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You've Got the Love to See Me Through - 7x06 coda

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Summary: Tommy's pov of 7x06...or just let this man get some rest.

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“Go home, Kinard. Get some sleep. Remember, you’re on standby tonight.”

Sleep. Right. Tommy was definitely not going home to get sleep despite how much he might want to. He could have called Evan and made his excuses, but Evan had already texted him twice that week to make sure he was coming to Chimney’s Bachelor party, so Tommy really couldn’t miss it. Not even because his shift had wound up running something like four hours long or because he was on standby. It was part of the job, he’d had longer nights they just usually ended with him passed out on his bed, not driving to a karaoke lounge. Considering it was the night before the wedding, Tommy figured things weren’t going to get out of hand or go too long and he’d get to his bed eventually.

He headed into the building and had to walk down a long hall until he finally made it to the room Evan had reserved. He saw Eddie first, giving him a high five. Then his eyes landed on Evan. He looked good and seeing Evan took away some of his exhaustion, especially when they hugged and he could smell his cologne.

Tommy was glad, when he could sit down and get something that resembled rest. He would have preferred it if Evan sat down too, instead they all got to watch him as he paced and glared at anyone that dared to try to go near the sliders. He’d lost count of the number of times that Evan had already tried to call Chimney and kept himself entertained watching Eddie play bartender, when he wasn’t watching Evan.

Time had ceased to have much meaning for Tommy some three hours back, so he had no idea how much had passed when Hen stood up, her wife following suit. And others started to follow their lead despite how much Evan tried to keep them.

Of course, that’s when he got the call to go in. So much for getting any sleep.

He could see the disappointment on Evan’s face, and Tommy wished it was different. He wished he could stay behind and maybe convince Evan that they could still have fun, but he was on standby and he wouldn’t be called in without reason.

“Be safe,” Evan said.

Tommy held onto that. He felt a little odd, too, because though he’d known it would be different to date a fellow first responder, he still hadn’t really understood, because as disappointed as Evan was at his departure, he also got it.

He caught up to Hen and Karen, making their way to the exit.

“You’re leaving too?” Hen asked.

“Got called in,” Tommy said.

“Does that mean you’ll miss the wedding?” Karen asked.

“I’ll try not to. So, Chim really didn’t want this party?”

Even without looking at her, Tommy could tell that Hen was rolling her eyes. “Buck wore him down. Or, maybe Chimney got tired of saying no and never intended on coming.”

Karen made a noise of agreement. “He’s probably enjoying his hotel room. I don’t blame him.”

Tommy said his goodbyes and got to his car. In an effort to keep himself awake, he drove to a starbucks on the way to Harbor and downed most of the drink before he arrived.

Lucy was getting out of her car as he parked and she waited for him.

“Hey. They called you in too?” She called out to him.

“Sure did,” Tommy said, and tried to fight a yawn.

He was in the air within fifteen minutes, flying out solo to drop retardant over the fire. When he landed, he had to wait for the chopper to be filled up again which meant his priority was getting to the coffee maker for more caffeine. He pulled his phone out and took it off airplane mode as he went and watched as several texts landed in his inbox.

Evan: No Chim. How’s work? Stay safe.

Evan: Partying with people. Still no Chim. 😔

Evan: SHOTS!!

Evan: Eddi says we gotts toooo song 👨🏻‍🎤🎤

Another text came through as he was fixing his coffee.

Eddie: yo misssss all tge fun adinkamsc

Tommy couldn’t help but snort. Oh, they were both going to regret their night.

He had just enough time to drink his coffee before he was back out in the sky. When he got back to the station, he ran into Lucy.

“We’re gonna fly out there and help from the ground,” she informed him. “The retardant is helping, but they need more bodies. There’s been a few injuries. This thing is huge.”

Their captain confirmed as Tommy made it inside.

He checked his phone on the way to the locker room.

Evan: wHet lik boo y

Evan: takhujns par tee to cim 🥳

Eddie: UBEr!1!!!1

Evan: No 🔑 🧑🏻‍🚒🧑🏻‍🚒

Tommy was far too tired and busy to actually decipher what Evan could mean.

It was rare for him to have to use his turnout gear. He was a pilot, his skills were best used in the sky, but sometimes it was about going where they were needed. He carried the gear out rather than putting it on. Lucy joined him and Tommy flew them back out, this time dropping the water that had been loaded on. Lucy did the work of reporting what they saw from the air and it didn’t look great. The sky was tinted orange and gray and it could have looked beautiful if it wasn’t so destructive. They were directed to reload more water to drop and that was how it went for a while.

Tommy had no idea what time it was when they were told to just bring down the chopper and join on the ground. It was night, but that was hard to tell with the orange and yellow flames and the clouds of smoke that flew into the air. They landed pretty far from the fire itself, and would have to walk past all the trucks and cars. They put on their gear, Tommy taking his flight suit off to replace it with the heavy pants and coat, and then they were on their way.

“You look beat, Kinard,” Lucy said.

“I already worked OT on my last shift. Now this.”

“Ouch,” she said.

“And I’m supposed to be going to a wedding tomorrow.”

She winced. “That’s tomorrow? I don’t think you’re gonna make it.”

He just laughed. He’d sort of given up on that prospect. The suit he’d left hanging off his closet door would just need to be put back in the back of his closet unless he got out of there in time to join everyone at the reception. Sometimes the job just wasn’t fair, but the closest to having the day off that Tommy had managed was staying on standby. It was also why he’d taken the shift he’d just got off of.

“I know you were looking forward to it, Tommy,” Lucy said, patting his shoulder.

Tommy shrugged. There would be other dates with Evan, but this had felt special. Not just how Evan had wanted to include him in something so important, but because it was Evan showing everyone who he really was.

“One good thing is he’ll understand why you aren’t making it,” Lucy added.

That just reminded Tommy of the disappointed look on Evan’s face when he left the karaoke lounge.

They got their orders from the battalion chief and Tommy found himself falling into the rhythm. Anytime he had to get down on the ground, it reminded Tommy why he loved the sky, not that he really minded the change in pace. He did gain his second wind as he worked which helped keep him going.

Tommy didn’t get a chance to check his phone again until he was on a break. Grabbing a protein bar to snack on and drinking water for his very parched and dry throat.

He had a voicemail from Eddie as well as a few missed calls and several texts.

Evan: 🛏️ 🤵🏻‍♂️

Evan: 🚁

Eddie: 🍾🍾bavcnjklo’s!!

Evan: i mus u…com e bcksjm pldne

Eddie: yo boyfrienddd owens 👚

Tommy just smiled. He was going to have so much fun when he saw Evan again. He didn’t bother with the voicemail, because he had to save something to amuse himself with later and then returned to the job.

As the night wore on, he was sent back to Harbor to fuel up, and fill up with retardant. It was apparently the type of fire that just kept fueling itself up. They were doing some work fighting it and keeping it from spreading, but he could tell it would still be hours before they were close to getting it put out.

The next time he checked his phone there wasn’t anything new and he hoped that meant that Evan had gone to bed. At least one of them was getting some sleep.

A few hours later found him clutching at the tiny paper cup of coffee he’d been handed by a stressed looking boy. It wasn’t gonna do much, but anything to stay attentive. He pulled his phone out and it was getting really close to wedding time. He might be lucky if he made it to the reception.

Evan: Chim is missing

Evan: Sorry for all the drunken texts.

Evan: Last night was insane. We thought Chim was sleeping…he wasn’t here all night.

Evan: He wouldn’t leave Maddie at the altar. Something has to be wrong.

Evan: Found Chim’s phone

Evan: No Chim

Evan: Maddie is going to dispatch to look for him. Sending people home from wedding. Guess you won’t be missing it after all. Be safe out there. I’ll keep updating.

Tommy suddenly wondered why none of them had actually bothered to check in on Chim the night before. How long had he been missing?

“Hey, what’s up?” Lucy asked.

“Looks like Chim is missing,” Tommy said.

A text came through just then.

Evan: He got on a bus going downtown.

“They find him?”

“Not yet,” Tommy said.

“Keep me updated, alright?”

Due to his lack of rest, Tommy was kept working on the ground. The fire just didn’t seem to want to die down. He’d lost count of how many companies had been brought out. After his second wind, he did gain a third, and it kept him going. When he could, he checked his phone, looking for the good news that Chim had been found safe and sound.

Evan: Pretty sure Chim has viral encephalitis

Evan: Out on the street looking for him. He helped triage a bunch of people. We think he doesn’t remember what year it is.

Evan: He went to the Lees. They’re taking him to the hospital.

Evan: Drs pretty confident he’ll be fine.

He felt relieved and yet he also knew that Evan was probably hung over, worried, and dealing with his sister’s emotions and worries as well. He wished, more than anything, to be there for him and give Evan a shoulder to lean on.

On his next break, while he tried to stomach a granola bar, he got a good look at his phone again. The fire was more than 80% contained. A lot of the companies already making to depart.

Evan: He’s awake and he wants to get married anyway. Have to do it before visiting hours are over. Ceremony starts in like an hour.

He’d attached a location pin.

“Hey, did they find him?”

Tommy looked up. “Yeah. They’re having the wedding at the hospital.”

Lucy made a face. “Seriously? I guess that’s fitting for them.”

“Is Kinard texting his boyfriend again?” someone else asked.

Tommy turned and found James, who wiggled his eyebrows. Lucy laughed.

“Yes, actually. He’s sad he’s not gonna make it to the wedding.”

“Oh, shit, that’s today?”

“Yeah…but, you know, fire. And now it’s happening at the hospital, so…”

So he wasn’t going to make it there and Evan would probably make that pouty disappointed face and Tommy was the one that had put it there. Not on purpose, and maybe Evan would understand, but he would still be responsible for it.

“So he’s gonna be moody all the way back to Harbor,” Lucy said.

They were given the okay to go when they got back from their break and Tommy couldn’t have been happier. He still wouldn’t make it. He and Lucy were gonna have to catch ride back to Harbor and then even if he didn’t stop to get changed, he’d still have to drive to the hospital.

Lucy solved the problem for him, getting him a lift on the ambulance taking a couple of firefighters with minor burn injuries. He didn’t care that he was a mess and that he still had all his gear on.

Tommy: Heading over to hospital. Not sure I’ll make the ceremony, but I’m coming.

Evan texted when they were around the corner from the hospital.

Evan: They just got married.

Evan: Tell me when you get here.

Tommy: Emergency entrance in a few minutes.

Evan: I’m coming.

“Go get your boy,” the firefighter with a nasty burn down his left arm said when the ambulance parked.

The paramedic and the firefighter both made kissy noises at him. It was the result of a long night, they were all tired and loopy. Tommy didn’t even bother to respond. The driver just grinned at him when Tommy threw him a thank you.

Tommy felt weary down to his bones. He was sore and a headache was brewing right behind his eyes. The time he’d been sitting for the drive had only tired him out more. He walked quickly, regardless, past the doors that slid open and then he saw him. Evan was in a soft looking blue hoodie.

“Sorry I’m late. That fire was a beast,” Tommy began, ready to offer more explanations.

Evan didn’t look upset.

“So are you,” Evan said which Tommy didn’t even understand.

The next thing Tommy knew was Evan’s hand on his shoulder, climbing to his neck and his lips pressing insistently on his. Tommy fell into it, he kissed back, unable to keep a moan from getting buried between their lips as he pulled Evan closer by the waist, losing himself entirely to Evan and not quite believing that this had been his welcome. The first kiss, the one that Tommy had replayed in his mind too many times to count, it had been soft and sweet and lovely, but this was…it was mind-melting. It was wet and messy and hot…so so hot.

It was only when the doors opened behind them again, that they both realized where they were. The blush on Evan’s face was partially hidden by the soot that had got on him and Tommy cracked up into a laugh.

“What?” Evan asked, smiling still.

“You’re covered in soot.”

Evan touched his face and brought his fingers down, rubbing them together. “I’m used to it,” he said and then, narrowed his eyes on Tommy. “Wait, why are you covered in soot?”

“Wound up helping on the ground.”

He was glad that Evan didn’t question it or ask for an explanation like someone else might. Tommy was exhausted and he was feeling it more and more, but he let Evan lead him further into the hospital.

“You’re not gonna clean up first?” he asked, conscious of what it would look like.

Evan just shot him a grin. If anything, it made the soot even more obvious. “Nah. There’s cake. Come on.”

Tommy was too tired to do anything to stop Evan. Then again it was his face even if it was Tommy’s soot.

Chimney’s room was full of people. Too many for him to take in at once, so he focused on the newly weds. Chimney was propped up in the hospital bed with his new wife. Their very adorable daughter — Evan’s niece — at the foot of the bed.

Evan cleared his throat. “Hey,” he said, “look who almost made it.”

“Congratulations you two,” Tommy said. “I’m sorry I missed the ceremony.”

He could see it on Chimney’s face, the toll of the day and yet the happiness that managed to still shine through. He did look between him and Buck a few times. Tommy caught Eddie’s gaze too and saw that Eddie was fighting to hold in laughter probably at some attempt at being supportive. Evan was never going to live this down.

“Looks like you were…busy,” Chim said.

“Cake?” Evan asked. He was simply amazing.

Tommy was by his own admonition, confident. He hadn’t always been, and there were still certainly things that made him unsure and nervous. When he first realized that Evan was completely new to liking men, he’d assumed that it would take time for Evan to come to terms with it and to come out and to be ready for acting on it. He’d wanted to fully remove himself from the equation so that Evan wasn’t pressured into more than he was ready for. Maybe Evan just processed things at a speed Tommy wasn’t used to, or he was actually far more prepared than Tommy had expected.

Evan brought two plates with cake over and their fingers brushed as Tommy grabbed his. He saw Hen and Karen looking at them and Hen gave him a nod that looked more proud than anything else. Another couple was staring, they were older and if Tommy hadn’t been so tired, he would have noticed the resemblance and put it together at once. It took him until he saw them interacting with Evan’s niece. Her grandparents — Evan’s parents.

He focused on eating cake, too tired for anything else. It was sweet and far tastier than anything he’d had to eat all day. Evan kept close to his side, only leaving for a few minutes to speak to Christopher before he was back, taking his empty plate and getting rid of it before returning, this time stepping even closer to him.

Tommy was aware that he was covered in soot and ash and sweat and that he probably smelled like smoke and burning trees. As much as he wanted a shower, he wanted a bed more.

“We can leave after pictures,” Evan whispered to him as Karen started taking pictures of Maddie and Chim.

Tommy leaned his shoulder on the doorway watching the different combinations. It didn’t take very long and then he saw Evan hugging his sister and then Chim before heading his way. He didn’t go to his parents, but he saw him share a smile with Hen and Bobby gave his shoulder a squeeze. It was clear who Evan’s family was.

“Thank you for coming, Tommy,” Maddie said, loud enough for him to hear it at the door.

Tommy gave her a nod and he waved at the room as he walked out with Evan. Tommy didn’t know if he was the one to reach out or if it was Evan, but at some point, Evan’s hand found its way into his.

“Did you drive here?” Evan asked.

“Caught a ride on an ambulance.”

“Okay. Good. So we won’t have to come back and get your car.”

Evan got him to his car and Tommy was surprised when Evan actually opened the passenger door for him and then closed it after Tommy got in before rounding the car and getting in.

“Your place?” Evan asked.

“Please.”

Evan chuckled. “I’m going to need your address.”

Tommy just pulled out his phone and opened google maps and hit home before handing his phone over. He put his seatbelt on and then leaned against the door, trying to fight off the sleep that threatened to take him.

“Rest,” he heard Evan say and then felt the touch of a hand in his hair and cheek.

When the car started moving, he sighed and let his eyes close fully. The next thing Tommy knew, he felt hands cupping his chin and thumbs brushing his cheeks.

“Tommy. Tommy. We’re here, Tommy.”

He blinked awake and felt all of it hit him again. The headache that was starting earlier was full blown. He was sore and tired and his eyes literally stung, too dry and eyelids too heavy to keep open. It took everything in him to get out of the car and he stumbled once his feet hit the ground.

“Seriously, how long have you gone without sleep?”

Tommy heard the question, but he didn’t process it.

“That long,” Evan said and there was something unreadable on his face. “Keys?” Evan asked.

Back at Harbor, he realized and groaned until he remembered the flower pot. After two instances of having to break into his own house and having to replace a lock in the one instance and a door in the other, Tommy had figured out he needed a hidden spare key. He had a fake rock in the flower pot. He pointed it out to Evan who dealt with taking it out without damaging the flowers and then opening the door.

For some reason, he didn’t know why he’d expected Evan to just leave him there once he’d made it inside. He wasn’t exactly fit to be company, not when all he really needed was to crawl into bed, the ash and soot and sweat to be dealt with when he woke.

Evan walked inside with him, though, and stopped him when he tried to walk further in.

“First you’re getting all this gear off,” Evan said.

Tommy grunted. He tried to fight his jacket off, but it didn’t want to budge. Evan’s hands were deft as they helped to pull the whole thing off, dropping it right in the entryway. Tommy fumbled with the pants, but Evan pulled each suspender off his shoulders, his hands soft and careful and then the pants were pooling at his feet. Evan knelt and helped with his shoes and then his pants. He was down to just his base layer and Tommy could have just crawled into bed just like that. Evan had other ideas.

Tommy found himself in his bathroom. Evan seemed to have no problems undressing him and Tommy was too tired, even when he was down to just underwear. All of it was a bit of a blur, but later he would remember how nice it felt to have someone else wash his hair, or how he’d had more than cold tile to lean on while soap washed away everything.

He remembered the feel of a towel on his skin and the light touch of a hand on his bare back and then how it felt to get into his bed, the sheets clean and nice and cool. He remembered a kiss on his forehead and a hand that he grabbed onto and a warm body that contrasted nicely to the cool sheets.

Tommy woke up slowly, aware that he was in his bed, but that he wasn’t alone and that there was too much light coming from the windows where the shades hadn’t been drawn. His mind supplied very little in explanation for why he would have forgotten his shades and even less about why he wasn’t alone. His eyelids were too heavy to open, and he felt stiff and more than a little sore.

“Sleep,” Evan said. “It’s early, still.”

Evan. Evan was in his bed. His back to Tommy’s front, and his hand on the arm Tommy had around him, fingers gently running over his forearm to his hand.

He drifted, not fully asleep, but certainly not awake. Fell back asleep.

A while later, he woke alone. He’d been on his side, but he dropped onto his back, blinking at the ceiling. It felt like a dream. A kiss at the entrance to a hospital and Chim getting married in a hospital room. Evan in his shower.

Wait…Evan in his shower?

The hospital?

He heard footsteps and as he started to sit up, Evan walked in. He brought a bottle of water and a plate with toast and eggs and potatoes. Tommy’s stomach growled. Evan chuckled and wait, was Evan wearing one of his shirts?

“Hungry?” Evan asked. “You slept for almost ten hours.”

He’d probably needed it. Didn’t keep him from being quite a bit groggy. Tommy watched Evan as he set the plate down on Tommy’s bedside table. He handed him the water, though, and Tommy hadn’t realized how thirsty he was.

As he was drinking, one thing came to him.

“Evan, did you kiss me in the middle of a hospital?”

Evan’s face went pink. “It wasn’t the middle. More like by the entrance.”

“Oh.”

“Eat up,” Evan said. “It’s gonna get cold.”

Tommy took the plate when Evan handed it to him. His first bite of toast made him groan. When he wiped crumbs off his chin, he stopped. Chin. Soot.

“Soot,” he said.

Evan just laughed. “There’s pictures, don’t worry. Just eat. And then I’ll explain and we can be lazy for the rest of the day. I wasn’t sure if you’d want coffee? I still don’t know how you take it.”

Tommy chuckled. “No. No coffee.”

“Okay. But I’ll get you more water, then. Fruit?”

“Sure, Evan.”

Tommy didn’t know what to expect. He ate his breakfast with gusto, was glad when Evan reappeared with what appeared to be a bowl of cut up fruit that Tommy wasn’t entirely sure had been in his kitchen and a few bottles of water. And yes, it was definitely Tommy’s shirt.

“Last night—”

“We were both very tired, and you were very sooty and I know from experience you don’t want to go to bed like that. I’m sorry if I overstepped, but I don’t know that you wouldn’t have fallen asleep in your shower. How are you feeling today?”

“I’m fine. Thank you, Evan. You didn’t overstep.”

“Good. We’re both off today so unless you want to be alone…how about a movie?”

It wasn’t that he hadn’t ever had other partners that cared about him — it was just that Evan did it differently. Like he was trying to find Tommy’s boundaries and electing to respect them despite how much he’d already done the night before and despite staying with Tommy and sleeping in his bed.

“A movie sounds great,” Tommy said.

It was much later, after they watched a few movies and Evan ordered them a pizza that he had the thought to check his phone. A lot had come back to him, including the litany of texts he’d received from a drunk Evan and Eddie. He found the voicemail he’d put off listening to and put it on speaker before hitting play while Evan was in the bathroom.

Music came through first. Eddie’s voice yelling something and then Evan.

“I like you so so so so much, Tommy. Soooo much.”

“Calling your boyfriend, Buck? Buck? Everyone, Buck has a boyfriend!” The sound of something breaking and then, Eddie again. “His name is Tommy! Say hi to Tommy!”

A chorus of “hi, Tommy!” shouted by what could only be some kind of drunk crowd.

“You’re…you’re like a guy…a guy’s guy. Strong. Want to kiss you again and hold your hand. Eddie…Eddie, did you know he has really nice hair? And a cleft chin?”

“Shhhh, Buck’s on phone with boyfriend,” Eddie’s voice came through.

“Miss you,” Evan said. “Eddie, I’m gonna kiss him.”

Eddie laughing. “Kiss him!”

“Like kiss him kiss him with tongue and…and—”

More shouts and then the voicemail cut off.

Tommy found Evan, face buried in his hands, standing in the doorway.

“Hey, you did say you were going to kiss me,” Tommy said. “And for the record, I like you so so so so much too.”

Evan rushed back to Tommy’s bed, crawling from the foot to where Tommy lay. Earlier they’d gotten up to make it up, but they’d been lounging atop the covers in a way that Tommy very rarely did. Evan was on his knees and he leaned over and reached for his face, thumb ending right over the cleft on Tommy’s chin and though he took a moment to stare down at Tommy, it didn’t take long before he was leaning down and they were kissing. Tommy pulled him closer, bringing him down so Buck’s weight rested half on Tommy. Evan hummed into it and when the kiss broke, Evan dropped his head to Tommy’s shoulder.

“I really do,” Evan said, turning his face so he wasn’t speaking into Tommy’s shirt.

“What?”

“Like you.”

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cherrycola27 · 2 years

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Green- Eyed Rooster

Paring: Rooster x Y/N "Cherry" Bradshaw

Warnings: Language, drinking, dick jokes, mentions of adult items. Smut, jealousy kink, semi-public sex, brat kink, brat tamer, authority kink, orgasm denial, porn with plot. Minors DNI, 18+n, seriously SMUT

Author's Note: Yall I have to say this might be the best fic I have ever posted on Tumblr, and if if doesn't blow up and blow your minds I swear I might just stop writing. God I love it so much and I hope everyone else does as well!

"How did I end up in this situation?" You thought. Tonight was supposed to fun, a celebration. You and your friends were supposed to be out celebrating Phoenix who in a few days would become Mrs. Hangman as you all liked to joke. Most people would think a joint Bachelor/ Bachelorette party at your favorite bar was a crazy idea, but to the Dagger fam, it was the only way.

So, why weren't you inside doing shots with the rest of your friends? Why instead of singing karaoke where you gasping for breath with your skirt bunched up around your hips? Why were you being pressed against the outside rear wall of the Hard Deck instead of leaned up against a pool table? Why instead of a beer bottle pressed to your lips, you found yourself with your tongue in your husband's mouth?

The answer? Something you liked to call "Green-Eyed Rooster"

Let's stop and take a moment to recall the events that lead you to this exact position. Events that started ages before even you and Rooster were married, back in the days when your relationship was just beginning, yes, let's start there.

Six years ago, you became an elite Top Gun Graduate, and not just any Graduate, the top of your class. Lt. Y/N "Cherry" Anderson the plaque read as it was handed to you, your face beaming with pride. Just to your right was your wingman, and second in class Lt. Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw.

You smiled at him as he caught your eye while people were congratulating you on your top finish. After the ceremony you saw him weave through the crowd and stop to talk to another Navy man, your eyes widen when you saw it was the legendary Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

You had hoped to speak to Rooster after, you see during the 13 week program you may or may not have developed some feelings for the mustached man, and now that it was finally over you wanted to ask him on a date, however, you also didn't want to be rude and disturb his conversation with the man you would later find our was his Godfather.

You turned on your heels only to be met with a wall of man. "Cherry, baby, congratulations." Lt. Kyle "Flash" Malcolm said in his thick New Jersey accent.

"Thanks Flash." You replied quickly trying to get away from him. You didn't like the way he was looking at you. Flash was one of those guys, who despite the very strict no fraternization rule in place at Top Gun, would not stop hitting on you. And every time he did you reminded him of it.

"Listen Cher, now that we have graduated the rule doesn't apply to us anymore, so what'd'ya say youse and me get outta here huh? Let me take you on that date now?" He asked with a wink.

You internally rolled your eyes. You knew you couldn't give him the same excuse that had worked the past three months and he knew that too. Little did both of you know that a certain sandy haired man had been watching, waiting for the right moment to ask his wingman out, and he was not happy that jerk from Jersey was trying to weasel his way in.

Rooster quickly excused himself from Maverick and cleared the distance between the two of you in three strides. You gasped when you felt his arm slide comfortably around your waste. You looked up at him with a questioning glance. He looked back down and shot you a wink.

"Sorry Flash, Cherry and I have plans this evening. Now that we have graduated, wanted to take my wingman out for some drinks and a proper date. Spent three months waiting to ask her, because rules, and I don't plan on waiting any longer." Rooster stated before whisking you away to join him and Maverick.

"Thank you for that Roos, you would think after me telling him no several times he would take the hint. Once he is gone, I will leave you and Captain Mitchell to your plans." You replied

"Cherry, I believe I said I was going to take you on a proper date, and I plan to do just that. I meant it, I've been waiting patiently and I am done. I wasn't just trying to help you get out of an awkward situation, I want everyone in this whole damn class to know you're mine." He whispered in your ear before Maverick found you two.

You silently gulped. Little did you know, this would be the first time you got a taste of Roosters jealous streak, and when that man saw green, especially when it came to his girl, heaven help the person who tried to stand in his way.

The second time you saw the green eyed monster appear on Roosters shoulders was about six months into your relationship. You two had some how both been stationed on the East Coast, your first placement after graduation. You both had the afternoon off and decided to head to a local bar with some of the fellow pilots that had been stationed there.

You were thankful that you had made friends with another woman aviator Natasha "Phoenix" Trace. She had gone through Top Gun the year before you and she was amazed that you had graduated top of your class. She talked about how some asshole who was a Ken Doll come to life named Hangman, who she joked should be called Bagman, was the top of hers.

You, Phoenix, and Rooster were enjoying the night with some other pilots and having a good time. You had decided to grab another round. While waiting at the bar some drunk tried hitting on you. You knew how to handle drunk men, and Rooster also knew you could hold your ground. He was never one to try and fight your battles, but he always watched just incase someone tried something stupid, which is exactly what that man did.

After several attempts to get you to join him, and many a firm "No" on your part, the drunk patron grabbed your bicep and tried to physically pull you away from the bar.

You didn't have to look behind you to know that Rooster was about to hand this man his ass on a silver platter. Instead of fighting him you simply looked at him and said "Oh buddy, you just made a big mistake, a really big mistake, huge!" You laughed.

"What the fuck do you just say to me?" The man slurred before a strong set of hands spun the man around and lifted him by his collar. Startled, he let got of your arm.

"I believe my girl said you made a big mistake by putting your hands on her. So you have two choices here buddy" Rooster sneered at the man. "You either apologize to her, close your tab and leave of your own free will, or I break your nose and toss you out of here. Your choice."

The man looked between you and Rooster. "M...my... my apologies ma'am." He stammered out before throwing some money on the bar and quiet literally running away.

"Roos, you didn't have to do that." You told him as he gave you the once over.

"Whose name is around your neck baby?" He asked gesturing to the rose gold necklace he had given you for your six month anniversary.

"Yours." You sighed. "Exactly Cherry. My name. You are mine, and I always protect what's mine. Let's get out of here." He stated firmly before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the bar.

That night he reminded you seven times that you did infact belong to him, and honestly there's no other way you would have it.

As your relationship progressed, Rooster's jealous side seemed to die down until one of his buddies *cough cough* Hangman decided to rile him up about you during training for a top secret Uranium Plant mission you had both been recalled to fly. During a class Hangman made the comment asking if Rooster "had popped his Cherry" while winking at you or if he needed to show him how it was done. If it hadn't have been for you, Bob, Phoenix, and Maverick holding him back, Hangman would have been a dead man.

But now, thankfully Hangman and Rooster were on much better terms. After the mission you and Roostet tied the knot with the Daggers and a few others present and the cherry popping jokes were much more light hearted. A few months after the two of you got married Jake and Tasha decided that maybe all the hate they had for each other was something more, turns out it was. And now a year later, the two were about to get married themselves, which brings us to present day, about three hours before you found yourself being felt up behind the Hard Deck.

"Another round of shots ladies!" You cheer placing the tray of glasses down on the table. You, Phoenix and her other bridesmaids all grab a glass. "To the bride, who has to be one bad bitch for deciding that she is going to put up with Hangman for the rest of her life!" You toast. "And to Cherry! The best fucking friend and Marton of Honor a girl could ask for!" Tasha adds before you all click glasses and down the round.

"I really can't believe you're getting married next weekend!" You squeeze Phoenix's hand before pouring more champagne for her and the girls. You look across the bar to find Jake and the other Dagger boys drinking and playing pool. Rooster looks up ands shoots you a wink, you wave back before resuming your groups festivities.

"Oh Halo, before I forget, pass me that bag!" You squeal as she passes it to you. The other girls giggle knowing what it is.

"Cherry Bradshaw I swear if this is a dildo I will cut your fuel lines." Phoenix states before opening the bag.

"It's not I promise" you grin as she opens it.

Phoenix reaches in the bag and pulls out a navy blue shirt that reads "Mrs. Hangman" on the front. "Haha very funny guys." Tasha says. "Look at the back Tash." You state taking another sip of bubbly.

She shoots you a warning glance before turning the shirt around. "CHERRY!" She screeches when she reads the back which says "Same PhoeDICK forever"

"You had it coming girl! Remember all those 'cherry popping jokes' you and Bagman made not too long ago, or the sash you made me wear about 'Marrying a Rooster, same COCK til I die'? Hmm ma'am?" You and the other girls laugh. "Shouldn't have dished it out if you couldn't take it." You joke leaning back into the booth.

"Okay fine, I guess I deserved that one." Phoenix replies stuffing the shirt back into the bag.

"Hangman's is worse." You quip just as the cheers erupted from the other side of the bar and Rooster gives you a thumbs up.

"Great." Phoenix rolls her eyes as she notices her fiancée turn a deep red shade.

"Uh oh," Phoenix's cousin Melissa states holding up the empty champagne bottle. "All out of bubbly" She giggles. All of you were definitely tipsy. Several rounds of shots had been sent your way by some desperate men hoping to land a single bridesmaid and the seven of you had gone through three bottles of bubbly. Thankfully no one had to worry about a ride home because Bob, who never drank, and Maverick who was like a father figure to you all may have borrow (read stolen) a couple of Navy vans to transport you at the end of the night safely.

"This looks like a Matron of Honor job!" You declared taking the empty bottle from Melissa and heading up to the bar to ask Penny for a new one.

While the two Dagger parties were going on, Penny still had customers to take care of so you waited. While standing there and younger man in service khakis walked up to you.

"Oh great you" thought. Maybe he would just be nice and make small talk you hoped. You shot a glance over to the pool tables, thankfully your husband was locked in a game and not looking your way. You definitely didn't want "Green Eye Rooster" to make an appearance tonight.

"Hey there honey." The Navy man asked you.

"Hi." You responded quickly, not wanting to give him any footing to continue this conversation.

"Noticed you and your friends over there celebrating your girl who is getting married... how about you let me buy yalls next round?" He said stepping closer to you.

"Oh you don't have to do that." You respond waving him off. "Well, how bought I just buy your next one?" He asks getting much closer to you than you are comfortable. Ugh... why did he have to do this. Poor kid was just asking for Rooster to whip his ass.

"No thanks. I am married, happily married." You state showing him your wedding rings, praying he will leave you alone.

"Set of rings never stopped me before. Plus honey I could make it worth your while. See here, I'm a Naval aviator. In the Top Gun program here, makes me the best of the best. I could take you for a ride if you want?" The pilot asked, his voice dripping in sex.

"Wow, Top Gun, you must think you are really special then huh?" You begin sarcasticly. "Well Lieutenant, I will have you know I graduated top of my clas at Top Gun, beat my husband actually, so you being in the program doesn't impress me." You tell him heat rising in your body.

"Well guess we could always try to see who the better pilot is." He winked. Jesus what is with this guy?

"Look, I'm going to tell you this one more time... I am not interested. I know there are plenty of young civilian girls who are just dying for you to waltz them into a stupor with your Navy charm, cocky grin and big ego that is just enough to scratch the daddy issues that they have. But I, on the other hand am HAPPILY MARRIED, and my husband is not afraid to kick your ass." You finish with a huff.

"Well sweetie all I'm saying is I don't see your 'husband' around here." The man challenges.

"Turn around then." Roosters voice comes from low in his chest as the pilot turns around.

"Now you see him." Rooster almost growls as he stares the man down.

"Captain Bradshaw." You hear the pilot whisper as he is face to face with Rooster. All the bravado and ego is now long gone.

"I'm sorry, I, I had no idea she was your wife..." he stutters. You look at your husband and see the fire in his eyes, jealousy blooms through his body.

"You should be sorry." Rooster states as he clenches his fists. "I should break your face, and kick you out of the program." He tells him. "Rooster." You warn him. "He's not worth it. Not tonight." You tell him.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood here with my friends. But I swear to God Lieutenant, if you ever so much at look at my WIFE again, you'll be sorry. Now leave." Rooster says through gritted teeth.

The pilot quickly gathers his things, pays his tab and leaves.

You grab Roosters hands which are still balled up. "Babe, calm down, this is supposed to be a fun night. Take a breath." You tell him.

You can still see the rage just behind his eyes. He had gotten himself worked up and you know exactly how it ends.

"I'm not leaving." You state before the words can even leave his mouth. "I wasn't planning on leaving either babe." He tells you with an ere of calm in his voice.

He's calm, too calm as a wicked glem flashes across his eyes.

"Oh no mister." You state crossing your arms.

"I'm going to get some air out back. I expect you to join me in five." He whispers in your ear before pushing through the crowd.

"Well fuck" you think. Once again the green eyed monster had possessed your husband, and the only way to get him over it, was to fuck it out of him.

You looked down at your phone. You know he said five minutes, but the wetness between your thighs told you that you couldn't wait that long.

You quickly checked to make sure no one was looking and had one of the waitresses working that night take the bottle over to your table. All the ladies were drunk enough, you hoped they wouldn't think much of your absence.

You quietly slipped outside once you had determined no one was paying attention. Outside in the dimly lit alley, you called out for your husband.

"Rooster? Babe where are you." He didn't answer, he didn't have to. You felt his presence behind you moments later. The warmth radiating off his body, the spicy-sweet smell of his colonge flooding your nose, the scrape of his mustache against your ear as he growled "I thought I told you to wait five minutes before coming out here. It's only be three."

"My apologies.... Captain. I didn't want yo keep you waiting." Ugh... there you had gone and used his rank. You knew exactly how much that drove him crazy, how much it pushed his buttons, how much it turned him on.

You weren't necessarily trying to be a brat, but when Bradley was wound tight like this, you couldn't help it. And your bratty attitude is exactly how you found yourself in your current situation.

"Someone's being a brat tonight." He grumbled giving your ass a harsh spank which caused you to yelp.

You turned around to face him. "If anyone is being a brat tonight, it's you Bradley. Got yourself all worked up, can't even wait until we get home to have me." You state as you brush your hand over the growing bulge in his jeans.

Oh, you were so fucked now. Not only had you called him out, you had used his government name. You knew that was going to cause some wires to short circuit in his brain, but you loved it. You loved this little game you two played. Maybe you were a brat... good thing Rooster was an expert tamer.

Before you could blink he curled his fingers under the necklace that bared his name around your throat and pulled you into him. He roughly pressed his mouth against yours, forcing his tongue in, not waiting for permission.

His larger framed pinned you against the outside wall. He pulled away for a moment. In the light you could just make out how pupils were blown with lust and the slight flush across him.

"Oh honey." He spoke almost sweetly. "I think someone forgot who they belong to and needs a reminder. I think maybe this while damn bar might need one." He stated still holding you in place by your jewelry.

You flashed him a wicked smile before saying "Well go on then, remind me."

You saw the corners of your husband's mouth twitch up into a smile before he sealed his lips over yours once again. He hoisted you up by your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist. God you loved it when he man handled you.

He pressed you further into the wall and you felt his rock hard length against your aching core.

"Someone's eager." You whispered in his ear as he pulled his mouth away from yours and assaulted your neck with kisses. You felt his lips attach to the sensitive spot right behind your ear as he sucked a mark into.

"Roos," you let out a breathy complaint. "If I go back in there all marked up, everyone will know what we did while we were gone."

His lips left your skin and ghosted next to your ear "Exactly" he moaned out before kissing you again. One of his large hands left its place on your waist and slipped under your skirt. You felt the breath leave your lungs when he trailed his fingers over soaked material of your panties.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who is eager." He laughed.

"What can I say? Jealous Rooster is hot as fuck. It does things to me." You reply.

"Then why don't you show me exactly how hot you think it is then princess?" He stated setting you down.

You hold eye contact with him not giving in to what he wants. "And what exactly did you have in mind sir?" You challenged cocking your head to the side. You knew exactly what he wanted, but there was no way you were going to make it easy.

"Get on your knees." He commanded. You slowly sank down, thankful that your skirt was long enough to cover your kneecaps from the concrete.

You looked back up at him with big doe eyes ad he waited for you to take him in your mouth.

"Well... I did what you asked. Now what?" You teased. God you were such a brat right now.

Rooster growled and hooked his finger under your chin pulling you back to your feet as he pinned you yet again. You laughed despite it all.

"You think this is funny? You think being a fucking brat is something to laugh at? Maybe I should just fuck that laugh right out of you. Take you so hard you cry and mess up your pretty make up? It that what you want?" He asks darkly.

You look back at him. You can see on his face that the last ounce of resolve he has is quickly slipping away. One more tiny act of defiance and he would release all that jealous, green eyed monster filled rage out on you and turn it into some of the best sex you had ever had. All you had to do was push.

"If you wanted to fuck the brat out of me you would have done it by now."

You could have sworn you heard something snap inside him. Before you could push any further both of your hands were pinned above your head, trapped in his strong grip. His hands and yanked your panties down your legs and somehow he had managed to get them all the way off of you and he stuff them in his back pocket.

He wasted no time plunging two fingers deep into your core. A moan left your lips as you felt him curl the thick digits inside you and stroke that spongy area that would have tou seeing starts in a matter of minutes.

"Oh fuck." You moan out as he plunged them in and out of your wetness. It should be embarrassing how wet and worked up you already were, but Rooster knew exactly how to get your motor going.

He pushed further into you past his knuckles. You could feel the cool metal of metal of his wedding band against your burning skin.

"Oh, yes, yes baby just like that." You moaned as he scissored your walls. You legs quaked around his hips. If he hadn't had you pinned against the wall you surely would have melted to the ground.

You could feel your desire pooling deep in the pit of your stomach. Your cunt clenched around his fingers trying to pull them deeper into you with each of this thrusts. His thumb found your clit and he began to draw harsh circles on it.

"Fuck yes, yes, yes Rooster, thats it daddy, feels so fucking good" you moaned. He hummed back in response. His body was invading your space as he finger fucked you. All you could do, see, think, smell, feel was him.

"Roos, so close, please, please" you begged as the pleasure builded. Just a few more pumps of his hand, a deeper curl of his fingers, some more harsh strokes of your clit and you would be a cumming shaking mess.

But then, just as you were about to reach the precipice of your pleasure, the mother fucker stopped.

"Ahhh" you cried out at the sudden loss of contact. You quickly tried to grind yourself down on his hand but he pulled it away.

"Ah, ah, ah" He tutted. "Brats don't get to cum on my fingers. But if you can be a good girl, maybe I will let you cum on my cock." He tipped your face up to look at him.

God what a sight you were. Your hair had fallen from its high ponytail and strands of it fluttered around you face. Your favorite red lipstick was smeared across your swollen lips. Your cheeks were flushed with desire and your eyes were glassed over and hazy with pleasure. Seeing you like this did wonders for Rooster's ego because he knew that he was the only person who could wind you up like this.

He let go of your hands and quickly undid his belt and unfastened his jeans. He pushed them and his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free.

He teased the head of it through your extremely sensitive folds.

"B..bb...Bradley please don't tease me... nn...nn..need you so bad." You stammered out.

He slipped just the head into your aching core. "You going to stop being a brat? Gonna be my good girl?" He asked teasing the head in and out of your weeping hole.

"Yes." You breathed out desperate for his touch and the orgasm you were denied.

"Yes what?" He asks pulling back out.

"Yes Sir Captain Bradshaw. Want to be your good girl." You moan out as you feel more of him push in.

"Fuuuuuuck" you groan out once he is fully seated inside you. No matter how many times Rooster has had sex with you, you still can't get over just how far he stretches you. He fills you to the point where it is almost painful, almost.

He begins a slow rhythm, like he has all the time in the world. Like you two are somewhere private and alone when in reality you are just outside the bar which is filled with people.

"Rooster please faster!" You beg. While his lazy strokes are nice, you need him to fuck you hard and fast. Being so close and having him jerk it away from you has you on edge and you just need to cum. He knows this. He knows exactly what he is doing to you.

"Well since you said please." He states as he picks up his pace. His strokes come fast and deep. The thick head of his dick reaching that special spot deep inside you and grazing it over and over again.

It feels so good, he feels so good. You thank God everyday that this man is your husband.

His grip on your hip tightens as he continues to push into you fast and deep, fast and deep. Your toes curl into your sandals as your thighs tighten around him.

"Oh God, fuck, Rooster right there... feels so good." You moan out as he pulls out and pushes all the way back in.

You can hear the sounds of your wetness as his cock travels through your folds. Its pornographic, sinful, amazing.

"You're so close aren't you baby?" He moans into your ear. "Can feel how tight you are gripping me. You pretty little pussy is so fucking needy for me. Wants me to make it cum so bad doesn't it?" He asks in a condensing tone.

"Yes, I, please, need, ugh, Bradley." You can't form a coherent sentence. All you want is him to get you off , to make you scream, to turn you into a puddling mess... no, you don't want it, you need it.

"Look at you, my little brat, so needy you can't even talk." He groans before absolutely pounding into you.

You can't help but scream. It's all too much and not enough at the same time. His left hand drops to your clit and strokes it.

"Yesyesyesyes" you cry out, too far gone to care if anyone hears you or not. "That's it, honey, come on, cum for me. Who is making you feel this good? Who do you belong to?" He pushes just before you reach your crescendo.

"YOU ROOSTER, I FUCKING BELONG TO YOU" you scream out before euphoria washed over you. You screw your eyes shut as a white light erupts behind them. You throw your head back as tears fall from your eyes and you scream his name until you throat is raw.

He continues to push into you drawing out your high until he falls over the edge, you walls gripping him and milking his cock dry.

As you both come down from the high it takes you both a minute to catch your breath. He presses his forehead to yours as you both pant heavily.

"Fuck Cherry." He curses looking at you. You are both wrecked.

You can't help but laugh.

He slowly pulls out of you. You both wince at the loss of contact. You quickly try to clamp your thighs shut.

"Rooster. I need my panties back." You state not wanting your mixed release to start flowing down your legs.

He pulls them from his pocket and dangles them infront of you.

"Maybe I should keep these. Then everyone in there would for sure know who's girl you are." He winks. You snatch them from his hand and slip them back on and attempt to makes yourself presentable again.

But it's no use, the minute you walk back in there, everyone is going to know what the two of you did, and you bet you ass they are going to know without a doubt you are Roosters girl.

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riddles-n-games · 5 months

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A few months ago, I had an anon request for Averyjameson headcanons about them spending time at True North for the holidays so here we are.

They arrive earlier than everyone else so they have a few days to themselves.

Jameson continues Avery's skiing lessons, teaching her a few tricks and some riskier ones when no bodyguards are around. Avery notices that he likes holding her waist a lot when he's teaching her a maneuver, sometimes longer than needed but she pretends she doesn't and secretly likes it when he does.

One day, they sneak out out of the lodge for an early morning game of Drop. Surprisingly, for her first time, Avery wins and manages to come back with barely a few scrapes compared to a certain someone. Jameson is all too happy, even if he's lost, but spends the rest of the day in bed or out in the hot tub with Avery tending to his wounds and giving him a kiss to the cheek.

When they're out on the trails, Jamie will sometimes sneak behind a tree, tug Avery along with him and have a quick make out sesh.

Before they come back in, both their faces are flushed red from the cold but Avery gets especially flushed, Jameson likes to pepper kisses along her cheeks and finish with a peck on her bright red nose. He calls her his Red-Nosed Reindear (cue eyerolling from his girlfriend).

They love to spend their evenings in front of the hearth wearing matching pjs and watching cheesy Hallmark movies. Jameson is actually a big sucker for them; it's his trash comfort.

Jameson makes hot chocolate and it's pretty amazing. It's his favorite holiday drink, as basic as it is. Avery doesn't judge him one bit for it but she prefers eggnog a little more.

Although they use the hot tub together, Avery has reverted to one piece bathing suits, she still isn't that comfortable in bikinis unless she has a pair of swim shorts on. Jameson is completely miffed by this as he really wants to see her in one again and even went so far as to sneak a red pair in her suitcase when she wasn't looking. She still hadn't put it on and he thinks maybe she hadn't found it (she has and knows that she didn't pack it but knows who did).

Throughout the holidays, he puts up a bunch of mistletoe and tries to catch her under it but ends up having to remove it because turns out, Libby is allergic.

For Christmas, Avery sets up a scavenger hunt for him to complete in order to find his present from her. It proves to be a bit difficult since they spend so much time together but when he's out on a solo ski, she takes a chance to hide another clue.

Jameson is ecstatic and pulls Avery along while he goes hunting, she merrily laughing at his antics. With every clue he finds, her smile gets bigger and bigger.

His gift from her is a card, the keys to the Chiron and tickets to the 24 Hours of Le Mans race in France for the following year. She also secured a personal day with the Aston Martin F1 team for him to participate with in training.

Her gift from him is a locket and bracelet set and a month of pottery classes since she's been wanting to actually try something new but keeps forgetting and because she's been very busy with work. He also got her a signed book series she'd been eyeing.

For New Year's, he surprises her with a visit from Toby.

At midnight, when they're about to drink spirits, she gifts him with a bottle of Jameson, laughing. He simply rolls his eyes.

They also do something similar to the Countdown Party in TFG, except, after midnight. For the first hour, they celebrate the New Year but after, they're a flurry doing all the most craziest things around the lodge; snowboarding at 1:00, drop challenge into the hot tub at 2:00, karaoke battle at 3:00, snowball fight in swimsuits at 4:00, reindeer sleighride at 5:00, etc.

Both of them get sick the following week and Nash is playing nurse because he was the only sensible one to not participate in Hour 4.

I hope you had fun reading. Stay tuned for a Christmas party fanfic with our favorite duo and fake dating Averyjameson au featuring a hot tub during the winter break story.

#avery kylie grambs #avery grambs #jameson winchester hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #averyjameson #true north #hawthorne shenanigans #hawthorne headcanons #the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #tig #thl #tfg

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ckret2 · 5 months

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still so sad that one thing we didn’t get to see during weirdmageddon is bill actually partying. like how does this triangular freak get down. i admit he’d probably lose all intimidation factor if we got to see him do karaoke or something but come on

love the fic btw!!

he should've at least got a red solo cup

I do like what it adds to his characterization—he's spent eons upon eons trying to start this "party," and then once he finally does he just hovers over it and watches. There's so much you could potentially read into that.

Doesn't feel close enough to his own "friends" to party with them and so has to stand somewhat apart from them, King Wallflower at his own party? Sees himself as so far above everyone else there that he'd rather arrogantly survey the rabble from above than lower himself enough to join in with them? So preoccupied with the work of Weirdmageddon—rounding up locals, weirdifying the town, spreading to the rest of the world—that he can't relax? Found that after an eternity of waiting for this moment, he's not any happier than he was before?

but all that said—

one time in college i went to a party, but they were charging guests at the door to buy a solo cup you'd use for the night, but i didn't want to drink and thought i oughta get in without having to buy a cup since i wasn't gonna be taking any of the booze, and they said i had to buy a cup anyway, and i thought that was stupid so i left without going in—but anyway, someone had parked a pickup in the front lawn, lined the bed with trash bags, and filled it with a hose, and a half dozen kids were sitting in the pickup in their underwear like a jacuzzi.

i think bill shoulda got to do that. I think that's the kind of stupid thing he'd think is wild and cRaZy and fun. I think he shoulda been sitting in some kind of alien monster truck pickup jacuzzi when time baby busted in, and panicked because he was naked (he'd taken off his bow tie and hat). he built the Fearamid, he could have just ADDED a jacuzzi, but that doesn't have the same energy as sitting in a wet pickup.

#pill ciphore #ask #gravity falls #bill cipher #(I'll see if i can let him sit in a pickup jacuzzi in the fic. he deserves that much)

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running-with-kn1ves · 1 year

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Too Close For Comfort

Male! Co-worker X GN! Reader

A/N: Turns out you can write so much when you have free time :0 Anyway I spent way too damn long on this so… here we are! I hope yall enjoy :’) (There are so many things wrong with this piece which is EXACTLY why you do not procrastinate, kids.)

TW: christmas/holiday themes, sour mood on the holidays, drugging, forced kissing/ touching, yandere themes, alcohol/ intoxicated characters

Synopsis: Feeling like an odd one out at your office’s christmas party, you find an overly eager co-worker to spend your time with-- who seems to prove that no company may be better than bad company.

Word Count: 3300

When most thought of the winter holidays, great cheer and comforting cold weather took priority. Whether it was staying inside from the bitter cold with a cup of warm tea, or decorating with shining lights and pine tree scents, there was always fun to be had. Even the music was jolly, no holiday song consisting of a sorrowful melody when it came to the season.

However, you unfortunately did not share the same holiday spirit as most during December. Those who had fun on Christmas or their yearly holidays usually had someone to spend it with, a person or people to keep them company from the windy chill and the loneliness of solitude. You had no such company; your family was unable to make it this year for the holidays, and you had yet to find a spouse that could enjoy the Christmas spirit with you.

You tried not to bring your disheartened attitude in with you today at work, but it was a real struggle when it came to watching your co-workers mingle with one another. You had yet to make any stable friendships since you started your job, which your huddling form in the corner showed quite obviously.

With eggnog in your hand and an ugly sweater covering your chest, you couldn’t help but frown at the floor as you listened to the sound of jingle bells and Michael Bublé for the 100th time this month. You desperately wanted to go home, to cry to a hallmark movie and down 3 cups of hot chocolate before passing out on your couch. But your boss insisted that everyone in your office stay for the christmas party else they’ll have to stay late on new years.

You didn’t have any particular plan for new years other than your yearly ritual of drinking your sorrows away while the clock strikes twelve, but it would be nice not to spend it in the office with a bunch of people you hardly knew. So, you stayed. You listened to the bad karaoke and watched as your co-workers got slammed on spiked eggnog.

A particular person who displayed such a description was your boss: a man in his 40s, currently ‘busting it down’ on the makeshift dancefloor to some holiday rap.

“He’s having a bit too much fun, wouldn’t you think?” A voice said next to your ear.

You turned to find one of your co-workers faces right next to yours, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he grinned. You jumped at seeing him so close to you out of nowhere.

“Sorry, I just thought you wouldn’t be able to hear me over the music.” He apologized.

The man’s flurry of bright blonde hair and fair skin seemed to appear out of nowhere, his face flushed with a slight pink that must’ve been from the cold.

“No its alright. Klaus, right?” You asked.

“Yeah,” He laughed and rubbed the back of his head. “I’ve actually been standing behind you for a while now.”

You raised an eyebrow at his words, not expecting his choice of words.

“I mean-- I’ve seen you around the office quite a bit, but haven’t gotten the courage to talk to you ‘til now.”

You almost flushed at the sound of that. Someone had noticed you, and was really that afraid of talking to you? You had thought no one batted an eye at you after the first day of your arrival.

You remembered seeing Klaus around the office a few times-- he always seemed to be nearby, never doing anything important but never so visibly available that you felt confident enough to talk to him. He seemed very popular with your other co-workers, always chatting it up with someone and getting a giggle out of them. Sometimes you’d make eye contact with him, but you turned away too quickly out of embarrassment to let it linger any longer.

“Actually I’ve been standing here for 10 minutes hoping you’d notice me.” He bashfully admitted.

Oh.

“What really? I’m so sorry--” You tried to apologize, feeling yourself grow hot at how oblivious you were.

“No don’t worry. I’m just glad I’ve finally caught your attention.” He gave you a small wink, leaning in closer to make himself more hearable.

You widened your eyes at that, surprised at his forwardness-- you couldn’t remember the last time someone came onto you so obviously. Or rather, at all. You had been sort of avoiding the dating- slash- hookup scene ever since you moved for your job.

“O-oh.” You weren’t exactly sure how to respond, taking another large gulp of your drink.

“In fact, I thought you were looking rather lonely over here.” Klaus said, moving forward closer to you. You stepped backwards in time with his movements, afraid of getting too close to him. He didn’t seem to mind, keeping eye contact with you as he licked his lips and smiled.

“Oh, really? Well… I’m, alright. Don’t worry about me.” You laughed awkwardly, caught completely off guard.

He placed a hand on the wall behind you, standing beside and yet in front of you, in a non-threatening but trapping manner. Taking a sip out of his own drink, he watched as you fumbled to fill the silence he seemed so comfortable with.

“Hey everybody! A shrill voice called. “Guess who’s under the mistletoe!”

One of your female coworkers pointed towards you and Klaus in a drunken stupor, her dark skin flushed from the alcohol and showing mischevious excitement.

You looked up to see a hanging green plant, ripe red berries intertwined in its leaves with a red bow holding it from the ceiling. Klaus didn’t bother looking up, continuing to stare at you as you admired the greenery.

It wasn’t until a chant brought you out of your thoughts did you feel your stomach drop.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Your female coworker started, shaking her fist in time with her intoxicated slurs. She stumbled and clapped her hands, the rest of the office following suit. Your boss even chimed in, becoming the loudest with his tie tied around his forehead and his shirt unbuttoned. You hadn’t realized how unraveled the party had become until all the attention was on you. The chant got louder as more joined in, Klaus looking at you for your reaction.

You looked back at him and to the crowd, unsure of what you should do. Klaus looked prepared, trying to appear casual yet undeniably eager.

“Should we give the people what they want?” He asked, though you could tell what he was hoping for.

Yet, you hardly knew him! This was your first time talking to the man, and he was your co-worker-- someone who you’d have to see day in and day out 5 days a week. The world of problems this one kiss could bring, was a risk you weren’t sure would be worth it.

Despite knowing that, you began to lean towards him. Maybe it was the eggnog or the fear of disappointing the party attendees, but you kept moving forward as he grinned a bit too excitedly.

Immediately Klaus’s hand shot to your back, pulling you so the inside of his thigh warmed your knee. His hand on your back pressed against your sweater and gently moved to support you, the other coming up to cup your cheek. You expected the kiss to be a short peck-- enough to satisfy the drunken herd, but Klaus’s movements read romance.

His hands were warm, likely from holding his hot drink of choice all evening. He smelled faintly of snow and hot chocolate, his breath hitting your nose as he stood over you, waiting to get closer. His fingers fell to your chin as his pointer and thumb gripped to pull your face towards his softly. You let him take the lead, holding onto his cold jacket as he pushed you up to meet his height.

You could feel the burn of a hundred eyes on you, all staring; watching, anticipating.

Klaus’ lips touched yours, his mouth parting just slightly for yours to fit in like a puzzle piece. He didn’t dare shove his tongue down your throat or slime you with saliva like you bet half of the drunks here would have, instead squeezing his lips around yours with a hand on the back of your head, deepening the act of affection as if he waited a millennium to give it to you.

Thankfully, cheering commenced from the boisterous crowd, though you couldn’t hear it from the blood rushing in your ears. Neither you or Klaus wanted to let go-- though for vastly different reasons. Hands rushed to pat you and your male counterpart on the back once you forced yourself to break away. Klaus still held onto you, moving his hands to hold your waist as the crowd trickled closer to congratulate. The music got louder, a shout of more drinks being poured gaining another cheer from the crowd.

They all shouted words of praise and excitement, some more inebriated than others, but nonetheless all happy and excited with a holiday glow in their eyes and cheeks.

Once the drinks were poured and called to be given out, the attention on you and Klaus was gone. The crowd moved away, diminishing all to go back to partying and their own groups of familiarity. Though Klaus still hadn’t let go of you. You looked at him, awkwardly shuffling backward as he let go reluctantly.

The music had somehow gotten louder, though the attention was now pulled back to your tipsy boss making decisions he’d surely regret in the morning, and everyone else focusing back on their own groups. You felt out of place again-- though now with a partner instead of alone. You weren’t sure if that as any better though, since now it was two all alone rather than one.

“Do you want to go somewhere more quiet?” Klaus asked, leaning once again uncomfortably close to your face. “Somewhere with less, you know, people?” He put a hand to the small of your back, hoping to gently push your decision.

“That’d be great.” You sighed with a smile, glad to be escaping in some way, even if it meant spending time with an awkward acquaintance.

Klaus grabbed your hand with his, bringing a comforting warmth to your chilled fingers. He slid by the twinkling christmas tree, pushing past people with an urgency that would’ve concerned you if you weren’t so eager to leave yourself. You almost tripped over the small presents meant for white elephant underneath the tree if you hadn’t watched your step, trying to move carefully as Klaus lifted your hand to make it easier.

“Thanks,” You said, though you doubted it could be heard over the loud chatter and high note from Mariah Carey on the radio.

You realized Klaus had been leading you back towards your desks, into a small hallway that only held your bosses office and a small janitor’s closet. People still paraded around the office everywhere you went, a few couples making out in their cubicles with the only light source coming from strung up christmas lights on the walls. You squinted your eyes, unable to see in the dark except for Klaus’ shoes in front of you.

You bumped into his back as he suddenly stopped in front of the closet, letting out a small ‘oomph’ into his thick jacket.

“Sorry..” You mumbled, though he only seemed to let out a small, teasing laugh.

Opening the door, he led you into the closet. You gulped, thinking this was a strange place to gain privacy. You thought perhaps the two of you would go outside, or maybe head back to one of your cubicles, even if it wasn’t the best way to be alone. Yet, you still followed him into the closet, hoping maybe you could take a breather without hearing incessant jovial laughing or wet drunken kisses from your co-workers who couldn’t keep themselves off each other. Hoping in, Klaus shut the door with a ‘click.’

There was no light in the closet, and no switch to turn on even a hanging light bulb.

“Well, here we are.” You said, hoping to lighten the thick air.

“Yes.” Klaus said, his body in front of you though you couldn’t see it. You shuffled around, trying to get comfortable despite unknown items at your feet and on the shelves next to you. You stood in silence, soaking up the fact that there was no distractions to remind you of your loneliness. And, well, you weren’t alone. Atleast, not right now.

Klaus’ breathing got heavier, loud enough to fill the silence of the closet.

“I can’t believe…. We’re alone together.” He exhales.

“Yeah….?” You say, unsure of what he means.

Though the hands on your shoulders seem to put forth his meaning more clearly.

“I thought we’d never be able to get away from them.” He chuckles, pressing his chest against yours this time, pulling you into a hug. “Though, I didn’t think the mistletoe would go that smoothly.”

Klaus rubbed your back with a sensuality you didn’t expect, humming into your ear as he embraced you moreso than co-workers-- or even friends should.

“I can’t say I expected you to kiss me so easily..”

He let go of the unreciprocated hug to cup your face with his soft hands.

“So, does this mean you have feelings for me…. too?”

“W-what?” You back away from his hands into the supply shelf. “Klaus, uh,” You chuckle for a moment, trying to come up with an answer. “We’ve only talked once, and that was 5 minutes ago!”

You tried to keep your tone light, giving a small laugh to hide your nervousness.

“But our kiss,” He argued. “Our kiss. Didn’t you feel something from that?”

He huffed and brought his hands down to your shoulders.

“Not only that--didn’t you feel any sparks when we made eye contact last tuesday? When you brushed by me in the break room? Come on.” He spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, shaking your shoulders and pressing the toe of his shoe against yours.

“I’m sorry, I don’t even remember that--” You tried to find his eyes in the dark, but could only make out vague shapes of his face. “I thought that kiss was just-- peer pressure.”

Klaus went silent. His hands limp against your shoulders, the male hung his head in defeat.

“....Nothing? You haven’t… noticed me at all?” He sounded pitiful, voice cracking ever so slightly. “And our kiss, was just an act to you?”

Klaus bit his lip to stop himself from letting out a sob, his worst fears commencing together to build a crushing momentum.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know, it meant that much to you. I don’t know you that well, so I really don’t have any room to say I share the same feelings.” You sighed, patting his hands sympathetically.

Well, that was certainly a turn of events from what you expected.

Yet, Klaus perked up at hearing you.

“But that doesn’t entirely rule out the possibility, right? You could still… find yourself falling for me-- potentially.”

“Klaus, I don’t really think--”

“It’s possible, with enough time, with enough-- convincing.” He interrupted.

You were about to refute his rationalization, trying to let him down gently. That was until the feeling of familiar lips crashing onto yours came, devouring you faster than the first kiss had. Klaus shoved you against the supply shelf, forcing your head back with his as his nose bumped into yours. Tight lips wrapped around your mouth as the man desperately tried to convince you.

“Klauth--!” You tried to muffle out, feeling your struggling hands forcefully pushed against the shelf.

“No--! Just let me--” He huffed between kisses. “Give me the chance to convince you--! I’m worth it!-- I promise--”

Thumps could be heard outside the closet, cleaning and old office supplies falling off the shelves as the two of you danced in a struggling fashion.

You let out a series of noises against his mouth, mostly poor attempts at trying to tell him to stop, to get off of you, all of which were futile compared to how overpowering Klaus’s desperation was. He was determined, and there was little that could stop him.

Though with a rightly timed shove and a bite of his lip, you managed to push the man into the door. It let out an echoing clatter, Klaus being unable to catch himself beforehand.

“What is the matter with you!” You managed to huff out, balling your fists up.

Klaus ignores your upset expression, wiping his lips.

“I’m really not a bad guy, you know. I don’t use things like chloroform or handcuffs.” Your heart dropped, panic beginning to set in. “I didn’t even really plan on bringing this with me tonight…. It was just a precaution. So I hope, you won’t think different of me.” Klaus frowned, coming closer to you with heavy footsteps.

“What are you even on about!” You tried to back away, about to tell him to stop once more. The more he came closer, the more worried you became. Clearly, there was something wrong with him on a level that you couldn’t understand, and you weren’t waiting to find out what it was.

But before you could react, a pinching feeling was running down your thigh. Something stabbed into your leg, unwavering as Klaus’ hand covered it. His other arm moved up to shove against your mouth, your teeth biting into his arm as you tried to struggle away. He spun around, pushing you against the closet door as you tried to frantically get free. Klaus thumbed the end of the syringe, making sure the entirety of the sedative entered your system. Once he felt it hit the bottom, Klaus pulled the needle out of your leg and threw the syringe to the floor. He used the rest of his weight to keep you steady and silent.

You tried to scream against his arm once you realized what he had done. You didn’t know what he had just injected you with, but it certainly was not something benign. Your arms tried to flail but could only wiggle within Klaus’s grasp as he held them down.

Only a mere few seconds passed before you felt something strange occur within you, a limpness in your limbs beginning as your eyelids lowered. It was small at first-- just a nagging tiredness in your body. But it soon grew to a point that you could no longer counsciously comprehend, your mind flatlining.

“You’re so much work,” Klaus said with a struggled laugh, trying to keep you down while brushing a stray hair away from your slowly relaxing face. “But worth it. I promise, I’ll prove myself to you. I’ll make you beg for me.”

You could feel your spit drool down your chin from Klaus’ sleeve, your attempts at biting and removing his arm leaving you a mess. It didn’t take long for the tranquilizer to work its effects, your eyes having gone hazy and body nearly falling to the floor. If it wasn’t for Klaus’s reaction time you would’ve slammed against the door, which would’ve been preferable when it came to Klaus’s intentions. Instead, he caught you with his arms, fighting to keep you upwards.

“You’ll be convinced before new years, sweetheart.” Klaus planted a small kiss to the side of your mouth, cleaning the drool from your face. “Merry Christmas, my little present.”

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Road Trip

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff, innuendoes, more fluff

Summary: a road trip and family time with your husband

You were headed off on a road trip to your family’s house for Memorial Day weekend, but first you had to stop at the gas station and get gas, snacks and clean off the windshield real quick. Normally you would both fly, either commercially or with a quinjet but Bucky had convinced you it would be fun to drive the 8 hours together.

Your husband insisted on pumping the gas and cleaning the windshield as you went in and got snacks. You got back in your seat right as he started wiping the windshield with the squeegee. In true Bucky fashion, he decided to show off his muscles he knew you loved a little, as he moved the wiper back and forth. He finished putting on his show that made you turn red as a tomato. Even after 2 years of marriage and 2 years of dating, he was still able to make you blush with the simplest of things.

Bucky jumped back in the car and cranked it up. “So what’d ya get doll?” “Other than a show from my lovely husband?” you teased. Bucky chuckled, “glad you enjoyed it,” he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “ I grabbed your favorites my favorites and some water for us,” you explained. Seeing all his favorite snacks he smiled, “you know me so well doll.” You smiled as Bucky pulled out of the gas station and headed onwards towards your family’s home.

The ride there was like from a movie. There was karaoke to songs like Party in the USA and California Girls, there were times where you fell asleep and Bucky could look over and smiling softly at his girl, peacefully asleep and looking as beautiful as always in his opinion. Bucky’s hand always resting on your thigh, a slight touch that kept his touchy side under control. Bucky was always wanting to be closer to you and cuddle, not that you were ever opposed, you loved all the cuddling, hugs and kisses.

You guys didn’t need to stop much, since Bucky was a super soldier his stamina for driving long distances was also longer. You did of course get slushies when you stopped for a bathroom break. You had gotten cherry and he had gotten blue raspberry, yet somehow both your tongue’s were purple.

Eventually you made it to your childhood home, your 2 brothers already there with their families as they had a shorter distance to drive. The plan was to all spend the weekend there, and have a big lunch BBQ and pool party on Memorial Day before heading home for work the next day.

You got out of the car, Bucky insisting on taking the heavier of the bags as you walked up to the door. You didn’t even have a chance to knock before 3 kids came barreling out the door towards you and your husband. Behind them came your parents, siblings and their partners walking and laughing at their kids’ and grandkids’ behavior. You and Bucky set the bags down and opened your arms for hugs from your niece and nephews. “UNCLE BUCKY! AUNTIE Y/N!!!” They all yelled, super excited to see their superhero aunt and uncle. “Hey kiddos,” Bucky replied, picking up one kid in each arm as you picked up the 3rd. “How about you guys let Y/N and Bucky bring their stuff in before you jump on em?” Your oldest brother suggested. The kids immediately jumped down and ran inside to get the first game ready as you and Bucky finished heading inside.

“Sorry about the welcome party,” your other older brother, the middle child, greeted. “You know we love them,” you replied waving off the apology. “You guys are in your bedroom, Y/N, the kids decided they wanted to sleep in the living room.” You smiled at the antics similar to what you and your brothers used to do as kids. “Sounds good, we’re gonna go set our bags down and freshen up but we’ll be back down soon.” You both headed up the stairs to your childhood bedroom.

After an amazing dinner, a good night’s rest and an amazing Sunday filled with family fun it was time for the Memorial Day celebration.

You had gotten up early with your husband and gone on a morning run, well, he ran and you jogged, you gave up trying to keep up with him a long time ago. You got inside and showered off all the sweat, deciding to not waste time putting on real clothes and just wear your swimsuit.

“New bikini doll?” Bucky asked as you stepped out of the bathroom. “Maybe, why, see something you like?” Bucky smirked and nodded stepping closer to you. “Very much so doll face.” He put his arms around your waist as yours went up around his neck. He gave you a very passionate kiss proving just how much he liked your new bathing suit. Just as things were getting slightly more heated, there was a knock at your door. With a groan from Bucky and a “come in” from you, your brother came in. “Sorry to interrupt, whatever was going on, but mom asked if y’all could go get mayonnaise and cheese from the store.” Bucky went to grab the keys as you agreed to go out and get the ingredients after putting clothes on over your bikini.

After you got back, your brother had started grilling as your other brother and his wife helped your mom in the kitchen with sides and toppings. The kids were in the pool so after asking if anyone needed help you and Bucky were tasked with watching the kids.

Everyone had eaten and most were in the pool or having a beer, talking in the pool chairs. You were sitting a ways away in the grass. watching your husband swim around, shirtless and god it was a sight to behold. You were lost in thought so you didn’t hear your dad tell Bucky to grab you and toss you in. You didn’t realize what was happening till Bucky had picked you up bridal style and was rushing you towards the pool.

“James Buchanan Barnes don’t you dare!” You yelled. He just laughed and continued, knowing you weren’t actually going to be mad. After being tossed in the pool and getting out to dry off, slightly irritated at your husband for getting your hair wet, he came over to you. “Babe, doll,” he tried to hug you but you avoided him, walking closer to the pool, a plan formulating in your head. “Honey, I’m sorry, doll, are you mad, doll please talk to me, I’m real sorry, I didn’t think you’d be mad.” You smirked and turned around, shoving him into the pool, then bursting out laughing at his surprised face. “Now we’re even,” you determined. Bucky laughed it off and got out of the pool, you gave him a kiss to show you weren’t mad, and you both went inside to shower and pack up.

The car ride home was similar to the one there, with slightly more sleeping on your part after all the swimming. After getting back to your shared room at the tower you both laid down to cuddle and fall asleep for the night, dreading when Steve would come wake Bucky up for early mornin training. He’d much rather stay in bed and cuddle you.

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One More Sleep

Photos are not mine except bottom center, that is me with real life Ginger. All others are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: None really…little angst if you squint, maybe a swear word or two but mostly pure Christmas fluff, all the bunnies and all the unicorns. Alludes to smexy time.

Word Count: 5.7K-ish

Summary: Part of the Gingerverse. You and Billy were married in January and are excited to spend your first Christmas together as a married couple but he takes a job out of town close to Christmas and he may not be back in time to celebrate with you or attend your work ugly sweater Christmas party.

A/N: Title is a song by Leona Lewis off of her album, Christmas with Love. Real life Ginger did pick her Christmas karaoke song and another one that I put together in a Christmas karaoke playlist that I’ll link at the end. Frank and Reader have more interaction with each other in this one. It’s pure fun with a little bit of conflict. I hope you like it and enjoy your holiday season!🎄

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“Why can’t someone else go, Billy?” You asked with an elevated tone.

His open garment bag was on the bed, a few crisp suits and ties rested on top as he packed his toiletry bag. You weren’t the only one who was having a hard time with the fact that Billy had a job out of town so close to Christmas, he was too.

He hated disappointing you which is why he was trying very hard not to look at you.

Your arms were folded protectively across your chest as you leaned against the bathroom door frame while he angrily threw things into his bag.

“You think I wanna be away from you, baby?! It was either me or Frankie and I’d rather not take him away from his family this time of year. He was away from them enough when we were deployed.” He said.

His voice was low and angry. You knew he didn’t want to leave you but he had no choice, it was a big opportunity for the company and the team to travel to D.C. for a job. He just didn’t know exactly how long it was going to take.

This was supposed to be your first Christmas together since you got married back in January so when he told you about this job, you were very happy for him and the company but also sad that he might not be home for Christmas.

“I know, Billy. I just wanted to spend my first Christmas as a married woman with my husband.” You said, relaxing your shoulders and dropping your arms away from your chest.

Billy looked up from the bathroom counter and into the mirror to look at your reflection. He smiled that perfect smile at you, the one he always gave you when he didn’t want you to be mad at him anymore.

It was hard to stay mad at him when he flashed that smile at you but you weren’t really mad, just a little sad and disappointed.

He turned around and held his arms outstretched, he wanted to hold you.

“Come here, sweet girl.” He said softly.

Billy pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head. You snaked your arms around his torso and you could hear his heart beating against your ear. The tension in your shoulders eased as you closed your eyes and felt the warmth radiating off of his body; he always managed to make you feel better.

“Well, if I’m not home in time, that just means you get to spend Christmas Day with Ginger.” He said. “So it’s not all bad but I will try my hardest to get home in time.”

You could feel him smile against the top of your head.

“No, it’s not all bad. But if you’re not back in time, you’re gonna miss my ugly Christmas sweater party at work too.” You said in a disappointed tone.

Billy tilted your chin up so you were looking into his rich brown eyes, they looked like two endless pools of black ink and you never failed to get lost in them. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to yours. You could taste the fresh peppermint on his lips as you delicately scraped your nails against his scalp.

“I know, I’m so sorry my love. But I put Frankie in charge of that job, your company wanted security for it, I guess in past years you guys have had some party crashers?” He asked.

This was the first you were hearing about your company hiring Anvil for security at your party so it caught you off guard.

“Oh! Yeah we’ve had some crashers in the past. So wait, Frank will be at the party? Oh, Ginger is gonna torture him. Did you tell him there’s usually karaoke?” You asked.

Billy gave you a devilish smile.

“No, but here’s the best part…I told him he had to wear an ugly Christmas sweater because that’s what your company wanted but that was a lie. He’ll be the only one from the team wearing one. He’s gonna kill me but it’s gonna be really funny.” He said with a wide smile and raised eyebrows.

“Billy Russo!! That is SO mean!” You exclaimed, trying to hold in your laughter.

He kissed you again.

“I know, but hey that’s what we do…we prank each other. This is a good one though! And don’t you dare say anything.” He said, pointing his long slender finger at you while you were biting down on your lower lip.

God, you loved him so much.

“I promise I won’t say anything.” You said.

“I love you, sweet girl.” He whispered in your ear.

You smiled affectionately at him and replied. “I love you too, handsome. Ooh I can’t wait to tell Ginger!”

You turned and ran out of your bedroom toward the kitchen when Billy called after you.

“Hey, what did I say?!”

You yelled back from the kitchen. “Oh she’s not gonna say anything, Billy! Trust me, she’s gonna want that to happen more than anyone!”

He just shook his head and smiled.

God, he loved you.

**********

“Wait…so I need to make sure I heard you correctly. Frank thinks he has to wear an ugly Christmas sweater to the party because that’s what work wants him to do? So he ‘blends in?’” Said Ginger, typing away on her keyboard.

You turned your head to answer her. “Correct.”

A wide Cheshire cat smile stretched across her face.

“Aaaaaand Billy told the rest of the team to dress in their normal work clothes and not to tell Frank about it?” She asked.

You nodded. “Yes.”

“Oh my god, this is gonna be the best party ever! He also has no idea we have karaoke at this thing, does he?!” She asked, full of excitement.

“Nope!” You replied.

“He’s gonna be PISSED!!” Ginger said, clapping her hands together. “I gotta figure out which Christmas songs to sing!”

The wide smile slowly disappeared from your face. You were excited for the party and had the perfect ugly Christmas sweater but remembering that Billy may not make it back in time for the party OR for Christmas was a little upsetting. You tried to smile anyway but Ginger could see right through it.

“Billy may not make it back in time, huh?” She asked.

Shaking your head vigorously back and forth, you answered, “He said he’s not sure how long this job was going to take. Was I wrong to be upset with him for going out of town so close to Christmas?”

“You have a right to be upset, all you wanted was to spend Christmas with your husband and now you might not be able to…anyone would be disappointed.” She said.

You nodded.

“But hey, even if he doesn’t make it back, I’m gonna make sure we have a fun Christmas. Ok?” She said with a warm smile. “I’m gonna get champagne, breakfast food, oh and we’re soooooo sleeping at your place because…penthouse! Make sure my room is ready!”

Life was certainly better with friends like Ginger and you were probably just as excited as she was to see the look on Frank’s face when he realizes that he didn’t have to wear the sweater and Billy pranked him.

Even though it would be difficult, you were going to try and enjoy the rest of the holiday season.

**********

You tried to keep as busy as possible.

There were days where you went shopping with Ginger, or had dinner with the Castle family because Frank and Maria didn’t want you to be inside the penthouse all alone.

Before he left for his trip, Billy had put your Christmas tree up. You loved that the penthouse had high ceilings so you could pick out a very large tree but a real one didn’t fit in the elevator so you settled for a very real looking artificial tree. Nothing was more important to Billy than to see a smile on your face or make you laugh and he knew that setting the tree up would make you happy.

So most nights you would sit in the dark with only the tree lights on, drinking your tea, and looking at all of the ornaments. The soft warm glow of the white lights illuminated the ornaments in front of them nicely.

Your parents let you take the ones from your childhood that used to be on their tree, then there were the ornaments Billy had given you, and the ones that the Castle children had made for you that had their pictures on the inside. It really warmed your heart that they called you “Auntie.”

The busy streets below shined brightly with festive white lights placed in trees and buildings all around the city. There wasn’t anything quite like New York City at Christmas time.

Looking out at the moon, you wondered if Billy was doing the same. It loomed large encased in an ethereal glow while the bitter winter wind howled past the window. You suddenly felt cold; you missed him terribly and wanted him home but there wasn’t anything you could do about it except wait.

Billy had already been gone for a week, Christmas was four days away, and he still didn’t know when he would be coming home. A tear streaked down your cheek remembering the phone call with him earlier. That one did not end well.

“Wait, so you might miss New Year’s too?!” You had said, sternly.

Touching the palm of your hand to your forehead, you had closed your eyes, trying very hard not to get upset with him but the stress had been too much.

It was a little lonely working all day and then coming home to an empty apartment, listening to Christmas music and looking at the tree alone, baking cookies without him sneaking one when you weren’t looking, or taking a sip of your hot chocolate before giving it to you to make sure it wasn’t “too hot.”

“Hey, I’m not doing this on purpose, alright?! You know I hate being away from you but this is my job, sweet girl. You know this! You know who you married, I’m not always a 9-5!” He had yelled.

He was right. It wasn’t his fault; you knew who you married and it was good business for him but before you could apologize, he had ended the call. Billy was the closest person to you: It was just easy to take it out on him and he didn’t deserve that.

You tried to call him back but it went to his voicemail.

“I’m so sorry, Billy. I know some things can’t be helped and it’s not your fault. It’s good for your business and I’m happy you’re doing so well. I just miss you…I love you, baby.”

Billy shuts down when he gets angry and still doesn’t quite know how to navigate his anger so he keeps it all inside, and then it comes out sometimes in explosive ways.

You had a feeling you may not hear from him for a couple of days.

**********

“So he just hung up on you?” Asked Ginger.

You needed to have an after work drink and vent the next day.

“I shouldn’t have snapped at him, Ginger.” You replied.

“And you haven’t heard from him today?” She asked.

You shook your head.

“No…and I doubt that I will. I tried to call and apologize but he didn’t answer.” You said, taking a sip of beer.

“Well hey, our party is tomorrow, Christmas is in three days, and I know he’s not here with you but we’re gonna have fun alright?” Said Ginger. “Plus we get to bust Frank’s balls about the sweater. Maria said it’s a good one but she wants it to be a surprise.”

She started to laugh which brought a smile to your face and made you laugh too.

The two of you clinked your glasses of beer together.

“Thank you for making today better, Ginger.”

“You are very welcome!” She replied.

**********

December 23

It was your last day of work for the year. The company always shuts down for the week between Christmas and New Year’s, not completely but most of the employees have a bit of a break which is really nice but again, you didn’t want to spend it alone.

That was another reason you got upset with Billy; you have a week off from work coming up and before he went away, he told you maybe he would take a couple of days off with you but now that was also in jeopardy.

On your way out of the building, you could see the silvery gray clouds overhead and the air was dry yet it had a fresh scent to it. It smelled like snow. The scent brought you back to your wedding day when Billy smelled the snow coming…and he wasn’t wrong. The weekend he proposed to you, you told him it smelled like it was going to snow.

Until you told him, he had no idea incoming snow had a scent. You weren’t even sure that it did but it always smelled the same to you and your nose was never wrong. And now you were on your way home, about to get ready for your Christmas party but you couldn’t get Billy off of your mind.

You missed him.

It was difficult to concentrate on getting ready when all you could think of was Billy but luckily Ginger came over and distracted you as you were getting ready.

The two of you had matching ugly sweaters so you obviously had to show up to the party at the same time. The sweaters were red and green, wrapped in silver garland with red and green Christmas bulb ornaments on the front and back.

“These are gonna be such a hit!” She said, excitedly. “They are so loud but so fun!”

“The only thing that would make them better is if they lit up.” You said with a smile.

“Well, we’ll look for something like that next year, let’s go!” Said Ginger.

She pulled you out the door by your coat and the two of you headed for the elevator. On your way down to the ground floor, she reassured you it was going to be a great night, you were going to have fun, and maybe get your mind off of Billy even if it’s just for a little while.

You really hoped she was right.

When you arrived at the party, it looked like the company really outdid themselves this year with everything…the food, the decorations, and of course, the security.

Frank was hard to miss in his sweater…it was gray with snowflakes all over it and it had the body of an elf on it so Frank’s head was also the elf’s head.

You tried your best but you and Ginger could hardly contain your laughter.

“That’s uh, a nice sweater Frank.” You said, trying to control yourself.

Ginger was practically in tears, she was laughing so hard.

“Maria was right, that is a good one!” She cackled.

Frank folded his arms across his chest, trying to cover up the body of the elf but it didn’t help. The more uncomfortable he looked, the funnier it was.

“I’m gonna wring your husband’s neck when he gets back, you know that don’t ya?!” He bellowed. “I’m the only one dressed like this!”

Another member of the security team saw Frank in his sweater.

“Lookin’ good, Castle.”

“Yeah? You think this is funny, Wilcox? Keep walkin’ and go do your job!” Said Frank.

“We’ll be back later, Frank! Hope you’re ready for karaoke later!” Ginger said, walking away.

Frank stopped you while Ginger walked away to go mingle.

“Your husband’s a dead man, kid. Tell him right now, I’ll wait.” Frank said.

The smile disappeared from your face. “Yeah, he’s not too happy with me right now, Frank. I, uh, got angry with him when he said that in addition to maybe not being here for Christmas, he may not make it home in time for New Year’s either.” You said in a low voice.

The tears that welled up in your eyes was instant, almost like it was a reflex. You hated fighting with Billy but you were under added stress with the holiday’s coming, family obligations, parties, etc.

You explained to Frank that it was just a busy time of year and everyone had slowly been chipping away at your patience level and you took it out on Billy when he didn’t deserve it. You just wanted to spend Christmas with your new husband.

Frank put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed.

“I know what it’s like to not be with your family during the holidays, kid. I couldn’t thank Bill enough for letting me stay behind so I could spend this time with Maria and the kids. But I know that he hates that he’s had to spend this time away from you. He told me the other day when I talked to him. You are his family.” He said.

The side of your mouth curled up into a half smile as you gently brushed the tear away from your cheek. Billy Russo was your husband, the love of your life, and the person that made you happier than you ever thought you could be.

But no matter how many times you reassured him of your love for him, sometimes he was still scared that if he didn’t do everything perfectly, that you might end up leaving like his mother had done or anyone else that he had cared for.

Billy was strong; he was a survivor and had already gone through so much heartache that you tried your very best to make sure he knew he was loved and that you weren’t going to abandon him…ever. You showed him that he didn’t have to try so hard to be the perfect husband, the perfect lover, or the perfect friend because nobody was perfect.

You certainly weren’t. But you were perfect to Billy because you loved him more than anyone ever has. He finally had what he had always wanted which is why he tried so hard to not disappoint you and shutting down was easier than trying to say how he felt.

It was something that was always a work in progress with him; he needed to hear those words…”I’m not going anywhere, Billy. You can tell me, it’s ok. You are good enough.”

But sometimes, you would need that reminder too. You needed to remember that he needed that extra coaxing and encouragement so you could continue to help him put back together the pieces of that fragmented little boy inside that he desperately wanted to fix. And he worked very hard at that…for you.

“I love him so much, Frank.” You said with a hitch in your voice.

Frank smirked. “He loves you too, kid. It’ll be alright…you’ll see.”

“Is Frankie the elf gonna go tell Santa what I want for Christmas?” You started to laugh.

He couldn’t help himself; he started to laugh too.

“Ya know, we were having a nice moment and you had to remind me that I’m wearing this ridiculous sweater!” The gruff tone to his voice sounded even more intense but he was still smiling. “Alright, get outta here, go have fun and lemme do my job, yeah?”

“Thank you, Frank.” You said with a playful smile.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart…Bill’s still a dead man though.” He asserted. “Ginger was kidding about the karaoke, right?”

A sly smile stretched across your lips as you walked away.

“RIGHT?!!!” Frank called out after you.

“See ya later, Frank!” You answered back and waved.

Now you were ready to have a little fun.

**********

The lights dimmed a little lower after dinner, the bar was open, and it was almost time for karaoke. Frank looked more and more uncomfortable by the minute. Not only was he in a silly Christmas sweater, he was going to be subjected to Ginger’s singing until the party was over. She tended to hog the microphone at parties like this but no one minded because she was so entertaining.

If you asked Frank though, he would most definitely disagree which made her performances even more entertaining to see the grumpy look on his face. He couldn’t even leave the room because he had a job to do.

He held it together for the most part but the song that had him wanting to fling himself out into traffic was Christmas Wrapping by the Waitresses. What’s not fun about watching Frank squirm while Ginger entertains the room? It definitely had you in stitches.

Bah, humbug!" No, that's too strong

'Cause it is my favorite holiday

But all this year's been a busy blur

Don't think I have the energy

To add to my already mad rush

Just 'cause it's 'tis the season.

The perfect gift for me would be

Completions and connections

left from Last year, ski shop,

Encounter, most interesting.

Had his number but never the time

Most of '81 passed along those lines.

So deck those halls, trim those trees

Raise up cups of Christmas cheer,

I just need to catch my breath,

Christmas by myself this year.

Ginger did her best to get everyone in the room to sing along too. “Come on everyone! Help me out here! Frank loves this song!”

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!

But I think I'll miss this one this year

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!

But I think I'll miss this one this year

Mingling around the room, you conversed with co-workers, had a couple of drinks, and then decided it was time for you to do a couple of songs.

Billy was usually your focal point, staring intently at you with his infectious smile that lit up any room. The way he looked at you showed everyone how much he was in love with you and that you were the only woman in the world for him.

The duet you and Ginger did of Baby It’s Cold Outside was a HUGE hit. The two of you were in matching sweaters, so of course you had to do a duet of some sort and you had a blast doing it. Frank did seem to enjoy that performance from the sly smirk you noticed across his mouth.

When Ginger walked away and left you by yourself with the microphone, you were nervous so you felt the need to explain the reason why you chose the next song. You gave them all the short version.

“My husband is out of town at the moment and I really miss him. So I keep hoping that it’s only one more sleep until I get to see him again.” You said softly into the microphone.

Snow is falling all around us

My baby's coming home for Christmas

I've been up all night inside my bedroom

He said that he'll be with me real soon

You weren’t quite the entertainer that Ginger was but your performance wasn’t bad.

So I wait

And I wait

But I've had as much as I can take

'Cause I've got 5 more

nights of sleeping on my own

4 more days until you're coming home

3 more dreams of you and mistletoe

2 more reasons why I love you so

I've got 5 more nights

until you're next to me

4 more days of being lonely

3 more wishes I can barely breathe

If I can make it to

Christmas Eve then it's

One more sleep

(one more sleep until it's Christmas)

One more sleep

(Can't believe how much I missed us)

One more sleep

(One more sleep until it's Christmas)

One more sleep

When you looked off to the side, you noticed Frank talking on the phone. His eyes kept shifting from the entrances to the room then to you and back to the entrances. You assumed he was just doing his job but you did wonder who he was talking to.

Now I don't think I can remember

A cold and lonelier December

And I find myself staring at the window

Wondering when you're

gonna get back home

It had been a little lonely the past couple of weeks but you had great friends that were there to make sure you were ok and didn’t have to spend the season alone.

So I try

And I try

But there is nothing I

can do to pass this time

I've got 5 more nights

of sleeping on my own

4 more days until you're coming home

3 more dreams of you and mistletoe

2 more reasons why I love you so

I've got 5 more nights

until you're next to me

4 more days of being lonely

3 more wishes I can barely breathe

If I can make it to

Christmas Eve then it's

One more sleep

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed movement over where Frank was standing. A tall slender silhouette glided into the room, the man’s back facing you as Frank talked with him.

Frank was all smiles when he embraced the other man, also in an ugly sweater; they were both laughing and pointing at the other’s sweater; he squeezed his shoulder and glanced over at you as the other man turned around to look at you.

Until we're rocking

around the Christmas tree

Until I got you sitting next to me

We got a lot of catching up to do

I just can't take this missing you

Even with the lights down low, you knew that smile anywhere.

As Billy came closer, you could see his sweater better. It was black and white with red along the collar, the cuffs and the hem. Pictures of reindeer, Christmas trees, snowflakes and candy canes were splashed all over it. The sweater was hideous.

5 more nights on my own

4 more days

3 more dreams

Mistletoe

I can't believe I ever let you go

5 more nights of sleeping on my own

4 more days until you're coming home

3 more wishes I can barely breathe

If I can make it to Christmas

Eve then it's one more sleep

It'll be one more

(One more sleep)

It'll be one more

(One more sleep)

One more sleep

You weren’t even sure the microphone was back on its stand before you took off running. Before you could jump into his arms, he held his hand out to stop you.

“Whoa, wait one second sweet girl!” He said with a welcoming smile.

Confused, you stopped just short of crashing into him when he reached into his sleeve and pressed something. Lights all over his sweater started to twinkle and he extended both of his arms, welcoming you into an embrace.

“Merry Christmas, beautiful.” Said Billy, pulling you into his chest.

He squeezed you tightly and you, in turn, squeezed back. His body was a warm cradle for yours as you rested your ear against his chest. “Merry Christmas, handsome.”

Cupping your cheeks, his liquid brown eyes flicked from your eyes to your mouth as he leaned in to kiss you. His long slender fingers traced down the hollow of your throat and the bristles of his beard raked against your soft cheeks.

“Are you surprised?” He asked.

“I think you know the answer to that, baby.” You lightly touched your lips with your fingertips, trying to place the sweet taste to Billy’s lips. “Is that chocolate, I taste?” You asked him.

Billy chuckled. “Well when I stopped home to change into my sweater, I found the cookies you made.” He said.

“You sniffed out those chocolate chip cookies inside the sealed Tupperware?!” You asked.

He winked at you. “I found the peanut butter ones too. You’ve been busy! They’re delicious.”

“You are such a sugar junkie, my love.” You said with a playful smile.

The smile on your face quickly disappeared in favor of a slight frown while you tried to apologize to him.

“It’s alright, sweet girl. You already apologized…I’m—I’m sorry too. What I’m NOT sorry about is having Frankie wear this sweater! That is a good one.” He laughed.

Frank pressed his lips together in a straight line, a look of embarrassment washed over his face along with playful hate for Billy.

“The only reason I don’t give you a black eye right now is because y/n is so happy you made it home.” Frank growled. “Oh no, Ginger has the microphone again. What time is this party over anyway?! I can only take so much, kid.” He said.

You glanced at your watch. “Thirty more minutes, Frank. And are you saying you DON’T wanna do this again next year? Ginger will be disappointed if you don’t.” You giggled.

Billy couldn’t take his eyes away from you. His stare was incessant and made the hair on the back of your neck stand up but in a good way. He drew your hand up to his lips and planted a soft kiss along your knuckles sending delightful sparks down your spine.

“I’ll gladly go out of town for a job so I don’t have to do this again next year!” Said Frank. “But I like seeing you smile, sweetheart. And as much as I wanna slap that smirk off of his face, I like seeing this guy smile too.” He said, pointing at Billy.

“Come with me, beautiful. I wanna show you something.” Billy said into your ear.

Clinging to him tightly, you didn’t want to let him go but you let him lead you out of the room. His fingers laced with yours, you had to take two steps at a time to keep up with his long strides.

Frank called out after the two of you. “HEY!! Where do you two think you’re goin’?!! Don’t leave me here alone listening to this!!”

You and Billy left the room while Frank was forced to listen to Ginger do her best Mariah Carey impression.

Oh, I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas is youuuuuuuuu!!!

“Where are we going, Billy?” You asked.

He turned to look at you over his shoulder. “Just outside.”

As you got closer to the door, you could see the sidewalk was covered by a light dusting of snow, the street lamps illuminated the snow as it gently fell from the sky, and the cold winter air stung your lungs as he ushered you outside.

The snowflakes were so big, they almost didn’t look real and the surrounding city sounds were muted as a subtle smile stretched across your lips.

“I knew it…I could smell it on my walk home today. Is this my Christmas gift, handsome? You brought home snow!” You exclaimed, your hand tightening firmly around his.

Billy shook his head, clusters of snowflakes gathered in his rich brown hair and his eyes locked on yours. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach gradually intensified as he continued to gaze at you, not noticing people on either side of you passing by.

“I wish I could take credit for this, baby but have you noticed that it we’ve had snow during some of our biggest relationship milestones?” He asked, pulling you in close again.

He noticed too.

“When we got engaged…the day we got married…and now our first married ‘almost’ Christmas.” You replied with a warm smile. “I thought about that earlier today, actually.”

It was cold but with Billy’s arms wrapped around you, the cold didn’t seem to bother you. You could only imagine what you look like to the people walking around outside, holding each other in the snow with your ugly Christmas sweaters on with Billy’s actually flashing different colors but it was nothing less than perfect.

“It’s been ok the past year, hasn’t it?” He asked with concern in his voice.

You pulled away to look at him. “What do you mean, Billy?”

“Our marriage…I know we fight sometimes but I—“ He said before you cut him off.

Billy Russo wasn’t scared of anything. He had been to war, survived childhood trauma, and found the one thing he thought he’d never have…love. Not only did he fall in love, that person in turn, loved him back.

“Of course we fight, Billy! I’d be worried if we didn’t! How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t need to be perfect?” You asked him.

His lips curled into a shy smile. “At least one more time, sweet girl.”

“Billy Russo, I will always fight for you and I will never give up on you as long as you try…as long as we both try. I don’t need you to be perfect. All I want and all I need is you.” You said, trying not to let your tears fall but failing miserably. “I love you.”

You felt his warm breath against your eyelashes before he leaned in to kiss you, the scent of his cologne on his sweater was faint but still there, and his cold fingers wrapped around your neck like a necklace.

You drew in a sharp breath as his mouth slanted over yours, parting your lips with his tongue, kissing you desperately, and telling you over and over again how much he loved you.

“I love you too, baby.” He said softly. “You ready to go back inside?”

“Y-y-yes.” You replied, your teeth chattering slightly.

“We’re taking Ginger home with us, I’m assuming?” Asked Billy.

“Her room is ready and waiting.” You said. “She’ll be with us for Christmas too.”

A devilish smile extended across Billy’s mouth, a smile that you knew all too well, and with that smile, you knew you were in trouble as soon as you got home.

“I hope she packed noise cancelling headphones because, Mrs. Russo, your sweater is really doin’ it for me.” He purred in your ear.

You could feel yourself blushing as you replied.

“Oh…you’re not joking, are you.”

He had a feral look in his eyes when he slowly shook his head back and forth. You wanted him just as badly as you whispered back,

“Well…let’s go home then, Mr. Russo. You can probably get a better look at it if I JUST wear the sweater.”

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Introvert | Dream Reaction #5

Title: When their gf is an introvert

Genre: Fluff, very slight angst

Warnings: mentions of drinking in Haechan’s part

Word Count: 2068k

Author’s Note: I’ve been working on this for a while and finished it on my birthday 🥳 ! Some parts are a little longer depending on the member, which is unintentional. But I hope that my fellow introverts can find this relatable. I tried to be realistic. Thank you for reading!

*noraebang - karaoke room

~ ~ ~

MARK

Mark actually liked that you were an introvert. It meant not having to go out a lot and spending more time resting at home together. You didn’t mind much when he was busy with work and didn’t get to see you. To him, you made dating simple.

But when it came to things like meeting his members, you were practically freaking out. To say the least, you weren’t very talkative. But around new people, you were just so awkward and constantly afraid of making a fool of yourself.

“Everything is going to be fine. I promise,” Mark mumbled.

You took a deep breath and nodded to Mark. Before bringing you in, he placed a quick but encouraging kiss on your lips. “I’ll be right next to you the whole time.”

Mark meant it when he said that. He held your hand in his, as he introduced you to the 127 members.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, (Y/n)-ssi,” Taeyong said.

Jaehyun, sitting next to the leader, nodded. “Yeah, Mark has told us so many great things about you.”

“He did?” You nervously glanced at your boyfriend. He smiled shyly in response.

Soon enough, you didn’t feel too anxious anymore. Mark would be very proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone.

✎__________________________________________________________

RENJUN

Only a few months had passed since you and Renjun started dating. But you were friends before that. So it was safe to say that he knew you well. He is also an ambivert (at least I believe that). So he would be a lot more understanding than you originally thought.

The first time you realized this was when you guys were getting ready for a summer party hosted by Haechan. You had been stressing over the event all week. Not because you didn’t like Haechan or any of Renjun’s friends. You just didn’t like going to parties in general.

Loud music, games, and people everywhere. The idea of it all terrified you.

“(Y/n)-ah, are you ready?” He called out to you. You snapped out of your thoughts and glanced up toward him.

“Of course I am.” You forced a smile on your lips. However, Renjun saw right through you.

He sat down beside you and looked at you softly. “We don’t have to go, you know.”

“What?” Your eyes widened. “No—Donghyuck is expecting us. And you’ve been looking forward to this.”

“He’ll understand.” Renjun took your hand, caressing it gently. “You shouldn’t force yourself to do something you don’t like because of me.”

You were troubled by your boyfriend’s words. When you tried to protest, he stopped you.

“But Renjun—”

“We can see the guys any time,” He reassured you. “Don’t worry.”

In the beginning, you felt really bad about Renjun missing out on the party. But he kept insisting that he would rather stay at home with you. You guys ended up trying a new baking recipe. Honestly, it was a lot of fun. You were truly grateful for having someone as considerate as Renjun.

✎__________________________________________________________

JENO

Being an introvert himself, Jeno understood you pretty well. But compared to him, you were a true blue introvert. Being shy, preferring small groups to large ones, needing alone time. Yeah, you were pretty much the definition of what an introvert was like.

The end of the school day couldn’t come any sooner. You walked out of your last class, feeling so burned out. As soon as you exited the building, you saw your lovely boyfriend waiting for you in the front. Seeing the endearing smile he gave you, automatically let the fatigue move to the back of your mind.

Despite being in high school, you hadn’t pictured yourself being one of those lovesick teenagers. But here you were, eagerly walking into Jeno’s embrace. His strong arms wrapped around your waist tightly. Jeno’s hugs always made you feel safe.

“How was your day?” He asked, after pulling away.

You let out a sigh. “Tiring. I feel so dead.”

Obviously, you were exaggerating. But it didn’t feel too far off from the truth. Being at school all day practically drained the little energy you had to begin with. Jeno nodded understandingly and patted your head. You forced yourself to smile and returned the question to him.

“How was yours?” Jeno’s lips parted as he was about to reply. But he was stopped when his friends came over.

“There you guys are! We’ve been looking for you,” said Renjun.

“Yeah, it’s almost like you were hiding from us,” Chenle crossed his arms. You smiled at the suspicious teasing look on the boy’s face.

Before you started dating Jeno, you didn’t hang out with many people or any at all. You didn’t expect that to change when you became his girlfriend. But you were immediately welcomed into Jeno’s friend group. At first, you were a little overwhelmed by his six guy friends that were kind of chaotic. Now you couldn’t imagine your life without them.

“Who’s in for noraebang* today?” Haechan asked.

The others shared their excitement at their friend’s suggestion. Then there was you who didn’t really want to but felt obligated to go. Just as you were mentally preparing yourself, Jeno wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“Actually, (Y/n) and I planned to study for our physics test,” Jeno lied.

You turned to him in slight surprise. Sure, you were pretty on top of it with studying. But that test wasn’t for at least two weeks from now.

In response, Haechan rolled his eyes. “Ugh, boring.”

“It’s fine. Let the lovebirds do their thing,” Jaemin waved you two off, causing some of the guys to laugh. Jeno waved to the guys and led you away. You hadn’t been able to take your eyes off him.

“Why did you do that? We could’ve gone with them,” You nudged him.

Jeno shrugged, “I know you’re overstimulated from school. So I think it would be better if we just go to your place and take a nap.”

“What about homework?”

Your boyfriend hesitated and backtracked his previous words. “We’ll do homework and then take a nap?”

Hearing him say this, would cause a swirl of different emotions to consume you. You honestly couldn’t ask for a more understanding boyfriend.

“I love you.” You’d stop walking to hug him. Usually, you were shy when it came to skinship, especially in public.

In return, Jeno’s eye smile would appear. He’d press a light kiss against your temple and say, “I love you too Jagi.”

✎__________________________________________________________

HAECHAN

Donghyuck had no problem with dating an introvert. It’s one of the reasons he fell for you. You guys met at the freshman college retreat. He was having a blast meeting new people, playing games, and participating in the other events.

In the midst of it all, he saw you watching everyone else have fun. So doing what made sense to him, he approached you and introduced himself. Immediately, you were shy by the sudden attention you had gotten from this cute boy.

“Why is a pretty girl like you sitting by herself?”

Hesitantly, you looked around and back at him. “Are you talking to me?”

“Silly, who else would I be talking to?” He teased. “Also, you didn’t answer my question.”

He listened quietly as you reluctantly explained that the friend you came with was off somewhere drinking. You didn’t know anyone else here, and everyone else seemed to have formed into cliques already.

“You can hang out with my friends and me, if you want,” Haechan suggested. “We are kind of loud and weird. But we won’t judge you.”

For the first time that night, you smiled and accepted the boy’s offer. The guys didn’t expect Haechan to come back with a girl. To your surprise, they welcomed you fairly quickly. At first, you were a little overwhelmed by them. But they were all kind and funny.

It took a while (like a whole semester) for you guys to start dating. But when Haechan was with you, he’d be super soft. He was also surprisingly protective. If anyone tried to mess with you or make you feel uncomfortable, he was sure to make them regret it.

Honestly, Haechan thought you two were the perfect pair. While he helped you come out of your shell, you helped him appreciate the quiet side of life. In other words, you guys balanced each other nicely.

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JAEMIN

You being an introvert would bring out the introvert in Jaemin. When he was with you, Jaemin would be a lot calmer. In a sense, you guys would sort of recharge together. Especially late at night and you were both done with work or school.

The two of you would meet in his bedroom, utterly exhausted from your day. With the lights dimmed, you guys would be on opposite sides of the room doing your own thing, He’d be on his computer, editing photos. You would be laying on the bed, reading a book. The comfortable silence was complete bliss.

There were other times when you’d be hanging out with the Dreamies. Jaemin and you would be sitting off to the side, watching the chaos happen among your friends. After a while, Jaemin and you would meet each other’s eyes. You’d squeeze his hand and smile softly.

Of course, Jaemin found this quiet gesture to be adorable. Unable to resist himself, he’d cup the right side of your face and kiss you gently. The two of you would completely forget about what was happening around you.

“I swear, those two are in their own world,” Renjun shook his head.

Mark being the eldest, would try to defend you guys. “Well…they’re kinda cute.”

Jaemin didn’t really care about what the guys thought. But you’d probably be embarrassed later.

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CHENLE

A common question people had when they came across Chenle and you was, “How did you even meet one another?”

He was loud, and you were quiet. He had no problem saying what was on his mind, while you held back your true thoughts on things. He was confident, you were not. Despite your different personalities, it somehow worked.

Chenle is another member who would think of you cutely. There would definitely be times when he teased you. In social situations where you’d get shy, he’d laugh and hug you from behind.

While Chenle didn’t see you being an introvert as a problem, you were a little insecure about it. You just didn’t get it. Chenle was such a great guy and he could have anyone. Why you?

“Why are you dating me? I’m so boring,” You asked half-heartedly.

The singer looked up from his phone to you. In a gloomy mood, your chin was propped up by your elbow resting on the edge of the sofa.

Chenle being quick-witted would simply smile and say, “Yeah, but you being boring makes me more fun.”

Unfortunately for him, you weren’t pleased with his answer. Chenle laughed and grabbed your hand when you made a move to leave. Then he’d pull you down into a hug.

“I like you the way you are, (Y/n)-ah. You’re perfect.”

So no matter how many times you doubted yourself, Chenle was there to reassure you.

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JISUNG

Jisung is pretty introverted himself. So he wouldn’t mind if you were an introvert too. But you guys were different types of introverts. He was more on the shy side, while you were just quiet in general.

Eventually as you guys got closer, Jisung’s shyness would wear off. He’d definitely be the more talkative one out of you two. Lucky for him, you were a great listener.

Jisung had had a lot of thoughts floating around his head. He couldn’t describe how nice it felt to be himself, without feeling judged.

It would be another late night of him ranting and you listening while playing with his hair.

“I don’t know. I just want to do my best and work harder,” He sighed and then turned to you.

You gave him a soft smile. “I get how you feel. But I think you’re doing pretty great, Jisung-i.”

This is one of the things Jisung loved about you. How understanding you were. How patient you were. How you never invalidated his feelings. He always felt better after talking to you.

“Thank you for listening to me.” He’d hug you and hold you close to him. “I really appreciate it.”

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#nct dream #nct 127 #nct dream reactions #nct dream fluff #mark lee #renjun #haechan #jeno #jaemin #chenle #jisung #mark #lee donghyuck #park jisung #kpop #nctzen #czennie

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best friends nick miller, winston schmidt and winston bishop

idk if this fandom is alive anymore but i love these boys and i want to live with them so here's some really detailed headcanons - sorry its long lol. (nsfw mentions, mental health issues & fem!reader, lowercase intended btw) i also made a playlist here

brief backstory - you move into the loft after jess offers you her old room as she's moving in with cece, you’ve known jess for a while as she comes into the coffee shop you work at everyday and has done for the past like three years. you take up the offer and that’s where the best part of your life starts.

let me emphasise that these boys love you so much and as much as they like jess, they like you a tiny bit more but will never say it.

these boys will defend and protect you till the day you die and they would do the same beyond death too - anyone bad mouths you and these boys are like who said it whos ass are we fighting (although none of them would actually beat anybody up, we all know what they’re like)

nick always asks if you’ve eaten or taken your meds and when you say no this man glares at you until you move from your spot and go do so whilst you stare at him with a little scared

had a long day and just wanna lie down face first on the sofa? you can literally lay on top of these men and they're not bothered in the slightest

if your head is on either winston or schmidt’s lap (and your hair is long enough) these boys will braid your hair subconsciously and sometimes schmidt does a really good job (not surprised tho)

(ignore if you don't smoke) you and nick have a guilty pleasure like every few nights going to the roof, dead in the night and sitting in lawn chairs sharing a cigarette together. it’s a bad habit but it’s something you two enjoy together.

going to parties and bars altogether and whilst everyone is making out with people or going home to sleep with people, you and winston are singing your hearts out, like you guys are brilliant at karaoke and you whip out all the old songs, any song.

and then one of the rare times winston is actually making out with someone, you’re normally sitting at a table like : (

listen we all make mistakes right well, just if you’re heartbroken don't be sitting alone with schmidt because somehow you will kiss him and sleep with him and yeah. that happens one night.

and you wake up the next morning and schmidt is actually kinda cute cuddled up next to you and it does feel nice to be cuddled so you just kinda go back to sleep for a bit.

and i'm going to say this now, you do kiss all the guys at some point and/or sleep with them too.

one of them needs a fake girlfriend? you’re down.

there’s one time you are Winston's fake girlfriend for when his family visits and at the end of the day you’re like, “that was fun, any girl would be lucky to have you as their boyfriend” and you give him one big kiss before going off to bed and he’s stood there dumbfounded.

you know in that episode where they all admit they’ve thought about jess whilst getting off once? yeah well it’s the same for you. if not a little more. there’s no point denying it.

dont u deny that you haven't thought of them too.

there’s a period where you’re very much suffering with your funky brain and you’re laying in bed a lot or laying on the floor of your bedroom staring at your ceiling with so many yet no thoughts.

and bless these boys my god, especially nick as he knows what it’s like. they’ll each come sit with you and talk about anything to distract you or just sit with you to keep you company.

nick finds you sitting on the floor, back against your bed, head in your arms with your knees pulled up, sniffling away and he doesn’t say anything but sits next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. he pulls you close and just kinda crumble in his chest and this man does not judge you one tiny bit. he knows what it's like. so he doesn’t say anything but rubs your shoulders and gives you head kisses. you stay like that for a good hour.

later that night you finally emerge from your room and they’re all sitting on the sofa. it’s obvious you’ve been upset but no one says anything. you dont say anything as you make your way over and sit between winston and schmidt, and winston puts his arm around your shoulders, not in like an obvious comfort way but more in a platonic way?? (idk hopefully you understand)

for your birthday nick is broke and gives you a badly handmade card but dear god you get very emotional about it and he’s like, are you crying?? why?? what did i do i'm so sorry omg??

need someone to come to the doctors or the dentist with you and hold your hand? nick will. but don't squeeze his hand that hard cause he will scream.

these guys support whatever you do. wanna game all night long? they dont care if you’re screaming at a 12 year old for killing you. play any instruments or sing? give them a concert (if you’re comfy). love art? they’ll commission you art (if you give them a friends and family discount). they’re very supportive, okay <3

give them hugs. they might not act like they want hugs but from what i know about boys, they always want a big squeezy hug. so please give them hugs.

thing about schmidt tho is that if he finds you crying he’s not the best at dealing with it, “y/n have you seen- oh, oh no. NICK?? WINSTON?? HELP”

you guys of course fight and have silly arguments but sometimes they dont really have a filter and will say something unintentionally mean to you and then when they see your face fall they’re like oh god oh no i didnt mean i swear

you always forgive them though, it’s hard to stay mad at them <3

they love you as much as you love them <3

sorry it’s really long and detailed but there’s more if you want it and if you guys wanna send in headcanon requests im totally down to write them! < 3

#nick miller x reader #winston schmidt x reader #winston bishop x reader #new girl imagine #new girl imagines #new girl #nick miller #winston schmidt #winston bishop

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watchingovergvff · 10 months

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Tiny Dancer- Danny Wagner

Summary: Home alone, sick, and slightly crazy. Your day takes an interesting turn after your lovely boyfriend, Danny, returns home early.

Genre: Established Relationship. Fluff and Angst.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Angst, Sickness, and Embarrassment.

A/N: I love to hear feedback, so please don’t hesitate to do so. Thank you for all the love and support <3333

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Singing along, you can’t help the extra pep in your step. ‘The Indigo Streak’ by Greta Van Fleet plays throughout your living room.

You bring the laundry basket closer to you on the coffee table. Folding clothes normally bores you to no end, but the music is helping. Since it's laundry day in your household, you dawn a scraggly t-shirt from your lover’s drawer and little heart pajama shorts.

You had been lazied around the house all day, not bothering to step foot outside. Danny has been doing interviews all day and last minute preparations for the tour, leaving you at home alone today. It's been such a boring day, that you're doing chores for fun.

The boy’s new album, Starcatcher , had only been out for a couple of days now. Danny had been very open and willing to share the music throughout the entire creative process with you, but you wanted to wait until release day. So, now that the entirety of the album is out, you're enjoying it to the fullest extent.

Hearing Danny count them in at the beginning of Frozen Light , immediately made your knees weak. Jumping out of your seat on the couch, you throw the crumbled shirt back into the basket. Being alone has its perks, especially when you want to embarrassingly dance to your boyfriend’s music.

Attempting to match Josh’s vocals, you screech to your best ability. You stomp around, hopping along to the beat. Abusing the extra alone time and Danny’s busy work day, you revel in the freedom of being weird.

Speak of the devil.

Apparently, Danny had come home early. The interviews had ended quickly and tour meetings were short, so he happily made his way home to you. He expected to find you still asleep in your shared bed, but instead he was greeted with karaoke and a dance party. He was clearly not invited.

Leaning against the archway of the living room wall, Danny watches you whilst giggling at your obliviousness.

Hopping around, your party comes to a screeching halt when you catch a glance of a certain someone in the doorway. You holler in shock, not expecting someone to be in the house, much less your boyfriend.

Danny is basically bent over laughing, mostly at your reaction but also the silliness of it all. You quickly find your phone, pausing the music as quickly as you can.

Crossing your arms across your chest, you look up at him, irritation and embarrassment gracing your features. The house is no longer filled with loud music, but with Danny’s laughter. Your face flushes red in embarrassment and slight anger.

“Danny, that's not funny. Stop laughing.”

He’s still chuckling deeply, trying to sit up enough to look at you. Stomping your foot like a toddler, you roll your eyes at him.

Finally he meets your eyes, fully sitting up at this point once he notices just how embarrassed you are. Trying to reach out and comfort you, he winces when you push his arms away.

“Honey, I’m not laughing at you.”

“Yes you were.”

“No, I was laughing in surprise because I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Expecting what?” you menacingly ask.

Waving his arm around, trying to conjure up the right words. “Well, you being out of bed for one. But also your little dance party.”

You scoff at his words.

“Wow, I didn’t realize I seemed that lazy to you.”

Danny’s eyes widen in panic, not sure where to go from here. “No sweetheart, that's not what I meant–” “Well what did you mean then?” you interrupt him. Sighing, he continues, “What I meant was, I was surprised you were out of bed because you weren’t feeling well when I left this morning. We both know the last thing you are is lazy.”

“Oh, well–” your voice trails off, not sure how to respond to his kindness.

“And, I wasn’t laughing at you for having a dance party. I think I was more surprised that you were having a dance party to my music,” he smiles at you. “You must not know me well, Daniel. I’m your number one fan first and your partner second,” you allow the smile to grace your lips, grinning at him.

Fanning his face, Danny smiles at you and makes his way toward you. Opening your arms, you fall into his broad chest.

Wrapping your arms around one another, both of you finally breathe the other in. Being close to Danny immediately brings a calming wind throughout you.

Swaying back and forth, you silently apologize and he silently forgives. No words needing to be exchanged, just the closeness is enough to understand each other. “Hi,” you whisper gently into his ear.

“Hi, my love,” he squeezes you tighter. “Are you feeling better?”

Mumbling into his neck, you respond, “I think so. I have been a bit lazy today, but I got bored and started doing laundry. Which quickly turned into a dance party, not much laundry got done after that.”

“That's alright, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it. Have you taken some medicine?” Danny questions whilst rubbing your back.

Shaking your head no into his chest, he finally pulls you away to look at your face. Caressing your face gently, Danny hisses under his breath. “Honey, you're burning up. You need to take something now.”

You shrug your shoulders at his words, having felt fine earlier. Dragging you back to your shared room, Danny instructs you to get back in bed while he retrieves your medicine. You groan at the growing ache in your head, having not noticed it moments ago.

Minutes past and you can’t help the urge to get up in search of Danny. Starting to get out of bed, you immediately fall back in as soon as Danny appears through the door.

“Hey, where are you off to?”

“I was about to come find you, actually,” you mumble. “I was just in the kitchen,” he reassures you, while also sitting you up to take some medicine.

Quickly throwing back the meds, you settle back under the covers. “I know, you were just taking too long.” Danny chuckles at your quiet response. “Need anything else, love?”

“You. Come lay with me please,” you plead, holding out your hands to him.

Ignoring your grabby hands, he smiles at you silently nodding at your request. He walks away, closing the bedroom door and clicking on the ceiling fan. You huff at his slowness, not quite liking his speed.

Smiling at your impatience, Danny hastily changes his clothes into something more comfy. Deciding to poke fun at you a little bit, he meanders a while longer. “Danny, you think you're so funny, don't you?” you say, trying to not let your smile appear.

Slinking over to you, Danny rolls onto the spot next to you on the bed. “Sometimes.”

Smiling across at him, you allow him to pull you closer into his chest. “Ugh, you're hot.”

“I know.”

Wacking his arm lightly, you groan at his cheesy joke. “Not funny.”

“It’s a little bit funny.”

“Maybe a little bit. It helps that I’m in love with you.” “Me too, silly.”

Groaning at his words, once again you choose to ignore him.

“I love you, my tiny dancer.”

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Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed!!!!

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911 Spoilers Season 3: You’ve been warned. 😅 Buddie Rewatch

Episode 10-14

Episode 10: Christmas Spirit

Woman Pepper Spray Santa: Buck trying to comfort the little kids, but failing miserably and basically telling a bunch of kids that Santa is not real.

I have no way of knowing if Eddie was working on this shift, but I like to pretend that he heard Santa was one of the victims and choose to stay near the fire truck.

Eddie and Hen are hanging out together. Eddie is talking about how upset Chris is about having to work on Christmas. He knows that Chris will have fun at his aunts but compared to last Christmas with Shannon, it won’t measure up.

Buck, Chris, and Denny are playing together. Chris asks Buck if he could spend Christmas with him. Buck apologizing and telling him that he also has to work. Christopher being extra upset over work.

Buck joining Hen and Eddie in their conversation and commenting on how Christmas sucks this year. All of them pretty much agreeing and Buck saying he wouldn’t be surprised if it got worse.

Golf Clubs vs Plane engine: Buck and Eddie standing closely next to each other. Really got to love that height difference.

Buck pulling out the golf clubs and then noticing Bobby’s nose bleed.

Buck being overly concerned over Bobby. Bobby slightly annoyed by how Buck is concerned. He appreciates it, but thinks it’s too much. Buck admits that Bobby is one of the most important people in his life and he doesn’t know what he’d do if something bad happened to him.

Buck calling Maddie, asking Maddie to do him a favor and speak with Athena.

Blue lady; Eddie and Buck being instructed to look around the home for evidence of anything that may have caused this. The victim commenting on handsome firefighters exploring her home. Eddie finds the cream on the counter. Buck finds a trash can filled with empty tubes.

Athena surprising Bobby at the fire house. Revealing Buck had coordinated with her to plan dinner.

Everyone’s family and friends appearing at the firehouse for a surprise Christmas party.

Eddie hugging Christopher, with his Tia right there. Buck watching the moment really happy for them.

Buck walking around with Mistletoe, uses the opportunity to get a hug and kiss from Hen. (All of us hoping Eddie would have walked by in that moment. But obviously we aren’t so lucky)

Christopher sitting in the middle of Buck and Eddie while they eat dinner.

Buck walking over to Chris with a present to open, Eddie and his Tia standing right next to them, like a family, watching the interaction.

Big 118 Family Christmas photo. Eddie and Buck are stand close to each other. Christopher and Tia are standing in front of them.

Episode 11: Seize the Day

Skydiving emergency: Bobby coming up with the most insane rescue plan. Buck and Eddie are on top of the fire engine and attempting to catch the unconscious man hanging from the plane. They are of course successful.

Mother approaches Buck and Eddie and asks them if they are single. They look at each other.

Buck’s leg is improving and no longer on blood thinners and will no longer need to see his ortho.

The 118 talking about Micheal’s cancer treatment. Which leads to a conversation about Albert, Chimney’s brother. Everyone being excited to meet Albert. Hen making appoint about found family.

Foreclosed home and angry owner: Buck and Eddie fairly close to each other at the scene of the accident and while helping lift the vehicle, and walking back towards the truck.

Albert makes a surprise visit to the firehouse. Buck is enjoying his company. Eddie is sitting right next to buck eating, while Buck describes what Albert has done while waiting for Chimney to arrive.

Eddie revealing that he likes baseball and inviting Albert to see a game.

Karaoke night: Eddie and Buck sitting next to each other at the bar cheering Albert as he was singing with Hen. Eddie, Buck, Hen, and Maddie awkwardly watching Chim lashing out on Albert. Buck chasing after Albert while everyone else tries to process everything.

Maddie reveals that Albert will be staying the night with Buck. Maddie also mentioning her parents aren’t bad people, but they messed up raising both Buck and her.

Buck allowing Chim and Albert to have a deep conversation in his apartment, while he went to go take a shower.

Eddie has invited everyone to his place. Buck, Chris, and Albert are all playing together while Chim and Eddie set up the table. Eddie says the 118 is his chosen family.

Maddie is in the kitchen, when Buck comes over to try and steal a snack. Maddie smacks his hand away. They have a conversation about how you never want to go over to someone’s place empty handed. Buck stating that this is Eddie’s home, he’s really not a guest.

Buck, Eddie, Albert, and Chris around the table enjoying the food. Albert cleaning off Christopher’s face. Buck and Eddie watching.

Episode 12: Fools

Motorcycle and merry-go-round: Eddie mentioning how Chris has watched a video similar to this same scenario online, but the bike wasn’t on fire.

Eddie and Buck are standing next to each other. Buck remembering the victim from a previous rescue.

Maddie, Chim, Josh, and Buck playing poker. Buck is terrible at poker. Josh points out that if he didn’t know any better, he would have thought they were trying to set up Josh and Buck together.

Buck just smiles and Maddie says she wouldn’t do that to Josh, she likes him too much. Buck is slightly offended at that comment. Josh and Buck start to bond over how hard dating is and putting yourself out there.

My personal head cannon for Buck is that he is bisexual. He’s not closeted, just doesn’t feel the need to announce that about himself. I like to believe he had a boyfriend in high school that Maddie knew about. It could explain why neither one of them bat an eye at Josh’s comment about being set up. The way Buck was sitting there with the biggest grin on his face, after Josh made that comment, best believe he was flattered by the thought.

Eddie and Carla are at parent teacher conference. The science teacher mentions how Christopher keeps telling his classmates that tsunamis aren’t a big deal. The meetings are pretty miserable up until we meet the English teacher, Ana. Ana is extremely beautiful and Eddie noticed that.

Ana letting us know that Christopher is funny and very popular in class.

Carla low key trying to be a great wing woman. Carla calling Eddie out on his little crush on the teacher.

Eddie lashing out at Ana because Christopher got hurt while trying to ride a skate board. Eddie being pissed off and takes Chris home, even though Christopher wanted to stay in school.

Carla explaining to Eddie that he needs to have a conversation with Chris about his limitations. Chris revealing that it was his idea to try to ride the skateboard.

Shitty Date; Eddie talking to the victim, asking if she was trying to escape a bad date.

Buck breaking down the bathroom door. While trying to get the woman unstuck from the window and she talks about how hard dating is. Buck proceeds to tell everyone, Eddie’s business of how he ruined any chances he may have had with Chris’ cute English teacher.

Buck and Eddie drinking at Buck’s place discussing Eddie and Chris’ most recent fight where Chris called Eddie a liar. Buck telling him a story about a one-armed Pitcher and how nothing is impossible.

Chris not wanting to go to school because he’s still embarrassed about the skateboard incident. Eddie having a one on one with Chris and explaining that no one can do everything. He talks about how he may have to do things differently but that he can’t be afraid of trying something new.

Chris roasts Eddies cooking skills. Eddie tells us he has a black thumb and can’t keep plants alive.

Eddie apologizes to Ana for lashing out on her. Ana gives him a metaphor about falling off a horse and how it may not be the right horse. The conversation being geared toward how Chris may not be able to ride a skateboard but could end up writing a book. There is an underlying tone in their conversation about dating.

Buck and Carla help surprise Chris at the skatepark. Eddie and Buck pushing Chris on the skateboard contraption they created. Chris having the time of his life. Cute family moment.

Episode 13: Pinned

Bowling Ally Crushed Arm: Eddie and Buck are in the background walking in the gurney.

Eddie and Buck hop on top of the machine to observe the situation and come up with possible solutions. Buck coming up with keeping the arm braced with the device. Everyone a little surprised by that.

Buck is welding the piece off. Eddie is standing nearby, watching from above with no protective gear.

Buck and Eddie guiding the victim’s arm out. As they walk out of the bowling alley, Buck is celebrating/joking around. Eddie rains on his parade a little. It’s light hearted in banter.

Chim, Hen, and Eddie are discussing Chim’s relationship with Maddie. Eddie telling Chim that who cares about what Albert thinks. Eddie also being the one to ask if he loves her. Eddie laughing when Chim says they are taking it slow.

Buck interrupts the conversation for line up.

Before Chim walks out the locker room, Eddie stops him and states, “tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone, if you love her, tell her.”

Nail Gun to the Heart: Buck secures the “weapon.” Eddie tries to reassure victim that this surprisingly happens a lot.

Buck and Eddie standing closely together, like a foot apart.

Buck and Eddie closing the ambulance doors together.

Buck and Eddie walking pressed against each other to open the ambulance doors. They are talking about getting lunch.

These men do not know how to exist in a space and not be a foot from each other.

Episode 14: The Taking of Dispatch 9-1-1

No Buddie. Iconic Episode.

We get to see Buck being Buck and doing what he felt was necessary to make sure his sister was safe.

#buddie #911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #buck x eddie #911 spoilers #911 show #911 fandom #evan buckley #9 1 1 #911 rewatch

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Dec. 13th: Comfort in His Voice

Day 13: Laundry Day/Just Can’t Sleep

Guys, I’ve made it to Day THIRTEEN!! of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!

Warnings: Maybe Swearing, *Slight* Allusions to Smut (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni) Word Counts: 0.8k+ Words Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

The relationship with Steve, though new, felt natural in a way that brought us both comfort. So much so that sleeping over felt like second nature. It was not often that we found ourselves in separate beds. And even though I still lived at my parent’s house, we ended up splitting the nights pretty equally between our houses. Even though Steve was concerted at first he began to realize that my parents understood that we were both adults and we stayed respectful of their boundaries. Physical intimacy was always something I thought you found within sex. I realized though, the physical intimacy that I craved the most was feeling the weight of his body pressed against mine, no sex on the horizon, just comfort from each other’s touch.

There was something so beautiful in recognizing that, while the sex was extraordinary, it was not the most important part of the relationship. It didn’t compare to knowing that your emotional needs were being met and that you were an equal in the relationship.

I struggled with falling asleep on nights when we found ourselves at separate houses. I craved the comfort and feeling only Steve could provide when we shared a bed. Tonight, Steve was taking Robin and Eddie to a dive bar in the neighboring town, I decided to stay home because I had to work early the next day. But here it was, 1:30 in the morning with no sleep in my future. The bar had to have been closed or close to closing so I took my chances in calling Steve, hoping his voice would help me find comfort.

After six rings, I heard a voice on the other end, “Hello?”

“Stevie?”

“Baby,” He sighed out. “What’s wrong?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” I whispered in the receiver. “Missed you too much. How was your night?”

“I missed you too, baby,” He echoed. “Robin went crazy, the alcohol she drank tonight must have given her a personality change because she suddenly had the most confidence known to woman-kind.”

“Really?” I questioned, giggling at his excitement. “What happened?”

“She had three shots and decided that she found the love of her life, she walked right up to this woman, and within a few minutes they were making out, in front of everyone!”

“No way that was Robin,” I argued. She was a comically shy person in public but with our group of friends she was exceptionally outgoing, I was so happy to hear about her willingness to believe in herself.

“Oh yeah, so she left with her about an hour later and Eddie decided that he was going to sing karaoke but he was also three shots deep and it didn’t take long for them to kick him off the stage because he was hogging the mic,” Steve said, beginning to laugh at the memory he was sharing. “He took a few more sad shots and then I gathered him up and took him home.”

“Wow, that’s a quick night for you guys,” I continued whispering. “Did you have fun at least?”

“Oh yeah, I did,” Steve reassured me. “I would have had more fun with you there to make fun of Eddie with me.”

“You need to be nicer to him, be a better wingman,” I reprimanded.

“I know,” Steve sighed into the receiver. “I’ll be better. How was your day today and night?”

“It was fine,” I started. “My boss was on my ass about the new product and its layout for the holidays. I have to finish the setup tomorrow. Dad grilled some hamburgers for dinner and we watched ‘Wheel of Fortune’ after dinner. Some real party animal shit.”

“I hope your day at work goes better today, honey,” Steve said. “If it makes you feel any better, I work the late shift today so I’ll have to do all the restocking and cold calls to remind people to pay their late fees.”

My face fell, I had completely forgotten that Steve was working late today. “It doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Will you do me a favor,” Steve whispered back to you even though he had no reason to be quiet. “Tomorrow, when you leave work, will you come to my place? Stay with me?”

“Yes, please,” I said, releasing a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

“I just sleep better when we are together,” Steve said, rambling. “You’ll be here for a few hours before I get here but all of your favorite snacks are in the pantry. If you’d rather stay at home, I get it and I could come to you. But if you’d rather have another night apart, I get that-.”

“Stevie,” I interrupted him. “I don’t want another night apart, I sleep better next to you too. In case you forgot, I couldn’t sleep tonight and I called you at almost two in the morning because I missed you so much. After work, I’ll head home to yours, I’ll even make you dinner for when you get home.”

“I love you,” Steve mumbled into the receiver. I could tell that sleep was starting to creep up on him. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“I love you too, handsome,” I echoed. “Get some sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Tonight though sleep came slowly, I found comfort in his words and that would be enough.

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington AU #Steve Harrington Fluff #Steve Harrington x Reader #Steve Harrington x Reader Fluff #Stranger Things #Stranger Things AU #Stranger Things Fluff #fckinwild kiwi #fckinwild kiwi writing #domestic december #comp lady domestic december #stranger things fic

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mac-lilly · 6 months

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BTTMW4 recap

Well, here we go ...

General

As most of you heard, last year's con, BTTMW2, with 14 guests was a fucked-up fiasco. This one ... wasn't anywhere near as bad.

(Though, tbf, there was no way for a con to be worse than last year's edition. Even the DI staff said that.)

There was better communication and fewer delays. And the cast didn't look like they were about to keel over any second.

There were even actual JATP panels! On both days! With all of the cast being present! All the time! And they actually got to talk about their show and other projects.

After three years, there wasn't much new information. The cast talking about the props they received (in Owen's case: stole) from the set was the most interesting thing.

Though Charlie talking about how he got sent to community theater bc he kept playing air guitar at his hockey games was so freaking adorable. And it felt so Luke.

The party ... and the "JATP concert"

So, while BTTMW4 was a fantastic experience in general, the party was a huge disappointment.

We already had a bad start. One of my friends is in a wheelchair, and the main access to the room was via a few steps. What kind of genius idea was this, DI?! It took them quite a few minutes to figure out how to get her down to the room. On the way back, I followed her. It was like an escape game.

So, yeah, not the ideal start.

And it didn't get much better. After last year's experience, I stayed away from the food. As cute as it looked, I wasn't keen on getting a Sunset Curve experience again.

Now the "JATP concert"

Well, it wasn't a "JATP concert". It was mostly Madi performing her own music. The closest we got to a JATP concert was her singing along to "Stand Tall" - the song was playing while the cast entered the room.

It was obvious that the guys didn't want to get on stage and sing. That's absolutely understandable. But then DI shouldn't have advertised it as a JATP concert. There were people who paid €220 for this party just to see the JATP concert. I'd be fuming if I had paid for that. (Please, don't get me wrong. Madi has an amazing voice. Unfortunately, her music doesn't do it any justice. And the terrible playback made it worse.)

So, anyway, yeah, not a good concert. The party got slightly better after the concert. Brenna D'Amico saved the party by getting on stage and doing group karaoke with the fans.

Random thoughts and occurrences:

Owen saying that this year was the first time he didn't get a gift for Nikolaus was heartbreaking

Owen with his giant emotional support candy cane - adorkable

The Chowen meeting room was exactly as messed up as a friend and I predicted - two independent conversations in one room: The French fans chatting with Charlie and the rest of us talking to Owen in English. (How the French girls actually understood Charlie's archaic French - no clue. Magic.)

I got nervous when I gave Charlie his ghosties. He squeezed the bag, noticed the content was squishy, and asked if he should keep his dog away from it ... RIP Ghosties - they'll be Koa's snack.

The ones who actually looked into their bags (Sacha, Madi & Owen) said they liked the ghosties.

We got a video message from Kenny, saying he's working on some theatre productions. (I really hope he didn't ditch us bc of Zac's star on the Walk of Fame, though.)

The hotel charged €14 for a footlong sandwich. WTF?! I didn't buy one, but I kinda want to know what was on this sandwich. €14 ... even at overpriced train station shops, I get 3 sandwiches for the same price. The hotel was pretty fancy, though.

Today is Bart Johnson's (Coach Bolton) birthday. At the closing ceremony, right after DI said again that it would be the last con, he got a birthday cake, and he was asked to make a wish. So he said: "BTTMW5"! The faces of the DI bosses were priceless.

Honestly, it looks like DI might cave and do another edition. But who knows.

Fun fact: While my souvenir is COVID, all my friends got influenza. WTF?!

There are probably more things to talk about, but my brain is too foggy to come up with more stuff. So that's what you get for now.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp cast #bttmw4

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It smelled like cigarettes as I closed the car door. Gavin had an older model of one of those cyberlife self driving cars. The seats' pleather were cracked in some areas, the navigation screen was dusty, and cigarette burns in some places. Not to say the car was gross, but it was clearly very used.

Without saying much gavin started the car. He turned the key, and it hummed to life, pulling out of the police stations parking lot.

I felt tense. It felt wrong being in gavins car, like when you clip out of bounds in a video game. It was strange sitting so close to him, it was strange doing any of this.

Why did he even invite me?

He could have asked any question to test how predictable I was, yet he decided to waste both of our time and take me to a bar. To waste my sanity and make me keep nice with him out of work. Fuck. I should have just told him no. I don't want to do this shit.

It was strange how silent the ride was so far. I wasn't sure if I preferred the awkward silence or his god-awful conversations. I swallowed hard realizing the corner I've backed myself into.

"So, not talkative, huh?" Gavin asked. I looked at him, chewing on my cheek. I didn't know how to respond. "Come on. What? Am I too stunning to speak?" He briefly gave me fluttering eyes and a wide shit eating grin before turning back to the rode but he was still smiling. I tried not to scoff. "Oh! So handsome, my legs turn to jelly!" I snapped back.

He looked me up and down for a moment, brows frowed, chewing on his cheek. Like he couldn't figure put how to respond. "What? To stunning to speak?" I asked before turning my attention back to the road.

We pulled up in front of the bar. It was sleek but still edgy and dingy looking like obsidian brass knuckles. I stepped out of gavins car, reading the large silvera typeface font "Smoky Cheers" hanging over the wooden doors. Despite the slightly roughed up appearing, it looked really nice. I shot gavin a suspicious look. "What?" He asked, stuffing his hand into his old warn jacket.

He pushed open the wooden doors, the smell of cigarettes and vapes immediately overwhelming my senses. Loud prog rock blasting out of speakers and random party lights swinging every way they could by the karaoke stage. It was immediately overwhelming and disorienting.

He guided me to a stool by the bar which I took, he sat next to me. He was close. Closer than comfort. "So," Gavin started, "tell me a bit about yourself." I held back a scoff. "Come on, you've been so quiet. I admit I enjoy not hearing your bitchy attitude for once but you're starting to freak me out."

"I'll tell you something about me if you tell me something about you." I replied. He sighed. "Fine." He took a moment to think. "I like comedy horror and action movies... I have a cat... I've had this jacket sense high school and... I... my favorite color is brown."

I could feel a little wheel spinning in my head. Where to start.

"Okay..." I replied. "So... let's break this down." He just raised his brows for a moment, shaking his head. I couldn't tell if he was angry or amused. "You like comedy horror?" I asked. Gavin nodded. "Well... that's one of my favorite genres too." I added. I was surprised we had some middle ground. "Really?" Gavin replied. "Yeah. It can be really fun. Killer Klowns, beetlejuice, Willy's wonderland, deathgasm, the babysitter as unpopular as that last one is they're some of my favorites. They don't have to be good they're just... fun. It's nice." I said. I felt a sense of embarrassment wash over me. Aside from beetlejuice and killer klowns, nobody likes those other movies. God that Jack ass is gonna laugh.

"Well, you've got some weird ones, but yeah. I agree. Nonsensical but fun is about right." He stated. I nodded, chewing on my cheek. "You have a cat?" I asked. At that he nodded, if it wasn't so dark I would have thought he was a little embarrassed. "Yeah he... his name is..." he stopped, rubbing his cheek and pulling the skin down, making his eye bag. "Mr peanut..." he whispered.

I tried to hold back a laugh, but it didn't work. I could feel myself shaking and my voice vibrating against my fingers, trying to keep my mouth shut. "Oh shut up!" Gavin snapped, rolling his head back over his hunched shoulders, arms crossed. "I'm sorry, it's just," I was slowly pushing back the laughter. "That's adorable! I love that! Mr peanut? Oh my god!" Gavin sighed, but he looked a little relieved. Just a little. "Hang on, can I see a picture?" I asked, eagerly.

He hesitated for a moment before pulling out his phone. After a minute of muttering to himself he showed me a picture. It was a black cat with orange splotches all over. Almost as if it got globs of paint splashed on it. The picture was of the cat perched on his shoulder, though gavins face was mostly out of frame it looked like he was cringing from pain. I couldn't help but aw and squeel at the picture. "Did his claws get you?" I asked. "Yeah the dumb bastard jumped on me fresh out of a nap and dug his claws right into me." As he said it he gestured claw marks down his sholder and back. "Yoch" I replied. "Is your cat always that dumb?"

"Oh yeah." He said, after swping through a few more pictures, none of which I could see. Then he put the phone back in his pocket. "Why did you name him Mr peanut?" I asked. "I... I found him as a kitten in a dumpster. He was sleeping on top of a mostly empty bag of peanuts. He smelled like 'em too. So I took him home and called him Mr peanut."

I smiled. "I love that that's so cute." Then that weird feeling came again. This feels wrong. Behing friendly with Gavin? Him being friendly with me? It didn't feel right...

"So..." I said,"You've had that jacket sense high school?" I needed something to make fun of him for. It was weird being so kind to him.

"Yeah. I... it's a long story that I don't want to talk about, but it's kind of helped me through a lot. A lot of... fear and pain. That's stupid, though. I'm not a weak ass baby any more it's just..." he didn't finish the sentence.

I wanted to say something but decided against it. Shit. What the hell do I do now. "Damn." Was all I could say. I felt so stupid.

There was a moment of silence that felt suffocating. I just wanted to get out. "... so. No offense but why did you even bring me here?" I finally asked.

He just looked at me for a moment. His face was hard to read but... it was some form of upset. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, why any of this? Taking me to some bar, hangout? Somethings wrong here." I stated firmly. I began to feel dizzy with confusion. None of this was normal.

He didn't respond, he just looked at me with his bitter look.

"I know Jeffrey said play nice but that dosnt mean we had to be friends..." I stated quietly, folding my arms.

Gavin sucked in a deep breath and clenched his jaw. "I'm not a fucking idiot, y/n." He replied. "Then why? Cause I know damn well if you had the opportunity you'd get me fired on the spot. Next thing I know I'm here with you. Dosnt make sense." I demanded. I could feel myself reaching the point of no return but I wanted to keep talking. I was mad now.

"God, can you just keep your mouth shut for one damn second?" Gavin snapped, looking back at me. I raised my eyebrows, dropping my jaw slightly "can you make sense for one goddamn day?"

He huffed, shaking his head slightly. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took deep breaths. For fucking once taking a moment to not explode. It was weird to see. Gavin actually tries to control himself. The longer I stared, the more he looked... tolerable. Kind of... nice?

He let out a final puff of anger before saying, "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

I blinked a few times. "Reed, what the fuck are you talking about?" Did he really think he could just change the subject? No. "See? You don't make any sense. You're a complete..." I sucked in a deep breath. "I'm going home. I don't know what I expected."

As I walked away I heard Gavin shifting behind me. "Fine, walk away like you always do." He stated.

I stopped. And slowly turned back around to look at him. He was sipping on a freshly opened beer. "Say that again." I demanded. He continued to stare in front of him as he spoke. "Walk away like you always do. It's the only thing you know how to do." At that moment I saw red.

I quickly slammed money on the bar counter and grabbed Gavin by his jacket collar. "What the fuck do you think your doing?" He shouted. I didn't reply. I had no clue why I was doing it. At that moment, I just had to do something. I quickly dragged him across the bar, I could feel him resisting, dragging the rubber part of his shoes against the floor, but I barely noticed. Eventually, I got to the door, and I kicked it open behind me, dragging him outside with me.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He shouted. "All I wanted was to fuck with you and enjoy a drink. You had to turn this bull shit into another fight! Do you know how obnoxious you are, dipshit?"

I didn't reply. I couldn't even muster words. Why was i so angry.

"Say something!" He demanded. He got close. Very close. I stayed still. Why did I even do this? I could have just walked away.

"Hey, I'm talking to you ass whipe. Say something!" He pushed the side of my head with his fingers shaped like a gun.

"I don't know." I finally stated. I could feel someone crushing. I wasn't sure what but it was angering and defeating. "You don't know? You don't know what?" He barked. I had to resist shoving him with how close he got. I had to remind myself he just wanted a reaction.

"I just... I don't know." Was all I could say. I didn't know. I didn't know why any of this. The crushing feeling began to cave in. All I do is just run away. Even right now. Right now I just wanted to walk away and get this over with. How do I always prove him right.

He just stared at me, jaw clenched, fists tightly at his sides. He looked like he wanted to speak but just couldn't.

There was a long moment of silence. It was suffocating. The prying eyes of the patrons from the bar windows did help make things more comfortable. Gavin scoffed, then said, "Just leave." I glanced back up at him. His eyes were full of fire. I just shook my head. I'm not leaving first. Not this time. I mumbled, "I can't do that..." At that, he quirked his head. "Oh? Why not?" I could feel my breath growing heavy, "I just... I can't."

He chewed on his cheek. "You're a real peice of fucking work you know that." I closed my eyes, I sucked in a deep breath. The same feeling of anger and sadness continued to spread through my body. I wanted to keep yelling at him, but I just wanted to go home more. This was a waste of time.

"Are you done?" I asked. His nostrils Flaired, but he didn't continue. "I... I'm sorry..." Confusion creeped up my neck. What was I doing? "For dragging out of there and making a scene. I... I was just..." I paused, anger rising a little "you were pissing me off."

He stared at me.

"Look. I just want to leave. This was a waste of my time." I pulled out my phone, ordering a cyberlife taxi. He shook his head.

Gavin sighs, folding his arms "god your such a drama queen!"

"Me? Oh, I'm the drama queen?" I snapped. "You are the one that always starts shit! You're the one who can't mind his goddamn buisness, walks up to them, and harasses them! You're the one who makes a God damn riot out of every little thing! I'm the drama queen?"

"You just proved my point."

I clenched my jaw, staring into his eyes. They burned back at me as if he's waiting for me to pounce. "Are you gonna slap me again?" He hissed. "Are you asking for it?"

He stayed silent, just slowly creeping closer to my face, eyes still burning into mine. I suck in a deep breath, he grabs my coat. I get ready to punch him again, prepared for him to lift me up buy the collar, but instead... he just starts... smoothing it out?

I feel all the anger in my face shift, confusion taking hold of me. His expression softens ever so slightly and says "your funny when you're angry." My lip raises in annoyance, I feel my face get hot. He just smiles. "There it is."

I push him away, "shut the fuck up, Reed." He just laughs, backing away from me, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Who do you think you are?" I demanded. God, I hope this taxi gets here quick. "I don't have to think im anybody to say what I think." He chuckled, pacing in a circle. I just watched him, slowly pacing a circle around me like a shark. His eyes were watching his feet.

"Well, you also don't have to think you're anybody to keep your mouth shut." I retorted, I was tapping my foot against the pavement, watching the street, preying that damn taxi would show up. "What? Did being called cute strike a nerve?" He teased, I could hear his footsteps continue to circle around me, but i tried to ignore it. "When it's from you, everything does..." I mumbled.

His head tilted to the side slightly. "Oh? So who would you like to hear it from? You've got a special someone?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, swallowing hard. Goddamn it, cyberlife, why is my taxi taking so long?

"Judging by the silence, I'm gonna guess that's a no." He chuckled under his breath. I felt my face get hot again, I wanted to punch him in the throat. "Of corse I do." I replied through clinched teeth. I was lying. God, was I lying. I couldn't remember the last time I dated someone. I think the last time I did I in elementary school. And I don't think that counts.

"Really? Do you know?" I nodded stiffly,"yep." I stated flatly. "Who is it?" He asked. I snapped my attention back towards him, "Why? Jealous?" His pace slowed, answering. "Dear God, no." Theres a moment of silence, and he eventually comes to a stop. "So who is it?"

I feel my head spin. What was I supposed to answer? I don't come up with fake names! I need to answer quick before he gets suspicious. "Connor." I wanted to punch myself in the skull. Connor? Why the hell did I say connor?

He froze, staring at me for to long before saying "...connor?" I clenched my jaw, nodding awkwardly. "You- you're really dating the plastic shit?" I nodded again. "That's not even a real person! You may as well be dating a Ken doll!" I didn't respond. "Y/n, you cant be serious!" He began to laugh. "Holy shit! You really are a lonely bastard! You're dating plastic!" I scoffed.

I felt so mad. I might not be actually dating him, but he's still my friend! I hate when he talks about androids like this. "Shut the fuck up." I snapped. "Why? It's not like his feelings are gonna get hurt!" He objected, taking a step twords me "he can't feel anything!"

"I just think your jealous."

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous of him?"

"Because it's probably not the first time you've gotten upstaged by plastic."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"With how much you act like you own every room you walk into it wouldn't surprise me if you were compensating for something."

His nostrils flaired. "Say that again, I dare you!"

I paused, clenching my fist. "Compensating."

He tilted his head slightly, baring his teeth a little. "Bull shit."

I hear a car pull over just a few steps away. "Prove it." I spit.

At that he pauses, his arched brows raising a litte. "What the fuck did you just say?" I blush, taking a step back. When I argue with him I don't think, I just say the first thing that comes to mind. I did not mean to tell him to... dear God. I feel my face heat up. How do I even recover from this? "Just forget it." I quickly turn away, almost running towards the car in pure embarrassment. "God..." I whispered to myself. "I'm not going to forget that what the fu-"

I slammed the car door shut, and the car started to drive. Once it pulled out of the parking lot, I covered my face with my hands and screamed. I wanted to punch something. What did I just do? I told him to whip his dick out, and now I have to break the news to connor that we were dating? Jesus christ.

Pt2 pt4

Thank you @caffeinedarling for motivating me to finish this today and @princessthatcantfuckingsleep because i haven't forgotten about you

#sarcasm #sarcasm pt 3 #dbh #dbh fanfic #gavin reed x reader #gavin reed fanfic #gavin reed enimes to lovers

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