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CHD made me think jack love language is physical touch and this reminded me a jack would love if your turned this into a fic😭😭
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Because I'm in a holiday mood lol:
Jack's teeth chattered as he came in from the backyard, slamming the patio door shut, the hood of his sweatshirt covering his curls to try to stay warm. Brian, Jack and Clay had spent most of the morning outside, trying to deep fry a turkey for the first time for Thanksgiving. To protect your eyebrows, you offered to stay inside and help Maggie in the kitchen with the side dishes.
He threw his gloves on the floor before walking over to you.
"Whatcha cookin?", Jack asked, resting his chin on your shoulder, as he snaked his arms around your waist from behind you. You were prepping some celery and carrots for the stuffing, putting your knife skills to use. "Stuffing", you answered, sneaking him a piece of carrot over your shoulder. You shivered at how cold his hands felt as he tried to sneak them under your sweater.
"Jack", you warned, but that only made him pull you in tighter to playfully get a rise out of you. "What? I'm just tryna get warm, its freezing outside." You giggled as he tickled your skin, your skin blushing. "Mhmm, sure."
You liked to act annoyed for his benefit, but you knew that Jack's love language was physical touch, and that meant that he didn't care where the two of you were, his hands were always on you, even in public. It wasn't even sexual, you just brought him comfort and peace whenever you were close. Secretly you loved every moment of it because it made you feel safe and protected, but you would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
He quietly watched you work, gently swaying back and forth , as you mixed all of the ingredients, before moving to peel some potatoes for another dish. "You smell amazing, baby." He whispered against your hair. He kissed the spot behind your ear that you knew drove you crazy. "Jack, please." You gently brushed him off, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of his mom. Maggie just smiled to herself, loving how cute the two of you were together.
"What? I'm not doing anything." You could hear the smile in his voice. "I didn't know loving my girlfriend was a crime." You squealed when he pinched your butt, making him bust out laughing.
The patio door squeaked as Clay peaked his head in. "Jack, can you stop fondling your girlfriend for a second to come help us? Dad's about to start a fire in the backyard." Everyone in the kitchen chuckled, Jack spinning you around to face him in his hold. "I love you." He placed a kiss on your forehead, smiling at you. You tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you.
"Say it back." He peppered kisses against your jawline, making you laugh, but you wouldn't give in. "No", you shook your head, giving him a taste of his own medicine. "Say it!" Jack edged you on, starting to tickle you again.
"Y/N, please tell my brother you love him. Lives are on the line!" Clay gestured wildly behind you where you could see a burst of flames coming from where Brian stood.
"Fine, I love you too." You gave Jack a quick peck on the lips before he slipped his gloves back on and headed into the backyard. You couldn't help but smile as you turned back to your prep, Maggie noticing how giddy you were.
#jack harlow#jackman thomas harlow#jackharlow#jackman harlow#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow concepts#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow fanfic#jack harlow fluff
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Sister, Sister: After the End
When Eliza invites the entire family to Midvale over Easter weekend, none of them offer a single squeak of protest. It's been a long few weeks of working on their own endeavors, with only infrequent, hectic teamups between them.
It's nice, Lena decides after dinner the first night. The warmth, the easy familiarity that sinks in as though it never left. But even so, she's grateful for a spare moment to snag a blanket and go out to the dunes, where waves crash steadily against the quiet of darkness.
She spreads the blanket out and lays back, folding her hands over her ribcage. Her magic fills her these days, and she can feel the power of the ocean tugging at her, as though inviting her to join its current. She can also feel the shifting energy of the sand beneath the blanket, and the sway of the reeds that obscure her from the view of the house.
She's not too difficult to find though, as footsteps whisper through the sand towards her. Lena closes her eyes, biting the smidge of irritation that creeps up on her unexpectedly.
"I'm fine," she issues pre-emptively. Kara settles down on the blanket next to her.
"Didn't think you weren't."
Lena's eyes snap open as her head whips towards Nia's voice. Not Kara.
She huffs a laugh. "Sorry," she offers readily. "Thought you were someone else."
"Mhmm," Nia returns. "Considering she's the only one able to get hold of you these days."
Lena grimaces. "I know, I'm sorry--"
"Me too," Nia assures her of no hard feelings. "I could have done more to make it happen. It's just been..."
"Busy."
"Yeah. It's a little crazy to think about, you know? I'm doing more as Dreamer for the foundation than I am as a crime fighter or whatever. And you're back to being on top--"
Lena scoffs a laugh that turns into a giggle as she turns her head to look at Nia. It takes a moment to click.
"Oh--! Lena! You know that's not what I meant!"
The light smack to Lena's ribcage only earns a throatier laugh. Nia joins in with a giggle of her own, and they laugh for a long moment before calming.
"I know what you mean," Lena concedes after a heavy sigh, returning to the moment. "The foundation is everything I hoped it would be, but--"
"It's different." Nia turns her head, and Lena echoes the movement to meet her gaze.
She nods. "Yeah. As much as I don't miss the entire world being in peril..."
"You miss how it was." Nia's voice is quiet. "Even if it's better now."
"Yeah."
They stare up at the stars for a long quiet moment. The sky is clear tonight, and the Milky Way spreads out before them in a wide, untouchable ribbon. A wave of nostalgia overwhelms Lena, and not just for the good old days. Sudden tears burn at her eyes.
"I miss my mom," she whispers.
Nia doesn't turn, but pats across Lena's hip until Lena reaches down to clasp the questing hand.
"Me too," Nia returns softly. Her next words curl with a gentle smile. "They'd be so proud of us though."
Lena chokes out a bit of a chuckle, which mostly sounds like she's being strangled. "Yeah." She squeezes Nia's hand. "She would have really liked you."
"Oh my gosh, are you kidding?!" Nia's voice lifts. "My mom would have gushed over you! Especially now with the whole earthy, witchy vibe you have going on these days. She'd love that."
Lena grins. "Could you imagine if they'd had the chance to meet?"
"Oh god." Nia covers her eyes with her free hand. "Inseparable. No embarassing childhood memory would be safe..."
Lena laughs, truly, as though she actually had memories with her mother to be embarassed by. In this fictional world they've created, she would.
"Hey." Lena catches Nia's gaze, and offers a wide smile. "I'm proud of you too."
Nia's lips pinch tight, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. All she can manage is a trembling nod, and a firm squeeze on Lena's fingers to reciprocate the sentiment.
Neither of them keeps track of how long they stay out there on the shallow dunes. They simply lay there, hands clasped, as the galaxy slowly swirls above them.
#sister sister au#lena nia brotp#dunno what part number this is#but we needed an update#post finale#a little sad#but also happy#bittersweet
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Prompt: Danbert outside POV? Bonus points if it’s the POV of someone at the hospital like a fellow doctor or nurse, but I’m not picky!
After twenty years of nursing, Simone had been through just about every emotion possible when it came to her job. From the hopeful highs fresh out of her degree, bright-eyed and optimistic, to the lows of burnout, hating her job, her life, and everything in between, before finally arriving at where she was now. Which was a quiet acceptance of the daily toils her line of work entailed. She both loved and hated certain parts of the hospital, but for the most part she just focused on one task at a time, going through the motions until she could clock out and go home to work on painting her miniatures.
One thing she definitely despised, though, was watching the drama between her coworkers. Simone mostly kept to herself and select few others; Cassandra, a fellow nurse, Paula, one of the cleaning ladies, and Bob, who came in every other day to do maintenance around the building. She largely didn't care for doctors, who were either cocky, negligent, or some combination of both. The two doctors at the top of her shit list were those freaks, Cain and West.
Simone looked up from her patient notes at the sound of West's clipped voice and spotted him engaged in a heated argument with Cain. They both wore pinched expressions as they glared at each other over a sleeping patient. It seemed like they were trying to keep their voices down, but their hushed whispers were getting louder and louder until they were basically shouting at each other in raspy voices.
Simone caught mention of something to do with keeping the basement clean before losing interest and walking off.
It was a few hours later when she was walking back to the floor from Pathology that she heard the familiar sound of the two men arguing inside a broom closet. She came to a halt, her sneakers squeaking softly on the linoleum floor. On any other day she would've just assumed the two were a couple of closet cases looking for a quick hook-up at work--irritating and unprofessional--and left it at that, but the urgency in West's voice had her straining her ears.
"Please, Danny," West breathed on the other side of the door. "I need it."
"Herbert, no," came Cain's reply, though even to Simone's ears he sounded like he was wavering. "We talked about this."
"I know but I just need you to give me a little," West whined. "Just enough to see me through 'til the end of the day. I can't stop myself from staring at you...knowing you could give it to me any time."
Simone's hand flew to her mouth to stifle her gasp. She'd never pegged West as being so whorish. Cain, yes. That man looked ready to both burst into tears and get nasty on a gurney 24/7, but West had always seemed to be the more buttoned-up of the two. How wrong she'd been. She supposed it was true what they said: nerd on the streets, freak in the sheets.
"Can't you at least just wait until we get home?" Cain asked. "It feels wrong, doing it here at work."
"I can't wait," West panted, sounding like a dog in heat. "I need it now. I need you now."
God damn, Simone thought. Cassandra was going to have a field day when she told her about this.
"Simone?"
Simone spun around to see Rachel, the head nurse, walking down the hall towards her. She was frowning in evident confusion.
"You okay?" Rachel asked.
Simone nodded quickly, already backing away from the broom closet (which had suddenly gone quiet). "Mhmm, yep. I'm fine. Was just heading back to the floor."
"Alright," Rachel said, sounding unconvinced. "Well, hurry up, please. Shenton needs help dealing with Mr. Collins."
"Right away," Simone replied, hurrying away.
She didn't look at West or Cain for the rest of the day. She thought it'd probably be a long time before she could look at either of them again without remembering West's breathy, desperate voice.
First that massacre a few months back and now this? Why couldn't she work at a normal hospital?
#the other ppl at the hospital think herb and dan are staring in some greys anatomy type shit#dan wishes he was#but alas#danbert#dan cain#herbert west#re-animator#reanimator#asks#my fics#writing prompt
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Fictober prompt four: "How would that even work?"
fandom: AEW [fanfiction]
Name: You know that I'm greedy for love.
Word count: 2296 words
Ship: Not really any ship here. The family ship of RJ City and Jay, mentions of Violent Brothers and the polycule. Also implied OWC and Adam squared.
Characters: RJ City [trans edition], Jay Orton mentions of Adam Page and the other memebrs of the Polycule.
Triggers: Heavily implied smut, RJ is a trans woman because I am a trans man and I said so, OH! theres mentions of dentists here and Jay being scared of them
Authors note: I know this is late but I got hit by depression which caused a creative block. Crakc fic taken seriously again. This fic is spondered by monster energy drinks and anxiety!
Taglist: @itsnoosetome @the-house-of-cards
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“Hey auntie…How are you awake this early in the morning?”
RJ chuckles, sipping wine out of a lipsticked stained coffee mug. “A lot of caffeine. I see you're subscribing to that mindset too.” She uses the mug to gesture at the half drunk energy drink that Jay rolls between his fingers.
The flashing of their phone startles Jay from his slumber. It flashes in an aggressive pattern that makes her feel slightly nauseous. Phone calls early in the morning normally mean two things; Adam needs to be picked up from the closest bar or interviews.
There's movement beside him that makes the bed springs bend under his hips. Jay huffs watched the larger frame shift, highlighted by flashing light as she shifted to face the opposite way, picking up their headphones from the table. The world powers into sound and Jay huffs.
“Y’phones ringing..dya want me to answer it?”
Adam sounds tired and Jay feels almost angry at whoever is on the other end of the line. “It's okay darling. Go back to sleep.” He muses, sitting up against the pillows. With their legs straight and uncovered, Adam rolls to press his face against their thighs. “Comfy?”
“Mhmm.” He yawns and Jay bends over to kiss his temple before reaching out and grabbing the phone. An ever too familiar number stares back at them and as Jay swipes their thumb across the screen, they weave their fingers between blond strands, the pads of their fingers skating across fresh wounds.
“Yello?” Jay hums, listening to the soft way Adam whines in his sleep, wrapping a loose arm around the other's middle. It’s uncommon for the two of them to get a bed to themselves and by the jay his legs stretch out, he’s making the most of it.
“Ah hello!” The voice is bright and Jay squints, almost like the sun was shimmering out of the girl's voice. “Jay, my darling niece. How would you like to do your aunt a favor?”
“It depends on what that favor is auntie RJ.” There’s a tired edge to Jay's voice, a tiredness that's playful and childish. “I am not-”
“Doing an interview. Yes yes. But Wheeler has had to cancel and we need one of the BCC members. I know it's short notice.`` RJ sounds desperate and Jay imagines her pacing, lips pressed together in an anxious almost tearful glimmer.
They press zeir lips together, curling his knees to her chest when Adam moves to sit behind them, lips pressing against the pulsepoint of her neck. “Y'know I don't like interviews.” They flash a warning glance at him, squeaking when his teeth sink into flesh. It's soft and as his teeth brush against their skin; Jay knows its gentle encouragement and bribery. “Fine. Lemme get dressed and I’ll tell grandpa that I'll be late for training.”
The squeal that echoes from the woman on the other end of the phone makes Adam pull back, cheeks red in the early morning sunlight. Jay giggles, rubbing his thumb across his lips. Adam blinks for a few moments before letting his lips part. “It starts at seven.”
The line clicks off and Jay squints against their screen. Thirty minutes. Jay flicks their eyes up to Adam, who is softly sucking on their fingers, watching as his pupils dilate before expanding. “We don't have time, baby. Maybe afterwards?”
Adams lips part again, letting Jay's hand cup his cheek. “S’kay. Dya want me to drive you?” His eyes blink slowly and he shifts to kneel on the opposite end of the bed. Jay shifts letting the blankets fall between them.
“No, I'll be okay. Stay here and wait for Cole, Kenny should be back soon.” Jay watches excitement swirl in his eyes and breathes out a laugh through his nose. “Send me pictures?”
He muses, squirming into the nearest shirt that they can find. It hands loosely off his small frame and when Adam struggles out a cough Jay looks up.
“You're wearing my shirt.” He whispers, crawling the way over the bed, letting his legs frame Jay as they pull on pants. “It looks really good on you.” He wraps his hands around the collar, using it to pull Jay into a kiss, smirking when the other parts their lips and hums into his mouth. “Be a good boy and go to the interview.”
Jay nods mutely, cheeks red and eyes sparkling. “Yes sir.” Jay has to use his bare legs to stabilize themselves as he shrugs on a jacket and wobbles as he pulls on shoes. Adam chuckles softly and kisses their temple, tumbling back into bed when he hears the hotel room door close.
The bright lights of the Hey EW set makes Jay’s temple pulse like someone had taken a jackhammer to their skull. They’re bright and highlight Jay’s small frame as he takes a seat. Perched on the edge of the chair, Jay feels like an anxious child, their feet hang in free fall. RJ appears almost like a ghost, clapping their hands either side of his shoulders.
“Hey auntie…How are you awake this early in the morning?”
RJ chuckles, sipping wine out of a lipsticked stained coffee mug. “A lot of caffeine. I see you're subscribing to that mindset too.” She uses the mug to gesture at the half drunk energy drink that Jay rolls between his fingers.
Her calm movements and soft laugh settles Jay’s anxious mind. “Yeah, Hanger kept me awake for most of the night.” Jay yawns, taking a long gulp of their drink. RJ’s eyes seem to sparkle with curiosity as she taps the papers against her legs.
“Showtime!” She sings and Jay nearly chokes on his drink, feeling the bubbles burn in the middle of his chest. Using the back of their hand he wipes his mouth and places the drink on the floor by her feet.
The light on the camera blinks red and Jay stares at it for a few moments, jolting when Rj leans forward and music floats out a small box on the table. Wide eyed and confused Jay looks towards their aunt, blinking as the music fades away.
“Welcome to hey E.W. I’m RJ City and I'm here with my guest this week, Gray Orton. Hey!”
Jay blinks silently for a few moments whispering “hey…” RJ smiles and Jay breathes a sigh of relief. Interviews had never been a strong point in his career but RJ’s eyes are soft and inviting and the stress that squares Jay’s shoulders melts away slowly.
“So.” There’s a shuffling of papers and a sip of wine. “You’re from chicago. Yes?”
“Yeah. Born and raised.” They glance at the camera man who rolls his hand for the two of them to continue. The silence doesn’t feel awkward but it makes anxious warmth flood the bottom of their stomach. “Which people find weird since y-y’know Ortons and..and Saint louis.” Jay they chuckle and the other woman smiles, glancing over her glasses at her.
“Yes. They do go together quite well. Anyway, Chicago. Are you familiar with the work of the villainess and star Velma Kelly? They say she murderer her husband you know. If you were to end up in a cell block what would you have done?”
Jay blinks soundlessly for a few moments, picking up and tapping theri can of drink with round nails before going. “Murder.” RJ raises both eyebrows and Jay squirms awkwardly, pushing long sleeves over their hands before draining the can.
The two of them sit in silence for a few moments before RJ crosses her legs and flicks through the papers. “Right….So the female division. You are clearly not a female. I clearly am.” She gestures to herself and Jay stifles a small giggle, nodding in agreement.
“Yes. Trans women are women and I am only a part-time woman. Only when it's funny.” RJ seems to find that funny, laughing . Jay laughs too and leans back.
“Would you tag team with someone like Brit Baker?”
“No.” Jay answers quickly, raising a hand to cover their mouth. “You know about my Dentophobia. I have nothing against Brit, she's great and I am-” Jay pauses, not sure how to politely state that she sometimes screws Brit’s boyfriend on the weekend. “Involved with her boyfriend. I just hate what she does for a living.”
RJ nods, patting Jay on the knee before pulling back and shifting their weight to rest against the chairs. Jay keeps his back straight, hands now resting on her lap as she pulls a knee close to his chest. He rests his chin against his knee and smiles.
“You already have a tag team. The Blackpool Combat Club-”
“Yeah. They’re like my family. They're great! Wheeler especially. Im sorry he couldn't turn up by the way-”
“Yes yes. Maybe next week, tell him that I would like to see him, yes?” RJ rolls theri wrist and Jay cracks a half smile, tilting their head to the side as he listens as the woman continues the question. “You’ve seemingly been adopted by one Jon Moxley. Tell me about that.”
“Mox is like my brother. He’s completely insane but a great laugh and sometimes, rarely but sometimes, gives ya good advice. Hits like a bitch though which is great for when we’re tag teaming-”
“We’ll fix the cursing in post!” RJ jumps in and Jay stares down the camera in apology, mouthing a small ‘sorry’ down the lense before looking back towards their aunt. “Do you have a tag team name? And what would it take to get Moxley on the show? Does he answer your phone calls?”
Jay chuckles, shaking his head. “Not really, he doesn't really understand technology. Gr-Regal sometimes calls us the violent brothers. So if we had to pick a tag name maybe that?” Zey shrugs, placing both feet back on the floor. Jay taps the lapel microphone and removes it. Squirming out of their hoodie is easy and she's careful to place the microphone on the open collar of his stolen shirt.
“Well that shirt looks very familiar.” RJ's voice takes a playfully flirtatious edge and Jay raises an eyebrow, letting their eyes wander down across dark blue, tasseled fabric and a blush coats the apples of their cheeks. “Does that belong to a certain cowboy?”
Jay swallows, feeling the last of the energy drink bubbling up his throat. “Yeah.” There's an aura of fake confidence floating off the simple word and Jay glances towards the camera again, staring down the lense at Adam, apologizing for the questions that are bound to tumble out of their aunt's mouth.
Rj’s head tilts forward, gazing over the rim of her glasses, eyebrow raised in surprise. “Are you close with Adam Page?”
Suddenly Jay remembers teeth pressing against the pulsepoint of his neck, eager hands tumbling over thighs. Heavy breaths and eager whines slip into his ears and Jay is quick to remove his hearing aids, pretending to fiddle with the settings before replacing them back. “You could say that, Kenny too. And Cole…and Wheeler. We’re a partnership.”
“Like partners in crime? Partners in love? Could you give me any more details?”
“Both. All. Whatever way ya thinking, that's what we are.” Jay leaks confidence and pride, bolstered by the memories that circle in their head and the blush that creeps across the base of his neck and the heat pooling deep in his stomach.
“Okay….” The word is drawn out and RJ rolls her eyes, making eye contact with the man behind the camera. He raises his hand and wiggles his fingers. “How would that even work?”
Jay giggles. “With great difficulty. But it does…they’re great people. .” theri voice is softer now, calmer as Jay breathes in the smell of Hangman off the stolen shirt. “Is this done? I have training in an hour and Regal won’t be happy if I’m late. He’s already slapped me once and-” Jay rubs her jaw and their aunt nods, flicking through their notes quickly.
“Well I have learnt absolutely nothing from this interview but it has been fun. Tune in next week where we’ll have another guest who won’t admit to crimes as calm as that. I have been RJ City-”
“And I’ve been Gray Orton!” Jay raises their hand and waves “goodnight everybody!”
Music starts and ends and the light on the camera finally turns off. RJ slumps against the chair and tilts the mug against his mouth, pulling it away to shake the last drops of red wine onto his tongue. “You did great kiddo. But seriously what's the deal with you and the others?”
“Nothing…and everything.” Jay mumbles, pulling their phone out of their pocket. It flashes, vibrates in a pattern that indicates texts and the warmth in Jay’s stomach burns brighter as he scrolls through the pictures Kenny had sent him. “Sorry I have to go auntie.” Jay lets their phone screen turn dark.
“How did you get five wonderful men when I can’t even get one”? RJ asks, standing to help Jay shrug on her hoodie.
“I ask myself that all the time…Claudio is free. Would you like me to ask if he wants to go to dinner? I watched the interview Auntie. We all saw how you looked at him- just ask him out, he won’t stop talking about ya”
RJ turns a dull shade of red and Jay chuckles. “Sure. What's the worst that could happen with Claud and I?”
Jay giggles, walking towards the exit. “You could get a handsome young man to spoil you rotten?”
“Is that what yours do?” RJ asks, following Jay to their car. Jay is silent until he’s behind the wheel.
“Only if I’m good.” The engine turns over, spluttering before starting to purr. “I have to go. A certain cowboy is getting a little tied up without me.”
The car backs away. Leaving RJ chuckling and waving goodbye. Three hours later her phone buzzes. A text from Claudio
There is a restaurant I want to take you too. Wear something nice. ;)
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Hi can you do one where Roman and Ruby try bdsm for the first time?
"If you are laughing, I'm not doing this right.” Ruby whined.
Roman covered his mouth and held back another laugh. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, you’re doing fine.”
She huffed at him and gripped the riding crop a bit harder. “This was your idea.”
“I remember it being your idea.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“No, you’re the one that said we should spice things up.”
“Ah, but you said you wouldn’t mind being the one in leather.” He smirked up at her.
Ruby narrowed her eyes at him. “And now you’re laughing at me. Am I not sexy enough? Or intimidating enough?”
“You’re always sexy,” He leaned towards her.
She raised a brow at him. “And?”
“You’re plenty intimidating.” Roman nods gravely
Ruby took a step towards him. Her knee-high boots clacked against their wood floor. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, thankful that the leather corset didn’t squeak.
“Now you’re being a good boy.” The words rolled off her tongue naturally.
“Am I?” he makes wide innocent eyes.
“I think I’m the one that is supposed to be asking the questions around here.” She held onto the whip and uncrossed her arms.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled.
“I’m sorry, what?” She thwacked him with the riding crop across the face.
Roman hissed in pain and put his hand to his cheek.
“Oh! I hit you too hard didn’t I?” She dropped the whip and moved forward to put her hand on his cheek. “I’m sorry.” She repeated it a few times.
Roman laughed again.
“You’re laughing. Why are you laughing?” She pulled her hand back.
“Because it didn’t hurt that bad, besides you’re supposed to strike me,” He put his hands on her hips and tugged her into his lap. “And I liked it.”
Ruby sat with her back against his chest.
She raised a brow at his words. “Oh?” She asked but then she felt him pressing against her through his slacks. “Oh.” Her voice dropped lower and fell into a more amused tone.
“We just need a little more practice.” He muttered, leaning in to kiss her neck.
“Agreed,” She rolled her ass back against him. “Maybe I should look up some videos.”
“Only if I can watch them with you.��� He gripped onto her hips again.
“Of course, it wouldn’t be any fun if you didn’t.” She giggled, rubbing her butt against him. She could feel him getting harder, turning her on even more.
“Red.” He moaned out.
She stood and let him get his pants and boxers down to his knees. Ruby got enough clothing out of the way that he had full access to her. He pulled her back a little so she could hover over his cock. He gripped onto it and dragged it through her slit.
“oh.” She whispered.
She slid down onto him and held onto him as she thrust backward. Holding onto her and meeting her every movement. It felt so good. The way he filled her and rubbed against that sweet spot. Snaking his hand around to her front and found her clit. He started to push her closer to orgasm.
Ruby’s body trembled on top of him. Her walls squeezed him tight just as he started to come undone as well. He tugged her back against him and held her still as he filled her. He choked out her name and moaned even louder.
It was a few moments later when Ruby slumped back against him. Her walls still fluttered around him with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“That… was awesome.” She breathed out.
Roman gave a lazy laugh.
Ruby pulled off of him only to turn around and kiss him. She straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. “We should definitely look into those videos later.
“Mhmm.” He lay back in the bed, taking her with him.
She giggled against his lips. “I’m looking forward to practicing.”
“Me too.” He reached back and squeezed her bare ass cheeks.
She squeaked and leaned back enough to smack his arm. “Naughty boy.”
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Morrey: mhmm
*Vibrant clapped, not knowing what was going on, but still felt happy enough to clap. Soon enough, Ruin and Loveshot landed through the portal with Sin.*
Loveshot: Hellloooo~! Oh, look at my nieces and- ...wait, where's my nephew? I swear he was here. Where is he? *She looked around, making a little squeak of concern each time she did.*
Ruin: I'm sure he's fine.
Vibrant: Auntie!
Ruin: Hey pipsqueak. Heheh. Hm... *She started at Vibrant a bit.*
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Fancy Dresses
Summary: Felicity finds a young Naomi hiding under her bed, sniffling to herself with her favorite blanket. A conversation is had.
Notes: This is your reminder that Naomi is trans. She's 8 at the time of this small story, 3 years after Soul's death.
I'm making a point to not use Naomi's deadname here, partly because I never thought of it and also because it's honestly unnecessary. So I'll just be referring to Naomi as Naomi outside of dialogue. Within dialogue, she'll be referred to with nicknames and gender neutral terms ( something that both Soul and Felicity were doing long before Naomi was born anyway). Hopefully this isn't too confusing.
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" There you are!" Felicity gasps, crouching under Naomi's bed, seeing the sniffling child curled up in a ball. She holds her favorite blanket- one that Felicity thought she outgrew- snuggling close to it fit comfort.
" Hop's been worried sick," Felicity says, sliding her hand out to her child, " What's wrong, pup? Hop mentioned something at school...?"
Naomi sniffs, wiping any tears threatening to fall. She's silent for a bit, then speaking in only a whisper.
" We....we got to dress up today. For a mini play. I-I saw a fancy dress in on of the boxes,".
" Mhmm..." Felicity hums, patiently waiting for her child to continue. Naomi visible becomes more shy, bringing her blanket to her face.
" I wanted to wear it. I thought it was really pretty. B-but," Naomi begins to sniffle again, wiping her tears before they could fall, " but Mandy took it away and said boys can't wear fancy dresses. She called me silly,"
Anger quickly flares in Felicity's chest, one that she quickly extinguished. That is for later. Comforting her kid is more important.
" I see....did you know that your father would wear dresses?" This peaked Naomi's interest, as she pokes her head out from underneath her bed.
" Really?"
" Yep!" Felicity sits up from her crouching position, tapping the floor next to her, gesturing for Naomi to sit with her, which the young child does.
" Did he wear fancy dresses?"
" The fanciest. Did I ever show you those pictures?" Naomi shakes her head no, " Remind me to do that later. He was absolutely stunning. Make a girl swoon, I tell ya," Felicity fans herself, getting a giggle from Naomi.
" Mum!" Naomi giggles, giving her mother a playful push. Felicity chuckles, bringing Naomi is close for a side hug.
" Your not silly for wanting to wear a dress. Boys can wear fancy, or any type of dress if they want to. Mandy is the ones that's silly," Felicity says firmly. Naomi smiles a bit, looking up at her mother, but slowly looks down, her smile turning into a frown. Oh?
" But....but I don't want to be a boy in a fancy dress. I want the be a girl in fancy dress,"
Oh. Oh. Okay.
" That's fine," Felicity rubs Naomi's shoulder, rocking her a bit, " You can be a girl in a fancy dress. Or a girl in any dress. Or a girl in anything,"
" You'll still me my little melody," she boops her daughters noise, causing Naomi to blink. Her eyes see to shine a bit, but there's still the underlaying worry in them.
"Really?"
" Really,"
"....Would Dad still like me as a girl?" Felicity's heart shatters.
" Oh sweetheart, of course! Yes, he would still like you as a girl. He loves you no matter what, okay? No matter what,".
" R-really?" Naomi squeaks, inching closer to her mom.
" Really, really."
Felicity brings Naomi in for a hug, to which Naomi gladly accepts.
" How about we go shopping? We can get all the fancy dresses you want....that we can afford," Naomi's eyes shine,a grin spreading across her face as she jumps up.
" Really?! Oh, yes please!" She starts running out the door, " I gotta tell Hoppy!" She exclaims, and Felicity can hear the front door open and close, with the child screaming for her best friend. Felicity never heard Naomi scream so loudly.
" Hear that Soul? She sounds so excited...." Felicity lifts herself up from the floor, dusting herself off. She looks up at the ceiling, maybe even past that, her eyes becoming glassy, " I wish you were here to see her face. Wish you could share that moment with us," She sighs, and starts to walk about of Naomi's room. She hears two children screaming now, their joyous yells probably being heard all the way to Wedgehurst.
Felicity chuckles again, and heads towards her room. She should still have that old sewing equipment with her....
#r rambles#legendverse#oc: naomi einar#i really hope this wasn't confusing#i just wanted to write something sweet#soon after this naomi actually ends up choosing her name Naomi#and yes hop kinda already knew. especially from his experiences with Leon#the ending is set up for Felicity to make naomi a dress from stratch#only it takes 2 years to complete due to work taking care of a child by herself and her just not being the best at it#she got it down eventually and naomi loved it so much
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Yondu X Reader
This is the first time I've done a Yondu X reader fanfic, I hope that you enjoy it! Warnings: fluff, language: Ass.
There he was, clueless... Oblivious to his secret admirer sitting right next to him. He seemed meanacing and scary; However, under that, he was truly affectionate. You loved him for that. He smiled and looked back at you. You quickly broke eye contact so he wouldn't see you red in the face. Quill stared at you giving you a puzzled look. You quickly got up embarrassed and ran to the restroom. "What happend to her?" Quill asked. Rocket shrugged. You quickly got over your embarrassment and cleared your throat. You heard a knock. "Y/N? You okay in there?" Quill asked "I'm fine!" You replied. you unlocked the door and came out. "I'm fine! Fine fine.." you repeated. Quill was visibly confused. He looked at you "If you say so.." he shrugged and walked away. Yikes, Yondu made your legs feel like jelly. The way he looked at you was your kryptonite. You walked back in and sat a couple inches away from him. "What the matter girlie?" He asked you "What?" You squeaked. He chuckled "I may be a tough pirate, but I can tell when someone isn't herself." He gave you a side smile. You blushed. He winked at you. Was he flirting? This wasn't like him. No, no it couldn't be, it's too good to be true. "You know, when I joined the guardians..." His voice trailed off to you as you stared at his shirtless body. He was very fit, dreamily fit. "Y/N?" Rocket called to you. "Huh?" You replied "Yondu asked if you wanted him to show you how to make arrows." He crossed his arms "Mhmm! Sure." You nod. He got up and led the way to a room. No one was around, just you and Yondu. He smirked at you. Yep, he was definitely flirting. "They probably ought to not let us alone." He chuckled. You blushed once again. You both stared out the window. "Girlie, I know you have feelings for me." He smirked "Yo-you do?" You asked knowing the answer already. Smug, he pursed his lips "Yea, You ain't a bad looking woman." You started to wonder where this was going. He wrapped his arms around you. He placed a kiss on your neck chuckling. He smirked. You were so in shock you couldn't say anything. He placed one hand on your head so he could stroke your long hair; and placed the other on your ass. You smiled as your eyes widened, before closing them. You placed your head to his chest, to where you could hear his heart beating. "Shh Y/N." He looked around and made sure no one was around to hear your loving exchange. He sat down. Placing you on his lap kissing your cheek. A second later someone walked through the hall. He sat up and you followed. "Wha-?" Quill said giving you both a weird look. "I probably shouldn't leave you two alone." He winked at you. You gave him a "seriously!?" Look. "Come on you two, It's dinner time. Drax's cooking." You both walked out, then give each other a sly look. @shyficwriter
#reader insert#marvel#mcu rp#gotg x reader#yondu x reader#peter quill#yondu udonta#guardians of the galaxy#star lord#gamora#drax#rocket raccoon
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Feels Like part 5
Niall Horan x Y/n swift
Story Masterlist
I love this one, its my favorite till now! Really cute moments between Niall and Y/n
In Todays Episode: "Y/n, I would love to meet you again " "God I forget we've met before, Everything with you feels like the first time again "
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" You lil shits, you tricked me "
" do it ! Tell us ! "
" who says I dare you to answer with the truth when someone chooses dare! " y/n said exasperated.
" we're all drunk, it doesn't even matter! " shouted Austin trying to silence everyone
"Exactly, we won't even remember this tomorrow! " harry said drawling like professor Snape in potions class.
" fine !! " y/n finally huffs.
" ok read us the text you wrote to Niall after planning it for 20 minutes " says Taylor , gulping down her glass of wine.
They had all gathered for a night in before y/n went of to college which was (conveniently ) in London, and ended up getting drunk of their asses and being the idiot she is she suggested playing truth or dare, purely because she knew all of them were too chicken to do any dares so she could get whatever secrets out of them that she wanted. But what she (stupidly) didn't think about was that it would be her turn too.
" how do you even know that? " y/n asked looking surprised
" I could hear you backspacing and typing on and on " replied Austin smirking the same way as he had when he snitched to their mom that y/n had been hoarding twinkies in her room for a month. ( in her defense.... there is no defense she just really loved them)
" I really need to get my own apartment " she mumbled to herself.
"If you must know, it was a question, I was going to ask him if he wanted to meet up while he was in London when I will be at school " she replied embarrassed.
" wait, going to ? You haven't asked him yet?" Harry's asks.
" NO ! God it just felt like I would like to desperate or like a creep ! "
" god you need to stop and make a move !" Taylor says to her shaking her shoulders.
" says you, miss 'oh I'm not gonna call him when he's in London, I don't want him to think that I think about him all day' " y/n replies mimicking (badly) a 21 year old Taylor.
Harry looks towards Taylor with his eyebrows furrowed and lips smirking.
Austin pours himself another glass and says " I'm going to go upstairs. Don't go to laser tag without me"
" WE'RE NOT GOING ANYMORE " y/n shouts back to him as he's halfway up the stairs.
" we were going to go to laser tag? " harry ask rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah initially, y/n loves it " says taylor finishing of the bottle of wine.
"Nothing is better than ruining some lanky 12 year Olds birthday party " y/n says to him with a devilish smirk.
And to be honest harry looks kinda creeped out.
He gets up and starts towards the kitchen.
" OH COME ON! ITS NOT LIKE THEY CAN ACTUALLY PLAY THAT GOOD! FUCKING AMATEURS "
Taylor smiles and follows him too.
" Please don't do it on the kitchen island!" y/n says to her, as she squirms. which causes Taylor to promptly throw a pillow at her and harry shout from the kitchen " Disgusting! you lot are disgusting"
This leaves y/n alone looking at her phone full of contacts and drunk, probably the worst combination ever.
And then suddenly she calls up someone without even thinking once.
Hes not going to pick up. Hes not going to pick up
"Hello?" Greets an Irish accent.
Y/n squeaks, literally like a mouse.
"Y/n?"
There's only one option now, act as though you drunk called him (which isn't far from the truth) accidentally
"Hiya!" She says back finally
"Oh hey! Y/n , how are ya? "
"Fan-fucking-tastic"
"Mhmm sure you don't sound like that, are you drunk right now? "
" I don't understand what that means, care to elaborate? "
"Sure" he chuckles " you see when you consume more than the average amount of liquid called alcohol you tend to lose control of your actions and fall into a state called drunk "
" Ahh drunk! I'm familiar with the institution!"
"I hope not too familiar, anyways where are you? are you in a safe place? "
" yes Taylors apartment in NYC "
"And who all are with you?"
"My drug dealer, my fourth grade teacher and my ex boyfriend "
"WHAT?"
" I'm kidding! Harry, Taylor and Austin "
"Good God almighty "
" you sound cute when you say that "
"Why thank you " he chuckles once again.
"I also have to tell you something and ooh ask you something too ! "
" I'm all ears " he chuckles believe it or not again.
" I really like talking to you, like a lot like "
" I really really really like talking to you too"
"You sure?"
"I'm sure"
"Also I study in London"
"I'm aware "
"So like I was wondering if we could meet up ya know and like you don't need to feel obliged to say yes or something, but i would really like to-"
"Y/n " he stops her rambling "I would love to meet you again "
"God I forget we've met before, Everything with you feels like the first time again "
" that's beautiful "
"Your beautiful "
"You are too, you know"
she laughs for a bit
" what?" he asks
"nothing nothing its just that I've heard so many people say that to me before but this is the first time I've felt like I have butterflies in my stomach"
"butterflies? "
"yeah..." she yawns softly.
he chuckles, yet again (He's doing a lot of that today!)
"Now I think you should go to sleep, you seem like your already half asleep, Sleep off the alcohol " he advises.
"Mmm okay, bye beautiful "
" goodbye buttercup "
End of call
The next day
#niall#horan#niallhoran#twitter#inst#instagram#Messages#taylor#ts#tswift#taylorswift#yn#y/n#niallhoranxreader#harry#harrystyles#louis tomlinson#zayn#zaynmalik#liam#liampayne#zendaya#tomholland#powerpuff girls#blossom#buttercup#bubbles#louis#tswizzle#taytay
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Just Rest
Summary: The reader is sick but is determined to stay in school and it takes her friends to get her to go home and her boyfriend, Luke, to actually relax.
Words: 1.4k
Warnings: none except maybe a little bit of over working and tickling
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Julie wasn't really paying attention to the world around her until she noticed her two best friends having a conversation at least 18 feet apart for some reason.
"No you are not going to your next class you're going home," Flynn argued.
"Flynn, I'm fine!" you yelled back. You wouldn't have chosen to yell, especially with how your throat was feeling; but Flynn wouldn't come within 12 feet of you.
You noticed Julie approaching and saw your moment to cry for help.
"Julie please tell Fl-" you had started to say but Flynn was quicker than you.
"Please tell y/n to go home because she's sick." She proudly crossed her arms at the fact that she beat you.
Julie turned to you with her eyebrows raised both from confusion but her lips quirked up.
"Y/n are you sick?" she asked, as she walked up to you.
"No, I just have a cold," you stated; though you could feel the congestion building in your head
"You look miserable," Julie commented.
"Right?!? That's what I said!" Flynn yelled.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "Seriously, guys I'm fine."
Julie knew how stubborn you were but she was just as stubborn as you, and she was quick on her feet.
"If I check your forehead and it's warm, you are going home."
"Fine," you agreed.
Julie placed the back of her hand on the top of your forehead.
You mentally willed your forehead not to be warm.
She paused for a moment trying to decipher if it was warm.
"Flynn come here," Julie said.
"Oh nuh-uh I love her but I am not getting sick," Flynn quipped.
Julie bit down on a chuckle, "I'll put on hand sanitizer, I just can't tell if she's warm."
Flynn reluctantly let Julie touch her forehead before she walked over to you.
"Oh yep, you're definitely warm," she concluded.
"Okay yes, I do feel sick, but I have a math quiz next period," you admitted.
"Y/n the math quiz will be waiting for you when you get back, I swear," Flynn reassured you.
"But I need to-" you started.
"Y/n I will drag your ass out of this school; we need you on Friday for the gig so go home and rest. Please?"
To be honest you were exhausted and didn't have your usual resolve. So you agreed.
You walked into the main office, which confirmed you had a fever before driving yourself home.
When you got home you made yourself a warm cup of tea. It wasn't very good but it did make your throat feel better so it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. You changed into short sleeves and shorts in case you started getting heat flashes from your temperature. You then settled into bed to watch netflix for a bit. You couldn’t really decide what you wanted to watch but you ended up going for a baking show. After a few hours of lounging around you figured you had taken enough of a break and figured it was time to do some homework. You pulled out this week’s history homework as you started reading the chapter and answering questions. After a short while you saw that someone was trying to facetime you, you looked over to see it was Julia calling.
“Hey Jules how was school?” you asked.
“It was good. I just wanted to check up on you and see how you were doing,” she said as you watched her walk into the studio.
“I mean I’m still not feeling the best but I’ve been in my bed the past couple of hours.” You shifted the camera so you could lay down and still see your phone.
“Y/n?” Julie asked.
“Yeah?” you responded absentmindedly stoking your blanket.
“Did I just see the history homework for this week?”
You grimaced and sighed. “Would you believe me if I said no?”
Julie groaned, “Y/n first of all you are lucky I love you and secondly, do not make me send your boyfriend over there,” she threatened, in a halfway joking manner.
You saw her turn and speak and you knew that she had to be talking to one of the guys since you couldn’t see them through phones.
After a few seconds of mumbling Julie turned back around to face you. “Luke says he is more than happy to keep you company.” She tried to keep her face neutral but she had a certain amount of smugness that you couldn’t help but notice.
You looked in the general direction of where you assumed Luke to be. “It’s okay Luke, thank you, but I’m fine. I’m just going to finish this history homework and then I’ll be done,” you promised.
“Luke wants to know when that’s due,” she said, with a knowing look in her eyes.
You tightly pulled your lips in before mumbling that it was next Tuesday; suddenly you chose to become very interested with your pillows.
You didn’t see it but Julie had turned around to talk to the guys. “I didn’t want to have to do this but we need her for Friday and we can spare you today, so Luke, you’re up.”
In a second your very smug looking boyfriend was in your room. He promptly flopped onto your bed, and partially landed on top of you.
You winced slightly and a slight hiss of pain escaped your mouth, but it definitely let Julie know that he was there
“Okay great, since you are a ghost you won’t be able to catch what she has.”
“You got it Jules.” Luke agreed, but now she couldn’t hear him.
“I’m going to go practice, and Luke your job is to make sure she rests. Bye, love you two.”
“Bye love you too,” you said as she waved. You sat yourself slightly up to look at your boyfriend. You propped yourself up with your hands since you couldn’t currently move your legs since they were being layed on.
“How’s it going down there?” you asked.
“Good, your bed is really soft,” Luke commented as he buried his face into it.
You tried to pick up your homework quietly but Luke quickly caught on to what was happening and snatched it out of your hands.
“Hey!” You tried to snatch it back but Luke held it behind his back.
After several failed attempts at trying to get it back Luke cracked into a smile.
“When are you going to give up, y/l/n?” he asked, chuckling.
“When you give me my homework back, Patterson,” you retorted, trying to make another grab for your papers. As you reached up to grab it, you felt his hand tweak your side and you shot back down.
“I’m sick, so that’s not allowed.”
Luke pinned you in place with his eye contact. “Well then you are definitely not ‘allowed’ to be doing homework, especially when it’s due a week in advance.”
“But Luke-” you had started to say but Luke reached over and tasered your ribs.
You squeaked but you otherwise couldn’t move.
Luke got up to put your work back in your backpack before climbing back on top of your bed again.
He smirked over at you. “And if you try to touch it again, I will tickle you.”
You raised your hands in surrender.
“Yeah that’s what I thought,” he said as he crawled over top of you and softly kissed your forehead.
He rolled over to your side and pulled you closer into him. You were ever so thankful when you and Julie figured out you could touch them, cuddling had practically become a pastime for you and Luke.
As you drew closer to him he wrapped his arms around your midsection. He asked if he could rub your back, which you said yes to, because you could never turn it down.
Luke stoked up and down your back, ever so lightly. You layed like this for minutes, both enjoying one another’s presence.
When he hit spot in between your shoulder blade and spine that made you melt further into him, he took pity on your weakened, sick state, and choose not to comment it,
“Do you still feel like you need to do your homework now?” he teased.
“Mhmm, maybe,” you sleepily said.
“Is that so?” he asked, though it most likely rhetorical as had moved one of his hands to lightly scribble at the back of your neck.
“Adachckk! Okhahah, nohohoh!” you giggled out.
“Mhmm, I think you might need some more convincing princess,” Luke mocked.
“Nohohoh!” you screeched; but your laughter was already starting to get wheezy and you were coughing, so Luke stopped.
He pulled the blankets tighter around the two of you, and pulled you in closer. “Goodnight gorgeous,” he whispered; and placed a tender kiss on your lips. Soon enough you were a mess of tangled limbs, but you were fast asleep in Luke’s arms.
#q&t- jatp#q&t- x reader#luke patterson#luke patterson x reader#luke patterson imagine#luke patterson oneshot#julie and the phantoms#luke jatp#julie jatp#jatp#jatp fanfic#reader x luke patterson#luke patterson x y/n#julie and the fat ones#reader insert#ler luke patterson#jatp tickles#quillsandtyposwrites
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Congratulations for your follower milestone!!! Prompt if you like: Jaskier's first winter at Kaer Morhen and he finds out about the witcher cuddle pile in front of the fire every evening and is delighted to be invited to join them.
Thank youuu~ You have discovered my largest weakness. Cuddle piles! This was a wonderful prompt. I hope you like it :)
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There were certain things in Jaskier's life that fell prey to exceptionally high standards. His students at Oxenfurt, the wine in Toussaint, or the longevity of the colours of his doublets to name a few examples. But all of them were dwarfed by the looming shadow that was the ruin of Kaer Morhen.
But honestly, who could blame him? Everyone knew he had a soft spot for history and legends, he was a bard after all. And what was Kaer Morhen but the decaying visualisation of said stories? What were witchers but living and breathing ballads and epics?
He vividly remembered his days in Lettenhove when his tutor had first mentioned the ancient castle that was now crumbling beneath the crushing burden of centuries, still defiant even after being sacked nearly a century prior, but rotting. The waves of time lapped at its foundations and soon it would see its end, consumed by the ocean of the ages that eventually wore down everything created by humankind. That evening he had stolen the tome his tutor used to torture him and practically inhaled the section about Kaer Morhen.
And then he had met Geralt — of course he had met Geralt, of all witchers, who suffered from selective muteness whenever he tried to ask him about his childhood. The little information he had been able to glean had barely been enough to conjure up an even more grandiose image than before.
In his dreams Kaer Morhen was an enchanted fortress, frozen in time and ice and snow. It was cloaked in an eerie charm, abrasive and inviting at once. Maybe there were even some vines encapsuling it in a thorny coffin, like in that fairy tale he had been told as a child. In any case it was majestic. Monumental. Mind-blowingly magnificent, even.
He had never experienced a worse disappointment in his entire life.
Alright, maybe he wasn't quite fair to the damp old thing, but after weeks of freezing his balls off while traipsing through the late autumn Kaedwen mountains he really shouldn't be blamed.
Despite Geralt equipping him with a whole new wardrobe fit for a winter up-north both of them had arrived shivering and soggy. Never in his life had he been more thankful for a bed with scratchy furs and lumpy pillows.
Since then a week had passed, but he hadn't quite forgiven the castle of his dreams, the frankly heinous journey it preceded yet. Not only was Geralt's home in the middle of fucking nowhere, it was also icy and drafty and, on a bad day, even snowy.
Jaskier had known, of course, that Kaer Morhen was a ruin. He just hadn't imagined it quite so... ruined, if he was honest. Nor had he imagined himself being tasked with aiding in the never-ending string of repairs that appeared to fill the majority of the winter days for the four remaining witchers of the wolf school and Coen, the last of the griffins. 'Oh, that's a title for the songs,' he thought as he handed Geralt a hammer.
"Are you alright?" the witcher asked from somewhere above him, where he was fixing a broken beam of the truss.
"Who, me?" Jaskier answered and tucked his frigid fingers into his armpits. "Of course, why are you asking?"
There was an alarming creak from above followed by the CLANG CLANG CLANG of a hammer. "Because I can hear your jittering from here. Are you dressed warm enough?"
He scoffed. "Who are you? My mother?"
The hammering stopped. "Well, are you?"
Jaskier couldn't help but smile. "Yes, Geralt. I'm a good lad who's wearing his undershirt, knitted sweater and lined gloves."
"And the woollen hose Vesemir gave you?"
"And the woollen hose Vesemir gave me."
"Good. Let's go back, it's getting late." There was some shuffling that meant Geralt was packing up. Moments later he dropped out of the rafters to land before Jaskier.
"Gracious gods!" he squealed and leapt back. "Geralt, you know I hate it when you do that!"
"I know," he said with a smile and began walking down the hall, "and you know that you mustn't get sick here. There's only so much we can do about pneumonia up here."
"Hmph," he answered and hurried after him, "I'm trying. Which is why you don't see me complaining."
Geralt shot him a condescending look.
"Alright, alright," he amended generously, "I'm only complaining a little. But honestly, why didn't you tell me I'd freeze my buttocks to the benches if I sit down too long?"
He snorted a laugh. After a short pause, he added solemnly: "I thought you wouldn't want to come, then."
"Not want to come? Have you listened to a word I've said since meeting you? I mean, of course you haven't, that's a rhetorical question, darling, but still. I've wanted to come here since... forever! And even if you'd told me, do you seriously think I'd have listened? Don't be ridiculous, I never listen to your warnings."
"True," Geralt agreed. "Still, no one comes to Kaer Morhen on their own volition."
"Do I look like no one to you?"
He squinted at him to size him up. "Hmm."
Jaskier laughed and punched his shoulder. "Arsehole."
"Perhaps I am," Geralt answered with a sly smile.
"Probably you are."
"Maybe."
"Definitely!"
The witcher pouted, which, quite frankly, looked ridiculous. "Don't be mean, Jaskier. You're a guest, after all."
"Ugh," he said and rolled his eyes, "fine."
"Fine," Geralt agreed and opened the door to the Great Hall. It was the only room in the whole fucking keep that was reasonably warm, so Jaskier felt confident to remove at least one layer of clothing while Geralt put his tools away. He was in the process of folding his sweater, when he spotted Lambert and Eskel in the corner, tightly curled up against each other.
"Oh, uh, Geralt?" he whispered.
"Hmm?"
"Your, umm, your brothers. Should we better leave?"
"Bard," Lambert answered, "you know that we can fucking hear you, right?"
"Right!" he answered quickly. "Sorry. Geralt?"
But his witcher was already on his way to the two of them. Once he reached the layer of furs and carpets that blanketed the floor, he stripped his boots and sweater and flopped down unceremoniously on top of them.
Jaskier couldn't help but stare. Not for long of course, no stares could go unnoticed for long when it came to witchers, but still.
Eskel raised his head with an amused smile: "What? You won't join us?"
"So, that's how you keep warm!" the words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself. "I was already wondering how all of you survived these winters as children."
The three witchers shared an awkward gaze. "Not all of us," Eskel answered.
"Oh," Jaskier said. 'Oh shit,' he thought. "Well, uhmm, I'm leaving, then. Yup, that's me. Leaving this room. Sorry. Again. Or for the first time. Have a nice evening!"
"Jaskier," Geralt growled and lifted his head from Lambert's back, "don't be an arse."
"Oh, uhmm, I'm trying not to be," he laughed nervously. "Well, you know me. I'm always trying. Sometimes I'm even successful. Yay..." He was suddenly feeling much too warm, despite the freezing temperatures.
"Then stop fussing and get the fuck over hear," Lambert grumbled. "I won't listen to Geralt's bitchin' for another evening. Fifteen winters is more than fucking enough."
"Mhmm," Eskel agreed and yawned noisily. "Fifteen years of 'Ohh, Jaskier gives the best hugs' and 'He smells so nice'. Wouldn't shut up about you..."
"Excuse me?" he squeaked undignified. Jaskier awkwardly cleared his throat. "Excuse me?" he tried again.
"Geralt," Lambert hissed and kicked him into his stomach, "I think we broke your bard."
"Hmm?" he answered and turned his head sleepily towards him. He blinked a few times before his gaze cleared and his eyes focused on him. "Fuck," he muttered and slowly at up. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing!" Jaskier assured him too quickly. "It's, umm... it's just that this situation is a tad awkward. For me. You see, I never think before speaking, and sometimes words slip past that were never meant to see the light of day and I'm truly sorry for offending you-"
He was interrupted by bellowing laughter at that. "Oh, he's cute," Eskel said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.
"Fuckin' adorable," Lambert agreed. "Look, bard," he said and leaned onto his forearm, "we're witchers. It takes a whole fuckin' lot more to offend us."
"I know, I know, believe me!" He rolled his eyes. "It's one of your most infuriating qualities. And the competition is hard, just so you know. I've-"
"Jaskier," Geralt interrupted him gently. "Just come over here? Please?"
He huffed and uncrossed his arms. "Well, if you ask so nicely." Despite his prevalent discomfort he crossed over to them, sighing when Geralt wrapped his arms around his waist. "That's nice..."
"Mhmm," he agreed and dropped backwards, pulling a shrieking Jaskier with him.
"Geralt," he complained loudly, writhing in his arms, "warn me for fuck's sake! I could've crushed someone."
"Unlikely," Geralt declared and began pulling off his boots, before rearranging the surrounding limbs, until Jaskier was safely snuggled between the three witchers. For the first time since he had set foot into the Kaedwen mountains, he was finally warm again. Slowly, he felt himself drifting off to sleep.
It was almost too easy with three warm bodies curled around him, all of them intently listening to his breath evening out. He was almost asleep when they finally dared to speak up: "Fuck," Lambert whispered and cuddled closer, "he does give great hugs."
He couldn't help but smile and tighten his grip on his waist a bit.
"Yeah," Eskel agreed, "don't think I'll ever get up again."
"Don't think I'll give him back," Lambert said. Geralt growled and he laughed quietly. "What do you say, bard? Come with me in spring?"
Jaskier smiled and turned around to hug Geralt instead. "Not a fucking chance."
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Hellion
pairing: Jeonghan x female reader
genre: fluff, suggestive, idk what this is
warnings: cursing
word count: around 1.5k
A/N: Firstly, happy birthday to the Jeonghan, our con man. I know I'm a day late so forgive me for that. Secondly, I've no idea what the hell I wrote. I've cancelled two other drafts I wrote for his birthday cause none of them were coming together and in the end I've decided to post this shit. Anyway, your feedback would be really appreciated in this mess of a story :').
"What's Jeonghan doing here?" You hiss to Mingyu who has a hard time prying his eyes off of Chaeyeon. "I invited him. I never thought he'd actually come. I'm surprised too." He replies.
"Wha- why would you invite Jeonghan to my birthday party!" You glare at him to which he rolls his eyes, "Come on now, he's in our friend group. And college is almost over. You don't know when you'll see him again. Ogle him while he's still here." He smirks.
"What did you just s-"
"Oh come on, don't act like I don't know that he's your secret crush. Maybe make up with him and if you're lucky you'll get some good dick as a birthday present." Mingyu chuckles at your open mouth before scurrying away to avoid your wrath. You glare at his retreating figure before inhaling sharply. And before you can stop yourself, you start to look for him.
You spot Jeonghan at the large porch in the back of Mingyu's house, sitting in one of the porch seats while sipping beer. He looks dashing as always, his black hair messy, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight, his cheekbones getting a prominent shine. You sigh.
Jeonghan was an exhausting person to be around and maybe, he'd say the same for you. You've known him since highschool and after a particular incident of him spilling his banana milk all over your brand new scarf, you decided to call it war. To this day you believe that he did it on purpose because you told your homeroom teacher that he slept during his class.
After that it was like an unspoken rule- you two would bicker whenever you were in the same space. It only infuriated you that he was so good looking, smart, famous and the fact that you had some feelings developing for him. Each time you saw him with a girl you'd feel a bitter feeling all over and you could only hope that those feelings would pass over time. But no they didn't, they only grew- the small branches had formed a tree now, the roots planted deep in your heart.
"How long are you going to stand there and stare at me?" Jeonghan calls, without turning behind. You clear your throat before walking to him, "Didn't expect to see you here, fuck face."
"Can you not call me names for a day please? You're just jealous I'm good looking." He remarks drowning the can of beer.
You snort, "Haha. You wish, loser." You plop down beside him. "I see you've finished quite a few cans. What's up? Got ditched?" You poke him.
"What do you care?"
"You're ruining the mood here with all these sad aura around you. Go drink your sorrows away somewhere else, this is my party."
"Yet you are sitting with me and my sad auras."
"I came to tell you that," you scoff, crossing your arms over.
"Parties are not your thing, I know. And Mingyu wasn't shy on inviting people. It feels more like his birthday than yours." Jeonghan comments, still staring ahead. His words are true and they infuriate you. You can't help but get defensive, "What do you know, sad boy? I'm enjoying myself just fine."
"And yet you are sitting with me and-"
"Stop saying that, will you!" You snap. Jeonghan chuckles before looking at you. He unabashedly eyes you up and down, heating your cheeks up in the process.
"Nice dress," he murmurs. His words catch you off guard and you glare at him, "Stop staring at me, pervert."
"You were staring at me earlier."
"Seriously? Can you stop for one goddamn second?"
"You're the one who started it."
"That's it. I shouldn't have come here," you stand up to leave but to your utter surprise Jeonghan grabs your hand, sending your heart to a frenzy. "Wait."
You swallow nervously, heart thudding loudly in your chest as Jeonghan lets go of your hand and meets your eyes, "Sit down, I've a gift for you."
You frown, "You have a gift for me?" Jeonghan nods before sitting straight, setting down his can. "Before that, I need you to know something."
"W-what?"
"I really didn't spill my milk all over you intentionally that day." He meets your eyes.
You can't help but laugh out loud partially because he's still concerned about that and partially because you believe he's lying.
"Listen here, sad boy, I've put that well past me. And I know for a fact you did it on purpose so don't-"
"You didn't, ___. We've been fighting over that for our whole goddamn lives. And no, I'm not lying. I've no reason to. I never cared if you told our teacher shit or not." His chocolate orbs bore into yours and you swallow. The air surrounding you suddenly becomes thick and you start to feel jittery and maybe a slight amount of guilt. Is he really speaking the truth?
"W-whatever, I don't care anymore." You say, sitting down gently beside him.
"And yet you still hold a grudge against me," Jeonghan sighs. "Besides you're not even fun to fight with."
"What did you say?"
He laughs, his eyes forming crescents and the sweet melody echoing in the air. You quickly look away before he catches you staring, "I don't have all day. Where's my gift?"
"Yeah, right." From beside him he produces a bag that you didn't notice before. He hands it to you and you tentatively peek in, half expecting a bug to jump out.
To your utter surprise, a scarf that looks identical to the one he ruined lies there. A small gasp leaves your mouth.
"I bought it that day after I stained yours. I was going to give this to you as an apology but dear lord, you were on my ass the second I got to class next day." Jeonghan speaks and a blush coats your cheek leaving you feel vulnerable all of a sudden.
"I don't know what to say," You whisper more to yourself. Jeonghan chuckles, "I know, you're touched. It's okay, we're even finally."
You bite your lip and exhale loudly before meeting his eyes, "Thanks." Jeonghan moves his hand in a dismissive wave. "I thought I'd finally give it you, call it a truce. We'll probably never see each other again after this month and I wanted to depart on good terms."
Your throat constricts, an overwhelming sadness enveloping you. He's right, you two would probably never see each other again. His dad owns a huge business and he'd probably go abroad to manage it.
"You're right, let's call it a truce," you whisper staring at the scarf in your lap.
"Come on now, don't look so sad, sad girl," Jeonghan teases you and you roll your eyes. He's still the same.
He hands you a beer, "Have a drink with me to sign the truce." You quietly laugh, taking the can from him. You two share a comfortable silence, staring at the night sky, the music from the party fading into the background until Jeonghan decides to break it.
"I know you like me, ___." The words slip past his lips like it's the most casual thing ever. You choke on your beer before looking at him eyes wide like saucers, "W-what!"
Jeonghan slightly turns to face you, his features calm, "You don't have to act. I've known all along."
Oh. My. God.
Heat spreads all over your face like wildfire. Your first thought is that Mingyu told him. You chew your lip as you see no way out. "W-who told you?" You squeak.
"I've figured it out myself," He says nonchalantly, resting his head on his hand as you stares at you.
"You-you did?"
"Mhmm."
You fumble with the hem of your dress before murmuring out, "I-I should get going." You need to escape him. Forever.
But Jeonghan isn't done. He casually goes on, "I've always thought you were pretty. Even when you get red after losing an argument." You blush furiously as your palms sweat.
"You know I really had no intention of picking a fight with you but you...you were so desperate to bring me down. You always speak too much and I often think about the many ways I could shut your loud mouth. Such a shame, we would've made a great couple."
Your face feels like it's on fire by now. You swallow before nervously laughing, "I s-see what you're doing here...You're trying to p-prank me, asshole."
Jeonghan runs a hand through his hair, sighing, "See? There you go again, running that damn mouth." Your lips press together as you clench your fists, thinking of a way out. In the blink of an eye Jeonghan scoots closer to you and leans in to capture your lips in a kiss.
A squeak leaves your mouth as Jeonghan tilts your head, cupping your cheek. You want to pull back, smack him, call him names but you can only moan as his mouth slots against yours perfectly. Your tongues clash as you grab a fistful of Jeonghan's shirt, moaning.
When you pull back for air, you're mortified, wanting to be swallowed up by the ground. Jeonghan is totally calm as he takes in your messy state licking his lips.
"Do you want to continue?"
"W-wh-what?"
"I said do you want to continue this? If you don't want to I'll leave. If you do then you're coming home with me. Which one is it gonna be, ___?"
You bite your lip. Oh my God. This can't be happening.
You grit your teeth as every ounce of your resolve disappears, "I...I want you."
The smile on Jeonghan's face is victorious, a smile you've seen million times before, a smile that makes you week in the knees. "Good girl." He says encasing your lips in another kiss before standing up holding out his hand. "Come along, sweetheart. I'm gonna ruin you for any other man. Even when it's morning you'll only be thinking about me," he whispers in your ear before tugging you out of the porch- your heart hammering in your chest as you squeeze the scarf on your hand.
Fuck, you owe Mingyu a fruit basket or some shit now.
A/N 2: Also, that video of Jeonghan exercising made me 🥵🥵 this man is so infurating. I was literally dehydrated from watching that video.
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What happens in vegas stays in vegas 🎲
lil huddy x MGK x Mod Sun
Warnings:
Song: Free Love - Mod Sun
Colson's mouth dropped; he shot up into a sitting position when the words left Chase's mouth. "Did you just suggest a threesome with one of my best friends?" He wasn't sure he heard Chase right and he was shocked by what he thought he heard.
"Maybe..." Chase startled when Colson sat up quickly. "...yes" he picked at the sorry state of the chipped polish on his nails. "You don't have t-" Chase was cut off by Colson kissing him softly and looking at him with a curious expression.
Hearing the 'yes' Colson cracked a smile and took Chase's hands in his. "I'll have to catch him in the right mood" He said as he outstretched one of his legs. "So don't bank on it or anything." Colson admitted that Mod was good looking.
Looking away; Chaae covered his eyes; he was sure his face was red and he attempted to hide it in his hoodie when he was pulled into a cuddle..
♡ ♡ ♡
Chase had just walked into the living room when he heard Mod make a dig at Colson about the age difference between Kells and Chase. "Oh hell no" he mumbled under his breath and was about to walk back out when Colson answered.
"It ain't me we gotta worry about here" Colson looked up from the blunt he was rolling and grinned at Mod. “he’s the one with a thing for older men" He waved his hand in Chase's direction and winked at the boy. "You wouldn’t belive what he suggested in bed the other day”
"I find it hard to believe you aren't the one to worry about" Mod shrugged, wide eyed when Colson said it was Chase who was into older men. "Jesus...always the pretty ones" his eyes drew up to Chase who looked like a deer in the headlights.
Sealing the blunt; he looked at his friend and shook his head. "He casually dropped the words 'threesome and 'Mod Sun' in the same confession"
"Yo-" Chase froze on the spot when Mod's attention snapped back to him. "Uhmm..." he hadn't intended to be around when Colson mentioned it so he lacked a decent explanation.
Wondering why Colson brought it up; Mod looked from Chase back to Colson and caught the look Colson usually had when he was about to suggest something insane. "Oh n- Kells, you don't..." he managed a breath and sat up in the chair.
"I do ..." Colson leaned backwards and snapped his fingers a couple times to get Chase's attention. "I don't joke about that stuff and you know it Mod" He pulled Chase onto the couch when his boyfriend came over.
"I-" He looked at Chase again and chose his words carefully. "Is he ... serious?" Mod was more interested in hearing it from Chase, there was a more significant age gap between him and Chase than there was Chase and Kells.
Chase nodded and focused on the feel of Colson's hand on his shoulder. "It was ne who mentioned it" he said, his ears warm, a sign he was nervous. "Colson didn't know until then."
Couple days later
Mod typed out a message to Colson and ran a hand through his damp hair. 'As insane is it is, I'm saying yes' he bit his lip and jumped onto the counter and finished the message 'Vegas, the three of us, let's make it a weekend thing, Mod sent it and took a breath. "I might be crazy for saying yes but they're both cute"
Colson picked up his phone having just gotten out of the shower; reading Mods message; he grinned shaking his head. "Hey! Baby" He walked into his bedroom and crawled up the bed to Chase "Vegas? This weekend, Mod's idea, what happens in vegas stays in vegas" Colson kissed his boyfriend and hummed as Chase slipped an arm around his neck.
"Mmm" slipping an arm around Colson's neck; Chase pulled the man into a makeshift cuddle. "Yeah, sure that's fine" he mumbled and buried his head into Colson's neck.
♡ ♡ ♡ Vegas
Being his idea; Chase was a touch off put as he deffenitly wanted the threesome they'd planned but compared to both Mod and Kells, he was mostly inexperienced and feeling the 'pressure to perform.' It wouldn't have been a problem of it weren't for the fact that he was apparently struggling to get hard even with Kells's usual praise. "Got to do this a little differently, the usuals not doing it."
"That's not something to worry about" Colson's mind flitted through some of his past threesomes and had a lightbulb moment. "I might have an effective solution" He pressed a kiss to Chase's forehead before getting up. Colson dropped down between Mod's legs and looked up when one of his friends hands laced on his blonde locks. "Hey"
His eyes flicked downwards to Colson; a long ago familiar scene with Colson between his legs. "It's been a while" Mod's smile turned up as Colson's eyes crinkled at the corners. "Lets see if you still know what you're doing" He nudged Colson's cheek with his knee and sucked in a sharp breath when Colson kissed up the inside of his left thigh.
"The first time was a dare and I was bold enough to do it to spite Rook." He mumbled; kissing along Mod's thigh, mouthing at the base of his friends still clothed dick. "The brat really thought I was straight." Colson fliked his attention to Chase, grinning as the boys lip disappeared between his teeth. "You ain't the only one here who can suck dick, baby"
Something about Colson teasing the idea of sucking Mod's dick came off as hot to Chase and he hummed out a weak breath. "That's not news" Chase mumbled out; his breath catching as Mod's fingers tugged at Colson's hair as if telling him to get to it.
Mod rolled his eyes as Colson took his time; pulling him forward he locked his fingers against the back of Colson's head. "Less talking, Kells" he looked towards Chase and bit back a moan when Colson palmed him. "He always talks this much?"
Pulling Mod forward in the hotel room chair; he tugged the man's boxers down, Colson's lip grazed over his lips as Mod looked back to him again. Colson obliged Mods hand cupped his head; stroking his friends dick; he took the tip between his lips and sucked at it.
Seeing Colson submit to Mods will played with his mind and he ended up squeaking out a gentle moan as his boyfriend looked at him. "Not always"
Sighing out a relived moan; Mod looked down at Colson, fighting the urge to thrust into the man's mouth. "A little more, baby" he hummed; grinning as he heard a moan pass Chase's lips. Lightly pushing at the blondes head.
Colson wrapped a hand around the base of Mods dick and took some of it into his mouth. Humming around it; he sucked his cheeks inwards around his friend. His back straightened as Mod's fingers pulled him forward again.
Mod moaned out as Colson's checks moulded to his dick as the man sucked at it, a hand grabbed at his thigh as Colson's mouth relaxed a little. "Kerp going Kells" Sliding his dick inwards a little more, he bit his lip as Colson gestured for Chase to come over.
Even with his mouth housing Mods dick; Chase was happy to oblige to what Kells suggested as his boyfriend flicked his attention between his friend and himself. "Ohh..." letting himself be pulled into a kiss by Mod; he whined into it as Colson's free hand palmed him.
Seeing his boyfriend and his bestfriend kiss eachother sent a shiver through him and Colson removed his hand from mods dick. Pushing against mods hand; a heavy moan was halted as mod pushed him all the way down.
OOO
Both their attention turned to Chsse as they kissed up the boys thighs. Meeting in a kiss just below his boyfriend's dick; Colson sucked at Mod's lip and half giggled when mods tongue slipped past his own lips.
Mod pushed his tongue between Colson's lips and pulled him into a kiss; a hans gripping the man's ass. "Always my favorite fuck." He mumbled and winked as Chase easily invaded the kiss. "Hey there" mod chuckled as the boy pushed them off eachother.
Something in that kiss made Chase jealous and he took to his knees pushing Colson and Mod apart. "Kells might be a whore but he's mine." He said and kissed Mod; his hips arching forward against the older man as Colson's lips kissed up his neck.
"Yeah, he is" Mod shifted; his hands cupping the boys ass while they kissed. Nipping at the boy's lip, he moaned as Chase's obviously hard dick pressed against his thigh. "I'm not gonna steal him from you, Chsse" Mod carded his fingers through Chase's feather soft hair.
"No, cause you're fucking him and he's gonna suck my dick, well sort of." Colson grinned as an eager moan left Chase's lips. Biting at his boyfriend's neck; he ground his dick against Chase's ass and moaned as Mod's hand stroked it
Mod broke the kiss and pulled Colson's head up. "Sort of being you using his mouth." He kissed Colson happily and squeezed Chase's hip. "You okay with me being the one who fucks you?" He brushed a finger over Chase's blush red cheeks.
Chase heard Colson say it was going to be Mod fucking him and his breath caught. "Mm, mhmm" he nodded excitedly, he'd imagined being fucked by Mod before and couldn't believe it would actually happen.
Colson laughed into a kiss with Mod when Chase was a touch over eager. "Why am I not surprised by you" he kissed Chase's cheek and let his hand shake around to his boyfriend's dick. "Your my boyfriend and yet I'm letting my best friend fuck you."
"Because you know me too well" he gripped the back of Colson's neck and kissed him deeply before the two men switched places.
Later in the evening
Stepping out of the hotel shower; Colson wrapped a rather fluffy towel around Chase's shoulders and stopped a laugh as his boyfriend's arms came around his torso in an iron class grip. "Oh kay" he was nearly knocked backwards and caught the edge of the vanity to catch himself. "How are you not exhausted baby?" He kissed the boys head and smiled.
"He's basically a spring chicken, kells, you were at that age." Mod chimed and slipped into a shirt may have been one of Colson's he'd copped off the rapper Donna recent tour.
"Mmphhh" Chase shrugged his shoulders and grinned up at Colson as he huffed his overly tattooed boyfriend. "Just hungry, kells" he smiled despite the dull tightness to the muscles in his jaw. "Pizza?" He asked; pulling Colson's head downwards into a kiss.
"Yeah, I guess so, best to eat now and down liquid tomorrow." He ruffled a hand through Chase's wet hair and walked them both back into the living space. "Mod, pizza" Colson smiled as Chaee snapped to attention and pulled a shirt over his head. "I- Mod, are you wearing my shirt?"
Mod looked down at the shirt and kept a straight face. "Maybe...its one of them." He ordered a pizza and was about to collapse onto the other bed when he was pulled onto the one Colson and Chase had claimed.
"You definitely aren't a groupie" Colson pursed his lips as he looked at the shirt and shook his head. "You're the little shit who stole a few of my shirts aren't you?" He pulled Chase back onto the bed and slipped his hands below both the man's shirts.
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JAY HALSTEAD
#1 Alone.
Requested: yes
Prompts: none
Warnings: none
Authors note: I didn't know what exactly you wanted to happen after Y/N woke up since you didn't go into detail. This is in a need of a part 2. My ask is open for you to continue it since I have no idea how to do it lol. ❤️
EDIT: Part 2 is officially qued. You can check the schedule to see when it will be posted (bio>navigation>schedule)
PART // 2 //
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"How long will it take for you to bust this open?"
Ruzek's question hangs in the air for a few seconds while the members of Squad 3 share looks between each other.
You scan the huge iron door, bolted on four sides with no other way to open than force. "A few minutes."
"I agree with Y/LN. Capp, Tony go get the gear. Me and Y/LN will set up." Your lieutenant instructs and the two run out to do what they do best.
While you work you notice the brooding eyes of your boyfriend burn holes in your back. Your best guess was that he was trying to burn off your name from your Squad 3 uniform.
"We have two suspects inside. All of them with loaded weapons. We need you out the moment you open open it. Understood?" Voight asks.
You let out a "Mhmm" while continuing to work on connecting the door with your gear. Were you nervous? Of course you were.
Squad 3 doesn't bust underground bunkers open for Chicago's most elite police unit every day.
It's a one time kinda thing and you want to make it count. Maybe they'll call you again.
Jay's eyes continue to burn holes in you to to point it drives you mad. You turn around, still crouching, and shoot him a look.
He gives you the same one back. It has a simple meaning really - What are you doing here?
You stare broodingly at him back - What does it look like?
You notice the grip on his gun tighten to the point his knuckles turn white. Whoopsie.
"Alright Y/LN." Severide nods reassuringly and the two of you stand back. "Capp now!"
It takes a few moments to bust it open and once you do all hell breaks loose.
There weren't two suspects inside.
There was a triple amount of them.
"Y/N MOVE BACK!" You hear your boyfriend shout and you find yourself bolting towards the nearest exit.
Not before you're shot two times by the monstrous machine guns the suspects had.
You fall to the ground with a loud thud and almost become a velvet carpet for all of the SWAT members to step on if it weren't for Severide and Jay who grabbed you and dragged you outside.
"We need a medic!" Kelly yells. You don't feel your leg anymore. The pain is starting to return with lightning speed and you find yourself soak in your own tears.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow." You squeak once you're loaded into the ambulance.
"She was shot two times." Jay informs the paramedics at the scene.
"Jay get back in there." You tell him. "I'll be fiiine."
"We need to go to the hospital stat." The worry in the eyes of the paramedics is enough to make Jay leave his gun and let his unit handle the rest.
"I'm going with her I'm her boyfriend."
The medics nod and rush to your aid. No matter how much you tell yourself that you'll be fine the blackness that consumes you is enough to tell you otherwise.
You're in and out of consciousness throughout the whole ride and the only thing you remember is the intense pain and soft kisses of love and support Jay gave you.
***
"Hey Y/N how are you holding up?" You recognise the ginger haired man even when the light of your hospital room blinds you.
"Just peachy." You answer with a smile. Memories of the accident rush back and they still can't wipe your whipped smile off your face.
And you know why. "Where's Jay?"
The smile slowly faints into a thin line when you don't hear Will answer your question. "Will?"
"Jay isn't here Y/N."
What? "Did he say why?" You don't hide your hurt feelings. You expected him to be by your side when you woke up. He did leave flee scene when they needed him the most to be with you after all.
"He just told me to call him when you wake up." Will informs you while looking through your chart on the tablet. "He's probably working on the case. The men who shot you managed to escape."
"They what now?" You are lost for words. Jay left you alone when you needed him the most. Even if Will calls him that you woke up you're pretty sure he wouldn't come to the hospital. Also, they managed to get away?! There was a police army outside waiting for them. How did they get away?!
"So what do I do now?"
"Now you handle the firehouse that has occupied the whole waiting room. How do you want me to let them in? One by one?"
"Just send them all in. I'll handle it. Thanks Will." You extend your arms and give him a hug.
"As you wish."
MASTERLIST
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More artist [Name]-san to clean our souls! 💕 I hope you enjoy this! I'm sorry for the long wait! And I'm also sorry because I'm gonna make headcanons instead of scenarios! I hope you don't mind too much! (This one got a bit longer than expected! Sorry for the spam!)
Kidd
It's hard to be an artist.
You always have the need to draw certain people or certain objects because they are appealing to your eyes.
One of those certain people is none other than your captain: Eustass Kidd.
Kidd is fierce. You know that. Even as a lover he's rather the violent, possessive and dominant type.
People usually try to stay away from him, always scowling and looking as he's about to murder the neext person that looks at him.
But, even when you know that, to you... He's a masterpiece.
Your fingers always itch to make a painting or even just a quick drawing of him, from the very first moment you ever land an eye on him.
You can easily ask him, really, but knowing him, he'd say no and that would upset you quite a lot... So you don't risk it, even though...
"You're staring again." ... You always find yourself doing exactly that, staring at him and being exposed by Killer.
You can't really blame yourself. The mere existence of Kidd is enough to have you wanting make a painting of him, so now that he's working out right in front of you... It's really hard not to stare.
His muscles tensing and stretching with each of his movements as he beares his teeth a bit, growling softly, reaching his limit already. He's covered in a thin layer of sweat and, really, who the heck allowed him to work out shirtless?
"For God's sake, you are staring again."
You can't help but laugh, your cheeks burning bright red. "I'm sorry. I really, really want to draw him."
"Don't you have thousands of drawings?"
"I do, but they're just quick sketches, I want to make a painting... Do you think he'd be happy to know that?"
Killer hums, looking at his captain who's suddenly screaming to a poor guy that stepped too close to him while he was doing push-ups.
"No," he simply says and you bark out a laugh, flushing when Kidd looks up at you with narrowed eyes.
Maybe he's right...
However, later that day, when everyone settled down to their respective quarters and you sneaked into the captain's chambers claiming that you were cold, (not after he growled and scolded you while be opened the door for you and threw like three covers to the bed), you thought that it was the time to actually ask him!
So, as you watched him sitting in front of his desk, ("warm yourself up! I gotta finish this first!"), checking on some reports... You know that you really love your lover...
From his protective and fierce side to his always-angry-face, however, you loved him in this state even more: his features relaxed as he reads down on some documents, his hair down and his head free of those goggles of his. He's even wearing a simple long sleeved shirt that wraps around his muscles, his reading glasses sitting gracefully on the bridge of his nose.
He looks ethereal and you immediately reach down for your drawing materials, (which you keep in the last drawer of his bedside table), and place yourself in bed.
"Captain?"
"Hmm?" His hum sounds more like a growl and you laugh.
"Captain, can I make a painting of you?"
He looks up at you, his eyes squinting, "what?"
"I'm sure you heard me."
"I heard you," he snaps back. "But I'm asking why are you such an idiot." You laugh at his words.
"Don't be scared, captain. You'll look even better in my painting."
"Scared?! Who is scared? And even better, is that even possible?" You roll your eyes. "Do whatever you want. I don't care and stop talking, I'm busy right now."
"Is that a yes?"
"[Name]..."
"Thank you captain!" You giggle, quickly pulling out everything, from pencils to brushes and acrylics; placing everything on the bed as carefully as you can. "I know," you say, hearing him open his mouth to speak. "You'll snap my neck if I mess up with your precious bed."
He growls again, but he refrains from saying anything else, coming back to his report.
You don't say anything else, either, as you place the sketchbook into your lap and as soon as you find a clean sheet, you start to trace his form with a light pencil, sketching him easily, thanks to all the practice. Your eyes do not linger on his body, you know by memory each curve, dip and sharp bone on his body.
So it doesn't take long before you start with the actual painting, brushing on your canvas quickly and not noticing that Kidd was looking at you with the softest of looks he can even master.
He makes sure to quickly look down at his paperwork when you look up at him, frowning and pursing his lips a bit.
After a few minutes, he's too engrossed in his work and you are aswell, so when the clock marks 2 am and his back already feels stiff and his eyeslids heavy, he's ready to call it a day and wrap up his work to finally lay down in bed... But he sees you there...
"Oi, I want to sleep already, how much time is gonna-
"I'm done!" You say excitedly, there are actual tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You really did it! You really made a painting of Eustass Kidd! What a nice moment to be al-
"Let me see it."
"E-Eh?"
He raises an eyebrow. "Let me see it, you said I'd look better in your painting that in real life, so let me see how good I look."
Now maybe you have a big mouth, it's true that the painting was good... But Kidd couldn't get any more good-looking... Is not natural... You show him, regardless and he's speechless.
"It's..." He says, getting up from his chair and walking towards you, snatching the painting out of your hands. He studies it carefully, his eyes are wide and his mouth slightly open. "It's..." He looks at you and bites down his tongue, you are looking at him with such a gleam in your eyes! Stop! "It's... Not bad."
"Aah! Really? Do you like it? You can't keep it!"
"Like it? I've seen better! I'm sure you can improve! Unbelievable! You were bragging all around and..." He slowly shuts his mouth as he actually looks for a place to put the drawing. It end ups in a drawer on his desk... A drawer that he very much use it all the time.
That's more than you can ask from Kidd. "I'm glad you liked it, captain."
"... Move, let's sleep now. I'll kill you if you still the blankets."
Killer
He loves looking at you while you are drawing.
He has told you plenty of times that he loves how lovely you look and how adorable are certain things that you unconsciously do when you are too focused.
He has also asked you plenty of times if he can see your art and you answer is always the same:
"O-oh, it's not that great!"
With that little stuttering and all, but he knows you are is great because you do sometimes share a drawing of painting to him.
But you really don't want to show him the rest of your art because... He's in most of it!
He's there eating, training, fighting, even just breathing! You are just too embarrassed to actually show him that!
What if he thinks you are stalking him? ... Even though he's your lover is still very embarrassing.
The less he knows, the better... However, one night when you got quite a few drinks on you and he was taking you back to your room, you just couldn't keep your mouth shut.
"I love you," you say over and over again as he walked you to the room and placed you in bed.
"I love you too."
"And you are very hot." That caught him a bit off guard as he tried to pull your hair in a bun. "That's why I can't stop drawing you."
"... What?"
You giggle like a maniac. "That's the reason I don't let you look at my drawings! They're all you! Every single one."
He's blushing juuust a bit as he puts his mask off. "Every single one?"
"Mhmm," you nod. "Every single one... I actually want to make a painting of you!"
"... Do it."
"Really?" He nods and you smile widely. "Then I will... But right now I'm sleepy, so goodnight, I love you see you..."
You fell asleep in seconds, losing a small smile on Killer's lips and a kiss on your forehead.
But that's okay because you are way too embarrassed the next morning.
You actually just exposed yourself while drunk, huh? Great! Just great, now he will think that You-
And then you remember, he actually said you could make a painting of him!
You look at your side, Killer is still asleep, so you silently gather all your art stuff and get to work immediately.
You don't feel time passing until Killer started to wake up, groaning softly like he always does and making you giggle.
He looks at you right away, surprised to see you up, sitting on the bed. "Morning. Why are you awake? How are you feeling?"
You smile at him. "Good morning. I'm good, thank you for taking care of me. And I was... Just finishing your painting."
He wakes up fully right away and sits up, looking at you with slightly wide eyes. You giggle, placing a hand on his cheek. "You are so beautiful. Thank you for letting me do this."
He leans in your touch and nods as you lend him the still fresh painting. He widens his eyes slightly.
"This is..."
"You looked so paceful, I couldn't resist painting you like this. I... Wanted a painting of you without your mask, though, I'm sorry."
He looks at the painting for minutes before he finally puts it down and and holds you between his arms.
"Thank you. I love it. I'll keep it forever."
You smile widely, embracing him back. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"Oh, let me clean this up, I'm gonna ruin the sheets aga- oh, nevermind."
He laughs and you feel in heaven.
Baby 5
"Are you drawing again, [Name]?"
You jump out of your skin, quickly closing the sketch book in front of you.
"B-Baby 5-san, you scared me."
Baby 5 squeaks and apologizes like crazy, nearly crying in the spot.
"A-ah! It's fine! It's fine! It's not your fault!" You chuckle, holding her hands between yours. "I am not angry," you say smiling at her.
She lets out a long sigh, holding your hands back. "W-what are you drawing so focused?" She asks shyly, widening her eyes when your cheeks turn bright red. "Oh?"
"It's- it's nothing bad! It's just... It's just..." You let go of her hands to cover your face. "I really want to draw Baby 5-san... But I'm not sure if-
"You- y-y-y-y-you want to draw me?" She grabs your shoulders, shaking you a bit.
"Y-Yeah, Baby 5-san is really beautiful and I want to make a painting... For you..."
Baby 5 looks at you for like one second before she actually starts crying, hugging you tightly. "B-Baby 5-san, don't cry please! Did I upset you?" You hug her back, but she grabs you by the shoulder again, shaking you until you feel dizzy.
"Y-You didn't upset me! I'm happy! Stop being so stupid! But you are not stupid! I'm sorry for saying that!" You hold her back, trying to stop her shaking you as you giggle.
"Then, is that a yes? Can I make a painting of you?"
"Yes, you can! Dammit!"
You really don't ask her to make any pose for you, you only need to see her around and about to catch all of figure.
She gets a bit nervous, though, because you are following her around and also get a bit worried because she sees you holding all of your stuff everywhere you go.
She cries a bit when you accidentally let one of your acrylics fall, messing up the floor.
"I've finished," you say that night when both of you are back into your quarters. "It's still a bit fresh, so please be careful with your fingers- Oh," you whisper, hiding the painting behind your back. "D-Do you want to look at it?"
"What? Yes, of course I want to!"
You smile shyly at her, and slowly show your painting.
She cries and you laugh a bit.
"Now now, you've been crying a lot today. Is it that bad, Baby 5-san?"
She hits your arm, making you laugh. "Don't be silly! I love it! It's... It's so pretty! No one has... Has ever made something like this for me. I- I-
You hug her tightly, kissing her cheek. "You are my beautiful girlfriend, of course I would make something just as beautiful as you. I love you."
She sobs and leans in to kiss you. You hum, holding her face between your hands as you kiss her back.
Lola
"Lo-Lola-san!" You giggle, trapped between her arms as she covers your face with kisses. "S-stop!" Your cheeks are bright red, Lola only squeezing you tighter in her embrace.
"What do you mean stop?" She asks, actually stopping to look at you. "You expect me to just sit there and say 'okay' when you ask me to make a painting of me?! Impossible!"
"I-If you are kissing me like this, I will not be able to actually do the painting!" She hums, kissing you one more time before she lets go of you.
"After you are finished with the painting, please marry me, [Name]," she says seriously, holding your hand between hers.
You giggle shyly. "I already said that I will marry you, now let me get my stuff ready, okay?"
Lola is usually very composed, but, as soon as you asked her if you could make a painting of her, she nearly cried, screaming and throwing hearts and flowers everywhere and even using that funny voice of hers when she feels too "enamored".
"How should I pose for you, [Name]?"
"I heard you saying that you have to take care of some paperwork, you can do that while I work on your painting!"
You laugh nearly all your painting session.
Everytime you look up at Lola, she's in a different pose, each pose more dramatic than the last.
She even asks you to stop laughing because "you're gonna ruin my painting, [Name]!"
"I will not ruin it if you stop doing such poses!"
She eventually stopped, not because she wanted to, but because she got a bit occupied with her paperwork.
Now that your laughter died on, you worked faster and in a couple of hours, you were sighing and stretching your arms up.
"Lola-san, I've finished!"
She literally jumps out of her seat and runs to you in a blink of an eye.
She gasps as she looks at the painting. She's not sitting just sitting formally in front of her desk, she is actually in one of her silly poses, showing her big smile and the warm eyes he looks at you with, her cheeks flushed slightly and it's just-
"[Name], it's beautiful!"
"That's because you are beautiful, Lola-san!" She looks at you with teary eyes. "You are the one in the painting, so of course it is beautiful, just like you!"
She lets out a cry and wraps you in another tight hug, even lifting you a bit.
"Thank you, [Name]! I love you so much!" She cries as she gives you another round of endless kisses.
"I love you too, Lola-san!" You answer giggling and hugging her just as tight.
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