#you have to give away your dogs and also he's gonna sleep in your room and aLSO i'm physically affectionate with him like i'm not with you!!

[omgeto]

☆ R U GONNA STAY THE NIGHT? — fratboy!GETO SUGURU

summary:geto suguru, 'top dog' on campus, is used to ploughing through all the ditzy little freshmen without any concern for their feelings. but now his biggest challenge, is you, and it's not getting you in his bed, its getting you to stay in it.

wc: 4k (look guys I did it)

cw: afab!reader, all types of fucking, masturbation, you ride his dick, you ride his face, he gives you like two spanks, he's kinda whiny but then at the same time not. you both think you're the boss of this situationship and you are both wrong. MDNI slight angst if you squint, or maybe angst angst idk

an: first fic in 10 days, is this what you call a comeback? idk but I hope you enjoy whatever this is I TRIED OKAY I TRIED! Also thanks bae @kazushawty for betaing some and bullying me in our chats

sleeping with a frat bro wasn’t on your to do list during your freshman year, but there is something about geto suguru that you just can’t shake. you thought that you were one of many, after hearing all the rumours about him that spread throughout campus and that didn’t phase you as long as he could get you off, you didn’t care what else he did. but little did you know he is all about you and he is finally gonna let that be known tonight.

"excuse me," a whisper brushes against your ear, a deep, low hum that sends shivers down your spine. hands press lightly on your waist, shifting you ever so slightly. you glance over your shoulder, eyebrows furrowing when you realise there is more than enough room for the person to pass. it's geto suguru, and you shoot him a withering glare.

"what's the problem?" he asks, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he observes the hard look you're giving him. but instead of answering, you simply turn away, refusing to acknowledge his presence.

geto, undeterred by your cold response, takes a step closer. his presence is magnetic, and you can feel the heat of his body inches from yours. the music pulses around you, the crowd dancing and laughing, but all you can focus on is him.

“y’know me” he leans in, his breath warm against your ear, and his voice drops to a seductive murmur. "can’t resist the opportunity to get a little closer to you."

“oh fuck off geto,” you hiss, but your words had no real bite, you move your elbow to try and deter him but his stance remains fixed behind you.

“you’re a hard woman to please,” he sighs, with mock sadness, “but as frat president i can’t have one of my party guest having a bad time at one of my parties can i?”

“maybe you just aren’t trying hard enough,” you retort quickly, finally turning around to face him head on, a teasing smirk appearing on your face, “what would you know about pleasing me?”

“i think we both know what i know about pleasing you,” he offers his hand out, “c’mon let me show you a good time.” you hesitate, seeing the spark in his eyes and he puts his hand out further, urging you to take it. you close your eyes swiftly, taking a deep breath before letting him drag you into the crowd of people.

geto hand remains a reassuring hold as he drags you through the sea of intoxicated dancers. he pulls you into him, his dick already bricked up as brings it to your ass, your turn your head and raise your eyebrow, and he flashes a smile in return his hands sliding down to hold your hips as he starts to gyrate against you. you quickly match his pace, throwing back your ass, your hips swaying in time with geto and the music.

he places his hand at the small of your back, forcing you to bend slightly, as he widens his stance and forces his body into your further. your mouth parts, at the contact, and you smile at the feeling — geto suguru actually has rhythm. he’s quick to pull you up, peppering light kisses against your face as he grinds into you.

his arm hooks around your neck in a gentle but firm hold, as he bends down to your ear, his lips whispering words only meant for you, as he continues to rub his clothed dick in the crook of your ass. geto manoeuvres his hands up and down your body, his fingers teasingly toying with your tits, as he explores all you, right on the dance floor.

you could feel the heat between your legs grow, so you pull away from geto turning around to face him, his hands coming down to hold you close to him as if he was afraid you'd run away. “not bad huh?” he asks, knowing that you feel the exact same as he does, you both didn’t even notice all the eyes on you, as the crowd of partygoers just witnessed you almost fuck on the dance floor.

before you could even respond, you could feel the wind being knocked out of you as a broad chest collides right into you. geto keeps you upright, so you don’t fall on your ass and places you behind him as he steps to the person responsible for almost knocking you over. 

as the fog of the moment clears, you see the cause of the commotion—gojo satoru, geto's best friend, is in a blissful state of drunkenness, a wide grin plastered across his face.

"heeeeyy, suguru," gojo greets loudly, his bleary eyes darting between the two of you. "is this you, yeah?" his words slur slightly, but it's clear he's trying to figure out the situation. geto doesn't respond verbally, but the subtle smirk on his face and the bashful look on yours speak volumes. "you know what we could do to make this night greater," gojo announces with an exaggerated flourish.

geto sighs, on a usual day he’s all up for entertaining his friend but tonight all he wants to do is entertain you. “what is it satoru?”

“shots!” he cheers, looking around the room to be completely ignored, in too much of a drunken state to even notice, “c’mon sugu, you love shots, you can even bring this pretty little thing you’ve got with you.” he finishes, gojo’s eyes linger on you a little too long as he sizes you up, his bottom lip pulling into his teeth and all you could do is raise your eyebrows up at him, puzzled.

“bro,” geto commands, and gojo’s eyes snap to his friends as he raises his hand in mock surrender, “just take us to the fucking shots.” the subtle tension between the two guys didn't go unnoticed by you, but you brush it off, chalking it up to frat boys being frat boys. 

it was soon forgotten anyways, with you sprawled across a table of the frat house, drunken partygoers jeering at you as your shirt is half pulled up just stopping at your breast and gojo is cheering as he’s sprinkles salt on you and lines your stomach with shots.

“care to do the honours,” gojo taunts geto as he finishes pouring the final shot. geto sends a glare his way ignoring him as he makes his way over to you, giving you a long stripe of his tongue down your stomach, before quickly downing all the shots on your stomach, his eyes stuck on you. gojo offers him a lime, which he snatches straight out of his hands. gojo tuts, shaking his head, “someones touchy.” and just to add fuel to the fire, gojo has his own lick at your stomach, more slower and sensual then geto’s was, and he pours himself a shot, giving you a wink as he drinks it.

“what the fuck man?” geto interrogates, stepping to his friend, slightly wobbling as the shots he just backed in swift succession, hit him quickly.

“what’s wrong suguru?” gojo teases with a playful grin, he wasn’t dumb he knew who you were before he even saw you, geto talks about you all the time. so when gojo finally saw you with him, with geto still downplaying how he hard he actually fucks with you, he couldn’t help but fuck with his friend a bit, “you jealous?”

“don’t even start with me ‘toru,” geto warns, and you begin to sit up with an eye roll, you couldn’t deny you were a bit tipsy, but no amount of alcohol could make you bear to see this lame exchange of fray boy bravado. 

“oh whats your issue man,” gojo brushes him off, going to pour himself another drink, but geto is hot on his tails. “bro we literally always share the hot freshmen, what makes her any different.”

“because she just is,” geto snaps, in an attempt of a hush tone but you hear him loud and clear.

“i think i’m going to go,” you say out loud, and geto hears you pausing, slightly panicked. forgetting all about gojo his focus back onto you.

“no no, you don’t have to leave, we were having a good time right?” he stammers, rushing to persuade you stay. you couldn’t deny that you were having a good time, geto suguru is actually fun to be around, and the way he was staring at you, begging for you just stay with him, hits you right in your core. he pulls you close to him as he murmurs to you, “i know you felt what i felt when we were dancing, just give me a chance and like i said earlier i could really show you a good time. if you let me.”

geto just wanted to get you alone, he could see that the heavy noise of the club was clearly not your vibe, but he couldn’t let you leave just yet. he offers out his hand just like he did at the start of the party, but this time you didn’t hesitate to take it. letting him cart you off upstairs as you both ignore that wolf whistles coming from gojo, “you better get some suguru, go and get some for the both of us!”

when you get up into geto’s room, you try to disregard the slew of people strung out in different rooms across the house. but geto was confident, he had no reason not to be with you in his arms, wanting him just as badly as he wants you.

“c’mere,” he beckons you, as he sits down, patting down his thigh. you happily skip over to him, perching yourself right on his thigh, your arms hooking around his neck, your hands clasping together, locking him in. you face inches closer to his, your lips part ready to taste him but he halts you, smirking as he says “you're cute, y’know that right?”

“how so?” you ask, entertaining him with an eye roll.

“you always sit in class with me, trying to act all bothered by my presence,” he comments, “but turns out all it takes is for you to come to one of my parties, and for you to dance with me, to get you cumming in my lap… literally.”

“are we gonna fuck?” you say bluntly, catching him off guard, “or are you gonna continue to talk nonsense.” even though he wasn’t talking nonsense, he was right, tonight really did change your perspective on geto. but you weren’t dumb he was the president of the frat, and his best friend gojo’s comments earlier only further cemented the type of people frat guys are.

you press your lips against his before he has a chance to respond, your tongue darting in his mouth as he moulds into you. one of his hands works its way down your body whilst the other stays caressing your face. you groan against him, driving yourself against his thigh, your clothed cunt, already dripping just from the friction alone. 

“you getting off on my thigh yeah?” he teases between kisses, and you nod, desperately pushing yourself into him. he hikes you up further, his lips still moving in tandem with yours, and he spreads you into lap so you could properly straddle him. you both had quick movements, both of you are needy and wanting of the other. geto’s hands slide down your back and keep your ass in a firm hold as you begin to rock against him.

geto pulls away from you, his lips already plump from the way you’ve been gnawing at them. you pout at the removal but he laughs, “patience, princess.” but you ignore him your hands darting into his pants, ready to free his dick and land it, but he places his hand on your wrist, his eyebrows raising in warning, “what did i just say?”

“to take out your dick and sit on it right?” you shrug coyly, chuckling at your joke, and he smiles, but the warning in his eyes doesn’t leave.

“strip,” he commands, the single word having you folding like a chair, as you fling off your clothes leaving you in your underwear. he pulls you by the waistband of you panties, ripping them off you in one swift motion, biting his lip as he’s met with your wet pussy. “she’s so pretty,” he comments, flicking at your clit and as he slides his finger down your slit, just about to enter he pauses, putting his finger in his mouth instead of in you. he swirls it around his tongue, “sweet.”

“suguru,” you whine, at his teasing, “this isn’t funny.”

“play with yourself,” he says, disregarding whatever you were saying.

“what happened to you giving me a good time,” you argue.

“c’mon show me how bad you want it,” he persuades with a grin, leaning back, waiting for you to put on a show for him, “i’ll make it worth your while.”

despite everything, you could just never tell geto, no. it’s the way he looks at you, the way he talks to you, how he carries himself. with how he is just leaning back in his bed, his eyes low in anticipation as he waits for you to pleasure yourself for him, exciting you to do whatever he wants.

your hand works its way down to your pussy, your thumb landing on your clit rubbing against it as your finger part your sobbing cunt, letting geto see how wet you really are for him. “f-fuck,” you moan out, as you push your fingers inside of you, your eyes clenching shut at the contact.

“oi,” geto calls out to you, your eyes opening and landing on him, “keep your eyes on me. okay?” and you nod, as you quicken your pace, watching as geto palms his dick at your performance.

“this is boring,” you complain as you continue to rub at your pussy, trying your best to reach your climax on your own, “need your fingers, need your di—”

“keep going,” he orders, smirking, he could tell by the way your stance weakens and your legs tremble, that you were close. you were predictable and even though you were hungry for his dick, he knew you’d be able to cum with just your fingers and his eyes on you. call him cocky, but the influence he had over you was unmatched.

you roll your eyes at him, but you listen, continuing to finger yourself as he told you. your mouth parts, and you exhale feeling yourself about to cum, you push your digits in you harder, and your eyes stay fixated on geto and he shrugs his shoulders letting you do as you please—for once. you moan loudly as you cum all over your fingers, releasing hard as you spill out all down your thighs.

“see wasn’t so hard was it?” he taunts, pulling out his dick that has been hard from the moment he saw you at the party. he gives it a few strokes, pre cum oozing from the tip and you hungrily pounce on him, your pussy still dripping with your cum as you hover over his dick. you pause before sliding down on him, hissing at the feeling of you stretching you wide. “fuck man,” he groans out as he feels you clench over him, “your shit’s so tight.”

you bounce up and down on him, as he thrusts up into you, his hips hitting yours in a hard flurry of repeated connections. you press your hands flat on his chest, as his hands stay cupping your ass, keeping you upright as he drills into you.

his pace is unmatched, as you try and keep up, grinding your pussy down on him, desperate to have him stuff you up even more. “sugu ‘ts too much, f-fuck you’re relentless.”

“c-cant help it,” he stammers, still maintaining his merciless strokes, his dick twitching inside of you, “your pussy is just too good, or should i say my pussy,” he finishes with a wink. 

“y-your pussy?” you retort, laughing at his seriousness.

“yeah it’s mine right?” he interrogates, sending a slap to your ass to prompt further confirmation, “tell me it’s mine.” you don’t respond, a teasing smile spreading across your face, as you stare down at him, still riding his dick. but geto pauses, halting your movements and he slightly eases you up off of his dick, “what was that?” he prompts.

“it’s yours,” you give in quickly, not even bothering to entertain it any further with how needy you are to cum, “of course it's yours.” satisfied, geto charges his dick back into you with no warning, and you immediately go back to pushing your ass down on him, spreading your legs wider to straddle him more, taking him in deeper.

“t-that’s all i needed to hear,” he stutters, feeling himself about to cum, so he gives you a few sloppy thrusts before easing you off of him, cumming all over your stomach. you're quick to follow, your cum spraying his sheets, as you slump over him, dripping down on his body. “i made sure to not cum in you this time, i know how angsty you get over that shi.”

“oh how gentlemanly of you,” you deadpan, “all gives love a stomach covered in salt and semen.”

“well what would you prefer? your pussy filled with my cum,” he taunts, smirking as you still, “i know i would.” you didn’t answer pulling your sticky body away from his, as you come down off of your high.

“are you gonna stay the night?” geto asks with a grin it was like clockwork, everytime you finish fucking he’d always ask the same question, never getting bored when you mutter the same tired words.

“you know i don’t sleep in frat houses suguru.”

he shrugs casually, propping himself up on his elbows and admiring your naked figure. "you fuck in them though," he remarks, as if that justified everything, "so what's the difference?"

rolling your eyes, as you begin to do the laborious task of trying to locate your underwear—geto always had the habit of throwing them across the room. "the difference is," you pause, looking over your shoulder at him, "I can wake up tomorrow in my own bed, feeling just a little less gross for even fucking you in the first place."

a mock expression of hurt crosses his face as he crawls up behind you on the bed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. "oh, how you wound me, princess," he coos, his breath sending shivers down your spine, "just stay."

“no, i shouldn’t” you argue, letting out an exhale as his lips attach to your collarbone, sucking against your skin, pulling and nipping at it with his teeth. 

you try to distract yourself by putting on your bra but geto is quick to fling it off you, his mouth trailing down to your tits peppering kisses all over your nipples, murmuring “stay” between each kiss. 

he takes your boob into his mouth, sucking on its flesh as his other hand toys with the other, massaging your nipples with just enough roughness to have you writhing in his palms. your back arches involuntarily, your tits pushing further into his touch, aching to feel him further, “see,” he smirks as he toys with you, “you do wanna stay.”

“i won’t, if you keep talking” you warn, gritting your teeth as he pinches your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. “now c’mere, convince me on why i should stay,” you lift his head off your tits with your fingers, eyeing him down as he stares back at you with pure lust in his eyes. you press a kiss to his lips before steering his head down towards your pussy.

“since when do you run things?” he doesn’t budge, his eyebrows slightly raise as he chuckles.

“you’re the one that wants me to stay, no?” you counter, your eyes locked with his.

“well what i want is for you to come sit on my face and my head can stay sandwiched between your thighs, how about that?” his grin widens as your mouth parts, speechless. he tugs you by the arm close to the head of the bed, you climb up his body your pussy still wet from he fucked you before, leaking out your juices all over his chest. “so hop on girl, a man’s gotta eat,” he mutters impatiently, smacking your ass to urge you onto his lips.

he takes you in hungrily, his mouth enclosing on your pussy with such greed that he is practically drowning in your scent. he laps at your cunt, his tongue giving such long, deep strokes which have your hands pressing against the walls, grinding down on his face. 

geto grips and claws at your ass, he grins, his nose burying into your pussy as your thighs clench tighter around his head. “s-sshit suguru,” your hands slap against the wall as you squeal out, trying to grasp at something to keep you afloat, as the way geto is working your pussy and how his fingers dig into your ass cheeks, has you buckling over about to topple off of him. 

he hums against your pussy, the vibrations jolting right through you, having you moan even louder. his tongue darts against your clit, swirling at it vigorously, nipping at it lightly with his teeth. 

“sugu i—” you pant, trying to ease off of him, the pleasure getting too much for you, but his hands stroke both your thighs keeping them in place. “bout to cum sugu.”

you could hear him mumble something, you didn’t care what, but the two taps he gave to your thigh let you know you could release all over him. you cry out as you cum, feeling yourself spill out all over his face. geto continues to eat you up, drinking in everything he can take, his chin getting covered by what he couldn’t swallow.

 “you are way too good at that.” you gasp as you slowly come up off his face, your breathing still laboured.

“only the best for you princess,” he jests with his eyes half open, a blissful smile on his lips as his tongue swipes at the remains of you left on his face.

“yeah me and all the other freshmen you fuck,” you mutter, to yourself but he heard you loud and clear.

“what was that?” he urges, wanting you to repeat your claims. before you started fucking geto, you knew he was and what he was about and technically you didn’t care, you only wanted him for his mouth game—which proved to be very useful. but when he tries to sweet talk you you couldn’t help but be reminded of what kind of guy he is.

“i think you heard me,” you shrug, “i’m saying it to insult you or anything, i'm just telling the truth. you like to fuck everbody and everything.”

“wait? is this why you won’t stay the night?” he says, sitting up, staring you down. 

“you must be only a pretty face, if you thought otherwise,” you laugh at his shock.

“no it’s just i think its crazy that you just won’t stay,” he complains, glaring at you as you put back on your clothes, “we could get to know each other properly.”

“like we agreed when we first started messing around,” you cringe, pitying the pouty look on his face. “let’s just… keep this casual”

“but that was ages ago,” he tries to reason, “some may say you’re just using me for sex.”

“suguru we use each other for sex,” you respond quickly, you step towards him pressing a peck on his pouty lips, with a smirk on your face as you see his lips chasing yours as you pull away, “well i'm gonna go now, i’m sure i’ll see you at one of your many lame parties you and your people always throw. it’s been fun as always” geto raises his eyebrows in acknowledgement, blowing out a hard breath, as he watches you strut out of his bedroom.

“she’ll stay the night eventually.” he murmurs to himself, maybe it’s wishful thinking, but a guy can dream.

AN: she’s only gone and done it. but yeah how was it guys 🥺? There’s only two lines in this whole fic that I actually thought “damn I cooked here” if you guess the lines you win a reward. ALSO IDK WHY I WAS DROPPING HINTS AT SOME GOJO ON SOME MR STEAL UR GIRL TYPE SHIT but I just went with it. But geto is sooo sweet HE JUST WANTS U TO STAY and you don’t even fuckinnn stay 😭😭 looool aren’t u mean. Technically I wrote the fic backwards it was meant to start with the “r u gonna stay the night” AND then gojo and geto would have a a conversation about you AND the it would end w the party and u tucking but I wanted to keep if one continuous flow and ANYWAYS this an is becoming a diary entry so LMK UR THOUGHTS PLEASE CAUSE THIS HAD ME STRETCHED

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[irisintheafterglow]

it's fall so it's basically winter so you know what that means: hockey player!satoru !!!!

it should be a crime to look that stunning after running around with a stick for an hour.

"hey, gorgeous. you come here often?"

"a decade later and you still don't have any game. i can't say i'm surprised," you reply, only to find his grin growing wider. you hope he can't tell how your face feels like it's set on fire or that your brain short-circuited when he looked for you after his game. he's still slightly sweaty coming out of the locker room and it makes your pulse skip. distressingly, he's the only guy you can think of who can undo you with just a hoodie and sweatpants; even your legs were starting to give out a little bit when he got closer. "great game, by the way. do you always strive to piss off the opposing team that much?"

"only when i want to impress someone in the stands," he says in a low tone that sends goosebumps over your arms, even under your sweater. though unexpected, you weren't shocked when he mimed yawning or sleeping after scoring a goal that looked like he was playing against toddlers. when you see him, his eyes are the brightest you've ever seen, shining with pride and something like mischief like he was planning something you had no idea about. "you see how many goals i made?"

"how could i not, with the way you were pointing at me after every one?" his tongue absentmindedly runs over his top lip and it takes all of your will not to stare, not with him this close. on the bleachers, it was deceptively easy to watch the muscles in his legs propel him across the ice. you also got away with staring at his self-assured smirk when suguru gave him a pass that the other team couldn't see coming. most of the time, they never saw him coming. his speed across the ice was nothing like the unsteady marches you saw growing up with him. it gave you a small sense of pride, watching him kick ass and knowing that the winks he sent to your section of seats were reserved only for you.

"just making sure you got the message." he's silent for a moment, his eyes flicking down to your mouth and you swear you see his pupils dilate. you can't tell if your breath picked up first or if he did. at some point, the door to the rink creaks open, and suguru raises his hand in farewell, effectively snapping satoru out of his trance. he regains his composure in a blink, though, and shakes his hair around like a dog after a bath. "you doing anything right now?" you scoff at his bluntness and ignore your brain screaming at you to kiss him and get it over with.

"why, you gonna take me somewhere?"

"i believe my victory calls for a celebratory dinner," he drawls nonchalantly, shrugging his muscular shoulders. "plus, you need to catch me up on what's been happening in figure skating land all these years." every nerve in your body was straining to follow wherever he went, but your ego said otherwise. it can't hurt to play a little bit.

"i don't know; i have an essay due in a few days that i need to grind out." you inhale through your teeth, looking to the side undecidedly.

"essay, shmessay. with your gpa, you can have that done in half an hour." you make a big show out of pretending to think about it and he scoffs in defeat. "c'mon, i was planning on paying for you anyways."

"with what money?"

"a very hefty card that does not have my name on it." figures, he'd stolen his dad's wallet again. after a few more seconds of fake thought, you nod and he breathes a visible sigh of relief.

"satoru?" his shoulder is pressed against yours while you walk through the moonlit parking lot, one hand resting in the crook of his elbow. he was the one who linked your arms together from excitement after you agreed to let him buy you dinner. the dim light reflecting off his jawline in sharp lines and you wanted to run your finger over his skin.

"hmm?"

"is this like, a date-date?" his complexion becomes slightly pinker while he opens the passenger side door for you. the question slips out of your mouth without warning and his head dips down to your eye level when you sit down, his forearm steadying him on the top of the vehicle.

"only if you want it to be." his voice is quiet and careful, very obviously indicating that you were the one deciding how the rest of the night would go. god, he's so good.

"do you want it to be?"

"my jersey number is your birthday. what do you think?" you chuckle softly under your breath, the tiniest okay leaving your lips in understanding. "put on your seatbelt. i'm driving with precious cargo." the door abruptly closes and he makes his way around the car to throw his bag into the trunk. a choked noise of surprise comes from your throat and you flick the side of his head when he slides into the driver's seat. neither of you can stop laughing and you sink into the leather at your back, glancing at satoru only to find him already staring at you.

"that is your worst line, to date," you say lightheartedly, shaking your head in exasperation.

"it's a good thing i'm not using it on anyone else, then."

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[gentlyweeps-world]

The "It" Girl | 4

summary: Being a rookie in the world of Formula One comes with challenges, added on with the fact you’re a girl, American and racing for Red Bull doesn’t help. While you do have your “guard dogs” and “it girl” tendencies, it doesn’t help that you’re also trying to figure out romance.

pairing: 2021 grid x fem! driver, lando norris x fem! driver reader

warnings: sexism, alcohol consumption, toxic environments, uncomfortable situations

Previously: “Now Y/n, what happened last night?” Lewis softly asks, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You could feel your stomach drop, blood rushing to your ears as you recall the events of last night. You glance up at Lewis, your look giving everything away to him.

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

“Lewis, I…” You start, your voice sounding nervous. You take a moment to think about what you want to say.

“I think I ruined everything..” You say, taking a deep breath. “Between Lando and me that is..” A look of sorrow and remorse comes across your face as you think about the events of last night.

Lewis looks back at you with a soft and sympathetic look on his face. “Let me guess… last night it was the booze talking.” He mumbles out.

You nod your head in response.

“I felt like I needed to drink, actually enjoy myself for once..” You mumble out, “And I didn’t know what to do, Carlos was just there, nothing happened..I guess we were pretty touchy but that was all”

Lewis stays silent for a few seconds, just thinking about everything you have said.

“Have you said anything to Lando yet?” Lewis asks. You shake your head no, your stomach beginning to tighten again.

“No, because I don’t know what to say.” You confess.

“You don’t need to say anything right now, just give yourself some time.” Lewis says, he puts his hand on your leg to reassure you.

“The worst thing is..it was with Carlos, Lando and Carlos…they’re so close, and I’m pretty sure I ruined that..” You say, voice cracking

Lewis looks down at you with an understanding expression on his face. “Y/n.. I know this isn’t exactly what you want to hear, and it’s probably the last thing you’re wanting to hear right now…” Lewis says to you, his tone sounding sympathetic once again.

“But if Lando genuinely cares about you and wants to be with you.. he will forgive you for whatever you did last night.” Lewis tells you.

“I guess..” You mumble out, “It was weird Lewis…Carlos kind of put himself onto me, and made me drink..at least that’s how I felt”

Lewis looks at you, his expression remaining soft and understanding. “Y/n that’s not good, that’s not good at all…..” Lewis says to you.

“I’ll have a word with Carlos, I’ll sort it out with him, don’t you worry about any of this, okay?” Lewis says, his voice sounding reassuring.

“Thank you Lew” You say, hugging him you bury your head into his chest. Lewis wraps his arms around you, hugging you back. He takes a moment to think about what he wants to say next.

“Y/n I’m gonna head out now, I’ll go have a word with Carlos, but make sure you get some rest okay? Don’t be too hard on yourself…”

Lewis walks out of the room, and Alex wakes up, looking over at you. “Y/n you alright?” He asks, his voice sounding sleepy and concerned. “Yeah I’ll be okay” You say softly, happy to have such a great support system

“Look, I’m gonna try and go back to sleep. Will you be alright?” He asks. “Yeah I’ll be fine” You reply softly, curling up into bed once more.

The week passes, and before you know it you’re arriving at the Autódromo Hermanos Rodríguez track for the Mexican Grand Prix.

You check your phone quickly, but don’t see any messages from Lando. A small frown etches itself onto your face, but it was expected. You did fuck up.

You walk into the paddock with your manager Elliot, waving and giving a smile to the photographers, briefly talking to the media and of course signing some stuff for fans.

As you walk around the venue interacting with fans, taking pictures, and doing interviews you notice the atmosphere changing slightly. You feel a pair of eyes on you. Looking towards the direction of the stare you see Lando standing there.

He’s looking at you with a blank expression, barely noticing the sadness in his eyes. You can see his lips moving as he’s talking to a reporter. You give Lando a faint smile, continuing your walk to the Red Bull garage.

Time passes, the weekend is already halfway over, and now it’s race day.

You’ll be starting P5 on the grid, Lando in P6, with Max P1 of course.

Nerves settle into your stomach, but so does adrenaline, knowing you could get on podium again. The lights go, and you could make out the “Lights out and away we go!”

Reacting quickly you have a good start, overtaking Charles Leclerc who was starting P4.

After a phenomenal race, you finish P3. Max crosses the finish line in P1. Lando finishes the race just behind you, in P4. The podium happens, and you find yourself standing on the podium again, but this time not as excited. As the Dutch national anthem starts playing, you stand there solemnly, thinking of what happened in the club.

After the ceremony you head towards the post race conference room, once again with Lewis and Max. Soon Lewis is sat in between you and Max, as you three await questions from the reporters. Lewis smiles at you and you smile back.

One of the reporters ask, “Y/n, how does it feel to finish in the top three for two consecutive races?”

“It feels great, the car is good, we have good pace” You say with a polite smile, not having the energy you normally do. The reporter nods in agreement, then moves on with another question.

“Max, how does it feel taking the P1 spot again?” The reporter asks, as Max sits to your right. Max chuckles. “It feels amazing to get my eighth win for the season.” Max says with a grin.

You take a sip from my Red Bull, leaning back in your seat as you three wait for the next question. The next reporter speaks up and has a question for you specifically: “Y/n, does it feel weird to be so close in the points to Lando? Only seven points away in the drivers standing”.

“No I don’t think it’s weird, it’s good to have a healthy rivalry” You answer with an awkward smile. The reporters smile at your answer, before one reporter asks Max a question. “Is the championship now yours?” The reporter asks.

Max chuckles as he answers “It definitely could be, I won’t give up on the fight for it.”

After the conference is over, Lewis leans over to you and whispers something. You lean towards Lewis, waiting for him to tell you what it is. Lewis smiles at you before whispering. “I talked to Carlos… everything is fine now.” Lewis says in a reassuring tone. You nod your head in response, a weight being lifted off your shoulders.

“Lewis…” You whisper. “Yes Y/n?” Lewis asks back, his tone sounding concerned. “Thank you for helping..” You whisper.

Lewis nods his head, the smile returning to his face. “Yeah, of course.” Lewis says with a smile

Once some reporters start to leave, you get up.

Walking with Max back to the Red Bull garage as Lewis goes his separate way to the Mercedes garage. Max is ahead of you, and you can notice he’s a bit lost in thought as well. “Hey Max..” You say, your voice being gentle and sincere as you catch up to him.

Max turns to look at you, a surprised expression on his face. “Yeah Y/n?” Max says, not entirely sure how to reply to your kindness and tone. “Thanks.. for..” You trail off. “For not leaving me behind, for talking to me.” You continue, not entirely sure what else to say to him.

“And for being supportive, I know you get a bad rep but thank you” You smile at him appreciatively, happy to have him, Alex and Lewis as support in your rookie season.

Max smiles at you, and without being asked, he wraps an arm around you. You feel yourself smile back, before looking up at him.

“Are we okay?” You ask him, your voice sounding nervous as you recall the night of the club. Max looks at you, his expression becoming soft and understanding again. “Yeah, yeah we’re okay.” Max tells you. “Let’s just go get that first spot in the constructors championship.” Max nods his head, a small grin appearing on his face. “I don’t think that would be too difficult” You say with a laugh

Max nods his head, letting out a small chuckle. After a few seconds of silence, Max speaks once again.

“He misses you” Max says, not looking at you when he says this. “Yeah I miss him too” You say with a soft smile as you both finally reach the Red Bull garage.

“Y/n I need a word with you” Elliot your manager says, pulling you near a more secluded area in the garage. “What's up?” You ask nervously, not sure if it has to do with the club.

“There's a uh..PR stunt we want to do…” Elliot says, looking a bit nervous as he says this.

Twenty minutes later you found out what it was. “We want you two to fake a relationship” Charlotte, Landos PR manager, repeats. Since Lando and you are not quite grasping the situation.

Now you would be happy about being asked to do this, but Lando hasn't said a word to you, looked at you or even acknowledged you. Lewis was dead wrong.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Lando asks again, it had to be the seventh time he asked.

“The fans love you guys together, and it’ll boost attention, Christian and Zak are all for it” Elliot says, looking up from the tablet he always has on hand.

“Fine whatever” Lando grumbles out, rolling his eyes as he crosses his hand over his chest.

“Y/n? Any input?” Charlotte asks you, clearly not happy with Landos lack of conversation.

“No, I’ll do it” You say quickly, just wanting to leave and go back to the hotel.

“Great! So the first stunt is to go to the Moondrop club and just publicly display yourselves as a couple” Charlotte says with a smile.

You and Lando walk side by side back to the parking lot and to his McLaren in silence. Glancing over at him you can tell he doesn’t want to be doing this.

He unlocks the doors to his car and gets into the drivers side, starting the car before you even get into the passengers side.

He pulls out of the parking lot and starts the drive to the club. “So…” You mumble out, glancing over at him.

“I’m sor-“ You’re instantly cut off by him, “Shut up, I don’t need to hear your excuses Y/n” Lando snaps out, his hands squeezing the steering wheel.

You nod your head, feeling yourself grow numb at his outburst, but in all fairness, you deserved it.

After a painfully awkward silent drive through the streets it was finally time to arrive at the club.

As you two exited the car you heard the sound of hundreds of phones snapping pictures of you two together. “Take my hand” Lando mumbles out, quickly grabbing your hand and entwining your fingers together.

As you get closer to the entrance of the club, Lando puts on a smile, you copy him. The flash photography only got more intense at the sight of you two smiling and holding hands.

Once inside of the club Lando instantly breaks his hand from yours, rolling his eyes he leaves you near the entrance, walking off to the bar.

A shiver of sadness runs up your spine, but you remind yourself, you deserved it.

You glance around the club, noticing Charles, Max and Danny sitting at a booth taking some shots.

You opt to sit by yourself in a tucked away booth. You lean your head into your hand, boredom already consuming you.

Lando walks over to you, sliding into the booth next to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder, “Not as fun when you don’t have Carlos all over you?” Lando lowly says.

You don’t even bother replying, not wanting to deal with petty Lando. You hear him scoff at your silence. He hands you the drink in his hand, “It’s a vodka red bull”

It was your favorite drink, he had the audacity to be an asshole to you, yet get your favorite drink.

You roll your eyes, taking the drink, you sip on some of it.

“Just don’t get too drunk you end up making out with Daniel” He says, his voice full of venom.

Hearing that you instantly pull away from him, “You’re such a fucking….!”

“Shut up and kiss me” Lando cuts you off, pulling you into him once again.

“No! You don’t get to just tell me what to do!” You say, “Someone’s filming just fucking do it” He growls out, snaking his hand into your hair and pulling you into him.

Before you know it his lips are on yours, you instantly wrap your arms around his neck, leaning your body into his.

But just as it started, it ended. He pulls away from you completely.

“They stopped filming” He mumbles out, still keeping his arm over your shoulder.

Your heart drops, “Right” You weakly mumble out.

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f1wags. Lando Norris and Y/n L/n seen kissing at a public club in Mexico after the Grand Prix!

#F1 Wags #LandoxY/n

user395 YESSSSSS

user0065 tbh I feel bad for Lando

user530 stfu and go touch grass

user657 This is Christian’s way of bribing Lando

mclaren 👀🧡

redbullracing 👀♥️

user486 so happy right now

user3390 She’s probably dating half of the grid, Y/n is a whore everyone knows that

user591 she literally only hangs out with Max, Lewis, Alex and Lando????

user3390 And she’s a home-wrecker

user492 I CANT WAIT FOR THE DOUBLE DATE PICTURES WITH LANDO, Y/N, LILY AND ALEX

user660 Y/n and Lily will end up third wheeling

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[donutz]

Dogday “x” reader

Summary||Not romantic, at all, but you do give DogDay his legs back ^_^

Going over to the eerie hall, you see a bunch of cells.

Spooky..

I hear.. footsteps? No, not Catnap’s. It’s someone else.

Considering this absolutely terrifying place, something’s gonna pop out at me. Alright before I almost get murdered I’m gonna go to that area that I didn’t check out.

Oh. They’re fading away.

I see a room. With a big paw in the middle. Well, like a paw pillow. You think this is where Catnap sleeps? There’s little Smiling Critters. 

Cute. I just realized how adorable that is. Catnap sleepin here while little critters are above him. He’s still just a kitty.

Like 10 years ago..

Anyways I’m gonna go back.

I hear footsteps.. Again?

I go over to the last row a cells and— HOLY—

“You… You’re Poppy’s angel”.

I don’t want to exaggerate, but my mouth was WIDEE open. But I closed my mouth because that was pretty rude to do.

“Come to save us”.

I wanna do something but I’ll let him talk, not for long though, I can’t let DogDay be in anymore pain.

“Nothing left to save, not here”...

Lies, I could save you right now!!

“You’re in Catnap’s home, angel”.

Alright I’m done with you talking. I start, luckily since I used to mess with the toys, getting out my tools to start working.

Well, I find the sharpest one so I can cut the belts holding him up.

“Their home”.

“A million pairs of—”

I take one big swing at all of the belts, and fortunately they all snap! Of course I caught DogDay in time.

“I’m gonna make sure you’re okay, puppy.” I declare, not joking. Like 100%, DogDay is not dyin’ on me.

“But Angel I’ll only slow you down—”

“Lies”.

“The only thing I need to worry about is getting you safe, not you ‘slowing me down’!” I tried to sound a lot less annoyed, I’m not, at all. But I don’t want DogDay to burden himself even more.

I was also running from a bunch of small demons so yeah.

They were chasin’ me like they were tryna eat me alive!

No pun intended.

While I was speed crouchin’ through, there was little critters on the right side of me— I kicked them.

“Sorry little one!” I apologized, I didn’t feel fully bad but I still do because y’know! They’re still— a little bit like the bigger, original critters!

Barely.

Even though they kicked the smaller critters, they still apologized.. They really are an angel.

Finally making it out, I see three colored slides. I made a quick decision and decided to slide down the middle one.

Luckily that was the right one.

“Keep going angel, you’re doing good”..

DogDay is by far the best dog I’ve ever known.

I quickly switched my green hand to my purple hand and used the jump pad—

“Hold on”!

We made it on the platform and thankfully a metal door shut behind us, cutting off the smaller critters.

I pressed the button so we could go up, and waited.

“Angel, that was amazing! But why would you save me?” Wouldn��t it have been better if they left?

“Because I don’t want you to die. Plus, you didn’t slow me down. Also are you okay? Y’know, because of how much I was moving..?

“I'm alright Angel, are you”?

“I am completely fine! Physically”!

I gave him a smile, a real smile. Just so he doesn't think I'm lying.

“Plus, I'm really happy that I was able to get you outta there.”

Now, I just need to get the parts to rebuild him. I 100% do not mind doing that.

After some time, you were able to find a somewhat safe spot that was found by Poppy and Kissy.

And yes, you held DogDay the whole time. Like a little kid holding their stuffy.

You placed DogDay on the ground, he held himself up with his arms so you didn't need to worry too much.

“This might take a while, but the result will be worth it. Or not, depends on your opinion”.

“You reattaching my lower body will be worth it no matter how long it will take”.

I was a little surprised that he said that— he's still outgoing and kind after all these years…

I lifted my head and saw that he had a genuine smile— of course, I smiled back.

After— about two and a half hours I was done. My back is kinda sore but that doesn't matter.

“Okay, you wanna try sitting up”?

.

.

.

“Dog—”

There were visible stars in his eyes.

He was in awe because of my work, and gave me a hug. A really big hug.

“Thank you, Angel”...

“You've done so much for me, how could I ever repay you”...

While he was hugging you he stood up at the same time.

Omg he can walk!! I mean stand.

And Jesus he was tall, not 6’2 type stuff but he was like— 5’0! That's tall for a ‘toy’.

I hugged him back and we were there for a while.

I completely forgot he asked me something.

“Oh! Uhh, you do not need to repay me. But your way of repaying me is just being alive”.

“Promise”?

“... I promise Angel”.

#poppy playtime x reader #dogday x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral #poppy platime fanfic #poppy playtime #dogday #smiling critters #x gn reader #x reader

[luizd3ad]

When in Doubt, Blame Damian | Jason x Reader One shot

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN! Reader

WC: 928

TW: Swearing, over thinking. It’s mostly kinda fluffy. No use of Y/N.

Author's Note: I got this idea while giving my dog a bath sooo here you go idk lol hope you like it🖤

Summary: You get a dog!! … but you didn’t tell Jason.

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You blamed Damian.

You normally blame Damian for a lot. More than you're willing to admit, sometimes for stuff he wasn't even involved in.

But this time you think it's actually his fault.

How could you not blame him? If he hadn't asked for a ride to the pet store. If he didn't insist that Titus absolutely needed a new friend. If he never put that little puppy in your arms basically forcing you to fall in love with the little baby that was giving you kisses, then you wouldn't be here right now.

You wouldn't be in yours and your boyfriend's apartment trying to figure out how to tell said boyfriend that you guys now had a dog. 

Would Jason be mad? Honestly? You didn't know. The topic of getting a dog or a cat has came up a few times.

He would usually say things like ‘Maybe’ or ‘Now's just probably not a good time’ it was never a definite yes or no.

So maybe it wouldn't be that bad, you thought to yourself trying to give yourself some confidence. 

I mean it was your apartment too. You contributed. And it would feel nice to have something to keep you company while Jason was on patrol or had to go somewhere for a while.

You'd hyped yourself up at this point you had some good arguments lined up for why it was a good idea.

You felt confident about your choice, especially when you looked down at the little puppy sleeping peacefully in his bed that was in your shared bedroom. You got this, you told yourself and you really believed that. You genuinely did.

That was until you heard the front door unlock. 

You rush out the room, closing the door softly trying not to wake up the puppy. 

You walked into the living room to greet Jason who was out all morning and most of the afternoon training with Dick, Cass and Duke. 

“Hey Jay.” You say giving him a soft kiss.

“Hi my love. How was your day?”

Jason says, giving you a tight hug, holding you for a moment. 

“Umm it was you know. It was fine. Hung out with Dames. Nothing crazy you know? How about you?”

You rambled pulling away from Jason trying not to sound suspicious while walking to the couch in the living room. 

Jason gives you a questioning look but ends up just dropping it and following you to the couch.

“It was fine. Just the normal shit. I missed you though.”

Jay pulls you into him while giving you a kiss on your head. You feel kinda guilty at this point.

You don't like keeping things from Jason. He has a lot of trust issues so it was important that you guys had a lot of honesty and communication in your relationship. 

You pull away from Jason and look at him, giving him a slightly guilty look.

“Jay, I have something to tell you. Don't be mad.”

“Did something happen when you were out with the Demon Spawn? Did he do something? What did he say? I'm gonna kick that little brats ass.”

Jason runs his hand through his hair already mad at Damian for whatever Jason thinks he did. 

“Jay calm down Dames didn't technically do anything. I did something, and before you get mad-”

You were interrupted when you heard a puppy bark and a slight clawing sound at the bedroom door and judging by Jasons face he also heard it. 

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

You give a little chuckle, now trying to play it off. Hoping that this isn't how Jason finds out but knowing that it is. 

“Babe Is there a dog here?”

“Um technically..? Yes?”

Jason sighs and gets up to the bedroom and opens the door letting the dog run up to you as he tries to climb up on you. You pick him up, putting him on your lap while he starts playing with your hand. 

“Babe, who’s dog is that?”

“Umm… Ours?”

“When did we get a dog?”

Jason says wide eyed and raises his eyebrows at you.

“It's all Damian's fault! He told me how lonely Titus gets sometimes and I felt bad and just look at how cute he is!”

You try to explain picking the dog up so Jason can look at him.

 “Don't be mad jay..”

You say putting the puppy on the floor so he can run around a little all while you look extremely guilty.

“Mad? Why would I be mad? Wait baby, is this what you were trying to tell me?”

Jason says sitting next to you on the couch while looking at you concerned. 

“Yes… I felt bad making a choice like that without you and I know how you don't like it when people hide stuff from you and I just don't want to make you mad.”

“Baby, I'm not mad. I'm not thrilled that you got a dog without me, especially because it was with the Demon Spawn. But I'm not mad.”

Jason says pulling you into him kissing the top of your head.

“You're not mad? Really?”

“I can't be mad at you baby. You mean everything to me.”

Jason says while the puppy runs up to you guys laying down at your feet.

“I'm still sorry Jay.”

“I know you are, baby. It's okay, promise. Now what's this little guy's name?”

Jason says picking up the puppy and looking at his face while you smile at them.

Maybe you shouldn't blame Damian… this time.

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[slvthrs]

SWEET REVENGE AND GUITAR STRINGS | vinnie hacker

--- MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD ---

your ex-boyfriend decided to cheat on you- the sane course of action was sleeping with his enemy

ROCKSTAR!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, praise n degradation kink, unprotected sex (use birth control idiots), dressing room sex, slight violence and blood, blood kink if u squint

word count: 2.2k <3

Wrath.

Not even anger or rage- it was pure fucking red wrath. Your boyfriend of 2 years was cheating on you. He had the fucking audacity to cheat on you, and try to hide it. 

God did you want to kill him.

Your bestfriend Elle had sent you a video of him making out with some rando chick at a party and then taking her into a room to obviously have sex. You weren’t even sad, you just wanted to hurt him.

It was 3 days after you found out your boyfriend was cheating on you and the wrath hadn’t gone away. You’ve been ignoring every text, every message, every call- he was going to be so pissed. You were doing a pretty good job of not running into him but today he had a gig and you would have to end up going.

You and Elle were sitting on your bed in your underwear and bra eating a huge assortment of candy and snacks while re-watching Sex Education. 

“Wait have you confronted Theo about cheating on you yet” Elle asked with a lollipop between her lips

You groaned you wanted to but every time you thought about it all you could do was want to punch him “I wanted to trust me but I just wanna hurt him y’know I don’t need his half-assed apology”

“Wait so why don’t you just ditch his gig” Elle inquired

“I would but imagine your girlfriend just ditches you with an explanation because remember he doesn’t know I know he cheated on me” You threw your head back- it was gonna be really hard to get him back

“Hmm does he have like y’know enemies that you can y’know… fuck” Elle suggested

“Elle we’re not in a wattpad fan-fic, Theo doesn’t have enemies per say” You rolled your eyes… but he did have someone who pissed him off to no end

You shot up with a plan in mind, “But he does have someone he kinda hates” You said while you carding through your closet trying to find an outfit

“Oooh who” Elle sat up like a curious dog 

“Vinnie” The name was met with a huff from Elle

Vincent Cole Hacker, lead guitarist and singer of his band and adored by girls all over the country.

His killer style mixed with his rough hair and piercings accompanied with the rings he adorned on each hand which trailed across his guitar with so much purpose you couldn’t help but think what else they could do.

The same Vinnie Theo hated, and the same Vinnie who could never take his eyes off you.

“Babe you're super hot but I’ve legit never seen Vinnie without his army of girls following him, are you sure he’s the one?” Elle probes and she's right Vinnie’s a chick magnet, you’d be lucky to find him alone, but Elle was also right about the fact you were hot, the way your hair sat, framing your face and the way you would bite your fingers, and look up at guys, batting your eyelashes and giggling- toying with their feelings- you had boys begging for you.

But Vinnie was the one you wanted.

“I know, I know, but I have a plan trust me” 

You didn’t have a plan 

All you knew was that Vinnie stared at you for far too long to be considered platonic, and no sane guy would give up a chance to hook up with you.

After about 2 hours, you and Elle were ready. She was wearing a denim skirt with a pink tank top and pink converse adorned with little accessories, while you were wearing a black cropped top with Dominic Fike embroidered on without a bra so you could see your nipples poking through the fabric. Paired with a black mini-skirt and pantyhose which looked like it was attacked by an army of cats and a pair of platforms with some other accessories here and there- you looked enchanting.

The pair of you got there around 30 minutes later and broke off, with Elle waking to the bar to get some drinks and you trying to find your cheating ass boyfriend. 

The bass of all the people walking around made you want to turn on your heel and walk away. You had endured it for the sake of your boyfriend but now the air was filled with venom rather than admiration.

“There she is, hi baby” It sounded so goddamn awful coming from your boyfriends mouth but you had to play the part of the oblivious girlfriend for a little longer

“Hi Theo” You say with the only respect you have for him left and kiss his cheek

As he continues his conversation with his bandmates you zone out and look around while drinking some fruity drink his bandmates gave you. As you looked around you caught the addictive eyes of your target, Vinnie, and unsurprisingly he was checking you out, who wouldn't tbh.

As your staring competition played out you were quickly brought back to reality by your boyfriend telling you they were about to go on stage.

“Hey babe can I talk to you for a sec?” You asked and he went along with it, presumably thinking he was about to get some last minute action.

“Yeah baby, what do you want?” He asked, so fucking oblivious to what was about to happen.

“Who the fuck is this chick your making out with in this video” You said while playing out the video on your phone.

His mouth hung agape, this cunt thought he could have the audacity to be shocked.

“B-babe I don’t know what that is, I-I’m pretty sure I was like sure drunk” Seriously, the ‘I was drunk’ excuse? 

He can do better than that.

“Are you fucking serious, I’ve been drunk plenty of times and I’ve never fucking cheated on you” Every gross and terrible emotion was bubbling up from inside you as you were about to overflow

“I-it doesn’t even matter I just kissed her your fucking overreacting!” Overreacting, this fucking bitch thinks I’m over reacting

With gritted teeth you said “Oh I’m overreacting? I’m fucking overreacting, well you wanna see overreacting?” 

You didn’t even register what your body was doing before,

SNAP!

Fuck, your hand made contact with his face and there was a stream of red trickling down his nose while your knuckles were bruising up.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH” He yelled pushing you up against the wall, while his blood spilled on to your chest

On any other day you wouldn’t have been able to push him off but with the immense amount of rage mixed with adrenaline you were feeling you pushed him to the ground, with your head spinning you ran off into another room trying to catch your breath.

As you finally stood up from your hunched over position and walked over to the mirror in the room- shit my shirt has blood on it, I look like I killed someone

You try to get some tissues to take the blood off but it’s no use the blood is congealed and staining your white shirt so you grab a closed water bottle and try to figure out what dressing room you're in.

You hand slides across a red leather couch with stains and find a stack of polaroids.

As you shuffled through them you see a drummer and bassists clearly drunk and passed out on a sofa, in another one you can see a brunette making a face and flipping off the camera, and in the final one its a group photo 4 boys playing a song in front of a smaller audience- in the photo you spot a particular face- Vinnie.

And as fate has been so kind the tall blonde walks into the room as if on cue, “Oh shit, what are you doing here?”

But before you you can answer his eyes widen and he walks towards you, “Fuck are you okay” He says with knitted eyebrows as his hand hesitantly swiping the blood of your shirt.

“Yeah, it's not my blood” You say with a smile as you try to reassure him, but which only leads him to look at you, even wider eyed.

“It’s Theo’s” You continue as you sit down on the red sofa, “He kinda cheated on me so y’know he deserved it”

You play with your hands in your lap as you look up at Vinnie who's now sitting next to you with an unreadable expression.

“Well he fucking deserved it then” He says breaking the silence as you look up to meet his gaze, “If you we’re my girl, I’d cut my balls of before cheating on you”

You let out an obnoxious laugh while he follows you, “I’m serious though I would never do that, your to fucking hot for that.”

“Yeah yeah” You breathe out as you tip your head back on the sofa as you let Vinnie’s eyes rake over your body, huffing your chest so your tits press against your shirt, watching how he bites his lips.

“So any plans now that you're single” He was obviously trying to hint at you, so you played along.

“I dunno Vinnie, do you have any ideas for me?” You said sliding across the sofa, closer to the blonde boy

He hands trail over the blood on your shirt, staining his fingers and dragging his hand onto your jawline pulling your face up to his, so close but so fucking far, “I have a few ideas”

“Yeah”, You breathe out, “Show me”

Both of your lips interlock at a slow pace at first until he pulls your face away from him to breathe but his gaze drops to your spit covered lips and flushed out look before he smashes them up together for the second time and pulls you onto straddle his lap.

“God every fucking time I saw you with that prick I wanted to kill myself.” He confessed, letting his hands graze up your sides pulling your top off.

All you do in response is giggle whilst you tip your head back so he can lay a trail of saccharine sweet kisses from the base of your neck down to your tits. Your hands scratch his shoulders, bawling his shirt in your first hoping he’ll take it off.

And if Gods looking out for you, he pulls his shirt of ruffling if his hair and goes back to attack your chest with love bites, your hands reach to the back of his head grabbing a tuft of his hair as you throw your head back and moan as his teeth catch your nipples in his mouth.

“Vinnie, fuck oh my god” You moaned out, his hands moved to flip up your skirt and fondling your ass while you grind down on his hardened dick, then he takes shuffles around with his belt pulling it of and tossing it on the ground keeping you too connected with the bloody kisses falling from your lips on to his tan skin.

“Whenever he kissed you, touched you, my skin felt like it was on fucking fire,” He pulls of his pants with one swift motion as they fall to the ground with a light, airy thud, “He doesn’t fucking deserve you, your too hot for him,” 

You pull off of him to stare into his eyes, “Vinnie, I adore you, but if you bring up my ex one more damn time while we're about to have sex I’m getting up and leaving” You say will as emotionless of a face you can pull.

He airs out a breathy laugh but rather than replying he flips the two of you over onto the sofa and rips your skirt of, “Yes ma’am,” He starts, “But we both know your not leaving to go anywhere” 

He looks for a condom but I stop him, “I’m on birth control and your clean, don’t worry”, you say with the most poise you can muster whilst your under a 6 foot man

With his new found confidence, he lines up your entrance with his dick, carefully sliding in, going gently through your folds whilst you arch into the motion gasping out for him,

As your hands hook around his head to pull both of you into a kiss, he sets a ruthless pace, pounding into you like his life depends on it but not letting you relish a single moment of freedom.

He doesn’t stop for a second, not letting you rest whilst the entire room echos with sounds of skin slapping and it doesn’t stop, turning the melody of your skins coming in contact and the rhythm of your synched breathless moans turns the room into a orchestra of pleasure and carnal desire as both of you chase your release.

And it’s not far, you cum first with a loud moan and arching your back with your mouth in an ‘O’ shape and he’s not far behind cumming in you and dropping down on to you to place more hickeys all over you and claim you even more as his.

They say revenge is an act of passion, and while you're laying there, breath panting, legs sore and your ex-boyfriends biggest rival laying on top of you rubbing circles into your skin… you can’t help but think they're right, because what’s a bigger act of passion than sex? And what’s a bigger form of revenge than betrayal? And the best betrayal is the sight of your ex-boyfriend watching you limp out of a dressing room with your hair and makeup messed up whilst his rival follows behind you in an even worse state.

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[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Jack Harlow request: This idea just came to my mind, imagine Jack being out with the kids somewhere and a fan approaches him and gives him flowers. Of course he’s nice about it but the girls are like “ooooo- wait until mommy finds out.” And when you get home they tell you immediately before Jack gets a chance to. 🤣

Mommy's Day Off

"We're not done talking about this!", Jack's voice was gruff and loud, a giveaway that he was frustrated and upset. He was at his wits end in this argument but he wasn't willing to let sleeping dogs lie. He pulled at the curls at the back of his neck as he followed you around the house.

"Jack, lower your voice. Please", you bit back, your hands full of the kids' toys that were left around the house at the end of the night. "I just got Wes to sleep." You too were over this conversation, but you weren't ready to throw in the towel and forgive Jack yet.

You knew you were very lucky to be married to a man you considered your best friend, but that didn't mean you didn't have your issues. It was always the same argument with Jack; you would make plans for the family to spend time together, maybe a long weekend away or a Saturday outing, and his schedule would get in the way.

"You don't think I want to spend the weekend with my family instead of going to LA for some stupid press junket?" He didn't even feel like he had a leg to stand on in this fight, but he was contractually obligated to promote his new movie.

Jack felt like a broken record, having to defend his career tooth and nail against things he knew were more important to them. Sometimes he felt trapped in a cycle, forced to make sacrifices to keep his job afloat while also disappointing the people he cared about most, and it kept happening over and over again.

"I don't know, Jack", you sighed, as you adjusted the pillows on the couch, finding a stray baby sock in the crack of the cushions. "Do you?" You knew that was a low blow, but you were upset and caught up in the moment. You turned to face him, the hurt lingering on his features as he looked at you. "You're gonna leave this weekend, and I'll be here, alone, with three kids. Its not fair how much slack I have to pick up when you're not here."

Jack let out a breath through his nostrils, his jaw flexing as he tried to calm his breathing. "I keep telling you we could get a nanny or my mom offered to help you with the kids, but you keep shooting the idea down." You could feel your body tense, the grip you had on one of Aaliyah's stuffies strong enough to rip the head off at the seams. "Why are you so stubborn about it?"

It may have been unintentional, but Jack sure knew how to push your buttons.

"Because I want my husband here!" All of the items you had in your arms flew across the room when you threw your hands up. Jack stepped back to avoid a heavy plastic toy landing on his foot, as well as your wrath.

"I love Maggie, and she's such a great grandma, but its not fair to ask her to help out all the time, and I sure as hell don't want a stranger in our house around the kids! I want the man that I started this family with? Is that really so much to as for?" God, it felt good to get that off of your chest, even though you knew it didn't solve anything.

"Baby, lower your voice." Jack regretted shushing you as soon as he said it, the look you gave him enough to shut him up for the rest of the night. You took in a sharp breath, prepared to give him a piece of your mind when you heard a cry out in the distance. "Great", you mumbled under your breath, your teeth gritted together.

"Go get him, I'll clean up this mess up", Jack whispered as you left him standing alone in the living room.

****

The next morning, Jack's eyes fluttered open to the sound of Aaliyah running through the house. "Daddy, what're you doing in the libing room?" He sat up, trying to stretch out the crick in his neck from sleeping uncomfortably all night. "Daddy was silly last night, he got in trouble with mama."

Her face scrunched in a way that made him chuckle, her arms draping around his neck as she played with his ears. "Did you get put in time out?"

"I did", Jack lowered his voice to a whisper when he saw you walk past him. "An eight hour time out." He picked her up and headed into the kitchen.

Brooklyn was already eating her cereal and you had a fussy Wes balanced in your arms as you made Aaliyah some oatmeal. Jack had a moment of panic when he looked at the time. "Wait, aren't the girls going to be late for school?"

"We don't have school today. It's President's Day", Brooklyn said with a smile.

"That's right", Jack sighed as he ran his fingers through his messy chestnut curls, "I forgot all about that."

He looked over to you, his stomach in knots after your fight last night. You could feel his eyes on you, but sleep did nothing to fix your frustrations, so you weren't interested in making nice this morning. "I've got the studio reserved today and then I was thinking we could grab dinner tonight when I get home." That had the girls excited, both giddy about going to their favorite restaurant in Louisville. "Sound good to you, babe?" He was desperate to hear you say anything, even a single word.

"Actually, that's not gonna work for me", you uttered with a sarcastic tone. You handed Wesley to Jack, who balanced him on his forearm. "I'm gonna take the day off, go to brunch with my friends, maybe make it a spa day. You can take the kids with you to the studio."

Jack let out a frustrated breath. "I was really looking to buckle down and get some work done today", he spoke out of the corner of his mouth. "I think the girls would rather spend the day with their grandparents. I'll call them."

"Don't bother." You stopped him before he could grab his phone off the counter. "Your dad is spending the day with Clay, and I'm treating your mom to a well deserved day off." You turned to the girls, "doesn't a day with Daddy sound like fun?" Aaliyah let out a squeal of excitement. "Will Uncle Urby be there?" Brooklyn asked, a little bit hesitant about spending the day cooped up in a soundproof room, but if her favorite uncle was there, she could suck it up.

"Yeah, I'll make sure he comes", Jack said as he shot off a text to his best friend. "We're gonna get dressed!" Brooklyn took Aaliyah by the hand and they both ran up stairs to their room.

Alone in the kitchen, Jack turned to you. "I know you're upset with me, but this is unfair. You know how much pressure I'm under to finish this album."

You let out a hum as you gently grazed a finger along Wesley's cheek. "Jack, in all the years we've been married and been a family, I have always been incredibly understanding of you and your work. I've stood by you through everything, and I have never asked you to choose between us or your music career, because I know how important it is to you But I am exhausted. I'm taking this day for me, and you're just going to have to figure it out." You gave Wesley a kiss on the forehead and walked away before Jack could get another word out.

****

"Aaliyah, sit in your seat, please." Jack wiped the sweat off of his brow as he picked the diaper bag off the ground and placed it underneath the car seat.

Getting all three kids into the car proved to be more of a challenge than he was expecting, and he was already 30 minutes late for his slot at the studio and he hadn't even left the house. Wesley had a blowout right after he changed him into his clothes, and Aaliyah was having a meltdown over one of her stuffies.

"No! I need Mr. Effie! I can't leave the house without him", Aaliyah spoke through tears, her arms crossed over her chest. "Baby, we don't have time to find your stuffed elephant, we have to go." Jack said with an exasperated tone. "Now, please, sit in your seat."

"I can't go without him!", she cried out again. "Aaliyah, that's enough." Jack was trying his hardest to control his tone.

Brooklyn looked up from her iPad. "Dad, Mr. Effie is in the laundry room. Liyah got some apple sauce on him yesterday so mom had to wash him."

"Okay, watch your siblings. I'll be right back", Jack shut the car door and jogged into the house to find the stuffed animal. He frantically searched through the pile of clean clothes until he saw a peak of the elephant's trunk underneath. He snatched the toy and ran out the house.

"Thank you Daddy!", Aaliyah wiped her face and cuddled Mr. Effie close. Jack hopped into the front seat and turned to face the girls. "You're welcome. Now listen, I need to get work done today, so I need you to be on your best behavior, okay? No tears, no screaming, just being the sweet girls I know you can be."

"Yes, Dad", both girls said in unison as Jack pulled out of the garage and headed to the studio.

When they arrived downtown, Jack's head was buried so far in the diaper bag to find a pacifier for Wesley, he barely noticed the young woman who approached him in the parking lot.

"Excuse me, are you Jack Harlow?" Jack's head shot up and was on a swivel to see who was speaking. He had a moment of panic that he was being approached by some paps and that was the last thing he needed right now. The girl to the left of him looked harmless enough, nervous even, as she gave him a big smile.

"Sorry, you scared me", Jack chuckled, slinging the diaper bag on his shoulder. "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm-I'm just such a big fan of yours." She stuttered over her words, avoiding eye contact. "Thank you, that's so sweet of you to say. I've gotta get inside, but thank-"

"Hi!" Aaliyah waived at the fan from the backseat. "I'm Aaliyah! What's your name? " She was still too young to understand Jack's career and fame, and thought he just had a lot of friends everywhere they went.

Jack was quick to shut down the interaction. "Baby, get your stuff together so we can go inside." He was very protective of his family, and even though most of his fans were nice, he tried to prevent exposing the girls to the public as much as possible. He turned back to the fan who was now holding a bouquet of flowers in his face. "Oh, are these for me?"

"Yeah, your music has meant so much to me, I always said if I ever met you, I'd return the favor." Jack felt his cheeks heat up with embarrassment, it always meant so much to him when he came across a fan of his. "Thank you, that's incredibly nice of you." He gave her a hug and took a selfie with her before she took off.

"Daddy, those flowers are beautiful! Was that your girlfriend?", Aaliyah asked, her eyes wide at the beautiful bouquet. Jack knitted his brow together. "No baby, I don't have a girlfriend, I only have eyes for mama."

"She's not his girlfriend, but she is a secret admirer", Brooklyn teased as she jumped out of the car. "Mama's gonna be mad when she finds out."

"What's a secret amirer?", Aaliyah asked with a tilt of her head. "Its someone who secretly likes you, and she wasn't a secret admirer, she was just a nice fan." Jack grabbed the car seat out of the car, Wesley sleeping peacefully through all of the commotion. "Let's not tell Mama about this okay? I'm already in the dog house with her." He grabbed Aaliyah's hand as they rushed into the building. "Let's get inside, I'm already so late."

"Dog house?" Aaliyah questioned, looking up at Brooklyn, who just shrugged.

The three year old was learning a lot of new phrases today.

****

It was after dark when you finally got home. You noticed Jack's SUV in the garage when you pulled up into the driveway. You immediately felt guilty for leaving him by himself today, as soon as you left the house, but you had to admit, a day off was exactly what you needed. You had the stress massaged, waxed off, and plucked out of you with tweezers, and you were feeling a lot better.

Still, you knew it wasn't right to leave a fight unresolved, so you brought a peace offering, grabbing the boxes of pizza from your family's favorite place, out of the passenger seat before you headed inside. The house was eerily quiet, with three kids that was rarely a good sign, but everything seemed to be in once piece.

Its wasn't that you didn't trust Jack to take care of things, he was a fantastic father, but even you lost track of the house after a long day.

You flipped on the kitchen light, your breath hitching at the sight of the beautiful bouquet on the counter, full of your favorite flowers. You took a moment to sniff at the roses, your stomach fluttering at the romantic gesture.

You got so caught up in your emotion today, you let yourself forget for a moment that you were married to a man who made you feel incredibly loved and cherished every single day. Sure, you had your problems, but the good always outweighed the bad.

"Mama! Did you have a good spa day?" Brooklyn collapsed into a hug with you as soon as she saw you, making you stumble back. "I did. Did everything go okay today while I was gone?"

"We got to touch all the pretty buttons on the computer today!" Aaliyah exclaimed as she climbed into a dining chair. "You did? Did you behave for Daddy?", you asked, giving the girls some pizza. "Uncle Urby let us take pictures with his camera, it was a lot of fun", Brooklyn chimed in, her mouth full of cheese.

"The girls were very good, I was very proud of them." You felt Jack's presence as he walked into the kitchen, wearing a pair of sweats, his curls hanging in his face.

"Hi", he whispered with a small smile when you looked at him. He wouldn't admit it, but between being upset over your fight and taking care of the kids, he didn't get any work done today. He couldn't get you off of his mind, and all he wanted to do was hug you and apologize profusely.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" You grabbed Jack's hand and led him into the hallway, out of sight of the girls. As soon as you stopped and turned, you pulled him into a tight hug, your arms wrapping around his neck. Jack sighed contently as he held you against his chest, his hands roped around your waist.

"I hate fighting with you", you mumbled into his sweatshirt. "I do too", Jack admitted, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. You pulled back, stroking Jack's beard between your fingers. "I'm sorry. I never should have guilted you for working. I did exactly what I said I'd never do." You felt tears start to build in your lashes, the lump in your throat building.

"You were right, though", Jack wiped the wetness under your eye away with his thumb, "its not fair how much work you have to do when I'm not here. I feel so lucky that our kids have you, because today was a lot, and I can only imagine what you have to put up with every day."

You giggled, pulling him in by the neck for a quick kiss. "I wouldn't change it for the world." He felt so much better now that you two had made up and he had you back in his arms.

"Thank you so much for the flowers too, they're beautiful." You squeezed his hand affectionately as you walked back into the kitchen. Jack had no idea what you were talking about. "You're welcome?", he did a terrible job hiding the inflection in his voice. It didn't connect until he saw the flowers the fan gave him this morning. He'd completely forgotten about them in the rush of the day.

"Mama! Did you see the flowers?" Aaliyah ran over to you, and you picked her up, walking over to the flowers. "I did, they're beautiful, Daddy did a wonderful job."

"Daddy didn't buy these flowers", your middle child had zero filter or ability to keep a secret. Jack cowered, realizing his apology to you was short lived. You looked over at him. "What is she talking about?"

"He got them from a pretty lady. His secret admiral", her genetic dimple showed as she smiled big, so happy with herself for remembering the words. "Your what?" Your eyes were still on Jack, who was nervously biting at his thumb nail.

"Huh?" he perked up, pretending he didn't hear a word either of you said.

"We told him you were gonna be upset, Mama." Brooklyn admitted, biting another piece off of her slice of pizza.

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SEVEN [THE INBETWEEN] - P4L

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[3k] Two weeks since John B and Sarah have been gone and the pogues decide it's time for a proper memorial to say goodbye, but an impulsive gesture leaves two of the four remaining pogues heads spinning.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of death, unestablished relationship/unrequited love (Pope x Kiara), mentions of child abuse/neglect, general angst

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A/N‧₊˚ This is where things get a little tricky. Also, tumblr decided to kick me out of my mf account so thats why this is like 2 days late instead of one, I DID NOT LIE TO YALL😭 and sorry if this chapter moves a little fast

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“RISE AND SHINE, BLONDIE.” You whispered in the sleeping boy’s ear. JJ immediately slapped a harsh palm over his ear, effectively slapping himself and waking himself up, groaning in pain as you stood by giggling. 

“Fuck you.” He mumbled, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he sat up, Marley emerging next to him from under the covers. You tilted your head at the dog, scoffing.

“You do know that is my dog, right?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at a sleepy-eyed JJ who simply looked at the animal over his shoulder before turning back to you and shrugging with a sly smile on his face.

“Not anymore. Her real owner gives her bacon and she loves it.” He retorted, throwing an arm over Marley and pulling her into his side as he rubbed the top of her head. “Ain’t that right, girl?”

You rolled your eyes, your bare feet patting against the hardwood floors of The Chateau as you left the room, calling over your shoulder. “Then her real owner can clean up the aftermath when she vomits it out because she refuses to chew.” You reprimanded playfully, sliding your slippers onto your feet that were sat by the front door. “I’m gonna clean up a bit. Pope and Kie should be here soon. And I bought more cereal, it’s above the fridge.” You called out before going out onto the porch, letting the door shut behind you, the screen rattling. 

Today marked two weeks since John B and Sarah disappeared.

Pope and Kiara had finally made time in their schedules to do a proper send off. Not that you blamed them — Kiara’s parents wanted her as far away from the pogues as possible, with you being a semi-exception. They’d swamped her with work after school at The Wreck, working from the time school ended until the street lights came on. The weekends were no different, with the addition of taking the car away, only allowing her to drive it on the weekdays to and from school.

Heyward had Pope doing grocery run after grocery run, as well catching some of the seafood supply himself. Pope didn’t mind though, he was working on repairing his relationship with his parents after everything that happened. Things seemed to be looking up, Heyward didn’t scowl when you all came around anymore and his mother started to greet you all again. They were easing up on the restrictions, too — allowing Pope to drive the car again and be out past ten.

You and JJ had been managing — he was taking small, odd jobs here and there. Mowing lawns, fixing cars just to keep the lights on and the water running. You did what you could — sneaking into your house, only once or twice, to take some necessities and things to sell. You’d managed to pawn off a good chunk of your mother’s jewelry and some things you didn’t need anymore. It was enough to keep you both fed and clean.

Life was starting to seem okay again. It didn’t seem like there was such a large storm cloud over you and your friends anymore. Now, you just all felt an emptiness when you were together, which was probably why you weren’t together as much anymore.

School was…well, school. You and JJ hadn’t been since it happened. No adults to force you to go, right? Pope and Kie had been a few times, but their parents allowed them some time to themselves occasionally. 

Despite everything, today was the first day you all would be hanging out as a full group again. The Chateau always looked a mess but admittedly, you and JJ hadn’t been helping the place to look any better. The porch was littered with beer bottles, soda cans, snack wrappers. Things that had been piling up from your late night talks. 

Grabbing a plastic bag, you started gathering all of the trash and throwing it inside, the space already looking better.

“SO, HOW ARE WE DOING THIS EXACTLY?” Kiara asked, hands in her pockets as she stood in front of the big tree, next to Pope. The sun was starting to set, casting a low, orange hue over the backyard.

She and Pope had arrived not too long ago, the gathering not being as lively as it used to be. Less smiles, less laughs. There was small talk and a few jokes here and there but it just seemed so forced, as if no one wanted to say “let’s just get this over with”.

The group had been divided, although none of you would admit it aloud. It seemed as if Pope and Kiara did their thing, while you and JJ did yours. 

“We could just carve it. Might take a while, though…” Pope pitched, rubbing his hands over the top of his head and shifting his weight. 

“I mean, we got all day.” JJ shrugged simply, adjusting the baseball cap on his head. “I say we carve this baby up.” He shrugged, hiking up the toolbox in his hand, the metal objects inside rattling, and walking to the forefront of the group. You walked up beside him, looking up with your hands in your back pockets. “Care to do the honors?” He smiled down at you, flicking out a pocket knife in your direction.

Taking the object from his hand, you faced the large, loud live oak tree and began carving the initials of your fallen friend into the wood.

THREE HOURS AND TWO BEERS LATER AND THE TREE WAS CARVED AND BRANDED. A tan-colored, heart-shaped splotch in the center.

2003   2020

JOHN B ROUTLEDGE

P4L

After you’d finished carving, JJ had done the honors of engraving the words with a heated piece of metal, burning the words forever into the oak. The four of you raised a beer to John B, hoping that he could feel you wherever he was.

You’d branched off afterwards, something that never happened before but you’d grown accustomed to the odd dynamic between the group now. You all tried your hardest to ignore it or remedy it but it was useless. 

Pope was sitting on a log, staring at the fire JJ had started. JJ was swinging in the hammock as you made your way over to Kiara, who was sitting on the steps of The Chateau.

“Hey. You alright?” You asked, sitting down next to the girl as she took a sip of her beer, humming in response.

“As alright as I can be, I guess.” She replied almost despondently. You were all grieving in your own ways but something about Kiara’s grief didn’t seem like grief. It was like she was dealing with some other conflicting emotions on top of it all. “You and JJ have been keeping this place up, huh? I can actually see wood on the floor.” She joked lightly.

You chuckled in response. “Yeah... yeah, we’re trying. The place is one kick away from collapsing but it’s a home, nonetheless.”

“Have you been home? Since…” You nodded your head at the girl’s question, staring down at your sneakers.

“...Once or twice just to steal some shit to pawn off. I don’t really care for anything in that house anymore. Or anyone…” Kiara simply drew her lips into a thin line, nodding silently with no clue as to how to continue the conversation. So, you took the initiative for her. “How’ve you been? With your parents? Pope?”

She just grimaced and shrugged, playing with the rim of the open beer bottle. “They’re... going, I suppose. My parents don’t even know I’m here right now. If they did…” She trailed off, scoffing. “And Pope, I don’t know. He’s sweet, he’s just not…” She trailed off once again, but this time it was like she knew what she wanted to say but it was almost as if she couldn’t. Wouldn’t. She seemed weary, hesitant — eyes fleeting between your own and the blades of grass beneath her feet. “Whatever. Forget it. Me and Pope are figuring it out, I guess. I’m trying to give it a chance.”

“That’s good.” You smiled smally, nodding absentmindedly. “If it helps, he really does like you. So, even if you two don’t work out, just let him down easy. He’s our friend and a really good guy.” She simply nodded, taking another swig of her beverage and looking out into the distance. Suddenly, she was standing from the steps, hands on her knees.

“I’m gonna go get another beer...” She sighed before walking back inside.

Maybe you were reading too much into it but Kiara’s grief was seeming more like a cold shoulder...

“YOU WARM ENOUGH, POPE?” You inquired, sitting next to the boy on the log, him shooting you a small smile before returning his gaze to the flames in front of him. The fire casting an amber glow over his skin, making his eyes seem browner, almost softer. 

“Yeah, a little too hot.” He chuckled lightly, leaning back further onto the wooden seat, placing his hands behind him for support. “...I meant to ask, is JJ okay? Like, actually?” He asked with a bit of hesitance, eyeing the blonde swaying calmly on the hammock. You followed his sights, spotting JJ swaying lowly before turning back to Pope.

“He’s…doing better than I expected. But that goes for all of us, I suppose.” You offered honestly. “Why’d you ask?” You questioned, to which Pope shrugged one shoulder before replying.

“I know John B was a really big part of his life. If I was as close as those two, I don’t know how I’d feel. I know we haven’t been around much, Kie and I, but he just seems…too calm.” You didn’t know how to tell Pope that JJ was far from fine. That you’d hear him crying at night, muffled as he tried to wake you not knowing that you couldn’t sleep knowing he was outside the door crying and you couldn’t do anything to comfort him.

You’d tried asking him about it yourself. He simply acted like he didn’t know what you were talking about and you weren't one to push him. Not now, at least.

“He’s handling it all in his own way.” You reassured with mild uncertainty. “But I’ll keep an eye on him. How are you, though?”

The boy drew his lips into a thin line, tilting his head to the side in thought before shrugging and looking out at the fire in front of him. “I…don’t know.” He struggled out, almost as if he wasn’t completely sure of the words but also unsure if he was truly unsure. His brown eyes met yours, slightly glassed over with frustrated tears. “I really just don’t know.”

You gave him a pitiful smile before scooting closer and throwing your arm over his shoulders. The two of you sat in warm, content silence. In all your time of knowing Pope, he was never either fully closed off or openly emotional. He was the definition of a ticking time bomb — bottling everything up until he reached a certain breaking point. But this time, you’d figured he’d had all the meltdowns he could. 

AS YOU APPROACHED THE HAMMOCK, another figure became clear next to JJ’s — Marley curled up in a sleeping ball of fur next to the blonde. You chuckled under your breath at the sight, nudging the swing with your knee to prompt JJ to open his eyes. The boy peeked one eye open before the other, eyes fleeting the yard at Pope and Kiara’s frames talking at the bonfire before returning to yours. 

You took a seat on the grass in front of the hammock, looking up at JJ as he made the small effort to turn on his side to look down at you without disturbing the peaceful animal beside him. 

“Done being the group therapist?” He yawned, pushing the blonde locs of hair out of his face. You simply shrugged, rubbing a hand across your forehead. 

“Yeah, my office is closed.” You sighed, leaning back on your palms — small pebbles and mulch chips digging into them but you were too tired to care. “But you know I’m always willing to listen for you.” You said playfully, shooting the blonde a wink. He giggled in response, leaning forward in the hammock with one hand clutching it for support.

“You promised no pushing.” He mumbled sleepily.

“I’m not pushing.” You assured, throwing your hands up in surrender. “I’m just... politely suggesting that you open up to your best friend, is all.” You shrugged nonchalantly, pretending to pick at your nails. 

“Right...how about we do a little switch-a-roo then, hm?” He threw out, shifting around once more in the hammock, eyes piercing yours. “How have you been? With everything. Bree, your mom…” He trailed off, eyes never leaving yours even though you avoided eye contact the moment he started listing issues. “I mean, The Chateau is nothing compared to your beachfront palace in Kooklandia. You gotta miss it sometimes. You’re telling me you never think about goin' home?”

You snarled, shrugging off his statement. “This is my home.” You declared, drifting your eyes upwards to connect with his, the amber glow of the bonfire making his eyes appear more green-toned than blue. “I never wanted to move to Figure Eight in the first place. I didn’t care about the ocean view or the fact that our living room and kitchen didn’t have to be one room anymore.” You explained, drawing shapes into the dirt. “I feel safe here.” You muttered. “I feel safer with you guys...”

He simply hummed and nodded in agreement. “I get that.” He sighed. “I feel the same about my house. I don’t really care that all my shit is there and that I have to sneak back and forth to get what I need. My dad… he makes me hate that house. And I hate myself for being able to hate the house because of him but not being able to hate him.”

“He’s your dad, though. It’s understandable. You feel like you should love him no matter what.”

“...Do you hate your mom?” You paused your drawing in the dirt to peer up at JJ through your lashes, his eyes wide and wondering. The question caused you to feel a way you’d never felt before. It was such a loaded question and even with everything that happened, you figured the answer should be easy but...it wasn’t. Saying that you hated your mother felt like venom on your tongue. Even if you knew you had every right to say that you did.

“No.” You sighed, tucking your hair behind your ears. “But, it’s like, I don’t love her either. I just…don’t recognize her anymore. In my eyes, she’s not my mother. But in my heart, she is and always will be. And I hate that.”

The two of you fell into silence after that, the only sound being cicadas and crickets. You directed your gaze up to the sky, counting the stars and silently acknowledging constellations while JJ kicked one leg out to swing the hammock gently as he stared up as well.

You figured the conversation ended there. It was getting late and you’d scored a babysitting gig for tomorrow that was paying good money. So, you figured heading to bed now was ideal because being late wasn't. You sighed, hands slapping your knees as you stood up with a groan, stretching as JJ’s eyes drifted to your frame.

“Well, I think my social battery has officially died.” You yawned, stepping closer to the blonde to ruffle his fluffy head of hair. “Night, blond-” You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence before JJ’s hand was wrapping itself around your wrist, pulling you down until your faces were just centimeters apart, him taking the opportunity to connect your lips with his, placing his free hand on the nape of your neck.

Your eyes went impossibly wide as the blonde pressed his lips to yours firmly, his eyes closed blissfully. A normal, friendly reaction would be to push him away, to say that you shouldn’t be doing this. But the way he was kissing you..

It was like he’d been waiting his whole life to do it.

From the way his fingers dug into your skin to the amount of force he was using to hold you in place.

Something in you suddenly relaxed, allowing you to close your own eyes and move your lips to kiss him back. Your lips moved in perfect sync with his for the moment. But you figured it would be nothing but. This was JJ, your best friend. He knew you like the back of his-

Oh. Oh, God. You were kissing your best friend. You were kissing JJ. 

You pulled back so fast you nearly stumbled over your own feet, head whipping around in panic to find Kie and Pope still engulfed in their own conversation before turning back to the starstruck blonde in front you. His hair was messy and his lips were swollen with a deep shade of red blooming within the lower one. His own blue eyes were wide but you didn’t know for what reason. 

You just looked at each other with an unknown expression. Terror? Confusion?

Neither of you said anything, just stared at each other, panting in panic. Your heart was beating wildly out of your chest prompting you to adjust the neckline of your top away from your throat, the material suddenly feeling constricting.

You didn’t know what else to do so you did the only thing you could do.

Swallowing harshly and touching your aching, wet lips, you swiftly walked off in the direction of The Chateau. The last thing you heard was JJ call out your name one, heart aching time before the door of The Chateau closed behind you.

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[sugarmouchie]

First time doing any request!! How do you think Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma, Childe, Ayato, and Itto (plus whoever else) would react to their partner owning a reptile? I’m gonna be getting a bearded dragon soon <3

🪷 a/n. THATS SO CUTE yesyesyes and good for u!!

— how they react when they see your pet reptile 🪽

🪷 warnings. mentions of alcohol on kaeya’s part, kaeya being a menace to diluc in diluc’s part, a lil self indulgent, lmk if i missed anything 🤍

DILUC.

- astonished. to say the least. his voice or face doesn’t prove it tho, but trust me he really loves it lol

- tbh, i think diluc would be the type to always want a pet reptile such as a bearded dragon because of their scales, yeah he seems like that type of person

- DEFINITELY tries to befriend it with his bird 😭😭

(it works btw)

- sometimes when he comes back to the winery, he sees your pet and his bird sitting together on a cushion near the windowsill and he texts you about it later on

- kaeya gets confused when he randomly sees your animal just unexpectedly sitting there on the table in the winery

- then diluc tells him it’s his significant other’s, which he is wide-eyed about and says “YOU CAN ACTUALLY PULL PEOPLE?” which you can hear from all the way upstairs 😕

- no diluc slander tho i love him, sorry got too carried away LOL

- but in conclusion, he would check up on your pet every day at a certain time period to see if it’s still sitting in the most random place ever

KAEYA.

- “not surprised that you have another thing to love you” is what he instantly says when he notices you cuddling aside your pet on the bed

- your face instantly flushes red 😭

- he adores you sm, he also makes sure to take care of your reptile with you

- sometimes he randomly comes up behind you and whispers into your ear saying stuff like “is your little pet well taken care of?”

- he cares a little too much because he’s jealous of diluc having a pet so he always wanted one too LOL

- he calls the both of you parents of your pet

- he’s one to randomly come into your room in the middle of the night, check if your pet is right next to you, and steal it from your arms while you’re sleeping

- when you wake up you’re so confused, but then you go downstairs to see him giving your pet his favorite alcohol drink as a joke, he wouldn’t actually do that ofc

THOMA.

- when i tell you he loves it, he LOVES it.

- trust, when he first saw it, his eyes were quite literally glittery.

- despite being a dog person because of his dog, he’s one to care for every type of pet

- he’s literally a househusband, do you really expect for him to not care about your baby too?

- LOL other than that, he’s really cute when it comes to taking care of his pets, and yours ofc.

- one time he almost melted because when your reptile tried to bite him, he did NOT see it as a threat at all. the real reason he found it so cute was because the little bite your pet tried to perform failed 😭😭

- he felt so bad when he noticed a little, almost unnoticeable pout on your pet’s face

- has definitely made a little hut for your pet before in your shared bedroom :(( it’s so cute

CHILDE.

- definitely treats it like his brother, teucer.

- no like, quite literally almost does the exact same things he does to teucer to your pet.

- it’s cute to watch tho

- one time, he was literally sitting down at the dinner table with your pet in his lap, leaning down a little to spoon feed it a little bit of food.

- exactly like he did with teucer, except they were right next to each other. he spoon fed teucer ALL the time, and now he’s doing it to your baby.

- that’s so cute to think about

- other than that, he’s quite childeish with it. (haha get it? childe-ish? ok that was embarrassing.. anyway..)

- ok but actually, he’s childish with it LMAO

- one time it scratched him, not even making a mark btw, and he came over to you with your reptile in his hand and yelled out

- “this b*tch scratched me!!”

- “lemme see”

- “it didn’t even make a mark, stop being dramatic.”

- he loves it very much tho :))

AYATO.

- “hm. fascinating.” his exact words when he first sees it.

- he acts like it isn’t that important, but one time when you came home from work, your reptile was resting in his luxury bed with your reptile’s required food, except it looked really expensive.

- you instantly assume it was ayato.

- you tell him and he’s like, “mhm?”

- “that’s normal, is it not?”

- he cares for it like he cares for ayaka, but you never catch him doing it

- except for the few times that he said he bought your pet its required food, except he had jars and jars of food in his hands.

- yeah, he cares a lot.

- he sometimes watches it squirm around in its habitat (that he built for it by the way, and despite not being an architect, his luxurious-self that he likes to brag about built it with some of the most finest materials) and listens to the soft sounds of whatever noises it makes.

ITTO.

- instantly tries to pair it up with his beetles.

- he LOVES to bring it to watch his little beetle fighting contests with him

- he records it ofc, then sends it to you while you’re at work, catching you completely off guard when you noticed your little pet right next to him watching the contest.

- has definitely placed it on top of his head and walked home with it constantly touching his horns

- he was giggling the entire time 😭 he’s such a man-baby it’s adorable

- definitely falls asleep with it in your shared bed with the tv playing your favorite song

- he thinks of you all the time when he’s hanging out with your baby :)

- every time you bring up the fact that he got scared when you introduced it to him, he says, “at least i took the fear like a boss!”

- but other than that, he quickly got used to it after you kept randomly jump scaring him with your pet behind his back.

- even one time, when he wasn’t used to it yet, it crawled/slithered up his back when he was asleep and he woke up and screamed for a second louder than the sound barrier which woke you up too 😭😭

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[matts-k1tten]

Hi :) my dog just recently went missing and its taken a toll on me so I was wondering if you could write a sad little oneshot or wtv about Matt or Chris comforting y/n because her dog went missing? If not thats okay just an idea 😁 btw I love your stories they're so good!!

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summary: req!

warnings: angst, fluff, that’s pretty much it

not proofread

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“What do you mean Kiva is gone?” I shout through the phone obvious confusion laced in my voice. “I-I’m sorry sweetie, Your father and I let her in the back so she could play and when we checked back again she was-“ She paused inhaling “gone.” She finishes.

I laugh slightly trying to hide the anxiety. “W-well did you check the neighbors backyards? Ask them! Put up posters? I don’t know do anything you know how much she means to me!” I yell my voice cracking a bit. “We asked honey, she’s just gone.” My mother replies.

Kiva is my dog who is also my best friend. I don’t know why I’d do without her.

“Why would you tell me this now? Please just find her! Y’know what? I’m gonna find her stay right there!” I cry out through the phone. “No! It’s fine, I know you’re with Matt. Please, try not to worry darling we’ll do our best to find her. For now, do anything to get your mind off this situation. Love you.” My mom answers and hangs up before I get the chance to speak up.

I stand in the living room frozen anxiety biting me from head to toe.

Where is she? What is she doing? Is she safe? Did someone take her?

Thought flooded my mind as I slowly lowered my phone from my ear and tried not to cry. I took in a deep breathe and walked back into Matt’s room, where he was laying in his bed comfortably not a worry in his mind.

“Everything ok, angel? I heard yelling and you sounded stressed.” Matt sits up. I refuse to look in his eyes knowing I’d burst into tears when his eyes meet mine. Instead I keep my eyes focused on the floor.

“Yea, everything’s fine.” My voice shakes. I tried to get my mind off Kiva but I really couldn’t, that dog means so much to me.

“Y/n.” Matt says sternly. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Matt reassures me. I nod slowly. Matt pats the spot next to him signaling me to come sit with him.

“Tell me angel, what happened?” With his words and tone of voice I bursted into uncontrollable sobs. Matt just gives a sympathetic look and pulls me into his chest rubbing my back in a soothing manner trying to get me to calm down.

“I-I-I” I try to form a sentence but can’t due to my emotions clouding my thoughts. “Shh, Shh, it’s okay. Breathe for me, yeah?” Matt whispers in my ear.

I nod still breathing heavy with my face buried in his chest.

I take a deep breathe through my nose taking in his scent. “Talk to me, y/n” Matt says quietly. I pull back and lay my head on his shoulder as he rubs my back slowly. “My dog-“ I swallow “She went missing.” I respond. Matt nods for me to keep going.

“Kiva, she means so much to me and I’m emotionally attached to her-“ I choke on my tears and cough. “We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to, love. we can just hang out and do whatever you want as long as it calms you down okay?” Matt pulls away and smiles at me.

I can’t help but smile back and nod.

Matt lays down and pulls me on his chest, he leans over me and grabs the remote and puts on a comedy movie.

“Do you want snacks?” Matt asks in a soothing voice. I shake my head suddenly tiredness washing over me. “No, I’m good. I’m just a bit tired.” I respond yawning. Matt laughs at me his chest shaking as a chuckles.

“Alright, you can take a nap.” Matt says quietly. I could hear the smile in his voice.

I only hum back and close my eyes with Matt stroking my hair.

“I love you, angel.” Matt whispers in my ear and kisses my head. I smile slightly.

“I love…you more.” I say quietly already drifting off to sleep. Matt kisses my head again and also goes to sleep.

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a/n: idk if this is what u requested and if it’s not then i’m sorry and ik it’s short i’m sorry and i hope you find your dog soon!!

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[oneforthemunny]

can't stop thinking about sweet girl finding a puppy and bringing her home to cowboy!eddie. Maybe she found her at a gas station on her way home from work. She's a scrappy-looking mutt, but precious all the same.

Eddie spots her car flying up the drive, shaking his head at her speed and taking off his work gloves, heading to meet her up by the house. He's getting ready to scold her when she opens the door and puts her hands up in defense, "I know I was speeding but I have an actual good reason this time!" He raises an eyebrow and walks closer, hands on his hips as he says "Sure better, missy. You also better have a good reason as to why you're not wearin' a jacket in this cold. Gonna get sick walkin' 'round with just a short sleeve on." she kisses him quick and sweet, "There's a good reason for that too!". She's giddy as she turns and leans into the car, grabbing the sweet puppy that she wrapped up in her coat and presenting her to him. Eddie immediately shakes his head, looking away to gather his patience before turning back to her, "Aw, hell. Baby no, absolutely not." She pouts, "Eddie there is no way I was just going to let her freeze by the gas station dumpster! I promise I'll take good care of her, you won't have to do a thing. She'll be all mine." She scratches the fur on the top of her head. Eddie swore he saw the dog actually smile. He sighs and scratches the scruff on his chin, "We can keep her for the night, and talk about options in the mornin', but I'm not having a dog in the house, no ma'am, " He waves his arm out towards the barn and pasture, "Do you see all the animals we already have? And those chickens that were also supposed to be "all yours"?" She goes to argue again, but Eddie cuts her off, walking up to her and pushing her hair behind her ear, "Sweetheart I know she's cute, and I don't mind givin' her some shelter for the night. But first thing in the mornin' we're takin' her into town."

Later that night Eddie wakes up to her side of the bed empty. He goes searching for her in the living room and his heart pangs when he sees her curled up on the floor in the little pin he made for the puppy. The dog is cuddled against her chest, content as can be while they both sleep.

Safe to say he ended up not being able to say no to her.

UGH I need him

I don’t think he’d dare even say no because he knows what that will bring. like he knows he’s gonna give in any ways, so he’d fight with her on “she’s not staying in the house.”

“eddie-“

“nope. i’ll make her a place out on the porch. make it nice and warm, but she’s not staying in the house.”

“it’s freezing out here!”

“fine, the garage. she’s not staying in the house. she’s filthy.”

“i’m going to give her a bath!”

“no. she’s not staying in the house. i’m not having a dog piss everywhere and tear shit up.” he shakes his head. “we can take her to the vet tomorrow, get her checked out, but no. not in the house.”

“fine.” your lips snarl. “i’m staying with her.”

“the hell you are-“

“-she’s scared, eddie!” you shrill. “i’m not leaving her alone so you can either let her stay in the house, or i’ll sleep outside with her. your choice.”

and eddie is fucking fuming. he’d never had an inside dog before ever. ever. his grandparents were the old school type, the dogs stayed outside on the farm.

still, the dog slowly became an inside dog. your dog, that was for sure. you carried her around like a little baby, spoiled her.

definitely one of those situations where eddie ends up loving her. i love it.

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[guardkeywolf]

Male reader that is 7'3 tall like that mf towers everyone and has a big dog I mean a HUGE boy that you can ride on and perverse Male reader and sleeps on his bed literally

I just wanna see the bois on call of dutys reaction meeting him-

(Gonna be my first time writing so PRAY for meeee, I hope this is good)

BIG THANK YOU to the Anon who requested this!

I'm freaking out but trying my best!

So I hope you like this

141 Boys X Male Reader with a Big Wolf

When Laswell said they were getting a new soldier, Price had just expected a simple newbie that they would have to train.

The C.I.A. agent was quick to stop those thoughts when she mentioned that you were a good tracker and also had a K9 companion that also followed him around as well.

Your name was “Y/n” but went by Hound on the field. You were great at stealth despite having a height of 7’3, but you were also selectively mute. Price could only glare at your file when he also saw the picture of the K9 that was tall enough to ride on.

Price could only listen in silence as Laswell continued to tell him about the man’s skills. Some parts even making him question where the hell someone managed to find you as well.

When she concluded her speech, both said their goodbyes before hanging up. Price sat on his desk as he let his thoughts wander about Y/n and decided to get up and inform the rest of boys.

After doing so, the next day, the helo landed as Price and could only prepare himself for their newest recruit.

It seemed your file wasn’t playing tricks on him when he saw your 7’3 stature along with the Black Timber Wolf, which god only knows how you tamed, that walked along your side.

When you came up to him, Price introduced you to the 141. Even so, his eyes were on the wolf at all times. Ghost, Gaz, and Soap also had similar reactions as they stared in bewilderment at the animal.

After introductions, he let you go settle in before turning back to his men.

“I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WAS A K9, NOT A WHOLE GODDAMN WOLF!” Soap screamed at him.

“Sir, how the hell did Kate find this man?” Gaz could only question him.

Price shrugged back in response before turning to Ghost.

The man stared back and shrugged before turning away to go back to what he was doing previously. Price let the other two go as he could only imagine what else was going through their minds.

(Gonna do something weird and kinda switch to headcannons here)

Soap

Was surprised when he saw the Wolf first rather than you

Despite freaking out slightly, he really really REALLY wanted to rub that K9's belly

Call him a good boy too

He looked so calm when standing next to you and couldn't help but wonder how you two met as well

He also wished he could ride on top of him like Y/n did but the wolf turned away from him

When it was nighttime, he went to go get something from the fridge

He hardly took notice of Y/n before turning around and eyes widening in fear before hitting him with the sandwich he made and slamming you to the ground

When he noticed it was you he relax and apologized but told you to make yourself know before walking you back to your room

When he saw you open the door, he saw the wolf laying on your bed

The wolf spared him a glance and looked at his owner before moving slightly to give you some space on the bed

Y/n chuckled before getting the bed as well

Soap could only close the door as you and the wolf fell asleep cooing at how cute you two were in bed

Ghost

Was surprised to see the wolf but didn't show it

Questioned how you and the wolf met though to himself

Definitely kept a more close eye on you and your wolf than the others

Didn't mind making small conversation with you either

When it was nighttime and he was up reading, he decided to get some water but didn't realize you crept up behind before reaching over him to get something for yourself

He elbowed you in your rib before grabbing the closest thing to a knife in the kitchen

When he did spin back around and notice it was you he sent a small glare but apologized

He offered to walk you back to your room too

He noticed the dog on the bed and squinted a bit but thought nothing of it

Gaz

Was in awe when he saw the huge black wolf

Like Soap, he was also curious to pet the K9

Thought you were like the ultimate beast tamer or something when he saw you ride up on the damn wolf up to them and nearly passed out

Also took in you appearance more when he met you

At night, he was up and walked right past you chilling on the couch

When you came up behind, he turned around and shrieked

Like HIGH pitch girl shriek

He stared at you for a second before telling you to tell no one

He was so embarrassed that he began to walk back to his room and you followed

Just before entering his room, he turned around and saw the wolf laying on top of your bed comfortably and gushed over the sight as it sleep

Price

Like the others, he was surprised but wasn't fazed by your presence

The Wolf however caught his attention quickly

Laswell said it was a K9

It wasn't a K9

It was a big ass wolf that you could ride on top of

It was like something you'd see out of a fairytale or something

Price could only shake his head as he watched you and the wolf head towards your room

During the night, he was up finishing some paperwork and decided to go make some tea

Surprisingly, he walked right past you and you decided to follow to see what the Captain was up to

While the man made his tea, you came up from behind casting a shadow over Price and the Captain took notice before nearly wiping around and hitting you with the kettle

Thankfully you dodged just in time before Price finally realized who it was

The man's heart was pounding as he breathed before finally getting it under control

He didn't ask what your were doing up but did say you should be in bed at this hour and nodded towards the barracks and walked you towards them

While he watched you enter your room he saw the black fur that belong to your canine companion

He was surprised to see he wasn't in a cage but slept on the bed with you

He didn't comment as he closed the door and let you two sleep but kept the image in his head

He found it cute

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[callsign-dexter]

My Daughter, My Heart Pt. 1

Summary: Jake gets his papers and instead of talking it out with his long-term girlfriend he does something that is beyond repairable.

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Ex-Girlfriend (OC: Elizabeth Taylor), Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, cursing, heartbreak

Masterlist

My Daughter, My Heart

Prolog Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The alarm on Jake's phone is what woke him up. He was quick to wake up and turn it off and when he did so he looked over at his girlfriend of 5 years and smiled at her sleeping form. He loved her he really did but the thought of him getting deployed and him having to break her heart when he didn't come back broke him even though he didn't let anyone see it. Breaking out of his thoughts he slowly got up and looked at the time and the clock read 5:30 AM he sighed and got up and started getting ready for the day.

Once a shower was done and everything to do in the bathroom was done he was heading to the kitchen. Jake started the coffee to get it going for both him and Elizabeth as the coffee was going he went outside to the mailbox. Most of the time he would get in a morning run but decided against it he could do it after work. As he was walking down the driveway their neighbor Mrs. Allen was out walking her dog. "Hi, Jake!" She said excitedly and Jake smiled.

"Hello, Mrs. Allen. Early start of your day I see." He said as he was opening the mailbox and grabbing the mail.

"Yes! I'm going to be out for most of the day and need to get the energy going." She said and he smiled and nodded. Jake was dressed in his Navy ABUs. He would get changed into his flight suit once he got there.

"I understand that. Well, it's been nice talking to you!" Jake said as he waved to her with the mail in his hand.

"You too, Jake! I'll see you around." She said and he smiled and nodded and headed up the house. When he got in there he heard the shower running and he smiled because that meant that Elizabeth was up and getting ready for the day.

As Jake was looking through the mail he found nothing too exciting than one piece stuck out to him it was labeled with the Navy's official stamp and his name sprawled across it. He put down the rest of the mail and opened that piece. They were sending him on a 1-year long deployment and his heart dropped to his stomach when he saw that they were sending him Saturday night, tomorrow night. He truly did love deployments but that also meant a chance of him not coming home. When he heard the patter of feet coming down the stairs he quickly put the letter away with his work stuff and smiled when Elizabeth came into the room. "Good morning." She said with a smile and he smiled back.

"Good morning." He replied and kissed her as she walked up to him. He handed her coffee and she began going through the mail. Seeing nothing interesting or immediate attention she pushed it to the side. "I'm gonna be late tonight." Jake said to her and she nodded.

"That's ok. I'm gonna have to stay late to finish up some grading and paperwork." Elizabeth said and he nodded. He had already made up his mind that on his lunch break, he would come and get his stuff. He didn't have much there considering that it was her place and he had already bought a place before he met her so it was still considered very new and he was letting Javy, his friend from The Naval Academy, stay there. He was in his mind thinking of everything and wasn't paying attention until she had said his name. "Jake?" Elizabeth asked and he looked up.

"Hmmm?" He asked

"Did you hear me?" She asked and he shook his head.

"No sorry I have a lot of my mind." He said and she frowned.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked and he shook his head.

"No. I got to get to work. I love you." He said and kissed her hard and extra long then he headed out the door, leaving a confused Elizabeth. He didn't even give her a chance to say she loved him back.

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Jake got to the base in record time and through the gate without any trouble. As soon as he parked another car pulled in next to him and he recognized it as Javy’s. They both got out at the same time. "Did you get the orders?" Javy and Jake nodded.

"Yup. Sure did. You?" Jake said as they walked into their building and to the office that they shared.

"Yea I did, I leave the say after you. Have you told Elizabeth?" Javy asked. He was fond of Elizabeth and considered her a friend.

"No. I don't want to. I'm thinking of ending things with her." Jake said and it pained him to say that.

"What? Why?" Javy asked looking at him shocked.

"This is the longest deployment I'm going to be on. All the others were short. I don't want to break her heart when I don't come home. So I'm gonna go at lunch and move out and back to the house." He said and finally looked up at his friend who was looking at him like he had two heads.

"Jake. That's absurd, even for you." Javy said and Jake hung his head.

"I know but it has to be done. I don't have much there." He said and Javy sighed and gave up trying to convince him to do the opposite of what he's going to do.

"Fine. I'm not happy with your decision but I'll help you." Javy said and Jake nodded.

"We'll go at lunch." Jake said

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After the weird goodbye, Elizabeth got ready for the day. Jake's behavior still running through her mind. She didn't know what to think about it and tried not to think about it. She and Jake had met through Javy and it was an instant connection. As she was putting her makeup on for the day so made a mental note to text Jake. As she was walking down the steps she decided to go ahead and text him.

I don't know what happened this morning but I love you and hope you have a good day.

She hit send and waited for a reply, which usually happened fairly soon after the first text. As she waited so got nothing and that made her heart drop. She decided to push it behind her and get along with her day. Elizabeth worked on base at the school. She was the middle school history teacher and she loved her job.

When she was done inside she headed out to her car and started her journey to the base. She wasn't in the Navy but a civilian working on a Navy base. When she got to the school she parked and walked in. Soon her students would start piling in. She tried to call Jake hoping he wasn't up in the air. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed his number after 3 rings it went to voice-mail.

You've reached Jake Seresin. Please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

Hey Jake, it's me. I'm not going to be able to do lunch today. I'm just not feeling all that great. I hope you have a good day and I love you.

Elizabeth frowned as she finished her message this was not like Jake. She didn't have to think long because a turning in her gut had her rushing out of her classroom and to a nearby bathroom. She barely made it into the stall before she was throwing up. This had been going on for about a week, she thought it was just a stomach bug that she had caught from her students so she let it go. She didn't tell Jake because she didn't want to burden him. When she was done throwing up she went back to her classroom just as soon as the students started to come in. She sighed and started her day.

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When lunchtime came around for Jake and Javy both men went and got into Jake’s truck and went to the house. Before they left the building Jake saw that he had some messages from Elizabeth but decided to ignore them. When he listened to the voice-mail he thought maybe what he was doing was out of line and he should back out, but those thoughts came back and he decided to move along with his plan. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Javy asked and Jake nodded.

"I'm sure." He said as they pulled out of the base and drove the short amount of time to the house. When they got there and parked in the driveway and headed inside everything was the same as they had left it. Jake sighed standing in the kitchen looking around but got a move on, if he wanted to do this he needed to do it now.

"You're 100% sure?" Javy asked one more time looking around the house that he had been to so many times.

"Yes, Javy. I'm 100% committed to this decision." Jake said with a slight annoyance even though he was thinking about having second thoughts.

"Ok man. Just making sure." Javy said as he followed Jake to the bedroom. Everything was still the same. Jake went to the closet and pulled out two duffle bags and sat them on the bed and began to put his belongings in them. It was silent as the two men worked with the occasional question from Javy about something.

All of the clothes and bathroom items were cleaned out and packed they headed to the front of the house. Jake had decided to leave the TV, couches, and most of the appliances there for her since he was going to be deployed and wouldn't need them. He grabbed his computer, charges, extra phone charges, and odds and ends that were lying around. "I think that's everything." Jake said while doing a look around one more time.

"I don't think this is right. She loves you, man." Javy said and Jake sighed and hung his head. He knew it was wrong but to him, it had to be done.

"I know. I just don't want to break her heart when I don't come home." Jake said and Javy nodded as they picked the stuff up and headed to Jake’s truck and put everything in the backseat. Jake had left his keys sitting on the counter along with the garage door remote. He still had time if he wanted to back out but he pushed those feelings behind and walked out the door for the last time.

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When the school had let out for the day Elizabeth stayed back and worked on some work like she would. She sighed and smiled a little to herself thankful it was Friday but also for the little child growing in her. During her lunch hour, she had run up to the store and bought a couple of pregnancy tests and took them when she got back to the school, and after waiting 5 minutes they both showed positive. She and Jake weren't actively trying but they sure weren't doing anything to avoid it.

When she finished up what she needed she packed her stuff up and headed to her car. She said her goodbyes to her friends and colleagues who had stayed late as well. She had been too busy to text or call Jake so she sent him a message. When she got her phone out she frowned at the lack of notifications.

Hey! Finally done for the day! I'm heading home! I can't wait to see you! I have some news!

She waited a good amount of time, more like the amount of time for her to get her stuff packed in her car before she looked at her phone again. Nothing. She was getting nervous and her stomach was in knots, she was worried.

All she could think about while driving home from work was that something bad happened to him. She loved him with all of her heart and would love to get married and have a family with him. She exited the base with ease and started her journey home. The time seemed to drag by especially since she wanted to get home.

When she got home his truck was not in the driveway and when she opened the garage it wasn't in there either. She felt like she could vomit right then and there. She turned off her car and headed inside.

When she got inside something felt off and when she noticed his phone charger missing from the counter she frowned. 'Maybe he came home at lunch to grab it', she thought which made her nerves ease up. As she was going through the house she was starting to get nervous again. Everything of his was mostly gone. She wasn't going to let it get to her just yet but when she got into the bedroom and saw the drawers open and the closet empty of his stuff tears welled up in her eyes. "This can't be happening." She said aloud to herself. She stood there in front of their now her bed and she felt sick, she rushed to the bathroom and vomited. When she was done she rinsed her mouth out and then noticed his toothbrush, cologne, and other bathroom necessities gone and that's when tears leaked out for the first time. "Fuck, this can't be happening. Not now!" She yelled out and ran to the living room to find extra shoes by the front door and his extra jackets gone. She stumbled to the couch sat down and called the only person she knew who would answer. Javy. It rang twice before he answered.

"Hello?" He answered while sitting in his and Jake's office while Jake was doing last-minute training and adjustments.

"Javy. Can you come over?" She asked

"Give me 10 minutes." Javy said and she sobbed out.

"Thank you." She said and they hung up.

She sat there for 10 minutes sobbing as she heard Javy’s car pull up. She rushed out of the house and crashed into his arms. "Everything ok?" He asked even though he knew what she had found.

"Everything of his is gone." She chocked out.

"What do you mean?" He asked as he ushered her inside.

"Everything that he owned." She said as they sat down on the couch "Nothing is here. He hasn't been answering my texts or calls. Do you think he found someone else?" She asked looking up at him with tear streaks down her face.

"No, I don't think he would do that. He loves you too much." Javy said bringing her in for a hug and silently cursing him out.

"I need him, Javy. I need him because I can't raise this baby on my own." She said and that shocked him into silence.

"Say that again." He said knowing he heard her correctly.

"I'm pregnant." She said looking up at him.

"Does he know?" He asked and she shook her head.

"No, I was gonna tell him tonight. I found out this afternoon. Please don’t tell him." She said and he brought her into a hug again.

"Everything is gonna be ok. I promise. I won't tell him." Javy said as he held his friend until her crying had turned to hiccups and her breath evened out. He held her there cursing Jake. He took his phone out and opened Jake's contact and hit text message.

I'm with Liz. You fucked up, man. Big time.

He hit send and got comfortable.

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Jake had just gotten into the locker room and was changing when his phone went off. He grabbed his phone and saw a message from Javy and his heart dropped. He never wanted to hurt her just protect her. Maybe he took it too far.

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summary - As the guys figure out how to get Natasha to like them, Jake is forced to confront what it means to be a roommate and the fact that Bradley might have better muscles than him.

warnings - New Girl au, fluff, angst, slowburn, language (like... a lot), Jake being a douche bag, my blatant misunderstanding of advertising, mentions of drinking, insecurities, mentions of having sex, provocative dancing, brief mention of potentially getting alcohol poisoning, brief mention of potentially throwing up, I added outfit links but you can imagine whatever you would like

this series is 18+, minors please do not interact

word count - 6.0k

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“Peach, I said I was sorry!”

“I cannot believe you, Jake,” you pointed at him accusingly. “I thought you actually needed help.”

Jake followed after you as you made your way through the living room and into the kitchen. “I did need help, she was gonna make breakfast.”

You looked at him incredulously. “You tricked me into scaring your hook up away because she was offering to make you breakfast?”

“Okay, that sounded bad,” Jake winced, attempting to backtrack. “I just meant that, when you let a girl stay for longer than an hour, they start thinking things are serious.”

You scoffed, shutting the door of the fridge with a little more force than necessary. “Well, if you feel that strongly about it, you can make your own breakfast.”

With a frustrated huff, you divided the four plates of pancakes you’d made early that morning into three. Jake’s eyes followed you confusedly as you set them on the island with a jug of maple syrup and some silverware. The fourth, now empty, plate, you set in front of Jake, along with a fork that you dropped onto it with a loud clatter.

“Bon appetit.” 

“Oh sweet! Pancakes,” Bradley grinned widely, sitting next to Jake as Mickey also took a seat, both digging into the fluffy flat cakes with little regard for Jake’s own plate. “Shit, these are good.”

You smiled as Mickey nodded in agreement, unable to verbalize his own praise on account of the fact he was actively shoveling pancakes into his mouth. “Thank you.”

“Hey, wait,” Jake snapped out of his stupor when you started sitting down to eat. “You’re serious? You really aren’t gonna give me any?”

You gestured to the fridge, before taking a bite. “Figure it out, Seresin.”

Bradley let out a quiet ooh, snickering to Mickey. “Looks like someone’s in the dog house.”

“I am not in the dog house,” Jake refuted, stilling suddenly and then looking at you. “Right?”

You took another bite of your pancake.

“Peach,” he whined. “I’ll never do it again, I swear!”

“There’s yogurt in the fridge.”

Jake sighed heavily, glaring at Bradley and Mickey’s chuckling and trudged to the refrigerator.

“What’d he do to piss you off so much?” Mickey asked as Jake tried to pretend that choosing between blueberry and strawberry yogurt would result in one of them tasting even remotely as good as your pancakes.

“He texted me that he needed help,” he could feel you glaring at his back. “And so I thought it was an emergency and came into his room all freaked out. The girl he had sleeping over thought I was his girlfriend.”

Mickey let out a low whistle. “Damn.”

“I didn’t realize it would upset you that much!” Jake argued, coming back to the kitchen island with his cup of strawberry yogurt.

“That sucks for you, I guess,” Bradley grinned at him with a mouthful of pancake. “Enjoy your yogurt though.”

Jake narrowed his eyes at the brunet, half tempted to chuck a spoonful of strawberry yogurt at his stupid mustache, but restrained himself and instead shoved the pink dairy product into his mouth with a grumble. The conversation moved away from his mistake of the morning as he sulked into his first and second yogurt cup  — blueberry this time, for variety. 

He watched you glance at your phone — your read receipts appearing on his own screen — before turning it off and setting it face down on the granite table top.

It buzzed again.

Your eyes widened and you almost spit out your orange juice as your head whipped around to face him. Jake smirked around a spoonful of yogurt, only growing more smug when you collected yourself and started typing a message back.

Getting up suddenly and dropping your dishes into the sink, you patted Jake on the shoulder, his eyes still glued to his phone, spoon hanging out of his mouth.

“What’s that, Jake? You want to do the dishes?” You cocked your head with a pleased smile at his stunned reaction, before heading back to your room. “Well, if you insist.”

Jake stared at his messages again, your text mocking him as it ingrained itself into his retinas. Much like the other ten times he’d unlocked his phone to look at it, the words hadn’t changed. Why was it pissing him off so much? Sure, the idea of picturing Bradley — who had once made it to the semifinals of a hacky sack competition when they were in college — as anything remotely close to sexy made him actually nauseous, but it was more than just Bradley’s entire lack of sex appeal. 

(Bradley had ended up losing that competition due to a poorly timed kick that resulted in the ball making direct contact with Jake’s dick — one of the fraternities dubbed the two Bean Bag and Bitchboy and effectively ruined their sophomore year)

No, it was the thought of you finding Bradley sexy. Which you definitely didn’t — you were just trying to mess with him. There was no way. If there was one thing Jake prided himself on, it was being the hottest guy in the loft. And he didn’t need you to prove that, you obviously found him the most attractive.

Jake laughed at himself, turning back to his work computer. Why was he still even thinking about this? It was a joke. You were joking. You were not attracted to Bradley.

Flipping his phone over so as to not be distracted again — which was possible because his phone case didn’t look like it had been purchased at a Claire’s — he opened the newest email waiting in his inbox. Biting at his thumb nail absentmindedly, Jake scrolled through the various mock ups for a new marinara sauce label his team was working on. Most were fine — he scoffed at one that had used Papyrus as it’s main font but he knew it was probably Lee’s idea, the man had no eye for visual design — and he clicked his mouse to reply.

When was the last time he’d seen Bradley shirtless?

Jake’s fingers stilled on his keyboard. For a man that was only active between the hours of 8:00 pm and 3:00 am, Bradley Bradshaw was strangely ripped. And Jake knew he wasn’t unattractive. Though he was reduced to utter shambles around your friend Natasha, Bradley was capable of flirting with women. In fact, there were plenty of women who preferred him to Jake — and obviously they were more attracted to the fact that he was a man with mommy and daddy issues who looked about a second from falling apart at any given moment, but they were still women.  

Were you also attracted to that?

Jake scrambled for his phone.

It took a minute — a very long minute in which Jake gnawed on his lip anxiously and panic added three containers of protein powder to his Amazon shopping cart — but suddenly Bradley’s contact photo was lighting up his screen.

Jake pressed the green button to accept the call. “Hel—”

“What?”

“Look,” Jake glanced above the wall of his cubicle, dropping his voice a decibel. “I just need you to send me a picture of them.”

“Why?”

“I gotta make sure they’re worse than mine!”

Bradley scoffed over the line. “I’m not sending you a photo of my abs, Hangman.”

“Oh, good,” Jake sighed in relief, deleting the vanilla protein powder from his cart. “They are worse than mine.”

“What? No they aren’t!” Bradley protested. “My abs are— Actually no, I’m not defending my muscles to you right now.” 

“Rooster, come on,” Jake pleaded into the receiver of his phone. “I think Peach might find your whole ‘broken man who doesn’t pay taxes’ thing hot. At least let me see my competition!”

Bradley snorted. “That’s what this is about? Dude, I knew you had a crush on her, but I didn’t think it was this bad.”

“I do not have a crush on her.” Someone walked past Jake’s cubicle and he ducked further into his desk chair.

“You just asked me to send you a picture of me shirtless because you’re worried she might like me more than you.”

“Yeah, but—” Jake scoffed, almost laughing at the fact that Bradley could even think that. “I don’t have a crush on her, I just refuse to live with a woman who has an ‘I can fix him’ complex.” 

“Then she’s definitely not gonna be attracted to you.”

“Fuck you, Rooster. I hope you choke on those stupid bar olives you always stuff your face with.”

“Hold on— What? You want me to eat the cherry pie you made and tell you embarrassing stories about Jake?” Bradley sounded distant until he lowered his head back to his phone and Jake could clearly hear the smirk in his voice. “I’m hanging up now.” 

“Wait! Rooster—”

The call disappeared from his phone and Jake let his head fall against his desk with a sigh.

Again you found yourself at brunch with a suspicious Natasha. This time was infinitely less terrifying though, the threat of spilling catastrophic life updates relieved from off your shoulders. In fact, compared to that, this news seemed like a cakewalk.

Taking a sip of your water — yes water, you were not making the mimosa mistake again — you sent her a small smile from around the straw.

She squinted at you. “A party?”

“Yeah, Bradley works at a bar and was able to convince his boss to let us have it for a night,” you brightened when Natasha seemed somewhat interested in hearing you out. “The guys thought it would be nice to throw, like, a ‘welcome to the loft’ party.”

“Are you sure it isn’t just an excuse for them to get wasted?”

You sighed, “Look, I know your first introduction was… weird.” Both you and Natasha knew that weird didn’t even begin to cover it. “But I promise they’re actually really nice guys. They’re the only reason I haven’t been locked in my room sobbing over Cooper.”

Natasha frowned at the reminder of your ex boyfriend. “God, I hate that asshole. I’ve always hated him too, you know. Never trusted that dickhead for a minute.”

“See? You do have something in common with them,” you pointed as if her words were a piece of evidence you could both see in front of you.

“Alright fine,” Natasha shook her head with a laugh. “I’ll give them another chance. Who’s all going to be at this party?”

“I don’t really know,” your smile faltered. “Jake was going to bring some of his work friends, but Mickey said there was ‘no way in frozen over hell’. Rhonda’s busy moving to a different school and Carmen’s still on vacation with her family. I kind of wanted it to be small anyway, though.”

Natasha gave you a sympathetic smile.

Having moved to California just to be with him, it meant that most of your friends were Cooper’s friends first. While you had no idea if they’d been informed of your break up — none of them had made any attempt to reach out to you — you knew that, either way, those relationships were most likely severed.

“Okay, just us then,” she agreed. “Do you want me to come over early and help you get ready?”

You cocked your head. “What do you mean?”

“It’s a party in your honor, dummy,” Natasha waved you off, knowing you well enough to know she would be in charge of styling you for the night. “Don’t worry, I already have a dress for you.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket before you could even try to point out that you really didn’t think any of the guys would be dressing up.

You shook your head with a giggle.

“What?”

“Sorry,” you set your phone down. “Jake just texted me something funny.”

“Jake like your roommate Jake?”

When you nodded in confirmation, Natasha lunged for your phone. Her elbow knocked over your glass in her haste and you yelped, shooting a hand out to catch it before too much water could spill everywhere.

“Hey!”

“Oh my god,” she ignored you, scrolling through your text exchange with Jake. “You minx! You’re totally flirting with him.”

Your mouth gaped open. “What? No, I’m not!”

“His contact name is ‘Jakey Jakey Bout To Make A Big Mistakey’.” Natasha deadpanned with a raise of her brows.

“It’s a reference,” you protested. “To Not Another Teen Movie. And you totally know that, I’ve made you watch that movie like fifteen times.”

“What about his contact photo?”

You looked down at your plate sheepishly. “He stole my phone once and took a bunch of pictures on it, that’s all.”

“Right, you tell yourself that,” Natasha continued to read through your texts, not even wasting energy with entertaining your excuses. “He’s totally flirting though.”

You rolled your eyes, taking your phone back when she handed it to you. “He’s joking. Besides, he literally had a girl over, like, yesterday.”

Natasha wrinkled her nose. “Okay, I take it back. Maybe he just wants to sleep with you.”

“Which won’t happen,” you insisted, distracting yourself with how the spilled water had seeped into the napkin you had laid down to wipe it up. “We’re just friends.”

Bradley whistled to himself, bobbing his head to the tune he was blowing through his lips as he threw a towel over his shoulder. 

You’d informed him that Natasha would be coming over to the loft an hour or two before the party to help you get ready and Bradley planned on looking — and smelling — like he’d just come off of Bachelor in Paradise. He imagined they smelled nice on that show, they looked like they did. He may or may not have also stolen your coconut and pineapple body wash to achieve this desired effect.

Tossing the towel on one of the hook mounted on the wall, he reached behind the curtain for the shower handle blindly and turned on the water. Bradley pulled his hand out, wiping the residual water off onto his jeans, and looked at his reflection through the bathroom mirror as he waited for the shower to heat up.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded his head. He was going to talk to Natasha tonight, he was going to ask for her number, and he wasn’t going to act like a total idiot in the process. His reflection agreed and Bradley stripped himself of his jeans, left only in his shirt and boxers as steam started emanating from the shower. His fingers stilled on the hem of his shirt suddenly.

“Get out, Hangman.”

The shower curtain flung open and out stepped a very defeated, very wet Jake Seresin. He ran a hand over his head to smooth back the soaked strands of hair that had stuck to his face, dripping onto the bathroom floor as he glared at Bradley grumpily.

Bradley crossed his arms. “This is definitely a low for you.”

“If you were my friend, you’d show me your abs. Just put me out of my misery.”

“Dude,” Bradley scoffed. “Why do you even care so much?”

“I don’t know!” Jake groaned into his hands. “I don’t know, but it’s fucking annoying and I want it to stop.”

Bradley studied him for a minute. Ironically, though he was entirely soaked through, his shirt plastered to his chest and biceps, Bradley had never seen Jake look more like a fish out of water. He was almost impressed that, in the span of a few weeks, you’d managed to reduce the blond to a man desperate enough to hide in his friend’s shower. 

“Even if my abs are better than yours—” Bradley started finally. “Which they definitely are, that isn’t going to be a reason that she likes me more than you.”

Jake dropped his hands from his face, giving up on his attempt to smother the thoughts of you with his palms. “How would you know that?”

Bradley rolled his eyes. “Because, unlike you, I haven’t been trying to get into her pants every five seconds. You can’t honestly think a six pack is what’s going to win her over.”

Jake blinked.

“Three days ago, she came to me crying because she looked up how many kids get life-altering injuries from high school football and then asked me if I’d ever felt pressured to ‘follow the societal expectation of perpetuating and receiving violence for the sake of male validation’.” Bradley cocked his head as he recalled the memory. “Although, it was very eye opening. Made me think about a lot of things.”

Jake scoffed, looking almost defensive as his eyes darted around the room. “You say that— You say that as if I want to date her.”

“You literally said you were gonna marry her.”

“Yeah,” he laughed nervously. “In the very distant future, where we have an open relationship and I sleep with whoever I want and am also married to Scarlett Johansson.”

Bradley relaxed his posture. “Oh. Yeah, no, that makes sense—”

“Ow!” Jake rubbed the back of his head in surprise when Bradley suddenly dropped his demeanor and hit him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Bradley hit him again. “She’s actually a really good roommate. She fucking cooks us food, bro. If you’re doing all this shit to get your dick wet and she ends up moving out, I swear to god I will burn every designer suit in your fucking closet!” 

Jake shrieked at the threat. “You wouldn’t. Don’t you fucking touch them, Bradshaw!”

They both knew that Bradley very much would. He had a weird pyromaniac phase as a child that Mickey and Jake were still on the fence of if he’d actually grown out of — he always got unusually excited about birthday cakes. 

“Then knock it off.”

“Fine,” Jake sighed. “Fine, I’m sorry. You’re right. I don’t know why I’m even acting like this, Stacy’s been texting me all week to meet up anyway.”

Bradley nodded approvingly. He remembered Stacy, a veterinary student that Jake hooked up with occasionally, she’d helped him when his goldfish passed away once which Bradley thought had been nice of her. 

Mist began wetting his skin suddenly, reminding Bradley that the hot water was still running and that he still had to take a shower. Jake got the hint too, giving up on his attempt to see Bradley shirtless, and moved to leave the bathroom — and probably also text Stacy.

“Oh, and Hangman?”

The sopping wet man stopped at the door of the bathroom and turned back around. “Yeah?”

“Jar.”

Natasha let out an excited squeal as you timidly stepped out of your closet, clapping her hands to applaud herself.

“You look so good!”

You turned to the floor length mirror in the corner of your room, smoothing down the bottom of your dress and then promptly tugging up the top of it. “Are you sure?”

Natasha stood up from your bed, moving to stand behind you and look at your reflection. “Yes,” she confirmed. “You were the first person I thought of when I saw it.”

“It does make me feel like a fairy,” you admitted. “Ooh! Or like a milkmaid— Did I tell you I saw the cutest pictures of Highland cows the other day?”

Natasha snorted. “You sent me, like, twelve.”

You twirled back to your reflection, smile diminishing slightly as insecurities not even Highland cows could erase seeped back into your mind. “You’re sure it isn’t too much?”

“It’s perfect,” she reiterated, turning you back to her so she could fix some of your makeup. “You ready to give your roommates an aneurysm?”

You laughed as she led you both out of your room. Though Natasha had tried to convince you of the opposite, you were grateful you’d stuck with your flats. As a seasoned professional, Natasha often forgot the difficulties a novice like yourself faced in walking in heels. 

The guys got louder as you approached the living room, arguing over things like football stats and college stories you didn’t really understand. They’d finished getting ready almost an hour ago and you were surprised they hadn’t complained more about how long it was taking you and Natasha to change and do your hair and makeup. Though, you supposed the stiletto Natasha chucked in their direction the first time they tried was a pretty good deterrent. 

“Alright fellas,” Natasha presented you dramatically and their conversation came to a halt. “Behold.”

You stood in front of the silent group with an awkward wave, rocking on your feet as you anxiously waited for their reactions. The guys were dressed relatively simply, Mickey in a button up with a fun flamingo print on it, Bradley in a flannel, and Jake was wearing, what you recognized was, one of his “leisure” dress shirts. You had definitely overdressed.

Mickey broke the silence first. “You look great!”

“Yeah,” Bradley nodded in agreement as soon as Mickey spoke. “White is definitely your color.

You smiled at the two of them appreciatively. Jake still had yet to say anything, he had yet to blink actually, and you glanced at him nervously. It took several moments for him to realize that everyone was waiting for him, his eyes unable to leave your face.

“You look—” Jake cleared his throat suddenly, a slight pink tinting the tips of his ears. “You look really pretty, peach.”

You gleamed, catching Natasha’s eye as she sent you an “I told you so” look. “Thanks, guys! Sorry for making you wait so long.”

Mickey and Bradley waved your apology off, taking it as confirmation that you all were finally ready to go, and got up from the couch. You rummaged through your purse, one last time, to double check you had everything. When you looked up, Jake was still sitting on the couch.

“Jake?” You cocked your head at him questioningly. “Everything okay?”

“Huh?” Jake blinked a few times, standing up almost like he was coming out of a daze. “Yeah. No, yeah, everything’s fine.”

He looked like he wanted to say something more, suddenly taking in your appearance from his full height and with a look in his eye that seemed so entirely not Jake Seresin. Maybe he was tired? Work hadn’t really been slowing down for him and you suddenly felt bad that you might be forcing him to go out and drink on a night he’d rather be sleeping.

“You guys coming?”

Mickey’s voice grabbed your attention from the front door, stopping you from thinking any deeper about Jake’s strange behavior. You shouted back your confirmation, sending Jake an excited smile before scurrying away to catch up with Natasha.

“What are you doing here?” Bradley’s confused words summed up the thoughts of the entire group.

The five of you had been making your way to the bar Bradley worked at, the guys pleasantly surprising you with their ability to actually converse with Natasha on the way there. But, as Bradley delved into how he got his job and all the fun stories he had about being a bartender, the anecdotes died on his tongue when you all stopped in front of a bar that was definitely not closed.

“What the fuck?” Bradley muttered to himself, leaving you at a booth close to the entrance as he went to go talk to the people he knew who were working that night. 

You watched awkwardly as he spoke with one of his coworkers, confusion melting to resigned acceptance as he finished the conversation and the other man turned away.

“I’m really sorry,” Bradley came back to your table with guilty eyes. “I guess my boss forgot she agreed to let us use the bar tonight.”

You looked around the building thoughtfully. There really weren’t that many people — just a few patrons who looked to be regulars and a few college looking guys. There was still plenty of room for you all to have a fun night.

You smiled at Bradley good-naturedly. “It’s okay! We never needed the whole bar, anyway.”

At your words, everyone relaxed, wrapping their heads around the new course of action for the night. Bradley looked the most relieved, tapping his knuckles on the table, before pushing himself off of it.

“Drinks are on the house then.”

Mickey, Jake, and Natasha’s loud cheers washed out the sound of you questioning if he actually had the authority to do that.

“This place is nice,” Natasha looked around the bar with a smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever been here—”

“Tasha!”

You all stilled at the sudden high pitched exclamation of your best friend’s name. You could hardly share a questioning glance with her before a group of models were swarming your table. Jake and Mickey straightened instantly, smacking each other repeatedly on the arm as if they weren’t looking at — and thinking — the same thing.

“What are you guys doing here?” Natasha asked them.

One of the girls giggled. “You told us there was a party, so we just checked your location.”

“No,” Natasha corrected, looking at them incredulously. “I said I was going to a party and that’s why I couldn’t go out with you guys tonight. It wasn’t an invitation.” 

“Oh,” the girls deflated and you forced another smile onto your face, placing a hand on Natasha’s shoulder to get her attention.

“It’s fine. The more the merrier right?”

At your approval, the girls cheered — Mickey and Jake also joined in — and rushed off to get their own drinks that you hoped Bradley wouldn’t offer to also pay for. You’d seen those girls drink men out of their trust funds like it was a sport.

Natasha didn’t fully share in their excitement though, turning to you knowingly. “Are you sure?”

Your relationship with Natasha’s model friends was complicated to say the least. It wasn’t that you hated them or thought you were better than them, you all just had different interests. They didn’t fully understand your love of Marvel movies, you didn’t fully understand their love of clubbing — you tried to do both anyway and, honestly, when it was just them you usually had a fine time. 

But you’d learned — through various said clubbing extrusions — that your defining difference with the girls was that they had never met a man that wasn’t attracted to them. And as nice as they were to you, it was exhausting and embarrassing having to constantly explain to them that yes, that guy was insulting me and no, that other guy wasn’t inviting me to some exclusive after-party, he was inviting you.

It was one thing to be disrespected by men, it was another thing entirely to then have to then explain it to other women.

But, regardless of how much the prospect of models turned Bradley, Jake, and Mickey into juvenile teenagers, it would be different with them, you were sure of it. Because they were still your friends and, while maybe the night wouldn’t be as focused on that friendship as you would have hoped, you knew they still cared about your feelings in a way that random men who approached your group at the club usually didn’t. 

You squeezed Natasha’s hand in assurance. “I’m sure. It’ll be fun.”

Bradley appeared at your table suddenly, wide eyed and out of breath. “Um, guys. I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but there are a bunch of really hot girls—”

“Oh, we know,” Jake grinned, grabbing a toothpick from the table and letting it rest between his lips as he got up from the booth. “We know. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

He moved to make his way to the group of girls and Bradley followed after him, leaving the drinks he’d gotten for you on the table. Mickey looked at you and Natasha with sincere eyes.

“You two are the best thing that has ever happened to us.”

You watched him chase after the guys with a laugh, grabbing a shot from the table for you and Natasha.

“Cheers.”

Unsurprisingly, a group of attractive models looking for a good time was really good for business, the bar filling up more and more as the night progressed. Jake had found himself spending a fair amount of time with a drop dead redhead named Gretchen who really enjoyed margaritas and dancing on him in a way that would send his mother to her grave.

Not that Jake was complaining in the slightest, he didn’t see his momma anywhere.

You and Natasha had joined them in dancing and drinking for the beginning of the night, but Jake quickly learned the task it was to keep up with your model friends and made a mental note to ask Natasha how this was something she was able to do most nights. So far, Bradley had almost succumbed to dance floor heat stroke, Mickey was on the brink of alcohol poisoning and it was only 10:30.

“So you work in advertising?” Gretchen took a long sip of her margarita. “That’s cool.”

Jake grinned, playing with a strand of her hair. “Yeah, I guess. None of our models have been as pretty as you though.” And Jake meant it. That woman could probably get a lot of men interested in buying a jar of marinara sauce.

Gretchen giggled, letting her gaze moving to his lips teasingly. “Should I give you my number then? To help you out?”

“Oh, definitely, darlin’,” Jake dropped his head closer to her under the guise of hearing her over the noise of the bar, though they both knew they were hearing each other just fine.

She set down her margarita, allowing Jake’s hands to find a position on her hips, and looked up at him with lustful, green eyes that had him just about ready to ask if she wanted to get out of there — or do it in the bathroom, he wasn’t picky. Before he had the chance though, the song was changing and Gretchen let out a loud gasp.

“I love this song!” She grabbed his hand, tugging him back to the dance floor.

With enough margaritas in both their systems to probably strip a lime farm bare, Jake could only grin as Gretchen began grinding on him again, shooting a thumbs up back to Bradley who was in a similar situation at the other end of the room. A little ways away from him, Mickey — who was undoubtedly the lady killer of the night — was laughing and dancing with five other models, his flamingo button up now sloppily tied around his head.

Jake snorted. Mickey had always had the lowest alcohol tolerance of the three and he loved fruity drinks, which almost always resulted in him getting absolutely plastered anytime they went out partying. And it was clearly a trait that your friends were loving.

As if suddenly being reminded of you, he craned his eyes over the top of Gretchen’s head in search of your white dress. Gretchen’s own dress was a short, form fitting pink mini dress that Jake was very excited to see on his bedroom floor later. That had always been more his style anyway — short, tight, and easy to get off. Your dress was hardly any of those things, loose, long, and so fucking pretty, Jesus Christ.

Jake blinked, removing his hands from Gretchen’s waist to wipe at his eyes. Where the hell had that come from? This was why he didn’t drink margaritas. He shook his head, trying to re immerse himself in the way that Gretchen’s ass was brushing up against him. He just needed to get laid, that’s why he was thinking about you, and — as long as he didn’t fumble the bag with Gretchen — he would.

“Oh my god!” One of the girls dancing with Mickey thrusted her phone at the other models surrounding her. “Sean Kingston's throwing another pool party!”

The other girls cheered, speaking animatedly to each other about what Jake could only imagine — and he certainly would imagine — had happened at previous Sean Kingston pool parties. 

Gretchen pulled him down to her by his collar suddenly. “You wanna get out of here, hotshot?”

Jake groaned as her lips latched onto his neck. “Fuck yes.”

The other guys seemed to have the same idea — or offers — as him, joining Jake as the group of models congregated closer to the entrance of the bar and prepared to leave.

“Dude,” Bradley looked at the two of them in disbelief.

“Dude,” Mickey agreed.

Bradley hit his bicep excitedly. “One of those girls told me she once saw Dua Lipa at one of these things!”

Mickey laughed loudly, moving his shirt up from where it had fallen to his forehead. “And it’s fucking Sean Kingston!”

And that should have been enough for Jake. He was going to a Sean Kingston pool party — where he may or may not be introduced to Dua Lipa — with one of the sexiest women he’d ever seen, who also seemed equally as interested in him. He couldn’t have dreamed of a better situation if he tried.

And yet.

And yet, as he tried to find where Gretchen had run off to, his eyes landed on you. You were alone, still sitting at the booth, playing boredly with the paper covering of a straw. Jake wondered briefly where Natasha was for all of this, though that question was answered when he found Gretchen pulling on her excitedly, seemingly trying to convince her to come with them. His gaze was pulled back to you and he watched you prop your chin against your hand as you looked at the paper in your hand dejectedly. Even your dress seemed to have deflated.

Jake squeezed his eyes shut with a groan. “We can’t go.”

“What?” Bradley stopped celebrating and Mickey looked equally as confused. “What do you mean ‘we can’t go’?”

Jake pointed at you wordlessly. The two other guys followed his finger.

“We can’t go,” he repeated.

They all sighed, silently mourning their loss of models, pool parties, and probably copious amounts of sex. In his head, Jake presented a eulogy for his night with Gretchen — may he never listen to “Twerk” by City Girls the same way again. 

“We can’t go,” Mickey agreed, slumping into a chair in exhaustion as Bradley went to inform the girls of their heartbreaking decision.

Jake stopped at the bar, ordered a straight orange juice, and made his way to your booth.

“Hey, peach,” he set the drink in front of you as you looked up in surprise, scooching over so that he could collapse into the vinyl next to you. He had never danced that much in his life.

“Hey?” It sounded almost like a question, and you turned your head to look at the group of girls exiting the bar. “You’re not going with them?”

And though Jake knew that it was an opportunity that would most likely never be presented to him again and that he was giving it up to really do nothing but sit with you in a bar, he grinned with a shake of his head. “Nah, I’m not much of a pool party guy.”

You smiled at him, eyes full of a strange amount of admiration, like he’d just made the largest sacrifice for you. Though, if he thought about himself, he probably had. “Not even Sean Kingston’s? You seem like the kinda guy who got a lot of use out of ‘Beautiful Girls’.”

Jake shouldered you good-naturedly. “I was more of an ‘Eenie Meenie’ kind of guy. But if you wanted me to serenade you, peach, you just had to ask. Don’t gotta make up a bunch of girls to be jealous of.”

Natasha watched as you laughed at Jake, taking a sip of your orange juice and responding with something that had him letting out a dramatic gasp and prodding at your side until your giggles were only just quieter than the music playing in the bar.

“Why’d you guys stay?” She asked, not taking her eyes off of you to acknowledge that Bradley was now standing next to her.

“It was Jake,” Bradley shrugged. “Besides, no offense, but I think there was a good chance your friends would’ve made Mickey throw up in a bush if we went with them.”

Natasha turned to look at him with a laugh. “He does drink a lot of cocktails, doesn’t he?”

And because Bradley was still fairly drunk, he leaned down to loudly whisper, “It’s because he thinks if he can’t taste the alcohol, then he won’t get drunk.”

Natasha looked at Mickey, who had fallen asleep in his chair, then at Jake, who was still talking to you with a grin, and then back at Bradley. 

She smiled. “You know, you guys aren’t so bad.”

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[blushblushbear]

I was wondering if you can do husband headcanon for Cole, Volks, and Cashew?

Thank you💕

ALL THREE OF THESE DORKS ARE SO HAPPY YOU AGREED TO MARRY THEM LMAO

Cole:

on the surface it's a very sweet domestic life

he plays the role of the loving, doting husband well

mostly cause he is actually a loving, doting husband

he's a bit strange but then again who isn't

but over all life with him very pleasant

just don't go in the basement though

that's his private space for his personal hobbies

don't worry about what hobby-- they say that the best married couples are ones that continue some level of personal life after marriage you know

he defiantly keeps the house clean

he's actually a bit of a neat freak

but he's also a pretty decent cook

he's not about to work at a 5 star fancy restaurant or anything but he can make some very solid dishes and is actually looking to learn more for you

I will say he tries to keep it all healthy though

he's not as much of a health nut as Kelby but he does constantly worry about your health

"why, if I lost you, I would have to spend every waking moment mourning at your grave until I withered away into nothing! and frankly that sounds too sad and boring to be how it ends for me"

definitely watches you sleep

sometimes stays up late just to watch you, all sweet and peaceful and helpless

is also very affectionate now that he's "claimed" you as it were

also is very open to letting all others know that you are well and truly spoken for, in case any ideas might think about wondering into their heads believing otherwise

god help anyone that has the misfortune to break into your home

he will love you until the day he dies and probably the eternity after too

Volks:

is much more openly affectionate after tying the knot

once you agreed to marry him and he knew you were the real deal and weren't going anywhere, he didn't really see the point in holding back

he actually partakes in a lot more little romantic gestures after your married, though all of them still not directly to your face cause he's still him and he gets embarrassed

little stuff like notes around the house telling you how much he loves you left in places he know you'll find it

or flowers waiting on the kitchen counter for you

or "I love you" written on your hand that you wake up to (also there might be some marker on either the pillow or your face or both oops)

also a card carrying member of the watching his spouse sleep club

he can't really cook but he makes decent money and also comes from a well off enough family so he can afford to get take out basically every night

if you cook then he will also try to learn to cook but it's very rough at first

he's very proud the first time he made pasta and it was edible and stuff

keeps his home very cozy

lots of blankets and pillows everywhere

he likes to cocoon himself up and will very much want you to join him

aside from the pillows and blankets and a few knick knacks he has very little in the way of home decor so either you have to bring all the flare into the home or you're both gonna be living pretty modern minimalist

really really really really really wants a dog

you have talked about getting a dog probably 10000 times

probably not as actively doting as Cole but he def pays attention and tries to make things happen or fix things quietly for you before they even become a problem

likes to take you camping with him, calls it a family camping trip

very into referring to the two of you (and maybe some dogs) as a family (since his kind of sucked A LOT)

is very proud to call you his spouse and will brag about it any chance he gets

doesn't get jealous too too often but he's still territorial so he WILL use any attention you get as a chance to brag about how he's your HUSBAND *points to his ring* for anyone who will give him the 5 seconds it takes for him to bring it up

Cashew:

the house is very cozy cottage nook vibes

a little hobbit hole esque

except there is def some kind of play room and/or a least a chest and something risque built into your bed room (pole, swing, whatever)

he has a library, he NEEDED to have a library

but there is also book shelves in every other room in the house as well

tries and fails to be a decent cook but now that he's a husband he's actually a little more set on getting gud scrub

he wants to be a supportive husband to you

I know I've said doting before on both other guys but yeah he is also p doting

loves your sunday rituals of snuggling up together under a bunch of blankets on your sofa and reading

he can't really cook but he knows how you take your coffee and can make it PERFECTLY

is very much one of those spouses that likes to do everything together

it can't just be you going to the store or him going to the store, you both have to do it

you can't just go straight there you have to re-group and THEN go to the store

he will act like happy newly weds with you well into your 20th anniversary

he has a lot of pictures of the two of you together all over the house but ESPECIALLY in his library/office

lots of sleepy early morning head kisses and leaning on each other as you wait for the coffee maker to get done making coffee vibes

lives you lots of notes everywhere

sometimes they're just normal house stuff ('DON'T LET ME FORGET MILK') but he's just as likely to write something romantic and sappy ('the sunlight through the trees this morning reminded me of your eyes <3')

big dorky snuggle nerd makes for big dorky snuggle HUSBAND

also he's gonna give off some slight dad vibes regardless of if you guys end up having kids

I think he's one of the only dudes who would definitely want kids eventually though??

he's very open to adopting

he wants to scoop an orphan up into your loving family and whisk them away on the strange and grand adventure called LIFE!

honestly though, kids or no kids, as long as he's with you he's happy

often looks at his ring and thinks of how lucky he is

#blush blush #bb #blush blush game #cole #volks #cashew #cashew bb #blush blush cashew #cashew blush blush #blush blush cole #cole blush blush #bb cole #cole bb #volks bb #blush blush volks #bb volks #volks blush blush #bear text #bear talks #blush blush game headcanons #blush blush headcanons #bear's headcanons

[papakhan]

Other than the horrible feeling inside his skull, Manny Vargas felt… good. Better than he had done in weeks. His cheeks were sore from laughing, his throat ached from talking, but his heart soared. The warm feeling in his chest was more than just alcohol. It was nostalgic, being back with the Khans. Their songs were just the same as Manny remembered. All cheering and dancing and swinging eachother around. Not even the man in the checkered suit sitting sourly in the corner could dispel the feeling of joy in that room.

I wrote ANOTHER Manny Vargas fic this time featuring Benny :) this takes place during the main story of FNV when the Khans and Benny stay at Manny's place in Novac

I'm also gonna mirror it right here

“Do not let Jessup buy any of those fuckin’ toys.” McMurphy said as he trudged up the stairs.

Not even a second passed after the door slammed, and Cliff waved one of those ever-so-tempting Dinky the Dinosaur toys, “Aw now don’t listen to him. You’ll never forgive yourself if you walk away now!”

Cliff Briscoe deserved some credit, he was completely undeterred by the sight of half a dozen Khans piling into his shop. In fact, he was delighted to see them. Most shopkeepers kept wary eyes on Khans, waiting for them to slip something into their pockets. But not Cliff Briscoe.

“No dice,” Benny said, pushing his way to the front, “We don’t want any of your junk, pal.”

Briscoe’s eyebrows knitted together as he scanned Benny. The Mojave dirt had somewhat diminished the crispness of Benny’s suit, but it still screamed ‘Hot Shot Casino Owner’ no matter how many days in a row he’d worn it. Though nowadays that seemed more like ‘Hot Shot Casino Owner After Wrestling With Six Khans’.

Still, ever resolute, Cliff pushed on, “Well… what are you looking for?”

“We’re not looking for anything, get it?” Benny snapped, and Jessup scowled at him.

“You got any slugs man? Twenty gage.” Jessup asked, leaning on the countertop to run a finger along the dinosaur’s spines, eyes wide with temptation.

Benny tutted, “And how are you gonna pay for that, genius?”

Jessup snapped upright. He shoved his face in Benny’s, lips pulled back in a snarl, “Get the fuck off my back.”

Benny’s mask cracked as he jolted away from Jessup, like snatching a hand away from a dog about to bite. Cliff eyed the pair hesitantly. One of the other Khans laughed. Jessup held fast, his stance daring Benny to get closer.

Benny was many things, but he wasn’t stupid. He raised his hands after a moment, placatingly, “Fine, do what you want.”

Jessup wrinkled his nose, then spat on the ground between them. Both Benny and Briscoe pulled a face, though Briscoe’s quickly disappeared as Jessup turned back to face him. Benny stalked away to another corner of the store, ignoring the Khans jeering at him. One of them elbowed him, Destiny--or ‘Eyepatch’ as Benny had taken to calling her in his head.

“Serves you right, dumbass,” She snickered as she flicked the lapel of his suit jacket, “Hasselin’ Jess when he ain’t sleepin’ right.”

Benny swore he’d never hit a woman, but he smacked Eyepatch’s arm away without thinking. She returned the favour by jabbing him in the ribs. Benny recoiled away, taking a learnt-- slightly out of practice --defensive stance.

“You hit me again girlie, and none of you are getting paid.” He hissed.

“I’m just playing, man. Don’t have to be so stuck up all the time.”

Benny ignored her, pretending to be very interested in the signed baseball cards framed on the wall instead of rubbing where she’d jabbed him. What he wouldn’t give to drop these idiots tonight and make his own way back to Vegas. But it was too many days away. He couldn’t risk sleeping unguarded. At least if the Khans robbed him in his sleep, he’d know where to start looking for the chip.

Not that they would. They weren’t exactly loyal, but they kept their word. It was almost nostalgic. The old style of honour big gangs like the Khans believed in. What the Boot Riders used to believe in. Not much honour left on the Strip these days, even Benny could see that.

He had to wonder if this ‘associate’ they were banking on lending them a room subscribed to the same worldview. As they’d approached Novac, McMurphy had raised an open palm to the dinosaur. He hadn’t elaborated much. ‘An old friend’, he’d said. Benny had heard some muttering from the other Khans, a couple of names he hadn’t heard before. It seemed that some were not as excited about this reunion as others.

The bell above the door jingled and a hush fell over the store.

“Oh, hey there Ranger Andy,” Cliff said cheerily, words that made Benny’s head jerk up. A fucking ranger? Here? Seriously?

Benny eyed each of the Khans, trying to guess which would step out of line and start shit with a ranger. None of them moved an inch, their gazes fixed on the Ranger who was wearing his full uniform and leaning heavily on a cane. All except Jessup, who kept his back to Andy and Benny. The Ranger licked his lips, glancing around at all the Khans in the tiny room.

“Uh, howdy Cliff. You alright there?” The Ranger spoke carefully, watching Cliff like he was waiting for him to blink SOS.

“Oh you know how business is these days, but I’m just fine.” Cliff replied cheerily, entirely oblivious to the look the Ranger was giving him, “I haven’t had any more of those holotapes you like, but I still got plenty of Dinkies!”

Benny watched Jessup, glaring at the back of his head waiting for any twitch. As if just staring at him could root him to the spot. Jessup may have had the old-style honour of the Boot Riders, but he didn’t have the obedience. But Jessup only glared at the countertop.

“Right.” The Ranger said, standing his ground, “Sure Cliff, you just let me know.”

Another door opened up above and a hot breeze blew in, carrying with it a pair of gruff voices. One belonged to McMurphy, and the other belonged to the assumed “friend”. No one in the room moved as the voices got closer until McMurphy reappeared and frowned at the stand-off, only to roll his eyes at the sight of it. No help there then.

“Friends of yours, Vargas?” The Ranger said.

“Uh,” This Vargas stepped out from behind the taller McMurphy and glanced at the gathered group, the bright blaring red of his beret the first and only thing Benny noticed, “Yeah, sorry Andy, forgot to tell you.”

“You’re not in the army anymore, son, you don’t need to check guests in with me,” Ranger Andy sounded miles more relaxed now than he did moments ago, “I can’t tell you what company to keep, was just a surprise on my afternoon visits, is all.”

Eyepatch beside Benny glared daggers at Vargas. The word ‘anymore’ had Benny’s ears pricked. An army boy, friends with some Khans? Benny didn’t like the NCR, but he was never one to turn down gossip. The way he heard it, they recruited just about anybody, and former raiders were a particular favourite of theirs. Like House to the gangs of The Strip, cushy digs could buy loyalty from a lot of people.

Not that Benny would sell out for anything less than what House came a’knocking with. He could at least rest easy knowing he would never scrub out his own identity for straw army cots and marching laps at the crack of dawn. No no no, it took far more than that. He had what some might call ‘standards’.

Vargas-- or “Manny” as the other Khans took to calling him, led their little band across the courtyard, earning even more raised eyebrows than when McMurphy had done the same earlier. Benny kept his head down, knowing his suit was loud enough on its own. He chewed on the information he’d gathered on Manny so far, which admittedly wasn’t much. A lot more attached to his clothes than the Khans seemed to be. Less scant leather, more cable knit red sweater. 

As Manny worked on unlocking the door to his apartment, Benny’s eyes trailed to Manny’s boots. Soft leather, scuffed and dirty. Not one who took his soldier training to heart, it seemed. And, judging by the tattoos peeking out from under Manny’s long-sleeve shirt, not one who took pride in his old gang ink. 

Manny pried his door open and ushered the group inside. The room was small and dingy, a bed, kitchen and diner all rolled into one, but compared to how Benny had been sleeping these past few days, it was a palace. Benny revelled in the soft carpet floors underfoot, considering how he’d felt every rock and bump in the road through his dress shoes. His eyes fell immediately on the double bed as Manny hurriedly picked up sheets from the floor and rearranged the pillows. So this visit was not expected, Benny realised. The single bulb overhead buzzed to life as McMurphy flipped a switch. Benny eyed him too, McMurphy was very… comfortable here. Like he’d been here many times before.

“Sit down somewhere, jeez,” Manny said and the Khans took that as a cue to flop onto the couch and promptly start fighting over space. Great. Five Khans, one ex-Khan and Benny between one couch and one double bed. 

Benny glanced skywards again, squinting at the bulb. If Manny Vargas had electricity, did that mean…

“You got one ring-a-ding pad pal,” Benny said, sauntering over to Manny as he tidied up a stained mug and bowl that looked as if they’d been out for days, “Think you can answer my prayers and tell me you got hot water too?”

Manny stared at him like it was the first time he’d noticed there was a non-Khan amongst them. Though knowing he was a sniper, Benny could say with some certainty that it was an act. He didn’t even process that Manny might be staring at him like that for the nonsense words that’d just spilt from him. Manny looked down at Benny’s dress shoes, then back up at his slicked hair. Though slick with his own grease now, more than the pomade he’d applied days ago.

“You gonna pay my water bill, buddy?”

“You’re guarding the town all day and they still make you pay bills?” Benny probed, “Sheesh pal, they’re really wringing you dry.”

This time, Manny laughed. He dumped his cup and bowl in the sink and raised his hands in mock surrender, “Alright, you got me. I don’t pay for the water. But my landlady will get mad with me if we use too much.”

“Oh come on, now you’re just teasing me,” Benny said.

“Look man, I don’t even know you--”

“See! Exactly! You don’t know me! So why don’t you and your friends play catch up while I scrub the grime off my poor skin, whaddya say?”

Manny sighed, chewing the inside of his lip in what Benny hoped was serious consideration. His dark eyes flitted to the Khans like a cry for help. 

“Please baby, just give me an hour alone with the shower.” Benny clasped his hands together, “Shall I beg? Look, you'll get the Ben-man down on his knees. I'll do it but it won't be pretty,” 

“Yeah go on! Beg!” Jessup crowed from the couch, “I wanna see!” 

Benny stopped to glare daggers at Jessup. Then turned back to Manny and flashed his best puppy-dog eyes. Manny pursed his lips, then glanced over at the Khans, grinning, and for a moment Benny was afraid Manny was about to make good on the begging act. But instead, Manny shrugged his shoulders and nodded to the bathroom.

“Go for it, man,” 

“I could kiss you.”

“Yeah, you don’t need to do that.”

*

When Manny stepped into the dim light of the motel courtyard he pressed his back against the door of his room and took a steadying breath. The pleasant buzz of alcohol had started to creep towards a messy blur. He wasn’t a young man anymore, drinking every night on leave. When was the last time he’d had a drink?

Manny scrubbed his face, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes in the hopes of stopping the feeling of the world rocking around him. Or at least stop it enough to keep from being violently sick on his own doorstep.

Other than the horrible feeling inside his skull, Manny Vargas felt… good. Better than he had done in weeks. His cheeks were sore from laughing, his throat ached from talking, but his heart soared. The warm feeling in his chest was more than just alcohol. It was nostalgic, being back with the Khans. Their songs were just the same as Manny remembered. All cheering and dancing and swinging eachother around. Not even the man in the checkered suit sitting sourly in the corner could dispel the feeling of joy in that room.

And tomorrow they’d be gone. He sighed into his hands.

“You okay Manny?”

Manny lifted his head to see McMurphy leaning against one of the posts that held up the balcony, cigarette between his fingers.

“Uh, yeah,” The alcohol made his tongue heavy in his mouth, “Yeah I’m… okay.”

“You sure?”

Manny pushed away from the door and made towards the post opposite McMurphy’s. He wrapped an arm around it and then remembered himself, straightening up to lean more casually and not like a total lightweight.

“I just needed some air,” he said.

McMurphy watched him out the corner of his eye, and even in the dark Manny could see the twitch of his lips smirking upwards. He brought the cigarette to his lips and sucked, the tip glowed ember.

“Me too,” McMurphy’s words came out in a curl of smoke.

They stood there in silence, nothing but stale smoke drifting between them. It had been a long time since Manny had talked with McMurphy. Going on ten years now. He remembered that leather jacket, before it was so beaten and soft, recognised old patches and paint under the new. McMurphy, like Jessup, was exactly as Manny had left him, but at the same time an entirely different man. Like a faded photo. Tired and worn but familiar.

“Do you remember when we climbed around in those old buildings, back in Vegas?” Manny asked.

“When we hopped rooftops when we got in trouble with your mom?” McMurphy chuckled, “Yeah, I remember.”

Manny snorted, “Oh man, after I ‘donated’ one of her old world plates as target practice. I thought she was gonna kill me!”

“So did we,” McMurphy flicked ash from his cigarette, still smiling, “Here I thought Khan moms were scary.”

Manny laughed again and fell into an easy, comfortable quiet. He glanced over at McMurphy, who was staring skywards. Manny followed his gaze to the millions upon billions of stars up above. It was what he missed the most after Mr House took Vegas back from the Khans. Maybe the Khans survived House’s onslaught of securitrons and bankrolled gangs, but the night sky did not. The stars never shone the same after he switched on the lights. Manny didn’t have the head for science to understand why, but even out here the sky was never quite the same. 

“Can you still read the stars?” Manny asked absently.

“‘Course” McMurphy replied, Manny could still hear the smile on his lips, “Harder closer to Vegas but, I can still see what I need. Always know my way home.”

Home. That’s what he missed. A home he could never go back to, with a night sky he’d never see again. Home was what the Khans had. Wherever they pitched that night, that was home. And here he could feel it, their warmth and joy and love despite it all. Novac had none of that, not anymore, not since House, not since the NCR, not since Carla. Manny’s home was gone. Like his family, his friends, his night sky, all gone. 

“You okay man?” McMurphy’s gentle voice drifted to him like smoke on the wind.

Manny’s eyes prickled and he could feel hot tears on his cheeks. Goddamn it. He scrubbed them away with the back of his hand. But he was already caught.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

The quiet from McMurphy stretched on and Manny’s cheeks burnt hot with shame. His head swam with alcohol and his heart ached. It hurt! A burning pain that tightened his throat and forced a sob from his mouth when he tried to laugh it off. The gravel crunched under McMurphy’s boots as he closed the gap between them and wrapped his strong arms around Manny without hesitation. And Manny cried. He couldn’t remember the last time he did. He cried and McMurphy held him close, rubbing circles into his back and shushing him gently. 

McMurphy smelt of clean sweat, leather and cigarettes, with just an undertone of amber. He was taller than Manny, and his jacket was soft and worn. Manny wrapped his arms gingerly around his chest as he tried to get his breathing under control and not snivel all over the friend he hadn't seen in a decade.  

“It’s just so-- shit,” Manny managed.

“Tell me about it,” McMurphy said.

“I keep screwing things up. I feel like I-- I threw away everything and for what? A shit job, no friends, my family hates me! I wake up every day and I think is-- is this it?! Is this all I have left? One shitty hotel room and twelve hours of standing around on my own?” Manny rambled, “Okay-- I had one friend here. One! But his wife hates me so he’s barely allowed to talk to me and now she’s taken off back to Vegas and he thinks I ran her out of town! Is this it?”

“C’mon man, you’re barely thirty. You’ll be fine,” McMurphy pulled back, his hands on Manny’s shoulders, forcing Manny to look at him, “I promise. You’ll be ok.”

“I just…” Manny sighed, “I feel like I’ve wasted all my chances. I fucked things up with Vegas, I tried to have my cake and eat it too with the Khans and-- you know what happened there. And then the only good thing I did in the army was… leave.”

“Yeah, and it takes guts to do that,” McMurphy said, “Look, Manny, you think anyone else in that room can say they’ve done all the things you have? Anyone in this town? You’ve been a son, a raider, a soldier, a citizen, a guard-- all before you got even one grey hair. Not even that beat-up old ranger can say that.”

“But--” 

McMurphy prodded Manny square in the chest, just over his heart, “You got guts, and you got skills. Ain’t nothing else you need. You want friends? Well you got one right here--” McMurphy pointed a thumb at himself, “and I know Jesse’s always gonna have your back no matter what.” 

Manny scrubbed his eyes on the sleeve of his sweater. This time, when he laughed, he didn’t stop by accident, “Hey. Good to know we’re still friends.”

“Sure we are.”

“Even after everything?” 

“Even after everything.”

*

Manny woke with a strip of light in his eyes and a weight on his chest. It would be more pleasant if his head wasn’t throbbing. Manny scrunched his eyes up to block out as much of the morning sun as possible as he tried to think of the name of who he was in bed with. It wasn’t unusual, he’d taken men to bed before. Passers-by mostly, someone he wouldn’t have to look in the eye every time they bumped into each other in the gift store. He’d learnt his lesson there.

Then the night before started to creep into Manny’s memory. The Khans who came to stay.

“Shit,” Manny hissed to himself. He peaked down at the arm draped over his chest. McMurphy. Okay, McMurphy being in bed with him was a good sign. He had the integrity to refuse any drunken kissing from Manny, at least. Especially in a room full of other Khans. Manny squeezed his eyes shut and prayed to any god that would listen that he didn’t embarrass himself last night.

“Hey hey wakey wakey baby, about time too. I just sent your hair-challenged friend off with a line about you powdering your nose,” Benny called over, making little effort to keep his voice down, “But before you go, how abouts you wake up one of your pals so we can split before the heat sets in.”

Manny scrubbed the sleep from his eyes, only half understanding the words that had just spilt from Benny’s mouth, “You saw Boone?”

“Boon, is it? Not sure if he really looked like a boon I’d want. Unless what I wanted was a plank of wood.” Benny huffed smoke out the door, squinting into the rising sun, “What time did your shift start anyhoo?”

“Shit.”

Manny tossed away the covers and shot from the bed. McMurphy groaned beside him, covering his head with the arm Manny had abandoned. First Manny looked for his clothes, only to find that he had fallen asleep still wearing them. All save for his boots, which were neatly paired at the end of his bed. Manny plopped his ass on the bed and shoved his feet into his boots, pushing away the vague recollections of McMurphy prying the boots off him as Manny drunkenly insisted on sleeping with them on. 

Great. The first time seeing his childhood friends in years and he’d gotten drunk and acted the fool. What else can go wrong today? What about angering Boone even more? Sounds just perfect.

Manny gave up on his laces, standing up and setting a ginger hand on McMurphy’s shoulder. McMurphy made another sound that could have meant anything from “What do you want?” to “Go away”.

“Hey man, listen. I gotta go but-- thanks for last night. I really mean it. I hope I see you again soon, okay?”

He hoovered for half a second as McMurphy shifted, rubbing grit from his eyes. Before the man could wake up fully, Manny leant down and pressed a kiss to his temple. Then he straightened and fled from the room, pushing past Benny to run towards the dinosaur.

“Manny?” McMurphy croaked.

Benny blew smoke out the door again, watching Manny half jog, half stumble in his unlaced boots, “He’s gone, pal.”

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