#anyway this is slightly testing so i might go home soon but like

[cameronluvr]

GUESS WHO — rafe cameron x fem!reader x barry x fem!reader

summary: after fooling around with both rafe and barry at separate times, you fall pregnant and have to figure out which of them is the father. you gain the courage to tell both of them with sarah’s help.

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, slut shaming (by rafe), kinda toxic!rafe, reader is 18 + rafe is 20 + barry is 22, crying, arguing, mentions of weed, cussing, name calling (whore, bitch, slut, all by rafe ofc), — lmk if i missed any! ≽ܫ≼ ⭒

: ̗̀➛ 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

you’d been on and off sleeping with both rafe and barry behind each others backs for weeks now. you don’t want rafe to know about barry, and vice versa, as you were afraid of them both killing each other.

sure, there was a chance they could’ve told each other, but they weren’t that close to exchange details about their sex life. they hung out a lot, but they weren’t exactly friends.

you couldn’t pin who was better, though, they’re equally as good as each other. rafe had a slightly longer dick, but barry had thicker girth. you were literally so cock drunk that you couldn’t give up one for the other. you needed both…

… until you’re sat on the bathroom floor three weeks later, crying while clutching onto a positive pregnancy test.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” you place your hands on your head after tossing the test across the room, gliding your fingers through your hair to calm yourself down. you stand up now, breathing loudly, quickly and heavily as you can’t help but panic.

you’re pregnant at 18 with two possible baby daddies. how are you possibly supposed to keep calm?

you have zero idea of what to do. you can’t tell barry because it might not be his, for the same reason you cannot tell rafe. fuck. what have you gotten yourself into?

after some more minutes go by of you panting, crying and overthinking, you finally manage to reduce your tears and calm yourself down enough to call sarah, one of your best friends.

“y/n! hey girl” she answered almost immediately, sounding happy to hear from you. she hadn’t seen you in about three days because you were sick, and now you know why.

“hey sar, i uh— can i see you? i kinda need someone right now…” you ask, sniffling and rubbing your tears away. “are you okay? what happened?” she asks in a concerned tone. “uh, i’ll tell you in person… it’s easier.” you gulp, feeling anxious as hell. rafe’s her brother, and you don’t exactly want to tell her you’ve been seeing her brother, as well as barry.

“yeah, that’s okay, you wanna come over?” sarah asks kindly, making you think for a second. what if rafe’s home? you sure as hell don’t want to talk to him about this, not yet anyway… you can just avoid him if he is home, you guess.

“okay, yeah, thanks… i’ll be there soon” you smile, wiping the rest of your tears away as you hang up the phone. you’re glad to have a friend like sarah, she’s always there for you no matter what… you leave your house and begin making your way to tannyhill, arriving around 15 minutes later.

you walk up to the house and knock on the front door, hearing fast footsteps banging down the stairs from inside. sarah opens the door, smiling at you before pulling you into a hug. neither of you let go of the hug, and stood there for a good minute before pulling away. “come upstairs, come on” she holds your hand, walking to the stairs with you.

you both walk upstairs and into sarah’s bedroom, where she closes the door for some privacy. “sit down” she tells you, walking over to her bed and both sitting down next to each other. “what’s going on?” she asks, sitting close to you and brushing your hair out of your face with her fingers before resting her hand on your shoulder, rubbing it to comfort you.

“uh… fuck, it’s quite a lot.” you sniffle, looking down to anxiously fiddle with your hands. “it’s okay, you can tell me anything” she reassures you, seeing you nod. “well, uh… i don’t even know how to say this, but… fuck. i’m pregnant.” you blurt out, seeing her entire face drop. “y—what?!” she widens her eyes, her hand on your shoulder now feeling like a frozen grip.

“…yeah” you nod, gaining the courage to look her in the eyes, which only made you tear up again for some reason. “oh my god— what! with who?!” she asks with utter shock and confusion, and slight excitement.

“uh,” you hesitate. “that’s kinda the thing…” your eyes wander away from hers, wanting to avoid answering but you know you have to say now. “it’s not like, jj, is it?” she asks, snickering to make a joke out of the situation, which seemed to make you laugh.

“no, no, it’s way worse” you reply with a laugh, making her truly wonder who. “pope?” she asks, seeing you shake your head. “… rafe.” you say, too afraid to admit the other possible father right now.

her face dropped more than it did last time. the room falls silent for a second as she takes a while to gather her words. “r—rafe?!” she asks, less excited and more afraid now. “yes, but—” you try to say, but she cuts you off.

“you’ve been sleeping with rafe?! my brother? why?” she asks, feeling sorry for you for even going close to him, given how crazy and mean he is. “i don’t know—”

“but, why rafe? he’s a fucking psycho. he’s my brother, i know him more than anyone. you do not want to have a baby with him y/n—” she tries to advise you, but you haven’t told her the rest yet.

“sar.” you cut her off, “what?”

“it might not be rafe’s, is what i’m trying to say…” you tell her, seeing all sorts of different emotions portrayed on her face. “what the hell do you mean by that?!” she asks, raising her voice but not loud enough for any of her relatives to hear. “i’ve been seeing rafe, yeah, but i’ve been seeing someone else too, but i don’t know who’s worse” you tell her.

“who can possibly be worse than rafe?” sarah asks, not thinking for a second that there’s anyone out there as demented as her brother. “uh, barry… that drug dealer g—”

“barry?!?! y/n!” sarah stands up from her bed now in pure disbelief. “i know, sar,” you sigh, feeling stupid for being with either of them. “so you’re telling me you’re pregnant and you don’t know who the dad is, and it could be rafe or barry?” she asks, repeating the story to you to make sure she got it straight. you nod, seeing her pace around her room in shock.

“y/n!!! you know for a second i thought jj would’ve been a shock, but those two?!” sarah says, thinking about how close you and jj were at one stage. the only reason you never dated him before was because of the whole ‘no pogue on pogue macking’ rule.

“sar, trust me, i know it looks fucking bad, but i do not know what to do…” you tell her. she sighs, trying to come up with a way to help you. “well, first off, do you want to keep it or no?” she asks, sitting back down next to you on the bed.

“… no, fuck, i don’t know. i don’t want either of their babies, but i don’t know if i can have an abortion… what will my parents think?” you overthink, terrifying yourself even more. “fuck what they think. what do you want?” she asks. you hadn’t thought about it too much before, you didn’t know if you wanted kids or not, you weren’t expecting it so soon…

“i don’t know what i want…” you say, your eyes filling up with tears once again. “do you know how far along you are?” she asks, trying to get as much information as possible to help you. “no…” you shake your head, wiping the tears falling from your eyes.

“don’t cry, come here” she comforts you, pulling you into a tight hug and stroking your hair. you can’t help but cry as you nuzzle your face into her shoulder, trying hard to not break down. “i’m here for you, okay?” she says, feeling you nod against her. “we can book a doctors appointment together, yeah? i’ll help you with whatever you need” she reassures, being the best friend.

“thank you…” you sniffle, lifting your head up to wipe your eyes. all of a sudden, the bedroom door opens, making you both dart your eyes towards it. “what’re you doin’ here?” rafe asks, peeking his head into the room. “get out, rafe” sarah strictly tells him, making him frown. “why you cryin’?” he looks at you, ignoring his little sister.

“rafe, leave her alone!” sarah raises her voice now, picking up a pillow and throwing it at him. “chill out, dude, she’s my friend too” rafe argues back with his sister as he fully enters the room. “i don’t care, get out of my room” sarah is adamant on getting him out, standing up from the bed to try to force him out.

“what’s wrong with you?” rafe asks, pushing her away as she tries to push him out of the open door. “no, what’s wrong with you!” sarah argues, the two of them bickering back and forth until you were fed up. “stop it, guys” you stand up from the bed, attempting to separate them from each other.

they stopped once you told them to stop, which made sarah give her brother a weird look. he’s never listened to anyone that fast before, he really is into you. “rafe, just come in” you say, needing to tell him sooner or later. you pull him by his arm away from the door so you could shut it fully, now standing face to face with him. “what’s wrong?” he asks, seeing how upset you are.

“it’s a long story rafe…” you sigh, not knowing how he’ll react to the baby news, but certainly knowing how how he will to barry. “i’m all ears.” he tells you. “why are you acting like that?” sarah frowns at her brother, wondering why he’s being so soft. “shut up, let her talk” rafe shushes his sister without looking at her, his eyes are on you. sarah had seriously never seen him like this before.

“rafe… i’m pregnant.” you sigh, not wanting to explain all over again knowing he’ll have a completely different reaction to sarah. his eyebrows raise, and mouth drops. “really?” he asks, not seeming entirely happy. obviously he’s going to automatically assume it’s his, considering how many times you’ve fucked over the past month.

“yeah, but…” you say, hesitating again. “but what?” he asks, his tone more serious now. “uh…” you literally don’t know what to say. sarah sees you struggling, and sighs. “it might not be yours, rafe” sarah says, telling him so you don’t have to. the room falls silent for a second as you both watch his face completely change to angry.

“what?” he frowns his brows with squinted eyes, looking at you as if you were crazy. “…you’re not my boyfriend, rafe. i do, y’know, see other people” you tell him, seeing him shake his head. “i don’t care, what the fuck? i’ been fuckin’ you, for you to fuck other guys?” his voice raises now. “rafe—” sarah tries to say, but he cuts her off with a ‘shh’.

“it’s not ‘other guys’, it’s one other guy. besides, i’m not your girlfriend so what i do is none of your business.” you defend yourself, pointing a finger at him. “none of my business?!” he yells, raising his eyebrows in disbelief. “you being a fucking slut is none of my business?” he asks, infuriated.

“rafe!” sarah gasps.

“yeah, i’m definitely a slut.” you scoff a laugh, shaking your head at his idiocy. you aren’t together, he hasn’t asked you out, so what makes him think you belong to him only?

“yeah, you are. if i knew you were a whore i wouldn’t’ve fucked your sorry ass in the first place,” rafe belittles you, always believing he was above you because you’re a pogue. “she’s not a whore, don’t be such a dick!” sarah argues with her brother, not liking the way he’s speaking to you.

“shut up, sar, that’s why you two are best friends. just two little slutty bitches together” he scoffs, shaking his head as he laughs at you both. “oh, and you’re not?!” sarah laughs back at him. “yeah, you’ve literally slept with half the girls on the island, and we’re the sluts?” you add.

“right,” rafe scoffs, finding your words amusing. “who’s the other guy?” he asks, changing the topic, looking at you with an intimidating expression. “…it doesn’t matter.” you gulp, side eyeing sarah for a quick second.

“what the fuck was that for?” rafe caught onto the way you looked at sarah, which made him immediately suspicious. “nothing—”

“what’re you hiding from me, y/n?” he asks, taking a step closer which made you gulp, looking up at him as he towers over your vulnerable self. “i’m not hiding nothing!—”

“then tell me who the hell you fucked.” he demands, his lip quivering in rage. “… barry. there, ya’ happy?” you spill out since he wanted to know so bad. he falls silent for a moment before laughing at you. “barry? drug dealer barry? are you fuckin’ serious?” he went from angry to enraged, yelling at you now.

you don’t answer, you only look up at him with tears in your eyes, which tells him that you are being serious. “you— what the fuck? you been goin’ behind my back and fuckin’ barry?” he yells, making you flinch. “rafe, barry doesn’t know either—” sarah tries to help, seeing him turn to look at her for a second before looking back at you. “you really are a fuckin’ whore, you know that?” he laughs angrily, trying to maintain his sanity. “tell him. go fuckin’ tell him, cause either way you’re gonna abort that thing.” he yells, looking you up and down in disgust. “am i?!” you ask at his audacity. it’s your decision, not his nor barry’s.

“yeah, you fuckin’ are. cause even if it is mine, i don’t want nothin’ to do with it.” he cruelly tells you, his face just inches away from yours. your lips quiver as you can’t help but cry now. his mean words seriously hurt your feelings.

“good luck with barry” he sarcastically scoffs a laugh before turning around and completely walking out of the room, slamming the door shut after him. his angry footsteps lead to his own room, where you hear the door slam shut from down the hallway.

“y/n…” sarah says, quickly pulling you into a hug. you hug her back and sob for a minute, before pulling away to wipe your eyes. “fuck” you whisper to yourself, thinking about what to do now.

“i’m gonna go to barry’s.” you say, grabbing your phone from sarah’s bed and putting it in your pocket. “are you sure? do you want me to come with you?” she asks. “no, it’s okay. i don’t think he’s gotten over the time you supposedly robbed him” you roll your eyes, talking about the pogues. “true” she shrugs it off, seeing your point, he probably wouldn’t react well to seeing her.

— after leaving sarah’s, you head over to barry’s trailer, where you see him sitting out on his porch, smoking a joint. you walk up to him and grab his attention, making him look at you. “hey, pretty girl” he grins once he saw you, removing the joint from his lips. barry’s nickname for you was pretty girl. he always called you it, no matter how you looked.

you smile with a blush, seeing him pat the empty space next to him, motioning for you to come sit. “y’alright? what you here for?” he asks, setting his joint aside on the table in front of him once you sit down. “uh, i need to talk to you actually…” you say, giving him a serious look. “what’ you need to talk about?” he looks into your eyes, giving you his full attention.

“please don’t freak out when i tell you this but,” you sigh. “don’t freak out? what is it?” he asks, frowning at you, kinda freaking out now since you told him not to… “long story short. i’m pregnant,”

“oh shit,”

“but, but… i’ve been seeing someone else too, so i don’t know if it’s yours or not…” you decide to just straight up tell him instead of leading it on.

“damn, who else you been fuckin’?” he asks with an amusing grin on his face, not knowing what to think. he doesn’t know you too well, he’s just your weed dealer, and he isn’t obsessed with you like rafe is. “…rafe.” you awkwardly tell him, knowing he’ll laugh, and of course, he laughed. “country club?”

“damn, girl, you just foolin’ around huh?” he asks with an amused grin. “i guess” you shrug. “so yo’ baby daddy is either me or rafe cameron?” he asks, seeing you nod. “damn.” he says again, running his hand through his hair. his reaction was way less meaner and angrier than rafe’s was, which you were entirely thankful for.

“i know, i’m sorry… i told rafe like 20 minutes ago and he flipped the fuck out. telling me to abort it, calling me a whore and shit,” you sigh. “he can be one sensitive son of a bitch, bruh.” he shakes his head. “what are you gonna do, tho’?” he’s curious to know. “i have no idea. i mean, i don’t want a kid right now, especially not rafe’s,” you say, giving him a crazy look.

“and i mean, you’re a drug dealer… my parents won’t particularly be too happy about that.” you say, seeing him nod in understanding. “well, whatever you decide to do, i’ll be here for you, k?” he looks at you, gently placing his hand on your leg for comfort.

“… thank you, barry, that means a lot” you smile at him, letting him know how grateful you are to have someone other than sarah be here for you right now, given that rafe probably doesn’t want to speak to you ever again.

“no problem, pretty girl, y’want somethin’ to eat?” he asks before standing up and walking to the trailer door, opening it and turning to look at you for your response. “what you got?” you giggle, seeing him motion for you to follow him. you stand up and join him, walking to his kitchen together.

at least one of the possible dads is trying.

a kinda long one for u guys to make up for being gone for a couple of days!! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ i love this one. rafe is always a little bitch 😩 i hope you guys enjoy + thank you for all the support on my previous fics! you’re all the best ㅤㅤᵕ̈ // not proofread. if you spot any mistakes please feel free to correct me 🎀

@cameronluvr

#rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x reader #toxic!rafe #toxic!rafe cameron #rafe cameron angst #barry obx #barry outer banks #barry x reader #barry obx x reader #sarah cameron

[crispfencer]

Outside on the concrete steps while I hear all my friends having a good time at the party :') maybe living is fine actually.

#one of them was like complaining about how hard it was having a cameo in the new marvel film #and we told him to shut the fuck up LOL #everyone is having a great time #this is the closest i feel to being 'in media' lol despite being terminally unemployed #my friend has a citv show with her name in the title and thats like. well theres a connection isnt there LOL #let me come to the NTAs with you :3 #uhhhhh what wlse #my silly little boy friend lost a whole box of shrooms lol #and kept going “aaaa where are my shrooms!!” in a high pitched northern voice #anyway this is slightly testing so i might go home soon but like #yeah this is nice #cris is talking tag

[ultimate-chickennougat]

| Shut up for me, love, |

Toji Fushiguro x Wife!Reader

Toji finds out you're pregnant! (with Megumi)

Word Count: 1.5k

CW: SFW, domestic fluff, pregnancy, Toji has a job, slightly suggestive dialogue

A/n: I have an idea for a Part 2 (this was so fun)... also opening to take requests if you have any.

It was like floating on cloud nine, where everything was beautiful and happy. You couldn’t help but curl up into a ball on your bed, digging your fists into the covers while clutching the test. Why? Because it came up with two lines. 

You had always wanted kids, that was something your husband, Toji, knew very well. However, there was still something daunting, that translated into a sinking feeling in your gut. Something that you had wanted for so long, something bigger than yourself, was going to happen, and the two of you would face it together. 

There were so many things to look forward to while pregnant. Wearing cute dresses that emphasized your bump just right, a sign to yourself and the world of your lovely marriage and relationship with your husband. Family photos, pregnancy milestones, and finally, the birth that would happen in a bit under nine months. You were so happy to start your family with Toji, and the little bundle of joy that was growing inside of you.

That feeling of euphoria didn’t leave after laying there for five minutes. In fact, it probably never would. It was another version of the feeling you got when you first met Toji, and the one from when you married him, and you still couldn’t believe that it had happened. But, Toji would be home soon. 

Knowing your husband, still as frustrated with your finances as ever, the one thing you could decide was that balloons and cake would not be appreciated on this occasion. Though he knew of your desires, he never explicitly said he wanted a baby either. That was what scared you the most. 

Toji always humered you, when you visited little clothing boutiques and stores, and something in the maternity section caught your eye. Or, when you couldn’t help but offer to take care of your friend’s baby whenever you got the chance, and had the biggest smile he had ever seen on your face, when you held her. 

What you didn’t see, however, was that while you perused the racks of baby clothing, his eyes drifted over to the green dinosaur onesie, with dark green spikes covering the head and going over the back and the tail. He chuckled under his breath, starting to get ideas himself seeing how invested you were. 

When you mentioned getting pregnant, Toji said he wasn’t opposed, though the look on his face showed more that he was uninterested. While you trusted your husband, he was wonderful to you, that sinking feeling didn’t go away either. Part of the reason you were so enthusiastic, after all, was because you’d be raising your child with Toji, and that idea was the embodiment of perfection in your mind. Without him in all the way, would it really be the same?

Toji wasn’t a big fan of fuss anyway, his proposal and your wedding had been small and pretty simple, and you were fine with that. In all honesty it was nice, to not have to worry about every little thing being perfect anyway. For news like this, thinking about decorations would only be a distraction from figuring out what to say. 

“Toji, honey, I’m pregnant,” you repeated to yourself in the mirror, holding the test to give it to him, trying to present it like a gift of some sort. “I have some news for you, Toji,” another option, “It’s great news, I’m really excited,” you tried to make the perfect smile, to show him just how happy you were. But you just threw yourself back on the bed, covering the flush on your cheeks with your hand. 

Everything sounded fake when you tried it. Knowing Toji, if you said any of those things, he might think there was something wrong instead of the truth. And of course, you couldn’t knock that stupid grin off your face for more than a few seconds, butterflies fluttering around your stomach so much that you had to ground yourself. 

Your face heated up at the mere thought of your husband walking through the door, though he would be tired and bothered as per usual. How would he react? Would he be as happy as you are, or… and the sinking feeling was growing again. You lifted your knees, planting your feet flat on the bed so the hem of your dress laid right above your ankles, as you sat in thought, preparing yourself for the inevitable. 

In a way you had given up, on facing Toji head on. Instead you decided to lie in wait, and figure something out on a whim if it didn’t come to you before he got home. You tucked the test under the blanket next to your legs, trying to relax as best as you could. 

The click of the front door was a familiar sound, something that usually excited you. However on this particular day, it was a little bit too exciting, so much so that you couldn’t urge yourself to get up and move your hands from their comfortable spot covering your face. 

Toji made his way through the kitchen and the living room, missing the usual sound of you, his wife, running around doing whatever it was that you were doing when he came home every day. The occasional joking “Honey, I’m home,” something he had grown to secretly enjoy, couldn’t be said despite his relatively good mood - for his ‘honey’ wasn’t there. 

Heading into your shared bedroom, where he typically pulled off his stuffy work clothes and changed into something more comfortable, was where he found you, curled up and about as out-of-it as ever. 

Toji laid down behind you on the bed, leaning over onto his side to see you. He pulled one of your hands off your face, smirking as you opened your eyes and met his gaze. “Hey, stupid,” he laughed as you pulled your hand back, smacking his away. “Why you coverin’ that pretty face, huh?” he asked, settling down with his hand resting under his neck. “What happened to ‘wife’, or something,” you tried to pout. “I called you pretty,” he reasoned, “and I can see that stupid smile on your face, somethin’ happen to ya?” 

Toji reached his hand over, with more force this time, pulling both your hands off your face. The flushed red of your cheeks and cute little protests made him smile. “You gonna tell me what’s got you so flustered, wife?” he kept your hands lightly pinned beneath his. “Couldn’t help yourself from thinkin’ about me while I was at work… really is stupid to be embarrassed,” you shook your head as best as you could. 

“Toji…” you murmured out, trying not to look him in the eyes. You pulled your right hand away from him, reaching into the covers to where you shoved the test. “I’m just… really happy, okay?” you choked out meekly, biting your lip you threw the test back at him. 

Catching it in his hands, he stared at the two lines. “You don’t say, huh?” he breathed heavily, as you eyed his expression with worry. “I just found out…” you blushed as he looked back at you, listening intently. “And… I know we didn’t talk that much about it,” you whispered, feeling his hand tighten it’s grip around yours. “But I really want to be a mother, Toji,” you sighed, still anticipating his reply. 

“Didn’t realize we weren’t on the same page about that,” he turned away, with a smile on his face. “I don’t want to make you unhappy -” he cut you off with a kiss, leaning down as your heart raced even faster. “How ‘bout you shut up for me, love,” your face contorted into a look of surprise. “Am I that bad of a husband? I thought you knew I was on board,” he chuckled. “But you said you didn’t really care,” you whined, as he moved his hand to hold yours more comfortably. “Yeah, that was my way of sayin’ it,” you rolled your eyes at him. “Besides, who do you think did this to ya, I’m not that much of an idiot,” he held up the test again, the surrealness of it all was sinking in.

“So, do you know the gender yet?” he asked, as you squinted. “Toji, I just found out a few minutes ago,” you replied. “Yeah, but I figured you had some kind of mother’s intuition on that stuff,” he yawned, the tiredness from work starting to hit him. “Well, what do you think?” 

“A girl,” he stated quickly, as you thought about it. “Your final guess?” you asked, to which he agreed. “Well knowing your losing streak, it must be a boy then,” you laughed as he frowned, “I should put that on paper… How’s that for mother’s intuition?” You looked back at Toji, who was fully laid down with his eyes closed. “Pregnant women should get a lot of sleep, I’m just setting an example,” he yawned again, pulling your waist to turn you next to him. You snuggled in closer, the sinking feeling was gone though the butterflies were only getting worse by the minute. “Fine, but only for a little while. I have to make dinner,” Toji hummed in response. “G’night, future mama.”

(Part 2)

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #toji zenin #jjk toji #toji fushiguro x reader #toji zenin x reader #toji x reader #toji x you #toji fluff #toji fushiguro x you #jujutsu kaisen toji #fushiguro toji #fushiguro toji x reader

[alexiswritingstuff]

Is that... lipstick?

Pairing: Castiel x gn! reader.

Other appearances: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Summary: While trying to have a morning like any other, the Winchester brothers notice a certain fact about the reader they apparently hadn’t themselves. Though once they did, it was something... very unexpected. 

Content/Warnings: implied intimacy. nothing explicit unless you want it to be. implied alcohol consumption.

Also this has not been proofread again so be aware that there might be spelling mistakes and such.

A/N: okayokayokay I had this idea from that trend on tiktok where a person would show themselves fixing up their lipstick and then pan to the reason it was messed up in the first place (their partner) and immediately just came up with whatever this was.

Cas is like my go to when writing rn but If someone wants like a Dean x reader version of this... let me know...

Waking up always felt like the most difficult part of the day. A sort of sluggishness continuously pulling at every muscle within your body. A dull ache that pulsed across the temple as if in harmony with a heartbeat. 

There was a list of things that begged you to stay in the comfort of a bed, but you found yourself up and about anyway, ending up in the kitchen with squinting eyes as soon as the harsh lighting consumed your vision. 

You had a milk carton in one hand, while your other held onto a bowl of dry cereal, and you titled it to the side, watching the liquid pour over the bites of paradise until some began to float. 

Sam was sat at the table to your right. His eyes were practically glued to the screen, his fingers typing away like he was doing a test for how fast he could do it. A sound that didn’t exactly help your head, even though there was the hood of a hoodie covering your ears.

“Yo, Sam, you’re the smart one,” you started after returning the milk to its cold home. The frantic pressing of keys ceased all at once, after at least 3 more words had been spelled out. “... What?”

“I’m not... I’m not repeating that-- How do you cure a headache?” you questioned instead, grabbing the spoon you had set down earlier. Sam’s chair squeaked lightly as he leaned back. “Um...”

“I’m pretty sure you could just take an ibuprofen. Or, you know, put a wet towel on your head? Something like that.” 

The younger Winchester sort of looked at you for a minute, though he could only see your back. His eyes analysed your posture, the way that you moved, the way that you stood. And then they narrowed.

His chin slightly tilted up, “Did you drink a lot last night?”

A scoff passed through your lips immediately. “I honestly don’t have an answer to that.” The first mouthful of cereal had been brought to your lips and the second the food touched your tongue, your shoulders relaxed. A sigh seeped through your nose. “I wanna marry the person that made cereal.”

The bowl that really was utter paradise was now in your hands, your fingers gripping onto it for dear life as you finally turned yourself round so that you could lean against the metal island.

“You know that person is dead and has been for... many years, right?” Sam spoke with furrowed eyebrows, the laptop in front of him now long forgotten. “Never stopped me before.” was all you had said before another spoonful was shovelled into your mouth.

At this point a set of footsteps had started echoing through the hallway, and after Sam looked at you with either disgust or concern, or both, his eyes went to the doorway.

“Whoa.” Dean’s feet halted for a moment as he looked between his relieved looking brother and the gremlin thing that was practically hunched over a bowl. “What kind of meeting is this?”

You swallowed, “One where people stop asking questions first thing in the morning.” you responded lazily, gathering more of the contents into your spoon. Dean raised his eyebrows for a second, only to nod his head a second later when his brother sent him a shrug. 

“Well,” He continued his previous movements and was now officially in the kitchen, beginning to make his way through the space between the island and the table. “As long as I get breakfast out of it, I---”

Dean stopped almost as fast as he had started. And soon enough, by the time your mouth was yet again full, it seemed that the man was now stood to your side.

It wasn’t until you looked up that you had actually noticed those green eyes of his were aimed right at you, even though you hadn’t uttered a word. You could only blink for a moment.

“What?” you finally questioned, the word barely audible through the mush. 

But Dean still stared, mouth agape and eyes flickering over almost every inch of your face in a way that made you want to fold in on yourself. You swallowed again, “Wha-- What? What is it?”

The man before you took about a step backwards, allowing Sam to have you in his line of sight. And then he practically mirrored Dean’s expression, his eyebrows beginning to raise as if they were aiming for the ceiling. “... oh.” 

“Oh.” Dean said himself.

Then suddenly, as if the final cog had turned in his head, the face that was once frozen in shock had morphed into this shit eating grin that curled in a beyond terrifying way.

He started laughing. 

It wasn’t his usual huffed one, a giggle, or even those little ones he did when making fun of someone. This man was full on cackling in a way that had him bending at the knees.

Sam himself did a bit better at hiding his reaction to whatever it was they were seeing, though his lips sort of trembled as they tucked very tightly together.

You placed the bowl onto the island behind you, arms now crossed over your chest, as you looked between the boys like a disappointed teacher. “Am I going to have to wait a year for you to tell me what the hell is going on?”

“Oh-- Oh, man, this-- this is-- Oh, my god, this is great!” Dean strained out through even more hard laughs while you looked back and forth between the brothers, desperately trying to gage what had happened. “What?”

Finally, after asking the same question over and over again for what felt like the millionth time at this point, and after Sam managed to clear his throat without cracking, he spoke up. “Have you, uh...”

“Have you looked in a mirror at all this morning?”

You shook your head slowly, your eyebrows now very much furrowed if they weren’t before, “No... Why?”

Dean couldn’t even properly speak at this point, as every attempt to contain that urge of laughter ended in yet another fit. “You-- Man, I want-- Ha! I want a picture of this.” he managed out after a few tries, and even began to pat at his pockets as best as he could in his condition.

Though, the laugh and the lack of understand of what the hell was happening made you feel very self-conscious in that moment... You had to admit that it was very nice to see Dean like that, let alone hear that sort of laughter that hasn’t been heard in a very long time.

After staring at the man who was still in absolute hysterics for a second longer, your eyes travelled back over to Sam when he cleared his throat again, and even scrunched his nose in an attempt to calm himself down.

“Yeah,” he started through a slight hushed voice as he nodded his head, “I think it’s best if you go look, just-- No reason.” 

It was literally first thing in the morning. Your energy levels didn’t even exist at this point, and all you really wanted to do was just eat your damn cereal in peace... but nevertheless.

You complied. 

Your gaze flicked back and forth between the brothers one more time before you pushed yourself off of the island and moved towards the doorway, your feet dragging with every step.

Another round of laughter erupted as soon as you had left the room. 

~

Various grumbles joined by the hum of electronic power were the only sounds that echoed through the annoyingly bright halls.

Though the air that circulated was cool, it never seemed to ease the warm rush of embarrassment that burned around your body, despite not even knowing the cause.

After walking through the maze like hallways within the bunker, that felt even longer when tired, you had found yourself in front of the large dark door that held the shower room behind it.

With all the strength you could muster in your state, you turned so that your shoulder could lean on the wood. Your hand grabbed at the handle that was so cold underneath your fingertips that you had almost immediately retracted. As if electrocuted.

The door swung open within the next second, but as soon as it had done so, instead of taking a step inside, your hands now jolted up to cover your eyes, “Jesus!” You blinked more times than anyone could count, your eyelids barely even making it halfway before they had to shut again.

The walls in the room were basically all white, meaning that the light emitted from the ceiling just purely bounced around every nook and cranny. “Might as well be looking at the damn sun.” you muttered to yourself, an irritated sigh following after.

Once you had at least mildly managed to get adjusted to the disgraceful lighting, you allowed yourself to shuffle into the equally cold room.

Soon enough, your heavy body ended up at the sink, your hands grasping along the rim of the bowl in an attempt to stabilise yourself when another ache had pulsed along your forehead.

You took in a deep breath through your nose and held it there for a few seconds. Your eyes landed on the mirror that sat before you, the blinking beginning all over again as the reflection being seen was only blurry.

But thus, after a good minute of being in that bathroom, your body allowed itself to adjust to everything that continuously attacked your senses. 

One last blink was all it took before you could see yourself in the glass as clear as day... And everything that came with it.

“Oh... my god.”

Your face was brought closer to the mirror within an instant, your previously tired and heavy eyes becoming fully open in alarm as they were now the ones to search across the skin of your face.

On almost every single feature, that you could see in front of you, was an imprint from a certain cosmetic.

Most entirely followed the outline that very clearly resembled the shape of lips, but others were smudged, some even dragging to where another had been placed.

Lipstick.

There was an odd texture that you had felt tighten the indents of your face this morning, but never in your life would you have imagined that this was the reason. You thought your skin was just being weird.

Your body was frozen. No matter how hard you thought in that moment, there was absolutely no recollection of the previous night. Or who even owned lipstick.

The eyes that stared back at you were almost wild now, a sort of panic surging through your veins at the lack of any memory... Though, it faded into something else as fast as it had started.

Your hood had slipped off the back of your head after your sudden movement. And now, upon gazing at the new areas exposed to you, your eyes ended up travelling even lower. Which now left you realising yet another thing.

The marks weren’t only on your face.

Your heart was purely hammering in your chest, all of the previous confusion and disorientation from earlier fuelling the fire that was panic, as you slowly pushed yourself backwards to stand up straight.

There was a print of lips halfway under the neckline of your hoodie.

Your hands raised, almost frightened, to grip at the fabric. And soon you had it between your fingers, realising now that the texture of that too had been altered from stains that you were guessing happened during everything else.

With a slight shake to your breath, and a squeeze of the material in your grasp, you gingerly began to pull it away so that the skin of your torso was properly revealed in the light--

It was slammed back to your chest within the next second. An audible gasp had even spilled from your lips as you found your gaze in the mirror yet again. Eyes still wide, almost unblinking.

“Holy...”

Your feet took a stumbled step away from the sink, your fingers still tightly clutched to your hoodie, as if it was a set of pearls. But even that couldn’t hide the set prints that apparently travelled a lot further than you thought. The more parts that you looked at, the more stains you found.

Your body had been a canvas to a painter you couldn’t remember.

At this point, you were stood in the centre of the room. Every emotion felt morphing into one thing that spread from your head to your toes.

And then you turned, twisting slow on your feet until your hazed eyes landed on at least one of those large showers that seemed more appealing than they had ever in the morning.

How the hell did you get lipstick off?

~

To rid the skin of countless stains took longer than you had originally thought.

Most of your body felt raw. As if you had scrubbed it with sandpaper for hours on end, though it was just your hands. All was worth it, however, as the previous marks were no more.

For the first time throughout the entire morning, the air that engulfed you within the hallway relieved the warmth that clung as you walked through it, your fresh set of clothes slightly sticking to your body more and more with every step.

You ruffled your towel through your damp hair, the ache in your temple now caused by your eyebrows that were furrowed due to the multitude of thoughts that filtered both in and out of your mind.

An act that almost had you walking right past your own bedroom.

Another grumble murmured through your lips as you turned to the side, opening the door like you had done with the one for the shower room. And then you walked in, the fuzz in your mind apparently stopping you from noticing the light that illuminated its contents.

One that previously wasn’t on at all.

Your head shook, as if all the action going on in your mind would just let go.

Instead of getting closer to figuring out last night's mystery, you were getting further away... Or nowhere at all.

You went round the edge of your bed, taking your towel in both hands before stretching the material out completely so that you could drape it across the radiator along the wall.

A breath was brought slowly in and out of your lungs after taking a step back from the warmth. Your spine uncurled from it’s miserable slouch, your arms practically going limp by your sides while your eyes fell closed.

You reached backwards after a moment, hands patting through the air until you managed to locate the mattress that was screaming your name. But instead, you just sat yourself down. Attempting a final try to get to the bottom of everything. “Come on, man.” 

At this point, your head was lowered onto your hands that had previously been clasped together moments before. 

You tried everything. Thinking back to what you had done before the timeframe of the... event, who it could’ve been. I mean, Sam and Dean would surely have asked questions if it was someone they didn’t know, right?

Still, even after all of that, and the extra seconds you took to wrack through your brain for even the slightest memory from last night. Something that could just spark your brain and give you the answer. There was nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

“Dammit.” you breathed out, your body now falling limp against your lap as your shoulders deflated with it.

There was almost this feeling of shame that pierced through every other one.

It wasn’t so much so about the fact that you couldn’t remember if you had gone out, or brought someone back into your own home, as much as it was about the fact that you had shared such an intimate experience with a person. And you couldn’t remember a single thing.

Who the hell--

“Y/n?”

Your head snapped up within a second, your body following suit in a way that made it seem like you were about to go flying into the wall when you had managed to stand. “Jesus!”

The heel of your foot had twisted so quickly that it almost gave your skin carpet burn. Your arms were up and ready as you looked throughout the room to find the intruder...

And then your eyes landed on your bed. More importantly, those familiar set of blue eyes that stared right back at you.

Your shoulders eased back down as they had done earlier, your calloused hands raising before rubbing at the soft skin of your face, that felt even nicer after that shower.

“Okay, yeah-- I think Dean is right, man. You’ve gotta stop just appearing like that.” you practically groaned out as you pinched at the bridge of your nose.

“Well, I... I seem to have been here before you walked in.”

Your fingers dragged away from the warm skin beneath it so that you could allow your gaze to find the man, who was most definitely not helping your confusion. “Huh?”

Especially when you had actually located him.

Because of your previous glance, you had thought that Cas was just sat on your bed for whatever reason he desired.

Though now, as you properly stared back at him, finally registering that sort of grogginess that further emphasised the gravel to his voice when he had spoken, you had noticed that he was in fact under the covers.

Your covers.

His torso was practically twisted just so that he could meet your eyes while his own were narrowed, adjusting to the light, and almost looked puffy as if he had just woken up.

Your eyebrows were most definitely furrowed if they weren’t before. “I thought angels didn’t sleep.” You were about to say. Another mystery that you had to solve... but instead, just as the words were going to roll off of your tongue, your brain had fully taken in the appearance of the person before you.

Castiel’s hair was dishevelled, heavily contrasting the way it usually sat, which in itself was most unusual.

And then you saw it.

No words could even begin to pass through your lips in that moment. No matter how hard you tried. There wasn’t a sound, or even a vowel.

“Y/n?” Cas questioned before clearing his throat, slowly pushing himself upward until he could sit upright and even did his signature head tilt when he was properly facing you. “What’s wrong?” He fought with an urge to yawn.

You couldn’t move. Your eyes were just glued to his lips. A set that seemed to be layered with a sort of faded deep red which smudged severely over the skin surrounding his mouth, especially towards the corners. “Oh.”

Castiel’s eyebrows furrowed at the lack of fullness to your voice.

It appeared that your mystery was solved.

You had found your mystery painter.

“Oh.”

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[thevestigeofvanillaan]

Daddy's Girl.

"i wouldn't say i called it if i hadn't. but i called it when i said it was a sick joke"

karma akabane x spoiled!reader.

content: smut, mention of weed, smoking, getting high, innocent reader, corruption, "daddy", bully!karma, enemies to lovers ig, belly bulge.

hey guys!! first karma post. also first post on the new "EARTH'S GRIMEY CRIES" page!! i lately have taken interest in the color palette for cyan, blue, dark blue, and darker shades of red. "The Delicate Sound Of Thunder" live concert by pink floyd was an influence on this particular page design, and i love it. it's always nice that i can create a whole new page when i get out of room on my navigation centers, or when i want to. hopefully my sp fans aren't too upset that i want to write about other shows/people!! i'll be posting drafts and finishing requests soon.

karma is such an asshole.

to everyone, not even just you.

having not known him pained you as you thought he'd hated you for no reason other than you're a "taut daddy's girl who gets daddy's money". which was unreliable truth that nobody except select few in the entire school system knew. karma was one of those people.

he knows everything about everyone, it's terrifying, honestly.

"talk of that brat" karma scoffs as you walk over to talk to your tutor, nagisa, who'd oddly enough been on speaking terms with karma regardless of their differences and past experiences.

"nagisa, i got a b on our recent test, can you help me more in the future?"

"i don't see why no—"

"maybe if instead of buying you ponies, your daddy bought you an education; you wouldn't be in such a pickle, darling."

you sigh and walk away, assuming the help is useless anyway, and karma was right. you were just not bright when it came to academics because you were raised with everything a kid dreams of.

but he catches up to you.

"no hard feelings, princess?"

"no hard feelings? asshole. what is with you? can't you leave me alone?" you scoff and continue to walk, not bothering to eye him.

he sighs and jogs slightly to catch up with you. "alright– listen, i got an a+ on the recent test.. alright? let me help you."

"you? offering to help me? what kind of sick joke?"

"it's not a joke. come to mine at.. say seven." karma stops walking beside you to go find someone else to bother.

i wouldn't say i called it if i hadn't. but i called it when i said it was a sick joke.

you showed up at karma's doorstep at 7:00 PM, like he'd told you to. alarming detail being no cars in the driveway, where his parents cars are usually parked.

he'd opened the door. "hey princess. make yourself at home, you might be here a while." he invites you in with his usual sarcastic tone you hated.

"want like.. water? sorry it's not sparkly or whatever i don't drink that weird shit." he says as he grabs a glass and fills it with water, handing it to you.

karma starts to head upstairs and so you follow him into his room that's weirdly tidy and large.

karma was not poor, in fact his parents made the same money your dad did. just, karma took individuality when it came to money. decided to get a job at a young age and has been making his own money ever since and even bought his own car.

you didn't do that. you were always handed everything, so you grew up differently than karma. or at least with a different mindset.

"your room is nice." you compliment awkwardly to fill the silence as you just stand in the middle of the clean wooden floors.

"uh, are you gonna sit down or just stand there?" he tilts his head and chuckles, patting the spot right next to him on his bed.

you place your cup down on a table and cough softly even though you didn't need to, heading over slowly and sitting down fairly far from him.

but that distance didn't stay when he scooted closer anyway. "so! what's the score ya got on the test?"

"hey wait. why do you make fun of me all the time? for.. being fortunate i guess."

karma stays in silence for a moment before laughing. "you.." he pokes your chest and doesn't look into your eyes as he talks. "you aren't the fortunate one. your daddy is, and you take advantage of it.. that's what i make fun of."

you look down at his hand that lay still in your lap and grab it with your own hand. "i never got to know what it was like to be a teenager because my dad was strict. he used money to keep me away from the public, sex, drugs, parties, everything. that's not my fault."

he doesn't say anything for a couple seconds before he looks into your eyes. "huh. so you have never done any of that?"

you nod 'no'.

"hah! baby do you have a lot i need to teach you. to hell with the stupid test that we already did." karma laughs. "you've never even gone to a party?"

"nope."

"shit. you're such a virgin." he laughs and you look down in embarrassment. but he brings a hand to your chin and makes you look back up at him. "hey, no need to be embarrassed. hey let me help you."

"help me with what?"

"you ever wanted to get high?" karma asks, opening a drawer before taking out a pen. "this makes you tired, jus'so you know. your daddy cool if you stay the night? because baby you'll be out."

"mhm." you nod and bite your lip, shifting the way you're sitting in excitement. you always wanted to get high but never had the chance.

"you're ampy. guess my little innocent girl's not gonna be so innocent anymore, huh?"

my? you'd wonder about what he'd meant. but you didn't care because it made you feel good; at least in the way you took it.

he holds the pen up to your mouth. "breathe in.. then.. breathe in again. that's the only way i can really explain it to you."

and with that you took it to your mouth and did as he told you. "take another hit. but that's it, this can be strong and i don't know your tolerance, baby."

after you take another, you watch as he takes his and after that, it starts to hit you. the room starts moving into .5 and it's all zoomed out. it's cool, nothing like you'd ever experienced before.

you start to giggle.

"mhmm. you okay, baby?" karma asks and you nod, moving closer to him.

"uhuh. hey. what's next?" you ask, crawling into his lap and laying on him in tiredness.

"what do you mean, what's next?" he asks, rubbing my arm and conforting me. this was the sweetest karma had ever been.

"well you said— you said you were gon' teach me stuff. can teach me bout sex. take it from me?" you didn't even know what you were saying, or that it would affect you tomorrow. and you didn't care.

karma chuckles lowly and lays me down. "you're tired, can see it in your eyes."

"fuck me to sleep." you sit up and grab at the hair at the base of his neck, pulling on it before pulling his face into yours, kissing him softly. "please— all i wan' right now is you."

he takes his hands and parts your legs and rests himself between them, laying you back down to lean over you as he kisses down your neck, playing with the hem of your shirt.

through your shorts you felt the bulge inside his jeans pressing against your clothed core. you wanted it so bad. you take your hands to his face and pull him back up to kiss your lips.

whispering into his mouth "please, need you so bad.. karma."

now that he knew you knew what you were doing and with who, he went feral. he took off your shirt and unzipped your jean shorts.

you trace his jawline with your fingers and admire his pretty face as he removes his own clothes.

not long later his tip is pressed against your entrance. "are you sure you want this, baby?"

with one nod he thrusts into you painfully and your back arches as you moan loudly. he doesn't give you time to adjust as he starts thrusting at a quick paste.

your moans are loud and you scratch at his biceps and his back as tears prick your lash line.

"fuck karma— please.." you moan as he uses his thumb to play with your clit as the rest of his fingers press down on your lower abdomin, creating intense pleasure. the bulge in your belly was felt on his finger tips.

"oh, baby moan louder.. let my neighbors hear who fucking owns you.."

"fuck!! ugh—karma please please please please fuck harder." you moan out loudly, pushing him down into your chest and locking your legs around his waist so he can't pull out.

"baby don't do that.. im gonna cum soon." both hands go to your thighs so even if you tried to take them off you couldn't because he holds your legs firmly there, against his own command. "you're— real tense!" he squeezes his abs in a groan from the throat. "you're gonna cum?"

"mmmmhmm." you whine and nod, tears streaming down your face with all the pleasure.

"fuck im gonna breed you all good.. fill ya full with daddy's cum, yeah? you're mine, you know that? huh? tell me you're all mine." he groans and whines at you in a needy voice that makes your orgasm peak.

"all yours–! 'm cummin'!"

"god yes, cum with me baby." he groans and you release together, heavy breathing and leftover moans fill the room as they echo against the walls.

karma pulls out and falls beside you, who's about to be sleeping mind you.

"hey wait, don't you fall asleep. knew indica would get ya like this.. it always does with first timers." he sighs and gets up, grabbing a towel and walking back over to you, half lidded and looking up at him with dried mascara tear stained cheeks.

karma smiles softly at your expression once he knows you can't see him, rubbing the towel on your thighs and everywhere between your legs. he grabs a shirt and helps you sit up, putting it on you and grabbing your panties, that he also puts on you before laying you back down.

he lays beside you and you drag heavy limbs to snuggle into his chest and side. "thanks.. for all this. guess im not your little innocent girl no more."

"you're still my girl.. told ya that, didn't i?" he says and you giggle softly, nodding into his chest. "good, so.. you're my not-so-innocent little girl now, huh?"

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[horseshoegirl]

Damn Those Dog Tags: Part 11 - Dream On

📜... I'll be running from the pitchforks as they come... I'll be running from the pitchforks as they come... 👀

❗+18, strong language, godmother reader/original female character, original child, shitty family dynamics, attempted kidnapping, violence, physical violence, slight verbal abuse, fighting, people are getting hurt in this one, and mentions of blood.

(This part might not be for everyone, so I will say if you want to skip over some of the more descriptive parts, the second someone sees Sadie, please skip to the end.)

#5.5k Words

Part 10 | Masterlist | Part 12

You had no idea what Jake had planned for your second date, and you started feeling guilty.

All Jake told you was to wear something you could easily change out of. He was supposed to pick you up after your shift and take you to some undisclosed location for 'dinner and an experience that would change your life.’ Then he proceeded to tell you Maverick wanted to spend time with Sadie.

Rooster had picked Sadie up from school and dropped her off at the bar.

If he knew anything about you and Jake, he hadn't let on. Whether it was you threatening to take his Sadie privileges away or the chat he had with Jake did something, you were slightly grateful. Perhaps it could make the blow a little softer, for when you told him you broke your promise of not falling for Jake's charms.

But that wasn't the cause for your guilt.

When Jake dropped you back home after the fair, he had respectfully walked you to the door like he wanted. Five minutes before Sadie's curfew, he kissed your cheek and asked if he could see you again. You had asked him if Friday afternoon was too soon, to which he teasingly replied, "So, you just don't want to be friends then?"

Having never gone past a first date, let alone had a date that went as well as this one, you felt a little lost. All those little nuisances of what you were supposed to do now, running amuck in your head - if you could plan the next set of dates or surprise him. He was doing everything right, at least what you believed to be right.

Besides Javy, there wasn't anyone else you could ask about what Jake liked to do. It wasn't the same as asking him what Jake liked to eat; you already had done that when you decided he could return for another Saturday night. It also wouldn't be the same or such a surprise if you asked him yourself. And you wouldn't dare go snoop.

But then you realized, in your panic, you maybe had more to work with than you thought, pulling out your phone to see if any country concerts were coming up that Jake might like to see. The bar was empty, save for you and Sadie, due to a surfing tournament on another beach. You had the time to investigate before Jimmy came to relieve you anyway.

But then you were pulled from your search, a text notification appearing along the top. A message from Maverick that said he was on his way to pick up Sadie.

"Uncle Mav is on his way, Bug! Do you have your helmet?" you called out.

Hearing a thump on the bar, you turned to see Sadie looking at you expectantly, her late Christmas gift from the entire Squad sticking out like a sore thumb. The shiny red helmet was littered with Lady Bugs along both sides, the words Bug in bright, bold letters on the front mocking the designs of their own helmets.

"Am I stupid?" she asked sarcastically. "He drives so fast. I'm not going anywhere without it."

You laughed at her softly. " I'm just making sure. What about your homework?"

"It's Friday," she pouted.

"Sadie..."

"Uncle Jake said he'd help me study for my math test tomorrow," she relented. "It's the end of the school year. I just want to enjoy this night with Uncle Mav before things get busy. Before playoffs."

You regarded her for a moment, deciding to let it slide. She was right, and if Jake was going to help her, you knew she'd do okay on her test.

"Okay, fine," you agreed. " But go to the bathroom. You don't know how long you'll be on the bike for."

Sadie blew a raspberry at you before climbing off the bar stool and skipping down the hall.

You were washing a wine glass at the sink, your back somewhat facing the front of the bar, when you heard someone ring the barbell. You turned to face the person, reaching for Sadie's helmet as you said, "Sorry, that bell is not for..."

But a shrill gasp replaced the end of your sentence, and a sharp chill shot down your spine. You reflectively took a few steps back at the person standing before you.

Tyler Hillman hardly changed since he walked out on your sister that night.

It was obvious Sadie took after Ridley in almost every aspect. While Sadie had Tyler's blonde hair, she looked nothing like him. Whereas he was all sharp features and a pointed nose, Sadie had inherited the dimples you and Ridley were known for.

His stare still made you uncomfortable - not the same way you felt when some of the newer pilots leered at you while you worked. It was the type that made you feel as if he was looking right through you. He still puffed out his chest and stood in a way that now reminded you of Cyclone. And he had an expectant look, despite not saying a word. Like you should already know exactly what he wanted.

Even the lack of a smile, regardless of if it would have freaked you out, was unnerving.

"Tyler..." you stuttered, failing to keep the fear from your voice. "What are you doing here?'

"Cut the crap, Elizabeth," his tone was short. "I know you aren't exactly pleased to see me."

"And you can't imagine why?" you gritted behind your teeth. Your hand holding Sadie's helmet slowly travelled behind your back while Tyler laughed to himself, remarking, "I believe the last words you ever said to me were, 'If you hurt my sister ever again, I will personally shove your balls down your throat.' And you were still a teenager."

Although you were utterly terrified, taking in the fact that one of your worst nightmares had come true, you managed to spit out, "And I'll still do it, you asshole."

He ignored you. "Let me cut to the chase," he said, smiling at you sinisterly. "You have something that belongs to me. I want it back."

His eyes dropped down to the helmet, and you knew, without a doubt, his sole intention in walking into the bar was to take Sadie.

"As if I'd ever give her over to you."

Tyler tutted, shaking his head. "You know, you're making my job here ten times harder. Wouldn't it be so much better for us both if you just handed her over to me? So, you and that glorified pilot could start your own family."

You drew in a sharp breath at the mention of Jake. It confirmed every thought you ever had about being followed, every stupid fucking encounter you've ever had with that white car playing in your head like a movie. The spoiler should have been a dead giveaway; Tyler beefed up his cars with his parent’s money like a spoiled teenager.

"Though," he added, looking down at his hands before staring back at you. "I wouldn't be surprised if that hasn't happened already, the way you two practically fucked up against that truck on the fairgrounds."

Bile rose in your throat. He saw the two of you at the fair, and you suddenly realized he was probably the person who bumped into you. You tried to hide the quiver in your voice as you admitted quietly, "You were stalking me."

Tyler shrugged. "I like to think of it as a little insurance. Knowing what I have to put up with."

You hated that you were forcing yourself to speak with him, that walking on eggshells with your responses would be better than giving him the reaction you knew he desperately wanted. A reaction you would have no problem giving had you not known better.

But deep down, you were screaming. Screaming for Sadie to stay hidden in the bathroom. Screaming for Pete to hurry up so you wouldn't be alone. For Jake to arrive earlier to come to get you. So, you didn't have to keep distracting him so you could stall for time.

You knew Tyler. He'd stop at nothing to get what he wanted. Because there was no way you weren't getting out of this without some sort of fight.

The words slipped out of your mouth, "You're insane."

Tyler whipped his hand across the bar, knocking a few empty glasses off the surface and sending them crashing to the floor. You flinched, your grasp on Sadie's helmet becoming tighter as he reached out to grab the backs of the farthest bar chairs.

"No, you know what's insane?" he shouted at you. "My father cares more about his political career and reputation than anything else."

This was the Tyler you knew him to be. The rich kid persona, acting out if he didn't get his way.

"Go get the kid, Tyler," he rambled. "We can't have this staining our chances. So, what do I do but remind him he was the one who wanted the no responsibility cause."

Your hand holding Sadie's helmet twitched at him degrading your sister, fighting the urge to throw it at his head.

"So, what does he do but put in the review request," Tyler's knuckles whitened on the chair as he shook his head. "Asshole didn't listen to me when I told him your sister had it locked down, 'ironclad.'"

Those were the exact words the clerk had told you the day Jake picked Sadie up from school. And then the letter flashed in your mind, Tyler's written words reciting themselves in your head.

"You tried to convince her," you said out loud. "Your letter, you wanted her to drop it."

"Oh, find that did you?" he smirked, pleased with himself. "I'll admit, it wasn't the best idea. But at least it got her to meet up with me."

"Meet up with you?!" You said in disbelief. "She'd never put herself in that situation, not what you did to her."

He lazily spun one of the barstools around before picking up a toothpick from the bowl on the bar. He threw the piece of paper it was in onto the ground, working the piece of wood through his fingers. "She was a nuisance, that one. Never did what I asked her to. Ungrateful, really."

Taking the toothpick with his other hand, he brought it up to his mouth, working it around his bottom teeth before biting down. You made a mental note to ask Jake not to use them anymore at the action.

"Despite what you think, she did meet me. Out at a coffee shop before dark, just before a freak storm."

Like a cigarette, Tyler pulled the stick out of his mouth, snapping it in two and tossing the broken pieces onto the top of the bar. "Told me I was the biggest fucking regret of her life, apart from being nothing short of a sperm donor."

You jolted as he tore the chairs backwards. They struck the floor with an intense bang. "Me, of all things, a sperm donor?!"

You caught the clock behind his head, refusing to look at him while he spurred off on everything Ridley said to him during that chat. How she humiliated him. How she listed off all the reasons why she'd never help him, never let Sadie anywhere near him.

Part of you understood why she did it. It was everything she couldn't say to your father, her one regret of taking you and leaving as the both of you did. Time and time again, she told you she wished she could convey just how much he had hurt the two of you, how much he had hurt your mother with his actions, while he lay in some comatose state so he'd be forced to listen to everything, without a chance of getting a word in.

Tyler was that chance.

Fixing your eyes on the smaller hand, you watched as it ticked away, each second a blessing, knowing somebody was just that closer to walking through those doors - even if you felt like a princess who needed rescuing. You prayed Sadie was still in the bathroom, the noise making her lock herself up in a stall.

That was until his following words made you look at him in shock.

"Though I'll admit after that, it was pretty easy leaving her on the side of that road," he remarked nonchalantly. "That tree practically came out of know where."

His words didn't register right away. At first, you thought he was trying to rile you up, mentioning your sister's death to upset and hurt you because you weren't giving in to what he wanted.

But then, the way in which he described leaving her. The way he described the tree. You knew.

It was never the storm that caused Ridley to crash.

You wanted to scream at him for what he'd done, but you stood there silently instead. Your mouth hung slightly open in disbelief as tears filled your eyes and ran down your cheeks.

"You bastard," you gasped.

He looked at you with a sickening smirk, taking pleasure in what he had done without feeling remorse for Ridley's death or your pain, shrugging like it was no big deal.

"That was one problem taken care of. But then I forgot about you. Should have known she'd have you take the kid should anything happen to her."

Tears streamed down your face as you gripped the side of your forearm. It was one thing to think Ridley's death had been an accident. It was another to know it hadn't. And Tyler raised his eyebrows, pleased with your reaction.

"You, I think, will be much easier to deal with."

A small gasp could be heard from the hallway to the bathroom. You saw the shift in his eyes, a quick side glance, indicating he saw Sadie hiding behind the corner. And despite everything you felt, you knew he would stop at nothing to get to her.

"Sadie! Run!" you shouted.

She panickily turned towards the back doors with a sharp gasp, sprinting towards the beach. You stepped forward and swung your arm up, Sadie's helmet still tight in your grasp. But Tyler was quicker, grabbing your wrist forcefully before you could hit him. You cried out as his nails bit into your skin, the helmet hitting the top of the bar, as you tried to pry his grip off your wrist.

Then he yanked you forward, hard. You wheezed as the counter's edge hit your stomach, and you doubled over the bar in pain. Struggling to breathe, you tried to force air into your lungs, a wave of panic surging through you as Tyler reached for the back of your head. Your hand came up in a weak attempt to stop him.

But it wasn't enough. Without warning, he slammed your face down into the surface of the bar.

Everything went black.

Fuzzy.

Mute.

You felt yourself being pushed backwards, falling to the floor like a sack of potatoes, the side of your face hitting something solid on the floor and making you cry out in pain. You instinctively cradled your face, your body curling inwards on itself.

It could have been minutes of you laying on the floor until you felt a hand wrench yours away from your face, dragging you over to the side of the bar. You fought and screamed for him to let you go. Then something cool was placed around your wrist. Tyler said something to you, but you couldn't make it out with the roar of blood rushing through your ears, eyes instinctively shut, whether your mind was protecting you or the pain was too much.

And then he was gone.

And your world went dark.

At first, you could only feel the coolness of the fridge against your arm, the biting edge of something encasing your wrist, a light breeze on your face, and the aches and pain underneath your skin.

Then it came to you, an overwhelming, all-encompassing feeling of panic throughout your body.

Sadie was in danger.

You opened your eyes.

The fucking asshole had handcuffed you to the mini-fridge. You blindly searched for something on top of the counter, random objects and glasses crashing to the floor as you struggled to find something you could use to free yourself.

But it was no use. There was nothing, not even a paper clip to wedge between the springs.

So, you tugged.

And tugged.

And pulled.

Each time more excruciating than the last, some blind hope urging you to believe if you put enough pressure behind your efforts - if you yanked hard enough - the metal would give way. And each scream would bring you one step closer to Sadie, despite your skin already turning blue.

The pain you could endure. Sadie needed you.

You had lost count of how many times you tried to free yourself, how many times the metal cut into your skin, but one attempt became too much. You hollered at the pain, the sharp feeling radiating down the joint of your arm, making you crumble.

There was no way you would get this thing off you.

It was hopeless.

"Liz?!"

Almost hopeless.

"Jake!" you screamed out through your tears. His boots pounded on the hardwood floor, and looking up over the top of the bar from the ground, you saw his head, eyes wild and frantic as he took in the state of the bar.

"Where are you!?" he yelled, stepping around the broken glass and upset chairs.

"Here!" you cried out, too weak to hide the pain or panic from your voice.

Jake sprinted around the bar, the swinging doors whacking either side of the counter as he approached you, trying to avoid the glass. You reached for him with your free hand, gripping his forearm tightly to confirm he was there with you. He kneeled next to you, grabbing the back of your neck, and firmly tilting your head to the side to take in the side of your face.

"Who the fuck did this to you?" he fumed, his face red as he focused on what you knew later to be a black eye. A vein on his forehead was sticking out as his nostrils flared. In any other instance, you would have feared him. But some small part of you knew you were safe.

You didn't answer him directly, instead crying out, "He went after Sadie."

Jake stiffened. "Who? Who has Sadie?"

"Tyler!" you sobbed. "You were right. He was behind everything."

He quickly scanned the inside of the bar for something heavy to free you with as you continued to bawl out, "His father put in the CPS request. He was the car. The one that night when you picked me up. At Sadie's school, at home. He was at the fair."

Jake looked back down at your face, shocked. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?!"

"I thought it was paranoia!" you exclaimed, thumping your head against the cupboard. Then in your bubbling mess, you cried out, "He killed Ridley."

Jake froze before pulling you to him, pressing your foreheads together as he fumed, "That fucker."

He let go of your face to reach up and grab your wrist, turning it to see the damage you had caused in your attempt to free yourself. Something changed in how he worked to free you - as if the news you had just given him were his commanding orders, and like a good soldier, he was following through.

Then the panic settled in your stomach once again. It wasn't you who needed help.

Sadie was in danger.

"Jake, you need to go find her. Please!"

He hooked his fingers between the metal and your skin, attempting to use sheer force and strength to pry the metal away. But you whimpered, crying out in pain as he pulled. You placed your hand on his arm to get him to stop.

"Jake, stop! You can't!"

He let out a frustrated cry, pulling away to place a hand on your neck once again. "I'm not leaving you here like this!"

But you shook your head frantically. "It's her before me. Always, Jake! Please!"

Jake didn't move. He was fighting with himself between trying to find something to free you with or leaving you like this so he could get to Sadie before Tyler did.

"Go!"

The firmness in your voice urged Jake to press a long, hard kiss to your cheek, just below your bruise, his hands holding either side of your jaw tight before he forced himself to leave you. Standing up, he pushed himself out of the bar, taking off in a full sprint out the back door after Tyler.

You were alone again, still chained, still lying amongst the broken glass trapped by the counter walls. You were left to grapple with the understanding your sister didn't die in an accident, that she was murdered, that Tyler ran her off the fucking road and left her to die. And now, he was after Sadie. He might as well have ripped your heart out and thrown it amongst the broken glass.

Sadie deserved so much better than you. And knowing your voice would go unheard, you wailed to the ceiling with the belief you were a complete and utter failure as her guardian.

It was a few minutes before Mav found you. You cried out for him as he called out your name. He peered at you from over the bar, you exclaiming you were handcuffed. He ran to Penny's office, coming back with a pair of heavy shears. As he worked to free you, you told him what happened. Once he released you, he led you to a chair, telling you to stay put before going to the back door.

"Call the police!" he called over his shoulder. "I'm going to go find Hangman."

___

The first time Jake ever got into a fistfight was in seventh grade.

A kid named Carter had made an insensitive joke about Janet, how he needed his sister, a girl no less, to fight his battles for him. Jake had swung without realizing he had. He had acted on instinct. He hadn't thought about the consequences.

And even as he sat in the Principal’s office afterwards, holding an ice bag to his cheek, his Ma sitting next to him as the principal ratted on him, he didn't care. Even when he came home, his brother George stared at him from the front step, shaking his head; he didn't care. Or when his father moved his room to the barn hayloft as a form of punishment, Jake stood his ground.

He had accepted his fate, whatever it would be. It was a small price to pay - nobody would say anything bad about his sister if he had any control over the matter.

But there would be consequences if he failed here. Sadie being taken away from you, him, and the Squad wasn't an option in any regard.

A faint scream in the distance guided Jake in the direction he needed to go, further down the south side to where the beach curved and a pile of rocks cut off the sand. Sprinting along the shore, he saw Sadie had been caught, dragged by her wrist in the sand as she screamed. She was fighting, arms flailing as she repeatedly hit Tyler in some desperate attempt to get him to let her go.

Sadie knew what was happening when she heard the glass breaking in Aunt Penny's bar. She knew what her birth father looked like; her mom had shown her countless pictures, always telling her if she saw this man, she needed to hide or run like hell.

She never questioned her mom on the why. She had heard enough eavesdropping on conversations to know he was an evil man.

When she was caught, she thrashed against him, calling out for anyone to help her. But the beach was empty, and he wasn't listening to her. She dug her heels into the sand, pulling against him and turning her wrist in his hand before she saw her Uncle Jake running towards them. His fist was clenched into a ball, and with each second he got closer, he raised it higher. Catching on to what he was about to do, Sadie dropped to her knees.

"Tyler!" Jake shouted at a full sprint.

The man didn't expect someone to shout his name, even as Sadie repeatedly started punching at his leg. The minute he turned, Jake didn't hesitate, his knuckles hitting the flesh of Tyler's cheek hard. The man crumpled to the ground, clutching his face as he groaned.

Jake slid on one knee across the sand, having lost his balance as he came to a halt. Sadie instantly ran to him, looping her arms around his neck as she cried. He held her tightly, feeling her body shake with her sobs.

But Tyler wasn't finished. There was no way this army nut would stand between him and his trust fund. The sight of Sadie clinging to Jake urged him to stand, anger sharpening his resolve.

Jake stood, pushing Sadie behind him. She tried to make herself as small as possible, gripping the denim of his jeans tightly between her fingers and hiding her face in the back of his leg.

Tyler stepped to the left, Jake to the right. The two men circled each other, Sadie moving with her uncle as they waited for the other to make a move.

"This isn't your fight, Navy Boy!"

Jake cocked his head. "Really? My girl was handcuffed and left broken on the floor. You going after her niece. I'd say this is my fight."

Tyler laughed to himself. "It's not my fault you left her all chained up."

"This can go two ways here, Tyler," Jake explained, reaching around to place a comforting hand on Sadie's shoulder when she whimpered at the mention of you. "Either you back up and run back home to god knows where. Or you take another step, and I'll show you exactly what we do to men who treat women and children like you do back home."

"I'd like to see you try."

Jake's voice was stern as he replied, "Your choice. "

Tyler stared at Jake briefly before nodding at his words, turning sideways as if he was about to leave. But then, in a blink of an eye, Tyler lunged. Sadie gasped, jumping to the side as Jake pushed her out of harm's way. The two men grappled in the sand, Jake trying to gain the upper hand without hitting him, too focused on trying to escape his hold.

Sadie landed on her hands. Sand had been thrown into her face as she tried to dodge a nearby rock. Coughing, she turned onto her back, rubbing her eyes at the grains of sand scattered across her face before opening them to a horrifying sight.

Her Uncle Jake was pinned, Tyler raining blow after blow into his arms, protecting his face as he tried to find a way out from under him. Jake refused to throw another punch in front of Sadie, your voice echoing in his head - the longstanding promise you had vowed never to let her experience any trauma. He wouldn't add more to what he knew would be another one of her nightmares.

Sadie could only watch in horror, her heart pounding in her chest, as her uncle tried to deflect Tyler's blows. She felt helpless and scared. She wanted nothing more than for this to be over, weeping as she stumbled while attempting to stand, looking for a way to help her uncle. He was in this mess because of her… because she got caught.

"Uncle Jake!" she screamed, taking a hesitant step forward. But Jake turned his head in the sand, shouting towards her, "Get out of here, Sadie!"

Tyler landed an uppercut to his jaw, Jake's teeth clamping down hard on his bottom lip with force as his arms lost their stance, giving Tyler the ultimate opportunity to land a devastating blow.

But as he was setting himself up, it left his head exposed. Sadie saw this, realizing she might lose her Uncle Jake if she didn't do something now. Ignoring what he said, she charged forward at a run, imagining she was kicking a soccer ball at one of her games. She swung her leg forward, forcing every ounce of power into her strike for Tyler's head.

But he saw her coming out of the corner of his eye, his hand grabbing her ankle, easily tossing her backwards. Sadie screamed, her arms flying out as she fell back, landing with a sickening crunch. She was too close to the collection of rocks along the end of the beach, and Jake watched her fall as if the world was suddenly in slow motion. The second Sadie fell, she hit the back of her head on a rock.

And she didn't get up.

Tyler paused in his efforts as both watched her body limply roll to the side. "Uh, that would have been easier to deal with."

Jake saw red.

In a momentary burst of adrenaline, fueled only by rage, Jake let his hand fly, no longer bound to hold his punches for fear of Sadie being mentally scarred. Tyler fell, and Jake used the momentum to land blow after blow to his face, never stopping or hesitating for a second.

And like that day in seventh grade, when he landed that first punch when Carter threatened his sister, Jake didn't think.

He had hurt Sadie.

He had hurt you.

He had murdered your sister.

Nothing else mattered.

"Hangman!"

Jake looked up from Tyler's face to see Maverick running down the beach. Unfortunately, the distraction was enough for Tyler to knock Jake back to the ground with a knee to his stomach. Jake collapsed with a groan, and Tyler climbed back on top of him again, hand raised to throw another punch. But Mav was quicker, tackling him off Jake with a heavy push.

Tyler rolled away from the two pilots, spitting blood into the sand. He could not take her now when he had two other people to contend with. There would be fewer opportunities now to get the kid. But a few calls to his father's office could put any 'repercussions' of this little misunderstanding to rest.

He quickly stood, running off down the beach toward his car. Maverick started to go after him before Jake yelled for him to stop.

"Let him go!" he panted out, forcing himself to stand and spitting out, "Sadie's hurt."

When he got to Sadie, Jake reached down to cradle the back of her head, only to be met with warm liquid collecting in the palm of his hand. "Shit, Sadie? Bug, open your eyes for me."

But she didn't. She barely moved despite the slight movement of her chest. Mav slid to the ground beside him, a hand coming out to hold Sadie's cheek.

"Bug, don't do this," Mav called to her, hoping his voice would do something. But when Jake pulled his hand back, Pete rocked back on his heels, horrified at the sight.

"Call an ambulance," Jake commanded, hooking his arm under her legs, tilting her body upright so he could place his hand on the back of her head. "Tell them to meet us in the parking lot of the Hard Deck."

Mav stumbled to stand up before taking off in a sprint down the beach, phone in hand. And as Jake stood, cradling Sadie into his chest, he felt petrified.

"I picked you too, you know," he said through gritted teeth as he carried her back to the Hard Deck, trekking through the sand with effort. "You and your aunt are a package deal. You need to be okay, Sadie. Why give me the chance to be your uncle if you're not here for me to do it?"

The longer Jake walked with no word from Sadie, the quicker he set his pace, carefully keeping her stable and his hand firmly against her head. And as he approached you and Maverick, he pleaded with her one final time.

"Please, Bug. Don't do this. Not because of me."

---

Jimmy found you pacing the back deck, tears streaming down your face as you cradled your bruised wrist to your chest. You had no idea which way they went or what direction Jake had taken off when he left you. All you could think about was Sadie and if he got to her in time.

He was gone, waiting for the police outside. But then you spied Mav, almost running back to the Hard Deck while speaking into his phone. He looked worried as you shot off the step, almost tripping to get to him. And when he hung up his phone, he reached for you.

"Mav, what happened?!" you cried out. "Where is she? Where's Jake?"

Mav gripped your forearms, trying to steady you as you stumbled back and forth on the spot. "Elizabeth, you need to listen to me."

"Mav, where is she?!" you tried again through your tears. "Tell me!"

He reached up to grasp your cheeks, holding you still as he finally managed to answer, "It's Sadie, Elizabeth."

"What?" a quiet plea on your lips.

Pete dropped his hands and opened his mouth to speak again but stopped. Staring at his face, you saw him focus on something behind you, making him swallow hard.

Following his line of sight, you turned. Time froze as your heart thudded painfully in your chest, white pain flooding every single vein in your body as you saw Jake approach you.

Somewhere in your mind, you registered he was hurt, with bruises covering his face, and his bottom lip was split. You should have known he would have made it his mission to get to Sadie in time, no matter the cost. But you wouldn't have noticed anyway.

Sadie was limp in Jake's arms. Your legs finally gave out as you sank your knees into the sand, a heart-wrenching cry tearing its way up your throat as your question of what happened was answered.

The blood matting the back of her head and through Jake's fingers told you all you needed to know. 

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Part 12: Blue Healer Coming Soon

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[maochira]

About comfort reader after mental breakdown. May I have lavinho or noel pls?

I can do both!

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, dad!coach, hurt/comfort, thanks to @chsster for giving me the nickname in Lavinho's part!!

Synopsis for Lavinho's part: Your father is always the one who prevents you from overworking yourself, but since he's been away from home for a bit, you started falling into a burnout.

Synopsis for Noa's part: Your father's cold personality often makes you feel as if he's emotionally distant from you, but when you start crying in front of him, the opposite shows.

Lavinho

Your father's positive energy is what keeps your mood up on most days. So as soon as he's away from home for more than a few days, not only does the house feel empty, but so do you. Sure, your mother is there, but even if she tried, she couldn't replace Lavinho's positivity.

Currently, you're in a phase where everything with school is stressful, so you've been spending most of the time in your room to study. And because everything has been so stressful lately, you're always afraid of studying too little and failing your tests and exams. This results in you studying way too much and stressing yourself even more.

If your father was at home, he'd be the one to take you out of your room every now and then. Lavinho knows when you need to take breaks and he's great at getting your mind away from any school related things before you can even start to get stressed.

But he's not at home, and he won't be for many more weeks. And without you realizing it, you've overworked yourself so much to the point where you're exhausted and ready to break into tears at any point if irritated too much.

So of course, today sucked. Your friends couldn't figure out what's wrong with you and didn't know how to help either and your mom just figured you miss your father. While yes, that is true, that's not the main reason why you're feeling awful.

You mother suggested you should call your fad, since he's way better at cheering you up than she is. But for some reason, you're nervous about calling him. There shouldn't be anything to be afraid of, but you fear that he might be mad at you for not taking care of yourself properly.

But at the same time, you miss hearing your father's voice so incredibly much. It takes you a few minutes of staring at your phone until you finally call him, but it doesn't take long until Lavinho picks up. He'd drop anything at any moment if possible because he misses you just as much as you miss him, and also he's afraid of ever missing something important or not being there to listen if you're feeling bad.

"How's my floresinha (little flower) doing?" Is the first thing he asks after picking up, and that's also what brings you to tears.

"N-not so well..." You sob into the phone, which immediately worries Lavinho.

"Hey hey, what's wrong? What's hurting you?" You father asks in a slightly panicked tone. In the background, you can hear other people talking but at the same time Lavinho seems to be walking away from them.

You take some deep breaths in attempt to calm your crying, but that doesn't help at all. And for Lavinho, it just hurts so much to hear you crying like this without him being able to pull you into a hug.

"School has just been... so stressful. And I study all the time because I'm just so afraid of failing and-"

Lavinho interrupts you mid-sentence. "You sound as if you're burnt out. Is that what's going on?"

"...I think so."

Your father takes a deep breath before he continues to talk, trying to sound comforting and encouraging. "You're a smart kid. You know you won't fail, right? You know you don't have to study all the time? You've always been doing good in school without dedicating all your time to it, haven't you?"

"Yeah but I want these exams to turn out perfect so-"

"Hey hey listen," your father interrupts you once more, but he does it in the most caring way possible, "You don't need perfect grades anyways. I'll always love you no matter what."

It's genuinely surprising to hear your father in such a serious tone. Most of the time, even when he's comforting you, he lets a joke slip in every now and then or he ruffles your hair. Very often, he also pulls you into a hug that's so tight, you lose your breath for a few seconds which always makes you stop crying because it catches you off guard.

But that's not possible right now, so Lavinho is trying a different approach. It may seem out of character for him, but he's a little clueless on how to comfort you without any physical affection. Also, he feels throwing in joking when you're burnt out would be inappropriate.

"I'm always proud of you and I always will be, and so is your mother," Lavinho continues talking, hoping whatever he says will make you feel better, "So remember to take breaks even if I'm not at home to drag you out of your room, okay?"

"I'm really trying..."

"Good, because if not..." Lavinho lets out a short chuckle, "Maybe I'll have to tell mom to drag you out of there more often. And as soon as I return home, I'm gonna make sure you're not overworking yourself again. But now take some more breaks, okay?"

Noel Noa

Noa is a great dad. He's an amazing dad. The only thing that bothers you is how emotionless and cold he can come off, even towards you. Most of the time, he's like that only in a few moments. But recently, he's been more tired and also more cold in your presence.

Your father loves you very much and expresses that as much as he can, but his coldness can still come off as emotionally distant more than you'd like. And especially since you've been having a hard time with other things lately, you began bottling up your feelings.

But maybe you've been doing that a little too much. Today, the usual silence at the dinner table feels more like a pressure to you. A pressure about telling your father how you've been feeling. A pressure about telling him that you'd like him to show emotions more often.

And this pressure ends up making you cry. At first, you try to hide it but as soon as the first sob escapes you, Noa's full attention is on you. He's a bit clueless on what to say because asking "Is everything okay?" would be stupid, since it's very obvious that something's wrong.

So for the first minute, you sit there crying to yourself while your father is thinking about what to say to make you feel better. But then, he realizes he really doesn't know what to say.

The next thing he figures out is that instead of saying something, he should be doing something. You're lost in the many thoughts that are running through your head, but then suddenly you feel Noa wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up.

That's something he hasn't done in years. The last time was probably when you were in elementary school. But even though you've grown so much since then, Noa feels as if lifting you up in his arms is the only correct thing to do right now.

“Shh… It’s okay…” He whispers in a soft tone as he holds you up with ease. “Cry it out as much as you need and then you can tell me what’s wrong if you want to, alright?”

He continues holding you up for a few more moments before carefully setting you back down on your chair. He then sits down next to you and waits patiently if you want to tell him what’s wrong or not. Even though his expression is still cold, it’s obvious how worried your father is right now. He has no idea what dragged you down so much to the point where you started crying. And at the same time, he doesn't want to pressure you into telling him - although he really wants to know so he can help.

After a bit, you finally gather some of your thoughts. "Uhm... so... Everything's just been a little hard recently."

Noa's full attention is on you and he nods to show he's listening, but he doesn't say anything yet. He's waiting for you to finish first.

"And sometimes I kind of... I..." Your crying gets a little stronger because it's hard to say the truth after bottling it up. "I kind of wish you wouldn't seem so cold and distant half of the time lately..."

Noa's eyes widen as you say your last sentence. "Do I really come across like that this much?" He asks a little ashamed of himself. "...I'm so sorry."

"No no it's okay-"

"It's not." Noa looks to the side for a moment. He feels bad for seeming cold and distant even around you. "I promise I'll do better on the future, okay?" There's a little smile on his face as he leans over to pull you into another hug, this time with a short kiss on your forehead.

"I'm your father, I should have paid more attention to how I act around you..." His arms around you tighten a little before he finishes talking. "Never hesitate to tell me if you need me to improve on something, alright?"

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[mothxmoons]

Rookie rewrite chapter two

So far your first week had been very calm, moving in was easy as you didn’t have many belongings, you lived a little bit outside of the city, which meant you’d have to wake up earlier to get there on time but since you know what’s going to happen in 2 years it wasn’t a big deal to you. You were going to meet Wesker this weekend, after his work, and then you’d be introduced to the STARS team on Monday once you got your bearings of the city. Everything seemed in place, you had hidden weapons around the home, checked if the place had any secret cameras, which there weren’t, checked the home for any damage, met the neighbors, cleaned the garage, got money from the government until you would start your new job. All in all, the first week in Raccoon City seemed to be going pretty well as the people in the more rural areas seemed…nicer. Compared to the more hostile people in the city, this place was nice.

It was also a major upgrade from being constantly watched over by the government. A small room with nothing of your own besides your own clothing, and a few electronics they couldn’t figure out. Then running test after test on you, your body, your blood, your abilities. You could see why Sherry hated it in that one game. To them you were an alien, able to heal faster, quicker, stronger and tougher. Your blood samples always came back corrupted, most of the scientists couldn’t even stand to be near it, let alone try to inject it into themselves. Safe to say, you won’t be giving blood any time soon.

When the day came for you to meet Wesker for the first time, officially, you were expecting a charming bastard. Arriving at the city hall half an hour early, it’s weird but you don’t need that much sleep anymore. You can’t place why though, and you never had the time to actually think about it. Even when you’re laying in your new bed. You sat at a nearby cafe, enjoying the sights and the atmosphere of the city bustling around you. The people of this city might be assholes but at least it was pretty here. Not much else going for this mountainside city. A chill grabbed your attention, a stare, someone was staring at you. You glanced up to see a familiar tall blonde man in a navy blue button up shirt. He stood there staring at you, you looking back at him, before he walked over to you, setting his coat down on the chair in front of you. Wesker sat down in front of you. He was quiet, seemingly waiting for you to talk. You hummed, placing down your drink, still staring at him.

“Hello. It’s nice to meet you, captain.” You spoke first, keeping your tone steady as you talked.

“Likewise, “rookie.”” He replied, he tilted his head slightly before he spoke up again. “How did you get that nickname anyways?”

“I was brought in by the government, and some of them didn’t like that. But they couldn’t give me a truly harmful nickname without being reprimanded and punished so… rookie, and then it caught on.” You responded, shrugging and bringing your drink back up to your lips. You could feel his gaze as you sipped your drink. He seemed to be studying you, he was curious about you.

“So captain, any questions you need to ask me?” You knew business as usual, you wanted to stay off of his bad side but you also wanted him to know you weren’t one to be fucked with either.

“Just any accomplishments you might have or any other skills that can be used in the office. I know you’re a great hand to hand fighter, but what about gun training?”

“Yes, I’ve been trained with firearms. As for skills around the office, at least you won’t have to worry about me causing chaos.”

He sighed, he had enough of that already. In the first week, he’s been the victim of several pranks and several schemes. Chris and Joseph seemed hellbent on trying to make him angry. He was sure he had a permanent crease in his eyebrow already from them.

“Good.” He nods slightly, rubbing his brow with a knuckle, shaking his head at the thought of another troublemaker running around the office. Honestly he questioned why he even started the experiment. He wouldn’t even attempt it if it meant dealing with everything they have put him through for the last two weeks for 2 years. But at the same time, Wesker got to meet an extraordinary rookie, one that he can’t help but be curious about.

“I might cause trouble when it comes to fights or sparring, of course, I understand that your team doesn’t have the same level of training as I do.” You said, a thumb running around the rim of your drink.

“That’s correct, but I believe they’ll learn something when it comes to sparring with you.” He nodded, his hand coming up to his chin as he thought about how you could easily crush some of the biggest egos on the team. “In fact, when I introduce you, why don’t you have a spar with some of the team? I think some of them could be humbled in that aspect.”

You found his smirk a little unnerving but in an infuriating condescending way. However it wasn’t directed to you, you can tell how he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

“I wouldn’t mind knocking down a few pegs.” You responded, your tone was a smidge colder than you intended, you had unintentionally reminded yourself who this man was.

However cold your tone was, Wesker didn’t seem to notice. You forgot that people in this universe weren’t exactly the smartest. Even Wesker himself, smart and clever, charismatic and charming, seemed slow to catch onto certain things.

You didn’t like how condescending he was, how manipulative he was. You could never trust him, it would be a death sentence. His smirk, his charms, his voice, they were nice but they could only barely hide the monster underneath, a monster you could see clear as day. He barely even tried to hide his secrets, it was just a power play on his part, and you don’t intend on being one of the pawns in the game.

You watched as he talked about the station and where to go, but you zoned out on your own thoughts, you already knew those things. You’ve always known those things. No amount of government training would make you forget. You were going to make sure he knew that hiring you was playing with fire. In any way possible. Sure, you weren’t going to cause petty trouble like some of the other members, you had something else in mind.

You were going to show him that you were not a pawn, you were the player and he was a little rook.

Wesker talked about the members on the teams and how they were split into two, Alpha and Bravo. It was quite serious for a police station in your opinion and it made you question why no one even thought to ask about it. Your thought looped back to how everyone in this universe is kind of stupid.

“You will be on my team, under my orders, of course.” He continued, seemingly unaware of your harsh gaze on him. “The deal I made with your uh…supervisor was that you remained alive. I trust that you can do that?”

“Sir, with all due respect, I believe I can take just about anything this job may throw at me.” Your tone was clear and sharp. He didn’t seem to believe you though, but he didn’t say anything to that effect, you caught it either way.

“I understand.” No he didn’t. He didn’t understand that he was hiring a human, but a human that’s so much different than the ones he was used to. “Just wanted to make sure.”

You’d make sure he regretted even looking at you thinking he has all the cards. When in reality, he isn’t even holding cards, he just thinks he’s playing. Like when you give your sibling a controller that isn’t plugged in.

The rest of the conversation was rather boring, he’d say things, you would respond back, it went on like that until he started to show you around the main parts of the city. Mainly the parts where you’ll be patrolling the most as a member of the team. Luxury spots were more Chris’ deal than his apparently. Not that you really cared, you had other things to deal with than those kinds of spots. Maybe once in a while, but probably not as often as you would like to. Wesker rambled a bit about the characteristics on his team as you two walked around, you weren’t sure why he was so open with talking about that. Normally he would keep his opinions about his team to himself.

Either way you hoped this meeting would end soon, you still had plenty to do. Home, decorations, buying groceries, and more importantly, buying clothes. The uniforms the government gave you weren't exactly comfortable or stylish. There were only two outfit alternatives they had given you, one white and one black, both in every day, workout, and sleepwear. You’d really like if he’d stop rambling about god knows what at this point, you didn’t realize you zoned out in him talking. Again.

“Since you live further away, I assume you’ll have transportation set up?” He asked, gaining your attention.

“My car won’t be here until next week or so. I’ll take the bus or catch a ride from a neighbor.” You responded simply, looking back from the buildings at him.

“Oh- no, you don’t have to worry about that.” He said suddenly, catching you by surprise. “I’ll pick you up until your car gets here. Can’t have the new rookie rely on those inefficient ways of getting to work.”

So it was about appearances was it? You stared at him for a moment before you sighed and agreed. Wesker seemed pleased at how you agreed so quickly despite your reluctance. He smiled, a little, strained smile. He drove you home as well, perhaps he just wanted to commit to memory where you lived. For whatever reason. You didn’t want to know to be honest, you don’t think it’d be good for your sleep. Especially after you just got some freedom from being watched 24/7.

Luckily he didn’t talk much on the way to your home, it was rather silent besides your directions to your new home. He seemed to enjoy the silence but you couldn’t tell, his stoic demeanor didn’t tell you much about what he was feeling. Maybe he enjoyed the more quiet moments since he is mostly around the team now. You already knew what kinds of people they were.

He dropped you off, said goodbye, and would be waiting for you on Monday. You sighed as you watched him leave before you entered your new home, falling onto a couch from the previous owners that they had left. It was quite comfortable, you’ll keep it. You needed a moment of respite since you’ll be mostly shopping Saturday and Sunday.

#albert wesker x reader #resident evil x reader #wesker x reader

[snakes-and-fluff]

Replaying P3P got me in a headcanon-y mood, and I wanted to share! So behold: Creepy SEES headcanons!

The gist is that the Dark Hour is so unnatural and strange that spending time in it alters one ever so slightly. The members of SEES still view each other as normal, but other people find themselves feeling weirded out around them... From staring off into the distance when nothing is there to having altered body functions, here's a list of specific headcanons I have for this idea:

-She might often miss against Shadows, but when it comes to regular archery practice against stationary targets, Yukari's clubmates notice that her accuracy seems downright unbelievable. In addition, she'll hardly blink when focusing on when to let her arrow fly, and her breathing rate slows down quite drastically.

-After going missing, Fuuka seemed... different when she returned. She never spoke up in class unless the teacher asked her a direct question, and her unfocused look would indicate that she isn't paying attention, but then she scores above-average on every test. Even among SEES, she is an odd one out - able to summon her Persona without her Evoker, and seemingly initiate communication with her even without summoning. After all, spending ten sequential hours in the Dark Hour has to have done... something. They can't explain it, but even after the events of Persona 3, just having Fuuka around reminds them of how the Dark Hour felt.

-One time in Home Ec class, Junpei's sleeve caught fire. A classmate of his, after not being to move in shock for a few moments, dumped water on it. Junpei's jumper was ruined, but his skin was entirely unharmed.

-Aigis is very beautiful, and it soon became common to hear people describe her as a doll. But the longer she attended Gekkoukan, the more unnerved everyone got. It was the sort of thing you felt you weren't supposed to notice, but drew your attention anyway: she always looked the same. Hair always in that exact same cut, never tousled or untidy. Uniform set perfectly, not a button out of place. For a while, her expression was like that too, but then she began to smile regularly. This should have been reassuring, but only made the other strangenesses stand out more.

-Everyone calls Mitsuru an ice queen because of her lineage and personality. Also, the room seems colder when she's in it. Much colder. Student council members take to wearing coats for meetings no matter what season it is.

-Nobody who was there could forget a certain boxing match. It was regionals against another school and the opponent was HUGE - actually towering over Akihiko. Akihiko landed a few good blows, but then the opponent's fist connected squarely with Akihiko's face, hitting the side of his jaw and splitting his lip. Akihiko didn't react. No sound, and no change in his expression. He just stepped back in and continued the fight, and was soon victorious. The crowd cheered and the referee raised his arm in victory, but for a few moments Akihiko still just stood there, eyes strangely vacant, almost seeming to glow.

-The protagonists have unnaturally cold hands. It's not dangerous (in fact they don't even notice it themselves), but anyone who touches/brushes their hands notices it instantly.

#headcanon #persona 3 #p3p #p3 #SEES #yukari takeba #fuuka yamagishi #junpei iori #aigis #mitsuru kirijo #akihiko sanada #makoto yuki #kotone shiomi #persona 3 femc #persona 3 mc

[arrowfleur]

Why Didn't you Call?

Self indulgent fic about who I think Darlin’s friend was, them figuring life out together and how they fell apart

CW’s for this chapter: Discussions of societal expectations. Mentions of Abusive parents.

Can be read over on Ao3 if preferred

Words: 2.4k Chapter: 1

16.

“... anyways this is our newest student, they’re in your group for the science project, won’t that be fun! I'll leave you to introduce yourselves and get to know each other. Our, uh, Tank is very smart they’ll help you catch up. Wont you.”

Darlin looked up from the messy drawing’s they’d been sketching instead of taking notes, eyeing their annoyingly optimistic professor through the front strands of their hair and offering a week smile before returning their gaze back to their desk.

Summer school was not on the list of things they’d planned for the six-week holiday, they were smart and fully capable of passing their classes but in the last year they’d been using their notepads for pillows and their teachers' ramblings on Pythagoras and chemical tables seemed better used as white noise. With all of their parents arguing they didn’t get much sleep at home anymore, so yeah maybe they’d accidently flunked a couple of their tests, that doesn’t mean they deserve to be imprisoned in school during the few weeks a year they were allowed to escape from it.

Darlin zipped up their backpack, removed it from the seat next to them and placed it on the floor under their chair so that their new classmate could sit down. They knew why they’d been given the new person. Teachers trying to ‘help’ them make new friends. People seemed to confuse the wolf being alone, for them being lonely, but Darlin liked their own company. Sure, it might not have been by choice at first but they’d grown accustomed to it and had no plans to change their ‘lone wolf’ status any time soon.

The person that sat beside them had no magical aura, they were clearly a bit nervous, fidgeting with their pen instead of writing anything down. The human was sporting bright red hair, a white jacket over a graphic tee, denim jeans and converse much like Darlin’s. Although the wolves were tattered and black in comparison to the strangers fresh looking red ones.

Tank never really knew how to talk to people, especially ones they didn’t know but they weren't just going to ignore the new pupil. Although now they felt they’d left it a little too long to just say ‘hey’. Their internal quest of figuring out what to say was cut short by the project partner twirling the pen around their fingers again in a similar way to how they do with the pocket knife Gabe gifted them. Diverting Darlin’s attention to their hands.

“Let me guess, ‘it wasn’t you’?”

-

They jumped in their seat slightly, surprised at the sudden conversation starter. Dropping the pen in their hands and turning to face the person beside them, dressed from head to toe in black. They opened their mouth to respond before realising they didn’t quite understand the question. The stranger glanced at them and then down at their hands, the new pupil did the same. “Oh,” they laughed, hands stained with red dye from their impulsive decision last night “Shaggy right?”

“Yeah, sorry, dumb joke.”

“No, it’s fine, I umm decided to dye it at like three in the morning and didn’t have any gloves, my little act of rebellion.”

“Rebellion? The person beside them seemed to perk up at that, smiling slightly as they said it.

“Yeah, for being sent here, my parents are very traditional so although it doesn’t seem like much, one of their kids having dyed hair is just utterly terrifying for them.” They placed the back of one of their hands against their forehead dramatically like in a telenovela. “You’d think they discovered I was doing heroin if you'd have seen the way they reacted this morning.”

They were smiling but there was a sadness behind their words. They were a hard-worker and passed all of their tests top of their class but their parents didn’t seem to want them to have any time off. ‘We don’t want you to lose the hardworking momentum you’ve built up; summer school will be good practise for next year’ they’d said. You don’t need to ‘practise’ for school, their parents just didn’t want to admit they couldn’t be bothered taking care of them. So scared that their child wouldn’t be perfect that they couldn’t see that they were being pushed to their breaking point.

“Hmm parent’s suck.” The wolf mumbled, “and as for the hand situation, you should try toothpaste, sounds weird but it’s worked for me before.” They were scribbling different animals across the cover of their textbook. Little rabbits, foxes, bears etc in a forest with a large wolf in the middle.

“Thanks, I'll try it.”

“No problem, Red.”

“Mr, Wallace said your name was-”

“Tank, you can call me Tank.”

They were a little taken aback by their bluntness, but didn’t mind it “Oh, okay. Well, if we’re going with knick-names, I guess I'll stick with ‘Red’ then, Tank.”

Tank passed them a printed piece of paper, as a nervous looking boy approached the desk. “It’s the science project, I did the same thing last year so it should be easy.”

The boy pulled up a chair to the other side of the desk, he looked a couple years younger than them but it was common to have mixed ages at summer school, not enough students to have classes for each grade.

“Um, I think I'm in your group for the project Tanker.”

“Cool, Geordi this is Red. Red this is Geordi.” Tank smiled before offering them both a piece of gum.

Hmm, maybe summer school wouldn’t be too bad.

17.

Red

SOS

Tank

I’ll meet you at the skate park

Red

Thank you

Darlin approached the dark figure who was sitting down on a soft blue blanket, legs bundled to their chest and head in their knees. The wolf sat down next to them slowly so they weren’t startled and waited until they were ready to lift up their head. Red always hid their face when they’d been crying.

Darlin didn’t need to ask what had happened, although for very different reasons, the two kid’s parents were disappointed in them and who they were becoming. Red would never be good enough in their mum’s eyes. The few times Darlin had met up with their friend in their home, their mother had been painstakingly present, constantly commenting on what red wore, watched, ate and practically interrogating Tank to see if they were a good influence. After just their second visit Red’s mother had decided they, in fact, were not. Now the two met up in skate parks or the woods, Tanks house if their dad was away. Sometimes Luis who worked at a small corner store near Darlin’s house would let the two teens sit on his roof to watch the stars.

Darlin had stopped off at his shop on the way, picking up some snacks for their friend, pulling out an energy drink they’d gotten for themselves and pulling the tab to open it, they watched over the ramps. A father holding his daughter’s hands as she stood up in what looked like brand-new roller blades, a group of boys around Tank’s age chanting for their peer to go down the biggest ramp on his board. Two girls who appeared to be on a date taking their knee pads off and sitting down on a blanket just like the one Red had brought.

The two sat in silence for a while, they understood each other well enough now that the quiet didn’t feel awkward. Darlin trying to figure out an excuse they could tell Gabe as to why they weren’t at the pack meeting tonight and Red trying to slow their tears and breathing down, thinking about the argument they’d had with their parents.

‘Why are you ruining your future?’ ‘You are too smart to be acting like this, you are going to be a lawyer or a doctor and that is that.’ ‘We will not talk about this again.’ All things they’d heard before. Red had learned long ago that their parents didn’t actually want a child, they wanted a pawn, a puppet, a dog. One that would sit and speak and twirl around when commanded and tied up outside when the parents didn’t want to be bothered by them.

‘You have no idea how embarrassing it is to have you as our child’ was what had caused them to storm out. Red playing it over and over in their mind. Everything they had done, had been for their parents. Every extracurricular, every night spent studying, every summer spent working or at school so that they’d have good references. It was all for them and they didn’t care. They expected and demanded red’s discipline but never gave two thoughts to the effort that went into it.

Comparatively Tanks parents had wanted a child and ended up with a dog. Practically treated them like one too, no longer bothered about raising a kid who turned into a 5-foot-tall wolf. Although to be completely honest they hadn’t really bothered raising them in the first place even before their power’s manifested. Tank’s parents created a ‘family’ because it was expected of them, because it was ‘traditional’ (Whatever the fuck that meant).

Their father never bothered to even try but their mum had, she’d failed but Tank knew that she had at least tried to be a mother. Sometimes Darlin felt bad for her, wondering about how much happier she’d be if she wasn’t pressured into having kids and marrying the pathetic excuse of a man the wolf called ‘dad’.

Red sniffling pulled Tank out of that darkening spiral of thoughts as they scrubbed tears from their face with the cuff of their hoodie. Darlin handed them a drink from the bag they’d brought, along with a bar of chocolate. The wolf wrapped their arm over their friend's shoulder, pulling them in so Red could lay their head on them. “You see that guy over there with the mullet? He tried to go down that railing earlier and landed with his legs either side of the bar, hasn’t attempted anything since. Red let out a half laugh half sniffle as they looked up over the park. “Should have seen his face.”

Darlin didn’t need to ask if they were okay because they knew the answer. Deciding to just talk about random shit until Red was ready to join in the conversation.

“Tank?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t wanna go back.”

“I know.”

“I wanna get out of here and never see them again.”

“I know. Two months.”

Darlin kept their friend held close, laying back to look at the stars with Red laid on their chest, hand rubbing up and down their back. Just two more months of family bullshit until they could leave.

“We’re really gonna do it? Move away together? It’s not just one of those plans that you make that never happen, ya know like when you say ‘we should meet up sometime’ but never actually do.”

“We’ll do it Red. As soon as you turn 18.”

“You promise?”

“Promise.”

“You wanna go get something to eat I'm freezing out here?” They nodded into Tank’s chest before looking up at them.”

“You wanna go to Max’s?”

“Absolutely.”

18.

“Do you want help with that?”

Darlin began heaving the last stack of boxes up the stairs, resting the weight against their body and face, nose Squished to the side. Their toes had started to blister rubbing against their boots but they ignored the pain, treading up to the second floor.

“Nope, I've got it.”

Their friend chuckled as if they already knew that was the answer, sliding past them to get ahead on the stairs a singular bag in hand. “Alright up to you.” They unlocked the door and swung it open like it was the first time they were seeing the apartment even though the pair had been doing this for hours. Swinging their arm out to show Darlin the way as if they could see a single thing over the mountain of knick-knacks their friend had insisted would make their new apartment ‘feel like home.’

Darlin placed the boxes on the floor before slumping down on the couch they’d found on craigslist and kicking their shoes off. The wolf trusted Red to pick out all of the furniture, they had good taste and honestly Tank couldn’t have cared less what the place looked like as long as they were out of their parents' house.

“Red, you didn’t happen to pack any plasters along with all that junk, did you?”

They rummaged through about seven boxes before finding a first-aid kit and handing it to their new flatmate. Darlin began removing their socks and placing plasters on just about every inch of their feet. “Thanks”

“You know you could just buy shoes that don’t rub.”

The wolf grumbled disapprovingly at their comment before putting a new pair of socks on and throwing the leftover plastic in a shopping bag they’d decided to use as a bin.

“What are you looking at?”

“I dunno, just the view.”

Red was stood staring out of the large window in the middle of the kitchen, smiling as if you could see the northern lights from it.

“Why? It’s just a side-walk.”

“Because it’s our view and our sidewalk and that’s pretty cool.”

“Hmm.” Although all they could afford was a shitty apartment in the worst place of town, Darlin figured Red had a point. It was theirs. Just the two of them, second-hand vintage furniture and a mountain of boxes to unpack. “You wanna set the tv up?”

“Yup!”

The pair set the tv up on a small table Darlin had brought from their room back home, it was in an awkward position since there were limited plug sockets meaning they could only bring the tv so close to the couch but they made it work.

After the pair moved the boxes into the room’s they belonged to before Red started ripping open the binbags that held all of their clothes to find something comfy to wear. Tank was setting up the matress on the floor, placing all of their friends throw pillows on it in a very particular order.

“I say we order take-out and watch a film. Finish packing tomorrow?”

“Sounds good to me. Do you know any take-aways near here?”

“Nope!” Red threw a pair of jogging bottoms towards Tank and then their boots. Whacking the wolf in the side accidently and causing them to dramatically fall over onto their back rolling over in pretend pain. “Get changed , were gonna go find one.”

#redacted audio #redacted darlin #redacted Darlin’s friend #redacted geordi #redacted asmr

[happyandticklish]

Holita 👋 if it's not too troublesome, may I request ❣ -Cackle with Pynch? 💕

Btw, your writing is literally goals *sobs*

❣ -Cackle

There was a dull thud as the crumpled-up paper made contact with the side of his head before falling limply to the ground, having completed its mission. A couple seconds later came another one, whistling through the air as it hit his ear this time. His brow twitching slightly in annoyance, Adam continued writing, determined to get through this last essay before heading home for the night. There was no use in getting riled up and wasting the little time he had left.

Unfortunately, Ronan wasn’t a force to be ignored, and after the next paper ball came a pencil, an eraser, and finally a shoe, thudding against his arm and causing Adam’s pen to lurch haphazardly across the paper, effectively ruining his last three sentences.

He was too exhausted to be properly irritated as he turned around to glare at him finally. “Do you need something?”

Ronan shrugged noncommittally, ripping another page out of his notebook to form more projectile weapons. It wasn’t even his notebook; it was Gansey’s that he had let Ronan borrow while he was out. He had given them the apartment to study while he was out preparing for his parent’s anniversary with Helen. The plan had been that having Adam there might inspire Ronan to study as well. Thus far, those hopes were in vain.

Adam sighed with the realization that Ronan wasn’t going to be giving him a proper answer anytime soon. He tried to wrack his brain for things Ronan might want—potentially Adam had forgotten plans they had in his haste to prepare for his test tomorrow, or maybe Ronan was in a fight with Declan and needed to vent his frustration. This wasn’t angry Ronan though. He seemed more needy than anything. Clingy. 

Realization struck at the same time as the next paper ball, and Adam couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad as a grin crept its way onto his face.

Ronan made a face. “Don’t tell me you’re actually that excited about our history homework. One Gansey is enough for the next lifetime.”

“You know, you could’ve just asked.”

Ronan stiffened obviously, his gaze darting quickly over to him, trying to determine if he had really figured him out that quickly.

“Asked what?” 

“I’m not stupid. I know you Ronan.”

Ronan scoffed, laying back on the couch and ripping out a new piece of paper to make a small airplane. It was a failing effort, but it was clear he was distracted as he worked. “Don’t assume things you don’t know, Parrish.”

“Don’t ask for things you don’t want then, Lynch.” Adam paused. He felt daring tonight, and besides, if Ronan was going to ruin his study session, he might as well ruin his game in return. “So. Do you?”

“Do I what?” Ronan snapped, pointedly glaring at the ceiling and not him.

“Want to be tickled?”

Ronan twitched visibly like he’d been struck by some invisible force.

“Last night when we watched that movie and that scene came on—”

“Parrish.”

Ronan’s voice was sharp with warning, but Adam knew by now which lines he was allowed to cross—which lines Ronan wanted him to cross. “You were acting super weird all night and now this.”

“Parrish.”

“I thought maybe you were embarrassed for some reason, but then I started thinking. About all the other times you would annoy me until I tickled you. How you would always stop the moment I gave in, like you’d finally won. How you never protested when I did, never even tried to get away.” Adam paused, making sure Ronan’s silence was the safe kind before he continued. “I could right now, if you wanted. It’s not like I’m going to get much further into this anyway.”

Ronan tossed the airplane up and it soared lazily for a couple seconds before crashing tragically to the ground. The tips of his ears burned a bright pink, his silence deafening.

He didn’t move when Adam stood up, and he didn’t move when Adam walked over and hooked one leg over him, effectively straddling him. He didn’t resist when Adam gripped his wrists, tugging them over his head, merely grunting in unconvincing annoyance.

Still, Adam didn’t start yet. He rested his hand over his stomach, fingers twitching just slightly over the skin. Ronan tensed, inhaling sharply at even that slight touch.

“You know, I’m still gonna need to hear you say it.”

Ronan snapped his head up to look at him, narrowing his eyes. “Fuck you.”

Adam shrugged, unworried. “Or I could leave, and go do my homework somewhere else, where I can actually get some peace and quiet.” He tapped his fingers slightly, a gentle drumming motion that made Ronan’s stomach tremble under him. “So? What’s it gonna be?”

“I swear to Christ Parrish, if you don’t tickle me right fucking now, I’m gonna—”

“Close enough~”

And then everything became sensation and fingers and not enough breath as laughter fell out of Ronan in uproarious waves. Technically speaking, if he really wanted, he could’ve pulled his hands down out of Adam’s grip and ended it all right then and there, but, miraculously, he didn’t. Adam had long ago memorized all the different ways, and all the different spots, that drove Ronan up the wall, but now that he knew the other might be enjoying it—though he had always suspected, if he was being honest with himself—he found himself paying attention to the finer details. He noticed each jump and flinch as his nails dragged down his sides, the hitch in breath when he pressed his thumbs into the divot in his hips, the distinguishingly helpless smile that flickered across his face when he gently scratched his ribs.

“Good spot?” Adam teased, deciding to linger there as he traced around the edges. He couldn’t help but notice the frantic whine that entered Ronan’s voice the higher up he traveled. Blunt nails danced skillfully at the top of his ribs, just barely brushing the forbidden area under his arms. Ronan couldn’t help the full-body jerk that happened every time Adam completed his circle and fluttered over the spot once more. “Tell me not to and I won’t. All you have to do is say it.”

Perhaps stupidly, Ronan didn’t. Instead, he continued to snort and huff and resist the protests naturally bubbling up in his throat. With his silence, he doomed himself as Adam complied, digging his thumbs under his arms suddenly into that sweet spot that always had him thrashing.

Ronan threw his head back, arms slamming down at last as he burst into wild and helpless cackles. His legs jack-rabbited against the couch, nearly upending the both of them, but Adam managed to hold firm. Ronan’s energy was infectious, and Adam found himself chuckling along with him, melting a bit at the sight the other like this. There was a pureness that came with this Ronan, and Adam was glad that Ronan liked this too because he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to keep his hands off of him ever again after this.

They stayed like that for several more minutes, Adam relentlessly pursuing that one spot until Ronan was a wheezing mess and, finally, pleas started escaping him as it became too much, even for him. The tickling had short-circuited his brain it seemed, and he couldn’t stop giggling long after Adam had stopped, holding a hand over his face to hide the stupid smile and blush that lingered.

Neither of them got any studying done that night, but the sound of Ronan’s laughter was far more important than any history essay in Adam’s opinion.

-

You’re so nice to me omg thank youuuu

This ended up kinda long too because I don’t understand the meaning of the word ‘drabble’ and I’m a simp for The Raven Cycle boys. I hope you enjoy it even if it’s kinda long lol. 

#tickle fic #the raven cycle #ask game #pynch #adam parrish #ronan lynch #trc #fanfiction #asks #answered ask #drabble

[shih-coulda-had-it]

89 from the lemon 200 dialogue nanahiko

89. "Just pull the car over!" | nanahiko | wc: ~1.2k

a/n: The car that Nana is driving is a prototype Hercules, but I was actually debating if she should drive the truck that All Might does in the beginning of the series. Stick-shifts. They're apparently very hot to witness in action.

a/n 2: set in a nebulous period during the Nana Lives!AU, right before All Might makes his Japan debut.

//

“Don’t look shocked that I can drive, Sorahiko,” Nana scolds, but she gives him a tongue-in-cheek grin as she says it. She settles into the plush leather driver’s seat, stretches her legs and curls her fingers on the steering wheel, and then seems to realize that Sorahiko hasn’t closed her door yet. “Eh? Sorahiko?”

“Huh,” he says distantly.

“Earth to Sorahiko, we’re gonna be late for Toshinori’s plane! I don’t want to leave him stranded at Narita if we get stuck in traffic!”

The magic word is traffic. Sorahiko twitches and shuts her door, then circles the sleek pitch-black automobile to slide into the passenger’s seat. He buckles the seatbelt and inhales the undeniable scent of a new car. How long had Nana been driving this? When would she have found the time to--

He squirms, just slightly, at seeing Nana’s left hand wiggle the gear shift. When the engine purrs to life without issue and Nana eases out of the parking spot and into the streets, Sorahiko finds that his mouth is dry.

“So,” he starts, a little weak, “so the car…?”

Nana is merciful. She answers without prodding him to elaborate: “Testing it out for the Support Tech branch. They’re experimenting with armored super cars, after seeing David Shield’s Allmobile in the States.”

“Tell me this one isn’t named after Toshinori.”

“Haha! Of course not!” she laughs, and slows the car as she turns to the on-ramp, then accelerates to match the oncoming drivers. It’s effortless. It is unbelievably smooth, how Nana changes gears and checks her mirrors before steering into the fast lane. Nana adds, “This is only the prototype, Sorahiko. We’re not supposed to get attached to it yet.”

“Mn.” To distract himself, he investigates the dashboard. The interface is, thank gods, not some digital touch-screen panel. Buttons and dials remain the status quo; Sorahiko punches the switch for air-conditioning and lowers the set temperature. It might just be him, but he is uncomfortably warm under the collar.

“Excited?”

“What?”

“For Toshinori to be coming home,” Nana clarifies, much to Sorahiko’s relief. “Honestly, I’m just relieved for Kotarou. He’s been so sad without his big brother!”

Sad didn’t seem the right word to describe Kotarou’s outright surliness over leaving the States at the end of his elementary school days; the fact that Toshinori got to spend another year had rubbed Kotarou in a similarly wrong, but still different way. He had abandonment issues. Neither Sorahiko nor Nana would ever blame him for it, but at some point--Sorahiko grimaces. They’ll have to talk about that soon.

“It’s not like Toshinori’s staying at home,” he eventually grumbles. “He’s supposed to go apartment hunting, if he hasn’t searched the listings already.”

“But,” she returns, “Kotarou is planning to change schools according to wherever Toshinori chooses to move. Remember?”

“Oh. Yeah, you’re right.”

“Leaving us with some privacy,” Nana says, mild. Absolutely no emphasis on ‘privacy,’ but damn if it doesn’t send a shiver down Sorahiko’s spine anyway. “Ah, this sun--can you pass me my sunglasses?”

Sorahiko obliges. He pops open a compartment, finds the case and flicks it open, and feels another shiver run through him. Mirrored aviators. Discreetly, he checks Nana’s outfit again and has to swallow past his dry throat. Leather jacket. High-collared sleeveless top. Dark denim jeans and the beat-up work boots she never wore to the HPSC building.

“Here,” he says, handing Nana the glasses, wire arms already extended. 

“Thanks.”

She slides them on, and the mirrored lenses glint with the sunlight. A few seconds later, Nana curses at the sedan slowing down the fast lane and threads the needle to bypass it. Sorahiko hears the acceleration, brief as it is.

“... So what do you think?”

“Of?”

Nana clicks her tongue. Rather exaggeratedly, she removes one hand from the wheel and leans her other elbow on the armrest, fingers idly caressing the gear shift. “Do you really think you’re subtle? All the gearheads in the Support branch told me that this is a sexy car. I won’t hold it against you.”

It’s hard to tell what’s burning hotter: his face, or the arousal in his core. Sorahiko tries to ignore the discomfort in his jeans. He manages to reply, “You dressed hot too. The glasses are a nice touch.”

She snickers, “Heh, I’ll give you a nice touch…”

“Nana!”

“What?”

“We’re literally on our way to pick up Toshinori! You can’t just--seduce me in a car that he’s going to sit in the backseat of!” he complains, rubbing his neck in an effort to diffuse the blush. “Plus, if this car’s going back to the engineers, then there’s a hundred percent chance that you get cited for misconduct or something.”

“‘Hundred percent’,” she mimics. “‘Misconduct or something.’ Ah, geez, Sorahiko, it’s not like you to think inside the box! Anyways, look at the time!”

Sorahiko does. And then he does a double-take. There’s several hours to Toshinori’s flight landing, and another guaranteed extra hour of Toshinori bumbling his way through customs. The only problem he can see is that there aren’t really spaces on the expressway to park the car. They’d have to turn on the hazard lights, and that would certainly earn them unwanted attention.

“Just have patience,” Nana says, and it’s meant to sound soothing, but now that Sorahiko knows she’s set the scene to deliberately rile him up, he can’t help but rise to the occasion.

“Just pull the car over!” he shoots back. “Anyone asks what’s the problem, just flash your HPSC card, right?”

“You know that’s definitely not how it works.”

“Help,” he says, deadpan, “I’m trapped in a car with a woman who intended for me to find everything sexy except for the fact that we’re picking up our fluff-headed intern from his study abroad.”

“It’s not sounding like you’re getting hot over the important stuff,” she huffs.

“I was,” Sorahiko admits.

“Well, get back to it.”

“‘Just have patience.’”

Nana leans closer to the center console. Her eyes stay on the road, but all of a sudden, Sorahiko thinks that she’s shifted her presence. Less playful, more intent. The tell is in her voice, which has dropped to a lower, more sultry register. She says, “The windows are polarized.”

“Sounds sketchy.”

“This is a government vehicle. No one’s going to pull us over unless I start driving like a maniac.” She licks her lips. “I’m going to park before heading into the airport. It’ll be out of the way. We aren’t going to have sex in the car, but, uh… Nothing stopping me from taking you against the car, you know?”

“Ah,” says Sorahiko faintly, and he fumbles for the lever to lower his seat. He loosens his seatbelt instead of taking it off completely. The air is cool, and his skin is hot, and Sorahiko’s head is spinning with the concept that Nana might have a latent exhibitionist streak. He unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his jeans, and shoves his hand down his pants for some fucking relief.

“Slowly,” she says.

A low hiss escapes him.

“Well, you don’t want to finish before I get my mouth on you, right?”

“Nana,” he replies in a voice so taut, strangers would think it curt instead of sexually-frustrated, “I hate being edged.”

“Ha! I know, I know. It’s a tough balancing act, huh?” Unbidden, Sorahiko scoots the denim layer down and leaves his briefs on; he curls his fingers at the base of his cock, doing his best not to fantasize. “You can hold out. It’ll be less than twenty minutes.”

“Speed up, then.”

She hums in assent.

#bnha #lemon #nanahiko #shimura nana #gran torino #torino sorahiko #shih.txt #asks #anon #d-december #aiya these are getting late #i gotta start waking up earlier #or doing more prep posts hmmm

[ruthiesrambles2]

Fics I'm never gonna finish part 17: Team building (pre-Freeze Mel/Ruth)

(pretty sure I posted this somewhere already but I can't find it)

She begrudged that she had been forced to attend. It’s about time you showed your face, Melanie, he had insisted. She hadn’t really had a choice - after the argument about the geneticists, she knew she was on thin ice. She had become too comfortable, as his little protege, and she didn’t want to give him any reason to kick her back down the pecking order. Not this close to departure, anyway.

The team building exercises were a step too far, though. They were distinctly “unWilford”, and Melanie suspected that this whole section of the day had been organised by Hospitality - one final test of their skills. It was an open secret that the Head of Hospitality role was still unassigned, and Joseph had been reticent to make a decision with so many of the potential candidates still unproven. Unlike other departments, Hospitality was largely new or recent hires. Melanie had her own theory about why Wilford had not chosen from his old faithful, a theory that smelled of expensive perfume and high-end spirits.

Whatever the reason, the bodies clad in freshly pressed teal uniforms now milled around the room, encouraging the others to interact. Melanie had no interest in which of her colleagues might have been to Iceland, which had seven siblings, or which watched the most television. Pointless, she mused, sipping the gin martini that had been thrust towards her when they had gathered in the large carriage. She had sequestered herself, half hidden by the billowing white drapery, leaning on a wall towards the rear. She had a good view of the people she would be spending the rest of her life with, but thus far none had tried to bother her.

After a few minutes, Melanie was lost in thought, calculations bouncing around her head, counting down the minutes until she could return to solitude in the engine. She had told her parents that the cocktail party that would end the day would keep her out late, so Alex was staying the night with them. Of course, she had told Joseph that she wouldn’t be at the party because she needed to get home to her daughter. So an evening of uninterrupted work, just as she liked it, awaited her as soon as she could escape from the hell that was team-building.

Someone clearing their throat next to her dragged Melanie back out of her thoughts. A blonde woman, about her own age, was standing beside her wielding a clipboard and looking at her expectantly. Had she spoken? Melanie wasn’t sure. She fumbled around for a few moments, trying to think of a socially acceptable response to a question she didn’t hear.

“Sorry,” was all she came up with, shrugging her shoulders apologetically. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

The woman in teal smiled at her shyly, and Melanie almost thought she could see pink rise up in her cheeks, behind the perfectly applied blusher.

“I just said hi,” the blonde laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to find out your favourite flavour of jelly. I’m Ruth, Ruth Wardell. Hospitality.”

Melanie studied her carefully.

“I can see that. How’s the fight to the death going?” replied Melanie dryly.

“Normally people reply with their name…” Ruth said, raising her eyebrows.

It was Melanie’s turn to blush. She wasn’t used to people not knowing who she was, having been dragged halfway around the world by Joseph.

“Sorry,” she said again. “Melanie Cavill. Head Engineer.”

Ruth couldn’t suppress the laugh that escaped her, pressing her hand over her mouth in embarrassment,

“What?” asked Melanie, slightly offended.

“Sorry it’s just - isn’t Wilford the Head Engineer?” asked Ruth, her brow furrowed.

“Oh, he thinks he is,” came the response.

Melanie didn’t elaborate further, and Ruth couldn’t tell if she was joking.

#snowpiercer #snowpiercer tv #ruth wardell #melanie cavill

[edisacornball]

So, um. Big update today. Unfortunately not a fun, positive one. Today was a day. Allegro went to work, I went to the store to get us a couple meals to survive the day. I was really sore and slightly headachy, but I figured that was just from moving yesterday. Got to the store. Next thing I remember is waking up stretched out on the floor, hardly able to move, with paramedics in uniforms trying to talk to me.

Apparently a store employee saw me fall to the ground and start twitching, so she called 911 and said I was having a seizure. When I first regained consciousness, I wasn't able to remember much of anything. It was a struggle to remember my name, the year... I had no idea what month it was or where I was. I honestly came to, saw the paramedics and was like "this is a really weird dream." Absolutely nothing felt real.

I don't have any diagnosed history of seizures. I do have a weird thing where occasionally my whole body will tremor and I'll let out an uncontrolled sound. No doctor has ever cared about it when I told them and always said it was nothing, so I trusted that advice. My family also doesn't have a history of seizures. This was completely unexpected.

Anyway. All my tests at the ER came back completely normal, so they just... sent me home. Didn't even arrange a ride for me or anything. I've got multiple bumps on my head where I smacked the concrete, and a big scrape down half of my back where I'm assuming I hit the shelf. The ER didn't bother to bandage or disinfect it or anything. 🙄

So. Yeah. I honestly have no idea what happened. The official diagnosis is that I just fainted. For no reason.

Allegro is understandably shaken and terrified by the whole event, so he's taking tomorrow off from work to take care of me and make sure nothing else happens. I was supposed to start a six week temp job on Thursday, but I have no idea what's going to happen now.

If anyone is able to send any help at all, it would be greatly appreciated. I'm hoping we can live off some of the paychecks that are supposed to be coming in soon, but I have no idea what's happening after that. The future is a big question mark right now.

I might be a little absent from the internet for a bit. My comprehension still isn't entirely there, and screens are a little painful right now.

#real life

[ih3artcry1ng]

peeta mellark manspreads???

peeta mellark x female reader smut. MINORS DNI pls.

POV: you offer to assist peeta whilst he manspreads....

WARNINGS: literal pure smut, uh praise (bc i’m attention deprived!!!), oral (m)

not proof read

1,405 words

a/n: hi this is my first time writing in like um idk a rlly long time so ya im excited and scared but o well

peeta’s talking with one of his bosses, who he calls haymitch or something. i haven’t really been paying attention for the past 10 minutes, due to the fact that peeta has completely manspread, arms behind him resting on the back of the seat he’s on. you see, the thing is, i have a dirty mind. leading to the fact that since this action was set by him all those 10 minutes ago, i haven’t been able to focus on anything else. don’t get me wrong, i’ve tried. but about every three words i hear my mind goes back to the ridiculously hot man that is seated next to me, doing one of the hottest things known to mankind. 

i mean, we’re sitting in our living room. i’m supposed to be most comfortable here. but right now, i’m feeling hot and ignored.

and then it happens.

he slouches down a little more, and then thrusts his hips up a little more, not once breaking the conversation he’s having. 

i feel my face burn bright red, and i cross my legs to get some relief off of the ever persistent throbbing that’s happening. 

peeta must have known something was off, because his arm reaches around my back and his hand rests on my shoulder. his hand is warm, warmer than usual. he rubs his thumb up and down, probably trying to be as comforting as possible. 

as though i thought it would never happen, haymitch stands up after slapping his knees.

“well, after that conversation, i’m going to have to have a drink,” he says, walking out of the room. as soon as he leaves, peeta sits up and turns to me.

“hey... are you okay??” he asks, sounding as sincere as ever. i meet his eyes, which are full of worry.

“i uh-” my voice breaks, the image of him from just moments ago popping back into my head. i clear my throat, urging myself to continue. “yeah, i’m good.”

i don’t think i convince him, though, since he brings a hand to my forehead, testing to see if i have a fever.

“are you sure? you look like you aren’t feeling good,” he says, touching all around my face. even though his hand was just warm on my shoulder, it feels cold on my face now.

“yeah, just um, do you know when your boss is gonna leave?” i ask, not trusting myself to look into his eyes, or i might just have to do what i’ve been thinking about doing for the past 15 minutes right here, right now.

but fuck, when he grabs my chin in between his fingers to bring my gaze to his, i lose all self control.

i push myself closer to him, and as soon as my lips meet his, i let out a breath i didn’t know i was holding. my left hand reaches to meet his hair, tangling in the blonde mess it is, slightly tugging already. 

and then the cock blocker shows up again.

not before we separate, since we’re a little smarter than that, but still.

“thank you for the drinks, and the, uh, homelyness all around, but i think i’m gonna have to get goin’ back to my dog before he thinks i’m lost or somethin’, i don’t really know how dogs think too much,” he rambles, words already slightly slurred.

i look over at peeta, concerned of the fact that he might not be able to make it home safely. 

“hey haymitch, you want me to walk you home?” peeta asks him, standing up to steady the drunken man. 

“no no no i’m good, i only live couple houses away, anyways,” he says, chuckling at himself as if he had just told the funniest joke in the world. 

“large you sure, mr. haymitch? it wouldn’t be no trouble at all-” i start to say.

“yes yes, i promise. and i waddnt lying, my house is about two houses away from here,” he tells me, waving me off. “have a good night, you two,” he finishes before giving a wink and leaving. 

me and peeta sit in silence for a couple seconds, and before i can stop myself, i crawl over to peeta and straddle his lap, my lips meeting with his as fast as possible.

he’s shocked, i can tell. with the way he hold back from kissing me for a couple seconds before processing what’s actually happening. 

however, when he DOES understand what’s happening, his arms wrap around me, pulling me impossibly close to him. i tangle my hands in his hair, tugging slightly. he groans into my mouth, furthermore pushing me to want to continue what i’ve needed for so long. 

i pull away from him, just to work on pulling his shirt off him, kissing his torso from top to bottom. i slide off the couch, already working on his jeans. he spreads his legs out, slightly pushing up, and oh god. 

i groan, trying to get his pants off faster. i hear him laugh, probably figuring out what i finally want. 

“aww you little baby, you were getting all hot and bothered just from the way i was sitting, huh?” he asks, bringing his hand down to my head, his fingers stroking my face. i don’t say anything and just continue pulling his pants off him. he laughs again, but sighs as i finally pull them off of him. 

i look up at him through my lashes to see him smirking down at me. 

“well, you’re the one who wanted this so bad, so go on,” he tells me, urging me to continue. i look down, seeing the tent in his boxers look incredibly tight. i hold him through them, stroking lightly. peeta’s head falls back, and he lets out a soft sigh.

i pull down his boxers, the sudden cold air making him inhale sharply. not wanting to wait any longer, i spit into my hand, an action that makes peeta look down at me, moaning at the sight. i waste no time, wrapping my hand around his length, earning an exhale from him. my pace was slow at first, wanting to draw this out as long as possible. 

after a couple of strokes, i take him into my mouth. i swirl my tongue around the tip, and then i take as much of him as i can down my throat. peeta’s hand meets the back of my head, pulling my hair into a makeshift pony tail, keeping my hair out of the way. i continue swirling my tongue around him as i bring my head up again, making a slight popping sound as i take him out of my mouth. 

“fuck, y/n, you have no idea what you do to me,” peeta tells me.

“i may have an idea or two,” i respond before taking him back into my mouth. 

“god, you’re so good to me, y/n. taking me so well, making me feel so good,” he continues, pushing me to want more of him, all of him, him in every aspect. 

i push myself farther, wanting to hear more, taking him fully, a gargling sound coming from the back of my throat. 

the results of my action do not go unnoticed by me, the sweet, sweet groan peeta releases making me moan around him. 

by now, peeta can barely control his hips, thrusting into the back of my throat.

“fuck, y/n, you’re gonna make me come. can i, please?” he pleads, a whiny sound to his voice. i hum in response, urging him to finish, to finish now. 

he lets out a series of moans, and i feel him twitching in my mouth, and long ropes of cum shoot down my throat, almost too much for me to handle. almost. 

only when he stops cumming is when i take him out of my mouth, yet still hard. 

“so, uh, that’s what’s been on my mind for a while,” i tell him, looking up at him from my position on the floor. i rest my head on his thigh, and his hand reaches down, his thumb meeting the corner of my mouth, wiping it and gently putting it in my mouth. 

“i may just have to repay the favor,” he tells me, now guiding me up onto the couch. well, damn, if i knew this was going to happen, i would have kicked haymitch out hours ago. 

#peeta mellark #peeta mellark smut #take this away from me #when is it my turn to be happy #the hunger games #the hunger games smut #josh hutcherson #peeta mellark x y/n #josh hutcherson x y/n

[maximotts]

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || 𝐳. 𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐧

a/n: this took me.. so long to finish for literally no reason oh my god!! anyways now I can work on other stuff finally!

warnings: 18+, minors dni; semi-public sex (under the table); fingering (r giving); pet names; dirty talk; clothed sex; slightly possessive reader, but it's all good

summary: Zooey insists on the two of you having a night out, but your mind is focused on just one thing... her. Even while you're still out at the bar

words: 2.3K

masterlist. || navi. || request rules/info : closed

After yet another long week of working, Zooey insisted the two of you have a night out. Nothing extreme or fancy, just one evening to have fun with one another like you did when you weren’t always so busy.

The place she picked was loud, more of a bar than a restaurant, but it was some joint one of her fellow nurses recommended to her and who else would she go out with besides you? It was a fine spot, nothing memorable.. your girlfriend’s dress however? That’d be seared into your brain for a long time to come. A short, simple dress that hit right at mid-thigh, as soon as you saw her you were trying to get her to change your plans into a night in.

“Please? I’ll make terrible mac and cheese and we can sit on the couch and then I could make you lay on me on said couch and-”

“Nope! Delightful as that sounds, I really want to go out!”

“Okay okay, but I get to hold your hand.”

“What a small price to pay..”

Annoying as it was, you were grateful to the loud music blaring through the building. It gave you an excuse to sit right next to her in your booth, facing out to the small crowd of people dancing out on the floor a bit away from you. She’d already pulled you over for enough dances to fill your quota for a year, but Zooey demanded dancing so you endured song after song of her moving animatedly in front of you, sometimes playfully grinding your hips together if the song called for it. And each touch, every brush of skin had you holding back the urge to grab her, pull her into the bathroom, and kiss her until she begged to go home.

But somehow you survived and now you were sitting, waiting for your cheese fries while you tried to hear anything Zooey said. You snaked an arm around her waist, silently possessive when you saw a few too many lingering glances in her direction, pulling her closer until your thighs were touching. “You know I’m not going to fall out of the seat, right?”

“I don’t know, one of those guys might tug you away.” You were joking of course, but still the idea of them looking at your girlfriend sparked the tiniest bit of possession in you. Even more so the need to get her out of the dress that’d been taunting you all night rose, but Zooey had insisted repeatedly she wasn’t ready to go home.

A naughty idea flew into your slightly buzzed head then and you pulled her tight against you, her right knee resting atop your left. “Stop it! You’re being annoying,” Zooey was laughing though, only playfully nudging your shoulder when you started peppering her face with kisses. You wanted to do more, grab her by her shirt and kiss her until you were both dizzy, but even with the corner booth you were in that was too risky.

Instead your fingers played along her thigh, gentle and sweet at first so she did nothing more than hum appreciatively, swaying back and forth to the music. You played it cool at first, fiddling with the utensils on your table with your free hand while you patted her leg, “I really like this dress, Zooey. You look gorgeous tonight.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see her cheeks rise just a tad like they always did when she was silently taking in a compliment. Testing fingers ventured just under the hem of the loose fabric, higher than could ever have been played off as innocent, thumb swiping rhythmically over her inner thigh. She was warm, she always was somehow, but dancing had heated her even more; the small gap between her legs felt like a space heater now, “We’ll have to do this more, I think. If I can survive it, that is.” Zooey was barely listening to what you were saying; it was too loud to hear your supposedly passive mumbling, but more so she’d hyperfocused on the fingers just barely brushing her clothed center.

She tensed, but she remained silent so you chose a bolder route. Your hand dropped the fork it was holding and slid under the table, pushing her dress high enough to rest at her hip. It was dark enough no one would see anything, you’d never endanger either of you that way, but the idea still sent a shiver up Zooey’s spine. Maybe she wasn’t thinking straight, but she tried weakly pushing your hand away. “We can’t, there’s people-”

“Ah ah- it’s fine, Zo,” The underwear she’d chosen were all the more enticing, lace that did nothing to hide how hard it was for her to actually ask you to stop. But this was your fun night out; that meant you both needed to have some good fun. “Just sit still and let me do all the work, yeah?” You snapped the waistband of the thin fabric hard enough for her to jump, but your arm was firm enough around her middle that you felt more than saw it. “You trust me, don’t you, sweet girl?”

“Of course, but…” Thinking of an excuse wasn’t working, not when your fingers were pressing right where her legs met her center just to make her jerk more. It was cruel, really, you both knew it, and it was pointless to try to resist your newfound game, but it wouldn’t stop her from ‘trying.’ “Just wait, maybe?”

You let out way too dramatic of a sigh, pulling your hand out of her panties and letting it rest on her knee instead. And you didn’t miss the tiny whine Zooey couldn’t catch. Your chin met her shoulder, still keeping your arm around her, nuzzling your nose against her neck. To anyone else you just looked like a cozy couple on a Saturday night, but below the table Zooey’s thigh was twitching where you were playfully scratching the inside of her leg, just hard enough to make her want more. She never made it obvious nor was it something she talked about, but Zooey loved the feeling of being owned. Healthily of course, but just knowing you had her, that you wanted only her and wouldn’t let anyone else have her never failed to leave the blonde begging.

So, being the good girlfriend that you are, you took full advantage. “I can’t wait to get you home and have my way with you. I’d be doing it right now if I could.” Your lips found her neck, ignoring the slow exhale Zooey took to try to keep herself steady. It was only soft kisses, nothing to attract any undue attention, but they traveled up the length of her neck and stopped at her favorite spot. Zooey shuddered in your arms, breath shaky while she suffered the torment of you slowly sucking a mark right behind her ear, taking your time. She rocked her hips in the seat before she could stop herself, just barely missing your knuckles brushing her core on their upstroke.

If you’d fully pulled away, she might’ve been able to survive until later. She would’ve had to stamp down certain thoughts, but she could have still managed the rest of the night. But the teasing, she couldn’t stand it when you teased her. Zooey was unfortunately impatient; if the opportunity was there, she needed to have it and now she needed you. “What would you do right now?” It was a dangerous question, she shouldn’t have asked, but it was all she could think about.

“If I could take you right now? Just how I wanted?” The grin on your face was wide as she shifted forward just a little, a silent plea to touch her again. You ignored it. “I think I’d have you over this table, you’d look so pretty all spread out for me, don’t you think?” Gripping her thigh with a force, you hitched her leg higher on your own, giving you access to the place you now refused to touch.

Zooey was groaning now, your teeth grazing her ear lobe. You were grateful the low light let you bury your face in the crook of her neck, licking into the divet how she knew all too well from your work down below. “Please..”

“Please what, Zooey? Tell me what you want.” Tapping your fingers along her thigh in time with the music was killing her, the rhythmic motions creeping higher and higher, everywhere but where she wanted.

She gave in -she had to- and reached out for your free hand, grabbing your wrist to guide it back to her center. “Just touch me, please?” The people didn’t matter to her anymore, she trusted you to be cautious about it and honestly right now, it wouldn’t take much to sate her at least until she could drag you home.

You pulled your gaze away from her to look out onto the space around you. Everyone was absorbed in their own night, nobody should bother you. Nudging her underwear out of the way just enough to get your fingers past, you slid along her folds confidently, reveling in the full body shudder Zooey fell into. “I need you to stay silent for me, okay sweetheart? Don’t want to attract any attention now do we?”

Zooey shook her head, biting her lip when your warm fingertips met her clit, “I will, I will- talk to me..” Oh she did love it when you talked her through her orgasms; anything you said to her set another part of her ablaze until she was like your own little fire to keep control of. It was easy enough to set her off that way and you loved watching her do it.

Mischievous lips came to Zooey’s ear once more, this time set on finishing their mission, “You don’t know how hard it was for me not to pull you straight to the bathroom with me earlier with all your dancing.” Two fingers pushed into her just barely, gone as quickly as they’d come, collecting the wetness that’d begun to drip from your girlfriend to drag it back over to her sensitive nub, the small circles threatening to send Zooey into a frenzy.

“Fuck me, please, you have to-” It was dizzying, the powerful bass and your painfully slow teasing clouding her mind to anything but you.

You laughed at that; the poor girl was so gone already. “Oh I don’t think I have to do anything,” Without warning you pushed two fingers into the blonde and you were too slow to stop the loud moan that left her mouth, “but I will. Because you look oh so pretty getting fucked in public.” She leaned back further into your hold, too weak to even pretend to be sitting up properly for the moment. You knew you were pushing it attention wise, but you couldn’t pass up the chance to fuck her roughly- just to see if she could follow instructions. “Hush now, or people will see how you like to get your desperate cunt stuffed.”

She should be patient, take you both home, but not now.. not when she was so close. Instead she gripped your wrist tighter, pressing the heel of your working palm into her clit, giving her just enough friction to subtly ride against. “Harder…”

Teeth bit her earlobe as a warning, “If you don’t shut up, I’m going to stop and you won’t get anything all night.” You saw Zooey clamp her mouth shut, bottom lip caught between her teeth as if she was holding on for dear life. She wouldn’t last long if you kept up this way- perfect.“If only you’d let us stay home, then I wouldn’t have to make you be quiet.”

Zooey whined, muffled enough to be drowned out to everyone but you so you let it slide. She wanted to speak, to beg for just a bit more so she could fall over that coveted edge, but she knew better. If she could just stay on your good side for a few minutes longer.. Your fingers were torturous, curling right where she needed you, “Finish up then and take me home.”

It was barely a whisper; you could tell how hard she was trying not to make what you were doing to her under the table obvious, it was sweet. “Oh sweetie, when I get you home I’m going to fuck you so hard you couldn’t make a sound even if you tried.” There was only a few seconds between the end of your sentence and Zooey finally reaching her peak, hips stuttering into your hand sloppily as she rode it out. As much as you wanted to hold her down and warn her that she was on the verge of making too much of a scene, you were mesmerized by her. The way her hair fell over her shoulders, shielding her face from view as she buried it into your neck, the quick rise and fall of her chest as she tried desperately to recover before anyone could sense distress in your little corner; your mind was already formulating a list of places where you could possibly manage this again with her.

When she finally stilled, you pulled your hand away, chancing a glance around you before hurriedly licking her off your digits to the sound of a tired ‘fuck’ as Zooey caught you. You needed to get out of here, the novelty of a night out having long since worn out in favor of getting your girlfriend all to yourself. Thankfully, she had the same idea, tugging weakly on your shirt sleeve with a whimper that led on how needy she still was, “That mac and cheese at home sounds really good about now… let’s go.”

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