibly get some headcannons or scenario (whatever you feel like writing) of a very bubbly, sweet, and awkward s/o that just- refuses to acknowledge they like Dally because they believe he'd never in a million years like them back? Like I'm imagining one day they're chilling with Pony and Johnny and they're not being as funny or playful like usual and the boys ask why and they just whisper "I wish I was Dally's type". So could I possibly just have something with Dally's reaction to it all?

if it's too specific or if you just don't feel like it, don't worry! <3

Not Into You

A/N: Hey, hey! This has been a long time coming, and I think it turned out sort of wonky and weird, but I'm kinda happy with it so I hope you are too! Please enjoy!

“They said what?”

Johnny just shrugs and looks over at Ponyboy, shoving a few more fries in his mouth. The plate in front of him is almost empty already, the small pile of ketchup he’d squirted out almost gone too. Ponyboy shrugs too and takes another sip of his coke. They’re both acting way too calm for what they’ve told Dallas.

“I’m serious,” Dally repeats. “They said that? You’re not kiddin’?”

“Why would we lie about that?” Pony runs his finger around the rim of his glass, pushing the straw around as he goes. “Y/N told us they thought you could never like ‘em back because the two of you are so different.”

Dally chews thoughtfully on his own straw and leans a little farther into the corner of the diner booth. Johnny and Ponyboy look unfazed on the other side of the table, the latter doing his best to steal fries off Johnny’s plate without being caught. It doesn’t work and Johnny sends him a small glare. Ponyboy backs off and takes another drink of his soda.

“You’re bein’ serious, right?” Dallas asks again. “Cause if you’re not, I swear, I’ll kill the both of yous.”

Ponyboy rolls his eyes and Dally has half a mind to reach across the table and smack him upside the head. “We told ya we weren’t, alright? They told us yesterday when we were hangin’ out.”

Sighing, Dally stays in his seat and thinks over what to do next. Stark blue eyes trace the lines of the table and the logo on the side of his drink as he weighs his options and works on making up his mind. When he finally does, he stands up with a smug smirk.

“Where are you headin’, Dal?” Johnny asks. He swats at Ponyboy’s hand without looking away from Dallas when Pony’s fingers stray too close to his fries.

“To find Y/N,” he says simply. “I gotta tell ‘em they were wrong.”

He finds them in the lot, kicking around a can that has definitely seen better days. They look smaller than usual. Shoulders drawn in, head down as they mutter softly to themselves. Dally starts to jog a little to cross the street and that’s when they look up. Their eyes find his and they seem to shrink a little more.

“H-hey, Dallas,” they stutter. One corner of their mouth quirks up in a smile that’s all too forced. “What have you been-,”

They’re cut off as the New Yorker reaches out for them, one hand landing on their hip, the other cupping the side of their face as he brings them close together, his lips landing on theirs. Y/N makes a surprised noise into the kiss but doesn’t pull away, so Dally counts that as a win and doesn’t let go. He’s pleasantly surprised himself when he feels their hands rise to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair and keeping him in place.

When they finally break up, they’re both smiling and breathing heavily.

Y/N looks a little lost, eyes wide and confused as they stare at Dallas, so he figures he ought to try and fix that. He leans in again and they meet him halfway and then they’re kissing again in the wide-open lot.

“You gonna explain somethin’ to me now?” Dally asks after pulling back. His thumb smooths over their cheek and Y/N leans into the touch faster than Dally thought they would. “Why in the world did you think I wasn’t gonna like you? And why did you tell Johnny and Ponyboy instead of talkin’ to me?”

Blushing, Y/N looks down at the ground but Dally gently nudges their face back up with a finger under their chin. He raises an eyebrow expectantly and the action gets a small laugh out of them.

“I just thought,” they started quietly, “that you wouldn't like me. We’re so different, y’know? I’m not really the kind of person you usually go out with. I figured you wouldn’t be into me.”

Dally rolls his eyes and pulls them into a hug, tucking their head into his shoulder. He rocks gently and squeezes them tight before dropping a kiss on their hair.

“You ever think about how none of the people I go out with ever stick around? You ever think that maybe since we’re so different we’d do well together?”

“I guess not.”

“We’ll maybe you should’ve, ya idiot,” Dallas chides without any anger or annoyance in his tone. “Maybe then I could’ve taken you out earlier.”

Y/N looks up at him, wide-eyed and shocked. “You wanna take me out? You’re serious?”

“You don’t wanna go out?”

“No! No, I do, it’s just that- you’re serious, you’re not jokin’?”

Rolling his eyes again, Dally leans in to kiss them again, pausing to talk before he connects his lips with theirs. “I’m gonna take you out. Promise. But right now, I’m just gonna kiss you.”

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders x reader #dillo’s writing #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader

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murdrdocs · 6 months

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hi love, could i please request a mike fic where he comforts his s/o after a failed exam? just happened to me w my pharmacology exam and im super stressed/sad about it :((

i love your fics & looking for some comfort as i sob into my pillow tbh :,)

-🪐

yes ofc ! im not much comfort when it comes to school and stuff (im a school hter) so hopefully a little ficlet will help :)

mike waits by the phone for your call.

he taps his short and dirty nails against the glass table, picking at his cuticles and hang nails to give him something to do with his hands. he itches to pick up the phone and dial your number, but he wants to give you space and time. patience. he's been practicing it lately.

in the meantime, he ogles at his rough hands, a reminder of how busy you'd been lately. your usual nail day with abby, and recently mike as well, had gone by untouched. leaving abby with chipped polish, and mike with undesirable hands, even though he never minded his nail care before you became a regular fixture in his life.

but he'd been patient, watching –– and sometimes just knowing, having not seen you for a while –– you study. watching you work yourself tirelessly over textbooks and scribbled notes. feeding you bites of food while he went through flashcards with you. waking up cold in the mornings when you left earlier than anticipated to get an early start on studying.

and today is the day. well, today was the day. but hours have passed and your exam surely was completed by now and mike hasn't heard from you. it's a sure sign of how it went, but he refuses to come to a conclusion until he hears your voice.

it's not a moment later until he gets his wish.

the phone rings and the second ring is interrupted by mike pulling the receiver up to his ear. "hello?"

it takes you a second to speak, but once you do, mike's face falls. "hey." your greeting is simple, but he hears the misery in the rasp of your voice.

"oh, baby." he doesn't say anything else, and neither do you. instead, mike reads the clock, 6:26 PM, and he looks into the living room to see abby staring at the TV.

"can we come over?"

it's just a little over an hour later and mike is knocking on your front door with abby behind him. he holds two mcdonalds bags, both soaked with grease on the bottom, in his freehand, and behind him, abby has the drink container.

"don't drop it," mike reminds her, sparing a glance over his shoulder as he waits for you to open the door.

"i won't." she grumbles through a determined frown, but her face brightens as the door swings open. abby squeals your name, and mike turns around, a small smile on his face because he'd missed you, too.

there you are in front of him, face a little puffy and eyes a little red, but you smile down at his little sister anyway.

"abby! it's so good to see you." abby thrusts the drinks out towards you, mentioning the mcflurry that sits in the fourth spot with a wide grin. you gasp, "for me?" and abby nods.

abby walks into your house like it's hers, and you don't protest, instead hovering at the door faced with mike. he doesn't mention the exam, he doesn't mention your appearance. instead he pulls you into his chest with one hand, holding the fast food bags out to the side with the other, and presses a kiss into the side of your head.

"it's good to see you," he tells you, voice nothing but earnest.

you hum and mike feels you take a deep breath, as if you're finally relaxing. he expects you to repeat his sentiment, but he's not upset when you don't.

the three of you end up sitting on your living room floor rewatching 'good burger' for at least the tenth time. at this point, abby says the infamous line, doing so cheerfully to the point where you and mike feel weird if you don't do the same.

mike shares his fries with you when you run out, you pretend to not want to share your mcflurry but you end up doing so anyway. all three of you break out into a fit of giggles when mike takes his first sip of coke and chokes with the unexpected strength of it, and more giggles ensue when abby naively does the same.

by the end of the movie, you're full from carbs and sugar and you're cuddled into mike's side, both of your backs against the couch that abby lies asleep on. the credits start to roll when you speak, voice creaky and leaking pure sadness.

"i failed the exam."

it's silent. too silent. your eyes start to water and your throat constricts and suddenly you want to run into your bedroom and shut the door. but you don't. you stay seated, staring at the black screen as the white text starts to blur.

and when mike pulls you closer into his side, it's almost impossible for you to hold the tears back. so you don't.

mike coaxes them out by rubbing along your back, soothing circles up and down your worn in crewneck. you make a mess of his own sweatshirt, snot and tears mixing into a massive wet spot just below the hood at the shoulder.

he doesn't mind one bit, never ceasing his movements even whenever you start to calm down. abby has woken up at this point, and her little voice above you almost startles you.

"is everything okay?" words small, almost timid as if she's afraid of upsetting you more.

mike's chest rumbles. "everything's okay, abs." and then to you, "it's okay."

#mschmidtsworld!#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt fluff #celeste writes fnaf #–𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 🪐

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hogwartsandhawkins · 2 years

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Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 3: This Is Not a Date

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Summary: After an argument with his dad, Billy drags Jess to a diner.

Trigger Warnings: Again, cussing (this will probably be a common occurrence in this fic) Eating/food. I think that is it for this chapter, but as always please let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 3.1k

Author's note: This was actually supposed to be part of chapter 2, but that chapter was already soooo long LOL.

“Two, please.” Jess and Billy had finally entered the diner, once Billy was done checking himself out in the mirror of course, complaining that he didn’t have time to fix his hair before that asshole showed up. He let Jess lead the way, as he has never been here before, only driving by it to and from school. As they waited for their waitress to gather the menus, Jess caught a sign hanging on the entrance podium. “Oh!” The change of volume from her excitement nearly made Billy jump. “When did you start serving strawberry milkshakes?”

“Just last week, should I get one started for you?”

Jess turned to look at Billy, but then quickly looked back at their waitress. “Oh, no thank you. Next time for sure though.” She only nodded then escorted them to a small booth in the corner and laid out the plastic menus for the both of them.

“Thank you… Joanne.” Billy made it a point to look at her name tag before offering her a wink, causing her to become flustered and scurry away before asking for their drinks.

“Do you ever get tired of doing that?” Jess was currently looking for the cheapest item on the menu, which she figured would be located in the kid’s section. She stopped reading the ingredients for the Lil pAl’s Burger to look up Billy, who had yet to give her an answer.

Billy finally looked away from his menu as well and caught her staring at him from across the table. He leaned in slightly, crossing his arms. “Oh, am I making you jealous on our little date?”

“I actually have standards for a first date, Billy.” She went back to looking at her menu, trying to find out whether each kid’s dish came with a side of fries.

“So what? You an Enzo’s kind of girl?”

“I’m an ‘anyone but Billy Hargrove’ kind of girl.” Ouch. Jess quickly lifted her eyes to look at him again, slightly proud of her response. Her smirk began to shine through, which made Billy break into a smile he was trying hard to contain and shake his head. “Whatever you say, gorgeous.” He then looked back down at the menu, feeling his hunger start to set in. “So what are you getting?”

“I’m thinking about doing the kid’s grilled cheese.” She continued to study the menu just in case she missed something cheaper, but when Billy didn’t respond she looked up from her menu, and back at Billy, who was giving her a disapproving look.

“So we go to a burger joint. And you want a kid’s grilled cheese.”

“It comes with tomato soup…”

“And what do you want to drink with that? Apple juice?”

“No, actually, I was going to be a bit more sophisticated and get water… with lemon.”

Billy began to shake his head, mouth ajar, looking at Jess incredulously, but before Billy could voice his disapproval once more, the waitress interrupted him, notepad in hand. “You folks ready to order?” She was attempting to avoid eye contact with Billy, stealing glances and blushing every time he caught her.

“As a matter of fact, we are,” Billy started with his order, requesting a bacon burger, extra bacon, with a side of fries and a coke, but when it became Jess’s turn to order, Billy continued instead, “and she’ll have your classic cheeseburger, make it a double please, with a side of fries and your largest strawberry milkshake.” As Billy emphasized the word “largest”, he turned his attention back to Jess, smiling triumphantly. Jess rolled her eyes and went to go correct her order but as she opened her mouth, Billy once again interrupted, “Oh, almost forgot, she also wants a water. With lemon.”

“Well alright, we’ll have that right out for you.”

“Thank you so much, Joanne.” Billy then reached for Jess’s menu and aligned it with his own, handing both back to their waitress.

When Joanne is finally out of earshot, Jess leans in and starts, “Why did you-“

“Jess. I can hear your stomach growling from here. You’re not just getting something off a menu made for toddlers.” Billy clenches his jaw then sighs, realizing she may not have actually wanted a burger after all. “If you don’t like your burger then I’ll get you your stupid grilled cheese, alright?”

“No…” She looked at him apprehensively, “They’re great here, so… thanks, I appreciate it,” Jess finally got out, “but, you know, I’m not gonna be able to finish all that. Plus, you got me a double? That’s too much patty-to-bun ratio you know.”

They continued to make small talk for what only felt like five minutes until their drinks and food came into view. This time another waitress came to their table, placing down the plates first, then glasses. She smiled at them both and offered them a quick “enjoy” before retreating back into the kitchen.

“Damn, that was fast. Well if it’s ‘too much patty’…” Billy then leaned across their table, and grabbed the top patty from underneath her bun, and placed it in his, rearranging the bacon afterward.

“Ew, Hargrove, quit fingering my food!” Jess exclaimed, taking a sip of her milkshake as she smacked Billy’s hand away.

“What, is there something else you’d like me to do that too?” Billy then began licking his fingers clean, a devious smile forming on his face as he watched Jess attempt not to choke on her shake.

“You’re disgusting,” was all she could muster up between coughs.

“You need to stop making it so easy to tease you.” Billy bit into his burger, pieces of bacon falling out as he did so. “Holy shit. I can see why you chose this place… we’ll have to come here more often.” Billy began to devour his burger, barely making conversation as he did so, which Jess made sure to make mental note of. Want Billy to shut up? Hand him food. Got it. Jess also seemed to have underestimated how hungry she was and was able to easily polish off her plate along with the milkshake, leaving the water untouched. Billy noticed this as well, giving her a satisfied smirk. “You still want that grilled cheese, Logan?” Instead of waiting for an answer, he scooted out of the booth, holding a hand to Jess once he was out. Without thinking, she placed her hand in his and let him pull her out of her own side of the booth. When she tugged her hand away, Billy refused to let go, earning him a befuddled look from Jess.

“Here.” He then turned her palm upward and rather aggressively shoved his keys in her hand and sighed, currently rethinking whether he could trust her with his baby. “Don’t hold the ignition for more than three seconds, you’ll fuck up her starter. And don’t touch anything besides the heater and stereo, got it.” This wasn’t a question, but more a statement, his look warning Jess of what would happen if she didn’t follow his instructions to the T. “I’ll be out in just a second.” He went up to the counter to pay while Jess exited the diner, hurrying to the car as it already felt 10 degrees colder than it did when they entered. She did as she was instructed, and quickly blasted his heater, which to Jess’s surprise, began to blow hot air incredibly fast, making her turn the heater dial back down slightly. After a few songs went by, Jess looked up, attempting to try and see what could be keeping Billy. When she looked through the window, she could see Billy currently leaning against the counter, chatting up Joanne, who was a visible shade of crimson.

“Great, I’m gonna be here awhile,” but as she ended her thought, she saw Billy being handed two to-go boxes and a styrofoam cup. He awarded their waitress one last wink, thanking her for her service, and turned for the door.

“What’s all that?” Jess questioned as Billy opened his driver's door. He began handing her the to-go boxes as he retrieved the cup from the roof of his car. “Those aren’t for you. Don’t open them. But this…” He then handed her the cup as he dropped himself into the cockpit “… is for you.” He then turned away from her to close his door as she flipped up the plastic lid slightly to reveal another strawberry milkshake. She held a small smile on her face from the gesture but quickly dropped it before Billy could see.

“I see someone’s hungry,” was all she said as she took a drink of her to-go shake, nodding her head at the styrofoam boxes. Once she swallowed her sip, she continued, “You know, I’m lactose intolerant and you just force-fed me a cheeseburger and my weight’s worth of milkshakes.”

Billy lowered the sunglasses he just placed on his face to shield him from the now setting sun and glowered at her. “First of all, Logan, no I did not know that. Second, I didn’t force feed you fuck all. Third, why the hell were you going to order a grilled cheese? And fuckin fourth, if you shit in my car I will never talk to you again.”

“EWW! Oh my god, I’m just gonna be bloated now you weirdo.”

“Uh-huh. Shut up and drink your damn shake.”

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They arrived back at Cherry Lane in a matter of minutes thanks to Billy’s recklessness. “What time is it?” Billy asks Jess as he pulls the keys out of his ignition. They were currently parked in Jess’s driveway this time, which Billy explained was because he didn’t want to hold the boxes from his driveway to hers, causing Jess to joke how unbelievable it was that he planned on eating two full meals again right after they just ate.

“6:30.” Was all she said as she looked down at her watch. Unfortunately for Billy, he had forgotten his in the midst of fleeing his home and now had to rely on Jess. He reached for her wrist and turned it slightly to read for himself.

“36” He mumbled before grabbing the boxes from Jess, placing them in his left palm, running his right hand through his hair before exiting the vehicle. “Shit.” Without waiting for Jess, he knocks on the door, tapping his foot anxiously but stops once it opens. “Mrs. Logan, great to see you again.” Jess was behind him now, sipping on her milkshake apprehensively. She then squeezed passed Billy to enter mumbling a “Hey mom,” as she did so. Mrs. Logan invited Billy in as well, and when he entered, he handed her the boxes. “I was hoping to catch you before you started dinner, Jess and I went and got some food. Figured I would take some work off your hands tonight.” Mrs. Logan peeked into one of the to-go containers and then closed it back up, smiling back up at him as she did so.

“How kind of you, thank you so much, Billy.”

“How much do I owe you, kid?” Mr. Logan was now standing, wallet in hand as he shuffled through.

“Oh don’t worry about it Mr. Logan. It was my pleasure.” He then turned around towards Jess, raised his eyebrows at her followed by a smirk, and began to ascend upstairs. Jess quickly followed, unsure what… all that… was. Once they were behind the bedroom door and out of earshot, Jess placed her cup besides the now empty mug from this morning.

“I told you to stop flirting with my mom.”

“You miss the part where I also got your dad something?”

“Then why’d you do it?” She was now slightly squinting her eyes at him, trying to read his blank, nonchalant expression for something more.

“If I’m going to be here every weekend, Logan, it would be nice if they didn’t hate me.”

“I don’t get you.” She was still staring at him, Billy returning the same, unreadable look.

“What’s there to get? I bought your parents burgers. Big deal.”

Jess let the response sit awhile, her eyes downturned slightly. He remained unreadable, so she let it go, simply responding with, “Well, that was sweet of you then.”

For some reason, this annoyed him, and he rebuttled swiftly, scoffing and shaking his head to add effect. “Get over yourself Jess. I did it to get brownie points, not out of the goodness of my heart.” He held eye contact with her, as to make sure she understood, but instead, she returned his irritated tone.

“I think you’re the one that needs to get over yourself.”

“Excuse me?”

It was her turn to scoff. “I know right? God forbid Billy Hargrove does something kind. Admit it. You did something nice for once and now you’re scared it ruins the ‘bad boy’ bullshit you display.” Something made her hope she was right, that he wasn’t the heartless piece of work she witnessed that night. She would be forced to see him for weeks. Months even. And she would lose it if there wasn’t a shred of decency hidden somewhere. Everyone she held dear, besides her parents, who had yet to witness the true Hargrove, despised him. And yet, here she was, coming back home with him, joking with him in his car, sharing a meal with him. If he was a monster, why did she feel content with him? How was he able to repair two months of damage in two days?

But in true Billy Hargrove fashion, he deflects, refusing to give her the response she wanted to hear. “I really hope you’re not using that cheer scholarship to become a shrink. That’d be a waste of damn money that could’ve gone to some other airhead who claps their hands and calls it a sport.” He started to chuckle at Jess’s reaction but quickly stopped to duck from a pillow being thrown at his head. “Hey! Watch the hair dipshit!”

“I’d love to see you do a toe touch Mr. ‘I only score when no one’s around me’.”

Billy cocks his head back at this response, clicking his tongue in amusement. “Ahh. So co-captain of the sport she hates has a sense of humor. I like it.”

“I don’t hate the sport. Just-“

“-the people.”

There’s silence after this statement. He was right, and she knew he was right, but she didn’t want to get back into this topic, not when she barely escaped last time. “I’m not wrong, you know. You only score when you make a fast break or you happen to be all alone, with no defenders around you. You tend to choke when you have a defender running on you. Probably why you foul so much.” Jess stopped looking at him, but focused her attention in her bag, rummaging through it to find their study material from earlier.

“What, so you’ve been paying attention, Logan?” When she rolled her eyes at the response, he added, “So you’re a cheerleader and a basketball coach now?”

“No. I’ve just been watching Steve play since I was twelve.”

Billy was now sitting on her bed inching a bit closer to where Jess was now sitting and laying out the papers they were using. “Well, what if I told you it was because someone in a cute skirt was distracting me?” Billy dipped his head down slightly and peered through his lashes to look at Jess, who was refusing to look back at him.

“Then I’d tell you you’re not actually as good as you think you are.”

Billy was slightly taken aback at her immediate response, his demeanor dropping. “Not good enough for a scholarship?” He tried his best to make it sound like a joke, smirking mildly at his sentence. But in the back of his mind, this was his biggest fear. He wasn’t going to make it to college on grades alone, he knew this. He didn’t have the ability to pay for college, and he was sure Neil wouldn’t. Or maybe he would but would hold it over Billy’s head for the rest of his life. He wouldn’t get out of Hawkins, wouldn’t go to California, wouldn’t find his mom… The sound of Jess’s voice yanked him from his thoughts. “I never said that.” She gave him a reassuring smile, being able to see the worry that his eyes carried.

Neither Billy nor Jess needed more studying since leaving the Hargrove household, but it was evident Billy didn’t want to go home just yet, and Jess regretfully felt the same way. But when Jess’s clock read 8:40, Billy sighed and began standing from their shared sitting space. “I gotta wake up early tomorrow. I better get home.”

“What’re you doing?”

“Work.” When Jess gave him a strange look, he began to laugh. “What, you think I pull money out of my ass or something?”

“No, I just didn’t know people worked during the school year.”

He laughed at this comment as well. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Jess, but not every family is as well to do as yours.” He then gestured his hands around the room, indicating that her house alone was enough to separate her from the rest of Hawkins. “And second, it’s only one day a week.”

“Oh. Well what do you do?”

“Swimming lessons up in Marion. Normally go in the afternoon but they want me in the morning tomorrow instead.” He stopped fiddling with the collar of his jacket and looked back down at Jess, who was carrying a look of what Billy could have sworn was disappointment. “Awe, you upset I can’t spend all weekend with you, princess?”

“Yeah right. More like thankful I don’t have to spend tomorrow reading to you all day and finally get a day to myself.” Billy only smiled at this, opening his mouth slightly so he could run his tongue along the top row of his teeth. “Uh-huh, you keep telling yourself that.” He then walked toward the bedroom door, ready to open it and return to his car before he stopped and turned back to Jess. “Hey. Monday morning, be ready at 8:05. I’ll be in your driveway by then.”

“What are you-“

“To take you to school, genius.”

Jess then began to shake her head in protest. “No, it’s fine. Steve normally takes me to school. Always has.”

“Well you got all day tomorrow to tell him your new plans.” He then opened the door, but before exiting, he made one last statement. “And don’t forget to bring muffins. No muffins, no ride.”

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove fic #billy stranger things #billy x reader #billy deserved better #billy antis dni #prove me wrong #stranger things

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hwaberry-dreams · 2 years

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THREE: questions

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4.2K

“Guys, let Luna pick first.” Hongjoong says as we all go into the dining room/kitchen.

Wow, it is big in here! Like the lounge area. I guess with 8 grown men living in the one apartment; they need a lot of space. It is an open plan, a large island in the middle of the kitchen area with bar stools around it. The dining area has a long table, with 8 seats. It has a nice relaxing vibe to it; I like it.

The guys put the food bags on to the island and take everything out as some of them grab plates, cutlery and glasses. I move to help but Wooyoung, who is still holding onto my hand, takes me over and pulls a stool for me to sit down on instead.

“What would you like to drink?” Yeosang asks me as Wooyoung lets go of my hand now that I am sitting

“We have coke, orange juice, milk, water, oh and I think we have some strawberry milk left.” San says.

“Oh strawberry!” I smile.

“I had the last strawberry milk carton this morning, sorry!” Seonghwa says looking at me with a sorry expression on his face, “I can run down to the convenience store and get you some.” he adds quickly as Wooyoung and Yunho groan at him

“No, I will be fine with a coke. Please, just sit down to eat. You all must be so hungry.” I reply.

I didn’t want a fuss, or anyone running anywhere to get me something. Truth be told, I absolutely love strawberry milk, but I can go without it. Jongho places an empty plate in front of me, giving me a small smile before turning around again. There is a very comfortable hum of conversation and activity in the kitchen. It reminds me of my family at mealtimes before I moved away; it is comforting to me.

“We got noodles, tteokbokki, bulgogi, and some bibimbap plus loads of side dishes, too.” Wooyoung says to me. He may have let my hand go, but he is still close beside me.

“And fried chicken!” Yeosang adds loudly

“He would live off fried chicken if we let him.” Wooyoung whispers to me, chuckling.

I know how much Yeosang loves his fried chicken. I related to his love of it. Chicken was something I ate a lot of! There were a lot of foods I could not eat, so my diet could be rather repetitive. I knew what I could and couldn’t eat, what I had to avoid, etc. Chicken was the one thing I could eat freely without worry.

“I am putting some ramen on as well.” Jongho says as he pulls at least 10 packets from a cupboard.

The guys clearly have a good dynamic. They have lived together for so long; they were very in sync with one another. They could navigate the kitchen with ease without bumping into one another. Everyone seems to have an unspoken role in the kitchen. I feel rather useless sitting there doing nothing, but they wouldn’t let me help.

That is something that will not continue. I will do my fair share within the household, cooking, cleaning (well try to, I am not great at cleaning) but especially looking after them because they work incredibly hard. Back home, my mom had taught me to cook from a young age. She had a tough pregnancy with the twins, so I happily took over making meals and keeping up with the housework to allow her to rest after she had long days at work.

“Everything ok?” I hear from beside me, pulling me from my thoughts. I turn to see Mingi looking at me.

“Yeah, just feel useless, not helping. I am not used to just doing nothing.” I reply. “You all seem very coordinated here. I would probably get in the way even if I helped.”

“All this is second nature to us. We do this all without even thinking.” he says.

“I know, but I want to do my part. Back home, I was always part of the cooking. My parents and I always did it together.” I say.

“Where in Korea are you from?” Wooyoung asks from the other side of me as the others place all the food on the kitchen island

“Where do you think I am from?” I ask back.

“I would say local, your dialect in very Seoul.” Mingi answers

“Yeah, you sound very like Jongho.” Yunho adds

“I was born in New York.” I reply, as they all look up at me in surprise.

“Seriously?” Hongjoong asks as I nod

“That explains your cute American accent when you speak English.” Wooyoung laughs.

“My mom and dad have American accents, too. Then there are my little sisters with the cutest little British accents.” I laugh.

“Why British?” Jongho asks placing bowls of the ramen he had made on the counter

“They were born in London.” I answer.

“So you have lived in America and the UK then?” Seonghwa asks.

“Yeah, also France, Italy, Spain, Germany and Norway.” I say as they all stare at me with their mouths open. “I also spent 2 months in Japan with friends during a break in college.”

This is the usual reaction when I tell people about the countries I’ve lived in and the childhood I had.

“Wow, that’s a lot of moving.” Yunho states.

“My dad was in the army, so I spent most of my childhood moving around. I loved it though, being new places, meeting new people, learning new languages and new cultures everywhere we went. It was always so exciting.”

“No wonder you can speak so many languages.” San laughs.

“Is it just younger sisters you have?” Yeosang asks as I nod. “How old are they?”

“They turn 7 in a few weeks. I guess Korean age would make them 8 years old, though.” I reply.

“Same age as Kyungmin!” Wooyoung smiles, referring to his younger brother

“I am assuming they are twins, then.” Yunho says.

“Identical too and full of sass, I pity my parents!” I laugh as the other do too. “They are all visiting Korea next month, so I am hoping to get a little break during work to spend time with them. I would love to take them to Lotte World.”

“Do they not live here?” Seonghwa asks.

“Guys, what did I say earlier about bombarding her with questions!” Hongjoong warns.

I knew they would hit me with a lot of questions. They barely know anything about my life. The past 2 weeks at work have comprised of work related things. I don’t mind answering their questions, though. It feels nice they are taking an interest in me. Other than as.. whatever, we will be to one another.

“I don’t mind answering them. You must have a lot, anyway. My parents and sisters still live in London. Once my dad left the army, we stayed in the UK. My sisters were born a year after. Then I moved here by myself when I was 18 to study.” I reply.

“By yourself? That must have been scary.” San says.

“Not really. We visited a lot as I was growing up, so I was familiar with Korea, plus we have family here too. My parents were born in America too, but my mom’s brother moved here the same age as I did. He actually lives over in Gangnam with his wife and 2 sons.”

“When is your birthday?” Yunho asks, “We need to know if we have missed it this year or not.” he adds

“Ah, I actually have the same birthday as one of you.” I grin.

“Wah!” they all exclaim, making me laugh

“Older or younger than that person?!” Mingi asks excitedly

“Guess that depends on what time he was born that day.” I wink.

“Same year too?!” San asks as I nod

“Ok, we need to guess who it is.” Yeosang says. “Has this person’s birthday already passed this year?”

I shake my head.

“Ok, so that rules out Yunho, Seonghwa, Yeosang and San.” Wooyoung laughs as San pushes him playfully.

“Is it my birthday?” Mingi asks.

I shake my head again, causing him to pout. He looks so cute pouting.

“Jonghos?!” Seonghwa says loudly

Another shake.

“Yah!! It’s one of ours!” Wooyoung screams towards Hongjoong who closes his eyes as if trying to block Wooyoung out, which only made me laugh

“We will never hear the end of it if it is Woos!” Yeosang laughs

I smirk slightly and only Yeosang picks up on it and playfully rolls his eyes as he figures it out.

“Wooyoung is only going to get louder, so you may as well tell us now.” Seonghwa says.

“Please be Hongjoongs!” Jongho chuckles, his gummy smile on show as Wooyoung tells him to shut up

I look between them all before resting my eyes on Wooyoung, who takes a few seconds to realise. The entire kitchen erupts into chaos, and I can only laugh again as I watch them all.

“I knew it!” Wooyoung screams louder than ever.

“You know that means his birthday will be a bigger deal than usual.” San laughs

“Hell yeah, it will be a joint birthday so it will need to extra special!” Wooyoung replies, putting his arm over my shoulders and looking smugly at San, “Every year we will both expect to be treated like royalty.”

Wooyoungs words make me freeze for a second - ‘every year’. I genuinely don’t know why it had that effect on me, but it causes my mind to go into overdrive a little. I hadn’t really thought about how long this arrangement would last. That’s if it did somehow work out. Wooyoung was clearly thinking long term, at least.

“Let’s just settle down for now and eat!” Hongjoong says, pulling me back to the present

Everyone takes a seat around the kitchen island, and we all begin to eat. Conversations begin and occasionally, I see food being added to my plate by the others. I decide to sit back and just soak it in while I eat.

“Luna, you need to try some of this.” Yunho says holding food up for me. “It is so good.”

I look down at his chopsticks like I always do when offered food, something that was second nature to me and I am thankful I did as I see a piece of shrimp on it, so I lean back a bit.

“I can’t.” I say, smiling politely at him.

“Oh, but it is so nice!” Yunho whines, making his puppy eyes and moving it towards me slowly, “Please!”

“I am sure it is, but I am allergic.” I laugh, moving back further while covering my mouth.

The noisy kitchen suddenly goes deathly silent, and everyone looks at me. I hear some chopsticks clattering off the marble worktop.

“You have a seafood allergy?” Mingi asks.

Suddenly Seonghwa, Jongho and San are pulling at containers of food that had been in front of me. Hongjoong quickly pulls my plate of food away, too.

“Are you ok?” Wooyoung asks, pressing the back of his hand to my forehead

“Did she eat any of it?” Yeosang asks

“I am fine, honestly!” I say, mostly to Wooyoung, who is checking me over.

“What if she ate something with fish in it?” Seonghwa asks, his eyes wider than I’ve ever seen them before.

“I didn’t. You would know if I had.” I chuckle lightly, trying hard to ease the tension in the kitchen.

“How?” San asks

“I would be on the floor by now, unable to breathe.”

This seems to have made them worse as they all begin frantically moving around the kitchen to take food away.

“Oh shit! Are you 100% sure you didn’t eat or touch any of it? What do we do if you have done?” Wooyoung frets moving me away from the counter.

“We didn’t know you had an allergy. We should have known that. I am so sorry.” Hongjoong says.

“Don’t apologise. You weren’t to know. I can be around seafood, I just stay away from it and it’s mostly shellfish but I prefer to avoid all fish related foods, to be on the safe side. I always have my epi-pen in my bag, just in case, too.” I say. “I usually keep a spare one in the kitchen, too.”

“From now on there will be no seafood of any kind to be brought into the house!” Yunho says to the others as they all nod.

“No, you can still have your seafood.” I say as San and Seonghwa put containers of food into the bin. “You don’t have to do that!”

This is exactly the type of fuss I don’t want!

“We aren’t risking it.” Jongho says.

“The shrimp was in this bag, which means these containers will be contaminated.” Mingi says to San, who nods to him and taking it all away.

“Guys please!” I say, but no one is listening.

They are running around, binning perfectly good food. Seonghwa appears to have magically conjured up cleaning products, as he is now spraying the worktop in front of me with disinfectant and scrubbing it with a sponge.

“Just bin it all.” Hongjoong says, “Yeosang can you go through the food cupboards later on and bin anything with seafood in it?”

“Guys stop!” I say loudly, making them all quieten, “Sorry. But you don’t need to throw out all the food.”

“Luna, we don’t want to risk anything. This is your home now and it should be a safe environment for you.” Hongjoong says.

“Can you show us how to use your pen thing, just in case we need to use it?” Seonghwa asks.

“Of course I will, but honestly, you won’t be needing to do it. I haven’t had to use my epi-pen in a year, and that was only because I ate something with fish sauce in it while I had been drinking and didn’t think to check first. I am very careful what I eat and around food. So you don’t need to worry!” I reply.

“I think we will worry regardless, but we understand. We just want to keep you safe, is all.” Yunho says.

I can understand that, but I just don’t want to be fussed over or treated differently. It is something I’ve grown up with so I know what to avoid, but for people who don’t have experience of it, it can freak them out, especially when I go into anaphylaxis.

Once everyone calms down, we carry on eating the food that hadn’t been near the shrimp, so basically the ramen Jongho cooked. By the time we are finished the atmosphere is less tense, but I could see them all giving me side glances with every bite I took. I offer to help with the dishes, but I am ushered out of the kitchen area and back into the lounge by Seonghwa.

“Just relax in here. Why don’t you pick a movie for us all to watch? It is rare Hongjoong actually comes home with us. He is usually in the studio until late, so I think a movie night will be a good way to end the day.” he says, “Unless you have other plans.” He quickly adds.

“No plans. Other than calling my mom around 10pm while she is on her lunchbreak from work.” I say.

“We won’t make you stay up late, we have an early schedule tomorrow anyway.” he replies smiling, “I’ll make sure movie night finishes before 10pm so you can speak with your mom in privacy.”

“Seonghwa, can I ask you something?” I say, my stomach churning

“Of course you can.” he says, concern etched on his face

“I am really close to my mom. We don’t have any secrets and she knows everything about me.” I say as we both sit on the sofa.

“Ok.” he says for me to carry on

“She also knows when I am hiding something. She can read me like a book. She knows just by looking at my face if I am lying too. The night I lost my virginity, the woman knew the second I walked into the house before I had even taken my shoes off.” I say then blush, “Sorry a bit too much information there!” as he chuckles, shaking his head.

“So I am guessing you are worrying about what to tell her about us?” he says as I nod

“I don’t want to lie to her. Mainly because she knows when I am, but also because we are genuinely really close to one another. She is my best friend.” I say, rubbing my hands together anxiously. “I know she will want to know where I am living now. Probably want to see it when they visit next month.”

“I wouldn’t want you to lie to your mom. I am really close to mine as well. We have weekly calls too and like your mom, she knows when I am lying or hiding something. So I feel the same way as you about this.” he says, as he takes my nervous hands into his and cups them.

“My mom is very open-minded, my dad is too. People think he is this old school military dad, but he is ridiculously laid back. I can’t see them having an issue with whatever this could become with us all, but you all have a right to privacy too, and I don’t want to break that.”

“I understand. I am sure the others will too. Obviously I cannot speak for all of them but if you feel comfortable telling them the truth, I would be ok with that. I just wouldn’t want your parents thinking we are using you or it is something seedy because for us it isn’t.” he says, “We can all sit down and talk it over tomorrow. Give us all a chance to get it out in the open, find out everyones boundaries, especially yours. Hongjoong wanted us to have that conversation tonight, but I told him I feel it would be too much. I know the others are eager to put your mind at rest, too.”

“I would like that, but I’ll be honest. I feel uneasy talking about the intimate side of things with you all at the same time. I have some firm boundaries when it comes to that, though.”

“What is worrying you the most?” he asks

“That you’ll expect me to take part in threesomes, foursomes or all at the same time because that would be an absolute no fucking way for me!” I say bluntly, causing him to gulp loudly. “I am not a prude. However, what happens in that area will be just for me and the person I am with. No one else will be involved in it!”

I may as well tell him from the start. And he asked what I was worrying about, so I told him truthfully. That was the big one! I find them all extremely attractive, of course I do. Who wouldn’t? But that doesn’t mean that I will willingly become like some sex doll to them. Sex is meaningful to me, even when I’ve had one-night stands.

“Trust me, there will be none of that! I am sorry if we gave you the impression that would be expected. We are all very private with our sex lives, even with one another. It isn’t something we share. So you do not need to worry about that.” he says

“Good. Just wanting to let you know now before it goes any further.” I say.

“Good, we have that cleared up. Back to your mom. You could tell her you live with us because it’s easier for the tutoring side of things. As for the other part, then maybe tell her you are seeing one of us. That way, you technically aren’t lying to her.” he suggests

“That is a good suggestion but if I did, she would want to know exactly who and everything about him.” I chuckle, knowing how she is

“Tell her it is me.” he says as I look at him, “Unless there is another member you would prefer.” he adds, his cheeks flushing slightly

“No!” I say quickly before blushing myself at my quick response. “I actually know she would like you. But only if you are sure though.” I add.

“Of course I am sure.” he replies shyly, “Ok, so no more worrying on that front. Lets enjoy our movie night. I am going to send Wooyoung and San to the store for snacks. What would you like?” he adds, clearing his throat.

“I’ll go with them.” I say, as he opens his mouth, but I continue. “I insist! I want to see a bit of the neighbourhood and where the nearest store is, so I know where to go whenever I get my midnight snacks cravings.”

“Ok, but stay with Wooyoung and San. Don’t go out of their eyesight.” He replies.

I know he means well, so I don’t say what is on the tip of my tongue that I can look after myself and instead smile at him before skipping towards my bedroom. I hear Seonghwa chuckle and mumble the word ‘cute’ before going back into the kitchen.

I open another of my suitcases to get a cap. I give my hair another brush before putting it on, pulling a mask from my bag and my purse. I give my reflection another look before going back into the lounge area to see Wooyoung sitting on his phone.

“Are you ready to go?” he asks, looking up at me

“Yeah, where is San?” I ask

“Ugh, making himself look pretty for you probably.” he teases, “Let’s just go, he can catch up with us.”

“Shouldn’t we just wait for him?” I ask, not wanting to appear rude by leaving San behind.

“Honestly, he takes ages getting ready. We could go down to the store and be back before he even finishes.” He replies.

Reluctantly, I agree, and we head to the entrance area to put our shoes on. As I go to tie my sneakers, Wooyoung does it for me and I feel a little flutter in my tummy as he looks up at me. Did he seriously just wink at me?

“Let’s go.” He smiles, taking my hand.

“SAN, WE ARE LEAVING, BYE!!” Wooyoung screams back into the apartment before closing the door behind us and quickly pulling me down the corridor to towards the lift.

I know how cheeky and mischievous Wooyoung can be. He is well known for it, but seeing it firsthand and being dragged into it (literally) is something else. I can’t help but laugh as he presses the button repeatedly as if it would make the lift come quicker while looking back at the front door. He has a massive cheeky grin on his face the entire time, and I just know this boy is going to get me into trouble a lot.

When the lift doors open, he pulls me in quickly just as we hear San shout ‘Wooyoung-ah!’ from down the corridor. Wooyoung laughs wildly as the doors close before San reaches them.

“You are mean!” I laugh.

“I didn’t see you complaining.” He counters.

“True.” I say, tilting my head playfully. “So, what snacks are we getting?”

“Our usual things are ice cream, chips. Seonghwa hyung asked to buy strawberry milk since he finished it this morning. I think he is whipped for you already as he gave me his card!” Wooyoung grins

“Shut up!” I laugh, turning away from him a bit.

“Get used to it.” he says, turning me back and leaning into me

My back is nearly against the wall of the lift. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears as he comes closer to me. I am not sure what he is about to do, but his eye contact is intense, the same as it was when we first met after my interview.

“Are you flirting with me?” I smirk, trying to call his bluff a little but also praying he continues as my eyes fall down his lips, his hands moving onto my waist. I can feel his fingers touch my exposed skin and it feels like fire.

“We are all going to be whipped for you sooner or later.” He whispers, “And if it wasn’t for the fact, this door is opening in 3 seconds and a certain Mr Choi will be on the other side of it, I would do more than flirting with you.” he adds, his lips so close to mine I can feel his hot breath on them.

As I am about to take the plunge and lean forward he suddenly pulls back, letting go of my waist and smirks at me once more just as the doors open and we see an annoyed San standing with his hands on his hips glaring at Wooyoung.

“Jung Wooyoung, you are in big trouble.” he says hitting the back of his head as Wooyoung just laughs.

Taking a deep breath, I follow behind them as they start to bicker. What happened in that little lift was beyond hot and I honestly cannot believe I nearly kissed him back there. I knew that was his desired effect, and I gave him the reaction he wanted. He was going to be a teasing little shit from now on.

#ateez #ateez ot8 #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #ateez smut #ateez romance #ateez angst #ateez ot8 x fem!oc #utopia #utopia ateez fic

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Late Nights at the Diner

Roach (Trailer Park of Terror) x AFAB!Reader

Tags; Roach 😳, quickie, two uses of degrading name calling, mutual masturbation, p in v sex, in the back of a car, a few minor timeskips because I’m insane

I will fix the “read more” formatting when I have access to a PC.

AN: First attempt at writing a fic for Roach, I think it turned out fairly well. If some sentences look weird I powered through writing this with a awful crick in my neck, have mercy. Enjoy and have fun!

I’ll also mention that the character and I are both from the deep south, so the dialogue won’t always make a whole lotta sense sound wise unless you’re aware of all the different ways we pronounce “you” down here.

Dawn was drawing close, it was nearly 3:30am. You parked your Mustang near the front door of the joint, climbing out and shutting the door with a metallic click. Sighing softly, you checked the pockets of your stained work apron. You looked around at your surroundings after locating your cash, checking out all the vehicles in the lot.

One car in particular caught your eye, it…was certainly something along the lines of junker. There was a skull and crossbones spray-painted to the side, as well as some words you couldn’t exactly make out in the dark. “Promisin’ crowd…” You muttered, sluggishly making your way to the entrance.

You were somewhat of a regular here, being thrown an excited wave by the waitress, Fiona. Knowing by now you could sit where you pleased, you returned her wave and went to sit at your usual spot- well, this isn’t going as planned. Speechless, you were completely frozen, your shocked eyes locked onto the man before you.

He sat with an arm thrown over the booth, and a cig hanging from his lips. He was also aware of his surroundings, you wanted to pass out as he turned his head towards you.

“Need somethin’ darlin’?” He quirked a brow, subtle smirk pulling onto his face. Geez, for a man who looks like he’d just changed the oil in a car…he was- very attractive. You opened your mouth, but he beat you to it. “M’ I in yer spot? Sorry ‘bout that. Why don’cha join me? I don’t bite.” He gave you a toothy grin, gesturing to the booth across from himself.

It was something about the way he spoke to you that just went straight down- oh shut up. You don’t even know his name! Fuck it, you’ve got nothing to lose. You gave him a small smile, sliding into the booth he’d offered.

“Thank you, er…?” You tilted your head up to the man, taking in his features proper.

“Names Roach, no it’s not a nickname either.” He put out his cigarette in the tables ashtray, having noticed your nostril twitching.

“Roach, I like it…rolls off the tongue.” You grinned, genuinely finding charm in the mans off the wall name.

“Ya gonna tell me yer name? Or am I jus’ gonna have’ta call ya beautiful all night?” He was far too good at these lines, it was doing its job in making you blush. You let out an embarrassed cough, composing yourself.

“Y/n, do ya do this with everyone at the diner?” You snorted, leaning towards him with your chin resting against your palm.

“Don’ think any of them truckers are as pretty as you, hm? I’ll blame it on luck I ran into ya tonight.” His eyes drifted to the side, then back to you. “Ready to order?”

Somehow it hadn’t been long between your arrival and his, you ordered together. You were now finishing up your coke, picking up one of the remaining fries to eat.

Fiona walked over once again. “One ticket or two?” She asked, unsure if you had been meeting him here or if it was chance. Roach spoke up right before you could, that award-winnin’ grin spread across his face.

“Just one, thank ya.” Fiona nodded in response, walking away to get the ticket squared away. Roach pulled out his wallet, ready to pay for the meal.

“You don’t have to do that, let me pay my part.” Your brows turned upwards, reaching for your folded stack of tips.

“My mama taught me better’n that, darlin’. Hell, ya could get any man to pay yer way with looks like that.” He sent you a wink. Lord almighty, you weren’t usually one for a quick fuck- but maybe you’ll indulge. Fiona brought your one ticket, accepting the cash from Roach. She turned to you, offering another wave of goodbye.

You and Roach stepped out into the cool nights air together, stopping for a moment while he lit up another cigarette. “Which one is yours? Vehicles- I mean.” You asked, watching as he took a deep drag off the cig.

“Mine? Oh- that one there…towards the side.” Of course the one from earlier was his, it matched him far too well.

“I suppose everything about ya is eye-catching, huh? Doin’ anything after this?” You boldly asked, one and obvious intention in mind, it was 4am. Roach nearly choked on smoke, eyes darting towards you and as wide as dinner plates. He regained his cool just as fast as he’d lost it, ready to throw down more of his smooth-talker lines.

“What for? Wanna see the interior?” He smirked, letting his cigarette hang from his mouth like it had been a half hour ago.

“Somethin’ like that. God, you look so good like that.” You muttered without even thinking, drawing closer to him for warmth in the wind.

“Well come on over then, darlin’.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and walked you towards his car. You’d just realized how tall he was, at least a foot taller than yourself, you fit so wonderfully into his side. It didn’t take too long to reach the edge of the parking lot, taking in the somewhat endearing sight of his beater. “The grand tour…” His arm left your shoulders, pulling the back door open. He gestured for you to get in, taking the cigarette from his lips and stomping it out on the gravel.

You slid into the back seat, kicking a few bottles as you did so. The interior was in shockingly good condition for what the outside looked like. Roach followed in after you, shutting the door behind himself. “This what ya wanted, baby? Takin’ ol’ Roach in the back of ‘is Buick like a whore?” The car was perfect for you, but he looked just a bit too tall for it.

“Doesn’t sound too bad.” You turned towards him, crawling forward. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you pushed him against the same door he’d just closed. “Bet you’ll be the whore beggin’ fer more when I’m done with ya.” You muttered, pressing your lips to his very much exposed neck.

“Bold claim, darlin’, but I like yer enthusiasm.” He complied as you pulled his unbuttoned shirt down his shoulders, grabbing and prodding at his arms along the way.

“Oh you’ll see, sweetheart.” You whispered quietly to him, taking his jaw into your hand. You tilted his head back, your glossed lips pressing into his rougher ones. Roach hummed into the kiss feeling your other hand tugging at his tank top. He removed his arms from the holes, breaking the kiss so you could pull it completely off of him.

“Angels above…” You muttered to yourself, taking in just how beautiful his body was. You moved your head down, leaving faint kisses from his jaw to his chest. “You are just…somethin’ else.” The compliments came so easily when it came down to it, you were absolutely letting yourself fall in love with this smooth-talking stranger. Your hands brushed over his ribs, sides, his softer torso…committing every bit of it to memory.

Roach was becoming putty in your hands, he’d expected you to get straight to business. He didn’t know what to say to all this seemingly genuine affection he was receiving. “You’re jus’ sayin’ that ta butter me up.” He chuckled, pushing a stray hair from your eyes. He was bricked into oblivion with the gentleness, and the situation all together.

You brought your head back up to eye level with him, cupping his cheeks and staring for but a moment. “I’m not ‘jus’ sayin’’ it, I mean it. Ya may as well be the mos’ gorgeous man I ever did lay eyes on.” You raked your hands through his sandy brown mullet, going in to steal another one of his gentle kisses. “Do you still want this?”

“More than ever, darlin’. How could I deny ya anythin’ with how sweet yer bein’ to me.” He showed off that toothy grin again, making your heart flutter.

You reached down, undoing the silver buckle at his hips. Surprised at this point he hadn’t asked you to remove your own clothing, he seemed to be entirely distracted by your face. The expression on his face was damn near lovesick, suppose he was letting himself get invested just like you were.

After successfully getting his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, you tugged them down a bit bringing his undergarments with. Your face reddened upon catching a glimpse of his hardened cock, not having expected it look that…fulfilling.

“Damn, pretty boy. Like I said before, everythin’ about ya is eyecatchin’ as can be.” You untied your apron, grabbing it and the hem of your dress to pull it all off. Thankfully it was a day you’d chosen not to wear one of those horrifically uncomfortable things called a bra. You watched with a small giggle as Roach’s eyes dropped to your now exposed chest.

“Ain’t tha’ somethin’….shiyt.” That was probably the most emphasis you’d ever heard anyone use on the word shit, he was awestruck- thats for sure. You lifted up one leg at a time, figuring out the least awkward way to remove your own undergarments. “You are right beautiful yerself, darlin’. I ain’t seen nothin’ like ya before, and I’m hopin’ ta see ya again…” He admitted, reaching out to touch on your hips and thighs.

“See me again? Of course, sweetheart.” You settled between his legs, your own draped over his thighs. “Give me….jus’ a second.” The angle would be somewhat awkward if you didn’t do this part yourself, may as well give the man a show out of this. As much as he’s already getting.

He watched your lowers with wide eyes as your own hand trailed to it. “Oh, mama.” He whined, his cock twitching with anticipation.

You ran a few quick strokes over your clit, reaching back further to push two of your own fingers into your entrance. Your face contorted with desperation as you stretched yourself open, fingers slipping in and out.

Roach huffed a breath, reaching for his strained hardness and grabbing at the tip. “Ya just know exactly what yer doin’, don’cha?” He chuckled, that noise turning into a soft moan as he dragged his hand down his length.

You continued for a moment longer, removing your hand and looking up. Roach met your gaze, he’d stroked himself at the same pace you’d been working. “You…ready?” You asked breathlessly, receiving a quick and violent nod in response. “Alright…��

One hand met his shoulder for stability, the other was grabbed by him. “Not gonna let this go ta waste, right?” He brought your fingers towards his face, the same ones you’d just used on yourself. Your face darkened by shades as he took those two fingers into his mouth, pressing his tongue against the underside of them. You could feel the furnace inside yourself well up again, the hand on his shoulder moving to line him up with your entrance.

The moan Roach let out was guttural, the depth vibrating the fingers he still had in his mouth. You removed them, planting the hand over his chest. You sank down onto him slowly, really just making sure the preparation was good enough. Low and behold, that- along with the ocean down there was plenty enough. “You have been far too good to me tonight, darlin’.” He whined, resting his grip comfortably on your hips.

“It’s the sweet talk, and those devilish- good looks.” You stumbled over your words, his cock finally bottoming out inside you. “Oh, Roach. Fuck-“ You moaned out, raising yourself up again and sliding back down.

“Shit, baby- you feel s’good.” His large hands clung to your hips, not quite bruising but not gentle either. “D’ya need help?” He asked, feeling your legs shake against him.

“Maybe, christ.” You tried to continue the pace yourself, the sensation of Roach joining in the efforts reaching your core. “Oh god.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a messy kiss.

Your bodies moved in succession, all you could hear was his loud moans, your own, and the cars suspension squeaking away. “Y- Yer fuckin’ me so good, doll- ain’t never felt nothin’ like this.” He held you comfortingly close as the pace got sloppier and sloppier.

You buried your hand into his hair, tugging at it ever-so-slightly. “Roach…sweetheart- m’gonna…oh fuck.” A curse cut off your words, you ground down on him as well as you could. “M’gonna cum…” You muttered into the crook of his neck.

“M’too doll, feels so fuckin’ good.” His head leaned back into the window, heavy breaths and whimpers escaping his throat. “Jus’ a little longer-“ He near pleaded, still thrusting his hips in tandem with yours.

Your moans got more frantic as he reached deeper and deeper within you, that feeling in your stomach coiling up.

“Faster! Faster-“ You breathed out, feeling him speed up beneath you. “Fuck!” He could feel the building coil himself.

“S’it okay if I- cum-“ He was having trouble with his words, you knew what he was talking about.

“Yes, yes- cum inside me, sweetheart.” You were on the pill, you wanted that intimacy with him. As soon as you’d said it, his pace picked up furiously. “OH baby-“

You both moaned out loudly as he thrusted one last time, your orgasm hit you like a bag of rocks. You could feel the warmth of his own orgasm seeping inside of you. There was a moment of silence as you both rode out your endings, heavy breaths being the only noise.

You rested your forehead against his, making eye contact as your bodies shuddered in ecstasy.

“Think’m in love with ya, doll.” He muttered, squeezing your hips. His face was flushed, and he looked as beautiful as always.

“Me too, sweetheart. Y’got a landline number? An address?” You asked, leaning your body fully against his.

”I got an address, got somethin’ to write it down?”

“Oh I’ll remember.”

“Good memory, huh. I like that in’a person.”

#roach x reader #roach trailer park of terror #trailer park of terror #roach smut #technically slasher #he’s not a satan pawn yet in this fic though #don’t be shy #watch the movie #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader

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sattlersquarry · 1 year

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i think you should leave: stranger things edition

inspired by the newest season of i think you should leave with tim robinson because holy fucking shit this is the funniest/weirdest/best show in the entire universe

EXT. -- SURFER BOY EXPRESS DRIVE-THROUGH -- DAY

EDDIE MUNSON is in his van, parked at the drive-through window of Hawkins' Surfer Boy Express fast food chain. ARGYLE hands him his meager order.

ARGYLE: Okay, brochacho. Here's your small fries and small drink.

He goes to hand Eddie's credit card back. Eddie glances into the rearview mirror and sees STEVE HARRINGTON in line behind him. ROBIN BUCKLEY sits in the passenger seat of the BMW, animatedly telling a story while they wait to move up to the window.

EDDIE: You know, I'd like to pay for the guy's meal behind me too. Just pay it forward.

ARGYLE: Whoa, dude. That's really nice of you.

He swipes Eddie's card for Steve and Robin's order and hands it back to Eddie.

EDDIE: Who knows...maybe it'll catch on.

ARGYLE: All right, have a surfer-tastic day, man.

Eddie gives him a serene smile. Then—wham! He slams his foot on the gas and careens out of the drive-through lane, only to circle back through the parking lot and return to the drive-through entrance.

He slams on the brakes to avoid hitting NANCY WHEELER and JONATHAN BYERS as they pull toward the drive-through in her station wagon. Eddie screams. From the driver's side, Nancy gives Eddie a "what the fuck??" look. In the passenger seat, Jonathan looks frightened.

EDDIE: STOP! STOP! STOP! PLEASE LET ME GO! PLEASE LET ME GO FIRST! I'M DOIN' SOMETHING!

Nancy and Jonathan share a look but nod. Eddie zips to the loudspeaker.

ARGYLE (O.S.): Welcome to Surfer Boy Express. Can I take your order, brochacho?

EDDIE: [frantic] 55 burgers, 55 fries, 55 tacos, 55 pies, 55 Cokes, 100 tater tots, 100 pizzas, 100 tenders, 100 meatballs, 100 coffees, 55 wings, 55 shakes, 55 pancakes, 55 pastas, 55 peppers, and 155 taters!!!

ARGYLE (O.S.): Okay, that'll be $680.

EDDIE: [calmly] Okay.

Eddie pulls forward. He watches as Steve and Arygle discuss the payment of his order at the window. Argyle gestures to Eddie. Steve whips his head to Eddie's van and glares.

EDDIE: Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Steve and Robin get out of the BMW and storm over to Eddie's van. They stop at the driver's side window.

STEVE: Hey!

Eddie looks straight ahead and honks the horn.

EDDIE: [murmured] Come on, what the hell's going on up there?

STEVE: We're not paying it!

EDDIE: [shouted] You HAVE TO! The guy did it for you!

ROBIN: YOU'RE the guy!

EDDIE: Oh, just do it, Harrington! You're rich!

Nancy honks the horn of her station wagon and sticks her head out the window.

NANCY: Hey! What the hell's going on up there?

STEVE: Eddie's trying to start a pay-it-forward chain.

Nancy reverses quickly and parks in front of the loudspeaker to revise her and Jonathan's order.

NANCY: 55 burgers, 55 fries...

EDDIE: AW SHIT! Look what you did, you rich little fuck!

Eddie tries to drive away but his car gets stuck on the curb. He's not going anywhere. Steve crosses his arms, looking smug.

STEVE: You thought you'd pull that shit on me?

EDDIE: Fine, you win. That's fine. I just wanted to do something good this morning before alcohol class. But you won. That's the last time I try to do something good ever again.

Steve and Robin share a look.

ROBIN: Maybe you did have some good intentions.

STEVE: And maybe we did jump to conclusions—

EDDIE: Oh, I can just run!

He exits his van and bolts away.

#stranger things incorrect quotes #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #i think you should leave #argyle

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punkpoemprose · 1 year

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Happy Wife, Happy Life- Kristanna Oneshot

Universe: Modern AU

Rating: G (General, fluff)

Length: 1106 Words

Summary: Kristoff runs all around the city of Arendelle to pick up Anna’s many pregnancy cravings.

A/N: Kristanna Advent Day 13. I will eventually catch up, or I won’t, who knows!

Kristoff had never thought to use an insulated bag to keep things warm. Of course he’d been putting his cold lunch in an insulated lunchbox for years, but he’d never really imagined needing to keep food hot for very long. That was, of course, until Anna had become pregnant and he, had become a slave to her cravings.

He huffed, out of exhaustion more than frustration as he drove to the other side of town in blizzard like conditions to make his forth and final stop of the evening. Tonight Anna had been craving a McDonald’s double quarter pounder with cheese, bacon, and extra pickles, but she hadn’t wanted McDonald’s fries. No, she’d been craving the fries from Burger King which she had personally detested for years, but now had wanted several times in the last month for some unfathomable hormonally charged reason. And of course she hadn’t wanted pepsi or coke products for a beverage, she’d been craving a frosty from Wendy’s and now, finally, he was heading to Taco Bell on the opposite side of town to get her cinnamon twists.

He'd thought about the fortune this would have cost him in door dash or uber eats fees and for a few short moments thought about how little a price it would have been to pay when compared to the amount of exhaustion he was feeling now, crisscrossing the city, after spending a very long day at work. He didn’t have it in himself to feel frustrated though, not when Anna didn’t even ask him to brave the weather for the sake of her cravings. He wasn’t even the least bit upset that she was curled up on the couch with Sven, their overlarge cattle dog, watching emotional support reruns of crime shows that made him queasy to even think about.

He could never be upset because this was how he cared for her, and it was a very small price to pay to have Anna, his wife, the soon to be mother of his child, the love of his life, feel as comfortable and pleased as possible. Plus, he couldn’t complain when he’d also picked up his favorites from each restaurant for dinner as well. At Mcdonald’s he’d grabbed a Big Mac for himself and a burger for Sven, at Burger King he’d grabbed onion rings, at Wendy’s he’d grabbed a frosty because his wife did have excellent taste in beverages, and finally at Taco Bell he fully planned to grab himself a taco, because he didn’t share Anna’s sweet tooth and the frosty would be more than enough of a desert for him.

His truck slid a bit in the slush as he came to a stop sign, but it was easy enough to control. He’d been driving through snow and cold for years, and had mastered controlling his vehicle in winter as best as anyone really could. The car coming to the intersection from the opposite side couldn’t quite say the same, and it was simply dumb luck that they didn’t slam straight into Kristoff’s truck, but instead slammed into the curb less than a foot ahead, knocking a mailbox free from the sidewalk and causing some pretty serious dents to their vehicle.

Once the car stopped moving, Kristoff sighed, threw his truck into park, and put on his hazards. The insulating bag would do its best of course, but Kristoff had a feeling that he wouldn’t be bringing home dinner even remotely warm tonight.

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Anna had fallen asleep at some point on the couch and only woke when Sven, who had been protectively cuddling her sleeping form, leapt from the couch and ran for the front door. Anna awoke with a start, the sudden motion of the dog frightening her for a moment, before she realized that his demeanor was positive, his tail wagging as she watched him dash toward the door through her bleary sleep crusted eyes. It was a little after 7:30 according to the antique mantle clock she’d received ad a wedding gift from her sister. That frightened her more than the dog’s sudden departure from the couch. Kristoff had left at 6:00 and while she was certain that running after her cravings would take time, she couldn’t fathom it taking much more than a half an hour, let alone three times that long.

She realized that the weather must have worsened, and with great effort she bade her swollen and sore body to move from the couch and see, with much hope and anxiety in her heart, who was at the door.

She hadn’t gotten very far off the couch, wrapped in a heavy cotton blanket, when a beleaguered looking Kristoff entered the room with a bag in one hand and a drink carrier in another.

“Sorry,” he said, sounding every bit as exhausted as he looked, “there was an accident…”

“You were in an accident?” she asked before he could continue, running for him and nearly falling to the floor when she tripped on the blanket she was still mostly wrapped in.

Kristoff nearly dropped the food as he moved to catch her, but thankfully she managed to right herself before he had a chance to drop anything.

“No, no, I’m fine. I just witnessed an accident, so I helped the guy out of his car and called 911 and waited for police to come. Then I noticed how many letters on the ground were for Santa and I just… I couldn’t leave them there so I helped a cop round them up and hopefully they’ll get where they’re meant to go.”

She blinked at him for a moment, trying to understand what she was hearing.

“Letters?”

He shook his head and continued crossing the room, setting the food and drinks on their coffee table with Sven excitedly following in tow. He looked absolutely exhausted and Anna was just happy to see him home.

Kristoff sighed, “I’ll fill you in as we eat, I’m starving.”

Anna smiled in return, comforted by the knowledge that her husband had not been in a car accident trying to get her all her silly cravings. She’d never forgive herself if he’d gotten hurt on one of her whims, but she knew that he wouldn’t have even held it against her if he had.

“Okay,” she agreed, “But I’m eager to hear this story about how Kristoff Bjorgman saved Christmas for all the good little boys and girls of Arendelle.”

His dismissive exhalation made her smile, her body relaxing again into the couch, now at his side. Dinner, while cold, was everything she’d dreamed it would be and more.

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toomanybandstocare · 2 years

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{Just What I Needed, The Cars}

Program: The last day of vacation calls for a take out, sunset dinner at the beach. Through the course of the night, both lovers desperately just want to show their devotion to their partner. Whether it's capturing memories on film or sharing a soda pop.

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Couple of swears, Reader calls Nancy terms of endearment (none for reader in this one)

Length: 1192w

Counselor Notes: During my last night in Acadia, I begged my parents not really, it was very easy to convince them for a take out fish dinner by the rocky beach. And I couldn't help but think about how pretty Nancy would look bundled up and how deserves all the soft love she wants. Photos at the end for the inspo!

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The comforting smells of fried fish and homemade, blueberry pie greet you and Nancy at the little takeout shack window. Pinstripe awnings shield you from the rolling clouds above as the two of you laugh and contemplate dinner. Letter board menus spell out deliciousness that makes your mouth water.

A gentle nudge jolts you out of deep thought, and tingles blossom across your side from the joking touch. Turning away from the brightly lit shack, Nancy’s gleaming eyes and soft smile send your heart fluttering.

“Are you all set? We should get going, or we’ll miss sunset at the beach,” she points to the lilac and strawberry colored clouds.

“Shit, yeah,” you grab her hand gently tugging her over to the order window. Giddiness puts a skip in your step. “Sorry, I guess I got distracted at the thought of fresh fish,” you chuckle. Nerves dull your elated spirit momentarily at the realization you were in your own little foodie paradise leaving Nancy on her own. During date night no less.

When no one comes to the register, you ring the cowbell that chases away the intruding nerves and brings a new wave of laughter from the two of you. Watching Nancy completely relax and enjoy herself, your chest grows light with a warm fuzz.

Runaway giggles pass Nancy’s lips as she tries to compose herself behind her hand. A warm flush kisses her cheeks at the small squeeze of your hand. The old flood lights beam down on you in a hazy glow. A personal polaroid prints in her mind to put in her mental memory book.

“What can I get you two?” the owner welcomes you.

“I’ll have the bacon wrapped scallops with a side of fries,” Nancy responds with a small smile, “And three Cokes”.

“And I’ll have the haddock tenders, please,” you add when the owner places the cans of Coke down to ring you out.

As you pay, Nancy grabs two straws and finds a table under the red tent in the side lot. Sodas in hand, you join her with a teasing look, “Someone I don’t know about joining us, dear?” You hold her hand across the table and rub her cold knuckles.

“You’re the worst, I swear. That’s why Robin’s coming, surprise!” she rolls her eyes with a smirk growing on her face.

Slapping your hand to your chest in mock-disbelief, you gasp, “Nancy Wheeler! The least you could have done is give me a heads up. I would never want to third wheel your date. Should have given me a notice, so I could have made it a double date!” You shake your head as laughter tumbles from your lips, “Where did your manners wander off to, Miss Wheeler.”

Teasing exasperation drives Nancy to throw head back with a groan. She cracks the extra can and puts both the straws in the opening. “One to share while we wait, you dork,” she mumbles. Though she knows her heart and emotions are in safe hands, a flurry of nerves eats at the back of her mind and squeezes her chest. She just wants to love you the way you deserve to be loved, and if you want to have a fish dinner at the beach during sunset on the last day of vacation- she is going to make it happen.

Seeing the cogs whirring behind her eyes, you boop her nose. Nancy’s startled reaction sends laughter shaking through you, “Sounds perfect. So perfect,” you keep eye contact while you take a sip, “that I think we should make it our thing. Instead of pre-dinner cocktails? A shared soda with two straws”. You keep your voice soft to subtly combat the anxiety gnawing inside your girl.

Nancy’s loving gaze pierces through your heart and devotion roots itself in its familiar home. Seeing her look at you as if you’ve hung the stars and moon, you pledge to give Nancy Wheeler the affection and love she deserves. And you’ll give it to her one soda pop at a time if that’s what her heart wishes. Ever her loyal attendant and lover.

Were fellow patrons absolutely divided between disgust or admiration towards the oblivious fools in love? Yes. But no one else is privy to the little world the two of you have created. Except the crackling voice calling your name over the microphone to pick up your order.

Still holding hands, the pair of you wander over and toss the empty can into the recycling. Vibrant oranges and red hues streak across the sky as you hurry to the car and drive through the dark pine forests. Chasing after the fleeting last rays of sunshine for the day, you trip over roots and Nancy pulls you to the picnic table to catch their reflection over the ocean’s calm ripples.

Huddling together desperate for warmth and each other's touch, the two of you sit on top of the table and enjoy your meal with chattering teeth. You pause for a minute to observe Nancy as she loses herself in the landscape.

Her hair tied up in a ponytail, small curls fame her beautiful face.

Blue eyes twinkle, mesmerized by the awe-invoking scenery.

Bundled in your old turtleneck sweater and her jean jacket.

“If you’re going to stare this long, you might as well take a photo,” Nancy says behind her hand as she finishes her bite. Her teasing side eye sends a challenge.

Shooting her a smirk, you quickly pull the camera up by the straps resting around your neck and steal a shot, “Thanks for the idea, dear.”

“You have to get rid of it, if it doesn’t look good,” she shrieks and hurriedly tries to grab the developing photo. Her body presses against your own leaving no space and stoking the growing flames between you two.

Carefully balancing your dinner and keeping the photo out Nancy's reach, you lightly push her back with your elbow. “Fat chance, Wheeler,” you press a chaste kiss to her parted lips before peeking at the photo.

Nancy’s pleas drown in the ocean’s roar. Everything seems to dull and blur around you while your attention is captured by the stunning snapshot of Nancy looking at you in adoration with the final rays of sun glowing behind her past the forest line. Her hair tickles her face in frozen movement with a teasing look painted across her face. Yeah, no way in hell you’re getting rid of this masterpiece.

“You know, you can look at the real thing in person. Not some lousy candid,” Nancy’s defeated glower breaks past the radio static block in your mind. Snapping out of your trance, you rush to scatter a trail of kisses across her cheek bone and turn her head to face you once more to press a tender kiss to her pouty lips.

“Sorry, pretty girl. You just always manage to render me speechless,” you chuckle while showing her your new favorite piece of artwork.

Reaching into your jacket, you pull out your wallet and tuck the polaroid in one of the slots: “There. A pocket portrait of my girl to keep close everyday”.

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talia-rumlow · 2 years

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My Brother´s Best Friend (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Four - You´ll Never Understand Him!

He casually slides into the both opposite you. Looks at you. You look away. Why did he have to start this game?

After a while a sweet blonde young lady comes over to you. She looks at Rumlow, almost doesn’t notice you. Of course. He has that effect on people. You remember. Fuck, how you remember.

– Can I take your order?

Rumlow looks at you again. Clears his throat.

– What du you want, sweetheart?

You look up at him, but you don’t answer. Then you look away again. Rumlow turns to the waiter.

– Two burgers, with a side of fries!

The waiter writes your order down.

– Great! Good choice! Anything to drink?

– Two cokes on the rocks….

He looks at you again.

– …… With a twist!

You must look like a question mark. You don’t dare to look directly at him, so instead you follow the waiter with your eyes.

– What, that’s what you drink, isn’t it?

– What?

– Coke on the rocks, with a twist. Did I get it wrong?

No, he didn’t get it wrong. Infact he got it so right it scares you. How could he possibly remember such a small detail? Of course he didn’t. Jack must have told him. But why?

– No, you’re all good!

– Good!

You don’t say anything else. What can you say? Did he ask Jack about you, or did Jack share? It’s been 15 years. There is no way he remembers. No way! You remember though. Everything, you remember everything.

You were 18. Not even old enough to drink, not that that ever stopped you from doing so. And when Jack came back home, he brought you along. He was nice that way. Managed to get you into places, and got you drinks. That particular night, he gave you a few too many. And then….. Brock was there. 24 years old, and muscular. Just like you liked them. Like them.

Jack had already gone to bed, when you sat down in the couch next to him. Sipping that last drink. You remember how his eyes burned into your skin. How his fingers brushed over yours. Careful not to force himself on you, treading the water. Slowly. Moving closer, until he could place his arm around you. How you felt the electricity, the thrill. He was older, more experienced, and fricking good looking.

You remember how you turned your head towards him, and how his lips met yours. How he pulled you up into his lap, and how your clothes just disappeared. It was magical.

How he explored every bit of your body with his hands and his tongue. The first time someone went down on you. Just thinking about it makes you shiver. How amazing it was. How good he was. Considerate. Careful. Constantly asking if you were OK.

He was so careful entering you. Not like you expected at all. You kinda thought he was a rough guy. Not a care in the world. You can still feel his breath on you, if you concentrate enough.

But the next morning, he acted like he almost didn’t know you. And you didn’t try to talk to him. Why would you? He was 6 years older than you, and could probably sleep with whoever he wanted. You were just a fling, a pastime. And now you haven’t talked in 15 years, and he behaves like this. You’ll never understand him.

– Hey, YN! Your food is going to get cold!

His voice drags you back to reality. You look up at him. He looks older. But still good looking. Do you want him? No, YN. You’re done with him! He slept with you, and then didn’t care. You’re done with him. Done, YN. Done!

You don’t look at him, you don’t dare to. What if you blush? There is no way in hell you’re going to tell him that you remember every little detail about that night. No fucking way!

– You haven’t said anything in like 20 minutes! Something wrong?

He talks while chewing his food. Like he want’s to know right away, can’t even wait.

– Chew up, before you talk… Please..

You don’t look up now either. God. You’re about to go on a three day, if not more, roadtrip with this guy, and you can’t even look at him. You should have said no, YN! You really should have said no. What the hell were you thinking, when you agreed to this? That he would somehow magically remember, wrap his arms around you and declare his undying love for you. Jeez, how pathetic!

– YN! Are you OK?

Forget it, YN! Forget him, forget that night. Just forget it. He is 6 years older than you, and your brother’s best friend LET. IT. GO! Finally you manage to look up at him.

– What.. I’m super! You?

– Good! I…. I’m good.

– Great..

It sounds forced probably because it is. You’re totally NOT ok! Not by a longshot. You’ve GOT to learn how to deal with him, YN! You’re just gonna have to.

Rumlow gets up. You look down at your burger. You haven’t even touched it.

– Take it to go, YN! I want to get to where we’ll be sleeping tonight. Time to hit the road again.

You don’t say anything, you just follow him out to the car. This time you get into the passenger seat. Rumlow starts the car, and then sends you a smile.

– Scared I’ll clamp down the breaks again huh?

You glace at him, before you reach into the backseat, grabbing you air-pods and your book.

– My shoulder still hurts, you know.

Rumlow puts the car in gear, and you hit the road again.

– I did warn you!

– Shut up, Brock!

You turn the music on again and continue to read your book. You can feel him glancing over at you from time to time. But you focus on the book. You don’t want to meet his eyes. You don’t even want to think about him. You curse at 18 year old you. You should never have done it. Never! Fuck!

You’re so wrapped in your book, that you don’t realise that it’s dark, when Rumlow parks the car.

– I’ll check in. You just read your porn!

You look up at him. Close the book.

– IT’S EROTICA!

– Whatever…

He leaves the car. You look around. A sign that says Motel, and vacancy. Great, he brought you to a sleazy motel, in the middle of nowhere like a fucking scary movie. Or a cheap porn. God!

You exit the car, and get your stuff together. He returns with a concerned expression on his face.

– Time for bed, beautiful!

– Give it a rest, Brock. And give me my Key!

He looks down.

– Yeah.. Err.. That’s the thing.. They only have one room.

– Come on, Brock. Enough with the jokes. Key! I’m tired!

– I’m not joking, YN!

This is beyond perfect. JESUS!

– Fine.. I’ll sleep in the car!

You grab the door. Rumlow grabs your arm.

– YN! Don’t be ridiculous. I’m sure we can make it work. We’ll just… Push the beds apart.

– Arrg… Perfect.

He locks the car. And then you find the room. You’re angry. And frustrated. You were NOT going to think about that, and now you’ll be fucking sleeping in the same bed.

You sit down on the couch, while Rumlow takes a hold of the bedframe.

– See, YN. We’ll just do like this..

He tries to drag the beds apart. Nothing is happening. He gives it one more try.

– No, we don’t…

He lifts up the mattress.

– Fucking screwed together.

You put your face in your hands. And scream your frustration into them. Then you look back up at Rumlow.

– I’ll sleep on the couch. Throw me a blanket.. And a pillow..

Rumlow laughs.

– There is no way I’m getting to New York and tell your brother that I brought you to a sleazy Motel, and had you sleeping on the couch. Forget it, YN!

You laugh back at him.

– But telling him you slept in the same bed as me in a sleazy motel is like totally fine?

Rumlow sits down on the bed.

– I’m not sleeping next to you. I’ll be sleeping all the way over on this side, and you’ll be sleeping all the way over on that side. I won’t even look at you.

– God, damn it!!

You throw your bag at the bedpost, before falling stomach down on the bed, hiding your face in the pillows.

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the-lone-writer94 · 3 months

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We'll Meet Again (Part 4)

Rex Brown x Female Reader

Summary: You and Rex have decided to continue this relationship despite all odds. But the problem is... secrets always have a way of coming out...

Age rating: 18+

Word count: 2,002

Note: A shorter chapter than usual.

My finger rested upon the bridge of my black shades. I groaned, feeling like a fucking asshole for having shades on at night, but anything I could possibly find to conceal my face.

I had managed to rummage a beat up diner which was about an hour away from town, where I parked outside and awaited Rex's arrival. I peered down at my wristwatch, and pulled a face as he was a couple of minutes late and I grew worried.

Sneaking around with Rex certainly hadn’t been easy, we lived in such a small town where everyone just knew each other, that it was impossible to step outside without running into someone. Often, we had managed to hang out at the Fotomat kiosk after hours, but that place was about one square foot, we could hardly even extend our legs straight.

Just then, in the distance I recognized Rex’s car as he pulled into the parking lot, as he halted beside my car. I took off the shades and flung them onto the dashboard, as I removed myself from the car.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said as he ran his fingers through his hair and walked around his car to join me. “I ran into Vinnie when I was filling up the car, and he was going the same direction I was. I ended up having to drive to Plano before I circled back.”

“Oh my god.”

“It’s cool,” he said, before he planted a kiss on my lips.

“Well, I doubt anyone will find us in this shithole.”

Rex’s gaze drifted over the diner, which was in a metallic trailer, with rust forming at the bottom. The concrete on the parking lot was covered in cracks, with broken bottles and old tires scattered around.

“If they do come here, then they’re psychos.” Rex commented.

I chuckled. “Come on.” I said, as Rex wrapped his arm around me and we made our way towards the diner.

The moment we stepped over the threshold, the whiff of cigarette smoke and burnt coffee filled the room. There were about three people scattered in the boxy diner, as Rex and I took a booth seat near the window.

Briefly, I placed my hands on the table before I realized the stickiness on the red checkered vinyl tablecloth and pulled a face, immediately retreating. Rex took the seat opposite me, but it wasn’t long until bits of debris from the ceiling descended upon him. He flinched, before he got up and sat beside me.

Just then, a woman in her fifties emerged, she had salt and pepper short hair, and wore a baby blue dress with a name tag just on the left side of her chest which read, Ruth. Lines had formed across the edges of her eyes and just adjacent to her mouth. A faint layer of black eyeliner was painted across her eyelids, but was covered with a pair of gold framed spectacles.

A cigarette hung just between her lips and she placed two laminated menus before us.

“You kids just tell me when you’re ready to order.” She announced, before she stalked off.

“Friendly service.” I commented.

A twinge of a smile formed on Rex’s mouth before we inspected the menus before us. “There’s a lot of typos on these menus.”

“Or do you really think they have mobster soup?”

Rex chuckled. “I’m dying to try out the ultimate crap burger.”

“The menu is very seafood based.”

“I wouldn’t get seafood from a place like this. You’d be shitting all week.”

I pursed my lips. “Probably the safest option is just to get some fries and cokes?” I suggested.

Rex shrugged. “That sounds good,” he spun and raised his hand, “excuse me!”

Within seconds, Ruth returned to our table. Her piercing eyes seared a burning hole into us, and I averted my stare. “Could we just get two plates of fries and two cokes please?”

“Alright.” She responded in an emotionless tone, before she turned away again.

“So how are things going with the new album?” I asked.

“It’s good… the old man is gonna book us on a tour soon.”

“That sounds like fun.”

“Yeah, thirteen hours stuck on the road with a bunch of guys in a tiny tour bus, I can’t wait.” Rex said sarcastically.

“Well, still you get to tour,” I commented and flipped a strand of my hair away from my face, “my mom’s just been badgering me about why I’m constantly sitting around the house.” I said, and then immediately regretted it. I shook my head, “sorry- you don’t need to hear me whine.”

“No, no.” He reassured me. “I’m just glad we’ve finally got some alone time together.”

“That, for sure.”

“I’ve missed you though.” He said as he nudged closer towards me, his arm wrapped around me.

“Same. Band practice has just been intense these days.” I explained, trying not to utter Billy’s name.

“Well we’ve got all the time now.” He said, before he lowered his head and planted a kiss on the side of my neck.

I giggled.

Rex continued to leave a trail of kisses, before I turned and our mouths found each other. My lips parted and he slipped his tongue into me. Then, I felt Rex’s hand graze against my bare thigh.

I moaned into him, he drew back. His face was only a mere inch away from me. “I’ve been waiting all week for this.” He breathed, as I felt his hot breath caress my skin.

Slowly, his hand found its way under my skirt. I held my breath, as my heart pounded against my chest. He smirked, as his fingers hooked into the elastic waistband of my panties. My mind raced, as I could only predict what was going to happen.

All of a sudden, Rex paused, his fingers lingered on the waistband. “Can I?” He asked, his tone was low and soft.

I nodded, unable to conjure up the words.

His hand gripped onto my thigh as he guided them open allowing him access, then he pressed his fingertips over my entrance as he began to massage the area, going in circles through the fabric.

I was suddenly very conscious about the fact that there was only a tablecloth that acted as a barrier underneath our unvirtuous act. Yet at that moment, I couldn’t care less, being utterly possessed with desire and passion, I allowed Rex to do as he pleased with me.

Rex’s fingers continued to go in circular motions as he increased the speed. My breathing quickened, and I gripped onto the edge of the table, trying hard to not squirm. A devious smile flashed across Rex’s face, as he watched me with desire filled in his eyes.

My breathing quickened, as Rex fastened his pace, his hand continued going in circular motions against me. Then, his fingers went up and down, and down and up as he continued to stroke my entrance and I felt the wetness down below.

“Oh god,” I moaned.

“Shh. Try to keep it down baby, we are in public after all.” He teased.

I threw my head back, as my hand continued to grip down onto the edge of the table, as I slowly allowed myself to be lost in the pleasure. Just then, my gaze drifted over towards the window where I recognized two familiar faces.

I gasped.

Rex stared at me in bewilderment. “Shit! It’s Billy!”

“What?” He asked in confusion.

Rex retreated his hand as he got up. “No! Billy’s coming in, he’ll see you.” I yelled, as the adrenaline began to course through me. “Hide under the table.”

“Fuck man.” He muttered as he slid down underneath the table.

Billy stepped into the diner, immediately his eyes locked with mine. He cocked his head to the side as he approached my table. “Hey.” He asked.

“Hey, what’s up? I’m surprised to see you here.”

Billy stuttered. “Yeah- hmm, I was just in the neighborhood,” he answered, as a small petite blonde girl joined him.

My eyes narrowed at the resemblance she bore with someone. Suddenly, realization struck me. “Aren’t you Tom’s sister?” I asked, as I pointed at her.

The girl averted her gaze and Billy cleared his throat. “Yeah… she is, we ran into each other and we got a bit hungry.”

At that moment, Ruth stepped towards my table as she set down the tray which contained two plates of fries and two cokes, before she stalked off.

Billy raised an eyebrow. “I’m really hungry too.” I commented.

“Uh-huh.” He said.

All of a sudden, I lurched forward as I felt Rex’s hand on my entrance, as he moved in circular motions again.

Billy’s brows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I squealed, as I tried my best to repress the thoughts and control myself.

“Well, we’re just gonna eat and then we’ll be outta here… I’d rather you didn’t say anything to Tom.” Billy said, as he stared deep into my eyes.

“Of course.” I said between gritted teeth.

Once Billy and the girl had stalked off, I patted underneath the table cloth trying to motion Rex to stop. We were trapped here like rats.

I waved at Ruth as I tried to grasp for her attention. She pulled a face and dragged her feet towards me.

“Yes?” She asked in a monotone voice.

“I will literally give you ten bucks if you can help us get outta here without that guy over there seeing us.” I said to her in a low tone, as I carefully pointed behind me.

Ruth’s eyes narrowed at me. “I’ll open up a table cloth and you and ya boy can run off.”

“Oh my god, thank you so much.”

“It’s not my first time doing this.”

“What?”

Ruth smirked. “This place. It’s where all the cheaters or couples who can’t be seen come to.”

I felt my cheeks flush. I slammed down the money onto the table, as Ruth returned with a tablecloth as she opened it up creating a safe haven for Rex and I to escape.

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The moment I returned home, I threw my jacket angrily on the couch, as I stalked towards the kitchen and proceeded to make myself a PB&J sandwich. After the disaster that had unfolded at the diner earlier, I was in no mood.

In the distance, I heard the thudding sounds of footsteps, as I cocked my head to the side and watched as my mom emerged.

“Hey, what are you doing back home so early? I thought you were gonna stay over at Scarlet’s.” My mom inquired. Something I had made up and told my mom earlier.

I groaned. “Yeah, Scarlet bailed.” I lied.

“Oh.”

My gaze drifted over towards the suitcase that had sat beside the couch. “What is that?” I asked, as I gestured towards the suitcase.

“I’ve gotta go to Vermont for a few days, it’s a work thing.”

My eyes widened, as I tried to remain cool, repressing the temptation to jump up into the air. “Oh, that’s sudden.”

“Yeah, I fly in the morning.” My mom said, then added, “well, I’m gonna go to bed now. You don’t stay up too late,” she ordered, “I’ve also made a batch of stew and put them in the freezer, I don’t want you loading up on pizza whilst I’m gone.”

“Of course, thanks mom.”

“Alright, be good.” She said as she stepped towards me and placed a kiss on my cheek before stalking off.

Not able to contain my excitement any longer, I lunged towards the phone in the living room and dialed in the number to the Abbott house.

After several rings, a familiar voice answered.

“Rex.” I said.

“Yeah, hey- I was just about to call you. The diner earlier-”

I shook my head. “Listen Rex, it’s fine,” I cut him off, “my mom’s going to be out of town. Do you want to come over to my house tomorrow night?”

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Runaway Wolf - Chapter 13a

*Warning Adult Content*

Levi Blackman

Rogue. Loner. Those were the things that were going through my head as I finally drove out of California and crossed the state lines of Oregon but there was no way I could stop here.

The Blue Moon pack was way to close and I would never put them at risk like this.

Which meant my whole life I had to leave behind, my friends and family but it was for the best because I would only get them hurt in the end and I couldn’t have that on my hands.

I already took Matthew’s life… I cringed at the thought and a lump filled my throat.

How could this be, I never suspected a thing.

He seemed to really care from me and I him, I could never get rid of the image of the way he lay at my feet his eyes open and lifeless or the sound of the deafening crack of his neck.

And just to thing only a few weeks ago we were laughing and joking around, making love and enjoy life but the whole time he was a hunter.

Dangerous to me and everyone back home if I had introduced him to anyone at Blue Moon.

Sighing I drove through dense tree areas, where our pack was hidden somewhere in.

I glanced over at Kyle who was sleeping with his head resting against the glass window.

He had drifted off about twenty minutes ago and I wished I could as well but I was too wired as I constantly glanced in the review and side mirrors watching out for any cars that seem to be following but we were safe at the moment.

I should seriously leave Kyle here with his family, they could probably help him remember but some selfish part of me deep down refused to let him go again.

I watched him shift in his sleep and I couldn’t help but admire his beauty.

His growing blonde hair fell in his face.

His slightly opened lips were so thick I couldn’t help remembering them on mine, how soft they were, how moist and warm they had been.

I closed my eyes for a second before glancing back out the windshield.

Stop, I scowled myself.

My boyfriend was just killed… by me and now I’m fantasizing about kissing Kyle.

I was so screwed up.

I could feel Kyle’s eye on me for a while now and it was starting to make me nervous.

I shifted in my seat keeping my eyes on the darkening road as the sun went down.

“Can you stop?” I spoke finally after hours on the road, unable to take it anymore.

“What?” his deep voice sounded beside me and shiver ran down my spine.

I closed my eyes relishing in the sexy and mystifying tone.

A delicious hum started in my body as I tried my hardest to focus back on the drive.

“Stop staring at me please,” I whispered huskily.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize,” he sounded embarrassed and I couldn’t help but smile a bit at his innocence.

He was so different from the old Kyle I knew, it was wrong but I loved this Kyle a lot more than the old one.

The car was quiet once again as I pulled into a Wendy’s drive through as we passed into a small town on the outskirts of Oregon.

I heard both mine and Kyle’s stomach for the last couple hours.

We hadn’t really had anything decent since yesterday at olive garden.

“Do you want something?” I asked glancing at Kyle.

“It doesn’t matter what. Just get some food, please,” he whined and I laughed lightly.

“Welcome to Wendy’s what can I get for you today” a male voice asked over the intercom.

“Yeah can I get two number five combos, a large fry with a cheeseburger and two large cokes and water.”

“Alright, please pull up to the window.”

I did as asked and paid for the food.

I drove back on the street but pulled off to the side when I was in the cover of some trees.

The car smelt delicious as I settled down cut the engine and dug into the bag.

Kyle was already stuffing his face with food and I shook my head.

I reached into the bag for the cheeseburger and large fry and turned backwards to lay the now ripped bag on the backseat and pour the fries on it for the wolf and set the box with the burger beside it.

He quickly dug into the food with a ravenous behavior.

Once the wolf was eating I did the same.

The car was filled with sounds of chomping and smacking as we dug into our food.

I was so hungry I swear my stomach was touching my back.

Too quickly, my meal was gone, along with Kyle’s... it didn’t fill us but it did the trick for the moment.

The pup was already done by the time either of us were finished.

I stepped out of the car to open the door for the wolf and he zoomed out and into the woods we were parked by.

“Well he had to go. Didn’t he?” I muttered.

“I would imagine we’ve been cramped in that damn car for a hours. In fact I have to go to,” Kyle said and turned to walk in the woods too.

I did the same but kept my ears and eyes on the distance wary of staying to long in one spot.

Hunters were persistent bastards with the right equipment and resources to find us.

Before long we were back on the road driving to who know where.

I groggily pulled over on the side of the road once again after almost all night out on the road and into the early morning.

I could barely keep my eyes open since I’ve practically be awake for two days straight.

I glanced down at my gas and realized I was almost on empty.

“Why are we stopping?” Kyle asked.

“Because I’m about to pass out,” I muttered.

He had at least ten hour of sleep while I’ve been drive all freaking day and night.

“Well what are we going to do?” he asked glancing around the window into the dark deserted highway of Washington.

We had just left Oregon an couple hour back.

“First... we need to find a gas station and second... a nice place to park and sleep,” I stated rubbing my eyes drowsily and stifled a yawn.

After a few minutes I was about to pull back out on the road when Kyle stopped me.

“I can drive,” his offer was very hesitant so I glanced at him.

“Do you remember how?”

He shook his head.

“No but I’ve been watching you and it doesn’t seem, all that hard,” he said, shrugging.

I pondered for a moment... I really didn’t want him wrecking my car but I was so tired I was about to collapse so I took a BIG chance and nodded getting out of the car.

Kyle did the same and we switched seats.

Buckling in I watched him do the same and pointed at all the things he needed know.

“That is the brake, this is the gas and right here is the stick you can put it in drive and park or reverse to go backwards. This is the speedometer it tells you how fast you’re going, the signs on the road will tell you the limits you need to keep the car at. Okay? Don’t go over or under or we’ll be pulled over by a nosy cop. Alright?”

He only nodded at what I said paying attention to everything I pointed at so I was hopeful we wouldn’t be stuck in a ditch somewhere.

“Now... look for a gas station.”

He nodded and put the car in drive pulling back out on the road.

The ride was a little bumpy in the beginning but it smoothed out after about a few miles as he got use to it.

I tried to stay up the longest I could helping him search for a gas station but when it was taking too long I just pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to him and told him to fill the tank before I fell asleep.

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I looooove Bacardi. Can you get me a Bacardi and coke? And one for yourself? It'll be the best drink you've ever had, I swear. She gets more comfortable on her towel, rolling onto her back. I'm a perennial party-goer, not a thrower! My place isn't really built for it. It's a pretty big apartment, but it's not a mansion or anything... How about you? You like parties? Are you a good host?

Ah, my size co+mes to+ my advantage. As so+o+n as I start the arduo+us pro+cess o+f getting back up, a white-shirted attendant appears by my side. They're used to+ this by no+w.

"Yeah, can I get two+ Bacardi and co+kes? Superio+r-" I thro+w a glance at Alice, giving her a tiny smirk. "-and make them do+ubles. And a plate o+f garlic fries to+ share, please. O+n the, uh,"

I swallo+w. Ah dear. "O+n the 'baby' tab."

Thank go+d they do+n't ask any mo+re questio+ns. I try no+t to+ let my fluttering heart sho+w as the staff member walks o+ff, happily grunting back o+nto+ the gro+und.

"Mm, parties... I lo+ve to+ party, I like to+ go+ o+ut clubbing when I can. My place is a little small to+ do+ much mo+re than a bo+ard game night, tho+ugh... but yo+u already kno+w I lo+ve to+ co+o+k, there's ALWAYS snacks available fo+r visito+rs."

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I feel more nervous about money than i do about paragliding

Mierenneuker - ant fucker: someone too focused on small insignificant details

Mela pela - no fucks given

El que tenga miedo que no nazca - if you’re scared to die, dont be born

“She’s more the heart and im more the brain”

“People are like shooting stars while traveling, they shine brightly past you and then they’re gone”

“I dont think I’d be able to make sense of the things that i see and experience without writing and shooting”

“PLEASE someone put a banana in me…

- on the topic of fried plantains

“I think its quite cute. I find myself cute”

“Turns out you actually have to search for the people you like”

“Dumb and dumber but we’re just taking turns swapping who’s who

I hope i dont get used to it all

None of the best times of my life have ever come without doubts and regrets. The hindsight is always positive on those memories while the future is still bright

“Yeah some people are definitely profiting off of second wave feminism”

“Like trans men”

“French men?”

“TRANS MEN. But probably Frenchmen too”

Anyone with a head on their shoulders and a heart in their chest will agree that meeting someone on the same wavelength as you is a feeling that is very hard to beat.

Today consisted of finding a bus that wasn’t on google, crossing a border with no idea what legality was require, subsequently received no stamp in my passport which I suspect will eventually be a problem, no actual currency for the new country, no sim card and no idea how to find a place to stay, eventually borrowing some lads phone to maps myself to a hostel, walking there from memory, got circled and nearly attacked by dogs on a back alley dirt road then arriving at the hostel to discover some friends from Guat here.

And now, tomorrow I am apparently riding on the back of a motorbike with a british girl who’s never ridden a motorbike before and also never driven on the wrong side of the road before going to hike up a waterfall.

Another day in the fuckin life hey

How do you go back to reality after charming taco stands at 1am on a Tuesday with strangers, hammocks on a remote beach and surfing till your shorts tear, strange small towns on the way to somewhere else and big fuckoff cities full of class and grandeur, a volcano erupting during a lightning storm, people you share years of experience with but have known for a week and fighting off dogs to get to the home you’ve never been and everything else that happens in a day away from what you thought you knew.

“My bank wouldn’t give me a new card so I joined the cartel”

“Jacque really taught me that wisdom is knowing when to break the rules”

“Just dootdododootdoing my way down the continent!”

“Thank Something” - when ur not sure what god looks like

You just learn things you didn’t know you had to learn

Things you didn’t know you needed to know

My vans be lookin a lil worse for wear these days but i know they smilin.

And so am i.

We seen some shit together.

“Oh i love Tim! He made me smoke human ashes!

It was his best mate and we smoked him”

“You speak dutch?”

“Sweetie im from belgium”

“Why dont you speak waffle then”

If you know three languages its because you have to swear in a lot of them

“Yeah whenever i feel shit while traveling i just call home and that reminds me how good I’ve got it. It feels very weird to feel shit about nothing but thats sometimes good to remind yourself of it”

“If you cut me open and took a pint of my blood, id probably still drink it because it’s a pint”

“I need to move out here! Everyone just vibin!”

“Do you reckon it ever packs out?”

“Maybe on weekends?”

“It’s Saturday…”

“I find you a bit annoying”

“Thats ok. I really dont give a fuck”

“I want sticky pants” - on chasing surf

“The coke can of the energy levels has been open a lil too long”

Whats the difference between god and a surgeon?

God knows he’s not a surgeon

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im here to request again !! aahhmm can i request how will hq boys react if their s/o called them 'their husband' while ordering through a drive thru?? again i like to say i love your writing ❤️❤️

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTION WHEN YOU SUDDENLY CALL THEM YOUR HUSBAND

with: timeskip! suna, ushijima, oikawa, akaashi

notes: fluff! ❤️❤️ anon i love u so much!!!! also, i added a few other scenarios here but put the drive-thru one for suna~ ur prompts are so cute btw ;;

❊ SUNA scans the menu from your side of the window thinking of what to get. it's way past dinnertime and nothing about fast food in the middle of the night screams healthy but these spontaneous little drive-thru trips with you are just too precious to pass up.

a voice from the intercom suddenly shakes him from his thoughts, "welcome to wackdonald's, what can i get for ya?"

you turn the car radio down and move your head closer to the window, "um, i'll just get the fries and..." you trail off turning to your boyfriend, "rin what are you getting?"

suna squints at the menu again and hums, "just the cheeseburger and some coke." he says before slumping back down on his seat and busying himself with his phone. you glance at him and smirk, a silly little idea popping into your head.

you clear your throat making sure that he'll hear you, "uh-hu, and my husband will get the cheeseburger happy meal." and as you expected, his head shoots up from his phone in surprise. you choose to ignore him, suppressing your giggles, and continue to drive to collect and pay for your order.

you thank the crew with a smile as they give you the bag with your food and hand suna his happy meal, "what's wrong, rin?"

he looks away almost instantly and mumbles, "nothing." you bite your lip, his little frown and pout is making it impossible for you to keep your act up, "why'd ya get me a happy meal?" he asks.

you shrug as you drive off the restaurant, "just because..." finally you give in, letting a chuckle slip your lips, "...my husband deserves it." suna's head whips to you, and as soon as he sees that little smirk on your face he rolls his eyes, a flustered blush creeping on his cheeks.

❊ USHIJIMA takes a handful of onions from a stall and chirpily places it in your basket. he's lost in his own little world, inspecting vegetables and thinking of what to cook for you tonight. "look at this y/n," he reaches for a fresh cabbage and shows you, "it's newly harvested." your eyes dart from the cabbage and at your smiling boyfriend, your weekly rendezvous to the farmer's market never fails to put him in the best mood.

you take the cabbage from his hand and grin, "something with this for dinner later then?" he nods his head and continues his shopping.

you walk up to the lady minding the stall and pay for your goods and she gives you a big smile, "your husband sure knows his vegetables." she chuckles as she eyes ushijima, who suddenly finds himself listening in your little conversation.

a smile tugs at your lips, "ah, yes. my husband loves coming here." the words slip from your mouth and ring just right in your ear.

you thank the lady and get ready to leave when ushijima suddenly takes a set of carrots and puts them in your basket, "we'll also be taking these," he points to the carrots and passes the lady his payment.

"ooh, looks like dinner will be good!" the lady chirps as she returns his change.

ushijima nods, a pleased grin on his face, "yes, i will be making vegetable stir fry for my wife later."

❊ OIKAWA nervously clears his throat and fixes his hair for the hundredth time in the past hour. you suppress a small laugh and snake your hands up to his hair, fixing it yourself. "you'll do fine, tooru. don't worry."

he lets out an anxious sigh but grins at your touch, "well i am meeting the rest of your family for the first time today-"

"-y/n!" a kid calls for you, waving their little hands excitedly.

you shoot them a smile and wave back, "that's my nephew/niece," you tell oikawa and take his hand, leading him up the front door.

your nephew/niece stares up at your boyfriend with this little sparkle of wonder in their eyes as they gasp, "whoa!" they giddily look him up and down then shoot you a grin, "your husband is really tall!"

you snort out a laugh, "right? my husband's a volleyball player!" you beam.

your nephew/niece gasps again and you feel oikawa's shoulder tense up, "cool! can you teach me?" they ask him with anticipation and he gives them a big grin nodding his head, "of course!"

you couldn't help but smile and wonder why he was ever nervous about meeting your family when he's such a natural, "why don't we go inside? everyone's probably waiting." the kid nods and runs inside the house.

just as the two of you head inside, he pulls you in and whispers, "you didn't correct them..." he clears his throat, "about the husband thing..."

you tilt your head playfully, "hm? did you want me to?"

oikawa's features suddenly light up and his usual smirk finds its way back on his lips, "hmmm..." he trails off teasingly and confidently takes your hand in his, "nope, i'd rather you not."

❊ AKAASHI silently stands beside you with his hands clasped together behind his back, patiently waiting for you to finish your little conversation with an old friend.

"oh! i don't think we've met yet," your friend extends a hand to him and they shake, exchanging small smiles.

"oh! this is my..." you trail off, glancing at akaashi who wears his usual friendly grin. you bite your tongue, the urge to tease him just for fun crosses your mind. and without thinking much, you decide to do just that.

you carefully watch his expression before beaming, "...husband, keiji!"

there are two akaashi's you love: a smiling akaashi and a very very flustered akaashi.

and like on cue, his cheeks flush the deepest hue of red and you couldn't help but giggle, smitten like a kitten.

you exchange more small talk with your friend before you part ways. and when the both of you were far away enough, he pokes your arm and pouts, "what was that for?"

you hum in pretend thought, "i don't know..." you look up at him and flash him that smirk he can never resist, "just felt like it?"

he sighs running his fingers through his hair then adjusts his glasses, a lovable habit, "this is troublesome, y/n."

"hm?" you stop walking, confused by his sudden remark.

he turns to you, it was his turn to flash you a smirk, one he knows you can never resist, "i have to marry you now to keep up with your little act."

p.s.: aaaaa i love doing prompts sm,, so don't be shy send them in! also im so sorry these took so long uni is killing me ;;

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