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brooooswriting · 13 days

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Hi would you write for a Leighton x reader where r forgets to take their adhd meds and they get really overwhelmed and they just ‘disappear’ and nobody can find them and they’re just in Leighton’s bed trying to de stress, and the first place they thought of was leightons because they feel safe and calm with her?

Where were you?

Leighton was about to have a breakdown. She hasn't seen you for over 24 hours, and she hasn't heard from you for about 5 hours now, which wasn't normal. The last time she really heard from you was this morning when you texted her good morning, and since then, nothing. She didn't think anything about it since you would always join her and her roommates for lunch but you were a no-show.

So, she texted you, but nothing. She asked your friends and again nothing. And when no one could reach you and nobody found you, a bit of panic went loose in all your friends. While your friends and Leighton went crazy, you were quietly laying in a bed.

Leighton’s bed, to be exact. The covers were pulled up to your head as you soaked in the blonde’s smell, which lay atop you like a protective barrier. All the stress, negative thoughts, and feelings nearly disappeared. Yesterday, like the idiot you could be, you forgot to take your meds. You didn't really notice until suddenly every small thing started to annoy you and overwhelm you. The fact that you didn't know the reason for it made things even worse until you figured that you forgot your meds.

By now, Leighton, her friends and your friends were on a search mission for you. They knew how you could be and if you went offline in every sense that could mostly mean bad things. So, Leighton searched in your building complex and the gym, Kimberly was looking through the dining hall and the shops, Whitney was going to the donut shop close by and your friends were looking through some of the lecture halls. Bela decided to look for you in the library after getting a hoodie from her and Leightons room.

The girl stalked inside, typing on her phone as she slammed the door open. She hummed as she searched through her closet, grabbing a nice one and turning around just to let it fall when she saw someone in Leightons bed. “Leighton? I thought we are going to search y/n” she questioned as she stepped closer. “Leighton?” She pulled the covers back a bit just to see y/h/c and eyebrows that definitely didn’t belong to Leighton. “Y/n?” She mumbled to herself before sighing.

She exited the room with her phone in hand to let the others know. “Leight? I found her, she’s sleeping in your bed” she explained as she got an apple sauce from the mini fridge.

“You gotta be kidding me. I’m going to kill her” the blonde grumbled and hung up the phone making Bela giggle. Leighton was fuming, not because you were in her room but because you were sleeping in there peacefully while she was freaking out. The dorm room slammed open making her roommate flinch, “is she still in bed?”

“Yeah, she’s dead asleep I guess” she explained but was mostly ignored as Leighton was already slamming the door to their room open. Bela decided that she didn’t want to be a part of this so she left and told everybody that you were fine.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She screamed as she pulled the blanket off of you, making you whine. You stuttered something out that wasn’t understandable. “Why are you just sleeping here?” She questioned as you carefully sat up, her relief that you were fine overwhelming her and making her miss your shaky hands and wet eyes.

“I- I am sorry. I didn’t think that you’d be mad about it. I mean you gave me the keys after all” you stuttered again and avoided any eye contact with the mad blonde. Her anger seemed to subside though as she started to see the weird way you were behaving and the tears in your eyes.

“Why did you come here?” Her voice was much softer this time, but she kept her distance as long as she didn’t know what was wrong. You scotched back against the headboard and pulled the blanket over you again.

“I forgot to take my meds and i didn’t even notice until I suddenly felt annoyed by everything and everyone and I started to have panic and anxiety and headaches and tantrums and I was so frustrated and normally I would have called you but the headaches made it impossible to look at my phone. So…” you hesitated to keep talking as Leighton sat next to you, her arm wrapped around you pulling you closer to give you comfort.

“So the first place you thought of was my bed?” Your head was laying on her shoulder which made you miss her smile when she said that. Trusting someone has never come easy to her but trusting you was like breathing, it came natural to her.

“I-yeah. I’m sorry if I overstepped, it’s just the thought of your perfume and all of this around me made me calm down already” you explained further playing with the fingers on her hand that wasn’t wrapped around you.

“Gosh, now I feel like an asshole. I love the fact that you thought of me first and felt comfortable coming here, I was just scared. Nobody had heard from you for over five hours and that is never good so I thought that maybe something had happened. I’m sorry I was so rude when I came inside” it was easy to know that she was telling the truth, her voice was so soft that it was impossible that she was lying.

“No, I get it. I would have been mad too. I’m sorry I didn’t text, it just slipped my mind” her arm squeezes you a bit tighter, which was her way of showing that she understood and was fine with it. You stayed in a comfortable silence for a moment before you noticed your headaches coming back, you often had them after feeling frustrated and overwhelmed. Your shifting was an obvious sign to the blonde by now.

“How are you now?” She questioned, looking down at you with a look that told you not to lie. It was smart, you would have tried to lie but she had a different kind of power over you.

“My head still hurts” you quietly confessed, looking down at the blanket that was covering your legs. Leighton sighs and leans over to get some medicine from next to her bed.

“Here take these and then turn over so I can cuddle you while we take another nap” she insisted, not leaving any space for arguments which, again, was smart. It was rather early in the day and you knew she still had classes.

You mumbled a thank you, took the pill and turned on your side facing away from the blonde so she could hug you from behind. The light was quickly turned off and a text was shot to her roommates to be quiet when they came home. “Leighton?”

“Yes love?”

“Thank you for caring” you weren’t quite at the ‘I love you’ mark yet, so this was the best you could do. You had both shown how much you loved each other throughout the day; you could only think of her during your worst moments and she would have torn down the campus to find you.

“Thank you for feeling safe with me” she pressed a kiss to your head and pulled you closer before you both drifted off to sleep.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #leighton murray x reader #tslocg x reader #renee rapp x reader

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buckychristwrites · 10 months

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Could This Be | Chap. Four | j.t.

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: One minute, you're single and working for AFC Richmond as the team's medic. The next minute, you're in a fake relationship with the team's handsome striker who you know next to nothing about..

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: Discussions of Previous Emotional & Physical Domestic Violence. Cussing. Fake Dating

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy :)

“Hi babe!”

You looked up from your laptop to find Keeley walking towards you, coffee in one hand and a donut in the other. Her hair was in a high ponytail, and she sported a leather jacket over a white crop top and black pants. The heels she wore were loud against the cement flooring. Sliding the e-pen back into its slot in the computer, you smiled at her.

“I thought I’d find you out here,” She said as she sat down with a relieved sigh, taking a quick bite of her donut. “Went to your usual spot and it was empty.”

“Yeah, I have some charting to do and it was getting stuffy inside,” You explained. She looked over your shoulder in an effort to read your typing. If there was one person in the world who was intrigued by your job, it was always Keeley Jones.

“Anything good?” You shrugged.

“Isaac twisted his knee pretty good during practice, he needed some ice and a pain killer. Pretty standard,” You told her, a smile sneaking on your face. “Not as good as Will bloodying his nose with a shoe yesterday.” She let out a loud laugh before immediately covering her mouth.

“You must have the most interesting job here,” She said, shaking her head as she took another sip of her coffee. “Just gettin’ to see the boys do the dumbest shit all day.” You hummed in response.

“It’s more fun when it's not a match,” You admitted to her. “When it’s a match, there’s more pressure to get them back up and on the field. Like that one against Man City when Jamie was hurt. And Ted was snapping at us to get him fixed so they didn’t have to sub him out. It’s just stressful sometimes.” She nodded in understanding, turning her head to watch as the players practised.

“Speaking of Jamie,” She said innocently, and you could hear the smile in her voice even though neither of you were looking at each other. “Are you busy tonight?” You thought for a second, humming out loud as you did so.

“I don’t think so,” You told her, although you began to regret your honesty. “Why?” She turned towards you again, the excitement filling her face.

“Jamie and you should join Roy and I for dinner tonight!” She exclaimed happily. “It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to go on a double date with you. Too long, really. Please say yes.” She put on her best pouty face, as if to say she already knew you wanted to say no. Which, as life would have it, you did, indeed want to say no. Anxiety rippled through you, but you knew that you couldn’t get out of it.

“Of course!” You told her, feigning enthusiasm as best as you could. “We’d love to! I’ll let Jamie know after practice, I’m sure he’ll be just as excited.”

“I can’t believe you agreed to that,” Jamie said exasperatedly when you told him in the boot room a few hours later. He was fresh out of the showers, in his normal clothing. His hair was still slightly damp. You crossed your arms over your chest with your own look of exasperation.

“Have you fucking met Keeley? You know how impossible it is to say no to her,” You hissed. “Besides, if we said no today, she would’ve just kept asking until we agreed.” Jamie nodded, demeanour changing.

“I know, I know.” He began to pace around the room as you watched from your seat on the bench.

“We just have to get things in order before tonight,” You told him, putting your hands out with your palms down. “Get our story straight. They’re going to ask us a lot of questions, and we need to be ready with answers.” He paused, turning to face you with his finger pointed towards the ceiling.

“Roy is definitely onto us,” He told you, scratching the back of his head.

“Roy would be onto us even if this wasn’t fake,” You said, shaking your head. In your mind, you were imagining sitting across from Roy, hand in hand with Jamie and trying to explain how all of this came to be. In this daydream, his face was the most annoyed you’ve ever seen it. It was definitely an amusing thought. “I’m not as concerned with him as I am about Keeley.”

Van Damme, Dani and Richard peaked in through the window, looking between you and Jamie. You waved to them before shooing them away. They smiled like children who had just gotten caught sneaking candy before running off.

“Alright, so how did we meet?” Jamie asked you, not having noticed the insolence of his teammates. The shock hit you immediately, your mouth falling open in frustration.

“Jamie, once again, we fucking work together. You met me here!” He groaned, covering his face with his hands.

“Fuck. Sorry.” You shook your head, incensed.

“If you forget that we work together one more time, I’m punching you.” The look on your face was stern. Serious. “And I’ll make sure to make it as hard as I can.” Jamie stared at you, mouth agape and eyes scandalised.

“Oi! That’s not very nice!”

“It’s not very nice that you literally forget that we work together, is it?”

He took a moment to consider this, before saying, “We just didn’t talk much before... “ He spun his finger in the air, drawing a circle. “All this. But you’ve always just been… around. I feel like I’ve always known ya.” You scratched your head furiously.

“And yet, I never forgot I worked with you.”

“Your job is all about takin’ care of us!” He exclaimed, the frustration in him growing as well. “Mine is to get the ball in the net. I come into your care once every few weeks, and that’s in a bad month. Cut me some slack, yeah?”

He had a point. More often, you were seeing Jamie in social settings than work settings. When you did see him for an injury, it was usually severe, and he was more focused on not thinking about the pain, or whatever the coaches were saying to him, than he was on who was giving him care. And he was right in the fact that your entire job, besides supplying and helping out the physiotherapists, was to care for the team.

It also had to do with the fact that there was a certain period of time when you weren’t yourself when at work. A presence at the stadium forced you to keep your distance from the players. And even now, the ghost of them still haunts you.

“The slack I’m cutting you is that I’m not hitting you right now,” You told him, not wanting to admit that you saw his point. Not that you ever would hit him, but did he know that? No. And it was going to stay that way.

He opened his mouth to argue, but you waved your hands. “We’re getting off topic here. We need to focus.” His expression changed from argumentative to neutral.

“Alright,” He agreed, taking a seat on the bench next to you. “So we met here. Then what?”

You brought your hand to your chin, tapping your index finger against your face as you thought through several scenarios.

“We can’t say it’s because you’ve been spending more time injured, because you haven’t,” You said, thinking out loud. “We also can’t say that someone set us up, because then Keeley would have an absolute fit.” It felt like it should’ve been easier to come up with a story than it was. While the wheels in your mind kept turning, Jamie’s did the same, but for completely different reasons.

“D’ya know why Keeley never tried to set us up?” You looked at him in time to see him gesturing between you and him. “Me and you?”

“Yes, I told her no footballers,” You said simply before looking away from him. This appeared to surprise him.

“Why not?”

“Jamie, please.” It was so hard to not get frustrated. Not only because he had the attention span of a 3 day old peanut butter sandwich, but also because he was venturing into territory that you really didn’t want to get into. “We only have an hour to get this sorted out.”

“I feel like hidin’ things from me will only make this harder,” He said. “What happened to our rule? Being honest with each other?”

“I’m not… not being honest with you, Jamie,” You said, defensively. “There’s just some things I don’t feel the need to explain to you. At least, not right at this moment.” He shook his head, looking down at the floor with his eyebrows high on his forehead.

“Keepin’ things from a friend,” He said, feigning disappointment. “How can I fake love ya if I know you’re hidin’ things from me?” A hint of a smile appeared on his cheeks. Shaking your head, you tried and failed to fight back your own.

Why are you smiling right now? You asked yourself. Why is this working?

“Fine,” You said, folding your hands in your lap. He looked up in surprise, turning his body so he could give you his full attention. It took you a second to mentally ready yourself to say what you were about to say. A sigh forced its way out of your chest.

“A few years ago, I want to say around the time you went back to Man City, I started dating a… pretty famous footballer.” Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Jamie opening his mouth to speak. “No, I won’t tell you who it is.” Jamie closed his mouth once more. “He was incredible at first. Whole lot of compliments, gifts, extravagant dates, expensive trips. He tried to buy me a car, but I turned it down.” You shook your head. “I was living in a dream… until one day I seemed to just… wake up.” It wasn’t immediately obvious to you that you were smiling until it faded away.

“I can’t say exactly why things changed, but by the time you returned to Richmond, everything for me was different. So different.” Just the memory of it was sending chills up your spine. “There was really no good time that didn’t leave me in complete fear of going home. If he won a game? I was worthless and he was king of the world. If he lost?” You trailed off, letting the words hang above your head for a moment, as the meaning sunk in for Jamie. “There came a point where I wasn’t allowed to talk to any of the players anymore. We had kept our relationship pretty much under wraps from the start, so I really couldn’t tell anyone anyway. Maybe he did that on purpose. But my friendships with most of the players dissolved. Roy ended up finding out because he caught me changing some wrappings on my arm. He told Keeley. They’re the only two who know. Besides you, now.” You zoned out for a second, suddenly feeling out of body, before snapping back and turning to Jamie. “Eventually, the opportunity arose for me to leave. So I did.” You nodded. “Then when Keeley started approaching the subject of dating again, I told her no footballers whatsoever.”

Jamie said nothing, instead just staring at you for a long time. You stared at the floor, waiting for him to give any sort of response. This was the worst part of telling someone, the reaction. But why did his feel like it held so much weight?

“Thank you for tellin’ me,” He finally said. His gaze fell to the grey floor. “You deserve so much better than that.”

“I like to think so,” You said quietly, trying to bring humour to the bleak conversation. He shifted so he was facing you.

“How did he know if you were talkin’ to the other players?” He asked, making you look up again. “Like, how was he able to keep an eye on that if he wasn’t here?”

You froze. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, before Jamie began again, “Unless-”

“Okay, we have to go,” You said, looking at your watch as you swiftly stood off the bench. He jumped at your sudden urgency, clearly wanting to slow you down, but you didn’t allow for it. “I have to get home and get ready. Meet you at the restaurant?” The whiplash seemed to confuse him, as he looked around before looking back at you.

“Uh… Actually, wouldn’t it make more sense if I picked ya up? And we arrived together?”

Fuck. He was just filled with good points today.

“I guess that makes sense,” You said, pulling anxiously on your sleeves, before grabbing for your phone. “Let me text you my address.”

“Do you need my number for that?” He asked, unclear if he was joking or not, just as you sent the address to his phone. Rolling your eyes, you walked out of the room, deciding not to give him any further response.

It wasn’t until you were pulling your vehicle out of the car park that you realised that you and Jamie still hadn’t decided on a proper cover story. You cursed the whole drive home.

Getting home and getting ready turned into being more of an event than you had wanted. What were you supposed to wear on a real double date with your fake boyfriend? Apparently, according to you, there was nothing in your closet that screamed Yes I Am Dating And In Love With This Man. In the end, you settled for a simple dress. It took you longer to do your makeup than you had planned, and when you looked at the time, you practically flew out the door.

Greeting you was Jamie, in a simple white singlet with a tan blazer and black trousers. His hair was slicked back just perfectly. It was the first time, you realised, you had seen him all dressed up. Behind him was a fancy black car that you couldn’t afford to know the name of.

“Look at you! Dressed all smart,” You exclaimed, smiling at him as you walked down the path towards the road. It took you a moment too long to notice the bundle of roses he held in his hands. As you approached him, he held them out to you. “Y- Jamie, you didn’t-”

“Of course I had to,” He said, leaning in with a goofy smile. “It’s our first fake date, innit?”

Your stomach did a somersault as you took them from him. Before you allowed yourself to overthink it, you kissed his cheek.

“You look lovely, by the way,” He added, looking you up and down. Being under his gaze made the heat in your cheeks rise up, and you turned away before he had time to notice.

“I’m gonna put these inside in some water, and then we can go, okay?”

It was until you got to the door that you noticed he was following you inside, like an excited little puppy, but you didn’t comment. As you wandered into the kitchen for a vase, he looked around the sitting room.

“Nice little place you got here,” Jamie called to you just as you pulled a simple, plain vase from the cupboard.

“Oh, thank you!”

As you set the flowers in the water, you thought about how weird it was that of all people, Jamie Tartt was in your house, wandering around your sitting room. As you exited the kitchen, you found him admiring the photos framed on the mantle. You noticed as you set the roses on your coffee table that he was stuck staring at one picture. He turned to you, pointing at the frame.

“When was this from?”

Somehow, you already knew what picture he was referring to. When you approached, putting your hands on your hips as the both of you stared at the photo.

“That’s from the last Man City match,” You told him, glancing at him briefly before looking back at the photo. “It was in the papers, so I clipped it out.”

It was of you and him, Jamie laying in the grass with his legs spread out as you wrapped his injured foot. The both of you were laughing over something, either over something you had said to calm the mood or some self deprecating joke from him. If the photo had been cropped differently, one wouldn’t have even known that he was injured. It just would’ve been two friends, having a laugh.

Jamie slowly reached up and grabbed the frame, bringing it down so he could look at it properly.

“I remember this,” He said quietly. “Coach Lasso had just walked off, after asking you to get me fixed up, and you looked at me and said,” He cleared his throat before continuing, “‘Does he think I’m the fuckin’ Fairy Godmother? Just wave me wand and you won't have a sprained foot?’”

You laughed, partly at how he tried to impersonate your voice with his thick accent, but also at the fact that now you did remember that moment. When you looked over at Jamie, you found he was already looking at you.

“I remember how shit I felt over my dad, and being back at Man City, and you made me feel a lil better.”

Whatever was bubbling in your belly was overwhelming you. You playfully bumped your hip against his.

“You finally remember working with me, yeah?”

He let out a loud laugh, which, in turn, made you laugh as well.

“Piss off,” He said, setting the photo carefully back onto the mantle. “Are you ready to go or are we just goin’ to stand here so you can bully me all night?” You scrunched up your face in thought.

“Bullying you is quite fun…”

Shaking his head, he turned and went straight towards your front door. He threw it open before turning and facing you.

“You comin’ or what?”

You skipped after him, surprisingly excited now for the coming night.

“Coming!”

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ateezscupid · 1 year

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mingi smut 46,57

46. “can you feel how much I want you?”

57. “please, don’t ever stop!”

ATEEZ PROMPT FEST

seductive ✩ mingi 𝗑 f!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

plot - mingi’s horny after work !!

genre + warnings - smut, fluff and overall crackhead energy, switch!mingi, switch!reader, oral, dirty talk(?), praise, mingi’s being a cute whiny baby in this one

wc - 1.28k

tags - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna check pinned post for tag list info!

“mingi!” you call out from your bedroom window. you just saw him leave his car and now he’s walking into the building. he heard your voice from down below and waved. seeing you made him feel better after going through hours of work.

you jump out of bed and run out of your shared bedroom, skipping to the door opening it. just as he turned the corner in the hallway, you were peeking your head out waiting for him. you squeal in excitement and dart out, running down the hallway and jumping into him. he dropped his bag and wrapped your arms around you.

“i guess you missed me?” mingi looks at you. “you haven’t run out and hugged in a long time.”

“i missed you so so so much, i was bored!” you pout. “but you’re home now so i feel better! how was work? was everyone annoying? did you get stuff done? did you guys have a pizza party?”

“y/n, we don’t really bring food into the studio. i mean, we had a few donuts and chips. and before you ask, yes, i did save you some.” mingi kissed your cheek.

he sets you down and picks his bag up again, putting his arm around your shoulder and walking back to your apartment. once you two went inside, he threw his bag on the couch then plopped down next to it. you were always confused to why mingi would come home worn out. all he did was stay in a studio? what could be he doing that makes him this tired?

“do you want a massage or something? you’re always so exhausted whenever you come home. now that i think about it, why are you so tired when you come home?”

“i have to repeat the same lines over and over again, baby.” he groans as he sat up. “and i go there early in the morning. i cant sleep while i’m there, and if i do, it’s only for ten minutes.”

“aw,” you coo, strolling over to the couch and sitting next to him. “poor min. do you want something to eat? will that make you feel better?”

“no,” mingi looked you up and down, leaning into you and pushing his face into your chest.

“mingi, no.” you tilt your head. “you’re always horny whenever you come back from work, can’t you take a break?”

“how the hell did you know i was horny?” his eyebrows raise.

“you always push your face into my tits when you’re horny.”

“no i don’t!” he scoffs sarcastically. “i grab your thigh when i’m horny. they’re two completely different actions, i don’t know how you messed that up. and i thought you loved me!”

“mingi, shut up, i do love you! but you need a break, my legs are still worn out from yesterday.” you okay with his hair gently.

“they didn’t seem worn out when you ran up and tackled me like a quarterback in the hallway.” he muttered as he glared at you. you roll your eyes playfully.

“why are you glaring at me?” your head tilts.

“i’m hoping you’ll spontaneously combust.” mingi says jokingly. you push his chest and stand up, but he pulled you back down onto the couch. though this time, you were on his lap.

“okay, let’s make a deal.” you turn to face him. “if we do have sex, i wanna be in charge.”

“what? you cant even get on top of me without being embarrassed, so how are you gonna take charge?”

you narrow your eyes and place your hands on his shoulders, turning around completely and straddling him. you push him back against the couch cushions and bring your hand down to his sweatpants, which were tightening around him because of his boner. you chuckle slightly and rub slowly, earning a hushed moan from him.

“dude, how are you moaning and i just touched you?” you smile, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. “i just wanna try topping for once.”

“can you feel how much i want you?” he whispers, thighs shaking slightly. “oh fuck me,”

“shush, that’s what i’m trying to do.” you felt his raging boner through his pants, and it almost made you want to drool. his size never really intimidated you, it only excited you, and he was aware of it. you’d always be excited to suck him off or jerk him off when he asked you to. it was fun hearing him groan knowing you were the one bringing him pleasure.

you pulled his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to come out. you didn’t expect it to be all red and veiny; pulsing, in need of someone to touch it. he was in the studio all day, so to see him this hard kind of surprised you. you grabbed onto it with your palm, causing mingi to flinch and throw his head back.

“eyes on me.” you demand, using your free hand to grab his chin and pull his head back down. you gently start to stroke him, squeezing whenever you got to the top to play with his tip.

“fuuck,” mingi groans, hands grabbing onto your backside. “please, i’m so hard. it hurt so fucking much to walk.”

“i bet it did, huh?” you bring your hand down, now using both hands to stroke him. you twist and turn your hands, looking down for a moment to spit on it and continue your movements. mingi didn’t know where to put his hands. he was grabbing onto you, then the couch, then your thighs, he was everywhere.

“oh fuck, shit shit shit, where the hell did you learn to do this!” he looks at you, eyes puffy and lips swollen, aching for you to kiss them. you lean forward and peck him on the lips.

“i watched a few videos to prepare for this very moment.” you say as you scoot off his lap and get down on your knees in front of him, now shoving his cock into your mouth.

“good fucking go—fuck, i feel like cumming!” mingi whined as his hips bucked up a few times. he was falling apart and struggling to hold himself together in front of you, which made you want to keep going. you continue to stroke and suck him off at the same time, earning all types of pornographic sounds to come from mingi’s mouth.

“y/n—y/n, slow down,” he sucks in a breath. the urge to cum was gradually increasing and it was bubbling in his stomach, like butterflies flying all over the place.

“y-y/n, i’m—“ he stammers, chest heaving up and down. “f-fuck, please, don’t ever stop! don’t fucking stop, ah—“

mingi’s hand goes to grab a handful of your hair, pulling like his life depended on it. your nails dug into his thigh but he could care less. all he was thinking about was cumming into your mouth.

“please, please, please,” he begged. mingi begged. that was the most attractive thing you’ve ever heard him do. you bobbed your head faster, which helped him reach his breaking point.

“oh god, oh fucking hell, stop stop stop, shit, i’m cumming—i’m-“ his body twitches as he dumped his load in your mouth, shameless moans leaving him. you help him ride out his orgasm as you slowed your movements, slightly overstimulating him and making him whine. you take your mouth off and let go, swallowing everything and not leaving a drop.

“that was fun, right?” you giggle. “you did so good, you sound so adorable when you moan! you should do it more often!”

“oh, shut up.” he blushed from your words. “but, it was…nice. thank you, love.”

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 6 months

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A Mother Always Knows

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: angst, being depressed and heartbroken, being cheated on (implicit), being torn down by someone you thought loved you, fluff at the end

Summary: Your life changed six months ago when the one person you were in love with broke your heart--shattered it to pieces. It's been six months since you've smiled or had a happy thought. When you meet JJ, that all might change.

Square Filled: donut (2022) for @cmbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Six months ago, you were the life of the party. Six months ago, you were very happy. Six months ago, you had been so full of light and love that it gave your family a metaphorical toothache from how sweet you were being. Six months ago seems like a long time because now everything is different.

Now, you spend your days in your room with the curtains closed so that no light shines in. Now, you only get out of bed to go to work. Now, depression has set in ways you never thought depression could go. You don’t eat dinner with your family (if you eat at all), you don’t go out with them anymore, and you spend your time off in bed crying.

Six months ago, your world ended because the girl who you thought was the love of your life shattered your heart to pieces. That woman made you believe you were the best person in the world. She made you believe you had her heart. She allowed you to confide in her, you told her all your deepest secrets and thoughts, and she made you feel safe. Then, six months ago, she took every insecurity you had about yourself and every secret you told her and ripped you to shreds.

She spread rumors about you based on those insecurities, told your secrets around town, cheated on you, talked shit about you, and broke you down. The worst thing is she never told you why she did it. Did she ever love you? You two were together for a year before she completely turned against you. All that’s been in your head is the question, Why? Why did she do it? Why you?

Your mom and dad are sitting downstairs in the kitchen chatting when your mom hears you leave your room to go to the bathroom. She can hear you sniffling as if you had been crying recently. That’s all you do these days. All you do is cry and it breaks her heart.

“Richard, what are we going to do? How are we going to fix this? She can’t stay up there forever.”

“I don’t know. I wish I had a better answer,” he sighs.

“My baby is hurting and I don’t know how to help her. I mean, we’ve had our fair share of heartbreak but this seems like the worst of the worst. She really loved that girl.”

“We could take her to therapy.”

“No, that’ll only make it worse.” She looks over at the fridge and sees the grocery list taped to the door. “I’ll handle this.”

She gets up and treads carefully up the stairs. You’re already back in your room, in the dark, staring at the wall in shame. She knocks on your door before coming in without waiting for permission.

“Hey,” you sigh.

“Hey, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” All you can do is give her a shrug. She walks across your room to your window and yanks the curtains open. The room floods with natural light and you groan as you hide under the covers. “Come on. Ger up. You’re coming with me to the store.”

“I don’t want to,” you mumble.

“Y/N.” Shit, she even middle-named you. “Honey, it’s been six months.”

“It feels like yesterday,” you softly cry.

“No, no tears.” Your mom immediately sits down at the edge of the bed and pulls the covers back from you. She reaches out and wipes your cheeks. “Honey, I’ve been where you‘ve been. I had my heart broken before. I felt like the world was against me and I didn’t want to leave my bed. I know it hurts. I know it’s hard. I’m not saying it’s going to get better overnight but it will get better. All you need to do is take a step. A baby step. Get out of bed. That’s not so hard, is it?”

“I guess not.”

She helps you out of bed. You look so skinny from not eating as much as you used to. Your mom walks to the window and cracks it open to filter out the air inside the room. Staying cooped up in here isn’t good for you or the air. You don’t get dressed up too fancy to go to the store and opt to wear some sweats and a tank top with your hair pulled up in a messy bun.

“Do I have to go?” you groan as she brings you downstairs.

“Getting some exercise will be good for you. It’s just grocery shopping. I’ll even get you your favorite snack.”

Your mom drags you to the store that is crowded with people trying to do their shopping before the weekend. Your mom immediately goes to the bread aisle where the donuts and other sweets are. If you and your mom have one thing in common, it’s your love for desserts. She picks out a strawberry and chocolate one and holds them up side by side so you can see them.

“Strawberry of chocolate?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh.

“I’ll get both. I know they’ll be gone before tomorrow morning anyway,” she chuckles and puts both boxes in the cart.

She moves onto the first thing on her list while you trudge behind her. Your head is hung low so you’re not looking where you’re going. You knock into a person and reach out to steady yourself so you both don’t fall on your ass.

“I am so sorry.” You look up and see the most gorgeous woman ever. She is skinny, blonde, has blue eyes, and is a bit taller than you. She apologizes at the same time as you but you shake your head before she can say anything more. “No, it’s my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

The woman gives you a small smile and steps around you to continue with her grocery shopping. You stop walking to watch her descend the aisle. She picks up some rye bread and puts it into her cart before looking at her list. Your mom realizes that you’re not behind her and looks over her shoulder to see you staring at the woman. She grins and walks back over to you. She nudges you closer to the woman, and you look at her like she’s crazy.

“What are you doing?”

“Go for it.”

“What? No, let’s just hurry up so I can get back into bed.”

You look back at the woman who has moved further down the aisle. Your mom kind of pushes you away from her to give you forced courage. The sharp movement causes the blonde woman to look at you. She gives you a dazzling smile and your heart flutters with hope. This gives you the confidence to walk up to her since she’s already seen you heading her way.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” she smiles.

“My name is Y/N.”

“JJ.”

“Look, I don’t normally do this. I’m not dressed so cute, either. I think you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you. You look great. So comfy. I wish I could get into a pair of sweats and relax. Is it safe to assume you’re not seeing anyone?”

“Yeah,” you nod shyly.

“Sorry, am I reading this wrong? You don’t seem very comfortable.”

“No, no, it’s not that. I’ve been in a funk recently. I’m usually much more fun.”

“Well, when you come out of it, would you like to get coffee with me or something?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

You find yourself smiling at her request, even as she puts her number in your phone. You look back at your mom to see her already smiling at you. This is the first time she’s seen you smile in six months. JJ will be good for you, she just knows it.

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maskyish · 3 months

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Haruka Isumi - La’ Stiara 2024 Rabbitchat

Please note: I am NOT a professional and my level of JP is very, very basic. I do this for practice and to share with other fans for fun. Please take my translations with a grain of salt as there may be mistakes. If you see any, please let me know and I can correct them. If anyone else has this card and wants to translate this at any time then please feel free to do so!

Minami: Good morning, Isumi-san.

Minami: I fell asleep yesterday.

I’m sorry I didn’t see your rabbitchat

Minami:

Haruka: Morninggg Minami

why that stamp lol

Haruka: I sent it late so don’t worry about it

Minami: That’s true, it was about the time good children should be sleeping.

Did something happen?

Minami: You just said “you asleep?” so I was wondering.

Haruka: I’m not that good of a kid!

Haruka: I just wanted to tell you to get some sleep just in case you were still awake

Since you were having writer’s block lately with composing

Haruka: You looked like you didn’t get a lot of sleep yesterday

Minami: Oh my, I intended to hide it so it wouldn’t show on my face, but it seems you saw right through me.

Minami: You’re very kind, Isumi-san.

Haruka: It’s not like that!!!

Since everyone else besides me noticed too ⚡️

Haruka:

Minami:

Minami: I thought it was odd that Inumaru-san and Midou-san kept giving me sweets.

Minami: Even Utsugi-san suggested ordering ramen.

He said if I really wanted to eat it and unavoidable circumstances prevented me from going out, then I could have it delivered

Minami: But if I’m going to eat ramen then I would definitely go to a restaurant for it.

Haruka: I get your ramen obsession lol

Haruka: Touma and Torao were rabbitchatting me asking if it would be a good idea to give you some sleep goods, but it put me in a tough spot! 😤

Haruka: They just keep randomly sending me a bunch of links to stuff!

No matter how many times I tell them you aren’t the type to have that much stuff in your room, they just don’t listen 😤 ⚡️

Minami: You’re all so adorable.

They’re relying on you, aren’t they Isumi-san?

Minami: I’ll be sure to send a thank you text later

Haruka: True! That’s why you should rely on me like everyone else does Minami

Minami: I will. I’ll depend on you next time

Minami: Actually, I finished it yesterday. The new song, I mean.

Minami:

Haruka:

Haruka: Hell yeah!!! Let me listen to it during our dance lesson today!!!!

Haruka: Ahhhhh, but I’m going to be a bit late todayyyy……!!!!

Minami: You have the La’ Stiara shoot today, right?

Haruka: Don’t let everyone listen to it before I get there!! Please 😭😭😭

Minami: Of course. We’ll wait for you

Minami: Please do your best during the photoshoot.

You must have practiced your poses and facial expressions for today, right?

Haruka: Wha

Haruka: How did you know?!

Minami: Just a feeling.

You’re the type of person who has a very strong stage presence, but you’re always working hard

Haruka: M-maybe

Haruka: Then you also knew that I asked Utsugi-san to send me past La’ Stiara issues for reference…?

Minami: I didn’t know that much.

Haruka: Then I just said it on my own!!!!!!

Minami: It’s something wonderful, I don’t think you need to hide it.

Minami: I do know that yesterday in the dressing room you spilled donut filling and got chocolate on your clothes so you were feeling down about it

Haruka: You

Haruka: You saw that…..?

Minami: On your left hem.

Sorry, I was just wondering whether or not it came off?

Haruka: My grandma taught me how to remove stains so I got it off......

Haruka: But I hid it so nobody could see it...!!!!

Haruka:

Minami: Speaking of, Inumaru-san and Midou-san were worried that you perhaps injured your leg since you were hiding your left hem with your hand.

Haruka: lol

Why don’t they just ask the person themselves lolol

Minami: We’re all like that, aren’t we?

Haruka: Trueee.

We’re not very good at the important stuff

Haruka: Hey Minami, don’t forget to take care of yourself more, okay?

Get more sleep

Minami: I’ll do my best.

Minami: For reference, what do you do to take care of yourself, Isumi-san?

Haruka: 1. I eat a lot of sweets or

2. I eat a lot of delicious food with Grandma

Minami: Food is the way after all, like ramen

Haruka: 3. Everyone sings the music made by Minami

Haruka: That’s the best way, right?

Minami: The best.

Minami: I’m excited for you to hear it today

Haruka:

Minami:

#i7 #idolish7 #idolish7 translation #haruka isumi #minami natsume

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 6 months

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Could you do 18, Apple picking 🍎 with ponyboy please. I just went apple picking yesterday (got some apple cider and apple cider donuts too!) so this seems cute and fitting.

Apple Picking

“Catch!”

Y/N didn’t bother to wait before they dropped the apple, trusting Ponyboy to get it in the basket as they reached for another apple. The ladder beneath their feet was rickety, the result of too many years of use and a poorly put-together shed to live in. Y/N didn’t mind. They rocked up on their toes, bracing themself on the flat top of the ladder to snag another apple from the green branches. They dropped that one for Ponyboy too, smiling when they heard the thud of the apple against the wicker basket.

“A little more warning would be nice,” Ponyboy grumbled from the ground. “If you keep droppin’ ‘em like that, we won’t have any to take home.”

Y/N shifted on the ladder, wincing at the creaking sounds it made in response, and perched at the top to look down at Ponyboy. He was frowning up at them. His eyebrows pinched in the middle as he shuffled the basket in his arms, trying to smooth out the apples without dropping the whole thing on the ground.

“Everyone is doing the same thing, Ponybabe,” Y/N defended, waving to the various clumps of students they were surrounded by. For a field trip, heading to the local apple orchards wasn’t a bad way to spend the day. Sure, they had to listen to a speech at the beginning from the owner, a general talk about owning a farm and how to keep it, but Y/N and Pony had been whispering to each other the whole time, hands linked as they stood in the crowd. After the owner had said his piece, the students were set loose on the orchard, split into pairs, and given wicker baskets. Each pair had one basket they were allowed to fill up and then split in half to take home and do whatever they wanted.

“Well, I don’t care about everyone else,” Ponyboy shot back. “Darry said he wanted apples to make a pie and I plan on bringing him more than enough apples.”

“You can have all of mine, I promise.” Y/N reached up again, kicking their feet as they plucked one, two, three more apples from the branches and cradled them in their arms. “You think I could juggle these?”

Pony looked like he was dangerously close to leaving the apple bucket on the ground and moving on to find a new partner who wouldn’t mess around as much. Darry was serious about his apples and Pony wasn’t too keen on the idea of going home without enough apples. He lifted the wicker basket expectantly and gave Y/N a bored look.

“Just drop ‘em in before you hurt yourself.”

Y/N did so, but not without pausing to pout. “You’re no fun.”

Pony pushed the apples back out in the bucket, balancing it on his knee while he made more room. He kept an eye on Y/N while he did so. That ladder certainly wasn’t the strongest thing and they kept kicking their legs like they couldn’t care less.

“We’ve got room for maybe five more,” Pony said, tucking the basket under his arm and settling it on his hip. “Maybe six we smush them.”

“You think we could do seven?” Y/N asked, reaching up and starting to yank more apples down. “Then we could eat two on the bus home.”

Ponyboy stumbled to catch the apples they were starting to drop instead of answering. He shot them an unimpressed look but they didn’t see, too busy tugging at more apples. They dropped them as well and Ponyboy caught the one in his hand right before it hit the ground.

“That’s all the room we got,” Ponyboy said, shifting the basket again to try and redistribute the weight. “We can’t fit anymore.”

Y/N climbed down the ladder, far faster than Ponyboy thought was truly safe for such an unsteady piece of wood, and grinned at Pony once their feet were on the ground. “Enough apples for you?”

“Ask Darry when we get back,” Pony answered, the corner of his mouth turning up. “He’ll probably tell you we should’ve gotten more.”

“You’re too rough on him, ya know?” Y/N replied absently. They ran their hands over the apples, picking out two of the biggest, reddest apples of the bunch. “He’s just trying his best. Now come on, if we get to the bus first, we get first pick of where we sit on the way back.”

They gave Pony a small smile before biting savagely into one of the apples and turning on their heel.

“You’re not gonna help me carry this?”

“I think you’re doin’ just fine by yourself!”

Y/N did turn back to help Pony lug the heavy basket all the way to the bus and the two of them snagged a seat in the back row of the bus. They leaned against each other on the way back to school, their apples on the seat between them, as they crunched on the two extras in their hands.

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders x reader #dillo’s writing #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy curtis x reader

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lackadaisicallizard · 7 months

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Monologues

James didn’t choose to do Drama.

He got put into it because he missed the deadline for subject selection and so he basically treats it as an excuse to muck around and mess with the props he’s been told time and time again to leave alone.

So actually, he spends a large majority of his time not in Drama class, but standing outside it because “if you aren’t going to respect the space then you won’t be in it.”

James doesn’t see the problem in his actions. What’s the point in doing Drama if he can’t have any fun?

That question results in a stern glare from his teacher. Apparently James’ commitment to the character born from the clown mask he found in the costume cupboard ‘wasn’t appropriate for their unit on post-war German theatre’ and had ‘ruined the entire exercise’.

The lesson following that one starts with a serious talk from his teacher about being on his best behaviour because they are being joined by the Drama class from the year below for a workshop with an industry professional and it is not an excuse for him to ‘act the clown’.

“I thought you liked my performance yesterday, Miss.”

“Do you want to spend the lesson in the front office?”

“Not particularly.”

“Then pack it in.”

And while he tells his teacher that he will sit quietly and pay attention, not one person in the room believes him, including James himself. He is not at all invested in the workshop because he is not at all invested in the subject.

“Is anyone feeling brave enough to have a go at the monologue we just broke down?” The guy running the workshop asks about twenty minutes in. James is on his third and final warning.

“No.” James knows who his teacher’s comment is directed at even without her having to look at him. He settles back down in his chair with a huff.

There’s silence from the room as they wait for an alternative volunteer. Eventually a voice speaks up. “I’ll do it.”

James watches as a figure stands up and makes his way to the front.

Regulus Black.

He had no idea that Sirius’ brother was in this class, had no idea that he had any interest in Drama, even, and James doesn’t at all know what to expect from the boy who was similar and yet vastly different from his best friend.

And then he begins.

“That day we walked right through town. Past the donut shop, past the miniature gold course, past the Chevron station. And he opened the bottle up and offered it to me.”

And James watches.

Oh, he watches.

“We walked until we drank the whole thing dry. And we never said a word the whole time.”

Regulus doesn’t rush the words. He takes his time, like he knows every person in that room will hang on to every single one.

He’s right.

“We walked right up to the front porch and he rang the bell and I remember getting real nervous because I wasn’t expecting to visit anybody.”

His tone is natural and his facial expressions soft. James’ mind captures each one as he talks, Regulus’ eyes flickering from one person to the next, like he’s having a conversation.

It’s beautiful. He’s beautiful.

“And then through the doorway, behind them both, I see this girl.”

His eyes still. They happen to be on James. James is fairly sure this is the longest he’s ever gone without talking. His teacher must be very suspicious.

Regulus pauses. “She just appears. She’s just standing there, staring at me and we can’t take our eyes off each other.”

James knows the feeling.

“It was like we knew each other from somewhere but we couldn’t place where. But the second we saw each other, that very second, we knew we’d never stop being in love.”

The final word falls into the silence of the room. A pin drop could be heard.

And just like that James is invested in Drama. He finally sees the purpose.

It’s for moments like this.

And for the moment that he fell in love.

#marauders #james potter #jegulus #regulus black #I’m really in my theatre era #James would be a pain to have in class #regulus would slay dramatic monologues #the play it’s from is fools for love by sam shepard

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hearts-hunger · 1 year

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Summary: You and Josh celebrate Valentine's Day. || Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x Reader | Genre: Fluff | Word Count: 2.1k | Warnings: None!

A/N: Happy day after Valentine's! Sorry I didn't get this out yesterday, but I hope it's cute enough to make up for it! ♡

You stood outside the studio in the chilly February evening, watching the street lamps come on as you waited for your boyfriend. Josh and the boys had been working long days in the studio; today was no exception, even with it being Valentine's Day. You understood that they had work to get done, and you were happy to be patient and have your celebration with Josh when he was done.

Still, you hadn't been able to resist showering him with little treats throughout the day. You’d brought him and the boys red and pink frosted donuts that morning, and you'd brought Josh’s favorite takeout for lunch in the afternoon. You’d texted him love notes as he worked, and he’d responded to your most recent one with a kissy face and almost done in here, be out soon; you watched the door eagerly and imagined what sort of plans Josh would have for the rest of your night.

After a few more minutes of waiting, the door opened and Josh came out looking for you. He was happy to see you, and you felt a glow in your chest as he came over to you with a big, sweet smile. He didn’t say anything, just took your in a tight bear hug and gave a long, contented sigh.

“Hi, baby,” he said after a moment. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too, honey.” You pulled back just enough to give him a kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

He grinned. “Happy Valentine's Day,” he said. “You want to see what I got you?”

You nodded, watching with excitement as he pulled something out of his jacket pocket. He presented his gift to you with a boyish smile.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said. In his hand was a singular, pink, heart-shaped lollipop.

“Oh,” you said, before you could stop yourself. You tried to quiet the part of you that was a little disappointed; you didn’t need anything for Valentine’s to know Josh loved you, and it was a sweet gesture even if it was a little... simple.

“You don’t like it?” he asked.

You looked up at him. “Oh, no, I love it,” you said quickly. You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“It’s pink lemonade,” he said, and you could tell he was regretting his choice of gift. “Just like you like.”

“It is my favorite flavor,” you agreed.

He fished in his pocket and pulled out another one.

“I have one for me too,” he said. “I thought...” He rubbed the back of his neck, bashful, and you took pity on your poor boyfriend who only thought to get you a lollipop for Valentine’s.

“You thought what?” you asked.

He shrugged. “I thought it would be nice to sit out here on the sidewalk like we always do and talk for a little bit. And have lollipops.” He gave you a smile that was more of a grimace. “I dropped the ball pretty hard on this one, huh?”

Your smile was fond and forgiving. “No, honey. I think that sounds wonderful. Thank you for thinking of it.” Even if you had been imagining more than one piece of candy, you liked the idea of sitting and talking for a while.

You sat down on the edge of the sidewalk, tugging on his hand to get him to sit next to you. He did, holding his hand out to take your lollipop wrapper when you opened it.

“Let me take a picture,” you said, holding your lollipop out in front of you. “Hold yours up too.”

He did, and you snapped a picture of the pink and red candies in the light of the warm street lamp. You turned your phone towards him.

“Big smile,” you said.

He gave you a beaming grin. “Big smile!”

You laughed and took the picture, knowing you’d cherish that one as long as you lived. Josh was your sunshine no matter what, and his smile never failed to draw one out from you.

You put your phone away and leaned close for a kiss. He gave you a goofy muah.

“A real one,” you giggled.

He smiled and kissed you properly, slow and deep and sugary-sweet. “I love you, baby.”

You draped your arm over his shoulder and played with his hair while you caught your breath.

“I love you too, Josh,” you said softly. “And I love my Valentine’s gift. Just being with you is perfect.”

He kissed you again for a long while, and even after he asked you to tell him how your day was, he often interrupted you with soft kisses. When your lollipops were gone, you shared the last American Spirit in his pack; you talked and laughed on the sidewalk like you used to do before you were dating, just enjoying each other’s company. You’d spent countless hours out here in front of the studio as friends, both of you flirting with each other but too afraid to make a move; as much as you’d loved it then, you loved it even more now that you were a couple.

“You ready to head home?” Josh asked after a while. “I’ll make dinner.”

“Pizza, please,” you said.

He grinned. “Now, who could have guessed that?” Though Josh would readily admit that his twin had taken most of the talent in the cooking department, everyone agreed that Josh’s homemade pizza was unmatched, and you often asked him to make it for you.

He took your hand as he stood, the two of you walking together to where you’d parked the Jeep. Josh let you pick the music as he drove home, and you put on Aerie.

“You have excellent taste in music,” Josh said. “Whoever turned you on to John Denver must be a musical genius.”

You lightly punched his shoulder. “Musical genius, huh?”

He laughed. “Yeah. Wouldn’t you say so?”

You leaned your head against his arm. “Yeah, I’d say so.”

Josh sang or hummed along at various points; as you always did, you loved to listen to his voice.

“John Denver’s version of this song is better than the original,” Josh said confidently when “Everyday” came on. “The way he plays with the cadence, makes it folksy — listen.”

You smiled as you looked over at him. You’d heard the song plenty of times, but you liked to watch Josh feel the music as he sang it.

“Love like yours will surely come my way,” he sang, each note warm with admiration for the style of one of his favorite musicians. “Love like ours will sure be here to stay.”

You played with his free hand, running your fingers over his knuckles. “You’re right. His version is better.”

Josh smiled over at you. “That’s my girl.”

When you arrived home, Josh declined your offer to help him get his things out of the back of the car.

“You go on inside,” he said. “It’s only one or two things I have to grab.”

You did as he said, happy to be home; you unlocked the front door and slipped your shoes off before you came into the living room.

“Oh!”

The living room of your apartment was decorated top to bottom in festive, tasteful decorations put up with careful attention to detail. Dozens of hand-cut construction paper hearts were taped to the walls; polaroids of you and Josh were interspersed among them, each one a sweet or goofy moment from the past six months since you’d started dating. Glittery balloons and red streamers trailing down from the ceiling framed the nest of pillows and blankets carefully set up around a cutting board full of snacks and a bottle of wine. White fairy lights crisscrossed overhead, giving the whole scene a soft, cosy glow.

You ran back outside and fairly tackled Josh with a hug. He laughed as he caught you against him.

“What’s this for?” he teased.

“Oh, you —! Joshua Kiszka, I can’t stand you sometimes!” You pulled him down for a kiss. “And you let me believe you got me a lollipop for Valentine’s.”

He chuckled. “I did, didn’t I? I just forgot to mention all the other stuff I got you.”

He went inside with you, and he wore a bashful but pleased smile when you gushed over how pretty it looked and how much you loved the effort he’d gone to.

“You like it?” he asked, taking you in his arms.

You beamed up at him. “I love it. Thank you, Josh.”

“My pleasure, sweetheart.” He kissed your nose. “Stay here for just one minute, okay?”

You smiled. “What now?”

He smirked. “I guess you’ll just have to be patient, now won’t you?”

He went down the hall to your bedroom, and you had a few chocolate-covered strawberries while you waited for him to come back.

“Bath’s almost ready for you, baby,” Josh said when he returned. “I put out some pajamas for you on the bed, too.”

“Thank you,” you said, touched that he’d done even more for you even after all this.

He smiled. “You’re welcome, love. Why don’t you go unwind for a while, and I’ll get started on your pizza, hm?”

You kissed him again before you left, and you listened to him singing the same song from the drive home as he started making dinner — come what may, do you ever long for true love from me? You went into the bathroom, your heart wobbling as you saw he’d left you dozens of red sticky notes in the shape of a heart on the mirror, each one bearing a handwritten note.

To my beloved, the middle one read in his messy, lovely handwriting. Happy Valentine’s Day, baby!

He’d set the tub to fill, and while you waited you read each note where he told you how beautiful you were and how much he loved you. The tub was bedecked with candles and rose-petal bath salts, and you sank into the luxuriously warm water when it was ready.

After a few minutes, you heard a knock on the door. “Baby?”

“Come in,” you said, and you smiled when Josh peeked around the door.

“I brought you some wine,” he said. He came in and handed you a glass, clinking his own against it. “Bajabule.”

You smiled up at him. “Can you stay for a minute?”

“Oh, if you insist,” he teased. He sat on the edge of the tub, and you took a moment to admire him in the candlelight. He looked cosy and warm in his soft white sweater, his cheeks rosy from the heat of the bath, and his curls shone gold as he ran his hand through them.

“Thank you for doing all this for me,” you said.

He grinned. “You’re very welcome, baby. I almost caved earlier, at the studio — you looked so sad that I’d only gotten you one single lollipop. I wanted to tell you so bad.”

You gave a soft laugh. “I didn’t mean to be unhappy,” you said. “I would have loved it even if that’s all you’d done.”

He leaned down to kiss you, and you touched a hand to his jaw.

“I love you,” he said gently.

“I love you too.”

He kissed you languidly for a few moments, then gave you a last, reluctant-to-leave kiss.

“Let me go make sure your pizza’s not burning,” he said. “We can watch a movie or something when you’re ready.”

“Our movie?” you asked.

He chuckled. “Sure, baby.”

When you’d gotten out of the tub and dressed in the cosy pajamas Josh set out for you, you went back out to the living room to join him for dinner. The two of you watched Dirty Dancing as you ate; when the pizza was gone, you shared the snacks and opened the second bottle of wine.

By the end of the movie, both of you were giggly and flushed, steadily getting more tipsy and more handsy with each other. Josh was singing “now I’ve had the time of my life,” in a deep, exaggerated voice; you laughed and moved close to him, peppering his face with kisses.

“Did you have a good Valentine's Day, baby?” he asked, his smile warm against your cheek as he kissed you.

“Of course I did,” you said. You straddled his waist and loved the way his cheeks pinked as he looked up at you with love and desire.

“I think I know the perfect way to end it,” you said, carding your hands through his hair. “What do you think?”

He sighed against your mouth. “I think you’ve got some killer ideas, baby.”

His hands wandered over you, wanting and gentle and speaking of his love for you in more than words. This had been what you wanted for Valentine's Day, and though you loved and cherished Josh’s kindness to you, you knew you would have been happy just to be close to him.

You cradled his face in your hands and kissed him.

“I love you, Josh,” you said. “Happy Valentine's Day.”

He smiled and kissed you back. “Happy Valentine's Day, baby. I love you too.”

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I need a lovelight pumpkin patch story!! Pumpkin patch, corn maze or maybe just hay bales, piping hot cider. Sophie's apple cider donuts, along with other fall offerings! Romantic apple picking, maybe bobbing for apples? Although that's unsanitary. Whatever strikes your fancy!

You know what? Me too! All the fall feels! While I have a plan for a lovelights au fic that spans all seasons and will touch on the chaotic festivals that happen in Aubrey, here’s a small snippet of the annual corn maze race a year after that planned fic 😉

October 2024

Autumn in Aubrey was perhaps her favorite time of year.

“You say that about every season,” Sophie replied, smiling knowingly as she packed up some freshly made apple cider donuts into a box.

Kate sighed happily. Yeah, that was true.

It didn’t matter what time of year— she loved it here.

The back door of the bakehouse swung open then, revealing Anthony and Benedict holding two large coffee/tea dispensers.

“Ms. Agatha wants these back first thing,” Anthony told them as he and his brother placed the containers on the countertop, ready to be filled with Sophie homemade apple cider (a kid’s version and an adult version.) “And cleaned ‘properly.’”

From the way Anthony’s face was pinched, Kate knew the old woman hadn’t released her containers easily, even though she was joining them tonight.

Sophie must have known it too, by how she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

It had been two years since Ms. Agatha insulted Sophie for over-mixing her batter, and she had not let it go. A slow, low burning rivalry simmered between the two women and as much as Kate would love for them to reconcile, she could not help but enjoy the by-product of their feud—exceptionally delicious baked goods. Which she was enjoying more than ever, recently.

“Nearly ready?” Ben asked after they ladled the drinks into their containers (Ben probably pouring more liquor than he should in the adult container), and Sophie finished packing the last remaining tray of treats.

“Yep!” Sophie said brightly, gesturing to the eight boxes before her.

“God, Soph. How much did you make?”

Sophie swatted him in the stomach. “Do not judge! Do you know how big your family is? Plus Simon, Mary, Edwina, Ms. Agatha, Michael, John—”

“John isn’t here, he has a game.” Kate informed her, “But I think Eloise brought Penelope with her. And I will happily pick up the slack so there aren't too many leftovers.” She opened a box and pulled out a donut and bit into the sugary goodness and let out a little involuntarily moan. Sophie really was some sort of baking fairy.

“Should we leave you two alone?” Anthony quipped, then dodged Kate’s half-hearted swat in his direction.

“You’re just jealous,” she remarked back, and Anthony merely winked at her as he and Ben filled the drink containers.

“Enough, you two,” Ben interrupted, knowing how far they could take this if left unchecked. “Let’s get going. Everyone’s waiting for us.”

Sophie started to hand her boxes. “Kate, can you carry—?”

“Simon’s coming to help,” Anthony said abruptly, “He can carry them.”

Kate shot her husband a look, but luckily Ben and Sophie did not question him and went on to carry the stuff out of the bakehouse where Simon was approaching, ready to help. They all headed to the field where the rest of their family and friends were waiting. It was late October, and Halloween was approaching. That left only one Bridgerton Family tradition left to do for the fall season— the corn maze. Anthony had finished making it yesterday and everyone had gathered to try it out before they opened it to the public.

While for their guests on the farm, it was supposed to be a nice, leisurely activity, it was anything but this late afternoon. As most things with the Bridgertons, this was a competition. There were two objectives of the game— fastest time, and avoid getting shot by Anthony and his BB gun who acted as the “minotaur”. As the creator of the maze, it was unanimously decided he could not compete. It didn't b matter though. Anthony loved a chance to torment his siblings.

Last year, Colin got so lost in the maze it took him nearly three hours to compete. And by how pale Colin looked right now, maybe he was recalling that fact.

“Colin,” Kate sucked in a breath. “You look awful. Are you okay?”

Colin seemed to blanch, then smiled at her uneasily. “Peachy.”

Kate was about to ask him if he was sure, when Eloise said, “He’s sick.” Anthony discreetly pulled Kate away a few steps, putting some distance between her and his brother. “That’s what you get for doing the apple bobbing at the Fall Festival last week,” Eloise huffed, “In what world did you think that was a good idea? Think of all the germs.”

“The Collins kids went before you I think, and I think he had the flu,” Penelope hummed sympathetically.

Violet piped up then, grimacing. “He most certainly did. He was sick all over me on Tuesday.”

Colin made a little noise then, which Kate was nearly certain was a gag, as he slumped down on a picnic table bench, looking as if he really wanted to be in the fetal position.

“Maybe sit this one out, bud,” Ben said, patting him on the back, and Colin let out a noise in which Kate could only assume he agreed, seeing as standing posed difficulty at this moment.

“Here,” Anthony said, putting a piping cup of cider and a bottle of water in front of him. “Hydrate.”

“Thanks,” Colin half slurred, waving them off, “Go on without me.” He looked at Penelope. “Make sure you win, Pen. I got money on you.”

Penelope pinkened slightly, but nodded.

Kate left Penelope blushing, as Eloise— who was oblivious to her best friend's crush on her brother —started on a tangent about how she was going to win the maze and went to help set up the spread. In a slightly new part of the tradition of the corn maze day, Kate had added a little picnic/buffet situation to the day. Sophie brought the desserts, Violet brought some sort of crockpot/slow roast for sandwiches, Anthony made soup, and Mary brought her butternut squash raviolis and sage sauce.

Kate smiled to herself as she watched her step-mom happily chatting with Violet and Ms Agatha as they laughed over something or other. Mary had moved to Aubrey over the summer and it made her heart happy to have her so close now. Anthony wrapped an arm around her, giving her look as if to say he knew exactly what she was thinking. And he probably did.

“So,” Michael said, slinking up next to them with Edwina and Francesca in tow. “I’m being told that I might be shot at?”

“Yep!” Kate replied brightly, and Michael looked at her like she had gone insane. To be fair, he often gave her this look nowadays. He’s told her multiple times how she’s drank the cool aid on this town.

“Shoot at me Bridgerton and I will kick you in the balls,” Edwina told Anthony, and Anthony's expression tightened a fraction. He knew Edwina well enough that she was dead serious.

“You should probably start warming up,” Kate told him— who in turn looked baffled— then looked at Francesca. “Did you tell him about the hide and seek rules?” His eyes flicked to Michael and Edwina. “There’s no pushing allowed by the way. Instant disqualification.”

Michael shook his head. “The more I hear, the more troubling this becomes.”

“You should see them at Easter,” Kate shook her head. “That’s the real bloodbath. Pushing is allowed then.”

“But no gouging,” Fran helpfully added, obviously enjoying Michael’s despair over these weird family traditions and rules.

“What about shanking?” Michael joked.

Anthony hummed thoughtfully as his brows pulled together. “Not officially, but we should probably write that down. I wouldn’t put it past Eloise.”

“That reminds me,” Kate said, looking at Michael again, “Watch out for Hyacinth, she will go for your kneecaps.”

They all turned to look over at the teenage girl who was a few feet away. Hyacinth saw them and looked Michael dead in the eye, completely deadpan, and proceeded to give him the universal you’re dead gesture. Kate was pretty sure she heard Michael swear under his breath before Hyacinth broke out into giggles and skipped away.

Michael actually started to look nervous then, which was very unlike him. “I need a drink,” he stated, and stalked over to the cider stand.

“I’m gonna get set up,” Anthony said with a kiss to her temple. Kate waved him off, and Edwina and Frannie decided to help themselves to seconds. They asked Kate to come along with them but she waved them off.

She just wanted to stand there for a moment.

Kate took a long, deep breath, enjoying the crispness of the air as she looked around at the beauty around her. They had come to the golden hour, and on this perfect day the vibrant reds, yellows and oranges felt other worldly against the backdrop of the clear blue sky only topped by the breathtaking mouton peaks. The sound of laughter and chatter filled the air as her family and friends mingled and ate. Kate tried to savor the moments like these. It was so easy to walk through life blindly, not even seeing or enjoying moments like these. And she had done it for so many years. She wanted to relish every happy moment that came her way. She wanted to appreciate everything she had.

Kate watched as Daphne split from the group and started to walk her way, two cups in hand. She stopped when she reached Kate and extended a cup to her.

She looked at the cup. “Oh, um,” Kate hesitated, “Which—?”

Daphne laughed, and pushed the cup into her hand. “The normal one, of course. I wouldn’t give the spiked one to you in your condition.”

Kate’s head whipped up. “How did you—?”

Daphne gave her a bemused look. “Anthony isn’t exactly subtle. He hasn’t let you pick up a thing and constantly wants to sit down. Not to mention he walks around like he’s on cloud nine and you smile like you have a special secret. Plus you come to the store once a week to look at baby onesies. And, well…” Daphne laid a hand on her own stomach. “One knows the signs.”

Kate was sure she let out a little squeak when she caught her meaning. “Oh my God, Daphne!”

Daphne hushed her, looking around to see if anyone heard them, but was grinning from ear to ear when she looked back at Kate. “Yeah, we’re really happy. We’ll tell everyone at Thanksgiving.” Daphne looked over to where Simon and Amelia were. Amelia was currently trying to steal the donut Simon had in hand, and she had the cutest pout when Simon moved it away.

She couldn’t wait to watch Anthony be with their own little one.

“When are you telling everyone?” Daphne asked.

“Today,” she replied, “we wanted to wait to get everyone together and tell them in person.” It was hard to get everyone together, especially with Edwina, Michael and Frannie being in the city.

Daphne reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’m really happy for you both.”

“What are you happy about?” Anthony asked as he walked over to them.

Daphne didn’t say anything, instead smiled knowingly and gave her brother's arm a squeeze before heading back to join her own family.

“What was that about?” Anthony asked quietly, one brow raised as his arm circled her waist.

Kate smiled. “Daphne knows. Apparently we are not inconspicuous.”

Anthony chuckled softly. It was one of her favorite sounds. “Oops. Good thing the cat will be out of the bag by the end of the night.”

Kate leaned her head on his shoulder, smiling to herself. She couldn’t wait. She was fit to burst with this secret.

“I think it’s time,” Anthony murmured, giving her one last gentle squeeze before he stepped away and yelled out to ask if everyone was ready. Kate watched as he walked away, and the excited looks of everyone as they started to ready themselves.

Kate took another look as the sun started to set, the pumpkins they had carved and lit glowing steadily as Simon started to light the couple of fireplaces they had dragged over.

Kate smiled to herself and let out a happy sigh as she pulled her coat more closely around her.

Soon the brilliant colors would fade, leaving the muted browns and grays in their wake as the Earth died and the cold set in.

The nights would become long and the cold would bite, but Kate would barely feel. Not when she was surrounded by all this love.

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If It’s Meant to Be

Part 10

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!! Mistreatment of Alphas (yeah, you read that right)

Word Count: 2595

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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Y/N’s POV:

It took what felt like an eternity for Beau’s name to be called at the local Helena Rapid Care center. Y/N was pretty sure that it was because he was an Alpha, and one with the Rut hormone still present in his bloodwork, because they were literally the only ones there, and they didn’t even call them back into a private room until the Alpha Doctor, John Carter, that had saw him when he’d gone in for his gunshot wound had sown up to the center, still drinking his coffee and walking around eating his donut like he could care less that Beau and Y/N had been sitting alone in that cold waiting room with Beau running what Y/N had guess was a pretty impressive fever, and totally uncomfortable, for more than an hour. So much for ‘rapid care’, honestly it was a good thing the man wasn’t bleeding, because he would have bled to death before they decided to call him back.

When they did finally call his name, the Beta male nurse walked them to an exam room in the very back of the building, and demanded that Y/N help ‘her Alpha’, change into a hospital gown, before leaving only to return with two different male nurses, one of which was an Omega who looked completely terrified to even be in the same room with Beau, JUST so that he could draw a blood sample.

Y/N could tell that Beau wasn’t used to being treated this way. He was the sheriff; mostly respected in the small town. He wasn’t a danger to anyone, and even though Y/N and Beau had their issues, she was sure that even if he was in full fledged rut, he’d never hurt a hair on anyone’s head. Hell, he’d shown her his gun, and told her to fucking shoot him if she felt that he’d hurt during his rut!! He was never a threat to anyone and the way they were treating him made her blood boil.

Sure, there were some really bad Alpha’s out there. Some of them were dangerous. Some of them used Omegas and Betas as if they were nothing more than a wet whole to knot. Property. Beau was NOT one of those Alphas, and the fact that they seemed to make that assumption about him, and treat him as such, was just fucking rude and hurtful. Not to mention he already felt horrible anyway.

When the door shut, Beau, completely uncharacteristic to the way he’d treated her from the moment she’d picked him up at the hospital yesterday, had slid closer to her in the chairs they had them sitting in and leaned his head against her shoulder. They could have at least supplied him with an exam room that had a bed, but apparently they couldn’t be bothered to have him that close to the main desk, so they had shoved him in this little room with just two straight back chairs. Y/N shifted so that he could at least lean into her more comfortably as she set there stewing in her anger. She wasn’t sure how she’d pull it off, because as far as rights go, Omegas had very little rights, but she was definitely going to contact Jenny and Beau’s other partner they called ‘Popcorn’, to make a formal complaint against this place, regardless of whatever happened between Beau and Y/N. This was cruel.

She was just about to say, ‘fuck it’, and get Beau dressed to take him across town to another hospital that might at least treat him like another human being instead of a fucking rabid dog, when a loud rap sounded on the door, and Carter opened it.

“Okay, let’s have a look at that shoulder, '' he announced, ignoring Y/N completely and stalking over to Beau with the full air of an annoyed Alpha as Beau sat up straight next to her. “Then we will go over your blood panel with you that was drawn when they brought you back here.”

The sound that the chair he dragged across the linoleum floor made Y/N flinch as he settled himself in front of Beau, and started to unwrap his shoulder. Beau just kept his head down, clearly he felt like utter crap for even having to come here, the least this douchebag could do was be a little more respectful to him, but Y/N guessed that he was in a mood, and just didn't care.

“Your shoulder looks fine,” he announced after a moment before he started to rewrap it.

“But it hurts worse,” Beau protested, and the doctor shot a glare in Y/N’s direction that left little to no doubt that the doctor’s source of annoyance was actually HER rather than Beau.

“That’s because the fever is burning off the pain medication before you can really get much relief from it,” he answered sternly. “Which brings me to the next issue I want to address here.”

The doctor stepped back and glared at Y/N as if he hated her very being, and she sank back in the chair to make herself smaller in spite of herself. Honestly, she hated looking weak in front of a room full of Alphas.

“Has anyone ever explained to you how your body’s function? How your hormones, especially the all important Alpha Rut Hormone is produced?”

Both Beau and Jenny just look at one another in confusion before shaking their heads and looking back towards the doctor, who pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head in exasperation.

“The Alpha Male Rut hormone is stored and produced, in the testicals, much like testosterone. When a male successfully ejaculates, the hormone, along with a strong dose of testosterone and live sperm is released from the body. That’s why in order for the rut to pass, he needs to find a mate to help him, OR, if he’s young enough, he can manage with toys and just self ejaculation until enough of the hormone has left the body, and the rut passes.”

Both Beau and Y/N were staring at the doctor like a deer caught in headlights, but Y/N was pretty sure that she knew what the doctor was getting at, and slowly, Beau seemed to catch up too.

“But I’m not in rut,” Beau argued, “and my shoulder isn’t infected, so what are you getting at? Why am I running a fever?”

“When your body is not able to release the Rut Hormones in the way the creator, or biology, whatever you believe in, intended, it is cycled through the system and back into the body, causing a rut fever, which is exactly what you have. You have so much of the Rut Hormone present in your bloodwork this morning, I’m surprised you’re not feral.”

Beau looked down at his lap, blushing deeply under the doctor’s gaze, and Y/N temper rose as her nostrils flared. So this is how they treat sick Alphas who might be feral? Like rabid dogs?

“The only way you’re going to get rid of the fever and not go feral, is for that Omega you have over there in the corner of the room get off of whatever prude horse she’s riding on right now, and do what nature intended the pair of you to do, because the fever is going to literally fry your brain, and you’re going to be nothing but a drooling, feral mess that someone will have to put down.”

The sound that erupted from Beau’s chest damn near made Y/N fall out of the chair she was sitting in. He shot to his feet so fast, with his hand around the doctor’s throat, that she didn’t even really see the movement, until she registered that he had the doctor around the neck, and was attempting to choke the man to death.

“Never speak about my Omega like that again, or I will snap your skinny little neck. Do you understand me?” the Alpha warned, and the doctor could only gasp and nod as Beau dropped him to the ground.

“Get him dressed and out of here, I’m no longer going to be your primary provider,” the doctor said as he stood to his feet and adjusted his lab coat before storming out of the door.

Beau stood there angry and breathing heavily between Y/N and the doctor until the door was closed, at which point Beau turned to her, shame and disgusted clearly plastered over his face.

Y/N stood slowly, approaching the Alpha as if he could snap on her at any moment, because honestly, she wasn’t sure what to make of him. He’d never stood up to anyone about her before, and it wasn’t something she expected, but if the doctor was right, and the hormone was present in his system that heavily, he was dangerous, and could indeed snap if he was set off.

“Come on Beau,” she said, grabbing his shirt and showing it to him. “Let’s get you dressed and take you home.”

Beau’s eyes lingered on her for a moment before he let her help him out of the hospital gown, he didn’t say a word, just stared at the floor. The grim silence that fell around him was almost palpable, and she wondered if this is what it was like in the final moments that someone had just accepted their fate, and given up. Sheer, painful, utterly silent loss.

Beau’s POV:

Beau’s feet felt as if they weighed 1,000 lbs as he followed Y/N out of the clinic through the back door, because they refused to let him walk through the front of the clinic, into the cold, sleeting rain. His shoulder was screaming in pain, and his chest felt as if it weighed a million tons with each breath he took as he did his best to stave off the impending panic attack.

This was it, the end of the road for him. He was going ‘home’ to die on the couch of the one person that could save his life, and honestly, it was his own fault. He was the one that stupidly made her hate him. He was the one that pushed her away. He was the one who refused to do what instinct told him to do the night she showed up at his trailer, all because he thought she deserved better at her age than to be stuck with someone that carried as much baggage from his past as he did. He’d created the recipe for his own end. He had no one to blame but himself. That didn’t make it hurt any less.

If he could just go home to his trailer, then he could end it himself before it got too far, and feral. He would at least be able to die with some measure of dignity then. Not a drooling, fever-brained mess that most likely won't even be able to talk. He’d have rather gone in the line of duty than this.

Beau crammed himself into the passenger seat of her little car, and waited for her to settle herself in the car and close the door to the cold before he cleared his throat to force himself to speak, praying to whatever god was listening that she would either feel sorry enough for him that she’d let him die his way, or that she wanted to unload him bad enough, at this point, either way he’d take it.

“Please take me back to my trailer. I wanna go home,” he said, his voice rough and barely above a whisper as he stared blankly out of the window. The first good snow would set in soon, but most likely he wouldn’t be able to see it. He’d probably be dead before it settled onto the ground.

“Maybe we can try another place,” she tried. “That’s just one person’s opinion. Maybe there’s a doctor in another county that can help or—”

Beau just shook his head and stared back at her, defeated, sick, and more alone than he’d ever felt in his life, it was enough to close her mouth without him even opening his.

“There’s no doctor going to help in another county,” he said, letting one single tear spill from his emerald depths that were swimming with emotions. “Just take me home so I can at least die in my own bed. Can you please let me have that much? I will leave a note, saying it was my choice so that you won't get in any trouble. Please?”

Y/N sat there staring back at him for a moment, clearly debating over something but she had no idea what. Finally, she nodded as she put the car into drive, and turned onto the main road. Beau’s thoughts drifted to his daughter, and he picked up the phone, and opened his text messages, but he had no idea what to even say? How could he tell her he was going to die, all because of this? He didn’t know how to say goodbye.

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miamochi-writes · 1 year

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Daycare Snacks Vash AU Part 8

Please read the previous parts of the series. It’ll help better understand what happens in this part :)

You were at a cafe killing some time and listening to the playlist Vash made for you. It was perfect for when you wanted to read or get lost in your thoughts, and your mind kept tracing back to him. After a few hours, Cora walked into the cafe and you waved at her. You invited her to meet up and tell her about your previous date and about Vash.

“So you mean to tell me you’re not going on a date with your coworker, who mind you, have been hanging out with since the cafe invite?” Cora asked.

“Look Cora, I think we’re just friends hanging out. We’re just going to be playing video games today and get snacks,” you answered.

“Y/n, this guy treated you better than Axel, which I apologize for okay? I didn’t know Axel was going to be an ass to you. But your coworker practically treats you out wherever you go. Also, what’s that you’re wearing? I’ve never seen that sweater on you before,” Cora pointed out.

You looked at what you wore and realized it was what Vash gave you the other night. You turned red as you realized you practically forgot to give his sweater back to him.

“Oh my gosh, don’t tell me. That’s his sweater you’re wearing?!” Cora blurted.

“Stop it! Not so loud Cora!” you whispered at her.

“Y/n! I’m just saying I think this Vash guy likes you. Everything you have told me is telling me he likes you a lot a lot,” she reasoned.

“Sure he does, again today is just another friend hangout,” you argued.

“Oh really? Then would a friend make you a playlist of songs for you to listen?” Cora asked once more as she took your phone and showed you the playlist you paused. You immediately grew red, but you couldn’t tell if it was being embarrassment or annoyance. You grabbed your phone and pouted.

“Look y/n, I get it you’ve been hurt before on your previous crushes. But this Vash guy is not like them. He’s far from them, and I can tell he genuinely cares about you. Just give him a chance when you hang out with him later please? Whatever happens I’m going to be there for you,” Cora assured you as she gave you a hug.

“Thanks Cora, I appreciate it. I like what Vash and I have right now, but I don’t want to ruin it if I tell him how I feel and he doesn’t feel the same,” you replied and gave her a hug.

“Hey we’ve all been there before. But I have a good feeling about this one. Now lets turn that frown upside down and get you ready for your hangout! You said he likes donuts right?” Cora chimed as she led you to a bakery that made amazing pastries. You both taste tested some donuts and thought they were perfect to eat later. Cora then drove you back home and found an outfit for you to wear with Vash’s sweater.

“You look amazing by the way. If he doesn’t appreciate you in this, he’s either blind or missing out,” Cora teased as you laughed.

“Thanks for doing this for me Cora,” you told her as she hugged you.

“Anything for my best friend in the whole wide world! Also you need to tell me how it goes okay?” she added in. You then felt your phone vibrate and saw that it was from Vash.

“On my way! 5 minutes away! :)”

“Cora he’s coming!” you told her as she looked at the message.

“Oh is this from the zoo yesterday? Good choice on that picture!” she teased.

“Cora I’m serious! We need to clean up here!” you panicked as you tidied up your place. You folded some of the blankets, and put away items that were out in the open such as the dishes, clothes, and books. Cora was putting away her stuff until you heard a knock at the door.

“He’s here!” you whispered yelled at her.

“Already?!” Cora whispered. You motioned her to hide as she went into your room and closed the door.

You took a deep breathe to calm yourself and opened the door. Vash was waiting in a slightly loose white button up with black pants and sneakers. He also wore a maroon sweater with headphones hanging on his neck. He smiled at you as you smiled back

“Hi y/n” he waved.

“Hi Vash, you look great as usual,” you commented.

Before he could replied he saw what you were wearing. His eyes widened a bit and as his ears and cheeks were turning red.

“Is that my-?” he asked.

“Oh! This? Yeah sorry! Um, I can give it back,” you said getting flustered as you were about to remove it. You then felt his hand on your shoulder and looked at him.

“No, you don’t have to! Keep wearing it, it looks good on you,” Vash explained as his blush grew deeper. You then felt a blush made it’s way to your face and looked away from him.

“Oh thanks,” you said shyly.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked.

“Yes! Just let me grab my bag and one other thing. You can come in if you like,” you mentioned as you went back inside. Vash followed you in and looked at your small apartment you called home. You had photos of you, your friends, and family hung around the walls. Your living room had a decent sized blue couch with a small wooden coffee table where your laptop was. He noticed you had a Playstation 4 by the TV with a few games organized next to it. Vash then saw your kitchen and noticed how quaint it was. He saw you grab a brown box and your bag. When he looked at your fridge, Vash saw something familiar. One of the magnets you used was holding the photo strip you both took at the mall the first time you hung out. It was right in the middle of the fridge where you could see it. Vash smiled as he remembered that fun day he had with you. Although he hate to admit it, he was glad Liz cancelled last minute that day.

“Nice place you have here,” he complimented.

“Oh thank you! I try to make it cozy. I’m ready when you are,” you mentioned.

“Whatcha got in the box?” Vash asked.

“You’ll see when we get to your place,” you grinned as you both walked out from your apartment and locked the door. Vash then led you to his car and drove you to his place. You then felt your phone vibrate and saw that Cora messaged you.

“Good luck ;)” you smirked and put your phone away.

Once you made it to Vash’s apartment you took a seat on the couch and put the box in front of you.

“Okay, so I brought a little something for today. You can open the box,” you told Vash. He curiously looked at it, and when he opened it he looked at you.

“You know me so well,” he said smiling as you laughed.

“I had some help finding these. I heard they’re the best when it comes to they’re filled donuts. Some of them have strawberry filling and the others have Nutella filling,” you told him.

“I’ll take the Nutella one,” he requested as you handed him one while you took the strawberry. He then went to go set up his Playstation and handed you one of the controllers.

“Did you have fun yesterday?” Vash asked before biting into his pastry.

“I did! It was nice that the kids were happy and excited to see their favorite animals. Especially Ginger,” you told him as you bit into the sweet strawberry goodness of your donut.

“Oh I know! I was afraid she was going to miss out on the zoo. But I’m glad we could both help her. She seems to really like you,” he added taking another bite.

“Did you know that we’re her favorites?” you asked as his eyes lit up.

“Really? She said that?” he asked as you nodded.

“She trusts you a lot, and always has something nice to say about you when we have lunch,” you explained as you finished your treat. You then saw Vash slightly tearing up.

“Sorry, I’m just touched is all. That’s so sweet of her to say, ” he commented as he wiped his eyes.

“Don’t be, there’s no shame in crying. It’s a cute side of you. I wish more people were in touch with their emotions like you,” you commented. Vash looked at you with those blue eyes of his. You panicked and thought maybe what you said was a bit weird. You looked away feeling embarrassed.

“Y/n, look at me real quick,” Vash asked. You slowly turned his way and felt yourself grow weak at his stare. You then noticed his hand was inching closer to your face. He then touched your cheek but felt him wipe away something. It was the strawberry filling you ate.

“Sorry, you had something. But thanks about earlier. I tend to get emotional,” Vash explained as you grew slightly red.

“No worries, thanks though,” you commented.

Eventually, you and Vash were playing where you left off once more. You remembered how you killed one of the monsters. You felt Vash pat your back.

“You got this,” he reassured you as you nodded. For the most part the night went on like this:

“She’s alive? I thought she didn’t survive the fall?” you asked.

“Yeah I’m surprised she’s still okay after that,” Vash mentioned. You both then heard one of the monster’s cries as you looked at the screen.

“Aw come on!” you whined.

“Vash it’s a QTE again!” you mentioned as his character was making his way down to explore the area. He hit it perfectly and then saw the screen flash to the monster. Your controller vibrated signaling you to get ready for a QTE. Vash then had to aim at the monster. He got it while your character jumped up and pierced it with one of your weapons.

“We did it!” you cheered as you and Vash high-fived each other.

“Vash it’s chasing me!” you panicked as you controlled another character who was running away from the monster.

“Keep going y/n! You gotta live!” he encouraged you.

“He’s alive too?! I thought he was dead?” Vash asked as you saw another character walk back.

“Wait Vash, something’s not right. Look at him, he’s got antennae’s on his head like the monster!” you warned. The character then attacked Vash as you let out a small scream. The screen then asked you to either attack the monster or get help.

“I’m not letting you die!” you panicked as you made your decision. Your character then pushed the monster off to the cliff as you were slightly shaking.

“Hey I’m not infected!” Vash said as you let out a sigh of relief

A swarm of monsters appeared as you and Vash were trying to get a safe distance away from them. You then saw the prompt to aim at the monsters.

“Remember what I taught you y/n. You got this. Just lock on and shoot,” Vash advised as you held on to your controller tightly.

You were aiming and managed to knock out the monsters perfectly. Then Vash’s character had to button mash to close the door on the monsters. Once he finished Vash wrapped an arm around you and shook you slightly.

“I knew you could do it! Good job!” he cheered as you felt your heart race more.

“Y/n where did you lay the trap?!” Vash asked.

“I don’t remember! I did that when we first played the game. Is this what the game meant when it said to remember your decisions?!” you answered as Vash’s character was running away from another monster. Then your character had to instruct his character on where to go. If you chose wrong, you wouldn’t get the save everyone ending.

“Y/n, please remember as best as you can!” Vash panicked.

You were stressing out trying to remember as you had 3 seconds to choose.

“Please be the right one!” you begged as you made your character tell Vash to run to the side. You closed your eyes not wanting to watch but you heard something go off. Once it was quiet, you saw that Vash’s character was still alive.

“Oh thank god you’re alive,” you exhaled and slumped on the couch.

“Thanks for not killing me,” Vash thanked as he slumped too.

As your characters moved forward you both found an elevator that led you down to a green ominous area. When your characters stepped out, you saw there were millions of cocoons that looked like the monsters were sleeping in.

“No, no, no! There’s that many of them?!” you whined as Vash’s face dropped.

“Okay, let’s see how much we have left before finishing the game,” Vash checked.

“Oh we’re almost done! Just two more chapters!” Vash said as you let out another sigh of relief.

“If that’s the case, let’s take a break. I need to look at something that isn’t trying to kill us,” you suggested and did a little stretch from the couch.

“Are you feeling hungry?” Vash asked.

“No I’m still okay after having that donut. If anything I’m in the mood for a drink like boba,” you told him.

“Oh there’s a boba place just down the corner from my place. Want to walk and get a decent stretch?” Vash suggested as you agreed. You both walked side by side feeling the nice cold breeze on your face. It was good to walk around and relax after sitting down for so long and holding in your breathe while making decisions. Eventually, you both made it to the boba place where a few people were inside.

“Want to drink inside or go back to my place?” Vash asked.

“We can drink it here,” you suggested and both made your way to front to order. Once you got your drinks, you both found a table to sit at and got comfortable.

“Thanks, I needed this after how much we played today,” you told him after taking a sip of your drink.

“Of course! You’re actually doing pretty good with the QTEs!” Vash complimented.

“No thanks to you, if you didn’t help me with aiming I think I would have gotten us killed long time ago,” you sheepishly laughed.

“Nah, you’re a natural! It just took some practice! I’m glad you didn’t give up playing the game. I know it can be stressful, but I didn’t think it would be this long,” Vash admitted as he nervously laughed.

“Honestly, I don’t think I could have finished the game if you weren’t playing with me. You’re really good to play with, especially when you voice some of the characters,” you told him with a small smile.

“Oh like this? ‘We’re not out of the woods yet!’ Vash impersonated one of the characters but with a much sillier voice as you laughed.

“Yeah like that,” as Vash laughed himself.

“But you know after playing the game, I thought most of the characters were kinda insufferable. But then the game showed us some of their flashbacks and now I kinda feel for them,” you continued.

“That’s how the game reels you in to make you want to save them,” he pointed out as he gestured his drink to you.

“Yeah, let’s just hope we can keep them safe until then end,” you added and took another sip.

“I’m sure we can do it! We’re almost there!” he said excitedly.

“True! Also I listened to the playlist you sent me earlier!” you mentioned.

“Oh? What do you think?” he asked.

“I like it! I was listening to it earlier while I was at a cafe! I really like the songs from Beach House, Tennis, The Smiths, Tame Impala, Keshi, and a few others!” you told him counting some of your favorites on your fingers.

“I’m glad you like them. Also if you want, you can share some of your songs with me if you like?” Vash offered.

“Only if you don’t judge my taste in music,” you said.

“I won’t if you don’t with mine,” he promised.

“Okay, then I’ll send some over when I can,” you replied smiling.

Both of you finished your drinks and headed out. Before you went back to his apartment, you saw a small park and insisted on going there for a bit. Vash complied and just followed you as you found a bench to sit on. He sat next to you on the left side as you stared at the stars above with a park lamp shining on you. There weren’t too many people, and if there were they were just walking through the path or stargazing.

“Tonight is really pretty don’t you think?” you asked looking at the stars.

“Yeah it really is,” Vash replied but he wasn’t staring at the stars. His eyes landed on you before he looked up.

“Hey Vash, remember when we first hung out at the cafe?” you asked.

“How can I forget? Why what about it?” he asked.

“I’m really glad you went with me. Ever since then, I felt like I made the right decision to stay in this city. I could have moved back home, but I’m glad I didn’t. Because if I did, I wouldn’t have been able to meet you and have this much fun exploring the city. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m glad we get to hang out like this,” you said as a pink blush settled on your cheeks. There was a brief silence, but for you it felt agonizingly long. It wasn’t until you heard him speak.

“I’m glad you feel that way. I like hanging out with you too. I never really met anyone else who is into the same things as me. To be honest, I’m glad we met too. I haven’t felt this comfortable with someone in a long while. I feel like I can be myself you know?” Vash spoke.

“Yeah I know what you mean. I’m glad we can do days and nights like these together,” you added. You then felt your pinkies touching each either as you felt your heart beat rapidly.

“You want to do something like this with me again y/n?” Vash asked looking at you.

“I do,” you said as you got lost in his eyes once more. The way the light shined on him just made him so effortlessly beautiful. Your eyes drifted on his beauty mark and then to his lips which you caught him smiling.

“Great, I’ll try to plan something like this again,” he answered scooting a bit closer to you before he looked at the stars again.

“I look forward to it,” you answered as you smiled back with how contagious his smile was. You looked at the stars once more. You didn’t notice that your shoulders were touching and that his pinky finger was on top of yours. You both stayed like that until it was getting late and Vash drove you home. You couldn’t deny that your feelings for Vash were growing each time you saw him. Especially with your next hang out with him.

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guess-my-next-obsession · 2 years

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Peña’s Anatomy — Chapter Nine

pairing: doctor au!javier peña x resident!reader

chapter rating: E (public fingering, steamy make out, thigh riding)

word count: 5.2k

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“Good morning,” Javier walked into your recovery suite with a bag from your favorite donut place along with two coffees. You beamed at him and sat up a bit, adjusting the bed so that it raised with you. “Brought you some food since I know the breakfast at the cafeteria is shit.”

“Look at you being a good friend.” You watched as he chuckled and rolled his eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing the food on the bed tray.

“Friend.” He shook his head and sighed playfully, watching as you hummed at the taste of your coffee.

“How’s McCartney? Oh! I hope you didn’t make Rose worried by telling her I’m stuck in the hospital. Her birthday’s today, the last thing she needs to be thinking about is me.” You watched as Javier’s lip parted, the playfulness leaving his face. Your brows creased as you watched him look away from you and down at his lap. “Is something wrong? Did something happen?”

“No,” he lied abruptly, not having the heart to fill you in on her unstable condition in the ICU just one floor above the one you were on. “I’ll make sure to swing by and bring her some flowers.”

“Jesus, you scared me.” You shook your head and chuckled before reaching into the bag and grabbing a donut. You moaned at the taste of the maple bar, Javier’s smile returning slowly. “God, I love you so much right now. If we weren’t in the hospital, I’d suck your dick.”

“And yet…just friends.” He gave you a pursed smile and an eyebrow raise, making you sigh.

“I didn’t say we were just friends. I said we’d be friends, and whatever else happened, happened.” You corrected, watching as he nodded while keeping his melancholic expression on.

“You also said that you might hook up with other people.” You rolled your eyes and set the donut down, the sweet taste now made bitter with his sour attitude.

“Did you come here to fight? I don’t get it. We were happy just a second ago and now you want to fight over a hypothetical hookup scenario? Especially when just yesterday you were fucking someone else?” You crossed your arms over your chest and he sighed, acknowledging the irony of his attitude.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I don’t want to fight.” He reached over and stroked the baby soft skin of your cheek before pinching your chin. “How is it that you look good even like this? Fluorescent lighting, a hospital gown, chapped lips…it’s not fair.”

“You’re giving me whiplash.” You chuckled and reached for your donut again, taking a bite. You felt a bit of the icing on your lip, sticking your tongue out to swipe over it. Javier groaned at the sight and scooted closer, cradling your face as he leaned in to get a taste of your sweetness for himself.

“You’re so sweet, bebita…” he breathed out as he kept his lips near yours, his breath fanning over them as he spoke.

You whimpered at the sudden ache between your thighs, your body extra frustrated given your third consecutive day without sex. Javier had spoiled you in the two and a half weeks you’d been sleeping together, your body now more than accustomed to getting at least a little action every day.

“Javi, you’re being a tease.” You frowned at him as he kissed you softly, so soft that you could still speak against him. He chuckled against your lips and pulled away from you with a devilish grin. “You’re an asshole.”

“For kissing you?” He chuckled and stroked his knuckles down your bicep, his palm flattening against your skin and warming you up.

“For…riling me up when you know I haven’t been fucked in three days now.” You watched as his grin grew wider, his hand sliding up to your neck, cradling your jaw as his eyes bounced over your features. “Meanwhile you got off just yesterday.”

“I didn’t cum.” He shook his head at you as he leaned in again, this time pressing his lips to yours deeper, the kiss wet and slow, his tongue dipping in to taste the sweetness on yours.

“What?” You asked breathlessly as he pulled back just enough to let you speak.

“I couldn’t cum for her. Can’t even cum by myself. Only for you, bebita.” Your brows furrowed as you felt your clit throb with need, your hand reaching to grab his wrist, lowering his fingers underneath the blanket draped over your form until he was cupping your heat. Javier’s jaw went slack as he found his way beneath your hospital gown, feeling just how wet you were as his fingers dipped into you. “Fuck, bebita. You’re soaked.”

“Do something about it…please,” you whimpered and looked into his eyes as his fingertips started to press and circle your clit, your thighs tingling from the pleasure.

Javier’s eyes were soon drawn to your stiff peaks underneath your gown, his free hand reaching to knead your breasts over the cotton fabric. He felt himself throb in his pants as you tossed your head back and moaned softly, just for him to hear.

“Can’t wait to take you home tomorrow and fuck you properly, bebita…gonna feel so good cumming on my face, on my cock—“

“Oh, sweetheart!” Both of you jumped at the sound of an intruder walking into your recovery suite, your eyes going wide as you took in the sight of both of your parents.

“Mom, dad! What, uh, who—“

“The hospital called us since we’re your emergency contact. Got on the first plane down here, sweetheart.” Your mother rushed to your side, Javier carefully retracting his fingers from their inappropriate location and stuffing his hand into his pocket as he backed away. You watched as he cleared his throat and gave you a nervous look. “And who is this?”

“Javier, I’m a friend of Lucky’s.” He offered her a polite smile while internally shitting himself.

“Lucky?” Your father asked as he walked closer to Javier, holding his hand out. Javier shook it and tried to find his words.

“Oh, it’s, uh, it’s a nickname that I gave her when we first met. It’s not a very interesting story.” You cringed at the worlds colliding around you, Javier’s hand scratching the back of his neck as he stepped back to give your parents the opportunity to be close to you. “I’m gonna go check on McCartney and make sure he’s not eating my couch or anything.”

“Okay,” you nodded with a timid smile as your parents doted on you with concern. “Oh! Don’t forget to go check in on Rose, too.”

“Yeah.” His smile was flat as he nodded, a few curses in Spanish being let out as he left your suite and walked to the elevator to head up to the ICU.

What a way to meet the parents.

•••

“You wanna tell me why the that older man was sitting so close to you?” Your mother asked once your father left to go down to the cafeteria. She gave you a mildly judgmental look, but you knew it came from a place of conservatism rather than anything hateful.

“We’re friends, mom, that’s all.” You shrugged and kept your eyes locked onto the boxy television mounted in the corner of the wall.

“You know…Bradley hasn’t shut up about coming to visit you. He’s still upset about the breakup.” You sighed and gave your mom and annoyed glare.

“Why are you still talking to my ex-boyfriend, mom? It’s been three months. You all need to get over it and accept that it’s over.” She frowned at your tone, but you’d been away from their cheeriness too long to be able to fake blending in with them anymore.

“You were together for almost ten years, honey. He’s family.”

“Except that he’s not.” You insisted with a groan, your head pressing into the pillows beneath you.

Thankfully, Dr. Murphy walked in for rounds and forced the conversation to come to a pause.

“Mornin’, Lucky. How are ya feelin’?” He walked over to check out your vitals and scribble on your chart, offering you a friendly smile.

You hadn’t spent much time with the man in or outside the hospital, but you’d heard about him through Javier. He was his best friend every since Dr. Murphy moved here five years ago, and he was the only person Javier spoke highly of at the hospital besides you and the Chief.

“Feeling good enough to leave tomorrow.” You looked him with hopeful eyes and a smile, watching as he chuckled and nodded.

“As long as your incision is looking okay.” He walked over to the gloves hanging on the wall and put two on before moving to your ankle. He carefully took off the wound dressings and eyed the slowly healing incision, looking confident. “It’s looking good. I’ll have the nurse come in and dress it again, and then I’ll stop by later on this evening to put it in a cast. Tomorrow you’ll be able to leave, but please don’t try to walk on it for at least another two weeks. The fracture should heal completely in two months, but until then, I need you to use your crutches if you want to get around. Though, I’m sure Javi’s not gonna let you move an inch if he has any say.”

“Javi? Is that the guy from earlier?” Your mom interjected, you and Steve giving each other a knowing look before he left the room.

“Yeah, he’s, uh, going to be taking care of me while you and dad go back home.” She looked appalled, but you didn’t budge. The only thing that could stress you out more than your injury would be to have your parents hovering and attempting to take care of you. “I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t tell me you’re seeing that man. He looks too old for you.”

“Mom, I’m 28. I think I can decide who’s too old for me.” Your eyes turned to the nurse coming into your suite, groaning when you saw that Jessica was on the morning shift now.

“Doctor,” She gave you a smug look as she walked into the room. “I’m here to dress the wound.”

“Great.” You sighed and kept your eyes averted from both women, hoping to whatever god you may have slightly believed in that they’d both soon leave your presence so you could get some peace of mind.

•••

“Javi, you’re not supposed to be up here.” Lorraine was standing at the nurses station in the ICU when Javier walked over, his eyes flickering to Rose in her room. She was hooked up to a ventilator, wires dangling from her body as they monitored her delicate state.

“How is she?” He asked, ignoring her warning. Lorraine sighed and shook her head, sliding over the elderly woman’s chart. Javier’s eyes scanned over it and he felt his heart drop to his stomach. “So…she’s brain-dead.”

“Yeah,” Lorraine sighed and reached over, placing her hand on his arm. “Do you know of any family we can contact?”

“No, I don’t…she’s Lucky’s neighbor. She never got married or had kids. Lucky’s the only family she has.” He set the chart down and leaned onto the counter, resting his head in his palms. “God, I don’t know how I’m going to tell her.”

“Well, she’s ninety-one, Javi. I’m sure your girlfriend can understand that there wasn’t much we could do.” He scoffed and glared at her.

“This isn’t about medicine, Lorraine. That woman in there has been here for Lucky since the day she moved here. Before me, before her best friend…Rose was there for her. And now she’s gone.” He swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked back to the woman he came to see as a grandmother figure in his own life. “When are you going to call it?”

“As soon as her organs start to shut down.” Javier shook his head and sighed, wanting more than anything to be able to bring her back to life just so that you could have the chance to say a proper goodbye. “So…are the two of you back together?”

“What?” He shot his eyes over to glare at her again, irritated by her lack of sympathy. If this was what her patients had to deal with…

“Because if you’re not, the invitation is still open.” She gave him a smile and a wink. “We could find an on-call room…for old times sake.”

“I can’t think of anything I’d rather do less, Lorraine.” He shook his head and walked back to the elevator.

“Let me know if you change your mind, Javi!”

“I won’t!” He held up his middle finger as he continued forward.

•••

Your parents had gone to their hotel after an entire day of trying to convince them that you would be fine, neither of them necessarily happy that they were leaving you, but agreeing to leave back home the next evening nonetheless.

Javier had returned to the hospital around 6 p.m., bringing you more food and a bag of clothes he’d packed for you. He helped you change into your sweats and hoodie before the two of you ate together, both sets of eyes locked on the TV in the corner.

“Oh, how was Rose?” You asked after wiping your face with your napkin, Javier turning to you with that same tense expression as before. “Okay, that’s twice now that you’ve reacted like that when I’ve brought her up. What aren’t you telling me?”

Javier sighed and wiped his mouth before standing up from his seat and coming to lay with you on the hospital bed. He placed a kiss to your forehead and nestled his cheek against it as he held you.

“Last night when I went to go pick up McCartney…I found Rose seizing.” You immediately sat up and gave him a wide eyed look of disbelief. “This morning, I didn’t want to scare you, and I didn’t know much about her condition, but…”

You shook your head and your vision became blurred by the onslaught of tears forming in your eyes. “No…”

“I’m so sorry, bebita.” He shook his head and reached to hold you, a gentle sob slipping from your lips as you laid back down and buried your face in his chest. He hugged you close as you shook with your sobs, kissing your head and rubbing your back. “They called it a few hours ago. I am…god, I’m so sorry.”

“She was more family to me than my actual family.” You croaked out from his chest, your tears staining his button-down but he didn’t mind.

“I know,” he nodded and kissed your head again.

“Is she…where is she now?” You lifted your head up and looked into his eyes, surprised to see them full of tears as well.

“They’ve already taken her.” He pushed your hair back and swallowed the ache in his throat. “Trust me, baby, you didn’t want to see her that way.”

“Is there going to be a…a funeral?” You asked, your mind struggling to comprehend this reality. Though you’d only known her for two months, she’d become your family. She understood you and never passed judgement. She was there for the ups and the downs, and you felt extremely guilty for not being able to do the same for her.

“She had it in her will to be cremated, but…you and I could do something for her.” You nodded at his suggestion and hugged him close again.

“Dr. Peña, I told you no laying on the bed.” An older nurse scolded him as she passed by the room, Javier paying her no mind as he continued to hold you close.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, baby.” Javier kissed the top of your head and squeezed you in his arms, your head nodding against him.

“As long as you’re around.” You lifted your head up and your eyes bounced between his, his dark eyes doing the same before both of you leaned in for a kiss, only to be interrupted by the same nurse.

“I said no funny business, Dr. Peña!” You chuckled and Javier sighed as he sat up, kissing your nose before making his way back to the uncomfortable chair in the corner of the room, his hands raised in defeat as the nurse glared at him. “Thank you!”

•••

You woke up early the next morning, Javier coming to pick you up as soon as Steve agreed to discharge you. He wheeled you out of the hospital in a wheelchair—not the most attractive look, but Javier didn’t seem to mind as he couldn’t keep his hands off you on the way to his place.

“I stocked the fridge with all the shit I know you like to keep in yours, but please let me know if I missed anything or if you want me to go pick up anything specific. I want you to feel as comfortable as possible, bebita.” Javier detailed as you sat beside him in his truck. You chuckled at his thoughtfulness, leaning your head onto his shoulder.

“I’m sure it’ll be more than fine, Javi.” You gave him a reassuring smile and he nodded, squeezing your thigh as he continued to drive.

You knew this was teetering on crossing the line you drew for your casual friends with benefits relationship, but you couldn’t help but fall back into him. He’d become a sort of glue for you, someone you could rely on to take care of you and help you feel better in these very trying times. Of course there was still some lingering feelings of mistrust and insecurity, but the way he stepped up in your moment of need made it hard to focus on all of that. Though you had enough sense not to fall right back into a relationship with the man, you didn’t mind a little bit of this extra stuff…for now, at least.

But if you were being honest with yourself, you knew the likelihood of you and Javier ever being strictly friends with benefits with none of this emotional attachment was slim to none. He’d found his way into your very being and no matter how label-free you painted this thing between you out to be, at the end of the day, neither of you cared or were strong enough to keep it that way.

“McCartney, I’m gonna need you to not jump on your mom.” Javier opened the door to his home and took the blow of your dog’s eager affections, sitting on the floor with him and hugging him close while you crutched your way over to the couch—the bedroom seemed too tainted for now. “Need water or anything, baby?”

“No, I’m okay for now,” you tried to force your heart to react indifferently to his casual use of a pet name, but it fluttered nonetheless.

Javier walked into the living room with a timid smile on, his hands cracking open a bottle of water as he walked over to the couch. He leaned forward onto the coffee table, grabbing the remote for the TV before sitting down right beside you, even though his large sectional had plenty of space elsewhere.

“What do you want to watch, pretty girl?” You chuckled at his nickname and caused him to turn his head, smiling at you in confusion. “What?”

“You’re being awfully sweet. I think my teeth are starting to ache.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled, turning the TV on and ignoring your teasing. “I just want to be clear about something, since I’ve agreed to stay here and we’re doing this whole friends who sometimes sleep together thing—“

“Only sometimes, huh?”

“You know what I mean.” You chuckled and shifted a little, your back against the armrest while you laid your injured leg on top of his lap.

“Okay, now what were you about to forbid me from doing to you?” He turned to you with a teasing smirk. “Not too long ago you were begging me to do shit. Whining, moaning…”

“See, that.” You felt yourself blush at his words, turning your head to look at the TV. “You just had your dick inside somebody else two days ago. I’m not gonna sleep with you until you get tested—that’s the first thing.”

“Understandable, I can go do that right now.” He smiled again and you felt your sense scatter inside your brain. “What’s the second thing, bebita?”

“The second thing—no more baby and bebita—“

“Now you’re just being mean,” he rolled his eyes and looked at the TV. “What—you want me to call you by your name all the time? Like I haven’t cum inside you.”

“Javier.” You scolded with a chuckle, watching as he smirked proudly at the screen. “It’s just the two of us, you don’t have to call me anything.”

“Fine. No sex, no calling you pet names. What’s next, you’re not going to sleep in the bed?” He turned to you, his amusement falling when he saw the seriousness in your face. “Seriously?”

“It’s too intimate, Javier. I can’t…I don’t want us to rush back into anything. Not until we’re ready.” Javier shook his head and faced forward, his jaw clenched tightly. “I can go home, if all this is too much. But these are my boundaries for now.”

“No, you’re not…not going home.” He sighed and softened his face a bit before turning to you. “Well…what can I do?”

“You can come over here and kiss me.” You watched as he blushed and chuckled, sighing as he moved to situate himself beside you on the couch, the two of you laying across the seats. He laid in between you and the back of the couch, his hand guiding your injured leg to rest over his hip so as not to hurt it further.

“It’s like high school,” he whispered as he combed a few stray hairs from your face. “Above the waist only.”

“I didn’t have my first kiss until college. So…you and I had very different high school experiences.” You smiled as you leaned in to his lips, giving him a feather light peck before pulling back. “I…know that I’m asking a lot, but I just really want to make sure—“

“Shh, beb—I mean…” you both chuckled at the slip up, the sound of him stopping himself from calling you his baby almost hurting.

“You know what? Nevermind about that rule. Call me your bebita, I don’t care.” You watched as he eyed you carefully, his hand resting over your cheek as you leaned in, whispering against his lips. “I want to be your bebita still, Javi.”

“You are.” His response was short and simple, but the weight it carried made you ache with affection.

He pressed his lips to yours and you moaned at the feeling of his skin against yours. Javier’s hand traveled to your waist, holding you tight against his body as his kisses became sloppier, needier. His tongue slipped across your bottom lip, demanding a taste of you to which you eagerly allowed him. You gripped the cotton of his t-shirt, no doubt stretching it out but neither of you seemed to care much.

“I know you were joking about going earlier but right now I would love it if you went to get tested,” you mumbled against his lips and he chuckled, trailing his kisses to your cheeks and jaw as his hand moved up to palm your breast. “I almost don’t care about following that rule either.”

“Weak woman,” he teased before pinching your nipple through your bralette, a moan falling right into his ear as he nipped at your pulse. “You really want me to go get tested right now? I have no problem doing that, but I don’t want to rush you into anything—“

“Go get tested, Javi.” He chuckled at the urgency in your voice, his lips finding their way back to yours. “Or just use a condom, I don’t care. I want you so bad.”

“I want you too, baby.” He mumbled against your lips as he found them again, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He hummed at the taste of you while you subconsciously started to grind against his thigh, the hand palming your breast now lowering to your hip. “Okay, I’ll go.”

“Okay, just…hold on.” He pulled away to watch your face contort with pleasure, your hips continuing to grind against his thigh with fervor as you relished in the pleasure. He moaned as he realized you were getting yourself off, his large hands gripping the flesh of your ass to urge you on as you used him.

“Yes, bebita, fuck,” he whimpered at the sight of you coming undone for him. His eyes torn between watching you move and studying your bliss-ridden face—he chose your face. “God, you’re so beautiful. Especially when you’re cumming for me, baby.”

“Javi,” your plea was breathless as you came, your hips stuttering before they stilled. He moved his hand up to stroke your cheek with his thumb, eyes soft and lips parted as he took you in.

“I am so in love with you.” He confessed and you smiled, kissing his palm and opening your eyes to take him in. “I mean it.”

“I know you do.” You placed a kiss to his lips before resting your foreheads against one another. “Doesn’t make it any easier for us.”

He sighed softly and cracked a empathetic smile. “No, it doesn’t.”

“Go,” you urged him on, moving your leg off him. “I’ll be waiting right here.”

“Not like you have much of a choice, Crutches.”

“Only took me under two months to go from Lucky to Crutches. Talk about character development.” He chuckled and climbed off the couch, adjusting his erection and taking a much needed sip of his water before leaning over you and pecking your lips.

“I’ll be back soon, Crutches. Try not to break another leg until I’m back, alright?” You gave him a narrowed glare, watching as he smirked down at you.

“Yeah, yeah.” You pushed him away and kept your eyes on his back as he walked towards the front door. “Go make sure Jessica didn’t give you the clap.”

•••

Javier found himself waiting outside the hospital’s lab, having used his status and charm to convince the ladies running it to move his test results to the front of the line. He wasn’t ashamed of his urgency—the quicker he got this done, the quicker he got to be inside of you again.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Jessica smirked as she walked up to where he was leaning against the wall, Javier letting out a groan. “Getting tested because you’ve got symptoms too?”

“What?” He narrowed his eyes at her, suddenly concerned.

“Oh,” she winced. “Well, since you already got the test done, I guess there’s no harm in me telling you that I started having…an itch…down there this morning. Went and got tested, so I’m picking up my results.”

“I asked you if you’d been with anyone else. You—“ He glared at her before lowering his voice. “I agreed to go raw because you said you hadn’t.”

“I would’ve said anything to get you inside me, Javi. And once this clears up…” She smiled at him and walked her fingers up his chest, Javier practically swatting them away.

“Fuck no.” He groaned and walked over to the window, leaning on it as he tried to find his charm from earlier. “Any way I could get those results?”

“Yeah, the computer’s printing it right now, Dr. Peña.” The woman smiled at him before realizing Jessica was right behind him. “Oh! Yours are ready, sweetheart. Let me grab it.”

Javier watched as the tech handed Jessica her results through the window, his eyes glued to her face as she read the results.

“Well, I’m in the clear.” She showed him the paper and he felt his heart start to beat again as he read the list of negative results.

“Thank fuck!” He let out a breath of relief and made a vow to himself to never fuck a random woman raw ever again.

“Dr. Peña,” the tech handed him his results, showing him that he was negative of all STD’s.

“Thank god.” He practically skipped out of the hospital, now free to defile you in all the ways he’d been dreaming about in the three days since your breakup.

•••

You had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for Javier to return, but snapped awake once you heard the sound of his keys in the door.

“Bebita?” Javier called out and you croaked that you were in the living room. When he rounded the corner, he found you giving him a sleepy smile, your pain meds obviously taking effect. He sighed in content and sat down on the edge of the cushion by your stomach, his hand stroking your face.

“All clear?” You asked lazily, closing your eyes at the feeling of his warmth, your smile growing wider the longer he kept it there.

“Yeah,” he handed you the results sheet and watched as your grin turned into a look of lust, a similar one forming on his own face. “You took your pain meds?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, blinking a few times to fight the drowsiness as you attempted to focus on him. “You’re gonna make me wait until I’m sober aren’t you?”

“I’m not going to fuck you when you’re on Vicodin, baby.” He chuckled and leaned down to give you a tender kiss. “Want me to set you up in the guest room? Since you’re not sleeping in my bed tonight.”

“Yeah,” You nodded and reached for his hand, lifting it off your face and intertwining your fingers together. Javier pulled you up until you were sitting and grabbed your crutches, helping to bare your weight as you stood up completely.

“Alright, take it slow. This tile’s a little slippery sometimes.” He spoke softly, leaning over and kissing your cheek before walking alongside you.

It took you a few minutes and all of your energy to get to the other side of the house, but soon you were being laid down on the queen sized bed in one of his guest rooms. Javier tucked you in carefully and planted a kiss to your forehead as you got cozy.

“What are you feeling for dinner, Crutches?” He asked as he watched sleep start to overtake you.

“Mm, Chinese.” You mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

“Okay,” he smiled down at you and pet your forehead, stroking your hair back as he admired you a little bit more. “Get some rest, I’ll have dinner sorted by the time you wake up.”

“You’re a good man, Javier Peña.” Your sleepy confession made him freeze as he was walking through the doorway of the bedroom, his body turning slowly to face you again. “I still think that. Even after everything. You’re a good man.”

He didn’t know what to say, his throat swelling a bit as he stared at you. For the past however many years, he’d spent every waking moment thinking he was a piece of shit. Then you came into his life and consistently offer him all this love, all this trust. He wasn’t sure if he agreed with you, but he’d take it for now as a balm to his constant ache of self-hatred.

You thought he was a good man. That’s the only opinion that mattered.

“Get some rest, baby.”

•••

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♡ MANNER LEGS, TEACHER VOICE, AND TIME-OUTS — JJ MAYBANK

jj x fem!reader | wc : 1.8k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship au, fluffity fluffy fluff. jj pissing off reader and whatnot, jj is adorable i love him

“are you sure you want to do this? i didn’t tell them about you, so it’ll be fine if you can't.”

you assured your boyfriend, watching him tie his shoes before standing next to you.

“i’ve always wanted to see where you worked. you’ve been to the island club, and the wreck is basically a second home.” jj shrugged, shoving his hands in his pant pockets. “it’ll be fun, right?”

“it will be very fun! i can't wait for you to meet the kids!” you giggled to yourself, excited for your students to finally meet your boyfriend. “not that i’m bluffing, but it’ll be difficult to get them to like you at first.”

jj laughed, nodding as you struggled to contain your smile. “guess we’ll have to stop by the bakery and grab some donuts before we go then,” he suggested, watching you as you excitedly clapped, rushing to leave the house faster.

you worked at a small school that mainly handled playschool and elementary kids — and jj was finally going to get a taste of what you did for a living. trying to make use of his free day — other than partying and sleeping — he accompanied you to your workplace.

jj had his fair share of interactions with kids — he knew how to handle their tantrums and play with them. but teaching them was something he wasn’t familiar with, so it was a pleasant change to see what you spent your weekdays doing to make a living.

“let’s go! let’s go! let’s go!” you cheered, overflowing with excitement as your favorite small hoomans were going to meet your favorite tall one. “you are going to love the kids, i promise!”

“the real question is whether they’ll love me.”

“everyone. get your aprons and line up! let’s do some painting!”

you announced, going over to the shelf, grabbing the box full of aprons, and placing them on the floor so the children could easily get them.

“yay, painting!” they responded in sync, forming a line while a student handed each of them an apron for their art class.

jj leant against the table as you put on your apron, sitting on the little chair as you waited for them to come to you.

“you’ve taught these kids well,” he commented out of the blue, taking you by surprise. “they are childish, but at the same time, they have certain mature aspects. it’s really admirable.” he watched the smile on your face widen as you looked at the kids before turning to him.

“trust me, it’s all them.” you shook your head, letting him know you had nothing to do with their behaviour. “they play, they fall and they learn. i only teach them basic math and do fun activities with them.”

“are all teachers here as humble as you?”

you chuckled, smiling widely as your first student rushed towards you, her apron in her hands. “lila! i love your pigtails, they are so cute!” you complimented as you tied the apron for her.

jj watched you interact with each student one after the other, fondly smiling at every comment you gave them. as he listened and observed more, he figured the children were more excited about receiving a compliment from you rather than the art class they had.

“nick! you are looking twice as handsome as yesterday!”

“wow, your hair clips are so pretty, jess!”

“mason! mickey! i love your matching shirts!”

after finishing the apron-tying line, you gestured to jj to get his apron, wanting him to join in on the art class with the youngsters as well. your boyfriend complied, grabbing his apron — but instead of wearing it, he stood in front of you, holding it out.

you furrowed your brows, looking confused. “what?” you took the apron out of his hands, hiding your laugh when you saw him raise his hands — just like the kids when they got their aprons tied. “oh, i see. we have a new student, it seems.”

not thinking much about it, you took the apron, wanting to place it over his head. however, the height difference between the two of you became a slight obstacle. you cleared your throat, wordlessly point out the issue to your boyfriend who eagerly waited for his apron to be tied.

“jay, if you could …”

“oh, right, my bad!”

jj immediately grasped the situation, using ‘manner legs’ as he stretched his legs a little so you could easily place the apron over his head and tie the strings. you smiled at your boyfriend, turning away to join the children who were waiting with their mini canvases.

“you forgot something!” he pointed out, holding your hand as he turned you to face him. “you can't go until you say it.”

confusedly looking at your boyfriend, you wondered what you were missing. and the smug smile on jj easily gave you the answer. he wanted a compliment. “thank you for coming with me today. i love you,” you whispered, quickly placing a kiss on his lips before joining the kids.

“ah, y/n, you are gonna give me a heart attack at this rate.”

“finally! i finished it!”

jj exclaimed, stretching in his seat as he looked at the boat he had finished fixing. for the first time that day, jj walked into the house, trying to find you so he could boast about his accomplishment.

finding you sitting at the kitchen counter, he excitedly ran up to you, not seeing that you were busy with finalizing lesson plans for your classes.

“baby, baby! look!” jj showed his grease-covered hands, but you held his hand to the side, single-handedly typing out the email to your higher-ups. “i finished it! see!” he wanted to share the joy of fixing the boat he had struggled on for so long.

“give me a minute, love,” you stated, blindly reaching for your boyfriend’s shoulder, and patting him. “i’m a bit busy.”

the blond froze in his place, not used to the tone you used with him. you never speak to me with such a sickly sweet voice. “huh?” he confusedly played with his ear, patiently waiting until you were done.

after hitting send on the email, you turned to your boyfriend, ruffling his hair out of reflex. “good job! you did so well! i’m pro–” you paused, immediately touching your throat as you realised you used your ‘kindergarten teacher voice’ with him.

“did you just speak to me like you do with your students?”

“hm?” you hummed, turning your attention to your laptop as you feigned innocence. “n-no. why would i do that? you are not my student. that’s crazy,” you blabbered, internally screaming at the situation.

jj crossed his arms over his chest, raising his brows in question. “really?” he inquired, smugly smiling.

“really.” you nodded, facing your boyfriend. “what did you want to tell me?” you gave a tight-lipped smile, wordlessly begging him to drop the minor mistake on your end.

fortunately enough for you, jj was more excited about sharing his mini accomplishment rather than teasing you, so he instantly grinned, dragging you with him to show the boat. you had a smile of adoration on your face as you looked at your boyfriend, feeling your heart flutter at the endless passion he has for his work.

quite a time passed as you went back to your work, with jj sitting in front of you as he scrolled through his phone. you two usually had some quiet time whenever you worked, but you found it odd for it to be this silent — especially when jj was done with his work.

looking up from your laptop, your gaze meets his sparkling eyes, with him just staring at you with a look of mischief on his face.

“what?”

“about earlier, did you really use your — okay, okay, i’ll stop.”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry! i promise i’ll–”

jj shut himself up as you glared, not in a good mood after all your white clothes had turned pink.

you took a deep breath, slowly blinking. “i told you multiple times …” you stressed on your words, because you indeed had mentioned the dangers of mixing colored clothes with white ones to your boyfriend. “… that you should be careful with the laundry.”

walking away from the pink clothes in an attempt to calm yourself, you sat on your bed, taking deep breaths. after a while of breathing, you went back into the kitchen, wanting to get your laptop and complete your work.

“jj, can you get–” you paused in your tracks, seeing the tall male standing in front of your papers, his hands covering his face. “what did you do now?” you sighed, already knowing from his posture that something was wrong.

“look, y/n … baby, i really love you, yeah?” jj had his hands together, wordlessly begging you to forgive him as you walked towards him. “just stay there, don’t come closer.”

you bit your lip as you saw your cup of coffee had fallen, and all its contents covered the lesson plan printouts you had worked hard to make. running your fingers through your hair, you tugged on it out of frustration, eyes twitching as you controlled the anger you felt.

“y/n, i’m really–”

“ssh! save it, maybank.”

you grabbed the nearest chair, picking it up and placed the chair in the room’s corner before silently going towards the storeroom. trying to remember where you kept them, you found the party hats you were looking for.

you beckoned jj to follow you, taking him towards the chair. “come. sit here.” you pointed at the seat, making him wear the party hat before making him face the wall. “this hat is your cone of shame. sit here and think about what you did.”

frowning, you crossed your arms over your chest, staring at your sulking boyfriend before you took your laptop, starting your work from the beginning as you sat at the dining table, keeping an eye on the male.

“babe, are you really–”

“you are in timeout right now. keep your mouth shut.”

jj sighed, turning from his seat. “come on, y/n. you can't be serious,” he said, looking at you with a bored look on his face.

“jj maybank!” you slammed your hand against the table. “you don’t speak when you are in a timeout!” you grumbled, still pretty mad about the little messes jj had made.

in an instant, he was there by your side, ignoring all the glares you gave him. “does it hurt?” he asked, worried as he held your hand, shaking his head as he saw the reddening marks.

“mhm.” you nodded, pouting at your boyfriend. “but it doesn’t hurt as much as it does to see all my white clothes pink.”

“i’m sorry, baby. i really am. if you forgive me, i promise to replace all of those clothes and help you out with your lesson plans.”

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