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bimbobaggins69 · 3 months

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dreams about my dealer…

dealer e.m. x fem reader

blurb request: 💌Hey Tori! Hope your day is going lovely 😊 As a request for the vday celebration, could I pls get a blurb where the reader is nerdy and loves reading old cheesy romance novels like these? And one night she falls asleep after reading and she fantasizes about her dealer Eddie as this suave romance hero who sweeps her off her feet and gets her all hot and bothered. And so after that night she starts buying books covers where the men resemble him and he catches on during one of their smoke seshs. You decide how it ends 😉😉 by: @honey-flustered

authors note: This is such a fun request, thank you for sending it in lovely. Hope you enjoy <3 if anyone wants a part two of just smut pls lmk cause I’d love to, but ya know I’m trying to blurb here.

all of my works are 18+

“there ya go, wrap your arms around me, sweet girl. Just like that.” The familiar voice bellows into your neck.

“I’ve got you now, sweetheart.” He murmurs against your flesh this time, sending shivers down your spine. The long familiar hair tickles at your collar bone as his arms wrap tighter around you. This time causing a very needed friction between you and this mystery man.

“Mmm, go ahead angel, make yourself feel good.” He says again before removing his face from the crook of your neck and revealing himself to you.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

You pop up out of bed, removing your sleep mask before you slam your hand down on the obnoxious alarm clock sitting on your side table.

You feel a wetness in your panties when you go to stand up and it’s as if a flash goes off in your mind and you’re taken back to the dream you were just awoken from. Eddie, your drug dealer in nothing but blue jeans, his hair wrapped in a low bun and his big muscular chest dripping with sweat as he held you against his body protectively.

You look back over towards your bed, eyes glancing over the book you fell asleep reading. You couldn’t deny the man on the cover looked pretty close in comparison to eddie, long hair and the same exact attire as he was wearing in your dream. The man had a smirk on his face that was almost identical to the usual smirk eddie always had when you’d buy your weed from him.

later that day you find yourself across town, at your local library; ready to check out any and every dirty romance novel with a man that in some capacity meets your dealers description. You couldn’t believe the crush that formed from one little dream, you’d been festering on thoughts of eddie all day and you need more ammo for these ongoing fantasies and the very welcomed dreams you might have tonight.

You’re able to find five books in total, and you just knew you were gonna whip through them all in one week. There was a hunger in your center that just needed to be satiated, and if you couldn’t have the real thing, then the next best will do just fine.

The next morning, you speed walk through the halls of Hawkins high, binder held tight to your body as you keep your head down just trying to get to biology in one piece, but you’re running late so your feet move frantically as you go over an excuse to give Mr. Sivertson before you breech his classroom door. As you become deeply lost in your thoughts you collide into another body who was rounding the corner, your binder falls out of your hands and on to the floor as the other persons hands catch you by your waist.

“Where’s the fire, sweetheart?” The all too familiar voice fills your ears and you freeze, eyes now level with an ozzy shirt and his statement leather jacket.

Eddie’s eyes glance down towards your stuff that fell into a messy pile between your feet, your heart hammers when he bends down to grab something. The smirk on his face tells you exactly what he’d found and now you just want to run back to where you came from, get in your car and drive to a whole new town.

“Whatcha got here?” He says through a dopey laugh, as if you’d been caught red handed. That’s exactly what’s happening.

“Didn’t think a church mouse like you would read these kinds of books.” He whispers, although you two are the only ones in the hall.

“I-I’m not a church mouse, and give me my book back.” You huff and snatch your book out of his heavily ringed hand, but your face was far too guilty and you knew that eddie knew exactly why you had these books in your possession.

You eventually side step him, not wanting to hear any of his teasing that you knew he’d readily dish out. Eddie wasn’t a bully per say but he was an asshole, a cocky asshole to be specific.

Once you’re out of biology, you speed walk to your locker. Ready to put this godforsaken book away until the end of the day, when you can read it in bed, cuddled up where no one would make fun of you. But as you open your locker a folded piece of paper falls out and hits the toe of your flat. you shove your binder into a cubbie before bending down to retrieve it.

Meet me behind the football field after school

- EM

Your stomach fills with butterflies as it simultaneously sinks into the depths of your ass.

Why would he want to meet up after school? Was he going to poke fun at you? Have you show his friends your book so they could all laugh at you?

But another part of your brain said:

What if this is it? What if he really wants you? Maybe he’ll kiss you? Maybe you can finally feed this hunger.

That was all you needed to make your split decision.

After school, you grab your book from your locker and make a beeline for the football field. Bypassing quick goodbyes from your friends.

When you finally make it to the tree line, you exhale a deep breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, then you take a few deeper steps into the desolate woods. No one else came back here except for one infamous metalhead, so you knew you wouldn’t be met with any asshole jocks. That settled your stomach a bit, but not fully.

You see the back of Eddie’s head first as he sits on the old warped, wooden bench; hunched over as if in concentration. When you move closer, walking around the rickety table you can now see that he’s breaking up a nug of weed and placing it into a zig zag before rolling it up, snug.

Your eyes meet when he glides his tongue along the lining, he smirks up at you as your eyes gawk at the movements of his pink muscle, licking up and down. You can’t help but to squeeze your thighs together, that burning in your core blazes hot and he hasn’t even touched you.

Your eyes flicker back up into his and you realize that he’s watching you, watch him.

In a moment of faux confidence, you ask—

“What’s with the letter in my locker, Munson? I thought I was the one that was supposed to put the letters in your locker when I want to smoke.” You shoot him a weak smile, making him scoff as he puts the joint behind his ear for safe keeping.

“Are you gonna sit your ass down and smoke this with me or not?” He huffs, pulling a zippo lighter out of his leather jacket pocket and flipping the lid open and closed, open and closed. Is-is that a nervous tick? Is he nervous, too?

You lower yourself onto the seat in front of him, taking on your own nervous tick of picking at your nails.

He takes the joint from behind his ear, his eyes never leaving your form and it has you cowering deeper into yourself. He lights the spliff and inhales deep, holding it in for a second and then letting the smoke bellow out of his nose and mouth. You can’t deny how undeniably sexy he is.

“So, those little slutty novels you have—” He starts

“They’re not slutty! They’re romance novels, Eddie!” You screech in embarrassment, as your cheeks heat up from the deep cackle he makes in your expense.

“Yeah yeah, princess. Tell me, do they fuck in these romance novels?” He throws weak quotation marks up for the last two words, as his eyebrows shoot up under his bangs in question.

“Well, I mean…yeah they do.” You respond with a defeated slump of your shoulders.

“Mhm, just as I suspected. Slutty.” The way he sing-songs ‘slutty’ makes you fall into a fit of giggles, and the noise is music to Eddie’s ears.

“So uh, do you want me to make you feel better than those shitty books ever could?”

#— 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x female reader

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fanfictionalraven · 1 month

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Promises

Title: Promises

Summary: You and Dean had promised each other you'd always be there, no matter what. But when Sam falls into the pit, Dean runs to someone else.

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, others mentioned

Word Count: 3,754

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of character death

Author's Note: This story was originally posted by myself under the account Winchestersgirl92. It was published October, 2017. Italics are flashbacks.

You run your hand over your face as you stare at the computer screen in front of you. This motel’s wi-fi sucked. You’d been waiting on this same page to load for five minutes now. Rising from the chair, you pull your jacket on. If it was going to be this slow, you were gonna go get a drink.

You make your way to the door, straightening out the collar of your jacket. You grab your keys and pull the door open, jumping back at what’s waiting on the other side. Your hand instinctively flinches for the gun tucked into the back of your jeans before you stop yourself.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You ask, more venom in your words than you had really intended.

“Hello to you too,” Dean Winchester snaps, the hand he had raised to knock falling to his side. It had been well over a year since you had seen or even spoken to Dean.

The two of you had practically grown up together. Your fathers had left you both at Bobby’s often and you considered the Winchesters family. You, Dean, and Sam had been through so much together but there was no denying you had been closer to the older brother. You were there for him through everything. Sam going to college. John dying. Sam dying. You’d watched him get dragged to Hell and were there as soon as he came back. You had been fully prepared to pull him through Sam falling into the pit. But Dean didn’t pick you. He’d picked her.

Lucifer had just blown Castiel into chunks before throwing Dean into the windshield of the Impala. Bobby shoots at him and with the flick of his wrist, Lucifer snaps his neck.

“Bobby!!” You scream out, moving towards his body quickly. You sob as your hands ghost over his neck, knowing there’s nothing you can do. Lucifer begins to punch Dean repeatedly. You rise to your feet and take a step to run and help him. Lucifer holds up a hand, freezing you to the place.

“No,” Dean chokes out, spitting up blood. Lucifer lets out a laugh as you attempt to move.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not going to kill her yet. It’ll be more fun to make her watch me kill the man she loves with my bare hands,” he says.

You call out and sob, completely useless as Lucifer uses Sam’s hands to beat his brother within an inch of his life. Dean can barely see as he tells Sam it’ll be okay. Something snaps inside Sam. He regains control, grabs Michael, and the two tumble into the pit.

Once the pit closes up again, you’re released from the place you’d been standing. You rush to Dean’s side, quickly assessing his injuries. Cas appears next to you and reaches down, healing Dean instantly. He brings Bobby back as you help Dean to his feet.

The drive back to Bobby’s is quiet. Dean, yourself, and Bobby all ride together in the front seat of the Impala. Dean keeps both hands tight on the steering wheel as he drives. Once he stops the car in front of the house, Bobby gets out leaving the two of you alone. You peel one of Dean’s hands off the wheel and hold it in yours.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, your voice soft and comforting. He shakes his head, staring at the dashboard in front of him. “We’ll get through this.”

“I’m getting out,” he says. Your eyes widen in surprise before you nod.

“Okay. Well – ummm,” you start. Out had never really been in your plans but if that’s what Dean wanted, what Dean needed, then so be it. He pulls his hand away from yours, returning it to the wheel.

“I’m gonna go back to Lisa and Ben,” he says, eyes still forward. You stare at him in disbelief before your cheeks heat up quickly in embarrassment. Lucifer had put your feelings for Dean out there, plain as day. You loved him. But clearly Dean didn’t feel the same way. This was his way of breaking the news to you.

“Oh. Well – that’s, that’s good,” you say, sliding across the seat to the passenger side door. “If you need me, you know how to reach me,” He nods once, his eyes never leaving the dashboard. You couldn’t help the rage that was starting to build. Years of friendship and support and he just seemed to be tossing you aside. “Have a good life,” you tell him as you quickly exit the car. You barely get the door closed again before Dean’s spinning tires, leaving you in his dust.

“How did you find me?” You ask him now, crossing your arms. He rolls his eyes, squeezing into the room past you.

“Bobby always knows where you are,” he says. You frown and curse Bobby internally. Damn traitor.

“I thought you were out,” you say, closing the door as you turn to face him. He looks at your computer screen and raises an eyebrow.

“Was,” he says. “You’re hunting a rugaru by yourself?” He arches an eyebrow at you and you shrug, walking over quickly.

“So what if I am?” You ask, reaching past him to close the laptop.

“Never knew you to be stupid,” he says. Your eyes narrow, anger bubbling in your chest. You hadn’t seen him in over a year. Who did he think he was just barging in here, telling you how to run your own hunts?

“Why are you here, Dean?” You ask. He looks at you and something shifts in his face. It’s a look you know well. He’s worried.

“Sam’s back,” he says. You nod, biting your lip.

“I know,” you tell him. He frowns slightly and you sigh. “I’ve known this whole time. We even worked together – for a little while.”

“So everyone knew my brother wasn’t in Hell except for me,” he says, anger slipping into his words. You roll your eyes.

“You had what you wanted,” you tell him. He stares at you now, disbelieving.

“What I wanted?” He asks. You shrug your shoulders.

“Lisa and Ben, your perfect little normal family,” you sneer, walking past him. He grabs your arm and you look at him quickly.

“The hell is your problem, Y/N?” He asks. You jerk your arm away from him.

“Any time something happened, you ran to me and we faced it head on together. We promised we’d always be there for each other, whatever came. And I was there. Long before…” You stop, biting your lip. You didn’t want to do this. Every fiber of your being was fighting to keep the floodgates closed. Dean Winchester was sure as hell not about to see you crying over him.

“I needed a break, away from the life. I had to try for Sam, or so I thought,” he says. You squeeze your eyes closed, turning away from him. Taking a slow, steadying breath, you regain your composure.

“When Sam came back, I told him we had to tell you. I swear I did, Dean. But he said he’d seen you with Lisa and Ben and that you were happy. The happiest he’d ever seen you,” you tell him. Turning back to face him, you find he appears crestfallen. He looks like he’s struggling to say something before he shakes his head.

“You said you hunted with Sam,” he says. You frown and nod.

“For a little while – couple months maybe,” you tell him. The look on his face changes again, as though he already knows the answer to his next question.

“What happened?” He asks. You bite your lip and look away. “Y/N, I need to know.”

“He almost got me killed. We were on a hunt, a djinn. I can’t prove it but I – I think he let me get captured,” you confess. He nods slightly, watching you.

“I’m pretty sure he let me get turned into a vamp,” he tells you. Your eyes widen slightly before they jump to your bag of weapons open on the bed. Dean catches the movement and shakes his head. “Samuel cured me. Sounds crazy, I know, but you can check me yourself.” You shake your head slightly. “You met Samuel?”

“Your grandfather? Yea, he was a real charmer,” you say, rolling your eyes. Dean lets out a laugh and nods.

“Yea, he’s an ass,” he says. You smile a little then look down.

“Why’d you come?” You ask. He sighs and you look up at him again.

“Wanted a second opinion on Sam. And – ugh – I missed you,” he says. You can hear an added weight to his words. I missed you. His eyes are locked on yours, trying to pass those words’ deeper meaning telepathically. You shake your head, fighting tears once again.

“You picked her, Dean,” is all you can manage to say. He frowns and takes a tentative step towards you.

“I was trying to keep you safe. The people I care about most, they don’t do too good with me around. I couldn’t lose you like I lost Sam. So, I ran,” he admits.

He takes another step forward, closing the distance between the two of you. His hands capture yours and you look up at him. His eyes are soft as they search yours. He leans down slowly and your eyes flutter closed. You feel his nose bump yours gently and his breath, a mix of mint and whiskey, washes over you. At the last possible second, just before his lips touch yours, you find the strength to turn your head away.

“I don’t want to be your backup plan,” you tell him, your voice trembling. He frowns and raises your chin with one finger.

“That’s not what this is,” he says. You shake your head and pull your hands from his, taking a step away.

“That’s how it feels. Now, I’ll help you with Sam cause I’m worried about him too. But we’re just friends like we always were,” you say, picking up your computer.

“We were never just friends,” Dean says, staring at you. You look back at him, fresh tears threatening to spill over. You swallow hard and nod.

“Soon as we figure out what’s wrong with Sam and get it fixed, I’m gone,” you say, tossing your bag over your shoulder.

You meant it. You swore to yourself you’d meant it. The moment Sam was back to his normal self, you were going to be out the door. You weren’t going to slip back into your old routines with Dean. You would sleep on the floor before you’d share the motel bed with him like you used to. The stupid, flirty banter that used to make you think you meant more to him? That wasn’t going to happen either. That was your plan. It was a great plan. You just couldn’t stick to it.

You managed to keep your distance until you got hurt on a hunt. Dean was at your side in an instant, worried as usual. His hands made quick work of removing his flannel shirt. He tied it just above the gash in your leg then lifted you into his arms, carrying you bridal style back to the car as Sam finished clearing the nest.

He made Sam drive back to the motel, keeping constant pressure on your wound in the backseat. Sam parks the Impala outside the brothers’ room of the motel. You had your own room, your new normal, but Dean carries you into theirs and carefully deposits you on one of the beds. He reaches for the button on your jeans and you grab at his hands quickly.

“The hell do you think you’re doing?” You ask. He rolls his eyes and swats your hands away.

“Sammy, get me the –,” he stops short. Sam is already at his side, needle, thread, and a half empty bottle of whiskey in his hands. Your eyes widen and you grab Dean’s hands again. He looks at you, exasperation fading into concern quickly. He knows how much you despise stitches. You were an ass-kicking hunter who had no problem facing a demon or a nest of vampires. But bring out a needle and you were running for the hills. “This isn’t a job for a bandage, Sweetheart. I’ve got you,” Dean reassures you. You groan and lay back on the bed, putting your hands over your face.

Dean unties the shirt he’d been using as a tourniquet and you feel the blood start to rush again. He quickly, but as carefully as he can, pulls your blood-soaked jeans off, handing them to Sam who throws them away. The next sensation causes you to sit upright and scream out. Dean had poured the whiskey onto your wound. He hands the bottle to you quickly and you turn it up before handing it to Sam. You look at Dean’s hands as he threads the needle effortlessly and your stomach churns. You follow his hands with your eyes as they move to your leg. One of his hands comes up, cupping your chin, and forces you to meet his eyes.

“You know the drill. Eyes on me,” he says, his voice calm and comforting. You nod and he presses his lips to your forehead quickly. His eyes drop to your leg momentarily before returning to yours. You feel the tug at your skin of your leg and grimace. “You remember the first time I did this?” He asks. You blink then nod, the memory returning. “Tell me about it.”

“We were just kids,” you start. Your voice is still trembling so you take a couple of deep breaths before continuing. “We were playing in Bobby’s scrapyard, exactly what he’d told us not to do. I fell and cut my arm. We were worried about how mad he was going to be so you said your dad had taught you how to do stitches. You started and I passed out.”

“I thought I’d killed you. I carried you back to Bobby and he finished with your stitches before you woke up,” he continues. His eyes shoot down to your leg between every stitch before returning to your face. “That was when I learned about your needle thing.”

“It’s a phobia, Dean, not a needle thing,” you tell him, rolling your eyes. He chuckles.

“And then I learned to do this,” he says, smiling at you proudly. “Perfect stitches, barely even looking.” He winks at you now and you shake your head.

“Promised you’d always take care of care me that day too,” you say. His smile falls slightly as his eyes drop for a second.

“I remember when Sam brought up the idea of anti-possession tattoos. I’d never seen you so pale,” he says, changing the subject. You groan at that memory and shake your head. “I got you through that too though.”

“You held my hand and kept me distracted,” you say, smiling a little. He nods, his eyes staying on your leg just a second longer before he looks up at you and smiles wider.

“Just like now. All done,” he says. You look down at your leg, surprised. There was a perfect line of needlework across your thigh. You smile and shake your head, looking back at Dean.

“Thank you,” you tell him. He shrugs then rises to his feet.

“You can use our shower to get cleaned up,” he says. You nod and he helps you up from the bed. “You’re staying in our room tonight. I’ll sleep in the chair, I don’t care. But – I’d really like to be able to keep an eye on you. You lost a lot of blood.” He has an arm around your waist, helping you towards the bathroom.

You didn’t make Dean sleep in the chair that night. And you didn��t get a separate room any longer. After that, everything felt normal again. You and Dean would tease each other mercilessly just like you always had. You’d find yourself wrapped in his arms in the early morning hours just like you always had.

A few things had changed though. He didn’t hit on women in the bars like he used to. Instead, he’d stay close by your side, scaring off any man who dared get too close. Normally, you would have been pissed but suddenly you didn’t mind so much.

In the days that follow, Dean makes some backwards deal with Death in order to get Sam’s soul back. He does it behind your back, knowing you’d try to talk him out of it. The slap he receives when he returns tells him he was right not to tell you. The hug and kiss on the cheek tell him you forgive him immediately.

“Soon as we figure out what’s wrong with Sam and get it fixed, I’m gone.”

Those were your words. Your solemn vow to yourself. And that time was now. Sam’s soul had been restored and he seemed to be adjusting well. You’re in the spare room at Bobby’s, packing your bag. A knock at the door draws your attention.

“Come in,” you call out. The door opens and the younger Winchester walks in, smiling.

“Hey, ummm – I wanted to apologize. Cas told me what I did,” he says. You smile at him and shake your head.

“We’re good, Sam. The djinn was nothing,” you tell him. He frowns more.

“That’s not what I meant although I am definitely sorry for that too,” he says. You raise an eyebrow at him and he sighs. “I made you believe that Dean didn’t want you.”

“Sam, that’s between me and Dean,” you say, looking back at your bag.

“Yea, but if I hadn’t have opened my big soulless mouth, would you have gone to him?” He asks. You sigh and hang your head.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what I would have done. I don’t know what I want to do. I don’t know anything anymore honestly,” you say, looking back at him. He smiles a little.

“Well, let me tell you what I know,” he says as he walks over. You sigh and cross your arms causing him laugh. He puts his hands on your shoulders. “I know that you’ve been crazy about Dean since you were 12. I know that he’s wanted you since you went to prom with that Sanchez guy. And I know that you’ve both been running from each other for years,” he says. You shake your head slightly.

“But…”

“Talk to him, Y/N. Please,” Sam says. He presses a quick kiss to your forehead before leaving you alone. You frown and run your hands over your face. Shaking your head again, you turn back to your bag. You hear the door open and the sound of boots walking across the floor.

“Sam, I swear,” you turn and stop short. Dean’s standing just inside the room. He glances at the bag sitting on the bed.

“Sam said you were packing,” he says. You frown and nod slightly.

“He’s back to normal,” you say. His face falls and he shakes his head.

“Don’t go,” he says. “We’re good together, Y/N. And I don’t want to lose you again.”

“You picked her, Dean,” you say, looking at the floor to avoid his eyes.

“It was never because I wanted her more, Y/N. You gotta believe that. I was never fully present there with her. And she knew it. She thought it was Sam or hunting, and part of it was. But it was mostly you,” he says, walking towards you. “By the time I’d realized I’d made a mistake, I couldn’t just leave them. And I didn’t think you’d have me after the way I left either.” You wipe at your cheek, furiously.

“You abandoned me. You weren’t the only one grieving, you know? I mean, I get that he isn’t really my brother but I was hurting too,” you tell him. He frowns and shakes his head quickly.

“No, I know. I know you were and there is no excuse for what I did,” he says, reaching for your hands. You step back, balling your hands into fists at your sides.

“Sam said he saw you. That you were happy. Happier than you’d ever been. Happier than you could have been with – with me,” you say, trying to control your emotions. This was the conversation you had wanted to avoid. You hated letting people see you cry, especially Dean. He drops his hands at his side.

“Sam told you what he knew was going to keep you away from me. Because he knew that if you had shown up on that doorstep, I’d have been back in. In a heartbeat,” he says. “I’ve been happier in the last couple weeks with you than I was the whole year with her, even with the crap that’s been going on.” He tentatively reaches for your hands again and this time you allow him to take them.

“What if she calls?” You ask, still avoiding his eyes. He hooks a finger under your chin and lifts your face to meet his.

“She won’t. It’s over. And even if she does, it won’t matter,” he tells you. You bite your lip, searching his eyes. “I’m not good with words. I don’t know how to tell you how much you mean to me. But I’m willing to do whatever it takes. You name it and it’s yours. You want a dozen roses and a diamond ring or you want me to – to jump off the roof or paint your name on Baby or – or – okay, maybe not anything to do with Baby.” You can’t help the laugh that escapes you, looking away. He smiles, leaning in towards you slightly. Your eyes close as his lips brush against your cheek.

“Me and you?” You ask, your voice barely a whisper. You look back up at him now and he’s smiling at you softly.

“Me and you. Till the end of the road. I promise,” he says. You smile then stand up, pressing your lips against his. Your lips move in perfect sync, like it wasn’t the first time they’d ever met. You feel him smile before he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. “You’re staying then?”

“Oh, you’re never getting rid of me now,” you tell him, smirking. He laughs then lifts you up with ease, tossing you back onto the bed behind you.

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thatztyv · 6 months

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Since Been

Description:

- Kordei and Oakley high school days

Word Count:

- 1.8k

Kᴏʀᴅᴇɪ Cᴏʀsᴏ

(core-dee-uh core-so)

"Girl if you don't stop looking at that boy", Remi said hitting my leg and making us all laugh.

"KC you still staring at that white boy?", Liyah asked after taking a sip from her water.

"First off he ain't no regular white boy", I said rolling my eyes.

"He's a white boy with an accent", Kass said sarcastically.

"I don't care what y'all say. That boy is fine", I said while opening my juice box.

"I always knew you liked white boys", Remi said while eating her tangerines.

"It's something about them", I said making Liyah laugh.

"Something like what?", she asked.

"I don't know but they make my lil cooter jump", I said almost making Remi scream.

People started looking at us.

"Y'all need to stop being loud", I whispered.

"You one to talk about somebody being loud. Don't act like you wasn't just screaming west side in the hallway as if you Tupac or somebody", Liyah said.

.✿.

"Alright everyone. Today is the day that we've all anticipated for in this class-", Ms. Walker started.

"Graduation today?", someone asked.

"Mane I wish BK", someone else chuckled.

"Well it's not graduation night", Ms. Walker chuckled. "Today we start the baby project. I have already picked partners for everyone. So when I call your name please come to the front."

After forever she finally called my name.

"Kordei Corso and... Oakley Caesar-Su", she said.

I walked up to her desk, along with Oakley.

"Baby name ?", she asked.

I looked at Oakley and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Tiana?", I asked.

"That's fine."

"First T name today", she said as she wrote it down beside our names on a piece of paper. "Take care of her."

She handed me the baby and gave Oakley the baby bag.

"Oh shit", I said when it started moving in my arms.

Ms.Walker arched a brow at me.

"My bad Ms.Walker", I chuckled.

"Okay now that everyone one has a baby", Ms.Walker started as me and Oakley walked to our seats. "You're all free to be single, divorced, or married parents. As long as the baby is cared for and healthy when it's time to turn them in then hey. See you all tomorrow!"

The dismissal bell rung and everyone jumped up, rushing out the class.

.✿.

(It's the next day and they're in the library by the way)

"Who did your hair KC?", Liyah said as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"I did and girl you know better than anyone not to just run your fingers through my hair", I said playfully rolling my eyes.

"Wait Kordei?!", Kass gasped pulling on my jacket collar. "What the hell is this on your neck?"

She pushed my hair behind my shoulder. I just suppressed a smile as I rocked Tiana side to side.

"Girl who been sucking on your neck?", Remi asked.

"Y'all gone make me drop my baby", I chuckled.

"Fuck that baby", Remi said reaching over the table and trying to slap her out of my arms. "Stop beating round the bush bitch."

"Tell us his name and give us the details", Liyah said.

"Well..", I sighed before Oakley approached our table.

"Hey KC, you think I can get Tiana? I'm going to Mr. B's class, and he said he'd give us extra credit if we were taking care of the babies", he said, unaware that Remi, Liyah, and Kass were staring him down.

"Sure", I said with a smile and stood up.

I gently handed her to him.

"Please don't drop her. She will literally scream and won't stop unless Ms. Walker deactivates it", I said reaching down and grabbing the pink baby bag off the floor.

"I won't", he chuckled while I put the bag over his shoulder.

"See you in sixth period", he said but more so asked.

"Yeah, take care of her", I said and squinted my eyes at him.

"Don't worry I will", he chuckled before walking off.

I sat back down and all three of them were staring at me.

"What?", I laughed.

"Was that white boy sucking on yo neck?", Remi asked before crossing her arms.

"Since y'all wanna know so bad", I said and playfully rolled my eyes. "Yes, Oakley was the one who gave me the hickeys."

"Oh my lawd", Kass said falling out of her seat.

"Jesus help us", Liyah said throwing her arms in the air.

"I would rather- I would rather go blind boy", Remi sang while shaking her head.

I laughed at them and rolled my eyes. "Y'all do the most."

"Did you enjoy it?", Kass asked sitting up.

"Yes ma'am I did", I said and nodded my head.

"Oh my lawd", she said again, throwing her arms up and laying back on the floor.

"I hate y'all", I chuckled after they calmed down and Kass got back in her seat.

"So how it all happen?", Remi asked.

"I was just over at his house so we could take care of the baby together...."

"Oakley I need a bottle!", I said as I rocked her side to side as she cried.

"I'm trying, I'm trying", he said and accidentally dropped the top on the floor. "Shit."

"You can't just pull a titty out and let her suck it", he joked as he picked the top up and rinsed it off.

"One, she's not an actual baby and two, ain't no milk in these titties."

He chuckled as he finally walked over to me with the fixed bottle.

"Thanks."

I put the teat in her mouth and she immediately started drinking it.

"God knows I wouldn't be able to handle a real baby", I sighed.

Oakley chuckled as he went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

"You spending the night?", he asked drinking his water and leaning against the counter.

I looked up at him and saw he had a smirk on his face.

"Your brothers home? I haven't seen them in a while?", I asked changing the topic.

He chuckled before answering. "Nah, my mom took them to visit our Nana for the week."

"Got the house to yourself for a week? No wonder you asked me over."

"I asked you over so we could take care of Tiana together."

"Mmm", I hummed.

She finished her bottle and I set it on the counter before I started to burp her.

I absentmindedly started humming 'hush little baby' while walking around the kitchen.

"Good girl", I said after she made a burping noise.

"How's your music going?", I asked after handing Tiana over to him.

"It's going great actually", he hummed. "I think it's time for her nap."

We walked upstairs to his room. He laid Tiana down in the middle of his bed.

He sat down in the chair by his desk before I sat on his lap.

He put his hand on my waist, caressing it lightly and locked eyes with me.

"You never answered my question", he started before I put my head in the crook of his neck.

"Fuck", he groaned as I lightly bit his neck.

I brought my head back up and pulled him into a deep kiss.

He slipped his tongue in my mouth making me moan.

"Why you been acting different around me?", he mumbled against my lips after pulling back.

"You be acting like I'm not there", I said making him smack his teeth. "I'd be wrong if I ghosted you though."

"Don't do that....Spend the night KC", he said before pecking my lips.

He kissed along my jaw and down to my neck.

"Mmm", I hummed as he sucked on my sweet spot, making me bite my lip.

I wrapped my arm around him and leaned into him.

"Girl you really let him do that?", Remi asked cutting me off.

"Y'all should see his neck. You'd think I was beating on him. That's why he had his hoodie over his head."

"Bitch", Kass said. "I can't believe you."

"KC did y'all? You know", Liyah said and motioned with her fingers.

"Oh nah", I said making them let out a breath of relief. "We ain't tryna make a real baby."

"Wait I just realized something.. you done been to his house before and ain't tell us?", Liyah said and hit my arm.

"It slipped my mind", I said making them smack their teeth.

"You stare at this boy everyday at lunch but it slip yo mind that you been done spent the night at his house", Remi said. "Woooow."

.✿.

"So today we're not going to be doing anything school work-wise. I'm just going to let you all focus on taking care of your little bundles of joy", Ms. Walker said after everyone sat down.

"You a real one Ms. Walker. Cause I don't think I could handle any more school work today", someone said making all of us agree.

I got up and moved to the back of the class, Oakley joining me soon after.

"This is getting too real. She pooped her diaper three times in Mr. B's class", Oakley chuckled as he sat next to me.

"She threw up on me this morning."

My phone started vibrating in my pocket.

Remi🩷

Y'all bet not be back there kissing 😐

Liyah🩷

I'll come in there and drag that white boy out of that room by his ear 👂🏻🤏🏾

Kassidy🩷

I got my eye on him 🥷🏿

Bet not be no more hickeys on yo neck

Kordei 🩷

Where the hell y'all at?

Kassidy🩷

Look at the door 🙂

I looked up and saw them looking dead at us.

Remi did a head-cutting motion then pointed at Oakley.

"Those your friends?", Oakley asked.

"Unfortunately", I sighed.

"Should I be worried?"

"No....Anyways", I said redirecting my attention to Oakley, ignoring them still standing at the door.

"You coming back to my house tonight?", he asked.

I squinted my eyes at him.

"You know so we both can take care of the baby. We want her to grow up with both of her parents", he said making me chuckle.

"If you just want me to spend the night again just say that."

"Spend the night", he said.

"You asking or telling me?"

"Kordei just spend the night again", he sighed.

"Ok", I chuckled. "Imma swing by my house and grab some clothes before coming over."

.✿.

"Seven years?! Time flies", I chuckled as I walked over to Oakley. "But one thing about it..."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and he put his hands on my waist.

"You get finer everyday", I said before pecking his lips.

"You still kissing up on that white boy I see", Remi said as she walked in with Liyah and Kass.

"We be doing more than kissing now", I said, receiving a chuckle from Oakley.

"Just nasty", Kass said shaking her head.

"You know it", I said and winked at her.

#wattpad #central cee #central cee x reader #central cee x black reader #uk rap #oakley caeser su #oakley

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i-want-men-i-cant-have · 5 months

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𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓉𝓇𝑒. 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.

✿ summary: maybe your bullies did something right after cornering you in the park and accidentally hitting the gang member in your class instead of you

✿ ft: kazutora hanemiya

all you wanted to do right now was go home and take a hot bath, relax your muscles from a long day of school. all you had to do was walk for a few more minutes. you did have a follower, though. or that's what it sounded like with the ringing of a bell, probably a keychain, and mimicking snow crunching from your own.

as long as they didn’t try to hurt you or, god forbid, talk to you, you would be fine. you honestly didn't have the brain capacity after a long day of studying and annoying girls in your class. in every single class.

you were taken out of your daze when you heard some annoying high-pitched laughs. you knew those annoying high-pitched laughs and forced giggles anywhere. the elongated words almost seeping out like moans. a higher pitch, almost panda baby-sounding sneeze followed after and a whine, “noo~, that is my real sneeze taro~~!”

yeah, pick me, girls in your class. they didn't exactly try to like you at all. turns out their boyfriends also don't exactly like you at all either. how fun. so fun, in fact, that a snowball was hurtling right towards you.

but it didn't hit you. it hit the person behind you with a sound that just had to hurt. and then there was a grunt. a very annoyed grunt.

you turned to see where the guy's offender was, but a snowball hit your chest, splattering all over your new warm jacket. and then another. and another.

quickly realizing what was happening, you yelled a short "run!" before booking it under the bridge the girls and their boyfriends were on. as both of you ran snowballs hit you from every which direction.

did they plan this out or something? there’s literally girls and boys stationed like the military over the park. you had to hand it to whoever planned this out; it was impressive.

you brought hands to your face to try and protect it as you ran as fast as you could, the only noise you could hear was the whipping of snowballs being thrown in the air and hitting you.

once your eyes caught a rock, you bolted as fast as you could, arms flailing, trying to reach the damn thing. you dove towards it, crawling to safety.

then, your very nice follower had decided to also dive into the snow, right on you. his hand grabbed your back, plunging you into the snow. your body hit the snow further, nose stuffed with snow so far you almost could smell the nice earthy dirt from the last season. but he grabbed your collar, saving you from the snow, and shoved your face into his own.

“the hell is wrong with you?” he wasn’t screaming, but he was still holding back, you could tell.

“what-?!” you almost laughed, but you coughed up some of that stupid snow he submerged you into.

“you got your friends to do this, didn't you? you think you're so special, don't cha’?”

as he went off, you started to recognize the guy practicing holding you by your throat, arguing with you. he was practically arguing with a wall with drying paint.

your mind finally hit a mini memory. you know this guy. you don't know him, but you know him. he was one of your friends' crush the week he came to school, so of course, you had to hear her rant about him for a week.

what even was his name? kyazutora? bazutora? nyanyatora? once your eyes landed on that tattoo on his neck, it hit you. kazutora, that was his name. It fit him in a weird sense.

now, that week she spent talking about him was only filled with compliments after compliments. ‘he's so hot’ she would say. ‘he's a need not a want’ she would say. ‘forget a ferrari for christmas, I want him’ she would say. you didn't get it at first, but now… you still don't.

he was being an ass right now. you didn't want to fight, maybe a bit, but not with him. he could probably see that, and he still went off until he didn't. he released you, and you felt yourself fall deep into the snow.

you muttered a small thank you and tried to dust yourself off, only now catching time to get the snow out of your eyelashes and face.

“we should get out of here.”

“obviously.”

“listen, I'm not really in the mood to deal with your attitude right now, and I just want them to go away. I don't want to fight you, so can you please not try and be rude or anything,” you try to hold back. he’s probably had a rough day too, being hit in the face by a snowball but still.

“you want them to go away?” he asked, smirking, letting his pointy teeth be more pronounced. you give him a curt nod. “ok, I can do that. just listen to me.” he looks around, not even flinching with the ongoing snowballs being aimed at you two.

“start making snowballs.” he orders you while trying to make snowballs.

you turn to try and make a snowball, hands moving to shape it into a circle. it crumples and falls in your hand, but you still make as many as you can in a minute. by the time a minute passes, your jaw drops. he’s already got a whole arm full of them. does he have an automatic snowball maker stuffed in that bell earring of his?

“how did you?”

“you ready?” he asks, almost too gleefully. he turns to start throwing as many snowballs as he can, each one hitting directly where he wanted them. is he on the baseball team? you would have remembered if he was a baseball boy.

still, he was pressing out arms like the pitchers on tv, throwing every which way, all with that smirk on his face, his ammo slowly running out. you peek out from the rock, watching him work his magic.

your bullies- the girls in your class- shrieked and grabbed their boyfriends' arms. “run!” they squealed like dying pigs, running away for their life on the bridge.

next, he aimed for a boy hiding behind a rock opposite of yours. he jumped to the side, dodging a snowball passing his shoulder, hitting the tree behind him. he threw it midair, almost in slow motion as it still hit the kid in the eye with a loud “eugh” and ran away crying. that's gotta hurt.

you turned to see there was still a boy who ran away unscathed from your savior. “ah, he got away,” you told him, an unused snowball still in your gloved hands.

“snowball,” he held out his hand, still looking towards the boy. you placed the weapon into his hands and watched as the boy ran for his life.

he pushed his shoulder and arm back, lifted his leg a bit, pivoted his foot. ‘bam!’

you could practically feel the impact of a rock hit your lower back as you watched the collision. the poor kid fell straight on his face from the ball.

“you hit him!”

“so?”

“so what?! you hit him!” you jumped into his arms that stiffened before he grabbed your shoulders and shoved you off.

“you go to my school, right? tomorrow you should eat lunch with me. I'll make hot chocolate and pumpkin pie!”

“hot chocolate and pumpkin pie? that sounds disgusting.”

“free food's still free food.”

and at the same time, he found your classroom the next day and ate the meal you prepared for him.

#nyanyatora is the only kazutora #i stopped studying for a day to make this #kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora hanemiya x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #x reader

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astralaffairs · 8 months

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Don't mean to pressure you or anything but I really miss fotp and that last chap had me wanting to tear my heart open (TT)

If you're up for it, can I request for a short fluff abt mc and president t's marriage life? Or if you're still feeling villain-y, an angst will do! 😚

Hope you're having a fine dayyy, love all your works btw! 🫶🏻

astralaffairs villain era canceled. let me also refer u to late nights & speech writes for some president thom husband material

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“And where the hell have you been?” Strong hands grabbed Y/N by the waist the minute she locked the door behind her, and she squealed, stumbling over the hem of her long dress as she was pulled into a strong body. Rough wool scratched her bare shoulders. “‘S late. A woman like you shouldn’t be out all on your own like this. Who knows what coulda happened.”

Her laugh was breathless as Thomas kissed her neck, his stubble harsh against her skin, and her hands came to cover his as his arms wrapped around her waist. “Oh, please. I don’t think I’ve left the White House in the last 72 hours; I’m not exactly looking for trouble.”

“So why’ve you been out all night, hm?” He nipped at her earlobe, but she rolled her eyes. “Who’ve you been with all this time, sugar?”

“That Russian ambassador who did not want to hear that I have an early morning tomorrow,” she said dryly. “This is the worst part about state dinners. All the old men in the room still talk to me like I’m their young prospect rather than a peer in government who’s here as my job.”

“They’re all goddamn relics; don’t let ‘em get to you,” Thomas said. “They’re dinosaurs, and they’re gonna be dead in a few months, anyway.”

“At this rate, they’ll also be running entire countries when they’re on life support,” Y/N grumbled, and his laugh was sardonic.

“‘N they’re still gonna be tryin’ to hit on you when they’re hauling oxygen tanks around here behind ‘em.” He turned her around in his arms, and her drained expression made him frown. Her eyes looked empty. “‘M sorry you don’t get the respect you deserve at these events, though, sweetheart. Wish there was something more I could do."

"I don't expect you to be able to end all sexism in government, believe me," she said, reaching up to loosen his tie. "Doesn't help that they all see you as the ultimate guy's guy, though. Thomas Jefferson, the good all-American trust-fund baby who loves steak and baseball."

"Maybe I'll eat some tofu 'n take up figure skating," he suggested mildly as she slid her hands under the collar of his blazer, pushing it down his shoulders. He withdrew his arms from her waist for just long enough to shake the jacket off, discarding it on the chair by his desk in the corner. "I've always thought there was a whole lotta power in embracing the traditionally feminine."

"Sure you have," she scoffed. He grinned, taking a step back toward their bed with her in his arms as she started undoing the knot in his tie. "You regularly smoke cigars with foreign heads of state to celebrate national alliances. You're the epitome of the boys club."

"Hey, I smoke the cigars with women holdin' office too," he defended. She slid his tie out from the collar of his shirt.

"You're truly a feminist icon." The words were ironic as she pulled his button down out from where he'd tucked it into the waist of his pants, walking him back toward their bed all the while, and he raised an eyebrow.

"You're talkin' a whole lotta mess for somebody who's trying to undress me."

"You're not putting up much of a fight." She raised an expectant eyebrow, looking him in the eye as she undid his belt buckle, and when he pulled her close, she slid her hands up his chest. She fiddled with the top button on his dress shirt as he guided both of them through the final few steps between him and the foot of their bed.

"'N you're awful lucky I'm not." As he sat on the edge of the mattress, she stood between his parted thighs as he pulled her dress up her legs. "You just came home from a long night of work, 'n all you wanna do is objectify me? 'M a whole lot more than just a hot body, Ms. L/N."

Despite his words, when the hem of her dress was high enough for him to slide his hands under it, he pulled her onto the bed with him, straddling his lap as his hands ran up her bare thighs. She cocked her head to one side.

"You mean 'Mrs. Jefferson'?" she asked, and he grinned.

"Yeah, but I like it a whole lot better when you say it." He pushed her dress up her body until her hands covered his to pull it over her head, and although she didn't seem particularly concerned with where it landed, she suddenly felt very exposed in just her lingerie on his lap. His eyes didn't stray from her face, however. He pulled her closer by her bare waist, and her arms hung loosely over his shoulders. The open ends of his belt poked at her inner thighs. "Reminds all those Russian diplomats you're off the market."

"I have a feeling Nebenzya isn't trying to steal me away," she said, but Thomas shrugged. "With the way he talks about you, he might be hoping we're looking for a third."

"Unfortunately for Vasily, he wouldn't be at the top of my list," Thomas said, and Y/N's eyebrows shot up.

"Oh, you have a list, now?" she asked. He gave a lazy grin.

"Sugar, I've always had a list," he informed her, and she frowned. He kissed her downturned lips. "If we're working from the number one spot, though, we might have some trouble."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I've got a feeling John Adams wouldn't be too amenable to the idea," he said frankly, and Y/N's surprised laugh was closer to a scoff. "'N I don't feel like we know John Jay well enough as a couple, so that's not gonna fly, but inviting Lafayette just feels like it'd make things weird between all of us."

"Is your whole list made up of men?”

“‘Course.” His answer was immediate, but her skeptical gaze didn’t waver. He ran his hands down her thighs. “You already know you’re the only woman I got eyes for.”

“You’re so corny,” she said softly, running her hands down his shoulders to his upper chest. She picked at the buttons on his dress shirt. "Better tone it down before I get the wrong idea and fall in love with you."

"Now, we certainly can't have that."

"Especially not now. I'm too busy to take a lover, I'm afraid," she said, working down the buttons on his shirt to reveal his bare chest. "I'm just married to my work these days."

"'N you mean that literally, don't you, Madam First Lady?" He undid his cufflinks when she finished with his buttons, and he slid them into his pocket. However, he didn't take the shirt off despite her pushing its fabric down his shoulders. Rather, he took her hands in his, lacing his fingers into hers. "You're just a regular Mrs. America."

"You're really gonna stop me from taking your shirt off after you got me down to my underwear?"

"If I let you finish undressing me, it's gonna be a while before we get to sleep," he said, and she shrugged innocently. "We've gotta be up again in five hours. We both oughta get some rest."

"Being the first couple isn't nearly as sexy as I hoped it'd be." She sat back on her heels, resting her hands on his legs, and he gave her a tired smile. "Take the rest of your clothes off and come to bed, at least. I feel like I've hardly seen you all week."

"Right now, I'm all yours," he assured her. "Lemme get up 'n get some pajamas, though. Put on something other than a full suit for once."

"Just sleep without them," she countered, and he raised an eyebrow. "I like the feeling of your skin against mine. Just makes me feel more connected to you, I guess."

"You're adorable." He kissed her on the forehead, his smile endeared, and she could feel the heat rising to the tips of her ears as he leaned back to take his shirt off. After he did, though, he pulled her in closer, picking her up by her thighs as he stood, and she yelped, grabbing onto his shoulders. When he deposited her on his side of the bed, he undid his dress pants, taking them off before joining her on the mattress.

He crawled atop her where she lay on her back watching him, and as he dipped down to kiss her, one hand slid under her back, and she arched up against him. However, as he kissed down her neck, he unhooked her bra and leaned back to slide it down her arms. When he discarded it onto the floor, she was watching him with wide eyes, but he only kissed her forehead before rolling off of her and pulling the covers over them both. He reached over to turn off the lamp at his bedside.

"For what it's worth," he murmured as he wrapped an arm around her waist, and she rolled onto her side, letting him pull her into his body, "we've got plenty of time to sleep in on Saturday morning."

"Oh, yeah?" She rested her arm atop his, lacing her fingers into his.

"Mhm." He kissed the back of her shoulder. "So Friday night, you better not come home too tired."

"I'm gonna need all my energy for when I find you and Adams in our bed, huh?" When his hold on her tightened, his cold feet brushed against her shins, and she shivered.

"Not this time, sweetheart," he promised. "Once I get you alone, you better bet I'm not sharing you."

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twstfanblog · 2 months

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!*~Valentine's Times~*! pt 2

A/N: Here's the first half of the dorms! I decided to add in my own world-building into this fic because that's my favorite part of writing honestly! Hope you enjoy it! Word Count: 5.5K Warnings: She/They Pronouns OC, Gets mildly spicy, swearing Pairings: Established poly (Yuu/Azul/Jamil/Malleus), Alluded to Riddle/Floyd, Alluded to Jade/Trey, Alluded Ruggie/Leona L (NRC Staff ft OCs). O (Here). V (Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia). E (Crack)

O is for the only one I see...

~HEARTSLABYUL~

Valentine's Day was one of the most important days in Heartslabyul. Not just because it was the holiday covered in the Queen of Hearts motif, but because it was the literal marriage anniversary of the Queen and her first King. The man who arguably kept his fiery wife in good spirits and happiness, saving nearly hundreds from beheadings throughout his life. Even when the queen remarried, every February 14th she would all but explode from the love she still held for her former king.

As the centuries passed, the Queen's Anniversary was brought to other parts of Twisted Wonderland, morphing into Valentine's Day from multiple cultural adaptations. While still considered a minor holiday, it was widely celebrated. So, Heartslabyul as the Queen's dorm, took Valentine's Day very very seriously.

Yuu looked at the students of the Queen's dorm, watching the Heartslabyul crew rushing around in a pure panic trying to decorate. Riddle clearly wanted to make the school-wide holiday tea party perfect, more than likely nearly sending his own teen heart into mini cardiac arrests the second a single rose was found off by a petal or color. The dorm was in such hyper-focus, Yuu was able to walk around as though invisible, letting out a low whistle as the collared students running past them started reaching the double digits. They stop in front of a display of roses, each bloom so perfect and similar it kind of freaked them out…

“Maybe the chocolate will help him calm down…”

“HEY!” Yuu startled and turned, seeing Deuce with another student. Each with an armful of creepily perfect flowers in one arm and Deuce pointing directly at them. “NO LAZYING-...Oh. Yuu, what are you doing here?” Deuce shoved his share of flowers into the other first year's arms, ignoring their groans as he walked toward them, “The Valentine’s Day party isn't for hours. Did you come to help decorate?”

“Ha. No. I came to spread cheer-”

Deuce quickly placed his hands on Yuu's shoulders, staring into their eyes as though he were begging them for mercy, “Yuu, whatever shenanigans you have planned. Not here…Not today.”

“Oh my God. Calm down.” Yuu brushes off Deuce’s hands, smiling as they instead teasingly fix his dorm jacket, “I'm actually here to deliver cheer. In fact, can you do me a favor and get everyone in one place? I don't wanna run around trying to find everyone.”

He gives them a distrusting look but still sighs in acceptance. Looking away, he brings a hand to his mouth as he thinks, “I think everyone is mostly in the garden…Clover-Senpai is in the kitchen. So…” he smiles, pointing behind him with his thumb, “I'll grab Clover-Senpai and we'll meet you in the garden!”

Yuu beams, clapping their hands, “Perfect! See you in the garden, Deuce!”

The two of them split, each running in opposite directions. Soon Yuu found themselves rushing into the maze, following the sounds of Riddle's yelling. They slow their jog, looking at the half decorated courtyard in mild amazement before Riddle's voice cuts through their thoughts.

“Trappola! I will ask you again…What is wrong with this picture!?” Riddle gestures toward a singular bush of bright red roses.

Ace seemed just as fed up, making loud humming sounds as he nearly shoved his face into the bush to look at the roses, “Besides the fact there's nothing wrong with the damn bush? No! I haven't the faintest idea, Housewarden!”

Yuu watches as Riddle physically turns away from Ace, hands covering his face with his head tilted toward the sky. He turns back, face growing its impressive shade of red as he points to one of the roses, “I SAID ‘ROSE RED’, TRAPPOLA. THESE ROSES ARE PINK.”

“WHERE!?” Ace’s face was quick to press against Riddle's hand, annoyingly trying to figure out what Riddle was seeing. When he could only see the roses as the red he asked for, he turned to Riddle, glaring, “WHERE!?”

“By the Seven! I'd dare to call them FUSCHIA!”

Somehow over the screaming match, Yuu heard a groan to the side of them. Cater sat at a table, card stock scattered around him with his ‘Cute’ handwriting spelling out people's names. Yuu smiles as they pick up their own card, raising an eyebrow at Cater’s mumbles.

“I can't. I'm not strong enough. I have to kill Idia by giving him his chocolates in public. There's no way #terrorone and #terrorjr are gonna be done fighting over this before lunch. Trey’s locked in the kitchen and I have to keep them from killing each other…”

They were barely able to keep their laughter in check, placing their name tag back down and yelling out loud enough to be heard over Riddle and Ace screaming at each other, “Hi~!”

Cater snaps up, eyes wild in fear as he looks at them, “Yuu, sweetie-”

Riddle snaps his head in their direction and points to the entryway of the maze's courtyard, nearly foaming at the mouth as he glared toward them, “GET THE FUCK OUT!”

“Aha!? Riddle, my hair is already half up. We can fight, right the fuck now.”

Silence passes through the courtyard. Riddle takes deep breaths, face held in his hands as he walks aimlessly to burn off his steadily growing aggression.

Ace watched Riddle with a wary eye before turning to Yuu, “Look, prefect. Unless you're here to help, I don't think you should stay long…” the unspoken ‘Riddle is going insane’ ringing clear.

Yuu smiles, shaking their head and patting their bag, “Not staying or helping. But…I come bearing gifts-”

How Riddle walked that fast in heels, on grass, with his short legs and not falling, Yuu didn't know. But the second-year stomps up to them, grips them tight by their overall straps and yanks them close. For a brief moment, Yuu felt fear, looking into Riddle's bloodshot gray eyes.

“Yuu. You are like a sister to me. I care about you deeply and I feel genuinely grateful that we were able to become friends. But whatever…nonsense you have cooked up. Don't. Literally. Don't. I think I would actually hurt you-oh…”

During Riddle's increasingly manic speech, Yuu had reached into their tote and presented him with his bag of chocolate. Tied closed with a bright red ribbon, fashioned to look like a flower bloom. Inside were rose-shaped milk chocolates filled with strawberry jam, crown-shaped sugar-coated strawberry gummy candies and gold-colored chocolate pearls. They smile lightly as Riddle slowly takes the bag from their grasp.

“You…you actually brought a gift for me…”

“Yeah. That was kind of my plan for today. I knew everyone was gonna be busy putting together this big ass party for today. So instead of doing the easy thing and waiting for the chocolate exchange later tonight, I decided to visit you guys all early and gift you your chocolates as a pick me up.” Yuu leans forward, smiling as they flick Riddle on the forehead to snap him out of his trance, “Because I'm so nice.”

Riddle sighs, holding the chocolate with both his hands, “I'm…I'm going to take a break. I think we all need it. Ace, we'll fix the roses later.”

Ace sputters, flailing his arms and just barely stopping from flinging his jacket off as he wretched a paint sample from his pocket to shove in Riddle's face,”I LITERALLY COLOR MATCHED THEM TO THE DAMN SAMPLE YOU PASSED OUT!?”

Riddle looks at the swatch, plucking it from Ace’s hands to bring it closer to his face, “Oh dear…this is last year's swatch. It's faded…”

“...” Ace breathed in deep, head tilting back as he let out an anguished-sounding yell before dropping to his knees and curling up in what Yuu could only call defeat.

They reach into their tote, pulling out another bag tied with red and black ribbons. Inside were milk chocolate-covered pitted cherries along with plain and red luster-dusted white chocolate heart shapes. Yuu drops the bag beside Ace’s head, chuckling as the first-year grabs it with a huff and opens it to eat one of the chocolates.

“We're here!” Deuce walks into the courtyard, one hand raised in greeting and the other dragging a bleary eyed Trey behind him.

Trey sighed, taking his hand from Deuces hold to pull his glasses off, “I've got 20 minutes until my cakes need to be out of the oven.” After cleaning the smears from his glasses, he places them back on his face only to have his eyes creasing at the scene before him, “What happened…?”

“Nothing of real importance-CATCH.” Yuu chucks a bag tied with dark green and yellow ribbons at Trey, barely giving the third-year a chance to realize something was being flung directly at his face.

Luckily Trey was able to catch the bag, looking into it with curiosity before he smiled. Dark and milk chocolates shaped like clovers with green chocolate pearls filled the bag. He opened it to examine the sweets, feeling proud at how well the chocolates looked compared to Yuu’s first attempts, “You did really well. I’m glad you took my advice, the chocolates seemed to have firmed up properly.” He pops the sweet into his mouth and chews, eyes widening at feeling the shell break “Oh! They’re filled…hm…The lavender paste isn’t as sweet as I’d normally make it, but it's really smooth and I like how it blends with the chocolate-”

Yuu pats the third-year’s shoulder, interrupting his critique, “Trey, thank you…but dude this is not a peer review thing, just eat the chocolate.”

He chuckles, reaching into the bag again to grab a different chocolate, only to snort at finding a green toothbrush in the bag as well, “I just want you to know I’m proud of how well you did.”

Deuce looks on in question, humming under his breath before quietly asking Yuu, “Did you bring me chocolate too?”

“Are you one of my most special boys?”

“...” Deuce grew flustered, looking to the side as a small blush colors his cheeks, “Y-ya?”

“Then you get chocolate!” Yuu pulled out another bag, tied closed with blue and black ribbons. Inside were milk and blue luster-dusted white chocolates in the shape of spades, but the bigger shapes were cut-out marshmallows of yellow chicks.

Gasping, Deuce takes the bag gently in his hands as he looks at the marshmallows in poorly contained adoration, “I…Yuu, I can't eat them. They're so small. Yuu, I can't eat a baby chicken!”

Riddle grunts from the table beside Cater, chewing thoughtfully on one of the gummy crowns, “Don't waste food.”

Cater hums, raising an eyebrow as Yuu smiles at him, “Sweetie…you know I don't like sweets…” the thought Yuu went out of their way to make him a bag still made him feel appreciated though.

“I'm aware. So here.” They pull out a bag tied off with orange and red ribbons. Inside were dark chocolate circles that looked to have piped on emoji faces. Brightly multi-colored diamond-shaped gummies filling up the bag.

“Oh. My. SEVEN! Yuu, this is totally cam-able!” Cater grabbed the bag, eyes glittering just how adorable and on brand the bag felt for his account. Even if he couldn't eat the treats it felt nice that Yuu made sure the bag was cute for his Magicam.

“I also made sure to use the most bitter chocolate and Jamil, unknowingly, helped me make the Sriracha paste. Plus the gummies are sour coated.”

“...” Cater stood up and wrapped Yuu into a hug, swinging them around before he placed them down with a wide smile, “I'm going to take a hundred photos and then eat it all at once!” The third-year then zipped off to a different corner of the courtyard, bag and phone in hand as he started to hunt for the perfect lighting.

Yuu smiles, clapping their hands before walking toward the entryway, “Welp. My work here is done. I'll see you boys later tonight for the party. Try not to, like, kill each other before then.”

“No promises.” Riddle and Ace speak in unison, the two redheads glaring at each other once they realize the other had spoken.

Riddle then perks up, quickly standing and following after Yuu to speak to them in private, “Actually. You're going to Octavinelle, correct?”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Would you take my and Trey’s chocolates to the twins?”

“HA! No.” Yuu turns, a smile on their face as they move to walk out of the maze.

“I-! Why not!?”

“You have legs?”

Riddle huffed, stomping his foot before crossing his arms, “You know very well that if I hand Floyd his chocolates, he won't unhand me.”

“Fucking suffer. That's your boyfriend.” Yuu waved over their shoulder, smiling wide as they sang out, “Bye~!”

Riddle huffs, watching Yuu rush out of the maze and leaving them to their work. He turns back to the courtyard at the sound of a muted crunch and Ace yelling.

“Motherfucker! Yuu, one of these still had the pit in it!”

~SAVANACLAW~

Savanaclaw was somehow on par with Heartslabyul in terms of people rushing around. Though it seemed less of an organized panic and more so people were sprinting for the fun of it.

Yuu steps farther into the dorm, raising an eyebrow watching a group of students zoom past them. They raise an eyebrow as they touch one of the rock formations and turn heel, sprinting back into the opposite direction.

Ruggie appears, softly glaring at them as he gently elbowed them back toward the mirror, “Ay! No. Noooo. Leona's asleep, you can't be here.”

“Did all of Savanaclaw join the track team?”

“Don't try to change the subject. I don't know what you did, but Leona's banned you from the dorm whenever he's asleep until further notice. He's paying me a good chunk of change to enforce it. So…” Ruggie bends down, arms locking behind Yuu's knees and lifting them over his shoulder to deposit outside of the dorm.

“How about I bribe you though?”

Ruggie stops, quietly pondering before he asks, “What kind of bribe?”

Yuu holds a bag to the side of his face, the plastic bag tied shut with brown and yellow ribbons. Three chocolate-dipped donuts surrounded by multi-colored mini donut-shaped white chocolates.

The hyena was quick to place them down, snatching the bag from their hand before he spread his arms wide, “My good pal, Yuu! Welcome to our humble dorm!”

“Fucking shameless. Anyway, the sprinting? What the fuck is that about?”

Ruggie hums, opening his bag to pull out one of the donuts, “Oh. It's a bit of a tradition in the Afterglow Savanna. Since it's so hot, chocolate doesn't really last long there. So it’s kinda custom to sprint your chocolate to the object of your affections. But it's also a claiming thing.” He points to the three students sprinting against each other, “Those three found out they're trying to give chocolate to the same person.”

Yuu laughs a bit, raising an eyebrow in question, “What's stopping them from throwing their chocolate at the person so it reaches them first?”

“Don't joke about that. It's stupid but one of them might actually do it. Trust me, I know. Valentine's Day makes everyone kinda stupid.”

“Oh, you're above that Ruginald? Don't feel the need to sprint your chocolate to the love of your life?”

Ruggie smiles, shrugging as he reached for one of the mini donut shapes, “Why would I? No one's dumb enough to try to give Leona chocolate and Leona isn't running anywhere.”

“I see. So you know your prey is cornered.”

“Why are you in the dorm?”

How neither noticed Jack standing a few feet away from them, blotting out the sun, they didn't know. But they simply waved at his stern expression.

“Hi Jack!”

“Hi, Yuu. You're banned from the dorm until further notice.”

Yuu waved him off, opening their tote to grab his bag of chocolate, “Oh it's fine. I bribed Rugward already.”

Jack turned to Ruggie, eyes narrowed as though to say ‘really?’ as he watched the second year pull out another donut, “What?”

Ruggie doesn't wait to have his mouth empty, speaking around the donut, “No idea what they're talking about.”

Yuu laughs at Jack's soured expression, “Don't worry, I have a bribe for you too.”

His expression didn't change, but his perked ears and quick swish of his tail showed how eager he was, “I don't want your bribe…”

They pull out a bag tied close with white and orange ribbons. White chocolate bones filled with pear jam, five mid-sized spheres of milk chocolate and scattered orange chocolate pearls.

Jack's face fully changed, showing his surprise as he held his hand out, “Oh…this is actually pretty nice…”

“What? Did you think I was going around giving people bags of live scorpions?”

Ruggie snorted, “That does sound like something you would do…”

“Rugamillion, where would I find that many scorpions in this weather?”

Jack had already pulled a chocolate bone from the bag, chewing it quietly as his tail wagged from the taste of pear, “That's the only issue you'd have?” He eyed the chocolate spheres with a more critical glance, shaking one lightly, “What's in these?”

“Probably scorpions.”

“Hahaha, fuck you. Those are hot chocolate bombs, but instead of cocoa mix I used that protein powder you keep at Ramshackle.” They smile, shrugging as they slowly elbow past Jack's body, “You can have a warm mug of protein-packed chocolate milk before bed. Get those gains in your sleep.”

Jack knew they were on their way to Leona's room. Sighing as he relented, they'd cause more of a fuss if he and Ruggie tried to remove them, “That's not how that works and you know it.”

“Can't hear you over the sound of me walking up the stairs.”

Ruggie’s snicker was barely audible from the second floor of the dorm. Yuu tipped-toed into Leona's room, quietly closing the door behind them. They walk closer to the bed, trying to not laugh as Leona's tail started to increasingly slap against the bed in an attempt to make them leave. Just as Yuu stood beside the bed, Leona's eyes blinked open drowsily.

It took a few seconds before Leona groans, rolling over and pulling his pillow over his head, “What the fuck do I even pay Ruggie for…?”

“You want like…a list or…?”

Leona groaned loudly, pointing back toward the door, “Get out. You know what you fucking did, get away from me.”

Yuu laughs, sitting on the bed and swatting away the tail hitting against their side angrily, “Aw~. Come on, it wasn't even that bad. Vil helped you get the green food coloring out so all's good right?”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“I brought a gift~!” Yuu pulls out a bag tied by yellow and orange ribbons. The bag was filled with various kinds of chocolates in the shapes of crowns and lion heads, golden pearls scattered inside. They shove the bag against Leona's face cooing as the beastman glares at them, “Happy Valentine's Day you fucking depressed mess.”

Leona glares quietly. But soon he rolls his eyes, snatching the bag away from Yuu's hands, “I should have killed you when I had the chance…”

Yuu grinned, knocking their head against his shoulder, “But ya didn't!”

“Seven, I hope this chocolate kills me…”

“Oh, I'm not that nice to you…but I do have a second gift!” They reach back into their tote, pulling out a purple velvet bag pulled closed by golden drawstrings. They placed it on Leona's lap, smile turning mischievous as he warily eyed it.

Leona picks up the bag, opening it slowly, tail flicking in curiosity. He looked into the bag, only to narrow his eyes at seeing nothing inside. There was clearly a weight, so it wasn't empty. Normally he'd just tilt the bag over to dump out whatever was inside, but this was his bed and Ruggie just washed the sheets. Instead, he reached inside, grunting as all he felt was powder.

He barely noticed Yuu had left the bed, quickly opening the door as he pulled his hand out of the bag. Leona squints his eyes at the gold dust on his fingers, “What the…” He wipes his hands on his pants, only to widen his eyes at the fine streak of gold glitter left behind, “YUU!”

Yuu giggled from her place at the open door, “Enjoy your bag of gold, your majesty!” Their giggle turning into a cackle as they close the door just in time to avoid Leona launching one of his boots at them.

“RUGGIE, WHAT DO I PAY YOU FOR!?”

Ruggie huffs from the lounge, raising an eyebrow at Jack, neither of them moving as Yuu sprinted to the mirror, “What, he needs a list or something?”

Jack looked at Ruggie in silence before he pulled another chocolate from his bag, “If he asks, I'm telling him you got bribed.”

“Damn, the betrayal of it all…”

~OCTAVINELLE ~

The lounge was in a quiet period, both Azul and Jade in the back office looking over their weekly reports. While it would be briefly closed for the school-wide Valentine’s party they were going to open their doors again in the later hours. A romantic dinner under the sea was simply too good for any couple to pass up. And while it would cut into their own romantic endeavors, Azul was more than willing to make the sacrifice for the increase in sales.

Azul hums, looking through his papers with a furrowed brow, “Jade, do you have the drink sales? I can't find them.”

“Hm…No. I already reviewed them and sent them off to Sam via Floyd.”

A moment of silence passes in the room before Azul puts his papers down, eyes widening once he realizes the time, “Jade, it's been nearly an hour. He should have been back by now.”

“...” Jade looked up, closing his eyes as he sighed. They were so busy today, he had hoped his brother wouldn't cause trouble due to boredom or frustration that he couldn't see his ‘Goldfish’ until later that night. But it seemed, once again, his wishes had gone unanswered, “Would you like me to find him?”

Sighing, Azul shuffled his papers again. That was a disaster waiting to happen. While FLoyd was more prone to chasing his object of affection around, Jade was no better. As Yuu put it ‘Every brain cell starts to function only to get Trey’s attention’, “No. If he's not back in the next hour though, I'll have to deal with the price of losing your assistance-”

Suddenly the door bursts open, Floyd's wide grin the first thing they see, “I brought Shrimpy~!”

The red and white figure clutching to Floyd's back waves, “He brought me~!”

Jade smiles, moving to one side and giving Floyd a space to drop Yuu unceremoniously onto the couch, “Yuu, what a surprise. I assumed you would use the class-free day to sleep well until the PM.”

Yuu rolls their eyes, opening their tote and looking through it, “Oh trust me. I would be. Instead I'm being nice and running around the dorms to deliver cheer to you over-worked losers.”

Azul tilts his head into his palm, raising an eyebrow, “My pearl. I adore you, truly. But if this is one of your ‘pranks’-”

“Oh, my Seven. I do one thing and now I'm labeled as being a danger the second I wanna do anything!”

Floyd hummed, flopping into the opposite couch as he put his feet onto the coffee table, “I mean you did poison like…two dorms in one day.”

“I didn't directly poison anyone, so it wasn't my fault. Now shut up and take your treats.” Yuu grabbed out three bags, throwing them each at their respective owners, “Repayment isn't necessary, but you boys know I take cash, credit, or life debts.”

Floyd looks down at his bag, teal and light purple ribbons tying it closed. It was just…a big ball. It looked like a basketball, which was kind of cool, but looking at Azul and Jade's bags he couldn't help but pout.

Azul looked flustered at the bag. Tied closed with light purple and white ribbons filled with chocolate truffles shaped at Octopi, white chocolate pearlescent shell shapes and purple pearls scattered throughout.

Jade’s bag had the same ribbons as his, the bag filled with the same white chocolate pearly shells and a mix of milk and Dark chocolate mushroom shapes.

Floyd scowls, glaring at Yuu, “Shrimpy this is sucky. Why did you make my chocolate so lame!?”

Yuu only smiled, holding up their hand and making a squeezing motion that only served to make him angrier. Did they wanna be squeezed? Cause he'll do it. Instead, he looked at the chocolate in his hand, growling as he gripped it tighter. Eyes widening at how easily the chocolate gave under his fingers.

He instead started to giggle, eyes sparkling at seeing the basketball was just a shell and inside were the same pearly chocolate shells and even teal luster-dusted fish.

“Aw~! Shrimpy! This is so cool, how'd you make a chocolate shell like this?”

“You gotta make two halves, then melt them enough that the edges stick together. The hardest part is smoothing it out…”

Floyd hums, opening his bag and looking at the broken shell pieces, “Seems easy. I wanna try it.” He stood, ignoring Azul's stern calls about how he was supposed to be helping with the reports.

Azul scoffs, watching Floyd openly ignore him as he leaves the room, “Great, now he's going to play in the kitchen.” He turns to Yuu, shaking his head and sighing, “I really must find a way to weaponize you. I would send you into rival restaurants and it’d be burned to the ground in a matter of minutes.”

“What if it’s underwater?”

“We both know you’d find a way.”

Yuu laughs, patting their bag, “Keep talking about me like I’m a threat and I won’t give you your second present.”

“Oh?” Azul perks up, folding his hands under his chin and smirking, “First the chocolate and now a second present? If you didn’t owe me money, I’d think you were trying to butter me up for a favor.”

Yuu opens their mouth to reply, only to stop hearing a sniffle beside them. Azul and Yuu turn to the sound, Jade’s face schooled into a frown as he pitifully sniffles and wipes at none existent tears.

“...Jade?”

“Oh. Don’t mind me, the least favorite. You two continue to playfully flirt.”

Azul glares to the side, mumbling under his breath with a blush, “We aren’t flirting.”

Yuu smiled and shook their head, “I knew you’d do some shit like this…”

Jade sniffs again, deepening his frown as he tilts his head back, “So sorry, my tears must be bothering you both. I will try to cry more discreetly. Boo, boohoo.”

While Azul sighed at Jade’s theatrics and Jade increased his theatrics, Yuu reached into their tote and slowly pulled out a large toadstool mushroom. They made Jade hold his hand out palm up before gently placing the mushroom into Jade’s hand.

The Eelmer sniffs again, but brings the mushroom closer to his face to examine, “Hm…A lovely Toadstool sample…I suppose this will-” Jade jumps briefly, feeling the mushroom move of its own accord. He watches transfixed as the mushroom’s stem splits to reveal a small body, the top of the toadstool taking the place of a hat as tiny eyes blink up at him, “Oh!”

Yuu gestures to the fairy now sitting contently in Jade’s hand, “This is Franklin. Answer his three riddles and he will lead you deep into the woods to a mushroom patch you have never seen before.”

Jade smiles, his ‘sadness’ quickly forgotten as he and the fairy stare into each other's eyes, “Amazing. To think I would hold one of you elusive creatures in my hands after years of your tauntings!”

Franklin looks into the Eelmer's eyes mildly fearful, only to relax and perk up when Jade hands him a single mushroom-shaped chocolate. Nibbling it thoughtfully as Jade stands from the couch.

“I shall leave the two of you to your devices. Azul, I believe we were due for a break anyway. So if you'll excuse me, I have terrariums to share and riddles to solve.” Jade left just as quickly as Floyd did. A pep in his step and polite enough to close the door behind him.

Yuu stands, walking to Azul's desk and leaning their hip against it as they tauntingly poked his cheek, “And then there was one.”

Azul huffs, but still reaches his hand to hold Yuu's, his thumb lightly stroking the back of it, “Honestly. You joke they're my bodyguards, but they'd leave me to such a predator as you without a second thought.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“Of course not. You have something of mine don't you?”

“Just because it’s a gift for you doesn’t mean it’s yours the second you know it exists.” But Yuu still hands over a large purple and teal-colored binder. Leaning farther on the desk until they were simply lying on the dark wood, kicking their feet as Azul looked through the binder.

“...” Azul was confused. He had expected something cute and disgustingly sentimental, photos of them or sweet messages of devotion. Instead, the binder started with a stylized page with what he recognized as Yuu’s measurements. Looking through the pages, he only saw photos of clothing, shoes, and accessories of his date-mate's preferred styles. Each photo came with a small tag showing the price and retailer. Flipping through more pages, Azul looks at Yuu over his glasses, “So…How is giving me your wishlist a present to me?”

Yuu smiles, taking a pen from his desk and marking a few hearts on certain photos as he turned the pages, “Well, this is an order guide for you. You buy me things from this handy little book and I’ll wear them for you.”

“Hmm. While I’m content to have an easy guide for the next few gifts I could acquire for you. Again, I ask, how is me buying you clothing a gift to me?”

“Well, I would hope you’d buy me a full outfit, but…” They shrug their shoulders, smiling coyly

Azul raised an eyebrow in question, only to have his expression grow flustered seeing what was on the next page. Lingerie, stockings, all manner of frilly scantily clad things. He brought the binder closer to his face, blue taking over his cheeks the more he turned the pages.

The binder was slammed closed once he reached the more…risque centered lingerie, eyes staring wide at the siren draping themselves across his desk, “...Oh…” He looks at the closed binder on his desk then back to Yuu. Soon he matches their teasing expression, leaning forward to brush their lips against each other, “I'll think about it~.”

The kiss they shared was quick, if only because Azul pulled away to push his chair back from the desk. He pats his thighs, eyes commanding Yuu to sit in his lap. And they do so easily, cuddling into his hold as they straddle him.

“Happy Valentine's Day, Azul~.”

“Happy Valentine's Day, my pearl. I will admit, this is a splendid way to spend my break.” He nuzzles into Yuu's shoulder, kissing along their neck softly as his hands start to wander. Letting out a whine when Yuu stops his hands and pulls away.

Yuu smiles at Azul's disgruntled expression, “Well?”

“...Well, what?”

“I gave you two presents. You gotta give me something if you wanna make out.”

Azul growls, pulling Yuu closer to bring them in for another kiss, growing more frustrated when the magicless mage leans away from his lips. Realizing with their current position he wasn't getting any more kisses unless Yuu leaned back toward him.

He sighs, reaching to open one of his desk drawers, “I'm not giving you my present until the exchange. You can live with being patient. But, my mother sent you a Valentine’s gift so I will give that instead.”

Yuu knew it was the right call to send chocolate to “Mama Grotto”. They just hoped that it'd survive and taste just as good in the sea.

Azul pulls out a flatl wrapped box, offering it to Yuu, “She kept insisting that I tell you I purchased it for you. I couldn't fathom why; you and my mother are on frighteningly good terms…”

Yuu opens the box, gazing curiously as they pull out a simple oyster. With the help of a letter opener and Azul's practiced hands, the oyster was opened to reveal a perfectly rounded teal pearl. Yuu gasps, eyes glittering at the small gem, “OH~! It's so pretty! I love it!”

Smiling, Azul rests a hand against his cheek, the other securely gripping Yuu's hip, “I'm glad. If you may, leave it here. I'll get it fashioned into a necklace for you.” He pushed up his glasses, mumbling under his breath as Yuu poked at the pearl, “Why would my mother insist this was a present from me…?” “Oh! Azul.” Yuu smiled, just on the edge of hysteria as they struggled to speak through their laughter. They had pulled the pearl out of its fleshy cushion, revealing the fact the pearl was already fashioned to be a very obvious engagement ring.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #yuu oc #holiday fic #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #riddle x floyd #jade x trey #leona x ruggie #azul x yuu #azul x mc #azul x oc

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✮ — OVERTIME ; ashley graham

SYNOPSIS . . . after the comment ashley made to leon about clocking in some “overtime”, your girlfriend is not shy to let you know that it’s just a joke, but you are sure that she had some kind of plan to get here

MINORS DNI. . . afab reader, nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, ashley is not that oblivious in this or something like that, suggestive comments, leon mentioned, car sex, thigh riding, fingering, the whole thing is in an uncomfortable position but reader and ashley are desperate, kissing, dirty talking, jealous reader,

wc ; 1,28 k

MOSS’ NOTES . . . the more moss rewatches the resident evil 4 remake videos the more they fall in love with ashley, but you will only really get this if you know the 2005 game’s conversation of ashley and leon’s on the jetski otherwise please enjoy !!!

you scoffed as you saw the helicopter landing not far away from where you were standing. you rolled your eyes as the president’s guards alongside your father started flowing to the door of the aircraft, helping the kennedy boy and ashley out. you gave a nod to one of your father’s goons and headed for the garage where your black suv parked which you were to take ashley home with.

“aren’t you gonna wait for me?” you heard a similar sickeningly sweet voice just as you were opening the front door. you sighed, turning around to face your girlfriend with your arms crossed over on your chest, waiting for her to step closer to you. her comment earlier in the comms was not something you could roll your eyes at, it made you want to stick a pencil in your ears and never desire to hear again.

“i thought you already had company for tonight, why don’t you go with him?” you mock her while sticking the car key into the door, twisting it, and tugging it open for you to throw your bag in. ashley sighed as she leaned against the car’s panel, trapping you between the open door and herself.

“babe, it was a joke. we can just stay at my place, have some drinks, watch a movie…” ashley trailed off suggestively, but you knew what she was hinting at even before she finished speaking. she gave you an obscene look before opening the door to the back seats and sliding in, the faint sound of her chuckle hitting your ears.

you shut the door to the driver's seat and stopped ashley from closing her door, pushing in next to her before shutting it behind you. it took you a minute to find the car key in your jacket's pocket, fumbling around furiously before finally getting it between your fingers and being able to lock the car with the key button.

you turned to ashley who was watching you curiously.

“what?” she asked, raising her eyebrows at you. you scoffed lightly, just under your breath, before leaning towards her and pressing a quick kiss to her lips. you pulled back slightly as you felt her tongue run along your bottom lip before pulling away with a mischievous smile.

“oh so you are not mad anymore?” ashley murmured. you groaned deeply and grabbed onto the collar of her shirt. ashley chuckled lightly, kissing your jawline as she moved onto your lap. you huffed through your nose. “you know you like it when i get you worked up.” she purred. you groaned again, moving your hand down her back slowly until it found a comfortable resting place on her ass, gripping it cruelly. ashley gasped, shifting a bit in your lap so as to give you room to pull her underwear to the side. you moved your hands to caress her bare skin, moving the skirt up a little bit further so that you could move your hand beneath it. she moved her hips into your touch as you slid your finger between her folds.

"i just wanna show you that his 'overtime' is nothing compared to ours." you mumbled lowly, bringing your mouth close enough to brush your lips against her ear. ashley's moans filled your ears and you felt yourself get aroused. but she stopped you, removing your finger from her heat quickly, not letting herself get too drowned in her lust. she had another plan, one that would make the both of you quite happy. “you don't get to have all the fun yourself, i wanna see your face when you cum too." ashley chimes, her hands making their way to your pants' buckle and wasting no time to undo it.

you pulled away from her ear and looked up at her, the hands on her hips moving her to slip her exposed core onto your clothed thigh. you let your nape hit the headrest behind you, eyes wandering around ashley's body, taking her in fully. she seems a bit thinner, it might just be the lighting but you are sure that her being captive played a part in it.

as you daydream about your lover she is toying with the hem of your panties, running her fingers along the elastic band before pulling it and letting it snap against your skin playfully. she doesn't give you any time to make a comment about it, not even a scoff as she buries her hand into your underwear and starts moving two fingers against your bundle of nerves. you feel your body tense up and you bite your lip to suppress a moan.

"feels good, hm?" she asks when she feels your fingers dig deeper into her waist. in the midst of your mind fogging up, with your arms weakening you could still manage to give her a push and make her start moving her hips against your thigh. "m-move like you're mine," you groan, trying to control your breathing as ashley continues to stroke you and rub your clit roughly, causing you to release a strangled moan and arch your back slightly.

"you always do this," ashley mutters between breaths, moving your hair out of your face gently with her hand. "get this uptight then let me please you." she says while continuing to fuck you with her fingers, feeling your pussy tighten around them. you hum softly and grind your hips forward into her hand, feeling yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

"just keep d-doing it," you mutter, barely keeping yourself from screaming as ashley moves her other hand to your breast and strokes it roughly, your nipple poking up through the material as she continues stroking your clit.

she leans in for a sloppy, wet kiss as she slides her hand between your folds once more, giving a soft groan and a small lick to your bottom lip. you suck her bottom lip into your mouth for a moment before pulling back.

"move your h-hip, baby. i want to see you come," you say between breaths. ashley does as told and moves her hips, grinding her crotch against your leg, increasing the speed by a notch.

you felt the beginnings of a wave of pleasure rush over you and you couldn’t help but grip ashley's thighs as she thrusts against you harder. ashley laughs softly at the sight, her eyes closed with satisfaction. you let out a low moan before throwing your head back against the headrest of the seat, feeling the vibrations coming from your throat and the sensation of ashley's body pulsating on yours. you felt your walls tightening around ashley’s fingers, begging for more friction. you could feel your orgasm coming rapidly, almost ready to spill over onto ashley’s fingers.

ashley stops abruptly, her body shaking as she tried to hold in her orgasm. she lets out an audible sigh of relief once she has finished. you let out a low groan of pleasure as you continue to ride her fingers through your juices. you were starting to get dizzy, your eyes fluttering shut as you came onto her fingers.

you felt ashley’s slide out of your heat and lean against you with another sigh, your juices dripping from your hole. “that was...” ashley pauses. “so much better than i expected.” you laugh softly, nodding your head as you lay it on her chest.

"don't ever say things like that again..." you murmur against the soft fabric of her turtle neck, your hands sliding up and down on the hot skin of her arms. ashley giggles, wrapping her arms around you tightly, pulling you close to her chest, and burying her face into your shoulder.

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emitheduck · 1 year

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The Copier Room (Jason Todd x Reader)*

Jason and Reader have some fun in the copier room of Wayne Enterprises Warnings: SMUT!! UNDER18, GET OUT OF HERE / PnV, AFAB MASTERLIST

“Bruce, I’ve got the files you left at the house that you wanted me to drop off.” Jason told the other man as he walked into the office, tossing the folder down onto the large desk, not really caring if the papers inside spilled out. If he wanted them all neat and tidy, he shouldn’t have forgotten them at the house. “Thank you. That’s all I needed.” Bruce said, never looking up from whatever paperwork he was currently invested in. “I think (Y/n) has some files that need to go home if you want to stop and pick them up?”

Jason froze, shaking his head. “No can do. The last time I talked to her, I completely blew it and I don’t think I can mess up again.”

Bruce chuckled. “It’s cute that you have a crush on her, but she probably didn’t even notice.”

“I don’t have a crush on her! Well, ugh I probably do..” Jason groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Talking to her just makes me feel like I’m going to puke, I get so nervous.”

Bruce dropped his pen down onto the desk, leaning back in his chair while he looked over at Jason who was playing with some paper clips. “Is the Jason Todd afraid of talking to my assistant?”

Jason tossed the paperclips into the trash. He had bent them beyond repair, and there was no use saving them now. “Listen old man, I’m not like you. I don’t usually have girls falling at my feet.”

There was a soft knock at the door, Bruce of course saying that the person could come in. In walked (Y/n), a folder in hand. “Sorry to bother you Mr.Wayne, I was just looking to get your signature on these.”

“It’s okay (Y/n), you weren’t interrupting.” Bruce smiled as she walked over to hand him the papers. “Have you met Jason? He’s been working part time in the mailroom.” That wasn’t a complete lie. Bruce has told Jason, if he wanted to continue to live at the manor, he would have to start working. So as of now, he was the personal errand boy and would bring paperwork home once every week.

(Y/n) leaned slightly against the edge of Bruce’s desk while she looked over at the other man. She was eyeing him up and down and Jason could feel sweat start to form on the back of his neck. “I don’t think we’ve formally met. Normally every time I say hi, he runs right by.”

Bruce chuckled as the other man was trying to hide his face in the collar of his leather jacket. “(Y/n), if you get the chance could you give Jason the files I set aside for him to bring home? And could you be so kind as to show him where the photocopier is so he could make some copies?”

She nodded, grabbing the folder from his now outstretched hand. “Of course. Is there anything else that you need?” She asked him while she looked over at Jason who instantly looked away from her.

“That should be good. I’ll let you know if I think of anything else.” Bruce told her as she nodded, leaving the office. He then turned to Jason. “I wouldn’t keep her waiting if I were you.”

“I’m going to kill you one day.” Jason hissed at the other man while he went to follow the woman, practically slamming the office door behind him.

(Y/n) was standing outside the office door with a manilla folder in her hand, shoving it into Jason’s hands. “Here are the files he wanted to give you, now let’s go to that copier.” She told him, already starting to walk down the hallway.

It was something about women in an office that kind of scared Jason. He swore, women in high heels walking on polished hardwood could go faster than him on a good day. Then again, he didn’t mind that she was in front of him; he had an amazing view of her ass in a pencil skirt.

“This is the copier. We might have all the money we can dream of, but this thing is kind of a piece of shit.” (Y/n) told him with a smirk as she kicked the bottom of the machine. “You can’t repeat that.”

“My lips are sealed.” Jason chuckled as he got to work to make copies of the files. “How long have you worked here?” He asked her, eyes still focused on the buttons of the machine.

(Y/n) hopped up on the counter, crossing her legs at the ankles while she watched him. “A few years. I beat out a lot of other women for this job. But I think the fact that I don’t give him heart eyes every time I see him helps.”

“Normally at a lot of jobs, sleeping with the boss can only get you so far.” Jason mumbled. “How the hell do you work this thing?”

She rolled her eyes. “You put the paper in, and just hit the copy button. It’s not rocket science.”

Jason did as he was told, of course it worked almost instantly. “Sorry, I’m just not used to having to do actual office work. That’s why they just send me on errands.” He told her, feeling his cheeks heat up with slight embarrassment.

“I’ll walk you out.” She smiled, hopping off the counter with a soft click of her heels as she went to open the door. The handle moved, but the second she tried to open the door, it didn’t budge. “That’s weird.” She said under her breath as she tried the badge that was attached to her shirt, swiping it on the key-card access. Still nothing. “Door won’t open.”

“I’ll call Bruce.” Jason told her, pulling his phone out of his pocket. It rang twice before Bruce answered. “Hey, we’re locked in the copier room.”

“Oh yeah. We had to reboot the security. Shouldn’t be longer than 15 minutes.” The other man told him. “I would come let you out, but it seems I can’t leave my office either.”

Jason held his tongue, wanting to rip the other man a new one, but decided his best option was to shut his mouth. “Okay. Thanks for letting me know.” He said through grit teeth as he hung up and turned to look at the woman who was back sitting on the counter. “Seems they had to reset the security, and we’re stuck in here for 15 minutes.”

(Y/n) shrugged. “That’s okay. I’m sure we can think of something to do for 15 minutes.”

“Can I tell you something?” He asked, tossing the papers on top of the machine before he hopped up on the counter to sit next to her.

“Of course you can.” She told him, slightly moving closer to him so her shoulder was brushing up against his arm.

The slight touch didn’t go unnoticed by him. “I was going to tell you, that I’m sorry I’ve never stopped to say hi.”

She laughed, a hand over her mouth to try and suppress her laughter. “I shouldn’t be laughing. I just think it’s sweet that you said sorry.”

“What’s wrong with saying sorry? I would have thought you liked an apology.” Jason faked hurt, a hand over his heart as he turned to face her.

“There’s nothing wrong with apologizing, but I just never thought you did anything wrong.” (Y/n) told him, sighing. “You know, you’re nothing like your brother.”

Jason blinked. She must have meant Dick, as Tim and Damian practically never came into the office. “You mean Dick?”

She nodded. “He really lives up to his name. No matter what I would do or say, I could never shake his attention. He would always hit on me, and while I was flattered, I just wasn’t interested and he didn’t seem to understand that.”

“Yeah, he’s dumb as a brick.” He sighed with a chuckle. “If he really was persistent, it must have meant he liked you because he’ll follow anything with a pulse--no offense to you at all but he is just the biggest ass who has ever walked the planet.”

“No feelings hurt here. Just sucked that I got all his attention, and none from the guy I really wanted it from.” She told him, glancing over at him and practically seeing the gears turning in his mind to understand what she was saying.

His mouth opened and closed, almost like a fish as he looked at her with confusion written all on his face. “Are you saying that you like me?”

(Y/n) smiled, her cheeks dusted a soft pink. “I would have enjoyed telling you months ago if you didn’t race out of here at the drop of a hat every time I tried to say good morning to you.”

Jason groaned, his head falling into his hands. “I must look so stupid right now. There I was, too nervous to say shit to you because I thought you were beautiful and out of my league, and now you’re telling me you liked me all along?”

“Did you just call me beautiful?” She asked, nudging his leg slightly with her heel.

“I must be dreaming right now. There is no damn way that this is real life right now.” He laughed, looking at her. “But yes, you are so beautiful. I’m never one to stumble over words, or get nervous around anyone, but you make me so nervous.”

(Y/n) giggled, gently grabbing his hand. “I think it’s cute.”

“Okay now I’m starting to think that I’m going crazy.” He smiled as he leaned forward, gently resting a hand on her cheek. “I’m going to kiss you now, is that okay?”

She didn’t answer, but leaned in and softly kissed him. Her hands were resting on his chest while his were on either side of her face while they deepened the kiss. She slowly leaned forward and crawled onto his lap to straddle him on the counter, causing Jason to pull away from the kiss.

“Are we going to…” His question trailed away as he raised a brow. “I’m game if you are, I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Do I really make you this soft?” She asked while he started to shrug off his leather jacket. “I thought you were a bad boy? What happened to that?”

Jason smirked. “You want me to be a bad boy? Be careful or you might get yourself interested in something you can’t handle.”

“You can do whatever you want to me. Just make sure that I can make it back to work when we’re done.” She told him, her lips softly nipping at his ear.

“Pretty sure I can do that.” He chucked, his hand gently reaching down to start to unbutton her blouse. “Normally, I would just rip right through these tiny buttons, but I think if I did that you would never want to fuck me.” He mumbled as he gently took her shirt off, mouth going dry at the sight of the lacy black bra that was underneath.

“Never seen a bra before?” She teased as she climbed off his lap, shimmying her skirt off; now standing in front of him in only her matching underwear.

Jason shook his head with a dry chuckle as he quickly took his shirt off. “I’ve seen a bra, but it’s not about the clothes. It’s about the amazing boobs that I know are under there.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes as she bent down to pick up her skirt off the ground, causing him to wince. “Something wrong?”

“I hate to admit it, but you haven’t even touched me yet and I’m already hard.” He sighed, biting his lip while she reached forward to undo his belt.

His belt fell to the floor with a soft thud while she went to undo the button of his jeans. Sliding them down just enough to see where his dick was painfully pressed against his underwear. “Need me to take care of that for you?”

“Yes please.” He said breathlessly as she lowered his waistband; his dick springing free and slapping his stomach.

“Holy shit.” She gasped. “You’re huge.”

Jason turned red, not having the confidence to look her in the eyes. “I try not to brag.”

(Y/n) leaned down, one hand reaching forward to gently start to stroke his shaft; causing him to instantly throw his head back at the touch. “You should. It’s impressive.” She shot him a wink before she dipped her head down. Her tongue swiped over the tip once before she took all of him in her mouth.

“Oh my fucking god.” Jason groaned, one of his hands moving to her head as she started to bob her head back and forth. “You’re taking me so well. So good baby.” He could feel that he was getting closer; having not been touched like this in so long, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last if she continued to suck him off.

She could feel him twitch in her mouth, causing her to pull off of him with an audible pop. “Close are we?”

He chuckled with a nod. “Yeah. Would rather cum in your pussy if I’m honest.” He was grinning like a fool as he got up off the counter, picking her up with ease. “I’m going to fuck you on top of this piece of shit until it breaks.” He told her as he bent her over, tits pressed against the glass of the copier.

“I would love to see you try.” (Y/n) retorted as he slowly slipped her panties down. She was damp and sure of it, watching the piece of black fabric get tossed to the side.

“Oh baby, if you keep teasing me it’s not going to end well for you.” Jason smirked as he reached one hand up to cup her breast, hand sliding under the bra with ease. “I have a condom or are you on the pill?”

“I’m on the pill.” She breathed out, arching her back towards him.

Jason gently rolled her nipple with one hand while the other guided himself at her entrance. He slowly moved his hips forward with a sharp intake of his breath as he slid into her. “I’ll start off slow. I want to remember this moment.” He told her, moaning as she started to slide back onto him. “I never said you had to go slow.” (Y/n) gasped as he started furiously thrusting into her. Of course, still bent over the copier, pressing buttons with her hands randomly as he was thrusting. Loud beeping and papers flying out of one end all part of the fun as her body rocked against the machine. “Faster!” She breathed out, as Jason managed to up his speed, drilling into her.

“I’m not going to fuckin be able to survive if we keep going this fast.” He warned between breaths. Thank god this door was locked and didn’t have a window. “You okay if I cum inside? Otherwise it’s gonna be on your back.”

“Inside!” She had no problem moaning out as he gave a few final thrusts before coming to his release, burying his cock deep within her. (Y/n) was quick to follow, letting out one final moan as she came around him.

Jason, slightly gasping for air, leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to her shoulder as he softened inside her, finally pulling out once he felt like he could see straight. “Holy fuck, that was amazing.”

(Y/n) pulled herself off the copier, noticing a slight residue of sweat from her breasts on the glass, and wiping it off quickly with her hand. “Now that we did that, you’re going to have to take me out on a proper date.” She smiled, pulling up her panties and putting them back on.

“I’ll take you anywhere you want. Whatever you want–Hell I’d do anything.” He told her while he started to hand her other clothing items; knowing it was more important for her to look professional rather than him.

“I just might have to take you up on that.” She told him with one quick kiss on the cheek while she slipped on her high heels. “Come find me at my desk when you’re dressed.” She told him, going to the door and being able to open it no problem, slipping out and leaving him in the room.

Jason wasted no time getting himself dressed; looking over at the copier and smirking. There on the paper tray was the photocopy of (Y/n)’s boobs, perfectly pressed to the glass. Yeah, he was 100% keeping that forever. He thought while he folded it up neatly and stashed it away in his pocket. Sending one quick text to Bruce before he left:

‘Hey, copier is broken, you should really get a new one’

MASTERLIST

#jason todd x reader #Jason Todd #jason todd imagine #jason todd x y/n #reader #reader insert #dc #wayne family #batfamily

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ladylooch · 3 months

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Can we get a jealous Emma clip of her feeling jealous bc Timo is always gone and she is at home with the kids (they are still young the twins would be about 3) and she sees Timo being interviewed by beautiful women all the time and she thinks he is bored of her bc when he comes home she is worn out and frumpy looking having taken care of the kids all day

So she picks a fight bc she is jealous

I just love how you write T and Emma

I am in love with this. That is all.

Standing in their master bathroom, Emma Meier is fully aware of how good she looks. Her dark jeans are tight in all the right places. Her black top shows peeks of skin with pleasant views of her ample cleavage. She fluffs her curly, brown hair out then wipes at a smudge of dark purple eye shadow that fell beneath her lashes. She kisses at her reflection in the mirror then walks out to the bedroom to grab her purse. She has on black, expensive, high heeled boots that Timo bought her this past Christmas.

Tonight, it is all about Emma.

Timo is home, ready to take back the reins of caretaking their children. Emma is going out for some damn peace and quiet. She already had her whole night planned out. She’s going to start at her favorite cocktail lounge for a cosmo, then walk down to an Italian dinner place that doesn’t rush you, followed by stopping by their favorite ice cream place in which, she is going to eat her ice cream in peace without a child trying to get a taste.

Despite a tour of her favorite places, Emma wishes her night had more of a happy glow to it than it does. Instead, burning, acidic resentment has settled into her gut. Bluntly, Timo playing in theN HL is getting old to her. He has flirted with retirement the last few years, but always pulls out the “I’ve got one more in me” when it comes down to decision time. Emma has been patient. She’s been a stay at home mom for the last three years and she wants to spend more time with Timo than they have been. She wants him home, with her, not off being ogled and obsessed over by other women.

Emma used to not care about the fans, but that was before her body birthed four children, including a set of twins. Things have been much different since their twin boys were born. Emma loves them. She would not change a thing about their life, but today she is struggling to be grateful for it. She needs a break. And that’s what tonight is all about.

With her purse in hand, Emma walks down to where the rest of her family has gathered. She walks to the entryway mirror, well aware of her husband’s eyes on her. She leans forward, running her finger along her maroon lips, pretending to gather a smudge. She can feel Timo’s eyes carve along her curved ass as she leans forward. She pats her lips together then heads to the coat closet, gathering her jacket.

“You look gorgeous, baby.” He calls.

“I know.” She sighs back happily. She wants him in that same dumb stupor when she gets home tonight. To do that, she needs to give him as little attention as possible.

“Who… are you going out with tonight?” He fumbles over his words, blinking rapidly. Emma had told him she was going out tonight, but with little details. Timo had not particularly cared until he saw her looking THAT good. Maybe she is going out with the Devils WAGS?

“Myself.”

“What?” He responds flatly.

“Me.” She repeats slowly, with a hint of attitude.

“I dont…”

“Care? Me either.” She smirks, then flips her hair out from the collar of her jacket. Her heeled boots clack against the hardwood as she comes into the room, giving kisses to the twins who play together on the floor while staring at Cars 2 on the TV. Liv and Lio are at the table doing homework together. The last person to smooch is her husband. She comes back over, kissing his cheek. His feral eyes drag along her body, but his mouth stays closed. She places her tongue against her top lip, gathering his attention there, then she speaks. “Don’t wait up.”

His dark eyes follow every sway of her out of their home. He watches her car pull out of their driveway. He is distracted as he puts the babies to bed. He sits wordlessly in the dark the rest of the evening, unable to focus on his TV show while he awaits her return. Then, just after 10:30 pm, he hears the garage door begin to rise. He clicks the TV off, leaving the downstairs dark. He slides quietly into the mudroom, hiding in the shadows to the left of her. She walks in, distractedly tossing her keys into her purse, which gives him the perfect opportunity to pounce her.

“Oh fuck!” Emma startles when he grabs her. “T.” It’s all she gets out. Then his lips are massacring her mouth. His teeth angrily nips at her as he shoves her up against the door she just walked into.

“How was your night?” He simmers.

“Good.”

“Yeah, you get the break you needed from me?” He slightly snarls at her, so hot and bothered by her outfit and her disobeying and her aloofness. His hands grope her breast, tugging her shirt and bra down to expose her soft nipple. He brings it harshly into his mouth. Her fingers collect in his hair instinctively. Right now, he could fuck her against their kids cubbies and not think twice about letting her moan his name loudly.

“Timo.” She groans, head knocking back into the door. He sucks her harder into his mouth, then roughly pulls away, letting the clothing snap back into place. Timo grabs her hips, spinning her around so she is pinned into the garage door. His hard cock presses into her ass cheeks. Emma bites her lip, feeling his fingers drift over her ass as he pulls slightly back. A loud slap fills the mudroom. Emma breathes out a moan, pressing her face to the door.

“You play me tonight before you left?”

“Like a fucking fiddle.” She giggles. Timo slaps her ass again, significantly harder this time. Her cheek burns beneath her jeans. Emma gasps, then groans passionately.

“You know what happens when you’re not my good girl.” He grabs her face, turning so he can see her side profile. He runs his thumb along her jaw. Emma plays dumb, shaking her head.“You get tied up.” Emma’s eyes widened. “And then blindfolded.” He allows her to turn to face him. Then he grips her neck with his strong, massive hand. Her eyes flutter closed as he comes closer. He smells so good- like sex and home and safety. His lips flirt with the end of her nose. “We okay?” He whispers. Emma gives a discreet nod. Then Timo’s eyes darken again. With a lazy flick of his fingers, he points towards the rest of the house.

“Go be a good girl and pick out your ties.”

#tm: loving & leaving #Timo Meier x oc #Timo Meier imagine

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liamthemailman · 3 months

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♠️♥️House of Cards♣️♦️

Act One Part Two - So What?

CW: Violence, injury

“Captain-” Ace repeats himself again but is immediately silenced with a single look from Queen.

“Don’t bother nagging me about morals,” Queen snapped, the silence that followed after felt uncomfortably eerie. “You know how it goes. It’s all for the sake of the mission.”

This left an undesirable aftertaste on Ace’s tongue. He couldn’t sit back any longer to watch as Queen endangered innocent lives ‘for the sake of the mission’. Ace continued to listen to Queen as she lectured him on mission priorities, a talk that had been gone over far too many times, but this was different.

“What if you shot a civilian?” Ace questioned. This made Queen pause. She fully turns to him, finally facing him. Her eyes shot daggers at Ace in the dark and her lip curled downward in frustration. “That could have gone wrong with just a shift of the wind!” Ace adds.

“Yes, and?”

Yes, and? Yes, and? Yes… and? Ace replayed Queen’s answer in his head multiple times. It was weirdly worded. Was Queen looking for Ace to answer her, or was it that she was that nonchalant about the lives of others? Ace has had his doubts about Queen’s ethics but never had he seen such disregard at this scale.

“And? We’re supposed to be protecting the civilians, are we not? Isn’t the whole deal based on defending those that need it?” Ace argues, taking a step forward. He could feel his blood start to boil.

“Going soft, are you, Lieutenant?” Queen sneered, amused at how quick Ace was to anger. Her eyes look downward towards him. It’s always the small dogs that bark the loudest. “We were tasked to eliminate a dangerous person, and that's what we'll do. Anyone in the way of our mission objective is just an obstruction to be removed.”

Ace was speechless. There wasn’t anything he had ever heard that’s as selfish as the words coming from Queen. He could feel his chest tighten but he continued to hold his tongue. This wasn’t worth getting angry over, Ace tells himself.

“Not to mention your attempt at undermining my order to Jack. Don’t think I don’t notice how chummy the two of you have grown with each other.” Queen scoffs, disdain in her voice at the thought as if it offended her. There was a bite to her words, clearly made out to hurt Ace. “Your influence has her confused, as if he’s not dull enough already.”

“Hey-” Ace snapped. He could feel a vein pop on his forehead from how he was ready to burst with anger at any moment. “They’re under no obligation to follow in your exact footsteps.”

Queen laughs at this, a shrill shriek that raises the hairs on the back of Ace’s neck. He shook this feeling away, not letting Queen disrespect Jack. While Ace wasn’t Jack’s assigned mentor, Queen’s methods were questionable from what he’d heard from the Private. Ace opened his mouth to speak again but Queen beat him to it.

“Now he’s running around with rope, playing cowboy and playing with fire.” Queen sighs, exasperated just thinking about Jack’s antics. In her eyes, the Private needed to be ironed out. It’s a wonder how they even passed selection. Queen mentions this, waving her hand dismissively as she complains. “It’s horrible to my image, really.”

That hit Ace like a punch to the gut. Queen was clearly out of line with the bullshit she was spouting out her mouth. Ace takes another step forward and, before he could stop himself, grabs Queen by the collar of her jacket, driving her back into the wall.

“Is that all you care about? Your image? Whatever’s in the way of your target?” Ace seethed, staring daggers at Queen. “How shameless of you-”

A struggle breaks out as Queen shoves Ace, who stumbles backwards. He regains his footing and dodges as Queen reaches to grab at him but fails to avoid her sweep, sending him to the ground, dragging her down with him.

A hand yanks painfully in Ace’s hair, a breathless Queen leers down at him. “I’m still in disbelief. What did the Major even see in you all those years ago..?” Queen taunts, her lips curled upwards in a sick smile.

Ace throws Queen off of him, quickly taking her place over him as she hits the ground. He presses a blade to Queen’s throat, pinning her down to the ground. However, this did little to stop her ridiculing.

“Looks like you still have that Mad Dog in you,” Queen jabs at Ace, panting as she catches her breath. He feels another chill as she brings up his past. “Violent, reckless and unstable. You try so hard to be nice but you still struggle to keep your little façade up.”

Ace grits his teeth, unable to form words in his cloud of rage, only grunting in response, the cold sharp knife pressed firmly to Queen’s neck, the edge digging slightly into the flesh. “Quiet-” He hissed, but Queen cut him off as she screamed bloody murder out of nowhere.

Loud thumps break Ace’s focus as they rush closer and closer. Before he could react, he felt rough nylon wrap around his neck. Next thing Ace knew, he felt burning. Both on the skin of his neck and in his lungs as he struggled for breath. His body is forced to bend backwards as his assailant puts a rough boot to his back. Ace lets out a choked gurgle, managing to reach back to cut at the rope around his neck.

Rushing to his feet, Ace turns around as he sputters to fill his lungs with air, hand clutching at his neck, the skin still aching with a burn. His head pounded as the blood started to return into his brain. His eyes refocused and he faced Jack, who was staring wide eyed at her lieutenant as they realised what she had done. A scowl twists Ace’s face as he gasps for air, standing hunched over, noose still hanging from his neck, the skin blooming with a new scar that stretches around his neck.

“What in the bloody hell’s wrong with you?!” Ace barked at Jack who visibly flinched at the tone of his voice. However, Ace would find that Jack was no longer looking at him, but at what was behind him.

Quicksaving...

#House of Cards AU #Act 1 Part 2 #cod oc #call of duty oc #oc: LT Ace #oc: Jack #oc: Queen #mailman rants #fanfic #fanfiction #Task Force Cards

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booboodaddysblog · 5 months

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Gift

Part eight

Warning: smut, kissing, teasing, p in v, oral, fingering, other enterance

Words: 3190

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Have you ever wondered how a gift, an unexpected naughty gift you might get at work, might work on someone. A gift that will make your day long and your only desire will be to run away from work and nervously glance at your watch.

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The day was cold and rainy. Colin and Mare searched the woods hoping to find new evidence in the case of missing Grace Winters. All they had was her phone. With it, they found her last location. Sherwood Forest, 40km from the city. Colin wasn't happy that he was getting wet from the morning because he forgot his umbrella, which wasn't his fault. He just didn't take the time to think to bring it with him. Mare woke him up at 5am and told him to move his ass.

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- Move your ass, Colin! I'm at your place in 10 minutes and I have no intention of waiting more than 5 seconds outside your house. You will not make it in time.... you're walking! - she hung up.

Colin threw the phone on the bed next to him, grabbed a pillow, pressed it to his face and shouted.

- She didn't even fucking say hello to me! How she treats me! Why do I allow myself to do this!

He took the pillow off his face, put it down next to him, smoothed it out....

- I'm making myself a victim of fate! - he sighed and went to the bathroom.

He quickly washed and dressed. He was just putting on his shoes when he heard honking and his phone started ringing. He didn't even have to check who was calling him. He left the house and closed the door behind him. He waved to Mare, who let the smoke out of her electric cigarette through the open window.

- Coffee for you, as an apology for this terrible morning torture - Mare smiled at him.

- Good morning and thank you - he got into the car and closed the door behind him.

- You don't look happy....

- No, I didn't sleep well - he yawned and closed his eyes.

- What did you do at night? - she asked with the smirk.

- You are too interested in me. Am I wrong?

- You'd better have a cup of coffee - Mare rolled her eyes and went on her way.

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Colin cursed under his breath. With a tissue he wiped his wet face from the rain and put it in his pocket.

- Are you cold, poor boy? - Mare called out in his direction.

- Yes, can we go back to town now? - He fixed the collar of his coat.

- You should invest in a warm jacket with a hood, elegant - she laughed.

He didn’t respond, only shook his head disapprovingly and looked at the overcast sky.

Suddenly he got a message from receptionist Cindy:

"There is a package waiting for you at the reception desk. I don't know what it is, I haven't opened it. When you get back to the police station, look me up - Cindy"

He furrowed his brow and began to wonder what it could be and from whom. He had never received a package at work before.

- Mare? I seriously ask, when are we coming back? We've been here for five hours. We won't find anything today. Let's give ourselves a break. We can come here again tomorrow. And besides, some package came to me. Maybe it's something important - he called out to Mare.

- I knew you were cold! - she laughed and called out - Okay people, gather everything and go back to the police station - and added quietly so that only Colin heard her - Our princess is cold.

- Very funny! - he snorted under his breath and headed for Mare's car.

They pulled up at the police station. Colin quickly went to the reception desk.

- Hey Cindy, what do you have for me there? - He leaned against the counter with a curious look on his face.

- Hey Detective Zabel, I don't know what it is, but it smells nice - she handed him a rectangular package and smiled.

- Thank you - he also smiled.

He went to his office, put the package on his desk and took off his wet coat. He furrowed his brow, the package smelled of chocolate. He went to the social room and brewed himself some coffee. He returned to the office and sat down at his desk. He began to tear the decorative paper. To his eyes appeared a box in blood red color. He opened it and stopped breathing for a moment, his eyes grew large. He grabbed his tie and loosened it. It made him feel hot. He looked at his gift and started laughing. He read silently the inscription that was on the chocolate.

- "Your face is my favorite seat" oh Marg, how did you know I like raspberries and Oreo? - he laughed and took the phone in his hand.

- "What's up my cutie pie?" - he wrote a message to Marg.

- "Honestly nothing interesting. I'm sleepy all the time because of this weather" - she wrote right back.

- "Perfect weather to spend the whole day in bed"

- "Colin, sweetest, do you miss me?"

- "Yes, you don't even know how much" like hell - he added in a whisper.

- "Nour is leaving today, maybe you still have time to say goodbye to her"

- "No, I only feel like seeing you" - he drew in the air loudly.

- "Good, from 6p.m. I will already be home alone"

- "Great, see you later" - he put the phone down and got down to writing a report on today's day.

He kept glancing at his watch. Time was passing more fragrantly than usual. It was beginning to irritate him. He couldn't concentrate on his work. He broke off a piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth. He rubbed his face with his hands, closed his eyes savoring the sweet taste, turned in his chair toward the window. He opened his eyes and looked out the window. It was already dark and still raining. The only source of light was the street lamps.

- When will this day finally end? - he glanced at his watch again. It was 4:30pm - hour and a half left - he snorted loudly and turned toward his desk to try to still write something meaningful.

He stared at the documents lying in front of him. He read again and again what he had written. Nothing was getting through to him. His thoughts had long been with Marg. He could smell the sweet fragrance of her skin, the taste of her soft and smooth skin. He missed it all.

- 5:20pm already! Oh fuck! - he hastily got up from his desk and gathered his things. He put on his coat and left the office.

He moved toward Mare's office.

- Mare, sorry to bother you, but could you please drive me home? As you know I didn't make it to work today with my own car, I....

- Stop talking... I was there and I am guilty of it.... you don't have to explain anything to me - Mare gathered her documents from the desk and started to get dressed - and so I thought to go home already. So you are lucky.

- Thanks Mare - he smiled as broadly as he could.

- You have it too good with me. If I'm honest with you - she walked past him and headed toward the exit of the police station.

Colin moved behind her in silence. He knew there was no point in discussing with her.

- So what are the plans for the evening Mr. Detective? - Mare started the car and headed toward Colin's house.

- First of all, I need to take a warm shower. I got pretty cold today.

- I’m serious, buy a decent jacket. I don't want to listen once again to your complaint about being cold. If you didn't know detective work involves spending quite a lot of time, if not most, outside. It doesn't matter what the weather is like. The work has to be done. Otherwise it's all pointless. If you prefer to sit in the warmth, find another job.

- Yeah, yes, okay.... thank you for explaining to me what my profession is like. But you really didn't need to - he looked out the window.

Mare stopped in front of his house.

- Well, here we are - she said with a sigh.

- Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow.... as long as I'm not sick - he laughed and started pretending to cough.

- You are pathetic, really - Mare rolled her eyes.

- Oh I think I have a fever - he put his hand to his forehead.

- Fuck off Zabel, I've had enough of your company.

- Okay, I'm going. See you tomorrow - he got out of the car and closed the door behind him.

Mare immediately driven away. He laughed under his breath and went to take a shower. As soon as he finished washing he heard that he had received a message.

- "It's almost 6pm, I'm already looking forward to seeing you. I have a surprise for you"

- A surprise? - he thought - "Another surprise?" - he didn't send it, deleted it - "I'll be at your place soon" - he sent the message and went to get dressed.

He went to the kitchen and took a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator. He put on his coat, left the house and got into the car.

He parked in front of Marg's house evenly at the appointed hour. He looked in the direction of her windows. He breathed deeply. He could already feel that he was getting hot. He unbuttoned his shirt button and got out of the car. He walked to the door and knocked.

Marg opened the door with a wide smile on her face. Colin looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

- Something wrong? - she laughed.

- Hmm... no, honey everything is fine - he went inside.

- In that case, what's the matter?

- You're wearing sweatpants and hoodie. You usually greet me in a different outfit. Are you all right? - he walked up to her and hugged her, inhaling his favorite scent.

- Of course, everything is fine. How do you know what I have underneath? - she moved away from him and slipped her pants down slightly, revealing a piece of red lace material.

- Aha, now I understand - he grunted and took off his coat, putting it on the couch.

- What's wrong with me? Rather, there is something wrong with you - Marg crossed her arms over her chest.

Colin stared at her and began to smile. He sat down on the couch. Marg followed him.

- I ate something very good today. Sweet, chocolate with raspberries and pieces of Oreo cookies - he looked at her.

- Really? - Marg bit her lip.

- Really. It was a chocolate with a very interesting inscription. This inscription made my ability to think soberly very limited - he moved closer to her.

- Did you really like it? - she looked at his lips.

- Yes, it was a gift. You don't know from whom, perhaps? - he looked at her lips and felt like biting into them.

- Maybe I know. What was the inscription on that chocolate? - she looked into his hungry eyes.

Colin leaned over and whispered in her ear.

- Your face is my favorite seat...

He felt her body tremble. She closed her eyes and moaned when she felt his lips on her neck. He kissed her gently and nibbled lightly. He moved his hand along her thigh, toward their inner side. He could feel the warmth attracting him.

- Is it true? - he asked without stopping to taste her.

- Excuse me? - Marg groaned and opened her eyes.

- Is it true that you love it when.... - touched her hot pussy through the material of her sweatpants and panties - I touch you here... - began to massage her - when my tongue is here... - he put his hand in her pants and touched her through her panties - I can feel how hot and wet you are...

- Yesss...

- Yes, what? - he murmured into her ear and licked it lightly.

- Colin...

- Answer my question, please - he kissed her on the lips with a loud purr.

- I love it when your tongue is here.... - she pressed his hand more firmly against her hot pussy - when you lick me, taste me....

He took his hand out of her pants and got up from the couch. He began to undress, slowly, button by button.... all the time he looked into her eyes. He began to unbuckle the waistband of his pants and unzipped the zipper.

- What are you doing? - she asked biting her lips.

- I'm undressing and I don't know what you're waiting for. Don't look at me like that and start doing it too.

Marg took off her hoodie and slipped off her sweatpants. Colin was just about to slip off his pants, but stopped himself.

- Is this the surprise? - he asked looking at her beautiful lace underwear.

- Yes, I bought it yesterday. Do you like it?

- Very much...

- In that case, take it off me.

- No, I want you to stay in it - he lay down on his back on the carpet - come to me and sit on me... where you like best.

- Colin...

- Come - he held out his hand to her.

Marg grabbed his hand and stood on either side of his head.

- Lower - he stroked her legs, looking at her from below.

She sat on his chest and looked into his eyes. Colin grabbed her buttocks and pulled her to his lips. He inhaled the scent and closed his eyes. He kissed her through the material.

- You are so wet and hot, on top of that you smell beautiful. I feel like eating you - he murmured, and she felt the vibrations all the way inside.

- Oh Colin... eat me... now... I can't take it anymore - she grabbed his hair and pressed herself harder against his lips.

- As you wish dearest. You have no idea how hungry and thirsty I am - he pushed the material of her panties aside and began to kiss her gently and slowly.

He heard a loud moan and felt her tug harder on his hair and clamp her thighs over his head. Her lips tasted sweet and were very wet. As he sucked on her pink lips he felt her juices run down his tongue. He purred with pleasure, and when he did Marg trembled and tugged at his hair each time.

He grabbed her buttocks and lifted her slightly. He slid his tongue inside her hot insides, nuzzling her pleasure button with his nose. He heard a scream. He pressed her tighter against him. With his hands, he widened her buttocks and squeezed them. With his fingers, he began to massage her and collect her leaking sweet juices. He touched her tight hole with his index finger. She trembled and jumped slightly in his embrace. He held her tightly.

- What are you doing? Colin? - she said in a whisper and clenched her fists in his hair.

- I want you to have more sensations. If you don't like it, I'll stop - he sucked hard on her pleasure button.

- Oh god! Do it!

He began to massage her with his fingers as before to take his time with anything. Again and again he massaged her tight hole and each time he felt her tremble. Finally, he gently began to slide his finger in. He started with the very tip of his finger. Each time he pulled it out, collected some sweet juices and slid his finger deeper and deeper into her.

- You are so tight, amazing feeling - he kissed her pink lips and slid his finger in and out of her.

- Colin I can't take it anymore - she moaned.

He felt her whole body tremble.

- Get up - he grabbed her around the waist and helped her up. He himself also stood up - Come to me.

Marg approached him. He started kissing her. They both purred into each other's mouths. Colin caught her around the waist and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs and arms around him. He looked into her eyes and walked toward the nearest wall.

- Honey, it won't take long.... I am really strongly thirsty and excited - he entered her quickly and deeply. He moved quickly, he was really deep inside her.

- Colin... oh god... don't stop! - Marg started kissing him while moaning loudly. She felt that she couldn't stand this sweet torture any longer.

Colin felt her walls tighten on his dick. He knew what that meant.

- Come on baby, come for me - he kissed her deeply, wanting to feel her every purr and moan.

- Colin...

- Yes!

- Colin!

Her walls clenched against him, breath hitching with his every thrust. He felt her juices running down his thighs. He continued to move inside her. Each of his thrusts made Marg scream louder and louder until she finally reached climax. Colin hugged her tightly and bit into her neck. She felt his hot cum filling her. She felt him trembling in her arms. He kissed her neck gently until he finally kissed her lips.

- Marg... it was ... perfect - he smiled into her lips.

- You are amazing - she kissed him on the nose.

- I'm hungry - laughed Colin and slowly put Marg on the floor.

- Me too, but let's go to the shower first.

- Really? I thought I washed you thoroughly - he smiled broadly.

- True, it was perfect, but I'm all sweaty and so are you.

- Ok, let’s go - he took her in his arms and carried her upstairs.

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Part seven

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“Seriously, get some help..”

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader

Pt.1 of 3

cw: Homophobic Language/Slurs, Bullying, steve x nancy

“So then I tried explaining how, you know, I’m just going to be stuck working some dead end job anyway and she just gave this look Y/N- like I was stupid or something..” Steve relayed his conversation he’d had with Nancy on the drive to school that morning. Y/N had seen the aftermath of her quickly exiting his car and heading on inside as he dejectedly waited around until he’d joined him. Getting a cigarette in before class inevitably started.

“Well what do you expect Steve, girls dream of their high school loves going to college with them, beating the men off them for the rest of their lives.”

“Yeah, ‘beating the guys off her’ is the whole reason I need to wait..plus there’s no way I could get into a college on her level, I’d just be holding her back..” Steve leaned against the side of his car, running a hand back through his hair as Y/N puffed away a few feet out, always keeping his distance as to not receive a complaint about the smell from his friend.

“Just stop stressing Steve! You get stressed, she’ll get stressed. Clearly she already is..” Y/N’s ears pricked up at the sound of quickly approaching music mixed with the revving of a loud engine. Down the street appeared a blue Camaro that screeched to a stop just before it passed up the entrance to the student parking area and as soon as it turned in it sped back up. Y/N stood in place and squinted, trying to make out who the hell was driving this car he’d never seen. And before he knew it Steve had grabbed the collar of his shirt and roughly yanked him out of the way moments before the car would have possibly hit him.

“Y/N Jesus! Wake up!” Steve let go of him and looked his face over, which admittedly was always difficult to read. He looked at him and then back at the car as it pulled into the middle of two spaces, double parking. One could hear the sound of brief bickering as the car was shut off and Y/N could see the California license plate and then a small red headed girl with an even redder zip up jacket quickly gathered herself and a skateboard out of the passengers seat, slamming the door and then tossing the board down and making her way off in the direction of the middle school with her middle finger held up.

“Hey!” Steve walked past you in the direction of the car and you hardly had time to react as he hurried over, you rushed to follow behind him. “You had a kid in there with you, don’t you think you should..slow down…” Steve’s angry speech trailed off as the driver stepped out of the car. Dirty blonde curls spilled off the back of his head and bounced as he stood and shut the door, an unamused look on his face as he sized Steve up. Although he had stopped a solid five feet away the teen advanced on the two of you, giving you a quick look before responding.

“Maybe you should worry more about your mouth and your boyfriend getting you in trouble, stranger. ” He reached up, snatching the almost finished cigarette out of your mouth and holding it up to his, lighting it off the cherry before tossing it behind the two of you. You licked your bottom lip where the skin had been pulled off from him taking it out of your mouth and also from you holding it there for too long and watched as he made his way away from Steve and you towards the school.

“Fuck..who the hell was that guy?” Steve let the gay comment roll off him like water off a ducks back, he had a reputation that some new tanned up guy from California wasn’t going to make an effect on. But it still did get under his skin, their body language and tone, he seemed dangerous.

“I think we’re going to find out.” Y/N reached up to press his finger against the small bubble of blood coming from his lip before wiping it off on his shirt and heading off towards the school as well. Steve stood back for a moment, still taken a back from the entire morning really. ‘Can’t ever catch a break..’ he thought to himself as he went on to catch up.

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“So don’t forget, Barbs’ Parents, dinner, tonight. Got it?”

“Yes Nance, of course I’ve got it. I’m not going to forget okay?”

Jonathan closed his eyes just for a second, hoping to drown them out somehow as he retreated down the hall away from them, but as he did he found himself running into someone. “S-sorry—“ Y/N shook his head and managed a half smile at the oldest Byers before peering off to the side of him at the two love birds chatting away at Nancys’ locker.

“Don’t be. Trust me, I get fed up with it too.” Jonathan sighed and nodded as they moved out of the way slightly to make it easier for others to walk through the hallway freely. He looked down at the orange flier in his hand, flipping it over before thrusting it forward to you.

“What’s this?”

“Something I wouldn’t be caught dead at.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow as he briefly read the sheet of paper before laughing to himself on the inside, the humor coming across when he spoke. “And you think I would be? Maybe if we dared each other..”

“Good point.” Jonathan grinned at him, it did seem like something the both of them would do. They had been friends before Y/N got friendly with Steve and Nancy. As friendly as the teen could. He was often just a third wheel, a shadow, him and barb would sit around and entertain themselves while the couple went at it. But ever since barb ‘disappeared’ Y/N stopped smiling, he stopping putting in as much effort as he had to appear happy for the others sakes and even with Jonathan he wouldn’t open up or talk about anything so Jonathan did the same.

The long bell rang and it echoed through the halls signaling everyone to get to their next class. Y/N quickly departed off towards Steve who had athletics with him next and Jonathan waited for a moment before continuing down the way he had been, trying to not let the feeling of comfort in each other, what was once all too familiar for them, affect him too much.

“You ready to get schooled Y/N?”

“Not if we’re on the same team dipshit.” Steve slung an arm around the dispirited teen as they walked down the hall towards the gymnasium.

These uniforms were the bane of his existence. This whole class actually. The fabric of the shorts did nothing but hold sweat and when and if someone fell or was pushed while guarding you were sure to rub your skin open on impact with the waxed hard wood floors. The grey shirt was ill fitting and slightly baggy on you while it seemed to cling to Steve as the two of you walked out of the locker room together.

“Dude, you really need to even out that ‘farmers tan’. It’s just getting worse.”

Y/N rubbed his hand up his arm and looked at the stark line where the tan began and your normal skin tone began before staring back at Steve with an unamused expression. “Because Nancy loves those pasty chicken legs of yours so much right?”

“Pasty?! Chicken legs?! Oooh you’re so lucky we’re both shirts today..” Steve jumped up and down, hyping himself up for the game as he thought about what you said, debating staying late after school and using the weight room one of these days.

“Okay, ladies! Enough talking. Get in position.” The PE teacher and Basketball coach stood at the sidelines with a perfectly aired ball in his hand and a whistle in his other other. “Four on four game. I want it clean, or you’ll be doing laps until you throw up after school. All of you.”

Steve took the center and caught the ball as the coach tossed it out, Y/N taking his place next to him. He didn’t like athletics by any means but he wasn’t really given the option to choose his own electives so he decided to make the best of things and try to stay close to Harrington early on. “I’m watching you Harrington.” The coach pointed at him and they locked eyes.

“You need to keep your performance up before the season starts, you hear me?”

“Yes coach!” Steve replied. His face determined in spite of the shirtless blonde from this morning slyly grinning as he stood in as center for the opposing team. ‘He’s going to guard me, I just know it..’ He thought to himself as Y/N shook out his hands beside him, grabbing his attention. He tilted his head slightly and lowered his voice to a whisper.

“Be my distraction okay? Ghost blondie when he comes for me..”

Y/N didn’t visibly react to what he’d said but on the inside he was groaning in annoyance. Steve might be the king of something, the king of starting shit. The blonde looked like his hobbies consisted of lifting weights and winning fist fights and he wanted him to go after him? Fuck.

When the whistle blew Steve immediately went into action and the building echoed with the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor. Two shirts were held guarded in place as Steve faked out the teen and made a shot from the three point line, watching as it went in and one of the skins made a break for it.

“That won’t happen again.”

“Hargrove! Quit making eyes at him and get on the ball!” The coach yelled across the court as his team mate was at an impasse, standing at half court with one of Steve’s team mates behind him and Y/N steadfast in front of him. Eyes locked onto his. “Somebody get this freak off of me!”

“Pass!” As the teen went to make a pass to Tommy Y/N leapt and smacked the ball mid-air across the court, like a volleyball. The two skins quickly shove past him to help Billy obtain the ball before Steve can land another basket and Y/N makes his way behind the blonde. Steve and him make eye contact as he dribbles in place, billy aggressively bouncing himself against his back with full intentions on keeping this asshole from making his shot.

“So I heard they used to call you the king around here huh?” Steve tried to keep his eyes on the man’s hands as he was sure he would go to pick the ball away from him. “I saw that girl with you earlier, do you and the pretty boy share her? Or does she not know about you and him?”

“Why don’t you just shut the hell up and play!”

The moment that Steve let himself get distracted enough to respond Billy wedged his leg between his and swept his feet out to the side, out from under him. Y/N had closed in during their ‘intimidate moment’ and did just as Steve asked. While everyone was distracted by Billy’s foul play he’d secured the ball and had a decent shot lined up. The blonde was between him and the other players and that cheeky smirk he had when their eyes met did something to him. It made his skin itch. A crawling sensation.

“Why don’t you just give me that?” He asked, knees bent in preparation for Y/N to skitter away to somehow get Steve the ball.

“Come get it.” The side of Y/N’s lips curled slightly at the change in Billy’s expression. Eyebrows furrowed as he made a quick step forward just as Y/N jumped to make the shot from here. Either he’d make it or Steve could go in for the save and do a layup. Neither Billy or Y/N was able to watch because the muscular blonde had taken him to the floor. The coach blew his whistle just before the ball went in. He might have let him tripping Steve slide but that was a full contact tackle.

“Now what the hell did I say?! Clean. Game! Do you not know what ‘charging’ is Hargrove?” Billy glared down at the man underneath him who had his eyes clenched shut. He was scared. The pain in the back of his head from it hitting the wood floor coupled with the blow of the whistle had his ears ringing. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes, coach. It won’t happen again.” He muttered as he raised up off the floor, reaching his arm down as Y/N opened his eyes. “Get the hell up then.” He took the hand and gathered himself off the floor with his help, rubbing the back of his sweaty head with his free hand before Billy pulled him in close, face inches from his.

“You. Are. Dead.” Something seemed to flash in those blue eyes. They were dilated and moving rapidly as if he was trying to read Y/N’s aloof expression before he shoved him away and retreated to wait for Y/N to get his free throw in. As pretty as they had been, they looked..predatory.

Y/N managed to weasel not just a nurse note for himself but after complaining that he was dizzy and lightheaded the coach wrote Steve one too. As they showered Y/N told Harrington what billy had said and explained that it was why he wanted to avoid the inevitable conflict for as long as possible.

“So what? You bruised the guy’s obviously huge ego. He isn’t going to actually kill you.” Steve commented as he shampooed his mass of sweaty hair.

“You didn’t see his eyes Steve..”

“Y/N. If I let every little death stare effect me do you think I would hang out with you? You look scary as hell all the time.” We don’t hang out..not anymore.

“Whatever. You got me into this so take some accountability.” Y/N rinsed the soap off of himself before cutting the faucet off and walking to the wall that the white towels hung lined up on hooks, drying himself off as quick as possible.

“I said ghost him! Not tussle with him on the floor!” Steve hollered, eyes closed to keep the soap from running into them being unaware of where Y/N was in the room. Either way it echoed loudly in the tile covered room and Y/N held his damp head, debating on actually going to the nurse to get a couple Tylenol or get the cigarette he was craving in while the majority of students and staff were busying themselves in the lunch room.

“Just..hurry up…”

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Slinging his books into his locker next to Nancy’s as Steve filled her in on why he was limping slightly when she caught them in the hallway. Why he wasn’t at lunch, she chastised him for not forcing you to both the nurses and the front office.

“You’ve got to be kidding me Steve!” She lowered her voice a bit before continuing. “Death threats aren’t a joke..”

Steve held up his hands in a shrug. “You try to make him do something, it happened to him after all.”

“Yeah, because of you.” Y/N mumbled as they started to walk through the hall together towards their destination of the student parking lot, as soon as they cleared the doors Y/N dug his cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and lit one causing Steve to hold his nose and wave his hand through the billowing smoke.

“Say something Harrington. I dare you.”

Steve just sped up a head of you and Nancy and pointed at him, “See, scary!”

Y/N looked from Steve’s red car over towards the blue Camaro still parked where it had been and he felt his heart race quicken as Steve reached the car way before them, opening the passengers door in advance for Nancy as a gentlemanly gesture that made her smile sweetly. Steve was an idiot, maybe. But he was her idiot.

Just as Nancy reached the open door and readied herself to get in Y/N yelped, the cigarette in his mouth falling onto his collarbone and tumbling down after leaving its mark as Hargrove had a fist full of his hair, pulling his head back as he pressed against the back of him. “You two hiding from me? Where’d that energy from the game go?” He smiled as he peered down at Y/N and then at Steve and Nancy.

“Let him go!”

“Or what?” Billy replied to Nancy as she took a step forward. “So I was right huh? Y’all are all a ‘thing’?” Nancy scrunched up her face in confusion and went to take another step forward but Steve’s outstretched arm prevented her.

“Look man, I’m sorry for earlier. It wa—“

“H-ha..Steve just shut up and go, okay?” Y/N couldn’t look at them with Billy roughing yanking his back every time he tried to straighten back up but he could imagine the dumbfounded look Steve had on his face.

“Um, no?”

“Listen to your boy toy Harrington, the lady isn’t going to want to see this.” He rested his head against yours as he spoke and you could smell his cologne wafting off his denim jacket. A few students had stopped on their way to their cars to spectate and Steve looked around at them nervously. He couldn’t fight him, not in front of all these people. Not in front of Nancy. He couldn’t lose in front of her.

“My dad is a fucking cop and I’d you don’t think I’ll have him at your house so quick you’re dead wrong!” Nancy shouted at him, shoving Steve’s arm out of her way. Glaring him down as she threw her bluff his way.

Billy swayed slightly as if thinking what she said over before sliding his arm around the front of the man he was holding to loop his arm around his neck, planning to choke him out.

“I’m not..scared of you…”

Billy loosened his grip slightly and looked down at Y/N who had his eyes closed, he hadn’t even raised his hands up to try and get Billy off of him. “What’d you say?”

“I said—I’m not scared of you Billy..” Y/N tried to speak but occasionally the man would tense up around his throat and he’d have to croak the words out, that was until Billy scoffed and released him before using both hands to shove him as hard as he could into Steve’s car causing a tiny dent in the side of it.

“You should be.”

Y/N stayed down on the ground after lifting himself up slightly, holding sore his neck. “Well I’m not!”

Billy turned to walk away, intent on leaving Maxine there if he didn’t show in the next minute or so. “I feel bad for you!” That stopped him. His breathing quickened as he spun back around and looked on enraged as Nancy helped Y/N off of the ground.

“I feel really, really bad for you Billy. Seriously, get help…” Before they gave Billy enough time to decide to charge back over Y/N climbed in the backseat and Nancy took her spot in the passengers side as Steve scrambled to get in the car and drive away, truly the most shaken up out of the three of them.

“That guy is fucking crazy..And you!” He looked over at Nancy as he pulled out of the parking lot before getting his eyes back on the road. “Your dad isn’t a cop!”

Nancy simply shrugged and looked out the window at the denim clad, blonde man still standing in the lot where they left him.

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Flightless Bird | eight | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.

series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)

Two days later, Jose was preparing to go to a small second hand baby boutique she read about online. She was already half way through the pregnancy and needed to at least start trying to buy things. Her heart still ached, and anytime she left the house she would take the long way out of the neighborhood so she didn’t have to drive by Bradley’s house or the park.

Jake often rode to the base with Natasha, so Jose could have the car. She often tried to convince him that she didn’t need it and could always get an Uber, but Jake also knew how much she enjoyed her freedom.

She made her way to the little boutique and started browsing around. Truthfully, she didn’t know what she needed to buy. A crib, definitely, a car seat, bottles and some clothes. But what kind of clothes? She didn’t even know if it was a girl or a boy yet, and she didn’t want to be a mom that dressed her child in boring browns and grays to be trendy.

So instead, she just continued to browse. She looked at several cribs, but couldn’t even think straight enough to really try to make decisions on them. How would her situation change in a couple of months? Jake’s house was only a two bedroom, was there really room for her and a baby? Before too long she’d have to find a proper job and get a place of her own. But she didn’t have any qualifications. Nothing more than a high school education and two years of college. How was she supposed to support her baby?

The divorce was not going as well as she hoped. Michael was putting up a fight, for reasons she couldn’t understand. He made it clear that he didn’t want her, not now that she was pregnant. Yet, he kept making things more and more difficult for her at every turn. She didn’t want his money, not really, although it would certainly help. She didn’t want him to have any right to the child that he didn’t even want, yet he didn’t want to give up the rights because that's exactly what she wanted from him.

Jose slowly flipped through the various items of clothing, not able to feel a connection to any of them. Somehow, despite everything, it still didn’t feel real. She didn’t have any baggy clothing on today, instead opting for a little more form fitting shirt. She could see her little bump now, as could anyone else. Jose could even feel the little flutters now, although she was never really sure if it was the baby or just her imagination.

Her fingers grazed a butter soft leather, instantly making her stop. She couldn’t help the soft smile at the sight of a familiar soft brown leather with a soft fur like collar. There was more than one size, all of them with a little American flag stitched into the inner lining.

Suddenly, she could see it. A little boy, or girl, running around the yard with their little jacket while Jake chased them. Or playing with the toy airplanes they were sure to get during their lifetime. Even if Jose didn’t want her kid anywhere near the military, because the thought of them one day joining up was enough to make her heart stop, they would grow up around some of the best men and women.

Josephine didn’t think twice when she grabbed three different sizes, enough to carry through to the toddler years, and made her way up to the counter. Her heart seemed to swirl. She was buying baby clothes. Just three little jackets, but somehow she already knew they would be the most important pieces of clothing.

Bradley was leaning against the back of his Bronco when Jose pulled into Jake’s driveway. She tried to ignore him. Truthfully, she didn’t think she was ready to talk to him again. Not after the way he acted. Especially not after how he made her feel.

She felt the little flutters again, which seemed to be getting a little stronger and stronger every day. She let out an almost aggravated sigh and put a hand on her stomach, looking down at it.

“Stop that,” She warned, “I love you, more than my own life, but you are not helping. He isn’t good for us.”

As if to answer her, there was another round of flutters. Jose groaned and dropped her head back onto the headrest on her seat. It seemed that the baby didn’t really care. Or was just trying to stir up trouble already. Either way, the baby in combination of the small bag of clothes in the passenger seat and the way her hormones were making her feel, Jose was in for trouble. Because Bradley just looked too good, even if he was an asshole.

“You’re trying to get me into trouble,” She swore, “Which if I get into trouble, you know that means you do too, right? I know you’re too little to understand, but he hurt us. Okay? So stop moving around like you’re excited that he’s looking this way, please.”

Another round of flutters was all she got in way of a reply, “Fine, but this is your fault. Okay? I’m blaming you.”

Frustrated with herself, and the little baby seeming to cause trouble already, Jose got out of the car and made her way across the street. Bradley didn’t move, almost like he was scared to. Truthfully, he didn’t know if Jose was coming over here to beat him or not. He thought that if he moved he would either set her off, or scare her away.

She stopped once she was within a few feet of him, her hands were on her hips. For the first time Bradley could clearly see her small bump. He tried not to focus too much on it, the last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable, but he couldn’t believe that he hadn’t noticed it sooner. She was obviously pregnant, surely he should’ve seen the way she always tried to hide behind loose clothing.

“What are you doing, Rooster?”

He swallowed hard at the sound of his callsign. She didn’t like to use it, not unless she was making a joke of it. She always used his first name, and he loved that about her. Aside from Maverick, she was the only one that used his name regularly.

He took a deep breath before reaching into the open window of his truck and pulled out a little bag, “I have something for you.”

She crossed her arms over her stomach, “I don’t want anything from you. I don’t want anything to do with you. Not after the way you-”

“Can you please open it before you start yelling at me. I know I deserve it. I deserve for you to have Hangman beat me up or run me over with that big ass pickup truck of his. I know that I fucked up…but please, Josephine. Just open it.”

She huffed before snatching the bag from his hands. She pushed the tissue paper aside and grabbed the object inside. Her brows furrowed at the feeling of soft, well worn, fabric. She was met with the sight of an old well loved blanket. She looked up at Bradley, more confused than she was before she walked over here.

“It’s a baby blanket.”

He nodded gently, “It was mine. I still have a few things from when I was a kid and I-” He stopped and cleared his throat, “I understand if you don’t want it…but I just thought I’d try.”

She shook her head, not even realizing that she dropped the bag and was now only holding onto the little blanket. It was so soft with almost threadbare corners. Light yellow, not at all something she expected Bradley to have as a child. But somehow she just knew it was his.

“This was yours?” She looked up at him, eyes wide and starting to brim with tears.

“Yeah, it was,” He replied softly, still not moving.

She shook her head, tears now falling down her cheeks, “I don’t understand. I thought…I thought.”

“Jose, I was never mad at you,” He promised, “I don’t know what I was, but I wasn’t mad at you. I’ve never been mad at you.”

“You’re giving me your baby blanket?”

He nodded again, “I’d try to give you the sun and moon, if you wanted. No matter how many times I say it, sorry won’t be enough. I know that, trust me Jose, I know. I fucked up, and I hurt you, and I lost your trust. But I want to work and try to get it all back, I know I probably won’t. But, God, I want to try.”

She surged forward, wrapping his arms around his middle. Bradley staggered back a few steps before finding his footing again. He held onto her tightly, afraid it would still be the last time he would be able to hold her like this. She was still in his arms, squeezing him tightly for a moment before letting go.

“I don’t know if I can take this,” She admitted, looking at the blanket again, “It’s yours, don’t you want to save it?”

He smiled almost fondly at her, “According to my mom, it’s the very first thing my dad ever bought for me. It wasn’t long after she told him she was pregnant, and long before they knew who I’d be. That thing saw a lot of love when I was little. I carried it everywhere with me for a time,” He explained, “I know you don’t have a relationship with your mom, so I kind of figured you wouldn’t be able to pass anything down. I guess I just wanted to make sure that was well loved and held into. But, like I said, I understand if you don’t want it.”

“You want them to have something-” Tears started falling faster as Jose got a little choked up, “You want them to have something loved? I thought you didn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore because of this.”

He moved forward, putting his hands gently on her shoulders, “No, no. Please don’t mistake that for me not wanting to be around you,” He brushed away a few tears on her cheek, “I want to see you become an amazing mother. I want to be in your life, both of your lives, if you’ll let me. I’m a stupid ass, but I care about you, Jose. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to prove that, I swear.”

A few hours later when Jake finally got back home, he found Jose on the couch still holding onto the little blanket. She didn’t even seem to realize that he was home. Jake was going to just let her be, until he saw the little bag of baby clothes on the counter. He didn’t even know she was to the point where she was comfortable buying things for her baby.

“What do you have there?” Jake asked, leaning over the back of the couch.

“It was Bradley’s,” She replied softly.

“Almost thought you said it was Bradshaw’s for a second,” Jake joked.

“I did, he um.. Well, we talked and he gave me this, said he wanted the little one to have something that was loved and handed down. Apparently his dad got it for him before he was born.”

Jake took a deep breath before making his way around the couch so he could sit down next to Jose. He took note of the way she wasn’t crying, nor did she seem mad, which was a plus. He didn’t know what to expect when it came to her and Bradley now. Hell, Jake didn’t think Bradley would’ve gone anywhere near Jose just yet. But it seemed like for once, Jake was wrong.

“Are you okay?” He asked carefully.

“I’m trying to figure that out,” Jose sighed, dropping the blanket to her lap, “I realized he didn’t mean to say what he did. It wasn’t like Michael, who really did mean to hurt me. But that still doesn’t change that Bradley said all of those things.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Jake said honestly, “But that doesn’t mean that it can't change how you feel about him.”

She shook her head, chewing on her lip, “I keep thinking that if my mom was in this situation, she would be selfish and throw herself at his feet, even if she knew he would be bad for her and me. I don’t want to do that. I need to put this baby first, right? Even if I could really like him, he proved that he isn’t good for me, right?”

Jake took a deep breath and tried to think of a reply. What would his mother or either of his sisters say in a situation like this? They always seemed to give the best advice, especially when it came to Jose. The three of them understood her better than anyone else when she was a teenager.

“Okay, I’m going to let you in on a little secret, okay? It doesn’t have to be one or the other,” He told her honestly, “You don’t have to be all alone so you won’t be like your mother, and being with anyone, especially Bradley, won’t turn you into her. I’ve told you before Jose, the fact that you’re making an effort to be better than her is exactly what already makes you better. You’re sitting here, saying that you’re willing to give up your own happiness so your child can have a better life than you did, don’t you see how that makes you better?”

“I’m scared that if I let myself go there with him, then I’ll just turn into her. And maybe I won’t even realize that I am.”

Jake could almost feel his heart breaking. He knew what she went through as a child. He also knew that she could never be like her mother, her heart was too big for it to ever be a possibility. Especially with the way she was already so worried about the life she could give her baby. Jake just wished Jose could understand the kind of person she was. He wished she could see herself the way he did.

“Even if that was even a possibility, which it isn’t, I wouldn’t let that happen, Jose. I’m here to take care of both of you, remember? It’s my job to make sure both of you are happy and healthy, and loved. Even if that means Bradley.”

“But he-”

Jake smiled softly, “Do you know how big of a deal it is that he gave you that?”

She shook her head.

“His dad died when he was four, and his mom died not long before he graduated high school. Maverick was the only person he had, but even then the two of them didn’t speak until we were all recalled here. He doesn’t talk about his family much, but from what Phoenix knows, he doesn’t have a lot from his dad anymore. Aside from all of those damn Hawaiian shirts he wears all of the time,” Jake explained, “He gave you…gave your baby, one of the few things he has that came from his father.”

He wanted to tell her that it meant Bradley was definitely in love with her. No way Bradshaw would part with something like that if he didn’t. Instead, Jake just sat silently as she worked through all of the information.

“He lost his parents?” She questioned, eyes tearing up again.

“His dad died here, during a training exercise, and his mom had cancer. Look, he doesn't always know what to do with his emotions, I know he’s been to therapy before for it all. But I need you to understand, when I said he’s a good guy, I did mean it. He’s probably the best out of all of us, and that blanket right there just proves that he cares about you. So, the ball is in your court now, you get to decide what the next step is.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” She admitted.

“What do you want to do?”

“Exactly what I promised I wouldn’t.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “Well, maybe it’s time you break that promise, Little Jo. You have a whole village behind you, if you need us. I actually happen to think, for reasons unknown, that you two would be good for each other.”

“But it’s not just me, Jake, remember?”

He let out a little laugh, “Right, sorry little tyke, I think you three would be good for each other.”

“You’re meant to be telling me to stay the hell away from him,” Jose reminded Jake.

“Yeah, maybe, but I like the way he makes you smile. So, I think I’m willing to overlook some things,” He shrugged, “You have your appointment in a few days, how are you feeling?”

She let out a deep breath, “I’m scared shitless. I don’t know how to be a mother, but I sure as hell don’t know the first thing about raising a boy. Having a girl is terrifying, but having a boy scares me too.”

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be amazing either way,” Jake promised, “Besides, you have all of us here to help you. You aren’t alone, remember?”

She nodded, “I’m lucky to have you.”

He leaned over to kiss the top of her head before rubbing her little bump for a moment, “Darlin’, I’m just glad you came here. I’m glad I could give you two a safe place, and a family to lean on.”

Jose couldn’t help but smile because Jake was her family. Him and Phoenix were more of a family to her than her mother ever was. Natasha could have hated the fact that Jake’s pregnant high school girlfriend was living under his roof, but instead she welcomed her with open arms and loved her like a sister. The two of them made her feel safer than she thought was possible given the situation. For that, she would never be able to thank them enough.

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existedwithoutyourpermission · 8 months

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House of Chaos

just a random thing im writing since i was bored. reader is a tween in this!! ( 11 ) eventually will start growing up hehe :)

WARNINGS; Profanity (very few), mentions of bruises, mentions of blood, a knife is involved in this which hurts reader (a murderer is to the rescue!), mentions of scars.

╰┈➤ ❝ 3,2,1! ❞

As the bell rang, your class all stood up and so did you. Everyone fixed the chairs, put things back into their bags, and some of the cleaners this Friday went to get the brooms and vice versa.

You untied your forest green jacket on your waist and put it back on. Your items were already in your bag, so you didn't really have anything else to do. "Friday cleaners, NO LEAVING!" Your teacher stated as she caught the rest of them by the door just about to leave. You pass by her, and wave at her. And... they pass by. Paul and Brian, they are bullies from this school- which makes sense since there are always gonna be bullies in every school ever in the world. Brian is a brunet, with their blonde minion Paul. These idiots are the bane of everybody's existence in this school.

Paul grabbed the collar of your white blouse and dragged you along with them. Brian was at the side of Paul, their blue eyes like the ocean, stared at you.

Eventually ending at the back of school, they let you go and push you to the wall and you take your bag off and throwing it the nearest bench you saw. You rolled up the sleeves of your jacket and started fighting with them. It was the third time this week, you were starting to get annoyed. (The bruises and scars you get are getting a bit too much as well.)

.............

You kicked Paul's knee and kicked Brian in the crotch. Taking a run for it- you grab your bag, wearing it and quickly running. You were trying to fight back, but you of course could not do so without gaining bruises and scars. Brian also seemed to try and fight you with a pocket knife they somehow had in their pocket which resulted you with some slashes on your arms.

As you headed on over to the bike racks and grab your cream colored bike, you unrolled the sleeves of your jacket down. You ride on it and bike all the way to your house fast as you could.

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You stop near your house and grab the keys from your bag. You quickly get off and open the door with your keys. You put the keys back in your bag while kicking the door open.

"Hey! how was your school?" Stu (Who seemed to appear out of the ordinary always at some point. But you're already living with a bunch of crazy people so what do you expect?) leaned on the door frame. You turned to him, and he noticed your face. "Did you get into a fight again?" Stu laughed, "Well, its quite obvious. Does it look like someone would look like this if they had a accident on a bike?" You joked. Hannibal walked into the living room and sighed. You two stared at him, "Well? What are you looking at me for? Come on." He said, agitation clear in his voice. You ran to him and followed. On the way, you asked him where the others are, "Some of them are in the kitchen, the rest, well.. I am.. unsure." You sighed and finally arrived at the kitchen.

"Sit down." Hannibal said. You sat at the long table as others were chit-chatting or eating, playing games.. with 'Riddler'- or- Edward, talking with Jonathan next to you. They lived in the same city but had never known about each other and only considered that what you said about them being possibly in alternate universes a real thing. Edward tilted his head to look at your ruined face. Jonathan noticed this and turned his head. They examined your face with only their eyes. Hannibal sits on the other free chair next to you and grabbed your chin, making you face him as he started to treat the scars.

"Take that jacket off as well...." Sighed Hannibal. You took the jacket off, as said to do so. Your arm is revealed to have scratches, more bruises and have a bit of blood and slashes from Brian's knife. He simply sighed as you hissed and cursed under your breath. "You are going to need switch schools if this keeps happening and if those two keep doing this." Jonathan added and snickered. You giggled a bit but abruptly stopped and hissed once more as you felt Hannibal going back to treating your wounds.

It took a while to finish but its done anyway. You are happy because its actually Friday (Which meant free time!). You are just on your bed watching tv and eating sunny side up eggs with rice in a cute little Kirby bowl you had found whilst going outside with Stu for shopping one time.

You heard a knock on your door and put your bowl down on the bed sheets and hurried on over to the door and opened it. "YN, Get dressed, we're going to the mall. I mean- that is if you want to- of course." Billy said. "Sure, why not?" You smiled at the guy who was friends with Stu. He patted your head and said goodbye as he went to what you assume was probably to his room.

You quickly finished your food, and when you finished, you had turned the tv off and unplugged and hurried over to your epic walk-in wardrobe.

You decided to wear a blouse that was black and had little space designs, and beige colored slacks. You wanted to pair it with the dark navy blue coat you had, so you threw that on. You wore white socks and slipped on your loafers that was completely black.

You snatch a VS Bombshell perfume from your drawer and sprayed it on yourself. It smelt amazing. You put the perfume back in the drawer and walk out of the wardrobe and out your room.

Heading into the living room, some of them had already changed and chatted while some haven't which you were sure they did not want to go. You spotted the troubled teen guy Donnie (this is jake gyllenhaal donnie). Donnie wore your grey headphones he had borrowed from you and you decided to sit next to the guy 5 years older than you. He noticed you and took the headphones off. "Oh, hi! You look great. You going with us?" He asked and you nodded. He wore a simple dark grey turtleneck sweater with white slacks, wearing black oxford shoes. "Let me guess, Hannibal?" You both chuckled and he shook his head. "Nope, tried doing it myself this time, I think I did good."

You and the others went out and all of you couldn't fit in one whole car of course, so all of you guys of course split in different cars (with some of the others biking or other ways of transportation) . You were with John in his Mustang. He was a hitman. Former, but had been forced back to it. But this is another universe, he had stopped, a fresh start. You breathed on the window and drew random things on it. Eventually, you guys ended up in traffic, and saw some familiar cars and realized some of them belong to the others. There was a Bentley pulling up next to you both and recognized the man driving the car. "Oh, John. Look- its Hanni." John turned to see him. You were waving at him and he waved back, Jonathan was next to Hannibal, with Donnie and Billy at the back and you waved at them as well. They waved back. They looked away from you and you just sunk in the seat. Your gaze wandered to John.

You felt a bit sleepy so you decided to nap for a bit. "John?" He turned to you, "I'm just gonna go to sleep..." He smiled and nodded, patting your head. He was a man of few words. Smiling at him, you stretched and yawned, fixing your posture to a more comfortable one. Your eyes started to feel heavy and that was it.

You got woken up by shaking from a large hand of a adult, "Hey, kid, wake up." You blinked a few times and you saw John. "Have we already arrived?" John nods and you rub your eyes and stepped out.

You stretched and yawned. You felt a rush of electric energy strike your sleepy trance out of you. You walked over to John and happily follow him to the entrance inside the mall. "Where do we meet up again?" You asked John "Uh-... It was the arcade." He answered. You nodded and you both went to find the arcade and saw the others nearby the entrance of the arcade. "Oh- There they are!" Stu said pointing at you two as you walked closer to them.

You jumped up in excitement seeing Mike, Eleven, Lucas, Max, Dustin, Erica, and the teens of Hawkins. (Jonathan, Steve, Nancy...)

You chat with them as the other adults talk.

They all split. John was with you, Mike, El, Lucas, Max, Dustin, and Erica. All of you stayed at the arcade. Erica did play some of the games but usually kept throwing insults at us whilst we played.

You were playing Mario Kart (quite obviously, it is the GP version) with John trying it out as well with the other Mario Kart to your left.

"AND I WIN!" You cheered, not caring, since the arcade was already loud itself. You got first place and so did John. Somehow, Hannibal ended up being behind you, but you hadn't known. So when you stood up to look at John, he scared the living crap out of your soul. Hannibal simply laughed. "You didn't realize he was here?" John chuckled and stood up.

"Of course not!" You replied back. You turned back to the Mario game.

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