#so what am i gonna do? read more fics and cry while i watch my grades spiral downward
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the fic u wrote called “use me” WAS SO GOOD OMG. you should write smth where chris is sub and the reader overstimulates him (like he cums like 6 times & he's crying & has to use there safe word) it’s kind of a similar request to the one u already did but idk maybe u could creative w it and do other stuff then like just head and riding. this is so aggressive but idc im a SLUT for sub chris & overstimulation.
pepsi
dwb! chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: ummm this is straight filth so don’t read if you don’t want to , oral (male receiving), p in v, overstimulation, use of vibrator , use of wrist tie, use of safe word
dwb! chris masterlist
thanks for the request !! hope you like <333
I LOVE SUB CHRIS I LOVE SUB CHRIS I LOVE SUB CHRIS !!
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“you’re so needy tonight, baby” i said to chris, who kept rubbing his bulge against me.
“really need you to fuck the shit out of me ma” he said as planted kisses down his chest.
“you sure ? cause if you want, i can get that bitch whose hands are always on you” i said in a firm, annoyed tone.
“she’s just a customer princess, no one fucks me like you do”
“i know” i said, looking meeting his lust-filled gaze.
eagerly, we quickly helped each other out of our clothes.
“wanna try something new?” i asked, remembering that i had received a new toy in the mail earlier.
“always, baby” with that, i reached into my nightstand grabbing a vibrator and a wrist tie.
when he saw this, his eyes widened. “am i tying you up baby?” he asked.
“nope, i’m tying you up. unless you don’t want me to?”
“of course i do baby, love when you take control” with that i tied his hands together, behind his back.
“you know your safeword?” “pepsi”
“perfect, baby” i said as i gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“are you using the vibrator on yourself ma?” he asked, eagerly. i switched it on.
“nope” i said as i placed it on his tip, making him buck his hips in surprise.
“holy shit ma, fuck fuck fuck” oh he’s in for a long night.
“feel good, chris?” i asked as i moved my face closer to his dick.
“yea ma, holy fuck”
i licked a stripe up his member, watching him squirm.
“jesus baby”
“hmmm you think anyone else can make you feel this good?”
he was feeling so much pleasure, all he could get out was strangled moans.
i grabbed his dick and squeezed the base of it, never moving the vibrator from his tip.
“shit yes!” his eyes widened. “i mean no! no! no one makes me feel like you! oh my gosh”
chris was never usually this vocal, so i was eating this up.
“hmm chris, what’s wrong? can’t even think straight huh?” i asked teasingly.
i took his balls in my mouth, now moving the vibrator up and down his shaft.
“m-ma, if you keep doing that i’m gonna cum”
i briefly paused to answer, “good” and went back to work on his dick.
his hips started to sputter, and he shot out thick white ropes of cum.
without a moment of hesitation, i liked him clean.
“holy shit baby” he said, breathing heavily.
i switched the vibrator off, setting it aside and moving my face back to his cock.
i swirled my tongue around his dick, making him buck his hips up and accidentally pushing himself to the back of my throat.
“baby, baby i’m so sens-“ he cut himself off with a moan as i continued to deepthroat him.
i reached down with my free hand, and played with my clit.
his groans turned into whimpers as i began to moan against him.
“feels so, fuck,so g-good baby”
i moaned in response to his praise, and he fell over the edge again.
i gave him a chance to recover, running my hands up his thighs soothingly and leaving kisses on his abs.
“gonna ride you now” i said moving my legs on either side of him, straddling him.
i didn’t wait for a response as i lined him up with my hole and slowly lowered myself onto him.
“mmmmmm” he whined. i watched as his arms flexed while he tried to fight against his restraint.
i waited a few seconds, and started to move in circular motions loving the way his dick pressed against my walls.
“mmm hm hmmm” more whines, before i started to bounce on his dick.
“ughhhhhh chris you feel so fucking good” i said feeling his dick deep inside of me.
he didn’t last long, already pretty sensitive from his previous orgasms.
“mmmmm- cumming cumming” he whined out as he released inside me. i kept going, determined to finish.
he continued to whine and whimper, while i fucked myself on his cock. his head was thrown back, overtaken with pleasure.
“c’mon chris, know you can make it baby” i said. i was so close to my orgasm.
“fuck chris, i’m cumming baby” i said. shortly after, i released on his cock.
my own release seemed to trigger another from him, taking us both by surprise as he let out a deep moan.
“tell me baby, does anyone else make you cum this much?” he didn’t answer.
he was in a blissed out state, eyes glazed over with lust, his hair sticking to his forehead, and a thin layer of sweat covered his skin.
i grabbed the vibrator, turning it on quickly and placing it where his dick and my pussy met.
“i asked you a god damn question chris”
“no no no no, no one, fuck, no one else. no one else”
the vibrator was hitting my clit perfectly, and i started to rock my body into it.
“shit chris”
chris’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as tears started to fall from his eyes.
“too much, too much baby”
i started to bounce again as i kept the vibrator against my clit, getting closer and closer to another orgasm.
i clenched around him as i released all over his cock again. i then lifted myself off of him and began to jerk him off to help him finish.
his hips twitched violently and i watched him squirm as he got closer and closer.
then, finally, strings of cum shot out of his dick. the more i pumped, the more cum flew out. i was milking him dry.
“OK OK! PEPSI PEPSI!” he yelled.
immediately, i let go of him and untied his wrists.
“shit baby, are you ok?” i asked, becoming concerned.
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry chris”
he then cupped my face. “it’s ok baby, no need to apologize. that was hot as fuck, i just didn’t know if you were ever gonna stop”
“i don’t know if i was either, honestly” we both laughed.
i gave him a kiss to the forehead, “i’m gonna go run you a bath, baby” i said.
“thanks ma”
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…….heyyyy
idek what to say.
i need holy water.
can you tell i love sub! chris ?
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Buddie Fic Recs
This is the three round of recs and again these are all so so good so please read them all if you haven't and send the authors some love xx
REMINDER TO CHECK THE TAGS AND TRIGGER WARNINGS
A hotel room in Portland (the place is not important) by justhockey | Not Rated | 8k words
Buck and Eddie travel to Portland for a wedding. I love a bottle scenario and this one is so good and also has the only one bed trope so obviously, that's even better. This fic is so wonderful <3
Presumed Dead by @inkinmyheartandonthepage | G | 4k words
Oh, this fic is just the perfect little package! Buck goes on a hike and when he stops at a gas station on his way home someone steals his jeep leaving him stranded with no way to contact anyone, in the meantime the dude whole stole the jeep crashes and when the 118 arrives on the scene the body is too burnt to ID and they assume that it’s Buck. Delicious!
sometime after midnight by @gayhoediaz | G | 2.5k words
Buck and Eddie finally talk about the *Couch* of it all while I am sobbing in the corner…enough said. Honestly, though this fic is so wonderful and the whole thing takes place over a phonecall too, which is just *chefs kiss*.
My Type On Paper by earthstar (startrex) | T | 7.9k words
BUCK GOES ON LOVE ISLAND AND EDDIE COPES…….sorta. This fic is maximum pining, maximum adorable, hilarious, buck being a genuinely lovely human being and me just trying to survive. Highly, highly recommend reading this if you haven't!
Color Him Father, Color Him Love by @elvensorceress | G | 3k words
Once again Jenwyn left me breathless and sobbing with this incredible fic. Basically, Connor and Cameron have the baby and when Buck meets the baby the moment is not anything like he thought it would be and he has a whole realisation about what he is to Christopher and to Eddie and it is emotional and heartfelt and I’m gonna cry again just thinking about it!
still by @gayhoediaz | T | 9k words
The suspense of this one kills me! Once again Nie has done an incredible job of pulling on all your heartstrings as Eddie STANDS ON A BOMB and pretty much waits for it to either be defused or for it to blow him up.
open up my eyes (tell me i'm alive) by @rogerzsteven | G | 5k words
This right here is PEAK nightmare hurt/comfort and i beg of you please please read it. Simi’s writing destroys me every time but this fic in particular has that bit of pizzazz that just makes me arghhhhhh. Buck is having trouble sleeping post-coma and Eddie offers to stay with him so that he can tell that he’s in the real world and not his coma dream and my god it's so good. Also special Dad appearance by Bobby!
Like the ebbing of the tide by @starlingbite | G | 5k words
This is an incredible fic that deals with Buck’s emotions around the tsunami on the five-year anniversary of the event and wow damn. Also, there is an incredible embedded edit by @skyhighrollins911!
When I watch the world burn, all I think about is you by theleftboobgrabber | E | 34k words
I am an absolute sucker for a Pacific Rim AU and come on we can all agree that Buck and Eddie are the most drift-compatible mofos to ever walk the earth. This fic is so so good (a good bit spicy too) and i just adore it!
rest your weary head by @eddiediazes | T | 2k words
I am also a sucker for physical touch and comfort and this beautiful little fic delivers everything I could ever hope for. It’s a post 6x12 missing scene and Eddie comforts Buck in the kitchen and then asks if he wants to stay the night (well more like tells Buck he has to stay and he has no choice) and it's just all kinds of fluffy perfections.
If you do read any of these, please show the authors some love. Leave kudos, comments, stalk their tumblrs etc. Wishing you all a wonderful rest of your week!
Love, Meegs xxxx
#buddie#buddie fic#buddie fic recs#buddie rec list#911 fox#eddie diaz#evan ‘buck’ buckley#christopher diaz#911 buddie#eddie x buck#buck x eddie#911 fic#911 fic recs#meegs says stuff#buddie ao3#911 ao3#buddie recs list 3#meegs rec list
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okay, so i've been doing some thinking. i've been scrolling through your blog and i stepped upon these "cheating on cove with Baxter and the other way around" scenarios. (i'm sorry, i wasn't able to read them, my heart couldn't take it ;-;) but!
what if mc was like, in a normal relationship with Baxter. you know, a couple, maybe married later and stuff, while of course still being besties with Cove. later mc and Baxter have a kid together, maybe still a small baby but! plot twist! Baxter gets into an accident or something and dies. (i'm sorry, he's my favourite man but i had to kill him for that scenario:'))
mc is completely devastated and also a little panicked, because what about the baby? and then Cove stepps in, deciding to help his best friend take care of the little one and basically becomes its father. i recently watched a video of a dog "helping" a cat take care of her kittens, and there you have it.
this one may be boring, so feel free to ignore, but i can't stop thinking about it.
ITS OK<333 I figured some ppl didn't read it bc angst n pain</3 trust me I skip over angst all the time
(I even have the tag blocked😬 sorry angst writers but I will read it and not be the same for months, I read a kiribaku angst fic years ago, and was devesated for 4 months afterwards LMAO)
okay i... I cannot expand too much on this bc OUCH
(eta now that I've finished. who am I fooling? I rlly said that like I haven't wrote a whole novel 💀 anyway <3 this clearly made me pop off more than I thought I would bc I read this at first n was devastated!!! I had no words!!!! well clearly I found them LOL)
ALSO BORING??? ANON PLEASE.. BORING WHERE<///3
n im gonna fix the format later but for now here is the bare minimum. I'm going to bed rn so nini everyone enjoy a bit of angst I promise its fluffy as well<333
tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
p/n = parental name, since I wanted to leave flexibility for all the readers here <3
but anyway yeah cove would so step up for you
will follow you to the end of the earth and do whatever you need to help you work through this and to adapt to this sudden and unfortunate change
if/when your relationship starts becoming something romantic, cove would absolutely put the brakes on everything and you'd go so slow...
I imagine he'd probably move in with you or you with him, and he'd stay somewhere else (if you're living in his house he will leave anyway, he's a gentleman like that fr) so that way you can figure out if it's not just bc he's doing all these things n you're mistaking admiration for love
you'd spend the first year going super slow, as if you've never known each other before
which technically you haven't, since you've never dated before. but cove would go so far as to find out your favorite color, song, animal, food.. all over again, even though he has it memorized and knows your likes better than his own.
once cove is sure you're ready for this (after much talk between the two of you and even with your therapist that yes you've made enough progress and are emotionally ready for this) does he finally put a label on it
now if you get married...
I imagine cove won't propose at all
like I think you'd have to talk n almost beg him...
in that case he would do a small but grande gesture to propose. or he'd propose to you before you've even left the bed for the day... no inbetween
but like 8 times outta 10, you're gonna have to propose to him
he'd cry and hug you n say yes of course.
and unless you want to keep this outta your wedding, I think cove would include baxter in your wedding.
first, ofc you'd have the picture to honor his memory
but I think he'd even go so far as to have smth in his vows. but to start, he'd say smth like:
"I know the reason we became closer was unfortunate, but I'm so happy to be able to call you and [Child] my family. and I hope I can be a good father and husband"
and "baxter will always have a place in our hearts. even though he and I didn't get along at first (watery chuckle)... I'm glad he got to love you, and I hope he trusts me to love and cherish you the same way as well.."
also if you don't want to give up your wedding ring from baxter, I think cove would even go so far as to suggest combining it with his.
!!! omg I was gonna say your and baxter's wedding bands would be black, but I have another idea
okay now, for YOUR bands, I imagine they're either black or silver and yk those infinity(?) bands? that has the 2 types of metal or whatever
that's what cove would suggest doing. and if you are worried abt people asking why your bands are different, he'd get the same twisted band but silver with say a black diamond or smth. just smth to make it look like it's intentionally different colors but same design or smth
(im overthinking a bit but it's an idea right?! I'm not crazy??<////3)
or if you don't wanna do that, I imagine you can just slip it on a necklace or leave it as is, whatever you want. he wouldn't mind even if you kept wearing it, cove would never ask you to get rid of baxter's image or memory in any way, not unless it was a real problem and your attachment to him/his things was unhealthy anyway.
now for baxter's band... well if you didn't bury it with him, I imagine you'd give it to your child
another thing I think you could do w your wedding band as well, and give them both your bands to do whatever they want with. or if they don't want it of course you're not forcing them to keep it
even though they didn't get to know baxter, the way you and cove still cherish baxter's memory does help them feel something of a connection.
I also imagine baxter would take lots of photo n video w the kid, even though they're young n just a babe, theres so many videos of baxter looking n acting so loving w them
and even a couple where he's teary-eyed n all "imma do you right by you. I love you so much.."
of course, if the kid doesn't feel that connected to baxter since they were too young to know or rmbr anything, and they don't feel anything much other than sympathy and the occasional sting when they see how much baxter loved them, you don't force it.
you both know that baxter was basically a stranger to them and even though they still respect baxter and he has a place in their heart, they don't feel like they're lacking anything.
"I don't really know what to say.. or how to feel... I see how much [P/N] misses you sometimes, and we have pictures of you, and they talk about you and stuff...
but I don't feel like im missing a dad. I hope that doesn't hurt your feelings, I wish I knew you too. sometimes I wish you were still here, so I got to know you as well, even though I'm still happy to have dad cove for my dad.
I just wanna know what you were like. I wanna experience what you were like. I... I wanna miss you like everyone else misses you too...
anyway, just know that dad is great! he takes care of me and [P/N] really well! he makes breakfast in bed, and he does/used to do this thing where he lifts me in the air before bed! he's so cool. I see how he makes [P/N] happy as well, so don't worry. although, [P/N] said you always thought cove was reliable and a good guy so maybe you aren't worrying anyway.
well... that's it I guess. i hope ill get to know you one day, and maybe you can tell me you're glad to see dad took good care of us. goodbye,
baxter."
pa."
cove happily listens to anything they have to say on how they feel abt baxter btw. he accepts any of their feelings, be it that they don't feel anything at all, sympathy for others, or they feel sad abt losing him.
if they do say smth like how even though it's unfortunate and they feel bad for everyone who mourns baxter (for example/especially you), they see cove as their dad and don't feel like they're missing anything and they're happy to have cove for their dad.
ofc he cries n hugs them n tells them he loves em and he's happy n he comforts them if needed of course
I also think cove is very scared abt being a father
especially in this way... even if the kiddo doesn't remember anything, or it's hazy at best, he worries about replacing baxter.
he'd probably worry abt not living up to baxter
baxter was always much more mature, at least it seemed that way most times. cove just worries about if he has the backbone and the ability to parent the child well and be someone they can look up to and/or appreciate for being a good father
cries if they call him dad btw
if they do it before you start dating, I imagine it's one of the catalyst that cause you to talk abt your feelings for each other. or if it's in the early stage..
cove prbly freezes and runs away to the other room n freaks out, definitely cries. if you don't talk to him like right after he calls his dad n cries n shares his worries n fear
either way, when you do talk he's biting his nails n trying not to pace around the room and he's like "if you wanna distance yourselves so that they don't call me dad any more I totally understand, I mean idk it's prbly weird for you-"
n he just rambles. like none of it makes sense n u have to physically shut him up. kiss him, yell, throw a pillow, hit him w the child's stuffed animal, throw a single lego brick at his back and watch him fall to the floor like he just got a nuke thrown at him
if it's later on n theres nothing to worry abt bc youve talked abt this or saw it coming or its just the otherwise most natural step, he cries of course
but he doesn't fall apart from being his in the back w a single fucking Lego as if it hurt 🙄🙄🙄🙄 (I hate this man he's DRAMATIC)
well... actually no he does
hit him, kiss him, hug him, run him over w a hotel wheels truck.... he just cries harder
adopts them like immediately basically
I imagine you do it soon, like maybe before the wedding just so that way you can have a private moment (just to save him some embarrassment from ugly crying in front of your families. in fact he just might faint fr)
n you + the kiddo surprise him w adoption papers (depending on how old the babe is at this point, they have like no idea what's going on but they know that cove is now officially recognized by the whole world (even by the unicorns n wizards n warlocks) as their daddy))
imagine laying in bed w cove n the kid in between you two
and when you wake up, cove is alrdy awake and was watching you two. he was petting the kids wild hair and he had pulled the two of you in and kept you under his arm..
and the sunlight is coming in, the day is just perfect. n the look on cove's face is full of so much love but also a bit somber this time
(cove feels awkward being here like this sometimes. during times like this you have to remind him it's okay, and you pull him back in. of course he does the same for you on those days.)
"I love you two. so much..." he whispers, tears sticking to his lashes
the kid flips over, curling into cove and they stop their sleepy mumbling now that they're tucked into cove's chest, feeling warm, happy, and safe.
you whisper equally as tender. "we were meant to be like this too."
also!! smth I just thought of...
imagine the kid looks mostly/very much like baxter. they act very much like cove's kid
like you would think cove n baxter had a kid together LOL
(if the resemblance is too much, they ask if you're the step parent </3 pls Ik it may not make sm sense but I just think it'd be so fuckin funny)
#olba#our life: beginnings & always#cove holden#cove holden x reader#baxter ward#baxter ward x reader#angst#baxter ward angst#cove holden angst#angst with a happy ending
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Literally don't know if it's my lack of self confidence or anxiety that's giving me intrusive thoughts. I've always wanted to write for BoB but never did. It wasn't ever an issue or anything I just kind of enjoyed the fandom from afar. Since seeing Masters of the Air trailer I've been inspired but underwhelmed by self doubt. I want to make OCs and participate in this fandom when the show airs but feel I will be mocked or critiqued if I don't research the history of the period or get something wrong. I'm not academic. I'm just about the blorbos. But the BoB fandom strikes me as hugely intellectual and the fic is always immaculate and we'll researched even stuff that is made up is feasible because of the research. I feel masters of the air is gonna follow the same pattern and I feel intimidated. I'm stopping before I'm starting. I don't want to enjoy the fandom from afar but I don't want to put the legwork in to make a fic historically accurate. But I don't want people jumping on me for being so ignorant. I don't even know what or where I can get face claims from that era to use. I guess this is a cry for help
Kind Anonymous Friend, you come sit over here by me and let's talk.
First, let's start with one thing - there's no right or wrong way to be in a fandom. Fandoms need readers and observers just as much as they need writers, and just by you being here, and being willing to listen and talk, you are valuable, and you are part of the community. Please do not underestimate that.
Second, that's great that you're feeling inspired! That should be celebrated and held close! Even if you do nothing with that idea, if nothing comes from it, that's still valuable too.
I was like you once; I watched Band of Brothers and I didn't come back to write anything for it for nine years, because just like you I was really intimidated.
Every writer likes something different, and does this work for different reasons. The research part is fun for me, so I do a lot of it. (It's me! I am part of the problem!) I know of plenty of authors who care much more about the emotional feel of the thing and couldn't care less about historical facts. You have to figure out what makes sense for you - and it sounds like you already have. Knowing yourself, and your reason for being here, is a great thing. Hold on to that. That's important.
On the flip side of this, every reader likes something different. I'm sure there are some people who think my approach is total bunk - and that's okay!! And I know that there are people who really don't care for the original character approach; thankfully some of those people are still on speaking terms with me even if they don't necessarily like what I do. Not everyone is going to read everything - what matters is that your people find your fic.
I think if you're open about what your process is, or why you're here, people will be more likely to appreciate what you have to offer, or know that while you're a nice person, they're unlikely to enjoy your story and give others the space to appreciate it in peace. I know that's certainly been the case with me.
I think if anxiety about sharing or being mocked is a big deal for you - and it sounds like it is - maybe sharing some of your ideas in, say, a smaller group of friends could be a good idea. And nothing says you have to be public with your ideas at all. Maybe they're just for you. That's okay, too.
And to your last point regarding face claims - there is no right or wrong way to make an OC. I personally think faceclaims are overrated. Most of my characters don't have them.
I hope this helps. I'm giving you a reassuring back-rub and wishing you good luck -and if you need to DM someone, you know where to find me. I believe in you.
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Emotional Wreck!!(Bonten Mikey x Fem!reader smut)
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Authors Note:this was my first smut ever so I kept procrastinating on this story. I soon forgot about this fic so here it is after 9 months😭
Warnings: cheating, cussing, toxic relationship, Mikey(his emo ass😒), smut, baby trapping, not proof read
Tears gathered in your eyes as you drive home, trying your best not to cry and sob from the sight you just saw. How could he so this to you..to his wife. Was your love not enough to satisfy him or did he just see you as a toy and nothing more.
You are the wife of Manjiro Sano the leader of criminal organization Bonten. You knew he was dangerous..you knew he killed people…you knew he didn’t care about you but that didn’t stop you from loving him and you hated that shit. You pull up to the garage of the mansion Mikey owned. Just coming from the strip club you were invited to by Mikey.
Flashback Back at the strip club**
As you had entered the strip club you told them you had reservations under the name Haitani. You can smell the strong alcohol and see all the people watch the strippers practically drooling. You walk towards the vip room where the executives waited. When you enter all the executives were sitting down on a black leather couch while they were getting a lap dances “ahhh (y/n) we all thought you weren’t gonna show up, your late” the older Haitani exclaimed. “Well I had a few errands to run ” you nervously said, you never really held a conversation with one of the executives but Ran he always seemed to try to hold a conversation with you. “Oh by the way wheres Mikey?”.
After you asked the question the tension in the room quickly thickened all the executives were avoiding eye contact with you. “Well.. Im not sure” Ran glanced at Sanzu . “Huh? That makes no sense usually has one of his men with him or Sanzu.”
You knew right off the bat he was lying to you Sanzu then got up and walked towards you “The boss is in the other vip room he thought you weren’t gonna come here tonight” Sanzu hesitantly said. “Ok I’ll go get him” you said walking out the the vip room closing the door behind you. “Hmm.. poor girl she’s just gonna get her feelings hurt” Takemoi said while lightning his cigarette
“Sanzu you weren’t supposed to say anything we all know you don’t like (y/n) but she’s Mikey’s wife” Rindou added. “Great…so we’re all gonna get in trouble because Sanzu loves to run his big mouth and his school girl crush on Mikey” Ran said with a smug look on his face as he stared at Sanzu. “Do you want to FIGHT” Sanzu snapped back.
“Will the two of you shut the hell up? I’m trying to count these funds from this club owner by the end of tonight dammit!!!”
You made it to the second vip room you knocked but no one answered. “Mikey are you in there?” You hoped someone herd you but still no response “I’m coming in” as reach for the door knob you stop. You hear moaning from the other side of the door you started banging really hard on the door yet no answer.
*If Manjiro is really in there what am I gonna do, how am I gonna react?*
This question keeps running in your head. Were you really ready to open this door. You finally hesitantly open the door.
You look around the dimmed red room to only find your beloved Mikey fingering some hoe on a couch. You let out a fake cough and say “you seem to be enjoying yourself, so caught up in the moment you didn’t hear me banging on the door” staring into Mikey’s black lifeless eyes. The girl quickly tries to gets up and put her clothes on but trips, instead of Mikey doing the same he just sits with a blank expression you hated the look so much it pissed you off it just makes you want to slap him.
“Woman don’t get dressed I wasn’t done with you” Mikey stared down the woman pointing at his lap causing her to freeze. That was it…you were seeing red the audacity he had to say this with no worry or care in his voice. The woman looks at you and says “how dare you barge in here and interrupt us” she speed walked towards you and raised her fist at you she was trying to punch you.
*A naked bitch is really trying to punch me. WTF.*
You weren’t having it you quickly moved out the way and slaps the lady, she dramatically fell to the floor and held here face while a fresh red mark appeared on here face. “where the hell is security this bitch just hit me help!!!” the woman yelled. The sight made you sick to your stomach.
Your pride wasn’t gonna let you cry, you were too stubborn but you still felt the warm tears gather in your eyes as you walked out the vip room, you were a Emotional Wreck like always.
Present time**
Two hours has past since you left the club and Mikey has yet to call or text you it makes you wonder if he really slept with that woman. You took off the white dress that Hugged your curves you had with matching heels and got in the shower. The fact you went all out for this man. The real reason you were late was because you were taking the time out to make sure your make up was perfect…only for it to not matter.
You got out and went to your bedroom to so you could put some pajamas. You slide a shirt over your head. You hear the door open. It was Mikey you didn’t bother to turn around and look at him because it’s Mikey…always him.
Mikey was waiting for you to say something to him so he walked behind you.
“Look at me (y/n)” you didn’t listen to him and walked past him “look (y/n) i’m not gonna repeat myself” his voice was stern you didn’t like when he talked to you like that. You couldn’t help yourself no more with Mikey also the whole situation, so you started to get pissed and his gaze softened.
“What do you want now you don’t care about me, why did you marry me…I bet that girl doesn’t love you the way I do, yet you treat me like shit like I’m nothing” you yelled while throwing the nearest object at him that by you, a shoe. Mikey sighed and pulled you into his arms “I’m sorry I really do love you (y/n)” you cut him off and pushed him of you “No you don’t Manjiro if you did you wouldn’t have fucked that hoe, how the hell are you gonna say that after basically showing me you don't care yo-you HAD the Fucking nerve the to try and continue to right in front of me”.
“I didn’t actually have sex with her she just worked at the club after you left I had my men kill that girl cause she almost got us caught by the police…” you clicked your tongue “ you were going to if I didn’t walk in plus it’s not my fault for you being irresponsible… what does that have to do with you fingering her.
So you’re jealous?
You started to walk off again but Mikey swiftly pinned you to the wall. “(y/n) listen to me..and stop crying” he was so close to you, his nose was touching yours.
“I only love you, your the only one I have left and I made a mistake you weren't giving me attention anymore so when I thought you wouldn't come tonight I couldn’t help myself anymore...I don’t like that Woman please don’t leave me” the first time in forever you seen worry and sorrow in Mikey’s eyes and. Mikey hugged you tightly.
There was a loud silence in your shared bedroom “dammit..Manjiro I still love you so much and it hurts I can’t stand the thought of you with somebody else I just want you to look at me and me only, you always gaslight me and try to make it seem like I’m the crazy one. I’m not fucking crazy you bastard”.
Mikey placed his hand on your cheek and leaned in to kiss you.
You were so weak
The kiss was gentle and no love in it just…
Hate
His lips were soft and gentle it made you want more….so much more.
is this right?
18+ Smut starts here minors do not interact
You both pulled away from the kiss. Mikey slowly kissed your jawline then your neck all the way down to your collarbone causing you to quietly sigh out of frustration.
"Let me show you how much I love you (y/n)" Mikey whisperd in your ear; his hot breath tickling you while carried you to your shared bed then the threw you down on it. He took off your shirt and threw it somewhere along with your pants his clothes too.
"No bra you we're just waiting for me weren't you" his voice cooed in your ear sending shivers down your spine. Mikey was only left in his briefs he stared down at you looking flawlessly hot, the way his pale white skin glowed from the moon which faintly illuminated. He slowly took your right nipple inside his mouth and sucked on it, messaging it gently.
All you could do was moan and blush as he did the same treatment to the other soft mount. You could feel the bulge in his briefs growing. There was no doubt he needed you. He kissed your breasts all the way down to your stomach "your so pretty just for me". Mikey's hand found it way between your legs rubbing your aching wet cunt through your drenched panties in a circular motion making rub your legs to get just a little somewhat of friction. "Manjiro plea- stop teasing!" you moaned out "have patience" he replied slowing down his hand movements in return you let out a whine. "Let's get these off you” He slowly slid off your panties staring at the prize waiting for him between your legs.
Mikey was such a tease in moments like these making you beg and whine for him. It was complete torture the way he talks the way he teases you. He made yearn for his touch and subconsciously rub your thighs together. You absolutely hate it and you always came right back to him just like he wanted you to.
Mikey hovered over your arousal and blew on it you bucked your hips upwards making him chuckle silently. He starts to suck on your clit making sure give attention to the little bundle of nerves while fingering you slowly. Your hands were tangled in his white hair, your head thrown back into the soft pillow as you desperately grind your self against Mikey’s wet muscle.
You felt pressure waiting to be released in your lower abdomen “M-Manjiro I’m gonna cum!!” Mikey hummed in response and added a third digit and fingered you faster, the coil in your stomach snapped as you let out a pleasured cry. Mikey licked your release off his fingers staring dead into your eyes while smiling.
Mikey got up and took of his briefs revealing his throbbing dick, the girth looked painful to take, the length was at least 8 inches long with a flushed pink tip dripping pre-cum…he was perfect you thought.
Mikey hovered over you positioning himself to your entrance. He looked up at your face. you nod slowly. He pushed himself inch by inch into you it was painful tears formed in your eyes, Mikey kissed away your tears and gently said “the pain will go away soon, take all of me you can do it”. Mikey had you wrapped around his finger.
His pace wasn’t slow nor fast. The perfect pace for you to moan his name just like he wanted. You felt so good and full, how could you hate this. His fat cock stretching you so perfectly. You were made for him from the start Mikey quoted. He wasn’t gonna stop any time soon. He was gonna keep fucking you dumb.
Mikey pulled your body towards him angling himself better hitting that perfect spot inside of you. Your face was buried in a pillow as you screamed out loud and moaned his name. Mikey’s free hand made its between your legs, pulling and pinching the poor swollen nub. Your back arched and your mind was all over the place. Tears started to form in your eyes.
“Are you gonna cum on this dick like always?”
Mikey said those words and something just snapped inside you. Your legs went numb and you saw stars. A wave of pleasure went through your body. You came undone right under him hard.
Mikey’s trust didn’t seem to slow down his thrusts actually had sped up making you moan loudly. Mikey was try to chase his own release.
“Fuck-…this pussy mine now”
Mikey thrusted once more and thick hot cum fill you too the brim. You felt so full that you couldn’t move, you were tired. Mikey pulled out and stared down at you with a smirk.
Mikey soon walked to the bathroom after he told you to wait for him to come back so he can “clean you up”. Mikey stared at himself in the mirror whispering…
“That’s right (Y/N), bare my child then you can never leave me”
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through the hourglass 178. brb x oc
a/n: is this...okay? i hope so, but i am kinda proud of it ngl <3 (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! they make my nights they really do<3)
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: none besides these two are so in love im gonna cry.
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Beatrice was doing what she planned to do, which meant taking care of herself. This was her last week at the bar, so she wanted to be at her best both physically and mentally. With her pregnancy more and more apparent, she knew questions would be asked and she didn’t want to make people wonder ‘oh are you pregnant?’ they usually dropped the ‘again’ after a while.
She wets her throat with some water, hearing Nicole babbling happily in the living room as they both wait for Michael to show up. He wanted to stay with Nikki tonight, since Hannah and her son are there too and it’d be nice for them to meet finally. She smiles softly, shaking her head, because never in her life she’d think her former bully would date her brother and she’d be very okay with that.
She didn’t speak to Rooster that week, which was okay, she knew he was very busy with everything and tried to calm her heart because he was completely fine and alright. She leans back against the counter, turning her head to where she could see Nicole watching tv with a huge smile on her face. She sent him a picture of her teeth, they were fully out now, well, the bottom ones were.
It was adorable, she wrote in the message, she is no longer bothered by it which is really good. I hope the pictures help you while away Roos :)
She stared at the message for a few seconds, the sprinkles of hope filling her heart thinking that maybe he’d see it now and immediately reply, but of course it didn’t happen. She sighed, slipped her phone back in her pocket and ignored it for the rest of the day because wishing for it to happen didn’t mean it would.
So now she’s just there, by the kitchen, waiting until it was time to go. Beatrice sipped her water again, then leaned back to look at the glass, smacking her lips, “Strange,’ she mutters, “I think I’m tasting something that isn’t there. Or there’s some soap in the glass, tastes weird.”
“Maybe you’re just saying that to keep those pretty lips clean,gorgeous.”
She could hear his voice right beside her and she couldn’t help the smile that spread over her face, her cheeks warming up, “Is that supposed to mean you want a kiss?” she asks the nothing and is surprised when she feels his huge hands cupping his shoulders and the warm of his front pressing up against her back. She closes her eyes briefly, she could smell his cologne.
“Could be.” his disembodied voice says “I do like kissing you.”
“You do, everywhere it seems.”
‘Oh yeah, just you wait. I’m going to kiss you all over.”
“I’ll be heavily pregnant by the time you get back.” she laughs softly, leaning back against his chest. He was solid, “Are you sure?”
She feels his lips on her face, the tickle of his mustache against her skin and the curl of his smile before he whispers, “I’m always sure when it comes to you,gorgeous.” he says “Wait for me.”
“Always.” and she leans back a bit more, but this time her eyes open and she remembers she’s…at home, alone and that he’s so far away from them. She sighs, placing the empty glass in the sink, reminding herself to wash it once she gets home from the bar later.
Beatrice takes a moment to collect herself,rubbing her temples and clenching her jaw, the brief fantasy of Rooster's presence fading away. She knows that longing for him won't change the reality of their situation, no matter how much she tries. With a heavy sigh, she pushes the thoughts aside and turns to where Nicole was, crossing her arms over her chest, her boots soles hitting the floor and making the little girl look back at her.
“Mama!”
“Hi,honey!” she coos, picking her up from the floor so they could sit on the couch together, “Are you enjoying your show?” Dr.Chimp was giving a fish CPR by making it chug water…that’s a bit weird, wasn’t it? Nicole giggled, as if agreeing with her mother, letting Beatrice hug her close as they watched tv.
She checked her phone for the time, then looked at the window in hopes to see Michael’s car, “Your uncle is late.” She gently strokes her daughter's hair as she says that, feeling the thin and soft baby hairs touching her finger, as she glances at the window one more time, she notices the darkening sky and wonders why Michael is running late.
Just as she starts to worry, and was about to call their mother, the sound of a car parking on the front of the house catches her attention. Relief washes over her as she sees Michael stepping out of the vehicle through the curtains, “Finally.” she says goodbye to the dogs, who are now happily asleep, Eleanor being the only one half awake. She stands up with Nicole in her arms, excitement evident in her light green eyes as she vibrates with joy.
"Uncle Michael's here!" she exclaims, her voice filled with joy. She opens the front door and walks out onto the porch to greet him, the second her daughter sees Michael, she lets out a happy squeal. Michael approaches with a smile, his arms open for a hug.
"Hey, sis," he says, giving her a warm embrace. "Sorry I'm late. Traffic was a nightmare."
Beatrice returns the hug, rolling her eyes. "It's alright, I forgive you." she replies, her voice laced with affection. Nicole wriggles even more, holding onto Michael’s shirt and tugging on the fabric to call his attention.
Michael's eyes light up as he glances at Nicole, who is looking at him with the cutest smile in her face, ‘Oh there’s my little booger!”
“Michael.”
“She is a little booger.” he smiles, booping his niece’s nose and earning a giggle, “I have everything ready for tonight, by the way. Hannah is just waiting at home right now and -” his sister gives him a knowing look, one that makes him stop and sigh, “Yes, we’re living together.”
“Has it been long?”
“Since Christmas.”
“Since Christmas!” she laughs, “And you didn’t tell anyone about it, obviously.”
Michael looked like the child who was just reprimanded for eating a cookie, looking away from her, “You know how everyone is. Anyway, don’t you have to go to the bar and work? And I’ll take you there?”
Beatrice nods, her playful smile never fading as she walks over to the car. "Yeah, I was just waiting for you and you know it’s quite a drive there, and I’ll have some questions for you.”" she replies, readjusting Nicole in her arms. "And thanks, I appreciate the ride."
Michael sighs, scratching his head before opening the door so she could put Nikki first,Beatrice buckles Nicole into her car seat, making sure she's comfortable and secure only to step back “Done! Now I go.” she walks around her brother who looks less than amused at her reaction, hearing him close the back door as soon as she gets inside. She’s already looking at him when he sits on the driver’s seat.
“Stop it.”
“What?”
He turns on the car, giving her a shifty glare, “You look like Marina.” he pauses, “It’s not a compliment.”
“She’s still our sister,Mikey.” and she purposefully used the nickname because she knew he’d hate it, “So…it is a compliment yeah.”
Michael rolls his eyes at Beatrice's teasing, but a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "Fine, fine. It's a compliment then," he concedes, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway. "But let's focus on more important things, like your last week at the bar. Are you feeling okay about it?"
Beatrice leans back in her seat, resting her head against the headrest and deciding that she was okay not talking about those news yet…for now. "Yeah, I'm feeling good about it. It's the right time for me to step away and focus on the babies." She looks out the window, watching the familiar streets pass by. "Plus, being visibly pregnant behind the bar would have raised a lot of questions. I'd rather leave on a high note and not have people gossiping about it."
“More than they already do?’
“More than they already do.”
Michael nods in understanding. "Makes sense. You deserve some time off and a chance to relax before the little ones arrive." He glances at Beatrice, concern in his eyes. "Speaking of which, have you been taking it easy? I know how stubborn you can be sometimes."
Beatrice gasps in offense “I’m not stubborn! I just…I just,well I've been trying, Mikey. Promise. I've been cutting back on my hours at the bar, taking more breaks, and making sure to get enough rest." She reaches over and pats her baby bump affectionately. "The little co-pilots here seem to be doing just fine."
"That's good to hear," Michael says, his voice filled with genuine relief. "You know we're all here to support you, right? If you ever need anything, just let us know. Mom, Dad, and I are just a phone call away." he pauses, “And Gui would fly from New York to see you.”
“Yes,I know.”
“So is Bri but you know, she’s a lot busier and such.”
Beatrice smiles warmly at her brother, touched by his words. "I know, Mikey. And I appreciate it more than you know,I know you all will be there for me. I couldn't ask for a better support system." she looks back outside, following the line of palm trees she was so used to seeing, “And it’s going to help along the way too,since Roos is away.”
Michael glances at Beatrice, his expression softening. "Yeah, I can imagine it's tough with Rooster being away. But hey, you're a strong woman, Bea. You've got this. And when he comes back, it'll be even better."
Beatrice smiles, . "Thank you, Michael. Looks like Hannah has been a good influence on you." he sighs in annoyance, looking at the stop sign instead of his sister, “You’d usually throw a joke in there too.”
“I’m waiting for the segue.” he mutters, “Also don’t tease me, Leo already teased me enough.” and he shouldn’t have done that because now she wanted to know, “Okay, listen, just because the two of you are the youngest of all six of us that doesn’t mean you have to tease your older brother.”
“You tease us all the time!”
‘Yeah, but that’s my job.” he says with his hands up in the air, as if it was obvious, “I’m the…fourth oldest. Shit I had to count in my head, but yeah,I’m the fourth oldest, and the coolest one, therefore that’s my job.”
Beatrice’s soft ‘ah’ followed by her smile was the answer he was expecting. "Of course, the self-proclaimed 'coolest' one. But don't worry, I won't steal your thunder."
Michael smirks, glancing at her briefly before focusing back on the road. "Good to know you understand your place, little sis." He teases, emphasizing the word 'little' to get a reaction out of her.
Beatrice narrows her eyes at him, feigning offense. "Little? I'll have you know I'm only a few inches shorter than you. That doesn't make me little."
“You are five seven.” he points to himself, “I’m six two, so…you are little.”
She pokes her finger into his side, eliciting a surprised yelp from him."Okay, okay, I take it back! Jesus woman!" Michael chuckles, swatting her hand away playfully. "You're not little, you're just vertically challenged."
Beatrice raises an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Oh, so now you're making height jokes? I thought we agreed to be nice to each other. You were always the nicest to me too,so."
Michael laughs, shaking his head. "Alright, fair point. No more height jokes, I promise." He glances at her, “But you are short- OW!”
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McAllister’s plan was risky, more than either of them thought. Rooster, while appreciating the pilot’s suggestion, chose to tell him the cons of it and how they couldn’t ‘head into the wolf’s den with guns blazing’ because it made no sense. McAllister deflated a bit, apologizing as if he insulted Rooster’s family but the other pilot just laughed and said it was fine, “Just remember this,” he gestures to the base and the officers walking by, “It’s a group effort. That could work if it was just one jet.”
"I appreciate the suggestion, McAllister," Rooster said, his voice firm but gentle. "But we can't rush into this without careful consideration. We're dealing with a dangerous situation, and we need to approach it strategically."
McAllister nodded, his enthusiasm dimming. "I didn't mean to underestimate the risk, sir."
Rooster chuckled, placing a reassuring hand on McAllister's shoulder. "No offense taken, you are still young. We're all in this together, alright? It's just that going in with guns blazing wouldn't be the smartest move."
McAllister's disappointment began to fade, replaced by a glimmer of understanding. "I see what you mean. It's not about individual heroics but about working as a cohesive unit."
"Exactly," Rooster affirmed. "And since we are together in this, we’ll have to be extra careful."
McAllister nodded, "You're right, sir.” Rooster sighed because there was no way he was going to call him by his call sign any time soon “I got carried away with my idea, but I appreciate you bringing me back to reality, sir."
"Good. Remember, we're all here to support each other and achieve our mission. Your ideas and input are valuable, but it's crucial to assess the risks and make informed decisions." he arches his brow up to his hairline, “Don’t forget that.”
"I understand, sir," McAllister replied, determination gleaming in his eyes. "I won't let my enthusiasm cloud my judgment again.” He makes a brisk move to leave but stops midway, “May…may I leave…sir?”Rooster nodded with a smirk. "Thank you,sir! I appreciate it sir!" He turns on his heel and leaves the office, in turn leaving Rooster alone and sitting on his desk while holding his chin up with his interlaced hands.
He pulls out another map of the area, running his eyes at every little thing they took note at the first surveillance. He grabs one of his pens and circles the anti-aircraft weaponry, writing a little note of ‘how to evade?’ they couldn’t just turn the left and charge in directly. Rooster knew they needed a more calculated approach.
As he stared at the map, Rooster's mind raced, analyzing the enemy's defenses and searching for weak points. He knew that a frontal assault would be suicide, but they needed to find a way to neutralize or bypass the anti-aircraft weaponry.
He reached for his notebook and started jotting down ideas. He considered the possibility of distracting the enemy's attention with a diversionary tactic while a smaller team carried out a stealthy attack. Another option was to locate any blind spots in the enemy's radar coverage and exploit them to slip through undetected.
Rooster's brow furrowed as he weighed the pros and cons of each plan. He needed to consider the capabilities of their own aircraft, the skills of his team, and the intelligence they had gathered. It was a delicate balance between taking risks and ensuring the safety of his squad.
“No wonder this is going to take six months.” he mutters, “This is hell.”
“Having problems?”
He smiles, hearing her soft voice behind him, the lavender smell coming up his nose, “A little. Just trying to figure out what to do,gorgeous.” he feels her arms wrap around his shoulders and her head prop on top of his, she was there. “Any tips you’d like to give me?’
“Oh,I’m not good at this Roos.” he hears her embarrassed laugh followed by her quiet pondering “I’m not that smart.”
“You are the smartest person I know.” he replies immediately, “Smarter than me.” he hears her scoffing, ready to say something back, “I don’t lie and you know it.”
The invisible Beatrice chuckled, her breath warm against his neck. "Well, if you insist. I'll give it a shot." She tightened her embrace, and he leaned on her touch "How about um…" she began, her voice calm and soothing,"How about utilizing the element of surprise?" she suggested, her voice filled with thought. "Think about ways you can catch the enemy off guard?Is that possible? Like when,in Mass Effect 3, Shepard wanted the krogans and the turians to attack the reaper in Tuchanka!"
Rooster's smile widened because he knew what she was talking about, he enjoyed the game just like she did. "A diversion could work. I can work with that."
“Is that good?”
He smiles more, “it’s great.” he feels the weight of her head on his shoulder, the soft strands of hair tickling his neck before he sighed, “...I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
“Are you okay?” he waits for a response, but it doesn’t arrive, “Bea?” he asks again, the weight on his shoulders is gone and he turns around only to see the wall behind him with the several papers pinned onto an old cork board. His eyebrows lower as he looks back at the maps, then sighs heavily, “Fuck.” he drops the pen to rub his eyes, then press his face into his palms, “These might be the longest six months…longer than the ones when we were still dating.” he flicks his eyes to the map from between his fingers.
And then he blinks.
Because he just noticed something he hadn’t before. ‘...that’s an opening.” he mutters, “In the mountains, that’s an opening.”
Rooster's heart raced as he stared at the map, his eyes fixed on the newly potential route that could lead them closer to their objective while bypassing the heavily fortified areas.
He quickly grabbed a ruler and traced the path from the opening on the map. It seemed to offer a way to avoid the enemy's anti-aircraft defenses and potentially provide a more covert approach. It was a risk, but it could also be their best chance at success. He couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh,”...just like Shepard thought.” he mutters, “Fuck,Bea, thank you. This is going to give us even more time to prepare.”
With renewed determination, Rooster started drafting a revised strategy, incorporating the element of surprise and utilizing the newly discovered opening in the mountains, an opening that would require a better look but he had no idea why they hadn’t noticed it before.
As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Beatrice's presence, even if it was just a memory or an echo in his mind. Her suggestion had sparked the idea that led to this breakthrough, and he knew she would be proud of him
“Thanks gorgeous.” he smirks, “You never disappoint me.”
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Colonel
Rick flag x afab reader
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Warnings: Brat reader, sex themes, dirty talk (mild), oral (male receiving), vaginal fingering, masturbation, nude picture descriptions, masturbation on camera, sexually frustrated rick flag, jealous rick flag
Word count: 2.2K+
I meshed two requests for this fic, I hope ya’ll enjoy reading <3
I’m humbly begging for “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” With Rick flag
making eye-contact with your partner from across the room, gesturing at them to follow you outside and this with rick???
Hey babe, when do you come home? You texted Rick, he'd been gone all day and it was starting to annoy you. It was supposed to be his day off but it's currently 18:00 and he hasn't even texted you.
Sorry darling, I'll be heading home within the next two hours, Waller just has me slammed today.
You sigh, he'd just gotten back from a 2 week long mission and you haven't even seen him yet. You know he slept beside you because his side was messy, but you hadn't actually spent time with him for more than 2 weeks. You haven't been intimate for 3 weeks, much too long for your liking, life has just been very hectic. The both of you had decided that when you two were going to be apart that you wanted to spend time with each other, sex wasnt a need in your relationship, besides you were babysitting that week, so you had two little cock blockers.
I miss you though :( You had sent back. Followed by a few crying face emojis. He always breaks when you get pouty with him, that bleeding heart of his. God you love that man.
I’m sorry darling but I’m really tied up here, I want to come home to you badly but just need to wait it out sweetheart.
Your frown had deepend on your face. Pulling down to your chin. Can’t you just do it faster? I really need my colonel to report to duty. An idea born into your brain, you smirk. Walking over to where Rick's military issue uniform was kept quite neatly hanging in a bag in the closet. You unzip the bag, grabbing out his decorated colonels jacket out of it. Turning to grab his beige ball cap with the American flag out of his top drawer. Returning to your phone you see several messages.
Babe I know. Fuck, don’t call me that, you know what that does, and I’m at work.
Babe?
Oh, so you’re fucking with me? You’ll pay for that later daring.
The last one sent a shiver down your spine. Sending a message of your own. Oh hush up colonel, I’m right here baby. Gotta make you worry every once in a while. make s the heart grow fonder.
Yeah, whatever the fuck thats supposed to mean.
You scoff into the room at his response. Taking your clothes off one at a time, taking a picture of each piece, after taking a picture of yourself. Dressing in just his jacket and hat afterwards.
Colonel?
Fuck babe, your gonna get me hard at my desk, stop that. You laugh.
“Jesus am I evil,” You laugh into your, no ricks jacket sleeve. Bet I could make you super hard without much effort baby boy. You bite your lip hitting the send button. You can imagine Rick's face as he reads that line, watching as the three typing bubbles appear.
What? What did you just call me. Got him. You smile wide, sending the first picture you took, dressed in your regular clothes. Seeing the read status right underneath as soon as it was sent. You had the man on the edge of his seat.
Oh darling, you're so beautiful. Your heart skips, everytime without fail, everytime he compliments you, he makes you feel like the only person in the world.
You send him a picture of your shirt thrown on the floor.
Doing laundry sweetheart? You chuckle at his reply, sending the pic of your pants also in the pile. All he sent this time was a single question mark. You send him the pic of your bra joining the pile.
Don’t you fucking dare. Your spine sends a shiver down your body getting a true thrill from this, from teasing him. Sending a picture of your damp panties. Watching again as the bubbles pop up and disappear four times before his message comes through.
This is your warning, stop or you will pay for it when I get home. You smile very cheekily.
What if that's exactly what I want, Colonel Flag? Gonna spank me for insubordination? That's kinky sir. You smile, pretty proud of yourself and the comeback you sent. Wow, sometimes you surprise yourself with your sassiness and attitude.
I’m beginning to think you need to be reminded of your place. Do you need to be put back in your place? You smirk, leaving the text on read, posing for the camera, taking a few sensual pictures in his hat and coat. Sending him one first of you on your knees set slightly apart, hands reaching into your hair head back and back arched. The lapels of his coat barely hanging covering your nipples, showing him the curves of your breasts, the apex of your thighs and your throat exposed.
Hmm, I dunno sir, looks like I’m the colonel now, no?
Oh fuck You laugh at his short response, it had been sent five minutes later than when it was opened. You need to take that off. Babydoll you’re really distracting me at my workplace. C’mon have some mercy on an old man. You scoff, deciding to play with him a little more.
No mercy for the opposing soldiers. Don't you think I look hot in your jacket? You wait patiently for his response.
God, you're killing me today. I think you look beautiful in my jacket darling, you look amazing baby, I promise. Biting your lips, you send him one where his jacket is slipped off one shoulder, one breast uncovered, and your smooth thigh being completely uncovered.
How about this? Is this good for you?
Holy fuck. You can almost see Rick's eyes bulging at that comment. Yes darling, take it off.
You send him another of your top half with no more coat.
Good, so good darling. Now, can you please put that back?
Instead you send him a picture of the tops of your thighs, your panties on the floor visible in the frame.
You have no idea how hard it is.
What? Your cock? Because good, come home now I’ll be waiting on my knees. Your boldness on that comment made your cheeks red.
How to keep it together in this meeting right now. You smile mischievously.
You prop your camera to angle towards the apex of your legs, pressing record on your phone. You start by rubbing slowly up and down vertically, catching your clit a couple of times, Sweet moans escaping your mouth, being picked up by your camera. Sending a minute-long video. Almost immediately after you sent the video, Rick had replied.
I’m warning you. You send back a frowny face. Setting the camera up again, pressing record and getting to work. Thinking back to the time Rick had drug you out of a charity event to blow him in the alleyway.
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Rick always gets invited to these places, fancy charity parties. Where the rich sit around pretending that they give a shit. It's not like Rick makes a lot of money either. He's just a highly decorated Colonel in the United states army, a hero of the people. He had been dragged away by different officers and the general as soon as the two of you arrived.
You were currently dancing with one of the wealthier men at the event, deciding that since Rick ditched you, you were going to have fun instead of standing and waiting like an obedient dog. The man's hands were resting on your waist and around your back, much too close for Rick's liking, he had been standing watching you from across the room. A lady had cut into the dance, wanting a new partner, which was when you locked eyes with rick.
He gestures his head to the side, toward the exit door, walking over to it, and then out. You followed, closing the door softly as you exit.
“Jus’ what the fuck did ya think you were doin’ little lady?” You gulp, hearing his tone, he was not happy.
“I was dancing Ricky. You know what dancing is, yeah?” He crosses his arms, bobbing his head once, agreeing.
“And who were ya dancing with? Hmm?” His eyes weren’t angry, voice firm and face pulled in displeasure, creating his handsome skin.
“Just some-” He cuts you off.
“With not fuckin’ me. That's who. I am your only dance partner, understand?” His eyes reflected his feelings.
“Oh Rick, are you jealous?” You feel his hand grab at your jacket sleeve.
“Maybe I just need to show you who you belong to then?” He pushes you to your knees, you willingly kneeling on the pavement for him. “Now, I’m gonna fuck your mouth, if ya need to tap out, just push or hit my thigh, ok pretty baby?” You nod, watching as he unbuckles his belt, and undoes his button, pulling his pants and boxers to just below the swell of his ass.
Your eyes watch his hard cock bounce free, licking your lips at the event in your very near future. Rick pumps his shaft a few times, making a show of his body shivering and his satisfied groan.
Stepping closer to your body, you sit up, opening your mouth wide, you patiently wait for his cock to enter. Instead, Rick traced his tip against your top and bottom lips, you moaning as he does.
“Oh fuck babe, you are already doing so good.” Rick gasps at you.
You lean forward, leaving a wet kiss on his tip, sucking softly at the reddened skin there. Rick grunts, leaning against the wall for support.
He pushes the first few inches of his cock into your mouth, he knows you have to build up to the whole thing, go at your own pace. You set the pace to start, even when he was upset, Rick was still loving and respectful. Fisting the rest of his cock, you hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head along his cock.
“Oh fuck darlin’,” Ricks head falls back against the concrete wall. “Fuck baby so good.” You move your head further down, moving you hands to place them neatly on the backs of his thighs, telling him he could start fucking your throat. His hips immediately rocking against your face, pushing deeper each time. When he starts to pick up the pace, you trail your hand to his ball sack, lightly squeezing and massaging it.
Rick grunts above you, fucking your mouth harder than before, his balls slapping against you chin and spit dribbling out of your mouth obnoxisly. Ricks grunts getting more frequent and more desperate, slamming his cock right down your throat, pistoning in and out. “Oh fuck, fuck darling gonna cum, of fuck!” Rick tries to pull out and shoot his load on the ground, but you firmly plant your hands on his ass cheeks, sucking on just his tip, bringing him to a body shaking intense orgasm, his cum spurting into your mouth, and you swallowing it down, showing the man your clean tongue. His head spinning as you talk to him, eventually just pulling his pants back up for him ,sitting him against the building.
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Playing that day back in your memory, you focus on the faces and sounds rick had made, moaning as you now have your fingers in your pussy, fucking in and out with vigor. Moaning out Rick's name as you get closer and closer, thinking about the sounds he made when he was cumming, bringing yourself to the edge as well.
“Oh fuck! Fuck! Rick, oh my god,” You pant as your pleasure cuts off your intelligent words, mumble screaming how pretty he sounds, how good he looks. “Oh rick! I’m cumimng, oh, oh Rick! Fuck!” You feel your release leak between your fingers, your hand bringing you down from your high, stroking gently and slowly. Stopping, your legs both fall to one side, your hand resting between your thighs, waiting for your brain to start working again.
When you calm down enough, you reach back for your phone. Saving the whole video, and then editing a copy so it's just your release, sending it to Rick and reading your missed messages.
Babe? Then a few minutes later.
Baby? Are you upset? I love you
Darling? Are you ok?
Hey sweetheart, I’m heading home soon.
The read receipt shows on your latest video, the dots popping up again, this time it took a few seconds for him to respond.
I’m coming home right fucking now.
You have enough time to clean yourself up, and put the coat back on by the time he opens the door downstairs.
“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” Rick's booming voice crashes through the house, so loud it reverberates off the walls. You head his hurried footsteps up the stairs, his shoes squeaking as he books it into your room.
“Oh, and impersonating a US army soldier. Double the punishment darlin’, hope it was fucking worth it.” He dives into bed, biting and grabbing at your showing skin and levelling to attach his lips to yours, giving you a deep kiss. You were a moaning mess beneath him in no time.
“Damn darlin’ missin’ me that much?” You whine and nod.
You just knew you were going to be up most of the night.
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so take your time while you're mine and smoke slow
steve harrington x reader (no specific gender use of pronouns), and platonic!eddie munson x reader
requested: nope, not at all
warnings: spoilers for stranger things 4 (both volumes), smoking (does it even need a warning, smoke is literally in the goddamn title), st*ncy (it deserves its own warning), also if you can't tell already, I am apart of the nancy protection squad and i will defend her in anyway possible so if you hate her: please leave, a helluva lot of mutual pining that's confused for unrequited love, eddie playing matchmaker, a huge bowl of angst with an eventual and fluffy happy ending
a/n: after reading like a bajillion fics of steve, I wanted to make one for myself out of boredom, and I tend to make people cry. and in honor of joshua bassett's new song, "smoke slow" that's officially out, I decided to do a fic of said song because the snippet that has been out since may has been stuck in my head on a loop so I wanted to do something with it. but go check out the song please, I am begging you. it is so good. also, the pronouns in the original song are gonna be switched in the story, but the original lyrics are there. so in the story it's from she to he (he as in steve) and he to she (she as in nancy) as the fic goes on so you'll understand. I don't think I need to explain myself further anyways so...
*not my gif btw*
she asks for a light
as our secrets spill on the window sill
we're buyin' more time
while we kill ourselves as we both inhale
you didn't exactly hate steve harrington, you could tolerate him to a certain extent. the boy wasn't entirely unbearable and was sometimes entertainment at points. you were dragged into the whole upside down stuff since 1983. and you weren't usually around steve very often when the world goes to shit to care about him.
the only time you formed some type of connection with him was at tina's halloween party you saw him while walking home, sulking on the sidewalk. and as someone who wasn't entirely heartless, especially after seeing the look in his eye that just made him look like he's on the verge of sobbing. you didn't need that tonight, cause you just wanted to have fun and act normal for once. sitting down beside him as the two of you talked it out, about how nancy wheeler called him bullshit and that their entire relationship is bullshit and then he just left.
"so you just left her at the party... drunk?" you looked shocked, still trying to process it, "dude, what she said wasn't cool but come on!"
he didn't say anything else on the matter, just wanted to forget everything, "do you have a light?" you nodded and went into your pocket, bringing out cigarettes and a lighter. the two of you just sat there, getting high off your asses and watch as the night went on. both of you had opened up about your own personal lives and finding some kind of understanding.
after that, it was now four in the morning and you took him home. after what had happened at the party, he needed to rest before being hit in the face with reality before school. then heading home and heading to bed yourself, then just wondering maybe there is a good side to steve harrington that you just haven't seen yet, and even some part of you wished to see more of a vulnerable side to steve.
makin' believe there's a future
is it naive to think we could work?
the night el had closed the gate back in eighty four, you and steve didn't talk at all after that just between the both of you, after that for at least a year. the only somewhat time you saw one another was at the snowball when he dropped of dustin. he saw you, who was currently chaperoning the dance with nancy and jonathan, but you were currently smoking a cigarette. you had noticed him staring at you and all you did was wave before he drove off.
during the summer, you didn't exactly had a proper conversation with him. he was with robin, dustin and erica at the mall where there was a secret russian base underneath. meanwhile, you were with mike, el, will, max, lucas, jonathan and nancy, trying to find out how to stop billy and the mind flayer.
he hadn't noticed the tiny little glances you gave him once you saw him again. you honestly had no idea why you couldn't stop staring at him, there was just something that just made you infatuated that you were not self aware of your current actions. even in jonathan's car as he drove you, steve, robin, nancy, will and lucas away from the mind flayer and as they all had overheard dustin and his girlfriend, suzie singing "neverending story" over the walkie talkie, your eyes were on him, at least 90% of the time. there were times that you couldn't while the rest of you were in peril that very same night.
then after the events of starcourt, you were imagining these dreams of your future. like, wanting to be successful and rich, wanting to be loved, maybe have a couple of kids or two. but in those dreams about that potential future, steve was there. what part did he play in it, who knows honestly? being your boyfriend, or a friend, or something, he was there but for what purpose? you two weren't that close, yet again, not even aware of the fact of how much you stared at him.
but honestly, he couldn't even be the only there (with 'there' being the future, your future). you both are apart of the same friend group, even though said friend group consists of mainly middle schoolers. you obviously didn't mind hanging around them of course, more fun to be around then most people your age.
the second it's out, then i lose her
we're already here, so one more won't hurt
it won't hurt
it's now the spring of 1986, and this was the year where you and steve had to be in close proximity of one another. and ever since spring break started, you saw more of that same steve from that halloween night, vulnerable and kind and sweet and caring. that even something in the air had developed some type of non-platonic feeling. but with this itching feeling that steve is still in love with nancy, you refused to say anything. in order to cope and try to forget for a few minutes via smoking as your mind had went away, it wouldn't hurt, would it?
but obviously that didn't last, because you were forcibly pulled back to reality. you guys did anything to stop vecna and clear eddie's name. eddie has been your friend since the start of your senior year, he taught you how to play guitar. it felt nice to be around a guy without it being awkward. you and eddie were strictly platonic, like what steve and robin are. so, of course you would do anything to make sure he's able to walk in broad daylight without people calling him a murderer and with the cops on his trail. you and dustin were the ones that were the most passionate on clearing eddie's name.
then, in the last couple of days, max got cursed by vecna and almost died, but another victim was added which was lucas' basketball teammate was the next one. and then here you currently are, in the upside down with steve, nancy, robin and eddie, after a bunch of vines had dragged you down the lake and into the upside down because you refused steve to put himself in danger (again). where steve, by no hesitation had jumped in after you first before the others.
you could not handle the steve and nancy flirting going on, so you needed some type of excuse to be away from that. and that you'd rather have someone shoot you in the head with a nail gun, repeatedly than having to watch the two of them give each other heart eyes the entire time. and even eddie looked like he was over it and he's new to the group. the sight of steve looking at her made you wanna vomit, but the munson had noticed your reaction to the other two and knew what to do.
the five of you were walking over to the wheeler residence so nancy can grab the guns she has in her bedroom. eddie walked right next to you and immediately started the conversation with, "you know, i'm not particularly an expert when it comes to romance cause i have never been in a relationship. but, i've seen the way you act around harrington."
you risen your eyebrow at the munson in confusion, "i have no idea what you're talking about..."
"come on, y/n!" he pats your shoulder, "whenever he says one word, your eyes are immediately on him and solely focus on whatever he says."
"that's because he's talking..." you looked even more confused at what eddie is trying to tell you. the munson rolled his eyes, "you practically looked in awe of him. whenever i talk, you don't look at me like that." he then snaps his fingers and points our, "oh, and another thing, the look of disgust on your face whenever him and nancy flirted."
"and that's also because one: she has a boyfriend, and honestly she honestly did not look comfortable at his advances and I do not blame her. and two--" you held up two fingers as you proceeded, "we're practically in hell. so maybe flirting while we have a high possibility of dying isn't exactly the best time."
"fair points." eddie agreed, "then, let's talk about how harrington feels about you."
"and what about it?"
"personally, i would have never jumped in, not under any normal circumstances. outside of d&d, i am no hero. i see danger and i just turn heel and run. or at least that's what i've learned about myself this week. give yourself a break, y/n. see? the only reason i came in here was 'cause harrington and the two ladies over there chit chatting came in straight after you. now, i was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind." he explained, "i just played follow the leader."
you had a fake smile on your face, "so what is your point? you're wondering why other people care about me?"
"if you let me get to the point--" eddie says, "but harrington right there, he didn't waste a second. not one second. he just dove right in. now, i don't know what you guys had before i came in, but if I were you, i'd confess my love while i still can. cause that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen."
"that is..." you had paused for a second, taking in a deep sigh, "the most cheeziest shit i have ever heard. and it's pretty damn stupid. steve is selfless and such, he would've dove in after anyone... like nancy."
"maybe..." the munson shrugs at you, "but it's just the worry and the concern on his face while you were dragged down the lake. honestly the look on his face didn't look like he'd have that reaction for anyone. not even nancy wheeler."
"so you're basically just finding this--" you proceeded to had put in quotes, "'love story' between steve and i, your entertainment?"
"yeah..." eddie had let out a chuckle, "watching you silently pin over him with those sad lost puppy dog eyes was tugging the heartstrings."
"glad you find my pain entertaining." you sarcastically responded, "but even if i had these 'feelings' for steve. what makes you one hundred percent sure he feels the same?"
"it's in the eyes." he points out, "sometimes the voice, but mainly the eyes. look, if you don't want him, you can let wheeler have a second shot with him." and that made you gag a little and eddie couldn't help but laugh, "i knew it, you are jealous of her."
"no, i'm not."
"i'll let you be in denial."
"i just don't wanna ruin everything." you had blurted out, and then further explained, "i confess how i feel, then he doesn't feel the same and our friendship is ruined. i would rather have him as a friend than not have him at all."
but all that we are is all that we'll ever be
'cause he's the one waitin' at home
finding out the upside down has been stuck in the day will went missing for over two years, the five of you had went over to eddie's trailer. since dustin had explained that there must be a gate at every murder sight. him, lucas, max and erica had found a way to get you and the others back to your world safely. and then a pit of rage and jealousy had pondered when you made it through and looked up to see only steve and nancy left. and with nancy now being possessed by vecna which left everyone in a fit of panic.
but suddenly, she was out of the trance and you saw steve cradling her face. and that made you wanna grab eddie's guitar and shove it down your throat. both of them made it back through as they all snuck over to max's trailer as nancy explained to what vecna saw her see. after that, and a lot of convincing to go back into the upside down but with protection and weapons. as well as max using herself as bait to make vecna's physical body defenseless so he can be killed with breaking a sweat. and then they had stolen an rv from one of the trailer park residents with steve driving and nancy in the passenger seat.
you couldn't help but roll your eyes but also stare at them with your head lying down on the small table with robin and eddie on both of your sides. god, why would you be jealous of nancy? she has boyfriend for crying out loud and you know how much she loves jonathan. you honestly didn't know if they were still going strong, but that wasn't any of your business. after hearing steve talk about wanting six kids and seeing the two looking at each other that made you want to die. but also another part of you thinks, god, poor nancy, hasn't she had been through enough? for a split second, you could tell that she didn't look exactly comfortable, especially that you can tell by that fake smile on her face cause that smile did not seem anywhere near genuine. personally, who could be comfortable in that situation? if steve is really hinting at her being in that dream (especially the way he was looking at her), then you felt more bad for nancy constantly being flirted by her ex boyfriend while he knows she's in a relationship and saying all of this to her, specifically out of anyone.
your mind just wondered off, after that. still really having the urge to open the door to the rv and jumping out while you still can, and hopefully get run over by a nearby car, but that's definitely not gonna happen.
it's just all that you and steve is, is probably what you were ever gonna be. best friends and completely platonic. even though what you felt for him, was not platonic at all, and everyone else knew it but steve and sometimes even yourself.
she holds my guitar as i pluck out a melody
there's only so far we can go
and then after dropping off max, lucas and erica at the creel house, you and the others were in the upside down. you went with steve, nancy and robin to go to the upside down version of the creel house to take out vecna, while dustin and eddie were being the distraction against the demobats.
and the walk, felt like it had been forever, your feet were hurting, robin ran off with nancy chasing after her. and now it was just you and steve alone. and god, did that terrify the fuck out of you. for a split second the thought of you being alone with steve with all of these confused feelings going on scared you more than vecna himself. but, you try and stay calm and started talking about robin being a super clutz and how it took her longer to walk then most babies. that had made steve brought up how when he was a baby, he used to crawl backwards.
"what? how, exactly?" you had looked entirely confused, but couldn't help but laugh. he laughed along with you, as he explained, "come on, it makes sense. you push to move, right?"
"no, no, it doesn't make sense whatsoever."
"well, it did to my tiny little harrington brain. that is, until i reversed my baby butt down a flight of stairs and thumped my head really good."
"that explains a lot." you snorted.
"yeah." he chuckles, "i think it kinda does. i think, like, right out of the gate, like, i'm super confident. but i'm also, like, an idiot. which is just... i mean, it's a brutal combination. but, i mean, the good news is, i get a big enough thump on my head, i can change, you know? i can learn. i can crawl forward." he had finished explaining, "honestly, thanks to nancy for giving my head the biggest thump of it's life two years ago, it's changed my life. i really needed it, and now i'm crawling forward. slowly."
you then had brought up to remind him, "also jonathan too, since he did beat the ever living shit out of you. it was satisfying to watch."
"that too." he then went on further, "for so long i was dwindling in the past over a girl who couldn't love me back. which is not her fault, people just can't control how they feel. i thought these things i've been feeling this past week have been about old flames that should've never died out. but honestly, realizing these past twenty four hours, there's a new flame in my life that i just never realized til now."
you had looked a tad bit confused, both of you stopping while you looked directly at him, "what are you saying exactly?"
"you heard the talk i had with nancy, right?" you shrugged and nodded, "all of it is true. every last word. for so long, i saw nancy in that dream with me, but i just don't see it anymore."
"you don't?"
"no, actually and surprisingly, i don't." he replied, "there was just this one important part that i had left out." you noticed him giving you this look as he said those two words that had rocked your world and that it changed your guys' friendship so much from that point on, "you're there."
oh.
you didn't know what to say. how can you respond to something like that? like you felt this relief on your shoulders that he wasn't talking about wanting a family with nancy straight to your face. he saw you. it was still something difficult to process it all. this was as hard as trying to teach steve how to play the guitar a few weeks ago cause he noticed it in your room and asked for you to teach him for fun. but instead of him plucking the strings of your guitar, it is the strings of your heart. with said heart on the verge of beating out of your chest and exploding everywhere.
literally, what can you say to that? like having a life long commitment with someone who imagines and wants six kids with you? you'd die on the spot.
but, just in time before you had the chance to pass out or something, robin and nancy had found you both. interrupted this moment you and steve have, and it just felt like another relief lifted from your shoulders. you were put on a pedestal and expected to have a response of some kind, at least one word. but said words were just too hard to form.
i'm next to you but i'll never be close
so take your time while you're mine and smoke slow
two days after everything that happened. eddie is dead, max is in a coma and you were still processing everything that had happened. like holy fucking shit, what just happened? and now, it's been two days, you're helping nancy clear out some of her old things to donate it to people that are in need of stuff ever since vecna's gates had opened. then, you all suddenly heard honking from a small distance with a pizza van showing up out of no where. and conveniently said pizza can had mike, will, jonathan, el, and some other guy coming out of it. you immediately had embraced el and will with dustin, "i've missed you kiddos so much! how are you, are you okay?"
you also had noticed el's hair is gone, and you just couldn't say anything cause you were in shock. all you did was just give her a meaningful kiss on the forehead. you then had walked over to mike and gave him a quick hug, "god, you leave for one week and everything goes to hell."
"same thing happened on our end too."
"well i'm glad you're okay." and then you walked in between jonathan and nancy's little reunion, "so glad so see you two back together. a major relief for me, actually." and then you gave jonathan a big hug, "you've grown out your hair, byers. i'm so close to grabbing some scissors and getting your old hair back."
"i'll think about it." he says, he let's go and the other dude who you didn't know walked over as jonathan introduced him, "this is my friend, argyle. he was honestly a big help on our end."
"sup." argyle says. you just nodded and shook his hand, "pleasure to meet you."
after the reunions and such, you, steve, robin and dustin went to the school and volunteered to help out the people that are in need. you were helping steve fold clothes as the both of you had noticed robin talking and smiling with her crush, vickie. and then you had broken this two day silence with steve after what he said, "about that night--"
"no, no, it's fine." he cuts you off, "i shouldn't have dropped that on you while we were on the possibility of not making it. it's not fair to you, and i was crossing a million boundaries. and i--" you stopped steve from rambling further by kissing him to shut up. you pulled away with a smile on your face, "i understand, really. because, i had imagined my own future for you apart of it for a while. in like, any possible way, you were there. maybe not the six kids in an rv, traveling across the country type suburban dream. but just, a nice one where we don't have to worry about demogorgan's, and the mind flayer, and vecna, and just the upside down in general." you stopped yourself for a second to catch your breath before proceeding, "i just personally didn't wanna say anything because i didn't wanna ruin this friendship we had built if you didn't feel the same. but hey, you do, and that's great! but, maybe we just take our time slow. cause i'm definitely not ready for six kids."
"i can see that." he smiled, "we don't have to have six kids if you're not comfortable with it. that's totally fine."
you returned a smile at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek and went back to folding clothes, "thank you." then you had also adding, "i'm glad i was there whole you were sulking on halloween night two years ago."
"i'm glad too."
a/n: hope you guys enjoyed! honestly, I wouldn't mind getting some stranger things requests for steve and other characters like nancy, jonathan, robin, max, lucas (I may need to make a new post on who you guys can requests from which fandoms again and a new masterlist but not at the moment)
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Misunderstandings
Pairing: Hyunjin x autistic reader
Genre: Angsty with fluffy ending
Prompt: Y/n comes off as cold and distant and it pisses off Hyunjin.
Word count: 2,772
Warning: an autistic meltdown, ignorance, ableism (depending on how you interpret this), a panic attack, and things that you should never say to an autistic person, please don't read if any of these trigger you
Author's notes: This is based on a fic I read that I lowkey hated, because it triggered me. The reader in the fic wasn't even autistic, but the way I interpreted them made it hard for me to read. I will not name the fic or writer, because I have nothing against it and they didn’t actually do anything wrong. I actually love all the other works they have too. Also so there is no confusion, I am an autistic person and the meltdown is kinda based on some of my experiences, so once again please don’t read if this is something that makes you uncomfortable. Idk but this also feels like it could have another part. This is my first fic on tumblr so please be nice to me lmao.
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Sweaty and scared. That was all you felt as you sat, stuffed in the farthest corner from Hyunjin. You never once dared to look at the pissed off man who had been staring holes into you since the moment you came into this dreadfully tiny room.
The door was locked shut from the outside and neither of you had a lick of network connection to contact anyone for help. You hated yourself for agreeing to speak to him alone. You thought he needed your help and technically it's your job to help the boys, but you'd accidently broken one of the rules your mentor Chan had set for you.
'Never spend any time with the boys alone'. You knew that if Chan found out about this he wouldn't be too mad at you, but it still made your heart beat aggressively in your chest. It was so loud you hoped Hyunjin couldn't hear it.
Hyunjin however, let out a deep frustrated sigh that heightens your senses farther to a point that was unhealthy and you buried your face deeper into your sweater paws. Your hoodie was covering your face and you pressed your upper body farther into your knees. You were hoping and praying that someone would come open the door so you could run off and cry in peace, but as of now you used all your willpower to keep your heavy tears in your burning eye sockets.
Even more frustratingly enough from Hyunjin's point of view this was another way of you being rude and ignoring him, so he spoke up.
"Even when it's just the two of us you're still gonna ignore me and not even look at me?" He said in a tone that caused your stomach to drop further.
You slowly turned to look up at him, but you didn't dare to make eye contact with him.
"What? You gonna mock me by just staring at me like I'm dumb??" He asked in a sarcastic tone of voice.
You shake your head at him, but words did not make any move to exit your mouth and your lips quivered. You secretly cursed the 'higher' force that seemed to 'will' you to be non-verbal at the moment. "You can't speak or something???" He asked in a more agitated voice that only made it harder to try and at least form a gesture that could help your case.
You shake your head again and look away quickly, because you can feel the weight of your tears being too heavy for you to hide anymore. He rolls his eyes as he watches you turn your head away from him again. "I don't know why you're being such a stuck up bitch." He says before turning away from you as well.
"All the guys and I only just want to be nice to you and you insist on ignoring us and being an asshole." He finishes before slouching against the wall. He decided he'd just give up on you.
You however curled into a ball and slumped to the ground. A quiet, but audible broken sob left your mouth as your body began to shake constantly. The words he said hurt like hell, because you only ever tried to be good to him and the rest of the guys, but working while being autistic and having non-verbal spells that come at random never made anything easy for you.
What hurt the most though, was the fact that you've been in a situation like this before and it always made you feel less than human. It seemed like you were a waste of space and always caused problems to the people around you. It was as if you could never do anything right no matter how hard you tried. You wanted to run and hide so bad.
Your cries made Hyunjin turn his head sharply and look at you in bamboozlement. "Are you crying?!" He asked in a whisper scream. Your body can only shake harder as you shake your head no rapidly, as if trying to convince yourself more than him. You try to open your mouth and say no, but the only thing that comes out is a broken sob yet again. Your body seems to only unravel from its fetal-like position as you hug yourself while rocking back and forth for comfort.
Hyunjin begins to panic and the weight of the words he had so carelessly thrown at you began to set in. He realized that what he said was rude and very insensitive of him.
"I- I'm sorry.. please just.." He trails off as his mind begins to race at the speed of light.
You stay a shaking anxious mess on the floor for a minute, before Hyunjin's body moves before his mind can stop him.
"I apologize Y/n please… just be okay.." He says in a shaky voice as he reaches out to you. He only ghosts his hand over your trembling head so as not to make your meltdown worse.
It takes a while for you to calm down as Hyunjin sits next to you talking about random things, so you could just focus on his voice. He had come to the conclusion that you were having some kind of panic attack or meltdown so he opted to help you calm down before talking things out with you.
When you finally come too again, Hyunjin quiets down and looks at you with a concerned face. "Are you okay?" He asks you in a skittish voice as if the last thing he wanted to do was cause another meltdown for you.
You nod softly, "yes.." you shutter out. Your voice is hoarse and barely audible from all the hyperventilating.
He looks at you in surprise at the fact that this is basically your first time speaking to him. Then Hyunjin started to carefully go back through the encounters that caused him to think you were rude.
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"Hey guys." Chan greets as he walks into the practice room that everyone is currently in. "I want y'all to meet someone real quick. She's a friend and she's gonna be working for us for a while to get service hours for school." Chan says as a person walks from behind the door and waves quickly. She also made a point not to make eye contact with anyone, as she slowly made her way to stand behind Chan.
"Her name is Y/n and she can be a little quiet so don't mind her." Chan says on behalf of her. “She is going to be a helper of sorts. She’ll get us food, drinks, run errands, and do things like clean the practice room and sometimes the dorms.”
"Nice to meet you Y/n." All the guys say in unison with a quick bow. They smile and wave at you. You smile shyly and give another small wave, before shifting into a stiff bow and scurrying out the room as if it smelled bad.
'That was weird. She could have at least spoken back' Hyunjin thinks while side eyeing the place she had just been standing.
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From then on every Time you had to interact with one of the guys that wasn’t Chan, you were very very quiet. All of them would make small talk and you would only ever nod your head and/or gesture to get your point across. Sometimes on very rare occasions you would make a very small noise to indicate a response. After some time the guys got used to it and just accepted that you would not be speaking anytime soon and some of them found it endearing. As you were nice enough that it slipped their mind.
Hyunjin however saw you speak to Chan on multiple occasions and that didn’t sit well with him. He thought you had judged all the boys on the first time you met them and decided that they weren’t good enough to talk to. It seemed to him that you only talked to Chan, because he was the only reason you had the job.
The moment that made his blood boil the most however was a couple of days ago. You came over earlier that day to clean the dorm per Chan’s request. After a few hours of cleaning and organizing, Chan offered that you stay and eat lunch with them. The thought had you terrified, but you didn’t wanna be rude by turning down the request. You agreed to stay, but you had no idea how to interact with any of the boys.
You sat in between Felix and Han as they yelled at the TV while playing video games. You were all squished up and you looked stiff and uncomfortable. Hyunjin was the first to notice and he tried to help you. “Y/n are you uncomfortable? You can come sit next to me.” He said while patting the seat next to him.
You quickly nodded and made your way over to sit by him. You sat as far away from him as possible and pulled your knees to your chest. “So, how have you been doing?” He asked, trying to make small talk with you. You however were terrified, because this wasn’t a ‘yes or no’ question that you could answer with a head nod. You sadly got so used to only having to nod and/or gesture, but you couldn’t do that this time. Your mind raced and at first you thought maybe just ignore him and act like you didn’t hear him. You knew that right now was not a moment you could speak and then the thought of ignoring him made you feel aggressively guilty. You turned to stare at Hyunjin with wide eyes and your mouth fell open, but nothing came out. “Y/n?” He asked after you hadn’t given him an answer for a while. “Are you going to answer?” He asked a little loud this time. All of the boys turned to look at you guys and you began to shake. All the eyes that seemed to be judging you and the annoyed look on Hyunjin’s face activated your fight or flight response.
You were quick to get up and give a rushed and frantic bow, before basically running out the front door leaving everyone confused. From Hyunjin’s point of view it was like every other time you had been ‘rude’ to him or one of the guys. That was the day he decided he had to speak to you. In a place where you had to answer him and could not ignore him.
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Though now that he looks at you on the floor. You didn’t look rude or stuck up right now. Heck now that he got out of his feelings and looked at you through a different lens, you looked scared, awkward, and like you felt out of place just like all the other times he had looked at you. Sometimes you looked ‘normal’, but you never looked mean. You just didn’t speak like other people he met. “Y/n?” He called out in a voice that you weren’t used to hearing from him.
He sounded calm and it made your heart rate slow down a tad bit, “Why don’t you speak to anyone, but Chan? I don’t mean to attack you, I’m genuinely curious, but after all the terrible things I’ve said I understand it you don’t wanna answer me.” Hyunjin spoke while looking at the wall opposite of you.
It took you a minute to collect your thoughts, but Hyunjin waited patiently while you sat up and turned your body to face him. You didn’t make eye contact, but you looked at his chest, “Sometimes I… cannot speak.. when I am… in stressful situations?” You said very very quietly. Your voice strained and stressed from all the hyperventilating and having not spoken in a while. Hyunjin however didn’t care. He leans in closed so that he can hear you perfectly. He was delighted that you were finally having a conversation with him. Especially after all the uncomfortable situations he now felt like he’d put you in. He nodded his head to show that he was listening to you whole-heartedily and you opened your mouth to continue, “Sometimes I just have non verbal moments even when I’m not stressed..” You say a little more clearly.
“Oh.. that makes sense..” Hyunjin trails off as he feels even more terrible than before. His heart drops even farther now that he realizes that he caused you so much stress that you had a meltdown that lasted for almost 30 minutes. “I’m so fucking sorry. Please, you don’t have to forgive me, but just know that I am remorseful about how I made you feel. I didn’t know my actions caused you so much stress. Now that I think about it, they were absolutely disgusting.” He said so earnestly that it made your heart melt. No one had ever apologized for anything they’d done to you, except Chan and now Hyunjin.
“I.. forgive you… Hyunjin.” You say with a smile. His face lights up at the sound of his name coming out of your mouth, but more so at the fact you accepted his apology even though deep down he still felt like shit for what he had done. After you got used to being around Hyunjin, you guys fell into a little conversation about anything and everything. He tried making you laugh; he also didn't even care if you didn’t speak back sometimes. He was so happy you were finally comfortable enough to talk to him.
The time also seemed to pass faster and soon Chan made his way into the room. He had been looking for the both of you guys for a while. The other guys told him that y’all left together and he wasn’t too mad about it. He knew you off all people wouldn’t do anything stupid or out of pocket. Chan turned to look at you guys and he almost instantly knew what was going on.
He let out a little awkward laugh as he opened the door, “Did you force Y/n in a small room with you in the hopes of getting her to speak to you?” He said a tiny bit disappointed that he should have stumped any misconceptions about you, so that something like this wouldn’t happen. You giggled a little and hid your face in your hoodie-clad hands. Hyunjin’s face went red instantly and he started stuttering. “I- I didn’t.. W-well when you put it like that.. I- I just asked her?… Sorry..” He gives up trying to defend his case as if he had one anyways. Your giggles increased in volume and Chan began to laugh too. Hyunjin smiled at you glad he wasn’t causing you stress anymore.
Both of you guys stepped out of the tiny room and Chan spoke up again, “Y/n?” He looked at you for permission. You nod your head, “She has autism and I’m sure you know about her non verbal moments by now.” He said to Hyunjin who gave you a surprised and sorrowful look. You put your hands up in small gestures that indicate that all is well. “Once again.. I apologize Y/n. Can we still be friends?” He asked while holding out his hand for you to shake if you wanted to. You smiled and softly took his hand, giving a little shake. Chan smiles widely at you guys before you all retreat from the stuffy room.
#hyunjin#skz x reader#hyunjin x reader#straykids#hyunjin scenarios#stray kids x reader#bang chan#lee know#changbin#stray kids han#lee felix#seungmin#jeongin
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House wife
Minors dni (NSFW)
Miguel O’hara x Fem!housewife reader
TW: Mention of sex ofc, fingering , orgasm denial, pussy eating, dacryphilia (if ya squint hard enough) lmk if i’ve missed anything
Other notes: small amounts of spanish. I will put spanish words, sentences and phrases in italics and the translation will be in parentheses ()
NOT PROOF READ SO FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME ON ANY MISTAKES (politely ofc🤗)
Considering the fact that your husband, Miguel is the most important person within the Spider-Society you two don’t very often get to spend time together. He’s always working late night shifts at HQ and constantly on missions catching anomalies during the day. If you’re being completely honest with yourself you feel a little bit touch starved…who am I kidding you were definitely touch starved.
One night you weren’t expecting Miguel to be home because of the fact that he told you he had to stay overnight at HQ working on papers but I guess he decided against it once he noticed that he really doesn’t see you often. “Cariño, I’m hom-“ (Dear, I’m hom-) Miguel stoped mid sentence gawking in awe at what he walked in on. You were spread so beautifully across the bed with your legs wide open giving him the perfect view of your fingers buried deep inside your cunt as you desperately chased your release.
When you noticed he had walked in on you whilst you were doing..you know what, you immediately snapped your legs together and sat up properly, cheeks red from embarrassment. “Miguel! I-I didn’t think you’d be home tonight..” you sheepishly mumbled. “Yea I can tell. You looked like you need some help.”. Before you could even begin to comprehend what he had said Miguel was already on the bed spreading your legs.
“So wet already mami..All this f’me?” he chuckled as he played with your clit causing you to whimper as you nodded. He began to slip his long girthy fingers into your cunt. You bit your lip as an attempt to stifle your moans. “nuh-uh hermosa (beautiful), don’t get all shy on me now. You seemed like you were perfect confident when you were fucking yourself hm?” he said making you clench around his fingers even more than you already were. “M’ so close Miguel..” you manage to breathe out while you cover your face with a pillow as your eyes roll back. Just as you were about to cum his fingers come to a complete stop and tears start to well up in your eyes as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to fade away.
“Miguel please..why did you stop” you breathe out as tears begin flowing down your face. “Don’t cry baby.” he says as he kisses away your tears. “I’ll let you come just don’t take your eyes of me when i’m making you feel this good okay? Let’s try again mi reina” (my queen)” You nod desperately waiting for him to start again. He places his head in between your legs and immediately starts eating you like a starved man. All you could do is moan his name and whimper incoherent words as he looks up at you watching every movement your face makes.
“Miguel i’m gonna cum soon! Please let me cum this time!” You say and he groans in acknowledgment of your words as he speeds up his pace until your body is convulsing as you cum all over his face.
“Good girl.” he says as he kisses up and down your body until he reaches your ear and whispers “I’m going to fill you up so we’ll you’ll never have to think about pleasing yourself again.”
That’s all yalllllll. should i do a Pt. 2 !?
There was a inspiration post for this fic but i can’t find the original post if i do find it i’ll update this and add their username so u can follow them and hopefully be inspired by them too! Until then peace !! 💋
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Alright we're gonna do our first big compilation of my longass notes for a friend of the blogs fic, obviously we mUST start with The Thunder Answered Back by @spicymiilk
Fair warning, I would read the whole fic before reading my notes and laughing/crying along with me. I do think you can go chapter by chapter if you wish. Also a fair warning, I usually cull my notes before posting a fic comment; I really let myself go wild here. Proceed with caution.
Chapter one I didn't have too many notes bc I was deep in it and also there wasn't too too much cringe. Idk if this is well known about me, but I can watch like, hardcore porn or gore and not flinch. I used to watch Animal Planet vet shows while eating cheese its when I got home from school, just munching away while they did surgery on little puppies. But if you write even a tiny bit of cringe it takes me like 5 business days to recover. I fully cannot look at the screen. I will leave the room if an awkward conversation happens in my tv show. I also can't not react to cuteness as well. These notes were mental escapes a lot of the time in this fic, like mother of GOD I want to die even imagining these conversations. Mortifying. Anyways.
Unhinged things I would say on the google doc but here!
DIALOGUE, dialogue, dialogue, dialogue. It can make or break a piece and it CARRIED in this one. It's so very cringe and realistic lol. Dialogue is usually the hardest for writers but I don't think our man here has this problem lol.
Great setting as well, I can feel the heat. A setting you can physically feel is so immersive, it sucks you right in, and my ass has never been to Italy but I've been on a dock and I've been in a hot thunderstorm and I can feel it all.
Obsessed with the way Spider steps into the house and Neytiri's like "dinner, gayboy??" like she was on his ass instantly skskskks. HER LITTLE SLIGHTS AT HIM?? EXPLAIN, LOL. WHAT DID THE CHILD DO? Reminds me of the time my friends mom asked me to stop calling her Chris and I didn't understand why and just blurted back "Okay, Chris." It's just so funny to me when she hates Spider in modern fics, because there's no systemic context it's just her beefing with a small child oddly lol. Having read the whole fic now, it's just Quarich's racism connection, I believe.
I am obsessed with the plight of the boys. Obviously Spider needs to leave, but I'm hoping Lo'ak escapes the military industrial complex lol. I'm so torn. I had Sully fam on the brain, and I wanted Spider's continuing relationship with them all so badly. Maybe I simply need for them to ask Spider to stay with them? Like "live with us for a year buddy, get yourself ready for college. You can do anything king but also ur part of the family, now go deflower our son."
Here is that clarifying question I asked: Did Kiri and Spider have sex??? Or did Mandy tell her about Spider's dick? OR BOTH? I simply could not figure that out. Also missed opportunity to name that character Ninat for the lols. The next generation of Ninat's beefing with and over Sully men.
Now that you've given me my answer, truly hilarious comedic content for everyone around.
Kiri, at night: want to hear about Spider’s dick?
Lo’ak, charcoal and paper out, ready to create an impressive sketch: ew, no, go ahead.
Chapter two, FUCK OFF Jeytiri flirting karaoke is adorable, that’s hilarious. The whole scene made my heart happy bUT NOT HAPPY ENOUGH not enough comfort I need more of it.
Spider turning to Lo’ak who's aLREADY LOOKING AT HIM cause they’re both like “oh you mentioned love, let me look at my best friend,” I’ll die.
Lo’ak literally BEGGING Spider to sing so he can swoon in the corner. I love this headcanon that seems to be cropping up of Spider being like a really good singer, it's very interesting to me.
JAKE UNDERSTANDING SPIDER I’ll die. Jake’s adopted that child you can’t convince me otherwise. Dude, even Neytiri fucking sees him as part of the family, I’ll scream. The tooth gem thing??? Iconic. Loved it. She’s giving Spider specifically cookies??? I’ll die. She's included him in all their shit. Not just anyone can do family game night karaoke. The karaoke, I am obsessed. Adorable. The Kiri and Lo’ak banter means the world to me. Their limp wrist agenda, the limp wrist bullying. What will he do when he can’t hold that against her? She must be unbearable to him in return when Spider isn't there. We love a homophobic gay. It's like what I said about my roommate i slept with twice (who follows me on here and we all better hope doesn't perceive this post); "I only get offended when SHE calls me slurs because I know then it comes from a place of true homophobia."
Kiri is literally begging Spider to understand Lo’ak wants him. BEGGING LO’AK TO UNDERSTAND SPIDER WANTS HIM. Kiri trying not to die at how obvious they both are. Kiri, going to beat the shit out of Lo’ak for asking about Mandy of all people bc of how far he's gone to avoid learning about that. I STILL AM UNCLEAR AS TO IF HIS ASS ACTUALLY DIDN'T KNOW SPIDER BROKE UP WITH MANDY OR HE WAS JUST BEING AN ASS.
Also fuck u for underestimating the importance of Tuk to Spider, he wants Tuk to remember him please I swear.
Also I have noted you have hinted at Spider’s praise kink. I can see it clearly. Nothing more will be said on that topic, but sometimes a praise kink simply makes sense for a character.
'IT COMES OUT MORE LIKE GAY' that was just for me, I know. So was Ninat's kid, obviously. Now that it's cONFIRMED for me I love to know that I am the target audience of all locorro fics ever.
Spider: *calls Lo’ak baby and gets embarrassed*
Lo’ak: *rebooting*
Lol Spider punching Lo’ak for saying slurs is so funny. Lo’ak's like if I say it I ain’t it, and that's on falling for the guy that is punching me for saying the slurs.
This little "I knew" reveal was CERTAINLY not what I was expecting. Not at all. A delightful little twist huh? A little trope subversion? AN EXPLICIT DRUNK CONFESSION IS SO HEART-WRENCHINGLY AWFUL OH MY GOD. WHAT HAPPENED THEN WHAT DID THEY D O I MUST KNOW. "It’s not a big deal bc I… like u too obviously lol." That's the end of the sentence and the end of the communication. I was driven insane by that, I just finished XO Kitty, worst show ever, and I was reminded how much I despise when communication would solve legit every problem but it's handled realistically here. Communication is so hard for the boys Kiri will throw hands. And I brought your inhaler with me obvs cause I’m in love with you.
I’m sad about an asthmatic fist fight but it’s so appropriate. I am sad tho. I am a hurt/COMFORT bitch where is my COMFORT. I don't think my body is ready for a nocorro fic from u @spicymiilk my blog is about to become all comforting headcanons and we're going to ignore the plethora of Hunger Games ones I got today.
Now we have to sit here in this world where Lo'ak thought Spider was emotionally(?) cheating on Mandy with him if he thought they were still dating, the fucking clown idiot fool.
FINALLY, for the third and final chapter, with some bonus answers Andrei has given to my demanding all caps questions.
I’m so mean, I’m laughing at the idea of Kiri waking up at an ungodly 7:34am to Lo’ak ugly crying over Spider’s fake bed on the floor like he’s gone off and died in the war. She’s just like the pizza box community meme like uhhhh. Now I know this must happen oFTEN so I again figure that she must have gotten really good at sleeping through his ugly sobbing.
JHUST FUCKING LEAVE QUARITCH THIS IS SO ANNOYING GET OUT OF MY PLOT I’M TRYNA SEE KIRI’S TEXTS, ugh I'm so biased I despised how much he was in this chapter he should choke I wish asthma was contagious. Although, for some reason Quaritch calling Spider Lo’ak’s wife did things to me personally, The sweet homosexual love line then took me out back and popped me (I mean this in a like, Italian mafia putting me down outside way and not like, doing poppers outside a club although for some reason both are giving the same energy).
Neytiri murdering Spider for both turning her son gay and also making him sad can be something so personal. I still am in denial of every universe where she doesn't like him, and in this one I just love the idea of them slinking back to Italy having eloped or some shit where Spider now has to build that relationship but now having deflowered and stolen her son in the night. Hilarious. They must bond over talking about how stupid he is. They're so similar, how can the people with Jake and his clone not be.
Lol I also forgot Lo’ak got a black eye, that makes Kiri’s texts earlier so much funnier. Kiri was like they made out so hard he was struck with love. Developed a bruise. His gayness punched him in the face.
SPIDER KILL YOURSELF IM IN YOUR ROOM KICK YOUR DAD OUT IS SO FUNNY TO ME THE KYS SPECEFICALLY KILELD ME.
Oh my god the crying was all a lie, a fantasy, I’m so disappointed. More realistic, sure, but still. I am unclear as to if it was rEAL.
I had the cunt thing spoiled for me when I was catching up on posts I missed; never did I imagine lol. Almost as hilarious as Lo’ak telling Spider to die because he didn’t look at him, gay.
Spackle covering the hole in the wall, hmm, I wonder who punched that there?? Also abusive Quaritch giving romantic advice is making me want to puke up all my organs. I know Andrei says say the hole in the wall was nothing, but you can't have an abusive dad character and then mention a hole in the wall and nOT have us thinking that Quaritch punched a hole in the wall. Every reader is gonna think that.
Lol those Kiri texts and what she says is sO MEAN god I totally get why she did it but omg way to ruin a man over something that is not his decision or his fault. She’s just so so mad about the gays being dumb. Can’t believe she finally coughed up this info. Also the way Quaritch could probably hear all this through the wall makes me wanna die.
Speaking of Quaritch, what an interesting portrayal of their relationship. As a Quaritch hater, there's very few fics where I don't just fully skip long interactions with him. I gotta have really been sucked into the world, and I was with this one. I can't tell what of my feelings on the characters have made me biased on the relationship and what are my feelings on what the text portrayed. The feeling of too late in their relationship is there, overwhelmingly and devastatingly, but part of me found myself unconvinced by the attempts from Quartich. I literally can't tell if it's my own bias (most likely) or if it's my own lack of explicit background knowledge.
What we do learn of the past we learn in fragments, passing lines from Spider's internal monologue. They aren't the focal point of the story, but they are deeply important to the world created, and it leaves me with a feeling like I'm in an unfinished paint by numbers; I don't quite have the full picture. (Again, as I always say to you in my beta notes Andrei, these are incredibly harsh comments for fic. It's just good enough I'm treating it as though it's more lol (bc it can be)).
As to why everyone is finding Kiri mean; yeah she's neurospicy and we do clearly get the vibe that they talk to each other in this way, this casual banter that doesn't really mean anything. That being said, casual "kill yourself" or like "this is all your fault" and shit like that when the character is clearly upset and angry comes across as serious. Knowing Kiri as a character I didn't think she was, but reading it took me aback because as a standalone I don't have that context. In arguments and serious moments those words pack a punch, especially to a reader in such close third as we are with Spider in this one. We are WITH him and seeing only his thoughts and perspectives, his hurt is front and center so it's easy to feel hurt and defensive as a reader. I digress.
Lo’ak’s like every man in a crime show calling his wife to hear her voice one last time before he goes to to the dangerous mission and almost dies. He's like "I'll hear Spider's breathing and then know the US military is the way for me." Spider, the barrier between Lo’ak and the goddamn US military. That’s so funny to me. This is another reason to feel confused by Kiri's vitriol; it's not Spider's fault what Lo'ak chooses to do with his life and it is unfair to blame him. One line of her doing it I get, but she does it several times and the only excuse we get for her is from Spider.
Kiri is better than me I’m an awful secret keeper. But also maybe she could’ve coughed that bad boy up earlier, huh?
Tbh tho, on a serious writing note; it’s so well written because from the beginning we know exactly what is happening. They both like each other and Kiri knows both sides. That was obvious to me. You tell us from the get go that Spider is leaving when he turns 18, and that Lo’ak is leaving to join the military, WE KNOW WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN. And yet the train chugs on and each event sets it in motion instead of derailing it, leaving us with an inevitable tragedy we all saw coming. Well done. If I was giving line edits on a publishable work, I’d say speed up the timeline. Make the whole fic (so excluding prior events like the party) all happen like. A few days before Spider leaves. I want to feel it all in real time, up close, as it happens. No breaks in time. I also want that memory convo with Lo’ak earlier lol, so that the realization of it can hit later. And honestly, if it wasn’t fic I’d leave it with the Kiri and Spider convo. No happy ending. BUT NOW LET ME GO READ MY WELL DESERVED HAPPY ENDING. U would've been SICK for not including one.
Extremely uncommon fanfiction Jake Sully W here. It should be more common I am an unapologetic stan.
Them going to find each other is so funny to me. Kiri was personally sending them on a wild goose chase as revenge.
OH THERE IT IS THE COMMON JAKE SULLY L. Although driving your gay ass son to do an airport rom com moment at 5:45am is actually quite the parenting w, where the fuck was Neytiri she would’ve been much more efficient. I mean she wouldn't have let him go, but she would've been efficient about it.
The idea of Lo’ak making his final decision to go to the military earlier in the day and then not actually doing it until he wakes Jake up at 2am makes me cackle. Jake: you go get that dick son, your mother can kill us both later.
ALSO WHY’S HE PULLING HIS SHIRT COLLAR SO HIGH, HMMM, ANDREI??? Showing up to meet his grandmother absolutely dEFILED. Does Lo'ak even have a change of clothes, that monster.
It’s 2:18am (when I originally write this), I have work tomorrow as I do literally every day of the week, and I’m just smiling to myself at this shit. Criticism: not enough of them being happy and also I didn’t get to learn what depraved things Spider wanted to do to Lo’ak that he drunkenly told him about that Lo’ak then had to live with torturing himself (and Kiri) over for months.
Andrei's response on what Spider drunkenly said to Lo'ak for the people: The depraved things are as follows— spider sat his ass in Lo’ak’s lap, completely and utterly gone, and waved poetry about Lo’ak’s long and strong fingers for at least ten minutes. He also made sure to mention his borderline tank top kink. Lo’ak definitely did not internalize that
I just have to say; I should've expected that. Those two gay ass losers to simply lose their minds over tHAT, which is like nOTHING. A REGULAR CONVERSATION I'D DARE SAY. ONE OF THE FIRST CONVERSATIONS I HAD WITH ONE OF MY ROOMMATES WAS ABOUT HER HAND KINK, SO I RECIPROCATED BY SAYING I THOUGHT THE DWARVES IN LOTR HAD GOOD HANDS. LO'AK WAS DEAD, SIMPLY MURDERED, A BLUSHING FOOL OVER THAT.
Lo'ak, stumbling into his and Kiri's room: Spider confessed his love for me and said... depraved things.
Kiri: OH MY GOD WHAT DID HE SAY.
Lo'ak: He said he likes my tank tops... I can barely speak of it out loud.
Kiri: Oh. 🙄
Also lowkey Kiri has to be enraged they’re normal now that they’re away from her. ALSO DOESN’T THAT BITCH LO’AK HAVE SCHOOL?? Hilarious all around. Lo’ak brings Spider back because they cannot be apart and then keeps him in his and Kiri’s room for the next year until he finishes high school. They see how long they can go without Quaritch finding out Spider’s nearby. Kiri hates them so much, especially now that they fuck in her space.
Andrei said in response to this: Lo’ak finished school in Florida!! Pulled a fast one on the school system and said hey I’m smart enough to finish like two classes here. Kiri didn’t speak to EITHER of them for months. Neytiri would call to check up and Kiri would be whining in the background about how she’s betraying her
They make up when Spider saves up to get her a ticket to visit them for a summer 🤸
The idea of Lo'ak never returning is so funny to me in so many ways. First of all, Spider dropping him off and picking him up like he's the sexy older boyfriend in every romcom ever. Second, the idea of Spider bullying him for having to go to school still. Three, they just squat with Spider's grandma, and she's like god I expected one gay loser not TWO. Four, Neytiri calling to check up just resulting in her and Spider both bitching about Lo'ak and Kiri respectively here is how the Neytiri and Spider fanboys can win-
Also, the idea of someone having to tell Neteyam about this makes me want to cry real tears of laughter. He’s in his first semester of college someone free him.
Andrei said: Let neteyam live in blissful ignorance. He knew Lo’ak was a raging homosexual for their entire lives and the second he saw spider he was like. Oooohhh okay. And then he never looked again the mental strength required to deal with it was just too much
Kiri, on facetime: so Lo'ak followed Spider-
Neteyam, opening a textbook in his Harvard dorm room or some shit:
#these are v fun please let me know if theres another fic u want these on lol#i do have to say tho they aren't for the faint of heart as sometimes i get like#somewhat critical or cw-majory-y about techniques or structure of texts or characters#i just know my besties like it but if that's not for you my notes posts aren't for u either#anyways if you read all this and didn't go read this fic ur crazy first of all#and like me way too much#but go read!!#i hope this is what u guys were looking for when you said you wanted these? more to come maybe#miles spider socorro#spider socorro#lo'ak sully#locorro#kiri sully#jake sully#neytiri sully#tuktirey sully#miles quaritch#neteyam sully#ninat#avatar#avatar the way of water#james cameron avatar#melissa og#melissa on avatar (cameron)#fic recs
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For the unwritten fics: 7 (for ted, obvs), 10, 15!
7. What are your plans for -character-?
Sorry, this is such a funny question out of context. I have many plans for that sad dad and some of them may even make it into published fics one day but off the top of my head, the gist of my plans are:
Ted gets laid (angsty)
Ted gets laid (happy)
Ted gets laid (emotional)
Ted gets laid (filthy)
Ted comes back to London and his old job
Ted goes on a road trip
and just to cover all my bases, Ted is sad.
15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?
Answered this here! But there's another unwritten thing I guess I think about once in awhile, which I had a vague idea for after the s3 ep where Ted calms himself down from his panic attack but I don't think I'll ever actually write so I'm just gonna summarise the whole thing in a long run-on sentence:
Basically Roy sees/overhears Ted chanting "he's okay" quietly to himself and surmises it's about Henry and he takes Ted outside to look at the moon because when he first went off to Sunderland he called his grandad crying about being so far away and his grandad told him to go outside and look at the moon because no matter how far apart they were they'd always be looking at the same moon and the whole thing is essentially just a conversation they have lying on the pitch while looking up at the sky.
10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?
This isn't actually from one of the 'plans' OR the idea mentioned above but it's another one I don't think I'm ever actually going to finish so thought I might as well share some of it. It's a Thanksgiving fic with Henry, Michelle, and Ted's mom all visiting London (established but background T/R iirc). I wrote most of it more than a year ago but surprisingly the Ted's mom characterisation still fits pretty well I think (except her name but that would be pretty cray cray if I guessed it right). Anyway! Here's a little Ted & Michelle part of it (behind a read more since this is already so long).
“Thought you could use this.”
Michelle glances up to see Ted holding a bottle out towards her. The corner of her mouth quirks up. She takes it gratefully, sipping lightly as he settles down next to her on the steps.
“So,” he says after a brief, loaded silence, “you gonna tell me what that was all about back there, or am I gonna have to try this beer tactic with my momma instead?”
Michelle doesn’t crack. “Don’t ask your mom.”
“Okay…” He peers at her. “You realize you’re making me more worried, right? Not less? You can see how you might be doin’ that? With this whole thing?” He gestures between them.
She sighs, holding the bottle to her forehead. “Ted, I’m sorry, but sometimes your mother can be a real—”
“Pain in the ass?” Ted guesses.
“I was gonna say ‘piece of work’ but hey, if you wanna go there…”
“Okay." She lets him tug the bottle away from her face, watching him put it carefully down on the step between them. "Michelle, what on earth is goin' on?”
She sighs again, then finally shifts to face him. “Ted, you know sending Henry to live here…you know that’s as much for him as it is for you, right?”
He swallows audibly. “Are you second-guessing this whole thing, ‘cos I know I’ve always been a bit of a soft touch with him but it’s only been like three months, you gotta give me more of a chance, I promise I’ll—”
“No, Ted, it’s not—” She shakes her head vehemently. “You’re doing fine.” She smiles. “More than fine. Henry seems to have really settled in well here.”
“Oookay…” He tilts his head. “Is that what’s botherin’ you? That he’s doing too well? ‘Cos I swear, he misses you like crazy. And I lied, I’m still a soft touch. I totally bribed him into eating those green beans earlier. But I swear to god, the kid is—”
“No, no, Ted, it’s not—” She cuts him off with a laugh and his mouth falls shut. She stares at him quietly for a long moment before she flicks her gaze away, back out to the long garden. In the dark it looks like it goes on forever.
“God, I’m going to have to tell you, aren’t I.”
“I think so?”
It feels like it’s always like this between them, the punctuation remarks reversed, and it used to be so exhausting, to be the one always carrying around the full stop, but she appreciates it about him more, now, that he doesn’t push. Now that she has some distance, she can fully appreciate the rarity of it, of the way he can prompt and give space all on the same turn.
#I feel like I'm actually not doing this right but oh well#I think I am no longer in my '10s of concurrent WIPs I'm actively working on' era#instead my google docs is riddled with half-written unpublished fics and idk who that person was who wrote them#ANYWAY#thanks for asking!!#ask game#asks#kittensittin
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I am now curious about what your favorite Tarlos scene is.
I knew you were going to ask me this question, and I was still not prepared. So you get a crazy rambling answer from the Flight Crew Lounge at the San Francisco Airport as I'm waiting to go back to DC. So be prepared.
There are literally so many moments that it's almost impossible to choose, I know everyone probably says this but I mean it. But if I had to narrow it down, I would definitely say a similar answer to you. My favorite scene is when Carlos finds TK on the couch looking at photo albums after his bad call and his subsequent choice to blow off his meeting. I read a really good fic from Carlos's perspective that was a coda to this episode (right after Carlos leaves the loft at the end) and kind of wrote about my thoughts in a comment, so this is it expanded. The fic is called "This Love We Carry" and its by @thevenstar, you can find it here, I highly recommend it.
I liked the episode from a Carlos characterization too. I'm gonna preface this by saying that I read a lot into characters and between the lines when it comes to dialogue and I'm sure that I interpreted certain moments and scenes differently than others, but that is the point of writing and discussion. Throughout the season its seemed as though he has an innate desire to help people in any way. We saw this too in 2x08 when he makes the risky choice to let the man with the bomb go, but we saw it a lot this season with his desire to help TK (and more importantly keep him safe).
Carlos loves TK so much that he wants to keep him safe in as many ways as he can (honestly who can blame him!), and gets upset if he cannot do so and IMHO we saw this in three big instances that I can pull off the top of my head:
1x08 he's visibly upset and crying while visiting TK in the hospital after he was shot.
2x08 there's a close up shot of him holding TK after the EMS crew was rescued. The one where you can see TK's head kinda droop and it looks like he's passing out a bit, but Carlos has what I can describe as a kind of scared/empty look in his eyes. I interpreted it as being genuinely scared for what could have happened.
2x12 after the fire when he's trying to keep a straight face after the fire and eventually lets go, apologizing for not having a fire extinguisher in the bedroom
3x08 in several places: (a)-Carlos wishes he could make everything better (take away TK's pain) (b)-the reunion hug at the airport, most notably when Carlos says "I kept thinking, I'm the one that put him on the plane" *** (we'll come back to this later)
3x12 his first thought after hearing about Sadie being the baddie was to find TK, only to try and get to him but to also pass out as well *** (we'll come back to this as well)
3x13 the entire episode (see below lol)
I'm sure there's more but that's all that I can think about in my head right now. But anyway, we've established that Carlos has a desire to keep people (mostly TK) safe. And I think that to some extent, he harbors some guilt about the times that he has failed to do so namely: not having a fire extinguisher in their bedroom so they are trapped in a horrible situation where they almost die in their own home, putting him on a plane that then has a mechanical emergency and having to watch helplessly from the ground, not realizing soon enough that Sadie was in fact a crazy person who assaulted the both of them in there own home again (etc)...
3x13 was such a wake-up call for him. It was the first time that he truly had to deal with the consequences of TK's addiction, not to mention his other issues (I'm positive at this point TK's grief has morphed into a depression of some sort, its quite common). These issues are so much more different than what he's used to and cannot necessarily be solved by something as simple as keeping extra up-to-date fire extinguishers in every room. You can tell that Carlos sort of doesn't really know what to do, so he reverts to being the normal, loving, sweet, caring partner he's always been for TK.
In fact, he says things like "I know I haven't been in the program, but if there's anything that you want to get off your chest..."
And then there's the whole business with Cooper, TK's sponsor.
I definitely do not think Carlos is jealous. I mean, it felt like the writers tried to do that for a little bit during the time where Carlos first met Cooper (that whole scene was pretty funny actually), but I think everything changed on that end when Carlos woke up in the middle of the night to find TK in the living room on the phone with him, and then subsequently their "dinner" discussion (you framed it as not a fight--which I agree with). There definitely is a part of Carlos that's jealous, not because TK is hanging out with someone who's really handsome (Carlos doesn't care about that part there's a whole line about it: "You know he's straight right?" "Why does that matter?"), but rather he's jealous of the fact that there is someone who TK feels is actually able to help him who isn't his boyfriend who loves him more than anything else in the world and just wants to keep him safe (there's another line about that as well: "I just feel like he's getting parts of you that I'm not getting).
Side note: this also leads into my favorite Tarlos lines (outside of TK's proposal):
Carlos: I just feel like he's getting parts of you that I'm not getting.
TK: You don't want those parts.
Carlos: I do! I want all of it.
TK: You have all of me Carlos.
Carlos: Do I?
TK: Yes!
UGH SO GOOD.
Anyway, up to this point, 3x13 felt like an exploration of Carlos's inner anxiety telling him that TK finally realized that Carlos couldn't protect him and thus he found someone who could. You can actually see him come to that realization when he says "I'm not enough, you mean." when TK is telling him about how he needs people in his life who have been in the trenches with their own addictions who can help in ways that Carlos can't. TK, bless his heart, is trying to tell Carlos that there are definitely times when he won't be able to help in all the ways he can, and that Carlos has to trust that TK knows how to get help when he needs it.
Okay *phew*, we've spent all that time explaining the background now its time for me to (finally) answer the question originally asked: why is the scene above my favorite?
Carlos sees TK in pain and he isn't truly getting the help that he talked about needing. He didn't go to his meeting, he didn't call his sponsor. He's just choosing to listen to his sad boi playlist (I assume) and let the depression consume him. Carlos has finally come to the realization that by calling Cooper himself (even after running a background check), he IS helping TK in the way that TK himself has said he needs it. I think that realization is beautiful in a way, he's recognizing that TK has chosen to get help and fight the battles he needs to fight because he wants to get better and Carlos calling Cooper reaffirms that he knows TK was making a choice and that he respects that choice and need to get better.
I think after this scene, the boys were truly in the strongest place they could have been, especially after the tumultuous relationship they've had and the traumas they've been through.
I'm sorry this turned into an essay. I honestly love Tarlos so much and can talk literal volumes about them as you can tell. Trust me.
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10 for the ask game
10. The Dragon Ball series isn’t exactly known for being consistent with its story, its characters, and various other things. Which inconsistency irritates you the most?
Omg . This question.
Okay, there are a hundred million things I would change abt dragon ball if I could, but the thing that pisses me off the most is definitely inconsistency with Gohan's characterization. Namely,
[deep breath]
Gohan should have stayed/become the main character after Cell Saga what the hell.
I'm really tired rn so I can't elaborate as much as I want to but holy shit Buu saga really dropped the ball on this and it's one of the reasons I don't like that arc much. For a while before I knew what the arc was actually about, I got duped into thinking it would be largely Gohan-centric. Focusing on his relationship with humanity and his peers when he attends school / his old trauma/fears/idk.. anything negative or introspective?? Resurfacing when his dad comes back and shit inevitably hits the fan again.
(mandatory "thank for for existing, the Red Boy fic" statement. Look it up it's great I got derailed while reading the last chapter and I feel bad abt not getting back to it yet h)
But instead..... No? Gohan frustratingly gets yanked off center stage halfway through Buu saga, thanks to Toriyama's unfortunate authorship situation at the time. And after that he just....... Stays there. In the wings of Goku and Vegeta's story instead of taking the mantle of MC. It's really disappointing to me, and it's one of the reasons I still haven't watched Super lmao.
Ik I talk about piccolo for 172783736 hours at a time but Gohan's character arc is really the one that carries Z for me up to Buu saga. I consider Cell saga to be an infinitely superior end to his character arc, and I think the way it sticks the landing there is another reason why Buu saga gets on my nerves so much.
I've talked abt this with friends, but current Gohan also feels largely void of the gamut of emotions he was shown to have while younger, and that bugs the hell out of me. Obviously he's matured, but the fear and insecurity and loss he struggled with pre-buu arc feels strangely muted. Like he isn't allowed to cry now that he's an adult or something (though Goku got hit with this same problem, sigh). This doesn't help his already bad sidelining.
In Buu saga and Super, his repeated cycle of "BAMF fight where he comes out on top as strongest Z fighter→ peacetime→ complacency and domestic life→ uh oh he's weak now→ gets admonished for it and wins the day again" could be SUCH a good foundation for a compelling character arc, but they just. Don't do it! So it comes off as redundant and uncharacteristically negligent on Gohan's part. For as much as I love it, Super Hero drops the ball with this too.
I'm just gonna port my messages from discord and let y'all glean the gist
Basically Gohan feels kinda McGuffin-ized at this point and it makes me sad. He literally had a CELL clone in front of him and had no visible reaction or even an acknowledgement. He's verbally passionate about things like the saiyaman gig or entomology or his family, but the plot and writing don't allow him to actually struggle with the obligation his power gives him.
Like. He might on the surface, sure, but ultimately he just rolls over whenever someone goads him into fighting again (I have seen that part(s) of super don't @ me). I just can't help but see wasted potential and a character with somewhat weak writing. It really is like they just don't know what to do with him now. And that's a real shame because he still is my 1st/2nd favorite character and I am still interested in his arc. Way more so than Goku or Vegeta's. I just wish they would DO something with it 😭
Anyway. Can you believe this isn't even all my thoughts on the matter hdhdhdkdjdj
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What happened in cpd that has you excited? I'm not caught up but it's fine to spoil it for me
Hello, nonny!
I am... thinking so many thoughts about this episode and my Mouse headcanons and I want to write a fic in any of my various AUs where Jay and Mouse are still with the team so they can have an input on this case and everything going down with it, but I don't have time, so instead I will sit and think about things and cry about them???
And, while you don't mind spoilers, I will put everything about last night's episode under a read more for anyone who doesn't want to be spoiled 💜
The thing is... I put off watching this episode because I had stuff to do and I usually prioritize Fire and Med. I'm quieter now about my opinions but, until this episode, I didn't care about Voight's problems. Like at all.
And then this episode happened. And I care about this Voight storyline so much. I love that he gets to be a Dad again. Opening up the episode with the scene in the bar and the picture of Justin is gonna live in my heart and my soul forever.
Brief recap of the episode:
Voight discovers blood in an alleyway and looks at the cameras from the store on the corner to see what's going on. He sees footage of an abduction, and the unit looks into it because... of course they do. And they find the identity of the victim and call his family...
The kid's name is Noah Gorman, he's 19 years old, and he's been living in Chicago for two months. His mother says she doesn't need updates on the case because she "no longer [has] a son." His parents kicked him out of their home in Indiana when he came out to them as gay. He ran away to Chicago, started doing drugs, and was abducted from the alleyway when he stopped to pet a cat.
Now... I am... me? So, obviously, I was already sad about Mouse like ten minutes into the episode when all this was dropped on me. A baby? Kicked out and disowned for being gay? Drugs???
I also got to see Greg the mouse so that was fun
I was actually a little startled by how Voight interacted with this kid. He was so gentle and careful when talking about his trauma, very clearly aware of how hard the entire situation was. I mean, this kid was completely alone in a new city, got abducted, was stabbed half a dozen times... He just wanted to be left alone to be miserable, and Voight wouldn't let him. He talked him out of a spiral and is now letting Noah stay with him in his house so that he isn't completely alone and scared.
I love that Voight is stepping into this parental role again, it's something that we haven't really seen since s4 when Erin was still there. (I know people make arguments for his relationship with Jay but that wasn't fatherly, in my opinion, that was an authority figure when Jay has been taking orders since he was 18 years old)
I'm actually very excited to see where this goes. I don't know how I'm gonna wait three weeks to see more of this without imploding.
#answered#anon#anonymouse#alex says things#cpd spoilers#one chicago spoilers#me? excited for a voight storyline???#this is my new favorite episode of cpd not clickbait
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Good Directions (Steve Harrington)
A/N: Hey y'all! Here is another Steve Harrington fic that my brain came up with! I had this in my head for a while and I wasn't sure what I was going to do with it but here it is! Anyway! I hope you enjoy it!
PS: Pretty please don't copy my work! I worked hard on this and I will cry! Thank you! :) <3
PPS: I have no idea why I'm on a country music kick either, it's not what I usually listen to. So we're just not gonna talk about it :)
Summary: Based on the song "Good Directions" by Billy Currington
Word Count: 721
It was a hot summer day in Southern Illinois. The sun was blazing but someone had to keep the small community stocked up on their local fruits. So there you were sitting under an umbrella in the shade trying to keep cool. You had been entertaining yourself by watching as the cars drove by, but right now you found yourself snacking on Cheeto Puffs and reading a book that just came out, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe.
You started a new chapter when a car pulled up. You didn’t recognize the car, even when you read the license plate that read ‘H4R1T0N’.
When the person got out of the car, you knew that you didn’t know them, because you didn’t know anyone this pretty.
The man got out of the car and came around to your fruit stand. You stand up and greet him with a smile, “Hi there! Whatcha lookin’ to get today?”
He smiled back at you.
Holy shit that is gorgeous.
“Uh, I’m not really here for anything I was wondering if you could give me some directions? I got turned around and I’m looking for the Interstate.”
“Oh! Well, it’s a good thing that you found me because I am the woman for the job!” you answered almost kind of disappointed.
You point in a direction, “So if you go way up yonder, go past the caution light,” he nodded along listening intently.
“Okay so you pass the caution light, there’s a little country store with an old Coke sign,” he looked like he was writing down everything you said in his mind.
“You gotta stop and ask Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea,” you said, it threw him off because he looked confused.
“Gotta get a drink and maybe a snack for the road! But after Miss Bell’s, a left will take you to the interstate…” you stopped for a second, thinking if you really were brave enough to say this, fuck it, “but a right will bring you right back here to me.”
You said with a smile on your face. He smiled, “Thank you very much, Miss…”
“(Y/N),” you told him, “Just (Y/N). It was my pleasure to be of service.”
Well, I hope you get more business (Y/N),” he told you with a smile on his face.
“Thank you. I hope you don’t get lost again,” you told him as he was getting into his car. He laughed and got in. He honked as he left and you waved.
You sat back down in your lawn chair. Thinking about his beautiful brown eyes, perfectly tousled brown hair, and his pink lips…
“God damn it, (Y/N)! Didn’t even get his name! What the hell!” you yelled into the open fields and highway.
You sat back down, still mad. It could have been love.
You looked over at your red Ford that has been around since before you were born. You knew that it couldn’t run him down. He probably didn’t like me anyway.
So you picked up your Cheeto Puffs and went to self-wallowing.
After a half-an-hour of sitting in there and helping one customer, your 3rd-grade teacher Mrs. Crane, you saw another car coming your way. It looked familiar but not in a way that you saw it all the time.
Holy shit.
The heat has to be playing tricks on you now because that looks like the car of that hunk!
As he came to a stop and got out, you stood up, “Well hey there stranger! Didn’t expect to see you back so soon.”
He smiled and walked up to you holding two large styrofoam cups and he handed you one.
“What’s this?” you asked.
“Well, I took your advice and I went way up yonder past the caution light. I don’t know why, but something felt right when I stopped and asked Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea,” he told you with a grin on his face.
“So your Mama,” he paused to give you a knowing smile, “gave me a big glass and another for you and sent me right back here to you.”
“Well thank God for good directions, and the fruit stand.
“How did you find your way back here?”
“...I asked your mom for directions.”
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things#stranger things x reader#steve harrington fanfic#Spotify
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