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st7rnioioss · 3 months

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chris sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: teeny tiny angst, swearing, smut!!!, oral fem!receiving, p in v, kissing, NOT PROOFREAD

word count: 1.3k

a/n: hii everyoneee. i really really like this song, and like the whole story behind it. thought it would be fitting for a fic teehee.

summary: You had gotten together with Chris 10 months ago. This relationship was a two-way mirror. Chris only saw one side of the relationship, whereas you saw two. But of course, this was a one way street, so it only went downhill after you had gotten together.

GUYS I CANNTO WRITE ORAL HELP😭 sorry

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Gimme all your love so I can fill you up with hate

Your POV

“Chris, I think we should end this relationship. This is not working out, you know I’m looking for a future with you! I can’t believe you’re being so selfish!” I spat, heavy tears running down my already-soaked cheeks. Chris looked nowhere near bothered. His hands were in the pockets of his stupid Cherry LA sweatpants. His face fell.

“Love, I told you this when we got together. As I said, there is nothing good underneath my appearance, I warned you. It’s not my fault that you thought you could change me.” he looked frustrated, his brows furrowed.

I couldn’t believe him. He had seemed so changed after a few months of dating, but apparently he wasn’t. I gave him all my love, yet he’s filling me up with nothing but hate.

“Chris, I think you need to leave. Now.” my voice lowered and broke a couple times in that sentence.

“Come back tomorrow and grab your things, please,” I sniffed, adjusting the strap of my tank top that had fallen off from my frustration. Chris was staring at me. He seemed surprised by what I had just told him, which made me even more mad at him. So selfish.

After a bit of hesitation, Chris left my apartment in a heap with a small pat on my shoulder.

Chris’s POV

With a pat on her back, I was out.

From the beginning of this relationship, situationship may be more fitting, I knew she wanted to change me, and she was sure she could. I knew she couldn’t. No one can. But what I also know, is that she would always hold a special place in my heart. I do love her, I’m just not in for anything serious or long-term, which she has made clear a bunch of times she is.

I made my way out of her driveway. Suddenly I hated this car. Where she was once sitting, laughing at my stupid jokes, pulling me in to kiss her, going through a drive-thru, was now a heavy silence. I was shattered. It didn’t feel real.

Time skip

I was staring at the ceiling, lying in my empty, cold, bed. I couldn’t believe I managed to fuck up this bad. I truly did love her, it was just the commitment that scared me to death. The effort you have to put into a long-term relationship.

And of course, as I’m lying here, the memories start flooding over me, and I did nothing to stop it.

Flashback, third person POV

“Chris, stop! What the fuck are you doing!” she laughed loudly, running onto the damp grass in the backyard. He giggled, trying to throw another cup of water onto her but failed miserably.

“You’re ass! At least try, Chris!” she teased, making her way to the blanket that was spread across the grass. She stumbled over a few pillows, a squeal leaving her lips as she fell over.

He was hovering over her in no time, looking down at her as he poured the water onto her.

“Oh, that was a good one,” he laughed, leaning down between her legs on the floral blanket,

“Oh my god, you’re such a dork, Chris. I’m wearing a white shirt.” she lowered her voice and tucked a piece of drenched hair behind her ear.

“That’s the point,” he almost whispered, leaning down to capture her lips in a gentle but desperate kiss.

“I love you, Chris,” she whispered with a cheesy smile, running a hand through his wet hair.

Her smile faded as there was no response.

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Flashback, Chris POV

Her legs were propped up on my shoulders, head in the pillow, my hands wrapped around her thighs.

“Shh, I’ll take care of you, okay?” I mumbled, ducked my head into her pussy. She was glistening with arousal already.

“Chris please- I need you so bad,” she whimpered, bucking her hips forward, up to my face. I teasingly flicked my nose against her clit, slowly licking a stripe up her folds.

“Oh my god. Stop teasing me,” she whined, intertwining her fingers with my hair. I held her hips down, keeping her in place from escaping my grasp.

So I stopped teasing. Sticking my tongue into her, I earned a loud moan from her. I’ll never get tired of that, it’s like music to my ears.

“You gotta be quiet for me, baby. You don’t want Matt or Nick to hear, right? I promise, I’ll let you scream all you want later,” I chuckled darkly, going back to sucking on her clit gently, earning a few more, attempted muffled, moans from her, making my head spin.

“Please go faster,” she panted, tugging at my hair. She knew it made me go crazy when she did that. In return I let out a groan, making her hips grind against my face.

Again, I slowly licked up her folds, sticking my tongue back into her pussy, purposely rubbing my nose against her sensitive clit. I tried my best not to grind my hips into the bed, but her moans alone turned me so much on.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew she was impossibly close to her orgasm.

“Turn around for me,” I murmured, standing up to take off my sweatpants and boxers. There she was, lying on the bed in front of me, her back facing me.

“Good. Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?” I said as I positioned myself behind her, grabbing her hips to position her ass up in the air.

She nodded silently, propping herself up on her elbows.

“Now, try to be quiet,” I snickered, aligning myself with her soaked pussy. Slowly, I slid into her, groaning as I bottomed out.

“Fuck, this pussy was made for me,” I whined, pulling out before thrusting back into her. A few lewd moans escaped her lips, elbows shaking as she fell face-forward into the pillows.

My hands were gripping her hips tightly, speeding up my thrusts as I felt her clench around me.

“Chris, I’m- I’m close. Please-” she moaned. My fingers found their way to her mouth, sticking two fingers in.

“You heard me. Be- be quiet,” I stuttered, keeping my fast pace, the only sounds filling the room being the squelching from her dripping pussy and the occasional quiet whimpers and moans from our both.

“I- Chris,” she whined quietly, cum slowly covering my cock as she reached her climax.

I didn’t stop my thrusts, in fact, I sped up. Her back arched, falling completely forward as I kept going.

“You can take it. I know you can,” I groaned, feeling my own orgasm approaching. Tightly, I gripped her hair, pulling her face up to look at herself in the mirror beside the bed. I could tell she was close again.

“I want you to look at me when you cum for a second time,” that was a lie. I wanted to look at her. Her fucked out expression made me go fucking insane.

It didn’t take me long to finish inside her.

End flashback.

Your POV, present time.

I was shattered. I really did love Chris. A lot. And now he’s gone, possibly forever. Well, not until he picks up his things from my apartment.

I had spent the rest of the afternoon on my couch, eating a shit ton of ice cream, and watching the movies me and Chris never got to finish... That’s another story.

He hadn’t texted me all day since I told him to go home. I mean it made sense, but he always texted me whenever he got home.

What if he went out? Is he hurt? Did attend a party? Is he also crying on his couch? Sleeping?

All the thoughts circling my head gave me a headache. I settled on going to sleep on the couch, trying to sleep the thoughts, and pain, away.

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bumblesimagines · 10 months

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Midnight Beach

Part 4

Request: Yes or No

A lil short

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The rumbling of the engine shut off once he turned the key. He held it in place while his other hand gripped the steering wheel. He could turn his car back on and drive back home. Avoid seeing Sarah Cameron, no matter how much Rafe whined about it. But he couldn't avoid her forever, and he couldn't let one girl ruin the rest of his summer by merely existing. He pulled the key out and shoved it in his pocket, using his shoulder to push open the door and hop out of his jeep. He closed the door and walked up to the glass front doors, stepping inside and searching for Rafe's familiar face.

"What are you doing here?"

Fuck.

"Where's Rafe?" (Y/N) asked without turning around to look at the girl. He didn't want to see if John B was standing beside her with a cast on his arm after Topper shoved him off an old tower. His jealousy-induced rage had only prompted a sympathetic Ward to take John B in, providing him a room at the Cameron mansion. Her flip-flops squeaked as she walked, growing closer until she brushed past him and toward the kitchen.

"What? You two are besties now?" She questioned, opening the fridge and taking out a bottle of water. She brought the bottle to her lips and turned around, watching him curiously. After taking a sip, she continued, "I thought you hated him."

"At least he's loyal." The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. Sarah paused her movements, the bottle still pressed to her lips. Her brows lifted in surprise but she didn't bother making a retort. (Y/N) took in a deep breath, contemplating apologizing, but he spotted Rafe out of the corner of his eye dragging his dirt bike across the long driveway toward a discarded toolbox. Wordlessly, he turned his back to the blonde and walked outside, cutting through the grass and reaching the older Cameron.

"(Y/N), my man!" Rafe grinned widely and turned off the bike. He reached out and grabbed the back of (Y/N)'s head, pulling him closer and planting a kiss on his forehead. (Y/N) grunted softly when Rafe released him, bringing a hand to his head and rubbing it. "How you been? You hear what Ward did? Bringin' that dirty Pogue into our house?"

"Yeah, I heard. Kelce called and mentioned it." (Y/N) responded, looking over the red dirt bike. Rafe opened the toolbox and crouched down by the back tire, tightening one of the bolts.

"It's bullshit, man. That little bitch was behind it too. She begged him all night until he finally said yes like he always does. Fuckin' Sarah. Always getting away with shit." Rafe sucked his teeth and tossed the tool aside.

"She doesn't owe me anything, Rafe. If she wanted to break up-"

"Nah, man. This is your problem. You let everyone walk all over you and then you flock to their side when they get hurt. You gotta toughen up, bro. You need to get revenge for what happened. Topper said he saw her all over John B on that tower." Rafe scoffed, strands of blonde hair falling over his face when he shook his head in disgust.

"I'd say falling out of a tower and getting his arm broken was karma enough. He could've died."

"Good. One less Pogue to worry about." Rafe murmured, looking over his bike and nodding in satisfaction. He shoved his hand in his pocket and fished out a small clear baggy with white powder inside. (Y/N) grimaced, watching Rafe pour the powder out on the bike seat in a line and motion to it. When (Y/N) shook his head, Rafe shrugged and leaned down, sniffing up the powder.

"You gonna give me a bump, big boy? Man, check out this place, though, huh? It's fancy!" Rafe's head snapped over his shoulder with widened fearful eyes. (Y/N) blinked at his reaction, looking down the driveway at the man walking toward them with a menacing smirk on his face. He looked widely out of place with shaggy black hair, a sweat-stained top, and khakis. He had a single golden grill on one tooth and a thin line of facial hair above his lips.

"Hey, Barry, Barry, Barry-" Rafe called out frantically to him, swallowing nervously and glancing toward the house in case his parents or siblings stepped out.

"It's a nice place to live!" Despite the grin on his face and casual tone, his dark eyes were filled with nothing but anger. He tilted his head to look at (Y/N) and stuck out his calloused hand. "What's your name, huh?"

"(Y/N)." He answered cautiously, taking Barry's hand and shaking it.

"(Y/N), hm? Now, you look like you'd pay on time. Unlike Country Club over here." Barry's grin turned into a sneer and Rafe stepped forward toward him, body lightly trembling. (Y/N) instinctively took a step back from the two men, gaze flickering between them and then shifting on the dots of white left over on the seat. Oh.

Leaning in, Rafe spoke quietly, "Listen, I don't have your money, alright? You shouldn't be here right now. What are you doing? Give me till the weekend, okay? All I- all I need you to do is front me more coke. I-I got a good guy comin' over this weekend, okay? It's cool, right?" (Y/N) had never seen Rafe so.. afraid and panicked. Rafe only ever showed a cool and calm front, occasionally overtaken by anger or malice. But Barry made him look like a child, small and fearful.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... How come you got all this nice shit, though? Can you tell me that? You ain't got my money, but you got all this nice shit." Barry tapped the seat of the bike and scoffed softly, suddenly lifting his fist. Rafe immediately cowered and backed up, nearly tripping over his feet. (Y/N) stepped forward but Barry lifted a hand in his direction in warning, keeping him rooted in his spot.

"M-Man, just chill!" Rafe tried only for Barry snatched him by the collar and dragged him toward the bike, grabbing his hand and pressing his wrist against the heated exhaust. Rafe pleaded for him to stop as his skin sizzled but his begging made Barry press his wrist harder against the metal. (Y/N) felt his throat run dry, finally moving when Barry released Rafe and shoved him back. (Y/N) got on his knees down beside Rafe, carefully grabbing his arm and looking at his reddening skin. Rafe whimpered and groaned, eyes squeezing shut in pain.

"How's that feel, baby? That's just the comin' attractions, big boy." Barry spat and turned, stepping toward the bike and grabbing the helmet. "Consider this shit right here your down payment." He turned the key and put on the helmet, swinging one leg over the bike and taking off down the driveway.

"I fucking warned you, Rafe. I told you that shit wouldn't be worth it." (Y/N) muttered, rising onto his feet and pulling Rafe up along with him. Rafe groaned in response, leaning against him as (Y/N) took him inside. He led him toward one of the bathrooms and put down the toilet seat, having Rafe sit down on it. He turned on the faucet, checking the temperature and pulling Rafe's arm under it. Rafe whimpered loudly, stomping his foot down on the tiled floor. (Y/N) looked up at him, noticing the tears beginning to slip down his cheeks.

"Fuck, man-"

"Rafe, Rafe, just breathe." (Y/N) stepped toward him, slipping his fingers into Rafe's hair. Rafe pressed his face against his stomach, shoulders shaking as he sobbed into his shirt. (Y/N) whispered soft reassuring comforts, raking his fingers through his blonde locks until he calmed down. Once Rafe's breathing evened, (Y/N) tilted his head back and brushed away the tear streaks.

"Please, don't tell anyone... Don't tell my dad, please."

"I won't, Rafe. I promise, okay? I'm going to find some ointment for your arm and painkillers, alright? Stay here." (Y/N) waited for Rafe to nod and slump back against the toilet before leaving the bathroom. Stepping out into the hallway, he noticed Sarah sitting at one of the tables with her earphones in and a notebook in hand. They made brief eye contact and Sarah took out one of the earbuds, lips parting to speak but he turned away and headed up the spiral staircase. Her voice echoed through the mansion and soon he heard the sound of her footsteps following him.

"(Y/N), listen, I get why you're upset, but Liv broke up with you for the same exact reason! I don't want you to hate me." (Y/N) tried his best to tune out her voice as he walked down the hallway, entering one of the many guest bathrooms and crouching down in front of the sink cabinet. He opened it and searched through the items inside, finding some painkillers and setting them down on the sink. He sighed, seeing Sarah appear in the doorway. "I know I hurt your feelings but- what are you doing?"

"Rafe was trying to fix his bike and his arm slipped on the exhaust. He got a little burned and I just want to be careful." (Y/N) responded easily, finding the ointment for burns and standing up. He nudged the cabinet closed with his knee and took the painkillers, holding the two items in one hand and facing his ex. She pressed her hand against the doorway in an attempt to block him, huffing lightly when (Y/N) simply ducked under her arm and headed back to the staircase.

"You can't be mad forever!"

"For the record, Liv broke up with me 'cause she realized she liked girls more than guys. She didn't cheat on me with some random-" (Y/N) halted at the top of the stairs, looking down at Ward. He stared back at him with furrowed brows and a disappointed frown. Sarah's breath lightly hitched in her throat, lips pressing firmly together at the sight of her dad. Ward tilted his body, allowing (Y/N) room to pass. The teen slowly did, keeping his head bowed and quietly greeting him. He quickened his pace once he reached the bottom of the staircase and entered the bathroom, handing the pill bottle off to Rafe and gently wiping ointment on the burn.

"(Y/N)-"

"What are you going to do, Rafe? If you haven't paid him, it means Ward cut you off. What are you... Are you gonna steal? Fake it til you make it? Deal some more?"

"I'll do whatever I need to do. And I need you by my side."

"Absolutely not. I-I'm not getting involved with that guy!"

"(Y/N), (Y/N), I need you, okay?" Rafe stood up from the toilet seat and took the sides of his face into his hands, oddly gentle for someone who always manhandled him. Rafe stared into his eyes pleadingly and sighed softly. "You're a pacifist, you're- you're good with people. You know how to charm them, how to get them to like you. You can do the same with Barry. You can help me convince him if I'm not able to get this money."

"Rafe, that is the stupidest shit-"

"I'll get the money, don't worry about it. But in case I don't, I need to know you'll be by my side. That you'll stay by my side. I'm not gonna fuck you over. I'm not gonna leave like your folks or Liv or Sarah. I'll be right here whenever you need me, like always. When have I ever done wrong by you? When have I ever lied or-or hurt you, huh? You can trust me. I'm your friend, 'kay? And friends have each other's backs. No matter what. Right?"

"...Right."

"I'm going to take something from my dad-"

"Rafe, what the hell-"

"Just listen to me, alright? I'll sneak into his office. He's got a safe in there with a bunch of fancy shit and money inside. I'll take a watch, we drive to a pawn shop, we get the money, and we give it to Barry. That's it." Rafe explained, releasing his face and taking in a deep breath. (Y/N) frowned, a soft mix between a whine and a groan leaving him. Rafe patted his arm and opened the bathroom door, stepping out and heading upstairs to his dad's office. (Y/N) sighed heavily and walked out of the bathroom, approaching the front doors and crossing his arms as he waited for Rafe.

"This is so dumb." (Y/N) whispered, tapping his foot on the ground and rubbing his thumb against the ring on his pointer finger. He glanced toward the staircase every so often, waiting for Rafe to descend with whatever he'd chosen to steal. And after a few minutes, he did. With Ward in tow.

"You got (Y/N) wrapped up in this too? Jesus, Rafe, what were you thinking?" Ward scoffed, frowning at his son who avoided his eyes. Ward held some cash in his hand, likely the money Rafe owed Barry. He sighed heavily and gently pushed Rafe toward the doors before stopping in front of (Y/N) and resting his fists against his hips. "I'm sorry, son. I-I taught my kids better than this. Their behavior is incredibly disappointing. I apologize on their behalf."

"It's alright, Mr. Cam- Ward."

"No, it's not alright. I've already spoken to Sarah and I'll speak to Rafe too. Thank you for protecting them and caring for them but in the future, I would appreciate it if you were honest with me. They're my kids. I need to know what's going on with them, alright?" (Y/N) nodded and Ward smiled, giving his arm a gentle rub and stepping outside. Ward paused for a moment and turned to look at him over his shoulder.

"Sometimes I wish you'd been my kid. God knows your parents are missing out. You're a good kid. I'm proud of you."

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"He kicked you out? Just like that?"

"Just like that," Rafe sighed heavily, bringing the scotch glass to his lips and drinking from it. "I told you, he'll do anything for Sarah and nothin' for me. And you know what? I'm a little hurt you don't want me staying with you in that big house."

"I don't want coke in my house, Rafe." (Y/N) murmured, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the railing. He glanced at Kelce and Topper as Kelce teased the blonde, likely about Sarah and John B. He heard the rumble of a car pulling up at the dock and turned his head, feeling the hair on the back of his neck rise.

"I know but I promised not-"

"Rafe Cameron! Get over here!" Barry hollered as he got out of his car. Rafe froze and turned to look at the man, sucking his teeth and setting his glass down. He nodded to Topper and made eye contact with (Y/N), lifting a brow. (Y/N) grunted and begrudgingly followed Rafe and Topper to Barry. Rafe wrapped his arm around Barry's shoulder, leading him away from the property.

"What are you going, man? You good?"

Shrugging his arm off, Barry got in his face, "No, I ain't good, man. Why's your whole family thinkin' I'm just some bitch they can shit on? First I gotta deal with your dad kneecapping me in my own house-"

"You got your money, man. You got your money."

"That ain't the point! I'm asking you, what am I? Am I just some little bitch? Is that what your family looks at me like?" Barry snapped at Rafe, getting further in his face. When Rafe shook his head rapidly, Barry scoffed. "No? Okay, so then why is your little sister and her little surf rat friends runnin' around stealin' 25k out my house? Can you tell me that?"

"My little sister robbed you?" Topper and (Y/N) exchanged wide-eyed looks. Sarah and John B had only been dating for a couple of days and he'd already gotten her into trouble with a dealer. Rafe stared at Barry, his shock only angering Barry further.

"Yeah, Sarah robbed me. That's why I'm here."

"She won't even pick up a dollar off the street-"

"Do I look dumb to you? You think I don't understand what's goin' on here? 'Cause I'm telling you right now, you better sort this out with your sister, or else I am. 'Cause I want my money." Barry sneered, his words sending a chill down (Y/N)'s spine.

"Listen," Rafe's breathing became shallow, bordering on hyperventilating. "I don't know what you're talking about. Enlighten me."

"Enlighten you? The Pogues are all around Outer Banks stealin' shit out of everybody's house, and you got no idea? Your sister's involved in it!"

"Sarah Cameron, home invader? You know how stupid-" As Rafe placed his hand down on Barry's shoulder, Barry grabbed his wrist, digging his fingers into Rafe's burn. He roughly shoved Rafe forward, nearly making him fall. (Y/N) moved quickly, steadying Rafe and keeping him upright

"You know how stupid you are? How many times I gotta deal with you?" Barry spat at him, turning his glare onto Topper when he put himself between the two. Immediately, he pressed his chest against Topper's, yelling in his face and mocking his stammering. (Y/N) swallowed and moved toward them, gently grabbing Topper's arm and pulling him out of the way of Barry's wrath.

"We're gonna figure this out, alright? We'll figure this out and we'll set everything straight, okay? Nobody has to get hurt, not right now." (Y/N) spoke calmly, lifting his brows at Barry and watching him slowly even out his breathing.

"Imma get my money." He breathed, eyes shifting onto Rafe as he backed up toward his car. "If it's not from you, it's from her. Remember that." Barry got into his car, slamming the door shut and peeling off down the street. (Y/N) looked at the two blondes and took in a deep breath. Ward bailed Rafe out for nothing. And now Barry knew (Y/N)'s face and name.

"What are you doin', Rafe? What are you gonna do?" Topper asked him, glancing in the direction of Barry's car until it disappeared around the corner. Rafe shook his head, walking away from them and inspecting his burn.

"Nothin'. It's not my problem." Rafe replied, wincing and hissing softly under his breath.

"You heard him, Rafe. If he hurts Sarah and Ward finds out, who do you think he's going to blame?" (Y/N)'s words made Rafe stop in his spot, every muscle in his body tensing at the mention of his dad. Rafe squeezed his eyes shut and loudly groaned, cursing softly under his breath and walking toward his dirt bike that he'd gotten back the night Ward paid Barry.

"Come on then!" He called, snatching his helmet and putting it on. Topper breathed a sigh of relief and quickly jogged over, getting on his own bike. (Y/N) took his keys out of his pocket and approached his jeep, getting in and turning the engine on. He drove after the boys, going deeper into The Cut in search of John B and his group of misfits. They spotted the familiar minivan in no time heading down a road in a neighborhood. (Y/N) broke off from the other Kooks, going down a different road and turning into the street the minivan drove down on. He stopped in front of it as Rafe attempted to get them to pull over, his jeep forcing John B to hit the brakes.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sarah got out of the minivan first, throwing the door shut and storming toward her brother. Her new boyfriend stepped out of the car but kept his distance, eyes trailing over to the jeep. (Y/N) rested his arm on the windowsill and watched Sarah and Rafe shout at each other. John B only turned away when Topper finally caught up to them, getting off his bike and approaching him. Sarah finally finished, calling Rafe a psycho and crossing her arms. With Rafe and Topper getting on their bikes and driving off, (Y/N) turned his jeep around, ignoring Sarah when she tried speaking to him and following the two back to Figure Eight.

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wolfiemcwolferson · 9 months

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Uh, sorry about this. Piarles drabble under the cut.

Pierre has his fingers of one hand tangled in Porter's collar and the other are running over and over a blade of grass.

His sunglasses are resting on his face and he can feel the bottom of the lenses pressing into his cheekbones - they'll be greasy with sunscreen and sweat when he stands up, but he doesn't plan to stand up anytime soon.

People out here say that summer slips away, but that's not the truth. Summer doesn't slip away here. Summer lingers at the door like you do when you're leaving a friend's house - moving out to the porch and the grass and then finally the car before you finally drive away.

That's what summer is in the south. It lingers for almost too long, but Pierre knows that these too warm days are going to be gone for at least a few months. He won't be able to lay on the earth and feel the heat underneath his body and he won't hear the green grass rustle together and -

Porter sits up and Pierre has to let him go, cracking one eye to look over at him - alert and aware. Pierre sits up too.

"What is it, boy?" Pierre asks at the same time he hears a truck engine - down the road, breaking his peaceful summer afternoon, but he's not expecting anyone so he stands, snapping at Porter to keep him by his side instead of bolting towards the road.

Pierre watches - waits. Sweats underneath the sun as he stands 100 yards away from his house and watches as a shiny new pickup truck turns into his driveway.

It's too expensive to be anyone he knows. It's too expensive to be here. And then he inhales sharply, thinking about that developer who had been sniffing around.

"Come on," Pierre whispers and Porter bolts - straight for the back door, all grace and speed and strength and Pierre jogs after him, pulling the greasy sunglasses off his nose and tucking them into the collar of his t-shirt.

He needed to fix the fence on the east side of the fields today, but he'd run himself into the ground last week and he deserved a day off - even if his day off started with morning chores. Still a day off, he reminds himself. Still a day off if you're off during the afternoon.

The too fancy truck doesn't stop in the driveway like most people do, no it drives right off the gravel and into the spot beside Pierre's old truck - stopping there.

The tint is too dark for Pierre to see inside, and he changes directions. Fuck going through the house, he's gonna go straight out there and see who the fuck this is.

"Porter," Pierre calls out and because he's a good dog, he trots right back, changing directions effortlessly.

He's nearly to the chicken coop when the engine cuts out and he speeds up, jogs around the side of the building, scaring the chickens in their run, which sets up the idiot goose his niece picked out, and he curses aloud.

"Hi Pierre."

Pierre's world turns over as Charles Leclerc steps out of the cab and into the dirt.

He only realizes he's stopped moving because Porter bumps his hand with his nose and Pierre looks down at him.

It's probably only two seconds. Probably.

But, time moves differently here, so he can't really be sure.

When he looks back up, the smile that Charles had when he stepped out of the truck has slipped off his face and his shoulders have dropped. Definitely not that boy Pierre had driven away from at 23 - sure of his place in a big city - sure of his life that didn't include Pierre.

That was also six years ago.

Somehow it feels like six months ago at the same time.

Pierre whistles, tries to relax his face into something friendly and he lets out a low whistle. "Nice truck you got there, Charles Leclerc. You gonna come in and have dinner and tell me all about it?"

The smile comes back immediately. Charles takes one big step away from the truck, hands shoved deep in his pockets. "I hope your cooking has gotten better."

Pierre laughs and Porter bumps his hand and and Charles takes a step towards him and Pierre takes a proper look at him - jeans that look soft and well worn at the thigh, boots that are broken in, grey t-shirt with a spot in the center of it where he's apparently sweat through. He looks good. Soft.

"I bought out the David's." Charles offers up and Pierre only stays upright because he tangles his fingers back into Porter's collar.

Charles is 15 paces from him still, but Pierre can see every micro-expression as Pierre says, "That means you're sticking around for awhile."

"I am," Charles nods. "I'm home."

It's complicated. It's complicated as hell, but Pierre has spent most of the last six years thinking Charles' was gone - that he was a blizzard - a once in a lifetime event for him. But, maybe he's like a summer.

#piarles #k bye

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countrymusiclover · 10 months

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79 - A Long Awaited Evening

Part 80

Gemini Runaway

@icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

Mature content don't read if you're not 18 +

The drive back to the house in the middle of the woods was silent. Freya was driving and Kol was in the passenger seat. Klaus and I were tangled up against each other as much as we could with Rebekah and Elijah sitting on either side of us. Finally the car pulled in the driveway and the others got out. “I don’t ever want to be away from you again. Holographic you doesn’t even come close.”

“I am sorry that my hologram me wasn’t up to such standards. Hmmm…” He trailed off eyeing the house in front of us with our hands still holding one another.

Raising a brow at him I asked. “What is it, Nik?”

“Six years never felt so long. Thank you for coming to get me.” He responded by sending me a smile.

I took a step towards the porch but he tugged me to remain still when he didn’t move from his spot in the grass. “I promised you forever didn’t I. Now come on don’t you want to see our girls….Klaus, what is it?”

“You look as ravishing as the last time I saw you, Raelyn.” He smirks when I dropped my gaze to my feet walking back to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I put my arms around his neck. “You are what kept me from losing my mind. The thought of you and our daughters.”

Tilting my head to the side, one of my hands ran through his hair feeling that it had dried blood in it and it didn’t feel as soft as it once had. “I did the same thinking about you. But now I’m thinking you need to shower cause you being covered in blood is not a good look right now.”

“I agree with you on that. But I might ask for your assistance.” He smiled wickedly at me before he wrapped his arms tightly around me where he ended up in my bedroom and my back was pressed against the closed door.

Resting my hands on his chest I smirked trailing my gaze up his body. “I have waited far too long for this. For you Niklaus. I’m done waiting.” Gripping his shoulders in my fingers he leans down about to kiss me until I push him back.

“Rae what-“ He cut himself growling under his breath since I drew the kiss back.

“Do you want your siblings to complain the next morning? Plus now our girls might hear. Let’s not let that traumatize them….incendia.” I pointed out towards him knowing that we weren’t probably leaving this room until we were hungry. Snapping my fingers, the sage candle started burning on the nightstand.

Klaus stepped closer closing the gap between our bodies. Wrapping my arms around his neck I crashed my lips up onto his hungrily. “You are such a clever girl already having that planned out.” He broke the kiss smirking down at me putting his hands on either side of my head.

“Like I said earlier I’m done waiting. Now make love to me. Have hot hybrid sex. I don’t care what you call it.” I declare before he quickly picks me up wrapping my legs around his waist kissing me.

Using his vamp speed my back hit the shower wall making me gasp breaking the kiss. Scanning over his face he smiled sitting me down on my feet shrugging my shirt over my head. “You haven’t changed one bit have you, Rae.”

“I guess you’ll have to find out.” Moving my hands to his shirt I didn’t bother trying to get it over his head instead I just tore it in half like he has done to some of mine. We both removed our jeans and the rest of the clothes. “I love you…”

He turned the water on and winced when it hit the wounds that were slowly healing because of his lack of blood. “Rae, please…” He begged me with his puppy dog eyes. He was standing under the water dripping wet.

“What do you want me to do, just tell me.” I whispered sniffing through tears seeing him like this. The blood on his face was gone but the wounds were deeper on his chest. Especially around his heart with the closed wound where the hook blade had been.

He bent his head down laying against my bare chest where I wrapped my arms around him. “Just hold me for a moment.” He trailed off weakly so unlike him.

“Sssh Nik. I’m here. You’re with me.” I whispered when we backed into the water where I was now getting soaked too. Yet I didn’t care at that moment. Running my fingers through his wet hair he made a sigh of relief against me. “Hey, I need to clean the wounds. Can you lift up for a second?”

He lifted his head from my chest nodding the smallest head nod yes. Picking up a wet rag I pressed it against his chest trying to not hurt him even though he was immortal and could take pain. “Urgh! That blade stung worse than anything I have felt.”

“I’m sorry, Nik….” I apologized even though it wasn’t my fault moving the rag over the other would until he grabbed my wrist stopping me.

He tugged my flesh against his chest making me drop the rag onto the tile floor. Resting my hands on his bare chest our eyes met when he rested his forehead against mine. “It wasn’t your fault, love. But I think this can wait.” He smashed his lips onto mine pushing me against the wall.

I vamped us out of the bathroom and shoved his back against the bed mattress. He broke the kiss laying his arms behind his head. “What do you want, Raelyn. You or me in control?”

“You.” I squealed because the second the word left my mouth he flipped our position pushing me down on my back. He had his hands on either side of me smirking, lightly kissing me deeply.

I began to move against him and leaned up pressing my lips down upon his. He embraced me back instantly when my fingers dug into his back, drawing blood that would heal later. He ran his body over every inch of my body he could reach, both of us slick with sweat as he moved against one another, our pants and moans filling the room.

He leaned up on his knees and began to thrust his little wife at a deeper pace hitting a certain spot inside of her. "Nik! " I moaned out as his thrust became hard and fast, my boobs began to bounce up and down from the impact and tried to keep up with the rhythm he set but failed and just figured to allow him to be in control.

The bed was moving against our actions where he kept hitting the specific spot that we both moaned afterwards to. He broke the kiss where I held his face in my hands tracing his cheek with him thrusting into me slowly. “Rae!” He moaned when I pulled his head downward burying my face in his neck nuzzling my nose and kissing into his skin.

“Stop holding back, Nik. I have been through torture missing your touch, your scent, your lips. I need you…I want you.” I could tell he was holding back trying to go slow. Even though I wasn’t so innocent anymore he would still make love to me gently. But I wasn’t going to be able to take that, not tonight.

"As the queen wishes, the king shall please." He commanded as he pressed his thumb to my clit, circling the swollen flesh until I was crying out incoherently. He watched her in awe , head thrown back, her hair all sweat and wild as a bird nest as he fucked her more harder and faster.

Blinking my eyes opened I gripped his shoulders watching his face as we were both nearing the end. “Ohh Raelyn!” He moaned when I pushed against him, hitting the spot that he enjoyed. His hair was the tousled mess but his eyes were filling with tears at me, smiling through the whole thing.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck while our bodies were just molding against each other. We shortly reached our heights in only a matter of minutes where he drew his head back when I harshly tugged on his hair. “There’s my husband….” I smiled seeing that he was returning to his normal self.

“I have missed you more than I ever thought possible. Raelyn I,” He paused, having the veins underneath his eyes beginning to appear. “Could I uh…drink from you?”

Shifting my gaze to meet his blue eyes I sat up when he flopped down beside me. My hair fell over my shoulders and was slightly a mess. “Are you sure you have the strength for that? You’ve said that it’s an intimate thing.”

“It’s much more than that, Raelyn. You put your life in the hands of the other vampire. It’s supposed to heighten everything, much more than just having sex together.” He declares reaching up cradling my face in his hands, he rested his forehead against mine. “I’ve never done it with anyone. Never had the right person until you.”

Drawing my head back I smirked leaning forward kissing him gently. Climbing up onto his lap with our naked bodies slightly underneath the bed sheets. “Whatever you want to do we can. I am yours forever and always. But I should go first since you can kill me.”

“Smart, fierce, cunning and beautiful. Everything I want in a woman.” He smiled fondly showing his dimples before he tilted his head to the side allowing me access to his neck. “Have at it, my siphon queen.”

I slowly felt my fangs come out scooting closer into him. I pressed my lips on his neck before sinking my fangs into the vein on his neck. “Ohhh…Nik.” I gasped moaning the second his blood went down my throat.

“Raelyn….” He shuttered, raising one hand up to my hair running his fingers through my blonde locks. He put his other hand on my back holding me against his bare chest.

I detached my fangs from his neck feeling some blood dripping from my chin. He reached up, wiping it away from my lips and sucking it off his thumb. “Tell me if you want me to stop, love.”

“No, I never want you to. I had my turn, now it’s yours, Klaus.” I shrugged my shoulders pushing my hair away from my neck. He moved downward gently, shoving his fangs in my vein.

I gasped moving my hands into his hair tugging on it for something to do while he began drinking my blood. He took his time savoring the taste of my blood until he drew back. “I love you, Rae. And that is more special than I could have ever imagined.” He whispered leaning forward kissing me where I tasted my own blood.

He tugged me back laying down on the pillows. Laying my head on his bare chest I smiled. “I love you too, Klaus…don’t ever leave me again please.”

“I don’t plan on doing that ever, Raelyn. I love you too.” He whispered kissing my messy hair, letting me trace my fingers over his chest until he intertwined our hands together and we fell asleep together.

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threadbaresweater · 21 days

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being absolutely insane delusional today thinking of living on a little plot of land with That Man. we've got a garden, some chickens and sheep and one dairy cow, and there are wildflowers and tall grass everywhere. our kids are always filthy and digging around in the dirt or building stuff out of rocks and branches. there's a dog or two sniffing around, burying animal bones in the back yard. the house is small and humble, cluttered with all kinds of mismatched furniture and hand-me-down decor. the kitchen holds a hodgepodge of cast iron pans, chipped dishes and four different sets of silverware. the windows are always open, the breeze always cool, stirring through the house and fanning the curtains open.

the gravel road that leads to our house throws a lot of dust in, and our driveway is littered with dandelions and mud puddles. we do a lot of grilling out for dinner. there's a pond a little ways down a well-worn path in a clearing in the woods where we fish and swim when the weather's nice. the kids like to camp out in the backyard in the summer.

it's a humble existence. a quiet one. we aren't rich, but we lack for nothing.

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disturbedbydesign · 2 years

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Take Me Home - Part 3

PAIRING: Dennis Baker x Reader

SUMMARY: It’s been nearly a year since your ex-boyfriend dumped you and left you with a laundry list of insecurities, and you haven’t been able to really put yourself out there since. But when Dennis shows up at the adoption fair you’re running for your job at the animal shelter, there’s just something about him that makes you feel like you’re ready to try again.

WORD COUNT: 5.7K

WARNINGS (more to come): Body Issues (Dennis and Reader), References to Past Animal Abuse, Emotionally Abusive Exes (Dennis and Reader), Eventual Smut. 18+ only, no minors.

TAGLIST: @littlelioncub43, @filthy-gorgeous, @whatinthestyles

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Part Three

Jax spends the entire car ride to his forever home with his head out the window, a huge smile on his face as his tongue flaps in the wind. Dennis tries to keep his eyes on the road, but he can’t help but steal glances at Jax. He just looks so happy—almost as happy as Dennis feels. He hated to see you so sad, but if you’d been able to keep your composure, he never would have gotten to touch you—to feel you so close to him, your hands on his chest, your intoxicating scent filling his nostrils and making him dizzy. He wouldn’t have had an excuse to ask you to come see him, would never have seen the grateful look in your eyes when you said yes.

Dennis tells himself it’s not about him; it’s about Jax. You were missing him desperately before he even walked out the door. But he can’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there’s something more to it. It was there in the way you looked at him, in the way you didn’t flinch when he held you. Dennis can’t remember the last time a woman let him touch her. Every time he tried to go near his ex, she would wince and recoil from him in disgust, berate him for trying, make him feel so disgusting and unwanted that he had to bury that part of himself—the part that needs human contact, the part that needs to feel loved.

But not you—you’ve awakened things in Dennis. And maybe that’s dangerous. Maybe he should force it all back down, let those things stay buried, protect himself. But he doesn’t want to. Not anymore. It’s been years—so many he’s lost count—since he’s felt any sort of tenderness, and as he pulls into his driveway and looks back at Jax’s smiling face, Dennis makes a decision: he’s going to try again. He deserves a fresh start, too.

As Dennis takes Jax inside for the first time, he tries to remember everything you told him about the first day home. He’s already got everything prepared for Jax: his own little room is set up in the tiny office off the living room with his bed and his water and food bowls, the living room blocked off and gated so he has a limited amount of space to get used to at first. Dennis hears your sweet voice in his head.

Dogs are creatures of habit and a whole big new house is going to be overwhelming for him. He’s probably going to be overstimulated so show him around on the leash and let him sniff everything but make sure you pick one central spot in the house for him to live in at first. He might not act like himself for the first few days but don’t worry—he’s just taking it all in. New things can be scary, but Jax is very resilient. He already adores you. It won’t take him long to adjust.

Dennis guides Jax from room to room on the leash, keeping a close eye on him as he absorbs all the new sights and smells. He takes him to his room and gives him a treat and some praise when he drinks from his new water bowl. When he brings him out back to the yard, Dennis lets him off his leash and Jax goes absolutely wild for his new playground—sniffing every blade of grass, marking a few spots, running around in circles, and barking his delight. After a rousing game of fetch, Jax rolls around on his back in the grass and Dennis snaps a few pictures to send to you. He’s sure you’re wondering how it’s going and he wants to ease your mind.

Dennis sends you one of the pictures and a message: “I think he likes his new yard.” You respond almost immediately with a heart emoji and a message of your own: “That makes me so happy! Keep me posted and I’m here if you have any questions.” Dennis wears a dopey smile on his face as he brings Jax back inside.

The rest of the day goes much as you’d said it would. Jax takes a nice long nap, exhausted from the excitement and newness of everything, and when he wakes up, he’s a little less spirited than usual. It’s a bit disheartening to Dennis, but he reminds himself that this is normal—you’d told him it might happen, these things take time. When dinnertime rolls around, Jax is a little hesitant to eat, just sniffing his new bowl for a while and pushing it around with his nose. Dennis watches, wracked with anxiety for a few minutes, but Jax finally digs in and finishes every last piece of kibble. Dennis keeps Jax in his room while he makes himself dinner, hearing your words in his head: keep him separate from you when you eat and don’t let those puppy dog eyes guilt you into giving him any people food! Dennis does what he was told. He’s determined not to fuck up; he wants to follow your instructions to the letter and prove to you that he deserves Jax, that he can take care of him and keep him safe and happy.

He doesn’t let himself think about the fact that maybe he could make you happy, too, if you’d let him. He can’t, because if he thinks about it for too long, the doubts start to creep in and he thinks about all the different ways he would inevitably disappoint you. The first and strongest, of course, is the physical disappointment that he knows he is. But there’s other stuff, too. Dennis knows what he is—a weak man, a pushover, a coward. You deserve someone strong and confident, a man who is brave enough to tell you how he really feels. And he’s trying to be that man—for you, he’s really trying—but he’s not there yet, not even close, and he knows he’s running out of time.

Dennis spends the rest of the evening on the couch watching TV, and even though he wants nothing more than to cuddle up with Jax, you’d told him not to let him on the furniture right away. Jax is a good boy and he doesn’t have any behavioral issues but it’s still important that you set some boundaries at first—that he gets used to spaces that are just his. He needs to learn that you’re—and I hate this terminology but it’s fitting—the alpha of the house. Dennis had almost laughed at that because the absolute last word he would use to describe himself is alpha, but he took your point. You’d assured him that, in this context, alpha doesn’t mean aggressive; it just means that Dennis needs to be the unequivocal leader of their little two-man pack, and it will make sure Jax doesn’t develop any behavioral issues during the transition. Dennis can’t even imagine his boy behaving badly, but he knows that you know what you’re talking about so—as desperate as he is to snuggle with Jax—he forces himself to keep him off the couch.

And Jax seems ok with keeping some distance. He’s happily snoozing away on the floor next to the coffee table, and Dennis’s Gotcha Day nerves have mostly subsided. But after he takes him out for his bedtime walk and takes him upstairs to the bedroom to put him in his crate for the night, things go downhill. You’d told Dennis that he would probably cry a lot, maybe bark, too, and that (hard as it is) Dennis needs to ignore it, but Jax seems really agitated. He’s crying and barking and scratching at the crate, and Dennis starts to panic. Then he remembers you telling him about Jax’s stuffed elephant—the one he’s had as his comfort toy since he first got to the shelter—and how he sleeps with it at night, but he doesn't remember seeing it in the bag of things given to him at the shelter. He rushes downstairs and rummages through the bag but it isn’t there. It’s not in his car, either, and now he’s in full-on freak-out mode.

He knows it’s late and he’s mortified that he’s already fucked up this badly but he texts you anyway.

D: I’m sorry I know it’s late but I can’t find Jax’s elephant. It wasn’t in the bag with his things. What should I do? I have him in his crate but he seems really upset.

Dennis rushes back up to his room and paces outside his bedroom door, every sad sound coming out of Jax breaking his heart a little more. After a few minutes, you text him back.

Y: Goddammit I knew I should have packed his bag myself. I’ll call work and have the night shift look for it. Let him out for now (but don’t give him any treats!) and just hang tight and I’ll figure this out. I’m so sorry about this!

D: It’s not your fault.

Y: Yes it is and I’m gonna fix it.

***

A call to the shelter confirms that Jax’s elephant was, in fact, forgotten and as you get yourself dressed, you curse yourself for being too much of a fucking disaster to take care of Jax’s things yourself. You shoot Dennis a text telling him that you’re going to pick it up and bring it over to him, and as you get a look at yourself in your vanity mirror, you roll your eyes at what an absolute mess you are. You were half asleep when you got Dennis’s emergency text and you still look it, but you know that getting Jax his elephant ASAP is more important than making yourself look presentable.

Still, you’re incredibly self-conscious as you pull up to Dennis’s house. You had planned on looking super cute and put together the next time you saw him, especially after the sobbing puffy mess you were earlier in the day, but of course that wasn’t in the cards for you. Instead, you’re showing up in the middle of the night wearing an old hoodie with no makeup on. But this isn’t about you. You force yourself to think about Jax in distress, and all of a sudden none of the rest of it matters.

You text Dennis that you’ve arrived and he’s out of the house in less than a minute, rushing over to you in a tight white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. You’ve never seen him in anything other than his polo and khakis and it takes you a few seconds to register that it’s actually Dennis in front of you. He looks good, really good, and you’re thankful for the cover of darkness because otherwise he might have caught you staring (as one does when gray sweatpants are involved).

“I’m so sorry,” he says. “I know it’s late. I just didn’t know what to do.”

“No,” you say, “I’m the one who should be apologizing. I was too much of a wreck today to make sure he had all his things. Here.” You hand him the ratty old elephant that has kept Jax company at night since you bought it for him his first week at the shelter. “He’ll be much better once he has Elly.”

“Thanks,” Dennis replies. “You didn’t have to rush over here. I would have come and got it.”

“No. He shouldn’t be alone yet, especially not when he’s all worked up. You should go get that to him.”

Dennis looks back at the door and then down at the stuffed animal in his hands. “Do you, uh, do you want to come in?”

You smile because you do oh God you really really do but you can’t. Not yet. It wouldn’t be good for Jax.

“He shouldn’t see me,” you say. “Not yet. It would just confuse him. But soon, though, ok?”

“Yeah,” Dennis says, looking down at his slippers. “I get it.”

You don’t know what comes over you in that moment. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re overtired or maybe it’s the fact that Dennis looks so completely stressed out and dejected, but the words fly out of your mouth before you have time to think them through.

“Do you want to have dinner with me this week?” Dennis just looks at you with his mouth open, eyes wide with shock, and you immediately regret your question. “Nevermind, I should just go-”

“I’d like that,” he says. “I was… uh… I was gonna ask you the same thing actually, I just didn’t know if you’d say yes.”

You’re smiling so wide it almost hurts when you answer, “Well, I would have. Obviously.” You feel yourself getting flustered and you know if you keep talking you’re bound to embarrass yourself so you make yourself focus on the task at hand. “You should get Elly in to Jax and try to put him back to bed. I’m sure it’ll calm him down but I’ll wait in my car to make sure, ok? Just text me if it’s not working.”

“I will,” he says. “And, uh, I guess just let me know what night you’re free? I’ll go anywhere you want.”

Your stomach flips when he says that, and not just because he’s happy to let you pick (which you rarely got to do in your last relationship)—there’s just something about the way he says it, like he’d do anything to make you happy.

“I will,” you say, and for the first time, you see Dennis smile at you—a genuine smile, not a nervous one. It’s infectious, and it makes his blue eyes light up and sparkle in the porch lights. “Now go. Jax needs his daddy.”

You wait in your car, smiling like a giddy schoolgirl because he likes you he actually likes you, and when you get the text that Elly solved the Jax problem, you throw your car in reverse and head back home. It’s almost 1am by the time you get home and you’re slightly disappointed that Mal is still out with Mr. Hipster because you’re absolutely wired and you need to talk through what just happened. You text her, not caring if you interrupt whatever bar bathroom fuck she may currently be engaged in.

Y: I did it. I asked him out and he said yes!

It takes about ten minutes but Mal finally responds.

M: OMG I’m so proud of you! I was gonna bring the hipster home but he can wait. I need details! I’ll be home in 20.

Y: Don’t let me keep you from getting some. We can talk in the morning.

M: Fuck that. This is more important. Besides, maybe I should take a page out of your book and actually wait for once…

Y: I’m sorry, who are you and what have you done with my roommate?

M: Oh fuck off. I’ll see you in a bit xoxo

It’s not long before Mal comes bursting through the door yelling, “Ok, tell me everything” and you give her the whole story. She’s wine drunk and beaming with pride when you tell her and you can feel your cheeks heating up and aching from smiling so much—like your facial muscles are atrophied from going so long without expressing actual joy.

“I’m so nervous, though,” you say. “I mean… I’m excited, too, but I’m still scared of… you know.”

“One step at a time,” she replies. “Just go out with him, see if you guys click.”

“And what if we do? Then what?”

Mal pours herself a glass of water to hydrate and takes a few big gulps. “Then it goes where it goes. I mean, you’re attracted to him. He’s attracted to you. You just need to let go of whatever bullshit is floating around in your head making you feel bad about yourself. Which, by the way, I still don’t understand at all. What exactly do you think is wrong with you?”

You sigh. “Mal, please. I just… I can’t talk about it.”

She looks at you with concern in her eyes. “I really hate that you won’t talk to me. I just want to help, you know that, right?”

“I do,” you say, “but you can’t.”

Mal resigns herself to the fact that she won’t be getting any more information out of you about that particular subject. “Fine,” she says, “but if I can’t convince you how fucking amazing you are, hopefully he can. You have to actually let him try, though.”

“What happened to one step at a time?” you ask, and she sighs.

“You’re right. First date. Let’s focus. Where are you going? What are you wearing?”

“I have no idea. He told me to pick but I don’t even know what he likes.”

“It doesn’t matter what he likes,” she says. “He wants you to pick something that you like, because that’s what guys do when they like you and want to make you happy.”

“I know, but you know how Brad was. He was so picky about where we went and what we did. He always picked.”

“Yeah, well, chefs are fucking food snobs, and they’re fucking assholes, too. Oh! I know. How about that new tapas place? We’ve been talking about going there, and it’s tapas so there’s always something for everyone.”

“That’s a great idea, actually,” you say.

“I’m full of them,” she replies, trying to hide her yawn behind her hand. “So what are you wearing?”

“Nope,” you say. “Bedtime. We can discuss wardrobe tomorrow.”

“Sounds good. Sunday brunch and a shopping trip?”

You hate shopping, especially with Mal because everything always fits her perfectly and looks incredible, but you agree because you know that there’s absolutely nothing in your closet that you’d want to wear on a date.

“Perfect,” you say, and you wish her goodnight and head to your room.

Badger is curled up at the foot of your bed and gives you the stink eye for waking him, and you scratch his head lightly in apology. You strip down to your tank top and sleep shorts and crawl under the covers, hoping that sleep with overtake you but it doesn’t. You’re still riding the high of your upcoming date, but after the initial excitement, your nerves have started to take over—those familiar nagging doubts about what exactly the point is are setting in. Because you know that you’re going to like him even more once you get to know him better, you know that you already want him. After all, you’ve been thinking about him in ways that are decidedly unprofessional since the very first day you met him. So now what? What happens if he feels the same way about you? You can dress up the outside (and Mal will certainly help with that), and you can put it off for a while, but once the clothes come off, you’ve got nowhere to hide. What happens when he sees everything that you see?

***

After the incident on Jax’s first night home, things have been going smoothly. After three full days, Jax seems more like himself, he’s got more energy and he’s starting to embrace his new spaces and settle into his new routine. You’d told Dennis it was important for Jax to be left alone in the house for short periods so he doesn’t develop separation anxiety long-term, which is good because Dennis needs a few hours to find something to wear for your date tomorrow night. The place you picked is nice—not super fancy or ridiculously expensive, but nice enough that he’d like to dress up a little. Besides, he hasn’t bought anything new in ages, and he wants to impress you.

The problem, of course, is that Dennis knows fuck-all about clothes. It’s why he only ever wears some variation of the same thing he’s been wearing since middle school. He takes Jax on a short mid-morning hike at one of the trails in the park and spends most of it thinking about what kind of clothes the man he wants to be might wear—something simple, classic, elegant, he thinks, but he doesn’t even know what that translates to. He snaps a quick picture of Jax standing on top of one of the rocks looking particularly majestic and sends it to you with a short message: “Loving the great outdoors!” You respond almost instantly with a selfie of you and your own dog on the same trail: “Badger loves that spot!”

Dennis saves the picture to his camera roll immediately but your smile stays with him as he heads back to his car to drive home. With Jax sufficiently tired out, he leaves for the department store still not really knowing what he’s looking for. As he walks in, he’s relieved to see an older man working the men’s department because he knows he needs some serious assistance and he’d be too embarrassed to ask a woman for help.

“Is there something I can help you find today, Sir?” the man asks.

“Yeah, uh… I, uh, I have a date, and I don’t really know much about…” Dennis waves his hands around. “...all this.”

“Well I can certainly help you,” he says, looking Dennis over. “I think we’ll need to head over to the big and tall section, though.”

“Whatever you think,” Dennis replies.

“So, if I may ask, where will you be going?”

“To dinner,” Dennis says, telling him the name of the restaurant. “I haven’t been to the place but it looks pretty nice.”

“I know it,” the man says. “Upscale, but not suit and tie. So what I think for you, then, is a nice collared shirt—either a classic white or light blue, I think—and some navy slacks with a dark brown belt. Will you be needing shoes?”

Dennis looks at his feet and his worn-out gray New Balance. “Uh, yeah. Shoes, too.”

“Excellent. I’ll pull some things and get you set up in a dressing room.”

The man walks off without asking Dennis’s size, but he’s clearly been doing this a long time because just by eyeballing Dennis he was able to get it right. Dennis tries on the first pair of navy slacks with the white shirt and belt and he’s shocked to find that the fit is perfect.

“How are we doing in there?” the man asks from the other side of the curtain.

“I, uh, good, I think,” Dennis says, pushing the fabric aside to try to gauge the man’s reaction.

“Very handsome, Sir,” he says. “You know, with your build, you really should be shopping big and tall exclusively.”

“I don’t do much shopping,” Dennis replies. “My ex-wife used to do it for me.”

The man winces a bit and says, “Well she was getting it wrong, no offense.”

Dennis laughs. “None taken. She probably did it on purpose, honestly.”

“Well, I think your girlfriend will like the new look.”

“She’s, uh, she’s not my girlfriend… it’s our first date. I haven’t been on a date since the divorce so, uh, just, whatever you think is best.”

The man smiles kindly. “I’ve got you covered. Would you like to look at a suit or two, just in case things… progress?”

Dennis knows the guy is just trying to up his commission but he doesn’t care. He feels good in these clothes and he wants to see what else is out there.

“Sure,” he says, “why not.”

Dennis leaves the department store about two thousand dollars lighter but he feels fucking great about it. His new friend helped him find things that look really good on him, but it’s more than that. Wearing those clothes gave him a confidence that he hasn’t felt in years. He’s still a ball of nerves about your date, but at least now he can be confident that he’ll look good on the outside even though the inside is a complete mess. And, of course, he wants to impress you. He wants you to be attracted to him. He would have spent double what he paid if it meant that he could look in your eyes and feel wanted. But he also wants you to know that he’s willing to put in the effort for you, that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to please you.

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Your shopping trip with Mal had started off rocky but ended up being successful. Most of her preferences were way outside your comfort zone—too much cleavage, thigh slits that ended at the hip—and she rolled her eyes at the things you picked out, which she classified as boring, frumpy, and (your personal favorite) “something a nun would wear.” You’d met her in the middle, settling on a cute floral sundress with spaghetti straps and a flowy skirt that falls just above the knee. You’d balked at it initially, uncomfortable with the fact that it would not allow you to wear a bra, but she assured you that your tits looked great and there was more than enough fabric to prevent a wardrobe malfunction.

“Men can’t resist a pretty girl in a sundress,” she’d said. “It’s the female equivalent of the gray sweatpants.”

And so, remembering the effect Dennis’s sweatpants had on you, you’d agreed. Besides, it’s super comfortable and it has pockets and you felt good in it, if a little self-conscious. You figured you could always throw a light jacket or a cardigan over it to cover yourself up if it all felt like too much (though you decided not to tell Mal about that idea).

You wake up the morning of your date feeling that same mix of nerves and excitement you’d been feeling all week. You’d been texting with Dennis for the past few days, getting Jax updates and giving him advice when he needed it. He’d been sending you pictures, too, and one in particular—an adorable selfie of him and Jax in his yard—has taken up residence in your head. Jax looks so happy in it, but that’s not why you love it. In the picture, Dennis is smiling so wide you can see the little dimple on his cheek. He has such a lovely smile when it’s genuine and not just a knee-jerk nervous reaction. You want him to smile at you like that. You want to make him that happy.

Mal comes out of her room as you’re feeding Badger his breakfast, and she pours you a cup of coffee and one for herself before sitting down at your tiny dining table.

“So,” she says, blowing on her steaming mug, “how are we feeling?”

“I don’t know,” you reply. “Ok? I mean, I’m still nervous, but I’m ready to just get it over with instead of thinking about it 24/7 and everything that could go wrong.”

“Well, I think it’s gonna go great. I think you’re gonna look super cute and sexy and be your sweet funny charming self and he’s gonna be simping so hard for you before your food even comes.”

You smile, knowing Mal is just trying to gas you up, but you need it and she knows you need it so instead of responding with your usual self-deprecating commentary and telling her she’s wrong, you just let it happen. Besides, it’s not the actual date that you’re afraid of; it’s what comes after.

“So, ok, let’s say you’re right about all that and it goes really well and the night is ending and it’s clear that he wants, you know, more…”

“Well, it’s a good thing if he wants more, but if you feel like he’s putting pressure on you to fuck on the first date, then he’s not the right guy and you call me and I’ll come beat his ass.”

You laugh. “No, I don’t mean more like that. I mean, like, what if he tries to kiss me? Is that like... I mean… if I kiss him, is he gonna think that means that I want to do more than that? I’m sorry. I know I sound so fucking stupid. I’m just so out of practice and I feel like I don’t remember how any of this works.”

“It’s ok,” she says. “You don’t sound stupid at all. If you want to kiss him, kiss him. A kiss isn’t an invitation into your pants. It’s just a kiss. And if he tries to put his hands anywhere you don’t want them, just stop. If he’s actually a good guy, he’ll respect your boundaries.”

“I just… I don’t even know where my boundaries are anymore.”

“Yes you do,” she replies. “I think you’re solidly in over-the-clothes-only territory, which is totally fine, and if he doesn’t think so, then-”

“You’ll come beat his ass. I know.”

“Well, I’m glad we’ve got that settled. Now go. You’re gonna be late for work.”

You grab your bag packed with all the stuff you’ll need to get ready for your date. Dennis is picking you up from work since you don’t have time to come back home to get ready, but you figure it’s better that way. At the end of the night, he’ll be dropping you at your car instead of at your house, and you’ll be able to avoid any potential awkwardness over whether or not to invite him up.

You are grateful for the busy day ahead of you because you need your mind occupied if you’re not going to drive yourself crazy. You have a lot to get done and you push all thoughts of Dennis away and focus on your work. Before you know it, it’s 6pm and you’ve got to start getting ready. You would have liked to be able to take a shower, but you settle for a quick wipedown and face wash in the bathroom. As you’re putting your makeup on, Betsy comes in ahead of her night shift.

“Tonight’s the night?” she asks.

You give her a nervous smile in the mirror. “Yeah.”

“I’m so excited for you. He seems like a really sweet guy.”

“He is,” you say. “I think. I mean, I guess you never know with people.”

“I get good vibes from him. And you look amazing. New dress?”

You nod and she gives you a quick up and down. “Men love a sundress.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“Well, have fun,” Betsy says. “I’ll hold down the fort here.”

You finish up and look at yourself in the mirror and decide that’s about as good as it’s gonna get. You still see all the bits and pieces that you hate, but you hear Mal’s words in your head—we can’t see ourselves the way other people see us—and you try to listen to them. You check the time on your phone and see it’s quarter to 7; you have 15 minutes until Dennis’s arrival and christ do you want a cigarette but you don’t allow yourself to smoke. You’re quitting for real this time, and you don’t want to smell like an ashtray when Dennis picks you up. You know it’s a huge turn-off for most people, but your ex and all his chef buddies smoked like chimneys so it had never been an issue before. You pop a piece of nicotine gum and let it do its thing until you can’t stand it anymore, and then you take a swig of mouthwash. As you spit it into the sink, you get a text from Dennis telling you he’s outside.

You don’t know what you’re expecting to see when you walk outside to meet Dennis, but it most certainly isn’t the man waiting for you. Gone are the polo shirt and pleated khakis you’ve come to find dorkily adorable. Instead, you find Dennis looking incredibly put together in some very nice (and nicely fitting) clothes. It’s nothing too fancy, but you would never have thought he’d show up looking like this. His white button-down and pants cling to him in all the right places without being too tight—just fitted enough that you’re already salivating at the sight of his broad back and his biceps and the perfect curve of his ass. Even his beard, which was a bit scraggly when you met him, seems to be thicker and well kept.

Fuck, he looks good.

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you take tentative steps towards him, growing increasingly self-conscious the closer you get. You can’t bring yourself to make eye contact with him so you look past him as you walk. It was one thing when Dennis was just a cute nerdy guy, but now you feel like he’s far too good-looking for you and he’s bound to realize it any second. You stop a few steps away from him, finally meeting his eyes as you force yourself to smile at him. That’s when you see the way he’s looking at you—his eyes taking in every inch of you as his mouth hangs open. It’s an unfamiliar feeling, but a good one. Just his eyes on you have your body tingling. He makes you feel pretty and sexy and wanted before he even speaks.

“You look… uh… wow. Pretty. Really pretty,” he says, adjusting his glasses.

“You too,” you reply and then shake your head. “Fuck. Handsome, I mean. You look very handsome, Dennis.”

His cheeks redden and he rubs the hair at the nape of his neck. “I, uh, I went shopping. Is that weird to say? I feel like that’s weird.”

You laugh because he may look different but inside he’s clearly the same Dennis.

“It’s not weird. I did, too.”

“Yeah, but you’re a girl. Sorry, a woman. I, uh, I really like your dress.”

You can tell he means it, too, because he can’t take his eyes off of it (and you in it). Maybe there is something to be said for the sundress effect…

“Thanks,” you reply. “It has pockets.”

He looks confused and you immediately regret your excitement about the pocket situation because he’s a guy and of course he doesn’t care if your dress has fucking pockets.

“Do women’s clothes not have pockets?” he asks, and he sounds genuinely curious. You shake your head no. “That’s weird. Where do you put your stuff?”

You hold up your purse and shake it a little.

“Right,” he says. “Purse. I’m an idiot.”

“Maybe a little,” you say, “but it’s cute.”

He blushes even harder at that and digs his hands into his own pockets, which makes his pants even tighter, and you absolutely need to stop staring but it’s difficult when he looks so fucking delicious.

“So, uh, should we go?” he asks. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m starving,” you reply, hoping he can’t see the desperate look on your face that says you’re hungry for more than just food.

PART FOUR >>>

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onebourbon-oneshot-onetear · 3 years

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Happier- Wayne and Y/N Oneshot

(Not my Gif- Credit to Owner)

Synopsis: Wayne finally says those three little words

Warnings: Cheating, Angst, ooc Wayne (I never feel like I properly write him lol)

Authors Notes: could be read as a stand alone, but if you squint really hard, it could be a sequel to my other story '5 Times Wayne Fell in Love with You'. Like, if you squint realllllly hard.

The toughest man in Letterkenny was not always one of many words. More often than not, he would sit in silence unless he was really worked up about something. Then it was hard to get him to shut up.

Except when it came to you. When it came to talking to you, the man could go on all day long. It didn’t matter what you were talking about. You could say that a blade of grass was interesting and he would agree with you and tell you everything he knows about grass. Which surprisingly enough, was quite a lot.

For as long as you had known Wayne, he had always been like this. When you first moved to Letterkenny from the States, him and Katy were both there to make you feel welcome. When you needed help with chorin’ Wayne was the first one there to help you. When uptown degens wouldn’t stop bothering you, Wayne had gathered all of the boys and started one of the biggest brawls Letterkenny had ever seen. And you appreciated him for it.

You returned the favors too. You always helped Wayne with the chorin’ whenever he needed it. More often than not you would be the one to pick him up off a barstool on the nights he got really drunk, take him home, and make sure he ate breakfast the next morning. You would patch him up after his fights. You both took care of each other.

And yet.

He was still on and off with Rosie. Even after he had knocked out her favorite cousin, they had gotten back together. And it irked you. You had known how you felt for a while. Every time you saw Wayne all you wanted to do was smother the butterflies that erupted in your chest. You knew that facing your feelings head on would only lead you down a slippery slope of heartbreak and awkwardness. So you just turned your back on your feelings and ignored them. No matter how much it hurt whenever you saw Rosie and Wayne together, or whenever he mentioned her.

Katy understood how you felt. She liked Rosie well enough, but she didn’t like how she was going back and forth between liking and not liking Wayne. It wasn’t fair to either of them. And if they didn’t make a decision soon you were afraid of what Katy would do, judging by her past record with Wayne’s ex’s. Granted, you had helped her, especially with the Angie debacle, but that was another situation entirely.

“My brother has been in love with you ever since he first met you. He’ll come around eventually,” She would say, but you could never put any stock into her words. If he loved you, then why was he with her? Why had he never said anything before? It hurt too much to think about so more often than not you pushed it all to the back of your mind.

You had lost track of which side of the back and forth they were at, but judging by how they were sitting close to each other at MoDean’s, you figured they were in a ‘together’ stage. So you sat next to Daryl at the bar, and drank your Puppers, with a miserable look on your face.

Nobody noticed, except for Katy, who sent you looks of pity from across the bar, but you ignored her. It wasn't long until you had enough, paid your tab, and got up to leave.

“Leaving already, Miss/Mr. Y/n?” Dan asked you, a little surprised since you hadn’t been there that long, less than an hour. The group looked at you in surprise as you stood up.

“Um, yeah,” you said, twisting a ring on your finger nervously. You didn’t really like all of the attention you were getting, especially under Wayne’s gaze. “I’m just tired. I’m going to go home and read,” you said, not meeting anyone’s eyes. They would see the half truth in your eyes. You were tired, but you weren’t going home to read. You would probably drink at home, away from the two people that were making it hard for you to even pretend to be happy.

“Are you okay to walk home?” Daryl asked, his way of offering to take you home.

“I’m fine,” you said, sending them a smile and a small wave. “I’ll see you later,” and you left without another word, missing the concerned look that Wayne gave you and the look of disappointment that Katy gave Wayne.

It was colder than you thought as you made your way home. You pulled your sweater around you and quickened your pace. Keeping your head down to avoid the harsh wind beating against your face, you weren’t paying attention to the figure that had appeared in your path, bumping into them.

A small grunt left your as you were bounced back, heading for the ground until two arms caught yours and held you up. “I’m so sorry,” you started before looking up into the eyes of the man you had run into, immediately stumbling over your words. He had deep brown eyes which contrasted with light brown hair. His chiseled cheekbones were pushed up in a grin as he smiled down at you.

“No, I’m sorry,” He said, his voice deep enough to send a small shiver down your spine. Your only reply was a bashful grin. He set you up on your feet, making sure you were okay. “My name is Adam.”

And that’s how you hit it off. Adam walked you home, both of you making small talk the entire way. Once he had gotten to your front door you gave him your cell phone number and you two had been inseparable since. First friends, then more than friends.

While you liked being together with Adam, he didn’t exactly fit in well with the group. He wasn’t from Letterkenny, he was from the city, meaning he wasn’t quite as, shall you say, down to Earth as everyone else. He got along well enough with everyone...except Wayne.

From the first time you had brought Adam around to meet the group, Wayne had been especially hostile towards him. He wasn't even subtle with his insults anymore. From all the years you had known him, you knew that Wayne was just itching to scrap with him. Thankfully Katy sat him down and told him to knock it off.

Wayne loved and respected Katy, and even you a small amount, so his teasing stopped, and him and Adam started resembling a friendship. At least, very slightly. Once that happened, you were genuinely happy.

Months had passed and everything in Letterkenny had settled down. You and Adam were properly dating, even talking about moving in together, Katy was back with Riley and Jonesy, and you still weren't quite sure what was going on with Wayne. And you honestly didn't care. There was no point in bringing up feelings that you had buried deep down.

You still got the butterflies in your chest, but instead of it being a swarm of them, it was only a few. Still there, but enough that you could ignore. You didn’t think you could be happier.

You were coming home from MoDean’s one night when you saw a car in your driveway. Right away you were a little concerned, because it wasn’t your car, and it wasn’t Adam’s. You immediately thought something was wrong and you rushed inside, fumbling with your keys, almost dropping your phone before swinging the door open and finding…

Adam on top of another girl. Naked. They hadn’t even noticed that you had walked in the door. Until you slammed the door shut behind you. Both of them jumped and immediately tried to cover themselves up, Adam already apologizing profusely.

“Y/n, I didn't mean it, it doesn’t mean anything!” He yelled, ushering the other girl out the front door and slamming it shut.

You walked past him, grabbing your backpack and stuffing some clothes into it, along with your other daily toiletries. You weren’t thinking about anything else except getting out of the house. You could barely hear Adam behind you, mumbling his excuses but you only blocked him out.

You finished your packing and pushed past him and back out the front door, hopped in your truck, and left without another thought. A few minutes later you arrived at Wayne and Katy’s house, the only place you could think about going.

You knocked on the door and Katy answered. And seeing her face, you immediately burst into tears and hugged her tight. She immediately wrapped her arms around you and brought you into the house. Through your tears you could see that Wayne, Dan, and Dary were sitting at the kitchen table, looking concerned.

Katy led you over to the couch and sat down with you. “Y/n, what happened?”

You sniffed and wiped your eyes, clearing your throat so you could speak. “I came home, and Adam was with another girl,” You said in between your sniffling. As soon as the words left your mouth you heard all of the kitchen chairs slide out and three sets of footsteps walk into the living room.

“Together, together?” Wayne asked. You barely glanced up at him before bursting into another wave of sobs and nodded.

You laid down on the couch and curled up, letting the tears run down your cheeks. Katy sat with you, stroking your hair and telling you that everything would be okay. At some point you must have fallen asleep, because you woke up with a blanket around you, and the kitchen light on. Everything else in the house was dark.

You stood up and stretched, your eyes still feeling swollen from all of the tears and your shoulders popping. You were extremely thirsty and walked into the kitchen to get water, and found Wayne sitting at the table, a Gus n’ Bru bottle sitting in front of him. He looked at you as you entered the kitchen and stood up. It was silent for a minute as you both stared at each other. You broke the silence first, mumbling a hello.

“Y/n, how’re you now?” Wayne asked.

You smiled at his usual greeting and took a cup off of the counter. “Good, and you?”

“Not so bad,” he said, walking over to the kitchen and getting the pitcher of water out of the fridge. As he reached past you, you noted his freshly bruised knuckles. Your chest started hurting again as you remembered the events of the day, why you were so upset.

You blinked back the leftover tears and looked at your now filled glass, Wayne putting the pitcher away. “Did you guys go over there?” You asked.

Wayne stood still before looking back at you over his shoulder, “Yes.”

“Did you scrap?”

Wayne had set the pitcher in the fridge, closed the door, and turned back to look at you, “Yes.”

You nodded and took a sip of water. “Thanks,” you whispered.

Wayne gave you a sharp nod and you just stood there thrown back into another bout of silence. You sipped your water, and Wayne looked around the kitchen, eventually giving a slight cough.

Not wanting to stay in the silence but not wanting to be awkward, you said the first thing that came into your mind. “How’s Rosie?”

Wayne looked nothing short of perplexed as he looked at you while he slowly answered, “I don’t know. We haven’t spoken for months now.”

Now it was your turn to look perplexed. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you had ended things.”

“We ended things a few months ago.”

Great. Now you were back in the awkward silence. You had finished your water and didn’t want to hold the glass anymore, moving to put it in the sink, which Wayne was leaning against. You set the cup down in the basin, accidentally brushing arms with Wayne. “Sorry,” you muttered reaching your hand back.

Before you could, Wayne had gently grabbed your arm, holding it in the air. For the toughest man in Letterkenny, he had a surprisingly soft grip. “I owe you an apology,” He said.

You were confused, thinking back to what he could possibly be apologizing for. He saw the look on your face, and continued. “I didn’t handle you dating well, and I took it out on you. And for that, I’m sorry.”

You thought back to all of the times that Wayne had insulted Adam. Even if he never said anything bad about you, ever since you had started dating Adam you noticed Wayne didn’t hang out with you, not as much as he used to. You shook your head, knowing that the apology wasn’t necessary. “Turns out you were right. I shouldn’t have been with him. Who knows how long he had been stepping out on me. I should have listened to you.”

By now, Wayne had slid his hand from the crook of your elbow to just above your wrist. “You deserve the world, Y/n.”

You didn’t know what to say except you noticed the butterflies in your chest had come back full force, staring at Wayne’s blue eyes in the low light of the kitchen. “Wayne,” you mumbled but he cut you off with a shake of his head.

“You don’t need to say anything. You’re going through a rough time. I just needed to tell you…” he trailed off, suddenly not able to meet your eyes.

‘What do I have to lose?’ you thought as you reached up on your toes and laid a gentle kiss on Waynes cheek. As soon as you pulled away, he snapped his head towards you so fast you thought he was going to headbut you. You were only an inch away from each other, staring into each others eyes before Wayne whispered ‘Fuck it’ under his breath and leaned in, properly kissing you.

For a man who did manual labor his lips were as soft as you imagined them to be. He moved his hand to cup your face and wrapped his other arm around your hip, as your arms snaked around his waist, holding him as close to you as possible.

You didn’t even know how long you both had kissed each other before air was needed, and Wayne broke off the kiss. You were still in each other's space breathing heavily as you stared at each other. Wayne ran his calloused thumb across your cheek, studying your whole face. At first when he spoke, you weren’t even sure you heard it correctly, but as your brain caught up with the sound you couldn’t fight the grin that planted itself on your face.

He whispered those three little words. “I love you.”

You kissed him again, him eagerly returning the favor, doing what you had wanted to do for so long. You didn’t even care about the events of the last 12 hours, let alone the last few months. Wayne had admitted he loved you, and that was enough. “I love you, too,” You mumbled in between your kiss. The hurt that you had been holding onto was gone, replaced by pure happiness.

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greengrayeyeswrites · 3 years

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shit-faced in love (chapter six)

Title: shit-faced in love

Pairing: Corpse Husband x OC (fem!youtuber!reader)

Word Count: 1,066

Warnings: Mental Health/Mental Illnesses are a big topic in this story. Mentions of depression, bpd and other mental illnesses. Angst, Fluff.

Note: This may be a Corpse x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Corpse ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7

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It took Imogen two days to reach Greenville, North Carolina. After multiple mental breakdowns while getting lost, she finally reached her destination; the driveway of a pretty normal looking house. Turning the engine off, she grabbed her phone and scrolled through her contacts.

Not even a second later, the young male stepped out of the door and toward the grass green Wrangler. Imogen jumped out of the drivers seat and practically flew into Karl’s arms.

Imogen and Karl got to know each other through Corpse, who invited both of them to a match of Among Us a few months prior and the two of them soon clicked.

Imogen was amazed by Karl’s positivity—something she didn’t really possessed. She liked how energetic Karl was and loved him in the MrBeast videos.

When they started to befriend each other, it took Karl a bit of time to get along with Imogen. He was a bit overwhelmed about how open she was with her mental health—especially her illness. But once the first awkwardness dissolved the two of them started to become inseparable.

Karl laughed into Imogen’s hair, while the older female hugged him. „God, I almost lost hope“, Imogen started. „I got lost at least three times!“ Imogen chuckled and slowly let go of Karl.

The younger male laughed and watched Imogen free Buddy from the car. The husky immediately went to Karl and started sniffing his legs. Karl bend down and held his hand towards the emotional support pet.

Buddy tilted his head before sniffing the boys hand. Sneezing once he bumped his head against Karl’s palm. Imogen chuckled. „That means he approves of you“, the 28-year-old explained, while taking out her baggage from the trunk.

Karl ruffled Buddy’s fur and went over to help Imogen. „I already cleaned the guest room for you. You can use the streaming equipment to your liking!“ He smiled and Imogen grinned.

Her heart felt safe being around Karl—even though she just met him in person. „Thanks for letting me crash over at your house“, she started and Karl laughed carrying one of Imogen’s suitcases into his house.

„You’re welcome!“, he quickly announced and Imogen bit her lip. „I could’ve rented an AirBnB“, she exclaimed but Karl shook his head. „You’re my friend so you get to stay in my house.“

Karl led Imogen up the stairs to the guest bedroom. Buddy followed the adults upstairs. „Especially since we’re starting to work together from tomorrow on“, Karl continued and Imogen nodded.

„What exactly are we doing for the video?“ Imogen asked, when Karl opened the door to the guest room and the YouTuber was presented with a clean and wide bedroom.

Next to the window was a huge streaming set up with a computer, two monitors, a microphone and a tripod for a camera. Next to the computer stood a Play Station 5 and opposite of the desk was a huge bed.

„I hope this is okay“, Karl said, when Imogen turned quiet. „This is more than enough, Karl. I really appreciate it!“ Imogen grinned at Karl and whistled for Buddy, who entered the room and started sniffing around until he laid down on a sunny spot in front of the window and closed his eyes.

„The drive drained him“, Imogen spoke and walked over to her dog, patting him. „Imma leave him here for a while.“ The older woman put her suitcases next to the bed and followed Karl out of the guest room.

Karl showed her around the house and introduced her to his roommates, where Imogen turned shy again. Karl chuckled at her behavior.

The two of them decided to cook together for dinner and Imogen told Karl everything about her best friend Baylee. „God, it was healing staying with her. But life has to go on, right?“, she asked while watching Karl checked the chicken in the oven.

„But you can always come back and visit her. You know that, Mo?“ - „I do… but god! I have to send her a selfie of us! She has a massive crush on you!“ Imogen laughed and went to get her phone.

„She has a crush on me?“, he asked, slightly blushing. Imogen chuckled. „Don’t act like your fans don’t crush on you. I mean look at you, Karl!“ Imogen pointed at Karl. „Baylee loves your style! Sometime she goes thrifting and finds things similar to your wardrobe!“

„Why send her a selfie when you can FaceTime her? I wanna see the girl that has a crush on me!“ Karl laughed and Imogen rolled her eyes. She quickly texted Baylee, asking if it’s okay to FaceTime her. Baylee send an ‚Okay‘ emoji and Imogen dialed her number.

Once the face of her best friend appeared on the screen, Imogen’s heart did a little spin. „Hey Bay!“, she greeted her friend, who immediately asked how the drive has been. „Man… sounds stressful. Especially the getting lost part!“ Baylee was rolling her eyes, when Karl appeared behind Imogen.

The face Baylee made, when she saw the streamer, was priceless. She froze and Imogen thought the connection broke when Baylee started stuttering.

„H-Hi Karl Jacobs“, she spoke and Imogen laughed. „Hi Imogen’s Best Friend“, Karl greeted Baylee who started having a full blown fangirl attack.

„You didn’t lie when you said she has a crush on me“, Karl laughed when they had dinner. Imogen chuckled. „I may be mentally ill but I don’t lie!“ She stuck out her tongue and looked at Karl. „Hey Karl… I have a question?“

Buddy was lying by Imogen’s feet, watching the two of them eating their chicken. „Would you like to help me shoot some TikTok’s?“ Karl immediately noticed Imogen’s sinister smile and coughed. „We’re not speaking of thirst traps, right?“ He asked and Imogen grinned wide.

„I mean I promised my viewers that I’ll go pole dancing when I reach 2 mil and when we’re already planning to hoe on a pole, why not make some thirst traps!“ Imogen’s cheeks were tomato red and Karl gulped.

„Are you sure?“ - „Yeah… I always wanted to do a few traps… show my fans I am more than just a depressed mentally ill chick.“

„You want to show them you’re a hot depressed girl?“ Karl asked and Imogen grinned. „Yes… that’s the plan. And you my pretty friend, have the honor to help me!“

to be continued…

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saiqherrr · 3 years

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— an audience (s. getou)

.pairing suguru getou x femreader

.content warning | tags public sex, teasing, breeding kink, oral sex (f!receiving), praising kink

.synopsis getou wants to go for a nature trail in the park. you guys stop to have a picnic break in a somewhat hidden spot and things escalate...

.a/n @oonizoomi this one for you b, thanks for giving me the idea╰(*´︶`*)╯♡. here's something quick. i'm trying to ease this getou brainrot. hope y'all enjoy this though.

.wc 2.1k

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THROUGHOUT YOUR YEARS of being with suguru getou, you had come to find out that he was a very outdoorsy person. he loved anything and everything alfresco. your first date with him took place outdoors at an alfresco café. the first time you two made love was in his backyard, on his full-sized, flat hammock. his close friend, satoru gojo, often mocked him for suguru's excessive love for the outdoors. it didn't bother suguru one bit, shrugging off satoru's immature comments. because you had been with him for so long, it was only natural for you to take a liking to the feeling of nature and outdoors and engage in any alfresco activity that he wanted to indulge in.

on a saturday morning, suguru came to you while you showering, asking if you'd join him on a nature trail. you eagerly accepted the offer and had a small breakfast before packing up stuff for the walk.

"we should have a picnic break in the middle of our walk, yeah?" suguru suggested as he pulled a picnic basket out of a storage closet. he held it up and gestured to it.

the corner of your lips rose. "sounds good to me.” the two of you compiled numerous small meals to eat for the picnic, including two cold water bottles. your love for suguru would never get old. it remained new - always. even when you guys were packing, your hand brushed up against his, feeling the hair on his knuckles and you still sucked in a sharp breath.

even when he asked “you ready?” his deep, attractive voice could make your body melt. oh, how you loved him.

you nodded, pursing your lips together, grabbing your cellphone, and following him out the door. as he walked down the steps, he spun the car and house keys around his index finger, the keys jingling together arrhythmically. he was softly humming a tune he had been singing for a couple of days while his index finger on his other hand tapped his thigh.

as you both go to the driveway and approached the car, he went to your side first and gripped the handle before pulling it open. you got inside, settling yourself in the passenger seat. the seats were hot and it was stuffy inside and crinkled your nose. he noticed your discomfort and sniffed.

“i’ll get the air on in a sec.” you nodded and he shut the door and proceeded to go to the driver’s seat and he got in. his weight slightly shook the car and he inserted the car key into the ignition before he fully shut his door. the car revved up and the lights shut on consequently.

suguru felt the uncomfortable temperature of the car too, flinching when he made contact with the metal seatbelt that was retaining the incredible heat. he hissed a little bit and furrowed his eyebrows with small distress. he flicked the air on the desired settings and decided to stay around a little bit before driving off.

he turned his head to you. “you feel the air?” he asked as extended his arm in front of you to put his hand in front of the vent to make sure it was coming out.

“yeah,” you respond shyly and clear your throat. the basket was sitting in your lap and you reached behind to place it in the backseat. as soon as the car was cool enough, they buckled their seatbelts and suguru turned down the power of the air and started to back out of the driveway.

you guys walked for almost an hour, talking about anything and everything. at one point suguru let you ride on his back, wrapping your arms around him firmly as he carried you along the trail. you both discussed how the two of you wanted a house in the middle of nowhere with lots of free land. the conversation even leads to marriage...and kids.

suguru sighed heavily as he took one last step. “my legs are getting a little tired.” you stopped behind him and panted a little. you weren’t necessarily athletically inclined so this long walk took a lot out of you. “let’s have our picnic, shall we?”

he took your hand as you both went off the trail and he took you to a hidden spot in the park. you brought a change of shoes, changing from your sneakers to your brown, leather sandals. suguru was busy laying out the blanket on the grass, watching people walk along the trail from time to time. he flattened it out, making sure it wasn’t crinkled in any place. you started to place down the cold-cut sandwiches you both made together and handed him a water bottle.

he leaned in for an unexpected kiss and you blushed furiously. “thank you,” he tells you.

“for what?” you ask. the gesture was random and had you feeling giddy inside. you unwrapped your sandwich and took a bite.

“just for being here. i love you.” he smiled at you awkwardly as his mouth was full with a chunk of his sandwich he just a bit.

you swallowed and giggled. “i love you, too.” you scooted closer to him and entangled your leg with his, feeling his body hair. you both continued to eat your sandwiches in silence, enjoying the sounds that mother nature had provided. you loved being in each other’s company even if you guys weren’t doing anything. the fact that he was there - it was enough.

after finishing most of the food that you guys had brought, getou laid down and he wrapped his arms around your body and held you close to his chest. you could feel his heart beating steadily, your head moving with his chest every time he inhaled and exhaled.

you didn’t realize you were so tired, you ended up in a light rest as you were in his arms. getou lifted his head a little to look at you. you’re so beautiful. your face was relaxed, he felt that you were heaven-sent. suguru took his right hand and went to your ass, caressing it a little. you woke up and opened your eyes slowly.

you strained your neck to look up at suguru. he had a lewd expression on his face, a look you’ve seen one too many times before. he slid his hand into your denim shorts, with a bit of struggle, and he tugged on your silk underwear.

“suguru, not here...” you objected, but your voice trailed off when he put his index finger to your soft lips letting out a small “shh..”

“it’ll be fine,” he assures you. your eyebrows knit together desperately and he chuckles as he sees the disproval on your face.

you lick his finger and he moves it away from your lips. “no, sugu. people are going to see.” you were adamant about your decision, sitting up and looking at suguru who still was laying on the ground with a heedless smile on his face.

“doesn’t that make it so much hotter?” you looked at him dumbfoundedly. he took you by the hips and sat you on top of him. it was then that you felt his growing erection. he was still a bit soft, but you could tell the blood was starting to flow by the second. he looked up at you and narrowed his eyes. that careless smile suddenly became persuasive. “wouldn’t it be so hot to have an audience?” he bucked his hips upward on the word, ‘hot’. you yelped and squirmed, but he kept you in place.

you didn’t respond to him because you were embarrassed to admit that you did find it hot. you kept your lips shut and glared down at him. the thought of someone seeing you get fucked out in the open gave you mixed feelings, but the curiosity of how you would felt was driving you mad.

suguru took his hands and slid them under your shirt, rubbing over your belly before he cupped your breasts. your lips parted with anticipation. he finally sat up and he pulled your shirt up until it was right above your breasts. his finger circled your nipple a couple of times before he rubbed it with his thumb, pinching it a few times. his lips latched onto the unattended nipple and he gave it a couple of kitten licks. a moan finally escaped your lips, causing suguru to get harder. you were started to get warm down there and proceeded to roll on his hips. you two weren’t the only ones aroused, about three onlookers were watching you two from a distance, not making it very obvious that they were.

suguru pulled your shirt down, at least trying to make it a little more discreet, and began to rub himself. he was irritated with the fact that you were wearing denim jeans, he had no choice but to pull them down. so he did, and you let him. he slid your panties aside. the quick movement made you whimper a bit. your clit was sensitive and swollen and your hole was drooling, clenching on nothing. some of your slick was getting on his pants and he smiled at you.

“look at you...getting so wet just for me.” he rubbed your clit painfully slow as he rubbed your clit. lewd moans slipped your lips and your eyes closed. suguru looked past you for a moment and peeped a couple of people nearby. he couldn't tell if they were turned on or disgusted but the fact that they were watching at all aroused him.

“please, don’t tease me...” you grunt.

“okay, okay.” suguru chuckles and he removed his hand and pulled both his pants and boxers out at the same time. his erection flung out, veins were prominent all around it. you lifted a little, letting him slide into you with ease due to your wetness and you grimaced as you felt his length inside of you.

more onlookers started to watch with either curiosity or with lewd intentions themselves. suguru caught the eye of one and his body was flustered with excitement. “i want you to moan for our audience, okay?” he tells you, looking directly as the older man that was doing very little to make himself hidden.

you nodded, tucking your bottom lips underneath your top. you started to bounce up and down on his length, his cock repeatedly impaling your hole. suguru bucked his hips at the same rhythm, shamelessly letting out lewd grunts, mixing in with your pleasurable moans. “yes, baby, just like that...”you milked his cock with your rigid walls, rolling your hips around occasionally just the way he liked it. "they're watching, love." suguru whispered as he kissed on your neck, still keeping his strokes steady. your body shivered with excitement. people watching you get fucked out in the park was such obscene and raunchy thought. he bucked his hips harder, hitting right below your cervix. he was going to cum, but suguru didn’t even mind. this quickie was just enough to satisfy the fantasy he had been wanting to live out for a while. all the worries you had, had gone away and all you carried about was pleasing suguru — and your audience.

your moans got louder, your hand rested on his chest, and tears were started to swell up. it was all too overwhelming. a layer of sweat formed onto your skin as moans of suguru’s name began to pour out of your mouth. a knot formed in your stomach, your body reminding you that you were close.

you choked on your own words as you tried to speak. “sugu, i-” you were cut off by your moan. “oh my god, suguru.” you repeat his name in broken moans, it was like music to his ears. it drove him insane, and his thrusts began to become uneven, his hips stuttering. “gonna cum...” you finally were able to spit it out.

“me too, baby. you want me to cum in you, hmm?” he asked in between his groans and heavy pants.

you nodded. “please, sugu...fuck a baby into me. fill me, please,” you pleaded endlessly until the both of you reach nirvana. suguru’s cock twitched before he painted your walls white. your legs were trembling violently as your liquids slid down his length. you were full, so full, the feeling was too good to put into words. it was the first time he came inside of you. you both were out of breath. you got off of his now flaccid cock and collapsed beside him, right on your stomach. suguru smirked and looked at how fucked out you were. he slapped your ass. “i can’t wait to see your beautiful belly grow.” he admired how beautiful your body naturally was, containing a temple that could bring a soul into this world. he started daydreaming about the baby you'd bring into this world. he shook his head to get himself out of his thoughts and cleared his throat.

“get situated before someone notices.” he purposefully raised his voice for the onlookers who were now disappointed that the show was over. you both shared a look and both shared hearty laughs and started to pack up.

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen getou #getou x reader #jjk suguru #getou suguru imagines #jjk x you #jjk fanfic

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noctilucid · 3 years

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DannyMay Day 11: Midnight

Alicia had never been a helicopter mom. When you grew up in the middle of nowhere like she and her sister did, you had to learn to be self-reliant— and the earlier, the better as far as she was concerned. So after a few years of holding his hand and teaching him how to skin things and avoid snakes, she'd gifted Flynn a sturdy hunting knife and told him that so long as he was home by 5 for dinner, he could go wherever he pleased, and holler for her if he ever got in over his head.

At 5:15 PM, she was a little cross.

At 5:45, she had stewed to a cool and dangerous temperature.

At 7 PM, she started to worry. But there was no sense running out of the house after him. She was a decent tracker, but she was no bloodhound, and she knew her boy was stealthy, because she'd taught him herself. Her husband couldn't sit still, and had left to drive around in search of Flynn 30 minutes ago. So Alicia would stay here waiting.

By 9 PM, Alicia was still alone in the house. She kept her hands busy cleaning everything in sight, but it couldn't still her mind.

Her husband returned at 10 and wanted to call the police. Alicia refused. They couldn't find her son better than she could, and she didn't want them sticking their noses into her business. Flynn would come home.

By the time midnight struck, she knew Flynn was either in trouble, or he was sure as hell gonna be. She grabbed her holster, a flashlight, and slung a first aid kit and water bottles in a backpack, and headed out.

She tramped back in at 6 the next morning to eat breakfast and rest her feet, only to find a police car in her driveway and two officers taking statements from her husband. She grabbed a handful of energy bars, yelled that she'd find her son herself, and flipped them off when they tried to question her. She ate breakfast in the woods before heading off in a new direction, this time to the creek where Flynn had liked to play. If he was on his feet anywhere in the region, he would find his way to a tributary and follow it back towards the house.

She walked up and down the banks until her feet started to blister. When she drained the last water bottle, she was forced to head back to the house to resupply. She sat down for a moment on the sofa and woke up at 11:39 PM.

She ate cereal alone the second midnight her son was missing.

Alicia was independent and stubborn, but she was not above asking for help from the folk she trusted. At daybreak, she hoofed it across town to the McAlester's house with one of her son's dirty shirts and asked if she could borrow one of Evan's hounds. Evan whistled for Bertha, his best tracker, and her brother Chomp came running too. Alicia gave them the shirt, and they were off, sniffing every clump of grass. Evan and Alicia ambled behind them as they combed the woods. Two hours in they picked up a trail, and it was everything the two humans could do to keep up with them, but then just as suddenly, they lost it. They found nothing more.

Alicia checked the house again, to no avail. She sat at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee. Drank the coffee. Let the mug go cold between her hands. Got up and refilled it once, twice, maybe more. Stopped herself from making a new pot. Couldn't shut her eyes. Sat there, motionless, at the table, as the minutes ticked by.

The clock struck midnight. Alicia was a strong woman. But tonight, alone in her kitchen, she cried.

#dannymay2021 #phanniemay2021 #danny phantom #alicia walker #flynn walker #my writing #drabble

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itsyourimaginaryworld · 4 years

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Venturing Out (Markiplier x Fem!Reader)

Ship: Markiplier x Fem!Reader Request: “Can I request a scenario for Markiplier x shy fem!reader where they just went on a relaxing & fun date (ofc Chica coming along too !) at the park and then have pizza at home with his friends ? I know it's kinda short for you...but I hope it turns out good !” - @animegirlfromvietnam Summary: Mark turns a boring day into a fun one with cute moments at the park. Warnings: None. Notes: Yes... short... that was my intention whoops. ^^ Words: 960 If you like my writing, consider supporting me on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/itsyourimaginaryworld/

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You scrolled through the Netflix categories on your laptop. It was only eleven o’clock but you somehow had finished everything you needed to get done for the day, and you had no other plans. You thought about messaging your boyfriend Mark, but didn’t want to bother him. He had his videos to work, and if he had time, he’d let you know. So now you were trying to fill up the day with some shows.

Just when you found a movie that seemed interesting, you heard the text notification. Your heart jumped when you saw it was Mark. You’d been dating for a few weeks now and he was one of the few people you were comfortable around, but it was still special. Quickly you unlocked your phone and got to texting.

Hey, are you busy?

Eagerly you typed back.

The opposite, I’m bored.

So bored even that waiting for him to type the next message was the most exciting part of your day so far.

Great! I have a surprise waiting for you. I’ll be there in twenty minutes. See you then <3

I can’t wait! See you then <3

You smiled excitedly, then realized you were sitting in sweatpants with your hair an unbrushed mess, definitely not ready to go out at all. You shoved your laptop away with the movie still playing and got ready.

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Not much later you were standing there wearing your favorite outfit, and after a long battle with your hair, you’d finally gotten it to be how you want it. Your (E/C) eyes stared out the window, searching for the familiar car that belonged to Mark. Your heart sped up a little when he pulled into the driveway and you rushed through the front door.

Mark’s smile caught your energy and made you smile right back. He looked like he was about to get out the car door to open it for you, but you weren’t patient enough and opened the door yourself, climbing over the seats to give Mark a kiss on the cheek.

“Wow, somebody’s excited for this,” he said playfully, making you blush in return.

“You’re just better than Netflix,” you said back, trying to sound serious but your voice giving away the laughter behind it.

“Way to set the bar low,” Mark joked back before hitting the gas.

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You’d ask where you guys were going, but you knew there was no point to it, he wasn’t going to say. But hey, this was Markiplier the YouTuber you were dating, so who knew, perhaps he had hidden messages in the dash cam of his car, spelling out where he was about to take you.

You guys stopped at the park, and after turning off the car engine, Mark sprinted outside and ran around the car. You giggled when you realized he was trying to keep you from opening the door so he could do it himself.

“You win this time,” you said, while getting out of the car.

“And also next time,” Mark said in a sassy way before shutting the door behind you.

The two of you walked through the park hand-in-hand, enjoying the silence of nature and the sunlight falling onto your skin. The wind was a cool breeze, but the temperature was as perfect as the moment. To make everything better, Mark had brought Chica, and the golden dog ran around excitedly, sniffing at everything she could find.

Mark and you sat down in the grass eventually, Chica immediately tackling you to the ground when you did. As you felt the grass tickle behind your ears and mess up your hair, Chica licked her warm tongue all over your face.

“Hey, I thought you loved me better!” Mark said heartbroken.

“Who are you talking to, me or Chica?” you asked, using one arm to push yourself up and the other to gently push the dog away.

“Yes.”

You burst into laughter again and ruffled through Chica’s fur.

After watching the sunset, darkness started to take over and the cold started to set in. Now you were wishing you’d brought warmer clothes. Mark was shivering, too, under-dressed as well.

“Maybe it’s time we go back?” Mark said.

“Yeah,” you nodded, tugging your sleeves over your hands to protect them from the cold.

“If I had a jacket, I’d offer it.”

“Awww.”

“…to Chica.”

“Oh, well then, screw you.”

As the two of you approached the car, Mark unlocked it from afar and then suddenly sped up his pace, and your eyes widened in realization. You sprinted towards the car, past Mark, ripped the door open, and threw yourself over the seats before he could do anything.

“I win!” you cheered.

“Only because I let you,” he grumbled, and walked around the car to get in the driver’s seat.

You expected him to take you home, but instead he took a turn to his own house. Once again, your mind was flooding with questions and confusion, but you stayed silent. While you two were getting to the front door, your boyfriend explained to you that his friends had texted him that they were having pizza at his house.

Tyler, Ethan, Kathryn, Bob, Wade and even Jack were all there. The rest of the night you guys spent eating pizza, watching terrible movies, sharing funny stories and brainstorming for video ideas. Your day had become better than you’d ever imagined and you wouldn’t trade anything in the world for it.

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imnotwolverine · 3 years

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The Accidental Family - Chapter 6

Henry Cavill x OFC - multi-chapter

< Chap 5 | Chap 6 The Birds & The Bees | Chap 7 >

Disclaimer: smut and fluff

Word count: 2.463

Author’s note: This chapter leaves the question of how much Kal knows of the birds and the bees by this point.. enjoy the read!

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Phoebe steered the van onto the driveway of the house Henry’s parents currently lived in; a house better described as a mansion, a nice garden wrapping around the back.

A treat to find in the London suburbs.

‘Woa..nice place.’ Henry leaned forward to get a better look at the red shutters that were all opened to show a row of paned windows, no life to be found inside.

‘Yea. You bought them this house short before Sam was born... So they could be close-by.’ Phoebe killed the engine and looked at Henry as she removed her seatbelt. Henry remained seated for a bit, eyebrows furrowing in thought.

‘And I didn’t get..us..a bigger house? Let me guess, I refused to move from my Mews home?’

Phoebe laughed, her hand patting his knee. ‘We BOTH decided to stay, mkay? Cosy living and all.’

They got out of the car and, hearing the cheerful sound of children behind the house, they decided to go for the garden straightaway, arms linked together as Henry followed Phoebe’s lead. He enjoyed her touch - it calmed him.

The garden was just as magical as Henry could have expected from his mother’s green fingers; luscious grass stretched in the back, with a sea of spring green and flowers running around the sides, some small fruit trees having just started to blossom above the excited faces of the children that were running to and fro.

‘HEY BABIESS.’ Phoebe exclaimed, the kids coming hollering at the sound of their mother’s voice.

‘Mommy! MOMMY!’

But, there was one kid missing. Henry looked out to see Sam squat down at the edge of the grass, his little tongue poking out as if he was really focused on some yet-to-be-determined little task, fingers hidden behind the plants. Henry smiled gently, and walked out to greet his oldest, the young boy completely oblivious to his father’s presence as he created a little fist over one of the flowers.

And that was a bad decision.

Within moments a flood of tears burst from the four year old’s eyes, a painful little hand clutching tightly around the dead body of the bee that had stung into his little palm.

Henry could hear Phoebe call out, feet rushing over the grass, but Henry was first to aid, large arms swinging up the little man into a hug, a soft voice soothing the pained cries of poor Sam.

‘Hey, hey..let me help you.’ Henry gently coaxed the child to open his palm, the bee falling into the bushes as Henry regarded the stinger that was stuck right in the middle of the pinkish little palm.

‘Oh, shhhh.’ Henry pulled Sam a little closer to his chest, his large arms forming a little hammock for the kid to hang in, his eyes finding Phoebe, who had now also come over, her hand sweeping through Sam’s chocolate curls.

‘Oh, baby!’ Phoebe pouted, but Sam was inconsolable, big fat tears falling down his cheek. ‘You had ouchy? Let’s get you fixed up.’ She cooed gently, before hinting at Henry they best get inside.

Minutes later they sat in the kitchen, a box of first aid appliances scattered over the kitchen table, Henry’s parents out to entertain the other kids while Henry sat on one of the chairs with a quiet Sam huddled into the warmth of his chest. The stinger had been quite professionally removed by his mother, but even after she had pressed all the kisses to his little hand and face, he wouldn’t leave his father’s embrace.

‘I just tried to help..’ Sam finally mumbled, quietly sniffling into his father’s white T-shirt.

‘Did you now?’ Henry brushed a soothing hand through Sam’s curls, the boy taking a shivery breath.

‘And then he bwit me!’

Henry chuckled ever so quietly, his eyes finding Phoebe who was stacking the first aid materials back in the plastic container. She winked at him and then looked back at Sam, who kept his watery blue eyes aimed at his father’s arm.

‘Well, not really BIT you, I bet. But when bees feel nervous, they can sting with their stinger.’

‘But IT HURT.’

‘Yes, stingers hurt.’ Henry was met by Sam’s confused expression, big blue eyes looking up at him. ‘You see, the bee was probably really scared of you. Because you are SOOO big, and he was only sooo small. It’s better to be extra gentle and careful with such small animals, you see.’ Sam blinked up at his dad, listening quietly. ‘Especially bees.’

Phoebe now squatted back down before Sam, her hand brushing over the hand that was now covered with a cooling pack. ‘Hi sweetie.’

But Sam was not in the mood, his face pulling into a pout before he quickly ducked back into Henry’s chest.

‘Ohhh okay then.’ Phoebe pouted in playful hurt, earning a smile from Henry, his heart swelling at the feeling of making this kid - his kid - feel safe. This wasn’t a nephew or niece. This was HIS kid.

Hoisting Sam up a little higher, Henry pressed his nose in Sam’s curls, his nose inhaling the sweet scent of shampoo and fresh air, Sam’s little voice bringing out a soft hum as his free hand curled into Henry’s shirt.

‘WIEEEEEEEE. I’m a BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.’ Piper came running in, followed by Max, the both of them leaving muddy prints all around the kitchen table as they flailed their arms like little birds.

‘LOOK MOMMY-MOMMY-MOMMY!! FLYING!!’

‘OI. Piper! Max! What did I tell you about dirty shoes?!’ Marianne came storming after them, little Cole perched on her bony arm.

Sam also looked up, his eyes perking up at the sight of his brother and sister having fun, his sorrows quickly forgotten.

‘Alright, time to get up.’ Henry offered, but Sam remained seated in his lap a moment longer, expecting blues looking up at Henry.

‘Are you still my daddy? Granny said ..eh…’ Sam’s shyness won over as he quickly hid his face behind a hand.

‘Hey..’ Henry pried the hand away with his large paw, a gentle smile curving on his lips. ‘I am. A little bit of a confused daddy, so I WILL need your help. But I am your daddy.’

Sam nodded in understanding and gave a simple: ‘Okay.’ Before climbing off his dad’s lap and joining the other kids who ran back out the backdoor again, thereby leaving yet another trail of muddy shoes all the way through the hallway.

‘OH..dammit.’ Henry bit his lip, making Phoebe laugh aloud.

‘Oh, trust me. That’s nothing yet hahahaha.’

‘Ha, that was nice.’ Henry pulled the door closed, Phoebe having walked a little ahead to greet a very excited Kal in the narrow Mews hallway.

‘It was,’ She smiled and shrugged out of her coat, walking back towards the door to put it onto a hanger, only to be halted midway reaching, as Henry twirled her around and offered her one of his big bear hugs. ‘OH..okay.’ She chuckled softly.

‘Hmm,’ He hummed, nuzzling his nose into her hair, his nose sniffing in the scent of her hair and perfume. Not too sweet. A pinch of something woody. And warm. And.. He pulled back ever so slightly and before Phoebe could ask him what was the matter with him, he pressed his smooth warm lips onto hers, earning a delightful little hum from her in return.

‘Mmm, well hello there.’ She chuckled as they shortly broke their kiss for Henry to also shrug off his coat.

‘Hi,’ He grinned, unceremoniously dropping his coat on the floor before he lifted her up in his arms, hands grabbing for her butt.

‘Hen!’ She squealed in delight.

‘What?’ He asked innocently, though his dark eyes completely betrayed where this was going - and it was quite new after what only had been a little fooling around on the couch.

With a gentle brush of her fingers over his cheek, Phoebe let out a little sigh. ‘Are you..you sure? I mean..’

Henry lowered her with a growl, his bodyweight pinning her to the jackets that were hung behind her, their limbs now entangling with the vast pile of scarves and heavy wool. ‘Stop talking.’ And with that he caught her lips in another searing kiss, hands dipping beneath the material of her sweater, hot fingertips blazing a trail until he found the cup of her bra; nothing special, just a T-shirt bra, and yet Henry couldn’t help but let out a hungered whine.

‘You wet for me?’ He whispered in question, pushing his groin into her hip, only to find something truly wet; a dog nose that was pressing in between his legs.

Phoebe gasped in shock, eyes widening at the intimate intruder. ‘KALLLL!! AAHHHHH!’

Kal huffed a gruff sniff before he pulled back and whined a little instead.

‘He needs a walk.’ Phoebe breathed, trying to calm the hot pink that was spreading over her cheeks.

‘He’ll have to wait a moment.’ Henry grumbled, pressing another fierce kiss on her lips as he picked her up, her legs now wrapping around his hip before he started to ascend the staircase next to the jackets. ‘There’s some pressing matters that FIRST need attending.’

‘At least open the backdoor.’ She breathed as he made it to the landing, her fingers grasping into his curls as she pressed a kiss to his lips.

‘Can’t it wait?’

‘Oh no. And neither can I. Now hurry.’

In a flurry of fast moving legs, Henry bolted downstairs, his hand flicking open the backdoor, which Kal eagerly pressed through to do his business, after which Henry clawed his way back up the stairs, feeling slightly out of breath before he got back in the bedroom, finding Phoebe hopping around in an attempt to get out of her jeans.

Henry smirked at the sight of her buttocks jiggling ever so slightly with every hop, his hands catching her hips as he used her awkward position to push his groin into her behind - like the tease he was.

‘Hen!’ She whined, rolling her eyes at his antics. ‘A little help.’

She fell belly flat onto the bed as he did just that, his fingers freeing her from the obnoxious jeans, followed by the flimsy material of her cotton undies, leaving her in naught but her bra. Looking over her shoulder, cheeks burning red in a mix of arousal and embarrassment, she saw Henry quickly removing his shirt, hands fumbling with his belt which didn’t seem to co-operate.

‘C’mhere,’ Phoebe said, pushing up from the bed to make quick work of the metal and leather obstruction, her palm grazing eagerly over the bulge that stood proud beneath the roughness of his jeans. Looking up from the edge of the bed, her eyes met another pair of blown-out blacks, the both of them panting like they had just ran a marathon.

‘What do you like?’ Henry breathed.

‘Everything. Anything.’ Phoebe unclipped her bra and fell back onto the bed, begging him to crawl on top of her.

But he didn't. Instead he kneeled down on the floor, fingers racing up the insides of her thighs, eyes studying the smooth flesh that jittered beneath his fingertips, his tongue soon to follow, a hot slow pace dancing over her squirming legs.

Henry grinned into her response, her hands gripping for the sheets beneath her, eager little keens and moans escaping her begging lips.

Dipping in closer to her core, he spoke again: ‘And you like this?’ He pushed her legs over his shoulders before he delved in, a honey sweet tongue lapping at her petals.

‘Sto-stop -- HA -- talking.’ She squealed in delight as he made a good show of the things he hadn’t forgotten; he had always been a pleaser, his tongue and fingers alone making her ache for him at any time of the day. How she had missed him all these long months, fearing she’d never get to feel this again.

‘Okay-okay. Get up here.’ She tugged at his curls.

Obediently he did just that, his large frame crawling atop her, jeans still clinging tightly around his arousal.

‘I want to feel you.’ She breathed, bending forward to undo his buttons, only to clash with Henry’s head as he wanted to do the exact same.

‘Ou-aa.’ Henry grabbed for his forehead, chuckling softly as Phoebe clasped her hand in front of her mouth.

‘OH I’m so sorry. I--’

Henry quickly kicked off his jeans and boxers, head shaking with mirth before he grabbed for her hand, removing it from her face. With his hungry gaze he begged for her attention, their eyes interlocking as he lowered himself on her, noses touching as he shimmied his hips a little, feeling the snugness of her legs wrapping around his hips.

‘Ready?’

Phoebe chuckled, pressing forward to kiss him. ‘Please.’ She whispered into his lips, giving him the one answer he needed before they renewed a union that once started all messy - grabby hands and smeared make-up in a bathroom stall at an after party.

‘Oi! We’ve been in the line forever. Would you hurry!’ A fist knocked restlessly on the bathroom door, making two hot faces look up as they fumbled with their buttons and zippers after one very steamy little rendez-vous.

Henry laughed and shook his head. ‘Now ..Bee, that was...’

‘Stop talking.’ Phoebe winked and turned around so he could fix up the long zipper that ran over the back of her silvery mid-length dress.

With careful fingers, the alcohol making his head buzz, Henry tried his best to not catch any skin as he pulled up the zipper, his left hand pushing away the golden locks that cascaded casually over Phoebe’s shoulder.

Letting out one more sigh he realised he might have just made a stupid mistake. They had so much fun tonight; from the moment her friend had dragged her through the door - his eye easily catching her, to now, here. Why was he so stupid-stupid-stupid not to wait a little? Be a gentleman. Wine and dine her? Be a ...

‘And: stop thinking.’ Phoebe turned on her high heels and winked at him. ‘I leave first, then you. You’ve got my number..but..don’t feel pressured if...’ A sudden shyness laced her last words as she noticed the slight red lip-shaped smudge of red she had left on his blouse.

Tell him? She pondered it for a moment, but then decided that she might as well leave a little gift for him, since he totally ruined her panties moments earlier.

‘Ciao.’ She winked, unlocking the door and disappearing into the crowd.

By the time Henry walked out of the bathroom stall, he was welcomed by some very unwelcome white flashes, eager paparazzi having somehow managed to get into the establishment, ruining what could have been such a good night.

Again Henry cursed himself; he should have never, ever, ever..UGH.. - Stomping through the wall of photographers he looked out for the golden drop of hair that had lured him in only hours ago. But she was gone. And for a moment he wondered whether it was the alcohol or something else that made his stomach flutter like a butterfly had been caught in his chest.

'Fuck.’

Birds do it, bees do it

Even educated fleas do it

Let's do it, let's fall in..

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I hope you all enjoy this imagine! It’s not part two to my other fic, Back to the Outer Banks, but it was requested by @maybebanks Thank you for the request and sorry it took so long to do! Also thank you to @languorlust and @spilledtee for helping me when i got stuck in my writing and for proofreading!

Tags: @outerbxrafe @shawnssongs @obx-sos @pixelated-pogues @onebig-dilemma

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You scoffed as you jumped off the back of the bike, pulling the helmet off of your head and throwing it over your shoulder, not caring where it landed. You took off toward your house but only made it a few steps before Rafe yelled.

“Hey! Careful there. That’s my helmet.” You rolled your eyes and continued toward the house, still mad about what had happened before you had gotten on the bike, not that you wanted to get on in the first place. “Babe, where are you going?” You stopped walking and spun around to see Rafe still sitting on his bike but now with his helmet in his hands.

“To my room. Where I’m going to lock the door and not let you in.”

Your fist hit the wooden door over and over but there was no answer. you knew he was in there, the door wouldn’t be locked if he wasn’t. Your knuckles hurt so you began hitting the door with the side of your fist, leaning your head against the door when still no answer came. You heard profanities from the other side of the door and stopped knocking.

“Rafe, I’m not dumb, ok? I can hear you in there.” it was silent for a second.

“Yeah, um, just hold on a second baby” You could hear him moving around his room for a moment before the door was finally unlocked and opened. Your boyfriend stood on the other side with a smile and you returned it, walking into the room. Your eyes immediately went to the stain on the floor by his desk and you noticed his wallet sitting open on the wooden top of the desk.

“Rafe.”

“Make yourself at home babe”

“You said you were going to quit.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about, considering you spilled so much of it on the floor over there! How much more debt does that put you in? Huh? Because I know you haven't paid off what you already owe and now you’re going and getting more? And after you promised me you would quit?” Rafe looked down at his feet and sniffed which caused you to scoff. “I’m leaving.” You turned to walk out of the room but Rafe caught your arm.

“Let me at least take you home.”

“Are you kidding me? You just did drugs! You think I’m going to let you drive me to my house?”

“I’m just trying to do the right thing here! Ok?”

“Maybe try actually keeping your promises. Then we can talk.” You pulled your arm from his grip and walked back out of the house, starting the walk to your own. You had made it out of the driveway when you heard Rafe’s bike start-up and pull up next to you.

“Babe, get on the bike.” You stayed silent, continuing to look and walk forward. “Babe. Please just get on the bike.” You looked over at him to see him holding a helmet out to you and you sighed and took it, clasping it under your chin and throwing a leg over the bike. Your arms reluctantly found their way around Rafe’s torso and he sped off to your house.

“I let you in, actually”

“And then I got mad and tried to get away from you but yet you’re still here and I’m still annoyed.” Your head turned as you heard the lawnmower come around the corner of the house. It was a pogue boy, JJ Maybank, that your parents hired when spring rolled around to cut your grass once a week, sometimes twice if your dad decided it really needed it. You had never talked to JJ, and he didn’t seem too bothered by that fact, but you couldn’t deny that every once in a while you would catch yourself watching him for too long out of your bedroom window. How could you not stare when he mows the lawn shirtless. And on top of that, he’s not bad looking under his cut-offs that you always saw him show up in.

“Are you even listening to me?” You had barely realized that Rafe had been talking while you watched JJ. “So you can be annoyed with me but when I try to argue back you don’t care enough to listen? You’re too busy staring at other guys?” Rafe had gotten off his bike and quickly closed the space between you two. One of his hands came up and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks between his fingers as he forced you to look at him. “I’m the only guy you need, right?” You struggled to nod in his grip and noticed the lack of noise in the background. It was too silent, only for a moment though, until you heard a voice behind you.

“Everything ok over here?” Rafe let go of your face and looked over to the source of the voice while nodding.

“Everything’s fine, pogue. Get back to your job.” You turned to look over at JJ and noticed he wasn’t moving from where he was standing. He was closer to you now, the lawnmower forgotten for a moment in the background as he stood with his hands on his hips. His eyes were on you, giving you a questioning look. “I said get back to your job.”

“Unfortunately, Rafe, this isn’t your house, you’re not my boss, and I wasn’t asking you the question.” He turned back to you. “Everything ok?” You didn’t have time to answer before Rafe was seeing he didn’t like the backtalk JJ was giving him and began stalking over to the blond boy.

“What did you just say to me?”

“You heard clear as day what I said. Now let the girl answer my question.” You weren’t quite sure why that made Rafe mad enough to pull back his arm and throw a punch at JJ. To you, it was just a simple passive-aggressive comment. But you watched as it all seemed to play out in slow motion and it seemed as if there was nothing you could do.

Your hand came up to cover your open mouth as you watched JJ stumble, he had his eyes on you and hadn’t seen the hit coming, before he regained his balance and retaliated. There were a few more punches thrown before you realized that Rafe was losing and you finally felt your body able to move again. You rushed over the few feet separating you from the two boys and attempted to work your way between them. It was a few seconds later that you felt a sharp sting on your right cheek and you stumbled to the ground. JJ was quick to follow you down, placing his hands carefully on your skin as he inspected the new wound.

“Are you alright?” His voice was soft as he examined your new injury. You looked up at him and saw that Rafe was no longer standing above the two of you and you heard the front door open seconds later.

“I- uh-” was all you were able to get out before you heard three pairs of footsteps running outside.

“How dare you touch her like that?” you heard a voice yell but it wasn’t the right one. The voice that spoke had been the person on the right side of you, the person who had hit you. Rafe. You were shocked, you thought he had been going inside to get some ice for your cheek, not to find your parents and blame everything on JJ. You barely noticed your mother wrapping her arms around your shaking form as JJ stood to face your father. You didn’t notice her lifting the hand you had placed on your cheek at some point so that she could examine the damage. All you could do was listen as you heard a side of your dad that he had never presented in front of you before. Your parents hadn’t seen what had happened but they were quick to take Rafe’s side. Your father stood in front of JJ, with Rafe proudly behind as he yelled and degraded him. Called him a good for nothing dirty pogue. Told him that he knew he should’ve never hired him. Especially with where he was from.

“Stop it! He didn’t do it!” You stood to face your dad as he laughed.

“Ok, honey. Who did it then?”

“Well, Rafe was the only other person-”

“Y/N, you think I did this to you? I would never touch you that way baby.” Rafe made his way closer to you as he talked. “You were focused on breaking us up, I should’ve stopped and gotten you out of the way, I’m sorry. But you can’t possibly believe it was me.” You looked over to JJ who seemed surprised that you had stuck up for him. But your efforts weren’t much as your dad was soon turning to look at him as well.

“Go home, kid. And don’t worry about coming back.”

“Dad! No!” You had no time to say anything else before Rafe was picking you up and bringing you inside. You screamed in protest at them all as you saw JJ hang his head and walk off of your front lawn, your parents following you and Rafe inside. You screamed the whole way up to your room and into the bathroom that connected. You screamed until Rafe put you down on the counter. “You asshole! We both know you hit me! There was no reason for you to do that to him!” You beat against Rafe’s chest with every statement that came from your mouth. He quickly grabbed both of your wrists to stop you and you winced. “Rafe, you’re hurting me.”

“Listen, if you tell anyone what actually happened-”

“Rafe, please!” He stopped talking and took a deep breath, closing his eyes as you did so. “Rafe, I need to end things between us.” You felt his grip on your wrists loosen in shock and took the chance to pull yourself free. He took a step back and his mouth dropped open.

“Baby, what do you mean? I-”

“Don’t call me that anymore, ok?” Look, maybe one day when you finally get the help you obviously need and you’re done with drugs, maybe then we can come back to each other. But right now? The fighting, the broken promises, the pain. It’s not just emotional pain that you’re causing me, Rafe, it’s physical.” Rafe took another step back, his back hitting the wall and his eyes going to the floor. He looked like everything he had done was finally washing over him, finally settling in as he nodded. “Why don’t you go back home, ok?” He nodded once more before looking up at you one more time and leaving the bathroom.

It was hard to make your way to your bed. It wasn’t that your legs had been hurt, they just didn’t feel like working after the past hour you had. All you wanted today was to hang out with your boyfriend. Not to get mad at him, get hit by him, and then lose him. On top of that, you felt terrible for JJ. He had lost his job over something that he didn’t actually do. He didn’t argue, he just let it happen.

You closed your eyes, finally letting a few tears fall down your cheeks. You curled up into a ball, holding your knees against your chest as the tears came more frequently. It seemed as if the tears would never stop. Tears that were falling for Rafe, the fact that he needed help and the fact that he was no longer yours. Tears that fell for JJ, he hadn’t deserved what came to him. Tears fell for yourself as your heart ached. Slowly but surely though, your tears slowed until they no longer fell. You stayed curled up, staring straight ahead at your bedroom wall until an idea finally came to mind.

You sat up, looking around your room until your eyes landed on your bag. You wasted no time hopping up from your bed and grabbing it off of your desk before making your way out of your room and down the hallway to your dad’s home office, checking both ways before entering. You made your way over to the other side of the room where his desk sat and crouched down to the floor. For some reason, your dad felt as if the safest place to keep a safe is under his desk. He also thought that using your birthday as his only password for everything was a good idea so maybe he wasn’t as smart as everyone believed him to be. You typed in the four numbers that made up the month and day you were born and the safe popped open. You smiled as you looked at the sheer amount of bills inside and reached forward to grab a few, not even counting to see how much you picked up. You shoved them into your bag and closed the safe, leaving the room as quickly and quietly as possible.

You made your way down the stairs, yelling out into the house that you were leaving before going out the front door and getting into your car. You threw your bag in the passenger seat and buckled your seatbelt, turning on the car and pulling away from your house. You hadn’t thought about it before but now that you were driving you realized you didn’t know where JJ lived. Of course, it was obvious that he lived on the Cut but exactly where you weren’t sure. Luckily, his best friend John B had thrown a few parties before so you decided to go there.

It took a few minutes for you to get to the other side of the island but eventually, you were pulling up in front of the house you had once heard referred to as ‘The Chateau.’ It definitely wasn’t as nice as anything on Figure 8 but you thought it was a cute little place to live, even right there on the water. You got out of your car, grabbing your bag and making your way to the front door. You noticed it was a screen door and started contemplating on how you were supposed to knock until you saw someone stand from a chair on the porch.

“You sure you’re in the right place?” You heard shifting from what you assumed to be some of the other pogues as they turned to look at you but as of now you could still only see John B.

“I was wondering if JJ’s here? I um, I want to apologize for what happened this afternoon.” You watched as John B turned his head to look at something and it was a second before you saw another body stand up. JJ made his way off of the screened-in porch and motioned for you to follow him, You did and he led you to the hammocks that were hanging in another part of the yard, He sat down on the edge of one and you sat next to him slowly, careful not to flip the whole thing over. Neither of you looked at the other.

“You came to apologize?”

“I’m so sorry. About all of it. I never should have let Rafe hurt you and then he blamed you for hitting me and then you lost your job and you weren’t even the one who did anything. I feel terrible about everything.” JJ was silent and you could feel his eyes on you. You turned to look at him and there was something in his eyes that looked like… sympathy? You watched as his hand slowly came up and his fingers ran gently over your cheek.

“Have you been crying?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and were about to ask why he’d ask that when he further explained himself. “You have tear stains down our cheek and your eyes are kinda red. So either you cried or you’re high.” You let out a small laugh.

“I cried a bit. It’s not every day that your boyfriend punches you and then blames it on someone else, you know.”

“No offense but I don’t really like your boyfriend.” You laughed again.

“I don’t either, that’s why he’s not my boyfriend anymore.” JJ raised his eyebrows.

“Oh, so what you’re saying is you’re single?” he joked. You scoffed and pushed his shoulder jokingly. It was silent between the two of you for a moment before JJ stood up and put his hand out to you. “Come inside, let’s clean you up a bit.” You took his hand and allowed him to lead you inside, past his friends on the porch, and into the bathroom. It was smaller than what you were used to but you didn’t mind the closeness that you had to endure because of that. You hopped up onto the counter and let JJ inspect your cheek once again, wincing when he accidentally pressed too hard against it. It didn’t take long for him to announce that he was done and put everything back away into the cabinets.

“I have something for you.” JJ seemed interested in what you were searching around in your bag for and his eyes went wide when you pulled out the stack of bills.

“I can’t take that from you.”

“It’s my dad’s. He doesn’t know I took it and he’ll never know it’s missing. Returning it will probably be harder than taking it so if you don’t take it from me, I’ll just have to spend it myself.” You held it out to him and he hesitantly took it from you.

“How much is it?” he asked while thumbing through them.

“Not sure, I didn’t count it.” You could see that he was still struggling with the idea of taking the money from you.

“I don’t want to just take a handout, Y/N.”

“It’s not a handout. You deserve it. Think of it as the money you would be making if you still had your job with my dad mixed in with a reward for standing up for me with Rafe earlier. I never thanked you for that by the way so thank you.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one thanking you for this?” He held up the money in his hand. Before you knew it JJ was leaning in towards you and you couldn’t find anything in you to stop him. His lips landed softly on yours and you kissed him back slowly. He pulled back after a few seconds and leaned his forehead on yours.

“That was one hell of a thank you.”

“Yeah well, I figured you deserved it after months of staring at me through your window.” You gasped and he pulled away from you and laughed.

“You asshole! You saw me? And just let me continue like you didn’t know?”

“Let me make it up to you,” he said before leaning in to kiss you again.

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