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#(so i had the reference right there on my phone and i was too lazy to sketch it out beforehand)
sxxythingz · 10 months
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Something to Prove
Lo’ak Sully (21) x human female reader (22)
Taglist: @pandorxxx my girl once again helped me make sure that this came out perfect and just ahhhh!! I couldn’t be more thankful to her 😭💖
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Warnings: smut, cursing, squirting, aged up characters, creampie, choking, p in v
Summary: You and Lo’ak have a close “friendship”, always spending lots of time with each other. One day while in your hut that you had built for you close to the lab, he peaks into your bag finding something that he wasn’t meant to find which triggers an experimental side of him.
WC: 2.6K
🛑MDNI🛑
You were one of the scientists working alongside the government who was lucky enough to get picked to travel to Pandora. The experience has been amazing, you never knew another planet could hold such beautiful scenery, far more amazing than earth. You’ve been on Pandora for almost a year and in your time here, you’ve managed to accumulate friendships with the omatikayan people, but there’s been one person that you have managed to create more than just a friendship with.
“Come on Lo’ak, no more silly faces, this is the last picture that I’m going to take.” You extend your arm out for the last time, holding your phone horizontally as Lo’ak sits beside you giving a toothless smile for you guys’ final picture. “That’s better.” You say as you look back at all of the photos that you guys have taken together in the last hour. “How do you even work one of those things? What is it made for?” He asks you as his eyes stay plastered to the screen, trying to figure out how you manage to work it so fast.
“It’s kind of similar to the throat microphone that you guys use, but not really. We can call each other on it, listen to music, play games, text, take pictures like we just did, and record videos.” He nods his head as he carefully listens to you describe how to use a phone. “Can I hold it?” He asks you as he holds his large hand out and you place it in his hand as your answer. “It’s so small in my hand compared to yours.” He says as he inspects the phone, turning it around to see the backside. “That’s what she said.” You smirk, letting a small chuckle out at your joke. “That’s definitely not what you say to me.” He smirks back at you and you roll your eyes at his remark, knowing exactly what he’s referring to.
You and Lo’ak started out as friends, you could even go as far as saying that you became so close so fast that you considered him your best friend at the start of all this. Over these past few months, things changed quickly as your attraction for each other grew like wildfire. Your relationship wasn’t an actual relationship, but it wasn’t a friendship either. Lo’ak didn’t know the term for it, but you did. Your friend with benefits is what you considered him to be. He has been begging to become more than that every since you guys’ first time, he knew right then that he didn’t want anyone else having the experiences that he has with you, but you never accepted his offer knowing that one day you would have to leave Pandora and it would just hurt both of you in the end.
“Shut up! You are so cocky and I can’t stand it.” You laugh, lying flat out on your bed that you have near the lab. “That’s one thing that you love about me and you know it.” He responds back and you shake your head as a response. “Do you mind putting my phone on the charger over there? It’s about to die and I suddenly caught a cramp in my leg, I don’t think I can make it over there.” You whimper jokingly, lying to get him to do it for you, simply because you’re feeling lazy and you know he’ll do whatever you ask him to. “Cramp my ass. You just don’t feel like moving, Y/n. You are so lazy.” He chuckles before standing up to walk over to the table and put your phone on charge for you. You stare at the ceiling of your cot, waiting for Lo’ak to come sit back down beside you before you realize he’s been standing in that one spot for too long which makes you jot your eyes up to see what he’s up to. “What’s taking you so long, asshole?” You ask as you sit up and watch him slowly turn around to face you with something in his hand.
“What the fuck is this?” He asks you, a pair of thongs dangling from his long slender fingers. Your eyes widen in embarrassment “Oh my gosh! Lo’ak, put those down!” You yell out as you quickly run over to him and snatch them out of his hand, placing them back into your bag quickly. “Those are a type of panties called thongs. And why were you even snooping through my bag?” You hit him in his chest as you watch a devious smile spread on his face. “How come I’ve never seen you in these, huh? That’s not fair, I want to see them on you now.” He demands as he crosses his arms over his chest, staring down at you. “What? No, I am not putting those on just for your amusement, sir!” You say as you walk back to your bed. “Oh come on. I’ve never seen them before and I bet you look fucking amazing with these on. Just this one time please.” He begs with puppy dog eyes, and you give a low sigh. “You’re not going to stop until I put them on are you?” You ask and he smirks while he shakes his head.
You roll your eyes and stand back up, reaching underneath your dress to slip your panties off, but making sure that it doesn't rise up enough for him to see anything. Your panties fall to your feet and you kick them to the side, slipping the thong on and looking back to Lo’ak. “Happy now?” You ask him as you watch him come closer. “Turn around.” He demands as he twirls his finger in circles with his words. You turn around to face your bed and you feel his strong hands land on the bottom of your thighs, slowly moving upwards as he lifts the dress up with his every movement. His hands completely lift the bottom of your dress up, revealing the thong and you hear him groan behind you. “Your ass already looks great with nothing on, but this just made it 10x better.” You feel his hands firmly grip your ass, a moan leaving your lips already. “Take this off.” He says, speaking more so to himself as he takes your dress off the rest of the way, throwing it on the ground next to your panties.
“Wait. I’ve got an idea.” He says as you feel his hands completely leave your body and you watch him walk over to your phone, taking it off of the charger. “What are you doing?” You ask him as he walks back over to you, flipping you back around to face the bed. He puts your passcode in and finds the camera app, looking for the record button. “Bend over.” He commands as he places his hand in the middle of your back and pushes you into the bed so your ass is facing up. He presses the record button, pulling you back with one hand by your waist so you are pressed against his pelvis. You grind yourself against his hard dick that strains against his loincloth as he groans, knowing that if you keep this up he won’t be able to contain himself any longer.
“You love to fucking tease me, don’t you?” He chuckles, sending a hard smack to your plush ass. You hum in satisfaction, smirking at the situation you had just put yourself in, knowing that he hates being teased and played with. “Maybe I do.” You giggle at the thought of messing with him. “Keep on, baby. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight if you don’t stop right now.” He threatens you with a good time as he gives you a hard smack to your ass again, making you flinch. You pull your ass back up and throw it back hard as you hear him moan loudly, sharply inhaling after.
“That’s it.” He growls, stopping the recording and tossing the phone on the bed, quickly pulling his loincloth off of him and letting it fall on the ground. “I want to fuck you with your thong still on.” He says as he slides them to the side, needing no lubrication as you’re already soaking wet just from teasing him. “No foreplay today, yawne. I need to be inside of you right now.” He slides his pulsating dick up and down your wet folds before he slams into you, making you scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
His strokes are already fast and hard, holding you by your waist as he continuously slams into your cervix. “Lo’ak… I can’t t-take it.” You stutter out, not being able to speak properly from his hard thrusts. You reach your hand behind you, placing it on his torso in a weak attempt to slow him down, but he grips your arm in his warm hand and holds it there. “Yes you can, baby. You can take my dick. don’t push me away, you know it won’t work.” He moans, watching your ass ripple again this pelvis. He picks the phone back up, once again pressing record to catch you in your weakest moment. Weak under his touch, him not even giving you one minute to catch your breath while he fucks you senseless. “Fuck Lo… I-I’m going to c-cum.” you moan out as your eyes begin rolling to the back of your head so hard that you’re afraid they might get stuck there.
You feel him abruptly stop all movement and pull himself out of you with a popping noise, causing you to groan in frustration and look back at him. “No you’re not. You’re not cumming until I fucking tell you to.” He demands. He stops recording and picks you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. He walks over to your table and knocks everything off of it in one swipe before placing you on it. “You don’t need these anymore, baby. I want to watch this dick slide in and out of this pretty pussy until you fucking cum.” He whispers In your ear before leaving a small peck. Your pussy grips onto nothing as you moan at his words. You lift your hips up and he immediately grabbed the thong, sliding it down your legs slowly as he maintained sensual eye contact with you. Without a second to spare, he grabs his cock, sliding back into you nice and slow, throwing his head back and moaning as he bottoms out. “I love the way you wrap around me like this pussy was made just for me, and me only.” He pants out as he picks his pace back up to go just as fast as he did when he had you bent over the bed.
“It’s yours baby. It was made just for you and I only want to feel you inside me. N-No one-fuck!- no one else.” You whimper, and he smirks before shooting his hand up to your neck, placing a firm hold on it and bringing you forward to kiss him. The kiss is hungry, as if you guys had been starved of each other for weeks. You automatically open your mouth for him to slip his tongue inside, making you moan into the kiss. He breaks the kiss before bringing the phone back up, this time it’s directly in your face. “Is this what you wanted? Hm? You tease me so you can be fucked like the little slut that you are.” His thumb brushes over your soft lips, signaling for you to open your mouth, sucking on the digit.
“Fuck… you should see your pretty ass on camera. Such a little slut for me.” He chuckles. Your eyes roll as you feel your body coming close to the edge once again. “You’re my slut and no one else’s, got it? Say it. Say that shit right fucking now.” He slams himself harder into you as he takes his finger out of your mouth and you scream out. “Fuck! I’m your slut Lo’ak. I’m your slut and no one else’s.” you yell as your eyes flutter shut. “Mmm. Good girl. I love how needy you are for me.” He growls as he stops recording and throws the phone across the cot, onto your bed as he feels himself coming closer.
You feel the heat in the pit of your stomach bubbling as you arch your back, pushing your chest into Lo’ak’s. “Lo’ak… Can I cum now, please?” You beg as you feel yourself pulsating around him and he moans at the feeling. “Cum for me baby. Cum all over this dick so I can watch you go crazy on me.” He says as he takes his thumb and rubs circles on your clit, sending you into a frenzy. “Ahh fuck!” You moan as your eyes roll once again, your body stiffening as you squirt with each thrust, squelching sounds filling the room. “Shit.” He pants out as he rams his hips into you one last time, staying there as you feel him cumming deep inside of you.
You heavily pant as you look into each other's eyes, laughing at how exhausted both of you are. “You just squirted for the first time and I didn’t get to record that part.” He says, making you look down to see the mess you made. His lower abdomen is soaked, so are your thighs, and the ground underneath you. “I had no doubt that I would.” He brags, glancing down at the mess again before meeting your eyes. You feel your cheeks heat up from the embarrassment as you cover your face laughing. You can’t believe you just gave him the satisfaction of bragging about this, knowing that he’s never going to let it go. “Shut up!” You giggle as you push him in his chest before he grabs your face and kisses you again. He slowly pulls out of you, going in your bag and grabbing the wipes that you keep handy.
He wipes himself off, then he wipes you down before handing you your dress to slip back on while he puts his loincloth back on. “If you tell anybody what I just did you are so dead.” You tell him and he gives you that cocky smile that gives away the fact that he’s going to tell any and everybody who will listen. “You’ll just have to kill me baby because I’m definitely telling it.” He jokes and you roll your eyes before laughing. “skxawng. You are lucky that you’re cute.” You tell him as you stand up to face him, even though he towers over your small frame. “You might as well just date me. Please, I know you want to. You even said it yourself. I’m cute, I make you laugh. And let’s not forget….I give you the best dick of your life.” He smirks, convincing you now more than ever. You let out a sigh as you shake your head with a smile before looking back up at him.
“I mean…why not Sully?” His ears perk up at your response as you watch a bright smile light his face up. “See? You played hard to get but I knew you wanted me this entire time.” He says confidently as you both lay down on the bed together. “Oh whatever! You wish.” You scoff, rolling your eyes at him. He pulls you closer to him and cuddles you, staring into your eyes. “No need for wishing, I’ve got you right where I want you baby.” He says before planting another kiss on your lips. “You are such an asshole.” You laugh as you nuzzle your head into his chest, your eyes heavy as you slowly begin to drift off to sleep.
A/N: So first of all, thank you guys so much for liking my first story, I didn’t expect all the love and it makes me so happy!! 😭💕 I hope you love this one as well and let me know what you think. Also, if anyone has an request for stories that they would like for me to create, just let me know and I would be more than happy to do it! Enjoy you guys 🥰
(P.S. Can we just take a moment to appreciate how fine Lo’ak looks in this picture because what 🥹😭)
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gavisuntiedboot · 9 months
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Gavi asking the reader to be his gf (headcanon)
A/N: omg this is such a cute request
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Asking you to be his girlfriend would entail ...
Y'all want me to be honest?
Gavi is for sure most definitely the type of person to just assume that a girl he's been exclusive with is his girlfriend
He is not a huge fan of difficult conversations or uncomfortable situations, so he is never going to go out of his way to DTR (define the relationship)
You two had been going out for a while before he even asked about exclusivity
"So you're not like... seeing other guys, right? I mean it's okay if you are. Well not really. I mean I want you to stop if you are seeing other people, but like I won't be mad if you have done it before... right now I guess."
You'd giggle at his rushed out request, reassuring him that you weren't interested in seeing anyone else
"Everyone is too calm after being with you Pablo"
He had no idea whether he should be flattered by the fact that you liked him as much as he liked you, or insulted that you just called him hyper.
Six to eight months into the relationship, you would probably have to be the one to bring it up
"my roommates keep referring to you as 'the boyfriend'. They think they're funny."
This would be the most confusing sentence of Gavi's life. Was he ... not the boyfriend?
And that's exactly what he asked you.
"Why is it funny that they call me your boyfriend?"
"Because you're not my boyfriend?"
Pablo's phone clattered to the ground, and it took everything in you not to laugh.
"If this is your way of breaking up with me, it's not funny."
The look on Pablo's face was so heartbreaking that it made you get up from your seat, hugging his pouting face into your chest.
"I'm just messing around with you. You've never asked me to be your girlfriend, so I didn't want to jump to any conclusions."
Gavi: i am confusion
"You have to ask?" *eyebrow raise*
After asking his teammates (shyly and in private corners to avoid the teasing) it was true: he would need to ask you to be his girlfriend
"I don't know man, it just makes things seem more official." He complained to Ansu, who was absolutely not listening to a word he said, and Ousmane, who was engrossed in Pablito's love life
"But don't you want things to be more official? She's met the team, your parents, the la masia boys - I don't think the title will really impact things
Pablo didn't want to admit that the real reason he had neglected this question was just that he didn't feel comfortable enough sitting you down and talking about something this serious
So one night, while you were over at his house to watch the Argentinian national team play a friendly, he turned to you
He was in a hoodie, similar to you, with his feet propped up on the coffee table sharing chips from a bowl wobbling dangerously on the sofa
You had just finished yelling at the TV, a replay coming onto the screen
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
You blinked at Pablo slowly, processing what he had said to you
"What?"
"Okay I'll say it again. Will you be my girlfriend?"
"...what?"
"Please don't make me keep saying it I'm sweating bullets."
You restrained the smirk on your face, turning in your place to face him fully.
"Why do you want me to be your girlfriend, Pablo?"
A breath
He didn't think he would get this far
Or have to articulate something that felt so natural
It just felt so right to have you as his partner, to have you beside him, that he didn't think he would have to say that to you
"Well... I'm going to be honest, I have been thinking of you as my girlfriend since our like, second date. I just feel like we fit together. See like this, sitting here, being lazy with you, being around you, it just feels like... it's where I'm meant to be. Also it's easier to say 'hey I need tickets for my girlfriend' rather tha- why are you crying?"
The stretch of your cheeks with joy had prevented you from fully grasping the tears that rolled down your face
"I have no clue I'm really happy"
Hugs. Those ones where you grip each other really tightly like you don't want to fall into the abyss. The one where the lint of their shirt is literally your oxygen, and if you were any closer you would be one organism
Neck kisses. Y'all know the ones, but if you don't there's an example at the end
Hand holding with the thumb-rub for comfort. Yeah, y'all see the vision
"So, is that a yes?"
"Of course, stupid." which was said through sniffles
He literally stopped using your name after that
Only referred to you as 'my girlfriend'
"Oh me and my girlfriend went to.."
"My girlfriend said that..."
"Let me ask my girlfriend."
BONUS: when he won the Nation's League with the Spanish NT (sorry grandpappy Luka), he posted a million things onto his Instagram story, including the team singing along to Titi Me Pregunto by Bad Bunny
You swiped up on the story with: Si tengo muchas novia'?
His response: no, just one with múltiples personalidades
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A/N: He just love a good smooch. Anyways it's 4:30am time ti go to bed. PLS Y"ALL i would rlly appreciate if you interacted with this post besides liking (comments/ reblogs) if you feel so inclined. Just a small thing that keeps people including myself motivated to write. JP9 in progress but not ETA due to Eid being next week. Love y'all <<33
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shumidehiro · 11 months
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My Favorite Character
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🖤 Pairing: Yandere! BEAST! Osamu Dazai x Female! Reader
💛 Word Count: 1,9k+
❤ Warnings: Murder
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I saw all these amazing action figures that I’ll never buy bc I’m too lazy to take care of them and thought why not write a horror story about them? Pic reference.
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You’d always wanted to have an action figure.
But, alas, you were a poor college student, so you’d resigned to admiring and sighing longingly from afar. The algorithm hadn’t been too kind to your yearning, either, what’s with all the Osamu Dazai action figures that popped in almost every website you visited.
Until, one day, your sibling gave you one during your birthday.
As with most siblings, there were times when you both bickered like children, but you didn’t doubt that they loved you. That much was obvious from the little figurine of a man clad in grey coat, grey pants, red shawl, black dress shirt, yellow tie, brown belt, and brown shoes that currently stood on your desk.
It was Dazai in his mafia era.
Knowing your sibling, they probably didn’t know and didn’t care about the difference between Mafia Dazai and ADA Dazai. And you couldn’t complain because while his stance was indeed intimidating, with one of his hands on his hip and his right leg bending slightly, he still looked as handsome as his current self, if not even more so. There was a certain allure in villains, after all, like a forbidden fruit you were tempted to bite all the while knowing that you’d be losing your sense of normality forever.
And, little by little, your sense of normality began to disappear.
You were staying up late scrolling through your phone when you looked up and saw Dazai staring straight at you with one of his eyes covered in bandages. It wasn’t strange considering the desk sat across the bed, and he was there as your constant company whenever you did homework, but something about him smirking at you, especially at night, was a bit too uncomfortable for you. So, after a moment of staring contest and contemplation, you reluctantly left the comfort of your bed and turned him around so he faced the wall. Afterward, you lied down again and pulled the covers up.
Except, when you woke up that morning and a little more aware of your surroundings, you noticed Dazai had returned to his initial position.
But you could ignore it, even if it confused you slightly. In your haze to the bathroom, you could’ve accidentally spun him when you were about to rub your eyes. It seemed unlikely, mostly because you didn’t remember hitting your hand or felt any kind of pain, but it was too early to scare yourself with what-ifs.
You decided to flip him again.
A few nights later, you stayed up late again due to homework. You’d just finished submitting it when you rested your head on the desk, too sleepy and too lazy to move to the bed. You closed your eyes, intending to rest your tired vision only, when a hand suddenly stroke your head. There was a slight pressure on your temple when you tried to get up, and against your wishes, you began to lose consciousness the longer the caress occurred.
And yet, it wasn’t the weirdest thing of all.
No, it was the fact that you woke up on your bed the next day.
Once again, you tried to convince yourself that you’d walked to the bed at some point and forgot about it promptly. The covers that wrapped your body were only there because it was chilly last night, and you’d pulled them despite not remember doing so. It wasn’t because someone did it for you, and even if they did, it was probably your mother. Your sibling had moved out a long time ago, and it’d be even weirder if it was your father.
Yes, she’d probably entered your room and realized you’d fallen asleep on the desk. So, she decided to help you to your bed. It didn’t matter that she rarely came over, at least not without your permission, or that she always slept long before you did.
It was too early, and you were too skeptical of anything supernatural.
Besides, what could a small figurine do to you, anyway? It wasn’t a creepy doll handed down from generations to generations, and there was no such thing as a horror movie about action figures. Your nerves were jittery because you almost missed the deadline last night, not because there was another person in your room.
Not because there were piercing albeit invisible eyes around your room.
Regardless, you wouldn’t deny that it was starting to get to you. It wasn’t as if you could tell anyone about this, including your parents. If you didn’t believe all those incidents, that seemed to happen at night more often like in those cliché horror movies, what made you think others would?
And thus, you did what you always did whenever you refused to think about something; sleep it off.
But no matter how fatigued you were with your growing paranoia, it wasn’t enough to stop you from waking up in the middle of the night. You could hear it, in the dead silence that seemed to stretch on till eternity, the sound of someone’s breathing behind you. An arm had snaked its way around your waist, and you noted all the bandages that wrapped it like a second skin and a black glove that hid its fingers when you furtively glanced down. The person – the man – sighed softly and pulled you deeper against his chest, and you peeked to see a glimpse of wavy brown strands. They were thin, and almost dark enough to melt into the darkness had the moon didn’t provide a shaft of light through the window. There was only one person who possessed such characteristics, but you squeezed your eyes in an attempt to deny the reality.
Because why would Osamu Dazai hugging you right now?
He wasn’t real, and he was but a little figurine on the desk. He should be across the room, not behind you.
Maybe it wasn’t even Dazai. It could’ve been anyone, even if the possibility was just as bad to think about. There were many guys who had brown hair, and there was always someone with bandaged arms. It was probably an intruder, or a stalker, although you couldn’t understand why anyone would want to stalk an unpopular girl like you.
Or you could be dreaming. Yes, that was it! There were many cases of a dream vivid enough until they mistook it as the reality, but in the end, they’d wake up. You’d wake up, too, sooner or later, and laugh it off in the morning. Being hugged by Osamu Dazai in his mafia era was the same as being hugged by a grim reaper, after all, and both of them didn’t exist beyond fiction.
Both of them wouldn’t allow you to live to tell the tale.
“Are you still asleep?”
But that playful yet callous voice was unmistakably real in your ears.
“What a shame. And here I was trying so hard to make you notice me. Perhaps, I should do more…?”
His hand began to sneak down to the hem of your shirt, and you quickly grabbed it. You gulped, feeling the slightly coarse surface of his bandages against your palm.
“Aha! So you’re awake, after all!” he exclaimed, albeit lacking the surprise. He knew. “Why don’t you turn around so we can talk to each other properly, hm?”
You stayed quiet and merely tightened your grip on his wrist. You feared that if you spoke up, the illusion would shatter and the reality would cement itself.
“Oh? Are you still skeptical?” he inquired, sounding more curious than annoyed. “It’s really hard to convince people about the supernatural side of things, huh? But, then again, I never cared enough to. Until I met you, my precious owner!”
Dazai squeezed you tightly, and you wondered which one was worse; him or the grim reaper. You could expect death from the latter, but the former? He was a ‘human’ now, and humans were generally unpredictable. What if he decided to torture you for fun, just like what he’d been doing lately?
But not all hope was lost, you supposed. Your parents were sleeping in the room beside yours, so if you could attract their attention, you’d be safe. And then, you’d throw out that wretched figurine that your sibling bought from God knows where.
Why hadn’t you tried asking them, anyway? Maybe the mystery would unravel itself.
Maybe it wouldn’t.
You took a deep breath and opened your mouth as wide as you could when you suddenly felt something pressed against your temple.
Something cold.
Something metallic.
“Go ahead. Scream and let’s see where it takes you.”
All colors drained from your face, and you could almost feel the way your stomach plummeted. Because where the hell did he get that gun?! You didn’t see it when you first received the box! Did he have it behind him all along, shrouded by his coat?! But if a little figurine could wake up to life, then maybe he could conjure up his own weapon. It was a horrifying thought, because that meant he could kill you and nobody would know the culprit. It’d be one of those unsolved cases that you hated to see in a crime documentary, except that no matter how hard the police and forensic teams worked, they’d never find anyone in the whole world that matched his description. And wasn’t the mafia adept in covering their tracks?
“Honestly, you should stop doing pointless things. Do you think your parents would believe you that little figurine me is actually alive?” Then, his voice lowered to a menacing whisper. “You know they wouldn’t, because you don’t even believe yourself.”
You flinched. Dazai was so perceptive he made it seem as if he could read minds, but there was still a sense of finality when your worst fear was confirmed.
“That’s… that’s not true! They will help me. The police, too!” you stammered, the first of many teardrops falling and wetting the pillow underneath you. You didn’t even dare to move, to twitch, fearing that he’d pull the trigger.
“Aw, your voice sounds so cute! And here I thought your sleeping self was adorable enough.”
You gathered the courage to curl up as if it’d protect you from the bullet.
As if it could protect you from him.
“Hey, don’t fall asleep just yet. You should talk to me some more. Do you know how lonely it is to see you interact with other people? So much so, until I want to kill everyone in this house.”
You shook your head frantically.
“No, please! Don’t… don’t kill my family. They’re everything to me.”
“But what if I want to be your everything?” he asked. “You know I’ve never had anyone whom I could call ‘my everything’.”
You merely sobbed. You knew. Of course, you knew. About his loneliness. About his emptiness. About his desperation to feel a tiny bit human. Oda was his friend, but he wasn’t here now. He wasn’t your favorite character, so your sibling didn’t buy him.
If they did, would he be able to convince Dazai to not spook you though?
You supposed you’d never know. Because you were held hostage in your own room, and your sibling was too far away from reach.
You truly wouldn’t live to tell the tale.
Dazai observed your fear-stricken profile and sighed.
“Alright, I won’t do anything to them.”
Your face lit up, and for a split second, you forgot about the gun as you turned your head slightly towards him.
“Thank you very mu–!”
A bang resounded in the now quiet room, and the blood soon seeped into the pillow. The once pure white case reddened as the familiar smell hit his nostrils.
“I don’t want their ghosts to haunt this place, anyway.”
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goodday-goodmorn · 4 months
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Back on this account: Prefacing this that this work was wrote in like a day and like most of my things- i was too lazy to edit lol. The concept form todays work was injected into my brain by good old @auspicioustidings, check em out- they got some cool concepts and fics. (Particularly Firewatch- chefs kiss to that series), lots of soft, dark, kidnap-y, COD content 👍
Without further ado i present my impulsive thoughts on a page:
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“Committed to the Bit.”
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Summary: You’re at an utterly boring halloween party, about to leave when some scottish man dressed as a solider comes slinking into the bathroom and really goes ham with his whole ‘This place is dangerous, you aren’t supposed to be here- we gotta get you to safety’ act. Weird pick-up line approach but hey it fucking works. He’s just charming enough for you to play along with his bit. Because it is just a bit… right?
This party was kinda dull. Which really was a shame considering how high your expectations were. From what your friend said- it was supposed to be an immersive experience. The hosts were apparently old collage buddies with your friend who were halloween fanatics.
You friend has absolutely hyped them up, talking all about how when they threw parties they got into them and would always play up whatever dynamic they were going for with their costumes. Even to a level of mild public humiliation.
She once recounted the story of how one year, when dressed as a pair of vampires, they full on acted as though they were melting when someone brought a side of garlic breadsticks with the pizza. Fully committed to the bit it seems.
Because of the hosts being so dedicated to their act, of course it wasn’t uncommon for guests to act in a similar manner. Even those who didn’t have a running gag for the night were overall relaxed and had a good time being apart of the fun. It was a non-judgmental zone, filled with pretty decor and open people.
So of course, after hearing all about the welcoming and fucking amazing vibes of these parties- you had agreed to meet up with your friend at one.
Normally, you weren’t really one for parties, especially halloween ones because it was typically full of judgey, horny, strangers who would consider you weird- and you’d have to small talk and the songs almost always sucked because of course they couldn’t play actual halloween songs even if it killed them.
But after many reassurances from your friend, including videos and photos she had graciously provided you- you went to one.
To say you were disappointed was an understatement.
The costumes were amazing- high quality and expensive, hell the place was fucking stunning, all decked out in halloween gear and dark lighting. Even the building itself seemed perfect for this sort of thing- winding corridors, random locked rooms, ominous men in suits. Oh and don’t get you started on the snack table, shit was heavenly even if you were the only one touching it. The aesthetics of the party were great, But…
The vibes were way off. There was no rambunctious fun laughter and people grooving on the dance floor. Everyone seemed oddly reserved. Committed to their bits for sure, but well… there wasn’t much ah, variety to everyone’s act.
They all shared a similar vibe of like- domineering power. Which was definitely pretty fucking hot when it came to some people, (looking at you fancy vanpire lady), but it got boring after a while.
Safe to say your attempts at socializing were pretty shot. And what’s even worse, your friend? Yeah she didn’t even show up.
Tragic truly. You would call her to see if she made it here yet, but your phone was dead- and talking to any of the other party goers was a song and dance you didn’t wanna attempt again.
So here you are, in the bathroom, sitting by one of the sinks and charging your phone.
How lame.
You sigh, standing up to check yourself out in the mirror. At least your costume is fun, it’s a reference that only really you and you friend would get, but still, it made you happy to wear. It was a royal outfit, you looked like nobility, nice and fancy. Perhaps a barron, or maybe a princess, or a king- really it was up for anyone's interpretation. You fix up the head accessory, then fuss with your hair just to have something to do.
Maybe you should just leave, you were getting pretty bored of everything.
And it’s at that moment, as you’re sinking down to the bathroom floor to grab your charger that the most interesting thing of tonight bursts through the door.
You look at him, blinking once then twice. He does the same.
Eye candy.
That’s the first thought that comes to mind. Without an ounce of shame you let your eyes rack over his form, fitted in some sort of military outfit, tactical gear and even a prop gun. He makes it look damn good.
And then you stop admiring the hunk of prime meat in front of you because starring is rude. (Even if he is fucking amazingly charmingly rugged and god damn what you wouldn’t give to run your fingers through that mohawk of his and just tug-)
“That’s a good fucking costume.”
He pauses, looking at you with something confused and a bit bemused. And like an idiot you just can’t keep your mouth shut and blurt out more shit.
“Did ya have to bust through the door though? I mean like- don’t get me wrong it was cool as shit- really adds to the character here, big, hot, ah… military? guy.”
You wince, you’re making a fool of yourself. Luckily the man doesn't seem to mind.
(Johnny takes one look at you, your bag in a sink, your phone charging in the bathroom outlet, your clearly partly homemade costume that shows way more care than any of the other people in this joint and easily figures out-)
“L.T, Found a civvie.”
He mumbles into a- oh shit he’s got an earpiece and everything. Now that is cool. You tell him as such.
“Okay that is so fucking cool. Dude does that thing actually work? Man. How long did it even take for you to get this whole costume?”
He studies you with an odd look for a moment. You wonder if there’s actually anyone talking to him in that earpiece. Must be with the way he pauses. Slowly, he speaks; gentle.
“Not a costume lass. We ought to get you outta here, it's gonna be a shitshow soon.”
You blink. And then, you smile.
“Rightttt, not a costume. I getcha.”
“Not joking bonnie. This place is dangerous, filled with snakes. How did a wee thing like you even get in here?”
You smile, a bit pleased to banter with the first person who isn't doing the same old same old, ‘i know more than you, ooo im so big and powerful and scary’ act.
“Took a carriage ride and promised my roommate I'd be back by midnight.”
He eyes your royal esc outfit, not cinderella by any means but it still makes him smile slightly. (And boy if that isn't a sight, him looking you up and down and looking at you like that?)
“Cute. Then allow me to be yer escort princess.” He jerks his head in the direction of the bathroom door.
The statement is said with just enough sarcasm to make you bite down a grin. Hes very committed to this whole military operation act. And honestly? You were ready to leave anyway. Not to mention this guy was the only one who’d gotten your interest all night.
You grab your things and stuff them in your bag, slinging it over your shoulder tightly.
“Follow me, and ye gotta be quiet. Cant let anyone see us.”
You are more than willing to go along with his silly bit. And so you give him a clumsy salute, with a good natured smile.
“You got it captain.”
“Sergeant.”
He corrects you with an amused little puff of air. Clearly- hes just as pleased to have someone indulge him as you are to have someone interesting to talk to.
“You got it sergeant.” You repeat back with a graceful little half bow and amused smirk.
He turns back to the door, hands on his gun and before you go out you grab onto his arm.
“Wait!”
He turns to you with a raised eyebrow, eyes sharp, focused: wow hes a really good actor and hes got really pretty fucking eyes-
“Lassie?”
Oh yeah you can't get lost in his eyes just yet.
“Can I have a gun? For safety and all that- totally.”
“Hen… i don't think-”
“please sergeant? I promise I won't break it or anything! I just wanna get more into character ya know? pretty please Sir…?
(Johnny is not a good man. And fuck when he hears you call him by his rank, sir, asking so sweetly- your hands clasped in front of you- looking at him with a sheepish grin and pleading eyes. He wants to give you a damn bazooka if it means you keep talking sweet to him. Ghost is in his ear, telling him he better not bloody dare.)
(So of course…)
“You keep that safety on boonie. Hold it like this. If you gotta use it, don't be shooting or you’ll blow yer eye out. You toss the bloody thing in the direction of whatever it is you’re tryna hit- or you hand it to me. Is that clear?”
You nod vehemently, assuring him with little, yep’s and sure’s, and got it-’s. He raises a brow, mostly cause hes not sure if you’re actually taking this seriously. You take it for something else entirely though and then quickly say-
“Yes sir. Understood.”
(...Johnny is both damn disappointed hes on a mission, and greatful as fuck, because the only thing he wants to do is push you up against that wall, sneak his hands down your silly little costume and tease you until you’re a squirming mess. Asking you if you understand how hard hes gonna fuck you and hear your breath hitch as you answer back with a wanton “Yes sir”—)
“Sergeant…?”
You stare at the fellow and his intense gaze, wondering if you took it too far. Hes committed to his bit sure, but you didn't mean to overstep and make him feel like he had to give you a gun. Clearly they were expensive props, detailed and metallic and heavy.
Instead of speaking to you, he speaks to his earpiece, “just a precaution L.T, what if her majesty gets cornered? Little lass don't have a lick of combat training.”
You -far to ready to add to this stupid little bit- chime in,
“Yeah, they only teach you fencing and the waltz where i'm from.”
Johnny grins, “Com'on L.T”
(As much as Ghost hates to admit it- Johnny is right. And so be begrudgingly relents. It seems everyone is amused by how utterly oblivious you are because Gaz spares a laugh and a cheeky comment after Ghost's gruff voice.)
“Soooo… what's the verdict Sergeant? Did your uh… LT? That's lieutenant right-? Does he approve?”
In response, Soap carefully positions a gun in your hand, telling you with an edge to keep your fingers away from the trigger. (Safety is on of course, Johnnys not an idiot all the time.) You nod, holding onto the gun and feeling so cool.
Like that the two of you are off, sneaking around the winding corridors and hiding.
Honestly? This is the most fun you’ve had since you got here. Its all you can do to not bounce on your heels when you follow Soap around.
He's just so into this, that you can't help but be sucked in. Speaking in low tones to his ear peice, making sure you stick close, talking about positions and other military jargon that goes over your head. Oh and he does it all with this charming smile, like the situation is serious yes- but like he's still making sure you’re having fun. Trying to keep you comfortable. The energy is tense but in a good way. Electric even.
You find yourself holding your breath whenever you hide behind a corner, or when he tugs you to him and holds you still- god it's just so thrilling. Maybe because you’ve had a boring night, and cause he's charming and fun in all the right ways- but you’re having a blast.
Even when things seem to get even more tense.
You and Soap are currently nestled away in a little nook, a back corridor, a dead end. Soap curses, speaking into his earpiece. You can hear footsteps, someones coming. And if they see you and Soap- you'll surely be compromised.
(Which means your little game will likely come to an end. Most of the party people here are judgmental, ergo they probably won't appreciate your little roleplay. Its in this moment that you decide- fuck it, you dont want this to end.)
“Sergeant!” You whisper harshly, tugging off your fancy coat and draping it around him, “I’ve got a plan- trust me.”
He looks at you, mildly conflicted, he's about to say something but the footsteps are getting closer and you really need a cover story for why you’re lurking in a dark corner away from the party. You can only think of one reason two people would sneak away at a party.
Sue you for getting too into this silly game of pretend, but adrenaline spikes and next thing you know; you’re kissing him.
Rough and messy, needy. You let out your best wanton muffled moan. His eyes are wide, and for a moment you spiral, realizing what you’ve just done. Sure you were playing pretend and he was committed to the bit but you just kissed him for fucks sake- sexually harsssed him!
Oh god hes gonna hate you and you just ruined all that fun banter and any shot at ever speaking to the only decent person you’ve met all night—
He’s kissing back.
With sudden haste he pulls you close, kissing you back with a ferocity that short circuits your brain for a moment. His knee slots in between your legs, entangling you two, and then there's a soft thud as his back hits the wall.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
Your heart races, a slurry of adrenaline, of elation because he was playing along with your silly cover story, of something hot and molten because he was running his hands along your outfit desperately.
Amidst the heat of it all, the grinding of his knee between your legs- you don't even notice the fact that the footsteps stopped. Johnny does though. He breaks the kiss with a purposeful loud noise, when he sees your dazed and confused expression however- he quickly aims for your neck before you can say a word and accidently give away the clever cover story you thought of.
You gasp, the noise does wonders. He can hear whoevers about to round the corner shifting about, obviously realizing what's going on and debating if they should check to be sure or spare their eyes of the sight.
So of course, Johnny helps them decide by laying it on thick.
“Fuck atta girl hen, wanna hear you fall apart f’ me.”
He presses you against his knee, nibbling at your skin to make your breath stutter. Thankfully, you catch his words and seem to get at least to some level what he's doing.
So of course, because god damn it- you’re in the thick of this silly military operation act now- you’ve gotta commit. You moan out the worst thing you can think of to make someone go away. Which is of course—
“Daddy!”
(Johnny can hear Gaz fucking roaring with laughter over coms. It takes everything in himself not to laugh then and there. Luckily, having a pretty little thing pressed against his knee and trembling provides a good distraction. Still, he can't repress the grin.)
“Yeah? Need something kitten?” He captures your lips again, a quick kiss this time, just to leave you breathless for your next remark.
“Y-Your c-” Oh my fucking god you dont know if you’re struggling to speak because you’re trying your damndest not to laugh, or because you are painfully terribly aroused at due to his kisses and husky voice. Thank god he intervenes.
“Whats that kitty? Yer gonna have to speak up. Lemme hear that sweet voice of yours.”
He guides you across his knee, you tangle your hand in his hair, tugging that stupid mohawk close to kiss him again.
When you quickly pull away, you rush out the words, failing to hide the look of pure hysterical amusement on your face- luckily the rush of words is mistaken for neediness and not because you are seconds away from bursting into laughter.
“Your cock-”
He captured your laughter in another kiss, groaning to hide the sound of your stifled snickers.
Finally, after what seems like ages and yet too little time- he hears Ghost in his ear giving him the all clear. Not without clear amusement.
Johny backs off, panting heavily and listening. He hears nothing but empty air. Quietly he whispers,
“They’re gone.”
You pant as well, trying your best to keep your hysterical little giggles quiet. Johnny is right there with you, like fucking schoolgirls- the two of you giggle for a moment.
Ah but you should probably apologize.
“H-Hey im sorry by the way- for kissing you out of the blue like that, i didn't know if you’d be comfortable with it but uh- i kinda got invested in the whole-”
You wave a hand about as he backs off you, pulling his knee away from your heat between your legs.
“-‘Don't get caught’, thing. Sorry if i um- took it too far and make you uncomfortable…”
(Johnny looks down at you, pretty little oblivious thing, looking all sheepish and nervous as if there wasn’t the high potential you just saved both his and your asses with your quick thinking.)
“All good lassie. Good quick thinking.”
(As much as he’d love to tease you more about it- or even tell you just how much he enjoyed kissing you until you were breathless- he’s still on a mission, and you need to keep moving.)
(So for now, he settles for a hair ruffle and a wink. You smile all the same.)
The pair of you continue, and you are starting to wonder where you’re going. This ain’t the way you came in- though, you suppose coming in via the main entrance would defeat the point of the game. Which was of course: to sneak you out undetected. Walking through the hall of party-goers probably wouldn’t be the best call.
Still, it's odd when you find yourself stopping at a room. It appears to be locked, a passcode and everything. This doesn’t seem to be an issue though.
(“Intel says they left the hard drive here. Code is 269344041.” Johnny listens to Ghosts voice, inputting the code easily. He ignores the confused look you end him in favor of mumbling-)
“a’m in.”
You blink as he talks to his earpiece. Carefully and quietly as you enter the room, you ask,
“Um… sergeant? What are we doing in here?”
“Looking for a package hen.”
(“Should be in a small red box.” Ghost relays.)
“-Little red box. Help me look?”
You nod like the helpful little thing you are and begin to search the room. It’s a storage unit of sorts. Bunch of random shit, you even spot a cool ass box of skeleton bones. That you show to your newfound companion.
He grimaces and gently sets the box down away from your hands.
“Let’s not touch anything else alright lassie?”
It’s framed as a question but really it’s an order. You just shrug, and then remember your line was supposed to be, ‘yes sir.’
“Yes sir.”
The search doesn’t take long after that, a few minutes max before you spot a little red box high up on a shelf. All the things around it are collecting dust, but the dull red colored cardboard seems to be free of it. Placed there recently it seems.
Maybe this whole immersive thing was planned out, and maybe it was pure luck you got roped into it. Everything was awfully elaborate after all. With him knowing the code and stuff.
“Sergeant i think i found it.”
He’s on you in and instant,
“Where?”
You point up the shelf. “That it?”
He carefully grabs it, opens it up and shuts it before you can get a good look. Looked kinda like a flash drive? A flash drive inside a plastic baggie.
“That’s what we’re looking for alright. Good work lassie. Ye might as well be a recruit at this point.”
He’s joking it seems, so you smile back in turn.
“Lived a bit too cushiony of a life for military work i’m afraid.” You gesture once more to your royal outfit. “But i’ll consider the offer sergeant.”
He takes you by the arm, tucking the box into his vest and leading you to the door.
“Glad to hear it princess.”
After that, it’s more sneaking about, more little bits of banter whenever you can, and listening to him speak into his earpiece. It’s dreadfully fun, the most fun you’ve had all night and honestly? At any party ever.
Finally- Finally, you seem to make your goal as you feel open air on your skin. That took forever to get out, with how massive the place was, but by god it was fun sneaking around like a super spy with…
Oh. You come to the sudden realization that you don’t actually know his name. That and- you never gave him your name either.
Well, this is where you leave so…
“Hey i just realized i never got your name.”
He turns to you for a brief moment, his hands on your arm now, tugging you along away from the building so that the bouncers at the front won’t see you. The two of you stop a little ways away.
“Soap. Or Johnny if you’d prefer.”
He says it so simply, with such an easy smile.
“And you princess?”
You say your own back, and it sounds so nice on his tongue. So right.
“Um- if you wouldn’t mind-“ You’re fishing in your bag now for your barely charged phone, wanting to get his number because he seems like a stand up dude and-
Soap touches his earpiece, “Package and civilians secure L.T. Good to go.” He says it quiet enough you don’t hear it, too busy looking for your phone.
(“Roger. Gaz move in.”)
“-could i maybe get your number? After i find my phone, of course. it’s just uh, well i had a lot of fun. Truth be told the night was pretty shit before you found me so if it’s okay with y-“
Your eyes widen when you see behind Soap, several Military troops storming the place, all of them holding what look to be- very real guns.
“What the fu-?”
You start, dropping your phone in a shock and completely shattering the poor device against the pavement.
Johnny can’t seem to bite down his grin.
Slowly, and yet all too fast, everything clicks as soon as you hear gunshots.
At a snails pace your head turns towards Johnny. Soap. The sergeant. The real sergeant.
“I did tell ya it wasn’t a costume hen.”
You were such a fucking idiot.
——————
Awkwardly you sit in your chair, taken in for interrogation. Less that and more for protocol considering everyone agreed you didn’t know jack shit.
Apparently, you went to the wrong party and somehow ended up at a terrorist gathering, which would explain the weird vibes of all the guests. And the super big and confusing building. And the many locked doors. And the—
The more you thought about it, the more stupid you felt so at some point in the hours of being on this stupid military base, you stopped.
To your utter horror and humiliation: Soap was a real sergeant. On a real mission. And he gave you a real ass fucking gun. And you had kissed him and oh god he had his knee between your fucking legs- you called him daddy.
Physically unable to handle the shame and embarrassment, you make a noise similar to that of a dying cat and bury your face in your hands.
The person ‘interrogating’ you, (a nice man that everyone called Gaz), just laughed. At the very least your misery was amusing.
“I am- so, so so fucking sorry, oh my god i’m such an idiot.”
“Don’t worry about it love. It helped to keep you calm. Better than dealing with panicking eh?”
You nodded because he made sense. It didn’t mean you were happy about it- but it did make sense. Soap tried to tell you after all. Honestly it was probably for the best you thought it was all a joke. Who knows what you would have done if you knew it was for real, probably panicked and gotten both yourself and him killed.
Gaz pats your head, an amused but sympathetic smile on his face.
(God fucking damn it, were all sergeants just naturally this fucking charming??? …You don’t have a thing for military guys do you?)
When the captain of this whole thing walks in, John Price; with a smile like that of a damn koala bear and air of authority- you decide that, yeah. Maybe you do have a thing for military types.
Go figure.
“You're free to go love.”
You sigh with relief, mostly because you don’t physically think you can handle anymore embarrassment. Your face is starting to hurt from all the cringing you’ve been doing. How are you ever gonna live this down?
“Afraid your phones broken though. Do you know the way home?”
No. Obviously not. You were taken here via military truck with the other soldiers. Frankly you could be in a different country right now and you wouldn’t know because you passed out at some point from the sheer embarrassment of it all.
(Price of course, knows this. He just wants to see you squirm a little longer. Is it wrong? Yeah. But he’ll be damned if you aren’t the most fun thing to mess with.)
“Um no- sir.” You tack on the title quickly, unsure exactly what to call him.
“Alright. I’ll have one of my men escort you home.”
As long as it’s anyone but Johnny you should be able to survive a car ri-
“Soap.”
Fuck.
“Take my car and escort the little lady back home.”
…You just had to think it, didn't you?
(Price knows he’s cruel for messing with you. Mean and terrible really. But the face you make when he calls Soap into the room? Where you look like you go through every stage of grief before landing on depression in .5 seconds?)
(Priceless.)
——————
The car ride is just as excruciating as you thought it would be. Even worse- Soaps a good guy. Charming and fun, sweet even. He jokes and teases you but tries his damnest to make the car ride as comfortable as possible.
Hell he even offers to stop someplace and buy you something for the road. And offer you not let would refuse; but you were at the base for hours, and it’s like 2 AM and you are exhausted and hungry and embarrassed.
So the two of you get some takeout, and eat in Prices car. You would be worried about eating in the car, but Soap makes you comfortable, assuring you the captain would probably be more upset if he let you go home on an empty stomach.
The rest of the drive is cozy after that. He pulls laughter out of you, and embarrassed groans but it’s all in good fun.
By the time you get home, you’re most definitely a little unsteady on your feet just due to how tired you are. He helps you out of the car, and even walks you to your door.
Before he leaves, you awkwardly debate giving him your number. Just so you could buy him drinks or something later down the line to make up for your utter stupidity today- but then you remember your totaled phone.
Damn.
And then, a god seemingly hears your prays because he’s slipping you a sheet of paper.
Drowsily you blink down at it to find a king number string. A phone number.
When you snap your eyes back up to him, he’s grinning.
“You wanted it right lass? Give me a call sometime.”
And then, he’s winking and walking away. Just like that.
…huh. Maybe you should go to parties more often.
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nanamimizz · 9 months
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𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝚶𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝚬: 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐔𝐋𝐔 𝐏𝐓 𝚶𝐍𝚬 + 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍
tags: wc: 1.3k, sfw, gn reader, reader is a part of the astral express crew, jing yuan is flirtatious as fuck LMAO, no warnings, reader is a foodie, reader is referred to as sweetheart.
synopsis: you know all about different types of food and when caught looking for a certain treat, a certain general can't help but take the chance to you what you want and more.
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You came to the Xianzhou Luofu with the rest of the Astral Express - you were hesitant to leave Dan Heng, Pom-Pom, and Himeko alone but at the behest of March 7th you had joined their quest. As the events transpired you often felt a tug at your eyes and nose. Each time March 7th would be talking your ear off about new spots she wanted to visit for photos your eyes would wander on a specific sugar-glazed treat you have always wanted to try, 
Not many would know this but you were passionate about cooking, it was often you and Pom-Pom who made the meals for the rest of the crew save for Himeko’s coffee that is. You were always looking for new inspiration, new recipes from different planets to enjoy and make. It just so happens that the Xianzhou is home to the snack you’ve most wanted to try - tanghulu.
Any fruit can be used to make Tanghulu, the most trending fruit would be strawberries but grapes and mangos are popular too. But the one you want to try most is the traditional variant - red hawthorn berries. Information of the candy pours out of your mouth subconsciously, you are muttering to yourself so much so that March 7th just giggles behind her hand as a gold eye watches you from behind - lazy in its amusement and keen in its desire.
“I never would have assumed that the Nameless had such culinary knowledge of the cuisine of the Xianzhou Luofu.”
You freeze, and something like dread pools in your stomach.
Turning your head you see the smiling general - the most legendary of warriors this ship has to offer in its long legacy and the most important man on the ship. General Jing Yuan stands before you in the flesh. While you had seen his visage in the form of a blue hologram now you can see the flush in his complex and the shine of his hair - General Jing Yan is incredibly handsome it is known and you can’t find any escape from the truth. He smiles at your surprised expression, laughing quietly to himself as he turns his attention to March 7th, who was still laughing at your deer-in-headlights look.
“Do you mind if I cut in? I can never stop myself from treating a guest to delicacies we of The Luofu offer when given the chance.” March 7th is quick to grin and even quicker to play matchmaker and responds with all sorts of giddiness in her voice.
“Oh be my guest General, just don’t keep them out too long! We still have work to do!” She calls as she whips out her phone, you whine as you feel a strong hand come to rest at your waist. March 7th would hesitate to tell Stelle and the others about you being whisked away by the General of all people on what she would call a date.
“I heard you muttering about tanghulu, is that what you were looking to try?” He asks you, tone light and cordial as you stutter over your words.
“Y-yes I follow a lot of content about gastronomy and I’ve seen a lot of people talk about it. It’s been a food I’ve always wanted to try.” You confess, keeping your eyes in front of you as you follow his steps, fingers fiddling with the buttons of your shirt. 
“Hm, how curious considering it’s a sweet for children, but then again it’s not the most common of foods that catch the public’s eyes is it?” He asks and you laugh, thinking about other trending foods of different planets that all come from all sorts of circumstances.
“Yes you are right in that aspect - anything can be whipped up by the fame that people attribute to food, even something as a seasonal children’s sweet.” You agree, eyes flickering to him as you laugh under your breath. The white hair general returns your smile and only tears his eyes off of you to speak to a stallman that sells tanghulu. Once again your eyes are captured by the shine of the vibrant colors of fruit and the starlight shine of sugar - the Xianzhou natives can only chuckle at your starry-eyed expression.
“Here, let me treat you to it since you have come all this way - it wouldn’t do for you to go without it.” Jing Yuan says with a smile despite the way you wave your arms, telling him he won’t have to do such a thing.
“What's the most popular fruit right now for the tanghulu?” Jing Yuan asks, blissfully ignoring your stammer as the stallman laughs at your interaction, resting an elbow on the counter and looking over his wares.
“Most young people have been asking for strawberries these days.” Jing Yuan nods and takes the appropriate amount of credits out to pay for the treat, however before the stallman takes it you enter back into the conversation.
“Um, is it okay if I ask for hawthorn instead? That’s the more traditional option right?” You ask, looking back and forth between the two men. The stallman laughs boisterously, finding more amusement in this situation than you ever will.
“General - keep your money, this one clearly knows how to eat real food,” The stallman winks at you, “I’ll throw in another one just cuz I like the way you think sweetheart.” From next to you Jing Yuan chuckles, tucking away the money, and looks at you from his taller position.
“You certainly struck a deal, didn’t you? Getting two free tanghulu is quite the steal.” He comments, crossing his arms across his chest. You look at him - you find him somehow more handsome with each passing moment, your eyes caught on the length of his lashes and the charm of his mole.
“I didn’t think that would happen, I just wanted to taste the real thing before trying anything newer.” You confess, going back to fiddling with the button of your levee and Jing Yuan hums at your answer.
“Are you the type of person that is fond of antiquities?” He asked suddenly and by the shining flush on your face, he grins broadly at your unspoken admittance. Acutely, he turns to collect the two tanghulu and hands one to you while thanking the stallman.
“How did you guess?” You mutter embarrassed and Jing Yuan chuckles at your fluster.
“Call it the intuition of an old man.” He speaks lightly but you get the feeling that he is smug in his victorious assessment. A gold eye looks at you warmly and he urges you to try the tanghulu that you stare at wantingly. You flush under the weight of his stare and go in for the first bite. He watches in utter fascination at how your face brightens, smiling at the crisp sugar and sweet sourness of the hawthorn berry. Jing Yuan was sure that if you had a tail it would wag behind you merrily.
“I take you like it?” He asks, chuckling at how you finish the first berry and are about to move on to the second before he hands you the second skewer along with a note - “Where did he find the time to write on the note?” you wonder.
“Here, give this one to your friend as an apology for taking you away from her,” he says smiling as he knows she didn’t mind, “The note contains my personal phone number. Feel free when there is any sort of Xianzhou cuisine you want to try out - traditional or popular.”
There’s a flirtatious edge to his smile as he repeats himself.
“And I really do mean anything. I have to take my leave now, I hope to see you soon.” He says confidently and makes his way in the direction of the building you and March had exited from, where the Helm Master Yukong was awaiting him. You stand there, two tanghulu in hand, the general’s number on a note, and just as you are trying to process what just happened your own phone dings. 
A message from March, pestering smug as it reads - “Soooo how did your date go?” followed by a smirking sticker.
Then it hits you, you just went on a date with the general of the Luofu, and from behind you, the stallman laughs again.
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lovingchrissposts · 23 days
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Our dirty little secret
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Nates little sister x …sturniolo
Warnings: swearing, use of marijuana, use of y/n, mafia, drugs, kinda like refers to east side, ANGSTTT NOT PROOF READ SORRYY
A/N: i rlly liked this request and was so fun to write. I’m definitely gonna like make more parts but I’m just too lazy and this has been sitting in my drafts for like two weeks. Oopsiesss!! (The summary is terrible ik) the song has nothing do with this I just thought of it from the name of this
Summary: Nathans little sister y/n gets ‘introduced’ to two boys. Matthew and Christopher Sturniolo. Maybe reintroduced works better. They realize that she was an old co-worker of theirs and that theyre now on opposite teams so they can’t be friends. Nate and y/n are sent on a trip for 7 months to fulfill a girls requests and work. What will happen?
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(Years ago)
“Y/N.” My older brother Nathan who goes by Nate screams up at me from the basement. I rip the blankets off of my legs and groan getting up.
“What?” I yell back from the top of the stairs my left foot hanging off getting ready to walk down. Nate peeks around the corner with his two friends Matt and Chris next to him.
“Yo, this is Matt.” Nate points at the boy standing on his left whos wearing the most innocent little boy outfit ever. Matt looks like he has brown curlyish hair that lays perfectly against his forehead and top of his head. His blue eyes are beaming through mine as Nate speaks again Matt shoots me a smile and nods gently.
“And, this is Chris.” Nate adds and i wave at him. I swear I think I stopped breathing for a second when I saw him. He was wearing gray sweatpants with a logo that looks like an F on the side and a white tank top with his nipples poking through the thin soft fabric. His hair is grown out to the sides and on his forehead.
“Hey,” I reply smiling trying to keep my cool to both of them. I look down at myself. I’m wearing the shittiest outfit ever and I let out a breath. “We are just gonna be in the back smoking some weed if you need anything.” Nate adds with a smile and his Nike slides slipping across the wooden floor as they exit through the back door.
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The smell of weed fills my air as I’m sitting next to the three of them around a bonfire in my backyard. I’m absolutely fucking freezing even though we are around a fire.
I hear Nate laugh as they all remember funny stories from when they were younger. The taller boy with the over grown hair sits next to me drinking a beer instead of smoking the weed.
“Y/n?” Nate asks me making me snap my neck up to look at him. “Yeah?” I reply rubbing my arms slowly. “You okay you seem a little, spaced out?” He asks me curiously and i Shake my head. “Oh yeah haha sorry I was thinking about um..Kim.” I reply anxiously. Matt chuckles from beside me and puts his weed down.
“Whos Kim?” Matt asks licking his dry lips. “Oh my bestfriend from middle-“ I start to say as Nate’s phone rings from across the table. I look up and notice it’s our boss, Veno. His eyebrows raise and he stands up.
“Alright guys I’ll be right back I have to take this.” Nate mumbles and answers the phone walking inside. I’m now left alone with two guys I met about two hours ago but they seem..familiar..?
“Y/n, y/l/n.” Chris chuckles my name and looks at me with deaf eyes making my heart speed up a little bit. Shit.
“Y/l/n? It’s really you?” Matt says in shock.
“Uh. Yeah?” I reply awkwardly. And look at Matt and Chris. Chris slowly gets out of his chair setting his beer down. “Fuck. Really?” Chris whispers and I nod.
What. The. Fuck.
“You-Nate- huh?” Matt stutters out. “Nate is in the program?!” Once he says that I finally realize.
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(Flash backs)
I just stepped into this guys office outside of post 89. I looked around. “Well hello, y/n.” Veno mumbled from his desk taking a sip of ‘coffee’
I stepped in again and my tan folders I had in my hands slipped and fell on the floor making all the papers go everywhere.
Oh shit, shit, shit.
Some guy with brown curly hair came up to me helping me pick up the files, after he helped me Veno made him and me sort the files again.
I could’ve sworn he hated me until he made conversation about who he was.
“Oh um by the way, I’m Christopher. Sturniolo. Chris for short.” He stated smiling at me nervously. I looked up at him and smiled back giving him my name.
We talked for about an hour while finishing sorting the files. Veno comes back in fixing his blazer and looks at the files. “Very well. Sturniolo, take Ms y/l/n around the warehouse for a quick tour.
So he did, we laughed, told stories, and became friends.
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Nate and I’s family had moved across town making us go to different schools and I had to stop out of that program. Nate wasn’t in the same warehouse as me at the time so Chris and Matt didn’t know him till a few months ago when we visited for a family holiday.
“Shit, your Chris sturniolo?” I ask absolutely shocker that I’m seeing him again.
“Fuck, yes I am.” Chris replied and Matt let out a deep sigh. “We aren’t supposed to be friends with your brother, or you for that Matter.” Chris adds and him and Matt start to stand up gathering their weed and beers.
Fuck Nate is gonna kill me.
(Present time.)
Me and Nate had been assigned a trip to the Eastside for the program. We hadn’t been there in years and were really nervous.
This little ‘trip’ was us moving there for a few months (7) so we could fulfill this girl and get her on the program.
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“Y/N!” Nate screamed at me and I knew he was packing the car to go so I quickly hurried my ass out of my room with my shoes on, jacket on, suitcase next to me, and backpack on along with a few boxes of furniture for our rental home.
“IM COMING.” I yell back and I rush down the stairs. I pull my suitcase out of the door locking it behind me. Over our driveway I pulled all my shit and shoved it in the trunk.
“Alright, alright, cmon.” Nate mumbled. It was around 4:30 in the morning and we had to be there by Noon. We stopped on the way to McDonald’s to get sweet teas, Pepsi, and coffees.
I was settled into the back until Veno called Nate telling him about what’s gonna happen over these 7 months.
What the fuck did I get myself into.
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yorshie · 4 months
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BLURB DAY BLURB DAY numero uno congrats on a new milestone yeeeeeehaw!!! and for the blurb [rubs hands together] how about some 14 and 21 with my forever boy, donnie. disgustingly soft. like. im gonna wanna nest on it soft. the Most tender. tytyty hugs you a lot
*accepts hug and spins you around* you are in fact numero uno! thank you for requesting on Blurb Day! I hope you are having a wonderful Friday!
*me writing this blurb* alright, just a cup of sweetness *upends the whole 25lbs container* yeah. that seems about right.
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Somewhere in the Lair, you could hear Mikey singing while he baked, the smell of cinnamon and apples heavy in the air. The heaters in the Lair were on full blast, the hum of the industrial furnaces bringing a heated warmth into every room, the groan of the pipes buried underneath the extra noise, but nothing could drown out the heavy beat of Donatello's heart underneath your ear, as loud as a drum through the solid keratin you were curled up against.
His hand slid across your back in a lazy pattern, and you hummed into the hollow of his throat, knowing he had finally woken up from the nap you'd enticed him to take earlier in the morning.
"Time?" He rasped, jaw moving against your hair, and you felt his legs stretch where they were entwined with yours, quads quivering as he held the position for a long moment. He inhaled, chest swelling, and you shifted to get comfortable once more at the movement.
"Mike's still baking." You supplied in a whisper, arms tightening around him, not wanting him to think he could slip away just yet.
"Not dinner time, then." Donnie's arm tightened around you, holding you close as he jostled over just a smidge to read the numbers on his battered alarm clock. "Hm... maybe half an hour before we have to get ready."
You shivered as cold air snuck into the blankets around where his arm was raising the fabric, and he noticed, tunneling his arm back into the warmth and hiking the comforter closer around the pair of you.
He brushed his lips against your hair, beak pressing against your forehead, and you grinned, knowing what he was after. You let him press chaste flutters against the thin skin of your eyelids before giving into his silent request and tipped your head back for a proper kiss, his mouth lingering over yours.
"No one to catch us here." You pressed the words against his lower lip, referring to the time his brothers had caught the pair of you kissing in the kitchen.
"No one would have caught us then," Donnie whispered back, a smirk threatening the curl of his mouth. One hand slid up under the covers, framed your jaw so he could tip your head to the side in a better angle. "If someone hadn't loudly said 'just let me sneak one more, Dee, no one has-" his words cut off with a hmmpf when your arms wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him down to meet your lips, knowing he was about to go off course and not in the mood to remember who exactly said what when he was warm and solid against you, thigh curling up to nudge you higher to lessen the reach.
The tip of his tongue painted over your upper lip, slipped inside your mouth and barely touched the edge of your teeth before pulling back to repeat the motion. He only stopped when you were shivering once more, satisfaction in the crinkle of his eyes as he squinted down at you in the low light.
"I'll never get tired of this." He whispered, threading the hand pinned to the bed in between the strands of your hair. "I'll always love you, you know that, right?"
You smiled, pressed a kiss against his beak, hands petting over the ridge of his carapace at the feeling of his thumb rubbing against your scalp. "I know, Dee. I'll always love you, too."
He dipped to kiss you again, and neither of you heard Mikey's calls for dinner until Leo sent a text to both your phones.
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SCENARIOS
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[ part 2 ]
older sister reader ! !
warning: multiple timeline, lowercase intended.mentioned of reo mikage, itoshi sae.
note: i literally suck at bowling what in the actual fuck is this... my sec time bowling was so ass it was worse than the first one.....
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"nee-san, did you see my phone."
"what's that on your hand?"
nagi looked at his hands and saw his phone.
"oh."
sometimes you don't understand yourself either how you can handle nagi seishiro or understand him. lots of the auntie neighbors pity you for having a lazy little brother. who are they to judge him. sometimes you feel like bashing their heads onto the walls.
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"you're very different from your brother."
that's what they all said. saying you were different from your brother. they're blind. in fact, you're very similar to nagi.
"nagi, can you tell me more about your sister?"
looking up to reo, nagi looked at him like he was an alien (he is). side eyeing reo, nagi sigh. it was all too familiar with him. ppl going to him just to ask him about his own sister. nagi thinks it's a hassle to talk about you.
"why don't you talk to her yourself. im lazy."
"erh, if you say so. then, want to come with me to talk to you sister?"
"my sister is not in this school. she already graduated two years ago."
"then i want to go to your house."
"side eye."
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cooking as a child was hard. why does your parents always have to go overseas? you rarely see them. do they think this is easy as a child. dumb parents.
ever since you were a child, you tried cooking until you make it. your hand was full of cuts from the knife. some of it even turned permanent scars. why did you start to cook? to feed your little brother ofc.
"sei... wake up. lunch is ready." you smiled upon seeing nagi sleeping. you didn't mind it at all that nagi was lazy. with the right patience, you could handle nagi seishiro. he's your precious little brother after all.
nagi slurred in his sleep and slowly open his eyes. still sleepy, he stayed there for awhile to gather his thoughts. feeling a pat on his head, he knew that it was his sister.
"mmm.. awake."
"im going to pour water on you."
the boy sat up immediately.
one thing nagi knew about his sister. she is never joking.
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[referring to this]
seeing the text that nagi send. you swore you almost drop your phone. nagi seishiro? playing football? a sport? kicking ball? him???? your little brother who never play any sports in his life at all? suddenly playing...?
it was all a shock to you.
"what the hell" you mumbled. you were just too shock. you could even die happily.
"im home."
seeing nagi entered the home bringing reo aka his slave. you stared at them for too long without any thoughts in your brain that you didn't even noticed they open the tv to watch some football matches.
"who is that?"
"itoshi sae."
perking up at the name. you finally realized you zoned out too long. too shock. looking at the tv, you saw the itoshi sae on it. you almost tsk.
it's not that you hate football or anything. you definitely like basketball more tho. you won't deny that itoshi guy is pretty. getting up from the couch, you pat nagi head and went straight up to your room.
searching up itoshi sae instagram, you look at his photo. not alot of post.. probably someone who only think about football, boring.
but other than that, you thought to yourself that he seems quite familiar to you..
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"i don't want this."
"stop being picky. eat your food!"
"erghhh.."
tbh, you cooked nagi least favorite food because you didn't want him to be picky. he had always been picky. if he doesn't eat it, you're gonna make him eat natto for the rest of the week.
nagi was grumpily munching his LEAST favorite food.
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pettypiastri · 1 year
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my boyfriend's boyfriend
jamie drysdale x fem reader ft. trevor zegras
requested by @corneliaskates: "okay in light of these photos… I’m making you write jamie for me what about like moving in with him but like moving in with him also means moving in with trevor and… chaos ensues"
wc: 2.3k
warnings: blood in the context of undercooked food and also minor injury, reference to Jamie's shoulder injury and doctors offices, swearing, mention of drugs in a medical context, chaos, buffoonary
a/n: just some fun casual writing for a collection of scenes that i think you’d likely see upon moving into the zegras/drysdale household, pls enjoy the chaos! lots of this unhinged behavior we already knew about the 2 of them but a few details came from the recent "The Players Lounge" podcast episodes with jamie and trevor so go listen! (also would the homies wanna see me write for mason mctavish cause i really would love to do so)
Jamie stares blankly at the doctor as he continues to come to. He doesn’t hear the inquisition the doctor made. The first thought on his mind is the only thought he's had since he skated off the ice, his left shoulder in a dead hang: his season is over, there’s no way around it. 
“Mr. Drysdale?” The physician tries to get Jamie’s attention. 
“Yes, umm I’ll be there to help him. I’ve taken time off work.” Jamie turns his head slowly to look at you. He barely registers what you’ve said. He almost wants to ask you to repeat it but he knows he heard you right. The doctor shifts toward you, flipping through the aftercare instructions and various medications Jamie will have to take. You’re collected, attentive, and receptive all the while Jamie’s eyes bore into your profile, trying to understand. He’s still drowning in self-wallowing and frustration and now is trying to parse through the funny sort of feeling in his heart watching you prepare yourself to be a part time caretaker for him. Not only are you here right now, you’ve just admitted out loud, without any previous discussion between the two of you that you are not just willing but going to help him during his recovery?? He feels an intensity to communicate his love and appreciation for you that he’s not used to but ends up manifesting as,
“Will you move in with me?” The door to the exam room has just barely clicked shut from the doctor’s exit. Your spine is rod straight now from where you were previously collecting your purse and coat. Jamie’s always been a fiddler, twitching and messing with loose skin on his finger or the belt loop of your jeans, but now he sits perfectly still as he stares at you. 
“Where’s the big red button, I think they gave you too much of something bud.” Humor always serves as a great deflection tactic for you but Jamie won’t let you off the hook.
“No no, I’m serious. Do you want to move in with me?” Your expression remains slightly standoffish as you draw closer to the bed. As you prop yourself on the hospital bed, you notice his eyes are inviting, stoic: a safe place to land. Lazy fingers reach to soothe Jamie’s uninjured arm. 
“Would you have asked me if you hadn’t torn your shoulder?” Jamie’s nod is emphatic. 
“Yes, it probably just would’ve taken me a bit longer to ask. You still make me nervous-- but like in a good way, in a good way.” Jamie stumbling over his words endears you like nothing else. “I kind of hate being without you, not in a weird codependent way, I just really like who I am when you’re around.” 
Your mind is already made up after Jamie’s unbridled honesty but you still have to ask,
“Shouldn’t you run this by Trev first maybe?” He is a member of the household, though not much of a contributing one. To sell his conviction, Jamie’s eyes don’t leave yours as he reaches for his phone in the back pocket of the jeans he thinks he’s wearing. He gets an awful fright meeting bare skin under the hospital gown. Creasing at the waist with laughter doesn’t hinder you too much as you dig for his phone in your purse. He takes it sheepishly from your grasp. As he dials Trevor’s number, you urge him to put it on speaker phone.
“Jimmy! How high are you, man??”
“Z, Y/N’s gonna move in with us.”
“I thought she already lived here?”
Since the moment of Jamie’s injury you’ve been practically inseparable. Surgeon consultations, post op, helping him dress, cooking for him, you’ve truly been there for it all for Jamie. Now that he’s several months post op and regained most all of his range of motion, he’s been eager to pick up some slack. 
“Are they closed?” 
“Jamie my love, yes. I’ve literally had them closed every time you’ve asked in the last 15 minutes.” You sigh, patience thinning at both the frequent reminders and… well… how goddamn slow Jamie’s being. To pass the time, you’ve taken to concocting a game with the yellow spots on the inside of your closed eyelids.
“Dude it’s been fucking hours would you hurry up already?” 
“Trevor, no one asked you.” Jamie snips at his childish best friend. It’s date night tonight and Jamie wanted to cook for you. Trevor decided, because he is cripplingly codependent, that he just had to sit on the living room couch to scroll Instagram. You’ve mentally taken the under on Trevor stealing some of your bread with olive oil within the first five minutes of it being in front of you because ‘Jimmy why didn’t you make any for me too?’
“Okay it's ready, you can open!” Slowly doing as you’re told to readjust to the well lit dining room, you catch Jamie scurrying around to his side of the table. His face holds an adorably pleased expression, you can tell he’s very proud of himself. The spread in front of you is barbequed steak, bread with olive oil, and a green salad; a shockingly balanced meal. A normally restless boy, Jamie vibrates with excitement even more now as he waits for your appraisal. 
“Jamie baby, it looks amazing! Thank you!” Crows' feet emerge to compensate for his smile becoming impossibly wider, yet he’s still a bit shy, bashful after your praise.
“I’d hope so, it took you long enough Jimbo,” the peanut gallery croons again. You don’t even acknowledge Trevor as you begin to saw through your steak… until red liquid begins to pour out… Stunned and surprised, your mouth gapes for a moment, finding the gentlest way to put things.
“Jamie,” drawing out the final vowel, your eyes flick to his. His expression is eager with eyebrows raised in question.
“How long was this steak on the barbeque for?” 
“Like 10 minutes I think? Why?” Jamie pales slightly at your question.
“I think the heat was too high babe.” Jamie observes his steak with a close eye and then oggles yours from across the table before reaching for his knife. 
“What do you mean? You said it looks amazing, I mean look at those char marks!” 
“Jamie baby, it's practically still moo’ing…” Trevor bursts out laughing, his stupid wheeze accompanying Jamie’s panic. As his knife breaches the admittedly lovely crust, bloody liquid pours out of Jamie’s steak as well. The color of his cheeks grows to match that of what's on his plate. Jamie starts to say something but it’s Trevor’s voice you both hear instead.
“Just put it in the microwave.” 
The team returned last night from the East coast road trip. You and Jamie have been in denial about Trevor’s return, trying to stretch out the silence with a lazy day on the couch. Trevor however has had other plans.
“Why do I have the least blanket right now? I’m literally the tallest of us three.” 
“Because no one invited you to join?” You shove at Trevor’s toes that are digging into your thigh from how you’re sardine-d on the couch. He whines as you do so, pushing at you back. Harder. “Ow Trevor stop!” 
“What I’m not fucking doing anything!” 
“Guys! I can’t hear what they’re saying!” Jamie bursts, effectively shutting you both up. Trevor glares at you as you snuggle further into Jamie’s chest, Jamie's arm visibly tightening around you. The face you give Trevor is smug. 
“Fine, I’ll just go somewhere else then.” As he stands from the couch he makes an equally childish display of flipping the blanket up and over your head, messing up your hair and covering your eyes.
Jamie coos quietly at you not to say anything or react so you remain calm and settle in to watch the rest of the current episode of Yellowstone with your boyfriend.
A few minutes later when there is a distinct cacophony of falling caps, banging metal doors, and at least a liter container of liquid (hopefully closed) hitting the floor, it’s not hard to tell Trevor has decided to do his laundry. He comes back upstairs acting as if nothing was afoot. 
It’s not until an hour later when Trevor has made the switch to the dryer that you notice something actually might be off. Wafting up from downstairs is a distinct smell of burning. You pause to be sure your nose isn’t confusing something else before voicing your worry.
“Do you smell that?” Jamie sniffs violently enough to be audible. 
“What are you– oh shit!” Jamie moves from behind your back leaving you flopping onto yours from his quickness. “Trevor!!” He shouts while bounding down the stairs. “I told you, you have to clean the lint trap every single time you use the dryer!” His voice grows inaudible the farther downstairs he gets. Trevor peeks his head out from his room. 
“Was he talking to me?” You can’t help but laugh, hands covering your face in disbelief.
“Why are we friends with you?” 
“I’m fucking awesome, duh.”
“Okay don’t panic–” Is all you hear before you start to panic. “But umm Z might’ve slipped on the roof…” 
“Tell me you’re joking. Why are you calling me? Oh my god Jamie, call the trainer or something! Is he hurt?” It’s brisk in the shade where you stepped out of your office to answer the incessant calls from your boyfriend. You’re still not off for another hour. 
“I think he’s okay. Definitely tore open his leg but we put some stuff on it. He’s still complaining about it but you know him, he’s always complaining about something so I think he’s okay.” As Jamie finishes, your phone vibrates with a text. “I sent you a picture of it.” The picture reveals a shallow cut about 6 inches long down the front of Trevor’s calf. There’s still remnants of blood around the cut itself and more notably about 12 normal sized bandaids placed like a patchwork quilt over the area of interest. Idiots. “We didn’t wanna get in trouble with the team…” Jamie says softly, decidedly embarrassed.
“I see. Okay well great job with the band aids you guys. I’ll pick some more up on the way home and some other supplies. Why were you up there?” 
“I was playing guitar and Trevor came up to tell me he could do it better and then promptly took it from me.” There’s a pouty lilt to Jamie’s voice that makes you wonder if Trevor’s really the one that got hurt. 
“Did he damage your guitar Jim Jam?” A shiver rakes your body as you’re desperate to get back inside the office.
“No, thank god.” He’s quiet, waiting for your reply. 
“You’re doing great Jamie, it’s really coming along baby.” He chirps a thank you, easily excited by your dismissal of Trevor’s insult. The two of you say your goodbye’s over Trevor’s whining in the background. 
On your way home, as promised, you stop at a drugstore to grab some gauze and larger wraps for Trevor’s ‘injury.’ You send a snarky picture of two contending boxes of Band Aids side by side to Trevor. Your caption ‘Mandalorian or Tangled?’ Something tells you Trevor’s reply is completely serious when your phone lights up with ‘Flynn Rider.’
Jamie slips into your shared bathroom as you’re fanning gently at your face. He smiles kindly but doesn’t start a conversation. Instead he reaches for his toothbrush and sets to brushing his teeth. The two of you don’t normally get ready for bed together at the exact same time. Typically one of you is asleep on the couch and being prodded at by the other to come to bed. Well, you normally prod at Jamie while he normally gallantly carries you to bed without disturbing your sleep. As he brushes his teeth, Jamie observes you as his entertainment. He steadies himself with a hip popped against the counter and one foot crossed in front of the other. 
Jamie’s attention does not bother you. Being the type not to speak until prompted, Jamie’s stays silent, his watchful gaze comforting if anything. That is until his lips form a small smile around his toothbrush that begins to grow. Finally you flick your eyes over to him in the mirror and notice toothpaste beginning to trickle down his chin. A drop that was lingering ominously begins to fall so you lurch forward to catch it in the palm of your hand, not wanting to risk the white carpet square Jamie’s standing on. 
“If you keep smiling like that you’re gonna get toothpaste on yourself Jamie. Be careful.” The toothpaste in your palm is flicked into the sink before you promptly rinse your hand. Jamie heeds your warning, deciding it's time for him to rinse as well. After his hands are towel dried he moves to hug you from behind. The smile is still on his face.
“Seriously, what are you smiling about, mister?” A giggle escapes your chest. You feel Jamie’s shrug against your back as you dig for another product in the drawer next to you. 
“Dunno, I’m just so happy you’re here.” Around you, Jamie’s never shied away from honesty and it’s something you’ve always appreciated. The last few months living with Jamie and Trevor has been chaos, hell at times, and insanely stressful but you’ve still found joy in every moment. So you meet Jamie’s honesty with some of your own when you say,
“There’s no place I’d rather be.” 
Later, when the two of you find yourselves curled around each other in bed, under an excessive number of blankets, it’s like Trevor has ESP for when he’s being left out of affections. A knock on the conjoining wall confirms this theory. His voice is muffled but you can still make it out.
“I love you guys.” Jamie chuckles and kisses your forehead, shaking with laughter of your own.
“We love you too Trevor.”
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universitypenguin · 26 days
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Chapter 26
Summary: Princess makes a worrying discovery while looking through Lloyd’s briefcase. Zach and Lloyd search Copper Ridge Quarry and have an argument. Meanwhile, Princess becomes entangled in the issue of a spy operating inside of Bishop & Howard.
Word Count: 5,024
Warnings: This story contains content that is intended for those who are at least eighteen years old, such as explicit sexual content, strong language, references to spying, murder, kidnapping and criminal elements. 
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Author’s Note: I did get this chapter published today as promised but editing took a really long time because it snowed here today, which was really depressing for me (come on, it’s March, give me sunshine) so I was feeling very unmotivated and lazy.
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Chapter Twenty-Six
As promised, you reviewed the footage of Nguyen’s interrogation. Two moments raised red flags. The first occurred when Lloyd mentioned Tate Corbin’s witness statement. From his previous interviews and court testimonies, you knew Nguyen wasn’t easily drawn into speculation, but the topic of his neighbor’s observations caused an abrupt change in his demeanor. Suddenly, he was eager to speculate. You marked the timestamp and wrote a note for Lloyd. The second red flag was more significant. As an interrogation subject, Nguyen was usually willing to answer questions, though the quality of his responses varied. That said, an outright refusal to respond was rare; in fact there was only one instance where it cropped up. 
When questioned about his former colleague who testified against him at trial his evasion stood out sharply in contrast to his typical style of guarded cooperation. It caught your attention, so you annotated that spot as well. Nothing in particular jumped out at you as significant in the rest of the footage, but watching it all together, it irked you that Nguyen hesitated to challenge his colleague’s testimony. Most murder suspects protested vehemently when confronted with false accusations.
The fact that Nguyen didn’t was unsettling. 
A staccato rap of knuckles on your door startled you from your musings. Landon stepped into the room and raised an eyebrow when he saw you massaging your temples. 
“Headache?” 
"Yeah. Re-watching Nguyen's interview is driving me nuts."
"Skip the aspirin this time."
You snorted. "Never again. What's up?"
"Jake and I have a stakeout. Need a ride home?"
"No. Lloyd's my ride, whenever he gets back."
"Text if you need us. Remember the silent alarm triggers are under the receptionist’s desk and in Zach’s office. He showed you?"
"Yeah, he did. Thanks."
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After the guys left, the office was silent. You finished reviewing the interview footage and made an attempt at Lloyd’s strategy of listening to the interview audios alone, which proved fruitless. The audio alone was too dull to be endured. After saving your notes to the shared drive, you strolled around the office to stretch your legs. It was nearly nine o’clock, and there was still no word from Lloyd or Zach. You opened the tracking app on your phone and verified their location in the woods near Copper Ridge Quarry.
You needed a distraction, so you poked around in the share drive and read the report Lloyd had filed on his meeting with Tate Corbin. When you clicked through the attachments for his handwritten notes nothing came up. There were no attachments anywhere in his last few uploads so they hadn’t been filed mistakenly. Your gaze landed on the hazelnut leather briefcase he’d left beside your desk. After a brief debate, you decided he wouldn’t mind. It wasn’t snooping if there was a purpose, right? You lifted the briefcase to your desk and took a deep, steadying breath. As you unzipped the main compartment, your phone rang, making you almost jump out of your skin.
Jen’s face flashed on the caller ID.
You sank back against the cushioned backrest of your chair and answered. “Hey, Jen. What’s up?”
“Not much, just checking in. How’s working from home?”
"It’s different. Kind of boring, but I’m getting a lot done.” 
“I haven’t seen much of Lloyd around the office lately. Is he working from home, too?” 
“He’s been doing a lot of field work,” you said, ducking the question.
“Mmmhh, really throwing himself into it, is he?”
Knowing Jen as long as you had, the dry tone of her voice tipped you off that she wouldn’t let the matter of Lloyd's absence go. She’d poke and prod and side-step you down the garden path until she had an explanation. You should’ve anticipated that the cover story Bishop had spread around the office, spinning your attack as a slip and fall by the pool, wouldn’t pass the smell test with Jen. 
“Yeah. Things picked up a bit in the investigation… uh, new leads….” 
“I’ve always appreciated that Lloyd goes after things like a force of nature.”
“Have you?” You raised an eyebrow, reaching into the front divider of Lloyd’s briefcase and pulling out a stack of files. The third degree was coming, and you knew it.
“He takes the bull by the horns,” Jen said.
“Interesting. Are you developing a soft spot for Lloyd?”
Jen snorted. “He’s right up there with Hawaiian pizza in my book.”
You laughed, flipping through the files. None of them were related to the Harmony case, so you set them aside and searched the second pocket in the briefcase.
“Wanna know something else about Lloyd?” you teased, hoping to distract Jen.
“Hmmm?”
“I only found this out recently, but he actually was a cowboy.”
“Are you for real?”
“Would I lie to you? He called me when he was in Idaho and told me about herding cattle and roping and my ovaries almost exploded.”
“I love that for you. Did he bring you pictures? Also, does this have anything to do with his odd choice of facial hair?”
“What do you mean?” you asked.
“Right, you’re too young to remember Westerns. You know the old movies about Doc Holliday, The Sundance Kid, Wyatt Earp…? I could go on, but you get the point.”
“I’ll have to ask him,”
“How’s your neck?” Jen asked.
“A lot better.”
You cringed, waiting for the attack to begin. 
“Mmmhh. Glad to hear it.” 
There was a long pause and you held back, distracting yourself from the temptation of talking by opening the next compartment of Lloyd’s briefcase. There was a padfolio and a few more files. You opened one of them and found insurance paperwork for a 1971 Mercury Cougar. 
“Listen, I heard about your fall by the pool from Bishop, and I know it was bullshit. Tell me what’s going on.”
“I can’t really talk about it, Jen. I’m sorry.” 
“Talk about what, exactly?”
“Jen… I can’t tell you what’s going on, okay?”
“Is it personal? Professional? Does it have something to do with Lloyd?”
You blew out a breath, considering your answer. The stalking was personal, but the IP address that the stalker had used to hack your work laptop was definitely professional. If he’d hack your laptop, who was to say he hadn’t tapped Jen’s work line, too?
“I’m dealing with some personal stuff.”
“And you were in the hospital twice this past month. There was an ER visit at Georgetown University Hospital and another in Harmony.”
“How do you know about those?” you demanded.
“Your apartment building forwarded over a stack of mail. I saw the medical bills and figured they were ER visits, thanks for confirming, though. I didn’t actually open them.”
“I can’t share it yet, but me staying out of the office is what’s best for right now.”
“Why were you in the hospital?” Jen asked.
You rubbed your forehead and wondered why you chose to develop friendships with people who had the personalities of Jack Russell Terriers. “I hurt my neck, just like Bishop said. The other one was for a medication reaction, but it turned out fine.”
“Fine? But who picked you up from the hospital? Did you call your Mom? Never mind, don’t answer that, I know you didn’t. Have you told your Mom what’s going on?”
Jen meant well, and you knew that, but she’d never comprehend that your Mom didn’t take her responsibilities as a parent to heart the same way Jen did. 
“I didn’t tell her I was in the hospital because it’s just not something she could handle. She’s kind of high strung,” you gently reminded her. “Lloyd drove me home both times.”
“So, Lloyd is taking care of you? Adequately?”
You rolled your eyes at her suspicious tone. “Yes, he’s shockingly good at playing nurse. And he can cook.”
“Thank goodness, I’ve been worried that you were subsisting on takeout alone.”
“I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch,” you said.
“Mmmhh. Well. I’m not trying to be pushy, honest. I just… worry about you.”
“I know that, Jen. Give me some time, okay? I’ll tell you everything when I can and hopefully I won’t seem like such an asshole then.” 
“You’re not capable of being an asshole except when you’ve been provoked to it,” Jen said. “That’s why I’ve been so worried.”
“Thank you.”
You picked up another file that had been in Lloyd’s briefcase and leafed through it. Once you realized that it was a copy of Joe Hansen’s will, you snapped it shut. Jen’s voice morphed into the background as she turned the conversation to a recap of current affairs at the law firm. Why was Lloyd still carrying a copy of his father’s will? On a scale of one to ten, how much of a violation of privacy would it be to read… maybe just the first page? The first few pages? Your internal debate was interrupted by a gasp from Jen. 
“I almost forgot to tell you! I met Mr. Howard the other day!” 
“Mr. Howard?” You drew a blank, having been more preoccupied with the will than the conversation. 
“Wilson Howard? The other half of Bishop & Howard? The infamously silent and absent founding partner of B&H…?” 
“You’re kidding!” 
“No, it was crazy, like stumbling on a unicorn on a jogging trail. He actually came into the office.”
“Why did he come in?”
“Because of you,” Jen said. 
“What did I do?!” 
“Remember the emails that you forwarded to HR? The ones from Westin Tafferty? According to the grape vine, they made their way up to Bishop, who responded by siccing Mr. Howard on Westin.”
“Oh, shit.”
Jen chuckled at your dismay. “He was here all morning and met with paralegals to get the tea on Westin before coming to visit me. He asked about you.”
“This is not good.”
“Relax,” Jen said. “He just wanted to know if Westin had harassed the whole paralegal department, or if he’d focused on you. And you’ll never guess what else I found out…”
“I’m afraid to ask,” you said.
Jen snickered. “Per Mr. Howard, there was a conversation between Mr. Bishop and Lloyd a month ago where Lloyd threatened to ‘use the Geneva Conventions as a to-do list’ if Westin kept bothering you.” 
You buried your head in your hands, groaning, while Jen laughed.
“Anyways, after he’d interviewed the team he went down to HR and had a two hour chat with Westin, who denied everything, but given that it was a two hour meeting, I think we can guess how that went.”
“No one called me about this.”
“You’d already done your part by reporting him,” Jen said. “Also, according to my sources, Westin left that meeting looking very rattled.” 
“I almost feel bad for him.”
“Ugh. Get a grip and cut that out, girl. You have no idea how incredibly therapeutic it was for the whole paralegal department to vent about Westin. The best part was that Mr. Howard just listened and took notes. If a man ever listened to me that attentively on a date, I’d jump his bones.”
You commiserated with her about Westin, and let the conversation drift back to the latest gossip from the office. When you finally hung up, you stood over the mess on your desk and examined the damage. It was littered with a treasure trove of mundane artifacts - five khaki file folders, a tin of mints, sticky notes, a travel tube of cologne, a power bank and phone charger, airpods, reading glasses, and three hundred dollars in cash. The files were what drew your eye. 
Curiosity was killing you, especially about Joe Hansen’s last will and testament, but you forced yourself to set them aside. It would be a betrayal of trust and if the situation were reversed, you’d be offended if Lloyd went through your private documents without asking. You surveyed the items you’d strewn over the desk from Lloyd’s briefcase and sighed, dipping your hand into the last, smaller back pocket of the briefcase in search of the missing interview notes. Your fingers brushed against paper and for a moment, excitement surged, but instead of papers you pulled out an envelope. 
Inside were three laminated bookmarks.
They were delicate and beautiful. One featured a bold splash of golden petals with a dark center like a miniature sun in bloom - a long stemmed Black-Eyed Susan. The other two flowers weren’t familiar. You inspected the bookmark that contained pale lavender flowers with tinges of blue, then examined the third marker, which featured pink petaled blossoms. Frustratingly, it was another flower you didn’t recognize. The pink flower reminded you of Prairie Phlox and Fire Pink, except to the best of your knowledge, no one had ever crossed those plants. There was no receipt in the envelope but when you flipped it over, the outside read: “Josephine.” 
Your eyebrows raised. Josephine? Who the hell was Josephine? Why had she given Lloyd pressed flower bookmarks, and more confusingly, why had he accepted them?
It crossed your mind a second later that the floral bookmarks might be a gift for you. That was a logical enough explanation but it didn’t hold up to closer inspection. Lloyd took pride in being an excellent gift-giver. He knew your tastes, interests, and preferences. The bookmark with the Black-Eyed Susans would be the kind of gift he would give you, but the other two were decidedly not. 
Using the plant identification app on your phone, you scanned the bookmarks to identify the flowers. The lavender flower was Common Camas and the pink was Elkhorn Clarkia. You didn’t recognize either name and when you checked the map of their native range, it made sense why you wouldn’t - they were native to the upper Northwest. Lloyd must have gotten these in Idaho. Frowning at the bookmarks, your mood slid from confused to suspicious, then darkened. 
Your chest was tight and your heart pounded out a chorus of eighth notes, turning your skin hot. The floral bookmarks weren’t something Lloyd would keep without a good reason. On the envelope, you inspected the handwriting of the name ‘Josephine’ and confirmed it was Lloyd’s. Who was Josephine? Did she live in Idaho or had she traveled there for his father’s funeral? Did they spend time together while he was there? Was she the real reason he’d neglected to call you while he was gone? There was a horrible feeling in your gut that you couldn’t ignore. 
The realization that there were parts of Lloyd that you were completely closed off from hit like a slap in the face. There were sides to him you’d never seen. He had a past that transcended the three years you’d shared. Of course that was normal, but the utter lack of awareness you had of Lloyd’s past wasn’t normal at all. If you knew who Josephine was, maybe these bookmarks wouldn’t make your heart slam against your rib cage. You’d know if she were a matronly ex-neighbor or an ex-girlfriend. That was something you ought to know, and the fact that you didn’t have a clue made your stomach churn. It seemed that beneath the veneer of trust you had in Lloyd there was an abyss of uncertainty. While your friendship had been built on healthy habits, it was painfully obvious that your romance lacked the same sturdiness. The dawning awareness that all it took was three flimsy bookmarks to fracture your relationship burned. 
You took a deep breath and tucked the floral bookmarks into the envelope and returned it to the same pocket. Then you began methodically returning all the items back to their original position, careful to order them exactly how you’d found them. 
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A strange chemical scent hung in the air. Lloyd wrinkled his nose and swallowed, grimacing at the bitter taste of rotten eggs. He stood with Zach at the chain link fence that sealed off Copper Ridge from the rest of the world, looking up at the double rows of twelve-foot high razor wire topped fencing. The sight reminded him of prison.
Decorating the fence were brightly colored posters signaling danger lay ahead. 
Zach coughed into his elbow. “This place smells like my grandmother’s garden, but way, way, worse.”
“What?” Lloyd asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Her garden plot had alkaline soil, so she treated it with Lime-Sulfur every spring.” Zach coughed again, then examined the warning posters. “Arsenic, sulfur, lead, benzene, radiation… What did they do? Nuke this place?” 
“That probably would’ve done less environmental damage.”
“Check those security cameras,” Zach said, tilting his chin at the gate post. 
“We can assume the killer isn’t just driving up to the main gate.”
“Given what they’re containing up here, those cameras probably aren’t new.”
“He must have a more discrete method of accessing the site,” Lloyd agreed.
“So, we’re hiking the perimeter?”
“It’s due diligence. The three bodies we have prove that we’re looking for an experienced hiker who isn’t afraid of moving his victims over rough terrain.” 
“The perimeter is thirteen miles and the sun’s about to go down.”
“Got an extra flashlight?” 
Zach smirked, and quipped, “one is none.” 
Their flashlight beams were necessary under the thick canopy of vegetation, even with the sun still shining overhead. The trees cast long shadows and stretched their fingers across the forest floor. Recently fallen leaves squished under their feet as they followed the fence line, still too wet to crunch. Crisp air whipped against his neck and Lloyd flipped up the collar of his jacket. 
“I hope Princess doesn’t intend on letting your genes into her bloodline. Not after this.”
“Shut up,” Lloyd muttered.
Zach snickered. “Touched a nerve, eh?”
“You’re getting exposed to this shit right along with me, asshole.” 
“Not really. I had a procedure in the 90s to ensure none of my swimmers were medal contenders.” 
“For the love of all that is holy, please shut up.” 
“Why didn’t you bother with a vasectomy? Nervous about someone poking around down there?” Zach asked.
“Getting clipped has never been on my agenda.” 
Zach stopped abruptly. “You want kids? Really?” 
“Fuck no! You of all people get why.”
“I do. Hence, the vasectomy I got at twenty.”
“I don’t want kids,” Lloyd stated.
“Your actions say otherwise,” Zach said. 
“No, they don’t. All my actions say is… Why are we having this conversation?”
“What about Princess?”
“What about her?”
“Does she want kids?” Zach asked.
“How should I know?!”
“You’re dating her.”
“This is what you want to talk about right now?” Lloyd demanded.
“Does she?”
“Come on, we’re in the middle of something. Now isn’t the time.”
“What are your intentions towards Princess in the long term?” 
“Zach, are you giving me the shovel talk?”
“Why would I bother digging a grave when I know this place exists? Answer the question. Where is this thing with Princess going? Are you serious about her?” 
“She’s important to me, of course I’m serious.”
The blond man’s eyes sharpened. “Serious is different than being serious about her. Are you going to move in together? Get married?” 
“Move in where? The townhouse? Her place? She was nearly strangled in my backyard and Aiden planted a camera at her apartment.” 
“Fine, sell both places, combine funds and get a house with a yard for the kids. I’m in Thursday night golf league with a couple realtors. You want me to hook you up?” 
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Nope,” Zach agreed cheerfully. “Look, the past three months are the happiest I’ve ever seen you. Princess, too. But I also know your track record with relationships so I need to know that you’ve got your head screwed on straight when it comes to her.” 
“I appreciate that,” Lloyd said. 
“Good. When are you going to talk to her about moving in together?”
“Have you always been this pushy?” 
“That’s not an answer.”
“I don’t know, damn it!” 
“You’ve been dating for three months. Figure it out,” Zach said. 
Lloyd sighed. “Three months isn’t very long.” 
“Sure, but the math is different for you two. You were friends first.” 
“She’s my best friend. I don’t want to see her hurt. Not by a stalker, or anything else.” 
“Look, Lloyd, Princess is a good friend to me, too. I don’t want to see her hurt either. She’s going to need a commitment from you soon and what I’m trying to ask is this: how close are you to giving her that?”
“You know my track record with relationships,” Lloyd deflected. 
“I also know your track record with Princess. You’ve never disappointed her before and I’d prefer not to see you screw that up.” 
“I care about her, Zach. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone, and I don’t want to lose her or hurt her.” 
“But you’re afraid you will.” 
“My issues with women are legendary.”  
Zach snorted. “Let’s not pretend they’re just with women. You’ve got issues with everything.” 
“I’m not the white picket fence happily ever after type of guy.” 
Silence descended, lingering in the air, as if Zach was waiting for Lloyd to continue. He gritted his teeth and held his peace, refusing to add fuel to the conversation. 
“Figure it out, man. Lay your cards on the table soon, because Princess deserves to be with someone who’s all in.” 
“I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but-”
“What? You’re waiting for the right time to make up a bullshit excuse and end things with her? Once we catch her stalker, and we will, you can’t just turn around and break her heart-”
“Shut up.”
Zach sneered. “Like hell I will. Don’t tell me-”
Lloyd grabbed the Texan by the collar and covered his mouth, silencing him. 
“Shut up and listen, damn it!” 
Zach froze, alertness sweeping over him in an instant. They waited, silent. From somewhere ahead of them in the woods came a rustling sound. 
“You heard that?” Lloyd murmured. 
“Yeah.” 
Lloyd reached into his jacket and pulled out a Glock 19 while Zach took a .38 pistol from his boot. The gun clicked as Zach chambered a bullet.
“Turn off your flashlight,” Zach whispered. 
From ahead there was a flurry of rustling accompanied by the sounds of breaking twigs and branches. 
“An animal wouldn’t make that much noise,” Lloyd muttered. 
“Whatever it is, we’re not alone out here.” 
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You struggled to focus on the computer screen. It was 10:30 and your eyes stung from too much screen time. Blinking against the dryness, you watched the rapidly moving footage flashing on the monitor. You’d shut off the lights in the office and re-played Nguyen’s interview at 4 times the normal speed. The rapid fire images helped to exaggerate changes in body language, which was what you’d decided to focus on. 
After attempting Lloyd’s technique of listening to the interview without visuals, you’d come to your senses and realized that while Lloyd could listen more accurately than anyone you’d ever met, you needed visuals, especially body language. Therefore, you turned off the audio and sped up the footage, watching Nguyen speak, noting his facial expressions and movements. 
Your eyes watered in protest at the excessive amount of blue light they were enduring and you squeezed them shut.
When they opened again, the laptop screen wasn’t as bright. You tapped the trackpad and the screen brightened. The laptop was plugged into the wall socket next to the desk. You leaned down and double checked the connection, then looked at the icon menu on the bottom right corner of the screen. The battery was at fifty percent and the plugged-in symbol was conspicuously absent. Your eyes darted to the digital clock on the wall and found its dial frozen, displaying the time as 12:00 AM.
Your stomach dropped. 
No electricity. Shit. How long? You had no illusions that the source of the electrical disruption was anything other than man-made. There was no heat wave, thunderstorm, or high winds. You moved to the window and peaked through the blinds to see that the lights were still functioning in the shopping mall. Zach’s suite appeared to be the only one without electricity. 
You grabbed for your phone, only to find that the spot where it had been was bare. Goosebumps broke out on your skin. The room was eerily silent. Your heart raced as you scanned the deep shadows and debated whether to run or scream.
“Sorry to drop by after visiting hours.”
The voice from the darkness was calm, almost conversational, but laced with an undercurrent of humor that was more terrifying than malice. You lurched back, eyes focused on the barely discernible silhouette of a man standing in the corner of the room. 
“Who are you?” you gasped, the catch in your breath turning your voice into a whisper.
The figure moved and you lept backwards, then screamed when your back slammed into the solid barrier of the wall. A man stepped out of the shadows, into the pool of light from the east window. He had sandy blond hair and cerulean eyes. Something about him triggered a wave of recognition, but you struggled to place him in your memory. 
“Hello, Princess.”
Your muscles bunched and your nostrils flared at his casual use of your nickname. The man raised his hands in surrender. Despite his overture of peace, you didn’t relax. 
“My name is Court Gentry. We met briefly in Singapore.” 
“When and where?” you challenged.
“The casino bar. It was your birthday.” 
The memory came flooding back. “What are you doing here?”
“I needed to talk to you. Alone.”
Hair rose on the back of your neck, but you defiantly tilted your chin. 
“I know Lloyd,” Court said, taking your lack of response for confusion.
“Yeah, I’m aware. Why are you here?”
“Because Lloyd refused to help me.”
“Sorry?” 
“I need someone to help me get into Bishop & Howard,” Court said.
“By ‘get in,’ I’m going to assume you actually mean ‘break in.’”
Court’s lips twitched into a split second smile that faded into seriousness.
“There’s a spy in the firm,” he said. 
“And you know this, how?”
“I keep tabs on Lloyd. I assume you’re aware of why?” 
“Mmmhmm.”
“A few months ago I was on a job and… came into possession of a laptop. There was a reference to Bishop & Howard on the contents of that device, so I followed up. One thing led to another and the next thing I knew, I’d uncovered a plot to steal top secret information from the U.S. military.” 
“You thought Lloyd was behind it, didn’t you?”
Court inclined his head, conceding the point. “It wouldn’t be the first time he betrayed his country, Princess.” 
Your eyes narrowed. “That’s why you were in Singapore.” 
“Yes. Events in D.C. from the law firm proved Lloyd innocent, so I approached him and asked for help. His answer was a very vehement ‘no.’” 
“He doesn’t do that sort of thing anymore.” 
Court nodded. “But that puts me in a bind, because the spy is making his final transmission tonight and I need someone to help me get past security. That’s all I’m asking, Princess. If you can get me to the sixth floor of the firm-”
“Bishop is the spy?!”
“No. He’s not behind this. I already cleared him as a suspect.”
“Executives and administration are the only departments on the sixth floor. What kind of government secrets would they keep up there?”
“There’s another department on the sixth floor,” Court said. “Patents.” 
“Right. I knew that, but there’s only like five people in the patent department. They keep to themselves and everyone else kind of forgets they exist.”
“Will you help me?” Court asked.
“What, exactly, am I helping you with? You never told me what these secrets I’m supposed to be protecting were.” 
The blond man studied you, weighing his words, before he spoke. 
“It’s a Department of Defense project called Project Prometheus. Whenever the government enlists private groups to develop top secret technology, they allow them to file patents on their inventions with a private firm. Only once the technology is de-classified do the patents become public record.” 
“What’s Project Prometheus?” 
Court sighed. “If I tell you, will you help me?” 
“Maybe.” 
“Project Prometheus is next generation jet fuel. It’s designed to power the upcoming F-37 Valkyrie fighter planes. The spy at B&H already sent information on the chemical structure of the fuel and how to synthesize it. All that’s left for him to transmit is the engineering specs of the jet’s fuel system.”
“I hate to break it to you, but I think the cat’s already out of the bag if they have all that.” 
“It’d be more accurate to say that they have the cat, but no bag. Without the right bag to put the cat in… ka-boom,” Court said, illustrating an explosion with his hands. 
“Why are you reaching out to me now?”
“Because the spy contacted his handler today to let him know that he’d be sending the rest of the documents at midnight tonight.” 
“All I would have to do is get you past security?”
“You have access to the sixth floor,” Court said.
“What about the security around the patent department? I’ve seen their door. It looks like Fort Knox.”
“Doors, plural. I have a plan for that. All we need to do is get in, set up some equipment and hole up in your office while we wait for the spy to show.”
“Are you going to turn him in or capture him?”
“My goal tonight is only to block his transmission and learn his identity. Once I have that, I’ll go to the FBI. Confronting him on my own would be counterproductive. If the authorities can get him to flip on the Chinese, that would be the best outcome.” 
Lloyd would kill you for even considering this, but at the same time, you felt compelled to help Court. He’d go after the spy with or without you and his chances of success were a lot higher if you went along.
“Okay. I’ll help you.” 
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Can I request a song drabble of Ariana Grande’s The Way with Yoongi? Thank you!
the way | myg
✰ pairing: brother’s best friend!yoongi x f!reader ✰ warnings: a little angsty, almost smutty; namjoon is reader’s brother and kind of an awful roommate; references to alcohol, selling dr*gs, and running away from home; they’re watching 20th century girl (yes this is a warning, iykyk) ✰ word count: 1.2k ✰ note: i have heard this song so many times (was a hardcore ari stan when she first debuted, used to have all of her songs autoplay on my tumblr back in the day when i wasn’t too lazy to code html LOLLL) but never really listened to the lyrics… so this was fun~
“Y/N’s coming. That cool?”
Yoongi’s hand tightens around the ice-cold Hite—cheap-ass swill, all he can afford lately with his shit pay—before he comes to his senses. Does his best to sound nonchalant as he mutters, “Sure, why wouldn’t it be?”
Namjoon toes his shoes off by the door and kicks them—toward the forlorn pile Yoongi’s been after him to sort out for months. “Running away from home again, I guess.”
“Yeah.”
Yoongi cracks the can open and flops back onto their couch. Runs a tired, chilly hand over the cracks in the leather, the yellow foam peeking out of the crevices. Watches as Namjoon slams the bathroom door shut behind him—not on purpose, Yoongi has to remind himself with a deep inhale, he just doesn’t know his own strength—and waits until he hears the creak of the faucet, lukewarm water hitting porcelain.
All of this is merely penance, he thinks sometimes, for all the sins he’s committed in this life. The list, indeed, is long: Running away from home without looking back the second he turned eighteen, and never speaking to his parents again. Choosing to join forces with a buja runaway like Namjoon and getting a crappy apartment together. Pursuing a music career even though he had a sinking feeling it would go nowhere—and selling weed on the side when he needed money. Hiding said side hustle from Namjoon.
Hiding other things from Namjoon.
He waits until Namjoon starts singing—badly, to some god-awful nineties R&B track—before daring to pull his phone out of his pocket.
Me [9:33 PM]: Coming thru again?
Y/N [9:35 PM]: Coming OVER* to see my dear brother Namjoon 😇 and no one else
Me [9:35 PM]: Ouch
Y/N [9:36 PM]: Put a movie on. he’ll get bored and fuck off to his room faster that way
Me [9:37 PM]: Which one?
Y/N [9:40 PM]: Idc. just not decision to leave, he loves that one too much. omw 
Yoongi smirks, flicks through Netflix, settles on 20th Century Girl. He hasn’t gotten five minutes in before Namjoon’s out again—slamming the door again—and crossing the living room in nothing but a towel slung around his hips, making for the front door.
“Gross,” Yoongi hears your voice say, distantly. “Put a shirt on, oppa.”
A deep, world-weary sigh. “Disrespectful. To your one and only big brother who’s providing shelter in your proverbial storm, too. I should just kick you right back onto the street right now.”
Footsteps, light and heavy, socks and bare feet padding against tile. Yoongi gulps half his beer in one go.
“Hi, Yoongi,” you say lightly. Casually. 
Impressive, he thinks as you park yourself next to him on the shitty couch. He swallows when he sees what you’re wearing—an oversized t-shirt that still does a piss-poor job at hiding the delicate curves of your body, at covering the barely-visible hemline of your shorts. You pull your knees up to your chest, exposing even more of your thighs, and he nearly chokes on his beer.
Oh, he’s fucked.
“So,” Namjoon says, flopping onto the couch on the other side of you—dressed now, towel around his neck. “What is it this time?”
“Got into another fight with umma,” you mumble, eyes focused on the screen. Yoongi’s heart sinks a little at the pure defeat in your voice. “Yah, things have been so fucked at home since you left. Can’t believe you left me to fend for myself. Might as well have thrown me to the wolves.”
Namjoon sighs again. “You know how bad it was for me in there.”
“Yeah. I know.” You toss your hair back over your shoulder. The scent floats toward Yoongi—jasmine and rose and something else, something sweet he can’t quite put a finger on. “Thanks for letting me stay. Again.”
“No big deal.” Namjoon turns his attention to the TV. Squints. “Bro, are you watching a rom com?”
Yoongi shrugs. “It’s whatever. It was the only thing that I haven’t seen.”
“You got another beer?” you interject.
Yoongi says, “Yeah, want one?” at the same time Namjoon snaps, “You can have beer when you pay for it.”
“Aw, but Namjoonie oppa,” you whine, all big eyes and exaggerated pout, and Yoongi can’t help but snort.
“Ugh. Gross.” He gets up and vanishes into the kitchen. “Fine. But only to get that weird look off your face.”
“Those aren’t even your beers,” Yoongi says pointedly as Namjoon returns, holding out a condensation-fogged can.
“I’ll get the next pack.”
“You said that last week.”
“Well, this has been fun,” Namjoon declares, clapping his hands together, “but I think I'll be turning in for the night. You know where the extra sheets are, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you mutter, cracking your can open. “Thanks, bro.”
“Don’t bug Yoongi too much.”
The second Namjoon closes the door behind him, you’re moving closer. Setting your beer on the busted coffee table, curling toward Yoongi in a way that instantly has him on high alert—has his heart pummeling against his ribs.
“That was faster than I expected,” you whisper.
“Careful, princess,” he murmurs lightly, staring straight ahead at the movie he has no interest in watching. “What if you get caught by Namjoonie oppa?”
“Then I’ll really have nowhere to go, I suppose.” You inch forward. Lean closer. Pushing it. Testing the limits. Testing him.
Yoongi stiffens. On the screen, some kid goes for a lay-up—and misses. “Watch it.”
“What if I don’t care who sees?” You come even closer. Suddenly, Yoongi places it, that scent: citrus. Tangerine, maybe? It curls in his nostrils. Lowers his defenses. “What if I don’t want to hide it anymore?”
He runs his tongue over his lips. Fights to keep the sounds in his throat when you rest a hand on his thigh, skate it up—and up, and higher, still. “Then Namjoon won’t let you stay here anymore,” he breathes.
“Don’t you worry,” you whisper. You pull your hand away from the band of his shorts, and he nearly groans out loud in frustration before he realizes that you’re just turning the volume up on the TV—obnoxiously loud, almost enough to drown out the way his heart jumps in his ears. “I know you got me.”
Oh, he’s so fucked. 
It’s sinful, he thinks as you pull yourself into his lap. The way you manipulate, the way you deceive so casually. The way you act like a princess in front of your family, in front of Namjoon—too good, nothing but a damsel in distress, untouchable—and transform into a freak like this, just for him.
The cool press of your night-chilled fingers against the back of his neck, woven in his hair. The skillful maneuver of your tongue into his mouth. The loud-ass movie fading into nothing but background noise, his focus shifting entirely to the way you fucking make him feel. Intoxicating, buzzing electricity, head-to-toe. All of it, irreverent. All of it, vice.
You’re an adventure, a collection of twists and turns and unexpected hidden levels in one (incredibly addicting) body—and he wants to explore. Bad.
Bad enough to risk whatever will happen when Namjoon finds out.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you murmur, moving your mouth down toward the cut of his jaw. “I’m never leaving.”
And, well. He did always seem to fall victim to sin.
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The Estate | Lady Dimitrescu x Fem!oc Chapter 5
Summary: You have a relaxing weekend with your daughter before your first full week of work begins - and it begins with a surprise visitor and a spontaneous conversation with your new boss.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI
Tags: fluff, angst if you squint, plot development
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Notes: Chapter 5! In reference to the gif: if you know. You know. BECSPK gang 4 lyfeee💕 (Although my go-to is egg whites and bacon on a seedless🤤)
I want to SO apologize for not updating this fic in MONTHS! For those of you who haven't seen my Alcina's New Maid update (or my Tumblr post update) the reason for my lack of writing has been because I'm pregnant! I'm officially 20 weeks (halfway! WOO!) and have been trying to get myself back into a regular writing schedule. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the update!
Ik slow burns can be boring and I'm trying my hardest to keep it entertaining while also not rushing too much!! I have a LOT planned for this fic and I'm excited to get into the meat and potatoes of it!
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Saturday mornings are your favorite. They're usually relatively quiet, not a lot goes on and you get to spend some lazy quality time with Emma. Just as you're clipping her into her booster seat your phone dings with a text message.
Open the door, bitch
Rolling your eyes, you walk to the door and open it to find your sister, Sam, standing in front of you with a brown paper bag in her hands.
"Finally!" She says as she walks into the apartment.
"How long were you standing out there for? Thirty seconds?"
"Thirty seconds too long!" She says over her shoulder as she drops the bag onto the table and leans down to kiss Emma. "Hello my sweet little angel, how are you this morning?"
"Auntie! I'm hungry!"
"You didn't eat yet, did you?" She asks you as she opens the paper bag.
The smell of bacon immediately fills the kitchen and it makes your mouth water. The signature scent of an egg sandwich causes your stomach to growl in response.
"No, I was just about to make Emma something. Fuck that smells so good." You say under your breath. "Where are the kids?"
"Good, I got you a sandwich. And Tyler has them today. It's his weekend." Sam says.
"Ah, gotcha."
Sam hands you a sandwich from the bag and you eagerly take it from her.
"I don't think I've ever loved you more in my life."
"Ha ha" Sam sarcastically laughs. "Yeah I'm sure."
After whipping up Emma eggs of her own you sit at the table with Sam and dig into your sandwich.
"God I haven't had one of these in a minute."
"Consider this a 'congratulations on getting a job' gift." She says and you laugh in response. "How was it?"
"It was good, I keep saying this but it's really great to be back working and doing my thing. I missed it."
"Well I'm glad you're enjoying it so far. How are the people?"
"They're good, my boss is really nice, her kids for the most part are nice too. The CFO is kind of an ass, at least that's how he comes off."
"That sounds about right. Your boss' kids work there?"
"Yeah." You tell her about Bela, Cassandra and Daniela and she chuckles at Cassandra's attitude towards you.
"She sounds like a ray of sunshine." Sam says.
"You have no idea."
"Mommy! I want out!" Emma says.
"Okay baby, let's get you out."
You take Emma out of her booster seat and set her on the ground.
"Can I go play?"
"Yes baby, go ahead."
"YAY!" Emma screams as she runs into her room. You chuckle and shake your head at her.
"Well I'm glad you're liking it so far and that your boss is pretty cool. Have you told her about...?"
"No, not yet. It's too soon."
"She hasn't questioned why you've been out of work for two years?"
"Oh no, she has. But I danced around it. I'm not ready to talk about it in the office yet. It's nice not having people look at me the way they do once they find out, you know?"
"Not really, but I can understand. Is she at least understanding that you're a single mom?"
"Well, she just found that out yesterday, on accident really. Bela asked if Em was a mommy or daddy's girl."
"Ouch."
"Yeah. But I think I played it off well enough. And Bela definitely felt bad for asking because she blurted out that Alcina is a single mother too."
"Oh shit, really?"
"Yeah. Alcina shot her a look. A 'don't tell people about our personal lives' kind of look. Then before I left for the day she thanked me for being so kind to her daughters, especially the youngest one. It was really sweet."
"From what you've said she doesn't seem like the type to get sentimental with her employees like that."
"She isn't. I honestly don't know if she's ever showed anyone else in the office that side of her before. Everything is always strictly business with her, at least from what I've seen so far. But it was nice seeing that softer side of her."
"What does she look like?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm nosey and want to know!"
"I don't know, she's tall, like six feet tall and she wears heels."
"Holy shit she must be a giant."
"She is. She has short curly hair, really pretty blue-grey eyes. I've never seen eyes like hers before, they're beautiful. And she has the best figure I've ever seen, it's almost fake but you know it isn't."
"How so?"
"She has like, massive tits." You say as you imitate the size of her breasts with your hands. "And a small waist, but not like, too small? Nothing about this woman is small honestly. She has a like, perfect hour glass figure. But you can tell it's all natural. And she dresses like she walked out of the 1950s."
"Sounds like you've looked her over on more than one occasion." Sam says as she smirks at you.
"You would too if you saw her! Practically everyone does. She gives off this crazy alpha energy."
"You're single, right?"
"Oh god Sam stop. She's my boss!" You say as your cheeks turn pink.
"That hasn't stopped people before!"
"You're ridiculous. No."
"You're turning red!"
"I've been there three days! I can't have a crush on my boss! Plus, just because she's a single parent doesn't mean she isn't seeing anyone. And I doubt she's into women and she's. My. Boss."
"Whatever you say." Sam says with a smirk as she cleans up the table.
"You are a pain in my ass."
"Yet you love me anyway. So how's sassy pants downstairs?"
"Margie? She's fine, same as usual. She finally gave up driving, thank god."
"Oh fucking finally. Deb's been trying to convince her mother to stop driving for years. What made her finally give in?"
"Well, a few months ago she ran into the garage door."
"Oh Jesus."
"So she bargained. She said she would stop driving if she could start smoking again."
Sam laughs out loud and shakes her head. "She is stubborn as fuck."
"The most stubborn woman I know."
Sam hangs out with you and Emma for a few more hours before heading out. Around one in the afternoon you put Emma down for a nap and you decide to jump in the shower. After your shower you get dressed and clean the house a little. Emma only naps for an hour and a half before you go in and wake her up.
The weather is finally warming up so you decide it's the perfect day to head to the park nearby. Emma squeals with excitement when you pull up and you can barely keep up with her as she runs to the slide. There's a few other kids at the park with their parents watching close by. You keep an eye on Emma as she goes up and down the slide a few times before growing bored of it and moving to play on the jungle gym.
Kids and their parents come and go as you sit on the bench watching your daughter. Dinner time is slowly arriving so you tell Emma she can go on the slide three more times before it's time to go home. After the third time she puts up a little bit of a fight but the moment you suggest going and getting dinner from her favorite place, she's more than eager to leave.
After pulling into the parking lot you and Emma enter the 1950's-style diner. The hostess seats the two of you and when your waitress comes you place your order. Not long after the food comes out and you start on your sandwich as Emma munches on her chicken fingers. Emma squeals with excitement when you tell her that she's allowed to get an ice cream and she happily orders a vanilla sundae, you of course also order one for yourself.
As usual, Emma is wearing her ice cream by the time she's finished with it but truthfully, you couldn't care less. After getting the check and paying at the register you and Emma head home.
Once Emma is bathed and dressed in her pajamas, the two of you pick out a book, as you do every night, and you read her the story as she falls asleep.
The rest of the weekend flies by and before you know it, Monday is back again. After dropping Emma off at your in-laws house you make your way to the estate.
Walking inside you see Cassandra and one of the other bartenders prepping the bar for the day. You wave at them, Cassandra as per usual ignores you but the other bartender, Dave, waves at you with a smile and a pleasant "good morning!"
Rounding the corner towards the offices you spot Chris and Alcina talking in the hallway. Alcina is leaning up against the wall inspecting her fresh manicure, looking like she couldn't be more uninterested in whatever Chris was talking about if she tried.
When the sound of your shoes against the floor reaches her ears her eyes flick up towards you. A bright smile stretches across her lips and she pushes herself off of the wall and steps towards you.
Chris stops speaking mid-sentence and gives Alcina a look. She returns the look and says to him "I already told you you can go ahead with the project, I don't need you to continue to bore me with details that are irrelevant." before turning away.
"Good morning." You say.
"Good morning Kathleen. How was your weekend?"
"It was good, quiet but relaxing. How was yours?"
"Excellent. My weekend was busy, as usual, but pleasant."
Just as you go to speak you're interrupted by the sound of a door being slammed open in the tasting room. A second later a voice rings through the tasting room and down the hall.
"DELIVERY FOR HER HIGHNESS!"
Alcina's head snaps in the direction of the room, her eyes narrow and you hear a low growl rumble in her chest.
"If you'll excuse me." She says through gritted teeth. You notice a vein in her neck begin to pulse and she storms towards the noise.
"Oh this will be good." Chris says with a little excitement in his voice.
"What? What was that?"
"You're gonna want to see this." He says with a smile as he walks in the direction Alcina took off in. You drop your bag at your desk and head towards the direction Chris and Alcina went off to.
Alcina opens the doors to the tasting room and her vision turns red. Waltzing into the room is her brother, Karl, making his way towards the bar.
"Cassie, hook your uncle up will ya?" He says, taking a seat.
"Heisenberg." Alcina hisses.
"Ah, there she is!" He says as he puts his feet up on the bar.
Alcina smacks his feet off and glares down at him.
"Do you not have any manners?" She says as her eyes flash with rage.
"What? I'd think you'd be more appreciative that I worked so hard to finish whatever the hell it was you asked me to make."
You walk into the tasting room behind Chris and watch as Alcina stands next to a slightly disheveled man. He's wearing a stained t-shirt with baggy pants and boots. A hat, sunglasses, and a trench coat.
He goes to grab the drink that was set in front of him, ignoring the fact that Alcina is practically shaking with anger. He takes a long sip of the beer he was given and pulls out a cigar, sticking it between his chapped lips. As he goes to grab a lighter from his pocket, Alcina snatches the cigar from his mouth and breaks it in half, dumping it onto the counter in front of him.
"The fuck was that for?!"
"You cannot smoke in here!"
"You're such a fucking buzzkill." He mutters, rolling his eyes and taking another drink from the bottle. "Cassie I don't know how the fuck you put up with this shit every goddamn day."
Cassandra snickers and Alcina shoots daggers at her. Rolling her eyes at her mother, Cassandra turns around and continues putting away the glasses.
Karl finishes off his beer and lets out an obnoxiously loud burp. Alcina scrunches her face in disgust and wafts the air between them away from her.
"You are a truly vile human being." She says.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry I don't meet your standards, princess." He replies. "Hey Cass, get me another round will ya?" He says, slapping his hand down on the bar.
"Absolutely not." Alcina says. "I will not have you come in here, make a scene, drink all of our imported beers and pay not as much as a dime for them. Up! Go," she says, shooing him away from the bar. "get the table and get the hell out of my establishment!"
"Someone's in a great fuckin' mood this morning. What happened, woke up on the wrong side of your coffin?"
"Karl you are testing the very little patience I have left." She says through her teeth.
"Hah! You? Having patience? I didn't know you were a comedian."
Alcina squeezes her eyes shut and rubs at her temples as Karl gets up and starts to head towards the door. As he turns around he sees you and Chris standing near the door leading to the offices.
"Ho shit! If it ain't the fancy CFO himself!" Karl belts across the tasting room before meeting Chris halfway. "Howya doin' ya son of a bitch?" He says, shaking his hand.
"Karl my man!" Chris says. "I've been good, keepin' busy. How about yourself?"
"Hope slenderwoman hasn't been too rough on ya!" He says before laughing too loud, earning another eye roll from Alcina. "And not bad, not bad. Your boss here commissioned some kind of table from me so I'm just droppin' it off. Nice excuse to ruffle a few feathers too if you know what I mean." He says, nudging Chris in the ribs and laughing. "And who is this little lady here?" He says, looking over at you.
Not a second later you hear Alcina's heels stomping in your direction, looking up you see her eyes narrowed at the back of his head.
"I'm Katie, the new marketing and social media strategist."
"Karl Heisenberg," he says, taking your hand in his. "the pleasure is all mine." He gives you a small bow before kissing the back of your hand and letting it go.
The action took you by surprise a bit and you swore you saw steam come out of Alcina's ears as she walks up behind him. Karl lets your hand go and Alcina grabs him by the back of his jacket and begins to pull him away.
"Will you keep your filthy hands off of my staff? God only knows when the last time you washed them!" She hisses before whipping him around and pushing him towards the door. "Go!"
"What?! Is this how you treat family here?! What kind of establishment is this?!"
"One I will have you removed from if you don't get that table this instant!"
"Alright, alright! Don't get your panties in a twist. I'm going, I'm going!"
Alcina lets out a huff and brings her fingers to pinch the bridge of her nose. After gathering herself she turns back towards you and Chris and makes her way over.
"I do apologize for my little brother, he is quite feral."
"Ah come on Alci, he isn't so bad!" Chris says and Alcina shoots him a glare.
"I told you, do not call me that. And that man is insufferable at best." She turns towards you. "I do apologize for his behavior."
"Don't worry about it, really, it's okay." You say with a smile.
The doors open once more and you can hear Karl barking orders to the guys lugging the table in. Alcina physically cringes as they bang into the doorframe while trying to get it inside.
"Ay! Watch it! That table is worth more than what you get paid in a month!" Karl yells.
"If you will excuse me." Alcina says before making her way over to the men and directs them where to go.
Both you and Chris take that as your cue to leave so the two of you head back to your offices.
"Told ya you'd wanna see that." He says with a satisfied smirk.
"See what? Ms. Dimitrescu and her brother?"
"Yeah! I've never seen anyone else be able to get her riled up so easily. Just his presence is enough to make the woman lose her shit."
"I guess." You say
It aggravated you a little seeing Chris find so much enjoyment from watching Alcina get frustrated and riled up. If anything, you felt bad for the woman. Luckily you and your sister got along great but it would probably piss you off too if you had a sibling that was to blatantly rude and dismissive in your place of work. If anything it's probably as embarrassing as it is annoying.
The rest of the walk back to your office was quiet, much to your surprise Chris seemed to get the hint that you weren't in the mood to revel in Alcina's misery and didn't say anything else. When you sat down at your desk you finally able to get started on today's work.
A few minutes later you hear heels on the tiled floor and see Alcina walk past your office. She looked less than thrilled for the couple of seconds you were able to see her. The door to her office opens and a minute later you hear it close and she walks past you again. Thinking nothing of it, you dive back into answering emails.
Once your inbox was taken care of you go to check your to-do list to see what you needed to prioritize for the day. Digging through your bag you realize you must have left your notebook in the car so you grab your keys and head out the side door towards the parking lot.
As you open the door the smell of fresh air quickly changes into the smell of cigarette smoke. Looking over, you see Alcina leaning up against the brick wall with a cigarette perched between two fingers.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were out here." You say as you close the door behind you.
"No need to apologize. Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I just left my notebook in my car." You reply.
Alcina brings the cigarette to her perfectly painted red lips and takes a long drag before pulling it away. She turns her head away from you and exhales the smoke. Usually you found smoking to be unattractive but somehow every single thing this woman does is attractive as hell. You'd put money on the fact that she could shovel a pile of shit and still look good while doing it.
You make your way to your car and find your notebook on the floor of the passenger side. Walking back over to Alcina you notice her eyes are still on you.
"I didn't know you smoked." You say as you walk up to her and immediately wish you kept your mouth shut. Why would you say that? What a stupid thing to say.
Alcina chuckles as she takes another drag before exhaling again.
"Yes, it's truly a disgusting habit I've yet to break. I had been doing well, however, my brother certainly knows how to get under my skin."
"I get that, siblings definitely know how to rile each other up."
"He is a man-child. A petulant fool." She grumbles.
As you chuckle a van drives by and slows down. In the drivers seat you see Karl. He blares on his horn a few times as he drives by, causing both you and Alcina to jump. Your hands fly up to your ears and Alcina visibly winces at the noise.
"Nenorocitul acela." Alcina grumbles under her breath as she sticks her pinky in her ear. (That fucking moron).
She takes another drag from her cigarette and looks over at you.
"You said your daughter is starting daycare this week?"
Her question took you by surprise for a second, you definitely weren't expecting Alcina to remember that from the conversation you had last week.
"Yes! She starts tomorrow." You say with a smile that doesn't reach your eyes. Truthfully, you were excited that Emma was going to spend time with other children her age and be able to socialize more, but the thought of sending her to daycare also gave you a lot of anxiety.
Alcina notices your apprehension even though you hide it well in your voice. It brought her back to when the girls were little and she sent them off to daycare for the first time. Granted, it was more of a private school than daycare, but leaving the girls behind and going to work was still anxiety-inducing for her.
"Nervous?" She asks before taking another drag of her cigarette.
Knowing Alcina was asking about you, you decide to divert your answer.
"Oh Emma is really excited. She wasn't sure at first but as soon as she saw all of the toys they had she was thrilled. She was very upset that she wasn't able to stay the day we did the tour."
"I was asking about you." She said with a smile.
"Oh."
"I remember when I dropped the girls off at daycare for the first time. I think I cried more than they did." She says with a chuckle. You notice a faraway look in her eye as she thinks back on the memory.
Alcina walked down the large, ornate hallway with Cassandra's tiny had in hers. In Cassandra's other hand, Bela clung tightly to her. When they arrived to the classroom the girls' daycare teacher greeted them at the door.
"Good morning! You two must be Cassandra and Bela." She says with a warm smile.
Bela and Cassandra clung to each other tighter, staring between Alcina and their new teacher. Alcina bends down and runs her fingers through Cassandra's dark hair.
"Girls, do you remember your teacher? Ms. Jackson?"
Bela's blue eyes scan the room as she holds onto her sister.
"Eu vreau sa merg acasa." She says quietly as tears begin to fill her eyes. (I want to go home).
"It will only be for a little while, draga. I'll be back before you know it." Alcina says, turning both girls to face her. She wipes the tears from Bela's cheeks and shushes her. "Nu plânge, e în regulă draga mea." (Don't cry, it's alright my darling).
"Vreau să merg acasă, te rog." Bela says as her voice trembles. (I want to go home, please).
"How about you give it a try? I have to go to work, but then we will go back home and we can play with your toys." Alcina says.
"No!" Bela yells, taking Alcina by surprise. "Vreau să merg acasă la mami! O vreau pe mama mea!" She cries. (I want to go home to mommy! I want my mommy!).
Alcina can feel her heart breaking in her chest. Cassandra's eyes begin to fill with tears as she watches her big sister cry. Even though she's only a year younger than Bela, she still understands that so much has changed and that they're no longer with their mother.
"O vreau pe mama mea." Cassandra whimpers before she starts to cry as well. (I want my mommy).
Wrapping her arms around the two little girls, Alcina pulls them into her and they grab onto her shirt and jacket as they cry.
"Shh, shh. Nu plânge fetele mele dragi, nu plânge. Va fi bine, doar respira, totul va fi bine." She says softly as she rubs circles across their backs as she tries to soothe them. (Don't cry my sweet girls, don't cry. It's going to be alright, just breathe, everything is going to be alright).
Their small cries chip away at Alcina's already fragile heart. She squeezes her eyes shut, refusing to shed a tear, refusing to let the girls - or anyone else for that matter - see her cry.
After taking a few deep breaths, Alcina begins to quietly hum the girls' favorite lullaby. She may still be brand new to parenting, but the one thing she figured out that works was singing to the girls in their native language. It was one of the few things that have been able to calm them when they were upset or scared. Alcina's mother would sing it to her and her sister when they were young. One night when she was at her wits end, she began singing it for Bela and Cassandra and they immediately began to calm down. It's been her go-to ever since.
The girls finally stop crying and Alcina pulls away enough to look at the two of them. As heartbreaking as it was, she couldn't help but think of how cute they looked. Bela's blue eyes and Cassandra's hazel eyes always looked brighter after they cried. Even their flushed cheeks and runny noses made them look cute. Alcina cupped each of their faces and wiped away their tears before placing a kiss in the center of each of their foreheads.
The girls looked up at her and it was almost pitiful. So much of her wanted to just take them home but she had to go to work and she had to let them go. Taking both of their small hands into each of hers, she looked both girls in the eye.
"I know it's frightening, I know you girls are scared, but I am coming back. I promise, I will be back and we will all go home together, okay?" The both nodded at her as tears began to fill their eyes once more. "No more tears my darlings, alright? No more tears." She says as she wipes away the stray tears from their cheeks. "I need both of you to be brave? Okay? Bela, I need you to look after your sister, to be protect her, alright?" Bela looks at Cassandra and back at Alcina and nods. "Cassandra, I need you to look after your sister, to be brave for her, can you do that for me?" Cassandra wipes her nose and nods at Alcina.
She strokes their hair before pulling the girls back in for a tight hug.
"Vă iubesc, vă iubesc atât de mult fetelor. Mă întorc, promit dragilor mei. Mă voi întoarce după tine. Nu te voi lăsa." Alcina whispers to them before giving them one last squeeze and letting go. (I love you, I love you girls so much. I'm coming back, I promise my darlings. I'll come back for you. I will never leave you).
Alcina stands up and straightens out her shirt and jacket. She takes the girls hands in each of hers and guides them to their teacher. Ms. Jackson smiles down at the girls and points out all of the toys scattered around the room. Cassandra eyes a baby doll and another little girl picks it up. The girl sees Cassandra and walks over to her.
"Play?" The little girl asks.
Cassandra looks up at Alcina and Alcina smiles down at her.
"Go ahead darling, go play."
Cassandra hesitantly releases Alcina's hand and looks at Bela, reaching out towards her. Bela's grip on Alcina tightens and Alcina strokes her hair.
"It's alright love, go play with them."
Bela looks up at Alcina who nods. After contemplating for a moment, Bela takes Cassandra's hand and the three little girls make their way over to the rug and begin playing with the toys.
Alcina takes the opportunity while they are distracted to thank the teacher and leave before they see her again. With her heart still breaking in her chest, Alcina makes it to her car and starts the engine.
Before she can pull away, the floodgates open. She grips the steering wheel and rests her forehead against her hands as she cries. Different emotions bubble up, but the strongest one is anger.
She's angry that the girls were put through so much at such a young age. She's angry at how unfair the last few months have been for them. Angry at the situation she herself was put in.
Alcina slams her fist against the steering wheel before pulling herself together. She takes her makeup bag from her purse and fixes her makeup before taking one last deep breath and driving away.
You can see memories flash across Alcina's eyes, memories you know nothing about. But you can see the emotions in her eyes, worry, sadness, and anger. Alcina snaps out of it and takes another drag of her cigarette and exhales.
"It's certainly not easy," she says. "the first few times are the most difficult, but eventually they were so excited the girls didn't even say goodbye when they ran through the doors." She says with a laugh.
"I'm sure we'll get there, but like you said, the first few times are gonna be rough."
"I have no doubts that the two of you will do great." She says with a smile.
With one last drag of her cigarette, Alcina puts the butt into the cigarette receptacle.
"Shall we?" She asks, nodding towards the door.
"Oh! Yeah." You say sheepishly.
Alcina opens the door and holds it for you. "After you."
"Thank you." You say with a smile before the two of you head back in.
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justmeinadaze · 10 months
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Take It Out On Me Part 11 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)
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A/N: It's about to go down. Ya'll ready?!
Enjoy <3
Warnings: Dom Steddie & Plus Size Sub Y/N and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Smut and ALL the angst. These three confront the parents and as you can imagine it doesn't go well. Steve's dad is a douchebag and Y/N is referred to as a whore a few times. Eddie gets hit *cries*. He in turn gets a little rough with the reader but Steve intervenes. A bit of a cliffhanger ending... I mean I guess lol I think that's everything!
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A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you slowly open your front door and enter your house, Eddie and Steve following close behind. 
Both your parents are standing in the living room and to your surprise so are Steve’s. His dad visibly looks a mess, his hair and suit completely disheveled.
“Oh, Steven!”, his mother exclaims as she runs to give him a hug.
“You can leave.” Your dad gestures towards Eddie.
“I could but I’m not. Do I need to call my uncle so we have everyone who needs to be here present?”
“It’s not like you can call his dad.”, Mr. Harrington sasses under his breath as you angrily glare at him. 
“Mr. Munson, you don’t need to be here. I asked for my daughter to come home with Mr. Harrington here—”
“Yeah well, my understanding is you have a problem with me to so…”, Eddie shrugs. Your dad turns to your mom and whispers something to her before she rises to head for the kitchen to use the phone. “He works at the mill up there. He should be in by now.”
You three sit on the couch as you try to keep your emotions in check. The way everyone is staring at you guys terrifies you but you were also extremely angry, knowing how this conversation was going to play out. No matter what they said, you loved Eddie and Steve. You weren’t leaving them. 
“Wayne said he would be here in 15 minutes.”, your mother notified the room. 
“Good. He can take his nephew when he gets here. Now while we wait, Steven, I’m just going to say this out right, stay away from my daughter. This thing you two have is over.”
“Dad—”
“And as for you, you disobeyed us. We told you to stay away from him especially since he’s associated with this one here.”, he points to Eddie. 
“Which ends today to. I don’t want you spending any more time with this freak.”, his dad adds.
“Well, what does it matter, dad? According to you, I’ve already tarnished our name by not making into college, right? I’m too fucking stupid and lazy. Isn’t that what you said?”
“You’re goddamn right! We raised you to be better than this.”
“You didn’t raise him at all!”, you defended. “He’s spent half of high school alone in that big house.”
“Y/N!”, your mother scolds and you immediately fold back into yourself. 
The boys glance your way before looking back down at the floor. “I guess we see now why she was so meek and scared before.”, Eddie softly smiles as he reaches for your hand. 
“Hey! Don’t touch my daughter.”
“I love your daughter! No one has ever cared about me or made me feel the way she does.”
“Wait…”, Steve’s dad rubs his palm over his eyes. “I’m confused. Steve, you told me you were dating Y/N.”
“I am and I love her to.”
“But he just…”
Your eyes meet your mother’s before hers drift towards the ceiling. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
A knock on the door brings everything to a halt and your dad quickly answers it to allow Eddie’s uncle entry. “Get your nephew and get out of my house.”
“Wait. What is happening?”
“You to, Bill! Get your son and leave. It’s obvious we need to have a long talk with our child.”
“We can talk as long as you want, dad, but that’s not going to change how I feel. I love them to and after we graduate, we’re moving in together.”
“Huh…well that explains some things.”, Wayne smirks as he looks at all the other adults in the room. “I mean I had a feeling but didn’t want to assume.”
“You’re ok with this?!”, your mom shrieks. 
“Yeah, I mean… they aren’t doing anything wrong. They aren’t a gang or something. They’re three people in love. It’s nice and rare at such a young age.”
“Exactly! ‘Young age’! You three are way too young to understand what you are feeling!”
“ENOUGH!”, your dad booms as all conversation ceases. “This is over.”, he points his index finger towards you. “End it now. As long as you are under my roof, you will follow my rules. You are not allowed to see either of these boys again.”
“You can’t keep us from her.”, Eddie responds as he grips your hand tighter. 
“I sure fucking can! I’ll call the cops! I’ll send her to live with family in other states! I’ll—”
“You’ll call the cops and tell them what? Your daughter is spending time us? And you can send her anywhere you want, no matter what, we would follow her.”, Steve interrupts reaching for your hand as well. 
“Steven Harrington, you think about this now. If you insist on staying with this…whore…I will cut you off—”
“Hey now.”, Wayne cuts in. “No need to be rude or disrespectful. If you say something like that again, I’m ending this and taking all three of them back to my home.”
As Eddie’s uncle spoke, your eyes scanned your parents. Their angry eyes were staring into a void they seemed to stuck in. What killed you most was while Wayne defended you, your mom and dad remained silent, seemingly agreeing with Steve’s father. To them…you were a whore.
“Cut me off, dad. I don’t care. I’ve spent my whole life trying to impress you and be what you wanted me to be. Now I just want to figure out who I am and I want to do it with this woman here. I may not be the best student, man, or even fucking son but I am good at taking care of baby girl here.”
“Do you agree with his dad?”, you blurted your question as you addressed your family. “Do you two think I’m a slut?”
“What-what are we supposed to think, Y/N?”, your mother stutters. 
“It’s not like I’m-I’m opening my legs for all of Hawkins! I’m in a relationship with these two. I—”
“Stop it, Y/N.”, your dad warns.
“No!”, you suddenly rise to your feet. “I’ve never done anything wrong or given you two any reason to worry before. You both always said I was smart and knew how to make my own choices! Why is this ONE suddenly wrong?”
“Sit. Down. Y/N.”
“Sweetheart…” Eddie tries to pull at your hand to get your attention, getting to his feet as well. He recognizes that look and tone from your father; he’s seen it before on his own. 
“Dad, they are both so good to me. If you just got to know them—”
As your dad’s arm rears back, the metalhead slides between you two, taking the slap that was meant for you. Wayne moves forward as Steve stands, tugging you behind him. 
“We’re done here. I’m taking them to my trailer until Steve and Y/N feel safe coming home if at all.”, Wayne growls.
“You can’t do that.”
“Oh, I assure you I can. Unless you want to call Hopper down here so we can explain to him how you just assaulted my nephew.” His uncle reaches for Eddie’s arm and guides him towards the front door. “You kids get a head start. I’ll be right behind you.”
Without speaking, the three of you exit the house and quickly move to Eddie’s van. 
“Do you want me to drive?”, Steve asks.
The metalhead shakes his head, opening the passenger door for you before slamming it shut. As he begins the drive back to the trailer, you start replaying everything in your head. You knew your parents weren’t going to approve of this relationship but you never expected them to be this angry to the point where your dad would react the way that he did. 
 Eddie got hurt, Steve was cut off, you and he didn’t have a home anymore. Then everything that happened last night… this is all my fault… 
You tried to hide the tears that flowed as you curled into the window. After a while, the trailer came into view but even after the man parked no one moved. You glanced over at the driver, suddenly realizing his chest was rising and falling rapidly. 
“Eddie… are you okay?”
Steve followed your eye line as he shifted to the other side of the van. “Munson. It’s okay, man. You’re okay.”
Eddie’s eyes shut as his mouth opened to release a loud scream as he repeatedly hit at his steering wheel. His hair blocked his face as his head hung to his chest. The driver’s side door gradually opened as Wayne leaned against it, reaching for his nephew’s arm. 
“Come on, son. You’re okay.”
Gently, he tugged his nephew out and the rest of you followed suit. As you entered the trailer, you and Steve sat on the couch while Eddie’s uncle looked him over. 
“He got you pretty good but…it would have probably done way more damage to her. That was a brave thing you did, Eddie.” The metalhead’s shoulders deflate as he exhales. “You two are welcome to stay here as long as you need to. Y/N, I can give you some cash and after school tomorrow you and the boys can go into town so you can buy some essentials.”
“I’m sorry…”
Wayne came over and bent down on his heels beside you. “You have no reason to be sorry, honey. You are not a whore; you’ve done nothing wrong. Okay?” He smiles when you nod. “Ed, I have to get back to work. Are you three going to be alright?”
“Yeah, we’ll be fine.”
As his uncle straightens up, he reaches over to pat Steve’s shoulder. Once he leaves, Eddie abruptly turns and heads for his room. You two trail after him, finding him in a chair with a cigarette dangling from his lips as he tries to light it. 
“Fucking…piece of shit…lighter…”, he growls before angrily throwing it to the floor. 
Slowly, you place yourself in front of him, extending your hand out to run your fingers through his hair. Eddie sighs again as he leans forward and rests his forehead on your stomach. 
“I’m…thank you…” The tears start flow again as you hug him to you. His hands glide up to your lower back as his lips press against your tummy. The metalhead’s eyes glance up to meet yours for the first time since you left your parents house and the pain you found within them killed you. It was like the man now was fighting with the scared little boy he was back then, trying to remind himself that he was in control. You lean down to kiss his lips before nodding you head, whispering against them. “Use me.”
With incredible strength, Eddie lifted you under your arms and all but threw you onto his bed. He tore off your clothes, rapidly trying to do the same with his own. After opening your legs, he spit into cunt, gripping the base of his cock and guiding himself roughly into your body. His hips pounded aggressively into yours as he remained pushed up on his palms, long hair blocking his face from your view. As you reached up to move it out of the way, his hand flew to your wrist, pinning it flat to the mattress. 
You winced at the feeling of each hard thrust; he had never been this rough with you before. He began muttering things under his breath you could barely hear as you caught every other word. 
“Fucking…asshole…I could…knock him…out.”
“S-sir?”, you whimpered as Steve knelt by the bed, scanning your face.
“Color, honey?”
“Yellow, Da-daddy.”
“Eddie, she needs a minute.”
“They think…tell me…what to do…no. I’m…in control.” Your eyes widen as his hand suddenly flies to your throat, gripping it hard between his fingers.
“Eddie! Stop!” Steve quickly shoves him back and he tumbles off you, releasing you from his hold. “Y/N, are you ok?”
You cough as you try to catch your breath. 
“Fuck. F-fuck, Y/N. Sweetheart, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t even hear you. I…fuck!”, he shouts as he hits the trailer wall with his fist. 
You glance over at him before looking up Steve, assuring him you were alright. “Take these off, Daddy.” You tug at his shirt collar and he nods, rising to his feet.
“Don’t. Don’t touch me. I don’t want to hurt you again.”, Eddie’s voice shakes as you turn and place your hand on his chest. 
“Do you trust me?”, you whisper.
“Yeah, I just…don’t trust myself.”
Leaning forward, you tenderly kiss his lips as you push him carefully on to his back and straddle his waist. “I do, Master.”
A moan escapes his beautiful lips at the title, his palms coming to rest on your thighs as you carefully slide his cock into your entrance. Balancing above him on your hands, you grind your hips as you tilt your upper half closer to his chest.
“You’re always so protective of me. I feel so safe with you and Daddy.”
Steve climbs on to the bed behind you as you crane you neck to watch him spit in his hand and stroke it along his length. His eyebrows raise as if to ask if you’re ready and you subtly nod, allowing him to grab your waist and push himself into your ass. 
Once again, you felt so full by both of them immediately, moaning at the delicious stretch of them inside of you. Steve’s arms came into your field of view as his chest pressed against your back and his hands rest near yours against the mattress. 
Your eyes rolled as he began rolling his hips into yours, panting against your skin. 
“You both feel so good. Oh my god… Please, Sir. I NEED you to move.”
“You need me, princess?”
Eddie licks his lips as his hips thrust upwards eliciting a loud moan from you both. Steve leans back onto to his knees, guiding your movements with his palms as he glances between your bodies.
“F-fuck, baby. You take us both so well.”
The metalhead nods underneath you, agreeing with his friend. “Such a good girl.”
“Mmm—use me. Fill me up, please. I need you to. I need to—mmm-- feel you cum inside me.”
Eddie’s fingers reach up to caress your face before gripping the back on your neck, bringing your lips to his. 
“I love you, Y/N. You are safe with us. I’d never—God—I’d never let anyone hurt you like that.” His glassy, blown out eyes lock with yours as he pumps into you harder. Steve tries to match his pace, slamming his hips into yours. 
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your pussy clenches around him as you cum. Eddie grunts below you at the feeling, clinging to your waist as he follows you.
The other boy holds you against his chest as he chases his high, his arms holding you tightly as he thrusts his spend into your body. 
Without a word, they each gradually pull out of you making you hiss and wince at the slight sting. The metalhead gently takes your hand and walks you towards his shower. After cleaning you and making sure you were comfortable, he places you back on the mattress in front of Steve who casually begins brushing your hair. 
“Wayne doesn’t need to give you too much cash. I, um, I bought some stuff and have them here for when you spend the night like that brush.”, Eddie gestures towards Steve. “We just need to find you some clothes more than anything. In a couple days, maybe my uncle can talk your parents into letting you swing by to get your stuff. You may have to wait till we find an apartment to bring everything… Trailer is kind of small.”, he smiles. 
You fingers reach out to move some of his hair back so you can see his face. 
“I’m really fucking sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to… Your dad hit me and I just felt like a boy again, you know? I got lost in my brain.”
“It’s okay. I understand. I genuinely do. I’m sorry he hit you.”
“I’m sorry for my dad to…talking down to both of you like that.”, Steve sighs. “You’re not a whore, Y/N. That goes without saying but…”, he chuckles. “I know you like to be called that in bed—”
“By you two. But even then, when you say it, I know you don’t mean it like they do.”
They nod at your statement, each man leaning in to kiss your lips. The rest of the night, they kept an extra close eye on you; making sure you were fed and comfortable before falling asleep in their arms. While Eddie leaned out his bedroom window smoking a cigarette, you shot up in bed, grabbing your heart as you panted. 
“Hey! Whoa, sweetheart. It’s ok, you’re ok. It was just a nightmare.”
Silently, your head feel back against the pillow as you sobbed. He tossed the end of his smoke out into the yard, closing the window, and enveloping you in his arms. The metalhead tenderly kissed your forehead as you rolled over, pressing your face into his bare chest. 
“I know, baby. It’s ok. I’ve got you. Master’s here for you.”
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That following morning, Eddie gave you a shirt to wear so you could at least have on something different than yesterday. All eyes felt like they were on you as you three climbed out of his van and headed for the campus. 
“Is it just me or are there more eyes on us than normal?”
“Well, King Steve did just show up with the freak so I imagine there’s a lot of gossip there.”
You squinted towards the metalhead, pursing your lips. “I hate when you call yourself that. You aren’t a freak.”
“Y/N?”, Masie called as she waved you to her locker. 
“We’ll see you in class, alright? Everything is okay.”, Steve soothes as he tenderly pets your head. 
“Hey Maze. What’s going on?”
“I was going to ask you that.” Your best friend takes a few steps closer to you as she lowers her voice. “Is it true that you’re fucking Steve Harrington AND Eddie Munson?”
“I—what—I mean—where did you hear that?”, you ask as you stumble over your words. 
“Y/N, Mr. Harrington went to the bar last night talking about how you ‘corrupted his son’ and how delusional the three of you are. The whole town knows about it. Is-is it true? I mean I know you spend a lot of time with them but I thought they were just friends.”
“I…um… what if I was in a relationship with them both? Would that be so wrong?”
Masie’s eyes widen as she takes a step back from you. “I-I-I don’t know what to say.”
Your eyes begin to water as you slowly back away. “No. I completely understand. Um, take your time and I’m just, um, going to go to class.”
“Y/N, WAIT!”, she screams after you as you run away from her down the hallway. You don’t stop till you’re outside your first classroom which is currently being blocked by students.
“Move! Everyone out of my way!”, Mr. C pushes through the crowd and you follow close behind. 
A couple of boys were on the floor wrestling with Steve and Eddie. The desks were pushed out of the way and blood had already began staining the linoleum. A few other teachers with campus security ran in pulling everyone apart. 
“What is going on?!”, your teacher shrieked. “Mr. Munson? Mr. Harrington? Care to enlighten me?”
They were furious, you could see it reflecting in their beautiful eyes even as they tried to avoid your gaze. Another student finally piped up and pointed towards the blackboard where you and Mr. C quickly turned to look. 
In big bold letters, written in yellow chalk read the words, “Y/N Y/L/N. CLASS SLUT OF 1984.”
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jseobsky · 1 year
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That spot will be mine.
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Pairing ! bf!Seeun x gn!Reader Synopsis ! Seeun was tired of you having photocards of every idol but him on your phone, now that he was debuting he made it his mission to get you his own photocard. However, when you finally open the album, you don't pull him. Genre ! So fluff I can't, romance Warnings ! swearing, kissing, not proof-read, my humour- Wc ! 1.3k a/n ! Totally not based bcs today I finally bought the album and got Junmin while I was manifesting Seeun- HOWEVER JUNMIN LOOKED SAUR CUTE ON THE PHOTOCARD I CAN'T
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After knowing my boyfriend was finally going to debut I had one thing in mind and one thing only: Collect his group’s photocards. Until now, I haven’t really collected any photocards even while having around 20 albums myself. I just kinda kept them in their album boxes and the usual one photocard that I kept in the back of my phone case. Seeun wasn’t thrilled about this, he took my photocard choices very seriously, telling me I should keep them in a safer manner or that I could not by any means in the entire world take my Enhypen’s Niki photocard everywhere I went. 
While he was still a trainee it seemed like he also had one goal in mind: Gain my phone case photocard spot. He tried to gift me Polaroids that he took and make me save them on my phone case. At first, I did have them on my phone, but after seeing an idea on Pinterest I couldn’t help myself; All the Polaroids went on the now giant pictures wall. He then started to hate Pinterest. Sure he said all those things jokingly, he knew how much I loved kpop and how much that wall of pictures meant to me. He loved seeing me happy, but he did hate when I got his first album. 
Seeun kept telling me how I could not, by any means, buy his album. Talking about how he was going to gift it to me. “You’re going to curse it.” He said. “You always cry about how you never get your biases unless I’m the one who gifted you the album. I’m not taking any chances.” It was hell waiting for it. I had been waiting for years until his debut, and now I had to wait even more until I could get the physical album? Unbelievable. Seeing all those unboxing videos, and all these people having more than one photocard inclusion while I, who wasn’t able to even pre-order because of Seeun, will only have one. I learned to get over it quickly, patience is a virtue… Fuck that. I don’t wanna wait anymore. It’s been years, decades, maybe even centuries since the album came out. I want that album. I need that album. 
What’s worse is that I didn’t realize with Seeun’s debut that he’ll be even busier. Maybe what I actually needed was Seeun, not his album. 
I’m lying around my living room. A kdrama playing on the tv, and the window is open while I feel really cold. Look, someone is lazy, okay? And the kdrama is so interesting as well… An open box of snacks next to me that I slowly reach out to, not taking my eyes off the tv. The scene was so intense that it was able to make me ignore the little click of the door until I hear someone shouting. “IT’S HERE!” I slowly turn my head around with my eyes wide open. Who the fuck? A wild Seeun appears. Like literally, ignore the bad pokemon reference, Seeun comes in running with a bag in his right hand and his phone in his left hand, which he’s waving. He has the biggest grin on his face while looking at me. I smiled too. Pausing the show while standing up, running towards Seeun going for a hug. Which I never received. Seeun moved to the window and closed it. “It’s really cold outside, you shouldn’t have your window opened, it’s literally about to rain.” He said. I tilt my head and shrug my shoulders while still smiling. “Meh that’s not important, come here” I ran towards him again, only for him to move to the couch, moving some items to the floor before placing a pizza-shaped box on the table. I glare at him. “Look I got it!! Aren’t you excited?!” Seeun says with, again, a really big smile. I try to contain a smile and jokingly I roll my eyes, turn around, and act petty. “I would be more excited if my boyfriend, who I haven’t seen since February, would hug me.” I try to look at him for a bit, and seeing that he now has a smirk on his face I turn my head around again. “Oh really?” He said teasingly. I turn around with a blank face. “No.” We stay looking at each other for some seconds before I start smiling again. I run to the side of the sofa he is sitting on and I jump on top of him. “I’ve missed you so much,” I say while hugging him tightly. He moves my head from being buried in his neck to being in front of him. His expression mirrors mines, a big, BIG smile, and eyes with adoration filled in them. He squishes my face. “I missed you too, so much” Seeun turns his face to look at the box on the table behind me. He sits me on his lap as he sits up, leans forward with a hand on my back to not make me fall, and grabs the box off the table. 
“I got you this,” He says, “hope you like it” I shake my hands and grab the box out of his hands. “I’m just saying, with my luck you’ll get my photocard so enjoy. I did one on this version with that pose you showed me. I’m manifesting specifically that one for you.” Seeun looks at me proudly. I nod fast and start to rip off the plastic that wraps the album. Seeun laughs softly at my poor attempt to rip the plastic off. “Look,” I start saying, “these things are made by the devil himself, don’t laugh at my poor persona because I can’t open the album” I stop my attempt while glaring at him. “Also, I’ve seen you trying to open albums before, and you aren’t a god at opening albums yourself” Finally being able to open the album I grab the most important part of the album. The cd. I’m joking, I grab the inclusions knowing that the part that Seeun mostly wanted to see. I rip one side of the envelope the inclusions were in and slowly turn my head to look at my boyfriend. Fuck, he has his face way too close. Seeun got closer in anticipation of the grand reveal. He nods encouraging. 
I pull out the postcard first, and I smile. “Look I got the baby!” I laugh, Seeun smiles a bit too. “Could’ve been better but I guess a Yechan postcard isn’t the worse,” He says, “now the most important thing, please” I nod. Seeun gets even closer and places his head on my shoulder. I pull the single photo card, which is turned around. I start talking. “You know, just remember it’s okay if I don’t pull your photocard because at the end of the day I-” “Just look at it” Seeun whines. I turn the photocard around.
I feel Seeun drop his whole weight into the sofa’s back, letting out a sigh. Here we go. “I just don’t get it. Why Minjae, why him? Like. If it was… Okay no. I wouldn’t have been happy with anyone. But still!! Why him??” Seeun fake cried. “I mean,” I start talking. “You’re right, you do always pull my biases” Seeun stopped his actions and looked at me with a dead face. He then went to push me off. “Okay no, no, no, wait, no, I’m sorry, I’m joking! You’re my only one!” I laugh, and he stops trying to push me off and goes back to pouting. I lay fully on top of him. I start kissing his face. “I. Promise. You. Are. My. Bias.” He smiles. “Also, I bought an album the other day and I pulled you” I showed him the back of my phone, where a big smiling Seeun was looking back at him. He dropped his mouth and looked at me. “I couldn’t contain myself I’m sorry-” Seeun kissed me. 
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*:・゚✧ Pocky game with Azul *:・゚✧
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short notice: got this idea while randomly scrolling through leona ao3 fics lolololol also the reader is referred as the perfect + they/them used
CW: none really just azul being a blushing insecure mess + poor proof reading bc im lazy
"Huh, you want to try this?" Azul cocked an eyebrow whilst sitting behind his desk.
His eyes nervously darted from the Perfect's happy face to a well-known classical red pocky package in their right hand. The merman knew very well what those treats were for if it hadn't been for Idia babbling about it the other day. A silly thought of trying it out popped into his head back then, but he quickly dismissed it. It would be too embarrassing to do that, especially when it's with him. How he wished to to die on the spot, his cheeks were literally on fire. Oh how he prayed for it to be not that noticeable.
"Of course I do! As long as you're fine with it," the Perfect chirped as they practically radiated sheer excitement.
Azul couldn't say no to such beautiful sight, he didn't want to as well. Maybe this time he will let it slide, it's just a simple goofy game, nothing serious. It's not like he'll fail something this easy? It's not like they would feel repulsed by the end of it, they offered it first after all.
"My my, darling, you seem rather enthusiastic about it. Then I'm obliged to indulge you, how could I not?" spoke Azul while attempting to sound smooth and calm as usual.
Jumpy notes in his tone could be heard, which greatly contrasted his still somewhat composed stature.
The next scene showcased how the Perfect was waiting for Azul to take the other side of the pocky. Their hands were placed on both sides of the armchair, leaving Azul without a chance to slip away. A tad uncomfortable position yet they would do anything to fluster their beloved even more. And speaking of Azul, the merman was already dying of shyness. All his confident talk and looks gone in seconds. Soon he encouraged himself to gently bite his side showing that he was more than ready to hide if anything goes south. And like that it went:
With each careful bite their face got closer. The Perfect didn't budge even the slightest meanwhile Azul failed to stop his heart from jumping out of his chest. He only could wonder how they managed to keep themselves together. He wondered if they could hear how loud was his heart beating. Somehow the merman managed to get himself out of the stupor and he did what his beloved was doing — biting the pocky stick and slowly making their way to his lips.
Now the Perfect's lips were one inch away from his. Azul stopped for a second to realize it but as soon as he did so, The Perfect moved even more dangerously close. Finally their lips crashed into a soft honey-like kiss. The Perfect moved their hands to Azul's cheeks while straddling him, standing like before was so uncomfortable. Why not sit on Azul? The poor merman was about to explode from this close contact. He felt like he was melting under their touch. Throwing aside every unforthcoming thought, he pressed back. It felt so good to the point he forgot about everything. He didn't care that it was in his office where anyone could barge in, especially Jade and Floyd. Shortly after they pulled away, this kiss was way more passionate than Azul had expected. Both of them stayed silent for a few seconds until the Perfect's laughter broke it.
"H-hey! What's so funny all of a sudden?" apprehensively asked Azul with a slightly concerned face.
He was about to drown in his overthinking until the Perfect answered back:
"You're so cute when you blush this hard,"
"What? I AM?"
Azul hurriedly searched for some kind of mirror to see was it that bad actually. He unlocked his phone and before his eyes really was a blushing mess with a small string of salvia in the corner of his mouth from kissing.
"Thank god Jade and Floyd didn't see this, they wouldn't let me live it down... I would be forced to make them sign another NDA," he sighed.
"Tehehehe." Giggled the Perfect as they kissed his forehead.
Azul, despite being a complete agitated mess right now, sweetly smiled at his darling.
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Heey 😊 Congrats on the beautiful milestone! 1.5k is an incredible number and you deserve every single one of those follows.
Could I please ask for fluffy Santiago Garcia with prompts "Are you wearing my shirt?" and 'You kissed me last night.'"And you didn't stop me." I feel like fluffy Pope, there is too much smut for him and not enough cuddle (not like smut is a bad thing 😏)
So reading this ask made me realise how little I write fluff for Santi. I guess it was about time I gave the guy a break. Hope you enjoy!
If Only I Could Tell The World I'm Yours
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Pairing: Santiago Garcia x F!Reader
Prompts: "Are you wearing my shirt?" & "You kissed me last night." "And you didn't stop me." (Both been slightly altered to fit the dialogue.
Word Count: 3.4K
Warnings: 18+ just for very minor references to sex. It's pure fluff. Hidden relationship. Frankie, Benny and Will being little shits.
You woke to warmth.
To streaks of golden morning light that spilled from the windows and left glowing lines across bare legs tangled with anothers. There were soft puffs of breath stirring your hair at the crown and the faint smell of mint, smoke and spice tickling your nose with every slow inhale you took in sync with the rising chest you found yourself squashed against.
Face pressed so deeply into the column of his throat that your lashes brushed the skin there when your eyes finally fluttered open.
And yet he tried to pull you even closer when you yawned and pressed your hands to his stomach in an attempt to shuffle yourself back, strong arms winding tight around your waist and the soft scrape of stubble over your forehead as he dipped his chin and planted a lazy kiss there. “Don’t go yet.” He rumbled, voice raspy - sleep thick. "Want to hold you a bit longer before you go rushing off.”
You melted a little at that, your own apologetic kiss laid to the hollow of his throat before you pulled back to meet his heavy-lidded gaze. Fingers stroking through the mess of his curls like you could soothe away the discontent that grew in both of you when you thought about having to leave his arms and his apartment and pretend that you hadn’t created a home for yourself in both.
Because that’s how things were between you and Santi - how they had to be when this thing between you was a secret kept from the other three most important parts of your lives. You’d decided together that they couldn’t know, Frankie, Will and Benny.
It was still so new. There would be too much pressure. Benny and Will were protective to a fault and Frankie would probably have a quiet panic attack over the possibility everything could go wrong and the man who lived and breathed loyalty to his friends, would be forced to choose a side.
It made sense to keep things between them until you had things more figured out.
There was just times, right now being one of them, where you wanted nothing more than to say fuck it and let them find out if it meant you could stay in Santi’s arms that little bit longer.
And he was clearly thinking the same.
For when you stretched and tried to roll to the side, he followed, catching the hand that had been reaching for your phone before pressing it into the mattress whilst he rose above you. “Where do you think you’re going cariño?” He grinned, a little drunk with pride when you shivered lightly before throwing him a rather adorably unconvincing glare.
"We’re supposed to be meeting the guys for breakfast and I still need to go home and change.” You huffed, arching a brow. “Unless you want them asking why I’m in the same clothes I wore to the bar last night.”
Your words made his eyes spark, his voice dropping low and rough as he leaned down, lips purposely avoiding your own and trailing over the line of your jaw. “And if they did? What would you tell them, hmm?” He murmured. “Would you make up some pretty excuse - let them keep thinking that you’re so fucking innocent and sweet.”
"Are you forgetting we all served together?” You laughed, loud in the otherwise silence of the room before it caught in your throat as Santi nipped at your ear. “They already know I’m hardly what you call innocent.”
"Not like I do.”
You groaned when his teeth found your shoulder as he pulled at the collar of your t-shirt, sinking down until you arched against him before sweeping his tongue across the newly made mark.
You were clinging to him now, fingers buried into the skin of his ribs and every thought about getting up and leaving began to drift away like smoke in the wind when he raised his chin, smile teasing, to watch you as he rolled his hips into yours.
"Jesus, Santi.” You breathed and he sank down to kiss you then. All slow, soft heat as he braced himself above you, arms caging you in, gentle hands cupping your cheeks.
It made your blood catch light and your heart ache, your head dizzy with each brush of his tongue against yours whilst your skin grew warm and tingly from his body pressed flush against you - the sunlight that poured over you both when the sheets slipped away as you wove your legs around his waist.
A quiet moan slipped from you when he sucked at the pillow of your bottom lip and there was almost another as he drew back to look at you - all dark eyes, ruffled curls and kiss-swollen lips.
"You make the prettiest sounds I’ve ever heard.” He whispered, voice a little awed whilst his thumb scraped over the arc of your cheekbone.
You grinned, something sweet and golden blooming beneath your ribs that made you glow from the inside, the air feeling warmer as you turned your head to mouth a tender kiss to his wrist. “Yeah?”
"Mhm.” He murmured, dropping his head to nudge his nose against yours when your gaze was back on him once again. “Everything about you is so fucking pretty, you’re killing me expecting me to just let you leave when you look like that.”
His hand found the edge of your shirt, fingers toying with a hole in the worn fabric before they slipped under to splay across the smooth skin of your belly, his thumb stroking small circles that dipped teasingly beneath the waistband of your underwear. He watched as you shivered, as you shifted beneath him like you were trying to to push further into the press of his hand and then he suddenly leaned back. Eyes twinkling and lips parted before they quirked into a smug grin.
"Speaking of which - isn’t this my shirt?”
Shit. You'd hoped he wouldn't realise that you'd snatched up one of his when redressing last night. Choosing to forgo your own that was nestled among a few other things of yours in the draw he'd cleared out for you.
There was something about being wrapped up in a shirt that smelled like him, that you swore still managed to hold the heat from his skin despite however long had passed since he wore it. It felt like safety and comfort. It felt more like home than any of the dozen places you had given such a title to over the years. And you craved it.
You think Santi understands. Sees it in your face and the flash of nerves in your eyes that stealing his clothes was a step too far too soon, because even when you shrugged, when you tried your best to sound casual and lie that you couldn't find your own, his smile only gets wider. Sweeter.
There's a new warmth in his eyes as he tugged at the hem again.
"Yeah?" He asked, grinning. "Well fuck sweetheart, maybe I should start hiding all your clothes if it means getting to see you in mine. Looks so much better on you."
A bubble of laughter rose from your chest - bright and airy with relief and something impossibly tender for the man above you. You wanted to draw him down, kiss him until you were both breathless and drunk from it and feel him press so deeply into you that it would be impossible to tell where one you ended and the other began.
You would have done it if it wasn’t for the sharp ring of a message alert sounding from your phone, the shrill of it puncturing the sticky-sweet haze you’d both slipped into making you flinch.
There was a pout on Santi’s lips when you nudged at him, your hand a firm and constant obstacle when he still tried to chase your mouth with his own before giving up and falling back into the sheets with a dramatic huff. Hiding his smile with mock offence at the sound of your chuckle.
You bit your lip as you raised yourself up on your elbows and looked at him. The lazy way he draped himself back, all tanned skin against white-cotton sheets, grey sweats slung low on his hips and his curls a rumpled mess from where your fingers had tangled through. He caught you staring and rose-blush lips spread into another shit-eating grin, his tone full of taunt when he winked at you. “You gonna get that or just keep staring at me like you want to fu–.”
He spluttered when the pillow crashed into his face, choked laughter erupting from his throat whilst you huffed and rolled your eyes before snatching the phone from the bedside table.
And then your eyes went wide. Panic flooding through your gut as you attempted to fling yourself to your feet only to get your foot caught in the sheets, flail, and nearly end up in a heap on the floor. You caught yourself at the last minute, a hand thrown to the wall when you stumbled before searching the room for your jeans.
"Benny and Will are on their way here. Right now.” You told a confused looking Santi, whose gaze swiftly changed from concerned to a disappointed understanding, his body frozen where he’d risen, arms outstretched to make sure you were okay. “They asked if I’m nearly at the diner because they’re on their way but stopping to pick you up first?”
"Shit, yeah, I completely forgot.” He muttered. “They offered because my car is still in the garage.”
You nodded somewhat absentmindedly, eyes still darting along the floor before you spied your jeans partially hidden beneath Santi’s clothes from the night before, all pooled together from where you’d tumbled into his room, mouths desperate on the others and hands a little too greedy to feel skin to take notice or even care where the things you were wearing landed.
He snorted at the way you lunged for them, the little cry of aha! when you lifted them triumphantly before bending to shove your legs inside them. “I’m just gonna have to go like this.” You huffed and Santi nearly groaned when you straightened.
Between your sleep-mussed hair and kiss-swollen lips, the tight jeans and his shirt that, when the collar shifted ever so slightly, showed a brief glimpse of the pretty marks he’d left on your skin. He wasn’t sure how he was going to make it through this breakfast with his sanity intact. “...let's just hope they don’t recognise the shirt.”
He swallowed hard, shook his head in a daze both in an attempt to reassure you and to clear the lust that was rapidly bleeding through his veins once more. “They won’t, it’s not one I ever wore that much.”
And yeah maybe that was a lie. But he didn’t want to mention that it had once been one of his favourites and have you decide that wearing it wasn’t worth the risk. Not when the sight of you in it had his pulse jumping every time he looked at you and his chest flooding with warmth.
There was another chirp from your phone and you quickly glanced at it, cursing as you located your shoes and yanked them on before reaching for him. “I have to go.” You rushed out, fingers curling around the nape of his neck to drag him into a too brief kiss, his lips only just beginning to part over yours when you pulled back and went to turn towards his bedroom door.
Only, before you could take another step his hand found your wrist and then he tugged sharply, reeling you back into his arms so his mouth could descend upon yours once again - hot and messy. More than a little hungry.
And despite yourself you melted, humming happily before you felt him smile against you and the corners of your lips tugged up into one to match. “Santi, baby, I’ve got to go.”
You laughed when his hand curled around your hip to pull you closer. His voice muffled but no less cheeky when he countered. “Just getting it out of my system before I have to sit with you, surrounded by our friends and pretend that I don’t want to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you whilst your wearing my shirt.”
Your thighs clenched together at that, cheeks warming as you imagined it. Without meaning to your fingers tightened their grip in his hair, the hand that had rested over his heart curling until your nails bit into his skin and you had to catch yourself as your hips subconsciously rocked against him.
It made him grin, even more so when you swore, his eyes gleaming with mischief when you flexed your hand straight and pushed yourself away from him.
He let you go without a fight and chuckled -low and rough- when you narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re a fucking menace Garcia.”
"Only for you cariño.”
You turned, still grinning like an idiot when you swung his door open and then you screamed in shock. Your hand flying to your chest to cover the place where your heart slammed frantic against your ribs. Santi was by your side in an instant, his body sliding past yours to place you behind him and his expression hard and dangerous before it morphed into stunned surprise. His brow furrowing and mouth dropping open.
Because at his breakfast table sat Benny and Will. Both of them never looking more alike than they did in that moment with laughter in their eyes and bright ‘gotcha’ smiles spread wide across their handsome faces.
Frankie was busying himself with pulling groceries out of a bag but you caught the way he glanced at both yours and Santi’s disbelieving expressions before turning, grin soft and his shoulders shaking.
There was a moment of silence where all of you just stared at each other and then both you and Santi spoke at the same time.
"What the hell is going on?”
"Did you seriously just let yourselves into my apartment? How long have you been in here?”
It was Benny that answered. Like he’d been bursting with impatience for one of you to ask just so he could. His fingers tapping against the solid wood of the table before he pointed to you. “What’s going on is that you’ve been lying to us and now you’ve been caught red handed.”
He smirked, mildly amused by the way you couldn’t even hide your guilty expression before he turned to Santi and shrugged. “Not long, we were going to wait outside after sending the messages but then you took too long. And you gave us each a key.”
"Yeah, for emergencies Ben not –” Santi grumbled.
"So you don’t want coffee then.” Frankie interrupted with a teasing chuckle, lifting one of the steaming cups from beside him without looking up from where he’s setting things up for your apparent breakfast.
A spread of pastries and fresh bread, bacon and eggs and sausages all lined up for him to cook whilst you recovered from the shock and eased into the odd situation you found yourself in.
And just like that Santi lost some of his guarded edge. He watched them all and then you, assessing the situation, looking for hints of discomfort before he trudged forward to take the drink and then a second from Frankie whilst you sank into the chair besides Will.
If you expected it to feel awkward then you were instantly proven wrong. There was no anger or accusation from the guys, only curiosity and something soft like joy when they observed the way Santi drew immediately back to you, one hand placing your drink in front of you and the other resting gently at the back of your neck to let you know he was there.
They hadn’t done this with any other intent but to let you know that everything was fine. That you didn’t have to worry about things changing or them thinking any different of either of you because they would always be happy with whatever you decided as long as it was what made you happy.
And with that knowledge you fully relaxed, easing back into Santi’s quiet touch. You took a deep breath and inhaled the smell of the coffee, the bacon that hissed and smoked when Frankie placed it in the pan and after a large gulp of your drink you turned to the older Miller brother and nudged his leg with your toe. Smiling when his lips quirked and he nudged you back.
"Go on then.” You sigh with a grin, “Where did we mess up - what gave us away?”
Benny laughed, his features boyish and light with it. “Take a wild guess.” He joked and when you didn’t answer, blinking between them in confusion, he looked at you for a beat, then two, and then at his brother, shaking his head with amusement. “I told you it looked like they hadn’t even realised what they’d done.”
You glanced at Santi who looked just as clueless as you, racking your brain for such a memory and coming up with nothing.
"You guys kissed right in front of us.” Will finally explained with a chuckle. “Well, it was at the bar - which we had a pretty good view of.”
It hit you then. A little soft and fuzzy around the edges but you could remember Santi’s hand resting on your hip, the way he tucked you tighter against him to avoid getting jostled at the busy bar and it had been second nature. A reflex almost.
You had looked up at him with a sweet smile and the moment you had tilted your chin he hadn’t even thought to deny you, pressing a warm kiss to your lips and then another to your forehead that had made your heart flutter.
You opened your mouth and then shut it again, pressed your palm to your lips to smother the laughter that bubbled up - bright and delirious. You had both thought you had been so subtle only to discover you couldn’t have been more hopeless at hiding your relationship if you had tried.
There was a twinkle in Santi’s eyes when you turned again to find him watching you, an undisguisable fondness when you reached out and gently punched his arm.
"This is your fault.” You accused, teasing. “You kissed me.”
"And you didn’t stop me.” He winked.
Before you could argue there was a snort from the other side of you and you twisted to catch Benny rolling his eyes, an indulgent grin on his face even as he complained. “God I don’t think I can handle you both suddenly being this sweet. I think I preferred being in the dark about this.”
It made you cackle unashamedly when Will responded, an immediate quip that had the younger of the two blushing when he mentioned how he’d rather see this than the shit he used to walk into the kitchen to when Benny lived with him and had a girl over.
There was warmth in your chest - a champagne fizz type of happiness - when the light barb turned into swapping stories and the room grew noisy with bickering voices and bursts of laughter, when Santi drew his chair closer and tugged you into his side, fingers drawing mindless patterns on your shoulder whilst he added tales of his own to the mix.
You beamed when Frankie placed a plate of food in front of you, a little mix of everything that you liked that immediately had your stomach growling. He returned it when you thanked him. Ruffled your hair like he had ever since he had taken you under his wing the first time you met, forever the protective older brother that somehow turned into scolding mother the second Santi dared to reach over and try snatch a piece of bacon off your plate.
There was a flash of metal, a string of colourful curses from Santiago when the handle of the fork Frankie had been about to pass you rapped across the knuckles of the offending hand.
“Hands off Garcia, didn’t you ever fucking learn manners, jesus.”
“Me? What about you? You break in to my apartment, hijack my kitchen and then try to nearly crack a bone over a slice of bacon. Where are your fucking manners Morales?”
You zoned out their arguing in favour for tearing a chunk of still warm pastry and popping it in your mouth, startled when Benny’s foot kicked out at yours beneath the table. His eyes were full of mischief when you frowned at him and you nearly fucking choked when he pointed the coffee-foam covered end of his wooden stirrer at your chest.
“So considering you were still trying to keep it a secret before we surprised you, how did you plan on explaining the shirt?” He crowed. “Because I could swear Santi has one just like it.”
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