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Hotter Than Texas | Part II

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

A/N: I'm so excited that y'all loved the first part! Thanks for your enthusiasm, you rock <3

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw is tasked with transporting a not-so-delicate package in the form of Jake Seresin's baby sister, who turns out to be Bradley's dream girl worst nightmare.

Aka it's a road trip, strap in.

CW: swearing, age gap (10 years)

WC: 2000+

Part I | Masterlist

“I’m getting hungry.”

Bradley glances at the restaurant sign as he passes it on the interstate, suppressing a sigh. He usually skips lunch on long trips so he can arrive at his destination before nightfall. “I’ll get off at the next exit,” he says.

“Will you?” you exclaim excitedly, as though he’s offered to catch and cook your next meal himself.

Bradley chuckles mildly. “Well, I’m not going to let you starve.”

“You’re so sweet,” you reply, and Bradley eyes you with a grin because he’s about eighty percent certain you’re being facetious.

“What’re are you in the mood for?” he asks as he gets on the off-ramp.

“Something greasy and very bad for my heart.”

Bradley lets out a small laugh. What’s bad for his heart is you sitting next to him being all cute for the next twenty hours straight.

He pulls into the lot of a little diner just off the highway and parks his car while you flip down your sun visor to glance at your reflection in the mirror. “How do I look?” you mutter, mostly to yourself.

Bradley tries not to examine you directly and instead just glances in your vicinity. “Better than the truckers, I bet,” he comments, noticing the row of semis at the back of the lot.

You give him an unimpressed look and then push open your door. “I sure hope they have French toast.”

“I thought you wanted something greasy,” Bradley says, walking around the front of the Bronco to join you.

“I want options,” you state, marching forth toward the front doors.

Bradley strides ahead and pulls the door open for you. He can’t say he isn’t looking forward to having a sit-down meal with you, like it’s a date or something. And, as much as he hates to admit it, he’s almost thrilled at the prospect of the other patrons assuming the two of you are a couple.

You walk through the open door and Bradley stalls for a moment, trying to clear his head. He shouldn’t even be thinking about that sort of nonsense. He and Hangman have enough issues without adding Bradley’s crush on his baby sister to the mix. They’ve just begun to mend their bumpy – to say the least – relationship, and Jake would sure as shit not appreciate his colleague developing feelings for his younger sibling.

“You comin’, sugar?” you call from inside.

Bradley, who’s clearly taken too long of a beat, glances at you in a bit of a daze. He’s sure you just called him ‘sugar’ and that has utterly thrown him. He enters after you and gives the hostess a look that he hopes might resemble a polite smile. But his face feels hot and numb at the same time, so he can’t be sure.

…

“I think I’ll get the pancakes,” you muse, flipping through the menu leisurely.

Bradley smiles at you when you’re not looking. “Want to share some things?”

You glance up at him happily. “Can we?”

Bradley chuckles. “Why not? I could go for a pancake. What else should we get?”

Your eyes light up and you instantly refer back to the menu. “Fried pickles.”

Bradley cringes but he’s still amused. “Those’ll go great with the pancakes.”

“I agree,” you respond without a hint of sarcasm. “Chili?” you continue. “Or tacos?”

“Why not both?” Bradley shrugs.

You give him a serious look. “That’s just crazy talk.”

Bradley laughs. “You’re right, what was I thinking?”

“I sort of want some pie, though.”

Bradley closes his menu and leans forward into the table. “I’ve already thought of that,” he mutters under his breath, as though he’s about to divulge a secret. You lean in too, your bright eyes blinking up at him eagerly. “We’ll get one for the road,” he whispers.

You gasp. “You’re a genius!”

Bradley chuckles, leaning back in his seat proudly. “I won’t deny that.”

…

When the server arrives to take your orders, you let Bradley do the talking, but chime in with little requests now and again; onions on the home fries, maple syrup for the bacon, sour cream in the chili. And Bradley can’t help but delight in the fact that, every time you think of something, you tap his hand that's resting on the table, ‘oohing’ with excitement.

Bradley eyes you with a smile once the server departs. “Maple syrup for the bacon?”

You wave a hand at him. “You’ll see.”

Bradley shakes his head with a smirk. “Not on my bacon.”

“Yeah, my brother warned me that you’re a bit of a square.”

Bradley raises his eyebrows and scoffs. “Your brother said what?”

You grin at him mischievously. “Don’t worry, I can make up my own mind.”

“Your brother warned me that you’re a bully,” Bradley replies, his smile only getting wider. “And, coming from Hangman, that’s saying something.”

You let out a peal of laughter so exuberant that several faces turn to look in your direction.

“Don’t worry,” he adds when your laughter partially subsides. “I can make up my own mind.”

“And?” you ask with soaring eyebrows. “Have you?”

Bradley hesitates for a moment and then decides to respond in a cheeky manner to avoid any awkwardness. “Not just yet,” he says with a chuckle.

You reach out and lightly smack his forearm. “Stop!”

“I’m joking,” Bradley concedes, grabbing your hand before you can strike him again. “It’s not like you’ve ever hit me to get your way,” he says pointedly.

You shake your head with a smirk and withdraw your hand.

…

“Everything was delicious,” you gush to the waitress as she clears the table. “We had such a wonderful time!”

“Glad to hear that, dear,” the waitress gives you a smile and then winks at Bradley, as though she’s in on some scheme with him.

Bradley furrows his eyebrows in amusement as she walks away and then digs into his pocket for his wallet. “My treat,” he says when you reach for your purse.

“No way!” you exclaim. “You’re already giving me a ride. The least I could do is feed you.”

“You don’t have to do anything. I’m happy to be your ride.”

“I insist,” you declare.

“I insist harder,” Bradley presses, laying down several bills onto the receipt tray.

You gaze at him pensively and finally slide your wallet back into your purse. “So, you’re stubborn,” you note.

“So, you’re observant,” he remarks.

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Thanks for lunch, Rooster.”

…

Back on the road, you offer Bradley a turn with the radio, muttering something about not wanting to be a bully by hogging the music. He can tell you’ve said it in jest, but he still wants to make sure he hasn’t offended you.

“You know I don’t think you’re a bully, right?” he says, glancing between your face and the road several times.

You eye him playfully. “Well, give it a minute.”

Bradley chuckles. “It’s getting dark,” he notes after a little while. He was hoping to get farther on the first day, but the prospect of maybe spending an extra day with you on the road doesn’t seem nearly as daunting as it might have in the morning. “Want to stop for the night?”

“I can drive if you want,” you offer.

Naturally, Bradley overthinks your response. He wonders if maybe you’ve had enough of him and would prefer to get to Texas as soon as possible. “No, no,” he responds. “I can drive. I just thought you might be tired.”

“From sitting?” you quip.

Bradley gives you a flat look. “It’s been a long day.”

You shrug. “It flew by.”

That sets his mind at ease somewhat. A day doesn’t fly by unless you’re having a good time. “I think we should stop,” he says.

“Alright,” you respond, “let’s stop.”

…

“You two lovebirds want the mountain or city view?” the hotel’s front desk clerk enquires with a beam.

Bradley is about to explain that the two of you will, in fact, require separate rooms because you are the absolute opposite of lovebirds, when you respond with, “Mountain, please.”

The clerk hands you a key and Bradley follows you down the hall mutely, with both of your suitcases in tow. He’s not about to dispute your decision to share a room, despite knowing that it’s exactly what he swore he’d avoid doing the moment he laid eyes on you.

You open the door and enter, holding it open for Bradley so that he can bring in the luggage. He sets it down gingerly by the door and straightens his back to look around. The are two double beds against the wall and a large window with a spectacular view of the Santa Catalina range.

You flop down on one of the beds with a contented sigh. “You know what, darlin’? I am tired.”

Bradley watches you climb further up the bed and rest your head on one of the pillows. He’s used to you calling him all sorts of terms of endearment at this point, but it still warms his heart each and every time you do. “No dinner tonight, sweetheart?” he responds, adopting your speaking style on a trial basis.

You lift your head from the pillow. “Let’s just order in?”

You seem unfazed by the fact that Bradley just called you sweetheart. Meanwhile, he’s nearly thrown up from the anxiety it’s caused him. He resolves not to call you that – or any other overly-friendly name – ever again. “Yeah, we can do that,” he responds casually. “Pizza?”

You nod. “With barbeque chicken.”

“You got it.”

…

“Did you always want to be an aviator?” you ask, taking a bit of pizza while dusting crumbs off the bedspread.

The two of you are sitting cross-legged atop one of the beds with the open pizza box between you. Bradley grabs another slice. “Pretty much.” He doesn’t really want to get into specifics, because that means being vulnerable, a state which Bradley does not much enjoy.

“Interesting.”

“What about you?” he asks. “What are you studying?”

“Math.”

Bradley nearly chokes. For some reason, he expected something less cerebral. “Are you going to be an accountant, or something?” he asks with a smirk.

You frown slightly. “I sure hope not.”

“Well, what do you want to be?”

“A good person,” you respond thoughtfully.

Bradley lowers his pizza and stares at you. “You are a good person,” he says hoarsely.

You shrug. “I have my days.”

“I mean, I don’t know you very well,” Bradley reasons. “But you seem great. Much better than your brother.”

You laugh and lower your gaze. “Aren’t you a sweetheart?” you say warmly.

Bradley can feel his heart pounding like a double bass drum. The only sweetheart in this room is you and he can hardly keep that to himself. To think that you might be doubting your own integrity is affecting Bradley on a near-physical level. “You’re a good person. Anybody who tells you otherwise is an idiot,” he states.

You smile, still looking downward. “Thanks.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

You place your half-eaten slice of pizza back into the box and fall back into the pillows, sighing dramatically. “I’m stuffed!”

Bradley, who’s just taken his final bite, mutters around the crust in his mouth. “Me too.” He closes the pizza box and picks it up to set it onto the floor by the bed. Then, he moves to the other bed and lies down on his back with a weary exhale.

“Hey, Rooster,” you call from your bed.

“Hmm?”

“Are you a good pilot?”

Bradley turns onto his side to face you. “I think so.”

“My brother said you were just alright,” you say.

Bradley snorts and throws a pillow at you. You laugh and then stuff the pillow in between your knees. “Joke’s on you, I’m keeping this.”

Bradley adjusts his second pillow under his head and mutters, “You’re welcome.”

“Tomorrow you can choose what you want to listen to,” you say.

Bradley chuckles. What he wants to listen to more than anything is probably you.

“Hey, Rooster,” you say quietly.

“Hmm?”

“Is there any pie left?”

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year

Note

okay but. imagine cowboy!reader is actually very educated. pro-LGBTQ, pro-choice, BLM, acab. very big speaker and doesn't take shit. BUT everyone thinks he isn't gonna educated and such until they're on a case dealing with like a trans kid and he's the first one to step up and comfort the kid and such. man im in the rabbit hole.

Allergies (Not Really)

No no no no no but the way I've started one where something of this theme happens (I don't want to give too much away aha)

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: transphobia, sad reader :( (i teared up a little ngl - it's not sad, he's just sad), guns, bullet wound, fighting, briefly mentions some murders to set the scene a bit, someone calls reader a redneck

Also I just want to say that the relationship between Mia and (Y/N) is completely platonic, maybe familial (a bit older brother-y or fatherly) not anything else. Just because I'm panicking because they spend a lot of time joking about and I wanna make that clear.

Taglist: @xweirdo101x @xdark-acadamiax

Your blood boils when you hear the case, an unsub has been targeting young families (parents and three kids all under the age of sixteen). The last family had a survivor, a twelve-year-old transgender girl named Mia, who was currently in the hospital being treated for a variety of injuries.

Your jaw clenches as you read the hospital report, whilst it wasn't too long (thankfully), you knew she would still have a lot to work through mentally.

"You alright over there, Eastwood?" Morgan asks.

"Just angers me, is all," You answer, not feeling the need to elaborate, feeling the source of your anger being fairly self-explanatory. You miss the concerned look Rossi and Hotch share.

A few hours later, the jet landed, once everyone was situated at the police station, you turned to the team.

"I'm gonna head to the hospital, make sure Mia's okay," You said.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Rossi’s the one that says it, but you can see everyone's thinking the same thing.

"Wha- Why wouldn't it be?... Oh I see," You say as the penny finally drops and it clicks, "Y'all think 'cause I'm from the South I'm against her bein' herself?" You sigh softly, rubbing the back of your neck, "Have I not proved myself yet?"

No one says anything for a moment, shocked by the hurt that flashes in your eyes, before they can, you pick your hat back up, settling it on your head, "I'm headin' to the hospital,” You mumble, leaving the room before anyone can say anything.

When you leave the room, you rub your eyes with the back of your hand. 'Not crying,' You try and convince yourself, 'allergies.' You trying to ignore the fact you know, 100%, that you don't have any allergies.

You get into one of the SUV's and begin making your way to the hospital, ignoring your phone as it lit up with various concerned messages.

The receptionist was a nice woman and was quick to show you to Mia's room (after staring at you hungrily for a few minutes). You gave a small knock before walking in.

"Are you here to tell me I'm too young to know myself as well?"

You furrow your eyebrows, "No, who told you that?"

"One of the nurses," She answers with a shrug.

"You know which one?"

"The guy with brown hair," She shrugs as she answers, "It's fine though, happens all the time."

"I personally don't think y'all are too young to realise who you are," You said with a shrug, "I think anyone who thinks that is trynna hide their bias by invalidatin' your identity."

Mia looks at you for a moment, "I like you." She states, "I thought you were going to be against it."

"I've been gettin' that a lot today, it would seem," You mumble before your head snaps to the door, relaxing when it's just JJ. "Anyway, I'm (Y/N), this is my colleague, Agent Jareau. Mia, you a'right if we ask you a few questions?"

"Sure,"

"Could you run us through what happened that night?"

"Mum and dad were cooking. We were all sitting at the table doing our homework, and someone knocked on the door." Mia began, "They asked me to open the door, and he grabbed me and put a gun to my head. He shot my dad, then-"

You gave her a small, encouraging smile, "You're doin' great,"

"Did you get a look at the person that did this?" JJ asked, when Mia nodded, she continued, "What did they look like?"

Your eyes widen in worry as the heart machine next to Mia picks up, as does her breathing. You pull yourself together and turn your attention to her, "Mia? Mia, hey," Your voice is soft as you kneel next to her, "You need to take some deep breaths for me sweetheart,"

"Can't-"

You nod at her, "Yes, yes you can," You encourage, "Deep breaths, in, one, two, three, four, five, and out. That was good, keep going,"

It takes a moment, but her breathing evens out and she appeared to be less anxious, "There we go," You grin, "Told ya,"

"Okay, Texas," Your jaw drops slightly, the joke catching you off guard.

"That's not fair, I can't even say anythin' back without bullin' a child,"

"Ha ha." She responds, you throw your hands up in the air, smiling when she laughs at you.

JJ rolls her eyes slightly at you with a small smile as the doctor walks in with a few nurses for a routine checkup. Your eyebrows furrow when you see a male nurse with brown hair. Your eyes flick to the name badge, 'Darren', assuming this is the same nurse, you make a mental note of his name.

"We'll be just outside, a'right?"

Her hand shoots out, clinging onto your sleeve, "No! Don't leave!" She looks at you slightly hesitantly, "Please?"

"Hey, hey, it's a'right, I'll stay here," You answer, eyes flicking down to her for a moment before turning to JJ.

"Hotch wants me to go with Morgan to the scene," JJ said, "You good here? I'll let him know,"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good here and thanks," You give a small smile.

When the doctor and nurses left, you turned to Mia, "That nurse you mentioned earlier? The brown-haired one? Was he in the room just now?"

Mia nodded, "Yeah,"

"Had a name badge on, name Darren?" Mia nodded once more. "Alright, I'll be back in a moment,"

"Where are you going?"

"I just want a quick word with this Darren fella," You shrug, seeing the look on Mia's face you roll your eyes slightly, "Don't you worry your little head about it, I'm not gonna hurt him or anythin'."

"Okay..." She said.

"Is that a'right?"

Mia shrugged, "Sure." You nodded before exiting the room.

Furrowing your eyes when you came face to face with Rossi, "Howdy, I'm just popping out for a few," You said.

Rossi nodded, walking into the room after you had left. "I'm Agent Rossi," He said, "I work with (Y/N),"

"The cowboy?"

"Yeah, the cowboy," Rossi huffs a small laugh as he sits in his seat. "Have the staff here been treating you okay?"

Mia shrugs, "Yeah," She answers, "There was one nurse but I think Texas has gone to sort him out or something. He might beat him up."

Rossi smiles slightly, "Texas?"

"Yeah, the cowboy," She said, "I think he's frustrated that everyone keeps assuming he's going to be against me being trans... I'd be frustrated too, I think," She added after a moment's thought.

You leave Mia, now feeling slightly better that Rossi will be there whilst you're gone. Spotting your target, you speed up.

"Excuse me! Nurse?" The man turns towards you, Darren. "I just wanted to have a word with you about Mia?"

You watch as Darren shifts uncomfortably. "Yes?"

"I just wanted to say that perhaps telling someone they're too young to understand 'emselves probably doesn't make 'em feel a whole lotta good about 'emselves."

Darren looks you up and down slightly as he takes a few steps towards you. "And what exactly do you know?" He scoffs, "I'm surprised a redneck such as yourself can read and write."

"That's some nice deflection there," You said sarcastically, trying not to let it show how much the stereotypes flung into your face hurt. "Just... don't be a dick. If you don't understand somethin', look it up. I'm sure you can read. So perhaps do your research before you project onto a twelve year old girl." With that, you give a forced smile before turning on your heels and head back to Mia's room.

"Welp, that outta have done it," You give a lopsided grin, "A'right Rossi?"

"I'm fine Kid, you okay?"

"Yes sir," You answered, "I might grab myself a drink, y'all want anything?"

Mia laughs, "Y'all?"

"Rossi, Imma need your assistance, I'm getting bullied by a twelve year old,"

"Sorry, Kiddo, can't help you there." He chuckled, "I will ask that you grab me a coffee though."

"Coming right up!"

Hours later, she's sat up on the bed whilst you're sat on a chair (a rather uncomfortable one) next to the bed, Rossi having left an hour ago, both of your gazes focused on a small, empty glass bottle that stood on the overbed tables. Each armed with a small piece of string as a makeshift lasso.

"You're not a very good cowboy, are you?" Mia observes as you miss once more.

"Hey, I haven't done this in a while,"

"How longs a while? Never?" She asked, throwing the lasso perfectly once more.

"I'll have you know its been, okay so it's been like ten years, a'right? You were two last time I had to lasso something,"

"Wow, you're old."

"I had no idea twelve year olds were so mean, you're about to make a grown man cry,"

Mia gave a laugh, you quickly joining in. You flung the lasso half-heartedly, eyes widening as it hit its target perfectly. "Yeehaw!"

"Yeehaw? Seriously? You're so lame." You jaw dropped once more. You both jumped as gunshots echoed throughout the hospital, you sat up straight, immediately turning to Mia.

"Mia, I need you to take this," You handed your phone over to her, "The pass code is 1999, okay? You need to phone Hotch. Lock the door behind me, go into the bathroom and lock that door too, okay?"

Mia looked up at you with wide, scared eyes, "Are you gonna be okay?"

"I'm gonna be absolutely fine, a'right?" When she nodded, you gave her a smile, "Don't open this door until I tell you to, or Hotch phones and says to okay?"

You shut the door, not moving until you heard it lock in place. When you heard the soft click, you nodded to yourself as you began to make your way towards sound.

Seeing a nurse, you jogged up to her, "Ma'am, try and get everyone into their rooms, tell them not to come out, okay?" The nurse nods and runs off. You continue cautiously towards the sound of gunshots, revolver clutched in your hands.

When you find him, he's holding a person close to his chest, what with that and the people running past you, you don't have a clear shot. You meeting eyes with the wide yes of the hostage against his chest, you look at her, giving a small nod as you inch closer.

When the moment's right, she ducks her head, pulls her elbow back, before slamming it into the guy's ribs. As he curls over, she wiggles out of her grasp, joining the others in fleeing. With a sigh, you brace yourself before charging at the man, tackling him to the floor.

It takes a moment for the unsub to recover, in that time you've delivered a few blows to his face, both of your guns falling during the tackle. He's quick to flip you over, he aims for the torso first, delivering a handful of well-aimed punches. Next, he takes a fist of your hair, slamming your head into the floor. Once, twice, three times before you get the momentum needed to push him off you.

You staggered up, paying no mind to the pain in your head throbbing in beat with your pulse, the blood on the side of you head that's slowly dripping into your eye, or the ache that's spread through your abdomen. You had to either distract this guy until the team got here or knock him out. Either way, you weren't about to let yourself pass out and let this bastard hurt Mia.

As you're breathing deeply through the pain, the unsub has stood, he (however) is not as chivalrous, so he takes the moment make his way over to you. He grabs your shoulders as he pulls his knee to your groin, pushing you to the floor as you double over in pain. Happy with having the advantage, he continues to aim cheap blows to your sides.

Despite this, you stumble up once more, you keeping your left arm wrapped close to your ribs on your right. They were definitely bruised as a minimum. You duck the punch sent your way, wincing slightly as it pulls on your arm and ribs. Both of your eyes lock on the gun at the same time as the pair of you dive for it. He reaches it first, gripping it tightly in his hands as you immediately go for it, to loosen his grip, anything you can think of.

There's a bang and you grunt as a bullet enters the top of your left arm, adding insult to injury. Okay, so disarming him didn't really work.

"FBI!" You sigh in relief as the unsub is pulled away from you, letting your head fall against the cold floor with your eyes closed - trying to get a grip on the pain. You listen as they cuff the bastard before dragging him out of the hospital. You let your eyes flutter open as you begin to push yourself off of the floor.

"I'm fine," You mumbled, shrugging Hotch's hands off you, "I'm fine, check on Mia."

"Morgan, stay with (Y/N)."

When Hotch is gone, you turn to Morgan, "I'm fine, go help Hotch."

"Sorry, got my order," Morgan said with a shrug. You don't answer, as much as you don't want to admit it, the pain was really starting you affect your headspace. You felt like you couldn't think. "Come on, let's get you checked out."

You shook your head, "No, I need to check on Mia first," You mumbled, giving a low groan as you pushed yourself up.

"Alright, lead the way," Morgan said. You don't answer, simply forcing one foot in front of the other until you're back at Mia's room.

"Is he okay?!" You hear Mia's question through the door.

"He's okay," You hear Hotch reassuring her.

"Then where is he?! He said he'd be here as soon as he could!" Mia's panic causes your eyebrows to furrow, "Oh god, he's dead, isn't he?"

You push the door open, trying to look as put together as possible for Mia, not wanting her to panic. "I'm very much alive, thank you very much," You say.

"I thought he killed you!" She exclaims, rushing towards you. You groan when Mia flings her arms around you, burying her head in your chest and she immediately steps back, seeing the blood her eyes widen. "Holy shit he shot you?!"

"Hey, language,"

"Sorry Texas," She grins, and you roll your eyes.

"Texas?" Morgan grins, "Oh, that is so sticking around,"

You groan slightly, "Seriously?"

"Seriously."

You turn to Mia, "Thanks kid," You say sarcastically.

"No problem, old man." Your jaw drops once more.

"I don't know if my ego can take all these insults,"

"I don't know what y'all are talkin' about I would never do such a thing to y'all," She says, trying her best to do an impersonation, giggling slightly at the look of disbelief on your face.

"That- Now that was just a bridge too far-" You barely get the sentence out before you're huffing a laugh (and then wincing because of said laugh).

"Alright, come on, Texas," Derek smirks, placing a hand on your shoulder, "Let's go get you checked out."

You weren’t too injured (thankfully), minus the bullet wound, it was mostly just bruises. Eventually, you were all stitched up and laid in a hospital bed - which you hated, but Hotch had glared at you when you went to protest.

A soft knock echoed through the door before it opened, a blonde woman poking her head round. You frowned slightly, not recognising her.

"Hi, I'm Mia's aunt," The woman says and you straighten up (ignoring the discomfort).

"Ma'am," You said with a nod.

"I just wanted to say thank you,"

"What for?" You furrowed your eyebrows as she raised hers, motioning to your current state. "Ma'am I was just doing my job."

"Well, either way, thank you."

You give a small smile, "No worries, Ma'am."

“I’m going to be her guardian now that-” Mia’s aunt paused, taking a deep breath to compose herself before she continued, “After everything and I really appreciate what you did for her.”

You give her a small smile, “Of course, Ma’am.”

She gives you one last smile as she leaves the room, “Oh, agent?” You look at her, “Is it alright if I bring Mia in? We’re about to head off and she wanted to say goodbye.”

You nod, “Yeah, yeah, of course,”

When the door closes, you push yourself the best you can, the door opens a few minutes later and Mia walks in.

“How y’all healin’?”

“First, I wouldn’t say y’all if it’s just one person,” You said, rolling your eyes, “Second, I’m doin’ a’right,”

“You missed like seven letters in that sentence,” She laughs, you huff a small laugh, forcing a wince down.

“It’s an art form,” You reply. "Your aunt seems nice,"

“She is, I’m going to live with her,” Mia says, smiling, “She lives in California. I can’t wait, apparently my uncle’s been getting a room ready for me,”

“That’s great,” You smiled. "How are you feeling in yourself?"

"I'm okay," Mia said with a shrug, "I know it's going to be a while until I'm back to one hundred percent, but I'm willing to put in the work."

"Smart kid," You said, "You'll be okay."

"Oh, Aunty Meg you should have been there earlier! Texas was all like 'how are y'all doin'?' And he made lassos but he was absolutely useless with one and the last time he used one was when I was two and…"

Mia's voice faded as you looked at the hat on the table for a moment, lightly taking it in your own hands, brushing over the material lightly with the pad of your thumb. It was one of your favourite hats. You looked up, seeing the grin on Mia's face as she did her best cowboy impressions, you smiled. "Hey, I think you'll find, every southerner - impersonator or not - needs their very own hat," You said, reaching over to place it on her head. "Perfect, a true southerner!"

"Well I'll be damned!" Mia exclaimed, tilting the hat slightly.

"Come on, we need to make a move," Mia's aunt said. "I think Uncle Jack's getting restless waiting for us,"

Mia nodded, reaching up and taking the hat off before handing it over to you. You shook your head.

"Nah, you keep it kiddo, I've got hundreds." You give her a smile.

Mia walked forward, clinging onto you as she buried her head in your chest, you ignored the dull ache that flared up in your chest as you hugged her back, "I'm gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you too, kiddo," You say, lifting one hand to wipe at your eyes.

"Are you crying?" Mia asked softly.

"No." You answered, "I've got allergies."

You wait for Mia to let go before you do, you gave her a small smile, "See you later, a'right?" She nodded, quickly wiping her eyes.

"See you later Texas,"

The door shut quietly behind the two of them and you were enveloped once more in silence.

Whilst everyone was wrapping up the case, you were sitting in a hospital bed, bored out of your skull. With a sigh, you pushed yourself up, sneaking past the nurses and doctors as you made your way outside, wanting some fresh air.

You sat yourself down opposite the hospital in the grass, letting yourself pluck a blade of grass from the ground, running it through your fingers as you lost yourself in your thoughts.

You kept your eyes trained on the grass as Hotch sat down next to you. The pair of you sitting in silence for a moment. “Are you alright?”

“‘M fine, sir,” The answer rolls off your tongue. “Nothing to worry about,”

“If you want to get something off your chest, you can always talk to me,”

“I know, Hotch,” You said, “I just… struggle with the whole talkin’ about how you’re feelin’,”

Hotch nods in understanding, for someone who doesn’t talk about it, you sure do end up giving a lot away. You both sit in silence.

"I know people think I'm stupid," You mumble, staring intently at the blade of grass between your fingers as you spoke, "I know I have that Southern drawl," You exaggerate your accent slightly before continuing, "That I don't exactly talk like y'all. I know some just see me as some redneck, but I can hold my own. I ain't stupid. And I certainly ain't no bigot."

"I know, we all know that." Hotch replies.

"But you didn't." You pointed out before sighing, "Whatever, it doesn't matter..."

"We were concerned because there was no way could have known."

"You could've just trusted me," You said, “I have, in no way, given any of y’all a reason to believe that I am against anyone in that community. And I get it, I do, it just… stings, is all.”

Hotch doesn’t speak, unsure of what to actually say. Because he did jump to conclusions, they all did.

"I think if she didn't have any family I would have adopted her, or at least tried to, anway," Your eyebrows are furrowed, gaze deepening at the blade of grass as you tore it apart in your hands. "But, hey, she's happy, that's the main thing and her aunt seems like a lovely woman."

With that, you push yourself off of the grass, ignoring the ache that shoots through your body. Leaving Hotch sat on the curb with a frown as you limped back into the hospital for one final check-up before your flight.

You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, “Fuckin’ allergies.”

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andreafmn · 4 months

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12 Days of Ficmas ❅ Day 4

Word Count: 1.6K Paring: Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader Prompt @a-cure-for-writers-block: mothering their S/Os younger siblings and making sure they're getting enough to eat

Summary: Lip Gallagher has had a hell of a year, and most of the time he doesn't think he deserve the mercy he's been shown. But (Y/N) will stop at nothing to make sure he and his family know they are taken care of. And he knows it.

A/N: a bit late, but still published. Also, this is very short and sweet and does not follow the canon after season 5. Kind of went off path to give Lip a bit of a quicker redemption. Hope y'all enjoy!

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“Yo, Lip,” Ian’s sleepy voice rang through his brother’s phone. “Uh, your girlfriend is over here, and I think she’s gone crazy.”

“What you mean?” Lip chuckled as he rubbed his hands together to warm them up. “‘Cause that’s a lot coming from you.”

“Very funny,” he laughed sarcastically. “No, but she made Christmas puke on the house, and she’s been cooking nonstop since this morning. She hounded us all morning until we ate breakfast and wouldn’t stop until we sat down at the table.” ”

Lip couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face as he pictured his girlfriend with her face dirtied by food, her hair tied back and away from her face, and her voice carrying around the house as she made sure everyone had eaten. It was one of the things he loved about her and one of the reasons he was glad she had come into his life. “Look, I’ll be home soon,” he chuckled. “Can you just make sure she actually eats? I know she’s gonna forget.”

“Fine,” Ian groaned. “Just hurry up.”

(Y/N) had come into Lip’s life at a moment when he was sure his life would have gone down the rails. She has become his sense of normalcy in his less-than-normal life. He had needed something to ground him back to earth, and that was exactly what she had done. After being so close to rock bottom he could taste the soil on the ground, she had been the only one that had been able to bring him back to his feet.

As he got off the L, he wondered what she could have ever seen in him. She was smart and beautiful and a complete juxtaposition to the man he was. She was sunshine where he was rain, she was happiness where he was gloom, she was future while he was stuck in the past. And she was everything he never thought he needed.

The moment he reached the house, he could hear the chatter from his family and the smell of (Y/N)’s cooking. Inside, Liam, Carl, and Ian were hypnotized by the TV while (Y/N) and Debbie talked away in the kitchen.

Ian had not lied. The Gallagher house had been decorated like it had never been before. From garlands to stockings above the fireplace, to a massive Christmas tree in front of the stairs, it was a scene that had never lived inside that house. “Yo, you weren’t kidding, huh?” Lip chuckled as he shook off his jacket. “Didn’t think we’d ever have these many decorations.”

“And presents,” Carl grinned. “Check under the tree.”

Just like his younger brother had pointed, under the pine rested a couple of boxes wrapped in kraft paper. Each of them had every one of the Gallagher’s names written on them and a glittering red bow around them. It truly was more than Lip could have ever expected.

“Ian, did she eat something?”

“Yeah,” he said. “She’s also been pecking at everything she’s doing.”

“Alright, thanks.”

Taking the scenery in, Lip walked into the kitchen to find (Y/N) wearing a dirty apron and plates balanced on her arms.

“You’re home,” she smiled, kissing his cheek as she walked past him to give the three boys each a plate. “Good. There’s a plate for you in the microwave. I made some turkey sandwiches for lunch. Light enough to not fill you guys up for dinner but strong enough to tide you over until then.”

“Thanks, (Y/N),” the boys chorused before digging into their sandwiches and focusing back on the TV.

“This is so good, (Y/N),” Debbie exclaimed from the breakfast table. “I don’t know how you’re not studying to be a chef.”

“I cook for fun, not for work,” the young woman smiled. “That’s what engineering school is for.”

“I’m just saying,” she shrugged. “If the genius stuff doesn’t work out, you could definitely be a chef.”

“Thank you, Debs,” (Y/N) responded. “And speaking of school, how was your last final, babe? I know this semester has been a bit hard.”

Understatement of the century, Lip had thought. He couldn’t understand how he had not been expelled after everything he had done the year before. He had been so close to losing it all. Had it not been for (Y/N) stopping him before he smashed Youens car and speaking up on his behalf at the disciplinary meeting, he was sure he would have gotten a worse punishment than a semester suspension. She had been the saving grace he didn’t know he needed, and she was the reason he understood he needed help.

Lip had inherited more than a hard life from his parents, he’d fallen victim to their addictive genetics and gone off the deep end with a bottle of liquor in hand. But somehow, she had been there to pull him up while he was down and walk beside him as he got back onto the right path. She stayed with him as he rebuilt himself into the man people believed he was.

“I think it went pretty well,” he said before taking a bite of his sandwich. “Won’t know until after the break, but if midterms were anything to go by, I did good.”

“That’s good. I’m pretty sure you did very well,” she smiled as she sat beside him, placing a hand on his and a coffee cup in front of his plate. “And I know you’re tired, but I’m gonna need you to help me prep the table for dinner tonight. Kev, V, and the girls are coming over. Fiona can’t make it, but she’ll try for actual Christmas Day or New Year's.”

“You’ve got everything planned out already, don’t you?” Lip chuckled. “Not that I am surprised in any way, shape or form.”

“I would have told you earlier, but I wanted you to focus on your exams,” she said before turning to the boys in the living room. “Hey, guys! Remember to wash your dishes when you’re done! I’m gonna need them for tonight.”

“Yes, (Y/N),” they chorused back.

“You got them very well trained,” Debbie laughed. “Where have you been all our lives?”

“Just on the other side of town,” the girl smiled. “Now hurry and finish eating. We’ve got work to do.”

After everyone finished their lunch and the how was suddenly dispersed of children, (Y/N) and Lip set off to work. While she waltzed around the kitchen, he rearranged the formal dining area to fit all the guests. As he walked around the house, the young man wanted to laugh. He remembered a time when that type of domesticity would have sent him running, searching for the easiest way to drown his fears of commitment and stability. But there he was, setting tables for a dinner party that his girlfriend had cooked, and he didn’t feel the jittery need to escape. He didn’t feel the anxious desire to feel alcohol burn its way down his throat and fill him with a mirage of confidence. He wanted to stay.

“Hey,” he whispered after he had finished his task, snaking his arms around her waist and kissing her cheeks. “Thanks for doing this.”

“Of course,” she smiled, leaning into the comfort and warmth of his touch. “Do you think there’s enough food I don’t know if I should set out some snacks for the kids while the turkey is finished. Maybe dinner is too late for Jemma and Amy. I should set some snacks out.”

“(Y/N), baby,” he chuckled. Lip flipped her around, kissing her lips softly to stop her rambling. “There’s enough food, and they should be starving by dinner. You worked hard enough on all these dishes, they need to be eaten.”

“And they will, but…”

“You really enjoy mommying them, don’t you?” Lip grinned lovingly. “You know they’re not kids anymore –other than Liam. The other ones are all teenagers, they know how to get food when they’re hungry.”

“I know that. But I just wanna make sure they know there’s someone here that cares about them other than you now that Fiona’s gone,” she admitted, her eyes falling onto the hands she pressed to his chest. “And I want them to like me, Lip. I’m in it for the long run, babe.”

“If there’s one thing I can assure you, it’s that the Gallagher family loves you,” he smiled. His hand caressed her cheek softly, and it surprised him that only a year before, his knuckles would have been ripped and bloodied. But not with her. Never with her. “And if you keep cooking like this for them, they’ll make sure you’re here forever.”

“And what about you? Would you want me to stay forever?”

Lip couldn’t help the smile that spread across his mouth. As he stared into her eyes, it took everything inside him not to spoil the plans he had for Christmas morning. He wanted to give her all the reassurance she could need with the ring he had hidden deep in his underwear drawer. But when he had a plan, it was hard to divert from it. “How could I want anything else?” he grinned. “Now, why don’t we finish up here so we can have a little treat before dinner ourselves?”

“Philip Gallagher,” she exclaimed at his advance, slapping his chest playfully. “I have too much work to do to be thinking about that.”

“Come on, I’ve only been thinking about this all day,” he groaned. “It’s the only thing that got me through that test.”

“Then you can wait a bit more,” she laughed. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while, baby. All good things come to those who wait.”

And, at that moment, she had no idea how much truth there was in that statement.

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turtletaubwrites · 5 months

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I Won't Waste It ~ Part 7

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,738

This is part 7 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

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Summary: You set ground rules with the cook and the swordsman, and spend some much needed time with a friend. Zoro speaks up.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Alcohol, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Swearing, Casual Sex, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Condoms, Shameless Smut, Hair Pulling, Aftercare, Friends With Benefits, Crewmates With Benefits, Relationship Discussions, Zoro is a dick at first, but he's learning

A/N: Alright friends, please don't get mad! Zoro can be a dick, but we love character growth over here! I hope you enjoy this installment, and the next will be posted tomorrow! 😊 (Y'all can thank medical leave for these quick updates, today was the first day I've left my house in a week, lol)

Scowling at your morning reflection, you leaned your elbows over the sink. I’m fucking beat.

You took a little extra time getting ready to try to make up for your exhaustion. Especially since breakfast was starting to feel like a battlefield.

As you greeted everyone, you noticed Zoro leaning against the wall. He followed, and sat next to you. Robin’s knowing smirk made you bite your lip, looking down at your plate.

Zoro kept a grip on your thigh under the table, while Sanji brought you a caramel latte with a flower design on the foam. Usopp had asked you something, but you couldn’t hear over the assault of attention, until your captain spoke up.

“I told you Usopp, Y/N’s sick. Chopper, can fevers make you go deaf?”

“Actually yes, a high fever can cause cochlear damage-”

“She’s not sick, she’s just been having trouble sleeping. Right, Y/N?”

Nodding, you gave Robin a grateful smile.

Needing some air, you avoided their eyes and walked out on deck, yawning as you stretched.

“You’re coming to my room tonight.”

Zoro’s whispered demand tickled across your neck before you turned to face him.

Yawning again, you leaned toward him.

“I can’t tonight, Zoro. I need to get some rest.”

Your breath hitched when you saw his eyes shift, and you took a small step back.

“What, now that cook treats you like a little princess, and you don’t want to fuck me?”

The sound of a lighter sparked behind him.

“I believe the lady told you she wanted a break, Marimo.”

Zoro spun, his fingers touching the handle of a sword.

“Fucking stop it, both of you. I’m not a piece of meat to fight over.”

Sanji looked at you with wide eyes, while Zoro clenched his jaw. You glared at him, stepping forward again. “And Zoro, I enjoy our time together, but there’s a line. You agreed to this, so speak up if you can’t handle it.”

Zoro’s lips pursed a bit, and it looked like he was grinding his teeth while you continued.

“Clearly we need some ground rules.”

You sighed, walking over to the railing. You caught Nami waving from the crows nest, and you held in a laugh, grateful to know she was there.

When you turned around you could almost see the violence in the air between them

Oh fuck, what have I gotten myself into.

“Okay, rule number one; no fighting over me. The whole point of this arrangement is to keep things casual, and I won’t put myself in the middle of your feud.”

Zoro's veins pulsed in his arms as he clenched his fists, and Sanji seemed to be desperately trying to ignore Zoro’s presence.

“Rule number two; no one gets their feelings hurt when I want to take a break. I’m fucking tired, and I’m not a doll you can use whenever you want.”

They both looked appalled, Sanji flashing hateful eyes toward Zoro as the swordsman swore, and started to apologize.

You held your hand out to stop them, and kept going, trying not to draw their eyes to the thumbs up waving from the crow’s nest.

“Rule number three; we need to come up with some sort of system to keep things fair. I don’t want to have to choose between you guys, and get caught in your pissing contest.”

Sanji looked at you with puppy dog eyes, while Zoro crossed his arms with his signature scowl.

You paused for a moment, feeling exhausted.

“So, what’s the system?”

“Let her catch her breath, moss head.”

“You don’t know what she needs, waiter.”

“Guys, seriously? Stop.”

They had leaned toward each other, and you could practically see their hackles rise.

But they went instantly silent at your words, and turned to face you.

You held in the shiver that ran through you at how these two powerful men just obeyed your command so quickly.

“Let’s alternate. One day with Zoro, then the next day with Sanji. And I get to take breaks without you destroying the ship.”

Zoro kept scowling, and Sanji still looked like everything you said was magic. Again, you had to bite back laughter at these two ridiculous men.

“Plus! You can both sleep with other people too!”

The blank stares they both gave you made you pause for a minute.

“... Okay then, good! Do we all agree to the terms?”

“Of course dear-“

“Sure-“

“Great! I’m going to get some work done.”

You practically ran away from them, chewing on the inside of your lip to keep from squealing. This is insane!

You didn’t want to spend the day in the kitchen making oils and tinctures until you’d seen Zoro again. They’d agreed to the rules, but you didn’t want to test his limit while he watched you spend the day with Sanji.

Instead, you spent it with Chopper. Now and then he’d share some interesting facts from his books while you were cataloging ointments, salves, and other supplies you’d made. Making sure they weren’t expired, and logging what you should make soon.

“We go through arnica cream like crazy, I’ll put that on our priority list.”

“Good thinking!”

It was so hard to be in a low mood around Chopper, and you found yourself smiling, even as you made your way through the hall to dinner.

“Y/N.”

Zoro’s voice was low behind you, and you took a breath before turning to meet his eyes. He was looking everywhere but you, and you’d never seen him with his shoulders slumped like this.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

You stared, watching him struggle, clearly feeling shitty about this.

“No, you shouldn't have.”

You said it with a soft voice, but stayed firm.

He nodded, meeting your eyes.

“It won’t happen again. I’m sorry.”

You nodded, releasing a breath.

“Thank you, Zoro. We can talk more tomorrow if you want. I’ll meet you in your room after dinner?”

Zoro’s lip twitched just a bit, and that tiny smile made you feel at ease. He nodded, heading into the galley.

After dinner, you walked toward your quarters in a daze.

Nami caught your eye in the hall, and she flashed a bottle of wine from under her jacket while nodding toward her room.

You closed the door behind you both, then mock hissed at her.

“You thief.”

“Former! Now I’m a pirate. And pirates plunder.”

She took a swig before handing it over.

“I figured you could use some company that isn’t trying to stick a flag in you.”

“Oh, you are so right.”

You probably should have gone to bed early, but you had needed this time with your friend. You’d managed to spend a decent amount of time not talking or thinking about boy drama, but it inevitably came back up.

And this time it was all your fault. Maybe I’ve had too much wine.

“Soo, Nami?”

“Uh huh?”

She’d been digging in her closet, but twisted around to face you.

“Would you, uh… Would you want to join an arrangement with either of them?”

Her mouth fell open, and she laughed loudly before clamping her hand over her face and sitting next to you.

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to laugh like that.”

You were laughing yourself, leaning your head into your hands.

“No, it’s totally fine. This whole thing is fucking ridiculous.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…”

Her tone had gone soft, almost serious, and your laughter faded.

“I just, I don't know. I've never been interested in that. I’ve tried before, but-”

She glanced at you, then shrugged before staring up at the ceiling.

“I know it sounds weird. I love to hear about it, but I just… don’t want to do it myself. With anyone. If that makes sense.”

You smiled at your friend, touching your hand to hers.

“It makes sense, Nami. I don’t think that’s weird at all.”

She beamed at you, and you felt shivers of warmth for your friend.

“I’m just bummed you won’t be able to carry some of this load for me.”

“Ha, ew! I don’t want any of that load, you can keep their junk all to yourself!”

Finally crashing in your room later, you felt so filled with happiness that you didn’t even think about tomorrow.

Luckily tomorrow included the boys on their best behavior, although they were still vying for your attention during meals.

I need to set another rule for that.

You felt Sanji’s eyes on you as you left after dinner, and shivered as you made your way to Zoro’s quarters.

He let you in, as if he’d been waiting behind the door. You half expected him to pin you against the wall. Instead he led you in, sitting on the floor across from his chair. You took a seat, barely breathing. This was not Zoro’s typical stoic silence. Your knees fought as you tried not to bounce them.

He started to speak, then coughed, clearing his throat a couple times.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

“I know-”

“I’m not good at this.”

He gestured vaguely between you, then looked away. You chewed your lip not to smile.

“I just. I like you. And I like what we’ve been doing together.”

“I’d say ‘like’ is an understatement, Needy.”

You caught yourself teasing his own words back at him before you could stop it. You had a second of panic, worried you’d pushed him too far.

Zoro looked up at you, his face tilted with that evil smile that made your pulse race.

He seemed to be fighting to keep his voice even, but the heat kept building.

“I promise to do better. Can you forgive me?”

Your breath was high in your chest as you felt the air shift around you.

“Yes, Zoro. I forgive you.”

He lifted onto his knees, coming only a fraction closer to you.

“Can I make it up to you?”

You gave a small gasp, and his smile of satisfaction made your eyes flutter shut for a moment.

“Y-Yes, please.”

Zoro was suddenly kneeling between your legs in his chair, hand fisting in your hair. He gripped you hard enough to make you whimper, loving the feeling of him taking control. He licked along your neck, sucking and biting your earlobe as his free hand gripped its fingers into your thigh. He pulled your hair even tighter, and you cried out for him as he chuckled in your ear.

“I knew you needed me to touch you like this. You need me to hurt you, just a little bit. Don’t you, Y/N?”

You couldn’t keep your back from arching, and he used the hand on your thigh to pull you roughly until you were sitting on the edge of the chair, quivering for him.

“Should I repeat the question, Needy?”

His dangerous words had your body aching, wetness pooling between your thighs.

“No. I, uh-”

“What do you need?”

He breathed those words against your lips as his eyes burned into yours.

You could barely hear your desperate whisper as you answered him.

“I need you to hurt me, Zoro. Use me, please.”

He forced his tongue into your mouth. His kiss felt like he was taking from you, and you moaned into him.

You fell back into the chair as he released you. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he pulled himself out of his pants, dragging a condom over his long, twitching cock.

“Wrists or throat?”

You looked back at his eyes, his growled words not registering.

“Pick one.”

“Uh, wri-wrists,” you whispered, almost panicked.

“Get on your knees.”

You joined him on the ground, heart pounding.

Zoro tore at your pants, dragging them down just above your knees before grabbing you by the hair again.

“Beg me.”

You almost went limp, his grip in your hair keeping you upright.

“P-Please fuck me, Zoro. Please let me feel your cock-”

Zoro shoved your head down to the side, and you caught yourself on your hands and knees. He moved behind you, and you whined. Needing him, dripping for him.

Feeling his length dragging along your skin, you begged even more. He leaned over you, grabbing and pulling you by the arms until you were upright, flush against the front of his body. He nipped along your neck while you shook.

“I’m gonna give you what you need. And I'm gonna take what I want. And you’re gonna keep your fucking mouth shut while I do it. Does that work for you, Needy?”

“Y-Yes, please, Zoro. I need you.”

He growled, and you gasped as he forced your arms behind your back. He pushed you forward, but held your wrists in one of his strong hands while he circled your entrance.

You chewed your tongue, panting with pain and pleasure as he slammed into you, so fucking deep. He used your arms like handles, pulling you while you whimpered, trying so hard not to scream.

Tears were streaming down your face, and you were overwhelmed, overpowered. Your pants still trapped at your thighs created so much pressure as he fucked you from this angle.

“That’s right, Needy. You want me to fucking use you. That’s why you’re being so good and quiet for me, huh?”

You nodded for him, whimpering as he shoved into you even harder.

“I can be that for you, Needy. I can be the one that makes you feel this way. Fuuck… Your pussy loves being used, doesn't it, baby?”

Tiny sobs left your lips as your body proved him right.

The angle he was holding you at was wearing you down, but he held your arms where he wanted you, forcing himself into your body as it tried to go limp.

You came on his cock, tears and drool leaving your face instead of screams. And he didn’t stop.

Zoro pushed you forward, using an arm to catch you before you hit the floor.

Then he shoved you face to the floor while he kept ramming into you.

“Finger yourself, Needy. I’m gonna take what I need now.”

Moaning, you tried to move your arms, but they were still almost numb from his grip. You didn’t need to though. The new angle, and Zoro’s groans above you brought you close again.

“Fuck, I know what this needy pussy wants, huh, Y/N?”

He fisted your hair as his thrusts became erratic. You moaned your ‘yes’ for him, writhing under his control.

“What do you need?”

Panting, you begged while he brought you again, your pussy milking him.

“I need your cock, Zo-Zor-”

You had to stop talking or you would have screamed. You shook under him, body bucking while you came so fucking hard. Even with your own body convulsing, you felt Zoro pulsing inside you, loving the moans he let out as he released.

You lay together, gasping and twitching, until the sensations were too intense and he pulled away, cleaning himself off while you tried to relearn how to breathe.

Zoro came back to you with a towel, cleaning you off before rolling you onto your back, and helping you slide your pants back on.

His face was unreadable, and you stopped yourself from asking if he was okay. He promised he’d use his words. I can’t let myself worry about his every expression, it’ll go too far.

You swallowed as you tried to listen to your own advice.

Then he sat against the wall again, dragging you to lay across his chest. Your breath froze as he gently stroked your arm while he rested his head against the wall to look at the ceiling.

You didn’t know what to say. This was the most awkward moment you’d felt with him so far, and you were trying so fucking hard to not take responsibility for this grown mans feelings.

“Thank you.”

You gingerly pushed yourself up, sitting against the wall beside him so you wouldn’t have to look up at him.

“For what?”

He met your eyes, his lips twitching into a small smile.

“For giving me another chance. I won’t waste it.”

Your lips parted as you stared into his deep, dark eyes. His words sounded so soft, so genuine. Your breath seemed caught in a strange moment, like you were somehow separate from the room you were in. Zoro didn’t look away.

“You’re welcome.”

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plussizefantasia · 6 months

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Little Stinker

Flufftober Day 30: Pumpkin Carving

Steve Rogers x f!mom!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

AN: This is a continuation of Day 21's Story: Good Punkins. Steve and Little Dude have my whole heart I stg. I can't believe that we only have one more day! This was such a fun experience and I think I'm a much better writer than I was when I started. Reblogs and Feedback are always appreciated. I'll see y'all tomorrow for the last day of Flufftober!

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Your little family had gone to the pumpkin patch on Saturday, little dude had been so tired that he passed out in his car seat on the way home and didn’t even stir when you lifted him out of his car seat and into the house.

However, in all of his five and half years on this planet, Caleb James has never slept past 7:00 am. That is why you were not at all surprised when the door to yours and Steve’s shared bedroom creaked open at about 7:05.

“Momma.” Caleb had whispered. Trying to climb up onto the very tall bed that you and your husband shared. “Momma gotta get up. Gotta put faces on our punkins.”

“CJ, it’s too early to carve our pumpkins. We can do that in the afternoon, okay baby?” You pulled him up from his armpits and swung him over your body. Landing him in the space between you and Steve. “Plus, Mommy needs her cuddles. Can I have some cuddles, baby boy?”

“Course Momma, I loves your cuddles.”

“And I love yours, baby.”

“Do I get some cuddles too?” Steve’s sleep-coated voice rasped from beside you. His large arm curled around your waist and pulled both you and Caleb into his chest. His other arm came around from his side and trapped you and the little man in a bear hug.

“Daddy!” Caleb giggled. “You’re squeezing me!”

“Am I?” Steve asked. Squeezing the two of us a little tighter.

“Yeah, Daddy you’re squeezing too tight!” Caleb fought to say in between his giggles. Steve loosened his arms just a little bit, still holding firmly but allowing some space.

“Cuddles for a little bit then I’ll make breakfast and we can talk about what to do with the pumpkins okay?” You asked your boys.

“Otay Momma,” Caleb said as he snuggled deeper into your chest. Slow mornings like this were your favorite. Just being able to exist with the people you love most in the world made everything worth it.

Your family sat in bed for another hour or two, Caleb drifted in and out of sleep and you and Steve just watched each other and your baby in content silence.

Eventually, your husband's super metabolism caught up to him, and his stomach started to growl. He looked sheepish and a little bit upset that he had ruined the moment. You just laughed and kissed his forehead and your son’s before slipping out of bed and making your way downstairs to start breakfast.

If there was one thing Caleb had inherited from his father it was his appetite. Your boys would go through mountains of food if they could. For this breakfast, you made pancakes, some with chocolate chips for Caleb and some with banana slices for Steve. You cooked some scrambled eggs and fried up some sausage and bacon. You cut and peeled fruit to make a fruit salad, juiced oranges, and set the table. By the time you were done, your kitchen looked like a photoshoot for a cookbook.

All that food only lasted your boys about thirty minutes though, before the table was cleared and Steve was up and cleaning the dishes and countertops.

“Can we put faces on our punkins now Momma?” Caleb had asked.

“Sure baby, why don’t you go upstairs and get dressed while Daddy and I bring in the pumpkins from the car?” You had barely finished your question before your little man was racing up the stairs toward his room to get himself ready for the day.

You laughed and finished the last bit of the coffee left in your mug before you slipped on some shoes and made your way out to your car. You grabbed a pumpkin under each arm and started heading back inside. Before you made it more than three steps your show-off husband had taken them out of your arms and back inside.

It seemed like Steve wouldn’t let you lift any pumpkins this year, even if it was just from your car to your house.

You had begun to get the kitchen table all set up for carving pumpkins. You covered the table in newspaper and grabbed three mixing bowls from your cabinets. You grabbed Sharpies and tape, some paper to draw on, and all the different kinds of knives that you’d need.

By the time everything was set up, Caleb was making his way downstairs, fully dressed and practically bouncing with excitement.

“It’s punkin time Momma!” He yelled.

“Yeah baby, time to carve our pumpkins.” Three pumpkins were sitting on the kitchen table. Two of them were pretty large, with one flater side perfect for carving. Those were the ones Caleb had picked for you and Steve. His own was slightly smaller but taller rather than wider.

“What do you want to carve on your pumpkin little man?” You asked Caleb after helping him up onto the chair, making sure that he was okay to stand and wouldn’t fall.

“Uncle Tony!”

“You want to carve Uncle Tony’s face on your pumpkin?”

“No Momma, not his face. His mask, the one on the suit.”

“You want to carve the Iron Man face baby?”

“Yeah Momma, and you can carve Auntie Nat’s widow and Daddy can carve his shield!’

“You want us to have Avenger pumpkins buddy?” Steve asked. “I thought you wanted faces?”

“Mine will have a face. Uncle Tony’s mask has a face.”

He had a point. “Okay little man, let's look at how to draw Uncle Tony’s mask.”

Twenty minutes later, Steve had finished sketching each design on your pumpkin, you had forgone doing Nat’s symbol for doing an actual spider. You’d made sure to include the signature hourglass shape on the back of the sider though, just to keep on theme.

Steve had grumbled the whole time he was drawing Tony’s mask. “He’s my kid?” “Why does he want Tony’s mask?” “My shield is so cool.” All muttered under his breath.

“Steve honey, to Caleb you’re just dad. You’re not Captain America, the first super soldier. You're the man who makes dinner and takes him to the park. He thinks Tony’s mask is cool, sure. But he loves you.”

“How do you always have the right words?” Steve asked you, sharpie still gripped in his hands.

“You have your powers I have mine.” You teased, kissing him chastely.

“Momma help.” Caleb had called out from the kitchen table.

“What do you need help with baby,?” You moved across the room towards him.

“Can you cut the top open so I can get the guts out?’ he asked.

“Absolutely buddy, I’ll cut off the top and then you can use your spoon to get in here okay?” You grabbed the serrated knife from the table. You began to see at the top of the pumpkin, making sure to keep it as neat as you could. So that the lid could be put back on when you brought them back outside.

Steve stood back and watched you help Caleb with his pumpkin. Overwhelmed with love, he took out his phone and sent a picture to the group chat.

Avengers-themed pumpkins, courtesy of little dude. The text message read.

He snapped a few more photos of you with your tongue sticking out of the side of your mouth like it usually did when you were focused. You finished cutting the top off of Caleb’s pumpkin and started on yours. Eventually moving on to Steve’s as well.

Steve and Caleb were on scooping duty, given that you absolutely couldn’t stand pumpkin insides. They smelled and looked horrible and you just couldn’t deal with them. While the boys were scooping, you were warming up some apple cider that you had bought at the farm yesterday along with the pumpkins. You weren’t expecting to be ambushed by your husband when you returned to the table though.

Steve held in his hands a spoon piled high with pumpkin insides. He and Caleb were both giggling like children and Steve counted down from three before chasing you with the spoon.

You shrieked and ran away, hearing the cackling of your little boy from somewhere behind you. “Steve!” You ducked and dodged. “Steven Grant! I swear to all that is holy.” He continued to chase him, laughing along with Caleb who was still perched on his chair at the dining table. You managed to circle Steve and dashed towards your son.

You grabbed onto Caleb and held him in front of you like a human shield. “What’s your move, Rogers.” You raised your eyebrow at your husband. “Drop the spoon and nobody gets hurt.” You pulled Caleb closer to you.

"You wouldn’t dare.” Was Steve’s response, matching your raised eyebrow.

“Watch me.” In one fell swoop, you dropped your hands to Caleb’s sides and started tickling the little boy. His laugh increased in pitch and he started trying to wriggle out of your hold.

"It’s up to you Honey, I don’t know how much longer he can last.” You laughed and continued to tickle your little boy, making sure that he was still having fun at the same time.

“You’re an evil woman you know that?” Steve asked you before theatrically placing the spoon down on the table. You stopped ticking Caleb as soon as the spoon was down and both you and Steve chuckled to yourself as his giggles died down and he tried to catch his breath.

“That was funny Momma.” He told you.

“What was funny, Daddy chasing me with yucky pumpkin guts or all the tickles?"

“Both.”

“Oh yeah?” You blew a raspberry on the side of his cheek. “You’re a little stinker.”

“The stinkiest” Steve agreed.

Caleb began to laugh once again and you and Steve followed suit.

Moments like this made all of it worth it. Steve's mind echoed your thoughts from that morning. Having both you and Caleb was like a dream come true. He would do it all over again if it meant that he would have you. That much he was sure of. Even if his son wanted a Tony Stark pumpkin for Halloween.

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jjhallisey · 6 months

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Daddy's Home

Pairings: John Price x afab nb!Reader [Reader has had top surgery in this drabble]

CW: Daddy Kink, Breeding, Spanking, Cunnilingus

Word Count: 1,989

A/N: This chapter was SUPPOSED to be out ages ago. Then my partner called me and got me completely side tracked for 2 hours, whoops. This was a super self-indulgent one for me so I really enjoyed writing it :)) I hope y'all enjoy it too. Also I don't think I mention Price's beard at ALL in this and that's a travesty in and of itself, I'm sorry.

You had spent a few hours waiting on the couch, your eyes locked on the TV. Though, you weren't really playing attention. You were waiting for the front door to open, and for your partner, John, to walk through the door.

He had been on deployment for a few months now, though you were never allowed to know the details of each deployment. Only when he was leaving, and when he would be back. Despite knowing the approximate time of when he would be returning home, you always spent the days of his return in a frozen state. Not really able to make yourself do anything until he finally walked through the door.

This time though, you forced yourself to start working on dinner. You pushed yourself off of the couch with a slight hum before making your way over to the kitchen. The first thing you did was put on your music, hoping that it would distract your brain enough to not be staring at the door letting the food burn.

Soon, you had successfully busied yourself, bopping around the kitchen to your music as you waited for the noodles to cook. You figured you couldn't go wrong with a simple spaghetti. Not too hard to burn if you got distracted, and easy enough to eat quickly if John had other plans for you once he got home.

You didn't hear the front door open and close over your music, so when you stopped to stir the noodles in the pot of boiling water and felt John's strong arms wrap around you, you jumped. The reaction earned a low, rumbling chuckle from his chest as he peppered kisses along your neck and jawline. "Hello sweetheart," his voice was low and rough. You could tell he was tired, but you also knew from the hardness pressing against your ass that neither of you were sleeping anytime soon.

"Hi daddy," you respond, your voice barely above a whisper, but holding the seductive edge that drew him crazy.

"Hurry up and finish cooking dinner so we can have some fun, yeah?" He hums as he continues to assault your neck and jawbone with kisses and gentle nips.

You nod in response and thankfully, the noodles are done. You drain the water into the sink and then dump the sauce into the pot, making quick work to plate you both the meal and taking it to the dinner table.

- - -

After cleaning up dinner, John had immediately picked you up. Your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and your arms around his neck. His hands fall to rest on each of your ass cheeks, gripping at the supple flesh to earn a quiet moan from your lips. He didn't bother to take you to the bedroom, instead he sat you down on the dining room table. His eyes wander across your body, taking in everything about you, everything he loves.

You were wearing one of his old t-shirts and your favorite pair of underwear. It was something you wore around the house often when you didn't have much to do for the day, but it always drove him insane. His hands moved your hips as he sat you on the table, making their way under the band of your underwear to grip and knead your soft skin. Once his hands were on you, he couldn't get enough. The way your soft skin felt against his calloused hands. You couldn't get enough either, the way his rough fingers trailing against your skin sent shivers through your body.

With a simple movement, he pulled you to the edge of the table. Your dripping core now pressed against the hardness restrained by his pants. You never needed much work when he first came home, your desire for him arousing you enough itself, but he never went without getting you properly worked up. His hands moved from your hips, slowly up to your chest. His fingers gently traced along your top surgery scars, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The thought of how happy you were once you had gotten the surgery done, running around the house with nothing but underwear on like he often did, made him beyond happy. After a moment, he pulls off your shirt, placing a gentle kiss on your lips as it gets dragged up over your head.

"I love you, darlin'," he says huskily as he pulls away, moving to place kisses on your neck. As he works his way down your neck and to your collar bone, he begins to leave hickeys where only you two could see them. 'Our little secret, pet.' he would say after your first few times together.

Your hands began to trail up his arms, feeling his hair and muscle definition underneath the pads of your fingers. It was always like this when he first came home - as if you two were relearning each other's bodies, feeling each other like it was your first time together again. Your hands made their way up to his shoulders before you began to drag them down the front of his chest. When you reached the hem of his shirt, you tugged it off of him, throwing it to the floor with your own for the two of you to pick up in the morning.

His hands began to make their way back down to your hips, where he tugs your underwear off, tossing them haphazardly to the side with everything else. He kneeled down, throwing your legs over his shoulders. One hand moved to rest on on your hip, the other circled around your thigh to allow his hand easy access to your throbbing core. His thumb dipped down to spread your folds, your wetness already visibly leaking onto your thighs. "Hmm, look how ready my pet already is for me," he hums, dragging his thumb back up to circle around your clit.

"Always for you, daddy," you huff, your breath getting caught in your throat as pleasure began to course through your body.

A small chuckle escaped his lips before he moved to lick your entrance, letting his tongue flick over your sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a quiet moan, your hands moving to intertwine with his hair. "Fuck," you breathe out as he continues his assault, throwing your head back.

"Watch your words, pet," he murmurs before slipping his tongue into your opening. Despite his warning, you weren't going to listen, knowing it would earn you a firm slap to the ass while he buried his cock in you later.

He continues to work his tongue inside you, his finger circling your bud. As your moans grew louder, he kept his pace, knowing that your impending orgasm was building in your core.

"Ah fuck daddy," you moan out, letting your head fall forward to look at him, "I'm close."

When his eyes meet yours, he pulls his tongue out of your entrance, flicking it across your clit. That was all he needed to do to send you past the point of no return, waves of pleasure coursing through you as your legs instinctively tried to close on either side of his head. He attached his lips to your clit, sucking lightly to help you ride out your orgasm. When you were trembling at the action, he finally pulled away, licking his lips.

"Hm, what did I say about watching your words, pet?" he coos as he stands up.

"Sorry daddy, it just felt so good," you say sheepishly in return, but he knew all too well that you weren't. A chuckle rumbles through his chest as he picks you up again, carrying you to the bedroom.

"On all fours," he states as he sets you down on the bed, and you do as your told. You get comfortable on the bed so your face is against the cool pillow, ass in the air to present yourself to him. "Look at daddy's obedient slut," he hums happily as you hear the buckle of his pants, soon followed by the fabric hitting the floor. You try and push your ass higher in the air in response, earning a chuckle from your other half. "Such an eager pet, and look at that pretty little cunt."

You felt the weight on the bed shift as he climbed on, coming up behind you. You jolt slightly as you feel his hand connect firmly with your ass, but the pain soon turns into a pleasurable sting.

The feeling of the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds causes you to push back onto him, but his hand is quickly pressed against your rear to stop you. A soft series of tuts can be heard from him before he says, "Be patient pet, you'll get what you want." Which only causes a whine to escape your lips as the need for him to be inside you grows. He had always been a little bit of a tease, but he easily made up for that.

As he lines his tip up with your entrance, he snaps his hips forward, sinking his full length into you in one stroke. You felt your mind go hazy as you let out a loud moan.

He started slow, thrusting into you patiently and deliberately, quiet groans and huffs of air escaping his lips as he watched you take all of him. "Such a good pet, you look so good taking all of daddy's cock."

As his pace picked up, you felt the haze in your mind go stronger. It dwindled your brain down to be a good submissive slut for daddy, no other thoughts daring to enter your head. Another firm slap on your ass has you babbling mindless nothings, pushing yourself back to meet John's strong thrusts.

"Hm, look at how needy my darlin' is, are you gonna take daddy's cum like a good slut?" he growls as he leans down against you, his chest blanketing your back with warmth. You nod eagerly in return. "Your words, pet," he coos.

Somehow, you manage to get out a mumbled "yes daddy," earning a smile from him. He straightens back out, his thrusts now becoming as strong and as fast as he could make them. Now hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, both of your orgasms growing in unison.

"Gonna let daddy come inside you and breed you like the good pet you are?" he groans, his hips beginning to stutter.

"I-I'm close," you pant out, burying your head fully into the pillow.

"Come with me pet, come with daddy," he encourages. The way his voice is so breathless and needy for you sends you over the edge for the second time tonight, your walls squeezing his cock as you tremble. Waves of pleasure crashing over your body.

John continues to thrust into you, chasing his own release, and soon he joins you. He buries his cock deep inside of you as his seed flows into you, quiet groans and gasps escaping him as he milks out every last drop.

Even once you both were coming down from your high, he stayed in you, leaning over you again and nuzzling his head into your neck. "Gotta make sure it takes, yeah?" he murmurs, peppering small kisses along the crook of your neck.

You guys had talked about kids together, but you had yet to get your implant taken out. So it was all fantasy at this point.

Once he grew soft, he pulled out and you both collapsed on the bed. He laid next to you on his side, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you so your back was against his chest. "I love you," he mutters as he buries his head in your neck again.

"I love you too," you whisper back, your voice hoarse from the encounter. It's not long before you're both drifting off to sleep.

AO3

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wolfblabbersaboutfujoandshipshit · 1 year

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Incorrect Josuhan Quotes Cause Why Not

Rohan: Could you be anymore annoying? Josuke: Yes.

Josuke: There. How do I look? Rohan: Like a cheap French harlot. Josuke: French?!

Josuke: Happy October 32nd! Second Halloween! Rohan: That doesn't exist. Josuke: Not with that attitude.

Josuke: Is this mistletoe? Rohan: Uh, no, no, that is basil. Josuke: Too bad cause if it was mistletoe I was gonna kiss you. Rohan: Yeah, no, it’s still basil.

Rohan: I’ve been sleeping so little the past few nights that when I go to the alarm app, I click on the “power nap” button. I don’t set up alarms, I set up timers, Josuke.

Josuke: I've met a lot of pricks in my time, but you, Rohan, are a fucking cactus.

Rohan: There's nothing worse than people using big words they don't understand. Josuke: I photosynthesize with this.

Rohan: Josuke, we tried things your way. Josuke: No, we didn't. Rohan: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

Rohan: I hate you sometimes. Josuke: Well according to this picture Koichi drew of us holding hands that's not true. Rohan: Josuke, you drew that. Josuke: It doesn't matter.

Josuke: *out cold on the ground* Koichi: Oh my god, do you think they’re okay?! Rohan, holding a bucket of ice water: Who cares?! *dumps all of the water on Josuke’s face*

Koichi: It’s funny how well you and Rohan get along. Didn’t they hate you at first? Josuke: Rohan hates everybody at first. It’s their way of reaching out to people.

Rohan: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me. Josuke: But they said not to touch the masterpieces. Rohan: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall. Okuyasu, on a walkie talkie: This is Okuyasu, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

Rohan: Josuke annoyed me today so I told them that I can’t wait to see what they have planned for our special day tomorrow. Koichi: There is nothing special about tomorrow. Rohan: But there is something special about watching the color leave their face as panic takes over.

Rohan: This food is too hot... I cant eat it. Josuke: You’re very hot, and I still eat you. Everyone at the table: *silence* Okuyasu: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING! Koichi: One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!

Josuke: I love you. Rohan: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that. *Josuke and Rohan kiss passionately* Koichi, to Okuyasu: You owe me 20 dollars.

Okuyasu: I sleep with a gun under my pillow. Koichi: I sleep with a knife. Rohan: Both of you are pathetic. Okuyasu: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with? Rohan: Josuke.

Okuyasu: What’s the announcement, Koichi? Koichi: It’s a lecture. Josuke’s gonna tell us everything they know about sex. Rohan: It should be an enjoyable 60 seconds.

Rohan: Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Josuke and I are dating. Josuke, Okuyasu, Koichi, and Yukako: *gasp* Rohan: Josuke, why are you surprised?!

Okuyasu: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple... Yukako: I really care about your feelings! Koichi: I really care about YOUR feelings! Okuyasu, turning their head: ...and then there's the disaster couple... Rohan: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL! Josuke: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

Koichi: So anyways have y'all seen Rohan? Okuyasu: I think they went in Josuke's room 'studying'. Yukako: Doubt that. I heard groans there. *Meanwhile in Josuke's room* Rohan & Josuke, fighting:

Josuke: As top in this relationship, I think we should- Rohan: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

Josuke: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning. Rohan: This is a lie. Rohan: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie. Rohan: THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

Josuke: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreashing. Rohan: Are you a software update? because not right now.

Josuke: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me? Rohan: Depends. Is your bed comfortable? Josuke: Yes. Rohan: I'd sleep.

Rohan, to Josuke: We had a date! Rohan: *aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book*

Rohan: I want to kiss you.

Josuke, not paying attention: What?

Rohan: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

i may do some giomis ones later desu

#josuhan #josuke/rohan #rosuke #josuke x rohan #rohan x josuke #nonreblog

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if one of the members hit u up on social media somehow n y’all get serious, would u drop everything and move to korea to be with them?

without a moment of hesitation as soon as they say "do u want -" i'm already 6 hours into the plane ride like for any member the answer is yes i'm madly in love wit da whole crew but now i wanna play this scenario out

also i'm doing this under the assumption that this is post enlistment like i'm not moving to korea just for my man to be gone for 2 years 😭 like i'd wait for them no DOUBT but i'll wait in america with my family in the comfort of my own home 😌

okay so for jk i'd move but we could NOT live together like we got to learn to love each other in person bc lemme tell u he'd piss me off and i'd annoy him so bad if we lived together off the jump like i have a morning job so being up at 1-5 in the morning singing and cooking and is not the move and then look i'm a fan of ambience i am but a bad bith got depression i got to have the lights on or else i'd never do anything skskksdk so since i'd be living alone i'd def need to have a job so idk what energy i'd have left for him LOL like it'd require a lot of adjustments on both our parts bc we is both weird and oddly particular all in all either he'd have to love me a whole lot to make us work or i think the sex would keep us together for a good 3-4 months before he realizes it's not worth it but i would stay in korea for at least a year like i could nOt show my face back in america any sooner than that. (side note: i think if i let him provide for me we'd be super compatible tbh but then we'd be more like besties instead of bf gf) approximate success rate: 46%

oh lawd wit tae i'd have to battle with the dog like i think we could live together but me and tannie would be mortal enemies he’d be my sworn nemesis like straight up dr doofenshmirtz and perry the platypus the way we’d be at each other’s throats bc all he gotta do is turn his neck backwards and hit me wit dat judgmental glare one time and i’m ready to square up but tae seems like the type fall in love very hard so if he’s asking me to move to korea for him he’s willing to make it work and frfr all i gotta do is take yeontan out on a walk one good time he gon get tired bout halfway through and then look for me to hold him and that'll settle most of our differences we may not be best friends but we'll have come to an understanding then all that's left to do is work on tae like get him to get the dog off his mouth off the table and out the kitchen and it's smooth sailing fr i feel like he'd alternate between being super clingy and kinda distant which would be a little frustrating a little irritating but we could cope like if we could just get through that adjustment period it'd be fine. approximate success rate: 72%

if i was with joonie i think the most source of contention would be over decoration like y'all know me and u know them ugly little couch pillows would have to be the first thing to go LOL but after that like okay i wouldn't try to take over but i would just need a space for me that feels like my own that i belong there not just be amongst one of his hyperfixations y'know? like he just has so much art in his place we would need to edit it down so i wouldn't feel like i'm constantly living in an exhibition paint the walls get some more plants bring some life into the place but other than that i think me and joonie would get along really well like we would probably nag at each other about little habits that irritate us but i can't foresee anything being too serious approximate success rate: 84%

hobi's another one i feel like i couldn't live with immediately LOL like i would 100% irk his nerves jfslsls he'd be nagging me to put my clothes in the hamper, put them away, stop leaving stuff around, etc. bc like i'm soooo good at keeping common areas clean not a problem but my room? i'm just always in such a mad dash to get to the bed that i just be leaving stuff anywhere be rushing like my bed gon get up and run away if i'm not in it within 30 seconds of entering the room so it do be junky and also i'm a go with the flow person and imma be ready to take a nap and hobi gonna pop up with some furniture polish and a swiffer talking about it's dusting day and imma lose it like we just need some time before we take that step sklfksd but other than that our relationship would be perfect?? like he's end game for sure we would eventually move in together and live happily after approximate success rate: 87%

my precious baby seokjin lawd i love and miss him so much need him expeditiously oh god missing seokjin hours just hit bc i'm thinking about how perfect he would be for me 😭 like moving in general is a lot but moving to a whole nother country is something else entirely and i think he'd just be so kind and thoughtful about the whole thing like i feel like he'd already have me a room in his place cleared out??? and would just give me a whole lot of space to just exist like helping me unpack and decorate however i like however long it takes not crowding around me when i'm overwhelmed letting me invade his space when i'm feeling clingy cooking me meals like he just seems like he'd try his very very best to make sure i'm comfortable and having fun the entire time like i'm sorry this is just my man and we're meant to be <333 approximate success rate: 95%

jimin is so caring and so sweet and i love that about him but that might be the thing that drive me up the wall like his care might just be a little overbearing for me and like i’d be his girl he tryna make sure i’m straight but if i say i’m good i’m good even if i’m not like imma need a minute and he not gonna wanna give it to me gonna wanna talk about everything all the time but imma need time to process everything before talking about anything and he might not get that at first so there would be some tension but after we’re able to align my introversion with his extroversion everything would be great and i think he’d accept my mess and i’d accept his and then we would get tired of being messy and push each other to be better i also can see a lot of cuddling and watching youtube on tv approximate success rate: 78%

finally there’s yoongi my twin flame <333 with him we'd probably already have a discussion about living together simply bc it's more convenient and economical to do so but the relationship...... it's like we might as well have not met online LOL like it'll be soooo awkward at first like it's gon take 3-4 weeks to really warm up to each other in person like he'll cook me breakfast and then when i sit down to eat with him he just not gonna look me in the eyes and i'll just be trying my best to be quiet and out of the way trying not to be seen or heard so he won't throw me away and then literally just one day it'll click we'll be like what are we doing and why and then all of a sudden we kissing cuddling he's taking me to his studio arm wrapped around my waist like we gonna go from being acquaintances to having old married couple vibes overnight and honestly i'm here for that comfort and familiarity the only thing i can see being a problem is that ion like to initiate conflict like if u start it imma finish but i ain't throwing the first punch but he seems to be more mature than me in that aspect so as long as he helps me to keep a line of communication open i can't see a reason why we would ever break up approximate success rate: 93%

sorry for using ur question as a catalyst for my delusion

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The Angels Laugh

Shanks x GN Reader

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Synopsis: A simple Bar worker gets focused on sound it seems so small to her including her life till she hears the sound of pure freedom.

Y'all this so cute. Not proof read by yeah. It has let names like doll and princess but i will say most likely gn. I AM SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY PUT SMUT IN A TAG, IT WAS NEVER SMUT. I'M SO SO SORRY!

~ Day 1639

The sound of a tune playing could be heard from the moment you step foot into the bar. Sounds, that was all you could hear, the sound of people talking calmly between each other, the sound of the chefs cooking in the back preparing food, and the sound of pure laughter. Life was nothing but sounds to help navigate the world.

"Ah! The bartender they are finally here!" One of the patrons commented his hands went straight to his glass filled of fresh orange juice. In a messy gulp he simply finished the drink in under 15 seconds. All eyes turned to you once he placed his glass harshly on the table.

"Jack I recommend not drinking like the doctor told you." Your voice was nothing but smooth and calming.

"The doctor knows nothin'." He harshly let a out and all you could do was shrug. You took the steps to reach the bar counter and hopped over it. Your bag shook with the motion some things rattling in the flimsy old bag.

"I don't know Jack? Maybe they do they did study quite a bit to be able to practice medicine." Your hands going your bag over your shoulders and placed it on the coat rack. It was nothing but not on this island so the coat rack was never used for a coat. Once your body was free from restrictions you rapidly head over to the bar counter, men gathering for a morning drink. "You know my rules one drink in the morning nothing else!" The sound of men yelling out their orders one by one they got their one morning drink. That was how you spent your morning coming into work a bit late then severing alcohol like always. The bed and dinner was all you knew and you continued to work day and night. Sounds changing with every tick of the clock.

~ Day 1640

You opened the door the same people once again eating food chattering between one another and laughter. That was all you heard. Jack's voice being the loudest.

"Ah! The bartender finally here. Be a doll and serve me a pint of beer." Jack called out slamming his orange juice glass down onto the table. You nodded and headed off taking the steps needed to reach the bar and hopping over like every morning. All the laughter and the voices of everyone you could tell who is who by their laugh even tourist rare but you could remember how they sound.

You picked the glass for the pint and placed it under the jug gently, the people continued with their daily activities at the bed and dinner. Talking to each other about topics of the city.

"I think there needs to be a bar just to serve alcohol!" Chris mumbles, his finger hooks to the handle picking his coffee up taking a sip from the steaming drink.

"NOT AT ALL!" Michael yelled across the dining area. His voice was smooth naturally but when raising his voice cracked. Everyone in this dinner typically were regulars so remember their names and typical orders were easy. They used sound to communicate and that meant you would remember.

"Michael is right. Sean Bed and dinner is all we need. We have the best bartender at night and day. I wouldn't change this for the world or for the money." Jack responded, you simply placed the drink right in front of him. You placed a hand on his head and messed up his hair.

"Boys, would you all get pancakes or breakfast at a bar? The answer is no. But anyway tonight is poker night so get ready to all be defeated by me." Everyone burst out laughing and all you did was let a simple smile. The sound of cheering for poker night the favorite of night activities. Some come home with money others don't simplicity to it's finest.

~ Day 1641

Something was strange, you stood in front of the dinner doors trying to recognize the difference there wasn't something obvious that many would catch within seconds you knew what was off. Including yourself or took the wall there to realize what was so different. The sound.

Everyone was much louder you could hear it farther away than usual which made the approach to the building slower. You push the doors open to hear it. The Laugh you couldn't recognize. Laughter that felt like music to your ears. Unlike Chris, Jack's, Michael's, and the others this one was different it wasn't the by product of the environment but it was the sound of pure happiness from life. Your head flung to the one who let out the enticing laugh a red haired man. Three scars on his face and smile sculpted by the Gods.

"There they are again. Our bartender." Jack once again welcomes your arrival and the man turns to stare at you causing your face to get hot. You couldn't help but look away. A chuckle leaving your mouth not normal of your actions.

"In honor of our new guest may we have more than one drink for today." You walked over to the counter and hopped over. A motion you mastered from years of working here at the Bed and dinner.

"I perhaps will give you um… Three drinks for the morning that is all. Remember you all have work and I can not be in charge of any problems." You sheepishly responded looking away from the crowd of people. The sound of cheers could be heard but all that you focused on was the man's laughter.

~ Day 1642

Your legs ran as fast as you could to the very dinner. You were breathing harshly and the gravel on your feet made the sound muffled. You came in late every day of the year yet today you ran to get there. Late but not like yesterday. 15 minutes late. Your body pushed the door open and once again his laughter was all you heard. It wasn't the loudest but it was the only one you truly cared for.

"The bartender ready to serve our drinks for the morning ?" You nod and did your routine of the day. Serving the drinks whilst you listened to the man tell jokes and story his voice being the only thing you focused on. You struggled with orders not remembering exactly what they said, the years of remember everyone's voice disappeared all you wanted was one man's voice to be remembered his laughter called for you and his stories entertained you.

~ Day 1643 and 1644

You caught yourself coming to work earlier and earlier each day almost 5 minutes removed from your lateness. You craved one thing in the world it was the man's voice and laughter. He sounded free from life's chains and it drew you to him. Day 1643 10 minutes late and day 1644 5 minutes late. Jack mentioned it and all you did was saying that the earlier you awoke the earlier drinks can be served and the one per morning can go to two per morning.

"That was when the kid…" The man spoke and you listened to all he said and we talked to you for a drink you had no ways of handling it. You stammered trying to make yourself say something normal and it always ended with you giving up and walking away.

~Day 1645

There you stood at the bar right behind the counter awaiting the first customer. Not late and ready to work. Your motivation being one man's voice.

~ Day 1646 (Night)

He sat there at the bar no one else as you finished up cleaning. Your face hot as ever trying to act as if his presence wasn't the most exciting thing. You wanted to be near him for long periods of time and it worked. The only thing is that you couldn't speak to him. His voice was nothing but mesmerizing and yours was tired of life it didn't fit with him making it seem as if useless to speak to such a person.

"Princess, do me a favor and drink with me." He chuckled right after he finished. You couldn't say no you couldn't say anything. You place a wine bottle down that being the only drink you can tolerate. You hopped over and sat two stools away from him. "Wine? Something so weak won't do anything. That being said I do prefer the strong stuff." You sat there silently unable to muster up the courage to say something. The man got up and sat right beside you. He leaned in towards you pushing some hair out of his way.

"Princess, if you like me so much just tell me." Your body tensed up and he moved back chuckling. He laughed quite a bit and took a sip from his booze. He leaned into your ear once more closer than ever his breath warm and smelled like alcohol whispered into your ear having you shiver. "I like you, join my crew. It seems you need a bit of freedom and I need a bartender like yourself." He noticed how you haven't loosened up and with his hand he gently laid it on you and brought you into a soft kiss.

~ Day 1647

The sound of the ocean could be heard as you stared out to the docks to see all the men and women you served in the years of working at the Bed and Dinner. Here you were leaving your life behind because of an Angel like laugh that grabbed your attention. You could hear his laughter once more a sound you could never grow to be tired of. He stood there right behind you his one hand snakes around your body.

"I like this island quite a bit I was able to get a bartender and some eye candy." He chuckled and for once you laughed right beside him.

"We should go back when we are around then."

"Princess, you are a hundred percent correct we should." You raised your hand and waved to the life you lived you lived the life but you love his voice more. No matter what Shanks will always have that.

#shanks x reader #fanfic #x reader #anime scenarios #anime #anime imagines #oneshot #red hair shanks #shanks #red haired shanks #red haired pirates #one piece x reader #one piece #Shanks fluff #one piece fluff

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madaboutmunson · 2 years

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The Eddie Munson Tape Dates - Black Sabbath - Heaven and Hell

Warnings : Fluff, swearing, mythology, kisses, breakfast

You carefully open one eye a minuscule amount through fear of the light streaming in through the trailer window.

What time was it? You look over at Eddie's bedside alarm. It blinks back at you 09:30. You were so late. Fuck!

A ringed hand creeps around your torso, and a line of kisses are set from one shoulder blade to the other, "It's Saturday, babe. Y'all good," Eddie says in groggy morning gruffness, snuggling up against you.

You attempt to go back to sleep but are wide awake now. It was impossible. You try to keep as still as you can, but he knows. Finally, there is a long, drawn-out sigh, "You aren't gonna go back to sleep, are you, terror?"

"I was trying, " you complain as you turn onto your back to see Eddie in all his cute puffy face morning splendour. It was one of your favourite things. You hated the mornings he got up and showered before you woke up like your tiredness had stolen a gift from you.

"Alright." He says with false annoyance, "I suppose I'll get up then."

He pushes himself up off the bed and immediately flops back down onto you with his full weight, not that there is a great deal of it, "Just so I'm clear." He says softly, walking his fingers up your arm, "Are we just waking up or are we getting up?" He looks at you from under his curls with those big brown eyes, and you pull him in close to you and giggle as his hair falls around your face, the ends of which tickle your neck.

"You kids want some breakfast", Wayne calls from the kitchen. Eddie clenches his fist, shuts his eyes tight with frustration and falls back onto you in defeat.

This was Wayne and Eddie's unspoken trailer code of, 'I'm home, and I hear you, so stop it right now'. It was similar to your Dad's 'I'll make a loud noise so they know I'm home'. Which you thought was an excellent code, as opposed to your Mom not telling you she's home but putting her Walkman on and bringing you up food after the fact. Mortifying!

"Getting up then. I'm getting up! CHRIST!" Eddie says quietly through his teeth, pushing himself back up off the mattress and walking to the door.

Eddie pokes his head out the door, "We'd love some, thank you", he says with a big smile. Eddie closes the door and rushes back over to you, kissing you audibly in defiance.

"Boy!" You hear the low timbre of Wayne's voice ring out, and Eddie looks back at the door and then heads into the bathroom.

Their whole dynamic was so sweet to you. These unspoken codes they had, or the way neither of them would ever be totally impolite to the other, but mischief reigned here, and they would often push the boundaries with one another to see what they could get away with.

You get dressed, neaten your hair, and head into the kitchen, "Not that you need it, but can I help at all?" You ask Wayne kindly.

"No, you're alright, Darlin' ", he says gently, "You wanna coffee? Fresh pot just got done." He nods over to the coffee machine.

You set up three cups and pour them out for each of you.

"Is Little Lord Fauntleroy going to grace us with his presence this morning?" Wayne chuckles.

"I imagine he will shortly" you smile back and set the cups at the newly sourced table for four.

A heavy metal scream erupts from the bathroom, "Sounds like he's finished his daily affirmations", you say, amused, looking back over at Wayne.

"Affirmations?! that boy needs daily deflators for that ego o' his." He laughs and shakes his head as he brings over a big plate of pancakes and the second plate of eggs and bacon.

"Oh wow! Thank you so much, sir," You say as you sit down and wait for Eddie.

"Nothin' to it, Hun." Wayne says, sitting opposite you, "Well, not when I got the time anyway. Here, " You passes you a pancake where the fruit in it has mapped out a smiling face, "Get the best bits 'fore his Lordship get here."

Usually, you would wait for Eddie, but Wayne starts eating, so you follow his lead and make yourself a plate. Your parents knew how to cook really well, but Wayne's breakfasts were something else. Everything just tasted fresher.

You knew these Saturday breakfasts were an indulgence and not a regular feature at the Munson's. Still, whether you were sitting around eating all this, some simple oatmeal or a delicious bowl of grits (which you'd only ever eaten here), it still maxed out your happiness levels for the day.

"Also," Wayne says, pushing his food around a little, "You don' have to keep callin' me, sir. Wayne'll do jus' fine, sugah."

"Oh yes, of course. I just read...I mean, I just thought.." you stumble over your words. On your journey to impress Wayne, you had spent some time in the library researching all things southern. At least you'd assumed that's where his accent came from.

Wayne tilts his head at you with curious amusement. You stare back smiling but also, you know you're totally busted.

"Alright, alright, everyone, calm down. The entertainment has arrived!" Eddie announces as he sits in his chair at the table. He grabs a pancake in his hand and starts eating it, then looks between the two of you.

"Oh, who slipped up?!" Eddie says with his mouth full, trying to read you both whilst taking another bite.

He points his finger at you, "It's you. You've fucked up."

"Boy! Language at the table." Wayne cautions.

"Apologies, table, I'll rephrase. Y/N, you've messed up. How?" Eddie enquires, highly entertained. He crushes a piece of crispy maple syrup-coated bacon and eats it like popcorn.

"I was just saying how I thought saying Sir was a southern respect thing." You answer. Eddie doesn't seem convinced and looks to Wayne.

"I'm pretty sure she said she read it?" Wayne looks to Eddie.

"Ohhhh, I get it." Eddie says, leaning back in his chair, "No, she did read about it. Like in loads of books about southern stuff," Eddie says matter-of-factly.

"Eddie!" You exclaim before hiding behind your hand out of embarrassment.

Wayne furrows his brow in confusion. Eddie face palms, "She was trying to impress you because she was scared of you, ok? Absolutely terrified to come here, she was. Shaking in her sneakers."

You slam your hand down, "No! That's not true, Eddie! I wasn't scared of Wayne. I just wanted him to like me, like my folks like you. So I thought if I read a bit about Southern culture, maybe I could find a way to distance myself from other kids around here, so Wayne would know I wasn't like he thought, that's all, ok? I wasn't scared of you."

"And that's how you get the truth out of this one. Just misquote her. It works every single time. She can't stand it" Eddie leans back in his chair, looking pleased as punch.

Wayne briefly smiles at Eddie's antics and then turns to you, putting his hand on yours and looking remorsefully in your eyes, "I was only lookin' out for Eddie, darlin'. It wasn't 'bout you. It was more Hawkins. He did try and tell me, but I wouldn' hear him. They hurt him too many times round here, understand?" He pats your hand gently, and you nod.

"I understand. I would be the same way," you say, squeezing Wayne's hand in your own.

Eddie's hand leans over the table, peels your fingers gently away from Wayne's hand and makes you hold his own hand instead. "Yep, that's better. This hand is for me to hold, and everyone here knows I was right." Eddie adds, sitting back in his seat, causing a ripple of laughter around the table.

"So what are you kids up to today?" Wayne asks, trying to clear up the plates, but Eddie keeps smacking his hands away.

"We'll do them. Stop showing off," Eddie complains, " As for what we're doing. I thought we could pick one of the tapes, maybe?"

"Already?" You say in excited surprise.

Wayne sits back down and examines Eddie before turning to you, "How many ya got left?"

"Only three. It's flown by so quickly, hasn't it?" You say happily, squeezing Eddie's hand.

"Whatcha gonna do when you've none left?" Wayne looks at you both.

"Well, I thought I'd plan some for Eddie. It probably wouldn't be as good, but I'd try." You jump on with your answer first.

Wayne smiles at you, "You know when he told me 'bout 'em. I thought ain't no way some fancy miss from Hawkins gonna go for all these. No fancy meals, expensive gifts, discotheques, and yet here you are. You're still here." Wayne jokes

"I mean, I've done those things in the past, but they pale in comparison. I guess...yeah...he's sorta charming, isn't he?" You say in a pretend, confused voice.

Wayne bursts out laughing at Eddie's horrified reaction.

"Why I do declare. I ain't never been so insulted in my 'tire life", Eddie replies in his fanciest southern accent.

Eddie turns to Wayne, "You know she tried to cook you three peach cobblers? Unfortunately, each one got burnt on account of how charming I am" Eddie places his hand on his chin and flutters his eyelashes.

"Edward Munson!" You say, both embarrassed and shocked, and give Eddie a tap on the arm.

"Hey, Ow!" Eddie complains.

"Oh damn, boy! You got tol'" Wayne rocks back in his seat, slapping his legs. A laugh comes out of him you've never heard before. It's just like Eddie's little dorky laugh.

"Anyway!!...As I was going to say, it looks like a nice day, which would be a bonus for two out of three of the remaining tapes."

"Ah, so one is indoor!!" You capitalise on the clue

Eddie wrinkles his nose like he's annoyed he gave something away.

Wayne leans back on his chair, linking his hands behind his head and smirks at Eddie, "Ya know. I heard it was gonna be sunshine and rainbows all week, son. So what is your hurry?" Wayne enquires, giving Eddie a knowing smile. Eddie tightens his mouth and stares at Wayne.

It's like a little staring standoff. Wayne has the high ground, his eyebrows raised, and the smirk on his face growing into a smile whilst looking at Eddie.

Eddie, meanwhile, looks like he's ready to pounce at Wayne if one more word comes out of his mouth.

You decide to just start picking up the dishes. This was clearly a Munson thing you hadn't learned yet.

You hear much whispering behind you until Eddie slams his hand on the table, "We're going out! Today! Alright! It's a nice fucking day?!! What's wrong with that??"

"Nothin' if that were the whole truth", Wayne mischievously adds.

"SHUT UP!!" Eddie screeches and launches at Wayne, putting him in a headlock. You're delighted at this point you'd cleared the table when you did.

They are both giggling, "Listen here, Old man. Keep your old man nose outta my business, ok?"

Wayne quickly reverses the headlock on Eddie, "As long as you're under my roof, sonny, your business *is* my old man business, got it?"

"Oh my god. Ok! Ok! I yield. Just don't mess with my..."Eddie starts to say.

You hear a ruffling, "..Your precious head of hair?" Wayne teases, "I sure hope the hair isn't one of the things she likes about you, son, because it's the Munson way. You'll end up just like your Pa or me, or maybe you'll comb it over like dear ol' Grandpappy Munson."

"Get! Off! Me! You absolute..." The hold must break because you can hear them both catching their breath.

You put the marigold gloves back on the sink and turn around. You can see them occasionally making eye contact with one another and laughing.

Eddie walks over and grabs your hand, "We're going out right now, and that's final. Ok?" Eddie points a finger at you and then points it at Wayne, "Got it?"

You and Eddie get in the van, and he starts her up, "Er...look. I know I normally let you choose the tape, but out of the three, there is only one we can do right now, and I'll be damned if I'm walking back in that trailer and going back on what I said," Eddie says smiling.

"Well, which one is it then?" You ask excitedly.

Eddie puts Black Sabbath's Heaven and Hell into the car stereo.

You listen for a few minutes, "Wait....that's not Ozzy... that's...is that the guy from Dio?"

Eddie swings the van to the side of the road, mounting the kerb a little. He secures the vehicle and looks out onto the road, his thumb, and index finger pinched together, presses his tongue against his top lip, and almost biting his lips together, asks slowly, "What did you just say?"

You stare over at Eddie partially in alarm. Black Sabbath was precious stuff, and you feel as though you've firmly planted your foot into something very, very wrong.

You gulp and answer quietly, "I just...I thought that this didn't sound like Ozzy and that it sounded like the singer on the Dio tape, you play sometimes. Was that...um...was that wrong?"

Eddie doesn't turn to you. His brow reads upset, but his mouth stretches into a smile, "It's not wrong", he says before clearing his throat, "I will explain a little later. Could you pass me a can? Dying of thirst here." A pleasant smile returns to his face. You grab a drink and open it for him, passing it over as he restarts the van.

The rest of the journey is pretty quiet, other than occasionally pointing out things at the side of the road. Most of the time, your brain is still trying to figure out Eddie's reaction.

At one point of conversation, silence, obviously, Black Sabbath was still blaring away around you both. Finally, at a stop light, Eddie turns to you quickly and reaches over for your hand, "You know, I'm not sure if I told you, but I'm probably gonna be a bit busier than usual the next two weeks, but I promise I won't miss our date nights, ok? I have to get this project done. It's crucial."

You hate to admit it, but your heart does sink a little, was this sudden announcement directly correlated to saying something you shouldn't have about Sabbath, or had you just genuinely forgotten this conversation? You afford Eddie the same respect he gave you when you were in the hospital, "Whatever you need, babe", you say you lifting his hand and kissing the back of it.

You pass a sign saying botanical gardens, and soon, the van comes to a halt in a parking space.

"Here we are," he says, smiling broadly, suddenly a lot more himself than he had been driving.

He rushes out of the van to run around to open your door and offers you a hand to help you down, "My Lady", he says with a big grin.

Eddie locks up the van and juts his elbow towards you to take his arm, "Would the lady care to promenade with me about the gardens?"

You curtsey back and take his arm, "You are most gracious, My Lord", you reply.

Eddie had been correct. This was a perfect day for this date. It was sunny but not hot. The breeze that occasionally passed brought the scent of the flora it had blown through.

You talk about the beautiful flowers, plants and trees you pass by and how it must be nice to be a bumble bee and just nap in a flower if you need to.

You move through the rose garden, and Eddie points out the ones your Mom has at your house. Obviously, you hadn't been the only one brushing up on other people's interests.

Finally, you walk across the cutest little iron and wood bridge, which curved over a Lilly pad strewn duck pond and ends up in a hedged area.

It was structured to guide your walk, but nothing as complicated as a maze, with many patina-covered bronze sculptures throughout.

Initially, they are fairly generic, scantily clad humans, pouring waters or crushing their enemies, but then there is a shift in theme, and Eddie's other hand comes across to touch on yours, which is holding his arm.

He puts on his British documentation voice, "Ah, yes, the Minotauros, or Minotaur. An extremely popular character from Greek Mythology. The child of a King's wife and a bull sent from the gods that the king should have really sacrificed to avoid this whole mess."

You turn to him in surprise, "What, so the Minotaur isn't a human punished by the gods or just a monster they created?"

He nods, returning to his normal voice, "Yeah, basically. Poseidon sent King Minos this bull to sacrifice. Minos was like, nah, don't think I will. Poseidon was pissed, so was like, You know what? Now your wife is in love with it. How do you like that?"

You look over the statue with a deep look of concern, "Jesus, that's fucked up."

Eddie stares at you silently for a few seconds before erupting into laughter.

"It's like I knew the Minotaur was weird but now...now I know how bizarre it all is. Like, next-level weird. I feel like I've passed through a door I can't go back through, Eddie," you say, deadpan, staring at the cackling man you're still linking arms with. The primarily elderly couples passing by either frown at you or give you a smile and hold their partner a little tighter.

Eddie eventually calms down, wiping his eyes, "Well, I was supposed to be astounding you with my intellect, but apparently, I've just traumatised you." He manages, still little laughs erupting in-between words or breaths.

You shake your head, "Oh no, you still are astounding me with your vast knowledge. Just its by-product is trauma. I mean, if that isn't how the educational system works in general, I don't know what is"

Eddie throws his arms around your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. As you part, you see two older ladies sitting on a park bench, knitting and giggling at you.

You nod over at them to indicate them to Eddie, "I got plenty more where that came from, ladies", he yells over to them. Earning him more giggles, one of them blows him a kiss.

You raise your eyebrows at Eddie, "Do I...Do I need to fight an old lady today?"

"Only one way to find out," he says mischievously before letting you go, vaulting over the trim hedges between you and the ladies, before he puts on quite a show. Reciting something theatrically, occasionally putting his hands to his heart before taking their hands and planting a kiss on each.

You make your way over to spare the hedges another run-in with Eddie's wallet chain.

"You're a lucky young lady," one of them lets you know once you are close enough to them.

"Oh, I know, don't you worry," You say, smiling at the three of them, "but I'm afraid he is mine, ladies, so you'll have to give him back"

They both make noises of disapproval and reach into their respective bags, giving Eddie some candies, pinching his cheeks, and offering whispered advice; he loves every second of it.

"An unsuspected pleasure it has been, ladies, but I must dash," he says, bowing to them before jogging back over to you to regain his role as tour guide.

"Bye Eddie", they chirp back in chorus.

"Can't take you anywhere, clearly", you whisper, very amused.

Eddie unwraps one of the candies with his free hand and puts it in his mouth. You extend your hand out for one. He frowns at you and shakes his head, "You didn't earn these!!! They're mine!!"

The rest of the walk treats your eyes to more bronze sculptures of mythological creatures, both the beautiful and the hideous. Eddie talks you through each one, and as you walk, it's clear that none of them are a surprise to him. He knows them all, even the intricate hidden clues in the sculptures referencing the more minor details of the stories themselves.

The walk slows down, but the enthusiasm you both have does not. Eddie is in his element, dramatically telling you stories (he even gets a few passers-by listening in), and you are fully engaged because you love learning, and you can't help but feel that that is the exact point of this date.

You find yourselves emerging from the hedges and entering a courtyard of sorts, at the centre of which is a colossal bronze sculpted well.

The well has been here for some time, so the natural patina formed on it makes it a beautiful light green.

The sculpture featured the brickwork of the well, its roofed covering and the supports in between. The bucket and rope actually looked functional and were not formed from bronze.

The most fascinating part of the well, though, were the fairies and small creatures hiding all over it. A little bat hanging above the bucket. Two fairies fighting over a petal. A little mouse peering down into the depths, a stack of buttons and a stack.of coins.

You notice some people walk up, wait a few moments and then toss something in, "A wishing well?" You ask Eddie.

"Yep, pretty, isn't it?" He says happily.

You nod and reach into your pocket for a coin or two.

"Do you know why people toss coins in them?" Eddie asks

"So their wish comes true?" You laugh like it's obvious.

"Yes, but why people started doing it in the first place?" He asks again.

You look at him, a little puzzled.

"Historically, fresh water sources springing up were seen as very auspicious. So people thought the deities were involved and would thank them with tokens of appreciation. Some even believed that the deities themselves lived in these water sources and would also ask them for favours or wishes." He smiles broadly and looks at the people milling around the beautifully sculpted well.

"But...sometimes All that is gold does not glitter...as they say," he says with a smirk rocking back on his heels before reaching for your hand and walking out of the perfectly arranged gardens, past a line of trees and into an unkept, mostly bramble infested area.

He carefully helps you to follow a cleared path that you probably would never have found if Eddie hadn't known exactly where it was but enables you both to walk through without getting caught up in its protective plant life.

After a few minutes of walking, you find yourself in a small clearing, with only small rays of sunlight poking through the canopy, making the area awash with green light.

You go to step forward, but Eddie quickly pulls you back and points out the ring of mushrooms on the floor, "Never tread in those, he says", carefully guiding you to avoid it, and over to a hole in the ground surrounded by some smooth stones piled around it.

"Now, this", he gestures at the ground, "This is a wishing well."

You look at him curiously and smile, "What's wrong with the other one?"

"Oh, nothing..." He says in a sing-song voice, "You know, except it doesn't work. This one, though...This one does."

"Ok, I'm guessing you made a wish here once, and it came true, but that still doesn't explain how you found it." You say, eyeing him curiously.

"I did indeed make a wish here, several in fact, but I didn't find this place I was shown it. The guy who owns all this, all those commissioned sculptures, that huge house, those gardens. He told Uncle Wayne and me about it. We used to come here sometimes so I could draw the sculptures whilst Wayne did a few jobs around the place. He liked one of my drawings so much that he asked for it in exchange for telling us where the true wishing well was."

"That guy passed on a few years ago, but I still would come here sometimes. It's peaceful. Only Wayne, and now you would even think I would ever be caught dead here." He laughs, "So what are you gonna wish for?" He says, smiling with his hands clasped behind his back.

"I can't tell you. That's not how wishes work" you smirk at Eddie. You sort through your change and find the shiniest coin of the bunch. You hold on to it tightly between your fingertips and recite your wish in your head before thanking whatever deities might be around and tossing the coin in.

Eddie looks at you as you walk back towards him. "Just one?"

You smile at the ground and then look back up at him, "Uh-huh, just one. For now at least", you say, plunging your change and hands into your pockets.

"What about you? Are you gonna wish for something?" You ask.

Eddie shakes his head, "I've got a lot of wishes stacked up in there, and I don't want a new one causing a backlog, you know?" He smiles fondly at the well and then up at you.

"So which one came true?" You ask as you walk over, looking carefully where you tread. You intertwine your fingers with his on each hand.

"Oh, a few have. One on this very day, in fact." He says, giving a sweet dimpled smile, "it was so precise, I thought they would be a good test."

You look at him expectantly.

"You know that saying, God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, blah, blah, blah?" He asks

You nod, "I sure do."

He swings your linked hands a little, "Well, ok, this is very corny, but I kinda made my own one" he looks a little embarrassed.

"Well, go on, let's hear it", you smile back. It wasn't that often Eddie looked genuinely bashful, and his face read like he was almost cringing at himself.

"Ok...I'm just gonna say it real fast, so it's not a big deal." He clears his throat and looks at you, "Gods, grant me somebody to accept things about me I cannot change, that actually enjoys listening to Black Sabbath, and the wisdom to know the difference."

"When did you make that wish? That could be any of your little hellfire lot, you know?" You tease him.

"No, no! It's you. It's definitely you, alright?!" He says excitedly, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you playfully, "You're stuck now. The gods themselves have willed it."

He stares at you for a few seconds, then bites his bottom lip, repressing a big smile, reaches into your pocket and grabs a coin, "You know what...maybe one more."

He lets go of you and stands at the little well, muttering something lengthy but inaudible, and finally, he kisses the coin and flips it into the well.

"That must have been at least one A5 side of a wish, Eddie." You chuckle as you retake his arm.

"You have to be very specific about wishes, you know? Otherwise, it might not turn out how you meant it to. If you say I want to be famous, you know you're wanted for murder. Technically you got your wish," he laughs.

"Oh, I totally forgot about that. Awww, man!" You sigh in annoyance.

"Don't worry, babe. You don't need a wishing well. You've got me," he says, adjusting his arm to hold your hand, raising it up to his face and kissing it as you walk back through to the gardens.

#theeddiemunsontapedates #eddie munson #stranger things #eddiemunson #eddie stranger things #eddie the freak munson #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #romance #eddie munson / reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #wayne munson #fire_au

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Let Me Love You Now.

Pairings: current Czechia x Slovakia; discussed past Czechia x HRE oc

Warnings: Death mentions, alcohol.

Notes: I got to feeling really sappy and suddenly had motivation to write something so you get this, hope y'all enjoy! tbh this entire fic can be summed up in Slovakia needs to not ask about Czechia's exes if he doesn't actually want answers :\

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"You're drunk"

"And?" Evžen rolled his eyes, watching as Adéla yet again tried to pull herself up; missing the edge of the table she was trying to grab. She mumbled something; he was pretty sure she was scolding the table, telling it to stay still. He was going to try and pick her up before she hurt herself, but she shied away immediately.

"I'm going to stay here" Adéla crossed her arms, sticking her nose up in indignation.

"You can't stay on the kitchen floor"

"Yes I can," for emphasis that she wasn't planning on moving; She tucked her legs under herself, and leaned against one of the legs of the table.

Evžen wanted to argue with her, but it was late and he was far too tired to start an argument this late. Especially when Adéla was drunk which meant she would probably end up crying, and then he would feel terrible and end up apologizing for nothing. Instead he just sat down across from her leaning against a chair, too tall to fit basically under the table with her.

They spent a lot of nights in the kitchen, and most of them they weren't cooking. Many nights spent playing chess or card games just for an excuse to talk smack. If they pushed the table out of the way their kitchen became the premier dance floor in both Czechia and Slovakia. Feliks showing up unannounced was a common occurrence. Nights he showed up were usually made up of a dozen cups of tea, whatever snack Feliks had brought because 'you just like have to try this!'; and gossiping until four in the morning because once he starts you can't shut him up. And there were plenty of nights of this... sitting on the floor, one or both drunk, waiting for something to talk about.

Adéla glanced up from her fixed spot staring at the floor, seemingly just to note Evžen staring at her. He smirked and jokingly asked; "Who was your first love?"

Evžen asked that whenever there was an uncomfortable silence. He thought it funny as to his knowledge she hadn't dated anyone before him, at least not any personifications. Usually the response was to roll her eyes and tell him to shut up; but this time she was quiet. Her gaze returned to the floor. He assumed she was just tired. It was late anyway, and Adéla was one to crash pretty quickly after she drank a lot.

He started to get up, ready to try yet again to convince her they should go to bed or at the very least go sit on the couch instead of the kitchen floor.

"Adelheid" It was a half whisper from Adéla, her eyes not leaving the floor; she didn't want to look Evžen in the eyes.

He just sat back down looking at her confused, "What did you say?"

She pulled herself in even more as if she was wishing she could disappear, "You asked who my first love was, you do it all the time. It was Adelheid"

Evžen tried not to roll his eyes, "Haha, very funny Adélka now–"

"It's not a joke."

"You hated her"

"I loved her; before you"

Evžen had never seen Adéla as serious as she was now. He wanted to shrug it off, say she was being funny or getting details mixed up; he could clarify it all when she was sober. He had seen her serious plenty of times of course: but this was different. It made him sit back down all the way.

"You're serious?"

She either didn't hear him or chose not to answer, "She was twenty-three, I was barely older than that when we first met." Adéla sighed shakily, "one of the first things she said to me was 'my father just died' I didn't see why I should care. Adelheid told me that she inherited his land, Including what I was standing on"

"I know all that, you hated her"

"I thought she was beautiful.'' She slumped down a little more. "The stereotypical her hair was like gold, her eyes like the sea, the freckles on her face like constellations. I felt it all when I looked at Addie"

"You're drunk Adélka" Evžen restated what he had said already, it was softer this time though. Less of an annoyed statement, more of a gentle reminder.

"I only think of her when I'm drunk"

Evžen didn't know what to say, what do you say when your partner is reminiscing about a past love. "Do you love her?" He wasn't sure if he regretted the words, he watched for her reaction first.

Adéla took a moment staring at the ground, trying to think was hard. Adéla didn't want to think of those nights, laying together while Adelheid swore she was the only one she could ever love. She was foolish and young and said the same; though now it only took looking at Evžen to know it had been lies. "I love you now"

"But do you still love her as well?"

"She's dead"

"You can love dead people" He stated the obvious, every nation loved many dead people. Some would swear themselves to a human and spend a century or two alone, after their death, just because of how they loved them.

"I love you. Don't doubt my love for you, lásko, it's one of the few things I'm sure of. Who I loved in the past doesn't affect my love for you now. Just let me love you now"

#aph czechia #hws czechia #aph slovakia #hws slovakia #velvet pair #hetalia #Hetalia fic #aph hre #hws hre #my writing #no editing #we die like men #tw: death mention #tw: alcohol

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itsjessiegirl1 · 2 years

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"Walker" Fanfiction - Wish To Be A Walker

Genre: General; Greif/Mourning; Hurt/Comfort; Whump; Aghast

Characters: Cordell Walker, Abeline Walker, Bonham Walker, Liam Walker, Stella Walker, August Walker, Captain Larry James, Micki Ramirez, Clint West, Trevor West, OC

Summary:

Fifteen year old Madeline Stanton has lived in more places then she cares to remember. Since the death of her mother, her world has been turned upside down The life she has, to her, is normal; but when she and her father move in next door to the Walker family, it makes her begin to question if the life she knows is the one she really wants or deserves.

Trigger Warnings; Child Abuse, Neglect, Attempted Suicide

Author Note- My first Walker fanfiction! This story has also been uploaded in its entirety to Wattpad (Under the name of itsjessiegirl1), Fanfiction (Under the name of MissieWritesFanfiction) and also to AO3 under the name of MissieWritesFanfiction)

Hope y'all enjoy

Chapter 1 of 30

So, this was it… This was to be their new home for the foreseeable future…

A reddish-brown haired teenage girl stepped from the truck, looking around as her father turned off the engine. A neat and tidy house was surrounded by a white picket fence, flowers growing in the many pots and garden beds inside the yard.

'What do you think?'

'It looks nice.' She replied to the question, glancing over at her father as he stepped out of the vehicle. 'How long will we be staying here for?'

Robert shrugged as he closed the door of the truck. 'Depends on how work is, have to put food on the table. Shall we go have a look before we unpack?'

She nodded and the two of them headed up the sidewalk to the porch. Her father pulled a key from his pocket then opened the door. She glanced around with surprise as they walked in, the house was probably the best place she'd stayed in with him so far. Her face lit up as she saw a proper oven and fridge in the kitchen, no more cooking over gas camping stoves. 'Look Dad, I can finally cook something other than two-minute noodles for a change.'

He rolled his eyes as she eagerly went through the well equipped kitchen, one of her biggest flaws was her enthusiasm for the simplest things. 'Don't go getting too comfortable Maddie, we might only be here a few months.'

She sighed inwardly. Ever since she'd been living with her father, they'd moved through fifteen states in four years. It would be nice to finally have a place to stay longer then a couple months, a place she could call home... 'How long is the lease for?'

'A year.'

'So you committed for a year even though we might only stay a few months?'

He shrugged again. 'I couldn't get a shorter lease, the old owners wouldn't let me sign for anything less then a year. Seems comfortable enough though-' The house was fully furnished, the previous occupant an elderly lady who had gone to a nursing home and her children had looked to make a quick buck leasing out the property. 'Might even be good enough for your expensive taste. That's one thing your mother could have forgotten to teach you, I can't ever keep you happy with where we live. Well-' He looked down at her. 'Is it up to your standard?'

Maddie swallowed and nodded. 'I like it Dad, thank you. It really is a nice house. Can I go and choose my own room now?'

He motioned for her to leave. 'Afterwards you better start unpacking, I need to make a trip into town.'

‘I won’t take long.’ She assured him and started up the hallway, peeking into the rooms as she went past. There were two smaller bedrooms and a larger one she guessed her father would want. One of the smaller bedrooms was a soft light pink with white furniture and a sad smile graced her lips as she looked at it. It reminded her of her old room when she lived with her mother…

‘We don’t have all day Maddie.’

‘Coming, coming.’ Her reply was shouted back and she hurried out to where he was waiting at the truck. ‘I’ve chosen my room, the one down the hallway from the living room.’ She quickly helped him untie the tarp off the back of the truck, taking her suitcase down from the pile. ‘It looks really nice here Dad.’

‘It’ll do for now.’ He grunted and between the two of them they emptied their belongings from the truck and onto the porch. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he took a quick look at the time. ‘I’ve gotta get, you’ll have to finish unpacking yourself. You know the drill.’

She nodded as he started for the driver's side of the truck. ‘When can I expect you back?’

‘When I pull in the drive.’

‘What about the groceries, we need to eat.’

‘If I have the time, I’ll drop by a store.’

Maddie sighed heavily as the truck reversed down the drive and turned around, the teen standing on the porch steps until she could no longer see the vehicle. It’s an improvement on that apartment room, I guess. It could be worse... She thought as she looked around again. It was still and quiet, no life sturring on the flat, grassy horizon. Not even birds sang. At least we’re not in the city anymore.

Glancing down at the belongings to unpack she pulled her phone from her pocket, turned some music on and set to work. Her fathers things she took into his room and left them in a neat pile for him to sort through when he returned. Their shared belongings went into the living room for her to arrange and then she set to work on her own room.

Humming along to one of her favorite Beth Crowley songs she organized her clothes into the drawers, thankful to have drawers again. It was nice to finally have a house to live in once more, since they had moved so much they’d gone from motel and hotel and in town apartments; now they finally had a house once more. It was nice to be able to put her clothes into drawers again and not live just out of her suitcases.

When her clothes were away, she turned her attention to her other belongings. Gently she picked up the framed photo of her and her mother, her eyes misting with tears as she ran her fingers across the smooth glass. I miss you Mama… She sniffled as she placed the photo on the bedside table and after a little while longer, she had finished her unpacking.

It was late in the evening when she made her way back to the living room, flicking on a light as she walked into the kitchen. There was no food in the cupboards or fridge when she looked, but she had expected as much.

Can you bring something back for dinner please? She texted, waiting a few minutes for a reply but there was none. Looking around again she decided she’d look around outside while there was still some light.

The back door out of the kitchen led into a large garden and after a moment she found a ripe tomato for a snack. The garden could use some work. She thought as she walked around. At least gardening is something I kinda know how to do.

Behind the tall fence she spotted a barn and after finding a gate, headed out to look at the building. It smelt of old leather and horses as she walked in, a smile coming to her lips. Sunlight drifted through the window high above, two stalls on either side of the aisle. There were cobwebs everywhere, the barn hadn’t been used for many years but to a curious teenager, it was like stumbling across a lost treasure. Her mother loved horses, when she was little she could remember her mother putting her on the pony rides at the rodeos they used to attend.

‘You’d have loved this place Ma.’ She spoke into the silence as she gazed around, an old leather halter and lead hung up on the stall door catching her eye. ‘Stardust.’ She read the dusty nameplate out loud, imagining for a moment the horse it might have belonged to. A spirited palomino stallion perhaps? Taking the halter off the hook she continued on through the barn, halter in hand.

There was still hay in the loft when she climbed up to investigate, fresh and green as if it had been baled yesterday. The roof didn’t leak then if the hay was still good and already her mind was turning the loft into a cozy place for her to claim as her own. It would be her perfect hideaway, her own little secret-

She opened the loft door, looking out at the landscape around her. It was the kind of place that she could imagine herself calling home. For the first time in years, she felt at peace with where she was. No noisy cars screaming past, no sirens. Just calm, peace, and quiet.

‘Might even be lucky enough to get a horse.’ She said to herself then chuckled. No, that wouldn’t happen. Her father wouldn’t allow that. She’d have to content herself with her books and stories of magnificent steeds for the time being. Perhaps though, if they were going to stay here awhile, maybe- No. She shook her head. She should be grateful for what she had, not wish for that she couldn’t have.

Closing the doors again, she climbed back down and found herself coming to another room. Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at the many saddles inside and blew the dust off a western saddle. It was beautiful, one of the most beautiful saddles she had seen, with silver trimming and ornate carving. It needed a good clean but as she ran her fingers over the leather, she could just imagine herself riding in it on a fast bay horse-

Her phone rung with a message and she pulled it from her pocket to read. Business took longer then expected, no chance to pick up groceries. Pizza?

It would have to do. Quickly she typed a reply then started out of the barn, closing the door behind her. First thing tomorrow morning she would clean that saddle up then make her own little place in the barn. A smile was on her lips as she headed to the house, perhaps things were starting to look up for her.

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Maddie stepped back, brushing the dirt from her hands as she surveyed her work. It had taken her three days of work but finally, the loft was fixed to her liking. The bales of hay she had managed to arrange nicely in the corner, a couple left out for chairs. A few horse posters from magazines decorated the walls and the western saddle she had found held pride of place in the corner.

‘Perfect.’ She exclaimed with satisfaction. ‘But there’s just one thing missing…’

A quick trip to the house and she returned with her mother’s guitar, placing it in the corner against the saddle. Yes, that looked right. ‘Now, it’s perfect.’ She reaffirmed with a smile. Yes, this place would do nicely for her…

Her father had been gone since they’d arrived, returning late at night only to leave again in the early morning. He’d told her he’d gotten a job on a construction site but she wished that he could have taken a couple days off before throwing himself back into work. She hardly saw him these days and it was lonely with just herself for company. Doing the loft had been a welcomed distraction but now that it was finished she found herself trying to find something else to do next. The garden could do with some work, I guess.

Leaving the barn once more, she found some garden tools in an old shed and set to work. There were a lot of plants that were overgrown, growing across the paths and that was the first thing she started on. Humming as she worked she delved into her work and soon it was mid day.

It was the sound of a vehicle pulling up out front that distracted Maddie from her work and she decided to go investigate, the girl brushing the dirt from her jeans as she got up from the garden bed. As she came around the side of the house she saw that a silver truck had pulled up in the drive, one she didn't recognize. The thought of running and hiding crossed her mind but the woman inside the truck saw her and waved. She swallowed hard, heading out of the yard to speak with her.

'Hey there-' Abeline smiled as she stepped from the driver's seat. 'You must be our new neighbors, we live just down the road aways.'

Maddie nodded, taking a moment to look at the woman. She was about five foot five with curly hair that touched her shoulders. She wore a denim jacket and red skirt but it was her blue eyes that helped alleviate some of her fears. She looked kind and gentle, like her Mama… 'My Dad and I just moved in a couple days ago.’ She replied. ‘I'm Madeline Stanton.'

'Abeline Walker.' The two of them shook hands, Abeline looking at the girl. She looked to be around the same age as Stella, her long brown hair tied back in a messy ponytail. 'I wanted to drop by and introduce myself on behalf of my family, I made a sponge cake as a welcome gift.'

'I can't say no to cake.’ Maddie smiled. ‘Would you like to come inside? I apologize for the mess, we’re still getting settled in.'

'Mess doesn’t bother me the least.' She replied with a chuckle. ‘I have two teenage grandchildren at home and between the pair of them the house is always a mess.’ She grabbed the container from the car then followed the girl into the house. The house was in a bit of a mess and she noted the many empty beer cans beside one of the couches in the living room as she walked through. The smell of alcohol was thick in the air but she made no comment, following the teen into the kitchen.

‘Have a seat.’

She sat at the invitation, glancing around. The kitchen was much cleaner than the living room and she placed the cake on the table as the girl went to wash her hands in the sink. 'So it's just you and your dad living here then?'

Maddie nodded. 'Yeah, just the two of us. We get by though just fine.’ Wiping her hands on a towel she then went to a cupboard to gather a couple plates and some cups. 'Would you like a drink? I'm afraid I can only offer cold water, my dad hasn't had a chance to do a proper grocery shop yet.'

'Water would be just fine, thank you.' She said, the girl filling the glasses then brought them to the table. 'You guys planning on staying here long?'

'Well Dad took out a year lease on this place-' She brought over a knife to cut the cake then took a seat across from the woman. 'but it depends on his work.'

'What does your dad do?'

'Odd jobs, he does most anything.' She shrugged as she placed a piece of cake on the plate. 'He's got a job on a construction site at the moment so he'll be working there for a few weeks at least.'

'And your mom?'

'You ask a lot of questions, don't you?'

'Just trying to make conversation is all.' Abeline said, noting the girl appeared half starved as she quickly devoured her piece of cake. 'It's an old family recipe, this one. My grandmother used to make them.'

Maddie swallowed down a big mouthful as she nodded. 'It's good, really good.' Before long, she had finished off her piece only then realizing she'd made a pig of herself. 'Please excuse my lack of manners, it's been a long time since I've tasted something as good as this.'

'As long as you enjoyed it, that's all that matters.' She chuckled, taking a drink.

'To answer your question though, my mom passed away a few years ago.'

'I'm sorry to hear that.'

Maddie shrugged. 'It's no big deal, my dad and I get along just fine on our own.'

'Still, it must be hard.'

'Sometimes…' She was going to say something else but decided to change the subject. 'I noticed there's a barn out back, did the old owners used to have horses?'

Abeline nodded. 'This place actually used to be a horse stud, they had the small barn and pens close by to keep their favorite horses near the house. Have you looked around the property?'

She shook her head. 'Haven't had a chance yet, I've been busy unpacking and such… The garden needs attention too, I don't know a lot about gardening but it seems such a waste for it to die.'

'When you get a moment, you'll find the main barn and the rest of the stud a little down the trail behind the barn. I assume you like horses from the question.'

Maddie nodded. 'I love horses, so did my Mama. I've never had the chance to learn to ride though, the closest I got to a horse was pony rides at the rodeos. I know a lot about them though, I read every book about horses I can get my hands on.'

'Your welcome to come see our horses, my husband Bonham breeds Quarter horses.'

Her face lit up. 'That would be great, I would love that.'

'I also dropped by to invite you and your father to dinner tomorrow, if you would like to join us.'

'I'll ask my Dad and I'll let you know.'

'Well-' Abeline looked at her watch. 'I must be going. If you need any help, feel free to ask. That's what neighbors are for.'

She nodded as she got up to walk her guest to her car. They exchanged phone numbers before she left, Maddie standing in the drive watching her leave. She seemed nice, she seemed like a person she could trust… And she had teenage grandchildren! Perhaps maybe, she could finally make some friends. She hadn't had friends in years, not since her mother had died and she'd lived with her father. Hopefully Dad will let me visit them. She thought, wondering what her father's reaction to Mrs. Walkers invite would be. It would be nice to have friends again.

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When her father's truck finally pulled into the drive that night, Maddie fairly hurried out to meet him. 'Hey Daddy, how was your-' She stopped short as he stepped from the car, her dad with beer can in hand. He'd already started drinking… She sighed. 'Come on Dad, let's get you inside.'

'I don't need your help!' He hissed, staggering away from her up the path. The gate was abruptly kicked open, his daughter following as he walked into the house. 'Where's my dinner?'

'I didn't know what time you were going to be home, it's not ready yet.'

'Well don't just stand there useless, go get it ready.'

Maddie nodded. 'I'll go get it now.'

'While you're there-' He picked up the tv remote, flicking it on to the sports channel. 'Get me another can of beer from the fridge.'

Soberly she headed into the kitchen, placing a frozen meal into the microwave to defrost before taking him in his beer. 'Dad…' She didn't know how to ask him, deciding it was best to just blurt it out. The worst he could do was get angry at her… 'I had a visit from one of the neighbors today, they invited us to have dinner with them tomorrow night.'

Robert took a long swig from his can. 'I'm busy tomorrow night.'

'Could I still go, please? I promise I will be on my best behavior, Mrs. Walker seems like a really nice person and she has grandchildren who are my age. Can I please go?'

He thought about it then shrugged. 'Fine by me, I couldn't care less what you do.'

'Thank you Daddy, thank you-'

'Hurry up with my dinner before I change my mind.'

'I'll get it right away.'

He said yes! Maddie was overjoyed as she went to the kitchen, checking on the meal in the microwave. It was ready so she took it in for him, her father giving a grunt of acknowledgement as she placed it on the table in front of him.

'Now get, I've had a busy day and don't need the likes of you whining in my ear.'

She nodded, hastily making herself scarce from the room. The tv's loud blaring could be heard from her room as she got herself ready for bed but she hardly paid it any mind. He actually had agreed to let her go! As long as she didn't make a fool of herself, everything would be just fine…

#cordell walker #bonham walker #abeline walker #stella walker #august walker #liam walker #fanfiction #fanfic #jared padalecki #walker fandom #walkerfamily #walker fanfiction #ilovetotorturemycharactersandnoonecanstopme #maddiesfathersucks #maddiejustwantstobeloved

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achliegh · 2 years

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The Cult Of Dionysus

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Chapter 5

Y'all remember that fic I wrote a while back named British V-Sign? Well I turned it into a shitty chapter fic. You’re welcome and I’m sorry

Character’s belong to: @lumosinlove

TW/CW: Swearing, Mentions of drugs, drug usage, Underage drinking, Smut, Therapy, Not Happy Ending.

The next morning Finn wakes up in a hotel bed with Logan curled up in his arms, they were both covered in hickey’s and Logan had some minor rope burns all over his body. Leo was nowhere to be found. Finn sits up slowly, stretching his sore muscles from the game last night and the activities after. Logan starts to stir, wrapping his arm around Finn’s lower stomach and squishing his face into his hip. Finn pets his hair as he uses his free hand to rub his eyes.

He notices a note on the little table next to the bed.

‘When to grab food and stuff. Be back soon. -LK’

Finn smiles a little and lays back down, pulling Logan up to have their noses poking each other. Drifting back off to sleep.

Leo walks in the door as quietly as he can, lowkey high out of his mind but having been a functioning addict for a while he knows he can mostly hide it. He grabbed a bunch of food and some cream to put on Logan’s ropeburns. He still can’t believe Logan was so excited for Leo to tie him up. He was a natural but apparently had never done this before. He walks over to the bed after taking his shoes off and shakes the boys a bit.

“Time to wake up, I got food.” Logan wakes up a bit and grabs Leo’s shirt catching him by surprise and yanking him onto the bed to cuddle with them. Leo flops onto them right on top of his bag with stuff he got and laughs a bit. Finn wakes up and looks startled before he sees Logan gripping Leo’s shirt and Leo trying not to laugh.

“Good morning, did you get food I’m fucking starving.” Finn sits up with Leo’s torso across his legs as Logan hugs Leo’s face into his chest. Leo moves around a bit and pulls the now squashed food out from under him. Finn takes the bag, Leo notices how tired he looks and it makes him wish he could have cooked him something. He usually cooks for Melony and Clay back home unless he is having a flare up of his fibro, then they cook and baby him which he hates. But secretly he loves it because he is lucky enough to have these two as bandmates.

“It’s probably mushed now, it's just things like donuts.”

“You got gluten free donuts? Odd choice.” Finn pulls a little bag of donuts out from a vegan allergy friendly shop and raises an eyebrow. He didn’t expect this.

“I have fibromyalgia and would rather not have a terrible day because I ate something to trigger it.” Leo rolls over to sit at the other two feet.

“I wasn’t trying to be rude.” Finn looks guilty and Leo smiles.

“Don’t worry about it, most people don’t know a lot about it so I don’t expect you to know either. Now, I also got some cream for Logan’s little burns and thought we should get that done before we eat.” Logan smiles at him and fishes the cream out of the bag.

“I’ll do everything I can but if you two get horny from rubbing burn cream on me we might have an issue.” Finn and Leo both laugh, watching Logan push the covers off himself and seeing all the burns he has, they aren’t bad but they are still there and quite obvious.

It’s almost like Leo marked his territory.

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #sweater weather #o’knutzy #lumosinlove #coast to coast #clayton bruss #thomas walker #noelle tremblay

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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[20.50] wooyoung × reader ft. ateez

⇀ how do you win a stupid argument ?

⇁ buckle up, it's best friends!ateez y'all

It was supposed to be a fun night in.

All 8 boys were free of schedule and were beyond sick of their dorms so they decided, without telling you that they were having a sleepover at your apartment until they're sick of it or their manager came dragging them back to their dorm.

Everything was going smoothly at first.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong picked the movies obviously from your netflix which they had been leeching off of, Yunho, Mingi, and San brought snacks, Yeosang and Wooyoung brought drinks, and Jongho brought extra bedding for all of them to crash on.

You guys were 2 movies in before San began whining about needing to go to the toilet but not wanting to miss anything. Seriously, what could you possibly miss from twilight?

So you all decided to take a short break before continuing with your impromptu twilight saga movie marathon. As stupid as it is, you guys were actually enjoying it. Even Jongho.

"(Y/N), we're out of popcorn," Hongjoong called out, breaking your conversation with Mingi as he mindlessly drop the popcorn bowl on your lap, making you glare at him, "I'm not your errand girl, Hongjoong, make the popcorn yourself,"

"Sure, okay," surprisingly, he got up and grab the bowl from your lap. You thought he'd just go and make the popcorn himself, but before he walk to your kitchen, he stood by you while tilting his head, "you have the fire department's number on speed dial, right?"

You narrow your eyes at him, understanding what he meant.

Not really wanting to deal with a burnt down kitchen, you groaned, stood up, and grab the bowl from him, "you're lucky I'm such a nice person," you grumbled.

Hongjoong grinned widely at you, happy that you're abiding to his request.

"Aww, cheer up champ, you know I only ask you because you make the best popcorn," he then slung an arm around your shoulder, "come on, pancake! I'll watch, you cook!" He exclaimed while practically dragging you to the kitchen.

You both passed by San who had just finished his business in the toilet and see Wooyoung getting in.

As you made Hongjoong his popcorn, and the others debate which team they were on, Jacob or Edward, and whether it'd be more efficient to be a vampire or a wolf, but the debate was halted when a loud scream was heard from your bathroom.

You all halt all movements for a split second before rushing to the bathroom to see whether or not Wooyoung is okay. You told Hongjoong to stand by the popcorn as it is about to be done.

You bang the bathroom door 3 times before yelling, "Wooyoung? Wooyoung! Are you okay? What happened, what's wrong!?"

When no sound came from the other side, you were ready to run back to the living room, grab Jongho and told him to break your door open.

But thankfully Wooyoung opened the door before you were able to do anything else.

"Jesus Christ, Jung Wooyoung you scared the living shit out of-"

"Why did you put the tab of your toilet paper over?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, "I'm sorry, what?"

Wooyoung pointed at the toilet paper roll that hung on the dispenser by the toilet, "appology accepted, but answer me, why did you put the tab on the outside aka over ?"

"Appology accepte- what? Wooyoung are you okay? Did you hit your head?"

He sighed at you and crossed his arms, "I didn't hit my head, no, but you might have because why would you put your toilet paper in that position? THAT'S WRONG!"

Still not quite getting what his problem is, you just shook your head at him, "I just put it that way because that's how I always do it, what's the big deal?" You answered him before walking away to rejoin the others.

But Wooyoung still wasn't satisfied, "noooooo no no no no no, (Y/N), no," he caught up to you and grab both of your shoulders, "you need to repent, (Y/N), come back to the righteous path," he whined.

You tried shrugging his hands off of you but he kept a firm grip, even staring so deep into your eyes to the point that you kinda feel violated.

"Jung Wooyoung, it's just a toilet paper placement, what the heck is your issue with it?" You asked, starting to get irritated, "my issue is that it's not in the correct position!" "Yes, it is!" "No it's not!"

Finally noticing the commotion between you and Wooyoung, the others turned to you both, "wait, what's happening?" San asked, eyes blinking in confusion.

Wooyoung jab a finger to your shoulder, "little princess here put her toilet paper weird!" He shrieked, making you cringe at the sheer loudness of it, "I did not," you cut yourself off to push his jabbing finger off of you, "put it weird, YOU're the one who put your toilet paper weird,"

You don't know how but you've fallen into the argument. Maybe it's because of Wooyoung's persistence.

"There's nothing weird about putting the tab under! It's more efficient a-"

Before he could say more, Seonghwa had cut him off, "YOU're the one who put the toilet paper like that!?"

Blinking confusedly, Wooyoung just nod at his older member.

Seonghwa groaned and glared at him, "that's so unnatural! I had to reposition it so many times but it kept going back to the previous position, I even blame Hongjoong for that!"

Hongjoong, who was back on his position on the mat with a fresh bowl of popcorn scoffed, "told you it wasn't me, I'm whimsical, not a lunatic,"

"Wait, I don't get it," San piped in, "what toilet paper tab position are we talking about?"

Wooyoung ran back to your toilet to procure a toilet paper roll. He demonstrated which side is over and which side is under.

"Oh, pfft the correct side is under, of course," San said, which earned him a shove to the side by Yeosang, "no, the correct one is over," Yeosang said, which prompted a new debate between them, "why would it be over ? If you put it over then the toilet paper will be contaminated by the bathroom's germs!" "As opposed to the very clean toilet wall? Nice logic, San, where did you get it? The corner mini mart?" "Hey! They're the only one who sell that one chocolate milk from Japan, they're heroes!"

Wooyoung turned his attention back to you, "see? I got San on my side," to which you rolled your eyes and scoffed at him, "really? You're proud of that? I've got Kang Yeosang on my side, he's the one with the braincell," hearing that, made San snap his head towards you for a split second, "hey!" He exclaimed to which both you and Wooyoung ignored.

Jongho casually strolled in and plop himself next to Hongjoong, picking some popcorn from the bowl, "I don't get this stupid argument, why don't you guys just use regular facial tissue?"

That, brought a whole new argument to the table.

Hongjoong was the first to spoke up against him, "Jongho! It's called facial tissue!" Jongho only raised an eyebrow at that, "yeah? So?" "It's for faces! Not for butt wiping!" "Well, if that's the case then toilet paper isn't for butt wiping either!"

"Guys," Yunho called from the corridor, trying to get all of your attention.

But no one was listening to him, too immersed in the argument.

"No, no, see, if not for butt wiping, what would toilet paper be for?" Seonghwa asked Jongho.

Jongho shrugged, "I don't know? Toilet purposes? Wiping hands? It was Hongjoong hyung's logic," he defended himself.

"Guys," Yunho called once more.

Yeosang rolled his eyes at Jongho, "then the name should be hand tissue!" He exclaimed.

San piped in, "that doesn't make any sense? Why would you need tissues just for one specific thing? Things could have double function," Jongho clapped his hands at that, "see? Now that's logic!" "Really? So you agree that toilet paper tabs should be under?" "What? Heck no, over is the way"

Having had had enough of being ignored, and seeing that the argument is nowhere of being done, Yunho took a deep breath and yelled.

"GUYS!!!!!"

It proved to be effective as suddenly everyone was looking at him.

"Mingi got his head stuck on (Y/N)'s barred bedroom window" he said simply.

Hearing that, you immediately ran over to Mingi, Wooyoung following first, "God fucking damn it, Song Mingi! What the heck did you do!?" You yelled which was answered by muffles from your bedroom. Soon everyone followed to help their friend.

And with that, the toilet paper argument was long forgotten.

Or at least, for now.

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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years

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The Cult Girl (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 7

Sorry this took so long y'all. This chapter was difficult to write. Hannibal invites Theresa for dinner and y/n finally confronts her.

Trigger warning: mentions of suicide, child sex abuse; graphic descriptions of violence; confronting an abuser; body-shaming

The stitches in your cut hadn't even dissolved before Theresa intruded on your life again. Before you stormed out, Hannibal did in fact invite her to dinner. Polite society would rule the invitation null and void after that confrontation, but Theresa felt herself exempt from the laws of politeness. Like Evangelicals or craisins, Theresa loved to insert herself where she was clearly not wanted.

Of course, you were peeved at Hannibal for upholding the invitation when she called. But you could tell he had something planned. He was intrigued by her audacity and wanted to see how far it would take her. You couldn't begrudge him professional curiosity, as you too wondered what the fuck her problem was.

In truth, you saw what he did to your grandma, and you wanted to see him do it to Theresa. You wanted her subject to the same psychological torment that she put you through. And that, you realized, was why he honored that invitation. He wanted to vindicate you. And that was the sexiest damn thing you could possibly imagine.

Theresa showed up alone. That was her first mistake.

"Thank you for having me, Dr. Lecter." Theresa greeted, shedding her long coat and dropping it to the ground. "Will [F/N] be joining us?"

"[F/N] will most certainly be joining us." Hannibal said, his voice hardening. He noticed her coat in a pile on the floor and something in his head clicked.

"I hope I'm not overdressed." Theresa tossed her hair over her shoulders.

She was. And you knew even before she showed up that she'd wear that green evening dress with the plunging neckline. It was the same one she wore to prom. She kept it as a memento all these years to memorialize the day she completely fucked you over.

She was here to make history repeat itself.

"Not all, Ms. [L/N]," Hannibal grinned, glancing at the staircase. "[F/N] is just touching up her makeup.”

“That sounds like [F/N].” Theresa laughed. “She always took the most time getting ready in the morning. And she was always the ugliest. It was quite sad, really.”

Hannibal reminded himself what he had in store for Theresa before letting himself get angry. “If you could join me in the kitchen, I could use a little help with the appetizers.”

Theresa took the bait and followed him through the threshold into the massive kitchen.

“Could I trouble you for some psychological advice, Doctor Lecter?” She said, leaning against the island.

“That depends.” He answered, though the tone of his voice connoted a firm ‘no’. “Are you going to be honest with me?”

Theresa mounted herself on top of the island and crossed her legs. “I’ve just been having quite a bit of trouble in my marriage.”

"Please get off my counter." Hannibal politely demanded. "I just sterilized it this morning."

“My husband just isn’t so excited by me anymore.” She pouted like a child. “He just doesn’t seem interested in... well, any of the things I have to offer him.”

“Have you considered the possibility that you have nothing to offer?” You said. You approached them with purpose, the skirt of your purple dress fluttering behind you. Your favorite pair of strappy heels clacked against the tile and echoed through the room with every step.

“[F/N] makes a valid point.” Hannibal agreed, taking you under his arm. “You’re an abusive narcissist, a serial adulterer, and you’re quite horrible at flirting. I certainly don’t understand what you could possibly have to offer.”

“Nice to see you again, [F/N].” Theresa said, resigned to her defeat. “I didn’t want to say anything at the wedding, but you look like you’ve gained a few pounds.”

You almost laughed. Growing up, Grandma had subjected you to every form of body-shaming known to man. Nothing Theresa could say would have any effect on you.

“Really? Because I’ve never felt better in my life.” You smiled, knowing it to be true. “Hannibal is an amazing cook. You’d probably gain weight too if you were eating so well.”

"Well, I have appearances to keep up." She refuted. "Gideon and I both have very busy schedules. Besides, he finds the kitchen more of a woman's domain."

"Unfortunate for you." Hannibal threw a dish towel over his shoulder and picked up a wine bottle by the neck. He kept his hands busy by pouring three glasses of wine. "That Gideon does not put in the time to keep you well-fed and fulfilled. Might I suggest not molesting children as a remedy?"

You snickered as he handed you a glass. You migrated to the dining table, where the trial was set to take place.

"Did you invite me here just to gang up on me?" Theresa leaned back in her chair. "Because if so, that's really mature."

"Of course not." You said, Hannibal pulling your chair out for you. You placed your napkin in your lap. "Well, maybe a little."

Theresa took a long sip of wine. "You're not going to get an apology if that's what you're after."

"Oh no." You shook your head. "I've stopped expecting basic human decency from you years ago."

"Good." Theresa huffed. "Since that's clearly what you want me to be, that's what I'll be."

"Don't give me that shit." You sighed. "I know what gaslighting is and you're not as good at it as you think."

"Y'know I never asked to be a parent figure to you and Anna." She crossed her arms.

"You may not have asked for it but you sure as hell enjoyed it." You countered, furrowing your brow. "Don't act like you weren't the dictator's right-hand man. You sucked up to grandma and always got preferential treatment."

"I was a kid." She shrugged. "You're really gonna blame me for the shit I did before my skull fully hardened?"

"Well, it exposes a way larger pattern of behavior." You explained. "You're a megalomaniac that wants power without responsibility. So you attach yourself to someone with power, probably another narcissist who's too self-involved to see what a leech you really are. It's what you did with grandma and it's what you're doing with Gideon."

Dressing Theresa down like that gave you a rush. It made you feel alive. But more importantly, it made her look small. It stripped her of her power.

"Well done, Sherlock." Theresa taunted. "But you're forgetting one thing. If I were a megalomaniac, why would I waste my time beating up on you? Some nobody with no power to speak of?"

"Because I'm a living reminder of your past." You narrowed your eyes. "I remind you that you can't just beat everyone into submission."

"Ladies," Hannibal interrupted, holding three bowls. He placed one in front of you, the savory broth enticing your nose. "This is pot-au-feu. It is a simple French stew made from beef, vegetables and potatoes. I added a marrow-bone for extra richness. It's the perfect combination of simplicity and substance."

You couldn't even wait for Hannibal to sit down. You'd been so hungry all day. Smelling the meat slowly braise over the course of the day was torturous. You went straight for the marrow, which was a recent favorite of yours.

Theresa picked the bone up between two fingers and dropped it onto the table, her face wrapped with disgust. "I think I'll pass. I'm not a dog."

"You are not." Hannibal said, spearing a piece of meat on his fork. "I find dogs much better company."

Theresa tented her fingers and glared at Hannibal. "So you're just going to let her rip into me? Aren't you supposed to be the professional here?"

"Don't discount [F/N]'s analysis just because she is a student." Hannibal glared back at her. "From what I know about you, she's dead on."

"Isn't this entire interaction a professional conflict of interest?" Theresa folded her arms. "I don't trust her to analyze me because she hates me."

Hannibal put his utensils down. Anger flashed across his face. "I don't think you quite understand what this interaction is. You are not owed an unbiased psychological profile, especially not from me. You are not my patient. You are [F/N]'s abuser."

Theresa narrowed her eyes and leaned over the table. "So if you understand that, why am I here?"

"You think very highly of your intelligence, Theresa." Hannibal glanced down at his dish. "Perhaps you can figure that one out yourself."

You coughed, narrowly avoiding choking on your food.

"Darling, please pace yourself." Hannibal instructed, though he seemed pleased with how enthusiastically you inhaled your meal. "You're going to make yourself sick if you eat too fast."

"I'm sorry." You said after taking a long sip of water. "I don't know why, I'm just so hungry today."

Hannibal dropped his eyebrows, looking worried. "Did you take your medicine this morning?"

"I think so." You nodded.

Theresa smiled and reached for her phone. The movement caught Hannibal's attention, and he could tell what she was up to right away.

"Theresa, it's very rude to text at the dinner table." He scolded, taking a sip of wine. "Surely, anything you're saying to your grandmother and Anna, you can say to us."

Theresa, too proud to back down, slipped her phone into her purse and met your eyes. "You're pregnant."

"Brilliant fucking deductive reasoning." You rolled your eyes. "A woman gains a little weight and has a healthy appetite? That's the only logical conclusion I would draw."

"Well, aren’t we defensive?" Theresa taunted. "Congratulations, by the way."

"Theresa, stop it." You gritted your teeth, trying not to convey how pissed you were.

"You're going to need to drop out of school to take care of the baby full time." Theresa sneered.

You knew exactly where she was taking this and you wanted more than anything to just disappear. You reached for the wine bottle and refilled your glass. "Shut up, Theresa. Shut the fuck up before you say something you'll regret."

Her face lit up from the satisfaction of finally making you angry. "And someday you'll blow your brains out just like your mother!"

This time, she would regret it. You chucked the empty wine bottle across the table. It hit her directly in the face with a deafening crunch before ricocheting off the table and shattering on the ground.

Theresa brought her finger to her nose, noticing the stream of blood trickling from her nostril. She stood up, stabilizing herself with the back of the chair.

"I didn't think you had it in you." She jabbed before collapsing to the ground.

You went silent, too afraid to look at Hannibal.

"For what it's worth, darling." Hannibal piped up. "I always knew that you did."

#hannibal x reader #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter #hannibal x you #tw violence #tw blood #cult girl #tw csa mention #tw suidice

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