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Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Some mentions of multiple dimensions. Oral sex, slight rough sex, slight blood play, passionate love making…

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 14- Pumpkin Pie Is Best Served Cold Pt.2

Three weeks later..

“She was a daughter, a brilliant mind, and most of all she will be missed. Many people didn’t know my sister but I did. She was kind, and she loved her family. I just…I just wish she had gotten the help she needed when she was alive…”

Dominic D’Angelo, Dana’s younger brother was speaking and you were in the far back row.

Why were you at the funeral of the woman who hated your very existence?

That was simple to answer for two separate reasons.

1. You wanted to make sure Dana D’Angelo was actually dead.

And..

2. You wanted answers for the inner battle you had in your mind.

The emotions you felt for Dana were simple and complicated. You hated her but you also felt bad for her only because you could see yourself in that casket. She did terrible things, but if you were in her shoes would you had been able to resist the temptation to have all you wanted? To have the life you once had and all you had to do was make one persons life miserable?

A part of you, the cynical part of you, wouldn’t hesitate. But the other part, the compassionate part of you couldn’t do it.

From how Dana did everything you can tell that love makes you do crazy things.

As you glance down the aisle you see the casket was closed. Which was wise since her little pumpkin did explode and burned 98% of her body. And she did well she did smack deep into the pavement.

As the funeral had moved outside you were walking away from the crowd. You saw from the distance Dana’s family crying. Her mother had fallen to her knees and you just couldn’t take seeing that.

As you walk to your car, you get a call. You look at the screen and see it was Miguel. You let it ring and waited five more minutes just so it would seem as if you missed his call. You then send him a text before driving out of the parking lot.

Hey just out running errands, I’ll be home soon. Love you.

You hated that you had to lie about going to Dana’s funeral but this was the first time Miguel had let you out of his sight since the incident.

The thought of Miguel’s shoulder snapping when he caught you still gave you nightmares and you needed some time alone.

You needed to think about what you know, and you wanted to talk about it with Miguel but he was still in shock that you had almost died.

It didn’t help that when you two slept in the same bed, he held onto you just a little too tight. He would wake up every night checking to make sure you were still there. You had to practically beg Miguel to let you go out for a while.

You drive back to the apartment but you start to feel your hands shake on the steering wheel. You pull into your parking spot and you shut the car off, sitting in silence. The pain crawls into your chest and you clench your jaw feeling it finally spread over you.

You lean your head against the steering wheel and you cried hard. Letting your emotions go. Everything, every emotion just hits you like a freight train and you wanted it to stop.

You had another life, whether it was from another universe, it didn’t matter. You had another life, you were a mother. A wife. Your parents were still alive. You were working as a tech engineer. You had the life you always wanted. And thanks to Dana, it was gone.

You feel the cry in your chest get ugly and your body jerked, when you hear something knocking on your window. You were going to ignore whoever it was outside your window until you heard his voice.

You use your sleeve to dry your eyes and you roll down the window to see Miguel. His eyes were a blood shot red as if he didn’t sleep while you were gone.

Understanding how he had became for the past few weeks he probably hadn’t slept. “Amor, do you want to talk?” He asks in a soft voice as you sniffle back the tears. “P…please.”

“Vamos adentro, mi amor.” He steps back and you roll the window back up and you take your key out of the ignition. Once you’re outside of your car you lock the doors and Miguel takes your hand. His touch was ever so gentle as he held your hand.

He must think you’re going to crumble from his touch.

Once you’re inside he guides you into his apartment and he locks his door behind himself. “D-” You raise your hand and you go to the kitchen. You grab a glass and take a pitcher of water from the fridge and pour yourself a glass.

You drink the crisp water and stand there feeling him studying you. You keep your back to him and put the pitcher back. When you turn to him you feel your lip tremble.

“I…” You try to collect your words and get it together. “I seen. I seen everything. I don’t know what Dana did to me but I seen the life we had. All of them.” You mention to Miguel as you see what he has to say. He was silent.

“I dream about those lives. And when I wake up, baby I curl up into a ball and I want to sleep again. To know that in another world , my parents, my ambitions, our son…is there. I want that so much. But I am happy in this world because you’re in it. You are my happiness. Eres mi corazón en forma humana.” You smile because you remember what that phrase means to you, you remember the story and feel your chest swell because he was telling you the whole time.

“I love you so much Miguel, I think I did the day we met. And to know that we always find each other in every universe is…amazing. But I am scared. I’m scared because I don’t want you taken from me. Miguel I went to Dana’s funeral and all I could think of is that that could’ve been me in that casket. I could’ve been the one who ruined someone’s life just to have that happiness. I…I don’t want to lose you.”

You let out a sob and Miguel makes it across the room to you in three strides. “Amor, no me perderás. I’m here. I am here and I don’t plan on leaving or being taken from you. I would fight heaven and hell just to stay by your side.” He holds you and you wrap your arms around his waist. If you could you’d hold him until your bodies had molded together.

“I’m also sad because you knew what we had on that earth and yet you couldn’t say anything. I bet you felt so lonely looking for me.” You say in his chest.

He moves your face so that you’re looking up at him and he kisses your head. “I wanted to tell you the moment I saw you in the parking lot when your bottle hit my foot. But I didn’t want scare you off. So I waited, it’s funny I think I would’ve waited forever for you to see it.” He then hugs you again and you buried your face into his chest.

“That won’t happen again will it? The portal thing?” You ask him. “No, amor. I’ve been monitoring the whole situation. As long as there aren’t any anomalies-“

“Anomalies?” You question him as you look up. “In our case it would be a person or thing that would deviate from our norm. I’ve had Lyla scanning and so far there are none.” Hearing that name makes your ears perk up.

“Lyla…you created her but I helped you with giving her emotions.” You word vomit as you chew your bottom lip. Miguel pulls your lip free and nods. “She’s been wanting to see you but you can have your reunion later. Right now you look like you could use a hot meal and some rest.”

You place your hand on Miguel’s stubbled cheek and give a small laugh. “You’re one to talk, you look so tired. How about we take a nap and then we can eat.” You suggest. “Eso suena amoroso.” He takes your hand and he tugs you towards the bed room.

You follow and when you two make it to the room, he closes the door and he turns to you. Miguel kisses your lips gently at first and he helps you strip off your shirt. You strip down to just your underwear and he leans away from you for a second, grabbing one of his t shirts and handing it to you.

You pull it over your head and arms, letting the cool red and blue fabric slide down your body. Miguel had taken off his shirt and pants. Kicking his things to the side as he stands in his boxers and then he guides you to the bed.

When you crawl into bed together, you cuddle up close to Miguel and he this times holds you but not too tight. He knows you’re there and he knows you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

You two lay there in silence and sigh. “Are you even tired now?” You ask feeling wide awake. “Estoy bien despierto, amor.” The both of you chuckle and you lean up on your elbow and look at him.

“Baby, you know how I feel about this. But what do you think about all of this?” He trails his fingertips against your thigh and he thinks for a moment. “I feel, and don’t be mad. But I feel happy that you know. And I want to apologize for making it seem as if I was gaslighting you, because I saw the signs. The way our bodies just knew each other. The way we just knew each other? There’s no hiding that. And if you have questions about anything, then I will answer them.”

You then reach out and touch the few grey hairs at his temple. “Now tell me how you felt when you saw I almost died.” Miguel’s fingers on your thigh freezes.

“I don’t want to-” You stop him. “I’ll tell you how I felt. I felt scared, I felt angry and I just felt sad. All of those emotions were running through my head. I felt scared because for that split second I thought you weren’t going to catch me. I thought I was going to eat pavement and you were going to be alone again. I felt angry because of Dana and at you. I was angry with you because in that moment you didn’t protect me from her kidnapping me. But it was on me, I did tell you to get my purse at that time. And I felt sad because I felt like I had so much to live for, I want to get that future with you. I wanted to be with you, baby. But when you saved me I was relieved. A little scared because of how your arms snapped out of place, but you reassured me that you’d heal. So thank you for giving me a second chance at life.” You lean over and kiss his lips and you feel his mouth tremble.

The next thing you know is you’re on your back and Miguel was on top of you. His position had reminded you of a bird being in a cage and you were the small bird.

His eyes were a mixture of hazel and red, but the thing that broke your heart was there were tears in them. They didn’t fall, they were at the edge of his pretty eyes.

“I thought I was going to lose the love of my life. All those memories and new ones, all of those times I’d look at your beautiful face…I thought it was going to be the last time. I saw our lives flash before my eyes. Our son would never be born, your dreams would never come true. We’d never get married. I would never get to hold you again. My entire world was going to die. I am grateful I saved you. But amor I have nightmares at night. You’re not there and I’m searching for you. I’m calling your name and you don’t answer me…”

Miguel closed his eyes and he was silent for a second. “…I always find myself in the dream walking down this long and dreary road, and when I get to the end of it I…I see your grave. I fall to my knees and I cry. I cry because you’re gone and I’m alone in the universe again. When I wake up, I panic because I think you’re gone but you’re there so I hold you close and I thank God you’re still with me because if you’re not here, then this world will not have a spider-man because I would join you.”

The tears rolls down his cheeks and you reach up wiping them away. “Don’t say that. Don’t ever speak like that. I want you to be happy, Miguel. Even if it’s not with m-” He leans down capturing your lips with his and you feel more tears hit your face.

He pins your hands down and he kisses you. You can tell he doesn’t want to talk about the subject anymore so you don’t push. You kiss him back and you wrap your legs around his waist. He lets your hands go and he holds your face, continuing to kiss you.

His kisses go from gentle to hungry. Miguel releases your lips and he looks down at you. He’s silent but his movements were loud as he scoots down, his nose trailing close to your lower stomach.

You get goosebumps as his eyes stay locked on yours for a moment. He inhaled deeply and he kisses your lower stomach. You feel his fingers slides your panties pass your hips and you lift a bit to help. He brings them to your ankles and he tosses them somewhere in the room.

Miguel looks back at you and you feel his warm breathe against your skin. He looks away just to part your legs and he looks at you again through his lashes as if he’s asking permission to continue.

You give a subtle nod and he kisses your inner thighs. He trails his lips down to your legs and you watch as each kiss was passionate. He lifts your right leg and he kisses your ankle. He rubs your foot and does the same to the left.

“I want you to know, that I will make sure to never put you through that again. I will protect you, our unborn child, our future. I love you so much that my heart aches when you’re not there. My body misses you when you’re not close. I will forever love you, Tommie O’Hara. Because you are my universe. And if you’ll let me, I want to show you what you mean to me. Let me show you. Let me just worship you in this moment, mi pequeña diosa.” He places your leg down and he knees, while parting your legs.

He parts your lips with his fingers and he licks your inner lips slowly as he twirls his tongue. Your eyes roll closed as he sucks your clit. You feel your hips get into a rolling motion and you only open your eyes as you feel him sucking.

You look down at him and he gives a few lazy licks and he takes his hands and parts your legs wider as he hooks his arms under your thighs.

You let out a strangled moan as he slides his tongue in and up hitting your g spot. You feel his tongue twirl inside of you and jerk a bit, feeling the sensation to move. “Amor be still for me.” Miguel moans as he dips his tongue back inside of you. You obey and find your fingers in his hair.

“Miguel….” You moan out as you hook your leg so he can’t move. He had buried his face inside of you and you feel him licking and sucking at the same time which makes you stutter out that you’re getting close.

He doesn’t say a word, he only continues to lick and suck. You move your leg and you move his head so you can fuck his lips. He just moans. Your orgasm builds as he nose rubs against your pulsing clit. You were going to come hard and fast for this man.

You lift your legs just a bit as our orgasm intensifies. “Mi-baby, yes just like that, just like that don’t stop.” You let his hair go and he flicks his tongue making you stutter out words in pure gibberish and bliss.

You swear you saw stars as Miguel sucked your juices. He uses his spit and he glided his tongue over your sensitive clit. Your body jerks from that sensation. “Mm, baby.” You warn, but Miguel wasn’t listening.

He was gliding his tongue over and over repeatedly making your back arch away from the bed. You whimper and whine as the keeps going. You try to move away but he grips you tighter and you whimper out your moans. As you come again he does a deep suck and you groan for him to stop.

When he lets your legs go, you felt that if you got up right in this moment you’d fall. His chin and lips were wet. He leans over you and as he kisses you, you taste yourself. He moans as he takes your hand and places it on his crotch.

He was hard as a rock. “Off.” You tell him weakly. In a swift move he strips off his boxers and you yank off the shirt you were wearing. He had you in the middle of the bed and the tip of his dick was just slick with his pre.

You look at him and you were biting your bottom lip. He takes your legs and places them on his shoulders. As he pushes the head in, the both of you let out an opened mouth moan.

He moves his hips and he slides in slowly, savoring your tightness and you grip his arms as he rests his weight on you. When he’s inside of you fully, you reach down to touch your clit but he stops you. “Déjame encargarme de eso, amor.”

He rubs his thumbs against your clit and you shiver from still being sensitive. He slowly pulls out. But he keeps the tip inside of you. “You’re so beautiful, when you’re under me, amor.” He says as he slides deep back inside of you.

You moan as you feel your nails dig into his arms. He starts to pick up the pace but he does deep long strokes. “Miguel, please just like that.” You pull him down and kiss his lips. Your tongue twirls with his and you feel his sharp fangs against your tongue. Miguel holds your face as he kisses you. You bite at his bottom lip and he groans.

You go to do it again but he pins you down and he rocks his hip, hitting all the right spots inside of your clenching and pulsing tight pussy. “Please do it, just let me feel them.” You whimper in his ear as he stuffs you deeper.

He does as your request and he bites down on your shoulder. You gasp out loud as you feel your entire body give a heartbeat. He lets go with his dangerous jaw and he kisses you with his blooded lips.

Your hands rake through his raven colored hair and you moan out you’re going to come. With that comment. Miguel lifts you up and he moves to the edge of the bed. He lifts you up and down as he fucks you passionately. You lean forward and he palms your ass as you feel you’re all the way at the base of him.

“Ven por mí.” He moans in your ear. You feel his dick twitch which tips you over the edge. You both come together and you make a mess of his dick as he still pumps deep inside of you.

You both hold each other as he lets your legs down. You smile like an idiot which was contagious because Miguel was smiling as well.

“You know you can still back out, start over with another version of me.” You tease. He scoff and buried his head against your chest. “I’m not going anywhere, Tommie. You and I are locked in for life.” The both of you laugh as he lifts you up and places you on the bed.

You snuggle up with Miguel as sleep starts to hit you. “I can’t wait for the future.” You hear Miguel mumble as he falls fast asleep. You lean over and kiss his temple as you pull the sheets over on the two of you. “Neither can I.” You whisper as you lay on his chest and fall fast asleep…

••••

Two years later…

You were crying while eating your grandmother’s potato salad. “Baby cakes what’s wrong?” She asks as she checks on you. You had your bowl sitting on your swollen belly and you were wiping the tears away.

“It’s so good. I want to eat this everyday.” You tell her as you take another bite. “Barbra let that girl cry, she might just go to sleep.” Your grandfather says as him and Miguel walk over with the grilled food. “Amor can I get you anything else?” Your husband asks. You shake your head and lick the plate.

“Tommie, please don’t do that. There’s more, I promise.” You feel your face warm from the embarrassment as your grandmother takes the plate from you. This little boy made you have the strongest cravings.

Last week all you wanted was pineapples and whip cream. Today you wanted a whole bowl of your grandmothers potato salad. You go to get up and Miguel was right there to help. “Easy amor, you’re carrying our legacy in there.” He says as he kisses your cheek.

“I know, baby. I’ll be careful. But boy, this baby is kicking my butt. One second he’s in the front and next he’s kicking near my side. Here.” You take Miguel’s hand and place it on your side. You two wait and sure enough there was a kick. Miguel’s eyes light up and he smiles wide. He kneels down and he kisses your dress covered stomach.

“Hola, Xavier. We can’t wait to see you next month.” He says causing you to poke your bottom lip out and cry. “Mi corazón please don’t cry.” Miguel stands up chuckling.

“It’s just I can’t believe we’re going to be parents next month, we’re really going to meet this little person and he’s going to look so cute in all the outfits we got him. And-“ You feel a sharp pain and you grab Miguel’s hand. “Sh…shoot.”

“I got you, come let’s sit down and do those breathing exercises.” You shake your head and feel fine just then. “I’m okay, I just need to use the bathroom. Can you help me?” Miguel agrees and he helps you inside.

As the two of you enter the kitchen your hand bumps into your metal bottle and it falls. Miguel grabs it up effortlessly and places it back on the counter. You smile at that since that’s how you two had met.

You go to the bathroom but you tug your husbands hand and pull him inside with you. He chuckles as you stand on tippy toe. He leans down careful not to bump your stomach and he kisses you.

“Mmm, did you actually have to use the bathroom or did you just want to have me all alone?” Miguel asks as he looks down at you lovingly. “I’ll confess I wanted you alone. But can you blame me, we haven’t had much alone time this weekend. I actually can’t wait to get back to the house.”

“I know how you feel, but you have to admit it’s been relaxing being here.” You nod. “It has, but maybe it’s just my hormones but I have been wanting you more and more this past month.” Miguel lifts you up and places you on the sink, getting a giggle out of you as he settles between your legs.

“Is that so, Mrs O’Hara?” Miguel says as he kisses your neck. “Mmm, it is Mr O’Hara.” You answer as you feel him lifting your sun dress.

You lift up a little as he tugs your panties off and he kisses your lips. “We can’t make any noise and we have to be quick, amor.” Miguel says as he unzips his pants. “I’ll be quiet, I promise.” You whisper as you spread your legs wider. Miguel positions himself perfectly and he rubs just the tip.

“Amor, you’re so wet.” He softly moans as he slides the head in. You bite your bottom lip and nod. “Been wet since this morning. I had a dream you and I were on our honeymoon. Remember how that went?” Miguel nods as he places his hand against the mirror behind you and he slides in, causing the both of you to moan.

“This pussy is too good, fuck.” Miguel moans a bit loud. You clamp your hand over his mouth. “You can’t be too loud, remember?” He nods and he starts moving his hips. You eyes rolls back as you keep your hand over his mouth.

“I’ll…I’ll admit when the baby comes we won’t get much time like this.” You whisper out. “I’ll find a way for us to have alone time, amor. Don’t you worry about th-shit!” Miguel groans which causes you to take your panties and shove them in his mouth.

“Baby, just fuck me and be quiet, please.” You say as you grab his ass and pull him in so he can fuck you deeper. He groans something and you feel him pulse inside of you. “Ju…just like that make me cum baby, make me cum.” You moan out. He covers your mouth now and he spits out your panties.

“Sh…shh. If you’re too loud I’ll st…stop. Now be my good girl and let daddy fill this little greedy cunt.” He lifts your legs over his shoulders and he pounds into you. You head bumps against the mirror which causes it to open and a few medicine bottles spill. But the two of you don’t stop. Miguel looks at you with lust in his eyes and your eyes start rolling back as you start to feel yourself about to come.

“You’re squeezing down on my di-baby you’re so wet oh m-” He grabs the back of your head and he pounds into you as you clench and come causing a mess on his pubic area.

Soon after Miguel’s thrusts get sloppy and he came deep inside of you. The both of you catch your breathe and when you notice the spilled items from the mirror you both chuckle.

“Worth it.” You say as he lets your legs down. “Definitely worth it.” He kisses your lips and he helps clean up. “Do you think we’re going to be good parents?” You ask as he helps you off of the sink after pulling your panties up. “I know we will, in every universe we’re good parents.” You chew your thumbnail and Miguel stops you. “Don’t be nervous, Tommie. You’re going to be a wonderful mother. I promise.” You go to speak but just then you double over and grip his hand.

“Ow, ow, o-Ahhhhh!” You let out a blood curdling scream and Miguel scrambled quickly yanking open the bathroom door. “What’s wrong, Tommie?” You look down and you have this sensation to pee.

You quickly try to make it to the toilet but you feel a gushing feeling between your legs just as you go to sit.

You lock eyes with Miguel and his eyes were wide. “Baby my water br-ahhh!” You grab his hand and squeeze as pain shoots through you.

Miguel scoops you up and yells out that’s you’re in labor. He places you on the couch in the living room and you hear your grandparents rushing into the room. Your grandfather was grabbing your bag, while your grandmother was on the phone with telling the operator to connect her to the hospital.

Miguel was kneeling beside you and you were in tears. “I…is it suppose to hu-ahhh!” The pain was getting intense and all you wanted to do was push. “Miguel, he’s coming now. We need to go.” You tell him through clenched teeth. He nods and he helps you up.

In a matter of seconds it seems, Miguel was in his car with you in the passenger seat. “Toma mi mano y respira amor.” You take his hand and take deep breathes as your contractions start to come quicker. “We’ll meet you at the hospital Miguel!” Your grandmother says as her and your grandfather gets in his truck.

Miguel doesn’t even give a response he simply peels out of the driveway and he takes the faster route to the hospital.

You feel something leaking and when you reach down you bring your hand back up. You’re in panic because you see blood. “Miguel!” You scream. He presses the gas harder and he drives as fast as he can without causing an accident. “Just breathe, Tommie. Just breathe we’re almost there.” Miguel says as he runs a red light.

More pain shoots though you and you can’t wait, you start to push as he drives up to the Emergency Entrance. You scream that it hurts and Miguel takes you out of the car. Your blood was all over the front seat and on Miguel.

He runs inside causing the nurses at the front desk to jump. “My wife, she’s hurt and she’s in labor please!” They work quickly and they bring you to a room. You feel your heart beat speed up as they tell Miguel he has to stay back. “No! He comes! He comes with me!” Miguel pushes past the nurses and he holds your hand. “Amor I’m not going anywhere.” He tells you as they wheel you to a room.

The nurses hook you up to a machine and a lady doctor she enters the room quickly and she puts on gloves. “How far are your contractions ma’am?” She asks as she lifts your dress seeing the blood. “F..four minutes apar-ahhh!” You scream as the doctor inserts cold metal inside of you. “Do you have to do that!” Miguel snaps. “I apologize sir, but your wife is in labor and she’s hemorrhaging. We need to move fast before her and the baby dies.”

Miguel moves over to you and you feel scared. “Xavier is going to be alright, right? Our son is going to be okay?” You ask in a panic. “He is going to be fine. Look at me, Tommie. Our son is going to be fine.” Miguel comforts you.

You nod and your legs are placed up and spread. “Alright Mrs O’Hara, I am going to ask you to push. Your baby is already crowning. Once we get them out we can stop the bleeding. Okay? Now give a great big push.”

You do what the doctor says and you give a push. The sensation was terrifying for you but you had to stay brave for your son. You give another push as instructed and you hear a cry. Miguel moves down and the look in his eyes were priceless as the doctor told him to cut his umbilical cord.

The doctor passes then Xavier over to another nurse so he can be cleaned and he gets suctioned. Miguel kisses your head as you feel happy he’s okay. “He is a healthy baby boy, who is four pounds and six ounces.” The nurse says to you. You go to speak but let out a scream you didn’t know you could do.

“Mrs O’Hara, your other baby. They seem to have the umbilical cord wrapped around their neck. Please wait to push while we get this handled.”

Your eyes widen. “Another baby? But how?” You had went to every appointment with Miguel and they doctors showed you the ultrasounds. It showed Xavier in the womb. How did this other baby not get seen? Unless they were hiding behind Xavier?

Miguel had a blank stare on his face but his hand was gripping yours.

The doctor tells you to give a push for her and you give a push, this time you feel excruciating pain when you push. You cry to Miguel how it hurts and the doctor tells you to give her one more push they baby was almost out. “You got this, amor. I’m right here with you.” Miguel says as he holds your hand.

You push one more time and you expect to hear a cry but your heart drops when you don’t hear the baby. “It’s a girl.” The doctor says as she brings your daughter to another table.

You listen, you hold your own breath and listen to her cry but you hear nothing. “Come on, little one.” The doctor says as she tries to help your unresponsive child.

Miguel was standing there solid as a rock as you try to peek. “Time?” The doctor calls out. No, no you’re not letting her go.

“Bring her to me, now.” You demand in a tone you didn’t know you had. Miguel moves and he takes the baby and brings her to you. You move down your dress and Miguel lays the baby against your chest.

“Come on, come on baby girl. You’re not going to give up. You haven’t lived yet. I refuse to lose you. Now breathe for mommy. Come on, you’re a strong little girl I know you are. You are your fathers daughter.” You place her on her stomach and you let her feel your heart beat as you gently tap her back. “You’re strong, because you’re my baby. Come on, come on baby girl, use your lungs. I just met you I’m not losing you.” You close your eyes and you kiss her little head.

You then feel a tiny heart beat against yours and when you open your eyes, you look down to see something yellow squirt from her mouth. Just then your daughter gives the loudest scream and you laugh because that is what you wanted to hear.

“That’s my baby girl. I knew you were going to live.” You kiss her little head as she keeps crying. You never wanted her to stop. Miguel look over at you and he has pure fear in his eyes for a split second, but it quickly leaves as he walks over and he looks at her. “Charlie, I want to name her Charlie after my dad.” You tell him as you feel tired. “Charlie O’Hara. I like that.” Miguel says as he just stares at his crying daughter.

••••

Miguel POV

It’s been six hours since the twins were born and I was walking down the hall letting Tommie sleep. Our friends and family had came to visit, and they were all happy to meet the two new additions.

But something is off, I can feel it. I wonder down a quiet hallway and I make sure no one was around when I bring my communicator out. “Lyla.” I whisper and she appears. “Hello daddy-oh.” She jokes but I didn’t see anything funny. “Geez, someone still doesn’t have a funny bone in their body I see.”

“Lyla I need you to do a scan for Charlie O’Hara.” I tell her as I think about my daughter. Fear came out of me as I laid my eyes on that little girl. “I’ll be back in a flash.” As I wait I close my eyes think about the tape I had received last year…

Tommie was with Erica and I was fixing up the bottom steps to our home. As I finished up, I see the mailman and gave a smile. “Good morning, Mr O’Hara. Just a package today.” I frown a bit. “Package? Maybe my wife ordered something.” He simply shrugs and hands it to me.

I freeze when I see who the sender was from. Even from the grave, Dana was still a nuisance.

I walk inside and I scan the package. There were no signs of a threat present but just to be safe, I had brought the package to the lab in the basement. I went to the safe room and opened the package only to see a DVD inside. On it were the words, play me. I grab my laptop from the other room and I place it inside. My laptop runs it through and a video pops up.

I scowl seeing Dana’s face on the screen and I press play. “Hello Miguel, if you’re watching this then I am dead. I’m sure you’re happy about that. But I just want to let you know, you can have your little Tommie, but I get to have your future. I won’t give away all my secrets. Some of them get to stay with me in the grave. But I know how much you find anomalies such a nuisance. So, enjoy this one. I’m sure you’re going to love it to pieces. Oh and tell Tommie I hope she falls and breaks her n-” I stopped the video and breathe carefully. “Lyla, scan for any anomalies.” I command. I wait for five minutes and she lets me no that there are no anomalies present in this universe.

“Vete a la mierda Dana….”

Back in the present I was waiting for at least six minutes for Lyla to give me an answer. She came back and she looked a bit worried. “What?” I snap at her. “Okay, don’t get mad at me I’m just the messenger. Alright well I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”

“The bad news.” You tell her. She gives a nod. “Well I scanned all of the universes and…there isn’t a single Charlie O’Hara present. From the scans Charlie…she’s going to cause a greater anomaly in eighteen years.” There’s no way my own child can’t an anomaly.

“And what was the good news?” I ask her. “You’re a dad to two healthy children.” I grit my teeth and I walk back down the hall.

If Dana had planned this whole thing then not only was she a mastermind but she was also vile for this.

As I reach for the doorknob I freeze. Because I remember something. In every universe I met Tommie’s parents except this one, which caused our daughter to be born. That event caused this, which makes me wonder what else is hidden in the cracks of the universe?

I walk over to my sleeping wife and I kiss her head. She stirs in her sleep a little and I hear one of the twins let out a little cry. On instinct, I go to my kids and I look down to see Xavier was peacefully sleeping. But Charlie was being fussy.

Tommie had managed to make some bottles for them so I grab one and I pick her up carefully. “It’s okay mija, daddy’s got you.” I give her, her bottle and she drinks. Her little hand wraps around my finger and as I look down at her I see her left eye turn blood shot red. I feel the spider connection and I shiver. This little girl is going to cause a greater anomaly?

“That’s going to be a problem…” I say as I watch my daughter's left eye turn to a dull glowing red…

Previously

Ahhh I can finally post these!! I made spidersona’s of the twins! I was inspired by Miguel's suits, Xavier took his colors from Miguel's updated suit and Charlie took her colors from Miguel's old suit. Both of the twins love their dad but clearly Charlie and Miguel bump heads...a lot.

#miguel o'hara #watsittoyah #along came a spider 2099 #along came a spider #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x tommie valentine #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x black reader #tommie valentine #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #spiderman 2099 x female reader #spiderman 2099 smut #spiderman smut #marvel #across the spiderverse #spidersona #oscar isaac smut #oscar issac hernandez estrada

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imaginesbymonika · 2 years

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Standing by and waiting at your backdoor.

Part 4

Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x fem!Reader

Plot: Johnny never had any problems with picking up girls, one of the bonuses of having a TV Show. But when he falls in love with his childhood best friend, who is in a relationship with a jerk who doesn’t understand her the way he does, his fame isn’t helping him at all.

Warning: angst, heartbreak, nostalgia

Inspired by the song ‘You belong with me’ by Taylor Swift (and an edit i saw on tik tok by @bowiedjarin)

masterlist / previous part

The months went by and spring quickly turned into summer. In the blink of an eye, March became July.. Johnny went on dates and hooked up with numerous girls but he couldn't make any of them stay. Or maybe, they couldn't make him stay. He didn't know it. He didn’t want to talk about it either.

All he knew for sure was, that time was moving faster than ever, he could practically feel it.

And every night he went to sleep with an unavoidable type of hunger dwelling in his stomach, one that sex couldn't cure.

Johnny watched how Y/N and Chris fell in love with each other more and more every day. Their happiness was practically radiating off of them and it made him nauseous, while it broke his heart simultaneously.

Being “Johnny” slowly started to become a chore, it felt more and more as if he was wearing someone else's skin. Perhaps that's why it has felt so tight recently. He realized that he ended up being both: Frankenstein and Frankenstein's monster. He couldn't blame anyone but himself for that.

He still vividly remembers, how he used to sneak through Y/N's window into her childhood bedroom, every time we claimed that he just came from a party. But they both knew, that her house was nowhere on his way home. He missed those nights more than anything he ever missed before, it clouded all his other memories.

It's how the author of Frankenstein, Mary Shelley once wrote "[...]the companions of our childhood always possess a certain type of power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain."

"Johnny!", Ethan says out loud when his friend arrives at the party. When Y/N who sits on Chris' lap notices him, she stands up and walks into the kitchen. A second later she comes back out with a beer bottle. She hands it to him with a quick smile before she once again takes a seat on Chris' thigh.

They were happy together. He didn't understand what made him so mad. Did he never realize how much he needed her until this very moment? Was he late once again? The way he was too late in ‘98?

The night he left, he was sitting in his car, a tight grip on his steering wheel. He had the whole world ahead of him. He knew that he was able to go wherever he liked to...just not home anymore.

"Oh my god.", Y/N lets out and rapidly gets up. Everyone else stares at Johnny with eyes wide open. "Are you okay?" Johnny slowly reaches up and touches his cheek. He had started crying, without knowing it. He simply nods:” Yeah, I -.” But when he makes eye contact with Y/N and sees that concern is written all over her face, he can’t help but break down completely.

He feels so pathetic. “I’ve got this.”, Y/N announces and turns to the guys, flashing them a quick smile:” We’re back in a moment. Don’t worry.”

She slowly kneels down and rubs his back before she moves closer to his ear:” Let’s go, P.J. let’s go to the bathroom, okay?”.

#Spotify #x reader #fluff #angst #johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville ff #jackass ff #jackass forever #jackass #steve o #chris pontius #imagine

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countessren · 3 years

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The Bad Batch || Writing Prompts

1. If we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.

2. How is it that when something happens it’s always you guys?

3. I...I didn’t think we would get this far.

4. Please put that down, that’s not for playing.

5. If I had a credit for every time we get in trouble I would be the richest person in existence.

6. Don’t tell me...you broke the hyperdrive.

7. You can’t say that! At least not in front of the child!

8. What does this do?/If you want to find out, you’ll have to close that door.

9. You know I didn’t mean that/Well it sure sounded like you did.

10. If I wanted to waste my time, I would have asked for your opinion.

11. Don’t put me on the spot, I wasn’t listening.

12. Don’t look at me, he did it.

13. I can’t help it, you’re too important to me.

14. If you’re aiming to piss me off, we’re well past that point right now.

15. If one more person damages this ship, I’m taking Lula.

16. I’m sorry...but I can’t do this anymore.

17. Don’t accuse me of being the jerk, I’m not the one who needs to develop a personality.

18. Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn’t punch you in your perfect face.

19. So, what’s the plan?/ You’re telling me that you didn’t come up with one?!

20. Awwww, you’re so adorable when you blush.

21. Get away from me, you’ve annoyed me now.

22. When this is all over, I’m going to take you somewhere far away from all this mess/ I’d like that.

23. If you touch my stuff without asking one more time, I swear.../ You’ll what? Pummel me to death?/ If that’s what it takes, then yes. I will.

24. I don’t think I can do that. I just...I don’t know.

25. Did you...did you just compliment me?

26. The systems are fried because someone didn’t fix the wiring issue!

27. Stop blaming me for your mistakes!

28. I’m tired of trying to fight so hard for someone who doesn’t even want me.

29. Prove it hotshot.

30. You should be more careful, you don’t want anything drastic to happen now do you?

31. You’ve got to be kidding me, I’m not wearing that thing.

32. You know you can tell me anything, right?

33. I’m a little busy right now, but sure, what can I do for you?

34. I’m fine, honestly it’s just a scratch/ That is not a scratch, what are you talking about?

35. Stay awake for me, please!

36. I can’t lose you, please just...just come back to me.

37. Could you stay? Just for a little while, please?

38. You really think I’m a valuable part of this team? Even after that?

39. Please don’t ask me to do that, I can’t.

40. You have to be more careful, one day you’ll come back to me in pieces.

41. I’m sorry, forget I said anything.

42. If I may/ No!/ ...Apologies.

43. Can I interest anyone in a vacation?

44. You can’t keep going around and destroying things/ Oh yeah, watch me!

45. This is never going to work/ You look beautiful darling, stop worrying.

46. Can’t we just relax for the day? I’m tired after yesterday.

47. The stars...can’t do it...not today.

48. I’d laugh but I would prefer to keep my life.

49. Don’t test me.

50. Oh please, I would rather die than be partnered up with him for this mission.

51. Wait, remind me again why we are doing this.

52. I love you so much, I want you to know that in case-/ In case nothing. Nothing will happen. Don’t ever say that again.

53. You’re heavy, get off me.

54. For the love of god, please just be nice to each other.

55. I care too much, so sue me.

56. How dare you, you will treat me with respect.

57. Can I...can I give you a hug?

58. I uh...I don’t know how we managed to get out of that alive/ Well, now that we have, you owe me.

59. Just keep your eyes on me, don’t turn around.

60. Is this...reg...bothering you?

61. I wouldn’t shoot the messenger if I were you/ But it sends a message/ Yeah, the wrong type of message!

62. I don’t know how many times I’ve had to fix this ship, but I’m so over having to stop every five minutes.

63. Honestly, you’re the only person that keeps me calm.

64. Well maybe if you listened to me instead of that damn holopad we wouldn’t be in this situation.

65. I’m really sorry/ Go away, I’m not talking to you.

66. It hurst...it hurst so much/ Just stay with me, don’t you dare close your eyes.

67. If we could stay here all day, you know I would hold on to you and never let go right?

68. Cuddles?/ ...Fine.

69. I’m innocent I swear/ I know you, you are far from innocent.

70. Uh oh/ What? / Nothing...nothing at all.

71. Tech said I was bleeding internally, that’s where all the blood is supposed to be!/ Wrecker...no.

72. I can help, just let me-/ No, you’ve done enough.

73. I...I’m cold/ Well that’s unfortunate, I can’t do anything about the weather.

74. You inconsiderate, lying, two-faced prick!

75. If you don’t remove your hand from my shoulder, you won’t have hands at all.

76. Kill me, but don’t hurt them. Please...

77. Is anyone else having trouble figuring out how we are all still alive?

78. I could seriously just-/ Just what sweetheart?

79. I want you know that I’m sorry if things weren’t easy for you, but it wasn’t easy for me too. I had to be strong for everyone else when you fell apart...and it broke me too.

80. You’re not the only one who’s having second thoughts.

81. Please just...just leave me alone. I don’t want to talk about it.

82. I could honestly just sleep forever right now/ Come here...

83. I love you, but it’s okay if you don’t feel the same.

84. This isn’t you, you have to fight it.

85. Give me a chance, I’ll prove to you that I care/ You have one more chance, otherwise I’m gone.

86. Shoot me once, shame on you. Shoot me twice...yeah that’s my mistake.

87. Ow!/ You deserved that/ What did you do that for!?/ You know exactly what for!

88. It’s so cold in here/ Here, have my blanket.

89. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so mesmerising in all my life/ I have.

SOULMATE AU PROMPTS

90. The first words you say to your soulmate are tattooed on your arm.

91. You don’t see colour until you meet your soulmate.

92. You can hear your soulmates thoughts.

93. When you touch your soulmate, you see glimpses of what your future will be like together.

94. You can feel your soulmates pain.

95. You can feel intense pain whenever your soulmate is in danger.

96. You have random visions of what your soulmate sees, but neither of you know it until you meet.

97. You have a clock that counts down to when you will meet your soulmate.

98. You have the same tattoo/scars as your soulmate.

99. One of your eyes is the same colour of your soulmates.

100. The name of your soulmate is tattooed somewhere on your person.

PLEASE GIVE CREDIT IF YOU USE ANY! WHETHER IT BE A LIKE, REBLOG OR @MENTION! Requests will be open as of 8th of June, so feel free to flood my inbox until then! You can also comment below should you wish to request anything.

#the bad batch x reader #the bad batch #the bad batch imagines #hunter x reader #Hunter #hunter imagine #tech x reader #tech #tech imagine #wrecker x reader #wrecker #wrecker imagine #crosshair x reader #crosshair #crosshair imagine #echo x reader #echo #echo imagine #star wars the bad batch

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dangermousie · 2 years

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CFC 197

1. Well, we now know who Xie Lishen is and it’s Anthony. I love that even tho they are the same height and XQC is half-blind and sick as hell, he’s still dominating Anthony. Mmmm. I do want to know why Anthony hates him. Like dude, you are big special assistant of big special evil boss, shouldn’t you enjoy that and not dwell on your cousin. Did you want his candy when you were little or something?

2. I love how straightforward XQC is, when he finds out Anthony is treating him he says he wants to talk and first question is are you working for Duan Wen? Heh. (Side note: HY is frowning looking at the cousins walking off after he says it’s OK. A different man would be thinking threesomes :P)

3. Clearly the antipathy is mutual and long standing for both, I really want to know why! (I love that petty Anthony is getting petty back by XQC refusing to call him that and he called XQC old while XQC calls him a child. God, they are def related.)

4. I love that Anthony tries to hit where it hurts and says no wonder your ex wife left you and your boyfriend hates you and XQC does not react because (a) he knows and accepts his flaws - it’s his virtues and good things he has trouble accepting and (b) only those he loves can wound him - hence HY. As for the rest he genuinely DNGAF.

5. Discord peeps were right, He Yu IS sleeping with Anthony. At least per Anthony and I am not sure he’d lie about something so easily exposed. My reasons to ship He Yu x XQC are dwindling down to zero tbh. I am not a fan, to put it mildly, of OTPs who are not exclusive once feelings are realized (yes, Taxian Jun but none of it was after he realized his feelings or when he was in control of himself or in the present narrative. Is all of this realistic? Yes of course. Is it a narrative I enjoy? No. About now, if I weren’t worried about jjwxc locking/yanking chapters, I’d peace out until the novel is complete and then see whether to come back because this is so an opposite of a narrative kink for me.

6. Enjoy your off-brand Xie, He Yu, I’ve officially stopped giving a damn about you and am genuinely rooting for you not to get together with XQC ever which is fucking frustrating. Chen Man, come back, I am so sorry, honey!!!! Please!

I wish you two joy of each other. I mean it sincerely. I hope you stay together forever and leave XQC the fuck alone and by some miracle XQC will realize how lucky his escape from all this was and move on, single or not, but faaaaaar from this toxic dumpster fire and live out his remaining time in peace. And HY can enjoy banging a knock-off Xie doctor and jerking off in cars while Anthony feels superior winning over his cousin in something. Win for everyone. Alternatively, they can both be eaten by Duan Wen’s pet sharks. I genuinely don’t care. Whatever. Just go away and stop bugging XQC, he’s been through enough.

It IS interesting to know that in the hospital HY still didn’t hate/super blame XQC but now he does. I wish I cared to analyze it but this chapter made me stop caring about what makes HY tick tbh, at least for the moment.

7. It keeps going! Dude, are you pitching a p2rn script?

Either a self learning hole is a Xie trait or Anthony has very low standards to call HY an ideal lover. Also, sex as part of treatment? Is IS a p2rn movie script omg. Also, I’d say the ethics board might disagree on a doctor prescribing sex with himself to a patient as a cure but clearly ethics has long left the building in this particular novel :P I do find it amusing that XQC does not smell anything fishy at Anthony singing HY’s praises in bed - if he had any experience, he’d know that by any conventional measure, HY is kinda lousy in bed unless you have quite specific tastes/kinks XQC does.

8. I love that while XQC’s hands clearly are shaking enough to spill hot tea on himself, he’s still maintaining his calm in front of Anthony who is reveling (98% f HY’s attraction to Anthony is that he stole him from XQC so to speak) and is all “yes, whatever, he’s a patient not someone to be used for revenge.”

9. Anthony is all “he told me about you begging in bed blah blah” and it’s clearly from the video but XQC does not know about its existence and thinks HY told and that really hits him. Ugh. I do love that he points out that if Anthony was sincere, he wouldn’t be spilling all about their intimate life in public. And he says if he’s manipulating HY for Duan Wen, he will make him pay and looks intimidating as fuck and it’s delightful but He Yu really isn’t worth it at this moment to this rageful reader.

10. Ah, Anthony hates XQC because he hates his parents who took him in and his mother was evil and he says such vile things and yesss, thank you for slapping him, XQC!

Delicious!

11. And then Anthony rushes him and XQC twists his arm but He Yu is back (where was he when his supposed doctor was discussing his sex life?) and moves XQC’s wrist away saying he can’t let him hurt his personal doctor. Awwww what’s the matter, worried he won’t be able to use those hands on you?

12. In the process, HY manages to caress XQC’s tattoo again. He clearly is as obsessed as ever regardless of whatever is going on with Anthony but sir, this is not a buy one get one free sale!

13. XQC is just tired, throws money on the table and walks off without looking back and I clapped. Yes, be done with them, thank you!!!! I do hope this means he’s stopped even considering chasing/explaining/whatever because that would make me happy.

14. A/N seems to say Anthony is lying. I guess she knew people would be pissed (I confess I was seriously considering dropping.) But lying about what exactly? Sex or just the emotional component (ie yes they are banging but no emotion is involved.) Hopefully the former but I am still grumpy though. All it would take to fix all the emotional mess is for HY to tell XQC: “you have one chance, explain.” And then either XQC would take it (probably, at least before all of this garbage happened; if he did it when he was just back) or not, but it would have been both fair of HY and fair for XQC because if XQC did not, then HY could not be blamed for believing the worst etc but as is, it’s just the circle of HY jumping to conclusions and not learning. He’s not even an old dog, how come he can’t learn new tricks?

This arc is annoying me tbh and I wish it was over because I am genuinely just done with this and want XQC to go on a tropical vacation with Chen Man to drink manly alcoholic beverages and chill while HY, to use a Russian expression, is left biting his elbows.

#cnovel #meatbun doesn't eat meat #case file compendium

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mrs-hilmarson · 3 years

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Ocean Eyes (Part 2)

Ocean Eyes (Part 1)

Pairing: Tammy x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Parts: Part 1

Taglist: @peggycarter-steverogers @imgayandmymomdoesntknow @millysmango

A/n: Glad you guys are liking Tammy. She’s fun to write for, because I imagine her having a bit of a wild side ;) I’m thinking there will probably only be 5 parts, because I would like to get started on Delia’s, but things are just really busy with my new job! Always, thanks for the patience and love!

"I'm gonna kinda miss having you at the apartment everyday."

Sarah's voice ripped you away from the window, lost in your own empty thoughts. You smiled at her.

"I will miss seeing you every day, but I will not miss sleeping on your couch. It's lumpy. You really need a new one dude," you said, snickering.

"No way! My couch has got character, thank you."

"Sarah, I found a pack of fun dip from 1967 in the cushions."

Sarah opened her mouth to argue, but shut it. She gave you a side glare, trying to keep her eyes on the road while letting you see her wrath, as she called it. You laughed, it filling the car.

"Don't worry Sarah-Bee, I'll come visit you on my off days," you said, patting her leg.

You guys pulled into Tammy's huge driveway to find her and the kids waiting for you on the doorstep, standing there like a Home and Garden's ad. Tammy smiled and waved as well as her two smallest children. The oldest boy was obviously forced to stand there and looked like he was ready to be released.

You stepped out of the car and the family walked towards you. The little girl ran ahead of them all, nearly leaping to you.

"Hi! My name is Keri! You wanna play?" she asked, immediately taking your hand and tugging on it.

Tammy reached forward and put her hand on Keri's shoulder, giggling.

"Hold on sweetheart. She just got here and needs to get settled. You guys will have plenty of time to play. She lives here with us now," she said, never breaking eye contact with you.

You felt the blush creep onto your face. You weren't positive, but there seemed to be a glint in Tammy's eyes, as if she saw it. You tore your eyes away from hers and looked back down at the little girl, smiling. She smiled back, grabbing onto her mothers hand to hold it and bring it close to her face.

Tammy cleared her throat and pushed the two boys forward. The little one had a mischievous look about him and the older one was just uninterested completely.

"These are my two men, Derek and Jeremy," Tammy said.

"I'm Derek! I'm named after my dad. He doesn't live here anymore!" the younger one chirped.

Everyone shot him a look, but he remained blissfully unaware at the fact of his oversharing. The oldest though, seemed more than angry, and reached over and slapped his younger brother in the ear.

"Stupid! You don't say that shit!"

"Jeremy! Watch your mouth and leave your brother alone," Tammy said, moving him to where he was looking her in the face. He seemed to growl and jerk away. He sulked off towards the house.

You saw the concern on Tammy's face. He must not have been handling the divorce so well. Your heart ached for the boy, even though he seemed a little bit like a dick. Tammy sighed and turned back to you.

"Kids," she said, trying to chuckle and brush it off.

"Well! How about we get Y/n and her stuff inside and get her welcomed home?" Tammy asked the two little ones.

They both cheered with the excitement only small children seemed to have and ran to Sarah's car to help grab the boxes and suitcases that were in the back. Tammy came up behind you, placing her hand on the small of your back. You jumped a bit, feeling heat spread out through your body. Tammy leaned forward to whisper in your ear, but all you could manage to think was how good she smelled.

"Don't worry about Jeremy, give him time to warm up to you. He misses his dad, but he's a good kid," she whispered, her breath hot on the shell of your ear.

You swallowed and nodded, forcing a smile. She brought her face into your view, just inches from yours. She smiled and winked and her fingers seemed to drag as she brushed her hand from your back and walked to the car to help get your things.

Get your shit together Y/N. She was talking about her kids emotional state and all you could think of was her perfume!

You scolded yourself and went to help the family unload your old life to officially start your new one.

When Tammy had said you would have the entire attic and your own bathroom, you thought you would have a maybe enough room for a twin bed and a dresser, maybe a desk and a bathroom that probably had a shower and not much else. You were very wrong.

Your new bedroom was bigger than Sarah's entire apartment, with lush carpet and crown molding. The bed was big and plush with a down comforter that felt like a cloud and smelled like cherry blossom. You not only had a 8 drawer dresser, but a walk in closet that could hold your entire wardrobe and still have 98% of it be completely empty. There were shelves filled with books and free space that Tammy said you could put whatever you like on.

The desk was a solid piece of white wood that seemed like it would cost the same as a down payment on a car. Your bathroom felt straight out of a high class suite with a huge tub, amazing walk in shower, and not just one sink, but two. There was even a wall length mirror. But your favorite part of the whole house was the balcony. You had your own balcony. A set of french doors lead out to it and you knew you would have the perfect view to watch the sun rise over the trees in the morning.

This morning you were waking up on a smelly, yellow polyester couch to the sound of street construction and Sarah singing Taylor Swift as she burnt breakfast. Now, you were overlooking an amazing view of a beautiful, quiet neighborhood from your very own penthouse with an amazing job and the most beautiful boss you could have ever imagined.

You took a deep breath of the crisp night air. You were exhausted from unpacking and getting to know the kids and were looking forward to just laying in your new bed and dosing off when you heard a knock at your door. You had to jog from outside and across the room to reach the door, expecting to see one of the kids. Instead Tammy stood in front of you, smiling.

"Getting settled in okay?" she asked.

You smile and nodded, stepping aside to welcome her in. She walked in and looked around. There wasn't much difference, but you had put out some of your personal items and pictures. It would take some time, but it did feel a little bit more like yours after a couple of hours of work.

"Looks nice. More lived in than it has ever been. You've made it homey," she said, her voice warm.

"I hope that is okay," you said, unsure why you felt so insecure about her opinion. She whipped around to look at you.

"Of course! That's what I want more than anything. For you to make this your home. I know this is your job, but I want you to like it here," she said, stepping closer.

Your breath got caught in your throat again, and you forced yourself to breathe normally. You saw the corner of Tammy's mouth twitch, a tiny smirk showing for just a second. You brushed your hair away from your face and cleared your throat. It was becoming your signature.

"I definitely like it here. Don't worry. You and the kids are great. The room is amazing, I've never lived somewhere so nice before. And dinner was great. Its been a really long time since I sat down and got to eat together with a family."

Tammy's face softened a bit at the last bit, and while you could see curiosity in her eyes, she didn't ask any further. There was a moment of silence before Tammy got the conversation back on track.

"Well I'm glad you liked dinner and are getting settled. I got the kids in bed already and was actually wondering if you would like to come down stairs and have a glass of wine with me? Just you and I, so we could get to know each other more as friends rather than boss and employee."

You stood there, smiling, just staring at her. You must have been standing there for longer than you realized in silence because Tammy cocked an eyebrow, confused by your silence. You tried to recover like you were thinking, but you really couldn't save yourself here.

"Oh! Yeah! Sure! I'd love to!" you said, your voice a little too high pitched. Tammy giggled and nodded, heading back towards the door.

"Get in your jammies and meet me down stairs. I'll be waiting," she said as she closed the door behind her.

You released the breath you had been holding, your whole body relaxing. You didn't realize how tense you were. You were going to have to learn how to function around Tammy or you probably wouldn't have this job for long. Tammy seemed to find it cute for the time being, but once it stopped just seeming like you were awkward and nervous about a new job, it would be pretty obvious it was a bit more. The nanny crushing on her boss was so cliché to begin with, never mind how problematic it would be in this situation.

You got dressed in your nice pair of pajamas, not wanting to walk down stairs in a ratty t-shirt and shorts. It was mainly dark in the house, but the kitchen was completely lit, guiding you down the stairs and towards Tammy who worked on a wine cork.

Her pajamas were silk and red, hanging off her frame in a way that showed a bit of skin depending how she moved. The shorts barely covered her butt and you felt like you were being tested. You would make sure to keep your eyes either on Tammy's face or at the wall behind her because you were not going to make things weird.

Tammy smiled when she saw you and you swore she looked you up and down, but you just kept your eyes forward.

"Don't you look cute," Tammy said, popping the cork out of the wine bottle.

You sat on the stool at the kitchen island and watched as Tammy poured two glasses and handed one to you. You took a sip and were taken back by how strong it was. You were going to have to be careful or you would be gone rather quickly.

Tammy took a big sip of hers and smiled, licking the red liquid off her lips. You felt yourself cry on the inside. You wanted nothing more to spend alone time with Tammy, but you really wished you had gone to bed.

"So, tell me about the tree branch," she said, taking a smaller sip this time.

You looked up at her, confused.

"Huh?"

Tammy laughed, pointing to your hair.

"You said this afternoon you would tell me how you got the twig stuck in your hair. You also mentioned something about promising you bathed?" she said, raising her eye brows up as she twirled her wine glass with a smile that spread across her face.

You laughed and felt some of the tension leave your body. This was just a normal conversation and your boss really was just trying to get to know you and make it a more comfortable situation for the both of you.

"See what happened was, I got an Uber into the neighborhood but asked the driver to drop me off at the gate so that way you wouldn't see me get out of this particular car because it looked like it drove straight out of 'Dude, Where's My Car' and I honestly didn't want you to associate me with weed and old pizza."

"First impressions are important," she said, extending her wine glass towards you.

"Exactly. So I started walking but because I have never been here before, I got lost. So I called Sarah and she told me the way to your house, but if I took that way I would be late. So she told me, if I cut through the backyard of the house I was in front of and walked through the trees, I would actually be at the back of your house, so I found the houses fence."

"You snuck onto their property?" Tammy asked, her eyes lighting up. She leaned onto the counter and her pajamas moved, revealing her bra. You kept your eyes on hers though.

"I don't think its considered sneaking if the old woman who lives there sends her yappy dog after you for disrupting her yoga session as she swears at you. I ran to the picnic table at the edge of the fence and threw myself over it as I tried to convince her I really was a nice girl before complimenting the home I had just trespassed into, and dropped into the woods and ran so fast I'm surprised I didn't die."

At this point, Tammy was doubled over, cackling.

"I'm gonna pee," she muttered, crossing her legs as she laughed. You laughed along with her, Tammy's giddiness being contagious. You looked at her as she met your eyes and just looked at you as you both came down from your laughter. You smiled as you took a sip of your wine. You were glad you hadn't gone to bed.

It felt like minutes, but you and Tammy stayed up for four hours talking about life, your interests, your childhood. Everything seemed fuzzy and warm because you were both on your fourth glass and you couldn't remember exactly when you both had moved to the couch, but that is where you both found yourself.

"So when I had Keri, I was utterly exhausted. My husband was home with me for the first four days after we brought her home, but he left on a two week work trip after that and I was alone with three kids, two of which were under two."

You shook your head. Her husband sucked. You didn't like him. You didn't know him, but you didn't like him.

"So when Keri was 9 days old, I had to take Derek to the doctor for an ear infection. Jeremy was five at the time so he was literally everywhere, Derek was screaming, and Keri was just sleeping in her car seat. We got Derek looked at, got the prescription and left. We were halfway to the pharmacy when I felt like I had forgot something."

You covered your mouth, stifling the drunk giggle starting to come from your mouth. Tammy hit you on your shoulder.

"I would like to remind you I was basically a single mother of three kids and sleep was not a thing. But I forgot Keri, in the doctors office. Just left without her! Right when I noticed, a nurse from the office called me and I was just crying on the phone all the way there. The nurses tried to console me but that was definitely one of my worst mom moment so far. She still doesn't know that happened. Not sure she ever will."

You both laughed that kind of deep laugh that if you weren't careful, would choke you. You laughed and bent over, accidentally falling over and right into Tammy's lap. It took you a moment to realize you had done it, but Tammy noticed immediately.

She stared at you, but not with a look of discomfort on her face, but something else. You immediately pushed yourself back into a sitting position, your flush ten times worse due to the wine it your system. Tammy smiled and looked away, sighing.

"You know Y/N, I'm so happy you get to be here, with us. Not just for the kids, but for me too."

You looked at her, unsure what to say. You watched as she scooted closer to you, frozen. She brushed the hair that had fallen in your face to behind your ear. Her hand lingered on your cheek and you felt her thumb run against the edge of your jaw. You were sure it was visible how hard you swallowed and how you chest rose and fell rapidly.

She smiled and her eyes flicked down. She looked you over and hummed before pulling back.

"We are going to feel like shit in the morning if we don't get to bed. Especially because Keri and Derrek like to wake up at the ass crack of dawn."

You smiled at that and it caused Tammy to chuckle. You helped one another up and walked up the stairs. Tammy stopped at her door, but didn't go in. You climbed the stairs to the third floor, but felt Tammy starring at you. You turned around to see her leaning against her doorframe, her face dreamy.

"Goodnight Y/N. I'm happy you're here."

With that Tammy winked, and pushed open her door, stepped into the dark room, and closed it slowly behind her. You seemed to float up the stairs and straight into your bed, the soft plush mattress welcoming you. You drifted off to sleep with that warm fuzzy feeling of wine tingling through out your body and Tammy's smiling floating around in your head.

#sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson fanfic #sarah paulson fic #tammy oceans 8 #oceans 8

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eusuntgratie · 3 years

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uh, I know it'll be a bit but 🥺🥺 if I could have 98 / hobrien for the smut prompts I will be forever grateful 🙏💘✨🥺

you deserve it today so i won't make you wait 😘 Tyler is exhausted. It's been a long and intense day shooting, and they're not even done yet. He should head to his trailer and crash, try to sleep a little before he has to be back on set, but he knows he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway. His mind is buzzing, everything was clicking, his scenes went well and he's excited for the next one. But this is why he loves to act. Days like this. When everything just works and he gets to bring a character to life. He's excited about his next scene with Dylan, mind swirling with ideas. Their earlier scene had gone great, they were both just in it and Dylan was fucking phenomenal and he's just vibrating with that restless energy. Doesn't want to lose it. So he barges straight into Dylan's trailer without knocking and finds... oh. Dylan's on the tiny couch, pants shoved to his knees, bottom lip caught in his teeth, sinfully long fingers wrapped around his dick. He lets out a small whimper before his eyes jerk up to meet Tyler's and his face flushes pink. Tyler slams the door shut and locks it without taking his eyes off of Dylan. Dylan, who's scrambling to find something to cover his dick and looking anywhere but in his direction. His whole face and neck are flushed hot and he struggles a bit before he sputters, "knock, Hoech, fuck." Tyler takes the two steps it takes to cross to him. Plants himself right in front of Dylan's feet and looms over him. Notes that while Dylan looks mortified, his dick doesn't seem to have gotten the memo to change course. "Were you touching yourself?" Dylan's face flames impossibly brighter. He stares at the floor just past Tyler's foot. "You must've run to get here, you left set right before I did. What were you thinking about? What's got you so hot?" Tyler reaches out a hand, resting it lightly on his knee, keeping in on top of the cloth of his pants, not touching skin. Yet. "Tell me." "You." It's so quiet he barely hears it. "Yeah?" he asks, sinking down to his knees and crowding his way in between Dylan's legs. Dylan meets his eyes finally, like he's scared to death to do it but he can't help it. He bites at his lip some more and nods his head before ducking it down again. "Don't hide from me. You look so good like this." Dylan sucks in a breath and looks back up at Tyler who holds his eyes for a second, makes sure, before leaning in to nip at the spot on his lip he's been chewing at. Dylan shudders under him. Tyler kisses him, just a brief press of lips, before he swipes his tongue across Dylan's full bottom lip. He's spent hours thinking about Dylan's lips, but he makes himself pull back after just a few seconds. They'll have time for that later. "Beautiful," he murmurs when he pulls back to look at him again. "Can I?" he asks, quiet, but that's all the warning he gives him. As soon as Dylan starts to nod his assent he bats his hands out of the way and ducks his head to swallow his cock. "Gah!" Dylan flails, hands shooting out everywhere until one lands on his shoulder and one tangles in his hair. Tyler sinks all the way down, slow, until he feels his dick bump the back of his throat. He holds it there for a second, swallowing and feeling Dylan shake under him. When he grips his hair tighter he moves back up, but only sucks his way up and down twice before Dylan starts making frantic noises and pulling at his hair. He swallows him all the way down and holds him there until Dylan comes with a gasp, almost jerking up off the couch as he comes before slumping back into it. He swallows and hums around his dick until Dylan bats at him. He looks up and raises an eyebrow at him. "di'tha really hapn?" he mumbles. Tyler chuckles. "It did." He flops next to him, pulling Dylan half into his lap so he can fit. "Hopefully it'll happen again?" he asks. "Mmmm," Dylan mumbles at him, snuggling into his neck with a sigh. "Maybe so." smut prompts | ask me all my tumblr smut prompts live here on ao3, if you’re interested 💜

#smut prompts #hobrien #grace writes #my fic

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nade2308 · 3 years

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First Lines of Last 20....

Guidelines: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all.) Choose your favorite opening line, tag some friends!

Tagged by @impossiblepluto. Thanks friend!

(And just as always, I deviate from the mold and I give you more than just the first lines and/or my favorite lines 😈)

1. You don't know you are beautiful

Jack was so pissed. He was thrumming with nervous energy and was itching for a fight. Especially with that good for nothing, piece of shit, pretentious and pompous guy they were sent to retrieve because he had valuable intel the Phoenix stumbled upon by chance.

2. Catch you when you fall

Scott was always ready to push himself further, just that one step towards the tipping point. He thought if he went harder, and longer, that it will yield better results, but it wasn't always the case. That frustrated him even more and then he was angry at himself for doing that to himself and his friends. And to his dad. His dad who bent himself forwards and backwards to make sure Scott had everything he needed and more.

3. Coming home to you

You know that feeling when you want something so bad, but you have to wait for it? Yeah, Mac was feeling like that now. He was this close to losing it after the op ended. He couldn't wait to get back to Jack. Well, get back to Jack and get laid in the process.

4. "There's still time to change the road you're on"

Jack was in Texas for the birthday of his nephew and it just happened that his nephew was best friends with the kid of one of Jack's old flames. Well, more like a summer relationship, but seventeen year old Jack thought she was it. They had a thing that was actually cute and sweet. He took her out on dates at the local pizza place, and she took him to community events.

5. 98.Separated

Alina Chernyshevsky was a Russian scientist working at a lab in LA, on a scholarship who was kidnapped by a rogue crime group almost a week ago. The Phoenix was tasked with recovering her and capturing any of the members of the group they could find. It turned out that the son of a banker, the daughter of a businessman and the brother and sister, the kids of one of the most powerful Romanian crime groups had one thing in common. They wanted to get out from under the shadow that their parents put them in. So they formed their own union, and thanks to the ties Andrei Bogdan, their leader, had from his father's world, they quickly made their way up in the underground dark world. Climbing up the ladders, they did the odd jobs here and there, hits on important people for hire, and it was based on their combined knowledge of the finances, the system and the law, that they stayed undetected and under the radar for so long. Until Alina discovered some sample or another in the lab that was brought for testing and she made herself a target and was kidnapped in broad daylight.

6. Dye Hard

It wasn't like it was something he was dying to try. He was just looking at pictures of people with wonderfully done hair. Which happened to also be dyed in all the colors of the rainbow and more. It was just research. For an experiment. He was sure he was going to be told off again for experimenting so he kept it just to himself.

7. Sweet child o' mine

Riley woke up to the persistent ringing of her phone. She was having a very nice dream, drinking mai-tai's, at the Hilton Hawaiian Village, and now she was brought back to reality by the shrill tone of her phone.

8. Mac and Jack + softness

They had experienced bad missions before. It wasn't that uncommon, since almost every mission they worked on turned bad real fast. But there were some missions that took bad to the next level.

9. Jack + migraine + birthday

Mac was shivering even with the blanket wrapped around him. They were on their exfil flight, and the heat was on for his sake, but Mac's worry wasn't for himself, but for Jack. Jack, who was squinting at the bright sky and had his head tilted in an awkward angle because apparently he was hurting. And Mac had a pretty good idea what was the cause.

10. 9.Helpless

The drive back to Mac's place was a blur. Jack focused on the road and tried not to think of what they were told or the treatment that might have reversed all of their hard work on making Mac's hands heal and be okay.

11. 72.Painless

When Mac first noticed the car that was tailing him, he was several blocks away from Jack's place. They were supposed to have a movie night with the team, Jack already texted him to tell Mac that Riley was there with him.

12. 26.Flinch

Mac jerked away from the hand that was shaking his shoulder and immediately backed up to the corner of the bed. Someone was talking in a low voice, but Mac was still a bit disoriented and couldn't place the voice. Or the words.

13. 12.Confusion & 26. flinch

When Mac woke up, he could tell that something was different. There wasn't a creepy stare to watch over him, nor the blinking dot on the camera in the corner.

14. 5.Bruised

Jack let his kid take his fill by looking him up and down. Jack knew that he looked a little bit worse for wear, but that was normal in their line of work. This time however, it was from something else. And judging by the way Mac was eyeing him, he didn't manage to hide it well.

15. 56. Begging

Mac wanted to scream. It was hurting him to just breathe, but the pain was unbearable. He didn't know if the lash that caught his side, or the one that split the skin above the small of his back, hurt more.

16. Jack Sr. + Wrist Cuff

It takes all his willpower not to go back to the room he just vacated. He promised Riley and Mac that he'll take a break. It was nonnegotiable. Mac went so far as to tell him to go and take a good sleep. That Mac wasn't going to vanish again. He promised.

17. Fire Pit + Nightmares

Mac didn't know what woke him up. He's sure it was something and not a sound he made up in his dream. Mac turned around in bed and for a moment he was a bit disoriented. He blinked a few times and then looked at the digital watch on his nightstand. It was a little after 2am.

18. "Whenever your world starts crashing down, that's when you'll find me"

"Hours later (Jack's not sure about the time, he left his watch at home) the party is dying down. He is watching the night lights twinkling in the distance, mixed with lights from building windows, and homes and offices. LA is alive as always, traffic present even in this late hour. Everyone knows that NYC is the city that never sleeps, but Jack wants to argue how LA doesn't fall far behind the Big Apple. Especially since Jack has watched this city in all the times of day and night and can attest to that."

19. Si te doy mi corazón, lo tratarás con ternura

1. Tickling

Mac was studying for an exam and Jack was bored. It was one of those days. Really, there was a lot to be done in the house, and Jack barely had a time for himself and Mac these days, but on a rare night where he had absolutely nothing of importance to do… and Jack was bored.

20. The Center of Their World

Mac was writhing in Jack's lap, and Jack moaned at the drag of Mac's cock against his hip as Jack had Mac's ass spread and a finger inside him already. He instinctively backed up against the headboard of their ridiculously big bed, and threw his head out because the contact between him and Mac was explosive in the least.

Tagging: @sabbystarlight @82tweeder @dixons-mama @improvidus @panchostokes @erinsworld @nativestarwrites @kerkerian @starryhc @thesammykinz @dont-stop-believin-in-klaine @demonicsoulmates @rai-knightshade @telltaleclerk and whoever sees this and wants to do it, consider yourself tagged.

#tumblr games #first lines tag game

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nightowlfandom · 4 years

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PROMPT LIST PART 4 2021 EDITION (NON- X RATED)

It...had been a long time coming I said this was coming....last year and it just didn’t happen. Until now!

Rules- One, If a character you are asking for is depicted as high school age, then please be aware they will be written in a style that has them being 18 or older and most likely will not be written in a NSFW sense. I enforce this rule because while I do like writing for people, SFW or NSFW it’s just...what I like to do. I have every right to deny your request, please keep that in mind. Two....there is no rule two.

Here’s how you request- Choose 2- 5 prompts (No more than 5, no less than 2) and those will used to make a one-shot or two-shot depending on how long it gets. You need to tell me who you want me to write about (and if it’s an AU, then state that as well.) Then give me a short summary of what you want it to be about. (Example- You want a Vampire AU about Levi Ackerman with 2,5, 18, 27, and 45. Boom!) If you want smut, PLEASE SPECIFY! I won’t write smut if you don’t ask. Same with if you want a certain type of au or fluff/ angst. Just let me know.

Side note- I write a lot of AU’s and am pretty much open to whatever. Yandere, Tsundere, Office AU, Mafia AU, Vampire AU, Royal AU, Ghost AU, Magical AU -BItch I do everything. HOWEVER I WILL NOT WRITE non-consent, Incest (including step siblings), Underaged readers and anything along those lines.

I write for fluff, smut, AND angst. More fluff and smut but yeah. I also ask if you could say ‘please’ when you request because MANNERS PEOPLE!

Do I do ships- YES! Not often but if you ask I’ll do it.

Link to my masterlist here!

I write for various K-pop groups, animes, Voltage games/Otome Visual Novels, and Final Fantasy/Misc. If you need clarification on if I write for a certain character just go ahead and ask

By the way if you see some repeats from my last prompt list, just hushity hush! I liked them okay? It’s our little secret alright? I will NOT take requests from past prompt lists.

... (Actual prompts below the cut) ⬇️

...

1- Have you ever just wanted to...run away from it all?

2- I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time...

3- People like that are just jealous of you, you know that right?

4- Stop looking down, you’re too pretty to be that shy.

5- I know you’ve never done anything with anyone before…so I’m gonna make sure your first time is special!

6- You asked me to take care of it...so I’ll take care of it.

7- If anyone even THINKS about touching you, I’ll kick their asses!

8-Oh baby, I treat you like a maid because that’s basically all you are.

9- I love this new angry side of you, it’s so hot.

10- I think I’ll keep you as a pet! You’re fun to mess with.

11- Why can’t you just admit you have feelings for me?!

12- I love you. I-I said it! I just-...I love you so much Y/N

13- I’m not shy! I’m just not used to girls like you being so close to me.

14- Cute? Did you call me cute?!?

15- Come on! We have so much to do today!

16- Do you want me to sing a song for you to help you get to sleep? Okay then...

17- Well you just kissed me and I don’t even know your name...wanna fix that?

18- Alright, alright! I’ll stop making fun of you okay? Just don’t leave.

19- Hmm, who you tryna’ look sexy for babygirl?

20- Don’t finish that sentence darling...it won’t end well for you.

21- Let’s cuddle and I’ll stroke your hair, okay?

22- I dare you to finish that sentence...

23- Is that my shirt?

24- We can’t be just friends...I’m too in love with you.

25- What. Did. They. Say to you? I won’t ask again.

26- S-so, I guess this means we’re together now?

27- I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day.

28- Shhh, be quiet. We can’t be too loud, babe.

29- When are you going to realize that I can treat you better than he could?!

30- Dance for me. I’ll sit right here and you put on a show, okay?

31- I know it seems like we’re moving too fast but I haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time...I think I’m in love with you

32- Do we have too!? I wore my comfy pants today!

33- If I cared enough to give that asshole the time of day I’d probably be in jail Y/N...

34- Do you think trying to make me jealous is a smart move sweetheart?

35- You’ve been avoiding me...why?

36- I got into a fight, not like I killed someone. Geez Y/N...

37- I didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked...so I got everything they had!

38- I bought takeout! It’s time for me to cheer you up, babe

39- I’d much rather hang out with you than those jerks, what do ya say?

40- *Trips and falls* Oh I’m sorry, I was just making sure I wasn’t dreaming. *flirty smile*

41- I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had! i promise.

42- How dare you say things about me that are 100% true! I am offended!

43- You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?

44- You know that feeling when it seems like you two are the only people in a room?...That’s how I feel right now.

45- It’s you and me, not us and them. Fuck what they think.

46- You never told me you were in a band!!

47- You’re too cheeky for you own good, kid.

48- Stay a little longer?

49- Say you’re mine! Say it, say it, say it! *Insert giggle here*

50- I think you’ve lost your mind, but okay!

51- Damn, you look good in that dress.

52- Hi, I’m your next best mistake, what’s your name?

53- It breaks my heart to see you so sad.

54- You can lay on my chest if it makes you feel better.

55- Damnit Y/N! I’m trying to confess my feelings to you!

56- I had a dream about you.

57- I know you’re shy around my friends, but they love you!

58- I hate when we fight...let’s just calm down for a second.

59- I didn’t know you liked playing Cat and Mouse.

60- I may or may not have peeked in your diary...

61- Normal? Baby we’re the farthest from it.

62- Avoiding me won’t fix your undying love for me, many have tried but all have failed.

63- Just admit you’re in love with me Y/N...maybe we can have some fun later.

64- Of all the days to be stuck with someone, it’s you...ugh

65- Please never give up for me...or us.

66- Look at me when I fuck you...(I have a feeling this is gonna be a favorite)

67- Aww! Let me play a tune for you on the world’s smallest violin!! (I love spongebob lol)

68- You never told me you could sing!!

69- Bend over this counter. I need to fill you up.

70- Babe...Lets just calm down. You’re making that face you make when you’re about to-

71- Let’s prepare a Hot Pot today! That always makes us feel better, right? (Hot Pot on a cold rainy day...YESSSS)

72- Me? You...want to be my girlfriend. You sure? Because I am a huge handful.

73- I want you to have my children...I want to be with you forever.

74- Come here girl, let me show you how much I love you.

75- I’ll give you a second chance to fix what you just said babygirl.

76- Everytime I leave you alone, you always make a mess.

78- What’s that thing you do with your neck when you’re mad? Yeah that neck roll thing! Teach me how to do that!

79- Let’s just relax and sleep in all day.

80- You sounded very serious on the phone. What’s up?

81- Yes, I am very awkward and yes I’m probably making this ten times worse than it already is....but

82- You’re gonna make beg for forgiveness aren’t you.

83- How are we gonna fix this? Because breaking up isn’t an option Y/N.

84- I didn’t think you’d ever love me back...I’m so happy.

85- I wanna meet your parents!

86- Looks like someone could use a visit from the tickle monster!

87- I’d rather die than admit I have feelings for you! You’re disgusting and....perfect in every way,

88- Y/N, Y/N GET IN HERE! WE’RE ON TV!!!

89- Be mine?...I’m gonna keep asking until you say yes!

90- Okay stop it already! People are gonna think I’m bullying you if you keep sobbing like that.

91- I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong!

92- You’re acting like a four year old right now!

93- Calm down, I’m just giving you a massage.

94- It’s been awhile since...all that happened.

95- Sending memes at three in the morning is NOT productive!

96- Okay...before you get mad, just know I did it because I love you!

97- How many times can I make you blush today, I’m curious to know.

98- Sometimes it’s nice to just stargaze. It calms me down a lot.

99- I suppose this is a good time to mention that I can’t cook!

100- So...about that picture you sent me today....

101- Hm...why don’t you sit on my lap and tell me what you want.

102- I don’t have anything to hide. I’m an open book.

103- Ah! Don’t look at me! I’m not decent! No! Aaah!

104- I mean you could...come to my place! We could have a little date y��know.

105- Snail, Mouse, Pet, Underling, pick a name, Babes.

106- Y/N, I think we’re drunk. And as responsible adults, we should take our clothes off so we don’t suffocate!

107- Okay babe! Tell me all about your day....Your coworker did what?!!

108- I know you’re not asleep, Y/N.

109 - Are you crying because of me? Hm...I didn’t realize I have that effect on you.

110- That’s daddy to you, sweetheart.

ALRIGHT! THOSE ARE THE PROMPTS. GO CRAZY!

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winchester-fantasies · 4 years

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Backtrack - Summer of ‘98: Chapter 4

Backtrack Masterlist

Series Summary: What if you were the one Dean came to instead of Lisa? Rewrite of “Swan Song” and some of S6.

Word Count: 3520

Warnings: fluff, light sexual tension, some swearing

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

A/N: Chapter 4′s Song: Montreal Rock Band Somewhere by Happyness.

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

You groaned as a loud and incessant ringing broke through your sleep. You rolled over and covered your head with your blanket, hoping someone would answer the phone and stop the intrusive noise. But after another three rings you’d had enough.

“Leah!” you shouted, your voice ringing throughout the room.

“Shut up,” Andrea groaned in annoyance, rolling over and turning her back to you.

The phone continued to ring so you threw off the covers and jumped out of bed with a huff. You stomped downstairs, your heavy footsteps reverberating through the the stairs. “Leah!” you clipped again, only to be met with silence. “Mom? Dad?”

You grumbled at having to get up so early in the morning to answer the damn phone as you marched into the kitchen and over to the landline, ripping the receiver from its cradle. “What?” you barked.

“(Y/N)?” Dean’s voice came through the phone.

Your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed at the realization of what you must have sounded like. “Dean?” you asked.

“Uh, hi,” he said almost timidly. “Is...is this a bad time?”

“Oh, uh, no,” you huffed out. “Um, I...I just…” you trailed off, unable to think of a plausible answer. “What do you want?”

“Maybe I should call back later…” Dean said, his voice uncertain.

“No!” you snapped, your words coming out harsher than you’d intended. You closed your eyes and berated yourself before taking a deep breath and plastering on a grin, even though he obviously couldn’t see you. “No,” you repeated, this time softer and adding a light chuckle for good measure. “Tell me what you called about.”

Dean was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. “I just…. Well, I saw there was a band playing at Smitty’s tomorrow night, and I was wondering…. You wanna go?”

You stomach flipped at the thought of seeing him again, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from giggling. “Uh, yeah. Sure,” you said nonchalantly.

“Okay, awesome,” Dean said, his tone significantly lighter. “It starts at 7:00, but I thought we could grab some tacos from that food truck you were telling me about first. So...5 o’clock a good time to pick you up?”

“Yeah, sounds great!” you said.

“Okay, awesome!” Dean said again. An awkward silence fell between you both as you sought to figure out what else to say. Finally Dean broke the silence, clearing his throat. “Okay, well…. See you tomorrow night.”

“Yep!” you said, holding the receiver to your ear until you’d heard the click of him hanging up on his end.

You stood at the kitchen counter even after you’d put the phone back on the wall. Your stomach was doing somersaults at the thought of getting to see him so soon, and the fact that it was going to be your second date just added nerves to your already nervous state.

You couldn’t help but squeal as you finally rushed out of the kitchen and sprinted up the stairs to your bedroom. You burst through the door, jumping on the bed and essentially tackling Andrea.

“(Y/N)!” she shrieked, scurrying out from under the covers, her puffy eyes wide with alarm. “What the hell?”

“Dean asked me out again!” you exclaimed, getting to your feet and jumping up and down on your bed, the springs of your mattress creaking under your weight.

Andrea rubbed her eyes and yawned before she looked up at you. “Look I’m happy for you and all, and I really wanna hear every juicy detail, but not until I’m awake and have coffee coursing through my veins.”

You giggled as you dropped to the mattress, your chest heaving and cheeks flushed from excitement and exertion. “Let’s go downstairs then! I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

Andrea sighed, but she was smiling as she got out of bed and threw her hair up into a ponytail. “Okay, fine.”

You grinned as you jumped out of bed and grabbed her hand, practically dragging her down the stairs to the kitchen. “Mom made coffee cake this morning,” you said, gesturing to the cake still sitting out on the stovetop.

“Cool,” Andrea said, voice still coated with sleep. You tried not to laugh as Andrea went to the coffee pot, feet dragging before taking the biggest mug in the cabinet and pouring herself a cup of the dark liquid. Your best friend was not a morning person by any means and although you felt bad for waking her the way you had, your excitement and need to tell her was too great.

You took two plates from the cabinet next to the sink, cutting and scooping out two large chunks of the cinnamony goodness. You carried them over to the high top where Andrea was already seated, sipping her coffee. You sat one of the plates in front of her before going to pour yourself a mug before joining your friend.

You ate in silence for a bit until Andrea seemed a little more awake. When she glanced at you, you took that as your cue. With bubbling excitement you relayed everything that happened. By the time you were done talking, your cheeks were rosy.

Andrea’s blue eyes were sparkling as she grinned. “That’s so exciting, (Y/N)!” she exclaimed, pulling you into a quick hug. “Any idea what band it is?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “Guess I’ll just have to find out.”

After breakfast, you and Andrea decided to walk downtown and browse some of the shops. You had heard some of the girls around town ooing and aahing over the new clothing boutique that had just opened up and you wanted to check it out.

Two hours later, you and Andrea were strolling down Main Street, arm in arm. You felt Andrea tense as she spied the guy she’d had her eyes set on and even dated for a few months during senior year. Tim was planning on going to Texas State, and even though Andrea had initially thought about trying to get in, too, she finally decided to stay at home and work on her associates degree at the local community college. They had split on good terms, but you knew that didn’t make seeing him any easier for her.

“Let’s go in here,” you said, tugging her inside one of the thrift stores that lined the street. She was reluctant, gazing behind her at Tim before you gently prodded her to follow after you.

You both browsed for awhile before heading out again. “You hungry?” you asked as you stepped out into the sidewalk once more.

“I know I am,” a deep voice answered. You spun around to find Dean, standing not three feet away.

Your stomach flipped and smiled shyly. “Oh, hey, Dean,” you said quietly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Dean tore his eyes away from you long enough to look at Andrea beside you. “Don’t believe we’ve met,” Dean said.

“Oh, sorry,” you chuckled sheepishly. “This is my best friend, Andrea. And Andrea...this is Dean.”

“Hey, good to meet you,” Dean said with a wide grin, reaching out and shaking her hand.

She smiled in return before turning to you. “Hey, uh, listen. I just remembered I had an errand my mom wanted me to run. I hate to leave, but….” She bit her lip and you almost laughed at the over-exaggerated and innocent look she sent your way. You gave her a silent look letting her know you knew exactly what she was doing before you nodded your head.

“No, it’s okay!” you reassured. “I’ll meet up with you later.”

Andrea agreed before saying goodbye to both you and Dean and walking back towards her house. You turned back to Dean, butterflies filling your stomach when you found him watching you.

“So you still hungry?” he asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“I’m starving!” you said with a laugh.

Dean grinned. “Pizza okay?”

“Heck yeah! I love pizza!” you said a little more enthusiastically than you probably should have.

“Awesome,” Dean commented with a wide grin. He jerked his head for you to follow him, surprising you when he reached out and laced his fingers with yours.

A few minutes later you arrived at the pizza parlor down the street. Dean held the door open for you before following you and the waitress to a table by the window.

“So what’re you in the mood for?” Dean asked, scanning the menu. “Cheese, pepperoni, meat lover’s?”

“Actually my go-to is their green olive and banana pepper pizza,” you said with a half-smile.

“What?” Dean asked, his eyes widening. “That sounds disgusting.”

“It’s not!” you laughed. “You order what you want, but when my pizza comes, I’ll prove you wrong.”

Dean sent you a skeptical look just as the waitress came back to take your orders. Once she had given your orders to the cook and brought your drinks, you leaned back in the booth and admired the way the sun filtered through the window, making Dean’s eyes almost look like two jade orbs.

You cleared your throat when you felt your stomach clench in desire. “So,” you said. “Any more...assignments?” you asked, picking up your Pepsi and taking a sip.

“Uh, yeah, a few,” Dean said vaguely, picking up his own drink.

“Oh, that’s good. I guess?” you said with a chuckle.

Dean smiled. “Yeah….”

You could tell Dean was feeling a little uncomfortable with where the conversation was headed, so you decided to change the subject. “So have you or Sam made any friends yet?”

Dean’s shoulders physically relaxed and he grinned. “A few. Especially Sammy. Me...well, I have you.”

You blushed at his words, but found yourself smiling. “I’m glad you have me,” you said. “You know, you can always come hang out at my house if you’re bored. And if you ever wanna tag along with me to see my friends you can, too. We usually hang out at the library once or twice a week.”

“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind,” Dean said with a soft smirk. “What do you usually do at the library?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Discuss books we’re currently reading, share poetry we’ve written...talk about boys,” you added with a playfully coy smile.

Dean laughed. “Boys, huh? Anyone I should be worried about?” he asked with a cock of his eyebrow.

It was your turn to laugh. But the next second you sobered as you shook your head. And before you could censor yourself, you spoke. “No, your competition left a long time ago,” you said quietly, sweeping your eyes around the parlor and hoping Dean would go on and change the subject. You should’ve known you’d have no such luck.

Dean frowned, studying you for a moment before responding. “Wh...what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked cautiously.

“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head and staring at your hands folded on the tabletop.

“(Y/N),” Dean said gently, causing you to meet his gaze. “You know you can tell me anything.”

You sighed as you questioned if you really wanted to tell him or not. Finally, your shoulders slumped and you shook your head again. “I...I had this boyfriend - Caleb. We met in middle school and dated from sophomore to just the beginning of senior year. I...well, I fell in love with him,” you said, fighting back the tears that still rose up when you thought about it. “But he...he didn’t, I guess. I caught him in a...compromising position under the bleachers with the most popular girl in school - one of the cheerleaders. We broke up after that.”

Dean’s eyes were serious as he listened intently as you finished up your story. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he said softly. He reached across the table, taking your hand in his and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “It was his loss. He was a dumbass that couldn’t see what was in front of him. He didn’t deserve you…. But that just means I get the treasure he threw away.”

A tear slipped down your cheek as you stared into his sincere and tender gaze. You’d never had someone look at you or talk to you the way Dean was. And you couldn’t help but wonder what it all meant.

**********

The rest of the day flew by and before you knew it Friday evening rolled around. You fixed your oversized t-shirt, tucking the front into your mom jeans before throwing your hair up into a ponytail and adding a scrunchy to your wrist. You pulled on a pair of your Converse and then you were ready to go.

It was a quarter to 5:00; Dean would be there any minute. You hurried downstairs, finding Leah lounging on the couch, bubble gum popping in her mouth. “Hey, sis,” she greeted lazily, looking up at you, her eyes sweeping over your outfit. “Where’re you going?” she asked.

“To a concert,” you said, picking up your change purse from the coffee table.

“Alone?” she asked incredulously.

“No…” you said. “With Dean.”

Leah’s expression grew hard at the mention of you and Dean going out, but nevertheless she sent you a tight-lipped smile. “Have fun,” she said, sounding less than happy for you.

“Oh, we will,” you said, sending her your best shit eating grin.

Just then the doorbell rang and you hurried to the door, flinging it open to find Dean standing on the other side. His eyes lit up when he saw you and he grinned widely as he stepped inside. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said, surprising you once again by wrapping his arm around your waist and placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Hey, Deano,” Leah purred, smirking and twirling a piece of her hair around her finger and popping another bubble.

“Oh, hey,” Dean said, his eyes subconsciously falling to where the tops of her breasts peeked out from the neckline of her shirt.

Your heart sank at his reaction and you found yourself placing your hand on his shoulder possessively. Dean tore his gaze away from Leah, glancing down at you, his eyes softening and his arm around your waist tightening a bit. “Well, see ya,” Dean said to Leah with a thin-lipped smile. “Ready, sweetheart?” he asked you.

You nodded before letting him lead you out the door. You glanced behind you, seeing Leah’s gaze sweep over him, eyes stopping at his backside and biting her lip. Nausea twisted your stomach and you couldn’t help but wonder if your days as the girl who had caught Dean’s eye were numbered.

**********

“So who’s playing?” you asked as you settled back into Baby’s front seat. You and Dean had just gotten done eating at the food truck. Dean had loved the place, claiming it had the best tacos he’d ever eaten. You had just chuckled, your heart filling with contentment as you watched him devour his food with fervor.

“I’m not sure actually,” Dean said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Some garage band I think.”

“Oh, okay,” you said with a slight nod. You turned to look out the window, the events from earlier still weighing heavily on your mind.

You jumped when you felt Dean’s hand touch yours, linking your fingers together and holding your hand in his lap. “Hey, you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, taking his eyes off the road long enough to look over at you.

You sent him a thin-lipped smile and nodded. “Yeah,” you said vaguely.

“Did...did I do or say something wrong?” Dean asked sincerely.

Your heart seized up at his concern and you squeezed his hand as you shook your head. “No, no you didn’t. I promise,” you said. “It’s just me.”

Dean’s face was serious as he studied you carefully as if trying to solve the mysteries of the universe. “Okay,” he finally said, although he sounded less than convinced. “It’s really nice being able to do this - going out on dates and everything. And I’m really glad I get to do it with you…. You know that, right?”

You smiled, bringing his hand to your lips and pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. “I know. And I’m really happy I get to do it with you, too.”

You and Dean pulled up in front of the small venue, Dean coming around and opening your door. You smiled your thanks before alighting. He closed the door behind you before taking your hand and led you up to the door.

The place was already bustling with activity and the band was starting to set up. Dean led you over to a table situated in a secluded corner, pulling out your seat for you before settling down beside you.

“I’ve never been here before,” you commented, looking around at the neon lights, old 70’s records lining the walls, and jukebox sitting on the other side of the building.

“Really?” Dean asked, surprised.

“Nope, never,” you said with a shake of your head.

“I thought you grew up here,” Dean said.

“I did,” you said with a soft chuckle. “But that doesn’t mean I’ve been to every single place. My parents never liked this place much anyway. Always said it was ‘shady’.”

“Fair enough,” Dean said good-naturedly, glancing around.

After awhile, Dean ordered both of you a couple of sodas and some appetizers. You had just started to dig into the nachos when the band began playing. It wasn’t exactly what you had expected from a garage band, and you found yourself actually enjoying the music.

Dean scooted in closer to you, his arm coming to rest on the back of your chair. His action surprised you, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it, and you found yourself leaning into him a little more, the inside of his shoulder pressing into yours.

“You enjoying it?” Dean asked, his warm breath fanning across your ear and sending shivers running down your spine.

You nodded, turning to look at him, startled to find his face mere inches from your own. You looked at one another carefully before his gaze broke away from yours, his eyes searching your face before darting to your lips.

Your heartbeat picked up as the tension grew thicker, the sounds of the music fading into the background. Dean leaned forward, his eyes flashing back and forth between yours and your lips. He parted his full lips slightly, his breath rushing across your mouth. You closed your eyes, waiting for the press of his lips against your own.

Hand clapping suddenly echoed throughout the building and you and Dean both jerked away. The band had just finished their final song, but you had both been so wrapped up in one another neither of you had kept track.

Your face was hot, Dean’s own cheeks flushed as you sat back. Dean removed his arm from around your chair and cleared his throat awkwardly. After a few minutes, you and Dean got up, settling the bill and making your way back to the Impala.

The ride back to your house was silent, the obvious sexual tension from earlier still permeating the air. You dared a glance over at Dean, his eyes focused on the road, one hand gripped tightly around the steering wheel, the other clasped in his lap.

You swallowed and looked out the window, but the next second you gasped as Dean suddenly veered to the right onto a side road, the pavement soon transitioning into dirt.

“Where are we going?” you asked nervously, looking back to Dean. He met your gaze for a moment before looking back to the road, not answering your question.

You settled back into your seat, a mixture of curiosity and nerves filling your stomach. A few moments later Dean pulled off the road before stopping at the edge of a field.

“What are we doing here?” you asked, looking around at the thick grass blanketed in darkness.

“You’ll see,” Dean smirked, sending you a wink before climbing out and opening your door. He took your hand before leading you to the front of the vehicle, leaning back against Baby’s hood.

You looked up at the star-speckled sky, the tiny balls of light twinkling like a million diamonds. “It’s beautiful,” you breathed.

“Yeah. It is,” Dean murmured beside you. You turned your head, finding him staring at you. Your stomach flipped and your breath hitched as he moved closer, his arm coming around you securely.

He raised his hand to your face, cupping your cheek in his rough and calloused palm. “I’m not very good with words,” he whispered. “But I’d like to show you...how I feel. If you’ll let me.”

You paused, your eyes darting between his. You nodded slightly, licking your lips nervously. Something shifted in his eyes then, a look you couldn’t quite place radiating from their mossy depths. His arm tightened around your waist and your heart skipped a beat as he slowly leaned towards you.

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a/n: send in a number with a member and i will write it :) feel free to send in more than one number! i can also do these at a text au! love you all <3 (there’s 265 prompts so a lot to choose from)

masterlist

Angst:

1: “ Not you again.. ”

2: “ Leave me alone. ”

3: “ Why do you hate me? ”

4: “ I thought you loved me. ”

5: “ I don’t need you anymore. ”

6: “ I can’t believe you! ”

7: “ We can't keep this up forever. ”

8: “ Don’t leave me… ”

9 “ I never meant to hurt you. ”

10: “ Are you upset with me? ”

11: “ I wish I’d never met you. ”

12: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”

13: “ Thanks for nothing. ”

14: “ Don't call this number again. “

15: “ You need to leave. ”

16: “ I’m sick. ”

17: “ There was never an us. ”

18: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ”

19: “ I came to say goodbye. ”

20: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ”

Love:

21: “ I’m so in love with you. ”

22: “ Isn’t this amazing? ”

23: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ”

24: “ Will you marry me? ”

25: “ I need a hug. ”

26: “ You’re special to me. ”

27: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ”

28: “ Do you trust me? ”

29: “ Can I kiss you right now? ”

30: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”

31: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ”

32: “ Can we cuddle? ”

33: “ It’s lonely here without you. ”

34: “ I can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

35: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ”

36: “ Are you flirting with me? ”

37: “ Is that my shirt? ”

38: “ You own my heart. ”

39: “ I want to protect you. ”

40: “ What's the matter? ”

41: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ”

42: “ Stop being so cute. ”

43: “ You’re making me blush! ”

44: “ You’re teasing me again… ”

45: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

46: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”

47: “ Of course I remembered! ”

48: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ”

49: “ Are you jealous? ”

50: “ Hold me and never let me go. ”

51: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”

52: “Let's run away together. ”

General:

53: “ Catch me if you can! ”

54: “ I’m fine. ”

55: “ Are you drunk? ”

56: “ We can't go in there… ”

57: “ Give it back! ”

58: “ Well this is just great. ”

59: “ Don’t touch me. ”

60: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ”

61: “ This was fun— Let's do it again sometime!”

62: “ I didn’t do it! ”

63: “ I did it… ”

64: “ I don’t remember that! ”

65: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

66: “ Get that thing away from me! ”

67: “ You owe me. ”

68: “ Why are you naked? ”

69: “ You did what?! ”

70: “ You have… Superpowers? ”

71: “ Why are you bleeding? ”

72: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ”

73: “ That wasn’t funny. ”

74: “ This tastes horrible. ”

75: “ This is delicious! ”

76: “ Are you mad at me? ”

77: “ Stop ignoring me… ”

78: “ I love that show too! ”

79: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?”

80: “Let's blow this joint. ”

81: “ Let me help you with that. ”

82: “ Take that back! ”

83: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ”

84: “ No way, that’s so lame. ”

85: “ What are you listening to? ”

86: “ I brought you your coffee. ”

87: “ Run! ”

88: “Let's run away together. ”

89: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”

90: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ”

91: “ Was I really that drunk? ”

92: “Give me back my phone! ”

93: “ Are you cold? ”

94: “ This place gives me the creeps. ”

95: “ I swear my house is haunted. ”

96: “ Did you hear that? ”

97: “ It’s just your imagination. ”

98: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ”

99: “ Go back to bed. ”

100: “ Are you okay? ”

101: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ”

102: “ Since when have we ever been friends? “

103: “ What on earth are you wearing? ”

104: “ I can’t feel my legs! ”

105: “ Put me down! ”

106: “ There’s only one bed… ”

107: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”

108: “ I read your diary. ”

109: “ This is awkward. ”

110: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”

111: “That’s starting to get annoying.”

112: “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

113: “I’m too sober for this.”

114: “I’m not here to make friends.”

115: “I need a place to stay.”

116: “Well, that’s tragic.” Jun

117: “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

118: “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

119: “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

120: “Dear Diary…”

121: “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

122: “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

123: “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

124: “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

125: “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

126: “What’s the matter, sweetie?”

127: “You’re Satan.”

128: “I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”

129: “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

130: “Did you just hiss at me?”

131: “Do you really need all that candy?”

132: “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

133: “I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”

134: “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

135: “No. Regrets.”

136: “I haven’t slept in ages.”

137: “I locked the keys in the car.”

138: “Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”

139: “Take your medicine.”

140 “They’re monsters.”

141: “Welcome to fatherhood.”

142: “Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”

143: “It’s your turn to make dinner.”

144: “The kids, they ambushed me.”

145: “Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!”

146: “Stop being so cute.”

147: “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

148: “You need to see a doctor.”

149: “It was a joke, baby. I swear.”

150: “I didn’t think you could get any less romantic.”

151: “Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”

152: “This is girl talk, so leave.”

153: “You’re a nerd.”

154: “I’m late.”

155: “Just get home as soon as possible, okay?”

156: “You smell like a wet dog.”

157: “I could punch you right now.”

158: “Are you going to talk to me?”

159: “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

160: “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

161: “Here, take my blanket.”

162: “I don’t want you to stop.”

163: “How could I ever forget about you?”

164: “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

165: “Run for it!”

166: “We need to talk.”

167: “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

168: “I’m not wearing a dress.”

169: “I’m not wearing a tie.”

170: “Don’t argue. Just do it.”

171: “I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”

172: “Hold still.”

173: “I just ironed these pants.”

174: “Enough with the sass!”

175: “Show me what’s behind your back.”

176: “I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”

177: “Stay awake.”

178: “STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”

179: “You’re not interested, are you?”

180: “I’m not buying Ikea furniture again.”

181: “Tell me you need me.”

182: “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

183: “I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”

184: “I had a bad dream again.”

185: “It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

186: “What did I say about doing reckless things without me? It’s less fun, isn’t it?”

187: “Okay, that is exactly what we are not going to do.”

188: “Can you chill for one minute? I want to get ice cream.”

189: “You want me to kill them? I’m free Tuesday.”

190: “If we weren’t in a small diner, I would have killed you by now.”

191: “Oh sorry, I just don’t care.”

192: “Ever just laugh because your life is a joke?”

193: “Was that your attempt to kill me? Cute.”

194: “You act like I’m doing this to be a jerk, but I swear I’m not. I want you to be safe more than anything.”

195: “Are you mocking me?”

196: “Oh sorry, did I forget to tell you?”

197: “You look like you need a band-aid.”

198: “Can you calm down for one second? I’m trying to save us.”

199: “I kinda wanna go get ice cream, but I also kinda wanna throw an ax.”

200: “You talk a lot of trash for someone with such a breakable neck.”

NSFW: 201: “ Bite me. ”

202: “ Fuck me. ”

203: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?”

204: “ Okay.. This is new. ”

205: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

206: “ You’re in trouble now. ”

207: “ What a pretty sight. ”

208: “ Bend over. ”

209: “ On your knees. ”

210: “ The food looks great but... There’s something much more delicious i’d like

to eat right now. ”

211: “ Lay back. ”

212: “ Take off your clothes. ”

213: “ Well, fine; just this once. ”

214: “ I’m waiting. ”

215: “ You’re so beautiful. ”

216: “ As you wish. ”

217: “ First one to make a noise loses.”

218: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ”

219: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ”

220: “ I've wanted this for so long. ”

221: “ Car sex looks so much easier in the movies. ”

222: “ Can I touch you? ”

223: “ Open up. ”

224: “ No strings attached. ”

225: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”

226: “ Mine. ”

227: “ The nights still young. ”

228: “ We can't do that here! ”

229: “ Behave. ”

230:“ What did you just say? ”

231: “ Good girl. ”

232: “ Come here. ”

Soulmate AUs:

233: You get a craving for whatever your soulmate is eating at the time.

234: You have the first words your soulmate says to you somewhere on your

body (and vice versa).

235: You have your soulmate’s name somewhere on your body.

236: Everyone is able to see each other’s aura. You and your soulmate have the same-colored aura, and you will stop seeing auras completely after you meet them.

237: You can communicate telepathically with your soulmate.

238: Your internal voice is the voice of your soulmate’s, rather than your own.

239: You can feel what your soulmate is feeling (and vice versa).

240: Anything you draw/write on your own skin appears on your soulmate’s.

241: You have tattoo(s) of the things your soulmate loves.

242: You have a compass on your body that leads you to where your soulmate is.

243: If you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair color changes as well.

244: You have the date that you’ll meet your soulmate tattooed somewhere on your body.

245: You have a tattoo that changes color depending on what your soulmate is feeling.

246: You share a dream with your soulmate when you’re both asleep.

247: Everyone has a journal that allows them to write back and forth with their soulmate.

248: The outline of your shadow is your soulmate.

249: You have a tattoo of how old your soulmate will be when you meet.

250: You have a tattoo of your soulmate’s initials.

251: Every so often you will get flashes of what your soulmate is seeing at the time, however, your soulmate does not know when it happens.

252: You will receive the same injuries as your soulmate (unless deadly).

253: You can taste what your soulmate is eating at the time.

254: You get flowered tattoos wherever your soulmate receives a scar.

255: Once a year, starting on your 16th birthday, soulmates swap bodies for a day if they have not met yet.

256: Your chest will glow when you get close to your soulmate.

257: You and your soulmate share the same talents. What one learns, the other can also do.

258: If your soulmate is listening to music, you can hear it too, and it gets louder the closer you are to them.

259: The closer you are to your soulmate, the more color you can see. The farther away, the fewer colors.

260: Your heart beats your soulmate’s name in morse code.

261: The name of your soulmate appears on your skin after you meet them.

262: You are deaf until you meet your soulmate, whose voice is the first thing you hear.

263: You can only see color when you and your soulmate are touching.

264: You are born with the fingerprints of your soulmate somewhere on your body.

265: Your soulmate’s current thoughts about you will show up on your skin for a short while.

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caddy-whump-us · 4 years

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Finally got Etienne fitted with that leg brace. I guess that makes bad things better. Maybe. Hey, @voidwhump! Get slurpin'!

This is more angst and character stuff than "typical" whump, but I do love me some angst. Also, there’s a trip in the near future for all the lads, so that’s exciting too. Stay tuned.

For reference, I was looking at these two leg braces. (Having done some research, I'm now like 98% sure there's a fetish related to Victorian/vintage leg braces, which I didn't know about before. I don't want to yuck someone else's yum, I'd just like to thank them for sharing photographs for the sake of my whump writing. )

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There was a fire in the grate, but less for the warmth than to stave off the damp. It had been raining all day and now, with the household awake with nightfall, a storm was sweeping in.

They were in the library--not the grand library, but the small library, the study. It was darker here, warmer in an almost human way. The grand library was for show (so of course that would be where Viktor would display Etienne along with other parts of his collection) but the small library was for true work. Viktor was at his desk and writing diligently. Etienne he had set in an armchair before the fire with his ruined leg resting on a footstool. Etienne slouched and dangled his hands over the arms of the chair. Viktor paid no mind.

There was a knock at the door and even Etienne turned to see who would trouble this quiet room on a night like this.

"Come."

The candles flickered and swayed when Lucien opened the door. His shirtcollar was undone again. For all that he would dutifully wear his master's livery day after day, he never quite wore it as it was intended: this undone, that unlaced, the sleeves rolled. Perhaps they all rebelled in their own ways.

Except that, if he was to be believed, Lucien came willingly into this house.

His eyes were shining like moonstones again in the candlelight. "The doctor is here, my lord." And he held the door open to let the crow-masked doctor into the room before creeping away again.

Viktor set down his pen and laced his fingers together. The fire glittered in his eyes.

"To come on such a night," he said. "I hadn't expected it to turn worse. I kept waiting to hear you wouldn't be coming. How is the storm?"

"Settling in for a stay, by the looks of it," the doctor replied. "You seem more bothered by it than me. Does it keep you trapped inside?" A bird-like cock of the head.

Viktor said nothing for a moment, holding the crow-mask in a cold look, then turned to look toward where Etienne was slumped and sullen in the armchair. "Some of us feel more trapped than others, I think, even when the truth is otherwise."

"Oh, now now, my lord. He can still be called a convalescent for the moment. He's not yet malingering." A pause. "Yet."

Viktor said nothing, only took up his pen again, but he did not yet turn back to his work.

"Now then," the doctor said.

"Use the table there, if you like," Viktor said, pointing to one not so far from where Etienne sat.

Etienne, for his part, was looking into the fire.

The doctor came to him and patted at his arm. "Come now." And he turned to Viktor. "He does look miserable. But we'll have him on his feet soon."

Etienne snorted and turned away.

"But we will, dear boy. The cobbler, the brass-worker, the tanner--they've all been hard at work for you."

"Along with the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick-maker, I suppose."

The doctor pulled back. "There's no call to be rude, no matter how bad you might feel."

Etienne scoffed again. "Every time you visit, I feel worse."

The doctor grabbed him by the shoulder and Etienne turned to be nose to nose with the crow mask.

"Don't forget that I fed you from the poppies. I have heard the screams of those who have not been afforded such a mercy, and you were nearly one of those. Now get up for me."

Etienne did, shaken but still sullen. His crutch was leaned against the side of the chair and he stumbled up to stand as well as he could, and less well today than on drier days.

The doctor had set a black case, nearly a trunk, on the table. The hat, the coat, the mask all but blocked Etienne's view of what was in the trunk as the doctor opened it. Something gleamed. The doctor laid something out on the table. Viktor rose to inspect it and even Etienne tried to glimpse it from over the doctor's shoulder.

"Your thoughts, my lord?"

"I think we ought to ask Etienne."

The doctor turned to him with one hand outstretched and Etienne hobbled to the table.

Laid out on the table was a brace for his bad leg: a heavy shoe at the bottom, sitting in a kind of brass stirrup, jointed for his knee, and secured with brass and leather belts. Etienne stared at it as Viktor and the doctor spoke around him.

"A rather complicated contraption, I admit, but the best that could be done, all things considered."

"Will he still need the crutch?"

"I should think not, so long as he's wearing the brace. He may want for a cane, though. For balance."

"He won't have one. He'd do better to learn how to walk again."

The doctor made an obsequious bow.

"Put it on him. Let's see if it improves on the crutch."

The doctor bowed again then pointed at Etienne's foot. "Take that off. You won't need that one anymore. You have a new shoe to wear."

Etienne hobbled back to the armchair to take off his shoe and the doctor came to him bearing the contraption in both hands. It put Etienne in mind of scaffolding, brass scaffolding. He let fall the shoe.

The doctor opened the cage of the contraption, tossing straps and buckles out of the way. Etienne threaded his foot down towards the shoe; the doctor met him halfway and jammed the contraption onto him. Etienne gasped and pinched his eyes shut.

"Hush, now. It isn't so bad as that," the doctor said as they began closing up the brass plates around his ankle. He took out a brass pin, adjusted the length, set it again, sat back, adjusted again.

Etienne was fighting for balance in the midst of these adjustments. He staggered, and the doctor caught him by his good leg.

"If I could just--" and he reached toward where he had leaned his crutch against the chair.

"No more of that," Viktor said. He picked it up and carried it to his desk, laying it flat across the top. "No more need for that."

The doctor went on until he was content with the length of the brass that ran down inside and outside of Etienne's leg. He buckled the brass into place at his ankle then moved up to buckle the first leather cuff--but not only leather, as Etienne could already feel the brass or steel or boning in it. The doctor jerked it tight and it pressed just at a sore point in Etienne's shin. He cried out a little but the doctor hushed him.

"You'd best get used to it."

Etienne leaned hard on his good leg and bit at his lip while the doctor tightened the buckles.

"Now the knee," the doctor said, "It always a bit of a trick. How can one let it bend in the most natural way while still providing the necessary restriction?"

Etienne felt that last word, restriction, rattle in his chest.

"This, my lord, is why I sought out the help of a saddle-maker. Or, well, bridle-maker more specifically. This joint, here, has more in common with a horse's bit than one might assume."

Viktor stood by, watching, saying nothing.

"And here, if you will notice, we align the knee--" and Etienne whined again "--with what might be thought of as a saddle on the knee and the girth behind it."

And the doctor buckled the whole into place, tightened it, but then turned another brass piece up from the back of the leg, from the cuff he'd finished buckling already.

"Obviously, though, there needs to be a bit more support. Therefore--are you following all of this, dear boy? You'll need to if you're to dress yourself. Therefore, we attach this curved brace to the sides of the knee so as to prevent the knee from bending backwards."

"I've not had that problem," Etienne said.

The doctor stopped and turned their beaked mask up to him. "Then perhaps you would like to continue without me."

Etienne looked aside and was quiet.

"No? Very well then." And he hooked the half-hoop around the back of Etienne's knee, a kind of stint to hold his knee in place.

"Now, as per your suggestions, my lord, I have decided to continue this brace up nearly to the hip so as to provide as much structure for this leg as is possible, especially as he begins to walk again. In this instance, as you can likely see, I employed a corset-maker."

The doctor was whipping the lacing out of the last cuff on the brace, high on Etienne's leg, before wrapping the leather around and lacing it up again. They tugged and pulled, shifted the lacing, tightened it down, and tied it off.

The doctor sat back on their heels and considered not Etienne but only his leg.

"Well, it's on. But I'll need to make a few adjustments." And he took out a small kit of tools from the trunk on the table.

Etienne had turned his face up towards the dark ceiling. His knee was pulled too straight and the parts of his shin and leg that ached worst when he tried to sleep or when, like tonight, it rained were aching but with a sharpness he'd not felt since his leg was newly broken.

"It's quite an elaborate construction," Viktor said.

The doctor was punching a new hole in one of the straps to tighten it further. Etienne gasped again when he closed the buckle again.

"He did quite a lot of damage to his leg, my lord," the doctor replied.

Etienne cast a cold, hard look at Viktor. But Viktor's face was still placid, curious at the brace and the procedure of fitting it.

The doctor sat back of their heels again.

"Better," they said. "But even with that much brass--there are plates and rods in the leather you see, my lord--the leather may be inclined to stretch. Permit me to return in a week to make any more adjustments?"

"Of course."

The doctor bowed their head and began to collect their tools.

"Well, sweet boy?" Viktor said. "Perhaps you'd like to take a turn about the room."

Etienne looked toward the chair in front of the fire, only a few steps away. The doctor was leaning against the table and watching. Viktor, too, was watching with one finger idly at his mouth.

So Etienne took a step, first with his good leg then, hesitantly and stiffly, with his braced leg. His foot in the shoe of the brace tipped into place flatly, inelegantly, slapping on the floor. If it was better than the crutch it was not much better.

His knee still felt strained and the cuff on his shin made him ache worse now that he was standing on his braced leg. Wincing, he tried to bend his knee back into place, tried to turn his foot to ease the ache.

"The brass is there to realign your leg, you know," the doctor called. "Let it do what it is intended to do." And as they turned back to the trunk: "A lesson a great many of us could learn."

Etienne was reaching for the chair with his braced leg straining. He lifted his good leg and moved it, balancing for a moment only on his braced leg. He took a step. Then another--an easier one; he had long been balancing on his good leg with the crutch. Two steps more, good and bad, and he reached the wing of the armchair and clutched at it.

He stood there, leaning there, lifting his braced leg to test the knee, the ankle, to see how well he could walk if he could just practice long enough. Perhaps he could walk up and down the long dining room. Perhaps along the garden paths. With enough practice perhaps he would even be able, despite this leather and brass contraption, to run again.

"The knee swings too easily," the doctor said and came at the brace with a tool like a knife. He tightened up the joint and Etienne groaned through his teeth again.

Suddenly Viktor was there behind him, squeezing at his neck and shoulders with his long, cold hands. "Do you see? You cannot escape. Even after you've healed, you cannot escape. Even with everything you might need to walk again, you will not be able to run from me."

#whump #medical #captivity #injuries #aftermath #viktor #etienne #vampires

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ejzah · 4 years

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#98 for the fluffy writing prompts please

“And there’s that smile that looks just like daddy’s,” Kensi cooed to two month old Jacob. She turned to Deeks with a smile of her own and leaned over to brush some hair off his cheek. “It looks like he’s getting your curls too.”

“But they could still be brunette,” Deeks reminded her, which was what he wanted. Jacob gave a sleepy yawn and then turned back to his mom, making a slurping noise as he latched again.

Deeks settled back with Jacob’s twin, Matthew, cradled in his arms. Matthew has finished nursing about 10 minutes ago and was dozing contentedly.

“I think we should have another,” Kensi said after a few minutes of peaceful silence.

“For sure.” Deeks was half asleep himself. They’d talked about having three or four kids; it was a little insane to think they were already halfway there.

“No, I mean right away,” Kensi said. Deeks opened his eyes slowly and found Kensi watching him expectantly. She didn’t look like she was joking at all.

“Baby, what do you mean by “right away”? he asked. “Cause like there’s two years from now right away and like right away, right away.”

“I mean, maybe in the next couple months.” Deeks let out a slow breath and chuckled nervously.

“Kensi, I love you and I love our babies and I would love to make more babies with you-or at last practice making babies-but we have two month old twins.”

“And by the time we had the next one, the twins will be at least 13 months old. You know we’re not getting any younger and it would be nice to have them all around the same age,” Kensi said, somehow managing to sound perfectly reasonable despite the completely insane words coming out of her mouth.

“We barely sleep as it is,” Deeks pointed out. “Besides, I’m not even sure I have the energy required to conceive another kid.”

“Really? You seemed pretty energetic last night,” Kensi drawled, glancing pointedly at the front of his jeans. Deeks squirmed and Matthew jerked in response, his eyes opening for a split second. He froze until the baby stopped moving again.

“Yeah, but I’m paying for it now.”

“Hm.” Kensi eyed him, her expression turning mischievous. “I bet I could get you energized.” Deeks lifted Matthew a little higher on his chest, effectively shielding himself.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Let’s make another baby,” Kensi said in a voice that was equally arousing as it was terrifying. Deeks strained away from her, holding Matthew even closer. Despite his overall exhaustion, he felt the first hints of desire. Damn, he was so screwed.

“No more babies,” he said sternly. Kensi nodded agreeably.

“Ok, we’ll talk about it some other time.” Still smiling, she stood up and headed for the nursery. Deeks propped Matthew on his shoulder, shaking his head.

“Mattie, your mama is crazy. But we love her anyway.”

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Thanks for the prompt!

Edit: For some reason my brain decided that the gestation period for humans is 12 months. It just occurred to me that my math was off, not surprising really. So I’ve fixed that.

#ncis la #ncis la fanfiction #densi #densi babies #fluffy prompts #ejzah fanfiction

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diazevans · 4 years

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what a man gotta do? (to be your last good night and your first good day)

He is gonna woo Eddie. He is gonna woo him so fucking hard that the other man has no other choice but to be his boyfriend and declare his eternal love for him. Buck is gonna be that good.

Buck is the best boyfriend and he doesn't even know it. And Ale can’t resist a new Jonas Brother’s song.

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Listen, Buck is on a mission.

Why? Because he is not Buck 1.0 anymore and yes, the mind-blowing sex he and Eddie had been having the last few weeks is way more than he ever expected to have, but he wants more. And honestly, at first he thought that they were going to progress from that to the whole thing, like light kisses and hand holding and dates, but it’s taking too long. Patience is not his strong suit, never was, so it’s time to take the matter into his own hands.

He is gonna woo Eddie. He is gonna woo him so fucking hard that the other man has no other choice but to be his boyfriend and declare his eternal love for him. Buck is gonna be that good.

Thing is, he is not really worried that this could play against him, mostly because he is pretty sure Eddie wants something more too. Or well, he hopes he is not just imagining the soft look in those brown eyes or the smile that is reserved for just him and Christopher. He doesn’t have that good of an imagination when it comes to romantic settings anyway, so he is almost sure. There may also be some questioning to Maddie about it involved too, not that absolutely anyone else is going to know.

So yeah, he is 98% sure he just needs to find a way to impress him so hard that he finally sees the off the charts boyfriend potential Buck has.

No air balloon, clearly; probably not the pier either, even when imagining Eddie under the soft moonlight with the sea on the background definitely does things to him. Not dinner at home either, because maybe he would get confused and think this is just him cooking dinner like any other day and that is just not special enough.

The idea of bringing Christopher along with them to wherever he ends up deciding is too tempting, mostly because he has a million places he wants to take the kid, but maybe that could be like a second date. He has the feeling it has to be just the two of them for this one, in case something is not clear enough and Buck has to explain his feelings to Eddie, or in the better scenario, that they end up having a very good after date.

His mind has wandered to the sex so many times while he is planning this that he is this close to just blurting it out and then kissing his partner senseless. He’d probably blurt out that he is in love with him in the middle of taking his pants off. Special enough.

After some indecision on his part, he decides to go classic, mostly because Abuela told him the way to get a man’s heart was with food. Seems pretty legit, if you asked him. With that, the older woman had helped him with his basic Spanish so he was comfortable enough to order for both of them in that fancy place they went one time when she turned 75. It’s expensive, but pretty, and the Diaz family always say that it reminds them home.

Home is exactly the feeling that Buck wants to get across.

He asks Cap about what night he and Eddie can have free and honestly, plan wise? It’s all going as expected. Even Eddie doesn’t question when Buck asks him if he wants to tag along to some thing he has to do.

Buck should had known it was too easy.

It’s just his luck that the day is full of bad call after bad call. By the time their shift is over, absolutely every part of his body hurts and everyone is silent in the station. He can’t help but stare at Eddie, who is silently changing his clothes, empty look in his eyes. He had it particularly hard that day and after another second, there is no force in the world that could have prevented Buck from going there and pressing a hand on his back, attracting his attention. His heart does funny things when the other man relaxes at the touch and it’s like some of his focus comes back to reality.

“Come on, I’ll cook,” Buck’s voice is soft and there is a tiny smile on his lips, because yeah, there is no way they are doing the fancy date now. The disappointment is so big that it almost makes him want to go back to his own place and sleep the rest of the week away, but his worry about Eddie is greater and well, that’s new. Still, it feels completely natural to put the other’s need above his, especially with this sort of thing.

Eddie looks at him, confused for a moment. “Didn’t you have to do something before going home?”

He really wants to cry a little bit, but Buck just shakes his head. “Nah, man. We can go other day, no problem.”

It’s a testament of how tired Eddie is that he lets it drop and Buck takes the chance to start moving them both towards his car. They say their goodbyes and he is about to let him go to go to the driver seat, when Eddie gets closer, hiding his face in the crock of Buck’s neck. “Thank you.” He sounds so relieved, boneless against his body, that the only thing the blonde can do is press a quick kiss in his head.

“I got you.”

The drive home is silent, but comfortable, each in their own little world, but Buck has Eddie’s hand tightly in his own. He knows how it feels to have a bad day in their line of work and hell, he wants to be here for Eddie in the same way he has being a million of times when Buck was the one too inside his own head. They are partners and yeah, Buck loves his more than anything and wished he could do something to prevent him to ever get hurt again, but he knows that sometimes, the only thing you need is a presence beside you.

Eddie must be thinking the same, because he looks from the window to Buck and gives him that soft, brown eyed look that sends his heart into overdrive. Really, it lights up his entire body, so hard that he has to grip the wheel a little bit tighter. Just a little bit, because Eddie is coming back to himself and he has to be cool.

Since his mind is clearly not connected to his mouth in absolutely any way, it’s not a surprise that he speaks without realizing it.

“I was gonna take you out today, you know? Like, to that fancy place we went on Abuela’s birthday.” And now that his mouth is opened, well, he needs to keep talking or he will have to actually realize he is throwing his whole plan out of the window. Well, at least it’s better than the ‘saying I love you while pants are off’ one. “Wanted to prove I can be a good boyfriend and all, cause you know, this shirt over here? Totally made of boyfriend material.”

Oh my god.

Can he like, jump from a moving car without looking too desperate to escape? It feels highly unlikely. That line was so bad,that all his chances are probably gone with the wind and he knows he is supposed to turn and face Eddie at some point but like, does he has to? He is gonna miss the sex, like a lot.

Then, Edmundo Diaz, the jerk he is, laughs so loud that Buck has to slow down a bit to look at him with all the offense his face can muster. How can he feel amused when he is here having a breakdown? Listen, Buck is gonna show him what is really amusing the second he gets out of this damn car…

“Buck, you are not boyfriend material.” And ouch, that hurts, especially with the cheery tone that Eddie says it. At least he is feeling better, right? Before Buck can say something about how yeah, he knows, Eddie is back to talking. “You are husband material, buddy.”

Is Buck the only one who thinks it’s a little bit confusing that he uses the buddy after saying something like that? Those are mixed signals for sure.

“I don’t think I can even be a functional adult without you, or a competent father for that matter.” Buck steals a peak to the side, where Eddie is back to the sweet look and well, now it makes sense in a whole new way. “You are everything material, Buck. Especially now that I know you know how to ask for pasta in Spanish.”

Thank God they are home because Buck has to stop the car to open his eyes as much as he can. “You knew?!”

Eddie lifts an eyebrow, like he is saying something very dumb. “Do you think I wouldn’t notice that you were planning something? I just had to ask the right people.” He sounds proud of himself and Buck has this insane need to kiss that stupid smirk out of his face. So he does, because apparently, Eddie thinks he is worth marrying so he is for sure worth kissing. Right? Sounds like a solid logic.

Like basically always, a quick kiss ends up with them pressed against each other ten minutes later and they really have to get out of the car because they have the night for themselves, but then Buck remembers the whole point of this all, so he moves a little away, still with glassy eyes. Fuck, Eddie looks so good after being kissed. It should be illegal.

“So, umm, boyfriends?” His smile threatens to break his face in half but that’s okay, because Eddie has one that matches too.

“Yeah. Until we are something else.” And Buck wants to ask what it means, but Eddie is moving forward again and really, as soon as they are kissing, he forgets about everything else that is not getting to the funny business as soon as possible.

And for the record, the fact that he does tells Eddie he loves him for the first time while is taking his pants off, ends up being very romantic.

At least that what his boyfriend says. He will take it.

#buddie #911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz

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eldritchsurveys · 4 years

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904.

The last time you were in the fridge, what were you looking for? >> A beverage.

Do you like clowns? >> No.

Have you answered all of these questions honestly so far? >> There have only been two thus far, and I can't imagine lying on a survey question anyway.

What's the third text in your inbox? >> ---

Are you listening to anything at the moment? >> No.

Do you twitch when your falling asleep? >> Yeah, sometimes. Or I have that sudden falling feeling and jerk awake.

Are your dishes in the dishwasher clean or dirty? >> The dishwasher is either still running or finished running, so, either clean or about to be clean.

Are you at home or with friends more often? >> 98% of the time, I’m at home.

When is the last time you were on a bicycle? >> A year ago? At least? I don’t know. I tried to ride for a while but I’m too out of shape to enjoy it and it was discouraging. And by now, I’m worried it needs maintenance from having sat in the garage through a full cycle of seasons and I’m afraid to ride it.

What have you eaten today? >> A veggie burger and chips, a sandwich, and taco mac with Nuggs.

Would you date someone 15 years older than you? >> ---

Do you own a strapless bra? >> No.

Does the person you like know it? >> ---

Do you care if people hate you for no reason? >> I care in some circumstances, but not all.

Did anything brighten up your day today? >> I’m not sure. My day was pretty okay, though. To my pleasant surprise.

How are you feeling at this exact moment? >> Chill. A bit tired.

Are you someone who worries too often? >> I get anxious about things, but I’m not sure “worries too much” is applicable.

If you could date somebody who would it be? >> ---

Do you ever wonder how other people see you? >> Well, yeah.

What is one good thing you're known for? >> ---

How about one bad thing? >> ---

Are you taller than most? >> Most children, yeah. LOL

When was the last time you sang an ENTIRE song? >> Hmm... oh, I sang along to a Journey song while I was in the shower.

Are you the type of person who likes to be out or home? >> I like to be home.

What time do you normally go to bed? >> Between 10p and 12a.

What is one thing that is currently bothering you? >> My neck is still kind of sore, probably from sleeping wrong the other night or something. It’s getting better, but I also keep accidentally twinging it.

What did you do today? >> Read some of the book I’m on, watched a few episodes of Avenue 5, played some Torchlight 2, browsed tumblr, browsed Reddit. Not in that order.

Do you consider yourself to be attractive? >> No.

What was the last thing that you drank? >> A shandy.

Is anything annoying you now? >> No.

Has anyone ever said i love you to you and not meant it? >> How would I know, unless they told me (and in my experience people generally do not tell)?

Do you regret going out with the last person you did? >> Eh. Not really. Like, it sucks and I hate that the trauma from those interactions is still haunting me and affecting my current relationships, but it is what it is.

Do you realize it when you curse? >> I mean, more or less.

When was the last time you showered? >> This morning.

Who did you last talk to in person? >> Sparrow.

Do you ever have days where you just don't do anything? >> No. Even when I’m deeply depressed I will move my hands to put on Netflix (and then click “yes” when it periodically asks if I’m still watching), lol. That’s something.

Have you ever been extremely tired but refused to go to sleep? >> Yeah.

What is your favorite episode of True Life, if you have one at all? >> ---

Have you ever experienced something paranormal? >> Maybe.

What's the longest amount of time you've been stuck in traffic? >> ---

Best field trip experience? >> ---

Have you ever been to New York City? >> I used to live there.

If so, is it all its cracked up to be? >> What’s it cracked up to be, exactly? People say a lot of things about NYC, not all of it positive. It also depends on, you know... your socioeconomic standing. Wealthy folks’ NYC is a completely different place from poor folks’ or homeless folks’ NYC, despite being on the same patch of land...

What is the most amount of money you've spent on a meal before? >> I have no idea.

What museums have you visited, if any? >> In NYC: MOMA, Museum of Natural History; in Philadelphia: Franklin Institute; in Chicago: Museum of Science & Industry, Adler Planetarium (it’s also an astronomy museum); in Michigan: Grand Rapids Art Museum, Grand Rapids Public Museum. Those are just the ones I remember, mind you. Might have been to a couple of others and just forgotten about them.

Have you ever had a group project and one of your partners bailed on you? >> Maybe when I was in school, idk.

What's your worst traveling experience? >> Probably every time I had to take a Greyhound from Colorado to NYC (or vice versa).

Sims 1, 2, or 3? Why? >> I’ve never played the first one. I like the vast amount of custom content resources for 2, the innovation of 3, and the continued innovation of 4. Otherwise, they’re mostly the same to me except the graphics just get smoother over the years.

Have you ever dealt with noisy neighbors or roommates? How did that go? >> Yes. Poorly, obviously, for me anyway.

Who was (or is) the teacher that gave you the hardest time in school? >> ---

Best muffin you've ever had? >> I don’t like muffins.

Have you ever taken a woodshop class? >> Once.

If so, was it required? >> No, it was an elective.

How much time do you spend on Facebook, if you have one? >> Hardly any. I just check it every few days or whatever, for messages mostly.

What area of math are you best at? Worst? >> I don’t know.

How do you feel when you meet someone with the same music taste as you? >> I don’t care if people like the same music as I do, as long as they’re not rude about genres they don’t care for. I like talking about music with people, but it always ends up being this “this genre is better than that genre” or “this era is better than that era” circle jerk and that’s so fucking boring.

What is the strangest thing you've ever seen outside of your house? >> *shrug*

Do you believe in luck? Why or why not? >> It can be a useful concept.

How often do you "half-ass" things (put little effort in)? >> Whenever I don’t have the energy to whole-ass something, but I don’t want to just not do anything at all.

Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? >> No. I feel annoyed when I have to eat around other people, because then I have to hear other people eating.

Has a teacher ever made you hate yourself/your work? >> Probably.

How reliable is your internet connection? >> It’s quite reliable.

Have you ever missed a meeting/event that was required/necessary? >> Yeah.

What's something that makes you incredibly nervous? >> I can’t think of anything off the top of my head.

What's the latest you've ever stayed up to finish homework/a project? >> ---

If you don't have glasses, how would you feel if you had to get them? >> It wouldn’t bother me too much. Unless my vision started failing really badly, because, you know... I like seeing.

If you do have glasses, how would you feel if you didn't need them anymore? >> ---

How many vegetarians do you know? >> I’m not sure.

Have you ever considered going to art school? >> No.

Is there anyone in your life who consistently angers you? >> No.

How quickly can you write an essay? >> I don’t know.

Have you ever had problems falling asleep in class? >> In high school, i was put on multiple psychotropic/anti-depressant drugs, none of which I actually needed, so they all had pretty adverse effects on me. Including making me fall asleep in class almost constantly.

Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert? >> I usually was.

If you have a job, who is your least favorite coworker/manager? >> ---

Favorite episode of Spongebob? >> I don’t like that show.

Do you have any silly/odd emotional connections to anything/anyone? >> I don’t want to call any of my emotional connections silly or odd. Especially since I have a hard enough time making them in the first place -- I want to encourage and support those connections, not disparage them. :/

Are your parents supportive of you? >> I took this survey almost a decade ago, and my answer then was that he was supportive even if he didn’t always approve. I was really on some bullshit then, I guess... because that’s just not true. He only supported what he thought was appropriate for me to be involved in, and when I invariably wanted to do or be other things, he was dismissive and almost derisive. Being supported in my being and endeavours is not a common theme in my life and it starts with that motherfucker.

How often do you take the train to go places? >> I don’t take it much anymore; the last time I took it was to go to Chicago and back, as an experiment (Sparrow wanted to see if it was truly better than driving there and back). When I lived in the City, of course, I took a subway all the time. Really miss that.

Do you play with your phone in awkward situations? >> I guess I would, if I found myself in a situation I thought was awkward. I usually don’t.

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