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greenglowinspooks · 4 months

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Gävle Goat v.s. two drunk half-ghosts (DCxDP)

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Tw: alcohol consumption (no way), one(1) mention of sex

Summary: Jason and Danny accidentally burn down the Gävle goat. You all voted for this, and I delivered. Merry crisis, tis the season and all that.

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Jason wove through the ever-shifting crowd, an irritated scowl on his face.

Kori and Roy had dragged him here to celebrate a successful mission together, but the two had wandered off together not thirty minutes after they arrived, effectively stranding him in an unfamiliar club in Europe.

Now, his only two options seemed to be stealing someone’s car and getting back to their temporary safehouse himself, or waiting for the two to come back for him.

Still, considering the lecture he’d get from Dick if he hotwired a random guy’s car just because he didn’t want to wait for his friends, option one wasn’t much of an option at all.

It was humiliating. He was a crime lord, not a little kid who’d lost their mom in the store.

Jason sighed, slumping against the wall as he watched the drunken crowd swirl together.

He had never really felt at home in places like this, especially not since his resurrection. It always felt like people were staring at him, like they just intrinsically knew that he was other.

Jason startled when he felt someone tap on his shoulder.

“Sorry!” The stranger said, “I just, um, are you okay?”

Jason blinked. The person talking to him was clearly somewhat tipsy, wearing a blush on his face and a slightly loopy smile. How had he possibly snuck up on him? Was he really that deep in thought?

“My asshole friends ditched me, and now I’m stuck here,” Jason blurted out without thinking. The stranger barked out a laugh, clearly surprised.

“That sucks,” he said, leaning on the wall next to Jason. He hummed in response.

The stranger looked back at the open bar, where quite a few people were frantically miming to him. He motioned back to them, clearly hoping for them to stop, before just flipping them off. Jason chuckled at that.

“Those your friends?”

The stranger blushed brighter, the tips of his ears going red.

“Uh, yeah. We’re here to celebrate some legal stuff that I finally got done with, but, uh, they wanted me to go talk to you.”

Jason hummed again, giving the stranger a quick once-over. He was actually pretty cute; he had messy black hair, icy eyes, and an outfit that screamed “I’ve never been in a club before but my friends dragged me here anyways”.

If he was gonna be waiting for Kori and Roy anyways, why not have some fun?

“Well, I am technically here alone, now that my friends wandered off,” he said, looking at the stranger meaningfully.

The stranger grinned brightly, holding a hand out to him.

“Then, d’you wanna hang out with my friends and I? I promise we’re lot of fun! I’m Danny, by the way.”

Jason took his hand, the beginnings of a smile on his face.

“Call me Jason,” he said, following along as the (surprisingly strong) man dragged him over to his friends.

Danny was having the time of his life.

The restraining order on Vlad had finally been granted. The abolition of the Infinite Realms’ monarchy had gone through. And, on top of all that, he was on the most incredible club-hopping adventure of his un-life.

And sure, it might not have been the best idea to give ghost alcohol to Jason, the mortal his group had picked up in Germany, but he was taking it like a champ!

He hadn’t thrown up yet, in any case, so clearly it wasn’t that much of an issue.

Danny giggled, leaning up against Jason as they walked along the street, his ghostly friends filling the street.

As the night went along and they all got more and more tipsy, they’d mostly let go of their mortal forms. Despite being surrounded by a bunch of ghosts with death-blows clearly exposed and mythological creatures, Jason didn’t seem to be too bothered. He had an arm wrapped around Danny’s shoulders and was singing along with some of the ghosts in Arabic(?), his lovely baritone voice echoing out amongst the dead and unborn.

Danny just snuggled further into his side, enjoying the novel feeling of human warmth. He’d have to get Jason’s number after this, Danny sluggishly thinks. If he wasn’t freaked out by Danny being dead once he was sober, at least. He found that most people weren’t quite so open to cuddling up to a corpse. Even if that corpse could talk and walk around.

The streetlights around them began to spin as they once again walked into a rip in the veil. Everyone cheered as the lights warped and distorted, the sky becoming neon green and foggy.

Danny stumbled forward on unsteady legs, dragging Jason along with him. He wanted to get to the front of the group, to see where they were going before everyone else!

Jason tripped as Danny continued to drag him along, stumbling off the path and straight off the Realms island they were currently on. Danny, still clinging to him like a lifeline, fell alongside him.

A cheer from the spirits rang out above them, unaware of their mistake, fading as they fell. Before Danny had a chance to call out, though, they fell through another rip in the veil.

Jason sat up. He’d fallen face-first into a snowbank, and judging by the pair of legs sticking out of the snow, Danny had a similar fate. He dragged Danny out of the snow by the feet, tumbling over nothing and falling over in a heap.

Danny rolled over, laying down in the snow next to him with both arms around his waist.

Jason just looked up at the sky in awe.

It was most certainly the alcohol, or maybe the lack of pollution, but the sky looked so much more beautiful than usual.

There were so many stars in his blurry vision, and each one twinkled and shone and spun like they were dancing.

With a tremendous amount of effort, he got to his feet, dragging Danny up with him.

He twirled the man in his arms, his legs unsteady as he tried to waltz. Danny giggled, trying to match his uneven steps.

The arctic wind blew over them, carrying with it the snow and ice of the ages. The wind curled around them, spinning in circles around the pair as they danced. Sprites of fire glimmered in the corners of Jason’s vision, glimmering cheerfully. It seemed that something had caught alight, but nothing was going to distract him from the man in front of him, grinning widely with a blush that covered his entire face.

Jason fell over again, collapsing in the snow, and Danny fell over on top of him.

Light shimmered down from the snow-covered trees, falling onto Danny’s face. He scrunched his eyes closed, groaning in agony.

He was so, so hungover.

Served him right for agreeing to go out partying with Johnny of all people.

Danny’s head pounded to the beat of his heart, his core humming in rhythm. He buried his face into the fabric beneath him, trying desperately to block out the light from reaching his sensitive eyes.

Where was he, anyways?

The area around him was definitely snowy; even arctic, maybe, judging by how strongly his core was thrumming. Still, he was perfectly warm, laying on top of…

…a person?

Fuck, he was never partying with Johnny again.

Through great willpower, Danny squirmed off of the stranger and sat up, scrunching up his face as he turned away from the sun. It didn’t make his headache any better, though; the snow reflected the light almost as bright as the sun itself.

Fresh snow can have an albedo of 0.9, Danny remembered, a college lecture popping into his head. It had the highest level of albedo of anything on earth. That’s why it was bouncing the light of the sun directly into his poor sensitive eyes.

Of course Danny would wake up next to a strange man and the first thing that he thought of was science facts.

The man next to him groaned, immediately bringing his arm up to block the sun.

“What the fuck did I do last night?”

“I know, right?”

The man went abruptly still. It took all of Danny’s willpower not to laugh.

“…Do I still have my kidneys at least?”

Now Danny did burst out laughing, bright and cheery. And then he groaned and clutched his head.

“Oh gods my head hurts,” Danny hissed, “does this happen every time you drink?”

“Not unless you hate your liver.”

Danny laughed, and they both fell into silence for a few moments. It wasn’t comfortable silence by any means, though; it was unbearably tense and uncomfortable. Danny almost wished he could die on command, if only to get out of this.

“…Wanna go get breakfast?”

“Fuck yes,” Danny said, getting to his feet before helping the other man up. “Your treat?”

The other man laughed loudly.

“We’ve known each other properly for a total of five minutes, and you’re already bleeding me dry?”

“Come on, I’m a college student, it’s basically my job to ask for free food.”

The two of them sat in utter silence as they ate, watching the TV in the corner of the diner with a fascinating flavor of giddy horror.

Someone had burnt down the Gävle goat, and from the footage, it was very clearly them.

It wouldn’t be obvious to anyone else, luckily; the video had gone so staticky that it was very nearly unwatchable. But when combining the scene on the shitty box TV to Danny’s (very limited) memories of the night before, it was clear that they had done it.

“…Knew I forgot something that happened last night.”

Danny barked out a laugh at Jason’s comment, which earned him a sly grin in return.

“Better or worse than getting laid?”

“Eh,” Jason shrugged. “With most people? Better. With you? Worse.”

Danny laughed harder, wrapping a leg around Jason’s and waggling his eyebrows.

“Hey, arson isn’t the worst end to a first night out.”

Jason snorted.

“By the way, are you a meta? I just assumed, with the fire and all…”

Danny looked at him in surprise.

“Oh, I thought that was you.”

“What?”

Danny summoned a small burst of wind, twirling it around in his hands, creating tiny snowflakes.

“I can do that,” he said, gesturing to the snow, “but, like, fire? Nope.”

To Danny’s utter shock, a core in front of him pulsed in confusion, his own mirroring it.

Jason’s core. Jason was dead.

Jason looked at him, his face pale.

“Did you feel that too, or am I having a heart attack?”

Danny laughed nervously.

“As long as we don’t get arrested, I promise I’ll explain everything on the way back to Germany.”

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Notes:

If Jason really was alive, he wouldn’t be for long after drinking ghost alcohol.

I brought up albedo because I learned something new in science class. Godbles

The wisps were Jason’s core forming and activating for the first time. That’s also what got the goat

#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp fic #dead on main #dead on main pairing #merry crisis 😐👍 merry chrysler #it’s extra funny that I’m doing this because I don’t even like christmas

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anasanthology · 9 months

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Always Close Your Tabs.

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ MDNI (I don’t care who reads just if your account age is set to under 18 don’t interact please), step-cest, pseudo-incest, stepbrother/stepsister pairing, degradation kink, light face slapping, very light praise kink, Dom/Sub, lowkey Hard Dom!Leon Kennedy, face fucking, oral (m receiving), mean Leon (I feel he’s a little ooc), like one mention of breeding kink, we got a little sweet aftercare at the end, not as tame as other stuff I’ve written, fem-specific gendered terms. Not proofread.

Notes: FIRST LEON FIC I’M POSTING 😚 actually feeling kinda good about this one! I felt like finishing this and posting it today so here so go!!! I hope you like it ☺️ as always, likes and—especially—comments are very VERY much appreciated 😌 if you have any tags you think I should add just tell me cause I’m not sure if I missed any 🧐 ANYWAYS, enjoy, lovelies 💕

4.5k words | Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader

The couch was irritating you, you were hyper aware of it, the texture, the firmness, everything about it. It didn’t matter where you sat though, everywhere was irritating. Everything was irritating. Your parents were out of town on some dumb anniversary. No. Your parent and her husband. Leaving you home alone with your stepbrother.

Leon.

He was annoying. He was rude, crass, and bitchy. When your mom had told you she was seeing a guy you were happy for her, until she told you that he had a son a few months older than you. Other kids was the one dealbreaker for you, but your mom loved this man so much and you didn’t exactly have much time left to live with her. You could deal with it. So you met Leon, he didn’t talk the entire dinner but to introduce himself and then order something. This was 8 months ago.

Now you live with him.

You were sure that there were worse people to live with, like… Bundy or Dahmer maybe. He always had those loudmouth friends of his over. Chris, who would spend the whole time yelling at the tv and Luis, who would just flirt with you the whole time. The worst of it was that they would only hang out in the living room so you were always confined to your room till they left. That was unless you wanted to hear, ‘ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THAT DIDN’T EVEN TOUCH ME,’ and, ‘Hola, señorita, ¿Qué pasa? You look gorgeous,’ which… you didn’t wanna hear that. Not to even mention how insufferable he was when they weren’t around. Which was the situation now. Sitting on the couch next to you was Leon Kennedy, staring up at the tv watching Desperate Housewives. He had this constant resting dick face that never seemed to go away, and along with that he also seemed to be followed by resting dick air everywhere he went. Especially now that his dad took away his phone and other electronics before your guys’ parents left for their trip. Because apparently that man cared jack shit for your sanity. Now, Leon was irritated. He was insufferable when he was irritated. It just radiated off of him and you were a porous permeable surface. You guys sat like that until…

“Can I use your laptop?”

“What?” You turned to him, his words bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Can I use your laptop?” He repeated himself.

“Uh… sure, I guess?” Shrugging you got off the couch before stopping in your tracks and pointing at him, “but I get to use your car!” Your eyes widen with excitement and you point at him.

“No, no way. You are not driving my car. Not gonna happen.” He huffed in amusement and shook his head.

“And why not?” Your hands went to your hips and you made a face.

“Because,” he mocks your tone, “you’ll crash it.”

“Says you! Leon, you are like the king of bad driving. You hit a tree last month! A tree! They don’t even move and they’ve been there for like years!” Your hands were flying everywhere at this point. You had your license, but since Leon was a little older and got his a little before you he got a car. And since he got a car—and only Jeff Bezos could comfortably pay for his car insurance—you didn’t get one, you had to share with your mom and stepdad. But since they were halfway across the country, you were stuck here.

“It was in my blind spot!”

“What about that mailbox last week? Or Ms. Anderson’s side mirror? Everything can’t be in your blind spot, Leon. That’s what windows are for.” you close your eyes and sigh, “you know what, I don’t care. Bottom line is, if you don’t let me drive your car, no laptop.” You knew you were reaching, but you didn’t care. It’s not like you lost anything if he said no. It wasn’t fair he got the car anyways, your mom promised you a year ago on your birthday that when you got your license she’d take you to a used car dealership and you could pick one. But apparently ‘situations change’ and ‘things don’t always go as planned’, so you were left having to explain to your friends that it actually wasn’t gonna happen. Leon could practically burn holes through your face with the way he was looking at you, honestly that’s probably what he was thinking about. He sighs and closes his eyes.

“Fine.” He opens his eyes and gives you just about the brattiest look imaginable. You just smile and giggle. Your eyes widened in surprise. You were not expecting him to actually say yes.

“Okay!” You practically sprint upstairs to your room, grabbing your laptop off the bed. You make your way back downstairs and bring it to him. “Here ya go!”

“Thanks.” He takes it with a scowl and gets up.

“Whaddya need it for anyways?”

“Because I wanna watch stuff.” He responds flatly.

“What kinds of stuff?” ‘Porn?’ Was your first thought, but you opted not to verbalize that.

“Stuff you can’t watch on the tv?”

“Yes.”

“Why not?” You blinked at him.

“Because you’re watching the tv in here, dingus.” He didn’t look guilty. You know, like you would if you were gonna use your stepsister’s laptop to watch porn off of. He just looks annoyed. “Can I go watch some shit now or you gonna keep interrogating me, detective?”

“Jeez, moody. Sure, go.” You shoo him and turn back to the tv as you sit on the couch. He walks away to his room and you lay back covering your face with your arm. It felt like a weight had been lifted, the tension gone immediately. Part of you wanted to say it was just because he made the air so thick with irritation he could suffocate a room, but you knew that wasn’t completely true…

Leon was hot, like crazy hot.

It was frustrating being around that all day and night. Eating dinner across from an actual model… not easy. It was especially not easy when that model was a sarcastic asshole, and it was especially especially not easy when you kinda liked it. Yes every comment pissed you off, made you want to scream sometimes, punch a hole in the wall. but it also had you wondering… ‘would he… I mean in bed did he…’ god you hoped so. ‘Ew, no you didn’t.’ It was dumb—and entirely inappropriate—but that’s all you could think about when he was around. At some point all the irritation and hatred you had for him just living here, turned into… something you shouldn’t think about.

But who cares.

You didn’t have time to think about that. You had much more pressing matters to attend to, like… desperate housewives. You sit up and lay your body on top of your legs like you were folding yourself in half. You looked up at the screen and flipped onto your back kicking your legs over the back of the couch. It was like you just couldn’t get comfortable no matter what.

“Mmmmmuuhhhhhh.” Sighing you sat back up like normal, pulling the blanket off the back of the couch and onto your tired form. And then it hit you.

The computer.

‘Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.’ Standing up abruptly you started making your way to Leon’s room, practically running up the stairs.

You were tired last night. Really, really tired.

So maybe, just maybe, you forgot to close out of a tab last night. Or maybe a couple. Besides it is your computer, why do you need to close out of anything? You don’t, or at least you don’t when your step brother isn’t using your computer.

“Leon, I need my computer.” You knocked at his door and turned the knob quickly. Locked, of fucking course. “Leon?” Bouncing around a little on the balls of your feet, impatiently you step back from the door and shake the tension out of your hands. ‘Maybe he didn’t see it. Maybe he… didn’t even get on the computer yet. “Leon, I don’t… I don’t need your car. It’s fine, I asked Claire and she said she’d drive me this week.” His door opens like that’s exactly what he was waiting to hear.

“Okay, fine. Take it.” He steps away from the door and you walk inside, looking back at him you take extra attention to his expression. He definitely knows. You just turn back unable to think about that for too much longer, your face burning with heat as you pick up your laptop off of his bed. You feel a pair of hands snake around your waist and you tense up. “But first, I have to know why my slutty little sister thought it was a good idea to give me her laptop with porn open.” It was like your brain took a screenshot. ‘Did he just…’

“I don’t… Leon, I’m sorry. I didn’t-I forgot.”

“Oh you’re such a liar.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “No, I think you did it on purpose. You’re such a smart girl, I don’t believe you could be so stupid.” Your breath got heavier at his accusation.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I fell asleep ‘nd forgot it was on there.” He didn’t respond but his hands started running up and down your sides. “Leon, stop teasing me.” Your voice came out just a whiny whisper, sounding a lot more needy rather than urgent like you meant it.

“You know, I wouldn’t have guessed you’d be into that sort of stuff. Always get so nervous when Luis flirts with you, always get so flustered when people touch each other in a movie.” He was ignoring your request completely. “But it makes sense now, you get all shy cause you like it.” Your eyes widen and you squirm in his arms, not exactly trying to get away. Not really trying to get away at all actually. “Wonder how many times I’ve been sitting with you on the couch while your cunt gets all wet. So shameless, darling.” Your body is frozen in embarrassment, it’s kinda hot. ‘God. Don’t think like that Jesus.’

“No, never,” Liar. “Leon, I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Yet you aren’t trying to stop me, are you?” His voice is so completely self assured and cocky. Asshole. It made you so wet. You aren’t trying to stop him. You don’t want him to stop, even though you should. He pulls his hands back a little for you, so that if you want to get out you can. Without as much internal protest as you’d hoped, you stay completely still. “See, I was right. You are just a little slut who wants to get touched by her stepbrother.” You visibly cringe at that but feel slick spill into your panties at his words.

“Stop.”

“Stop what?” His hands go back around you, pulling you close to him. You could feel the outline of his hardened cock against you.

“Stop… being weird.” You shifted around in his arms.

“How am I being weird?” He snickered.

“Because you’re… stop saying it like that?” Your face was burning at this point. He was pushing up against you, pressing your hips against the edge of his bed.

“Saying it like what? Isn’t that exactly what’s going on? A dumb whore getting wet for her brother?”

“Leon.” His hand dipped down the front of your pants, running his finger down your clothed slit.

“Oh but why? It feels like you like it when I talk to you like that. I mean… given the videos you were watching, I bet you like it.” You pushed up against him. You just want him closer, it doesn’t matter if it’s wrong. He knew what he was doing, making you feel small, degrading you. “You do like it, fuck.” He started grinding himself against your back. You did like it, you wanted him to keep going, keep making you feel small.

“No it… Leon, it’s weird.”

“I know it is, but you like it. You like how depraved it makes you feel. You can’t deny it, I quite literally have seen the stuff you watch to get off.” He was laughing a little, it only amplified how hot and humiliating this was. “Can’t say I haven’t thought about it. Everytime you’d roll your eyes when I’d tease you all I could think about was taking it further, pinning you against the counter or the couch and just telling you anything I could think of.”

“Thought you said you didn’t think I’d be into this?”

“You can be into anything I want you to in my fantasies.” His other hand snakes up to start running his thumb up and down the column of your throat. This really should not have such an effect on you, but it does. Your eyes flutter and you let out a soft needy breath as you lay your head back against him. “Oh you like that? You like that I just imagine you in any position I want?” You nod your head reluctantly. Your lips open and close but no sound comes out. He’s barely even touched you but it feels like your tongue is twisted up in your mouth. You can feel your resolve just slipping away the more he speaks to you, the more he touches you.

“Leon, this is… this is so wrong…” your voice comes out so quiet you aren’t sure he could hear you. Or maybe it’s just because the blood pounding in your ears is so loud that you can barely hear yourself.

“But you like that don’t you? Yeah, I know you do.” His finger travels further up to slide across your bottom lip. Involuntarily—you tell yourself—your lips part slightly. He just laughs softly behind you, the smirk that was undoubtedly plastered on his face was audible. “Does this slutty girl want something in her mouth? There you go…” he slides his finger past your lips and onto your tongue. His thumb starts pushing slow thrusts against your tongue. Your hands go to hold onto his forearm feebly, not trying to move or stop him but just needing something to hold onto. “Yeah? You like it when I finger your pretty little mouth?” You just whine and start sucking around his thumb. “Fuck, bet you’d do so good on my cock.” You turned around to face him.

It was stupid, and you don’t know why you did it… yes you do, liar.

“What?” He grinned down at you. Now being able to see your lips around his thumb he couldn’t get enough of it. You knew you were turned on but holy shit you weren’t expecting him to look like… that. His mouth was slightly parted and his eyes were lidded. A light blush dusts his cheeks. God he looked good. You imagined you probably looked something similar, probably worse. “I asked you a question.” He pulls his thumb from your mouth and slides it down your chin and across your neck. ‘Oh, right.’

“I um… can I?” You swallowed heavily, barely able to focus on your words with his fingers rubbing at your soft skin.

“‘Can you’ what?” He just laughs, he can tell you’re struggling. Your face heats up with embarrassment realizing just how fuck-drunk you already are. And then he just gets the cockiest look on his face. “Oh, you wanna suck my cock? That what this is?” You just nod weakly, you couldn’t deny it if you tried. “Hmm? I can’t hear you, what do you want?”

“I wanna…” you swallow thickly, “I wanna suck your cock, please.” You chewed on the inside of your lip and just looked at him. He felt like he could just about cum from how needy your voice sounded when you said ‘please’.

“Fuck,” his hand slide up your neck and went to the back of your head. “I know you do. Now get on your knees.” His hand tangled in your hair right up against your scalp and he tightened his grip a little, pulling your head back ever so slightly in the process. The way he was talking to you, how he was treating you, all like you were just some object for his pleasure… fuck, it made you wet. If this situation could possibly get any worse from you guys just doing anything at all in the first place, getting turned on from your stepbrother degrading and objectifying you would definitely make it worse. You moaned softly when he pulled your hair as you started to kneel down in front of him slowly, struggling to resist the urge of responding ‘yes, sir.’ When your knees were on the ground and you finally stopped shifting around to get as comfortable as possible you finally realized the position you were in.

You were on your knees in front of your stepbrother about to suck him off…

But at this point, all thought or consideration of morality and shame had long been lost on you. Instead the lewdness of the situation only fueled the fire and part of you was just getting off on how wrong this was. You felt filthy and all it did was make you want to continue. ‘Shit, what the hell is wrong with me?’, would be what you’d typically be thinking. And you were, just less in a self-deprecating way and more in a self-humiliation way. You bite your lip at the site in front of you, Leon’s clothed hard cock in his gray sweatpants. He had noticed how fixated you were and tilted his head at you with a smirk.

“You want it?” You just stared up at him and moved your hands up to his thighs as you slid them up. “I asked you a question, answer me.” He pulled your hair a little harder this time and you moaned a little louder.

“Yes, wan’ it, Leon, please.” You were completely breathless. It had felt like your mind had turned to mush. You hadn’t even registered his question as a question when he asked, you just wanted to touch him.

“Yeah, I know.” He pushed your head forward till your cheek was pressed up against his cock. “Pretty little cockwhore just wants me inside her.” Your breath quickened when he started grinding up against your face. “Or she just wants to feel me however I please.” His voice was teasing now and he just ground down against you harder.

“However you please, just… Leon, need you.” You barely even sounded like yourself anymore. Normal you would have just pushed him away in the beginning as you made your second-hand embarrassment apparent. Normal you would have known that that was one of the easiest ways to mess with someone and would have totally used it. But here you were instead, a strong-willed smart girl who never pulled any punches now on her knees getting debased completely and absolutely loving it.

“Mmm, you’ll let me use you however I want? What if this is how I wanna do it? What if I just wanna take my cock out and rub it against your face till I cum all over you?” Even in this state you knew he was trying to trap you. He wanted to get you to disagree so he could hear you begging for whatever you really wanted. But you wouldn’t disagree, cause you don’t.

“Even then, just anything you want.” He grinned at your reply. He was tempted, he really was, but after wanting you for so long he wasn’t gonna waste this chance just to prove a point. ‘Next time.’ He pulls your head back just a little so he can see your face. Your lips are slightly parted and you just stare up at him with a grazed over expression.

“Take it out.” He says firmly and raises his eyebrows. You look down at his crotch and bring your hands up to take his dick out of his pants. You feel a sudden sting on your cheek as he slaps you across the face. “No, look at me.” He grabs your jaw and tilts your face up towards his. You make eye contact with him as you start undoing the string on his sweatpants. Part of you wants to look away just so that he’ll slap you again but you don’t. You start pulling his sweatpants and underwear down till his cock swings free. Your eyes dart down to his dick and are only able to just barely register what you’re seeing before he slaps you again just a little harder. “Did you not hear what I said to you? Look. At. Me.” You moan softly and shake your head.

“I heard you, ‘m sorry I was just curious.” You sound a little like you’re about to cry but you’re far from sad about all this.

“You’re curious?” He mocks your voice and pouts his lip before scoffing and leaning down ever so slightly. His thumb caressing your neck. “Don’t worry, once I fuck this little throat you’ll have every answer you could possibly ask for.” You shudder a little before just nodding your head and opening your mouth. You loll your tongue out and he grins. “Yeah, stay like that.” He slaps his heavy tip on your tongue and you can taste the bitterness of his pre-cum. “Open wider.” You obey him and open your mouth further. He leans forward and spits in your mouth. Your eyes flutter and you press your thighs together, which doesn’t go unnoticed. “You like that?” He laughs and rubs one of his fingers over your tongue. “You like it when I spit in your mouth? Fucking disgusting.” He grips his cock and guides it onto your tongue before pushing into your mouth. He groans and holds your head back against the side of his bed before he starts thrusting into your mouth. “Mmm, fuck. Such a good girl with a slutty little mouth. What would your friends say if they knew you’re getting face fucked by your stepbrother, and loving it so much you’re practically dripping onto the floor? What would your mom say?” You really didn’t wanna think about his second question.

“Mmm.” You just hum around his cock in response and he smirked. It’s not like you could actually respond. You kept your eyes on him, loving the way his jaw tightened when he hit the back of your throat. Or the way the muscles in his arms would twitch and flex under his tight shirt. He was right, you did love this and you could feel the discomfort of your sticky panties between your thighs, damp and uncomfortable. His hand went to the top of your head to grip your hair between his fingers and he started pushing in faster.

“Mmh, oh fuck… love sucking on your big brothers cock, yeah? Such a fucking cockwhore it doesn’t matter who it’s from.” He was thrusting at a fervent pace and it was evident he was just chasing his own high. Using your mouth as his personal fleshlight to fuck and fill. It was hot being treated like this, especially by Leon. He tightened his hold on your hair and pushed in a little too far which made you choke. It made slick pour into the gusset of your panties. Fuck, he was right. You’re a total slut. Your hands went up to hold onto his thighs for support as your eyes closed. Spit drooled down your chin and onto your chest, tears poured down your cheeks which Leon took pleasure in wiping away. “Maybe next time you’ll let me fuck that pretty pussy. Bet she’s just crying for me, you are.” ‘Next time?’ The thought made your skin burn with arousal. “Think you’re gonna let me fill up all your holes. Fuck. Yeah, I wanna see that. My obedient little stepsister leaking cum onto my bed, absolutely spent. Such a fucking whore you’d probably ask me to do it again. Fuck your little pussy till it’s sloppy and bred.”

He wasn’t even looking at you. His head tilted back and his hips stuttered. You could tell he was getting close.

“I’m gonna cum down this slutty throat and you’re gonna swallow it all and thank me.” His face and neck were a little red and he had this sheen of sweat that the light from his lamp bounced off of. He looked like some kind of angel and if he wasn’t aggressively fucking your face you might’ve actually believed he was. “Fuck, oh take it.” He moaned and pushed his cock to the back of your throat. You could feel his hot cum paint stripes into your mouth. He rutted his tip right against the back of your throat while he moaned and mumbled. “Good girl, good girl. Take it, baby.” He pulled back out of your mouth and looked down at you while he stroked himself a few times to make sure he was done. A little bit of cum spilled from his tip and onto your thigh. You could finally swallow now that he was out of your mouth and god it felt good. You opened your mouth to show him that you really did it.

“Thank you.” You smiled up at him softly and he shuddered at your words. He looked away from you and cursed as his face got red. He was just talking earlier; he didn't think you’d actually do it.

“Quit it, you’re gonna make me hard again.” He seemed a little embarrassed. He moved your hair out of your face and went to the bathroom across the hall. You heard water running for a bit and then he came back and kneeled in front of you. He silently used a warm rag to wipe away the dried tears from your face and the little bit of cum that spilled onto your chin. “There you go.”

“Thank you.” He wiped away the bit that was on your thigh and you guys just stared at each other for a second. It wasn’t really awkward but more like each of you had something to say that you just wouldn’t.

He leaned forward and kissed you. It was soft and sweet and you had plenty of room to move away if you didn’t want it. There was such a contrast from what you were doing now and what you had been doing, hell, how he was acting with you now and how he had always acted with you; it felt like it was short circuiting your brain, but in a good way. He pulled back and set the rag on his bedside table before picking you up and setting you on his bed. He crawled in next to you and put his arms around you. It felt a little weird but in a nice comforting way. It was something you really needed. You almost forgot that you had been sucking him off—if you could even call it that—like two minutes ago. You really weren’t tired but you laid there with him for who knows how long.

Maybe you really didn’t hate having a stepbrother.

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deltaromeo3 · 10 months

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ ⋆ Lando Norris

pairing: lando norris x teammate!reader

summary: do they really hate each other like they said they do?

requested by: this ask

ツ A/N: should i write a part 2 to this? anyways, i changed it up a little! hope you still like it! let me know if you want to be tagged if theres a part 2? :)

You thought you would get along well with him, but turns out for some damn reason you didn’t. He disliked you and you had no idea why.

You figured you would stop racking your brain on trying to find a reason why he doesn’t seem to like you and just move on with it. So what did you do?

You treated him the way he treated you of course.

★★★

Your rivalry and hate towards each other quickly caught the attention of everyone on the grid, some saying that this rivalry will soon blossom into a friendship, possibly into something more than that.

Your season was going well so far, but you couldn’t say the same for Lando. He had multiple problems with his car and you could just see the frustration bubble up every single time he couldn’t deliver.

If he weren’t so mean and cold to you, you would’ve cheered him up but oh well.

The post race conference were where it hit hardest for him.

One by one, journalists were flaming him, rubbing it to him about the shit year he’s having and the even shittier race he just finished. And he just kept his cool to the shit that was being thrown at him.

You disliked him, sure, but you weren’t heartless.

“Um,” You chimed in to your mic. “I think that’s enough, no? We all understand that Lando didn’t perform as we would like him to, but this shouldn’t be a reason for everyone here to throw all these stupid questions at him. He’s a talented driver and we all know that. It’s just not his year. So, is anyone going to start asking him some real questions? Like how he managed to finish P10 despite having mechanical problems or should I retire and become a journalist instead?”

The crowd laughs at the ending of your sentence. You leaned back in to your seat, not even looking his way. But you knew that he was thankful you said something to stop it… at least you’d hope so.

★★★

Another Sunday quickly came and went. The race was over and this time, Lando managed to finish P3 alongside a Ferrari 1-2. They all went out to celebrate, even inviting you along. You politely decline, deciding to call it a night.

Luckily, the race was in Monaco, so instead of going back to a hotel, you were making your way back home.

It was well into the morning, and you had somehow fallen asleep on your sofa. You awoke to the TV screen displaying “Are you still watching” so you switched it off and headed to the kitchen before making your way to your room.

You were sipping on your drink when you heard your phone ring. Who the fuck is calling at this hour?

It was Charles. Of course.

“Where are you? Amber Lounge?”

This wasn’t a new occurrence. Usually Charles would crash at yours everytime he goes out partying in Monaco. And since he was in no state to drive, you would pick him up every single time.

“Yes! But mon chou-“ He yells. He doesn’t sound that drunk.

You cut him off, “Wait for me. I’ll come get you,” You ended the call.

“She didn’t even let me finish talking…” He looks down at his phone. “Oh this can only go so wrong…” He looks over to the bloke beside him.

You put on a hoodie and took your keys, quickly driving down to the club. As soon as you pulled up, you saw Charles sitting outside. But he wasn’t alone, oh no, he was with Carlos and together they were helping Lando.

You opened your car door, assuming Charles would get in but it was Lando instead. Shocked, you turned over to Charles.

“What’s this!?”

“You didn’t let me finish talking! I was gonna tell you that you’re taking him, not me!” He chinned towards Lando.

You grunt, “You owe me. Big time.”

“Yes yes, I owe you. Have fun. Love you mon chou,”

You rolled your eyes and drove off. Your car was starting to reek of alcohol so you kept the windows down.

“Mon chou,” Lando repeats, giggling to himself. “Charles c-calls you th-that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up Norris.”

You finally made it to your flat after trying to carry the 68kg driver from the garage to the house. You were mentally swearing to yourself for somehow managing to get into this situation.

As he laid on the sofa, you went to the kitchen to get an Aspirin and a cup of water. Not forgetting a set of fresh clothes for him to change into.

You placed the set of fresh clothes and water by his side, leaving him be.

You only took a few steps when you heard Lando calling out your name.

You turned your back to check on him, realising he had somehow managed to get the hoodie stuck on his head.

You laughed at the stupidity but quickly went to help him.

“Thank you,” He says as he kisses you on the cheek. “You are so nice,”

You went wide eye.

Did he just kiss me on the cheek? Gosh how much did he drink?

“Uh- y-you’re welcome. Now go to sleep kay?” You see him nod. You walked off and he calls you once again. You turned to face him.

“Aren’t you gonna join me?” He says, patting the sofa.

“What? No, no. God no. I’m good, thanks. See you in the morning,”

★★★

The sun was shining through your bedroom, meaning it was time to wake up. You made your way to the kitchen for breakfast after brushing your teeth.

You looked over towards the sofa, and to your surprise, Lando wasn’t sleeping on it. You shrugged it off and went to the kitchen to cook but your eyes were drawn to the plate on the countertop.

“made you breakfast. thank you for yesterday. eat up mon chou!” The note read.

You rolled your eyes. You’ll never hear the end of that nickname and you know it.

Deciding that this was a good enough reason to text Lando, you took out your phone to type. He was finally being nice for once….

Was this the start of the “blossoming romance” like what the other drivers said?

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zeesturniolo · 13 days

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car date 🤍

creds to gif owner ^!

summary: you and matt go on a date! 🤍

disclaimers: none! (if you find any let me know!)

*not proof read*

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you were currently in your apartment watching your favorite movie, its been your favorite since you were little and you never get sick of it. right before your favorite part, you get a phone call. you’re clearly annoyed, but you pause the tv anyways in case its something important.

you look to the side of your bed where your phone sat, and picked it up to see who it was. it was matt, your boyfriend of 6 months now. you swipe the answer button and hold your phone to where he can see the top of your forehead on the facetime call.

“hi matt!” you said excitedly, even if you were annoyed about your movie, you havent spoken to him all day, so you were quite excited.

“hey baby, i was wondering if you were tryna go on a car ride with me? im bored as fuck.”

“depends, are you gonna get me food?”

“duh, we can get wingstop.”

“okay then yes.”

“pick you up in 10?”

“sure! ill see u then.”

you guys said your goodbyes and i love you’s, and then ended the call. you turned your tv off and decided yo go get ready now instead of watching the rest of the movie, knowing matt, he’s already in his car on the way there.

you decided to go with something simple, flared leggings and one of his your hoodies. you brushed your hair and then grabbed your purse and phone.

after about 3 minutes, you get a text from matt letting you know he’s outside. you liked the message and walked out of your door, locking it behind you and running outside to the van.

“hello gorgeous, how was your day?” matt said as you closer the car door and began to fasten your seatbelt. “it wasn’t bad, i did a little bit of cleaning here and there, then i just sat around all day.”

you continued to rant about what you did all day as matt silently listened and nodded as he drove. you shut your mouth as he pulls up to the wingstoo drive thru and orders his food, then asks what you want.

you told him your order, then he pulled up to the window and paid. you held the bag of food as he drove into one of the parking lots him and his brothers use to film.

you guys ate in silence and just comfortably enjoyed each others presence. once you were done, he strikes up a conversation.

“have you ever thought of starting your own youtube channel?” he asks looking at you.

“i mean yeah a couple of times, but not anytime soon. i think im okay with just being a guest on your channel.”

“hm, i was just wondering. i think it would be cool if you did.”

“i agree, it sound fun, but im in school so i think i wanna focus on that.”

“fair. maybe you and me should film alone and then i can post it on my personal channel?”

“yeah that sounds fun. im down for that.”

you finished the conversation off and the two of you stared at each other for a couple of seconds, before matt, broke the silence.

“i love you baby.”

“i love you too matthew.”

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hope yall like it !! 🩵

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spicysix · 1 year

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okay imagine coming home from the mall with robin and nancy and you’re wearing a new perfume that just smells absolutely incredible it’s as if angels made it themselves- then you go over to eddie’s to hang out, eventually he hugs you and he cannot let go because you smell so good

you can totally take this idea and do whatever you want with it I just got new lotion from Sephora and had this random thought😭 you can write a blurb over it if you’d like because it’s a good prompt “I would let go but you just smell so. good.”

a/n: first ever request! thank you, bby, for this lovely plot idea. hope you like it!

warnings: pure fluff! 🥰 AFAB reader, there's the mention of usage of lingerie. besides that, is pretty gn, no pronouns used, no use of y/n

word count: 2.1k oops that went further than i anticipated

↳ requests are open!

love sneaked in with the smell of you

You parked your car right next to Eddie’s van. The hood was open and there were tools scattered around it on the floor, and you guessed he was working on the van again. You wondered if that old metal box would ever stop being such high maintenance. Probably not.

Sundays were your official movie night with Eddie. You would take turns choosing films, and it was Eddie’s turn - thank god, because you didn’t have time to stop by Family Video today, after spending the whole day with Robin and Nancy in Hawkins’ brand new shopping mall.

You turned off the car, pulled your keys out of the ignition, and looked at all the bags in the passenger seat, pondering if you should bring your purchases in to show Eddie. Some of them were safe, a few new earrings and bracelets, your favorite band’s new vinyl, and your delicious new fragrance - you were already using it, by the way, having splashed it over your neck the minute you bought it.

But there were also some unsafe purchases, the ones Robin and Nance had convinced you to buy under threats of exposure - sexy lingerie. You tried telling them it would be a waste of money because you had no one to show them off to, since you were sure Eddie was not interested in you the same way you were interested in him. But they told you to buy them and try anyway, or they would tell him the secret about your crush.

You, of course, knew they were all talk, and would never betray you like that, but there was a certain thrill about buying the set, a tiny little voice in the back of your mind that kept your hopes up. Who knows? Maybe he would see your sexy lacy set someday.

Before you lost your courage, you grabbed all the bags and got out of the car, heading to the Munson’s trailer door.

The sun was setting and Wayne’s car was not in the driveway anymore, him having already left for his Sunday night shift at the plant. That man was addicted to taking extra shifts. But that meant Eddie and you would be alone. Just you, him, your new perfume and sexy lacy set.

Sure, you were okay. Not thinking about running straight home at all.

You knocked three times and it took him a few minutes to open the door, your feet anxiously tapping against the porch wood in the meantime. When he showed up, you could see he was freshly out of the shower, clearly having put on any pair of pants and the first clean band tee he could find - it was not properly settled, part of his tummy exposed, and you gulped hard before locking your eyes on his.

“Sweetcheeks,” he called you, making you swoon internally. “Come in, come in, I’m gonna get the popcorn ready.”

You followed him in, left your bags near the couch before meeting him by the kitchen counter. He was searching through the cabinets trying to find the popcorn, his wet hair dripping and dampening his shirt. You rested your head in your fist over the counter, couldn’t help but watch him as he moved frantically all over the place. His high energy levels, so contrasting to your own calm demeanor, felt so… right, somehow.

He stopped suddenly.

Turned around slowly, a pot lid in his hand, and faced you with narrowed eyes.

Sniffed the air, like a goddamn dog.

“Is this you?” he asked. You felt like a deer caught in headlights, afraid your heart eyes were too obvious.

“Is what me?”

“This smell, it’s- Is it you?” he came closer, set the lid down in the counter, went around it and sniffed your hair. “It is you!” pointing an accusing finger at you, eyes wide now, as if you had done something wrong.

Maybe you did. “Do you hate it?” you asked, voice low, clutching your hands together and looking at the bag by the couch where you knew your new perfume was in, the source of all your problems, the demise of your life, the fall of your empire-

“Are you insane, it smells amazing!” he pulled you into a tight hug and buried his face in your neck, pulling in a deep breath.

You got instant goosebumps, your arms immovable from the strength he was hugging you, breath caught in your throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ, sweets, where’d you got this?” his voice was raspy, and right next to your ear, and you gulped hard, trying not to freak out at his closeness.

Yes, Eddie was a touchy guy. You’ve always known, it was an obvious trait of his. From the pats on Steve’s shoulders and back, to the ruffling of Robin’s hair and the hugs he gave Dustin by the end of every Hellfire session; Eddie’s love for his friends was always shown through touch. With you it was no different - he would hug you hello and goodbye, would stretch his arm around you on the couch, would lay in your lap and beg you to run your hands through his hair.

It didn’t mean it was easy for you. It was actually very, very hard. Every. Time.

Because he would always smell so good, a mix of mint shampoo and weed smoke, and his skin callouses would tickle and scratch you just right, and you would fall just a little bit more every time. At some point, one of these days, you would have to stop calling it a crush and name it properly, admit to yourself that you wanted your best friend to be so much more. That you wanted those already intimate touches to grow even more intimate, that you wanted to feel his skin against yours with no other barriers between you, that you wanted to know the taste of his tongue on yours.

You spiraled down into all those thoughts and barely noticed the pressure of his hug softening until he no longer had his nose glued to your neck. But the gentle blow of his breath hitting your cheek set your vision back into focus, and his face was not as nearly as far away as you wished it was. Which, of course, just made it all harder.

“You okay there?” you asked, voice unsteady, eyes trained to keep looking into his, to not give in to your wishes of looking at his lips. Not sure if you were asking him or yourself.

“You. Smell. So. Good. It’s not fair,” was his answer, and unlike yours, his eyes were traveling all over your face.

“I got a new perfume at the mall today.”

“Hm, did you, now?” his smirk looked like trouble, it always did, and this time you couldn’t help but stare at it. “It was a good choice. I don’t think I wanna let you go, from how good you smell,” his fingers tightened around your hips, his eyes closed and he took a deep breath once again. “I want that smell all over the house, sweets. I want it all over my clothes. This shit’s more addicting than nicotine.”

You giggled, “Stop that. I can buy you a bottle too if you like it so much,” your hands toying with the hem of his shirt.

“Fuck no, it wouldn’t smell as good. It’s your skin, what makes the combo,” his eyes still closed, he shortened the distance between you again, his nose running up your cheek, his hand running up your arm, in such sweet caresses it almost made your eyes water.

“Eddie…” you pleaded, the lack of distance between you numbing your senses, you wanted him so bad, and he had no idea what he was doing to you.

“Yeah, baby?” the new nickname, whispered so softly right next to your ear, was the drop of water to break the dam. You gently pushed him back, causing him to open his eyes at last, those huge brown eyes of his that could make you do anything for him.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t do this. You can’t do this to me, Eddie.”

“What are you talking about?” he tried to come near you again, but you took a step back. Small - you didn’t want to distance yourself from him, but his closeness was making you dizzy. He seemed hurt.

“There’s no way you don’t know what I’m talking about. There’s no way you don’t know the effect you have on me,” trying your best not to let your voice fail, not to let the frustrated tears fall. Eddie seemed genuinely confused, though.

“I have an… effect on you?! As in like, a sexual effect on you?” his eyes were cartoonishly wide, and you almost laughed at the way he was phrasing his words.

“No! Well, yeah, that too, but that’s not the main thing-”

“Excuse me?!”

“Eddie, let me finish!” he mimicked zipping his mouth closed and throwing away the key, but you could see that, despite his fake calm demeanor, his hands were shaking. “I am… in love with you. Okay?” you decided to rip off the band-aid all at once. “I’m in love with you and this that you’re doing, that you do constantly, is not helping me. And it’s not your fault, it really isn’t, because the way you’re so obsessed with physical contact is precisely one of the reasons that made me fall in love with you, but it just makes it harder for me, because I fall harder for you with every single touch.”

You let it all out in basically one breath like you were exorcising it out of you, not that it was a bad thing per se, but it was consuming you and all of your thoughts and driving you slowly insane.

Eddie had zipped his mouth closed, but it was now open in a shocked expression, those huge brown eyes even huger and he was not moving at all. It was honestly kind of scary.

“Look, you don’t have to change your ways, I’ll just distance myself, and you don’t have to say anything, I know you don’t feel the same way so you don’t have to say it back or anything, anyway I’ll just see myself out, I’m so sorry I ruined movie night-” you couldn’t stop the tears anymore as you headed to your bags by the cough, to get the fucking perfume that triggered all of this mess in the first place, you were kidding about your falling empire, but losing Eddie because of your stupid, unrequited feelings really felt like a tragic fucking story.

“NO!” he grabbed you by the arm when you passed through him on your way to the door, him finally snapping back into reality. “What, no, what are you talking about, I don’t feel the same? Fucking god up in the fucking sky, baby, how can you be so oblivious?”

You were the one shocked this time, as he took your bags from your fingers and delicately set them back on the floor beside your feet, hands cupping your face, touching your foreheads together.

“I’m entirely, unreservedly, far gone, topsy-turvy, head over heels, à corps perdu in love with you. How do you not see it?” As he said it, you saw it. In the way his eyes gleamed towards you, the way his cheeks turned pink, the way he was drawing circles with his thumbs against your skin - so softly, as if he was afraid he’d break you like porcelain.

Of all the times he’d hug you hello and goodbye, just a tidbit longer than he would hug everyone else. Of all the times he’d stretch his arm around you on the couch, touch your shoulder with just the tip of his fingers, thread them at the base of your neck in such a gentle caress you could almost not feel it. Of all the times he’d lay in your lap and beg you to run your hands through his hair, the hair he’d spend products and hours to make look like it was effortlessly styled in that rockstar wavy aura, the hair he wouldn’t let anyone else touch.

You were as blind as a mole. That made you laugh.

“I’m gonna say it right the fuck back, baby. I love you too,” he said it right back, before his lips found yours, the scent of your new perfume building up your new empire, not an empire, a home for him right in the center of your heart.

And maybe, just maybe, he’d see your sexy lacy lingerie set sooner rather than later.

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risriswrites · 1 year

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Mary's Song

summary: bradley bradshaw is in love with his best friend and it takes them years to figure out how to tell each other how they feel. loosely based on taylor swift's song "mary's song (oh my my my)"

pairing: best friend reader x bradley bradshaw, fem reader

author's note: so this is my first time writing a fanfic and actually posting it anywhere. i'm actually really proud of it so if anyone reads it and actually likes it feel free to like and reblog :)

word count: 7.8k words

She said, "I was seven and you were nine"

I looked at you like the stars that shine

In the sky, the pretty lights

And our daddies used to joke about the two of us

Growing up and falling in love

And our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes

And said, "Oh my, my, my"

It was a sunny summer day in Santa Barbara, California. Carole wasn’t sure if it was going to be a good beach day with the temperature being in the mid 70’s. A subtle breeze could easily take that seemingly beach friendly weather and turn it into a frigid nightmare.

In the end the absence of clouds made her commit to packing up her beach bag, loading up the car, and dragging her only son to the beach to soak up some much-needed sun.

Their lives had changed since losing Nick. Even though five years had passed, the loss still impacted them every day. Thankfully, having Mav around softened the heartache a little.

Pete had given Carole a call earlier that week letting her know he would be in town on his “completely unnecessary” vacation. And after humoring him with some back-and-forth banter and mild guilt tripping, she was able to convince him to come to Santa Barbara for the week.

Carole had never known Mav to have a sister, so when he shows up with a seven-year-old girl in tow claiming it’s his niece, she’s a little flabbergasted.

“It’s just so hard for me to wrap my head around that I’ve known you for years, and never knew you had a sister! Let alone a niece.” Carole squints at him accusingly.

Maverick, who had decided to take full advantage of the California sun, was laying out on an old lawn chair Carole had brought out for him. Peering over his aviators at her he smirked, “I’ve gotta keep some secrets to myself, don’t ya think? Besides, my sister and I weren’t close until a couple of years ago, so there wasn’t much to tell anyway.” He deflected. He wasn’t going to tell Carole the reason behind the reconnection of the two siblings being the death of her late husband.

“Still, when you first brought her out here, I thought you had finally found someone to settle down with and had a kid. Albeit I would have been offended for not getting an invite to your wedding if you had decided to have one, but I digress.” Carole brought the bottle of water she packed up to her lips gingerly, sipping at the refreshing liquid. Turns out she had left the umbrella at home and the sun had taken no pity upon her mishap.

“Definitely not the case. You know how I feel about settling down and it hasn’t really changed since Charlie.” Maverick let out, breathing out a laugh in the process.

Carole rolled her eyes, pushing her sunglasses further up the bridge of her nose, “It’ll happen one day when you least expect it to Mav, I can guarantee you that. Can’t be the heartbreaker forever.” She huffed, glancing over to the two children currently chasing each other on the beach.

Pete followed her gaze and focused on the scene playing out in front of him; hoping to derail Carole from lecturing him about his past lovers.

“She’s gonna have him wrapped around her little finger before the week’s over. I can see it now” he smiled, nodding his head in the direction of the two kids. Mav watched on as his niece looked up at Bradley with a small pout forming on her face, seemingly disgruntled with the game after playing it for so long and is now trying to convince him to partake in something else.

With a soft smile and another roll of her eyes Carole leaned further back in her chair letting her eyes flutter shut, knowing her son was safe with Mav’s own eyes on him.

“I mean seriously Carole, they’re gonna grow up and end up disgustingly in love with each other. Mark my words.” His gaze never leaving the two kids who had stopped chasing each other; after Maverick’s niece had successfully changed Bradley’s mind.

Now instead, opting to dig a tunnel from the water to a little pit they had made further up the beach. Mav had overheard his niece calling it a “hot tub” but he’s certain that whatever they were making had no resemblance to one in the slightest. Bradley didn’t seem to mind though and had gone along with the small build anyway, glancing over to the seven year-old girl every now-and-then to see how she liked it.

Carole didn’t even bother with glancing up at the two when replying to Mav with a very sarcastic “sure Pete” and allowing herself to slip back into brief relaxation.

Oh My My My

*Nine years later*

I was sixteen when suddenly

I wasn't that little girl you used to see

But your eyes still shined like pretty lights

“Relax sunshine, you’re gonna be fine.”

“Bradley, I swear if you tell me I’m going to be fine one more time I’m going to throw the nearest object to me at your head.” You growled.

Bradley glanced at the scene in front of him, his best friend of nine years (and counting) sitting on the floor of her bedroom currently pouting angrily down at her latest grade, with the closest object to her being an old textbook. Cute.

You have terrible aim; he’ll take his chances.

“Sunshine” he breathes out. “I’ve told you before Mr. Greenwood is just a hard-ass who likes knowing his class is one of the most difficult to pass in all of high school.” Bradley sighed.

You let out another huff of frustration swiping a lock of hair out of your face, “I know, I know, it’s just so annoying. I’ve spent weeks preparing for this exam and the most I can show for it is a B-.”

“You’ve only got a month left and you’ll be out of there, don’t stress about it, you’re passing and that’s what matters.” Bradley reassures.

“Easy for you to say, you’re graduating in three weeks, leaving me behind at this poor excuse of a school. Who knows when I’ll see you again! You’ll probably move to another country to become a hippie, learn to speak a different language, and change your name to something obscene like Holden” you sputter out waving your hands around in the process.

Bradley scrunches his eyebrows and wrinkles his nose at the obscene set of words that just left your lips, “I’ll have you know I would not become a hippie.” He pauses briefly before continuing, “I’d be a musician, thank you very much.” Bradley mocks offence.

You finally glance up at him from your spot on the floor, almost instantly regretting that decision. He looks too attractive laid out on your bed like that, it’s almost unfair.

Bradley had filled out a little over the summer, rambling on and on about how he wants to be in top physical condition for when he starts training to become a naval pilot -like his dad had been and consequentially like Uncle Mav. Last time you looked over to him a mere two minutes ago he was laid out on your bed looking up towards the ceiling like it was some humongous puzzle piece.

Now as you look at him, he’s propped himself up onto his forearm; his bicep muscle making itself very apparent; supporting his body weight on it, while simultaneously leaning his head on his fist, gazing softly down at you. Stop looking at me like that or I swear I’m going to fall in love with you.

You visibly swallowed before casting your eyes back down at your paper lying on the floor beneath you.

“I like that you’re more offended by the job title than the name change,” she scoffs.

“Also, there’s no way you’d become a musician, I refuse to believe you possess such a talent.” You threw back, giving your head a shake.

Bradley scoffed before jumping into a spiel of how he’s “like a magician” when he’s on the piano. Lecturing about his many talents and capabilities in an attempt to pull you away from staring at that stupid piece of paper any longer.

A smile pulls from your lips before you let out a few giggles regarding his exaggerated so called “talents”.

Bradley perks up at this and fixes you with a teasing glare, “What are you laughing at? I’m serious! I'm one of the best pianists of all time! I even give Beethoven a run for his money.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do, given that Beethoven has been dead for over a hundred years.” You chortle, tossing your head back in another round of laughs.

Bradley raises his eyebrows in offence, “Oh now you’re in for it.”

You look up between your fits of laughter only to see an eighteen-year-old Bradley Bradshaw launching himself off your bed and tackling you to the ground.

Bradley immediately starts wriggling his fingers up and down the sides of your ribcage, knowing that you’re extremely ticklish, sending you into an uncontrollable amount of laughter. You push away Bradley’s hands a few times in futile attempts to get him away from you; throwing yourself around in the process, before abandoning that plan and instead trying to push at his chest.

You manage to hook your leg over one of his and give his chest a hefty push using all your weight to send him over your shoulder. He grabs ahold of your arm in the process, bringing you with him. Both teenagers now laughing uncontrollably.

Bradley is currently holding both of your arms captive against his chest, laughing at your adorable attempt to try and tickle him. And you joining in because, why did you think you were going to be able to out-muscle him?

You look down at Bradley, stopping your assault and just enjoying the moment. His head is tossed back on the hard-wood floor, eyebrows scrunched while his eyes remain tightly closed pinching at the sides, his mouth is open letting out little breaths of laughter. He’s so beautiful. Your laughs have stopped now, just staring down at him with a soft smile.

Bradley notices your laughs have stopped and chooses that moment to look up. Oh. You’re peering down at him with a smile on your lips and a look he can’t quite decipher in your eyes. Your eyes are so pretty. He gives you a sheepish smile back. It’s too quiet now, and when did his hands move to your waist?

At that moment a loud, shrill pinging rings in the pair’s ears throughout the room. Making both teens scramble away from each other in a mess of “Oh I’m sorry” and “Shit” as your limbs get caught up in your hurriedness to get away from a moment neither of you know what to do with.

Bradley crosses the room in a few long, hurried strides successfully turning the obnoxious alarm off.

He huffs out a breath in mild relief. With the alarm off, your room is once again blanketed in quiet, which funnily enough he’s not sure if he prefers the silence or the pinging of his alarm. He turns to look at you and decides then that he definitely prefers the alarm over the silence. You’re standing at the opposite end of the room; your hair is a bit of a mess and you’ve got a subtle blush to your cheeks making your skin glow a little differently. Fuck.

He swallows, deciding to break the silence “I gotta go. Gotta be up for school tomorrow.”

You nod your head peering down at the floor afraid to look into his eyes, “Yeah” you breathe out. A beat passes, “Yeah of course. It’s late, I’ll walk you out.” You ramble out, before running a hand through your hair, hoping to compose yourself quickly and pray he doesn’t pick up on the massive crush you have on him.

You’re swinging your bedroom door open and stepping out hurriedly before Bradley can even grab his keys and wallet. He takes a breath once he’s got everything and forces himself to follow you out of the room.

You didn’t make it far without him, just a few steps down the hallway of your room before he’s right behind you again.

Before he knows it, you’ve made it to your front door and you’re swinging the cream colored door open for him. “See you tomorrow?” you ask as nonchalantly as you can, throwing him a tight smile as if it were a bone.

He steps over the threshold of your home, putting a little space between the two of you. Something’s different. He glances up at you, eyes wandering over your facial features. It’s still you, but something’s different.

He gives you a soft smile shoving his hands into the pocket of his jeans deciding to let that thought go for the night, “Yeah I’ll swing by to pick you up.”

You glance over at the blue bronco currently sitting in your mom’s driveway. Your eyes quickly flitting from him to the bronco and back to him before you give him a genuine smile, “Sounds great!”

He gives a short nod before he’s pulling you away from the door into a quick hug, giving your waist a squeeze, then begrudgingly letting you go. Bradley turns away from you then, and starts walking down the gravel of your driveway.

You watch from your front door, making sure he gets into his truck safely. Leaning against the doorframe as you call out, “Let me know when you get home!”

He looks back as he opens the door smiling, shaking his head with a short breath of laughter leaving his lips, leaning his weight onto the door tilting his head up as he shouts back to you, “I’ll call you!”

And then he’s climbing into the driver’s seat, starting the car, reversing out of your driveway and speeding down the road to get home to his mom, who no doubt is wondering when her son will be home; he said he’d be back by ten and it’s almost twelve in the morning.

You watch him speed off before deciding you should really close the door and stop watching after him like he’s going to turn around and come back.

With that thought in mind, you grip the door and shut it softly. Leaning against it in hopes to not wake your mom; at least that’s what you’re telling yourself, who’s got a shift at the hospital in a few hours.

“Bradley leave?”

You nearly jump out of your own skin at the sound of your mom’s voice. “Jesus don’t scare me like that! At least make a noise or something before talking, I swear I almost shit myself.” you huff. “But yes, he just left, and I really need to get ready for bed sooo… goodnight.” And with that, you’re quickly making your way back to your room to start your night routine.

Your mom watches you make a quick escape before rolling her eyes and laughing softly to herself.

Oh My My My

*Nine years later*

“I’m just saying, there’s no way you guys didn’t date back then.” Jessie emphasizes, punctuating her statement by pointing an accusing finger in your direction, slurping her strawberry milkshake obnoxiously.

You roll your eyes, glancing away from your friend to look through the window at the traffic piling up outside of the small diner. “Nothing happened Jessie” you huff, mumbling an “unfortunately” under your breath. Jessie doesn’t notice, thankfully.

“Well, you guys had everyone else fooled in school then. I’m pretty sure Kimmy was going to blow a gasket when she asked Bradley to go on a date and he shot her down because of you.” She smirks, swirling a fry into her milkshake before biting into it.

You huff in annoyance, “Okay that was like nine years ago first of all. Second of all, I had nothing to do with that! He could’ve easily gone on that date. He knows I would’ve been fine with rescheduling our weekly movie night.” you follow your statement quickly by sipping from your own milkshake, trying to avoid having this conversation with Jessie for what seems like the billionth time.

“That’s my entire point! He could’ve if he wanted to! But instead, he turned her down to spend time with YOU!” she all but shouts.

You tuck into yourself, scanning the diner to see if anyone was paying attention to Jessie’s loud proclamation. No one’s looking; to your relief, so you quickly return your gaze to her. “Look, Bradley and I have been best friends since we were seven. I’m pretty sure if he had any romantic feelings for me, he would’ve acted on them by now.”

“Where is your loverboy anyway?” Jessie asks, quirking a perfectly arched brow.

Another frustrated huff leaves your lips, Jessie was never the type of friend to let something go. You grab at a fry from your own plate and casually dip it into the pool of ketchup before tossing it into your mouth, “I think he has training today.” You punctuate your guess with a shrug of your shoulders, “I don’t really know, I’m not his keeper.” That’s exactly where he is. He texted you this morning saying so himself.

“Why? Do you want to go on a date with him?” you tease.

“God no! He’s not my type, you know that.” Jessie scoffs.

“Mhm, sure he’s not.” He’s not. You’re just tired of Jessie trying to make something out of nothing. False hope sucks, so reversing the accusations onto Jessie allows you to have the upper hand.

Jessie flicks a strand of wavy black hair out of her face, takes her last sip from her milkshake, then fixes you with a pointed look, “I know you want me to drop it so I will. But please just think about it. There’s something there, and I’m ninety-five percent sure if you were to kiss Bradshaw the next time you saw him, he wouldn’t pull away.”

And with that, Jessie scoots from her side of the booth, grabs her check, and proceeds to walk up to the cash register to pay for her meal, and to flirt with the cashier of course.

With a small smile and a shake of your head, you grab your own check and start to scoot out of the old booth.

Once Jessie has secured the cashier’s number you pay for your meal and you both exit the diner pausing outside to give each other a brief hug before parting ways to your respective vehicles.

Once inside of your car you immediately lock the doors and glance briefly down at your phone. A new message from Bradley has popped up.

Bradley: “Hey sunshine, I’m going to be finishing up here in two hours, do you want to meet up at the hard deck for some drinks?”

Your heart jumps at the idea of seeing Bradley later. Fucking traitor.

You: “Hey!”

You: “Yeah I’m down for that! What time are you thinking?”

You put your phone down in the cupholder of your car and pull out of the diner’s parking lot. Halfway back to your apartment your phone vibrates inside of the cupholder. Knowing that it’s probably Bradley has you going a little over the speed limit to hurry home.

Once you’re safely parked in your designated spot, you grab at your phone, unlocking it to see what he’s said.

Bradley: “7:15?”

You quickly send a quick “that sounds good” text before hopping out of your car and making the trek up to your space.

By the time you’ve ascended the elevator to your room and locked the door behind you, your phone has vibrated again.

Bradley: “Perfect, I’ll come pick you up.”

With a few hours to kill you kick off your sneakers and jeans, throwing on one of your favorite oversized shirts and make yourself comfortable on the couch.

A power nap is just what you need in order to liven yourself up to go out to the bar with Bradley. So, with that thought in mind you set an alarm for an hour and click your phone off, slipping under your old throw blanket and drift off to sleep.

Only to be awakened by the blaring noises of said alarm, what feels like only seconds later.

Sure enough, it’s been an hour. You huff in annoyance throwing the blanket off your face and take a few deep breaths before forcing yourself to sit up from the couch and make your way to your bedroom to pick out an outfit for tonight.

The little yellow sundress you bought a few months ago peeks out from your closet and you quickly pull it from its hanger before you can talk yourself out of it. Discarding your oversized shirt onto your chair you slip the sundress over your head and pull it down to settle at your midthigh.

Glancing at your reflection in the mirror you decide a touch up of your makeup and fluffing of the hair should be enough for tonight.

Once you’re finished, you glance over at your phone to check the time, pressing on the screen making it come to life. There’s a text from Bradley telling you he’ll be at your place in five minutes – four minutes ago. Your eyes go wide, and a panic runs down your spine before you’re scrambling around your room for a pair of shoes to go with your dress and where the fuck did you put your purse?

A few knocks land on your door moments later and you curse under your breath deciding to just go answer the door and forego searching for your purse. Only to see it sittin pretty on your kitchen island.

Swiping the forsaken piece of faux leather off the counter you stride towards the door, opening it in one swift motion.

And there he is.

Bradley Bradshaw in all of his sun kissed glory, hands in his jean pockets looking down your hall before he’s turning to look at you.

He sucks in a quick breath, barely audible, but you heard it.

Fuck, stop looking at me like that.

“Hey” he breathes out.

“Hi” you smile.

A second passes by, both of you just looking at each other before you come out of your daze and decide you’ve been staring for too long.

You breathe out a laugh and step out into the hallway, “ready to go?” you ask.

He takes a small step back from you as you turn to lock your door, giving his head a shake before fixing his gaze. Once you’ve turned yourself back to face him he has an easy smile on his face grabbing your hand in his, leading the way down the hallway, “Just waiting on you sunshine.”

You roll your eyes, he can’t see it, but he knows you’ve done it as soon as you quip out, “Coming from the guy who sets aside time to groom his barely-there pornstache I’ll take as much time as I please, thank you very much.”

He hits the “down” button for the elevator before turning to you and settles his hands on your hips pulling you a little closer to him. Your breath hitches at the action and your eyes widen for a second before you’re forcing yourself to appear normal again, unbothered.

“So now you’re hating on my stache,” he fixes you with a questioning look.

You stick your chin up a bit in defiance, “yes.”

You say it so confidently he almost believes you.

“Oh really? Then who was the one protesting against Nat, just last week; about the ‘stache’ being one of my best features? And how I can’t shave it off,” he raises an eyebrow.

The elevator button dings allowing you a brief escape from his grasp and question. Sidestepping out of his hands into the elevator, you press the “ground floor” button before looking back at him cocking your head to the side smiling, “Wasn’t that Jessie?”

He jumps into the elevator before the doors close and scoffs out a laugh nudging his shoulder against yours, “No sunshine, pretty sure that was you.”

“I don’t recall saying that.” You hum back.

“That’s because you were too busy downing those fruity drinks of yours.”

“Okay first of all, it’s called a fuzzy naval, second of all, it’s not my fault beer is disgusting, I don’t even know why you guys drink that shit.” you scrunch your face at him.

The pair of you step out of the elevator, Bradley once again slipping his hand back into yours, “Don’t worry sunshine, I won’t judge you.”

You decide not to comment on that and just let Bradley guide you to his blue bronco. Seriously, that car just screams Bradley Bradshaw and you’re not sure if you like the car so much because of the way it looks, or if it’s just him.

“Bradshaw, you have got to let me drive her one day.”

Bradley opens his passenger door for you and keeps a hold on your hand, helping you into the bronco. Totally unnecessary but you’ll allow it. One side of his mouth quirks up in a smirk, “in your dreams baby” and then he’s shutting your door and jogging over to the driver’s side.

That’s new.

Before you know it, he’s reversing out of the guest parking space and turning onto the main road to get to the bar of choice, the Hard Deck.

He’s got his window down letting one arm lean out of it and the other has a grip on the steering wheel, looking completely relaxed and carefree. You turn to look out your own window, leaning your head back against the headrest letting the soft sound of ABBA playing through his speakers to be the only thing you focus on.

Once he’s parked, Bradley has already made his way to your side of the vehicle and is opening your door, before you can even reach for the handle. He offers his hand to you again and you take it as you step down and out from the bronco.

You smile at him mumbling out a quick “thank you” before letting his hand go again and start heading towards the entrance of the Hard Deck. He follows behind you quickly grabbing the door for the both of you and letting it swing closed behind him.

The Hard Deck is a little crowded tonight, so Bradley decides to make his way in front of you to make it easier for the both of you to head towards the bar. This time you slip your hand in his as to not lose him in the mass of people.

Bradley’s heart jumping at the feeling of you reaching for him this time.

Once you’ve reached the bar he grabs Penny’s attention, waving her over to him.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite troublemaking duo.” Penny smirks. “The usual?” she quirks a brow.

Bradley smiles before replying with a “you got it”, and Penny glances over to you for a confirmation on Bradley’s request, receiving a small smile and a nod promptly followed by a “yes please”.

Penny lets out a light laugh before heading off to get Bradley a beer and to teach one of her new girls how to make a “fuzzy naval”.

Bradley looks around the bar looking to see if he can find Nat in the sea of civilians and naval aviators. He knew that more often than not, she’d be floating around here once they’d finished up for the day. Most of the naval aviators would come here to destress after training, so it’s not much of a surprise to him when he sees her leaning against the pool table, baiting another civilian into playing a round of pool.

Once he’s spotted Nat, he makes a mental note to head over to the pool table she’s currently occupying. He knows you find comfort in Nat’s company and considering the amount of people crowding around the bar tonight, he can already see that you’re ready to make a run for it.

He slides his arm around your shoulders, trying to provide some comfort before you two can move away from the bar.

Bradley gives your shoulder a light squeeze to gain your attention before he points casually over to Nat. You smile up at him before turning back to the bar, relaxing into his side.

Finally, Penny returns with your drinks, flashing the two of you a smile and giving Bradley a knowing look before she’s turned away and rushing to the opposite end of the bar. Bradley grabs your hand pulling you towards Nat.

Natasha sees the two of you making your way over to her and the grin she had on her face widens even more seeing Bradley holding your hand.

Once the pair of you have reached her, she hits the cue ball towards the black eight ball. Easily slotting it into the pocket, shooting a hand out to the shocked civilian; who she has successfully hustled for the night. He lays a fifty-dollar bill in her hand and walks away in shame before she’s turning and looking at the two lovestruck dumbasses in front of her.

Smiling she says, “Look who decided to drag her ass away from work to make it out tonight.”

You smirk, “How’s the best naval aviator I know?”

Natasha’s smile turns into a smirk, “She’s doing great, already made fifty bucks off the civvy who’s sulking over there in the corner.” She gives her head a nod, gesturing to the man who’s now looking like a kicked puppy, chatting with his buddies.

Natasha turns back to the duo, “Head was a little big when he came over here, figured I’d help him deflate it a bit,” she shrugged.

You laugh and Bradley just looks up to the ceiling with a small shake of his head.

“Good, someone needs to do it.” You say, exasperated, sipping on your drink in the process.

Bradley just let you and Nat carry on conversing with each other, listening in on things that he deemed important, but he was mainly just looking at you. Eyes roaming over your features as you talk.

He is definitely enjoying the view. You’re giggling at something Nat had said, occasionally sipping on your drink, usually followed by flicking a strand of hair out of your face. Don’t even get him started on how the sundress is making him feel. Where did you even get that from? You never wear sundresses. The color complements your skin and makes you stick out in the sea of khaki and jeans like a sore thumb.

He's suddenly pulled back into the conversation when Nat smugly starts talking about training earlier today.

“Oh, and you’ll never guess who finally got their callsign today” Nat laughs, exaggeratedly leaning over towards you, sneaking her eyes over to Bradley.

You whip your head over to him with widened eyes, “You didn’t tell me that you got your callsign today!”

“It’s not a big deal sunshine,” he smiles warmly at her, happy to have her attention on him instead of Nat.

That statement grants him an eyeroll from you, “sure it isn’t. It’s not like you’ve been wanting to know what your callsign would be since you were five.”

He lets out a laugh, bringing his beer up to his lips and taking a sip, eyes trained on yours.

Your eyes flicker to his lips for a second before you catch yourself and focus back on his eyes again.

He smirks and drags the bottle away from his lips setting it down on a nearby table, “they decided to pay homage to my dad” he breathes out. “So, Rooster is what they came up with,” a small smile graces his lips. “Keeping it in the bird category.”

You smile warmly at him, squeezing his arm, “I like it.”

“Definitely beats Holden by a landslide.” you scoff.

Bradley snorts and glances over to Nat, who’s watching the exchange with a knowing smile.

“Has Nat told you hers yet?” he inquires.

You shake your head before fixing Nat with a questioning stare.

Nat lets out a huff, “It’s a long story”.

“Well, how about you two talk about it while I grab us another drink.” He suggested.

With approval received by both women he quickly makes his way back over to the bar ordering two drinks and a water for himself.

He’s drumming his fingers on the bar waiting for the drinks, casually bobbing his head with the music, when he catches movement out of the corner of his eye. Knowing you and phoenix were in that general area he turns his head to check in on them, only to see some dick, leaning on the pool table attempting at starting up a conversation with you.

He watches as your face, once relaxed and happy, turns sour. With narrowed eyes and pursed lips, you start talking back to the stranger.

Bradley hasn’t moved yet, but the longer the guy stands there talking to his girl, the angrier he gets.

Bradley thinks he could’ve been fine with letting you and phoenix handle the dick who looks like he walked straight off the set of jersey shore. However, the second he put his hand on your wrist Bradley lost all resolve and was moving swiftly from the bar to make his way back towards you.

You scowled down at the unwanted hand on your wrist before yanking it back towards your body, “Yeah, that’s great, glad you’re having a good night, but don’t touch me.”

“Oh, come on sweetheart, I was only being friendly. Let me buy you a drink?” He reached again for your hand, prompting you to take a step back, bumping into a hard, familiar chest.

“Pretty sure she already told you to keep your hands to yourself.” An arm sneaks around your waist, “And I’d hate to have to tell you again.” Bradley’s hostile voice rings in your ears, crystal clear over the music coming from the jukebox.

The Vinny wannabe scrunches his brows at the pair, “hey man, maybe if you don’t want your girl to be approached, maybe you should tell her how to dress. You can see that ass for miles.”

Bradley clenches his jaw and starts to make his way around you when he feels his hand being pulled back. Turning to face you, he gives you a questioning look, furrowing his eyebrows in the process. You mumble out a quick “I’ve got this handled” before moving around him and slapping the greasy-haired asshole.

The sound reverberates through the bar and effectively catches Penny’s attention, and without another thought she’s wringing the bell. You don’t disrespect women or members of the navy in her bar, and from the way both Bradley and Natasha are glaring down at the man in front of them, she’s guessing he did both.

Two naval officers appear out of the sea of people and roughly grab at the guy’s arms, dragging him from standing in front of you, Bradley, and Natasha to landing in the sand outside the bar’s parking lot.

Penny locks eyes with you receiving a smile and giving one in return before directing her attention towards Bradley, who’s glare is still transfixed on the door where jersey shore was thrown to the wayside.

Penny frowns and locks eyes again with you nodding her head towards Bradley before turning her attention back to serving the crowd that has formed at the back of the bar.

You take a step towards him and grab his arm, giving it a subtle squeeze. Bradley breaks his glare from the door to meet your sparkling eyes, and just like that his anger melts away and he refocuses on getting his girl a drink. Nat had started another round of pool with a naval officer so Bradley decided to bring you with him up to the bar, finding one stool unoccupied and allowing you to sit while he stands and waits.

Not much is said between you two while you wait for their drinks, the sound of Billy Joel’s “uptown girl” muffled by the chatter that has resumed throughout the bar.

Bradley’s eyes are scanning the bar, while yours are focused on Penny who is putting the final touches on your drink. And before you know it another fuzzy naval is placed in front of you, along with a brand of Natasha’s favorite beer. With both drinks finally accounted for, Bradley grabs your hand once more and makes the journey back over to Nat.

Casual conversation ensues between the three of you for a few more hours before Penny calls out to inform you that she’s closing up for the night. Bradley closes out his tab for the night and you guys make your way out to the parking lot.

Nat is still walking towards a vehicle that has pulled into the parking lot when she turns her head lazily to face her two best friends, “well, it’s been fun troublemakers, but I need to get back to the base. Early morning and all.” She waves a hand out to them and a small smirk spreads across her face before she calls out, “Rooster, don’t forget what I told you earlier!”

Bradley gives her a mock salute before she’s hopping into the vehicle and riding out of the parking lot.

You look over to him with a goofy smile on your face (possibly from the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed in the past few hours), “what’s that all about?”

Bradley looks down at you and laughs at the ridiculous look on your face. Hooking his arm around your shoulder he leans down towards your ear and whispers, “you wanna walk the beach a little, before I bring you back to your place?” effectively avoiding your question.

Your eyes light up at the idea and you immediately b-line it past the Hard Deck and towards the pitch black sea. Bradley shakes his head before bolting after you, “Hang-on speed racer!”

Giggling erupts past your lips, “hurry up Roo!”

Bradley’s smile faulters for a second as his heart lurches in his chest at the new nickname.

He finally reaches you and grabs for your hand yanking you back to him. You’re all giggles and messy hair with a light flush on your cheeks, definitely from the alcohol.

You place your hands on his chest, feeling the warmth through the white t-shirt lying underneath his Hawaiian button down. Classic Bradley.

“You know my callsign for all of five hours and you’re already shortening it sunshine.”

You push your body away from him, only keeping one hand in his as you lead him further down the beach, “I like it, it’s cute.”

“That is not what callsigns are for. But I’ll let it slide just this once.”

“I don’t know, I’m quite fond of it, Roo” you smile back at him this time, clearly teasing. Teasing is always easier than admitting your feelings after all.

“Makes me think of that cute little kangaroo from ‘Winnie the pooh’. Oh! And you’re tall, and kangaroos can be tall!”

“So, what I’m hearing is, you think I’m cute and tall.” Bradley teases.

You blow out an exasperated breath, “No Bradley, I said that kangaroos are cute and tall.”

“But I remind you of a kangaroo from Winnie the pooh?”

“Yes.”

“And kangaroos are cute? And can be tall?”

“Yes.”

Bradley quirks a brow up at you, “So, by association of being nicknamed after a kangaroo. I’m cute and tall.”

You scrunch your nose up at him, “Not everything is about you Bradshaw.”

You let go of the hand you’re holding and continue your walk forward, hyper focused on the ground as you walk.

“I’m taking it as a compliment anyway.” He states, following after you.

After a few minutes of just ambling down the beach in comfortable silence Bradley decides the two of you should probably start heading back to his bronco.

He quickens his pace to reach for your hand and is once again pulling you back towards him.

Being slightly tipsy though doesn’t forebode well with trying to stay balanced and you manage to trip over your feet, falling into Bradley. He stumbles back trying to keep the both of you upright before he loses his balance as well and is falling into the sand.

“Shit” you breathe out, “Are you okay?”

Bradley has one hand on your waist and one hand cupping the back of your head.

“I’m fine sunshine, are you okay?” eyes currently wandering the expansion of your face checking for any signs of pain or visible injuries.

“Well, I was fine until you pulled me down. I was looking for seashells,” a small pout forming on your lips, Bradley’s eyes instantly falling down to them.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to ask if you were ready to go home.” He whispers out, afraid that whatever spell your under right now will be broken at the mere mention of leaving.

“You coulda just asked? Didn’t have to pull me to the ground to get my attention.” you mumble out.

“I don’t know about that sunshine; you were pretty focused” fingers playing with the fabric of your dress. “Besides, I think I have a great view right now.” His eyes have moved from your lips back up to your eyes.

A beat passes. Your cheeks are flushed pink and you’re painfully aware that you’ve been laying on top of him for longer than what can be considered normal, but you can’t move. He’s pinned you to where you’re at with his honey brown eyes and you’re positive you can’t move away.

You’re holding your breath above him, he’s too close. Too close for you to pretend that you only see him as your best friend. And the way he’s looking at you right now, isn’t helping.

Closing your eyes, you take a breath in, “You’ve gotta stop looking at me like that.”

And then you’re making an attempt at getting up and off of him.

Bradley’s eyebrows furrow before he’s catching your arm and pulling you back down to him. Your eyes are still closed.

“How am I looking at you?” he whispers.

“Like you can see my soul.” You suck in a breath and open your eyes; fuck it, “Like I’m the only person you want to look at for the rest of your life.”

Exhaling the breath you’d been holding you murmur, “and I can’t sit here and continue to pretend it doesn’t do anything to me when it does.” You look up and out towards the sand dunes that lead back over to the main road.

You really don’t want to hear the rejection, let alone see it.

Completely prepared to get up and off of him again you’re about to do just that, when he lets out a small chuckle.

A few tears begin to form in your eyes as you begin to whip your head down to tell him off for being a fucking asshole when you see that he’s still looking at you with the same adoration on his face.

Bradley’s bringing your face closer to his, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “sounds about right then” he whispers, lips ghosting over your own.

Five seconds is how long it takes for you to understand what he just said before he’s slotting his lips against yours.

The world feels like it’s stopped and the only thing grounding you to it is Bradley and the feeling of his lips caressing your own.

The kiss is tender and sweet, there’s no rush or clashing of teeth, it’s calm and patient. Like the love you’ve had for each other that’s been building over the years. His hand that had a hold of your arm has moved to cup the back of your neck, keeping you close, where you belong. Your body once cool from the sea breeze, now feels as though it’s on fire as you melt into Bradley; his mustache tickling your top lip.

Bradley sits up bringing you with him as the two of you explore each other’s lips for a couple more seconds, before you’re breaking the kiss to get some air. Leaning your forehead against his, you smile, eyes still closed.

Bradley has his own smile on his face as he nudges your nose with his, “Only took eighteen years of being best friends, but we got there.”

You let out a short laugh, “Speak for yourself, I was ready for you to kiss me when I was sixteen.”

Bradley lets out a chuckle, “I think we need to make up for lost time then, shouldn’t we?” he mumbles against your lips.

“Definitely” you whisper before capturing his lips with your own.

You pull away again all too soon for his liking as a groan leaves his lips, mouth chasing after yours.

You laugh, running your fingers through his soft curls and he lets out a hum, “I still wanna know what Phoenix said.”

“Calling Nat by her callsign now huh?” He pecks your lips trying to bring you into another long kiss, before sighing out an, “Okay.”

“She told me to grow a pair and ask you to be my girlfriend. Said something about how she couldn’t keep dealing with all of the sexual tension.”

“Which speaking of by the way, I love this dress on you.” his hand bunching up the material around your waist as he says it.

Giggling you lean forward again, catching his lips, letting out a hum of appreciation, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Bradley leans back and looks you in the eyes again. You’re glowing brighter than the moonlight shining down on you right now, and if the sun was out he’s certain you’d be shining brighter than that too.

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” a confident look has settled across his face as he bites his lip, waiting for your answer.

You hum again, looking over his shoulder in mock contemplation. Head moving from side to side in an attempt to look like you’re weighing your options. Bradley squeezes your sides earning a squeal from you as you try to block his hands.

He stops long enough for you to catch a breath and look back over to him, “Yes” you breathe out.

His lips quirk up into a surprised smile, “yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Bradley surges forward towards you again and brings you into another blinding kiss.

He breaks the kiss this time, before murmuring, “Any chance I can stay at your place tonight?” his tone hopeful.

“Keep kissing me like that and I don’t think I’ll ever let you leave.” you smile.

He grins at you, “That’s the plan, sunshine.”

Oh My My My

#bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun fic #slow burn #miles teller #topgun maverick #mutual pining #bradley bradshaw x female reader

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stardustloserdoll · 5 months

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helloo i don’t know if you write for georg (or gustav) but i wanted to request a fic where the reader is tom and bills younger sister and she’s been acting different but she’s secretly dating georg and one day everyone is hanging out and tom is really suspicious on how their acting and when everyone leaves georg sneaks in and as their making out tom bursts in and goes overprotective brother mode and is trying to basically kill georg for “dating with his dear little sister” but in the end bill calms him and they end up approving the relationship

omg this is so long i’m so sorry :o if you can’t get to this i understand and hope you have good day !!

(also you writing is amazing hand in marriage rn 😾⁉️)

-🪄

i also write for them too!! i don’t just write for bill and tom! i know i haven’t written anything for georg and gustav yet, but feel free to send some !! i hope u have a great day too and thank you😭‼️

hidden love

female reader

“y/n are you listening.” tom snapped his fingers in front of my face breaking me from my staring.“what’s up with you? you’ve been out of it lately, and you’ve been staring at georg a lot lately.” tom leaned back on the couch crossing his arms raising an eyebrow at me.

“what? i’m not.” i said crossing my arms glancing at georg, seeing him look away from the tv to look at me sending a smirk my way.

“i’m going to get a snack.” i said raising my voice making sure georg heard me. they all nodded their heads, their eyes glued to whatever was on. as i stood up and began walking, i later heard footsteps behind me as i walked into the kitchen.

i leaned back on the kitchen counter waiting for georg to come in. once he came in i smiled putting my hands around his shoulders. “hey.” i whispered leaning in to kiss him.

“you remember our plan right?” i said running my fingers through his soft hair. “of course.” he laughed as he pressed his lips back onto mine quickly. “we should get back so it isn’t suspicious.” i said pulling away from the kiss, making sure to slam the fridge loudly.

i walked back into the living room holding a soda sitting down next to bill, georg entering after taking a seat next to gustav. “what took you guys so long.” tom said opening his bag of chips stopping mid way.

“i just realized we didn’t have any more sodas so georg helped me get them from the garage since they were somewhere high.” i responded opening my soda. “you could’ve asked one of us.” tom said munching on his chips glancing at the both of us. “you guys weren’t doing anything were you-“ tom began.

“i think gustav and i are gonna call it a night.” georg said as he stood up picking up his jacket.

“aw man okay, let me walk you guys out.” i quickly said putting down my drink walking behind. “i’ll see you later okay?” i whispered to georg as i placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

walking back to the living room i gave a fake yawn stretching. “i think im heading to bed guys. night.” bill stood up shutting the tv “yeah me too, i need my beauty sleep.” tom sat there his arms crossed as he watched us “i guess I’ll go to bed too.”

we all said good night going into our rooms. i sat on my bed until i heard 3 knocks on my window knowing it was georg. i walked over to my window opening it letting him in. “hey sorry you had to wait in the cold.” i whispered closing the window once he came in. “it’s okay i was in gustavs car anyways.” he laughed going to lie down on my bed. i followed lying down next to him.

“i hate having to keep this a secret. i wanna hold you and kiss you without being all secretive.” i pouted lifting a hand to caresses his cheek. “i know but you know tom will freak out.” georg whispered running his fingers through my hair. “well we are alone..” i smirked leaning in to kiss him.

“hey y/n you forgot your-“ tom barged into my room freezing in his place. georg and i pulled apart “TOM KNOCK.” i yelled rushing over to push him outside. “WAS THAT GEORG KISSING YOU?” tom yelled as he tried to push through me to get to georg. “HES MY BOYFRIEND.” i yelled seeing tom’s face visibly getting angrier.

“i knew something was going on! i can’t believe this you’re dating my little sister.” tom yelled as i tried to close the door in his face but he was pushing against it with force.

“what’s with all the yelling… fuck.” bill yawned as he rubbed his tired eyes seeing the scene in front of him. bill sighed “you got caught didn’t you y/n… i told you to tell him too.” bill said as he pulled tom off holding him in his arms.

“this is the reason why i didn’t wanna tell your crazy ass!” i yelled opening the door. “how long has this been going on?”

“a month.” the three of us said in sync as we stared at him. “come on tom! hes such a sweet guy he’s literally the best boyfriend ever.” i said wrapping my arm around georgs. “y/n’s my everything. i would never treat her bad.” georg said looking at tom.

“come on tom she’s not a little kid anymore, shes happy.” bill said as he released his grip from tom. “you’re right..but if you hurt her i will beat your ass.” tom said pointing his finger at georg. “deep breaths tom.” bill said dragging him to the living room. georg and i both looked at each other standing there in silence.

“now.. where were we.”

#tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x you #georg listing x reader #georg listing

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intoxicated-chan · 1 year

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Hey so I was wondering if you could do an Valeria x f reader where the reader goes to infiltrate the cartel instead of soap and the reader gets like scared and starts tearing up a lil bit yk?

Anyways thanks if you do it 🫶

Learn and Convince Me

♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Valeria Garza x F!141!Reader

♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // With the rest of the men being too military, you went instead but what you hoped would be a walk in a park became a fear for your life.

♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // Thanks for requesting! Sorry for the errors in the Spanish translations… Yes I did use google translate, please don’t look at me like that. I decided to make this a bit longer since I feel like there wasn’t enough Valeria in it. I hope this is all to your liking and hope you enjoy it!

♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 3k

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Female reader, violence, murder, profanity, blood, guns, drugs, death, horrible flirting, pet names (cariño, crybaby?), incorrect medical stuff…

“I’ll do it.”

Why the hell did you do it? Like Ghost said, make your presence known and show that you mean no harm. Like it was so easy for him… You peer from the car, with no radio in your ear and no weapon, fear became known when the guard caught sight of you. They shouted, guns aimed. One marched over and dragged you forward and pushed you down to your knees.

“¡¿Quien diablos eres tú?!” (Who the hell are you?!) Feeling the barrel of his gun pushing into your head, and arms held high.

“I’m (Y/n) (L/n).” You spoke, not even attempting to look up from the ground, “I have information that El Sin Nombre would like to hear, I can tell him who attacked them.” One guard stepped aside, speaking into his comms.

“Stand up.” He ordered.

Even with your pace, the other grabbed your arms while the other threw a bag over your head and roughly pushed you forward. You were lucky not to fall on your feet, but you continued your way blindly into the mansion of one of El Sin Nombre’s members.

You could hear whispers of others in the mansion, some in Spanish and some in english. All eyes were on you as two guards held their grip on you, leading you to the elevator. You were too focused on memorizing the path that the two left you alone and another was waiting for you.

Suddenly the bag was pulled off your head and you were faced with a man, “You’re alive.” Alejandro spoke, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You let out a sigh of relief, “Alejandro, thank god it’s you.”

“Listen…” He comes in closer, “Give them good intel, American PMCs, the Shadow Company, Mexican Special Forces, everything.”

“Even you?”

The elevator doors open before he can speak, Alejandro steps to the side to which you are greeted with a new face, Diego, “¿Es esta ella?” (Is this her?) The man asks Alejandro who nods, “¿Cómo se llama ella?” (What is her name?)

“...(Y/n).” You answer.

Diego laughs at the tone of your voice, “¿Trajiste una perra tímida?” (You brought a shy bitch?) It was difficult to tell if he was angry or not. He grabs you by the collar of your shirt, “Listen here.” His breath reeks, he smells of gunpowder and men’s body spray, “You give me some good information or I’ll let my boys finally have some fun.” He laughs in your face, finally letting go of your shirt, “Get the fuck out of my elevator.”

Another man pushes you out of the elevator, seeing it close on Alejandro, “This is my house. That means you don’t meet the boss until I say so. You don’t speak unless spoken to. Y lo mas importante (And the most important thing) tell the who fucking truth.” Diego is brought to a halt when one of his men is sniffing cocaine, you don’t need to watch what’s gonna happen, all you need is the sound of Diego’s fist coming into contact with the man, and his shoe stomping on his face.

You open your eyes before Diego can see, “Las Almas is at war. You want to win? Don’t disobey.” The guard following you pushes you again, “That is how the organization survives, and that is why the boss is here tonight.” Diego brings you to a door.

“El Sin Nombre is here?”

“Heh, no... Sin Nombre’s personal sicaria is.” Diego opens the door as he and you enter the room. A woman and another guard with three soldiers tied to their chairs, one is struggling against the bag tied over his head, the other is alive and not harmed, but the third…

“Valeria, il y en a une de plus.” (Valeria, there’s one more.) Diego walks down the steps, leaving you standing there, “A gringa.” He stands next to Valeria who eyes you carefully.

“Come…” Valeria pushes the dead soldier off the chair, “Take a seat.” You’re slow to move down the steps, shaking, “We don’t bite, that’s unless you tell us something we don’t want to hear.” She warns, giving you a push of encouragement.

You sit in the chair, anxiety feeling your stomach as well as worry, was it the right choice to offer yourself up so quickly?

“¿Quién es?” (Who’s this?) Valeria asks Diego.

“Su nombre es (Y/n). Ella vino a nosotros.” (Her name is (Y/n). She came to us.)

Valeria walks behind Diego, “¿En serio? ¿Y la dejaste entrar?” (Really? And you let her in?)

“Ella dijo que tiene información-” (She said she has information-)

Valeria kicks Diego behind and brings him to his knees, then she takes her knife and holds it close to Diego’s face, “¡No la conocemos y ha visto caras!” (We don’t know her and she’s seen our faces!)

“Valeria, necesitamos la información. Ella podría ayudarnos.” (Valeria, we need the intel. She could help us.)

Valeria drags her knife across Diego’s face, “Ella debería o después de que la mate, estarás en la silla.” (She should, or after I kill her, you’ll be in the chair.)

Valeria releases Diego, who gets up and rubs his throat. Valeria unholsters her pistol and walks up to you. With a happy and kind smile spread across her face, she pats your leg when she comes in close.

“¡Niños y niñas! (Boys and girls!) This is simple. I ask questions. You answer truthfully. Do not lie to me.” knowing she meant Nunez, “Recently someone attacked us up in the mountains while we were protecting a friend... Who?” Now looking at Nunez.

Nunez shakes under her glare, “Era un caos... yo no-” (It was chaos… I didn’t-)He stammers before Valeria angrily cuts him off.

“¡En inglés!” (In english!) You could’ve swore you saw him jump the second he heard her shout.

“I-I think it was the Rivals Cartel.” Nunez finally comes up with his answer.

Valeria cocks her head to the side, then turns to you, “Your turn, cariño. Who attacked us?”

You feel your hands start to sweat, feeling your heart beat rapidly, “It… It wasn’t cartel.”

“Then who was it?” Valeria asks, coming in closer.

“...I-It was-” Suddenly you’re pistol whipped.

“¡¿Podrías responder más lenta?!” (Could you answer any slower?!) Valeria growls growing frustrated, “Who attacked us? Or do I need to beat the answer out of you?”

Your vision went hazy for a second before focusing. Your head sting, letting out a hiss which made Valeria more irritated.

She again pistol whips you, “Answer me!”

“Valeria!” Diego shouts, “We need her alive.”

You hear her scoff as a warm feeling falls down your face and onto your lap. You’re beginning to bleed, “I’ll ask one more time, who attacked us?”

“It was Mexican Special Forces.” You finally speak, giving her a satisfying answer. She backs off and you let out a soft groan.

“We found the bodies… Fuerzas Especiales.” She smirks. She now looks back at Nunez, “Now, how would an outsider know they were Mexican Special Forces and not you?”

“M-Maybe she was there!” Nunez said.

“Tú también estabas allí, imbécil. Tal vez ella también…” (You were there, asshole. Maybe she was too…) Diego offered Valeria another question.

“Were you there?” Valeria asks, her grip tightening around her pistol.

“I-I was.” You spoke before she could even lift her arm threateningly.

“Looks like you’re learning.” Valeria comments, “So then, there were outsiders helping the Mexican Special Forces… Who were they?” Asking another.

“W-We heard them yelling, some in English. They were with the-”

“Enough.” Valeria ordered, “Your turn.” Now looking at you, again her grip tightens on her pistol.

“Shadow Company, private military companies.” You tell her, feeling more of your blood.

Valeria takes a few steps back and confers with Diego, “Los vaqueros están trabajando con mercenarios…” (Los Vaqueros are working with Mercenaries…)

“Esas malditas serpientes.” (Those damn snakes.)

“¡¿Verás?! ¡Yo tenía razón!” (You see?! I was right!)

Valeria scoffs and comes back to her original place, “Can you even prove this ‘Shadow Company’ even exists?” She asks Nunez whose face shows fear.

“H-How can I prove this…?”

She turns to you, “What about you cariño? What proof do you have?” Again ready to whip you.

“My pocket. Left.” You feel her left hand pull the patch out of your pocket.

Valeria hums, observing the insignia, “How did you get this cariño? Come on.”

“Off one of the dead Shadow.” You lie.

“I’ve told you before that I do not like lying.” Valeria hands the insignia to Diego, she comes in closer than she was before, “I’ll give you one more chance, who?” You feel the cold serrated steel against your neck, slowly pressing into your skin, burning…

“I-It was given to me!”

Valeria sighs loudly, dramatically, “You were doing so good.” Shaking her head, pulling the knife back. But she doesn’t move, still too close, “Now, who leads this Shadow Company? Give me a name.”

“Phillip Graves.”

“And is he the one who gave you the proof?”

“...Yes.”

Valeria moves back, “See? That wasn’t that hard.”

“Fill Graves… Me gustan.” (Fill Graves. I like that.) Diego smirks.

“This man… Graves… What does he want?”

“He wants the Iranian you’re protecting, Hassan.”

“¿Cómo sabes eso?” (How do you know that?) Diego asks, getting in Valeria’s way and now the one in your face, “Answer me! How the fuck do you know?!”

You choked on your words, trying to come up with a reason that’ll not blow your cover. But you couldn’t find any, you shook under his glare, his voice scared the ever lasting shit out of you.

Diego is pushed back, “¡Bastardo! No te atrevas a interponerte en mi camino.” (Bastard! Don’t you dare get in my way.) Valeria warns him, she then looks at you, “But like he said, how do you know?” Valeria spoke in a more softer tone but you knew the venom behind it as she was filled with it.

“I-I… um…” You couldn’t say it, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t risk blowing not only your cover but Alejandro who was still somewhere in the penthouse. Your eyes begin to water as you panic, “I…”

“What? You what?” Valeria asks, “Don’t you lie.” She warns.

You’re tearing up and now head hanging low, you say, “...I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” You don’t respond but you shake your head, refusing to answer. Valeria grabs your hair and pulls your head up, she sees you beginning to tear up, “Oh, now you’re gonna cry? Like a little crybaby.” She growls, she releases your hair, “Go on, cry!”

“¡No puedes confiar en ella, no puedes! ¡Te lo estoy diciendo!” (You can’t trust her, you can’t! I'm telling you!) Nunez shouts.

“¡No nos ha dicho nada!” (You haven’t told us anything!) Valeria retorts, looking at Diego.

“Te pagamos bien, y este llorón sabe más que tú.” (We pay you well, and this crybaby knows more than you.) Diego comes around as Valeria holsters her pistol.

“Es hora de matar a este inútil hijo de puta.” (It’s time to kill this worthless son of a bitch.)

“Con mucho gusto Valeria.” (With pleasure, Valeria.)

Nunez is next to beg and begin to cry, sobbing on his words, he shuts his eyes as he could hear the sound of Diego’s gun before the sound of the gun going off makes you jolt and turn away. Diego comes back to Valeria’s side who is just staring at you.

“Mira a este llorón.” (Look at this crybaby.) Valeria snickers with Diego, “But I do love the ones that cry.” She comes back again, taking your chin into her hand, titling your head to look at her, “I’ll let it slide… For now.”

Again, Valeria unsheathes her knife, and cuts on the zip tie off, “You’re bleeding all over the place, get this llorona fixed up, I’ll have your head if she dies.” Valeria walks out of the room.

“To be clear we are not done with you.” As you walk towards the open door, you take one final glimpse at Nunez’s body, “¡Vamos, llorona! (Come on, crybaby!) We don’t have all day.”

You follow back into the elevator with Diego and you see Valeria waiting, you’re pushed again inside. You feel cornered, maybe because you are cornered, feeling so small and helpless…

It wasn’t long before Diego’s inside, swiping his keycard on the sensor before pushing the three buttons on the elevator wall, “Los Vaqueros se están moviendo rápido.” (Los Vaqueros are moving fast.)

“When can I talk to him?” You ask, quickly regretting your choice of words.

“Valeria is going to speak with the boss, now. You will wait with the others.” Diego tells you.

“I have a feeling El Sin Nombre will be very interested in talking to you.” The elevator doors open to outside where another guard is there waiting, “Fix her up and keep a close eye on her, I have a feeling she’ll try something.” Valeria orders.

“Sí, señora.” (Yes, ma’am.) The guard has a tight grip on your arm, pushing you up against the glass, ready to pat you down.

Alejandro appears, “Lo tengo. Te necesitan afuera.” (I got it. They need you outside.)

“Bueno. Dale una máscara y obsérvala. Haz algo con el sangrado también.” (Okay. Give her a mask and watch her. Do something with the bleeding too.)

Alejandro begins to pat you down until the guard is no longer in view, “¿Qué mierda te hicieron? (What the fuck did they do to you?) He brings you into one of the bathrooms, sitting you down on the toilet.

“Valeria. Pistol. Head.”

“She pistol whipped you?”

“Two times.”

“Two times?”

“Or was it three?”

“Fuck.” Alejandro curses, “Ghost, we have a problem.”

“What is it?”

“(Y/n) my have a concussion, and it looks like a bad one.” Alejandro holds your arm to keep you upright.

“Bloody hell, they must have a good arm. Soap get in there.”

“What about (Y/n)?”

“I’ll leave (Y/n) here, you’ll be taking her place.” Soap appears suddenly, nearly scaring Alejandro.

“El Sin Nombre is on the third floor.”

“We’ll be back.” Alejandro hands you a pistol, “Let’s go Soap.” Handing the mask to Soap, “Comms are hooked in.”

“We’ll need a keycard.”

“Diego has it.” You tell them.

“Just don’t sleep.” Soap warns before following Alejandro out and turning off the lights. You hid from view and from the door, anyone could walk in and that’s what scared you the most. Your head felt heavy and your eyes were ready to shut, it was a struggle to stay awake in a quiet environment.

But you were jolted awake by shouting outside, “¡¿Dónde diablos está ella?!” (Where the hell is she?!) It wasn’t just any guard, Diego… He was marching through the halls of his penthouse looking for you.

“¡Se suponía que debías vigilarla!” (You were supposed to watch her!)

“¡Me dijeron que me necesitabas afuera y cuando regresé ya no estaba!” (They told me you need me outside and when I came back it was gone!) The guard tried explaining, obviously scared.

“¡¿Qué tan estúpido eres?!” (How stupid are you?!)

His voice became louder and louder, and stopped at the bathroom you were in, “¡Lo siento señor! Te prometo que la encontraré.” (I’m sorry sir! I promise I will find her.)

“Será mejor porque él te despellejará vivo.” (You better because he'll skin you alive.) The doors are slammed open, scanning through the room. Did you forget to say that you shoved yourself into the cabinet under the sink, a tiny movement would make a sound but your pistol was aimed right at the doors.

“Señor, Valeria lo está buscando.” (Sir, Valeria is looking for you.)

“Bueno.” (Alright.) He walks away with the guard.

The instant relief washed over and you quickly relaxed, but your eyes were too heavy to stop them from closing on you. All you heard was you dropping your pistol and a thud of your head lightly hitting the cabinet, falling asleep.

“How’s the damage?”

“She received a head injury which caused the bleeding and considering she was hit twice, there was no internal bleeding, only external. We have her hooked up to an IV and she may receive additional transfusions later. I recommend that she physically and mentally rest to recover.”

“For how long?”

“At least two days, limit activities that require thinking and mental concentration.”

“That means she’ll be put on bed rest?”

“Yes.”

How many hours passed since that conversation you overheard. You sneaked out of your room late at night and headed towards one of the buildings, where you found a shipment container. Slowly you opened the door and found Valeria leaned up against the wall.

“I see you’re still walking.”

“And you’re still talking.”

“When I say I’m surprised, I am. I didn’t think you had the nerve to sneak into the penthouse and lie to me. It explains everything.” Valeria now stands.

“Then you understand how I was able to get the insignia for the Shadow Company. I offered myself to get in and Graves gave me the proof I needed.”

“Come on, cariño. Talking to me like I’m a criminal.”

You scoff, “Because you are a criminal, hoarding a terrorist while a narco. You think it’s good for business and I say you are just digging your own grave.”

“You dug yours the second you stepped foot on my grounds.” Valeria gets in your face, “This isn’t what’s good for you cariño. I know it, Alejandro knows it, hell I think that gringo knows it too.”

“I can’t wait to watch you burn.”

“You’ll be burning with me, cariño.” Valeria laughs, “We’ll burn the world together, I can be very convincing.”

“...Then convince me, I don’t have all night.”

#x reader #x female reader #cod mw #cod mw22 #cod alejandro #cod modern warfare #cod valeria #ghost cod #cod ghost #soap cod #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza #valeria x reader #cod x you #cod x reader #cod x y/n

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buckactuallys · 10 months

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"Road trips" for soft prompts if you feel inspired

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road trip fics are my kryptonite so it was difficult to keep this short skhdk thank you!!

[read on ao3]

Buck shows up at Eddie’s place unannounced early on the second morning since Christopher has left for camp.

At least half the time when he comes over it’s without specific plans, but this morning, it’s clear that Buck does have specific plans, he just didn’t tell Eddie about them.

Eddie is sitting aimlessly at the kitchen table, trying to convince himself to at least put away his dishes from breakfast, when Buck bursts in and (Eddie is aware of how cliched that is) immediately brightens up his so far very gray morning.

“Eddie,” he calls instead of a hello, and he hears him kicking off his shoes by the door, “it’s me! Are you dressed?”

Eddie snorts. “You think I have a habit of walking around naked when I’m home alone?”

Buck’s face is pink when he rounds the corner to the kitchen. “No, uh, I’m– I meant dressed to leave the house.”

Eddie looks down at the ratty old gym shorts he slept in. “Uh. No, why?”

“Well, then go get dressed,” Buck orders him instead of answering the question. He waves at the dishes and adds, “I’ve got this.”

“Get dressed for what?” Eddie asks

“Just put on something comfortable that you’re okay with being seen in in public.” Buck starts gathering Eddie’s dirty dishes, completely ignoring Eddie’s confusion. “I’m not answering any questions until we’re in the car.”

Ten minutes later, Eddie is dressed and ready, and Buck’s waiting in the living room for him, Eddie’s duffle bag on the couch next to him.

“When did you pack that?” he asks, and Buck gives him a sunny smile and a shrug.

“The other day.”

“Where are we going? For how long? And what about work? How long have you been planning this?”

“I knew you’d just sit around and mope while Chris is away,” Buck says, getting up and grabbing Eddie’s duffle. “Come on, I’ll tell you the rest in the car.”

It turns out that Buck has planned a whole road trip for them.

“Just a few days,” he says. “I talked to Bobby, and we both have plenty of PTO, so I figured, why not distract ourselves a little bit while Christopher is at camp?” He glances at Eddie for a moment before focusing back on the road. “We’re going hiking for a few days, one state park after another. And then we’re in San Diego for two nights, just to relax. Or at least I hope it’ll be relaxing – I got us this really nice hotel with a wellness center, but we’re gonna have to share a room.”

“That’s fine,” Eddie says, and desperately hopes it’s true. They shared Buck’s bed for weeks during the pandemic, but that was before Eddie realized that he’s very, very attracted to his best friend. “We’ve shared plenty of times.”

“Yeah, but after four nights of sharing a motel room with me, you might want your own space back.”

Eddie kind of wants to tell him he never wants space from him, but he catches himself just in time.

There are a lot of close calls like that over the next few days: thoughtless words that come too close to a confession, sleepily cuddling closer in a motel room that accidentally didn’t book them into a twin room, staring at Buck for too long when he takes his shirt off while hiking. Buck does almost all of the driving and Eddie spends too much time watching him rather than the landscape flashing by, the long stretches of road not nearly as fascinating as Buck’s face while he talks, his one-handed gestures, his smile, the way he sometimes laughs with his whole body.

“Hey, did I tell you I wanted to take you to Channel Islands National Park?” Buck asks on an especially empty road somewhere between the desert and San Diego. “It’s super inaccessible so I figured it wasn’t something we could do with Christopher anyway, but you can only get there by boat and everything’s limited so they say you should start planning like six months ahead of time. I’ve had this planned for a while, but not for that long.”

“No, you didn’t tell me,” Eddie says, and it comes out sounding just as weak as he feels.

“Oh yeah, you probably know it – they’re these islands off Santa Barbara where you’re not even allowed to bike, you have to do everything on foot. But we could’ve hiked there and camped, and then gotten a nice hotel in Santa Barbara if we wanted. They’re beautiful, apparently, but I wouldn’t want Chris to feel left out.”

“No,” Eddie agrees, something that feels a bit like laughter rising up in his chest. He can’t believe Buck is real sometimes, that there’s someone with all that love in his heart, and that he gives it to Eddie and his son so freely. “It sounds great, though.”

“Yeah, so maybe we can go next year when he’s at camp. Do you think he’ll be less mad if he’s doing something cool at the same time?”

“I don’t think he’ll be mad at us at all,” Eddie says. “If there’s nothing to do but hike–”

“There’s whale watching too, and all sorts of other animals,” Buck interrupts. “I think I could make it cool for him, too, if only there was a way for him to get around comfortably.”

“I’m sure you could.” Eddie’s mouth is dry, and he wipes his sweaty palms on the shorts he’s wearing. “Pull over.”

Buck glances at him, confused. “What?”

Eddie takes a breath. “Just– when you can do it safely, please pull over.”

Buck gives him a look that’s equal parts confused and worried. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Eddie says, even though his heart feels like it’s trying to beat right out of his chest.

“Okay.” Buck sounds like he doesn’t fully believe him, but he doesn’t ask again until he’s pulled over at a tiny rest stop that’s nothing but a parking spot and a trash can a minute later. “What’s going on?”

“Sorry, I didn’t– I didn’t mean to make you worry,” Eddie starts. He wipes his hands again. “I just– I didn’t want to say this while you were driving, but I also can’t not say it any longer–”

“Say what?” Buck asks when Eddie pauses to take a deep breath.

“Oh, god,” Eddie mutters, and then turns to face Buck, makes himself look him in the eye. “I love you. I have for a long time, and it’s been getting harder and harder not to tell you, so. I guess I’m telling you.”

Buck’s eyes widen, and he starts trying to unclip his seatbelt. The worry and confusion melt from his face and turn into something that Eddie very much hopes is happiness, and then asks, “Wait, just to be sure, you mean–?”

“I’m in love with you,” Eddie clarifies, Buck’s seatbelt finally clicks open, and he launches himself across the middle console to grab Eddie’s face with both hands.

“I’m in love with you too,” he says, and then his mouth is on Eddie’s and he doesn’t think about anything else for a few minutes.

Buck exhales a breathless laugh against his lips and pulls back just enough to talk but leaning his forehead against Eddie’s instead. “God, Eddie, what the fuck? When you said to pull over I thought– I don’t know what I thought, but it wasn’t this.”

“Sorry,” Eddie says, nudging Buck’s nose with his own. “It’s just– you love us so much, and I love you so much and I just couldn’t wait a minute longer to tell you.”

“Well, now I’m kind of glad you asked me to pull over first.” He leans in for one way too short kiss. “I would’ve crashed the car.”

“Safety first,” Eddie says, but he’s not really focused on talking anymore.

“This is good timing,” Buck keeps talking, and he only grins at the noise of protest Eddie makes when he leans back to look at him. “First of all, this way I can take you on a date in a city rather than in some remote mountain place.”

“Sounds good,” Eddie says, and he’s distracted by Buck’s immensely kissable mouth, but he still wants to know, “And secondly?”

Buck grins wider and tugs Eddie closer with a gentle hand on the back of his neck. “The fancy hotel in San Diego didn’t have any twin rooms.”

#buddie #911fic #911 #buddie fic #buddie fanfiction #pia writes #ask #prince-buck-diaz

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falloutjuli · 5 months

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I kinda went nuts and casually made this 5k words. OOP- Anyways, stan Mochi, I love him already.

If anyone wants another continuation, be sure to let me know, Im always down to write more cute domestic fluff with your gravity man.

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Chuuya Nakahara x Reader - Domestic Adventures part 2 (First part;♥️) Wordcount: 5,2k Short summary: Their little family gets a new addition in the form of a dog. With that also comes letting their closest friends and family (pretty much only Chuuyas side) know just how serious they are. Warnings: NONE - Y/N used - Reader gets caught lying, Chuuya being a cutie, author is invested in Mochi, Akutagawa being an awkward mess, DAZAI

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"But Chuuya, let me repeat your point yeah?" He nodded, taking a sip of his wine, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

"You think it's a good idea to get a dog that can protect me while I'm out with them yeah?" He nodded again, trying to find your problem.

"And the first breed you name me is a Chihuahua?" Chuuya shrugged, still struggling to see the problem.

"Chuu, no one is afraid of a Chihuahua. They are like... tiny as Fuck. No person who intends to harm me is gonna see that miniscule thing and go 'yeah I won't fuck with them, they got a Chihuahua '."

"Fine, then what about a Maltese?" You stared at him with a raised eyebrow. Meanwhile Chuuya didn't get you. Why not get one of those?; you should like them since they are cute and small like hi- He stopped immediately and cursed internally for having thought that.

"Then what's your idea?" With a huge smile you got up to get your phone.

Getting a dog has so far not been the fairy tale that the movies had sold to Chuuya.

No picking up a stray dog with huge innocent eyes who will love you eternally.

No, the time he had found one it tried to bite him when he approached. In the shelters you haven't found the perfect one either. Either they needed more care and attention that you could plan for or the vibe simply didn't match. So now you were going through listings, in the hopes of finding a puppy you both like.

"Okay sooo… I have found this listing online from a little family whose dog recently had a few puppies, and after I have seen the pictures, I have been thinking about them." You passed Chuuya your phone, watching his reaction carefully as he took in the listing.

You watched his content expression become bewildered, as he scrolled through the pictures. "Those are German shepherds." He stated and you nodded excitedly.

"Yes, I know. And they are so adorable. Don't you think?"

Chuuya didn't know what to think. Sure, these were cute, fluffy looking pups but they'd grow. A lot. And he was unsure of that. In his mind he had always pictured having a dog that’s more... compact.

And while that was his preference, he knew he can't deny you. You'd just need to insist on one of these and he'd get it. He cursed that you had him in your hand.

As you noticed his hesitation, you sat down next to him, laying your head on his shoulder, watching as he took in the pictures. "We don't have to get one of these. It's just... if we get a dog, I want one like that, or a golden retriever, something like that you know?"

Hugging him sideways, carefully aware of his wineglass you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "But like I said, if you don't want to, we won't get one like this. We can always wait."

"No doll, you like these." You rolled your eyes.

"Chuuya, it's our dog. We both make the call and won't decide alone. But if you're worried about them being too big, it says down here, that there's a bit of corgi in here, so they stay rather small." "Really?" Orange eyebrows furrowed as Chuuya read the text.

"We could always ask to see them in person and see if they fit us." You said, a finger trailing over his leg. "Alright. Sounds like a deal. You make the date and I make sure I'll be there alright?" The smile you now wore made Chuuya feel warm.

---

Barely a week passed before you sat in your car, Chuuya in the passenger seat, currently trying to squeeze into a parking spot near the family’s home.

"I can't believe you manage to fit that." Chuuya stated once he saw how insanely tight the space had been that now your car stood in. "I'm the majesty of parking spaces, now come on, I wanna pet some cute puppies!" You dragged him along, your eyes looking around as you compared the GPS map to your surroundings.

"This should be it!" You finally stated, opening the front gate to a tiny average looking house. Chuuya grew nervous a little. Which felt weird to him.

He was a Mafia executive for god's sake, and yet the thought of meeting his potential new family member had him wary.

"One second!" A woman called from the other side of the door, after you had rang the doorbell. Once opened the woman took both of you in.

"Sorry for the mess, a toddler and puppies are no easy task!" She said, as you both came in and for what she said, it looked rather clean even. "Follow me, they are currently outside, playing." She stated, guiding you and Chuuya to the backyard where a bunch of black and yellow furred puppies were running around, playing with toys.

Chuuya felt his heart swell immediately upon seeing all these cute little beings. He barely registered you and the mother talking. Only when your hand slipped in his, he was ripped out of his trance, focusing on you again.

"Soo.. let's play with them!" You said giddily and approached the tiny pups. The second your knees made contact with the grass you were swarmed by them, their paws all over your thighs, as they tried climbing onto you. You giggled, hands trying to pet and caress each and every one of them.

Good thing you wore some jeans that could be ruined, as you had expected something like this. When your quickly looked next to you, you saw that Chuuya barely got any attention from the puppies as they were busier trying to get to lick your hands.

Sensing how Chuuyas mood took a dip, you picked one puppy up and placed it closer to him, but the second Chuuya lifted his hand to pet it, it ran back to you.

Well... This was awkward.

"You can pick which one you like best." He just stated, trying his best to mask his disappointment. "No, Chuu, you know we both pick one."

He looked over to you, who was getting swarmed by the furry beasts, and he wondered just what it was about him that dogs didn't like... He knew dogs had a weird sixth sense, so perhaps it was something about him, like the whole Arahabaki thing that made them keep their distance.

A sigh escaped his lips, and you shot him a sympathetic smile. "We can always look for others." You stated trying to cheer him up. He nodded, once again trying to mask his true feelings, as to not upset you.

But just when he was getting up, one of the puppies ran up to him, nudging his hands.

Hesitantly and very slowly Chuuya moved his hand towards the little thing and eventually his gloved hand met the body of the pup. The soft fur tickled the skin the glove didn't cover and if Chuuya ignored all his feelings about you for just a second, this was the best feeling ever.

You watched him, biting your lip from how cute the scene looked, with your Mafia boyfriend almost crying from cuddling a puppy. He looked unlike himself, all soft and in disbelief of the situation.

"I think we made a choice." You whispered to the woman, who chuckled quietly and led out back towards the patio so you could talk.

While you discussed when the puppy could be picked up, which shots he had already gotten and anything else that could matter, Chuuya was busy playing with the soon to be new family member, finding immense joy in watching the little thing do the most mundane things.

He barely noticed time passing, until you cleared your throat behind him. Curiously he looked up from his sitting position and cocked an eyebrow.

"Chuu, it's time to go home. They'll be tired soon and we still have some cooking to do." "Oh yeah, of course." He quickly regained composure, getting up and dusting off his clothes.

He desperately tried to ignore the puppy that was nudging against his leg to continue playing. He coughed in his hand, shifting awkwardly.

---

"Thank you so much for your time. You have my number so if anything important comes up, don't hesitate to message me." You said and waved goodbye to the family and took Chuuyas hand to return to the car. Once in it and on the road, you got talking.

"We can pick him up in a month."

Chuuya needed a second to register what you meant. "We're gonna get him?"

"I mean, you were so in love with the little one, so I asked if someone wanted him specifically and now he's ours. He will get his remaining shots at the vet, and then we can pick him up in a month."

Chuuya was silent. Oddly so.

"Chuuya?"

"I love you so much."

You chuckled, caressing his thigh, as you kept your eyes on the road. "As do I. Any ideas for a name yet?" You asked but the ginger shook his head.

"No... I guess I have enough time to think about any ideas. Do you?"

This time you shook your head. "Nope. I'm sure a fitting name will come find us." You said, pulling into the garage of your shared home.

---

Time passed, but barely quick enough for Chuuya. Never in his life had a month felt as long. Not when he really wanted his dog but the most he got was pictures you showed him after work that you got from the very kind owners.

He had already ordered all kinds of pet stuff you could need in an effort to keep his mind off the excruciating long time, but it only made it worse. Now there was pet stuff everywhere in the apartment, and no dog to show. Damn his overexcitement.

A knock on his office door interrupted him from his workflow. Fortunately, it wasn't a subordinate coming with bad news or anything, it was Kouyou, carrying a little gift box.

"Ane-san, how are you, do you need anything?" He asked, setting his papers aside. Kouyou took seat in front of his desk, putting the pink box with white ribbon on top on it.

"I was out shopping the other day and I bought some sweets for you and your partner. Who I still haven't met by the way."

Ah yes, the god ol' passive aggressive way of Kouyou saying "When am I going to meet them?"

"Come on, it's not that serious or deep." Chuuya tried to downplay, but this was still Kouyou he was talking to, so with a smirk she replied; "Ah yes, your totally not serious partner that moved in with you and are now adopting a dog with. At least invite me to the wedding when the time comes.”

Chuuya rolled his eyes. There was no hiding the truth from Kouyou, especially not between the two of them.

"I'd get not letting them meet the Akutagawas, Mori or Kajii, but me? Didn't I raise you better than that?" She said with a dramatic sigh at the end, further lamenting the feeling of being left out.

"You know they are a regular person, so I'd prefer to keep ‘em far away from any of this. But maybe, someday, I'll invite you to dinner. And you know if I were to get married, you'd get the important roles anyway."

With a smile, she got up. "That's all I wanted. I just hope you're happy Chuuya. I'll leave you to it then."

She left his office, only the package left on his desk from her.

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"From your big sister?" You questioned as Chuuya put the box in your hands while he hung up his coat. "She's not my actual sister. Her names Kouyou and she's reeeal curious about you."

You smile awkwardly, before you set the box on the kitchen island and drag him towards your room. "Sounds interesting. You'll have to tell me more later, because for now, I have a surprise for you!"

Chuuya raises a curious eyebrow and watches you open the door, only to see a puppy running out, that's now circling his legs.

Amazed he bends down to get rid of his gloves, his hands brushing through the soft fur. "B-But...how? It hasn't been a whole month just yet?" He asks, voice an octave higher.

"I was surprised too. He got his last vet exam yesterday and I was asked if we're already ready to pick him up. I said yeah, and came to get him today. We're just... Lacking a name still."

Chuuya didn't care about all that right now. He was too busy enjoying being an official pet owner now, engraving the feeling of soft fur and a tiny tongue licking his hands in his brain for all eternity.

He felt like he could combust from happiness in this moment, from just how perfect his life seemed right now. A loving partner, his lifelong dream of a dog being fulfilled.

"Mochi." You stated, ripping through Chuuyas mind.

"Huh?"

"Your sister got us mochi." You repeated, holding up one of the treats from the box. Looking down at the pup, Chuuya smiled.

"Why don't we call him that?"

"Mochi?"

"Yeah? He sure is sweet enough to be one." You smiled, watching Chuuya stroke the puppy that excitedly wiggled its tail.

"That's a cute idea. Mochi it is then." While munching on a mochi, you crouched down to Chuuya and placed on in his mouth too, his eyes not leaving the puppy. He chewed, smile ever present on his lips.

"I love him so much already." He stated, mouth still full. Once he had finally swallowed, his turned his attention from Mochi to you, kissing you all over you face in pure excitement.

He called in sick the next day just so he could play with Mochi all day, making you chuckle as you listened to the worst fake cough ever as he phoned around.

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Falling into the new routine was easy even. Mochi would be walked to his dogsitter (who Chuuya had thoroughly vetted before he even got to meet Mochi) by you on your way to your job.

After your shift you come pick him up, walk a detour through the park, get home, start dinner as you both wait for Chuuya to come home.

At the weekend Mochi goes to a dog trainer for a few hours for his behavior and to learn new tricks and otherwise spends the days with you, whatever you decide to do.

Chuuya had been right about a dog helping your when he was away. During a particularly long mission of 3 weeks in Europe, Mochi had kept you busy and happy.

"Sorry that it's taking so long doll. This stupid asshole I'm here for is really testing my patience." He stated and looked outside at the rainy streets on London at night.

One the other end of the speaker your sleepy voice rang through his ears. "It's alright. It’s what I signed up for when I said yes to dating you. Take your time and get that punk. I have Mochi to keep me company." As the mention of the name, the dog let out a quiet whine, but Chuuya still heard it.

"I miss both of you. I’m hoping you’re not letting him stay in the bed." Despite spoiling Mochi to no end, like all the steaks he kept buying just for him, he was adamant about the bed being a dog free zone. "He has an almost 55k yen pet bed in baroque style, no need to have him in our bed too." He had said.

"Oh yeah I'd never do that." You said while Mochi laid happily on Chuuyas side of the bed.

"Good. I'll see you soon."

You didn't know how soon, because Chuuya went well past the initial return date and was unable to update you. It was alright for you, after all it wasn't his fault, and you knew he didn't have much choice in the matter at all.

On a lazy Sunday morning, you still tucked into your warm blanket, one arm draped over Mochi as he curled against you on the bed, the apartment door opened very, very quietly.

Having picked up on it, Mochi left the bed, making your stir awake. Your half-asleep brain was ready to get back into dreaming about being stuck in a candy maze, when the weight on the bed shifted behind you and you were pulled against a chest.

"Good morning." He whispered, against the skin of your neck before he pressed soft kisses anywhere, he could reach. You let him, before you rolled on your back, your hands finding his neck to pull him down into a real sloppy but passionate kiss.

"You're back." You mumbled tiredly and pressed your face against his shoulder while you cuddled with him. "Yes. Finally got that fucker and took the first flight back. Sorry it's been so long."

"You're forgiven." Another kiss was shared. "I'd say you too, but not when you lied to me that Mochi wasn't in the bed." You groaned, of course he had you figured out.

The next day Chuuya for once had off while you had to come into work. It was a rare occurrence, since normally Chuuya worked a lot more, but Mori had been kind enough to give him an addition day to settle back in before returning to his duties the next day.

With him at home, Mochi got to stay home too, and Chuuya took full advantage of it. Cuddling, playing, bathing, brushing his fur, Mochi was getting spoiled rotten by his ginger owner, who was just excited to finally be back with his family.

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"What. Is. That." Akutagawa asked as he, Higuchi and the Black Lizards stepped into his office to be briefed on their mission. Mochi laid on a pet bed, tail wagging in excitement at the sight of new people.

"That's my dog, Mochi. Dogsitter called in sick and my partner can't take him with them to work so he came with me." Chuuya said and watched as Gin, Tachihara and Higuchi all crouch down to pet the good boy.

Hirotsu retained his composure, though Chuuya did seem him sneaking glances with a smile on his lips, while Akutagawa kept trying to shift subtlety as far away as possible.

"He doesn't bite, ya know." Chuuya said and was met with an accusatory stare from the boy in the long coat.

"And?" Was the simple statement and Chuuya let him, knowing fully well that due to his upbringing Akutagawa was no big fan of dogs. Why he then became the dog of the Port Mafia is an irony beyond Chuuyas understanding.

Higuchi, Gin and Tachihara keep on petting, cooing, and talking to Mochi while Chuuya shared the briefings with the two guys who weren't charmed by Mochi.

"A simple thing really, Mori and I just thought it'd be better to send all of you in case of having to detain more people than accounted for or unpleasant surprises." He stated as Hirotsu and Akutagawa quickly read through the notes.

The cooing and happy whines of Mochi behind them were a little distracting but when Chuuya cleared his throat, all other three mafiosi were back in line next to Akutagawa and Hirotsu.

"Be thorough, don't fuck shit up and keep collateral to a minimum, alright?" All of them nodded and went on their way to the mission, with all of them but Akutagawa stealing a quick glance at Mochi one last time.

When his office door closed, Chuuya himself was immediately crouched down by him, petting, and cooing at him. "You’re being so good today. I'll get you steak for lunch, just don't tell Y/N!"

It was late when Akutagawa returned to the office to hand in his first draft of a report.

Chuuya was just starting to pack things up, as the younger one entered, standing at the side of the table that was furthest away from the dog, who only spared Akutagawa a tried glance and a yawn.

Upon seeing the bared teeth Akutagawa became even stiffer, however that was possible. "Thank you, my boy. I'll read it at home if that's alright with you."

"Of course. I only wanted to drop it off, since I had it done anyways, and the light was still on here." He coughed in his hand, promoting Mochi to get up and get closer, which then in return made Akutagawa take a few steps away again.

"He's not gonna bite you, don't worry. He's a real good boy." Chuuya said held onto Akutagawa’s shoulders to push him towards Mochi again.

The younger one became as stiff as a board as Chuuya carefully guided his hand to the top of Mochis head. “See, aint that bad right?” Awkwardly Akutagawa nodded, mentally he was using Rashomon to climb to the ceiling to get away from this.

Letting go of the hand, Akutagawa kept it still, with Mochi turning, sniffing and then licking his hand, making the man scowl. “Ew.” He stated and Chuuya laughed.

“Come on then let’s get home, want me to give you a ride Akutagawa?”

“Im fine. I have more work to attend to anyways. But thank you for your time and thank you for…” Akutagawa stared down at Mochi, before he continued, “Whatever it is you do. But don’t just lick people.”

With that he turned on his heel and left, leaving Chuuya chuckling.

---

Atsushi Always liked autumn. The way the leaves change, and orange painted skies when the sun began setting was a view to behold, especially when walking home with his mentor after a good day at the ADA, through the park of Yokohama.

Dazai was currently talking about how the waitress down at the cafe was still refusing his advances, even when his most recent love letter (aka a poorly disguised plea to commit a lover’s suicide) had apparently been his Magnum opus.

The constant playful whining stopped abruptly and when Atsushi looked at Dazai, he felt fear. The grin, the glee in his eyes, it couldn't mean anything good. And when followed his line of sight, Atsushi dreaded his existence.

Why did Port Mafia Executive, Chuuya Nakahara, also known as Dazais former Partner have to sit in this park on a bench. For Dazai this was an invitation, one he would never turn down.

"Atsushi! Wanna see me annoy a hat rack?"

"I'd rather not-" But Dazai had already caught his wrist and dragged him along towards Chuuya, whos happy smile immediately dropped when he spotted Dazai.

Dazai kept smiling in this weird way that was sorely reserved for when he messed with his ex-partner, as he saw what Chuuya was looking at. A couple of Dogs and their owners playing fetch and alike.

"Looking at things you can't have? Is that Chuuyas new hobby?" Dazai asked and Atsushi took a few cautious steps away, in the hopes of not getting on Chuuyas bad side by distancing himself.

"Now I know why it reeks of rotten fish suddenly. The bandage wasting Mackerel is here." Chuuya didn't even look at Dazai, which only seemed to egg him on more.

"Ah don't be like that, you love me slug. I know you do."

There had been a few instances in which Atsushi wished to be swallowed whole to get out of uncomfortable situations, but anything that involved Dazai antagonizing the Port Mafia like it's his profession takes the top spot. The sheer awkwardness he feels whenever Dazai decides to meddle with everyone’s business makes him want to ditch country.

But he can't. So, he's stuck listening to the two riling each other up.

"I have you know I'm not stalking Chuuya. I have a job."

"You might have one, but I know you don't show up for it. And that Atsushi-kun does all your paperwork."

"That's quite accusatory of you Chibi! At least I could get a dog without being asked if I have my parents’ permission."

To both their surprises, Chuuya got up calmly, stared at Dazai with a blank face and used two fingers to whistle.

Both detectives raised an eyebrow and wondered what kind of ability related thing would hit them, but no such thing came true. No, instead a dog came running, nudging Chuuyas leg, who in return smiled smugly at Dazai and crossed his arms.

Ex demon prodigy, smug asshole, certified mummy cosplayer, Dazai Osamu meanwhile stepped behind Atsushi, making the young boy wonder if he was dreaming. Was his mentor, Dazai, the guy who was always scheming and playing mind games as a hobby, really cowering behind him because of a dog?

"What's that?"

"Are you blind now too? My dog obviously. Mochi, Mackerel and Atsushi, Atsushi and Mackerel, Mochi."

Atsushi, could help but aww at the animal, looking at Chuuya with big eyes, silently asking for permission. With a nod he was granted it, and Atsushi happily went to pet the good boy, who as always enjoyed extra attention.

"Aren't you a cutie?" Atsushi cooed and caressed the dog happily. He was aware that Dazai was still hiding behind him, eyeing the door cautiously.

"At a loss for words shit for brains?" Chuuya asked smugly, his delight ever so audible in each word.

"Chuu, is everything alright?" A person called out that came running. Atsushi hadn't seen them before.

They came to stand next to Chuuya and had a slightly annoyed expression upon seeing Dazai.

"Oh, Dazai." They said and Atsushi caught his mentor waving at them. Getting up from the crouched position, Atsushi got up to introduce himself, but Chuuya took care of that already.

"That's Nakajima Atsushi, the kid from the ADA." With a pleasant smile, the unknown person, offered Atsushi their hand.

" L/N Y/N, Chuuyas partner. It's a pleasure to meet you Nakajima-kun."

"Atsushi is just fine." He responded as they shook hands.

The Weretiger quickly took notice of all the details before him. The way Chuuya instinctively had an arm wrapped around their waist, pulling them close, the way Y/N scanned Chuuya looking if he was made uncomfortable by Dazai, Mochi circling his owners happily and nudging his head against their legs.

They looked lovely together, and by the ever so subtle, genuine smile Chuuya tried to hide, Atsushi could tell how happy he was.

"Y/N! You're here too, what a surprise." Dazai tried his usual cheery voice, but it was apparent that the dog still had him wary. It was amusing to see the usually composed Dazai be unnerved by a dog, the dog of his ex-partner no less.

"Well, as lovely as this sight of a scared mackerel is, we have plans. See you around Atsushi." Chuuya clicked a red leash onto Mochi's collar, and the two waved towards the detectives before making their way down the path.

It looked really cute and adorable in Atsushi’s opinion; they made a good couple.

Dazai, now finally composed again, also looked after them and there was something in his gaze that Atsushi couldn't name. It wasn't negative, despite what his fake disgusted expression was trying to sell.

"Why were you scared of a dog?"

Atsushi finally asked when they began walking towards the ADA dormitories again. "It's Chuuyas dog! Who knows if he trained it to bite me!"

"I don't think Chuuya-san would be that petty. Also why did Y/N-san also seem dislike you?"

"Curious aren't you, Atsushi?" Dazai hummed and Atsushi raised his hands in defense.

"I can't help it. It's simply..." Lacking the sought-after word, Atsushi trailed off. Dazai only chuckled as he crossed his arms behind his head, closing his eyes, like he was reminiscing a pleasant memory.

"I might have crashed a date of theirs back when they began dating. And since Chuuya doesn't like me, Y/N doesn't like me either! Which is tragic, such a beautiful person for a double suicide lost to a hat rack."

He really shouldn't have been surprised, this was very in character for Dazai, so Atsushi was glad that their conversation slowly faded away from the gravity manipulator and back towards Agency staff.

"You think Kunikida is home already?"

"No, why?"

"Wanna see me break into his home? His lock is so easy to pick."

"Dazai, NO!"

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“Here.” You said as you passed Chuuya the wine glass you had just filled for him. Taking it from your hand, holding it at distance as he pulled you down into a chase kiss, he smiled. “Thank you doll.”

You squeezed his hand, before you went back to the kitchen island to keep preparing dinner.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?”

“No thank you. I wanted to try this recipe for quite a while now and you can just relax yeah?”

The TV was on, but Chuuya preferred to keep watching you from the corner of his eye, with Mochi cuddled up next to him. From across the room, he could listen to you cutting up vegetable and a faint humming.

Life was perfect, he couldn’t wish for anything more really. Not when he had already everything he could ask for.

As he absentmindedly petted Mochi, he kept swirling his wineglass in his other hand, with only a single thought echoing in his brain.

It didn't take long until the aroma of the simmering dinner filled the air and Chuuya couldn't help but reflect on the simplicity and warmth of the moment. The sound of your humming and the rhythmic chopping of vegetables created a soothing symphony that resonated with the love he felt for you.

Dinner was soon ready, and the two of you sat down at the table, sharing stories and laughter. The TV served as a background hum, but the real entertainment was the genuine connection between you and Chuuya.

As the evening unfolded, with plates emptied and wineglasses occasionally clinking in toasts, Chuuya found himself stealing glances at you. The soft glow of the lights illuminated your features, casting a warm, comforting ambiance over the room. Mochi, content and curled up nearby, added to the feeling of completeness.

After the last bites were savored and the dishes were cleared away, you found yourself in each other's arms on the couch. The day had transitioned seamlessly into a tranquil night, and Chuuya felt a profound sense of contentment.

"I'm glad we have this," he whispered, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin.

You looked up at him, your eyes reflecting the same sentiment. "Me too."

With a shared smile, you leaned in for a sweet, lingering kiss. The world outside seemed to fade away as you both embraced the simple joy of being together. As the night progressed, Chuuya held you close, the echoes of his earlier thought still resonating in his heart.

"I want to be with them forever," he mused silently, knowing that in moments like these, forever felt just right.

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#chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs

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applejuicefruit · 1 year

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Heyyyy

So I have a request

So my house was on fire yesterday and I was on the top floor the stairs were burning I couldn’t get out

Could you write a Kylian Mbappe imagine just for comfort yknow, im sorry I wasn’t specific about this

oh my god are you okay?? im really sorry to hear that, let me know if you’re okay please, i hope this brings you a bit of comfort <33

also i changed it a bit cause i didn’t know what to write on the part you got stuck upstairs, hope you don’t mind

kylian mbappe x reader

Fire on fire

You had no idea how everything started. You were just chilling in your home, reading a book on the comfort of your couch when you smelled some weird stuff. Like something was burning. You didn’t exactly remember cooking or leaving the gas on so you went to the kitchen and checked but everything seemed alright. You maybe thought that the smell came from outside so you didn’t pay it much attention. But the smell of something burning came more powerful every second it passed so you had no idea of what to do. You went upstairs and checked the bedrooms but everything was fine. The last room you checked was the bathroom, probably you wouldn’t even check it if it wasn’t for a weird noise coming from there. The moment you opened the door you saw big red flames all over the room and you felt yourself like suffocating. You panicked. You didn’t know what to do. Of course your first thought was calling the firefighters but in that moment your mind was completely blocked. You were shocked. Panicking and crying, you stood there for almost a minute as you watched the flames growing bigger and bigger under your watch.

You ran downstairs as you quickly brought a jacket and your phone and you got out of the house. You knew that the first thing and the most logical thing to do was calling the firefighters but in that moment your mind went to Kylian and how much you needed him there in that moment. You knew he was training so he probably didn’t even have his phone with him but you tried calling him anyway.

After a few seconds he answered.

“Kylian…” you said, your voice cracking a bit.

“Mon amour is everything okay?” he asked worried.

“No…there’s a fire” you said softly as your eyes were full of tears.

“What? Where? Baby tell me where…” he got so worried the moment you said that there was a fire somewhere.

“Here…at my place…Kylian I’m so scared” you broke down crying on the phone.

“What? Oh my…” he panicked knowing how scared you must have been since you were there all alone “…babe are you hurt? Are you okay?” he asked you.

“No I’m not hurt…but I’m not okay Kyky…I’m terrified” you said sobbing.

His heart broke hearing you crying and knowing he couldn’t do anything in that moment.

“I know mon amour…I’ll be there as soon as possible, I’m leaving right now okay? Just hold on for me…have you called the firefighters?” he asked as you heard him starting his car.

“No…I just wanted to hear your voice…” you said panicking a bit.

“It’s okay baby…stay on the phone with me okay? I’ll call them for you, just hold on a minute” he said never leaving his phone from his hands as with his work phone he called help and telling them that there was a fire at your house and that they needed to rush because you were there all alone. You heard Kylian’s worried tone as he spoke with them in the phone and you cursed yourself for making him worrying so much.

You were still on the phone with Kylian as he talked to you trying to distract you.

The moment you heard the sirens from behind you knew they were there to help you.

“They’re here…” you said to Kylian as you saw them approaching you.

“Okay baby…I’m gonna hang up now, I’m two minutes away…just tell them what’s going on and for whatever reason don’t go inside the house okay? I’ll be there very soon I promise” he said.

“Okay…” you whispered as you closed your phone.

You showed the firefighters where was the fire and they immediately got into your home. You were terrified, your mind racing and your heart beating so fast you thought it would explode.

You saw Kylian’s car slowly approaching you and you started running into his direction.

The moment he saw you he got out of his car and walked in your direction.

“It’s okay baby, I’m here…I’m here” he said as he hugged you. You cried into his shoulder as his arms were around your waist holding you close.

Almost ten minutes later the firefighters came out telling you that the fire was off. Luckily for you the house wasn’t very damaged. Only the bathroom and the guest bedroom burned. Kylian offered you to stay at his place as you got your home renovating and repaired so one of the firefighters helped you inside as you packed your bags with clothes and stuff you knew you needed if you had to stay with Kylian.

“Thank you for letting me stay here…” you said as he helped you bringing your suitcases into his apartment.

“Of course baby…I told you before, this home is your home too…” he said carrying the bags into his, now your, shared bedroom.

“You’re very sweet Mbappè” you teased him.

“Only for you babe…only for you” he wrapped you in a big hug and kissed your forehead. In that moment you wondered how you got so lucky to have found someone like Kylian in your life.

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111gloomtime · 5 months

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the cape house

⭐️ : chris x reader, sfw, fluff

cw : kissing

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cool air hits your face as you ride home on your bike. matt and nick are up front while you and chris fall behind a bit. the air smells fresh and nostalgic, and the sky is various shades of orange, yellow, pink, and blue. ever since you were 12 years old you’d been coming to cape cod with the sturniolos, you had been their best friend forever. it was like your home away from home. you watch as matt and nick turn the corner to get back to the house.

“y/n, i know a really cool spot we can go to and watch the sunset. i was gonna go alone but if you wanna come with me, you’re welcome to.” chris says to me, matching my pace to his on his bike. you had always had feelings for chris, no matter how hard you tried to suppress them or how wrong you knew it was. you couldn’t help it.

“sure i’ll go. shouldn’t we tell matt and nick though?” you say.

“nah, we’ll be back soon anyway. follow me!” he says with a soft smile on his face, which gives you butterflies. you do as he says and follow him.

> 💫2 minutes later

you arrive at a wooded area right next to the lake. he was right, it does have a great view of the sunset. you take your towel from earlier and put it down on the ground to sit, chris does the same.

“i used to come here when i needed to get away from matt and nick, and the whole world frankly.” he says while looking out at the water. the golden light from the sunset glows on his face, and he looks perfect. his soft blue eyes and faint freckles, the way his hair shined and slightly fell over his face. you couldn’t look away. he looks over at you, but you don’t look away.

“what?” he says with a giggle.

“why did you bring me here, chris?” you say, still admiring his face. suddenly he looks down at his knees, and he starts slightly blushing.

“i dunno. i trust you a lot, and i wanted to show you a place that i feel comfortable in. where i feel most like myself. sometimes when im with matt and nick i put on a front, and don’t show who i really am. but here, there’s nobody watching me. i can be myself.” he says. this is all so sudden, chris never shows his emotions like this with me. one part of me wants to grab his face and kiss him until i can’t breathe, and another part of me wants to hug and comfort him. you scoot a bit closer to him and lay your head on his shoulder. you feel his skin get warmer and your heart is racing. you had never shown this type of affection towards him. it’s silent for a moment, leaving the sounds of waves and faint noises of cars driving by. you look up at him to see his gaze pointed to you. before you can react, he cups your cheek and kisses you. his kiss feels nervous, but needy. when you finally separate, his face goes red.

“i-i’m so sorry. i don’t know what got into me. i should’ve never brought you here, im such a fucking idiot i-“ he says, but you cut him off by kissing him once again. this time it lasts longer, you can feel how long you’d both wanted this. he moves down to your neck and kisses it softly.

“chris.. i know this may come as a surprise, but i’ve liked you for a really long time.” you jokingly say softly. he giggles, his breath on your neck giving you goosebumps.

“this may also come as a surprise, but i’ve liked you for a really long time, too.” he replies with a grin. you both laugh. you love the way you both can be so unserious at these types of moments. you rest your head on chris’s shoulder once again and he wraps his arm around you, kissing your head.

i wish i could stay here forever.

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guys i thought of this fic while listening to this song

i hope u enjoy :D

#chris sturniolo #chris x reader #chris sturniolo fanfic #fluff #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #summer love trope

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angelsnkisses · 10 months

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hi love, i bring you some pie 🍰 and a request, can you please make jack defending reader from some jerks?

A/N: well since you brought me pie..

thinking about jack defending you <3

💟 sfw 💟

warnings: gn!reader, harassment, fighting, mentions of blood

• he'd be at a bar, brooding over a glass of vodka about his father's death, when he hears jeering and taunts coming from across the room.

• you'd been trying to enjoy a drink alone, when you were approached by a group of men. you'd try to be nice, and politely decline when they'd offer to get you a drink, but they'd be persistent.

"come on, sugar.. let's all get out of here."

• jack's eyes would land on you, noticing that you were surrounded by drunk bastards trying to get you to come home with them.

• he'd honestly probably mind his own business at first, until they started getting more aggressive.

"quit being a prude, we'll have fun, darling."

• he'd down what was left of his drink before getting up and walking over, not wanting something bad to happen to you. especially since it looked like you were alone.

"you okay there?"

• you'd look at him and shake your head, earning jeers and laughter from the group. one guy would step up to him, towering over him. He was taller, but not as built.

"don't worry about it, pretty boy. we're just playing."

• he'd sniff at the pretty boy comment, eyes shifting between you and the guy.

"you know him?"

• he'd glower at the man when you shake your head again, looking for an outlet for his anger anyways. he wasn't one to let things go, and this was no exception.

"well, aren't you a vexatious prick. you don't have anything better to do?"

• the tall guy would glare at him, hissing at his friends to shut up when they started laughing.

"you better get out of here, or you're gonna wish you never said anything."

• he'd snicker before putting his hands up, turning as if he was gonna leave. panic would fill you, realizing you were gonna have to deal with this yourself.

"you know what? i have a better idea."

• he'd turn suddenly and grab the sides of the douchbag's head, smacking his forehead against his nose in a quick motion.

• the man would groan loudly, stepping back and holding a hand to his nose. blood would be leaking from his nostrils, getting on his shirt.

"fuck! you broke my fucking nose, asshole!"

• jack would laugh, backing away from his friends when they started walking towards him.

"woah, woah.. we're just playing, right?"

• the bartender would get fed up by then, yelling at the group to get the hell out of the bar, including jack.

"you got lucky, pretty boy. better hope we don't see you again."

• he would only smile smugly in response, watching them leave before following suit.

• he'd give you a look as if to say 'you're welcome' before leaving you shaken up and confused.

• you would gather up your things, leaving money for the drink on the table before hurrying to catch up with him.

• you'd follow him quickly, catching his arm in your hand right as you both walked outside.

"huh? oh, it's you."

• you'd thank him immensely, offering him money or something. he'd shake his head, looking you up and down before shrugging.

"i don't need any of that.. but i will take your number."

• let's pretend he's not engaged.

• you'd exchange info, both smoking a cigarette and making small talk.

"i'm jack, by the way."

• you would tell him your name, and he'd hum, nodding in approval. it was kinda silly, but you'd be almost proud of your name and the fact that he seemed to like it.

"well, i'll see you around, Y/N."

• you'd both separate to go to your own cars, each of you on the other's mind as you drove off.

A/N: i liked this request a lot! sorry if i didn't interpret it the way you intended me to write. hope you enjoyed <3!

#rory culkin #angelsnkisses #mdni #jack thurlow #jack goes home #jack thurlow x reader #culkin cult #gn!reader

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vvh0adie · 11 months

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period pooh

pairing: jungkook x reader | type: oneshot | words: 5.6K | rating: 18+ / M

After a long week of work, your week can only get better with a pregnancy scare. You really don't need this especially when you already take care of your biggest baby, Jungkook. And he seems to be taking this the hardest. Either way you two will get through this together.

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“Baby, I’m home,” you call out, kicking your shoes off and tossing your keys into the bowl.

After hanging your satchel and coat on the rack, you travel down the corridor to find the kitchen empty as well as the barren living room.

“Where is he?” you whine; your brows knit, and your bottom lip juts out. His car was in the parking garage. Did one of the boys pick him up? He'd call if he went out.

You wash your hands in the kitchen, letting the warm water run through your fingers. Chills ripple through you and the tension releases from your temples. It feels good to be in the warmth of your home, no longer freezing to death.

The lab was hectic today, and you've been feeling sluggish since the afternoon. Your feet hurt from standing and running around for long hours, scrambling to send off evidence as you and your team just finished the last DNA analysis needed for an upcoming trial.

You’ve seen a lot of bodily fluids today and don't want to see any more for the next week. You just want to stay home and eat. You ate breakfast and lunch today and had a snack in between, but you’re still hungry. You usually wait till dinner, but suddenly have the urge to stuff your face.

You dig through the pantry, finding some potato chips to snack out of the bag before retrieving a bowl. You lean on the island counter, looking around your apartment. It’s a little too quiet.

Grabbing your bowl, you scurry to your bedroom. Your paradise.

You duck in to see the bed in disarray, but those are the only signs of life. You hate when he doesn’t make the bed -his excuse being that you’ll get back in it anyway- but it brings you a little comfort to know that he’s here. Most of the time, he’s traveling for photoshoots, collabs, or on tour.

At the end of the hallway, you slowly open the office door and clicks of a joystick sound from the game chair surrounded by a halo.

“Kookie, I’m home.” He doesn’t respond, but you figure it’s his headphones. You step into the office, coming behind him. He’s playing Resident Evil.

While others may find your stalking creepy, this is a natural occurrence for you and Jungkook. You literally hover over each other like guardian angels, silently immersed in the moment. You’re always with one another, even if you perceive yourself alone.

You watch as he melees a horde of zombies down like a simple farmer scything away at tall grass. Even when the cutscene ends for the boss fight, he serenely plays while his fingers move vigorously. He seems enthralled and relaxed, so you choose not to disturb him.

As you turn to leave, a kaleidoscope of light catches your eye. There sits your buttercup yellow set up on the adjacent wall. The BT21 gang run across the screen as they parkour through the city.

You smile, remembering when Jungkook surprised you with your custom PC next to his. For a month, you spent every night beside him till work, unfortunately, whisked you two away. You could surprise him with your presence, even play for a bit, but you’re not feeling too hot. You literally feel cold.

You swiftly leave, gently closing the door. Back in the kitchen, you finish your snack before rinsing the bowl and plucking some grapes. Then, you go into the pantry one last time to get some cookies.

Pushing the last one in your mouth, you dust your hands together, releasing a sigh as your chubby cheeks chew.

Feeling satisfied, you walk to your bedroom. Picking up your phone, you see that it’s 10:00 pm. Considering all the work you accomplished today, you stayed an hour over which isn't too bad.

Heading to the bathroom, you begin to strip. Bending to remove your panties, you instantly feel your core contract, sending a shock to your system. “Ooh~ Shit.” You shoot back up, shaking your foot to get your underwear off. You stand, anticipating another throng of pain, but it never comes. “Okay, weird,” you murmur, staring into the mirror, brows raised and lips pouty.

Then you notice how bloated your stomach is. It could be from the food. You typically don’t snack a lot in between meals, but now you feel bad for eating because you know you didn’t have an appetite.

Bending down to retrieve your underwear, you throw them into the hamper before turning on the hot water. When you step into the shower, your whole body shivers, your muscles relaxing. If Jungkook knew you were showering this hot, he’d nag you nonstop. Truthfully, you wish it was hotter. It feels lukewarm, even though the whole bathroom is covered in steam.

The first time Jungkook met you, he confessed that he likes a little masochism with his partners, but apparently, he meant bedroom-wise and not just in general. Though it seems he was able to look past these scalding hot showers and boiling baths to make you his fiancée.

Closing your eyes, you clean yourself of the cold, sterile lab and any perceived germs you might have picked up. Even when you only go to one place and never sit down, you feel like you have to bathe just because of the air.

Once you’re done, you moisturize, put on your -Jungkook’s- oversized shirt, and crawl into bed. Sticking your hand under the pillow, you pull out your big bonnet, slipping it on before flopping onto the cool pillow. And just like that, you’re asleep.

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“Ugh, why was that so easy? This is on Hard?” Jungkook clicks on the menu, checking his game mode to see that he’s right. A deep and heavy sigh resounds throughout the soundproofed room.

The first hour was fun, but now the gameplay feels monotonous. He simply turns the game off, shutting down the computer before turning in his chair to look at your setup.

He misses you so much. He even updated your computer today, hoping he could make your weekend better with some new games.

Pulling his phone from his hoodie, he sees you haven’t texted or called once. He knows you’ve been really busy, but he just wants a moment of your time, a cuddle… Maybe even some cozy love-making.

After shutting your area down, Jungkook comes to the kitchen. His brows immediately raise at the lip gloss stained glass and crumbs on the counter. He stands for a bit, analyzing the scene. Either you’re home or there’s a deranged fan in the house. And oddly enough he wants to say the latter for the simple fact that you're a clean freak.

“____,” he calls, walking down the hallway again. Opening your bedroom door, he sees that you’re knocked out. He sits down on the bed, gazing upon your beautiful face. “When did you get home, Baby?”

He moves part of the bonnet from over your face, getting a better look at your puckered lips and slightly tensed brows. You look like an angry baby all curled up in the fetal position.

But as cute as you are, his own features can't help but harden with worry. Are you okay? Are you sick?

He didn’t see any dishes indicating that you ate a proper meal. He has the mind to wake you and ask just so you can surrender to his care, but he’d hate to see you grumpy, especially with him.

So he does the next best thing by tucking you in real good and placing a kiss on your temple. Then he leaves to take a shower.

When he returns to check on you, you’re still precious as ever. But this time, his will to leave seems nonexistent. He just stands, watching your sweet face scrunch up as you move a hand under your cheek like the daintiest princess.

He misses your touch madly. He wants -needs- you close.

Worse case, is that you kick him -literally in your sleep- out of the room. But he’s willing to take that chance if it means getting to feel the warmth of your body.

So giving into his desires, he slides into bed. After briefly checking the time, he lies down, studying your precious face. It seems odd for you to be asleep this early as you’re somewhat of a night owl, even with an intense job like yours.

He’ll definitely make sure to ask if everything was good at work. For the past few days you've been quite distant. Mute even. You wake up, go to work, come home, eat, and go to sleep without any in between time for him.

Truthfully, there's a sense of neglect stirring within him which he can only articulate as some unresolved insecurity he has because it’s definitely not you.

Chances are you don't mean to do it on purpose; you've been extremely busy. You do something life changing and he's so proud of you. If missing you means you bring someone else comfort then he’s okay with it. He just wants to be by your side while you do it. How could he not when you've already been doing the same for him?

Reaching out, he caresses your cheek. And as he cozies up to you, the scent of vanilla and coconut swirls in the space between you. If he could only follow one path in life, it would be to simply love you without any obstacles.

You suddenly roll into his chest as if urged by the powers that be to fulfill his weeklong -eternal- wishes.

Pulling you into his chest, he rubs your thigh as he drifts off.

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Birds chirp and sunlight beams in your face as you wake up. With heavy eyes and a swollen face, you take your phone from the nightstand. It's 7:00 am.

A sudden shift from behind, turns you around to gaze upon the puffy face of your adorable boyfriend. Caressing his cheek, you admire the jut of his pouty lips and soft slope of his big nose. How could you not love him? How could you not feel a burst of excitement looking at this beautiful man?

You even know his heart. A smile splays across your lips at the thought of what he's dreaming about. There's only innocence and wanderlust in that beautiful mind of his. Even when riddled by salacious thoughts, they’re always coveted by soft and gentle intensions.

And though you’d like to stay put, you’re forced to the bathroom. You feel fatigued and the fluorescent lights don't make your eye strain any better.

Looking into the mirror, your bonnet haphazardly sits on your head, most of your hair left unprotected. With a heavy sigh, you secure it back in place. You're surprised it wasn't up cooking breakfast for you and Kookie.

Closing your eyes, you pee. The steady stream almost lulls you back into tranquility but you manage to wash your hands, turn off the lights, and crawl back into bed still in the cover of your shielded eyes.

Snuggled back up to your boyfriend, your hand gliding over his broad chest and taut abs. You listen to his breathing, smiling at how deep of a sleeper he is.

Looking up, he has an arm thrown over his eyes, shielding the long blade of light snaking across his beautiful, golden complexion.

You two are very adamant about sleeping in total darkness. So you get back up and pull the edges of your black out curtains, vanquishing the remaining slivers of sunlight.

Scooting right back next to him, you lay on his chest as your leg throws over his waist. And you quickly fall back to sleep.

✧༺♡༻✧

Waking up, your hand stretches out to find the space beside you empty. You yawn and a shudder ripples through your body, urging you to immediately shuffle towards the kitchen.

You’re cold. You’ve endured the cold one too many times this week and for an extended amount of time you deem unbearable. You need warmth -specifically his.

As you enter, Jungkook’s hunched over the bar, raking his tatted hand through fluffy hair as he sits in his Calvin Kleins. He’s truly the only man you know who can make eating oatmeal look sexy.

Coming from behind, you wrap your arms around his waist, peppering kisses on his naked back. He’s smooth and soft against your lips. Every inch of his body is like a kiss that when you kiss him on the lips it feels as though you've transcended the very concept.

He hums, and you mimic back as your hands caress his sides and abs. Your lips peck up into the crook of his neck, nipping and sucking.

The glide of your tongue against his hot skin renders him motionless, stunning him and tilting back his head as a low moan escapes past his plump lips.

Satisfied, you release him, walking towards the stove to fix yourself a bowl before sitting next to him.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” he chuckles. It may not be early morning but he still can't believe you're so touchy after just waking up.

But it's good. It gives him reassurance that his recent thoughts don’t carried any weight. You haven’t forgotten about him, not that you ever did. He's just happy to have something more than a moment of time to spend with you. His beautiful fiancée.

He caresses your cheek before rubbing the crud from under your eyes.

“Don't look at me.” You smack his hand away with an oversized sleeve. “I got eye boogies.” Jungkook laughs.

“You look so beautiful, though,” he coos, leaning in to kiss you. It’s extra sweet from the taste of brown sugar. You melt into it. You need him and you're sure he feels the same way.

“Thank you, Pookie,” you say, give him a timid smile.

After cleaning his bowls, he comes back to sit, swiveling your chair to face him. Eating in this angle is too weird so naturally you freeze mid-bite to pick up the bowl. He watches with delight as your mouth hangs open as you try to move into a more comfortable position.

When you finally settle, he shakes his head, laughing. And you try hard not to, not wanting to begin your day with oatmeal coming out your nose in front of your future husband; mainly because he’d never let you live it down and you're sure he'd manage to sneak the event into his vows.

“I think I'm allowed to look at the woman feeling me up.” He raises a brow as you take a bite of oatmeal while shifting your gaze away from him. Your face heats up as you become antsy in your seat.

“Shut up.” You pout. Ugh! What power does he have over you? Honestly, Jungkook wouldn't be able to say with how hyper-fixated he is with you. And it would be like the two of you to become bewitched by the other.

“Anyway, how was work yesterday?”

“Chaotic like Satan’s asshole.”

“How do you know that?” He quirks a brow. “Is that who you peg when I’m gone?”

You stop mid-bite, staring up at his grinning face. You hold contact, eventually cracking as you giggle and shake your head. This can't be the same man that shows up in compilations titled “Bangtan’s Baby.”

“Don't tempt me, Jeon Jungkook.”

He gently squeezes your thigh. “Kiss.”

“You don't deserve one.”

His lip juts out. “Please.” You stare at his plush pout, admiring his wet inner lip and its pretty two-toned shade. And just above, his eyes reflect the light, sprinkling his deep browns with mini stars.

He’s so pretty. And he’s about to be yours forever in the coming months. Sometimes, you truly forget who's going to be lifting the veil. You’ve honestly considered making him walk with one out of fear that someone would see his face and incite an objection. You know you’d never recover from such heartache.

“____,” he hums, breaking you out of your daydream. A grin spreads across your lips as you lean in to kiss him again. It completely takes him by surprise but he gladly succumbs to your overwhelming prowess.

Cupping his cheeks, you slip your tongue into his mouth, swallowing his moan. He truly wants to know what you were thinking about and if he can satisfy you on this magnificent morning.

You finally release him with a wet smack, leaning in once more to lick his bottom lip. Then you get up circling the island, to wash your bowl. You grin at him aimlessly staring and licking his lips. He’s gone to Kookie Land.

After rinsing and placing the bowl on the rack, you retrieve cups to make juice.

“Baby?” he asks softly, prompting you to hum as you open the fridge. “Why didn't you say you were home?”

You immediately look towards him, almost missing the shelf to place the juice back. “I did. I was just too tired to repeat myself. Plus, I wanted some alone time.”

“Ouch.”

“Kookie~” You pout, worry contorting your face. You didn’t mean to sound so harsh.

“I know, Baby, I’m kidding.” He smiles, and you melt at his even cuter eye-smile. He’s your baby bun; all tattooed and pierced out.

“Y'know, I almost went to my own room.”

“What? Why?”

“‘Cause I sensed you were tired, but you looked sick, so I didn’t wanna leave you.”

You pout, fluttering your lashes like the sweetest cherub. “You were gonna get sick with me?”

He leans onto the counter, cupping his face. His fluffy bangs bounce with each nod and you instantly become a giggling mess, prancing over to him with open arms as he turns for you to wrap around his neck.

He hugs you tightly, burying his face into your shoulder as he takes a deep breath, and you rub his back, choosing to ignore the way his hands squeeze your ass. You're surprised that work kept you two from intimacy this long. You’ve never gone this long without sex since you began dating. Not even long distance could stop you when video calls are just a tap away.

“Are you sick, though?”

“Mmh~ No, not that I’m aware of.”

His eyes widen. “Did you work with something dangerous?”

“Everything I work with is dangerous, Boo Boo.”

“Well, you know what I mean; like dangerous dangerous.”

“Uh, no. This case was just dirt and blood.”

“Ugh, I don’t know how you do that stuff.”

“Easy, I just don't think about it. Everything is just a substance that needs analyzing. I don't even have to see the victim.”

“Good…” He rubs your sides. “I heard that it messes people up, and… I don't want you to go through that.”

“Well, you never have to worry ‘cause your existence makes me happy.” You squish his cheeks. “You're my eternal sunshine, Jeon Jungkook.” You lean in to kiss his pouty lips, grinning at the way his eyes sparkle in admiration. “Mmh~ mwah!” You giggle as he leans in, not wanting to release you.

Pulling away from him, you wander back near the pantry, grabbing the chips. Then you snack on a few cookies, afterward heading towards the fridge to eat some mixed fruit. The whole time Jungkook watches you, a bit perplexed because you two just had breakfast.

“Baby, you pregnant?”

You whip around in shock. “Boy, what? What makes you say that?”

“You’re eating… a lot.” You push the cookie into your mouth, side-eyeing his gaze. “I think your period was supposed to be this week,” he mumbles to himself, his brow heavy as he scratches his chin.

You almost want to get defensive and ask him how he knows, but that would be stupid because you always look out for each other healthwise, especially when it comes to sexual health.

“Mmh, yeah~”

He just stares. “It's the weekend, Baby.”

“Oh.”

“You check this morning?”

“No~” He chuckles at your minimal response. “But I don't feel anything.”

“This is not good, ____… At least not yet.” He gives you a tiny smile. You've always admired how he leaves the option open, even though you’re not big on the idea of parenthood either.

“Okay, but how? I used the Plan -oop- wait… never mind.”

“Baby~”

“I’m sorry, but that night was so~” You giggle, reminiscing about the transcendent love you two made after Jungkook came home from Japan. You really missed him, and apparently, he was dying without you, too, because even after sex, he wanted to stay nestled inside you.

He sighs, causing you to frown. “It’s your fault too, y’know.”

“Well, I can’t force pills down your throat. I can only force my di-”

“Aah~ I’m finna go get my phone! Bye~”

“Y’know I do it respectfully and consensually!”

He steals a nervous giggle from you as you quickly scurry off to look at your period tracker.

When you return, Jungkook’s darkened gaze is heavy; unwavering, as you try feigning ignorance to his antics by scrolling through your calendar.

“I'm late.” You bite your bottom lip, looking up at him with worry as he does the same.

“How long?”

“Just a week.”

“It could be stress? You worked really long this week.”

“Yeah, but I still need a test to be sure.”

Jungkook gets up, walking past you. You then feel a sting on your ass from him giving you a little slap before he heads to his room to get dressed. “Looks like we're going to the grocery store,” he calls out, seeming excited to go out.

✧༺♡༻✧

You hate going out. And you hate public places that are always full. You stick close to Jungkook as you enter the market, taking the basket he gives you. He smiles at the way you cling to him.

He’s a homebody too. But being in the public eye doesn’t give him the nerves as bad. He still wears a hat out and sometimes a mask or high-collared jacket to hide his face, though. But right now, he wants to have a normal outing with his beautiful fiancée.

You make your way towards the aisles closest to the pharmacy. As you pursue the shelves, you see condoms and immediately throw them in the basket.

“Wait a minute. You’re gonna put me on protection?” he scoffs. You simply look at your man. You don’t know where he thinks this is going but you've won either way.

“Boy, bye. You can hardly call this protection. If I really wanted to, I’d ask you to get on male birth control or have a vasectomy. ”

He stirs in silence for a bit. “Yeah, yeah… you right.”

“I know I am. That’s why you need me, Pookie.” Your smile is so bright that it’s contagious enough for him to do the same.

“Anyway, it’s just till I can get more Plan B. Then you can cum in me all you want.''

“____,” he gasps, looking around the empty aisle.

“What, you don't want the masses to know you have a breeding kink? Hm, Jungkook?” His ears turn bright red, causing you to giggle. You walk up to him, rubbing his chest as you look into his big, brown doe-eyes.

You lean into his ear. “It's okay, Baby, you already know I love it when you fill me up.”

His eyes wander your face. There's no way you're this cute and freaky. He knew you were crazy but in public? Being married is gonna be something else.

But to keep it a buck, you don't feel ready for a baby… Yet? Like you really don't know if you ever will be. You know that Jungkook is indifferent but he's heavily leaning towards not wanting any. He would be just as content with you, and you feel the same way. Plus, ain’t nobody havin’ kids in this economy. Period. You’d be a damn fool to even entertain the thought. Like now, but thankfully Jungkook interrupts.

“____, how ‘bout this one?” You look at the pink box in his hand. There’s a little circle with a baby-shaped silhouette inside. Your stomach instantly drops; reality finally sinking in that you could be pregnant. Is it normal to feel this way about something that so many people want?

You sigh, slowly nodding. “Yep, any should do-” Jungkook throws at least five boxes into his basket. “Uh~ Pooh Bear, we only need two.”

He scratches his head. “Eeh~ Better safe than sorry. Right?” You can hear the slight panic in his voice. Oh Lord, you're both freaking out. And if this really is stress you're causing more harm than good. There could be no baby after all this but will your period ever come back on?

“Plus, you're not the one paying anyway.”

Your mouth hangs. “Ooh~ Excuse me, then.” You turn your head, scratching behind your ear as you look surprised. Jungkook knows how to put you in your place, but you’re a brat for a reason.

You turn towards the open aisle and start walking. “Aight then, Mr. Black Card, since we finna play like that. I’m gonna get snacks.”

“We have snacks at home.”

“‘We have snacks at home’,” you mock as your pace speeds up. Jungkook is not afraid to chase you in this store. You swear he thinks it's an episode of ‘Run!’ His stamina highkey scares you. But can you really complain when he’s thrusting into you at max speed, stretching you along his cock for what seems like hours of you screaming his name?

“I'm eating for two now, so…”

“Don't say that.” You hear him whine as you turn the corner.

✧༺♡༻✧

You grab gummy worms, some animal crackers, butter pecan ice cream, a two-liter strawberry soda, and even some things for Jungkook.

As much as he complains about you buying more snacks, he could eat you out of house and home. And don’t even get you started on his snacking habits as he’s gaming. You’re not even sure if you can call eating a whole plate of wings a snack. All this tells you is that you and your fiancé eat enough to feed your standard nuclear family, so you feel like you’ve fulfilled your societal duties quite well.

Your phone suddenly buzzes.

Pookie🥺💖 Your basket better not be past the rim

You frown. Why is he trying to budget now? Like you know how much is on that card. He better stop playing with you.

Sleep Demon👹💦 suck my dick babygirl😏

Pookie Ain’t no fkn way… in the store too? I’m starting to think you like being watched🤨 … Actually, y’know what? Bet. Pick a time and date.

Sleep Demon bruh😦

Pookie I take strap like a good girl too😋 Thank you very much😌💅🏻✨ Unlike some brat I know😒 They never just know how to take good dick Least you can do, letting me get you pregnant and shit

Sleep Demon it takes two idiots to make another🤨

Pookie Noooo😭 Screamin’💀 No way you just called our unverified baby an idiot Like I know we are, but damn😫

Sleep Demon you just called it unverify like it's some kind of alien

Pookie Well, it kinda is😬

Sleep Demon oop😦 it's the way we callin’ it ‘it’🙃

You grin so hard because you know Jungkook is doing the same.

Pookie We don’t deserve kids😔

Sleep Demon FTK😈 well, I'm done so👀

Pookie I’m at self-checkout Run stink🏃🏽‍♀️💨

When you meet back up, you check his basket, seeing that he picked up your period essentials: pads, Ibuprofen, period panties, two 52oz smoothies, and batteries…. He’s definitely a keeper.

Jungkook’s seriously the best thing that’s ever happened to you. You wrap around his arm, nuzzling against him as you take in his scent.

You hate your period is about to begin because you’re definitely in the mood to fuck him. And knowing Jungkook, he’d take you up on that offer. He’s a freak, and you’re a self-aware hypocrite, so it works out nicely.

✧༺♡༻✧

The car ride home is somewhat silent, save for the light hum of singing from the radio. As your boyfriend drives, you intertwine your hand with his after noticing the way his leg bounces. You look at him, but your smile falters a bit, watching as he messes with his lip ring. He’s nervous.

“Baby, it's gonna be okay. I think it's stress like you said. Plus, I've gained a bit of weight from eating out.” You squeeze his hand. “And y’know if it is, we can just go to the clinic. We’re not fated into this.”

He sighs, ceasing to bounce as he releases his lip. “You’re right.” He squeezes your hand before kissing it.

✧༺♡༻✧

Once home, you immediately head to pee with Jungkook not too far behind. After peeing on the second stick, you wipe it off and set it on the counter just a few inches from your boyfriend.

He’s looking at the floor, spaced out but you can see the way he’s biting his lip, twirling his rings, and kicking his legs. You've never seen him this nervous; not even during a performance.

“How ‘bout you pee a third time for me, huh?” You slightly jump at how he abruptly breaks the silence, now staring at your big, wide eyes till your face falls neutral. Is he serious?

“I never thought I’d hear a man I'm romantically involved with ask me something like that.”

“You had no problem the first time I made you squirt.” Your eyes widen. “And that's before you found out it wasn’t pee.”

You gasp. “Hey-” He rushes out the room, clearly not listening to you. You know he’s nervous but shouldn’t you be even more so considering that you’d be the one carrying it. And if Jungkook tends to be this overbearing when it’s just you, you can only imagine he’d be worse than your mothers.

Jungkook comes back into the bathroom with a water bottle, twisting the lid with a pop.

“Aren't you supposed to be a scientist? Like you should know pee from sq-”

“Wait. A. Damn. Minute.” Your mouth drops. “You can’t just talk to me any kind of way,” you giggle. “I’mma damn forensic technician, bruh; not no damn obgyn.”

He just looks at you as if saying ‘I don't know the difference and don't really care.’

You two begin to laugh.

“Lord have mercy.” You beckon him over. “I’ll take the third one -damn.”

“Thank you.”

“You better be.”

“Maybe I’ll reward you.”

You look at him, shaking your head and scoffing. Who is this man?

“Now, open.” You drink half the bottle as he doesn’t let up until he’s satisfied. He looks at you with a darkened gaze the entire time. You like it when he's stern with you.

Jungkook releases and you gasp a bit. Then he finds his place back on the counter and you two sit, waiting.

The wait feels like purgatory. But after listening to Jungkook hum obscure melodies, you work up a steady flow to pee on the third pregnancy test.

When you ask him to check the previous two, you watch his face contort a bit before he tells you they’re negative. He seems surprised.

You finish up and prepare the test, taking it with you into the bedroom. Jungkook plops down beside you, leaning in to look.

“What if this comes back positive?”

“Then it's a false positive.”

“But what if-”

You push him, causing him to fall back onto the fluffy comforter.

You hope it's negative.

✧༺♡༻✧

After a while it turns and you let out a sigh of relief, falling back next to him.

“See there, goofy.” You raise your arm as you two stare up at the stick.

“Gimme that.” You roll your eyes, handing it over. “Ugh, thank god almighty!”

You laugh. “I swear you’re just an old church lady. You want to get up and shout now?”

“Don't tempt me. I’ll outdo every single one of them broads.” You chuckle at him.

He was so different when you first met him. This can only be your doing, but then again you wouldn't be surprised if the seed was first planted during American Hustle.

Silence quickly falls as you continue to stare at the stick.

“Now what?”

“We wait for my period to come on.”

“What does that look like?”

“What are you getting at, Jungkook?”

“Just maybe we can get a round in -or two- before.”

“Have mercy, I’ve never seen someone so horny.”

“Hey, it was a suggestion.”

“That you want to be taken seriously.”

“Well, I’ll be careful, use the condom, and a towel just in case.”

“Mmh… No.”

“Alright.”

It's not that you don't want to but you're a little scared, especially after today.

You look over at him. He’s staring at the ceiling, and doing so beautifully: from the slope of his nose, pout of his lips and curl of his lashes. Even the way his hair softly frames his face before pooling onto the bed. He’s like the rarest storybook that you’ve ever had the pleasure of unfolding.

You've missed him so much and yet you never left.

“Jungkook?”

“Mmh?”

“You bought batteries?”

“Yep.” He shakes his head still looking up as his thumbs twiddle. When you look at him, he finally stares back smiling.

There's something else behind your eyes. Something sweet. But also needy.

He immediately sits up, his eyes widening.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, sit tight.” He almost stumbles but quickly sprints out the door. You giggle, loving how excited he is.

You’ve had a really rough week and an even crazier day.

“I’ve been wanting to test it out. Y’know it's got like five sett-“

Jungkook freezes, staring at your sleeping body. Of course this would happen, but it's no big deal.

He just wants to be close to you and that doesn’t always involve the extreme.

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