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#and its no big deal anyways bc i found out that this over the counter inhaler makes me stop coughing when i have an episode :)
theygender · 2 years
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Anybody else ever realize that you've had symptoms of some health issue your entire life and just never considered that it... Might be a sign of that health issue? Like wow good thing I don't have [Symptoms Syndrome] that must suck. Now time to go back to my completely unrelated [symptoms of syndrome]
#i just fucking realized that i have acid reflux#after an entire fucking lifetime of... having acid reflux#i dont get it often enough for it to be gerd or anything but like#i had HEARD of acid reflux before and i knew what it was#and every time i heard of it i was like wow that sounds like it really sucks good thing thats never happened to me#now if youll excuse me i need to go back to having the exact same symptoms of that thing but in a totally normal and unrelated way#same thing when i realized that ive had asthma symptoms pretty much my whole life#like wow a breathing disorder that makes it hard to breathe and you get episodes that make it harder to breathe and you need an inhaler?#that sounds rough#good thing i only have difficulty breathing and sometimes i cough so hard i cant breathe#and its no big deal anyways bc i found out that this over the counter inhaler makes me stop coughing when i have an episode :)#like...........#how#i think its just that these are things that i always thought of as happening to Other People#like how could i have asthma when im not a kid in a movie whos fine for years until one day i have an asthma attack—whatever that means—#and my parent figure has to rush over to give me my inhaler that they held onto all this time in a dramatic display to show that they care#how could i have acid reflux when its described as being way worse than normal and the things i experience are normal—right?#what other things am i missing just bc i never connected the dots lmao....#rambling
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reidgraygubler · 3 years
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out of the ordinary (chip taylor/reader)
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Title: Out Of The Ordinary
Request: no
Couple: Chip Taylor/Fem!Reader
Category: smut/angst
Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (penetrative sex, fingering, oral (fem), sex while someone is injured, breeding kink, groping, praise kink, multiple orgasms, hair pulling), swearing, blood and other bodily fluids, graphic descriptions of violence(!!!!), mentions of sexual acts, 68 Kill Spoilers, mentions of a dead partner, mentions of drugs (unknown), guns and gun violence, talks about kids (in the very far future),
Word Count: 9,562
Summary: Reader works at a hotel where she sees a lot of things out of the ordinary… Including a man running across the parking lot wearing nothing but a small towel around his waist. If only she knew her day was about to get weirder
A/N: day three of what might have been the biggest mistake of my life. But i had fun! Idk how april does it bc i was struggling. Anyways, here is some chip smut. I didn’t edit this too super well, so please pardon any of the editing errors/grammatical issues. The next ones will/are beta’d and edited… thank you so much for sticking with me on this! Tomorrow is something i had a lot of fun writing!  Here is the masterlist for 7days 7fics! And here’s my main masterlist! Thank you all for the love and support! 
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I wish that even though I lived in a small town, in the middle of butt-fucking nowhere, I would see normal things. You know? Things that happen in small towns in the middle fucking nowhere. But, because it’s in the middle of nowhere, and the highway goes right through the middle of our town, we get a lot of… interesting guests. Which makes my job a little entertaining, sometimes. 
Sitting behind a window at a tiny, run-down hotel early morning to mid-afternoon was what I did for a living. 90% of the time I spent my time just sitting there, reading a book/magazine, messing around on my phone, or working on an assignment for my class. That other 10% is checking people in or out of their rooms. 
My day was so close to coming to an end. 11:30… I just needed to be here for one more hour, and then I can go home and go to bed. And, surprisingly, nothing weird had happened. It was a successful day, praise the fucking Lord or whoever is watching down. 
Until, I jinxed myself…I thought I had hit the one allotted out of the ordinary thing for the day. That was until, as I was finishing up this essay, and I heard something from out in the parking lot. When I looked away from my laptop to investigate. And what I saw was not what I was expecting, at all.
A tall man was running across the parking lot, coming right towards the check-in/out window. Now, you might be wondering why this was out of the ordinary. Well, you see, he was running across the parking lot wearing nothing but a face washcloth around his waist. Let’s just say it left little to nothing to the imagination. 
“H-hey! Hi,” he spoke, coming right up to the counter. I was more than happy that there was a counter and window between the two of us. I’m happy he was attractive, in all sense of the words. He was very attractive.  “Do… Do you have a phone… That I could borrow?” he asked, looking at me with actual worry and terror in his eyes and face. I stared at him with a raised brow.
“What happened to the one in your room?” I moved away from my laptop and leaned on the counter beside it. He looked over his shoulder at the room he stayed in. I cocked my head to my shoulder and stared at him. “What room number are you?”
“Uh, that… That doesn’t really matter? Um, I’m running late,” he cringed as he looked back at me. I blinked slowly before looking down at the clipboard with the most recent check-ins. 
“Sure,” I looked right at the last name and noted the time he checked in, “Mister Delacroix?” I slowly looked back at him.
“Chip,”
“Well, listen, Chop,” I paused my words as I walked over to the door to let him in. I was just happy he didn’t correct me when I called him the wrong name. I could have corrected myself, but I was just annoyed that I’d probably have to take care of the mess in his room.
“The owner’s son texted me, telling me that the people in your room had a rager last night… So, if I have to go clean that room and see cum and piss all over the room, and a coke tray on the counters, I’m charging you double,” I looked up at him as he entered the office. He was a lot taller standing in front of me. I don’t know why I thought he was shorter. Maybe its because he was standing on lower ground and I was inside.
  “I… Rager?” He stared at me with a confused crease in his brow. I stared at him before slowly nodding. “Do… Do you know who came over? Do you know who it was?”
“I… Uh, I’ll have to ask the owner’s son. But, by the sounds of it, it was a little rough. I’m surprised you’re still up and walking without a limp,” I chuckled. I slowly looked up and down his body, taking in how he looked. He was slightly muscular, and though he had abs, his tummy was slightly pudgy. Which I could get with. I could appreciate a bit of a tummy on a guy like him. 
“Listen,” he started, his words showing more urgency than before. I looked up, away from his body and at his face. It was probably his urgency that got my attention because I definitely almost went a little lower than the towel. “I need to know-Do you have any clothes? This is slightly distracting,” he looked at me. I wasn’t too sure if he was talking distracting for me, or for him. But I do agree, it was very distracting.
“Uhm,” I furrowed my eyebrows as I pulled my stare off him and went to look for the lost and found box, “There’s not much in here, but I’m sure there’s something,” I glanced at him as I placed the box on the counter. 
“Right, thanks,” Chip looked at me before going to dig around in the box, “Do you know who came to my room last night?” 
“I think… Hold on,” I muttered before rushing to the counter, shuffling some papers to find a random sticky note with some sloppy hand writing, “Christ, I forget he doesn’t speak english,” I shook my head as I stared at the writing. “Some goth chick and her boyfriend, or whatever. Uh, yeah, he told me about it this morning before he left. Like, 6 other people I think,” I swallowed roughly and shook my head, “It sounds like they roughed the place up?”
“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” he looked away from the box for a brief moment. I watched as he pulled out a white and red t-shirt (that was left behind by a group of younger women) and a pair of sweat-shorts. “Great, now I gotta go back to that fucking gas station. Fucking fuck,” he muttered to himself as he dropped the towel to the ground. I widened my eyes and couldn’t help but stare at his ass.
“Gas station?” I asked, keeping my eyes on his body as he turned to face me. That was when I got a view of the full frontal package. I swallowed roughly.
“Are… Are you going to turn around?” he looked at me with nervousness in his eyes as he held the pants and shirt close to his body, lower towards his crotchal region. I smirked, raising an eyebrow and cocking my head to the side.
“Nope,” I looked up at him with a smile. When I noticed that he wasn’t going to move to get dressed, I dropped my shoulders before turning around.
“Which gas station are you talking about?” I asked, looking at the ground. I wasn’t entirely sure why I asked which gas station it was he was talking about. There was just one gas station in the whole town, and I knew he was in a bit of trouble.
  From behind me, I could hear Chip muttering strings of profanities to himself. Part of me wondered if he needed help with anything, or if I was just a disposable person in his day. Probably the latter. 
“The one down the street,” his voice was low. I wondered what he was thinking about and what his urgency was all about. “You can turn around. Can I use the phone,” he asked as I turned to face him. I looked at him and held back a laugh. Which, in turn, earned a glare from him. 
“Yeah, yeah, you have to dial 1 before the number you’re calling,” I went to move the phone closer to him, nearly pushing/pulling everything off the counter. 
“Thanks,” he looked over at me before picking up the phone and dialing his number. I watched as he turned away from me. He wasn’t on the phone for very long, and it didn’t sound like it was a good call. 
“I… I gotta go. Can I use your car?” Chip asked as he looked out at the only car in the lot. I followed his gaze at my shitty 2001 Saturn. I furrowed my eyebrows before looking back at him.  
“I can just give you a ride, you know… And, it’d probably be better if you had a partner with you. That phone call didn’t sound good… At all. And, no one will take you seriously dressed like that,” I nodded at his attire. He looked down at what he was wearing before looking back at me. “Back up just in case? No one will notice I’m gone,” I let out a dry laugh. 
“It’ll be dangerous,” he looked at me with worry in his eyes. I shrugged before looking at the ground.
“I could use a little danger in my life,” I laughed before looking back at him, “I’ve been sitting in this stupid office, doing this stupid job since I was 16. The hundreds of people I’ve seen is crazy. This job is boring, I need something risky.” I explained when I noticed he needed more information.
“You could die,” he pointed out. I shrugged like it was no big deal.
“I could die just sitting here. Let me help you,” I stare at him with wide eyes. He looked at the ground and sighed. I could tell he wanted to fight with me, to get me to stay. But I could also tell he really needed help, and really needed to get out of this stupid town and state. 
“Fine, you can come. But, you can’t ask any questions,” he pointed at me. I smiled before closing my laptop and grabbing for my car keys.
“Fine, let’s go,” I looked at him before pushing past him and leaving the office.  
Chip was close behind me, still muttering to himself. From what I did hear, I heard the number 68,000 and then the word dollars. 68,000 dollars??? And he’s in a shit town like this?! What the fuck? What the fuck am I getting myself into? Fuck, this is a mistake… Fuck. 
The ride to the gas station was quiet. Chip must have been thinking of what he was going to say or do when he got there. Let’s just hope it wasn’t Monica there. Bitch is crazy.
“Stay here, I have a feeling what I need isn’t here,” he muttered as he got out of the car. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. 
“W-w-wait, you don’t want me to go with?” I asked as I slipped out of the car too, “Listen, I know the family that owns this gas station. They’re crazy. They’re nuts.”
“I got it. Just… just wait here,” he looked over at me one last time before going in. I stared at the door that he disappeared into before slamming the door shut. I leaned against the side of my car, patiently waiting for Chip to come back out. 
I don’t even know how long he was in there for. But, it was a very long time. Worry took over as I began to overthink things. That dumb bitch probably killed him. 
My worry melted away once he stepped outside with nothing but shame on his face. I raised an eyebrow, watching as he walked closer to me and my car. 
“You look like you saw a ghost or something,” I chuckled as I pushed myself off my car and back around to the drivers’ side of the car.
“No, no it was much worse than a ghost,” he muttered before getting in the car himself. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked towards the doors of the gas station. 
“Whatever,” I shook my head before slipping into the car, “Where to now? Monica’s trailer?” I raised an eyebrow as I glanced over at Chip. I watched as he pulled something out of his mouth and wrinkled his nose. 
“Yeah, yeah,” he looked over at me before looking around my car. 
“Do you have a plan? Or… Or a gun?” I asked as we got closer to the trailer park. He looked at me with a little terror in his eye. No plan or gun? Seriously? Good thing there’s a gun in my glove box. “You can’t go to these guys with just luck, Chip. That’ll get you killed,” I glanced at him as I reached over for the glove box, pulling it open and pulling out the gun.
“What the fuck! Where did that come from?” he asked, watching as I placed the gun on my lap. I glanced at him as I pressed down on the gas, speeding down the highway. “Jesus! Slow down,”
“You’re the one who fucking lost $68,000 to fucking Monica! You go in and get her money-”
“It’s not her-”
“It’s her money now, Chip. Jesus, she stole 3 of my bikes when we were little,” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Chip looked at me again and nodded. “You’re lucky you have help,” I muttered as I kept my eyes on the road. 
“You know this bitch?” Chip stared at me. I swallowed roughly and nodded.
“She’s my, like, second cousin. My Dad’s niece’s kid,” I shrugged before shaking my head, “She’s a cunt. A fucking cunt,” I scoffed as I remembered my childhood with her. Chip was silent as I pulled into a driveway and parked the car. 
“Oh good, looks like there’s a metal baseball bat in the yard,” I smiled at him. Chip looked at me with wide eyes, actual terror sitting in his eyes. I watched as he unbuckled his seatbelt and rested his hand on the latch to my car. He stayed still for a moment before turning to face me. I could tell that there was a moment of hesitation. I don’t blame him, do be honest. I hesitated to bring him here. Taking him here is basically signing his death warrant.
“Stay… Stay here… If I’m not out in an hour… Call the cops,” he looked at me before slipping out of the car. I watched as he walked up the driveway, picking up the metal bat, and walked towards the door. I almost got out of the car and went after him, but I didn’t. I’ll listen to him. He must have a plan worked out if he didn’t need my help yet.
I swallowed roughly, watching him knock on the door and wait for it to swing open. And when it did, a familiar looking guy stepped out of the trailer. It was obvious he was sizing Chip up, mocking him as he spoke. Chip looked over his shoulder at me, silently pleading for help of some sort. I shrugged, pretending like I didn’t understand what he was asking for. 
A bell ringing came up the driveway and passed me. A familiar blonde riding a bike rode up the driveway. 
“Oh, you again,” Chip spoke out loud at the blonde woman. Amy… Of course. Of course she shows up. She’s probably the one who told him where that bitch, Monica, even lived. I was just happy she didn’t even see me when she rode past me. I didn’t want to be a part of any of that bullshit.
Then he was pulled into the trailer. 
“Fuck, this… This isn’t going to be good,” I muttered as I slouched down into my seat in the safety of my car. I wished there was something more that I could do to help him. Because just sitting here for an hour and waiting to call the cops won’t help me or him, specifically Chip. Fucking around with Monica and her… I don’t even know what to call the people she hands out with. 
I grabbed for my gun again, pulling out the magazine and looking at how much ammo I had. Just as I put my hand on the handle to get out, a loud bang came from near the trailer, causing me to nearly jump out of my seat. I sat, frozen, paralyzed in my spot, staring at the trailer. They’ve just killed Chip. Or, Chip just killed them 
“I don’t know what… What do I do…” I whispered to myself as I stared at the door from the safety of my car. I wasn’t prepared for this at all. What I should have done was follow my own advice to Chip and come up with a secondary plan… I can’t exactly go in there guns blazing… Unless, that’s exactly what I do. They won’t expect Chip to have a partner with him. 
Okay, that’s it… That’s my plan… Bust into the trailer, and just go for it… But, I think… Should I wait the hour Chip told me to wait? What if he’s in trouble? Who am I kidding, he’s totally in trouble. 
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I just wish I hadn’t fallen asleep. Because, the next thing I knew it  was morning and Chip was still in Monica’s trailer. Chip was still in danger.  
I quickly fumbled my way out of the back seat and into the front. It was even worse as I rushed to get out of the car, my body nearly falling to the ground. When I was finally out of the car, I recollected myself, hyping myself up as I walked towards the trailer. 
 I had my gun tucked into the back of my pants as I walked. I didn’t want to be quick, but I also didn’t want to be slow. Chip could be in danger, and it was a little bit my fault. He’d be out of that situation if I hadn’t fallen asleep.
My fist carefully knocked on the door, hoping someone would answer sooner rather than later. When the door flew open, Monica was standing in the door frame, looking down at me with slight disgust.
“We don’t want girl scout cookies,” she looked down at me. I swallowed roughly and nodded.
“Good thing I’m not a girl scout, Monica,” I took a deep breath before pulling the gun out from my pants. I lifted it up and pointed it right at her chest. “Where’s Chip,” 
“You want him?” Monica asked, cocking a hip as she leaned against the door frame. She wasn’t even bothered by my weapon being pointed at her chest. It was like she was used to it. “He brought you as back up? Oh that poor boy?” she looked down at the gun. I took a deep breath as I stared at her.  
She knew I wasn’t going to use it. She knew me well enough to know that I just had this stupid gun for looks, and that I wasn’t going to shoot anyone. But, what she doesn’t know is that I’m not afraid of her anymore. She may have tormented me when we were kids. But I’m taking it all back now. 
“Where’s Chip and the money, Monica,” I spoke, my voice low as I spoke. I slowly cocked my gun as I stared at her. 
“Oh, you know about the money too?” she asked before looking into the trailer at her friends and, I’d assume, Chip. “Did you hear that? This slut knows about the money,” she spoke, looking at everyone. I swallowed roughly as she looked back at me, “Is she replacing that other slut we killed last night?” 
“Just go! Get out of here!” I could hear Chip yell from somewhere in the trailer. Monica stared down at me, watching me as my hands shook with the weapon in hand. 
“Too afraid to use that gun?” she mocked in a whiny tone. I blinked slowly as I moved my finger to the trigger. Everything happened so fast, when I opened my eyes, Monica was stumbling back, her hand over stomach where blood was spilling out. Blood was being coughed up as she fell against the couch, looking up at me with wide eyes. “You actually did it,” she coughed, staring at me terror in her eyes. 
“I’m not scared of you anymore, Monica,” I spoke as I stepped into the trailer. I smiled as I looked down at her, cocking my gun and pointing it down at her again, “You terrorized me when we were kids… But not anymore… No,” I took a deep breath before as we made eye contact.
“You don’t have to do this,” she whimpered, looking at me, struggling to move as I got closer to her, “Listen, you can take Chip, and… and the money and go… I’ll leave you alone now…” 
“Sorry just isn’t going to do it, Monica, not this time… Not ever,” I shook my head, “You can burn in hell for all I care,” I scoffed as I stared at her. Blood was dripping down the sides of her lips as she pleaded with me, but at this point I didn’t care about anything she was saying. 
Chip called my name, causing me to look over at him. They really did a number on him. I wonder if they would have gotten this bad had I actually called the cops and did something last night. 
My hands and shoulders dropped as I looked at him. I didn’t even bother with the others around me, I’d take care of them after. 
Or, so I thought… One of Monica’s friends stood up and charged after me. I stumbled back, fumbling to cock the gun before pulling the trigger at him, getting him right in the head. He fell to the ground with a thud, a slab of meat just on the floor. 
“Anyone else?” I looked at the others around me, really feeling my sudden anger and annoyance come through for everyone. The people around me backed away from me. I looked back at Chip, appreciating the way he was looking up at me. Just as I went to my knees to help him, the sound of a shotgun being cocked came from behind me. I froze as the barrel of a gun was pressed right to my head.
“Whatcha doin’ there, Sweet Heart?” a woman’s voice asked from behind me. I took a deep breath as I dropped my gun to the ground. I looked back at Chip and noted how the adoration he had in his eyes slowly turned into terror and fear. “Where’s my money, Chip?” the woman asked. There was a certain fakeness in her words that scared me a bit. 
“I… I don’t have it!” Chip shouted as he struggled to stand up. I cringed as Liza pushed the barrel into my head a bit more. I swallowed roughly as I looked at Chip. 
“L-liza? H-h-how did you… How did you find me?” Chip exclaimed as he looked past me and at the woman.
“I told you, Chip, I always know where you are,” her fake sweetness really struck a chord in me, pissing me off more than I was before. “Now… Where’s my money?”
Someone from the sidelines jumped to their feet and instantly charged at Liza. It was terrifying how quick Liza was to turn and shoot the gun at the man. I quickly moved away and grabbed my gun from the ground. I felt a little bad for moving behind Chip, using him as a shield from this new woman.
“You’re so quick to move on, Chippy,” Liza spoke as she looked back at me. I appreciated that Chip actually covered me instead of cowering away like I half expected him to. “First the whore from last night and now her?” 
“I’m not a slut or a whore,” I stared at her. She cocked her head as she looked over at me. Yet, again another one of Monica’s people came after us, only to be stopped by a different person, their arm being sliced off in one swift motion. If you blinked you would have missed it. 
“Jesus fucking Christ,” one of the three girls shouted front he couch. Liza turned to face the person behind her before saying something else. 
“What… What do we do, Chip,” I whispered as I tugged gently on his shirt. He looked over his shoulder at me before lifting his finger to his lips. I stared at him for a moment, watching as he thought of a plan. The level of chaos in the building was starting to stress me out. I wasn’t expecting two terrifying people to show up at an already terrifying place. 
“Go have fun with that one, Dwayne-y,” Liza pointed towards one of the girls on the couch. The guy looked over at the girl before grabbing her and pushing past Chip and I. I fell against the wall and blacked out for a moment. 
When I came too, Liza was standing in front of Chip, talking to him about something. It was eerily quiet in the trailer now, other than Liza and Chip’s voice. My guess was Liza took everyone out. But, why’d she keep me alive? Chip probably bargained for my life. I’m honestly just a bystander in this whole thing, wasn’t I? 
“You can let him run away… you can hunt him down, and kill him… Or… Or you can discipline him.. Teach him to heel or whatever he’s supposed to do,” Liza cocked her head as she looked at Chip. I took a deep breath, looking at the ground and noticed the gun on the ground right behind Chip. “So, Chip, what option do you want?” her tone was filled with that sickening sweetness, and it made me want to beat the shit out of her. 
“Violet said there’s always another option,” Chip spoke softly as he looked at Liza. I carefully moved and grabbed the gun. 
“Oh, she… She did? Well, I don’t see her here… Because she’s dead, Chip,” Liza scoffed. I took a deep and shaky breath before moving around the chair and aiming the gun right at Liza. “Oh, look who’s got the balls now,” Liza looked past Chip and at me. I stared down at her, feeling nervousness in the form of bile rise up my throat. “Are you gonna shoot me? Baby’s gonna sho-” her statement was finished short by a bullet to her head. I closed my eyes and looked down at the ground. 
“Jesus Christ!” Chip shouted as Liza’s body fell to the ground. I took a deep breath before looking down at him. “She’s dead!” 
“She was going to fucking kill both of us, Chip!” I shouted back, looking at him with wide eyes. Chip looked up at me as he stumbled to his feet. 
“Okay, okay,” Chip looked down at me, placing his hand on my shoulder to steady himself. I looked up at him with wide eyes. “$68,000… My clothes, and then we fucking ditch this fucking place,” he pointed towards the door where the creepy man from before dragged a girl. I swallowed roughly as I looked towards the door.
“Here,” I handed him my gun before nodding towards the door. Chip looked down at me, a slight glare in his eyes before he took a step forward. I followed behind him, staying close to his body. He pushed the door open and immediately fired the gun, killing the guy instantly. 
“I’m never going to sleep again, holy fucking shit,” I muttered as I looked at the horrors in front of me. He fucking ripped the girl a part. 
“Stay here for a minute,” Chip muttered before stepping away from me. He didn’t seem bothered by everything. I was impressed that he was able to step into the room more and move stuff around. One he found what he was looking for he came back beside me.
“Let’s fucking go,” he muttered, holding a shoe box under his arm. I looked at the box as I followed behind him. I could kill him right now, and take that 68grand. I could start a new life on my own… 
“Yeah, let’s go,” I looked down at the ground, “Shouldn’t we clean up the place first? Our fingerprints and DNA is all over the place,” I looked around the trailer and at all the dead bodies. Is it bad this didn’t phase me at all? 
“You’re right. Hold this,” he muttered as he shoved the box into my hands. I looked down at it with wide eyes before looking back at Chip. He had a bottle of straight whiskey in his hand and was splashing it around the room, going into the other rooms before coming back. “You think this will be enough?” he asked, looking down at me with a certain exhaustion in his eyes. I tried to look past all the injuries he had earned, but it was hard when they covered his whole face. 
“Hopefully,” I shoved the box back into his arm before leaving the building. I waited just outside as he lit a lighter and tossed it to the floor, causing the whole building to be engulfed in flames. 
“Where to?” Chip asked as we walked back to my car. I looked over my shoulder at the blazing trailer and shrugged.
“Somewhere away from here. But first, we should get you a first aid kit,” 
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We drove for a long time. A very long time. I think we both wanted to make sure we were away from Monica’s trailer before we rested for the night. Which also meant we had to wait a long time before Chip could get the proper care he needed. It wasn’t fair to either of us that this was the case at the moment. I wasn’t ever expecting this to be what happened to me the other day when I woke up. I was just happy that after the second day of driving, he was actually okay.
“I’ll go get a room, you stay here,” I looked over at Chip. It looked like he was asleep, which I was expecting, so when he lifted his head and looked over at me I was a little confused. 
“No, no let me,” he mumbled as he fought to get his seatbelt undone.
“Chip, you look like you just got out of Fight Club… Let me go get the room,” I placed a hand on his to stop him from moving anymore. He looked up at me with a little bit of terror in his eyes, “I’ll be right back, I promise,” I kept my voice low as I spoke to him. 
“Okay, you’re right,” he mumbled before moving his hand away from the buckle. Chip rested his head against the head rest before closing his eyes lightly. I sighed deeply before sliding out of the car and towards the entrance of the hotel lobby. 
I kept my voice low the entire time as I spoke to the front desk manager. It was hard when I also looked like I just got out of a war and the manager kept looking at me like that was the case. When they finally handed me the room key, I let out the deepest sigh of relief and returned out to the car. 
“We have a room… Two days…” I looked over at Chip as I drove to a parking spot near our room. 
“Two days… Nice, nice,” he murmured and nodded. I looked over at him and watched as he slowly unbuckled. 
“You go into the room, I’ll grab the food and first aid kit,” I handed him the key before we both got out. Chip nodded before leaving and going towards the room. I made sure to be quick as I grabbed the stuff from the back.
“Should I shower?” 
“No, no, let me clean your wounds up first,” I nodded towards the bed. Chip looked over at the bed before going to sit on it. I was relieved when he laid back on the bed like nothing mattered in the world. He opened his eyes and looked at me.
 “Are you going to play nurse with me?” he asked, looking at me with a playful smirk on his lips. I laughed and nodded as I approached the bed. 
“Unfortunately, I think I’m all you got,” I laughed as I sat on the bed beside him. He sat up and moved closer to him. We were both quiet as I pulled out alcohol wipes and gauze. I looked at his face, trying to figure out where to start. Thankfully the swelling in his eyes went down, but I cracked an ice pack to help. 
“This is gonna sting,” I looked at his face as I lifted the wipe to his face. He winced as I began wiping the wounds on his face.
“Are you okay?” I looked up at him as I carefully placed butterfly band-aids and regular band-aids over the wounds. He looked back at me, a certain softness in his eyes. I was happy that he’d probably just need a few band-aids on his face instead of gauze and stitches like I’d thought. We both didn’t want to go to the hospital… 
“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay,” he whispered as he tried to not move away from my touch. I frowned looking at his face. “You didn’t have to do this, you know,” he added. I looked down at his hands and nodded. 
“Did you want to go to the hospital and tell them the truth?” I raised an eyebrow as I shifted closer to him with an alcohol pad. He cringed as I pressed it to the open wound on his hand. “Sorry,” I cringed as he flinched.
“You’re right, though… I don't think I could make up a believable lie in the hospital,” he looked at me, watching me clean the injuries.. 
“Was it worth it?” I asked, feeling a small smile grow on my lips. Chip shrugged a bit like he wasn’t too sure what I was talking about.
“Was… Was what worth it?” he asked, trying not to furrow his eyebrows. I laughed lightly and shrugged.
“The 68 grand that you risked your life for, Chip,” I laughed as I grabbed a bandage and picked it open, “Is it okay if the band-aid is pink with butterflies?” I held it up to show him the design. He swallowed roughly before nodding.
“Yeah, it was worth it,” he whispered, causing me to look back at his face. I furrowed my eyebrows when it became my turn to stare at him. “Because if I didn’t lose the $68 thousand... I probably wouldn’t have met you… And you saved my life,” 
“Oh please, don’t compare me to Violet,” I laughed and shook my head. I felt a little bad for bringing up his dead friend, but I personally felt like he was comparing me to her. Just a little bit. 
“I’m not,” he looked taken aback by my sudden statement. I shrugged, not entirely believing him. He knew that too. I looked at him, noting the cut and bruise across his nose. Who knows how long that was going to take to heal, but I hope it didn’t hurt him too much. “I’m being serious,”
“That makes me feel better,” I smiled as I began cleaning up the first aid kit we had bought when we pulled into a new town, “I should probably let you go your own way, come morning. I don’t want to get in the way of you while you’re trying to flee everything” I laughed as I clicked the first aid kit shut, “I’ll let you have my car,” 
“Please stay,” he whispered, watching as I stood and walked across the room. I almost didn’t hear him. But I was preoccupied with my thoughts, trying to figure out how I’d get home if I had given him my car to leave. I was 2 days away from home… That’d be a long way back. “I probably would die if you didn’t come with me,” he added as I turned to face him.
“I’d be pretty useless if I came with. Is your life always like that, Chip?” I asked, placing my fists on my hips. He stayed quiet. “Because if it’s always like that, running from danger and shooting guns…”
“You’ll go back home, I get it. What happened the other day was-”
“I never said that,” I cut him off, “Yeah, what happened the other day was terrifying, Chip. But, I don’t think I’ve ever had such an eventful day in my entire life. I just don’t think I would be able to do that again. That parts gotta go,”
“Consider it gone,” Chip shook his head, watching as I slowly walked back over towards him. I looked down at him, appreciating the way he looked back up at me. “Forgotten. We can… We can buy a house in… In Iowa. Have kids, have a family. Get as far as we can from that place,” he moved his legs and allowed me to stand between them. 
“Iowa?” I scoffed, wrinkling my nose at the thought of moving to Iowa. “And… You want to have kids? After everything that happened? You want to bring kids into this world?” I sighed deeply as I looked down at him. I left out the part of how we just met 4 days ago. He doesn’t even know me. 
“Yeah, but if you were their mother, I think they’d be pretty safe,” Chip laughed as he reached up to grab my hand. I stared at him, feeling my heart swell in my chest. 
“You don’t even know me, Chip,” I laughed lightly. He furrowed his eyebrows before shrugging. “And you already want to have kids with me?”
“I don’t think… I don’t think it matters. You saved my life,” he pointed out. I bit my lower lip as he brushed his thumb across the back of my hand. 
“Yeah,” I paused, taking a deep breath as I stared at him, “You saved mine too, Chip,” I smiled at him, “I think Liza might have killed me if it wasn’t for you,” I laughed lightly out my nose. And, it was true. She probably would have killed me after she knocked me out...
“Well, good thing Dwayne was easy enough to take care of,” he returned the laughter, “Can’t believe I dated that bitch,” he sighed as he looked up at me. 
“Yeah, I was about to say…” I smiled softly. Chip smiled as he carefully tugged my hand so I would fall forward slightly. 
“Kiss me,” he whispered as I braced myself on his shoulder with one hand. I furrowed my eyebrows, looking down at his lips. The cut on his upper lip had thankfully stopped bleeding. 
“Is that a good idea,” I pulled my hand off his shoulder and gently held his face. He wrinkled his nose and closed his eyes. “Chip, I’m serious,” 
“I am too,” he begged as he looked at me, “I could di-”
“You won’t die tomorrow. You’re safe now,” I smiled softly as I looked at him.
“So, what’s stopping you from kissing me,” he asked, pointing out the fact that there was indeed nothing stopping me from kissing him. 
“Why you gotta be like that?” I asked, moving my hand up his face. I carefully brushed the wound on his temple before carding my fingers through his hair. 
“Be like what?” Chip asked as I pushed my hand through his hair and rested it on the back of his head. 
“You’re so… nice. You’re not like other men, the ones who look at women like objects,” I laughed and shook my head, “You wouldn’t even hurt a fly.” 
“You do know I killed, like, bunch of people yesterday,” he asked. I smiled and nodded. He pulled his hand from mine and rested both his hands on my hips. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him.
“Okay, yeah, that’s fair…” I sighed deeply and cocked my head, “You won’t regret it, will you?” I asked, my voice hardly a whisper.
“Regret what? Kissing you?” He asked, his thumbs playing with the hem of my shirt, just barely touching the skin of my hip. I nodded lightly. “Why would I regret kissing you?” 
“Wouldn’t be the first time a guy regret kissing me,” I whispered as I looked away from him, “The last guy I dated… He dated me as a joke… It wasn’t till after we… Well, we did a little bit more than kissing, did he tell me that it was all a joke,” I whispered before looking down at the ground.  
“Nothing about me asking for a kiss is a joke, I promise,” Chip replied, his voice causing me to look back at him. He lifted a hand and rested it on my shoulder. “We don’t even have to do anything… You don’t have to ki-”
“I do… I do want to kiss you, Chip,” I whispered softly, “I’m just scared, that’s all,” I stared down at him.
“You don’t have to be scared,” he smiled softly, running his hand down my arm before grasping my hand. I swallowed roughly before moving to straddle his legs. He took a sharp breath as I adjusted myself on his legs.
“Sorry,” I cringed as I tried to get off his legs. Chip looked at me before resting his hands on my hips, keeping me in place on his lap. 
“It’s okay,” he whispered, bringing a hand back to my face. I stared at him, feeling a small smile grow on my lips.  
After a moment of just staring at each other, I moved forward, closing the space between. Our lips connected, and it was the softest, gentlest kiss ever. Although my lips were still dry, his lips felt dry, drier than the sand on the beach. The blood that was on his lips dried slightly, but it didn’t bother me at all. 
Chip placed his hand on my lower back, moving me closer to his body. My arms wrapped around his neck, my body willingly moving closer to him as if it couldn’t get enough of him. I could tell that he craved me too, his other hand moving hastily around my body. 
“Is this a good idea?” I murmured against his lips. I was careful as I pressed my forehead to his, feeling a small smile tug on my lips. “You’re like… Seriously…” I stopped myself from saying ‘seriously injured’. 
“I’m okay. I’m fine with it if… If you’re fine with it,” he whispered, his hands going back to the hem of my shirt. I closed my eyes and let a deep breath of air out my nose. A small smile grew across my lips as his hand finally slipped up my shirt and up to my bra. “Please tell me your fine with it,” his voice wavered slightly with his words. I swallowed roughly and nodded, our noses brushing together as my head moved.  
“Yeah, yeah it’s… I’m fine with it…” I nodded, taking a deep breath before opening my eyes, “I’m more than fine with it,” I whispered as I looked at him.  
That was when he kissed me again. It was different than before. Because, before it was gentle and soft, like he didn’t want me to melt away. But also it was soft because we both had mild- not so mild injuries, and I knew he didn’t want to hurt me. The differences between this one and that one is, fervent and passionate, it took my breath away.
Chip’s hand on my back fiddled with my bra as he tried to unclasp it. I couldn’t help but laugh as he began to struggle. It was clear he was getting frustrated with the struggle, so when I went to help him, he let out a sigh of relief. 
“Sorry,” he muttered as he fought to pull my shirt off. I laughed and shook my head.
“No, it’s okay,” I whispered before lifting my arms in the air. Chip smiled before pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere behind me. I sucked in a sharp breath as the cool air hit my bare chest. Chip was careful as he pressed his lips back to mine, then on the side of my mouth, before trailing down my neck. It was gentle, and soft, but it was enough for me to notice him sucking soft spots on my skin. My hands went back to his head, carefully pulling at the hair on the back of his head.  
My head tilted to the side the further down my neck he went. A small gasp fell from my mouth as he attached his lips to my breast. My fingers gently pulled his hair, causing him to hum lightly. It was hard not to react to him and his touch. I needed him more than I needed air.
“D-don’t stop,” I whispered, my words wavering with each syllable. It was so hard to concentrate on anything as he placed his lips around my nipple. A shiver went down my spine, causing me to arch my back into him more. 
Chip stood up, causing me to latch on to him so I wouldn’t fall, before turning around to put me on the bed. I looked up at him, my breathing picking up slightly as he stared down at me. His lower lip was pulled between his teeth as he looked at me.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” I whispered, lifting a hand to his face. He could hear the worry in my words as I spoke, letting his lower lip fall from his mouth. “Your lip is bleeding.” I left out that it was only bleeding a little bit, but it was enough to notice the red. 
“It’s fine,” he whispered, bringing his hand to rest on my cheek. His thumb brushed against my lower lip. My body shivered slightly before I opened my mouth slightly. He smirked before slipping his thumb between my lips. I swirled my tongue around his thumb as I stared at him. 
“Good girl,” Chip hummed, resting his other hand on the mattress by my head. I swallowed roughly before grabbing his shirt and pulling him down to my face. He moved his thumb from my mouth and looked down at me.
“Please don’t make me ask more than once,” I whispered, releasing my hand from his shirt to lift it to his face. He flinched away slightly as my hand barely touched his face. I could feel my face soften as I looked at him. “I won’t hurt you, Chip. You’re safe now,” I whispered as I moved my hand from his face.
“I know, I know,” he shook his head before lowering his face to mine, lightly pressing his lips to mine. I hummed, wrapping my arms around his neck again. “You won’t have to ask more than once,” he murmured against my lips. He looked down at me before pressing his lips to mine again, slowly kissing down my neck and chest. 
Although he was quick to move down my chest, he was slow once he got to my hips. 
“Hold on,” he stepped away from me, rushing to the bathroom real quick. I sat up, resting back on my hands, as I waited for him to come back. 
“What… What are you doing, Chip?” I asked, my patience starting to wear thin as the seconds ticked by. I swallowed roughly as he stepped back out of the bathroom.
“Cleaning my face a little bit more,” he looked at me with a small smile on his lips. I furrowed my eyebrows as he came back to stand between my legs. 
“I-I’m confused,” I looked up at him. Although, I really shouldn’t be confused. I’m the one who said ‘Please don’t make me ask more than once.’ and he obviously wanted it as badly as I did.
“You know,” he smiled as he lifted my hips a little bit before pulling my pants off my body. I suddenly couldn’t control my breathing anymore, and I was left trying to control myself. “Wouldn’t want to get blood everywhere,” he looked up at me as he dropped my pants to the ground.  
I stared at him watching as he lowered to his knees between my legs. He was gentle as pressed his lips to the soft skin on my inner thigh. I took a deep breath, trying so hard to regulate my breathing. My elbows and arms gave out, causing me to lie back hard on the bed. 
“So beautiful,” Chip whispered before blowing softly at my core. I gasped and pressed my head into the bed beneath me. My hands and fingers got knotted up in his hair again, slowly pulling his head closer to my body. 
Chip laughed at me before peppering butterfly kisses over my pussy. I gasped, tugging lightly on his hair. He looked up at me before grasping both of my hands and holding them down on the bed. 
“Ch-chip, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I whimpered pulling at his hands. He hummed before licking a stripe right up my cunt. I swear, I couldn’t even breathe. He squeezed my hands as he kept licking at me. After a moment, his lips attached around my clit, sucking softly at the sensitive bundle of nerves. 
“Fuck,” I cried out as he pulled a hand from one of mine. I didn’t even notice that he pushed a finger into me. My free hand went over my mouth as a moan fell from me. Chip obviously enjoyed that sudden reaction, causing him to moan too. The vibrations from him caused me to moan again. 
“ ‘m so close. Please, Chip, so close,” I moved my hand to his hair and pulled on it a lot harder than before. It was like I couldn’t breathe, the wind being knocked from my lungs like I was punched in the gut. “Fuck, Chip,” I moaned, my hips jerking at him. He pulled his hand from mine and placed it firmly on my stomach, holding me down. 
“You’re doing so good, Princess,” he murmured against my body. I cried out when he pressed his lips back on me. 
My mind went fuzzy and my vision turned white. I could feel my toes curling against the rough, scratchy comforter beneath me. My hands gripped his hair and the blanket so tightly I was sure my knuckles would blanch. And the only thing I could say was his name as I came.
My chest heaved as I tried to breathe. When I opened my eyes, Chip was back over me. He smiled, clearly enjoying what had just happened. 
“That was… That was good,” I laughed lightly. Chip returned the laughter before pressing his lips to mine. I hummed following after him as he pulled away from me. 
“That was, like, barely the pregame,” Chip laughed as he looked down at me. I furrowed my eyebrows and smiled softly. “If at all the pregame,”
“Well are you going to get started on the actual game or just leave me alone?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow as I stared at him. Chip laughed again before standing up right to rid himself of his jeans. I quickly moved so I was lying up by the pillows. 
“Are you sure this is okay?” He asked once he was back over me. I swallowed roughly and nodded. 
“Yeah, yeah, I’m positive. If I wasn’t… I wouldn’t have let you eat me out the way you did,” I laughed as I brought my hands to his face, “I appreciate you cleaning your face a bit before you did that though. I don’t really want the staph infection or STD,” I laughed harder than I should have. But that in turn caused Chip to glare at me.
“Well, now I don’t think I want to have sex with you,” he looked away from me before sitting up right. I stopped laughing before sitting up to look at him. 
“C’mon, Chip, I was just joking.” I moved so I was closer to him, “I’d love to get a STD from you,” I bit back my laughter as I looked at him. He glared at me again. 
“Shut up,” he muttered, looking down at the bed. I smiled before lifting a hand to his face.
“You’re the one who wants to fuck the girl you just met 4 days ago,” I pointed out as I moved to straddle his waist. He looked at me as I sat on him. “But, to be fair, I also want to have sex with the guy I met 4 days ago so it’d be a little hypocritical of me to judge you,” I shrugged. I tried really hard not to look at his cock, but it was right there… It was obvious that he was painfully hard. “Use me, Chip,” I swallowed roughly as I looked up at his face. His eyes were scanning my face as his hands were resting on my hips. I could feel his fingers digging into my skin, and I was more than happy to let that happen.
What he did next surprised me. He lifted my hips up so I was hovering over him, before slamming me on his cock. A shout came from my mouth as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pressed my face into his shoulder as I tried to breathe properly after the sudden intrusion. 
“Fuck,” I panted before looking up at him after a moment. My muscles clenched around him as I slowly got used to his size. Chip pressed his lips to mine before carefully thrusting up into me. My hips slowly moved, meeting him at the perfect spots. His lips hardly left mine, and when they did it was only for a few moments.
“Gonna fill you up,” Chip mumbled as he pressed his lips to my neck, “Gonna put a baby in you,”
“Please! Don’t stop, fuck,” I cried, rolling my hips against his. My mouth opened around his shoulder, my teeth carefully sinking into his skin. “God,” I whined looking back up at him, “Do it, please, do it,” 
“Yeah? You like that?” Chip groaned as he brought a hand to my chest. I let out a shaky breath and nodded as he massaged my breast. “Being filled with my cum, carrying my child,” he looked up at me. I pressed my lips together and nodded, feeling myself get closer to the edge. 
“Fuck, Chip, please,” I placed my hands on either side of his face and pulling him closer to my face. I pressed my lips to his as he pulled me closer to his body, my chest pressing against his. 
My breathing grew raged as he picked up his pace. His hand dropped to where our bodies met, his finger encircling around my clit. I was pushed right to the edge, calling out his name as he called out mine. His hips faltered slightly as he filled me with his essence. 
My head dropped to his shoulder and my arms wrapped around his chest. It took a while for either of us to move, the intensity of the moment catching up with us. Although, the last few days in general were catching up with me. 
“I gotta clean you up,” Chip finally whispered after a moment. I swallowed roughly before I struggled to get off his lap. 
“You really do want to have kids with me,” I laughed as we finally broke a part, “I mean, yeah I want kids too. But not for a while,” 
“I told you, we gotta get to Iowa first,” Chip looked over at me as he got off the bed. When he noticed that I was a little nervous about that, he came over to my side, “We don’t have to go to Iowa,”
“No, no, I know… It’s just… The thought of leaving… And going with you. The other day was terrifying, with everything th-What if I just left?” 
“I know you're nervous. You have every right to be nervous. If we leave, we can get as far from that place as possible. We can find a safe place and be safe… Together,” he knelt on the ground beside me. I looked down at him and nodded, “Besides, you had the most boring life in that stupid motel,”
“True, true,” I laughed and shook my head, “You’re not going to, like, murder me… Are you?” I looked at him as I carefully grasped his hand.
“No! I wouldn’t do that! After the shit I just said to you with my cock in you? You think I’d kill you?” Chip nearly fell back on the ground, causing me to laugh again. I smiled and nodded.
“Okay, I… I guess if the worst thing you’ll do to me is get me pregnant… Then I think I’m safe.” I looked at him with a small smile, “And that’s not even bad,” I shrugged as I looked at the bed in front of me.
“I won’t murder you if you won’t murder me,” he spoke, lifting his hand and showing me his pinkie. I looked back at him and nodded.
“Promise,” I whispered before interlocking my pinkie with his. 
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the rest of our lives //chris evans x reader
A/N: wrote this bc I couldn't sleep. its almost 4am and im tired but felt like writing some cute shit tonight. I love this so much and sorry if it doesn't make sense and for the mistakes but I LOVE IT. pls give it some love . 
Summary: chris and y/n visit her childhood home and tell her parents about their plans for the future
Warnings: angst, FLUFFFFFFFFFFFF, language I think, age gap but its not gross (chris 38, reader 22)
Word Count: 3,780
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With one final zip of your suitcase you were ready for your trip. You and your boyfriend of 2 years, Chris, were taking a couple days off to spend time with your parents. You hadn’t seen them since your college graduation and they had been bugging you for months for you and Chris to spend some time in your hometown. 
You were currently living in Boston and had completely expected that you weren’t going back home following your completion of university. Your life was in Boston. Although you missed your parents and your sister, you were so ready to start this new chapter of your life and be able to make it your own. 
You and Chris had been looking for a house together since you decided to stay in Boston with him. Your relationship was headed in a good direction and both of you were 100% in it for the long run. You wanted to wait till after you graduated to move in together, not wanting to worry about anything besides school. Chris had his realtor on the phone the minute your grades for your last semester had been finalized and everything was approved for graduation. 
When you sat down with him and both said what you were looking for in a house, the topic of kids came up. You knew Chris wanted a family, and you did too. You had both agreed to bring the conversation up again after some time in the house together. You were secretly hoping he was planning on proposing to you soon. You’ve been dropping major hints at him through your Pinterest board ever since you started having serious conversations about your future with each other. You were ready for it all. You wanted to marry Chris and fill your beautiful new home with a bunch of kids. 
You were also slowly convincing him to get Dodger a friend since both of you were always working, and you wanted to make sure he was never lonely when you were at work. 
Your amazing realtor had found a beautiful house right outside of Boston that had everything you were both looking for. You were just waiting for the final pieces of paperwork to come in and finally be able to call the house yours. 
Your lease on your apartment was up last month and had been staying at Chris’s place. All of the big things you didn’t sell from your place were in storage and everything else was with you. 
When you had mentioned to your sister that you and Chris were days away from closing on your new home, she had asked how your parents felt about everything. 
“They know our relationship is serious. They met him at graduation and had known about him well before that. Mom even talked about us having a fall wedding here, since the weather would be perfect. I haven’t told them about the house since we’ve known about this trip since everything with the house started. I want to tell them in person, so don’t mention anything to them.” You huffed. 
“I talked to mom the other day and she thinks that you made a mistake staying there to be with Chris. She doesn’t think your relationship is going to last, since he’s so much older than you. Hell, that’s what everyone thinks. She’s just worried, I think.” She expressed. 
“I’ve been hearing all of that for the past 2 years from everyone I know, especially from mom. Nobody knows our relationship better than we do. We both want the same things and are happy being together. So what if he’s older than me? Dad is way older than mom and no one questions the integrity of their relationship, why does everyone have to question mine?” I said back. 
“I know. I know you keep hearing this, and I’m sorry. I’m really happy for you, Y/N. I really am. Buying a house together is a big deal and I’m glad you’re ready to do that with him. You have everything so figured out and people are just jealous. I mean, you have the hottest dude in Hollywood in your bed every night. Who wouldn’t be jealous of that?” She chuckled. 
“Anyway, we’ll talk more when you get here! I’m so excited to see you. Call me when you land and I’ll meet you at home. Love you!! See you tomorrow.” The line clicked and you threw your phone onto your bed. You let out a deep sigh and moved your suitcase off of the bed so you could collapse. 
You were slowly dozing off when you had heard Dodger starting to bark, alerting you that Chris was home. He had been doing some small indie films in Boston, not wanting to get back into major productions until you were settled in your new house. You picked yourself off your bed and walked into the living room, seeing Chris toe off his shoes and place his things down. He greeted Dodger and walked over to you, mumbling a quick hi and placed a quick kiss onto your lips. 
“Hi my love, how was your day?” He asked as he walked into the kitchen. You took a seat on the barstool facing the kitchen, and watched as Chris started to look around for something to snack on. 
“It was pretty good. Work was how it usually is. I came home early and got all my packing done for the trip and just cleaned a little bit around the house. I left some things you might want to pack out on the bed just incase. How was yours? Anything exciting happen on set?” You asked, leaning back on your chair.
“Wrapped up everything I needed to do so I could relax and enjoy the next couple of days without worrying about needing to get back to set.” He took a beer out of the fridge and leaned against the counter and took a drink from the bottle. “How are you feeling about seeing your parents and telling them about the house? You haven’t really said much about it.” He took another sip and walked closer to you. 
He sat in the chair next to you and just looked at you, waiting for your response. You thought for a moment, collecting your thoughts before giving him an honest answer. You sighed and thought about the conversation you had with your sister. 
“I’m excited to tell time, but really nervous. I talked to my sister earlier and she had told me that my mom has been having doubts about us and was just worried that I didn’t know what I was getting myself into and blah blah blah. But I’m ready to set everything straight and tell her that she can’t doubt us anymore. It’s important to us that we do this and she needs to be on board with that. I know she’ll be happy for us, but you know how she gets. I think dad will be happy for us. He really like you, y’know. Tells me all the time that I need to fly him up here so you two can go to a Pats game. Poor guy had a house full of women his entire life and now he finally has the son he always wanted.” You rambled slightly. 
“Everything is gonna a work out, don’t be nervous. It’s 4 days with your parents and then we close on the house when we get back and should be moved in by the end of the next month. I know how important your family is to you and how much it means to to get their support on this, but you have so many other people who support you. You’re basically and Evans now and you have all of them standing behind us, cheering us on. Don’t worry too much on what might happen with them, but think about what’s happening with us now. Our life together is finally getting started.” He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it before pulling you off the chair and moving you closer to him. You stood between his legs and wrapped your arms around him. His comment about you being an Evans filled your stomach with butterflies but you didn’t think much into it. 
For the rest of the night you just sat on the couch watching movies and eating random snacks you had in the pantry, not bothering to cook something for dinner. You snuggled up next to Chris and Dodger was next to you as you stayed in the living room well into the night. You had fallen asleep on the couch and next thing you knew, you were being placed on your side of the bed and tucked in gently. 
Chris placed a kiss on your forehead and moved some of your Y/H/C hair out of your face. You sleepily smiled at him before turning to your side and let sleep consume you. You heard shuffling around the room, assuming Chris was finishing any packing he had left. You woke when you felt the bed dip beside you and your were wrapped in a pair of strong arms. You moved closer to Chris and let sleep take over you once again. 
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It was late afternoon and you and Chris had landed safely in your hometown. You were driving down the street that was still so familiar to you. You saw your parent’s house come into full view as you instinctually turned a corner. You drew in a sharp breath as you put your rental car in park and stared up at your childhood home. You had spent so many years of your life here and it was so weird not seeing it as your home anymore. You looked over at Chris and he grabbed your hand and squeezed it. He grabbed some of his things and opened the car door and stepped out. 
You walked up to the front door hand in hand and raised your hand up to ring the doorbell. Not even 5 seconds later your mom had answered the door and immediately wrapped you in a hug. She grabbed your shoulders and looked at you with joy. She brought you in for another hug before giving one to Chris. 
“It’s good to see you again, Chris! How have things been going for you?” Your mom questioned, moving out of the way so you could walk inside. 
“Everything has been going great, thank you! How have you and Y/D/N been?” Chris asked, looking at the beautiful house he walked into. He had never seen this place in person, just in pictures you had and through a phone whenever he was around when you video called your parents.
 It was so elegantly decorated. Family photos littered the walls, he could pick you out of all of them. One of the things he had hoped he’d get a chance to see were photos from your childhood. You have been through every photo album the Evans family had created, thanks to his mom. You knew he was looking forward to those, so you had made sure your mom pulled them out of storage for him. 
“Same old same old. We’ve been really looking forward to you guys coming to visit us. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve made Y/D/N clean this house over the past week. Had to make sure everything was in tip top shape for your first visit.” She winked at Chris and looked back at you. You plopped down on the couch, exhausted from your hectic day. 
“Thank you, Y/M/N. It’s really a beautiful house.” Chris said as he sat down next to you on the couch, putting his arm across the back of it. She nodded at him and went to go find your dad. You leaned into Chris’s side and he put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before continuing to take in his surroundings. 
“Don’t fall asleep before giving your old man a hug!” Your dads voice said as he walked into the living room. You and Chris both stood up and you ran into your dads arms. You loved both of your parents, but you were always closer to your dad. He gave you a big hug, picking you up off the ground slightly and placed a kiss on your cheek. Chris walked up to him and extended his hand for a handshake once you were done greeting your dad. 
“It’s great to see you! Glad you guys could take the time to make it out here.” Your dad said, shaking Chris’s hand and pulling him in for a “bro” hug. 
“Me too. I’m excited to finally be here. I’ve heard a lot of stories and seen a lot of pictures of Y/N growing up here.” Chris said as everyone took a seat in the living room, the two of you going back to your original spots. 
You all sat around the living room talking for a while, just catching up on everything that had been happening in your lives. Your dad and Chris started to get into sports talk and your mom motioned for you to go with her to the kitchen. You stood up from your spot, excusing yourself from the conversation you were no longer interested in and followed your mom. She poured you glass of wine, and then one for herself and told you to take it to the back porch while she got something for your dad and Chris. You sat down on one of the chairs and got comfortable, your mom joining you a few minutes later. 
“So, how are things in Boston with Chris? We haven’t really talked much about it. After graduation we thought you were going to come back, and then you stayed and we were all kinda confused.” Your mom said taking a sip from her glass. 
“Things are really great between us right now. Chris has been spending most of his time in Boston doing some small projects so I see him basically everyday. Work has been going super well, I’m loving every second of it. I know you guys were really disappointed when I didn’t come back, but my life is in Boston now. Chris is there and all my frien-“ You were saying before your mom cut you off. 
“So Chris is your life now? Chris and work? What happened to family first? You were supposed to come home and help us out. We thought you were going to find your own place here and find a job and be able to be here for us. We were there for you all your life.” She criticized. 
“Mom, I’m 22 years old. Don’t you think I’m old enough to start building my own life? Chris and I are building our future together and I couldn’t just leave and continue doing that from here. I wasn’t going to make him uproot his life up to follow me here just because you wanted me to. I’m sorry that you don’t agree with my decisions but I think I’m allowed to decide what I think is best for me.” You said back to her. She rolled her eyes at your response. Before she could say anything back your sister opened the door excitedly greeting you. You were relieved she was finally here to pull you out of the conversation that had taken a turn south between you and your mom. 
You had gone inside with your sister and saw that she brought dinner for everyone. You went over to Chris and asked him to help you get your bags out of the car before you sat down for dinner. He had noticed your change in mood and quickly followed you outside. You quickly ranted to him about what your mom had said and blew off some steam before heading back inside with your things. Chris followed you up to your childhood bedroom, where you two would be staying for the next few nights. It was still the way you had left it. Pictures of your high school friends scattered around the walls, and posters of things you loved when you were in high school. Chris chuckled at some of them and you two headed back to the dining room. 
Dinner had been going well, despite your moms discreet bashes at your life choices, you ignored them and continued to enjoy the rest of the meal. As everyone was finishing, you decided it was as good a time as any to bring up the big news. 
“So mom and dad, you guys don’t know this but Chris and I have been talking a lot the past couple months about our future and where we see it going. Things between us have been getting serious for a long time, but we just put off pulling the trigger on anything until I finished school and found a good job. Now that I am done with school and found a really amazing job, we decided that it was time to start settling down and getting ready for the rest of our lives together. With that being said, when we get back home, we are closing on a beautiful house that we found. We bought a house and we’ll be moved into it by the end of next month.” You said looking to your parents, hoping to be able to read their expressions. Your sister had a smile on her face, already knowing the news. 
Chris grabbed your hand under the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze. You shot him a small smile and looked back at your parents. Your mom had an unreadable expression. She seemed to be going through a lot of things in her mind as she processed everything you had just said. You looked at your dad, hoping to get  a better reaction from him. He stood up from his chair and walked over to the space between you and Chris, and gave you two the most bone crushing hug possible. He whispered a few words of encouragement to you two before letting go and going back to his seat. 
“I’m so happy for you two. This is such a big step in any relationship and it can be really tricky. You seem to be handling it with grace and I’m really proud of you two. I’m sure you have searched high and low for the perfect home for you two, and I already know its going to be beautiful. I hope that once you are all moved in and settled and are ready for guests, you invite us to spend a couple days up there with you. All I ask is that you make sure the Pats are playing so Chris here can show me how you New Englanders party when they play.” Your dad said, looking at your and Chris with such love and admiration. “Not to push or anything, but I hope this house has some extra bedrooms ready for kids whenever you decide you’re ready for them.” He added. 
You chuckled at your dads comment and wiped some tears that fell from your eyes. “Yes, dad, there are plenty of bedrooms for kids. One of the things on our list was it needed to be family friendly. When you see it, you’ll see how perfect it is for a family. But we’re taking it one step at a time and we’ll talk about kids again when we’re ready.” You assured him. He mumbled good and looked over at your mom, who had been silent the entire time. She looked at you when she realized that all eyes were on her. “Mom, are you going to say something to them?” You’re sister chimed in. 
“I didn’t know you guys were really this serious about each other.” She responded. 
“Well after 2 years together I would hope we were serious about being together.” You smirked. 
“I’m sorry for the shit I was giving you earlier, I was just so scared that you were throwing your life away for some guy you were dating. If I had know the depth of it, I wouldn’t have been so harsh. I should’ve listened to you, Y/N. I was just worried about you and worried that he was going to leave you broken and battered. I’m sorry for not giving you more faith, Chris.” She admitted. You and your mom had both stood up and gave each other a long hug. This was the first time in a long time where your mom had been so genuinely happy for you. There was a big family hug, with Chris included. You joked that he was basically a Y/L/N, referring to the joke he had made to you yesterday. 
“Well I do hope that buying a house together means that a wedding is in sight.” Your mom had whispered in your ear. You shot her a look of ‘ I know right?! ‘ and you gave her another hug. Chris winked at you from across the room when you made eye contact. You send him a loving look and mouthed ‘I love you’ to him. He returned the look and mouthed ‘I love you too’ back. You felt butterflies in your stomach and your cheeks heat up. 
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You had gotten ready for bed before Chris had and was all tucked in and ready to sleep by the time he came up to your room. He had stayed downstairs and helped your parents clean up from dinner while you showered and started to unwind. He saw your body on the bed and assumed you had already fallen asleep. You stared at him as he undressed in front of you and admired his amazing body. He caught you staring and shot you a suggestive look as he turned the lights off and went back to get into bed with you.
“We’re not defiling my childhood room by having sex in here. Plus my mom finally came around to our relationship and my dad probably loves you more than I do, so we can’t risk them hearing us.” You whispered as he pressed his body against yours. Your back was pressed against his bare chest and you gripped his forearms as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You turned your head towards him and pressed a kiss onto his lips. He mumbled ‘I love you so much’ between kisses. 
The love that was flowing between your bodies that night was unreal. You spent all night in his arms, exactly where you belonged. 
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rainsnires · 3 years
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51 and please do remember to include the prompt line this time
ur lucky you’re getting a story at all bully >:(
AN YWAYS it took me forever to figure out who to do for this bc yuki/leland is like my only canon ship and I’m sick of writing them rn
eventually I decided to do adam/caleb from the infinite noise since they’re all I care about at the moment - I know you don’t know them but they’re cute trust me
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“Hey, Adam?”
I look up, pulled away from deep concentration on my homework, to see Caleb looking at me with an expression I can only describe as...concern?  Sometimes I feel like it’s just a little bit unfair that Caleb has a superpower that lets him just know whatever I’m feeling, meanwhile I’m stuck trying to piece things together from the outside like everyone else.  I know there are plenty of downsides to Caleb’s ability, but I feel like overall it would make the world a lot less complicated to just know.
“Yeah, what is it?”  I reply casually, kicking my legs idly behind me as I look back at my homework.
“I...”  A pause.  “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Okay, what is it?”
“Can you look at me?”
And I do.  I glance up again, and Caleb looks so serious that my stomach drops instantly.  Oh....so we’re not having a conversation, we’re having a talk.
I sit up on the bed, trying to keep my expression level even though I know there’s no point.
“Okay,” I repeat, folding my arms and angling myself towards him to show that he has my full attention.  “What is it?  Is something wrong?”
“I...” He hesitates again, making that slight frown that I’ve come to know as his ‘words are hard’ face.  “So, you know how I can feel your feelings, right?”
“Woah no way, really?  I had no idea,” I deadpan, and instantly regret it as I see pain flash across his face instead of the laugh I expected to see there.
“Ok, no, I’m sorry,” I backpedal as far as I can, because now it looks like Caleb is on the verge of tears, and I’m having to try hard not to completely panic.  What is happening right now?  Is this...is he about to - what, break up with me?  Tell me it’s been fun, but he’s found someone else, someone who’s not quite so gloom and doom and who’s actually, you know, fun to be around?
“Adam, are you scared of me?”
“What?”
For a moment, I’m at a genuine loss for words, so taken aback by this very much not going in the direction my horror movie producing brain had decided to take it that I can’t quite figure out how to react.
“...What makes you say that?”  I ask at last, hesitant to say anything at all because I have no idea where this came from.
Caleb frowns, and looks down at his hands.
“So, my mom.  Her parents are...”  He hesitates, and I raise an eyebrow, trying to follow his line of thought.  “They’re not good.  They’re actually really like...really fucking bad people, and that’s why they don’t usually come around, because my parents make up excuses not to see them.”
Oh.  Okay...
I still don’t know where he’s going with any of this, but this particular piece of information, although surprising, I at least know how to respond to.
“I’m sorry, that’s awful,” I tell him, and I’m glad I don’t have to try to make my tone genuine for him to pick up on it.
“But they do come around sometimes,” he continues.  “And when they do, my mom gets like...really different.  Don’t get me wrong, she gets sad or scared sometimes, everyone does, but when her parents are around, it’s way stronger.  It’s like this awful thick fog of sadness and fear and loneliness that pushes its way into her and pushes all the other feelings - all her feelings - out.  And she’s never like that otherwise - not that bad, anyway.”
“It sounds like they really hurt her,” I offer, keeping my sympathetic face on as my mind works overtime to figure out how any of this connects.  “And that’s really awful - but what does it have to do with me being afraid of you?”
“Sometimes I can feel your feelings when you don’t know I’m there,” he says, and then cuts me off before I can respond.  “Not in a creepy way, I don’t like, spy on you or anything - “ he rushes to assure me, even though I hadn’t assumed he did.  “But like, when I’m in the room with you and you don’t know it yet, or when you’re in the next classroom over from me.  When I’m not there, your still have all the normal feelings - fear, anger, sadness, happiness, excitement.  But it’s like they’re all...quiet, I guess?  Like someone threw a blanket over them so they’re all covered up and soft and muted.”
“That sounds about right,” I tell him honestly, nodding in confirmation, but not adding onto that, partly because I don’t know what else to say about it, and partly because Caleb is already continuing his train of thought.
“But when I’m there, and we’re hanging out and stuff, it’s different.  Like, way different.  When we’re together, your feelings are all sharp and loud and bright and jagged.  And you’re not usually scared - not really, anyway.  Maybe kind of...nervous sometimes, but when you’re around me, sometimes you feel super scared, like in a big way, and it can be a super overwhelming emotion to feel from you.”
That stings a little.  Caleb has told me before that he likes all my feelings - good and bad - but maybe he’s finally ready to eat his words on that topic.
“Well, I’m sorry being around my feelings sucks so much.”  It’s a petty thing to say, I know that, but Caleb calling my feelings hard to deal with hits just close enough to the quick to make me defensive.
“No, it’s not that!”  Caleb waves his hands, and I glance up, caught off guard by his panicked movements.  “I do like your feelings, whatever they look like, but I mean that they seem worse for you when I’m around, and that’s how it is for my mom when she’s around her parents, and and - “ He breaks off, and I want to say something, anything, to stop this cascade from getting any further, of swallowing him up any more, but he continues before I can even think.  “And I know you’re scared of some of my team because of how they treat you at school, and I know I can get really fucking angry sometimes, but I would never hurt you.  And I never want to do anything to hurt you, so - so if I make you scared, if I make you feel unsafe - I’d rather you tell me so I can leave you alone.  I won’t get mad, I just want you to be happy, and if you’re scared around me - 
“Caleb!”
I interject finally, because Caleb’s voice has grown steadily from hesitant mumbling to full on shouting, and my own heart is racing along with his as I get pulled in, seeing the person I love so much look at me with that much pain on his face.
“Caleb, love, I have never been scared of you.  Ever,” I tell him, reaching forward to grab his hands and clasp them firmly between mine.  “Caleb, look at me.”
He looks up, barely meeting my eyes, and I hold his gaze, determined to show him just how wrong he is.  Now that I think about it, I’m cursing myself for not explaining earlier, because how perfectly tragic is it that Caleb...gentle, kind, harmless Caleb...would assume that he’s the reason I feel so afraid all the time.
“You don’t make me afraid,” I continue, shaking his hand a little to give my words the emphasis they need.  “You make me feel.  And yeah, sometimes that means that I feel more sad or scared around you than I would otherwise, but that’s just because I’m feeling anything at all.  That’s not a given for me like it is for you, and the reason you bring out those bad feelings isn’t because you’re the cause of them, it’s because you bring out all of my feelings.  Good and bad.  You light them up in a way no one else has ever been able to.  You don’t make me feel scared, you make me feel alive.”
Caleb is quiet after that.  He’s quiet so long that I’m beginning to worry I misread this entire situation and gave completely the wrong speech, and I’m about to try and backpedal somehow when he finally breaks the silence.
“...Oh.”  He pauses.  “Well, that’s...good, I...guess.”
Ah...there’s the emotionally stunted boy I fell in love with.  For a minute there, it was looking like I’d lost him for good.
“It is good, right?”  He looks up at me, worried, and I instantly break into a smile that turns into a soft laugh as I shake my head, looking down at our hands, still clasped together.
“Yeah, it’s good,” I laugh, rolling my eyes.  “I like how I feel around you.  Even if it can be more than I’m used to sometimes.”
“Well, I like how I feel around you too,” says Caleb, and we both lie back down, untangling our fingers for a moment as I turn sideways, leaning my head on his chest as he puts his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling.
“Well, good.  That works out then,” I say lightly, and he snorts, tolerating my antics.
“You are such a dork,” he laughs, pulling me closer and ruffling my hair affectionately.
“Shut up.  You love it,” I counter.
“Yeah,” he says, heaving a deep, longsuffering sigh as he moves his free hand to rest on my head.  “Yeah, I guess I do.”
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mainly-kpop · 5 years
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Viagra Series
Jimin
Word count: 3298
Warnings: smut obviously, pill taking, public sex, dickhead!Jimin, praise kink bc it's Jimin duh. Public humiliation
Somethings he said were just too far. So slipping him a pill found in a bathroom, with a little help from a friend, seems like the best bet. What could go wrong?
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90% of his personality was his dick, there was no doubt about that. The way he walked and talked, the way he carried himself. Dick. God knows how people were friends with him, how people hung about him like he wasn’t insufferable. If you cut his dick off, would he be nicer? She wondered what cutting 7 inches off someone’s personality would be like.
‘Can you stop glaring at him across the table, you look fucking crazy.’ Jungkook whispered, tearing her ice cold stare away. She felt Jungkook ease the fork out her hand, placing it down gently on the table. She sighed smiling at the boy beside her. They were the same age, clicking almost instantly. You could find them running about doing, admittedly, the most questionable shit. The older boys probably wished they were more mature together, but everyone knew that wasn’t going to happen.
‘I just fucking hate his face dude, he’s infuriating.’ She spoke uncandidly, not worrying about anyone over hearing. Everyone seemed to be wrapped in their own conversations to even pay attention. Or so she thought.
‘Who’s face do you hate?’ He spoke, attention turning to her. Everyone’s conversations dropped, just to hear this drama. Her icy look returned to Jimin, nails going for the fork before Jungkook whipped it away from her.
‘Yours, obviously.’ She replied, as if she cared what he thought. She hated him and it was known to everyone, they didn’t quite understand why. However, they made effort to keep them apart at all times.
‘Baby, you should put that fork down. It already looks like you’re getting a bit big for that dress.’ He replied, just as bluntly as she had. Returning back to his conversation like the last minute or so never happened. She could feel her blood boiling, the rage burning inside her. The whole table looked at him bewildered, yes they hated each other, but never had he taken it that far. She slid the seat out painfully slow, the tables in the near vicinity turning to look at her. Taking a breath, she let a stiff smile pass across her lips before stomping off to the bathroom. This stupid fucking party wasn’t worth this shit. Why did she have to get dressed up for some stupid Big (s)Hit party, when she wasn’t even part of the business. All busy and important people, crowded around cramped tables, making polite small talk. She sighed, slamming and locking the door behind her, throwing her bag onto the sink. She let a frustrated groan slip past her gritted teeth. He was a dick, a massive fucking insufferable dick.
‘That was fucking out of order Jimin.’ Jungkook lectured, standing up too, ready to follow his best friend.
‘I don’t know why you stand up for her so much, she’s not that special. Her pussy must be top class I guess.’ He shrugged, not caring who of these classy business men heard. Jungkooks eyes narrowed, hoping to god his band mate could feel the pain he was inflicting on him with his mind.
‘For your fucking information, we aren’t fucking. We never have been, she’s just a really fucking good person. You would know that if you weren’t such a cunt.’ Jimin stood up defensively on the other side, Jin standing quickly slamming a hand down on the table.
‘Jungkook go after her, and watch your fucking language. Jimin sit the fuck down, you don’t have a leg to stand on here.’ Jimin threw himself back down in his seat, foot colliding with the table leg. Jungkook gave him one more glare before storming off to the bathroom.
‘Y/N, it’s me let me in.’ The door opened, he pushed his body through the little gap she made. He placed his ass on the counter, sighing.
‘What the fuck does he think he’s about, I mean- wait, you don’t look mad.’ She smiled, lifting herself up onto the counter beside him. A little packet resting between her fingers, tapping lightly against the tip of her middle finger.
‘What are those?’ Jungkook asked, only ever so slightly terrified of the response. She snorted, handing him the little slither of plastic. Reading the name he snorted, passing them back to her.
‘I found them on the counter. Clearly one of these business men were expecting to get lucky.’ She whispered, popping one of them out and looking at it, throwing it in the air and catching it swiftly.
‘But that doesn’t explain why you’re not pissed about Jimin anymore. I mean what he said was out of order, everyone is mad at him.’
‘So do you want to help me get revenge? If he can embarrass me so candidly in public, let’s do the same to him.’ She spoke, thrusting the little pill into his hand. He took a second to look between her and the pill, she couldn’t be serious. Then he thought about it properly, in reality it was only a boner, he was only going to be publicly embarrassed. Its nothing he hasn’t done to her. He smirked, devious smile painting his lips gripping the pill in the palm of his hand. They left at the same time, getting weird looks from old men and posh women. Jungkook placed his hand on her lower back, leading her to her seat. She sat down fixing her dress, Namjoon apologising for Jimin.
‘You owe her an apology, dick head.’ Jungkook whispered in his ear, using it as a distraction to drop the pill in his drink, it fizzed quicker than he thought, stepping away to sit in his own seat.
Jimin looked at her across the table, her death glare still set on him. Fuck he felt like an asshole, there’s things you don’t say to people, no matter how much you’re trying to hurt them. He tipped his drink back, giving himself whatever liquid courage he could find.
‘Can I speak to you for a second, alone?’ He whispered, bending down to her level making sure to keep eye contact. She sighed, rolling her eyes. Giving Jungkook one last look, she stood from her chair following him out the room.
‘Listen I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-‘
‘It doesn’t matter whether you meant it or not. You said it, think of something better than “I didn’t mean it”. That’s a bullshit apology.’ She quipped quickly, not letting him spout off the usual rehearsed one. He sighed running his hand through his hair in frustration, he didn’t know what to say now. He felt a stir in his stomach, causing him to roll his neck, letting his eyes flutter closed. Why now? He tried to focus, to direct his attention to anything but his growing erection. It proved futile however, the tent in his pants becoming more and more obvious. He growled deep in his throat, turning on his heel and heading for the bathroom. He didn’t lock the door behind him, too bothered about getting rid of this stupid fucking boner.
She stood baffled for a moment. Why the fuck did he just storm off like that? Why would he try to apologise then storm off, what was his game? She huffed rolling her eyes and storming towards the closed door, yanking the handle harshly before letting herself in the room. He wasn’t against the sinks so she assumed he was in the stall.
‘Why the fuck would you storm off like that? Like what the hell is your problem with me Jimin? I tried so hard for so long, your harmless pranks and witty remarks became too much, you’re such an asshole you know that?’ She ranted openly, she heard nothing coming from the stall bar some heavy breaths and whimpering, was he crying? She pushed at the stall door, locked, of course.
‘Jimin let me in for fuck sake, or at least come out. We need to deal with this properly.’ He rolled his eyes, letting his dick go, sighing loudly. He slipped the lock open, letting the door slowly swing open. She gasped at the sight before her. His skin that was on show glistened with a light sheen of sweat, trousers and boxers draped messily around his ankles. His head was thrown back, lips parted, eyes half closed, hand wrapped tightly around his dick.
‘You just gonna stand there opening and closing your mouth like a fish? Do me a favour sweetheart, lock the fucking door and help me out here.’ Her mouth clamped shut, her fingers quickly but shakily locking the door. What was she supposed to do now, it’s not like she could just get on her knees in the stall. Realising slightly too late, she should have left. Let him lock the door himself.
‘You’re a lot bigger than I thought Jimin, you know with your height and all...’ She spoke, brash words cutting the air. It was only fair after what he said to her. A dark chuckle sounded behind her, his fingers sliding along her shoulder.
‘How about we get you out of that dress, show you exactly what I can do, hmm?’ He questioned, lust dripping from every word. He stood behind her trousers forgotten in the stall, boxers now covering himself. She shrugged, pulling down the zipper with ease.
‘Sure why not, since you don’t like me in it anyway.’ The words stinging his ears, grabbing her shoulders he turned her to look at him. His thumb grazed her cheek, her eyes shifting up to look at him.
‘I only said that to annoy you. In reality, you look so fucking good I can’t resist any longer. I can’t focus on conversations, all I can focus on is your laugh. I can’t deal with Jungkook being so close to you, because I want it to be me. I want you so fucking bad.’ He whispered, the softness in his voice in deep contrast to the words he spouted. She searched his eyes for a lie, he was a liar, he had to be. He furrowed his eyebrows, giving up on waiting for an answer, instead slamming his lips to hers. If she wouldn’t vocalise it she would show it. She stood stunned for a minute, the softness of his lips on hers, man they were so soft. He bit down on her bottom lip bringing her back to reality, she kissed back returning all the hunger he was dishing out.
‘Fuck.’ He muttered against her lips, a little whine bubbling in her throat. His hands trailed over the silk fabric of her dress, enjoying the sensation under his fingertips. She moaned against his lips as his hands rested on her ass, squeezing gently.
‘Take it off baby.’ He whispered, kissing softly down her jawline, nibbling when he reached her earlobe. The fabric slipped past her shoulders, tickling the skin on her arms as it slid so effortlessly down her body. He stood back admiring her body, the only underwear she had was a pair of lace panties. He smirked, tugging one of her nipples between his fingers. Her head rolled back, a breathy moan slipping between her lips.
‘No bra, and look at those panties. We’re you expecting something tonight?’ She groaned, yes. That was the simple answer she was expecting to get lucky. Jungkook promised there was going to be lots of successful and attractive men here. He failed to mention the successful were old, and the attractive were married.
‘Jungkook promised me successful men, he failed to mention ages.’ She replied, breathing laboured due to his roaming hands, and the way he was still playing with her nipple. She heard a genuine laugh escape Jimin’s lips, the smile lasting long after the giggle died.
‘Typical Kookie, but hey, not to toot my own horn but I think I’m pretty successful. I guess I’m not so bad in the looks department either.’ He commented, taking his fingers off her nipple. He lifted her with ease onto the counter, replacing his fingers with his lips, making her push her chest into him.
‘I think you’ll do.’ She mumbled, his lips detaching with a pop. He raised an eyebrow, tutting at her. His fingers trailed up her inner thigh, resting quickly on the wet spot of her panties.
‘You’ll have to do better praise wise baby. Or all you’ll get is punishments.’ He growled, suddenly very serious. ‘So will you make me feel as good as I can make you? Or...’ He trailed off, slipping her panties to the side rubbing his finger through her arousal. Gathering enough on his finger, he slipped it between her lips. ‘Am I going to have to punish you?`
‘No punishments, I’ll be so good for you I promise.’ She whimpered, his finger dripping in her arousal, now perched between her lips. She gave it a suck, cleaning it for him. He hummed in approval, slipping her panties down her hips, letting her flick them off. Their lips connected in a messy kiss, both nipping at each others lips any chance they got.
‘Jimin, fuck me please. I need it so bad.’ She whimpered, deciding they didn’t have time for foreplay, someone was probably already looking for them. He groaned into her mouth, slipping his boxers easily down his ass, kicking them in the same direction of her panties.
‘Fuck, Jimin its so big, please.’ She whined, letting every shred of self control go. He smirked, enjoying the begging and the praise. Sucking air through her teeth to suppress a moan, he rubbed the tip across her clit. He relished in the sound of her gasps, every time he so much as grazed her she whimpered. He took pleasure in the wet sounds between her thighs, the sound of his dick moving against her. It had him twitching to enter, so he did.
The moans she released were porn worthy. He slapped a hand over her mouth, muting her for any passers by, his own grunt as he bottomed out filtering through her ears. She adjusted to the stretch, walls tightening to urge him into moving. He groaned forehead falling forward into her chest, breath fanning against her nipple.
He pulled out slightly, snapping his hips back into her. Her eyes rolled back, a lewd moan slipping out her mouth past his fingers. He halted his hips, grabbing her chin forcing her eyes to his.
‘Baby, unless you got something filthy to whisper to me, keep it down. Don’t want us getting caught now do you?’ She shook her head, truthfully she really didn’t want to get caught. How was she supposed to keep quiet though with his hips snapping like that. Jimin groaned, finger tracing between their bodies, paying attention to her nipples before finding its rightful place. His thumb grazed against her clit, a muffled whimper escaping through her lips.
‘Fuck Jimin, it feels so good. So big, fuck I’m so close.’ She keened, melting her body into his as much as she could. His thumb rubbed rougher and faster circles into her clit. His lips sat close to her ear, whispering praises into her ear as she whispered them back.
‘Jimin I’m cumming, fuck yes right there!’ She screamed, a little bit louder than Jimin needed from her right now. His free hand clamped over her mouth once more, dick thrusting into her at the same speed his thumb moved over her clit. She came with a rather loud scream, back arching towards his body. Jimin let out a moan, thrusting as much as he could into her. He let his eyes trail to where their bodies connected. Watching himself disappear inside of her, her arousal dripping off his dick quickly became his undoing. She felt him twitch inside her, he came inside with a whimper.
‘Fuck you did so well.’ She praised, running her fingers through his hair. He chuckled, pulling out slowly, the sensitivity making him wince.
‘You didn’t do so bad yourself sweetheart.’ He spoke helping her off the counter, onto bambi legs. He giggled, doubling over at her attempt to walk.
‘Shut up idiot this is your doing!’ She complained, walking to the toilet stall to clean herself up.
‘I mean, if you hadn’t slipped me a mystery pill, I wouldn’t have needed you for this.’ He replied cockily. He knew, of course he fucking knew. She asked Jungkook for fucking help.
‘You, uh, you knew about that?’ She questioned, there was no point in hiding it now.
‘Honey, it was good in theory, horrible in practice. In other words little Kookie isn’t as discreet as he thinks.’ She sucked her teeth, stepping out the stall. Stepping into the dress she shimmied it up her body, Jimin already standing fully dressed. She casted a glance back to Jimin, waiting for him to zip her back up.
‘So if you saw him put the pill in your drink why did you drink it?’ He pondered the question for a second, kissing her shoulder as the zip reached the top.
‘As much as you hate me, I know you wouldn’t try and hurt me. You wouldn’t risk the other guys friendships. Also sorry, for um, everything.’ He mumbled. It was true, no matter how much she seemed to hate him she wouldn’t risk losing the other guys just for revenge. The sorry is what caught her off guard however, making her halt putting her shoe on.
‘Hold on what?’ she stood, flabbergasted. He scratched the back of his neck, running a hand nervously through his hair.
‘I’m uh, I’m sorry. I know I took it too far way back then. I just I liked you a lot, but you were always so quick witted and sassy. I thought the best way to get to you was through pranks and comments. Turns out it only drove you further away from me.’ His confession took her completely by surprise. True the syrup in her shampoo AND conditioner bottles was maybe a step too far. Just before a date no less. She shuddered thinking back to it, it took her 4 hours to stop feeling sticky.
‘It’s okay, I realise I’m not the most fun person to be around sometimes. Especially after, well you know.’ He knew, he knew all too well. That girl still doesn’t look his way. Ever.
‘I didn’t mind you cock blocking me, but did you really have to say “jimineee your mummy is outside to pick you up” like that?’ He cringed reliving the whole moment.
‘I was so drunk! Shut up!` She groaned, putting her shoe on after slapping his chest.
‘Okay, let’s move past it shall we?’ He proposed opening his arm for a cuddle, she rolled her eyes settling into them. She cleared her throat stepping back, straightening out her dress.
‘Okay, how do I look?’ She questioned, looking him up and down.
‘You don’t look like you just had your brains fucked out, if that’s what you’re asking of course.’ She sighed muttering “you never change” under her breath before slipping out before him.
‘Where the hell have you been?’ Jungkook asked as she re-joined the table, watching Jimin walk back over too.
‘Oh just uh, talking to Jimin.’ She replied casually, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Doing her best to busy her hands.
‘Talking or fucking.’ He muttered in her ear. ‘Because I see no boner on him, and a nice little mark on your neck.’ She blushed crimson, Jimin staring her down like he was ready for round two. Meanwhile she had Jungkook in her ear tutting. ‘Naughty girl y/n, and in public too, I hope he punished you.’ She didn’t need to look to know he was smirking, the heat between her thighs budding again. Fuck, what was happening here
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nad-zeta · 4 years
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(Part 1) Hi hi could I ask for a match up? I'm an ISFP and Sagittarius. I can be goofy and sarcastic when I'm with people I'm comfortable with. I tend to be quiet and serious when I'm with strangers/focusing on my work. I'm also somewhat of a smol and violent person that knows how to defend herself lol. My intuition to judge someone bc off their vibes are usually correct but even so I can be dense when it comes to romance or basic needs. I don't even notice cuts I get till a day later lol
Hehe lolz now I know your secret identity! Anyways thanx for the request love! I hope you enjoy it! And I hope you are staying safe and well!
So I match you with………………………. Masamune
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The first time the two of you interact was when he had a sword at your throat, asking you who you were and where you were from. You were shook! This man must be a complete psycho. You managed to get out your name, reiterating the story you had told Mitsunari and Nobunaga about you coming from the future. You low key thought he wasn’t going to believe you and just kill you. You were surprised, however, when he just shrugged, seethed his sword, and welcomed you to the past. The two of you chatted for a bit, and then he just left. He was definitely a rollercoaster mixed with the winds of a wild hurricane
The two of you are out in the market, joking and chatting. Masamune had visited you a few times since, and the two of you were now best buds. Masa made it his personal mission to show you 500 cool things from the past. The two of you went to a famous teahouse, well, according to Masa anyways. The place was packed, and the aroma of tea and baked goods filled the air. Masamune left you for a few minutes to go order the two of you tea. When all of a sudden, some total perv started hitting on you. You ignored him best you could and just waited for Masa to come back, but this creepo was not getting the hint. That’s when you lost your temper. You stood up abruptly; all eyes were now on the two of you. You told him if he muttered one more word to you, you would not be liable for the consequences. Needless to say, the creepo perv just kept talking to you; that’s when you grabbed his arm and flipped him. Once he was on the ground, you held his arm and placed your foot between his shoulder blades. This guy had pissed you off so much; you wished nothing more than to break his arm in two.
Masamune went to the counter to order the two of you some tea. He heard a commotion behind him and quickly turned around to see what was happening. His ocean blue eye widened in surprise as he had caught the exact moment that you had taken down some sleazy looking dude and now looked like you were going to pop his arm out its socket. Masa’s crystal blue eye gleamed in delight, he knew you were going to be a lot of fun. You had promised to surprise him, and seeing you flip a guy three times your size went beyond a surprise. He Leisurely walked over to you, holding the two teas in his hands. He couldn’t help but grin at you like a mad man. “Looks like you handled that all on your own kitten, you definitely are an amusing lass.” Masamune defused the situation by handing you your tea and grabbing you by the waist. He led you outside so the two of you could sit together and drink tea in the sun. Cue masa teasing the shit out of you for being smol but feisty. The two of you spent the rest of the tea date goofily making jokes and drinking tea.
One day while the two of you were out in the market, you heard a pleading cry for help. You stopped looking around, trying to locate the source of the sound. You and Masamune were on your way to your favorite tea house to chill and goof off work for a while. You carried on walking when you heard the sound again, you stopped abruptly and pulled Masa’s sleeve to get him to stop as well. He peered into your eyes questioningly, when finally, he to had heard what had brought you to a stop. It sounded like a cat in pain. You looked at him pleadingly. Masa simply gave you a dazzling smile, “Alright, lass, let’s go and find the poor kitten.” The two of you continued to listen while you walked, trying to locate the cat in need. Masa then stopped in front of a shop, you looked up at him, and he nodded his head in the direction of the shop. It was a shop that sold animal fur. The two of you walked around the shop, pretending to browse. You were feeling sick to your stomach, looking at the various animal rugs and coats. You had heard the sound again, coming from the back. You snuck to the backroom while the store owner was conversing with Masamune, and what you saw made you so angry. A baby tiger sitting chained up in a tiny cage, he looked so hungry and thirsty. You gave him some water, and some food from a bento meant to be delivered to Mitsunari. Your heart broke in two just, looking at the poor guy, and just as you were about to set the little cub free, the owner walked into the backroom with Masamune. Needless to say, the man was not happy that some random girl was in the back; luckily for you, Masamune covered for you. The two of you pretended to be in a relationship. The shop owners continued his conversation with Masamune about intending to turn the little cub into a small rug. Masamune’s face was stone cold; he shook the owner’s hand and asked if he could think about it. The two of you then left the store; you were on the verge of tears when Masa gave you a daring smile and said, “Let’s plan a jailbreak over tea.” You couldn’t help but instantly light up in happiness. The two of you met Mitsunari at the tea house to give him the bento, poor boy hadn’t eaten since breakfast the day before. Although the poor boy just had to settle for half a bento, oops, you couldn’t help wanting to help a tiger in need. The two of you had told Mitsunari precisely what had just gone down at the fur shop, and Mitsunari’s eyes lit up; he definitely wanted to help. So, the three of you planed the cub’s daring escape over tea and dumplings.
The three of you went back to the store, but this time Masamune and Mitsunari would act as a distraction while you snuck through the back to set the cub free. The little guy was so happy; it started purring when it saw you come back for him. You whispered that he had to be quiet and not move until you could open the cage and set him free. You waited by the door for Mitsunari to swipe the cage and chain keys from the shops counter. Mitsunari appeared with the keys moments later; he said that the two you had to hurry as Masamune was starting to lose his patience with the shop owner. The two of you opened the cage door and undid all the chains. The little tiger cub leaped into your arms, licking you happily. You and Mitsunari snuck back out the back of the store with the cub gladly in your arms. Mitsunari went to the front of the store to signal Masamune that the cub had been safely extracted. Masamune left midway through the owner’s conversation. The three of you walked back to the palace wearing big smiles for a plan well executed. The next obstacle, however, would be to get mom and dad’s approval to keep the new pet. Dad Nobunaga’s approval was easy to get with enough bags of candy, but mama Yoshi was a bit trickier.
Guess who just so happened to be waiting at the gate for the three of you to arrive home safe. Hideyoshi was not pleased by the fact that you guys had brought a wild animal home with you. That is until you and Mitsunari explained the situation. Hideyoshi was still not happy, but he did also have a soft spot for animals. Plus, the fact that Masamune offered to care for it sweetened the deal, as Hideyoshi thought perhaps this would help ground Masamune a bit more. The three of you were so happy when Mama Yoshi agreed. The baby tiger was now sleeping peacefully in Masamune’s arms. The arms of his new dad. You visited Masa every day to play with the little cub, even feeding it and taking it for walks. Masamune had also grown fond of the little thing, but what made him most happy was the fact that he got to see you every day.
Your friendship slowly but surely began to morph into a full-blown relationship with the one-eyed dragon. You don’t have to even worry about being dense about romance or Masa’s basic needs cause Masamune is a very forward guy and tells you exactly what he wants and how he is feeling. He loves his lil kitten and will spoil you rotten. He will put so much love and effort into making sweets for you to share on your tea dates. This boy loves your drawings and writings and will often steal them straight out of your sketchbook and hang them up in his room, displayed for all to see. He loves receiving letters from you when he is off fighting. He will send you back poems of how much he misses you
All and all, you are the cutest couple around, always having fun and joking around. Whenever the two of you are together, lots of laughs and good times follow. The two of you could often be found playing with your lil tiger cub or cuddled in each other’s arms, just enjoying a lazy day together.
Other Potential matches..................Nobunaga 
Thanx Love; hope you enjoyed it!
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babywarg · 5 years
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For the drpepperony prompts: so basically sickfic. Stephen and Tony absolutely freaking out over Pepper getting sick or smth and they panic, get a bit too much and hover, but Pepper doesn't mind bc they're usually the ones who get hurt and taken care of anyway so its a nice(?) change of pace. she likes having her boys with her to cuddle when she's feeling horrible even if they have a tendency to overreact sometimes. love your writing btw! and thanks for getting me into this OT3 💖
Hi anon! I have to post this very quickly and run, so I hope there are no major errors! Title to follow later, too. And I really hope you like it 💗
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Tony had the night shift. But he had an important dinner meeting for Stark Industries, which he was attending on behalf of the CEO, who was on sick leave, so he had to take care of that first.
His big secret was that he had, in fact, skipped that meeting, so that he could take care of the CEO on sick leave.
At home.
Where she was already being cared for by their husband.
Yes, she had enough help. Perhaps the best help in the world.
But right now, there was no other place Tony wanted to be.
His first stop was the kitchen. He took the better part of an hour learning how to make chicken noodle soup from Google, YouTube, and his own intuition.
As soon as he was done, he didn’t even bother tasting it. He walked out of the kitchen with a small bowl and a soup spoon in his hands. If Pepper wanted more, he had a whole pot of it on the stove.
And he walked up to Pepper’s bedroom.
The door was closed, but unlocked, as he expected. He made it a point to knock, all the same.
When he opened the door, he saw that Stephen was there with Pepper, as he expected.
But he was sitting on a chair reading a book. Reading.
While their spouse was in bed with her nose bright red, sniffling miserably as she worked through her (fourth? Fifth?) box of tissues for the day.
Tony inwardly seethed. He would have been more attentive. He would have spent all of the day shift with her, if he’d known that Stephen was just going to sit uselessly like that. And if only he hadn’t been needed at that damn meeting...
Their jerkwad husband looked up at him lazily.
“You’re early,” Stephen purred with infuriating calm, then glanced at the bowl Tony was holding. "What's that?"
"Chicken noodle," Tony jovially answered.
Stephen frowned. "She had chicken noodle soup for lunch," he disclosed.
"She had your chicken noodle soup for lunch." Tony tossed his chin up. "Mine's better. The real deal. This is going to get her off that bed and back in her dancing shoes in no time."
"She's had dinner."
"It's okay," Pepper answered weakly, diffusing the tension between her two spouses. “People with flu could always use a bit more liquid, right?”
Tony beamed, and brought the soup over to Pepper. Stephen looked on warily.
Pepper promptly started choking on the first spoonful.
"Is there...cough syrup in this??"
Okay, uh...Tony wasn’t entirely prepared for that reaction.
"It was” - he cleared his throat - "cherry-flavored, not strawberry, I thought it would make a nice..."
"Yeah." Pepper set the whole kit and caboodle down on the bedstand. "My throat still hurts a little bit, so..."
"I'll take care of it." Stephen picked up the bowl and stood. Then, he asked Tony: "Wanna come with?"
"And leave Pep here all alone?" Tony challenged.
"She's not going anywhere," Pepper answered, touching his arm reassuringly. "Please go...it would be nice to have a little 'me' time. You know. While I'm sick and all."
Tony softly traced her jawline with the side of his forefinger.
"Back soon, hun," he said to her.
She smiled up at him, caught his hand and leaned against it for a few seconds.
(Pepper was such a different creature when sick, Tony noted with fondness: in top form, she was always in control. Always so strong, so graceful.
The sight of this baggy-eyed, snot-faced, scraggly-haired, helpless creature was so strange. So compelling. It filled up his heart.)
She let him go. He planted a kiss on her hair before he left.
 ***
Stephen dumped the soup into the “organic waste” bin as soon as he set foot in the kitchen.
Not only that, he levitated the pot off the stove, and dumped all of its contents into the bin, as well.
"Oh you asshole," Tony said softly, completely without judgment. Really, he would’ve done the same.
"Okay," Stephen breathed out, "you only try to cook for either one of us when you're hiding something upsetting. So spill."
Tony ignored the “try to” part of the sentence, and instead sputtered, "Something upsetting?? I -- you -- I don't -- "
"Let's try this, for starters,” Stephen impatiently interrupted. “How'd the meeting go?"
Tony found himself tongue-tied. It was those eyes. Those magic eyes. Could see through anything.
"You might as well tell me,” Stephen said in a slightly less hostile tone. “Pep's going to ask as soon as we get back in that room."
Goddamn. Those eyes + that voice + that motherfucking conviction got him every time.
Tony fought against the urge to not lie, until a few seconds later, when he well and truly caved.
"I bailed," he might have said more loudly than he’d intended. "Okay? I pretended I had to use the bathroom, then I snuck out and called an Uber."
Stephen sighed pityingly (and a little judgingly). “Oh Tony...”
"Meetings are boring as shit, Stephen, you know this. And I kept worrying about Pepper all the while."
Stephen shook his head.
"She's going to flip," he warned Tony.
"I know she is, that's why we're not going to tell her." Tony sighed as well, but in exasperation. "By the way, Happy's going to flip, too; he's still waiting outside the meeting venue with the car."
He thought Stephen was going to bombard him with a lecture - wouldn’t be the first time. To be perfectly honest, it was part of why he loved both Pepper and Stephen, Tony told himself: they kept him in line, as best they could.
They didn’t let him spiral out of control.
But instead, Stephen thought for a long second, took a deep breath, then asked, "Is the meeting still going on?"
Tony blinked. "Think so, it’s only been like - an hour and thirty minutes..."
"You just have to be there, right?"
Tony shrugged.
Stephen let a low groan out of his throat, then nodded.
He closed his eyes tightly. Tony felt something happen - but he didn’t know what.
"There," Stephen presently announced, opening his eyes. "You're at the meeting, unusually quiet throughout the whole thing...and when the meeting ends, you're going to say your gracious goodbyes, and climb into Happy's car - where you're going to promptly disappear, like the illusion that you are."
Tony blinked, again.
"Wha--seriously?" You’re letting me get away with this? And helping me...?
Stephen smirked. "Do you want me to open a scrying plate over a frying pan so I can show you?"
Not really, you smug bastard, I trust you, Tony thought affectionately.
"No." He stepped up closed to Stephen. "I already know you're all sorts of amazing."
He reached up for a genuinely appreciative kiss, which Stephen returned.
As they broke apart, however, Stephen frowned at him.
"Don’t get used to it," he warned. "I only did that because I don’t want Pepper to worry. She doesn’t need the stress. If she asks, we’re going to tell her the meeting went great.”
“Absolutely,” Tony said, completely placated.
Stephen smiled, then leaned down for another quick peck.
“Now,” he pronounced, “let's see to our patient."
 ***
When they got back up to the room, Pepper was asleep.
Snoring softly through her half-open mouth and clogged nostrils.
“First time she’s slept all day,” Stephen pointed out.
“Probably because you hovered the entire time,” Tony countered.
Stephen glared at him. “Excuse you, I am a doctor,” he snapped. “I monitor, I do not hover.”
Tony snorted, then moved toward the bed.
Stephen’s eyebrows shot up. “And what do you think you’re doing?”
“I skipped out on a big meeting so I can cuddle with my sick wife,” he whispered over his shoulder. “It’s gonna happen.”
Despite Stephen’s objections, Tony slid into bed beside Pepper. As careful as he was, his movements woke her up.
“Hi,” she greeted, as if he had just come home. “How was the meeting?”
Stephen stared at Tony. Tony ignored him.
“It went great, honey,” he answered, wrapping an arm around her. “That contract is in the bag.”
“That’s wonderful,” she said weakly, still sniffling. She cuddled up close to him. “You’re wonderful.”
Tony beamed. Watching his two most beloved people embracing so fondly, Stephen couldn’t help but smile.
“Stephen’s wonderful, too,” Pepper remembered to say. “Got me everything I needed, without leaving my side all day.”
“Not even to cook that famous chicken noodle soup of his?” Tony joked.
“What can I say? I’m an expert in being in more than one place at a time,” Stephen answered, with a sharp and knowing look that promptly shut Tony up.
Pepper motioned to Stephen, then to the empty side of the bed. Stephen knew what that meant.
Gently, he lowered himself down beside Pepper. Warm and snug between the two men she loved, Pepper drew out a contented sigh.
“You two are so good to me,” she murmured.
“Well, you’re good to us, love,” Tony replied. “When we’re sick, you’re the one who looks after us. We’re just returning the favor.”
She chuckled softly. “Should be sick more often, I think...”
“You better not be,” Stephen whispered sternly. “Either of you. Doctor’s orders.”
“And miss out on all this attention, Doc?” Pepper leaned the side of her head against his. “Wait...it’s getting late. And Tony’s home. Isn’t it time you went back to the Sanctum?”
Stephen hesitated. “I...think I’d like to stay like this a bit longer. If that’s okay.”
Tony snorted. “Course it’s all right, dummy. You can stay all night, if you want.”
“Mm,” Stephen said, snuggling up closer to Pepper, so that his hand met Tony’s across her warm body. “I just might take you up on that.”
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sharkmobster · 5 years
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spider verse coffee shop au??
Anon im sorry i wanted to draw the coffeeshop au but ive been so tired lately so imma just overshare about what goes down bc this au is just (thick tombstone voice) : “everybody’s traumatized bitch lets get you a latte”
 • this au is incredibly villain centric bc uhhhhh all i do is think about villains
 • its also very aaron davis centric bc time to project my anxiety onto a grown ass man babey!!
 • anyway this takes place in a normal world where there’s no superheros or avengers or what have you, everyone’s super average 
• like i said this is more or less aaron centric and focuses on him readjusting to society and making connections with other people, and just healing in general. Aaron’s whole deal is that he was wrongfully arrested for defending himself against an off duty cop who was harassing him and ended up with a 10 year sentence  (but was let off a year earlier for good behaviour). He’s got a lot of guilt bc of this if only for the fact that he feels like he let down his brother and Miles (who was a small lad at the time).
 • Fun Fact! Jefferson was the one that picked up Aaron at the jail when he served out his sentence! The ride back to brooklyn was awkward! but also jefferson loves his brother and even tho they’ve had their falling outs he never once stopped believing that his brother was innocent. Jefferson also made sure to pull some strings and ended up getting an apartment set up for Aaron (even though jefferson and rio were 100% down to open their home to him for as long as it took him to get back onto his feet but of course aaron denied them bc he didnt want to be a burden) Aaron’s grateful but he tends to avoid his own family…a lot….
• it’s ridiculously hard to find a job bc nobody wants to hire an ex convict no matter the circumstances and Aaron’s legitimately about to lose hope when he spots an expensive looking shop nestled in between an old arcade and a knick knack shop
 • ‘Vanessa’s Cafe’ is neatly printed above the door in fancy gold lettering. it’s obvious that the owner has serious cash bc the shop looks too damn good and too well maintained to be a regular mom and pop shop. there’s a help wanted sign hastily scribbled on a piece of notebook paper in the middle of the window which is odd since it off sets the professional vibe of the place. But hey it’s worth a shot so Aaron walks in ready to be denied another job only to find the weirdest looking group of people he’s ever seen.
 • The first guy that catches his attention is the very large albino man who looks way too stressed out and manic to be working in a coffeeshop, but the job must pay well because he’s very well dressed.
 • “Liv, for fuck’s sake! Clean your goddamn station!” he’s whisper shouting? Is that even a thing? oh look at that he’s got a full set of razor sharp teeth. huh. that’s a hell of an aesthetic he’s going for.
 • The lady in question isn’t even giving him the time of day, just enthralled by her phone with a smile that looks too peaceful given what’s happening around her. She’s got wild hair tied up messily in a knitted bandana, weird glasses (custom made??) and when she glances up at aaron, her eyes widen in interest like he’s some anomaly to be cracked open. aaron looks anywhere that isnt the wild eyed lady at the counter.
• Theres another big guy that’s hanging around the back, heavily tattooed and lifting stacks of heavy boxes. Aaron takes notice of his prosthetic hand and the tattoo guy takes notice of Aaron. 
• “Lonnie. Customer.” The Tattoo guy seems nonplussed about Aaron and walks into the back. aaron assumes that he’s offended him by staring at his prosthetic for longer than necessary which yeah….yeah he’s probably not happy about the staring. 
 • lonnie’s got a bad case of resting bitch face so he’s glaring at aaron without actually glaring and he’s just rough around ALL the edges so his tones got that nice bite to it as he shouts from across the counter (which is not something you do to a customer but it’s lonnie…..)  "Hey! Ya looking for a job, skinny jeans?!“
 • Aaron blanches at the idea of working with these people but he is absolutely desperate for a job at this point.
 •"Yeah. I just got out of-”
 •"Great, you’re hired! We’re speed running this whole introduction thing, string bean.“
 •and that’s all i got other than like small details like:
 •Peter B Parker owns a ”“’'cafe”“” across from Vanessa’s and its literally just a burger joint that h a p p e n s to sell coffee and Parker will fight you if you call his place a deli ahdhdj
 •Liv and May are dating (big shock) and peter b has to constantly deal with seeing his competition over at his place all the time and it’s yikes
 • Tombstone and Noir will 100% throw hands on contact. They don’t hate each other tho??? Its weird they just like to fight. gives them a chance to work on their banter i guess. Noir works the coffee machine at Peter’s “'cafe”’ so i guess he’s the “”barista”” of the joint but he drinks the coffee more than the customers do
 • Miles and the rest of the spider kids “”“”“"intern”“”“” at the cafe which basically translates to free labor
 •  spider ham works there but he isnt a pig he’s just john mulaney. i know its weird. nobody actually sees him tho so he’s a complete mystery as to what he looks like so he could be john mulaney you never know. the only person who’s seen him is noir and that’s only bc they’re  a thing???
 •oh speaking of everyone being gay:  everyone’s gay
 • Lonnie and Gargan (tombstone and scorpion) are 100% dating but everyone legitimately thinks that the both of them are straight old men despite the fact that they live together, go to work together, hang out afterwards together, and they’re just always together
 • lonnie’s  daughter (janice)  visits every other week (def the product of a divorce he went through years ago) she’s alright with gargan but she’s very distant towards her dad and def has that teen angst phase that she’s going through
 • (lonnie can and will talk to you for hours about how much he loves and supports his daughter despite the fact that their relationship is very estranged)
 • you can find janice hanging out with the cute blond punk girl at that weird burger/coffee place across the street
 • oh gargan’s big and strong despite the fact that he’s missing three limbs, liv works in robotics on the side and constantly tweaks and repairs his prosthetics when they start acting up which leads to them having this weird friendship where they both borrow each other when they need something and dont really expect anything in return (like gargan’s good for getting her supplies and doing heavy lifting when she needs it and liv’s always down to run check ups on gargan)
 • oh yeah liv used to be a scientist but immediately lost her license and phd when she started going above some board members heads to buy less than legal things through super illegal sources
.• that’s another thing, kingpin tends to just hire ex cons and criminals to work in his cafe just bc he believes that a person willing to work hard to better themselves deserves a chance to re enter society again.
 • like they’ve all done bad things but still ended up with a job at the cafe. aaron fought a cop, liv did some shady deals for an illegal experiment, gargan used to run a drug ring years ago due to personal reasons but once he was free from jail he never dealt with the stuff again, and lonnie killed a dude (allegedly. he never went to jail bc they couldn’t prove anything but hey word spread around quick and everyone knew not to go anywhere near this guy)
 • kingpin is in this au btw he’s just……a very depressed man who’s still grieving over his wife and son dying in a car accident
.• he rarely shows up to run the cafe bc its too much for him being in the place that his wife loved and built up from the ground. he used to be the manager after she died but couldn’t handle it and mostly left lonnie to take care of it
• which holy fuck lonnie is trying his best to keep this cafe alive and well and there’s only two other people working there so like its enough to have him scrambling all over the place trying to find more help (thanks aaron)
 •miles doesn’t know aaron’s working at the cafe across the street and aaron def wants it that way bc even tho he’s out of jail he hasn’t actually……visited miles yet….. it’s the shame that’s keeping aaron from reaching out to him which is….sad bc miles doesn’t care what happened he just wants his uncle back.
 • oh oh one more thing RIPeter used to run the deli across the street but had to leave brooklyn to go volunteer at homeless shelters across the states indefinitely so theres no telling when he’ll be back, so he left the cafe under the guidance of pb parker (peter b parker voice: my cafe now)
 •and uhhh thats all i got, like i said this au is just found family trope + the healing we all want + bad people getting redemption which is all the tropes that i love all compacted together in the most cliche au you can imagine!
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schreichters · 5 years
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i think it’s like. i have trouble thinking of specific ways in which lucas’s journey w/ his gender presentation/femininity can be interwoven into s3 because #1 i don’t know if there’s TIME for that kind of extensive self reflection + all the other plot that gets covered, and #2 i want a lot of it to happen when he’s already with dutch even but they aren’t fully together till the end of the season, and #3 i guess i have trouble thinking of specific moments to highlight it because it’s SO obvious to me how it affects literally everything about him that it’s hard to draw it out. i guess along those lines the main thing i would like to see is
lots of montages of him changing his clothes like 2 or 3 or 4 times before going anywhere,,,,like isak’s locker becomes lucas changing all the time. except it’s not a metaphor it’s pretty obvious what’s going on. in the beginning he has an outfit on and then decides it’s too feminine or looks like too much effort went into it and thus makes him seem gay so he changes into something more generic teenage boy. and then by the end of the season it’s reverse, he starts off more generic and then changes to dress how he started in the beginning of all the other montages, only now that’s what he ends up in and what he wears when he leaves his room. like it would be ESPECIALLY nice to have a clip of that before the final party in episode 10 i think
a scene where ralph asks him to get something from his room and he goes in and scattered on ralph’s dresser are a lot of beauty products and he pauses and examines them and is like picking one up when ralph calls out to him “do you see it??? hello???” and he drops it like he’s afraid of getting caught and then hurries out of the room
already alluded to in a previous post but kes is whining about missing isa and is like idk man she was always so cool and funny and smelled nice... and lucas is trying to be funny and is like “that was the [very specific perfume name], not her, dude” and all the boys are like “...” and lucas is internally like “fuck i shouldn’t have said that” and kes probably laughs and is like “dude what the fuck how did you know what perfume she used” because he’s tactless and anyway. it’s genuinely not great and lucas is #stressed. the throwback to isa’s femininity being the past subject of lucas’s fascination is,,,,,,,,,powerful though. 
yeah like throughout the season when he comes out people r generally tactless about “oh that makes sense” “oh yeah i thought so i mean ur kind of--” and it’s bad! like there’s no getting around it. it’s just a hard thing for him to deal with emotionally bc people can read him as gay and he’s really uncomfortable with that and i don’t think that’ll be fully resolved by the end of the season
i mean what i want REALLY is lengthy intimate slowmoving scenes of like. lucas and dutch even sitting around and talking and i think lucas is really HOPING that there’s some shared experience, that he can be like “remember when you were a kid and you used to--” and then tell some “little boy who was interested in ‘’’girly’’’’ things and got shut down” story from his past and hoping that dutch even will say that he went through the same thing, but dutch even Didn’t so he says “no, sorry” and lucas has to process whatever that means to him. which i don’t really know yet but like...it certainly makes him feel some type of way about himself
but like i said earlier, i think dutch even is really open to trying out a more femme look himself so more scenes i’d like to see are when they’ll like. go to buy makeup together because they’ve agreed this will be their saturday activity (because THEY TALK ABOUT THESE THINGS AND THE THINGS THEY WANT TO TRY, THEY’RE TWO GAY KIDS BOTH IN EARLY PHASES OF FORMING THEIR IDENTITIES AND WHAT’S BEAUTIFUL AND LOVELY ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS THAT THEY’VE FOUND SOMEONE WHO IS THERE TO DO THAT WITH THEM TO MAKE THE PROCESS LESS LONELY) and dutch even can make light conversation with the girl behind the counter while lucas feels like he’s under intense scrutiny and going to Die bc this is casual for dutch even in a way it isn’t for him--yk?
dutch even decides he likes having his nails painted, he’ll interwine their fingers and declare they look good together and lucas feels like he may keel over and die because this boy makes him feel so comfortable and happy and like all of this is Easy, yk? 
dutch even making lucas feel comfortable and happy and like all of this is Easy is kind of a constant in their relationship...dutch even is a relaxed lowkey guy who takes things pretty chill and that’s very good energy for lucas as he’s dealing with difficult emotional stuff i think. not that he makes lucas feel like he isn’t being taken seriously, but that he helps lucas feel like these situations Aren’t serious. does that distinction make sense? the way dutch even reacts to things, it makes lucas feel like it’s not a big deal. which is good, i think. especially since ralph is not good at that and makes every new thing lucas does a big deal, i suspect
which, i mean that kind of obvious eager supportive energy also has its positives and a good effect on lucas but it’s good that he can have both, yk? time and place for both.
i mean, i just want more quiet moments of dutch even and lucas being together and their relationship being a support system for lucas as he becomes more comfortable with himself!!! more moments like that than the structure of the season allows for, unfortunately. headcanons always welcome and i’m sure they’re be more to come on my end. end of this post for now. 
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thejokersenigma · 6 years
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Loki x Reader!Depression - Oneshot Request - Confess and Confide
Ok, so here’s a relatively short oneshot based off a request I got given ages ago:
‘Can I request a Loki x plus size reader where the reader has depression and Loki somehow found out about the depression and tries to in a way get her to tell him bc he doesn’t understand why she would keep something like that from him? If you can’t its totally ok : D thanks love!’
I’m sorry it’s not great - I’m working off 2 hours of sleep, so there’s not a great story, the reader isn’t in a typical ‘depressed state’ and the characters are probably a bit ooc, but I hope it’s not tooo bad? It’s just... Fluffy haha
Warning: Depression
MAIN MASTERLIST
“Banner.” Loki growled and Bruce jumped up from where he’d been reading through a number of scribbled calculations.
“L-loki – uh – what – what brings you up here?” He stuttered in surprise.
“You know how to work this inther - intherweb thing.” It wasn’t a question as Loki gestured vaguely towards a computer screen.
“Internet - but y-yes I do.” Bruce confirmed nervously. “Uh - Why?”
“I need you to tell me what this.” Loki held out a blank white box with a simple medical label attached to it that read a drug name and the instructions for it’s use. “I understand it is a drug compound.” Loki stated. “But I need to know its use.”
“Oh - well I,” He warily took the box from Loki’s hands, eyes running over the label, “I can tell you what these are without needing to look them up…” He explained. Then his eyes snapped back up to the trickster, “Wait – Loki, are you depressed?” Bruce asked in disbelief.
“What?” Loki scowled, confused. “No you –“ He growled, making Bruce shrink back slightly, then caught himself, taking a deep breath through his nose, his jaw taunt. “Just tell me what the compound is.“ He muttered stiffly.
“Ok, sure – no problem.” Bruce said quickly, trying to placate the god. “Uh – well they’re serotonin uptake inhibitors.” He pointed out as though that was obviously, placing the box down and moving swiftly around the room with the look of needing something but was in fact just using it as an excuse to put some distance between him and a rather tense Loki. “Sertraline’s used for a number of reasons if I remember rightly, but the most common is as an anti-depressant.”
“Whose are –“ Bruce asked, turning back to Loki from where he’d been fiddling with papers on his desk, only to find Loki had already snatched the box up from the desk and was now striding out of the room.
 “Looking for something?”
You shot your head up to where Loki stood in the doorway of your bedroom watching you with a quirked brow. “Oh, hey – I’m just,” You ducked your head back to where you had been sweeping your arm under your bed, “- Thought I left something here that’s all, but I can’t seem to find it…” You muttered, your voice strained as you tired to reach as far as you could.
“And what is it exactly that you are looking?” Loki asked innocently.
“It’s just a box.” You grunted, flailing your arm hopelessly under the bed, hoping to make contact with something.
Loki raised an eyebrow at the vagueness. “And what does this mysterious box hold?”
“Uh –“ You pulled your arm back now, trying under the bedside cabinet now instead. You scrunched your face up as you concentrate on feeling something other than cobwebs, “Nothing important really.” You shrugged with one shoulder, the other wedged under the piece of furniture.
“And you want it because…?” Loki persisted.
“Uh –“ You turned away from him now under the guise of trying to reach a different corner of the cabinet, concealing your face from him. “It doesn’t matter,” You lied, “I just – I could have sworn I left it on the bedside table…”
“You seem to be looking particularly hard for something that doesn’t matter…” Loki drawled.
You glanced back at him again now with a raised eyebrow. “You know what, your right, it – it doesn’t actually matter.” You said, pulling your arm free and pushing yourself to your feet again, brushing your clothes flat. You gave a Loki a warm smile, “Did you need something?” You asked him innocently.
He watched you with raised brows as though surprised at something. “Not at all, merely noticed your searching.” He explained, his face expressionless now.
“Well, I think I need some coffee.” You stated, moving towards the doorway and Loki, pausing when he continued to block your way. You glanced up at where his height made him loom over you, finding the trickster studying you with an expression you couldn’t understand. You furrowed your brow at him in a silent question, but Loki made no attempt to explain himself, simply now stepping aside to let you pass. You licked pursed your lips in confusion, but walked past him anyway, pausing in the corridor as he turned to follow your movements. “Are you coming?”
“For coffee?” Loki raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “No.”
“For the company?” You suggested teasingly. You noticed the corner of Loki’s mouth twitch and you got your answer when he then followed after you down the corridor. “Late night or early morning?” You questioned him, trying to make conversation as you wandered down the hallway with the god.
“Both.” He muttered, ending the subject as soon as it had begun. You frowned at his odd behaviour – sure Loki wasn’t the most talkative, but to you he was usually move civil than that. You ignored this though like you had ignored everything else so far - maybe his lack of sleep was just catching up on him?
You stepped into the communal area of the Avenger’s building now, heading for the kitchen with Loki in tow. As you moved to the coffee machine, Loki perched himself on one of the stools at the breakfast bar, watching your movements. At this point, you were often hit with a series of jabs and ribbings from Loki on your meaningless Midgardian ways, but instead, today, he simply sat silently at the bar, observing you closely.
You finally turned back to him with a fresh cup of coffee in your hands, meeting his eye briefly before you placed your mug on the counter in front of the god, leaning on the opposite edge of the counter to him. “Ok, Loki,” You sigh tiredly, “I can practically feel your eyes burning holes in me, what’s bothering you?”
“Nothing is troubling me, I assure you, I’m simply pondering how someone can be so ill as to require pills, and yet not take them?” He quirked an eyebrow at you.
You were stunned for a moment at what his words meant, then you closed your eyes bowing your head in disbelief. “You have them, don’t you?” You muttered down at the counter surface and in answer, the little white box was placed directly before your eyes. You sighed heavily, knowing you were going to have to face the explanation now, and reluctantly pushed yourself upright again. “And exactly how long were you planning to keep hold of those?” You scowled.
“Until you decided to finally tell me about your illness.”
“It’s not – it’s not an illness, ok? Let’s get that straight.” You said, placing your hands flat on the counter, bracing yourself. “I just – I have a…” You frowned, “’Condition’.” You decided.
Loki raised his eyebrows incredulously at this. “I see no difference.” He muttered moodily.
You scowled at his stubbornness. “Loki, I won’t die without these.” You explained, picking up the pack and shaking it at him, “It just… - It helps me cope.”
“I was unaware there was anything to cope with.”
“I’m not exactly a fan of broadcasting it.”
“And what is ‘it’ exactly?”
You sighed. “Loki, I’m depressed.” You confessed in one quick breath. “All thanks to numerous reasons I really don’t want to go into right now.” You pleaded desperately. “These?” You held up the box again, “are anti-depressants.” You opened the box now, pulling out a strip of the tablets and popping out one of the small white pills. You held it up to show him before taking it and swallowing it with a gulp of your coffee.
“And what is that they do?” He asked, eyeing the packet of tablets in front of you with a look of distrust.
“Some scientific stuff about altering brain chemical concentrations or something,” You explained, waving a hand uncaringly and Loki raised an eyebrow at your breezy attitude towards these apparent mind-altering drugs. “I just know that it makes the difficult times less difficult.” You shrugged.
“I could do that.” He protested with a growl - almost childishly.
You laughed “Why are you so against these pills?”
“I think I am suitably sceptical of an unknown substance.” He muttered moodily. “I also still don’t see why you never mentioned them before.”
You sighed again. “Look, Loki, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to you about them, ok?” You asked him earnestly. “I’ve only been on them for a few weeks now and I – I didn’t think it was that big a deal.” You admitted with a shrug.
“You’re lying.” He observed easily.
“I - I am not.” You scowled, hurt.
“No,” He agreed with a nod, “but you are withholding something.” He pointed out coolly with a frown, then his face softened slightly as though he saw what it was. “Because you care about me.” He murmured as though surprised about this.
Your eyes had been down, not catching the change in his face and you opened your mouth to protest, but stopped yourself, knowing there wasn’t much point. “Fine.” You grumbled. “I – I knew the pills weren’t that big a deal,” You told him, “But my depression isn’t exactly new…” You hinted.
“And you never told me.”
“Loki, you don’t sleep as it is,” You reminded him with a weak smirk.  “I – I didn’t want to have explain myself – depression is… weird.” You admitted, glancing away again, cupping the warmth of your coffee. “I didn’t know if you’d understand, or even believe me…” You confessed. “And even if you did,” You said quickly before Loki could interrupt, “no mental health is a particularly light burden to carry – it wasn’t another weight I was willing to add to your shoulders.” You explained, staring down into the dark depths of your mug.
You couldn’t help jumping slightly when you suddenly felt Loki’s large hand envelope yours around your mug and you glanced up, finding him having leant forward so he was much closer than he had been a moment ago. “I don’t know if you know this,” He murmured, glancing up with a gentle humour in his eyes and a half smile, “But Asgardians are stronger than you humans.”
“Even so –“ You protested reluctantly.
“Even so,” Loki growled down at your hands, squeezing where he held them to silence you, “I would find it a great honour to be confided in by you.” He murmured quietly, and you felt your cheeks burn as you stared down at where he cupped your hands, feeling your heart swelling at his words.  
“I – I couldn’t ask you to –“ You tried again, licking your dry lips.
“You’re not asking me anything, I’m telling you.” He growled firmly, and your eyes now flickered up to where his were now staring intently down at you. “I will gladly shoulder any burden you carry.” He swore. You swallowed nervously under his intense gaze, unable to hold it any longer and being forced to look away.
You nodded weakly in acceptance. “Thank you, Loki.” You mumbled, your voice breaking slightly. “It’s – uh – it’s nice to tell someone.” You admitted with a small shaky smile. He offered you a rare genuine, and somehow-vulnerable smile, gently raising one of your hands from your mug to place a light kiss on your knuckle, making your cheeks burn even hotter.
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florayeol · 5 years
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nct mall employee au
uh so this entire thing is based off of this post i saw on twt (cred.@/sorcererkun) and sent to @feelurlove, and its the result of us just taking it and running we added the rest of the members as well as our headcanons for each of them (entirely based off of malls found in southern california nct is asian-american now lmao)
-jaehyun works at hollister
every time high school girls come into the hollister nd see jaehyun they ask him if they can have the bag with him on it
and jaes just blushing like “uh sorry i dont model im new here” and runs to jungwoo whos by the perfume stand to hide behind him
he originally started working there so he could get discounts on the jeans and coats bc they cost a pretty penny and he doesn’t believe in spending big on clothes hes saving up for textbooks and new speakers
when hes working in the back he likes to play songs out loud on his phone and bop along—once jungwoo caught him and posted the vid to twt he went lowkey viral lmao
-ten works at sephora
“he called me ugly and tried to make me buy a ysl mascara”
no im joking lmao but for real— hes the best at finding people the perfect foundations and creating unique looks for every occasion
he tells everyone to always have fun with their makeup and if all else fails just smear some pink across ur lids and some glitter in ur inner corners
johnny tries to deliver him a latte on his break but ends up getting roped into being a free demo for a girl whos makeup shopping for her quince
“u see his burgundy smokey eyes honey yours will look like these but better you have a Much prettier eye shape u just need the toofaced palette right here”
Johnnys winking and making kissy faces and rly selling it lmaoo but in return he asks for 5% of tens tips
-johnny works at hot topic
he got hired at hot topic bc he had sales experience and looked the part— he actually knows Nothing about bands or new pop culture and only recognizes shit from the disney section so hes always secretly on wikipedia and reddit looking up “sleeping with sirens” and “rick and morty”
rly johnny's just there to reach high items for short customers
but he tells the best stories abt the families that get dragged in by the One Emo Child
that hot topic’s first actual hot employee
-doyoung works at starbucks
whenever any of the boys go for drink runs they usually go to starbucks and use doyoungs employee discount
doyoung can’t cuss them out bc it would go against the “customer smile” policy so he just makes hissing noises and makes them EACH give him free shit from their stores (except jeno he gets a pat on the head and a free cookie)
he’s stressed and has the 2nd highest amount of asshole customers but he gets big tips so it evens out
he has fun actually making drinks tho bc even though super Creative drinks can get annoying when there’s a rush, he can’t say hes ever bored with his job tasks (he’d rather do this than roam around a store and fix clothes he just doesn’t have the disposition for that)
-mark works at claire’s
he’s the most AWKWARD kid just surrounded by purple unicorns and hes just staring at the headbands like 😬
but after a few months hed start to be good with kids and it gets real cute
once a little girl put a bow in his hair to match with hers and his heart MELTED and after that he bought it so now he wears a little teal bow in his bangs every shift
side effect of working there hes memorized the entire claire’s playlist so the other boys sometimes hear him softly singing katy perry or one direction
-yuta works at the adidas outlet
(idk what the actual uniform is but) he wears those track pants that start baggy at the top but then taper to skinny around the shin as they go down and have the stripe on the side with a fitted long sleeve on top
he embodies the hot after-soccer aesthetic and is the Top employee
also a frequent buyer he racks up so many loyalty points even tho he knows he should be saving his money
always has a boba cup underneath the cash register counter
-jungwoo works at both hollister and at an ice cream/cookie kiosk in between stores
hollister is for weekdays, he folds clothes out in the showroom during rush hours bc hes the prettiest (alongside jaehyun) but he also completely uphauled and reorganized their inventory system in the back two months ago so now everything is clean and 10x more efficient thanks to him and management loves him for it
he holds more authority than their manager according to coworkers
he works at the ice cream/cookie kiosk during weekends bc he likes sweets and making people smile
instigates ice cream flavor arguments during downtime and sneaks samples when taeyongs not looking
convinced the manager to get all the workers cute shiba printed aprons
-taeyong works at the ice cream/cookie kiosk
coworkers tell him that he could be working at a fancy outlet but he’s happy at the kiosk bc it radiates joy and has cute colors
he’s anal abt workstation cleanliness but is SO CUTE WITH KIDDOS he gives them extra gummy bears in their ice cream and cheers when he gets tips
the kiosk has little tables out in front of it so it becomes the place where everyone hangs out during breaks they try to wheedle free ice cream out of him
he smacks their hands but hands over the samples anyways bc they’re all exhausted and it makes him happy to see them all congregated at the tables talking and laughing
-chenle works at hot dog on a stick (lmaoo)
its his first hs summer job so it can’t be glamorous but he also doesn’t mind bc “they got good fries!!”
he’s always smiley and handing out lemonade samples at the food court
and he’s just so cuteee in the striped uniform its ridiculous but he makes it work
actually tried a corn dog for the first time after he got the job—he approves
-jeno works at footlocker
he tucks the striped uniform shirt into black ripped skinny jeans and wen hes waiting for ppl to show up he just sits straddled across one of the little benches and rests his arms on a basketball like he’s a model for the store
he’s there to get discounts and look cool
lmao but he likes that he gets to interact with a lot of people that are around his age range—hes traded soccer and basketball stories with customers
definitely tries to play games on his phone at the cash register without getting caught
-jaemin works at forever 21
he’s the smiley associate who boosts sales EVEN more with his cute “welcome!!” at the front of the store, greeting the entering girlies as he folds
when jaemin is on changing room duty suddenly everyone has at LEAST 6 items
he’s always getting that extra sales line in like "Oh you like my sweater? I bought it here at Forever21™️. Mens sweaters are on sale for 25-30% today this weekend only ^^" (useless tidbit: the sweaters this GIANT brown/orange/red patterned cowl neck that makes him look extra soft)
he gets everyone to buy the credit card at checkout too lmaoo so he skips over to the ice cream booth like “GUESS WHOS GETTING A FUCKIN BONUS TODAY?????? owo”
-renjun works at the japanese/korean pop culture and plushies store (theres a lot of stores like this where i’m from but one example is mauya)
he isnt embarrassed bc he likes pens and he gets to put his own playlist on the store speakers
also he likes to hug the plushies
spends his shifts sketching at the counter if he isn’t ringing ppl up
jaemin has a bunny plushie “on layaway” at the store that he comes to visit every few days and renjun clowns him for cooing at it but also moves it to the back of the shelf when jaem leaves so no one else buys it
-winwin works at the obligatory boba shop
he’s the manager of the store bc he deserves to get PAID
works with xuxi and makes him man the cash register so he doesn’t have to deal with people lmao
also doesn’t let anyone write on the chalkboards except him bc he has the best handwriting
constantly cleaning up xuxis messes and fending off yuta who is determined to try every flavor
he makes the BEST honey boba in the city tho
-lucas(xuxi) also works at the boba shop
word got around abt the big excitable CUTIE working at the shop so winwin lets his clumsiness slide bc he brings in customers
makes really good recommendations he always just seems to know what people would like
ppl think hes the manager bc hes tol but he just like "owo;; sorry" and side steps to show fairy winko with his lil badge
has this Enormous amount of patience with customers— a rarity in retail
also sneaks all the boys stamps on their card when they stop by while winwins distracted
-taeil works at the movie theater
he’s stationed at the ticket booth and he often sings the new osts
everytime some underage kid tries to get into r rated movies he gets out the walkie talkie and shouts “KUN how many minutes til the cops get here”
secretly judges ppls movie tastes
spends most of his breaks snacking on popcorn he swiped from concessions
-kun works at the movie theater too
he’s a manager!!! GET PAID
gets the highest amount of asshole customers
just sits and watches 20 minutes of a random movie when he gets Rly stressed out
the other boys bring him boba on their breaks huu
useless tidbit: once chenle brought him a little gold metal flower headband from claire’s to match his blonde hair and bugged him for not wearing it every time he saw him so now kun wears the little flower headband nestled in his swept-up hair when he works its a part of his uniform chenle decreed it
-haechan works at the balloon kiosk in front of claire’s (the one with the animal balloons that have the little paper legs so that they walk with you)
the kids absolutely LOVE him hes always wearing colorful t-shirts and light up shoes and he asks each child what they’re going to name their new animal friend before he ties the string around their wrist and tells them “take care of ____ for me!! you’re their special guardian now           ૮( ´ ᴥ `*)ა”
he has his own balloon animal tied to his belt loops, its a different one every day and he comes up with cute names for each one like “super sammy” or “fantastic fatima” or “magical minwoo”
sometimes when hes bored he’ll turn around and take ugly zoomed in pics of mark at the claires cash register and send them to him, starting a little war
he eventually gets the kiosk owner to let him do basic face painting too, so he starts giving kids little flowers, suns, and lightning bolts on their cheeks and hands
-jisung works at the arcade
whenever no ones in the arcade he tries to win his bread loaf plushie from the claw machine TT
he also has the high score on skeeball for absolutely no reason but its his pride and he’s already sworn to never let anyone beat it
sometimes chenle visits him on break with fries and tries out the new japanese games
taeyongs rubbed off on him too and bc of it he spends a chunk of time every shift wiping down and cleaning the game machines,,,he refuses to let everything get gross his arcade has a Rep to protect its top notch
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thedeviljudges · 6 years
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Daddy Billy? Serious daddy Billy? Serious daddy Billy turning into a fluffy bear for his princess, Steve?
uhmm, so like i’m so sorry this took ages to get to, but!!! it’s finished, and this is a bit long. although, i really don’t think this is what you had in mind?? just know that i love this; i love this kinda stuff, and i should probably redo this prompt bc this wasn’t exactly what i was going for; it just kinda happened??/f jasldkf idk, but here ya go, babe.
The window to his studio overlooks the whole of New York, and Steve doesn’t miss the way the wind curls into the room like smoke, thick and heavy from air polluted by busy streets and the life of people.
There’s sirens in the distance and the honking of late cars – they’re always there in a place like this, too loud when he’d moved in, but a comfort that lets him know the world still spins. Steve might even hear the distant rattle of voices on a warm, breezy day if the flat wasn’t several stories above floor level.
Deeply, he breathes, inhales air and fresh paint. His fingers are stained blue and green, crust under his fingernails from the hours he’s spent in his studio trying to transfer the images from his head onto a canvas. Soft strums of music fill the room, too, mostly drowned out by city life, but the distinct violin and flute are pitch perfect alongside the orchestra he loves to listen it for concentration.
As Steve picks up a brush, he hums, dips it into the paint and smears it across the canvas in gentle strokes. Sometimes- and only sometimes, does he know what he’s painting. He likes his landscapes well enough, people, too, but often, he likes freehand, knows that it’s child’s play when he does it, as if he’d dipped his fingers into the paint and willed tacky into existence.
It’s still a form of release, though. It may not be anything special, but it cuts his anxiety right in two when he needs it the most.
“You’ve been in here all day?”
Steve jumps, watches helplessly as the brush slides across the canvas in an indecent stroke only to fall out of his hand onto the floor. “Fuck,” he says, climbs out of his chair, reaching for the brush. He delicately places it onto the table, the one that holds all his supplies, his brushes, his paints. He’s even got clay and watercolors, colored pencils and markers he’s still testing out because the texture runs different; the liquid is thinner, and Steve’s determined to understand the variety. “You could’ve made a noise, you asshole.”
“Forgive me for walking through my house.”
The tone is sharp, unexpected, and when Steve looks up, Billy’s leaning against the threshold of the door with a pinch in his brow and a curl to his lip. Steve’s not sure what’s caused it, thinks back to this morning when Billy smiled as he’d leaned over the edge of the bed to kiss Steve goodbye. Thinks maybe he could’ve left something out of place, then wonders if maybe something else has crawled up under Billy’s skin and settled there.
“Right,” he answers, not knowing what he could follow that up with. The tension is thick now, heavy and unsure, and Steve knows it’s one of those moods, the kind that isn’t deliberate because Billy’s only holding back his feelings like that’s the right thing to do.
Might have to coax it out of him, then.
Billy’s brow arches, pointed like he’s waiting for Steve to snap, and at that, he rolls his eyes, unimpressed. “You’re going to come sit down,” he starts, sees the way Billy’s eye twitches after being told what to do. “Sit. Down.” Then, he nods at the chair, turns and pulls open a few drawers until he’s sorting out a set of clean paint brushes.
When Steve turns around, he runs into a solid chest, Billy bracing his hips with the palms of his hands. He’s warm even through Steve’s clothes, a weight he’s missed all day. “Princess is getting a little too big for his britches,” Billy says, blue eyes amused as Steve attempts to wiggle free. He knows that Billy’s cornering him for a reason, for a fight, for maybe a good fuck to avoid the problem at hand, but if there’s anything Steve’s learned about Billy, it’s that his instincts to please win out every time.
“Daddy’s getting a little too serious,” he counters, tone like the edge of a knife. He smiles, makes sure Billy knows that he knows and that Steve’s only going to make him work for anything more than a deep kiss.
It takes a moment, but only that, for Billy to sigh, takes a step back, then another, until his hands are no longer on Steve. He almost looks disappointed, but Steve knows Billy’s insides burn brighter than any star, and if he can’t have his way now, he’ll certainly get it later.
Billy sits down, sort of plops into the seat with a huff like he can’t believe Steve’s making him do this. Really, Steve doesn’t have a clue what he’s intended, but he does have paints and stained hands, clean brushes and white canvases that take his mind off of the bullshit his brain conjures. Billy’s never one to join Steve on his quest, complains too much about the paint fumes and that there’s no point to this if I can’t draw jack, Steve.
Billy’s more of a reader anyway, the study a life of its own with the shelves extending from floor to ceiling. It’s how Billy usually relaxes when he needs it, if he’s not busy coaxing an orgasm out of Steve – which he very happily enjoys – but this time, Steve reaches for Billy’s palm, pries his fingers open and sets a single brush in his hand.
“I trust you know what to do with it.” Steve nudges Billy’s fingers, closing the hold around the wooden stem of the brush. Then, he glances at the canvas from underneath his lashes, back and forth until Billy’s frowning.
“You mean you’re not going to give me a lap dance? I sat down for nothing?”
Try as he might, Steve can’t contain his smirk, tilting his head like he’s talking to a child. “You haven’t earned that yet,” he says, cupping the underside of Billy’s jaw in a tender gesture of affection, only pulling away to grab the other chair he keeps in the corner of the room. “Show me what you got, pretty boy.”
“You using my lines on me is not doing you any favors,” Billy says, narrowing his eyes. He’s pretty good at reading Steve – they’re both good at reading each other now, but sometimes Steve still pulls one over his head, likes when Billy’s games slip from his control, right into Steve’s.
“Just paint, Billy.” And then he waits, stares at the other man until Billy’s grumbling under his breath. The brush rotates between his fingers, Steve watching as he attempts to find a comfortable grip before hovering over the paints like he’s scared to touch them, like he’s never seen them before.
“Weren’t you working on something?” he asks, let’s his arm fall down, elbow to his knee. He glances at the paining, half of it covered in paint, the other half white, and the one lone streak that wasn’t intentional. If Steve could give it one ounce of personification, it’d be the way it mocks him as it lies drying.
“Nothing’s as important as you,” he replies, turning his gaze away from the eye sore – though in actuality, the whole canvas is, but that’s neither here nor there – to continue staring at Billy, watches the way the corner of his lips drag into a frown, realizing that there’s no way around Steve’s stubbornness.
Billy blinks, still doesn’t look impressed and says, “You’re being a brat.”
Petulance is a word Steve would use to describe Billy sometimes, so used to snapping his fingers and people crawling on their knees for a moment of his time. His job – though more like his position – gives him that luxury, and Steve hates to admit that maybe he’d fallen for it too until he realized just how much he could bat his eyes and turn Billy into a puddle of putty. “Didn’t start it, babe.”
“I wasn’t-”
“You were,” Steve insists, gives a quick point to the project as if that explains it all. “So, now you’re going to paint me a picture.” It goes quiet then, the music in the background filling the room, the city outside rumbling as if it wasn’t listening to their conversation.  
“You know I can’t paint, princess,” Billy attempts on more time, just one moment of reprieve. Steve doesn’t understand why it’s so difficult to follow simple instructions, but then again, he’s dealing with a man in a fortune five-hundred company who’s never rolled over for anyone in his life.
Except Steve, but even then, that’s not something Billy easily admits to. It isn’t out of weakness, per se, and Billy loves showing him off to all his friends. As if Steve found objection in the question the first time Billy offered because he hadn’t, but more to do with the fact that Billy and emotions have never gone hand in hand. Like pulling teeth, Steve’s been on the brink of frustration too many times, knows the reason, knows Billy’s past, but still doesn’t wholly understand.
So, out of playing stubborn, Steve shrugs. “Does that look like a masterpiece to you?” Failure has welcomed him too many times; Steve feels like maybe that’s the root of a much larger problem. The career he’d aspired for left no room for positive affirmations, not until he’d struggled for a few years and finally booked a gig big enough to have offers roll in, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deal with his fair share of personal torment over whether all he’s good with his posing.
Steve likes his looks well enough, uses that to his advantage more often than he’d like to admit, but that alone isn’t fulfilling as the time spent in between painting and creating something much more than an image.
He frowns, holds disdain in his eyes because some of the colors have muddled together in a particularly ugly shade of brown. Not what he was going for, but it’s not like he can’t start again. That’d always been a lessoned learned.
“You know anything you do is good enough.” Billy’s eyes are on him now, intense and blue under the streams of sun that shine through the window.
It makes Steve suck in a breath, reminds him of all the reasons he loves Billy’s attention on him. “Not the point,” he croaks, definitely not disillusioned with the idea that Billy knows how he affects Steve. “But thank you anyway. You’re stalling; now get to it or-”
“Or what?” Billy says, the arch in his brow back.
Steve plucks the brush he’d been using off the table, dips it into a shade of blue – bright like the sky and similar to Billy’s eye color; he’d never admit it, but it’s why he bought it, felt like maybe the deep reds and shades of purple he loved the most could use the contrast even though it never really matched.
He’s sure there’s a metaphor somewhere in there, hates how he’s always slow in understanding what his subconscious already knows, but Steve only dabs the canvas in the corner, knows Billy’s looking at what he’s doing, only to surprise him by lifting the brush to slide it down the side of Billy’s cheek. “That’s my favorite color on you,” he says. “For future reference.”
Billy stills, gone rigid by the gesture. The flick of his tongue is what gives him away, that he’s not mad but agitated with really? Did you really?
“If you get paint on this suit-” he says, voice dropping low.
“You’ll what?” Steve taunts. “Spank me, daddy?” And just as he says it, like a slow motion shot of a film, paint drips off Steve’s brush and lands right on the lapel of Billy’s suit jacket. Bright blue paint on a deep brown suit don’t really go together, but Steve is reminded, if only briefly, why he loves color theory so much. “That was not planned.”
He shrinks away, wide-eyed as Billy dabs the paint off with a finger, slides it across the canvas in front of him because Steve doesn’t have a rag nearby, and there’s no sense in it anyway. There’s a dark spot on the suit, and it’s going to be a bitch to remove.
“Wasn’t it?” Billy rubs his thumb and forefinger together, that maybe if he does it long enough, the rest of the paint will wither away. Instead, it just leaves the tips tacky and stained like Steve’s.
“No,” Steve replies, dumps his brush into the dirty cup of water he keeps only in case he runs out of clean brushes. It hardly happens because Steve has enough sets that he can wash and dry a pair without waiting to use them. “You should’ve taken your clothes off before coming in here.”
Now the tables have turned, his argument weak across the tongue. Billy certainly picks up on that with, “Is that so?”
“You know what I meant.”
“Do I?”
“Billy,” Steve whines, flush gradually fluttering across his cheeks.
“Hmm. See, that’s not my name, baby. Not when you have to beg.”
“Who says I’m begging?” But he’s not confident in that question either, pointed out by Billy’s lazy smirk.
“Well, if you’re not,” he pauses, thumbing the bristles of the brush in his hand, “then I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I did this.” Billy then takes the paint brush and runs it straight down Steve’s forehead, between his wide brown eyes and stops just as he reaches the tip of his nose.
“That’s-” Steve falters, feels the cool breeze twice as much as the paint sits wet upon his skin.
“Not fair?” Billy’s brows raise, amusement hidden in the corner of his eyes, significantly lighter than when he’d entered the room. It’s a better look on him, as Steve takes him in, gently touching the tip of his nose, definitely checking that one line had been given to his painting and now another sits between his eyes. Billy must read his thoughts, pushes further by emphasizing his tone lighter and nowhere close to Steve’s. “Didn’t start it, babe.”
He makes a split second decisions - not even that, really - by dipping his fingers directly into the yellow paint, flicking them until little dots dance across Billy’s skin. “Then finish it.”
It happens within seconds. One moment Steve is propped up on the edge of his chair, perfectly pleasant in sharing his space with Billy upright, and the next he’s sprawled across the floor. His brush rolls across it, left to be found later, and his paints - including the canvas and the water - splash around them. It’s in this moment that Steve’s grateful Billy replaced the carpet with tile, but even then he winces until Billy’s got four fingers - all stained with paint - running down the curve of his neck.
“Gladly,” he say as he reaches forward, attaching his lips to the side of Steve’s neck that isn’t covered in paint. He nips, and he sucks until Steve’s wriggling from beneath him. His cock fills quickly, doesn’t take much when he’s around Billy anyway, and he lets him know by rutting against his thigh, soft little presses until Billy reaches for his hip to hold him still. “I’m thinking,” Billy says, slipping two fingers just past the waistband of Steve’s sweatpants. His cock jumps, the anticipation curling in his chest, but Billy moves no further. “That I probably shouldn’t let you cum.”
Steve swallows a noise of disappointment. This isn’t what he’d intended, had really hoped for more of a conversation of intent and resolution than Billy pinning him against the floor on the off-chance that maybe he’d get to come.
But now that he’s here, he’s shameless enough to admit his will power doesn’t proceed him. “Please, daddy,” he emphasizes this time, latching onto Billy’s tie to pull him down into another heated kiss. His tongue is rough against Billy’s, sliding past his teeth, tastes the cigarette smoke and mints, the cleanliness that lingers because Billy knows of nothing else.
Immediately, whatever tension was left lingering in Billy’s body, simply dissipates. Steve feels the extra weight of Billy on top of him as he relaxes, as he pushes Steve’s sweatpants down to expose his cock. Billy takes him in hand, rough at first with the callouses against his palm, but it’s a discomfort that makes him twitch, makes him grind up into the palm of Billy’s hand seeking more, seeking a release he knows will be quick.
Billy thumbs at the head of his cock, breaking away from Steve’s kiss to latch onto the underside of his jaw. Blurts of pre-cum swell at the tip as Billy slowly rubs it down the length of him.
Steve always gets embarrassingly wet, generally likes to use his slick to fuck his fist, and Billy knows this, too, because he’d watched Steve once, made him sit on the couch in broad daylight just so he could stroke himself to orgasm with only the touch of his hand. Billy’s blue, wanton eyes were the only thing he’d seen as he’d fallen over the edge.
So, this isn’t an exception, not when Billy takes him fully, strokes up in one swift movement and too slow - agonizingly slow - to calm the desire in Steve, to make him wet, to make it easier. He whines low in his throat while Billy smiles against the curve of his shoulder. The linger of a kiss remains as he pulls away, stares at Steve and tells him, “Fuck my fist, princess.”
There’s no hesitation from Steve, doesn’t crow over the tile against his back, hard underneath the tarp, and he doesn’t complain about how his pants restrict him from opening his legs wider, can’t use his feet as leverage to give a good thrust.
Instead, Steve’s movement’s are limited, sloppy and uncoordinated. Billy’s seated in desire, curled around Steve’s side as he tightens his fist, releasing it a moment later only to repeat the torture of not giving enough until Steve catches his wrist, holds him there.
The corner of Billy’s mouth twitches, reads Steve’s eyes as they beg, until he releases Billy in the hope he’ll listen. “You’re awfully haughty,” Billy whispers, though the thick of his voice gives away just how little control he has over it, how little he cares that Steve’s pushy when usually it’s the other way around. “Should let you take care of yourself.”
Shaking his head, Steve licks his lips, gives a particularly enthusiastic push of his hips before he tells Billy, “I’m too much of a sight to behold.”
With that, Billy squeezes around Steve’s cock, thumb curving just underneath the head until Steve’s hissing. Billy hums again, has a fond look on his face as he says, “You are, my darling. Watching you makes my day.” And then he’s shoving Steve’s shirt up, releasing his length for only a second to do it, sliding his hand down, down until he’s back stroking, quick sessions of his fist accumulating pre-cum, meeting the sharp thrusts Steve gives.
And then- then Billy’s lips are lower on his skin, as his shirt bunches up against the line of his collar. Billy gives a rough command, says, “Now cum or I won’t fuck you later,” then licks across the bud of Steve’s nipple, swirling his tongue until he gives a particularly hard bite that sends Steve’s head reeling, has his cock blurting thick strips of cum across his tummy, towards his chest.
He’s loud when the moan escapes, as Steve cries underneath Billy’s torture, feels his toes curl, limbs shaking. Billy presses kisses across the middle of his chest, laps at the cum that’s landed that far before taking Steve’s other nipple into his mouth despite the fact that he’s already cum. His hand is gentler now in his strokes across Steve’s cock, eases him through the after affects of release and only steps off when Steve whimpers, squirms away from sensitivity.
“You’re always so unfair,” Steve says after he few breaths, catches how easy it is to fill his lungs after the rise of his heartbeat.
Billy smiles, rests his chin on Steve’s chest lightly. The thick of his lashes make him look bashful, Steve staring down the bridge of his nose for a clear glimpse. He thinks, sometimes, how unfair it is, that all the small, pretty things about Billy always add up into one big picture of beauty, often made him wonder how he ended up here like this with a boyfriend who loved him good, fucked him good, too.
“If anything’s unfair,” Billy retorts, “it’s the fact that you got off, and I’ve yet-”
“Do you want me to-”
Billy’s quick to shake his head, places his cum-covered hand on Steve’s shoulder, which stops him from moving. “Told you I’d fuck you later. I meant that.”
“Like you also meant to snap at me?” Steve asks without a tone of regret. He slides his fingers across the back of Billy’s head, sinking them into his hair, rubbing his scalp with the blunt of his fingernails in light scratches. Steve looks away then, hates to be the bitch that ruins the mood, but he had intended for the issue to be addressed.
Besides, Steve might’ve been cookie-cutter perfect for a good chunk of his life, and that might’ve changed after years away from home, but the one thing that hasn’t left him is wanting to know the truth. No bullshit; no lies, Billy, he remembers telling him. You cheat, and we’re done.
It’s been years since that conversation, and they’ve never held each other to anything less. This is still no exception.
Billy sighs, turns his head so he’s ear is pressed against Steve instead. “Shitty day at work, that’s all,” he says, tired seeping through the vibrato. “Shouldn’t’ve snapped at you.”
There’s no reason to be mad, and Steve’s not, continues to sweep his hand through Billy’s curls, across the top of his head until he’s pulled away the tangles, and Billy’s eyes are fluttering closed.
“You do know I’m always down for a good, hard fuck if you ever need to let your frustrations out, Billy,” Steve eventually says when the silence stretches. “I’ve told you that, and I’d much prefer having my ass pounded than you angry and sniping at me.”
“Fuck, how’d I get so lucky.” Billy’s arm curls tight around Steve’s waist, warm and pliant. Steve can feel the rise and fall of his chest, maybe even feels Billy’s heart hammering away from another slight, like they’re all adding up until Steve finally penalizes him for it. He won’t; Steve will admit he’s stubborn, but he’s not scornful. Especially with Billy.
“You really did,” Steve says in agreement, lets the two of them rest there for what feels like ages, lets the music play and the paint dry and the wind breeze through the window until his back grows sore. “C’mon, babe.” He nudges Billy, almost would’ve guessed he fell asleep if it weren’t for him stirring underneath the shake of Steve’s palm. “Let’s get you into bed.”
Billy sits up, reluctantly, turning to help Steve with his pants, helps him stand. His suit is ruffled, has paint on it in random places. His hair’s a mess from Steve rucking through it, but he looks more than content, looks soft, at least, and much more like the person Steve likes to spend his time with.
Rough around the edges has always been, and will always be, Billy’s forte, but Steve enjoys this, too. Enjoys it when Billy sweeps him into his arms, presses their foreheads together, then kisses him softly. Enjoys it when Billy is sincere, when he tugs on Steve’s hand as he nudges a foot in the direction of their bedroom.
“I’ll buy you new paints,” he says absently as they walk down the hall. Steve regrets not cleaning anything, but the bed looks more than inviting, and more importantly, he knows Billy needs the sleep as he clings to Steve, hugs him from behind. Billy’s lips are delicate against his temple, hands caressing Steve’s hips.
“Good,” Steve says, finally urging Billy to untangle their limbs to sit down. Steve helps him off with his shoes, his socks, lets Billy remove the rest of his clothes until he’s in nothing but his boxers.
With his legs spread wide, Steve slots himself between Billy’s thighs, lays his hand on wide shoulders. “I’ll hold you to it.” And then he’s cupping Billy’s cheek with the palm of his hand, kissing him softly because once is never enough. 
Soon, Steve’s balance fails him, the two of them falling into bed in the middle of the afternoon just because they have the time, just because they can, and just because Steve’s missed the way Billy curls around him when they’re together.
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french vanilla | davey jacobs
inktober day one
reader x davey jacobs
[newsies modern au]
summary: Race may have lost a bet, but Davey is pretty sure he just won at life. (Y/N is sort of thinking the same.)
a/n: welcome to my version of inktober aka i’m going to write something every day of this month!! i feel bad bc i haven’t posted anything in a while, so i’m going to try my best to do this. don’t hate me if i miss a day or post it late, pls !! this is super long but kinda bad ??? but it’s okay bc it’s a coffee shop au with my boy davey, and that pretty much makes up for everything
( french vanilla masterlist )
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The chill in the air brought an easy smile to Y/N’s face. She loved the feeling of autumn more than any other season. It wasn’t nearly as cheerful as Christmas, but the promise of sweaters, cold days with blankets and hot chocolate, and the brilliant colors of the leaves made it even better, in her opinion. She particularly loved the way the atmosphere of the coffee shop she worked in changed as October began. There were decorations that matched the color scheme of the season scattered around the small building and more customers stopped by, staying to study or to chat with friends. Plus, there was always the added bonus of her workplace being warm and cozy as could be.
On this particular day, she was working the counter taking orders and writing names on cups. A group of boys came in a a little after lunch time, filling the shop with the sound of loud laughter and a happy drone of voices that never ended. Without meaning to, Y/N found herself smiling at the group - it warmed her heart a bit to see a group of friends that looked so fond of each other, joking around with ease.
“What can I get you?” She asked the first boy in line, a bright smile on her face. He smiled back, reciting his order and throwing in a cookie as well. “And are you all paying together? Or separately?” The question caused noise to erupt from the group, their teasing aimed at one specific boy who was pouting dramatically.
“You lost the bet, Race, that means you pay for all of us.” An amused grin found its way onto Y/N’s face as the pouting boy’s hair was ruffled by a taller boy with what looked to be paint stains on his hands.
“Can I get your name?” She asked, bringing the attention back to the redheaded boy at the front of the line.
“Albert,” he answered, running a hand through his hair. She wrote it on the cup and placed it down on the counter, moving on to the next boy. A few of them seemed to take pity on Race, ordering simple coffees, teas, or hot chocolates. Others asked for pastries, cookies, croissants, donuts, and more of the like. The boy with paint stained hands ordered himself a hot chocolate and a donut, informing her that his name was Jack.
“And what would you like?” She asked the last boy standing in front of Race. His faced stayed neutral but there was a glint in his eyes that sparked fear in her for Race’s bank account.
I’ll take the most expensive coffee you’ve got and one of those giant chocolate chip muffins. Race’s jaw dropped and Y/N couldn’t conceal the small laugh that tumbled from her lips.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Spot,” Race groaned. The tanner boy simply shot him a smile as Y/N scribbled his name onto his cup. He winked at her before he walked away, causing her to put her hand over her mouth in order to stop herself from laughing loudly, fearing it would make her look rude. She glanced over at the few tables the boys had taken as their own, back at their jokes and booming laughter, before looking back at Race. “Go on Davey,” he groaned gesturing for a tall boy behind him to step up the counter. Y/N realized with a start that she hadn’t even noticed he was there. It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal, but now that she was looking at him she couldn’t stop. He was gorgeous, the kind of college student gorgeous that you truly expect to see at a small coffee shop with a laptop or book in one hand and a coffee in the other, attracting the stares of everyone who walked in.
It’s fine, Race, I’ll pay for mine.“ He smiled kindly at his friend, hands stuffed in his pockets. "I didn’t even bet on anything, anyway.” Her eyes were dragged away from him when Race sent him a grateful grin and turned to face her, sighing.
“Okay, how much do I owe?” She looked at the cash register and swallowed thickly, entirely sure that there was no way he had that kind of money - and even if he did, it was just cruel. With the knowledge that she was currently the only one working, she opened her mouth and a number significantly lower that what was displayed on the screen rolled off her tongue. Race’s eyes widened before he looked at her skeptically. She blushed but didn’t say anything beside asking him how he would be paying.
“I can’t let you do that,” he said, obviously referring to her lowering the price for him. She but her lip, trying to think of a solution.
“Okay, how ‘bout this: I don’t actually give Spot the most expensive coffee we have and we both agree not to say anything, and for every fifth order I take some money off on the account of some coupons we gave out a little while back?” Race gave her one of the most grateful looks she had ever seen and she couldn’t help herself. “And I give you a free coffee, because I feel like you definitely need it.” Race nodded enthusiastically and paid the new amount before walking over to her friends. She grabbed a new cup and her marker as Davey walked up to the counter, writing his name on the cup.
“That was really nice of you,” he commented. “I know Race was really stressing about having to pay all of that.” Y/N unconsciously blushed under his gaze, smiling down at the counter.
“Well, it was the least I could do. Plus, it was pretty nice of you, too - paying for your own and all.” She looked up at him and their eyes met. If she had thought he looked gorgeous before, she wasn’t sure if there was an adjective that existed to describe what his eyes looked like. The smile on her face faded away slowly as she simply stared at him, mouth slightly open. He stared back, though, eyes wide as he finally got a good look at her face. They were stuck in a moment beyond time as they gazed into each other’s eyes as if they were in some cheesy romance movie. In just a few seconds, Y/N found that she was entirely in love with his eyes. Davey, in turn, realized that the nice barista was much prettier than he’d first realized and, coincidentally, he had a feeling he’d be craving coffee more often. “Uh, I… What can I get you?” Y/N finally managed to ask, trying her best to stick to her job and remember how to function. She was all to aware of every single thing about her that was sub par now that his eyes were own her and she looked away quickly, ready to type his order into the cash register.
“Just a, um, just a French vanilla coffee… please,” Davey finally stuttered out. Y/N nodded meekly in response before heading into the back of the shop to start making everyone’s coffees and gather their food. Davey stayed at the counter unmoving for a few seconds, still recovering. He only joined his friends when Jack called him over, but his thoughts remained in the pretty barista.
She called out names to get their drinks and food in small groups as she finished them until almost everyone was done and Davey had yet to receive his order. The reason for this was because Y/N was staring at his coffee with a sharpie in hand, trying to think of something cute she could write. Eventually, throwing all caution to the wind, she grabbed a napkin and scribbled down a few words before wrapping it around the cup.
“Davey?” She called out when she returned to the counter, his coffee in hand. He walked up to get it from her as some of the boys stood and put on their jackets. She felt a sense of relief overcome her that, if they were leaving, she wouldn’t have to witness Davey’s reaction to her message. As she handed him the cup their fingers brushed and her cheeks went bright red as she avoided his gaze. It wasn’t until the group left that she allowed herself to breathe again.
Davey didn’t realize there was something written on the napkin until he and his friends were a block away. He studied it curiously as a smile spread uncontrollably across his face. He tucked the napkin into his pocket for safe keeping, the grin remaining on his face. A few boys gave him a weird look, but he felt like he was floating just from the one, simple interaction.
In neat handwriting on his napkin, Y/N had written: pretty nice looking, too :).
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After a week, Davey was a regular at Y/N’s coffee shop. He came in every morning for a cup of French vanilla coffee, occasionally accompanied by a donut or a muffin. And, every day without fail, he returned to the apartment that he shared with Jack with a newly inked napkin in his pocket. The verbal interactions between him and Y/N were minimal, but she’d taken to bringing his order to his table rather than calling out his name since he so often absorbed in whatever book he was reading or whatever he was working on on his laptop (which truly made Y/N swoon, because, come on, hadn’t she predicted he would be that cute boy?)
Davey worried that she didn’t think he was interested since he never really replied to her messages. Truly, it was because he found it hard to formulate words when she was around him. The first day he had come back (alone, thankfully, for if any of his friends had come they would have teased him endlessly) he learned Y/N’s name and had spent the next twenty four hours repeating it over and over in his head. After a week, however, the mantra was replaced by equations and vocabulary terms he was trying to memorize for his exams.
“Lots of studying?” Y/N asked as she set his coffee down, watching him switch anxiously between looking at his laptop and his textbook.
“Yeah, I have a trigonometry exam coming up soon,” he answered, not looking up at her. If he caught sight of her he’d get distracted, already losing himself in thoughts of what she might look like. Was her hair messy? Was she wearing any makeup? Was she smiling at as she so often did? Hard as he tried, he eventually looked up at her and smiled. She grinned back and wished him good luck before walking away.
He left that day with a napkin covered in trigonometry equations written in Y/N’s neat scrawl and a giant smile on his face.
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It took a few more days before either party’s friends began to catch wind of what was happening. Y/N’s friend and coworker soon made a point out of leaving the counter whenever Davey came in so that Y/N could talk to him. Each day her friends endured love struck rants about the handsome boy, each day responding that Y/N should just ask him out. That always ended the conversation quickly, Y/N too unsure of herself to actually make a move with Davey.
Davey’s friends finding out that he went to the coffee shop each morning in order to see the pretty barista who had served them that first day was a bit more eventful. It was Katherine who noticed the napkins after she went into Davey’s bedroom to retrieve a book she needed to borrow. She had grabbed them and brought them out for everyone to see, teasingly asking Davey who they were from and if he had anything to tell them.
“They’re nothing” Davey mumbled, trying to grab the from Katherine.
“Yeah, because a love note in French is nothing, right?” Jack asked, smiling down at one of the napkins Katherine had shown him. That had been the day Y/N had commented on Davey’s choice of french vanilla coffee. He had looked up what I meant later that day and found out that she had written some of the lyrics from a song called La Vie En Rose (which was now a favorite of his, but that was beside the point.) he visibly blushed at Jack’s comment, making everyone go wild.
“Why’s this one got equations on it?” Jojo asked, squinting at a more recent napkin.
“I was studying for trigonometry,” Davey explained quietly, mortified by his friends reading his notes. He couldn’t help feel like this was some sort of betrayal - those notes were supposed to for him and Y/N only.
“And she wrote down the equations for you? Oh, that is rich!” Romeo hollered, laughing loudly.
“Who is she?” Katherine asked excitedly, a napkin with a note comparing Davey’s eyes to an autumn day in her hand.
“Oh my god, it’s that barista from the coffee shop, isn’t it?” Race asked, a big grin on his face. “She couldn’t keep her eyes off you that day.” The group erupted into noise and argued until, finally, Davey gave in and said they could come with him to the coffee shop the next day. He was absolutely dreading it, but Katherine assured him that she would try to keep everyone in line.
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Y/N had given her shift to her friend, who was trying to save money to buy concert tickets. She was reluctant to give up her chance to write Davey another note, but she felt bad and wanted to support her friend as best as she could. This had earned her a warm hug that had fixed all her worries. Plus, she could use a cup of coffee anyways, and if she wasn’t working maybe she’d be able to actually talk to Davey for once. The hope of a proper conversation lifted her spirits.
When Davey and the rest of the boys (as well as Katherine) entered the shop, they were disappointed to find that Y/N wasn’t behind the counter. Davey didn’t know whether to be relieved or upset - seeing Y/N and receiving her little notes were the highlight of his day. It wasn’t until him and his friends were seated with their food and drinks that the bell on the door rang again and a gust of cold air blew into the room.
“I swear to god Y/N, you can’t stay away can you? You’re not even working!” Y/N laughed at her friend as she approached the counter, unaware of the amount of eyes trained on her as she took off her scarf and coat, revealing a sweater that looked as comfortable as could be.
“Oh c'mon, you know hot chocolate and fall days are my favorite combination!” She grinned as her friend and coworker went to go make her a hot chocolate. She walked over to an empty table and hung her scarf and jacket over her chair, setting her bag down and pulling out a book. Sighing in content, she began to read, oblivious to the antics going on behind her. Davey’s friends, it seemed, were literally pushing him toward her. With a final shove from Katherine, Davey approached Y/N nervously.
“Can I sit here?” He asked, gesturing to the empty seat across from her. She looked up from her novel to find him looking down at her, her face flushing immediately as she nodded yes. An awkward silence settled over them, both unable to think of something to talk about. Y/N was much better with a marker than she was with actually speaking to the beautiful boy she saw each day.
“Do you um… do you mean those things you write? On the napkins?” Davey finally spoke up, catching Y/N off guard.
“Oh, yeah…” She bit her lip nervously as she set her book down in the table. “But if you want me to stop, I can totally understand that. Especially if it makes you uncomfortable or - oh my god, does it make you uncomfortable? I’m so sorry!” Davey instinctively reached out for her hand, silencing her anxious ramble. She stared at the contact between their fingers with wide eyes before nervously entwining them together. Davey smiled at that, which in turn caused her to smile.
“They don’t make me uncomfortable,” he said softly, running his thumb over her knuckles. “I like them, actually. A lot.”
“Oh, okay. That’s good.” He opened his mouth to say something else but was interrupted by Y/N’s friend calling out her name. With a red face and a dazed smile, Y/N walked up to retrieve her hot chocolate before joining Davey again.
“My friends are all watching us,” he whispered, an annoyed edge to his voice. Y/N looked behind her with furrowed eyebrows to find the group of boys who had cost Race so much money, this time accompanied by a single girl. They all lifted their hands and waved as she looked at them. With an amused half-grin, she waved back. Race winked at her, much like Spot had that first day, and she turned back around quickly before they could see her blush.
“They seem… nice,” Y/N giggled softly. Davey smiled, his hand reaching for hers again. Taking a deep breath and mustering up all the confidence she had, Y/N spoke. “Maybe we could go somewhere where they’re not all watching us?” Davey’s eyes widened at the implication before he nodded enthusiastically, already half out of his seat. Y/N laughed slightly as his excitement but she pulled her coat and scarf back on nonetheless. As they walked by, a murmur of noise rose in the group of boys, at least one of them wolf whistling at the couple’s red faces and linked hands. Once outside and out of earshot, Davey turned to Y/N with a smile.
“We should grab some lunch, talk for a while,” he suggested.
“You asking me on a date, Davey?” Y/N asked teasingly.
“Depends: would you say yes if I was?”
“Definitely yes.”
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When Davey walked into his on-campus apartment that he shared with Jack the next morning, his hair ruffled and his clothes slightly out of place, Jack went insane. He called in all the other boys who lived in the same apartment complex as them, as well as Katherine who lived down the street, practically shouting out the news. Davey’s face stayed a permanent shade of red as his friends questioned him, looking for every detail. He refused to tell them anything, much to their disappointment. It didn’t take long for Race, however, to find the note with Y/N’s phone number on it sticking out of his coat pocket, accompanied by another note in French. Before anyone could use their phones to translate it, Davey stole the paper back and hid them where he’d be able to find them later. She had written more lyrics from La Vie En Rose, ones that made an easy smile spread across his face.
Et dès que he l'aperçois Alors je sens en moi Mon cœur qui bat Dès nuits d'amour à ne plus en finir
He could only feel relieved that they hadn’t found the English scrawled on the back. French vanilla is my new favorite autumn smell.
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french translation: and as soon as i see him so i feel inside me my heart beating nights of love to never end
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Summary: You work at the diner in town and Billy is hungry
Warnings: cursing, Billy ;)
Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Fem!reader
Word count: 1,372
A/N: Hey Guys! so... I am a big fan of Stranger Things and can't help have a slight crush on Billy (Dacre Montgomery with a mullet really bc lord knows Billy is a complex character.) Anyway I haven't written anything for a long time and I gotta kinda show some kinda love to him because he's helped me out of a writing block (I’v found myself daydreaming about him to much. Don’t judge.) Sorry if its rusty I hope it is as good as some of the ones I have read and added to the rather small collection of Billy fics.   -G Requests are: open 
     Walking into the diner you sigh as you see Alvin, your manager standing already talking to Carrie your best friend explaining todays specials. “Oh y/n your finally here I was worried I'd have to come looking for you.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Alvin was the perfect mix of hovering, overzealous, and being a complete creep. He was an...okay manager. Being the owners son he like to think he was in charge when Tyler, his father, wasn't there.      “I’m sorry I had to barrow my dads car mine is in the shop and-” you tried to explain as you put your bag on the hook by the back door in the kitchen. You try to tie your apron as you walked back up to the counter, to no avail. Carrie reached out to you tying it tightly. He cut you off “Look just be on time you almost didn't hear the specials, I added some new ones.”      “Oh god your really are gonna make them say that sh-.” Tommy, the cook, rolled his eye looking through the window out of the kitchen. Tommy was in your class and liked to tease Alvin, mostly because it was so easy to get a reaction from him. “No this is a big deal, kids come in here after school to get food and dad hasn't done anything to add some fun to the menu.” He said his eyes actually lighting up waving the new menus around. “I added two new specials and a dessert. So make sure you are telling them about the Fresh n’ Fruity pancake meal and Hawkins Tiger t-bone special. And smile don't forget to smile girls. Y/n put your hat on two.”      Tommy laughed “Okay one, no one comes to a small town diner for a steak, two these hats have got to go dude and three your not really gonna make the girls say that. Fresh and Fruity?” He laughed cowering back into the kitchen when Carrie through her pen at him.      You sigh leaning against the counter it had been five hours out of an eight hour shift and only about twelve customers had come in. Two old couples for dinner and some kids from school. Your feet hurt and your stupid uniform only made it worse. Your socks kept sliding down your ankles and saddle shoes where really not all that comfortable.      The uniform wasn't all that bad it was a dress, the bottom was light blue and the top was a darker blue made to look like a button up with a nice white crisp collar. And in all honesty you liked the apron, if you tied it tight enough it gave you shape. But you absolutely hated the stupid light blue pill box hat you had to wear tilled to one side. You felt like you belonged on a Happy Day’s re run.      The bell chimed but you didn't bother looking up as the people didn't pass by you which meant they where in Carries section. You feel Carrie nudge you as she counted her tips. “Hey I’ll let you take this one almost everyone has been sitting in my section.” You smirk glancing over and seeing two people and pick up two menus. “You just don't want to say Fresh n’ Fruity again.” You laughed and you walk to the table and feel your heart sink when you see him, Billy fucking Hargrove was smirking right at you.     You turn pleading for help but Carrie just counts her tips not noticing you. You bite your lip setting the menu down “can I get you anything to drink?” “We know what we want.” We both want water too, Billy glares out the window. You can see Alvin standing hopefully behind the counter willing you to remember to embrace yourself and tell them the specials. You can see Max doesn't know what she wants and Billy’s getting mad. So you take a deep breath, smile wide and saving her the only way you could think of. “Well todays specials include the Fresh and Fruity pancake meal. Or maybe or Hawkins Tigers T-bone steak.” You feel the blood rush to your face as Billy looks you up and down before chuckling deeply.       “I’ll just have a slice of your cherry pie babes.” You couldn't help but giggle, you felt so stupid, and you felt so awkward after just embarrassing yourself. You were being like all the other girls he liked to toy with if you kept this up. You turned to Max “And what can I get for you.” You smile at her. “I want the pancakes. Don't make me say the name though.” She looks up with you with a rather stern face but she smiles. “Don't worry honey I wouldn't make you say it.” You laugh saying it just loud enough so Alvin would get the hint, going to clip the ticket for Tommy.      You pick up two clean glasses and fill them with water. Carrie leans into you “Don't look now but Billy is eye fucking you.” Tommy laughs to himself as the drink station is right under the window to the kitchen. You smirk “And to think I call myself a virgin” You pick up the glasses taking them back to Max and Billy setting them down.      “Your food should be out soon” you go to turn but her grabs your wrist. “Let me take you out cherry” He smirks up at you. “I have a name you know-.” You frown “which I see so clearly written on the pretty little name tag right there, y/n. And there was that wink again. I’ll get your slice of pie then. He leaned back in his seat pulling the little mint green ash tray closer tapping the ash off the end of his cigarette squinting his eyes as he leaned forward to look at you. “Still waiting for a yes cherry.” You simply turned and walked to cut him a slice though you made sure to sway your hips a little more than normal.      You set their check on the table when they had finished. “You can just take this to the register when your ready...stud” with that you turned a little shocked with yourself. It was what you had been thinking not what you wanted to say and now you were looking down at a smirking Billy. You turned and quickly left out the front door to take your break.      You sit with carrie outside sharing a cigarette as Max jumped down the stairs and Billy came out looking down at you. “There you are.” He smirks leaning down slipping a 10 in your hand. “For being so good at your job. And hey if you do ever say yes to a date you should wear the hat.” He smirks standing up walking to his car.      “y/n go out on a date with him. Whats the worse that could happen really if he wants to play a game so could you and who knows he could really like you. If anything you could get your dad worked up when he comes to pick you up.” She's laughs crushing the cigarette.      You stand up calling to him “Hey Hargrove.” He smirk looking at you pushing his shades down his nose as a response. “Pick me up at eight and maybe I’ll wear the hat for you if you come to the door.” He just smirks gunning the engine and turning up the radio as the chorus of Rock you like a Hurricane starts.    
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Interesting message to wake up to:
“ I have a bit of a random question.  I am not trying to be rude or accusing, just genuinely curious.   
 Why are you so vocal about US politics?  I understand what happens over here effects everyone (though largely I think it's because we can't keep our hands to ourselves or shut up), but a lot of the people I follow who aren't american have added tags associated with our politics to their blacklist (can't say I blame them, I'm sick of hearing about it and I live here).  
You are easily one of the most vocal and prolific bloggers on my dash when comes to US politics (Mark Ruffalo outranks you in that regard, unsurprisingly).  You could easily get annoyed and leave it be; you can't vote or influence our government directly beyond assisting awareness.
So I can't help but wonder, why?”
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If you have to ask that question, then I do not think you understand the gravity of the situation.
Every country has political concerns, ours is a Prime Minister that keeps lying and keeps money in off-shore bank accounts so he doesn’t have to pay tax on it. Still, a slight step up from budgie-smuggler boy and his incredible feats of racism, misogyny, and onion-eating.
But the US tends to set a benchmark. America had Obama, during a time when the rest of the world was in chaos. Australia’s PM position was reduced to a game of musical chairs, the UK had the whole Brexit thing, human rights were being violated in other countries every second of every day and you don’ want to know what was happening to animals.
Obama, despite the blatantly racist haters, did a lot for that country; a lot that Trunk is now undoing, like a spiteful child that just moved into their cool older sibling’s room and immediately trashing anything that reminds them it was not theirs to begin with. Healthcare, human rights protections, unemployment decreasing, etc. And the man basically took over the presidency while everything was on fire; you know, like that one COMMUNITY gif, where the dude turned up with pizza for a party. 
He, and his family, were always under attack; but he still did his best to protect the citizens of the country. Overturning quite a few fucked up laws, and those are just the ones the rest of the world knew about. I have no doubt he got a few bills across his desk that he laughed at as he set them on fire; or the political equivalent.
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Fast-forwards to now.
Apart from the fact the US has the weirdest fucking voting system ever, where the person with the most votes can still lose; and no one is legally required to vote, but has to register every election, which means that their votes can be discounted with ‘computing errors’. The country made a mistake.
The hypocrisy of not wanting a Jewish man with heaps of political experience, or a woman with years of political experience, for President... is telling; considering what you elected anyway. I was very loud then, too.  Why? Because it was blatantly obvious to everyone from the outside how dangerous the Repubic-lican candidate(s) were and are. Think of it like standing on the beach, noticing a shark heading towards the surfers; you are calling out, “Look, there’s a fucking shark, move your ass mate!”, and only a few of them decide to swim in. The rest tell you that the shark has the right to be there, and that the shore’s emails are probably more of a problem. 
It was seriously concerning how many people were pro-Repub, pro-trunk. How they could not hear what he was saying; not understand that the rest of the world saw him as one hell of a dangerous practical joke being played on you all. And he was a joke, right up until he was elected and people realised, ‘Well fuck, he’s a problem now that he’s infringing on our white rights?’. 
Which the POC, LGBPTA+, disabled, and other communities could have told you from the start. (Which is why it’s so confusing to see people still at his rallies with ‘Women for Trunk’ and ‘Blacks for Trunk!’ signs... do you not know what he’s doing or are you getting paid?)
And the worst part is that if you remove this man, it’s like a matroyshka doll of bad decisions, trying to replace him. You have the ‘let’s electrocute the gays straight’ Pence, next in line... and he’s the tip of the racist/misogynistic/homophobic conservative iceburg, right? Everyone else after that is equally problematic.
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He bragged on live tv that he doesn’t pay taxes... like, at what point does your privilege run out?
Average peopl would fail to file taxes one year and lose everything. But not Trunk, oh no.
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The man in charge of everything, not only has no actual understanding of what he’s doing or basic legislative powers... but he’s a god-damned pedophile, racist, rapist, scam/conartist, and probably a dozen other things we don’t know about because he’s papered over it with money nd fancy lawyers.
His 13yr old victim had to give up prosecuting the injustice done against her, bc people were sending her death threats on his behalf. The man openly says on multiple occasions, he’d like to fuck his daughter (including sexualising his newborn in an interview about her birth, which was downright creepy, and more recently saying that what he has in common with his daughter is ‘Hopefully sex!’). The man bought beauty pageants to perv on the women involved; and has groped people inappropriately, then joked about it on stage.
What he did to his former wives is horrific; and he used gag orders to keep them quiet.
The fact he, not only mocked a disabled reporter so disrespectfully to the sound of Repubic-lican applause... but ALSO bragged he could kill someone in the middle of a public street and get away with it??? to further applause??? That has so many red flags, it’s hard to understand why people still supported him?
The amount of lawsuits against him, for his various scams and cons, was ridiculously high. There are multiple stories (with evidence) of this man taking advantage of businesses and ruining them.
‘A businessman is exactly what america needs!’ THE MAN BANKRUPTED A CASINO. How do you do that? Also, he was given a million dollars and the business to start with; like, he’s pretty much done nothing except open a string of failed side businesses, and fucked them up. 
And he believes ‘hard work will get you places’ ironically.
He doesn’t like poor people, and yet a lot of his constituents make up the demographic of people living near or below minimum wage. He doesn’t believe in universal healthcare; Obamacare/ACA is close enough to our Medicare system, and it keeps us alive. It’s imperative to the functioning of such a large country? but he doesn’t like the idea of it taking money from the government.
Not to mention, the man flat-out stated he would refuse to use existing services (white house, security), meaning that he’d found a loophole wherein he could pay himself millions of dollars a fucking day in order to be President. The security, trunk tower, etc.
And he claims his business has an impartial trust board in place, to make certain he can’t be accused of financial interests contrary to those of the american people... but, whoops, that’s not happening. Not to mention he came right out and was using his presidential platform to bitch about Nordstrom dropping his daughter’s brand. Commercial interest, much?
What did he have on Hillary? Emails. She and her staff used private emails to send a few political memos, some fucking lolcat memes, and more than one altruistic email about rendering aid to someone. And apparently that made her shadier than him??? Since he was elected, the presidonk went out of his way to tweet from his private account, his entire staff (and wasn’t hiring a debacle?) uses private emails to send important messages, and he has a very strong online presence which seems counter-intuitive to retaining some degree of secrecy. (E.g. as seen by the man taking a classified briefing at a dinner party, wherein people had the opportunity to freaking get photos of the secret service members and documents). 
The WALL. He said he was going to build a big wall, and make the people he was keeping out, pay for it. And people felt that was a stroke of genius. ??????????????? 
Claiming he would ‘ban all Muslims’. By which he clearly meant, ‘anyone who is any shade of brown or black, because I don’t know what a Muslim is, but I sure don’t like them’. People during segregation would probably side-eye this man for his odd views; also probs bc he’s perpetually orange.
The russia affair.  Everyone with two brain cells to rub together can see something shady af is happening there. There’s a connection, there were long-standing deals, and suddenly russia hacks election results? Like... it makes total sense. Trunk is like a parody or himself, a big old puppet that any world leader could manipulate with the right words. And what an opportunity, for whomsoever got their words in his ear first.
Not to mention the whole #AlternativeFacts bullshit.  Dude can’t lie well; small children are more plausible. 
‘But her emails’.
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You ever noticed that almost every single world leader appears physically repulsed when meeting him?  That kind of person you get that, ‘be ready to run or fight at any second’ feeling from? Its on their faces, and yet they have to play nice. 
It was just interesting.
Especially when you add in the look on his current wife’s face whenever he’s not looking directly at her. Fear, or something more complex. 
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Trunk is infringing on basic human rights. Like Hitler.
He singled out a specific race/ethnic or religious group/minority to target in his campaign speeches. Like Hitler.
He’s calling the media false, and telling people to only listen to him. Like Hitler.
He was a joke to start with. So was Hitler, right before he killed several million people.
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People are going to die, if they have not already. He doesn’t like free healthcare/the Obamacare system because why should he pay for poor people to keep living?
We’ve established he’s very... racist, homophobic, transphobic, misogynistic, etc. These are known facts. Not #alternativefacts, these can be proven. 
He’s dangerous, like a toddler in a tantrum with their hand on the nuclear launch button. There is no one in his staff to tell him ‘No’, or ‘That’s fucking stupid, try again, you great big orange wanker’. He’s surrounded by yesmen with even more dangerous/radical conservative belief systems. A good leader must have someone who will challenge them on their edicts and ideas; e.g. the way our PM can say, ‘I want unicorns for everyone’, but it has to go through the Parliament, who can then say, ‘Fuck you, how will you fund it you ludicrous bogan bastard?’ and it becomes a conversation-slash-argument. At the moment, the Repubic-licans own the President, and the Senate; which means that bad ideas are just going to become reality and a lot of people are placed in danger.
Just, you know, not anyone Trunk cares about. 
He didn’t even have a staff when he goddamn came into power. Like he didn’t want the win, just the notoriety of running and suddenly he had to do Things and Stuff, with all those icky Responsibilities, he’d been using money to keep away for years. 
And now? He’s chosen a series of terrible people for the most inappropriate positions possible. The Education Minister believes kids should work instead, and has no idea how the education system works at all. The head of security fucked up so bad he had to resign within a fortnight of employment.
He fired the Attorney General for DOING HER JOB.
The CIA don’t want to tell Trunk anything, bc they know he’ll have a long dreamy phonecall with his russian bff.
He’s got a defence minister out there threatening to leave NATO, unless other countries put more effort into a war no one wants.
He’s antagonised hostile countries. 
He actually tried to build the fucking wall.
He literally instigated a Muslim ban, and threw a tantrum when the court said, “Bruh, the fuck? Did you even read the constitution? Or do we need to hire someone to read it to you???”
He’s just done so much shit in under a month, it’s obscene, and there’s u to four years left of this. And people still support it?
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His fanbase are largely: > rich and relying on his affinity for affluence to keep them safe,   >obscenely conservative, and want him to enforce their ideologies (including removing bodily autonomy from predominantly ciswomen & transmen in relation to pregnancy/birthcontrol/abortion access, etc.) >uneducated people from low socioeconomic backgrounds who believe in the promises he makes about mproving things >neo-n*zi/racists who would love nothing more than to have free reign to remove anyone not ‘white enough’ for their liking (inclu. POC, jews, gay people, etc.) >Misogynists, Rapists, Pedophiles who see him as president and think, ‘If he can get away with it to the point he’s elected head of country... then who is to stop me?’ >And various other problematic groups.
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Why should people who are not american care?
It does affect us to a certain degree, but the reality is... this is a thing that’s happening right now, to people, and none of them can leave. It’s called empathy, it’s called keeping a spotlight on him, and exposing the shady shit he’s up to. 
Hitler was a joke, until things got real. 
The difference was that social media and the internet didn’t exist. People got their information from specific hitler-approved media (you know, how trunk wants everyone to get news from him and fox alone?), but today... there are hundreds of thousands of eyewitnesses to everything. They can reach out and share it with the rest of the world, who are paying attention. He can’t make shit up without a thousand voices + downcrying it as the falsehood it was. There is global opposition to his nonsense, and it sends a message. 
He’s not getting away with what he wants to do. He can try. But history has its eyes on him; and so does the world. 
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It is important to be vocal about it, to never let him forget that he can buy people to shout at his rallies, but people around the world and in his country, KNOW the shit he’s up to. Know what he is.
Right down to the second he makes a bad decision, the world will know. Because social media exists, because vigilant people exist and can mobilise. Did you see the Women’s March? That was the power of being loud, being organised, being ready to respond. That’s a good example of why it matters.
As long as people are suffering, someone should be paying attention, drawing attention, and seeking ways to help. In the US, in other countries that have far worse happening; and many do. But for now, the reality is that a world powerhouse has a foolish, dangerous man at the helm; who is making everyone nervous as to what ridiculous thing he will do next. 
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To answer your question: No, I cannot vote in a US election, but I sure as hell can try to influence the perceptions of those who live there and follow me, provide resources to help them cope when some ridiculous edict he makes stresses them out, and remind the rest of the world what is going on. 
What is happening is not normal, and sometimes you need an external contrast to perceive that. E.g. when you work with clients in DV situations, their perception of ‘normal’ is skewed to mean ‘whatever the abuser has normalised’... rather than what societal perceptions of normality entail. 
What all dictators want is for complete control, taken through manipulation and people having their rebellious thoughts burned out into weary resignation. 
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TL;DR - History is watching us, waiting to see what happens, and every dissenting voice from any corner of the globe adds to the resistance. Especially if their goal is to support and empower the people directly facing the danger on a daily basis.
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